#I wasn’t paying good enough attention. I should have grabbed the kitten before she got into there but I thought she had gone under the seat

[folksy]

how do you cure guilt for when you feel guilty about literally every single thing you do because I feel like acid is eating me up inside from all the constant guilt I have

[buckyownsmylife]

Something Just Like This - August Walker smut

The one where August figures out what happened to you.

Warnings: smut, some angst, pregnancy, breastfeeding kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex

A/N: this idea was requested and of course, I had to add in the smut.

August’s P.O.V.

I’d never been a patient man.

That made waiting at her house, with no idea of when she’d arrive, particularly frustrating. Especially considering the reason why I had found myself here in the first place.

I still couldn’t even think about it. Since I found out why it was that she suddenly disappeared from the face of the Earth, all I’d done was go, go, go. Search everywhere for even the smallest trace of her. Try to get inside her mind so I could maybe figure out where she’d go to hide.

Of course, I never once considered she wasn’t hiding at all.

“Shh…” I heard her soothe someone, not finding it difficult to figure out who it was. “There you go. Good boy.”

That was when the first wave of panic hit me.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had to deal with that emotion. I was usually so in control of everything. I designed my life to make it that way. No surprises.

Until now.

“I see you’ve already made yourself comfortable.” She didn’t even glance my way, seated at the farthest corner of her living room, but I expected as much. She was an incredible agent before she decided to… retire. It was ingrained in our minds to check for the little signs, if we were being followed, if there was someone inside our house.

It’d be pretty irresponsible of her to disregard everything she’d learned. Especially now.

She didn’t pay me any attention as she took off her coat and hung it by the door, taking all the time in the world to do so before, at last, turning to the sleeping infant in the carrier she had deposited on the sofa before me.

At least he wasn’t a fussy child.

“So, how are you?” She sighed, letting herself fall on the couch, finally looking at me. “It took you longer than I imagined. Then again, I wasn’t sure you’d come at all.”

And that’s when the beast inside of me woke up, my nostrils flaring as I inhaled deeply, leaning closer to her so I could speak in a whisper but still have her hear me and take note of every hint of anger in my tone.

“How am I?” I repeated, unbelieving of her chosen words for the encounter. “How am I? You’re MIA for six months, I find out it’s because you got pregnant and you have the nerve to ask me how I am?”

She didn’t look the slightest bit affected, sighing as she turned to look at the boy in the carrier. “Let me go put him in bed so you don’t have to whisper anymore.”

In the time it took her to do that, I grew impatient. ‘How am I’. The hell kinda question is that.

When she came back, she looked different. Well, she was different from the last time I saw her anyway - her frame looked fuller, hips wider. It made me lick my lips in desire, but I had other issues to focus on at the moment.

Like the fact that she looked angry. “How can you ask me how I am when you’re the one who disappeared to have my child?” I almost yelled, still trying to be respectful of the sleeping infant in the other room. “I thought you were kidnapped! Murdered in the line of duty!”

She blinked a few times, seemingly surprised about the direction the discussion was taken, but what the hell was she expecting?

“What do you want me to say?” Was her response. “Can you put yourself in my shoes for a moment? We fucked occasionally and I ended up pregnant. I didn’t even know where you were stationed, and I didn’t know how to explain to our superior officer why I needed to know classified information about one of their best assets.”

I forced myself to take one deep breath, understanding that if she had done so, she could easily be targeted as a spy. When she looked down at her feet, hands on her hips, I knew she was disappointed.

“Have you ever even wanted a family?” She asked me. “I don’t know! I know next to nothing about you, August. All I know was that we fucked and the contraceptive didn’t work and now I have a piece of you with me forever. A piece you didn’t even want to give me.”

I wasn’t egocentric enough to completely miss her point. But still, now that I’d made a fool of myself, the only thing I could think to say was, “You’re not even going to apologize?”

Her head snapped up, fire in her eyes and I knew she was about to tell me off when I grabbed her by the chin and pulled her to meet my lips.

“I think you have a lot to make up for, kitten…” I insisted, pressing kisses all along her shoulder just to hear her mewl for me. “You just assumed I wouldn’t want to have anything to do with my own son, and kept this away from me…”

“I missed your entire pregnancy. God, can’t imagine how these looked…” I whispered, holding her breasts as I pulled away to stare at them. “Did he leave some for me?” I teased, slipping the front of her blouse down so I could rub her nipples, enjoying how her head fell back in bliss. I imagined they were much more sensitive now. “Will you let me try?”

I waited for her nod to lean down and wrap my lips around her nub, sucking lightly, mindful of how she felt now that she was breastfeeding, and I was rewarded by a pleasured gasp, her fingers flying up to my hair to pull at the strands, but keep me attached to her.

“Remember how I made you cream around me?” I teased, running my tongue around her nipple, relishing in the sweet liquid that slowly dripped from her. “Yeah, you loved it, didn’t you?” Her whine had me smirking as I easily manhandled her into resting against the wall, abandoning her breasts momentarily to nuzzle her neck.

“I loved it too,” I admitted, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as I hoisted her leg up to wrap around my waist before working on getting my cock out of my trousers. “God, you have no idea how much I missed this pussy…”

Slipping inside of her was always delicious. The way she instinctively clenched around me, arms tightening around my body to keep me nearby. My name slipped from her lips, and it had my lips twisting up.

“Hmm…” I mused, pulling away to take in her state of ruin. “I think I want you to call me daddy now…” She snickered, but I wasn’t completely joking about it.

A punishing thrust against her sweet spot had the title slipping from her lips without her even noticing it. Smirking, I started to really fuck into her, imagining how sexy she must have looked like, all round with my child.

“You should have told me.” I shook my head before letting it drop against her shoulder, knowing she didn’t know what I was referring to and probably couldn’t even tell while I was fucking her. So I decided to focus on this moment instead, appreciating how it felt to actually have her after thinking I’d never get to see her again.

“Shit, you feel so good,” I cursed right as a loud moan escaped her, and I had to slap my hand over her mouth, trying to quieten her down. “You better be quiet, baby. You don’t want to wake up the other baby, huh?”

She melted in my arms, allowing me to push her further up the wall as I sped up my thrusts, searching for that blissful release I could only truly reach with her.

Her eyes rolled back as my cum spilled deep inside of her, not worried about contraceptives anymore because they’d failed us once, what’s another time?

Besides, I was kind of hoping to be able to experience what I missed this time.

“You’re staying?” She asked when she saw me adjusting my clothing after I made sure to clean her up, and I figured my raised eyebrow was enough of an answer, but I gave her one anyway.

“Someone’s gotta take care of you and the little guy, huh?” I grinned, pulling her into my arms. “Can’t believe you thought you’d ever be able to get rid of me.”

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐃𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 (𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝)

Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Although he had performed on the stage many times already, something about this particular stage made Hongjoong feel more confident, bold and even sexier than usual. Hearing the fans cheer wildly stirred something in him. You noticed it too when he caught your gaze in the crowd, his eyes giving you a lustful stare and his signature cocky smirk.

Walking down the hallway on their way to congratulate them on another perfect performance, you gasped when you felt an arm pull you inside one of the supply closets. You knew it was Hongjoong because you could smell his cologne and you've felt those soft lips on yours many times to recognize them. You were left breathless by all his tongue movements inside your mouth while his hands fumbled with the zipper of your jeans.

"I'm sorry baby. I just really need to be inside you now."

You didn't protest, having also been aroused by his performance. You simply turned around and stuck your ass to him, wiggling it slightly to put on a little show for him.

"Impatient now are we darling?"

You shrieked softly when a smack landed on your ass followed by the intrusion of his cock inside your hole.

"Oh-oh my God-" You bit your lip to quiet down your moans, not wanting either of you to get caught.

Hongjoong, however, had other plans. Chuckling lowly, he began a rough and fast pace, nails digging into the soft flesh of your ass cheeks.

"Go ahead and say my name babygirl. Let them all know who's fucking you this good."

Pulling your hair back, he let out a growl as his hot breath hovered along the nape of your neck.

"Say. My. Name."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

While the other boys are hollering or bickering as the scary movie played at a rather loud volume, you were currently biting down on the blanket that was covering both you and Seonghwa who were laying on the floor. Even though you had your back facing him, you knew he was smirking right at you. His fingers moved from holding your waist to rubbing at your exposed clit as he had inconspicuously pulled off your shorts before.

"Stay quiet baby or they'll notice." He whispered in your ear, his teeth gently grazing at the shell of it.

You couldn't help the whimper that escaped your lips when you felt him ease himself inside you, bottoming out and staying still for a few moments. You relaxed and payed attention to the movie. Perhaps your boyfriend simply wanted to cockwarm you, an activity you both enjoyed doing. But as soon as you forgot he was inside, he reminded you of his presence as he began slithering in and out of you. Turning your head to say something, he silenced you with a kiss.

"Told you to stay quiet baby or the boys will see what a dirty slut you are for my cock." He teased you, slamming harder in you.

Pulling your shirt sleeve down, Seonghwa began placing wet kisses across your shoulder, tongue dragging up to the crook of your neck.

"But maybe that's what you want. Want us to get caught so they can watch me fuck you good. Let them see what a cockslut you are."

You couldn't help but clench tightly around your boyfriend's length, covering your face, using a jump scare as an excuse to drown out the half scream you made as you came on your boyfriend's cock, feeling extremely flustered given the circumstances. Seonghwa wasn't through with you yet, as his hand traveled up to grope your breast under your shirt.

"Still have an hour left of the movie, let's see how many times I can make you cum."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

You had been teasing Yunho to no end and he knew it. He knew when you decided to come keep him company as he practiced the choreography you had ulterior motives.

"Come on Yuyu....you're working too hard. Maybe you should let me help you out a bit." You purred at his neck, your voice like silk as you placed kisses alone his Adam's apple, which you felt move when he swallowed hard as your hands began to roam down his chest.

Grabbing both of your wrists, Yunho looked at you with a warning glance.

"Stop right now Missy, your fantasy of me fucking you in public isn't happening."

Poking your nose, he shifted away from you and pressed play once more, leaving you there with a huge frown and arms crossed over your chest. Yunho tried to focus back on the dance but when he glanced at you through the mirror he stopped dead in his tracks as he watched you slide your hand inside your pants, no doubt about to finger yourself. Taking off his cap and slamming it on the floor, Yunho marched over towards you and pulled you up from the floor.

"Did I give you permission to touch yourself?" He glared at you.

Before you even knew it, you were pressed against one of the mirrors, pants down to your ankles as Yunho's hips snapped against yours at a rapid and brutal pace, his hand occasionally coming down to spank your ass.

"Don't you dare hide your face. Look at yourself."

You moaned when he pulled your hair up, forcing you to watch as he fucked you from behind.

"Look at what a dirty slut you are. Look at what people will see if they find me here fucking you dumb. This what you wanted? Well now you got my little slut. "

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang couldn't keep his eyes peeled off your body, loving the way the bikini looked on you. Catching sight of his wandering gaze, you decided to take advantage of the fact it was late and no guest was probably going to come down to the pool area anymore.

"Sangie." You spoke out in a sing song tone.

Yeosang couldn't hide the shock in his face as your hand emerged from the water, holding up your swimsuit bottoms before tossing it over his head, making it land on a nearby chair. You giggled at his flustered state as you swam over to him, pushing him back until he was seated on one of the stairs near the shallow part of the pool.

"God you're driving me insane." Yeosang groaned when you stripped him of his shorts.

As you began to align yourself on his entrance, Yeosang's hands pulled at your bikini top, freeing your breasts so he could watch them bounce as you rode him underwater.

"You look so pretty like this-fuck!" He hummed out.

Both of you completely forgot about the danger of someone seeing you both in such an intimate act. You were simply too lost in the erotic feeling of having sex in the water. Soon enough, Yeosang's hands gripped your waist, bucking his hips up at you as he decided you had your fun and it was time for him to take control.

"Ok....my turn."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San looked over at the camera filming both of you guys, flashing the audience a wicked smile. Although the top part of his face was covered, the viewers could clearly distinguish the sadistic and unholy glint in his eyes.

"Look kitten, our fans are enjoying this just as much as you are."

Gently kneading your ass, San then harshly smacked that piece of skin which was already burning red from all the previous times he had slammed his hand on it.

"Such a pretty kitten, taking my cock so well."

San wasn't going to lie, he's so happy you brought up the idea of making an OnlyFans account. He was so addicted to the feeling of having people watch as he fucked you like he could.

"Come on kitten, lift your pretty face up- that's it. Show the audience how much you're enjoying this."

Your mouth was agape, heavy pants and whimpers spilling out your throat as San continued to pound at you from behind.

"She's close I can feel it. My cute little kitten just needs a little push. Like so."

Snaking his hand in between your legs, his fingers began to work on your clit, sending you into a shivering and stuttering mess as your orgasm took over you, your liquids gushing out in between your legs and onto the sheets underneath you. San let out a grunt of accomplishment as his juices ended up mixing with your own.

"And that.....is how you get a kitten to squirt."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

You couldn't help the tiny squeal that escaped your lips when Mingi's mouth suckled cutely along your clit, tongue sloppily dragging across your folds as he slurped up all of your juices.

"Mingi." You giggled as you ran a hand through his hair, head falling back against the picnic blanket underneath both of your bodies.

Emerging from under the dress you had worn for your outing, he sat down and pulled you on top of his lap, hand making a fast work of his zipper to free himself enough to pull out his leaking dick.

"Fuck, you're so tight love." He moaned out, sinking you into his length.

Running a hand through your hair, his hands began to slowly lift you up before sinking you back onto him, wanting to take his time as he stared at your face with such a loving intensity. The sun radiated a beam onto your figure, making you look absolutely ethereal against the flowers surrounding you both.

"You have no idea how beautiful you look right love."

You looked around shyly, afraid of anyone witnessing the sinful act you were currently doing. Sensing your fear, Mingi cupped your chin and pulled you into a kiss.

"It's ok babygirl. I picked this place for a reason. No one comes in this area."

Smirking, he pushed you onto your back, as he wrapped your legs around his waist.

"I can take all my sweet time with you."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

To say Wooyoung and you were a little bit past tipsy was an understatement. But hey, you all came down to the club to have a good time, besides Seonghwa and Hongjoong would end up being the responsible adults that made sure no one got lost and brought you all home safely. Wooyoung was currently sitting down, watching you dance in the crowd with Mingi and San nearby you.

His eyes kept staring shamelessly at your ass and legs. They looked absolutely amazing in that short dress you were wearing. Every time you glanced over, he'd send you a wink or a kiss. Unfortunately for both of you, some stranger also noticed you and thought it'd be a good idea to come close to you and put his hands on your hips. Immediately sprinting from his seat, Wooyoung marched over and pushed the guy off you.

"Hey! Hands off of what's not yours! See this? This all belongs to me."

Patting your ass, he stormed off as he dragged you with him to the men's bathroom.

"Wait! Woo-"

Slamming you up against the wall, his hands began hiking your dress up before pushing your panties to the side so he could bury his fingers in them.

"You're mine. All mine." He hissed as he bit down against the skin of your neck.

"Am I going to have to fuck you in here to make people see that?"

You didn't think he was serious until your legs were wrapped around his waist, his hands holding them up as he rammed his cock inside you, making a whimpering and nearly screeching mess of you.

"Yeah, just like that baby. Let them all hear you."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

You snuggled inside the warmth of the blankets, your body tired from having hiked the mountainous trail for nearly 3 hours. All the other members were probably already fast asleep, some already dozing off during your campfire session with s'mores. Just as you closed your eyes, you felt Jongho starts poking his hands across your legs, lingering too close on your inner thighs. You slapped his hand away when he began pulling your sleeping shorts down.

"Jongho." You whisper yelled at him.

He merely chuckled as began pulling them back down once more.

"What?"

"We're not about to do it out in the woods just because you're horny." You stated.

You tried to squirm away from him but his arms trapped you from moving. You involuntary bit your lip when you felt him rolled his bulge against your naked ass.

"Come on baby, I've been having a problem since we started the campfire....please?"

When he began kissing at your shoulder as his hands cupped your breasts, you became putty.

"Beside.....I saw the way you were eyeing me as I gathered wood. You couldn't keep your eyes off my arms."

You gasped when he suddenly flipped you on your back, hoisting your legs over his shoulders as he slid his now exposed member along your slit.

"Come on baby, don't you want my thick cock stretching you nice and good?"

You let out a whine and immediately shook your head in an affirmative manner. He pushed into you in one go, angling his hips so you'd be feeling his tip rub against your g-spot.

"Be as loud as you can babygirl, let my Hyungs hear you as I murder this pussy."

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[wanda-maxipad1989]

hiii i loved that fic you wrote for wanda and the reader! i think incorporating wanda's glowy powers would be cool, maybe if she was able to get her girl off while standing far away and really dominating her like that

Pairing: MCU Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch & Female Reader

Summary: Wanda gets a little sick of you not paying her the attention she deserves and decides now is the time to bust out her powers.

Warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, oral sex, use of sex toys, BDSM

A/N: Sorry I took FOREVER to write this I just had to keep re-writing it, this is the draft I hated the least so hopefully you enjoy it. Also "All Work and No Play" has over 100 notes which probably isn't a lot to most of you but I appreciate it so much since it's my first time writing in so long.

You absolutely had it coming tonight. Date night, fancy restaurant, Wanda arriving home from work with flowers before bringing you out. All of that and yet you were still sat at dinner quietly, absent-mindedly pushing your food around your plate, only half listening to the girl in front of you.

You should've known that Wanda was never going to stand for you being quiet like this on your first date night in weeks

The starters had come and gone, and you were just finishing up your main courses when you felt something light graze up your neck and around your ear. Startled, you jolted around to see where it came from, but seeing no one near you, you assumed it had been your hair and turned back around, still not paying enough attention to the girl in front of you to notice the shit-eating grin on her face.

If you were unsure of who was touching you, you were about to know exactly who it was.

The feather-like touch that had grazed you before had now moved to the back of your legs, slowly applying more pressure as they rose upwards until all of sudden, it didn't feel much like a feather anymore. No, it was definitely a hand.

Wanda sat back in her chair, crossing her arms as you looked up from your meal, putting two and two together about the source of the phantom touch. As the hands you were feeling slowly gripped your ass, before one of them sneaked around to the front, dragging nails on the inside of your thigh, you sat forward, now paying her the attention she wanted.

"I thought we said we'd wait and see about you using your powers, I still don't know if I want to", you said sternly, although you couldn't deny that it did feel good to have her touch you, it always did.

"Actually, you said we should wait, I don't remember agreeing", she smirked, knowing that you were enjoying it at least a little bit. Who did you think you were, lying to a telepath.

"Wanda, we're in public, even if I wanted to we can't", you retorted.

"If you wanted to? I don't even need to read your mind to see how turned on you are, sweetheart."

It was with that remark that you became conscious of how heaby your breathing had gotten as the ghostly hand on your thigh had switched from scratching your sensitive skin, to lightly grazing its fingertips along you. You were also starting to regret wearing such a low cut dress, because without even looking you could feel the heat in your chest and you knew it would be bright red, making your arousal clear. Even if you had chastised Wanda for acting like this in public, the idea of her taking you right there in front of everyone as they were none the wiser had definitely turned you on.

You stopped your thoughts in their tracks, knowing exactly who would be listening to them.

"Fine", you huffed, "you can use your powers on me all you want tonight, but can we please just hurry up and leave".

She smirked wide enough that even the Cheshire Cat would be envious, but you would never be so lucky as to just get what you want right off the bat.

"Oh, baby, you know I'd love to take you home right now."

You knew there was a "but" coming that was going to make your night pure torture.

"But"- there it was- "we ordered dessert at the start of the night because you just couldn't keep your eyes off that brownie you saw the girl at the next table with. Since you wanted it so badly we can't leave, kitten, it wouldn't be fair."

Damn you and your stupid brownie.

The subsequent hour of eating and waiting for the bill could've been a lot easier if it weren't for Wanda wanting to find out just how turned on she could get you from the opposite side the of table. Her seemingly normal conversations about art, music and politics were only made to make it seem to others like you were a normal couple, completely masking all the times you nearly choked as she would dip a single finger inside of you, without ever moving a muscle.

The small moans that did manage to escape were explained away to those beside you as your dessert being particularly good, making the brownie a very popular choice for the tables around you.

Despite your little "When Harry Met Sally" moments, you eventually got her out of the restaurant and home without any major incidents, but she was certainly testing you, edging and teasing you the whole way home while never taking her eyes off the road. She had playfully threatened to use her powers on your before and you were really starting to wish you had let it happen sooner, maybe ignoring her and being a brat was actually the way to go.

Whatever calm facade she had put on in the car was gone as soon as you crossed the threshold of your house, as she chased you up the stairs to your bedroom, catching you in the hallway just outside it and pushing you against the wall, her eyes glowing red in a way you had only ever seen when she was angry. She kissed you hard before quickly moving to work on your neck, biting down on the skin, making you hiss. Your reaction only seemed to spur her on further, as she started sucking on the sensitive flesh, claiming you with the marks she was leaving behind.

Had your eyes been open you probably would've noticed the red glow coming from her fingers, before feeling an unfamiliar buzzing sensation in your underwear, making you shriek from the surprise and the pleasure.

"What, you don't like it, princess?", she teases, grinning into your neck as she continues her assault on it, her hands holding you tightly in place, just how she wants you.

The moan you gave in response clearly wasn't a good enough response, as the hand that had been holding your jaw moved to your neck, squeezing tightly as she pulled back from you, eyes still glowing a bright crimson colour.

"Answer me, sweetheart", she said sternly, tilting her head and squinting at you in a way that made your stomach turn.

Wanda had always been the more dominant one in your relationship, but tonight was different, she was cocky and arrogant and you loved every second of it.

"I love it, baby, p-please don't stop", you begged.

"Is this what I have to do to get your attention, are you that much of a little slut? I take you out for dinner, get you flowers and dress up for you and yet it takes me fucking you under the table to get your attention? If that's what it takes then I'll fuck you until you can't walk,", she growled deeply into your ear and all of a sudden you knew you were really in for it tonight, "but I don't think you deserve to actually feel me, baby, so I'm going to have some real fun with you tonight"

Dragging you into your bedroom, she forced you down onto the bed, hovering over you and kissing you while the vibrations continued, getting stronger with each passing minute, making your moans dirtier and louder as she upped the pace. What you couldn't see was her hands summoning what she needed to punish you for the night.

Just as you could feel yourself getting close to your release, she felt it too, stopping the vibrations over your clit, before standing up, pulling you upwards with her to strip you down. She stared right at your naked form while she stripped herself in front of you.

Sick of her just gawking a you, you sat forward and began kissing her stomach and tracing your fingers along her sides and thighs, looking up at her for approval, only to be met with a smirk and her hand in your hair, before she grasped it tightly in her fist, making your gasp again.

"Don't try and be good for me now, baby girl, it's far too late for that", she snarled, getting right in your face, only to push you back onto the bed and rolling you so you were lying on your stomach, almost instinctively smacking your ass as soon as she saw it.

You felt her straddle you as she leaned down and lifted your face off the duvet, wrapping a ball gag around the front of your mouth and tying it tightly behind your head

Moving down your body, she tied your wrists together with hand cuffs, and then did the same to your ankles, looping the cuffs on your feet around those on your wrists to hold your legs and arms in the air behind you. She grabbed the intersection of the cuffs and lifted you by it surprisingly easily, turning you to face the chair in the corner of the bedroom.

You whined against your gag as you saw her walk away towards the chair, swaying her hips as she went, just rubbing it in further that you couldn't touch her, but she clearly felt even more confident than usual.

She lay across the chair so her legs draped over the arm rest, her eyes no longer glowing as she had composed herself again, knowing exactly what she had planned for you.

"Ready, sweetheart?", she said with a smirk, knowing full well you couldn't answer.

You immediately felt a finger dipping inside you and the buzzing you had felt earlier resuming, making you struggle fruitlessly against your restraints, before you felt a second finger enter you roughly. Her pace was relentless inside you, curling the phantom digits just enough to hit your sweet spot every time, making sure you groaned into your gag.

"Look at me, princess", she said softly, as if she wasn't ruining you from across the room. Her hand began to sneak down between her legs as she watched you struggle and heard the filthy sounds she was forcing out of you.

The sight of her only made the feeling more intense, as she stared deep into your eyes with a grin before you felt a third finger enter you. After all the edging you tried to keep quiet, hoping to hide how close you were to cumming as she upped the speed of the vibrations on your clit even further.

Just as you reached the edge, you felt all the sensations stop, making you groan loudly at the feeling of being empty.

"Oh, baby, you don't think I can feel what my fingers are doing? Don't you realise I can feel you getting tighter and wetter for me? You think I wouldn't notice you cumming all over my fingers just because I'm not physically doing it? Even if your thoughts weren't so loud I'd know exactly what you were doing, princess."

She continued touching herself as you felt something new trying to enter you. You knew the feeling as soon as it dipped inside of you, unsure whether you were actually feeling her strap on, or if she had just created it with her powers. You didn't have time to think about it before you felt its full length being forced inside of you, stretching you further even than her fingers had. The feeling on your clit too had been replaced, what was once a vibrating sensation was now the softness of Wanda's tongue, licking small circles on your nerves and sucking it gently between her lips.

You wanted to close your eyes and just feel everything she was giving you, but the sight before you was just too good too miss, Wanda's head now thrown back over the arm of the chair, panting aggressively as her eyes started to glow again.

She picked up the pace of her tongue and the strap on, making you drool onto the ball gag as you got close again, so desperately needing to let go for her. Knowing how much she was enjoying the show, you rocked your hips back onto the strap on as much as you could, and let every moan come out onto the gag, getting louder with every thrust.

"Come on, princess, c-come for me. Come for mommy", she demanded.

Her commands sent you over the edge, forcing your body to convulse in front of her as you shrieked louder into the gag than you thought possible, coating her strap with your cum as it forced itself deep and hard into you, while her tongue suckled desperately at your clit.

She continued long as you had come down, forcing you into another orgasm, despite your protests and trying to wiggle out of your restraints, while she kept touching herself, not allowing herself to cum until she was satisifed with her work.

As your body slumped down hard against the bed, legs and wrists still bound, you looked up through hooded eyes to see Wanda desperate to cum, sweat dripping down her soft skin and her red hair sticking to her forehead as she let out deep, throaty moans. You groaned to get her attention, wanting to badly to be the one that got her off.

"You wanna help mommy cum, baby?", she asked breathlessly.

You nodded enthusiastically, as she stood up and came towards the bed. Too happy with how helpless you were, she decided to leave you all tied up for her as she removed the gag on your mouth, before lifting one leg onto the bed so you could place your head between her legs easily.

Feeling how desperate and swollen her pussy was, you wrapped your lips around her clit quickly as you felt her hand go to your hair, holding your head close to her.

"That's it, sweetheart, such a good little mouth for mommy. Just a little more, baby, make mommy cum nice and hard for you."

You knew she was the one in control, but the desperation in her voice, hearing her nearly beg made you need to feel her cumming even more. You quickened the movements of your tongue, drawing circles on her clit in the way you knew would make her head spin, sucking it between your lips harshly, forcing a scream out of her mouth.

Her grip on your hair tightened as she spewed praises for you, cumming with one final scream, throbbing between your lips as she threw her head back, panting as she felt you kiss her clit softly as she came down, stroking the side of your face as she felt you tasting her cum.

"Good girl, you're my good girl. You made mommy so proud, sweetheart."

You smiled as you looked back up at her, wriggling against your cuffs so she would get the hint, which she did immeditately, leaning down over you to unlock them. She moved your exhausted body up the bed towards the pillows, pulling the lotion from the other side of the room while sitting on the bed beside you.

Wanda smiled down at you as you rolled onto your back, kissing your lips softly as she took your hands and started rubbing lotion into your wrists to soothe them, kissing your hands as she went. She admired the marks on your neck and collarbones as she massaged your wrists, watching you fall asleep quickly after the night's activities.

It was then that she silently hoped you never behaved again.

[reidgraygubler]

multiply (kyle orfman/reader)

Title: multiply Request: no Couple: Kyle Orfman/Fem!reader Category: angst/smut w/ a taste of fluff Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (penetrive sex, unsafe sex, mild hatefuck, grinding/groping, heavy petting, light breathplay (hand over mouth and nose) breeding/impregnation kink, fingering), zombies and zombies eating humans, death, descriptions of death, death of a grandparent (grandmother), mentions of guns and gun violence (but none actually happening), petnames (kitten/officer) Word Count: 5,943 Summary: After narrowly escaping her grandmother eating her, Reader is on her own to find other civilization. She meets the Orfman family and they take her in for safety. Reader and Kyle share a special bond. A/N: I am in love with this piece, so I hope you guys love it as much as I do. thank you to @reidetic for beta/editing this for me! this was also written for @imagining-in-the-margins "there was only one bed" trope challenge for june! thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

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My grandmother was alive… And then she was dead… And now she’s alive again. Which is very confusing because I watched her die. Like I can’t be the only person experiencing this, right? It’s not some weird fever dream either, I don’t think. This has to be a town wide phenomenon.

My grandmother was acting totally normal too. As if she didn’t die. She was living life day to day, making cookies, knitting, and sipping her tea, just like she did before she died. It was like life went back to normal. And then… She tried to eat me. That’s definitely not normal. Is it?

Who eats another person!? Zombies! That’s who! And how do you kill a zombie? I don’t really like that answer. Because I love my grandmother. She’d do nothing to hurt me, except eat me, I guess.

I gotta get out of this house. It’s not safe to stay in the house with her anymore, and it hasn’t been for a long time. So instead of killing her, like any other sane person would do, I just left. I packed my backpack with a few clothes, snacks and water, and I left.

Turns out it was a lot more than a town wide phenomenon. It was country wide. Everyone was experiencing their dead loved ones returning from the dead. Just showing up, like how my grandmother just showed up. It caused something of an uprise, too, considering people don’t just come back to life after being dead, and they’re eating other humans. It wasn’t an uprise. It was terror, pure terror of the people who didn’t die and come back to life.

I hadn’t left my house in a while, at least since my grandmother came back. So I didn’t realize just how dire the situation was. Piles of burnt stuff were all over the place. Cars with shattered windshields were crashed into trees or homes. And the number of bodies just on the street was… incredibly disturbing.

I needed to find any sign of civilization, and quickly. There was no telling just how long I’d make it alone. I probably only had enough water for the next day or two. And the only zombie movies I’ve seen were Shaun of the Dead and Zombieland, and that wasn’t very helpful… Well maybe Zombieland was helpful.

A long branch with a sharp and pointy end was sitting in the middle of the road. I grabbed it, hoping it’d be enough of a weapon to protect me from the disaster around me. I silently hoped, and prayed to whatever God was up there, that I’d find safety before nightfall.

I was beginning to lose hope as the sun started setting; the sky lighting up with the fires around the town. Several people wearing orange jumpsuits came running around the corner, each carrying various weapons in their hands and over their backs. I nearly fell to the ground because of how startled I was. I tried to pay attention to the crowd around me, but the pavement chewed up the palms of my hands.

A guy with a crew cut hairstyle seemingly looked in charge. Weird to have a gangly and scrawny man be in charge of a zombie take out group. He had this weird stature that he held, like he was trying to be intimidating but not everyone took him seriously.

The guy looked right at me and pointed a gun at my head. I slowly lifted my hands and stared at him.

“D-Don’t shoot! I’m human!” I shouted as I stared at him. He stared back, stepping closer to me. He dropped his gun away from me, but still kept his guard up.

“Human my ass!” The guy with the crewcut shouted. I looked at my hands, watching as blood began seeping from my palms. I quickly looked back at him, hoping he’d look at the human blood.

"Thoughts on smooth jazz?!" he asked in a loud tone. I stared up at him, feeling the terror bubble up my throat.

"I-I… Not my first choice in music?" I furrowed my eyebrows, as I wondered what this had to do with anything.

"Thoughts on dirt?!"

"Ew? Good for gardening? I don’t know!” I shouted back before I stumbled to my feet. The guy with the crew cut cautiously stepped closer to me as he examined my face and body. I’d assume it was because he was looking for any impurities I could possibly have. “I almost had to kill my grandmother. But… But I had to leave. I couldn’t do it. So I left. I left because she lunged at me… from across the table,” I mumbled as he stepped back. “I just need somewhere.. To lie low for the time being. I promise I’m safe.” I whispered as I looked at him. The guy looked back at the rest of his team, gauging their thoughts and concerns about letting me go with them.

“You can come with us. But the second you turn your back on us, or turn into them, don't be shocked when I’m the one to put a bullet into your head,” his voice got scary low as he stepped right up to me. I swallowed roughly and nodded.

“Understood,” I whispered as I looked up at him.

I was shoved into the middle of the crowd of orange jumpsuits. The guy with the crewcut took the lead and brought us to a house that was guarded by tall cement and steel fencing. The people who were currently occupying this home knew how to keep themselves safe.

We entered the fenced in yard of the house, the leader making sure everyone got in safely, and no undead beings followed us. Then we entered the house. I was half expecting it to be stripped down, or decayed. But when we got in… It looked like a normal home, just no power, and the windows boarded up.

“Oh! A new person!” A woman exclaimed once I stood in the area that was once a living room. She came right up to my side, looking at me with a bright smile. She was very happy that I was here. “Don’t worry! You’re safe now!” she cooed as she threw her arms around me. I froze, my body refusing to move as she embraced me.

“I-I…” I swallowed roughly as she pulled away from me. I barely had time to say anything else as she pulled us to sit on the couch.

“I’m Judy Orfman. Kyle is my son.” She smiled as she gestured towards the crew cut guy wearing the orange jumpsuit.

“Mom,” Kyle muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose. I snickered as I looked back at Judy. I smiled softly as I gave her my name. It was weird how homey this place felt, albeit our situation in the world. Part of me wondered if Judy had any part in that.

“My husband, Noah, is out right now. And my other son, Zach, is with one of the women. She also had to kill her grandmother,” Judy whispered that last part. I looked at her with wide eyes, feeling a certain nervousness settle in the pit of my stomach. I could tell she meant well, and I shouldn’t be scared around anyone here. Everything that’s happened is just unsettling. When I woke up this morning I wasn’t expecting to have to escape zombies.

“Is it okay i-if I lie down? I’m just very tired after everything that’s happened.” I I looked between Judy and Kyle.

“Oh! Kyle, honey, you should let her sleep in your room. She obviously needs it,” Judy spoke to her son as she carefully smoothed out my hair. I looked at her with a small smile. I loved how motherly she was. It was definitely something I needed in a time like this.

“I’m not going to do that, Mom.”

“We don’t have any more bed space. You’re the only person with a bed big enough to hold two people. We aren’t going to force her to sleep on the floor or on the couch.”

“I-I don’t have an issue with the flo-”

“Non-sense! Kyle has plenty of space!” Judy clapped her hands together as she glared at Kyle. Kyle looked back at her with wide eyes before dropping his head and mumbling something. Even though Kyle was in charge of the orange jumpsuits, Judy was the head of household. Anyone could argue with her, but she would end up getting her way no matter what. Kyle probably knew better than to fight his mother.

“So it’s agreed then! You guys will share the room!” Judy smiled brightly. “Just no funny business.” She then glared between me and Kyle. I looked at her with wide eyes before shaking my head.

“Ugh! Ew! With him!”

“Her?! Are you serious?”

Even though I basically said what he said, I was still hurt by his utter disgust behind his words. I tried not letting it bother me as I grabbed my backpack and stood up.

“Why don’t you show her around? The bathroom, kitchen, bedroom.” Judy stood up beside me as she looked at her son. Kyle begrudgingly moved towards the opening of the living room, leading off to a new area.

“C’mon,” he grumbled as he looked over at me. I looked at Judy before looking back at Kyle. I dropped my head before dashing up beside him.

Every room he showed, I was met with a new person distraught by the events of the day. Kyle just showed me the room. I didn’t really know what I was expecting when he showed me around the house.

“Finally, this is where I sleep,” Kyle muttered as he gestured towards the closed off bedroom. A small smile grew on my lips as I entered the room, heading right towards the bed. Kyle, however, stopped me by grabbing my backpack and pulling me back to the door. “And just what do you think you’re doing?”

“Judy said I could sleep in here, too. So I figured I should take my side of the bed.” I looked up at him, folding my arms over my chest. A smirk grew across Kyle’s lips before he nodded. At this point we were standing toe-to-toe, and our chests were practically pressed together.

“You’re adorable,” he muttered before pulling my backpack off my back and tossing it to the left side of the bed. “If I find out you’re cuddling with me, you’re outta here. And if I see you going through my shit… You’re dead.”

“Sir, yes, sir.” I whispered before looking away from him. I walked away from him and towards the bed. Even though I wasn’t facing him, I could feel Kyle’s eyes on me as I went through my bag. “Are you just going to stand there and watch me? Or are you going to let me sleep peacefully?” I asked as I dropped my shoulders and the things I was holding.

“Until I know you won’t fuck around with stuff you’re not supposed to…” He spoke out loud. I rolled my eyes before turning to face him.

“Do you want me to just mess with your stuff while you’re here?” I asked as I walked back around to his side of the bed. Kyle’s eyes widened and his jaw steeled as I went to his night stand. “Or will you leave me alone so I can get some rest?”

“I’ll leave you alone the second you back away from that nightstand.” His words were quick and sharp as he spoke. A small smirk grew across my lips as I looked back at him. I stepped away from the night stand and stood in the middle of the room. “I’ll come back in an hour,” he muttered before leaving the room.

With a deep sigh, I returned to my side of the room, finally getting ready to lie down for the first time in what feels like days.

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I don’t think time exists anymore. Ever since the world went to shit, it feels like days felt longer than 24 hours. So it was hard to say how long I’d been in this safe house. I wished time was still relevant...

I try not to let things bother me. But I feel like it’s especially hard in this house with all of these people I hardly know. It was even harder because I was still sharing a room with Kyle. And he is probably the worst person I’ve ever met. He talks in his sleep. But he wouldn’t own up to that. Noooo, he’s too good for that.

The first night I realized he was talking in his sleep wasn’t too bad, mostly because it was him talking about stuff that happened before before a stupid zombie apocolyspe. But now it’s just annoying shit. I never get a moment alone anymore.

For a moment of privacy, I sat in the closet. It was just for a moment before the doors swung open and a woman my age sat down beside me.

“Zach wants to go to a stupid graveyard today,” Erica muttered as she sat down. I looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. “He wants to visit Beth’s stupid grave.”

“Beth’s his ex-girlfriend, right?” I asked, still unsure of who people were here. She nodded as she began picking at the loose threads on her pants. “You shouldn’t speak ill of the dead, Erica.”

“Okay, but when the dead start trying to kill me, then I’m going to talk ill of the dead.”

“That’s fair, I suppose,” I muttered as I looked at the floor in front of us. “It’s still not really safe to do that… Little weird.” I glanced back at Erica with a raised brow. She looked back at me and grimaced. I had nothing else to say, granted conversations between us didn’t last too long. We had nothing in common other than our grandmothers tried eating us, therefore we had to kill them. So what was the use of us talking? I knew a friendship would never grow between us.

With a resigned sigh, I stood up, leaving Erica in the closet alone. I ignored her bothersome questions as I walked away from her. I didn’t want to be around her, or really anyone. So I went to the safest place I could think of, hoping no one else would be there, my shared bedroom with Kyle.

Of course, it’d just be my luck that Kyle would also be there. He was sitting at his desk, wearing nothing by his boxers while he cleaned his gun. I just didn’t realize that till I had fully entered the room.

“What the fuck!? What are you doing?! Don’t you knock!?” he shouted as I entered the room more. I turned and looked at him, my eyes wide as I stared at him. “S-Stop staring! Are you crazy!?”

“Me crazy!? You’re the one cleaning your gun half naked!” I shouted as I gestured at his attire. I quickly threw a hand over my eyes as I blindly searched for the bed.

“It's how I relax!” He shouted back. Once my body finally touched the bed, I laid back, quickly throwing a pillow over my face. “Can you leave?”

“How come you get to relax but I don’t? Roommates remember?” I sat up and glared at him. He glared back at me, keeping his hands on his gun.

“It’s so funny to me that you were going to be a police officer?” I scoffed as I laid back. That seemed to strike a chord in him, causing him to stand and look at him.

“What? I didn’t tell-”

“You talk in your sleep,

“No I don’t, Kitten,” Kyle retorted. I stared at him for a moment, trying to comprehend what he just called me. Kitten? Really? Seriously? “If anyone talks in their sleep, it’s you.” He pointed at me. I smirked and shrugged.

“If you say so… Officer.” I grinned before reaching up to shut the lamp off. Kyle stayed sitting in the darkness. I could only imagine his face was beet red, and his knuckles were white as a ghost as he held his gun.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” Kyle’s voice came through the mild darkness. I shrugged, even though he couldn’t see me.

“Taking a nap, Officer, because it’s how I relax.”

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It had to have been the middle of the night. I couldn’t be too sure. I just knew it was late at night, and Kyle’s whole entire body was clinging to mine as he talked.

“Someone’s gotta repopulate the world… Why… Why don’t you do it with me?” Kyle mumbled into my chest. I stiffened as his hands drifted all over my body. “You’re like the only feasible person to do it with.”

“Okay, first off, rude,” I muttered as I shoved his body off mine. It was impossible to keep him off me though, because the moment his body was away from mine, he knew, and instantly wrapped his arms back around me ten times harder than before. “Secondly, haven’t you heard of personal space,” I groaned as I laid perfectly still on my back. I finally just gave in and let him keep his arms around me. No use in fighting that.

“C’mon, Kitten,” he mused as he nuzzled his head into my chest more. I widened my eyes and looked down at him. “We’d make some pretty cute kids.”

I hate this so fucking much. And there was no way I was getting out of this. I just wish this was when I knew the weird sex dreams started...

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I laid perfectly still on the bed. The lights were off, and Kyle was perfectly asleep. I was envious of his sleep. The last time I had a peaceful night of rest was ages ago. The nightmares I had were awful, keeping me awake till dawn. But also, Kyle also talked in his sleep and always clung to me like his life depended on it.

I’d be lying if I said Kyle and I hadn’t gotten close. Even though part of me still hated him, the other part of me knew that he was probably the last person I had to be friends with, other than his mother and Erica.

With a deep groan, I shoved Kyle awake, nearly pushing him to the floor.

“What the hell was that for!?” he shouted from his spot on the ground beside the bed.

“You know when you talk in your sleep…” I spoke aloud. I kept my eyes on him as he glared at me.

“No I don’t,”

“You sure about that, Officer. How else would I know you wanted to be a cop?” I scoffed as I stood up off the bed. Kyle watched as I walked around the bed and stood at the foot of it.

“You… You read through my personal belongings.” He shot back as he stood to his feet.

“Y-You have a diary,” I stifled my laughter as I looked at him. Kyle glared at me again. “No, I only know that because you talk in your sleep. And at first it didn’t bother me too much because it was cute shit like being a police officer, or having a family and kids, and cute shit… But now… For the last week, Kyle, you have been having sex dreams. And I wake up to you clinging to me…” I lifted an accusing finger as I spoke. Kyle looked at me, waiting for me to continue my rant. Which was rather surprising because he hardly lets people finish their thoughts or rants before he interprets them. “Do you know how weird that is?! Having sex dreams about someone who’s just sleeping next to you?” I stared at him for a moment, trying to understand if he was going to say anything. “Whatever, I’m going to help Judy.” I scoffed before turning to leave the room.

“With what? It’s midnight!” He gestured to the dark window. Yeah, that was true. Judy was probably asleep. I just needed to get out of the room and let my frustrations be out instead of held in.

“With something!” I shouted at him.

“Kitten, wait,” Kyle started before grabbing my wrist and pulling me to face him. I spun around on my toes and looked right at him. I couldn’t help but feel annoyance grow on my face as I stared.

“Why do you call me that!?” I shouted at him. Kyle stayed silent as he stared up at me. I could see a certain confusion grow on his face as he tried to connect the dots to my question. “Kitten! Why do you call me that?! You’ve called me that since I got here.”

“Well… I…” Kyle paused for a moment. I watched as his mouth opened and closed a few times, and his jaw clenching momentarily. I stared at him, as he sat in thought for a very long time.

“Whatever,” I scoffed as I turned to leave again.

“Because you’re attractive…” He finally spoke after an eternity of silence. He looked up at me with a stilled face. “Because I’d fuck you,” he stated truthfully. I blinked, taking a step back before I stared at him.

“That’s a bit of a raunchy way to say you want to sleep with me.” I folded my arms over my chest. Kyle smirked before shrugging. “I’ve been sleeping with you for the last month.”

“You-You know what I meant,” he muttered as he approached me again. I stopped right in front of me, our toes just barely touching. “Well, do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Want to have sex with me?”

“You… You want to have sex… During the end of the world. Bit cliche don’t you think?” I was still taken aback that he just asked that. I’m still stuck in the argument we had less than 10 minutes ago. And now he wants to have sex with me?

“Well I wouldn’t say that it’s the end of the world. But that’s essentially what I’m saying… Yeah, I wanna have sex with you, during the end of the world.” Kyle shrugged as he looked at me.

“If you say so… Officer,” I whispered with a shrug. Kyle looked at me, his jaw stealing at my words. “Someone’s gotta repopulate the world.” I smirked at him. I could tell my words did something to him. It was obvious that he did indeed want someone to repopulate with. And I was the winner of that contest. Not that I’m complaining.

“Don’t… Don’t call me that,” he warned as he cornered me between his body and the bed. I took a deep breath as I looked at him, feeling my heart rate pick up in my chest. He still made it possible for me to escape if I wanted to. But, at this point, who says I wanted to escape?

“Why? D-Does it do something to you, Officer?” I whispered as I lifted my hands to his shirt. A small smirk grew across his lips as I smoothed out the wrinkleiness of the fabric against his torso. I could feel the semi toneness of his chest through the light fabric.

“You tell me yourself, Kitten,” he muttered before pressing his hips into mine. My breath was instantly knocked from my lungs as his bulge pressed into my legs. “Tell me now… If you want to stop…” he half growled into my mouth. I quickly shook my head as he pressed his groin into me more.

“P-Please,” I whispered before I pulled my lips between my teeth.

“Please what, Kitten?”

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered into his mouth. He looked down at me, a pleased smirk growing on his lips before he quickly pressed his mouth along my face and then down my jaw. It was impossible to stay down on earth the moment he began leaving little bites across my neck. A soft whimper fell from my lips as he pushed me back down on the bed.

“We gotta be quiet… My parents are in the next room over. Don’t want them hearing us,” he whispered into my ear as he quickly threw a hand over my mouth. I took a deep breath before he pressed his thumb over my nose. “You think you can do that for me, Kitten?” He kept his voice low, almost a growl as he spoke. With his other hand, he carefully pushed past my pajamas and cupped my pussy.

I wanted to nod, but I knew the nod would mean nothing the second I whimpered again. Kyle smirked as he slowly moved his fingers over my clothed sex. I don’t think I’d be able to be quiet...

It just got harder to stay quiet the second he started stroking my clit over my panties. He knew exactly what he was doing. Driving me nuts, that’s what. He could’ve gone slower, and I would’ve hated him for it… Or loved him. At this point they were both interchangeable.

I bit down so hard on my lips I was sure they’d bleed as he moved my underwear to the side. My lungs slowly grew a blaze, feeling a certain tightness in my chest as he slowly moved a finger between my folds, slowly pressing it into my entrance. A dark smirk grew across his lips as he withdrew his hand.

“I didn’t know a kitten could get so wet,” Kyle mused as looked at his glistening fingers. He quickly glanced at me, his smirk growing daker by the second. Then he carefully stuck his fingers between his lips, sucking on them for a brief moment. A soft whimper came from me, causing him to laugh. “She tastes good, too,” he hummed.

Kyle carefully dragged his hand down my side, tracing over my waist and hips, before diving back into my pants and underwear. He knew exactly what he was doing, on purposely making me make noises. Because the second he started stroking over my clit, I couldn’t stop any sound that came from my mouth, even with his hand over it.

“This is already better than any dream I had, Kitten,” he murmured in my ear. I swallowed roughly and nodded. He smirked as he gently pushed a finger into me, quickly followed by a second. “If you’re quiet I’ll move my hand.”

I hummed as I closed my eyes, my head lolling to the side. Kyle dragged his hand from my mouth, sliding it down to my chest. My lips stayed between my teeth, forcing myself to be quiet as he started massaging my breasts.

“D-Don’t stop, whatever you do… Please k-keep going,” I struggled to say as his movements hastened. His thumb carefully brushed against my clit, causing me to push my head back into the bed beneath me.

“You like this, don’t you?” Kyle laughed lightly. I could feel my chest lifting away from the bed the heavier my breath grew. “How long has it been since you’ve been touched like this? Since you’ve been used?”

“Kyle, Kyle, please,” I bit down on my lower lip. I brought one of my hands to rest over my mouth, while the other held his arm.

“I’d call you a desperate, but I’m the one having sex dreams of you.”

The funny thing is… I was desperate. Even though he was the one having the sex dreams, I was the one having the thoughts when I was awake. And a lot of the thoughts were hoping this would happen. Guess we’re bothing having dreams coming true.

It was only a matter of moments before I was finishing over his hand. My eyes stayed closed as I tried catching up with time. And in the few moments I had, Kyle had climbed off the bed and quickly undressed, leaving me still in my pajamas. I didn’t feel rushed, but I hated that I was still wearing clothes.

Once I had my moment of recollection, I sat up, peeling my shirt off and kicking my pants to the floor. I was too busy undressing to even notice that Kyle was staring at me, watching my quickness and excitement. But when I finally did sit back and look at him, he was watching me with a smirk on his lips.

I tried not to let my eyes linger on his body for too long. When I noticed his hard length, I couldn’t help but stare. Then he laughed, forcing me to look up at his face and swallow roughly.

“No, please, keep staring,” he muttered with a smirk. I slowly blinked before shaking my head, silently lifting my hand to him. I could feel my sudden neediness radiating off my body, surely Kyle could sense it from where he was standing.

When he didn’t move, I slowly moved my legs apart, making it so there was space for him to kneel comfortably. He smirked again before crawling onto the bed, coming right up to my face.

“Tell me, Kitten, how badly do you want this,” he whispered against my lips. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before nodding. “Use your words. I trust you know how. You were pretty vocal a few moments ago.”

“I don’t think you understand, Officer, how bad I need you,” I murmured as I looked up at him. The corner of his lips twitched at the nickname I had so lovingly given him. “Only you can help me.”

“Damn right I am,” he muttered before roughly pressing his lips to mine. I threw my arms around his neck as he moved so his length was pressing against me. My breathing stuttered slightly before I began gasping for air as he very slowly entered me.

Once he was fully sheathed in me, Kyle knelt straight up. I stared at him, watching as he hooked his arms under my knees. With that, he managed to press deeper into me, inciting a moan from me.

“More,” I tried to whisper as I looked up at him. His eyes locked with mine for a moment before rolling his hips into mine. He fell into a steady rhythm, hitting the right spots at just the right times.

Any conversation between us ceased to exist, leaving us with struggling moans and gasps for breath. My hands ran over my body, trying to relieve myself of something.

Kyle dropped one of my legs, bringing his hand to between my legs. My head fell back before rolling to rest against my shoulder, feeling the eventual relief in my abdomen.

“You feel so good, Kitten,” Kyle mumbled before dropping my other leg and coming back down to my face. I huffed out a breath of air before lifting a hand to his head. “Better than anything I could ever imagine,” he added before pressing his lips to mine. I hummed, pushing my fingers through his hair.

“I’m gon-gonna cum,” I whined before biting my teeth into his shoulder. Kyle ran his hands up my back before pulling me close.

“Yeah?” he groaned into my ear. I nodded as my breathing grew ragged. “Me too,” he added as his movements grew faulty. He pressed his forehead to mine, his heavy breath fanning across my skin. My eyes stayed glued to his.

“Do it, please do it,” I whimpered. Kyle���s eyes grew darker the moment the heaviness of my words hit him. I don’t think I was supposed to notice his brief pause, but I did. “I’m serious.”

“You know what-”

“God, Kyle, I know. I know what it’ll mean,” I cut him off, lifting my back up into his body. He looked at me for a brief moment before capturing my lips in a gentle kiss. I threw my arms around his neck, holding him close to me.

“If that’s what you want,” he moaned, his movements turning sloppy. I knew I wasn’t about to last long. “Someone’s gotta have my kid.”

“Let it be me then,” I cried out. My legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him in place. “Please.” My whole body tensed around his as my head fell back as I tried to keep quiet. Kyle looked down at me before putting his hand over my mouth. Then a warmth- that I didn’t realize that I missed- grew in my stomach.

Kyle fell, laying against my body. With that, we fell into silence. The only sound was our heavy breathing and the sounds of crickets outside. The silence was nice though.

“My mother better not find out about this,” Kyle said after an eternity. I laughed and shook my head.

“Then you better hope I don’t end up pregnant, because she’ll find out eventually,” I sighed deeply as I brought my hands to hold the back of his head. His body stiffened before he lifted his head to look down at me.

“I’ll tell her in the morning.”

“Well you don’t have to do that,” I laughed. He stared at me for a moment. “You tell her she’ll probably break us apart. And, well, like I said earlier… Someone’s gotta repopulate the world.”

“No, yeah, you’re right. She’d probably kill me if she found out we’re having sex,” he stated before trying to move away from me. “Actually I think she’d kill me then pray I come back to life for that kid.”

“I’m not living through someone trying to eat me twice.”

“I can change that,” he teased with a smile. I stared at him once I realized what he meant.

“Tomorrow night please. I’m so tired.”

“If you say so,” Kyle laughed before slipping out of the bed.

Some months after the apocalypse ended

“You look mighty dashing in that uniform, Officer.” I looked at Kyle as I smoothed out the few wrinkles in his shirt. I tried my hardest to hold the young boy in my arms the moment he became fussy.

“Don’t start that now. I can’t be late,” Kyle warned as he looked back at me. I smiled and shrugged.

I looked up at Kyle with a soft smile on my lips. Although our son was young, he tried to blindly reach out for his father, but failed as he was just out of the child’s reach. “Be safe out there,” I whispered before pressing my lips to his.

“Of course I will.”

“Good, because your little man will be pissed if he finds out you’re not coming home.” I smiled before kissing him again. “But I think I’ll be even more pissed than your kid.”

“Please. I’ll come home in one piece, with no bites.”

“You better, Officer.” I smirked again.

“Well since you asked so nicely,” Kyle scoffed before rolling his eyes. I smiled and nodded.

“Good luck out there. Judy’s making dinner so be home in a timely manner.”

“Okay, for real, I gotta go. See you later, Little Man.” Kyle smiled as he rubbed the top of his son’s head. I smiled before puckering my lips. “And I’ll be home before you know it.” He quickly pecked my lips. “Love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, love you too. See ya later.” I swung our son over to my other hip, resting him gently on my hip. I turned around and slowly walked back up to our home.

“It’s not too soon for another one, is it?!” He shouted from the end of the driveway. I turned and looked at him as I made it to the front door.

“If anything, we can practice!”

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Fake Fight ~ JJK [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 4.3K

GENRE: Non idol Au! Normal Jungkook boyfriend, hard smut, request

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Strong language, explicit content, teasing, dirty talk, domination, possessive Jungkook, jealousy, spanking, orgasm denial, choking, light slapping, squirting, degradation, safeword, after care, fluffy at the end.

No matter what happened between you and Jungkook during a fight the makeup sex after it was always the best. It was passionate, rough and honestly the best sex that either of you had had together so you would do anything to get it to happen again. The fights were normally pointless or really not a huge deal so it wasn't toxic whenever it happened. You both agreed that fighting over small things wasn't a huge deal to either of you. You would rather get the fight out of the way before it evolved into something major. Plus the sex always made up for 99% of it and it wasn't as though you said things to one another that would hurt each other. There were no accusations of cheating or calling one another names, or hitting one another. One fight, for example, was because you'd come home to see that he'd done nothing all day after promising to do something around the house. Both of you worked long hours so you shared the household chores between one another. Tonight was just like any other night, you were both going out on a Friday night to get a drink, cool down from the long work-week and cool off from the stresses of your jobs. Jungkook, as usual, was running late to meet you without a good reason so you decided to take advantage of this.

The club was relatively full since it was a Friday night so you had your choice of who you wanted to flirt with until Jungkook got there to see what was happening. Jealous Jungkook was always the best kind of Jungkook for you. You'd been needy all week since he'd been too busy with work to pay any real attention to you, and if this was going to be the only reason he came to you then so be it. Glancing over at the bar someone caught your eye he was 5''10 with curly blonde hair. He had this huge boxy smile on his face as he laughed at something the bartender was saying to him. Your head was so caught up in his smile you sort of got lost in your thoughts as you made your way over to him.

"Can I have a glass of pink Gin and lemonade please?" You questioned the bartender as you looked at his nametag,

"Sure thing," He nodded at Taehyung before going to make your drink.

"Thanks, Jimin," You always found that bartenders or waiters reacted better when you used their names. That was what their nametags were for.

Instead of flirting with Taehyung right away, you pretended as though you hadn't seen him. It was much easier to do it this way than to go right up to someone.

"Thanks," You whispered paying Jimin more than he needed for the drink and telling him to keep the change. That was when you turned on your heel and ''accidentally'' spilt the drink onto the floor in front of you, hitting the black classy tie-up heels you'd word that night. You'd paired them to go with the black satin wrap dress with a diagonal cut so it was shorter on one leg than the other. Black was Jungkook's favourite colour on you after all and you wanted to make him see what he'd been missing that week.

"You okay?" Taehyung reached out to take your wrist in his and you hissed at the spilt drink.

"My cousin's going to kill me, these are her shoes." You lied as you reached up for a napkin from the bar but Taehyung beat you to it and reached for the napkins instead.

"Sit, here," He pulled out a barstool and reached down to your shoes cleaning them off as he spoke to you.

"I'm Taehyung," You smiled at him sweetly as he introduced himself. He seemed sweet not to mention he was hot so he could have had anyone in the bar yet here you were setting him up to fail. You almost felt bad for him but it wasn't as if you were going to intentionally make him think there was something there. You just had to make it look like you were flirting when Jungkook walked in.

"Y/n, it's nice to meet a guy who appreciates shoes as much as me." You teased as he still continued to dry the shoe you were wearing which was already cleaned.

"O-Oh right! Sorry, I just- Your eyes-" You looked at him, tilting your head to the side confused by what he meant.

"They're really pretty," You could feel the back of your neck heating up as he paid you a compliment, you looked down at the floor with a small smile on your lips. Maybe you had to worry about him flirting with you and getting the wrong impression.

"Look Taehyung-"

"Sorry if it made you uncomfortable. I'm just not normally good with talking to people. I only came out because Jimin finishes early tonight. I don't normally do this kind of thing." You felt even worse than before but nothing was going to compare to how you would feel in a couple of seconds.

"Y/N!? What the fuck?!" The voice was so loud you could have sworn most of the club turned to look at Jungkook who was now standing in front of you. He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with a white button-up shirt on.

"Kookie what-"

"Who's this?!" He wasn't going to let you get a word out. The moment he'd walked into the club he saw you sitting with someone else. Someone else's hands on his girlfriend and that was all he needed to see red. That and the giant smile on both of your faces as you flirted with one another mindlessly. As though you had not a single care in the world for your boyfriend.

"Taehyung he was just helping me clean-" Again Jungkook wasn't going to let you finished. You could see how red in the face he was turning as Taehyung still had your foot in his hand so you slowly tugged it away.

"He was just touching my girlfriend," You could hear the growl in his voice so you jumped down from the stool and stood with your chest flat against Jungkook. Your hands resting on his upper arms as you tried to calm him down.

"Jungkook, look at me. He was helping me." You whispered in a calm manner, Jungkook glanced down at you before shaking his head and snapping his eyes back up to Taehyung.

"You think it's good to flirt with women who are taken!?" He was yelling once again and Taehyung looked terrified of what was happening in front of him. Jimin came back over to the side of the bar you were sitting on.

"Jungkook please-"

"No! This fucking good for nothing thinks he can flirt with you!" He pulled you by the elbow so you were standing behind him as he continued to yell out at Taehyung. As much as you felt bad for what was happening to Taehyung there was still that one part of you inside that was getting turned on by the thought of Jungkook taking this anger out on you.

"Sorry Jungkook...H-He was just so hot-"

"You are my girlfriend!" He was facing you now, Taehyung was sitting with Jimin both of them wide eyes as they watched you and Jungkook stared at one another.

"What will you do? Punish me?" That was when everything began to sink in for Jungkook, he licked the inside of his lip as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close to him.

"Is that what this is about?" He roughly pulled on your waist and squeezed you waiting for you to answer him but you stayed silent. Wanting more than just a squeeze from him and he knew that as well.

"You're not going to answer me, baby?" You stared into his eyes, staring him down and he tuts at you before grabbing a fistful of your hair and tilting your head up.

"Is this what the little slut wants?" You nodded as much as you could with your hair in his hands and he smirked at you. His eyes cloudling over darkly as he leans down his lips just above yours as he teased you with the temptation of kissing him. But you weren't allowed to. He had to be the one to kiss you, those were his rules.

"Good little kitten," He chuckled right before smashing his own lips against yours, biting down on your lip causing you to whine out and part your lips for him.

"What the fuck?" Taehyung whispered to Jimin as you and Jungkook walked out of the club together as if nothing had happened.

"What makes you think you even deserve my dick tonight?" Jungkook questioned as he slammed you chest first into the wall. His hands ripping open the satin dress you were wearing to reveal you were naked underneath.

"Shit princess, your punishment is getting worse with each passing second," He slapped your bare ass harshly and you hissed. Bucking your hips into the wall as you heard Jungkook chuckle to himself.

"What happened to my slutty little girl out there? She's suddenly shying away?" You turned around to face him ready to come back at him with a comment but instead, you received a harsh slap across your right breast making you whimper out in pleasure as he touched you again.

"Were you trying to say something?" He asked softly as he reached up to cup your face, the mood swings would be enough to knock someone off their feet but you knew what he was doing, you'd agreed to this when you started your sex life together. There were rules and safe words so that neither of you would go too far.

"Green," You whispered to him as you knew he was checking to see where you were with all of this. The small touches of his hands on your face were his way of checking without ruining the high for you. With the confirmation he needed he gripped you by the wrist and began walking you up the staircase.

"Such a dirty whore! Dressing up and getting naked for anyone to see?" He shoved you face down on the bed and slapped you across the ass again, this time you kept the hiss back as you knew he hated when you didn't respond to him and you wanted him to be hard on you this time around.

"What makes you think I should even waste time on punishing you huh?" He was laying on top of you, his hand at your core and as ran the pads of his fingers through your folds.

"Your cunt is already dripping wet for me," He whispered in your ear before biting down roughly so you smirked at him,

"What makes you think I'm wet for you?" This earnt you a slap on the pussy making you scream out into the bedsheets, he smirked. Thankful that he'd used soundproof pads on the walls around the room so the neighbours wouldn't accidentally think he was murdering you.

"Who's it for then? That boy that wouldn't be able to make you feel the things I do?" He questioned forcing you to lay on your back and look up at him. You nodded at him and he grabbed you by the throat, softly applying a little pressure as he stared into your eyes.

"H-He can make me just as wet." He knew what you were doing but it didn't stop the anger boiling up inside of him so he applied more pressure and ground down against you. The fabric of his jeans making you moan out in surprise,

"You wanna ride my thigh princess?" He repeated the same action as before, pushing his thigh against your core as he moved it slowly and you moaned out again.

"Dirty little bitch, you'll hump anything like a real bitch in heat." He chuckled deeply before letting go of your neck and sitting on the bed. He stared at you as you stood up and held your neck,

"Ride." He ordered as he watched you stare at him, this was something you'd never tried before but from the feeling of before you wanted to experience it before.

Placing your legs either side of his thigh you straddled him slowly and bit your lip,

"W-What now?" He chuckled at how innocent you were acting and so he reached down to rub your clit softly.

"Ride it," He whispered as he locked his eyes with yours. You were already moaning out at the sudden contact from his thumb so you began bucking your hips up and down as if you were riding him instead of his thigh. The denim was making you whine out as it rubbed you in all the right ways, combined with Jungkook's fingers on your clit.

"Good girl, humping my leg like this." He chuckled darkly as you continued to pick up the pace of your hips. Whimpering and whining whenever you reached a certain spot that made your eyes roll back. It wasn't enough to make you cum the way he did but it was enough to make you cum.

"Feels so-so- good." You giggled excitedly, a smile appearing on your lips as you felt the familiar build-up of your orgasm approaching you. But once Jungkook saw that smile he waited until he knew you were about to cum and pulled you up from his lap, slapping you hard across the ass while chuckling at your whimpering state.

"Look at the mess you made on my pants, princess." His tone was condescending as he looked down at you, shaking his head at you before moving closer to you and pulled you so his mouth was against your ear.

"You're fucking mine! Do you understand that?!" He barked as he pushed you down onto all fours beside the bed, slapping you across the ass so hard it sent a tingle through the palm of his hand.

"Yes!" You screamed out, digging your nails into the carpet as you closed your eyes. Ignoring the tears that were building up in the corners of your eyes. This was nothing compared to what you and Jungkook had done before but after not touching you for so long and only coming at you roughly. You felt bad for it.

"Dirty little slut needs fucking back into her place doesn't she?" He chuckled as you nodded at him, looking over your shoulder at him as he began unbuckling his trousers.

"Face forward. I don't want to see your face." A whimper left your throat as your head went back down to facing the floor as you heard his belt hit the floor.

"See, you can be such a good girl when you want to be." He tutted, running his fingers up and down your folds as he watched you.

"Why can't you be this obedient all the time?" As he finished his questioned he pushed two fingers into you making your moan out in surprise, gripping onto the carpet at the sudden contact.

"J-Junkook." You whispered out in bliss as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you quickly. Curling them up whenever he hit that one spot that made you see stars.

"Good girl, moan out my name louder." He chuckled moving his fingers faster.

"Jungkook!" You yelled out and that was when he slapped your clit with his palm again,

"Louder." He growled out in your ear, bent over you as he continued to push his fingers in and out of you roughly.

"S-Shit!" You whimpered as your legs began to shake, your orgasm building up once again as you clenched around his digits.

"JUNGKOOK!" You yelled out as your hips bucked back trying to chase your orgasm but as soon as you bucked Jungkook ripped his hand away from you.

"Bad girls don't get to cum," He slapped you with his hand before pushing his two fingers into your mouth.

"Clean them." You nodded at him, swirling your tongue around his two fingers. Sucking them clean as you locked your eyes on Jungkook's.

"Good girl, on your knees, mouth open." Following along to what he was saying you sat back on your knees and opened your mouth. He smirked taking his cock from his boxers and tapped the tip on your tongue.

"Get me ready, princess," You knew what he was going to do, he was going to fuck your throat for talking back to him at the club not that you were going to complain. You licked from base to tip, dragging your tongue along the veins as you glanced up at Jungkook.

"Just like that, good girl." He whispered out in pleasure, rolling his head back as you continued to coat him in your saliva.

"Do you remember the taps?" He questioned as he grabbed you by a fistful of hair, looking down at you and waiting before he went on with everything.

"Two taps is a warning, three taps is to slow down and four is to stop." Once he heard you tell him he pushed himself into your mouth going slow at first until he began to build up his courage. That was when he began to piston his hips into your mouth, making you gag around the girth of his cock as you tried to fight back the tears threatening to spill out.

"My pretty little fuck doll, hmm? All pent up. Is this what you wanted tonight? A good fucking?" He slapped you softly across the cheek making you droll around him as you looked up at him. He continued to fuck into your mouth, pulling out for a couple of seconds so you could catch your breath. Droll and precum rolling down your chin as you looked up at him, panting heavily.

"So fucking hot." He grunted, getting caught up in the sight of seeing you fucked out. He thrust back into your mouth and closed his eyes tightly as he continued bucking into your mouth. Your throat contracting around the head of his cock whenever he hit too far.

"F-Fuck baby! Just like this, good girl." You moaned around him at the nickname and he chuckled picking up the pace of his hips suddenly.

Your eyes widened as he continued fucking into your throat when he normally would stop every couple of seconds to let you breathe.

"Taking me so fucking well, good little slut." You cried out around him not wanting to stop but you knew you had to. He pulled off as you struggled to catch your breath,

"You'll only breathe when I want you to." You began pumping him in your hands to try and grab more air but he pulled you off him and pushed himself back into your mouth. You gagged around him but he continued thrusting into you, chuckling as you tapped one on his leg. He knew that wasn't the warning and so did you. He moaned out in pleasure as he threw his head back fucking roughly into your throat.

Four taps later and Jungkook was away from you, his release on your hair gone as he knelt down in front of you to check you were okay. His expression was still hard as he wasn't going to break out of character.

"Don't cry baby," He winked at you, wiping away the tears that were rolling down your cheeks. He leant forward, kissing you on the forehead gently.

"You've been so good, what do you want me to do?" Your throat felt as though it was on fire but you kissed him roughly.

"F-Fuck me, I need you." He wasted no time in taking you over to the bed and laying you faced down on the bed. He squeezed your ass cheeks in his hands, massaging them to soothe them from his slaps before he spread them apart. The cold air hit your slicked cunt making you whimper out in surprise.

"You wanna cum on my cock baby?" Jungkook lined himself up at your entrance, running his tip between your wet folds,

"Y-yes." You moaned into the bed and he chuckled, plunging into you from behind with your legs together. The sudden deepness of his cock made you yelp out and he smirked,

"Such a snug tight little cunt." He grunted, slowly thrusting into you with a rough hit whenever he reached your hilt. Your hands stretched out to the sides of the beds, gripping onto the sheets as you cried out his name loudly into them.

Your whole body felt as though it was on fire as Jungkook's hands roamed freely over your body. Slapping you across the ass as he began to pick up his thrusts. Pistoning in and out of you rapidly as he could feel his own orgasm building up inside of him.

"Will you be a good girl from now on?!" He questioned looking down at you as he continued to bury himself deep inside of you. You were so lost in the clouds you'd barely remembered to speak back to him,

"Y-Yes! I'll be such a good girl," You whined out as you squirmed beneath him, your hips automatically bucking as he hit into that spot that made blood rush to your head and had your toes curling.

"Look at you squirming all ready for my hot cum," He twitched inside of you and you giggled knowing he was close, you clenched around him as he thrust into you, spreading your legs wider this time.

"Fuck you feel so good around me." He moaned out into your neck, kissing up and down the skin before biting and sucking into the base of your neck.

"You're only a good girl for my cock, aren't you?!" He slapped you across the ass again ramming into you as he grunting.

"Jungkook! C-Close." You warned him as he continued to fuck into you, spreading your legs so he could see how wet you were making him whenever he pulled out of you.

"Cum for me princess, squeeze me and milk me dry. Go on. Work for my cum." He commanded so you did, you whimpered out as he continued to slam into you, his skin slapping into yours as your eyes rolled back.

"S-Shit!" You whimpered as you clenched around him, your orgasm ripping through you as he continued to fuck you through it making it last longer. You gasped out as he continued to fuck into you, his hands repeatedly slapping against your ass as you cried out his name.

"Jungkook!" You screamed, gripping onto the sheets as he slammed into you. Your ass rose from the bed and you were on your hands and knees as you tried to move away from him but your body was fighting back. Your entire body was fighting for him to keep going, ignoring the intensity of it.

"Fuck baby, beg for my cum. Go on," A rough slap hit your ass cheek and you let out a pathetic squeak in response to him. Cumming again only this time you screamed out loudly, ripping the sheets beneath you as he slammed into you. Filling you up as you gushed around him, your juices hitting the sheets and the floor as you squirted around his cock. The euphoria of your orgasm left your body instantly and you began to whimper and cry,

"Red! RED!" You screamed out as your body began to convulse. You were shaking uncontrollably and Jungkook ripped out of you instantly, letting you sink into the mattress as you shook. Wrapping a warm blanket around you and pulling you into his arms.

"I'm here, right here. Breathe baby. Breathe." He whispered in your ear as you continued to shake in his arms. Whimpering as you came down from the intense orgasm, shaking against his touch.

"Do you need anything? Water? Hot water bottle?" You closed your eyes listening to his rapid heartbeat to calm you down. As you tried to speak you realised you couldn't so you just pointed at the nightstand. Jungkook stretched for the bottle he kept on the nightstand and you started to chug it.

"Easy," He soothed and you slowly began taking sips from it, sitting up straight as you looked at him. Your head still felt as though it was spinning and he sighed, he was disappointed in himself for taking it to the point where you screamed your safeword.

"You were such a good girl, did so well." He praised you as you laid your head on his shoulder. Watching the way his chest slowly raised and fell again to calm your own breathing down.

"That was a big one, I'm proud you got through it." He kissed the top of your head again and you whined out in disgust.

"What princess?" You looked down at the sheets below you to see them covered in him cum and you felt your body heat up.

"I'll change the sheets once I get you in a hot bath and get some hot tea down your throat." He whispered as he made you look back at him kissing your lips softly.

"You feeling up to speaking yet?" He questioned as you looked up at him, your head finally returning to the ground.

"Y-Yeah," Your voice was hoarse but you finally felt as though you could speak again so you smiled at him softly and laid your head on him.

"C-Can I have some chocolate?" He nodded at you,

"I'll make you a hot meal first though darling, and then you can have all the chocolate in the world." You smiled weakly and Jungkook lifted you up into his arms, carrying you off towards the bathroom not leaving you alone for even a second. 

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Confessions

MICHE ZACHARIAS X SHY CADET

Miche finally tells his crush he likes her. That's it

Miche watched her from Erwin’s office as she left the headquarters to enjoy a well-deserved break. The evening sun highlighted her brunette curls, stopping just below her delicate shoulders. It was a shame really, her hair used to touch her waist when she first joined. She was so incredibly shy and anxious back then, struggling to find her place among younger people that were much stronger than her. He remembered back when she declined the promotion for the sake of her happiness. It had been 3 years since y/n joined the survey corps at the age of 20. She was a late beginner, but her analytical skills, a fateful emotional meltdown and a background in research had soon gotten her a place under section commander Hange. Y/n was not good as a fighter, but she was observant, more than Erwin and Hange. Miche could not help but notice her, she was cute after all. She had flaws, just like everyone else, but the veteran soldier was drawn to her in particular. He couldn’t remember when he felt like that for the first time. Maybe it was when he saw her for the first time, clutching a soiled handwritten application and trying her hardest to put on a brave face. Who knows? Who cares? The important part was that he liked her, she did not know and he was not going to tell.

“What are you looking at Miche? “

“N-nothing, Erwin. Go on…”

Miche went back to focusing on the meeting. y/n had already disappeared in the next lane, so there was no point looking outside. The meeting would go on for hours, as usual, veterans had no holidays.

Meanwhile, y/n made herself comfortable near the quiet riverbank. It was one of the few attractions in the little land of Paradis, especially after the fall of Wall Maria. The serene river glowed red under the now darkening sun rays. Y/n had about 30 minutes to draw something, after which it would get too dark. Problem was, y/n had no idea what to draw. So she just sat there, wondering about her life. It seemed self-indulgent to refuse work only to get out and ponder about herself, but she needed it. The chaos inside the headquarters hardly did her any good. She wanted quiet and peace, but what she had right now was just pure loneliness. Y/n had friends, but nobody close or free enough to sit under the open night sky. So she sat all alone over the wall, the cold breeze ruffling her hair. If only there were someone to hold her.

“Bottomline, all of you must prepare your squads for next month’s expedition. We can’t afford to compromise manpower. Pay attention to the weak members, we need them to come back alive. You all are dismissed.”

Miche walked out of Erwin’s office and went straight to his room that he shared with Dieter, another squad leader. He felt tired, as though he knew what was about to come. A lot of action and a shit ton of casualties, not to forget all the rigorous training he was about to deliver on the cadets.

“What a long day..”

“Tomorrow’s going to be longer, Ness.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think you will make it through the expedition?”

Miche scrunched his nose at the odd yet totally reasonable question. Him and Dieter served the scout regiment since their teenage years, yet they never quite got used to the anxiety before impending doom. Against his overbearing stress, Miche gave him a positive answer hoping to lift his spirits.

“I will make it out alive, Ness. The most damage I will end up with is a lost limb, after which I will retire and live a peaceful life. Don’t worry.” Miche finished with his signature scoff, masking his true emotions. The shameless, pretentious display of cockiness was all worth the little chuckle from Ness, the most sociable, tender man among veterans.

They made their way to the dining hall after chit chatting and freshening up. Their tables had the usual serving of bread, soup and vegetables. His eyes scanned the place for the owner of those beautiful, crazy curls, y/n, she should have been back by now. He couldn’t see her anywhere. Usually it was so easy to spot her in her corner seat. Perhaps Hange assigned her some work, but he couldn’t risk revealing his crush by asking the overly-energetic squad leader. So he quietly finished his plate, feeling just a little hint of emptiness because he missed y/n.

“Nifa, find y/n and tell her I want her in the lab tomorrow at 6am sharp.” Mike overheard Hange speaking from a couple of tables away.

“Yes captain.” Nifa quickly finished her meal and left the dining hall and eventually the headquarters. Her face made it clear that she had done this several times now and Miche was not surprised. Y/n was often in her own head and stayed out for a long time. Miche just found it unusual for her to stay out this late. It was cold outside, no person in their right mind would stay out past 8pm. He wished he knew what was going on inside the girl’s head that made her personality so withdrawn, but he did not have the time. He needed to draft a schedule for this week’s training and tests for the cadets. Just the thought of sitting in an office doing paperwork with a candlelight flickering throughout the night made him feel calm. He was extremely skilled on the field, but he liked doing paperwork too. His studious side was something only his immediate squad and other veterans were familiar with. Sometimes he couldn’t help fantasizing about sharing his study with y/n. Aside from his feelings, y/n had the brains to draft a perfect test that tapped into all the necessary skills for the next expedition. After all, that was what she had been doing before joining the survey corps, albeit in a different field. Miche stopped in his tracks as an idea struck him. He felt dumb, so dumb. He had drafted so many tests, all by himself, fully knowing that there was someone that could probably do it better than him. Fully knowing that y/n had been a psychology student, and she had perfected the theory subjects after joining the survey corps. He turned around and approached Hange.

“Would you mind if I borrow one of your soldiers for a while?”

“That depends, Miche, who are you talking about?”

“Y/n, I need her help drafting the tests tonight. I think she can do a good job.”

“You are right.. I’ll let her know.”

“Tell her to be in my office by 9;30 tonight.”

Miche left for his office to begin work, he wanted to finish as much as he could before y/n showed up. Because work was not the only thing he was concerned about. He knew exactly what he was doing, it was dubious, but he needed to do it. It was funny how a few hours ago he thought he’d never confess his feelings, but later created an opportunity to do that exact thing. He couldn’t believe himself.

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It was 9;30 sharp, and Miche heard a soft knock on his office door.

“Come in, it’s unlocked, and take a seat before me.” He said without lifting his head.

Y/n made herself comfortable and glanced over three open books and a single page. Miche was writing down questions.

“Alright y/n, I need your help drafting the question papers for tomorrow’s tests. Of course, you will be exempted from actually taking the test as a reward.”

“Understood, sir”

“Good, now I want you to create 30 questions that combine the concepts of formations, weaponry and strategy. Make them difficult, and make sure to base it upon the last 5 expeditions.”

“Alright-”

“You have 2 hours to finish this.”

“Okay..” y/n walked over to the bookshelf and grabbed a heap of books. Miche raised his eyebrows in confusion,

“How are you going to refer to that many books and finish it within time?” Miche questioned her.

“I will, don’t worry.” y/n’s sudden confidence took him aback.

“Well good luck.”

Time flew by quickly as both of them were engrossed in their work, the only sounds coming from the candle and turning of pages. It wasn’t peaceful to be precise, y/n was turning pages with such aggression it made the section commander steal glances at her. She would flip through the pages and write down important points, constantly checking the time as she worked. Her handwriting got messier as time flew by and Miche couldn’t help but notice. He could tell that y/n totally had the plan to give those cadets a hard time. She had a weak, but cocky smirk the whole time, and Miche was just glad that he was not one of the people that would need to take the test. He knew that expression and aggressive handwriting very well. She always wore that smirk while writing exams, and everytime she came out on top. Miche knew she was overcompensating for her sub-par physique and iron-deficiency that interfered with her ODM skills, but that semblance of confidence on her face always turned him on. Her hair was still messed up, she struggled to keep that twisted fringe out of her face.

“Where’s the ruler?!” Y/n asked loudly, shaking Miche out of his trance.

“Wait…” He fished out a ruler from the clutter in his drawer and handed it to y/n.

“What are you drawing?”

“A wrong diagram of the latest formation.” Y/n replied curtly.

“I see.. Good.”

Miche was organizing his drawer after finishing his work when y/n handed him the tests. It was 11;30 sharp. The ink had somehow gotten between y/n’s fingers. Miche went through all seven pages of three extremely complicated tests and shot a glance at y/n, who looked like she was awaiting his praise. She was sitting with her back straight, wide eyed and messy hair. Miche chuckled, and y/n smiled. She knew she had done those cadets dirty with her questions.

“You have a naughty side, don’t you?” “Kitten” , was the term Miche refrained from using at the end.

Y/n nodded with a cheeky grin. The section commander squinted and got up from his chair, towering over her. A faint blush crept over her cheeks as she broke eye contact with him, staring down at her feet instead. Her delicate shoulders now looked tensed up under her transparent, embroidered shoulder shawl. The pile of paperwork didn’t allow him to notice her beautiful blush pink dress. She had embroidered little flowers to accentuate her figure all the way down to her hips.

“You look beautiful in that dress.” Miche blurted out, causing her to blush harder and breathe unevenly.

“Thank you, sir..”

“Look at me when you speak.”

“O-okay..” she slowly raised her head, still not wanting to make eye contact.

“I will be straight to the point y/n… I like you, not just as a comrade.”

“Understood.” y/n was taking quick, short breaths, causing the tall blonde to get on his knees. She had gone back to her timid mouse state and he could no longer read her.

“Are you scared right now?” Miche tried hard to not sound like a creep.

“No, I like you too!”

“That’s -” he began to speak but got cut off.

“More than a comrade, if you were wondering…” she trailed off shyly. Miche kept staring at her, dumbstruck at her honest confession. This whole time he had no idea about her feelings.

"When were you planning to tell me ..?" Miche asked, pulling a chair behind him. He was still leaning towards y/n with an expression of pure shock.

"I… Never planned on saying anything." Y/n's expression saddened as she looked at him with her doe eyes.

"I can understand.". he was telling the truth. The realisation that their confessions were a result of his impulsive decision dawned on him. He couldn't take his eyes off her form. She looked anxious, fondling with her pendant in one hand.

"Do you want to take this further?" Y/n asked with a shaky voice, and his answer was immediate.

"Yes."

She looked straight into his eyes and smiled.

"Can I kiss you?" The 35 year old man felt like a teenager trying to walk on eggshells. The woman before him giggled and nodded in approval, finally lifting her hand from the pendant. She was starting to settle down, although the butterflies in her stomach made it difficult. Miche was about to lean in when she stopped him and got up from her chair.

"I forgot to lock the door." She said naughtly.

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Okay, I really wanted to turn this into a smut, but I am too chicken. 🙈🥺

[zafirosreverie]

You hissed in pain and frustration when you fell on your paws. You hated when this happened.

To many people, being a shapeshifter might sound cool and spectacular, but it wasn't when you couldn't control your transformations, or when the only thing you could transform into was a kitten.

You hadn't really paid attention to your surroundings when you got on the roof, you just needed to be alone. You should have paid attention to where you put your foot, tho. Before you knew it, you had fallen over the edge. It was not a very tall building, but surely it would have done more damage if your kitten had not decided to appear at that moment.

Unfortunately, you could feel that one of your paws had been injured from the impact, causing you to limp. Dammit. And it wasn't even like someone was looking for you. Living alone had its downsides.

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Three days. You had spent three days on the streets, trapped in your kitty form, and you had already learned to respect stray animals and to hate humans a little more. In this time, you had barely managed to eat anything, you had almost been run over twice and some brats had thrown stones at you.

"Damn humans who don't know how to educate their damned devils" you thought.

Just when you walked to the sidewalk, you saw a bike heading straight to you. You puffed up and closed your eyes, waiting for the impact.

But I never came.

Instead, you heard someone gasp and felt a hand gently caress you. You opened your eyes and looked up. A woman with wild hair and the most beautiful eyes you have ever seen was looking at you with concern.

"Are you okay little friend?" she asked, gently taking you in her arms "where did you come from?"

The woman looked around, trying to see if anyone seemed concerned about a cat, but no one was around. Looking closely, she realized that you didn't even have a nameplate.

"Looks like you're lonely huh?" she smiled at her, scratching you behind her ears. The sensation made you purr and lick her hand. She laughed "Well, it looks like you're fine" she said, lowering you to the ground.

You immediately missed the warmth, so you tried to get close to her again, only to hiss when you felt the pain in your paw, which had worsened in recent days.

The woman looked at you, feeling her concern returning. You looked so small and helpless, she just couldn't leave you there while you were hurt. She sighed, before taking you back and carefully placing you in the basket of her bike.

"Okay little rascal, I'll take you home and you can rest for a few days, okay?" she said. She swore that the kitten nodded as if it understood her.

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"Shadow?" Olivia jumped when a small ball of hair appeared in front of her computer screen. She laughed before taking the cat and putting it on her lap "I thought we made it clear that you couldn't come in here."

You meowed, as if challenging her and snuggled into her legs. It had been almost a month since Olivia, or Liv, as some called her, had brought you to her house. The first few days, she had not separated from you, taking care of each of your wounds and making sure you ate well.

It took you only a few days to catch up with your surroundings. Olivia was apparently the chief scientist at one of the nation's top science companies. She had a small lab at home, next to her studio, but it was no match for the one at her work.

Liv had taken you to Alchemax a couple of times, first when you were still hurt and she wanted to make sure you were okay, then simply because she liked your company.

The doctor would not tell anyone, but she sometimes felt quite lonely, she being the first to arrive at the laboratory and often the last to leave. That was why she was so grateful for the hairball that had entered into her life.

In your human form, you were of average height, neither tall nor short, but in your kitten form, you were just a small ball of fur. You fit perfectly in Liv's robe pocket, where you often hung out while she worked.

You liked watching her do it. Her nose wrinkled slightly when she concentrated, and her eyes sparkled when something went according to her plans. Sometimes when she was especially excited about the result, she would hug you and kiss your head.

But that didn't mean you would let her starve, no matter how cute she looked while she worked. That is precisely why you had come up to the table, to interrupt her.

"Be a good fur ball" she said, lowering you to the ground.

You grunted and carefully bit into her pants, pulling it with all your might, which only made her laugh again. But you weren't going to give up, so you kept pulling.

"Okay, okay" Liv sighed "I think you're right. Enough work for today" she said, bending down to grab you and leave her studio.

You smiled internally when she took you to her room to change clothes. Out of politeness, you hid your face in bed, making Olivia smile fondly. When she finished, she took you on her arms again and went to the living room.

The doctor loved to snuggle with you on the couch, just enjoying the feel of your fur. You snuggled into her chest, as you always did, and in less than an hour, you were both peacefully asleep.

But fate loved to be a bitch with you.

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You woke up the next day, when the sunlight caught your eyes. You yawned and stretched slowly, paying no attention to the fact that you had arms and legs, rather than paws and a tail. You smiled when you saw Liv still asleep and hugged her again before going back to sleep.

Olivia woke up, feeling an extra weight on top of her that was definitely not there the day before. Opening her eyes slowly, she saw a head on her chest. She gasped as she realized that a girl was hugging her.

You woke up again with a scream, before being thrown to the ground harshly.

"Who are you?" demanded a voice above you and you turned to see Olivia glaring at you.

You blinked in confusion before realizing that your claws were gone. Well shit. This was going to be difficult to explain. You stood up slowly, making the woman blush

"I'm Y/N" you introduced yourself "And I know it will sound strange, but -... Hey, are you even listening to me?" you asked when you realized Liv was looking you up and down.

Following her gaze, you realized the problem. You had forgotten that clothes did not travel with you when you changed shapes, so you were completely naked in the living room of a woman who did not know that you were the kitten that she had been taking care of her. Poor thing, what has she done to deserve to meet you?

"You have two seconds to get out of my house" she said when she recovered.

"Liv-"

"How do you know my name?" she asked

You sighed "I've lived with you for a month" you said

"What?"

"I am Shadow"

Olivia took a step back, panting. Who the hell did this woman think she was? Entering her house, sleeping with her, standing naked in her living room, and saying it was her adored furball ?! No, she wasn't having it.

"Get out of here before-"

"Your name is Olivia Octavius, Alchemax chief scientist. You don't like coffee without sugar but you drink it because it is the only thing available when you spend nights working in the laboratory. Your subordinates respect you because you are serious and direct with them, also because of Doc Ock, but you really like rom-coms, chocolate cake and cuddles. A few weeks ago you found a black kitten on the street, it was injured and you brought it here, you took care of it and named it Shadow. " You said as quickly as possible.

Olivia looked at you in surprise. All those things ... The only way you could knew was-

"You’re Shadow" she murmured. You simply nodded "But how-"

"Shapeshifter" you said simply.

The woman looked at you carefully. There was something about the way you stood, the way your eyes looked at her and the way your head was slightly tilted. You were as cute as the cat she had cared for.

"I think ... We have a lot to talk about" she said

[howaboutleeches]

Greetings, hope you are doing well 🌸 I have never sent requests before, so I am a little nervous. Anyway, how would main 6 react to mc who feeds the stray cats on daily basis? Thank you in advance for paying attention 💗

I just have to say, I absolutely LOVED this one. I’ll do my best to meet your expectations 

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How would the Main Six React to an MC who feeds stray cats on a daily basis 🐱

Asra:

🔮 He wouldn’t notice the first few times. Not because he didn’t pay attention to you, but it wasn’t something you did for attention, so the quiet gentle action went by almost unnoticed.

🔮 The first sign was the sudden disappearance of the milk bottles from the fridge. At first he though you just really liked milk, so he made sure to buy more, but the speed of which it vanished was way to quick. He became suspicious.

🔮 Then, your absence at the same time, every day. “They may have went to run errands....or maybe Nadia wanted to talk to them?”, was what he though. But every day, at the same time? His suspicion grew even more.

🔮 Now, he wasn’t proud of what he did next. He could’ve just asked you, but he decided to follow you. The worse possible thoughts crossed his mind as he saw you enter a dark alley. But then you knelt down and he smiled at what he saw.

🔮 A larger cat, accompanied by small ones, kittens, care-freely approached you, meowing in happiness as you laid down a tray, pouring the milk. The kittens eagerly started drinking and the larger cat, probably the mother, purred while rubbing herself on you. He left the alley, making sure you hadn’t noticed his presence, and you didn’t

🔮 He could’ve told you he saw, how adorable you looked, or how you had such a kind heart and pure spirit. But he decided not to say anything. Although, when  you came back, a sweet smile was on his face as he sipped a cup of tea. “I was thinking....Faust seems lonely sometimes. We should get her a few friends. I was thinking, how about kittens?” He couldn’t help but chuckle as you excitedly agreed.

Nadia:

👑 She had a keen eye, so she quickly noticed how you quickly rushed away after your dinners, ran to the kitchen, grabbed a few leftovers and came back to the palace with a satisfied expression. That made her eyebrow raise and her mind confused.

👑 Surely, if you had discovered a new fun activity or had made a new friend, you would definitely tell her....right? So why this had happened for the past couple weeks and you haven’t said anything to her?

👑 The though of it drove her crazy, but she knew how to mask it very well. She even asked you if you had found a new hobby, making it sound as if it was just a simple question, with the intention of having a conversation.

 👑 Eventually, she got tired of not knowing. She excused herself first from dinner, obtaining a confused look from you, but you didn’t say anything, thinking that maybe she had something important to take care of.

👑 She went to your shared room, grabbed a cloak large enough to cover her whole hair and simple enough as not to draw attention and went outside, waiting by the palace’s gates, hidden.

👑 Once you came out, she followed your quick steps. She looked around suspiciously as you started to go into poorly-lit streets, turning into the most strange corners.

👑 Then, after entering an alley, you stopped, catching her by surprise. She watched in awe as you knelt down and a bunch of cats came to you, meowing and jumping on your clothes. You grabbed the leftovers and offered them to the cats talking to them as if they were close friends.

👑 She couldn’t help but to chuckle at your actions, making you turn around in surprise, looking up at her. She approached you and knelt down close to you as you watched her with wide eyes and an open mouth.

👑 One of the cats sniffed her and rubber itself on her cloak. She picked it up, rubbing its head with her finger. “You should have told me dear. There’s no need to dirty your clothes coming to places like this, when we could bring them to the Palace. How about we make a special place just for them there?”

Julian:

♠️ As he was used to roaming the streets of Vesuvia, he knew about the stray cats that roamed the area. He also knew that they didn’t like them very much, but the reason was still a mystery to him.

♠️ You waited for him to finish up on the clinic one day when you heard meowing from the outside. You peeked out, seeing a few kittens play-fighting as a larger cat meowed back to them, as telling them to stop.

♠️ You chuckled and grabbed something you had separated to eat later and walked out of the clinic. The larger cat eyed you with suspicion as you walked closer to them. 

♠️ You lowered yourself and extended the snack with a smile. After a few hisses and a lot of sniffing, they gave in, taking the snack from you and eagerly munching on it.

♠️ You kept doing that for the days and only then Julian noticed your disappearance as you were supposed to wait for him on the clinic. As the last client left, he finished earlier and decided to see what you were up to.

♠️ Looking out the window, he saw you approaching the cats casually and he almost let out a screech. He rushed out the shop, running towards you “Y/N STOP IT! THEY’RE DANGERO-” He stopped mid-sentence as he saw the cats curled on your lap, playfully nibbling at your clothes.

♠️ He watched in awe as you played with them, the same cats who had bit his toes once. He stepped closer to you and the cats looked up. He let out a nervous chuckle and extended a daring hand, to pet them.

♠️ The larger cat looked between him and his hand a few times before moving its head, letting itself be pet. Julian laughed with excitement, sitting on the floor close to you.

♠️ After that day, both of you kindly escort the cats to the inside of the clinic, were they would be fed and Julian would sing bar songs to them as they tried to snatch his eye-patch. He would smile just by looking at you, seeing your angelic nature as you took in the cats. For him, you were perfect in every way.

Muriel:

🌿 It’s no surprise Muriel was found of animals. But he never associated with any from the city, but rather his chickens and Inanna, along other animals in the forest.

🌿 The first time you had found the cats, you had gone to visit Asra. You took a bit longer than Muriel expected and once you came back, Inanna circled you a few times, sniffing you with a curious look on her face, making Muriel suspicious.

🌿 That started to happen more and more often, and it was starting to get to Muriel. He even asked Asra why their visits were taking longer, but Asra looked at Muriel with confusion, saying you always left the shop at the same time, thirty minutes before sunset. So why were you so late?

🌿 He kept quiet for a while and became a bit more distant. He didn’t know how to deal with his confusion, his doubts and his feelings at that point, so he ended up trapping himself inside. Full of doubt and unable to say anything.

🌿 You noticed he grew a bit distance, even quieter than before, and he rarely smiled anymore. Then it hit you. You didn’t tell him about it....and now he probably though you were lying to him, seeing someone behind his back.

🌿 You canceled your next visit to Asra and prepared a full basket with snacks and fruits. Muriel silently watched you prepare everything, feeling down as he sat. Once you were done, you just stood at the door. One minute, then two, then five went by until Muriel turned to you, his face clearly confused.

🌿 You smiled at him and asked him to join you, doing the same to Inanna. They looked at each other but obeyed, getting up and following your lead as you walked through the forest entering the city.

🌿 They skeptically followed you as you walked through the streets, but seeing less and less people on them made Muriel feel more at ease. Once you reached the alley, the cats came out happily, but screeched and scurried away seeing Muriel and Inanna.

🌿 You tried to calm them down, which only partially worked. You placed one snack on Muriel’s hands and the other on Inanna’s mouth, gesturing for them to step forward. Both were as nervous as the cats, but got closer, offering the snacks. The cats slowly got closer, eyeing them curiously, but accepted their offerings.

🌿 Not even ten minutes later, the smaller cats played with Inanna as if she was one of them and the other climbed on Muriel’s clothes, meowing at him for attention.  He chuckled while looking at them, so small on his hands. He looked at Inanna and how she behaved with the kittens, then at you, with red cheeks. “I think...we should bring them back. Inanna likes them....as so do I”

🌿 He thought about all the times you would’ve taken care of those cats without anyone knowing, without showing off or demanding praise for what you did. It was an act of pure kindness, and that was one of the many reasons of why he loved you.

Portia:

🐈 You could never hide anything from Portia. Even if you tried, she could sniff you were doing something without her from miles away, and she was always right. You may not even look suspicious, but somehow, Portia always knows.

🐈 So when you find a few stray cats on your way to the shop, the first thing you do when you return to the cottage you both share after doing some work,  is to tell her what you found, the stray cats.

🐈 It would've been a really busy day for her, but once she heard your words, her eyes were filled with determination and she started to gather Pepi's cat food.

🐈 You fed and played with the cats for a good while, and when it was time to return, she couldn't bear the idea of leaving them there.  "Y/n, what if something happens! It would be our fault, cause we didn't take them home! I think my point is valid, so I'll take them either way" She would take all the cats on her arms, some of them tangled on her hair, and return to the cottage.

🐈  Pepi was a bit skeptical and hid behind the couch, seeing the other cats sniffing around. But it only took a few minutes before they were all meowing excitedly together and playing as old friends.

🐈 It warmed up her heart seeing you play with the cats, taking on the responsibility to nurture them, even though you didn’t have to. In her eyes, you were the kindest person she had ever met.

Lucio:

🐐 Imagine both of your's surprise when you entered the room and Mercedes and Melchior barked at you, backing you up against a wall, sniffing you aggressively only to back away slowly, but still eyeing you cautiously.

🐐 You looked down at yourself, noticing some cat fur on your clothes. You patted it and looked at Lucio, who had a confused expression on his face.

🐐 The incident passed, but Lucio kept his eye on you, to the point of following you one night through the streets of Vesuvia.

🐐 He wondered what kind of shady thing you were up to when he saw you enter dark streets over and over, and once your steps became slower and you turned into an alley, he saw you kneeling on the floor, small figures running towards you.

🐐 "Cats!? All of this for....stray cats? Really Y/n!?" He wasn't mad at you, he was mad over the fact he got his cloak dirty while following you, but it's not like you would know that.

🐐 He approached you and one of the smallest kittens wobbled towards him, looked up and let out a soft meow, nibbling the hem of his pants.

🐐 His eyes widened and he turned his face away, slightly flustered. He grabbed the kitten and held it on his arm, turning away from you. "I'm keeping this one, it's mine! You can bring the others back to the castle if you want to"

🐐 Of course, he ended up naming all the cats later on, pampering them, buying fancy cat accessories....even Mercedes and Melchior protected the cats, cuddling them at night to keep them safe and warm. To Lucio, you were an angel. Taking in those cats just made him see it more on you.

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

🎲 🍀 WHAT’S YOUR BET? 🍀 🎲

Prompt: Y/N is lucky enough to have her man Roman at home for a few days, but she sees her luck start to change once she has a video game to overshadow and only a pair of dice as her allies.

Word count: Girl, grab a snack..Longer than it should

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, adult content, smut, cursing, masturbation(male receiving), oral sex (female receiving), thigh riding, sex dice.

My Roman’s lovers: @ziasaph, @mindofasagittaruis

Notes: It’s Roman y’all, that’s all I’m gonna say on my defense! Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Ro, how long more are you gonna stay playing that damn thing?”

“Just give me 10 more minutes babe, if I drop it now, my team is gonna loose” He said with his eyes glued on the TV.

“You’ve said that 10 minutes ago!Every damn time is this bullshit. I swear to you that some day I’m gonna toss that thing on fire!”

“I love you too babygirl” He blowed me a kiss without taking his eyes off of the TV.

“Argh” I let out a frustrated groan and went up the stairs to our bedroom.

Roman was home, on one of his very rare days off, and instead of being together making up for the time he was on the road, he’s been glued on that fucking video game of his with his cousins!

Generally I don’t mind him playing that boring thing, sometimes I even encourage him to play because I know how much he likes it and it’s sort of relaxing activity for him. But damn! He’s been home for two days now and I didn’t get not even one bit of love since he got here! I’m frustrated, upset and horny which is a quite deadly combination for anyone, really.

Is it too much to ask for a day with the man that you love, who’s been on the road for 3 weeks straight, for some quality couple time ALONE? I miss my man! I miss being in his arms, I miss kissing him, I miss the make out sessions, I miss the sex (heavily), I just want some dick damn it! His dick, buried deep inside of me! Ok I over shared, but I’m an adult woman with needs and I want my boyfriend to fulfill those needs! Am I the only one who thinks I’m not asking for too much?! Usually I don’t mind taking care of business with my own hands, but he’s home now, and I don’t want the battery operated fake one if I have the real one right there, on the living room, playing video games!

As soon as I entered the bedroom, I saw a little pastel pink bag with a huge bright pink bow on the floor near the wardrobe.

*Oh Amber’s bachelorette party gift. I never got to look at what she gave us...I remember she said some of those things were old but gold..*

I sat on the bed and placed the little bag on it, I opened and started to dig into it, removing item by item.

There was penis shaped pasta “Maybe I should cook that for dinner” I laughed to myself.

Some edible panties “Damn it Amber, that’s so 80’s girl!” I chuckled.

A beautiful purple lingerie set

“Uh, those are nice! And looks expensive too” I looked at the tag and was shocked by not only the price (salty as fuck) but also to see that it’s the correct size “How on earth did she knew that?!”

Lumberjack porn, in DVD! “Yep, definitely stuck in the 80’s! Oh well, old but gold she said, she didn’t lied tho” I cackled

Strawberry and chocolate edible lube. I opened the cap, squirted some out and gave it a lick. I was actually surprised how good that actually tasted!

And last but not least the most old but gold items of all time: A Pair Of Sex Dice!

I took it out of the package and red the words. On one dice there were actions “Lick, Bite, Kiss..” and on the other one were body parts “Lips, Thigh, Neck..” on both dice however, there was a question mark, which indicated that the person could choose the action or body part.

As I hold the dice in my hand an idea roamed my head.. *Oh baby, since you like to play so much, let’s see what you will think of my little game...* I thought to myself as I made my way downstairs to the living room.

I could see that he, obviously, continued with his eyes glued on the damn TV. So I made my way towards the couch and stopped a few inches away from him.

“Roman?”

“Son of a bitch! You killed OUR guy Jay! He was on our team, you fucker!”

*Of course he didn’t listen to me* I thought

“Roman?” I almost yelled

“I’m sorry baby girl, I’m gonna wrap it up in 15 minutes, I promi- What the fuck? Pay attention man! He almost killed you!” He yelled on the headset’s microfone.

“Would you like to play a game with me?” I asked

“Sure thing baby, just let me finish this level ok?”

“But I wanted to play now..”

“Huh...Why don’t you go on and I’ll be right behind you in a second” He ferociously tapped the buttons of that cursed thing, without even once looking at me.

“Oh well since you don’t wanna play with me...I’ll find someone else to play with, I guess..” With that I threw the pair of dice at him and it landed on his face before hitting the coffee table.

“Fuck babe! Why did you do that for?” He looked down to see what I had thrown at him. “Dice? What is-“ he stopped once he saw the sayings on it and looked up with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, so I finally get you to look at me for the first time in those two days huh?” I said with a bitter tone. He chose to ignore me and asked.

“Was is this?”

“The game I wanted to play with you, but since you’re so focused on your own little game, I’ll go find someone else...who actually wants to play with me.”

I turned around and was walking towards the stairs when he said.

“Oh, I’ll be damned if you play this with someone other than me!”

I turned around just in time to see him desperately take off the headset, turn off the TV, the PlayStation and walk towards me with the dice in hand.

“So baby girl, where do you wanna play?”

“Here” I turned and made my way back to the large couch. He followed and sit down beside me.

“How you wanna do this babe?” He asked with a mischievous smirk

“We’ll take turns, each one will have 60 seconds to do the action, the first one to call for mercy loses”

“Ok, and what does the winner gets?”

“Whatever she”

“Or he” he smiled

“I wouldn’t bet that sweetheart! Whatever SHE wants”

“Are you really that certain you’re going to win kitten?”

“Absolutely!” I proudly smiled

“We’ll see about that baby girl..”

“Who should start?”

“Please baby, ladies first!”

“What a gentleman huh?!” I scoffed

Before I could throw the dice, he leaned forward and said with a deep, low voice.

“Just remember baby girl, all’s fair in love and war” he then proceeded to maliciously wink at me. And he knew the effect that had on me, the fucker was going to play dirty! Well, bring it on then!

“Oh you’re so gonna regret that Reigns!” He just lightly chuckled at me as a response.

I threw the dice on the coffee table and looked at the results.

“Kiss, Lips. Ok that’s a soft start” I said as I made my way closer to him. I kneeled on the couch, in front of him, set the timer for 60 seconds and pressed play to start the countdown. I threw my arms around his neck and gave light pecks on his lips to tease him, when his arms locked around my waist and pulled me closer to his chest I deepened the kiss, he opened his mouth so my tongue could pass through, which it happily did. He groaned into the kiss and tried to move me closer so I could straddle his hips...buzz buzz.

The timer went off and I reluctantly pulled away, returning to my previous place on the couch. When I looked at Roman he had a famished look on his face.

“Your turn Reigns”

He took the dice and toss it on the table without breaking our gaze. Once the dice fell into the table he took a peek at it and smiled amused with what he got.

“Bite, Neck. Oh baby girl, this is going to be interesting..”

*Fuck! You have got to be kidding me! As if I wasn’t sexually frustrated enough!* I thought. If there was one thing that could turn me on in mere seconds was anything neck related. Specially if Roman was the one doing it!

“Come here baby” He patted his lap

I straddle his hips, sitting on his hardening bulge. He pulled my hair to the opposite side of my neck and hold it there to keep it in place.

“Start the countdown kitten”

I pressed start and he leaned forward towards my neck. He started by lightly biting at the base of my neck and made his way torturously slow up. Once I felt his beard scratch my neck I couldn’t help but moan softly. I could feel him smile against my skin, then his biting became slightly rougher, his beard scratching harder, and successfully wetting my panties. When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore of that teasing the timer went off and he lightly pushed me out of his (now very hard) bulge.

“Are you ok baby girl? You look a little flushed over there” He chuckled

“Shut up Reigns! Two can play that game, you know that right?” I said slightly annoyed

“Oh feisty” He mocked me “Give me your best shot kitten!”

I rolled the dice.

“Uh! It looks like I’m in luck.” The dice stopped at ‘Thigh’ and a ‘question mark’.

“Let’s see what you’ve got baby” He lazily smiled

I made my way to his thigh and thought of how I could give myself some temporary relief, when an idea crossed my mind.

I sat down on his thigh, in a riding position, and pressed start on the timer. I begin to ride his thigh first at a slow pace that firmly started to increase it. The friction between his thick jean clad thigh and the thin material of my shorts and lace panties created was perfect.

I looked into his eyes and could see how he was trying to hold himself from griping my hips. I could see his jaw was clenched and he was harder than ever as his erection pressed agonizingly against the zipper of his pants. My breathing became shallowed and I managed to get at least some relief before the timer went off.

I returned to my original place on the couch looked into his eyes and asked

“Want some mercy Reigns?” I cackled

He just stared at me before saying in a frustrated voice

“You know that was a low play you just did, right?”

“What? You were the one who started this with the neck teasing. I just went with the flow, you said yourself all’s fair in love and war, I’m just following your lead.”

He tossed the dice quite furiously at the table, once he saw the outcome he couldn’t help but evilly grin at me.

“Lick, question mark. What word do you think I should put on that question mark, huh baby girl?”

“Roman, don’t you dare!”

He crawled towards me like a predator to it’s prey.

“Pull your shorts down baby” He whispered

“Roman, you’re playing dirty right now”

He reached me and whispered in a low voice.

“Take off your shorts now or I’ll have no problem in ripping them off ya.”

I lowered my shorts to my ankles, Roman then took it on his hand and toss it behind his shoulder. He grabbed my thighs and opened them so he could place himself between it, once he did, he pulled my soaked panties to the side looked up to meet my gaze before saying

“Start the countdown kitten”

I pressed start on the timer at the same time he buried his face between my thighs.

He licked non stop from my entrance to my clit, once he was satisfied with that he begin a sweet torture of licking, sucking and biting my clit, until he had me a moaning mess.

Just when I was close to my release, the timer went off.

Roman groans in frustration and reluctantly get up. He goes back to his place looks at me and say

“Mercy?”

“You wish Reigns” I rolled the dice, and saw a quite fun combination

“Touch, question mark... Oh isn’t revenge a bitch, Reigns?” I laughed

“You know that if you touch my dick I’m gonna cum in less than 60 seconds, right?”

“Well, you can hold it”

“Oh no baby I cannot! I’m so rock hard ever since you rode my thigh, and as if I wasn’t turned on already, eating you out made it even worst! I’m about to explode at any minute now! So just know that, if you touch my dick, the way you always do, I’m 100% gonna cum.”

I reached him and once again straddle his thigh, I leaned to his ear and whispered

“Start the timer big dog”

“You really gonna do this, huh?” He asked breathless

“I’ll take a lucky shot babe”

He pressed start on the timer. I pulled his zipper down and opened the button of his jeans, I reached my hand inside his boxers grabbed his delicious hard on and pulled free.

The head of his cock had a thick bead of precum and I used as lube to slowly stroke his dick. I needed him to be more slippery to stroke as I wanted to, so without thinking twice I let go of his boner and with that hand I touched my pussy to collect some of my own wetness, so I could stoke him the way he like it. Once he saw what I just did Roman groaned loud.

I removed my hand from my panties, and grabbed his cock again stroking at a slow pace but with a tight grip. The mixture of both of our wetness made it perfectly lubed up to give him a pleasurable handjob.

The timer went off and I was about to remove my hand when he barked at me

“Don’t you fucking dare to remove your hand!”

“But the time is up” I batted my lashes innocently

“I don’t give a fuck about the timer or this stupid game! I call for mercy”

My eyes widened in shock, Roman was always so incredibly competitive, he hated to lose, even at the most stupid things. So him just giving up was a sign that the man was crazily turned on.

“Really?”

“Really kitten! I don’t give a fuck if this means that you’re wining, the only thing that I want right now, is to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock”

I was already so turned on from those 3 weeks build up, that I just got up from the couch to remove my panties, straddle his hips and positioned his cock at my entrance.

Roman pushed himself in quite forcefully and gave me no time to adjust to him.

He pounded merciless against me and we both filled the living room with loud raw moans.

I placed my arms around his neck and he locked my waist with his arms in a ferocious grip as we roughly kissed.

Our pleasure was so strong that I came with an almost scream and him with an inhuman growl.

As we tried to catch our breaths, he stroked from my ass cheeks to my thighs and I nuzzled against his neck, before looking up and say

“Isn’t my game way more fun than yours?”

“No doubt baby girl! I could never disagree on that!” He chuckled

“Does that mean that I can stop to dispute you with your cousins and that damn video game every time you come home?” I made a poorly job at hiding how hurt I was, so of course he noticed

“Oh kitten, I’m sorry! It was never my intention to make you feel like you have to dispute me with anything or anyone. I was so caught up on the simple pleasure of having some time off that I didn’t realize I was neglecting you baby. I love you, and you’re the most important thing in my life! I’m sorry to make you feel that way baby girl, I promise you that from now one you’ll never see me playing games when I’m home ok?”

“I don’t want you to stop playing your video games, I know how much you like it, it’s just...I don’t wanna feel like you’re eagerly coming home just to play video games all day long.. I wanted you to eagerly come home so we could be together, than after that to play your video game.”

“And that’s exactly how I feel baby! I just did a very poor job at showing to you, but”

He got up from the couch, with me still attached to his hip.

“Don’t you worry kitten, I’m about to show you just how much you mean to me”

He then made his way upstairs to our bedroom, tossed me onto the bed and said.

“Spread your legs baby girl” As he leaned his head down...

Oh boy, I could’ve never been happier to bet all my cards on those dice.

[ichorizaki]

heather, meet heather—n.h., d.o.

pairing     nakahara chūya x reader x dazai osamu

genre     pure angst

word count     2.2k

warnings     slight blood mention, very brief; unrequited love; love triangle; pining

a/n    my first bsd piece and it’s angst! i love that for me

synopsis     you’re watching the man that you fell in love with fall for another person, but you can’t bring yourself to hate her. chūya watches after you as you pine for an unnamed man, falling for you in the process, but could never quite bring himself to hate the man.

Some people would say that falling in love with somebody was the most blissful thing that could ever happen to you. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach, fluttering and dancing whenever the person you fancy says something that makes your heart skip a beat. You could feel the way your body reacts in order to be in tandem with them, like a waltz of two souls in a garden of fairy tales. You could feel the experience of you falling head over heels with someone in the way you keep wondering how their day was, how they smile, how their eyes light up when talking about something that they adore.

You agreed with all of that. You did feel the butterflies, your body being weird, and you catching yourself wondering if Dazai Osamu wondered about you. You were head over heels for the man who was supposed to be someone terribly feared by the Port Mafia and highly respected by the Armed Detective Agency. You were just someone who happened to be friends with Osamu himself long before his days as a member of the mafia. You never even realised that you’d fallen in love with him until the day he told you that he was in love with a woman whose name you never recognised.

Did it hurt? Of course it did. Watching the person that you fell in love with fall in love with someone else was a curse that you’d never cast even upon the worst of your enemies. You helped him with a heavy heart in executing his plan of getting to know her and eventually take her out on a date. She was just an intern in the agency, helping with the ad hoc duties and she had an abundance of opportunities to be closer to him compared to you. You were just a college graduate with a master’s working full-time as a barista in a café somewhere in the heart of Yokohama trying to make ends meet. It hurt like hell to just be the person that he seeks advice from.

Every time he talked to you, the mirth and ecstasy that swam in the deep ochre pools of his eyes made you wish that he was talking about you like that. Every time he’d begged for you and Atsushi to follow him on their dates made you throw up a little bit in your mouth. You were heartbroken. You knew that Atsushi was looking at you in pity everytime you were both dragged along. You didn’t care. Maybe if you closed your eyes and wished hard enough, the girl would disappear and you’d replace her, his strong arm wrapped around your shoulder underneath the cool November weather.

You were staring into space as you dried the glassware, the store dark with remnants of the staff clearing the trash and cleaning up the café. You didn’t quite pay attention to what you were doing, the chore but a muscle memory while you were distracted with the plaguing thoughts that intruded your mind.

The woman came into the café earlier that day. Even in the midst of the rush hour, even when her order was messed up a little bit, she was patient and kind. She wasn’t everything you wished you were, but she occupied the space in Osamu’s heart and mind. You just wanted to be that person.

Your fingers slipped when grabbing a freshly cleaned cup, the glassware tumbling from your hand and breaking into pieces upon landing in the sink. Thank god you were facing the sink and it didn’t fall on the ground. It would be such a bitch to clean up.

Your coworkers asked if you were okay and if you needed help, for you were bleeding. Wait, bleeding? In a daze, you look down to your hand and sure enough there was a cut. You were pretty sure that it was the universe telling you to move on but it was not as easy as you thought it would be.

How pathetic were you, pining after a man who saw you as nothing more but a good friend? A man who wouldn’t see you as someone he’d want to spend the rest of his life with romantically?

But you’d be the devil incarnate if you ever wished that upon her. She’s . . . perfect. As terrible as it was, you hoped for her to be a bitch beneath those layers of expensive clothes. You hoped for her to be some form of possessive asshole, but she wasn’t. She’s kind, she’s patient, she’s generous, she’s encouraging, and you couldn’t sense any form of malintent from her. Neither could Atsushi. Neither could Kunikida. Neither could Naomi. Nobody could, and that’s what had made you cry yourself to sleep for countless nights.

Then came Nakahara Chūya like an angel sent from the worst part of heaven. He came into the café on one rainy day, his dark coat dripping with the tears of the sky. It made a wet, slippery trail of droplets as he made his way across the empty café before planting himself in a seat before peeling the heavy article off of his body. You would be lying if you didn’t think he was handsome. You took the initiative to summon the mop to wipe up the mess caused by the rain.

He sheepishly apologised, asking if you had somewhere he could dry off his coat. That was the first time that your eyes had met. His were the piercing grey of hardened steel, flecks of emerald splattered around the ring of his irises, and they were the most stunning pair of eyes you’d ever seen. His eyes were a huge contrast to his appearance and his personality as a whole—cold, calm, collected—but it was nothing you ever minded. For some reason, they were just as inviting as the warm whiskey gold of Osamu’s.

Of course you said yes. There was a dryer you could toss his coat in and you could brew him a warm drink for his stay. His dampened vermillion hair fell in tight waves over his face, framing his features beautifully; a stark contrast against the pale white of his skin.

“What drink would you like? You should have something warm while waiting for the rain to stop,” you offered. He kept a watchful eye on you, admiring the way you were already retrieving a small laminated piece of paper that he assumed was the menu.

“What would you recommend? I’ve never been in this part of town.”

You hummed, deep in thought. You rested your forearms against the cool wooden countertop, eyes narrowing just the slightest as you drank in his appearance. It was just a ruse for you to fully admire how attractive he is. The way that he curiously watched you never went unnoticed, his adam’s apple bobbing ever so slightly as he placed the menu down on the countertop.

“You seem like a matcha hojicha latte kinda guy,” you declared with a decisive nod. His eyebrows lifted in amusement. “That’ll be five bucks, good sir.” You cheekily grinned at him, moving to the counter on your left. He mirrored your grin. Did he think you were going to offer him a drink on the house?

Upon making his drink, you made yourself a warm drink to combat the cold interior of the café. You took a seat next to him on the other side of the counter. Seeing how there weren’t any other customers going in or out, you grasped the opportunity to get to know about him, as he did you. He introduced himself, and then talked about his day. You noticed the little quirks that he had—how his eyebrow twitches when he’s annoyed, how he laughs obnoxiously loud and slaps his knee when something tickles him funny, how he falls quiet when it was your turn to talk and how equally observant he was to your needs.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t disappointed that the rain stopped and his coat was perfectly dry and warm. He must have noticed that your mood had dampened just the slightest despite the clearing sky and warmth flooding through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the café. Chūya, ever so chivalrous, suggested to exchange contacts to keep in touch. Who were you to disagree?

After that fateful day, Chūya had taken a liking to you. There was just something about you that kept drawing him back every time. Even when he wasn’t in the area, any time he could drop by, he would. He would always order the same thing—matcha hojicha latte and a slice of matcha azuki cake—unless you’d suggest he try something new in the menu or another cake from the selection that they had.

He couldn’t get enough of you. He was always asking you about your day, if you had any plans, what show you were currently binging, and he’d always let you rant to him about even the most menial of things. There was one time, he remembers, that you ranted to him about how you saw a stray kitten so sweet and playful that it broke your heart to leave it in the streets after feeding it and playing with it for a solid hour after your shift had ended at work. It got to the point where you were full-on bawling. You were calling him, upset, a week later, saying that the kitten that you’d named Jiji, was no longer in the back alley of the store as he used to be.

“Chūya! I can’t find Jiji!” That was the first thing that you said when he picked up the call. He was back at his sleeping quarters, phone wedged in between his ear and shoulder while he undid the buttons of his vest with one hand. His eyebrows furrowed.

“Jiji?” He echoed, shrugging off the vest. He heard a sound of confirmation from you. Chūya sat down on his bed, grabbing his phone to hold it carefully against his ear so he could solely focus on you.

“The cat living in the back alley of the café,” you elaborated breathlessly. Oh. “He’s not here. What if someone took him?” You sighed heavily and he could hear you planting yourself down on the cobblestone floor. Traffic could be heard farther away from your side of the call, but it was nothing he minded because it made sure that you were in a public place and you were somewhat safe.

“If someone took him, that would be a good thing, wouldn’t it?” He tried to reason, the image of the calico—cleaned, vaccinated, sterilised, and happily roaming the halls of the building—appearing in his mind. Yep, he was the culprit. “That means that someone’s caring for him. He’s got a bed to sleep in and he’s not wondering when his next meal will be, right?”

He could practically hear you deflate at his words, the corners of his lips tugging upwards into an amused smirk. He had always found it adorable how you whined a little whenever he was right. Another heavy sigh came from your end, unsatisfied that it wasn’t you who brought him home, but you couldn’t exactly do so anyway. On top of rent and your own basic needs, you had no room to home a cat.

“Have you had dinner?” His dark silver-coated eyes flicker to the digital clock on his nightstand. It was a little past seven in the evening, right when your full shift had ended as it should. The loud growl from your stomach on the other end was enough of an answer, eliciting a soft chuckle from him. “Okay, stay there. Let’s have dinner together. That sound good?”

“Yeah. Thank you, Chūya.” He’s always loved the way that his name rolled off of your tongue, like it was an age-old remedy that breathes life and wonder.

“I’ll see you in a bit, angel.”

When he picked you up, you looked like a kicked puppy sitting by the entrance of your café. That night, he took you out for dinner and he learned a little bit more about you. As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, he felt his heart squeeze in disappointment when he’d found out that you were hung up over somebody else.

The thing was, he couldn’t even be mad at the person. He didn’t know who he was, nor could he give two fucks, but he wanted to be mad at the person for breaking your heart like that. Yet from the way you described him, he was just the average joe who didn’t dare to hurt a fly.

You talked about him like he was the light of your life; like he had handpicked the stars in the night sky and had carefully placed them, mapping out the ageless constellations that stared back at you every night. You talked about him like he was the sole reason for your happiness and the main cause of your despair.

Did it hurt? Fuck yeah, it did. He’s watching the person he’s in love with fall apart because of the person they’re in love with. But what else could he do but be by your side? What else could he do but help you move on from this mysterious man while he keeps his feelings for you locked away in the deepest depths of his heart, never to be touched? Chūya knew he couldn’t make you as happy as the other man could. The least that he could do was try. Even when the world tears itself apart, he’d do anything to make sure you were safe and sound. Because that’s what friends were for, after all.

[izabellq]

Costumes -> Tamaki Amajiki

summary: you accidentally match costumes with tamaki. prepare yourself for a whole day of endless shenanigans.

contains: MAJOR FLUFF, language if you squint (ik canonically, mirio is in 3-B, but for the sake of this plot, the big three are all in 3-A) also, i tried to make this gender-neutral, so if there’s any specified pronouns, let me know and i’ll fix it ASAP!

THIS IS MY HALLOWEEN SPECIAL! (im very much aware i posted this a day late oop)

UA had decided to hold a special event where students could wear their Halloween costume to school. You weren’t planning anything special or unique, just something to get the job done. So, you decided to dress like a cute puppy. It was only a simple onesie: topped with cute floppy dog ears on your hood, and a tail that attached from the bottom. You weren’t expecting to get a lot of attention, which was perfectly fine with you because you were never the type to seek the stage. You topped off the simple look with a black spot on your nose and one around your eye. And just like, you were good to go.

When you walked into school, you couldn’t help but feel a tad bit insecure. It seemed like everyone had decked out for this special occasion. You passed by some anime cosplay, food costumes, group oriented costumes — everything you could possibly think of. And as you made your way to your class, you wondered what Tamaki would be wearing.

You couldn’t help yourself. It was undeniably true that you had a rather large crush on him. Everything about him was enticing. He was so shy that it was usually you who initiated conversation, but that wasn’t enough to make you falter. You understood he wasn’t the most socially active person around. To be frank, it was rather comforting to know that not everyone at UA was a egotistical narcissist.

Finding your assigned seat, you scanned the class. Some of your peers also took the simple route which put some of your thoughts at ease. Others, the more competitive students, were quite impressive themselves.

You turn towards the doorway when Mirio’s booming voice gathers the room’s attention. He was wearing a... whoopie cushion? Oh dear lord. Mirio was a stickler for humor, so of course, he’d wear practically anything that could rise a laugh out of someone. Only, his jokes kind of sucked and no doubt would the class of 3-A be subject to awful fart jokes for the rest of the day. You weren’t so worried about that as you were worried about the two other students usually attached to his hip. One of them being Tamaki Amajiki.

The next one to stop into class was Nejire Hado who was absolutely breathtaking. Her costume, which was nothing more than a fairy, seemed to capture her true personality perfectly. Although, an angel would also be very accurate in her case. She turned towards the entrance way and stuck her head out into the hallway, “Tamaki! Don’t be shy! You look so cute!”

Your heart began to beat just a little bit faster.

“Mirio! Come help me out with him,” Nejire stomped into the hallway, the fluttering of her makeshift wings dissappeared, only to be followed by a laughing Mirio.

When they returned, their hands were clasped over Tamaki’s wrists, forbidding him from turning around and sulking out in the hallway. When you saw him, you’re taken aback. The smallest of gasps erupt from your lips when you notice his costume choice. A onesie, similar to yours, but instead of the dog ears; replaced with cat ones, and a longer tail attached to the back. He had the same minimal face paint (lined whiskers and a nose) as you did, curtesy of Nejire.

When he looked up, his cheeks were flamed with embarrassment. He found your gaze, and if it were possible, he became even more sheepish. You weren’t any different. The thought of having a matching costume with Tamaki, despite not having any prior arrangements, made you equally embarrassed. Now, all you wondered was, did he notice?

Well, if he didn’t before, he sure did now when Nejire spoke up, “Hey Y/N! Oh my– are you a puppy? How cute! Wait! You’re matching with Tamaki! Now you two look like an adorable couple!”

Her excitement, plus her lack of censorship, made the class laugh— everyone’s attention on you and Tamaki. “Nejire...” Tamaki muttered. He stared at the floor, wishing it’d just swallow him whole.

“You guys should take a picture together,” Mirio suggested, walking over to where you sat and giving you a hand. You hesitantly took it, positive that you looked about ready to vomit or pass out. Maybe both. In that order.

Dragged to stand next to Tamaki, you spare him a single glance. He has his left hand up to his face, doing a shoty job at covering his red cheeks. To you, he seemed... more embarrassed than usual? Perhaps he just didn’t wanted to match costumes with you. It saddened you, but it wasn’t like you could do anything about it now.

Nejire laughed, “Say cheese!”

Tamaki mumbled something that you could only assume was in response to Nejire. In a small pickle of confidence, you grabbed his hand and entangled your fingers with his just before the camera went off.

“Cheese!”

That was first period.

When lunch rolled around, Tamaki had face planted himself on the table.

Nejire and Mirio sent each other a knowing look before moving to console him.

“I don’t understand why you’re not happy, Tamaki! You’re matching costumes with them, you got a picture with them, and they also held your hand!” Nejire listed off the things that happened before the bell rang, signaling the start of first period.

“I am happy...” Tamaki muttered, lifting himself up from the table, “But they probably hate me now.”

“I wouldn’t say that!” Mirio added, “Haven’t I told you that they most definitely have a crush on you?”

“No offense Mirio... but I’m not too keen on taking advice from a literal walking whoopie cushion.” Tamaki propped his arm on the table, before leaning his head into the palm of his hand. The same one you had so eagerly held. He wished to repeat the notion a million more times. Only now, he was afraid he had messed up his one and only opportunity.

Mirio gasped, “I’ll have you know that I got many compliments today!”

Nejire giggled before turning back to Tamaki. “Why don’t we just call them over here?”

“I- um, no... I’d rather not do that,” Tamaki rushed out. He wasn’t sure if he could handle another awkward occurrence with you. You’d surely find him weird.

“Where are they anyways?” Mirio asked, not before sinking his teeth on the apple provided on his lunch tray.

“Oh I see them!” Nejire not-so-subtly pointed at you. Tamaki couldn’t help himself as he turned to look in your direction.

You were laughing at something someone had said before adding your own little quip. You were so cute, he thought. Nejire was the one who suggested he wear a cat-themed costume due to the running joke that he was a ‘cute little kitten’. He was prepared to arrive in his normal uniform but Nejire’s persistence was unwavering. And if he knew what you’d be wearing— would he have accepted the costume more easily? You deserved better than him, he knew, but a small part of him fantasized about the ways you’d love him in a way no one else had before.

“Earth to Tamaki,” Nejire sang, snapping him out of his thoughts. “They’re coming over here, straighten up!”

“Hey Y/N, care to sit?” Mirio asked.

Tamaki’s looking down by the time you got there, so he barely registers it when you sit beside him. Your shoulder rubs against his in brief contact and it makes him shudder. He hopes you didn’t notice.

“What’s up guys?” You brought over a juice box from your other table, sipping on the straw of your drink rather intently.

“Tell Tamaki that my costume is funny!” Mirio piped up, distracted from the match-making he was SUPPOSED to be doing.

You nervously giggled, “Well... your costume is certainly an attention-grabber!”

Mirio seemed pleased with that answer, not having considered the fact that you dodged the question the best way you knew how. Tamaki stared at you, adoration etched into his irises. He didn’t realize he had left out a soft laugh until you were staring at him.

He choked up, “Uh- sorry... I didn’t mean to laugh.”

You smiled, a picture definition of the word perfect. Everything about you, he loved. He just loved you in general. “You don’t need to apologize Tamaki! Your laugh is very cute!”

You pinched his cheek before continuing your previous conversation with Mirio and Nejire. Did you even realize what you were doing to him? He hid his face in his arms and rested on the lunch table. Tamaki knew his face was probably several shades of red and pink. He was only wondering how long it would take before you’d actually kill him with your presence.

And that concluded lunch.

The last period of the day came and went uneventfully. And soon enough, class 3A had returned to the dorms, agreeing to remain in their respective costumes until the clock striked midnight. Some students had decided to spend the night on a scary movie binge, while others payed no mind to the event by studying and finishing thier cumulated late assignments.

You on the other hand we’re stuck in the kitchen, preparing some coffee to get you through the night. Mirio and Nejire had wanted to pull an all-nighter as well, which meant you had to figure out a way to not fall alseep before midnight hit. You already had a messed up sleep schedule as it was, so one more added incentive should make the whole evening smooth sailing.

“Y-Y/N?”

You turn towards the kitchen doorway where Tamaki stood, a bit shellshocked from your presence. Still in that cat onesie, you could see his whiskers had become a bit smudged.

You smiled at him, an ache wrapped around your chest became noticeably present to you. “Amajiki! Shouldn’t you be up in Mirio’s room with Nejire? I’ll be up there in a second, I just gotta finish this.”

“Ah, well,” Tamaki moved into the kitchen, fidgeting with his fingers as he talked. “You were taking a while, so they sent me to check up on you. I’m glad you’re o-okay though.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, turning back to the light stirring of the coffee machine. Your fingers uncoordinatedly tapped the kitchen’s counter, a melodic beat strung to match your voice. Tamaki watched with amusement— nothing like the sight of you in your element could make him any happier.

Actually, there was one thing that would be slightly better.

Slowly, he approached you until he had occupied the space beside you. You noticed him almost immediately, but had pretended to take more interest in your coffee than him. Your heart rate picked up, leaving you to mentally curse your inability to remain calm.

“I have a question,” His voice was hushed, a bit unsure of itself. You turned to look at him but his vision remained on the counter.

“What’s up?” When the coffee machine stilled, you pulled your mug out and carefully placed it in front of you. The smell of the roasted beans infiltrated your nostrils and you couldn’t get enough of it.

“Do you- I mean... I think I’m... no that’s not right. I think it’d better if I just show you...” He bit the inside of his lip, whilst finally mustering the courage to look at you. You’re eyes were widened with curiosity, the reflection of the night settling in your skin.

He moves slightly closer, and when you don’t move away, he softly places his hand on your cheek, angling your face so your centimeters away from each other. Tamaki tries to speak, but he honestly didn’t even think he’d get this far. He’s left utterly speechless. Perhaps if Fatgum were here, he’d supply him with the confidence he needed to pull this off. His anxiety-prone thoughts began to take initiative and he starts to pull away, believing to have bit off more than he could chew. He really did believe you deserved better than him.

But your still there. You’ve always been there. In more ways than one. You grip the front of his onesie and pull him back to his previous spot. His hand recupped your face, and you take this opportunity of surprise to place your lips on his. Nothing more than a second long, only the brush of your lips before the tingling sensation had dissappeared all together.

It wasn’t enough. For either of you. You can’t remember who surged forward first, but it couldn’t have mattered less. The only thing that was being even remotely processed was the heat of your frenzied kisses. Tamaki poured all of his emotions into that moment; from the way he felt when seeing you in your puppy onesie to the butterflies that clouded his mind whenever he thought of you.

You were the first to pull back out of breath. You don’t care that your makeup is beyond repair, or that his is either. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you muttered six words into the smooth crevice of his skin, completely forgetting about the coffee you were prepping for yourself. “I love you, I always have.”

Tamaki smiled, though the nervousness hadn’t completely disappeared. “I love you too.” He admitted, feeling his heart flutter at the mutual affection. It wasn’t one-sided after all, not one bit.

Maybe he ought to take more advice from his friend the whoopie cushion.

Then again, maybe not.

“There waiting for us you know,” Your voice was a bit muffled, having been the after-effect of hiding your face in his neck. He understood you perfectly nonetheless.

“They can wait a little longer,” His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you impossibly closer.

“Kiss me again,” You pleaded.

And so, he did just that.

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Hewwo! How r u doing??🧐 I would like to ask for a little something where the reader is easily distracted and goes off the path (chasing a butterfly, seeing a dog, etc...) and the boy doesn’t notice until later. 🥰🥺 The bois: Todoroki, Kirishima, and Shinso (BNHA/MHA) ✨✨

Aww I love this! This is so cute! I will try my best for you 🥺

Todoroki

It’s Friday evening and you are on your way home from UA because you wanted to go home for the weekend and Todoroki decides to go with you being the protective boyfriend he is.

It’s spring and the cherry blossoms have just bloomed. The path you’re walking is lined with cherry blossom trees. You stop to take in the soft pink petals, but Shouto doesn’t notice until he reaches the end of the path and sees that you’re not next to him.

He freaks out thinking someone might’ve taken you when he wasn’t watching or maybe you just went off to a convenience store or something. He decided to walk back up the path, asking any and everyone if they had seen you, showing them pictures of you, saying how tall you are, etc.

He finally makes it to where you were, hair sticking to his forehead since he basically ran the whole time.

You were standing under the trees, slowly spinning as the petals fell into your hands. You felt like you were in your own little world, like you were a fairy and you could stay in this moment forever.

You hadn’t noticed him standing there yet, but he was watching as you twirled beneath the flower petals, falling like snow around you. He took out his phone and started recording you and snapped a few pictures. You looked so beautiful to him in this moment and he wanted to capture if forever. The way the sun shone on your skin and your warm smile melted him and he realized just how much he loves you in that moment.

When you finally notice him standing there, you feel your cheeks heat up and you know instantly that you’re blushing.

He makes his way over to you and grabs your hand in his. He looks at them and smiles for a moment. He pulls you close to his chest and kisses you on your forehead.

“I love you...y/n”

You look up at him surprised because his words caught you off guard, but hearing them made you happy, so the as quick as the shock hit is as quick as it left and you just smiled from ear to ear.

You hug him and nuzzle your face into his chest.

“I love you too, Shouto”

You both walk up the path, this time he’s hold your hand and make your way to your house where dinner is already waiting.

Kirishima

It’s summer vacation and your family has decided to go to the beach house that has been in your family for decades. They tell you to invite Kirishima along and whoever else you wanted to come along since there was enough room. It was a private beach, so you basically had it to yourselves whenever your family did go there for whatever reason, whether it be a small gathering or just wanting to get away from the city for a little bit.

When you reach, everyone unpacks and you decide to head down to the beach with Mina, Yaoyorozu and Uraraka. Denki, Kirishima, Bakugou, Sero and Deku all meet you on the beach a little afterwards. You all swim for a while and play games, until your dad decides to barbecue. Once everything is taken off the grill, you all eat together. Your mom bought fireworks and sparklers for you all to end the night with and celebrate your first day on the beach.

After all the festivities are over, you all head inside to rest for the night, but you and your friends decided to have a mini sleep over in the living room and watch movies. You cuddled with Kirishima on the couch while the rest of your friends took the floor. You all end up falling asleep in the middle of the second movie that was put on. You wake up around 3:30 to the tv still being on. You get up to turn it off then realize you can’t fall back asleep. You decide to go out and take a walk along the beach to calm yourself to the sound of the waves. You notice that the waves are glowing due to the bioluminescent krill in the water and you become so entranced that you take a seat on the rocks to watch the beautiful sight before you.

Kiri wakes up an hour later and pops up when he realizes you’re not next to him anymore. He carefully gets up, so that he doesn’t hurt any of the sleeping people on the floor and makes his was upstairs to see if you decided to go up to your room. The thought made him sad, but he could understand if your bed was more comfortable than the couch. He opened the door quietly, as to not wake your parents and saw that your bed was untouched. He decided to make his way to the balcony on the second floor to think about where you could’ve gone. Something told him to use the telescope that was on the balcony and he searched for you along the beach. He finally saw that you were on the far end by the rocks, sitting on them. He made his way back down the stairs, again quietly, and made his way along the beach to get to you. He took a blanket with him, just in case you would be cold.

“Hey pebble,” he says with a soft smile, startling you a bit

“Hey,” you say with a soft smile back

“I’m sorry I scared you,” he says with laughter in his voice,“but you can just consider it a little bit of pay back since I woke up and you weren’t there.” He finished, taking a seat next to you.

“Sorry about that,” you say blushing

“Why are you sitting here anyways?” He asked curious

“Well, I can show you better than I can tell you,” you say picking up a flat rock, then skimming it across the water to reveal the plankton

“Woah, that’s so cool, pebble. I see why you stayed here so long,” he says smiling his big smile

“How long have I been out here,” you ask, kinda freaking out

“Little over an hour,” he says smiling

“We should probably head back before my parents wake up,” you say about to get up

“Wait,” he says stopping you,“five more minutes, then we can go back.”

You nod and he takes a seat next you and wrapping the blanket around both of your shoulders.

After the five extra minutes, you both head back to the beach house, cuddle on the couch and go back to sleep.

Shinso

Shinso and you are out for a picnic date that you had planned for a while. The weather is warm and sunny, not a cloud in the sky. You make it to forest/site you wanted to have the picnic and it’s even more perfect than you imagined. There’s the perfect canopy to sunlight ratio and you’re not too far from the river, causing there to be a comfortable coolness in the air. You set down the blanket and Shinso put some rocks on the corners, so that it wouldn’t lift up in the wind blew. You both start unpacking the basket and you realize you forgot the drinks in the car. You offer to run and go get it, but he protests.

“I’ll get it, kitten. You stay here, I’ll be right back,” he says leaving you there by yourself.

A couple of minutes pass and you start to hear rustling in the bushes. You were definitely a little frightened, but waited to see if anything would come out before you just to any conclusions or scared yourself by jumping to said conclusions.

Just then a bunny comes out and it’s limping. You slowly crawl over to it, as to not scare it.

“It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you cutie. I just wanna help.”

You continue to slowly crawl toward it, extending your hand so that it can get used to your scent. Once it finally puts its guard down, your able to pick it up. You figured it’s borough couldn’t be too far from where you were since it came this way. You decide to walk off, eyeing the ground for any holes.

When Shinso finally returns to your picnic area, he sees that you’re not there. He decides to call for you, but receives nothing. He decides to take the path you took, not knowing that it’s the way you went, but something inside him told him to go that way.

After a few minutes of walking, he decides to try calling for you again. The first time he receives nothing, causing worry to start building. He walks up some more and tries again.

“Y/N!!”

“Over here!”

He walkruns over to the direction he heard your voice come from.

“Shh,” you say, so that he wouldn’t startle the rabbit in your arms. He makes his way over to you slower. You tell him what happened and he helps you find the bunny’s home.

You finally find the borough at the bottom of a tree. You decide it might be best to back away and let the bunny hop in on its own. You crouch down and Shinso follows. You set the bunny on the ground and it’s hesitant to head home.

“Go ahead, it’s okay,” you say encouraging it

The bunny takes a couple hops before fully going for it and going home. You decide to capture this moment by snapping a couple of pictures. While you’re busy doing that, Shinso just admires you and smiles.

“Ready,” you say smiling and catching him off guard

“Y-yeah, lets go,” he says blushing

You both make it back to your picnic and enjoy the food and snacks that were packed.

All of a sudden it starts to rain. You both hurriedly pack everything and try to find shelter somewhere.

You come across a shed and decide to knock in the door. An older woman opens the door.

“Hello ma’am, is it okay if we stay here. It’s just started raining out of nowhere and we don’t have an umbrella,” you say nicely and slightly apologetic

“Of course dears. Come in.”

You and Shinso do as she says and she lights a fire for you both to sit by. She also supplies you with a blanket and leaves to make tea for you both. Shinso wraps the blanket around both of you and he can see that you are shivering a little, so he moves closer to you, causing you to blush.

“Kitty,” he says, grabbing your attention

“Yes”

“I’m sorry the picnic got ruined,” he says apologetic

“It didn’t get ruined,” you say with laughter in your voice,“this was the best day ever.”

“R-really,” he asks expectantly

“Yes, we helped a bunny find its way home and we did still get to enjoy the picnic, it’s just got cut short and that’s okay, cause I got to spend the whole day with you.”

“This is why I love you, kitty. Your so good and optimistic. You see the great in every situation. I wish I could do that more. You’re so perfect and I-I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not gonna lose me and you’re perfect too. Maybe not perfect to you, but perfect to me and that’s the most important thing,” you say smiling

He pulls you in and kisses you softly and full of love.

The rain finally clears and you thank the woman for her hospitality. Shinso drives you to your house and before you exit he grabs your hand and kisses it. Then he pulls you in and kisses your lips. He watches you enter your house and then drives off.

I hope you enjoyed. Thank you again for submitting and keeping my asks active. You always give me something new and I really appreciate you letting my imagination run wild (more than it already does). 💖🥺

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Tattooed-Uvogin

-part 2-

(Y/n) locked her apartment doors lock and slid down the wooden surface. She couldn't believe it, she just couldn't. She was found out and now she was going to die.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as the female's chest rapidly rose and fell. Her hyperventilating prevented her from pulling out her phone to text her parents, she was lucky she did it when she first got in the car.

Hiccups and sniffles resonated throughout the entire room, the sound suffocating. Sudden buzzing pulled her out of her anxiety attack.

(Y/n) sniffed and whipped her face with her jackets sleeves. Composing herself she pulled out the device and swiped it. "Hey mom."

"Did you get home okay?" The static form the silence was filled with her sweet, calming voice.

"Yeah, I just shut my door. Did you guys have fun?"

"Yes we did, the concert was pretty good. The building was really crowded though. Anyway are you okay? Have you been crying? What happened?"

"Oh no, no, no. I'm fine don't worry." (Y/n) replied back, finally building enough courage to stand up as walk to her couch.

"Was the place crowded? I know how you act when you're in a crowded place."

"It was, there was a lot of people. I'm just kind of relieved to be back home." The female sighed just to rub her temple to stop her shaking voice. "I'm not the best when it comes to crowds."

"I know I know." There was a pause, the silence becoming deafening for both parties. "We're really sorry you had to grow up like this. We wish we would have done something different." Whined Martha, her voice delicate, as if her daughter was a wilting flower. In that case she wasn't wrong.

"No, no, no, momma don't say things like that! You guys did as much as you could! It's none of your guys' fault that I got a tattoo! I'm grateful I have parents like you two. I wouldn't trade y'all for the world." Tears decided to return, toppling down her cheeks and onto the armrest of the couch. "I love you and dad so much, nothing would change that."

Sniffing could be heard on the other side. "I know, we love you too. I'm going to let you go alright, stay safe and good night."

"Good night, love you."

"Love you too, ba-bye."

There was a click of the ending call, then suffocating silence. Once again wiping away her tears (y/n) sniffled and walked over to her kitchen counter for a snack. Bringing her breathing to a calmer speed, the female slowly ate on the couch.

Loud, sudden banging rattled the doorframe of the front of her apartment. Who would that be? Jessy? No, couldn't be, she passed out the moment her head hit her couch.

(Y/n) was alone, stuck in her dark apartment with nothing but her snacks and a knife in the kitchen. Though the loud banging didn't stop, and the manly voice from the other side brought a sheet of cold sweat to form on the female's face. "(Y/n), we know you're in there. If you just walk out we'll promise to be gentle."

The anxiety found itself back into her head, who are they? Why are they here?

The man hit the door more vigorously. "Do you know how big of a price tag is on your back? The soulmate of a Phantom Troupe member would pay a pretty Jenny, enough to live like kings for the rest of our lives."

Another voice presented itself, younger, softer, a woman maybe. "Just let us in, then nothing will hurt you."

Quietly placing down her snack, (y/n) slowly stood from the couch and moved in the direction of her room. Quiet whispers were heard from outside, the loud banging a of their fists coming to an abrupt stop. "Fine, but don't blame us when your blood stains the carpet."

Gun shots exploded through the door knob, splashing splinters into the air like sparks. With a rough kick the owner of the first voice burst through the door and dashed to the female.

(Y/n) whipped around to run but a rough hand tightly gripped her wrist and shoved her to the ground. Her left shoulder smashed against the tile, earning a groan from the female. Four more people entered the, three guys and a girl, each decorated with large guns and sharp knives.

The man that shoved her to the ground straddled (y/n)'s waist, his thighs practically crushing her body. His hands shoved hers above her head, his long blonde hair tickling her face as he leaned down. The blonde's sadistic grin brought tears to the corners of her eyes.

"L-let me go!" Screeched the frightened girl, thrashing and writhing underneath his heavy body.

"No can do," Chimmed the one girl, her brown hair being pushed to the side. "Like we said, you cost a pretty Jenny." She turned her attention to the other men. "Should we try the mafia? We might get a better deal."

"I'd say we should, besides they don't really like the Troupe." Replied a black haired man, his body standing in front of the door with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Yeah, probably. Trevor, tie her up we're leaving." Spoke the girl, lifting up her gun to examine it with a sense of pride. Her face was smug, her pink lips curled in a successful smile.

Though her lips quickly turned slack, her eyes wide as a thin line of red blood formed on her porcelain neck. Her sapphire eyes rolling to the back of her head and the brown hair falling to the floor. Her head following after.

Noticing everyone's shock, (y/n) took the opportunity to shove the blonde off of her and dashed to her bedroom, locking the door behind her. Screams and gun shots were fired, though (y/n) had no intention of seeing what was beyond the door.

A loud voice laughed throughout the entire onslaught, as if he was having fun killing those hunters. The slaughter paused, voices conversing  behind the door she was propped against.

She needed to get out of here. She needed to run before whoever was beyond the door busted it open. Scrambling up from the carpeted bedroom floor, (y/n) scurried over to the small window to try and open it up.

Everything froze when a hefty knock echoed through the building. "Hey, babe, you can open the door now. You're safe."

The voice beyond the door was gruff, deep, yet smooth and slightly drawn out. Sultry in its own fashion, like dark chocolate, smooth and bitter with a slight hint of sweetness. Whoever that voice belonged to must have been a criminal, (y/n) knew such, and that fact was the only reason her door remained locked.

A few quiet exchanges were given, (y/n) not even bothering to listen as her window finally cracked open. Another voice resonated through the door, a familiar one. "(Y/n), it's Pakunoda, the hunters are gone, you're safe now."

Another breath caught itself in the terrified female's throat, why was she so surprised? She didn't understand, in her mind everyone was a possible threat so why did Paku's voice scare her? "You're part of the Phantom Troupe? Wh-why didn't you say anything? Tell me?" Her voice didn't seem normal, cracking under the anxiety the situation brought.

Pakunoda sighed just to lean in closer and explain why. Something along the lines of 'You would have run away' and 'I know you're afraid, but you really don't have to be'. She was trying to sympathize with (y/n), trying to lure her in to make her open the door.

But she wouldn't fall for it, she couldn't fall for it.

So she ran, down the rickety steps until rough concrete greeted her bare feet. Right when her feet hit the ground, a loud, almost deafening boom reverberated from above. Rubble scattered through the air, dust and pebbles littered the ground like hail.

She was afraid, so terribly afraid when an entertained laugh echoed from above. It must have been from the same deep voice as before, the one that called her babe. Like hell she was going to look up, like hell she was going to freeze and let him catch up. Like hell.

Weight and darkness flooded (y/n)'s vision, what happened? A large hand and arm wrapped itself tightly around her waist, the owners entire body hovering over her hunched form. The man's face buried into her neck, tickling her with his warm breath.

'How did he get to me so quickly?!'

It struck her, her face in the direction of the crumpled ground beneath them. 'Did he jump? How?! I was on the fifth story of the building!'

"Hey, babe." She could feel the grin on his face, earning rapid breathing. Maybe if they were under different circumstances the intimate position might have been romantic. Just maybe.

But now was different. Instead the female was trembling in raw fear. Her voice caught so far into her throat she might have thrown up if she tried to speak. What was he going to do to her? Kill her, kidnap her, something worse?

The man's hair tickled (y/n)'s neck, a long dark grey mass of fluff on the side of her vision. The man laughed, his large arm lifting her up like a feather as he rose from the ground. Being tugged into his embrace like a kitten was strange, and her newfound height was astonishing.

How tall was this guy? How was he so strong?

The man, (y/n) could only guess was her soulmate due to her nickname, held her up with one arm with their chest and back flush against each other. She felt like a rag doll being held like this.

(Y/n)'s mind finally decided to work again, now thrashing and kicking and scratching for freedom she somehow knew she wouldn't get. "L-let me go! Please!"

Seeing his soulmate writhe in his arms like this... was oddly exhilarating. Knowing she was afraid seemed funny to Uvogin, he wasn't going to hurt her. Though if she didn't know nen then it would make sense as to why she thought that. Still, he couldn't really keep from laughing, he was too excited to find his soulmate.

Well, he had to check didn't he? Uvogin maneuvered her body in his arms, now holding her with an arm and his side. His other hand pulled the back of her shirt up, her legs kicking in protest.

"Wha-Put me down!" She yelped, trying to grab her shirt to pull it back down.

Uvo laughed again, this time calmly with his chest vibrating. There it was, the same tattoo on his lower back. On her soft (s/c) flesh it fit perfectly.

He put it down and tore her right sleeve off, revealing her own tattoo. Both were the same, a perfect blend of calm and storm.

From above, a voice, slightly annoyed and irritated brought him back to reality. "Oi! Uvo! Is that (y/n)?!"

Uvogin gave a classic, goofy cheshire grin. "Ask her yourself, Nobu!" Once more he dragged her around like a doll, this time both his hands gripping her waist to show her to the world, or more specifically Nodunaga.

After rolling his eyes, an expecting look was given to the beyond frightened girl. She nodded, not exactly caring about if they knew her name at the moment.

Nobunaga cackled, smacking his hand on the iron railing of the fire shoot. (Y/n) being curled up in her soulmate's grip must have been funny. "She IS cute. Paku look at her, she's adorable!"

The blonde revealed herself, a new package of a snack in her hands. Apparently (y/n) wasn't the only one with the midnight munchies. Paku handed a piece to the dark haired man beside her. "Told you." She retorted.

Uvogin pulled her to his chest, snuggling to the (h/c) haired girl in his arms, face buried into her neck. "You're adorable." He muttered.

Voice caught in her throat, she didn't speak. The only sign of her uncomfortableness was the deep red blush upon her cheeks and the small yelps she would make.

"Hey, the cops are coming! Let's go ahead and get out of here!" Nodunaga yelled from above, clearly not bothered by his friends affection.

"Eh? Fine, fine, let's go." The bear like man pulled his soulmate close—bridal style—and threw himself into the air in the direction of god knows where.

(Y/n) yelped at the sudden jump, flight? More like flight she thought. Her stomach churned, probably from the alcohol, the lack of food, and the rushed movements. God she didn't feel too good.

Pakunoda and Nodunaga stopped on the roof of a building, one directly across from a fairly nice hotel. Uvogin paused and allowed (y/n) to sink from his grip onto the concrete below. She dry heaved, not exactly having enough bile to rise from her throat. "Oh god that was horrible." She whined to herself, not thinking about the people next to her.

Nodu snickered and Uvo laughed, it was funny how she wasn't used to this. They had forgotten what it was like to be normal.

Uvogin kneeled down, still laughing, and placed a hand upon the girl's shoulder. "You'll be fine."

She turned and gave him a look. One akin to a mother scolding a child, a 'bite me' type look.

The bear like man laughed again, shrugging his shoulders. "What?" His childish grin had returned and almost mocked the shorter girl.

"This isn't exactly what I expected from a first date." (Y/n) snapped, still kneeling on the ground.

From the side Nobunaga finally burst, tears streaming down his cheeks at the two in front of him. His laughing was contagious, light, but still not helping the situation (y/n) was in. "Uvo she's perfect for you!"

"Yeah she is." He smiled and patted her head, clearly not bothered by her snapping attitude.

"Uvo," Paku started, hopping onto the roof. Did she leave? When? "I got a room for the two of you; she probably won't want to sleep in the cathedral." She handed him a card.

"Thanks Paku." Uvogin replied, standing to his full height and dragging (y/n) to stand as well.

She stared at the man, how the fuck is he human? He's HUGE. This was the first time she was actually able to take in his features. Dark grey hair splayed around his face, afro style, yet more like a lion's mane. His features were sharp and strong, side burns framing his strong features.

Eyes burned with determination and ferocity. Rippling muscles complemented his unnatural height, both inhuman. His white tank top, black shorts and furs around his shoulders and waist stuck to body. In Uvogin's own right, he was handsome.

Speaking of Uvogin, his eyes met hers, his grin stretching a bit. "Like what you see?" The man teased.

Oh god, why did she look at him? A dark red blush swept across her features, her voice once again caught in her throat. "You're subpar at best." She needed to shut up or else they would probably kill her, curse her bad habits.

It was now Paku's turn to snicker. "She's brutal... anyway, (y/n), your parents work in the Harthhold Museum correct? As security managers."

(Y/n) paused, a fearful glance in the direction of the blonde. Quickly her fearful looked turned to hostility. No one would threaten the people who tried so hard to keep her safe—no one. "What do you want?" The female snapped.

"We just want to know the hunters your parents hired for the new exhibit. You helped them with their work correct?"

"Why should I tell you?"

Paku thought for a moment, taking a quick glance at the two near her, as if telling them to follow along. "If we have to force the information out of you we won't let you warn Martha and Edgar."

There was a moment of silence, she was jesting, she had to be jesting. "What are you planning?" (Y/n) asked, she just couldn't help but ask.

"We can't tell you. So... who are the hunters." Pakunoda pushed.

(Y/n) took a deep breath and sighed. She explained the hunters, every single one by name, face, and where they would be stationed during the opening.

Paku listened, hand on her hip as her eyes bore into (y/n)'s skull. "Good, we'll tell Shal to look them up." She body turned away and pulled out a phone. "Hey Nobu and I are heading back, we've got the information about the hunters."

"Yes."

"Alright, see soon." Pakunoda ended the call, turning back to the fore mentioned and waving her hand. "Let's go, it's late and I'm tired."

The black haired man tapped the end of his sword and nodded. "Sure, see you later Uvo!"

And they were off, gone into the night to leave the soulmates alone. The female slightly trembled, due to the crisp night air or the man beside her, she didn't know. His hand placed itself upon her shoulder, completely dwarfing her in size. "How about we go to our room, huh?"

She could feel his grin, bringing back the terror she had felt the first time they met.

Uvogin wrapped her in his arms, again with the bridal style, and jumped off the building. He soaked in the sound of her surprise, music to his ears. They entered the hotel and ignored everyone looking at them, just to get to their room as fast as possible.

When they made it, he almost didn't open the door. He almost busted through there just to roughly shut it and toss (y/n) onto the large bed. He shuffled over to her, crawling on top to smother her with affection.

Uvo buried his face into her neck, taking a deep breath and soaking in her noises and sent. She smelled sweet, a slight hint of alcohol lingering on her skin. The girl peeped, taking her hands to push the man off of her. To him it did nothing, only letting him indulge with the contact of her small hands on his large chest.

He chuckled and used a hand to pet her soft (h/c) hair. Uvogin left some sloppy kisses along her neck, a mewl escaping her lips when he found a certain soft spot. The bear like man chuckled and lifted himself up to stare down and loose himself in her (e/c) eyes.

"God you're adorable."

(Y/n) stuttered, not being able to create words to help her comprehend what was happening. What should she say? What should she do? She didn't want to go this far! Was he trying to go that far?

"W-wa-wait. W-wait, I don't want this... please don't do this!" Tears started to form in the corners of her eyes.

"Huh?" Uvogin raises an eyebrow to lift himself up a bit more. "What? No, no I wouldn't do that to you!" He used his hand and moved it to her cheeks to wipe away the forming tears. "I wouldn't do that, I love you." He have a gentle smile to try and calm her down.

It worked, a little bit. Just enough to keep her grounded a bit more. (Y/n) sighed, a shaky sigh only akin to relief. "C-can I talk-talk you my parents?"

Uvogin sighed and sat up on the bed, his legs hanging off the side of the bed. "Sure, just watch what you say." He lifted her phone to wave it in her face.

(Y/n) tried to take it with a shaky hand, but the man had other ideas, grabbing her hand and pulling her into his lap just to cuddle with him. He buried his head into her neck just to breath her in again.

Hesitantly—fearfully—she took the phone and dialed her father's number. It ran, low and deep into the quiet room. (Y/n) took a deep breath as Edgar answered.

"Hey, what's up?" He asked, the clear groggy voice hinting at him just being woken up.

(Y/n) furrowed her brows and gave a relieved sigh, how was she supposed to react? "Nothing much, I just wanted to talk about-about the museum exhibit thing."

"(Y/n) that thing is in a few days, what's gotten into you." The man on the other side of the phone laughed to himself. "Oh, sorry... I just woke your mom up." He sheepishly admitted.

The daughter smiled gently, she truly couldn't have asked for better parents. "That's fine, it's actually about you two. Can you guys not go to the exhibit? Please?"

Edgar gave a questioning 'huh' before flipping the phone to speaker, allowing his wife to talk and listen too. "Why?"

"Well, just trust me... okay? Please?"

There was silence, and (y/n) almost thought they could hear the quiet purrs from her captor as he nuzzled into her neck. Though it seemed they didn't. "Why? (Y/n) why?"

"Just trust me okay? Love you." Without allowing them to say anything back, she turned off the phone. Letting her hands fall to her lap she didn't even try to stop Uvogin from taking the device and crushing it in his grip.

The phone fell, the last bit of hope following.

Uvogin hummed onto her ear, pulling her closer into his chest as he fell onto the bed. An exaggerated sigh left his lips. "I'm so relieved we found you first."

His large arms encircled her much smaller being. (Y/n) leaned in, soaking in his warmth as he radiates heat.

If (y/n) learned anything from the torturous tattoo, it was to make the best of any situation. She would have to try really hard for that, but did (y/n) really have a choice? No, she couldn't escape something like this—someone like him.

Uvogin would make sure of that.

(8261 words)

(Finished: 7/23/20)

[lixis-sin-cauldron]

Trapped [Eraser Head | Shouta Aizawa]

Rating: Explicit  18+ content MINORS DNI. Pairing: Shouta Aizawa (Eraser Head) X fem!original character Word Count: 2600~ Kinks and Warnings : dirty talk, coercion, hand job, vaginal penetration, Aizawa Shouta POV, two uses of pet name 'kitten', cheating, cucking, infidelity, inebriated sex, dubious consent 

Summary: Shouta helps Hizashi's girlfriend bring his friend home after a night of drinking. After getting the drunk DJ in bed, things become... complicated.

Can also be read on Ao3 here: Trapped Big thank you to my lovely beta readers @lilleeboi & @messwriting for the huge help they provided in making this as great as possible!

Shouta was trapped, her legs intertwined into his and arms locked around his neck. She had pulled him to the bed so suddenly, having not expected the attack she had him right where she wanted him.

“Stay,” she whined, nuzzling his neck.

Under normal circumstances, Shouta wouldn’t be opposed to a beautiful woman begging him to stay in her bed and arms. This, however, was not a normal circumstance because of the fact that the beautiful woman was drunk and was his best friend’s girlfriend.

“Shouta,” she pouted, her bottom lip quivering in a way that made him swallow, “It’s way too late. Just stay here and get some sleep.”

“I can sleep in the living room.”

“The bed is plenty big enough for all three of us,” she countered, causing the man’s eyes to flash to the blonde figure laying behind her. Hizashi was out cold, having drunk way more than he usually does. “Plus, it’s way more comfy, don’t you agree?” her words slightly slurred with a giggle as she cuddled him.

He wasn’t really paying attention to the bed or how comfortable it was, his mind trying its hardest not to think about how soft her thighs were or how great her ass looked when she had spontaneously stripped down to her lingerie after they had guided the drunk man to the bed.

“Comfy or not, I feel better-” the words got in his throat when she pulled him closer, the feel of her breasts pressing into his arm. His mind was screaming. He had accepted his attraction to the woman not long after Hizashi had introduced her after they had started dating, but this was not something he had ever expected to happen.

“Please?”

He made a decision, a plan. “Fine.” He stated dryly, “I’ll stay here.” He would just wait her out. She was already on the verge of passing out, only holding out to convince him. If he could just stay long enough to appease her, she would fall asleep shortly and he could easily slip from her hold.

A logical plan.

“Yay,” she purred, burying her face into his neck and holding him like a teddy bear.

‘Yay’ was not what came to mind at the feel of her breath on his skin, his body responding. Time seemed to crawl from that moment as she clung to him while he waited for a sign that she was sleeping. Her breath began to slow, indicating that she had drifted off, and he reached up to carefully pry her hands from him. However, she grumbled at his touch, tightening her grip instead.

“Sleep,” she mumbled in reply to his act of resistance.

Several failed attempts later, he was in a worse position than before, her thigh now pressed into the middle of his legs, rubbing against his already confused member. He held back a groan as she shifted against him. What god had he pissed off to suffer like this?

Her face had withdrawn from his neck, a small grace, and was now in view. He noted that some of her hair clung to her parted lips, the ends waving as she breathed. Against his better judgment, Shouta reached up and carefully brushed the hairs away. Yet again at the touch, she stirred, her eyes fluttering open briefly to look at him. She gave a sluggish smile, his heart fluttering at the sight.

She slid her hand to his chest and rubbing in a circle to try and comfort him into sleep. The action was brief, her hand slowing to a stop and resting where it was as she began to slip away.

He counted the seconds until he could expect her to be asleep again, but the count was interrupted when she made a noise.

“Hm?” she mumbled curiously, her hand now gliding downwards. He froze as she gripped his semi through the cloth of his pants, the feel of it against her leg had gotten her attention. She giggled, “Is this for me?”

“It just - ah—” his words cut as she started moving, massaging him. “Don’t…”

“You want me to stop?” she teased biting her lip and staring him down with a hungry gaze.

She had no right to look that hot while misbehaving. “Not your boyfriend, Sweetheart,” he reminded her, giving a strained smile.

“Mm, I know but… he’s asleep right now.” She released her hold, but his relief was short-lived as she trailed upwards to slide under his waistband. “Let’s see... You’d prefer skin to skin, right?”

His hand snapped up, grasping her wrist, her fingertips grazing his skin. “Don’t,” he snarled.

The warning only seemed to excite her more. “I’ve seen how you look at me,” She teased, “Do you really want me to believe you really don’t want this?”

“Appreciation of something doesn’t mean… plus you’re Hizashi’s—”

“No one owns me,” she growled, a primal look in her eyes. “Plus – I just want to help you relax… to sleep of course.” She added sweetly.

“Fucking tease.”

The retort was crude, but he was reaching his wit's end with the handsy woman so more rational replies were becoming a struggle. His building frustration at her touch was diverting his thoughts from his brain to lower regions. The primal and logical parts of his brain conflicting with each other as he tried to figure out how to deal with her properly.

“Is it a tease if I intend to do what I’m saying…? And Shouta,” Her face moved closer to his. “You haven’t moved my hand.” Her fingertips still rested under the edge of the waistband, “Just… move me and I’ll stop.”

He should have pulled her away, thrown her off even if it woke Hizashi, just left. She was drunk and his best friend’s girlfriend… but god did he want her.

She must have sensed the internal conflict and, as if to make up his mind,, sliding further down under the band of his pants and boxer-briefs, slipping from his grasp with no resistance. He let out a long exhale as her fingers ran through his pubic hair and to his base. Shifting him into a better position against his hip she began gently rotating her thumb around his head, using beads of precum to work him.

“Relax,” she mewed, pressing her forehead to his. Her own breath was starting to quicken in arousal as she watched him succumb to the pleasure.

“Mhm. Sure,” Shouta replied in a low rumble. As if he could relax like this. A furtive groan escaped him as she shifted her focus from his cockhead to run her fingers down his shaft, fingertips trailing up and down the throbbing vein that ran the underside of his length. She repeated this movement, tantalizing him but never encompassing him.

A low growl escaped him in annoyance at the torment, “Would you just…”

“Hm?” A playful, innocent tone in the sound, as if she was unaware of his discomfort.

“Fucking—” He grabbed the side of her head and pulled her into a kiss, thrusting his tongue inside and exploring. She gave a muffled moan as he did and her eyes had a glazed half-lidded stare as they broke, her chest heaving as if he had pulled all the air from her. “Stop. Teasing.” he commanded, no longer wanting to play her game.

“Oh…kay…” She replied breathily, following the order and taking hold of him fully. She began pumping him slowly while returning her thumb to massage his tip, much to his aggravated delight.

“I’d call you a good girl… but we both know that isn’t true.”

She gave a flushed giggle, enjoying his authoritative tone.

He shushed her, eyeing the still sleeping figure that shared the bed with them.

“He’s a heavy sleeper.” She whispered.

“I’m… aware,” Each word was a struggle as he enjoyed her touch. His pants started to feel tighter, so he hooked his thumb into the waist, sliding the pants down his hip. She worked in tandem, helping to expose the hardening cock to the air. As she stroked, he pulled her into another firm kiss.

“Feel good?” She inquired playfully as they pulled apart.

“Very,” He pressed his face into the crook of her neck, nipping and kissing at her skin.  Subdued moans threatened to escape her, already too loud for his liking so he took her free hand and used it to cover her mouth while he continued exploring her skin. He finally reached the curve of her breast, covered in the silky bra that had been taunting him all night.

Eagerly, he freed the object of his desire and drew the exposed nipple into his mouth. She jolted at the  action, but he held her still as he played. His tongue danced around the point, sucking at it. He retreated, blowing lightly and rolling a thumb over the hardening peak. He began suckling again, relishing the activity. Exploring further down with his hand, he slid under the fabric of her lingerie, and between the lips of her pussy, she twitched and gave muffled groans in reaction.

Just as he was appreciating how wet she was, Hizashi turned beside her, causing them both to pause. Panic set in as the man moved towards them in his sleep, throwing a limp arm over her in a loose embrace. Shouta’s heart pounded in his ears as he tried to figure out what to do.

She reacted first, uncovering her mouth, silently panting, and gently nudged the arm off. It fell with no resistance beside her, her boyfriend wiggled in response to the act and for a moment Shouta was sure he was going to wake up but instead the blonde rolled back and let out a minor snore.

They both took shaky breaths as they recovered from the scare.

“Shouta,” she whimpered, finally breaking the tension, beckoning him upwards. He did so eagerly, their lips locking together, the tip of his tongue tracing and sucking hers. The pace of her strokes slowed as she focused more on the kiss.

She broke the connection, taking shallow breaths and locking eyes with him. “Please.”

Withdrawing his hand, he took hold of her underwear and wrenched them down, taking all his control to not just tear the garment off completely. She moved with him, shifting her hips and lifting her leg as the cloth traveled. Once off, he grabbed her thigh and pulled her over his hip as he twisted himself into position between her legs.

She started to guide his cock, but he stopped her, moving her arm to rest around his neck.

“Stay quiet,” he growled. Biting her lip, she gave a stifled whine in agreement before burying her face into the crook of his arm still locked beneath her.

Guiding himself, he found her entrance eagerly waiting for him, warm and damp. He inched himself in slowly, taking all his self-control not to thrust as deep into her as he could. He hissed as her walls squeezed around him, his fingers digging into her hip, and his face buried into her neck to muffle the sound. He pulled her closer, shoving himself deeper as he did so.

“Oh god,” she muttered; the words were barely audible against his arm.

“You take me so fucking well,” he purred softly in her ear as he began slow thrusts in her, her body shivered in response to the words “Like the way I stretch your insides, Kitten?”

“Yesssss,” She hissed, growing steadily louder as his pace increased.

He shushed her, “Careful. As much as I want to hear your moans, we need to be quiet, remember?”

“Yes– ah – yes, Sir,” she whimpered, biting into the cloth of his shirt.

As he plunged deeper into her, her muffled cries increased and stimulated him to thrust harder in turn. After a particularly forceful thrust, she threw her head back in ecstasy, barely holding back a cry as her lips fought to stay pressed together to soften the noise. The bed began to shake hazardously as they moved, gently jostling the sleeping man beside her. Shouta’s heart pounded as his eyes settled on the shifting figure, not wanting Hizashi to wake up but also not wanting to stop his onslaught on the woman’s pussy.

“Fuck,” she sang, still getting louder as her pleasure intensified.

Pulling her into a kiss, he started rapidly thrusting into her, her howls muffled.

“Such a naughty girl, taking another man’s cock so perfectly. Clenching down on me like this, you’re close aren’t you?” He hummed against her lips as they broke, slowing himself as he spoke.

“Don’t stop, please.”

“That wasn’t an answer,” He slowed further, pulling out slightly.

“Yes, I’m so close.  Shouta, please,” She pulled him close with her legs, pushing him back into her.

He let out a sharp breath as she did, his own climax approaching. “Only if you say where you want me to finish,” he growled, fighting against her pull.

“Inside. Don’t pull out. I want you inside.”

Bad idea, bad fucking idea. He knew it and he didn’t care. “As you wish, Kitten.” He slammed back inside her repeatedly, no longer paying attention to the shaking their fucking caused to the bed. His only preventive being covering her mouth as she cried out his name and accompanying obscenities.

As she reached her peak her insides squeezed tightly around him, pushing him into his own orgasm. He shuddered as the relief washed through him, his hand falling from her face. A loud moan escaped her lips, causing him to freeze in fear at the sudden sound, almost thunderous in the room after all their muted noise.

Unfortunately, while the movements hadn’t been enough to wake him, the sudden cry had been.

Hizashi stirred beside them, sitting up and running a hand through his blonde tresses. As he stretched, he looked over at his sleeping companion, finally taking note of his friend still frozen locked in an embrace around her.

He studied the scene before him, his scarlet eyes blinking away whatever sleep was left in them. After what seemed like forever, he reached forward and grabbed her shoulder gently and pulled, tilting her towards him and planting a kiss on her lips.

“Having fun without me again?” he quipped drowsily.

“You were out cold, we got bored,” she mewed with a flushed look, still glowing from her climax.

Shouta relaxed and sighed, “Tried not to wake you.” He grinned at his friend.

“Uh-huh. Well, I’m getting some water. You two want anything before I come back and join in the fun?”

They both gave a negative and Hizashi strode off while working his hair back into a manageable bun. After a pause, she started to giggle and Shouta soon joined in with his own chuckle. “You and your damn games,” he snarled playfully, finally withdrawing from her.

“You love it.”

“Hm,” was his reply before he pushed her into the bed and into a deep kiss, “I don’t know how he handles you.”

“Mm, well maybe if you got your own girlfriend you could figure that out.”

“And miss out on playing with you?”

“Who says that should stop? I think a new friend is a great idea.”

“That—”

“Yo! Make room!” Hizashi cried out as he ran back in and dive-bombed onto the bed. “My turn!” he sang, pulling her into his own kiss.

Shouta just rolled his eyes at the couple he had gotten tangled up with.

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[onthevirgeofdestruction]

In the Shadows (Romantic Analogical Pining)

Words: 1,832 Warnings: Food, Animals/Pets, One-Sided Pining Characters: Logan, Virgil Ships: Analogical Universe: Gen Human AU Genre: Pining, Fluff Additional Tags: Pining!Logan, Oblivious!Virgil

   Logan couldn’t help it. He was not observing the screen as the movie wrapped up. He was enjoying seeing Virgil emote along with the characters. Virgil picked at the dregs of the popcorn absentmindedly and kissed popcorn bits off of his fingers, engrossing Logan even further. Logan had selected the movie, even, for all intents and purposes, he should be watching it. But something about the way the lights from the screen bounced off of Virgil’s face had drawn his attention and enveloped him. He was lucky that Virgil didn’t seem to notice him outright starting at that mesmerizing lopsided smirk and listen to him mutter critiques of character choices to himself.

   The movie ended and Virgil patted his legs and deposited the empty cup in the paper popcorn bag before standing up out of the seat. Logan panicked when Virgil looked over at him and grabbed Virgil’s sleeve to stop him. He had to say something. He was utterly enchanted by Virgil, and it felt like the affection might burst out of him if he kept avoiding it any longer. Virgil paused and peered at Logan in confusion.

   “What’s up, L?” Virgil asked curiously.

   “Virgil, I…” Logan trailed off, swiftly losing his nerve. He swallowed heavily and drew a struggled breath. “Prefer to watch the credits. These people put significant effort into the creation of the film and deserve acknowledged.”

   “Oh, sure,” Virgil nodded and settled down into the theatre seat again. “You’re totally right, I feel like an asshole now,” he murmured, and Logan could barely hear his voice over the blaring end credits song playing over the speaker system.

   Shit. Logan shook his head. “You’re not,” he corrected him. “No one else is bothering to stay, either,” he pointed out.

   “Just because everyone’s doing it doesn’t make it right. No, I liked the movie, it’s worth watching some names scroll.” Virgil shot Logan a small smile, making his heart clench in his chest. “If I hated it, though, I’d storm out of here,” Virgil added with a roguish look before glancing up at the gigantic movie screen again. Logan watched Virgil’s pupils scan the movie before turning to study them himself.

   Virgil started whispering interesting sound last names to himself as he read along. “Holy crap, Killmaster is such a cool name,” he muttered reverently. If Logan wasn’t leaned in so close, he might have missed it.

   “If the last name was from a profession and not chosen, I would wonder if their ancestor was a gladiator or perhaps a legendary hunter,” Logan mused quietly, though he had no reason to other than the fact that it was polite to talk softly during a movie.

   “A legendary badass,” Virgil hissed back, bumping Logan’s bicep with his shoulder. Logan’s heart jumped at the contact, and once more he was overwhelmed with the need to try and tell Virgil his feelings.

   “Virgil, have you ever… struggled to tell someone something important?” Logan asked, hoping he didn’t sound as pathetic as he felt.

   “Sure, all the time,” Virgil nodded, keeping his eyes on the screen. “What kind of thing? Maybe I can help,” he offered guilelessly. Logan gripped his jeans nervously.

   “How to inform someone that you like them,” Logan clarified, his throat betraying him and tightening as he spoke. He exhaled harshly, trying to calm back down.

   “Oh, that’s a tough one. I guess, for you, it’d be best to be straightforward and say you like them. Just force it out if you have to,” Virgil suggested thoughtfully.

   “I see.” Logan wrung his hands together and glanced down at the ground. Being direct. Logan wasn’t good at using flowery, romantic language. Virgil was right. He just needed to do it. Logan took a deep breath to steady himself. “I like you,” Logan said evenly, looking at Virgil hopefully.

   “Yeah, exactly like that. You got this,” Virgil looked to Logan with that little smile that usually melted his heart. But at the moment, it was too wrapped up in confusion to react. Did Virgil not… Perhaps he was so caught up in trying to express his feelings that it did not occur to him that Virgil wouldn’t be interested in hearing it. Perhaps it was best if Virgil didn’t understand.

   Logan sat back and examined the credits in silence. He was deeply conflicted between the desire to clarify his feelings and respecting Virgil’s space. If Virgil didn’t even think of Logan like that enough to have the context that Logan was confessing, it seemed like Virgil wanted to remain friends. Or perhaps cut ties altogether after this, now that he knew Logan liked him. Pining helplessly hurt, but being completely cut off would be worse. Logan had to prevent that outcome at all costs. He would rather remain friends than be nothing to Virgil, and if he had to quell his feelings, he could do that. He hoped.

   The last of the credits rolled, and Virgil got out of his seat once more, holding out his hand to help Logan up. Logan gave him a compressed smile and stood up on his own. Virgil tilted his head in confusion and shrugged lightly, and they walked out of the theater together.

   Virgil and Logan walked into the mall and Virgil pulled out his phone to check the time. Logan panicked, wondering if he was already looking for an excuse to leave. He had to come up with a way to combat it. He needed more time to prove he could be just friends.

   “I have some free time. Do you want to go around the mall? I haven’t been in ages and probably need to walk off all that soda. I’m feeling a little jittery,” Virgil offered, scanning the area.

   Logan let out a sigh of relief. “I would like that.” Logan nodded, gripping at the hem of his shirt.

   They walked together down the narrow hall that connected the theater to the food court. Virgil stuffed his hands into his hoodie pocket and Logan mirrored him by shoving his fidgeting hands into his jeans pockets. They meandered the mall together companionably, and Logan felt relieved that Virgil didn’t opt to just leave after the confession. Virgil pointed out interesting things to Logan as if he had never said anything during the credits.

   “Oh, dude, look at those birds,” Virgil stepped up excitedly to a pet store window, glancing back to Logan with a hopeful look on his face.

   “They are lovely, yes,” Logan agreed with Virgil’s unspoken compliment as he beamed into the window.

   “Let’s go in.” Virgil pulled at Logan’s polo and headed into the open store hastily. Virgil rushed up to the large cylinder full of parakeets and leaned in to watch a pair grooming each other. He sighed happily and circled it, checking out all the birds it contained before moving on.

   Next, Virgil looked at all the various tank pets. He cooed at dwarf hamsters, stuck out his tongue at the lizards, hissed at the snakes, and lingered at a tarantula he seemed enamoured with. Virgil seemed determined to look at every pet in the store, and Logan had to admit he loved seeing him be so animated, even if he was trying to deny the part of himself in love with Virgil. He could pretend he watched Virgil purely platonically on the outside, at least.

   Virgil got permission for the pair to enter the cat enclosure and stepped in quickly. Virgil sat down on the bench and held out his hand instead of approaching any of the cats. Logan leaned against the wall and crossed his arms to watch Virgil’s determined face. Logan had concluded that Virgil was so interested in the small creatures that he was paying zero attention to Logan, and thusly Logan could secretly enjoy Virgil’s presence without maintaining any pretense.

   A black cat with a small tuft of white fur on its chest walked up cautiously to Virgil’s hand and sniffed it carefully. It reared back twice, seemingly unsure. It backed up and watched as other cats did the same, not letting Virgil touch it yet. A white cat bumped its hand against Virgil’s hand and he stroked across its long body. The cat looked incredibly satisfied and kept circling around again to get more pets from Virgil. The black cat approached slowly, sniffing again. Virgil raised his other hand for the black cat to sniff once more.

   The white cat wandered over to brush up against Logan’s legs, startling Logan from observing Virgil. Logan knelt down to let the cat sniff its hand before he offered it a few pets as well, since it was working so hard for the affection. The black cat didn’t push into Virgil’s hand, but instead hopped right up into Virgil’s nap and nestled in. Virgil made an expression like his heart exploded, rubbing the cat’s cheeks. The black cat purred so loudly even Logan could hear it over the light purrs of the white cat Logan was still petting.

   “Oh my god, I love her,” Virgil whispered, looking up at the poster on the wall with her information. The cat’s name was Shadow, and she was two years old. Compared to the kittens, she had a very reasonable adoption fee and was listed as ‘skittish, but affectionate’ in her personality profile, along with ‘vocal and independent’. Logan had to agree with that assessment.

   Virgil sat with Shadow for a few minutes, and the white cat had lost interest, wandering off to play with a ball track toy instead. Virgil kept stroking Shadow’s cheek tenderly, totally taken in by the cat. Logan stood back up and returned to viewing Virgil and Shadow interact.

   “Are you going to adopt her?” Logan asked softly.

   “My lease has a no-pets policy,” Virgil murmured, his face betraying how absolutely heartbroken he was. He stroked the cat’s back sullenly, sagging into himself.

   “My lease does not,” Logan blurted out, and Virgil’s eyes shot up to Logan’s in surprise. Logan cleared his throat, disbelieving the words that were coming out of his own mouth. “I could adopt her. That way, you may come over whenever you like to see her,” Logan offered. Was he truly willing to adopt a living creature just to hold on to Virgil? Yes. Yes, he was. “I would need help taking care of her, of course,” he added as Virgil stared at Logan in astonishment.

   “You’re serious?” Virgil asked flatly, his hand never moving off of shadow.

   “Necktie.” Logan pulled at his tie and dropped it on his chest, smiling at Virgil.

   “Right, right,” Virgil chuckled and looked down at Shadow. “Then… you’re sure?” Virgil asked meekly.

   “I’m certain.” Logan relaxed and moved to sit on the bench with Virgil. If Logan had an excuse to see Virgil every day he could, he’d happily care for a cat. He wouldn’t mind the company for his lonely, pining heart, either.

   “Thank you,” Virgil whispered softly.