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mariaofdoranelle · 1 year

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URDAD - part 2

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Long story short, I lost track of my writing schedule because I’m on a break with none of the routine my neurodivergent brain needs to function. I’m figuring it out. I’ll post LAUN as soon as I can. Here’s some ✨apology smut✨ hehe have fun

Warnings: language, NSFW

Words: 2k

Dr. Whitethorn looked as if he'd seen a ghost.

His eyes lingered on her body for a second before they snapped back to her face. “Is everything alright?”

Aelin strolled his way without fixing her half-open robe, and moved a book so she could sit on his desk. Dr. Whitethorn didn’t restrain his gaze when she crossed her legs.

“I think I have a fever.” Aelin tilted her head, looking him in the eye. “I’m burning up, Doctor, and there’s also this ache. It’s torture.”

“Oh.” He tore his eyes off her and slightly shook his head, as if shaking something off his mind. “I’m sure I have a thermometer somewhere.”

While Dr. Whitethorn looked for his thermometer with his back to her, Aelin took her robe off.

“Got it!” He turned around with the device in his hand, but his expression changed. Dr. Whitethorn’s eyes were blown wide, lips slowly parting as he took her new state in. “Where’s your robe?”

Aelin tilted her head, exposing her neck while feigning confusion. “I thought you were going to examine me.”

“I-“ Rowan’s mouth opened and closed before something clicked and his eyes got full of determination. “We don’t need a thermometer, do we?” He closed the few steps between them, setting the thermometer down. Instead, he put one hand on the desk, next to where Aelin was sitting, and the other against her forehead. “Very feverish indeed.” The back of his hand ignited her as it softly slid against her cheek and neck. “Look, you’re shivering.”

Aelin nodded, lips parted. “I might even need continuous care.”

"I'd advise you to stay out of trouble and rest.” The hand he kept on the desk slipped to her thigh, tracing idle circles as it went up. “But I don’t think you’d follow my orders.”

“You’re wrong about that.” Aelin leaned away a little to look him in the eye, thrusting her chest out in the way and feigning innocence with her eyes. “I’ll follow every order you give me, Doctor.”

A shattered breath left his lungs, and he closed his eyes before continuing, “If you want me to take care of you…” Dr. Whitethorn sneaked his way towards her throat, applying enough pressure to send a jolt of electricity down Aelin’s spine. “You have to say my name.”

“Dr. Whi—“

He squeezed her throat harder, making a trail of goosebumps erupt on her skin. “Say my name, Aelin.”

“Rowan,” she rasped, slightly rocking her hips against his desk, desperate for any sort of friction.

His lips were almost brushing against the shell of her ear when he whispered, “Good girl.”

Aelin turned her face to him, but he still gripped her chin to meet her lips halfway. Rowan’s kiss was ravenous, he took over her mouth and turned Aelin’s blood into wildfire with every possessive swirl of his tongue.

She slid to the end of the desk, trying to meet his hips, and the movement gave him leverage to work on her neck. His rough kisses on her pulse point made her breath hitch, but Aelin wasn’t expecting it when Rowan yanked the thin strap of her nightgown, exposing one breast just to cover it with his hand.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” His voice was hoarse as he slid his fingers under her lacy panties. “But you know that already, don’t you?” He toyed with her entrance for a moment before plunging one finger in, curling it right at the spot that made her see stars. “You wouldn’t have come here if you didn’t know how gorgeous you are.”

Aelin whimpered, grinding against his now two fingers before she replied, “I like hearing it better when it comes from your mouth.”

He let his free hand tease her nipple and wander around her breast, collarbone, neck, before holding her chin and tilting towards him.

“Turn around,” he commanded while removing his fingers from inside her.

Aelin frowned at the change, but complied.

“Bend.”

She leaned over his desk, not missing how her short nightgown rode up as she did, and now her ass was sticking out, unprotected from the AC’s cold air and—

Rowan smacked her ass, and it lingered in a way that made her ache and press her thighs together with need.

He leaned over her, yanked her hair so it wasn’t covering her ear, and whispered, “You think I don’t know what you’re doing?”

Rubbing the redness off, he pecked her shoulder from behind, and gave her a moment to recover. However, that lingering burn only intensified when Rowan spanked her again.

One.

Two.

Three times.

"And this is for toying with me to get revenge."

Aelin‘s mind was too fuzzy to process his words now. She was trembling, whimpering on his desk when Rowan mentioned for her to turn around. He kneeled when she did, and the sight of him guiding her leg so it could rest on his broad shoulder made her insides flush.

Rowan didn’t spare a second before greeting her pussy with his tongue, looking her in the eye as he tasted her folds and massaged her clit. She was a whimpering mess, holding herself upright with one hand, her nerves on fire. The sight of Dr. Whitethorn worshiping her on his knees was enough to make her brain short-circuit.

He leaned away for a moment, lips parted and chin glistening with her wetness as he slowly pushed two fingers in. Trying to watch her gasp and his fingers filling her in at the same time, Rowan didn’t know where to look. He was taking her dismantled state in when Aelin grabbed his hair and led his mouth back to her.

It was too much. With his tongue on her clit while he fucked her with his fingers, Aelin felt like she was shattering from the inside out, ready to burst. Rowan toyed with her as she fell to pieces on his mouth, but she couldn’t last much longer.

Aelin cried out, knees buckling as shockwaves rippled through her body. He drew it out, not stopping until she went limp and muttering that she was being such a good girl and taking his fingers so well.

Rowan got up and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. She couldn’t understand what the look in his eyes meant, so Aelin pulled him in for another kiss.

This one was long and sweet, with Rowan rolling his tongue over hers like he had nowhere to go. He held her face with both hands and such care as if she was something precious, gently caressing her with his thumb. Aelin tugged on his waist, closing whatever little distance still was between them.

Instead of heating things up like she silently ordered, he rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling, and they just stayed there, silent. She didn’t know what he was thinking, but Aelin wasn’t able to think a lot herself.

She ran her hands over his chest, through his cotton shirt. How can a fully-clothed person give her a mind-blowing orgasm like this?

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Dr. Whitethorn was avoiding her.

Aelin had her suspicions when he didn’t do anything after giving her head, then didn’t show up for breakfast this morning before going to work. However, it was only confirmed when Dr. Towers commented how weird it was that he asked her intern to pick up the patient’s results at the lab.

Which meant he forgot how to send the images and his report in the new software, and printed them out instead of asking Aelin for help.

She was striding down the hospital halls, her heartbeat strong as she calculated what to say.

Rowan’s spine went rigid when she stormed in unannounced, but he still gave her a close-lipped smile.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I guess I should grow a sixth sense to know when you need help with Anne Jausten, since you’re avoiding me now.”

His face fell. “I’m not avoiding you, I’m…” he trailed, feeling the weight of her suspicious gaze. ”buying some time before we talk.”

Aelin sat on the chair beside his and crossed her arms. “Talk about what? How you fingered me into oblivion and ghosted?”

He had the gall to flush on the cheeks. “I didn’t mean to ghost you, I was just trying to sort things out by myself first because I need to be straightforward with you.” He sighed, his eyes looked pained when he said, “Last night shouldn’t have happened.”

What. Aelin blinked, thoughts frozen as her chest tightened.

He continued, ”You were hurt. Still is, probably. Angry, too. I should’ve been the one to stop, so we can just blame this on me and pretend it didn’t happen.”

“What are you talking about?” Aelin’s mouth hung open for a second, not quite understanding his train of thought. Rowan had an unannounced woman throwing herself at him in a flimsy nightgown and gave her earth-shattering oral without having a single orgasm in return. How in hell did he turn himself into the bad guy? She replied in a matter-of-fact tone, “I’m an adult too, Rowan, and I wouldn’t show up at your office half-naked if I wanted you to stop.”

He swallowed, his gaze a little too intense before he averted it. He pulled in a breath and slowly released it, his shoulders looking heavier each second. Rowan replied in a quieter voice, “Look, Aelin, I can’t be a pawn you use to get back at my daughter. I’m not saying Imogen’s right, you have every right to be mad at her, I’m just saying I have my own feelings to protect before engaging in whatever you two have going on.”

Oh. His words tied off whatever thread was tightening her chest, and now she felt it expand again, full of warmth. So that’s why he was acting weird. Rowan thought the only reason she sought him was to get back at Imogen.

Well, that was kind of true. Not completely, though.

“That’s one way to see it.” She tilted her head and ignored the way her pulse got faster. Laying all her feelings and intentions like this wasn’t what Aelin was used to doing with the guys her age, but it was better this way. “The way I see it, is that there’s this thing I’ve always wanted to do, but never did out of loyalty. But now the only tie holding me back is broken, so…” she trailed when something seemed to click inside his head, making his eyes widen.

“Are you telling me you were interested in me before it was convenient for you?”

Aelin nodded in response, trying to look earnest and not laugh at his confused face. The poor thing, so clueless of the effect he had on her.

“Huh.” Rowan frowned at Mora, the microscope, as he analyzed this new piece of information. “I hadn’t considered that.”

Unable to restrain herself, Aelin squeezed his fingers. “Well, you should.”

He slowly nodded, still quiet. It was cute to watch him like that, all flustered and not quite processing that a girl actually liked him.

Now that he knew it, she decided to give him space to mull this over. “There’s this broken monitor in the ER. I should go before Chief Salvaterre throws a hissy fit.”

“Sure.” Rowan aimed her a small smile. “See you at dinner?”

Aelin grinned, walking backwards to the door. “Or when you need help with Anne Jausten.”

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blueinsomnia · 1 year

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Fic Writer: Five Favorite Fics

Thanks for the tag @typewriteringalaxy. It’s been a while since we’ve chatted and I hope you’re doing well these days. Reading everyone’s lists has been interesting. I didn’t know you wrote a Cloak & Dagger story, so I’ll have to check that one out.

Anyway, choosing five of my favorite fics in the Firelight Stories series was hard. It was like trying to choose a favorite among my children. They’re all my favorite in one way or another, but in order to not cop out, I’m gonna narrow it down to five anyway.

Also, before I continue, I wanted to say that I really enjoyed @letters-to-rosie‘s “The Fire Next Time”. Really well done and worth a read.

Ahem, on to the main event. My top five (in no particular order).

Joint Megalomania (Ekko/Jinx, M, 26/26), - This was the first fic I had ever written and before I started, my wife told me to avoid writing it if I couldn’t finish. I promised myself that I would make it to the finish line...AND I DID! Shocked the hell outta me, but it’s a story I’m most proud of. A good bit of mystery/suspense with some cool interactions between Ekko and Jinx. A bit of angst in there, but that’s kinda par for the course for Ekko/Jinx stories, to be honest. I had no idea what the hell I was doing, but I think it turned out well in the end.

Love & Food (Ekko/Jinx, T, 9/9) - This started off as a joke about Ekko and Jinx eating pancakes. However, I suck so hard at writing comedy it didn’t turn out the way I wanted. I did enjoy the premise and thus decided to change it from a one-shot to a full-blown story. The final product is something I’m happy with and I feel like it ends on a good note. Coming up with the “dish of the week” was fun. Chef Ekko will always be cool as shit to me. The crazy thing is that this turned out to be the first long story I ever finished of ALL of my works.

An Outlaw’s Tale (Ekko/Jinx, M, one-shot) - I wanted to write a period piece with Ekko and Jinx and was stuck on what to write when my wife suggested I write a western. I had never written a western before, so I did a ton of research about the 1800s and went from there. Imagining Jinx as some badass outlaw was fun. It’s one of the few Ekko/Jinx stories I’ve written where I keep the same origin story beats from Arcane. I tried to tone down the racial issues, but it was still hard to ignore if I wanted to stay true to the time period. Not sure if that’s for everyone, but I think I handled it with a bit of tact.

The Madness of the Feeling (Ekko/Jinx, T, 3/3) - My more radical stories tend to involve Jinx for some reason and that led me to writing this one which focuses on Ekko. This story hits me the hardest, if I’m being honest with myself. I dove deep into my early relationships to craft this one and there’s something raw about it that leads to a bit of introspection. I actually crunched on this one trying to release it on Christmas Day, only to fail, because I didn’t take into account server locations. Oh well, it was fun to write and while the subject matter was a bit depressing, I love how it came together.

The Celestial in the Moonlight (Ekko/Jinx, M, 7/7) - What started off as a monster horror story that was planned for Halloween, turned into a heartfelt journey of a monster falling in love and finding her place in the world. I originally lamented the fact that I had abandoned the horror story, but as I went on, I found the new direction to be a better story. It’s also the first story I have two characters actually get married AND have the ceremony. Writing the dialogue for that was challenging. Still, kitty monster Jinx turned out to be one of my favorite depictions of her as a character. Glad I changed my mind on that one.

Honorable Mentions:

Guardians in Twilight (Ekko/Jinx, T, 6/6) - Tackling the mess that is the Star Guardian universe was challenging. I spent WAY too much time trying to connect the dots and to stay lore compliant. Not sure if I’ll do that again, even if the final product is something I’m proud of. I actually played League to research this one and I definitely won’t do that again. Gotta admit, I love the interactions between Ekko and Jinx in this one. Writing an “anime date” was definitely new for me.

Goodbye and Hello, My Friend (Ekko/Cait, M, one-shot) - I won’t say much about this one, other than it was a period piece set after World War 2 that I wrote because someone dared me to. Should I have done it? No idea, but what’s done is done and the final story turned out to be a nice commentary on soldiers putting themselves back together after the war, especially black soldiers.

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stagefoureddiediaz · 1 year

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Fuck it Friday!

Thanks for the tag @honestlydarkprincess @spotsandsocks ☺️☺️☺️

It feels very odd having actual writing to share with people rather than me just posting half finished paintings or embroideries 😂

This fic has me in its strangle hold and has gone from what I thought was going to be a fun little 20-30k 15 chapter fic to mark my entrance as a fic writer, to a full blown monster that looks like it will be closer to 100k and 30 chapters - make of that what you will!

Again it is unedited at the moment, but here is a little section from chapter two when we meet Margaret and Philip Buckley and yes they are just as terrible in my fic as they are in the show!!

As expected he was met with the unimpressed stares of both his mother and father. Daniel was nowhere to be seen and Buck assumed he was breaking his fast in his bedroom, tired out from expending his energy in attending the ball last evening. Buck perused the sideboard and selected what he wanted for breakfast before taking his seat at the centre of one side of the table, his mother at one end, with his father at the head. A servant stepped forward to serve him coffee before withdrawing back to stand next to the sideboard. Buck began to eat his selections while he waited for one of his parents to strike the first blow of their vitriol over his behaviour.

He didn’t have to wait long, he was just buttering his breakfast roll when his father turned and signalled for the servant to leave the room before turning to Buck and asking ‘what were you thinking, leaving the assembly as you did last night and walking home on foot?’ ‘Do you deliberately spend you time coming up with new ways to vex us Evan’ his mother chimed in ‘waking home in the middle of the night, you could’ve been mugged or kidnapped. you have no compassion on my nerves and no consideration for how we appear to society with you galavanting about as you do.’ Buck looked at her as she built up a head of steam, before turning back to look down at his bread roll, when she got like this it was better to let her get it all out. He was in for a long morning. 'We are here for Daniel, to improve his health, and you constantly going off without a thought for anyone. You should be focused on helping him and putting your energy into making sure he gets well. You abandoned him at the Assembly rooms - what if he had a turn?’

His parents continued to expound how much of a failure and a problem Buck was in their eyes, his mother getting increasingly distressed and her admonishing tone increasingly shrill while his father just sits there looking disappointed and displeased. ‘This is your last warning Evan’ his father finally says ‘you cannot keep behaving in this manner, distressing your mother when she has enough to worry about with Daniel. You are supposed to be here looking after him and his health while we try to fins a cure and if you can’t do that I will send you back to Boston and have you put under the care of Gerrard.’ Buck looks at his father, who returns his gaze with a hard stare and Buck knows he will make good on his threat. Mr Gerrard is his fathers steward and Buck has never liked or got on with him. A former army man, he is set in his ways with a hardline and barbaric attitude who has clipped Buck around the ear at any and all opportunities since before Buck can remember and Buck has seen him beat servants for the smallest thing. Gerrard has never had the time of day for Buck, his beady eyes always searching for any minor transgression that he can use to persuade his father of the need for punishment. He rules through fear and with the rod and Buck is fully aware that should be sent back to Boston, Gerrard would take great delight in beating Buck for any transgression, real or imagined.

‘I’m sorry’ he says, ‘I promise I’ll do better’ ‘See that you do’ His father says over his mothers sniffing. Having lost his appetite, Buck asks to leave the breakfast table and when his father nods as he returns to his newspaper Buck quickly gets up and leaves the room.

I hope you're enjoying these little snippets. I don't know when I'll post this to AO3 - it all depends on how productive i am becasue I don't want to start posting and then not be able to keep to a schedule 😬 or leave it as an unfinished fic!

Tagging anyone who has something to share this fine friday and hasn't been tagged!

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yukidragon · 2 years

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if the MC proposed instead of Jack? specifically unexpected moment (I admire you and all the content you produce)

Awww... what a cute idea. Also, thank you so much! That’s such kind praise. I’m glad you enjoy my posts! 💖

A spontaneous proposal by MC to Jack, huh? I can see it. Given how MC sometimes jokes around, I can see them throwing it out as a teasing remark, only for it to quickly spiral into a sincere proposal thanks to his guidance.

After all, his sunshine can’t joke like that around Jack. He’s going to latch onto this opportunity for sure, just like he did with Nick asking MC out.

Since I have an easier time using my version of the MC, Alice, for what ifs like this, and I used her as the example in the previous marriage ask, I think I’ll run through a short what if scenario with her and Jack.

...Well, I say short, but it bloomed into a full blown multi-page flash fic. Oops? Oh well, here’s a short story about Alice proposing to Jack on accident. It’s not going to be how Sunshine in Hell is resolved, and it’s not an outright AU for Sunshine in Another World, but I hope you enjoy it all the same.

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“We might as well get married and finally make it official.”

Alice meant it as a joke, a teasingly flippant remark amidst the friendly banter. However, no sooner did she finish speaking than the air around them changed and the laughter stopped. The shocked look on Jack’s face told her just how deep the impact her words had been on him, and she caught hints of a blush on his face that turned her own cheeks a vivid shade of pink.

It was just for a moment that Jack froze before his mind started racing. Marrying Alice… it was something he couldn’t help but dream about sometimes. He could imagine her as his bride in a beautiful wedding dress, shining as bright as the sun as they promised each other forever.

Jack would have to be an idiot to let this chance slip by.

“Why don’t we?” Jack said just as Alice had been ready to open her mouth to take back her words. She jolted a bit at the question, and he stared deeply into her beautiful wide blue eyes, willing her to feel just how much he loved her. “If you really want it, we could.”

Alice stammered for a moment, feeling like she was ready to light on fire from how hot her face had become. Suddenly the conversation had spiraled wildly out of her control. “I-I that… I didn’t mean… I was just-”

“Alice,” Jack said and the soft seriousness of his voice cut off her feeble attempts to turn her words back into a joke. He reached out to take her hands in his as his soft dark eyes stared deeply into hers. “I know we can’t legally get married… not while I’m… like this.”

Alice felt a prickling in her chest and her heart went out to Jack. They both knew that marriage couldn’t happen the way it did for other couples, not when the world didn’t even realize that he existed.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t do it,” Jack continued, his soft voice growing more resolute by the moment. “It doesn’t matter if the world understands what we have or not. What’s important is us and that we love each other.”

His gaze dipped down to their clasped hands. Her hands were so small compared to his, completely engulfed by his gloved hands. Alice didn’t draw away, but held on just as tightly with a faint tremor running through her.

“I love you so much, Alice,” Jack whispered as he turned his gaze back to her blue eyes. “If you really want it… if you want me to marry you, I will. We can hold a ceremony for just the two of us.” He leaned in a little closer to his sunshine. “After all… marriage is just a promise that we’ll be together forever.”

Things had gotten out of control, and Alice had no idea how to get the topic back on course. Why did she have to make such a stupid joke?

But… was it really a joke? Looking up into those soft eyes of his, molten and warm like honey when the light hit them, Alice couldn’t help but wonder if it was really so impossible.

Jack hesitated for a moment, biting his lower lip as he could feel her hesitation and slight panic at the direction the conversation was going. “You do want that, don’t you?”

Alice couldn’t speak right away, her thoughts a tangled swirl of logistics and worries that fought against her heart that ached with an intense want for Jack in that moment in so many ways. He looked vulnerable in that moment, almost afraid that she would insist on turning her words back into a joke, to claim that it would never happen because the world would never accept them… that the idea of them getting married was just too absurd to take seriously.

The thought made Alice’s heart twist, and her grip tightened on Jack. This wasn’t the way she wanted something like this to come out. She didn’t want to have her proposal be from a joke, but taking it back… she couldn’t do that either. The only thing she could think of was, “D-do over!”

Jack blinked, once again caught off-guard. “What?”

Alice could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She forced herself to swallow the lump that formed in her tight throat. Her palms were sweating and she felt slightly nauseated, but somehow she managed to get her voice to work. “I-I want a do over. This wasn’t how I… It was supposed to be… It’s not that I don’t! I-I mean I… do want to… I-I want to… to m-ma… ma…”

Alice had to stop for a moment to take a deep breath as her voice quaked so badly that her words were falling apart.

As Jack caught on to what was happening, he felt his pulse race with excitement. Despite this, he did his best to keep his composure and spoke in a gentle, soothing manner. “Hey, it’s okay. Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

Alice struggled to look into his gentle gaze and focused instead on their clasped hands. Jack held her so gently and began to stroke the backs of her hands with his thumbs in soothing circles. His reassurance helped her calm down a little, as well as strengthen her resolve.

After a few deep breaths, Alice straightened up as she tentatively looked into Jack’s eyes. “I… I want… to propose the right way… not because of some joke. We can’t have a wedding, b-but you at least deserve something better than… than…”

A quiet laugh escaped Jack then, and Alice faltered in her speech. “Oh, Alice. How could I ask for anyone better than you?”

Alice felt her face burn again. “Th-that’s not what I-”

“I know,” Jack chuckled before suddenly stealing a quick peck from her lips. “Don’t worry about making your proposal perfect. There’s no ‘right’ way to do these things.” He readjusted his hold on her hands so that he could bring them up to kiss the back of her wrist, sending her heart fluttering. “What’s important is that I love you, and you love me… and that we both want to be together forever.” He looked deeply into her eyes as he smiled wide and bright. “What could be more perfect than that?”

Caught speechless, Alice could only stare at Jack for a long moment in wonder. His words held a ring of truth to them, one that was hard for her to refute. Still, a small childish part of her felt a bit stubborn, wanting to do better for Jack than this. “Can… can I still have that do over?”

Jack let out another soft laugh, the sound warm and delighted. “Of course. Whatever you want, sunshine. This is our day after all.”

Alice braced herself, taking another deep breath to steady her nerves. Carefully, she pulled her hands out of his grasp, her body faintly shaking as her thoughts bounced around in her head to quickly put together a proposal that would at least feel right to her on such short notice.

“W-wait here a sec,” Alice said quickly. She didn’t give Jack a chance to respond before she darted off to the bedroom, leaving him alone on the couch.

Anticipation built with each second that Alice was gone, but Jack forced himself to remain seated. He could faintly hear her rummaging around for something. The longer he waited, the harder it was for him to fight the urge to ask if she needed help.

Eventually Alice returned, breathless with flushed cheeks. She stared at Jack from across the room and the air was charged with electricity. Neither of them spoke as the weight of the moment settled in.

Finally, Alice moved closer, her steps shaky but steady until she finally came to a halt in front of Jack. It was strange to be looking down at him for a change, but the view quickly switched back to its usual orientation as she got down on one knee.

The motion surprised Jack despite the situation. “Wait, Alice, you don’t have to-”

“I want to,” Alice cut in as she got into the proper position. Though there was a faint tremor to her voice, her eyes were bright, fierce with determination despite the fear that welled in her chest.

At that moment, Jack couldn’t help but think of just how beautiful she was.

Alice took a deep breath then began. “Jack, I… I’m not good with words sometimes… There’s so much I want to say about how much you mean to me…. about how happy you make me and how glad I am to have you in my life. I just…” She hesitated for a moment as she tried to sort her thoughts quickly. “I-I want to thank you for so much… I know I should’ve planned this out first or at least talked about this or something, and I don’t have a ring but…”

With another deep breath, Alice pulled something out of her pocket and held it up to Jack. Cradled delicately in her palm was a pendant made from glass containing a pressed blue rose on a platinum chain. “I-I have this.”

Jack took a moment to admire the unique piece of jewelry and dared to speak. “It’s beautiful.”

“Wh-when my mom proposed to my dad, she gave him a bouquet of blue roses that she grew for him,” Alice explained with a shaky voice. “She preserved and saved them and made them into necklaces when me and my siblings were born. It… it means a lot to me, a-and I want you to have it because I… I want us to be together forever. I really do.”

Jack could feel the weight of the tiny piece of jewelry without even touching it, and the meaning behind it as well as her sincere love for him squeezed his heart so tightly that words failed him for once.

“Jack, I love you,” Alice whispered. “Will you marry me?”

The question came out so faint, her voice weak and cracking at the edges, but those words were all Jack could hear.

“Yes, Alice, I will,” he said with misty eyes, his smile so dazzling that it outshone the sun. “I’ll marry you.” A tear slipped free and ran down his painted cheek. “Of course I’ll marry you. I love you so much.”

Alice barely had time to let out a sigh of relief before Jack scooped her up into his arms. A squeak escaped her as she suddenly found herself straddling his lap, but the sound was cut short as his lips found hers in a blazing kiss that sent heat down throughout her body.

When they parted, breathless and with flushed faces, Jack leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers as he gazed deeply into those beautiful blue eyes that enchanted him from the first moment he laid eyes on them. “Alice… that proposal was perfect.”

Alice almost looked away, her blush creeping down her neck and tinting her ears. “I-I’m glad.”

Maybe it wasn’t the way Alice always dreamed it would go, but somehow it was better this way, she mused in retrospect. Jack appeared in her life so suddenly and changed her life so completely in a single day that it was almost fitting that their proposal would be just as spontaneous.

Still, she hoped that nothing unexpected happened when they made their vows.

Alice didn’t have any time to consider the logistics of the actual wedding before Jack suddenly rose to his feet as he swept her into a bridal carry. She squeaked at the sudden shift in position and the fact that he was carrying her back to the bedroom.

“Why don’t you let me take charge from here, sunshine?” Jack suggested, a sly crook coming to his smile. “I want to show you just how much I love you, and how happy I am that you proposed to me.”

All Alice could manage was another squeak and a timid nod. Something about the fire in his eyes told her that they weren’t going to get much sleep tonight.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask #My Writing

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the-iridescent-phoenix · 4 years

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Anointed

Soooo...... this is a thing lol

This all comes from me watching Blaqk Audio’s music video Anointed and my mind just running wild with a headcanon for the videos story. Originally, I was never going to write it out, let alone post it for everyone to see, but after talking with a few friends here in a discord group chat, and them encouraging me to actually write it, I went ahead and made this (thanks again guys!).

Just a bit of a warning, this is long as hell, so im putting the whole thing under a ‘read more’ feature. Hopefully it actually works on mobile as well as desktop.

Also, please do not post this anywhere without my consent. I worked extremely hard on this and it would really suck to see anyone put this anywhere and claim it as their own...

Enjoy!

April 7th, 1981

“Are you sure this thing is stable enough?”

Jade turned around in his seat crossing his arms to look at his friend. Davey sat on the sofa in the small room, picking at his cuticles. Jade took a deep breath and sighed, leaning forward putting his elbows on his knees. “Positive. Everything ran smoothly yesterday when you went in during alpha one, and there weren’t any issues with getting you out. We’ll have the same outcome today,” Jade reassured, turning back to the screen he was previously working on, “I just need to finish setting a few things up and we’ll be good to go.”

Something just didn’t feel right...

Davey decided to distract himself and walked around the room. Why did we choose to set everything up in here? Davey pondered. The room was barely big enough to fit all the computer monitors, the wires, and the large wooden table in the middle of the room. He picked a book up off of the side of the table near the window. The cover read Blaqk Audio: Anointed Handbook and had a blue squared pattern that their company, Two Kings Entertainment, use in their products. “Please put that book down, I’d hate to lose it should anything go awry.” Jade stated, not looking away from the computer screen as he entered more codes. Davey quickly placed the book back down on the table, looking outside at the many buildings of downtown Los Angeles.

The sun was just starting to set, the sky a beautiful deep orange. Watching the city his mind started to drift. What if this is a mistake? What if the computers crash and I get stuck in there? Would Jade be able to fix the computers to get me out? Davey took a deep breath and and ran his fingers through his curly dark hair. No. I have to trust him. Like Jade had said earlier, Davey went into the program just yesterday with no problems, what good will it do to freak out now, especially since they are so close to the finish line? This will change the way people interact with technology forever. We could make history. Jade and I will be making history together. We can do this.

Jade leaned back in his chair, his arms stretching up above his head. He looks back at the computer monitor with a lopsided grin. Jade turns around, “Dave?,” he turns away from the window with a quirked brow, “We’re ready to go when you are.” Davey drew a deep breath, the butterflies in his stomach coming back, nodding. Jade stood up and walked around the table to pick up a strap for Davey’s arm. Jade turned around as Davey moved closer, sticking his arm out. “You remember what to do?” Jade questioned, securing the piece of equipment. “Stand still, close my eyes, and relax,” Davey recalled, “the computers will do the rest.” Jade snapped his fingers and pointed. Once the strap was secure, Jade walked to the windows and closed the shades, then sat in front of the monitors.

“10,” he pulled the keyboard closer, “9,” then pushed a button under the screen in the middle, “8,” a box popped up on the screen, “7,” he types in BLAQK AUDIO, “6,” Jade glanced up at Davey, “5,” they nod to each other, “4,” Jade looks back to the screen,

“3,” Davey closes his eyes,

“2,” deep breath,

“1,” Jade presses ‘Enter’.

‘ACCEPTED’ flashes across the screen. In an instant, Davey feels a tingling go up his arm that quickly spreads through his whole body. Jade looks up from the screen just in time to see Davey completely disappear and the arm strap fall to the floor. Jade takes a deep breath and looks to the screen on his right. There he is. On the screen, Davey was on a plain white background, wearing a white suit just like yesterday, looking around. Jade turns his head to the monitor in front of him and starts up the virtual world Davey will be entering. Soon enough, an overhead view of a blue boxy New York City landscape appeared on screen, slowly zooming in on what seems to be an unconscious Davey. A box that reads ‘Communication’ appears on the monitor to Jade’s left, as he reaches to the keyboard connected to that computer to type ‘WAKE UP’, hitting ‘Send’.

There’s a buzzing in Davey’s pants pocket as he opens his eyes. He sits up, looking around and sees the blue boxy city he and Jade were programming. It worked, he thinks to himself, I’m actually in the virtual world! There’s another buzz followed immediately by him standing up. Confused, Davey reaches into his pocket and pulls out a communication device about the size of a calculator. On it, it reads ‘WAKE UP’ and ‘STAND UP’. His brows drew together as he attempted to type a response in, but the buttons were not working. Davey huffs in frustration. Still holding the device, he looks up and calls out, “Jade, I think the communications and actions requests are interconnected because I’m pretty sure you just controlled what I did,” he looks back down to the device in his hand, “also, this thing still isn’t working.”

Jade leans back in his chair crossing his arms. He can hear Davey clearly, but why isn’t the device still not working? Jade makes a mental note to work on that later. He leans forward and types in ‘WHAT’S IT LIKE IN THERE?’ hitting ‘Send’. Jade watches Davey on the screen read the message then look around some more. “It doesn’t feel much different from the real world. The only true difference are the buildings and ground, which, I think we should start working on the graphics for, tomorrow.” Jade hums in agreement when an idea pops into his mind. ‘CHECK THIS OUT’.

The device buzzes in Davey’s pocket and he checks it, reading the message Jade sent. He puts it back and waits to see just what he’s going to do. Suddenly, he feels a tingling sensation, similar to when he was first brought into the program, in both his arms. He lifts his arms up in front of him and they start to glow a light blue color, his eyes widening in surprise. He’s about to say something when a flash of white catches his attention from the corner of his eye. He looks over dumbfounded.

There stood a young girl, who couldn’t have been much older than her mid twenties, in a long white dress, with pale skin and dark, shoulder length hair. Above her there was a strange grey object floating around resembling a tear drop. The object flies away from her, zipping around the various buildings, then halting near Davey. He looks back at the object, feeling the device in his pocket buzz twice in quick succession signaling that Jade has just sent two messages. When Davey looked back at the girl, she seemed to be staring right at him, her hair flowing around her, as if there was a soft breeze blowing by.

Jade watches as the floating object moves between the two of them, just as it and the girl start to glitch and disappear. He leans forward with his hands on either side of the monitor, attempting to get a better view at what’s happening. Suddenly, the ground beneath Davey starts to move like waves in the ocean. Jade picks up the blue book and paces around the room, quickly flipping through the pages to find out who or what that girl is and why the ground was acting in such an odd way. When he looks back at the monitor, Davey looks to be to glitching himself as he appears to be transported to a different area of the world. “What the hell?!”, Jade exclaims as he darts back to the keyboard, his fingers flying over the buttons to get him back to the map. This is not right, this should not be happening! The codes he’s entering aren’t working. He reaches to the keyboard to his left and quickly sends ‘GET OUT OF THERE’ ‘GET OUT’.

Everything seems to go back to normal as Davey is returned to the original map. Jade looks to the monitor on his right, gripping the sides as he looks over Davey’s model. Everything seemed to be fine with that, as he leaned back and pushed a strand of hair out of his face. Jade looks back to the monitor screen in front of him and notices something odd. Davey now has a slight blueish tint to his model. He sends two quick messages, ‘THAT WAS TOO CLOSE’ ‘WE SHOULD HAVE NEVER DONE THIS’. I should have listened to him, Jade runs his hands over his face, I need to get him out. Now. Just as he looks back to the screen in front of him, Davey turns around and the girl and the tear shaped object are back, except now, the girl is floating.

Davey is stunned. What the fuck just happened? Where am I? Who is this girl? His mind is running a mile a minute as the girl and the object float closer. He tries to run away, to reach into his pocket to read what Jade has sent him, but he can’t seem to get himself to move. Instead, his arm raises up without him even meaning to. The girl puts her arm out, as her chilling, smooth voice whispers a single word,

“Rise...”

The next thing he knows, his arms are lifting up to his sides and he starts to float. He feels the device in his pocket buzz multiple times as he starts to glitch again.

Jade is starting to panic. He tries once more to get into contact with Davey, sending two final messages, ‘IM SHUTTING IT DOWN’, ‘GET BACK ON THE GROUND. RIGHT. NOW.’. He starts entering the coding to get Davey out, deciding for the both of them to scrap everything and never attempt any of this again. The monitor on his right seems to vibrate, but that could just be his mind playing tricks on him. The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, making him whip his head around, just barely catching a glimpse of his friend behind him. A sigh of relief. It’s working! Jade thinks to himself. He’s almost gotten him out and they can soon put this nightmare behind them!

When he looks back at the monitor, he sees Davey back in the white room, the girl standing in front of him. She steps closer, holding a small bowl and dips her thumb in. No no no no no! Jade is frozen, too shocked to move. He looks around them and notices they are surrounded by other people, wearing all black and what seems to be gas masks, their eyes glowing. She places her hand on the side of his face, her deep brown eyes bore into Davey’s own, tracing a symbol onto his forehead. The symbol starts to glow as the girl disappears once again, leaving Davey with the people with the glowing eyes.

The screen changes, flashing ‘SYSTEM OVERLOAD’ across the screen. Red electricity dances around the edges of the screen.

ZAP!

Jade cries out, the electricity shocking him as he stands up. His arms start to tingle, as they start to glow red and disappear, his whole body glitching as he, too, disappears. Jade is suddenly inside the white room, where he looks to his right and sees Davey standing next to him. They both look forward to see the floating object a few feet away from them.

On the outside, the girl has appeared where Jade was previously standing, now having enough strength and power to form her own physical body in the real world. She fixes her hair and looks around, spotting the monitor in the middle still flashing ‘SYSTEM OVERLOAD’. She notices a button right below the screen and presses it, shutting the computers down with a satisfied smirk on her face, effectively trapping the two men inside the computers. I need to get rid of these things, she thought to herself, I cannot risk them getting out and throwing me back in there. She decides to gather everything up and toss it into the dumpster behind the apartment building, walking away with her head held high.

~~~~~

April 15th, 2021

The obnoxious ringing of her phone wakes her up. Groaning, she takes her pillow and buries her head underneath it, attempting to drown out the loud call. The ringing stops, to which she breathes a sigh of relief, taking her head out from under her pillow, deciding to get a few more minutes of shut eye. She’s just found a comfortable position when her phone starts to ring again, making her grab her phone and answer without at the screen looking. “Hello?” she mumbles into the phone, her face still buried into her pillow.

“Claire! It’s twelve in the afternoon, where are you?” Alex, Claire’s sister, questions. Claire sits up, looking at her phone screen, her eyes wide. She puts her phone on speaker. “Alex, I’m on my way right now,” she responds, putting her phone down on her dresser, “is dad’s garage sale going on?”

“Yeah, it is, but we really need some help,” Alex replies exasperated, “who would’ve thought so many people would want all this junk?” Claire chuckles. Alex never really had much of a filter to what she said. If she felt a certain way about something, she was going to let you know, a trait Claire wished she had. She pulls on a pair of dark jeans and a grey v- neck t-shirt, brushing her crimson hair back into a ponytail. “Oh come on, not all of what dad has is junk.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot that you actually like old knickknacks,” Alex teased. Clairee can almost imagine her rolling her eyes with a smirk.

“Ok, Alex,” she says sarcastically, putting her converse on, “well, I’m on my way right now. I’ll be there in a few.”

~~~~~

When Claire arrives, she instantly sees Alex, her pink and blue ombré hair making her easy to spot. She makes her way over just as she finishes with a customer.

“About time you showed up!” Alex proclaimed sarcastically, pulling Claire into a hug. “Yeah, yeah, what do you need help with?” “We need an extra set of eyes here to make sure no one’s trying to take anything without buying it.” Seems easy enough, Claire thought.

~~~~~

As the day comes to a close, Claire is already at her wits end. “Why do so many feel the need to try and take shit without actually buying it?” Claire grumbled aloud, helping to pack everything up, “It’s not like you jacked the price way up.”

“Probably because we didn’t have more than the three of us here to monitor everything,” Saul, Alex and Claire’s father, replied, “more people showed up than expected.” He looked to his left biting the inside of his cheek, deep in thought.

“Is everything alright?” “I’m just not sure what to do with those computers over there,” Claire followed his gaze and saw three sets of old computers, “I’ve had those for so long and never could figure out how to get them working properly. I’d hate to throw them in a dumpster as I found them, ‘specially since they’re still in good condition.”

“I mean... I could always take it off your hands?” Claire offered. Like Saul, Claire has always had an interest in computers and technology, especially these specific computers. From an early age she would sit with her father while he tried to get these computers to work, helping him plug wires in and unscrew the backs of the monitors to see if anything was broken. There’s so much mystery surrounding the computers that she never could just let it go and move on. She needed to know more.

“I have the space for it.” She shifted her weight and crossed her arms, still looking at the box of monitors and wires, and who knows what. “I can’t ask you to do that, Claire. ” “Your not asking me to do anything. You know that I’m just as interested in these computers as you are.”

Saul thought it over. After a few moments he spoke up. “Alright, you can take it, but I’m not letting you pay for it.”

“But-“

“You know he’s not gonna change his mind!” Alex called from across the driveway, already closing the boxes to pack into Claire’s car. “She’s right, you know?,” Saul chuckled, making his way to the car to load the boxes.

~~~~~~

Claire was now back home and trying to plug in the computers, getting frustrated with the tangled wires. She has always liked to keep wires neat and orderly, but it looked like Saul had just thrown them into the box, everything looking like a mess of Christmas lights when they’re thrown into a bin for storage. Once the wires were sorted and plugged in, she sat down in front of one of the monitors and started it up. On the screen, an old theater with Two Kings Entertainment on the front appeared on the screen, in association with Blaqknoise presents... slowly being written out in purple cursive across the screen. The words started to glow and the screen went black, Blaqk Audio: Anointed in boxy bold letters appeared on the blank screen with a box and text that read ‘Please enter code to get started’.

“Where have I seen that name before...,” she mumbled to herself. She leaned back in her chair as she tried to remember. While she sat, she could’ve sworn she heard faint voices coming from the computer, mixing with the familiar guitar tone playing. Suddenly, she remembered. A few months ago she bought a blue book from an old thrift shop that had the same words on the screen, on the cover. She got up and retrieved it, flipping through the pages until she landed on the page that read ‘Start’. Her blue eyes scanned over the page until she found what she needed, typing it in then hitting ‘Enter’.

‘WELCOME’ appeared on screen. A blue boxy city appeared, zooming in on two men who were looking around, clearly confused. They were both wearing black suits, the only difference between the two being that one had a tie and the other didn’t.

Is this some sort of game?, Claire wondered, Is this the character select screen? She turned on the screens on either side of her, the one on her right showing the two men in a plain white room, wearing white suits, and the screen to her left showing a chat box, with the previous conversation still there. On the screen to her right, she could get a better look at them, first looking at the man without a tie on. He had straight, short, ashy brown-red hair that swept off to the side of his face. He had a slightly round face and brown downturned eyes. The two men were around the same height, the one on the right lankier than the other. She turns her attention to the one with a tie. He had dark brown, almost black, curly hair. He had a thin diamond shaped face and brown almond-shaped eyes. Something that Claire found odd was that they didn’t seem to have names.

A faint voice pulls her from her thoughts. She looks around, trying to find the source of the sound. She hears the voice once more, looking to the monitor in front of her. The man with the ashy brown hair is calling out. Claire raises the volume, her heart pounding when she hears what’s being said. “Is anyone there? Can you hear us? Davey, check the device, have they sent anything?”

Claire is in shock. She watches as Davey reaches into his pocket and pull out a small box. He looks up sighing. “Listen, if you’re there can you just send something already so that we know we’re not finally going crazy?”

Claire immediately turned to the monitor on her left, frantically typing and sending ‘YES IM HERE’. She looks back at the screen in the middle and sees them jump and look at the small device. Their eyes widened as they looked at each other. She reaches over and sends them another message. ‘WHO ARE YOU GUYS? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?’.

They look at the new message, still in shock. Davey clears his throat. “I’m Davey, and my friend here is Jade,” Davey stammered, looking to his friend, “we’re computer engineers. We were working on the computers you’re sitting in front of right now.”

“We were designing a new piece of technology that would allow oneself to enter virtual worlds,” Jade added, “we got stuck here after a run in with what we could only assume was a virus. What year is it?”

Claire snapped out of her trance, quickly sending them an answer and watches as their jaws drop. Davey screwed his eyes shut, turning his head away. “You mean to tell me we’ve been stuck in here for forty years...?” Jade breathed, his voice wavering. They all sat in silence, processing everything that’s just occurred. After a few moments of silence, Jade looked back up. “Can you tell us your name?”

She sends them her name and waits. Jade chuckles, looking up with a small smile. “Well, thank you Claire,” he acknowledged, “I know we’ve just met, and I know you’re confused about all of this, but are you willing to help us get out of here?” Claire is just about to respond when Davey speaks up.

“What’s the point? It’s been forty years we’ve been here, what makes you think we’re getting out now?” Davey challenged.

“Davey-“

“Do you even have any experience with computer hardware and coding?” They both look back at the device, waiting for her response. Claire bit her lip and reached over. ‘NO. I DIDNT STUDY THIS BACK IN COLLEGE.’ Davey chuckles darkly. ‘BUT IF YOU BOTH TAKE THE TIME TO EXPLAIN EVERYTHING TO ME I AM MORE THAN WILLING TO HELP YOU’.

“This will only be a lost cause,” he argued, “why don’t you just go get another computer engineer to help?”

“What is this guys problem?” She wondered aloud to herself, her annoyance growing.

‘DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO GO TO SOMEONE AND RISK THEM TURNING ME AWAY? FOR ALL WE KNOW THEY WOULD THINK THAT THIS IS AN ELABORATE COMPUTER GAME’.

‘FACE IT. I AM YOUR BEST BET AT GETTING BACK TO THE REAL WORLD BUT IF YOURE GOING TO CONTINUE BEING AN ASS I HAVE NO PROBLEM SHUTTING THIS DOWN AND LEAVING YOU HERE FOR ANOTHER FORTY YEARS’. She leans back and huffs. Sure, Claire feels horrible threatening to leave them to wait even longer, but she has to get them, more specifically this Davey guy, to cooperate.

Davey’s mouth snapped shut as Jade stared anxiously at him, waiting for his response. Silence falls between the three of them.

“Fine,” he looks back up, “we’ll help you understand the ins and outs of this program.” Jade and Claire breathed a sigh of relief.

‘THEN LETS GET STARTED’.

#blaqk audio #anointed fic #I’m not sure if I’ll continue this and make it a full blown fic #but I am so extremely proud of myself #for writing and posting this

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msmarvelwrites · 3 years

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Eat It Up

Summary: Bucky imagines a family with you, whether you like it or not.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: oof... Explicit sexual content, breeding kink, oral (f receiving), Dub-con, cum eating, cum sharing...

Word Count: 1.3k

Authors Note: Thank you to @sweeterthanthis & @the-iceni-bitch for all your help with beta and edits, I really lost myself in this one. This fic contains dub-con, and though it's tagged as a warning, this your friendly safe sex bestie here to remind you: consent is sexy, in real life we could make sure all people participating in the sex are comfortable, and condoms are for everyone. Wrap it up baby. Special thank you to @remmiesour for requesting “Bucky watching you with your niece” I’m sorry I made it kinky 😂 you know how I feel about kids 🤢

His heart hammered in his chest, watching your small hands as you spun your niece around the room. The smile blooming from your lips, lighting up the small apartment and washing over him like a warm bath. Bucky couldn't explain it, the way his cheeks flushed when you brought your little niece home. But since you did, he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

There may have been a moment when Bucky thought he wanted kids; maybe before the war, when things were simpler. But he wasn't the same man he was then. The idea of something so fragile in his hands made him shiver. He could never trust himself with such a delicate heart.

And yet, night after night, you trusted him with yours.

The way you let him in, giving yourself fully, even when he knew he didn't deserve it. So perhaps it was the prospect of starting a family that had him blushing… But the image of you, legs wide open for him, body shivering as he pumped you full of his seed. He couldn't shake the thought of you ripe with his child, tits throbbing and aching for his mouth.

Bucky throbbed at the vision of him later tonight. Holding you down as he stuffed you full, not letting you move until he was sure his come had soaked up into you.

He couldn't take it. And it was growing harder and harder to conceal the effect the daydream had on him. So the moment you sent your niece home, Bucky was on you. He had you on the counter top in seconds, your panties thrown across the kitchen with little care when they landed in the dishwasher.

“Buck, what has gotten into you?” You squealed, throwing your head back to accommodate his lips on your neck. Bucky growled against your skin, ripping your jeans opened as he began fumbling with his own belt.

“You're so good. So good, Doll. Fuck, I gotta’ feel you.” Bucky moaned, his lips melting with yours as he tasted you. You moaned into his mouth, the chaste kiss not nearly long enough as he found that sweet spot behind your ear and sucked.

You whimpered, spreading your legs wider to accommodate his broad form, hands eagerly pulling at the collar of his shirt.

You and Bucky had been at this game for months now, but this felt different. More urgent. But with his eyes lust blown and tongue sweeping across his bottom lip, how were you to deny him.

You suppressed a moan as he pulled himself from the confines of his jeans, his bulging red tip shimmering with precome.

“B-bucky. Do you have a- oh,” You were cut off by your sergeant’s cock piercing your lips and sinking deep inside, your walls fluttering around him. You gasped, hands steadying yourself on his soldier’s shoulders as all thoughts of contraceptive melted from your mind. How could you think of anything when Bucky was rolling his hips against you like that.

“Fuck, youre so tight, baby. So good to me.” Bucky hummed in your ear, thrusting deeper until his cock began to kiss your cervix, the pleasure mixed with pain pulling a gargled moan from your lips. “You want daddy to fuck your little cunt?”

His words halted you for a moment, pressing your palms against his chest and pushing him back a little to assess his face. You and Bucky definitely had your kinks, his vibranium arm being at the top of that list, but this was a new one.

“Daddy?”

“That's right baby.” Bucky growled, unaware you were even questioning him as he continued his assault, his eyes too focused on watching his cock disappear inside of your dripping core.

“Gonna’ fill you up so good.” He growled, the animosity in his tone causing you to shiver, a little overwhelmed by how violently he was dominating you, holding you down with a ferocity you seldom saw without asking for. “Not gonna’ stop until you're nice and stuffed. You like that, Doll?”

You could only nod your head, unsure of what exactly had gotten into him but not really able to object. His grip on your hips was unwavering as his cock began to throb inside of you. He was close, you could feel it.

“That’s it, taking me so well. That’s it, gonna’ make such a good mommy, aren't ya?”

“Y-you’re not w-wearing a- fuck,” You whined, desperate to remind Bucky of how dangerous a situation you both were in. You weren't exactly sure how the serum would have affected his ability to… procreate- but you weren't exactly eager to find out. “Bucky- please. Pull out, I can't-”

With a roar, Bucky came undone. His hips bucked deep inside of you as you felt his come leak down your legs. You gasped, unable to hold back your distress as he slipped from your used hole, his warm spend leaking between your legs.

“Fuck.” Your eyes blew open wide, stomach fluttering as panic and confusion washed over you. Hands still gripping his shoulder, you pant, trying to bring yourself back down from your high and make sense of Bucky’s pure disregard. “What the hell is wrong with you!?”

Bucky only responded with a lazy grin on his swollen lips, urging you to push him back a few paces. You could feel your anger bubbling, tears bringing your eyes as you let out a frustrated sob. You weren't sure if it was his direct defiance or how close you were to orgasm before he ruined your chances, but you were close to storming out.

But before you had a chance, Bucky was on his knees before you, tongue feverishly dipping between your sloppy folds. He looked up at you, eyes wide as he lapped at your core, a mixture of yourself and his cum coating his lips.

You had to physically suppress the shiver that the grotesque image struck within you. Hands, gripping the edge of the countertop, you whined, desperate for more.

“I’m so sorry, Doll.” He hummed against your inner thigh, tongue darting back inside of you ate his spend from your cunt. With his nose brushing against your swollen clit, you get out a hushed whimper, your legs tangling around his shoulders.

“I’ll fix it.” he promises as he mercilessly continues to consume you.

Your fingers lock into the short hair on the back of his neck as he doubles down his efforts, index finger slipping into your core as he lapped at the mess he had made. You could feel the coil building in your stomach, the vision of Bucky between your legs, tongue coated in his pleasure into it all became too much.

Toes curling and body vibrating your legs snap against Bucky’s head, but he doesn't stop until you're screaming his name like a prayer. With a final broken sob, you fall apart, your own orgasm spilling against his tongue as he laps you up, eager and desperate to make you his.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, hammering so hard you swear he could hear it. And it was quite possible he could with the cruel smirk playing on his swollen lips. You didn't understand it, the way your body buzzed with adrenaline, body trembling with fear and something swirling in your belly that you couldn't quite place.

“Come here, sweet girl.” Buck hummed, your ecstasy coating his swollen lips. You shook your head, a shaky breath tumbling from your mouth as Bucky grabbed your jaw, his cool metal fingers forcing your lips apart.

“Next time you're going to sit with me deep inside of you. But tonight you’re gonna’ swallow every last drop.” Before you could stop, the salty tang of his spend hit your tongue, choking you as it seeped down your throat. “That’s a good girl. You wanted this, remember?”

You could only nod your head, the mixture of yourself and him coating your lips as tears welled in your eyes. Though you didn't recognize the dark stranger looming over your used form, you couldn't help but tremble, eager for ‘next time.’

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes

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todoscript · 4 years

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monopolize

SUMMARY: Having realized Bakugou and Midoriya’s infatuation with you, Shouto decides to make a firm point at showing that you’re his and his alone.

pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader (feat. bakugou katsuki & midoriya izuku)

genre: smut. slight angst. pro hero au.

word count: 8.0k+

warnings: 18+. characters are aged up. dominant!shouto. possessive!shouto. (!!!)coercion. exhibitionism. bondage (kinda). slight degradation. praising. squirting. humiliation (bakugou & midoriya receiving).

author’s note: so the idea for this fic came to me one day while i was studying chemistry and it kinda got out of hand the moment i started writing it...haha, oops... but anyway, shoutout to rosie ( @shoutogepi ) for listening to me ramble about this and encouraging me to write this shit, love you lots babe! <333 also a reminder to please look over the warnings before proceeding, thank you!!!

If your open jaw is not enough to emphasize your shock, then the bag that hits the floor after escaping your grasp does that job for you. It also alerts the three existing presences in the room of your arrival, to which all eyes maneuver to the door of your shared bedroom, witnessing your appalled state at what is lying in wake.

Lounging on the futon, Shouto breaks your awed silence. “Welcome home, love,” he greets, warmly as per usual whenever he arrives home from work before you do.

You’re utterly surprised by how indifferent he sounds despite the two additional faces in the room. After all, it’s not every day you’d ever expect the Pro Number One and Two heroes to be here in your very bedroom, bound by what you have to assume is your boyfriend’s ice.

Unsure how to go about your reply, you instead opt to slowly walk into the room, assessing the situation. Your wary gaze darts between the angry red eyes of Bakugou Katsuki and the strained green ones of Midoriya Izuku. “I... U-Um… Shouto? What is all of this? What are Midoriya and Bakugou doing here?” You finally manage to address the elephant in the room, yet Shouto does not tackle your questions with as much haste as you are hoping.

He gets up from the bed to meet you in the middle, gathering you in his arms before his lips find your temple—the kiss he presses soft and tender, but the fact that there are two other pairs of eyes glancing over at you from such a compromising position warms your cheeks buried in his chest.

You don’t catch how Bakugou practically wrenches at the sight while Midoriya turns away, abashed. There’s hurt discerned in their expressions that can only be akin to pure jealousy. But you don’t know that. Well, not yet anyway.

“Let me explain, love,” Shouto starts, his voice a meager space away from your ear that he tucks a hair behind, “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed or not, but are you aware that these two both—”

“That’s it! I don’t have to stay here and listen to this crap!” Bakugou’s loud voice bursts out, cutting the rest of Shouto’s words short just before they fall to your ear. Watching as a fever of energy begins emitting from Bakugou’s palms trapped in the ice, the dual-haired hero quickly acts by erecting another glacier to impede the blonde’s abilities, effectively keeping him trapped there. Bakugou can only grit his teeth as he remains bound. Meanwhile, you gape at the lengths Shouto goes to prevent these two renowned heroes from leaving this space.

The chill that diffuses throughout the atmosphere of the room pairs fittingly with the frigid stare Shouto points at your guests. Ensuring the cold doesn’t affect you, he regulates your temperatures with his fire side while your body is still pressed against him before continuing. “As I was saying, these two men in front of you both harbor the same feelings for you as I do,” Shouto says. You slightly turn to meet his heterochromatic gaze with confusion written on your face, unsure what his words exactly imply.

Reading this, Shouto’s hand at your waist travels to your nape. “I’m sure you must have realized it by now, love... The way their touches linger on you for far longer than necessary whenever you meet them...” His calloused hand rubs at the back of your neck, the other traveling up your chest that yields a strained noise from your mouth.

“Or how they flirt with you whenever you visit my agency while they’re there, thinking I don’t notice. Telling you how good you look or how pretty you are.” His words meld into your skin as his lips meet below your jawline, the sensation of his nibbles manifesting your noises into frail moans that lights blushes in your spectators’ cheeks. All attempts at disregarding those cases as friendly compliments are hindered when your attention is captured by Shouto’s wandering hands and hypnotizing voice.

“Though I wholeheartedly agree with every statement, I think it’s only right of me—your boyfriend—to be a little concerned when they’re always giving you those looks.”

You bite your lip in hopes of suppressing the next noise that threatens to spill from your mouth before curiosity overtakes you. “What looks?” you pry yet not entirely ready for the answer. Shouto breaths in closely next to your ear, voice guttural and full of weight.

“Like they want to fuck you.”

His claims have your eyes blown out wide, timbre compelling goosebumps across your skin at something so vulgar departing his mouth. You try to muster out a comprehensible thought for the sake of the two heroes, but the words are drawn back in your throat. Shouto catches your guarded look.

“Now, don’t go saying they’re just being friendly with you, baby. I mean look at them. Are those the faces of two men who just want to be friends with you?”

The air has suddenly grown tense, the tension so taut it could be cut with a butter knife. Hesitantly, you shift to meet Bakugou and Midoriya’s eyes to gauge a response from them. To your surprise, all you can perceive are the sheer expressions of shame painted on their faces—red smearing their cheeks with humiliation as they can’t help but glance at anywhere else but you.

“Well?” Shouto chimes in after you’ve fully grasped the reality of the situation.

Peering into his icy heterochromatic eyes, you gulp. You know you have no right to be lying to his face, no matter how much you insist it isn’t so.

“N-No,” you admit.

A grin curves on his lips before he kisses your cheek.

“Mm, smart girl.”

Despite you waving your white flag, Shouto doesn’t stop his touches from wandering your body. He palms at sensitive areas that leave you burning. Those whimpers you’ve desperately tried to conceal unfetter from your lips when his hands inch upon skin hidden beneath your clothing. His touches are firm with a mixture of warmth and coolness that has you holding your breath. The sensations cloud your thoughts, making you forget where you are as the other presences in the room now in the back of your mind.

Midoriya and Bakugou can’t bring themselves to look anymore—can’t bear to gaze at such intimacy they can never hope to attain. Especially when your cute noises leave a twitch in their pants, a feeling they fail to cast off in shame.

“Todoroki... you made your point, now please let us out of this ice,” Midoriya says through his dry lips. Though the verdant-haired hero knows he could free himself on his own with his strength, if Shouto has anything to say about it, he’d just conjure another pillar of ice as quickly as a snap of a finger to replace the shattered ones. Considering that’s what he’s done to keep the two of them from leaving thus far.

“You can’t be fucking serious about leaving us here, Icy-Hot,” Bakugou adds with far more hostility in his tone as he shoots a glare at the red and white-haired man.

The reminder that the top two Pro Heroes are still present in the same room as you while Shouto trails his large hands at every expanse of bare flesh he can find delivers a jolt of embarrassment throughout your body. Embarrassment that somehow kindles a lick of heat in your abdomen.

“On the contrary, this is only part one of what I have in store for you two tonight,” Shouto says, lips playing on the fine line of a smirk. “In fact, I plan on ingraining in your very minds that my love belongs to me and only me by making you two watch her come undone on my cock.”

There’s disbelief throughout the room, trying to comprehend the lengths behind his words.

“W-Wait, are we really doing this in front of them?” you sputter.

“If you’re that uncomfortable about this love, then I’ll simply leave them in this room and fuck you in the next one so they can at least hear every little thing I’m doing to you,” he offers, tone descending multiple steps that rack shivers down your skin as he circles your body, standing chest to your back.

“But having an audience entices you, doesn’t it? After all, look at how wet you are.” He hooks an arm below your leg, lifting it slightly so his free hand can slip into your panties beneath your skirt, no longer blocked by your thighs clenching together. You find yourself winding an arm behind his neck to keep balance. Your eyes shut tight from both mortification and pleasure at how he strokes your slit in front of the two heroes. Sure enough, there’s an abundant amount of slick gathered at your center, the shameful squelching at your throbbing cunt not eluding anyone’s ears in the room.

“Mmm, already such a drenched fucking mess. It’s like the fact that all three of us lust for you makes you even wetter,” he whispers into your ear like a red-winged devil professing your sins to you—sins you should feel disgraceful for, yet you can’t help the exhilaration simmering in your chest. After all, having three powerful, attractive men vying for your attention is nothing short of every girl’s dream. To deny the effects this has on your body would only add dishonesty to your list of sins. Shouto takes your silence as confirmation.

Parting from your panties, he reveals his fingers coated in your shiny essence to everyone in the room. Bakugou and Midoriya water at the sight, groans stifled under their breaths as the many nights of dreaming about how sweet you taste come back to hit them all at once. The saccharine dripping between your thighs is so close, and yet so far as Shouto remains firm on his word about keeping them bound throughout his show of dominance.

Though driven in such compromising circumstances, the two Pro Heroes can’t find it within themselves to tear their eyes away from you. Perhaps in actuality, a deep, dark longing inside them secretly confesses to wanting to watch you unravel amidst the throes of pleasure, even if your undoing is due to someone that isn’t them.

“What a naughty slut you are, admitting you get off at the thought of more than one man wanting to ravage this body of yours.” His lips brush against the shell of your ear, heightening your mortification and the ever-growing wetness at your center.

“However, I’m all you need, isn’t that right, sweetheart? I’m the only man that can reduce you to this soaked, quivering mess from just my voice alone, and the only one whose cock makes your body shake with pleasure that leaves you sore for days.”

“Yes, Sh-Shouto…” you airily whimper in reply.

Shouto’s index finger presses against your trembling bottom lip, slightly smearing your slick on its plushness before he cups your face to stare directly at Bakugou and Midoriya.

“Go on then. Tell the Number One and Number Two Pro Heroes who you belong to,” he commands lowly in your ear. Before you can speak, heat ignites in your cheeks. You glance down and take note of the prominent bulges within the two’s tight clothing, their cocks positively aching to break free from the confines. The fact that the two seem to be getting off on the sight of you manhandled by Shouto is something to acknowledge.

“I… I belong to you…” Your voice wanes.

“Who? Be more specific, baby.”

“I belong to the Number Three hero, Todoroki Shouto,” you say, more clearly this time. The response is sufficient enough to satisfy the man behind you, who turns your head so your lips can connect in a passion of teeth and tongue dancing together that leaves your lungs gasping for air, detaching with ragged breaths. While you’re recovering, Shouto tugs you closer by your chin, pressing your foreheads against each other, where you gander into the depths of his gray and turquoise eyes swimming with lust.

“That’s right, and no one else is going to fuck you like I am tonight.” He sneaks a side-glance at his fellow heroes. “They can only watch as I drive my cock into your pussy over and over again, wishing they were me.”

Midoriya remains silent, letting his troubled expression speak for him, blush persisting on his face. Bakugou, on the other hand, decides to spit a few words out.

“Fuck. You.”

Make that only two words. Still, the venom dripping off each one gets his point across, in that he’s absolutely livid. But sadly for him, it has no effect on the calm and collected Todoroki Shouto.

Taking you by the hand, he leads you to the futon, sprawled out flat for your small audience to behold the entirety of your fucking tonight. Shouto kisses the back of your hand before leaving you to continue standing. He settles himself on the sheets with his arms propped behind him to view up at you as you obediently wait for his orders.

“Well, love, you know what to do. Take off some clothes for me,” he says gruffly. You oblige, slowly peeling off layers. Your skirt piles into a heap on the floor at undoing the zipper holding it in place, quickly followed by the blouse tossed over your head which leaves the remaining clothing on your body your mismatched lingerie. The dainty, silk intimates are the only thing separating you from being fully exposed to everyone.

Even given a sparing view of you from behind, Midoriya and Bakugou readily eat you up. If they somehow haven’t been undressing you with their eyes before this, then they certainly are now. Bakugou zeroes in on your pert ass, emphasized by your panties, and itches to grasp its softness in his own palms, desiring to squeeze, rub, and spank till his heart’s content.

Contrarily, Midoriya has his sights set on the clasp of your bra. What he wouldn’t give to unfasten it from your body and have the article of clothing slip off your skin, putting your beautiful breasts on display, nipples likely stiff and begging for the attention of his fingers and mouth.

It’s unfortunate for them that no such fantasies will come true tonight. After all, you don’t belong to them. You belong to Shouto.

Feeling incredibly vulnerable, you rub your thighs together to create some friction between your lower lips, trying to subside the throb growing in your belly. But you can only endure for so long when Shouto is staring at you with such scalding intensity. You’re struggling to hold onto the remnants of your dignity before it’s stripped away from you at the next command.

“Baby, you’re gorgeous, but,” Shouto hums, admiring the view for a second longer before cutting to the chase, “I want it all off.”

Not wasting any time, your thumbs hook under the waistband of the silk, quickly casting the panties to join the pile below your feet. The way your web-like slick connects your folds to the material before breaking off as your panties reach the ground does not go unnoticed. Your bra, of course, is the next to be discarded—unhooked and tossed, unveiling your tits to the chilly air.

Defenses torn down, you stand bare and exposed to all eyes in the room. You don’t miss the glint flitting in the mismatch of Shouto’s eyes, staring at you like he’s uncovered a beautiful pearl beneath the ocean. Though this is far from your first time engaging in your sexual desires with him, you always fall prey to that carnal look of his, which seemed even more lecherous tonight. He runs a finger on his lips pulled into a seductive smile, eyes piqued at your naked form.

Prickles of arousal travel down your spine. You can’t discern whether it’s the very thought of your vulnerability or the fiery looks you swear are piercing into you at every angle that has you tingling with anticipation.

Either way, such spark coursing through your veins drives you into Shouto’s waiting arms as he beckons you to him. He welcomes you onto his lap, allowing your thighs purchase next to his own while his large hands grope at your soft skin. It isn’t long until your lips meet again, Shouto coaxing—no—prying them open with his tongue as it finds yours, brushing the underside and chasing with zeal. His roughness has you at a loss for words, quite literally as all you can respond with are the airy moans leaking out between each fervent lip-lock. When Shouto grabs at one of your mounds, index finger circling your perky nipple, you let out a surprised squeak.

Your two bystanders’ dicks stutter in response at the noises, having absolutely nothing to do but watch and listen in envy. Every time they hear such a sweet succession of sounds from you, they fidget in their positions, attempting to pathetically generate some pressure against their clothes to alleviate the pain in their cocks.

Shouto does not miss the way they struggle within his periphery, smirking at their pitiful attempts to find any form of relief. At this, a sly thought flickers in his head.

With his hands on your hips, he guides your body further against his own. You find your knees supporting you up while your upper body leans over Shouto, hands gripping his shoulders to keep you steady. The position he’s led you in doesn’t grant you many options, besides obliging to be pliant in his hands.

Peeking over your shoulder, you flush with heat when you realize your ass is perked in the direction toward Midoriya and Bakugou. The troubling thoughts of whether you should feel flustered or flattered by their mesmerized state at how spread you are, hovering above Shouto’s lap, is ripped away when the Pro Hero begins cascading his hands across your skin. His palms waver back and forth within the boundaries of your ass and thighs, every now and then squeezing your warm flesh during his crossings between the two.

“Mmm, Sho…” you whine, the palpable neediness in your voice begging for him to touch your throbbing center already. Bakugou and Midoriya wish for the same, tormented by how slow he decides to take his caressing. If it were up to them, they’d already be tongue deep in your pussy already, perhaps even bottoming their cocks inside your walls, considering how soaked you must be. But no, Shouto wants this night to last. And he’s going to set the pace however he sees fit.

One of Shouto’s hands creeps beneath your leg to maneuver them further apart before his palms find their place at the underside of your poised ass. A short sigh floats amid your parted lips at how he spreads your cheeks, exposing your cunt freely to the two. You hear a groan, followed by an obscene “fuck…” that has you wondering what the view must be like from their perspective to render them so awestruck.

And man, if only you could see your pretty little cunt—wet, glistening, and fluttering on nothing, pleading for stimulation. Stimulation that Shouto grants sparingly as his middle and ring finger suddenly prod your slit, tearing a surprised gasp from your mouth while you toss your head backward.

Your slippery pussy coats his fingers in an opalescent sheen. He hums at the debauched image of your body yearning his touch. “Such a slutty, needy pussy… So messy, even though I haven’t even taken my clothes off yet.” Shouto takes the sullied fingers into his mouth, swiping his tongue at your delectable taste abiding his digits. It’s obscene how he makes a show of drinking up the honey from your thighs to taunt Midoriya and Bakugou, groaning between licks like it’s the one thing keeping him sustained. Well, then again, Shouto could probably survive on your essence for days if he tried, considering his favorite places to be is between your thighs anyway.

Head tilting in the direction behind you, you could’ve sworn you saw one of the two licking their lips while the other swallowed a large, heavy gulp. Before you can question it further, Shouto’s words resume ringing in your ear.

“It’s all for me right, love?” he asks as though he doesn’t already know the answer.

Your body quivers as he dives down to continue prodding your cunt before you can even respond properly. “Y-Yes, it’s just for you, Sho— Ah..!” You try your best to muster the words out. But his fingers give you no moment to spare. A jolt of pleasure spikes through your body as he reaches your clit, leaving your voice hanging in the air.

“Unnf... f-fuck...”

Shouto is relentless this time, attending to your bundled nerves at an excruciating rhythm that has you swaying your hips into his hands. Then all coherent thoughts are whisked away when you feel two fingers penetrating your sloppy pussy, thrusting into places you could never reach on your own, and prepping your walls for what’s to come.

“Baby, you take my fingers so well, you’re practically sucking them in,” he praises, reveling in the way you writhe in pleasure at him playing with your cunt. Whining, your legs move further apart involuntarily, allowing him deeper access.

You shake amid his ministrations, teeth pulling at your bottom lip at every sultry sensation rushing through your body. Wrinkling the fabric of his white shirt, your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails sinking deeper into clothed skin when you feel that familiar ache boiling in your abdomen.

“Your thighs are trembling just trying to hold you up. Going to cum soon, love?” Shouto asks. He chuckles at how vigorously you nod your head next to him, knowing your voice would fail you by the moans threatening to unravel precariously from your lips.

“Good, I want you to fucking scream. Show them how well you can cum from my fingers alone, yeah?” he murmurs beside your ear, not giving you much warning than that before suddenly increasing his movements on your cunt.

“Ah, Sho..! Sho!”

There’s nothing for you to do other than to chant his name over and over again like a mantra. You squeeze your fingers into his skin to make sure you don’t end up dissolving in his hands from the fire flaring inside you, threatening to melt you entirely.

And he loves every bit of the needy noises you make. Knowing it’s his name that echoes in the room around them, resounding in the very minds of his rivals who witness firsthand the way you scream out amidst the throes of pleasure—the scene better than any imagination of theirs they’ve conjured in their delusional fantasies—feeds Shouto’s ego deliciously.

The strained gasp you choke out when his lips make contact on your jawline has him smiling against you, the kisses he plants there blooming loving blemishes on your skin. You struggle to keep yourself together from all the sensations storming you at once. There’s something euphoric yet… foreign coursing through your body that you can’t discern, and you’re half-worried of what’s to happen when you reach your imminent release.

“Sh-Sho, wait..! Oh god, I’m gonna—!” you warn, but that only compels Shouto to speed up his pace in a last push for you to cum. From his bruising bites to his fingers methodically working you with skilled ease, it isn’t long until your escalating high peaks into intangible relief.

And god, the throb feels almost uncomfortable but so blissful at the same time.

The pressure builds up to an intense climax that has your walls clamping around his fingers, and your thighs shaking beside him while you yell out Shouto’s name. Holding you through every step of the way, his fingers steady inside you as you convulse around them. The ones at your clit continue rubbing your sensitive, swollen bud throughout your release to widen the intensity.

As your whole body trembles at the haze-induced orgasm, you lean against the hero for support.

“Ohhh baby...” His purrs rumble deep within his chest, an extra lick of delight in his tone. Your eyes are shut while you stumble down from your rapturous high, whimpering when Sho removes his fingers from your pulsating pussy.

“D-Did she just..?!” Midoriya questions incredulously, to your surprise.

“Fuck! I can’t believe she fucking squirted!” Bakugou follows.

At that, your eyes shoot open. You muster the energy to lift your body off Shouto’s lap and reveal to yourself the evident damp spot left on his pants from what you very much have to assume is a result of you gushing your release on him.

Trepidation creeps underneath your skin, swallowing you in mortification.

You really did that.

Squirted in front of the top three Pro Heroes in the country, making a mess on Sho’s pants with your flowing, translucent cum. The very reminder of it spouts your head with your overthinking.

“Wait, I didn’t mean to— I-I mean... I didn’t think I was ever a squirter. It’s just—”

“Love.”

A single word is enough to dispel your ramblings. You look up at Shouto like a deer caught in headlights, expression harrowed by apprehension. At that, he holds your shoulders, pulling you forward so he can press a reassuring kiss against your forehead. The tender gesture numbs the uneasy static racking through you, moving away to glimpse at the endearment hidden within the smoldering fog swirling in Shouto’s eyes.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of,” he assures through hushed words he embeds unto your skin, hands warmly running down your sides. “Besides, you squirting on my fingers was so so sexy.” His seductive allure returns almost as quickly as it disappeared amidst his soothing tone. His touches and the extra flair in his voice makes you hot all over again despite just cumming.

“I must have made you feel incredibly good, getting you to cum so hard like that. Even giving those two over there a show. Just look at them...” Shouto whispers closely, nudging you in the direction of your onlookers whose reddening faces visibly recoil when your eyes cross. It’s as if they’ve gandered into the abyss—anxious at what’s to come yet can’t seem to look away. You flutter between their expressions, gauging their blushes and furrowed brows, before lowering your gaze at the prominent stain on the crotch of their pants, pre-cum seeping at the surface due to the arousal built watching you ruined on Shouto’s very fingers.

A part of you wonders how pent up they must be. Your curiosity dances upon lewd thoughts about how stiff their cocks are and how their lengths would look freed from the constricting clothing. Veiny, hard, and painfully red all because of you. All because of what Shouto is doing to you.

It evokes you with a newfound surge of confidence, finding solace in your sea of uncertainty. And coupled with Shouto’s loving demeanor, you don’t seem to remember what you were ever so self-conscious about to begin with.

“Look at how depraved these sad men are.” Shouto clicks his tongue, a voice in his head confirming of what he already long knew. Deep down, he at least assures himself that his former classmates are aware of their place. In which they’re only allowed to look—not touch—and if they so much as plunge into forbidden territory, he’d rise above the waters to bite their heads off. He recognizes this from just a simple inspection of their faces.

Deterring after hearing Shouto’s words, Midoriya’s eyes cast downward to the floor, brows softened with hurt. His expression is burdened upon not only stigma but guilt, lusting after a woman that isn’t even his while allowing the absurd thought he could steal you away from the fire-and-ice hero to ever cross his mind.

Meanwhile, the blonde mulls over in defeat more so than shame. Although never one to yield from a fight, Bakugou had long realized this battle was over before it even began. You were deftly out of his reach. All he can settle for now is the afterimage of your undoing played back in his head, the recording surrounded by a thick cloud of envy.

Shouto reads their compliance clearly—a wordless surrender witnessing your aftermath of pleasure. As a result, a grin surfaces his lips. Unfortunately for them, the sly devil latent inside him is far satiated. Perhaps it’s time to move onto the next course.

His fingers brush along the underside of your chin, leading your half-lidded eyes to him.

“Baby,” he says, and the way he calls to you in that low baritone makes you receptive to his every word, “why don’t you go over there and help our guests get their cocks out of their pants, hm?” You nod slowly, half-wondering if he read your mind during your indecent contemplation. Shouto kisses the corner of your lip before you stand from the futon and saunter toward the two pillars of ice resting in the room.

Your steps are slow and languid, the consistent sway of your hips hypnotizing to both sides. Reaching the two, you lower to your knees, bending forward and offering Shouto a view of your exposed cunt that still drips of your essence. He bites his lip, palming his bulge through his pants until he begins freeing himself of the unnecessary clothing that would have been discarded by now if he wasn’t so absorbed in your climax.

In the meantime, you kneel in front of the top two Pro Heroes, mooning over who to approach first until your red and white-haired boyfriend answers for you.

“Midoriya first. And then Bakugou.”

You can practically feel the fire lighting inside Bakugou at the command, knowing Icy-Hot gives the order in favor of Midoriya just to get under his skin. You do well to ignore his malice by crawling over to the green-haired hero, hovering above his bound form, and meeting his emerald eyes that are wide and fixated on your every move.

The proximity between you two has the air trapped in his lungs. He holds his breath out of fear that if he lets go, you’d vanish into a mirage. But his throat hitches the very moment your fingers trace up the fabric of his pants, disembarking across his thighs and toward his painful erection that twinges at your touch. It’s fortunate enough for him that you don’t disappear and that the sultry look you give him as you drag the zipper of his pants down isn’t a figment of his imagination. You catch a glimpse of his briefs, along with the head of his dick peeking above the waistband, still strained by a single layer of fabric.

Midoriya swears he can cum right then and there when you lightly palm his hardness—the first relieving sensation he’s felt all night before it’s surmounted by you tugging down the waistband. Cock released from its confines, it jumps forward out of excitement before slapping back against his navel. Midoriya hisses at being open to the air, his feverish skin stinging surrounded by the coldness throughout the room.

As you predicted, the Number One’s cock stands stout and protruding red at being neglected for so long. It begs to be touched.

“P-Please…” The whisper is almost inaudible, but you discern the desperation in his tone.

Midoriya’s pleading expression staring down at you nearly sways you to grant pity on him, but you know you’re given no position to do that. So sadly, you move on. The hero laments you leaving so soon, a whine quietly squeaking from him, left with nothing but his length stiff on his abs as you make your way to Kacchan.

Unlike the former, the blonde actually makes an effort to free himself one last time, a struggle you pick up on when you near him. He’s gritting his teeth together, heat slowly radiating off his body stoked by his anger. Yet that somehow all dissipates at a simple glance of your face. There’s a glassiness in your eyes that renders him silent.

His narrowed stare wanders toward your plush lips, looking so damn soft and kissable. If only he could muster the willpower to break free and move forward to capture them in his own, seal them tight so he wouldn’t have to hear Icy-Hot’s name spilling out of them anymore. But your steady gaze on him freezes him into the ice, halting his motions as if you were medusa. He hears nothing but his racing heart palpitating in his chest as he waits for you to make a move.

“Hm, Bakugou’s been a bit of a brat tonight, wouldn’t you say, love? How about you tease him a bit?” Shouto suggests mischievously.

Turning in his direction, you see him sitting on the bedding, naked and stroking his cock listlessly as he waits for you. The sight encourages you back to Bakugou’s erection to finish the task you started, thighs shuffling against each other at a glimpse of your prize between the Number Three hero’s legs.

As if you couldn’t get anymore seductive, you adjust yourself right between the blonde’s spread form, carelessly brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you bend forward, back arching. Bakugou has no idea what he’s in for, fearing for the worst knowing you plan to tease him. He starts muttering a question that never reaches your ear, the words splintering off when he deftly realizes you’re pulling his pant’s zipper between your fucking teeth. Making sure never to break eye contact with him, you drag the metal down at an excruciating pace, each tooth of the zipper undone so slowly it’s practically torture to him.

“Shit... Y/n…” he groans wantonly as you reach the end of your destination. After being contained all this time, it seems his cock wants to come out with a vengeance. You gasp when it suddenly springs past his briefs, nearly making contact against your cheek.

Bakugou sputters an filthy amount of curses, finding the image of you wincing in shock and glancing up at his thick cock towering next to your face with the tip oozing of his pre-cum to be utterly pornographic. Well if this is truly reminiscent of a porn scene, you’d be wrapping your hands around the base of his cock by now, fisting it before delightfully enveloping the tip in your hot mouth. But the call of your name behind you cracks that fantasy into pieces.

To his dismay, your attention swerves from the embossed vein lining Bakugou’s dick to Shouto’s muscular body, idle on the futon, where he gestures a finger at you. You return to your usual place atop his lap, except this time there’s no longer any barrier of fabric to prevent you two from feeling each other’s heat.

Shouto grazes his hands on your back, humming into your neck. “Well, baby, you saw how hard their cocks were. How does it feel to have the top three pros all craving you at once?”

You pause amidst your reply, the little kisses he brushes on your jugular serving to distract you for a moment. You have to ask yourself if your boyfriend is throwing a trick question at you. Giving it some thought, you decide to tackle it honestly.

“It feels... pretty good,” you murmur, a tad squeamish while he maps the expanse of your neck with his lips. It’s an answer he anticipates according to the next question he follows up.

“But of all the cocks in this room, whose do you want the most?”

“Yours, Sho.” Compared to before, your answer is given promptly. Shouto grins at how eager you are for him. “Only yours.” You affirm one last time, effectively hammering a nail into Midoriya and Bakugou’s chests. Shouto’s hands traverse your waist, then to your thighs, giving your flesh a solid squeeze.

“That’s right, you’re my fucking cock slut and no one else’s.” You almost choke when he lurches forward to grind his erection against your wet core, emphasizing your innate effect on him. Whimpering at the slippery friction of his hardness on your swollen clit, you find yourself moving in tandem with his motions.

“My my, still that needy even after you already squirted all over my fingers? Your pussy is just so so greedy for me, isn’t it?”

“Y-Yes... F-Fuck, Sho, please let me put your cock inside me. I want to cum on your cock so much!” you plead, voice rising at every insufficient jerk of your hips. It isn’t enough to just rub your sensitive little pearl against it. You need the thing inside you since yesterday, and you’re more than willing to throw your last fragment of modesty out the window to get it.

Luckily for you, your neediness seems to work in your favor as Shouto has no objections at granting you your pleasure.

“Don’t worry, baby. I told you I’d be driving my cock in and out of you in front of them, didn’t I?” He runs his fingers on the edge of your cheek, admiring the cute desperation readable over your features—eyes glazed, skin hot, and cunt positively dripping. “Of course, I intend to keep that promise. But first…” He lays you two into his favored position, maneuvering your body until you’re straddling his thighs. He peers up at you while nestled back on the sheets.

“I suppose since I forced them here, the least we can do is continue giving them something to remember. It is going to be the first and last night they’ll see you like this anyway,” he reasons. The two mentioned pique hearing the statement. You yourself grow considerably hotter, realizing he’s angled you in a way that grants your audience another enticing view of your body above him.

“Well, princess, why don’t you start riding your stallion then?” Shouto incites his request as more of a command than anything else, and you begin earnestly catering to him by lifting your hips. You align his length toward your entrance. His calloused hands spread on your thighs at the anticipation of watching the head of his cock enter your wet heat.

“Ooooh yeah, keep going baby, take it all in,” he encourages through purrs reverberating in his throat. With each inch you swallow between your folds, his expression knits into pure bliss, brows narrowed at how well your tight pussy hugs his cock. He looks up and catches you slowly unraveling before his eyes. You strain to keep yourself together, eyes shut in pleasure at the delicious burn swelling in your stomach.

There’s a stifled noise parting your mouth that hangs open as you gradually envelop him to the shaft. Shouto’s thick cock slowly bottoms inside your walls and makes you feel so complete. While he lets you adjust to his sizable girth, his palms grope your skin, soothing the tense burn churning inside you.

“Mmph…” you whine, hands trying to find some leverage, laying flat on his abs. You give yourself a second, followed by another until the short pain you feel morphs into a delectable buzz.

“I… I’m going to move now, Sho,” you tell him before flitting up and down his long length, progressing tentatively. His heterochromatic eyes are dark and murky, watching his cock glisten in more of your sheen while you glide it into your pussy at a steady tempo. You make sure to take everything offered to you to the fullest, from the tip to base where his balls brush the underside of your ass. Shouto is more than endowed and you don’t ever plan on taking any part of his gift for granted.

“Mm, even after I prepped you, you’re still so tight for me,” Shouto groans, your cunt rippling waves in his body. Despite being consumed in your ministrations, you have to note how sinful he looks below you, sweat shining on his skin and tufts of red and white hair sticking to his forehead. It’s hard to believe a man as handsome as him could be so possessive with you, going through such lengths to prove to his rivals that you only belong to him. But man, do you find it to be hot. The notion once again has your cunt clenching considerably.

“It’s because—ah—you’re so th-thick,” you tell him, and in turn, he gives you a devilish smirk that adds fuel to the fire lighting in your abdomen. Before you can conjure another thought, he suddenly thrusts his hips up to meet yours, reaching a particular spongy spot that causes you to cry out.

“Why don’t we increase the pace then? Ride me faster, love. I want you to cum hard on my cock in front of them.”

Oh boy, he doesn’t have to tell you twice.

You swiftly nod, gathering some ardor in your thighs that helps you bounce more fervently on top of him. What was once subtle claps chiming in the room escalates into a concert of skins slapping against each other. Gripping your hips, Shouto meets every heavy drop with a firm thrust upward, continuing to reach the same place that induces heaven across your entire body.

Your moans are uncontained now, flittering out at how good Shouto’s cock is making you feel. The sounds are beyond intoxicating to him, like a midnight song he could get drunk on and gladly switch to repeat.

Every slam into your spread pussy steals your words away while reducing him to hissing between his teeth, your folds enshrouding him with unimaginable euphoria that has his onlookers glaring in envy.

The sight is one that Midoriya and Bakugou will surely replay throughout their wistful days after tonight. Your breasts swaying in time with your sloppy movements is a marvel to gawk at as the two implant your glazed body bouncing atop Shouto into their memories, their deluded imaginations going to work at inserting themselves into the fray.

Your hips plunging in sync at each surge of Sho’s cock has stars twinkling across your bleary vision, eyes rolling in the back of your skull. His cock penetrates you in ways no one else could, brimming your body with sublime rapture that you relay honestly in your wails.

“Fuck, you feel so good—” Shouto mutters his praises. He effortlessly keeps up his drilling and angles himself perfectly so the tip reaches your erogenous zone throughout. His hands are digging so deep into your skin, you have no doubt your hips will be daubed purple by the end of the night.

Sweat thoroughly coating his body, his aggressive rutting into your velvet walls has his cock twitching inside you. He recognizes you’re nearing your climax as well when you slowly grip him like a vise. “Gonna milk me, love? Squeeze all the cum out of me and into that slutty pussy of yours?” He asks the question through grunts he spits between his teeth, the sounds coming out on the cusp of feral growls. He’s amused by how your tongue lolls out of your mouth as you try to form any kind of response. The rampant motions make it hard for you to grasp any sense of reality other than the sensations that collide your nerves.

“Y-yes, yes! I’m so close, Sho— Please—!” The moment you have a hand on your wheel of cognition, you start begging like it’s second nature, uncaring of the other two in the room as tears dot the edges of your lashes for relief. And how is Shouto to deny you when you’re playing such a lewd act?

“Need it so bad, n-need to cum— Ah—!”

In the very next second, your body dives to where your back forcibly lands snug on the futon, choking your words to a startling puff. Shouto shadows over you, leering down like he’s sizing his prey one last time before going in for the kill.

“Hm, since you’re begging so nicely for me, I’ll gladly help you reach your bliss, baby,” he says, tongue running along his bottom lip before he resumes driving into your pussy.

He hooks his hands beneath your knees to spread you apart further, giving his cock no repercussions on pistoning forward at unbridled speeds. Your fingers delve into the sheets, gripping the cloth like it’s your lifeline. You feel your lower body slightly lifting off the bedding due to Shouto wanting you two impossibly closer, cock thundering against you.

What you’ve yet to realize—trapped within your tornado of ecstasy—is your spectators freeing themselves from the ice, glaciers reduced to pieces at their powers. The whole exhibition had been too much for them to handle, quite literally snapping their restraints. Their clothes are gone within a flash, articles of them thrown half-hazardly on the floor. It leaves nothing to stop them from finally granting some form of bliss on their neglected cocks, fisting their lengths in conjunction with your symphony of moans.

That aside, they don’t matter to you at this moment. All you have eyes for is the man above you, whose heterochromatic gaze returns your shared adoration with equal fervor, if not more so.

“Well, love, you wanna cum, right? Then you know what to do,” Shouto grunts, lowering his torso so he can close a bit of the distance between your faces, “Tell me, who’s making you feel this fucking good right now?”

Brain a scrambled mess, you’re thankful the answer you scrounge for is a simple one.

“You, Shouto! Unnf, it’s your cock that’s making me feel good!” you exclaim, your back bowing off the bed when you perceive the coil tight in your abdomen nearly about to break. Your wanton reply has him sending his satisfaction back tenfold into you through the expert rocking of his hips.

“Yesyesyes, oh fuck— Y/n, cum all over my cock! Let go, baby!”

You scream the moment the order is given, Shouto slamming into your g-spot the impetus you need to come undone in violent spasms. Firecrackers spark beneath your skin at the ecstasy hitting your every nerve. Seeing you reach the apex of your high—eyes lidded and limbs trembling as you throw your entire body into the sheets—encourages Shouto toward his release, pumping himself in and out of your fluttering walls.

“Fuck! Y/n!” he pants raggedly before snapping his hips in place, dick twitching inside you. A gasp rips your throat as you feel his thick ribbons of white cum fill you to the brim. Shouto remains inside you for a good minute longer, hovering over your sluggish, sweaty body to seize your lips in his while you two slowly descend from heaven. You move sweetly and slowly against him, savoring the moment in the presence of his tender loving.

Meanwhile, Midoriya and Bakugou have already blown their loads all over themselves, creamy spurts painting their skin. They lean back to find their groundings, unable to even speak after what was surely an excruciating event for them both.

You’re still unsure how to go about confronting the aftermath of it all, deciding to only imbed your eyes onto Shouto due to the embarrassment that starts simmering in your mind now that you’ve come down from your highs. Your fingers rise to swipe a few stray strains of damp red-and-white hair off your boyfriend’s forehead, murmuring something kept between the two of you.

“Going through all of this just because you were jealous? You sure are insatiable, Sho.”

He chuckles at the jest behind your words, giving the other Pro Heroes a once over before he comes back to you with a satisfied grin plastered on his face, making you question whether his devilish tendencies have truly left him after tonight.

“What can I say? I guess I just want to monopolize you, baby.”

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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Spread ‘Em Wide {Clyde Logan x pregnant!Reader}

author’s notes: hellooo! happy memorial day everyone :) I’m so soft for Clyde and his pregnant girl...but I’m also horny. so, this is the resulting fic lol

**this is part of the Clyde & Pumpkin AU**

warnings: smut. fluff. literally just smut. error: plot not found. pregnancy/belly kink. some breeding kink (v light, though). use of a clit vibrator. a dash of dirty talk.

(possible) tw’s: pregnancy.

“Oh pumpkin, oh honey…” Clyde sighs, kissing your lips as his hands gently hold your hips, pulling you further onto his lap.

You whine softly into his mouth, already feeling your panties soaking. Pregnancy hormones were no joke, you’ve discovered, especially in the second trimester when you began showing.

Luckily, Clyde is always ready and willing to help you out with your sudden feelings of intense horniness.

“Ye look so pretty, so fuckin’ beautiful all swollen like this.” He moans, hips pressing up against you. “Love havin’ ya on top of me, pressin’ yer big belly on me, pumpkin.”

You bite your lip, looking down at your handsome husband with lust-blown eyes. “Yeah? You like seeing me pregnant?”

“Shit, oh god, y-yeah.”

His cock throbs beneath his jeans and he groans, nodding eagerly, beard gently scratching your neck as he kisses and nips your skin.

Your hands run through his hair as he continues his assault on your neck, covering seemingly every inch of it with kisses.

“Wanna put ‘nother one in ye, pumpkin, keep ya swollen ‘s long as I can.” His hips buck up gently as he nips your collarbones. “Love burying my cum in ya.”

You moan softly as he pulls your shirt up over your head, licking his lips when his eyes come in contact with your breasts. You’ve grown two sizes during the pregnancy, and you practically spill out of every bra you own now, even if you buy the correct size.

Clyde loves it, though, and his mouth instantly gets to work on the exposed mounds poking out the top of the cups. “Jesus, I love these tits so fuckin’ much, love seein ‘em spill out of yer bra. So big, so full...fuck.”

“P-Please.” You whine, starting to bounce lightly up and down on him. “I’m ready for you, wanna ride your big fat cock, Clyde.”

He growls, holding your hips still.

“So eager, hm? I think I wanna take ye from behind today, pumpkin, get real far inside ye so that I can put my cum in nice n’ deep.”

The prospect makes you shudder with excitement. “Where do y-you want me?”

His lips curl up into a small smirk and he leans forward, mouthing at your earlobe, breath hot.

“Go on upstairs n’ bend yourself over on the bed. Take these leggin’s off, hold onto the headboard, n’ spread yer legs nice n’ wide for me. Can ye do that, pumpkin?”

You quickly nod and get up off his lap, walking upstairs as fast as was possible with a pregnant belly. Your leggings are all but torn off, with a bit of maneuvering of course, before you take your position on the bed.

Clyde comes up a minute later, groaning softly as he sees you fully naked and bent over just as he’d asked. He quickly sheds his clothes and strokes himself as he walks up beside you, spreading your lips with his prosthetic, extra careful as your glistening folds are exposed.

He suddenly gets an idea, pulling away and walking over to the closet, pulling out one of your favorite clit vibrators. He puts a dot of lube on the toy before turning to the lowest setting, setting it gently on your sensitive nub.

The way you gasp and your hips instinctively roll down against it makes Clyde throb in his palm.

“Yeah, yer pussy loves this lil thing, huh pumpkin?”

You nod, biting your lip as your hips grind roughly and desperately down onto the small toy. You’re sweating with the effort, quickly reaching the edge of orgasm. He couldn’t believe how quickly you’d reached this point.

“G-Gon--gonna fucking c-cum, baby.”

When Clyde senses you’re about to orgasm, he clicks the button, turning it up a setting. Your eyes fly open and you cry out as an intense and sudden climax hits.

“Fuck, oh god, C-Clyde!”

The headboard bangs on the wall as your hips buck and squirm against the vibrations, enjoying the delicious pressure and subtle pain of overstimulation.

As soon as you’re finished, he turns off the toy and tosses it onto his pile of clothes, quickly mounting the mattress behind you. He rubs his cockhead through your slick, moaning softly when he feels how much has come along with your orgasm before lining up with your entrance.

“Ya ready, pumpkin?”

You nod, and he holds your hips as he pushes forward, sheathing himself fully inside you with a long, drawn out growl.

“Lord...j-jesus christ, Y/N.”

Your hands tighten against the beam of the headboard as your body begins rocking back and forth with each snap of your husband’s skilled hips.

“O-Oh, Clyde, baby…”

“Goddamn lil pussy’s gon’ be the d-death o’ me, I s-swear.” He mumbles, fucking you a little faster. “Yer fuckin’ soaked, pumpkin, so wet fer my c-cock.”

The whole bed squeaks and creaks against the hardwood as Clyde fucks you harder, the sound of skin slapping bouncing off the walls.

“Y-Yes, baby, yes!” You cry when he begins stroking that one special spot inside of you. “Right there, oh yeah honey, right f-fucking there!”

Clyde absolutely loves it when you make lots of noise for him, because he knows it’s all genuine. That’s one thing you told him right off the bat when you first met ten years ago, that you’d never, ever fake sexual noises or releases. And you never did.

His strokes speed up and he switches the position of his thrusts a bit so that he’s now coming up a bit underneath you. This allowed him to fully rub against your g-spot while also continuing the deep penetration that comes with the doggy-style position.

You’re seeing stars as you cum for the second time that evening, tears burning in your eyes as you cry out again with orgasm. Your walls grip him tightly and spasm around him, hips jerking randomly as you ride out your climax.

He cums not too long after you, good hand reaching up to grip your shoulder as he ruts his hips erratically, cock buried as deeply inside you as it can while rope after rope of thick seed spurts into your cunt.

“Fuck, p-pumpkin, take it all inside ye. That’s--ohhhh--that’s right, ma g-good girl, ma good lil w-wife.”

It’s already pouring out of you even before Clyde pulls out, dripping down your thighs and even some onto the bedding below. He always has really big loads, which at first he was embarrassed by, but you quickly showed him how much you loved it when he made a mess of you.

Both of you are catching your breath as Clyde slides out of you, then gets up to grab a warm washcloth. He wipes your folds gently, planting a soft kiss on your oversensitive clit before wiping up your thighs, nonchalantly tossing the used cloth aside before laying down. He has a hand on your back the entire time you gently lay down onto the bed, pulling you close once you’re down comfortably.

His textured fingertips lightly trace random patterns on your swollen stomach, laughing softly to himself when the baby starts kicking. You laugh, too, your fingers playing with his raven waves.

“She knows her daddy already.” You say with a smile.

Clyde beams with pride, scooting down so that his face can be nice and close to your stomach.

“Hey there, lil peach. Yer mom ‘n me are real excited to meet ya in a few months, an’ so are yer aunt and uncle. You’re already so loved, peach, yer not gon’ know what to do with all of it when ya finally get here.”

You both laugh softly, and your eyes fill up with tears as you rub the back of Clyde’s head. He kisses your bump, hand still rubbing it, before sliding back up to kiss you on the lips.

“Yer amazin’, ya know that? Givin’ me a daughter, carryin’ her fer me...I’ll never be able to repay ya in this lifetime, but I’ll do my damndest.” He smiles, kissing you again. “I love ya so damn much, Y/N, ma beautiful wife ‘n momma of m’ daughter.”

Tears are beginning to dribble down your cheeks, feeling so overwhelmed with love at this moment. You’re sure that you’ll never get used to Clyde’s love and appreciation for you, but you still treasure it very, very much.

You nuzzle your nose against his, unable to wipe the smile from your expression.

“I love you more, Clyde.”

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writing-in-april · 3 years

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Kid.

Poe Dameron x Female Reader

Summary: Reader can’t get Poe to stop calling her kid so she’s tries a new method of getting him to stop.

A/N: Hey guys!!! Here’s my sixth fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April— I had a really fun time writing this all out lol- I feel like it’s very telling when reading this what I like lol 😂 I hope y’all enjoy it and I’m always looking for feedback or really anything my followers want to talk about- you can send me an ask here- I’d love to hear from y’all 🥰

Warnings: 18+, Age Gap (never specified specifically how large it is), Reader overreacts just a bit, Sub Poe, Smut, Hate fucking, Dry fucking, Oral sex (M receiving), Choking, Edging, Unprotected sex, Creampie

Main Masterlist Word Count: 2.4K

Your nerves were alight with frustration and annoyance, your jaw clenched tight enough to give you a small pressure headache. Poe seemed to always know exactly how to push your buttons perfectly. He knew- he knew how you felt about the nickname he had chosen for you. You didn’t know why he continued to call you that, maybe it was just to push your buttons because he thought it was funny or worse because he actually thought of you as inferior to him.

Despite your arguing thoughts trying to tell you that Poe is only doing this to get under your skin, you couldn’t help but get angry every time he said it. You knew he respected all of the younger pilots, maybe he just thought you weren’t as skilled- even though he had complimented your flying skills many times.

You had asked him not to use the nickname over a million times it seemed. It boiled your blood to hear it, making you feel like he didn’t respect you fully because you were somewhat younger than him.

“Hey Kid!” He shouted out as you retreated away from him in pure anger. It didn’t really matter what you had been arguing about, your anger boiled over as soon as you heard the nickname out of his mouth.

You had both just returned from a mission together along with the rest of your squadron that Poe commanded. You were exhausted and Poe just had to get under your nerves at the prime time.

Stomping from the hangar all the way to your rooms was somewhat of a long walk, you encountered people but you brushed them off as quickly as you could. There was no doubt that Poe was hot on your heels, probably in an attempt to make amends. Though every time he promised that he wouldn’t say it again- he of course broke that promise.

Both of your rooms were in the exact same hallway on base, one reserved for upper personnel. If he cared to acknowledge it he’d notice that you’re not the kid he claims that you are, you’re upper personal for fucks sake. You stomped off down the hallway not caring if he followed you or not, you’d just shut the door in his face if he tried to continue.

He did in fact follow you as you suspected, not for the purpose of going to his own room right next to yours. He followed you to continue the argument.

“Come on don’t walk away I just want to talk!” You scoffed, he didn’t want to talk, he wanted to argue. Paying him no mind you pressed the key card in far too hard to woosh open the door to your room.

Somehow Poe managed to scoot in through the door frame just as you were going to close it. Your fists clenched in anger, not wanting to turn to look at him as it would only make the fire in your belly rage more.

“Well- Kid you gonna tell me why you stomped away from me?” He was hunched over breathing heavily from chasing you down. You wanted to stomp your foot in indignation over frustration due to the fact that he absolutely did know why you had stomped away from him. You whipped around to face him finally, annoyed that he was in your room now- just another thing to add to the list of grievances.

“Stop calling me Kid!” He chuckled in response to your fury, just like he always did, acting like your anger was completely unreasonable. Maybe it was, but you were tired of him going against what you had specifically requested.

He was about to retort after he finished chuckling, his mouth opening in a way that was obviously going to become a sassy remark.

You grabbed the front of his flight suit in anger and pushed him onto the cot you slept on every night. Anger was radiating through you, with no intention of abating, you needed to get rid of it somehow.

Instead of screaming like you normally would have you did something you never thought you’d have the guts to do, you kissed him. The kiss wasn’t filled with sweetness, it was hot, heavy, and full of your frustration. He definitely tried to overpower the kiss, yet eventually accepted defeat- maybe for the first time in his life.

“Do you want this? I won’t be gentle.” You asked while holding the front of his flight suit, bringing his face close to yours and holding eye contact. He nodded with a gulp and you released your grip on his orange suit. Nonchalantly you then asked while moving to close the door to your room, “What’s your safe word?”

“I use the color system.” You nodded in confirmation, coming back after shutting the door so you could escape prying eyes. When you moved to straddle his hips you could see his eyes darken further, pupils blown wide in lust.

To start your journey to ruining him you rested your still clothed center to rest right over his growing bulge. Starting with slow light movements seemed to frustrate him, you didn’t care. He wanted to contest your dominance over him, but not too much as he did not move to touch you, waiting for your permission. The only time he allowed himself to move was when you captured his lips into a bruising kiss, bringing his face up to meet yours by your fingers tangled into his inky curls.

He whimpered underneath you as you ground your hips harder into his bulge. There were still many layers of clothing you had yet to take off, you could still firmly feel how hard he was through them all. He tried to reach up to grab your hips, but you didn’t let him get very far. Instead of letting him touch you you took both of his hands and pinned them above his head.

“Maybe I would let you touch me if you behaved.” The sneer in your voice made Poe flinch away and whimper again, though he did not say anything. You then tried to goad him into speaking, “Are you going to apologize to me?”

Despite his pathetic little whimpers that showed you his submission to you he still refused to budge. His head shook back and forth, telling you no to your request. In response to his refusal you scoffed and didn’t give him the satisfaction of a stinging retort for now. Instead you started to grind into him harder with a faster pace that had him close to falling apart in his flight suit.

When you could feel him starting to approach his release, his cock twitching in the flight suit, your movements stopped abruptly. You had to remove one of your hands from where you had them pinned on the cot to slap it over his mouth when a broken cry that would have been too loud tried to escape.

You chuckled darkly at his desperate look, his eyes watering a little, “If you would just apologize I would let you finish.”

He tried to make a noise, but underneath the pressure of your hand it barely made a sound. When I removed my hand his bratty attitude re-emerged, “I won’t apologize.”

His indignation made your jaw tick, he must have been looking for a punishment at this point. It was now your job to make sure you gave him one that he wouldn’t enjoy, otherwise it wouldn’t be a punishment.

You released his hands so you could begin to undress him, his flight suit had a small wet spot on it from his precum. It made you wonder how soaked his boxers were underneath. They were just as wet as you expected. You run your fingers around the spot, making his hips buck a little which you stopped by pushing them down with your other hand.

When you then peeled his boxers off of him along with his flight suit you decided to give him a taste of what he wanted, planning on ripping it away again just as he was about to finish.

You shuffled your body down his until your mouth was resting over his cock, it looked painful to you. Flushed a deep red with precum leaking down his shaft and was hot and heavy in your hands. You didn’t have any plans on letting him finish anytime soon, you couldn’t imagine he could stand it much longer before breaking and giving you an apology.

His fingers twitched at his side when you blew cool air onto his length, you sneered again, “If you touch me I’ll stop.”

He did follow that direction at least, leaving his hands by his side and fisting the sheets. As a slight reward or even more of a punishment from a different perspective you let him feel your mouth around him. Suckling the tip slightly made his toes curl, but he still did not say anything. Maybe he would be harder to break then you thought.

You began to work on him with more effort, using your mouth and hands wrapped around his length to send him close to the edge again.

“Please!” He begged as you took him as far back into your throat as you could, gagging a little each time it hit the back of your throat.

You pulled off him for a second to answer his plea, “You know what to say if you want to cum.”

His head flopped back at your words and a groan of frustration came out. You worked him up to the edge two more times- he still wouldn’t break even when you were goading him while sucking on his balls and stroking his cock.

You were absolutely soaked, your own arousal getting frustrating. Damn him and his stubbornness you thought. Fuck it- maybe he’d break when he was finally inside you.

In your anger you ripped the zipper of your flight suit as you tore it off of your own body. You weren’t looking forward to explaining why you needed a new one to Leia tomorrow. For now you were focused on getting rid of the ache between your thighs while punishing Poe further.

A collective groan came out of the two of you as you sunk down on his cock slowly. You were so wet from just the anticipation that you could have taken him perhaps a bit faster, but the wrecked look on his face was even better. You relished in his desperation as you began to create a steady pace, still not as fast as he probably wanted you to go. He did follow at least one of your rules, keeping his hands fisted in his sheets. It made his knuckles lighten from how hard he was gripping them, showing how desperate he was to not let you win.

He was nearing his breaking point, you were sure of that. His whimpers had gotten even higher pitched when you started to swivel your hips in a certain way. Tears were also prickling at the corners of his eyes almost spilling down his tanned cheeks that were slick with sweat. He still had some fight in him though apparently, he was resilient as steel.

“Go faster- Kid.” Oh- he definitely knew what he was doing. He stoked your anger on purpose, finding it funny that you got so riled up over a simple nickname.

In your anger your hand then wrapped around his throat and with each bounce you spoke to punctuate your point, “Don’t.” “Call.” “Me.” “Kid.”

His legs were shaking hard underneath you, thoroughly overwhelmed by your all encompassing touch. You had complete control over him and his finish. His mouth opened and closed a few times, like he was trying to finally apologize but couldn’t get the words out. Deciding to tease him further and test his limits a bit by saying, “Are you finally going to apologize?”

There was a slight pause in conversation while you continued to keep your pace going, waiting patiently for a response. Your own orgasm was beginning to rise within you. You could finish now, torturing him even further by feeling you spasm around him in pleasure, but you wanted to finish together if possible so you tried to be as patient as possible. Just when you were about to prompt him again he finally found the words you had been looking for.

“Yes! I- I won’t callll you kid again, I’m sorry!” The apology that you had been waiting for was so broken that it took you a second for you to understand what he had said. Your hips slowed their movements for a moment to then lean forward while tightening the hold you had on his neck slighting. You dragged your tongue from the bottom of his neck to the bottom of his ear before then whispering into his ear, “Thank you, you can cum now- and touch me.”

You clenched around him when his hands gripped your hips hard, using them as leverage to begin to thrust into you hard. Your own orgasm washed over you when after the last few thrusts he rubbed your clit before filling you.

After you had both rode out your releases you slumped forward onto Poe, trying to catch your breath. His fingers moved to slowly trace up your spine, which helped relax you.

“Hopefully I won’t have to teach you a lesson about what nicknames you can use on me again.” You breathed out with a chuckle, moving your own hand to trace his skin.

“I don’t know- I kinda liked the lesson you taught me.” A cheeky smirk was most definitely on his face as he said those words, which made you lightly tap his shoulder.

You clenched around his softening cock that was still inside you as retaliation, causing him to groan. You started to roll your hips at a languid pace, just so you could hear his whimpers again, this time from being still slightly sensitive from his first release. His cock was becoming hard inside you again, almost ready to go for a second round, “Do I need to teach you another lesson?”

You did have to admit though that the nickname was growing on you, not that you were going to tell Poe that anytime soon.

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giuliamarcovaldo · 3 years

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You’re Okay, Luca

i wanted to read autistic!luca fics but i couldn’t find any. so what did i do? i wrote my own. this is my first time posting fanfic here! so enjoy this little autistic!luca story (with some luberto fluff and angst)

TW: mentions of violent stimming + meltdown

“I was about to have a meltdown and there was nothing I could do to stop it.”

Summary: Luca gets over stimulated at a fancy dinner party, and Alberto witnesses Luca having a meltdown for the first time.

I want to say they’re 16-17 in this??

100% sfw because they are children

word count: 1580

also please don’t kill me if the Italian words are wrong i used google translate sksjsjaksk

(also note: i am autistic)

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Alberto knew I was autistic. I told him about a year ago, when we first became a thing.

“This doesn’t change anything, Luca. There’s nothing in this world that could make me stop loving you.” His words rang through my head as I felt the onset of a meltdown.

Giulia had invited Alberto and me to a gathering with some of her extended family in Genoa. They were all very nice, and Alberto even made friends with some of them (which was no surprise). That wasn’t the cause of my meltdown. It was the atmosphere. It was a bright, loud fancy dining hall, nearly at full capacity. I was wearing a suit and tie that Giulia’s cousin had let me borrow. The collar was scratching my skin in the worst possible way but I didn’t want to be rude so I sucked it up. That was my first mistake. Between the bright lights, loud conversations and music, jam-packed room, a plethora of smells from foods that I had never heard of, and the suit collar, I could feel it coming.

It was sensory overload at first. I tried stimming subtly. I wasn’t out as autistic to everyone yet and the thought of them judging me for stimming made my anxiety worse. But I had to do something. Squeezing my hands into fists under the table. Chewing the inside of my cheek. Running my fingers through my hair repeatedly. It wasn’t enough, but somehow too much at the same time.

I was getting more and more fidgety. It was becoming harder to mask. Would it be rude to just get up and leave without saying anything? Probably. I couldn’t move anyway. I was frozen in my seat. My facial expressions were almost completely gone at this point, along with my ability to speak. Alberto noticed that something was wrong.

“Luca, hey, are you alright?” I couldn’t get the words “no, I feel like I’m about to explode into a violently stimming disaster if I don’t get out of here right now but I can’t move and I feel helpless” out of my mouth so I just nodded and gave him a small, unconvincing smile. I didn’t want to burden Alberto while he was having such a good time. I knew it was ridiculous to think that Alberto would mind helping me calm down, but my brain wouldn’t quit telling me otherwise.

Silenzio, Bruno. Silenzio, Bruno. Silenzio, Bruno. It wasn’t working.

Alberto didn’t look convinced. He knew me too well. Ever since I told him I was autistic he tried his best to make sure I was as comfortable as possible in every situation. I loved him for that but I hated myself for it. It’s like I always need to be babysat and I hate it. I know that he loves me so why do I feel so guilty?

My intrusive thoughts running through my mind was the final straw. It was all too much. Alberto’s face looked more concerned as each moment passed. He was about to witness me having a meltdown for the first time since we met. I didn’t know if I was ready for that type of vulnerability but I didn’t really have a choice. I was about to have a meltdown and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“Luca, we’re going to go some place quiet, okay?”

I shook my head no. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. It had gone from sensory overload, to shutdown, to a full-blown meltdown. I couldn’t hold back my stims anymore. I started hitting my head with my fists and pulling at my hair. Tears rolled down my face uncontrollably, exposing my green-blue scales.

Perfecto.

I didn’t know which was worse: violently and uncontrollably stimming in front of everyone, or unintentionally outing myself as a sea monster. They might have been tied. Most of the guests were too into their conversations to notice the autistic sea monster having a meltdown next to them but the few who did notice started to pass glances and whisper amongst themselves.

“Luca, Luca, you’re okay. I know you don’t like anyone touching you when you’re in sensory overload but I’m going to help you get out of here, okay?”

Alberto helped me get up from the table and escorted me out of the dining room, using his suit jacket to cover my face so no one would see my scales, but being careful to not let it touch my face. We made our way to a long hallway off of the lobby. Alberto sat me down on the ground and flipped the hallway light switch off. Light from the lobby trailed into the hallway but didn’t reach us at the end.

I was out of the environment but still at the height of my meltdown. Tears were still coming from my eyes. I continued to tug at my hair while I rocked back and forth. I couldn’t vocalize anything except for non verbal sounds. I felt so helpless, so defeated, so ashamed.

Alberto tried to redirect my violent stims, to no avail. I’m sure he felt helpless too. I wanted to stop but I couldn’t. And I felt bad that Alberto couldn’t help that.

Alberto sat a few feet away from me, probably resisting the urge to pull me into a hug.

“I’ll just sit with you, okay? You’re okay. You’re okay. You’re okay.” Alberto reassured me that he wasn’t leaving. My perception of time isn’t that great but it felt like at least 45 minutes before I started to come down. Still there, like he said he would be, Alberto let out a deep shaky breath. I hadn’t looked at him the entire time because I was too embarrassed that he had to see all of that. When I finally did glance up at him, I notice two trails of purple scales down his cheeks. Knowing he had cried hurt me even more.

“Are you feeling better?” I was still nonverbal and rocking back and forth but my violent stims had passed. I opened my left hand flat and tapped it with my right index finger.

“Oh! Right,” Alberto pulled a pen and pad from my jacket, which he had helped me remove from my body earlier in my meltdown. He slid them across the floor and anxiously waited for me to write my response.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that.”

Alberto’s face changed as he read what I had written. His green eyes looked sadder when they met my gaze. I could feel my tears starting to well up again.

“No, no, Luca, mio amore, please don’t feel bad. I should have checked on you earlier than I did. I got a little lost with everything going on in there. I’m sorry that I didn’t check up on you sooner...” Alberto was very protective of me. I know that the thought of me suffering while he didn’t know was absolutely crushing him. But it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t mine. It wasn’t anybody’s. I was starting to think rationally again. I shouldn’t feel sorry for having meltdowns, for being autistic, for being myself. But I should have spoken up when I started to feel uncomfortable. That’s something I need to work on, and I know I can do it as long as Alberto is with me. And he always will be.

“Is it alright if I touch you?” I know Alberto was dying to physically comfort me. It was his love language. I nodded my head yes and gave him a warm smile. He crawled over to me and I opened my arms to embrace him. I listened to his steadying heartbeat while he whispered affirmations to me and gently rubbed my back. Warm tears started to fall down my face.

God, I love this boy so much.

“Bontà, there you two are! I’ve been looking everywhere! What happ-“ Giulia’s voice got closer as she made her way down the hallway.

“Oh no, Luca... mi dispiace... I didn’t know you were- when did- where-“ She crouches down next to the two of us. Giulia, also being autistic, could tell I was in post-meltdown. She slaps her palm to her forehead and curses herself.

“Of course! I should have been more aware about- why didn’t I- are you okay?”

“Giulia,” Alberto places his hand on her shoulder. “he’s alright. Nothing that happened is your fault. Or... mine for that matter. We’re alright.”

“Can I get you guys something? A glass of water?”

I nod my head yes.

“Water sounds good, grazie, little sis.” Alberto and Giulia exchange smiles, then she leaves down the hallway, her red curls bouncing behind her.

“Luca,” Alberto cups my cheek in his hand, wiping away my tears with his thumb.

“I love you, okay? I love you so, so much. Nothing is going to change that. Please, don’t ever feel like an inconvenience. It hurts to see you like that, and I know it hurts to experience it. Please, tell me next time, Okay?”

I didn’t even need to tell him that I felt like an inconvenience. He just knew. Like I said, he knows me too well. I nod my head, and pull him back into an embrace. Alberto combs his fingers through my hair, getting rid of the tangles that I made in it earlier.

I feel lighter. I feel safe to be myself. I feel more loved than ever.

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that’s it! my first fic! a lot of this is me projecting onto luca (sksakdjsjjsk) but i had a lot of fun writing it! feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism. likes and reblogs appreciated!! :)

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tacticaldiary · 4 years

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Not Jealous

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort; Fluff

He’s not jealous. He’s not. Impossible...so what was this horrible feeling clawing at his chest, urging him to do something about Denki getting a little too friendly? Why does he feel the need to punch something. Jealousy is an ugly thing as Bakugou finds out.

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He hated this. He didn't care, but at the same time he hated it.

The way Y/N threw her head back to laugh or, god forbid, giggle at something Dunce Face over there had said made his blood boil for some reason. The way he had his arm thrown around her made him want to punch something, and the obvious, lazy flirting made him want to yell at someone.

The whole class was lounging in the living room, Bakugou sitting on one of the couches next to Y/N and Denki. He was in full hearing range of the terrible jokes and laughs. Every now and then he chances a glance to them.

It doesn’t help his rising temper

Why was Dunce Face the one who got to be near Y/N? Why the hell was he allowed to touch her? Obviously it’s not like he cared or anything. He didn’t care that he wanted to be the one sitting next to Y/N, no that was just stupid.

It’s not like his heart fucking fluttered everytime she shot him a smile, or offered to spar with him. Nope. Not like he admired how she was one of the only people who didn’t take his bullshit, or how headstrong and confident and powerful she was, how she practically radiated every time she walked in the room, or even how he went out of his way to be around her.

It wasn’t his fault she needed obvious tutoring to get her 95% up to a 100%. Not his fault their quirks were compatible and they were usually assigned to train together. She obviously needed to be walked to recovery girl every time she got hurt, who knows what stupid shit she’d pull if no one accompanied her, (granted he was always the one who insisted on taking her, fuck off Deku.).

Any extra time they spent together was purely coincidental, and...fuck he was in love-

The day Bakugou had realised it was when he was walking her to her dorm. The grateful smile she’d given him accompanied with a “Thank you, Katsuki.” had quite literally knocked the breath out of him. He loved the way his name sounded on her lips.

“What the hell, Denki!?” Y/N’s laugh rings through the room. That most definitely was not his name. He turns to them, his scowl deepening as he sees Y/N grab his arm to keep herself upright. Denki laughs with her, looking highly amused. Bakugou's eyes linger on them and something claws at his chest, a horrible emotion that makes him want to snatch you away, as far away from Dunce Face as possible.

The loud bang the echoes through the room startles everyone into silence. Bakugou rises to his feet and swears, grabbing onto his left hand, which he had accidentally ignited. One of the pillows behind him was scorched black, the smell of burnt cotton filling the room. He rarely every loses control of his quirk like that, regardless of how small the explosion was.

“Kacchan-?”

“Bakugo, you-”

“Holy shit! You okay?” Y/N is the first to react, cutting Izuku and Kirishima off and standing, walking over to Bakugou.She grabs his hand and brings it up to examine it for any damage. If it were anyone else they would have had their face blown off by now “Why’d you-”

“Shut up.” he says lowly, glaring at her, before harshly ripping his hand away and turning on heel, stalking up into the hallway, to his room presumably. He was still fuming, now the added anger of having lost control like that adding to the frustration.

Shutting the door, he looks down at his hands and sighs. In the confinements of his own personal space, he allows himself to think properly. Fuck, he hated this, he hated feeling like this.

He ignores the knock on the door, plopping down on his desk chair. He knew full well who it was, and he really didn’t want to deal with this right now. The knocking continues and is this time accompanied by a familiar voice.

“Don’t be an asshole, I know you’re in there! Open the door.”

Ignoring seems to work, he thinks...he thinks wrong. Before he can react, he hears the doorknob turn and the sound of the door creaking open tells him that he foolishly forgot to lock the door. He spins the chair to glare at Y/N

“The fuck do you want?”

“I want to know why you’ve been acting more pissy than usual today.” She states closing the door behind her with a click.

“Keep wondering then.”

“It would be much easier if you just told me.” She crosses her arms.

Bakugou shrugs with a scowl. “Shouldn’t you be out there? Wouldn’t wanna waste your precious quality time with Dunce Face now would you?” His scowl becomes harsher at the thought. Y/N pauses, silence filling the space between them for a few seconds.

“You’re...oh my god, Katsuki, are you...jealous or something?” She asks, snickering a little.

“What the hell? I’m not jealous.” He gets to his feet and yells, fists clenched. He wasn't jealous.

“You are! You’re jealous! Katsuki Bakugou is jealous!” Y/N laughs, ignoring the murderous look on the others face. Before she knows it, she’s yanked forward by her collar, close to a very much seething Bakugou.

“I’m not jealous, you little shit.” He growls lowly, his fist bunching the front of Y/N’s shirt.

“Your actions tell me otherwise.” Her eyes flicker down to his hold, before going back up to meet his fiery ones. She suddenly realizes how close they are, she can practically feel his breath fanning over her face. She goes quiet at the thought, a flush creeping up her face. Bakugou notices the lack of retort, and a slow smirk spreads across his face as he sees how red the other is.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Where’s the witty retorts now, shithead?” he yanks her closer, almost tauntingly.

“I left them with Kaminari, I guess.” Y/N says quietly after recovering from the initial shock. SHe grins as she’s released and shoved away almost immediately.

“So it’s Kaminari now?” he cocks his head to the side.

“That bothers you?”

“Obviously not. Do what you want, idiot.” He scoffs, looking away with a scowl. Y/N contemplates her options. She could push the point and risk Bakugou completely pushing her away...or she could leave and address the problem later.

Later. A word she’s all too familiar with. She’s been putting off doing something as trivial as confessing till ‘later’ for the past few months. She can’t exactly pinpoint how or why she fell for this hotheaded, stubborn, asshole of an unfairly attractive idiot, but she knows that she’ll have to tell him sometime, even if he rejects her and doesn’t feel the same. After a few seconds of thought she makes up her mind and shrugs.

“All right. Guess I’ll go spend some more time with Kaminari then. Since you don’t mind.” She turns and pulls the door open. Before it can open more than a few inches, however, it’s forcibly slammed shut by a hand next to her head. She turns around in surprise and is met with Bakugou glaring down at her.

“...What?” She prompts when he doesn’t speak.

He continues glaring down at her in silence, seemingly fighting a mental battle over something. It seems like the debate is settled however, when he sighs in annoyance and leans down, crashing their mouths together harshly.

It only lasts a few seconds, a few fiery, explosive, wonderful seconds, before Y/N is left shell-shocked, as Bakugou pulls away, still scowling. He raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t move away.

“Uh...I- that was-...” Y/N stutters, before gathering herself and meeting his gaze with a small smile. “I should take that as a sign that you like me back?” She relishes the way he’s caught off guard since it doesn’t happen often. His eyes widen slightly in surprise and the hand on the door next to her head slips down just a fraction.

“Figured it out already, dumbass?” he grumbles, still keeping her fixed to her place with his eyes.

“Sorry...guess I short-circuited for a second.” She can’t help it. When Bakugou scowls and pulls away harshly, she reaches out and grabs his waist, attempting to keep him in place. “Kidding! I’m kidding, Katsuki!” She chuckles and hearing her laugh is the only thing that stops Bakugou from not prying her hands off him.

“There’s nothing going on between me and Denki, if you were curious. I’ve liked you for a while now and he knows that.” The tips of her ears turn red at the confession. Bakugou stares at her for a second, not seeing any hints of a lie. He relaxes a little and scoffs.

“Never said I was curious.” he rolls his eyes and Y/N shakes her head with a breathy laugh.

“Sure, Katsuki. Sure.”

When they return to the common area together, they’re sent questioning glances, but everyone knows better than to ask. Y/N sits next to Bakugou and Bakugou’s the one who has his arm around her and Bakugou’s the guy who gets to hear her laugh and he’s the one who gets to spend time with her.

He obviously wasn’t jealous before.

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Author’s Note: My first Bnha fic! Honestly, I’m so excited to start writing for this fandom, so send your requests in! They really get my creativity flowing!

Requests Are Open And Welcome

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x-infernhoes-x · 3 years

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Dangerous Game- Dominic x Reader [SMUT]

Dominic aka Hot Aswang Leader, Abswang, Zadddy Aswang x Reader

Warnings (?): Smut, Blood, Biting, Implied Relationship, Implied Consent, Dominic being slightly possessive? M A R K I N G S, Oral (female receiving), THEY BE GOING AT IT NON-STOP

Genre: Good Ol’ Fashioned Forbidden Love (if there’s a genre like that LMAO)

Description: I wrote this at 3:40 am last night while listening to Dangerous Game from the Broadway Musical, Jeykll and Hyde and my brain immediately went, why not coconut? So have this little brain fart I just got when I’m supposed to be sleeping. Come get y’alls juice Dominic simps. Also, reader is AFAB but I’ll try my hand at a gender-neutral one if ever I get possessed by the spirits of determination, diligence and inspiration. Also included a Bridgerton reference there and maybe an Ang Darling Kong Aswang reference too kasi why the fuck not.

PS. I’ve managed to finish this up sometime around 2:45 am today and yes I did sleep last night/yesterday and no, I didn’t spend my whole weekend writing this fic. Maybe.

He knew this was all sorts of wrong from the start and yet here he was, standing within the bed chambers of the woman he burns for more than anything in this world and a strong and almost otherworldly desire that only could be satiated by being with her. Dominic knew that his kind and his lover’s kind would be at odds due to how their nature was as a creature of the night to prey on humans. Although despite this, he was feeling hopeful that his relationship with his beloved would last. As the Aswang Prince, he was well aware that was happening around the clans he ruled over and he also knew of the union of Elisa who happened to be one of his people and her now husband, Victor. He also knew about the bloodshed that had taken place during that time and how it led to the civil unrest and rebellion within the tribes of his kind that rages on up until this day.

The wind from the open window where he had come from seemed to rage on and about outside as if there was a storm brewing. There before him stood (y/n) clad in her sleepwear with her back facing him, dark eyes wide in disbelief and brows furrowed in uncertainty and the Aswang Prince could tell from the way she stood and presented herself that she was thinking about the same thing as him. Shrugging off his coat, he then took a step forward towards his beloved who seemed to be unmoving before him, strong arms wrapped around her shoulders, his sharp nails gently running down the tense woman’s arms, back before halting to a stop on her neck and stomach with a gentle yet vice-like grip, his face gently nuzzling against her warm skin, breathing in her scent like a drug.

I feel your fingers- Brushing my shoulder- Your tempting touch, As it tingles my spine- Watching your eyes As they invade my soul- Forbidden pleasures I'm afraid to make mine.

“D-Dominic, what are you doing…?” His lover would ask, trying her best to pull herself away from the prince, breath hitched in her throat, soft lips trapped in between her teeth. “Hindi natin tong pwedeng ipagpatuloy….delikado na.” Tilting her head towards him, Dominic responded to her, breath ghosting over her lips, “I know…Pero wala na akong pakilam kung mahuli pa tayong dalawa.” Before he would bestow his lover a searing and passionate kiss hotter than the flames of hell and the santelmo could ever conjure, his hands relinquishing their hold upon her throat as they made their way down past her shoulders, breasts and stomach only to disappear between the valley of her thighs where his fingers would make quick work of her folds, already dripping wet with her arousal, making his lover groan out in pleasure, his hips bucking against her backside.

At the touch of your hand- At the sound of your voice- At the moment your eyes meet mine- I am out of my mind- I am out of control- Full of feelings I can't define!

With Dominic’s left hand still relentlessly working upon his lover’s heat, he could feel (Y/N)’s hands attempt to push him away once more, her chest heaving and skin flushed a deep red, letting out a fragile keen of his name escape her lips before he took a step back once he felt her tug on his jeans, a hint for him to take off what was left of his clothing, the thick plume of desire that once clouded his mind seemed to dissipate when he felt his own arousal escape the confines of his now discarded garments as he let out a moan of his own once he saw (Y/N) drop her night dress to the ground, awakening something primal within him, eyes drinking in every single curve, dip and imperfections that his lover had. To him, (Y/N) was the most beautiful woman he had set his sights on regardless of what she would say and it was pretty ironic to say that an Aswang like him was starting to believe that God was real and that God was definitely a woman that took the form of his lover who was perfect in every way.

It's a sin with no name- Like a tiger to tame And my senses proclaim It's a dangerous game!

With their lips pressed together in a heated kiss that seemed to drive them both wild, the raven haired Prince of the night drew back with a low snarl, his teeth trapping her lips between his enough to draw blood as he pulled away with a smirk, the dark red liquid staining both of their lips as he spoke, voice raspy and deep, “I’ll make sure that you’ll only feel me and only me tonight and leave marks on your skin as a symbol of my love. Sa akin ka lang at ako sayo, naiintindihan mo ba?” his words seemed to send chills down the quivering woman’s spine as he dragged his sharp nails down against her soft flesh, his lips and occasionally his tongue and fangs would trail lower and lower, his face disappearing between her legs, eating her out like a starved beast, his nose brushing against the soft bundle of nerves, hands gripping her thighs and hips tightly with his unnatural strength, his nails dug into her flesh, which left miniscule bleeding marks where Dominic held her, his eyes boring into hers, drinking in the sounds (Y/N) made like fine wine.

It's a sin with no name- Like a tiger to tame And my senses proclaim It's a dangerous game! A darker dream That has no ending Something unreal That you want to be true.

They’ve done this a million of times but Dominic would never get tired of hearing his lover’s needy pleas for him whenever they made love like this, his fingers would tease her entrance relentlessly, watching her squirm and thrash upon her mattress with an almost sadistic delight. He loved how she would beg for him, how her body reacted to his fervent touches and how breathless she would get after he would kiss her. He loved every second of it and it was safe to say that Dominic was proud of himself to be able to make his beloved to become like this and all for his eyes only. After a few more flicks of his devilishly talented tongue, Dominic then pulled away a grin plastered on his face while his partner mewled rather pathetically, almost as if to ask him why he ceased his relentless teasing just as she was this close on reaching her much needed release and was surprised to feel two of his fingers enter her, curling and twisting inside of her clenching walls that made Dominic groan the same time his love had yelped and screamed his name out like a desperate prayer and all at once his fingers came out of her with a satisfying ‘pop’, admiring how her juices coated his fingers and glistened in the dim lighting of her room like ambrosia.

A strange romance Out of a mystery tale The frightened princess Doesn't know what to do!

Does she just run away? Does she risk it and stay? Either way, there's no way to win! All I know is, I'm lost And I'm counting the cost My emotions are in a spin! And though no one's to blame...

“Here, have a taste of yourself.” Dominic stated, pressing his fingers against (Y/N)’s lips, which of course the overstimulated woman took in with such eagerness, sucking on his digits like how she would suck on a lollipop, her gaze hazy and pupils blown, almost turning themselves as dark as the night and that was enough for Dominic to enter her without warning but had enough preparation for him, her moans silenced by the fingers that were still in her mouth, her tongue now swirling around them making him growl against the junction of her shoulder and neck, his fangs piercing the skin there as well before he pulled his fingers away from her mouth, replacing it with his own, not minding the slight metallic taste from the incisions he had left a few moments ago.

It's a crime and a shame! But it's true, all the same It's a dangerous game!

No one speaks- Not one word- All the words are in our eyes Silence speaks Loud and clear- All the words we want to hear! It was an all lips, tongue and teeth type of kiss that seemed to flare both of their senses up into overdrive and making the lovers both drunk and high off of the euphoria they were sharing. Both of their bodies rocking against each other, their hands grasping whatever their fingers could touch, grab and tug at. Dominic could feel (Y/N)’s nails run down from his shoulders and down to his back, edging him to go as fast as he could on her, his hair sticking haphazardly onto his now sweaty skin, hips furiously slamming into her with no breaks at all. Dominic was living for it and this action alone made him hoist (Y/N)’s leg up to rest upon his shoulder while the other one snuck behind her, reeling the woman in closer by her haunches, both of them moaning in delight. At that moment they both couldn’t care less about the sounds they made, the important thing was that they were both here together, regardless of what the consequences that would soon bestow upon them.

What happened next between them was all a blur save for the things they’ve done in one whole night. Dominic took (Y/N) to great heights with him making love to her continuously, he had her pressed against the wall with him taking her from behind, on the floor, on her dresser, on every possible surface and position he could think of down to the point where the two of them did it in front of the mirror where he would watch his length disappear within her and the way her breasts would bounce every single time he would thrust into her, his hand would grip on her throat and would tighten slightly, lips would ghost over her ear whispering a string of curses and words that would give Satan himself a run for his money and his lover would respond to every word he would say with a moan or a mantra of his name and it was a sign that she was close, coming for whatever time that night and he was nearing his climax too from the way he was holding her against him.

I am losing my mind- I am losing control- Full of feelings I can't define! It's a sin with no name Like a tiger to tame and though no one's to blame It's a crime and a shame And the angels proclaim It's a dangerous game!

“D-dom, I-I’m close!!” (Y/N) cried out with tears in her eyes the moment Dominic had thrown her upon her bed, her toes curling and hands balled up into fists, . “Then come with me, my love. I w-want to see you break.” The prince would respond as he pulled her into a tight embrace, still rocking against her like there was no tomorrow and soon enough, they both came together leaving (Y/N) mumbling out his name like a babbling child, her insides coated with his own juices as she shakily held into her, both trembling from the extreme ecstasy they both felt.

Once they both had come down from their respective highs, the Aswang Leader could only pull his face back from its previous position from (Y/N)’s shoulder, his touch soft and light as he brushed away some strands away from her face with a soft smile as the two basked in the afterglow of their passionate love making, the two would merely hold entwine each other’s hands as a silent promise to never let go of each other before Dominic pressed a sweet kiss upon it. “Mahal kita.” He spoke firmly, eyes full of love, warmth and vulnerability that only she was allowed to see as the female responded with a kiss and a soft smile before saying, “Mahal din kita, Dominic.” And soon the two lovers fell asleep, with their bodies pressed up against each other.

It's a dangerous game! Such a dangerous game...

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