#Oh my god i hope you're falling apart it's gonna be the start of what you are

[reidrum]

all yours if you want me | s.r

pairing: spencer reid x bau!fem!reader

a/n: i think i really like this but if i proofread it one more time im gonna hate it so im just putting it out now lol. this is the full version of the sneak peak i posted last week woohoo ! also this is my first time writing smut so im sorry if it sucks but i hope y'all like it <3

summary: bau's got their first day off in weeks, and you're heading straight to the club to have some fun, you just didn't expect your coworker/crush to also be there while you're trying to forget him.

cw: 18+ minors pls dni, smut, p in v (dont be silly wrap ur willy), munch!spence, lowkey softdom!spence, suggestive dancing in public spaces, minor insecure reader, reader is afab and wears a dress and heels

wc: 4.6k

pls let me know if i forgot anything and let me know your thoughts pleaseee xx

it was the first friday night off you and any of the team members of the bau had in a long time, and you all were determined to spend it well. jj and hotch immediately went home to their families, penelope and emily decided they were going home to get some well needed rest, rossi went to a cigar club, not really sure what derek and spencer ended up doing, but you knew what you were doing tonight.

you’d had a long standing invitation from one of your college friends for a club night, and at first you’d decline because you’d get swept away on a case, and because you were hopelessly pining after your hot nerdy coworker dr. spencer reid.

spencer was smart in many ways, three PhDs, countless published papers, not to mention that eidetic memory of his. there was one thing that spencer was just fucking dumb at, and it was your shameless flirting at him.

like it annoyed you how clueless he was. you’d bring him coffee in the mornings with hearts drawn on it, fall asleep on his shoulder on the jet rides back, even complimenting his outfit or looks which made him flustered, but still nothing. your harbored crush seemed to stay just that, a crush. and while you’d hope he would get the hint he just hasn’t.

so you pull out your phone to text your friend. 

“barry’s at 9?”

“oh my god FINALLY. i’m there i'll pick you up at 8:30.”

you grin to yourself, this was good. you needed to get out and unwind for once.

you drive home quickly to hop in the shower before your friend comes to get you. throwing on a silk slip dress as your outfit of choice, you slipped your heels on and met your friend in the car.

walking into the club, you’re met with the thumping bass of the music playing and the staunch smell of alcohol, sweat, and sex.

it made you think about the last time you got laid, which was a really long time ago. and honestly you wanted to sleep with spencer so bad you hadn’t been making advances elsewhere. but that was going to change tonight, you were determined to have good slutty fun, and hopefully get laid.

your friend grabbed your hand and beelined to the bar, ordering two tequila shots each. once you downed them you moved to the dance floor and started preying for a target. as you’re scanning the room, you notice a familiar looking mop of brown hair standing next to bald headed man. a combo you knew all too well.

-

derek morgan was a player. and before he’s a player, he’s a damn good friend. which was his reasoning for dragging spencer out of his apartment to come out to the club and have fun.

“but i can have fun at home by myself morgan.”

“kid, you need to let loose once in a while. you are young, i’m just helping you take advantage of it.”

-

so now spencer’s at the club (a sentence he still struggles to believe) wearing trousers and navy button down shirt to which morgan had popped the top buttons open because ‘it gives the ladies a sneak peek’. he just rolled his eyes and went with it. he’s nursing a shirley temple at the bar, perusing the environment when he comes across a pair of eyes he knows like the back of his hand.

when you recognize the amber eyes you couldn’t believe your luck. of course, on the one night you’d decided to explore other options he shows up in the least expected place for him to be. so much for getting over him, you think. shyly raising your hand to wave, spencer returns the gesture. morgan takes note, “who are you waving t- oh, pretty girl is here huh pretty boy?” he nudges him.

a blush raises on his face. spencer thought you were attractive, like really attractive. you were a great addition to the bau and he admired your work ethic a lot, the day you walked into the bullpen wearing a fitted pantsuit had his own pants growing real tight. he still remembers when you introduced yourself and he couldn’t even get up without exposing himself. you thankfully didn’t think it was weird, and spencer was relieved when it was finally time to go home. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t have nights where he wished you were the one finishing him off and not his rough hands. he didn’t think you’d like someone like him, and took all of your ‘advances’ as morgan calls them, as acts of kindness.

morgan laughs as he watches spencer’s iq deteriorate to below 50 staring at you, “do you what you gotta do man. but you better be going home with someone tonight okay?”

spencer nods and nurses his drink a bit and looks back to morgan to realize he’s already off dancing with some girls in the corner. damn.

after your distanced encounter with spencer, you decide it’s time to move on and have some fun on your own. you couldn’t be hung up on him anymore, at least not tonight. tonight was for bad decisions.

good thing bad decision walked up to you asking to dance, whatshisname leads you to the dance floor and puts his hands on your hips, swaying to the beats of t-pain and pitbull.

you didn’t know, but spencer was watching every move you made. he watched you get led to the dance floor, the way he placed his hands right on your ass and squeezed, and how he turned you around so you were dancing on his front with your back. he gripped his glass so tight the bartender had to tell him he’d have to pay if it breaks.

he gets it, you’re attractive. this is the kind of thing that happens to people who look like you. who wouldn’t want you? but then he watched it happen a second time. and a third. and a fourth and fifth, till he just stopped counting at nine for his sanity.

spencer was not used to the green monster taking over him, but oh god was he fucking seething with jealousy.

you realized spencer was watching you by whatshisname number five. he hadn’t moved from his spot and he was constantly staring in your direction. deciding to do a little experiment, you played up your dancing a lot more, acting more flirtatious, dragging the guy’s hands further down, and letting out open mouthed moans that you knew spencer couldn’t hear but could definitely see. you watched as his jaw shifted and his knuckles turned white as you danced with each guy, realizing the growing effect that you now had on him.

by whatshisname number nine, you casted your hook. making sure to face spencer and meet his eyes, you watched as they darkened when he realized you were looking right at him. spencer might’ve brushed it off as a coincidence, but then you winked at him. and he realized what you were doing—you were taunting him, and fuck was it working for him. the bulge in his pants grew uncomfortable that he had to stand up to not draw so much attention to it under the bar lights. 

you watched him stand up and adjust himself and you threw your line. when he looked back up at you, you made a come here motion with your index finger and a bite of your lip. spencer’s eyes darkened impossibly more, he paid for his tab and strode over to you.

sinker.

he pulled you from the man behind you, who muttered a ‘what the fuck’ and moved away. spencer pulled you flush to his chest and with a low voice in the crest of your ear he whispered, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“i don’t think i know what you’re talking about dr. reid, could you explain it to me?”

spencer tightens his hold on you and ghosts over your ear once more, “this is a dangerous game you’re playing, sweetheart.”

“a game you joined the second you walked over here.”

he looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and matched the small smirk on your lips. game on.

the song changed to something with a more sultry beat, and you used the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck and let his hands guide your hips to the music. while he wasn’t much of a dancer, he could definitely keep a beat. it didn’t prove to be so difficult when your chest was pushing up on his own that he was just waiting for them to spill out. he realized he could feel your hardened nipples through your slip, the nubs rubbing friction through the fabric of their clothes. he moaned internally while he gripped your hips to pull you even closer. it was clear spencer seemed to be getting comfortable with moving your body and holding you close, but you couldn’t let that happen.

before the second chorus you turn around in his arms so your back is pressed up against his front, and you start dancing on him.

spencer’s taken by surprise, something you felt when his hands faltered the confident rhythm it kept up, and while he watched you dance just like this with all those guys it’s like his mind is blank now.

you recognize the song playing, collide by justine skye & tyga, and use the sultry beat to your advantage. you move your ass hard on his front, feeling his length pressed between your cheeks. you gesture for him to lean his head down and he lets out a low groan as you whisper in his ear, “all that for me?”.

a primal instinct starts to take over spencer’s being, and he grips your hips to meet his rutting from behind. spencer was desperate for any friction that could soothe the growing ache in his pants. you grinned as you felt take what he needed from you. it was quickly wiped off your face when you felt his hands inching dangerously close to where you really wanted him.  you place your hands on his with surprise and look at him, “what are you doing?”

“i don’t think i know what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” he threw back at you, “but if there’s something you’d like me to do, i’m all ears.” spencer grazes his fingers under the hem of your dress, toying with the lace band of your panties and slipping his fingers below it to stroke your inner thighs.

fuck. he turned it on you so fast it almost gave you whiplash. the provocative dancing was something you could handle, hell everyone on that dance floor was doing the same thing as you both. what you weren’t sure you could handle was him about to touch you in a public space. but, your body betrayed you as it turned you on to another plane. you look up at him with lust filled eyes and let out a breathy moan of his name. spencer collapses internally and stands his ground, “if you want something, beg me.”

spencer thinks he’s won the upper hand, and he’s feeling so smug behind you. he still thinks he has the upper hand until you reach down and place his middle and index finger in your mouth, circling your tongue around the digits.

“touch me.” you moan out, releasing his fingers.

spencer is dumbfounded how he’s the one about to burst out his pants when he made you beg for him. it should make him feel embarrassed at how close he was, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. not when you in his arms pleading him to do something. you sounded so pretty, and who was he to deny a pretty thing like you?

his fingers continue their journey down, outlining the lace trim resting on your thighs. he hooks his fingers on the fabric to pull it aside and slips into you, going at an aching pace to gather the wetness and groaning out, “jesus, you’re so wet, was this all for me? you needed my attention that bad, baby?”

you whimper and grip his hand even tighter because you’re not sure if your legs are holding out any longer. it’s all so overwhelming—having his hands down your panties in the middle of the dance floor, the lewdity of the noises in your ear, the hard length pressing desperately on your ass. this is all you’ve ever wanted from him, to want you. and now it’s happening, and your brain can’t fire the neurons fast enough to process the moment. instead your body responded with your skin heating up with anticipation, heart beating out as much adrenaline to keep up. the daze is getting foggier by the second as he trails his fingers up and down your slit, spreading the wetness and circling your clit on the way up. and you think you’re about to get accustomed to the pace he’s set, when he delves between your folds and you moan out loud so abruptly that the nearby patrons looked around wondering where it came from.

you can feel spencer’s shit eating grin behind you as he moves his head down to leave love bites on your neck. if he can feel your bluff dissipating, he’s not saying anything. his fingers set a painfully slow rhythm, and you grind down trying to get any more friction to reach your peak. he’s hitting you in all the right spots that make you see the stars and beyond, leaning your head back on his chest as you barrel towards your climax. you feel yourself mere seconds away from reaching, and spencer suddenly pulls his fingers out, making you whine out in protest, “wh- what are you doing?”

spencer grabs your wrist and starts dragging you through the sweaty bodies surrounding you, tightening his grip with a small smirk as he passes a few of the guys you were dancing with earlier. suckers.

he pushes the doors open with a force and while the cool air is attempting to return your body to homeostasis, the anticipation of where he’s going overtakes you, “spence, where are we going wh-“ you cut off your sentence with a gasp as he handles you flush to the door of his car. then it’s just silence for a few moments. no loud bass or weird dudes, just the two of you. the only sound that can be heard are your breaths competing for prominence. you look up at him and focus on the details of his face illuminated by the moonlight, trying to read his expression. his honeyed eyes have fully darkened to a lustful hickory, and suddenly you felt like a gazelle being preyed on by a lion.

he reaches into his pocket and unlocks the car with a soft beep. it’s the focused eyes on you that drive you to open the door, but it’s the subtle silent nod of his head towards the car that makes you move inside waiting for him to join you. he climbs in after you, shutting the door and locking it.

spencer moves to the middle seat and allows his legs to spread open, he taps his thighs and faintly says, “come here.”

you shuffle closer and swing your legs over him, your dress rising up a little as you fully sit on his clothed crotch. and now you realize the corporeality of the moment. it’s like, really real now. all this time pining after the boy genius with no luck and now he’s got you in the backseat of his car and your panties crooked, waiting for you to move. the bravado you wore and so tightly held onto for a majority of the night comes crashing down like a shattered vase, and you’re not sure if you have any more in you to salvage the pieces. you may be a profiler, but try as you might you are not a mind reader, yet you so desperately want to know what he’s thinking. is it too much to ask what this means? will it overwhelm him to say you’ve dreamt about this moment for many nights, and how those dreams went on till the early morning when he’d stay and brush your hair back with a temple kiss. the whispers of sweet nothings sticking to you like honey as you got ready for the day. are these questions you even want to know the answer to?

you may not be a mind reader, but he is dr. spencer reid, who noticed your demeanor change after too long of a silence.

“hey,” he holds your chin delicately to your eyes, “it’s okay if you want to stop, i’m sorry for tak-“

it’s your turn to cut him off, “no! no i, i still want this, i just,” you falter.

“just what, baby?” he coos softly.

it makes tears well up in your eyes, you hope he can’t see them, “i’ve just wanted this for so long, and it’s probably embarrassing that i’m admitting this now of all times, but i don’t know if i can handle this meaning more to me than it does to you.” you confess quietly.

spencer listens to your admission and gingerly resecures his arm behind you, a position he thinks is starting to become second nature. he rubs soft shapes into the small of your back, “what makes you think that?”

“because i basically threw myself at you tonight, and it seems to be the first time you noticed me.” you say halfheartedly. 

“you think i don’t notice you?” he whispers, leaning in to leave soft kisses in the crook of your neck. spencer is dumbfounded, confused at how you reached such a conclusion. but as a man of science, he feels there’s only one way to prove himself. he breathes your name out, “can i show you how much i notice you? please?”

you nod, at least you could commit this moment to memory if it was all you’d have left of him. he presses his lips to yours for the first time that night, your breath faltering as he becomes more feverous with his attacks. slotting his tongue with yours, your hands move up to his silky hair to take purchase in. he lets out a groan as he pulls back from you, “i need to taste you.”

he guides your body to lean back on the center console, the only way his tall figure would be able to accommodate this position. your legs are still split on either side of his legs, using your hands to prop yourself up to watch his movements. he hooks his fingers on the sides of your panties and slowly slides them down, moaning at the way your slick causes resistance as he pulls them off your legs. wrapping his arms under your thighs to lift you up to face level, he places small kisses on your inner thighs as he makes his way to your core. he places a final kiss on your center before licking a long stripe up to your clit. moaning out wantonly, he continues his ministrations and kitten licks all over you, circling back up to your clit after each round.

“spence..” you whine out. he moves his focus to your clit, circling and sucking till you’re squirming in his arms so much has to grip your thighs. your hands are fussing through his hair, gripping and pulling to find something to ground you. spencer then slips his fingers into your core for the second time tonight, and you lose it.

he’s pumping his fingers in and out, that all you can hear is the squelching noises of your cunt. adding another one, you’re unable to stay still anymore, as if you were before.

“oh my fuck, spencer. i’m gonna cu-, cum. please don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” you moan out filthy.

spencer unlatches his mouth for a moment, “come for me, baby.”

your orgasm crashes down on you like a wave breaking on the shore. it’s all consuming, leaving you shaking and breathless and he lifts his head from between your legs and you see his chin glistening with you in the moonlight. the sight itself is so pornographic, you can’t help but shuffle back onto his lap to crash your lips back to his, tasting yourself on his tongue. he tangles his hands in your hair as you move yours between you both, unzipping his trousers to palm him through his boxers.

he breakily moans in your ear as you slowly pull back the band to take him out. the sight takes you by surprise, you knew he was big, you felt it on your ass while you were dancing. but seeing how it compared to your hand had you bulging your eyes.

“you’re so big,” you whisper. how the hell was that fitting inside of you?

spencer the mind reader places his hand on top of yours as you lazily stroke him, “we’ll go slow, don’t worry.” he can’t help but feel his ego inflate to the skies, he can’t remember the last time he had someone look intimidated by him.

nodding faintly, you gather the spit in your mouth and let it fall between you both to land on the flushed pink tip. you spread it up and down his length, setting a slow pace that had him moaning expletives in your ear.

“oh-, ohhh, fuck baby. you’re so good at that holy shit,” he says trying to hold himself together. you give him a few more pumps before lifting your hips up to guide him inside you. you move his tip to your entrance, rubbing it teasingly before spencer places his hands on your sides to stabilize you, and slowly sink you down onto him.

the second his tip pushes past your folds, you both moan out in harmony. placing your hands on his shoulders you leverage yourself to sink down further inch by inch, until your core is flush with the base of his thighs.

spencer is a man of many words, maybe too many. but right now the only word he can remember is your name as he watched you take his length whole inch by inch slowly losing any restraint he had left. the pressure his cock had inside of you was heavenly. you’d never felt so full, and you could tell he was trying so hard to stay still as you adjusted above him.

when you bottom out spencer throws his head back against the seat, “oh that’s it, good girl,” you clenched around him. “you okay?”

you nod in response, ignoring the way the term of endearment sent flutters to your heart, and attempt an experimental rock of your hips, causing spencer’s head to whip up and meet your lust blown eyes with his own. he adjusts his hands on the sides of your thighs and starts helping you move up and down on his length, setting a brutally slow pace.

you rest your head and moan into the crook of his neck as he continues his movements, “spencer, please, more, i can take it.”

he still can’t believe what’s happening right now, all those days he spent thinking about you in the bullpen, at home, everywhere really, and here you were begging on top of him to fuck you good.

“you still think i don’t notice you?” he says into your ear, “i have dreamt about what you’d look like bouncing on my cock, and you are blowing any idea i had out of the water.”

you whimper as he continues, “and when i’m not thinking about ruining you, i am in awe at how you walk through life. you bring so much joy everywhere you go, it’s a blessing to be able to experience you.” he says through shaky breaths.

the praise goes straight to core, with some traveling to your heart again, and you’re not sure how much longer you can hold on before you unravel physically and emotionally.

his hands are guiding you up and down at a harder pace now, “so,” thrust. “you still think,” thrust, “i don’t notice you?” he thrusts into you once more and holds you down, making sure you’re looking directly at him, “it was never an option to brush past you, you are everything to me. i didn’t know how to show that without overwhelming you. i’m sorry.”

tears well up in your eyes again, spencer notices this time and presses a small kiss on your forehead. all your senses feel like they’re in overdrive, unable to comprehend anything right now. your skin feels like it’s on fire as he rolls your hips faster to meet his ruts.

“spence, i- i’m so close.” you whine desperately. 

he slips his hand between you both to rub your clit, “i know baby, i’ve got you. let go for me.”

his words were enough to break the dam, your second climax of the night hurling towards you. the white hot feeling overtook your whole body, shaking and clenching above him. your grip on him was threateningly vicious, probably leaving deep crescent marks in the nape of his shoulders. you wish the euphoria would last forever if it meant having spencer like this. as you came down from your high, the two of you were still moving together, slowly rocking your hips to meet each other. once you were grounded again, you pushed through the sensitivity in your core to rise up on his length, just barely leaving the tip in before you slid back down fast and hard, now focusing on spencer reaching his peak.

“oh jesus, fuck.” spencer moaned out brokenly.

“come on spence you can do it,” you taunted as you clenched down, “come inside me, make a mess of me please.” a rush of confidence flowed through as you whispered into his ear, and spencer held your hips to help you bounce faster on him.

spencer let out a loud groan as you felt the hot spurts coat your insides, he was leaving matching crescent marks on the sides of your hips as the ones on his shoulders, making sure all of him was left in you. feeling him soften inside, you remained on his lap with him sheathed in you. you both are breathing heavily, leaning back to hopefully give you both some relief from the sex filled air. looking around the car you realize that all the windows are fogged up and let out a tiny giggle.

“what’s so funny?” he looks up at you slightly amused and very out of breath.

“no it’s just, the windows are such a dead giveaway for what we just did in here.” 

“eh, i don’t really care what people think.”

“gasp, dr. reid wants to let the world know he has car sex with random girls?”

he leans in to bite your neck playfully, “random? did nothing i said during all that register for you?”

you yelp and attempt to play dumb, “actually i don’t remember a word, you might have to jog my memory. maybe even recreate the circumstances to help with cementing it. i read about situational memorization where certain scenarios are easily remembered when there’s a big event to anchor it to.”

he swears he could’ve melted on the spot at you explaining a concept you’d read about to him, “careful sweetheart, calling it a big event might inflate my ego a little too high.”

“i mean, i can tell it worked,” you tease as you feel him harden inside of you again, “so tell me genius, how many times does a scenario have to happen for me to remember the information?”

“i guess we’ll have to find out, don’t we?”

[tetsumie]

hey! saw that you were accepting reqs for your 1k event (which congrats btw! so deserved) so was wondering if you could do kuroo w/ the prompt "do you love me?" and let it be hurt/comfort plspls & i couldn't think of an au so uh maybe college au ?? (you can pick the au if you don't feel that one) but yeah tysm and u totally don't need to write it if you're too busy. once again congrats on 1k!

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

pairing: college student!kuroo x reader

genre: comfort

content: you come home after a long day to find solace in kuroo who reminds you that you're not alone.

cw: feelings of insecurities and late night overthinking thoughts

a/n: hi anon bby sorry for posting this so lateeee i've been in a little slump lately but writing this helped me out of it so i appreciate you lots! enjoy! (also this is lwk self indulgent sooo hahahahaha)

if burn-out could take human form, it would be you.

it's a late friday night when you finally come home from a long shift from your part-time job. the door closes behind you with a quiet click, and you find yourself sliding down against it, your back pressed against the cold wood. your legs are outstretched in front of you, head bowed low, and your arms lie limp at your sides.

god, you're so tired.

"hey," a familiar voice speaks up and pulls you out of your thoughts. "welcome home."

you slightly lift your head and see that he's crouched down beside you, honey-colored eyes looking at you with concern.

you blink in surprise. "tetsu? what are you-"

"your roommate let me in," he cuts you off, as if he anticipated your question. "don't worry, they're not here, they're out for the night."

"oh."

kuroo studies your features with his gaze lingering on the exhaustion etched into your features. you look so worn out and drained.

he can’t help but feel a pang of worry run through his body.

with no hesitation, he scoops you up in his arms which is answered with a surprised yelp from you. "alright you big baby, let's go take a nice bath, yeah?"

you find yourself sitting in front of him with your chest against his back in the bathtub. the scent of the vanilla bath soap fills the air, and the soft glow of candlelight creates a serene ambiance. kuroo’s chest radiates his warmth as he runs reassuring circles on your shoulders.

"you've been so busy lately, hm?" kuroo starts.

you hum in agreement. "yeah, i guess."

he can feel the tension in your body, the weight of you carrying everything. his fingers trace your body: from your delicate shoulders down to your arms, in hopes of easing the heavy weights on your back.

"have you been picking extra shifts at your job?" he asks, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

"yeah," you reply, defeated. "my rent isn't gonna pay itself, y'know."

"i know, baby, i know." he gives a tender kiss on your shoulder blade. "i'm glad we could spend some time together today though. you really need a break."

"i'm okay," you say out loud.

are you trying to convince him that you're okay or yourself?

you turn your head to face him and his flushed cheeks are close to yours.

he's so handsome.

without thinking, your hand reaches out to his face, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. he smiles into the kiss, holding you close, refusing to let you go just yet. he lets you cling to him for the rest of the time in the tub as he washes the dirt and tension off your back.

later, as the both of you dry up, kuroo can't help but keep sneaking glances at you.

he knows you’re tired.

he could tell from the moment you were slumped against the front door. he sees it in the distant look in your eyes, the way your mind always seems to be elsewhere, even when you’re together

his whole world (you) was falling apart.

he knew that you were overworking yourself, pushing yourself beyond your limits, and he felt helpless watching it all unfold in front of him.

and to top it off, you’d been avoiding him, making excuses.

something is wrong.

after changing into one of your (his) oversized t-shirts and a pair of shorts, you crawl into bed, patting the space next to you. kuroo takes that as his cue and hops in, beginning to envelop you in his embrace.

your face is in his chest as he's wrapped his big arms around you. you mumble some incoherent words which has him releasing his grip on you.

"what'd you say?" he cocks an eyebrow.

you hesitate, feeling a bit embarrassed to repeat what you said only a few moments prior.

"do you even love me anymore?" you mumble, eyes looking away from him.

he sits up straight now, hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look him in the eye. "what are you even talking about dumbass?"

"i know i haven’t been spending enough time with you and i get if you’re feeling frustrated and annoyed with me…"

he looks at you with a straight face, making him difficult to read.

nonetheless, you continue to pour out your feelings.

"i know i'm a handful and i don't want you to be here because you feel obligated to. i'm sure there are other things that you'd rather be doing right now and i feel bad that you're here when you could be out with your friends doing fun stuff."

your words hang heavy in the air now.

the burden of the past weeks plus the internal guilt you’ve been feeling was finally spoken out into the universe.

it's dead silent and the guilt is suffocating you. you refuse to look up from your lap until he utters out, "so that's what this is about?"

your eyes lift from your fidgeting fingers, widening as you're met with kuroo's piercing, calculating gaze, accompanied by a smirk and a quick flick to your forehead

"ow!" you start rubbing the throbbing part of your head. "what the hell was that for?"

"that was for being a fucking dumbass."

"but i didn't even do anything!"

"you did when you started doubting yourself and letting your insecurities get to you," he says firmly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"i know you’ve been busy and preoccupied lately and that’s okay, yeah? don’t feel bad about being busy, yeah? that should be the least of your worries. i’m here to pick our relationship up when it gets too heavy for you."

guilt washes over you, mingling with the love you feel for him.

he’s so understanding, so patient... you don’t feel worthy of him.

and almost as if he could read your mind, he keeps going.

"i’ll say this as many times as you need me to: i’ve never felt 'obligated' to be with you or whatever that bullshit means. i’m here because i want to be, not because i have to. i love you, and i want to be here for you."

he looks down at you with your eyes looking up at him. his heart skips a beat at the sight. you look so adorable right now with your a slight pout enveloping your features. he can't help but let a smile escape his lips.

"i’m here because i love you,” he repeats, his voice steady and sincere. “have i not told you how much you mean to me enough?"

you shake your head, immediately. "n-no! you always tell me!"

"i just have been really been in my feelings lately and i've been just trying to keep myself occupied so i don't start spiraling," you look away from kuroo.

"and that's okay, yeah?" he strokes your hair. "no matter what, i promise i’ll try my best to be there for you. i want to be here for you."

he kisses the top of your head. "i love you, my pretty. don't you ever forget that."

you wrap your arms around his neck and start peppering his face with small kisses. before you know it, you're lying on top of him now and your faces are only mere centimeters apart from one another. you can feel his breath on your chin and the lingering scent of his cologne infiltrate your nostrils.

"i’m sorry i haven’t been around you more," you whisper, guilt still gnawing at you.

"it's okay, my love. i promise," he reassures you once more. "i'm glad i could be here."

"i love you, stupid," you tell him, placing a quick kiss on your lips.

"i know," he laughs, pulling you back to his lips and letting you go for a quick second. "i love you too." and he continues to kiss you and hold you for the rest of the night until the sun rises.

© tetsumie 2024 all rights reserved

[quokkareactions]

Stray Kids as angst tropes:

Hey, guys! Okay, so I was in the mood for writing some angst, so here you go four angsty Stray Kids drabbles. I still have to work on Seungmin's, which means I'll probably post the other four tomorrow. Until then I hope you enjoy these ones.

Kisses😘

Chan:

You and Chan were walking down the street holding hands and laughing when a girl stopped in her tracks next to you.

"Chan? Is it really you?" she said with a surprised laugh.

The confusion on Chan's face quickly changed into pure happiness when he recognised the girl.

You've never met the girl before but you know exactly who she is. You know that she's the owner of the box of women's clothes on the highest shelf in Chan's closet. You know that she's the reason why Chan's watching Attack on Titan every Tuesday night. You know that he can't say he loves you because of her. And it hurts even if you told him a thousand times that it's okay. He looks at you like you're the prettiest girl in the world, but her... He looks at her like she's his whole world.

"Chan, stop apologising"

"But I didn't know this will happen, we were only supposed to meet to catch up a bit, not to find our unresolved feelings for each other"

"I did"

"What?" he looks at you in confusion.

"I knew this was coming, she was always who you'd choose"

"I'm so sorry, y/n"

"I guess it was my mistake" you let out a bitter laugh.

"No, don't you dare say you're at fault"

"I should've left sooner" now both of your eyes were glossy from tears. "Goodbye, Chan"

You hugged.

"I wish you all the best, y/n"

Minho:

Ringing. Not even remotely unusual sound for Minho. Especially because his best friend since high school was calling him nonstop for the last few days. He just ignored it for the most parts. He didn't want to talk to her. He had no idea what to say to her after what happened at Friday night. But then the ringing stopped and did not start again like Minho anticipated it to, like it did oh so many times already this weekend. What happened? Did you give up?

He almost felt relieved but then he realized... He knows you too well to believe you gave up. You're too persistent. And boy was he right. The next thing he hears is banging on his door.

"Open the fucking door, Minho, or I swear to god I'm gonna kick it in your face"

With a sigh he opens the door and you storm in.

"Y/n, seeing you is always a delight"

"Cut the crap, Min, I deserve at least an explanation"

"I'm not sure I can give you the explanation you wanna hear"

"Please, what happened? I thought you wanted it too" you whispered.

"We ruined our friendship"

"No, we didn't. Our friendship doesn't have to be ruined just because we start dating, it's not..."

"I don't want to date you! I never have and never will" he cuts in bitterly.

"But... I watched you go out with numerous girls waiting for the day you realize that the right girl was right in front of you the whole time" you trail off, tears now freely falling from your eyes.

"Sleeping with you was the worst mistake of my life" he answers without any emotion what so ever.

"And knowing you was mine. Fuck you, Lee Minho!"

With that you walk out of his apartment and his life. You never wanted to see him again not as a friend, not as a lover and not even as a stranger on the street. You wanted to forget him and the piece of your heart that he took for forever.

Changbin:

It was collecting up in you for long by now. Ever since Changbin and you became official you're getting hate from his fans. And we are talking about regular death threats level of hate. But when your sister got involved too you had enough. You decided to break up with Changbin. It was a hard decision but you had to do it, you couldn't take it anymore. Even though he had a really hard time dealing with the fact.

"Please tell me at least part of it was real" he pleaded

"All of it was real but I can't do this anymore. I'm not strong enough to bear it"

"Don't say it. Don't say goodbye"

"I'm so sorry, Changbin" you choked out, lips trembling, voice cracking and tears collecting on your lashes. "But we were never meant to last"

You left the room and was about to open the front door when he shouted after you.

"If you knew that from the start you should have told me before I fell in love with you"

For him the only indication of you hearing it was the sound of the front door closing right after. That was the last time you saw each other.

Hyunjin:

You and Hyunjin were madly in love at the start of your relationship and you made sure that everyone knew that. You were probably the cringiest couple alive. You did everything together and you were all over each other all the time. So everything was perfect until your third year anniversary. You had a huge fight and Hyunjin left and spent the night at his friend's. A girl he suddenly started to spend an awful lot of time with. Since then you felt further and further away from each other. You stopped going out together.

You were slipping away from each other and what is better evidence to that than the situation you're in right now. You are standing exhausted and completely soaked by the rain in front of the Café you work in. The Café your boss closed at 19:00. Exactly when he does everyday, exactly when your shift ended and exactly when you asked Hyunjin this morning to pick you up from there. That was an hour ago. Since then the rain is getting more and more intense. You are not  sure anymore whether it's the rain or your tears that's running down your cheek constantly.

At the start of the hour you thought it's him every time a car passed by. You are not hoping anymore. Not even sure why are you still waiting for him, you could've gotten on a bus and you'd already be home.

[lateatnewyork]

Hi, could I request a Bodhi fluff prompt number 1? I think it would be something he would say to his partner, since Xaden mentionned that Bodhi was possesive in Iron flame when he saw Violet wearing his flight jacket.

I hope you don't mind that I'm joining your two requests together 💕

Second request: "Hi! Could I request a Bodhi smutt prompt 31? Like maybe he came to visit after graduating Basgiagth? Thanks in advance, there's not enough Bodhi fics :))"

Missed You

Bodhi Durran x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, swearing, fluff, breeding kink?

Prompts: Fluff - "You look really good in my clothes”, Smut - "Show me how much you missed me.”

Summary: Bodhi was stationed a post far away from you, and you hadn't expected him back so early. He intends to show you just how much he has missed you.

a/n: i agree, bodhi does not get enough love, i haven’t read fourth wing or iron flame in a while so sorry if things aren’t exactly the same 🫶🏻 as always unedited

I stand in the kitchen, with my hands on my hips, my eyes glaring at the ingredients I have laid out on the counter. Bodhi is coming home tonight after 2 months stationed at some post.

Gods I missed him.

“I could make a cake,” I mumble to myself.

No, I’ve done that too many times.

I continue glaring at the ingredients as if they have some hidden answer in them.

“Fuck it I’m making the cake,”

I had just put the cake in the oven, elbows deep in flour.

The door unlatched but I couldn’t hear it over the sound of the tap running.

“Hi my love,” I hear a deep voice behind me. Gasping, I run to Bodhi, jumping into his arms.

Kissing him hard on the lips, I savoured the taste of him. His strong arms wrapped under my thighs to hold me up. Pulling away, I try to catch my breath from that knee weakening kiss.

If Bodhi hadn’t been holding me, I definitely would’ve fallen.

“Missed you” he mumbles against my lips, I giggle and whisper “I missed you too baby”.

“Oh shit I have flour all over me,” I stammered, “I’m gonna get it all over your clothes”.

“I don’t care,” he retorts pulling me closer “Did you know how beautiful you look?” he gazes deep into my eyes. “Even like this?” I chuckle.

“Especially like this, makes me wanna get you all nice and round with my kids,” he groans out.

“What are we waiting for then Lieutenant, show me how much you missed me,” I commanded.

A cheeky grin crosses his lips, “Gladly”.

Gripping onto his shirt, I yelp as he carries me over his shoulders and runs up the stairs and to our bedroom.

"Bodhi, I swear to fucking god if you drop me, I'll gut you," my head bobbles as his grip on my thighs tightens. I gulp at the feeling, hopefully he doesn't notice.

"Have more faith in me darling," his hand loosens and just as I'm about to start yelling again it comes in contact with my ass, a loud slap echoing.

"Bodhi!" I gasp, about to lecture him again when I realise that I can pinch his butt.

And that's exactly what I do. His reaction is more milder to mine, probably because he isn't being carried over someone's shoulder.

"Didn't know you were an ass kind of lady, sweetheart," he chuckles.

"It's hard not to be when my husband has such fat ass," I grin.

He pushes me against the door and kisses me hard. His lips find mine in a hungry, passionate kiss, his lingering touch conveying the depth of his longing. The intensity of his desire for me is palpable as he holds me tightly, cherishing the moment of reunion after being apart for so long.

I deepen the kiss, my lips hungry and insistent against his. With a firm yet gentle touch, he begins to skillfully remove my clothing, his hands tracing the curves of my body with reverence. Each garment falls away, revealing my bare skin to his hungry gaze.

As my body is exposed to him, he takes a moment to stare at me. "Bloody hell, you're stunning," he whispers, his voice filled with genuine awe. The way his skin glows under the dim light, the way my curves beckon him closer, it's all too tempting to resist.

I begin to rid him of his own clothing, each piece discarded with urgency. The room fills with the sound of fabric hitting the ground as the anticipation builds between us. I pull away from the kisses, admiring the sight of Bodhi towering over me.

Closing the distance between us, I pull him into another passionate kiss, our bodies pressed together. My hands roam his exposed skin, exploring every inch with a mix of passion and hunger. The heat between us intensifies, and I can feel the electricity building in the air as our desire intertwines.

In this moment, there's nothing else that matters. It's just him and me, consumed by a primal need for each other.

"Please Bodhi I need you" I whimper out.

He pauses for a moment, his intense gaze locked with mine. I can see the raw desire in his eyes, the vulnerability in my plea. A flicker of a smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he leans in closer, his voice a low, gravelly whisper.

"You need me that bad love?" he responds, my tone laced with a mix of arrogance and satisfaction. "Well, lucky for you, I'm right here."

Without further hesitation, he guides us towards the bed, his touch firm and commanding. Bodhi presses me down onto the mattress, his body hovering above mine. My hands roam his body, igniting every nerve with a teasing touch. I can sense his anticipation, his craving for the connection we share.

Leaning in, I capture your lips once more in a searing kiss, my tongue dancing with his. I can feel the urgency building as our bodies meld together, the heat between us becoming undeniable. With each touch, each caress, he makes it clear that he's here to fulfill my every desire.

"Tell me, love," he murmurs against my skin, his breath hot against my ear. "Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you. I'll take you to places you've never been before."

"I want you in me, Bodhi" I whine out.

A wicked grin spreads across his face as he hears my plea. The sound of my need ignites a primal hunger within him, pushing him further into his dominant nature. Bodhi positions himself between my legs, my gaze locked with his as he slowly enters me, inch by inch.

"You want me in you, love?" he growls, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and possessiveness. "You're going to get exactly what you need."

With each thrust, our connection deepens, savoring the way his cock hits that spot in me. My moans and whimpers echo in the room, fueling his desire to give me pleasure beyond measure. He sets a rhythm, his movements steady and powerful, ensuring that every stroke hits the right spot.

As he watches I surrender to the pleasure, he praises me in his rough, sex-laced voice. "That's it, love. Take me. Take all of me," he encourages me, his voice laced with a mix of dominance and adoration. "You feel fucking amazing. So tight and wet for me."

He continues to move within me, my hands scratching into your back, pulling him impossibly close to me. I revel in the feeling of our bodies moving together in perfect harmony, lost in the intoxicating dance of pleasure.

"You were made for this, love," Bodhi whispers, his voice husky with desire. "Made to take my cock. To be fucked by me. You're doing such a good job."

I lose myself in the moment, completely consumed by the passion between us, as we both chase the peak of pleasure, the world around us fading into oblivion.

"Fuck, I'm so close, Bodhi," I moan out.

I can feel the build-up of pleasure coursing through our bodies, the tension reaching its peak. His grip on my hips tightens as he quickens the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, fueled by my desperate moans and pleas for release.

"Give in, love," he growls, his voice filled with a mix of need and dominance. "Let go for me. Come undone."

He continues to drive into me, his movements becoming more relentless, chasing both our climaxes. The room is filled with the sounds of flesh agains flesh, the intoxicating symphony of pleasure.

As I feel the waves of pleasure crash over me, I can no longer hold back. I let go, my release washing over me in a powerful surge. "Fuck, Bodhi," I moan, my voice filled with satisfaction. "Shit".

I watch as his body tenses, his groans growing louder as Bodhi reaches his own climax.

"You're beautiful when you come," he whispers in my ear, his voice filled with awe and admiration. "Absolutely fucking beautiful."

We ride out the waves of pleasure together, our bodies intertwined in the aftermath of our passionate union. The room is filled with heavy breaths and the lingering scent of our desire, a testament to the intensity of our connection.

As we come down from our high, he gathers me in his arms, holding me close. "You were made for this, love," he murmurs, his voice filled with tenderness. "You're mine, now and always."

Bodhi got up to clean us off, he comes back with a t shirt of his own and put it over me. "You look really good in my clothes," he grins.

"Can't say the same for you,"

a/n hope u liked this, the cakes probably burnt😭💀

[mswritingthings]

Big Prompt List

Instead of randomly putting out a few little lists here and there, I'll try to do a big one every 6 months or so. Yes, I did reuse a lot of my older prompts on this one, but the next one will be newer ones.

"It's always nights like this that I feel the loneliest."

"I can't be 'just friends' anymore!"

"This sort of thing was never meant to happen."

"Why don't you love me?"

"I have tried so hard for so long, and I'm just exhausted."

"There has got to be more to marriage than what we have."

"Please, just come back to me. I miss you."

"Don't cry, I hate it when you cry."

"I can't believe you'd do this to me."

"You were supposed to love and cherish me."

"I have nothing to say to you."

"Just come back, we can fix this."

"I feel lost without you."

"This isn't about you anymore. It's my turn."

"What do you want from me?"

"There it is. There's that smile I love so much."

"I've never been happier with anybody else."

"You've shown me what it's like to be loved."

"Let's go do something, just the two of us."

"It's hard not to love you, I know that now."

"Love me or leave me here."

"If you call me baby, I'll always be yours."

"I want to taste her lips cause they taste like you."

"You looked at me like I was someone else."

"You're drunk, go home."

"I never thought I'd fall for you as hard as I did."

"I'll be anything you want. You love me more than you love yourself."

"Relax, there's no reason for you to be so wound up."

"I'd be willing to lose everything to make them happy."

"You're like an angel, my angel."

"We're in love, and I am actually happy for once."

"Please don't ruin this for us."

"We aren't together anymore, but that doesn't mean I stopped loving you."

"Why is it so hard for you to accept that you're loveable?"

"I like the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, it's cute."

"Everything always works out in the end because it's you."

"Wow, you look absolutely breathtaking."

"I don't have to keep changing because they love me for me."

"Come on now, let's have some fun."

"You're going to be the death of me."

"Talk dirty to me."

"You're ridiculous."

"Charming, you know just how to make a girl blush."

"What kind of trouble are you going to get me into?"

"If you're gonna cuff me, you might as well throw the gag in too."

"Oh my god, what is wrong with you?"

"A little flirting never hurt anybody."

"Just get over here and kiss me."

"God, you are so fucking hot sometimes."

"Do you believe in love?"

"I'm going to fight for what I want to be."

"Do you really love me underneath it all?"

"There's not much left of me."

"I want to drag you down with me."

"I love myself, I want you to love me."

"Do you think of me when you're with her?"

"You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down."

"Don't you remember how you told me you loved me baby?"

"I was supposed to be a doctor before all this started."

"Death wasn't supposed to feel like a mercy."

"The stars look different down here."

"Believe me, I didn't want it to come to this."

"Don't go, it's not safe out there for you."

"Your job isn't to make sure I make it out alive, not anymore."

"I don't want to live forever."

"Where do you go when you feel like there's nowhere to run?"

"And everything you ever said now tears me all apart."

"I've seen the things you put me through and I wish I could die."

"I love it so much it just turns to hate."

"When they get what they want, they never want it again."

"You want it all, but you can't have it."

"After all the lies you told, who will save your soul?"

"Life is perfect, never better."

"Fuck you."

"Isn't it much more fun fucking than fighting?"

I know I said to get laid, but I didn't mean them."

"I hope this lasts forever."

"Don't go, I need you."

"It's ben a long time."

"Sit and drink with me."

"The pain always subsides eventually."

"I got used to this."

"Tell me it'll be okay."

"I can't say sorry anymore."

"Please come back to bed."

"It wasn't worth losing you."

"There's too much at stake for me to let you be so selfish."

"Sometimes I wish that I never met you."

"You're insufferable, but I love you."

"It's a nasty business, that's what they don't tell you about loving someone."

"I have lost everything, but I keep going because I have to."

"There's a whole world of poeple out there who will love you."

"I know I'm now who you wanted to spend the night with, but I am here."

"I give up, being loved isn't worth all this humiliation."

"If you look away from me again, I swear I'll stop."

"You can have me any way you want, just ask nicely."

"You've taken good care of me, now let me take care of you."

"You have got to stop distracting me so much while I'm trying to work."

"Hey, all I'm looking for tonight is a good time."

"There's not a lot a good kiss can't solve."

[oibean]

I had a thought about John Price? (could work w anyone really) and f!reader that I needed to get out of my brain

Also shoutout to my fellow pillow humpers

Warnings: mutual masturbation, pillow humping, a non-writer writing (pls let me know if I should tag anything else)

Something something. Having John stay over for the first time, you two are early in a relationship. Maybe his mission ended early and you lived close to base or he just wanted to go see you asap or whatever. He doesn’t feel like showering and knows how particular you are/how you feel about him not showering after missions and laying in your bed so like a gentleman he opts to sleep on the couch bc he’s just so tired. He grabs a random pillow but that’s your humping pillow!

“Oops, not that one” you say feeling your face warm up and oh god is your forehead vein starting to show? Is the fan on? He looks at you confused.

“This one’s fine love. I don’t need anything fancy. Keep your nice pillows with you on your bed” he says tired from his flight. He has a small smile, tired eyes sparkling as they look at you.

“No no it’s just that I don’t want you using that pillow in particular, please” oh god this can’t be happening. You fidget with the ring on your thumb spinning it nervously. How are you gonna tell him that this is your designated humping pillow? How do you explain that the only way you get off is from humping that small rectangular pillow he’s currently pressing his cheek against?

He looks a bit more aware now. Maybe you're particular about your things and he crossed a line just moving it without asking, or it’s from a dear friend who you don’t get to see too often, or a deceased relative who you only have this pillow to remember them by. Whatever the reason he lifts his head and moves the pillow from under him. But before he can apologize and move to switch pillows you blurt out

“It’s just that’s the pillow I use when I- when I need to get off and I just didn’t get to put it away before you got here, I’m so sorry” you say it fast and stumble over each word. Cringing as you hear the sentence fall out of your mouth. Your eyes look at anything but him. Missing the mischievous look that he gets.

“It’s what?” His accent a tiny bit thicker than a few seconds ago. You look at him and he’s awake now. Sitting up and holding the pillow over his crotch. He feigns innocence and continues on. “I don’t understand love, can you say that again”

You frown a little bit. He heard you, he’s doing this to watch you squirm and since you don’t know how to free yourself from under his heavy gaze. You accept your fate. Like a bug stuck in a sticky trap.

“I- um” you really don’t think your heart has ever pumped this hard from pure embarrassment. You gulp, so loud that you both hear it and push through because you know there’s no way he’s gonna let you drop this conversation. So you word vomit, seeing no other option than to over share. Which he absolutely loves. It’s his favorite thing that you do.

“I can’t make myself- I can’t- get off with my fingers. I’ve tried my fingers and it just doesn’t work. I’ve only ever been able to use a pillow and just stuck with it” You don’t know what else to say so you say nothing, feeling the air get thicker in your small apartment. You look at him on the couch, legs spread wider and his big hands clutching onto the pillow so its shape is all warped. He looked at you like he was listening to the most interesting story in the world. With a blink, his face turns serious and his eyes darken.

“Show me.” His voice is husky and his gravely voice fills the quiet apartment.

You look at him with your eyebrows raised in surprise. You didn’t expect that, hoping he would drop it when he heard your shaky voice reveal something you’ve never said out loud, hoping he'd grant you some relief. Suddenly your tank top and sleep shorts feel too revealing and his gaze felt too heavy. You felt exposed and felt your core warming as his gaze stayed on you. Maybe he was joking? So you let out a forced huff of a laugh, hoping he wouldn’t push. But his face doesn’t move. You gulp and look down, shifting your weight from one leg to another.

“Show me, love” he repeats again adding the term of endearment to soften you up a bit, and honestly, it does. His hand holds out the small pillow towards you and you grab it. Both of you make your way to your bedroom in silence, he's so close you can feel his body heat. Both of you breathing heavily for different reasons.

His tall, broad figure looms over you as you slowly move towards your made bed. Trying to think about how to approach this. You lay flat against your bed on your stomach and peek up at him as your head hits your regular pillow. Usually you're under your comforter, but you assume that’s not what he’d want and push it to the other side of the bed. You start to get embarrassed as to what it might look like from his angle when you start, but try to ignore it as you place your head against your pillow. You close your eyes and slowly start making small circles with your cunt against the small pillow, one leg angled and the other straight. You look up at him and let out a little huff. His dark eyes look down on you as he palms himself through his sweats, fighting the urge to touch you. You unconsciously move a bit faster at the sight of him, he's looking at you as if you're the only thing that exists. You let out a whimper, not getting enough friction. You hate when that happens, and why now?

“That’s alright poor thing, keep going.” He has to bite his lip to restrain himself when you look up at him with desperate eyes. He pushes his sweats and boxers down and gently pushes them away with his foot as if any sudden movement would disturb this moment. He watches your body contort as you try to find your rhythm again, thighs clenching hard around the small pillow, hips moving up and down, side to side.

He slowly grabs his cock, thumb spreading his precum over the head. He lets out a small hiss and your eyes open to look at him. Pleading eyes find his and he nods his head in encouragement. Your thighs squeeze the pillow even harder but it’s not enough so you prop yourself up on your forearms with both knees bent out on each side of the pillow and start grinding the pillow at different speeds, trying to find one that works.

“Fuck, poor baby. Can’t get it right can you?” You let out a small whimper and shake your head as your brows furrow in frustration. His eyes trace your body, stopping to look at your hard nipples under your thin tank top as you press yourself further up, arching your body. Palms pressing against your bed as you ride the pillow. If the room wasn’t so quiet he would’ve missed the small “oh” that leaves your lips as you finally find your rhythm. He spits into his hand and starts to stroke himself faster. You open your eyes to look at him before closing them, moaning louder at the sight of his big hand twisting on his thick cock. You both look at each other as you get closer to your releases. His hand and your grinding speed up as you both reach your highs.

“Look at me. Don’t close your eyes. Look at me when you finish” He lets out tightly, voice gruff as he tries to hold back from cumming at the sight of you. Your eyebrows furrow and your mouth gapes open as you reach your release. Letting out a moan as your body twitches, fighting to keep your eyes on him. He palms his cock faster as he looks you in the eyes, he takes a step forward till his legs touch the edge of your bed and lets out a groan as he cums onto your limp body. Most of it landing on your tank top and lower back. You let out a lazy smile into your pillow as he leans down and pushes a kiss onto your head. You hear him walk to your bathroom. Faucet turning on and off, his heavy footsteps getting closer.

“Why don’t we take this off and wipe you up?” His voice makes you want to melt. You lift your body as he carefully peels the tank top off of you. Then wipes your lower back with a small damp towel. Placing both of them in your hamper he leans down to kiss you.

“Know I’m still sweaty so I can go ba-“ you interrupt him by wrapping your arms around his head to pull him down into bed with you. Pressing your naked body, save for your wet underwear, against his fully naked body.

“It’s alright, we’re both sweaty and I want you to hold me please” you say as you gaze into his warm eyes, hands stroking his hairy chest.

“That’s fine love let me just get my pillow” he lets out a playful groan as he reaches behind you to grab the small pillow that now has a big wet patch in the middle. Your face gets hot as he brings it in front of you both, glancing at you before he brings the pillow to his face. Your face heats up as you turn your head into his neck not wanting to watch him as he presses it against his face.

⭐️I had to make him sniff the pillow. Duh! ⭐️if anyone has an interpretation of this please!!! share it with me. I didn't know who would best fit this. Also I wish I could make this dark but I'm not good at it so I would also love to listen to those thoughts! ⭐️This is just a thought that would not leave me until it was written down.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

"Have you ever been in love?" Robin blurted out.

Suddenly, Steve felt like he was on the bathroom floor at Starcourt again instead of the floor of Eddie's spacious new bedroom. Robin and Steve had been nervous about getting high, so they went to Eddie, whom they trusted completely. Of course, when they told him that they thought he would wind up hugging the air of the both of them. Now, here they were with their feet on the wall as they stared at their now painted black toenails.

"Who are you talking to there, Buckley?" Eddie asked, leaning over Steve to look at her.

"You, of course, Sir Tedward," Robin said.

"Why, Lady Bobin, do you believe yourself to be a high enough level to unlock that information?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, yes. I am very high," she giggled.

"Very well," Eddie said in amusement and then sighed. "So, there was this chick named Paige - "

"A chick?!" Robin squawked.

"I'm sorry, a woman - ,"

"No, that's not what I meant. I thought you told us you were into dudes," she said.

"No, Birdie," Eddie said, rolling his eyes. "I said I was ALSO into dudes."

"Oooh," Robin said.

"Clean out your ears, Robin," Eddie scoffed.

"Ass!" Robin pouted.

"You're bisexual too?" Steve asked with grinned. "Me too, man!"

"I know, darling, you've already told me," Eddie said in amusement. "Like, right after we started smoking and then again when we painted our nails."

"Oh, right," Steve blushed and laid his head back down on Eddie's shoulder.

"So, anyway, I wasn't really in love with her, but I was starting to fall for her pretty fast. She was everything that I thought that I wanted, and she's the closet that I've ever been until. . . ," Eddie said and cleared his throat. "She made it seem like she was going to make all my dreams as a musician come true. In order to do that, I needed money, so I schemed with my no good father and gave the money to her. I was stupid. Of course, she took the money and ran. I ended up being as stupid as my dad. Really lived up to the Munson name."

"She used you, Eddie. She's the dumb one. She used your giant, hopeful heart, and she used it. She's the stupid one," Steve said and rolled into his chest. "I only want one thing from you, Eddie. I want the heart that she was stupid enough to turn away from. Please? I'll give you mine if you give me yours. Swapsies?"

"Yeah, big boy, you can have my heart," Eddie said. "Let's have this conversation when we're a little less high though."

Steve snuggled into Eddie's chest and closed his eyes, the both of them drifting off to sleep to the sound of Robin's snores. The next morning, Steve woke up and stretched, his movements causing him to wake up Eddie.

"Good morning," Steve grinned.

"Morning, big boy," Eddie smiled sleepily.

"I still want it," Steve said, rubbing the spot on his chest and kissed it. "I still want you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Swapsies?"

"Swapsies."

They giggled as they kissed, laughing into each other's mouths. Eddie cupped his face and deepened the kiss, rolling on top of Steve. He surged forward, licking his tongue into Eddie's mouth, and gripped the edge of his shirt. A loud groaning sound caused them to break apart, and they looked up to find Robin leaning over the edge of the bed. Sometime during the night she must have crawled up there.

"I'm gonna barf," Robin said.

"Bad reaction to the weed, babe?" Steve asked.

"No, more like a bad reaction to you dingues," Robin said, mock scowling. "You guys use too much tongue. You look like dogs lapping water out of the toilet bowl. Sound like them, too."

"She's just a peach in the morning, isn't she?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, she is not a morning person," Steve said.

"Hey, at least I kissed a girl before you kissed a guy," Robin taunted.

"Yeah, that's not true," Steve scoffed, and Eddie rolled off of him.

"Baby. . .I'm not the first guy you kissed?" Eddie pouted.

"Oh God, please don't tell me that it was Tommy H," Robin screwed up her face.

"No, and I'm not going to tell you. I don't know how open he is about his sexuality," Steve said.

"Shit. I didn't think about that," she mumbled.

"I can not believe that I am not the first guy that you kissed," Eddie said, crossing his arms.

"Am I the first guy that you kissed?" Steve asked.

"Well, no," Eddie said, rolling his eyes, pouting. "But still. . . I wanted to be your first guy kiss."

"Fine. You are more than welcome to pretend, love," Steve rolled his eyes.

"My tongue is the first male tongue that has been inside of Steve Harrington!" Eddie exclaimed, jumping up. "I do so declare."

"Oh my God! It was just his mouth," Robin groaned.

"It still counts, Buckley," Eddie replied.

He grinned at the empty spot next to Robin and threw himself onto the bed, causing Robin to bounce.

"You ass!" Robin shrieked.

She picked up the teddy bear that was on his bed.

"Not Sir Fluffington! That was a gift from my mother!" Eddie shrieked.

"Then I shall protect them with my life," Robin said seriously, clutching him to her chest.

"That's all I ask," Eddie said and hugged her.

Steve grinned and plopped down on the other side of Robin.

"So, you kissed a girl and didn't tell me?" Steve asked.

"Wait, she's never done that before?" Eddie asked with wide eyes. "Okay, Buckley, you need to tell us everything!"

"Okay, Vickie invited me over to her place the other day. She told me that she was having a few friends over and when I got there no one else was there. Apparently, everyone else had called and bailed, except that wasn't really the truth. When we finished the movie, Vickie told me that she liked me and that she wanted to get me over here somehow with actually asking me. Oh my God, she can ramble more than me! She just kept apologizing, and that's when I kissed her. The next thing I know, we're making out, and then she's asking me to be her girlfriend. I said yes!" Robin exclaimed, and she squealed, hugging Sir Fluffington tightly.

"Yeah, get it, Buckley," Eddie grinned, and then he frowned. "Steven, we just kissed. Why haven't you asked me to be your boyfriend?"

"Eddie, do you want to be my boyfriend?" Steve asked, smiling softly.

"Hmm, I don't know. It's a lot to think about. It's a lot of responsibility, you know, to be Steve Harrington's boyfriend. I mean, how much does the hair maintenance alone cost?" Eddie asked dramatically and Robin snorted.

"Oh, right, like you're so low maintenance yourself, mister," Steve said and then paused, widening his eyes as he pouted. "You know, despite all the trouble you give me, I think that you're worth it. If you asked me to be your boyfriend, I wouldn't even hesitate to say yes."

"Oh, damn it, you got me," Eddie cackled, shaking his head from side to side. "Fine, I'll be your boyfriend."

"Dinguses the both of you," Robin said fondly and pulled them both down to her side before they could kiss. "Promise me something?"

"Anything for you, Rob," Steve replied.

"Promise me that if something goes wrong, that we'll always be friends," Robin said. "That if you guys do break up that you can go back to being friends and that we all still hang out. I mean, I doubt you will break up because Steve has a notebook filled with pages of Mr. Steve Munson doodled all over."

"Robin!" Steve exclaimed, blushing.

"Okay, we're coming back to that notebook, but Robin, we're bonded for life. There is nothing that can tear us apart," Eddie said.

"I love you guys. You are my emotional support bisexuals, I can't go anywhere without you two," Robin sighed in relief. "Like a couple of bookends."

"And you are our favorite emotional support lesbian," Eddie said.

"I better be your only emotional support lesbian, Munson!" Robin exclaimed.

"Wellll. . .," Eddie said thoughtfully.

"Names! I want names!"

Steve watched them fondly as they squabbled. He always swore that in a past life, they had been siblings. The next thing he knew, Robin was making Eddie make a vow of friendship, and then Eddie was pulling out a knife. Steve acted quickly.

"No blood oaths!"

"Aww, Steve!"

"I said no!"

"Just a little blood oath?"

"We've talked about this!"

Meanwhile, Wayne had just come home from work and went to let Eddie know when he heard the last part of their conversation.

"I don't even want to know," Wayne sighed, shook his head fondly, and went to his bedroom on the other side of the house.

[suitkive]

✩ just swinging by — k.yh

pairing. yoohyeon (dreamcatcher) x fem reader

summary. ever since the mysterious web-swinging spider-woman first collapsed on your balcony by accident after a long night out fighting crime, she keeps coming back around with thank-you gifts and excuses to see you—and you slowly start to find yourself falling for the clumsy, kindhearted girl behind the mask.

info. college au, yoohyeon as spider-woman

warnings. swearing, blood/injury

word count. 4.6k (oops)

(a/n) insp. this moodboard i made a while ago :D

of all the things you were expecting to happen to you on a typical sunday night, the sudden appearance of a masked vigilante at your balcony was most certainly not one of them.

alright, rewind a bit. a CRASH jolts you awake in the middle of the night—though really it's morning, according to the glowing red digits on your alarm clock that read 3:49 AM—and you nearly fall out of your bed because that was loud, what the hell?

nerves running high and any remnants of sleep completely shaken out of your body, you get out of bed and slowly open your bedroom door only to be met with a blast of frigid night air. you blink a few times, just to make sure you're not seeing things.

"what the fuck," you say out loud.

your balcony door is gone.

no, wait—it's broken. shards of glass are everywhere, and there's a giant gaping hole where the sliding door used to be. and lying crumpled in a heap on the floor in front of it…

you fumble for the light switch, something you probably should've done as soon as you opened the door. the sight that greets you when the light turns on makes you wonder if you're still dreaming, because this can't actually be happening.

there is a superhero on your balcony.

and she's bleeding all over your carpet.

"oh my god—" you hurriedly rush over to get a better look. red-and-blue spandex that's torn in several places, a trail of spiderwebs clinging to her wrists, a large spider symbol printed on the front and back of her suit… it's spider-woman. spider-woman just crashed through your balcony door.

and she's bleeding. on your carpet.

"okay," you mumble, trying to think. at least the fresh night air coming from the massive hole in your balcony door does well to invigorate you. "okay, okay, i need to do something… oh god, my landlord is gonna be so pissed at me—"

the body on the floor lets out a weak groan, and you quickly kneel down next to her. "hello? are—are you okay?"

with great difficulty, the girl struggles to lift up her head. her mask obscures the entirety of her face, so you have a hard time telling whether or not she's fully conscious.

"…ow," she croaks out at last, and then her head falls back to the floor with a thunk. seconds later, her chest begins to slowly rise and fall. a soft snoring sound emits from her mask.

you take a deep breath. okay. you can deal with this.

so here you are almost three hours later, nursing a cup of much-needed coffee as you stare contemplatively at the now-bandaged but still-snoring superhero laid out on the couch in front of you. you had done your best to clean and treat her wounds with your limited medical knowledge (and the suspiciously well-stocked first aid kit that your weird roommate handong keeps in the cupboard), so now you're just waiting for her to wake up. which is taking way too long.

the clock on the coffee table reads 6:15 AM, and you glumly swish around the cold dregs of your morning coffee. it's almost time for you to leave for your 6:30 chemistry class, but it looks like spider-woman is still completely out of it.

after pacing around the kitchen of your tiny apartment for five more minutes, you impulsively grab a post-it note and scribble down a message for spider-woman to see when she wakes up. thankfully your roommate is literally never home, so there's no chance of anyone coming in here and discovering the superhero conked out on your couch.

you sign your name at the bottom of the note and stick it to spider-woman's forehead, hoping she'll be alright. as for your balcony door… thinking about how much it's going to cost to install a new one gives you a headache, so you just stick a large sheet of cardboard over the opening and resolve to take care of it as soon as you get home.

"this has been a very, very weird morning," you say out loud, because nothing about this feels real.

(then again, the tedious hours you spent cleaning up bits of glass from the floor and picking the webs off of spider-woman's suit definitely felt pretty real.)

you throw one last glance at the sleeping heap on your couch before you leave, only hoping that your life will get back to normal after today.

yoohyeon wakes up disoriented, aching all over, and with the horrifying realization that she has most definitely slept past all five of her monday morning alarms.

she blinks sleepily, slowly processing her surroundings. she's lying on a couch, someone has bandaged her wounds and swaddled her in blankets, yubin probably, she's an angel and the best guy in the chair yoohyeon could ever ask for and… whoa, wait a minute.

this isn't her apartment.

with that horrifying realization, yoohyeon sits straight up and whips her head around in a panic. her surroundings are entirely unfamiliar, and she's about to call yubin before remembering that yubin is unreachable right now—away on some sort of top-secret mission that's supposed to last, like, three months. yoohyeon groans. why am i actually the worst superhero ever?

then she realizes that there's something stuck to her forehead and reaches up to find a neon green sticky note with some writing on it, which she slowly reads through with a good deal of trepidation.

hey, you crashed into my apartment last night—you were unconscious but i didn't see your face, don't worry! i fixed up your injuries as best i could but now i need to leave for class, so i hope you'll be okay when you wake up. just remember to put the cardboard back over the balcony door so birds won't fly in or anything :)

phew. so yoohyeon's secret identity hasn't been leaked, that's a relief… but she essentially broke into an innocent civilian's apartment, which she doesn't exactly feel great about. i need to make this right.

"oh, wait—" yoohyeon realizes something and jumps to her feet, the blankets falling around her. "shit, i'm late for class!"

you're dutifully taking notes as the professor drones on about chemical equations, though you're struggling to stay focused—seriously, who decided that 6:30am classes on a monday was a good idea?—when suddenly the doors to the lecture hall burst open and a girl runs in, flushed and panting heavily.

"i am so sorry," she wheezes, bracing her hands on her knees to catch her breath. "i overslept…"

the professor sighs and waves off her apology. "don't let it happen again," he says sternly, then continues his lecture.

you cast the girl a curious glance as she shuffles shamefully to an empty seat and starts unpacking her things. she's tall and lanky, with long two-toned hair tied in a haphazard ponytail and glasses that she has to push back up when they start to slip down her face. you make eye contact for a brief moment, then you resume paying attention to the professor without giving the encounter too much thought.

after classes end, you go back to your apartment to find the place superhero-less. the blankets are folded messily on the couch and there's a small tear in the cardboard that's covering the opening in your balcony, as if someone was in a hurry to leave.

you shrug off your bags with a sigh and go to dial up your landlord.

almost a week passes without further incident. you get your balcony door replaced so it's like nothing ever happened, and your life is just starting to get back into the usual swing of things when spider-woman shows up at your balcony again.

a thump is what wakes you up prematurely this time—it's literally 5am which is way too early for a saturday morning of all days—and you groggily stumble out of your bedroom, fearing the worst. you know it can't be a burglar since you live on the seventh floor, so there's only one person it could be…

luckily, the glass door is fully intact when you pull back the curtains to check. however, there is currently a superhero lying curled in a ball on your balcony. a very familiar superhero wearing a red-and-blue suit with a spider symbol on it.

"oh… oh, no," groans spider-woman when she hears you slide open the door. she weakly tries to drag herself to her feet, but she slumps back to the ground and you notice, with concern, the bleeding scratches all over her body. "oh man, i did it again… i'm so sorry, i'm gonna leave, just… wow you're so pretty… sorry, i should really leave—"

"no, it's okay!" you rush to reassure her, kneeling down next to her and offering your hand. "you can't go back out there like that, let me help you."

she winces, though whether it's from pain or embarrassment you can't tell. "i am so sorry," she repeats, and something about her voice seems oddly familiar, but you're too preoccupied with getting her inside to dwell on that.

the superhero keeps rambling as you half-drag, half-carry her to the couch. "i didn't mean to come here again, it's just i usually go to my friend's place when i'm injured but she's away and i got lost and mistook your apartment for mine the last time and i'm really sorry about breaking your door, it was just so dark and i had a really long day and i wasn't thinking straight and i probably gave you so much trouble—ow!"

"sorry!" you flinch and let go of her. "is your arm okay? what happened?"

"i… um." spider-woman chuckles nervously. "i kind of swung into a building? i didn't break any windows or anything! i might've broken my arm though."

you can't help but laugh, finding her awkward manner strangely endearing. "let me take a look, it might be dislocated or something."

it turns out it's just bruised, so you get her some ice and busy yourself fixing up her injuries. she repeatedly tries to convince you that she can do it herself in between a steady stream of more apologies, but she looks like she's one step away from passing out, so you insist on helping her.

"how'd you get all these cuts and scratches, anyway?" you ask, opening the bottle of antiseptic and setting out some gauze. "if you don't mind me asking, that is."

"no, it's fine! um…" spider-woman tilts her head, as if trying to remember. "the ones on my ribs are from some muggers with knives, kids really but there were four of them and only one of me so yeah… and the ones on my arms are from the black cat, you know, my nemesis? she was robbing a jewelry store and i managed to stop her but she still escaped and also got me a few times with her claws… oh, and there's this cut on my forehead that i got when i accidentally tripped and hit my head on a wall corner a few hours ago… but i can fix that on my own! you know, cause i'd have to take the mask off for that, and like, i can't reveal my secret identity 'cause dami—that's my guy in the chair—dami would kill me, haha…"

by the time she's done talking, you've finished cleaning and wrapping all of her wounds. there's just the cut on her forehead that's left, which is still bleeding despite her flippant assurances that it doesn't even hurt.

"that looks pretty bad," you note, kneeling down beside the couch and leaning in closer to inspect it. you gently press a paper towel to the bleeding area, using your other hand to brush a stray drop of blood from her cheek. "are you able to swing like that?"

there's a beat of silence. you realize that spider-woman has gone perfectly still, and also that your faces are extremely close together.

"sorry—" you shift away apologetically, worried that you made her uncomfortable. "you probably don't like it when people touch your suit."

"it's okay!" spider-woman's voice comes out as a strangled squawk, and she quickly coughs to clear her throat. "um. i was just. surprised."

"oh… well then." you stand up and glance awkwardly around your apartment, at a loss for what to do next. "so uh… how are you feeling?"

she springs up from the couch, startling you. "a lot better, thank you so much! i've caused you way too much trouble so… i should probably get going now, huh."

"are you okay to swing with your injuries and all?" you ask as she half-walks, half-slides to the balcony in this self-consciously exaggerated way. "they looked really painful when you arrived here."

"this is nothing," she responds with a casual wave of her hand, hoisting herself up onto the balcony railing in a quick graceful movement. "i heal pretty fast, so they barely even hurt anymore."

"that's good, then." you lean against the doorframe, somewhat saddened to see her go. strangely enough, you've actually been enjoying her company despite the fact that she quite literally crashed into your apartment and woke you up in the middle of the night.

spider-woman clears her throat. "uhh—maybe i'll see you around sometime," she says, a hopeful lilt to her voice.

the sun is starting to rise, peeking over the tops of the city skyline and bathing your apartment in soft golden light. spider-woman tilts her head at you, and you're almost completely certain that she's smiling under her mask.

"yeah," you respond, smiling back and raising a hand to shade your face from the sun. "i'll see you around sometime, superhero."

spider-woman gives you a jaunty little two-fingered salute, and then she's launching herself backwards off the railing with a carefree whoop. she disappears from your view for a few heart-stopping moments, but then a web shoots up and she's swinging away in between the skyscrapers until she's out of sight.

the next day, you open the curtains to find a small bouquet of red and blue flowers sitting on your balcony. they look wind-blown and slightly frayed, and the thought of a certain superhero swinging through the city with the little pot tucked carefully under her arm makes you grin despite yourself.

you get the feeling you won't be seeing the last of her any time soon.

"um, is it okay if i sit here?"

you glance up from the chemical equations on your laptop screen, meeting the eyes of a tall girl who's fidgeting nervously with the ends of her long hair. vaguely, you recognize her as that clumsy student who ran into class late last week.

"oh, sure," you say after a confused beat, shifting over slightly to make more room for her. something about her voice rings a bell, but you're not sure why it sounds so familiar. i've probably just heard her talking to her friends before, you rationalize.

"thanks!" she sits down and starts taking out her stuff, smiling hesitantly at you. "i'm kim yoohyeon, it's nice to meet you."

she has a pretty smile, you note while you introduce yourself. "it's nice to meet you too."

yoohyeon seems shy around you and doesn't talk much, but there's something captivating about her that you can't quite figure out exactly. she pays close attention to the professor during the lecture, though occasionally you'll look over to catch her stealing glances at you—she always blushes and quickly looks away, piquing your curiosity. hmmm.

after an extremely long and boring hour, the class is over and everyone starts packing up and filtering out of the lecture hall. you're packing up as well when your arm brushes against yoohyeon's by accident, and her cheeks flush bright red as she stares at you wide-eyed.

"i—" yoohyeon clears her throat. "bye!" she squeaks, and then she's shooting out the doors before you can even open your mouth to reply.

huh, how strange.

you're studying at your kitchen table one afternoon, curtains open to let some sun into your apartment, when you hear a tap-tap-tap on your balcony door and look up to see spider-woman crouched outside.

"i hope this isn't creepy," she rushes to say as soon as you slide open the door. "i was just, er, in the area and i thought i'd swing by and say hello… um, i brought you a croissant! as thanks for, y'know, everything."

"wow, thank you," you say in surprise, taking the paper bakery bag that she's hopefully holding out to you. the chocolate croissant inside is a little flattened, but you're warmed by the gesture regardless.

"no problem!" spider-woman jumps back up onto the balcony railing, sitting and swinging her legs like a little kid. "so, uh, yeah. just wanted to do that. i hope it wasn't weird. was it weird?"

you can't help but laugh. "you're cute," you say sincerely, the words slipping out against your will—flustered, you quickly change the subject before she can notice. "um, i'm not really busy right now so… you can come in and hang out for a bit, if you want."

"really?" she tentatively slides off the railing and trots inside after you like a lost puppy. "i feel bad for intruding—ooh, were you doing homework?"

"yeah, just studying for a test," you respond, sitting down and gesturing for her to pull out a chair as well. "do you know anything about chemistry?"

"i love it!" she exclaims, perking up and scooting closer to get a better look at your notes. "i first made my web fluid in my high school chemistry lab actually, it was… well, it was a learning experience. what are you studying?"

"acid-base reactions, most of it went over my head when my professor was lecturing about it…"

before you know it, two hours have gone by in a flash. spider-woman just has this bright and likable aura around her, and as she chatters about chemistry with infectious enthusiasm and tells you funny stories about her experiences as the city's resident superhero, you find that you already feel even more at ease with her than you are with your own roommate.

"we should do this again soon," you tell her when she has to leave, standing on your balcony surrounded by the bustling sounds of the city. "and be careful, alright? don't go swinging into any more buildings."

"i promise!" she assures you with a laugh, giving you a cheerful wave before she jumps from your balcony and swings off.

after that, spider-woman starts swinging by to see you a lot more often. you can tell she still feels guilty about accidentally breaking into your apartment, because she always comes with gifts of flowers or random pastries from the bakery down the street.

"you really don't need to go to all this trouble for me," you tell her, amused, when she presents you with an entire cake.

"it's no trouble at all!" she insists cheerfully, then gasps. "unless you don't like it. do you not like it?"

"no! i really appreciate it, i promise. it's just, you don't have to get me stuff if you don't want to."

"i want to!"

it's after a few weeks of the dorky superhero swinging by your apartment that you begin to realize you might be developing a bit of a crush on her. which is ridiculous, really, considering you have no idea what she looks like under the mask and you don't know her real name either. you don't know anything about her.

but you do know her, in a way. you know that she likes to pretend she's this cool badass superhero when in reality she's just a science nerd who gets excited about mixing chemicals. you know that she loves rescuing kittens from trees even though she's scared of cats, just because it's worth it to see the relief on its owner's face. you know that she sometimes swings by elementary schools during recess because a wave or a thumbs-up from spider-woman always makes the kids' entire day. you know that she's smart, she's kind, she's clumsy, she loves helping people more than anything.

you know her well enough for your heart to flutter every time you hear her tap on your balcony door, no matter the time or reason. she usually comes by during the day now, just to bring you gifts and hang out, but every once in a while she'll still crash on your balcony in the middle of the night with injuries from fighting crime.

this is one of those nights, apparently. a forceful knock on your front door is what wakes you up at 11pm one sunday night, and you groan as you're violently dragged out of your peaceful sleep.

"coming," you mumble half to yourself, throwing a random hoodie over your pajamas and hauling yourself to the door. "i have class tomorrow, who even—"

it's spider-woman, leaning heavily against the doorframe. "hi," she croaks. the knocking must have tired her out, because she topples into your arms as soon as you open the door.

"what…" you blink groggily for a few seconds, slowly processing the girl draped all over you. your half-asleep brain notes that she's very warm. it's like a nice blanket.

then you realize that your apartment door is still wide open, and the city's most famous superhero is just standing right there in the hall where anyone could see. "what are you doing here?" you yelp, pulling her inside and hurrying to close the door. "you're in your suit and everything! did anyone see you come up?"

"dunno," she mumbles, tucking her face into the crook of your neck. "i hit my head really hard. didn't think swinging was a good idea…"

you maneuver the superhero onto your couch, and she whines when you pull away to go get the medical kit. "hurts."

"looks like there isn't any bleeding," you say, kneeling down next to the couch and examining her head. "do you think it might be a concussion?"

"probably," she rasps, squishing herself further into the couch and looking like a burrito with the blanket you put over her. "should heal in a few hours."

you furrow your brow, still not used to what she calls her spidey-healing. "okay, get some sleep. you can stay here as long as you want, alright?"

"gotta wake up early," she says drowsily. "chemistry lab tomorrow…"

you blink. you… also have a chemistry lab tomorrow. "is that so?"

"yeah." you think her eyes are closed behind her mask, but then she shifts her head slightly and giggles softly to herself. "you're sooo pretty… i was so scared to talk to you in class."

wait, what?

spider-woman keeps rambling as she drifts off to sleep. "wanted to ask you out… but i was too shy without the mask. ran away, so embarrassing…"

wait, what?

"you're really cool," she mumbles. "and nice… and pretty… i like you a lot… want to take care of you like… like you take care of me…"

a pause. "you should go out with me," she says, then falls silent. tiny snores start coming out of her mask.

you slowly stand up, head spinning with all these new revelations.

huh.

you decide to go back to sleep.

it's around three in the morning when you wake up again to the sounds of someone shuffling around in the living room. you reluctantly slide out of your nice warm bed, slipping a hoodie on and heading out of your bedroom to find the source of the commotion.

"sorry, did i wake you?" spider-woman hovers uncertainly by the open door, dressed in civilian clothes—a hoodie and sweatpants—though she still has her spider-woman mask on, which looks so ridiculous that you have to smile at the sight.

"yeah… you're leaving already?" you ask, rubbing your eyes and yawning.

"yep," she says, awkwardly shifting her bundled-up superhero suit from hand to hand. "um. you should go back to bed, i know you have an early class tomorrow…" and so do i, she thinks to herself ruefully.

"let me see you off first," you insist through another yawn, covering your mouth with one oversized hoodie sleeve. "be careful on your way down, okay?"

"i will," she mumbles shyly. you can't see it, but she's blushing so hard at the gentleness in your voice and the soft way you're looking at her that she's scared her mask might burn right off her face. i've got to leave before i do anything stupid, she thinks, embarrassed. why is she so nice… and pretty…

the superhero is halfway down the hall when you remember all of last night's events and suddenly get an idea.

"yoohyeon," you call out, leaning against your doorframe.

she stops and turns around. "yeah?"

a pause.

you see the exact moment she realizes. "i—oh fuck—i mean, um—" she flounders, wildly looking around and laughing nervously. "wh-who's yoohyeon? i'm just your friendly neighbourhood spider-kim—i mean—"

you smile teasingly. "next time you ask me on a date, do it when you're not suffering from a concussion."

you don't know what her facial expression is like under her mask, but spider-woman—yoohyeon—looks like she's about to pass out, if the way she's clutching her suit in a death grip is any indication.

your smile softens. "i like you too, just so you know. a lot." you step back inside your apartment, but then you poke your head out again (yoohyeon is still standing there, frozen in shock) and add, "come back and ask me again tomorrow, okay? properly."

you close the door and take a deep breath. you feel as if your heart had stopped beating momentarily, but now it resumes racing excitedly in your chest.

hopefully i didn't just make a huge mistake.

meanwhile, yoohyeon is practically having heart palpitations outside. she spends a while just gaping like a fish at your closed door, but then she comes to her senses and practically breaks her neck sprinting to the elevator.

oh god, i need to look nice tomorrow!

the next morning, you're sitting at the kitchen table doing some studying before class when you hear the distinct noise of feet landing lightly on your balcony outside. there's the sounds of someone pacing for a while. then a light knock sounds on the glass door, making you turn around.

it's yoohyeon. not spider-woman, but kim yoohyeon from your 6:30am chemistry class. she's wearing jeans and a turtleneck sweater, her long hair falling in soft waves past her shoulders and her dark brown eyes bravely staring into yours. in her hands is a small bouquet of red-and-blue flowers.

"did you swing up here?" you ask incredulously, tearing your eyes away from her and looking around. the sun is starting to rise, painting the sky in a soft rosy hue that matches the blush on yoohyeon's face. "did—"

"wait—please don't say anything," she interrupts, eyes squeezed shut. "before i chicken out."

she takes a deep breath and opens her eyes, meeting your gaze. "hi, i'm kim yoohyeon. um, i'm also spider-woman, and i… i'd really like to take you out on a date sometime."

she smiles hopefully at you. you step closer to her, taking the bouquet from her hands and leaning up to press a kiss to her cheek. yoohyeon's blush intensifies, and your heart soars.

"it's nice to meet you, kim yoohyeon," you tell her, matching her smile. "and i'd love to go out with you."

[pankowperfection]

Oh my gosh hi!! Could I please request something for Topper where he's maybe her bestfriend's older brother and he catches her in the shower? Maybe a bit of dark!Topper? Thank you so much!!!

Omg hi! sorry it too me so long to get to this. Hope you love it.

Warnings: smut, oral(fem receiving), dub con, dark!topper, 18+

Off Limits

God, I overdid it at that fucking party. I definitely smell like the mixed drink that touron sloshed all over me. I stumble up the stairs, not paying attention to what door I’m opening before I walk in.

The sight in front of me instantly sobers me up. After all these years waiting for y/n to notice me, I can barely believe my luck. She’s fully naked, steam filling the room as she massages shampoo into her hair.

The countless nights I'd spent fantasizing about her, how she'd feel underneath me while I fucked her senseless, what pretty sounds she'd make when I buried my tongue in her sweet pussy. Every dark desire I've ever had for my sisters best friend swirls through my mind, my resolve wavering with every passing second.

I take my time to appreciate her body while her back is turned to the door, each drop of water gliding down over her curves making me want to lick her everywhere. Blood rushes to my dick when she turns around, eyes still closed while she slides her soapy hands over her torso.

When her hands slip between her creamy thighs I lose the last bit of restraint, quickly peeling off my clothes as quietly as possibly. As she tips her head back to rinse out the bubbles I make my move, pushing my way into the shower and wrapping my arms around her.

“What the fuck?!” She screams, thrashing to get away from me and forcing me to bend one arm behind her, shoving her against the tile wall.

“Shhh, relax sweetheart. It’s me, Topper.”

"Top? What are you doing?"

She relaxes slightly in my hold, assuming she isn't in any danger but she couldn't be more wrong.

"Don't play dumb y/n," I whisper into her ear, her body reacting exactly how I'd planned. She shivers, unconsciously arching further into my touch. When she feels my hard cock pressing into her ass she whines, the sound like music to my ears.

"Ya know, I see the way you look at me. Always eye fucking me from across the room. So now, I'm gonna give you what you want. What we both want."

"I don't know what you're talking about Top, I'm s-sorry if I did something wrong."

She starts to shake, her eyes searching my face for something she won't find.

"Relax baby. Let me make you feel good. I bet this pretty pussy is dripping for me."

To prove my point I slide one hand down her body, my knee forcing her legs apart. When my fingers come into contact with her folds I grin in victory, she's so fucking wet. I tease through her pussy, gliding my fingers up and down agonizingly slow.

She starts to breathe heavier, eyes glazing over as her body gives in to the pleasure. "That's it baby, so fucking good for me."

When I bump her clit she moans, the sound going straight to my cock and making it twitch. I start to rub her little bud in circles, her head falling back onto my shoulder as her body winds tighter. I plunge two fingers inside and she gasps, eyes flying open to look at me while I stretch her out.

I let go of her arm, bringing my other hand up to rest on her throat. She swallows thickly, whimpers falling from her perfect lips when I start to curl my fingers inside of her.

"Top please," she begs and its the sweetest thing I've ever heard.

"Please what doll? Please stop or please don't?"

I don't get a response, her legs starting to shake as her orgasm races closer. Just when her walls start to flutter around me I stop, quickly pulling her ass backwards and burying myself inside her.

"Fuck y/n, so god damn tight." Her walls squeeze me like a vice, the urge to cum already forming low in my gut.

She braces herself on the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks from the stretch and overstimulation. I don't give her any time to adjust, I just can't resist any longer. I pull almost all the way out before thrusting back in hard, her body shaking from the impact.

I'm mesmerized by the sight of her ass jiggling every time I slam inside, my pace picking up as our mixed moans fill the air. The need to feel her lips on mine, to taste her, is strong so after a few minutes of giving it to her nice and deep from behind I pull out.

I spin her around, lifting her up in my arms and pressing her against the wall. Her eyes are glued between us, staring open mouthed at my dick resting against her entrance. When she finally meets my gaze I push inside and she moans, nails digging into my shoulders at how the new angle feels.

"Don't stop. Please let me cum." Her hands tangle into my hair, tugging harshly when I hit her sweet spot. I purposefully slow my thrusts, making sure to angle my hips just right to keep making her clench around me.

She takes me by surprise, closing the small distance between us and crashing her lips to mine. She tastes even sweeter than I could've imagined, my tongue sweeping into her mouth as she hangs onto me tightly. I break away first, sponging kisses down her neck and quickly finding her weak spot.

"Oh shit," she curses, back arching further off the wall as her pussy starts to tighten around me. She reaches between our bodies, rubbing her clit and sending herself straight over the edge. I silence her screams with my mouth, swallowing her sounds as my balls start to tighten.

When her teeth sink into my bottom lip its game over. My cock twitches before I'm filling her up, struggling to keep us both upright as the pleasure washes through me. I give her a few final strokes before pulling out, setting her on her feet and watching as my cum leaks down her thighs.

I can't resist, dropping to my knees and throwing her foot onto my shoulder. She watches me closely as I kiss up her thigh, teasing my way around her swollen lips with my tongue. Her hand is in my hair again and god I love when she tugs it like that. I lick once from her entrance to her clit and she shudders, leaning into the wall for support.

She tastes like heaven, between her thighs quickly becoming my new favorite place to be. I want to watch her cum again and again. Two fingers probe her entrance before pushing inside, she moans at the sensations and my dick hardens once again. How would I ever get enough?

I lap at her clit, flicking it slowly with the tip of my tongue and loving how her body trembles each time. "God, just like that Top. Feels so good." She starts to rock her hips into my face, eager to take all the pleasure I have to give her.

"Come on baby, want you to come on my tongue." I suck her clit into my mouth, giving it gentle flicks with my tongue while I curl my fingers inside of her. She's ready to fall apart again in now time, thighs trembling before she soaks my face. I eagerly lap up every drop, licking every square inch of her sensitive flesh.

She pulls me back to my feet, pushing her tongue into my mouth and moaning at the mixed taste of our releases. "That was incredible, but this can't happen again. Your sister will kill me."

I laugh, caging her back against the wall once again. "You think one time was enough for me? No sweetheart. You're mine now and I don't care what she thinks. You better not ever wear panties in this house again. You understand?" She nods and I take the chance to leave, quickly toweling off before heading to my room, the taste of her still on my tongue.

@adventuresinobx @starkeyobx @paradisehamilton @ailee-celeste @pankhoeforlife @outerbankspov @houseofperfecttaste @drewbooooo @maybankslover @maybanks-luver @blueicequeen19 @toystory2wasjustokay @onmykneesforrafe @penny4yourthoughts @maddie-routledge @ilovetheavenger143 @arsonistthornton

[ccscocoapuffs]

Late Again- Johnny Silverhand Smut (March Madness Winner 2024)

The sun shined bright through the window of my small apartment in night city, mornings like this are the ones I could never take for granted. The view of night city despite this shitty apartment was one I don't think i could bare ever being away from. As I roll over a view I enjoy much more greets me.

"Good morning, Johnny" "....what time is it?" "9:45" "fuck....if it double digits I ain't waking the fuck up yet" "come on sleepy head, rogue has work for us this morning remember? you know how she hates it when we run late" "yeah yeah....five more minutes." "Johnny...come on we gotta go" I picked up and pillow and flopped it down on his head as I giggled at his irritated groan.

"if you're gonna make me get up can I atleast taste that pussy first?" "JOHNNY!" "What?! shits like coffee to me" "you're an idiot" "I didn't hear a no". Johnny quickly grabbed my hips and flipped me underneath him while he kissed down my neck onto my collarbone.

"Johnny we gotta...oh fuck" Johnny always had a way of going directly for that sweet spot on my neck that he knew makes me fall apart. Yet right now he knew exactly what he was doing by making us late. "I gotta deal for ya kid" "What's that?" "give me 20 minutes to fuck you into the mattress then we can still make it in time to go see rogue sense your so concerned about her yelling at us" "Fine but if we are late I'm gonna tell her it was your fault" "Just shut up and let me fuck you already".

Johnny slide his boxers off and started to slowly stroke himself with his precum leaking from his tip. I couldn't help myself from nearly drooling at the mere size of it. Johnny has always been a very big boy down below yet it never fails to surprise me every time I see it. He reaches forward with his right hand and rubs soft circles on my clit while his left hand reaches up to my neck. Damn how i love the cold sting of the metal against my burning skin. "You're fuckin soaked.....that all for me?" "yes.." "yes what?" "yes sir" "good girl..." Johnny leaned down spreading both my legs and place them on my shoulders before shoving his tongue into my soaked hole.

"Fuck! johnny!", Johnny continued to eat my soaked pussy like it was his last meal adding in his fingers in the process was no surprise as he loved to give me a little extra while he got his fix. "Fuck sweetheart you taste like fucking candy..." "mmmm johnny!" "thats it scream my name let the whole fucking building know whose fingers are in your pussy" "FUCK! please...please just fuck me already" "You want this cock princess?" "yes...please" "deal".

Johnny quickly adjusted himself before slamming into me without warning. "OH fuck!" Johnny's thrusts were relentless as usual yet I knew exactly what he was trying to do when he reached down and started to rub fast circles on my aching clit. "you gonna squirt for me, princess? hmm? you gonna soak the fucking sheets for me" "Fuck yes please Johnny Faster!" "yeah you like that? you like being my messy slut?" I felt the strong churning in my stomach as Johnny continuously quickened his pace. "Johnny.... gonna....im gonna!" "cum for me princess"

I most certainly didn't need to be told twice as I felt myself soak the sheets below as my orgasm rushed through my entire body. The overwhelming release almost made me drown out the sounds of Johnny's deep moan as he came inside me. "fuck.....princess so good for me" "Mmm thank you" "no thank you, baby best way to start the morning is with a pussy in your face" "dear god.." Just as Johnny leaned down to kiss my head the phone rang on the bedside table signaling to us both we were indeed once more late again.

"guess we're late huh?" "you're telling her why we are late, mr. i need my morning pussy" "i don't regret shit!". Though we may be late with Rogue again I can't help but hope I can wake Johnny up more often.

A/N: super simple Johnny smut for the March Madness poll #3 winner lemme know if yall wanna see more of Johnny in the future K BYEEEEEEE

[tough-n-dumb]

#1 kanej pls. preferably pre-book 1 or even show verse but whatever works best!

thank you!! your wish is my command :) set pre-book 1 (i did change the phrasing of the prompt just a little bit just to fit the flow better, imo) i'm sorry it took a couple days to get to this. i had a difficult time deciding on what exactly i wanted to write and this is not quite the fluff i thought it was gonna be lol. hope you enjoy it anyway!

1. “Oh my God. You’re in love with her.” (Kanej)

(Content warning: references to Inej's time at the Menagerie)

The front door to the Slat slammed open and Kaz quickly ushered Jesper and Inej inside—the latter hanging onto the former for support and limping from a deep and bloody gash in her thigh.

"Get her upstairs—"

"Kaz, I'm fine—"

"Should we get—"

All three of their voices, speaking at once, were drowned out by a bellow from the first floor office and the man within it.

“Brekker!" Haskell shouted. "Get your ass in here!”

Kaz shot Jesper a hard and uncompromising look. "Upstairs. Now," he hissed under his breath. The two of them disappeared into the stairwell with quick nods. He didn't miss the way Inej's face contorted in pain; how a slight whine left her lips as she took halting steps forward.

Kaz stepped into Haskell’s office, barely held together restraint kept in every movement. Haskell was not as committed to this show of will.

"Would you like to tell me why the hell the stadwatch was here tearing apart the Slat not one bell ago? What did you do you little skiv?"

"I didn't do anything," Kaz grit out. "I told you we didn't have enough manpower to do this job the right way but you said—"

"Oh, don't try to put words in my mouth."

Kaz took a deep breath and folded his hands over the head of his cane. "Sir," he began, the formality sickly on his tongue, "if I may. This job was set up to go wrong from the start. We're lucky no one took a harder hit. That we didn’t lose anyone.”

When we had first seen Inej stumbling down the alley and coated in blood, he wasn't so sure that would be the case. Even in the dim glow of the street lamps he could see the ashen cast to her face. She’d been moments from dropping before Jesper careened around the corner and scooped her up into his arms, motioning frantically for Kaz to start running.

"The Wraith took a pretty serious hit."

Haskell perked up at that. "She's fine though, yes? I spent a lot of kruge on her and I expect to get my money's worth."

“Yes,” Kaz said too quickly, too confidently. But gnawing fear—fear he hated—settled deep within him. “That remains to be seen,” he corrected. And if she isn’t, I’ll have your head on a pike outside the Exchange.

“Good. Though if she ever can’t work as a spider anymore, at least we know she can make us money on her back,” Haskell said with a wink.

Maybe it was the sting of the Dime Lions and the stadwatch officers they'd paid off getting the drop on them tonight. Or maybe it was the way Jesper had been able to help Inej when he couldn't; when he could only stand there useless, shaking at the thought of another person he lov— he valued losing their life to his folly. But Haskell's words—useless garble he could usually tune out—broke a dam within Kaz.

“If you ever,” he spat viciously, “imply you’ll send her back to a pleasure house again, I’ll make you watch as I feed your shriveled cock and balls to the nearest pack of rats.”

Haskell’s face went slack, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. But it was quickly replaced by a dawning realization that lit up his eyes, clarity replacing the cloudiness of perpetual drink. He looked gleeful.

"Ghezen, boy! You're in love with her, aren't you?" Haskell laughed heartily, slapping a hand on his thigh. "Of course Dirtyhands would fall for his whore. Though I didn’t think you’d have it in you.” His smile was wide and grotesque, a suggestive eyebrow raised on his sweat slicked brow. The room seemed to narrow, the shadows gaining sharper contrast. Haskell continued chuckling to himself.

"She isn't mine and she isn't a whore.” The rasp of Kaz’s voice hid the way it rattled with anger. “She's one of your crew, a Dreg, and I caution you to remember that." It took everything within Kaz to keep his breathing level; his tone stern but placid. He sculpted his face into a wall of impassivity but his blood boiled and churned. If he didn't leave Haskell's office soon, his fist might accidentally find a target in the man before him.

"If it makes you feel any better, I think she's sweet on you too. Though it's always hard to tell with those girls, especially Heleen's. She trains them so well, you know."

Kaz let his cane clatter to the ground and lunged at Haskell—one hand planted firmly on the desk and the other wrapped around his cheap, gaudy tie—and tugged until the older man was half-sprawled on the desk.

"Are you sure this is a conversation you want to have?" He yanked on the tie harder and Haskell made a choked, gurgling noise. "Because I can assure you it'll end with you losing a hell of a lot more blood than Inej has tonight."

Kaz released him with a hard shove, the jarring momentum sending Haskell tumbling backward in his chair and crashing to the ground. Kaz didn't wait for a response, just grabbed his cane from the floor and shoved the door open hard, the hinges groaning with force.

A handful of Dregs stood statue-still in the common room, eyes bulging. He saw Pim open his mouth to say something before Anika promptly smacked him upside the head and pulled him and Rotty away.

The trudge up the stairs was long and laborious, his breath coming in hard pants that weren't entirely from the climb and his aching leg. He paused on the third floor landing outside of Inej's room and heard gentle murmuring coming from the other side of the door. Jesper said something he couldn't catch, and Inej let out a tinkling laugh that made Kaz's heart jump.

He stood frozen, tempted to knock—tempted to burst into her room and see with his own eyes that she was okay, that she forgave him for the night's errors. He didn't.

what's the job and what went wrong? idk! just go with it! thanks for reading! again, this is pretty different than what i initially planned and it's still a bit rough, but i hope it was still a satisfying read!

fic prompt meme

[aces-and-angels]

title: do not fall apart before they do. tiktok originally made by umnia_ video transcript below the cut

[ID: With the magnitude of what has been happening in Gaza in the last 8-9 months, I really hope you guys deeped it when people of color were trying to tell you to pace yourselves- because now is around the time a lot of you are going to start *clicks tongue, slashes hand over forehead* Like, there's going to be yet another tragic massacre right in front of you on your screen- and you're just not gonna react because you're burnt out. and that's when they get you. This is- this is an endurance test.

Colonialism *laughs* and- and death and destruction. Necropolitics is an endurance test. How many people can we kill before you tap out on even seeing them as people? Until you- until you don't get it. Until you just- it no longer registers. How many people does it need to be? 300,000? 400? It- they will just keep going.

They don't see them as people. So what- what avenue do they have to stop? What avenue do they have to go, "oh, my god!" Like- they don't have one. They don't see these- they see them as- they don't even see them as numbers on a sheet. They don't think of these massacres by the numbers. Everyone else has to do the numbers. They don't even see the numbers. They're thinking in terms of the spreadsheet that has the bombs and the money on it. They're not thinking about the people, ever.

200 people? Okay *muttered speech* They have this double tap thing (which is a violation). It's a war crime where they go, "We'll do a little small explosion here. Everyone will run to try and try to save everybody- and we'll do another one." That would've horrified you in October, and now you're just like, "Yeah, cause it's Israel." That's how they get you. That's how they get you! That's how they get you.

(speaker mimicking others' most common comments) Well, what are we supposed to do? They say it's a civil war in Sudan. Wha- how am I meant to boycott gold like that? How does that even work? Like- I'm being asked to boycott so many things.

This- this is- this is when people of color have told you all of the different pitfalls. It was for the moment here- this moment- where Meta keeps switching off the political content even when you switch it back on again. It's for the "I haven't seen anything about Palestine in like, four days." It's for the "they- they bombed the school and they burned all the kids inside- all the kids." And you go, "Yeah- I mean, god, Israel- just- is there no low they won't stoop to?" It's for that moment. It's for that moment. That's when they get you. That is when they get you. That is when they get you.

And it's now no time for half measures. You've gotta be "October heated" about every single moment. And some of that means that you don't tap in until like 2 PM each day. Or you have- you cannot be guilty about the one or two things you do a day that are for you. You don't have to feel guilty about the week where you are just silent reposting and getting your mental back because at least you're doing something.

Like- that is how you maintain your humanity as they keep going. Because they can't- they don't- they won't stop. And if you can keep up with them, they run out of money, and that's when you can get them. And there's no recourse for them anymore. They need someone at every single speech going, "You're funding a genocide." They need everyone turning up to vote against them.

They- there's so many different avenues that mean you don't have to sacrifice your daily coffee and your nice little bubble bath to ruin their lives when they do this- when they kill this amount of people. You can really disrupt stuff. Even if it just means that your one action for the whole week is explaining to all your co-workers why that person who shouted at Jimmy Kimmel is an icon. That's the- that's the one.

Because finally- one day they run out of money- they run out of goodwill. They are worn down by the fact that you won't let this go, and they stop. You've disrupted their balls- you've disrupted their interviews- you've disrupted their money. Boycott, boycott, boycott. And eventually *speaker makes explosion sound* it all shuts down.

We're watching it shut down right now. That's why they're getting vicious. One might argue this entire assault is the final flamethrow of a dying empire. Do not let them guilt you into using everything you have in your power to maintain your humanity and stay in the fight. And that does not mean you have to be burning yourself out every day. It means sometimes that your only daily action is those instagram posts- those instagram stories. But you're still not stopping. No one's gonna shut you up.

Go as slow as you need to as long as you want. Do not stop. Because this is the moment. This is the moment that they're waiting for you to cave. They're waiting for you to burn out and to not- and to not see those kids as kids-- and to not see that granddad-- and to go, "What?! Another atrocity? What- another thing they're doing in the prison? What? Another thing? Ah, look at the dog! The dog they sent on the poor grandma."

You can't just be like *clicks tongue, slashes hand over forehead* and you can't just go like, "Why does no one care?!" You just have to beat them at the endurance test.

The- if you ever- if you ever-- I mean all people of color can do this for you, but if you ever need an example of an endurance test, pay attention to Palestinians. Follow Palestinians. They have been in this for a time- a length of time you cannot fathom. There are people who have been born into this who were born of people who were born into this, okay? They know endurance. Follow their lead. They're still graduating. They're still having their coffees. They're still doing their makeup, and--

And you just keep going. Just keep going. Just keep going. Just keep going. Because the thing is, you can- you can maintain your sanity. They cannot maintain this. This cannot go on forever. This will end up falling apart, but only if you don't fall apart first. END ID]

[darkcrowprincess]

When Nico ran away, he met Luke Castellan. They formed a small friendship/alliance of liking Percy.

*Oh do I have ideas!*

We start this story with how every story with Nico di Angelo starts. With him being completely utterly miserable.

Nico is running. Cold seeping in his bones. Percy Jackson's calls for him to 'come back Nico' echoing behind him. Nico runs. Without thinking or how he shadow travels for the first time. The only thing he does is turn his head behind him for one last glimp. Percy is reaching for him, ocean eyes sad and afraid for him. Begging him to come back. That causes the anger inside to spread more. A cold ice burn freezing anger. Anger of heart break and denial. All centered around Percy Jackson.

When the shadows spits him out again, he ends up in an alley. Nico trips over his feet. He tucks and rolls, hitting two trashcans, and ends up staying there like that. It's lightly raining. 'Good,' Nico thinks, it fits his mood. He's still so cold. Logically, he knows he needs to get up and keep walking. Find better clothes than his jacket so he doesn't freeze to death. But all Nico wants to do is stay here. Wallow in his pain. Maybe fall asleep and hope everything is just a nightmare. Nico moves to lay on the hard ground. Letting the rain soak in more. He's in a fetal position. He knows he shouldn't, but he's so tired. Percy's words about Bianca echoing in his head. His eyes fluttering. The only thing in his sight is the empty alley.

******

"Hey kid! Kid!"

"You need to wake up!"

"You can't stay here! God your burning up!"

"Percy?"

"What?"

"Percy, you let her die."

"Are you a friend of Jackson's?"

"Just leave me here to die Percy Jackson."

"Ok, kid your definitely coming with me."

"Are you crazy Luke! Kronos is not happy with you already."

"He knows Jackson. Besides another demigod could be useful."

"Percy, Bianca, don't leave me alone, please."

"Hush kid your sick. No one is leaving you alone."

Between the voices fitting through Nicos delirious mind. He has a flash of opening his eyes. A moment where he sees a young blond man leaning over him worried.

*****

Nico wakes up on a couch. Wet cloth on his forhead, blanket tucked over him. His clothes changed(a baggy shirt and sweatpants). Nico looks around. He's in a tiny apartment. Outside he sees New York. It's night. Before full on confusion and fear hit Nico hears a voice singing coming from another room.

🎶He says, "Ooh, baby girl,

you know we're gonna be legends

I'm the king, and you're the queen,

and we will stumble through heaven

If there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes

I know you wanna go to heaven, but you're human tonight"🎶

Nico swallows hard and nervous, looking for a weapon he grabs a table lamp. Slowly he starts walkng towards the kitchen. He pushes the kitchen door open and peaks in. The singing has gotten louder. The male singing isn't a bad singer.

🎶And I've been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool For a while now, drowning my thoughts out with the sounds

But do you feel like a young god? You know the two of us are just young gods And we'll be flying through the streets with the people underneath And they're running, running, running🎶

Standing at the stove, he sees the back of a young blonde man. He's making chicken soup. Chopping carrots and potatoes into something that smells (Nico hates to admit)really good to Nico. Nicos realizes how hungry he is. The music is coming from a tiny battery powered cd player radio on the counter.

"You finally woke up kid?" The blonde says without turning around to look. Nico squeaks in fear, lifting the lamp up for protection. The blonde turns off the music, then fully turns around and rases his hands up.

"Hey easy kid I'm not going to hurt you. I'm a friend of Percy Jackson's."

Nico growls at that. "What makes you think I'm Percy Jackson's friend?!"

"Well other than the fact you were calling out his name while you were sick?"

Nico blushes at this. The blonde makes a note of that.

"Percy's been looking for you kid, real worried about you. At least that's what my spies say."

Nico still keeps the lamp in front of him like a bat, he raises an eyebrow in disbelief. "Spies? What are you a mob boss for half-bloods?"

Luke smirks, "You really have no idea who I am do you?"

"I know I have a lamp and I can throw it at your head!"

"Yeah but than you won't get any food. I know your hungry. So sit down, or not. You can leave if you want no one's stopping you kid."

Nicos stomach growls. At this point Nico doesn't care, he's hungry. If anything he can do whatever that shadow thing was again if he needed too. He's sure he can again. Nico goes to sit, the blonde guy smiles. Than turns around back to the stove. A few minutes later he brings back a couple of bowls filled with chicken soup. Laying one in front of Nico and than his seat. Up closer Nico fully sees the scars on the guys face. As if some big Greek monster used him as a clawing post. The guy pointedly eats first. Nico than follows after waiting a minute. During the meal it's silence. Uncomfortable silence from Nicos side. When Nico is almost finished and can't take anymore, he finally asks a question.

"Who are you and how do you know Percy?"

The guy fully smiles, its a rather mean one.

"My names Luke Castellan."

*******

A few hours have passed, Nico and Luke are still talking in the kitchen. It's late but Nico isn't tired. He hasn't been more awake in a long time.

"So you tried to kill Percy."

"Kill is a strong word, I wouldn't exactly say that. I knew he'd survive the scorpion bite. My master had to think I was trying to kill him. I don't want Percy dead. I care very much about Percy Jackson. "

"You have a funny way of showing it."

"From what you've told me so do you. You know it's not his fault your sister died. Yet you still blame him."

Nico glares at him at that(unknown to him his eyes start glowing. The power of the underworld in him), some part of Nico wanting to throw his empty soup bowl at his head. Luke just keeps smiling.

"In fact I think we share the same type of complicated feelings for Percy. We both love him but are also terrified of him." Luke's voice oozes charm like gold. As if he's trying to entice Nico to seeing things his way. Nico can't look at him. The fear comes crawling back inside him. How can this guy see him so easily?

"Is that it," Nico says. "You want me to join you so I can give you info on Percy?"

"I think you want two things. Your sister back and Percy Jackson. Now the first can be real simple, especially with your help. A new world order without Olympian gods also means controlling the doors of death. The second, well I'm willing to share if you are kid. What I want, other than that is quite simple."

Nico looks at him with wide eyes.

Luke's eyes flash gold for one second. A bright other worldly gold. "I want the gods to pay. And a child of the big three can certainly help with that. The power you could be capable of could do wonders for our side."

Nico stands up in anger at that, his chair falling to the ground. "So your dangling my dead sister, and what Percy as a war prize we can share as barging pieces? So that I can join your little army!"

"Yeah, I am. Plain and simple kid. And I know your tempted. Or you would have just left with that shadow travel thing. I can see it in your eyes. You want to accept my deal."

Luke stays sitting but offers a hand towards Nico, " What exactly do you have to lose here? A father you never even met? Gods who are the real reason your sister's dead? A camp that's not even looking for you? Percy's the only one who has been looking for you might I add."

Nico eyes the hand. His heart beating fast loud, it's the only thing he can hear.

"I'm offering you everything you could ever want."

Everything else is silent. As if it's holding its breath. Nico lifts his hand going towards Lukes. It shakes and it's pale, soft and tiny compared to Lukes tanned, callus and big hand. His fingers curl back to hesitate touching Lukes and than-

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Somewhere Percy Jackson wakes up in a cold sweat. Terrified. He can't remember what he dreamed but he feels as if something big has changed. His big ocean eyes wide. Only thing he says is, "Nico."

@dark-emperor-ciska 👿👿👿👿

[kokushibouthings]

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Pairing: tomura shigaraki x reader

Content: Reader is a streamer, AFAB/female reader, Non con(?), reader is into it, reader has a "perfect" body + not specified eye color skin tone nor hair length and color(?) , readers wearing a medium lengthed pencil skirt, non con(?), Sub reader

Side note: yes, tomura has a finger or two lifted up every time he grips onto something. No asking why I don't bother just putting it in.🤬

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I slightly bite my lower lip angrily at the fact I failed to kill the creeper without it exploding

"Damn it... Now there's a hole in the ground!"

Grabbing the dirt blocks, Not bothering to fill it in and just covered the top in return of chat spamming; "How could you do that?!" "Fill the hole up.." "Cursed."

I scoffed a little confused, "since was not filling up a creeper explosion cursed..?"

I notice a chat, with the same user I always see in almost every livestream I do and repost videos of my livestreams. "It wasn't cursed ever."

I found it a little cute, Having a long term fan always coming onto my streams.. "Thanks for agreeing, AFORP" I always noticed that user even though the chats were honestly a bit fast at updating.

After a few minutes in the livestream.. Almost finished building your minecraft base and a mob spawner farm.

[ AFORP has donated 270 ---- ]

Do you love me?

I listened to the text to speech while half focused on the game, "Sure I do." I replied barely really caring at all not noticing who even donated...as the chat spammed wtfs or stuff like did you get a boyfriend.

After a while, I decide to end the stream after 2 and a half hours. Finally getting to stretch and fall into my warm mattress grabbing my phone. I noticed I was starting to run low on cash and desperately needed to pay a LOT of bills...

Boldly deciding to start an onlyfans, Setting it up overnight before getting some sleep and continuing in the morning...

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I post the pictures embarrassingly, in hope of getting some cash. Desperate times are desperate needs.

Surprisingly, and shockingly. The first one to comment on the video about my recently updated bio with the OF link was AFORP..

"God you look so fuckin' pretty.. Just wann' rip you apart so bad." I read, Taking it as sarcasm replying to his comment; "Do it." Thinking he wouldn't...

Oh you were so wrong and in for one hell of a ride of your life.

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Your legs were spread apart as his legs were between them, with your hands completely being pushed down against the mattress with his open palms lifting some fingers up making sure to not decay the bed,

As your wildly jackhammering your legs panicking since you're very much aware of the fact he's the one of the infamous notorious villains, He takes his hands away from yours to scratch his neck with one of his.

"Weren't you the one who told me to do this? Why are you so afraid now?" You backed up in the corner of your bed completely terrified for your life.

As he just practically climbed on the bed, Heading towards you. "E ...—eek! What do you want from me?!" You yelled out squirming closing your eyes, knees into your face ready to brace any pain

"Are you fuckin' stupid? A lil' disappointin for my favorite streamer who was apparently fearless to be afraid of me." He grabbed your hand, Forcing you to lay down on your back having him hover over you. You took a bit processing what he meant..

"are you AFORP...? suddenly I'm not so scared of you.." Your eyes looked into his, Confusingly having the most notorious villain wrapped around your finger.

"You should be cause I'm gonna fuck your brains out till you cry and beg." He flips you over having you lay on your chest this time, Grabbing onto your hair yanking it so hard as if hes trying to find out if you're wearing a wig..

"Wh...–what the fucck– stop! Stop! that hurts!!" You cry out already telling him to stop, "How about you be an obedient little slut? Can't believe you're already begging when I only just yanked on your hair."

Slapping your clothed cunt, Having you yelp at his action... As he works his zipper down, shortly before lifting up your skirt and folding it to get a better view of your ass.

"God you look so fuckin' perfect with those laced panties, How about you spread your legs a bit wider?" He lets go of your hair, Making you almost just fall onto the mattress face flat... Luckily you got on your arms.. But.

At this point, you just give in and obey him spreading your legs a bit wide open, if you knew he could practically just kill you within 5 seconds if you disobeyed would you still try to rebel against him? No. exactly.

You look behind you to look at what he's even doing.. "Well If I'm your favorite streamer do you mind going gentle atleast.." He scoffed, "Sure, whatever. That's the least best thing I could probably do for you." He enters slowly, but fuck he was still so fucking rough and painful.

"W—wait don't you have a condom..? What if you'll get me pregnant I don't want to be known as the most infamous villains wife or whatever..." He takes a hand to his neck, Scratching it annoyingly.. "I know what I'm doing. I won't cum inside, happy? Now stop fuckin' talking before I might hurt your dumbass."

You could feel every hot, rough inch and veins of him inside of you. God he was pretty ugly from far away but you had to admit he was a lot hotter in this time close up.. I guess he grew up a little bit. And his hair is longer– wait why do you care about that? Anyway continuing...

sloppily thrusting inside of you, hitting your g-spot every single thrust... Shortly moving onto a quicker rough pace with you squirming against his length..

A few fingers slide down near your velvet lines, rubbing his fingers against your cute little bead "Godd you're so wet, I bet you were hoping for something like this to happen. Just...heelplesssly wat–tching me ...—po..-und you like a whoor...re" Although you desperately tried to cover your mouth with the palm of your hand, low soft moans escaped your lips..

"f.... –fuck..Mmngh, Aa..Ah! ssh —..hiit.." You whimpered, squirming and shaking badly under his touch, A streamer who was apparently fearless ruined in around 4 minutes..

His length abusing your cunt, as a finger rubs against your clit in circular motions consistently after sliding it up and down..

You were already about to have your 2nd orgasm, feeling the same knot in your stomach about to rip as tears dripped down onto the bed sheets accompanied with drool

You could feel him shortly pulling out, releasing it all over your back as you just collapsed exhaustedly..

"Don't worry, I won't just leave you here. I guess I'll help clean you up... Didn't get you to beg at all but whatever" But he ended up doing it only after a few minutes of playing around with your chest and a 2 minute break...

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You wake up to be alone, with a completely different set of clothes and snacks on your desk.. Confused about what happened. (yea you barely remember anything 🫡)

[mintmatcha]

Chapter Nine of Time Constraints

I am giving you a sneak peak of my AO3 work Time Constraints, an Aizawa x reader fic. Simply put, i love this fic and want to share part of it here too!

CW: Aizawa X reader, porn with a little plot, reader has a vagina and fem pronouns, fem receiving oral, PIV sex. it’s smut. it’s basically 90% smut 10% plot. 3k.

Context:  after a long, long pining period and a bunch of miscommunications, you FINALLY have sex with your upstairs neighbor... on the fire escape of your building. In the rain. 

Your pussy is out.

That’s your first concern.

“Shit,” you curse, batting Aizawa’s chest. Shock and alarm push away the usual post-coital euphoria and you’re left, emotionally and physically bare.

“Fuck.” His eyes drop to your bare pubic area and his eyebrows raise as if he’s surprised at himself and what he’s done. You can’t blame him-- you’re still in disbelief too. Semi public hookups certainly aren’t the usual way you spend evenings.

Your brain starts working faster than the rest of your body. What does this mean? 15 minutes ago he wasn’t talking to you and now he’s literally inside you. You had kissed before apparently, but this. This was more than kissing.

Way more than kissing.

“Fuck,” Aizawa repeats, finally stepping back to tuck himself back into his pants. “That was-”

“Someone’s gonna see us-” You’re still trying to slap him away hopelessly and aimlessly- “And I’m going to end up in a tabloid!”

He suddenly presses against you again and you squeal in surprise as his hands cup under your ass. Spinning on his heel, Aizawa hoists you up and back towards his window.It's all you can do to hold on to his shoulders. The little present you brought earlier is discarded on the ground, the paper melting from the moisture and revealing the cardboard underneath. You make a mental note to go back for it.

In a surprisingly graceful move, Aizawa ducks back inside without slamming you against the window frame.

It's equally quiet in here, but in a different way. There's true silence, the static of the outside world sealed away as soon as the window closes behind you. The only sound is the slow drip of water falling from your clothing and his. The tan carpet beneath you is quickly darkening from the moisture.

"You're getting my floor wet again." Aizawa's voice is even, but there's a slight lift of humor. Despite yourself, you exhale, amused. His cheek, pressed against yours in his position, twitches with a smile.

"Let’s hope it doesn't leak down into my apartment, 5B,” you reply.

Your neighbor lets you down carefully. The scraps of cloth that were your pants sink down to your knees. Despite the earlier activities, you don’t feel very sexy right now: your bottom half is out a la Winnie The Pooh and the rest of you is sopping wet. Your only solace is that Aizawa is just as waterlogged as you. As he wordlessly wanders out of the room, his sweatpants drag down just below the curve of his ass, giving you a delightful peak at the lower muscles of his back.

Okay, maybe you do feel a little sexy.

“Am I just supposed to shake off like a dog, or-?”

Before you can move, he’s back, arms full of obscenely fluffy towels. His outer layer has been discarded all together, leaving him in a skintight layer of a black tee and matching boxer briefs. The

Oh, you’d fuck him again if he’d let you.

Oh, god-- you hope he lets you. This has all the markers of a one night thing, but you can’t help both hope that desire between you is mutual.

“You’re impatient,” he scolds. You hold out a hand for the towel, only to have him push your arm away. Instead, Aizawa steps closer and presses the towel into your neck, then down to your chest, gently patting you off.

“I can do it myself,” you insist, no spine in your voice. Your resistance melts more and more with each touch.

“I know-- it’s called being polite.” The towel slips around your waist, then shimmies down your bare skin. “You should try it.”

You open your mouth to say something sassy, but Aizawa eases himself to his knee to kneel before you, face only inches away from the curve of your stomach. You can physically see the hitch in your breath tightening your core as he continues to towel you off, those dark, stormy eyes trailing down your form.

He’s trying not to look directly at your pussy. His eyes seem to flicker everywhere else, keeping themselves polite except for quick stolen glances of your pubic hair, still smeared with your own cum.

"I didn't think about…" His hands pause as he inhales, "Do we have to worry about consequences?"

"What?" you ask before you can even think that question through,  "Oh. Um, no- I'm on birth control and I'm clean."

He visibly relaxes. “I should have asked beforehand, I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,” you say. You bring your knee against his chest for a playful tap, “You're too serious.”

Aizawa runs a bare hand up the leg you’ve presented him, calloused palm rough against your inner thigh, barely ghosting its way to your hip before traveling back down the outer side. His tough follows a pattern you can't see, mandering.

“I've never done that before."

That you process much quicker. You straighten, eyes wide with shock.  "Holy shit, you were a virgin?"

Aizawa looks up from between your legs, eyes narrowed as if he's inspecting you. The warm washcloth drags across your inner thigh and the sudden temperature change has you shuddering.

"Stop doing that."

"Doing what? Taking your virginity?"

“Asking stupid questions.” His eyes flicker into a roll. Surprisingly immature. "I was not a virgin."

The cloth trails higher, into the crease between your thigh and cunt. "I've never cum inside someone before."

Oh.

“Oh.” You shift, unsure of what to say. Congratulations? You're welcome?

“Was it good?” you decide on. Aizawa shoots you another look, but his tongue is caught in his cheek, holding back a surprisingly cocky grin.

“Another stupid question,” Aizawa scoffs. He guides your legs further apart, sliding your knee over his shoulder. That pulls him closer, tendrils of long hair brushing against your skin. The air between you shifts away from something playful towards something hungry.

“Can I…?” When you don't respond, he glances up, eyes almost concealed by those straight lashes, and searches for approval. You manage a meek little nod; you’re caught somewhere between excited and bashful, wanting and nervous. Slowly, Aizawa moves his thumb to the lip of your pussy, stroking the patch of hair there before pulling one side apart from the other. The muted pop of wetness is so quiet that you can barely hear it, but it’s followed by something much more noticeable-- the warm, unfamiliar slipperiness of cum, working its way down as gravity pulls it. A pearl of it is collected right at the mouth of your cunt, you can feel, and it’s threatening to fall onto the floor.

Aizawa breathes out like he’s been punched in the gut.

“So messy.” His breath is humid against your cool skin.  “Let me clean it up.”

The rather chaste press of his lips against the apex of your slit is sweet, but makes your body jump from the want that bubbles up inside you. Then, he moves down. The dry kiss is replaced with something just a bit greedier, with a hint of suction, then followed by another, wetter, wilder one, accented by the flat of his tongue sneaking out to taste you. His arm has snuck around to loop behind you, locking your hip against his forehead and his mouth on your cunt.

Okay, when you wanted him to fuck you again, you hadn’t expected it to be this soon. The quiver of being freshly fucked is still lingering inside you and //his fucking tongue is doing nothing but bringing them back. It’s got none of the messy, uncontrolled feel of your first round: every movement is exploratory, but purposeful, testing exactly how to make you-

“Oh, sh-shit-” Hot, hot, hot pleasure rocks you hard enough that your hands find his hair and pull-- partially in shock, partially just to keep your balance. You’re not cumming, but suddenly - through sensitivity and an aggravating amount of skill on his part- you’re really fucking close.

“Yeah?” he hums, voice even and yet honey thick, “That’s how you like it?”

It’s a question that asks for no answer because Aizawa’s mouth is back on you, stealing the sound from your throat with a rough grind of his tongue. The little details fade away and all you can focus on is how good you feel, how wicked that flutter of his tongue feels, how it pulls something devastatingly delicious from you.  Your hands have curled into fists, tugging aimlessly on his long locks, silently begging for both more and less-

You want to tell him it’s not fair. It’s not fair how good this is, how his lips close around your clit just right, how the grind of his scruff against your recently fucked hole makes your legs tremble-

But when you open your mouth, only nonsense falls out.

“Omigod-” you whimper, so high that you don’t recognize yourself, “G’nna cu-”

Thick, strong fingers dig into the fat of your ass, hard into to fucking ache. It’s a command you understand well:

Do it.

You cum. Hard. Muscles you didn’t know you had constrict  and you practically buckle over yourself, keening as blinding, incredible pleasure blinds you-- literally. Your vision is nothing but stars and the sheen of his still damp hair as your body finally gives. The peak seemingly lasts forever, ecstasy extended as he continuously laps at you, demanding more with every stroke.  It’s not until he finally, mercifully pulls away that your body relaxes and your knees wobble; he hadn’t positioned himself between them, you’d be on the floor.

Before you can even catch your breath, your partner’s moving. Aizawa stands and catches your mouth in a rather slick kiss. The musk of your own excitement is smeared across his cheeks, backed by the unfamiliar tang of his cum. All you can do is breath him in and give yourself to the kiss, head spinning and chest a flutter with the chaos and excitement and whatever chemical cocktail is overwhelming your brain right now-

You’re fucked. Fucked to the point you think you might be broken.

And yet you’re peeling off his flimsy excuse for a shirt, pressing your tongue deeper into his awaiting mouth, greedily demanding more once again-

Earlier, when you thought  that whatever exists between you was simply hungry, you were wrong. The flame, the want,  the need-- it’s gluttonous.  It’s fed, it’s fueled, but never satiated, roaring and ripping through your senses. If you let it, the fire could consume you.

And, fuck, being set on the pyre sounds delightful right now.

Aizawa’s hands find the crook of your armpits and hoist, tossing you back with a surprising amount of strength. You squeal when you hit the mattress, bouncing a bit before he’s on you again. Everything about him is broad, from his shoulders that pin you down to the fingers that clutch under your shirt. His mouth slotting against yours like it belongs there, stealing kiss after kiss like he’s entitled to you. His cock is hard against your stomach, kicking with every sound you make, and the embers inside you spark once again. Fumbling as quickly as you can, you force down the band of his underwear and angle your hips. You’re empty-- painfully, dreadfully empty. The touch earns you a gasp and a growl, his hips snapping against you.

“Jesus,” His voice is low, rolling and deep, “You’re going to ruin me.”

You push your hands up under his shirt and dig your nails into the planes of his shoulders.

“Please,” you beg, not entirely sure what for. Please fuck me, please let me ruin you. Please ruin me in return.

Whatever you want, he gives you; Aizawa sinks forward, driving onto his knees to straddle you, and his cock fills you once again. Your toes curl, cunt pulsing around him almost painfully.

“Shit-” Aizawa is immediately still.  “Are you doing that on purpose?”

It takes a second for you to even register what he’s saying. “Wh-what?”

From above you, dark hair haloed by the soft overhead lighting, his eyes are pupil-less, lost in the dark of his iris. The top of his nose and across his cheekbone are blushed, covered with a darling pick that filled the fat of his cheeks in a surprisingly youthful way. Like this he’s almost unrecognizable, a Shouta only you get to see.  You lift your chin, straining up and away from the mattress with a tilt of the head, nudging the air for him to come closer. He obliges, meeting you halfway for a tempo changing kiss; it’s slow and tooth achingly sweet, with the drag of skin making not only your cunt flutter, but also your chest.

(Ugh, what the fuck was that?)

“God, that.” Aizawa pulls away to speak, groaning through his teeth, “Are you trying to strangle my cock on purpose?”

Before you can respond, your senses are overwhelmed by the sudden stimulation of Aizawa slamming his hips back into yours. The pace he sets is brutal, hips clapping against your skin so hard your ass stings from the contact. Your core is swollen and sensitive from the attention it’s already received and your poor body can’t help but kick and keen with every stroke. It’s all you can do to take it as he selfishly chases his own high and leaves you there, whimpering and whining underneath.

"Tight girl," he grunts, "Fuck, tight, tight girl."

If your brain wasn’t pumping out a slurry of neurochemicals, you might be embarrassed: you’re drooling, begging, so fucked up that your eyes can barely stay open, but you can’t find it within yourself to care. His cock is unfairly good, but it’s the rest of him that almost pushes you over the edge again: nimble fingers dipping down to circle your puffy clit, chest pressed brazenly against yours. All of it is disgustingly gratuitous.

“Sho-” Your voice twists.

You’re no longer in the rain but everything is still impossibly wet. Your slick is smeared down to your knees and up his stomach, clinging to the comforter beneath you as you move. A bead of it -or maybe his cum from earlier- rolls down his balls-- you can feel it as they slap your asshole with every thrust.

“God,” he whines, open mouthed into your cheek, like it’s the only word he can think of, “God, god, god-”

The crack in his voice makes your stomach flip. Aizawa’s always been a quiet one, so to hear him so unabashedly vocal feels like a treat. “I’m gonna-”

“One more,” Aizawa demands into the base of your neck, teeth searching for skin to clutch. His fingers are messy, tracing sloppy circles around your cunt, mindlessly demanding more for you as his jaw closes painfully tight  into the soft spot below your jaw. Your body jolts from the sensation, heart racing so loudly that you’d miss his words if they weren’t right by your ear. “Come on, give it to me. Just one more, please.”

His jaw closes painfully into the soft spot below your jaw and your body jolts at the pain. Your heart is racing so loudly that you’d miss his words if they weren’t right by your ear.

And you do, cumming in a shaking collapse once again. This isn’t as mind altering-ly amazing as the previous, but it’s enough that you think you’re melting, muscles sinking down into the mattress. He follows suit with a groan, warmth spilling and squishing inside of you. The warmth is welcome-- if there was any energy left in your body you’d ask him to eat it out of you again.

After he’s spent, he lingers and catches his breath, still propped on his elbows on top of you. God, he’s good at this. You want to admire the sweat sheen that clings to him, but you can even keep your eyes open.

“Are you okay?” Aizawa’s thumb rubs below your eyelid to wipe away a bead of sweat or a tear. Maybe both. “I’ve never seen you this quiet.”

"I hate you."

Aizawa recoils. "Excuse me?"

“I’m g'nna pass out,” you gripe, voice still quivering, “You fuck too good. You can't just... " Words are escaping you. "Ignore me for weeks-- and then break me.”

There’s shifting above you. For a second you think he’s shaking, then his voice breaks through into a chuckle. He’s laughing.

“Never heard that complaint before,” Aizawa says and you swear you can hear a smile. Ugh, it’s endearing. He’s not allowed to be endearing when you’re this vulnerable.

“Shouta,” you whine, “I’m so… Y’know…”

“You can’t even talk.” His palm cups your cheek with a solid pat before he pulls away, mattress moving as his weight shifts. The sudden lack of body heat leaves you shivering and you whine much too high. There’s rustling around the room and the slowing drum of rain against the window, both of which are slowly drifting farther and farther away…

“Sleep,” Aizawa whispers, tugging you back, “ I’ll wake you up before you have to work.”

You really shouldn’t sleep. That would be weird-- and a little pathetic. Who passes out after right after sex? That’s such a man's move. Besides, your apartment’s right downstairs; if you could just get your legs to move, you’d be home in less than thirty seconds.  You'll roll over in just a second after you catch your breath

The room gets warmer as something is draped over you.

“I see you fighting it. Just sleep.” He’s farther away now and yet right there, right to you. “You never sleep enough.”

Because you can’t. Sleeping’s so hard for someone like you, it just doesn’t hap-

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When you awake, the apartment is dark.