#PUSHING ME CLOSER CENTIMETER BY CENTIMETER !!! IT TURNING TO INCHES AT THIS POINT

[s0urte3th]

“why cant you just help me out???”

[iovetecchou]

Just The Tip! ⧸ Sigma.𖥔 ݁ ˖

༞ Contains...! smut. implied established relationship, subspace, dom!reader, masturbation (m and f), mommy kink, teasing, begging, pussydrunk!sigma, desprate!sigma, use of cock cage

༞ AFAB Reader.

༞ 1,100 words.

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“Please, please, please— I need to feel you, I need to touch you! I want to be inside you— j-just the tip! I promise!”

Sigma lost all composure hours ago. This all started when you came home early and caught him touching himself.

He stammered, trying to cover his most private parts from your view and giving you a sorry excuse of, “I couldn’t help myself!”

But you weren’t buying it. Sigma knew better than this. You rid yourself of your clothes, watching his eyes sparkle with excitement as you crawled up the bed. You sat in front of Sigma, admiring his face as you spread your thighs apart for him.

You saw him fight with himself for a brief moment; trying not to let his gaze wander down between your legs. But ultimately, Sigma caved. You were too tempting, and all he could think about today was worshipping you.

Moments before you walked in, Sigma was imagining you riding his cock until he was shooting blanks. In his fantasies, you were praising him— calling him your good boy, as you fucked him senseless.

So, of course, the moment you put yourself on full display for him like this… Sigma would surrender. You clicked your tongue as you watched him ogle your slick heat. Sigma began inching closer to you, bringing his head between your parted thighs, desperately yearning to taste you.

But you had other plans. Sigma was mere centimeters away from your glistening folds, getting a strong whiff of your arousal, causing his head to reel and his cock to twitch— before you pushed him back. Your hand pressed against his forehead, shoving him away from your inviting heat before whispering,

“Ah, ah, ah… bad boys don’t get to taste mommy. You know that by now. Right, sweetheart?”

You’ve been touching yourself for hours now. Letting orgasm after orgasm rip through you as Sigma pathetically watched. He was nearly sobbing at this point. His need to feel you was agonizing. You didn’t fail to notice how his cock throbbed with need, drooling an immense amount of precum.

You warned Sigma that if he came from watching you, he wouldn’t be able to touch you for a week. The poor man was fisting the bedsheets hard, trying with all his might not to cum as he scored his trembling bottom lip with his teeth.

A couple of tears slipped past his lash line as he begged, “Please, Mommy! Just the t-tip, I promise— nothing more! I want— no- I need it, I need you!”

Your pussy clenched around nothing from his lewd words. You would be lying if you said you weren’t craving him. Watching him get so desperate just from the sight of you pleasuring yourself was such a turn-on. Having Sigma beg for the tiniest bit of attention from you was your breaking point.

“Naughty boy, how shameful. Just the tip, you say? Okay… why don’t you prove to me that you can be satisfied with just that.”

You smirked, inching your hips closer to his. Sigma nearly stumbled off the bed from how fast he shot up. Slotting himself comfortably between your parted thighs. Exactly where he belonged.

“Y-Yes Mommy! Thank you, thank you, thank you— ah…!”

Sigma whined. More tears cascaded down his rosy cheeks as he grasped his needy cock. Wasting no time pushing the blunt head of his dick past the tight ring of your pussy.

His hands came up to your hips, clenching and unclenching around your waist as he tried his hardest not to cum on the spot. Your walls were so warm, wet, and inviting. You were squeezing the head of his dick just right. He was insatiable. He needed more.

“Well? Are you satisfied?” You quipped, smirking as you watched his eyebrows knit in concentration— watery eyes squeezing shut.

He could barely speak. Sigma was a blushing mess. Little whimpers and whines slipped past his parted lips as he tried to regain his composure. But being neglected by you for hours proved too much for him.

Just as you were about to repeat yourself, a moan was ripped from you. Before you could process— Sigma slammed his hips flush into your pelvis. Filling you to the brim with his needy cock. He barely waited a second before he began thrusting into you with reckless abandon.

“Sorry m-mommy— ‘m sorry, wasn’t enough… needed more— hah…!” You watched as Sigma’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. His jaw went slack. His tongue jutted out as he panted— fucking into you sloppily. Drool seeped down his chin as Sigma’s grip on your waist tightened.

“C-Cumming— cumming!” Sigma cried out, grinding his pelvis into yours. You could feel his balls twitching against the underside of your pussy as he emptied his heavy load inside you.

You clicked your tongue, glaring daggers at the man who was still buried to the hilt inside you. Once Sigma came down from his high, the realization of what he had done sunk in.

“A-Ah! I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to, Mommy—“ He frantically pulled out of your tight wet heat, whining as the cool air hit his wet cock, before he continued, “Didn’t mean it, I swear! Let me make it up to you— please, please, please!”

Without a word, you shoved his hands away from your hips. Standing from your shared bed and making your way toward the nightstand. Tears brimmed in the poor man’s eyes once more as you gave him the silent treatment.

He brought his hands to his face, covering his face in shame as he sobbed quietly. Only when he felt you pushing something cool and hard around his balls, did he pull his head up from his hands. Sigma watched in disbelief as you secured the metal ring around his balls, caging his now softening shaft next.

“N-No! Please… not again!” Sigma pleaded, eyes scanning over your blank expression as you pulled your key necklace closer to the cock cage, swiftly locking it before you sat upright.

“Seems like you didn’t learn your lesson. What a shame, and to think you could finally be a good boy for mommy…” You sighed, pushing Sigma flat against the bed.

Sigma pathetically pleaded for forgiveness as you crawled your way up his frame. Your thighs closed around his face as you glanced down at his tear-stained cheeks. A mix of his cum and your arousal slid down your inner thighs as you spat out, "Why don't you clean up your mess? Maybe then I'll consider letting you out of your cage."

[sundew199]

Kiss <3

Tags: f!reader x Reiner. Smut, oral f!receiving, fingering. Minors dni :)

thinking about how Reiner can never go to bed without giving you a kiss. Even if he knows he'll get lost in the sensation of your soft lips on his, it doesn't stop him from reaching around to cradle the nape of your neck and slotting his lips with yours. He's so addicted to the way you sign into his mouth and wrap your arms around his neck or cradle the side of his face as the languid motions of his mouth continues on. One kiss before bed is never enough, he has to trace the entirety of one side of your jaw, bumping his nose on your chin when your head tips back to let him travel down the center of your neck.

He groans into the base of your neck, when your pert nipples brush along his bare chest through your night gown. By now, Reiner knows he won't be able to sleep until your entire body is lavished in kisses, reminders of how much he loves you.

"It's never just one kiss hm?" Such a breathless question pulled him out of his trance for a moment, bunching the end of your nightgown halfway up your stomach, sitting up on his knees some and inhaling a long breath.

"No, but can you blame me?" Not wasting a moment to settle back between your spread legs, adding nips along with the kisses as he descended down your stomach, your night gown pushed all the way up to your collarbone. The cool air and soothing laps of his tongue over the areas he briefly sunk his teeth in sent a chill down your spine, slouching further into the pillows propped up against the headboard. Reiner couldn't help but smirk into your flesh at the reaction, catching your pulling off your night gown over your head, leaving you in nothing but sheer panties.

Hands ran up your side, landing on your ribs and teasing you with the end of his fingertips running along the underside of your breasts. A groan escaped when one of your legs bent to rest on his shoulder, removing a hand from your side to caress your calf and ankle. More slow soft kisses landed on your leg now, watching the entrancement deepen in his face as he turn to resting his cheek there and looking you in the eye. Every inch of you deserved to be worshipped, lavished in delicate touches that raised goosebumps on the skin. Reiner craved to witness the pleasure overtake your mind, body and soul, watch as you became weightless from his touch alone. It was addiction in purest form for him and he never wanted to seek rehabilitation.

Moving to rest your leg back on his shoulder, his hands slid down to your hips where the waistline your panties sat. Ever so slowly did he slide them down your legs, tossed them aside and spread your legs back out comfortably. Your chest was already heaving with heavy breaths, twitching as the once soft kisses turn sloppy once he started on your inner thighs. He nipped and sucked, soothed with kisses or swipes of his tongue as he moved closer to the center of your spread legs.

You glistened in the faint moonlight seeping in from the window and nearly extinguished flame from the lap on the bedside table. So eager for more of his touch based on the sight before him, Reiner chuckled into the junction where your leg connected to your hip, raising his head landing a teasing kiss below your naval and moving back down.

"Reiner,"

"Hm?" Hovering centimeters from your sopping wet folds, just barely grazing his bottom lip along your clit as he looked back up.

"Stop teasing me." Amusement barely present as you tried to hide the pure desperation in your tone, pulling a rumble deep in his chest, complying silently.

A single swipe from your entrance to your clit sent a shudder all throughout your body, arching off the bed and bending the leg over his shoulder more. Reiner smiled as he repeated the action once more, lingering on your clit longer than the last, peering at you through lust heavy lids. Every part of you tasted divine, saccharine to the point it felt forbidden to delve in. Like honey from the garden of eden, sinfully delicious and yet Reiner could never quell the hunger no matter how many times he found himself between your legs.

"So good, mm taste so good sweetheart." Mumbling into your folds and not missing the hiss and hand landing in his hair, dipping the tip of his tongue in and out of your entrance.

"Reiner,"

Latched onto your clit, hands wrapped around your thighs to keep them open as he alternated between sucks and swirls of his tongue. His pace wasn't even intense, and yet you were twitching and raising off of the bed with every ministration from his mouth. You were a such a sight in his eyes, the noised leaving your lips went straight to his dick pressed into the mattress, throbbing and pulsing with the ache to sink into you and take all that you had to offer. But his pleasure could wait, so lost in your weeping cunt that he would ignore his aching desire if it meant he could witness your deeper plunge into pleasure.

Pulling himself off, Reiner removed one hand from around your thigh, propped his elbow up in the center of your spread legs and pushed his middle and ring finger into you. The sharp gasp and the jolt of your upper body sitting up stroked his ego like none other, pumping them in and out slowly but enough to feel you began to clench around them.

"f-fuck, fuck Reiner." Your words straining as you spoke, salaciously cracking in your throat and causing his eyes to flutter in a shiver. Reiner barely let you regain your stability before his thick fingers picked up speed and his mouth latched back onto your clit. He could see your elbows wobble from where you had propped yourself up, chest raised to the ceiling and head thrown back. The end of his fingers curled upwards, fluttering furiously over the spongy spot deep inside of you, seeing you finally collapse back onto the bed, left to simply whine and whimper.

Groaning into your flesh once more, knowing you were close, Reiner gave one final harsh suck to you clit and rose to hover over your face, using his free hand to get you to look at him.

"So close huh?"

Nodding back, as word not come to you even if you tried, Reiner smirked, moving his face even closer to yours. His teeth caught your bottom lip, pulling and sliding his tongue between the lips he parted himself.

"Fuck you're so wet, mm so tight too. Stop holding back and come for me sweetheart."

A cord in your lower abdomen snapped at his gravelly command, hips jolting into the air and sending his fingers even deeper inside you, releasing a shaky cry that pulled the most devilish smile from the man above you.

Eventually his hand stilled after guiding you through your entire orgasm, sliding his fingers out and encasing them in his mouth, cleaning them and savoring the taste of your arousal. Your eyes rolled in false annoyance at his display, waiting until he removed them to pull him down into a kiss.

“Can never trust your ‘one kiss before bed’ anymore.” Murmuring into his lips as Reiner began to pull away, resting your hand on his shoulder.

“Can’t recall you complaining when I was down between your legs.”

Pinching your face at his smug one, you tossed your head to the side attempting to come off as offended, but Reiner guided you back to look at him with his index under your chin.

“I just can’t help myself sometimes, one kiss makes me want to taste all of you, it’s addicting.”

Red flushed your cheeks, so bashful at the sensual tone he used with his remark, still unable to understand the grip your body held on Reiner, but never complaining.

“Sounds like a serious problem, maybe you should seek help.” Corners of your mouth curling sly and watching Reiner’s eyes narrow and give a slow contemplating nod.

“I don’t plan on looking for any kind of solution to this problem of mine. If anything, I hope it gets worse.”

Another kiss was sealed into your lips, Reiner beginning to lower himself completely on top of you, sliding his hand underneath to caress your upper back. Sleep coming over the both of you, running your hands in circles and giving Reiner a final kiss before bed.

[kindersurprisebacterium]

Steel (Dabi/Reader)

TW: knife play, degradation, scare actor Dabi, some blood

Gender Neutral AFAB reader

WC: 2.1K

I peered out from behind a corner. The flashing lights and sweeping plumes of fog obscured my vision. I shifted onto the balls of my feet, trying to dull the click of my heels against the linoleum. Screams echoed through the winding hallways. I quickly ducked into a room. The decrepit wooden floors were scattered with debris. Old newspapers and thick white cobwebs. Thudding footsteps filled my ears. I quickly dove behind a dresser haphazardly placed in the corner of the room. The footsteps slowly grew closer, turning into thundering stomps.

“Oh come on. I saw you come in here,” the scare actor spoke loudly, swinging around his plastic machete. While it wasn’t real, it was still fun to pretend as if I were in a video game. I placed a hand over my mouth, stifling my laughter as I watched the actor frantically search for me. Cyan eyes snapped over to my location, squinting as he grinned widely. 

“There you are.” He chuckled, holding out a hand. “Come on, stand up.” He held out a hand for me. I laced my fingers with his. He pulled me to my feet, spinning me around so my back was against a wall. His palms slammed against the wall, caging me in. His painted face leaned in close to mine. 

“You gonna run, rabbit?” He asked, tapping me on the head with his prop machete. 

“Nice house of a thousand corpses reference,” I laughed lightly as my eyes scanned up and down his face. Sharp features were drowned out by layers of face paint. “Well, now I don’t want to.” I pouted. 

“Come on, doll, play along so I get paid.” He said, fingers grasping my chin. 

 “Give me a ten-second head start,” I said, pushing his arm so I could break free from his grip.

“Deal,” He smirked, stepping back, and twirling his machete between his fingers. I began sprinting down the hallway, glancing over my shoulder to see cyan eyes watching me run away. I ducked into a bathroom, what looked to be dried, brown blood was smeared across the white,  tiled room. Reminiscent of a saw movie, an ankle chain sat buckled around a pipe. The door squealed, the lock clicking in place as a familiar pair of hands blocked my exit. 

“I know we said ten seconds, but I can’t help myself.” He moved closer, machete clattering as he tossed it aside. His fingers slipped through my belt lips, pulling me close. His hot breath fanned against my neck. His lips lay just centimeters away from my heated skin. 

“Just so I know I didn't misconstrue this…do you want me to fuck you?” He licked a stripe up my neck, right up to my earlobe. His teeth sunk down on the flesh. 

“Looks like you have some brains in you after all.” I laughed, toying with the hem of his distressed shirt. He slipped the dirtied fabric over his head, revealing skin adorned with ink. “That thing is plastic, right?” I asked, pointing to the machete. He nodded, glancing back at the discarded prop. 

“You want a real blade?” He asked, fingers grabbing something from his back pocket. He revealed a small switchblade and flicked it open to reveal a small steel blade around four inches in length. “Safeword is clavicle,” he said, pushing my back against the sink. He held the blade's hilt in his mouth as his fingers quickly worked on the button of my jeans. He quickly yanked down the zipper and pushed the denim off of my hips. The material fell down my legs along with my underwear. I stepped out from the material. His hands moved to my shirt, quickly ridding the cloth from my body. I stood naked, leaning against the dirty sink as he eyed my body up like a predator of sorts. He grabbed the knife from his mouth and gripped it tightly in his hand. 

“You know, you really are bad at hiding,” he clicked his tongue, stepping closer to me. “Maybe I should carve you up. Teach you a fuckin’ lesson,” he said, dragging the blade up my thigh and to my hip. “Did you want me to find you? Want me to catch you again?” He pushed harder on the blade. The steel sunk into my skin just enough to pull bubbles of blood from my veins. “Huh?” I hissed at the sting of the blade. My skin began to heat up, my cheeks growing hot as he spoke again. 

“You want me to fucking use you?” He asked, teeth biting down on my neck. 

“Fuck, please!” I whined, my twitching hips pushing further into the blade. He quickly pulled the cold steel away from me, hands soothing over my quivering body. 

“Careful, baby. Don’t move too much. I’m not done with you yet.” He tucked the blade into his pocket and sunk down onto his knees. He grabbed my leg and threw it over his shoulder. He dove in, licking a thick stripe up my cunt. I gripped at his black hair, pulling his face closer to my aching clit. 

“Fuuuck,” I sighed, hips twitching as his tongue began flicking against my clit. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. My jaw went slack, and a stream of incomprehensible babbles slipped from my tongue like drool. Two fingers began circling my entrance, sinking in ever so slightly, just to pull back out again. I whimpered, thighs quaking around his head. He chuckled, the vibrations sending sharp jolts of pleasure through my core. 

“Ohhoh fuck,” my words began to slur together as his tongue drove me deeper into bliss. His fingers plunged inside me. My hands gripped the porcelain sink tightly, thigh squeezing tightly around his head. A sharp slice along my outer thigh sent me careening toward a violent climax. My fingers yanked on his messy black locks, drawing a moan from him. The vibrations from his throat sent painfully overstimulating pricks of sensation down my legs, to my toes which were now curling. Another sharp slice through my skin ripped another burning orgasm through my core. My muscles contracted and relaxed, spasming violently as he fucked me further into bliss. Lips wrapped around my clit, fingers thrusting in and out faster than before. I screamed, voice straining as liquid pooled from between my legs. He pulled his soaked face from between my legs, hands roughly gripping my hips and turning me over so my chest pressed against the sink. 

“Let’s see if we can get you to do that again, doll,” he smirked as he pulled his belt from the loops of his ripped jeans. My blurry eyes caught his reflection in the mirror. From underneath the smudged face paint were glimmers of pretty, pierced skin. “You on birth control?” He asked. I mumbled out a jumble of words. His fingers gripped my face, fingers digging into my cheeks to open my mouth. 

“Fucking answer.” He spat.

“Pill!” I answered through his intruding fingers. 

“That’s it, baby,” he smirked, fingers leaving my face, “See how easy it is when you just do what I say?” He pressed gentle kisses against my heated skin, over my neck, and down to my shoulder. The head of his cock began poking at my entrance, pushing in slowly. My teeth sunk down into my bottom lip as lines of barbells pressed against my insides.

“Mmg, fuck!” I moaned, legs shaking as he bottomed out. Soft pants escaped his lips, breathy moans slowly breaking down his tough exterior. His painted nails dug into my hips, leaving behind angry marks and droplets of blood. He started up a rough pace. His hard thrusts had my body rocking against the cold porcelain sink. Drool pooled from my lips, tongue only able to speak in slurred, incoherent babbles and pleas. My eyes painfully strained as they rolled back into my skull. With every tap against my cervix, and every brush of silver against my aching nerves, my body dove further into haze and static. Clouds of fog swarmed my thoughts, the only thing keeping me grounded being the rhythmic slap of his hips against my ass. My legs quivered, swaying and jolting as my muscle fibers went slack. 

“Can’t even- uhn- hold yourself up?” He asked, voice laced with lust. “Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, head falling back as his pace grew wild. He pressed the tip of the blade to my back. The sharp slice of metal against my skin had my stomach clenching as a wave of pleasure rolled through my body. 

“Oughta carve my name into you. Or should I just cum inside you?” He spoke through heavy breaths. My response was a whine, accompanied by my cunt clenching around his cock. 

“Mm, you want that?” He groaned, bringing the knife back down to my skin. Another slice across my skin sent me reeling into the depths of another climax. My count spasmed around his cock, milking him, pulling him closer to his climax. Another slice and he quickly pulled out. Through the reflection, I saw a bright flash, and then darkness. Fingers gripped my hair, pulling my chest away from the sink. I squinted as he shoved his phone in front of my face. 

“Look,” He Said, shaking my head. I opened my eyes, letting my vision focus on the image in front of me. It was a picture of my back, a bloody D carved into my skin. “How do you like being branded like fucking cattle,” 

“Fuck me. Please.” I spoke, wincing at the pain in my scalp. 

“Oh you’re a fucking delight, ain’t ‘cha?” He grinned, letting go of my hair. “You want my cock? You want to cum again?” He asked, spinning me around and pinning me against the cold tile. He grabbed the back of my thighs, lifting me up and keeping me tight against the wall. The head of his cock nudged against my entrance. I nodded, unable to get out anything more than a whimper. He pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss. My tense muscles relaxed as I melted into his touch.

“You okay, babe?” He asked, pressing a kiss to my cheek and pulling back. I nodded and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. He slowly sunk his cock into me, breathy noises slipping from his lungs as he bottomed out.

The pace he set was slow but deep. My nails clawed up his back as my aching body was filled with pleasure again. My hoarse voice could only produce pants and soft whimpers. My lips, smudged and slick with saliva, stayed parted in a silent drawl of sorts. My eyes stared forward at the wall, and yet my vision was too faded and hazy to get a clear picture. My toes curled, stomach squeezing tight as I neared orgasm. His voice began to break and raise in pitch. His pace grew sloppy and erratic, his hold on my legs slipped slightly as he came. Warmth flooded my core, along with another burning orgasm that ripped my muscles and tugged at my tendons. His shaky hands ushered my feet to the floor. My legs buckled, my body plummeting forward into his chest. 

“Shit, okay.” He mumbled as he slowly lowered me to the floor. He kneeled in front of me, hand cupping my cheek. He pulled out his phone, flicking the screen on before quickly putting it back in his pocket. “I’m off in fifteen. How about you hang around and I’ll take you back to my place?” He asked, pressing a kiss to my forehead. 

“Tell me your name first.” I leaned into his touch, pressing a kiss to his hand. 

“It’s Dabi. I’m…uh…sorry for not telling you earlier.” He pulled my shirt over my head, adjusting the fabric so it lay evenly. “I’ll give you my number. That way I can text you once I’m out.” He offered, grabbing my jeans from behind him. He stood up, holding his hand out for me. I grabbed onto his hand and braced myself against the wall as he helped me up. He held my hips steady as I stepped into my jeans. I redid the button on the front, watching as he opened the contacts app on his phone. He held the device out for me. I smiled, taking it from his hands and quickly typing in my number. I handed the phone back to him. Stepping forward, I pressed a kiss to his lips. 

“Your makeup is fucked up,” I told him as I approached the door. “See you in fifteen.”

Masterlist

[purplemoonabove]

Art-inspired Fanfic - No. 8

I noticed my numbering was wrong. Missed no. 7 on the last one.

Nexts up - @mjulmjul

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Swords broke the silence air at every clink. Buttons was no where to be seen on the upper deck as there was currently a new moon out, so no point for him to moon bath this evening. If anything, it just gave a new opportunity for a certain pair of co-captains to practice on improvement of their sword fighting.

“Ah!”

At least, one of them for improvement.

Ed smirked as the poor blond rubbed his back. “That makes it three for me, and still zero for you,” he taunted, wiping his forehead from the thin layer of growing sweat. Even with his leather jacket off, the outside air was cool to sweat instead of cold to fight the increasing of body temperature.

Stede whipped his hair back when straightening, Ed’s heart racing for a second at the sexy view. His smirk became of a grin of delight. “Yes, well, I am improving. Hardly cut myself once through it all.”

“Yeah, I’ll admit that’s true.” He then straightening the sword once more. “Loser comes at winner, again.”

Stede rolled his eyes but did so anyway. Foots stomped and glided across the floorboard. The pressing of their swords almost act on shoving one or the other off balance. A swipe from Ed gave Stede a quick duck, hardly catching a fizz of the curls. A forward jab by Stede was avoided, Ed turning at his side before hitting the blade with his own away.

Clink! Clink! Clink!

His arms then tensed, but his heart was racing on a horse track as their swords led to their faces inches closer than before. Close up, Ed can catch on the sweat resting at Stede’s forehead, some close strands getting dark as the new moon’s sea. Even with a few candles nearby, how Stede’s excitement sparkled in his eyes and eager grin made the stars dim in bright defeat. Seawater and hazel caught his senses, knowing Stede had a bath hours before and was one of his favorite scents on him.

Anything could work as a cologne for Stede. Blood and fish guts could rest on his skin and Ed would still find it hot.

Just as hot as Stede’s grin to a smirk.

It took a second to catch up.

Being shoved back, Ed almost lost balance but not enough for—

Clink!

“Ha!”

Thud!

His hand was cooling by the air, no longer in grip of the sword. Bewilderment blinked his eyes twice. Then went crossed at the tip of the blade a foot away from his nose.

“Foolish Captain, you cannot defeat the Gentleman Pirate!” Stede taunted in playful delight. His eyes sparkled further at finally beating him – by one point.

So fuckin’ cute.

“Any last words?”

Ed brought his gloved palms out, a silent gesture of given defeat. Then a glint was caught from Stede, a second off guard.

That’s all Ed needed.

“Wha—Ed! I’m—Ooph!”

THUD!

With their bodies collectively on the floor, the sound would alert anyone below deck and may come up in concern. Or not, if they either don’t care or were heavier sleepers than imagined.

“…not… stabbing you again,” Stede then voiced out, groaning at the impact. Ed was kind to have his hand take most of the blow for his head, but the rest of him was slammed at his weight to be pinned at the ground. Nevertheless, Stede ended up with one arm, his sworded arm, around his waist in a protective firm hold. “What was that for?” He then complained, looking up as Ed pushed his torso to hover.

Hair usually half up was entirely down for the night. It was at first concerning to Stede, not wanting his hair to blind him as the hairstyle was best appropriate to see clearly. “Been through plenty of sword fights with my hair out, mate. Not a problem,” Ed assured – and still was no problem. He could tell by the slight widening of his eyes and a bit of red increasing on his flustered cheeks.

Ed didn’t need a mirror. He always knew he was a sight.

He smirked. Elbows bent to lower. Noses were a centimeter to touch. He could hear Stede’s breath be caught.

His whisper traced at the agape lips.

“Don’t question. Just do.”

Another whisper from the man below was returned. Tracing, and attracting the urge that has been burning his stomach for minutes now.

“Okay.”

Stede’s eyes fluttered close. He knew him so well. All the reason to love him so much.

His hair of salt and pepper shielded both of their faces, pressing with an ankle as lips danced upon each other. There was no pressure, and no problem. Any footsteps that would come can be heard by rapid thuds and then the sharp opening of the door. None of that happened; the crew below pretended what was happening above deck was nothing of their concern.

He wasn’t a prayer man, but Ed at least hope to whoever was in the sky as his Creator to have the moment last until morning.

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very useful fencing lessons

[chxrrysangel]

“Studying”

Relationship | college!Matt Murdock x dom!reader

Warnings | 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, sub!Matt x dom!fem reader, Matt’s a virgin (so so innocent and such a needy boy), protected sex (be safe y’all), oral sex (m receiving), edging, dacryphilia, Matt’s clueless but eager, breath play, budding mommy kink, many pet names, marking + hickies, some fluff

Summary | Tonight was the last time you and Matt would study together, much to your dismay. Nothing had happened between the two of you, no matter the flirting or touches. Someone had to make a move.

“See it’s quite simple actually. It’s not about the truth necessarily, but how convincing you can be. And the second you cast doubt, the ball is in your court.”

You nodded in understanding, finding Matt’s teaching to be remarkably good for someone your age. Matt smirked to himself, causing you to told your head in confusion. What’s so funny?

“By your silence, I’m guessing you understood.”

Your heart sank upon realization. You forgot he couldn’t see. Your face grew hot as you choked out a small yes. I’m never gonna live this down, what a dumbass. Matt chuckled, easing some of your horror.

“It’s alright, promise. Sometimes even I forget and end up hurting myself.” The air was much lighter in the room now.

You helped Matt pack up his things, not wanting him to leave but lacking reason to make him stay. This was your final study session and despite the light touches and flirting, nothing happened between the two of you. A familiar heavy feeling sat at the bottom of your stomach, regret. I should’ve had a better plan. Just as he was reading to leave, Matt sat back down on the bed and turned to you.

“Now that you understand everything, help me out with something really quickly.” You leaned closer, intrigued by whatever was going on in that gorgeous head of his.

“Why do you need my help when you’re just a few point behind me on the class ranking…that would indicate you understand just fine. No?”

Now’s my chance.

You put your hand in Matt’s leg, stopping at his mid thigh. Your fingers brushed the halfway point between platonic and romantic, standing delicately on the line of the point of no return.

“This isn’t about studying at all, is it?” You murmured in agreement, watching his cheeks burn at your confession.

“Not even a little.”

Thoughts raced through Matt’s head, wondering what exactly to do. The two of you had reached a point of unfamiliarity for him, not that he could say so. You reached a hand over to his face, brushing your fingers through his hair and dancing them down his neck.

“Matt, baby, do you know why I asked for you help?”

He was, for the first time in a while, silent. He shook his head nonetheless, unable to produce words. Your lips brushed against his earlobe, sending a shiver up his spine.

“I want you Matthew.” Matt’s brain was barely working at this point, to caught up in how warm and tingly you were making him feel.

“Do you want me Matthew?” Your thumb brushing against his jugular was pathetically distracting, stopping him from answering. You waited patiently, not wanting to rush him. You pushed the boundary a little further, moving your hand barely a couple centimeters upward. The shy boy gasped.

“Please,” he whispered. It made you smile.

“Please what, Matthew?”. You were teasing him now, both of you knew that. But he liked it. So he’d play your game as long as he needed in order to get relief from whatever this feeling was.

“Touch me.” His consent was all you needed go go after what you wanted. Your hand inched further up his trousers as you climbed over him, straddling his legs

“Matty, you have no idea how badly I’ve needed you. You palmed him through the thick material of his pants, watching his hips rut against your hands like a horny teenage boy. So needy.

“Can I take your pants off?”. Immediately Matt nodded, eager for whatever you were willing to give. You unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down and throwing them somewhere on the other side of the room. Right now, you were thanking every god you could name that you never got a suit mate. You wanted to take your time, no interruptions.

Matt was acting in a way he never thought possible. From the tips of his ears to the bottom of his toes, he burned. He could hardly breathe, being sent further over the edge every time your fingertips brushed against his skin. You stared at the outline of his dick through his boxers, mouth watering. Your stomach swirled with excitement thinking about all the ways this night could unfurl, each possibility more enticing that the last. But, you’ll have to wait because playing with the eager man before you came first.

“I’m gonna take off your shirt now. That okay?” Something between a whine and a breathy yes escaped Matt’s lips, which only made you want him more. Your warm hands climbed up his abs at an agonizingly slip pace, before gripping the collar of his shirt and pulling it over his head. You rubbed your hands up and down his horse, trying to commit every square inch to memory somehow. Matt’s breath got increasingly short the longer you touched him. If it weren’t for the headboard behind him, his head might’ve lolled back in agony and anticipation.

You enjoyed playing with the boy before you, watching how reactive he was to your touch. You pulled down his boxers, watching his cock spring up and slap against his stomach. Fuck me god. The wait leading up to this moment didn’t seem so bad after all. Your fingers brushed along the shaft for no more that a second, causing Matt to flinch.

“You okay?” It took a moment for him to catch his breath before he answered.

“Yeah, perfectly fine.” His voice sound strained, almost like he was fighting off the urge to cum already.

You held his throbbing cock in your hands, the top red and leaking with precum. Tentatively, you licked up the underside, stopping just before the head. Matt moaned like he was touched starved his entire life, piqueing your interest. With a firm but gentle grip, you rubbed your hand up and down the shaft as you watching his reactions.

“You’ve never done this before, have you Matty?” Your tone dripped with knowing, but you wanted to hear him say it anyways.

“No,” he choked out between moans.

“Do you like what I’m doing? Am I making you feel good baby?” You licked the precum off his tip, sucking on the head for a brief moment while continuing your movements. Matt was breathing like every intake was life-saving.

“Ungh. Shit so good.” The way he could barely get the words out was your favorite part by far. He was so desperate and you loved seeing him fall apart. He didn’t even care about cursing or using the lord’s name in vain.

Matt felt his body buzzing, so overcome with pleasure that his head was cloudy. He has no idea what he was doing, just following your lead. The one thing he did know what that it felt good. Your mouth was so warm around him and each glide of your tongue made it harder to breathe. His hips rutted but you held them down. A desperate little thing he was. He wondered if you could hear how fast his heart was beating, it was that loud. You began to deep throat him, fondling his balls as he gasped and whimpered. He ached, feeling his balls tighten.

The one thing about losing a sense is that all of the others became hightened. So every brush of skin felt like setting his nerves on fire and each blow of breath gave his entire body chills. Matt was much more sensitive than the average person, you realized, which would come to be an advantage.

“Please, oh god. Please. Please,” he begged. All he was sure of was that he didn’t want you to stop. Your spit acted as lube, the slickness pushing Matt closer to orgasm.

“You wanna cum Matty?” Your hands continued stroking him as you watched him struggle to find words. Poor baby looked tapped out already. He was in for a long night then.

“Please. Need it.”

“Not until I say so. Hold on just a little longer. Think you can do that for me baby?”. He obliged to your request, as painful as it was. You knew it was torture for him and it made you feel quite a bit guilty. But the way he pleaded for release was too good to give up just yet.

His skin was on fire, or at least that’s what it felt like. He felt as though his brain might burst at any moment. You pushed his dick down your throat a bit farther, enjoying the way he struggled not to cum. He cried for release, begging you to let him cum.

“Please Angel, I want it. I’ll do anything. I’m begging you.” Poor Matt was close to tears, if not already. He wanted to be good for you, but it was harder than he thought.

You lips disconnected from his cock with a pop, earning a wine from him. The anger and frustration in his blood simmered like a boiling pot, nearing the edge. How much more he could take, he wasn’t sure. But the possibilities running through his head kept him at bay.

With mischief on your mind, you straddled his legs and began to shift ever so slightly. You knew that with the right movements you’d get him worked up to the point of being putty in your hands. Matt looked in your general direction like a lost puppy in a daze. His big brown eyes fought hard to not roll back in pleasure as you ground your hips against his aching cock.

“Angel,” he begged. He was breathless, even when not much had happened yet.

“Yes Matty?”. You were acting coy, wanting to hear him say how badly he wanted you.

“I need you.”

“Need me to what?” You ground your clit against the head of his cock, soliciting a strained moan from his lips. That, along with the combination of your lips sucking beautiful bruises into his neck, gave Matt a difficult time focusing.

“Fuck me Angel. Please.” Your teeth grazed along his collarbone, causing a chill go run up his spine. Back up his neck and towards his mouth, you hovered over his lips to tease him. Matt leaned in to kiss you and you leaned further back. He let out a breath of frustration at your denial and guilt started to eat at you.

You leaned in just as he looked ready to give up, catching his lips between your teeth and biting down softly. He responded quickly, making movements to kiss you. Matt was rather hesitant at first, trying to understand the mechanics of what was happening. But he caught on quickly, chasing after your lips like a starved man. He hands roamed all over your body, trying to memorize every roll and stretch mark to trace his fingers along again and again. He moaned into your mouth, making you want him more. If that even were possible.

In between kisses, you reached between your bodies and wrapped your fingers around his cock. He needed you, more than he’s ever needed anyone of anything.

“Matty, you gonna let me fuck you?”

“God please.”

You blindly fished around in the top drawer for a condom, praying you had the right size. Eventually, your fingers wrapped around a certain foil wrapper you brain memorized the details of. Matt could barely contain himself as you rolled the condom on, he was that needy.

“Shh soon, just hold on ok?” The wrapper ended up somewhere on the ground, to be picked up later when you remembered. All that you cared around right now was a pretty brown eyed boy begging you to be fucked. Slowly you sank down onto his cock, watching as you both got lost in one another.

“Fuuck me,” you said in unison. He was surprisingly big, but even the pain was pleasurable.

Matt didn’t think something could ever feel so good. The way your walls wrapped around him was like heaven on Earth. All that was running through his mind was how warm your pussy felt, and they way you moaned his name with each grind of your hips.

“Fuck, Matty. So good.” He raised his hips to meet your thrusts, hitting a spot your forgot existed. Matt’s whimpers and pleads were like music to your ears.

“Please, oh god fuck.” The only relevant feeling was pleasure, and Matt wanted it to last as long as possible. Your legs were beginning to get tired, so you slowed the pace to grinding against him.

Delicately you threaded your hand through his hair, stopping just short of the root and pulled. Matt groaned in pleasure, making your throb.

“You’ve got a pain kink Matt,” you whispered against his lips.

“I guess I do.” Matt seemed to grow more confident as time passed, initiating a kiss between the two of you. His warm hand reached for your neck, his finger tips pressed against the sides of your neck. He could feel the blood pumping through your body and how fast your heart was beating. Your hand wrapped around his, pushing his fingers into your neck. The lightheaded feeling brought your body closer to orgasm. You disconnected your lips, making Matt confused.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No baby, I want you to get on top. Think you can do that for me?”

Matt was a remarkably obedient guy, so he did just as he was told. The change in position was welcome to your tired legs, and excitement buzzed through your veins. Though on top, the two of you both knew who was really in charge here. Matt took his time trying to find your entrance, bottoming out immediately like he couldn’t wait any longer.

You could hear his pained breaths as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck to kiss your shoulder. As a virgin, you knew how much of an effort he was making to last long for you. It was impressive really. Your hands found their way to his hair, stroking the strands. Matt could barely take it anymore, you made him feel too good.

Matt’s senses are at an all time high, and everything feels so sensitive. The feeling of your g-spot rubs against the head of his cock, practically pleading to him to cum for you. The memory of your moans rings in his ears. It’s all too much yet not enough. He presses his lips into your neck, biting and sucking on the skin like you did to him earlier. Slowly he begins to thrust into you, trying to find a good rhythm. He has no idea what he’s doing, so he listens to your reactions for guidance.

“Fuck Matty feels good. So fucking good. Please, need more.”

He rolls his hips into yours, praying to every god he knew of to not let him cum just yet. His strokes are slow but forceful, like he’s getting a feel for your body. Over time his thrusts become faster, his body begging for more stimulation. He wanted to somehow bind his soul to yours, connecting each and every one of your cells.

You moved your hips to meet his, begging in his ear to feel every part of him. The shy boy with shoulder-length hair he always tucked behind his ears was no more. Gone was his hesitation to be vocal. You knew your neighbors were hating your guts at the moment, but you weren’t in the least bit concerned. The world was made of just the two of you right now.

You pulling Matt’s head up by his hair with your free hand, trying to kiss him. It was barely a kiss, you knew that, but feeling close to him was everything you could ever want. The combination of your fingers on your clit and Matt fucking the life out of your body, neither of you would last much longer. The way your walls squeezed him was pure bliss.

“Matt, gonna cum for me baby?”

“Yes. God yes.”

His thrusts began to lose their rhythm as your stomach began to tighten with the edge of your climax.

“So good Matty. Make me cum. Fuck.”

No more than a few seconds passed by before both of you were crying out each other’s names in a moment of honest pleasure. Matt’s body collapsed on top of you but you didn’t mind. Your fingers curls through the sweaty strands as you both caught your breaths.

“Can we study together tomorrow?”

You laughed at his quip, kissing him on his temple and agreeing with his request.

[mildly-intrusivethoughts]

We're Still Acting, Right?

Word Count: 1,146

Warnings: Has the tiniest bit of angst. Also… Kissing 🤢

A/N: Really been in the mood for some Actor!Mark. Had to get this idea out before more of ISWM comes out. Honestly, I really like seeing Actor!Mark be a demanding diva. Love me a man that's not afraid to do what he wants. Gender neutral for the besties.

The day had been long. Too long, even for a filming day. The amount of setbacks in this single day of production was enough to almost make you walk out. Probably didn’t help that Mark needed the occasional cosmetic touch up as well as many breaks to rest his “god gifted” voice. “It’ll be fine,” he said, “We’ll get it done.”

 The hours you put in today made filming feel like an absolute nightmare. Scene after scene, you and Mark pushed to put out your best acting for the camera. Maybe it was the late hours, but you strive even harder than normal to make sure you absolutely get it right the first shot. Pouring even more feelings and meaning behind all your movements. Despite all of Mark’s complaining and drained energy, you carried on. The show must go on.

Once more, you and Mark stood on the beautifully designed set. Filming again in the main deck of the Invincible II. The lighting to the set this time is dark, with hues of red and blue. And once more the director set the scene, ”Alright, so at this point we’re near the climax of the storyline. Mark, Y/N, for this scene I want you to go ahead and follow the script but feel free to improvise a bit. Go ahead and add in any extra bits you think will give this scene that extra raw emotion that’ll have the audience shaking and crying. Remember: You’ve gone around in circles. You’re starting to feel hopeless, but you’re still trying to remain strong for each other. Alright? Annnd ACTION.”

The lighting casted a shadow on your face while Mark’s was slightly visible from the consoles emitting a soft light. Letting the lighting set the mood, you then turned dramatically to Mark and brought your hands to your face and yelled in despair.

“I’m tired of this Mark! How many times do we have to keep doing this? Doesn’t it bother you? The amount of times we’ve been running around! The amount of times we’ve had to watch our crew risk their lives! This almost feels futile. Our colonists aren’t even aware of everything going on, about how many times I’ve failed them!” You brought your hands down to your sides, fist closing tightly, speaking slightly above a whisper “I don’t know if I can keep doing this.. The amount of times I’ve had to see you d-...” Your voice faltered, feigning tears, unable to finish your sentence. Before you managed to let the tears trail from your eyes Mark closed the gap between you, strong hands grasping your shoulders. His voice sounded so reassuring, unlike how you know him to normally speak, “Captain, I know. I know this isn’t ideal, but we have to keep trying! Please, we can’t just stop now. Not when our next jump into the wormhole could be the opportunity we’ve been needing!”

Out of your peripheral, you can see the production crew leaning forward in their chair. No one dared to make any kind of noise. We must really be selling this scene. 

Suddenly Mark inched closer to you, hands sliding up to hold your face delicately in his hands. His eyes looked deep into yours, it took all your might not to look away. He was awfully close to you. This was nothing different from the many other times you’ve shared scenes together and by no means was this your first romantic scene, but something about this moment felt different. Maybe it was the late hours but something was off, something had changed. His lips felt like they were only a few centimeters away and you could feel his breath. It warmed your lips and left a tingling sensation. You couldn’t recall your next line. Truth be told you were caught off guard, but the director did say to sell it however you wanted. You almost didn’t even realize he went ahead with his line. “We’ve got to try, Captain. Doesn’t matter how many times it takes, we will fix this or go crazy trying to.” There was a twinkle in his eye, it was gone in a second but you could tell it was something mischievous. “But maybe..just this once Captain.. Let’s try something different.. Let me try something different…” the last word trailed off, as he leaned closer and closer till your lips touched. You quickly reacted, grabbing the front of his jumpsuit pulling him in closer, making the kiss more passionate. His mouth moved effortlessly against yours as he leaned in, deepening the kiss. You opened your mouth to allow him to slip his tongue against yours and just as you were about to sweep your tongue against his- “CUT.”

Mark quickly pulled away, “Are you KIDDING me?! The scene was going so well!�� You had briefly forgotten your surroundings. It’s like you were truly living in that moment. The director waved off Mark and shook his head “Look, I love it, I really do, you really are putting in that passion but this isn’t a goddamn romance novel! Remember: Your crews’ DIEING! You admire the Captain but that’s IT! We don’t got a spot in this storyline to add in this sudden romance!”  While Mark and the director argued, you simply stood there in disbelief at what happened. In all your years acting together, he’d never kissed you like that. Damn, he’s never actually kissed you at all. Even as improv. It was all for the camera though, right? 

“Alright! Let’s reset the scene!” 

Your costar grumbled over, taking his place in front of you while mumbling on about how they simply just didn’t see how great his direction would have been. “Hellooo, Y/N? You alright?” You nodded quickly but you just had to ask, “That was all for shows, right?” You didn’t dare let your eyes look up at him. There were always some one liners that you threw at each other, all in which you always told yourself was in a joking tone but you just had to make sure it wasn’t the long hours making you get in your feelings, “We’re still acting, right?” When your eyes finally met he gave an annoyed nod of his head. “Uh, yeah. C’mon focus, Y/N, this is the big leagues. I need you to be with me and give it 110%.” Before you could even make a response back he pulled you in once more, close enough so no one else could hear him and tapped a finger to your chest, “Now here’s the plan: I say we try that again and really go all out. Screw the director, they’re gonna see that I had the right idea all along!” 

“Enough talkin! ACTION'' You were in for a long couple of months if filming was gonna keep like this.. not that you were complaining much.

[taeyamayang]

SENDING YOU HINTS THAT THEY LIKE YOU

↝ ship: hq character x gen!reader

↝ characters: Tsukishima Kei | Miya Atsumu | Kageyama Tobio | Kozume Kenma

↝ genre: mutual pining

tsukishima kei

obvious, too obvious

but he isn't aware of it

he's giving you way more attention compared to anyone else

like this dude doesn't give a shit about anything but when you enter the room his whole focus shifts to you

but he isn't sweet

he won't help you with studies or sit next to you during breaks

instead he'd ask you for favorsㅡa shit ton of useless favors

like, "can you push your desk a bit further away from me?"

and so you do, you push your desk an inch away from him

but he'd pester you more by saying "not that much, maybe a few centimeters only."

you can't help but roll your eyes at him

narrowing your vision as you scoot closer next to him

and he had the nerve to put a smirk on his face, satisfied with what he did, and say,

"good."

or everytime he ask you, "can you get me a copy of the paper being distributed in class?"

i mean, why you? when he clearly can do it himself

for sure his long arms and atheletic figure can even carry the whole class' hardbound copies

some days are bareable but some days are a bit too much

which is most of the time ngl

so you end up snapping at him

complaining how his 'favors' feels like an 'abuse of kindness'

but he'd chuckle at your face with his head tilted back and his arms holding his stomach

like you're a comedian who dropped a punch line

and when he recovers from laughing

he begins to pull the corners of his lips into a charming smile with his eyes turning into a thin line as his cheeks pushes eyelids together

he leans nearer to you, his forearms supporting his weight as he alluringly says,

"please, y/n?"

and you knew, at that point, that you already lost the battle

and you are on your way to get that damned paper

miya atsumu

okay, first of all there has to be an established relationship

like maybe a friendship to be begin with

i hc this man, even though he's popular with the crowd, he values close relationships more

and so

the moment he falls for you gets closer to you

he begins pulling stunts that questions the nature of your relationship with him

like he gets clingy and touchy

like that time when he tucked your hair behind your ear IN FRONT OF A CHEERING CROWD

just imagine the eyes that all went to you

...

i wouldn't even dare lmao

or that time when he stood in front of your classroom, loudly calling out for your name

and so you turn your head to him asking what he wants

but he kept his mouth shut and in turn pulls a knowing smile

you utter, "i bet that can wait after class. i'll come by the gym. you can go now."

but instead he chooses violence by testing your patience

he smirks and he says,

"i won't go until you hold my hand."

he

really

said

that

IN FRONT OF YOUR CLASSMATES

your cheeks instantly turn crimson and you feel whole body warming up

unable to stop your quick reflexes

you rush to the door where atsumu is standing and look for sane one out of the two, you scream for help in the hallways

"samu! come get your twin!"

and a distant "no." lets you down

atsumu is entirely the reason why no one believes you when you tell them that you and him are 'just friends'

i mean, for real, who would believe that lie when his actions tells otherwise

kageyama tobio

his vocabulary is limited

don't hate me for this i love him too okay?

but his gestures aren't

y'all see me compensate for what i said ;)

i hc this boy to relay more on his instincts than his logic

and his instincts include protecting you

perhaps, protecting you way too much

to the point that you feel as though you are being treated like a princess

or a vulnerable porcelain doll that has to be held and cared for

but with his limited vocabulary, stern voice, and unfriendly face all mixed up

there are times when you start to question his purpose

like that time when you stood at the sidelines of the court as you watch his team play a match

and during the mid-game breaks he marches his way to you while saying,

"stupid, move back or the ball might hit you!"

you aren't sure if he's trying to show how much he cares about you by warning of you of the dangers of standing near the court or is he shaming you by calling you stupid?

and when the ball really hits you in the face making you fall to your knees

tobio isn't afraid of calling out the offender

even if it was just an accident

and after the game he would immediately come to you

with his lips curled up in dismay and his orbs pining down at you

you assume that he'd start scolding you but to your surprise he says,

"oi, are you hurt?"

and begins checking your body for bruises and graze

and when he sees one right on top of your knee

he swiftly kneels down, his lips forming an 'o' as he blows right on gash

"does it hurt?" he asks

his voice tasting like honey and lime

"no. im good, tobio." but he ignores you by insisting

"i'll bring you to the infirmary."

he takes your hand and loops your arm over his shoulder as he leads the way

kozume kenma

*whispers* catboy

no but really he's legitimately the personification of a cat lmaoo

he won't be as pushy as tsukki, or as loud and clingy as atsumu, or maybe as overprotective as tobio

but instead he'd quietly sit next to you as you both watch the crowd

he could've chosen the other empty corner at the other side of the room but, no

he chooses to sit next to you

and for the next minutes or so none of you speaks until he breaks the silence by saying

"this is dumb. i want to go home."

the gates of heaven are open and scientists have found a cure to an inevitable diseaseㅡkozume kenma is starting a small talk

insert *pikachu meme* :o

so, you continue the conversation by saying "i'd rather sleep than mingle."

you look at him as the words roll out of you lips but he'd only glance at you for a brief second before nodding

and when he hears your stomach loudly grumbling he catches you off guard by offering to visit the food section with him

you aren't newly friends with him so you are aware about his food choices

he's a picky eater

this information fuels your unpure intentions as you pick out all the food he doesn't like

you wriggle a piece of cucumber in the air making him cringe his nose in disgust

"you should eat this."

he shakes his head to a 'no'

"unless you do the same." he bargains making you raise an eyebrow in intrigue

"deal." you seal the deal

knowing you well, he immediately picks up a piece of carrot making you grunt loudly

a light chuckle escapes from his lips

the sound he made flutters your heart

you both take a bite and at the same time your faces mirror each otherㅡwrinkles becoming more apparent as your facial expression crumples in disrelish

kuroo sees the two of you enjoying your mini conquest of food tasting

consequently, the boy shuffles his way to the two of you

"looks like you're having fun, kenma." he nudges the younger teasingly making the latter shoot him glares

kenma takes you by wrist, mumbling the words to himself as he takes you away from his friend,

"let's go back to our spot."

his use of 'our' wakens the butterflies in your stomach

a/n: thanks for reading! i missed writing hcs :( but now it's back! i hope you enjoy this one, stay safe and be healthy! :D

Masterlist

[robobarbie]

Ayo... hear me out... Professor Toasty..? Good for wattpad hour me thinks... 😌

- Bella and Bunny

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“Hm? Come in.”

You open the door as your professor turns in their chair. Their face brightens at the sight of you, and your heart beats out of sync for a moment in response. It’s late, far too late, but you knew they’d still be here. They tend to work late.

“You’re back?” They gesture to the seat next to them and you take a seat with a nod. “What for?”

“There’s a problem I didn’t quite understand.”

“From this last assignment?”

“Yes,” you say as you drop your bag to your lap and start to rifle through the papers.

They study you in silence until you find the assignment sheet and place it on the desk in front of the both of you, on the one corner not already overtaken by various paperwork and textbooks. You can’t remember the last time you came into their office and were met with a clean desk.

You glance at them to see them still studying you. “What?”

“You need help on this? Really?”

You frown. “I’m sorry… I really do need help.”

They quickly shake their head and wave their hand. “No, no, yeah, of course. I’ll help.” They lean over the sheet and straighten it a bit. “I’m just surprised since you seemed to be asking all the right questions during the lecture yesterday.”

“I’m not sure what happened,” you admit. “I don’t think I took proper notes during class, so I couldn’t remember everything.”

“Weren’t able to focus?”

You think back on yesterday. You in the front of the class, your professor standing tall by the whiteboard. They were wearing perfectly tailored brown dress pants, and a button down with the sleeves rolled past their elbows. Their light hair had been tied back in a loose knot atop their head, their glasses pushed up into their hair as they spoke passionately to the class.

You blush. And nod. “Yeah. Hard time focusing.”

“That’s alright. I’m here to help.”

They lean forward more and bring their glasses down to their nose as they read, oblivious to the fact that they were now brushing up against you. You lean into the touch subconsciously, but they don’t react. You allow yourself to inch just a bit closer on your chair.

“Which problem was it?”

You point. “The fourth one.”

“Tell me what-“ they say as they turn to face you again, only then noticing how close you are. Your faces are centimeters apart now. Their eyes flit between yours and you see them swallow thickly as their lips press together.

“You, ah…” they start, but trail off. Their eyes drift down to your lips as you part them, barely breathing. Their jaw clenches once before they lean away and run their hand through their hair with a low sigh.

“Sorry.” Their hand drops to partially cover their face, but even in the low light, you can see a blush forming. “Lost my train of thought.”

They’ve never reacted like that before. Your pulse picks up.

You drift your hand over to their thigh and they stare as you let it fall on their leg. You gently trace your fingers on the fabric and meet your professor’s focused gaze.

“Professor?”

“Mm?” You see their jaw clench again.

You drift your hand along their leg more and their hand snaps down to grab your wrist.

“Stop.”

“Do you want me to?”

Their fingers tighten around your wrist. When they don’t reply, you lean in, hesitantly, waiting for them to lean away.

They don’t. They stay stone still, staring now at your lips again.

You lean further, and their fingers tighten even more painfully.

“Push me away if you don’t—“

They surge forward.

———-

A/N: one of my math professors was French and he would race through lectures at lightning speed while we all struggled to take any sort of meaningful notes. The failure rate in his classes was legendary

[bubblegumbi0tch]

The Workout

Trainer iwa x reader

Why do you continue to do this to yourself?" Your best friend asked from beside you.

"What do you mean? I'm going to the gym." You said, laughing as she pulled up to your gym.

"Yeah exactly, we could be getting ready to go out right now, you know?" She said, giving you puppy dog eyes.

"You mean we could be getting all dressed up to go out with your boyfriend while I'll awkwardly be the third wheel?" You corrected, opening the car door.

"You make a fair point." She laughed. "Besides, I think I know why you come here now." She said, looking out her windscreen.

"And why is that?" You said, hopping out of the car but bending down so you could still talk to her.

"Him." She stated, pointing at the man in the doorway of the gym.

"Oh yeah, that's my trainer, Iwaizumi." You winked at her before shutting the door and walking over to him.

You greeted  

 and went inside to put your stuff away before going into the weights room to see Iwaizumi.

"I thought you weren't going to show up; it's almost eight," Iwaizumi said as you walked over to him.

"I was debating whether or not to show up. My friend was tempting me with a night out of drinking instead of a night of aching muscles." You laughed while drinking some water. "And you chose me. I'm touched, Y/N." Iwaizumi said, smiling wide, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah, well, I'm just hoping you can go easy on me tonight." You replied. "Not exactly; we're going to do a more intense workout tonight." He said, moving closer to you.

"Yay." You sighed, pushing him back and heading towards the pull-up bars.

You and Iwaizumi worked out for about 80 minutes when you finally decided that you needed a break.

"Why are you stopping?" Iwaizumi said, catching his breath.

"You weren't joking when you said this was going to be more intense than our other sessions Iwaizumi." 

You said, collapsing onto the ground. Iwaizumi just stared and snickered at you. "You're mean Iwaizumi, I don't think I can move." You breathed, looking at the ceiling.

"Here." Iwaizumi said, sitting beside you to give you some water. "Tonight's workout wasn't even that intense. It's like a walk in the park." He said, suddenly making you choke on your water.

"Are you insane a walk in the park?" You asked, shocked. "Not even Satan wouldn't have made me do anything that you've made me do tonight." You said, grabbing onto Iwaizumi's shoulder.

"That's a tiny overreaction (y/n)." Iwaizumi laughed, following you out of the room.

"No, you're wrong. I'm one thousand percent certain that right now I'm a ghost, and my corpse is back in there." You said, pointing to the room, trying to conceal your smile.

"Oh really (y/n)?" He asked as you stood outside the women's changing rooms. You nodded, and he shook his head. "So I take it we're done for tonight." He said as he looked around the empty gym.

You two usually worked out late when the gym was basically empty, you didn't like to work out in front of many people, and he preferred to just focus on you.

"Don't expect to see me for a month; I need to relax." You laughed, opening the changing room door.

"Good. That means no more late nights." Iwaizumi laughed; you pushed him slightly, not finding his joke funny. "Are you going to belong? I have to lock up." Izumi smiled sweetly at you.

"I'm going to take my time ok. I need to wash all this sweat off me".You said, smiling sweetly back at him.

"I happen to think it looks great on you." Iwazumisaid winking. "You're the only one that gets to see me like this." You said, winking back before going into the changing room.

Once you grabbed your bag from your locker, you undressed and put a towel around your body. You headed to the shower, making sure it was warm enough for you.

All you wanted to do was have a bath when you get home, but you couldn't wait that long feeling as gross as you do.

While you were in the shower, Iwazumi went back into the room you two were working out in. He packed some things away and noticed your sports jacket that you took off because you were too hot.

He picked it up so he could give it to you when your phone fell out of the pocket, the screen lit up, and a message from your best friend appeared. Actually, a few did.

F/N: Hey, what time are you finishing? Do you want me to pick you up?

F/N: I'm assuming by your lack of response, you're still working out.

F/N: Or is handsome taking you home? God, he's gorgeous.

F/N: Your workout can't be keeping you this busy.

F/N: Or is he keeping you busy?

F/N: Are you two doing it? You can tell me. You know I won't judge; you know sex is classed as work out.

F/N: You're a terrible friend for not replying. I'm just going to have to assume you're banging him. Call me later. I want some details later.

Iwaizumi laughed to himself after briefly looking at the messages and decided to go and give it to you.

He knocked on the changing room door and didn't get a reply, so he just assumed you were either changing or in the shower; he quietly opened the door and walked into the room.

He saw your bag lying out with your workout clothes next to it and placed your phone on them. As he went to leave, he heard you singing softly in the shower.

"You know (y/n) I like the song when the actual artist sings it," Iwaizumi said, startling you. 

"Iwaizumi, what the hell are you doing?" You shouted, looking around.

"Don't worry, I'm not staring (y/n)." He said, calming you slightly, not that it helped in any way.

"I meant what the hell are you doing in here." You said sternly.

"I was giving you your phone." He stated. "Do you want a lift home?" He asked out of the blue.

"Yes, please, after I've gotten dressed." You said as you started to turn the shower off.

"Clothing isn't optional." He said, and you could practically see his smirk.

"I'll follow your lead." You said, smirking to yourself as you grabbed the towel. You didn't hear Iwaizumi's reply, but you did hear some shuffling.

A few moments later, you saw a silhouette come through the steamed room.

"Iwaizumi, what are you doing?" You asked, walking towards him. You both stopped a few centimeters from each other, and Iwaizumi lifted his hand, turning the shower on.

Having a shower." He stated obviously.

"But I-Iwaizumi, this is the women's locker room." You said, trying to keep your eyes on him and nowhere else.

"You're the only woman in here, and you don't seem to mind." He said, whispering. You stared at him, trying to decide what to do. "Your towel is wet. You should probably get a clean one." He said lowly. You nodded in agreement and went to walk around him. "Later, though." He said, pulling you towards him.

You’re lips crashed in an instant; you didn't know whether to kiss back or pull away. No warnings were going off in your head, so you kissed him back. Your hands went to his neck, one of his went to your back, the other your front when he untied the towel from your body, letting it fall to the floor.

You both pulled away, staring at each other with intensity. You moved forward, putting your hands back around his neck, pulling him to your level where you kissed him. One of his went to the back of your head, the other your ass as he squeezed roughly.

Iwaizumi smacked your ass, making you moan, giving his tongue a perfect chance to explore your mouth.

You stayed like this for a while, your wet naked bodies tangled up, hair sticking everywhere, tongues battling for dominance, hands now wondering every inch of each other. You loved every second, and so was he.

Both of Iwaizumi 's hands found their way to your ass as he squeezed tightly; you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist, one hand in his hair, the other on his face as you pulled him close into the kiss.

He spun you around so your back was against the wall; his kisses moved to your jaw and neck as he made his way to your breast.

He pulled the nipple with his teeth before sucking on it. He removed his mouth and blew gently; the feeling of the cool air on your erect numb felt terrific against the steam-filled room. He did this to your other nipple, then all over your torso. Sucking on the skin then blowing.

His face was level with yours once again, and you continued to kiss some more.

Izumi's hands still rested on your plump ass; he moved one hand under you. So he could access where you needed him; he played with your clit first, rubbing it gently before taking two fingers and entering them inside you.

You moaned, pulling away from his lips and arching your back as he continued to move in and out of your core; your legs tightened around his waist, and he moved his other hand to the wall beside you while he continued with his other hand.

You were close, the warm feeling starting up in your stomach, but you knew you weren't there yet. Iwaizumi then added another finger, going even harder and deeper, showing no sign of slowing down.

His movements were destroying you, but he wasn't done as he started to rub his calloused thumb against your clit, determination, and lust in his eyes as he stared deeply into yours.

"Iwaizumi ." You moaned, getting closer. His moves were now quickening. "Iwaizumi !" You moaned even louder, his actions getting deeper. "Iwa-oh my god!" You screamed, shuddering beneath him.

He held you tight, still keeping his fingers within you as you rode out your high; your mouth was open as he started to pepper kisses all over your face.

"Woah." You said, catching your breath looking at him.

"We're not done yet (y/n); this is part of your workout." He said, taking his fingers out of you and putting them in his mouth. He tasted you, his eyes still on you; he slowly took his fingers out of his mouth and pulled you into a deep kiss, it was gentler, but you could still feel the need in it.

He removed his hand from the back of your head and put it under you, this time grabbing his rigid member and rubbing the tip against you. He looked at you for reassurance as you nodded your head, and he slowly entered you; you started to sink down on him, so you were meeting him halfway.

Iwaizumi stilled, waiting for you to adjust; when you had, he placed one hand on your back, the other on the wall beside your head and pulled back, slowly moving around in.

He kept at this pace for a while until you started to moan; he then moved faster, moaning as well.

Your moans got louder as his hips snapped faster, going deeper.

Iwaizumi moved you from the wall, carefully placing you onto the floor as he filled you again;. However, the ground was slippery; it didn't seem to bother him as he began pounding into you again.

He found your g-spot and decided to not leave it as he continued at the same pace and depth, being sure to hit it every time.

As he continued this, your moans turned to screams that then became deep breaths as you could no longer make a noise.

Your back arched, and Iwaizumi moved down to put your nipple in his mouth once again. You pulled on his hair as one of his hands moved between you both so he could rub your clit.

He hit deeper and deeper, and you were starting to feel your second orgasm of the night.

With each hit came a new feeling of euphoria. You started to clench around him; your nails found his back making sure to mark it as he continued to pleasure you.

Iwaizumi lifted his head from your breast, and he captured your lips in his silencing you as you came; soon after you came, he came as well, slowing his movements but not completely stopping, not until your breathing was restored.

When you both could breathe adequately, Iwaizumi got up and helped you up too. You both stood under the shower and cleaned yourselves up. Iwaizumi turned to help you because you were sore, then he guided you over to your clothes.

You got changed into some clean joggers and a hoodie, and he changed into what he was wearing earlier.

"That was some workout." You said, trying to break the silence.

"Yeah." Iwaizumi chuckled, staring at you. "We could do that instead if you want to." He suggested walking over to you so he could help tie your shoes.

"It's way better than what you had me doing earlier." You laughed as you filled your bag.

"Tell me about it." He said, getting up from tying your shoe. "Do you still need a lift home?" He asked.

"Yes, please." You smiled. He smiled back, placing an arm over your shoulder as you both walked out of the changing room.

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[jenomark]

Nct / wayv reaction when you suddenly kiss them when you're drunk 🙏

Taeil: You were both drunk but acted like the alcohol didn't affect you. Sitting next to Taeil, you arm hair brushing against his, you felt blissful. "Do you want to play a game?" he asked, his glossy eyes on yours. Hanging out with him on Friday nights, just drinking wine and sitting at his kitchen table, was fun without the random card games. You just liked being in his presence, feeling the full effect of your feelings for him. Feeling fantastic, you took his hand in yours and brought it to your lips. You kissed his soft skin and said," No, we could just talk." The realization of what you had done slowly sunk in but, like everything else, Taeil pretended it didn't happened.

Johnny: "You're drunk." he said, grinning. You were seconds away from stamping your foot on the floor and claiming that you had hardly had much to drink, when your equilibrium was thrown off, and you swayed in place. "See," he said, pointing. "You should get some rest." Johnny was openly smirking and teasing you, which lit a fire underneath you that not even his handsome face could put out. You went into the corner beside the cabinets, brought out a tiny step stool and placed it in front of him. From there, you climbed onto it, your eyes level with his, and you kissed his lips. " Oh, I might be a little drunk, too." Johnny breathed, his sweet breath blowing back into your face.

Taeyong: He was bundled up head-to-toe, a beanie on his head, and a scarf wrapped around his neck several times. Everything on him was cold, except for his hand, which was nesting firmly in yours. You walked on, the twinkling lights of the city lulling you both into a sense of comfort. Being with Taeyong, especially like this, made long, cold nights more bearable. "Are you still tipsy?" he asked, stopping. In your mind, you saw the wine you had both shared at dinner, could picture it sitting in the bottom of your empty stomach. You nodded, facing him with an affectionate smile on your face. The warmth of the alcohol spread across his cheeks, or, maybe, it was from the biting wind. "You have something on your face." you said. Instinctively, Taeyong's hands reached up to touch his face, but your lips beat him to it. When you pulled away, shy Taeyong was staring back at you. "You're so cute." he said.

Yuta: In the quiet of his room, the thrum of the alcohol pumping through your veins was deafening. Yuta was watching you with a curious look, his eyes seeming to ask if you were brave enough. It was strange to know that you had his approval for the kiss before you had went through with it, and stranger still, that Yuta looked terrified. You went slow, kissing up along his bare arm, his warm skin flushing pink as you went. He was waiting patiently for you to find his lips, for you to snake your way up his smooth shoulder and kiss him like he'd never been kissed before. "I don't think I can wait anymore." he whispered. So, you closed the gap and found his lips earlier than you wanted, kissing him with so much passion that you could feel it in your toes. Though expected, Yuta gave a small shake, like there was an electric current running through his body.

Kun: "And press this key." Kun said. Even if you wanted to press it on your own, Kun's hand was on top of yours, and he was guiding you along. In his alcoholic forgetfulness, he seemed not to notice. You let him guide you, your fingertips touching the keys on his keyboard so lightly that you wondered if you were even touching them at all. Kun looked at your face, searching for the excitement he wished to find there. "Doesn't it sound beautiful?" he asked, adding, as if you didn't understand, "The music." You nodded, the expression on your face as clear as day: you were head over heels in love with him. You didn't remove your hand from underneath his, you just leaned in to kiss him, catching him by complete surprise. Before you could even breathe, Kun cupped your face and kept kissing you.

Doyoung: In your drunken mind, everything made sense. You loathed Doyoung, so the only thing left to do, was to kiss him. That will show him, you thought. You marched across the party, ignoring the warning signs from Taeyong in the corner, and you planted yourself firmly in front of Doyoung. He was nursing his own drink and looking at you with the contempt you felt. You couldn't remember what the old saying was, was it that revenge is best served cold? Hot? You had no idea. "What do you want?" Doyoung asked, trying his best to puff out his chest and appear confident. You started to speak but found out that you had nothing to say other than, "I want you." You kissed Doyoung then, your mouth sloppily gluing itself to his. Rather than push you away, Doyoung kissed you back, leading to a very steamy make-out in the middle of the room.

Ten: You came in from a night out with your friends, as drunk as can be, and one thing on your mind. As you tried kissing Ten, he moved away from you. "Not while you're drunk." he said. "Come on, let me tuck you into bed." You were tired, however, Ten had never looked sexier. You wanted to kiss him, to hold him and make love to him. Sensing that you were going to try and kiss him again, he jumped over the back of the couch. Your shoulders fell. "Don't you want to kiss me?" you asked. Ten stood his ground from a few feet away and said, "I always want to kiss you, but not when you can't consent." You put your hand on your hips, even your drunk mind understanding that it wasn't necessarily right. Still, you pouted. "But I wanted a kiss goodnight." From across the room, Ten kissed his fingers and sent the flying kiss in your direction, all the love on his face very sincere.

Jaehyun: Kissing him felt so good that you didn't want to stop. The taste of him was so warm and inviting, and every nerve in your body wanted to feel it everywhere. It was Jaehyun who broke the kiss, his conscious making it clear that he couldn't allow it to go further. You thought he would be angry that you went in for the kill, but he was smiling so brilliantly that you went in for another kiss. Jaehyun placed his finger against your lips before you could and said, "How about we get you home safely, so that you can sleep this off?" It was simple, but effective. Rather than going in for another kiss, you took the hand that Jaehyun held out to you, and let him lead you back where you lived, the taste of him still on your lips.

WinWin: You stared longingly at the empty bottles of wine on the table, and then at WinWin texting on his phone. "I should probably head off to sleep." you said, your body perking up when your roommate WinWin looked in your direction. He looked so pretty in the soft light, his features most likely enhanced by the alcohol you had shared. "Me too." he said, stretching so that his shirt raised a few centimeters to reveal his stomach. You both made a move to get up, laughing awkwardly as you did. Without really knowing what to say, you nodded at WinWin, leaned in, and planted a goodnight kiss right on his forehead. The horror at what had taken place hit you as soon as your lips left his skin. "Well, goodnight." you said, your eyes growing wider and wider. WinWin was smiling so big that it began to ease the panic. "Goodnight," he said. "Maybe when you're sober, you'll aim for the lips."

Jungwoo: You were both drunk, both clinging to each other, singing-well, shouting- a song that you heard earlier. Jungwoo was a lot taller than you, his big body swaying so much that you were convinced he was going to make you both topple to the ground. But he sturdily clung to your arms, his joyful face coming inches closer to your face. All you could see was his lips and how full they looked. So, you kissed him and watched him reel back in surprise, his full lips quivering. Without thinking about it for too long, Jungwoo leaned in to kiss you back, but ended up knocking his head into yours. Pain was all you felt when you collided, both from the pain of the collision and from the embarrassment. You stared at each other solemnly before bursting into a fit of giggles, the sound ringing in the night without care.

Lucas: "I can't find it!" Lucas shouted, though you were standing behind him. He was searching in the closet, using his height to search the top of the closet, his big hands knocking things over. When he turned back around and saw you standing there, he jumped and laughed and said, "I can't find it." You told him it was alright and pushed him into the closet, closing the door behind you. You turned off the light, robing you both in darkness. All you could hear was Lucas' breathing. You could smell his heavy cologne and how it intoxicated you more than the alcohol did. You placed your hand on his chest to steady yourself and find him in the dark, and then you kissed him. It was very brief, for Lucas had grabbed your shoulders and told you he couldn't kiss you when you weren't right in the mind.

Mark: The rest of the 127 members were being noisy, but it still felt like only you and Mark in the room. His eyes drifted to your mouth, hovering there for a few seconds before staring into your eyes. You spent too much time on Mark's birthday getting drunk and wishing he was brave enough to be the one to kiss you first. Realizing that you weren't going to get the other members to be quiet, and you certainly weren't going to get them to vacate the room, you tipped your body over the table, grabbed Mark's white t-shirt and pulled him until his lips met yours. The room grew quiet, only erupting into hollers when you let Mark go. As they made a fuss, you watched him grow shy from across the table, your eyes now making it known that you were staring directly at Mark's lips.

Xiaojun: He wasn't immune to first date jitters. He knew the first kiss was coming soon, and he would be expected to perform, which made the lump in his throat seem to swell more. You could say that you were equally nervous, but you liked Xiaojun a lot and very much wanted to kiss him. "I've been drinking. " he said. "I don't think it's going to be good." Him explaining himself made you feel giddy. "I've been drinking too, remember?" you said. You looked at each other for a beat too long, before you took a deep breath and just did it. Kissing Xiaojun, drunk or not, was every bit as amazing as you thought it would be. His lips were timid but receptive. He was gentle and eager, something you were thrilled by. When you parted, a first successful kiss under your belt, Xiaojun punched the air in excitement.

Hendery: When he was drinking, Hendery liked to talk. He would gear up for lengthy speeches, brushing his long hair from his face, the same face that was shaded with twinges of pink. You watched him wave his arms around, his words going in one ear and out of the other. You thought about how handsome he looked, the effect of alcohol, no doubt, getting to your brain too. "Don't you agree?" he asked, swinging his attention towards you. "They don't care about us, they never did. They-" Before he could finish his sentence, you kissed Hendery hastily. He kept trying to speak, but you kept on kissing him, each kiss becoming longer than the last. "I'm sorry," you said, keeping your eyes closed a moment longer. "You were saying. " Opening your eyes, you could see that Hendery was too stunned to speak anymore.

Renjun: "I want to ask you something." you said, cornering Renjun. He lowered a cup from his lips, the alcohol inside sloshing around. He thought it would have been better to just drink it and avoid the conversation he felt was coming. "Do you want to know if Mark likes you back?" Renjun asked. "He does like you. So, you're free to go after him, if you want." Confused, you looked at Renjun and asked, "Who is Mark? I don't know him, but I wanted to ask you if you would mind if I kissed you right now." Completely shocked, Renjun nearly dropped his cup on the ground. "I'm drunk right now." you continued. "But, Renjun, I've liked you for over half a year." Renjun blinked and could only nod. You stepped forward and kissed him, your fingers tucked under his chin. Pulling away, Renjun blinked again, before breaking out into a grin that made your heart dip into your stomach.

Jeno: Your shaking hands made it more difficult to take the photo, so Jeno took your phone from you. Placing his cheek against yours, he held the phone up high, his still thumb hovering over the button. Seeing you smile, he pressed the button and took a picture. "What do you think?" he asked, holding it up for you to see. "I think we look cute." You were both drunk out of your minds, but you were the unstable one. The picture looked fine, but you weren't staring at that. Jeno's lips were inches away, the only sign that he had consumed alcohol at all was in the way he couldn't stop smiling. Jeno was always a happy drunk, which made it that much easier to simply kiss him. You and Jeno made out, only really moving away from each other when Jeno raised your phone up high again and took a picture of you kissing each other.

Haechan: "I want you to be my first kiss, Donghyuck." you said, staring at Haechan. He was just as drunk as you were, but you could hardly tell, since he was so relaxed. You, on the other hand, were struggling to keep calm. You thought he would immediately shut you down, but Haechan looked amused by your request. He came and sat in front of you, licking his lips and smirking with pleasure when he saw how you had responded. You were moving around where you sat, not knowing where to put your hands. "Close your eyes when I kiss you, I'm shy." he said. You closed your eyes. He closed his eyes, too, but you opened your eyes up and found his lips, delighting in the slight surprise jolt Haechan made with contact. "That's naughty." he said, between kisses. "I like it."

Jaemin: He was clingy when he was drunk, which was fine by you. You liked seeing that side of Jaemin, the one who didn't care what people around him thought, the one that looked at you like you were the only person in the whole world who understood him. Jaemin nuzzled his nose against yours, your body jerking back slightly as his top lip grazed yours. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Don't you want to kiss me?" You wanted to tell him that, of course, you did. There was never a time in your life when you hadn't wanted to kiss Na Jaemin. Rather than shy away, you stepped forward in your drunken bravado and kissed him right on the mouth. Jaemin grunted in approval as your hands found their way underneath his shirt, your fingertips scratching down the ridges of his abs.

YangYang: "You don't like me very much, do you?" YangYang asked. It was less of a question and more of an observation. Yet, you couldn't help but answer it, anyway. "I do like you." you said. You took a sip from your cup, realizing that the liquid was disappearing faster than you meant it to. YangYang flipped his empty cup upside down and fixed you with a look that, for some reason, made your blood boil. "I do like you." you said again, your eyes narrowing slightly. YangYang held out his arms and looked around, as if addressing a crowd, that a coward was in their midst. "Prove it." he said. You were astounded, unsure of what action to take. When all thoughts failed, you got up and walked to the other side of the table, plunking down beside YangYang. You kissed him, as if the kiss itself would explain that you liked him more than he thought. YangYang clapped, as you pulled away. "Maybe one more time," he said. "I didn't feel like you meant it."

Shotaro: He clicked his bottle of beer against yours and took a long drink, his eyes appraising you over the bottle. You never loved the taste of alcohol, especially beer, but you liked the feeling that wrapped itself around your body like a warm hug. Also, drinking with Shotaro was one of the few pleasures you enjoyed in life. "It's good." Shotaro said, looking at the label. His lips were glistening with beer and, feeling unlike yourself, you leaned in a little closer to watch a bubble of spit pop on his bottom lip. "Yeah." you said, not remembering what you were agreeing to. "Ro, you're really handsome." Shotaro smiled and broke out into laughter, his face lighting up. Watching you lean in closer, as if in a trance, his jolly expression was replaced with lust. You kissed him and he allowed it, letting out a moan as you bit down on his lip.

Sungchan: You walked up to him, closing your eyes tight, your throat practically bursting with the words you'd held in for months. "I really like you, and I think about kissing you all of the time. I don't know if it's because you're tall, funny or you have the sweetest smile. Or maybe it's because you're a good person and you care about others, but I think about kissing you all the time. I know I've said that twice now, but it's the truth. And I've had a little bit to drink, but I am not drunk." When you finished speaking, you opened your eyes to see Sungchan's shocked face. "I like you, too. "he said, quietly. Feeling like you were on a roll and couldn't stop, you marched right up to him, got on your tiptoes and kissed him on the mouth. You could feel Sungchan's lips wanting to smile, so you parted and let him smile big enough to make you swoon.

Chenle: Like they were a moving target, you zeroed in on his lips. Your eyes followed the way his lips were moving, and how his pearly white teeth would bare themselves, and you couldn't help smiling back. Chenle was talking to you, but you didn't hear a single thing he had to say. You kept your eyes on his soft, pink lips and leaned in to kiss him, your lips puckered and ready. Chenle was more clever than you and had time to pull away before you did something you might regret. "Maybe tomorrow." he said. "After you've had a nice nap and thought about it some more." You felt disappointed by the lack of his lips on yours, but Chenle's perfect smile attacked you some more, making you lose all thoughts about the failed kiss.

Jisung: You kissed him and the world started to spin a little faster, your heartbeat zooming around in your chest. Jisung touched his wet lips with his fingertips, a look of disbelief flashing across his handsome face. He looked at you, his eyes searching your eyes for answers, but you were busy smiling off into the distance. He screwed his face up in innocent confusion, before letting his mouth relax into a small smile that reclaimed your attention. "You just kissed me." he said. Slowly, his smile began to falter when he realized that you were very intoxicated, not sober, and you might not have meant it. "We shouldn't." he said, waving you away with his hand. " Let's just talk. I'll sit up with you until you fall asleep."

[raibebe]

Coming Home

Genre: Sentimental smut with the most feelings Words: 1.456 Prompt: Taeyong + “Mmmh, you are warm” Warnings: unprotected sex, THE most feelings

A/N: One night the wonderful groupchat now named “sexc writers” with @ncteaxhoe and @sly-merlin came up with the idea of what would happen if the three of us had the same prompt and all wrote something with each other’s biases. So I wrote for one of Inni’s biases!

For maximum feelings, play “Dear Dream” while reading. I just want you to know that I actually made myself cry while writing this and listening to that song.

Waking up to your boyfriend in your bed when you definitely went to bed alone wasn’t something unusual. Waking up with him curled around your body like he was some kind of snake and you were his prey wasn’t either. And waking up because of the little butterfly kisses he pressed to the skin of your neck wasn’t out of the ordinary either. So what was the unusual thing when you woke up this morning? “Good morning baby,” Taeyong spoke in your ear, his voice raspy either from sleep or from recording all night – you weren’t sure which one it was. “Morning,” you smiled, snuggling back into your boyfriend’s chest.

“When did you get here?” You sighed after a couple of serene moments spent with Taeyong caressing your body. “Not too long ago,” he confessed, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the tender skin on your neck that seemed to linger longer than his lips actually did. “You should’ve gone home to sleep, baby,” you whined, squirming in his hold to turn around but his grip wasn’t budging. “Mmmh, stay still,” he sighed, tangling your legs together and oh- that was why it was an unusual way to wake up. “Yongie~,” you sighed, arching your body into his. “Mmmh, you’re warm,” he breathed, pressing his naked body to your back until there wasn’t a single centimeter of space between your bodies, “So warm.” He sighed deeply and gently rutted against your backside, his dick sliding between your panty clad asscheeks since he had forgone clothing all together.

Taking a shuddering breath, Taeyong let his hands roam beneath the big shirt you had worn to sleep, mapping out your body with firm hands like it was the first time he was touching you before he grabbed a handful of your boobs, squeezing the soft flesh to make you moan his name. “You’re so beautiful,” he sighed, burying his face in your neck to stifle the moans that kept slipping past his lips, the sounds so soft and breathy, they would have gotten lost any other time than right now in the early morning hours. “Make love to me,” you said softly, turning your body around in Taeyong’s grip to press your lips together in a sweet kiss, pouring all the fragile feelings into it you weren’t quite able to voice. “I love you so much,” your boyfriend whispered against your plush lips once you broke the kiss, his eyes so open and sincere, you almost choked on the feeling that built inside your chest.

“Want to see your face,” you mumbled before catching his lips again, soft and sensual, “Want to see you when you make love to me.” “Then let me see all of you in return,” Taeyong whispered back, his nimble fingers helping you out of your shirt and panties before he settled his body between your open legs, another moan spilling past his lips as his cock got trapped between your bodies. “So perfect,” he chanted, littering your cleavage and breasts with soft kisses, the ghost of his lips burning on your skin while his hands left goosebumps in their wake. With practiced ease, his fingers found your center and easily pushed inside, his eyes never leaving yours as your lips parted in a breathy moan. It should have been embarrassing how intensely he was watching every twitch of your muscles and how open and vulnerable you were but this was Taeyong, he knew you inside and outside so it was easy to just let go and bathe in the feeling of being loved and cherished just by the touch of his fingers and lips.

“I want you,” you moaned softly, letting your own hands roam over his strong back, down his small waist and down to his perky ass, pressing him forward. “You have me,” your boyfriend promised, gently curling his fingers into your sweet spot before slowly pulling them out, savoring the whine that spilled past your lips at the emptiness. “I’m yours.” You meant it. In more than one way and Taeyong was able to understand the weight behind those simple words because sometimes you two didn’t even need to speak at all to understand each other.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he breathed into your skin when the head of his cock prodded at your entrance. “You would never,” you just replied, curling your arms around his neck to swallow his moan with your lips as he slowly pushed into your heat until your hips were flush together. For a little while you just got lost in the feeling of being close to him, connected in the most intimate of ways as your tongues lead a sensual dance, exploring each other’s mouths as if you hadn’t already done it a thousand times over and over again. “Please,” you pleaded, letting your eyes flutter open to marvel at the beauty of your boyfriend, every detail on his face so imperfectly perfect. “Anything,” he promised, “I’d do anything for you.” Breathing the same air as you, Taeyong slowly pulled his hips back to slide back into you just as slowly, letting you both savor every inch of his length, every drag against your walls and every unspoken word between you.

The air was heavy with both spoken and unspoken feelings as your hands never stopped to caress each other: Yours slipping from his arms up his shoulders before tenderly cupping his face to softly stroke your thumb over the scar next to his eye. Taeyong easily leaned into your touch, his dark eyes that held all the stars of the galaxy slipping shut as his pink lips parted to let out soft sounds of pleasure while he held you securely in his arms. “I love you,” you softly whispered and immediately felt like love wasn’t a strong enough word to describe what you were feeling in this moment, soft rays of sunlight bathing your naked bodies as you moved as one, just basking in the feeling of pleasure that buzzed in your veins without the urge to reach your peak. “My whole world,” Taeyong whispered back, pressing open mouthed kisses along your jaw, “My sun,” down your neck, “My moon,” back up to your ear, “And my stars,” to finally connect your lips again all while he never ceased to move his hips, reaching so deep you could feel it in your entire body.

“Please,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his hips and your arms around his shoulders to press him impossibly closer, feeling like you needed to feel all of him to make sure this moment was real. “Everything for you,” he whispered into your skin, picking up the pace of his hips without it being urgent or frantic, just what both of you needed to reach your peak. You worked your hips with him in perfect unison as much as your position allowed you to, burying your hands in the soft strands of his hair to keep his close to your pulse where he was panting into your skin, sending tingles down your spine.

“Please,” now it was him who was begging, his hips losing their steady rhythm to grind deep inside your heat. “Look at me,” you asked, voice cracking slightly but if anything it showed how fragile this moment was, how fragile the feelings between you were. But the moment Taeyong looked up and locked eyes with you, you knew that your heart was safe with him; he would keep it safe and give you his soul in return. “I love you,” you spoke in unison and the soft smile that tugged on Taeyongs lips only got broken when his eyebrows pulled together in a frown as his hips came to a stop deep inside you and you felt him release inside you, the blissed out look on his face pulling you over the edge with him. The orgasm wasn’t mind-blowing to the point where colors were exploding behind your lids. Instead it washed over you like a smooth tide on a beach, leaving you warm and glittery; your skin prickling with thousand little firecrackers everywhere Taeyong and you were connected: From the tips of your hairs down to your toes and inside your chest.

A breathy sigh left your lips and you couldn’t help the soft giggle that spilled past your lips when you saw the feeling of safety and just home you felt reflected in the warm brown of Taeyong’s eyes. “Marry me,” he spoke into the delicate silence, bearing his heart for you to receive or reject, “Be with me for always and forever.” “You were my first love and will be my last,” you accepted his heart, vowing to always keep it safe.

[alwaysmarveling]

Three Strikes, You’re Out

Pairing: Yelena Belova x reader

Warnings: Black Widow spoilers, use of guns, and killing (and therefore death)

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: Sorry for not posting anything in a while! I realize from the warnings that it sounds like angst, but I swear this is overall fluff :)

Yelena saved your life. Not once, not twice, but three times. And not in the “watch out, there’s a car!” way or the “let me save you from the bad guy coming to kill you” way. Yelena had saved your life in the “Y/N, you’re forgetting something” way and the “no, Y/N, you cannot do that” way.

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“L/N, the person of the hour, I see…” You choked down the rising bile as Dreykov dragged a fingertip down your cheek. You refused to make eye contact with the man, firstly out of hatred and secondly because you knew that if you did, you would shiver. You hadn’t made that mistake since you were 8.

A sign of weakness, they called it. Utter, worthless, garbage, they yelled at you as they beat you in front of the others, being so ungrateful to the only man willing to give you any purpose in life. You took it like a champ, not flinching once. You learned not to do that from the girl who had gotten beaten before you.

“And have you figured out why you might be so special today, my little one?” Not gagging took so much more effort once he introduced the pet name, but you forced yourself to keep looking ahead, keep staring at the faint cracks in the dull wall ahead of you.

“No, sir.” You wished more than anything that he could be talking to one of the other girls in line with you. But here you were, with the man you hated most in the world staring you in the eye, his hand resting gently under your cheek.

“Hmm, respectful, this one,” he cooed to Madame B, as if you wouldn’t have been punished had you not addressed him properly. “Well, L/N, you see that man over there?” As if he had orchestrated the whole thing, a man was immediately dragged into the room, his whines muffled by the burlap sack over his head. The footsteps of the older girls who had brought him in were barely audible, making the man and Dreykov the only things you could hear in the large hall.

“Today is the day you kill. And he, my darling, is your victim.” Dreykov waited for a reaction from you and sighed when he got nothing. “No words, L/N?”

“Wh- where is he from?” The second you opened your mouth, you were expecting punishment—how could you be so stupid as to stutter—but it didn’t come for the reason you thought it would.

“You do not question my orders!” You barely heard his yells above the pain that erupted in your jaw, but your feet didn’t even move an inch. Further pain would come if you were stupid enough to do that. Dreykov quickly gripped your chin in between his grubby fingers. His face now centimeters from your own, he opened his mouth again. “Listen to me, little girl, it does not matter where he comes from. If I am gracious enough to grant you with a task like this, you will do it with no question. If you’d like to respond, it better be a ‘thank you’ or a ‘yes, sir.’ Am I understood?” But he didn’t give you a chance to answer, shoving your face to the left and pressing a gun into your hands. “Now. Let’s go. You’ve got an audience.”

Dreykov stepped back to stand next to Madame B, who watched you like a hawk. You already knew what she was thinking. She must’ve recommended you for this, told Dreykov you were ready for the next step. This was supposed to be a moment of pride for the both of you, but you were just embarrassing yourself and her. She’d probably take it out on you later.

The man had stopped struggling since he’d been brought in, probably realizing that there was no way out of this. At least they’d left the burlap sack over his head. But the second you started walking towards him, begging your hands to stop trembling so you could make the shot—and it had to be a perfect one—he started thrashing in his confines, screaming, begging, and pleading for his life.

“No, please! Please, you don’t want to do this! I have a family! I have a wife! And my kids, they-”

“Kill him now, L/N. I am not very patient.” It’s just like training, Y/N, focus, you told yourself as you focused in on the man’s head. Even though it moved, continuing to whip from side to side, your hands were no longer shaky as you brought them up to aim. Your heart was beating faster than it ever had before. The other girls were at least ten feet away from you, but with how hard it was pounding, you wouldn’t be surprised if they were able to see the rapid rise and fall of your chest. You wanted to apologize, untie the man and set him free, let him go back to his family… but Dreykov was waiting. So your eyes narrowed, your diaphragm relaxed, and your finger pressed down on the trigger. Twice. Once to the head, once to the heart. 

Just like that, he was gone. His pleading stopped. His breathing ceased, and his head lolled to the side.

Just like that, you had killed a man.

You had little time to think as Dreykov approached you, clapping his hands slowly. The slow, steady rhythm disgusted you. The dark red stain growing on the burlap sack made you sick. You needed out.

“Congratulations, Y/N. I expect great things from you.” He squeezed your shoulder before sweeping out of the room.

“Y/N.” You whirled around at the sound of Madame B’s voice, stern but gentler than Dreykov’s. “Take the body outside. Yelena,” Madame B called the name of the girl closest to the door. “Help her. I expect you to both be spotless when you return. Make it quick, girls.”

By the time you finally brought yourself to look back at the man, the blonde was already on her knees working on the ties around his ankles. You’d never talked to her before. It wasn’t like girls really made friends here, but she was in your class. And she was the best in your class. But the two of you had never interacted with each other beyond a sweeping glance over each other’s faces before moving on to the next girl. You’d never even partnered together for fight training. 

But you didn’t have time to worry about Yelena; your focus was on pushing yourself to get closer to the man. If you got there fast enough, maybe you’d make it in time to hear his last breath, to say sorry. But you were devastated to find that you were a few minutes too late, your hope making you as naive as a toddler. Instead, as your fingers fumbled with the rope around his wrist, you felt a wet drop land on your hand. You looked down expecting to be repulsed by the blood, but the drop was crystalline, clear. A tear. But, with no more ties to support the man’s body, the corpse fell into your arms, and you were forced to focus on helping Yelena support the dead weight.

You and Yelena brought the body out of the room, taking it around the back to where it would be dealt with as you slept that night. Neither of you said a word the whole time. Your hands shook, and you were certain Yelena could see it as the torso of the man shakily rose and fell, never quite matching the stilted rhythm of your steps. You dropped the body, but Yelena replaced your empty hands with her own as she silently led you to a bathroom. The faucet handles squeaked as you turned them. Your stare into the mirror was as empty as your earlier gaze at the wall, but still, something was missing.

There was no more determination, no more strength. And whatever scrap of innocence you had managed to maintain up until this point was gone. You were no longer a girl, not even a woman. You were a monster.

But your hands were clean. Yes, a long study of your hands told you that all of the man’s blood was gone, washed down the drain. But the begging? The completely desperate pleading of a man who knew he had no other choice, that even sobbing for his life was practically hopeless?

You reached again for the bar of soap, pressing it into your skin. Your nails dug into the backs of your palms, a last-ditch effort to somehow cleanse the inside of you. If you went just a little harder, you’d make yourself bleed. But that would be good, yes, that would be good because the soap could mix with your blood and-

“Y/N.” Yelena reached for your hands and pulled them apart. Your right hand was still clenched around the soap, not letting it go even though it was begging to slip through your grip. “Stop.”

You turned to her, your eyes wide. She’d done it before you. The first of your year to do it. Madame B swelled with pride when she had taken the shot. But she was fine. Yelena was standing in front of you, her hands dried long before, her knees were stable. How’d she do it?

“You’ll be okay,” she murmured.

“H- how are you…?” You couldn’t finish, but she knew what you were saying anyway.

“The pain only makes us stronger, I think. You’ll be okay.” You nodded slowly, allowing Yelena to take the soap from you and shut the faucet once all the bubbles left your skin. You moved to leave the bathroom and return to the hall, where you would have to return to training as if nothing had happened. A firm hand pulling on your elbow stopped you.

“Y/N, you’re forgetting something.” Yelena turned the faucet back on and wet her thumb before brushing it along your cheek. “There. Spotless.” You couldn’t see what she had wiped off until you noticed the red staining her skin. Oh.

“Yelena, his voice…” The blonde rinsed off her thumb and shut off the sink before turning back to you.

“The pain only makes us stronger,” she repeated, giving your shoulders a firm squeeze.

“The pain only makes us stronger,” you whispered. Your voice betrayed you, though, cracking on the last word as if it knew something was wrong.

The man stopped begging when the bullet entered his brain. But his voice would never stop. No, it would forever live on with you. It would forever haunt you.

---

“I don’t understand why we have to do this.”

“Because if we don’t, we’ll die.”

“So what? What if we do?” The blonde stopped looking out of the scope of her gun to turn to you. Her brows were furrowed and her mouth hung slightly open, but you simply rolled your eyes. You had seen this look many times.

“You did not come this far in the Red Room to give up now, Solee.” And there was that nickname again. Yelena gave it to you after she helped clean you up that one time, and from then on, she rarely used your actual name unless if others were around. But she never explained what it meant, even now, years later, and you could never figure it out.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. The pain only makes us stronger.”

“Good.” The spy, now satisfied, turned back to her gun. 

“But it’s killing everyone else around us.” Yelena sighed, putting her gun away once more.

“It’s called self-preservation, Solee. We do this to stay alive.” Yelena wasn’t sure why Dreykov’s mind control didn’t work as well on you as it did on the others. You still had to do whatever he ordered you to, of course, but your mind was never in it. You didn’t have the singular focus about it that all the others did. You still had a heart, had morals.

But she also wasn’t sure why she listened. She could easily turn you in to Dreykov and rat you out for questioning his orders; she’d certainly be forced to if Dreykov had ever asked her about you. There would be no question about your fate. You’d be killed immediately, written off as just another failure.

Yet, Dreykov had never asked, and when she helped you after you took the life of your first victim, it was like some part of her was forever stuck to you and she couldn’t pull away if she tried. So she did her best to appeal to you, convince you to stay on the mission, even tried to adjust the mission plans so that she was the one taking the kill and not you. But this time, both of you needed to infiltrate, and you’d likely be the one pulling the trigger.

“Besides, it’s not like this one has any good in him. He had it coming.”

“But his family,” you murmured. From your stakeout point, you had the perfect view of the house’s kitchen. The man’s husband and his two kids laughed around the table as they got ready for their day. Someone had turned on the radio a bit earlier, and they danced as they prepared their things. You wouldn’t be taking their lives, but you sure would be ruining them. “They’ve done nothing wrong. They don’t know who he really is. This will destroy them.”

Yelena stayed silent as she continued to fiddle with her weapon. You two wouldn’t move in until later, when the target’s family had left for the day, but she liked to be prepared.

“Maybe I can leave a note or something.” That had Yelena looking up instantly.

“No. No, Y/N, you cannot do that.”

“It won’t be long, just a quick wri-” The blonde stood up and clapped a hand over your mouth.

“Writing a letter could be used to track us down. We cannot leave something like that behind. We can’t leave anything behind. Dreykov wants us in and out. Do you understand?” She could tell from the way that your eyes started to shine that you did. There was no other way about it. And she didn’t mean to be harsh, but she had to if you were going to stay alive.

“But they deserve to know, Leni.” Yelena knew exactly what you were talking about.

“This man is not the same one as the first you killed, Solee. He is not innocent. His family will find out the truth, they always do.” When you finally nodded, she lifted her hand away and returned to her seat beside you. 

-

“You’re quiet.” Yelena’s concern was clear from the way she pursed her lips together. The gravel dug into your palms as you leaned back even further onto them. You looked at your feet before responding, rolling your ankles as if sitting there for less than an hour was the most arduous thing you ever had to do.

“I’m just tired.” Someone else might’ve asked how much sleep you had gotten the night before or asked you if you had your morning cup of coffee. But Yelena wasn’t someone else, and she knew you never really slept and you hated coffee. And she knew physical exhaustion wasn’t your problem.

“It’ll be okay, Solee.”

“Who’s going to tell them that?” You nudged your chin in the direction of the group of three as they ran into the car. They were running late, but they all still had smiles on their faces. You wondered how soon that would change. Yelena didn’t respond; she didn’t know how to. So she settled for resting a hand over yours as the two of you watched the family pull out of the driveway. It was time.

-

“Solee, what are you doing? We need to get out of here.”

“I can’t just leave like this. I can’t leave them like this.” Your hands were practically shaking as you paced the length of the kitchen, the same one the target’s family had been in that same morning. Technically it was still morning. You had the letter drafted. You’d been thinking of the exact words you needed to write. All you needed was Yelena’s approval, and-

“They will be ok-”

“They will not be okay! Pain doesn’t always make you stronger, Leni, it doesn’t!” Yelena froze as you collapsed to your knees in tears, but she quickly burst into action, pulling you up and into her arms. A glance at the window told her that you two were safe for the time being, but you had to get back before Dreykov became suspicious.

“Solee, now is not the time to be having this conversation. You will be killed if you do this, you know that. I’m sorry, but we really need to go.” Part of Yelena’s heart shattered when you pulled yourself together in less than a second, going from a sobbing, devastated girl to a composed spy in the blink of an eye. She hated that you had to do that. That you knew how to do that. But the other part of her heart soared because it meant that you were still trying, still pushing. And if she was honest with herself, some part of her hoped it was because of her that you were still going.

“There is never time to have this conversation, Leni. And is all this really worth it?”

-

“Yelena, Y/N! Dreykov wishes to see you. Now.” The two of you met Madame B’s gaze, each giving her a slight nod before slipping away from the rest of the group to find his office. Neither of you spoke as Yelena fell into step with you.

“Another mission, you think?” You shrugged, your face indifferent, causing the blonde to frown. You’d been closed off, cold even, since the two of you had come back from the mission. She’d been trying to get you to crack even the smallest of smiles, but all of her efforts had been nothing but futile. “Solee, what’s wrong? Please, tell me.”

“Nothing’s wrong, Leni. Let’s just see what Dreykov wants, yeah?” The spy finally nodded when the corner of your lip curled up slightly. It was barely noticeable, but it was something, and that was the best you’d given her or anyone else these past few days. So she forced herself to push past the tight knot forming in her gut and walk with you silently to meet Dreykov.

The second the two of you made it into Dreykov’s office, the door was shut, and Yelena almost let out a yell when you were hit across the face. Wow, whatever you were hit with was hard.

“Which one of you let it slip?”

“I- I don’t- what are you talking about?” It took everything in the blonde to not let her temper get the best of her. Of course, she couldn’t do anything, but she sure as hell wanted to. Rather than explaining verbally, Dreykov launched a live news feed on a screen that covered the entire wall. The camera focused on the target’s family as a headline below read: “Family Blindsided By Assassination of Major Mob Boss.” The two of you had mere seconds to soak up what was going on before Dreykov spoke up again, his voice now more even.

“A betrayal like this could get us revealed. So, which one of you pathetic fools let it slip?”

“We don’t know what you’re talking about,” you spat out after composing yourself. “Neither of us said anything to anybody.” Dreykov narrowed his eyes at you as he approached.

“Listen here, Y/N. You may be one of my best, but don’t think for one second that I won’t have you killed. Those lies will not work here. Tell me the truth.” He could threaten you all he wanted to, force you to tell the truth no matter how badly you wanted to keep a secret; he could do anything to you, make you do anything. But you weren’t scared. Adrenaline was rushing through your veins, but you were tired of the Red Room and its horrors. You were done.

“I. Am. Not. Lying.” You barely noticed it, but a flash of surprise swept across the man’s face for just a moment. You weren’t too surprised by it; it wasn’t like the other girls had been so bold when they addressed him. And you supposed the blood dripping down your face made you a bit more intimidating. But just as quickly as the look appeared, it was gone, and he turned to Yelena.

“Yelena? The same thing goes for you. You are good, I’ll admit, and it would be such a shame to lose you, but if one of you doesn’t come clean, there could be… consequences.” Yelena opened her mouth to deny it. She knew nothing about how the reason for the assassination could have been discovered; to her knowledge, neither of you did. You were both innocent. But, as she opened her mouth to talk, Dreykov turned away, one hand to his ear. Seconds later, he turned back to the two of you, a smile on his face.

“Never mind, my darlings. You may go now. I will handle this. Oh, and Y/N? Go get that cut checked out. I’m afraid it looks rather deep.”

-

Several days later, it was publicly revealed that the target had numerous deals slipping through. Many people were mad at him, and he was getting desperate. A suicide note was carefully slipped into the target’s home—how could the police be so careless as to miss that?—and everything was forgotten. But the permanent scar you had going across your eyebrow would never let you forget it. It would never let you forget how, once again, Yelena had saved your life.

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You looked down on the brightly lit kitchen and were immediately hit with a sense of deja vu. It was a woman this time, and the kids were older, but it was the same.

No. No, it wasn’t the same. Because this man was innocent. He’d done nothing more than pick up a hard drive one of the rookie Widows had dropped. And while she’d been punished, he now had to be dealt with.

It also wasn’t the same because Yelena wasn’t here with you.

It’d been two months since Yelena had “gone rogue,” or at least that’s what everyone else called it. But you knew what it really meant. Yelena had been freed. She was no longer trapped under the influence of Dreykov. She didn’t have to be a killing machine anymore. But she also didn’t have to be with you. She can’t be with you, you reminded yourself. If you saw her, you would have to kill her whether you wanted to or not. And if not having Yelena with you was hell, then killing her would be… killing her would be the end of you.

But hell certainly wasn’t fun. With Yelena gone, that left you in charge of most missions. Dreykov was supposed to be overseeing, but you hadn’t heard much from him recently. Nevertheless, the missions kept coming, which meant you still had a job you had to do. A job you couldn’t do. You didn’t have the same objectiveness as Yelena. You couldn’t cut out your emotions to see the bigger picture, and with Yelena gone, it would be so much easier to just… be done with everything. But there was always that one thing nagging you. It rang in your head every time your hand brushed just over your brow and every time that man’s pleas rang in your ears.

You did not come this far in the Red Room to give up now, Solee.

So you’d do your best to stay alive in hell, but to be completely honest, you weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last.

-

“Y/N, you ready? Target is in place.”

“I’m ready. Remember, we make this one quick. This man died of a tragic heart attack.” You had the syringe in your pocket. Normally, Dreykov would prefer you to stage it as murder. But this man was innocent, and Dreykov hadn’t been responding to your communication attempts in ages. So the team followed your lead. “Understood?”

“Copy.” With confirmation coming in from your earpiece, you made your way down from your hideout, taking care to avoid being spotted by the occasional passerby or home security camera. You had several Widows posted around the area to alert you of potential obstacles, and two Widows would enter the house with you in case of any unforeseen troubles, but this should be an easy job. Once again, this man was innocent. How many precautions would a man take for his safety if he had no reason to believe he was in danger?

But when you had your eyes locked on the target and asked for a report from your accompanying widows, your earpiece stayed silent. A quick check-in with those in the perimeter showed that nothing suspicious was going on inside, which meant there must’ve been something, someone else, in that house.

A quick glance at your watch had you cursing. You’d been staking this man out for a few weeks now, and his mother was scheduled to come to the house in less than thirty minutes. You didn’t have much time to find out what was going on with the other two Widows. Get the man first, worry about them later, you decided. They were highly trained; whatever was going on couldn’t be that bad. But just as you swung out, syringe in hand, you were tackled to the side, and the needle flew out of your grasp. So this is what took out the other Widows. But you weren’t going down that eas-

“Leni?” Your eyes widened in shock for a second before you immediately charged at her. And no matter how loudly your brain was screaming at you to stop, your body was on autopilot, and, now, completely submitting to the orders of someone that wasn’t you, it was the most ruthless it had ever been. It was demonstrating in full force just how you had earned your reputation as one of the Red Room’s best. And while this was a reputation you had always been ashamed of, you had never hated yourself so much as you did when you attacked Yelena. Luckily for you, she was also one of the best.

“This is so completely and utterly stupid, Leni,” you managed to grit out as you tripped her to the floor. “What are you thinking?”

“Don’t,” Yelena paused to avoid another punch in her direction, “worry about me. I’m trying to help you, you fool!”

“You’re trying to get yourself killed!”

“I’m sorry, Solee.” Before you had time to retort, the two Widows you’d been looking for stumbled into the room. Unlike attacking Yelena like you thought they would, they slammed you to the ground before you had time to land a kick to Yelena’s torso. The shock of their attack was enough to keep you down for a second, just fast enough for a vial of red dust to explode across your face. 

Yelena studied your face as you were exposed to the chemical agent, waiting desperately to see the telltale signs of disorientation that showed it was working. Much to her dismay, they never came, but she soon realized why as your eyelids slowly shut. When they reopened, your face was brighter than she’d ever seen it, a small smile gracing your lips.

“It’s over,” you laughed, immediately jumping into her arms. “It’s really… it’s really over?”

“It’s over, Solee. You’re done. Never again.”

-

A knock at the door brought your eyes away from the window and towards the blonde, a smile automatically growing at the sight of her. “Hey, you comfortable? Do you need anything? I brought a sweatshirt. It’s one of mine, but you should borrow it. It gets a bit cold at night.” You took the gray piece of clothing from the former spy with a grateful nod.

“So this is where you’ve been all this time?” You looked around the bedroom once more. It was nothing special, literally just a room with a gray dresser and a bed in a wood frame surrounded by white walls, but it was yours. Well, technically you didn’t own it, but you would get to sleep here, by yourself; Yelena had even told you that the two of you could go out to get some decorations for it later.

“We move around as we need to, but yes, we’ve been here for some time.” She paused, the silence not quite like the comforting one that usually fell between the two of you. She was waiting for something. To ask something. “Do you like it?”

“Are you kidding me?” The blonde relaxed at your laugh. “I love it. And the other Widows do too. That’s seven of us that you’ve saved today, eight if you count that man, and eleven if you count his family.” Yelena shook her head gently at the last part of your sentence. Nothing meant more to her than her family, but she was amazed at your compassion, caring not just about your family, but the family of every person you ever came across. “Do you always save this many people in one day?”

“Only on the good days,” Yelena sighed softly.

“Today was a good day then?”

“The best.” When Yelena’s hands slipped into yours, you watched the link just as carefully as she watched you as she made the connection. You weren’t pulling away, but you weren’t… you weren’t moving. Yelena could feel her heart stop beating, her throat closing, her diaphragm freezing. You guys had never moved past a friendship, but she’d always assumed it was because you never could. But maybe the real reason was that you didn’t want it to be anything more than that. Maybe-

“Why, because I’m finally here to make things fun?” It was that one joke, accompanied by a squeeze of her hands, that brought her body back to life.

“No, because we had mac and cheese for dinner,” she scoffed. “Always so humble, huh?”

“Yep, that sounds just like me.” The two of you fell into a fit of giggles, just like you always did when you were together. But this time it was different. For once in your lives, there was nothing holding you back. There were no targets to eliminate, no families to destroy, no Dreykov or Madame B telling you to stop being so pathetic and get on with it already. You were both free at last.

“Leni,” the soft call of her voice had the blonde meeting your eyes. You pulled her hands closer to you before you spoke, effectively pulling Yelena closer to you. “Thank you-”

“You have nothing to thank me for, Solee, I-”

“I have everything to thank you for, Leni. You saved me the first time you helped me, and that time you didn’t let me write that letter, and now today. I don’t know how much longer I could’ve kept going if you didn’t free me today. You saved my life.”

“And you give me life, Solee. Nothing in the Red Room was real. The fake pity Dreykov gave us, the ‘purpose’ that they gave us, none of it. But you were, and you still are, the only thing I knew to be real during all those years in that hellhole. You are my heart and soul.” Oh. Soul-y. That was the nickname. “You are the reason I am here today. So thank you.” You watched as she brought the palm of your hand up to her cheek. But when she turned to press a kiss to your hand, your eyes closed on their own accord, as if they knew it was too much to watch her perform the intimate action. You didn’t want to watch it, you needed to feel it.

And feel it you did. The warmth of her lips against your calloused hands, the gentle yet strong support of her fingers wrapped around yours... in less than twenty-four hours you had gone from hell to absolute heaven.

You slowly opened your eyes when her lips were replaced by her cheek.

“Feel good, Souly?” The former spy asked with a chuckle. You hummed, studying her face before responding.

“I can think of something else that might be better.” Yelena simply quirked an eyebrow at you, but the slight smirk on her lips told you she knew exactly what you might be referring to. So with one last flicker of your eyes from her eyes to her lips and back to her eyes, you closed the gap between the two of you—or maybe she did, you honestly weren’t sure—and your lips melted into hers. All the emotions you had felt, were feeling, and could ever feel were poured into the kiss. It was sweet, gentle, and pure, your stomach aflutter with butterflies and your chest swelling with joy, but it was also raw, passionate, and emotional, saying more than two emotionally constipated former assassins ever could.

You two finally separated with your foreheads pressed together, puffs of air being exhaled against each other’s lips as you attempted to fill your lungs with the oxygen it had been deprived of for so long.

It was a while before either of you even thought about speaking again. But there was no need to, not right now. You could talk about what you were later. For now, both of you were perfectly content to stay in each other’s embrace; she, having your whole heart, and you, her soul.

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🏷 : @vancityfire13

[darktangledwhispers]

There is collected horrors upon me. (Kurapika X Reader) N-S-F-W

𝕿𝖂: 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋-𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖒, 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉....

I am randomly here now. Don't mind. Just read why don't you?

☂ Collecting your thoughts, racing through your head, you hated this horrid nightmare that kept replaying over and over. He always managed to be one step ahead of you, in everything. His color-changing eyes delved with the witness of torture beyond no imagination, blonde and never-ending soft hair that practically glided through his fingers every time he was stressed. That's what lured you in and now he is right there. In your reach. But managing to look so far away. The pain in his eyes was like no other. How could you manage to fall for someone that's barely there in their own mind?

He looked up at you, his attention not set on the wet cement anymore, but on your apprehensive figure. His lips were parted, you seemed to be staring at them for too long because once he spoke, the movement had startled you.

"Did I interest you that much?" His slick voice escapes his mouth, sounding deeper than before. "I was worried you would stop following me." He stood up, managing to almost tower over you.

You scoffed, feigning disinterest before turning your head back to him. "Why would I ever stop? You're my only lead." You look at him with desperation almost, hoping he won't run this time. Although that was a silly thought. He rarely stayed long enough for you to collect yourself. He always left you breathless. The scent of him caught in your throat as he leaned forward, his eyes flickered down to your lips before looking back up. Kurapika had never once smelt anything around bad. He always smelled like the fresh crisp smell of honey drizzled all over redwood, a sweet but harsh scent, it always made you picture a beautiful forest that had the best dark secrets.

"Why haven't you tried to make me tell you anything yet then?" You didn't expect to hear those words come from him. It left you a little shocked. How hasn't he disappeared yet? It used to be so easy for him too. Now he hit the nail on the head... And so unexpected.

"Why haven't you told me anything if you knew?" You managed to come back with a witty response, a raindrop hitting your nose but you never let your gaze move away from him, afraid that if you even blinked, he would be gone. A smile appeared on his face, only for a split second before he went back to his usual deadpan expression. It tugged at your heartstrings, your knees feeling a little heavier than usual.

"You're right. But what if I liked seeing your skill (F/N)?" Once your name left his lips a shiver ran down your spine.

"How do you know my name?" Your voice wavered now, a little frightened at how he managed to find out. It would've taken a lot for someone to find your name, if not years. You barely told anyone your name.

More raindrops found their way onto your burgundy coat and on Kurapika's reddish-pink nose. It looked like he was really cold from the flush on his cheeks. He looked down, not giving an answer.

Thinking that he would escape now, you sighed and your shoulders dejected, looking at the grey bricked sidewalk. You turned. "You've seen my skill enough then. We weren't supposed to get close like this. I have an objective. So do you." Before you knew it, cold harsh words left your lips. Kurapika's eyes showed a tinge of discomfort to them, the curiosity leaving and replaced with what could only be described as worry. His newfound interest, leaving him? Oh, that wasn't a good thought at all for him. But you didn't know your effect. You thought it was just your silly mind... Playing tricks...

Your dark cerulean boots hit the scattered puddles on the ground, leaving the traumatized blonde on his own, his mouth agape slightly. Was he the one being left behind now? No. That couldn't happen. That wasn't happening. He tensed up as he chased after your disappearing figure, a new feeling taking over him, desperation.

His black dress pants were getting wet on the edges and his shoes becoming littered with water droplets. Your confused (E/C) eyes entered his sight as soon as he came to a halt, only three feet away from you. The boy was confused, it was jumbled all onto his face. Why was he following you? He did have one objective. He needed to focus but you were the only thing on his mind lately. That's why he led you here... Right?

"You can't leave. I haven't said-"

"Yet you can when it's me the one talking." You interrupted him, a glare sent his way. He looked down and then back up, his breathing rigid, his brown eyes flickering to a scarlet which made you stop everything altogether.

"I was afraid." The truth practically dripped from his lips from that moment. His eyes showed all the vulnerability. Why was he opening up to you like this now? Why is he trying to mess with you? You gritted your teeth, shaking your head. "Please leave."

"Why?" He asked, stepping closer to you, realizing he's managing to get through to you. He knew it was wrong to slowly force you to open yourself to the idea of letting him talk but he needed to speak his mind. You were giving in to his little trap.

"You're making a mistake Kurapika. You're making me make a mistake." You shook your head and backed away, trying your best to understand what he needed to say so badly but there were no clues. "You're giving me the wrong idea..." You muttered, your heavy breathing could be seen in the cold air, letting off a fog.

He slowly walked to you until he was only a couple centimeters apart, his scarlet eyes staring deep into yours. You were getting lost in them, your breath hitching. His face... So close... It reminded you of when you first saw him, standing on the rooftop, peering down at the auction house. It was only until later on, you had realized that he had become the Mafia leader. You knew then he could help you but you didn't realize that he was going to try to help in multiple ways. Especially like this.

"Who told you it was the wrong idea?" He had no idea what he was saying, he just followed what his heartbeat was telling him and it was pointing to you in over a million different ways and languages in his head. His lips were slowly coming closer to yours, the rain had picked up but both of you were too distracted to notice. His nose touched yours, the excitement erupted in your stomach as the Kurta pushed you against a wall of one of the buildings. Good thing he picked this time... The city had no one wandering around at this time.

"Back away Kurapika..." Your voice gave it all away, how unsure you were, how much you wanted this boy's lips on yours. It expressed everything to Kurapika at that moment and he took it as a sign to move forward, his lips crashing onto yours.

They were soft, the slight taste of liquor was on them but not enough to cringe at. You made a note of that. 'Guess he likes to indulge in his own regrets...' You gripped onto the lapels of his suit, a groan muttering out his mouth and into yours. You could feel the wetness of his hair against you from the rain, the raindrops mixing in with the kiss before you pulled away. There was a relief of some tension as you looked into his eyes. But they were still burning red.

It was obvious. He didn't just want one simple kiss...

He wanted more.

Everything from then on was a blur, from the trip to his place, to how your clothes slowly littered his marble living room floor, to where you were getting observed by him... Underneath him... His intense gaze never left you, every little inch he observed of your skin, littering kisses, a little lovebite. You'll never get the feeling of his teeth lightly grazing and latching onto your skin ever out of your mind. Never. He was intoxicating. Everything about him was intoxicating you.

"Keep looking at me like that... So I can keep it in my head forever..." He whispers, his lips pressing against your neck now as his hands explore the sides of your body. Rough and still soft... It made you shiver as you looked at the white ceiling. His bed was huge and it made you wonder how he even slept in it lonely but that thought quickly got suppressed in your mind as he found your sweet spot. A moan left your lips unexpectedly, his grip tightening on the bedsheets once he heard what he'd been waiting for. He continued to abuse that spot, his teeth pressing in now, the taste of your skin messing him up slowly. You groaned.

He stopped once he knew left quite the mark on you, his kisses becoming rougher and his hands clearly impatient as they started to travel more. Sounds kept slipping out of you, driving him to slowly lose it. He couldn't take it anymore.

He gripped onto your wrists tightly, marks were going to be on them later, a foreign feeling pushing into you and before you know it you were screaming because of him. He changed his rhythm every time he knew you got comfortable, his own expression twisted in pleasure. There was a little blood surrounding his mouth. You knew he didn't mean to... He couldn't help it.... He just used his canines too much... And you didn't care.

"Kurapika..." You muttered against his collarbone, your nails pressed against his back. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as he tried his best to not hurt you again. He was afraid he would go too rough.

"I... love you..." Kurapika looked into your eyes, both of you shared your feelings through a kiss, his grip tightening fully as he couldn't hold back anymore, using all his strength until he made you tremble underneath him... Until you made his back bleed with scratches... Until he knew you wouldn't be able to speak that clearly the next day... He wanted those little reminders of this night to stay with you for a little longer and to stay with him too. He never wanted to forget this.

As soon as your second time flooded through your body, that's when he let go himself, letting everything out inside of you. The feeling making you shake before he collapsed next to you.

Both of you panting. You looked at him, his hair was sticking to his forehead and his eyes back to that beautiful hue of brown. Not that his scarlet wasn't just as beautiful.

"You d-didn't let me say it back..." You huffed, pulling yourself closer to him, trying your best to recover, and like he predicted, your voice was raspy.

"Your face was saying it for you." His laugh danced through your ears like a sweet melody as he moved some of your hair behind your ear before kissing you on the forehead and getting up. "Let me get you cleaned up." His arms were felt under you before you were lifted into his hold, his smile staying on his features longer than before.

You couldn't say anymore, your vocal cords were already strained enough and he understood. He didn't even question why you didn't speak while he cleaned your body. He kept a sincere gaze, washing every single spot, not missing anything. That was until he came across your old scars, a finger tracing them before a concerned gaze met with you.

"You hurt yourself?" Kurapika's voice held a hurt but gentle tone, of course, there were multiple scars on him but he could automatically tell when it was self-harm. He couldn't just leave that.

A sad face decorated yours, looking away, and he decided to bring it up another time. "You're still beautiful." He reassured you. "I won't think anything less of you. Just informing you." He looked up at you with a warm smile and you looked at him in awe, tears brimming your eyes at the sweet words. It was like he read your mind. With that, he pulled you into a hug, soon dressing you, making sure you're comfortable and then laying with you. And as you started to fall asleep, he comforted you on the way there.

"Your secrets are safe with me... (F/N)..."

[miyuhpapayuh]

Where You Belong.

It'd been two weeks since their breakup— if you can even classify it, as one.

Their relationship wasn't always rocky. Y'lan did everything to make sure that she was happy and taken care of and she did the same for him, but Cici began to feel neglected as time went on.

His job started to become his main focus and petty arguments became an everyday occurrence, until she got tired and moved out of his apartment, and into one of her own.

As of late, she's been enjoying being single, cumming and going as she pleases.

"So... when do I get the pleasure of seeing you, again?" Standing at the bottom of the steps, Cici and her new favorite man candy stand centimeters away from each other's lips, underneath the orange hued sun.

"Hm, you might be luckier than you think." The smitten man peers down at her, placing wet kisses on her lips.

"Mm., yo pretty ass better call me."

"Maybe I will....," she steps away from him and towards the door, her hand placed on the handle. "Maybe I won't."

"It's like that?" He asks with a raised brow.

"Always. Goodnight.," she sing-songs, unlocking the door and disappearing behind it.

Kicking her furry slides off, she sighs as the fluffy rug aides to her aching feet. Her phone starts ringing as she makes her way down the hall.

"Hello?," she answers, not even caring to look at the caller ID.

"So, you movin' on and ain't think to tell me?," Y'lan's irritated voice sounds through, causing her to roll her eyes.

"We gotta do this, tonight? I just had a great day and you're ruining it."

"Well, excuse me for being a fucking inconvenience.—"

"Yes., excuse you. You know, you got a lot of fucking nerve, calling me just to fuss at me about some shit that don't even fucking concern you.—"

"Since when does this not concern me?”

"Since your job became your whole fucking like, Y'lan!, are you kidding me?!" The huff that sounds on his end, further pisses her off.

"You just stopped caring. You were always working and always tired and I tried my hardest to be present, while you just sat there. You weren't the man that I feel in love with, anymore."

"Cici, I've been trying to apologize for the longest time, now. I know I wasn't there, like I should've been."

"Well, it's too late for that."

"Why?"

"Cause, I've been doin' this song and dance with you for too fucking long!," she leans against the wall by her bedroom. "I'm sure you out there fucking 'who knows what', so stop worrying about what I'm doing."

She hangs up and heads into her room, face planting onto the sheets and instantly knocking out.

Somewhere around midnight, Cici’s awaken by incessant banging on her front door.

"Ugh!", as she saunters down the hall, the banging grows louder, instantly annoying her. "Okay... either shut the fuck up or wait for me to open the door."

"Open it up, then." Rolling her eyes, she unlocks it and snatches it open, watching him walk in like he owns the place. Closing and locking the door back behind herself, she turns and leans against it, crossing her arms over her chest, her cleavage damn near spilling over.

Y'lan stands a few feet away from her, giving her a hard glare. "Can I help you?" She asks.

"You wanna help me understand why you hung up on me? You know I hate that shit."

"You're such a fucking baby. I didn't give enough of a shit to hear you explain whatever it is that made you act like I was no longer your girlfriend. I moved on and you should too, quit—"

"What?!," he cuts her off. She holds up her pointer finger in his direction.

"—quit!, calling me and harassing me about what and who I'm doing." His brow raises.

"Oh, so that's why you been hangin' up on me and shit. You got a new man in them walls and forgot, huh?" He strides over to her, now just a few inches from her face.

"I'm not a woman that waits. You know that. I've got needs and you weren't fulfilling them. Where's your roster of hoes at?"

"You really think I'm just out here fucking? That's all I'm about?" He questions, a crease in his left brow.

"That's how you used to be, who's to say that it still isn't?"

"Me!," he yells, pointing to his chest. "What's wrong with you?"

"You're what's wrong with me. I hate you.," she snarls, pushing him back. He grips her wrist, beaming back, this time closer to her face.

"You need that attitude fixed."

"Fix it, then."

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A thick, sticky air shrouds the two bodies inside their bedroom. Pants, moans and grunts compete against the incessant slapping of their skin.

"Fuuuckk.... you feel so damn good, baby," she moans, taking her bottom lip between her teeth, again.

"Wet ass pussy.... I should fuckin' kill you." He grunts, before wrapping his large hand around her neck, thrusting deeper into her.

"Ahn! I'm sorry!"

"Shut the fuck up." Her hand reaches out for his thigh, as he begins to hit her spot.

"Oh fuck! You're gonna make me cum!"

"Cum on this dick." Her body jerks twice, while her pouty and swollen lips allow her foul praises, through.

"Come're." Pulling her up by her hair, his thrusts pick up speed, leaving her mouth to hang ajar.

"He gave it to you like this?"

"Nooooo.... fuck!" She quietly answers, making him move his hand back around her neck, tightly.

"I can't hear you, baby.... say it again." He grunts, dipping his hips into hers.

"No, baby!"

"He make you cum like I do?"

"No— unh!" Her toes curl, feeling him slow down some to dig into her.

"Then, why you keep fuckin' playin' with me, baby?" Moving his hand up to grab her chin, he speeds back up, the clapping of their skin refills the room.

"I'm n-not playiiiiinnng!— unh!, unh!, unh!,..." her fingers grip onto the foot board for dear life.

"I'm sorry!," she cries, feeling another orgasm brewing.

"You sorry, huh?!"

"Yes!"

"You sorry for givin' Daddy's pussy away?" Her eyes roll back as every thrust begins to hit her spot.

"Fuck— yesssss,"

"For tellin' Daddy how much you hate him?" He emphasizes his pained question with a rough stroke, sending a scream through her.

"I didn't mean it, Daddy! Fuck, I love this dick!" Her head hangs forward.

"Ohh fuuccck.... aah! I love this dick, babyyy— I love you!"

"I love yo bratty ass, too. Throw that shit back on Daddy." She bounces back on his lap, feeling him throb against her.

"Feels so good, Daddy!" One hand grips his forearm and the other searches for something to latch onto.

"You boutta cum again, baby?" He taunts in her ear, slowly dragging his girth in and out of her tightening cove.

"Ffff—" her eyes roll back as her peak begins to rear its head.

"Talk to me, babygirl."

"Yes! I'm gonna cum!" Her body hunches forward as her essence drips down her leg. She reaches back for his thigh, pulling him closer.

"Don't st-stop," her top half goes limp on the bed, giving him more leverage to demolish her without a fight.

"Fuck!, I'm gonna cum, again!" Her legs begin to tremble as he third orgasm rushes through, just as quick, making way for another. She presses a hand over her clit, hissing at the overstimulation.

"–—shhhiiiiiit!" Her quaking frame almost hits the ground as she cums again. His big hands hold her up, continuing to dig into her.

"Okay, baby!..... I can't take it— fuck!, ooh!, ooh!, ooh!...." replaying like a broken record, she squeezes against him. He moans in response, stilling for a second.

"You can't handle it, huh?"

"You're killing me, baby... I need a break—" pulling her up from the bed, he presses her against the wall and wraps his hand around the front of her throat.

"You don't deserve a fuckin' break.," the venom in his speech makes her thighs clench around him. "You gon' take all this dick, you understand me?"

"Yes, Daddy,." The lust in her eyes doubles for him. She grabs the back of his head and smashes their lips together, moaning as he grips her fat ass with both hands.

Reaching between them with her free hand, she guides the head of his dick back between her slit, her mouth dropping open as he slides back inside.

"All that shit,..." he reminds her, digging as deep as possible.

"Oh shit...,—it feels so good, baby!" She wraps her arms around his neck and hides her face.

"Shit... you test my patience... all the fucking time.," he growls in her ear, causing a smile to break out on her lips.

"Only, because you let me." Laying her head back on the wall, she stares at him, biting down on her lip at the way his muscles flex.

"I got you that spoiled, huh?" He asks. She nods, closing her eyes as the pleasure begins to slowly build.

"Yes, baby." Pulling her away from the wall, he lays her back on the bed, beginning to move against her, like a serpent. Her hands latch onto his back.

"Oh!," her lips part, her moans swallowed in his many kisses. "Fuck, baby!"

"You feel me, girl?" He grunts against her lips.

"Yes... I feel youuuu!"

"You want this nut, babygirl?"

"Yesss, gimme that nut....," lifting her legs up, she grips the back of her thighs, giving him the leverage he needs.

"Unh,.... such a fucking brat." His hands fall above hers, gripping her flesh as he drives into her, madly.

"Fuck meeee!," she moans, digging her nails into his thighs.

His deep moans multiply as he gets closer, the muscles is his back working overtime, flexing underneath the streetlights outside her window.

"Shit!, I'ma bust all in this shit, you hear me?"

"Yes baby!," she screeches, clenching around him.

"Ah shit... uh! Fuck.... mmmm!," his pounding comes to an abrupt stop as his orgasm rushes through him. His head lolls back at the feeling.

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[wornoutmouse]

Last one I promise to stop bothering you ahhhhh . Can we plz get a Iida Tenya (pro hero age) smut (I love this guy) like maybe you reader catching him jerking off can you imagine prim and proper tenya doing dirty things? And things get crazy after:) thank you for listening to the rambles of a crazy woman

Your wish is my command

We all know Iida has a big dick right?

And yes i looked up black hairstyles cause i just started doing my own hair leave me alone 🤚🏿

Dubious Consent, blackmail, squirting

Working for the Iida family was honest but harsh work. They strived for professionalism and didn’t allow mistakes, no matter how small. With each member holding a leading title in almost every section of Japan, it was a no-brainer that you would choose to work with them. The only problem was, your socially oblivious boss.

One would think that as the new Ingenium’s sidekick, you would have an insider’s look into his personality and lifestyle, but that was farthest from the truth. For the 2 years that you’ve worked alongside him, you had been kept at a distance and forced mainly to handle the paperwork.

According to him, until he was sure you could handle yourself on the field, you needed to stay away from danger. In hindsight, you would have understood that choice and would have been completely fine with it. However the fact you couldn't m could never learn to handle yourself in the feels if you were never allowed on the feels was a glowing contradiction

Spending time with your boss was informative yet draining. He always set an example of a good business deal and would always explain things you didn’t understand.

The downside however, was his obsession with the non-existent dress code. Since you don’t do any outside work lately, you never put on your hero costume. So i you were always dressed in normal clothes, and every last one of them he had something to critique about.

“Here’s your coffee Mr. Iida.” The bluenette man hummed his appreciation and you turn to sit back at your corner desk.“Miss L/n….”

You tense, preparing yourself as the sound of his chair scraping against the hardwood floors announced his incoming presence. His heavy footsteps loomed closer until he stopped just barely behind you.

Your legs are kicked apart and you find your boss kneeling below you with a measuring tape. “I am appalled, your skirt is 4 centimeters away from the recommended 5 inches above the knee, we do not run a brothel here, please respect the code Miss L/n!”

You sighed, it was best to just go along with his antics. “Yes, Mr. Iida, I’m sorry for my ignorance.” As you bowed you faintly heard a small choking sound and Iida’s hands grabbed your shoulders to raise you back up. “I’ll have none of that bowing, it was a simple mistake.” He pushed up his glasses before stiffly walking back to his desk.

When he came back into view, his face was slightly flushed from what you assumed to be the heat, “I am printing something in the room below, do you mind getting it for me?” You nod and headed out the door. It may have been your imagination but you could have sworn you heard a faint curse word coming from your boss’s mouth.

Reaching the lower room was quick and effortless so you sat and waited for the presumed paperwork Iida was printing. Many of your coworkers passed you with pitying looks that you did your best to ignore. You knew that this life was not one strived for by an aspiring hero but you couldn’t just up and leave.

Your head began to itch slightly. Why is it taking so long to print? While you pondered the situation, you watched a short woman walk up to the copy machine and begin copying her own set of work. You felt your eye twitch, there wasn’t anything even programmed to print.

You stood up and quickly made your way back to your office. Stepping inside, you look blandly at your enclosed room. The memory of your boss's large windowed room flashes through your mind and you decide to work out there instead.

As you walked to the door that connected your office to his, you tilt your head curiously as a loud muffled growl comes from inside. "F-Fuck yes, suck that cock!"

His voice was guttural, and the words were something you would never dream of him saying. But what stuck out to you more was where it was all happening. I know this man ain't screwing at work!!

Without thinking you barge into the room and your jaw drops at the sight.

Sitting in your chair, was your boss, Tenya Iida. His hair was disheveled and his suit was reduced to nothing but his white shirt and open slacks. He was flushed from the neck up and sweat had accumulated in his brow.

Held tightly in his right hand was his dick and it was just as dodged as him. It was also bigger than you imagined

….not that you even imagined it in the first place.

Angry blue eyes dart up to look at you through low hanging bangs and you realised you had been staring. "This is uh… Sorry!" You internally cringe at the fact you stuttered.

As you turn around to leave, you are restricted by Iida's voice. "Stop." Almost as if in a horror movie, you turn back to him slowly and it takes all your willpower not to look down as he had shamefully left his manhood out.

You press yourself against the door as you watched Iida remove his glasses and place them on your desk. "It's rude not to knock Miss L/n." You swallow shallowly when he raises a finger to motion you forward and for a moment you lose all rational as you soon found yourself standing in front of him.

His legs were spread wide open and his dick looked like it was ready to bust any moment. The tip had become an even darker red hue, contrasting ironically with the trimmed layer of dark blue curls nestled at the base.

Despite the situation, the man before you sat looking rather relaxed. He slowly rolled up his sleeves and you caught sight of swirling tattoo sleeves wrapping around each bicep. "Come closer Y/n, I promise not to bite very hard."

He had never used your first name before and that seemed to compel you to move closer, allowing him to use your wrist to place you in-between his legs. "There is a very important rule that I have yet to teach you in the world of business."

The trained look he had focused on you left no room for argument as one of his large hands easily wrapped around your upper thigh. A shiver runs up your spine as his thumb strokes your skin slightly under your skirt. "When one has even an ounce of blackmail against you…"

Iida grabs the front of your blouse and uses it as leverage to tug you to the ground. Down there, fingers gingerly comb through your freshly dyed Nubian Twists, "... you need to blackmail them as well, fair trade and all that."

The grip in your scalp tightens and you feel your eyes slightly water at the sharp sting. The other hand still holding his cock, positions it towards your full lips as a silent order. Salty precum covers your mouth and your tongue darts out to lick it off. The sight was porn worthy.

Before you got too carried away, you decided to see how far you could push him. You bring your hands to softly wrap around his member as you gauged his response. "If I agree to this arrangement, what will I get in return?"

Iida sighed as you licked his dick starting from the balls to just below the top, "What do you want, a raise?" You shake your head and kiss a thick vein traveling along his shaft. "I want to work out there, as your official sidekick."

You could tell his patience was running thin as his hips twitched so you wrapped your mouth around the top, pressing the flat of your tongue against the slit. Iida looked down at you, teeth nibbling roughly on his bottom lip. "Why...ah~ why should I let you work anywhere near me after this!?"

In a bout of anger, you accidently let your teeth drag down the sensitive skin. Iida's eyes roll to the back of his head in such a way that you couldn't pinpoint it as a result of pain or pleasure. "I can easily report your victimizing and unprofessional behavior to HR."

Iida's eyebrows furrowed and he yanked you off of his cock. You stand up shakily before being slammed against his glass table. "You got a lot of nerve, making demands yet you're the reason I was being so unprofessional."

Iida slides down to his knees and raises your skirt over your plump ass. You internally groan as you remember the matching baby blue lingerie you were wearing, that was not going to help your case. Iida slaps your right asscheek nice and hard making you moan softly. "Who is this for?"

You decide to play into it, you sway your hips a little and stick your butt out closer to his face. "It's for me, myself, and I." Iida pulls at your panty strap before letting it snap back. You had to admit it stung. Giving attention to your other cheek, a tan hand takes hold of it and squeezes hard.

"And if I let you work with me, what is my reward?" Iida uses his teeth to pull the fabric of your underwear away from your hidden prize. You hummed as if in thought, "Good karma?"

Lips wrap around your clit and suck hard, "Sorry that's not good enough for me." You grind back on his face and relax on his table more. His hot tongue massaged and prodded your lips and clit, but never got close to being inside of you.

"Working as a pro hero is karma filling in itself, but it is stressful. Not enough time for personal focus."

Iida sucked on two of his fingers before siding them up and down your slit, taking extra time to teasingly delve past your opening before retreating just as fast. You groan, "What do you want me to do, suck your dick under the table on weekends?!"

Iida hums as he joins his mouth along with his fingers. You sigh as his large middle finger finally breaches you and sends soothing sparks throughout your body as it rubs against your walls. The combined stimulation of his hot tongue against your clit, and his even warmer fingers barely grazing against your g-spot had you in pure ecstasy.

"As convenient as that sounds, if someone were to find out we'd be in a lot of trouble." At this point you're bouncing back on his fingers giving Iida a show as your pussy squelches around his fingers. Your mouth hands open in soft pants, fogging up the clear glass below you.

Iida stand up as he continues to finger fuck you in the same rythm as he pumps his cock. "How about dinner and we see how that goes? Let's be professional." You side your clenched fists down your sides as Iida removes his fingers and replaces them with his dick.

You wait in anticipation for him to fuck you but he stands completely still, and you then realise that he was waiting for an answer. "You don't think it's a little too late, dinner comes first you know?!"

As much as Iida loved your banter, his dick was so fucking hard that your joke only agitated him.

Leaning over you, he places one hand on the glass table while the other takes hold of your hair, jerking it back. You hiss as your scalp burns for a moment, but that small pain was replaced with a greater one as teeth sank into your shoulder. "If your going to be sidekick material, that attitude is going to have to be worked on now stop testing me before I fuck it out of you."

You roll your eyes and grind down on his dick making him moan, "Fine sergeant dick, I'll be your little trophy wife, in return let me work for once, I didn't go to school for nothing damnit."

Your hair is released so much quicker than you expected that you almost hit your head on the table. Iida chuckles darkly, "Wife? Trophy slut would be a better word for it." Another harsh smack was delivered to your burning bottom, but he was satisfied after long last.

His hips finally press firmly against you as the full length of him is accepted with your pulsating core.You try to talk through the discomfort, "My ring better be huge after this."

Iida laughed sympathetically as he kissed the dark bruise forming from where he bit you. "The biggest money can buy."

The stretch began to feel pleasurable as his thrusts got faster. As a result of course you could feel yourself getting louder as well. "Faster!" Iida grunted as he held your waist to balance himself. Underneath the sound of the wobbling desk, your low groans are heard as the slapping of skin soon becomes more incessant.

"I've been waiting to fuck this lewd bottom for months! Parading around in all them damn form during outfits!"

The feeling of your bosses cock pumping in and out of you was overwhelming as he was ruthless when it came to chasing his own pleasure. Your legs trembled themselves closed, as you received another harsh slap to your ass. By the time this was over, you were sure you were going to be unable to sit.

On the other end, Iida was deeply pleasured by the sight of your ebony skin shaking from the force of each thrust. That's why it was unsurprising when a high pitched moan that most definitely wasn't yours fills the room.

"Ah, yes, I'm going to cum so deep inside of you, I can right? Pretty please!?" The man was practically whimpering as his cock twitched inside of you. If you were honest, you couldn't even answer as you feel his cum fill your insides. Even so, you felt your toes curl as he kept going.

"Come for me Miss L/n!" The shakiness that seeped from his voice as he fucked himself into an overstimulated mess was adorably pathetic. You do your best to reach in between your legs and stimulate your clit.

As you get closer, your cute hole tightens like a vice around Iida's cock and he finds himself coming again in quick spurts just like before. He was unable to take anymore stimulation and weakly pulled out of you before pumping the fingers in your wet heat. "Come on, cum on my fingers Miss. L/n."

You while loudly as you rub your clit faster and like a large wave, an orgasm crashes down on your body making s clear liquid spew from your cunt, wetting the floor.