#ahh the circle of life gotta love it

[marztheincredible]

Since you've been expanding on lore have u headcannond the magic that allows same sex and interspecies couples to have kids?

I answered this on my twitter! But yes!

Obviously the most basic barebones way is to have a surrogate, but the more in depth way would be with magic of course!

For example, with two parents who neither can carry there is a process where they approach a Druid and a Smith. The Druid and Smith are able to craft an artificial womb with their magicks. With this, the soon to be parents can pour their magic and essence into said empty womb and the child will gestate and grow inside just as any other would with care and the variable flow of the parents magic to help develop the child.

The artificial womb is encased with materials that help keep it safe and protected. If the parents were inclined more towards the Smith's skills (which is usually the norm), the womb is encased with Sunsteel. If they wished for more of the Druid's hand in the mix for more spiritual reasons, then Ironbark would be the encasement. Regions may also take a roll in the types of case the womb is held in. Witches and Demons in the Archipelagos of the Left Thigh find shells that've survived the Boiling Sea to encase their future children within them.

When the child is ready to be born, the parents call for a Birthsinger. Birthsingers are essentially healers who've mastered the art of mending through their voice, harmonizing with heartbeats and detecting an illness through dissonance in a Witch or Demonkin own tune emitted by their magic. Remember, forming a spell circle emits noise and it is said a Birthsinger can detect the slightest change in a Witches health by a simple flick of their ear. Here however, as their name suggests, they are a vital part to play in the emergence of new life.

But lest we forget in this AU Belos ruins everything, and since Birthsingers are basically a mix of Healing and Bard magic, they are outlawed, so Healers took over this roll. Not only this, but because the craftsmanship of Smiths diminished and Druids being nearly non existent, their vital role and art of creating the wombs and casings is said to be lost. With restrictions, Witches have found a way to reuse artificial wombs already made, but it does not come without issue.

For one, now it is expensive to request an artificial womb, as fragile and rare as they are now, carrying a child to term within one has also become exceedingly difficult. This in turn over the years since the Empire came to fruitions has cause a decline in birthrates (although they don't want you to know that) which, if you were paying attention in TB, Bump mentions this in his argument with Eda when she was enrolling Luz into Hexside.

"Titan Forget you Blinding Shield! ” Eda curses. “It’s been THIRTY years since I’ve left here and you are still participating in this-!” “ENOUGH!” Bump yells. His magic pulses and for a brief moment Luz can feel the office shake at such a display of power.  Eda goes silent, tight-lipped. Bump’s own breaths come out ragged as his eyes are squeezed shut.  “You don’t think I know what happens to my own students? I have outlived at least a third of all the recent graduating classes. There are only ten children in this year's kinder class, Edalyn! Ten! You don’t think I see what is happening?! You forget yourself, child !” Bump’s voice rises in crescendo, but Eda stands tall, chin raised as she is attacked with harsh words from the man. 

So to wrap it all up short and sweet, yes! Same sex and Interspecies couples can have kids in this AU, quite easily when The Old Ways were alive and rampant. They still can modern day but its much more difficult and surrogacy has taken over more often than not.

[kitten4sannie]

Ok ok listen to me. I need to share this. Drabble idea. woo + san get their ass ate. That's it. That's the ask.

#menow

the gifs pleasee 😭 listen i’m not much of a top but this ask opened my third eye bro like i actually ascended after writing this 😵‍💫 also this is my first time writing from a totally dom perspective but i kinda went off i gotta say 👀 (and i never thought i would have a mommy kink yet here i am 🧍🏻‍♀️) thank you for requesting something so mind-numbingly hot, my friend 🥹🖤

𝒯𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒’𝓈 𝒞𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓎

Boyfriend! Wooyoung x Fem! Reader x Friend! San

Genre: smut

Summary: Things take an interesting turn during game night.

W.C: 2.2k

Warnings: alcohol use, dom! reader, sub! san, sub! wooyoung, threesome, mxm, subspace, use of the word ‘mommy’, sex is referred to as ‘playtime’, praise, oral (receiving), handjob, cum swapping, kissing (it gets a little messy), rimjobs, brief nipple play (m receiving), cum eating

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“So how’s the whole open relationship thing going?” San asked, bringing his almost-empty beer up to his lips and swallowing the rest down.

“Really good,” Wooyoung nodded, leaning back in his chair a bit, one hand holding his uno cards, his other one settled on your thigh.

San tossed the empty beer into the trash and cracked open another one, taking a few chugs of it, letting out a sigh of satisfaction after. “Have you guys had a threesome yet?”

As you were reaching for another card in the deck in front of you, your fingers froze for a second, a crooked smile on your face. “Oh? When did our sex life become such a hot topic?”

“It’s a genuine question,” San explained, shrugging his shoulders, his attention turning to you, watching as you drew a couple cards until you got one that you could use. “So is that a yes or a no?”

Feeling Wooyoung squeezing your thigh and giving you a shy smile, you bit your lip and reached for your own beer, finishing it off. “Want to take a guess, Sannie?”

Your friend poked his tongue into his cheek, his fingers pressing into the cards he was holding, almost causing them to bend. “Mm, I’d put some money down on it being a yes.”

You chuckled, your finger circling the rim of your drink. “Ding ding ding.”

-

One question led to another and before you knew it, you were explaining your last sexual encounter in graphic detail for your boyfriend and friend’s enjoyment, as well as your own.

“Woo loves when he goes last, but I teased him too much last time. He was so hard, he was almost in tears watching me use one of my playthings.” Giggling softly, you lowered your cards down onto the table, opting to take a swig of your beer, knowing the uno game had been long forgotten.

San was on the edge of his seat, gripping his thighs so tightly, his fingertips turned white. “How did you use them?”

Already palming Wooyoung’s hard cock from underneath the table with your free hand, you let out a small huff of air, finding it adorable how flushed San’s face was, though it could’ve been due to the beers he had been chugging that night. “I made them eat me out, of course. I didn’t let them come up for a breather either, but that’s how they prefer it.”

Wooyoung leaned his body against yours, nudging your collarbone with his head like a cat would, emitting a small whine.

You smiled, nuzzling your boyfriend’s head with your cheek. “Ahh, Wooyoung wants to start playtime. Will you be joining us?”

San swallowed so hard you could hear it from across the table, grateful that you couldn’t see how hard he already was.

Your eyes lowered slightly, your fingers squeezing Wooyoung’s pulsing length, hearing him let out a quiet moan. “You look like you want to say something, Sannie.”

“I…um…”

“Spit it out,” you said somewhat harshly, causing your friend to lean himself into the table and bite his lip, watching him take a shaky breath in and out.

“I want that…I want you to treat me like that…and I want Wooyoung to…play with me…”

Glancing over at Wooyoung who was already giving you the same look he always gave you before playtime, you returned your gaze to San. “Now, was that so hard to say?”

Your friend quickly shook his head, his blond hair swaying back and forth.

“Good, now get up.”

-

“Having fun, Sannie?” Lying comfortably on your bed with your legs spread open, you held San’s face down against your cunt, hearing him let out a few muffled noises of approval as he eagerly lapped at your clit.

San caressed your thigh with one hand and used the other to plunge two digits into your dripping hole, his movements only faltering when he felt Wooyoung grab his ass from behind and spread it apart.

“Are you going to taste Sannie while he tastes me, baby?” you asked your boyfriend, knowing he was already deep in subspace.

“Yes, Mommy…” Wooyoung spit on his fingers and rubbed them over San’s entrance, idly prodding at it in order to test the waters. “As long as I don’t touch myself, I can taste him as much as I want, right?”

“That’s right, baby. Now, go on…” You ran your fingers through San’s blond hair, admiring the way he continued to lick and suck at your clit, despite already trembling and moaning from the sensation of Wooyoung’s tongue plunging into him. “Feels good, huh?”

“Uh-huhhh...” San answered, his eyes starting to disappear underneath his heavy eyelids when Wooyoung reached around and began to stroke his cock, his tongue still slipping in and out of him.

“I want you to tongue-fuck my cunt the same way my baby’s giving it to you, Sannie.”

San obeyed, spreading your outer lips apart with his thumbs and shoving his tongue inside your hole, repeatedly pushing it in and out, trying his best to replicate how Wooyoung was pleasuring him. “Ahhn…ahhh…”

“Such a good boy,” you praised shakily, tossing your head back into the pillow behind you, your thighs starting to squeeze around San’s head.

Hearing your moans grow louder and louder, Wooyoung tugged up and down on San’s cock, a fair amount of pre-cum dripping from it. “Are you gonna cum, Mommy?” he asked in a soft voice, sliding two digits inside his friend’s hole and rubbing his prostate.

“Yes, baby…!” you moaned out, barely able to raise your voice louder than San’s own whiny, desperate moans.

“Are you gonna make a mess all over Sannie’s face?” Wooyoung continued his pursuit to make his friend cum, knowing he was incredibly close based off of the way San’s cock was throbbing and leaking all over his hand.

“Y-essss…!” You let out a strangled cry, angling your head down to watch San attempt to catch all of your gushing arousal on his tongue, giving him a satisfied smile when you squirted onto his face, his hair becoming damp as well.

Almost simultaneously, San emitted a heavy groan, unable to look up at you, his eyes rolling back into his skull from how hard he was cumming, barely able to take how Wooyoung milked his cock of every last drop he had to offer.

“Mm, you look like you came nice and hard, Sannie.” You sat up, encouraging San to sit up as well, rubbing his muscular shoulders to bring him back to reality. “Come here,” you mumbled, grabbing his chin and bringing him into a passionate kiss, wanting to taste yourself on his lips.

San melted into you and kissed you back, your tongues entwining, while Wooyoung moved closer to the both of you, watching with stars in his eyes until he began to feel ignored. After a few more moments passed, he whined a bit, murmuring, “Mommy…I wanna taste too…”

You pushed San away, your lips connected by a few strands of spit mixed with your arousal, pouting in Wooyoung’s direction. “Does my baby feel left out?”

He mirrored your pout, nodding his head in an exaggerated manner, making you and San let out a collective ‘aww’.

You clutched San’s chin, as well as your boyfriend’s and slowly encouraged them to meet in the middle. San hesitated, glancing over at you as though he were asking for permission. “Go on, playboy. Give my baby a kiss.”

Only a few inches away from Wooyoung, San shut his eyes and pressed his lips against his friend’s, who eagerly slipped his tongue into his mouth.

Licking your own lips, you gripped the back of their heads near their necks and held them together, hearing them moan in unison. “Mommy’s cum tastes yummy, doesn’t it?” You slipped your fingers into Wooyoung’s peach-colored hair and idly stroked the ends of it, appreciating how he nodded his head, then opened his eyes and gazed over at you just as San began to suck on his tongue.

You let out a gentle sigh of approval, encouraging your boyfriend and friend to lean their heads in opposite directions using your hands, deepening their kiss.

Wooyoung kept his glossy eyes locked on yours, despite exploring his friend’s mouth, their spit dripping down from their chins and onto their thighs.

You let them continue their sloppy kiss until you noticed that Wooyoung’s cock appeared to be red and dripping at the tip, hearing him whine into San’s mouth. “It’s my baby’s turn to cum, okay, Sannie?” you informed casually, resting your hands on your friend’s shoulders and pulling him away from your boyfriend.

San sat there for a moment in silence, still in a daze. His brown eyes were glazed over, his cheeks were flushed, and spit still dribbled down the side of his chin.

You gave him time to recover, reaching up to pet his hair, giving his head a pat when he slowly returned to reality. “Sit over there and watch, okay? Play with your dick if you want, but I’m giving him my full attention now.”

San nodded, crawling to the other side of the mattress and plopping down against the headboard, ready for what was about to happen next.

You positioned Wooyoung on the bed in the way he always loved, his body folded up so that his lower half was up in the air, his legs near his head. “Mommy…” he exhaled, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes.

“What is it, baby?” you cooed, spreading his ass apart and massaging your thumbs into his supple flesh. “You want me to take care of you now?”

“Uh-huh…”

“You want Sannie to watch you moan and whine for me like the good boy you are?”

San, who was half-sitting, half-laying down near the two of you, gripped his cock tightly from hearing your words.

“Yes, please.” Wooyoung bit his bottom lip, before glancing over at his friend. “Did my Mommy taste good?”

San nodded his head adamantly, licking his lips a bit, a light blush on his cheeks. “Very good…”

“Thought so,” you mused, a satisfied smile on your face, your attention still on Wooyoung. “Now, since you were so obedient for me, you deserve a reward.” You pursed your lips, a wad of spit dripping down onto your boyfriend’s ass and sliding along it, rubbing your saliva around the rim of his tight hole.

“Thank you, Mommy…” Wooyoung moaned out, his cock twitching slightly against his lower abdomen.

“You’re welcome, baby.”

Noticing San gazing at him, Wooyoung took it upon himself to reach over and run his fingers over one of his pert nipples, sheepishly rubbing it in circles. “Touch me too, Sannie…”

San obliged instantaneously, rubbing two fingers over Wooyoung’s sensitive nubs one at a time, doing it slowly at first, then gradually speeding up once he saw that you added a finger inside Wooyoung.

Already nearing his orgasm from going untouched for so long, Wooyoung emitted a long, whiny moan when you added another finger and spread them apart so that you could slide your tongue in and out of him.

“Yeah? My baby loves being played with, huh?” you questioned in a low tone, replacing your tongue with your fingers and curling them, rubbing them against his prostate.

Wooyoung nodded quickly, his cock twitching and throbbing into his abdomen, a stream of pre-cum leaking out onto his melanin skin. “Am I a good boy, Mommy? Am I being a good boy for you?”

“You’re always such a good boy, baby…” you answered, pushing your digits inside his tight hole up to your knuckles, relishing the constant stream of moans and whimpers that Wooyoung was letting out.

“Gonna cum…gonna cum…” he echoed weakly, tears forming in the corners of his brown eyes. “M’ gonna cum for you, Mommy…!”

San groaned deeply, stroking his cock so rapidly, his upper arms started trembling from how desperate he was to cum again, a few drops of sweat falling down his temple.

“Then cum, baby…” You pounded your fingers into Wooyoung’s pulsing hole, drinking in the sight of him quivering and crying out from the immense pleasure.

A strangled yell erupted from your boyfriend’s throat, gripping the sheets of your bed so tightly he almost tore them, still making sure to look up at you when he began to orgasm. “I wanna cum inside my mouth, Mommy…” he whispered, opening his mouth, salivating so heavily that some spit dripped past his plush lips.

“My naughty boy…” you sighed, pulling your slick fingers from him and gripping his cock, positioning it near his mouth just in time for his cum to begin shooting out onto his own tongue. “You better swallow it all and show Sannie just how filthy you are.”

Wooyoung happily obliged, swallowing every last drop that landed on his tongue and inside his mouth, responding, “Ahhh…” to show the both of you that there was nothing left.

San’s soul almost left his body, his body jolting, emitting a mostly silent moan as he came, shooting his load out onto your sheets.

You laid down next to Wooyoung, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and nuzzling your face into his neck, giving him a few kisses. “Good boy…You’re my good little boy…”

He giggled, turning his body towards yours and resting his head in the crook of your neck, closing his tired eyes. “Always…”

Finally recovering, San sighed, wiping some sweat from his brow and gazing in your direction. “So is this going to be a regular addition to game night, or what?”

You sneered, side-eying San from the opposite side of Wooyoung, who was resting comfortably in your arms, already falling asleep. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Your friend gave you a suggestive smile, chiming, “Very much so.”

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[thixms]

okay the way this all has come full circle. after almost exactly 7 years i finally finished airplanes. some ppl might remember my posts screaming about it (they sometimes still get likes i think lmao) so yea no i was like that deep into it and was like with that shit almost from day 1. crazy to see on tiktok that ppl are still talking about it and some ppl are only now getting into teen wolf/thiam and reading that fic. like everyone in the thiam fandom knows this fic is THE thiam fic. like i knew and know the fic is good but crazy to see that the fic i loved sm is still getting its recognition. i feel kinda like i'm "entitled" to say i was from day 1 !!! i knew it was gonna be good even there when not that many were around !! lmaoo. i only "abandoned" it cuz my lack of attention as a teenager threw me from one hyperfixation/fandom to another. plus i got to experience actual life stuff and kinda abandoned my roots.. IT DOESNT MEAN THE FIC WASNT GOOD ENOUGH OKAY

but OKAY what i wanted to say is how fucking goood this fic is. yk it has to be good if i literally went back after "abandoning" it for 7 years and finish reading it. literally no fic in any fandom has managed to do that for me. and i still enjoyed it so so much! that's how you know the fic is good. i reread it and still laughed so fucking much like tf how is it possible for a fic to be so entertaining and good? it makes fucking sense why. it's timeless, it's a masterpiece. istg, i'd almost say it's canon now or like at least some of its thiam headcannons def are canon to me. like i'm not sure if airplanes came up w the idea that theo likes biology or if it was actually mentioned in teen wolf?? that's how good the characterization of thiam was like i really am getting canon and airplanes canon mixed up lmao. @thiamfresh i think you might know by now what kind of a cultural reset you created for the thiam fandom but i just wanted you to read and know it again for sure. i don't even know if u still use tumblr.. but i think i saw some time ago you posting about seeing some hate being written about airplanes and you feeling insecure about it. and i just wanted to say you really shouldn't pay attention to it!! i hope this long ass rant post will show you how good and loved this fic is. it's still getting mentioned so so often in the fandom. like it's some kind of bible or like manual to thiam as the ship lmaoo. so yea, me loving this fic as a somewhat developed adult and someone a bit more removed from the fandom defenitely a testemant to how good it is.

okay now i gotta rant about my life tho..

because jesus, i also only realized now that it was one of the first few fics i read on ao3 (i was a wattpad reader before, don't shame me pls, we all had to come from somewhere). but yea no, crazy that thiam was literally the start of me solely reading fics on ao3, as well as LITERALLY CREATING THIS TUMBLR BLOG??? HELLO?? IT'S LITERALLY CALLED THIXMS LMAO. it's crazy that it's been 7 years like wdym 7??? that's fucking long ago. i'm not even that old??? (i'm feeling really old rn) like how is my thiam phase already 7 years ago (and literally why did it come back after literal 7 years lmao). i mean, my teen wolf stan (as well as my thiam stan) kinda already resurfaced last year with the release of that trashy ahh movie about which we're not gonna talk about. but yea no there i failed to commit and finish the fic and didn't get deep into the fandom enough. life happened tbh. but yea no 2023 and 2024 (especially 2024) crazy ass years. the way i experienced so much (good) real life shit, literally lived out my (childhood/teenage) dreams but also fell back into my weird niche interests??? like how tf did i have time for that??? (my sleep schedules hella fucked. it's fucked from every direction by the amount of unresolved jetlags i have).

what i'm trying to say is: 14yo me reading airplanes would never believe what 21 yo me will experience and be able to do but also won't believe i'm still reading the same fic (no i would, i really thought i was soo deep into this thiam shit that i'd still be obsessed even when i'm an adult and i wasn't wrong lmao). makes sense why i feel like time hasn't moved on and i'm still a teenager. i'm literally doing the same thing as 14yo me. laying in bed ranting on tumblr about thiam.. jeeez, it should be embarrassing ngl.

[piosplayhouse]

oh my god. I'm sorry for sending all these asks lmao you never have to read or post them I just gotta. I connected my su she thoughts to the interaction in svsss that made me think them initially, so this is about Ming Fan, and not Su She. When Shen yuan is outside of the book, like us, it's fine to look at the cannon fodder characters and to know they are cannon fodder. characters are not people, they can't be mistreated like people, etc. but when he's IN the story, he stops (relatively gradually) interacting with the characters As characters and starts interacting with them as people. Not roles in a narrative, but complex, and with potentiality. (It takes him longer to do it with Lbh but that's something else). Characters, when viewed from the outside, by us, are cogs in a machine that we can project on and play with, but they are cogs and they are fixed. When viewed from the inside, they become moving, living creatures, with an unknown future, agentivity, etc. What Bothers Me Then, about Su She, and was highlighted by Shen Qingqiu having empathy for Ming Fan, is that often times, characters from within the narrative look at him (su she) like they're outside of it. They Know he's cannon fodder. They Know he can be punished without consequences, They Know he's never gonna be good for anything else and never had anything good to say. And they're right, and the story will reward them for knowing. This isn't about Su She or Ming Fan being complex or being more than just evil. (Ming Fan gets to veer of course precisely because that gaze on him changes, which I suppose might be the point of svsss). Su She can be garbage fire if the story requires it. He can be trash man. It's fine. It's about other characters within the same story treating him like they're the readers or the author, and Knowing that he's nothing but bad, or cannon fodder. You can know what's going on in your story, but your characters should not know what's going on in the real world (unless you're being subversive). There, I got it. Now I'm gonna leave your ask box alone, thank you for your patience lmaoo

I AM SO SORRY I DIDNT PUBLISH THIS EARLIER AHH ITS SO GOOD

Do not dare be ashamed of putting this in my askbox the meta girlies are gonna love this one i swear

Personally I think you brought up a lot of good points and really made me think about something I've never considered before. Imo where Ming Fan is positioned as canon fodder from a narrative standpoint, Su She takes on that role less out of necessity and more as a side effect of Wei Wuxian's idrc perspective on life-- wwx doesn't see Su She as canon fodder because he doesn't see him at all, he's neutral in wwx's story because he's non-existent in his memory. Where Ming Fan is static in that he's a trope, Su She is static in that he's sort of one of the classmates you had in high school that you might just barely be able to remember if you heard his name at a class reunion or something. Where your thoughts come in is how this intersects with fandom I think-- because there's all that blank space there, fans fill in the gaps with what they think Su She should be, which defaults more often than not to a character egregious enough to be justifiably disregarded by the main character. Obviously not saying Su She is intended to be good, but I do feel like there is like . An unconscious protagonism atmosphere that makes people eager to assign side characters tropey antagonistic or protagonistic roles in the main character's life that does permeate a lot of mdzs fandom. So full circle back to scum villain and Ming Fan becoming the school bully(tm) and only that of binghe's life! Hahaha this is so fun

Thank you for your thoughts as always wise anon 🥰♥️ everyone feel free to leave your comments as well but remember to be extra nice because I already fucked up posting this like a month after it was sent so we have to make it up to anon!!!!!!

[thecheekyminx]

Too Loud

Toji x reader

: ̗̀➛ A/N: no thoughts head empty, only Toji. Driven by my pussy on this one, ngl

: ̗̀➛ Warnings: minors and ageless blogs DNI; fem afab reader, big dick Toji <3 also boyfriend!Toji but he’s a menace, spanking, pet names (baby, princess), degradation (calls reader a slut, filthy), mention of voyeurism, cumshot

: ̗̀➛ Word count: 807

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“You’re being too loud, baby. Ya want everyone to hear you?”

If you’d had the wherewithal to respond, you would have rolled your eyes and snapped back with something witty at your awful boyfriend. But with the pace and depth he was bullying his cock into you, your eyes were already rolling back for a different reason and you would be lucky to utter any coherent words at all.

He had you pressed against the mattress on your knees, hips propped up and back arched, letting him pound into your cunt at the perfect angle to hit all your good spots while his balls slapped at your clit. You’d long since lost the ability to hold yourself up, and settled for hugging your pillow for dear life, Toji’s hands gripping the fat of your hips being the only thing keeping you up now.

Toji was the one who discovered just how loud you could be. Before him, you thought yourself a quiet partner, with the occasional soft moan or two. But something about Toji, the expert way his cock reached unknown depths in you and how he ground his hips against yours, combined with his absolutely filthy speech, brought out the volume in you. In fact, you'd already received an embarrassing number of noise complaints that just so happened to coincide with Toji's visits to your bedroom, and you had a feeling another was coming your way.

You were losing focus with the pleasure, not even focused on cumming anymore and just enjoying the ride. But a loud smack shortly accompanied by a sharp pain on your ass cheek brought you back. You couldn't help but tighten in response, yelping out a loud moan, and Toji's lip curled, slowing down to a cruel pace, dragging his dick along your sensitive walls.

"What did I just say? You gotta keep it down, princess."

"Fuck off, I can't help it– ahh!" you started, cut off with a yelp at another sharp slap to your ass.

"You want everyone to know what a slut you are for me? How good I'm makin' you feel, huh?" Toji brought down another harsh slap on your ass before bringing his hand up to your neck, not to choke you but just to pull your head up off the pillow.

He pressed closer to you, the fat head of his cock pressing close to your cervix, making you squirm against him. "I bet those college boys next door love to hear you, but what about that grandma across the hall? Bet she'd be mortified to know just how filthy you really are."

You could feel your cheeks burning, but you couldn't even say anything in your defense. You bit back a whimper as Toji started to thrust again, returning to his slow torturous pace, barely pulling out now and instead opting to bury himself to the hilt each time. The head of his cock began to rub at the perfect spot within you, and your clit ached for attention, body begging for release.

"Fuck, Toji, please.." you couldn't help but pant out, turning to glance at your torturer of a boyfriend. His blown out pupils and burning lust in his gaze only made your walls tighten on him, and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, obviously approaching his end as well.

"Fine, I'll help you out. Just remember, those pretty sounds are all for me." His hand that he'd kept on your throat moved up to cover your mouth, while his free hand now snaked down your front. You felt his hips draw back a little before slamming back into you, and you moaned into his hand almost immediately.

Toji's rough calloused finger found and circled your clit before rubbing circles onto it. That combined with the rough pace he now set immediately raised your pleasure, pushing you closer and closer to climax, and Toji could feel it in the way your cunt fluttered around him. The moans were constant now, the only barrier being Toji's large hand, but the constant banging of your headboard against the wall gave you away regardless.

Your moans pitched up in volume as the pleasure increased until finally your climax hit you hard, and your jerking body accidentally ripped you away from Toji's hand at the last second, unleashing a loud moan that filled your entire apartment. The gorgeous sounds of your moans combined with the way your pussy hugged his cock brought Toji to his release as well, and he quickly pulled out to paint your backside with his cum.

As you came back down from your high, you could hear Toji snickering behind you, smacking your ass one final time before moving off the bed, and you buried your face into the pillow, burning with embarrassment.

"Well, princess, I think they all heard you now."

Comments and reblogs appreciated 💙

[touyasdoll]

thirst idea: bakugou loves spanking y/n (he's totally a Dom) and will sometimes use his quirk lightly BUT he also does the best aftercare ever

It would be so fun and so terrifying to be bratty with Dom!Bakugou 🖤

NSFW/Minors DNI

Warnings: quirk play, BDSM dynamics, impact play, degradation, cock-warming, unprotected sex, he a little mean in this one, sorry 😬

But plenty of aftercare too 💚

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Crack. You clenched your eyes shut, stifling the whimper that was sitting in your throat as Bakugou's palm came down against your backside.

"Nothing? Well, look who finally learned how to follow basic fucking instructions," you couldn't see him, on account of him being buried to the hilt inside you, but you could hear the sinister sneer that was present on his face. "Keep being a good little bitch and maybe I'll let you cum tomorrow."

You whipped your head around, eyebrows knit in frustration, "That's not f--"

Crack. The aroma of nitroglycerin invaded your nostrils before you felt the added heat of the miniscule explosion he'd set off as he struck your ass once more.

"Ahh!" you slumped forward, your forearms buckling as you tightly grasped at the sheets beneath you.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he leaned forward, slowly pushing the inches of him that had slipped out back inside of you as his hand found purchase in the tresses of your hair, tugging your head back so he could whisper in your ear as his muscular body pinned you into the mattress. "Did you think it was fair how you were teasing me earlier? Hmm? Think it's fair for you not to be punished for acting like such a whore?"

"N-no, Sir," you voice shrunk as you squirmed beneath him.

"That's what I thought," he let go of his grasp on your hair, letting your head fall to the mattress. “I don’t deal with fucking brats, so you’re gonna lay here, take your punishment like a good little girl, and keep my dick warm until I feel like you’ve learned your damn lesson.”

“Yes, sir,” you mewled pathetically as his own impatience got the better of him. His cock twitched inside of you, throbbing at how submissive and willing you looked at the moment.

“Ugh, your cunt feels too fucking good around my cock right now, baby,” he started to move for the first time in what felt like ages, pulling your hips back roughly to meet his every rapid thrust.

You cried out, half-screaming already at how good it felt for him to be sliding so effortlessly within your walls, hitting that special spot with ease at the angle he was taking.

“C-can I cum? Please can I fucking cum, sir?” You were clinging to the sheets for dear life, a panting mess as the coil within your belly wound dangerously tight, threatening to snap before you could beg for permission.

“Fuck it, go ahead and cum all over this fucking cock, sweetheart,” his hand reached around to your clit, navigating it in rapid circles. “Better fucking scream my goddamn name while you do it.”

“Katsuki!” Your voice was almost a sob as pleasure wracked through your body, convulsing under his powerful movements as his pace quickened.

It wasn’t long before you could feel his hips falter, sinking deep into you and holding there as he shot his seed into your womb, his groans reverberating in your ears as you laid there, absolutely spent.

He leaned back, unsheathing himself from within you to lay beside you on the bed, the pair of you desperately trying to catch your breath as he pulled you close, letting you come to rest on top of his chest as he placed a soft kiss to your forehead. His fingertips grazed your cheek before tucking under your chin, tilting your face up so he could peer into your eyes. His expression was soft and warm, a stark contrast from the persona he’d just shed.

“Are you all right, baby?” His other hand moved to your backside as he began rubbing ever-so-gently to soothe your reddened cheeks. “Didn’t really hurt ya, did I?”

You shook your head lazily, keeping your eyes closed as you laid your head down and nuzzled into his chest.

“Good,” he pressed his lips to your temple with a smile before sitting up and wrapping his arm around you to take you with him. One encircled your waist as the other gathered you up beneath your thighs, pulling your legs towards him, so he could scoop you up bridal style as he stood. “But we gotta get you cleaned up before you can rest, k? C’mon, we’ll take a bath together and then I’ll rub your back until you fall asleep. I’ll even use that frilly-ass bubble bath that you like so much. Sound good?”

Your arms draped haphazardly around his neck, a soft smile on your lips as you leaned in to kiss his cheek, “Sounds good,” you tucked your head back in the crook of his neck as he carried you through the door to the bathroom, placing a single kiss on his neck, “Love you, Katsu.”

“I love you too, baby,” he smiled softly, resting his head against yours for a moment before carefully setting you down on the edge of the tub.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 325: Deku VS the Outside of U.A. ~Conclusion~

Previously on BnHA: Ochako was all “dear bloodthirsty mob, this kid you see standing before you has fought harder than anyone and put his life on the line to protect you all, so please chill the fuck out, jesus christ. like, putting aside that he’s humanity’s best hope and so it’s very much in your best interests to let him rest and recover someplace safe so that he can keep fighting for us, are y’all seriously going to turn away an injured and exhausted child in front of his sobbing mother?? seriously?? come on now.” I’m paraphrasing here but that’s basically how it went down. Anyway so then the mob was all, “...” and Deku collapsed to his knees in tears, and Gigantic Fox Lady and Kouta ran over to give him a hug but then the chapter ended.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “FINE, YOU CAN HUG HIM”, which, was that so hard?? The U.A. Clown Mob is all “come to think of it, we’ve kind of been taking the heroes for granted this entire time, maybe we should be less passive in the future. anyway so Deku if it’s not too much to ask, can you please save everyone and fix everything.” Deku is all “I sure can, and by the way I forgive you for swarming around all menacingly two minutes ago and trying to deny me basic shelter and stuff.” Ectoplasm is all, “hey Todogang get a load of this. [walks in a circle].” Hawks is all, “that’s literally the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.” Rat Principal is all, “anyway so that’s what your students did today, hope you’re enjoying your new *~*ROBOT LEG*~*, Aizawa.” Aizawa is all “[lots of exposition about Kurogiri and for some reason, Toga, while being all brooding and sexy].” All Might is all “[standing here right outside of U.A. doing absolutely nothing and being foreboding AF]” and that immediately sucked away all of the warm fuzzy feelings from the hugs, goddammit.

each new week has become a waiting game of “when will Deku finally get to take a bath so people will actually be willing to go near him and give him the hugs he deserves.” the stakes have never been so compelling. I’ve almost forgotten about AFO entirely

lmaoooooo

me: for the love of god will someone please give Deku a hug before I die of old age

Mineta: YOU GOT IT!! --

Iida: [SWIFTLY CUTS HIM OFF] NOT YOU

fucking losing it at Mineta’s crying face. he really wanted to hug him. I legit feel bad but this is also the funniest thing I have seen all week, omg

somehow Kouta, who last week was only a hand’s breadth away from touching Deku’s head, is now twenty miles away from him in this new chapter

can I make a Loki reference here. is this recap a good place to insert a joke about someone using a TVA time-rewinding device to fuck with my poor boy Kouta over here. well anyway there it is

AND NOW HE’S BACK ALL OF A SUDDEN OMG

(ETA: since when is he “niichan” omg?? can’t handle this cuteness.)

BUT THEY’RE STILL NOT HUGGING HIM FFFFKFFFFF. WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO. WHO DO I HAVE TO BRIBE AND/OR BLACKMAIL

OH NO KOUTA IS CRYING THAT’S IT I’M DONE FOR

“when I heard that lady I knew that I had to go, but then stop again within inches of actually touching you because you smell like week-old rotten onions.” listen Kouta, I’m not saying I don’t get it, but you all can’t keep doing this to me. it’s the way you guys keep teasing it. like, if you’re gonna hug him, hug him. don’t just stand there with your arms held rigidly out in front of you like a molded action figure

OH MY GOSH BUT HE SAID THE THING

KOUTA SWOOPING IN AT THE LAST MINUTE TO TAKE ALL THE CREDIT FOR FIXING DEKU LIKE THAT ONE KID IN THE GROUP PROJECT WHO DOES ABSOLUTELY NOTHING BUT STILL TAGS HIS NAME ONTO THE REPORT ANYWAY, WHAT A KNAVE

GASP

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SHE PICKED HIM UP LIKE A LITTLE BABY OMG?? she just leaned right over and lifted this child like he was a small animal. like a lil baby futon that she was about to hang up to dry. oh my god

-- HEY WHAT

(: well that’s extremely fucked up. though sadly not too surprising given what we just saw these past couple chapters

incidentally, I hope that anyone who was legitimately defending the civilians’ perspective earlier takes note here of how quickly that line of thinking -- “we’re just trying to keep our families safe” and all that-- can lead to straight up bigotry. if you’re willing to deny a child shelter and protection simply because he’s not YOUR child, and because you’ve decided based on Internet rumors (no real-world parallels there, I’m sure) that he might present a threat, it’s really not that much further of a leap to discriminating against entire groups of people simply because you perceive those groups as being dangerous. I’m sure the people who turned Gigantic Fox Lady away also told themselves afterwards that they did it to protect their families. “better safe than sorry.” “she’ll be fine, someone will take her in, but as for us, we can’t afford to take that risk.” people can come up with all kinds of justifications for treating other people as less than human, and the really scary thing about it is how fucking easy it is

one last quick side note, which is that Horikoshi does a great job here of showing how scapegoating works, given that AFO is the one who’s really to blame and who presents the actual threat, and yet Deku is the one who ultimately winds up being the target of the mob’s fear and outrage despite him being as much of a victim as they are. gotta love that irony, which unfortunately plays out far too often in the real world as well.

anyway I’ll get off my soapbox now, sorry about that. let us continue

YES, FINALLY OH MY GOD!!!!

AND THAT’S THE STORY OF HOW GIGANTIC FOX LADY BECAME THE GREATEST HERO. PACK IT ALL UP, WE’RE DONE HERE KIDS

holy shit. the real MVP right there. thanks for getting it done champ

jesus christ I have had it up to here with these people

literally the bar is set so low at this point that I’ll go ahead and take it. helping him because it offers them a tactical advantage is at least one step up from not helping him at all

“WHY NOT SHIKETSU” MOTHERFUCKER I SWEAR TO GOD

-- thank you!!

okay this one guy with the antennae hair is having himself a character development speedrun here

-- okay, but this part?? fucking this part, right here??

can we repeat that again?? the part where this guy acknowledges that the problems of hero society were caused not just by said heroes, but also by said society?? the part where he acknowledges that they treated the heroes like celebrities who were putting on a show for them?? the part where he acknowledges that when push came to shove, the vast majority of those heroes, when faced with a situation that offered no reward, were nonetheless willing to put their lives on the line to protect the very same people who then turned around and blamed them rather than thanking them?? are the civilians of BnHA even allowed to have actual deep thoughts about this stuff. holy shit

bro!!

ANTENNAE HAIR GUY SHOVING KOUTA AND GIGANTIC FOX LADY OUT OF THE WAY TO SLAP HIS NAME ONTO THE END CREDITS AS EXECUTIVE PRODUCER. CONGRATULATIONS SON YOU FIGURED OUT THE CORE PHILOSOPHICAL QUESTION AT THE VERY HEART OF THE MANGA. WAY TO GO BUD

meanwhile, on today’s episode of “one more chapter to go till the big volume cliffhanger, how else can I drag things out let’s see”

it’s a panel. of people’s feet. just a bunch of normal feet. with sneakers and shit

this All Might shirt guy is getting more screentime in this arc than 90% of the class 1-A kids

I guess I’m supposed to feel sorry for this dude now that he’s all “if we let you stay here do you promise to somehow magically fix every single problem that we are now currently facing?” those are some ridiculously exacting standards my dude. come on now

KACCHAN SIGHTING

thank fuck I’m not the only one who’s thoroughly unimpressed by absolutely all of this lol. I feel better now. meanwhile Iida and Kouda and Kiri are ready to run over there and hug them all. you guys are way too forgiving. damn you and your pure hearts

anyway so Deku’s like “yeah, definitely”

(ETA: almost forgot to comment on the “I’m no longer alone” part – he basically corrects the guy and says “sorry, but you’ll need to direct that question towards all of us, not just me, because moving forward we’re a team.” good stuff.)

you know what though, all joking aside... fuck yeah. because perfect victory, right. the strongest guys don’t settle for anything less. so I guess Deku has pretty exacting standards himself

also can you all just take a look at this fucking kid who’s got so much light in his eyes now that I’m gonna need eclipse goggles. hot damn. “you’re welcome” says All Might Shirt Guy as he is frantically interviewed by several local news networks asking him how he daringly managed to save Deku all by himself. “well I guess I’ve just never been the kind of guy who can sit back and let a bunch of rabble-rousers blame a little kid for all of humanity’s problems. someone had to step in and take action, you know?”

oH MY GOD THE SCENE IS FINALLY ENDING

don’t let the door hit you on your way out All Might Shirt Guy

but meanwhile, sudden Tododrama action??

oh shit

there are honestly so many ways in which Ochako’s very moving speech could have wildly backfired that I genuinely have no clue where this is headed lol. how exciting!!

so now Horikoshi is once again stalling for time with random filler panels, but this one is 10x better than the shoes lol omg

(1) was Ectoplasm’s jacket always this oversized. (2) did you guys know that if you go back to chapter 319 you can see that Horikoshi gave us a sneak peak at Enji’s Sad Detective disguise and I in fact made a joke about it in the 319 recap not realizing it was actually the stone cold truth. (3) did Shouto deliberately speed up out of impatience because Hawks was walking so fucking slow and he couldn’t take it any longer. (4) and what, I ask you, is up with these dramatic speedlines. so many mysteries here. what a masterpiece

everyone is acting all shocked about something ahh what’s going on

wait what

what the heck. did they just loop around behind everyone. what was the point of that lol. “anyway, so this is what they look like from the back” well okay, thanks for that Ectoplasm

(ETA: so it seems like they were actually hanging out someplace else away from the crowd this whole time, I guess? here I thought they had more faith in Enji’s disguise. I guess Shouto and Hawks don’t particularly want to attract this crowd’s attention themselves right now either, though.)

I am so fucking confused lmao

speaking of All Might WHERE THE FUCK IS HE lol. but yes, good, OFA brings everyone together, and Hawks is very deeply moved about this out of the blue all of a sudden. you know how it is

aw heck yeah now this is another filler panel I can get behind

Mineta really wants that hug, good lord. I genuinely love this actually. Mineta if you could just stay little and cute and keep crying about how much you love your classmates in a non-gross way for the rest of the series I would be so appreciative. you’re doing great

IIDA IS HOLDING DEKU’S HAND THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ONE TIME WASN’T ENOUGH FOR MY MAN HE’S ADDICTED NOW

what did I tell you. Kiri wants to get all of the mob’s autographs now. Kiri you’re a peach

Shouji having a conversation with another mutant type is a very nice touch! we really need to get to his backstory soon. I feel like that casual remark from GFL earlier was kind of hinting at more to come

is this the first time we’ve ever seen the Yaoyorictionary in action?? never forget that Viz tried to call it the “Yaoyorozu Reference Book” because they hate fun

last but not least, KAMIBAKU IS BACK ON THE MENU, FUCK YEAH. Kaminari trying to spice things up and introduce a little bit of controversy by smacking Kacchan on the back of the head for god knows what. I will be deeply disappointed after this if I can’t find at least one person unironically declaring that KamiBaku is now toxic and abusive

lfkdlWLWK TODODRAMA??

oh my god. Shouto’s face. Enji’s face. the back to “oyaji” again. the blunt, not-taking-no-for-an-answer, “I don’t know how much louder the universe can scream at you that doing things alone is not it, so hopefully you got the point” directness of it. fffdlkslj I’m so ready for this Horikoshi please don’t fuck it up my expectations are so high

HOLY FUCK

I SCROLLED DOWN AND HE WAS ALL “( ❛‿❛)” AND I JUST WASN’T FUCKING EXPECTING THAT OKAY. JESUS CHRIST. GIVE ME A SEC

lol okay moment over and now Enji’s pulling his hat down all dramatically like a world-weary Cowboy

OH MY GOD WERE YOU FACETIMING??

AHHHHHHHHH

(ETA: not to put Iida down or anything, but it’s kind of strange that Aizawa is all “the class rep sure did great” when Ochako is the one that was giving that whole big speech for like twenty minutes just now lol.)

(ETA 2: “thank god Iida stepped in just in the nick of time to keep Mineta from hugging Deku.” sorry Mineta I really do like you lately but it’s still low-hanging fruit lol.)

HE LOOKS SO SAD??! HE LOOKS LIKE HEARTBREAK ITSELF??! I AM BESOUGHT WITH THE URGE TO REACH INTO MY SCREEN AND PULL HIM INTO THE SAFETY OF MY ARMS??? MY GOD, AND I THOUGHT DEKU NEEDED HUGS

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH okay I was gonna just hold down the letter H for a full minute and count it out loud but within about ten seconds I realized I needed to chill lol

-- but then again NO, I DON’T NEED TO CHILL, I HAVE ZERO CHILL, ACTUALLY, BECAUSE IT’S AIZAWA WITH A ROBOT LEG AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

COMPLETE WITH ROBOT TOES FOR THAT EXTRA TOUCH OF AUTHENTICITY!! I LIKE HOW HORIKOSHI PUT ALL THIS EXTRA “!!!” EMPHASIS AROUND IT IN CASE WE COULD SOMEHOW POSSIBLY FAIL TO TAKE NOTICE. “REMEMBER, EVERYONE?” SAYS HORIKOSHI HELPFULLY. “REMEMBER THAT TIME AIZAWA CHOPPED OFF HIS OWN LEG?” oh wow now that you mention it we somehow forgot all about that. like who do you take us for

OH NO NOT THE SAD BOYFRIEND ANGST THAT I WAS SECRETLY LOOKING FORWARD TO WITH GLEE

well at least he’s not M.I.A. or back with the villains again like I thought he might be. still, that’s gotta be brutal to know your friend is in there somewhere, but to not be able to reach him again no matter how hard you try. that’s the kind of angst that pays off in final battles just when you most expect it. such is my hope, at any rate

what’s this now??

trying to decide if this is Horikoshi’s way of saying don’t worry about that, or his way of saying definitely worry about that lol

anyway so Aizawa is out here being all irresponsibly handsome once again. when is someone going to do something about him

here for Sexy Robot Leg Eyepatch Aizawa clenching his fists and making speeches about revenge. pretty sure we’re all here for that

WELL, WELL, WELL

IT’S ABOUT FUCKING TIME

I’M VERY GLAD YOU’RE ALIVE AND SEEMINGLY WELL, THOUGH!

BUT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK THOUGH, ALL MIGHT

ffff. bracing myself for that cliffhanger next week. you’d better not touch one hair on this man’s head Horikoshi. I’m watching you 

[shigarakislittlepet]

im so happy to find a blog with good nsfw content for literally all my faves lol we share the same braincell it seems! how about fluffy nsfw headcanons for Dabi, Shigi, Aizawa and Shinsou and well, Baku but I don't want to overwhelm you even if you don't have a character limit hhh, with a s/o that was completely inexperienced in sex before they got together? They grew more comfortable with the idea of sex over time as they used to be really shy about it but they're scared they'll mess up and disappoint their loves? If possible could you mention what kind of approach each boy would have for the first time with their virgin s/o? I'm just feeling some fluffy dick tonite ya know lol stay safe out there <3

Ohhhh my gosh, this whole thing gave me brain rot lmao, thank you for giving me this power <3<3<3

This also took me literal months to finish because life got crazy, so I’m sorry about that. Hope you enjoy it anyway!

TW: loss of virginity, gentelness, fluffy smut, unprotected sex bc I’m a whore (Y/N is on birth control), and as always all characters are adults especially Y/N

-Dabi-

> You are surprised by how patient he is with you. You were sure he’d have gotten tired of waiting, but he didn’t push. He didn’t make you feel badly about it, and the last thing he would ever want to do to sweet little innocent angel is coerce them into something they weren’t ready for. So, he waits.

> It happened so gradually. Over time, light kissing became making out. After a few months, you got more comfortable and it didn’t feel at all odd to fall into bed with him, cuddling and “swapping spit” as he called it, which always made you giggle like a schoolgirl at his crudeness. His hands would test the waters, but he was always feeling for nervous tremors and flinching, never wanting to go further than you were comfortable. At first, he only rested a hand on you lower back, drawing lazy circles into your waist, his other cradling your face gently, reassuringly. Eventually he could get his hand beneath your shirt, still just at your lower back, but he was content with his progress. Your skin was soft and you said he felt warm, and that was the first time he ever thought of his quirk as “sweet, comforting”, as you described the warmth from his hands.

> After a few months went by, he had progressed to the point of being able to freely roam your body with his hands, the warmth helping you stay calm and anchored to him.

> What continued to surprise you is how easy it felt, once you were ready. You didn’t even see it coming. He asked you, so gently, if he could take your shirt off. You told him he could as long as he promised to keep you warm. He went along slowly, constantly reassuring you, “God Angel, you’re so beautiful. I gotta see more of you, can I? Please?”, “You’re so soft, I need to feel more of your skin, angel, please?” You didn’t even hesitate, you didn’t need to. You felt safer with him than you ever had in your life.

> You realized, once you were both naked together, just how comfortable you were with him. And suddenly you felt like you needed to give him everything he ever wanted, and you knew he would do the same for you.

> It happens so slowly, or at least, it feels like it does. His hand slowly grazes down between your bodies until he reaches your core. You gasp, no one but you had ever touched you there, and it feels so foreign and wonderful. And warm. Once you begin bucking onto his fingers, an insatiable grin stretches across his face. He retracts his fingers, bringing them to his lips, and you watch as he sucks them clean. He calls you delicious and rolls on top of you, asks you if you’re ready for him. For the first time, you look down between your bodies and see just how huge and hard he is for you. When he sees your concern he kisses your forehead, then your lips. “I won’t hurt you Angel, I promise.” You nod and smile, and he starts easing into you, stopping every so often when he can tell the stretch is too much. He kisses your cheeks, your shoulders, your lips, whatever he can get his mouth on as he pants and mumbles little praises. “I love you”, “You’re doin’ so well”, “You’re takin’ me sooo well”, “God, you’re so beautiful, you know how beautiful you are Angel?”, “Ahh, you’re so fuckin’ tight and wet for me Angel, you want me that badly?”. The praises and teases help you considerably to keep you relaxed, and fuck, you DO want him. So fucking badly, you need him. When he’s finally seated inside you fully, he waits, clearly using every last bit of his restraint and self control to give you time to adjust. When you finally whine and buck your hips up on him, he loses it. “I hope you’re fuckin’ ready, Angel.”

>You find rather quickly that Dabi’s style is a beautiful mix of “fucking” and “making love”. He fucks you, hard and deep, so much so that it makes you see stars, but while he does it he’s caging you in-between his arms, holding you close while he pistons in and out of you. He looks you in the eyes, watching your reactions, quickly finding what angle makes you convulse and let out those beautiful moans and coos that he’s now desperate to hear.

>When he nears his end, he reaches down between you again to rub sweet circles against your clit, because no way is Dabi cumming first. It’s just not his style.

-Shigaraki-

>BRAIN ROT

> Shigaraki is definitely happy that you’re inexperienced, he’d kill anyone who had ever laid a hand on you before him. You belonged to him.

> It also means that you’re a virgin, which really gets him going because hes a pervert. ((He’s also secretly glad that he’s not the only virgin))

> He is touch starvvveeeeddddddd. We all know this. But at first, he’s so hesitant to touch you, for fear of destroying you.

> You are patient with each other, and together you find out what works and what doesn’t. He got some artist gloves so he could hold your fucking hand without hyperventilating about dusting you. He’s still afraid of you disappearing beneath his fingertips.

> You were never, not even for a second, worried that he would hurt you. You knew that he could, that he had the ability, but you knew that he wouldn’t.

> He wasn’t so sure, he was afraid of rolling over in the night and finding a pile of dust where you used to be. He wakes up from nightmares about it and has to wake you up to hold you while he shakes uncontrollably. He just has to know you’re alive.

> You both get more and more comfortable with physical proximity and contact together, because you both wanted it, you were both just so worried about fucking everything up.

> When the time came where both of you decided you were ready to have sex, you admitted to him that you were afraid of not measuring up to his expectations. All these “what if’s” kept popping up in your mind: “what if he doesn’t find my body attractive enough”, “what if I don’t know how to move right”, “what if I cant please him”, etc. etc. etc.

> He just looks at you kind of taken aback and confused. He was worried about you not being able to see him as sexually attractive because of how he looked, he was just as self-conscious as you. “Darling, you’re the most perfect person in existence, how can you not see that? Look at me! I’m... I... Look like this! How could I ever hope that someone as beautiful as you could ever see me that way?”

>You didn’t immediately know how to respond. You were... heartbroken that he saw himself that way. You couldn’t image him being self-conscious about anything because in your eyes, he was a god. He was perfect and angelic and you told him as much. You looked at him with such adorably big eyes and your voice was full of so much honesty and adoration, he had to have you immediately. He’d never felt desired, he had never felt lovable. He always thought it would be a miracle if anyone would ever be able to even stomach looking at him without cringing away in disgust. But you were so perfect and you loved him so immediately and so much that it knocked him out. He launches himself at you and just kisses you for a while.

> You both fumbled around a bit at first, trying to find what felt best. You both quickly came to the conclusion that you were going to have to practice together. A lot. As much as possible actually, because even in your inexperience, you both felt more amazing than you ever had in your lives. When you were connected like this, panting, kissing, licking, trying your damndest to become one being, it felt like bliss. You never wanted it to stop.

-Aizawa-

> MORE FUCKING BRAIN ROT

> Aizawa has an innocence kink. There I fucking said it.

> When it comes to the person he’s with, he’s a shameless flirt, and while he would NEVER cross a line or pressure you, he definitely does his best to get you in the mood whenever he can, much to your naïve frustration.

> At first you genuinely don’t even realize he’s doing it on purpose. The heated looks he gave you that made your knees weak? You didn’t think he was doing that on purpose, it’s just because he’s... tired? And he always looks so gorgeous, so that’s why. He ALWAYS makes your knees weak. Yeah that’s all it is, obviously.

> And when he comes up behind you, hands on your hips gently, and lowly rumbling in your ear. Sometimes it’s just comments about whatever you’re doing, which was bad enough. But sometimes it was mumbled compliments. About your outfit, how good it made your ass look. About how soft your hair was, how good you smelled, the softness of your skin while he gently rubbed his stubble against your neck.

>YOU COULDN’T FUCKING HANDLE IT.

> He was so soft most of the time, cuddling you while watching movies, cooking together, dancing in the kitchen with you at 3 in the morning after he finished grading papers. The shift that happened when he would get flirtatious was dizzying.

> You were nervous though, Aizawa was a bit older than you, and obviously way more experienced that you. One night while you were curled up in bed together, you told him you were nervous about disappointing him when the time finally came. He sat up and turned a light on immediately and pulled you into his lap. He held you and stroked your hair and told you how much you meant to him, how you could never disappoint him, how much he wanted you, and how he was willing to wait however long you needed. He held you until he was sure you felt better about it, and then he held you until he was sure you were asleep. You were the most important person in the world to him, and he wasn’t gonna let you think anything was ever gonna change that.

> When you finally got tired of his teasing and felt like you were ready, you decided to get him back. Before he got home, you put on one of his long shirts as a dress and started getting dinner ready.

> When he walked through the door and saw that you were wearing nothing but one of his black button ups, he had to maintain every ounce of his self control to contain the rush of feral need that suddenly consumed him. Now it was HIS turn to assume you were being innocent. And man did you play it up. “What’s wrong Shota? Are you feeling okay?” And you bat your big beautiful eyes at him. He was going to have a stroke.

> It wasn’t until you bent over and he noticed you weren’t wearing anything under his shirt that he realized it was an invitation. He came up behind you, caging you in against the counter, and growled lowly in your ear, “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He gently pushed his growing erection against your ass, making you gasp. Score.

> “W-what do you mean?” you looked up at him as innocently as you could. He took your hand and pressed it to the front of his pants. He groaned low in his chest, thankful for any friction. “Don’t play dumb with me, kitten. You know exactly what you’re doing. I think you should take responsibility.” You grinned.

> “Yes Sir,” he jolts at that, and you sink your knees and get to work undoing the fastenings on his hero costume. When his cock springs free, you eagerly give it kitten licks until he’s had enough. He grips you by your hair and gently guides your mouth down onto his cock. He’s big, bigger than you can take, but that doesn’t stop Aizawa from purposefully making you gag on him every so often. He really does get off on how innocent you are, the tears that hang in your eyes from gagging on his cock. He’s gonna cum soon if he’s not careful.

> After he’s had his fun making you suck him off, he pulls you up and carries you off to bed. No way he’s taking your virginity on the floor, he’s too much of a gentleman. And dinner, what dinner? Thank god nothing happened to be on the stove or in the oven.

> He sets you down in bed and kisses you, takes his shirt off of you and finishes ridding himself of his hero costume. He takes pride in getting you ready for him, relishing in your sweet noises and how wet you are for him. A fact that he teases you about. “S-Shotaaa~” you moan and clench down on his fingers. He smirks, “What happened to ‘Sir’, hmm? I liked that, you know...” All you can do is whine up at him in response.

> When you feel like you’re close to cumming, you whine louder and clench down harder and before you can reach your peak, he stops. You whine in frustration before he leans down and rumbles, “Oh no, kitten, the only way you’re cumming is if you cum on my cock.” You gasp and nearly convulse at his filthy words, but you’ve never felt like you needed him more.

> He fucks you gently, at first anyway. For as long as he can. He rolls his hips into you and angles his thrusts expertly, aiming for that spot inside you that’ll make your head spin. And he hits it. Every time. And your head DOES spin. And soon you can feel the pressure build again and you start whining again, “Sh-Shouta, please! I’m s-oh! So close!” He smiles, and decides to take pity on you. He pistons harder, faster, brings a hand to your core to rub circles against your clit and when you cum, you scream his name and he can’t take it anymore. He slams into you, chasing his own high and simultaneously extends yours. You’re seeing stars by the time he cums deep into you. He rolls over, bringing you with him. You lie on top of him and he strokes your hair, and you just hold each other for a while.

-Shinso-

> I wanna say this now, Shinso is Aizawa Jr. I’m so sorry, but its true. They’re both tired, overworked, cat lovers that just wanna come home and cuddle and pass out.

> He knows he’s your first boyfriend. You met at UA and pretty much bonded immediately. Now that you’re both pro-heros working for the same agency? It was only a matter of time before he made a move. And thank whatever higher power exists that you have the same schedule. More time for cuddles.

> HOWEVER! Don’t let the fact that he’s a cuddle-bug fool you. He frequently has to remember that you’re a virgin and you’ve never been in a relationship before, so you have no idea how much he’s affected by you answering your door on a Saturday morning you both had off wearing one of his hoodies that absolutely swallows you. Looking up at him smiling and yawning sleepily, rubbing one of your eyes and groggily asking, “What are you doing here so early? I thought we weren’t going out till tonight?”. He has to breathe deeply to stop himself from jumping you.

> Because much like Aizawa, seeing you so sleepy and soft and small and knowing how innocent and naive you are to all of the things you do that make him need you... is going to make him lose his mind. Quickly.

> Instead of an innocence kink though, this motherfucker has a corruption and a mind break kink. He wants to make it impossible for you to feel pleasure without him, he wants to make you need him desperately, forever. And he wants to do it without the help of his quirk. But that would all come in time, at the moment he has to stop himself from cumming in his pants because you’re bending over on your way to your room so you can change, stooping to pet your cat and his hoodie rode up your ass and he can see your lacy black panties and you were GOING to drive him insane long before he ever got the chance to make you his, he was sure.

> He had brought you coffee and suggested you just stay in all day since you both had such a late night. Watching movies and stuff. You know, normal stuff. He told himself he wasn’t going to try and make a move. Right? Right.

> But when you emerged from your room 45 minutes later, showered and changed, your hair still damp and a droplet of water drifting down your neck and landing in the dip of your collar bones, all he could think of was licking it up. How good your hair must smell, how your skin was still probably warm form the water... He was staring, and you pretended not to notice.

> You were nervous about not measuring up to his expectations. You’d seen the women he usually went out with, and how comfortable they were with their bodies and their sexuality. How beautiful they were. As far as you were concerned, you were nothing like them.

> He could see the gears turning in your head and the downturn of your mouth, and he asked you what was wrong. He motioned for you to come sit with him, and it wasn’t five seconds before he pulled you into his lap. After some coaxing, you let him know what you were worried about. He assured you that the reason he was so happy with you is because you weren’t anything like the women he had dated before. Because, not only were you far more beautiful than they were, they had also been conceited and cold, only dating him because he was an up and coming pro-hero that could get them into events so they could dump him for the first bigger hero they’d meet. He liked that you were soft and warm and he could trust you, that you had always trusted him, even despite his quirk.

> You talked for awhile, and as the morning sun drifted higher into the sky, you decided it was time to door dash some food. While he ordered it, you excused yourself the restroom. You needed to think. The heaviness of the conversation still weighed on you, and you’d never felt closer to him than you did now. It was time, you were sure. You wanted to give him everything he’d been waiting so patiently for, he deserved it. And so did you damnit, no more of this scaredy-cat bullshit! You gave yourself your best war face in the mirror before you exited the bathroom and going back to the living room where Shinsou was reclined on your couch. Head tilted back, resting on the pillow behind him.

> He was so beautiful. Lavender hair a wild mess, eyes closed and lashes fluttering softly. You wanted to kiss his neck suddenly, and unlike when urges like this usually happened, you didn’t shove the thought away. You quickly straddled him and, before he had the chance to question you, you began kissing up and down his neck softly. “K-kitty...” he groaned beneath you, gripping your waist, his hips jerking up against yours.

> After a while of your explorative kissing, he growled impatiently and flipped you over easily, pressing you into the couch. He kissed you like he might die if he didn’t, deep and slow and desperate. When he finally broke for air and looked at you, he felt his heart and his dick jump. Your flushed face and your eyes that were looking up at him through your eyelashes heavily, your mouth hanging open gasping and your kiss bitten lips, your brows softly cinched at the effort it took for you to remember you needed to breathe.

> He asks you if you’re sure you were ready, and when you nod dazedly up at him he doesn’t need any more convincing.

> He takes his time, he’s slow and methodical. He wants your first time to be an enjoyable experience. Something you can look back on fondly and remember how much he loved you, how good it felt, how comfortable you were. He wanted it to be better than his first time, drunk after a hero convention, with some woman who didn’t remember his name in the morning and never called him back. He pushed the thought away. He focused on you, on how perfect you were.

> When he finally thrusts into you, you think you want to feel like this forever. You tell him so, and beams with pride, pushing your pleasure further. Kissing your neck and praising you. Telling you how perfect you are, telling you all the things you do that drive him crazy, telling you that he’s never going to let you go, that you’re his forever and he’s yours.

> You cum together, and you think that everything in the world must have always been this beautiful. You spend the rest of the day cuddling, eating, and making love.

-Bakugo-

> No thoughts in this mans head. None. At least when it comes to romance. When you first start dating, you had to make the first move cause his oblivious ass just thought you were challenging him. You had to explain to him that what you were actually doing was called “flirting”.

> So when it comes to your first time, you know you’re gonna have to make the first move there too. He fears rejection, so he avoids the things he really wants the most. Which in this case is you whining on his dick.

> But he also knows you’re a virgin and he doesn’t wanna scare you, so he leaves it be. Trusting his fist to get the job done when he really needs to let off some steam. Either by punching shit or jerking off.

> One day, you do catch him jerking off, and you immediately start to (stupidly) think that you’re not enough for him, that he might leave you for someone who can give him what he needs. You don’t think he notices you having a mini panic attack in the hallway so you sneak back to the kitchen to catch your breath and think. Why HAD you waited this long? What were you waiting FOR? You guessed you had just been worried about not knowing what to do, about him getting impatient and annoyed with you for your lack of experience.

> Making your final decision, you square your shoulders and march yourself back to your shared room. You confidently open the door to find him ... waiting for you?

> “Tch, took you long enough. You done freakin’ out now?” He grumbles from his spot on the bed. You nod meekly and he opens his arms for you, an invitation you gratefully accept. He pets your head and continues grumbling, “ just as bad as shitty-hair, nobody ever knocks anymore. You shouldn’t be surprised when you just try to walk in like that...”

> He keeps petting your head until eventually you hit him with it. “‘Tsuki, I wanna... uhm...” you look up at him with pleading eyes hoping his quirk somehow suddenly allows him to read your mind.

> It doesn’t. “ You wanna what? C’mon, spit it out.” No thoughts, remember?

> You huff and blush and finally squeak out, “Wanna make you feel good, ‘Tsuki...”

> His brain stops working momentarily. When he catches back up, he smirks. “Seriously? It just took you gettin’ jealous over my left hand for you to be ready?”, he teased. You stick out your tongue and he grabs your jaw, looks you dead in the eyes when he says, “I have something much more important for that cute little mouth to do.”

> Your eyes go wide at his suggestion, even though it really doesn’t surprise you. When Katsuki wants something he wants to go all out, no half-assing it. You nod nervously and he laughs at your apprehension, allowing you to shift down his body until you were face to face with his fly. You undid the button and zipper with shaky hands, and gently guide his dick out of his jeans.

> Beautiful is the first word to come to your mind. Beautiful and massive, just like the rest of him. He was easily over six feet tall, and built too so it really shouldn’t have surprised you, but it did. For a moment all you can do is look up at him from your place below him, your big strong hero. You melt a little and you notice him smirking down at you again, “What ‘ya lookin’ at, princess?”. He gently strokes your cheek while you admire him, “You.” you reply dazedly. His smirk widens to a bear malicious grin, “Me? How come?”. A feeling you’re not totally familiar with, but you’re pretty sure is called submission, fills you suddenly and you feel warm and content. “You’re perfect,” you bat your eyelashes and bite your lip as you gently start to stroke your hand up and down his length.

>He controls his breathing, because he really can’t handle you looking so cute with his cock that close to your pretty little face. “‘Tch, and? What’s got you so worked up about it?” You giggle and nuzzle your face into the base of his cock and look up at him innocently. “I’m just glad I’m yours,” you smile and lick him from base to tip before gently taking him into your mouth. You’d read enough smut online to at least have some idea how to do this.

> He almost cums when you say that you’re glad to be his. His, he grins. He doesn’t get to think about that for too long though because your warm, wet tongue is sliding up his shaft and then your pretty little mouth engulfs him and he thinks he might hyperventilate if you keep looking up at him like that. He’d almost say it wasn’t fair, but then you start moving and he thinks that he could actually die happily from the warm bliss that fills him while he watches you try to take more and more of him down your throat.

> This is much more fun than you thought it would be, especially because Katsuki keeps letting out those little sighs and groans, you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. You hollow out your cheeks and suck a bit harder before taking a deep breath and relaxing your throat as much as possible. You lower yourself down as far as you can, pushing past the ring of muscle in the back of your throat before moving down further. You feel him lay his hand gently, encouragingly, on the back of your head. You’re surprised when you find your nose nestled in the light blonde fuzz at the base of him and you stick your tongue out to lap at the underside.

> He jolts when you begin your descent. You’re not really gonna try to deep-throat him, are you? He watches you, mesmerized. No ones ever even tried, always saying he was way too big. It felt way too good. He laid a hand on the back of your head to ground himself, quickly realizing he had to control himself so that he didn’t clench his fist in your hair or shove you down all the way and hold you there. When you reached your goal, he sighed. Your throat felt perfect wrapped around him, just like he knew it would. When he felt your tongue sneak out of your mouth and lick, he thanked whatever creator there was that your tongue was long enough to reach his anchor. when you start to move your head up and down, he can only take it for so long before he’s thrusting up into your mouth. When you gag on him, that’s it, he has to pull you off him before he grips your head and suffocates you on his cock.

> He’s nearly at the point of begging, but thankfully, mercifully, you seem to get the idea. You wipe your mouth and lie back on the bed, giggling at his abruptness and he growls in response. He kisses you, and praises you, telling you how good you are, how much he needs to be inside you as he undresses you. You’re surprised at how automatically your legs open for him, and you tell him how much you need him inside of you as well. You feel so empty all of a sudden. Until one of his thick fingers finds your molten core and gathers some of your slick before sinking into you and you gasp.

> He continues to kiss and praise you as he works you with his fingers. You whine and moan and beg, it’s like music to his ears. When he thinks you’re ready, he lines himself up with your entrance, sliding up and down, grinding against your clit briefly before continuing. “I wanna hear you beg for it, princess.” and fuck, did you beg. A beautiful litany of filthy fucking words fell from your mouth, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He sinks into you fully in one thrust, gripping your open legs for stability.

> At first you can’t speak, you can’t make any noise at all. You feel so unbelievably full, and you look up at him and his eyes are clenched shut and his jaw is set. He’s holding himself back. He’s trying to be gentle with you because it’s your first time. He really is very sweet when he wants to be. You raise a shaky hand to his face and he leans into it. He met your eyes and you watch as his control falters when he sees you bent in half like this. You smile, “Katsuki, please”, is all you can say. It seems to open the flood gates. For all his self control, he pounds into you mercilessly and it fills you with the most intense feeling of ecstasy. “F-fuck ‘Tsuki, you feel s-so fucking good,” you moan and gasp brokenly.

> He cums hard. Grunting, growling, and near snarling the whole way through. You’re seeing stars, even though you haven’t cum. It had felt so fucking amazing, and you’re more than content with that. Katsuki is definitely not however, and is intent on eating you out until you beg for mercy. He always takes such good care of you.

[randomrosewrites]

The aftermath of the tempest

Pairing: Kaedehara Kazuha x GN reader Summary: Many, many years after Kaedehara Kazuha fled from Inazuma, a lot of things have changed, but his past burdens remain. Or, Kazuha has settled into his new life in Liyue, but still desires his home across the ocean. Words: ~2.7K Tags: Fluff, established relationship, Kaz and reader have a kid, gn pronouns for reader, kaz gets emotional at some point, implied beigguang as well

a/n: What's this? Rose is actually writing??!!

Read it on ao3!

The young girl furrows her brows, front teeth catching her lip as she stares at the board. She's in deep concentration, barely paying any mind to the sweets or the apple cider (poured within a much too expensive cup) beside her.

Her opponent, on the other hand, is the opposite, holding a cup of tea within her palms, white steam drifting from the cup the same colour as her hair. A mystical smile on the woman’s face gives nothing away.

The young girl places a hand on a chip. Then hesitates, thinking a moment more before making a move.

The woman sets her cup down, ruby eyes scanning over the board before she lifts a jewelled hand, moving chips across the board in great succession.

"And with that, I believe I win," Ningguang says. "You did very well this time."

The young girl pouts, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes.

"Oh, don't tear up. It's alright," Ningguang produces a handkerchief and holds it out.

The girl takes it gratefully, hiding her face in the cloth. "Uh- huh."

Ningguang exhales. Children are so delicate, like the petals of glaze lilies. "How about you go to the other room? I'll clean up here."

The girl nods, and slides off her chair. "Can I take my juice?"

"Of course, you may. But remember to hold it carefully."

She nods.Holding the cup carefully with two hands, she slides open the silk screen and enters the next room.

Your head turns at the sound, looking up from your spot by the window: perched upon a lounge chair, feet up. You smile and gesture for the girl to sit beside you. She sets her cup down and crawls next to you, burying her face in your chest.

"How did your game go, Haruko?" You ask, combing her hair free of tangles.

Haruko shakes her head and a sniffle escapes her. "I lost."

You hum sympathetically, “I'm sorry. There's always next time. You and Lady Ningguang were playing for a really long time! Good job."

Harukao's grip loosens a smidge. "Thank you."

The screen door slides open again and Ningguang steps through. The material of her gold dress drags behind her as she walks, the movement smooth as water. She has a familiar treat nestled in the palm of her hands, a famous Liyue sweet candy.

You nudge Harkuo gently. She lifts her head, crimson eyes widening when she sees the candy. She scrambles out of your lap.

Seeing them side by side, Haruko looks more like Ningguang’s daughter than yours. Their eye colour and hair are almost identical. But Ningguang has high cheekbones and a sharp jaw, whereas Haruko has round, filled in cheeks, like her father.

"For you," Ningguang offers it to Haruko. "As thanks for an excellent game of checkers."

Haruko takes the candy with an excited beam on her face. "Thank you, Aunt Ningguang!"

“You are most welcome.”

With the candy, Haruko’s sadness about losing the match is all but forgotten. She rummages through one of the cabinets by the wall, pulling out a colouring book (A collection of cartoon-like Rex Lapis drawings in his dragon form) and the crayons that are specifically kept there.

Many years had passed since the first golden house went crashing into the ocean after the battle with the Ancient God Osial. But the loss only pushed Ningguang to rebuild the new one, bigger, more elegant, and efficient than the last.

Currently, it was parked atop Mount Tianheng, overlooking the harbour. It was fancy, the walls a rich cream and the floors polished dark brown. Some things had to be kid-proofed (especially when Haruko was younger and Beidou insisted on bringing her to visit.) But now, she’s old enough, and familiar enough with the building, that you’re not worried. Not even by the koi pond that circles the living room.

Ningguang plants herself across from you on the couch as Haruko begins to colour in Rex Lapis’ tail. “She’s growing bigger and bigger every day.”

You nod in agreement. “I swear, she’ll be taller than her father soon enough.”

Ningguang laughs. “Sooner or later.”

Haruko’s finished two drawings and is on the third when you look outside the window to the Port of Liyue harbour, glimmering with the midday sun. The familiar outline of the Alcor’s sail and ship dots the horizon. You stand up.

"Are you finished with your juice, Haruko? We're going to get ready soon."

She perks up. "Is dad here?"

You smile at her. "Yes. Almost. You want to be the first to greet him, don't you?"

She nods adamantly, hurrying to put away her things in their proper places.

"There are some ingredients in the kitchen if you'd like to prepare a lunch before you depart," Ningguang suggests.

“Thank you,” you say to her, before turning to your daughter. “What would you like to make?”

She thinks for a moment. “What do you think dad would like?”

“Hm. Anything that isn’t fish,” you make your way to the kitchen, Haruko following closely behind. “After a month at sea, I think he’s sick of fish.”

---

Lunch made and packaged, you and Haruko begin the long walk down to the Port. Steps of green plaustrite appear as you walk. They used to frighten Haruko terribly. Now, though, she loves the way they appear under her feet and disappear when she steps off.

“Watch your steps,” you remind her. Though you trust Ningguang’s architects, you want her to be careful.

“Uh-huh,” Haruko says, half-listening. She’s always distractible on these types of days.

Kazuha isn’t a frequent member onboard the Alcor anymore, but occasionally Beidou will plead with him to accompany her. She says his anemo vision makes cutting through enemies so much easier.

Kazuha will go on month-long voyages with the Crux, maybe two months if he feels like it, but refuses anything more. He doesn’t want to spend time away from you or your daughter.

By the time you arrive at the docks, you’re sweating and the Alcor is pulling into the harbour. Haruko hops up on a dock anchor, waving to the ship.

“Hi!”

A deafening honk sounds from the ship, making Haruko laugh. Then again. Then once more. Honk honk honk honk-

Jeez, Ningguang can probably hear the boat from Mount Tianheng.

Haruko stands back just enough so that the sailors can tie the boat off and lower the gangplank, then she’s rushing onboard the ship. A woman hops down from the wheel, holding out her arms as Haruko leaps into them.

“Auntie Beidou!”

“Hiya Haru!” Beidou grins, swinging your daughter around in a bear hug, long brown hair flying everywhere. “How have you been? Jeez, you’re getting tall!”

“Good! Aunt Ningguang said she misses you.”

Beidou’s grin widens. “Has she, now?”

“Beidou,” you greet sweetly. (Walking on board with much more restraint.) “It’s good to see you’re well.”

Her eye softens. Haruko slowly slides out of her arms. “The same to you. I thought you guys were coming to meet us tomorrow?”

Your house, the one you and Kazuha have, is right on the border between Mondstadt and Liyue. It’s far from the port but it’s quiet, nestled by the beaches of Yaoguang Shoal.

“Well, Ningguang offered us to stay last night, so we did. Haruko wanted to see her dad as soon as possible.”

“Ahh, I see. Well, good to see you again.” Beidou turns to Haruko, mischievous smile on her face. “Your dad’s gonna be thrilled, watch this.”

She cups her hands around her mouth and shouts, “Kaz!”

High up on the mast, a tuft of white hair pops out from the crow’s nest. You smile and give a wave. The tuft disappears, and quick as the wind, the man reappears, hastily scaling down the mast.

He jumps the rest of the way and rolls to his feet, brushing white hair from his eyes, and is promptly tackled by Haruko, nearly losing his balance.

“Daddy!” she squeals.

“Haruko,” Kazuha grins, hoisting her up to rest against his side. “It’s been so long. How are you?”

“Good, dad. How was your trip? What did you do? Did you see any scary monsters?”

“Scary monsters, hm, I may have encountered a few.”

“You gotta tell me over lunch – can we eat it in the bird's nest? We made lunch for you!”

“Crow’s nest,” Kazuha corrects gently. “And really? Wow. Did you help make it?”

“Uh-huh! But I’m not telling you what it is; it’s a surprise! You’ll have to open it like a present.”

“That sounds lovely, Haruko. Thank you.”

You walk up to them and press a kiss to Kazuha’s cheek. “Hi, Kaz.”

“Hello, love,” Kazuha purrs, leaning into your touch. “You look stunning.”

Beidou guaffs, Haruko’s nose wrinkles. “Ew.”

(She used to scream at Kazuha to stop whenever he’d recite sappy love poems to you, covering his mouth with both hands so he’d stop talking. It always made you laugh.)

You pull away from Kazuha and save your daughter and Beidou from your ‘gross’ affections. “The journey to Inazuma ok?”

His eyes briefly harden. He smiles tightly. “It was alright.”

There’s a hidden we’ll talk about this later in his voice, unnoticed by Haruko. She wriggles and Kazuha sets her down.

“Can we climb the mast now?”

Kazuha takes her hand, “Ask the captain.”

“Auntie – Captian Beidou, can we climb the mast please?”

Beidou ruffles her head. “Of course you can, kid. Keep an eye out for me on there, yeah?” Then to Kazuha. “I gotta run some errands on land. If I’m not back by the time you’re gone, thanks for everything.”

Kazuha raises a brow. “Might those ‘errands’ have anything to do with that golden brocade you bought?”

Beidou just waves and grins, trotting off the gangplank and jogging towards the Jade Chamber.

---

The crow’s nest is really only meant for one person standing up, much less three adults and one child, but you make it work. Haruko is obviously given the best seat, you’re squashed beside her, and Kazuha balances on the edge of the nest, legs dangling over the air.

“Why can’t I do that?” Haruko asks as you unpack lunch.

“Because it’s dangerous. Your dad’s very experienced and can catch himself if he falls.”

You’ve seen it happen many times before. Kazuha losing his footing or grip, that split second when he fell and your heart stopped. Then the gust of air that followed, propelling himself back up to safety.

“Once you’re bigger, you can do this,” Kazuha says.

Haruko huffs. “You always say that…”

He chuckles and pats her head. “We just want you safe, is all.”

You pass out bowls and chopsticks around. Kazuha helps affix a chopstick holder to Haruko’s (she’s getting better, but it’s still a challenge to her.) Haruko insists Kazuha close his eyes as you pour out lunch.

“Ok, you can open them!” she says once things are all set.

Kazuha opens his eyes. A steaming bowl of Jueyun Guoba rests in his hands. Juicy cuts of ham, crisp Jueyun chilis, and the rich aroma enough to make your mouth water.

“Ta-dah! What do you think?”

“Oh, Haruko, it looks divine. You made this?”

“Yep! Hurry and taste it!”

Kazuha takes a bite, closing his eyes. “Delicious. So tasty. Captain Beidou should hire you as a chef, or better yet, wanmin restaurant should hire you.”

Haruko grins ear to ear, “Hehe, thank you.”

As you all eat, Kazuha tells you all about the adventures from his trips. How he saw the most beautiful of flowers, or how he fought a translucent glowing eel, Captian Beidou cooked it up and ate it, how she was sick for three straight days afterwards.

Haruko listens to him intently, staring at Kazuha with such a light in her eyes that makes your stomach flutter with pride.

You snuggle closer to Haruko, wrapping an arm around her. The three of you like actual crows, tucked high away, safe from the clutches of the outside world.

---

Haruko wears Kazuha out that day.

She seems to want to do everything Kazuha missed for the past month in a single day. You told her she needn’t rush – Kazuha wasn’t going away any time soon - but that didn’t deter her in the slightest.

You soak your feet in the icy ocean and search for seashells in the sand. You catch crystal flies in the old ruins, delighting in the way Haruko’s face lights up when the yellow wings fade, leaving just the core. You scale one of the many stone cliffs just to enjoy the view as Kazuha plays a tune from a passing leaf.

On your way home, you get some mora meat from a vendor and share the remaining candies from Ningguang as the sun dips below the horizon. When Haruko’s eyes begin to droop, Kazuha carries her on his back the rest of the way home.

Kazuha brushes the hair from her face, kissing her forehead delicately. “Good night, my starlight. May your dreams be as sweet as shooting stars.”

“Poetic,” you murmur, barely containing a laugh.

Kazuha’s eyes gleam as the two of you tuck the covers tight around Haruko, kiss her once more for good measure, then gently close the door on her bedroom.

Finally, alone, Kazuha wastes no time in wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head against your shoulder and sighing.

“Tired, pretty boy?” you ask, a lilt of mirth in your voice.

Kazuha hums in agreement, releasing you to intertwine your fingers. He gazes at you, eyes-half lidded, and presses a smattering of kisses to your hand.

“Shall we go on a walk?”

You glance at Haruko’s bedroom.

“Don’t worry,” Kazuha reassures you. “The wind will watch over her.”

You’re tired, but you’ve also missed Kazuha enough to fight off your slumber. You both wrap up, then make the walk down to the sandy pools of Yougung. The full moon is high in the sky, the breeze cool against your skin.

“Things are still bad over in Inazuma,” Kazuha begins, softly. The wind almost carries his voice away. “It’s gotten better. The vision hunt decree is struck down. Some visions have been returned to the people, but things are still very tense over there…It’s not a place where I want to bring our daughter…”

You squeeze his fingers tightly. It’s felt like ages since you first met Kazuha, when he was just a spry young man onboard the crux. His hair was shorter, he still wore bandages over his arm to hide his injuries from escaping Inazuma.

Now, he lets his hair loose. He wears more Liyue-style clothing. His right hand – the one in your grasp, has healed. Though the physical pain has left, the scars remain.

“I miss my homeland,” Kazuha croaks. “I love what I have with you – I love our home. But a part of me feels forever trapped in Inazuma. Longing for it. I-” He shakes his head, speckles of crystal tears forming in his eyes. Your heart aches at the sight.

“It’s alright, Kazuha,” you wrap your arms around him, rubbing his back. “I can’t begin to understand what that feels like…but I can be here to help you.”

“I just fear-“ he chokes, gripping your shirt. “I fear I’ll never be able to see it again. I’ll never get to bring Haruko to see the cherry blossoms that bloom in spring, or let her feed the cats that roam the islands like wanderers.”

Though you want to, though every part of you wants to assure him he’ll see it, you can’t promise him that. He knows it as well.

You comb your fingers through his hair as his tears stain your shirt. “If that’s the case - If things never get better in our lifetime - then we will make the most of it. Nothing lasts forever. Inazuma will one day change.”

You pull his head from your shoulder to meet his eyes. They’re red and puffy. You rub your thumbs over his cheeks, wiping away tear tracks.

“But no matter what, we’ll see it through together.”

Kazuha covers your hand with his, leaning into your touch. “Thank you, love. I am forever grateful that I get to spend my life with you.”

You rest your forehead against his, pressing forward just enough so your lips touch.

“Forever,” you murmur. “And then beyond where the wind lies.”

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You’re Mine [Eli Hawk Moskowitz x Reader]

Requests: 1. there’s a new girl on miyagi-do, she’s classmates with sam, hawk, miguel, tory, robby, demetri, etc... for some reason, she and hawk didn’t like each other (he can be on cobra kai or eagle fangs, that’s your choice), and one day they make a bet, which this girl wins. hawk has to be her slave for a whole week. BONUS IDEA: a stolen kiss during a fight. maybe admitting feelings for each other? i’d love that! ( @berriewrites​ ) 2. love the hawk smut but i’d also love some fluffy hawk about him secretly liking the reader who’s in miyagido but he tries to act all tough and hide it (anon) 3. AHHH CAN WE GET SOME HAWK FLUFF!? I love the idea where you swear that you don’t like him and you guys make eye contact from a distance when he’s standing with his friend group and you’re standing with yours and you get flustered and he can tell and he smirks and just ahh (anon)

A/N: this took so longggg this came out longer than expected (and honestly i could go on, but i wanted to get this out already) + real life has come hitting all at once and its been overwhelming lol. thanks for being patient and sticking around <3 i enjoyed writing some fluff (amidst a flurry of smut reuests loool :)

Words: 2981

Warnings: none

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Summary: You don't like Hawk. He's a bad person, that much you know for sure. You're ready to make his life miserable when he loses a bet with you, but then you actually have to spend time with him...

   You didn't like this.

Forgiveness seemed to be a virtue that evaded you. Eagle-fang and Miagi-Do were uniting and everyone seemed to be all for the union – except for you.

Some things were simply unforgivable. For you, Hawk breaking Demetri's arm was one of them.

You and Demetri became nearly inseparable friends when you both joined Miagi-Do. He had told you all about his former friend Eli and how he'd abandoned him in the favor of bullying him in any way he could come up with; that bullying taking a turn to the extreme when Hawk took to breaking bones.

    Demetri had since forgiven him, but you hadn't.

Demetri had a softer heart than he let on, and he missed Eli terribly, so when the latter suggested they work together he gladly accepted.

But you were more objective about the situation, as you weren't a part of it, and forgiving such cruelty was beyond you.

    The one good thing about the dojos coming together was the intense dedication that grew on everyone. Now that you had a common enemy, many participants would hang around in Miyagi-Do's dojo long after training sessions, training until you could hardly move your limbs.

     The sun had ago long fallen when you and the remaining students took places around a mat, ready for the sparring session to begin.

With Daniel and Sensei Lawrence gone, you had taken to writing down names and pulling them out of a bowl to decide on sparring partners.

    All the negative emotions you felt channeled in to great excitement when Miguel called your name – followed by Hawk's.

You could have sworn you saw a look of something you couldn't read – concern, perhaps, or fear? Before he seemed to share your excitement as he stepped on to the mat with a grin that was almost predatory.

    Two could play at that game.

    “You're as good as dead,” you said, your voice dripping venom. Hawk's smirk just grew.

    “Is that so, princess? I'd like to see you score as much as a point.”

A light bulb lit in your mind.

    “Yeah?” you taunted. “What if I get three?”

Hawk laughed. “You got a lot of confidence, don't you? I'll tell you what. If you can score three points on me and win, I'll...” He bit his lip as he thought. “I'll let you boss me around for a week. Whatever you want.”

The blood rushed through your veins, ready more than ever to fight. You were grateful for the lack of your sensei, knowing this nonsense wouldn't stand if he were here.

    “Deal.”

    “Are you guys done?” Miguel huffed, standing between you two, ready to referee. “Good. Bow.”

    You bowed without intent and got straight to attacking. Hawk didn't expect it; he came from the dojo that prides itself on strike first and yours cared mainly about defense. You earned your first point within seconds.

    That only served to throw Hawk off his game further. He dived in right away for the attack and was caught unprepared when you fell, sweeping his leg.

    You earned your second point.

By that point, Hawk might as well have been fuming out the ears. His brows furrowed in anger as he looked at you like you were the most vile thing he had ever seen; that satisfied something within you.

    The flurry of hits and misses was so rapid you were caught unprepared when you managed to land a punch on Hawk, Miguel's voice rising as he named you victor.

    Hawk huffed, clearly exerted. You smiled. “You're mine.”

You were fully intending to use this bet to its full potential.

The next day was Saturday, and Hawk, true to his word, showed up at your doorstep at 9 p.m sharp, just as you had ordered.

You paid him no kindness when you opened the door, not exchanging a word with him before demanding: “Helmet?”

Hawk handed you a helmet, not looking particularly pleased about the situation but not being able to stop himself from taking in an eyeful of you anyway.

You needed a ride to tonight's party – that's where Hawk came in, beginning his work for you as a personal valet. Accordingly for the event, you were dressed meticulously, showing off your best features – and if you were to judge by Hawks reaction, you were on your way to turn heads.

You climbed on the motorcycle after him, circling your arms around him loosely; but when he kicked off and started the ride, you couldn't help but tighten your hold.

    The party was overcrowded with people from the moment you got there; Yasmine's parties tended to get a bit... excessive.

You ditched Hawk the moment you got sight of your friends, ditching the helmet on his bike to run over to Sam, Moon and Yasmine.

Yasmine didn't hide the dirty look she sent at Hawk. “Ew. Who's the freak?”

You grinned proudly. “My valet. Ignore him. Actually...”

You looked over to the drinks table; someone had tapped a keg and it was being swarmed with people.

    “Hey, Hawk!”

Hawk turned to you, the slightest furrow in his brow as he had already joined his own friends. You pointed at the drinks table. “Vodka soda!” you ordered.

He rolled his eyes, but did it anyway. Your friends watched wide-eyed as he obeyed you wordlessly, bringing over the drink. “Anything else, princess?”

    “Yes,” you gave him a judging once-over. “Don't drink tonight. I want to get home in one piece.”

He bit his cheeks and glared at you before growling “Fine” and returning to his friends.

At some point you didn't even want a drink any more, it was just fun ordering Hawk to go fetch you another one; and so, you found yourself unintentionally drunk, laughing mindlessly at anything said and swaying on your feet.

You didn't even know how late it had gotten when Hawk came in the living room looking for you, ready to go home as most the others already had.

You had earlier made him promise to take you home as well, and – something you were quickly learning was, Hawk was definitely a man of his word. He spotted you half-sprawled on the couch, laughing with Yasmine at something you didn't fully register. Your cup was askew in your hand, contents about to spill over when Hawk grabbed it out of your hand, placing it on a table nearby.

    “Come on, Y/n. It's time to go.”

    “Not yet!” you grinned gleefully, taking hold of his wrist and shaking it dumbly as you spoke. “Later! We're having fun!”

Hawk placed his free hand on yours that held him. “It's four AM, Y/n, time to call it a night.”

    You didn't reply, instead resorting to pouting like a child.

His eyes softened (the puppy eyes never failed to work) – but his jaw clenched. “If you don't come now I'm leaving you here.”

    “Fine!” you hurriedly rose to your feet, using Hawk for balance. “Bye,” you pouted at Yasmine childishly as Hawk pulled you away from her and out of the house.

The sudden quiet of the outside was nearly overwhelming, Hawk's voice sounding too loud for you. “How am I supposed to get you home when you're this drunk?”

    “I'm not drunk,” you answered instinctively, knowing that you very well were.

    “If you can make it to the bike in a straight line, I'll believe you.” You look at his bike, ten feet ahead. You decide to keep holding on to him. “That's what I thought. Listen. You gotta stay awake, okay? I can't have you falling off in the middle of the road, or making me sway, because then we're both dead. Got it?”

    “Dead. Got it.”

Hawk didn't look convinced, but placed a helmet on you and buckled it anyway.

It was about ten minutes in to the ride when Hawk pulled over. He turned to you, his voice as serious as he could make it; you simply smiled, somewhat dazed. “This isn't going to work.”

    “Hm?”

    “Y/n!” Hawk called, trying to wake you up a little. “Don't fall asleep!”

    “Yes, sensei.” you slurred. Had you been any more awake, you might have noticed the way Hawk's eyes widened at that.

Hawk had to refocus himself to go on. “I'm serious. Look... My house is closer than yours. You can sleep it off at mine, and I'll take you wherever tomorrow. Okay?”

    “Okay,” you shrugged, your mind not caring about much other than regaining the warmth of Hawk's body pressed against yours.

Minutes later you pulled up at an unfamiliar house. Hawk unbuckled your helmet and set it aside, helping you off the bike and guiding you inside, motioning Shhh as he led you through the corridor of his darkened house until you reached his room.

The most natural thing for you to do the moment you saw a bed was to collapse on it. In the seconds Hawk turned his back on you to find you Pj's to wear, you had fallen asleep.

    Looking at you on his bed, Hawk exhaled heavily. He was very aware of your hatred of him; what he couldn't understand was, if everyone else forgave him, why not you?

It certainly didn't help that you looked the way you do, that you were talented, and that everyone loved you.

So Hawk undid your shoes and pulled them off, laying a blanket on you before leaving you to sleep.

    You woke up groggy, somewhat hungover and in a strangers room; an interesting start to the day.

You didn't really want to leave the comfort of your lonesome in the room but it was clear you would have to face the music at some point, so you womaned up and left the room.

Following the smell of food cooking, you walk down a hallway to find a red-haired man in the kitchen, his tattooed back to you, muscles flexing as he flipped a pancake.

With his hair down, it took you a moment to register who you're seeing; who's bed you spent the night in.

    Hawk.

Your first instinct was to groan, to cower in to yourself in regret; but then you remember how tenderly he treated you the night prior, making sure you got safely to a bed, letting you have his bed.

You swallowed your pride and stepped in to the kitchen. “Morning.”

Hawk's shoulders jumped in fright as you startled him; you couldn't help but giggle. He quickly rightened himself, straightening his back and flexing his abs as he turned to you.

    He was good looking and he knew it. You hated him.

However, you felt your power returning to you as he couldn't help but look you up and down, your disheveled clothes revealing a bit more than they had the night before. Hawk inhaled sharply, reminding himself of who he was, how he was supposed to act: unfazed.

    “Bout time you got up.”

You frowned, looking at the kitchen clock. “What do you mean about time? It isn't even noon yet.”

    “Yeah, well,” Hawk flipped a pancake on to a nearby plate. “You wanted me to take you to the mall today, right? I have practice later, so it's gotta be now.” The Eagle-fangs were holding weekend practices of their own, something you weren't a fan of.

    “Jeez, fine,” you sneered, allowing yourself to sit at the kitchen table. Amidst the chaos that was waking up in Hawks bed, you had totally forgot you previously asked him to take you out today. Yasmine's parents were making her take tutoring lessons, Moon was doing some spiritual healing thing and Sam was with Miguel, so you were left all alone – but you certainly didn't intend on spending Sunday at home, doing nothing.

    Hawk finally shut off the burner and joined you at the table with a stack of pancakes and two plates in tow. “Eat away your hangover. I'm not gonna hold your hair up if you hurl.”

Breakfast with Hawk ended up being a surprisingly civil affair; so was shopping. There was something exciting about dragging him along after you, shop after shop, having him carry your bags and modeling clothes for him. And honestly, you were loving the effect you had on him. You knew he was trying to hide it, but you could see the way he grew antsy when you tried on bikinis. You loved teasing him, knowing he couldn't have you.

    What also didn't hurt was the way you two turned heads walking down streets together. You were undeniably gorgeous, and he... While at first you thought it was the bright red mohawk that grabbed peoples eyes, after a close inspection you couldn't deny he had fair features, too. You had to look away whenever he tensed his jaw, accentuating his jawline, or if God forbid he smiled, you had to deny the way his smile made your stomach knot up.

    As though to top off the experience of him, by the time you finished shopping, Hawk would have been late if he was to take you home, so you suggested he take you to practice with him and just take you home once he was finished. And oh my... You did not need to see him fighting. Having a whole hour to see his biceps flexing as the threw punches was doing you no favors; when you were both practicing you were too busy with yourself to notice him, but right then you had a whole hour to do nothing but stare.

At the end of the practice you rose when Hawk approached you, ready to go. When his sensei understood you were waiting there for him, he asked Hawk, “Yours?”

Hawk didn't answer; he merely smirked that Hawk smirk of his. His sensei nodded proudly. “Nice.” Creep.

You had a couple more days to squeeze the most you could out of your bet, and by all means were you planning on using them.

Hawk was taking you to school and home every day on the back of his bike – to Miyagi-do, too. It became a regular thing to see you two together, and if anyone was expecting you, they expected Hawk, too.

Just as the previous mornings, you and Hawk walked in to school together. Seeing your friends, you bid him goodbye and went to join them, your eyes lingering on him a bit too long as he said hello to Miguel.

Yasmine's jaw dropped as she looked at you, her expression scandalized. “What?” you asked.

    “You're totally in to the freak!”

    “What? No,” you denied – but even as the words left your mouth, you could hear your lack of conviction. “No.”

You looked back to where Hawk and Miguel stood; this time, he caught your eye. Then, with total audacity, he winked at you.

You felt heat rush through your body.

The smirk that grew on him suggested he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

    You hated it.

Deciding to put an end to this madness, you wordlessly leave your friends and march up to Hawk, a new rage running though you.

He stopped talking with Miguel when you reached him; Miguel visibly tensed at what he felt was a dangerous situation for him to be in.

    “Sidebar,” you ordered. Hawk smirked.

    “After you, princess.”

You hoped no one would notice when you lured him in to an empty classroom, but in all honesty, it was you and Hawk. There were always eyes on you two.

You turned to him once you were engulfed in the silence of the room. “Listen. I don't know what you're playing at, but cut it out. I own you, got it? Don't go winking at me in the hallway like I'm your girlfriend or something.”

You expected to see him cower, blush, show any sign of intimidation – but there was no such emotion. The smirk he wore only grew in confidence. “You sure about that?” he asked cheekily. “Because it seems to me like you'll find any excuse to be around me.”

You couldn't believe the audacity of this boy. You were stunted for words; he went on. “Be honest with yourself. Once the week is up, you'll still find reasons to talk to me.”

You bit your cheeks; you hated how he was right, how he read you so easily. “And look, I'm done playing this game too.”

Your stomach dropped. Was he about to reject you, without you even confessing? “I'm not playing with you,” you tried to say intimidatingly, but your voice came out too small for comfort.

    “Me neither. So...” Hawk looked down at you; you could have drowned in his ocean eyes. You averted your gaze to the side, crossing your arms.

    “Fine. We can call it off early.”

Hawk chuckled. You wanted to punch him. “You still don't get it, do you?”

You returned your eyes to Hawk, ready to chew him out when he placed his hands on your cheeks, pulling you to him for a kiss.

You could feel yourself melting in to the kiss, feeling a rush of adrenaline run through you as you finally got to experience what you didn't want to admit to yourself that you craved so deeply.

When he finally pulled away, he kept his hands on you, your noses nearly touching. “I've wanted to do that for a long time,” Hawk admitted.

You half-smiled. “It's only been a week.”

Hawk had burst in laughter, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. “You still don't get it.” Before you could protest his words, his lips met your once more.

    Maybe you could find it in you to forgive him, after all.

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WHAT BENNY DOESN’T KNOW | Chapter 5

A TRIPLE FRONTIER STORY

Summary: One good night out turns into a two month affair.

Warnings: Mature 18+ ONLY!! Drug use, relationship abuse, mental manipulation, drinking, cheating, angst, language, smut, praise, fingering, slightly rough sex, squirting, unprotected sex (you know the phrase kids...).

Word Count: 6335

A/N- This is a heavy chapter so I have done a longer authors note here. Please read before continuing if you haven’t already read it. Events in this chapter take place 11 months before Italy and a couple weeks after Will’s chapter.

PART FIVE| 11 MONTHS AGO

'Hey Will said you were back. Want to go grab a drink tonight?'

'Yea, sure. Who else is gonna be there?'

'No one else, unless you want to invite others. I kinda just wanted to spend some time with you and catch up.'

'Okay, sounds good to me.'

Frankie had run into Will as he was coming out of a bar earlier that afternoon. He was grateful that Will hadn't notice him coming out through the doors of the establishment, allowing him the chance to pretend like he was just in the neighbourhood; and the fact they had run into each other outside a bar was just coincidence. When Will had casually dropped into conversation that you were home and that he had seen you, that had triggered something in Frankie. Whether it was just his slightly drugged up and alcohol riddled mind or something else, Frankie couldn't tell, but he knew he couldn't get you out of his head.

Frankie had always had a thing for you, ever since Benny first brought you home with him after your last tour together and introduced you to everyone. You were gorgeous, deadly and had a wicked sense of humour, you were everything he wanted in a woman and that's why he had been absolutely terrified to make a move. As time went on and you found your place amongst the group, Frankie came to appreciate how lucky he was just to have you in his life and as a friend and as time moved on further still, it became clear to him that he'd completely missed his chance.

He had started dating Laura just over a year ago now. She was nice, pretty, sassy. She reminded him of a slightly watered down version of you and believing he had fully missed his chance with you and would never get the real you, he figured he could do a lot worse than settling for Laura.

Around month nine of the relationship Frankie started to recognise he wasn't happy. He soon found himself relapsing into old habits he'd fallen into after he'd first come home for good and the PTSD had settled in. It started off as sneaking a bump off someone in the bathroom of a bar one night when they had gone out for drinks with some of Laura's friends. Just a little something to get him through the rest of the evening. A couple of days later it had happened again. It was only when Frankie had dug out his old burner phone from a lock box in the garage and contacted his old dealer, did he realise he was no longer in control anymore, but he didn't care. That's how he had ended up drunk texting you at half past three on a Tuesday afternoon asking you to go out with him for the evening so he didn't have to be at home with 'her'.

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“Hey.” you said getting up from the booth you had commandeered as you waited for him to arrive.

“Hey.” he grinned as he wrapped you up into his arms, his head burying into your hair. It was so soft and smelt amazing, like coming home. “You been waiting here long?” he asked as he reluctantly pulled away from you, both of you sitting yourselves back in the booth. Frankie had taken a moment longer than he should have to get out of his truck when he had first arrived, prioritising snorting another line of coke up his nose off his dashboard, instead of coming straight in to you. A slight panic fogged his brain as he feared he'd taken longer than he had and made you wait ages for him.

“Nah, I only got here like 5 minutes ago or something like that.” You confessed and Frankie relaxed a bit. “Do you want me to go get the first round?” you asked, pointing towards the bar.

“No, its alright, I'll get it.” Frankie said hopping up from the seat. “What do you want?”

“I'll just take a beer.” you replied. You really were a girl after his own heart.

Frankie came back with two bottles of beer a few minutes later, handing one over to you as he tried to manoeuvre himself back into the booth without using his hands. “So when did you get back?” he asked casually, a typical conversation starter.

“Nearly two weeks ago.” you said, taking a sip of your beer.

“Where did you go again?” Frankie asked, his memory of where you'd been the last 6 months hazy.

“Colombia.” you said.

“Ahh, te dio la oportunidad de trabajar en tu español.” Ahh, gave you an opportunity to work on your Spanish.

“Cállate, mi español es muy bueno. Después de todo, aprendí de los mejores.” Shut up, my Spanish is great. I did learn from the best after all, you said stroking his ego and making him blush slightly.

“So what were you doing down there?”

You looked down at your bottle, unable to meet his eyes. “A whole load of stuff that, probably wasn't very legal.” you said, giving him as vague an answer as you possibly could. You looked up, expecting him to have a judgemental look on his face, but instead you were met with one of sympathy. You'd all landed yourselves in some form of shit or another since leaving active service and Frankie was the last person who could pass judgement.

You sat there for almost an hour just talking, drinking your first beers slowly. “You want another one?” Frankie asked, motioning to the empty bottle in your hands that you were now peeling the label off of.

“Yeah, sure.” you said with a smile. You looked to your left to find the pool table had also just become free. “Do you want a game?” you said motioning to the table where the last occupants were throwing the cues on top of it.

“Yeah sure. I'll go get the beers, you go rack ‘em up.” he said, hopping out of the booth with a smile.

You made your way over to the pool table, reaching your hand into the pocket of your jeans, searching for loose change. You took the quarters out, slotting them into the machine. The balls dropped like thunder as they were released, rolling towards the end of the table so you could pull them out the hole in the side. You rolled the discarded pool cues to the side of the table as you reached for the triangle, placing it on the top near you. You bent down to pull out the balls, dropping them blindly inside the triangle above your head. When you had pulled out the last one you stood and was met with Frankie's still smiling face making his way back over to you.

He handed you the beer and you took a sip before placing it on the edge of the table so you could use both your hands to pick out the balls, moving them into their correct spots within the triangle, then sliding them all into place. “Who's going first?” you asked Frankie who had put the pool cues that had been on the table, back into the rack on the wall, choosing his own to play with in the process.

“Well that depends, you get any better at breaking.” you screwed up your mouth at the cheap shot he'd just taken. You were a decent pool player but you were awful at getting the game started.

“Fine Morales, looks like you're going first.”

“Thank you.” he said, jokingly tipping his head at you as he put himself in position at the end of the table.

There was a loud crack as Frankie hit the triangle, the balls bouncing off each other in different directions. You winced in disbelief as he managed to pot two balls with just one shot. He flashed his eyebrows at you, showing off. “You know I think that was one of each.” you taunted him, bringing him back to earth. “You can only chose one, what's it gonna be?”

“Just because I know how much you love playing stripes...” he said leaving the sentence open with a shrug before moving himself around the table to pot one of the solid coloured balls. For a moment, both of you watched eagerly expecting it to go in, but it leaned to the right at the last second and bounced back, away from the hole.

You took a quick sip of your beer before placing it back on the side. “Ready to see how it's done.” you teased, dancing around the table sizing up your first shot. You started out with an easy shot, potting it with not much trouble. Frankie gave you a small nod of acknowledgment before you began circling the table again, working out your next move. You saw it near the corner. You lined up your shot and... clunk, you sank another ball into the hole.

You stood back from the table grinning as you looked over to him, ready to taunt. “That's two.” you said, a faint giggle at the end of the sentence. You danced around the table again looking for the next one. You decided to try your luck but ultimately missed.

“Hey, you can’t get them all in one go.” he said, pushing himself off the wall where he had been leaning. He handed you his beer to hold as he took his go. He fumbled his shot and you were soon handing his drink back to him to take your next go.

It had ended up being a quick game. You had won, easily potting ball after ball, much to Frankie's amazement. “Okay, you had to have been cheating. I want a rematch.” Frankie said, playfully challenging you.

“I mean, I am more than happy to give you one... then beat your ass again and then again and again.” you laughed.

“Okay, okay, I get it. Just rack 'em up again. I gotta go to the restroom.” he said backing away towards the door to the toilets.

When Frankie came back from the toilet he carried himself differently. He seemed both a little bit shinier but also spacey. It was a look you had recognised in people around you many times and had even, on occasion, experienced yourself. You had experimented with drugs a few times over the years, sometimes to keep your cover when trying to get intelligence out of a contact, other times just because it was a night out and you wanted to let your hair down. You never made a habit of it though. You never would have pegged Frankie of making a habit of it either, but it was becoming clearer and clearer to you, as you thought back on his behaviour at the start of the night, that it was.

“Hey, you ready?” he said as he picked his pool cue back up, snapping you away from your internal monologue. 'He's a grown man, he knows what he's doing' you berated yourself, shrugging off his actions. “You wanna break this time?” he asked you, raising his eyebrows encouragingly.

You pulled a face of discomfort. “Uhh.”

“Come on, I'll help you. You'll never get better if you don't practice.”

“Fine.” you said rolling your eyes, your footsteps falling heavier, stomping, mocking a stroppy teenager. He laughed.

“Come here.” He said ushering you to the table and taking a stance behind you. “You're problem is you doubt yourself and then get shaky on your follow through.” He said as you leant forward and lined your cue up with the ball. He leaned over with you, one hand on your left arm, helping hold it steady, the other finding a home over your hand on the cue.

He helped guide it back and you relaxed into his touch as you let him manipulate the shot. It was a gentle, yet forceful, nudge of the cue that sent the white ball careening quickly towards the waiting triangle of balls at the other end of the table. You turned back to him, smiling in triumph at the clack of balls as they scattered across the table. That's when you realised how close the two of you were. You couldn't help but look directly into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide, somehow they were both bright and glassy at the same time.

You weren't sure why you were doing it, but you found your fingers reaching for the front pocket of his jeans, hooking just the tips of them in slightly, nudging the bag of blow. His eyes grew panicked as you began to pull the small baggy from his pocket, curling it into your fingers. You bit your lower lip, trying to search his eyes for how he was going to react, if he was going to react. He didn't move. A part of you thought about just getting rid of it, just tossing it out, but you were having a good time with Frankie, he was having a good time with you. You felt safe and it had been so long since you'd had a good night out you thought 'fuck it'.

Neither of you said anything as you began to creep away, bag still firmly scrunched into your fingers. Frankie tried to act casual, attempting to go back to focusing on the game as you snuck off to the toilet. He assumed you had gone to get rid of the coke, he never imagined you'd have some yourself.

You rushed into one of the stalls, quickly assessing how best to go about this. You decided that none of the surfaces were sanitary enough to do this properly. You sighed, half excited, half still berating yourself for stooping to this, as you took a seat on top of the toilet lid. You tucked your hair out of the way before opening up the baggy and tapping only a small amount of the white powder onto the back of your hand. You listened a second, making sure there was no one else in the bathroom with you. Silence. You quickly lifted the back of your hand to your nose, closing off one of the nasal passages and then sucking in all of the powder, with your intake of air, with the other.

You'd forgotten how awful it felt in that first moment, your nose burning. You coughed and continued sniffing as you attempted to clear the passage, waiting for the initial pain and discomfort to subside. It only took a moment for the rush of euphoria to set in. You resealed the bag, then wiped off any remaining remnants on your hands, before tucking the baggy back into your clutched fingers, hiding it, as you left the stall. You quickly checked yourself over in the mirror, self consciously wiping underneath your nose, then fixing any stray hairs.

As you went back out into the bar, the effects of the drug really started to settle in. Everything seemed shinier and brighter, happier. You made your way back over to Frankie who was stood leaning against his pool cue, awaiting your return.

He stared at you intensely, trying to work out what it was that you had done with the drugs. It was only when you came to a stop directly in front of him and he got a look at your eyes did he realised what you'd truly done. He found himself breaking out into a small smile of adoration, impressed by your courageousness, but it carried with it this underlining guilt in the pit of his stomach. That feeling of guilt though was quickly quashed altogether by another feeling as you pressed yourself close to him once again so you could discreetly put the little bag back in his pocket. You gave him a sly smile and that was it. That was the moment Frankie knew he was completely in love with you. You gave him a coy grin before reaching for your pool cue and continuing the game.

Watching the coloured balls dance across the table top when you hit them, felt so much more satisfying now. You didn't even care if you were losing as long as you got to keep watching the balls of colour roll back and forth across the table. You enjoyed your beer and your company, you and Frankie nudging each other and taking any chance possible to touch one another now you were both happy and relaxed. “Come on Morales.” you said as you placed your hands over his shoulders, giving them an over exaggerated massage like he was about to go into a fight. He tried to shrug you off so he could concentrate and sink his last ball. You stopped your movements but didn't take your hands away and both of you froze watching the ball intently as he took the shot. Clunk.

He stood up straight and whirled around, wrapping you in his arms, a big grin on his face. “You know I let you win right?” you teased him.

“Sure you did.” he said placing a kiss on top of your head before leaning back slightly so he could get a better look at your smile, his arm still firmly around your shoulder. He leaned back against the table, his legs spread apart slightly so you could rest between them. You were both smiling content in the embrace, neither one of you wanting to pull away.

Frankie moved his hands to rest against your hips as he began to wrestle with the idea that had just popped into his head. He looked longingly to your lips, wanting to kiss them. Your smile faded as you scanned his face, realising what he was thinking. It was probably only 3 or 4 seconds but it felt so much longer due to the pace at which your next thoughts flooded your head. 'Oh my gosh, are we gonna kiss? What about Laura? Maybe they broke up? Oh I really want to kiss him.' then his lips were on yours and it was like someone had just set off a bunch of fireworks in your brain. Your head felt like it was fizzing and tingling, you couldn't help but smile as you melted into the kiss.

Frankie felt your lips pull tight against his as your smile burst from your lips and it only encouraged his own. He pulled away only briefly so you could both acknowledge how happy you were right then in that moment, but you quickly closed the gap again, practically throwing yourself into him, desperate to feel that tingling feeling in your brain again. At your enthusiasm, Frankie wasted no time deepening the kiss, his hands snaking down to your ass and pulling you tighter to him. This was everything he ever wanted, what he'd dreamed about for years now and it was finally happening. It felt better than he could have ever imagined it to be. Your kisses were powerful and hungry and for a moment you both almost forgot where you were.

Frankie quickly broke the kiss. You were about to protest when he took hold of your hand and started leading you to the door.

Neither of you said anything as he lead you to his truck. He gave you one more quick passionate kiss before opening the passenger side door to you and encouraging you to get in. You happily hopped in before turning back to give him another kiss as he closed the door.

He drove you both back to your place, using his spare key to let you both into the apartment. You had given each of the boys a spare key to your place just in case of emergencies but this was the first time you'd ever seen Frankie use his and it made you happy. The image of it felt so natural to you, like you were both coming home together after a long day.

You didn't have time to revel in the domesticity of it though as Frankie pulled you inside, rapidly closing the door before latching his lips back onto yours. You felt him lift you up into his arms and he carried you to your bedroom.

Your feet dropped back to the floor as you both made it through the doorway, Frankie wasting no time to start undressing you and himself between hungry kisses, both of your tongues fighting to pull each other back together after every break.

When you were both completely naked Frankie wrapped his arms tightly around your middle, lifting you slightly, walking you both towards the bed which you collapsed onto together, Frankie coming to lay on top of you. You reached your hands up into his hair as he covered your naked body with his own. It was only in that moment that you fully realised he hadn't been wearing his trademark hat this evening. You made a mental note of the actions significance and happily kept smiling and giggling into his kisses.

A sudden feeling took over in the pit of your stomach as you watched Frankie's gaze darken, his lust for you taking over at your joyful sounds and the way your naked body moved underneath him. You felt his hands move to your hips and he suddenly flipped you over onto your stomach before guiding your hips up so you were resting on your knees, your ass and pussy on full display for him. “Oh god.” Frankie groaned at the sight. “Hold it there baby, there's something I wanna do.”

You felt him get off the bed and heard him shuffle around on the floor for something. It took you a moment for your brain to realise what he was doing. He was rooting back into his pocket for the cocaine. You thought about saying something but decided not to for fear it would ruin the moment and this would all stop. This was Frankie. You had wanted this for so long and you were willing to put up with anything just to have his love and attention all to yourself.

You felt his hand smooth over your ass, his fingers digging into the flesh, giving it a squeeze before he let go. You shifted your head slightly so you could look back and watch him as he opened the little baggy and began gently patting the powder out of it, leaving a line of it across your right cheek. The dark look in his eyes as he stared at the sight made your knees want to go weak. He could sense the slight tremble within you, “Hold still for me baby.” he said as he took hold of you again, his hands firmly placed either side of your ass, holding you still. You closed your eyes, thinking if you didn't see what was about to happen, maybe you could act like it never did.

It all happened so quickly you didn't even have time to really take it in. Frankie quickly leant down, taking the powder up his nose, his tongue coming out to lick up any remaining powder before he thrust his face between your folds. You let out a startled squeal of pleasure as you felt Frankie's tongue dive straight in, catching you completely off guard. His patchy facial hair tickled your skin and you jerked back further towards his face, Frankie moaning in pleasure at the feeling.

He quickly pulled his mouth away, thrusting two fingers inside you instead, stretching you out and making sure you were ready. His fingers took a moment to explore your heat and you moaned as this thick fingers stroked your inner walls. You let out a groan when he took his fingers out and you were about to lift your head to turn and whine pathetically about it when he suddenly thrust his cock inside you.

“Oh fuck.” you cried out as you attempted to adjust to his size. He leant over you, his arm wrapping around your upper chest, pulling you to your hands. His head nuzzled into your neck, trying to get you to turn your head so he could kiss you. As you began to turn it towards him, his hand that had been holding your chest moved up to grasp your jaw, forcing your lips to his. He felt you clench around him as you reacted to the power move and he gently rolled his hips into you, your back arching, trying to encourage him even deeper.

He began pounding into you rapidly as he straightened himself up again. His grip on your hips was firm, holding you steady, pulling you back into him with every thrust. The feeling was overwhelming and the lingering effects of the cocaine only heightened everything more. “Oh my god baby, you feel so fucking good.” he praised you as your moans of pleasure rang out through the room.

You felt him lean forward again and you turned your head, seeking out his lips once more. “I've wanted this for so fucking long.” he grunted out between kisses. He almost melted when you moaned back into his lips in response to his words. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling your back into his chest again, making his rapid thrusts even deeper. He was hitting a certain spot inside you and it was devastating, your eyes wanting to roll back into your head as you relaxed it against his shoulder.

A feeling began to rise inside you. It felt so overwhelming and rapid you weren't even sure what was happening until it had already happened. Frankie felt your walls pushing back against him and when he thrust back he was forced out of you completely, your release gushing all over his cock and the bed. “Jesus fucking Christ did you just-” he couldn't even say the word. He was so fucking happy and impressed, but he saw the look of surprise on your face. He quickly crashed his lips into yours as he tried to reassure you that what had happened was a good thing. No a great thing. “Fucking do it again for me baby.” he said as he lined himself back up with your entrance and thrusted himself inside you once more.

You couldn't help but cry out, your mouth falling open against his. You felt so sensitive between your legs it didn't take much time at all before Frankie had you squirting again. “That's it, that's my girl. You're so fucking beautiful when you do that baby.” he said as he turned you around to face him. He could tell your eyes were unfocussed, completely blissed out from each devastating orgasm he was pulling from you.

He placed his hands either side of your head, smoothing your hair out of your face as he kissed it. He sat himself back on the bed, trying to avoid the wet patch on the sheets, pulling you to sit on top of him. He held you close as he pulled you back down onto his erection and you relaxed your head against his shoulder as he continued to smooth your hair. He began rocking you gently on top of him, letting you have a small break, both of you enjoying the moment of being close.

When you felt your strength coming back to you, you lifted your head from his shoulder, fixing your lips to his again. He lifted you in his arms, laying you back on the bed. He lifted your legs back, allowing him to push himself deeper inside you as his thrust began to pick up again.

You placed your hands either side of his head, forcing your eyes to focus on one another. “Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful.” he said, his forehead pressing into yours. You're mouth hung open again, your breaths coming out fast inbetween his thrusts, your moans stuttering wordlessly from your lips. He could tell your eyes were starting to become unfocussed again as your next orgasm built inside you.

He placed his hands under your hips, lifting them slightly allowing his thrusts to reach deeper still. The feeling inside you was devastating and your hand reached to rub circles over your clit, encouraging your release to come even faster. Once again Frankie felt himself being forced out from inside you as you once again gushed all over him and the bed, only this time he had a much better view. He was getting so close to his own climax and this only spurred him on even more. He barely gave you a moment to recover before he was thrusting himself back deep inside you.

His thrust were rapid as he chased his own finish and your fingers clawed at his back as you tried to ground yourself. Frankie let out a deep growl as he buried his head into the crook of your neck. His thrusts became sporadic, stuttering as he lifted his head to capture your lips in his own as he finished inside you. He stilled inside you and you relaxed into his arms as you felt every pulse of his cock inside you. It was a feeling that made you feel proud.

You looked up into his eyes. They were ones of complete bliss and adoration. You wanted to tell him you loved him but the words caught in your mouth so you settled for kissing him once more. This time the kiss was tender and not just because you were both exhausted. It said everything you both didn't feel like you could say. A silent acknowledgment of love.

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“Hey where are you going?” you asked him as he climbed from the bed an hour later and began pulling on his clothes.

“I gotta go.” he said as he shrugged on his t-shirt, unable to meet your eyes,

“Oh, okay.” you said, sitting up and curling your knees up to your chest. You watched him silently as your racing thoughts from the bar slowly started coming back to you. They were more prominent now in this post sex quiet. “Frankie.” your voice said tentatively. It was half broken as the reality of the situation set in and an ache began to form in your chest, along with a churning feeling in your stomach. He looked back at you, eyes sorrowful.

Frankie felt like he had just been punched in the gut. He could see the hurt behind your eyes and it killed him. He knew his love for you was so great and he hated that he was hurting you in this moment. He made his way across the room to you, his arms leaning on the bed either side of you as he leant down to kiss you. “I'm gonna make this right, I promise.” he said as you dipped your head away from him. He gave you a tender kiss on your fore head. “I'll text you in the morning.” he said before placing a hand under your chin, encouraging you to lift your head once more so he could give you a final kiss goodbye. You could only watch silently and helplessly from your bed as he turned and walked away. You practically flinched as you heard the front door close behind him, the sound echoing around your quiet apartment, the reality of your actions setting in. What the fuck had you done.

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True to his word, Frankie had indeed messaged you the following morning. There was no mention of Laura just an 'I really want to see you. Can I come over later.' You had of course said yes and you had both had a repeat of the night before, just this time with pizza and TV. You had wanted him to stay, but you also understood why he couldn't. He promised you he would soon though.

You had both carried on that way, the days turning into weeks. Wild nights turning into wild afternoons, always with the promise that at some point Frankie would break up with Laura and you would be together properly soon.

One week turned into two months and with every passing day your feelings for Frankie were growing stronger and stronger. You didn't care if he hadn't left Laura yet. You didn't care about the drugs, mostly because you could see he was using less and less when he was around you. You could see he was getting better. He was happier and shinier and you knew when he was ready he would end things with her and move in with you.

It was a Saturday evening when he turned up on your doorstep drunk and high and unable to get his key into the lock to let himself in. When you finally opened the door to him there were tears in his eyes. “Frankie?” his name fell from your lips as a question as he stumbled through the door. He made a beeline for your kitchen, searching the cupboards for more alcohol to drink.

You rushed over to him as you saw him pull a half full bottle of whiskey from the cupboard. He didn't even bother to get himself a glass, just started sipping it straight from the bottle. “Frankie, what the fuck is going on?” you asked as you snatched the bottle from his grasp.

“She's pregnant.” he choked out. Your face dropped, complete shock taking over.

“What?” your voice was barely louder than a whisper.

“Laura, she's pregnant.” he said again. His gaze wouldn't lift from a spot on the floor. There was silence between you as you both let the information settle in.

“What are you going to do?” you asked him tentatively.

“I love you.”

“What?”

“I love you.” he said again, finally looking up to meet your eyes.

“No-”

“I don't want to be with her-”

“Frankie she's carrying your kid.”

“I don't want to be with her, I want to be with you.” he said again stepping towards you, his hands outstretched reaching for you. You remained frozen to the spot as his hands rested either side of your face. “I love you. I don't love her, I want to be with you.”

“How long have you know?” you asked him, your voice cold. He was silent. “How long have you known?” you asked him again, your voice rising, becoming desperate.

“About a week.” he finally admitted. You stepped backwards, away from his touch, tears beginning to fall down your cheeks. “Please baby, please-” he began to beg, trying to step forward and close the distance between you again but you kept stepping away, shaking your head in disbelief. “Please, you make me better. I'm better when I'm with you.” You turned away from him, leaving the room in an attempt to get away, panic rising up inside you.

“I'll tell her everything, I'll get help, I promise just please-”

“FRANKIE STOP!” you shouted, rounding on him. He finally fell silent, allowing you a moment to breathe, to think. “I can't do this anymore.” your voice said broken. “If you really loved me, if you were actually going to leave her you would have done it weeks ago when you said you would. If you didn't want to be with her, why were you still sleeping with her, why did you get her pregnant-”

“I don't even remember it.” his voice came back broken and his knees gave way, his back leaning against the open kitchen door. He was sobbing now.

“Frankie, you need help.” you said to him tenderly as you made your way towards him. You sat on the floor beside him, your head leaning on his shoulder. His head slumped against yours in defeat.

“How did I fuck this up so bad?” he asked you. You didn't answer. You didn't need to. “I wish I had a time machine, like that car in that movie, back to the future,,, or that hot tub in that stupid movie Benny made me watch.” he started, his voice calming. “I wish I could go back to when I first met you and tell you how I felt about you. I wish I had told you I loved you the moment I saw you. I wish I'd never let Will or Santiago have the chance to fuck you before I did. Maybe then you would be the one carrying my child right now and not her.”

You let his words hang in the air. You wished more than anything that things could be different right now but they weren't. Frankie had a drug addiction. He had cheated on his girlfriend with you. He had promised you he would leave her but he didn't. Instead he had gotten her pregnant. You had been willing to over look so much for Frankie but for your own sake you couldn't do it anymore. There was a child involved now and there was no way you were gonna hang around and make this situation more difficult for everyone. “I'm gonna go to Italy.” you told him. He looked at you lost.

You had gotten the call that morning. You had been wondering all day whether or not you should take the job but now you saw it as the only option you had. You both needed space. Frankie needed to be there for Laura, for his kid and you couldn't be here as a temptation for him. “My supervisor called this morning about a job in Italy. I think I'm gonna go. I think we both just need some space away from each other to clear our heads.”

“How long?”

“I don't know. Could be a couple of months, could be longer.”

“I love you.” he said again after a moments silence, hoping it would change your mind, hoping it would make you stay.

“Promise me you'll get help Frankie.” was all you said. You were on the next flight to Italy the following morning.

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[duskholland]

OK I HAVE A MOB!TOM REQUEST...what about like reader is really innocent in bed & he's always on top but he asks her to be for once? & she's like really blushy & nervous but helps her out & it's hot but also sweet & passionate...ahh I am soft & hot for mob!Tom

-- clearing out the askbox: mob!tom edition -- 

mmm soft!mob!Tom...? yes please || 18+ !!!

“Do you want to change things up tonight, darling?” 

Tom’s above you, one hand on your cheek, the other at your waist. Your lips feel puffy and inflamed, your chest heaving as you recover from a series of very intense kisses. 

“What do you mean?” You ask, whimpering a little as Tom’s hand slips over your bare waist. It’s evening, and as soon as you’d stepped from the shower, Tom had taken the opportunity to pull you down into bed with him. You’re in only a pair of panties, wearing nothing else but his kisses. 

“Well.” The hand on your side slowly strokes up your front, and Tom kisses your jaw. “How about you ride me tonight, love?” He husks into your ear, lips catching your lobe. “Hm?”

You feel your eyes widen, and your grip on his hair falls a little looser. “You want me to… Ride you?” You repeat, stammering over the words. 

Tom pulls away from your neck, gazing down at you curiously. He hums in affirmation and then kisses your nose, lips lingering there for a moment. “Yeah. Nothing I want more than to watch my stunning girlfriend ride me.” When your lips quirk into a smile, Tom kisses your cheek, eyes glinting like jewels. “I can help you, if you’re nervous.”

It’s been a lot of firsts, with Tom. Your first long-term partner, your first sexual experiences. He is the first man that you’ve fallen in love with, and as you gaze up at his face, flooded with adoration and concern for you, you know that you couldn’t have chosen better.

“Okay,” you agree, exhaling a deep breath. “I’ll try.”

Tom’s careful to turn you over, and he sits up against the headboard. He’d shed his clothes long ago, and waits as you shyly pull off your panties and clamber up into his lap. His hands roll over your hips, warm and assuring, and he peppers your neck with kisses as you giggle. 

“You’re the most beautiful goddamn woman in the world,” he coos, punctuating each word with a kiss. Your lips curl into a smile, and you card your fingers through his hair as Tom pulls back. He leans to the side, stretching out a muscled arm to rummage through the bedside table before procuring a condom. Tom offers it to you, one of his hands skirting down to cup your heat. As you whine and buck down to meet the pressure, he presses the foil into your palm. “You do me, and I’ll do you?” 

You nod, fingers tearing the foil packet. “Sounds good to me,” you reply. Your breath hitches as Tom nudges your thighs further apart and drags two fingers through your slit. As you roll the slippery condom down his firm length, Tom slips two of his slender fingers into you wet cunt, working you open in preparation. 

“Are you okay with this?” Tom asks, wide-eyed when you reach down and pull his hand away from your entrance. As much as you’d love to roll over the edge on his fingers, you have different plans.

“Yeah,” you reply. You shift closer, Tom’s arms encircling your torso as you brush up against his cock. He’s hard, and you moan softly as you feel the pressure to your clit. “Gotta learn someday, hm?” You kiss the spot behind his ear, smiling against his neck as Tom grunts. “Anyway, you’ll help me, right?”

Tom nods his head. “Of course, darling.” He reaches down, and you sit up a little straighter, looking as he positions his member, aligning it with your entrance. You bite your lip as you feel the pressure to your pulsing hole, already desiring the stretch that comes with taking him. “Love you,” Tom reminds you, lips falling briefly against your shoulder. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark, rippling with unbridled lust.

Taking the lead, you reach up and rest your palms over his stocky shoulders, holding on as you slowly, slowly sit on his cock. You whimper quietly, breath hitching as your passage opens, welcoming him into your tight heat as you moan. As you settle over him, Tom’s hands move away from his length and go to your hips, guiding you down, aiding you when get lost in the dizzying sensations of him pressing your walls apart.

“There you go,” he murmurs, voice raspy. You fall to a stop, fully settled on his cock, and your forehead drops to rest against his shoulder as you pant. “Perfect, sweetheart. So perfect.”

You smile against him, thanking your lucky stars for landing you in the lap of such a gentleman.

“You’re so big,” you murmur, kissing his shoulder. Tom’s hands are moving over your back, rubbing soothing circles over your skin. After a final breath, you pull back to look at him, meeting his eyes. “‘M gonna move now.”

“Okay.” Tom squeezes your waist. “Just… Do whatever feels right, darling.”

You’re slow to start moving, and as you first drum up a rhythm, it’s a little clunky. The feeling is unfamiliar - the position rigid and unyielding - but Tom’s patient with you. As his hands help to angle your hips, his lips are on your face, ghosting your cheeks with kisses, speaking words of gentle encouragement into your ears until you’re melting into his arms. After a few attempts, you finally settle into it, moving over his cock in a way that feels good for both of you.

“Fuck,” you curse, dropping your forehead to Tom’s shoulder. Your face is dislodged each time you come down over his member, but you like it. Like how rough it feels, your forehead bouncing against his skin as Tom’s hands grab at you. You enjoy picking up the pace and feeling him quiver in response, his voice twisting higher into more desperate pants. “Feels so good.”

“Mmm.” Tom’s rutting up to meet you, and after a few further moments of this, you pull away and toss your head back, the new angle opening you up and welcoming him in deeper. Tom grunts, eyes skimming your bare front, watching the lines of your body as you fuck down over his length. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He’s panting, hot hands slipping over your sides. “Darling, you- you look like an angel.” 

You bite your lip, managing a fucked-out smile as you take in his cheeks, flushed red. His reactions to you only spur you on. A loud moan falls past your lips as Tom shifts one hand away from your hip and knocks two fingers against your clit, stimulating your bud. 

“Keep doing that,” you beg, feeling your high building, “Tom, oh my god, keep doing that.”

Tom nods, and the hand on your waist tightens. You fall nearer him, continuing your slick movements over his cock, feeling every ridge with each entry into your hot cunt. You’re close - you’re so close you’re biting onto his shoulder, body shaking.

“Cum for me, angel,” he rasps, “Let me see you fall apart.”

You unravel a few moments later, grabbing at Tom’s shoulders for dear life as his hand on your waist guides you through it, helping you out when you almost stutter to a halt. The action of your walls pulsing around him seems to push him over the edge, and just a few moments later you feel Tom judder to rest, his moans like sweet symphonies to your ears as they rain through the air. You ride it out together, your breathing in sync, deep, rattling pants igniting the space between you with passion and love.

“Darling.” Both of his hands are on your waist now, and Tom gently coaxes you out from where you’ve made home in his neck. You sigh blissfully as you pull away, looking up to him with a lazy, content smile on your face. “How was that?”

You nuzzle into his palm as Tom cups your cheek. “So good,” you mutter, grinning at him. “I liked it a lot.”

“Yeah?” Tom peppers your face with kisses until you laugh. “Me too. Maybe we could try it again sometime, eh?”

You lean in to kiss him, finding love in his lips. “I think that could be arranged.”

[captainsdolly]

Steve punishing you (hc)

Alternatively: Steve spanking you and making you swallow his cum (hc)

I was drinking beer out of a coffee cup while writing this, this hoe is a mess today

18+ only!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: Spanking, face fucking, leg riding, daddy kink, dom Steve, name calling (like once...or twice?)

Requested by @donutloverxo​

Not proof read, sorry for any fuck ups

First of all, Steve doesn’t punish you that often because you’re his sweet little baby girl so he lets you get away with shit more often than not

You just gotta pout, look at him with your big doe eyes and say “I’m sooo sorry daddy” and  he’s a goner

He’s whipped

So basically you’re: spoiled as fuck

So is it your fault that you act out sometimes just because you’re pretty sure you won’t get punished?

No, it’s his fault. Obviously

So here you are, at Stark’s party, flirting with Bucky, touching his arm, laughing at his jokes and all that flirty shit you do when you want free drinks (they’re already free though so like...why?)

You’re playing with your hair, biting your lip and he’s getting more and more confident

He circles his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to whisper something in your ear and you’re like uh oh

But he just tells you that “your Stevie keeps staring at us, doll”

You look over your shoulder and sure enough, he’s standing on the other side of the room, squeezing his beer bottle so tight you feel sorry for it

And his jaw is clenched, oh god

You turn back to Bucky to tell him that you’re gonna go talk to Stevie but before you can open your mouth you feel a strong pair of arms wrap around you

That’s the moment you’re supposed to say “I’m soo sorry daddy” but you shut your mouth as soon as you hear a low, dangerous sounding fucking growl

Bucky backs away because you’re Steve’s territory and like he doesn’t want to get punched for getting handsy with you

“You’re in so much trouble”, he whispers against your neck, and next thing you know you’re being dragged out of the room

He then hauls you over his shoulder and carries you to his bedroom while you’re helplessly kicking your legs and slapping his butt

“Please put me down, Stevie, I promise to be good, I’m so sor-“

“No”, he drops you on his bed as soon as the door closes behind you, “none of that. Not this time”

You look up at him and your eyes get wide because he looks FUCKING PISSED

He’s rolling his sleeve’s up to his elbows, not even looking at you and you’re just sitting there quietly, fumbling with the hem of your dress

“What are you waiting for, dumb pup? Strip”

You both know that’s not a request, that’s a command, but you still try and plead with him

You kneel on the bed, reaching for him and he’s still not looking at you even when he lets you pull him closer by his belt

“I’m sorry Stevie, we were just talking and you know how I get after a couple of drinks”

That’s when he looks at you, grabbing your wrists and pushing you back onto the bed

He may be pissed but you’re still the love of his life so he needs to make sure you’re not too drunk for this shit

“How much did you drink?” he crosses his arms and you’re silent for a second because damn those muscles, is it possible to ride a fucking arm?

“Just one cosmo”

He just chuckles, shaking his head and sits down on the bed, patting his thigh

“Clothes off, baby. You know daddy doesn’t like it when you flirt with other men. I wanted to break his fucking arm when I saw him touching you”, you’re about to argue but then you see THE VEIN

So you get naked as fast as you can but apparently, you’re not fast enough and he straight up drags you over to him and puts you into position over his thick thighs

“Am I not good enough for you baby girl? Do I not spoil you enough?”, he asks thorough gritted teeth as he lands the first strike on your bare ass, “Count, baby”

You cry out and weakly say “one”, it already hurts and he’d just started

Also, what’s that between your legs? Oh, you’re wet? Shocker

“Is my cock not enough for you? You want two super soldier cocks to stretch you? Oh baby, you wouldn’t be able to take that”, he lands five more and you count each of them

Tears are streaming down your cheeks and you’re trying to cover your ass but he grips your wrists with one hand while the oder lands on your ass once again

“You’re more than enough for me, Stevie, Daddy... please, I won’t flirt with him anymore, I promise, I won’t flirt with anyone”, you hope your sniffling is enough to soften him but he’s nowhere near done with you

You can feel his hard cock right beneath your chest and you try to move around to wake the beast but he presses his hand on your back, keeping you still

“Five more, baby. Tell daddy who you belong to”, he growls as he lands two more and you cry out, your pussy is throbbing at this point and you want nothing more than to feel his monster cock inside you

“I’m yours, daddy”

“Tell daddy you love him”

“I love you, and only you, daddy”

You’re squirming and writhing under his hand and he’s not letting you move, you bite into the sheets beneath you

He lands the last three and then stops, moves his hand away and just stays still, his palm still holding you down

You’re sobbing into the sheets and your hips start moving, trying to gain some friction

He shakes his head and spread your legs to make sure you get absolutely nothing, what a mean daddy, am I right?

“Daddy... are we done?” his heart breaks when he hears your small voice but he’s gotta be tough

His hand massaging your red, aching ass before he manhandles you into another position and now you’re kneeling between his legs on the ground

He grips your jaw and makes you look at him, your trembling lip and tears in your eyes are not making it easier for him

“No, sweetheart. You need to know your place. You belong to daddy and what did daddy tell you about flirting with Bucky who, may I add, tries to get in your panties every chance he gets?”

“He knows I’m yours, daddy”, you whisper as he leans back to unbuckle his belt and pull his cock out, it’s rock hard and aching to slide inside your cunt but he can’t do that yet

“Yeah? Well, we need to make sure he remembers that, so here’s what’s going to happen,” he doesn’t let go of your jaw, making sure you look him in the eyes and listen to every word he says

“Daddy is going to fuck your beautiful face and you’re going to get off on daddy’s leg. If you don’t make yourself cum before daddy shoots his load into your throat, you’re not getting daddy’s cock for a week. Are we clear, baby doll?”

“Daddy...”, you whine but he tightens his grip on your jaw and you nod quickly

“Then we’re going to go back upstairs and you’re going to tell Bucky what a slut for daddy you are. You’re going to tell him that this tight little cunt is mine”, he growls out the last word, his hand moves to the back of your neck as he pushes you closer to his cock

(That’s probably not the best time to ask him for a threesome with Bucky...)

You straddle his leg and your cheeks heat up because that’s new

“Awww is my baby embarrassed? Come on, ride daddy’s leg. I thought you were desperate for a cock. Or were you desperate for Bucky’s cock exclusively?”

You open your mouth to respond but he pushes his cock between your parted lips and bucks his hips, his tip already hitting the back of your throat

You gag, your fingers clenching on the material of his jeans and he’s holding your head still, not letting you pull back

“Grind that wet pussy on daddy’s leg or you know what happens,” he reminds you as his hips snap up, making you gag and choke around him

You squeeze your eyes shut, forcing your throat to relax and you start moving against his leg, the rough material of his jeans making you gasp

“Ahh, there it is, feel good, pretty baby?” He asks in a condescending tone of voice and you hollow your cheeks around his cockhead as he lets you breathe for a second before slamming his cock back into your throat

He sets a brutal pace, his leg pressing into your core to make you cum quicker because he doesn’t want you to lose this game

His balls are wet from your spit and are slapping against you with every thrust, you can feel his muscles flex under your palms

Your eyes roll back and you feel like you’re about to faint because you can barely breathe at this point and he keeps fucking

“Don’t pass out on me now, daddy’s getting close”

Your hips speed up and you can feel yourself getting closer as well, your juices are soaking Stevie’s jeans

He lifts his leg off the ground, basically lifting you with it and that’s when your orgasm hits you, because oh fuck he’s so strong

You shake and moan, the vibrations making Steve’s cock twitch

“Oh fuck, my cute little baby is gonna make daddy cum”, he chokes out, yanking your head back by your hair, ”shit, shit. Look at me, fucking look at me when I cum in your mouth, dirty little cum slut”

You can see the tiny droplets of sweat running down his forehead, his neck and face red as he pulls back a bit, only his red pulsing tip stays between your parted lips

He’s jerking himself, his other hand gripping your hair tightly and you force yourself to stay upright, the last waves of your orgasm already fading

You’re a weak, drooly mess and the only thing holding you up is his strong grip

“Yeah, baby, such a pretty little girl. Gonna make you swallow it all,” he growls, his  thick creamy cum shoots right into your mouth and you make sure to swallow it all

But it never ends, he keeps cumming and it’s too much, it’s leaking out of the corner of your mouth so you reach up and push it back into your mouth as he shoots a couple more times until his balls are milked dry

“Suck on the tip,” he breathes out, his muscles visibly relaxing and you do as he says before he pulls out completely

“Open up,” he tips your chin up and you open your mouth obediently, showing him you’d swallowed every last drop of his load, “that’s a good girl. Next time you do shit like that, I’ll put my cock in your ass”

😳

He lifts you off of the floor and sits you on his lap, wiping your cheeks with his thumb as his lips leave small little kisses all over you cheeks

“It’s done, it’s over. I’m so proud of you, my little baby, ‘m so fucking proud, daddy loves you”, he whispers, pecking your lips, once, twice, three times until you start giggling

He smiles softly and gives you a couple minutes to come down from your high

“Did you learn your lesson, pup?”

“Yes, daddy”

“Good. Now, get dressed. There’s something you need to tell Bucky”

[jeonsbun]

lover boy ─ p.jm [m]

rating ↬ 18+

word count ↬ 1,970

pairing ↬ jimin x reader

genre ↬ enemies-to-lovers! au, arranged marriage! au, marriage! au, husband! jimin, fluff (if you squint), angst, & some smut

warning(s) ↬ jimin being a dick (he really isn’t), jimin has a big 🍆, protective sex (pls be safe!), semi-public sex, oral (m receiving), usage of princess (like once or twice, dat’s it), cursing, love bites (y/n tries to cover them), slight dom!jimin, lip-biting, & lots of kissing. just pure filth 🤧 lower-case intended

summary ↬ when your parents marry you off to someone that you don’t know, you never expected it to be him.

a/n ↬ hi! welcome to the official oneshot of “lover boy”! i hope that you guys enjoyed the little teaser that i had set out. major thanks to @chimknj​ for beta reading this <3 this is a part of “dishonest love” monthly prompt from @thebtswritersclub​. this is also a little valentine’s day gift. please enjoy! also note that in no way is any members mentioned in this fic are what they are in real life. this is just all fictional. as always feedback is appreciated~

“what?!” you yelled into the phone. 

“y/n, calm down. it’ll be over in a year’s time,” the voice on the other side said.

you scoff, “you gotta be fucking kidding me, you’re really marrying me off to some douchebag who you think is good for me? someone that i don’t know?”

“y/n!” yelled the voice, “he is a good man, give him some time, get to know him. it’ll only be a year before it blows over. we’re doing this to protect you, y/n, we love you too much to see you suffer again,” 

you sighed into the phone, sliding your hand across your face in defeat, “fine dad, you said only for a year, right?” 

oh, how wrong you were. you never excepted it to be him. oh man, the man that you hate with all your gut, park jimin. 

he was your rival from another gang, his parents and yours were good friends, they were the ones who suggested you get married off together. 

before you knew even knew it, it had be more than a year. your parents thought that having a man in your life will bring in honor among the mafia members you called a family.

you thought this was ridiculous, really. you were always independent and you wanted it to stay that. 

when you had met your soon-to-be husband, it was during a party that your family had hosted. they wanted to impress some important people that you didn’t bother to care or know about. 

your mother was the one who picked out your dress for the evening. a golden dress, decorated with sparkles shone in the dim light of your room. a sequin v-style dress, that hung low upon close inspection.

“this dress is amazing,” you whispered to yourself as you ran your fingers through the soft fabric. you soon put the dress on, along some gorgeous pair of earrings and a pair of white heels to match. you looked in the mirror, “wow, mom’s got some good taste,” you whisper again, admiring yourself as you brush your hair.

few minutes later, you texted your makeup artist friend holly to help with the touch-ups and hairstyle. 

“did you see who’s here?” your friend holly asked you as you heard her heavy footsteps near. “who? who the hell are you talking about?” you reply, confusion on your face.

“park jimin,” she says as she shakes your shoulders. “THE park jimin. he’s here,” 

you gasped. you sprinted out of the room as fast as your legs could carry you. she was right. there he was, standing tall near the entrance of the building. He was sipping on a glass of champagne, talking to someone.

you gulped down a lump in your throat that you didn’t even know you had. your father ran up to you. “ahh my beautiful daughter, let me see her,” your father held his hand out toward you. you take it, him spinning you around, laughing happily. 

“father, stop. i’m getting dizzy,” you smile him at him. “there’s someone here that I would love for you to meet,” your father takes your hand again, tucking your arm around his, whisking you away.

you approached a tall man, wearing a dress shirt that was tucked away in his pants, his jacket hanging down on his broad shoulders. “namjoon, I have someone here I would like you to know, my daughter y/n,” 

“ahh mr. jeon. Nice to see you again. How have you been?” the man, namjoon was it? asks as he hugs your dad. Then his eyes shifted to you, “And you must be Y/N, your father has mentioned a thing or two about you. But, he never told me how stunning you are,” namjoon takes your hand and kisses the back of it.

you blush and looked away sheepishly. you looked at the man, leaning on the wall, near the entrance, staring right back at you. you gulped again. 

“y/n, y/n?” someone yelled out, bringing you back to reality. “Yes?” you replied back. “What were you looking at?” replied your dad, as he tried to look around at what you were staring at. “nothing dad, i’m going to get a drink,” you dismiss the question, as you walk toward the open bar, saying goodbye to namjoon. 

your brother jungkook was nowhere to seen. ‘He’s probably banging some chick again,’ you thought to yourself as you sigh and facepalm. then you felt a presence, watching you from afar. 

you turn around, catching his eyes. his stare is intense, but you don’t dare look away. you start to walk towards him, eyes filled with lust and determination. who does this man think he is?

“what do you want, park?” you say as you stared him down. “nothing, darling. Just admiring a beautiful girl, drinking alone,” he answered back. you scoff.

“as if, you asshole,” you roll your eyes. he suddenly grabs your arms and presses you against the wall. he looks into your eyes again, looking for something. “let me go, you dick!” you yell as you try and get out of grip. 

His grip becomes tighter as he leans forward and whispers, “let’s get to know each other.” He then leads the two of you into a closet down the hall, away from the party.

it was quick. so quick that you lost your footing for a second. before you even realized it, his lips were on yours. you pulled away quickly, catching your breath.

“what?” you heard him ask. “what the fuck, park? you don’t go up to people and start drag them into a closet to kiss them?!” you push him as you screamed. He just chuckles. “princess, i’m planning to do more than that,” he smugly says as he smirks.

“you wish, i’m leaving,” you start to turn around when you felt a hand rest upon your wrist. 

“wait, look i’m sorry, okay?” you hear him sigh, “your parents told me that we’re married and that i had to marry you or else our whole “family” will go to shit,”

You turn back around, “they said what?” this was the first time you were hearing this. “by the face that you are making tells me that you didn’t know,” 

you shook your head, blinking a few times. “why though? i just want to know why, and why you of all people?” 

he felt offended but he didn’t show it well. “they told me that it was for the sake of our family and shit, i’m 100% not sure anymore,” he shrugs.

you kissed his cheek, looking at him sadly. next time you knew, you were pulling his shirt off. he didn’t pull away at all. he started to kiss your lips again and down to your neck. 

you move your head, giving him more access. you sigh heavily as he sucks hard near the area where your neck and shoulder meet. 

he pulls down the back of your dress, releasing you into just your bra and panties. he stares at you again, you stand there sheepishly. 

you slowly bend down to your knees to pull down his dress pants. he looks down at you, just running his hands through your hair. you then pulled his boxers down, his member slapping his lower stomach. your mouth waters at the size. 

as you start to pump him, you grabbed his balls. you can hear him breathe in deeply, ‘looks like he likes it,’ you then go faster. 

“put it in, please,” he says faintly. “i’m sorry what did you say?” you tease.

“don’t tease, y/n please,” he says a little louder, bucking his hips a little to create friction. this was your turn to chuckle. you eventually start to put his member into your mouth, bobbing your head, slowly.

“y/n, go f-faster” he pants. you listen, going faster than before.

you then go for his balls again, massaging them as you go even faster.

“yes, just like that,” 

you felt his hand at the back of your head, you hollow out your cheeks as you let him use your throat. you then felt something shoot the back of your throat. 

you shallow the salty contents (i’m so sorry 😔), and stand up with your mouth open. jimin smirks at you and kisses your lips. 

he reaches behind you to unclip your bra. he then go ham on your breasts, marking them and massaging them. he takes his mouth to assault your nipple and massage the other, you sigh heavy again, dragging your hand through his scalp. 

he suddenly stops, whilst you whine from the cold air, surrounding you, and then goes to his pants, searching for something. he comes across his wallet. 

you see a wrapper, eyes quickly scheming around at his face, eyes looking suspiciously. he looks up at you, pulling the wrapper out completely, and then putting it in his mouth.

“can never be too careful, am i right?” he chuckles as you roll your eyes again, giggling. he then puts it on his member.

he picks you up and presses you against the wall again, kissing you again. your little makeup session was interrupted when you silently gasp as he slides inside. he takes this opportunity to bite your bottom lip and pull.

he then pushes you up and you sink back down. you moan out his name, creating red scratches across his back along the way. 

“oh my god, right there,” you moan out. you didn’t care that you were loud, he was hitting that one spot that made stars explode behind your eyelids. 

after hitting that spot again and again, you finally came undone. but he was not done, at all. 

he places you back down and bends you back, just a slight bit. taking you from behind, he goes faster and faster, and getting rougher. you felt his hand start rubbing circles onto your clit, jolting your insides again.

you felt your second orgasm coming, jimin could feel it. your walls clenching his member sweetly, you cooed at him, “i-i’m close jimin,” 

“i am, too,” he pants, you look back at him. he looked so handsome, his sleek black hair sticking to his forehead, lips bruised and swollen from all of the kissing and lip-biting, and chest, sweaty and soft to the touch. 

after one last thrust and a flick of a finger, you both came together. 

kissing your neck one last time, jimin pulls the condom off and threw it away. getting dressed, you saw yourself in the mirror. you looked awful, your hair was disheveled and your makeup was smeared. jimin looked up at you as he puts on his pants, laughing. 

you playfully punch his arm, you watch as he puts his shirt back on and then disappear. you put your dress back on and try and fix your hair as best as you could as you wait for him. 

jimin came back a few minutes later with a wet cloth, handing it to you. you use it to fix your makeup, wiping away the smeared mascara and lipstick. 

knock knock “fuck, who is that?” you whisper yell at jimin. he shrugs, “y/n? jimin? i know you guys are in there, i saw you two,” the voice said. “open the door, now,” you gulp, shaking uncontrollably. jimin places his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it as you slowly open the door of the closet. 

you smile fondly as you remembered this moment. 

a/n ➳ this is my first time actually doing a full length fanfic that including smut like this, oh my gosh this is just pure filth! i really hope you guys enjoyed this. this really made me nervous and made my heart pound. anyways as always, feedback is appreciated~

☙ masterlist 

[wornoutmouse]

Bakugo x reader/cheating Deku

Happy Thanksgiving hoes

Nitroglycerin which is part of Bakugou's quirk, smells like burnt sugar or Carmel fyi.

Once again no uraraka hate this was a request

As a last hurrah before you all graduated, Momo invited everyone to her luxurious home as a way to celebrate with games and bomb food.

 "Kaminari if I look back at my plate and another chicken strip is gone I will short circuit you." 

You sigh as you hear no response back, "You ate all my chiken strips didn't you?" Bakugo laughs, "Y/N you know damn well he did, now focus on how I beat Sero's ass cause this'll be you next!" You shake your head as you pick up your plate to get more food. 

You walk through the long corridor of the estate looking at all the bland artwork on the walls. "The kitchen shouldn't be this damn far from the living room." You grumbled pulling your phone out. As you got closer to the kitchen you heard a series of shuffling coming from the crack of the door. 

"Does Momo have prestigious cat or something?" You joked before peeking through the door. Izuku was pressed against the kitchen island breathing heavily. His face was red and skin shining in the light from sweat.

'that's weird.'

"Ochaco we can't be doing this so close to the others!" You could hear a clinking noise and Izuku's was currently looking down towards the floor. You could hear Uraraka's signature giggle bubble up but you still couldn't see her. Honestly, you couldn't see anything without opening the door more.

"That's suspicious"

"Calm down Deku, I'm sure no one is hungry anymore so we're fine!" Izuku grimaced, "I really think this is a bad idea- ahh!" 

You were too busy trying to peek inconspicuously that you pressed your whole weight against the door making it swing open. The plate that was in your hand fell with a loud clatter. 

Nestled on her knees was Uraraka who was currently busying her mouth with Midoriya's dick. Both of them turn their head at the sound of the noise, eyes going wide when they see you.

You stand there unsure on what to do. You weren't as sad as you thought you'd be in the situation. You weren't even boiling with rage like so many other stories you had heard. You were empty for lack of a better word. "What the hell is this?" 

Deku pushed Uraraka away from him and turned towards you. "Y/N I can explain, I-It isn't-" "What it looks like?" You finish picking up the plate with shaky hands. "See, call me crazy but, I think it's exactly what it looks like Midoriya." 

Deku flinches as the use of his last name. Uraraka stands up with a small blush on her face looking down at the floor. "Got damn it Uraraka be a woman and look at me!" You growled feeling the anger flow steadily through your veins. She looks up at you with small tears in her eyes. Whether from fear or remorse you couldn't care.

"H-How-" you choke on the words, holding your mouth as you stagger in place. "How long?" Izuku doesn't answer only watching with furrowed brows. "Y/N you don't look so good, do you need to sit down?" He walks towards you and touched your arm making you jerk it away. "Don't fucking touch me Midoriya and tell me how long!?" 

Deku clenched his fists before adoring a far away look in his eyes. "A month, a little bit after you visited your parents in the states. I-I didn't mean for it to happen I swear!." You slap his face, and he allows it. You shake a finger at him as the tears collect and the sobs threaten to surface. "A mon- ooo, I swear to God Deku." Your body shakes as it's over come with a hidden emotion.

"Aye y/n, you need to get your ass out here before you miss your...turn..." Bakugou said, trailing thin at the end. You step back from Midoriya before hitting his chest. "Ka-chan you gotta help me!" Demi starts, "Don't you fucking Ka-chan me! What the hell is going on?!"

Your let out a gutteral scream and throw the plate at Midoriya's head before walking past Bakugou into the hall. "Y/N!" Multiple voices scream out at you.

You blindly walked into a room and pace around, frustrated that there wasn't anything in the room you could throw that didn't cost more than your life. "Ima kill him, Oo I'ma kill him!" You mumbled as hot tears rolled down your face. You threw punches into the wall cracking it on impact. 

The door opens behind you and you side step into a kick almost meeting your mark before your foot is caught. It was Bakugou who looked at you with blank eyes. "If you wanna fight, don't take it out on the upholstery." You shake out your hands as you feel adrenaline flow through them.

Bakugo looks around and sighs before jumping up and down, holding his hand up in a fighting stance. "Come on, this rooms big enough as long as we don't use quirks." You narrow your eyes and charge without warning, punching Bakugou in the gut. 

"That Bastard!" You cried through grit teeth. You swipe under Bakugou's feet knocking him over before slamming your foot down which he doges easily. You felt the shock of it all coarse through you, "He cheated on me!" Bakugou stands up before bobbing away from a punch, "I know." 

You kick again which Bakugou blocks before attempting an upper cut. "He did it for a fucking month." You say feeling the acknowledgement as you side step. "I know." Responds Bakugou as he circles you. 

Anger flows once again and you put Bakugo in a head lock, "Uraraka, it was with fucking Uraraka. She knows me!" Bakugou grips your arms before bending over and sending you to the ground. "I know."

You stand up faceing him again, tears pouring down your face as your eyes burn from your eyeliner. "I loved him." You weakly swipe at Bakugou's face as the crippling feeling of sadness comes over you. Bakugou easily grabs your wrist and pulls you into a crushing hug grounding you. 

"I know."

You curl your fingers into the fabric of Bakugou's shirt as you sob loudly. Bakugou sighs uncomfortably as he gently rubs the top of your head, griting his teeth at your broken cries. Bakugou's hand trails down your trembling back as he sooths you.

He offers no comforting words. No questions. No angry affirmations. Just his presence as you let out your emotions. 

You raise your face from his chest and glared up at him. "What did I do!?" Bakugou swallows down his own rage and cups your face, ''Nothing dumbass you're perfect."

 You turn your head away bashful. "Bakugo, if I asked you to do something for me… Would you do it?" Bakugo sucks in a breath. "What is it?" You say nothing for a while as you stare out the window feeling your inner turmoil come to a stand still. "Will you make love to me?" 

You turn back to look at him, "It doesn't h-have to mean anything, I… I just want…" you bury your face in his chest letting yourself be surrounded by the faint sugary smell of his toxic sweat. 

A firm hand grasps your chin, softly tilting your head up. Your noses touched as your exchanged breaths intimately. Closing his eyes, Bakugou presses his lips against yours. You lean into it allmost too energetically as Bakugo backs you into the bed.

"I will do it for you this one time. But after that you'll have to be mine, no going back." You look at Bakugou and see his earnest face as he looks back down at you. "Promise not to-" "Like hell I'd do that!" You chuckle grimly, "Yeah he said that too."

Bakugou clicked his teeth before grabbing you by the waist pushing you further on the bed. "Forget that ass and focus on me." 

Hands slide along your sides as you kiss, intertwining tongues. You grip Bakugou's hair as you run your hands up his neck. Pulling away for air, your lift your head as he trails soft kisses along your jaw before coming back to your mouth. "So pretty.." you shake your head whimpering at the compliment.

Bakugou nibbles as your jugular, "No back talk." 

Nimble fingers unbuckle your pants as he kisses you again nibbling on your lips.  Tossing your pants somewhere, Bakugou nibbles on the soft flesh between your thighs as he continues to rub your sides. 

You moan, softly bucking your hips when you feel a warm wet muscle massage your lower regions. "Bakugou." You gently card your hands through his soft hair as he eats you out, opting between gentle sucks, licks, and the occasional bites on your thighs and stomach. 

Your legs flex from shocks of pleasure as Bakugou grows more persistent with your heat. You raise your hips to find some relief from the constant pleasure but Bakugou only held on tighter to your thighs, lapping up your fluids like they were the sweetest nectar.

With one last lick Bakugou trails up your body again leaving kisses as he grinds slowly into you. "Are you sure? We can stop right now if you want." You shake your head as you slide your hands up his body watching him shiver as your fingertips lightly brush over his chest. "Please, keep going." You become serious. "I want him to hear it." 

Bakugou looks at you unsure for a while. He was conflicted, on one hand revenge like this would be perfect. On the other hand would this truly help you? Putting away his better judgement, he nods. "Then you better scream my name." 

You open your legs wider as Bakugou undresses before you, poisoning in-between your legs. You were more than ready to receive him as he pumps his cock in front of you. "Bakugou!" You whined, shaking your hips, "Shit, I know but we're gonna need a little more than that."

After accumulating a good amount of pre-cum, you feel the familiar burning sensation of his cock being forced into you. Bakugou wheezes at the contrasting warmth of your insides as you squeeze all around him. Your voice shakes as you feel the rough drag of his cock as it moves throughout your tightness.

"You're so thick." You sigh as you toss your head back to try to focus on relaxing. "Thanks." Bakugou replies dryly, nosing at your neck as he waits for you to adjust. He knew his cock was thick as hell and hard to adjust to, so he understood your tired enthusiasm

Bakugou takes hold of your thighs and uses them to thrust into you. He raises your leg suddenly making you yelp as he humps his cock against your g-spot. "Wait Bakugou I'm sensitive!" You grab his hand to slow him down but he simply intertwined his fingers with yours, slamming it back down on the bed.

"Remember, you wanted them to hear you." You turn on your side and grip the sheets as Bakugou growls into your ear. Your breath hitches as his rough hands grip your love handles, using them for momentum. 

"Come on, say my name." You squint as your spot is hit repeatedly, "Baku-" a heated hand comes to wrap around your neck, "That's my last name TeddyBear, I want you to say my real name." As the hand squeezes,  you moan as you feel small shocks, pop against your skin, "F-F-Fuck, Katsuki!" 

Bakugou moans at the sound of his name and snaps his hips against yours, "That sounds so sexy, Say it again."  A heated hand whips your ass, "K-Katsuki, you feel s-oh good!" Your eyes roll behind your head and you push yourself away from the pleasure as you feel your impending orgasm. 

"Don't run from me Y/N, I wanna hear my name when you cum!" You close your eyes as Katsuki goes faster, wrapping his warm hand around your neck again. From where he's hand is holding your love handles, you can hear smalll pops as your waist lights up in sweet pain. "Katsuki!" "Louder! Fuck I'm going to cum!" 

"KATSUKI!" Your world sparks to white as you come around his cock. Bakugou continues fucking you through your orgasm. His eyes are tightly closed as heavy pants leave his mouth. His hips stutter as he cums deep inside releasing a high moan as he slouches over your worn out body.

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After a half assed clean up, you and Bakugou walk to the common room and come to a shocking scene. "I am very disappointed in you Midoriya." Iida says as Todoroki renews a fresh layer of ice over Deku's legs ask while Deku is receiving a wet willie from Sato. 

Mina and Jiro are yelling at Ochaco who looks like she's about to cry. Kaminari and Mineta are talking about how it is unlawful to cheat on a "total babe" and Kirishima is lamenting to Koda, Shoji, Ojiro about how it is "unmanly" to lie and cheat.

A hand drops down on your shoulder and you turn to see Tokoyami with Koda behind him. "Are you okay Y/N?"

You smile and put a hand over his, "I'm fine boo." He nods, "Good because if you weren't I wouldn't hesitate to go to the end of the earth and find the most painful way to end a hero's life, then i would double it by 4 and use it to cut off Midoriya's prepubescent balls."

The room goes quiet as you cautiously peel Tokoyami's hand off your shoulder, eyes wide.

You look at Midoriya and take a deep breath. "You ain't shit, but I forgive your cheating ass." You turn to Ochaco, "You raggity but I forgive yo skank ass." 

Mineta laughed, "I would hope so, with how loud you two were." The room laughs as you a Bakugou blush.

Hagegure was nowhere to be seen

[hyenahunt]

Conquest: The Fool’s Fruit - 3

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring

Proofreading: royalquintet (JP & ENG)

Translation: hyenahunt & haranami

Ibara: Agh!? Now Anzu-san is attempting to headbutt me! I can’t let down my guard for even a single second! Life is truly a battleground!

[Location: Inside ES Elevator]

Jun: Hmm~ So you cook for Nagi-senpai every day, huh~ What's got you so dedicated? Could it be love?

Ibara: Ahaha☆ How very absurd! Is it not simply common sense to take good care of your weapons so that they function optimally?

And, in the first place, don’t you do the same, Jun? I’ve noticed that you tend to make His Highness Hiyori’s favorite foods — aren’t you devoting yourself to him with all your heart?

Jun: Nah~ Elites like you guys probably have no idea about this...

But when it comes to the CosPro-affiliated schools, it was usually the duty of underlings to do such servile work, while Special Students were spared from it.

So I guess I do it out of habit, kinda like something I just go along with... After all, doing as the missus says puts him in a good mood.

Ibara: That’s perfectly fine with me ♪ Please continue keeping His Highness in a good mood, just like that. If something isn’t done about his condition, we may be affected detrimentally later o— oh?

What a coincidence! I see that you’re hard at work from this early hour, Producer-dono! Salute~☆

Jun: Mm. I was wondering who you were calling "Producer" — so it's Anzu-san, huh?

There's a whole bunch of folks with that title in the ES Building, especially the Producer Association... It feels like it'd be kinda easy to mix 'em up that way, no?

Ibara: Ahaha, that’s correct. I, too, have the title of Producer!

It can get quite confusing when Producer-do— Anzu-san and I are present at the same meeting!

Jun: Then why not just call her by her name?

It doesn't feel that great being referred to by just your title, don'tcha think~? It's like someone yelling to us like "Hey! You there, idol!", isn't it?

Ibara: Who knows? I wasn’t the one who proclaimed that we should refer to Anzu-san as “Producer”.

I cannot say that I’m well-versed in the inner workings of His Eminence Eichi’s mind. Perhaps he wanted us to refrain from being overly-familiar with each other lest we damage our reputations.

Jun: Hm? Why're you laughing, Anzu-san?

— Wait, sorry, I totally forgot to greet you! Good morning! All the best with your work today, Anzu-san!

Ibara: Agh!? Good grief, it’s wonderful to see that you’re minding your manners, but we’re currently inside a rather cramped elevator! Please refrain from flailing about so wildly — you were a hair’s breadth away from headbutting me, I’ll have you know!

Jun: Ahaha. Yeah, but it's no sweat for you to dodge stuff like that, right?

Mm? Ahh, I noticed you've been in a pretty good mood this morning, Anzu-san...

But maybe it's 'cause you're finding it a fun change to see us have an ordinary convo like this for once~?

Well, we were your enemies previously, as Eden~

So it makes sense you wouldn't be used to seeing us casually chatting, even if it's just something normal to us.

All the same, even if you didn't mean anything by it and it's not something for you to worry about, it's pretty rude to suddenly laugh in someone's face, yeah~?

If you ever did that to a Special Student in Reimei Academy, you'd get taken to the back of the school and beaten up, y'know?

Ibara: Now hold on a second, I’m quite certain that it wasn’t the type of lawless, delinquent-ridden school that one only sees in manga—

Agh!? Now Anzu-san is attempting to headbutt me! I can’t let down my guard for even a single second! Life is truly a battleground!

Jun: Ahaha, you don't gotta apologise that much.

But since you're a professional now, Anzu-san, there's no harm in learning some business manners, right~?

Ibara: Oho? An opportunity has presented itself before me! In that case, allow me to recommend the Ibara Lecture’s business course, managed by yours truly!

Jun: The heck's an Ibara Lecture?

Ibara: It was decreed that we needed to create small-scale Circles amongst ourselves, correct?

But if I truly must spend my free time in such a manner, I’d at least like to utilize it effectively. Thus, I created a venue wherein like-minded people would be able to exchange and discuss useful business tips.

Jun: What a workaholic. ...You'll be fine since you're trained up and all, Ibara, but please have some consideration for Anzu-san's health, alright~ Both physically and mentally — it's almost the season for the May blues, after all.

...Hm? Same goes for Eden, you say?

Ahh— you're quick to catch wind of things, as always~ So you've heard about the chaos we've been thrown into thanks to Conquest, huh?

Ibara: Fufu. None of Eden would be affected by phenomena like the May blues in the slightest.

But, well, it is the season of great change; it brings with it an endless amount of problems.

What was that? You’d like to know if there’s anything you can help with?

Fret not, your feelings are more than enough!

I, Ibara Saegusa, am truly moved by your kindness and consideration, Anzu-san! Why, I can hardly hold back my tears!

Anyways. I more or less pay no mind to what other idols choose to do, but…

Eden is the sole unit that I toiled over, that I raised from the ground up. And as such, I am somewhat attached to it; I wouldn’t allow even you to meddle in our affairs.

But please be at ease. I have immersed myself in the world of management and producing for far longer than you have — I am nothing short of an experienced businessman.

I will ensure that we turn this issue into a source of profit. I will resolve it magnificently, without fail.

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