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clowningaroundmars · 5 months

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heeyyy yaaalllll

so i was thinking to myself, i love punkflower. i really do.

what if there was a hobie in miles' universe and he didnt have to do the whole long distance relationship across dimensions thing, though? just keep his lil secret crush on spiderpunk a secret and keep it pushing, only to literally bump into his own hobie brown in 1610 one day?

wouldnt that be cool, guys?

wouldnt it? :)

wouldnt :) it :) be :) so :) cool? :) and so cute too?

update: >part 2 here<

Miles was late.

It was his first day back, the very beginning of his junior year at Visions Academy and he was late. God damn.

His parents were really gonna kill him this time, no doubt about it. There weren't even any good Spiderman excuses he could use to weasel his way out of getting into trouble this time! He'd just have to cross his fingers and pray that his chemistry teacher for this year wasn't a total hardass like last year's English teacher.

Maybe he could make up some dumb excuse this time, try to wriggle his way into the professor's good graces with some blatant lie. Anyways, whose dumb idea was it to put him in a class so damn far from the entrance doors so early in the mor--

BRRRRRRING!

Miles tore around a corner just as the final bell rang throughout the mostly-empty hallways, inciting panic in his chest and making him nearly launch himself down another hallway just to get to his class.

In his haste, he nearly knocked over a very tall and very... familiar looking person that happened to be in Miles' trajectory. Luckily, bodies didn't end up colliding but the shock of having a person fly so quickly into their line of sight shocked the both of them into skidding to a sudden stop.

The tall person ended up dropping a textbook and what seemed like an enormous packet of papers, because sheets scattered absolutely everywhere, almost like snow.

Ugh. Of course.

They both stared down at the mess in the middle of the hallway floor for a beat.

Then, Miles exhaled a laugh, shaking his head.

"Aw man, I-I'm sorry! I just uh... here, lemme just--"

They both bent down to quickly scoop up the papers as Miles stuttered and spoke a hundred miles a minute, trying to apologize for the heart-stopping scare he caused. Just as Miles shuffled the papers together in his hands, he finally looked up at the unlucky student he almost football-tackled first thing in the morning... and nearly dropped the papers onto the floor again.

Kneeled right in front of him with papers and a textbook tucked under a skinny arm, long fingers nervously plucking up what was left of the rest of the packet, was none other than... Hobie Brown.

Oh. God.

This Hobie didn't seem to be Miles' Hobie, though.

(Miles' temperature rose a bit as he quickly thought: wait, my Hobie? That's not right, either.)

Instead of large freeform locs that tapered off like wicks, he was sporting long uniform locs that were piled up high in a loose ponytail on his head, most likely due to the school policy that stated boys needed to have hair above the nape of their neck. Miles kinda wondered about that policy, if he ever decided to grow out his hair; would pulling his hair up be enough? Or would they police his hair length and force him to cut it all off?

Well, turns out the answer was literally right in front of him. Another shock to the system right after the first one.

That was Miles' excuse, really. It was just so dang early in the morning and he really really wasn't thinking when he opened his mouth and basically shouted "Hobie?!"

It honest to god sounded like it echoed in the hallway.

He slapped a hand over his mouth, immediately chastising himself for the stupid mistake he made, mentally kicking himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid!! He wasn't supposed to know this guy obviously, they hadn't even met in their dimension yet!

Hobie, for his part, didn't seem perturbed by this at all though. He took the papers from Miles' hands and straightened himself back up to his full height, offering a hand so that Miles could stand up too.

He shrugged shyly and hid behind a couple locs that happened to fall back into his face, holding the books and papers closer to his chest.

"Uhmmn yeah, sorry. I-I'm runnin' late to my first class so I can't really give any autographs right now. Maybe later... if we see each other, ok?"

Miles blinked owlishly. Did he just say... autographs?

And wait a minute... was this Hobie... American?

Miles' poor little sleep-deprived mind was being blown again and again. He really didn't know if he was ever going to recover from this.

Hobie started to back up and walk away so Miles held his hands up to stop him. "Wait wait wait, autographs? I'm not uh-- sorry, this is weird," he laughed, rubbing his neck. "Nah, man. That's cool. I don't really want any autographs. Are you uh-- are you famous, actually?"

It was this Hobie's turn to blink owlishly now, hesitating a bit. A non-pierced eyebrow was raised as he said, "I... I kinda am...?"

He turned and pointed out the giant window of the hallway that they happened to be standing by, and Miles craned his neck to peer outside.

It smacked him right in the face once his eyes landed on it: a giant billboard fixed atop a neighboring building that depicted Hobie Brown in a luxurious-looking perfume ad. He sported the same locs as he did in real life, wearing shiny-looking makeup and giving the viewer the fiercest, smokiest look Miles has ever seen from a model in a hot minute. He was clutching deep purple satin, wrapped in it, basking in it. A single perfume bottle with a deep purple bow on the neck was photoshopped next to him, matching the overall vibe of the ad.

Miles was rooted to the spot, absolutely gobsmacked. How in the world did he miss that?!

Distantly, a small echo of a conversation he had in what seemed like a lifetime ago floated up from a memory. "I was briefly a runway model" pulsed in his neural pathways for a quick second.

Slowly, the gears started turning in his head. Slowly, he turned back to his dimension's Hobie Brown, who was giving him a strange sort of look.

Miles awkwardly tried to gather himself up, waving his hands around as he struggled for a non-weird explanation to his very weird behavior.

"I-I mean-- ahahaha! Yeah I mean, obviously you're famous! I was just y'know-- playin' with you. Pulling your leg and all that, I guess... heh."

The strange dubious look on Hobie's face didn't budge. "...Right."

Miles coughed conspicuously, trying to change the subject. "But uh yeah, haven't seen you around this school much then! Are you... you in a different grade than me or...?"

The corner of Hobie's mouth twitched suddenly, and for a split second Miles wondered if he said something wrong.

But then Hobie chuckled a bit. "No, I don't think so? This is my first day here. Like... ever. So I'm not really surprised you haven't seen me before. I just transferred over."

Miles practically sighed in relief and nodded, hands in his pockets. "Right! Right, very cool. Welcome to Visions then, I guess. Uh... I'm Miles! Miles Morales. Nice to meet ya!"

He goofily stuck a hand out, which Hobie actually accepted. They shook hands for a second, and then Miles was suddenly taken aback by how cold his hand was against his own skin. It was a definite contrast to the warm and lanky body he remembered practically draped across his own, back in Mumbattan.

He forced those particular memories away for now.

This Hobie was smiling down at him, sad eyes set inside a seemingly genuine expression of fondness. "Cool. I'm Hobie. But, uh, it seems like you already knew that, so."

"Aha, yeah yeah! It just-- honestly it's just the shock of, uh, running into a major celeb in the middle of my school that really got to me, I think. Sorry. I probably look like a total weirdo right now!"

Hobie shook his head, and Miles took the opportunity to really study this guy now that the shock was over and the vibe was more chill. This Hobie was just as long and lanky as the punk anarchist Miles was already well acquainted with, but he held himself completely differently. Where Spider-Hobie was all confident strut and careless swagger, this Hobie seemed to be all reserved grace and... sadness? He definitely reminded Miles of a willow tree drooping down into a lake, beautiful but tragic at the same time.

Okay Miles, get it together, he thought, stop thinking this guy is beautiful. I mean, he is beautiful yeah... but c'mon man, focus!

Hobie's non-pierced lips were moving now, finishing a sentence that Miles most definitely did not catch.

Then, Hobie looked at him expectantly.

Oh shit. He just asked a question didn't he? Fuck.

"Uh, sorry... one more time?" Miles grinned as wide as he could, apologetic. Nice going, Morales, the humorless voice in his head chimed in. Definitely not convincing this guy you're an alien from outer space or anything!

Hobie huffed a laugh and cleared his throat. "Sorry, my fault. Sometimes I mumble and... yeah. Mom says I need to work on that," he sighed, then continued, "I was just wondering if you knew where room 301 was?"

Miles nearly jumped with the force of the realization that just hit him.

"301? Mr. Moriarty's class?"

"Y-yeah, that's the one," Hobie smiled, twirling a loc on one finger and tugging it a bit. Then he tucked it back behind his ear. "I'm actually so lost it's not even funny, I'm godawful at directions and like, navigating. I've been looking for it for like 20 minutes now--"

"That's where my first class is too! AP chem!"

Hobie seemed to brighten up a bit at that, straightening his posture up from his own self-conscious hunch. "Oh cool! We should probably get going then, if we don't wanna be more late than we already are."

Without thinking, Miles places a hand on Hobie's shoulder and steers them both towards a classroom right at the end of the hallway they were in.

"Of course, right this way! Pretty lucky you ran into me, huh? I can help you find your other classes later on if you want, too."

For the first time since nearly crashing into him, Miles looked up at Hobie and saw genuine happiness in his eyes as they grinned at each other and walked down the hall together.

"...Yeah," Hobie said, nodding slowly. "Yeah that'd be pretty cool. Thanks!"

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Their chemistry teacher ended up not being a total hardass after all! Especially when Miles rolled up with none other than Famous Model Hobie in tow, immediately causing a ripple of whispers amongst the students sat at their desks.

Mr. Moriarty was a short and stumpy old man with a kind face and a severely receding hairline. He took one look at Hobie after squinting at his attendance sheet, accepted Miles' quick explanation that they were late because Hobie's minty fresh enrollment got him all lost in these maze-like hallways, and excused their tardiness with a wave of a hand.

"It's the first day and you were very kind to help a new student out, Mr. Morales. You're both excused for today, but try not to make a habit of it, alright?"

Miles bobbed his head as he picked his way past rows of desks. "Absolutely, sir. No problem at all. Thanks a bunch!"

Hobie stuck close to him, and smiled a bit as the only two desks left empty in the whole room happened to be right next to each other, right up in the back of the class. Nice.

They took their seats and exchanged a couple of glances as they pulled out their notebooks, barely listening to their professor's quick introduction and class syllabus. Well, Miles was barely listening, anyways. He was too caught up in the euphoria of running into a dimensional variant of one of his friends, in Visions Academy no less! His mind started to wander a bit. Did a 1610 Gwen exist too? a 1610 Pavitr? Were they also here at Visions? And what was with these random stares he and Hobie were getting from their fellow classmates right now?

Every now and then a student's head would swivel back to glance in their direction, awestruck looks evident on their faces.

How famous was Hobie anyway?

Of course, there was that giant billboard conveniently placed within view of the school's back hallways near a busy intersection, but Miles really started to think. He sneakily pulled out his phone and swiped down to the lowest brightness he could in case the classroom's fluorescent lighting wasn't enough to hide the phone screen's own light.

He kept his face straight forward, eyes flicking to and from his typing that he was trying to conceal behind the student sitting in front of him. He typed Hobie Brown model, Hobie Brown perfume ad, Hobie Brown supermodel, getting absolutely nothing every single time. Well, nothing that looked like the Hobie Brown sitting next to him, who happened to be dutifully scribbling down some notes in his notebook. Miles looked down at his own empty sheet of paper and quickly copied his new friend, whipping out a pencil and hurrying to catch up with the lecture on the whiteboard before the professor moved on.

Groan. What gives? Was Hobie this super accomplished, totally famous supermodel or not? Maybe he wasn't on social media, oddly enough. Maybe he just started an illustrious career and happened to be famous only in Brooklyn right now? No, that didn't make sense. If he was some small-time influencer or whatever, people would not be asking for autographs so often that Hobie would just automatically assume anyone who recognized him wanted one. And the looks on these other kids' faces convinced Miles that... maybe something was missing. Maybe he's just not searching up the right terms?

Agh, if only Spiderman business didn't keep him totally detached from reality sometimes. He really felt like he and the rest of the world were on totally different planets. If he had any friends besides Ganke, he probably would've heard about Hobie by now.

He bit his lip in concentration, trying to multitask between forming theories and keeping up with the lesson in the front of the classroom.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a pair of eyes staring straight at him that didn't belong to the other classmates he barely even knew. He glanced over at Hobie, who quickly looked away.

Was that... an embarrassed look on his face just now? Miles scratched at his jaw a bit, more confused than before.

That was weird. Whatever. Anyways...

Before long, class was over and the bell rang. Miles and Hobie both meandered slowly up to the door and hung around the outside, leaning against the wall as they compared schedules before they had to make their way to their next class.

"Dang," Miles lamented, clutching his own schedule and moving to slot it into the cover of his binder. "Looks like we don't share any more classes besides 1st period..."

Hobie stopped his hand and squinted at the sheet again, glancing back at his own. "Uhmm... nah, actually. I think we might have 6th period together? Right after lunch."

"Do we share a lunch period too, actually?" Miles asked excitedly.

Hobie made a small noise of triumph, a smile playing over his lips. "Yeah! 1st, lunch and then 6th. Okay. Better than nothing, right?"

Miles chuckled, shoving his schedule into the plastic and tucking it under his arm. "Definitely. We can eat together at the cafeteria if you want! I'll walk you to your next class though, since it's basically right around the corner."

Hobie shrugged his own backpack back onto his shoulder and shoved his hands into his trouser pockets. His eyes were cast downwards as he grinned at the floor and said, "yeah, if you don't mind... that'd be pretty cool."

This guy sure does like the word cool, Miles thought, and away to Hobie's next class they both went. They both ignored the various whispers and stares in their direction. Miles was already used to it by now.

They walked together amiably, in near lockstep for a little while before Hobie finally spoke up again.

"... So... if you don't mind me asking... why are you so nice to me if you didn't know I was famous, then?"

It was an innocent enough question, but it kinda caught Miles off guard nonetheless.

He laughed nervously. "Uhh ahaha, whaddya mean? I did know you were famous! I just... y'know my brain doesn't work the best real early in the morning. I'm, uh. Sometimes I can be pretty weird, if you haven't noticed by now."

Hobie nodded slowly, digesting this information for a bit. "Yeah, you did recognize me in the first place, I guess. It's just weird, you're like... the first person I met that doesn't look at me like I'm made out of solid gold, though. That's all..."

They exchanged glances again, and Miles' brain was working into overdrive, thinking of an appropriate response.

Before he could open his mouth, they finally reached their destination and Hobie bumped Miles' shoulder with his arm, smiling.

"So, thanks. For, uh... this. All this."

Miles raised a brow at him. "Oh yeah, this is nothing. I just walked you over to your next class, no biggie. My class is right over here anyways, so--"

Hobie laughed and shook his head, the expression lighting up his facial features unlike anything Miles has seen on that face yet.

"No, Miles. Not just this. I mean, like..." Hobie dipped his head, a bashful sort of move. "I mean, like, being nice to me. Like forreal. I really appreciate this."

They looked at each other for a moment, something real warm growing in Miles' chest all of a sudden, something... familiar.

He was just about to casually brush the gratitude off a second time with a dorky quip, before some girl's screechy voice interrupted their private little moment out of nowhere. It honestly startled them both, and the nice warm atmosphere dissipated immediately.

"Oh. My. GOD!! Is that Hobie Jones? Like actually?!"

She giggled and bounded up to them, blatantly ignoring Miles to insert herself between them and crowd into Hobie's space. She coquettishly asked for a selfie with him, promising to tag him on social media. The sudden commotion unfortunately attracted some other students who then took their cue to also bother Hobie for autographs, selfies, throwing compliments left and right.

Miles backed up out of the crowd, eyes still on Hobie as he watched the poor guy metaphorically slip on a mask, the very same that Miles saw when they first met not 2 hours ago. It was a sad, detached sort of look, and Hobie was forced to hunch in on himself to meet his fellow students' heights as they snapped selfie after selfie. His lips formed a smile all the while. His eyes did not.

A pang of sympathy hit Miles as he slowly turned away and made his way down to his own classroom without so much as a goodbye. He shrugged to himself, shaking his head. Yeah, he knew how that felt, just trying to mind your own business and live your life, do what you have to do-- and being stopped by nearly every living being within a 50 ft radius wanting their photo ops and their babies kissed.

Miles smiled to himself as he shouldered his way past other students and sauntered into his class, right on time. The bell rang as he reached his desk, and he pulled out another notebook out of his bag before the realization finally hit him with the force of a truck.

Wait... Hobie JONES?!

Miles quickly glanced around at his surroundings and mentally kicked himself yet again for choosing a seat so close to the teacher's desk, almost right up at the front. Damnit!

But the teacher wasn't in the classroom just yet, most likely making a quick run down to the printer down the hall to make copies of the class syllabus or something.

Okay, Morales. Gotta be quick.

He hastily pulled out his phone yet again, one eye on the door. He quickly typed in Hobie Jones model in his browser's search box, letting out a breath as search results loaded up and gave him exactly what he was looking for this entire time.

Bingo.

Hobie's face popped up in the image search previews, all sorts of cool and striking photoshoots lit up in all kinds of different ways. And the very first link at the top of the page? Hobie's own Flickstagram.

With a shaky hand, Miles tapped the link and impatiently waited for it to load, for his phone to get with the program and just open the damn app already. He kept glancing every so often at the door yet again, praying that the printer or copier-- or whatever-the-hell that was keeping the professor away from the class-- would keep them away for just a second longer.

He finally cast his gaze back down onto his own Flickstagram app and his heart nearly dropped out of his chest.

At the top, right next to Hobie's own smoldering profile picture was his username: hobiemjones

hobiemjones... hobie m jones. Hobie M. Jones.

M.J.

Miles exhaled again and tucked his phone away in shock just as the classroom door opened yet again and all the students quieted down. This class's teacher made their way over to their desk, piles of papers in hand. They started to pass them out to the students in the front row, introducing themself and then going over the usual attendance policies.

Miles accepted the syllabus sheets with trembling hands, turning to pass them over his shoulder once he got his own, his mind running a hundred miles a minute.

Peter talked nonstop about his wife, whenever he managed to stop talking about his baby, that is. It was always MJ this, MJ that. Flashes of a middle-aged man staring forlornly at a picture of his then-ex wife-- grieving the one who got away-- raced across his mind's eye. His universe's own MJ standing at a podium, strong but deeply hurt as she addressed all of Brooklyn after Spiderman's funeral.

"She wanted kids and I... just wasn't ready," echoed over and over in Miles' mind. Of course, they're together now. But the way Peter talked about his divorce... oh god.

Wait... was Miles ready for kids? Were he and Hobie going to have a messy on-and-off again relationship that ended up with them having to care for a spider-baby just like Mayday?! Maybe even multiple spider-babies?!?!?

Miles loosened his tie a bit, sweating profusely.

The fact that neither Hobie nor Miles were equipped with the parts to make a baby together flew right over his head. No... instead, his mind skipped straight to marriage, messy emotional fights and inevitable breakups. How was he gonna juggle school, work, Spiderman stuff and a relationship all at once?!

Without realizing, Miles started hyperventilating.

No no no no no, cool it Miles. COOL IT. Don't be weird. Miles mentally slapped himself and tried to even out his breathing as he leaned back in his seat and wiped some sweat off his brow.

He just proved to Miguel O' Hara and the entire multiverse this past spring that he can do his own thing, canon events be damned. Miles Morales was no victim to fate. Maybe all of the other spider-people had their own MJs. But maybe in this universe, MJ and Spiderman were... just friends. Good friends! ...Yeah, yeah, just friends...

The idea floated around in Miles' head throughout the entire rest of the class, but it didn't really make the tightness in his chest loosen up any at all.

Once the bell rang again and everyone started packing their things up, Miles dawdled a bit by the door, fumbling with his phone as his classmates filed out of the room. If he was late enough, maybe he'd completely miss Hobie in the hallways and not have to see him at all. Miles double-checked, triple-checked his schedule again and again, mapping out an eventual escape route through the halls in case Hobie's path did intercept Miles'.

God, Miles thought ruefully, checking the hour on his phone for the 15th time in a row and smiling awkwardly at his teacher's questioning glance. You're being so fucking weird about this right now!

The rational part of his brain kicked in and presented a quick slideshow of other calmer, more reasonable explanations as to why he really shouldn't be avoiding his new friend like the plague all of a sudden.

1. Hobie probably doesn't and won't like me, it stated. There is literally no proof that Hobie Jones is even into guys. Or me, Miles Morales.

2. Even if Hobie Jones is into guys-- or me, Miles Morales-- that does not mean the endgame is automatically marriage. No sir, no proof of that at all!

3. Canon events were officially disproven. Kinda. Mostly. Sort of?

C'mon, bro. Just man up and get out there. You're gonna be late for the next class soon anyways.

Right. He inhaled deeply and steeled himself.

"Okay well, uh. Have a nice day Mx. Gonzalez! See ya... tomorrow." Miles cringed inwardly at how lame that sounded, but his teacher didn't seem to notice as they bid him a nice day as well.

With his heart in his stomach, Miles slowly made his way into the hallway and started walking at a brisk pace, keeping his eyeline straight in front of him, trying to reach his next class on the floor below quickly but manageably. It was when he reached the stairs that his heart sank even lower.

Hobie was standing right next to the stairwell, glaring at the school map placed on the wall off to the left, fingertips on his chin as he mumbled to himself. He was glancing up and down between the map and his schedule in his hand, clearly befuddled.

Damn, he really is bad at navigating, Miles mused, once he recovered.

But as luck would have it, tragedy struck right then. Miles being pretty much the only other kid in the hallway attracted Hobie's attention, and even though Miles' feet kept him moving, he almost tripped on air once Hobie perked up upon seeing him.

"Miles!" Hobie grinned and waved him over, clearly happy to see him.

Oh noooo. Miles was not as happy to see him.

Without thinking, he launched himself down the flight of stairs, hopping over the railing and landing loudly on the 1st floor. Once steady, he basically sprinted over to his 3rd period class, completely missing the way Hobie's sunny grin slowly disappeared and his hand lowered back down to his side.

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Lunchtime came and went. Miles ate his packed lunch at his usual perch on top of the school building, where he always hid while trying to avoid the rest of the student body. He managed to pick a good spot away from prying eyes, and it never failed him.

Hobie ate alone, at a table tucked into the corner of the cafeteria despite being invited to several other tables. He sat and chewed sadly, locs back in front of his eyes, posture hunched over and defeated.

6th period came and went. Miles purposefully kept his gaze averted as Hobie walked in 5 minutes late. They sat at opposite ends of the room, never acknowledging each other's existence.

The school day ended and Miles made his way back to the dorms, sighing with relief once he glanced out the window and saw giant rainclouds rolling in over the horizon. Man, was he glad he got to bunk up on campus with his best friend! He greeted Ganke, kicked off his shoes and climbed up onto his bunkbed, laying back with a sigh. Maybe tomorrow he'd confront Hobie about his erratic behavior and apologize. Maybe.

But that was a problem for future Miles...

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Outside, the rain started falling fast and hard.

Outside, Hobie M. Jones waited miserably by the curb with an umbrella in hand, getting drenched by the water nonetheless. He checked his phone for the 15th time and sniffled angrily, pocketing it and gripping onto his umbrella handle.

Late. Again.

His mother was late to pick him up, as usual.

He swiped at a tear rolling down his cheek and finally loosened his ponytail, letting his locs fall all around his face.

Once she arrived, his mother was going to inevitably ask him how his day was, look only slightly concerned about his angry tears and ask if he made any new friends anyways, despite knowing the answer.

No, mom, Hobie would say as he kept his eyes glued to the car window.

No. I didn't make any friends.

#spiderverse #mine #miles morales #hobie brown #heeyyyyyyy... im back. again :) with some angst this tiiimmee ahaha #hope yall dont hate me for this lil meet-cute turning out the way it did 😅#it just.... turned into angst i guess #we all know peter parker and mj are always a tragedy before a theyre a romance yanno what i mean?#soooo yup. miles is no different tbqh #do they end up together tho? WHO KNOWS!!!#maybe they do get together and have their lil spider babies in the end! LOL #also yeah i know mj already exists in 1610 #but lets uhhhhh pretend that EVERY spiderman has an mj. just like they have a gwen! ahaha #or maybe............ hobie jones isnt even an mj after all!! *foreboding music*#YOU decide!#anyways yeah... hope yall liked this one too LMFAO #i'm really in my fic writing era now jfc #who knows what i'll show up with next time?!?! :)#thx 4 reading as always ♡#punkflower #← i hesitate to tag this bc its technically not PUNKflower yanno what i mean #buttttt well. adding it in there anyways. hope yall dont mind

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faerunscursed · 3 months

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"Did you really think I was going to leave you alone?" Zariel's voice carried through the smooth darkness. It seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. Oppressively loud, it boomed against Karlach's ears and yet seemed to also originate from inside of her. As the darkness peeled itself away, Karlach would find herself on a smooth, yet firm, white surface. Tree trunks or maybe wicked mountains twisted around her, reaching for the skies. However, suddenly, there was a twitch of movement in them and as they closed in around the tiefling, they revealed themselves to be Zariel's fingers. Her nails, sharp and hooked like claws, hovered threateningly close to Karlach's body as if with one mere press they would dismember her. They were sitting in the throne room in Avernus. Specifically, Zariel was sitting on the throne, if the whole place was scaled up to accommodate her true size. Her wings, large enough to blacken the skies, were folded prim and proper on her back, and her long, rough, leather armour folded and crinkled around her lean body. The flail rested on her lap, a long, ever-curling serpent of metal links, ending in a thick, club-like ending with pointy spikes, hard, yet slim enough that Zariel could jam it down your throat. Her head was bald, making her look more like a smoothly polished carcass instead of a pale elf, even if her facial features resembled the species. Pools of white fire stared down at Karlach with an expression of detachment and yet fury all at once. Zariel inspected the tiefling in her hand the same way a cruel boy might inspect a centipede, wondering how long it would take to break off each leg individually. "I told you, there would be no outrunning me, Karlach", Zariel explained icily, "Wherever you go, how far you flee and how deep you hide, I will always find you. This is a fruitless endeavour." Her nail descended down and lightly tapped against Karlach's engine. A bit too much force and she would squeeze her remaining organs into mush. "If my henchmen do not find you, your engine will give out eventually. And then you will be returned to me regardless. Why do this to yourself? All roads lead back to me in the end, whether you are dead or alive."

The dream had started out peaceful, Karlach sitting against a brilliantly green tree, the wind hitting her face as she took in the nature around her. She smiled as she could hear birds chime and sing around her. It was pure bliss, and a break from the cold reality that was her life. And yet eventually all good things come to an end, as right she was about to let herself fully shut her eyes, everything shifted.

'Did you really think I was going to leave you alone?' Karlach's ears ached with the loudness that came with the words of Zariel, her infernal engine already racing. It had been so long that Karlach had had the minor hope that she was finally rid of her, but now Zariel was coming back full force. The infernal tiefling watched as the scene shifted and twisted around her until she found herself in Zariel's hands, she curled up in an attempt to avoid the nails so close to her body now.

Panic officially set in when she realized where Zariel had taken them, the throne room in which she had been so acquainted with during the times of her service as champion. Even more so, she was all too familiar with the flail, in which sat across her lap and she coward briefly in fear. The very flail that had been used on her several times due to acts of defiance. Not even that, sometimes if Karlach didn't do a good enough job it would merit the punishment.

It wasn't until Zariel spoke again that she gained some semblance of control over herself, a challenge to take to her pact holder. "Funny, I've been doing a pretty damn good job so far. It took your ass this long to mess with me again, didn't it?" Karlach growled, though he body flinched as she as a claw tapped her engine. In a rage she immediately tried to even swat the nail away. "If it wasn't for Mizora you would have never found me, face it."

"You think even if your henchmen found me that would make a difference? Please, I will kill anyone you throw at me because I will never fucking go back to Avernus, you understand? I will do anything and everything so long as I don't have to see you ever that shit hole ever again." Karlach spat on Zariel's hand in disgust. "I'm not your champion anymore."@shimmerbeasts

#shimmerbeasts #;not every solider should have made it out of training | karlach;#{ karlach and zariel thread }

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Ever consider writing Jamie as a transdude? Would be nice to see something about him getting tipsy and sopping wet~

Maybe have reader take care of him with their hands/mouth or with toys, all while praising him and dirty talkin him?

(If that makes you uncomfy it's completely understandable and you can disregard this ask)

Btw your art is soooo good

I love your lines and colors!

So pretty💛🖤💛🖤💛

Haven't really considered but I'm willing to do so for you! Hopefully it's good, never really did this before 🙏 I feel like I could do it a bit better but it was a first, feel free to request more tho!

And thank you omg!

Word count: 1246

Content warnings: 18+, trans Jamie (ftm), semi public, use of toys, oral, masturbation, dirty talk, praise

Jamie took you to a club today. He loved dancing. He loved drinking and most of all he loved being in your company. It was perfect.

However, there's a bit more than meets the eye.

He already got a bit tipsy at home before leaving and so did you. You two made out, got touchy with one another and before you knew it you were fumbling with your hands under his pants and vice versa. Maybe the alcohol gave you a wicked idea. It was evil, you've inserted a small vibrator up Jamie's folds with the other smaller end on his clit and you whispered to him that he'd have to go the whole night out with it in if he wanted to get touched at all during the rest of the week. He got flustered immediately and feigned being upset at how unfair and cruel you are to him.

So now you're here, sipping on your drink while he's dancing, unaware that you're grabbing the control right at this moment and you switch it on.

You have a hard time holding your laughter in as you see him spasm and cover his mouth from your sit.

He whips his head over to your direction and you turn away, pretending you're innocent.

You keep it on low, pulsating. You know he can feel it faintly. A few minutes pass and he walks over to you at the bar without saying a word.

His cheeks are flushed red. He asks the bartender for a gin and you up the intensity making him stutter for a second and squeeze his legs shut.

He finally turns to face you, drink in hand, shaking ever so slightly. "You're fuckin' evil."

"As if you don't like it?" You wink at him while tilting your glass fully, taking the last drop.

He watches you intently, he's so full of need, he just wants to take you back home and ravish you and hopefully get the favor returned too.

You notice him grip the pleather of the bar stool tight.

"Hm? Struggling already? So early on?" You up it again, putting it on a setting that alternates between high intensity and barely buzzing.

"Tsk..." He struggles to keep it together and not be too obvious to the rest of the people around, "If I ever put that thing on you, you'll pay."

"If you don't want me to put it on high for the rest of the night, I'd watch it. Apologize." You have a gleam in your eye.

"...sorry."

"Good boy."

You wait for him to get his drink and take a sip to scoot over closer to him and whisper in his ear.

"How wet are you right now?"

He chokes up on the drink for an instant.

He laughs nervously, "What do you think?".

You put the vibrator at max, if the music wouldn't be so loud the other guest would surely hear the vibrations.

"I want you to show me... Follow me."

You get up and make way through the crowd. You switch the setting back to alternating and peek over your shoulder to watch him struggle to keep up. He's so cute.

You walk over to the bathroom and wink at him before going it.

When he finally arrives at the door you pull him into a stall and lock the door with you both inside.

"Show me."

He lowers his pants and you see a wet spot through his underwear forming already.

You cross your arms and click your tongue in disapproval. "Jamie, Jamie, Jamie... Look at that mess... You're such a filthy boy..." You push him to sit atop of the toilet and lean towards him, pressing two fingers over his crotch, pressing the vibrator flusher agaisnt his heat. "You're so wet, it's a miracle it didn't show on your pants... Can you imagine, if people knew what the great Jamie Siu was up to?"

He squirms under your hand at a loss for words, he just stutters something incomprehensible out and whimpers deliciously.

"Is it too hard?" You ask him in a mocking tone.

"Y-yeah...ca-can't think straight..."

"Aww... Remember though, if you want me to take it out I won't touch you the whole week, not even tonight..."

"Gh!" He swallows dry and his breath hitches, he forgot about it already and he's cursing himself for letting you do this. How the hell is he surviving the night.

"I can touch you already if you want me too... With one condition."

"What condition?" He was quick to ask, shows how desperate and helpless he feels.

"You still need to keep *this*" smacking the vibrator lightly making it rumble, "inside you until we're home. Is that okay?"

"Y-yes!" His eyebrow are furrowed and high, eyes pleading for mercy.

"Beg me to touch you then, big boy..." You play with his hair and tease.

"P-please... Please I'll do anything, I just want to feel you on me..."

"So desperate for me... My sweet peacekeeper, you're so filthy... I can't wait to see your eyes roll to the back of your head when you come all over my tongue."

You pull his boxers down. His pussy lips are a bit swollen, so is the clit. You carefully slide two fingers in while keeping the vibe in place and softly curve them up before thrusting in and out. Your thumb resting atop the sensitive nub and rubbing at it in junction with the toy.

"Ah-! Shit-"

"Cussing already? Come on, I thought you to be stronger than that, you look so big and strong... And yet you're crumbling with my fingers inside your cunt Jamie..."

You kneel and take your tongue to his sex as well, lapping up inbetween the center to his clit. Focusing more on the latter. His hand is cupping his own mouth, trying to keep it down, muffling his moans and cries. You could never get tired of seeing him lose it. He looks like a fallen angel.

"You taste so good Jamie... Beats your tea any day." Neither of you can supress a smile. But it quickly resumes with you devouring and finger fucking him.

His leg is lifted and spasming until he props it against the stall wall, his toes curling.

"Come on, make a mess on my face like the filthy boy you are. Make me proud. Show me that you're mine." You don't let up. Face burried in him, with your other hand you reach for the controller and make the vibrator buzz higher.

He starts quivering, his spine arching and head tossed back. His muffled moans fill the bathroom. And he starts spurting lightly, tightening around your digits, you can feel his heartbeat in his cunt. "Good boy... that's my good boy."

You turn the vibrator off so he can catch his breath and remove your fingers and reach above to have him lick off his own juices and thank you. You lap him up a few more times and then get up.

He's looking up at you like he just had his brains fucked out, nothing in that skull anymore.

You plant a small kiss on his forehead and grab some toilet paper.

"Come on baby, let me clean you up." You gently wipe him and help him put his boxers and pants on. "You're such a good boy for me. Let's head back home yeah?"

He smiles, still with his face flushed red and heavy lidded eyes. "Yeah..."

#gourdkeeper #jamie siu x reader #jamie siu #trans jamie #requests

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Run Boy Run - TMR REWRITE Chapter Eight

[TMR REWRITE-MASTERLIST]

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Summary: Thomas, Grace and their friends had learned the hard way that not all of them were immune against the flare. This was a hard pill to swallow after they had been told they were and losing a friend after everything they already went through was really hard on them but they couldn’t stop. Not until they found the Right Arm, in the mountains. It was their goal but an unexpected storm pushed them further away from their original destination and they ended up in an abandoned building that wasn’t so abandoned actually.

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Warnings: TMR Scorch Trials spoilers, tilte inspired from Woodkid’s song “Run boy Run”, some angst, lots of running, chasing, mention of blood and bruises

The group was still shaken by Winston’s death. They had walked across the desert in a heavy silence, dragging their feet in the sand, staring into space. There was something else on Grace’s mind, and probably on her brother’s as well. Teresa told them they should go back to WICKED, despite everything they did to all of them since they were children. None of the siblings could understand how she could say or even think something like this, as if WICKED was good after all; spoiler alert they knew it wasn’t true and it was unbelievable she would get over what they did so easily. Something really must have happened when they took her away. While they didn’t have much time to do anything to Grace beside from filling vials with her blood, they really messed with her to change her mind so quickly, but Teresa came with them anyway, not turning back. It would be unthinkable for Grace and Thomas to go back in any case. Grace tried to shake those thoughts off. Before night fell, they had found refuge in a bunch of large containers next to a collapsed ship in ruins in the desert. They were all sitting around the campfire while Aris put some more wood in it. The silence that hung over them was broken by Minho.

“I thought we were supposed to be immune.”

“Not all of us, I guess.” Teresa said, lying down against her bag, staring into the dancing flames of the fire.

“If Winston can get infected… we should assume so can the rest of us.” Grace glanced at Newt as he spoke. Maybe this was true, maybe none of them were actually immune to the flare. She frowned, thinking. It didn’t make sense that none of them were immune because if that was the case, they wouldn’t have bothered to take more of her blood after they already took some when they first got there. There was something that they wanted, at least in her blood, and if so, definitely in her brother’s as well. This was another reason not to go back. She didn’t want to be a rat lab.

“I never thought I’d say it…” Siggy had a tear rolling down his cheek. He paused, gathering his thoughts and words. “I miss the glade.”

The other kept quiet. At least in the glade, they had four walls around them and a whole system they built from scratch over the span of a few years. Grace had only been there for a couple months before her brother turned up, and then Teresa, and then things went south. She found herself wondering if any of the gladers that remained there were still alive today, if they made it out. Gally had been left dead in the old WICKED place that they were rescued from. Grace remembered this crazy look he had in his eyes when he threatened Thomas but Minho killed him, before they realized he had hit Chuck instead of Thomas. This was a sad day for all of them. They didn’t stick around long after they went to sleep and started walking again at sunrise. After a mostly sleepless night, they looked like zombies walking in line on top of the dunes, but they had to keep going if they wanted to find these Mountain men, or Right Arm, or whaterver they were called. Grace walked, letting her eyelids close heavily every now and them, swallowing harshly. The sun was hitting hard today, taking a toll on seven of them. They didn’t even have any water left. Minho tried drinking from his gourd, but nothing came out and he threw it away in frustration. They walked under the sun all day without ever stopping and they just slept directly on the ground, curled up. Grace woke up from a nightmare that ended with her screaming at the top of her lungs and upon opening her eyes and sitting up suddenly, she looked around quietly, to see if she had in fact screamed but no one moved and she sighed in relief, rubbing her eyes and yawning. After trying to get back to sleep but bein unsuccessful, she just stared at the sky and saw a thunder storm brewing in the thick clouds, far away from where they were. When she heard her brother’s jacket rubbing against the ground as he moved, she leaned on her elbow and looked in his direction, seeing in her peripheral vision lights in the distance. Their eyes met as he tried to wake the others. She realized what those lights could be the urgency in her brother’s voice and joined him in getting the other to wake up. They might be closer to the Right Arm then they thought when going to sleep.

“You see that?” Thomas enquired, breathing loudly, as if he was checking if what he was seeing was indeed real. And it was, all of them could see the lights in the distance. “It’s lights. We made it.”

That’s the moment the storm decided to make its entrance, turning their heads with a jump upon hearing the thunder. They stood there, watching the lighting strike a first time before picking up their bags in a hurry, urged by Thomas. They then started running as fast as they could with the thunder on their heels. They scampered towards the lights, fearing the lighting would hit them if they didn’t keep moving. Grace hadn’t thought much of the lighting she saw when she woke up and now regretted it. She had never seen lighting before. If she had realized it would turn into this, threatening their lives, she would have woken everyone up herself and told them about it. The last time she ran for her life, they had grivers coming for them, now it was thunder and they couldn’t fight it off with spears this time. They were getting closer to the abandoned building with the lights on when a lightning struck a car nearby and violently sent Minho flying to the ground. Grace was further away so she only lost her balance, falling down but she was all right. Newt instinctively helped her up and they looked at their friend. Thomas had fallen as well but he was already standing up and they rushed to help him get Minho to safety. The latter was lying still, passed out. Aris and Newt took care of him and Thomas grabbed Grace’s arm, dragging her along with them as she looked with wide eyes at the sparks coming out of the car. Siggy held them the door, urging them to get inside and he shut it right after Thomas and Grace stepped in.

“Put him down.” Thomas spoke. “Watch his head. Who’s got a light?” There was a click and the beam from Newt's flashlight illuminated Minho as they tried to wake him up, vigorously shaking him and calling his name. It took a moment for them to get a reaction from him and they all sighed in relief when he rolled his head to the side, taking a breath, coming back to his senses. “Here you are. Are you okay?”

“What happened?” Minho asked.

“I think you got struck by lightning.”

“Wow.” He breathed out. They then got him up carefully. Grace and Teresa looked around but it was so dark they couldn’t see a thing. The two frowned when they noticed the strange smell floating in the air and glanced at each other in disgust, having no idea what it was.

“What’s that smell?” Teresa wondered out loud. Grace slowly walked past her and suddenly stepped back with a shout after a crank jumped at her out of nowhere. He grabbed her forearm, growling at her and she gritted her teeth, yanking on it and losing her balance when she got him to let go, letting out a scream as she fell and crawled back with haste, scraping the sand on the ground with the sole of his shoe. Thomas helped her up, grabbing her by the shoulders when suddenly, another crank appeared from behind them and Grace squinted her eyes, realizing the cranks were chained, meaning they couldn't actually get to them. One after the other, more cranks revealed themselves. They were over a dozen, chained all over the place.

“I see you’ve met our guard dogs.” A female voice rose in the distance and a figure loomed in a doorway, light turning on behind her. Her face was his by the dark as she walked, avoiding the grip of the cranks with ease. It seemed like she was used to this and didn’t care about it all. The girl came up to them. Grace first thought upon seeing her was that she was pretty and seemed to be around the same age as her, with short dark hair and dark eyes which made the whites seem to glow brightly. She was, by a few inches, shorter than Grace. She looked at them with some sort of amusement in her round eyes. “You guys look like shit. Come on. Follow me.” She started walking away while they were still holding up their flashlight, practically glued to each other, on the alert. Raising her eyebrows, she looked at them. “Unless you want to stay here with them.”

Looking at each other and at the chained cranks around them from the corner of their eyes, they eventually decided to follow her. She led them through the abandoned building. No one said a word until they came in a huge room with lights hanging from the ceiling and at a least a few dozen people around. They slowed down their pace, looking around and the girl addressed them.

“Come on, keep up. Jorge wants to meet you.” They climbed a flight of stairs, Thomas walking right behind the girl.

“Who’s Jorge?”

“You’ll see.” She said, just glancing at him over her shoulder. They walked down a large hallway. Fires were lit in metal barrels here and there, people standing nearby, just staring at them with curiosity. “No one’s come out of the Scorch in a long time. You’ve just got him curious. And me, too.”

“Anyone else starting to get a bad feeling about this place?” Newt wondered in a low voice, almost whispering. Grace looked behind them, not really reassured either upon seeing a bunch of people following the group with smiles on their faces. After the trip to the WICKED facility, anywhere else was better but not knowing where you had ended up and what was going to happen wasn’t nice either. She tried looking straight ahead and kept walking.

“Let’s just hear him out. See what he has to say.” Thomas told them. After climbing another flight of stairs, they reached a sort of office and a man was sitting at a table, his back turned to the teenagers. The girl addressed him, and he rose his finger, saking for silence. He was focused on a radio station installed in front of him, carefully turning the buttons left and right, mumbling under his breath. Outside, the thunder was still going strong. The people that followed them there went to stand in the background, and Grace could tell she wasn’t the only one feeling trapped. Jorge eventually turned around, hands on his hips and he stared at the 7 teenagers.

“Do you ever get the feeling the whole world’s against you?” He enquired bluntly. The teenagers looked at each other in confusion and the man pursued. “Three questions. Where did you come from?” He proceeded to pour himself a drink. He seemed to be quite a character. “Where are you going? How can I profit?” As they kept quiet, a little unsettled, he added; “Don’t all answer at once.”

“We’re headed for the mountains. Looking for the Right Arm.” Thomas eventually said quietly. The people around them exchanged looks and the girl who met them among the cranks even frowned.

“You’re looking for ghosts, you mean.” He took a sip of his liquor. “Question number two. Where did you come from?”

“That’s our business.” Minho declared after a glance from Thomas. Jorge didn’t like that answer. He shrugged, pouting and two of his men grabbed Thomas and Minho, forcing them onto their knees and others held their friends back. Grace struggled a bit, but she wasn’t strong enough to fight them off. The girl took something on a table and scanned the back of his neck. The men then let the two teenage boys stand back up and the girl looked at Jorge, as if she had found out something incredible.

“You were right.” He put his glasses on his nose and she handed him the device.

“Right about what? What is she talking about?” Thomas asked, confused. Jorge chuckled, looking up at him.

“I’m sorry, hermano. Looks like you’re tagged. You came from WICKED.” He accused. “Which means… you’re very valuable.”

“Good plan, Thomas. “Just hear what the man has ot say.” Really working out for us.” Minho taunted bitterly, arms dangling beside his head as he and the rest of them had been hanged upside down above the void. The turn of events had been truly unexpected. Like Newt, Grace had felt there was something off about this place but never in her wildest dream did she think this Jorge would hang them by their feet.

“Shut up, Minho. Maybe I can reach the rope.” He tried to throw his torso upwards but let his body just fall back down with a grunt when Jorge’s voice rose.

“Enjoying the view?”

“What the hell do you want?”

“That is the question.” He walked up to the edge, and stood right in front of Thomas, some sort of stick in his hand. “My men want to sell you back to WICKED. Life has taught them to think small. I’m not like that. Something tells me that you’re not either.”

“Is the blood rushing to my head or is this shank not making any sense?” Minho wondered. Jorge barely glanced at him, pointing at Thomas with his cane.

“Tell me what you know about the Right Arm.”

“I thought you said they were ghosts.” Newt commented, frowning.

“I happen to believe in ghosts. Especially when I hear them chattering on the airwaves. You tell me what you know, and maybe we can make a deal.” He put his hand on the lever of the pulley around which the rope had been wound. Thomas shook his head.

“We don’t know much.” And this was the truth, but Jorge didn’t buy it and pushed the lever forward a notch. They let out loud gasps as the rope made them fall a little lower.

“Okay! Okay, all right. They’re hiding in the mountains. And they attacked WICKED. They got out a bunch of kids.” Thomas exclaimed. “That’s it. That’s all we know.” Jorge took a step forward, parting his lips as he was about to speak when someone came up to him, glancing at the teenagers hanging down.

“Yo, Jorge. What’s going on?”

“Me and my new friends were just getting acquainted. We’re done now.” He stared down at Thomas.

“Hey, wait. You’re not gonna help us?”

“Don’t worry, hermano. We’ll get you back to where you belong. Hang tight.” On these words he just walked away, and they were left there, even more in the dark regarding Jorge’s intentions with them. Grace feared he would really sell them back to WICKED, setting them back in their trip to the mountains as they would have to escape from their grip again, if they even managed to do so, or if he would consider making a deal with them and setting them free. She hoped he would choose the second option. If they went back, there was almost no chance that they would make it out again, but they would try hard anyway. After a while, they started dangling around and swinging in the void, pushing each other to try and get one of them to reach the lever. They pushed Teresa and she held out her hand, but it was too far away. Minho grunted in frustration. They kept on trying and she eventually got a hold of the railguard in front of the pulley. They cheered briefly, urging her to hurry up before someone came in on them trying to set themselves free. She pulled the lever down, making her friends fall lower. She sat on the edge and untied her feet. She then helped Thomas and once on his feet he helped Teresa get the others free as well. They could already hear an engine rumble loudly outside the building and knew it was WICKED as soon as they recognized Janson’s voice, but they couldn’t be caught. They had to get away, with or without Jorge’s help.

“Okay, let’s go. Let’s go.” Thomas looked at his friends as they were heading for the door when a man stood in their way, holding them at gunpoint. He stepped towards them, slowly. “We’re not trying to cause any trouble, okay? We just got to get out of here.”

“Is that so?” He smirked, showing a vacant space were a teeth should have been and he held up a walkie-talkie to his ear. “Janson, I got ‘em for ya. I’m bringing ‘em down. Don’t shoot us.” He then addressed the teenagers again, but they weren’t moving at his command. “Come on. Let’s go. I said let’s go.”

Thomas suddenly grabbed his gun, aiming the cannon at the ceiling and a shot went off. He struggled against the man, headbutting him which caused the latter to lose his balance and recoil with a grunt, his head bent forward after the impact but after staggering a bit, he came back to them, and again threatened them with his weapon but now, he was pissed off. The seven of them jumped when they heard a shot rang out in the room and Thomas probably thought, for a second, that he was the one who had been shot but then the man lowered his arm and his body crashed to the floor, revealing the girl that welcomed them here right behind him. They looked at the man’s corpse in shock but eventually followed her out of the room when she spoke, urging them to come along. Thomas grabbed his sister’s arm and he started running, joined in by the others. As they stepped out, Grace kind of glanced over her shoulder, trying to keep up with Thomas and she briefly saw Teresa just standing there, looking at something on the floor. She frowned in confusion as it stirred a lot of questions in his head but she soon taken out of her thoughts. They climbed a flight of stairs in a haste, joining Jorge in his office as a music started to play through the louspeakers around the place.He called the girl by her name; Brenda.

“We don’t have much time! Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” He led them to a double door with glass so dirty they couldn't see through it until Jorge pushed it open and revealed a zipline.

“Oh, you gotta be kidding me.” Siggy declared.

“Plan B, hermano. You kids wanna get to the Right Arm? I’ll lead you to them. But you’re gonna owe me.” He then hung onto a cord tightly and jumped out, going down the zipline.

“All right! Let’s go!” Brenda pulled a cord and Thomas his friends to go. Minho and Aris were the first to follow Jorge’s lead. Grace felt her brother's grip loosen as he pushed her to grab a cord, right after Newt and she closed her eyes for a second as she felt the ground give way under her feet and the wind blowing furiously through her hair. Pon the other end of the zipline, Newt was there to catch her and she let go of the cord. Teresa joined them and once she reached them, they looked back for Thomas and Brenda, but no one was there. Grace stared anxiously at the empty zipline but eventually, Jorge refused to wait much longer and he led them away. Newt grabbed her shoulder to make her her follow them and they heard the building fall apart behind them.

They walked all night, almost without ever stopping and made their way to the Underneath, a series of underground tunnels that led through the whole city where they would find a man named Marcus, according to Jorge. So, for now, it was their destination. Grace was quiet the entire time, worried sick for her brother. She hated being separated from him and hoped that he and Brenda would make it and meet up with them at this Marcus’ place. They eventually stopped to take some rest and eat something but after a moment of peace, cranks were heard in the distance so they quickly packed up and left, not langering around any longer. They then started to walk through the city above ground. The group looked around at the people in the street, dressed in dirty clothing and looking tired and worn out. Some of them were wrapped in scarves and coats, grilling food over fires they started inside metal barrels. Avoiding staring at them, Grace just looked down as they walked. They reached a club where they found the man named Marcus. Not long after they got there, they found Thomas and Brenda, drugged up in the club. Thomas was lying on the ground as Grace and Teresa rushed towards him. He was then brought in another room upstairs. The two girls waiting for him to wake up. After a moment, he opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling before Teresa’s voice caught his attention and he looked at her, coming back to himself.

“Hey, you’re okay. Hi.” She gave him a sweet smile. Grace was right next to her and was relieved to see her brother safe and sound. “We have to stop meeting like this.”

“Welcome back, you ugly shank.” Minho leaned over their shoulders. Thomas then tried to sit up, helped by Teresa, squinting his eyes at the sunlight which dazzled him a bit as he had just woken up and he saw Brenda sitting on a couch while Jorge threatened Marcus into talking. He punched him in the face and Thomas stood up and went next to Newt, staring at the two men in the middle of the room. Grace watched, standing beside Minho.

“You’re going to have to leave my house.” Marcus said with difficulty.

“Listen. I don’t enjoy hurting you. Okay?” Jorge assured, shaking his head. “Where is the Right Arm, Marcus?”

“Wait, this is Marcus?” Thomas enquired, confused.

“The kid catches on quick. Are you the brains of the operation?” He spoke with mockery and too much arrogance for someone who was tied up and whose face was bloody and bruised. Jorge shut him up by grabbing him firmly by the hair, pulling his head against the back of the chair.

“I know you know where they’re hiding. So you tell me, and I’ll make you a deal.” He let go of his head, shrugging. “You can come with us.”

“I burned that bridge a long time ago. Besides, I make my own deal. You’re the one who taught me, never miss an opportunity.” He smiled and laughed.

“What’s he talking about?” Newt asked, frowning.

“I’m talking about supply and demand. WICKED wants all the Immunes they can get. I help provide that for them. So I lure the kdis in… they get drunk, they have a good time. And then, later, WICKED comes in… they separate the wheat from the chaff.” He looked pleased with himself and his little story.

“I changed my mind, hermano. I do enjoy hurting you.” Jorge violently kicked him, sending him to the floor in a grunt and pulled out a gun. He crouched down over him, holding the gun to his head, yelling at him to talk. Marcus quickly gave in to the threats.

“Okay! Jesus! But I’m not making any promises. These guys like to move around.” Minho helped Jorge lift him back up and he caught his breath before pursuing. “They have an outpost in the mountains. But it’s a long way. You got half of WICKED on your ass. You’re never gonna make it.”

“Not on foot.” Grace could hear the smirk on Jorge’s face. The latter then leaned towards him. “Where’s Bertha?”

“Not Bertha.” He whined, his lips shaking but Jorge didn’t care about his feelings. As he stated just a second ago, he did enjoy hurting him. Bertha was actually just a car, Marcus’ car and they set out for the mountains on board it. Now that they knew where they could find the Right Arm, they only had to make it there before WICKED could track them down because if Marcus was questioned by them, he would most likely snitch on them, especially after the mistreatment he suffered at Jorge’s hands. Mistreatment he deserved but he looked like the kind of guy who would make themselves the victim of any story.

[To be continued…]

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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This is his color blue and he likes being blue as a superhero and he likes being Ronin cuz it gets to yell at me and it says don't call me boy. And he messes up the guy that's supposed to be working for me he wasn't I'm acting like Timmy Doyle cuz I ate a whole bunch of them it's a huge roll any time shift and it does crash and go get another one is there ships and I'm taking him to be doing I'm taking his ships in the near future.

It's kind of a gross guy for someone who's not a retard and that girls are retired and she's a wicked b**** he couldn't stand her. When did she tried to be friendly so he's friendlyish and then she started saying all sorts of stupid s*** to him why aren't you more friendly he says he's your girlfriend and stuff and she was okay but he's over there he said yes right there and she got mad so he left so I'll see you guys later and they plan to hang out and stuff with beer and pizza and he said he can't do it Timmy didn't call him ever again for real, he was treating you that way to this day and it's because of the idiot retard and that's what they do. Send a double life since I can as reporting into her husband brother and everything by the way she's a traitor to the Max and the max tards for what she was saying. She said she told my husband said he was sleepy and drugged so what is that telling him seems to be doing it on purpose so he doesn't have to talk to anyone and he said this you're trying to talk to him and he's sleepy and angry and hostile cuz it's when medicine everyone can see it and she said yeah when I'm off he's boring and droll. And he said you only know he's on it because of us and we wanted to have no mind for a while and also there and hurt it and then started getting real angry cuz he wasn't mean to her he just left and Timmy never called and he's drunk too on his pills that make you angry and mean I told her who was and she got mad flew off the handle since 3 years so yeah it's so hard my family is get mad.

I think of Timmy Doyle's trans am has nice and my husband drove in it hell is tech and it worked and it was fast and rent and ran in the snow just as well as a four wheel drive vehicle or better it was really cool and my husband is interested in how it works is explaining it couldn't really figure it out and feels like a computer assisted car because the batmobile it says really excited I said who designed that and he said I had something to do with it secretly it's like wow that is impressive cuz it was it really was it's this trans am and usually it's like a dog on ice you can't go anywhere and it's not making it so he's thinking of putting in some of his cars it's not really that necessary cuz they have a whole drive and they work real well but boy this is a weird card this hasn't really been anyone like that that they built like ever it works awesome and Trump AKA do station actually is Jay c drove off the road with the same vehicle

Here's again this is favorite color he likes it I can tell he likes it it's very attractive and I just looks a little bit cooler and goes a lot faster and it has kids too to make it faster and safer it's so cheap everyone's viable he's got tomorrow he won't be able to help it I want to stop doing what you're doing

He's really tired he needs to rest started thinking of something now I can't remember it's about the car oh yeah I know what it is I have it here he wants to bring it to Florida as a rental car at the airport and people can put their bags in and so much better idea and I can drive to wherever and move stuff around won't be stuck with the car that you can't do anything with

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rpmemes-galore · 2 years

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sara bareilles : amidst the chaos album ... sentence starters

“Love, what now?“

“I don't want it anyway.”

“You had your reasons.”

“You make me try harder.”

“Hope is all that you have.”

“I've only ever wanted fire.”

“You said I think too much.”

“We'll go where they take us.”

“I'm the worst I've ever been.”

“Could I rest here for a while?”

“I was ready, but you weren't.”

“I tried to wait it out, no more.”

“Step two: learning how to lie.”

“You said I always mess it up.”

“No one needs to know a thing.”

“You're on my mind, all the time.”

“So I know we can both be shiny.”

“We will not give up on love, now.”

“I'm thankful that I held you at all.”

“How can I make you remember?”

“The only thing on my mind is you.”

“My love, I see you're growing tired.”

“Let the rain wash away these tears.”

“I'll show you good, restore your faith.”

“Finally made a house feel like home.”

“You don't scare me, I am of the earth.”

“Come by the fire. Lay down your head.”

“You think I am high and mighty, mister?”

“A little scared, but you're strong enough.”

“We were stars of some old, classic film...”

“All that glitters isn't gold, but gold is all I see.”

“Thank God you are someone who loves me.”

“Set the bad day by the bed and rest a while.”

“If I could only get there, I could breathe, again.”

“Won't lose much sleep, he never went that deep.”

“I hope my love was someone else's solid ground.”

“You don't have to do a thing but listen to me sing.”

“No such thing as over you. I don't want it anyway.”

“I can't go face the world. My bones won't hold me up.”

“Love you? Oh, you sweet thing, no, I never said that.”

“You know the famine so well, you never met the feast.”

“So jump with your net from this bridge you've burned.”

“Let me hold your ego while you get your bag packed.”

“You were written in the stars that we are swimming in.”

“Talk, touch, kiss, then this one's just like all the others.”

“We'll say every single word, even if we think they'll hurt.”

“I try to push it down, but it comes back faster and harder.”

“I know you will and say you're still someone who loves me.”

“I can see you're wicked. And I don't want your wicked love.”

“If I can't have you, then I have to find a way to get through.”

“I wanted to tell you things, all the secrets I've been keeping.”

“You gave me everything that I will need to walk this long road.”

“I'll try and somehow make a meaning of the poison in this place.”

“We were never gonna catch fire. We'd have burned up in the flames.”

“I just want to run back in your arms again, but they're no longer there.”

“I held it out to you. Now you give it back... what am I supposed to do?”

“When innocent words turn to lies, you can't hide by closing your eyes.”

“And the world's on fire the whole time we're trying to put out the flame.”

“Surely someone will reach out a hand and show you a safe place to land.”

“Once in a while, I catch a glimpse of the truest things that she keeps hidden.”

“I miss the summertime, when I could feel your love and I could still feel mine.”

“This leap is on faith. You don't know who will catch you. Maybe somebody will.”

“Tides are changing on a dime and I'm just trying to keep my head above the water.”

“Don't take this the wrong way, but when a spade shows up, I call it by its first name.”

“You say that time will slow the bleeding of this heart that I've placed into your hands.”

“Let me tell you something you'll understand: only the little boys tell you they're a big man.”

“I know you miss the world, the one you knew. The one where everything made sense, because you didn't know the truth.”

#Sara Bareilles Lyrics #rp meme #sentence starters

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betyourue · 2 years

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They are kissing slowly, tasting every inch of their lips. The softness of Vegas' mouth around Pete's, and the warming caressing are making his heart raise. Macau left minutes ago after interrupting their intimate moment, and they just couldn't resist the temptation of kissing again without fearing how far it could go.

Vegas' hands are playful and careful at the same time, they go everywhere they want but delicately. It seems like he's an expert in the art of taking care of others. Against all odds, he tends to know how to touch, where to kiss, and when he should pull away. Pete can easily get lost in the way their bodies dance to the music of love.

"Vegas," Pete says when he realizes how clouded his consciousness was by this man's technique. Pete finds himself sitting over Vegas' lap, both of his hands messing up with Vegas' hair, half of his shirt stripped down and examined by his partner with a cocky smile.

"You're not fully recovered," Pete whispers. "You can hurt yourself" Pete insists.

Even if his hands don't want to let him go, he forces himself to move away from him.

"It hurts more to be away from you," Vegas says. He means it and Pete knows that very well. Vegas' right hand holds Pete by the wrist to stop him from moving farther. They stare at each other for some juicy seconds, absorbing everything they could from each other. "Come closer," Vegas asks, pushing Pete against him with all the strength he had (which wasn't much), begging for Pete to help him with that merciful petition.

What could Pete possibly do except obey? When Vegas has the courtesy of asking him for something, how could Pete not want to just give it to him? Whatever it is, fears and risks aside, he is willing to please all his needs and urges.

Pete let himself be guided by Vegas back to his lips. God, what he wouldn't do for this man? His hands manipulate Pete as a boy does with a toy, and he loves letting him do it. It doesn't matter how many times Pete swears he doesn't approve this right now, Vegas can persuade him of anything with his peaceful voice tone as hypnotizing as a snake's tongue.

Pete would lie if he said that he is in control of his mind when it comes to Vegas, his senses are completely shut off, and just like an interrupter, Vegas turns on his most wicked desires and makes them rule his actions and thoughts.

"Vegas," Pete sighs, out of breath, squeezing Vegas' left shoulder. His hips are moving on their own, getting the friction his crotch needs against Vegas' thighs.

"Pete," Vegas whispers, sucking on his chin and biting it at the end. This is where they should stop, but suddenly, Pete feels Vegas' hands grabbing his ass weakly and helping him rub against him harder. And Pete is a taker, how could he not give up right then and just let himself get lost in this ocean of Vegas? He would collaborate with it and let it drown him in the deepness of its waters.

Pete's eyes fall closed like they weigh a ton. His two hands rest over the mattress, right behind him, supporting the angle of his body. It gets better. The delicious friction drags a full moan out of his throat, his mouth full open close to drooling, which is only proof that he's completely enjoying it.

"Vegas," Pete moans now, his hips moving voluntarily, thrusting against Vegas enthusiastically. Vegas' hands press to his knees, showing him that he's rejoicing as much as Pete is, just for seeing him in pleasure.

Pete's eyes are half open now, observing Vegas', letting him see how much excited he was. "What?" Vegas says. "Enjoying yourself?" Vegas adds in English. Pete's cheeks stain themselves with a darker red and he incorporates to kiss Vegas on the lips again, getting his tongue inside, wrapping his arms around his neck to hold him tighter. Then, he starts to ride his thighs, leaving a pair of kisses on his lips here and there.

Pete's breathing is agitating, his whole body is filling with goosebumps. They stare at each other for minutes during the climax experience: they are moaning in each other's mouths, holding together. Later, Pete's hands grab Vegas' hospital robe and he begins to ride his orgasm.

Vegas can't stop watching Pete coming, with such admiration and pride. In any case, he owns Pete and he also owns the orgasm he gave him. Pete is all his and it's destroying what's left of his sanity. Ambition and greed swim in Vegas' eyes. How much potential he sees in Pete as a partner, how much more he is planning to help him reach… so much more than just an orgasm.

Pete hugs Vegas tightly, content with just hearing the pulsations of his heartbeat through Vegas' neck, against his ear.

Can we stay like this forever? Owning Vegas' is the most dangerous sin he ever committed. Can we always affect each other like this? In this little dynamic he has with Vegas, Pete is holding on to his dear life, draining every drop until his drought is finally satisfied.

Pete's wet pants should bother him, but he's more distracted by the way Vegas is looking at him as soon as he opens his eyes.

"You drive me insane," Vegas says in English. "You know that, don't you?" he adds.

Pete's eyes are glued to Vegas. He kisses him hungrily and his hand presses over Vegas' crotch, feeling the hardness, closing his eyes to control himself, reminding himself that Vegas isn't fully recovered. But Vegas is looking at his lips and then at his eyes, expecting to be pleased and Pete shouldn't disappoint him.

Pete searches under the sheets, the edge of Vegas' hospital pants. Vegas helps him a little, trying to conceal how the quick movements are hurting a little bit. He doesn't hide well because Pete notices.

"Vegas," he calls, his face full of concern. But Vegas is smiling at him with his shiny eyes and that lost glance that tells him that he is in despair and that he won't follow logical thinking right now. "You're crazy," Pete says with a similar smile.

Pete makes contact with Vegas' bare penis, provoking a soft gasp from Vegas. The way Pete is taking control now is turning him on, right now Vegas isn't in his full capacity to get what he wants, so he needs Pete for that, and he's there depending on Pete's compassion for his lacks.

Vegas articulates a long sigh when Pete starts to stroke him at medium velocity, examining his reactions and making sure he isn't hurt. But the act itself is inappropriate in a place like this, let alone with Vegas in this state. There are zero arguments validating what they are doing right now.

Vegas laughs softly, a little louder than before. What Pete is doing is affecting him in ways that are exceeding his expectations. Is Vegas that weak for his bounds that he's acting like this, or is Pete gaining control over this man? Pete is going crazy just by the possibility of owning Vegas that way, thinking that he could affect him like this, having power over him.

The thought of it has him dizzy. They both giggle at the way Vegas is affected by Pete's touches. "Is it good?" Pete asks suddenly, his glance disintegrating Vegas' eyes.

Vegas laughs softly. "It is," he sighs.

It isn't enough for Pete, he needs to reduce Vegas to his sex slave until he can't have anyone else… until he doesn't want anyone else.

"Ah, Pete," Vegas moans, closing his eyes and resting his head back, his mouth opening and he's smiling again.

"Still smiling?" Pete whispers to himself but Vegas hears and looks at him. Their eyes lock together for some infinite seconds.

Pete bites his lower lip while he focuses his massages on the head of Vegas' penis. The effort he put into this makes him sweat, but he judges it enough when he sees Vegas arching to his touch. The involuntary moves his body does in response to what Pete is doing, hurt a little.

"Ahhh," Vegas let out his longest moan, and Pete realizes that Vegas' left hand has been wrapped around his wrist with his full strength. "Fuck," he moans in English.

Pete observes the goosebumps taking over Vegas' body, the spasms provoking involuntary movements, the sweat making his body shine in the best way, and his chest going up and down, slowly calming down.

Vegas' left hand pushes him closer and he devours his mouth. That woke Pete up, making him realize that he just made Vegas come on in his hospital clothes and all over his body.

Pete breaks the kiss to run to the bathroom for a towel and to the closet for a new robe. He cleans everything and changes Vegas in silence, kind of embarrassed for how reckless he can turn when it comes to him, under Vegas' curious gaze.

As soon as he finishes, Pete sits beside Vegas in the bed with a long sigh and waits for the nurse to bring the lunch as if nothing happened. Vegas holds his hands to catch his attention, and when Pete looks at him, he smiles.

"Don't be shy with me," Vegas says in English.

Pete laughs nervously and nods.

The nurse enters and Pete avoids eye contact while Vegas smiles at her.

"Here's the lunch, hope you enjoy it," she says. "If there's anything you guys have for laundry, just put it in that box." She points at a casket outside the bathroom. Pete's cheeks burn.

→ let me know your thoughts about this, it's my first literature text in this platform, and feel free to ask for another scene to be written if you want it. 💌

#sorry i had to #:)#vegaspete #build jakapan #bible wichapas #kinnporsche the series #vegas x pete

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pagannightwitch · 2 years

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I wrote this for a discord friend, SapphireNova. There aren't enough AMAB (he/him is used) reader x character fics out there, and I'd really like to change that. There's plenty of gorgeous men, women, and those in-between with penises, and they all deserve to see themselves in fic. My lovely wife is trans, and I already have something in the works for her next. Y'all drop me a line and let me know how I did on this one, okay? I would like to write for trans men too, y'all are also fucking gorgeous and deserve to see your beautiful selves just as you are.

Alright y'all. This is a mature fic, there is explicit content here. No one under 18 allowed, understand?

I am choosing not to add warnings. This is fluffy man on man smut, no kinks other than Din stays armored. By reading this fic you are acknowledging the fact that the writer has chosen not to add warnings so as not to spoil anything within. Again I say, 18+ ONLY.

Here there be smut, and this smut is gay af, and if you don't like that, I honestly don't give a fuck and you can GTFO. Plenty of non-queer stuff out there for you to read.

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Din gets back to the Crest after a long, fruitless hunt. He finds you in his bunk, wrapped in his old cloak…Whatever will he do with you?

The Cloak

Din was exhausted. He'd tracked this godsforsaken bounty all over this kriffing rock, just to arrive in time for another hunter to load the bounty into their ship.

He stopped just in sight of the Crest and sighed deeply, dust curling around his broad frame. Din was so ready to see his sweet boy. The thought of your smiling face spurred him on for the last stretch of the arduous trek. Din hit the button on his vambrace, stretching his tired back out as the ramp slowly lowered. He groaned when something made a sickening pop.

"Kriffing…fuck…"

Din sauntered up the ramp mumbling about his old man back, then called out for you.

He listened for a beat.

There was no answer. He was immediately on alert. Slipping the blaster from his hip, he stalked through the seemingly deserted ship. Din dialed up the sensitivity on his helmet's scanners, and picked up some tiny noises down in the hull. He quietly followed the sounds and found himself standing before the closed door of his bunk.

He stood and listened to the muffled grunts and soft moans, a wicked grin forming. Quietly, he slipped his blaster back into it's holster, continuing to enjoy the sounds within. He took a deep breath, adjusted himself in his pants. He growled, he was sensitive and hard already, and hit the door release. Din moaned out loud at the sight before him.

You were all spread out on his cot, your gaze met his, heart beating fast as you furiously pumped your cock. Din's heart leaped to his throat when he realized you were pumping yourself with a familiar gray fabric.

You'd wrapped Din's cloak around your nude form, a corner of it stuffed in your mouth. He watched as your whole body tensed up, the breath caught in his chest as you clenched your teeth and moaned around the gray fabric. He began palming himself through his flight suit, watching ropes and ropes of thick cum paint your belly, chest, and his cloak.

One you stilled, chest rising and falling with your gasps, he rested his hand on your calf.

"Sweet boy, you couldn't wait five more minutes for me?"

You chuckled at his teasing tone, and shook your head no. You shivered at the rasp in his voice,

"Look at you, mesh'la. What a mess you've made of yourself."

Your eyes grew wide as Din stepped forward, lifting his big arms to lean against the opening of the bunk. His wide frame filled up the doorway blocking out most of the light. Your semi soft length twitched when Din's helmet tilted to the side. You felt deliciously exposed, enjoying his obvious appraisal. If his pants were any tighter, you thought they may burst at the seams.

The tingle in your belly roared back to life as you watched your Mandalorian painstakingly unbuckle his belt. You shivered hearing the zipper slowly being pulled down. Your mouth started watering as he pulled his hard cock out of his pants and languidly began pumping himself. You moved to get up and in a flash of beskar, you were pushed down into the mattress.

You squeaked as you landed, heart racing. Your head whipped up at the sound of Din's helmet depressurising. His face was inches from your skin, you could see a whiskery smile emerge to kiss the skin on your upper thigh. A loud groan escaped your chest when his warm tongue dragged up your stomach, lapping up your mess. You fisted the sheets and cloak beneath you, hissing at the delicious sounds Din was making. His dark hair emerged as the helmet came off completely, it clinked as he tossed it aside, his mouth never leaving you.

He held your pelvis down with one big gloved hand, his other hand slowly working his own cock. He cleaned your stomach and your semi hard self, making his way slowly up your chest, pausing at each nipple to suckle and flick the sensitive buds. You gasped his name as he settled his pulsing, leaking head next to your own swelling length. The coarse hair at his base brushed against your afterglow sensitive skin.

He leaned down, his cold beskar pressing against your fever-hot skin, gently nipped your neck, then sucked a mark right under your ear. He groaned as he bucked his hips against your spit-slick pelvis. Trembling, you bit your lip to hold back a moan. He nibbled your earlobe and rumbled a request in your ear.

"None of that, beautiful man. I want to hear you fall apart."

You sucked in a breath and only sighed half his name before Din crashed his lips to yours and growled from deep in his chest. His tongue dipped deep into your mouth, licking into you till your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

After a few minutes of loud, wet kisses, he braced himself on one forearm, raising his other hand to your face. He broke the kiss, looked directly into your eyes, and smirked.

"Spit, mesh'la."

Your breathing hitched. He raised his eyebrows at you.

"Waiting, sweet boy."

You sat up slightly, spat into his leather clad hand, and lay back down.

"Good boy."

You shivered from head to toe, licking your lips as Din spat into his own palm, your saliva mixing together. He reached between you, grasping both throbbing cocks and slicking them up. You bucked involuntarily, and Din chuckled.

"Desperate boy, you just came. You already want more?"

You whined, nodded, and bucked into his palm. He cursed harshly in huttese, and let you rut yourself against him and the worn leather of his glove.

"Fucking stars, what a lucky bastard I am. Getting to come to a gorgeous thing like you fucking yourself in my bed?"

You whimpered.

"Oh gods, Din, please."

He smiled down at you, his eyes soft.

"Please what, sweetheart? What do you need from me, baby boy?"

You clenched your eyes shut, squirming under his heavy frame. You wanted Din to fucking fist your cocks together till you saw stars. Words just weren't coming out of your mouth. Your brows knit together as you struggled, and Din took pity on you.

"What is it baby? Do you need this?"

He pressed himself a little harder to you, grasping the both of you firmer, and pumping your slick lengths together. The moan you let out was utterly obscene. You grasped at his pauldrons, bucking up to meet his thrusts. He grunted, leaning down to claim your lips again. Biting your bottom lip as he quickly picked up his pace.

All you could do is hold on for the ride. The small space was full of heavy breathing, moans, slick wet sounds, and the soft rhythmic clink clink clink of Din's belts and armor colliding on every pump of his fist.

Your orgasm built up again quickly, and from the looks of it, Din wasn't far behind. His thrusts became erratic, and he began stuttering out praises that grew louder and louder.

"Fucking-kriff, mesh'la. Do you know how many times I thought about this during m-my hunt? Sweet, beautiful, soft, gods, so soft. Oh fuck, darling, I-I'm-mm'gonna, n'gonnaaa, KRIFF-"

You reached up and tugged his dark locks with both hands as you cried out, spilling all over his hands, his orgasm swiftly following yours with a long, low groan. He slowly pumped you together until you hissed with oversensitivity. He leaned down to kiss you again, softly, sweetly this time.

You brushed your nose against his.

"I'm sorry I got your armor all dirty."

He playfully nipped the tip of your nose and grinned wickedly.

"Maybe you can help me clean it up, hmm?"

A heat flooded your whole body at the prospect of licking the leather and metal clean.

"Oh, Din. Lay down my big boy, and let me take care of you…"

#Din Djarin #The Mandalorian #mandalorian #Star wars #gay #Queer #Lgbtqia #Fanfic #My fic

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devildomimagines · 3 years

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I live to make these bois into whores 😎

Can I get head cannons of the boys meeting MC’s family; the catch is, MC is attractive as hell and so is their family? Literally everyone is hot. Their Dad is a whole dilf, their Mom is a milf, their older brother and sister are both sexy as hell, and MC’s just casually introducing them to the demon boys who could barely handle being around them.

They have a storm coming hehe 🤭

Sorry for the long wait but what else is new on my blog ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The older brothers are under the cut because this ended up longer than I first planned. I hope you enjoy~

Belphegor

It might take some bribing to get him to promise to be awake for the whole day but he gave in because it was important to you that he meet your family.

As you two approached the house, your mom was out in the front yard gardening.

When she turned around and caught the sight of you two she beamed a bright smile and waved.

You giggled as you waved back and looked at Belphie to see if he was waving too.

He was waving like a robot.

You have to elbow him to make him focus again.

He blushed as he admitted, “Your mom is really pretty.”

“I know,” you looked proud of the fact.

Your mom had called to the rest of the family and soon they were all outside to greet you.

You started greeting and hugging everyone.

Your dad clapped Belphie on the back and you caught his blush as he watched your dad head back towards you.

He mouthed the words, “Him too?” and you nodded.

Your brother and sister wasted no time in teasing you about bringing someone home.

Your brother tousled Belphie’s hair and your sister draped herself off you as she assessed Belphie.

“He’s cute,” she finally decided, “Be careful or I’ll steal him away,” then stuck her tongue out at you as she went inside.

You responded with your own tongue out at her retreating form.

Belphie fixed his hair and straightened his clothes, “You didn’t say your whole family was so handsome?”

“I thought it would be obvious, where do you think I got it?” You teased as you grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.

Beelzebub

You had thought maybe he wouldn’t fall victim to your family’s charm. You were wrong.

When the two of you entered the house, your mom greeted you two with a hug.

Beel blushed at the contact but recovered quickly. That is until your dad came up and patted him on the chest, “What a solid guy you caught, MC.”

You rolled your eyes but you caught Beel’s eye sparkle at the compliment.

Your sister introduced herself to Beel and he shook her hand before she pounced on him. He caught her in surprise.

“Ok, that’s enough, get off him!” You pulled your sister away with a huff.

She made a face at you before retreating.

Your brother was sizing Beel up from across the room.

“Are you gonna say hello bro?” You asked.

“How much can you bench?” Your brother stood up.

Beel wasn’t prepared for the question, “Uh…”

“Probably a lot by the look of it,” Your brother supplied.

Beel looked at you for help. Leave it to your brother to make a demon uncomfortable. “Can you cool it and get out of his face? Dinner’s almost ready.”

“Hm,” then a wicked smile flashed on your brother’s face, “Arm wrestle for the loser’s dessert?”

Oh no.

Beel’s smile reflected your brother’s, “You’re on.”

You pulled on Beel’s sweater as he was rolling up the sleeve. “Wait, go easy on him please, actually maybe let him win? With your strength you could break his arm.”

“But MC, the dessert,” Beel looked determined.

“I’ll give you mine,” he looked like he was debating it but the enticing offer of two desserts was winning out. “And… I’ll do that thing you like.”

That was clearly the winner. Beel sat down across from your brother and gave you a quick thumbs up before putting up a compelling fight if you didn’t already know he was going to throw it.

Dinner went off without a hitch. Beel complimented the hell out of your parent’s cooking and they complimented his appetite. As he ate your dessert, he whispered to you, “Don’t forget about your promise.”

The thing Beel likes is when you two go to the gym together, don’t get it twisted!

Asmodeus

“Oh?” Asmo smiled, “This is gonna be fun!”

He immediately starts towards your mom, “Hello! You must be MC’s sister?”

She laughs at the compliment, “No honey, I’m their mother.”

Asmo lays on the charisma in his shock, “No way! I could have sworn,” he looks back at you and you roll your eyes, what did you expect?

Asmo offers his arm and your mom takes it with a smile. The pair of them walk towards the house chatting about something that you couldn’t hear.

He was a tricky demon but you laughed it off as you walked after them.

You bumped into Asmo as you entered and you caught his surprised face. He then smiled to himself as he found a spot on the sofa, he clearly felt at home.

Loud enough for everyone to hear, even those in the kitchen he commented, “MC, you didn’t tell me your family was so attractive.”

Your brother and sister snickered at your embarrassment as you sat next to Asmo.

“Because,” you lowered your voice just for him, “I knew you’d act like this.”

“Like what?”

“Can we just have a normal dinner?” You asked, taking his hand.

“Of course MC,” he squeezed your hand, “but I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

It figures. Asmo just gets like this when he’s surrounded by others that he both appreciates their features but finds them to be competition. If he can get them to like him, then he’s ‘won.’

He effectively keeps your family enchanted the whole night, he really does shine in social situations.

Satan

Interesting is the word of the night.

You had shown him pictures of your family as he was ‘studying’ for the night. He wanted to make sure he didn’t call someone by the wrong name, pronoun, or bring up a story you had told him in confidence.

The pictures did not do your family justice. They were gorgeous.

He immediately fell into his gentleman image. Satan took your mom’s hand and kissed the back of it.

She giggled but you shook your head, “That’s a bit much,” you commented.

“I don’t think so?” Satan tilted his head towards you.

“What about me?” Your dad snickered as he extended his hand.

“Dad~” You whined but Satan didn't skip a beat by taking his hand and kissing the back of it.

You dad chuckled heartily as he wrapped an arm around Satan, “Son, I like your style.”

Satan was starstruck and easily led further into the house by your dad.

You groaned, you clearly had not prepared Satan for how bewitching your parents could be.

Your sister and brother sandwiched you in the middle as they laughed. “Another one falls victim huh?”

The running joke being that the two of them had plenty of partners defeated by the magnetism your parents had. The partners often choosing the charming company of your parents and not the child they were dating when they visited.

You sighed and hung your head, you figured it’d play out like this but it was disheartening. That is until your thoughts were interrupted by a throat clearing.

You looked up and smiled at seeing Satan’s emerald eyes on you, silently asking if everything was ok.

You nodded and wiggled out from between your siblings to stand next to him as you formally introduced them.

You gave Satan’s waist a squeeze, happy he found his way back to you.

He smiled back at you softly, that is until your mom called out for him. He then blushed deeply as you let him get back to the kitchen.

“Good luck!” You called after him with a giggle. Your parents were incorrigible.

Leviathan

It took a lot for Levi to agree to meeting your family.

He was a nervous wreck, already sweating and you hadn’t even opened the front door.

“Hey,” you took his face in your hands, “You’re going to be ok, they’re going to love you and I’ll be with you for every second.”

Levi exhaled and relaxed into your hands. He nodded and finally smiled.

Then the door opened and he was tense again.

You shift your hands from his face to holding one of his hands.

“Oh I’m sorry!” Your mom said, “Was I interrupting?”

“No,” you confirmed before she could make a big deal.

“Well, welcome!” She threw her arms around Levi.

He squeezed your hand but said, “Thanks for having me.”

“Of course,” Your mom took his other hand and pulled him inside, “If you’re important to MC then you’re important to us!”

The three of you entered the living room and everyone got up to offer their greetings to you and Levi.

He never let your hand go.

When you got through everyone, Levi was a blushing mess.

He held you back as everyone made their way to the dining room. “I can’t do this, MC!” He whisper-yelled at you, “You didn’t say they were all so hot?! I can barely stand just you, but...” Levi looked at the dining room, “it’s like you times five now!”

You had to giggle and he gave you a pout. “Levi, we just got here. Dinner will be a breeze. Dad will probably tell stories of when me and my siblings were little, something about him in college and my mom will ask you-”

“She’s going to talk to me??”

“Well yes but she’ll only ask about your interests and hobbies. She loves anime BTW. It’ll be a sitch for you! I’m not worried at all.” You gave him a smile and you could see the gears turning.

He could talk about anime, that is manageable… “But won’t the others think I’m lame?”

“Nonsense! If you haven’t realized we’re a pretty accepting family, what other family would agree to send their child to hell for a year?”

Levi nodded, this is true. He took a brave breath and pulled you to the dining room.

Mammon

He’s overconfident in his ability to woo your family, which means he’s nervous.

It’s cute that he wants them to like him but it’s not as serious as he’s making it out to be.

You knew they would love him, they love everyone.

“Oy, this is it?” He shielded his eyes from the sun as he looked up at your house.

“Yep,” you took his hand and led him around to the side door.

“Wait, shouldn’t we use the front door?”

“We’re not guests, I lived here.”

“But I’m…”

The two of you entered the kitchen and your mom looked over her shoulder as she was pulling a large pot out of the oven, “You’re here!”

Mammon straightened up and took a step forward, “Let me help you with that, it looks heavy.” He grabbed the towel hanging from the oven handle and effortlessly carried the dish to the pot holder on the table.

“What a gentleman,” your mom snickered as she hugged you hello.

Mammon blushed and looked away but hugged your mom when she made her way towards him as hello.

“Who’s that holding my wife?” Your dad boomed.

Mammon backed off immediately as he came eye to eye with your father, “S-sir.”

With a smile your dad embraced Mammon, “I’m kidding, we’re all huggers here, better get used to it!”

Mammon blushed again in your dad’s grasp and you laughed. He shot you a look before smiling at your dad letting him go.

You shuffled up next to Mamms as he sighed, “Tired already? I know they can be a lot.”

“W-what are you talking about? I’m fine!”

“Good! Because my siblings are even worse!” As if on cue, the pair entered the room sizing up Mammon.

Your brother smiled, “I like him. He looks like he can get in some trouble.” If only he knew, but Mammon relaxed with the assessment.

“He’s pretty attractive,” Your sister said but her tone was skeptical.

“He models part time,” you offered, proud that you were making her somewhat jealous.

“Too bad he couldn’t cut it full time,” she dismissed. She moved in close to Mammon as if she was going to whisper in his ear but said loud enough for you, “If you ever want the better sibling, call me.”

His eyebrows shot up, Mammon was not expecting that.

You pushed your sister out of his space, “Go suck an egg!”

Your sister retreated with a vicious smile.

When you looked at Mammon, he was frozen in his shock. “God, she got you with just that?” You groaned, “This is gonna be a long night.”

“N-no!” Mammon was recovering, “I wouldn’t call her! You know that, right?”

“I know,” you sighed, “She’s just like that. I swear her and Asmo would have a day trying to one-up each other.”

“This is gonna be a long dinner huh?” Mammon was finally realizing it for himself.

You took his hand, “Yeah, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be!” He squeezed your hand and smiled, “The Great Mammon can handle anything!”

Lucifer

“Hm?” He would hum as you two walked up to your childhood home. “Who’s that?”

Your dad was outside mowing the lawn. He turned the mower to start a line towards you two but stopped when he recognized you.

“That’s my dad!” You ran over to hug him.

Lucifer watched as he wiped the sweat from his brow with a cloth in his pocket before catching you in an embrace.

Lucifer steeled himself and made his way over to join the conversation.

“You must be the man of the hour! Wonderful to meet you finally, after all MC has said about you!” Your dad had extended an arm to shake hands, “I’d usually hug you but I’m a sweaty mess. Come on inside, everyone is waiting!” He led you two to the front door and announced your arrival as he excused himself for a shower before dinner.

The rest of the family entered, your mom, brother and sister, each dazzling in Lucifer’s eyes.

He was used to beautiful people; angels have their allure, demons their temptations but humans had always seemed somewhat average until he met you and now your family.

Lucifer subconsciously fixed his shirt and then ran a hand through his hair. Then he caught your gaze.

“You look fine,” you whispered as you sidled up next to him.

“I see where you get your captivating looks from, I believe the celestial lineage is from your paternal side,” Lucifer gave your returned father a long glance. “He cleans up well.”

“You’re not too bad yourself, Mr. Morningstar,” you teased as you took his hand and led him to the table.

“This will be an interesting dinner,” he murmured as he took a seat next to you and then gulped as your dad took a seat next to him with a brilliant smile.

Is Lucifer nervous? Not that he would ever admit it, but who gave this human the right to be so handsome? With a hand on his chest, Lucifer clears his throat to regain composure.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #my writing #obey me headcanons #just a little bit of crack though because i thought this prompt was funny #lol someone come collect these flustered demons

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1kook · 4 years

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summary; The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack. warnings; fingering, blowjobs, tit play, praise kink, standing sex, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl kinda idk lol, daddy kink that morphs into i love u kink tags; jk is an avid history channel viewer, jk hates Barbie movies ik we took an L today girls 😔, jk goes thru like 4 personality changes (commanding > soft > mean > in love), honestly idk what to tag it’s a mess, he’s still cheesy and romantic but also 👀 just read word count; 9.8k

notes; there is no rest for the wicked, aka miss 1kook writes another part for this fic i swore wasn't gonna be a series except this time we ditch the gentlemen persona and go into maximum overdrive. its not proofread bc i wrote this entire thing at 4 am last night after inhaled a whole bucket of spicy popcorn

[ part 1 ; netflix & chill ] [ part 2 ; hulu & wohoo ]

Jungkook sees it on display during your weekly Target trip. You know he won’t say anything because despite how long you’ve dated he still likes to pretend he’s the epitome of adult maturity. Yet the way his eyes linger over the electronics section, cart rolling to a stop in front of the massive screen, tells you all you need to know.

“Baby, the toilet paper is this way,” you sing, giving the front of the cart a gentle tug that pulls it and his thoughts away from the television that seems to hold reign over his interest.

“Ah,” he mumbles as he shakes himself out of whatever trance he was in. “Right.”

The Target trip ends rather uneventfully; you grab all the items you came for and make the executive decision of swapping Jungkook’s tangerine bathroom soap with strawberry instead. Normally he’d put up a good fight, argue about the comfort that came with consistency, but today he says nothing. You chalk it up to that flatscreen that hypnotized him earlier.

“You wanted it,” you announce rather pointedly in the car. He’s backing out of the parking space now, one hand on the wheel the other pressed to the side of your seat. His jaw twitches as he tries to maneuver around a stray shopping cart someone didn’t return to the retrieval area. He’s wearing that dark jumper you like, with the high collar that covers all of last night’s bruises up wonderfully.

Jungkook scoffs as he finally gets the two of you back onto the main road, Target and the flat screen left behind. “I didn’t,” he defends. “Just thought it was neat.”

You snort. “Neat. Okay, grandpa, did it tickle your pickle?” you tease, obnoxiously leaning over the center console to get all in his face. Jungkook greets your proximity with a palm against your forehead.

“Please don’t ever say that again,” he laughs, pulling to a stop at the next red light. He turns to level you with an easygoing grin, sparkly anime girl eyes extra shiny under the red glow. “Only want you to tickle my pickle.”

You gag. “That’s actually disgusting.”

——

You graduate on a Saturday and your dorm stay expires on the Tuesday that follows. You spend the entire day shoving all your belongings into a variety of trash bags, from your weighted blanket to the collection candles you and Doyeon swore to light every night and never did. Speaking of Doyeon, she cries through the entire process. From the moment you take down the first wall decoration she’s in tears, and not even her mom, who’s come to help out, can quell her emotions. The girl cries and cries. She cries throughout the clean up, like she hadn’t spent the week before cursing the funky aircon system to hell and back. It’s probably the nostalgia that comes with leaving college, you assume. When Jungkook picks you up around noon, even your eyes are glassy.

Jungkook’s mom, who you only just met a few months ago, is over at his place when you arrive. You get along fairly well, in fact, you would even go as far as to claim you got along really well. You had first met her over this past spring break when Jungkook invited you along to his family trip to some tropical island. The Jeons were lovely people. In fact, had Jungkook not explicitly introduced them as his parents, you would’ve thought they were some sitcom actors carrying out the role of most in love, sophisticated lovers to ever exist. Yeah, they were super into each other, and you suppose it’s why Jungkook is the way he is, loves as hard as he does. The only thing that broke their attention away from each other was the sight of their precious Jungkookie bringing you to a family event.

It was hard to keep them entertained. Every second was spent worrying about your appearance, your demeanor, whether or not you looked like a devil beside their (your) angelic boy. It certainly didn’t help that Jungkook was wearing that obnoxiously floral shirt at the restaurant you went to, the first three buttons undone almost lazily. It was a look your boyfriend rarely showed, always so meticulously dressed. Of course, he had that cute boyish style of his that consisted almost exclusively of baggy pants and designer tee’s a little too plain to cost as much as they did. But even those outfits had a specific Jungkook rhythm to them— the darker tones always went with the pants that had twelve buckles on them; the long sleeves always went with the jeans. He was awfully particular about those kinds of self-set rules, and this jarring floral print did not fit any of them. It was too provocative, the black skinny jeans he’d paired with it too devious.

Maybe he knew what he was doing to you dressed so hot like this, but knowing Jungkook, you doubt he did. His parents hadn’t batted a single lash his way, eyes laser focused on your every word as you stumbled through three plates and dessert. It was a battle you fought alone, and one you barely survived.

So despite you impressing his parents, she still gives you an odd look when you enter Jungkook’s swanky townhouse with all your garbage bags of items. You promise her it’s just for the weekend, until your parents clean out your old room that they’ve filled to the brim with holiday decorations and miscellaneous objects. You’re not trying to take her baby chick out of the nest. (Yet.)

You watch TV for a couple hours, mostly her favorite soap operas on his 67 in. screen. It takes up a huge spot on the wall where it’s mounted, glossy black screen glaring back at you. Even his mom scolds him for such a huge screen, and you wonder how she’d feel about the absolute giant he ogled at the Target last week. Super angry, you think, and the image of her raging in flames while Jungkook apologizes like the momma’s boy he is makes you giggle.

She leaves a little after sunset, kissing and hugging the both of you on the doorstep like she’s going off to war and will never return. She’ll be back by the weekend, desperate to check on her baby boy, but you let her have her moment. It’s weird seeing how dramatic the Jeons are compared to how reserved Jungkook is.

You pounce on him the second she’s gone. He goes down with a muffled yelp against the sofa, hands grasping at your waist until you straddle him and begin going to town. Your fun lasts all of two minutes before the old lady novella Jungkook’s mom had been watching cuts to commercials and a loud advertisement for irritable bowel syndrome medication begins playing.

“Oh, that is so not sexy,” you whine childishly, trying to roll your hips over him again. Jungkook laughs, all low and sweet as he sits back up again.

“Give it a rest,” he says, shifting you until he’s got you hugged between those stupidly strong arms of his. His pecs feel strong and comforting beneath your cheek, and the feeling makes your tiny pouting session end earlier than usual. “Come on,” he mumbles as he manhandles you around, until your back is pressed against his chest and you’re sitting between his legs. “Let’s watch this film on Mesopotamian folklore and its overall significance to the nations it birthed after its downfall.”

——

You rarely use the key Jungkook gifted you a few months back. The majority of your visits to Jungkook’s house were either the result of Jungkook picking you up from somewhere and bringing you back, or Jungkook inviting you over after dinner. In short, he was always with you when you arrived at his stoop.

Today you’re alone, juggling two boxes of takeout and some cheap wine in one hand as you fight to unlock his door. He hadn’t answered his phone, which leads you to believe he’s holed himself up again in that damn study. He likes to do that sometimes, lock himself away like some modern day Rapunzel until he finishes whatever project he has this time around. When he gets like this, it’s like all other body functions are forgotten, his brain zeroed in on the lines of code you barely understand.

Just as you suspect, the house is too dark when you finally break in. The hall light is off, which isn’t out of the norm, but so are the kitchen and living room lights. You pad down the hall, flicking on the light to the living room to set down your offerings onto the edge of the coffee table. There’s a scrambled pile of notes on top that seem too disorderly to disregard. You whirl around, making to head back out into the hall and down to the study, when you see it.

A good 90 inches mounted on his wall. It’s a monstrosity of a screen, devouring nearly the entire surface of the wall, from stainless end to stainless end. It’s ridiculously thin in the way all modern TVs are, but this one is even more so given the fact you hadn’t registered it in your peripheral when you walked in. It’s just barely short of a Jumbotron, the kind they have at baseball games to make sure you can see every nose hair on the pitcher.

His mom was going to kill him.

“Jungkook?” you call out slowly, inching back out into the hall with your gaze glued to the screen. Like maybe you’ve imagined this all and that isn’t the stupidly gigantic television screen Jungkook had gawked at just a few weeks ago.

There’s a soft hum down the hall, the sound slipping beneath the bottom gap in the door frame. You make a beeline for the room, oddly unsettled with the huge screen. The door gives way, exposing your boyfriend’s hunched back and the blue light from his monitors that highlights his frame. “Hi, sweetie,” you begin, inching over to him.

“Hi,” he sighs, leaning back into your touch when you step behind him. His dark eyes are weary from staring at his tablet for too long, his usual tender expression melted into one of mild irritation. “Can’t figure this out,” he says, tapping his stylus against one line of absolute nerd gibberish you don’t bother trying to decipher. Maybe another day you would have entertained him, but today you cherish this moment with him knowing it might be his last before his mom comes over and kills him.

“Sounds like break time to me!” Your proclamation makes him frown, a frustrated groan pulling itself from his lips. His head droops forward again, chin touching his chest. But there’s a hint of relief in his groan that tells you all you need to know. “Baby needs a break,” you smile, pressing a peck against the back of his head.

“You’re baby,” he tries to fight, but his limbs are so pliant under your touch that it practically means nothing. “I’m the head honcho around here.”

“Uh huh,” you appease him, finally managing to tug all that muscled body out of his seat. “And apparently that means making dumb purchases.”

“What dumb purchases? Are you talking about the cactus again?” he asks, letting you guide him back down the hall.

“Yes, Kook, the cactus you haven’t watered in three months,” you drawl sarcastically, the sad plant sitting in the kitchen a reminder of both your incompetence. “Namjoon would hate you for that.”

Not amused by the insinuation of his favorite senpai being disappointed in him, Jungkook goes to fight you on that. By then you’ve stopped at the entrance of the living room, glaring at the straight up theater screen that sits on the wall. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you mimic, flopping down on the ground beside the coffee table. Jungkook doesn’t follow, choosing to sprawl himself over the couch instead. “What’s with the Jumbotron?”

He stretches his arms out, moaning something sinful at the way his bones pop. “It adds to the experience,” he says. “Movies are more enjoyable when the pictures are bigger; a tall aspect ratio and stadium seating really add to the experience.” He was such a nerd.

You snort. “The experience— Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t know I was speaking to Mr. IMAX here.”

His cheeks flush a soft pink at your jab. “Don’t be mean,” he mumbles, tugging on your arm as he sits back up. You find your way onto his lap, neatly seated over one thigh like he’s the Santa Claus at the mall; not a single gray hair in sight but you’d still let him call you his hoe, hoe, hoe. Realizing there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Christmas ham, you shake those images away.

“Good thing I brought a movie,” you beam, gesturing to the pretty pink case resting over top the takeout bag.

Jungkook doesn’t even spare it a single glance as he burrows into your neck. “What? No, we’re finishing the docuseries on—“

You groan loudly to muffle the rest of his sentence. “Kook, I don’t wanna watch another episode on Stonehenge being done by aliens,” you whine, picking up the movie case to brandish in his face.

It’s admittedly the wrong move when Jungkook’s eyes roll themselves into another dimension. “Absolutely not,” he says. The case is quickly discarded off to the side as he attempts to distract you with a kiss against your cheek.

Too bad you’re evil and determined. “No! We are watching the Princess and the Pauper and that’s final,” you exclaim, scrambling for the movie before he can hurl it out the window. He catches you by the waist, your fingers just an inch away from the pink case. “Babe!” you cry, but his fingerprints are bruising their way into your skin.

“No more Barbie movies,” he begs, yanking you back onto his lap. He does so with so much force that it makes the two of you tumble to the side, your head bouncing on the cushions as he catches himself over you. “Please.”

“I hate you,” you fuss, pointedly ignoring the tiny mole beneath his lip that drove you crazy. “We’ve seen every single thing on the History Channel this week, but we can’t watch one Barbie movie?”

Jungkook sighs, dropping his head down against your shoulder. He smells good and feels even better over you, but you’re not going to stop until the Princess and the Pauper is breaking in the new Jumbotron. “It’s weird,” he huffs, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “Especially when we start getting… experimental, and I have to listen to Barbie sing in the background.”

“First of all, her name is Annaleise in this movie,” you correct, squirming beneath him to no avail. “Secondly, how do you think I feel when you’re eating me out while some old British dude narrates the creation of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon?”

Jungkook scoffs, finally letting himself snuggle completely into you. “You don’t even realize it because you’re screaming the whole way through.” That earns him a sharp tug at his ear that has him sputtering apology after apology.

“It’s boring!” you feel the need to emphasize.

Jungkook sits up with an uppity look on his face. “It’s not my fault you don’t appreciate the cinematography that comes from educational pieces,” he points out, rather presumptuously.

You shove him off of you. “I don’t care about cinnamon topography, just play the damn Barbie movie,” you hiss, swiping the movie case from the other end of the couch and pressing it to his chest. If words could hurt, yours definitely do. Jungkook crumbles against the couch, childishly stomping one sock-clad foot against the ground as you gesture toward the movie player.

He doesn’t move, and you’re about to begin another tirade against his snobby movie critiquing habits when he procures a sleek, tiny remote that you would honestly mistake for an iPhone from a distance. It has, no joke, about seven buttons max, four of which are just the up and down, left and right arrows. You let out a low whistle at that. Wow. Technology sure was advancing.

The TV turns on to some minimalistic home page, tiny widgets showing every app it has; the bottom row is dedicated almost entirely to Jungkook’s massive streaming service provider collection. After a moment of brewing in his feels, Jungkook quietly announces, “it’s on Amazon Prime.” This is news to you, being able to watch a Barbie film on a streaming service and not the old disk you scratched when you were ten. Something distinctly carnal flashes in your chest when Jungkook clicks through all the payment options without a care in the world. Oh, that was definitely going into your horny 3 am dreams.

Despite his earlier protests, you know Jungkook will soon fall into his usual movie watching habits. He settles into the couch beside you. You cuddle up next to him, enveloping him with the grip of a killer octopus choking out its prey, except Jungkook is usually the one doing the choking in this relationship. Still, it’s not close enough, and you throw your legs over his thigh. You’re practically sitting on him at this point.

You have no doubt the speakers on this thing are average; it was too thin to really pack any punch. However, that was the TV sans the Bluetooth speakers Jungkook has installed all around his house.

(You swear when the android uprising finally begins, your boyfriend will be the first one out.)

The speakers really amplify the sound. The opening sequence has your bones rattling inside your body, the loud music of the selection screen reverberating through the entire living room. It reminds you of that pounding COMING SOON clip that used to play at the beginning of DVD’s back in the day. Jungkook scrambles to lower the volume. “Sweetheart, you’re cutting off my circulation,” he wheezes afterwards.

“What? This is how we always watch movies,” you say with a frown.

“Yes, and I always end up with less oxygen than before.”

He doesn’t let you argue, which is good, because you could make a thirty five slide PowerPoint presentation on the advantages of watching movies like this. One, your boyfriend was warm. Two, your boyfriend smelt good. Three, your boyfriend’s ripped body awoke some ancient being inside of you that would not rest until his cock was halfway down your thro—

He hauls you into his lap. The angle forces you to let him go, instead met with the jarring nothingness of having his hot body ripped away. Meanwhile he gets to wrap you up in his arms, hold you like a teddy bear to his chest. “I hate this,” you huff, but the movie is already starting, the beautiful blonde Anneliese appearing on screen. You lean back against his chest, pout still evident. “This is ridiculous,” you snort, her face blown up on this jumbo screen.

“Shut up,” he says, settling in behind you. “Movie’s starting.”

Most Barbie movies you watch end up in one of two ways: either Jungkook falls asleep twenty minutes in or he stays up until the end to critique every aspect of it. With the way he’d gone soft from your early battle, you’re guessing he was going to knock out before the Princess can even meet the Pauper.

As much as you hate to admit it, the huge screen does incite quite a thrill in you. There’s something so nostalgic about watching one of your favorite childhood movies on a screen this huge. The size showcases the sheer perfection that is every single Barbie movie. You lose yourself in the movie, singing along to the opening song and growing agitated when the antagonist appears.

Jungkook says nothing, and you’re half convinced he’s taken his first preferred route and snoozed off, when his fingers twitch around your waist.

There it was.

The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack.

“Absolutely not,” you say, slapping a hand down over his before he can slip beneath the fabric of your shorts.

He lets out an indignant noise, a puff of air running along the side of your face. You ease his hands back over your stomach, taking extra care to knot your fingers with his. “We’re supposed to be breaking in your new screen,” you remind him, glancing up to catch his unimpressed expression.

He complains quietly, but he settles.

For all of twenty seconds.

“Oh my god,” you sigh, trying to act like the subtle rutting of his cock on your behind was a nuisance and not the luxury it is. “Babe, the jumbo screen… look at it.”

“Not even jumbo,” he murmurs against your ear, hot breath sending a shiver down your spine that has your toes curling. You fight to keep his hands still, but the muscles in his forearm tense, inked skin contracting as he slips them between your thighs. You suck in a sharp inhale, trying to maintain your immovable front. Jungkook sees the fortress you’ve built around yourself in the name of watching The Princess and the Pauper, and spares you no mercy with his attack. His hands massage the skin of your thighs, tiny shorts doing absolutely nothing to save you from him. “Jumbo didn’t fit.”

The back of your mind registers the fact he was apparently trying to get a TV even bigger than this. You tuck it away for later to snitch to his mom. For now, you’d very much appreciate it if he could make you cum before the two girls perform the iconic “I Am a Girl Like You” song.

His hands are so smooth, soft skin tracing over your body like you were nothing but a slab of clay ready to be molded under his touch. He abandons your thighs to creep them under your shirt, where he wastes no time tugging the cups of your bra down to fondle your breasts.

Belatedly, your stupid tongue remembers to move. “I know something jumbo that fits,” you babble, rolling your head back against his shoulder. Jungkook laughs at the utter stupidity of your sentence, and the aforementioned jumbo thing fattens against your ass, before brushing his lips against yours. The airy laughter, one of your favorite sounds in the world, is swallowed up by your greedy mouth. “Can fit in two places, actually,” you murmur when he pulls away. His fingers massage the doughy skin of your boobs causing your back to arch slightly. “Wherever he wants it to.”

“Really,” Jungkook teases, obviously entertained by your silly dirty talk. He’s grown used to your outlandish remarks in the past few months of your relationship.

You like to believe Jungkook has fully accepted your occasional bouts of weirdness. He’s had the last few months to grow familiar with the inner workings of your mind, and even absorbed some of it into his own personality. Which is why he doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by you referring to his cock as jumbo, when there were admittedly more fitting words to describe it as.

(Thick, juicy, angry, demon cock, if he really wanted to know.)

“Where do you think it should go?” he asks, the low hum of his voice snapping you out or your thoughts. There was no need to daydream about a cock that was right in front of you. His hands slow their gentle caress over you, fingers closing in on your nipples.

A sharp hiss pulls itself from your throat, chest arching as he tugs and toys with your hardened nipples. “Wh-Wherever,” you pant, reaching your own hands down back between your thighs. The phantom of his palms linger, making your hands feel sorely inadequate. “Wherever Daddy wants,” you purr, swallowing harshly when he twists a nipple.

Jungkook groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “Don’t,” he sighs, hands faltering over your breasts. Eventually they drift away, settling around your waist as you slip your fingers under the front of your bottoms.

“Why?” you laugh, pointer finger brushing along your clit. “Don’t like it when I call you that, Daddy?”

He lifts his head to watch you play with yourself. His hands grow tight around your waist, labored breath filling the air to harmonize with your breathy moans. You’re absolutely soaking your panties, sticky arousal making the fabric stick to your folds. “You know I do,” he murmurs, watching the outline of your knuckles through the fabric of your shorts. “Thought you wanted to play nice today.” He takes in a sharp inhale when you ease your finger into yourself, a breathy moan escaping from your lips.

You were already so wet, and you’re really not surprised this is how the two of you would break in his new IMAX, high definition flatscreen. Your pussy tightens around your finger, thigh muscles jumping at the intrusion. Fuck, you needed him so bad.

You smirk, drawing your hands out from their hiding spot. The television is the only thing lighting the room, the two of you shrouded in relative darkness. At first, your hand is shadowed by the glow of the screen, nothing more than an outline. But when you turn it just right, the light catches, highlighting the glistening skin of your fingers. It makes Jungkook shudder.

Ever so slowly, you bring your fingers up to his face. The tip of your middle finger runs teasingly against his plump lower lip, his shaky exhales sending a cool breath over your knuckles. “Open, Daddy,” you encourage, watching with rapt attention as he envelopes your fingers between his lips. He sucks, tongue dancing between each digit to slurp off your juices. “Do I taste good? Do you like it?”

You know he loves it, but it never hurts to ask.

Between the two of you, you each had your own share of distinctive interests when it came to sex. Kinks, if you will. You adored the softer, vanilla aspects of sex— the languid makeouts, the slow rutting against his thigh, the whispered praise, the cute pet names. Meanwhile, despite his initially reserved exterior, Jungkook preferred the other end of the spectrum. (You should’ve known from the get go!) He loved it fast and hard, so hard it would make you cry. He liked watching you squirm and beg for his cock while he pushed you to new heights. He liked the sticky, sweaty sex that left you feeling like a used rag beneath him, something you would have never expected given his neat and kind nature.

However, as with all things Jungkook, you always came first. Jungkook’s dream sex style was often pushed to the side in favor of pleasuring you. So quick and rough sex was more of a rare, once in a blue moon, type of luxury. Up until recently, sex had been mostly what you wanted. Either way you did things, Jungkook was fine as long as he got to hold you close.

It was only a few weeks ago that you discovered your shared daddy kink, him obsessed with the idea of shoving you around, something he would otherwise never do. You, on the other hand, found a pleasant satisfaction from being good for him, a stark contrast from your usual sharp tongue and nonexistent filter.

You pull your fingers from his mouth, the sleek drip of your arousal replaced with his saliva. Jungkook grunts as he hauls you further onto his lap, swollen cock nudging itself between your cheeks. “You know I love it, baby,” he growls against your ear. His hot breath fans over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Have you had your fun now?” he asks, tracing the pads of his fingers around your nipple teasingly.

“Mhm,” you moan. Jungkook’s hands decide they’re done toying with your tits, drifting back down to their original target between your shorts. “Want Daddy to fuck me now.”

He places a kiss against the side of your neck, right over the vein that runs beneath the skin. Jungkook kisses and nips down your skin, until his hair is tickling your collarbones as he sucks a hickey against the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Is that the right way to ask for something?” he purrs, rubbing your cunt over your shorts.

It’s nowhere near as fulfilling as it would be without the garments. Nonetheless, it makes you ache for him, thighs quivering at the simple touch like you’re a bumbling virgin being touched for the first time. You’re nowhere near that, but every time with Jungkook was exhilarating enough to the point it felt like it was.

“Pretty please,” you pant, covering his hand with yours.

Jungkook rewards you with a fluttery kiss against your shoulder. “Good girl,” he hums. He finally gives you what you want, bypassing the fabric of your shorts and panties to dip his fingers between your folds. You gasp, hips jumping at the sudden brush of his hands along your quivering folds.

“Inside please,” you whimper, knees moving back and forth, only stopping when he helps you out of your bottoms. He places his free hand on one of them, stilling your writhing to fully focus on pleasing the burning fire inside of you. “Jungkook—“

A slap against your cunt that makes you squeal. “Ah ah,” he warns, voice a low tenor against your skin. If you focus hard enough, you can feel the faint brush of a smirk against your neck. “We’re playing a different game right now, pretty girl.”

On screen, your favorite childhood movie is bearing witness to the sinful acts at your boyfriend’s hands. It shouldn’t be surprising how easily you fall into his arms, onto his lap, especially with your history of movie watching with Jungkook.

From your very first date you were enamored with him; the dip of his Cupid’s bow, so innocent and cute, embodied every single aspect of his personality. He was the sweetest, softest boy, one your brain could never conjure in a thousand years. Jungkook’s level of care was hard to come by nowadays; he was a gentleman through and through.

These days he was growing out of that mature persona, and you like to think it’s thanks to you. Your wildness rubbed off on him, made him confident enough to geek out in public, or be adventurous in private. It helped nourish his impulsivity, which led to things like the Super Bowl Jumbotron watching you fuck now.

Despite knowing all this, knowing the way he is, the slow grind against your ass sends a thrill of arousal up your limbs, sensations converging just beneath your mound. “Yes, Daddy,” you mewl accordingly.

Pleased with your obedience, he rewards you by circling your throbbing clit with his thumb. It’s a terribly slow motion, pad of his finger easing over your engorged bud every other second. You wanted more, needed more. You squirm beneath him, attempting to push your clit against his palm. Your efforts are in vain when he clamps a hand down on your waist. “Sit still,” he growls.

You whimper. “Need more,” you rasp out. Your whole body is acting out now, shifting and turning as you try to wiggle closer. Your mouth brushes against his jawline. The sharp angle is the first thing your muddled thoughts focus on, lips hungrily latching onto his porcelain skin to suck a purple blossom onto it.

Any other day Jungkook would bask in the attention, let you bruise his skin up until he was violet from love.

Today... well.

You were playing a different game.

The hand that had been exploring your nether regions suddenly snaps up, catching your chin between his fingers. The wetness that has coated his digits smears messily across your skin, and you whimper when he squishes your cheeks beneath his fingers.

“No ‘please’?” he huffs, turning your head to meet his eyes.

Dark chocolate eyes you’ve come to associate with love and adoration stare back at you unimpressed. His pronounced brow bone twitches, like he’s holding the true intensity of his glare back for your own sake. He slots his mouth against yours with no warning, tongue pushing its way past your lips. It’s messy, his tongue licking into your mouth like you’re nothing but a lollipop for him to suck on. It pulls a surprised moan from your lips that he swallows quickly enough, biting down on your lower lip harshly. When he pulls away, he’s got that same bored look on his face. You feel small under such a cold look, shoulders scrunching up damn near your ears in a subtle attempt to hide from him.

The action makes Jungkook scoff as he leans away from you. He leaves you on his lap alone, like a tiny island desperate to join the main land. You shuffle around in a hurry, looping your arms around his neck in a last ditch effort to calm him down. It does nothing for Jungkook, who only prods his tongue along his cheek as he regards you with a calculating gaze.

After a moment, he finally says, “on your knees.”

Your heart falls out of your chest. “Huh?” you whisper hoarsely, wide eyes taking in his unimpressed expression. “Knees? But Daddy,” you whine, lower lip quivering as you glance down at the hardwood floor.

Anywhere else you wouldn’t have minded. In fact, anywhere else you would’ve been on the floor before the sentence even left his mouth. You loved sucking his dick almost as much as he loved eating you out. However your knees were embarrassingly frail against hard flooring, which is why most blowjobs had been administered in the comfort of his bed or the couch. Sometimes on carpeted surfaces, but Jungkook never pushed when he knew you would be aching the whole time.

Which is why his current demand has you standing stiff. “O-On the floor?” you murmur.

The stark truth was that Jungkook had you terribly spoiled. His constant pampering had convinced you you were invincible. His love was practically handed to you on a silver plate, cloth napkin folded like a crane beside it. He had never made you do something you didn’t like, and he had never put you in an uncomfortable position, mentally or physically.

Until now.

Jungkook gestures for the ground with a curt nod. “Is there a problem?” he inquires.

You look back again, eye the dark wood planks beneath you, glossed over enough to make them shine even in this weak light. “No,” you belatedly respond, slowly pushing yourself off his lap and onto your feet. Your big shirt falls back down, covers the tops of your thighs as you stand nude from the waist down. You’re tempted to just yank it down even more, hide beneath the cloth so he doesn’t have to see you whine and bitch about your knees aching.

Jungkook was so cool. He was so suave and composed. He was the opposite of you, which is why the two of you meshed so well together. You’ve thought about it about ten times tonight, but it was true. Despite all that, there were times his mature exterior made you feel small— small and silly. Like now, with him sitting against the sofa, dark eyes tracing up your legs in amusement.

You sink to the ground, very pointedly avoiding his gaze. The wooden slats are cold and hard beneath your knees, your kneecap immediately screaming in discomfort. Jungkook leans forward with his elbows on his knees, messy curls covering half of his face. “You know,” he hums, reaching out to trail his knuckles across your cheekbone. “I kinda like having you like this,” he admits, “below me like the good little girl you are.”

Your breath stutters as it leaves your lungs, fidgeting hands tugging at the front hem of your shirt in a feeble attempt to cover yourself up. Jungkook smirks at the movement, eventually retracting his hand to give you one, condescending pat on the head.

A hearty sigh escapes his lips as he settles back onto the couch cushions. “Keep me entertained, will you?” You gawk, but you know it’s not a question. He reaches over for the remote to turn the volume up on the Barbie movie.

Your favorite song on the entire soundtrack is playing, almost mocking you as you shuffle closer to him. Two hands tentatively placed on his thighs as the two animated maidens flounce around the screen. He doesn’t bat a single lash your way, eyes focused on the huge screen behind you instead.

His sweatpants give away easily, elastic band snapping away from hips. You have to fight that and his boxers down, Jungkook sitting like an immovable boulder in front of you. You barely manage to free his cock— the same jumbo cock you had referred to earlier —and it almost slaps you across the face from the force of its recoil. Your breath catches in your throat, a short-lived squeal as you flinch at the movement.

The sound causes him to look your way, over the bridge of his nose. “Do you mind?” he says scornfully. “I’m trying to watch a movie.”

“S-Sorry,” you stammer, quickly grasping his cock between your fist.

But apparently you’re doing everything wrong tonight. Jungkook hisses. “Shit— would it kill you to lick it first? Like you’re trying to start a damn fire on my cock,” he mumbles, head lolling back to watch the screen again.

You move in slower this time, careful to lick your palm before trying to grab him. When you do, it’s even more delayed, fingers hesitantly tightening around his swollen member. You’re trying to gauge his reaction, worried eyes flickering up to him every few seconds. Jungkook doesn’t object, craning his neck to the side to crack a joint there. With his clearance you carry on.

The strokes are slow at first, hand barely reaching over his tip like he likes. You’re weirdly anxious you’ll mess up for him, make him look at you with contempt. You suppose it’s because of the game you’re playing that you’re on edge. Usually, Jungkook adheres to your rules, soft as they may be, and he never pushes where you don’t want. Tonight, it’s like you’re a show dog desperate to impress her owner. In short, you were his bitch.

You loved it.

As much as you wanted to be good for him, the mere thought of your normally sweet-hearted boyfriend glaring down at you does something to you, makes your pussy clench.

It’ll haunt you for weeks. The image of such unimpressed eyes leveled your way because you couldn’t handle his dick will stain the insides of your eyelids. Even though he’ll brush it off, kiss you and tell you it’s fine, the inner conceited hoe in you will never let it go, will recall the memory every time your hand is under your panties.

Still, you’re terribly desperate to impress him. He was your other half, your lover, your sweetheart, your goddamn king; he deserved only the best— not some half-assed, scaredy-cat blowjob that would leave him reeling back afterwards.

With that belief and a sticky blob of spit later, you’re pushing him into your throat. It’s the first reaction you get since he’d started feeling you up, a deep, raspy groan straight from the pits of hell, that has you working even harder to swallow his cock down. “That’s it,” he pants, carding his fingers through your hair. “Good girl.”

You positively mewl under the praise, tongue growing heavy in your mouth as you swallow more and more of him down. The hard tip of his cock pulses inside, rubbing against your palate and then your throat. A gag catches in your throat, one you quickly subdue by shifting your hips.

Fuck, he was so big. Just the feeling of his cock brashly rubbing against the corners of your lips has you fantasizing about how he’ll undoubtedly stretch your pussy apart later. You moan, letting your eyes flutter shut as you try to wave those images away.

When his cock hits the back of your throat, you’re ten chapters deep into an erotic novel all about sucking Jungkook‘s dick. If your eyes weren’t already shut you’re certain they’d be at the back of your head anyway. It twitches against your tongue, one thick bead of precum sliding down your throat.

It seems to be the final straw for Jungkook, who clamps a hand down on the back of your head, forcefully pulling you away only to shove you down again. With his grip in your hair, he really goes to town. You whimper at his brutal movements, his cock nudging the back of your throat with every harsh tug of your hair. The slippery, wet glide of his cock against your mouth fills the room with a lewd squelching that drowns out the movie.

Your pussy quivers with each new intrusion, thighs pressing together as if that will quell the searing ache between them. It doesn’t, and when Jungkook finally bursts in your mouth, creamy cum splattering against your tongue and lips, it only grows.

“Fuck,” he growls, pushing you away as he sinks back into the cushions. His chest heaves beneath the material of his t-shirt, sweat dripping down from his hairline. Normally, you’d take this opportunity to crawl back onto his lap, lick and kiss away at his body while he recovered. But truthfully, you were both still new to this whole experience so there were still the occasional lulls between actions.

Sensing your uncertainty, Jungkook tugs you onto his lap. He presses one soft kiss against your cheek, eyes momentarily losing their hard edge to assure you everything is fine. You give him a tiny nod, as if assuring him you’re okay. He presses his mouth to yours, plush lips soothing over your raw lips. It’s brief, the kiss; he guides you through it but switches back quickly. He pulls away and bites down harshly on the side of your neck. “So perfect for me, pretty girl,” he murmurs, soothing his bite over with a swipe of his tongue.

You dissolve into a mushy puddle on his lap, muscles growing weak from his touch. Jungkook kisses down your neck, over your t-shirt clad chest, before he’s nudging you back down onto the cushions. With him looming over you, your body instinctively has you spreading your legs apart. His t-shirt comes up with one yank over his shoulders, sinewy muscles coming into view.

“Yum,” you whisper, hands reaching up to trail over his v-line. They’re quickly slapped away, a startled gasp pulled from your lips as Jungkook takes your wrists in his hands.

One shapely brow is raised in your direction. “Did I say you could touch?” he murmurs, pinning your hands above your head. A gasp catches in your throat from his close proximity. You subconsciously tilt your head up, try to brush your mouth against his, only to be denied with a subtle turn of his face. “How do you want it, pretty?” he asks, releasing the tight grip around your wrists.

Immediately, you latch around his broad shoulders, fingers tracing over the muscles of his arms until they meet at the base of his neck. “However you want,” you purr, pulling him closer until your bodies are aligned, the warm heat of his frame over yours. You kiss the spot beneath his ear once before he trails his lips down.

Jungkook mouths against your shoulder, lips tracing over the juncture where it meets your neck. “Hm,” he hums, taking a tiny sliver of skin between his teeth. “And if I said I wanted it hard?”

His proposal is followed by a slow roll of his hips against your throbbing core, the same dick you had just choked on gliding along your folds. You whimper, toes curling as the pleasure washes over you. Every ridge, ever vein of his hardened cock runs along your sensitive folds, reminding you of the aching flame inside of you. “Th-That’s fine,” you pant, leg lazily thrown over his hip. His hands trail over your waist, collecting your t-shirt as they move up your body until it’s pushed over the swell of your breasts.

When the material is finally discarded off to the side, leaving you in that flimsy bra Jungkook that snaps off, he strikes again. His tongue laps over your collarbone first, pouty lips ghosting over the skin as he makes his way to your breast. He takes one hardened peak into his mouth, drawing a shaky inhale from you. He rolls it between his teeth, tongue flicking the sensitive nub as you squirm beneath him.

Eventually he pulls away with a wet pop. Jungkook smirks, a soft puff of air fanning over your newly bruised skin. “Aren’t you the prettiest little thing.” He pushes away from you with one strong arm, looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face. “Watch the movie,” he says.

You blink. “Huh?”

Before you know it, he’s tugging you back up onto your feet. He pushes you around, nearly sends you toppling over the coffee table as he positions you to his liking. “Kook!” you exclaim, palms slapping down against the glass tabletop in an effort to catch yourself. Just barely, your reflection glares back up at you.

A tap against your pussy startles you from the sight. “Wha—“

Two hands grab onto your biceps, tugging you up forcefully until your back arches, leaving you bent at a ninety degree angle before him. “Look, sweetheart,” he coos against your ear, voice deep enough that it vibrates through every bone in your body. Your breath stutters in your throat, exhilaration blossoming in your chest. “It’s your favorite movie.”

It is in fact your favorite movie, the same one you had fought tooth and nail just moments prior to watch. On screen, the two damsels are exploring new things in their lives, just how you were experiencing Jungkook’s true intensity for the first time. “It is,” you quietly confirm, back aching from the position.

Jungkook either doesn’t care about your depleting strength or really trusts in you not to faceplant onto his glass coffee table, palms sliding down to the crease of your elbows to hold you. “Tell me what it’s about,” he says

Just as the words leave his mouth, something hard and wet prods against your folds. “Oh,” you cry, fists tightening into balls as the feeling overwhelms you. “Jungkook, please.”

One elbow is let go, and the abrupt release has you scrambling to catch yourself, your glass reflection coming a little too close. This becomes even more difficult when a hand suddenly strikes down hard against your ass, a startled yelp escaping you. Just as quickly as you were released, Jungkook wastes no time snatching your back up, yanking you back until your cunt runs along his cock again.

“C’mon, pretty, thought you knew better,” he sighs playfully.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, chest heaving with every slow roll of his hips. Your pussy was sopping, desperate to be filled with something. It was even worse knowing his dick was right there, just inches outside of where you need him most. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” you repeat.

Jungkook chuckles, and your heart backflips when he finally begins lining himself up. “It’s okay,” he assures you, in that same gentle tone he uses when you accidentally shove the wrong food down the sink disposal. “Baby’s still learning,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss against your shoulder as he begins pushing himself in. Just the head of his cock proves to be a struggle, swollen tip stretching your entrance wide. There’s an extra sting today from your half-hearted preparation, the both of you relying solely on your own arousal and excitement to let him in. It’s a nice kick.

When he finally pops past that initial tightness, you swear you could transcend into another dimension from the absolute feeling of euphoria that washes over you. “Fuck,” you mewl, fighting against his tight hold. Your efforts are in vain, ultimately choosing to drop your head down as the ecstasy continues to wash over you with each inch he offers you.

A warning squeeze around your wrist. “Language,” Jungkook reprimands, though his voice is strained and light.

You nod mindlessly, toes curling against the wooden floor. “It-It feels so good,” you whine. Your knees wobble dangerously beneath you, until you’re swaying just the slightest bit.

He gives until there’s nothing left, the soft hairs around his dick tickling your lips as he reaches the hilt. “There we go,” he grunts, giving you one final tug to make sure this is as far as he can go. You squeal, the brush against your walls making you ridiculously high. “That’s my girl.”

The praise has your stomach tightening, the pretty images flashing across the screen completely lost on you. You felt so full. The two of you rarely did it like this, without looking at each other straight on, but there was something about Jungkook’s looming figure being distorted by your brain’s memory, his touches wild and unpredictable, that made something inside of you twitch.

“Ohhh,” you whimper, muscles going slack for the briefest moment. The only thing that saves you from falling over is the killer grip on your forearms; when he tugs you up his cock runs along your pulsing walls. “Please, Daddy,” you beg, mouth feeling a thousand times heavier.

“The movie,” he repeats, slowly beginning to pull away from your clenching heat. You moan. “Tell me what it’s about,” he husks, punctuating his seemingly innocent statement with a harsh snap of his hips.

You wail, stumbling forward at the intensity. Still, it’s just a taste of what he has in store for you. He soon picks a pace, not too rushed or slow, as you struggle to keep your eyes open. “I-I don’t know,” you choke out, the images flashing across the gigantic screen practically unrecognizable to your muddled thoughts.

Behind you Jungkook tuts at your incompetence, thrusting forward with an intensity that would have sent you flying if not for the grip he has on you. “You don’t know?” he huffs, tugging your elbows back again as if to secure his grip on you.

His hips are moving fast now, every piston into your warm heat making you tremble. “Fffuck,” you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues ramming his cock into your pulsing hole. You’re met with a harsh yank that pulls you snugly onto his cock, your entire body screaming at the way he nudges against your cervix. Despite the pleasure it gives you, Jungkook seems anything but pleased.

“C’mon,” he huffs, twisting your arms painfully behind your back. “What did we say about that dirty mouth?” His question is followed with a snap of his hips that makes you choke on your spit. “Need you to be good for me, baby,” he groans.

“I-I am good,” you weakly defend, head hanging down limply as you fight to regain some semblance of your senses. But everything feels too much, from the rough push of his hips to the tight grip on your arms. His cock pulls out nearly all the way each time, swollen tip the only thing stopping him. Every thrust makes you quiver, every touch makes you melt.

You suppose he’d been too lenient on you up until now, and that final claim makes him snap. Jungkook scoffs, ramming his dick inside of you. “You’re being fucking terrible right now, doll,” he admits, hammering into you like a crazed man. You sob, the coil in your belly tightening with every brutal shove of his cock. It’s something about the way his composure withers away, all sweetness melting off as he thrusts into your cunt. “I’ve asked you twice now what the damn movie was about, and you didn’t answer either time.”

A hand clamps around your throat suddenly, yanking you up right until his breath fans across your ear. You’re not sure when your eyes had become so teary, but the images flickering across the screen are a foggy mess you couldn’t decipher even if you tried. “__,” he rasps against your ear, his voice scratchy. “Tell me. Now.”

You whimper as he shoves his way back inside, the angry head of his cock testing you. “T-Two girls, one’s a princess,” you cry, knees wobbling as the feeling in your core grows. “They look alike, and-and…”

“And?” Jungkook asks as you trail off, his words followed by a particularly brutal surge of his hips. His cock glides against your walls easily despite the way you clench around him.

“A-And they have problems they wanna avoid,” you stammer, the plot slipping in and out of your mind with every roll of his cock into your core. “So-so they swap places.”

Behind you, Jungkook snorts. “What a stupid fucking movie,” he says meanly, before he begins to piston his cock into you. You’re trembling by now, your orgasm looming over your head with each thrust.

Before you can warn him, the thin string holding you together snaps, the sudden flood of relief making your knees buck dangerously. Jungkook barely has enough time to catch you around the waist, holding you against him as a litany of curses and his name come spewing out of your mouth. “No, no,” you wail, your entire body twitching as the orgasm rolls over you. “Kook— Jungkook!”

“I’ve got you,” he reassures you, fingers holding you tight around the waist. The coffee table you had feared cracking your skull on finally comes to use as you press your hands onto the surface in a feeble attempt to steady yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, faintly aware of the rock hard cock between your pulsing walls, probably drenched in your cum now. “I-I didn’t—“

He shushes you quickly, settling the two of you back onto the couch. Funnily enough, he doesn’t bother pulling you off of him, his dick snug inside your cunt as he seats you on his lap. “You’re alright, sweetheart,” he comforts, hands soothingly running up your sides. You want to protest, want to get back on your knees and give him another chance to cum all over your face, but Jungkook nudges your chin with a knuckle. “Watch your movie,” he croons.

The Princess and the Pauper is literally the last thing on your mind right now; didn’t he realize how much you wanted to please him? Why was he choosing now to be so stubborn? Oh, that Jeon Jungkook, maybe Doyeon was right to call him an airhead.

Your slander campaign against your boyfriend is cut short when a hand flutters over your mound, thumb idly tracing over your sensitive clit. Before you can turn and look at him, Jungkook is rutting his hips against you slowly. “The screen, baby,” he says, and you want to argue that you can’t possibly enjoy a movie with him being so sneaky beneath you. The words get washed away when he presses down on your clit.

“Koo— Daddy,” you whine, lower lips still trembling from the orgasm you had two minutes ago. Jungkook responds with a kiss against your shoulder, hands trailing around your waist.

“No more of that,” he mumbles as he begins bouncing you on his cock. You moan, every inhale cut short by the shallow thrusts of his cock into your delicate walls. “Just your Kook now.”

“My… Kook,” you pant dreamily. Your cum provides an even better lubricant than before, lewd squelches filling the area alongside your cries as Jungkook chases both your second orgasms.

“Mhmm,” he groans, jostling you over his lap with no rhythm whatsoever. “Yours, baby.” You stretch your hands back, carding one set of fingers through the hair above his ear, pushing the strands away from his face. “Just like you’re mine.”

Something inside of you tightens painfully, and you’re not sure if it’s your heart or your pussy. You guess it’s both, as you stutter out, “y-your pretty girl?” Jungkook hums in agreement, repeating your favorite nickname back to you. The rest of your words die out between the two of you, lost in the slow and soft movements that fill in. You want to tell him you love him, adore him like no other, but every breath of air is stolen away by him.

Eventually the two of your are cumming, your second orgasms much quieter and slower compared to your first. You still mewl, wither against him when you cream his cock, and Jungkook catches you all the same. He guides you through the fog with kisses against your jaw, your dripping pussy helping him through his own.

When all is said and done and you’re both basking in a post-orgasmic make-out, you realize how sweaty and icky you are. “Ugh, this is gross,” you pout as he wiggles you off his lap. He pushes you beside him, letting you flop over the length of the couch as he reaches for something to clean you up with.

“You’re gross,” he retorts softly, blinking in that slow, drawn out way he does when you know he’s sleepy. His t-shirt runs along your neck, collecting the sweat there.

You nudge him with your foot. “I’m not the one who wanted to fuck during a Barbie movie,” you scoff, pinching the skin on his forearm when his gaze lingers a second too long on your creamy pussy. “Look somewhere else, weirdo.”

Jungkook laughs quietly, looking at you with an adoring expression on his face. He doesn’t even finish cleaning you off, tossing the soiled shirt somewhere off to the side in favor of cuddling into you. “Where? My Jumbotron?” he teases, raining down a parade of kisses against your face. “Don't wanna,” he smiles, too soft and boyish for the words that leave his lips next. “Wanna lick your pretty pussy clean.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” you scold, covering your face with your palms in embarrassment. “Look at your stupid IMAX screen and leave me alone.”

He cackles loudly now, in that evil witch way it took him a while to show you, and you know he’s got that big silly grin on his face now. . “The IMAX screen? The same one that made you,” a pause, “climax?”

“Get off of me.”

——

Just as you predicted, Jungkook’s mom gives him the scolding of a lifetime when she drops by the next weekend. The poor woman nearly faints at the theater screen on the wall, only to quickly regain herself. You giggle from your spot on the couch as she whacks his stupidly ripped bicep with the leek you’re supposed to chop up for dinner later.

What you’re not expecting is for her anger to shift to you as she scolds you for letting her idiotic son make such purchases. She gets one playful thwack against your side with the leek before your charming idiotic boyfriend swoops in to save you.

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Aizawa, Todoroki and Shinsou bringing their kids to work

Request: I just binged your whole blog and let me tell you Hawks bringing his kid to school was fhrqhelfifreh so could I request todoroki shinsou and aizawa bringing their kids to work - anonymous

Okay till the end of this week I’ll be giving you fluffy stuff because starting next week we are entering angst territory . I hope I finish the fic with Shirakumo’s daughter and then I have some angst requests to get to. So this is like a parting gift to happiness. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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Aizawa Shouta

-He loves being a dad.

-Unlike his students his son, Kaito, is a very very calm two year old.

-They take naps together in their matching sleeping bags, Shouta is the only one who can feed him his vegetables and they usually grade papers together.

-You are the one who looks after Kaito while Shouta is at work and once he gets home you go off to your agency.

-So basically Kaito spends half of his day with you and half with Aizawa.

-When you were called in that morning because of a villain attack, you had to leave Kaito with Aizawa.

- “I’m so sorry Shouta, Midnight was assigned on this mission with me and I don’t really trust Hizashi with a two year old.”

-He chuckled, taking a sleeping Kaito from your arms and giving you a kiss on each cheek and then on your forehead.

- “Don’t worry kitten, I’m sure he will be an angel.”

-In the teachers lounge, before class starts for the day, nearly half of the staff is cooing over the still sleeping toddler.

-They keep complimenting Shouta about how much they look alike and how cute he is.

-He just grumbles about how he wants them away from his son.

-He was saved from the bell, dashing to his class surprising all of his students with his sudden appearance.

-They hadn’t yet seen the baby in his arms until he stirred in his sleep, a few baby words tumbling from his mouth.

-Mina was ready to let out a really really high pitched squeal when Sero slapped her mouth shut.

- “Its sleeping!”

-Aizawa just let out a sigh and set his stuff on his desk.

-He went to start his lesson like usual but that apparently wasn’t an option.

-Sir you have a baby in your arms don’t expect us to stay silent and learn something useful.

-Kaito woke up a few minutes into the whisper shouting argument Shouta was having with 18 teenagers.

-He slowly blinked the sleep from his eyes, letting out a small yawn before looking around, his e/c eyes landing on all the new faces.

-Everyone was silent, expecting the toddler to start crying at the change of scenery and at the absence of his mother but surprisingly no.

-He rested his head on Shouta’s shoulder and shyly waved at the class.

-Since he was awake Mina could be a little more vocal.

-All the girls wanted to hold him, their main mission being to make him laugh.

-Some of the boys were asking Aizawa some questions while others were entertaining the toddler.

-Kaito was really amazed by Shouto’s flames and he let out a heart warming laugh.

-Uraraka made things float around the baby while Kaminari made small sparks.

-Aizawa has never heard his baby boy laughing that much before.

-At home he’s quiet, laughing only when you tickle him or when Shouta’s stumble scratches his plush cheeks.

-Maybe taking him out more and letting the class hang out with him a little wouldn’t be so bad.

-The last person who approached the kid was Bakugou, who crouched down to his eye level and they just stared at each for a solid minute.

-Then Bakugou activated his quirk and the mini explosions made Kaito giggle and reach out to Katsuki.

-The rest of the day was spent fawning over Kaito, nothing changed even after three hours of toddler entertainment.

-When it was time to leave, the kids begged Aizawa to bring him again.

- “Maybe I’ll bring him to the dorms at some point. But don’t irritate me you brats because otherwise he’s staying home.”

Bonus:

“I heard that you, little man, were a heartthrob today!”

*baby babbling*

“Yeah he didn’t let me teach.”

“Like it bothered you.”

“I never said that”

Todoroki Shouto

-You had to go on a mission abroad for a week and today the twins’ preschool had informed you that they wouldn’t open today.

-Frantically you called Shouto, proposing some solutions to your problem.

- “I’ll take them with me.”

-He wants to spend more time with his girls anyway.

-Both of them are very curious about their parents’ job and they have asked both of you to take them to work.

-This was their chance.

-You went to protest, knowing how stressing hero work could be and not wanting to stress your husband out more.

- “Love, I want them with me. I want to spend time with my snowflakes.”

-You couldn’t argue with that.

-He woke them up and helped them get dressed, leading them to the kitchen for breakfast while he simultaneously did their hair.

-The twins aren’t really morning types so they tend to be really quiet until noon.

-Telling them what they would be doing today, Shouto grabbed his things and stretched out both of his arms.

-When people at the agency saw the youngest Todoroki with two little girls clinging to his hands they were confused.

-They knew that he had a family, you two worked at the same agency after all, but they had never seen your kids.

-And let me tell you that 90% of your coworkers are now cooing at the three year olds.

-Shouto knew that his daughters didn’t really like crowds, even Rei who was the talkative one of the two would get shy and hide behind him when new people approached.

-Because of that he scooped both girls up and quickly made his way to his office.

-A few staff members greeting him and the girls but not many stopped him.

-Once inside he set them down and went straight to work.

-The girls are really quiet in general.

-They pulled two chairs on either side of their father and sat there, coloring and doodling or just staring at his reports.

-Surprisingly, Ren asked some questions while Rei stayed quiet.

-The crowd at the entrance must have exhausted her social battery.

-Pushing his chair back, he pulled both of them on his lap kissing their foreheads before going back to his reports making small comments here and there to keep them updated.

-Rei fell asleep after half an hour and it was the cutest sight.

-Ren followed soon after, the little white and red haired humans clinging to his shirt like a life line as they snoozed off.

-He took a picture and send it to you making you jealous beyond belief.

I want cuddles too!!! 😣😣😣 Someone’s jealous.🥰🥰

-He leaned his head on one of them at some point and he too fell asleep.

-His secretary walked in to inform him of his father’s arrival and had heart eyes for the rest of the day.

-She took a picture and sent it to you, informing you that your husband was sleeping on the job.

-They were too cute though so she couldn’t bring herself to wake them up.

-But alas there’s no rest for the wicked so he woke up at some point.

-The rest of the day was spent with the three of them going to meetings, filing reports and training at the agency’s gym.

-Watching two mini Shoutos running around the gym pretending to train is top tier stuff.

Bonus

“Rei sweetheart don’t freeze your sister.”

“But she’s the bad guy!”

“Am not!” *flames flying*

“Ren don’t burn the place down.”

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Kei is actually the one who wanted to go to the agency.

-She had asked both you and Shinsou to take her with you one day.

-She may be using it as an excuse to skip day care but you do you hun.

-It was her birthday and the little shit used that to her advantage.

- “Can I come with you to work? Pretty please?”

- “Kei...”

- “And it’s my birthday today.”

-You just level Shinsou with a glare.

- This is all you

-Shrugs.

-Now you have no choice but to take her with you and hope that everything goes smoothly.

-The main reason why you didn’t want to bring her with you was the looming possibility that someone could attack and your little girl would be in extra danger.

-Hitoshi reassured you that everything would be fine.

- “Her parents are two of the best heroes in the industry, she’ll be completely fine. I promise.”

-He woke her up the next morning, scooping her up and bringing her to the kitchen for breakfast.

-She was really clingy in the mornings and wouldn’t function correctly if one of you didn’t hug her until she fully woke up.

-Hitoshi is really soft for her during her birthday.

-He’s soft for her everyday but today he’s ten times softer.

-Gets her dressed and ready for the agency and is out the door in no time.

-Shinsou talks about his family a lot.

-He has like fifteen photos of you and Kei in his office and a bunch of her drawings tapped to the wall.

-He adores his family okay?

-So your coworkers aren’t so surprised when they see the small mess of violet hair resting in his arms.

-She too doesn’t like crowds but won’t cower away.

-She’ll put on a brave face and greet the strangers with acute politeness.

-As long as one of you is in a ten inch radius she’ll be fine.

-She answers all the questions that are being thrown her way.

-She even sat there and suffered through a handful of cheek pinching.

-Shinsou sees her suffering and scoops her up, excusing them and taking her to his office.

-You kissed her forehead and headed out to your own office, making her promise to visit you at some point because you too need some cuddles during work.

- “We’ll catch bad guys momma!!”

-She is a curious little girl, so for the next two hours or so she’ll be exploring every nook and cranny of Hitoshi’s office, opening drawers and cabinets, digging through case files and boxes.

-Then she might play with Hitoshi’s capture tool before visiting you for an hour or two.

-You love having her attention but you know she’s simply taking a break from her dad’s office.

-She’ll be back to Shinsou in no time.

-Daddy’s girl.....it iz what it iz.

-Around noon she starts to get tired.

-If she was in day care she would be taking her daily nap.

-Her exploring tired her way too much and that’s why she’s now snoozing off in one of the armchairs in Hitoshi’s office.

-He draped his jacket over her and let her sleep.

-Later on you two took her to a meeting, allowing her some insight in the hero industry.

-Plus she gets to hear the tea.

-For training she tags along with you, doing some laps and trying -and failing- to do some push ups.

-At the end of the day she was exhausted, sleeping soundly on Hitoshi’s shoulder as you made your way home.

Bonus

“I don’t want her to grow up.”

“Well we could always make another one.”

“Way to be subtle mister....”

“Let me smash...”

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nights-legacy · 4 years

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Trading 3 angrys for 1? - Bakugo Katsuki

Help and Hide Series. Bakugo Edition

Kirishima Ed. Denki Ed. Todoroki Ed. Deku Ed. Shinso Ed. Iida Ed. Aizawa Ed. Tamaki Ed. Hawks Ed. Dabi Ed. Shiggy Ed.

+ You are a student at UA and the whole class is on a field trip in Tokyo. On a free day, you all went out and you ran into to old “friends” and things go south. While trying to get away from them, you spot the token hot head of the class and decide to take your chances with this angry person over the angry people chasing you and are you pleasantly surprised.

Note: My first My Hero Academia imagine!!! Let me know it you want a part two of this and I was thinking of making this a headcanon type for some of the other MHA/BNHA guys too. What do you think??

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“Over here Mina! I found those little things you’re obsessed with!” I called over to the pink skin girl.

“Yay! Lemme see! Lemme see!” She came barreling over and nearly ran into me and the table. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. She squealed and call Jirio over to show her. I walked over to another street vendor. Our class was on a field trip in Tokyo and we were given a free day. Everyone agreed on going out and seeing the scene.

“Ah! Don’t throw squid at me Kaminari!” I heard Deku scream and laughed at the context before turning to see said electric boy chasing the broccoli with a squid arm. I burst out laughing, holding my stomach. I shook my head before wandering farther down the street.

I was originally from Tokyo before I moved to attend UA. My family are not insanely rich but we are well off. My parents own a house in both Tokyo and Musutafu as well as vacation homes or condos in different parts of the world. I wandered away from most of the class and I really wish I hadn’t.

“Oi! Lookie here, dudes. It’s Lee’s younger sister Y/N.” A chill went up my spine as I froze from the familiar voice. I slowly turned around to see my older brother’s former three best friends with wicked smiles on their faces.

I hadn’t seen them since my brother cast them out of his life. He found out that they were bullying me behind his back for god knows how long and immediately cut ties with them. He only found out because I missed covering up an unmistakable wounds from their quirks. He was mad at me for not telling him but was more concerned for me in the long run.

“H-hey g-guys.” I stuttered, mentally berating myself for being so scared. I’m training to be a Pro-Hero for god sakes! I tried to steel myself against the incoming assault but couldn’t help but inwardly shake.

“Aw. Is wittle Y/N scared?” Kei, the leader of them teased. “Well you should be bitch!”

“You cost us advantage with your brother!” Haru yelled as he jerked forward, grabbing my bicep hard. I yelped and he shook me. “Shut up.”

“We could never…‘talk’…to you about it because Lee never let us near you again. And it became even harder when you went off to that Hero school. You didn’t even give us a chance.” Kei gave me a smirk when he said talk, meaning something completely different the actual definition. “We could have worked things out.”

“In more ways than one.” Aaron eyed me up and down. “You sure have grown up, little sis.” Kei rolled his eyes and hit him in the chest hard. Aaron looked at him offended while Kei just gave him a ‘really’ look.

“I’m sure we could have but…” I gulped as I saw Haru activate his laser quirk. “I really have to go right now.” I pointed behind me. “Gotta catch up with the rest of my c-class.” I tried to pull away but was pulled back hard. I looked at them with fearful eyes.

“Not just yet, bitch!” They laughed and looked at each other amused. I looked around at the people around us. There are not too many people close so I decided to use my quirk. I have a light and shadow quirk.

“I really have to go.” I said in a firm voice. They looked at me surprised and I gave them a blinding flash. The grip on my arm immediately disappeared and they all covered their eyes as they yelped. I took off running back in the direction of the rest.

“Get back here!” Kei yelled. I obviously ignored him. I ran and avoid people easily with my high agility. I stopped to take a breath and see how far they were behind me. At first I could only hear them and other people yelling at them but I saw them finally a ways back.

“Shit, shit, shit.” I mumbled looking around for anyone I knew or something to hide behind. I finally caught sight of Bakugo a few yards away. I bit my lip and wondered if it was worth asking the angry Pomeranian for help against the anger musketeers. When I saw the three close I didn’t think twice. “Ah!”

I ran over to the explosive boy and quickly grabbed his arm, dragging him over to the close by building.

“What the hell!” He screamed at me. I flinched but looked back towards the others.

“Sh, sh! Please, shh!” I tried to shush him but he growled at me.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing you damn strobe light?” I wanted to giggle at his nickname for me but there was no time. I caught sight of his hoodie around his waist and ripped it off of him. “Hey!”

“Please, just…I...ah!” I saw them closer now. I yanked the hoodie over my head and made sure the hood was up. I then did the unthinkable without even thinking. I grabbed Bakugo by the collar of his shirt and backed up. My back him the wall and I pulled him close and into kiss before he could even protest.

“Wha…” He mumbled against my lips, hands falling tense on both sides of my head. He tried to pull away but my grip was vice.

“Where is that little bitch! I am going to beat her to a pulp when I get my hands on her.” I heard Kei growl from right near us. “She will be so messed up that she won’t even be able to go to brother to rat this time.” I whimpered against Bakugo’s lips and my grip on his shirt tightened. I felt Bakugo stop fighting me.

“I say we don’t even let her be able to do anything at all when were done with her.” Haru chipped.

I don’t know what happened but Bakugo relaxed and leant into me. He moved his hands so one of his forearms rested next to my head and the other moved to my hip. What shocked me most is when he started kissing me back. We slowly started to actually kiss each other making the scene more authentic.

“Come on, let’s check this way.” Aaron said and I heard them move on only slightly, more focused on the man kissing me then the men who were chasing me. I expected Bakugo to pull away as soon as they were gone but it seemed like he moved in even closer, continuing our soft make out session. We only pulled away when we both ran out of breath.

“Wow.” I said was gasping for the breath he stole. I saw a small smirk grace his lips. “I think they’re gone now.” I whispered. Bakugo chuckled at my comment.

“Yeah.” He rasped out before leaning back in, starting another make out session. I don’t know how long we were here but we were only brought back out when we heard a chorus of surprised yells come from Kami and Kiri.

“Woah! Bakubro! L/N! What’s this pleasant development?” Kami asked while adding kissing noises on the end of his question. Bakugo pulled away and dropped his head a little groaning.

“Dudes! I didn’t know you had a thing for each other!” Kiri exclaimed. :That’s totally awesome.

“At least there’s someone out there that can deal with your angry ass, Bakugo.” Kami teased.

“Shut it you damn extras!” Bakugo yelled over his shoulder. I giggled. He smirked when he turned back to me. He reached up and pushed the hood down and pulled my hair from the hoodie, brushing it out lightly with his fingers. He suddenly placed his hand at the juncture of my neck and pecked my lips. “Keep it on.”

“Okay.” I said softly. He smiled for real before throwing an arm over my shoulder.

“Come on you idiots! Let go find the rest of our dumb class. It’s getting close to time to head back.” We started walking and they conversation quickly changed comments. As we walked by an off shot of the street, I flinched when I heard their voice again. I felt Bakugo pull me tighter against him and rub his hand up and down my arm in comfort. He leant down to whisper in my ear. “When we get back to the hotel, I want to tell me what just happened and what those douchebags did to you. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s okay.” I whispered back. He hummed and smiled before pecking the side of my head and nuzzling my hair. I almost got whiplash by how soft he was being to me but reveled in this side of Bakugo that I was quickly beginning to love. Well, more than I already loved this explosion boy. He just didn’t know that yet.

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yanderemommabean · 4 years

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hgnngnnnghhhhh... Victoria buying you from your boyfriend/girlfriend/partner... hngngngngnhh...

You couldn’t believe your asshole of a partner sold you off. Like you were cheap meat. What were they doing talking to your high school bully anyway?! You finally get away from the psycho and now you’re back in hell where she clearly belongs.

Currently, there’s a soft, chewable gag in your mouth. Stress toy maybe? Or maybe she just wanted you to keep your mouth busy? Who fucking knows, all you know is drool is dripping around it now and making you wish you could move your hands to clean up instead of looking like a sad, slobbering puppy.

“There’s my good girl. Haven’t seen you in so long! Did you really think you could escape? That I wouldn’t find you?” She asks while pinching your cheeks, giving a wicked smile at your clear discomfort. Victoria let’s her fingers toy with the rope around your wrists, kissing your knuckles gently as her hands wander downward to feel the rest of your arm.

Your skin feels so nice to touch again. She wants to sink her teeth into you and mark you as hers again. To taste you and have you filling her senses like you used too, before that whole fiasco about getting away from her and switching colleges at the last minute.

Back when you would be beneath her as she ravaged you, having you beg and blubber apologies when you were naughty or kissing her breathless when she decided to give you a treat. No one else has ever made her feel such a longing, and she’s sure no one ever will. How you ended up with that scum of the earth who sold you is a mystery, but one she doesn’t care to solve.

As soon as they think they have their money secured, Victor is in position to kill and dispose. No loose ends, no loose lips, and all that mess. Siblings have a bond like that, don’t you know?

Victoria looks you in the eyes sharply, feeling with the pads of her fingers the drool leaving your gag. It makes her shudder, pressing her thighs together as she lets her fingers dip lower to your collar bone, tracing the area lightly. “Making such a mess...you love it wet and messy though, don’t you? I remember how I used to make you soak the sheets when you’d stay the night”.

You hiss out an insult, muffled by the gag of course, but she doesn’t seem to care. She’s lost in feeling all over you, your pants becoming discarded despite your struggling and kicks. “Always a fighter aren’t you? Don’t worry baby, I’m just feeling what I’ve been denied”. Her lips trail up your thighs, pulling your shirt upwards above your chest so she can leave lipstick stains across your abdomen and upper body as well.

Dark red. She clearly has a favorite shade.

You wince as she tugs the hem of your underwear and lets it snap against your hip, feeling as if she was getting into a more dominant and punishing mood.

Victoria sees the fear on your face, and sighs softly. Poor thing. You’re scared she’s going to hurt you like before, aren’t you? Well she’s matured since then, thank you, and she’s more patient. She’s learned about second chances, although she knows to take more precautions in the future when it comes to how much you love to try and hide from her.

“You’re cute when you think you’re in trouble. But...I’ve missed you too much to reunite on bad terms. Tonight I just want to feel your warmth again. And if you’re good for me, I might even take the gag away. Doesn’t that sound nice?”.

No. Absolutely not. But what choice do you really have when your face is covered in your own spit at this point and your nearly naked in front of your stalker. At least she’s giving you a choice you suppose.

A quick nod, and Victoria kisses your head, petting your hair softly as she whispers “I’ll be right back then. I have a call to make to Victor and the boys...when I come back we’ll see about a nice, relaxing bath and some champagne, Hmm?”.

-Mommabean

#golden handcuffs anyone??? I’d like to think so #victoria my oc #Yandere lesbian #Yandere female #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #Mommabean #Victoria

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t0wnspersonb · 4 years

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You’re Beautiful (Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader)

Word Count: 4,784

Warnings: SMUT, slight angst, bullying, my shit writing, Kuroo being too damn hot

Summary: Despite how much you loved him, you couldn’t handle the constant bullying that came with dating one of the most sought after males at your school. The constant harassment from Kuroo’s fans ended with you breaking up with him. But when Kuroo founds out the truth... well he does everything in his power to make sure you’re taken care of.

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Anonymous said:

Hiii 🦊 Rachel here! Could I please request a scenario in which kuroo s/o has been being constantly bullied by kuroo's fangirls during months to the point in which her self confidence is almost crushed but she remain silent and decides to try yo break Up with him?. She appears the Next day at school wearing sexy clothes and make up to make them believe she Split Up with him seriosly. But kuroo notices what's happening and reassures her? Smut ending please if possible!! Thank u so much!! 😊

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Anonymous said:

Can I please request a scenario where Kuroo helps his gf relieve her stress by giving her his full attention and worshipping her? She’s also very insecure. He walks in the room to find her staring at herself in the mirror, lifting her shirt up and looking sad (insecure about her body). No need for angst though! She beams the moment he flirts with her and call her kitten. Soft!dom vibes with lots of dirty talk and praise (and maybe cockwarming?). Thank you 🥺 ily and your blog btw

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I decided to put these two requests together since they both fall into the same category! I hope you enjoy this one Rachel and anon!

Sorry it took so long for me to write! I think I do a terrible job at writing characters as a dom so I apologize in advance if it wasn’t what you guys were wanting! As always please let me know what you guys think:)

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“- I don’t understand.” Kuroo’s frown deepened, his fingers clenching and unclenching into fists at his side.

You had an audience, the soft whispers of people passing by curled around your ear like the wind.

You knew exactly what they were talking about, what they will be talking about for the next couple of weeks.

“Y/n why are you breaking up with me?” he pressed further, his tall frame taking a step closer to you.

“I told you.” Your voice sounds strained, even to your own ears, despite the mental preparation you had to do before.

Hell, there was no amount of mental preparation that could prepare you for something like this.

Kuroo’s annoyed and calculating expression shifted dramatically, hurt and confusion clouded his face, his large hand reached out towards you, causing you to take a step back, your arms wrapping around your body.

You wanted to curl into yourself, to disappear completely so you didn’t have to see Kuroo’s pained expression.

“That doesn’t… that doesn’t make sense! We were doing great! You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to go out with me! So why… why all of a sudden -”

“I told you.” You stressed, cutting him off immediately. “I don’t want to be with someone who only focuses on their club activities. You never have time for me, you’re always so busy with your stupid club. I can’t do this anymore.”

Lies.

They were all lies.

But you… you had to make this work, you had to make this hurt, or else… or else you knew he would never leave you alone.

The whispering around you got louder, the large smirks from the girls amongst the crowd pierced into your heart.

But not as much as this.

Kuroo’s expression ripped your heart in two.

This hurt like hell.

“Your team is waiting for you Kuroo.” You said quietly, ignoring the ache in your chest as he visibly flinched at the use of his surname, something you never called him. “I’ll see you around.”

You turned to walk away, resisting the urge to look back at the tall male. You could feel tears stinging at your eyes as you rushed out of the school gates, it was probably a mistake to do this right after class; catching him right before he went into volleyball practice.

It honestly was all a mistake but… you didn’t have a choice.

You were suddenly yanked back, causing you to stumble about.

“That was quite the show.” a familiar voice drawled out, you flinched as you scrambled away from the group of girls that were staring you down.

The group of girls that caused this mess.

“It was smart of you to break up with him. Kuroo-san belongs to all of us, not just you. You ugly girl.” She sneered. “Who would want you anyway? Kuroo-san was just dating you out of pity, I bet he just wanted a quick lay. Since you’re that easy.”

You could feel your lower lip tremble, the tears that were already gathered in your eyes threatening to spill over.

“Well it’s done, just leave me alone now.” You mumbled, walking away.

As soon as you were a safe distance away, tears began pouring down your face.

The flood of emotions you were experiencing was something like no other. The pain that you felt deep within your chest was excruciating, and all you could see behind your lids as you wiped at your eyes was Kuroo’s hurt expression.

You were lucky enough that your mother wasn’t home, she wouldn’t be home for the next couple of days due to a business trip.

Which meant you could cry your heart out in peace.

No amount of mental preparation prepared you for this. For the hurt that you had caused the person you loved the most, for the hurt that you were experiencing from the constant cruelty of those girls.

It was all too much.

By the time you had finally finished crying it was late at night, and you found yourself in front of your bathroom mirror.

They were right, you were an ugly girl, why would Kuroo want to be with someone like you?

It was always a question that lingered in the back of your mind when Kuroo confessed to you. It was strange wasn’t it? He was quite possibly the most perfect human being you had ever met, so why would he want to be with you?

“Since you’re that easy.”

You shook your head from the comment, Kuroo was your first for everything; memories that you would cherish forever, even if you were no longer with him.

You at least knew that comment wasn’t true, Kuroo wasn’t a cruel person, there was no way he would have thought of you that way.

The person you were looking at in the mirror wasn’t someone you recognized. A stranger in your own skin, your eyes flickered to every inch of your insecurities, your body shrinking down.

You couldn’t go on like this, something had to change.

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“W-What are you wearing Y/n-chan?” Yaku asked, face flushed, as he took in your uniform.

You were lucky enough to have arrived at school without any encounters with those girls and Kuroo. But you were unlucky in the fact that you were in the same class as Kuroo and Yaku.

“D-Does it look bad?” You asked, carefully tugging at the hem of your skirt.

“No but… you never wear anything that short… I’m just not used to seeing you like that… are you wearing makeup?” Yaku looked at you in surprise, the pink in his cheeks never fading.

You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly, your head ducking down in embarrassment as you nodded.

This was so uncomfortable; you were completely out of your element right now.

You had opted for the shorter uniform skirt today, something that was completely different than your usual knee length one. Your legs had never been so exposed at school before.

The makeup… well, you hardly ever wore makeup, it wasn’t like you were wearing a whole lot of it, but just enough to make you feel just a tad less insecure about yourself.

“Kuroo is gonna flip when he -” Yaku shut his mouth immediately; eyes casting away from you.

That’s right.

He had almost forgotten that you had broken up with him yesterday, and from the slight fall of your face, maybe you had forgotten too.

“You know… Kuroo was devastated when he came into practice yesterday, he made us do twice as many drills, got upset over the littlest things…” Yaku trailed off, glancing over at you briefly. “We didn’t know what had happened until Lev said something about it. News travels fast around here huh?” he joked weakly.

“Just news that involves your golden boy.” you said quietly, your eyes trained on your folded hands that rested on your desk.

Yaku turned his body completely towards you now. “Y/n-chan what happened? Why did you -” the classroom door suddenly opened, and in walked the golden boy himself.

He looked… exhausted, sad.

The tiny piece that you were able to fix in your heart shattered once again, leaving you empty and achy inside.

This was all your fault.

His exhaustion, his sadness, that was all you.

You could feel his eyes flickering over to your form, but you didn’t dare meet his gaze, you settled for pulling out one of your books from your bag; eyes focused on the page, although, you couldn’t even comprehend what it was you were reading.

His shadow loomed over you as he paused next to your desk. It was only for a couple of seconds before he sighed loudly, taking his seat behind Yaku.

Fuck today was going to be a long day.

****

The next couple of days were routine now, Yaku would attempt to make small talk with you, struggling each and every time to ask you what had happened between you and Kuroo, and each time it ended with Kuroo entering the classroom and standing near your desk before sighing loudly and leaving.

Despite the fact that it was becoming routine, it still wasn’t easy. None of it was, the only easy thing was that those pesky girls in his fan club left you alone, at least you got relief from that.

Until today.

Of course, it would be when you were walking home that they would approach you, no one in sight.

“You really think that dressing up and wearing makeup is going to make you pretty?” one of them scoffed, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. “You’re still ugly, you did Kuroo-san a favor by dumping him, who would want to be with someone as hideous as you?”

You gritted your teeth, your hands tightening around the strap of your bag as you attempted to step around them, only for them to get in your way once more.

They were cornering you now.

“I did what you asked, why do you keep bothering me?” you asked quietly, pleading almost.

“Because you took him away from us all those months ago. Kuroo-san has never and will never be yours. It honestly was such a bitchy thing for you to do Y/n. You really think that by just breaking up with him you would be let off the hook? Wrong.”

Your quiet demeanor never faltered; you were desperate to go home though. So you tried stepping around them once again, only to be shoved back into another one of the girls.

They were laughing at you as they shoved you about, but you didn’t have the strength to fight back, to stand up for yourself.

You just… you just let it happen.

You probably deserved it anyway, right?

For breaking Kuroo’s heart.

You deserved all of it, right?

“Hey!”

Everyone froze, yourself included. You knew that voice all too well, and you couldn’t help the tears that began to pool in your eyes.

Cool fingers clasped at your wrist, carefully yanking you away from the group of girls that were now cowering in front of the tall male that stood before them.

“Are you okay Y/n?” Kenma peered at you in concern, carefully releasing his grip on you. You nodded, rubbing at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater.

“K-Kuroo-san! We were just teaching her a lesson! She hurt you, didn’t she? We were just trying to protect you!” one of the girl’s pleaded.

You had never seen Kuroo like this. He was genuinely angry, his eyes all but turning into slits as he glared down at the group of girls who were nearly in tears at this point.

“From what I heard, you guys are the reason that Y/n broke up with me.” he said, tone deep and dark. “From what I saw… well… girls like you absolutely disgust me.” he sneered.

“K-Kuroo-san.” one of them began to cry.

“From now on stay away from me, and stay away from Y/n. If I catch you guys anywhere near her then we’re going to have some problems. Understand?” he stood incredibly tall; his arms folded across his chest as he stared down at the group of girls.

It was silent for a moment and then whimpers and loud cries began to erupt from the group, all of them running off.

As soon as they were out of sight Kuroo slumped down, sighing tiredly as his large hand ran down his face, rubbing off whatever emotions he was feeling. But then he was turning to face you, concern clouding his eyes as he walked closer.

“Are you hurt?” he murmured softly, one of his fingers gently sliding against your cheek, his eyes flickering across your face.

You shook your head, but you could feel oncoming tears beginning to pool. You desperately wanted to throw yourself into his arms at this point.

But Kuroo knew you too well, he recognized the look on your face and his hand slid down to grasp yours.

“Let’s go.” he said. “Kenma I’m going to take Y/n home. Walk home without me.” his eyes glanced over at his friend who nodded, waving goodbye to the two of you before taking his leave.

For the most part, the trip home was entirely quiet, you two hadn’t addressed anything that had happened at the school, or what had happened in the days prior. It was mostly small talk, but you felt lighter somehow.

Kuroo brought the best out of you, he was your better half; his mere presence brought a sense of calm to the raging storm inside of you.

He also had never let go of your hand.

Maybe it was because of what happened earlier, or maybe it was an unconsciousness thing, but you were grateful for it.

His hand was large and warm, his thumb rubbing gently against the back of your hand, it was entirely soothing.

But now your anxiety was through the roof as you approached your front door, pausing to retrieve the keys from your bag.

Would he go?

Would he want to come in?

Would he want answers?

Would you guys get back together?

“Y/n....” Kuroo stared down at you intensely, his face nothing but serious. “Can we talk?”

Fuck. Maybe it was all of the above.

You bit your lip, nodding before you guys stepped into your house.

“Where’s your mom?” Kuroo asked casually, slipping off his shoes.

“She’s on a business trip, she’ll be back on Saturday.” you said quietly. Kuroo said nothing back as you guys made your way to your room. Silence engulfing you completely, the air thick with tension.

“Do you really not want to be with me anymore?” Kuroo asked as soon as you guys got settled in. There was no room for small talk now, he had jumped to the point immediately.

“Or did you break up with me because of those girls?” he asked, his eyes never leaving your form.

“They’ve been… they’ve been harassing me since we got together, it got really bad recently…” you trailed off, ignoring the dark look that crossed over his face for a moment.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” his voice was incredibly soft now, his expression gentle. “I would’ve done something about it.”

“I don’t know.” you whimpered out, the tears that you had been holding back since school finally spilled over. “They were your fans… you’re so amazing, I didn’t want them to think badly of you. They’re right, you know. Why would someone like you want someone like me? I’m not very pretty or smart, I’m not passionate like you are… they said I was only dragging you down. I didn’t want to hold you back anymore. So, I - I had to break up with you, had to hurt you enough so that you wouldn’t try pursuing me anymore.”

At this point you were full on sobbing, blabbering your confession. The words just leaked out, there was no point in stopping now, not like you could anyway.

“I didn’t mean what I said about the team either. I just said that to hurt your feelings. I love that you’re so dedicated to your team and volleyball, I love how hard you work towards your goals. You’re so good at what you do. I’m so sorry Kuroo. I’m so sorry.” you choked out, another sob tearing through your lips as you desperately tried wiping away the ongoing flow of tears.

Your eyes were incredibly blurry, your loud crying and hiccups were the only sound that could be heard in the room. You hadn’t even registered that Kuroo had gotten off your bed until you were being yanked into a warm chest. His strong arms wrapped around you tightly, crushing you to his body.

Warmth seeped into your being, radiated off of his chest and into yours. Your nose was filled with the scent of Kuroo, familiar and perfect as you buried your face deeper into his chest.

He caged you against his body, the strong grip he had only tightening further; his large hands rubbed up and down your back, soothing your hysteria until there were only soft hiccups and sniffles.

You weren’t sure how long Kuroo held you for, but you didn’t care. You never wanted to leave his arms.

He was solid, so strong and warm; grounding you to this moment. You could only think of him, as he was right now, and as you were right now. Right now, this moment was perfect.

Right now, you knew that you would never stop loving Kuroo Tetsurou.

“I wish you would’ve told me about those girls earlier.” he finally spoke, his voice was calm, the movement of his hands never stopping against your back. “At least you’re telling me now. But…” his hands gently pulled you away from his body. His eyes burned as they stared into your own, the intensity of his gaze took your breath away, he had never looked at you like that before.

“You’re seriously stupid if you think any of that is true. Not pretty? Not smart? Dragging me down? Holding me back? That’s not true.” He cupped your face carefully, titling your head back slightly, forcing your eyes to only stare at him.

“You’re the kindest person I know. You’re so beautiful, you have no idea how many of the guys at our school wanted to go out with you. You’re the top of our class, did you forget that you’re in the college prep class? You’re incredibly smart. You’ve never dragged me down; you’ve never held me back. You make me want to be better, you make me want to work harder. If I don’t have you by my side… then what’s the point to any of it?” his voice was deep and fierce, full of fiery passion as he stared down at you.

“Do you love me?” he asked.

“Of course, I love you, I never stop-” Kuroo slammed his lips against yours, kissing you fiercely and urgently.

You whimpered loudly, fingers gripping at the front of his uniform tightly as you surrendered yourself to his kiss.

Every ounce of his feelings for you were being poured into this kiss, it was searing, burning you completely as he nipped and sucked at your bottom lip, forcing his tongue into your mouth easily.

It was wet and hot as he massaged the pink muscle in your mouth with his own, and you could only take it, clinging to him desperately as you tried to keep up with his pace.

You hadn’t even realized that he was taking steps back until your world shifted, Kuroo easily pulling you down onto his lap as he sat on your bed. You held yourself up, knees pressing into the soft mattress on either side of his hips.

“You’re mine.” he breathed against your mouth, the hand that was resting on your back trailed down towards your exposed legs. His fingers curled around the back of your upper thigh, skimming against the band of the thigh highs that you wore.

“I can’t believe you started wearing these tiny little skirts to school. I hated the way other guys would look at you whenever you left the classroom… and the makeup? Who were you trying to impress?” he murmured, nipping at your bottom lip before trailing his mouth against the underside of your jaw, and down your throat.

“I - ahh - I just wanted to…” your fingers slid into his hair; eyes fluttering shut as his tongue flickered out to taste your skin. “Feel good about myself.”

He pulled away from you, his lips swollen, and pupils blown as he stared at you. “You’re gorgeous, you don’t need to make yourself up like that. I’ll make you feel good.”

Kuroo began tugging the clothes off of your guys’ body, easily tossing them to the floor until you were both bare.

His lips parted as his eyes wandered to every inch of your skin, greedily taking in all of your pretty curves. You were his, he’d never let anyone else have you, he’d never let anyone else see you like this. Sprawled out on top of the bed, face flushed a beautiful pink, your knees bent as your feet sat flat against the sheets, your core entirely exposed to him.

You were dripping, cunt glistening and begging to be touched.

“It’s embarrassing.” you whispered, face heating up as you took in the way he stared openly at your exposed lower half. You moved to clamp your legs shut, only for his large hands to grab your knees, ripping them apart easily, exposing you further.

“What’s so embarrassing about a boyfriend wanting to stare at his beautiful girlfriend?” he asked, eyebrow raising, a small smirk grazed his lips. “I’m going to make you feel so good, kitten.”

His face sank lower, the hands that were resting on your knees sliding down until they curled around the back of your upper thighs, pushing them further apart and up.

His nose brushed against your mound and then you felt his hot breath blowing against your center, causing a loud whimper to escape your lips, your fingers gripping at the sheets below.

“Thank you for the meal.” he smirked against you, eyes flickering towards you before his mouth enveloped you completely.

You cried out.

Kuroo’s mouth was like a furnace as he lapped at your cunt carefully, flattening his tongue against your soaked entrance before flicking it up towards your swollen bundle of nerves.

The pink muscle easily swirled against your clit, lazy almost, before dipping back into your slit, moving in and out of you perfectly.

Your chest was heaving at this point, your fingers reaching down to tangle into his already messy hair, urging him closer.

His grip on your thighs tightened, his tongue moving against you faster as he felt you drip onto his tongue.

“Tetsurou.” you whimpered. “I’m close, so close.” you slurred, the familiar tightness within your belly coiling rapidly.

Kuroo pulled himself away immediately, a loud whine tearing through your lips.

“N-No! Why did you stop?” You cried out, the tightness residing immediately, the dull ache of your cunt begging for more attention, for release.

Kuroo stood above you, a devilish grin stretching across his face as you whined pitifully at him. One of the hands that was gripping your thigh suddenly came down, swatting at your swollen cunt with a sharp sting.

You cried out in surprise as your body jolted with pleasure. His fingers gently running up and down your soaked folds, pressing down gently against your bundle of nerves.

“I know I said I would make you feel good, but… there needs to be some kind of punishment too. Since you tried breaking up with me, and you kept secrets from me.” he chuckled, his eyes held nothing but warmth though, filled to the brim with love and lust.

Suddenly Kuroo was hauling you up, easily pulling you back onto his lap, you could feel his hard member rubbing against the curve of your ass and then he was shifting you up once more and - another loud cry tore through your lips as he sheathed himself inside of you completely.

The stretch burned as you struggled to accommodate his size, you would never get to this stretch, to him being buried deep inside of you.

He hushed you tenderly, his lips pressing gently against your temple. His breath came out in hot, wet pants against the side of your neck.

“Look at you.” he breathed, his eyes focused on the mirror that was propped against your wall, facing your bed. “Look at how fucking beautiful you are. Look at how well you take my cock kitten.”

Your eyes were screwed closed as you struggled to adjust to the new intrusion in your body. When you finally opened your eyes a loud mewl tore through your swollen lips.

Kuroo had your back pressed tightly against his chest, your legs hung over the side of his muscular thighs, his thick member buried deep in your cunt.

The scene before you was incredibly lewd. The way your pussy lips were stretched around his thick cock was on full display, your bare body covered in sweat and flushed red. The dazed look on your face and the tears gathering in your eyes; it was too much.

Kuroo had his chin resting against your shoulder, his eyes never leaving the mirror as he took in every inch of you.

“S-So embarrassing.” You whined again, attempting to turn your face away so you no longer had to stare at yourself in the mirror.

Kuroo wasn’t having any of that, his strong fingers gripped your chin easily, forcing your head back towards the front.

“Don’t look away.” he commanded into the shell of your ear. “I want you to watch.” he began moving, his hips bucking up, sliding in and out of your velvety walls. “I want you to see how absolutely perfect you are. I want you to see how well you take my cock, I want you to see yourself cum. I want you to see how good I make you feel.”

Your lips were parted, moans spilling out of your mouth as you watched the way your breasts moved with each hard thrust of his hips, the way your cunt stretched around his swollen member that continuously disappeared inside of your body.

“You make the sweetest faces. Fuck look at how wet you are for me kitten.” Kuroo groaned lowly into your ear, his tongue flickering out against the skin. His eyes never left your form, cat-like and dangerous as you took what he gave you.

“Do you hear that?” he murmured lowly. “Fuck you’re so soaked for me.” over the rustling of sheets and your moans the soft squelching noises of your soaked cunt could be heard.

“Should I make you cum?” he breathed, his hand reaching down, his fingers brushing against your parted folds that were stretched tightly around his cock. His eyes were glued to the obscene image before him, memorized with the way you engulfed him completely.

“Please.” you sobbed, overstimulated tears now rolling down your cheeks. “Tetsu, please.”

He moaned softly, fingers reaching up to rub at your clit.

It didn’t take long before you began unraveling, from the quick swipes of his fingers against your bundle of nerves, from the way that his member filled you to the brim, reaching a devastating depth within you, it was no wonder you were reaching your end so quickly.

You watched as your cunt gushed around him, trickling down his balls and staining the sheets below.

“Fuck.” he hissed, teeth sinking into your bare shoulder as you convulsed against him. You were panting, crying at the rush of pleasure still coursing through your body.

Kuroo stayed buried inside of you, waiting for you to catch your breath, your walls fluttering around him. He wouldn’t last long. But he needed you to cum again.

“Give me another one kitten, I know you can do it.” he cooed, and then his hips started jack hammering into your core, hard and fast as his fingers worked against your clit once again.

It was too much, overstimulating, sharp and biting, and you took it all.

You sobbed loudly as your end approached, faster this time, but far more devastating. Especially when you felt his release, Kuroo painted your insides a beautiful white as he spilled himself deep within your core.

You could feel your ears ringing, vaguely registering his gentle praises as he stretched you across the bed, sliding out of your puffy and swollen cunt carefully. You could feel his warmth seeping out, trailing down the length of your legs, but you were far too exhausted to care, to clean up.

He pulled the sheets over your body pulling you against his sweaty chest, his strong fingers brushing away the hair that clung to the sides of your face.

“I love you.” he breathed, a gentle smile covering his lips as he gazed down at you. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine.”

You sighed softly, a sweet smile grazing your lips as you stared back at him. “I love you Tetsu. I don’t ever want to be without you again.” you nuzzled your face into his chest, his arms wrapping around your body tightly.

“I didn’t spend all that time convincing you to go out with me for you to leave so quickly. You’re stuck with me, and my stupid club.” he grinned at you.

“That’s okay. I really missed spending time with Kenma.”

“Oi.”

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