#and i appreciate my cold sensitive friends who like being in the heat

[bromantically]

people who like the heat and people who like the cold are not enemies...... we are best friends ...... we are kissing and holding hands . heat likers make sure u are wrapping ur cold liker friends in nice cozy blankets with a warm drink and cold likers make sure u are providing iced refreshments and taking ur heat liker friends for a swim .........peace and love on planet earth

[chaoticreation]

10/29/23

This area is a death sentence without transportation. I'm running out of food, I can't get my prescriptions, can't flee in an emergency, and me and Syd have been freezing for like, a month, aside from the past two days because it's been surprisingly warm out for October. But November is around the corner, and it's gonna get cold. Fast.

I don't have the funds to repair my van, or the furnace.

Eventually, I'm gonna go homeless if the taxes aren't paid, but the van and furnace are extremely pressing matters right now.

If you can afford to donate, I'd appreciate anything you can spare. If you can't, that's okay. You can still help by sharing this campaign! Please don't donate if you can't afford to, but please SHARE no matter what!

OUR SURVIVAL DEPENDS ON IT. YES, I AM BEGGING. I'M TERRIFIED.

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Edit, 11/7/23: And we also don't have hot water now either. When the plumber came to give me an estimate on the furnace, he found that the hot water heater had a bad leak, so that was turned off to reduce damage.

Edit, 11/12/23: Septic problems now, too. Sinks are backing up. Woo! Still no heat, btw. It's been a month without heat and it's getting colder. Friend bought Syd a bigger hospital cage, but it hasn't arrived yet, so poor girl has to continue to suffer. Still no transportation, either. HEAP has said they'll pay half the furnace bill if I'm on the deed, which I can't and won't do until the taxes are paid off. I'm not about to inherit that debt.

@sydthetiel is being kept in a tiny hospital cage in my office with a space heater. Not ideal, but it's keeping her warm at least.

We're really not okay.

Edit, 11/16/23: Still no heat or hot water. Plumber isn't even actually getting back to us lmao. Mechanic got back to us, though, and they've found that the brake lines are rusted and need to be replaced. They want an extra $3500 for that. So it'd be roughly $6,000 to get my van repaired. Or I can just fix what I can fix at $2,000 and take my chances with rusted brake lines, and be an accident waiting to happen because I'm desperate to not be trapped in a freezing house with no meds or food or water lmao. Or I just don't get to have transportation back. Or I have to buy a new used vehicle, for like, $15,000+. So... mostly there's just no hope left for me. I'm ready to just give up. It's too much to fix, and my odds of survival are at 0 anyway. I won't last the winter here, and I can't even leave.

Edit, 11/22/23: That plumber ghosted us. We got a new plumber. He came out yesterday and got the furnace rigged to work, just in time. As he pulled into the driveway, it started sleeting and snowing. Throughout the night. The problem is, the furnace isn't fixed, so it could crap out at any moment. The water heater is off, but still leaking, so it's time sensitive to have it replaced. But he's pointed out another problem with that; Rex's hoarding. We need to be able to get rid of enough of her crap to get the equipment in and out. He can do it, but it's gonna cost. Additionally, the chimney isn't in great shape so we have to do something about that, or it's going to defeat the purpose of these replacements. Waiting for the quotes on everything.

As for my van, it's ready to be picked up, without the brake lines being finished. We found a new place that said they'd charge between $700-$1000 to replace the brake lines. A lot better than $3,500, but still not money I have. So until I can do that, it's a risk driving it, but I really don't have a choice. I can't stay living like this, trapped in the middle of nowhere. It's defeating me mentally and physically. But there's another problem too, that won't be covered under warranty. A knock sensor. No idea how much it'll cost yet, but it needs to be replaced in order for the van to pass inspection in December.

I'm feeling incredibly hopeless. I can't even run, because I have Syd, and I'm not going to abandon her. She's my kiddo. She's in a bigger cage now, happily. But I'm at such a loss of what to do. We're not going to survive the winter here without these repairs, and fleeing is going to be really difficult, and I may not have a home to come back to in Spring if I did manage to leave for the winter with Syd.

[solarisgod]

over ten years pass and the time when micah have been doing xyr investigation, hiding xemself away from the infernal infinity, xe finds xemself back in texas, standing out of the airport in the hot dying day. leland. memories of micah's time at the university are vague, fleeting. micah is sure there's an alter or few in the starwake system who hold the clearest memories of their post-secondary school. xe wonders how xyr old friends have been doing. micah's expression slightly twists when xe recall the painful distance that xe could feel. some time after the incident in the slaughterhouse, micah's family took xem back to los angeles and continued with xyr education there when they found a better university for xem to study. micah have tried to keep in touch with everyone, although over time, they all vanished in xyr life. like bright stars in micah's endless sky.

❝ aw, did you miss me? ❞

micah returns to reality and sees a tall figure before xem, his cheeky grin present on scarred face. xyr mouth and eyes widen slightly, surprised with a realization that this is leland, the one who have brought xem and their surviving friends back here to bring the sawyer family down once for all. xyr gaze fixated on @lifesver through black shades, micah doesn't answer right away, xyr mind becoming heavier to bear. xe tries to remember the slaughterhouse, but, as always, there is nothing but the world being upside down with the corpses that remained in the corner of cold basement. (THERE IS NOTHING BUT DEATH. THERE IS NOTHING BUT HORROR. NOTHING. NOTHING. NOTHING. AND GOD CLOSES HIS EYES.) micah takes a few steps closer to leland, and in a painful moment, xe doesn't think either of them is real. this is only a dream.

a wish that everything is okay.

their hand clenches around the suitcase handle as they stare at leland, the gate standing behind the pair. leland is the only friend micah have who have the time and energy to give them goodbye in person. after a few hours, they will take their plane and return to los angelos. « thank you for giving me some nice memories here, leland, » micah signs, not wanting to speak─ forcing themself to face the fact in cracked and feeble sounds that this is real. « for being my best friend. » their visions blur, eyes burning, and they realize they're tearing up. micah offers leland a soft smile. it is meant to be a comfort for them both, but in the end, it makes everything hurt more. paths of tears fall and micah pulls him into a tight embrace, crying against his healing shoulder. ❝ i'll miss you, lestar. ❞ i love you.

a deep and shaky breath is taken, an attempt of grounding xemself back to reality that becomes sharper and louder to endure and endure and─ ❝ yes, i did, immensely, ❞ micah responds in a whisper (i missed you like how the moon always misses the sun until a transient moment where they can be together) and the delicate confession doesn't taste of leland's blood. micah adjusts xyr sunshades and analyzes leland's appearance. xe ignores the heat rising under sensitive skin when an internal comment of xyr own passes across─ leland is so pretty as ever─ appreciating his smile, micah's eyes gleam, teary at the reminder. he is still alive. real. just as xe is too. micah doesn't know if leland can hear xem, but even with all of these white noises filling in the world, xe wants to believe xe is loud and clear enough. this love that micah holds, it is light─

EVERYTHING, EVERYWHERE, ENDLESS.

you and i and us.

laughing and smiling brightly with tears of joy, micah embraces leland.

for a long time then, the moon doesn't let go of the sun.

this world, in spring, it becomes a light loving light world.

[missskzbiased]

The Seven Deadly Sins - Lust

Summary: Hell wasn’t like you pictured… Instead of flames, screams, and endless torture you had to go through a trial held by seven faceless figures. A trial that was bound to decide your eternity. An eternity that could either be suffering or fully enjoying yourself to the end of the days.

“I’m a filthy whore” You confess promptly.

The trial begins… And you better hope you’re a hell of a sinner.

Intro || Chan || Minho || Changbin || Hyunjin || Han || Seungmin || Jeongin

WC: ~4,3 K

Genre: Mature

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Cheating, Dirty talking, Choking, Language, Exhibitionism, Cum eating, Breeding (mentions of), Pet Names (Baby girl), Degradation/Humiliation (?) (Slut, whore, ...), "Mirror" sex (Not really, but tons of mentions of reflections), Huge paragraphs (I guess desktop will make it less painful)

The cold surface against your skin aroused you.

Shivering in expectation, you enjoy the feeling of your face and breasts pressed against the glass, smearing it with cum. Sliding on it becomes too easy, and maybe that's why the firm grip on your hair forces your cheek to glide on the slimy surface. Because it's fun. Because he knows you're going to stick your tongue out to have a taste of it while trying to glance at him, to seize on his reaction. Something about you meeting his expectations entices a groan out of him, from the very back of his throat. It's a sound that makes you proud. But what really does it for you is to know that he is losing control of himself, stepping right where you wanted him to be.

"Fuck me" It's a plea but you're so eager that it sounds like an order.

"Stop being such a brat" He spits, pulling your hair so your head would tilt to the side, giving him access to your neck, "Be grateful for what I'm giving you tonight, baby girl..." Trailing a path of open-mouth kisses down to your shoulder, Chan succeeds in making something so outrageous feel just so, so right... You can't help but have your legs trembling and your head spinning as you brace yourself on the glass door, "I'm the one who has everything to lose" He reminds you, biting your shoulder before moving to your blades. You arch your back, "My marriage is at stake here" His mouth trails back to your neck, abusing the tender skin there; alternating between soft bites and passionate sucking.

You think about the bruises that are bound to come.

The knowing smile on your best friend's face flashes before your eyes, and you can practically hear her excitement when she sees the marks: "You go, girl!" She would encourage you, unaware these were left by her husband. He would huff at her words, appreciating the dirty little secret you shared, and then, he would proceed to stare at your bruised skin with concealed pride: "She's finally getting some" He would joke; an inside joke that she could never understand because she didn't know what it was like to have never been fucked by Bang Chan. His raspy chuckles would mock you, and it would turn you on until she laughed along with him, ruining the moment. When he kissed her goodbye, he would let her know in advance that he would be home late, excusing himself before going off to work.

Little did she know that he would be working on you later. Again. Just like he has been doing for the past few days. 

You clench around nothing.

"You said no marks" The reminder falls on deaf ears as he laps his tongue over a sensitive spot that he had been sucking on. He licks your skin in such a lascivious way that you ache for something more. It could be anything. He could slurp on your sticky heat instead, or run his tongue all the way up to your throbbing clit, circling and sucking it with his plump lips, sending you over the edge. Perhaps, he could make you cum over and over again from dusk to dawn and forget he has a wife to come back to, "Everyone's gonna know" You warn him as if the adrenaline of being caught wasn't turning you on even more.

"That you're a slut" He corrects the implication of your words, lips hovering over your jaw before nibbling on your earlobe. The meek whimper that escapes your mouth embarrasses you. It sounds like you're a high school girl exploring sex for the first time. He seems to get off on it, though, sucking on the skin and pressing his chest against your back, bending the arm that props him on the door so he can cage you with his whole body, "Not that you're mine" His breath is heavy and hot and bothered, and it mingles with yours before fogging the glass; small droplets mixing with the cum smeared over the surface.

You shudder in sheer desire.

"F-Fuck..." Your moan falters and gets stuck in your throat, forming a lump that flutters on its way up, refusing to be swallowed down. He notices it; lips molding into a wicked smile against your skin before he grazes his teeth on your nape. At the same time that a shiver runs down your spine, he loosens the grip on your hair. The pain in your scalp pulses away until it ceases, and you relax under his touch, "Please..." You throw your head back, resting it on his shoulder and swiveling so he could kiss you.

He doesn't; he never does.

"Do you have any idea of how hot you sound right now?" He lets his lips hover over yours, studying your helpless form. His eyes burn with desire, mirroring yours. You twitch when his fingers skim across your waist, slinking their way up to your breast. He gropes it roughly, squeezing hard and pulling it by your nipple before letting go. Tension starts to build up again as his fingers caress your collarbone to finally wrap around your neck, "It makes me want to fuck you for real" He confesses, putting just enough pressure to make his presence known, to put his yearning in plain sight.

"Then fuck me" You push your hips backward in an invitation, and he tightens his hold around your neck as a warning. It's a silent way to assert his dominance but it's effective, and it makes you dizzy, "Just this once..." Your voice is shaky and your promise is empty. You don't fool him; you know you don't. Yet, his determination to not get involved starts to crumble, and hesitation taints his demeanor, "Please" You mewl, grinding on his bulge to entice a weak moan out of him, "We can go raw" His lips find your blade, and he presses his face against it, looking for support, for something that could bring him back to his senses.

"You're gonna get me in trouble" He stretches his arm just enough so he can detach from your body, leaning back to watch your reflection on the door, "I have a wife" Was he reminding himself, or was it a reminder to you? Regardless of his intentions, neither of you was willing to stop what was about to happen, "She's waiting for me at home" He says as if it isn't thrilling, as if he doesn't want to fuck both you and her in the same night and never get caught.

"I'm not asking you to stay" You taunt, looking at him over your shoulder and bending further so he can take a better look at you, at what he would be losing. When he does, he notices that there is nothing under the skirt you're wearing, and your glistening folds invite him for a ride, "I'm asking you to cum inside me" You clarify, smirking at him as his jaw drops, and the last strand of whatever was holding him back snaps.

"Holy fuck, you're such a slut" His surprise amuses you but the smile on your face is quickly wiped off when he tugs on your hair again, forcing you to watch him through the glass.

His eyes are focused on yours, watching how you react to him. Your knees threaten to give out with all the pinned-up tension as his gaze shifts to your ass and he detaches his hand from the door to fondle you for a brief second. Then, he smacks it for good measure. You wince in pain, whimpering and clenching as he hums in approval; thumb brushing over your heat before he stretches your lips apart to have a better look. His smirk widens, and it's impossible to miss how smug he feels for making you this wet without ever touching you.   

  Your eyes focus on your figure, studying how utterly fucked out you look. Your hair is disheveled, your make-up is ruined, your face and chest are sticky with dried cum, and your neck has so many bruises that concealing it wouldn't be an option. You look sexier than you have ever been. No. You look hot, randy. You look like someone willing to go to any extent to have your ways, to have his balls deep inside you, despite the fact he belonged to someone else. You looked like a winner. Yet, you were also the prize; about to get claimed. 

"Are you sure you want it?" He whispers in your ear, derisively, teasing you by thrusting his hips. Your body jolts forwards, prompting you to brace yourself on the door; whimper gushing out of your lips as you shudder in anticipation, "'Cuz I'm not gonna make love to you, baby girl" He warns, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he repeated his motion, drawing another moan from you, "Tonight, I'm gonna treat you like the whore you are" He groans against your skin; soft vibrations sending a shiver down your spine, "And you'll let everyone know it" He manhandles your head, guiding your eyes through each balcony with lights on.

Your eyes focus on the building across the street, on the people living their lives. Suddenly, it hits you that they can see you as well; if only they looked through their windows, to your apartment. 

You feel exposed.

It would take them one look. Just one. Then, someone else would know what you did behind locked doors when nobody else was watching. A stranger. The perspective set something inside you aflame, and your eyes run from door to door, window to window in search of any witness. It's only when you notice a man's figure walking past his living room that you realize how vulnerable you are. It's only then that you realize that, perhaps, your viewer would be someone you knew. Someone who would hate to see you with another man. Someone who would love to punish you for it.

And then you groan; trying to get both of their attention.

Of course, Minho doesn't hear you.

But Chan does, and he catches onto your intentions.

"Does it turn you on?" He sneers; knee grounding on the door with a thud as he followed your gaze. The answer is yes but you don't answer him. You can't when you lose your balance, surprised by the suddenness of his motion, falling to his thigh with no restraints, sinking on it, "You're already making a mess, huh?" He reprimands, making sure to push his thigh against your heat; the rough fabric gritting on the tender skin as he retreated his leg. It rips an unholy sound out of you but it's not enough to satisfy his ego, "Call me by my name tonight" He instructs, unbuckling his pants for the second time tonight; not worrying about how drenched it was or how he would explain it later, "Let your neighbors know who made you cum your brains out, okay?" And his pants are off to the floor.

You clench your fists, waiting for him to fulfill his promises.

"I mean, if you have any left" His mockery earns him a glare, nevertheless, it makes you wetter.

"I do" The poor answer earns you a scornful glance as he unbuttoned his shirt and, after a small pause, another smack in your ass.

He scoffs at your voice breaking, at your moan echoing in the room.

"It doesn't sound like it" He points out, loosening his sleeve before he finally takes his shirt off, flashing his toned muscles through his reflection, "It doesn't look like it either" His shirt is far gone, and along with it goes his underwear. He picks up his pants from the floor, crumpling them to show you the wet patch you left on his clothes, "It looks like you are a desperate whore for me" His voice lowers a pitch as he raises his left eyebrow and his lips curl. 

"I am" You agree, as straightforward as one can be. The sincerity in your words takes him aback, and his eyes darken as he stares at your fucked out figure. Humiliation washes your body at the realization that you mean it, and you seize this feeling, "I'm a filthy whore, Chan" You explain to him in case it wasn't clear yet, "And I want you to make me yours" This time, he is the one who stands still, shuddering with the need to fulfill your wishes, "Do you understand?" You smirk at him, taking his hand on yours and guiding it to cup your breast; placing your nipple between his fingers, "Make me yours" Then, you grab the hem of your skirt and pull it up, leaving your ass at full display.

And you don't need to say it twice.

He kicks your legs apart and takes the hem of your skirt from your hold. At the same time, he wraps his hand around your nape, pinning the piece against your neck so it wouldn't get in his way. He pushes your head down until you bend forward, ass perched up in the air. His body follows yours, and he rolls your nipple between his fingers before letting it go to prop himself on the door. His arm is straight as possible, enabling him to have a full view when he fucks you. He bucks his hips for good measure, and his dick bounces on your clit for a brief moment. You twitch, moaning his name shamelessly as you lean further on the door.

"Make you mine?" He scoffs in disbelief; hand detaching from the door to wrap around the base of his shift, tapping your cunt with it playfully. You wriggle, eager to get more stimulation than he was offering you, eager to cum around him, "I don't need to make you mine, baby girl..." His dick slides between your lips; up and down, up and down, without ever going in. It drives you crazy. Your legs shake so much that he has to help you; arm wrapping around your waist to keep your balance, "You're the one begging for me..." His voice drips with smugness, so you drip in response, "Don't you see you've been mine since you sucked me off?" He taunts, teasing your entrance with just the tip, "Since you had a taste of my dick?" He hisses when you push your hips back, engulfing his head and clenching around him uncontrollably, "Holy fucking shit, you're so wet, baby" He grunts, gliding all the way inside you and tightening his grip around your waist, keeping you in place.

"I am" He doesn't know what you mean. What were you agreeing to? To the fact that you were the one begging for him, that you did belong to him or that you are wet as fuck? He doesn't know but he also doesn't care when you roll your hips to get some friction, any friction at all, "Please fuck me" You cry when he doesn't move, eyebrows knitting together and mouth falling agape. Your voice is so meek and quivery that he can't ignore the heat spreading to his chest, the urge to comply with your needs, "Please" You mewl his name, tears prickling your eyes, "I wanna cum" Your thoughts float inside your head, impossible to grasp. Your mind and mouth lose their connection, "Make me cum" You beg again, and again "I wanna your cum" You clench. Hard. He flinches behind you. 

"Then lick it" He instructs, guiding your head to loom over the smeared cum on the door. His voice sounds a little unstable but you don't notice it; too distracted with the salty, chlorine tang that invades your senses and clouds your judgment, "Lick it so the neighbors can get a good look at your face, baby girl..." Instinctively, your eyes search for Minho on his balcony, "Lick it so I know that you mean it" His voice is tantalizing but there is nothing more alluring than the shuddering that comes with his expectations of what you would do next, "Lick it so I can show them who you belong to... So I can rail you right now, baby girl" It sounds like he is begging you to follow his directions; that he needs it so he can finally have you, finally stop pretending that he's doing any better than you.

His dick throbs inside your cunt, and your walls flutter, greeting him. Your clit aches, untouched. You can't focus on his words, too lost inside your mind, too lost in your urges. Something on the way his breath fans over your back tells you that he is about to lose it. Something in the way he throbs again, and again. Something in the way he pulls all the way back, almost slipping out of you. Something in the way he rams it back in, jolting your body forward, to the door. Your forehead hits your arm, and you shriek when he does it again, and again, and again. Four times. It's what it takes for you to try and climb the walls. It's what it takes for you to meet a known pair of eyes across the street. It's what it takes for your brain to fully function again before it short circuits.

It's what it takes for you to scream his name.

"Fuck" He hisses, knees weakening to the way you sound so desperate to have him, "Do what I'm fucking telling you, so I can fuck you, bitch" You don't remember Chan swearing that much in his life, and it's empowering to know he is losing his shit because of you; because of how much he wants you, "Lick that fucking door clean" Pushing your head against the glass, he is just begging for you to give him an excuse to fulfill his promise.

  "Yes, sir" You answer him absentmindedly before connecting your lips to the door and raising your eyes to meet Minho's. 

Chan groans when he realizes how eager you are to please him, to get what you were craving. Your tongue presses against the glass, licking a stripe before you let a chuckle slip from your mouth, amused by the opposite reaction. Chan caresses your side with such wonder, that it feels like he is seeing you for the first time. Then, his hand travels south, pressing against your stomach. At the same time, Minho grabs the handrail for dear life, clenching his fists around it as he stares at you. He doesn't enjoy the view, and it fills you with wicked joy. When Chan thrusts into you teasingly, He can't help but moan your name when he feels his dick bulging through your mound.

"You feel so good" He cries before biting his lower lip to muffle his moan, "So tight" His dick stretches your cunt, and you giggle when he swears under his breath, jerking his hips against yours with no coordination, "So wet" He sets a pace, rhythmically hitting a sweet, sweet spot inside of you that has you clenching, and he groans in response.

"Better than your wife?" You roused him, getting back to your task of licking the glass clean. 

You don't hold back anymore; tongue lapping and twirling on the surface to the point you're practically making out with it, earnestly savoring his cum. He notices it. And it gets to his head. You feel it twitching inside you.

"So much better" He gasp out, ashamed of his confession.

"Then fuck me better" You order, turning the tables around.

And he does; he really does.

His dick is shoved inside you before you can react. He bends you further; fingers sinking to your waist. He takes you in, admiring your state before pulling back. Then, he pulls your hips towards him at the same time he thrusts into you, hard. The sound of your wetness receiving him, his skin slamming on yours, echoes in your living room, breaking the silence. Chan pulls back again, pushing your hip away from him, and then he pulls it back to him, ramming into you with an avid, animalistic thrust. He does it again, and again. Each thrust faster than the other, until he is pounding you from behind, railing you just like he promised. The filthy sound of his hips snapping against yours fills you with uncontrollable desire, but not as much as the feeling of it. You search for more, pushing your hips back, meeting him halfway, until his dick just pumps inside your cunt.

"C-Chan" You gasp for air, rolling your eyes back as a strain of swears, pleads, and moans fall from your lips over and over again, "I'm gonna--" You let out a borderline scream when his finger meets your clit, rubbing it uncoordinatedly, "Holy shit! Chan!" You cry his name out, and your voice rides up and down, shaking and resounding in the room, unsteady vocals trying to release your pleasure, trying to hold your orgasm back, "I'm gonna cum" You announce, even if you're not quite there yet, just so he would go rougher, just so he would try to draw it out from you by force, "Chan" You mewl again, seeking to fulfill his kinks. Your voice comes out strained and a string of saliva runs down your chin, "Hmph-" He pushes your cheek against the door, quickening his pace and jolting your body further and further.

"Louder" He demands, and you stick your tongue out against the glass, "Louder!" He growls, and you hum and whimper in response, "Come on, scream my name, baby girl" His tone is wavering between a whisper and a spit, getting hoarser by the second. He is close. You can feel it. His thrusts don't falter, and his hips keep snapping against yours, his fingertip keeps rubbing circles around your clit, and his head keeps poking a soft spot inside you, "Cum for me, hm?" His voice shakes, and so do his legs when you start clenching around him, wailing his name for anyone to hear, "Yeah, just like that..." He approved meekly, a sugar-sweet moan falling from his mouth, "Just like... Ahn-" His eyes roll back, and his voice vanishes from his throat as he buries his face on your back.

"Cum inside" You moan loudly; limbs shaking for dear life as he reaches deeper and deeper, hitting your walls from all the right angles.

"Gonna breed you" He promises, rutting you mercilessly.

"Chan, please" Your tone is choked but your voice is loud enough for your neighbor to knock from the floor below. The sound makes you go louder, scream your lungs out as a knot forms in the pit of your stomach, coiling and threatening to release as he flickers your clit nonstop, "Inside me, insi--!" You cry, supporting yourself on the door, throbbing around him when he lets out a growl that lets you know that he's finishing, interrupting you.

Right before you can feel white painting your walls, you come back to your senses.

You shake and gasp for air, legs too wobbly for you to stand up. The building-up feeling vanishes away as if it has never been there, but the urge to cum lingers longer. You whine, quivering and twitching as you look around, confused by what you were experiencing. Your knees hit the ground, your arms brace you so your face doesn't the floor. Your eyes search for an explanation, and you find a court before you, Bang Chan licking his lips and nodding in approval.

"Guilty" He slams his gavel to officialize his statement, and your eyes twinkle with the realization, "Spare yourself from the humiliation, it's too soon to celebrate. I'm only one out of seven" Your smile falters like a dimming candle, and Lust's grin widens at your doom, "The trial has just begun" Amusement rings in his remark, and the shadows seem to undulate, agitated by the perspective of being pleased as well.

"It's a waste of our time" Another voice joins in, one that sounds like a rattlesnake announcing its attack, rasping in the back of their throat; if they have one, "A slut like her could have done nothing to deserve a trial!" Their words are just a snarl, thundering its way from miles away. You find your legs trembling in fear; no traces of resistance in your demeanor when they continue, "I'd rather torture her myself than rewind some frustrated, sexual encounter she thinks is worthy of me" If they had eyes, they would be shooting holes through your skull.

"Wrath..." Lust warns quietly.

"What?!" Their voice gurgles up, and instead of a hissing snake, he sounds like a purring wildcat, ready to pounce its prey.

"Wrath" You call them, and the shadow veers; as if they're snapping their eyes at you. Another thunder echoes in the air; a tyrannical, incredulous scoff, "I will please you" It's a promise you don't know you can keep, but you're used to offering empty words, "Give me a chance" You beg, careful to not get in his bad side.

This time, you can clearly hear his hysterical laughter.

"Let me guess" His smile belongs to no one else but Lee Minho, and he looks as condescending as the real deal, "Hate sex?" He snickers, raising his eyebrows mockingly, fully aware that he figured you out, "What a classic" His form vanishes like smoke, leaving a trace of sulfur in the air before he pops behind you, hand wrapping around your throat.

His grip tightens, blocking your airways. Your head gets heavy, each one of your veins filling with blood. The pressure increases, and you know your face is bloating, that you're drowning out of water. Your vision is stained with black dots; your surroundings slowly darken and fade. Your senses get clouded, and you know you're about to pass out when he whispers into your ear, and still manages to sound too far away for you to understand.

"It's no fun for me when you enjoy it," He says.

And then, there is only darkness.

[luselih]

early summer || oliver aiku

summary: a lovely day at the beach with Oliver and his football teammates! <3, can’t get any better, right??

content warnings | my first writing here so it would be trash for sure, smut (minors dni), chubby!fem!reader (skin color of reader not mentioned!), dilf/older!oliver (late 20’s in my mind, not expressly stated), possible age gap?? (age of reader not mentioned), he’s probably ooc lol, groping, public sex, unprotected sex, pet names (sweetheart, bambi, princess, mama…), name calling (bitch in heat and whore maybe once?), praising and degrading, rough sex, creampie, breeding kink, mating press and prone bone, overstimulation, dumbification and probably more <3

a/n - #1 inspired by “i could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice” promt and just a fact he likes to se swimsuits in the summer <3 (canon!), written by a virgin too so i beg you don’t be so harsh in comments, love ya 💜!

#2 i couldn’t think of a better ending, sorry it is is disappointing, ya girl didn’t write shit since 2018-😿

It was early june, just after football season ends and days starts to get really warm and sunny on Italian cities and crowed streets which were filled up with tourists and locals in this time of year, so of course why wouldn’t Ubers get out of city to rest and celebrate winning season on beautiful beaches on northeast coast of Italy? 5 star hotel not even couple of minutes away from a beach where Oliver was staying with his teammates, they couldn’t help to call some friends and people to come and stay at hotel they booked, i mean they already have entire hotel for privacy reasons next 10+ days anyway so staying there and couple of private jets flying to closest airport to get people to there wasn’t a problem really, they said that they needed some people to keep them entertained while being away from work and all worries that life can carry with it now.

“Can you help with sunscreen while they are going to ice cream, Oli?”

Oliver turned to look at you as you talked to him, asking him as you lay down on your beach towel, your two piece bikini glowing from the sun and water that is dripping from it since you just existed ocean water just minutes ago, in your hand was a sunscreen that you brought with you to the beach in your carry, stretching out your hand to him, who was now sitting next to you on a beach chair resting like an old man, Oliver lowered his sunglasses, revealing his heterochromia eyes yet again as he look at you, responding with casual yet flirty smile.

“Sure thing sweetheart, lay down and relax.”

He responded as took away a sun cream from your hand you relaxed into a towel, your back facing up, before you two were left alone his teammates just left to buy some ice cream for everyone before it’s get to late and go to where you will need to pack and leave beach since it would be late and too cold for swimming. he looked at your back and backside for good couple of seconds before standing up lazily from his chair and going couple of steps to your soft body, admiring those rolls on your back as you just rested so peacefully underneath the parasol.

He got on his knees on side of your towel that was free and opened a sun cream bottle and poured a good amount of liquid on his hands and rub his hands together to get somewhat fair amount of it all over his hands and slowly pull them on your bare shoulders, a feeling of cold cream and his warm and calloused hands from all training done pressing on your sensitive skin was enough for you to let out a soft gasp, body naturally flinching at unexpected touch, letting out an slightly embarrassing chuckle, you mumbled out a shy.

“sorry…cream is just very cold”

“don’t worry about it…just be a good girl now…”

He hummed in appreciation of your body as his hands rubbed cream into your skin. He just adored your soft skin and plump curves, always noticing that you would wear a bikini top that your boobs are just threatening to fall out, just one wrong move and you will flash entire beach, soft stomach and thick thighs to play and fall asleep on them, kind of woman he LOVES the most.

It was just two of you at the late afternoon, there was not even other swimmers or anything around, just sea, occasional bird sound and light music. Perfect scene was made as his hands grow a bit more bold, his hands were still massaging cream into your back but his strong fingers were wandering towards your neck, arms, sides and hips that just easily made your body react with little moves of your arms and hips squirming, sound of your breath hitching was so heavenly for him, so he sweared he couldn’t help himself right now, i mean look at you now.

Not when you are literally under him now, just for him to take you right there, wait- how did he end on top of your thighs now, wasn’t he supposed to be on your side?

When you were just to ask him about it, you felt his thick fingers made it’s way toward a clasps of your bikini top and unclasped it, letting you boobs to full out underneath your weight on your towel, you started squirming around underneath him immediately, your soft rear brushing against his raising erection in his shorts, your hands immediately flew towards your breast to cover them, naturally trying to stay modest as much as possible in a public place, even if it’s empty.

“Oliver, wait- we are in public, your teammates are just about to get back-“

You truly tried to reason with him, but with no avail since his hands immediately went in front of you, pulling your bikini top totally off you as his erected dick pressed against your upper thighs, trapping you between him and towel, his fingers immediately groping your plum breast, his index fingers and thumbs toying with your nipples that started to erect from touch, letting out a mewl your hands gripped into a beach towel, knowing what Oliver wants now.

“Cmon now princess…don’t play hard to get.. ive been fantasizing about your pussy all day long…gosh-just thinking about a death grip your pussy have over my dick-you can snap it in half how tight you are down there-“

He rasped out in your ear shamelessly, kissing skin behind your ear and neck, his hands abusing your breast and nipples carelessly, you couldn’t help but to moan in pleasure and pain in same time, his hips humping your bottom, already feeling so needy and hungry for your body.

“stop saying such things in public please-“

You tried again but his hands left your now abused chest towards your bikini bottom, hands groping your skin hardly there, making you let out a strained nose between a moan and a groan, whispering directly into your ear now.

“getting shy and needy on me, my little bambi? cmon, just let me mold you against me again…yeah…don’t pretend you didn’t call me daddy on top of your lungs just days ago, begging for my cum like a bitch in heat..”

He recalled a time not so long ago, not even 2 weeks ago when his team win Italian football league against their biggest rival, last match od season, winning 3 - 0 against them. Uber’s were miles away in table points anyway so title was never in doubt to be theirs. How could he ever forget about seeing you in HIS jersey. HIS name and HIS number on you as you cheered for him, pure happiness and joy written all over your face as you jumped into his arms after his match, not caring about him being drenched in sweat, grass and soil. The way you were all over him, the way you moaned his name over and over again in hotel room, the way your back arched and pretty little noises left your lips, your soft fingers scratching on his back as he drilled into your poor abused cunt, his sheer size and girth made you see stars and behind. He was ready to throw away his careless life away and claim you like a biggest success of his lifetime. He loved your body, he was OBSESSED with it to say that at least.

“Now just let me put this to side, not like no one else will see this pretty pussy of yours…”

His deep voice called you back to reality as he pulled your bottoms to side from behind and pushed you down into towel, already pulling his shorts down to let his hardened cock out, immediately giving it five experimental pumps as he lowered it to your pussy lips, teasing them and your clit and opening, you whined at his teasing, of course since now he is one to drag this and his is a horny one. Yet he wasn’t a prick to bone but he might still behave like one, his nose brushing against skin just underneath your skin, he asked in that deep and hypnotic voice of his.

“Do i have your consent to derange your guts right now baby?

You could only mewl from his words, body getting more and more aroused and hot if it is even possible, you whispered back in weak tone.

“Fuck yes-yes please. Just put it in alre-ohhh, fuuuuuuuck-Oli-“

He without wasting any more time, slide his dick into your hole as soon as he heard your breathy consent, letting out deep groan as he felt slick walls hugging his dick tightly, warmness and tightness of your hole almost made him want to cum right on spot from how dizzy he got from it. He kissed back of your neck as he got one hand on your hip, you feel him in deepest parts of your body, practically digging into your gut. Head of his member kissing entrance your cervix was almost overwhelming for you and your tight pussy might just maybe snap his dick into two if he went all way in immediately.

“Gosh-i swear if you get any tighter than this, you are just calling me to knock you up-lord-“

He tried to end his sentence yet sudden tightening of your hole made him feel ecstatic, planting both of his hands on your hips, he pulled his back all way back, just head of his shaft in your hole as he slammed his hips again, and again, and again, again, again and again and counting to do so as he successfully knocked out air of your lungs every time. Sounds of skin slapping against each other, mewls and moans filled this empty part of beach. You soon felt that familiar sensation in your stomach as you gripped into anything for stability, Oliver could feel how tigher and tigher your pussy hole is getting on him, all logical and rational thinking was now thrown out of window as his fingers toyed with your nipple and sensitive clit, making you roll your eyes at back your head.

“You wanna cum? Yeah, You do? Well-“

Your eyes widened at sudden feeling of emptiness between your legs, opening your mouth you were to ask “what the fuck Oliver-“ when you were flipped like a pancake, making your being to jiggle as you were now face to face with him, a stupid yet handsome grin on his lips that meant no good, his hands going underneath your knees and pushing it to your stomach and chest, your eyes widened at realization what he was about to do now, you wanted to squirm away yet again, knowing his desire that was practically written all over his face but his grip was not wavering, he spoke out in hushed laughter, taunting you.

“Too bad, i want what i want and i will get it. Now brace yourself mama.”

Without a second thought he drilled his dick into you like it’s his need, his balls slapping against your ass you felt him even deeper if it was even possible, your hands immediately gripped onto his arms and shoulders, series of strained voices left your lips. You felt even bigger orgasam approaching as you had a lazy make out session with him. You knew that it was risky if you let him nut in you, fuck menstrual cycle and ovulation for it, hormones and horny thoughts flooding your mind over and over at possibilities for this activity between you without any protection. Your thoughts were interrupted by intense feelings, you moaned out again - more loudly than before as your legs started quivering, that glazed look in your eyes drive Oliver into his own orgasam as he pushed you down into a towel with his height as cummed inside you just a little too deep, groaning into a kiss he pulled you in. He sloppily fucked his cum into you more before lazily pulling out, he bit his lip trying not to not get excited from scene in front of him. Your and his mixed cum leaking from your twitching hole down your skin to towel, he knew that it was a risky thing to do but he didn’t care. He slowly moved your legs back to normal, kissing your forehead for little comfort as he pulled your bikini back up on its place, you bit down on inside part of your cheek and spoke out to him, feeling his cum leaking more and more inside your bikini bottom. You wanted to kill him with your bare hands but his teammates and your friends came back. He just watched in amusement at you knowing you were still so sensitive and twitching from feeling between your legs, people around you two are clueless about it.

As you guys had ice creams and slowly started packing up for day, making your way back to hotel as sun started setting down, you and Oliver were at back walking alone as other people talked, he leaned into your ear as he rested his hand on your hip, his hands threatening to slide into your shorts and tease you, he whispered into your ear with that teasing tone of his.

“You know, maybe i just might knock you up for real tonight, i don’t mind putting a ring on your finger since you are my type and i think we might just start trying for a baby and ditch that morning after pill and birth control pills, what do you think mama, ya in?”

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

hello, would it be alright to request a mystic messenger and a genshin impact match up? i go by venus, my pronouns are she/her, and i’m bisexual! i’m a taurus, my mbti is infp, and my enneagram is 9w1. i’m 6’ (~182 cm), chubby, with shoulder length wavy hair that i dye brown, blue eyes, and freckles everywhere. i wear gold glasses that have a chain with stars and moons on it. i like to think my style is fairly cottagecore, but a lot of people tell me i dress like a grandma.

as for my personality, i’m very shy. i don’t talk much and i tend to keep to myself quite a bit. i’d like to think i’m kind. i try my best to be a safe space for everyone around me. i have a strong sense of justice. my giving love language is acts of service, and my receiving love language is quality time. i love doing little things for people and i love feeling needed. i’m very easy to please, but this also means that i have a hard time being critical of things. i try to see things in a positive light, and i look for the best in people. i tend to bottle my negative feelings out of shame- i see myself as irrational and over-dramatic. this leads to me lashing out down the line. i’m working on it though! i’m learning how to communicate my feelings in a healthy way. i also tend to be overly sensitive. i’m pretty positive that i have adhd.

i spend a lot of time drawing. i’d like to think i have an eye for design. i like taking naps (i feel like i’m always tired) and playing cozy games. i listen to music almost constantly. i also love cold, rainy days. i like fashion! i put a lot of thought into what i wear and i have a very particular style. i’m fascinated by astronomy. i also love going to museums and exhibits. i like playing dungeons and dragons as well! and of course, i LOVE my cat. there isn’t much that i can say i dislike. i can’t stand heat. i don’t like tangy foods. people who are quick to jump into conflict annoy me. i don’t like being perceived as childish.

that’s all i can think to put, i’m sorry if it’s too much! thank you very much for your time :]

Hi Venus! Thank you for your request! I hope you like your matchup!

In Mystic Messenger, I match you with...

707 will make it his mission to bring you out of your shell! Within reason of course. He doesn't want to accidentally cross any boundaries.

Cat friends! Loves your cat maybe more than you do. Often jokes that he's with you for the cat before swiftly backing it up with reassurances that he does in fact love you very much.

Definitely wants to go on a date with you to a cat café at least once. Or twice. Maybe three times. It's your regular haunt now.

Loves getting the gang together and playing D&D! 707 makes a great DM, he's got all the voices for any character you can think of.

Astronomy buddies as well! 707's desire to go to the space station only increases if you're openly interested in the stars and space in general as well!

Silently appreciates that you're not critical of things. It eases his worries that you'll leave him if you knew the "real" 707.

50/50 with quality time. He can sometimes spend days on end holed up in his room working on a case but he always makes sure to spend all of his time with you when he's not working.

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

Someone else who can't stand heat or tangy food. You two can spend lots of cold rainy days inside together quite happily.

I see modern au Chongyun as a fan of cozy simulation games like Animal Crossing and Stardew Valley so he'd love spending time with you playing games. Whether you're playing the same game or completely different ones, he loves the peace.

Chongyun is an interesting balance of introvert and extrovert. He's quiet but has no filter when he speaks. You can both help each other come out of your respective shells.

Appreciates your acts of service. He's already pretty busy with his exorcist training so anything you do to help him out, be it cooking a meal or cleaning the house, he'll be hugely appreciative for.

Chongyun is pretty good with quality time as well. Yes, he's busy, but he'll make sure you feel loved. If he's been especially busy, he might even take a few days off training to spend time with you.

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

Can I request a oneshot of Tom Riddle with a Ravenclaw girlfriend who all the boys stare at and maybe Tom overhears some Slythern boys talking dirty about his girlfriend so Tom fucks his girlfriend in the common room one. Night knowing the boys can hear.

pairing: young!tom riddle x ravenclaw!reader 

warning(s): 18+, praise, semi-public sex (people can totally hear), fingering

word count: 1.1k

a/n: as hot as i think this concept is, i can’t help but feel bad for those baby first years who were possibly subjected to this haha. i’d like to think tom would be smart enough to put up some silencing charms around everyone else’s room so you can think what you want. 

Tom let you into the empty Slytherin common room with a smirk. It was quiet and empty, just as one would expect it to be this late at night. It had been a cold, long walk from the Ravenclaw Tower down to the dungeons, but Tom had promised you it would be worth it. 

“How was your walk?” He asked politely, leading you over to the ornate leather couch by the fire. 

“Long,” you replied shortly, eager to know why you were even here in the first place. 

He looked over at you, an eyebrow raised, basically daring you to keep up your attitude. 

“Do you know why I asked you to come down here, darling?” He asked, guiding your body until you were laying on the couch beneath him. 

“I have a pretty good idea,” you told him cheekily, moving your robes to the side to reveal your skimpy matching pajama sets, a set you knew was one of his favorite.  

“Is that why you wore that skimpy skirt today? You wanted me to bend you over and fuck you in the hall like the filthy whore you are?” He asked darkly, his lips grazing your jaw as he leaned in close. 

“Just wanted to dress pretty for you,” you explained, the nerves beginning to set in due to his tone. 

That morning as you were getting dressed, you thought it would be a great idea to dress a little sexier than usual. Just a little something to catch your boyfriend’s eye from across the Great Hall during breakfast and lunch. A means to distract him in the classes he shared with you. But now you were beginning to feel as if your plan had royally backfired. 

“I appreciate that, but I already know how pretty you are, darling. You did, however, catch the attention of my housemates,” he said, pulling back to look you in the eye now. 

You could see the fire held behind his pupils. The absolute boiling rage he was feeling, but it wasn’t necessarily directed at you. No, this seemed to be directed at his friends. 

“What do you mean?” You asked shyly, a blush coming to your cheeks as you thought of all the possible outcomes of his words. 

“Let’s just say they had quite a few ideas for what they’d do with a whore like you. Some of their ideas were rather creative. And because of your little outfit, they all want you desperately.” 

“I- I didn’t mean- Tom- I’m sorry,” you stuttered out, now fully understanding your misstep and very unsure about where he’d go with this. 

“Hush, darling. I know,” he chuckled, pressing his body close over yours and placing a sweet kiss on your forehead to calm you. “But now you have to be a very good girl for me. Do you think you can do that?” 

“Anything,” you replied easily, just wanting to make up for what he had to listen to his friends say about you. 

He only raised a smug brow before capturing your lips in a heated kiss, quickly building your arousal until you were snaking your arms around him and bringing his body as close to yours as possible. Both sets of robes came off quickly enough, but he left you both partially clothed. Being in the common room always came with the risk of a straggler coming in in the middle of the night. 

In almost no time, he had two fingers buried deep inside of you. His skilled fingers worked over your g-spot effortlessly, whimpers falling from your lips. 

“I know you can be louder than that, little one. Let me hear you,” he commanded, his fingers practically dragging the sounds out of you. 

A blush came to your cheeks as you let out a loud moan, sure that someone had heard you. 

“Good girl. Just like that. Cum on my fingers,” he said as he played with your body, bringing you closer and closer to the edge with every small movement. 

Soon you were releasing with a short cry, doing exactly as he wanted. You chest heaved, trying to suck in as much air as possible as he re positioned himself in between your legs, not even giving you enough room to recover from your first orgasm before he was trailing the tip of his cock along your slit. 

“Tom, fuck,” you whimpered, still reeling from the sensitivity. 

“That’s it, say my name. Let everyone know who this pretty pussy belongs to,” he praised, rolling his hips into yours in one long thrust. 

You back arched from the stretch as a moan fell from your lips. You had forgotten where you were in the moment, trapped in a bubble that was just you and Tom. You were quickly brought back to the moment when you saw the smirk on his face, getting exactly as he wanted. He wanted you to be loud, to let out every whorish moan for his friends to hear. To show them exactly who you belonged to. 

If it were anyone else, the blatant possessiveness may have put you off, but Tom was Tom and everything he did was deliciously addictive. 

He fucked you just the way you liked, doing anything and everything in his arsenal of tricks to get you to make as much noise as possible. And whatever he was doing was working, because the noises were coming out before you could stop them. You were sure from an outside perspective you sounded obscene, but the things that man did to your body and mind could never be explained. 

“You’re being so good for me. Let them hear you. Let them know your mine,” he said between his own groans, only egging you on. 

“Tom, fuck. I’m so close,” you moaned, growing louder and louder as the minutes passed. 

He could feel your body tensing beneath him, your walls beginning to flutter around his cock in a way that made his own head spin. You were the perfect girl for him, and he just wanted everyone to know, particularly his depraved friends, that you were his and his alone. 

“Cum on my cock, Y/N. Scream for me,” he commanded, his lips coming down to suck in a spot that always made you weak. 

With one final thrust, you did exactly as he wanted. You came with a scream of his name, unable to help yourself anymore. He fucked you through your orgasm even as he reached his, your noises not ceasing until he stilled inside of you, both of you gasping for breath. 

When he looked down at you fondly, you couldn’t help but give him a genuine smile in return. Despite what had just happened and the amount of trouble you were both sure to get in you couldn’t help but be content. 

Being content in knowing that you were his and his alone. 

[ava-achlys]

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Kim Sunwoo - Hands Off [Requested]

softdom!Sunwoo x gf!reader

Request: Sunwoo likes to play with his girlfriend's breasts

Warnings: mentions of bullying, body image, underage drinking, anxiety (very brief), titfucking

Long overdue request for @ace-seventeen-world , I hope you like it! Also first time writing anything about titfucking, I hope it turned out alright. 🙏🏽

Sunwoo loves you even when you don't feel like loving yourself.

Being well-endowed since puberty hit meant you received a lot of unwanted attention from all genders. Some would pass judgement, calling you desperate for attention; and some would ogle and make lewd comments. This led to you coming to school wearing oversized baggy clothes and even turtlenecks no matter the weather. The less your body was apparent for people to judge, the better, you thought. Except the comments never stopped. You were so sick of your body being the talk of the student population of your small-town high school that you couldn't wait to graduate; and move far away to start afresh in college, where you futilely hoped that people would be more mature about these things.

Moving away for college turned out to be the best decision you made. You made a whole bunch of new, more mature friends who taught you to embrace and appreciate your body. Inappropriate comments from strangers still came your way, but with your new, reliable support system, you learnt to shut them out, and your girlfriends would even try to fight them for you, which made you feel very touched and grateful. Apparently, this sincerity didn't stop with just your good friends. That was also how you met your current boyfriend. Your friends had convinced you to come with them to a party during your first semester, and you allowed them to doll you up, upon much pestering. You were dressed in a nice blouse and skirt, which turned some heads at the party, and though you felt rather self-conscious in the beginning, you loosened up after a few drinks and dances. From there, you didn't care if people paid good or bad attention to you; all you wanted was to have fun with your best friends.

One of your friends introduced you to a gaggle of other first- and second-years, who were very loud and goofy, except for one; who had previously been laughing boisterously along with them until he set his eyes on you. He abruptly stopped laughing when you made eye contact, and you could have sworn he developed a light flush. With pouty lips and dark eyes, and a mop of fluffy black hair, he smiled shyly at you, nodding in acknowledgement and softly introducing himself. His voice was deep and had an attractive drawl and a pleasant raspiness. His name was Sunwoo, and you ingrained it into your memory easily, smiling shyly back at him. You mostly kept to yourself as the rest of them chatted, nursing your drink when a flurry of words and a loud slap shook you. You whipped around to see one of the boys, with cotton-candy hair and sharp feline eyes rubbing his arm and muttering under his breath next to Sunwoo, who was staring at you while whispering something to the boy - Eric, was it?

"Apologize!" Sunwoo hissed, nudging him. You tried to back off but Eric nervously came forward and rubbed his neck sheepishly, stuttering an apology while avoiding your eyes. He didn't specify what he was apologizing for, but you already had an inkling. All your friends were now staring at you, confused as to what had transpired. Unable to handle the stifling awkwardness, you quickly murmured "It's fine, Eric," before speedwalking away to get some fresh air, unaware that a certain dark-haired boy was scurrying after you. You turned to the nearest balcony and hurriedly gulped some fresh air to calm down, all-too-familiar feelings of panic and shame drowning you. You fought back tears, ignoring some of the smokers occupying the same space, who were looking at you with a mixture of confusion and pity. You managed to calm your breathing, and blink back tears, when a figure slowly comes to stand next to you. He doesn't look at you out of courtesy, fixing his gaze straight ahead. "Are you alright?" he asks softly. You nod firmly, trying to seem completely calm. "Eric... sometimes says things without thinking, but I know that's not an excuse. I just want to apologize again, for making you uncomfortable." His voice is gentle and soothing, and you tilt your head to face him, since he was a bit taller.

"It's not your fault, but thanks Sunwoo. And don't worry, parties aren't really my thing, I just came cause my friends were begging me to join them," you chuckle softly, to which Sunwoo gives you a lopsided grin.

"I feel you on that. I'm here to look after my idiot friends."

You share a good laugh, and spend the rest of the evening getting to know each other, but conversation comes easy, like you've known each other for years.

You and Sunwoo's paths seem to cross often, apparently because his faculty was right next to yours, and soon your friend groups merge and become one massive group, and you've even forgiven Eric. Days turned into months, casual meetups turned into lunch and movie dates, and soon you and Sunwoo are constantly switching back and forth staying over at each other's apartments.

Ever since you two started dating and you've gotten used to wearing more comfortable clothes around him, you've noticed him staring at your chest every now and then, but at least he had the decency to look apologetic and embarrassed whenever you catch him. You started to tease him, and he would bashfully hide his face and whine cutely. To get back at you, he'd purposely keep his hands cold and hug you out of nowhere, just to hear you squeal, knowing you're ticklish. Sometimes he'd be even bolder, trailing his hands up your sides and cupping your breasts under your shirt, especially when you walk around the house with no bra on. He'd do it when you're cuddling on the couch watching a movie, or worse, when you're trying to study. You didn't mind it usually, since you appreciated the support from his hands since the weight of your breasts takes a toll on your back, and you weren't fond of wearing a bra 24/7. Except the little shit likes to tease, jiggling them around and squeezing them when he's being extra playful, even grazing your nipples with his fingertips; chuckling lowly in your ear when you gasp or squirm in pleasure.

One night in bed, you confront him jokingly. Your period was on its way soon, and your breasts were feeling extra tender and swollen, something you had complained about, so your dear boyfriend very happily obliged, massaging them gently to ease your discomfort. After a while he gets bored, and starts prodding them, round eyes watching intently as they bounce. You can't help but laugh at how adorably fascinated he looks, so you ask him why he's so enamored by your boobs.

"They're just.. fun to play with, yknow? Bouncy and squishy. Can't help myself okay, you're just so perfect," Sunwoo grumbles, blushing again since he got caught.

"Yeah? What if I lose weight and they get smaller? Will you still like me then?" you ask, feeling rather self-conscious, irrational worries that he only likes you for your assets filling your mind. You try to ignore them, knowing your relationship with Sunwoo was much more than superficial, but trauma and bad memories keep causing you to doubt yourself.

"Of course I would!" Sunwoo gasps, reaching up to hold your face urgently but with such a tender gaze in his eyes. "It's still you, and you'll always be perfect, and I love you no matter what."

Tears welled up in your eyes when he said those words. Few people had treated you with such genuine kindness and you were so grateful to have him as your partner. You squished his cheeks together and pressed a kiss to his lips, surprising him. "I love you too, Sunwoo," you whispered, a small smile on your teary face. A cheeky grin slowly replaces the shock on his face. "Shall I show you just how much I love you?" he drawls, crawling on top of you, making you lay down on the bed. Sunwoo positions you to nestle comfortably against the pillows, helping you take your shirt off afterwards.

Your cheeks start to heat up at Sunwoo's intense gaze raking over your body, and your arms habitually come up to shield your breasts, but he's quick to catch them, gently pulling them away. "Don't be shy. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met, inside and out," he murmurs, making you blush even harder. He kisses you deeply, before trailing his lips down, pressing light kisses down your neck and across your chest, gently nipping at the skin just above your right nipple. He resumes massaging your breasts, admiring the way your face scrunches up cutely in pleasure, his warm hands on your skin making you sigh happily. He leans down again, tracing a circle around your areola, making you shiver. He teases you a little more, flicking your hardened nub with his tongue before finally latching on and suckling on it, rubbing it periodically with his tongue. His hands are still massaging your breasts, twisting and tugging on your other nipple.

He pulls off with a satisfied 'pop' when you whine, pleased with how raw and puffy your nipple has become, glistening with an abundance of his spit. He dives back down to subject your other nipple to the same treatment, but this time, his free hand creeps down your tummy and between your thighs. You moan when he grazes your clit with his fingertips, and you can feel his plush lips smirk into your skin, obviously proud of himself. You willingly part your legs, and he dips his middle finger straight into your folds, your juices coating his finger instantly. He raises his head to look at you, eyebrows raised cheekily. "So wet already, babe? Always knew your nipples were so sensitive," he chuckles, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you. You shut your eyes, the stimulation of his mouth on your chest and his hand on your pussy clouding your mind. He inserts another finger and pumps you faster while he drags his teeth against your puffy nipple, making you shiver and moan even louder.

He starts leaving hickeys and bites all over your decolletage, looking forward to seeing those pretty marks bloom purple tomorrow morning. Finally, he eases up on his ministrations on your chest, and focused on fucking you hard and fast with his fingers, slamming three digits into your core, gleefully watching the way your breasts jiggle from the impact. He glances up at your face, finding your head tossed back, soft mewls and moans falling from raw, bitten lips. You're clutching the bedsheets in a death grip as Sunwoo starts sucking on your clit as he fingers you. He sucks hard, nudging it with his tongue every so often as he slows down his thrusts, opting to scissor you open and drag his fingertips along your walls, rubbing hard against your g-spot when he finds it, indicated by your shrill yelp. "B-babe, gonna c-cum," you gasp, still writhing in pleasure. "Go on, love, cum for me," he mumbles against your core, and soon you're clenching on his fingers, coating them with your cum, and he continues to fuck you through your climax.

Gasping for air, you wince as he pulls his fingers out, pussy clenching on nothing as you watch him idly put them in his mouth, sucking them clean. He smiles lazily at you, telling you how sweet you taste and even gives you a kiss, making you taste yourself. Your cheeks turn crimson again, and you decide you want to return the favor, having felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh when he leaned down to kiss you. You eye the tent in his jeans, and start unbuckling his belt. He looks at you in alarm, grasping your hands to stop you. "Baby, you don't have to do that, this is about you," he smiles gently. You pout at him. "But I wanna help you too! I have an idea that I always wanted to try with you…" Sunwoo takes a moment to consider, making sure you were genuinely comfortable doing so, and his eyes glimmer with anticipation when he nods in agreement. You beam wordlessly at him, helping him out of his jeans and boxers. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight of his erect cock.

Sunwoo's dick always made you feel good, whether it was fucking your pussy or your throat, but you always wondered what it would feel like sliding between your bountiful breasts. You pull him up to straddle your chest, and his eyes widen when he realizes what you want him to do. "Really?" he gasps, dick twitching with excitement when you readily nod. He chokes on a moan when you swipe your finger up his cock, gathering his dripping precum to slather it between your breasts. He slowly slides his dick into the valley between your breasts as your hands push them together, making it even tighter around him, and he groans lowly. Sunwoo thrusts shallowly, loving the way the smooth skin of your breasts feels around his aching cock. He begins to take over, his larger, warmer hands replacing yours, squishing your tits together as he rocks his hips faster, becoming addicted to the the feeling. It wasn't much physical stimulation for you, but you felt yourself getting hot again watching his face contort in pleasure, his tightening grip on your tender, sensitive breasts rather arousing. You can't look away, mesmerized by how good he looks with his lower lip caught between his teeth, grunting softly as he uses your tits to get himself off.

"You look so hot like this Sunwoo," you murmur, your hand resting on his thigh as he continues to piston his hips. He barks out a breathless laugh, "Have you looked at yourself properly? You're fucking gorgeous, babe, don't you ever forget that. Although, I'm down to remind you all the time." he winks. You smirk at him, and your hands come up to squeeze his muscular ass, the same way he likes to squeeze your boobs. He's got a nice butt, you had to admit, toned and sculpted from years of various sports, and it was your weakness the same way your breasts were his. He moans louder when he feels you groping his ass, hips stuttering as he approaches his climax. He throws his head back as he fucks erratically, squishing your tits even tighter together and you keen at the rough treatment. You coax him in a soft whisper to cum all over your tits, and soon he does, painting your chest white as his hips slow down, and he's gasping for air. A little bit of his cum has spurted onto your lips, but you willingly lick it up and smile up at him, your hands still soothingly rubbing his cheeks as he comes down from his high.

You grab some wet tissues from your bedside drawers and clean up your chest as best as you could, wiping away all the cum before Sunwoo flops next to you, resting his head on your chest the way he usually loves to. You lay there in comfortable silence for a while more, stroking his hair and you feel him smile into your skin, his finger absentmindedly tracing the hickeys he's left across your breasts. Maybe going to that party all those months ago was the best decision you ever made (second only to moving here for college), and maybe you and Sunwoo finally get out of bed to shower, and maybe you go for a second round in the bathroom, filling the steamy air with echoes of wet skin slapping and soft proclamations of 'I love you's.

[ticklishfiend]

So Intriguing (My Hero Academia)

Lee!Bakugou & Ler!Todoroki

A/N : omg. hi LMAOOOO um yeah so i've been on hiatus for a WHILE just bc i've had literally zero motivation to write but i just got over having covid for the past two weeks so i got a sudden spark of motivation and decided to write a fic :D it's lee!bakugou, no one is surprised, he's my favorite and i just love seeing him get tickled sorry not sorry <//3 LMAOO anyways um im excited to hopefully be back!! ive missed u guys so much omg :( but ilyasm and i REALLY hope you guys enjoy this fic!! love u!! <33

Summary : Bakugou hurts his foot during provisional license training, and considering it was Todoroki's fault, Todoroki offers to help fix it. But when it turns out Bakugou might be a bit too sensitive for Todoroki's methods of healing, Todoroki can't help but feel interested in this little discovery.

Word Count : 3894

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!! MWAH <33

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Bakugou and Todoroki don’t really agree on many things. For instance, Todoroki preferred his food cold and mild, while Bakugou refused to eat anything that didn’t singe his taste buds from pure spice and heat. They couldn’t agree on what the best way to study was, and they definitely couldn’t agree on whether or not they were even friends in the first place (Todoroki was confident they were practically besties, but Bakugou denied this with a raging fury that Todoroki found very amusing). But after being paired together these past couple months for provisional license training, they were finally able to form their possible first agreement ever: provisional licnese training fucking sucks.

After a particularly grueling training day together, the pair walked back to the dorms in a grumbling silence, every once and a while an almost pained groan being heard from Bakugou. Todoroki didn’t think much of the noises at first, as he was quite the grumbly person, but after a particularly loud hiss that sounded really painful, he knew something was up with Bakugou, and he wasn’t just going to let his friend suffer in silence.

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“Is something wrong?” Todoroki broke the quiet as they started approaching the dorms. Bakuguo just huffed, refusing to look in Todoroki’s direction.

“I’m fine, idiot. Stop asking weird questions,” Bakugou shoved past Todoroki, quickening his pace towards the dorm doors. Todoroki just sped up as well, matching the boy’s pace much to Bakugou’s annoyance.

“Are you sure? You seem like you’re hurt,” Todoroki examined Bakugou up and down, his slouched posture making for a cringeworthy appearance, and he noticed a small limp coming from Bakugou’s left leg.

“I’m not fucking hurt, IcyHot! Leave me alone or I’ll-”

“Your foot. You have a limp in your left leg. Did you hurt your foot, Bakugou?” Bakugou stopped walking, already halfway down the hallway towards the elevators but couldn’t help being stopped in his tracks by Todoroki’s accurate observation. He seethed frozen in his spot, looking over at Todoroki who was now also standing, waiting for Bakugou’s response.

“That’s none of your fucking business, now is it!?” Bakugou barked through gritted teeth, shoving his hands in his pockets and charging towards the elevators, Todoroki following right behind him to no one’s surprise.

“You can’t be hurting tomorrow during training, Bakugou. They said it was going to be really gruelling. I could help you if you’d let me,” Todoroki offered, stepping into the elevator calmly while Bakugou practically punched the buttons beside the elevator door to shut it.

“And why the FUCK would I let you help me?!” Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest, the door dinging closed as he angrily threw himself back against the wall of the elevator to lean on it with a pout (obviously trying to relieve the tension off his aching foot).

“Well...I’m pretty sure it’s my fault your foot’s hurting right now,” Todoroki hummed in thought, Bakugou just widening his eyes and looking towards Todoroki in confusion.

“The hell do you mean?” He asked, glancing down at his foot and back up at Todoroki with a look of suspicion.

“Think about it. Remember when I made that blast of ice on the ground earlier today without thinking about the fact that you were running that way? You caught yourself before you could slip and fall, but it probably did something to your foot,” Todoroki said, the elevator dinging again as the doors opened. He looked up at Bakugou with a blank stare. “It’s my fault your foot got hurt. But I can help you fix it, since Recovery Girl is definitely in bed by now.”

Bakugou shuffled in place awkwardly for a moment, weighing out all his options in his head. He stepped forward to walk out of the elevator and groaned in pain as he applied weight to his left foot again. He sighed as he realized what he needed to do.

“God, fucking fine. But only because I’ve heard you give good massages with your half’n’half quirk bullshit AND because it’s your fuckin’ fault I’m hurt in the first place,” Bakugou grumbled, shoving past Todoroki with a pained grunt as he made his way towards his own dorm. Todoroki just smiled in victory, following behind Bakugou who was definitely his friend.

Bakugou trudged inside his dorm, kicking his shoes off immediately with a sigh of relief and throwing himself on his bed in defeat. Todoroki calmly walked in behind him, taking his shoes off with his hands while observing the room around him. He’d never seen Bakugou’s room before, and it was an interesting peek into Bakugou’s personal life that he never expected to find so intriguing.

He had an All Might poster up on his wall, which wasn’t all that surprising considering Midoriya said they both used to be super into All Might when they were younger. Todoroki noticed a half-sized bookshelf against the wall that seemed to be filled with books and...manga? He wasn’t aware Bakugou was interested in manga, and from the looks of it, it seemed to be of the pretty...romantic genre. Hm. He really didn’t know his friend like he thought he did.

“You comin’ over here or not, asshole? My foot’s fucking killing me,” Bakugou groaned, sitting up to massage his foot on his own while Todoroki made his way to the bed and sat down. Todoroki just observed where Bakugou applied the pressure onto himself, as that’s probably where most of the pain is.

“Take your sock off. My quirk works best if it’s skin to skin,” Todoroki moved himself to sit criss crossed on the bed facing Bakugou, which would give Bakugou a place to sit his foot once he took his sock off. But Bakugou just sat there a moment, holding his foot with an uncomfortable look on his face.

“Does the sock...have to come off?” Bakugou asked, his voice a little quieter than normal. Todoroki just raised an eyebrow at the question, tilting his head a little while Bakugou looked mildly embarrassed.

“You’d definitely prefer if it did. I promise it’ll feel good, I really am good at this,” Todoroki offered a hand to Bakugou, obviously asking to hand over his foot without the sock. Bakugou just huffed, ripping the sock off his foot and shoving his ankle into Todoroki’s hand with a grumble of complaint. “Good. So where does it hurt the most?”

“Probably...uh...like, at the ball of my foot. And kinda at the top before you get to my toes,” Bakugou pointed towards his foot from his spot leaning against his pillows, feeling a bit awkward at the fact his foot is literally in the hands of one of his classmates right now. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t trust Todoroki with this. He’s heard how good he is at giving massages from the other people in his class, and he can’t say he wasn’t a little curious to know how it felt firsthand.

He could feel Todoroki’s quirk start to activate, the right side of his ankle getting a little colder while the left started to feel warm. He couldn’t help the chillbumps that made their way up his calf at the feeling, and a small shiver sent down his spine that was unfortunately noticed by the dual-haired boy handling his foot.

“Feels weird, huh?” Todoroki asked with a small smirk, the thumb of his right hand beginning to ghost over Bakugou’s soul just barely enough to feel. It made Bakugou flinch, Todoroki’s eyebrows raising at the reaction. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah just fuckin’ get on with it damnit,” Bakugou spoke quickly, almost like he was out of breath, and was very clearly flustered. Todoroki was extremely intrigued by these reactions, but kept it to himself as he started applying pressure near the ball of Bakugou’s foot.

Bakugou sighed in relief at the feeling, all the tension that was in his leg just a moment ago from those featherlight sensations practically melted away into jelly right in Todoroki’s hold. Todoroki worked at the knot of tension in his foot, which actually seemed to be just a really bad cramp that wouldn’t go away, and watched Bakugou’s face intently as his eyes fluttered closed in contentment, sometimes a hiss of pain leaving his lips as Todoroki found a particularly tense area that needed work.

At some point, Todoroki felt like giving Bakugou a break from the pressure massage, and intended to just rub his hands over his foot to let the sensations of his quirk wash over him. That’s what Todoroki normally did, anyway, when he was massaging someone’s back or shoulders.

Todoroki eased the pressure on his foot, letting his fingertips ghost against the ball of his foot and close to the undersides of his toes. But Bakugou...started to tense again. His breath hitched, and his toes curled ever so slightly as Todoroki grazed his fingers against the skin. Huffs of air were leaving Bakugou’s nose in fits, and eventually he was making noises that Todoroki couldn’t place, squirming in his seat with his arms crossed very tightly over his chest. Todoroki looked up and saw that Bakugou’s face was tinted an adorable pink, and he seemed to be...smiling? No, no he wasn’t smiling. He looked like he was fighting back a smile with every fiber inside of him, but Todoroki couldn’t tell if he was winning that fight or not.

“Bakugou, are you alright?” Todoroki asked, pausing his fingers but not moving them from the spot they had stopped on. Bakugou opened his eyes, letting out a large huff of air from his lungs that Todoroki did not know he was holding in.

“Yeah, fine just…” Bakugou paused, squirming a bit in his seat. He looked like he was trying to get angry, but just couldn’t with how relaxed Todoroki had made him just moments ago. He finally sighed, leaning his head back and staring at the ceiling so he wouldn’t have to look Todoroki in the eyes at his next words. “The thing you’re doing. It feels good, cause of your quirk and shit. But...it's just...it really…” Bakugou groaned, throwing his hands over his face in defeat and embarrassment. His next words were muffled, but they were clear as day in Todoroki’s ears. “It tickles really bad.”

Todoroki’s eyebrows raised, a very small grin appearing on his face without even meaning for it to. “Oh...I had no idea you were ticklish.”

“Yeah, and I wasn’t exactly planning on telling you but here we are,” Bakugou huffed, crossing his arms again and looking up at Todoroki expectantly. After a moment where neither of the boys did anything, Bakugou just rolled his eyes and nudged Todoroki’s hand with his foot. “You gonna keep going or what, IcyHot? This cramp isn’t gonna relieve itself.”

“You don’t want me to stop? I figured you might be too ticklish for it,” Todoroki smirked, playfully wiggling his nails over Bakugou’s sole and releasing a yelp from the blonde who jerked under him. It only lasted a second, but he could see a very faint smile on the corners of Bakugou’s mouth, and it was very interesting to observe.

“Shit! Don’t fuckin’ do that!” Bakugou barked, but he didn’t pull his foot away. Todoroki just started tracing his fingers lightly over Bakugou’s sole again like he had been before, and this time Bakugou wasn’t holding back his reactions as much as he had been.

He was squirmy and sounded like he was out of breath with how much he was huffing, and Todoroki could tell he was trying not to curl up his toes or jerk away out of embarrassment.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be able to stay still? This seems like it really tickles,” Todoroki traced his fingers upwards towards Bakugou’s toes, and that’s when he heard it. The first ever real giggle he’s ever heard come out of Bakugou’s mouth. It was small and faint, and if he wasn’t paying attention he could’ve missed it, but it was there and it was glorious. Todoroki knew he was hooked in now, no going back. He was definitely going to tickle him on purpose now.

“I’m f-fine, shithead! Just- wahait! Stop thahat! Quit it!” Bakugou giggled as Todoroki switched to using his nails instead of his fingertips, grabbing his ankle and tightening the grip so Bakugou couldn’t get away. He just barely scratched his nails along Bakugou’s sole, but it was enough to get the blonde to start really laughing, hiding his face with one hand while unsuccessfully swatting at Todoroki with the other. “Nohoho! Don’t fuhucking tickle mehehe!”

“But it’s so much fun to. And you also seem to be having fun, I mean you are laughing,” Todoroki spoke so monotone and it was ruining Bakugou. Those nails just kept wiggling and scratching so lightly against his foot, how the hell could something so light tickle so fucking badly!?

“Shihit! That’s not fahahair! I cahahan’t hehehelp it!” Bakugou writhed on the bed, the hand he was using to swat at Todoroki now being used to clutch at his bouncing tummy, almost trying to hold in all the giggles escaping from there.

Todoroki smiled at his predicament, never relenting on his poor foot for a second. “Y’know, I’m barely touching you. Are you really this sensitive?”

At that, Bakugou turned bright red. He was so embarrassed, but he still didn’t pull himself away. He just laughed and laughed, squirming and the bed and tugging on his foot with barely any force behind it. It was endearing to observe, Todoroki would have to admit.

Todoroki then used his nails to scribble up into his toes, and Bakugou let out a shriek. He arched his back up off the bed and covered his giggling, blushing face with his hands, his precious giggles now muffled behind his palms.

“Nohoho! Not thehere! C’mohohon- shiHIHIT! NAHAHA! STAHAHA- FUHUHUCK!” Bakugou cackled, his other foot now uselessly kicking at Todoroki’s lap as the dual-haired boy tickled relentlessly at the bases of Bakugou’s toes. He was barely even scratching, really, but Bakugou was a screechy mess, tossing and turning while giggling hysterically.

“You really can’t take much, can you? Look, my fingers are barely moving! You’ve probably woken up the whole hall by now with your screaming, how are you gonna explain yourself?” Todoroki couldn’t help but tease, the blush on Bakugou’s ears was too enticing to not try and make more pink. He was so infatuated by his reactions. He’d only ever seen Bakugou laugh maybe a couple of times, but this was just entirely different. He was so embarrassed but was clearly enjoying himself, and it was so endearing to witness. Todoroki could not help his interest.

“FUHUHCK PLEHEHEASE!” Bakugou pleaded, one hand covering his mouth while the other clutched at his quivering side. Todoroki decided to offer him a break from his toes, but didn’t want to end his torment just yet. To even call it torment had to be falsehood, as he hadn’t even broken away from Todoroki’s hold yet despite being physically stronger than him.

Todoroki moved his fingers away from his toes, instead prompting to scribble his nails lightly at his calloused heel. It kept him giggling, but he was very obviously thankful for the chance to breathe again.

“Have you always liked being tickled?” Todoroki asked bluntly, making Bakugou’s face drop and eyes widen significantly. Todoroki always did have a knack for being extremely straightforward, not exactly caring for social boundaries in the same way the rest of his friends did. It could come in handy sometimes, like now for instance in making Bakugou somehow even more embarrassed than he was when cackling hysterically at having his toes tickled.

“Fucking WHAT?! fuHUHUCK WAHAHAIT!” Bakugou cackled again when Todoroki stuck his fingers right back under Bakugou’s toes. He obviously wasn’t very happy with Bakugou’s answer.

“You know what I mean. You haven’t pulled away or fought me off at all, and don’t say it’s because my quirk feels good, because I deactivated my quirk a while ago,” Todoroki spoke calmly, as if he wasn’t scratching at Bakugou’s toes and making him scream for mercy underneath him.

“OKAHAHAY! OKAHAY FUHUCK PLEHEHEASE! I’LL TAHAHALK! NO MOHOHORE!” Bakugou barked through his laughs, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he batted at Todoroki’s hands. Todoroki just smiled victoriously, sitting Bakugou’s foot back down in his lap and resting his hands on his own thighs.

He gave Bakugou a second to catch his breath, letting him lay back and stare at the ceiling as he tried to will away that stupid fucking blush that stained his cheeks. When he realized that damned heat on his cheeks wasn’t going away until he talked, he decided he should probably get to talking.

“My parents tickled me a lot as a kid. We played stupid kiddy games with it and shit. I really liked it back then, and I even got into tickle fights with Deku all the time because of it,” he said, linking his fingers over his chest as he talked.

“Midoriya’s ticklish as well?” Todoroki asked, curious at his new discovery. Bakugou’s face lit up, taking his foot off Todoroki’s lap as he quickly sat up and looked at Todoroki with a huge menacing grin.

“You’re damn right he is. Even worse than me. I could always get him saying uncle in less than a minute, it was fucking great,” Bakugou smiled wickedly, before slowly losing the smile as his thoughts started to overtake him again. “But, uh...y’know, we got older so that shit obviously stopped. I didn’t even realize I missed it until Kirishima tickled me a while back at my house. It felt very…” Bakugou paused, looking up at Todoroki with a small, almost sad scowl on his face. “...nostalgic. It felt nostalgic.”

Todoroki nodded, thinking back on his childhood. He tried to remember if there was any point where he was shown tickly affection in the same way Bakugou had been. He knows his mother would give him belly tickles every once and a while, but he was never allowed to play with his siblings, so tickle fights were something he was very new to the concept of. It makes sense that Bakugou would find tickling endearing like he does, as it’s something that was a big part of his childhood.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, y’know. I’m sure many would find it rather...endearing, to see how much you enjoy such playful affection,” Todoroki smiled softly, getting only an eye roll from Bakugou in return.

“Tch, whatever…” Bakugou just pouted, his cheeks pink and ears even pinker. Todoroki wasn’t sure if Bakugou got his message, so he decided to be a little more clear.

“I’m one of the people that finds it endearing, Bakugou. I like that you like being tickled-”

“I FUCKING GOT IT, ICYHOT! OH MY GOD!” Bakugou covered his face with his hands, throwing himself back down on his pillows. A moment of silence passed, but when he felt fingers wrap around his ankle and slowly pull his foot up into a warm lap, he didn’t pull away. In fact, he didn’t move it all. He just let Todoroki do whatever he wanted.

“Your toes seem to be a really big hot spot for you. Is there anywhere else here that tickles just as bad?” Todoroki asked, using one hand to pull back Bakugou’s toes and stretch them out, making the blonde’s breath hitch.

“F-fuck, I’m not telling you that shit,” Bakugou’s voice wobbled, finding it very hard not to clench his foot up and protect his sensitive skin from the attack he knew would be coming.

“Hm, what a shame. Guess I’ll just have to find out for myself, huh?” Todoroki grinned before wiggling his nails into the stretched out skin of Bakugou’s toes. Bakugou went ballistic, screaming and cackling and cursing all while loving every second of his playful agony. He opted for grabbing one of his pillows and clutching onto it tightly, both to muffle his screams and just to have something to hold onto while being tickled close to death.

“Always so loud, Bakugou, in everything you do,” Todoroki chuckled, pushing his knuckles in between Bakugou’s toes to spread them out completely. There was a beat of no tickling, and Bakugou just sat there giggling residually into his pillow, his entire body quivering with anticipation. “Hmm...I can’t help but wonder which toe tickles you the worst. Shall we find out?”

“Nohoho!” Bakugou giggled into his pillow, playfully kicking Todoroki with his other foot. Todoroki raised an eyebrow, his jaw slacking in playful offense.

“Oh you are so in for it now,” he snided, before using just one finger to tickle in the spot right between Bakugou’s two last toes. Bakugou practically wailed into his pillow, throwing himself back and forth and screaming haphazardly.

“PLEHEHEASE! NAHAHA FUHUHUCK OH GAHAHAD! IT TIHIHICKLES! TODOROHOHOKI! FUCK YOHOHOUAHAHA! YOU DIHIHICK! YOU AHAHASS!” Bakugou cursed, tugging at his ticklish foot and kicking with the other. Todoroki just chuckled in glee at the sight, he never thought he’d ever see such a happy Bakugou in his life.

“Does it? Does it tickle? Does it really tickle?” Todoroki teased, while Bakugou just whined through his incessant cackling.

“YEHEHES YOU BASTAHAHARD! IT TICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAD!” Bakugou screeched into his pillow as Todoroki traced circles into that torturous little spot, not even able to scrunch up his toes thanks to Todoroki’s knuckles being so conveniently placed between them.

“Poor thing. Better hope no villains find out about this little spot then, huh? You’d spill any information they asked for, wouldn’t you?” Todoroki teased, before giving Bakugou a small “break,” meaning he took his knuckles out of his toes and went back to scribbling his nails along the sole of his sensitive foot. It kept Bakugou in a heap of giggles, but not as hysterical as they were before.

“Nahaha! I wohohould nehever!” Bakugou argued through his giggles, finally taking his face out of his pillow to give Todoroki the smiliest scowl he had ever seen. Todoroki just grinned.

“Oh really? Not even if they get you hereeee,” Todoroki grinned as he slowly walked his fingers up Bakugou’s foot and back up towards his pinky toe again. Bakugou finally gave in with a screech, curling up his foot and cackling into his pillow before Todoroki could even get into the dreaded spot.

“NOHOHO DOHOHON’T! FUHUCK PLEHEASE NOHOHOT THERE AGAHAIN!” Bakugou pleaded into his pillow through cackles, and Todoroki finally relented on Bakugou’s foot with a chuckle. He gave Bakugou’s foot back to his rightful owner, the blonde curling up into a puddle of giggles still hugging his pillow.

Todoroki stood up from Bakugou’s bed and ruffled his hair. “Goodnight, Bakugou. I really hope your foot feels better.” Todoroki smiled as he grabbed his things and walked out the door and into the halls, leaving a giggly Bakugou behind him.

Before that night, Bakugou and Todoroki couldn’t agree that they were friends. It had been an argument among the two of them that quite amused Todoroki, and frankly annoyed Bakugou. But...it was hard for Bakugou to argue against him after that. Maybe they were friends. And...maybe that wasn’t exactly a bad thing.

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A/N : aaa i hope u enjoyed!! i've got a couple other fics im hoping to release soon but i hope this one can hold u guys over until then :) again im so so sorry for my hiatus but i just really needed the break, this account started to feel like a lot for me but i am really excited to be back! and yes, i have seen all the sweet messages you guys have sent in my inbox during my hiatus and yall are just fucking precious ugh tysm for checking in on my so often wtf <33 anyways, hope u guys enjoyed and i cant wait to write more, much love!! <33

[zukump3]

first time showing your legs || hcs

anon asked: I like to wear giant robes (like Harry Potter giant robes situation) because i'm very sensitive to the cold, and today i didn't wore it and my best friend was like "wtf u got legs... And they fine" (i have thick thigs) so, how would Tamaki, Deku, Kirishima and Denki to a s/o who does the same??

warnings: fluff & suggestive content, reader has thick thighs here lol, fem!reader

a/n: i can relate to this cause i also have thick thighs n never show my legs lmao

izuku never questioned how you never showed your legs

you were always in jeans and sweats

and even with the skirt ua girls wore, you always wore tights underneath

he never noticed until mineta ew pointed it out one day

“i’ve yet to see y/n’s beautiful legs, i wonder why.” he would say, his tiny fingers stroking his chin. “we’ve got to see them!”

“maybe she’s got a lot of marks on them or something?” kaminari would suggest. “or! maybe they’re really hairy. like, so hairy you can’t see her skin!”

“or she just doesn’t show her legs, dipshits.” kacchan would spit out at them. “how about you think about how you’re passing the math quiz tomorrow and not some dumb girls legs, yeah?”

ever since that day, which was about two weeks ago now

he’s been more curious than ever to see your legs

he was an over thinker, so his mind went to many possibilities of how your legs looked

maybe they were skinny and slim? maybe your knees had faces in them? maybe they really were as hairy as kaminari said...

but nothing could prepare him for the chill saturday class 1-A was having in the common area

and suddenly seeing you come out of the elevator in some black shorts, your legs exposed

and... wow.

his eyes instantly shot to your thighs

were they always that full? and... jiggly?

he can’t even look away when you sit next to him, thighs pressed right next to his

“h-hi, y/n!” he would tell you in a constricted tone, his cheeks flushed

“are you okay?” you would giggle at him and he would just nod, holding up an “ok” sign with his fingers

“perfectly fine.”

denki would probably be one that would always press to see your legs

“oh cmon, y/n! jeans again today?”

“ahhh, you’re really wearing ripped jeans? quit teasing me babe!~”

he knows you’re a bit more sensitive to cold weather than everyone else in the class and your entire body is covered whenever it’s cold

but he still just wanted to see

even when you guys studied together your legs were covered

he would literally walk around in his underwear to hopefully shed a piece of clothing from you

but you never budged.

like the kind of boy he is, he would eventually forget all about it

and get used to the sight of your legs being covered like everyone else in class 1-A

on sunday, the day right before your math test

it was particularly hot in the dorm

denki expected nothing different from you

but when you came to his dorm in nothing but one of his shirts and matching yellow shorts...

he’s never moved across the room and grabbed you that fast.

“denki?! what the fuck-“

“holy shit, you’ve been hiding that?!” he would shout at you, which would obviously fluster you

he would be playing with your thighs for the entirety of the study session

another one that wouldn’t notice at first

when the weather was cold, he expected you to be all dressed up

he would compliment you whenever you wore pants, even if u wore the most basic of sweats

“loving the grey today y/n! wait, i might have a pair that looks just like that!! wanna match?”

yes. he’s definitely gifted you crimson riot sweatpants that he bought for the both of you because he just loves you sm

when the weather starts getting warmer though and your clothing choice doesn’t change, he’d be a little worried

“y/n... do you really wanna be wearing black jeans today? the sun is out,, and beaming!”

the fact that your boyfriend cared so much and worried so much about you really warmed your heart

you appreciated his concerns too

“aww, don’t worry about me kiri. i’m fine!”

from then on he concluded that you must’ve been insecure about your legs

all the girls would be wearing shorts in the warm weather, even jiro

and you’d be the only one in pants

even if you wore baggy jeans with rips in the thighs, he still really worried for you

it wasn’t until he cornered you in your room did he actually ask

“y/n...” he would frown.

“do you feel bad about the way your legs look?”

“...huh?”

“it’s just... you never show them. and it’s getting pretty hot in japan. i don’t think it’s healthy to walk around in pants all the time...” he would say sheepishly, then widen his eyes. “it’s your choice though! i’m just—saying. not trying to police what you wear or anything! that’s definitely not manly.”

and you couldn’t help but just laugh at how endearing he was 😭

“i’m just comfortable with pants, kiri. if you wanna see my legs so bad, you could’ve asked.”

his mouth probably dropped open when you slid your sweatpants down and showed your legs

his eyes instantly shot to those thighs

and he decided that would be his favorite part of you from now on

he napped between your thighs after that <3

our quiet little baby

would always notice that you wore pants and covered your legs on a day to day basis

would he say anything about it though?

no. no he would not.

1). he didn’t feel like it was place to point it out and 2). you wore what you wanted to. who was he to question it?

but he couldn’t help the curiosity that always lingered in the back of his brain whenever you wore tights to school under your skirt

the more time he went on, the more he wanted to see what was underneath all those pants you wore.

it was a subconscious want though, so he would show it in hidden ways

resting a hand on your knee when you two would sit together

playing with the rips in your jeans whenever you wore them

or scanning your body from head to toe when you walked towards him—his eyes focusing extra long on your legs

stuff that he didn’t notice he was doing but you definitely noticed

tamaki was fun to tease, so of course

that’s exactly what you did.

you invited him over to a study session one day and he accepted

when you opened the door to your dorm, he nearly fainted

you weren’t wearing any pants.

none. at all.

he couldn’t even concentrate on what you were saying as you led him into the room

drinking up the sight of your backside, and your plush thighs...

but then you both sat in the bed and you

you covered them.

with a blanket.

he wanted to scream

the entire session he was fidgety, barely paying attention to what you wear saying

he asked you to repeat something about fifteen times

you were having entirely too much fun

but when it got the point where he could barely function you just huffed, sliding your body into his lap

“if you wanted to see my legs so bad, all you could’ve done was asked, tama.”

commence a heated make out session with his hands cupping your thighs the entire time xp

[yunoysl]

Punch | jjh

Summary: When you asked Jaehyun to teach you how to give a blowjob, you didn’t expect for it to turn into friends with benefits.

Pairing: underground fighter + badboy!jaehyun x fem!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: blowjob, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, breeding, fingering, lots of smut, slight praising

Hope you like it! feedback is greatly appreciated!

You’re normally not one for parties, but you’re actually really glad that your best friend Mark dragged you to it. You’ve been having a really good time. You were expecting to be miserable throughout the whole thing, so you’re glad that it’s the opposite.

“What did I tell you?”

“Okay, so it’s not as bad as I thought it would be”

“Hey peoples” Jaehyun, who you and Mark have known for two years now, showed up with a drink in his hand, which he gave to you.

“Hey Jae” Mark asked him before leaving you two alone. “I’m gonna go find Haechan, make sure he’s not passed out somewhere on the floor”

You and Jaehyun were both left alone, catching up with each other before you decided to ask him the burning question you’ve been wanting to ask him for a while now.

“Can you teach me how to give a blowjob”

“Come again?”

You sighed, “you heard me the first time”

“Uhh... where did this come from?”

“Well being here, I realized that I don’t know anything about that kind of stuff”

“Umm.... okay. Let’s go somewhere private when we can do this” you followed him to an empty bedroom before shutting the door behind you.

“First thing you have to do is get on your knees”

“Yeah I figured that was the first step” you got on your knees, the floor being very uncomfortable.

“Take me in your mouth, yeah like that, lick me from the base to the tip” you did as he said, still slightly confused on what to do but starting to get the hang of it. His tip was already dripping with precum, the clear coating evident on the pink tip. You decided to be smugly bold and lick it off, which was clearly the right move since his body jumped in shock.

“Look at you, getting the hang of it. Take me in your mouth again” you were eager to have him in your mouth, almost gagging as you tried to take all of him in. “Calm down, I’m not going anywhere. Go slow. Bob your head up and down” you tried again to take as much of him as you could, this time being more successful. His hand tangled in your hair as you started gagging around him. His hips jolted as your tongue swirled around him.

He moaned out as he slightly pulled on your hair, “Aren’t you a quick learner, you’re doing great, so fucking great.” His head was thrown back as your mouth worked wonders, learning quickly how to suck him well. His cock twitched, telling you that he was close.

“You don’t have to swallow if you don’t want to” you gave one more suck before he came in your mouth. His cock twitched as the thick liquid filled your mouth. The taste wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but you didn’t mind it.

When you came back up you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, Jaehyun panting and out of breath.

“You did really well” you stood up from your knees, slightly in pain from the cold hard floor.

“Thanks, I had a good teacher” you didn’t fail to see his ears get red from the compliment. You both left and decided to head back to the party, deciding not to talk about what just happened when you were both bombarded with questions on where you were and why you were gone for a while.

You didn’t expect this one favor to lead to something bigger.

“I’m assuming you’re Jaehyun’s little friend”

That’s all you’ve been asked since you arrived. At first it warmed your heart that Jaehyun had talked about you, but now you’re just curious over how much he exactly talked about you in order for so many people to ask you that.

You’ve never been to one of Jaehyun’s matches, only ever heard about how it goes and what it’s like.

You were finally able to spot Jaehyun, he was shirtless only wear shorts. You can’t lie that what he was wearing did things to you.

“You’re here” the way his dimples popped out when he smiled melted your heart. “I didn’t think you would come”

“I can’t miss out on seeing the one and only Jaehyun at one of his matches”

“Thanks, means a lot coming from you” you don’t get to respond as he’s being called for his turn.

You don’t know anything about fighting, but it’s very obvious that he’s amazing at what he does. Jaehyun obviously won. It didn’t take long for him to knock out the other guy. Jaehyun offering to take you to a local diner to celebrate. You didn’t deny his request, you really like Jaehyuns company, he always knows exactly what to say to make you laugh.

Jaehyun decided to come over while you were in the middle of studying. You allowed him to stay as long as he didn’t disturb you while you were busy. He was doing really good at first, but after a hour he got bored and decided to start playing with you.

“Jaehyun, please...”

“Please what?”

“Either stop teasing me or just fuck me already”

“Eager little one, aren’t you?” He rubbed your clit over your sweats. “No more studying, you’re gonna focus on me now”

He pushed two fingers into you, knuckles deep as your head leaned back in your desk chair. His long and slender fingers reaching places into you that had you moaning out into the quiet room.

“Oh my god” he speeds his fingers up, curling them towards your sweet spot.

“I’m the only one who can make you feel this way” he rubs your clit with his thumb, his fingers reaching heavenly places inside you. You clenched around him, it being obvious to Jaehyun that you were close.

“Are you coming? Come on my fingers” that was all that you needed to finish on his fingers. He yanked his fingers from your heat once you were done, leaving you empty and kinda wanting more. But you’ll never tell him that.

“Now will you let me do my work?”

“Hmm.... fine. Do your work like the good girl you are, I have to go pick up lunch for Jaemin and I anyways” he brings your mouth to his to leave a kiss before collecting his stuff to leave.

“Can I eat you out?”

You didn’t expect that to be the first thing Jaehyun greeted you with when you arrived at his match.

“Hello to you too, my day was great thanks for asking” he rolled his eyes playfully before driving his attention back to you.

“Answer my question, can I eat your pussy?”

You looked around terrified as there were people going in and out around you. “Jaehyun, can you lower your voice”

“Please, baby? I’ll be quick I promise” he grabbed your hand to rub circles on it, and you can’t lie that that gesture made your heart quicken.

“Oka-“ you weren’t even able able to finish before he was dragging you to the bathroom. He quickly locked the door before placing you on the sink. He quickly removed your jeans and underwear before diving his mouth into you, eager to have a taste of you before his match.

“You’re already wet” Jaehyun cooed. His tongue was quick to lick your folds, making you moan loud at the pleasure. He was licking and sucking your dripping center, your vision starting to get blurry. His skilled tongue swirling and lapped at your juices. He ate you out like a starved man as his mouth sucked on your clit, his tongue running along your sensitive folds.

“J-Jaehyun.... please” he abused your clit while he dragged his tongue up your lips and delivered fast licks, your legs threatening to close around his head from the pleasure.

“You’re so sweet, like a dessert” he mumbled into your core while still licking your folds and clit. He made long firm licks all over your clit, making your legs be on the verge of shaking. Your sweet juices collected on his tongue, making him moan out as he didn’t leave out a single drop.

Your finally came undone, his tounge pressing a firm lick over your dripping folds and clit. His mouth and chin was glistening in your essence when he finally pulled away after cleaning you up.

“That should be able to put me through this match”

You smacked his shoulder, “I hate you” you’re kind of embarrassed that you let Jaehyun drag you to the bathroom to eat your pussy solely because he was craving the taste before his match.

You’re at another party, this time you came willingly without Mark having to beg for you to come.

“Oh wow you actually came. Round of applause everyone.” Mark said as soon as you stepped into the kitchen where he was filling up his red solo cup.

“Shut up Mark”

“Oh she actually came” Jaemin asks as soon as he steps in the kitchen, in complete shock to see you there.

“I know right. And I didn’t have to beg this time”

“I don’t see why you always want me to come to these things, you have Jaemin to keep your company”

“Yeah, for like the first 10 minutes, then he leaves to shove his throat down a girls throat”

“It’s not my fault I’m attractive, I mean look at me.”

“You’re both annoying” You don’t get to hear their responses as Jaehyun shows up out of nowhere only to drag you away, pulling you up the stairs to an empty bedroom.

“Hello to you too”

“I’ve been needing you” he looks into your eyes, trying to see if you’re uncomfortable and don’t want to do this. When he finds nothing he’s quick to undress himself before working on you.

You’re glad you decided to wear a shirt skirt instead of pants like you originally planned.

He moves himself on the bed before pulling you on top of him, attaching his mouth to yours before rubbing his tip up and down entrance. “Such a pretty cunt”

He slowly eased you down on his cock. You moaned at the feeling of him filling you up. Once you’re adjusted, he doesn’t waste time pounding into you, his hips rutting against you. A loud cry that mimicked something of his name fell from your lips, making Jaehyun grab your hips to control you. Throwing your head back, Jaehyun’s cock found your soft spot. His hips snapped against yours as his pace quickened, pounding into you at an unbelievable pace. You felt so full, his cock hitting all the right places. Jaehyun can’t get enough of your moans, they’re music to his ears as he drags his cock against your walls.

“Can you come for me?” You both finally finish at the same time, his cum filling you up to the brim. His cum leaks out when he pulls out, the sight making him moan out. You both clean up before heading back down, deciding to go to his place to finish what you were doing without anyone else around.

You’ve had this friends with benefits thing with Jaehyun for a little over two months now, and at first it was going really well for you, but after a while the more Jaehyun stayed over after you were both done, the more he told you sweet words while he was inside you, the more you wanted to be something more to him.

“I’m in too deep, Mark” you’re currently on FaceTime with Mark, ranting to him about how you’ve caught feelings.

“I told you friends with benefits doesn’t work out” you sigh loudly, frustrated on why you decided to agree to this in the first place. “I’m sorry I can’t help you out”

“It’s okay, I’ll figure this out myself”

“Okay, I’m here to help if you need it”

“I know, bye Mark” you quickly hang up, torn on how to feel. The only reason you agreed to this is because you didn’t expect to catch any feelings. But every time Jaehyun was sweet to you, showering you with love and affection, it made you fall even more. You want to be more, but you also don’t want to ruin everything you’ve both had for two years. All that, just down the drain because you caught feelings.

You don’t really blame yourself for falling for Jaehyun, anyone would be lucky to be with him. He sings amazing, the amount of times you’ve praised his singing voice whenever you’re both in the car. He has the sweetest smile, the cutest flushed cheeks with precious dimples.

You don’t know what to do, and you’re not sure how to confront him about this.

[suna-reversed]

Mafia AU! Suna x reader ft Miya twins

2k+ word fic

(warnings/tags- fingering, slight degredation, exhibitionism, hair pulling, oral [male receiving], male masturbation, mentions of breeding, mentions of violence, slight yandere themes)

You felt the cool brush of air against your dripping heat as your underwear was pushed to the side, your wetness immediately coming in contact with the growing bulge on the lap that you sat on.

Suna spread his knees further, hands gripping your thighs so that you were on full display to the lust filled hungry eyes of the Miyas. One of his hands came up to play with your exposed breasts that he had hastily pulled out of your dress, not even bothering to unclasp your bra as he opted to simply tear it off.

You leaned back farther against his chest with a sigh as he twisted one of your nipples, a small gasp escaping your lips at his cold touch.

“C’mon pretty girl, don’t keep those sweet moans hidden from us.”

Said an accented voice, followed by the sound of a zipper opening. You knew Atsumu would be the first one to break. Suna had precisely told you so. But you weren’t done with the task at hand just yet.

Suna’s hand on your thigh grazed dangerously close to your heat,

“Speak up doll, tell Atsumu-kun who makes you moan this good.”

Turning your head towards him with a doe-like look in your eyes, you grinded your hips down onto Suna’s hardening member as you replied,

“You daddy- daddy makes me feel so good- ah fuck!” You were cut off by the moan that escaped past your lips as you felt fingers come directly down onto your sensitive little clit, rubbing circles as the hand on your breast continued to toy with your nipples.

Atsumu had fully pulled out his cock from his briefs by now, the tip a shade darker than his skin, oozing with pre-cum as he slowly started to stroke himself.

“Her pretty little cunt is so tight- even after I’ve fucked it hard and deep almost every single night.” Suna growled, two of his fingers slowly entering you causing lewd squelching sounds as he began to pump them. 

Your moans synched up with Atsumu’s heavy grunts and breaths, a profanity leaving his lips every now and then as he started to stroke himself faster. You felt the hand on your breast come up to grip your jaw, turning your head towards Atsumu whose eyes were locked onto you as his strokes became slower. Suna brought his fingers to your lips and you instinctively took them in your mouth, sucking on them, your moans being muffled as the fingers stuffed up your cunt moved faster. Your hips bucked up in response as you felt the familiar coil tighten in your stomach, 

“Daddy please-fuck- so close...please let me cum!”

“Go ahead doll, cum all around my fingers”

That was all that was needed for you to crumble around the slender fingers inside you, back arching as you felt your own wetness drip down your thighs.

Your release seemed to be the blonde twin’s undoing as he too came with a loud “fuck!”, spurts of his load dripping down the leather material of the sofa he sat on.

You slumped back in Suna’s lap, eyes closing as you steadied your breathing, Suna’s hands coming up to tuck in your breasts back into the dress.

“I sure do hope the show isn’t over yet, is it?”

A shiver went down your spine at the husky foreign voice. You had almost forgotten that he was still there. Timidly opening your eyes, you saw him look at you with a smirk plastered on his face as he swirled around the whiskey in his glass.

“Always the late boomer aren’t you” the other twin said jokingly. You expected the silver haired man to perhaps reply with a snarky comeback. Instead, he sent down a blood chilling glare towards his brother that had even you quivering.

You felt Suna’s thumb rub circles into your thigh, deftly pulling away to tap thrice on your skin. A sign to ask if you were okay. You replied back by tapping his wrist twice. Sighing, you felt Suna sliding you down onto the couch next to him.

“Of course not, how can we finish off without our guest having had...fun” Suna replied smoothly.

Osamu smirked once more, eyes still plastered onto you as he lowly said,

“Well, I’m afraid I’m not as easy to persuade as my brother. I would much rather prefer a...personalised performance.”

A scoff could be heard in the back from Atsumu as you saw Suna’s fox-like eyes narrow, his own lips curling up into a smile and you swore you could’ve pictured him internally smashing the quick-tongued man’s head against the glass table in front of you repeatedly. You slid your hand across his thigh, squeezing twice.

Osamu didn’t miss the gesture.

“Not one to share are you? Afraid your pretty little thing might leave yer balls hanging once she finds better?”

He had said it so nonchalantly. Like a childhood friend passing on an inside joke to his mate. Fucking hell- this man truly had no concern for his own life, you thought to yourself.

You felt the tension in the room as Suna stood up. He wasn’t going to ruin this after what you had just got through, was he? No, you still had to buy more time. You felt him leisurely pick up a glass of drink from the bar counter as he came to stand behind you on the sofa.

“Why would I? You, her and I all know whose cock she’d be screaming on the loudest at the end of the night.” He said, a hand coming down to rest on your shoulder before he continued, 

“However...in this case- well, she gets to decide whether she wants some pathetic other cock or not. She does have a thing for always getting new toys-” he paused, ruffling your hair as he mustered up the cheekiest smile possible, “...I do warn you though, they often end up getting thrown away...or even destroyed at times.”

Osamu’s smirk had turned into a clipped smile by now. Atsumu let out a nervous laugh, hoping to ease down the thick veil of tension in the room. Your brain played out all the scenarios in which this situation could turn into an absolute train wreck. So you did the best thing you could have. Looking up, you lightly tugged at Suna’s jacket, making him immediately snap his head towards you,

“Daddy- can- can I?” Your innocent voice seemed to make his own cock twitch, and you knew it had a similar effect on Osamu as you looked back at him shyly. These men were so easy to manipulate once all the blood in their brain flowed down straight to their dicks. You hit the final nail as you continued,

“Don’t want your guests gone without having had fun daddy- I wanna be good for you- for them.”

That made Osamu react out of character for the first time that night as he let out a deep sigh, moving a little to clearly adjust the pressure in his groin. On the other hand, you knew Suna saw through your act. He knew that you’d much rather have these men begging on their knees, and surely not for pleasure. But you had just confirmed your consent, and he did need more time, so he wrapped his ring covered fingers around your throat making you look up at him,

“Okay then- whatever you want doll.”

That was all the signal needed for you to get up, swaying your hips slightly as you walked towards Osamu. He apprehended you with an appreciative gaze as you came to stand right in front of him, before slowly getting down on your knees, moving your hands to place them on his muscular thighs. You heard a “thump” in the background which you assumed was Suna plopping down onto the couch. From the corner of your eye, you could already see that the blonde twin had once again become hard, simply at the gesture of you bending down.

“Still can’t get your full attention, can I ?”

The deep voice snapped you out of your trance as a knuckle brushed across your cheekbone. You looked up at the electrifying man. He had undid a few buttons of his white shirt, revealing his tattoo clad chest. He lightly flicked your nose with his index finger and you felt almost guilty as your core tightened at the subtle gesture.

Batting your eyelashes at him, you slowly slid your hands up to palm him over his growing bulge. You heard the lightest groan escape his throat, and that only spurred on your confidence as you started to unbutton his pants, pulling out his thick girth to slide your thumb across the pre-cum dripping off his tip. Pumping his length a few times, you leaned forward to lick a long stripe from the base up his shaft, stopping at the top to suck on his tip. That single move had almost broken his stoic demeanour as he bucked his hips up, a loud groan leaving his mouth as his fingers came to tangle themselves in your hair. Taking as much of him as possible, you let him set the pace as he rocked your head around his huge girth. Tears welled up in your eyes as he hit the back of your throat, but you continued sucking, drool falling out of your mouth mixed with his pre-cum as a string of moans left his mouth. Your hands came up to stroke what you couldn’t take inside your mouth. You pulled up to suck on his sensitive tip once more before going back to taking him deep in your throat.

“Fuck-fuck I’m close”

You hummed around his cock, intent on breaking one of the most dangerous men in the district, but a whine left you as your head was harshly pulled back by your hair, Osamu’s own frustration being signified by a loud groan.

“Only I cum in her mouth” Suna said possessively, “- continue stroking him baby”

Osamu was shooting daggers at the dark haired man standing protectively behind you. But his attention was ripped away from the violent thoughts as he felt your hands stroking him so well- fuck- he could’ve cum right there as he looked at your fucked out face, your hair mused by his administrations, lips swollen and dried tear stains marking your face. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes on. He wanted to ruin you, and he promised himself he’d make you his, no matter what it takes.

You had looked up at Osamu and felt his gaze darken, almost a tint of madness behind it as you continued to stroke him. You felt his climax approaching as his legs began to shake and his moans got louder, pumping him harder and faster, you moved one hand to brush your thumb against his tip knowing he liked it. And it worked as it snapped the restraint in him as he let go, spurting out thick layers of his cum all over his pants and your hands.

“Thank you angel” he had murmured, and Suna’s patience had finally run thin as he had pulled you up, giving you a tissue for you to clean yourself. You noticed Atsumu had managed to finish once more too as he grabbed a box of tissues for himself. You were barely able to meet the eyes of the other twin as Suna had thrown his suit jacket over your shoulders, pushing you out and instructing his bodyguards to escort you to your room, where you had immediately passed out from the exhaustion of all the events of the night.

——————————

Your eyes fluttered open to a hand caressing the back of your head and a strong tattooed arm wrapped around your waist.

“Did it go well?” You mumbled against his chest. 

Suna looked down at you, eyes filled with adoration and an emotion you couldn’t quite figure out.

“It did. Kita managed to meet up with the mole in their gang while they were busy with us. The diamonds were easily switched with the fake copies after that.” You sighed in relief, putting your head on his chest, “And by the time the Miyas do realise what has happened, they’d be way out of the province and surrounded by Ushijima and his gang.”

“But...what if they realise it before they’ve left, are you su-”

Your worries were cut off with a deep kiss pressed to your lips. You returned it with equal intensity, a small giggle escaping your lips. But your smile faded as you looked back at the glassy eyes of your lover.

“You’re mine, okay?” He mumbled while peppering kisses against your forehead. You were completely thrown off by his statement, surely he couldn’t believe that you’d ever choose anyone else over him?

“Please tell me you’re mine”

Your heart cracked at his plea laced with desperation. You immediately responded by kissing him once again, moving your leg across his and pulling yourself over so that you were straddling his lap. 

“I’m yours-only yours” you mumbled against his lips. Your admission set something feral off in him as he growled into your mouth. Your mind flashed to a particular set of cerulean blue eyes for just the fraction of a second. You threw aside the intrusive thought as your lover’s hands came down to knead your ass, and you felt his member poke against the inside of your thigh,

“Can’t wait to fuck you full of my cum princess- gonna make you cum over and over again until you’re begging me to stop.”

Fuck, you’d put your life on the line everyday if this is what you got at the end of it.

-extra cut below-

“Who were they taken by?”

“Shiratorizawa. 8 dead”

“My brother?”

“They’ve kept him separate for now. Most likely for hostage money.”

“So that’s how they play huh?”

“We’ll help you fix it, after all, our gangs didn’t come to a peace agreement for nothing. At least we still have you...which does bring me to the question, why did you decide to stay back?” 

“I had something I had to...take care of.” 

The silver haired man clenched his jaw, looking down at the collar engraved with the word “angel” across it. A deranged smile spread across his face, 

“You know what? I think I’m gonna deal with this by myself. That brat ‘Tsumu needs some manners beaten into him anyways.” He paused, “Do me a favour though Bokuto- get me all the information possible on that fucker Rintarou- everywhere he goes, who he meets, his personal cars, owned clubs, his close relations.”  

“You got it.”

Oh, he was gonna have so much fun hunting down his innocent little dove  

A/N: thank you so SO much for 500 followers!! Planning a kink-list event at 700!

[amphxtrite]

cedric diggory x fem!reader

part two: Dreamiest Boy in School.

warnings: smut, shower sex, swearing, oral (female receiving), masturbation.

If you are not comfortable please do not read.

summary: Cedric’s been in love with you for years. What will he do when he catches the reader moaning his name after a quidditch game in the prefect’s bathroom. Fluff at the end.

a/n: characters are 18+ and it is fully consensual.

word count: 4.2k

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Cedric first met you in his fifth year when he’d first been appointed captain of the hufflepuff team, it was your first time trying out despite also being in your fifth, but it was no secret that it wasn’t your first time on the pitch. You were a natural, blocking quaffles with ease, letting none enter the goal. Your movements were smooth, elegant, but forceful, effectively getting the job done, but truly showing off the art of flying. Cedric had to forcibly pinch himself after you touched down. 

Today was a rough game against gryffindor, It went on much longer than it needed to with Ms. Pink Toad calling random people from the pitch and ‘hem hemming’ every time someone managed to score a goal. When Cedric had eventually caught the snitch, he had to deal with a ten minute long speech from Umbridge speaking of his bravery and strength, he cut it short after she began to run her hands over his face.

Now came Cedric’s favourite part of the game, his friends had already congratulated him on the win, but he was close by you and your friends as you touched down from the goal post. You were distributing high-fives to everyone, even throwing Cedric a quick thumbs up before running to your gym bag and taking a long sip from your water bottle. Here it comes, your pupils glance from side to side, scanning the area before grabbing the hem of your jersey to dab at the sweat running down your face. No one on the team cared you did this, but you still felt weird randomly pulling your jersey up to clean off your face. You did this after every practice and game, and although he didn’t mean to intrude Cedric found himself gazing at you often.

Cedric takes his bottom lip into his teeth as he looks to the grass beneath him, his thoughts running wild. He pictures what it would be like if he was the one pulling at your shirt, slowly pushing it up your gorgeous body as you beg him to take it off, rolling your hips desperately against his. The seeker’s pants were starting to get a little more constricting at the thought.

Ever since his first time seeing you at the pitch, he’d find himself thinking of you this way a lot. His name spilling from your lips, mouth agape, legs quivering. It kept him awake often, thinking about you. Imagining the feeling of your lips pressed to his as he rocked his hips in and out of you. He didn’t appreciate the sinful thoughts encasing his mind every time he saw you, it drove him insane. Any time you licked your lips, shook out your hair, smirked or even simply laughed, he’d have to excuse himself to rid of the heat from his face.

It was even worse the two of you had become close friends in the last two years, you were the person to help and train him for the triwizard tournament, working out with him often and supporting him through his challenges, also being his unofficial ‘date’ to the ball. You pushed him well, preparing him for the physical challenges that lay ahead in the contest, but only having his crush grow as you worked by his side and hugged him good luck. After he won, you were one of the first people he went to after his father. You had jumped into his arms and held him tight as he recounted the story of how Voldemort had stunned him and Harry had saved his life. Upon finishing  the story, you had kissed him on the cheek and whispered.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do if you were gone.”

He knew then that he was never going to let you go.

Cedric did his best to put your friendship first, reminding himself of your platonic status and your great history. He couldn’t jeopardize it all, even if he fancied you. Running himself a cold shower after stripping down his robes in the prefect’s bathroom, he tries to place his thoughts in a different headspace. He ignores his surroundings as he tries to rid himself of the dirty images, letting the cold water stream onto his face. It was practically useless, his mind drifted back to your lips pulled between your teeth or how your lips felt against his cheek after each hit of cold water. With one small thought, his arousal and need grows.

Sighing quietly and shutting the tap off, the hufflepuff head boy wraps a towel around his waist as he picks up his bag to begin getting changed. Halfway to zip open his bag, he can hear a shaky voice calling, not to far away.

“Oh f-fuck Ced.” 

Body immediately going rigid, the wide-eyed boy regains his train of thought and remembering where he is, glancing around the showers. The voice was so familiar, close.

So... dream-like. Sifting through his memories to match the voice, he thinks of people close to him that were also prefects or head girls, the only person to came to mind was you, but that was impossible. What were you doing saying his name so beautifully.

“Faster, please.” The voice rang out again in a softer mewl. The brunette’s cheeks light on fire as the voice finally registers in his ears, no doubt it was your soft cry. Despite his better judgment, Cedric needed to check this out. To make sure he wasn’t just imagining your voice begging for him.

As he approaches the shower he hears the voice from, he can hear a heavy pant and a shower getting louder. Standing before the closed curtain. His hand hovering over top the thin material, he mentally debates this, perhaps he was wrong. He might’ve misheard, and the he’d be barging in on a random girl. Pulling his hand away he turn to leave, but another moan perks his attention.

“F-fuck Cedric, I-I’m gonna c-cum.” A quivering whimper, cries his name again.

He’d heard you say his name about a million times, cheering him on, talking to him, laughing out his name. That was you inside, about to cum to his image.

Not able to take it anymore and he rips open the shower curtain, his cock springing up under the towel and pure desire taking over his senses. There you were, damp hair streaming down your shoulders, leaning against a wall with one hand on your breast and the other deep between your legs, pushing in and out at a rapid pace, practically sobbing for release.

“Are you masturbating?”

You barely register the soft question, but as your eyes open they instantly flash with horror and you immediately pull your hands away from your body, meeting gazes with a wide-eyed Cedric. A flood of embarrassment consumes you, he must have heard you. Merlin, you felt disgusting.

“Oh my gosh Cedric I’m so sorry!” You apologize frantically, rushing to grab your towel and cover yourself as tears of self-consciousness begin to well in your eyes. “I didn’t- I’m so sorry.” You try and push him out of your way, but Cedric will not let you pass, his grey eyes still staring holes into you. Agonizing seconds pass as he simply looks you down, your head swiveling around to look anywhere but his stoic gaze. 

Finally smirks in amusement, Cedric reaches over and takes your chin in between his fingers, forcing your head up to meet his eyes, you ready yourself for a lecture, or maybe screams, but it doesn’t come.

“I like the way you said my name.” Cedric teases, pushing you back into the running shower.

“Hands between your thighs and on your breast, were you thinking about this?” Cedric purrs, pushing you against the smooth wall and pressing his chest against yours, slowly rocking his hard on against your sensitive clit with the rough towel around his waist. 

“Imagining me taking you in the shower, fucking you against the wall and whispering dirty thoughts into your ear?” He continues in a low voice, continuing the gentle rock of his hips.

Your mouth drops open at Cedric’s reaction and the waves of pleasure clouding your senses. “Answer me.” Cedric growls, pushing harder against you and encasing you in his arms, his elbows by your head and his forearms against the wall. “Y-yes, I-I was.” your soft voice breathes out. “Yes, who?” Cedric grins, his eyes growing dark with lust as he watches you writhe beneath him. “Yes Cedric.” You moan as the toned hufflepuff continues to roll his hips slowly, an approving smirk spreading on his lips. 

 “You don’t know how long I’ve wished to do this love.” Cedric begins to nip at your neck, sucking and kissing around until he finds the spot that makes your breath hitch. You bite your lip to suppress the upcoming moan.

“Stop.” Cedric’s needy voice growls at you. “The only one who’ll be biting those lips is me.” He states, desire lacing every word.

Roughly pushing his lips against yours in a heated kiss, his warm tongue swirls around your mouth, drinking in your intoxicating taste and gliding his rough fingertips up and down your body, memorizing every curve before coming to rest on your hips. Your teeth clash, pleasure and heat travel to your core, fueling your arousal as a hard member prods at you from under Cedric’s dangerously low towel. 

“Besides, I want the whole castle to know you’re mine.” The grey-eyed hufflepuff bucks his hips into yours again making you squirm. “C-Cedric!” You cry out, wrapping your arms around his muscular shoulders and digging your nails into your champion’s back, the steam in the shower clouds your perception even more, all you could sense was Cedric’s body against yours, every muscle every scar. Cedric’s teasing lips pull up again as you begin to ramble.

“I-I need you.” you beg nervously, grinding your hips against the soaked material of Cedric’s towel.

“Would you like my fingers or my tongue love.” Cedric’s cool digits brush the inside of your thighs, you nearly jump at the feeling. “Both.” You manage to whimper out as Cedric’s hard stare bores into you.

“Dirty girl.” He smirks teasingly, his voice smooth as satin and dark as sin. “Beg for it.”

You could feel your arousal growing at Cedric’s words. You’d never seen him as the type to wish his partner to beg, but Merlin you weren’t complaining.

“Please Cedric, I need you. You make me feel so fucking good, please don’t stop, let the whole castle know who I belong to.” 

Your champion’s eyes go from a piercing grey to almost black as lust and arousal course through his veins. He slowly lowers himself to the ground, pressing kisses all the way down to where you needed him most. Cedric takes his time spreading your legs apart and kissing up your inner thighs and blowing on your clit, sending shockwaves up your trembling form. He looks back up at you as he leans forwards and licks a stripe through your folds and begins to swirl his tongue around your clit. Your thoughts run cold, all that consumes your mind was the ecstasy running through your veins, Cedric flicking his tongue around your sex, fucking you with his tongue and lapping hungrily at your sweet juices.

“Oh fuck Cedric, please don’t stop.” Your mewling voice begs needlingly, breathing heavily to keep yourself from falling over. 

Cedric smiles into you and slowly teases his fingers around your entrance, tracing along the edge of your slit before sinking two long digits into your wetness. spots flash in front of your eyes as your head falls back against the wall. Cedric pulls and pushes his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace, twisting them around and bending slightly as your walls grow tighter around him. He uses his body to keep your legs from doubling over in pleasure and continues to ravage you with both his tongue and fingers. flicking and sucking at your bundle of nerves while thrusting his fingers in and out of your core. A familiar knot begins to form and you dig your hand into Cedric’s damp hair, pulling him closer to you and desperately rocking your hips against his face, desperate for any more friction he could give you. Cedric chuckles at your moaning form. Sending even more delicious vibrations to your sensitive clit, as moans mix with longing cries of your lover’s name. Cedric pulls his mouth away, bringing himself to a standing position, still burying his fingers in you, replacing his tongue with his calloused thumb to massage your throbbing bundle of nerves.

“You don’t know what you do to me darling. How does it make you feel that you give me a hard-on every time you lift that shirt up to wipe your face? Every time you bite that gorgeous lip, or flip your hair you’d have me wanting to bend you over and fuck you senseless.”

You try and respond, but the pleasure Cedric was giving to you was all your mind could take. The sound of his fingers pounding into your wet core and Cedric’s deep pants were driving you insane. You can only moan in response and crash your lips against his again. You can taste yourself as Cedric dips his tongue against yours, nibbling on your lip and picking up his pace with his fingers. A familiar knot forms in your abdomen and you have to pull away from Cedric’s lips to moan and arch your back even more, you can feel your walls clenching tighter against the rough fingers pounding in and out of you.

All at once the knot snaps and waves upon waves of euphoria washes over you and consuming your vision in white. Crying out Cedric’s name over and over again, the brunette helps you ride out your high, continuing to pulse his fingers in your clenching hole and kneeling down again to lap up your juices as you moan out and rock your hips gently, Cedric’s cock begins to twitch like mad watching he waves of cum spill from your core, but he takes his time, savoring every drop of your sex.

Cedric is practically beaming with pride as he stands again, holding the back of your head in his large hand. 

“So sweet love.” He smirks, wiping a drop of your cum off of his bottom lip with his thumb and licking it off slowly, keeping direct eye contact with you. Your face was red, your legs quivering, and deep breaths sounding from your lips.

“I’m not done with you yet darling.” Cedric drops the towel from his waist and boxes you in his arms again.

“You won’t be able to walk when I’m through with you.” The toned seeker teases in a dark voice.

Feeling his length against your stomach you bite back a moan, fuck he was big. You were unsure what to do, but taking his twitching cock into your hand, you pump his length experimentally, receiving a soft moan in return. Picking up the pace, you spread the precum on his tip as a lubricant. Working your hand against him, he reconnects your lips, a soft whimper flowing from Cedric’s lips. You keep using your hand to pleasure your champion, but Cedric can’t take it anymore.

“I need to be inside of you darling.” Cedric rasps, reluctantly pulling your hand from his throbbing tip and wrapping his arms around you.

“jump.”

Without hesitation you leap up and wrap your legs around Cedric’s hips and he presses you against the wall for support.

“Ready Love?” Cedric smirks, his hands squeezing your ass and cock teasing your soft folds.

“Shut up and take me Diggory.”

Cedric wastes no time sinking into you, slowly at first, letting you adjust to his thick shaft, small grunts sounding from your lips as Cedric sink deeper.

“You’re taking me so well darling, f-fuck.” Cedric groans, sticking his head in the crook of your neck, nibbling on your sensitive skin and squeezing your hips.

Tears prick in your eyes as Cedric bottoms out in you, burying your hand in his wet brown curls you whimper at the feeling of being so full.

After a couple moments the pain turns to pleasure and you shimmy around motioning to Cedric it’s okay to move. The brunette begins to thrust in and out of you, slow at first, but soon finding a rhythm, pulling in and out of you in a quick pace, thrusting out to almost his tip before burying himself to the hilt inside you once again.

“Faster Cedric.” your pleading voice gasps and pleads.

Cedric obliges, snapping his hips back and forth to the point you see spots in your vision and you’re dragging your nails down your champions back. Cedric frantically presses his lips against yours again as he groans loudly. You swallow the moan in the kiss and cup your hands around Cedric’s defined jawline, pulling him closer and clenching your core in surprise as he pushes his thumb to your clit.

Your reaction pulls another breathy moan from Cedric, but his thrusts don’t stop. He continues to pound into you, his desire out weighing any tiredness that should’ve been.

Your loud moans only egg him on further. Your sinful, desperate pleas for more drive him insane. Arching your back and rolling your hips, Cedric pounds even further into you.

“Fuck Cedric, right there.” Your loud beg cries out and Cedric smirks, slamming his hips into your spot over and over again. Screams of pleasure and sighs of satisfaction fill the air. Wet sounds of skin on skin ring throughout the large bathroom as Cedric sinks deep into you with each needy thrust.

Parting your lips, another choked moan is pulled from your lips and your vision goes blank once again as your coil snaps and your grip tightens on Cedric. Your champion doesn’t stop, his thrusts are still merciless and needy, but as your slit clenches his cock in a tight hold, his thrust becomes lazier and he can feel his release coming soon.

“You make me feel so good Ced, I’ve had my hand in between my legs thinking about this for so long, o-oh fuck.” You moan in a teasing voice against the brunettes ear. You can feel Cedric’s upper body go rigid as he uses the last of his strength to snap his hips into yours like his life depended on it. Your dirty talk making him imagine your naked body lying on your bed, moaning out his name, probably only a hallway away from him. Years of lust and love fuel his next thrusts. Every time he’d painfully gotten hard because of you, every time he imagined you underneath him and making you scream his name in ecstasy was all coming true and groaning your name into the crook of your neck he snaps his hips in a desperate thrust one more time before releasing all over your tight walls, his body pulsing in euphoria sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire being.

Your eyes roll back and your legs jolt at his powerful stream, thanking Merlin you had taken the potion to help with cramps not too long ago. You begin to roll your hips lazily to help Cedric ride out his orgasm, your core practically numb with pleasure and your entire body exhausted. Cedric is panting heavily, his hand buried in your hair and his other still supports your body. He gives your bum a small squeeze, your body still against the wall and his still pressed to yours in support, letting the warm water from the tap relax your tired muscles and wash the proof of your pleasures off of your legs, while still intimately connected.

Cedric smiles as he looks deep into your eyes, still panting heavily, but now with nervousness and a slight anxiety. He couldn’t keep his true feelings from you any longer.

“You know I love you right?” The hufflepuff head boy confesses, running a hand down the side of your face.

“I’d hope so, considering you just fucked me senseless.” You giggle and wrap your arms around Cedric’s toned shoulders. 

Your giggle dies down to a grin and a pink blush makes it’s way onto your face as you look down to see the two of you still connected

“I love you too.” You smile earnestly, a smile playing on your lips and you press a kiss to Cedric’s pink cheek. “I’ve loved you since those days in fifth year when I trained with you, you don’t know how relieved I was you survived, and with Umbridge around I thought I might never get the chance to confess.” Your emotions come through and Cedric has to blink the pure happiness from his eyes to respond.

“I’ve loved you since the moment you came rushing into my arms after the maze, I had a crush on you before, but i’ll never forget when you said those words, I knew I’d never let you go.” Cedric’s smile falters a bit as your stare drops to his lips.

“C-can I kiss you?” His face grows closer to yours.

“Didn’t ask for permission while you were cumming in me.” You tease, peppering kisses all around Cedric’s handsome features as his face grows hot in embarrassment.

“I-Is that a yes?” He murmurs hopefully, your soft lips trailing down his jawline.

You smile and press a kiss to the corner of Cedric’s mouth.

“As long as I can be your girl.” You giggle.

Cedric immediately pushes his lips to yours in a more delicate, but wanting kiss. Taking his time now to show you his adoration and care for you. The sounds of your lips molding together sounding through the large shower. Cedric runs his tongue through your mouth again, slowly this time, sighing at the taste of your after-game drink and the light taste of strawberry chap stick that remained on the inside your lips, begging to be found and appreciated.

As Cedric continues to ravage your mouth you run your hands up and down his chest and abs, taking deep breaths of his autumn like scent. Campfire, vanilla and honey were the most prominent, while his aftershave also offered a sharp, wood like smell.

“I love you y/n, so much. It would be an honor to have you as my girl.” Cedric sighs against your lips, placing one final peck before pulling away and grinning like a little kid. A smile begins to form on your face.

“Hey, did you think you could, you know.” You awkwardly motion down towards where you were still intertwined. “My legs are kid of sore.” Cedric’s eyes widen in realization and he nods frantically, apologies spilling from his lips as he slowly pulls out of you with a small ‘pop.’ Cedric lowers your feet to the ground and begins to back up, but the sudden weight removed from your body made your legs forget how to move and you crash into Cedric’s chest again.

Your legs felt numb and you couldn’t get them to move properly without falling. Cedric does his best to hide his pride as your lips pull into a frown, but a small smirk emerges as he bites his lip to stop it. He glances down and also notices the small purple love bites littering your neck and he almost beams.

“I hope you’re happy with yourself Ced, I can’t walk.” You roll your eyes at his useless attempt to stop his smile.

“I am, and I must say you look absolutely ravishing sporting my love bites darling.” He grins darkly, but a light chuckle breaks free.

“Alright let’s get you dressed, come on.” Cedric turns the tap off before leaning over again and catching your legs in his arms, carrying you bridal style out of shower, grabbing your towel and gym bag on the way out.

Placing you down on a bench, he grabs his own fluffy, white towel from his bag. Using it to pat your hair and body dry, making sure to get every inch of your body, and being careful around your intimate parts as you winced often. Grabbing another school-provided towel, he pats his upper-body dry before tying the cloth around his waist. Shaking out his damp hair, he grabs your bag and places it next to you.

“Do you think you can do it yourself darling?” His voice is filled with concern, but you nod and zip open your bag. Cedric turns to his own clothes and after tugging on a pair of boxers and sweatpants, wipes his hair dry before throwing on a t-shirt.

He turns to see you in a black sports bra, tugging on a pair of black tights, but unable to get them up your bum. Cedric smirks, walking over to you and pulling you up, holding you against him as a support while you finally get the leggings on. He sits you back down before pulling a jumper out of his bag and slipping it over your head.

The sweater seems to swallow you whole and it takes a moment to find the holes for your arms. You thank Cedric and sigh at being engulfed in Cedric’s sweet scent, pulling the jumper over your nose and smiling in content.

“You look better in my clothes than I do.” Cedric smirks happily, pulling you up again and interlocking your hands.

“Well in that case I guess I’ll keep it.” You grin, slipping on your sneakers and following Cedric out the prefect bathroom to the best of your abilities, having to stop often due to the aftershock of Cedric’s desperate pounding. Finally resorting to Cedric carrying you once again. Thankfully Dolores and her goons seemed to be missing from the scene.

Finally making it back to the hufflepuff common room, Cedric sneaks you into his dorm and closes the canopy around his four poster bed. Breathing out in content, The head boy cuddles you into his chest and wraps his arms around your torso.

“Can’t believe you’re actually here on my bed with me, I’ve only dreamt of this.” Cedric murmurs giddily, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your nose.

You snake your arms around Cedric’s broad chest and cuddle closer to him.

“I’m never letting you go, you know that.” Your champion teases, kissing your hairline.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You reassure, closing your eyes tiredly and slowly drifting off, exhaustion from the day's activities getting to you.

Cedric peers down at you a happy smile resting on his lips as he too yawns and relaxes into his pillow. This day couldn’t have gone any better. He won the game, fucked you in the shower and now he’s cuddling you in his bed. His blush reappears onto his cheeks as your breathy moans engrave themselves into his brain, but pride takes over as he reminds himself it was him who made you moan like that. Peppering kisses on your forehead he finally closes his eyes and replays your evening with a small smirk.

This is my first time writing smut so tips would be appreciated!

[yslkook]

WRONG (3)

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summary: you find yourself at the tattoo parlor more often as of late. also, jungkook hates lemon jelly filled donuts and is easily bribed by mint chocolate and macarons. pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc warnings: cursing, excessive use of pet names, kinda toxic friendship

Sora’s unbridled passion for why she believes Jungkook is wrong for you has never irritated you as much as it does in this moment. You’ll never understand why she’s so adamant about the topic, when it’s not her decision. When she knows that you’ve been harboring a small crush on the man for years now, and you’re fairly certain he returns your affections.

When the man told you that he had put an orange heart next to your name, you knew it was real.

You don’t understand why Sora is determined to make things so complicated, when they don’t have to be. You don’t believe her claims that he’s a fuckboy, that he treats people like trash. He’s shown you the opposite. He’s so gentle with everyone, not just you. He’s blunt but he has a big heart under all of the leather and layers of black.

If there’s a word to describe him, it’s dreamy.

Which is why you’re so hurt that Sora refuses to give him a chance. After all, if she was your best friend, shouldn’t she offer him a chance for your sake?

It confuses you.

“I’ve heard so many bad things about him,” Sora says knowingly, swirling her glass of wine in her hands. You don’t feel very much like drinking, not when your stomach swirls in unease. Being in her apartment is nothing new, but right now, you’d rather be anywhere else.

“But what things? And from who? Jungkook is such a genuine guy and he hasn’t done anything for people to start rumors about him,” You protest, but your words fall on deaf ears, “And I like him-”

“I mean come on, have you seen him? The man radiates bad vibes. My friends have all said-”

“Bad vibes? You’re dismissing him because of bad vibes when I’m telling you that-”

“I’m your best friend, don’t you think I know these things?” Sora says, heat and arrogance in her voice, “I’m only looking out for you. It’s shitty that you’re dismissing me for a guy-”

“I’m not dismissing you-” But your voice grows smaller and smaller, something that you think Jungkook might be disappointed in you for.

“It sure as hell sounds like you are,” Sora sneers with a cold sort of tilt to her lips, “Listen. I’m just looking out for you, even if you don’t seem to appreciate it. I thought we were best friends. Friends look out for each other, but if you don’t want to listen to me, that’s on you.”

Something dry settles in your throat and something heavy settles in your chest.

“He’s not good news,” Sora continues, as if she can’t see your heart beginning to ache, “I’ll find someone who will treat you much better, don’t worry.” She pats your knee in a way that is supposed to be reassuring but you wince.

You don’t want her favors, but it’s too late for you to protest. Besides if you did, she’d feel awful and you never want to be the cause of her being upset. She’s your best friend after all. And what kind of friend would you be, if you upset her to that degree?

But still... you don’t want anyone else. You want the sensitive man who gets misty-eyed by powerful renditions of Beyonce songs, the man who texts you until you fall asleep, the man who asks you what color to paint his nails when he feels like it.

You kind of want the sensitive man dressed in layers of black.

You let Sora talk your ear off about all of the guys she has in mind for you, but you stop listening. You don’t understand this vendetta she has against Jungkook, the vendetta that she’s always had. But she is correct about one thing- she is your best friend and has your best interests at heart...right?

The four walls of the tattoo parlor that you’ve begun frequenting more and more often begins to feel more and more like a welcome place in recent days. You’ve always been friendly with the guys, especially Yoongi and Hoseok.

Even if Yoongi doesn’t work at the parlor, he’s here frequently enough.

Though Yoongi and Hoseok are some of your oldest friends, you’ve only come to the parlor a handful of times in the past. Once that realization hit you, you’d made it a point to stop by more often.

Why hadn’t you before?

They’re your oldest friends, but these days, you feel closer to Mina and Mei as well. While you do have other girlfriends who you see as often as your collective schedules align, it’s still different.

But still. You don’t know if you’ve ever truly belonged with anyone. You feel as if you’ve been floating through life, with Sora by your side (at least half the time, when she’s not spewing criticism over the man you have feelings for).

Thinking about it gives you a headache and makes you feel nostalgic for something that you never had. But maybe it’s something you can have.

“Hey, you,” Mei calls from reception, where she’s sitting next to Hobi who waves at you, “What brings you here? Finally gonna let me pierce you?”

“I brought donuts,” You shrug, “And I’m not ready for that surgical instrument to touch me, thanks very much.”

“You can stop by without the pretense of bringing sweet treats over,” Hobi says knowingly, “I mean none of us will complain about donuts, but you know that right? You can come by anytime you want.”

“O-okay,” You nod, your throat feeling a little dry.

“Now, come here and let me see what you got. If there’s a lemon jelly filled donut, save that for Jungkook. He hates them.”

“You got plans this evening?” Mei asks, grabbing her bright red purse that’s nearly the size of your head. Her purse matches her bright red nails and for half a second, you’re mesmerized by the glossiness of her nails.

“No, other than getting ready for tomorrow’s day of work-”

“Great! Wanna come with me to the tattoo supply store? I have to pick up more needles, grips and gloves.”

“Sure,” You shrug, a little excited at the prospect of a quick adventure for Mei, “I’ll just say bye to Hobi.”

He’s already watching you with mirth in his eyes, as if he knows what you’re about to say. “Hey, will you tell Jungkook I said hi?” You murmur, feeling your ears burning at his smug grin.

“Sure, I will,” Hobi grins, “I’m sure he feels bad about not being able to say hi to you himself. He’s had a busy day.”

“Understandable,” You nod, “I mean, you guys say he’s the best in the city, right? I’m sure he’s got a waitlist of people who want to be tatted by him.”

“Maybe someday he’ll tattoo you, huh?” He says mischievously to which you roll your eyes and feel your face heat up.

“He would be so lucky,” You scoff, as if the notion of Jungkook tattooing your body doesn’t make something flutter in your belly.

“We have this competition at the parlor where the person who makes the most tips has to buy the supplies on a monthly basis,” Mei says smugly, “Usually, it’s Kook but for the last few months it’s been me.”

That doesn’t surprise you in the least- Hobi has told you that Mei and Mina are both skilled in realistic and watercolor tattoos, as well as piercings. You think if you were ever to receive a tattoo from either Mei or Mina, you would tip them for the mere fact of them being so close in your presence for so long.

They used to intimidate you, when Hobi had first introduced you to them. Mina with her sleek bob haircut, and Mei with her long, glossy waves. Both of them had nose piercings and their ears were dotted in different hoops and rods. You’d only caught a glimpse of their tattoos a handful of times- Mei has a full sleeve on her right arm where Mina’s tattoos seem to be more hidden.

They’re just so cool and funny and smart.

“How did you all get the idea for the tattoo parlor? Like, was it a business decision or were you all friends before?” You ask curiously.

“Well… Jin, Mina and I have been friends since we were kids, our parents are really close. Jin had this dream of opening his own tattoo and piercing parlor for the longest time. Jungkook and Hobi joined a few months after we officially opened. It took a while, but we’re where we are now,” Mei says fondly.

“That’s incredible! You guys started from the ground up,” You say, in awe, “That parlor is your baby.”

“Fuck, yeah it is,” Mei grins, “What about you? What cool tech stuff is going on in that pretty brain of yours?”

“Um…” Your face heats up at the compliment, “I’m currently helping in developing this app for one of our clients, it’s specific for tracking and trending information related to chronic health conditions. It’s still in its infancy, but it’s been fun! And it’s job security, I guess.”

Mei lets out a low whistle, “Wow, you’re doing something like that by yourself?”

“No, I have a pretty great team,” You shrug, “Something like that definitely can’t be done alone.”

Mei hums, “You’re gonna be great, Ms. CEO.”

“Yeah right, I’d never want that burden,” You scoff, “I’m good right where I am.”

With both of your arms full of bags of supplies for the tattoo parlor (and some extras), you both walk out of the shop and towards Mei’s sleek, black car. It’s late, and you don’t really feel much like taking public transportation. But you’re nervous to ask Mei for a ride home for some reason.

“Hey, did you drive to the parlor?” Mei asks.

“N-no, I don’t have a car yet,” You reply, “I only just bought my condo and didn’t want to make another big purchase just yet. I want to start looking though…”

“Oh! I’ll drive you home then,” Mei offers once she starts the engine.

“Are you sure? It’s kind of out of the way from here,” You reply, folding in on yourself a little in the passenger seat.

Mei only waves you off. “Oh, please. What kind of friend would I be if I just left you to get home alone?”

You bite your tongue, as vivid memories of Sora claiming that she didn’t have enough gas in the tank or her asking for gas money for the ten minute drive from her apartment building to your condo flash in your mind.

“Thank you, Mei,” You say gratefully, “Let me know how much to Venmo you, for gas money-”

“Gas money? For a seven minute drive? Is that a joke,” Mei gasps, “What do you take me for?”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry I asked!”

“Asking me for gas money,” Mei mutters, “You said you want to start looking for a car?”

Her smile twists into something mischievous.

“Yeah, I have no idea where to start though…”

“Ask your boy, Jungkook. Taehyung, Namjoon and Jimin work at a car dealership and they’re his roommates, I’m sure he’d be eager to help you.” Something in her voice is coy but you maintain a neutral face.

“Yeah… maybe I will,” You say thoughtfully, “Hey! He’s not my boy-”

“Alright, alright,” Mei relents gently, “But really, reach out to him. He’ll help you. So that those boys don’t scam you like the sleazy car salesmen that they are.”

When you see Jungkook next at the tattoo parlor which is conveniently on your way home from work (again with a box of pastries), you muster the courage to step into his office to ask him for help.

“Hi,” You say weakly, “Umm… I come bearing gifts. Got some of those mint chocolate brownie bars that you like, and those macarons-”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to bribe me, baby,” Jungkook says, smirking widely when your lips part in protest.

“If I was trying to bribe you, it wouldn’t be with mint chocolate. Disgusting,” You roll your eyes and squeal out loud when he lunges for you, giving you a teasing but tight back hug.

“Take it back,” Jungkook murmurs lowly in your ear. You hardly hear him, too wrapped up in the warmth of the big black hoodie he’s wearing. The soft, gentle scent of laundry and vanilla floats into your nose when you turn your head to press your cheek against his chest.

His heartbeat is faint against your ear. You wonder if he can hear yours speeding up.

“Mint chocolate sucks. It’s a fact,” You mumble.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” His voice comes as a low grumble from his chest and you swallow nervously. Before your nerves can get the best of you, he changes the topic. “Mei told me you’re in the market for a new car?”

“I don’t really know where to start, but I’ve already started doing some research,” You reply, pointing to your small backpack. You pull out a binder with meticulously colored tabs labeled in neat print that Jungkook raises an eyebrow at.

“What?”

“You just carry around a binder with your research on car purchases at all times? Is that what you do?”

“I have to be prepared!”

“Sometimes you just need a vibe check-”

“You want me to purchase an entire vehicle worth about a million and one paychecks based on just a vibe check? Is that what you did with your motorcycle?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook gives you a crooked smile, “And a little research. I guess.”

“You guess,” You mutter under your breath.

Jungkook has been more touchy with you once you had given him the go ahead all those weeks ago. He doesn’t show his affections with you unless you’re both alone, and it’s never anything more than hugs and the occasional brush of hands.

He’s melting you from the outside in, and you bask in his radiant heat. The thought of Sora’s approval doesn’t bother you, not when he hugs you like this.

But as always. Her disapproving voice worms its way into your head and you reluctantly peel away from him to sit on the faded burgundy couch with the box of macarons on your lap.

“So,” Jungkook says, immediately feeling the loss of your warmth in his limbs, “How can I help?”

tags: @kookdbean

MoM tags: @tiemeuptogoldenchains @boymeetsparadise @jungkooksseuphoria @kaepjjangiya @drumsofheaven @ppeachyttae @tae-bebe

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I wonder how Zeke would react to you being pregnant, would he be absolutely delighted or would just go IM FINNA WHIP DIS HOE 🏃🏃🏎🏎💨💨

Baby - Zeke Jaeger x Reader

warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy sickness, I don’t know the ins and outs of pregnancy but google is my friend- just know I’m unreliable. Angsty, fluffy, SMUT Minors DNI. Pubes? Oversenstivity, creampie. Zeke is sweet. 

word count: 4k

note: OMGG HAHAH I can see this going a few ways tbh. also accidentally wrote a fic again :) hehe. It’s Zeke, I cant help it. this started informally so its like a drabble fic hybrid baby which is fitting hehe

He’ll either be like “Well I did say I’d stuff you with my babies so...” and he’ll accept his fate as a father. Will be unusually good especially if it’s a little girl because if he has a son he’ll afraid he’ll be like his father. 

Or he’ll give you a look of horror, if you two were protected and this was completely unexpected he’ll be like “...I don’t know if I can do this...” He might run away, but again he doesn’t want to be like his father, eventually, he’ll come back, probably when you start showing because it’s then that he realizes that you’re pregnant with his kid, for real. Will get on his knees and apologize if needed. Give him a wake-up call, “I told you I was pregnant, and you left me alone. You left me alone for almost three months. I had no one and you left.”

You need to accept him a bit, for your sake and for your baby's sake, but that doesn’t mean you won't be mean to him a bit as revenge. Plus, he needs to earn your trust back. 

You let him live in the guest bedroom, whatever routine and life you had before, it’s completely different now. It’s awkward. He’s missed so much, he’s missed the worse of your morning sickness and dizziness (which you still have occasionally just not as bad), and he’s missed getting you weird food combos, he’s missed you, he misses your warmth, he misses talking to you in slow cold mornings, he misses rubbing his beard on your neck and you complaining that it tickles, he should have never set a foot out the door, he knows that now. 

“This is my baby. Not yours, not ours, not unless you prove yourself.” And boy does he. It doesn’t matter if it’s the dead of night and you want food, he’ll get it with sleepy eyes and pajama pants if he needs to. One day he’s venturing out of his bedroom to see your bathroom light on, and he’s going to check, of course he is, because he is worried. You’re leaning over the toilet with your eyes closed, head propped against the wall, a cold rag resting on your thigh to get your temperature down and try to keep you grounded as you throw up. 

You can see how this looks like a bad situation to someone who hasn’t been there for months. Why do they even call it morning sickness when it doesn’t just stick to mornings. So when he slides next to you on the floor with a panicked look in his eyes asking ‘are you okay? is the baby okay? should we go to the hospital?’ it’s a bit irritating but it warms your heart nonetheless. Your head is pounding, you desperately want to sleep but every time you move it makes you a little more nauseous so you can’t even make it to the bed. His hand is on your thigh, it's warm but not uncomfortably warm like your body, and his calloused hands bring you back to reality. “It’s normal,” is the best explanation you can utter out right now. 

He wants to ask what he can do to help, but your eyebrows are scrunched in pain and he doesn’t want to deepen that so he’ll at least try to help. He brings you a pillow to rest your hips on, even though you groan when you move you appreciate it because the tiles began digging into your skin, your pajama shorts do nothing to help you with that but the cold tiles feel nice to an extent. All of Zeke’s knowledge from college and how he took care of his hungover or sick friends is jumbled up because can any of those tips apply here? Whenever your stomach didn’t feel good you’d ask him to fix you peppermint tea and that seemed to help but will the smell bother you? This is the first time he’s felt true panic since- well since you told him you were pregnant, and when he came back to beg for forgiveness. 

You’re still sitting beside the toilet, it’s much more comfortable now with the pillow, and Zeke brought you a fresh wet rag because the old one was starting to warm up to you. There’s shuffling from the kitchen that’s muffled by the walls and he comes back with an armful of things -- it’s almost comical. Your favorite water bottle refilled with bits of ice clinking around, a blue Gatorade bottle, a handful of plain crackers from the back of your cabinet that he must’ve scrambled to find. He runs back one more time to bring a warm mug- which he now realizes probably is the opposite of what you want because it’s warm and it seems like you want to be cold. He looks awkward as he sits on the other side of the toilet, leaning against the tub, like he’s being graded for his performance. He’s just close enough to reach you, just in case, hand caressing your ankle which is more to comfort him than you.

Now you look a little more relaxed. “Uhm...” he clears his throat as he speaks softly, “... I brought you tea, and crackers, water too. And cookies just in case. And Gatorade.” He looks younger now somehow, like when you and him met in college when he first asked you out on a date, nervous and scratching his ear. 

This is the first time you have looked at him so softly since he came back. He does deserve the harshness, he thinks, but seeing the opposite after so long is almost gratifying. “Water sounds nice,” so he hands you the bottle quickly. 

Sitting there almost another hour, you still don’t want to try to get up but Zeke stays and hands you everything you need. Pushes back any hair in the way when you lean to retch into the toilet. The times between each retch get longer, and after forcing yourself to eat a few crackers you feel like you have finally come down to earth, the rag and tiles too cold, the warmth of your bed filled with fluffy blankets tempt you. 

“I think I’m okay now,” you aren’t, but just okay enough to go to bed and try to sleep. Zeke works you up to your feet, slow and steady, staying firm for you to lean on. You catch a glance at yourself in the mirror and it’s almost like a horror movie jumpscare. Red eyes, half-lidded and tired, eye bags more defined and lips chapped. The thought of toothpaste makes you want to throw up again but you have mouthwash that gentle so that’ll do, and the coconut lip balm you rely on has never bothered you. Zeke keeps at least one hand on your hips the whole time, you figure you do look like you are about to fall apart any moment. 

He waddles you to your bed. It looks way different than when he saw it last. More pillows than before, lining the side closest to your bedroom door, his side. Or it was his side. There are more blankets too and a heating pad with a little remote dangling off the bed. He feels like he needs to retch now, guilt chasing up his spine. You’ve dealt with this alone, without him. How many times were you not able to get up off the floor because no one was there to help? The pillows that you lined his side with are taunting him, ‘we had to fill the void you left.’ But it’s just his own voice scolding him. 

There are few things in life he is able to regret, but leaving you was one of the worst mistakes he could have ever made. 

When you finally get comfortable, one leg thrown over the pillow and at least 3 fluffy blankets that he’s tucked over you, the temptation to ask to stay in your room scratches at the back of his head. He won’t ask, not tonight, not right now. He presses a closed-lip kiss to your shoulder that’s barely felt over the blankets. “Holler if you need me, okay?” He can see your breathing is steady and lets out a short laugh, you must have been exhausted. He’ll pour out the tea you didn’t drink, and make sure to get some more crackers on the grocery list.

/ / : 

Slowly, he’s earning your trust. It’s been a month since he’s come back and now the atmosphere is more comfortable. Not romanticly domestic like he so desperately wants it to be again, but he can’t complain about progress. 

He hasn’t been allowed to touch your belly, or even see it really because you are wearing the biggest clothes you can find. This is a rare moment where he gets to see you in tighter clothing because you feel too warm, and he gets to see your belly. It’s a cute bump, stretching out the tanktop you are wearing, he can see the dip/pop of your belly button through it, and you’ve refused to wear bras ever since your breasts started to feel too sensitive. Zeke didn’t expect to find this so... to put it in simple terms, hot. 

Your nipples are poking through, breasts heavy, and the realization that he pumped you full with his kid and claimed you completely runs straight to his cock. He shouldn’t be this horny right now, especially when you are complaining about being too hot while laying on the couch with your feet propped up, shorts doing nothing to cover you, especially when he can see that you are not wearing underwear and slightly wet. Can you really blame him? You are hot, he loves you, and he’s been pent up ever since he came back and even before because his hand doesn’t cut it. 

When he leans to give you a cup of ice water he knows you can see his hard-on through his pajama pants, it’s not like he’s trying to hide it. “Are you seriously horny right now?” You don’t really mean to say it like you are offended, you’re just surprised, and curious, because what the hell is going through his head right now? He’s a little startled because of your straightforwardness but he is nothing if not shameless when it comes to this type of scenario. How do you think you got pregnant in the first place? 

“Yes, because a beautiful woman is laying right there with her legs propped up so I can see her cunt -- which is wet by the way -- and her tits, well, she might as well be shirtless and-” He takes his hand to run up your knee, “-she has my cute kid sitting in her belly right now. You are kind of irresistible you know?” 

That’s really embarrassing, sure it felt airy but you didn’t know he could see. You can feel your cunt gush -- curse pregnancy horniness -- as you look up to him from where your head is resting against a pillow. You could risk it... You can satisfy yourself sure, the few toys you have resting under the bathroom sink but you know that the best experience, the most satisfying one, would be with Zeke. At least you tell yourself that's the reason, really you miss him, you miss him loving on you like you’re the only person in the universe and his warm touches, you miss him fucking you brainless. You don’t think he’ll leave again at this point, he’s too far in, going to doctor's appointments with you and living with you, and if he tried you might just break one of his legs. So why not? It’s not like he could get you pregnant again-

“If I’m so irresistible, why aren’t you doing anything?” You see him quirk a brow at you, knowing this will change the relationship he’s slowly been earning back. He just meant to embarrass you a bit, see you warm up with his lewd words but actually initiating something is the best outcome. So the hand that’s been lingering on your knee goes down to the juncture of your thigh, brushing up against the bump of your belly. It has you sucking in a breath, you are so sensitive, and he loves how responsive you are. 

“As you wish.” He settles himself between your legs on the couch, they spread to accommodate him and he can see more of your cunt peaking out through the shorts. Unless he is mistaken, you have gotten wetter since he last saw it which is sending his blood rushing. Working off your shorts is easy, throwing them somewhere behind him, and he observes for a moment. He hasn’t seen you naked in a long time so he is soaking up every moment like it will be his last. You nudge your ankle to his side, “Don’t stare,” you say in an airy voice he hasn’t heard in a long time. There’s a patch of hair contouring your cunt, being dampened by your slick. You don’t care if he doesn’t like hair or not, you are pregnant and he should be thankful he’s even between your legs right now. Still, a nagging in the back of your head is making you a little self-conscious, but that is slowly being overridden by desire. He takes your offending ankle and rubs circles in it, it’s to keep you in place, a sense of dominance with a soft undertone. His other hand goes to take a few fingers to spread open your cunt, “I’m sorry, I like to stare at things that are beautiful, it’s how I was made.” That doesn’t even sound like an apology, too light-hearted and snaked with lust. Scolding him sounds like a good option but you can’t bring yourself to. You are just too sensitive, his hand isn’t even rubbing at your sweet spots but it still feels so good. 

His stare on your nethers finally lets up, bringing both of his hands to trail up your belly, rubbing the bump of your growing baby. His baby, that he put in you. He bends over your belly to kiss it through your top, slowly riding it up so he can kiss the skin. It’s too soft, too comforting. You want to cry because this is what you have wanted this whole time since you found out you were pregnant. You wanted him to be sweet, fawn over you, and kiss your belly, and love your kid as much as he claimed to love you. There are so many things left unspoken, so many things to talk over that you both haven’t gotten to. You card fingers through his blonde hair, it’s just as soft as you last felt it, though you know he’s been using stupid low-quality shampoo because he can’t steal yours anymore. He looks up at you, giving you a much too sweet smile before settling his glasses on the coffee table.

He whips off his shirt to stay at least equal exposed as you, you’ve always complained about how it’s unfair. What’s really unfair, he thinks, is how hot you look laid out for him. The roughness of his hands contrasts the softness of your skin, the pudge of your thighs, the slowly appearing stretch marks on your belly, the softness of the edge of your breast he can feel teasing the edge of his hand as he adventures your body. Even your little moans are soft like silk running across his skin every time you breathe one out from his touches. Pulling your tank top over your breasts, he stares again. He really has missed a lot, your breasts look a little different, just a bit bigger, and your nipples swollen a bit with sensitivity, perked and begging for his attention. 

So he caves, pressing his fingertips into the flesh of your breasts making you gasp because of the tenderness. The pads of his thumb circling around your areola before thumbing roughly over your nipple. They’re so cute, so responsive, Zeke loves it. He kisses your belly one more time and adjusts himself closer to you, pajama pants brushing against the swell of your ass, and leans so he can lap at your chest. His tongue feels almost prickly like a cat because of how sensitive you are, it hurts but it doesn’t hurt at the same as he tongues your nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, teeth teasing your nipple just a bit. It causes you to jolt and moan, digging your fingers into his hair as he continues to press kisses into your chest. You can feel his chest vibrate with a salacious giggle, his sadistic tendencies tend to slip out like this, and seeing you jolt and knowing your cunt must be absolutely drenched makes him all too prideful.

“Zeke, that’s enough-” He’s sucking the skin of your breasts hard so it'll leave bruises when he’s done. One of his hands presses gently into your belly, “Soon I won’t be able to do this as much. Let me have my fun.” All the implications send your blood rushing to your head as you throw it back into the pillow. He sucks a few more bruising hickeys to the underside of your breasts before pulling back, leaving a bite at your nipple. 

He’s too needy to even work his pants off completely, doesn’t even bother with his socks. He was right, your cunt is drenched and leaking slick so much, sticking to the hair that's there, it’s almost running to your ass. “Fuck, you’re so fucking-” he can’t even find the words to describe you right now. Beautiful, divine, ethereal, are a few words that come close to describing you. So he just presses a kiss into your knee before settling his cock near your clenching hole. 

“You’re okay with this?” There’s so much kindness in his voice, seeping into your skin. You know this is your chance to pull back, to continue the steady incline of your relationship with him instead of this jump. You don’t know if it’s your horny brain taking over or your logical side agreeing with it but, you want this.

“Zeke, if you don’t fuck me I’ll probably cry.” Maybe that wasn’t the best response to this situation, you realize, but you’ve long passed the point of being embarrassed for this. He lets out a rough laugh at your response, pressing his thumbs into the juncture of your thigh and hips. Before he does anything he wrestles a pillow from beneath the couch to sit under your hips, making you wiggle until you are comfy. 

“We can’t have that, now can we?” It’s mocking but filled with affection. He glides his cock over your slick cunt to wet it a bit before prodding at your hole, sliding ina bit slowly to let you adjust. “Shit-” It feels completely different -- puffy, your insides are swollen and plush, caging his cock in an enticing vice. 

His fingers are digging into your thighs as he holds his cock, pushing in until he reaches the base. Your nails are clasped to his bicep and you swear your eyes roll back from the pressure of his cock inside you. Stretches your walls to the max, pushing against all the soft ridges of your cunt. 

“‘S too much-” He’s barely even moved since he’s been inside you and you’re already complaining? With your slurred words? Cute. 

“You can handle it, can’t you?” He shouldn’t be mean, but this isn’t really mean, is it? Rocking his hips into yours, making sure the pillow propping up your hips stays in place, there are tears rimming your lashes from pleasure and little whines being pushed out of you from the force of his thrusts. You can’t even respond with words, he’s too deep and it feels too good and it’s been too long since experiencing this. You barely even use the dildos you have but he’s bigger, thick around the middle and the tip of his cock hammering into your soft patches that you can never reach, that send you closer to the edge sooner than you think. 

The creaking of the couch echoes off the walls but the slaps of his thighs meeting yours feel much louder, it almost makes you dizzy. Zeke is glad your belly hasn’t gotten bigger otherwise he wouldn’t be able to situate himself on top of you anymore, elbows caging you in, his full-bodied warmth comforting you. You whisper curses into his mouth as he kisses you, still rocking into you, your legs wrapped around the back of his thighs to pull him ever deeper into you. Moans trapped by his lips and his own raspy groans by yours. Arms wrapped around his midsection with you nails digging into his back, your nipples brushing against his chest which is pleasurable in it’s own torturous way.

He can feel your plush cunt clench around him sporadically and your thighs tighten around him. The feeling deep in your belly is about to snap, the tears clinging to your lashes roll down the sides of your face and Zeke makes them disappear with wet kisses and a rough thumb, pushing your chin down to capture your lips with his again. “Gonna cum for me?” There he is again with a cock lilt to his voice that has your cunt quivering around his cock, but you have no room to complain right now. You are sure you’re leaving red streaks down his back now because it feels like every muscle in your body is tightening as you cream around his cock, leaving a translucent ring for him to mess up with a few more well placed thrusts that have him reaching closer to his own orgasm. “Cummin’ so pretty for me- fuck.” You hold him close and continue to constrict your cunt walls around him, his head placed near your neck for him to bite at as he fills you up, a deep rock into you and he stills, plugging his cum inside you. 

Zeke wishes he could lay here forever, your belly between him and you, and him inside you. It’s a comfort in it’s own right, seeing you filled with him, claimed with his kid inside you, ontop of you in borderline possessiveness. There’s things you both need to speak about but right now he can predict you saying you are either hungry or needing a bath, or both. 

After you both catch your breath he leans back, slipping his cock out in the process. It’s picturesque, seeing his seed slip from your cunt and down your ass, sticking in the curls around your cunt in the process, and seeing the previous fruits of his seed growing inside you. He didn’t expect to like it this much but fuck. You look godly, basking in the aftermath of a wonderful orgasm, truly glowing. 

/ / :

“After you have this kid I’m fucking marrying you.” He doesn’t mean to say it but it’s too late to turn back now. Post-ciotal bliss must be fogging up his head.

You give him a wild deshevled look as you prop yourself up on an elbow. “Wha- Zeke what the fuck? Is this your way of trying to propose to me?” 

It hurts that you sound offended but he does deserve that. “No, not yet, we have a lot to do before proposing.” His hands rub over your naked belly as he looks down at you. 

“What does that even mean?” 

“It means I have a lot of time between now and when you have them and I’m taking advantage of every second.” 

You cough out a laugh, “You’re ridiculous. Our baby won’t be able to stand you, I bet.”

You don’t even notice the slip-up but he does -- ours, not my. “Of course, they won’t be able to stand, they’re a baby, they can’t even hold their heads up on their own.” 

The pillow that was behind your head hits his face and he is laughing deep within his chest. You’re complaining about he’s going to evolve into worse and worse dad jokes but ah, if you are godly this must be heaven.

𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ♡ 

//: 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

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Pregnant!Omega!Izuku

Anon:  Can you do pregnant omega Izuku or All Might or both pretty please ^.^

(It feels like an amazing day for some pregnant omega Izuku. He is possibly the cutest person ever and this is exactly what I need to write after my afternoon reading about highways in South Korea for my history module :(. I hope you enjoy!)

Warnings: Mpreg and copious amounts of crying.

If you thought your omega was a cry baby before. My goodness, it gets 100x worse when he’s pregnant.

Any strong emotions and this boy will just burst into tears.

He bursts into tears sometimes because he just loves his pup so damn much.

To make things worse, when he gets distressed, he gets very defensive around anyone he doesn’t trust 100%. Because he’s pregnant, his instincts interpret his distress as a threat to his pup, and he will not calm down unless his alpha or someone like his mother is there with him. 

The presence of strangers will make him feel a whole lot worse.

He really wants you to be there with him as much as possible during his pregnancy. Every doctors appointment, every evening and every weekend as the very least.

His chest becomes very sensitive towards the later stages of his pregnancy, to the point where is can become very painful, and he really appreciates if you gently massage him sometimes.

Izuku’s nest is actually beautiful. (If you can move past the All Might plushies and cushions 🙃) It’s simple but so cozy, and for his pregnancy, he loves to cuddle in it.

He loves his nest so much that, as long as his pregnancy is low risk, he will choose to have a home birth. 

He wants to be surrounded by things that reduce his anxiety when in labour.

Izuku purrs all. the. time. when you’re with him.

Izuku also really wants to do that thing where you take a photo of his stomach every day/week of his pregnancy so he can document his pregnancy journey. After his pup is born, every time Izuku looks back on these photos, he’s immediately tempted to get pregnant again, especially when he’s near his heat . He is so cute, I swear.

Izuku actually doesn’t mind his friends and acquaintances touching his baby bump.

He is the definition of glowing for the entire of his pregnancy and he wants to share that with the people in his life.

But he doesn’t let fans or strangers go anywhere near his pup, just in case. He’s quite a paranoid parent.

Izuku has a few cravings during his pregnancy.  Mainly strawberry biscuits. 

He goes through so many boxes of those biscuits.

He if craves them in the middle of the night, he won’t beg his alpha to go and get them like most pregnant omegas would, he’ll actually attempt to get them himself. You have to explain to him that you would rather go shopping in the middle of the night than let your pregnant omega go out in the dark alone.

Izuku does struggle somewhat with being assigned to desk duty at work. As soon as he finds out he’s pregnant he transfers because of the dangerous nature of his work, and he feels useless for the first time in a long while. He needs emotional support from you during this time.

He feels better if you cuddle with him, cook him something to eat, maybe run him a bath. A little spoiling will help Izuku during any problem during his pregnancy.

Izuku loves when you talk, sing or read to the pup through his tummy. Izuku thinks it’s the sweetest thing. (and therefore will cry a little bit every time you do it)

You were not having a good day. You growled lightly just thinking about the day you had had. Your phone had died when you were at work, the train home was delayed by two whole hours because a tree fell on the tracks, and you knew for a fact that you had missed dinner.

Ever since Izuku had stopped working, he made a point of cooking dinner for you every day when you got back from work. You tried to tell him that it wasn’t necessary and that he needed to rest, but Izuku wanted to feel useful and like he contributed to the household. 

It made him happy, and you couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy coming home to a delicious meal, so you both embraced the new routine. 

But today you were late. 

You could just imagine the disappointment on your mate’s face as he waited for you to come home until giving up and putting it away in the fridge. The thought of upsetting your pregnant mate made you feel sick. You quickened your pace towards your front door.

Swinging open the door, you went straight to the kitchen, figuring that your mate might be cleaning up after dinner. You were wrong, but the food was there, sitting innocently on the table. You touched it lightly. Stone cold. You felt the guilt gnawing at your stomach. Izuku made you your favourite.

If he wasn’t in here then he was probably in his nest. You sighed and made your way to your bedroom. You faltered outside the door for a moment. You could hear...sobbing?

Bursting into the room, you focused immediately on your crying mate who was bundled in his nest, clutching several plushies you had scented this morning to his chest. He sat up suddenly when he saw you standing in the doorway, his favourite blanket pooling around his hips. His shirt was dishevelled, riding up slightly. You could see a sliver of his pregnant tummy peeking through.

“Alpha!” Izuku cried, large tears falling down his face uncontrollably. “You didn’t come home from work, I thought-” He cut himself off with a sob, lifting his arms up towards you instead of speaking.

You didn’t hesitate to pull him into your arms, settling you both as best as possible into his nest. Izuku didn’t stop sobbing, pawing at your shoulders. You shushed him gently, rubbing big, soothing circles onto his tummy. You could feel the pup getting restless underneath your palm. At least you knew the pup was okay, even if your mate was not.

A few minutes passed and you could feel Izuku start to sag against you, exhausted from his breakdown. You pressed a few kisses against his mating mark.

“What happened, Izu?” You spoke gently into his ear, trying not to upset him any more than possible.

Izuku sniffled, bringing up a hand to wipe at his face.

“When you didn’t come home,” Izuku started. “I couldn’t stop thinking that something had happened. I’ve seen so much working as a hero, and when you didn’t answer your phone, I thought... I thought-” His eyes started filling up with tears again.

“No, no, no.” You hushed him, releasing a soothing scent. “I’m right here, calm down.”

You settled him down further into his nest, trying to prompt him to straighten up some of the pillows and blankets. You watched him begin to fuss over his nest, calming down slowly, muttering under his breath as he did it. You smiled fondly, knowing how embarrassed he would be when he calmed down and realised how much he had overreacted. He was the cutest omega ever, but maybe you were biased.

Note to self: Don’t forget to charge your phone, lest you upset your pregnant mate.