#and suddenly the words ​‘im doing bad’ slipped out of my mouth. which is crazy because i would never admit to anything like that.

[mushed-kid]

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[alygatorwrites]

can I request a lil something? during the end of the manga or after the timeskip if you haven't read it yet, reiner still has feelings for historia and reader has one-sided feelings for him.

pieck gives reiner a small hint, saying he's wasting time while there's someone close to him that cares for him and points to you. he doesn't understand at first and maybe is conflicted about his feelings for you because of historia. reader is cool about it as she doesn't expect him to reciprocate her feelings.

a rollercoaster of emotions later, maybe there is a happy ending tho? i am curious to see what you can come up with 😭😭 i have dreaming of this scenario before bed and i can't help but get jealous of his crush on historia abjdsndks maybe you can help reiner reciprocate reader-chan's feelings or not

thank u so much aly 💖🥺

reciprocation

pairing: reiner braun x reader

a/n: OMG yesss! honestly, i was kinda annoyed at how reiner still had a crush on historia. i know that isayama wanted to show how everything went back to normal, but i was hoping that reiner would have a bigger role in the allied nations instead of being "dumbed down" to having an obsession with her. MAYBE THATS JUST THE JEALOUSY SPEAKING LMAO 😭 i was hoping this would be longer, although school has been killing me so im really sorry!! i hope its okay 💗💕 thank you honey!

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as reiner is handed historia’s letter, you fold your hands on the table and watch him without a word. when he reads the lines and smells the parchment - jean saying something snarky afterward - you say nothing.

you want reiner to be happy: you want to see him at ease like this more, face soft as the leaf of the page flits from his pinched fingers.

and so you let the man speak about historia like she’s a damn goddess, gushing over her handwriting, and keep your goddamn mouth shut. ignore your jealousy. your feelings.

the truth is, you’re in love with reiner.

you can’t even remember how it happened, but you can remember the first time you looked into those hazel eyes, and how you knew that they were going to stick with you for eternity.

you’ve come to accept his crush on the queen, though. reciprocation was never an option in your mind.

when jean begins to chew reiner out for lusting after a married woman, and reiner says something about jean being a horse, pieck’s gaze lands on you. “you’re rather quiet,” she says softly, resting her head on her palm.

you shrug, turning away from her. “i’m just tired.”

pieck catches your chin between her lithe fingers, and turns you to face her with a tiny smile. the young woman is very perceptive, and you’ve known her long enough. 

that’s when you notice the twinkle in her eye. she’s planning something.

pieck releases your jaw then, sitting up in her chair. “you’re wasting your time, reiner,” she says suddenly. “there’s already someone you know who cares for you.”

you pretend to not hear pieck - and definitely pretend you don’t see her faintly point at you through your peripheral. the movement of her fingers is barely there, but you catch it.

damn you, pieck.

the way you’re now pinned underneath armin, jean, connie, and reiner’s stares makes your stomach tie itself into knots with bubbling reluctance. shit, this is awkward. you want to run away.

still, you peer over to study reiner’s reaction. he looks confused at first, the contours of his face unreadable. you swear you see connie facepalm at the man’s cluelessness.

then reiner’s expression slowly changes: his eyes widen in awe, lips parting slightly, and brows knitting together. he seems genuinely surprised - and conflicted.

conflicted? why?

there’s no time to explain yourself though, because the door creaks open and annie steps in. her words fall on your deaf ears, and when everyone stands up to leave, you’re the first one out of the room. work beckons you as always.

two days pass.

you’ve been busy filling out tons of paperwork pertaining to the allied nations, so when you’re finally given a day off, you take it with open arms. 

freedom at last.

you lean against a bench outside of headquarters, enjoying the salty breeze that flutters along your skin. it’s dusk, the sky covered in a gradient of neon colors as the sun dips below the horizon.

you haven’t seen reiner since that day in the conference room. you wonder how he’s doing, what he’s thinking, how he’s holding up -

“hey.”

speak of the devil. you glance over your shoulder toward the voice, low and familiar.

reiner approaches you, clad in his uniform: the suit hugs his large frame perfectly, showing every flex of his muscles, and his blonde hair is neatly parted. the black tie looped around his neck just pulls it all together. it has you weak at the knees every. single. time.

“hey,” you answer, giving reiner a smile as he stops beside you.

and that’s when your heart lurches at the sight of him.

the sunset highlights reiner’s profile in gold, a heavenly shine that settles upon his blonde lashes and the flawless slope of his nose. the flecks in his irises sparkle – a beautiful mixture of soft browns and muted greens. the only thing you can do right now is admire the man. 

his words are what breaks you out of your daydream.

“work has been crazy lately, huh?” reiner says, focused on the candy-floss clouds and their fluffy shapes.

“well - yeah, pretty much. i don’t want to look at a pen or a piece of paper ever again.”

“that bad?”

“you have no idea. i almost regret marley and paradis reconciling.”

reiner chuckles gently at the joke, but it’s strained. his forehead remains creased, and he’s not really smiling. the emotion there is more … doubtful. it’s like he’s having some sort of inner conflict.

hopefully reiner’s not acting cautious because of the other day. you know he doesn’t return your feelings, and that’s totally okay. you’re happy enough being with him like this. “i’m not mad or anything, y’know.”

reiner stiffens at that. there’s a white flash of teeth when he chews on his lower lip. “i know.”

“good,” you hum, breathing out a sigh of relief. your core twists with envy when you force a grin. bite it back. tease him like always. “so about historia … ”

reiner’s eyes go wide almost comically, and you hear the breath in his lungs leave his firm chest in one exhale. there’s a light blush staining his cheeks now. it’s funny; he’s so goddamn big, yet he’s such a teddy bear.

“y-yeah,” reiner mutters. you observe the way his brows pinch together as he awkwardly shifts in place. it takes a while before the man composes himself again, which is strange.

is he scared or something? what the hell?

“pieck,” reiner hesitates for a moment. the golden strands of his hair ruffle in the wind and he appears ... well, lost. “was she being serious?”

the question is a shocker - jeez, he could have at least let you prepare yourself. a firm ‘no’ almost slips out, but you’ve never been much of a liar. not to reiner, anyway. crossing your arms against your chest, you inhale sharply and nod. avoid staring at him face-to-face. “yep.”

“ … why me?”

reiner says the words with a mixture of spite and anguish, a casual and rumbling voice. you immediately turn your head, frowning. “what?”

“i’ve done so many horrible things.” reiner exhales heavily and stares down at his hands; perhaps he’s imagining all the blood they’ve been stained with. “i betrayed everyone. i killed innocent people - all because i was selfish.”

it’s no surprise that reiner is broken after everything he’s been through, but it pains you to know that he continues to suffer in silence. whatever war is raging inside his ribcage tears him apart piece by piece, and you wish you could carry the burden. 

there’s probably nothing you can say to convince reiner that he was just a kid, a victim of circumstance. there’s nothing that can persuade him to see himself the way you do.

so you decide to tell reiner why you love him. 

you explain the amount of admiration you hold for him. tell him that you love the way he just wants to be someone his comrades can lean on, like a big brother. tell him that you think he’s the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen and how you think he deserves the world.

the way you spill your guts out snaps every nerve in your body. you don’t say everything you want to – but you tell him enough. a dark flush spreading across your face, you find the courage to look at him.

the world seems to stop on its axis when you find reiner staring right on back. the intensity of his eyes is stunning; they’re lit up with astonishment and affection.

god, the affection. you see it clear as day. maybe one of the greatest regrets in his life is how he forced himself to see you only as a friend.

that’s when he reaches out to you.

reiner retracts his hand twice, unsure, before slowly brushing his fingertips against yours. the touch is so feather-light that you almost can’t feel it. it’s a test - he’s waiting to see if you pull away. you can’t even move if you wanted to, because his fond gaze keeps you rooted to the spot before him. 

when you don’t recoil, reiner finally moves to gently hold your hand; his palm is so much bigger than yours, and your fingers slot together perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle’s final piece. 

heart thrumming like a hummingbird has been stuffed into your chest, you’re almost at a loss for words and come to a realization.

this utterly amazing man likes you. always has. 

but reiner shoved away the feelings for one simple reason; you deserved ‘better.’ focusing on the old crush he had on historia was a distraction - an attempt to convince himself to stop thinking about you.

because looking at you everyday and not being able to act upon his feelings was too painful.

“is this okay?” reiner asks lowly. there’s a slight pinkness to his cheeks, the color of a selfless love.

by some miracle, you manage to nod dumbly. “yeah, of course. it’s fine.” it’s amazing is what you actually want to say.  

reiner squeezes your hand at the reassurance, a sigh escaping from his throat. “i really—”

you wait for him to finish, but he doesn’t. reiner just searches your profile for signs of discomfort, and then untwines your hands to bravely swipe a thumb along the length of your cheekbone. 

there’s no time to speak because he’s already leaning down.  

the sensation of reiner’s lips pressing against yours lights your skin ablaze; you can feel the curling flames of passion sear your soul, made even more intense by the warmth of the sunlight on your back.

it’s natural, it’s tender, it’s warm.

reiner’s breath rattles into your mouth when you rest both palms against his solid chest and deepen the kiss. the musky smell of his aftershave and cologne envelops you completely, and fuck, it’s so good. your arms wrap around him, fingers passing over the sharp slopes of his shoulder blades.

as much as you wish the kiss could go on endlessly, there are people gathering outside. avoiding any unwanted attention from nosy strangers is very much appreciated.

you pull away to nuzzle your nose into reiner, and he rests his chin on your shoulder, protective arms moving to loop around your waist. it’s such an intimate caress that it sparks your brain into overdrive.

as the rushing sound of the breeze comes back to your ears through the quiet, you tuck the kiss away to be remembered forever. that’s all there is to it. being close to reiner like this - swaying together like wildflowers in the wind - is more important than anything else.

“i like you,” reiner murmurs.

the suddenness of it makes you laugh, and you can feel the upward quirk of reiner’s lips - a whisper of a peaceful smile and a sweet, sweet promise.

[sevendeadlymorons]

How about a request were Satan is stress out from cooking duty and Mc gives him a helping hand by fucking him on the counter to help him relive some stress from cooking.😺

I- IM SORRY I SAW THESE TWO REQUESTS AND WANTED TO PUT HIM IN A KITTY MAID DRESS AND FUCK HIM ON THE COUNTER SO BAD, IT JUST FELT EXTRA SAUCY I HOPE THATS OK, YOU TWO 😩

Oh and I presume this is meant for M!MC?? If not I’m sorry aha...

Also for the second anon, thank you, love. I’m happy you love my work x

M!MC Fucking Satan on the Counter in a Cat Maid Dress

WARNING: NSFW // Smut

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It was just you and Satan that night

The boys had decided to go out for dinner but you and Satan were busy that night so decided against it

Instead, you two planned to have a lovely dinner together, all alone

But since it was just the two of you that night, you thought you could switch it up a little

You’d recently been seeing cat maid outfits on Akuzon ever since Levi had asked to use your phone for ‘research’

So knowing how much Satan loves cats, you impulsively bought it; a big brown box appearing at your door the very night you two happened to be alone

You grinned and rushed into Satan’s room, bursting through the door with the dress over your arm

“You gotta wear this for our date!”

The word ‘date’ slipping out of your mouth made you blush a little so you’re thankful he skipped over it

“Why...?”

He stated at you, confused and baffled as in one arm was a black dress with an apron and in the other a pair of cat ears and a tail

You gave him puppy eyes as you tried your best to look disappointed

A small chuckle escaped his lips as he walked forward to grab the clothes off of you, examining them in front of him

He sighs and smiled, nodding in confirmation to your request, to which you smile happily and kiss his cheek then rush back out thd room to get ready for the dinner

A few hours pass and you’re sat in your room on your phone, hearing the pots and pans of Satan preparing the food

You wonder if he’s currently wearing the outfit you gave him

A smile creeps on your face as you imagine him admiring himself in the mirror with his little cat ears and tail on

You couldn’t stop the curiosity from arising as you wander downstairs into the kitchen to see Satan leaned against the counter, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose...

In a maid dress and cat ears

You feel the blush spread to your ears as you look over him, the dress coming slightly over his knees as the pink, knee high socks with cat patterns on it were on full show, the apron frilly and white and a little red bell collar around his neck

But he looked so stressed as he continued to pinch the bridge of his nose and massage his temples, leaning his head against the cupboards

You frown and walk up to him, watching the stress on his face practically disappear as he sees you

“Are you doing alright?”

You ask, still frowning as you press yourself up besides him on the counter

He chuckles and nods slowly

“Just slightly stressed is all”

He looks over and smiles, a light blush covering his cheeks, perhaps from being caught wearing this ridiculous dress

You smile back and reach for the ears of his costume, stroking his hair and petting the fake ears, watching him blush even harder at your delicate touch

You trail your hands down from his head to the bell on his neck, giving it a little flick and hearing it chime

You hadn’t even noticed it, but you’d gotten up from the spot besides him and is now standing right in front of him... Leaned in close with your knee between his legs

You look up at him, slightly shocked but at this point, just from the look of him was turning you on like crazy...

You bite your lip gently and lean in, catching his lips in a kiss as your hand finds its way back towards his hair, wrapping your fingers in it and twirling strands of his blond hair around your finger

You press yourself up to him, feeling his body against yours and hearing the slight ‘tink’ of his bell as you accidentally hit it

You suddenly lift him up and place him on the counter, hearing him gasp as you lean in to whisper in his ear

“Then how about... I help you de-stress?”

You purr and feel him shiver, his legs wrapping around your waist subconsciously as he leans in for more kisses, his legs squeezing you desperately

You feel yourself getting more aroused as his arms travel to your neck, wrapping around you to pull your head closer to deepen the kiss

You grab his face and caress his cheek, slipping your tongue in and subtly going to pull down his underwear from underneath the frilly black dress

You chuck it aside after he allows you to pull them off and you break the kiss, listening to him whine as you spread his legs and lift up the dress; his cock hard and on show for you to see

You smirk and look up at him as you jerk him off, palming yourself with the other hand as his eyes watch you whilst you do it

You slip your cock out of your jeans and let them fall to your ankles, stroking yourself so he can see; watching his own cock spring up in excitement

You pull him forwards so his ass is touching your crotch and you start to lick your fingers, salivating them so you could stretch him out before pounding into him

You slip one then two fingers into him, stretching out your fingers inside of his asshole until he’s moaning in your ear, the sensation wet and new to him

You take your fingers out after readying him and you position yourself over his hole, his face lewd and ready for you

You quickly kiss him as you slip easily inside, his ass smoothly taking you whole as you thrust in and out of him, a few moans escaping from both of your lips as you touch each other’s bodies

You gradually begin to pound in to him, the sound of the bell around his neck and his lustful cries the only things you could hear

He leans his head on your shoulder and pants as he feels your cock throb inside of him, the length of you filling him up and making him want to cum already

You mess with his ears and neck, sucking lightly on him as you grab his thighs to fuck into him harder, hearing loud slapping noises from your balls hitting his ass

He grabs his dick and starts jerking himself off, his head now hitting the cupboards behind him as you pound into him mercilessly, the grip of your fingernails leaving indents in his skin

His cries were ecstatic as he grabs a chunk of your hair and pulls you into a passionate kiss, exploring your mouth as you fuck him without a care in the world

You felt yourself getting closer; deciding to take longer strokes whilst you explore more of his body, feeling his inner thighs and pinching his nipples to make his orgasm more extreme

His body jolts and he starts to thrusts his hips into your strokes, feeling close already and desperately wanting to cum for you

You play with his tip as you take your last couple thrusts, emptying yourself inside of him and saying his name through your climax

You kept going until he soon after finishes, shooting his load onto his chest as parts of it dribbles onto the clean counter

You pull out and stroke his thigh one last time before kissing his cheeks and assisting him off the counter, his legs still shakey as he finds himself leaning back against the counter once more

“Feel better?”

You laugh as you face him, supporting him slightly so his legs don’t give out

All he could respond with was a sigh and a weak nod as he fixes up his dress and signals you to grab his boxers for him

He turns back to the counter after fully recovering and cleans up the mess he made with a towel, then finally starts to cook what he came down to make

You come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, playing with his tail and humming in his ear

He laughs and allows you to stay as he cooks the dinner you were sharing for your date

[corruptedconfessions]

I am sliding in to request some yandere incubus Kirishima 👀. Maybe dubcon with a bit of a resistant darling who he coaxes and persuades into fucking him. Maybe uses incubus powers to have her be more willing and overstimulates her like crazy. Go as wild as you want, I don’t mind 👀

A full month and 5.3k words later...it is finished.  From now on if anyone wants an example of my writing at its best (and most selfishly self indulgent) I shall send them this fic. 

Warnings for this one: Dub con, drugging (kinda? magical drugging), some violence/blood mention, Delusional Yan Kiri at its finest. 

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The house was still as he hovered outside of your window, peering inside carefully. You were normally asleep by this time…The redhead practically vibrated with excitement as he slipped his claws under your window, slowly pushing it up. He had broken the lock several months ago when he had first caught your scent, peering through your window and finding you in the midst of a wet dream, desperately rubbing your thighs together in your sleep as you gasped. You were just so tempting he couldn’t help himself from slipping inside and eating you up~

You had been so beautiful that night, arched out under the moonlight gasping and twitching around him. Every meal before you suddenly felt so lacking. He may have gotten a little…over excited and watched with guilt as you struggled to get through the next day, completely exhausted after how much he had fed off of you. Even despite the guilt he felt, he couldn’t help but feel a deep yearning towards you, the desire to take even more.

He had never felt the urge to eat the same meal twice before you. Yet he found himself returning to you night after night, every time hunger pains shot through him, whenever he felt his own magic and energy starting to fade yours was the first face that popped into his mind. He had tried to go to other food sources but they always felt…lacking. Bland and unseasoned, their noises and fluids did nothing to excite him the way yours did. He was left full and energized, fed to the brim after desperately taking and feeding on his new virgin meals, but it always left him antsy and unsatisfied, haunted by the memory of your scent, your taste, just you.

It had gotten to the point where he was…touching himself. Masturbating! At the thought of you! The shame was so deep he had wanted to rip off his wings and tail, ashamed that a high class Incubus like him would become so desperate over some random little human that he would lower himself to self pleasure was…horrifying to say the least.

He took a deep shuddering breath just at the memory of those dark times as he glided further into your room, letting your scent surround him as he purred softly. Your scent already had the stress from those memories melting away, leaving him feeling fuzzy and relaxed, as it should! His mate should calm him~

Mate…just the thought of the word had him warm and giddy inside. It had taken him weeks to realize what all the feelings he had meant, you smelling and tasting so good, he was left unable to feed properly. He almost felt ashamed that he had made you wait so long before he realized! Oh, he hoped you would forgive him! What was he thinking, of course, you would! The two of you were destined for each other of course!

Oh, it was so exciting! You would be only his to hold, his to touch! Your small, fragile mortal body would curl up against his, warm and soft against him, arching and nuzzling into his touches like a good little girl~ He would sweep you up into his arms, being praised as your manly hero as he takes you away from your pathetic human world! No one would be able to stop him or deny him of his claim.

He would kill them if they tried.

His hand was trembling slightly with excitement as he reached out towards your bed, pulling your blankets aside as he crawled into the bed, inhaling deeply as he let your scent wrap around him.

Oh…He was so giddy thinking of all the things he could do with you now! He had always dreamed of having his own little mate to call his~ Someone made to please him, to love him, to be with him. Every inch of you from your head all the way down to the tips of your toes was built to be perfect for him~ Would you feel the same about him? Already he ached for you, ached for your touch, as many Incubi did when they found their mates, but you were human. Still, he liked to think that you were just as drawn to him as he was to you.

He could already picture it, you looking up at him, teary eyed and sleepy, begging for him to crawl into your bed, wrap you up in his arms and wings and hold you so you could sleep. You would beg for him so prettily, whimpering that you can’t sleep without him. He would wrap you up tight in his arms, carry you to the bed and ravish you until you couldn’t stay awake anymore~ He gasped softly nuzzling your pillow, breathing in hard as he purred softly. How would he do it?

Maybe he’d bury himself between your thighs, lapping and sucking at your dripping cunt, drinking your juices and working you through orgasm after orgasm until you have no choice but to pass out from the pleasure. Or maybe he’d stuff you full of his cock, rocking slowly up into you, drinking up every noise of pleasure as he makes love to you; tenderly bringing you to completion as you stayed limp and submissive under him, falling asleep while still rolling in the pleasure he gave you.

You would be so good for him wouldn’t you? Let him take you over and over, let him please you and bring you to the heights of pleasure. You would never touch another ever again…too desperate and needy for him, so perfect for…

He moaned low and deep, his hand dragging over his dick that was straining hard against his loose fitting pants. Every nerve in his body felt on edge, even just the brushing of fabric against his skin sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. Fuck…He needed you so bad.

He couldn’t stop the small unmanly whimper that came from him as he tugged his pants down just enough for his member to pop out, the cold air hitting it leaving him shuttering hard. His teeth ached, begging to sink into your sensitive skin, to claim you, mark you up as his. He had never felt like this felt so…desperate.

It was addicting.

You did this to him…made him feel. Something he had always chased, desperate for the escape from the apathy that came with his cursed existence, doomed to forever chase the hunger and high of feeding off the pleasure of those who could feel. Yet here you were giving it to him freely. It was so addicting, to have all these feelings, towards you!!

He could never go back to the way it was before. He wouldn’t let it go back. He would kill anyone who tried to take you away from him, who tried to take this away…

He groaned, his entire body trembling all the way down to the tip of his tail as he slowly wrapped his fist around his cock, pumping it in his clawed hand. He could already imagine stuffing you full, coating you inside and out with his cum, claiming you so good no one would ever even question who you belonged to.

Oh, he couldn’t wait any longer! He wanted so badly to be inside you, cock nestled between your walls, your cunt squeezing down around him as his mouth and hands dragged over your soft skin. Already he could picture his claiming mark painted on your skin…

Something was nagging at him, an itch deep in the back of his brain as he swiped his thumb over his cock, huffing your scent as he pressed his face deeper into your pillow. He was missing something but he was too drunk on your scent, too focused on the build to his release to pay attention to the alarm bells blaring in his brain.

At least until he heard the bedroom door creak open followed by a frightened shriek.

“What the hell are you doing in my house?!”

He panicked, flailing as he spun around and sat up at the same time, staring at you wide eyed. Fuck! He had gotten so caught up in his fantasy he hadn’t even realized you weren’t in the bed, which meant you clearly weren’t asleep.

“I-I um, oh man I didn’t mean for you to meet me like this…”

You stared at him in confusion, eyes slowly dragging down until they locked onto his member, hard and leaking against his stomach. Your face immediately flushed hot, a startled squeak coming from you. Despite his panic as he tumbled out of your bed, clawed feet hitting your floor with loud clicks that just seemed to frighten you even more. He couldn't help the curl of amusement that swirled in his gut over the fact that you had immediately averted your eyes. Humans were always such silly things, so shy about sex and bits. Incubi were much more…open. Something you were going to have to get used to since he had no plans on hiding his dick away from his mate. Hell, the only reason he wore pants is because he thought they looked hella manly and cool! Like those famous actors from human movies! But now that he had a mate, he couldn’t imagine having something stopping him from just immediately taking you whenever and wherever he wanted, even if it was only for a second.

“Don’t be mad! I know im a bit late but I promise I’ll make it up to you~”

He calmed himself, grinning at you as he held his arms out as if asking for a hug as he advanced on you. You found yourself stumbling back as you stared at him in horror. He looked like something straight out of a horror movie, skin dark and reddened like blood, blackened horns jutting out and twisting around his head grotesquely, with every move the skin stretched over them almost seemed to pulse slightly as his slitted eyes roamed your body with a shamelessly large grin. Disgust and fear curled in your stomach as jagged sharp teeth were revealed to you, tapering off into sharp points just like the claws that spurted from his hands and feet. You could see a tail sway behind him, brushing the bottoms of large stretched out wings that were already curling towards you, stretching out as you stumbled back.

What…was he? For the briefest of moments you had thought it was the man from your dreams, warm and handsome as he fucked you, stuffed you full and left you shaking and crying for more. Every night you dreamt of him you woke up feeling sore but sated, your entire body aching but feeling so warm, the flashes of red hair and a bright smile still behind your eyelids. Warm moans and sweet praises still echoing faintly in your ears. This…thing in front of you was far from him.

“Stay the fuck away from me!”

You spun around, grabbing the door frame as you tensed, trying to run. Run where though? To the phone? Out the door? Should you scream for help? Who would believe you if you told them this this…demon was in your house, jerking off in your bed?

You had just barely made it out the door, feet sliding across the wood floor and nearly tripping you up when he moved too. In a flash he was through the door, behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the floor. You hadn’t even seen him move from his spot standing next to your bed.

“Let go of me! You sick fuck! Pervert! Help!”

You screamed kicking and flailing in his arms as he easily held you up off the floor. You tried elbowing his head, biting, scratching, hitting him in any way you could with your back pressed tightly against his chest and strong arms restraining you by your waist. He just laughed brightly as you hit him, any strikes just bouncing off his hard skin as he turned around to walk you back to your room.

“Feisty! I like that!”   

Rage filled your chest when he laughed at your attempts to free yourself. He was left unaffected while you were left throbbing in pain, every hit feeling like you were trying to punch a boulder. It was hopeless attacking him, it was clear he was stronger than you. So you did the only thing you could think to do.

You grabbed onto the door frame as he walked through, clutching it hard enough it hurt, refusing to let go even when he tugged you lightly. The bright grin that had been plastered on his face faded slightly, and you took that victory and clung to it, clutching the door frame tighter.

”Come on, don’t be like that. I know you want to play hard to get but I don’t want to hurt you. Look, you’re hurting yourself. Let go.”

You clung tighter, ignoring the rough wood digging into your palms hard enough that you were sure you would have slivers and cuts when you did let go. You didn’t care.

“Hard to get?! I'm not playing anything! Let go of me!”

You twisted trying to kick him again, lips curling into a snarl as he sighed at you. He shifted you in his hold, one arm unwinding from your waist just to hook under your thighs as he stepped closer, holding you firmer against his chest.

“You’re just nervous~ Don’t worry, Im sure any mortal would be, you probably don’t understand it completely yet, do you?~ I’ll help you relax~”

Understand what? Did the man have some sort of delusional fantasy about you? Anxiety filled you as you squirmed in the new grip as best as you could, trying to shove him away without letting go of your deathgrip on your door. You opened your mouth to snap at him, argue even more, kick and scream, anything so he would let go of you when a sweet scent started pouring off of the beast. You were breathing hard, both from the yelling and fighting, you got a large lungful of the smell before you could even register it was there.

The effects were immediate. Your head spun hard, hard enough you had to squeeze your eyes closed to stop the way the room suddenly spun hard, your entire body instantly falling limp in his arms.

“There you go~ Much better…”

You forced your eyes open again once everything stopped spinning so hard, staring up at the demon holding you with wide confused eyes. What did he do to you? He had shifted you so he was cradling you bridal style, you reached up to push at his chest, to push him away. You tried at least, your movements were slow, your body feeling weak. You pressed your hands against his chest, but you couldn’t find the strength to shove at him, to resist the jolts of pleasure that shocked you when you touched him.

“Easy there~ You might rile me up even more.”

You felt your face grow hot as he grinned down at you, ripping your hands away from his chest through pure will alone. Your cheeks burned  even hotter when he chuckled down at you, sitting down on your bed and turning to settle you down in his lap.

You shook hard as he wound his tail around your waist, tugging you until you were in a position he liked, large hands pressing against your stomach and sliding down your thighs, exploring your body, your skin in a way that felt so familiar…like he had done it before. You felt painfully aware of how his chiseled chest felt pressed against your back, how in this position, with your legs spread wide to try and straddle his thick thighs you could feel his hard on brushing up against your panties. You could feel your tummy flip as your cunt twitched, clenching down on nothing with every brush against your clothed heat.

“Please don’t hurt me…”

You were panting hard, desperate panicked breaths just proving to intoxicate you further, the sweet scent pouring off of him twisting around your senses and filling your head up. Every breath you took drained more of your fight out of you, panic and fear slowly being replaced with something…warm. Something sweet. You couldn’t bring yourself to push him away or thrash and fight like you were before. You felt disconnected from your body, willing it to move but you couldn’t manage more than the weak twitches of your fingertips and toes. You wanted to jump, pull away, do anything. Shamefully you noticed you were getting wet, soaking through your panties as your entire body tingled, arousal coiling tight in your gut.

“Oh, no, no, sweetie~ I’d never hurt you…Well, not unless you wanted me to.”

He grinned down at you, sharp and dangerous, his jagged teeth glinting under the moonlight that poured in from the open window.

You were panting hard, every weak gasp for air just proving to drunken you even further as you breathed in his scent, unable to stop yourself from slumping against his body. You trembled mewling weakly as his claws trailed down your skin, even just the soft scrape of his claws against your skin sending jolts of pleasure straight to your throbbing cunt. You jolted against his chest when his fingers finally pressed flat against your abdomen, claws easily hooking under your panties, hand sliding in to cup your privates fully.

“Good girl~ So wet for me~”

You trembled in his arms, flushing bright red when his hand was quickly coated in your fluids, hyperaware of the feeling of it slowly dripping out of your throbbing sex. You were painfully focused on his touch as his middle finger dipped between your lips, rubbing at your clit and entrance all at once, smirking as you jolted hard, a loud startled moan bubbling from your chest before you could stop it. You shuttered in his arms, whimpering as you arched back against him as he kept moving, rubbing at you as a deep growl vibrated through his chest.

“That’s it~ Good girl~”

You gasped, keening softly as he pulled his hand out of your underwear, making sure to drag his finger across your clit the entire way. Immediately his hands hooked under your bare thighs, smearing your juices across your skin as he lifted you up. 

“Let's get you out of these~”

He purred as he maneuvered you, easily holding you up with one hand as he dipped one clawed finger under the band of your panties, easily shredding through the fabric and tossing it to the side. You gasped whimpering as cold air finally hit your heated flesh. God...it felt like you were burning up. You could feel wetness dripping out of you, coating your thighs and dripping down onto his cock. You wanted to feel shame, fear, but your thoughts were too fuzzy, too consumed by the overwhelming lust that filled your entire body. 

“Now you’re getting into it, such a good girl~ My good little mate...Fuck you’re so soaked for me~”

You shivered moaning softly at his deep voice in your ear as he picked you up yet again, moving you until you were face down on the bed, hips propped up so he could grind his swollen cock against your dripping cunt. You found yourself drooling into your mattress as you desperately tried to rock back against his cock with your limited mobility. Fuck...you just...needed. You whined high and loud, frustrated as he chuckled down at you, his claws brushing down your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he cooed down at you. 

“Be patient. I’ll give you what you need...”

The sweet smell got even stronger as he leaned over you, pressing his chest against your back, cock rubbing between his thighs as his hands moved up to cup your breasts. You found yourself melting into the touch, panting and mewling weakly as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, claws leaving shallow scratches across your skin. Even that felt good…

“Such a good mate! Look at you, so gorgeous...I could eat you forever, you know~”

He purred nipping at your ear as he drank up your sweet pleasured cries, rocking his hips between yours as he thrust blindly between your thighs. Low grunts and groans were panted out right in your ear as he rut against your pussy, blindly searching for your entrance. 

“Gonna fill you up so good...fill you full of my seed. Make you mine!”

He growled his cock bumping against your hole, nudging against it before sliding past. Growling again he slowly pulled back, keeping his hands around your stomach as he lined himself up before thrusting into you. Claws pricked at your stomach, drawing small beads of blood as he forced you to take him all the way to the base in one thrust. 

You cried out, trembling hard as you clamped down around his cock as he stuffed you full. Your brain was telling you it should hurt, you shouldn’t’ve been able to take him like that, but all you could think about was the waves of pleasure rolling through you as you moaned. It was like you were molded to his cock, made to take him, made to be filled like this. The overwhelming feeling of wholeness made your head spin as pleasure danced along your spine. 

“You feel so good around me, baby~ I knew you were made to take me like this...that very first time your pretty little cunt wrapped around my cock, I knew I loved you.”

He gushed eagerly, voice rough in your ear as he rambled between moans, rocking his hips inside of you. First time…? What did he mean by-

You didn’t have time to register that fully, let alone ask him. He pulled out, cock dragging against your walls as you twitched and clenched around him before immediately thrusting back in, leaving you arching back against his chest, crying out for him. 

“You’re so tight~ It’s like you never want to let me go~ You must love me a whole lot, don’t you, baby?”

He growled happily in your ear as he started a rough and brutal pace, hips slapping against yours, the force of each thrust hard enough you found yourself jolting forward, only held in place by the iron grip he had around your stomach. 

He fucked you like he was making a claim, the wet sounds of your pussy clenching around him with every thrust filling the room along with his grunts and growls and your desperate pleasured cries. All you could do was hold on, your hands balled into fists as you clung to the sheets below you as waves of pleasure rolled over you, unable to think of anything but Kirishima. Every breath you took was his scent, all you could feel was his cock thrusting deep inside of you, his chest pressed against yours, the way he was kissing and nipping at your jaw. 

You didn’t even realize he had never told you his name, the very one you were whimpering. 

“Look, baby~ I'm right here.” 

You could feel the toothy grin against the back of your neck as a large hand pressed against your stomach, pushing hard enough you could feel every single thrust all the more. You sobbed in pleasure torn between grabbing his hand and ripping it away from your stomach and pushing it harder against it. Anything to keep the pleasure dancing behind your eyes. 

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, long enough that your throat felt raw, that your neck and shoulders ached with the bruises and marks he had left behind. Your nipples felt rubbed raw and sensitive. Everything blurred together, you were left limp and submissive in the demon’s arms, as he fucked you, snarling into the back of your neck. Compliments and praises were still raining down on you but they rolled off of you before you could even begin to process them. All you could think about was that heat coiling in your belly, you wanted to cum so badly. You whimpered desperately clenching down around him as you bucked your hips backwards, trembling hard when he snarled, thrusting his hips back inside you hard enough you actually found yourself sliding forward. 

“Shit, I’m close, baby...Are you going to cum with me?”

His voice was warped, deep and gravely, sounding harsher, darker than before. It wasn’t a voice that any human could ever hope to have. Still you whined high in your throat, nodding desperately, anything! You just wanted to cum so bad! Every time you got close, teased with that release it danced away from you, denying you of it. Not this time.

You nearly sobbed in pleasure as he started thrusting harder, hips stuttering as his cock pulsed hard inside of you. It only took one...two...three thrusts before he was roaring, the sound loud enough it vibrated through your body, your ears ringing as he came. He kept thrusting as he spilled inside of you, cum spilling out your hole around his cock and flooding down your thighs. He kept thrusting hard inside of you until he grabbed your hips with both hands, yanking you back onto his cock as he thrust as deep as he could. You seized up, screaming as you came, vision whiting out as you spasmed around his cock, drool spilling down your chin as your eyes rolled back. Wave after wave flooded through you, leaving you shaking and sobbing through the pleasure, immediately falling limp like a marionette with its strings cut the second it started to fade. You could hear his and your heavy breaths filling the otherwise silent room, feel the cum dripping down your thighs and pooling around your knees. 

He waited until you both had caught your breaths, still shaking and sweaty against each other's bodies before he suddenly lunged down, teeth sinking into your shoulder. You screamed in agony as sharp fangs sunk into your skin, tearing through your flesh. The grip around you tightened as he held you still, slurping and lapping at the blood that flowed heavily from the wound.  

You dropped to the mattress the second he pulled away, hanging limply in his hold as he slowly set you down. It felt like your very life had been sucked out of you, leaving you weak and confused, unable to navigate the maze of your own mind through the fog of pleasure and lust and now pain that had filled it. Black crept around the edges of your vision as everything started to blur together. Your eyes felt so heavy...

“Hey...None of that now. Not yet.”

You whined low in your throat as he grabbed your hair, making your neck arch back as you blearily blinked up at him, your shoulder throbbed hard, protesting the new position as it pulsed in pain, blood oozing out of the wound slowly. Your vision was reduced to shadows and movements, watching as the blurry outline of the demon sank his fangs into his own thumb, pulling away darker. The same dark blur that covered his fangs dripped slowly down his hand. He slowly lowered it to your lips, thumb slipping into your mouth. You tried to cringe back as a heavy metallic taste filled your mouth, but the hand entangled in your hair prevented you from moving an inch. Instinctively you swallowed down the fluid that flooded your mouth, cringing even more as it coated your throat uncomfortably and filled your senses. You cried out pitifully around his thumb even as you suckled on it, wanting to squirm away but unable to find the energy to do so. 

“Shhh~ I know. You’re okay.”

His thumb slipped from your mouth, hand letting go of your hair, finally letting you fall limply to your mattress. Relief filled your body as you finally relaxed, aching from head to toe, faintly you could still feel your pussy throbbing with every beat of your heart. Your eyes slid closed, fully believing the hell that you had just been put through was over.

Of course you were wrong. 

It started small, a soft tingling in your back, slight warmth that you ignored due to the overwhelming heat of the demon still draped over you. You could still feel his gaze boring into you, waiting. You ignored him, pressing your face harder against the mattress below you, determined to either stay there until he left or you suffocated. 

At least until your back started burning. The subtle heat from before was gone, replaced with an inferno tearing apart your lower back, burning through your muscles and skin. Faintly you could hear agonized screaming somewhere far away, it took you a moment to realize that that was you screaming. You couldn’t focus on it, though, the pain leaving your mind floating as tears streamed down your face, chest heaving for air. 

And then...his voice cut through it all. Deep and rumbling through your ear it was like a soothing balm across the flames that were eating you alive. 

“Shh~ Just accept it, baby~ Don’t fight it. I know it hurts, just relax...It’ll be over soon~”

Your whimpers were muffled as he leaned back, claws dragging slowly across your lower back. You screamed again, agony shooting through you as he touched them, pain hitting your consciousness like a bus. You twisted in place as best you could, weakly trying to turn around to swat away at his touch, only to freeze at what you saw. 

The demon's face was twisted into a menacing grin, eyes practically glowing with delight as his claws dragged down your back, pain rocking you to your core. All you could see was a vague black shape on your back, similar to the one that covered the demon’s arm. Everything was too blurry to make out the details, pain and darkness made the edges of your vision fuzzy. 

“You’re finally all mine~”

His voice was soft, warm, filled with so much joy and happiness it didn’t fit him, it didn’t fit the situation you were in. Your ears were ringing, stomach clenching hard. You felt like you were going to throw up. The darkness that had been creeping along the edges of your vision started spreading. 

The last thing you saw was pointed sharp teeth grinning down at you, tracing over your mark with a dark possessive glint to his eye. 

You were finally all his. 

[stickyy]

if it's not too much of a hassle,you can write about hawks with a SugarBaby (reader) because he's like a SugarDaddy BUUUT Instead of being the one who dominates,¿is the reader who does it? hawks only gives her money and gifts as payment for a little of your attention,hawks pays the reader to dominate it and pay for his company,if you step on his crotch he will surely thank you (femdom and ¿mommy kink?). I was thinking a lot about this dynamic and I found it VERY interesting,¿what do you think?.

warnings: sub!hawks degradation, findom, femdom, mommy!kink, cock stepping, spit kink, an instance of face slapping, hawks is a little bitch simp with a fat wallet, reader is kind of a bad bitch ngl 

wordcount: 2340

notes: anon this is IT this is what im mf talking ABOUT!!!

PERFORMANCE

Keigo all about spectacle. Chaotic destruction in the pursuit of a villain, the dramatics of combat, blinding camera flashes, cacophonies of squealing fangirls, the sheer wealth that comes with the exclusivity of the top 10- he’s no stranger to the limelight. Popular for a reason, he’s young and powerful, deceivingly coy despite it all, and it drives the public wild. He has them in the palm of his hand. A playboy poster child, spectacle is his middle name, and he wears it well.

He gives you a different performance behind closed doors.

You’re working, finishing an uneventful shift at your dreadfully mundane day job. You’ve been counting down the hours, which, ironically, causes time to slow down. Scrolling through your social media feed, you just want to pass the time. You’re skimming an article about music when your phone vibrates in your hand.

‘heyyyy :)’

A grin spreads across your face. The number is unlisted, which is exactly why you know who it is. Excitement bubbles in your chest, the monotony of the day suddenly shattered. Keigo must be in town; he knows not to contact you unless he has something to show.

You check to make sure your read receipts are enabled, before staring at the message on the screen, not bothering to type a response. It’s a waiting game; you want him to work for it, to put on a show only for you.

Two whole minutes pass before you receive another.

‘i’m back in town tonight! :D’

You make no move, not yet appeased. It takes five minutes for him to cave:

‘can i see you?’

‘i need to see you’

‘missed you so much, mommy’

‘let me take you out to dinner? please?’

The prospect of a nice dinner outshines the takeout you were planning to order. A quick google search gives you a few options, and you decide on a steakhouse. They have wagyu, which you’ve been dying to try. Of course, coming in at $120 a steak, you hadn’t gotten a chance to yet. 

You send him the link, along with a short message:

‘8 pm, wear something nice.’

He instantly responds with a ‘thank you mommy :)’. You can’t help the the giggle that comes out of your mouth.

-

Keigo takes you back to his place after dinner. You make a point to keep your red-bottomed heels on, the click-click of your stride setting the tone for the night. He slips into his role easily, taking your coat and purse (both gifts from him; $1,790 and $2,850, respectively) to hang up. You take your place on the plush couch in his living room, legs crossed as you lean back, thoroughly satisfied from your meal. You never pay, of course- you don’t even go out of your way to acknowledge the check, but you were able to sneak a peek at the tab, which came in at a whopping $459.85. You didn’t think that two people could spend so much on a meal, but Keigo always found a way to spoil you.

He comes back into the room with a bottle of wine that you had requested last time you saw him (1990 Château Haut Brion, $875; even you had to admit that was ridiculous), handing you a wine glass and pouring your drink. He moves to fill his own, but you stop him.

“I didn’t say that you were allowed to drink tonight,” it’s a casual statement, but your pleasure ignites at the slightly dejected look on his face as he closes the bottle. It’s such a contrast to how you see him in the press. He never stops performing, you know, but this act is different. His fans see his chest puffed and wings flared, you get to see him on a leash.

“Why don’t you come sit next to Mommy?” you offer, Keigo perks up, meeting your gaze as he moves to take a seat next to you on the couch.

“The floor,” you correct before he can do otherwise. His breath hitches and he hesitates for a moment, but he kneels next to you anyways. He’s so pretty beneath you. It minimizes him, his usually proud aura squandered from your elevated point of view. It doesn’t help that he loves it- loves slipping into his role of being lesser. It excites him, and that, in turn, spurs you on. You thread your free hand through his hair and he visibly relaxes, pressing into your palm as his wings unfold slightly. The two of you stay like that for the moment as you sip on your wine, the luxury made so much sweeter by the hero in your company.

“Did you miss me?” you break the silence with your question, tilting his head up toward you to make eye contact. He nods enthusiastically, subconsciously scooting closer to you.

“Yeah,” his voice is saccharine, gaze full of adoration, “couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Of course, you sick freak. You’re supposed to be off saving the world, and you’re thinking about the girl who won’t even fuck you if you don’t pay up first,” you tug on his hair roughly, causing him to hiss in pain. A grin graces his features despite the abuse.

“You know I can’t help it, you drive me crazy.”

He shifts, and you can see the outline of a bulge in his pants.

“You’re fucking kidding,” you scoff, “all I’ve done is play with your hair and you’re already hard?”

He’s so easy to fluster when he’s like this, willing and pliant in your hands. He nods again, always so unashamed in his perversion.

“I didn’t touch myself at all, like you told me to, and it’s been so long,” his eyes plead with you, slightly rocking his hips for any kind of relief. He wasn’t allowed to jerk off so long as he was seeing you.

“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re easy for it, baby. All it takes is a little affection to get you to empty your wallet. Pathetic, don’t you think?”

He whines quietly, pupils visibly dilating . “Yeah, I’m pathetic, just a slut for Mommy.”

With a hum, you set your glass down and uncross your legs. “Unzip your pants.”

He obeys, getting the zipper stuck twice in his haste. Cute.

You press the flat of your heel against the tent in his boxers. The moan he lets out is sinful, grinding up against you in search of any sign of relief.

“These heels are so nice, aren’t they? Probably one of my favorite gifts,” you reminisce, admiring the way the shiny leather contrasts against his skin. You can already see a wet spot forming on his boxers. “Do you remember how much they cost you?”

He’s lost in the sensation, too preoccupied to answer your question. You step down slowly, watching his face contort into one of pain, though the grinding doesn’t cease.

“Answer me, Keigo.”

“F-fuck, what was it, like $700?” his voice cracks, his breathing labored.

“Close enough. Aren’t you embarrassed, spending all that money on shoes just so you can rut against them?” your words send a shudder through his body. The act is starting to fade as he nears his orgasm, his playful exterior melting into one of desperation.

“I’m close, fuck I’m close,” Keigo almost sounds panicked, his hips desperately bucking in pursuit of his first release in a long time. You remove your heel abruptly, pouting at him. He lets out a pitiful gasp as the loss of sensation, a sob making its way out of his throat.

“You know what you have to do if you want to cum,” you say sternly, feigning disappointment. He jumps up, stumbling across the room for his jacket and reaching for his phone in the pocket. You notice his hands are shaking as he taps his screen a few times, before your phone chimes in its place next to you. You look over, and grin at the Cash App notification. 

‘birdbrains🐤 sent you $1,430 for i love you mommy <3’.

“Holy shit, Kei, you’re that desperate to cum? If I didn’t know otherwise, I’d assume you can’t get anyone else to fuck you,”  You’ve always made his pay before he touches you, but he’s never broken a grand for just an orgasm.

“Please, Mommy,” is all he gives. He’s already back at your feet.

You spread your legs, unable to contain your arousal at this point; seeing the winged hero so broken always sets a fire in your stomach. “Make Mommy feel good, and I’ll let you stuff that needy cock inside of me.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. He’s immediately between your legs, pulling your lacy panties to the side (one half of a custom made designer set, $650) and shoving his face between your thighs. He always eats you like his life depends on it, obscenely slurping on your gushing entrance. He’s good at it too, expert tongue on your clit, pushing two fingers inside and prodding at your velveteen insides, causing you to bury your hands in his hair to keep him in place. You moan loudly, not bothering to hold back your noises. This is always about your pleasure, and you make sure to remind him of that first and foremost. It’s not necessary, though; you're convinced that he’d go bankrupt if it meant he could have even an hour of your time. You can do anything to him, say anything to him, and it only drives him crazier.

To prove your point, you squeeze your thighs against his head, effectively suffocating him. He doesn’t let up- if anything, he begins to lick and suckle more enthusiastically, hands gripping your thighs tightly. You keep him there for a solid minute, watching him struggle in your grip. It’s enough to push you over the edge, and you shout as you grind against his face, riding out your first orgasm of the night. You let up, spreading your legs again and he gasps for air, tears flowing freely as he catches his breath.

“Thank you Mommy, thankyouthankyouthankyou,” he huffs between gasps, face glistening with your juices. You grab his chin and lean down to give him a kiss, feeling him melt into you as he lets out a little moan. The taste of your arousal on his lips causes you to shiver in pure euphoria. You pull back but keep his chin in your hand, coaxing his mouth open before you spit, tilting his head back and watching your saliva slide down his throat.

“Good boy,” he perks at the praise, smiling despite himself.

“Go ahead and strip for me, and I’ll let you have that orgasm you want so bad,” you say as you stand, peeling yourself out of your dress. He obeys, albeit slowly as he’s more distracted watching you strip in front of him, eyes tracing your curves as you undo your bra and slide your panties down, opting to keep on the heels. You notice, but decide to let it slide this time. You gesture for him to sit and he obeys, grabbing your hips as you straddle his lap. His cock curves against his stomach, an angry red and damp with the obscene amount of pre dripping down his length.

“This looks like it hurts,” you lilt mockingly, gently running a finger up his length to gather some of his pre. You smear it on his lower lip, raw from your earlier abuse.

“It does, fuck- Mommy, please,” he’s back to begging, eyes misty, “Please let me fuck you Mommy, I promise I’ll make you cum again, I’ll make you cum as many times as you want-”

“Shh,” you stop his babbling, positioning yourself over him, “keep your hips still for me, okay?”

He nods, and you begin to sink onto his length, slowly.

He moans, eyelids fluttering as your gummy walls begin to constrict around his length. He struggles to keep himself from squeezing your hips and fucking up into you, but he manages in fear of a punishment. You take your sweet time before bottoming out, staying completely still. Keigo chokes on a sob, thighs quivering with the effort to stay put, and you watch him for just a moment longer, revelling in the sight. He’s flushed down to his chest, eyes lidded and pupils blown, skin dewy with sweat and tears and your slick, wings fluttering behind him. 

If only his fans could see him now.

You take pity on him and start to move, allowing him to take your weight in his hands, bouncing you on his cock. It takes a lot of focus not to get lost in the sensation, squelching noises filling the empty air as your mind starts to blur, his cock rubbing against the spongy walls of your pussy. He’s nothing if not enthusiastic, moaning unabashedly, eyes trained on your face. He’s already close, but there’s a determination in his eyes that confuses you slightly; he has permission to cum after all. It’s when the blunt head of his cock hits something gooey inside of you that it makes sense; of course he’s making good on his promise to make you cum first. He’s a good boy, after all. It doesn’t take long, his hips jackrabbiting as he abuses that spot in you, forcing the pressure in your stomach to pull taut, and eventually snap. You cum with a squeal of his name, vision darkening as you watch him finish, stray tears flowing down his cheeks. You catch a few with your thumb and lick them up.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, Mommy,” he’s breathless, but you can tell he’s not totally satisfied; it’s been weeks since he’s seen you, after all. He begins to roll his hips again, face scrunching in the sweet torture of overstimulation. 

You land a firm slap on his cheek and he gasps, giving you a surprised look.

“You know what you have to do if you want another orgasm.”

The show goes on.

[mxchellesworld]

umm hello?? your fics are so good !! could you do top jj x fem? thank u & take your time :))

hello my love, thank you so much!!

of course i went to twitter for a bit of inpso and reference lolz butttt we all know jj would be a soft mommy dom and i am here to further prove my point - it makes me think of the scene from season 1 which i kind of quote. also for the sake of this fic we are ditching mr.subtitles, hope you enjoy!

warnings; smut, fingering, use of the name mommy, praise, light choking

***

after a successful case the team had decided it was time for a night out. everyone, including spencer, was ready for a drink and a few hours of unwinding. you all pulled up to the place around the corner from headquarters and sat yourselves down in a booth. 

the only presence you cared about was that of the the blonde next to you. ever since you joined there was a sort of tension between you two. the girls had invited you to a night of drinking at penelope’s where you found out about her divorce a few months before you started working with them. 

you felt a little bad about the crush you harbored for her but once emily brought up jj getting back into the dating scene to which she agreed she was ready, suddenly you wanted all her attention. so you did your best to subtly flirt with her (mostly staring at her across the room. which everyone had called you out on). 

now she wasn’t stupid. far from it. she was an amazing profiler but it took less skills than that to notice the way you bit your lip whenever she was giving input on a case. or when she would put her hand on your lower back as she walked passed you, loving the little whine you tried to hide. 

so that led you to where you were at the moment. being a few drinks in her hand slipped down onto your thigh. you looked at her and noticed the ends of her pink lips quirk up into a smile she hid behind her glass. 

as the night continued everyone was getting more and more rowdy. you decided to slow down on the drinks, since you didn’t drive you wanted to make sure you got home instead of waking up with a stranger unknowingly. 

jj’s hand stayed planted on your leg. her thumb rubbing small circles as she talked across the table. she would inch higher and watch as your breath caught in your throat then lower it back down. you tried to hold back a cough but ended up spitting out a little of your drink, coughing even more. 

“hey y/n you feeling alright?” spencer called from across the able. 

jj put her hand on your forehead, “yeah you’re burning up. let me get you home.” 

you saw the sparkle in her light blue eyes and nodded hoping you were reading the right signals. 

“aw mommy to the rescue,” morgan called with a chuckle. 

“mommy?”

you saw a blush spread across her cheeks as she helped you up. she pulled out a 20 dollar bill and placed it on the table to cover for your drinks. wishing everyone a goodnight they bid you farewell and told you to rest and feel better.

the cool night air felt refreshing on your flushed skin, the heat was definitely not from a fever though. you heard the beeps of her car unlocking and slid into the passenger side. once she got in and closed her door she took your face in her hands. 

her eyes scanned your face as she let her thumb rub on your bottom lip, “you’ve wanted me for so long, haven’t you baby?”

you didn’t trust your voice to respond so you nodded in her grasp, “you want mommy to take care of you?”

you gasped and swallowed forcing yourself to let out the words, “yes please.”

then she let you go as if nothing had happened. she buckled in her seatbelt and started the car wordlessly. you buckled up as well and watched as her hands played with the dials on the radio. 

soft music played while you watched her slim fingers tap on the steering wheel imaging what they would feel like if she had let them slide further in between your thighs. 

you let your mind run wild, so much that you didn’t realize you were outside of your apartment complex until the car stopped. she shifted the gear to park and turned her body to look at you. 

“would you like to come in?” you asked licking your lips. 

she smiled again as if nothing had happened, “sure thing y/n/n.”

the tension was palpable as you made your way up the elevator. you swayed back and forth on your heels as you would catch a glimpse of her from the corner of your eye. once the door opened she let you walk out first, leading the way. but she took the opportunity to put her hand on the small of your back, noticing the shiver she sent down your spine. 

you fished the keys out of your jacket pocket and tried not to struggle getting it in the lock, not wanting to waste anymore time. you opened the door and set your keys in the little bowl. it was the only thing you were able to do before she had you pinned against your door. 

her hands were planted on your hips, caressing you over your pencil skirt and button down top. you let out a deep breath as her lips connected to the soft skin of your neck. 

“i wanna make you feel so good tonight baby. will you let me do that?”

“y-yes please,” you let out with a whimper as she bit on your ear. 

“yes who?”

“yes mommy.”

“good girl. lets take this to your bedroom, hm. i want you to be comfortable when i fuck you. is that alright princess?”

a small ‘mhm’ was the only thing you could let out before you led her to your bedroom by the hand. you clicked on a light switch which turned on a lamp in the corner, emitting a soft glow. she gently put her hand on your cheek silently asking for permission to go any further. with a gentle nod she pressed her lips to yours. 

the butterflies in your tummy were going crazy after finally getting what you wanted. after months of longing. you moaned at the taste of her strawberry chapstick and the way her hands reached for the zipper on the back of your skirt. 

she walked over to the end of your bed, only leaving your lips to take a seat. she looked up at you through her long lashes, pulling down the zipper and tugging the skirt down your legs. you stepped out of it and kicked off your heels tossing them to a corner of your room. 

her hands reached up and started unbuttoning the shirt you had on. you could feel yourself shivering in anticipation under her gaze. she had barley kissed you and you were sure you had soaked through your panties. 

once she pushed the shirt off of your frame she let her hands travel over each inch and curve of your body, letting out hums of approval. she pulled you onto her lap and pressed her lips back to yours. her hands grabbed onto your hips and started to help you grind against her. 

jj was the only thing swimming in your brain. her kisses topped with the faint touches and the smell of her perfume were intoxicating. your head fell back as she let her lips trail down your neck. your hips never seizing in order to gain the friction you wanted. 

you felt her fingers easily pop the clasp of your bra and slide it down your arms. she pulled away and took in the sight of you breathless and almost naked on top of her. the only leaving you bare compared to her fully clothed figure was the tiny cloth between your legs. 

“you’re so pretty, honey.”

you whined, “please touch me jennifer. i want you so bad, please.”

she pecked your lips then tapped your thigh for you to stand again. her head nodded for you to lay back on your bed. you climbed over to rest your head against the plush pillows, watching as she started to get rid of her own clothes. 

she swiftly pulled off her long sleeve, leaving her in a navy blue bra. next she kicked off her heels and went to unbutton her jeans. your legs rubbed against each other as you caught sight of the matching thong she had on. 

she made her way over to you and put her hands on your bent knees, opening them apart so she could slot her herself in place. she reached for the sides of your panties, pulling down the final article of clothing. you felt your cheeks heat up at her gaze on your dripping center. she leaned forward to press kisses from your stomach to your chest, letting her hand dip into your pussy. 

you let out a moan at her nimble fingers collecting your arousal before spreading it over your folds again. 

“please mommy, want your fingers,” you said pulling her lips closer to yours. 

“aw let me give my needy girl what she wants then,” she said pecking your chin. 

she let her middle finger plunge into your cunt, expertly curling it, trying to reach your g-spot. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, basking in the pleasure she was giving you. 

she watched as your eyes shut closed and your mouth fell open letting out mewls of her name. 

“more,” you whimpered out, pleading for her to add another finger. 

she happily complied, adding in her ring finger and admiring you body as it writhed searching for release. 

“you’re doing so well pretty girl. i know you wanna cum on my fingers. go ahead baby, cum for me,” she said as her unoccupied hand wrapped around your neck. 

you let out a load moan from the added pressure. it was light but had you fuzzy on the edge of release. you frantically rocked your lips, meeting her fingers as you rode your high. her thumb started circling your stiff clit and spurred your orgasm. 

“jennifer fuck! oh god mommy, im cumming,” you all but screamed out. 

“that’s it princess, get loud for me.”

the noises slipping from your lips were most likely going to piss off your neighbors but you could care less. the waves of ecstasy flowing through you clouded your mind. you were only focused on the blonde above you. 

her fingers stilled inside you as you slowly came down. she pulled them out and you reached for her hand, taking the digits in your mouth as you kept eye contact licking them clean. 

she pulled them away and leaned down to meet you in a heated kiss, moaning at the taste of your own arousal on your tongue. you flipped her over so you were now on top of her. you slid down pressing kisses down her toned stomach. 

“let me make you feel good mommy.’ 

[ayatosmlktea]

best boyfriend series | kirishima

A/N: So there is a list me and the gal pals have compiled of who we think are the best boyfriends in the entire world. I haven’t been in a thirsting mood for so long probably bc im mad ✨depressed✨ so the only thing on my mind is soft boys and how amazing they are. This is the most writing I've done in months but I wrote this for Bri’s birthday a while back and am now sharing them with you bc we could all use some wholesome kiripima 

I wrote these as the thoughts came to my mind so...its not really organized ANYWAY enjoy!

- Your sense of humour and easy going personality is what draws him in even if he doesn’t realize it to be love in the beginning

- Even when he’s training with bakugou his eyes are always searching you out, the way you handle your quirk takes his breath away he just thinks you look so badass in combat

- Every time you ask if he wants to study together his heart starts racing so fast it feels like it’s going to burst out of  his chest and he has to fight back the blush that burns the back of his neck and ears whenever you giggle

- As you and Mina become closer, you start hanging out more with the bakusquad.

- Kiri finds himself getting increasingly distracted by you, he notices every little thing like the way your eyes shine whenever you smile, the way cover your mouth when you laugh which bothers him because the entire world deserves to see how beautifully radiant you look when you’re happy

- He notices the way your body language changes when you’re tired, how your attitude gets a little grumpier when you’re hungry and through learning all of that Kiri steps in to make you whole

- When you’re tired he passes you his notes to copy after class just giving you a knowing smile and ignoring the way his heart flutters when you stare at him like he’s your knight in shining armour

- He doesn’t like the way that Denki and sero playfully flirt with you, it makes him feel weird although he knows he has no right to be jealous so he ignores it

- During your second year you start dating Shinsou and Kiri can feel his world come to a halt, his heart plummets into this stomach but he puts on a fake smile and tells you that he’s happy for you and he hopes Shinsou treats you right

- You don’t seem to notice the way the light in his eyes is gone, how much more time he puts into training now that you’re busy with your new relationship and as bitter and mad as he wants to be he knows you deserve to be happy, even if it isn’t with him so he pushes his feelings down and acts like he isn’t being punched in the gut every time you kiss shinsou and not him

- Your last night in the dorms before summer vacation Kirishima finds himself being woken up by a quick series of knocks on his door

“Denki I told you already pennywise is not under your be-” he stops mid sentence when he finds you outside of his door, sniffling with red rimmed eyes

- He’s barely awake and processing what’s happening as he opens his door wider so you can come inside before one of the teachers catches you out of bed and on the boys side of the dorms

- He can hear that you’ve been crying and are still trying not to when you apologize for waking him up so late but you didn’t know who else to go to and suddenly his entire body is burning with anger when you tell him that Shinsou broke up with you

- He can’t help but let out a broken laugh, Shinsou never deserved your heart in the first place. If he couldn’t see how dedicated you were to the people you loved, how you cared for your friends and put their needs above yours, how incredibly talented and hardworking and beautiful you were then he was the dumbest man alive

- You’re suddenly quiet and Kiri realizes that he’s said all of that outloud and the overwhelming urge to disappear consumes him. He was sure that you were going to get up and walk out and never speak to him again but you don’t

- Instead you ask if he means what he said so quietly he can barely hear it and despite how hot his cheeks are burning with embarrassment he tells you he does

- He stops you when you lean in to kiss him and his heart hurts when he can see the rejection and embarrassment paint your features but he tells you that it’s not because he doesn’t want to kiss you, because of course he wants to, but he doesn’t want to take advantage of your feelings when you’re going through an emotional time

- You two spend the summer hanging out- just as friends, he wants to give you time to get over Shinsou because the last thing he wants is to be your rebound

- But with every day that goes by he finds it harder not to kiss you, not to hold your hand, not to text you every second of the day, not to tell you that he loves you

- The realization that he loves you doesn’t scare him, but it is the first time he admits to himself and accepts it rather than trying to bury it and so after he walks you home and you turn to go into inside he grabs your wrist and pulls you in for a kiss

- It’s not the most coordinated kiss but it sets every nerve in his body on fire and you’re both clinging onto each other like it’s your only lifeline. You break apart with the biggest smiles on your face and in that moment Kiri knows he’s going to spend the rest of his life with you

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- Well i wasn’t planning to write all that so now let’s get into WHY he’s the best bf

He’s 100% devoted to you, literally you could be in a room full of fkn models and his eyes would be focused on you because he thinks you’re the most beautiful woman to walk the earth

Any other relationship you’ve had in the past does not even come close in comparison to how Kiri treats you

- He would give up his life to make sure you’re happy, seeing you upset breaks his heart because he cannot stand the sight of you crying. It literally tears a whole in his chest

- If it’s within his power to deal with, he will make sure that whoever hurts you does not make the same mistake again. Maybe its a little unethical to use his pro-hero status to strike fear into the heart of creeps who won’t leave you alone at work, or the girls who enjoy gossiping about your relationship behind your back but he does not give a single fuck

- Your happiness comes before his and if you aren’t happy, he’s not happy.

- If he hears people talking about your relationship and making it seem as though you’re only with him for the fame or money he’ll tear them down with the brightest smile on his face not missing a beat

- While he acts all big and scary fighting villains, when he comes home to you at the end of the day he is the most cuddly person you’ve ever known. It doesn’t matter how exhausted he is, he always grabs you in for a hug and doesn’t let you down until he’s satisfied.

- Kiri is really big on skin to skin contact, expect him to constantly be slipping his hands under your shirt and wrapping his arms around you at the most random times

- When you guys are getting ready to sleep he’ll pull you snug against his chest and bury his face in the nape of your neck,

Your scent helps him fall asleep, not in a creepy way but in a ‘you’re safe and here with me so i can close my eyes knowing that everything is okay’ kind of way.

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- In my humble opinion, once kiri catches feelings for you they’ll never fade

- Even if you fight, it only reminds him of everything you two have built together and that you’re worth fighting for

- You hear a lot of your friends complain about how their boyfriends never listen to them, or how they don’t know what they like, you watch them shamelessly flirt with other guys and wonder what it must be like to be in such an unsatisfying relationship

- Kiri knows you better than you know yourself, he’s so in tune with you and your body that you don’t even need to ask him to do anything, he just knows

- He remembers little dates that most boyfriends dont, your first kiss, your first date, the first time he said “i love you” outloud

- He also is the first one to say it and it happens when you’re just hanging out in his room

- He’s known that he’s been in love with you for months but didnt want to say it too soon and have you freak out but after nearly six months in it’s driving him crazy not being able to tell you he loves you

- When he does your eyes glisten with tears and he freaks out thinking that he’s said too soon until you’re crushing him in a hug and tell him that you love him too

- When you’ve had a bad day at work or life is just becoming too stressful for you to deal with he puts everything else on hold to comfort you

- Makes you your favourite meal for dinner, gets your favourite show ready to watch after your shower and massages your feet while you snack on some ice cream for dessert

- Ever since you’d started dating Kiri had a habit of “accidentally” forgetting his hoodies at your place, spraying them with a bit of extra cologne while you were in another room

- He loved it when you wore his clothes, it filled him with a feeling he couldn’t quite describe but it solidified in his mind that you were his

- After almost four years of dating he knows that he can’t spend another second without you being his, forever

- He stays up all night looking at engagement rings but none of them are good enough for you so he does a little more research and finds a place that makes custom rings and has the date the first time he kissed you engraved on the inside of the ring

- He 100% cries the second he sees you walk down the aisle, if he thought you were beautiful before, there’s nothing else that compares to you on your wedding day

-  Everything else drowns out around him and the other thing that matters is you, sliding your rings onto each other fingers and sharing your tearful vows and then you’re pronounced husband and wife and his entire being is elated

- He kisses you with a passion and fervour you’ve never felt before, like he’s pouring his soul into the kiss , every promise he’s ever made and will make and all the things he can’t find the right words to say are transmitted

[hikari-writes]

『Haikyuu!!』

Fluff Headcanons

Pocky Day Special

↬ Playing pocky game with them

Pairing: Yamaguchi Tadashi, Akaashi Keiji & Yaku Morisuke

Warning: Tiiny bit of swearing and tooth rotting fluff 🥺🥺

Genre: FLOOOOOOOOOF

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A/N: i know im 2 days late,, but whatever, better late than never >:( and you bet i did research on the pocky flavours for this 😎😎 and yes, i may say this is pretty self indulgent since theyre all my husbandos but shuuussh 🙄🙄 this got longer as it progressed and idek why--- istg its not bc of favouritism or anything okay 😣😣

↬ Yamaguchi Tadashi

『Cookies & Cream flavoured Pocky』

➳ It wasn't such a bad idea to play around once in a while

➳ So you bought a pack of Cookies and Cream pocky to play with Yamaguchi

➳ He wasn't too big on the idea at first, since you two are just FRIENDS after all

➳ Not for long though 

➳ But you managed to convince him, saying that it'll be fun and stuff

➳ He reluctantly gave in eventually

➳ You gave him the advantage of biting his end first, and you scooted closer to bite yours 

➳ When I tell you you could feel the heat radiating from his face

➳ The both of you started the game after you counted to three

➳ You started off pretty slowly, then you sped up after noticing Yamaguchi's pace slowing down

➳ You were nearing the middle of the pocky, when all of a sudden Yamaguchi picked up the pace and reached the middle of the pocky

➳ But he didn't stop there

➳ Instead of moving away and claiming his victory, he continued biting until he reached your lips

➳ You were shocked, obviously, so you just sat there and stared at Yamaguchi's closed eyes as he continued to kiss you

➳ After what felt like an eternity, he finally pulled away and looked at you. As soon as he noticed you're a blushing mess, a small smirk formed on his face

➳ “Well, wasn't that fun?”

➳ Your blush darkened and you narrowed your eyes at him

➳ “You sly little….”

➳ “You should've expected that coming though~”

➳ “Well, you sped up all of a sudden!! How was I supposed to see that coming?!”

➳ You grabbed the pocky box and took another stick out

➳ “Let's do it again. I won't lose this time.”

➳ Let's just say that this went on for a pretty long time and at the end of the day, you decided it'd be best to just confess your feelings to him 

➳ (Which was also "coincidentally" the sole reason you wanted to play a pocky game with him)

↬ Akaashi Keiji

『Matcha flavoured Pocky』

➳ Unlike the matcha pocky, your first kiss with your boyfriend was, minty 

➳ You and Akaashi just started going out and one day, during a sleepover that was held at Bokuto's house, all of you decided to play pocky game since it was the 11th of November 

➳ Of course, as a new (and also the only) couple in the group, the both of you were targeted as the ones to play the game first 

➳ You felt a bit conflicted about this matter. Of course, it would be a dream come true to get to kiss Akaashi (who would even let that chance slip by) but you're also not sure if you wanted your first kiss to be because of a party game

➳ Akaashi noticed your reluctance and figured that you might not be ready to kiss him yet, since you two just started dating after all 

➳ (Not gonna lie, he was pretty dejected but he valued your feelings first and foremost like the gentleman he is so he won't force you if you don't want to.)

➳ “I'm sorry, but can we pass this one up? I don't think L/N is ready to--”

➳ “We'll do it!! I mean-- I'll do it! I'm totally okay with doing it!”

➳ You quickly interrupted Akaashi and grabbed the Matcha pocky box from the table before taking one pocky stick out

➳ “L-let's do this…”

➳ You bit one end of the pocky and moved closer to Akaashi to make it easier for him to bite his side of the end

➳ Kaori and Bokuto both whistled at your boldness which made you blush even harder. Akaashi sent a silent glare their way in an attempt to make them shut up, to which they did (but not without smirking and grinning like cats at the sight of you and Akaashi)

➳ The game started and you could feel everyone's stares digging a hole inside you

➳ The two of you started at a pretty slow pace, and it felt like the pocky was kilometres long given how long it took for you to reach the middle

➳ As the both of your faces started to get closer, your heart thumped louder and louder, making you worried that Akaashi would hear it

➳ You took a glance at his face, and just as you did, almost as if he noticed your glance, he looked back at you

➳ Seeing Akaashi's beautiful eyes staring back at yours in such close proximity made your brain stopped working for a moment and in a state of panic, you accidentally snapped the pocky in two and stumbled backwards 

➳ Akaashi blinked in confusion at the whole situation, which just made your brain short circuited and steams started to escape from your ears

➳ You became a stuttering mess and you couldn't sit back up until Akaashi held out a hand to help you

➳ As soon as you got to sit up straight again, you immediately buried your face in his chest and murmured “It's my lost….”.

➳ Akaashi finished biting the leftover pocky and held you closer to him

➳ “That was a good game,” he whispered back

➳ Everyone started to give you two lovebirds teasing grins and laughs 

➳ The game continued with you still buried in Akaashi's chest, with you occasionally giving curious glances to see exactly what was happening

➳ After some time, everyone started to get sleepy and decided that it was time to sleep

➳ After what just happened, you honestly didn't really feel like sleeping

➳ So instead you whispered Akaashi's name and gestured for him to come closer after you two were ready to lay down on the futon

➳ “What is it, L/N?”

➳ He came closer to you but was surprised when you suddenly pulled the collar of his shirt and tiptoed just enough to reach his face before planting a kiss on his lips

➳ The kiss smelled and tasted a bit like mint, since you two just brushed your teeth and all, but you honestly weren't complaining at all. It was refreshing 

➳ Right after you parted your lips, you tried to look at him straight in the eyes (keyword: tried) and explained your actions

➳ “S-sorry I suddenly snapped the pocky….it was an accident...well, kind of. Besides that, I wanted our first kiss to be special so uhm…”

➳ Akaashi understood your intention now and he couldn't help but to give a soft chuckle at your flustered self

➳ “W-what's so funny??”

➳ “Nothing, it's just…..you were too cute so…”

➳ You silently screamed at him and lightly punched his arm as he continued chuckling. The both of you were still careful so as to not make any noise and wake up the others though

➳ (Kind of useless though since they were just pretending to sleep and already witnessed your lovey-dovey couple moments)

↬ Yaku Morisuke

『Tsubu Tsubu Strawberry flavoured Heart Shaped Pocky』

➳ It all started with a stupid dare by Kuroo 

➳ Of course, how could you chicken out and refuse if that was the case?

➳ Apparently, Kuroo’s older sister bought too many boxes of pocky and gave him some. He thought of sharing them with the team and brought them to school

➳ After practice was done, however, he got a brilliant idea

➳ He distributed the boxes to everyone but when he got to you, he got a different way to give them

➳ “Here you go, Y/N. A heart shaped pocky, special just for you, the manager. Tsubu tsubu strawberry flavoured.”

➳ “Oh, I’ve seen this type of pocky on the internet before. They look so cute! But I didn’t manage to find them anywhere. Thanks--”

➳ Just as you were about to take the box from him, he retreated back his hand and held the box higher and out of reach from you 

➳ You looked at him with visible confusion, and he smirked down at you

➳ “Well, this is a special type of pocky you know? It feels like a waste to just give it to you like that.”

➳ “Didn’t you say that I got the special one because I’m the manager?”

➳ You’re starting to get annoyed at his attitude but you tried to cover it up with a forced smile

➳ “Still, this is the only heart shaped pocky I got from my sister…..Hmmm what should I do~?”

➳ You tried to grab the box from him, but he only held the box higher and on top of that, used his other hand to push your face away from him

➳ You finally ran out of patience and started to go full on feral mode at him

➳ “KUROO TETSUROU JUST GIVE ME THE DAMN POCKY!!”

➳ This is why no one messed with you regarding the subject of candies and sweets

➳ It was quite a scene, and Kai had to step in to ease the fight

➳ Kuroo finally lowered his arms and you took that as an opportunity to snatch the pocky box 

➳ But he used the same trick again and moved his arms away before you could reach it

➳ “I’ll give you the pocky, under one condition.”

➳ You looked at him with extreme irritation. His name’s going to be in your blacklist for sure now

➳ “What?” You said, rather begrudgingly.

➳ Kuroo smirked in victory. He turned away from you and faced the direction Yaku was in.

➳ “Yakkun! Come here for a sec!”

➳ Your heart literally jumped out of your chest at that moment. Kuroo’s planning something, and whatever it was, you’re not gonna like it

➳ “So here’s the thing. I’ll give you the pocky, but only after you complete a pocky game, with Yakkun. How’s that?”

➳ Your face turned dark red at his proposal. 

➳ “Are you crazy?! There’s no way I’ll do that!”

➳ You whisper yelled at him so as to not raise any suspicion from Yaku.

➳ “And why won’t you, hmm?”

➳ Seeing his teasing grin and narrowed eyes, you knew at that moment, that Kuroo knew of your crush on Yaku. 

➳ “W-what-- how do you--? Don’t tell me you knew?” 

➳ “Knew what? Are you hiding something perhaps?”

➳ You gritted your teeth in frustration. Oh, he knew alright. And he’s gonna pretend as if he doesn’t

➳ “Whatever, and why should I even do this?”

➳ “To get your desired special heart shaped tsubu tsubu strawberry flavoured pocky?”

➳ Phew that was a mouthful

➳ He swung the pocky box in front of you, tempting you even more

➳ Just as you were about to agree to play the game, a realization struck you

➳ “Ha! Nice try there, Kuroo. What makes you think Yaku would even want to play this game with me?”

➳ “Play what game?” 

➳ You literally jumped from your position in shock when Yaku’s voice suddenly came up behind you, earning a snicker from Kuroo

➳ “I dared Y/N to play a pocky game with you, and if they did, they’ll receive this special pocky as a prize.”

➳ You internally screamed and tried to keep yourself from murdering this rooster head but Yaku’s unexpected reaction made you forget about the murderous instinct for a moment

➳ “Oh, okay. Sure, let’s play it then.”

➳ “W-wait, are you really, REALLY sure you wanna play it with me??”

➳ “I don’t see anything wrong with that. Besides, you’ve helped us -me especially- a lot by being our manager already. Helping you with something this trivial is the least I can do.”

➳ You tried to hide the blush that was creeping up your face and Kuroo, noticing your heating face immediately nudged your arm while displaying a much wider grin than before

➳ You excused yourself for a moment and took out your phone before googling “Can you stay friends with someone you just kissed?” in the case of you two kissing after the pocky game

➳ “Well then, here you go. I’ll give you mine since I still have some more at home.”

➳ Yaku took the box of pocky from Kuroo after he fished it out from his bag and opened the packaging. He took one out and bit the end without the coating

➳ Noticing that Yaku's ready for the game, you put back your phone inside your uniform pocket. You gulped once and tried to calm your nerves as you moved closer to him to bite your side of the pocky

➳ When you scooted closer to him however, he didn’t notice your presence until you were directly in front of him and biting the pocky with a heavy blush on your face

➳ Yaku stared at you with his wide, brown eyes for a moment before snapping the pocky into two out of reflex and fell on his back

➳ All of the others stared in shock at Yaku who’s now on the floor, covering his face with one hand. It was pretty obvious that he was blushing, even if he tried to hide it. His reddening ears gave it all away

➳ “Yaku, what’s wrong?”

➳ Kai was the first to break the silence. You were still shocked at his overreaction so you were just standing there with the half broken piece of pocky still in your mouth

➳ “Wait--I-- I just--- Uhm--- I thought we were playing a pocky game???”

➳ You had probably never seen Yaku this flustered before in your entire life. It was certainly a sight to see, but it just made your blush grew darker on your face

➳ “And you were….Wait, don’t tell me, you don’t know how a pocky game works?”

➳ Kuroo guessed with a snap of his fingers, as if he just made a great discovery

➳ “Don’t each person just take a pocky for themselves and it’s a game where you compete on who can finish their pocky first?”

➳ Kuroo covered his mouth to prevent any laugh from escaping and your soul had probably left your body at this point. The second-hand embarrassment you were feeling was no joke

➳ Kuroo tried to explain the rules of the game to Yaku, which just ended up making the libero blush even harder than before

➳ “Who even invented this game….”

➳ He whispered underneath his breath after Kuroo’s explanation. He looked at you who were surrounded by the first years poking their fingers at your arms and asking, “Are they dead?” with a troubled sigh

➳ “Okay….let’s do this again.”

➳ He finally got up and took out another pocky stick. Your soul finally returned to your body when he was in front of you and holding out the pocky with his mouth 

➳ “It’s okay if you don’t want to do it, Yaku! I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything….”

➳ Yaku silenced you by grabbing both your shoulders firmly, but not so much with force, as if he’s treating a fragile thing

➳ “It’s okay. I really don’t mind if I’m playing this... with you.”

➳ You bit the other side of the pocky and tried to focus on eating without thinking too much on what he just said, which just ended up in a total failure by the way

➳ The both of you went on a steady pace but when you finally almost reached the middle of the pocky, you both simultaneously stopped and stared down awkwardly, trying to avoid eye contact with one another

➳ Many thoughts ran through the both of your heads, and all of it were more or less the same

➳ “What if I accidentally kissed him/them? He/they probably wouldn’t like that….”

➳ “He/they would probably even hate me if that happened…..”

➳ After several seconds had passed, you two finally decided to continue biting on the pocky. And simultaneously once again, might I add

➳ This just resulted in the both of your lips to brush against one another in the end, and you swore your heart just escaped from your chest when you felt the sensation of Yaku’s lips brushing against yours

➳ You and Yaku both moved and turned away from one another, too embarrassed to face the other

➳ “Well, you’ve cleared the dare, so here’s your prize.”

➳ Kuroo casually put the box of pocky on top of your head and left the gym to head back home, followed by the others, intentionally leaving you and Yaku alone in the gym

➳ Okay, maybe you can at least lift Kuroo’s name from your blacklist after this. After all, he did help you get closer to your crush…..kinda

[diabolikscenario]

Im quite new to tumblr an I just wanna say ur my favourite page so far 🥰

Also I really liked that Reiji fanfic u did I was wondering if you could do the same scenario with Yuma?,, But instead of them being brought up in a strict household shes just horny af,,, I love your writing skills their amazing 🥺

Took me longer than expected but... IT’S SO RAUNCHY---! And so long... rip. Hope you like it.

[⚠️ NSFW ⚠️] -> Addtional warning: Hairpulling

Character: YUMA

Yuma Mukami x Reader

For God's sake, where the heck is my garden rake? I told you not to touch my shit! Just wait till I get my hands on you! You were about to take a bath when Yuma's rambling ourside brought you back to reality. First of all - wasn't I just using the rake this morning? And secondly - did I even lock the door?  A cold shiver ran down your spine and before you were able to react, the bathroom door blew open with a bang. In shock, you took a small step backwards, disregarding the fact that your slippers were laying on the floor. This little mistake made you loose your balance and within the next second you ended up in the tub, already filled with water. Foam and droplets were flying across the air just to make their way into Yumas face. You screamed in shock while your clothes stuck to your body like a wet sack. "Haha, damn, just how stupid can you possibly be? I am truly lacking any words. Oi, that was a stunt like I've barely seen before." In one sweeping movement he pulled you out of the bathtub by your hand. Your pink nipples were revealed through your drenched, white shirt. Yuma twitched his eyebrow in anticipation "Okay, fuck this rake." He pressed you against the wall with all his might. Your face touched the cold, blue tiling. "You made me wait for too long, you stubborn sow. You see, even I have to blow off some steam from time to time. Gardening is one thing, but I can hardly get my hands dirty in any other way." His warm breath struck your skin and made you feel dizzy. Your legs trembled and somehow you enjoyed all of this way too much. "Yuma, I..." His lips met your neck and nibbled on it lightly. "Shh, I don't want to hear your voice now. It's my turn." With a gentle yet abrupt movement, he sunk his teeth into your skin. A groan escaped your dry throat and this sensation penetrated every inch of your body. Yuma's hand searched its way from your chest to your ass. " Oi, now what should I do with you? I can't decide." He lifted your skirt up from behind and squeezed his cock against your panties. "You know, big boys like me have great stamina." Yuma's voice was driving you crazy and you were no longer convinced that you'd stay conscious. "Sow..." With these words he slid his finger into the seam of your panties, slowly searching his way to the lower parts of your body. Suddenly, his fingertip came to a stop on your back passage. "I would like to try this one. Whaddaya think? Huh, suspect that you are much tighter here than anywhere else. But I suppose... it takes time to prepare. And I can't give you that today. So I'm gonna have to pass. But..." With a quick movement, his hand slipped out of your panties, only to get rid of your underwear entirely. "I wanna to fuck you so bad." With a soft, hollow sound he pressed you even tighter against the wall. Though it was kinda chilly, your body was already blazing inside. Your head was spinning in circles, over and over again. The clacking of a belt immediately brought you back to reality, followed by a zipper and a swishing sound. Your mouth swung open, and a quiet "Yuma, come on and hold me" crept from your throat. "Well, whaddaya think I am? I am the only one here in this family not passing on a delicious feast when I see one." His hot cock pressed against your wet entrance and slowly searched its way into your innermost part. "Argh, damn, sow. It's been a while with ya." With his right hand on your hips he thrusted into you, gradually finding his pace. The room filled with a wet clapping, causing you to feel a little ashamed. You tried to peek over your shoulder, meeting eyes with Yuma. A grin formed on his lips, showing his still bloody teeth. " Alright, let's get this started, shall we?" He reached into your hair with his left hand and pulled back your head determiningly. All that escaped you was a lustful moan, and the incredible feeling of him stretching your inner walls to the max. Yuma placed his head back next to your ear, with a sensible humming voice, "You know. I just jacked off this morning. Which means this might take a while, sow..."

[chichirichick]

SoMa Week Day 3: Protect

I may have gone a little crazy with this one... it's sort of a lyric fic inspired by @macabremermaid sending me awesome playlists for my other fics.

Check out my @soulxmakaweek entry for Day 3 on ff.net, ao3, or after the cut! Also, feel free to listen to the playlist on repeat 😘

"What the hell is this?"

There were never more dreadful words strung together, but the fact that Maka was shouting them as she was unceremoniously plopping onto his stomach while he was lying on the couch added a blistering wave of anxiety to them. As Soul realized it was in fact his laptop in her hands, the utter panic was compounded as his heart threatened to entirely spew from his chest.

Had he perhaps left a porn tab open?

Had she opened his email and saw how much money he actually spent on the new sound system that he bought for the living room?

Had she found the chat logs between him and Liz where she dogged him day in and day out about the uncomfortable reality of his feelings for his meister?

"Soul, seriously- KPop?"

I wish it was the porn, he cursed out at the universe.

"Because I go to YouTube to find a video on how to fix-"

"Why are you on my laptop though?" He finally managed to squeak, even though that was most definitely not even close to raging; it was just the poor, pathetic squeal of a man entirely metaphorically stripped.

"Mine needs to charge," she spat back as if that was a stupid question in the first place. "Going back to my point- I open it up and on the top of your playlists is this one: Mix0903. Which is filled with Korean boy bands." She leveled her eyes at him with the playful accusation. "Does that mean you have nine hundred and two other mixes of Korean pop music or are the others at least filled with the snooty music you've led us all to believe you actually like? I think Miles Davis would be rolling over in his grave-"

"Give me that!" Soul finally let some of his panic feed action rather than frozen fear as he sat up and grabbed for the laptop. Regardless of the implications, part of him wished for it to take a skyrocketing, crashing fall, shattering to bits just as his coolness had moments prior, but Maka had an iron grip on the machine. The only thing his movements earned him was Maka settling in his lap, leaning as far forward as she could manage with arms outstretched to keep the laptop from his grasp.

Yes, this position was in no way, shape, or form comfortable as her ass ground into his crotch, but at least Soul's body was more involved with the hysterics of her hitting play, of that stupid first song starting the emotional rollercoaster that he sat on at least once a week.

"BTS, Soul, seriously," Maka teased through twittering giggles. "Dimple? Do you know the dance for this? Please, please, tell me you do!"

"There's no dance," he groaned as he attempted to wrap an arm around her waist, hugging her closer so that his other hand could hopefully stretch far enough to the spacebar to at least stop the torture. Instead, he was left cursing Maka's flexibility, the tuck of her waist still leaving it out of his grasp.

"OK, OK, next!" Maka clicked a button. "Who's WOODZ?"

"You wouldn't know 'im," Soul grumbled.

"Ugh, even with K-Pop you're an insufferable hipster. You wouldn't know him, he's so underground," she added as she put on her best Soul impression.

He sucked his teeth as he heard the click again.

"OK, Shinee's a classic, Soul," Maka interrupted herself for laughter again. "But this one's a little creepy, isn't it? With all my body baby- I'll crash into you- So that I can feel- Every little thing with you."

Soul huffed.

Another click.

"VIXX?" Peels of laughter left her again. "Oh, and look at the collars, Soul! Are you serious? Is that going to be a new fashion look for you?"

As if I need more jokes from Black Star about bein' on a leash, Soul sighed.

Another click. "Worship U?"

This was spiraling out of control and Soul's only hope with the insufferable length of her reach was to let his head fall in defeat between her shoulder blades.

"If you think giving up already is going to save you from teasing…" Maka started but the words trailed off, overwhelmed by the song.

"I won't stop, never

Until the end of my life

Don't stop forever

Without wavering like this

Now don't worry, worry, worry

I will protect you-"

The line cut off quickly as Maka clicked again.

Soul's hand tensed around her wrist.

"BTS again." She was trying to laugh but it came out a little too breathy.

"Why is it so dark when you're not here

It's dangerous how wrecked I am

Save me because I can't get a grip on myself"

The arm around her waist pulled, and Maka allowed her back to curl into his chest, the laptop now well within his reach. He moved his head to hover just over her shoulder, eyes on the screen. Instead of grasping for it, his hands were busy on her skin, trying to hold her as much as he was holding the words he'd listened to a million times.

Another click.

"Even though I like you, nobody knows

Even when I see other girls, nobody's like you

I'm sorry for having no courage

You can laugh at me all you want

I'm a loser who loves you

Yes, I'm a misery

To you, I'm a nuisance, I'm an outsider

But in this world, I only need you"

"Don't know why you'd listen to that," Maka murmured. "You're such a cool guy, right?"

Soul couldn't help but feel the sting of it, even if her voice was warbly and barely above a breath.

Another click.

"I won't ever let you go again

I'll hold you, we'll be together forever

I'll cover your beautiful eyes so you won't go anywhere

I'll trap you inside of me"

Say it, Soul wanted to spit out the venom from between his teeth. It's possessive. It's awful. It's too much. That's what it feels like sometimes. Too much. It's selfish.

Instead, in the silence that came with the song cutting off, he got one more click.

"It's the last one."

"After that," he barely squeezed out the words as he pressed his face into her hair, "you gonna leave me alone?"

"If a shadow covers your light

I can't see

I get confused again

It's not like me

But you still smile for me

It's you

Will I be able to protect you?

I'm afraid"

"That was…" Maka forced a long, slow breath. "Soul, it wasn't your nine-hundred-and-third playlist, was it?"

He let out a weak laugh as he started to loosen his hold on her, his hand trying to slip away.

"September third." Maka grabbed his hand on retreat, tangling his fingers with hers. "The day we met, right?"

"Yeah," he muttered.

"And I- I actually have a dimple?"

Soul cleared his throat. "Sorta."

"Sorta," Maka echoed. Suddenly her fingers were clacking on the keyboard, hitting the enter with extra vigor. "I don't have a list, but listen."

"How much time

are you gonna spend worrying? question

I'm preparing to go to war

with the things that bother you, yes sir

My mood changes according to yours

I get so mad when I see you sad

Like a wave crashing on sand, erase it all

Your worries are no more, now only happy days are left"

Maka pushed the laptop forward and out of her hands, the song still trickling along to the chorus as she turned her head over her shoulder. "So, are you going to look at me?"

Soul leaned, letting his eyes meet hers with a searching stare.

"You always protect me." She shook her head softly, tossing his ridiculous worry aside. "And I doubt GOT7 had the kind of protection you offer in mind when they wrote that song." Maka tapped her knuckle below his shoulder where his shirt hid that blaring white scar. "You shouldn't listen to some playlist of boy bands mourning how they can't have the girl they love or they're afraid about treating her right when you do." Green eyes hit his, a plea from them, her soul, and her mouth hitting him in the face, "Tell me you do."

"That I…?"

"Stop worrying, and tell me," Maka murmured, saturated in her own fears even as she was asking him to throw away his.

"It's not just…" He sighed as he flexed his fingers in hers. "It's not just because we're meister and weapon, Maka, it's not-"

"I know," she pressed. "Can you just channel their energy for just one second and be cute and romantic?"

Soul's eyebrows shot up. "But, I-"

"Am bad at this," Maka sighed. "Fine. Soul Evans, if you can't put it into words can you at least-?"

He quickly pressed his lips to her cheek, derailing the rest of her thought entirely. Before his lips had even disengaged, Soul was squeezing his eyes shut, ready for the standard Maka-chop to clobber him into next week. When it didn't come, he knocked his forehead against her shoulder, turning his face to rest it against the warmth of her neck.

Maka reached up awkwardly to run her fingers over his hair, letting out a sweet sigh in the process. "That'll work." She giggled to herself as she reached for the laptop again. "But I want a new playlist. It's better when we make music together, right?"

[gh0stiegirlie]

synopsis: all it took was one glance at the hotheaded boy at the U.A. exam, and you were smitten. for deku, it was a single act of kindness that instigated his immediate attraction to uraraka. several months into school, best friends Skylar and deku are left heartbroken when. uraraka and bakugou start a relationship. when you and deku find yourselves confiding in each other, a question arises; is this love, or loneliness? are you two better just as friends?

a/n: lmao hey im not dead whats gud

word count: 2.8k

<- pt. 2                                                          pt.4 (expect monday, sept 7th) ->

Moments later, the sound Bakugous boots stomping across the linoleum floor echos throughout the hall. He remains quiet as he follows you, not risking the punishment of disturbing other hero classes by spewing his typical demeaning insults or using his quirk  But a glance behind your shoulder reveals how threatening he is, even in silence. His grin is sadistic, and there’s fierce passion in his eyes.

The passion to rip your fucking guts out, that is.

Bakugou's animalistic instincts kick in the longer the chase persists, his mind dismissing everything but you, his prey.

A few twists and turns later, you Bakugous fingers grasp the back of your shirt collar. You gasp as he violently pulls you back into his chest, only letting go once he's thrown you on the ground. He looms over you with a crazed look on his face, his smile crooked and his eyes ablaze. He looks batshit crazy, yet you think it’s insanely attractive.

“You’re going to pay for that, you cowardly bastard,” he growls, his vermillion eyes pouring liquid rage into yours.

Perfect.

You hold his gaze and activate your quirk.

Suddenly, wordless cries reverberate throughout the chasms of his mind. Wails and shrieks pound against his head, desperate to escape. He cowers into a fetal position with his hands covering his ears, a fruitless attempt to keep the howls out. All Bakugou can see before the world goes dark is the glow of your e/c eyes. 

You push yourself off the floor as Bakugou begins to rub his eyes, a feeble attempt to regain sight. Your attack will keep him at bay for a while, giving you the perfect opportunity to escape to the training grounds. 

At the time you arrive on the grounds, Bakugou wearily rises to his feet. The world spins around him while three words spin around his mind.

What the fuck?!

Granted, Bakugou knew you were powerful.

Well, the better word is he was aware you were powerful.

He considered you were a slimy wannabe hero when he caught you knocking out other contestants to steal their wins during the entrance exam, but decided you were just another extra when you practically failed Aizawa’s physical tests on the first day. His feelings only changed when you almost fought in him at the sports festival. He heard your battle was intense, but half ‘n half managed to blow you off the court before you could incapacitate him. Even though you lost that third round, you made it pretty damn far.

But, he didn’t know you were capable of disabling him with a single glance. 

You’ve impressed him. 

But the cost of impressing and temporarily impairing Bakugou is your strength.  Using your special move always takes a physical toll on you. Bakugous throbbing brain keeps him grounded in reality, while your piercing pain keeps you awake enough to make it to the training grounds.

When Bakugou arrives you’ve collected your bearings, your headache subdued by a few Advils.

“Took you long enough,” you jeer, crossing your arms and standing your ground.

Bakugou is heaving, his vermillion eyes communicating what his mouth can’t.

And they say he’s going to fry you like dead meat.

A low, guttural noise builds up in Bakugous chest. It builds and rises in his body like hot air, until finally he releases it with a battle cry, “I’m going to kill you!” 

He charges at you with explosions from both hands, baring his teeth like a rabid dog. 

The rapid firing of his explosions leave you no time to think of a strategy, so you focus on dodging while getting in close. From this length, you can momentarily harvest some of his thoughts. But honestly, it seems like he’s blind with rage and firing recklessly. 

You should know Bakugou better than that.

He’s aware that after the stunt you pulled earlier, your quirk works best at a short distance. The fact you need direct eye contact to activate your quirk effectively is a clear sign proximity is a limitation of yours. He also knows that powerful move must have exhausted you. Not only will his long-range blasts and constant movement make it nearly impossible for you to make eye contact with him, but your attempts to dodge them and get closer will wear you out even more. Then, depending on if you make an attack from this long-distance and how strong that attack is, he’ll know more about the restrictions of your quirk. He grins to himself, thinking how he’s too amazing for his own good.

You also take a moment to smile to yourself. Little does he know you have the ability to briefly manifest the thoughts of others, and heard his entire plan. You have to admit, that clever strategy would’ve totally defeated you. 

Too bad it’s completely useless.

If he plans to keep you at a distance until you're worn out, that means you have to get in close as soon as possible. Meaning you have to rush in and run the risk of being hit with one of his blasts. 

You know Bakugou isn’t dumb. You notice he never fires from the same position or with the same type of explosion. He’s always moving, constantly searching for your blind spot, and changing how he attacks. One second he’s on your left, using both hands to shoot you with one ginormous fire-ball. The next, he’s behind you and sending a million tiny blasts your way. Finding a way to slip past his advanced combat skills is nearly impossible. 

Nearly.

You’ve been playing this game of cat and mouse for a few minutes now. You’re falling into a rhythm; he shoots, you dodge, and he shoots again. He’s falling into a pattern; shoot, move, shoot again, move again. Knowing where he’ll land next is a matter of understanding the when and where of his reactions. When you dodge an attack, when does he decide to change up his behavior, and where does he go to deliver the next blast?

Bakugou is convinced that your sluggish reaction times are proof of his oncoming victory. While, yes, the heaviness of physical exhaustion is starting to weigh you down, the real reason is focusing on formulating a plan. And for someone with a mental quirk like you, thinking is the most dangerous thing you can do.

When it appears that your body is about to give up, Bakugou runs and aims an explosion in the exact place you expected. You manage to meet his eyes and send hundreds of whispered messages into his brain. He falters on his shot, dazed and confused. You surprise him by sprinting straight to his strategically plotted spot, and therefore, face-planting into his chest. The sudden force of his chest mixed with your momentum sends you both flying back. 

You planned to land on top of Bakugou, which would not only pin him to the ground and secure your victory, but also gave you an excuse to straddle his hips in the way you’ve spent so many math classes dreaming about. But instead, you both end up rolling across the ground. You land on your stomach, and after taking a few moments to recover, you catch Bakugou sprawled out on his back. 

This is my chance.

You clumsily push yourself off the ground and stumble over to Bakugou. You practically fall on top of him, and the sudden weight ontop of his sore core forces a groan to escape his lips. He weakly tries to push you off him, but his failed attempts leave him flailing his arms and legs to try and squirm out from under you. He’s acting like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

"How does it feel to lose, Bakugou?" you smirk. “It’s embarrassing enough that you always lose to Deku, and now you’re losing to his girlfriend too! It’s so pathetic I almost feel bad for you!”

A moment ago, every limb in Bakugous body was screaming at him to sleep. Now, his it burns alive with rage. He uses the rage surging through his veins to generate one last explosion that shoots you into the sky. After a few seconds of soaring upwards, Bakugou launches himself in your direction with the last explosions his tired body can summon. He wraps his arms around your back and pulls you into his chest, one of his hands holding your head in the nape of his neck for extra protection. The two of you spiral in the air like a torpedo.

The sky expels you into the ground like a bullet, and the concrete cracking beneath you.

When you open your eyes, Bakugou is swaying above you. His eyes are half-lided, and blood drips from his nose onto your face.

“Lets… Call it even…” you mumble as he collapses beside you. 

You both spend a few minutes slipping in and out of consciousness, desperately searching at the barriers of your mind for an escape through. Eventually, Bakugou gains enough strength to slip his way through a crack. He picks you up bridle style and carries you to the outskirts of U.A. High. Unable to go any further, he slides against one of the buildings walls into a sitting position, resting your head on the side of his thigh once he’s comfortable. 

Only now does he see how beautiful you are. 

Your resting face is so peaceful, his racing heart calms the longer he stares. Your skin glistens underneath the sun, every bead of sweat rolling down your cheeks looking like a shooting star gliding across the beautiful night sky. Your e/c hair wreathes around Bakugou’s legs like a corkscrew, and he delicately untangles your soft locks. Sometimes your nose twitches as he pulls at your hair, but only when he brushes a stray flyaway out of your face do your eyes finally flutter open.

Your body is bruised and bloodied, and the worst of your injuries are the concrete chunks penetrating deep cuts in your back. Although Bakugou finds every girl looks beautiful after a fight. And you, even with your injuries, are no exception.

It’s not because he’s some kinky pervert, but he sees these injuries as markings of a true hero. A true hero is someone who endures pain but always keeps fighting. He thought since you were dating that nerd you were a pussy, but you’ve proven to him you’re a total badass.

Bakugou’s eyes are inches away from yours. You immediately notice his glare isn’t as… Spiteful, as usual. It’s serene. And it’s making you blush.

“How long have you been staring at me like that for, perv?” You yawn with a stretch. Your forearms rub against Bakugous thighs as you pop your elbows. His face turns a shade of pink, not the angry intense red he’s is accustomed to.

“Hey! I saved your life, idiot. You should be thanking me!” Bakugou fumes, the color of his face slowly deepening to his typical red.

“Yeah, and you’re also the person who tried to fucking explode me! So it cancels out, you asshole!” You yell as you dart up, only to fall back down. You struggle once more to your feet only to collapse in a heap. “Fuck, I can’t---” you mumble, the world around you fading to black. You scream for your mouth to move and demand your legs to stand, but your body refuses to cooperate. Eventually, you succumb to the darkness.

Bakugou’s battered body is only capable of shuffling with you in his arms to Recovery Girls’ office before he passes out too.

You wake up hours later to the feeling of a cold, wet kiss on your back. You “eugh!” in disgust as you flinch away from Recovery Girl’s lips.

“Ah, glad to see you’re finally awake,” she chirps before turning to treat Bakugou. “You two had quite the battle! Hurt eachother pretty bad for a couple of first years.” She fiercely spins around to wag her wrinkly finger in your face. “Mr. Aizawa will be sure to hear about this!”

“No!” you exclaim, before clearing your throat to lower your voice. “Please don’t tell him Recovery Girl!” you plead more rationally, “Bakugou and I were just having a... tactical battle to find out more about eachothers quirks for an assignment, that’s all! I think we just both got a little carried away…” You rub your injured arm awkwardly. 

“Get off me, you old hag!” A now conscious Bakugou commands Recovery Girl. She backs away to her desk to take some notes, but not before calling him an “ungrateful and rude young man”. Bakugou turns to face you, and scans his handiwork (aka, your injuries). “You really got your ass handed to you, huh?” he congratulates himself. You roll your eyes.

“Don’t forget, Recovery Girl is smoochin’ you too. Meaning I did some serious damage.” you point out, fighting a smile. You want to keep your face as smug as Bakugou’s.

“Whatever, loser. We’ll call it a tie,” he smirks at you. “Until I get the chance to beat the shit out of you.”

“Trust me. Next time we fight, there won’t be a tie. Only me standing victorious over your dumb corpse.” you challenge with crossed arms. You can’t help but notice the excitement in Bakugous eyes, and how a genuine grin paves its way across his face. Though when there’s a knock at the door, his smile falls so fast you question if you imagined it.

“Oh! Looks you two have some visitors,” Recovery Girl announces, wobbling towards the door.

Neither you nor Bakugou are in the mood to deal with your significant others. You shake your head and cry, “Please don’t let them in!” But Izuku Texas smashes the door wide open and runs to you, Uraraka following close behind. 

“Y/n! Are you okay?!” he cups your cheeks, and you nod. He ignores your affirmation and scans your entire body for any sign of harm. “O-oh, you have scratches everywhere!” He gingerly pokes a healing cut on your knee, causing a hiss of pain to escape you. 

“Bakugou, where are you hurt?” Uraraka runs her hands down Bakugous biceps, feeling for any bumps or bruises.

“Get off of me,” he growls under his breath, not wanting to draw your attention to them. “I said, get your hands off of me!” Bakugou raises his voice when Uraraka doesn’t listen to him.

“You,” Izuku glowers at Bakugou, “You did this to her,” 

“Izuku, leave him alone,” you plea. He ignores you.

“You hurt her again.” Izuku mumbles, Bakugou quirking his head at the word “again”.

“Zuzu, Bakugou didn’t do shit.” you grab Izukus shoulder to spin him towards you, but he uses his quirk to brush you off. But Izuku ‘brushing you off’ with his quirk means with a single finger flick, he propels you into the wall at the other side of the room. 

“Oh dear,” Recovery Girl gasps through a hand over her mouth

“What the hell?!” Bakugou barks, darting over to you. Uraraka catches his arm and holds him back. 

You struggle to rise. Your legs shake under your weight, but you force them to support you. You glare at the ground, absolutely mortified. Even though you’re disgusted with Midorya, you manage to look him in his eyes.

“We’re done,” you mumble. At this point your whole body trembles, but you can’t tell if it’s from rage or exhaustion.

“Wuh-what?” Izuku’s puppy dog eyes pout in disbelief. He takes a step towards you but you step away. 

“Sorry, was I not loud enough? Allow me to be more clear,” 

You shut your eyes. When you open them, they’re neon e/c.

You’re using your second, and final special move to announce to the whole school Izuku can go to hell.

Your sonic blast. 

“Izuku Midoriya, you and I are done!” You scream into the minds of the hundreds of students attending U.A. You specifically aim your eyes at Izuku, so he receives the worst of it.

Izuku falls to his knees, his green eyes welling up with tears. You might’ve burst his eardrums with that emission. Good.

With that, you run out of Recovery Girls' office and straight to the gym.

All the emotions you've kept bottled up for this entire year suddenly spill out of you. With every punch, your forbidden feelings for Bakugou wiggle back into your heart. Your pent-up rage for Izuku turns into a feeling you've repressed ever since you started dating.

Regret.

You regret twisting your frustration with Bakugou's and Urarakas relationship into feelings for your best friend. 

You slam your fists against the bag, more hot tears streaming down your face with every punch.

You regret ever kissing him that night.

You wish you would've stayed just friends.

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Into the Night - 3

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Pairing: Jaebeom x You

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2511

Warnings: Blood Kink

After the morning you had, you knew you had time for one more small, much needed, detour. You ventured to the local bar, which you knew opened at 11am sharp, and figured you had time for one quick shot of tequila before looking for your next target.

Unbeknownst to you, that target was already there… waiting for you.

The bar was dark, but the front door was propped wide open. You were immediately suspicious when the bartender was sitting on a barstool, slumped over the bar, almost looking like he was taking a nap. “Hey! You okay?” You asked him as you slowly approached. He didn’t move a muscle. “Seriously dude, quit playing around. You just opened and you’re already passed out?” You knew the bartender here was a drunk, but you didn’t think he had gotten that bad. You gently shook the man whose name you never bothered to learn. His body felt ice cold as he slipped off the stool and onto the floor, two small marks on his neck suddenly coming to view. “You were faster than I expected.” A voice said from the other side of the bar. You made the mistake of turning and making eye contact with him, “Now you don’t know how to use a crossbow at all in my presence. You are going to put it on the bar and not touch it until I am done with you.” The man stepped closer, his eyes flashing red, matching the liquid in the old-fashioned glass he was drinking out of. You knew immediately he was using his powers on you and you would once again be helpless to a monster. “What do you want?” you asked, setting down the weapon as if you were controlled by puppet strings. “You.” He said as he walked closer, licking a drop of blood from his lips. You stared at him a moment, taking in his lean, yet muscular figure and striking face. He was like a walking/talking marble sculpture with skin the color of the purest porcelain and hair as black as a starless night. You knew all too well that looks could be deceiving, but he looked as if he wouldn’t hurt a fly. “Why” You asked calmly as he took another swig of the bartenders blood and stepped closer to you. “It is a long explanation princess, but in short, I have wanted to taste you since you began guarding that wretched portal.” “I need to stop you, vampire.” “Jaebeom. Im Jaebeom, princess. If you’re going to attempt to stop someone, you should at least know their name first.” He laughed, “Why do you want to stop me princess, I can control myself you know,” he said, cockily. “It’s a long story.” You said, fighting every urge you had to fulfill your wildest fantasy of fucking a vampire. “I am all ears.” He pulled up a chair and sat, crossing his legs in front of him. “If you’re all ears, then I trust you won’t interrupt me?” You said, feeling like there was a game going on that you did not yet know the rules to. Jaebeom downed the last of the blood and crushed the glass in his hand. He waved his hand at your question, gesturing for you to continue and expecting you to say your piece. However, you enjoyed having the element of surprise, and so instead of saying anything, you dashed towards him and pulled him into a kiss, hoping to throw him off his game enough to gain the upper hand. You felt him stiffen like this was the first time he’d ever been kissed. After a moment, he pulled you close and held you there, pressing your body against his. Through your clothes, you felt how solid his body was. After a few seconds, you pulled away. You saw his expression shift immediately to one of irritation, and he opened his mouth to say something, most likely another snide comment, yet you had been expecting this type of reaction and placed your hand over his mouth. “You said you wouldn’t interrupt me, remember?” You said with a smirk of your own. You watched with great amusement as his expression turned even more perplexed. You were changing the rules to the game you didn’t know how to play and he was impressed. “Jaebeom, I want you to do one simple thing for me, that I think will help our… situation.” You paused again, watching his expressions. You saw his eyebrow twitch, and his pupils dilate in either desire or blood-lust. “I want you to fuck me.” Jaebeom’s previously twitching eyebrows shot directly upwards. He was clearly surprised that you would just offer yourself up to a monster and give him exactly what he wanted. You waited a few seconds for a response, yet Jaebeom remained completely silent, trying to figure out your end game. He suddenly moved with an incredible swiftness and pulled your hand away from his mouth before bringing you in for another hungry kiss. You responded immediately as his cool tongue brushed across your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck instinctively as you leaned into him, your fingers coiling around his long, black hair. You felt two tiny pricks on the inside of your lower lip as he pulled it into his mouth. You heard him inhale sharply as the faint taste of blood hit your tongue. You pulled away from the kiss and opened your eyes to see his expression. His crimson irises had been completely engulfed by blackness as his pupils dilated in carnal desire and blood-lust. “You taste a thousand times better than I could have imagined.” He spoke against your lips, licking your bottom lip for another taste, “After drinking from that man, I feel as if I went from a cheap wine to a rare vintage.” Jaebeom’s hands trailed down your body, starting with your jawline, lingering a little too long at your neck, before skimming over your breasts and down to your waistline. He grabbed at the hem of your shirt and pulled it up and over your head in one swift motion, before stopping to gaze at your half-naked form. Jaebeom then spun you around and planted his hands on your hips. He pulled your back against him, and for the first time you felt his hardness pressing into you. “You see what you’ve done to me?” You heard him whisper, his mouth suddenly at your ear. “I’ve spent years wondering how you’d taste. Now I get to finally find out.” He grabbed at your pants and pulled them down. He could see all of you, yet with your face two inches away from the wall, you could see none of him. However, this slight embarrassment melted away as soon as he pulled your hips back towards him and pressed you against his still-clothed hardness. You shifted your weight to your other leg and reached between your thighs. You heard Jaebeom huff behind you, as his hand glided down your hipbone before coming to join yours at your wet core. You pulled your hand away before placing it atop his and guided his movements. The dull ember in your core grew with each passing second. Before long, you felt your lover grow bolder in his movements, and when he pressed more forcefully against your clit, you let out an involuntary whimper that only made him want to do it more. As if reading your mind, you felt Jaebeom slide one long finger into your heat. You let out a gasp as his cold finger slid deep into you and you heard him deeply hum in approval as he met no resistance. You felt yourself melt under his touch; each second making you lean heavier into the stone wall for support. Your legs began to quiver before long, and you weren’t sure how much longer you would be able to last like this under his touch. You didn’t know if it was years of being obsessed with fictional vampires, his powers, or just his skills that made this so good, but you didn’t want it to stop. You let out a cry when he added a second finger. You felt your walls stretch to accommodate this new intrusion. The last 24 hours had been so crazy, it felt like it had been days since your encounter with the incubus, but it had only been an hour. You’d almost forgotten how good the slight pain of being stretched open felt. Every second had the fire burning brighter within you, yet it still wasn’t enough. You let out a huff as he pulled his hands away from your body. You heard the sound of moving fabric before one large hand pulled at your hips and the other at your upper back, forcing you to bend forward. Instinctively, you opened your legs to keep your balance, giving Jaebeom all the prompting he needed to line himself up and press into your core. You let out a gasp as Jaebeom thrust into you from behind. Your fingers scraped at the rough stone walls as he pulled out, and thrust back inside with ever-increasing speed. Every thrust made you feel like your blood was on fire, had your legs shaking, had your blood coursing through your body a little bit faster, and you knew he could sense it too. You’d seen the way his pupils dilated every time your heart was beating earlier. You’d wager he could hear your heart beat from across the room, so you knew he was also going mad. “Jaebeom, I-” You weren’t sure what you were going to say. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t breathe. Every movement from the man behind you had you aching for more. You felt him pull on you tighter, causing your back to arch even further from him. You let out a stifled whimper as he wrapped one of his arms around your torso, pulling your body impossibly closer to his, and wrapped one of his large hands around your throat. It only took a few seconds for the light-headedness to kick in. You weren’t sure if he knew exactly what he was doing to you, or if his hand on your throat was simply an allusion to the control he seemingly so desired. Nevertheless, it was making it even harder for you to have any coherent thoughts. With his free hand rubbing your sensitive clitoris and his hard cock buried deep inside of you, you fell over the edge. You let out a strangled moan as you orgasmed hard, your walls squeezing down on your lover. As your walls fluttered around him, you heard your lover let out a low groan. He lowered his head to your neck, and you felt two small pricks as his fangs sank into your skin. He sucked hard, and you felt blood flow from the wound. You let out another strangled whimper as he drank from you freely, before his tongue caressed your skin and sealed the wounds closed. “You taste better than any wine ever could,” he said, his voice muffled against your skin. “You should take care that I don’t take a liking to this.” Yet even after your orgasm, Jaebeom didn’t stop. Every thrust of your lover’s hard cock into you had you winding back up, and every second led him closer to an orgasm of his own. You felt his hipbones digging into your ass with every movement, and every thrust had your sensitive nipples scraping against the stone. “Bite me again,” you pleaded, wriggling back against him. “Please.” Jaebeom didn’t reply, but you felt him push your head to the other side and bite down again. This one was harder, much harder, and you let out a pained moan as he did so, but it wasn’t anything you didn’t want within that moment. His control on you had you not willing to fight him or fight back and you were enticed by this danger. Stopping him would have to wait until you both had your fill. He drank from you again, his hand still around your throat like a vice. You saw stars, and with another strangled whimper, orgasmed again, causing him to suck harder and moan against your bleeding neck. But this time, you weren’t alone; Jaebeom’s thrusts became more erratic with every passing second. He pulled you down onto him with increasing force, chasing his own release. You looked over your shoulder just in time to see him orgasm too. He was in such bliss you believed this could possibly be his first time in both his life and death. His mouth hung slightly ajar, revealing two long fangs among his perfectly straight teeth, and your blood covered his face and neck. His eyes were still seemingly black, his red irises completely eclipsed by dilated pupils. His hips slammed into you a few more times before he shuddered, spilling into you. You felt him thrust into your core slowly as he finished before he gradually stilled and withdrew completely. Without Jaebeom behind you for support, you nearly fell over. Your neck ached from the multitude of bite marks that he’d left and the whole lower half of your body ached from the way Jaebeom had fucked you so primally. Yet you wouldn’t complain to anyone about the pain. You’d enjoyed every second of it. “Wasn’t there a long story you were supposed to be telling me?” Jaebeom asked, his now severely bloodied smirk making an appearance. You shook your head slowly. “Not right now,” you replied, your voice slightly slurred, “but I think the next time we meet the story will end.” Jaebeom licked his lips, “So do I.” The vampire wiped his face with a bar rag and grabbed his clothes before coming close to you again. He held your face still as he locked his eyes on you. “You are going to forget I was ever here with you.” He whispered, “The marks on your neck came from another monster and I was never here.” You felt your mind get foggy. “You were never here.” “You are going to close your eyes and count to ten.” He whispered before wiping the blood off your neck and kissing you one last time. You closed your eyes and began to count. When he knew his mind control worked, he left in the blink of an eye. When you opened your eyes the bar was empty, sans the deceased bartender, and you didn’t remember anything after leaving the gas station. It was clear another monster has been here. “Hello?” You yelled out as you quickly dressed yourself, picked up the crossbow, and cleared the bar. You missed the monster, probably only by a few moments. “What did Yugyeom do to me?” You asked out loud as you reached behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of 1800 tequila. You took the bottle, leaving some money behind on the bar, similar to how you did at the gas station, and headed out of the town towards the local lake. You spent many days relaxing near the water and knew that you had to regroup without any distractions so you could find the remaining monsters. Once you arrived at the normally serene waterfront, you realized that you wouldn’t be getting any alone time any time soon.

[startreckobsessed]

You want request? How about Bones, or his girlfriend, or maybe both of them, being suspicious about the fidelity of the other. Like really suspicious, make em look like they are really cheating (but they are not). Then they fight, like really fight, borderline breakup. But at the end, they make up. You can make it smut at the end, where partner A (the one who we thought was cheating) says to partner B that everything he/she has is hers/his. EVERYTHING. 😉😉😉😉 I’ll be waiting, love.

The road to the relationship had been rocky from the beginning, you both bickered constantly, but he had this deep seated fear down to his bones that he wouldn't be good enough for you. It was bad enough that there was a good chunk of an age gap, but you had to be witty, charming and you held a kind of beauty that attracted every kind of attention.

Now, Jocelyn never exactly cheated on him, but she did little things that would chip away at his self image; the way her eyes would linger on other men and act dissatisfied with him when they went home at the end of the night, not to mention how her lawyers raked him through the coals claiming he was an absent partner when in reality he had made long drives and days at a time without sleep to spend time with her during medical school and his residency.

Sometimes his past experiences colored the way he saw your actions, his imagination going crazy with how bad the situation looked, even of you acting suspicious didn't help any.

You had grown... Distant, lately. You would get up earlier and return extremely late. You were also careful with your words, thinking more before you spoke. Your mind was always elsewhere when you were together.

The implications he came to made his stomach turn. You were more than just his girlfriend, you were his best friend, his confidant. He would feel so lost without your support.

A little like he was feeling right now.

It wasn't until his weekly drink with Jim that his fears were confirmed.

Jim had been late, which wasn't abnormal but he was really late. Leonard was tired, eyelids heavy and his body ached, he decided to go back to your shared quarters to get some shut eye.

As he was making his way down the long winding hall he heard a bump coming from one of the many medical supply closets. He rolled his eyes, pausing for a second debating if he even wanted to go bust a couple of ensigns about to get it on. With a huff he turned, twisting open the knob and-

His breath caught, heart stuttering painfully.

It was you. Sitting up on the counter, ensign Hennricks standing between your legs. One of his hands was resting on your knee, the other was pushing the hair away from your face.

A strangled noise escaped his lips, he turned on his heel and sped down the hall. "Len!" You call, hopping off the table and chased after him, just catching a glimpse of him disappearing around the corner.

You shot forward, skidding around and finally catching up, grasping his bicep and spinning him around, but he wouldn't look at you. His eyes looked toward the ground, nostrils flared and mouth turned in a deep frown. He ripped his arm away from your hold. "Leonard,-that wasnt-" "don't." He growled. "Don't try to lie to me." His accent thickened with emotion. "How could you?" You shook your head "I'm not lying Len. If you would just-" "no." He hisses "I'm done with you. You knew how hard it was for me to- to trust again. You knew it and you still-" he pinched his eyes closed, a tear dripping down his cheek. You felt a pang of guilt go through you. And you felt like you couldn't breath. He turned away from you, and in a moment of clarity you reached for his head and turned it toward you.

"Leonard! Look at me!" You demand. His red eyes met yours for a brief second but it was enough for him to finally see the gash that traveled over your eyebrow and just shy of your eye. "What happened?" He asked in a gravely tone before he could think better to. Your other hand came up to cradle his face as his teary blood shot eyes roamed your face, now seeing a fresh bruise on your jaw. "Hennricks was patching me up, using a tissue regenerator so you wouldn't worry. I-ive been in training to become SSO." His eyebrows shot up incrediously "Why didn't you just tell me?"

You bit your lip. "I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it. And.." "and what?" "I uh, I didn't want you to be disappointed if I couldn't do it. I know it bothers you that were not exactly on equal ground, that if our stations were level mabey you would feel more secure and.. people would stop assuming I'm sleeping my way to the top." He huffed slightly, one brow arching "who's been assuming?" You shake your head at his protectiveness, swallowing thickly. "It doesn't matter." You say.

He sighed " did you get the promotion?" You shrug "won't know till tommorow." He nods, avoiding your eyes again. "I'm sorry." You say. "For... Making you think I would ever want

Anyone but you Len. Your it for me, your everything for me." He blinked away a new onslaught of tears. You smile sadly, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips.

He sighs into the kiss, the stress melting from his body as he winds his arms around you, pressing lips more firmly to yours as your hands ball up in his uniform shirt, pulling his body closer to yours.

When you both stumble into your room, the lights are out, only the faint blue glow of the rooms control panel allowing you to see the faint outline of the bed.

The matress dipped as you fell back onto it, Leonard's hands roamed under your skirt, the other cradled your jaw as your lips collided over and over.

Your hands slipped under his shirt, fingers trailing over his heated skin. He shivers, hands leaving you to rip his shirt up over his head. You bite your lip, your neck getting hot as he does the same with yours. Slower, gentler and almost reverently as he underssed you until you were both bare.

Your hand traveled down his abdomen, brushing against the tip of his erect cock. His nostrals flared as your hand drifted further, wrapping around his shaft. Your thumb swiped over his tip, spreading his pearly white precum. You pumped him gently, your right hand focused on the tip as you massaged him. He was somewhat hunched over you, arms caging you in on both sides of the bed. You let go of him for a moment to steer him onto his back on the bed with you on your stomach between his legs. You wrapped your hand around his shaft.

You looked straight into his glazed hazel eyes as you took the base of his shaft into your mouth. Your tounge swirling as you sucked. A gutteral sound escaped his throat and his hands gripped the sheets,heels digging into the mattress. You smirked slightly, you always loved pulling sounds like that out of him.

Your mouth traveled up and down until his cock was slick and shining from your spit, his body growing tenser and tenser as his orgasm built. Suddenly he pulled you off of his cock, pulling your lips to his again with a growl, manuvering you to roll under him as he hovers above you. He gripped his wet cock, rubbing it over your clit and entrance teasingly. You moan and buck your hips as he rubs the tip up and down between your folds. Half of you wanted him to never stop doing what he was doing, the feeling of his cock dragging over your clit felt amazing, the other half wanted him to plow into you. You whined at the intensity of the sensations. "You like that?" He murmured. You nodd franticlly. "Have to remember that." He murmurs before slowly sinking into you. Your breath caught, savoring the feeling of being filled so deliciously. Your eyes squeesed shut. His fingers caught your chin. "Feel good darlin'?"

You nodded, brain too hazy to form coherent words. You opened your eyes and shuttered as he shifted inside you. You gripped his shoulders and pushed him to sit back against the wall as you sat on top of his lap, cock still buried deep inside of you. Your hands rest on his shoulders, one of your hands coming to rest against his cheek as you slowly started to move your hips, milking his cock.

His mouth drops open slightly, hands landing to rest on your hips and all he can do is watch your breasts move along with your labored breathing. After a few minutes his head bangs back against the wall, hands gripping your hips tighter as his eyes clench shut, and hot streams of cum exploding inside of you. You gasp, the twitching and warmth of his cock paired with your thrusts causing your orgasm to rip through you, almost violently.

As you both come down from. The high, You both still, your breathing stilling as he softens inside you, and you climb off. He lays down beside you, arm wrapping around your waist as he presses a kiss to your brow.

"Im sorry." He says into the darkness. You shake your head "your everything to me, Len. Everything." You say before you both settle in, falling asleep.

Fin.

[familiarxmariana]

When: Friday, May 28th Where: Voyeur Club // Salazar’s home Who: Mariana Rosales , @witch-salazar​ Notes: tl;dr from Discord. Salazar saves Mariana from a demon and brings her home where they (platonically) spend the night together and he finally sees her severed bond scar.

Mariana — 

The only thing worse than working all day in a place where her being touched and groped and leered at was perfectly acceptable was...this. Being rented. Being seen as a toy, completely at someone else’s whim. Case in point, a demon who thought she was a pretty little thing and decided to rent her for the night and take her to a business meeting he had at a club. Mari was forced to wear a ‘dress’ that was skin tight- the neckline low and the bottom hardly reaching her thighs and she hated it- being on display like this against her will. But there was nothing she could do about it. Just like there was nothing she could do about the fact that the demon in question insisted she sit on his lap, his fingers moving along her body as he spoke to an associate and she just stared off at nothing, willing time to go faster. She suddenly felt his hand slip between her thighs and gave a little squeeze before he nudged at her to go to the bar to get some drinks and she let out a breath of relief, nodding and heading off. She tried keeping her head ducked down as she walked to the bar—only to smack right into someone’s back and nearly toppling over. “I-I’m sorry.”

Salazar —

It was a long while since he indulged in a night to just let loose, what he didn't expected was a party of rowdy demons having some sort of gathering and making his peace evening go to hell...pun intended. He was about to leave when someone stumbled on him. Looking up he was surprised to see the brunette girl he seemed to see everywhere, even in his dreams "Hey are you okay?" He asked, seeing how pale she was and how...subdued she looked.

Mariana — 

Mari swallowed hard as she looked up and realized just who it was. Salazar. The Supreme. Immediately she straightened up, her internal walls slamming down into place that she could easily hide behind- refusing to let him (or anyone) see how tense or upset she was. “Im fine.” She replied immediately, even crossing her arms over her chest. “Are you following me now or something?” She tacked on, immediately trying to just change the subject so he wouldn’t look into the situation too much.

Salazar — 

He let out a huff of a laugh, sitting down again on the bar stool "we live in the same town, we are bound to see each other sometimes" he said with a shrug "Why are you here, though? He asked, noticing how she was dressed. He couldn't help but admit tbat she was indeed gorgeous but he she didn't look comfortable with what she was wearing

Mariana —

“I’d never seen you until a month ago and now I see you practically everywhere I look.” Which...she didn’t know how she felt about it. She didn’t know how she felt about the fact that she’d dreamt of the witch, how she unconsciously looked around for him whenever she strayed too close to The Cottages. Ridiculous. At the question she swallowed, ignoring it for a moment as she gave the order to the bartender for a round of drinks for the demon and his companions. “I’m here with someone.” was all she said, not meeting his eyes.

Salazar — 

He frowned "Willingly?" He asked with a hint if concern. He couldn't believe that she would even agree to it, knowing what he saw back at the dinner. He didn't know but that thought made something burn softly inside him and made his frown deepen, he didn't like the feeling though. It was something he haven't felt before and now he didn't know how to deal with it.

Mariana — 

“Does it matter?” She shot back immediately, giving him a look that just screamed seriously?. She was given a tray with the beers she had to bring back to her date ans she at least shot a tight smile to the witch as she turned back around. “See you around, Supreme.” She responded, gaze lingering just for a moment before she headed off back to the table she was at, serving the drinks.

Salazar — 

He didn't got the time to respond so he just saw her leave, following with his gaze right up to the table where those damned demons were. Deciding to keep an eye on her he turned around after ordering another drink, something inside of him telling him that he needed to protect her

Mariana — 

Mari didn't like how she felt..bad, leaving him. Not like she knew him, or owed him anything. Maybe it was just her lingering longing to not go back to the demons. Oh well. She served them all their drinks, just swallowing as she was made to bend over, letting them grope over her ass or ogle over her. Eventually she was summoned back over to the man who'd rented her, made to sit on his lap and within seconds he was on her, pushing her hair aside so he could mouth at her neck, making her tense up as he licked and bit at her neck, marking her and making her skin crawl before he pulled away to speak to his colleagues. Like she wasn't even there, like this wasn't happening. One of his hands moved up to her breast while the other went between her legs and on instinct Mariana finally moved, shoving at him to stop. and clearly that was the wrong thing to do because a moment later she was being backhanded hard and thrown to the ground. She tasted blood in her mouth and she let out a little cry as he was suddenly in her face, eyes pitch black and her fingers gripping at her throat, hauling her up onto her knees to face him, "*You'd best think twice before doing that again. You're mine. If I want to fuck you right here in front of everyone, I will." as if to make a point his free hand moved to the thin little strap of her dress, ripping it off.

Salazar — 

Everything happened so fast, one moment he was seeing how she was serving drinks as his blood boiled at how that stupid demon though he could grope her like that and the next...the next he was on his feet, seeing red after seeing how he had hit her to the point of being thrown to the ground. In seconds he had the demon against the wall, choking for hair "You aren't that brave now are you, big boy" he screamed at his face just like he had done to Mariana "Come on, try something because i really want to break your dick and that would give me the best excuse" and with that he started hitting him, going crazy as a bull who just saw red, seeing and hearing the way she screamed he went on autopilot, his powers going crazy with his rage.

Mariana — 

While she'd expected to be forced into sex tonight, one thing Mari didn't expect was to be hit and choked and bleeding in public. She choked on her breath as the demon's fingers tightened around her throat. But as quick as it'd all happened, the demon was suddenly flying off her and being slammed into a wall. Mariana coughed for a moment, reaching up to shakily touch her throat before she suddenly heard the yelling and the commotion and she looked up, eyes widening as she saw...Salazar? Eyes widened as the witch started railing on the demon, throwing punches and anger so visceral she could feel it and Mari forced herself up to stand, reaching for his arm. "S-Sa..Salazar, stop!" she begged at the same time the demon spit blood in Salazar's face and used his own powers to try and get the witch off him.

Salazar — 

All he could hear was his blood flowing in his ears making it imposible for him to heard the girl's scream , the moment Mariana screamed and fell to the floor repeating in his head over and over, making his punches stronger. When the demon spit on him he just snickered darkly and threw him to the floor "I don't even need my powers to fuck you up" he said gripping his head and starting to slam it against the floor "You touch her again and I'll kill you" He screamed, accentuating evey word with a slam against the floor.

Mariana — 

By then a crowd had formed around them, others yelling, everything overwhelming. The guards in the club were starting to come over then too, some with guns, some with knives, others just brute, supernatural strength and Mariana tried again, her heart pounding, tugging on his arm. "Salazar, stop." She tried again, trying to duck down to get into his line of sight "Please!"

Salazar — 

The moment he saw her in front of him his blind rage dissipated and he stoped, letting the demon go with a shove "Are you okay?" He mumbled, looking her over to see if someone else had tried to get smart with her. It was so...weird how nothing else mattered to him besides her well being, not even the commotion he had created.

Mariana — 

Mari didn't know why he was doing all this, why he was so...mad. She didn't mean anything to him, she wasn't his....they weren't anything. So why...? "I-I'm fine..." she breathed out- even with finger-shaped bruises around her throat and a split lip. The guards were moving in then, breaking up the crowd. One was helping the demon stand up while others pointed a gun and a blade in their direction, wanting them out. She swallowed hard and nodded, taking a step away from Salazar and..towards the demon. He still owned her til tomorrow after all. And after all this, she was hoping she'd even make it to then. "R-Really just...you can go. I'll be okay."

Salazar — 

He finally looked around and let out a huff while rolling his eyes at how they were treating them, feeling proud of hoe bad the demon looked. Turning to look at her and frowning, why would she- oh...right. In that moment he made a decision that he didn't know if it wpuld get him in trouble but he took the girl's arm and pulled her towards him "You are not going back to that...thing" he said with disdain, looking at the demon.

Mariana —

She tensed up for a second when he grabbed at her, but just as quickly as it came, it went. Despite everything.....Mariana couldn't deny that she felt safe with him. Knew that he wouldn't actually hurt her. So the tenseness left her body and she relaxed for a moment..but it couldn't be this easy, right? Sure he was the Supreme, he was a Council Member but....these were rules he helped create.. And as if on cue, the demon yanked himself free of the guard, eyes still pitch black. "I bought that bitch for the entire night. She's mine. You can have whatever's left once I'm done with her."

Salazar — 

"Oh you will regret saying that" And with that he threw a punch to his face harder than the other, a satisfied smirk appearing on his face when he heard the crack of broken bone. After that he dug for his wallet and pulled out a wag of cash, throwing at him "Stop whining, asshole and if I see you even close to her again, I'll find a way to send you to hell without a way to come back " and with that he took her hand and guided her out of the club, his hands still shaking in rage. Looking at her briefly he took off his jacket "Here, it's cold outside" he said offering it to her.

Mariana — 

Mari could do nothing but watch as Salazar punched the demon again, wincing as she heard the bones breaking in his face. Before anymore could be done though, guards were hauling both men away to opposite exits--and Sal was grabbing her hand, making her go with him and all she could do was stumble along with him, her heart still racing and head still spinning from it all. The cold night air outside smacked her in the face immediately and she let out a shaky breath, trying to wrap her head around what'd happened. She snapped back to reality as a jacket was handed to her, and with shaky fingers she grabbed it, slinging it over her shoulders. Her body practically swam in the material, but at least she wasn't as on display anymore. "Y...You didn't have to do all that.."

Salazar — 

"I did....believe me I did" He said, not giving it room for discussion. He was making his way to his home, there she could rest for the night and he could heal her in peace "Don't ask me why though. Cause I don't even know"

Mariana — 

Mari stayed quiet as he said that, letting out a heavy breath. It was quiet for a few minutes as they walked, the only sounds being the ones from her heels hitting the pavement as she walked. At a street corner though, she moved to turn left but he kept going straight and she paused, frowning, “the gutters are back this way.”

Salazar — 

He stopped and looked over his shoulder at her "We aren't going to the gutters" he said before walking back and taking her hand in his, guiding her back to where he was walking "I won't let you stay there after what happened tonight"

Mariana — 

“What?” Mari looked up at him, confused before he was suddenly taking her hand and pulling her in the direction he was originally going. Frowning, she followed along...finding she didn’t quite mind him keeping a hold of her hand- bigger than hers, calloused, warm. Safe. She swallowed and pulled her hand gently out of his but stayed walking beside him. “Then..where are we going? I...I’m listed as his until tomorrow morning.....I’m already going to be in enough trouble..”

Salazar — 

He clenched his hand in a fist as soon as she slipped hers out of his grip, feeling restless once more. It was crazy how such a simple touch could calm him down so quickly. "To my house, you won't be in trouble. He knows better than to say shit" huffing rounded another corner, feeling his shoulders start to loosen up at the feeling of being on his territory.

Mariana — 

Mari vehemently ignored the feeling of loss she felt when she let go of his hand, ignored the tickle in the back of her brain to reach out and grab again, to be close to a witch. Instead she just clenched her fists again, reminding herself that without her gloves, it was for the best anyways- Lest he saw her bond scar. “A-And if he does? He’s maybe scared of you, but what’s stopping from going To the guardians and saying I ran off? O-Or the council...—the rest of them anyways..” she tacked on quietly at the end, realizing he was on the council, so maybe...maybe it actually wouldn’t be too bad..?

Salazar — 

"Darling I'm the council, if they have something to say they'll have to talk to me" he said with a little smirk, running his hand through his hair and shivering slightly. Letting out sigh of relief at the sight of her house, he walked the rest of the way with her and opened the door, letting her in first "Feel at home, do you want something to change into?" He asked, knowing that her dress was almosr ruined.

Mariana — 

“...You’d really vouch for me?” She asked quietly, looking up at him. When he shivered she frowned, looking at the suit jacket she was wearing and feeling bad that he’d given up his comfort for her. Soon though, they were by the Cottages, Mariana able to feel the magic in the air and she let out a breath, unconsciously relaxing. She followed him into a house that was practically in the center of it all, and once inside she shuddered again, adamantly ignoring how...nice it felt inside. Comforting. Welcoming. At his question she hummed, looking down at herself, “O-Oh um....yeah. I guess, sure.” She agreed, taking off his jacket and handing it over, immediately crossing her arms over her chest and ignoring the broken strap dangling against her arm.

Salazar — 

"Of course I would" he said as if it were obvious. Like he said, he was the council and if he bad to lie to get the girl off the hook, he would. Nodding he closed the door behind him after taking the jacket and going to his room to see what he could give her to wear. Seeing a black long sleeved shirt that was a bit bigger on him so he figured it would work, he took a towel too and went back to the living room "Here, figured you wanted to shower. My room is over there "he said pointing at the hallway "Last room an the left" he offered a soft smile and went to the kitchen to get some tea done.

Mariana — 

When Sal left the room for a moment mariana took the time to look around, really take it in. Absently, her fingers ran over a side table, looking at all the artifacts and potion ingredients And feeling another wave of longing that she tried to stamp down. When he returned a minute later with a shirt and a towel Mari let out a shaky breath ans nodded, taking everything with her right hand so he couldn’t see her mark before she nodded, “I um....thank you.” She told him softly, gaze lingering for a a moment before she finally disappeared off to shower.

Salazar — 

He didn't take his eyes off of her until she was inside his room, going to his backyard to smoke and...think. He didn't know what came next but what he did know was that from now on he would try to protect her.

Mariana — 

Mariana allowed herself a few moments to look around his bedroom, taking it all in before she finally decided to go to the bathroom to shower, eagerly scrubbing the night off herself until her skin was a bit red. She tried not to think about the fact that she was using his soap, would smell like his shampoo, her own scent mixing all over his in his space. Soon enough she was done and dried off and she pulled his shirt on, the material practically a dress on her, covering down past her underwear and the sleeves past her hands but it was soft and clean and...and it smelled like him. Damp curls stayed loose along her shoulders as she walked through his house, trying to find him and spotting him outside and she walked over, “Salazar?” She called quietly, biting her lip as she gently knocked on the doorframe to get his attention and let him know she was done taking over his space.

Salazar — 

Letting the last of the smoke out he threw the butt of the cigarette into the ashtray, still deep in thoughts until he felt her? Coming closer and turning to look at her when she called his name. At that moment he couldn't help but stare, she looked so soft and so...good in his clothes. Shaking his head he went to her "How are you feeling?" He asked, not daring to touch her

Mariana — 

Mariana managed a little smile when he turned to face her and she hummed, shrugging a bit, “I’m alright. Just tired.” She admitted. Her neck still had little dots of bruises from the demon’s grip and the corner of her mouth was scabbed over, red and soon to bruise but other than that she was fine. “Thank you..a-again. You really didn’t have to do all this for me..”

Salazar — 

"I told you I did, I just couldn't stand there and do nothing" he mumbled, getting closer and reaching up to her face "Can I?" He whispered now close enough to not needing to talk too loudly. He wanted her ro be as good as new, physically at least "You can rest here as long as you want, I'll take care of everything"

Mariana — 

She let out a breath as she looked away, just nodding down at the ground and figuring that was the best answer she was going to get. When he came forward and his hand hovered by her face she let out a breath for a second before just nodding again, giving him permission to touch her. “O...Okay.” She agreed before humming, “I don’t think I should even stay passed tomorrow though. You may be a council member but...there’s still laws to follow. I...I don’t want you getting in trouble for me.”

Salazar — 

With her permission he placed his hand on her cheek, starting to send healing energy towards her cheek and neck while chanting softly. Relief cursing through him when he slowly saw the wound close and the red marks on her neck disappear, once she was funny healed he hesitated to pull away and just stayed there "I know but for tonight just relax and i don't know, try not to think of the none existing trouble you are going to put me through, yeah?"

Mariana — 

Mari sucked in a breath as his hand moved to her cheek ans it took all her will power to not lean into his touch, to just stay still and let him heal her. She felt a tingling in her body, made her shiver and she swallowed, eyes closing for a moment as he finished healing her, the dull throbbing finally disappearing. Once he pulled back and spoke she sighed softly, rolling her eyes but there was a little hint of a smile on her face as she nodded. “Okay, okay.”

Salazar — 

"Are you hungry?" He asked, getting back inside and to his kitchen to see what he had to make food. He could make simple sandwiches so he was glad that he at least had that "or do you want to go rest?

Mariana — 

She hesitated a moment before just shrugging and following him into the kitchen, “I...—yeah. Sure. I can eat something. Might help.” She murmured as she walked more with him into his space. “I um...can I help? With anything?”(edited)

Salazar — 

"Um..sure, can you cut this?" He said giving her some vegetables he had pulled out from the fridge "I'll be just some chicken subs? Is that okay with you?" He asked, going to pull out tje rest of the ingredients.

Mariana — 

Mari nodded, taking the peppers and onions handed to her and at his comment she rose a brow, giving him a little smile, “considering I usually just eat what I’m allowed from the diner or..whatever they decide to give us in the gutters, I think subs would be great.” It was...odd, how easy this was, how calm she felt around him—a calm she hadn’t felt in a decade. And it should scare her, but right now she didn’t want to focus on that.

Salazar —

Chuckling and face palming himself in the face he nodded "Right, yeah you are right" he mumbled and started making the chicken. For a moment everything felt so...natural that he started humming softly like he usually did while cooking. Cutting the bread and looking for other things at the fridge, maneuvering himself around the girl by actually putting his hands on her waist to move her and look for a pan, everything feeling so...familiar.

Mariana —

Mari used to love cooking with her mother, always loved being in the kitchen and feeding her family, and then serving her witch. So doing it now again after so many years was something she never realized she missed as much as she apparently did. Once done chopping she looked to him, only surprised for a moment by the feeling of his hands against her waist moving her but she let it happen, easily moving along how he wanted her to. Once the pan was out she poured the cut up veggies in and she reached over, hand gently on his arm and the other lightly mmm taking the wooden spoon from his hand,  “I got it. I...I used to like to cook. I haven’t done it in a long time.”

Salazar — 

"You sure?" He asked, letting her take the pan. He wanted her to feel okay, so if cooking would help her he would let her. "Whatever you need, I have it here" he said pointing at the cabinets "Want my help?"

Mariana — 

“Yeah. If you’re okay with it.” She replied, giving him a little smile again before taking over at the stove “oh um...I don’t know my way around your kitchen...if you wanna set the table or..wherever you eat?” She asked moving to pull her hair behind her back to her it out of her face and within moments she was getting into it, easily stirring up the vegetables and adding in the chicken to start cooking it all together.

Salazar —

"Yes yes totally" and with that he moved to set the table and put all they needed in there. He usually didn't eat there, opting to just eat on the couch because why bother? It just made him feel lonelier than he always felt "What do you want to drink? I have juice and beer and of course, water"

Mariana — 

Mari glanced to him as he walked off, again feeling this fluttering in her belly at how much she...liked all this. How nice and easy it all felt and how she wanted it to continue. Fuck. She dazed off for a moment as she stirred the food, stuck in her thoughts until he spoke and she hummed, “oh um..anything? You pick. Surprise me.” She tacked on with a little smile, nodding for@him to get her the bread next so she could make the sandwiches.

Salazar —

Surprise her he didn't know why but that answer and that little smile made him want to just give her everything and that was...dangerous. Clearing his throat and chuckling and grabbed two glasses and decided to make mimosas for them, not wanting ti give her plain beers "Surprise?" He asked after being done.

Mariana —

While Sal went to get their drinks, Mariana finished up with the food, finding herself going through his fridge and taking out some cheese to add to melt on the food before pouring it out into the two bread rolls for the sandwiches. When she was done plating then, Salazar came back with the drinks and Mari smiled, offering him a plate while he offered a drink. “right back at you.” She teased lightly.May 31, 2021

Salazar — 

Looking down at tbe plate he smiled "This look amazing, thank you" He said with a genuine smile. He guided her to the table and left his plate and drink there before pulling her chair back, his excuse was that she had her hands full but deep down, very deep down he knew that he wanted to impress her.

Mariana —

Mari looked down for a moment, a shy little smile on her face at the compliment before she hummed softly, "Hopefully it tastes alright. I haven't cooked since I was home." She admitted quietly- saying the word home before she could even stop herself. She just tried to ignore it though and moved with him to the table, thanking him softly as he pulled the chair out for her.

Salazar —

He sat down after and after giving her a soft thank you he started to eat, letting out a moan of pleasure at how good it taste "This is great, I'm not lying" He said while eating "What else do you like to make? As in food?"

Mariana — 

She smiled again as he complimented her again, feeling a wave of...something wash over her at pleasing him- at doing something to take care of him. She began eating her own sandwich, smiling still as she took a sip from the drink he'd made them. Her expression dimmed a bit though at the question and she looked down, humming softly, "I have a few family recipes I was taught when I was little back in um..--back in Mexico. Where I'm from."

Salazar —

Noticing the way her mood changed he bit his lip "I'm sorry if asking that brought unwanted memories" he mumbled, taking a sip of his drink. He knew how she felt, family being a sore subject for him too which is why he has never talking about them with anyone.

Mariana — 

Mari shook her head, eyes down on her plate still as she chewed another bite of food. "Not unwanted." She murmured quietly, taking another sip of her drink. "More just like...a different lifetime ago." she tried before nodding to him. "Where are you from?"

Salazar — 

"Yeah...I know what you mean" He mumbled, taking another bite of his sandwich. He felt he needed to drink something stronger to drink if they were going to start diving into that territories but he didn't wanted to look like a lunatic so, he didn't moved "Venezuela, I'm from Venezuela" he said with a soft smile.

Mariana — 

Mari took another bite, glad to have something to occupy herself with even as she nodded again, "Did you leave just before the war too?" She asked, wondering just how similar their paths were. As she took she took the last sip of her drink and hummed, moving to get up. "As good as these were...you have any beer?" She asked, tilting her head and figuring they needed something more to drink--and just wanting the change of topic.

Salazar — 

He drank what was left of his drink and huffed a laugh "You could say that, way way before" with that he got up and went to grab a couple of beers for them. Giving one to her before resuming to eat his sandwich with some small talk. Once they were done he offered to wash everything since she had made their food and told her to go to the living room and relax there.

Mariana — 

“Way, way?” She echoed, taking the beer from him and giving him a little smirk around the rim of the bottle, “just how old are you, viejito?”’she teased, taking another drink before continuing her sandwich to finish it up. Once done she gave him a smile as he offered to clean ans she nodded, unconsciously brushing by him as she walked by before she went to the couch. She immediately curled up on one corner, bare legs pulling up under her as she settled in and she just allowed herself another moment to look around, take in his space as she absently ran her fingers through her now-dry hair, twirling a curl around her finger and trying to figure out just...how this all happened and how she ended up here- with him of all people. And how she didn’t quite mind it.

Salazar — 

Shaking his head with a laugh, he finished washing the dishes and putting everything in its place. He then went back to the living room where the girl was  and sat down beside her "521, chiquita. That's my age" he said with a smirk.

Mariana — 

When he finally came back Mariana could already feel exhaustion kicking in, her being tired after the night she’d had, but she perked up when he came back into the room, watching him sit down as she sipped her beer again. His words made her blink though, eyes widening slightly, “Five...—“ she breathed softly before shaking her head. “Wow. Well....considering I’m only 30, my years must just be a blip in your radar.” She grinned at him, taking another sip.

Salazar —

" You are a baby compared to me" he said with a chuckle "I can't even remember what I was doing when I was 30 to be honest" Running his hand through his hair he looked at her, noticing how tired she was and how much she was yawning. Standing up he went to cover her with the blanket the couch had on the backrest "I'll go shower, I'll be back in a bit" He kissed her head and went to take a quick shower.

Mariana — 

“Don’t rub it in, old man.” She shot back—but it was said lightly, with a little smile on her face still. She finished her beer soon enough and put the bottle on the ground for now, absently watching the tv once it was put on and when he threw a blanket over her she hummed, not saying no to it and keeping it over her. “Okay.” She agreed, turning her eyes to the screen again—but what she hadn’t expected was the kiss to her head. Something so gentle and automatic she almost missed it. almost. Instead her heart skipped and her breath caught a bit and a wave of longing flooded through her. But he was gone all at the same time and she looked to him, watching him go. It took a few minutes for her heart to stop racing, and a few minutes more for her to fully relax again. Mari had curled up more under the blanket he threw over her , and with the volume of the tv low and the darkness of the room, Mariana  found herself falling asleep, curled up up to her neck under the blanket.

Salazar — 

Finishing his shower as quick as he could he put on a pair of black sweatpants (he was pretty sure they were the pair of the shirt he has given Mariana) and walked out to the living room while drying his hair with a towel, the scene that greeted him really made his heart do a summersault and he couldn't help but smile. There on the couch, snuggled up like a kitten, was the girl fast asleep if her slow breathing pattern was anything to go by. He went and left the towel on the bathroom before going back to the the girl, crouching down in front of her to...admire her. The soft curve of her nose, her soft looking lips (which he tried not to focus too much on), when he went to grab the hand that had fallen out from the blanked he noticed the black scar on her hand and when his brain caught on the meaning, his eyes watered with pain for her, running his hand over his face he stared at it "How much you must have suffered" he whispered. Deciding not to let her sleep there he carried her bridal style careful not to wake her up and took her to his room, laying her down on his bed. He hesitated before laying down beside her, leaving a respectable distance between them.

Mariana — 

Mariana barely stirred when he came into the room, far more exhausted than she'd even realized--especially since, for the first time in a long time, her psyche knew she was safe here. She didn't have to sleep with one eye open, didn't have to fear that at any moment she'd be woken up. Rented. Punished. So she was so deeply asleep she didn't even stir when Salazar touched her hand or when she was picked up. Instead she just curled against him, nuzzling in against his chest as she slept. Mari stayed sleeping deeply the whole night too but she shifted as her dreams turned dark, nudging the pillow between them aside and unconsciously shifting closer to the witch, her entire being wanting to be closer, craving the safety and the peace that came from being around him. She ended up curled against his side, her head resting on his chest and her (scarred) hand laying over his heart as she drifted back off to an easier sleep, his presence practically guarding her from nightmares.

Salazar — 

He didn't know when it happened but throughout the night he ended up with a armful of familiar and him pretty much wrapping her in his arms protectively around her, his face pretty much pressed into her hair and his heart and mind in peace, like it hasn't been in a long time.

Mariana — 

Mari stayed cuddled up against him, only finally beginning to stir awake when the morning sun began streaming through the windows. She let out a little noise, nuzzling her face against him for a moment and scrunching her face up against the light before things started coming back to her. The demon. Being rented. Being touched. Being hit and choked. Being saved. Her eyelashes slowly fluttered open as she realized her pillow was moving, breathing slowly, and a moment later she realized why and just who it was. Salazar. She shifted a bit, about to move away when she realized his arms were wrapped around her (and her bare legs were tangled with his and she let out a shaky breath, lifting her head up just enough to look down at his sleeping face.June 2, 2021

Salazar — 

If someone asked him what has been the best sleep of his life he would, without a doubt, say last's. He slept so soundly and peacefully like he hadn't in ages. Waking up because he felt the warm on top of him move he let out a sleepy sound, a bit disoriented and still have asleep "Morning" He whispered, his voice huskier because of sleep.

Mariana — 

Mari watched him for a moment, taking in the lines of his face, the stubbled beard along his jaw. She mentally traced along the bridge of his nose and the bow of his lips before he was suddenly moving under her and when he spoke she let out a breath, telling herself to relax and just giving him a sleepy (shy) little smile, hoping it wasn’t obvious that she’d been staring. “Good morning.” She murmured, her voice softer than normal, quieter, not wanting to break the little bubble they were in—even if she should.

Salazar — 

He opened his eyes more and gave her a soft sleepy smile "How did you sleep?" He asked, stroking her back tenderly. He really didn't wanted this moment to end, because the world outside of this room was nothing like the atmosphere they created right there.

Mariana — 

She couldn’t help the way her breath came out a bit shakily as he rubbed his hand along her back. It was all so...nice,  she felt more relaxed and safer than she had in a decade. The last time she felt like this was with Lydia and..it scared her. It made her want to run. It made her want to cry and press in closer, not wanting it to end. “A-Alright.” She murmured, tucking some hair behind her ear while the rest splayed out over her shoulders. “I...sorry. About ending up on top of you..”

Salazar — 

"That's good" he said, moving to rub his face to get rid of the remaining sleepiness. He chuckled and shook his head "Don't worry about it. To be honest this is the best night I've had in ages" He didn't know why he had admitted that, maybe it was his half asleep brain not realizing just how that sounded_. He moved to sit up carefully not to mover her too roughly and stretched until he heard a pop and groaned.

Mariana — 

Mari paused when he said that. It was one thing for her to have enjoyed the sleep. But for him—the supreme, someone who was hundreds of years old and could probably have any familiar with him.... She just hummed in response and then glanced down to her hands, realizing her scar was easily noticeable if she showed her palm and she immediately pulled her hands to herself as she shifted off of him and sat on the bed, looking down at her bare legs, half covered by the sheets. “I um.....I should get going. I have to be at work soon.” She mumbled, running her fingers through her hair to push it out of her face.

Salazar — 

When she mentioned leaving he looked at her "Are you sure?" He asked, concerned. He knew that she had things to do but he was sure he could figure something out to have her be free that day. He noticed the way she pretty much hid her hand and stared at it "Mariana...what happened?" He asked, referring to the mark.

Mariana — 

Mari nodded when he spoke, knowing it was probably for the best that she get up and go. This...whatever this was? Wasn't reality. It was just..a fluke. This wasn't her life and she needed to get back to the real world. She opened her mouth to speak, to just thank him again for everything--before he was speaking again, and motioning to her hand, and as he did she froze, her body visibly tensing. A dozen emotions filtered through her face. Shock. Disbelief. Anguish. Regret. Anger.... She snatched her hand more into herself like she'd been burnt, clutching it to her chest before shaking her head and moving to kick the blankets off her legs. "I..I have to go."

Salazar —

"Hey wha-why?" He asked, standing up and going after her "I just- I want to know" he said taking her hand to stop her from leaving. He knew it was a touchy subject but he wanted to know when and if that was the reason why she ended up as a slave.

Mariana — 

Mariana shook her head as she climbed off the bed. She grabbed her shoes and the broken dress she’d been wearing and just bundled it all up in her arms, her heart racing and panic flooding through her system so severely that it nearly left her dizzy. When he grabbed her hand she let out a noise and immediately tugged her hand back. “Just because you’re the supreme doesn’t mean you get everything you want.” She grit out, tears gathering in her eyes— And as angry as she looked, it was obvious she was scared too. “Even if Im nothing but a slave.”

Salazar — 

Her comment only made him let go of her "If you think I'm just doing this just cause I'm the Supreme you are greatly wrong" He said before his face changed completely, closing off and just looking at her with a frown "Have a great day, Mariana" He said turning to go back to his room.(edited)

Mariana —

“Doing what? Showing some basic decency to someone? Do you want a prize for having an ounce of humanity?” Her whole body was aching to stop. She wasn’t mad at him just...everything else. Mad and scared and she didn’t know what else to do but to let her defense mechanisms go up. Her body was shaking a bit, her entire being wanting to go back to the witch, to feel that safety and contentment again. Instead she scoffed, angrily rubbing a hand over her face as a tear escaped. “Yeah.” She muttered, staring at him for a moment more before she finally turned and headed out, slamming the door loudly behind her.

Salazar — 

He felt angry and upset by her words, he wasn't doing just that to gain something from her, that was never his plan, and the fact that she thought so was...really heartbreaking to a point. That's why he didn't like when people he would start wanting to get close to people because all of them always disappointed him.

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Prompt list 5 number 19 “gosh YoURE so cute” for Greens!! Doesnt matter to me if Butch is calling BC cute or if BC is calling Butch cute. Go ham girl! Thank you!

I rewrote this thing like five times and im shit at kissing scenes but heres some greens fluff and teasing! Enjoy :) 

Requests and asks always open! 

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Another explosion echoed through the city as the group of monsters spit out mixtures of acid and fire. It was like a giant game of cat and mouse and right now the puffs and ruffs were the smallest mice you’ve ever seen. 

It had been a while since Buttercup felt this small but it also filled her with a sense of adrenaline she secretly craved. 

These monsters had heighten senses and they figured out that direct contact was not going to work so they had to use surprise attacks, Buttercups least favorite thing to do. She wanted to just fly at top speed through their stomachs and get on with it but due to her sisters orders, she was now pressing her back to a wall to keep out of sight. 

She was infidelity more of a to go action gal. Usually she wouldn’t hesitate to fly directly into harms way but over the years, a hundreds of Blossoms scoldings, she had eased back and had even formed her own line of strategy. 

Silent was what she needed to be and as she was holding her breath, she almost let out a scream as a figure surprised her to her right. The figure emerged from the shadow with hands up to avoid the green death rays that were seconds away from blasting his ass outta town. 

A feeling of calm washed over her as he came closer and she was thankful he had found her. 

“Hey.” He talked at the normal speaking level but that wasn’t what was needed now. 

“Butch!” She scolded quietly as she covered his mouth with her hand as they heard a monster stomp by. This wasn’t the time. 

The heard the massive steps pass and she lowered her hand, thinking of a plan of attack to ensure the safety of the town once again. 

“Sorry babe, didn't mean to startle you.” He leaned against the wall with a smirk and she kept on her pout trying not the let him affect her. 

“S’fine, just shut up.” She peaked her head around the corner and saw that nothing was there. Now she could follow it and blast it from behind. “We have to run after it, we can’t use our powers, too loud.” She said to him behind but he had already started to cross the street and she huffed before running after him. 

There was about three of these things in the city and she knew that the reds and blues were in the same predicament, but she wanted to be the first one to finish just in case back up was needed. 

They slipped down an alley and pressed their backs against it. She heard the footstep coming closer and held her breath as it passed by again. Almost there. 

She turned to look at Butch who was already staring at her. And she knew that look. His eyes were soft and slightly hooded and he wore a small smile that only she got to see. They weren’t even dating, yet, but she knew that if she didn’t stop him now a make out session would be happening at the worst possible time. 

Okay maybe they were dating, or whatever. But she didn’t need her sisters to know right now, it just-wasn’t time. She was also just mad that he looked incredibly adorable right about now. Not the time!

“Stop.” She hissed and he only quirked an eyebrow up. 

“Stop what?” Fucking tease. 

She blew on her bangs and narrowed her eye to glare but he was unfazed. “Staring at me.” 

“Why.”

She wanted to punch him. Now was not the time. 

“You know why!” She whispered yelled and he took a step forward before holding his hand above her head and leaning down so that their noses almost touched. 

“I don’t think I do but I would love to hear your reason.” His breath grazed her lips and he was so close to her that she knew her face was heating up. 

“Now really isn’t the time.” Her voice shrank lower and lower and he leaned impossibly closer. 

“Time for what?” He replied with a deadly tone. 

She almost hated how much he could stir her up. The looks and the teasing. Even at age 20, he made her feel like some stupid school girl who just had the biggest crush on someone, and she did but that wasn’t the point. The point was, he shouldn’t be able to make her feel this way even with just a single glance, it was unfair even if she enjoyed it. 

He made her feel important, like his eyes were only set on her. 

She thought to herself and looked around. Its not like she wouldn’t save the day anyways and plus, the monster just got here and Blossom said to keep it quiet until they were ready to strike. She wasn’t ready and he smelled like a mixture of smoke and pine and a little bit of sweat, which was gross but in the moment, it was her favorite. 

“Fuck you.” She spat before grabbing his collar and pressing her lips to his. She felt his lips turn to a smirk as he pressed back hard. 

She loved feeling his lips on her. Soft and rough at the same time. Usually it was a fight for dominance but in this case it was suppose to be quick and simple, her least favorite. She preferred the long adoring kisses that left them both breathless and wanting more. The silent kisses that held so much emotion that words couldn’t explain. Contrary to their personal attitudes, they liked to take their time with one another, savoring the moments. 

But wild kissing in the middle of a battle with a crazy monster and an adrenaline rush would have to do, plus its not like she didn’t enjoy the company. 

He used his free hand to slip behind her back and tug her closer and she took the opportunity to throw her hands around his neck. She bit his lips gently and the sound he made was like a symphony that she wanted to play on repeat. 

They pulled away for air, small gasps leaving their mouths as his forehead rested against hers. 

“Gosh you’re so fucking cute.” He said as he kissed her again, this time harder but quicker and popped right off of her. “And although I love you feeling me up babe, we got a monsters ass to kick so imma have to ask you to keep the hands off the merchandise until check out.” He winked and she was left with wide eyes as he looked around the corner. 

“Hey you’re the one!” She began to shout but he silenced her with a quick kiss that made her head fuzzy and heartbeat quicken.Typical school girl.  

“Careful love, you don’t want the monster to hear.” He laughed as her cheeks puffed and her face turned a deep shade of red. “Ohh shes mad.” Another laugh. 

“I fucking show you cute.” She pushed past him and stomped along before locating the monster. “Fucking cute my ass.” He heard her say to herself and he was thoroughly amused. 

In a flash she was gone and he followed as the finally caught up to the monster and took it down from behind. Even with her pout, she blasted through the creature, spilling its guts all over the windows and cars before landing on the other side and getting out of the way before it crushed her. 

She walked up to him who had received the splash zone of the guts and was coated in a disgusting green fluid. She wiped her face with her forearm before stalking up to him. “That fucking cute enough?” She said with with a hand on her hip. 

She stood with the same nasty green fluid dripping off from her and dirt smearing her face. Butch looked her up and down before taking her and pulling her to his chest like he did in the alley way. 

He scooped up a chunk of what was probably the monsters flesh and threw it to the ground letting it splash over their shoes. 

“Disgusting actually.” He spoke and she rolled her eyes as she pressed her palms flat against his chest and lightly pushed away, turning on her heel. 

She didn’t get far as she was pulled by the wrist and next thing she knew, he was dipping her like she was a dancer, surrounded by guts, goo and a fowl smell from the decaying monster. 

Her face was redder than Him himself and she never knew he could be this, dare she say suave? One of her legs was hiked off the ground as her arms clung to his neck and my gosh was she suddenly feeling flustered than ever before.

 She thanked her lucky stars that none of her sisters or the other ruffs were around to see this. She also made a mental note to kick his ass later for doing this stupid shit in public, no matter how charming it was. 

“But like I said before doll.” He brought her face close to his. “You’ve so fucking cute.”

“Cute.” She pouted and he rolled his eyes in a joking way. 

“My apologizes.” She smirked. “You are fucking gorgeous, bad ass, sexy-” Now it was his turn t be silenced as she pulled him in for a passionate kiss that left him weak in the knees. Ha take that. 

Their kiss was fast and eager and really gross as she was sure that his mouth had that sick goop on it but she couldn’t care. Right now all she could focus on was the man holding her close who made her feel gorgeous, bad ass sexy and some how, cute. 

Maybe she didn’t mind being called cute, as long as it was from him. 

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Greens, greens, greens. gotta love them. Hope you enjoyed! 

[jinxthequeergirl]

Promise I'm Not Slipping Away (pt.3)

Poe Dameron x Solo! reader

Summary: the pilot and storm trooper take you hostage but during uour escape things quickly fail.

Warning: swearing, viloence

I HAVE MIXED EMOTIONS ABOUT THIS!

I was also in a piss mood somewhere in the middle so its super bad but enjoy!

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"This is...this is real clever of you boys." You stated sarcastically as the storm trooper, who after a touching moment between the two men, poe had named Finn, finished cuffing your arm which now had you attached to poe.

"C'mon, supreme leader, taking me in was your first mistake." Poe stated smoothly with a grin. You scowled as finn yanked poes free arm pulling you both into the corridor outside of the room.

"Just shut up and follow us." Finn said sharply as he placed his helmet back on his head.

"Yhea got that." You replied back annoyed. You would've slipped away by now. But you didn't, not that you didn't want you, because you really did want to take both of these idiots out a while ago. But any time you attempted you felt something awful grip your gut. It only stopped when you did, not only that but you could tell that even if Finn wasn't trusting in himself to actually shoot you down you could sense poe was. He was, although slightly uncertain about it, he still had enough certainty to do it. So you followed.

You where silent and looked back at the control station above hoping someone above would catch wind of you. Luckily for you Hux was on post and looking down. "Now what is she doing down there?" He asked himself. You tripped slightly and poe moved his arm pulling you up. That was all he needed to know you weren't following along willingly.

"Someone stop that pilot!" He yelled and almost instantly the alarms went off and a squad of troops moved quickly after the three of you.

"Shit!" You heard poe mutter before he harshly pulled you along to a ship. He pulled you up the ramp and finn stayed behind you pushing you in. "Stop it! Stop it!" You hissed eventually the ramp shut and you where being pulled to the cockpit and sat you in the passenger seat. "Finn man the guns!"

Finn was quick to find it and get settled. You moved your arm in an attempt to free it but the ship was already taking off. "It's too late! They already know you have me! They aren't going to let us go!" Poe looked at you with a smirk and before you knew it the ship jerked forward fast and zipped out of the bay.

As the ship jerked forward you did too looking at him with a scowl. "Alright finn! Get ready they'll be hot on our tail...right about.... Now!" As he said that two red beams shot past the ship.

You could hear finn shout excitedly from where he sat and poe turned the ship suddenly causing you to slide right next to him.

"Ready finn!?"

"Rea-" before the rest of the word left his mouth something hit the ship with a solid slam and the lights turned red. "What the fuck was that!?" You asked.

Poe didn't answer and only hit a series of buttons. "Ok...change of plans...switching gears." You watched him as he moved his hands dragging your arm with his still attached.

"HANG ON!" You gripped the side of his seat as he drove the ship forward and flipped upside down so you now ended up behind the last two tie-fighters. "Finn, buddy? You in a better position?"

"Yea!'

"Then go!" With two of them where shot down, the last one menover  so it just missed it and shot at one of the engines.

"Finn! Now!" With that it was shot down amd you went flying through space again only to start malfunctioning. "Oh stars,oh stars! We're going to die!" The last thing you remember from the ship was watching the bright yellow sands of Jakku come into view before you crashed.

The sun was hot. But you really didn't expect anything less when you woke up facing the sky with nothing but pain overcoming your entire being. You groaned and moved your hands to rub your eyes but your wrist was caught.

You turned your head and caught the glint of the sun reflecting back into your eyes from the restrains that still connected you and the pilot, who laid motionless on the ground on the other end of the restraints.

"Shit..." You pushed yourself upright and pulled your arms shaking him in an attempt to wake him. "C'mon get up! I'm not frying alive out here!" He groaned as you continued to do so.

"What!?" He finally asked annoyed. "Get up.we need to get off this damn planet."

You said rising to your feet pulling his arm. He huffed and followed suit quickly, and following behind you as you picked through the pile of metal that was the ship. "Here." You handed him a blaster and waved your hand over the restraints so that they clicked free and fell to the ground.

"Whats this for?"

"Well i am expecting you to safely lead me across this hell planet." You said pulling off layers of your clothes and rolling your sleeves.

"Wait, wait, wait wheres finn?" You stopped and looked around. "Who's to say? The wreckage goes back for miles maybe he fell out way back...maybe he already left. Which would be a great idea! This land is filled with scavengers, ruthless scavengers."

He sighed and looked torn. You pushed your hair back and patted his shoulder. "I'm sure he's alright...you did a really good thing getting him out of there...now lets go." You said that softly before walking past him in the opposite direction he faced.

You heard him let out a deep breath before he turned and followed you. "If we wanna get off this planet we need to keep heading that way." He said pointing far off in the distance. "Thats where you found me last night...that where my ship will be. We get there and I do a few repairs on it we'll be off."

You nodded and stepped aside letting him take lead.

The sun was now some what low by the time the both of you saw the little town off in the distance. "Think we'll make it by sun down?" You asked as you continued to walk.

"We should...hey why haven't you run away by now? Found your own way back? You following me just means your still my prisoners."

You shrugged and stopped to face him. Searching for an explanation. "I..." You trailed off seeing something behind him.

"You what?" He pushed but you where so focused on the the group that made there way towards the both of you, blasters ready in hand. "Shit get down!" You grabbed his shoulders and tackled him to the ground, crashing on top of him as they began to fire.

You grabbed the blaster you had given him earlier and shot back.

You rolled off of him and continued to shoot. "Start running i'll cover you!"

"Are you crazy!?"

"Go!" You snapped rising to your knees, you stopped a blaster beam mid air and forced it back at the attackers. Poe stood up and started running towards the town.

You pushed your hand out to them and they fell back giving you enough time to turn and run.

"What are they!?"

"I told you scavengers! They tend to attack and strip any one and any thing of something they can sell off!"

He grabbed your arm and pulled you behind a small hut so you could catch your breath.

"Well we made it.." He said. You looked up at the small scattered houses that the farther you looked the closer and more crowded they got.

"Finally..."

You set up a small camp right next to poe's x-wing. You sat by the fire as he worked away on the ship.

You stared into the fire and got lost in deep thought.

"Your grandfather would be proud."

You scoffed at the thought, but mainly yourself. You knew full well why you hadn't killed poe when you should have, why you hadn't run away from him and waited for your brother, even hux to come find you.

And though you obviously wheren't resisting the pull. You hated it, but you also hated not feeling it.

"You look conflicted." You snapped from your thoughts when you heard poes voice.

"What?...OH! uh..no im..im fine!" He didn't look convinced but sat down across from you. "We should be ready to go early afternoon tomorrow.."

"Great!" You said rolling your sleeves down now that it had gotten somewhat chilly do to the lack of the beating sun.

"And...uh thanks for..ya know saving my tail back there." Before you could respond he was already laying back in the sand ready to sleep.

You sighed and did the same thing and slowly dozed off.

By morning you found that sleeping in the sands of jakku wasn't necessarily the most comfortable pf terrains to fall asleep on especially with it's increasing temperatures as soon as the sun began to rise.

"Finally awake i see!" Poe shot sarcastically to you. "Oh ha very funny fly boy!"

"Well if it means anything i got a head start and she's already to go!"

You made your way over to him. "So we can leave this awful planet finally!"

"And go back to the resistance base." He said. You said nothing in turn to that going back to your thoughts from the night before.

"Well if you are ready then lets go!" The ride to the base was somewhat quiet and when you arrived you felt extremely unnerved by a strong presents that only grew as you followed poe through the base.

"General organa!"

"Commander Dameron! It's good to have you back!"

"Thank you general but i have news i brought someone who i think might help."

Poe gestured to you and both general organa and poe looked at you.

You could hear her let out a soft breath and You stood in the door way eyes glued to the ground as she walked over to you. She stood there in front of you, saying nothing, making no movement for a while. Then quietly she reached up to your chin and lifted your head so that you where looking at her.

"You've got my eye's...." She said softly with a light smile. "And your tall now...you get that from your dad....you both do." You gave her the same light smile in return.

Soon enough her arms where around you hugging you tightly it took you by surprise but you slowly returned the gesture and wrapped your arms around her burying your face in the crook of her neck.

"I'm sorry..." You mumbled.

"I know...I know you are...it's not your fault."

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