#anyways i’m some ways i can see how it’s a rude little smack to the face . but i liiike that it’s fun to her .

[frogatz]

i Do find it really clever that the game forces you to redo levels to collect more lives for utopia shelter and later calls you out for it

[tomkaulitzssgirl]

could u pls do enemies to lovers w tom that leads to sex? btw i adore ur writing its sooo good !!

I Was Scared | Tom Kaulitz

a normal saturday night. you were getting ready to go to your friend crystal’s house. you decided to wear a white t-shirt and a jeans skirt.

there would also been other people of your group of friends, even though not everyone. you guys were around ten people, which was a lot sometimes.

you couldn’t really always agree to do something because of all the different opinions, but somehow you made it work.

tonight besides you and crystal, your other friends, bill, gustav, georg and unfortunately for you, bill’s twin brother tom would come.

unfortunately because you and tom didn’t really have a good relationship and it was all his fault. at first when you guys met, he didn’t really acknowledge you, he talked to everyone but you.

after sometime, he started picking on you, making fun of little things and always being mean to you.

you didn’t know why, you always had been gentle and nice, even when he was a dick, because you couldn’t really be rude to people.

but you had your moments where you lost it and talked back to him. he knew you didn’t like him at all.

just the thought of being in the same room as him made you roll your eyes.

he was so different from bill, he was the sweetest person ever and you guys actually had a really good bond. tom made fun of you when he heard you guys talk about things you had in common and luckily bill knew how to clap back.

bill had noticed how tom was acting towards you, he even tried to talk about it to him but tom ignored him.

sometimes you wished you could’ve been friends since you were always together, but the boy seemed to hate you.

around nine pm, you took your car keys and drove over your friends’s house. she welcomed you with an hug before making you come in.

the others were already there, all sitting down on the couch.

“we were waiting for you to start the movie.” georg sang out with a big smile. you chuckled giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“sorry for being late, the traffic is horrible.” you noticed that the only seat available was the one next to tom and you slapped yourself mentally.

you awkwardly sat down, noticing he was taking a lot of space since his leges were spread open and he was slouched down. you were between him and the couch’s end.

he didn’t even look at you, nor did he say hi. he was simply listening to the others making conversations.

you preferred it that way, it was better if he stayed quiet.

“so, what are we gonna watch?” crystal asked as she turned on the tv, going on netflix.

“oh oh, there is a new movie out! it’s called to all boys i’ve loved before, we should totally watc-“ you were about to finish your sentence but a scoff coming from tom cut you off.

“what?” you turned to him, your smile disappearing.

“what kind of shit movie is that?” he rhetorically asked, looking at you. you realised how close you were in that moment.

“you never watched it, how can you know if it’s bad?” you squinted your eyes at him, shaking your head.

“it’s recommended by you so i guess it’s pretty shitty.” tom shrugged as if he had just stated a fact.

“tom. stop.” bill called him out, glaring at him from the other couch.

“mind your business.” tom said before sighing and getting up, “i’m gonna take a beer.”

he walked to the kitchen nonchalantly and you followed him with your eyes. you felt anger but also sadness inside. why did he have to be so cruel to you?

the others decided to put it on anyway, maybe even to make you a little bit happier after what tom had said. they could see it had made you upset.

you fidgeted with your bracelet as you watched the tv, without really paying attention to the movie.

tom came back some minutes later with a bowl of popcorn and a beer. he put the bowl at the center of the coffee table infront of us before grabbing a bunch and stuffing his mouth.

you tried to ignore the smacking sound but it was too much. he kept chewing those popcorns almost with his mouth open.

“could you stop chewing so loud?” you said almost in a whisper since you didn’t want to disturb the others.

“could you stop being a pain in the ass?” he spat back without even turning to look at you, putting more popcorns in his mouth.

you exhaled heavily, making him chuckle. he enjoyed this, he enjoyed making you feel down.

deciding to ignore him, you went back to watch the movie that you so wanted to see, before a loud obnoxious burp interrupted the silence in the room.

everyone turned around to look at tom.

“ew, you’re disgusting.” you commented making a nauseous face.

“yeah, you’re a pig tom.” georg agreed shaking his head.

“oh fuck off.” he rolled his eyes continuing to drink his beer, “can we fucking change this movie? it’s boring.”

“it’s boring because you aren’t paying attention to it.” you didn’t know why you kept engaging with him, he was too focused on being right than accepting what you said.

“no, it’s boring because it’s a stupid ass movie that only losers like you like.” this time it was enough.

“why are you always so mean to me?” you finally spat out, your whole body turned to his side, “i’ve never done anything to you except being a good person even when you treated me like shit! you didn’t give me a chance since day one, tom. i’m sick of your bullshit. next time don’t call me to hang out it’s he’s here too.” you concluded talking to everyone before getting up and running to the bathroom upstairs.

you shocked everyone since you had never had an outburst like that. you never got angry.

“tom, you’re a fucking jerk.” bill shook his head, letting out an heavy sight.

“yeah, why do you always treat her that way?” crystal asked stopping the movie.

tom stayed quiet, observing the aim of his hoodie that had become interesting in that moment.

“yeah, it’s not like she has ever done something to you so why do you act-“

“it’s because i like her, okay?!” tom finally blurted out almost yelling.

a general “what?” echoed in the living room. they were shocked, tom wasn’t someone that admitted his feelings for someone or that actually liked someone seriously. he only wanted physics stuff.

“yeah i said it. i like her almost since the day i met her but i don’t want to like her.” he explained almost embarrassed.

“so you treat her like shit for keeping her away from you?” georg asked wrinkling his eyebrows, “what kind of fucking cliché is it?”

“i know. it’s stupid but if i keep her distant, this feelings will go away. everything will go back to normal.” tom said, lighting up a cigarette.

“tom, you should go talk to her. tell her the truth. you’d rather lose her than be in a relationship? don’t be ridiculous.” bill always tried to make his brother think, especially in this type of situations. he was the romantic and lover one, never had just one night stands like his brother.

tom’s irritation flared but he got up from the couch, knowing bill was right. he wouldn’t admit that to him though.

he walked upstairs, where the bathroom was, as he kept smoking his cigarette. knocking on the door, only silence could be heard.

“y/n?”

“go away.” you immediately answered as soon as you heard his voice.

“let me come in.” he leaned with his shoulder against the wall and looked at the floor.

“are you dumb? go away.” tom could hear your broken voice and that made his body fill with guilt.

“i need to talk to you, it’s important.”

you didn’t answer, but after a couple of seconds the door opened. tom entered slowly and you closed the door behind you.

you stared at tom with your arms folded against your chest, an eyebrow raised. “so? and also, you know i hate smoke.”

tom noticed your puffy and red eyes.

“were you crying?” he asked throwing the cigarette away down the wc.

“no, my eyes happen to be swollen.” you answered sarcastically before sitting down on the floor.

tom played with his lip piercing, unsure of what to do next, deciding to sit down next to you.

“what do you want tom? if you’re here to bother me some more just go-“

“i’m not. i’m here to say sorry.” his words ran from his mouth and he almost felt ashamed, he had never say sorry, not directly at least.

“i’m sorry, because i was selfish. i didn’t think of how everything would make you feel, i just thought about protecting myself.” he looked at you with truthful eyes.

“from what?” you tilted your head to the side as you grew confused.

tom let out a shaky breath. now or never.

“from loving you.”

a moment of silence filled the bathroom, as you looked at him, finding that unbelievable. how could he love you and treat you like that at the same time?

“w-what…how? what?” you didn’t even know what to say. your mind was full of questions that wouldn’t come out.

“you heard me. i love you, i was treating you like shit so it would go away but it fucking didn’t and it just made you hate me. sorry.” there it was. his full explanation. he had said it and couldn’t go back in time.

“is this another prank of yours? because if it is it, isn’t funny tom.”

he didn’t say anything, he just placed his hand on your cheek and crashed his lips against yours. your eyes widened.

tom asked for entrance with his tongue and slowly you let him in, wrapping your arms around his neck.

when you broke away, you kept sharing small pecks as your eyes met, a small smile on both of your lips.

you both didn’t know what to say next, it was like the kiss you shared had said it all.

“you’re such a dick.” you commented with a small laugh, shaking your head as you looked down. your bodies were now closer than ever, his hands on your hips.

he smirked knowing what that meant, it was done, you were finally his. his lips went to your neck, leaving small wet pecks on your skin.

you were covered in goosebumps, giving him more access to kiss you. “t-tom…”

he shushed you, getting you to lay down on the floor as he got on top of you, “i wanna make you feel good. can i? do you want to?”

you waited before nodding, deciding that you wanted to live that moment fully.

“t-tom but i-i never…” you were shy to say that you had never had sex before. he was about to be your first.

he seemed to understand what you wanted to say without you even saying it, and he nodded gently touching your skin under your shirt. “it’s okay, i’ll be gentle.”

he removed your shirt, leaving you in your black bra. he stared at your covered beasts, leaning down to kiss your chest.

his hands traveled to the strips of your bra, gently sliding them down. you knew where he was getting at so you leaned up a bit, making it easy for him to remove it completely.

your back touched the cold floor and your arms tried to cover yourself, but he blocked you, placing your arms above your head. “you’re beautiful, don’t be embarrassed.”

his sweet words encouraged you to feel more confident, finding the strength to kiss him hungrily.

tom hummed into the kiss, one hand keeping him up for balance as the other fidgeted with his belt. you decided to help him remove it, before he took off his pants and shirt completely.

you stared at his body almost drooling. he was so hot, almost like he was created by greek gods, with his defined muscles and abs.

tom smirked noticing you staring at him while gulping down, before sliding down your skirt and throwing it somewhere.

you wrapped your legs around his waist as he lowered his boxers, revealing his hard member. you couldn’t believe your eyes.

“will that fit in?” you couldn’t comprehend how something that big could go in you.

tom laughed, “yes, cause you’ll take it like a good girl, right?”

you bit down your lip, nodding at his words, his hand coking closer to your core. he began rubbing your clit, making you gasp. you never felt something like this before.

“does that feel good?” tom asked in your ear, his hot breath on your neck.

“y-yes, o-oh my god.” you stuttered as you moaned, his hands working magic on you. suddenly, he inserted a finger in your entrance.

“slow!” you almost screamed as you felt like it feared you apart.

“sorry baby. fuck, you’re so wet.” he kissed your neck, going slower. as you get used to the feeling, he began going in and out of you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“t-tom, i want you. please…” you begged arching your back. he stroked himself, nodding frantically.

“you asked so nicely baby, you’re such a good girl for me huh?” he slowly came closer to your entrance with his tip.

“y-yes, just for you…” your mouth formed like a ‘o’ shape as he teased you, going up and down with his member.

“ready?” he asked looking deeply into your eyes.

you nodded needing him more than ever. you never craved someone’s body this way.

tom went gently in you, groaning as he felt you around him. “shit, you’re tight. it feels so good.”

you squeezed your eyes shut at the pain, feeling it ten times worse than you did with his finger.

he was still, his hands at the sides of your head, looking down at your expressions that turned him on even more. “tell me when i can move.”

your arms found their way around his neck, “y-you can now.”

tom nodded, starting to go slowly in and out of your feminine part. your whimpers, shy moans drove him crazy, he just wanted to fuck you into oblivion but he knew he had to wait for that.

his gaze burned on your skin, examining your unholy expressions.

“g-go faster, please!” you moaned loudly, your hands gripped his dreads.

his pace quickened, finding easily your sweet spot, making you a mess beneath him. you were heaving repeatedly, mumbling disconnected words, his name a mantra.

“you feel so fucking good baby, you like it huh? you’re so lucky. oh shit.” he kept sending you over the edge with his dirty talk, throwing his head back.

“kiss me.” you breathed out, his hands gripping your thighs. he didn’t waste no time, kissing you sloppily.

you kept moaning against his lips, his thrusting becoming harder. the sounds of your skin clapping, your whimpers and his groans were the only thing that could be heard.

“shit i’m about to cum. are you close, baby girl?” tom said placing his forehead against yours.

you felt an unusual heat on your lower stomach and you furrowed your eyebrows. “y-yeah but…”

“no, let go baby. you need to let it go.” he shook his head knowing what we’re you about to say. maybe it was because was your first time but you kept holding back.

tom noticed it so he took the matter into his hands, pressing one of them on your lower body.

your eyes widened as your orgasm took over, sending shivers down your spine. tom followed right after you, finishing with a grunt.

he fell on top of you, breathless. your legs trembled as you were still riding your climax.

he looked up at you before raising his head and kissing your lips. “you did so good.”

a smile formed on your face, blushing hard at his words. you couldn’t believe you had sex with tom, someone you thought hated you.

“y/n, wanna be my girl?”

it took a lot of courage for him to ask you that.

“of course i do.” you cupped his cheeks, pecking him on his lips.

neither of you could stop smiling, totally drunk in love.

[judeswhore]

bestie! trent and reader are facetiming before bed as usual and she casually mentions that she’s going on a date with a guy and trent is taken aback cos she doesn’t usually date. anyway the call ends and he starts spiralling and suddenly gets in his car and drives 2 hours to turn up at her door and confess his feelings and he’s like pls don’t go on that date tmoro it’ll be a mistake and i’ve come all this way cos i needed to tell you in person that i love you. i feel like trent is the type to show big displays of affection

the second u mention the date there’s this obvious shift in trent’s attitude like he’s suddenly so blunt with u and just doesn’t seem to wna talk and a few minutes later he’s telling u he needs to go bc he has to be up early and ur all??? bc he’s being so abrupt and it’s not like him at all bc usually he’s begging u not to end the call bc of how much he misses u. so ur really confused but ur saying ur goodbyes and being all “i can call u tomorrow tho right? before the date? i know i’ll be stupidly nervous and u always help” and ofc he’s agreeing bc he’s ur best friend but at the same time that’s the last thing he wants bc he doesn’t want u going on the date at all and he hates the thought of bigging u up to go out w some random guy when it should be him.

he’s just having this absolute meltdown for the rest of the night bc he’s in love with u for gods sake and he doesn’t know how u don’t see that and he feels literally sick over the fact u might get with someone else. and he’s not even thinking when he’s climbing into his car and driving to ur house even tho u live like two hours away. it’s just after midnight when he gets to u and ur so confused and a little concerned when he knocks u out of bed and u find him on ur doorstep, immediately panicking thinking somethings wrong. but he’s shaking his head and backing u into the hallway all “u can’t go on that date tomorrow” and ur all??? cos what??? and he’s not even giving u the chance to speak bc he needs to get everything out before he loses his nerve again. tells u it’ll be a huge mistake and that he can’t watch u with anyone else bc it’s supposed to be him and he’s just shaking his head with this little laugh all “i’m in love with u and it’s so ridiculously obvious but u just won’t see it! i don’t want u to go on any dates unless it’s with me, it should be me ur nervous to go out with” and ur just watching him all wide eyed and slack jawed bc why has it taken him this long to tell u how he feels? when you’ve been waiting years for him and he’s never given any indication that he wants u as more as a friend. just smacking his chest with this little glare all “didn’t anyone ever tell u it’s rude to make a girl wait so long? you’re an idiot” and now he’s confused bc does that mean ur not gna go on the date? that u feel the same way bc ur still glaring at him. going on to be like “why did u have to wait until someone else asked me out to realise how u felt?”

[magnoliabutters]

pairing: spencer reid x (she/her) bau!reader

summary: never in a million years would you expect to wake up next to spencer reid...

warnings: 18+ content, mdni; fake statistics, seasons 1-7 spencer, innocent/well-researched virgin, plot who?, sub/dom switch, oral (r receiving), etc.

word count: ~2.5k

reblogs for baby spencer wencer ♥️

Never in a million years would you expect to wake up next to Spencer Reid.

After a particularly daring case, you were dying to find a way to let loose. Luckily for you, the only coworker available was the sweet, heart warming smile of a young agent.

The night was filled with playing chess and simple card games. It didn’t take long for you to regret ever suggesting the idea of playing any games with Reid.

You gently persuade him into the idea of binging Netflix shows. Two wine-tinted glasses and an emptied bottle to show for the fun night. Little did you know, it was going to end in a sleepover.

A grumbling moan and the base of your palm presses into your brow bone. You slowly raise and place your back against your headboard. Resting elbows on your knees, you curve out your back.

“Did you sleep well?”

You jump at Spencer’s voice, having completely forgotten that, in good slumber party fashion, you invited him into your bed. “Oh god,” you gripe, peering through your fingers. He sits with today’s newspaper folded to its crossword. A pen swinging between his two fingers as he sits propped up by two pillows.

Moving away from the curiosity of how this man procured the paper when you don’t even get them, your eyes are glued to the bundle of curls on his head. You point his way while stifling a laugh. His brows furrow as he tucks in his chin. When realizing exactly what you were laughing at, he lovingly smacks you with his paper thin weapon.

“Okay, your hair,” he starts. You nod, encouraging him to finish his sentence. A mean Reid, that would be a sight to see. “Well, I don’t want to be rude so I’m just not going to say anything.” He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest like he did something.

You smile, leaning your head back onto the wood. “Ugh, I don’t want to get up.” Spencer slow slides down with a smile, crushing the pillows below him. His eyes raking over your dramatic body.

“Well, you don’t have to,” he shares with a shrug. “68% of Americans sleep in, especially seeing as 48% of women have trouble…” he slows his words upon noticing the sheets gradually covering your head.

Under a rather light duvet, you can hear his muffled words. “Oh, okay then.” He returns to his puzzle, biting the top of his pen in his mouth. A minute or two passed and he writes down his sixth word furiously.

Wow, Spence is really just going to leave you down here. You groan as you shoot up from the covers. “I could’ve been dead in there for all you know.”

Reid’s eyes are glued to the next clue, not a care in the world. “Not really,” he utters. A slow smile forming on his right cheek. You get a better look at that chewed cap between his teeth. The way his lips pull with his smile. They look sweet, like gentle and supple to the touch but also tasting of some sugary berry.

You rake over his body. A sudden desire to take a quick peek. He looks nice in his purple dress shirt. You always appreciated how he wore them, folding the sleeves half way up his forearm. He has a space, a little tanned slit between his shirt and brown corduroys. You find yourself wanting to explore it…

“Agent Reid, are you fucking serious?” you gasp, pinching the side of his leg. He winces, but not just from the bites of your fingers. “Ugh, do you always have to curse like a sailor?”

You laugh, diving your elbow into your pillow and supporting your head with your palm. “Fuck yeah,” you say with a straight face. He scoffs, landing in one of those cute smiles of his.

“Anyway, back to the question at hand,” you say with thin lips. “Did you seriously wear your pants to bed?” Spencer raises his shoulders and hands in defense.

His mouth gaping as he scoffs. “Y-yeah, I did,” he extends his last word in a sing songy tone. Your brows raise as you nod along. “I-I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

The base of your palm returns to your brow bone once again, but this time for an entirely new reason. “I told you to be comfortable,” you say softly. “Yeah, well, comfortable to me may not be comfortable to you,” he retorts. Raising brows as he confidently rests back onto his pillow.

“I don’t buy it,” you shake your head, sucking your tongue against your tooth. Spencer turns towards you, a lip slightly raised, and offended by your reaction. “Don’t buy it?” he asks incredulously. “I don’t buy it worth shit, man,” you enunciate your “t” before bursting into laughter.

He shakes his head in short movements before the words fall from his mouth as quick as an auctioneer. “It’s not like I’ve done this before, okay?” You pause, completely still. Your eyes widening with a small drop of your jaw. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “You’ve never done what before?”

Now it was Spencer’s turn to hide under the covers. You happily join him beneath the surface, scooting closer to his arm until you were touching. “We really don’t have to talk about it,” he spits out, blowing off the topic. Part of you wishes you could respect his desire, but another part is way too curious to not inquire more.

“Spence, have you never…?” you ask quietly, hiding behind his shoulder as you curl onto to your side. His mouth flattens, displaying his classic thinking face. You allow the silence to fill the air, just like you do when you read over a case beside him.

Silence allows his alien brain to work in ways that you could barely understand. With something like this, he should have all the time in the world to consider sharing such a truth with you.

Several minutes go by and your chin stills rests on his quiet shoulder. “I’ve never been in bed with,” he starts but quickly shuts down. You raise from his side, giving him your full attention. A comforting hand at his peck as you draw his eyes to you. “It’s okay,” you say softly and sincerely. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Annoyed, Spencer pulls the covers from his face and kicks his feet off the mattress. You find a part of you aching for him with every inch he pulls away from you. “Spencer,” you call out as he reaches for his keys. “I really don’t want you to go.” You take a deep breath, hoping he won’t leave - fully knowing that even if he did, you would see him again later that day.

He slows his movements, sustaining his furrowing brow. “Come lay back down with me,” you ask softly. “Please?” He runs his tongue over his teeth. His fingers playing with those dancing keys. “We only have,” you jump onto his side of the mattress. You extend your arm to reach the alarm clock, struggling your first two tries. “Look, only an hour. We can go in together.”

You pull the only stunt you had left. The pouty lip and your bestest puppy dog eyes. “Pleaaasseee.”

Spencer rolls his neck back, groaning as he does. Putting on a real show, just to crawl back into bed with you. “You’re more insufferable than I thought,” he utters with a tiny smirk.

“You’re more cuddly than I thought.” Your chin returns to his shoulder. A leg curls over his as your hand rests lightly upon his chest. You were completely comfortable beside him, as though he was made just for you.

Hesitant at first, you feel his arm wrap around your lower back. He runs his big, soft hand up and down your torso. You could easily fall asleep, right here in his arms.

As you dig deeper into his embrace, you feel his gentle fingers accidentally finding their way beneath your shirt. He makes the same motion under the cloth, only you could actually feel the warmth of his palms this time.

Each touch of his skin to yours creates an explosion that floods your body with adrenaline. You were tired? Nope. You’re wide awake now. The blood embarrassingly makings it way down to the pit of your stomach.

Unknowingly, your legs tighten their hold of Spencer’s thigh and calf. Your eyes widen once recognizing the firm girth pressing against your inner thigh. Your body stills, desperate not to pull any attention to anything going on.

Thoughts of your hand traveling down his stomach flash in your mind. Spencer has always had a piece of your heart, from the day you met him, but as the years went by, you came to accept the futility of your budding, romantic relationship.

Like a deer in headlights, you remain frozen beside him. Silence lives between you two yet again, but this time, there’s something new - something your partnership has never experienced.

You could hear his breathing. How it hitches any time he tries to adjust himself. How every other breath is held for at least five to seven seconds before finally being released into an exhale.

You bite your lip, putting all your effort into not squeezing your inner thigh against his thick cock. A deep exhale pushes from your lips.

You decided long before that it would never work between you two. On top of that, you wouldn’t dare be so careless to be one of his firsts without sincerely wanting to give this a shot.

Your heart bursts with each beat, practically breaking your ribs in the process. “Spencer,” you whisper. He hums at your voice, being pulled from his own trail of confusing thoughts. “Can I touch you?”

You tuck into his shoulder, cringing at your own words. It’s enough embarrassment to make him chuckle and fill your cheeks a rosie red. “You’re already touching me,” he answers sweetly.

You press your forehead against his soft skin. He’s really going to make you say it. The worst part is that he doesn’t even know he’s doing it. You raise your eyes to him just to see that he was already peering back at you. “Spence,” you sigh. The innocent, giddy smile he was sporting slowly dissipated as he rakes over your face - searching for some behavior, some clue that will give him the answer to your worry.

You gulp, painfully waiting for his brilliant mind to figure out the world’s most transparent puzzle. This silence was unbearable. You could hear your heart in your ears. Is your that your throat closing? Or do you just have anxiety? Either way, your body screams for the emergency exit.

You mumble, “I should probably get ready,” while sitting up from your comfortable rest. Spencer grabs your wrist, a tight grip that excited you. As your eyes lock, he softly says, “Yes.”

Heart racing. Breath quickening. You return back to his side, laying a delicate head against his chest. Your hand slowly trails down his sternum and onto his stomach. Your thigh digs into his as you curl into him.

Spencer bites his lip as your fingers hook beneath his pant’s waistline. He closes his eyes, running a tongue over his bottom lip. “Can I?” you ask, flicking your eyes up to him as you unhook his button. A slow hand as you pull down the zipper. He nods with a shake that vibrates across his body.

It isn’t long before you could feel the heat resonating off of it. God, you mouth salivates - dying to feel it’s firmness, it’s girth. You melt beside him, wanting nothing more than to hear sweet moans as he cums.

Spencer hisses, almost as though the touch was too much, but he slowly eases into it. Your fingers dip beneath his tight, black boxer briefs. The band pushing against your skin as you slide deeper. Light brown, tightly wound curls flourish beneath your fingertips. His base is thick and enticing. You quickly raise your eyes, clenching your jaw upon the sight.

His tongue lightly floats to his top teeth before taking in a quick inhale. A brief glimpse at his subtle confidence and it is confirmed - he could have had you on your knees way before this. Your hand trails down until your fingers wrap gently around his girth. A shaky breath escapes you when your index finger barely meets your thumb.

Upon the sensation, Spence’s breath hitches and he takes a slow blink. His mouth slightly opens in anticipation as you raise your grasp upon him. Your fingers squeezing tight. A thumb brushing at the threshold of his tip. He gasps, finally dropping the pen between his fingers. “T-that, oh god, that feels so good,” he coos. His body tenses beneath you.

As you quicken, Spencer’s chin grasps for the heavens above. His hand innately digs nails into the small of your back. Your fingers squeeze tighter with each downward movement.

The sight of him causes a rose tinted haze. The blood buzzing in your ears. Your heat slowly grinds against his leg. He hums beside you as you time your rutting hips with your tugging hand.

Abruptly, his hands press into your cheeks and guide you to his lips. You gasp before closing your eyes and crashing onto his torso. You taste each other in a way that sends shockwaves throughout your body.

His lips slightly part, inviting your tongue within. However, he is the one who gently slicks his tongue across your lip. He is the one that presses its tenderness against your own. Your fingers wrack through his waved brunette locks.

Spencer’s hands reach for your hips, pulling you further onto him. His grip is a pleasant mix of a caveman craving his woman and a soft, gentle lover. You cannot help but dig your hips further against his. You wanted more. You wanted him beneath you. To feel him twitch against you.

You straddle his waist, placing your own hands on the sides of his beautiful face. Your hair falls like a curtain as you pull away to take a breath. A smile sprawls across his face. His hand brushing the hair behind your ear with eyes raking over your features.

Lowering yourself down onto him, you pause before your lips touch. Eyes locking onto each other. An energy buzzes between you both. The very same energy you felt the first time you met him. You are the one to pull your gaze as you slam your lips against his.

Placing one hand upon his chest for stability, the other dives between you two and finds it home around his cock. The wrapping of your fingers leads to his breath hot against your mouth. A smile perking between your cheeks any time his sharp, hot breaths tickle your lips.

Spencer’s hands rub down your back, dragging your tank top down with him. His palms warm your waist before his fingers curl into the hem of your panties. He pulls the thin cloth down, dragging it against your outer thighs. His eyes are glued to yours as he raises his chin, begging for your kiss.

Dropping your panties to your ankle, you can feel the heat boiling in your belly. You lower yourself against him. Your wet, heat grinds against his firm rod. He bites back a moan. You press your cheek against his as you nip at his earlobe. “Oh, yes, just like that,” he purrs.

His touch pushes you off the cliff of euphoria. Your mind completely buzzed from his sensual touch. You could feel his hips grinding back onto you. Those shaky breaths leaving him.

You suddenly become overstimulated by the feel of your clothes. Your fingers reach for the hem of your shirt but he quickly stops you. His hands cupping yours as he shushes you. “Please,” he whispers. “Let me.”

Spencer lightly brings your hands back to his chest. His fingers reach the bottom of your shirt, slowly pulling it over your head. His breath stalls upon the sight of your uncovered breasts. A tongue traveling across his lip as he shudders.

A gaping mouth as he slowly inches towards you. His tongue slightly leading the way. With a beaming grin, you lean into his kiss, feeling yourself crash into his hold. He hums against you. “Don’t stop kissing me,” he pleads softly between pecks.

Your arms hug around his neck, pressing your lips against his. Your hips grind against him, wanting more and more. “Mmm’never,” you mumble. His hands slide up the sides of your waist, traveling ever so slowly until they cup your breasts. His dick twitches between your legs, making you gasp ever so lightly.

Spencer presses his fingers into your lower back. He pins you forward until his mouth crashes upon your nipple. You moan at his wet touch, taking sharp breaths as you drop your head down. “Shit, shit,” you whisper.

His tongue circles around your sensitive skin. Your nipple hardening upon his touch, making him drool more than he already is. “Don’t stop,” you mewl. Your breath escapes you with each flick of his tongue.

Spence’s lips press softly into your skin, making their way to your other side. As his breath heavies, he leans closer and closer into your bosom. Your fingers crash into his waved locks, pulling him tight against you.

Firm teeth lightly envelop your nipple. A bit tighter than you expected. You wince, letting out a hiss that forces him to drop your breast from his suckling. “Too hard?” he asks innocently. Those gentle eyes peer up at you, leaving a twinkling flutter to your belly.

You lift your tongue to the roof of your mouth. Your hand brushes through his brunette locks as you pull him closer into your chest. A scrunch to your nose and you plant a long winded kiss across his lips. A squeeze to your lids and you pull away, even though your body screams at you for doing so.

"Not hard enough, Dr. Reid."

Spencer's eyes open just as his lungs suck in a large breath of air. His gentle hands at your waist now dig into your skin, twisting both your bodies until he rests heavily upon you. His hands reach for your own, wrapping at the wrist and burrowing them into your pillow.

His honey eyes look deep into your soul. They rake over the features of your face. He pulls one of your wrists to his other hands, holding your arms above your head. He then takes his free hand to brush a soft thumb against your cheek bone, down the side of your jaw, and against your lips.

As soon as his eyes return to yours, the words fall from his delicate mouth. "Do you want me to fuck you, Agent?"

You bite your lip, holding back a screaming moan that you didn't know you were capable of. Your head immediately nodding, fully submitting to his intoxicating power. As you do, his thumb pulls at your lip, dragging it down to your chin before placing it gently once more at your cupid's bow. "Good girl."

Spencer's kiss land softly upon your neck. His waving hair tickles the sides of your face as you push against his restraints. Your body innately wishing to hold him, to pull him closer onto your skin - but his fingers squeeze tighter against your wrists. He won't let you go. No, he won't let you out of his grasp, not until he's done with you.

Little moans escape you as his silky pecks travel down to your collar bone. Your lower half folds into him. Legs tightening at his waist, trying to pull him in closer and closer.

His hips bury themselves into you. His breath hot upon your skin, struggling to maintain the sanctity of each kiss. But you can feel it. You can feel him twitching against your thigh. You mewl at the thought of him. They always said the tall, lanky boys had the biggest...

Spencer's forehead presses at your chest, balancing his weight as his fingers massage against your heat. He lets out a low hum as his thumb forms light circles upon your bud. "You're so wet," he whispers before pressing another kiss on your skin. "Are you wet because of me?"

A question so innocent and sweetly asked. His eyes evading from yours as he lands more kisses on your sternum and stomach. You could barely stand it. Your heart flutters in a way that sucks the breath right from under you.

"I've been wet and dying for you to touch me since you got in my bed."

That sweet smile slowly forms on his right side as he dives in for another kiss. His lips wrap around your nipple, sucking gently. Your back arches, pushing your chest further into his warm, drooling mouth. Tight teeth dig onto your sensitive skin making you wince aloud, followed by a tight grin.

His fingers slip under your panties’ hem, slowing dragging them down your legs. He leaves them hooked around your right ankle as his fingers massage into your inner thighs. The sensation almost overwhelming as you take in a harsh breath and adjust yourself beneath him.

"Little sensitive, baby girl?" Spencer asks before crashing his lips on your hip bone. His grasp slowly loosening as his large palm drags down to your sternum. You jump at the fluttering feeling, wanting nothing more than his head between your thighs.

"Let me make you feel better," he utters as his thumb rubs those tight little circles against your clit again. His kisses haunt your heat. His tongue only a mere few inches away, but busy loving on the pudge of your upper thigh.

Hesitantly, your hands float down to your sides. His pecks grow closer and closer to your swollen bits. The wait is becoming almost too much to bear. "Spence," you whimper breathlessly. His touch now like fire against your skin, bursting electricity throughout your body but in such an unnerving way.

You know what your body wants, what it craves.

His head raises, eyes on yours, but his tongue drags up your stomach. He rests against your chest, hands laid on each other with his chin upon them like the cherry on a sundae. "Yes?" he asks with a hint of musicality in his inflection.

"I - I can't take it anymore," you whine, burying the crown of your head into the pillow beneath it. "Please." Your eyes return to him just as that small smile plasters upon his cheek. He moves his hands back to your hips, planting kisses on your stomach until he reaches the very top of your heat.

Spencer's tongue slowly navigates its way down your slit. A loud exhale escapes you and you can finally relax. Your body completely in love with the euphoria it is receiving from the strong muscle.

In the lonely nights where you allowed yourself to wonder, you had always imagined guiding the sweet boy through the process. Teaching him how to lick, where to lick, how fast to lick, and how deep to go.

Not a single ounce of your body was prepared for SS Agent, Dr. Spencer Reid to destroy your pussy without you uttering a single word.

Your fingers find themselves tangled deep within his hair. Your torso curves up to the heavens as you struggle to fathom the undeniable pleasure between your legs. His palm adds a degree of pressure to your breast that sends sparkles to your vision. His fingernails dig into the flesh, but two fingers specifically tend to your nipple - ensuring that it remain hard for him.

Spencer hums against you. The vibrations feel divine, teleporting you to heaven and dropping you back down at an alarming rate. Never once has a man made you feel this fucking good. And, fuck, is it even better knowing that Reid is the one that is making you pray that the licks never stop.

Gradually, you feel his fingers gathering slick within your folds. He releases deep guttural groan upon your touch. The sensation knocks your eye balls right to the back of your head. One palm rests upon his head, while the other digs into the sheets at your side.

He pulls from your heat, breathless as he does. "M'God, you're so wet," he murmurs. His finger flirts with your hole, circling it with a slight pressure. "Do you want it?"

You mewl at his words. You would have never seen him coming. Not this Spencer Reid. Your mind screams at you, screams at you for convincing yourself not to give this a shot, for convincing yourself out of it. "Yes, I want it," you whisper without another second of hesitation.

His grin smirks as a hand rests lightly upon your inner thigh. His thumb rubbing tiny circles into your skin. His breath is hot and heavy against your most sensitive part. His tongue rips between you, flicking the tip against your bud.

Raising his head to watch your reaction, Spencer gradually dives his middle finger within. Your gummy walls take him in, begging for so much more that just a finger. Your chin raises as curses fall from your lips. His smile broadens, beams at the sight. He must like your cursing now...

You can feel his finger brushing ever so lightly against your bumpy surface. Your knees weaken, legs barely holding on. "More," you plead as your hips begin to rut against his delicious fingers.

"Beg for it, Agent," Spencer demands.

Grinding against his fingers, against his face, your eyelashes flutter as you dig deeper into the mattress. "Please, Spence. Please, baby. Please, fuck me." You whine lightly, finding yourself willing to do just about anything to feel more of this pleasure.

He obliges, delving his ring finger in and curling to brush against your G spot. You feel light headed, like the Earth was actually on a globe and someone just spun the shit out of it. You can barely hold back your moans.

Spencer dives in past his second knuckle. Once your walls adjusted to his fingers, he quickens his movement. He lets out breathless moans at the sound of your skin slapping against his. "Oh god," he groans between sweet licks of your clit.

His fingers thrust deeper within you. His delicate hands move quickly, faster than expected. "You're so tight," he whines as he pulls his mouth from your heat and plants a kiss rough and firm against your lips. His tongue plunges against yours, dancing in tandem. Both being barely contained by each other's mouths.

Each push of his fingers forces a whimper from your throat. Spencer moans in response against your lips. He could feel you tightening around his thick fingers. "You're close, aren't you, my baby?" His rhythm is sustained as an unnerving pit rests in the bottom of your stomach.

He breathes heavily against you, pressing his forehead upon yours. His eyes peer down at your body. He enjoys watching your body heave beneath him, watching it twist and wiggle around in pleasure. "Cum for me, baby," he whispers into your ear.

Almost as though you unknowingly needed Spencer's permission, the rubber band in your stomach bursts and your thighs clench around him. The lightheaded feelings returns as you slowly grind against his hand. His fingers still within your pulsating walls. He grinds his cock against your thigh, desperate to get out.

His hand slowly finds it way to your cheek, rubbing a soft thumb across the bone. Your breath heavies as you gradually fall from your high. He guides your chin down as he places a firm peck upon your forehead. He raises your eye line back to him before resting his lips against yours sweet and soft.

"Mmm'you're so good to me," Spencer breathes against your mouth. Another peck and you swear you could see stars. You hum against his kisses, wrangling your fingers through his chocolate waved hair. "You've definitely done that before, haven't you?" you ask.

He runs his tongue across his lips, maintaining his gaze with yours. "I’ve done my research," he whispers before raising the back of your hand to his lips. He lightly lands beside you, hooking his other arm behind your head as he pulls you closer into his embrace.

With a smile and fluttering lashes, your hand travels down the center of his chest and his stomach. Eyes searching for the light brown hair of his happy trail. You bite your lip before flicking your eyes back to his.

Using the base of your palm, you press firmly upon the outline of his girth. Your mouth salivates, flashing thoughts of his cock pushing past your lips. "Mmmmm," Spencer vibrates deep within his throat. His eyes closing as he tilts his head onto yours.

Your finger tips lightly brushing against his boxers. Your own breath hitches as you can clearly feel outline of the mushroomed head. Electricity bursts in you or stomach once again as you massage your fingers up and down his staff.

Spencer groans, faint whispered curses fall from his perfectly innocent lips. "D-don't stop..." he whimpers.

The sound of twinkling bells fill the air.

Your head immediately raises as his eyelids flutter open. "Shit!" You reach for your phone, gripping onto it tight just to reveal the 6:30am alarm. You wince, furrowing your brows as you unwillingly are pulled from the magical and euphoric morning.

Landing back against the mattress, you burrow your head into his neck. His arms wrap around you, pulling you in for a tight squeeze. "It's time," Spencer whispers against your forehead before placing a light kiss. You whine into the crook of his neck, never wanting to leave the warmth of his hold.

"Shhh," he shushes, brushing back a strand of hair from your face. You curl your face up towards him, sporting a pouty lip. "Are you going to be okay?" you ask with concern, knowing a throbbing cock is not exactly painless.

Spencer smirks, eyes raking over your solemn face, before placing a mind blowing kiss on your lips. "Of course." You blush, tucking your chin as you rest your head against his peck. "Maybe after the case..." he suggests with a bouncing brow.

"Hmmm, or during?" you whisper. "I get lonely in my hotel room." He lets out a harsh, ragged breath before pressing his lips together and forming a straight line. He nods, suddenly becoming nonverbal and only being able to communicate with gestures.

The flattery forces a giggle and a blush to your cheeks. Leaving one more kiss onto those sweet, chapped lips, you start to make your way out of bed. He places a supporting hand to the base of your spine as you raise and hook your legs over the side of the bed. You stand, reaching for your trusty work clothes, as your panties slide to your ankle.

Grabbing hold of your dress shirt, you fling your arms through the sleeves before turning back to him to button up. You catch his glimmering eyes watching you, causing you to pause and smile yourself.

"Can we still walk in together?" Spencer asks with eyes scanning your body from head to toe.

"Of course."

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Part II: Let Me Love You

[[ Part I ]]

A/N: hi friends! im back with a little surprise hehe 😬 i really wanted to do a continuation of this one since yknowww kazutora is my fav and im a hopeless romantic... i just couldnt leave it as a one night stand 🤧

@yukihime-mikeys-girl if youre still around!! 🫰🏻

Pairing: Hanemiya Kazutora x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff(ish towards the end), Smut - SEXUAL CONTENT

[[ WARNING ]] contains Tokyo Revengers season 1 spoilers

Word Count: 4.3k

The bell on the front door jingled as you pulled it open, allowing yourself into the familiar pet shop run by none other than your bestie, Chifuyu, who rudely failed to greet you upon your entry.

“Not gonna say ‘hi’ or anything?” you snapped as you walked up to the register where Chifuyu was tidying up and preparing to close the shop.

“Hi,” he responded sarcastically to your snarky comment, not even glancing up at you as he continued on with what he was doing.

“Brat,” you jeered before moving on, “Where’s Tora?”

“Beats me.”

“Damn, are you salty today or what?” you remarked with a scoff. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just… so annoying. Why is it him? He didn’t do anything special, but the girls are always swooning over him… What about me?” he pouted with a slight tinge of pink tinting his cheeks and tips of his ears.

“What girls are you even talking about? Me?”

“And literally all the cute female customers…”

“Aw, Chifuyu. You’re cute too, just a bit soft is all,” you teased, poking his cheek to which he smacked your hand away. “It’s not like I’m dating Kazutora anyways. You don’t need to make a big deal out of it.”

“Yeah, but… at least he’s getting some…”

“Hm, but you’ve always struck me as a more of a relationship kind of guy. If you really want, I’m sure I can find a friend who’d be down to hook up with you.”

“That’s cheating if you set me up...”

“Fine. Have it your way. But seriously, where’s Tora? My dick appointment is late.”

“Ugh,” Chifuyu huffed with a disgruntled groan before making his way to the back of the shop where the staff room was. “Kazutora, your fuck buddy is here!” he yelled almost too loudly considering the shop was still open… At least there weren’t any customers.

“Geez! Why are you yelling something like that?!” Kazutora replied, obviously flustered when the two of them emerged from the back.

“You should be grateful you have a fuck buddy y’know,” Chifuyu snapped back.

“I never said I wasn’t?” He shook his head in disbelief, pinching the bridge of his nose as he walked up to you, “What’s up with him today?”

“I think he’s on his man-period. While you were in the back, he was bitching to me about not getting any. Maybe we should invite him for a threesome next time,” you chuckled.

“Yeah, no…” Kazutora grimaced at the idea and quickly urged you out of the shop. “Kay bye, Chifuyu! See you tomorrow,” he waved as the two of you walked briskly to your car and hopped in. “I think… he might be jealous of me actually. He was talking to me earlier about how he’s had a crush on you ever since he met you. Did you know?”

“Yeah,” you answered without further elaboration, focusing rather on starting the car and heading over to Kazutora’s apartment.

“And…?” he prodded, unsatisfied with your answer.

“And… he’s not my type…” you admitted with a shrug. “That’s why we’re just friends.”

“Oh…” was all he managed to say, leaving the rest of the car ride silent. He didn’t really know what he was expecting you to say, but he expected a little more than that. It made him think more about how you’d approached him at the New Year’s party a few months before. You were pretty aggressive in your advances with him so does that mean… he’s your type?

Once you’d parked the car, the silence continued as the two of you made your way up to Kazutora’s unit, though, the lack of conversation didn't really bother you since your only goal at the moment was getting some dick. The moment Kazutora opened the door, you wasted no time swiftly guiding him over to the couch where you straddled his lap. Your arms encircled his neck, and without hesitation, you crashed your lips against his, smoothly sliding your tongue into his mouth. Although he was reciprocating physically with his hands running up and down your thighs, and his lips and tongue moving in sync with yours, mentally, you sensed he wasn’t fully into it given his efforts were ever so subtly lacking compared to your usual sessions.

“Are you okay? Is something wrong?” you asked worriedly as you sharply pulled away from him.

“U-uh… Yeah, I’m fine,” Kazutora replied nervously, cupping your cheek in his hand and trying to pull you back into a kiss, but you resisted.

“Don’t lie… I can tell you’re not fully into it and you've been all weird since the car ride.”

He let out a defeated sigh, knowing he’d been found out and there’s no way you’d be letting him off the hook now, so reluctantly, he answered.

“It’s just… you mentioned earlier that Chifuyu isn’t your type… but you seemed so determined to talk to me at the party. So I was just thinking…” he trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence out of embarrassment.

“That you’re my type?” you suggested.

“Uh… well…” he chuckled nervously, a tinge of pink tinting his cheeks and ears as his eyes fell to the floor. “Yeah…”

“Well, duh,” you scoffed, “I thought that was the first thing I expressed to you that night at the party.”

“Yeah, but… why? I just can’t understand…” he vented quietly, “Chifuyu is so much better than me… And if not him, there are so many other cool guys in Toman too, so… why me?”

“Well, if you’re going down that road…” you started, pausing for a moment before elaborating. “There is someone else in Toman I used to like. We met in high school and we used to hang out all the time. I’d always help him study, and then we’d go get taiyaki after… and sometimes if I was lucky, he’d take me for night rides on his bike…”

“Mikey…” Kazutora muttered under his breath, remembering how you’d told him Mikey was your high school classmate when you had introduced yourself.

“Yep,” you answered with a half hearted smile, “He introduced me to some of the Toman guys, mostly the captains and vice captains. That’s how I got to be friends with Chifuyu.”

“So what happened with Mikey?” he inquired further.

“He rejected me,” you answered bluntly. “That was hm… I don’t know, maybe a little less than a year before that party. It took a few months or so for me to get back on my feet because that rejection really hurt. And then after that, I went through a ‘hoe phase…’ I did actually consider sleeping with Chifuyu during that time but… I'd figured out he had feelings for me so, y'know, didn’t wanna lead him on and hurt the poor guy. It wasn’t until a month-ish before the party that I fully recovered from the heartbreak… and then I met you.”

“But we’re only hooking up… if you’re looking for something serious then why not go for Chifuyu? You said you’re over Mikey now, aren't you?”

“I get where you’re going with this, but I really don’t think I’m meant to be with Chifuyu,” you insisted, brows furrowing in frustration. “Call me dumb if you want. I don’t give a shit, but to me, it feels like fate brought us together, whether we're exclusive or not. I just don’t think it was a crazy coincidence that you walked into my life the very moment I was ready to move on.”

“Hate to break it to you, but I think you’re gravely mistaken,” Kazutora scoffed almost passive aggressively, “Are you forgetting I rejected your relationship proposal? We won’t be anything more than fuck buddies if I don’t allow it. I’m telling you now, if a relationship is what you’re looking for, then Chifuyu’s your guy, not me. Trust me, he’s better for you.”

“Why do you keep saying things like that? You can’t decide who’s better or worse for me. I’ll decide that for myself!”

“Kinda hard for you to judge that when you don’t even know shit about me,” he sassed, making your blood boil.

“Then why don’t you tell me more about yourself, dammit!” you lashed out now on the verge of tears as you furiously clenched the collar of his shirt, “I want to know more about you, but you won’t tell me a damn thing! How the hell would you know how I’ll feel when you tell me everything? You’re just making assumptions and putting your own words in my fucking mouth!”

“You don’t get it because you don’t know!” he snapped back, “Anyone in their right state of mind would hate me if they knew.”

“Well maybe I’m fucking insane then! No matter what excuses you come up with, you still can’t decide for me how I feel about you! After all this time, I–I’ve grown to love you so much, Kazutora, you don’t even understand…” Your voice trailed off into a fit of sobs as you finally released his shirt, your arms falling limp while your head fell forward onto his shoulder.

As much as he wanted to comfort you, he couldn’t. Not knowing he was hiding such a dark secret from you. How could he bear to touch and hold someone as precious as you in his filthy, bloodied hands? He wanted to be selfish and keep you for himself while running away from the shadow that loomed over him. He thought that maybe if he just kept running with his eyes closed and never looked back, then it’d go away… maybe. But at the same time, another part of him knew it was never going away and his ignorance of the subject was unfair to you and would only hurt you in the end; if anyone deserved to know, it was you, whether he liked the outcome or not.

“Thank you… for loving me, but falling for me was a huge mistake…” he replied dully, his aura becoming suddenly cold and lifeless. “The person who killed Baji and Shinichiro… was me.”

Amidst your little sobs and sniffles, you couldn’t help but gasp in shock at what you’d just heard. It resurfaced a memory of a conversation you’d had with Mikey way back when, during one of your night bike rides with him:

“Y’know the guy I mentioned who killed Shinichiro? The same guy killed Baji too. I’ve forgiven him in my head, but in my heart… it’s still hard for me to accept. It’s not like forgiveness can bring either of them back, y’know?”

It was Kazutora, you thought to yourself as you sat still, cries finally ceasing though tears continued to fall. There was no ill intent in your reaction, but for Kazutora, the silence was so piercing that he just couldn’t bare it.

“See, I told you,” he retorted, carefully untangling himself from you in preparation for his escape. “No one would love a murderer. Just leave.”

The moment he stood up from the couch and started storming off to his bedroom, your body moved on its own, shooting up in an instant to chase after him, and thankfully you caught him in the doorway just before he could lock himself in.

“Why?” you whined, tears streaming down your face once more as you held tightly onto his waist, your head pressed firmly against his back. “Why do you keep making your own assumptions?” You waited for an answer, but there was nothing. He only stood there slumped in defeat, so you continued on with your monologue, “I get that it’s hard to tell people about something like that. I get that it’s hard to live with a burden that heavy. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t shocked, but that doesn’t do anything to change how I already feel about you. Yes, maybe you did something horrible in the past, but people aren’t stagnant. People can change over time, and the Kazutora I fell for in the present isn't the same Kazutora from the past. The Kazutora I fell for is caring and loving and fun to be around and I can’t imagine a life without him. Please don’t let your past hold you down and stop you from living the life you want to live…”

“But…” he started, voice cracking as his breath hitched in his throat, “I-I don’t even deserve to live… why should I live how I want?” Holding a hand up to his face he began to sob, his unsteady figure slipping through your arms as he sank to the floor. “I stole not one, but two innocent lives… I… should be dead…”

Kneeling down next to him, you hugged him from the side, even tighter than you had earlier and spoke softly against his neck, “I’m not saying you can’t feel guilty or to forget what happened, but even if you do feel that way, you still have to move forward. If you keep sitting around sulking and dwelling on something you can’t change, then you’ll just be in the same spot forever. Everything in life has a lesson to be learned and even in the worst situations, you have to find what that is so that you can grow and improve in the future. You can’t keep hating and reprimanding yourself forever. I think you’ve already taken a lot of time feeling sorry; now it’s time for you to start doing something about it.”

Though he’d heard every word you said, he couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge you in his overly emotional state. Gently, you tucked some of the blond strands that hung over his face behind his ear, revealing his glossy, reddened eyes and a steady stream of tears rolling down his pale cheeks. Leaning in, you placed a chaste peck to his lips, then pressed your forehead against his. “I know you’ve been struggling to love and accept yourself and it’s understandable given your situation. But since you can’t right now, then please let me. More than anything, I want to embark on this journey with you and help you as much as I can, every step of the way.”

Still, you received no verbal acknowledgement, but rather he responded through actions, breaking out of your embrace so that he could hold you in his arms instead. He held you so tightly it felt like he was afraid you’d slip away if he loosened his grip even a tiniest bit; it was the most affectionate gesture he’d ever expressed toward you in the past few months since you’d been hooking up and it really just made your heart melt.

“Thank you,” he finally muttered against your neck once his breaths steadied to occasional little sniffles after recovering from his emotional breakdown, “Thank you for always being there for me.”

“You don't need to thank me,” you nearly whispered whilst shaking your head at him. Cupping his face in your hands once more, you wiped the remnants of his tears with your thumbs before continuing, “Just make me yours, please.”

Slowly leaning in, you sealed your words with a kiss, hoping to relay to him just how strongly you felt about him… in more ways than one. Butterflies filled your stomach when you felt him reciprocate, and as his movements synchronized with yours, your hands glided gracefully from his cheeks down the sides of his neck to rest on his shoulders to pave a path for your lips to follow. They drifted first to the side of his mouth, then slowly they trailed along his cheek to his jaw, then along the length of his neck. The soft hums elicited in the process were confirmation enough that he wanted this just as much as you did and you could proceed further, so your fingers found the buttons of his dress shirt and made quick work of them to finally expose his toned abdomen.

“So… we doing it on the floor, or?” Kazutora questioned half joking as you slid the garment off his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

“Mm, that’s kinky,” you teased in response, “If you want to then I don’t mind.”

Instead, he guided your legs around his waist, supporting beneath your thighs before standing up from the ground and carrying you over to his bed, carefully laying you down atop his fluffy comforter. “You’ll be more comfortable on my bed. The floor is too hard,” he stated firmly with no sign of uncertainty at all in his tone.

“Wow, such a gentleman—” you barely finished complimenting when he captured your lips once more and hastily began to undress you. You could see the lust growing in his eyes with each garment he discarded, and soon enough, he had you stripped down to just your panties. He bit his lip as hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled the drenched, skimpy material down your hips, then thighs, leaving behind glistening threads of your arousal along your inner thighs in the process before he finally slid them clean off your ankles and chucked them to the floor.

“Goddamn…” he gawked at how wet you were for him, the sight sending a surge of blood rushing downward. He was so mesmerized that he couldn’t resist swatching a sample with his middle finger to grant himself a little taste prior to the full course.

“I’ve been sooo pent up, baby,” you whined in a baby voice as to rationalize why you were so turned on; this was the first time he’d ever seen you horny to such an extreme extent. “That’s why I was complaining to Chifuyu about my dick appointment being late.”

“I’m so sorry I kept you waiting,” he barely made out before delving down between your legs, his soft lips encircling your swollen, touch-starved clit whilst he slid two of his slim digits into your warmth.

“Mm, Tora. It feels so good,” you moaned, knowing well that he loved being acknowledged and praised during his performances.

After months of helping him and teaching him just how you liked things, you could confirm via the spine tingling stimulation of your g-spot on top of the perfect combination of sucking, tongue flicking and swirling against your clit that he’d mastered the art of going down on you. It was almost disappointing how quickly he had your toes curling and back arching, already on the verge of release; you hated for this bliss to end so soon. Ultimately however, you succumbed, your fingers finding Kazutora’s smoothly pulled back hair and unintentionally disheveling it with the height of your high inflicting an unbearable pleasure that initiated from your core and coursed through your entire body.

He licked his lips as he sat up from his position between your legs, simultaneously ripping off his hair tie and letting his luscious blond and black locks fall over his shoulders before proceeding to undo his pants. You observed him intently as the outline of his erection came into view through his thin, dark briefs, and despite having come literally just minutes ago, the void between your legs was aching with desire and frankly, Kazutora was taking way too long to undress for your liking.

“Tora…” you grumbled, sitting up and reaching forward to stroke his still confined member, “Why are you going so freakin’ slow?”

Chuckling at your desperation, he patted the top of your head as he answered, “To tease you.” You only pouted at him in response, earning another giggle from him before he tugged at the waistband of his boxers and fina-fucking-ly revealed his beautifully hard cock with precum oozing from the tip. You’d barely even given him a chance to fully strip down when you encompassed his shaft with your hand and started stroking him like there was no tomorrow.

“Jesus!” Kazutora winced at the sudden intense stimulation and grabbed you by the wrist, “You’re gonna rip my dick off.”

“Shut up,” you snapped back playfully, but still you slowed your pace for him not wanting him to come yet anyways. “I’ve been waiting for so long now and you still haven’t fucked me. I poured my heart out to you and confessed my love and I’ve gotten nothing in return,” you recited in a dramatic manner, to which he rolled his eyes at you.

“Don’t act like I didn’t tell you something significant too.”

“Oh, you definitely did, but there’s something even more important I was hoping to hear from you,” you stated expectantly, taking a break from pumping him to instead wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down on top of you. Staring deeply into his glowing yellow orbs, you could see his gears turning, trying to figure out what it was you were expecting of him when something seemed to click.

“I love you, too…?” he answered like a question which forced a laugh out of you.

“Pft, I don’t know. Do you?” you jested.

“I do!” he replied defensively, “I just wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted since I didn’t say it earlier…”

“Say it again like you mean it,” you demanded whilst squishing his cheeks with your palms.

“I wub you!” he enunciated as much as he could with his cheeks being squished, which wasn’t much but it sure was cute.

“I love you, too,” you giggled and pulled him into a quick kiss, your arms retaking their place around his neck. “Now hurry up and fuck me. I’ve been waiting this whole time.”

“Hey now, we’re not fuck buddies anymore,” he disputed as he shifted to position himself to your entrance. “When there’s feelings involved, they call it ‘love-making,’ Right?”

You knew he was being somewhat serious, but somehow, the fact that he’d made such a clear distinction was actually the most adorable thing ever and you had to hold back your urge to laugh at him. “Yes, you’re right, I’m sorry, Tora. Would you please do the honors of making love to me?”

The little smile that tugged at corners of his lips in response absolutely warmed your heart… for only a short-lived moment that was abruptly interrupted by the feeling of his whole length filling you up to the brim.

“Better?” Kazutora asked breathily as he wrapped your legs around his waist and rocked his hips in a slow steady rhythm, observing your reactions to gauge if he was doing a good job.

“Much,” you sighed in relief, having been deprived for what felt like forever. You weren’t really sure why, but he felt a bajillion times better today than he ever did; maybe it was the anticipation, maybe it was because you were a couple now, or maybe it was both, who knows? But what you did know was that as he picked up his pace, the feeling of him hitting glorious depths within your core made you feel like you were ascending into heaven.

“Shit,” Kazutora mumbled under his breath as he started to slow down, “I’m already getting close, I’m sorry. I thought my stamina was getting better, but I guess not.”

“Love making is different than fucking, isn’t it?” you interjected, gently caressing his cheek with the back of your fingers. “Feels so much better, right? It does for me too.” you assured. “Keep going. I won’t last much longer either.”

“Okay,” he agreed  and complied immediately, his slowed thrusting becoming erratic in the blink of an eye and in no time at all you could feel your whole lower region tingling, teetering toward the brink of climax.

“Ah, Tora!” you moaned at the feeling of your body slowly falling victim to the inevitable euphoria that awaited you despite your efforts to delay it. You managed to hold out for maybe five more seconds before you were enraptured, the breath-taking sensation making you writhe beneath him while your tender walls pulsated around his girth, enticing him to come undone with you.

In your final moments of ecstasy, he finally followed suit, the throaty groan along with the feeling of his warm essence spilling out deep within your core being indicative of that. You let out a heavy, but satisfied sigh as Kazutora took his last few strokes and withdrew himself, his thick seed slowly seeping out of you while he rushed to grab tissues from his desk to clean you up. He took his time tidying up both you and himself, and also making sure he didn’t miss any spots that may have dripped onto the comforter, but the moment he tossed the last dirty tissue into the trash bin he rejoined you in bed and snuggled up close to you without saying a word.

“Hey, Tora,” you decided to break the silence after he’d made himself comfortable.

“Hm?” he mumbled against you, not moving even an inch to converse properly with you, not that you minded though.

“Y’know Chifuyu is gonna be pissed about this, right?”

“Ugh,” he groaned, pulling you closer to him before continuing, “Let’s not talk about him right now…”

Epilogue

“Hey Chifuyu, guess what?” you blurted out spontaneously as he and Kazutora closed up the shop.

“You’re pregnant,” he answered dryly and carried on with what he was doing without batting an eye.

“The fuck?!” Kazutora responded with wide eyes, bewildered by Chifuyu’s drastic guess.

“Uh… I mean I suppose that’s possible, but no, not what I was gonna say…” you chuckled nervously. “Kazutora and I are d–”

“Congratulations,” Chifuyu interrupted aggressively before you could finish, and next thing you knew, he was grabbing his stuff and booking it to the door. “See you tomorrow, Kazutora.” And with that he was gone, leaving Kazutora to finish the rest of the closing duties.

Kazutora facepalmed with a sigh at how things went down, though he wasn’t at all surprised. “You were definitely too blunt. He’s gonna be so petty to me tomorrow…” he griped as he wrapped up his sweeping and put the broom back in the closet.

“He cut me off so I didn’t even say it technically…” you argued back defensively. “We need to find him a girlfriend…”

“Definitely.”

[bellewintersroe]

Another idea which is quite angsty is if for example joe having a crush on reader but she choses to be in a relationship with shifty like will he be jealous, angry or happy for them

You honestly send in some of the best ideas, thank you 🥰🥰🥰 can’t wait to write this ! Joe Liebgott reacts to crush!reader being in relationship with Shifty Powers:

Ok first of all I feel like Joe’s feeling for you would never ever be spoken about, like as cocky and confident as he can portray himself to be he’s deeply and secretively sensitive and worried about his feelings not being reciprocated.

your friends for a longggg time through the war and you’re probably blind to his soft spot to you, sure you see he’s a little more gentle with you, but you’d never take this as him having feelings for you?

Anyway I think Joe would be semi blind to you and Shifty at first? Joe is very aware he holds no ownership over you in the slightest, so he’s not all eager eyed searching for competition.

He’s accepted that you’re just his friend, yanno?

Buttttttt, let’s say one day he overhears people teasing you or Shifty and he gets all confused, like, “what the hell ya’ talkin’ about?”

when he finds out you and Shifty kissed- not even that you’re just getting close, he’s momentarily shocked.

you? And Shifty? You and his good friend shifty? Joe doesn’t believe it at first, but he feels his face heating up before anything else, then comes an unsettling feeling in his chest- oh shit he’s jealous.

I don’t think Joe would ever be a bad friend, not to Shifty, so he would NEVER disrespect him for being with you no matter how jealous he feels.

lays I’m his bed overthinking, just staring at the roof. He figures he’s just gonna get over it and ignore his feelings- therefore pushing you away in the process.

He can’t stand the idea of being rude or harsh to Shifty, but he unconsciously nudges the blame onto you and decides it would just be easier to push you away.

you’re right under his nose, grinning and gazing up to Shifty with a glimmer in your eye that Joe has never seen before. That’s what breaks his heart.

I think at first he’d kinda be caught up in jealousy to realise he doesn’t need to be salty, so when you try to talk to him, he kinda goes cold and makes any excuse to end the conversation.

Barely holds eye contact with you, can’t bare to look at you in the eye and not see the same spark that you look at Shifty with.

I imagine Joe physically smacking himself when he realises he’s acting like a dick and his feelings aren’t exactly super covert if he continues to act like this.

Somebody probably calls him a child, Perconte or somebody honest.

I think in some way he’d really see how serious you were about Shifty after he was in the car accident that left him severely wounded. He sees the worry in your eye, and realises it’s not his place to act distant or brash just cos of a stupid crush, you and Shifty actually do work super well together.

Thank god you chose Shifty out of everybody, I don’t think Joe would’ve tolerated them like he would Shifty.

Joe probably does make sure with you it’s all good and he’s treating you right (obviously cos Shifty is an Angel) but just in case.

probably never lets his feelings out, even if you or anybody else have the slightest idea he might be a little jealous, he denies, denies, denies.

his poor little heart, somebody play mini violins cos be really feels bad for himself.

[theinvitation-bot]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺

After you received an invitation with your new outfit that Wednesday evening, you’ve been unable to see any of the kings. You assumed that since the party was so soon they’d be pretty busy with their assigned duties. The party started a few minutes ago and you could see the celebration set up outside, you heard they were celebrating the lucky couple as it was now two weeks away from the wedding. As you were looking amongst the people, you saw a few familiar faces but also some new ones, they seemed to be royal as well but not from this kingdom.

It was only getting later and you decided it be best not to be late like instructed in the invite. You exited your quarters and were greeted by your usual maid, she smiled and lead you downstairs and to the party. You tried looking around for any sign of him but you found nothing, you were nervous, was he not coming? did something happen? An uneasy feeling sat in your stomach, you imagined yourself entering with him but once you reached the archway and heard the castle’s steward announce your name, you had no choice but to walk in to the event.

All eyes were on you as you walked through the lighted archway, it was dark outside and there wasn’t much light besides the fairy ones hanging around which made you feel more secure. You made your way to get a drink but then suddenly ran into a girl, she was smaller than you and had a friendly smile “hello! you must be Y/N, K/N has told me so much about you! I’m yuna!” she giggled before hugging you. Yuna seemed unusually happy to meet you, a stranger she just met but you figured that was just her personality. It wasn’t long after when another female had came up from behind her, having more of a dark, cold aura.

“Forgive my sister, she can get too excited sometimes” she said to you before pulling her sister back and glaring at her “so you’re Y/N? You’re more scrawny than I’d imagine, surprise my cousin is interested in you” she lightly scoffed making yuna gasp and smacked ryujin’s arm “don’t be so rude! just cause they’re scrawny to you, doesn’t mean the same for our cousin.” she scoffed making ryu narrow her eyes at the younger before turning back to you “anyways, I take it the wedding planning is going well, this party isn’t bad so i expect the wedding will be better” she said again with a condescending tone. Before she could continue though, the steward had called for everyone’s attention as the monarch’s arrival was announced.

“Please welcome K/N” he announced each name in order as everyone applauded them, each brother had spoke a little bit, thanking everyone who had been helping with preparations for the wedding. Unfortunately, the lucky couple wasn’t able to join them tonight but before passing the mic back they made sure to thank you and mention your hard work, “and before we start dancing, I’d like to praise our wedding planner, y/n” he sent a small smile your way before continuing “she/he/they have been such a big help, even through thick and thin, they’ve been able to pull through and comply with every assignment we give them. Thank you Y/N” he toasted to you before the music began again.

K/N wasted no time making there way over to you, he was wearing a suit that matched yours very well but made sure that you stood out more, just like he intended. He kissed the back of your hand and lead you to the dance floor for the first dance of the evening.

⚔️ - “my my, I must say you look stunning in this dress bun, it seems I’ve kept you waiting too long huh? you unfortunately ran into this trolls” he glared at his cousins “leave them, let’s go dance @writingstuffandmore

🏹 - “now where did this pretty flower come from?” he hums pulling you in close, holding you by the waist as his lips hovered over yours “how are you darling? hope these two didn’t reveal too much” he chuckled “shall we dance?” he asked @honey-beaut

☕️ - “what a show off” he scoffed lightly, tsking as he eyed you in the outfit he picked out, admiring how it looked ten times better on you, “let’s dance bone boy” he winked, teasing jung slightly. @halloween-idols

🦇 - “the deep red color is my favorite, especially on you” he hums while biting his lip, looking up and down, “mm like fine wine my darling” he pulled you close and kissed you cheek “come dance” he said before glaring at his two cousins. @jayswritingcafe

🔪 - “hi ace, you look s-so pretty in that skirt” he smiled admiring the outfit, each aspect fitting his frame so well “we’re matching! or almost hehe, I tried my best” “sorry I’ve been gone for the past couple of days, a dance to make it up?” he offered before noticing ryujin and yuna “oh, hi yuna!” he cheered, then shuttered when he greeted ryu “let’s go ace” he said briefly @livealittleoc-cb

(Disclaimer: ryujin and yuna are only side characters meaning they’re not gonna be added to the blog as official muses or anything, you can only interact with them when they are mentioned in a rp or update like this one. I was supposed to post this like 5 hours ago but got busy 😅 Please enjoy 🫶🏻)

[nyotasaimiri]

Arc Two (redux) 79

“You look losst.”

Mihre’s gentle hiss tickled its way into Marcy’s thoughts. She shook her head and smiled vaguely. “Sorry, sorry. Just having an adventure, I guess.” It was a little difficult to bring her roaming thoughts back into the quiet kitchen, stars and secrets vanishing into mundane synthetic wood.  

They chuckled and ruffled her hair. “What, and didn’t invite Mihre along? For sshame.”

Marcy lightly punched their arm. “Come on, you know I have to have someone there to send the search party when I’m lost in thought.”  She scooted over on the couch to make room for them to sit by her. “Dad made fruit punch if you want some. How’s your day been?”

Mihre hissed and hummed, a sure sign they were wondering just what to tell her. “Nothing bad today,” they settled on at last. “Sscared a few tourisssts away from the nest—for their own safety, yes.”

Marcy looked up from her laptop, catching them in eye contact before they could politely avoid it. “Scared how?”

That earned a small mischievous chuckle. “Nothing I might get arresssted for.” Mihre sat down beside her, slow and careful so the little thorny edges of their carapace wouldn’t scratch the upholstery. “Mmm, very sssoft. Floran might get something like this for the nest.”

“You might have a little trouble with that.” Marcy sighed softly and shook her head. “The shop owner’s an old-school Hylotl, sign on the door and everything. Probably would give you some line about not wanting a floran scratching up his furniture…”

Mihre scoffed and patted their spiky elbows. “Floran is careful. But I said ssomething like, not the same. Not too bad, ssettling for others, you know.” They flicked her nose. “Plenty of fish in the ssea.”

Marcy laughed, maybe a little guiltily. “That’s rude to say and you know it.”

Mihre just shrugged. “So is not letting me buy a sssofa. But we give him a chance first, yes. Maybe even play nice.” They shifted again to get cozy and tucked their legs up like a very contented cat. “Is nice down here. Very bright, very warm.”

“Don’t you go falling asleep on me or I won’t tell you any secrets,” Marcy warned, flicking between the two nostril slits that passed for their nose. It was much brighter and warmer now, at least. The city council had finally gotten around to installing a few adjustable mirrors on top of the apartments so that even the ground levels got natural sunlight coming in. It made a world of difference. Their little library had picked up so many patrons.

Mihre hummed again, eyes half-closed. “Floran can find secrets anyway. All Floran are quite good at that.”

“True.” Marcy fell silent, remembering. Dear, silly Muth…

The sofa rustled lightly as Mihre draped themself across the back to casually look over her shoulder. “So, what sort of ssecrets?”

Marcy snorted and prodded their nose again. “Oh, now you’re interested. Maybe I won’t tell you.”

Mihre rattled, quiet and cranky, and sank sulkily into the couch cushion. They reminded her very much of a begging puppy. Marcy laughed and tilted her laptop screen so they could see it better.

“Oh, alright. Here it is.” She ran a finger along the picture. “See this here? Nyota’s crew got some pictures of an ancient building. I’m helping to decipher things. Though it sounds like they already have a translation here, so I guess I’m just looking for whatever they missed.” Marcy paused. “Did I tell you about Nyota yet?”

Mihre’s dark eyes sparkled with more than a little mischief. “Brawny grey apex, yes? I met this one.”

“Really? Well, I guess that saves me a bit of trouble, then.” Marcy smiled fondly. “She’s an old friend of mine from Earth. I thought… But it turns out she’s alive and well, and even running her own ship. She came here to get stuff for repairs and found our library. Small galaxy, right?”

Mihre chuckled, deep and raspy. “Very sssmall. My little brother is in her crew.” They stretched out their toes, very like an extremely content cat. “Ssaid she ‘smacks good,’ high praise indeed from a floran.”

“Ha, yes, she’s a good fighter.” Marcy remembered quite a few after-class lessons, Nyota trying to teach her how to defend herself. “Never would tell me where she learned, when we were in school. But she’s very patient too, even if you’re not a good learner.”

“She taught you to fight?” Mihre’s eyes were fully open now, and the purr had faded.

Marcy remembered a little too late what she had asked them the other day, about the Miniknog. She hoped she hadn’t given too much away, but what was done was done now. She settled for a sheepish grin. “Well, she tried to. I’m still not very good, but I passed the class at least.”

The floran settled back into the cushions again and closed their eyes once more. “Well, there’ss that,” they hummed with a soft laugh. “She gets pointss for trying. So, let’s see these ssecrets.”

[drakenology]

the yakuza wife - yakuzaboss!bakugo x housewife reader - inspired by @hanji-is-life ‘s sexy ass. 

yakuza au

tw: violence, sadism, mentions of blood, smut, cum, cussing, daddy/ddlg kinks undertones, mentions of guns, very much harley quinn and joker only joker actually loves harley in this ya know?

“where the fuck is my money?” bakugo asks this bludgeoned man tied up to a metal chair in some god forsaken warehouse god only knows where. 

“please sir, i’ll get it to you as soon as I can! please stop!” the man pleads, flinching when bakugo raises his fist to land a mean left hook into his jaw with a dark chuckle. 

“you know you shouldn’t borrow from people if you have no intentions in payin’ em back. it’s fuckin’..” he pauses before taking a crowbar and bashing the man in both his knees, blood curdling screams filling the empty space. “rude!”

bakugo smirks as the man begs for mercy, pulling a set of pliers of his pocket and holding them up to the man’s face to tease him, grabbing by his neck to make him meet his intimidating gaze. 

“shoulda thought of that before trying to playing me for a fuckin’ fool.. hey, I wonder how many teeth I can pull outta ya before your weak ass passes out.” he grunts, waving the plier in his face until the sound of his phone ringing stops him from doing anything.

“you’re lucky I gotta take this.” he mumbles, taking a piece of dirty cloth and shoving it into his mouth to keep him quiet.

bakugo turns away and rolls up his sleeve, setting up his tools for torture as he answers the phone. 

“hi baby!” you chime, at the mall having the time of your life with his credit card. 

“hey. ‘m workin’ whaddaya want?” he says, holding up his pliers and sitting them down on the table as his hostage screams in the background. 

“just checking on you, dummy! whatcha want for dinner, hm? i know you haven’t eaten yet.” you say, holding up different dresses to your frame to imagine yourself in them. “hey, pink or powder blue?”

“pink. and ‘m not hungry. you’ve got security with you, right baby?” he asks, kicking the man onto the floor with a loud thud. 

“of course. you won’t let me leave the house without them.” you respond, not even paying attention to the muffled screams you hear in the background. you’ve learned not to ask too many questions when it comes to being a yakuza wife. 

“gotta keep my baby safe, right? listen, princess I gotta go. i’ll be home before 9 okay?” 

you suck your teeth and roll your eyes, “fine. be careful okay?”

“always am. love you baby.” as he hangs up and returns to his task. 

the difference between you and katsuki was night and day. everyone knew you to be so sweet and kind; unbeknownst to them all how you ended up with a cretin like Bakugo. even though Katsuki was immoral in many ways, he knew marrying you was the right thing to do. who else would want to dress his wounds and pick out his suits for the day?

katsuki demanded you quit your job. in fact he came with you to put in your two weeks notice, tough scowl staining his features as your boss signed the approval with shaking hands.

from that day on he ensured you were well taken care of and that marrying him and becoming his housewife came with many perks.

for starters, your husband was loaded. all those years of extorting and money laundering paid off every time you come home with a couple shopping bags from the mall.

katsuki loved lavishing you in the finest of everything, adoring how you look in designer. so much so, he fucks you by the bay window of your luxury penthouse, the Chanel dress he just bought you hiked up over your ass as his calloused fingers make way into your mouth. you’re pinned to the glass, bare breasts pressed against the window as he railed you from behind. and he wonders why you turned out to be a spoiled brat.

your gifts always made you stand out above the rest. many men fawn over you and he knows this. just a small price to pay for having a fine ass wife. but if anyone ever forgot their place, if anyone ever got to close. well. that’d be the last time you’d ever see them. course you have no idea why. but even though katsuki loved you with all his heart, you could be a real pain in the ass. you were so bratty, especially when he was busy. 

one day you came trotting into his office in the middle of some business deal. whatever. your jimmy choos popped and you needed a new pair before the yacht party you were attending started. 

“daddy’s taking care of business right now, okay? go wait outside.”

“no! you promised we’d go shopping! I need new shoes what the fuck am I supposed to do with these?” you whine, pouting like usual to get your way. bakugo’s brow raised, walking towards you and gesturing for the meeting to continue without him. his hand rested on your lower back as he escorted you out.  

he fucked your brains in in the next room for disobeying him, panties around your ankles, your charm anklet jingling as he picked up your legs. 

“spoiled fuckin’ brat. told you to wait didn’t I? hm? or did you make a scene ‘cause you wanted my dick?” your head hangs back as your hips are held down by him, thrusts brutal as you cry for him to slow down, face turned away from his. he grabs your chin and turns you around harshly with his scarred and calloused hands, bruised knuckles turning white with a tight grip. 

“look at me when i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you.” 

he came inside you when he was done, pulling your panties up for you as it dripped down your leg. 

“now.. back to what I was doin’. tell the driver to take your ass home.” he huffs with a zip of his pants and a shake in his sleeves to fix them. bakugo leaves you on the desk, leaving the door cracked for you to leave when you got yourself together. and when you did you could hardly hold yourself up, holding your high heels in your hand as you limp to the car waiting outside for you. 

having a yakuza boss as a husband was always exciting. something in you liked the danger; the thrill.

you tell this tale to your other socialite girlfriends and they almost never believe you.

you were out with bakugo on a date when work called. to your dismay, he had to get up and leave. you insisted on being brought along, hating being left alone in that big house that was often empty without him. he agreed but only if you promised to be quiet like a good little girl. 

when you arrive at some warehouse (the same one mentioned earlier), a man was already hog tied on the ground, muffled screams behind a piece of duck tape as bakugo ripped it off. you sat by a table, legs folded in annoyance. this interrupted date night? you scoff and fold your arms. 

“ah. good seeing you old friend. remember me?” he asks, taunting him a little with a gun in his hand pressing it against his jaw as the man let out muffled pleas for him not to shoot. 

“you tried stealing from me. fuckin’ idiot. my boys caught you in some hotel with your little girlfriend. did you think you were gonna have a victory fuck after you made off with my money, hm?” bakugo asks, hitting him upside the head with the butt of his pistol.

you jump at the sound of the blow, a small part of you turned on watching your husband beat the crap out of a complete stranger. your pussy starts to ache when you peer over at bakugo’s strong tattooed arms as he flung his jacket aside, rolling his white sleeves up to ensure his expensive suit doesn’t get soiled. 

“oh fuck, where are my manners? this is my lovely wife, y/n. say hi baby.” he coos at you, a switch from rough to gentle when he spoke to you. you smile and wave, the hostage sobbing out a weak greeting when bakugo demands him to. 

“anyways. what’d you do with the money, asswipe? gonna tell me or are you gonna make me fuck you up in front of my pretty wife. god, look at ‘er, ain’t she gorgeous? you know I was about 30 minutes from railing her before you had to go along and ruin our night. I should kill you right here.” bakugo turns his head towards you with a sick look in his eye. 

“whaddaya think, princess? what should I do to this motherfucker, huh?” he asks. 

“smack him again. he ruined date night.” you grumble, folding your arms. 

“he sure did, baby.” bakugo says, punching the hostage in his jaw. he gestured for his men to crowd around him, all of them taking turns kicking and beating him with metal bars. katsuki walks towards you and pulls you into a passionate kiss, a bit of blood on his knuckles as he pulled your hair. god, this whole situation was sick. but why was it so hot?

bakugo carries you away to the car, tells the driver to fuck off somewhere while he rails you in the back seat, knowing his men will take care of the rest of what he started inside the warehouse. you straddle his lap, bouncing up and down on his stiff cock as the car rocked back and forth. the car windows fog up as your body heat commingled throughout the space, your hands pressing against the glass to gain to balance as you rode his fat cock. 

“fuck, daddy. you’re so hot when you’re handling business. ooh, you’re dick’s so hard.” you purr, bakugo’s hand pinching and playing with your breast as his hips thrust upwards. He smirks at you, almost a bit shocked you got as turned on as he did from the pain he inflicted.

“hmm, I know baby. god, you’re sick. getting this wet from watching me beat up some punk. dirty fuckin’ girl.” he huffed into your hair, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck followed by harsh nibbles.

truth is even though you were so sweet and caring, you had a dark side no one knew about. I mean why else would you marry into the yakuza? 

you were both fucking insane. 

[adoringhaikyuu]

when their teammate has a crush on you

characters: kageyama, kenma, oikawa, tanaka

warnings: nothing, just some pouty boys and possessiveness

notes: i stumbled upon @kageyuji​‘s take on this while i was writing! so i thought i might as well give them a shoutout! 

kageyama:

you already know this boy speaks up with no shame

and he will glare at anyone who gets in his way or on his nerves, especially when they do anything to you

so when hinata doesn’t even try to hide that he likes you, saying boldly “well why should i lie?” 

you could only imagine the rage that kageyama is feeling

he doesn’t even want you in the same room as hinata sjkdfghsdj

he will pick either you or hinata up and take you away, depending on the situation

or he’ll take hinata’s face in his hand and just throw him away

but the boy always bounces right back, somehow unharmed and you’re grateful for that 

but anyway it’s not that hinata is necessarily trying to break the two of you up, it’s more that he’s genuinely confused as to why you’re with kageyama

“how could you possibly like this bully? is there something wrong with you?” 

he got chased by kageyama immediately after saying that––

your eyes widened as you saw a flash of orange jump in front of you as you walked towards the gym, ready to meet kageyama to go home. “y/n! y/n! could you please throw some balls for us?! yachi had to go home but we really wanna practice some more!” 

you stepped back and your boyfriend came out of nowhere, practically smacking the other boy out of the air, leaving him to crouch on the ground, clutching the top of his head as he scowled at the dark-haired boy. “calm down you idiot! y/n doesn’t have to if they don’t want to! they’re probably tired anyway and just wanna go home.” he turned to you and gave you a small smile. “you wanna go?” 

you looked between the two. “i mean...i can help you guys practice for a little bit.”

the other boy sprung up again. “oh! thank you! thank you!” 

your boyfriend bowed his head quickly. “thank you.”

you smiled up at him and he felt his cheeks redden. “of course, tobio.” a smile spread on his face as well but it was short-lived as hinata spoke up, suddenly inches away from the two of you. 

“what’s up with your face? why do you look like that?” 

kageyama scowled down at him. “nothing’s wrong with my face! what’s wrong with your face?!” 

“why are you yelling at me?!” hinata turned to you, “he’s so mean! how are you with him?” he looked down and mumbled to himself, “i wouldn’t treat you like this...”

kageyama’s eyes widened with rage. “what was that?!” 

“n––nothing!” the smaller boy backed up, eyes wide with fear. 

“you know what? we’re leaving.” kageyama stormed into the gym and quickly got his things, ignoring hinata’s pleas.

“aw what? why?! come on kageyama!” he turned to you, “y/n please––”

suddenly you were facing your boyfriend’s back as he stood in front of you to glare at the other boy. “don’t even think about it. we’re done for today.” he turned to you and grabbed your hand, tightening his hold when you waved goodbye to a pouting hinata. 

when you were almost off the premises you looked up at kageyama. “you know you’re kinda hot when you’re jealous,” you smirked up at him and he stuttered in shock.

“what–i–you––”

you laughed and kissed the back of his hand softly, immediately giving him a nosebleed. you handed him a tissue which he gratefully took, glaring at you weakly. 

“you know i’m yours, right?” 

he swallowed and blinked a couple times before nodding once. 

“then you have nothing to worry about, okay?”

he started muttering to himself, the only words you could make out being “idiot” and “dumbass”. you placed your hands on his cheeks and he stopped and looked down at you, eyes wide. 

“okay, tobio?”

he nodded. “okay.” he paused. “but that doesn’t mean i’m going to be nicer to that idiot––”

you laughed. “yeah baby, i know.” 

kenma:

let’s say you’d been dating kenma for a while now, a little lowkey 

and everything is fine, everything is going really well

kenma likes it when you hang around the team, the team likes you

you’re like a part of the squad

and kenma’s feeling great about it 

until lev comes along––

kenma already doesn’t like this boy, he doesn’t even know how to hit a ball properly––

but when kenma notices the way the tall boy blatantly stares at you during practice, the way he always tries to butt into your conversations and show off to you...

kenma’s practically radiating angry chihuahua energy, the air around him red and he looks like he’s two seconds away from biting––

if lev interrupts your convo w him sometimes he’d just stare at the boy deadpanned and go back to his conversation with you, “anyway–”

or he’d take your hand and lead you away

or he’d literally just say “go away, lev.” and the poor boy would just pout and whine, “aww what? why?” 

one time lev tried to tag along on one of your dates and you had to step in front of kenma so he wouldn’t kick the boy in the shins or something

lev really wasn’t trying to do any harm, he was just a big lanky puppy who had a little crush on you

but still, kenma wasn’t having any of that

kuroo leaned on the wall next to where kenma was leaning against it, sipping his water during their ten minute break. he smirked down at his friend teasingly, “so what are you gonna do about your new competition?”

kenma wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, putting the bottle on the floor as he practically snarled. “shut up.”

“woah,” kuroo smiled, raising his hands up in mock surrender. “put your claws away, man. i’m just asking.” 

kenma simply grumbled in response, making his friend laugh.

“well you should think fast cause it looks like he’s getting real close to y/n right now––”

kenma’s head snapped up immediately and his jaw clenched when he took in the sight across the gym. lev was lying on the bench, practically half his body folded, his legs bent on the ground, his head on your lap, his eyes closed. 

kenma huffed and stomped over to you two, some of his other teammates jumping out of his way when they felt the almost deadly aura around him. he stopped right in front of you and you looked up at him.

he blinked. “why is lev on you?”

you shrugged, “he said his head was hurting and then just plopped his head in my lap.”

said boy finally opened his eyes and perked up, “oh hi kenma! my head’s been hurting from all this hard practice so i thought i’d rest a bit.”

your boyfriend’s eye twitched. “on y/n?” 

“yeah!” the boy smiled, somehow completely oblivious to the setter’s rage. “they’re real soft, you know––”

“yes.” kenma interrupted, blunt as ever. “i know.” 

noticing the increasing tension, you spoke up. “hey lev?” he looked at you happily. “your head’s feeling better now, right?” 

“well i guess so...”

“maybe you should go get some water and some fresh air then, yeah?”

he pouted, “but maybe i should stay for just a little longer–” kenma was about to pop a blood vessel. 

“trust me,” you guided him up gently. “this is what’s best for your health.”

as soon as he agreed and walked away from you, you looked up at your boyfriend with a smile on your face and pat your thighs. he eagerly took lev’s place and looked up at you with a furrow in his brows that you were quick to smooth out with your thumb, smiling when he visibly melted at your touch. you ran your fingers through his scalp to calm him down and he purred, leaning into your hands. 

“stupid lev...” he mumbled to himself and you laughed, leaning down to kiss his forehead, making him blush immediately.

“you have nothing to worry about, okay? i’m yours.”

he blinked, trying to calm his heartbeat, a small smile on his face. “good.” 

oikawa:

alright let’s switch things up a lil bit and mention someone i’ve personally like never seen mentioned in this scenario

let’s say mad dog likes you

oh boy

so at first oikawa thinks he’s seeing things

but once he notices how kyoutani opens the door for you, the way his eyes linger on you a little more when you come to practices or to the games, the way he gives you a small smile every now and then––

kyoutani doesn’t smile for anybody!!––

oikawa’s eyes narrow and he gets a bad feeling in his gut 

otherwise known as jealousy

now he knows you’d never leave him or anything like that, but the fact that you start getting closer to the walking time bomb and you become the only other person that he listens to besides iwaizumi––

oikawa doesn’t like that at all

he’d get all pouty and would literally drag you away from your conversations with the younger boy, almost whimpering when he glares and practically growls at him

“where is y/n-chan??” oikawa asked to no one in particular, his hands on his hips. 

kindaichi stopped and picked up one of the stray balls on the floor, “oh i saw y/n outside with kyoutani.”

“what?!” oikawa pracitcally shrieked, making the younger boy jump. he mumbled to himself, “i swear we need to get mad dog a collar with bells on it––” he stomped over to where the two of you were, a strained smile on his face as he noticed you laughing, kyoutani’s cheeks slightly pink.

“well what do we have here?” he said forceful but cheerful. 

you looked to your boyfriend with a smile and kyoutani simply glared at him, but then again, that was just his face. “oh we were just getting some fresh air. are you done practicing your serves?”

“i sure am.” he smiled, pulling you close to him by your waist and pressing an obnoxiously loud and wet kiss to your cheek which you immediately wiped off with a grimace, which he did not appreciate. “y/n-chan!” he whined, “that’s not very nice!” 

“well don’t make it so wet next time,” you rolled your eyes. 

noticing the other boy still hadn’t made a move to leave, your boyfriend spoke up. “shouldn’t you be leaving now, mad dog?”

you smacked his chest and he yelped. “don’t be so rude, tooru. he was keeping me company while you did your extra practice, you know.”  

he pouted and looked to the ground.

“i should be getting home, anyway.” the blond spoke up gruffly. his eyes softened almost imperceptibly as he looked at you. “see you, y/n.”

you smiled, “bye kyou.” 

“bye mad-dog!” your boyfriend practically sang, as he looked over his shoulder at the boy leaving. he turned back to you and you pursed your lips at his behavior, making his shoulders droop in shame. 

“you’re such a big baby, you know that?” although you insulted him, your voice was soft and he couldn’t help but smile at the way you cooed at him, your hands holding his cheeks. “but you’re my baby, okay? stop worrying so much about kyoutani.” 

he nodded. “okay...” his eyes widened hopefully, “can i get a kiss please?”

you smiled and shook your head, before leaning in. he really was a baby sometimes.  

tanaka:

you already know this boy is loud

and he likes to show off what’s his because he’s just so proud that you’re his and he loves to fawn over you

so he’ll always have a hand on you, an arm around you and he’ll always shower you in compliments whenever he sees you

a total simp

and that’s just in general

so when his friend likes you ??? bruh

let’s just say nishinoya thinks you’re kinda cute,,, okay really cute and his crush only (unwillingly) grew for you after you started dating tanaka and hanging out with them all the time

he’d be really excited whenever you were around, a pink tint covering his cheeks, a smile glued to his face

he’d try to show off during practice and games, looking to you after he lands a successful rolling thunder

and tanaka would be growling in the corner sdfghj

he’d literally try to one up his friend immediately and would scream to you in the stands “I LOVE YOU BABY THIS ONE IS FOR YOU!!”

after they win he’d pull you into a crushing hug and give you loud kisses all over your face 

he’d do the most and then he’d smile all smug making sure everyone including nishinoya saw 

you laughed as noya jumped several feet in the air to high five you after winning their game, a bright smile on his face. “did you see that last receive i did y/n? did you?” 

you nodded, laughing. “yes i did noya, it was really impressive.” 

his cheeks turned pink and he ducked his head, scratching the back of his head nervously as he waved you off. “ah it wasn’t all that...it was pretty good though, huh?” 

before you could respond, you saw a flash of movement in front of you before you were suddenly being hoisted into the air. you gasped and wrapped your arms and legs around your boyfriend, “ryu!––” 

“hey baby!” he practically yelled, smiling up at you and not so subtly walking away from his best friend with you in his arms. “did you see me hit that last spike? your man looked pretty good out there, huh? better than everyone else right?” 

daichi who was walking by the two of you quickly hit the back of tanaka’s head in warning, hearing his words. “watch it––”

tanaka turned his head, “uh i mean you looked great too captain! couldn’t have done this without you––”

“yeah yeah,” he walked away, rolling his eyes and you laughed yet again, grabbing your boyfriend’s attention. 

he looked up at you with wide eyes, squeezing his arms around you tighter and you smiled, putting your hand on his cheek. he nuzzled into your touch softly and you pressed a kiss to his lips, making him blush immediately. “of course i was watching you, and yes you looked very very good out there. i’m so proud of you.” 

he smiled wide but tried to act oblivious when you went on, “you know you kinda interrupted my conversation earlier with––”

“well anyway! i think we should get going now--” he spoke far too loud, walking faster from the gym, making you shake your head at his adorably possessive behavior. 

you leaned your head on his shoulder fondly, “you know you can be ridiculous sometimes ryu...”

he huffed quietly, “well you still love me right?”

you smiled. “always.” 

[k-llama-llama]

Good Girl Gone Bad

TXT AU: 6th member

Sara x TXT

Just a little bit of fun insight into Yeonjun and his eternal hatred/love of Sara.

A/N: Thanks so much to all of you for bearing with me as I remember how I used to do all of this! I can't believe it's been literally almost a year since I posted Sara...I missed her.

Requests are OPEN

Masterlist and other Follow Me links in bio!

“Sometimes I really want to smack you.”

Sara didn’t move, allowing the makeup artist to artfully apply her blush as the finishing touch to her makeup.

“And why is that, Yeonjun? Some sort of psychological problem?” 

She heard a scoff, and then the makeup chair next to her creaked as he settled into it. “That was rude.”

“So was you saying that you wanted to smack me.” She snapped her fingers. “Soobin,”

“Yeonjun, please don’t threaten Sara,” Soobin deadpanned, his voice coming from somewhere over by the coach.

Sara smiled slightly as the makeup artist blended out her blush.

“You know, you aren’t being more of a leader when you only speak up when she tells you to.” Yeonjun reminded Soobin.

“When there’s cameras, I’m in charge. No cameras, Sara is.” She caught Soobin’s shrug in the mirror. 

“Things are just easier that way.” Hueningkai added.

If Sara could have moved, she would have flicked Yeonjun on the forehead just to prove her point.

“Anyways, why do you want to smack her?” Beomgyu asked. 

“Because, she’s —”

“Ok, you’re all done,” The makeup artist stepped away. 

“Thanks so much,” Sara moved her head from side to side, inspecting the look. For such a dark concept, they’d gone fairly safe with her makeup, if slightly more dramatic than usual with her contour. Her ice-blonde hair was the real highlight of the look, but she was very happy with it. “You’re the best.”

“Good luck with your performance,” the makeup artist bowed and exited the room.

Sara spun in her chair, shaking her head back and forth to crack the bones in her neck. She’d been sitting still for so long that she’d gone stiff, and the last thing she needed was to pull something when she was performing. 

“So, Jun.” She stood slowly from her chair, letting the blood flow to her limbs resume. “Why do you want to abuse me?”

“Oh stop being so dramatic,” He frowned, rolling his eyes at her. “I wouldn’t actually smack you.”

“Yeah, because she would kick your ass.” Taehyun laughed.

Sara clicked her tongue. “Language.”

“Sorry, Noona,” He was still laughing. “But it’s true.”

“Anyways,” Yeonjun glared at her. “How do you guys not want to smack her? I walk into the room and its just…her.” He gestured to her face.

Sara held a hand to her chest. “My existence is what’s irritating you.”

“Usually yes. But today it’s…all of that.” He flicked his hand, looking thoroughly annoyed.

Sara glanced down at her outfit, trying to figure out what he was talking about.

“Are you….actually, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” She looked over to the others. “Is there something wrong?”

“Not that I can see.”

“You look perfect, Noona,” Hueningkai gave her a thumbs up.

“That’s the problem!” Yeonjun exclaimed. “I walked in and she was just there…looking like that. How is that fair?”

“Jun,” Sara smirked. “Are you…actually trying to compliment me?”

“No, I’m definitely complaining about how beautiful you are.” He was dead serious.

Sara threw back her head and laughed. “You kill me.”

“What?” He demanded. “Why are you laughing at me?”

“Because you’re being stupid?” Soobin chuckled.

Sara shook her head, wiping a tear from her eye before it could smear her eyeliner. “I look the exact same way that I always do.”

“Right. Annoyingly beautiful.” Yeonjun looked genuinely angry about it.

“It’s definitely a compliment, Noona.” Beomyu smiled.

“You do look super pretty,” Taehyun agreed.

Sara beamed. “That’s why you two are my favorite.”

“Excuse me? I’m the one who said it?” Yeonjun protested.

Sara rolled her eyes, reaching out to smack his leg. “Yeah, in a critical way. Haven’t I ever told you that it's rude to comment on a girl’s appearance?”

He scoffed. “You’re not a girl.”

Sara decided not to try and argue with that. Though she wasn’t prone to losing arguments, she didn’t know if it was worth wasting the energy on whatever little vendetta Yeonjun had woken up with this morning.

With an exasperated sigh, she tried again. “Was any of this a legitimate criticism? Do we think I look too ‘pretty’ for the concept we’re doing?” It was a serious possibility. Irrespective of her own looks, they were going for a slightly grungier, dark concept for Good Boy Gone Bad, and she didn’t want to look out of place because the stylists had held back on her makeup or styling.

Yeonjun just frowned. “No. I guess you match the concept.”

Rolling her eyes for what felt like the twentieth time since the start of the conversation, Sara turned toward the others. “Input from rational human beings?”

“You look great,” Soobin gave her a thumbs up. 

“Very badass and edgy.” Hueningkai agreed.

“Excellent,” Sara grabbed her phone off of the dressing table and opened her Snapchat, lifting one hand to her chin in an innocent-looking pose and taking a quick selca.

“Who was that for?” Beomgyu asked.

Never one to beat around the bush, Sara smiled. “Hyunjin. I told him I’d show him my look for this concept.”

A strangled gasp choked its way out of Yeonjun. “What? Do you guys see this?”

“See…her taking a selfie to send to Hyunjin?” Taehyun tilted his head, looking adorably like a puppy. “Yeah.”

“She pretends to have no idea what we’re talking about, but she’s using her…her looks to get herself a boyfriend,” Yeonjun exclaimed.

“How disappointing of you, Jun,” Sara clicked her tongue. “Firstly, I really don’t care about how I look that much, and secondly, I don’t need to get myself a boyfriend. I already kind of have one.”

“Oooh,” Beomgyu grinned. “Noona, you’re so cool.”

“I know,” she flipped her long blonde hair over one shoulder. “Yeonjun, do you have anything else to say?”

Instead of answering her, he spun to face Soobin. “I would like to formally request Sara’s removal from the group.”

[sebastianstangirl01]

Heyy,

So I wanted to request a Sebastian Stan x Sister!Reader.

Basically the reader is Sebastian’s sister but no one knows about her. There are some rumours online when they are seen out in public together and people think that they are dating. Sebastian then clears things up. There are then some messages from old co-stars who are shocked that he has a sister.

You don’t have to write this or use all of it but I would love to read it

Xx. Ellen

Misunderstanding

Title: Misunderstanding

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Younger Sister!Reader

Warnings: Protective Older Brother Seb (which is a warning it’s self), mean “fans”, insecure reader.

Summary: When pictures of Sebastian and his little sister Y/N get out people take it the wrong way and Sebastian clears everything up.

Authors Note: I hope that this is what you had in mind! I hope you like it!!! All translations are from google, they may not be correct I’m not sure.

Reader is 21-22

Being the sister of a famous actor was hard…. Or at least that’s what Y/N had heard. Sebastian was her older brother they had a pretty large age gape with Y/N being born when Sebastian was 17 it was only natural for Sebastian to be protective over Y/N and with his popularity he wanted to keep Y/N out of the spot light.

Y/N was a sweet girl and he knew that if anyone was to hate on her or make any rude comments then it would hurt her a lot. So Sebastian decided to protect her from it and keep her hidden, which was a lot harder than he thought especially when she came to live with him.

“Thanks again for letting me crash Seb.” Y/N smiled as her brother moved the last box of her things into her new bedroom.

“Your my baby sister, I’m not going to let you stay on the streets.” Sebastian said ruffling her hair making her groan and swat his hands making Sebastian chuckle. “What do you say we go out to lunch?”

“Are you sure? What if someone sees?” Y/N asked, she knew how much he wanted to keep her out of the public eye

“We’ll just be careful, we can go to the diner across the street. No one should see anything then.” Sebastian said

“Ok, get out so I can change.” Y/N said shewing him

“Gladly.” Sebastian grimaced making Y/N smack the back of his head

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After Y/N got dressed her and Sebastian put on baseball caps and sunglasses and made their way across the street being careful not to be seen. The street was crowded that day so Sebastian grabbed ahold of Y/N’s hand to make sure she didn’t get swept away.

“I’m good.” Y/N said when she noticed Sebastian’s stiff stance and the hard grip on her wrist

“I didn’t think it would be so crowded today, I don’t want you to get swept away pipsqueak.” Sebastian teased making Y/N roll her eyes

“I’m not that tiny, now come on I’m starving!” Y/N said pushing him forward making Sebastian chuckle at her eagerness.

They walked into the diner and sat down looking at the menu and after careful consideration Y/N decided to go with breakfast and get blueberry pancakes with sausage and a coke to drink while Sebastian went with lunch and got a chicken wrap.

“So, you never told me what happened with that Brian guy.” Sebastian said as he took a bite of his food.

“His name was Blake and we just drifted apart. And I caught him cheating with a sorority girl in our apartment.” Y/N sighed picking at her pancakes

Y/N and Blake had been dating since senior year of high school, she thought that he was the one she was going to marry and have a family with. But over the past few months things had been rocky, and he had been sleeping with other women.

“That little bitch. I should track him down and give him the beating of his life.” Sebastian gritted his teeth

“He’s not worth it. He was kinda boring anyway, all he wanted to do was drink and have sex. Which wasn’t that good anyway.” Y/N said and laughed when Sebastian clamped his hands over his ears

“Gross, gross! I don’t ever want to think of my baby sister having sex.” Sebastian shook his head making Y/N laugh

“Don’t be such a baby. That’s payback for letting me watch The Bronze without giving me a warning. I may never recover from that.” Y/N said shaking her head to get rid of the mental image

Y/N was so excited to see Sebastian’s new movie when it came out, not thinking anything of it, thinking that it would be a cool movie about gymnastics. Though it was about gymnastics she wasn’t ready to see her brothers bare ass on the big screen, literally yelping and slapping her hands over her eyes in the middle of the theatre.

“Classic.” Sebastian chuckled, remembering how Y/N has chewed him out when he picked her up from the movies. “You just about done? We should be heading back.”

“Yep, let’s go.” Y/N said taking one last bite of her pancakes

When they made it back over to Sebastian’s apartment Y/N went to her room to take a nap, worn out from moving.

Y/N woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing over and over again, she sighed and sat up in her bed still half asleep and checked her phone to see a few messages from her best friend.

“Look at this.” The text read

Confused, Y/N opened the link and her eyes immediately widened. There were picture’s of her and Sebastian. One of them was when he grabbed her hand as they walked across the street and another was of them laughing in the restaurant.

The heading read, “SEBASTIAN STAN’S NEW GIRL?”

Y/N couldn’t help but read through the comments, but now she wished she didn’t.

“God she’s so ugly.”

“How could someone like Sebastian be with anyone like her.”

“Look at her, she’s probably pregnant and told Sebastian it was his so she could get his money.”

All of the comments made Y/N’s eyes water, obviously Sebastian was her brother and the thought of anyone thinking they were together as a couple made her physically sick to her stomach. But all the things people were saying about her and her appearance still hurt a lot.

There was a knock on her door and Sebastian stepped in, his face showing that he already saw the pictures too.

“I’m sorry pumpkin. We should have just ordered something, I never meant for this to happen.” Sebastian sighed when he saw the upset look on his baby sisters face

“It’s ok Seb.” Y/N said looking down

“No it’s not, it’s not ok at all. You are my baby sister and it’s my job to protect you and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t even do that. I thought keeping you out of the public eye was for the best, but maybe if you had been in it longer things would be better.” Sebastian said as he came to sit next to her, putting his arm around her shoulder

“You did the best you could, could you imagine if I had been in the public eye when I was younger? I was such a bad teenager, it would have made you look horrible. The pres would have had a field day.” Y/N chuckled

She was a wild teenager, always going to parties and drinking to get attention. It got to the point that their mother had to have Y/N live with Sebastian instead, she was getting older and wanted to live in Romania but didn’t want to imagine how Y/N would react to moving to a completely different country and leaving her friends behind. So Sebastian practically raised her, since they didn’t have a father in the picture Sebastian was basically her brother and father rolled up into one.

“They definitely would have. I’m going to make this right, I promise.” Sebastian said already pulling out his phone to email his agent to have the company who made the article take it down immediately

“What are you doing?” Y/N asked

“I’m making a post, letting everyone know my gorgeous and amazing baby sister.” Sebastian said already selecting pictures starting from when she was a baby, all the way to now

“Are you sure? What if I screw up?” Y/N asked, the last thing she wanted to do was ruin Sebastian’s career

“You won’t, I’m proud to be your brother. The world deserves to know who Y/N Stan is.” Sebastian said before hitting post. “Now, you want to have a movie marathon?”

“Hell yeah!” Y/N smiled running out of the room leaving Sebastian chuckling on the bed. She quickly ran back in and hugged Sebastian making the man smile and hug her back tightly. “Te iubesc, Seb.”

“Și eu te iubesc, dovlecel.” Sebastian smiled kissing her forehead

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Translation

Te iubesc, Seb (I love you, Seb)

Și eu te iubesc, dovlecel. (I love you too, pumpkin)

[33roda]

Kaeya X Dom!Reader <3

tags: tiddy sucking (m!receiving), butt fingering, (m!receiving), brat taming kinda, gn!reader I think !!

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Yet another exhausting Abyss Order attack, finally over with.

It was a quite difficult one at that, having required a whole army of knights at the gates of Mondstadt, so Kaeya invited the team to a drink at Angel's Share, out of all places. Even after all the energy that used up, he's still in the mood for drinks?

Well, that didn't matter anyway, because either way, you would've been forced to go either by Kaeya or by Lisa. You sat quietly next to Kaeya, listening to him chat with the other knights.

"Ah, another success.. Of course, we couldn't have done it without our Honorary Knight here," he chatted, sounding as sarcastic as ever. "You truly are a new storm after all."

He rested his hand on your shoulder while holding up his third glass of sparkling wine of the night, chuckling at how Amber was already tipsy after one sip of beer. Jean held her up, furrowing her eyebrows tightly, looking for where Lisa went. Probably off to flirt with the new naive bartender. Everyone's enjoying their time here while she had to babysit Amber and Lisa?

"Of course, Y/N. It is truly an honor to celebrate this with our new Honorary Knight." she stumbled as she continued holding up Amber and wiping her drool with napkins, her slurring drowned out by the noises in the background. You let out a polite smile, showing your appreciation to everyone on the table.

"Thank you, Grand Master. It was a pleasure working with you today." The table was awkward. Too formal, too stiff, but Kaeya didn't seem to mind it, just smirking and slowly sipping on his wine. You almost started wondering and fantasizing about when it'd be time to leave, but as soon as you thought of that, you felt Kaeya's hand slide off your shoulder and started gently caressing your thighs. Ah, expected. Of course there had to be an ulterior motive to his invitation, not that you minded. Taking advantage of the loud, distracting chatter in the background, he ducked his head next to your ear just enough so you could feel his hot breath against it.

"You sure look bored, Y/N. Quite rude of you to not respect etiquette," he whispered against your ear and chuckled. "I have something more fun for you later. Meet me outside the bar once the rest leave."

Ha. Finally, something interesting this night. You had nothing to lose anyway, so why not entertain his request? his actions motivating you to just get the night over with, you try to be more friendly with Jean to lessen the tenseness in the air, her unaware of the touching and groping exchanged between you and Kaeya underneath the table.

Lisa would never seem to return, and Jean eventually got tired of the Outrider hiccuping and slurring on her words next to her, deciding it was best for everyone to just go home. Exchanging goodbyes to everyone, Kaeya escorted them outside, looking back and shooting you a wink and a smug smile before leaving the tavern. Oh what you'd do to wipe that smug smile off his face, and you'd be sure to do just that tonight. You started packing up your stuff, taking your sweet time with it, thinking about how you're keeping The Cavalry Captain waiting. You can already picture how he'll be squirming and begging to be touched.. What a pretty sight, you thought, as you exit the tavern door to be greeted with silence for a second; then the husky voice of a grumpy-looking Kaeya.

"Took ya long enough, Honorary Knight," he raised an eyebrow, waiting for an excuse or an apology, getting a figurative slap in the face when he got teasing instead.

"Oh, so sorry, Captain, did my touch make you so needy in there you couldn't wait for a few minutes?," you cooed, giving him as much of a smug smile as he was giving you earlier.

"Hm," he scoffed. Resistance? from a new knight like you? that's new. He was known to be irresistible, to both men and women, being all dolled up with his fancy fur and chains. At least he still has you in his hands, he thought.

Thank Barbatos the streets were empty ‒ if anyone saw you leading the Captain to your house in the dead of the night, the rumours would not sound pretty for either of you. But rumours were the least of your concerns, being in your room with Kaeya holding you against the wall and leaning down to whisper in your ear as you twirled his ponytail in your fingers from behind.

"Getting you here was easier than expected, Y/N," he taunted, "I'm starting to think you've wanted this for some time."

"In your dreams," you looked up at him. To be honest, he was a very attractive man - looking down at you with half lidded eyes and that smirk that never seemed to fade. He shot down to kiss you, but it was too early, you thought. He had to earn it. You grabbed his ponytail, forcing him to throw his head back and expose his pretty little neck to you. His eyes going wide as you started tracing circles on his exposed chest - now that was a sight to appreciate. Funny, he's the captain yet his skin felt smooth and silky against your calloused hands.. now you understand why he liked showing it off so bad. Switching hands to grab him by the face, you snickered, "It seems like you've been the one planning this, Sir Kaeya. Actually, how about you let me be your master tonight, hm?"

"You think it's that easy? Insulting of you, Y/N," you raised an eyebrow at the disobedience, even with your hands grabbing his cheeks, his words coming out slurred. Should've expected that from a smug fuck like Kaeya. "Prove yourself to me."

"You really are a brat. Not surprised, honey." you said, letting go of his cheeks and immediately diving into his chest to lick and suck at it, leaving it with red and purple bruises. Sliding your fingers across his wet chest and under his shirt, you flicked his nipple with your thumb before squeezing it, feeling him shudder standing in front of you. "What's wrong? can't handle it? need to lay down?" you didn't even let him finish before shoving him down into the bed, impressing him with your sudden strength. Giggling, you pinned his wrists down next to his head. "Just let me have my fun with those pretty tits of yours." Surprisingly, he didn't complain - instead, he just bit his lip and turned his head to the side, allowing himself to be touched. "Such a good boy, really,"

"Th-this is just a one time thing, Y/N, don't get your hopes up," he stuttered out between little gasps and squirms, "I promise you, I'll be stuffing you full tonigh- ngh!" he choked, feeling you move his shirt to the side and start lapping at his nipple. If he wasn't hard before, he sure as hell is now. Riling him up was easier than expected - although he'd never admit that. You continued nibbling at him, feeling his hardness underneath his pants on your stomach. Poor Kaeya, getting hard just from this?

"Sensitive, are we?" you commented between licks. "No wonder you love showing off your chest so much. Makes me think how you'd like showing the rest of you off?"

"You'd love to see that, huh?" he remained smug.

"Why yes, I would, Captain," you purred. You started unbuckling his belt and stripping him all the way down to his underwear, leaving so much more area for you to lick, kiss, and just ruin. "Such a pillow princess. Are you like this with everyone else?"

"N-no!" he exclaimed, looking insulted. "Just strip me already, Y/N." Honestly, it was pretty funny how he tried to mask his horniness, even with his dick as hard as ever under you, face flushed and breathing heavily.

"I'm not stripping you unless you call me your master. And if you strip yourself," you held up his chin with your fingers, "I'll just leave you here, naked and horny, with no pleasure at all. Your choice, Kaeya."

"Master.. please, please strip me - I need more, anything, please," he sounded like he was about to cry. How adorable, his pride crumbling right before him, all just so he could have your touch..

"Good boy."

You pulled down his tight blue underwear down to his ankles, freeing his oh-so-pretty cock. He was certainly impressive, but unfortunately, his dick would be useless to you tonight. "How pretty," you hummed, tracing every vein with your fingers, feeling every throb. "You want more, don't you? I want to hear you beg for more."

"More, please, I n-need you to touch me master, please," gasping, he tried rutting against your hand, rubbing himself on you, anything - but failing. "I want it so bad,"

Having the Cavalry Captain being your little bitch wasn't so bad after all. Laughing at his little whines and pathetic attempts to get off on your hand, you grabbed him and started pumping gently, watching his reactions in pure amusement. His usually striking eyes shut closed, eyebrows tight, his mouth wide open - it was all a sight to behold. Groans and whimpers filling the room, he continued trying to thrust harder into your hand, chasing his release. But baby, he had no idea the plan was entirely different than he thought.

He really thought it was just a bit of teasing, then you'd make him cum with your hands, or fuck you tight. But you stopped pumping him, leaving him whining and begging for more, a look of pitiful disappointment on his face. It almost made you feel bad.

"It's not gonna be that easy, pretty boy," you slapped his thighs, "legs up for me baby."

"H-huh?" he looked genuinely confused, still in a daze from the sudden disappearance of your hand on his cock. Not letting him waste any time, you lifted his legs all the way up by yourself.

"Can't even take orders?" you smacked his ass, making it jiggle and let out that filthy noise. You were impressed how loud it was, honestly. "What would the other knights think seeing you like this, Kaeya? maybe you want them to hear you get fucked? see you all spread out for your master?" Not even giving him a chance to respond, you shoved your fingers in his mouth, he could only hum little "mmphs" and nods in your direction. "I never knew our Captain would be such a slut," you watched in amusement as he coated your fingers in drool, looking up at you in desperation. "I'll give you exactly what you want." smiling at him, you rubbed your saliva-coated fingers against his hole for a few seconds before shoving a finger in to prep him. He wanted more, evidently, by the way he kept humping down against your finger with hesitant moans.

"Y-You're doing it all wrong," he slipped off your fingers with heavy breaths, "let me show you how it's done, master," You raised an eyebrow, and as soon as you were gonna grab him by his throat and punish him, he spread himself out even further with his hands, looking to get a reaction out of you. It was his first time doing this with someone else, but he's definitely fucked himself in front of a mirror before. Who wouldn't love to watch his body like that, anyway?

Shoving two fingers inside himself, he started looking for his spot, erratically humping the air looking for more stimulation, anything; but the most you'd do is stroke his thighs with a smile on your face, teasing him even further. He was obviously just trying to put on a show for you, make you watch him stretch himself out and look at him make the most erotic faces for you - he'd even make sure the whole of Mondstadt heard him get fucked, as if he wasn't gonna wear your hickeys like an award in front of the other knights tomorrow. Watching him fuck in and out of himself, listening to the filthy noises his ass made; you couldn't help but cross your legs a little. "Do you like it, master?" he whimpered.

"I know what you're doing, prince," you answered, "trying so hard to get more.. such a desperate bitch, don't you think?" he nodded in agreement. "Well, since you've been so good.." turning him over, you pushed his face down into the bed. He was already arching his back for you - his pretty hole all wet and ready to get fucked. "You'll still have to work for it, though," you laughed, hearing him groan in protest into the bed. Gently pushing your digits into him, you ordered, "Fuck yourself on my fingers, Kaeya."

Immediately obeying, he pushed himself back onto your fingers, dick flailing under him, sobbing and begging for you to just fuck him yourself - maybe if he obeyed for a little, you'd finally do it? "Such a good boy. And to think you wanted to fuck me?"

You wouldn't let go until you found his spot, curving your fingers towards his navel, making his legs give out from all the pleasure - the Captain was simply a doll in your hands to play with. Even when his legs gave out, only then would you finally fuck him yourself, his tears staining your bed alongside his cum. Fucking his spot even when your arms got tired, you had to make him cum again. His moans getting more and more high-pitched with every fuck into him, squirming and grinding his ass against you, he finally came again with a throaty moan filling the room. You pulled out of him and gave his ass a quick smack, letting him take his breath before turning over to face you. His cum all over his stomach and chest was a sight to remember, dick twitching, his face blushy and pretty lips open gasping.

Sliding your fingers across his chest, you picked up some of his cum and put it near his mouth, waiting for him to put his tongue out to lick it. He did just that, making eye contact with you, and even holding your wrist in place so he could lick it all up. "Good puppy."

He'll definitely be limping around the other knights tomorrow.. Not that he minded. He'll absolutely be teasing you again at the Knights of Favonious headquarters, anyway.

[reawritesthings]

domestic pleasures | wanda maximoff

summary: you were new to westview and you automatically caught wanda’s eye. overtime, you allowed wanda to take good care of you.

pairings: mommy!wanda x fem!reader

word count: 2.2K

warnings: 18+ MINORS DONT INTERACT. degrading, mommy kink, vaginal fingering, eating out someone. slightly overstimulation. slightly forced orgasm. wanda uses her power. dom!wanda. teasing. reader is in love with wanda's boobs. (if i have missed anything, please tell me) :)

authors note: IM BACK with another. the comments and the feedback for lemon tree was shocking. thank u everyone for reading it!! i wasn’t expecting that reaction. anyways, enjoy this :) feedback is appreciated

You never considered yourself lucky, especially in a new town that looked beautiful when the sunset toned the streets. You were a broke college student, desperately trying to make ends meet with groceries, bills and books. It was stressful to find some work in a town full of people who minded their business, except a family of four.

You hardly saw them until Wanda came knocking on your door, offering you meals that she made for her family. Wanda knew from the many nights she saw you from your window that you never ate a full course meal.

Her flower wasn’t nurturing the right way, and she hated it. Wanda didn’t like seeing her flower work too hard. But she did love the choice of outfits you wore.

An oversized shirt that always curves over your bum, giving Wanda a perfect view of your laced panties. She loved watching you, admiring you from afar. You were oblivious to her gestures, just like she wanted you to be.

When she saw you one night taking small bites of her lasagna, she swore that she heard a moan escape from your lips. It captivated her to continue to bring you food so she can listen to those pretty little moans of yours.

Over time, her motherly instincts switch on. She monitored your eating pattern, especially when you were in the middle of your finals. She watched you take scoops of cookie dough ice cream into your mouth and chugging energy drinks into your system.

You were hurting her flower, and she didn’t like it one bit. Wanda then decided she would take matters into her hand. When Wanda asked you out of the blue to come over to fix her printer, a ready-made meal was waiting for you.

It was a small fish dish with tons of vegetables. You weren't a fan of vegetables; half of them weren't your favourite either. You tried to pass the offer but, Wanda was very persuaded. She insisted you stay and eat with her, as a token of thanks for fixing her printer.

You didn’t want to be rude so, you sat with her, watching her cut up her potion. Wanda noticed that you hardly touched your greens, which made her angry. She didn’t show it, as she didn’t want to scare off her flower.

Wanda simply got up from her seat and accidentally brushed your shoulder, apologising straight after. She bent her body towards you, allowing you full access to her chest. You gulped in pleasure at how beautifully shaped her tits were.

“If you eat your greens, you can touch,” Wanda whispered, biting your earlobe. She watched as you gripped your thigh, smirking at how easy it was to persuade you to do something.

You sat there and, Wanda made sure you ate every vegetable on your plate. Each time you ate a vegetable, she kissed your neck, praising you for obeying.

“You can do it. We don’t want to see what happens when you don’t listen, sweetheart.” She mumbled against your skin, making you squirm in your seat.

Wanda slowly started to suck on your neck, feeding into you like you were her dinner. She heard a little whimper come from your lips and licked the mark she created.

“One more, sweetheart.” She praised, brushing her thumb against your cheek. She tangled her hands through your hair, pulling it slightly as she saw you fiddle with the last vegetable.

You quickly ate the last vegetable, looking up at Wanda for praise. She sent a sweet kiss to your lips, humming words that made you feel warm inside.

You instantly felt your body respond to her touches. She was seated next to you, and you felt lost. You didn’t know what came over yourself when Wanda pulled you onto her lap. You instantly snuggled into her, letting your face buried between her chest, as she brushed her fingers up and down your back.

You lightly kissed her breasts, smiling at how big and comfy they were. Wanda smirked and bounced them up, causing you to moan.

“Since you ate all your greens and study real hard today, you get to have some dessert. How does that sound?” Wanda whispered into your ear, seeing you nod almost immediately.

“You are so responsive to my orders, aren’t you?”

You nodded, feeling a blush appear.

“Such a good little flower.” She cooed, pulling you off her and pushing you down onto the floor. She opened her legs and watched your eyes widen at her movement. You saw that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Be a good little girl and take your dessert. I’m going to make sure you taste every last drop, understood?”

“Yes, Wanda..”

Wanda tutted, “Mommy. You call me Mommy.”

“Yes, Mommy.” You whispered and slowly brought your face to her entrance. You placed your hands around her thigh, and in a straight line, you licked her core. Wanda had no time for you to tease her. She was horny enough from just seeing you obey her. She grabbed a handful of hair and forced your mouth to suck on her cunt. You moaned at the force, trying to suck on every inch of her folds.

Wanda knew you were new to this, as your technique were wonky. She arched her hips towards you, thrusting her cunt into your face making you have no access to breathe. You allowed your tongue to explore her, trying to graze every spot to please her.

Wanda moans found your ears and, you moaned against her core, sucking on it harshly like it was the last edible thing on earth. Again Wanda thrust into you, making you accidentally bite her core. Wanda moaned louder, and you continued to latch onto her bud. You knew she was getting close as her folds clenched around your tongue. She managed to pull on your hair once more and gave you no warning that she was close to an orgasm.

Wanda, in no time, thrust once more before flooding your mouth with her cum. You tried your hardest to suck on every sweetness she gave you. Your lips were attached to her core for a little longer before she moved you away, brushing her finger against your swollen lip.

“You gorgeous thing. Those plumped lips are so useful to me. You were so good, sweetheart. You made Mommy feel so good.” She whispered, pulling you up by your shirt.

“You did so well, darling.” She hummed, allowing you to rest your head in her chest. Wanda watched as you gave her light kisses to her chest, grinning at how easily it was for you to be a submissive.

Wanda slowly moved your face away for her, causing a little whimper to escape your lips. Wanda only grinned at her flower, loving how needy you were for her.

“Go get some rest, darling. Those essays won’t write themselves.”

You nodded and slowly got off her lap, “Yes, Mommy.”

Wanda bit her lip at your tone and watched you stumble your way out of her home. She took the glass of water from the table, taking small sips as she amusingly watched you tumble and walk into things.

“Goodbye, little one.”

—

That night you were sorely in the zone to complete one of your essays. A temptation inside you sprung to light after you left Wanda’s that afternoon. You could still taste her in your mouth, and you craved more.

You felt lost without her near. You never depend on someone like you did with Wanda. She was turning you into something that you read in novels, and you liked it.

A little too much.

It was quarter to midnight and, you just finished a second essay. You were tired from studying and decided to take a little nap before returning to your books. However, that nap didn't exactly happen when you found yourself cradled against Wanda's chest.

You awoke and found your face buried deep in Wanda’s boobs. Unaware of how that happened, Wanda pushed your face back into her chest. She knew that you needed her touch, and just like the submissive you were, you took full advantage of it.

“You overworked yourself, sweetheart.”

You hummed, looking straight up at her. You eagerly tried to kiss her lips but, Wanda pulled back and smacked your thigh. You jumped in confusion, putting your head down as you didn’t like it when Wanda was mean.

"You naughty girl. Are you that desperate for Mommy’s lips? You want Mommy to taste whatever you are feeling in your panties.”

You let out a loud moan as Wanda harshly pressed her finger against your soaking core.

“My sweetheart. You are soaking. Did Mommy make you wet, darling?”

You sheepishly nodded and tugged on her bra as Wanda slapped your throbbing core.

“M-Mommy,” You moaned against her breasts, finding a way for you to tug on her nipple. Wanda hummed and saw how close you were getting to her nipple and slapped your core again, but with more force.

“Not yet. You must let Mommy taste you first. Is that what you want?”

You nodded quickly.

“Desperate little thing. You are such a slut, darling. Look at you, trying to hump Mommy’s fingers. How badly do you want Mommy’s fingers?”

“So badly. Please. Please.” The sounds of your begging made Wanda pinch your core. You let out a moan and squirm at the pain.

Wanda slowly pulled your panties down, watching some of your juice trails down your thigh. Wanda’s fingers managed to clean the excess. Without any warning, she stuffed her fingers straight into your mouth.

“Suck.” She demanded and, you obeyed, moaning at the taste of your sweetness.

“You ready for Mommy’s fingers? How many does my flower get?”

“As much as Mommy likes.” You moaned, and Wanda let out a chuckle at how much of a good submissive you were.

Wanda took one last look at you before taking her fingers out of your mouth and slammed them straight into your hole, hearing you cry in pain.

“Taking them so well, darling. Do you know how many fingers are inside you?” Wanda asked, her eyes darken.

You shook your head, pleading with her to go faster.

“Let’s count, Sweetheart.” Wanda whispered, and used one finger to hit one of your spots.

“How many was that, gorgeous?”

“O-One..”

Wanda grinned and did the same again but with three fingers this time causing you to moan louder.

“F-Four?” You manage to say and Wanda shook her head.

“Would you like Four fingers inside you?” Wanda whispered into your ear, fucking your core hard.

You barely gave her a response. Wanda took that as a yes and added another finger inside you. You felt your hole stretch like never before as Wanda slammed her fingers inside you. The tears spilling in your eyes made you grip Wanda's hand.

Wanda smirked and removed your hand from hers. She laughed as she gripped your jaw, so she could see you fall apart.

"My sweet angel. You look so beautiful." Wanda whispered and gripped your jaw harder. You let your tears fall from your cheek as she thrust her fingers in and out of you. You felt your orgasm near as your folds tugged on her fingers.

Your eyes began to see stars as Wanda used some of her magic to add more harsh momentum. You had no idea of Wanda's being a witch and, Wanda loved your obliviousness.

You started to ride her fingers, feeling your high coming through. Wanda kissed your tears away, planting a small kiss on your nose before slapping your thigh to indicate that you could cum.

"Go on, darling."

You cried out in pleasure as you let yourself loose on her fingers, sobbing as Wanda helped you ride your high. Your walls still clenched around her fingers, as you didn't want her to pull out.

Wanda smirked, loving how you took her so well.

“You are so well behaved, Sweetheart... taking my four fingers very well. You are a good little slut, aren't you? So glad I found you."

You opened your mouth, and Wanda laughed at your loss for words.

"How about we run you a bath? Does my little flower need a bath?”

You nodded and hissed at the pain as Wanda took her fingers out of you. She kissed your lips and then your neck, praising you whilst she gently made her way down to your swollen core. She gently kissed your swollen bud and gave you a sweet lick before picking you up.

Out of embarrassment of crying, you buried your face in her neck and watched her carry you towards the bathroom. You still let some tears fall as you felt the pain. She gently placed you on the counter, brushing your hair out of your face as she pinches your thigh teasingly.

“My sweet darling. Look at you. You were so good with Mommy today. You are the most gorgeous thing when you are crying. Those little sobs were for me, and Mommy loved watching you fall apart.”

You felt your cheeks burn with shame as Wanda degraded you. You wiped your tears on your jumper as you heard the tap run. Wanda cooed you, peppering your face with kisses.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” She chuckled and helped you into the tub. You hissed at the pain when the warm water hit your core. Wanda slowly pushed you down, leaning over to wash you.

“No more crying, sweetheart,” Wanda whispered and gently began to bath you. You nodded and stayed put and allowed Wanda to care for you.

“Thanks, Mommy.”

Wanda smiled and placed a small kiss to your cheek. “Anytime, darling.”

[pies-writes-and-more]

when they find you sleeping

pairings : Akaashi Keiji, Kozume Kenma, & Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a Fem!Reader

warnings: probably some swearing but all fluff otherwise 😊

a/n: i love how they just got longer from first to last lol anyways I took a lot of naps this past weekend because it was a long weekend for me so I thought I’d write about it 😊 enjoy! 

haikyuu masterlist

Akaashi could’ve sworn you sounded so stressed on the phone when you had called earlier. He had only imagined the worry in your eyes and he could practically hear you pacing in your room.

“Please?” You begged, gripping the phone to your cheek. “I promise I’ll make it up to you!”

Akaashi sighed, glancing at the clock that was in the gym, calculating how long he figured it would take him to walk to your place, “Fine. I’ll pack up and you better be ready to actually review with me! Not just goof around like last time,” he scolded you gently.

“Mhm! I will!” You told him, a smile in your voice as you hung up. Akaashi just shook his head slightly. The things he would do for you.

It didn’t matter that practice had run late and that he was starving. It didn’t matter that he really wanted to go home, eat something, and go straight to bed. It didn’t matter because the most wonderful person was waiting for him to come over and he would do anything- absolutely anything, to make you smile.

But when he got to your place, he couldn’t help but smirk seeing you on the floor. For someone who seemed so stressed earlier, you didn’t seem stressed now. There you were, on the floor, curled up and using one of your old plushies as a pillow, sleeping the night away. 

The boy just shook his head as he smiled, glancing around the room at the familiar smell of your mom’s cooking. He grinned, knowing that you had saved him a plate because you knew he was hungry, because somehow you always knew exactly what he wanted.

By the time you had opened your eyes from what was supposed to be just a small recharge, Akaashi had licked the plate clean and was going over the study material.

“Hey! You were supposed to study with me!” You whined, rubbing your eyes open with one hand as you swatted at his arm with the other.

“You were supposed to be awake to study with me,” he pointed out with a smile because you were the most perfect being he could ever lay eyes on, even if you had just woke up from a nap.

“Okay okay okay I’m ready, test me!” You asked eagerly, holding up your textbook to him, shaking your head awake so you could concentrate. 

Akaashi just watched you for a moment, that smile of his reaching his eyes as he just looked at you. He asked you some questions, going over some study material and both of you finding it easy to talk things out with someone else there. He watched you as the two of you studied, just glimpses here and there. He loved you, even if he had never said it before, he did. And maybe, if this exam went well, he would tell you.

Kenma couldn’t help but feel just a bit of guilt in him as he found you passed out on his couch. His eyes drifted to the screen on his phone, noting that you had been over for at least 2 hours now and he had only now taken the time to realize where you were.

You had shown up a few minutes early, beaming sunshine and all things perfect like you always did. But even though the two of you had planned this movie night for weeks now, Kenma just couldn’t find it in himself to leave his game yet. “It’s alright, Kenma!” You had smiled, noting his hesitation. “Go ahead and finish whatever level you’re on. I’ll set everything up!”

It wasn’t out of character for Kenma to lose track of time, especially when playing a game, but this time, he felt extra guilty about it. There you were, on his couch, hugging a blanket that you probably brought for you to cuddle under during the movie, with the TV screen now sleeping because it had been too long, and a bowl of popcorn that had gone cold on a nearby table.

Kenma tried to think of what to say when you eventually woke up. He didn’t want to make you mad, because despite his actions in the last few hours, you really were the best thing that had ever happened to him (Kuroo liked to remind him of this all the time). Maybe... he could just go back and keep playing? No that would make things worse... right?

“Ken?” You grumble, sitting up slowly as you notice his presence in the room. He jumped at the sound of your voice, watching you carefully, as if gauging just how upset you were. “Oh! Are you all done now? Can we start?” You asked excitedly, still smiling so wonderfully over at him.

“...You’re not upset with me?” He asked carefully, sitting down next to you slowly.

You gave a small smile and just shook your head, “I knew when I first met you that I was going to love you. Even if that meant waiting on you.” You gave a little laugh at his somewhat stunned face, giving a bit of a whine when you realized the popcorn sitting there. “Damn, I knew I should’ve waited to get it ready. Now it’ll be all cold.”

Kenma shrugged and pulled the bowl onto his lap and tugged you closer to him, “It’s fine, we can always make more. I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” 

You snuggled into him, glad that you didn’t have to imagine him next to you anymore, “It’s alright. But maybe next time, just warn me you’re still playing so I don’t come over too early,” you teased and his cheeks turned red as he nodded.

Kenma wouldn’t be able to tell Kuroo later what the movie was about, even though Kuroo thought he was crazy for not paying attention.

“Who doesn’t pay attention to movies?” Kuroo scoffed.

Kenma just shrugged, looking up at the ceiling as he thought about his night with you. “It’s not that I really like the movies. I just... like being with her.”

“Have you even told her yet?” Kuroo nudged his best friend, raising an eyebrow. “Girls won’t wait around forever, you know.”

Kenma just sighed, knowing his friend was right, but there was just a little something in him that made him wonder if you already knew how he felt. “I knew when I first met you that I was going to love you,”... you hadn’t meant love love... had you? The thought tugged at Kenma’s brain all day long until he had had enough of it. It was starting to effect his gaming at this point because all he could think about was you. That’s it, he told himself with a huff. I’ll tell her today and just get it over with. 

Even though he decided on it so hurriedly, Kenma still gave the words he would say to you a lot of thought. This wasn’t like a game where he could try again later. He had one shot at this... and he wanted it to be perfect.

Ushijima should’ve sent you home. He had tried at the beginning of practice, but he should’ve been more firm. He scolded himself a little internally, shaking his head as he kneeled next to your sleeping body, which was lying on top of a makeshift pillow made from your jacket. You must’ve been so tired after class today and yet, you insisted to Ushijima that you wanted to walk home with him like usual.

“Who is that?” Goshiki had whispered not-so-softly as the rest of the team started to leave the gym.

“Come on, Goshiki. Don’t you pay attention to anything other than volleyball?” Shirabu scoffed in response, glancing at how gentle the giant of an ace was being as he sat down next to you. “That’s the Ace’s girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” Goshiki repeated, as if he hadn’t ever considered Ushijima having a girlfriend. And he hadn’t. Because Ushijima always seemed so devoted to volleyball, it didn’t really cross Goshiki’s mind that there could be something else.

“Now now, children,” Tendō laughed, wrapping his arms around the boys’ shoulders, grinning proudly, “If you’re going to gossip, at least get it right. Y/N is not Ushijima’s girlfriend yet.”

Ushijima couldn’t care less that the topic of choice for the team was his romance life. He wasn’t even really paying attention as their voices disappeared from the large gym. Although, he had wished they would be just a little more quiet since you were in fact, sleeping.

“Y/N,” he spoke gently, brushing your hair from your eyes slightly. His hand moved to touch your cheek, an instinct that he wasn’t quite sure where it came from, but hesitated and pulled away instead. “Y/N, it’s time to go home.”

You stirred a little at the comfort of Ushijima’s voice, mumbling something as your eyes fluttered opened. “All done?” You asked, a yawn interrupting you half way. 

A small smile tugged at Ushijima’s lips as he watched you, offering a hand to you and helping you stand, “I’m sorry you’re always the one waiting for me,” he apologized gently, rubbing the back of his neck as he watched you pack up your things. 

“I don’t mind, Ushijima,” you beamed up at him. “It’s not like you don’t do things for me,” you pointed out as you watched him grab your bag from you, always insisting that he help you carry things when he walked you home (even if you only had the one item).

The two of you left the gym, the rest of the team still lingering about and everyone wishing their goodbyes. You gave a smack onto Tendō’s arm as he laughed about you falling asleep, teasing you about being a baby who needed a nap.

“Is that really what you get when you’re the ace of Shiratorizawa?” Goshiki was gaping, a little starstruck over you. Sure, he had seen you around before but you just seemed a little too ethereal for him to think of you anything less than an angel.

“No,” Ushijima interrupted before Shirabu could, not even bothering to look at his underclassmen. “She’s one of a kind.”

Reon and Semi couldn’t help but laugh as Goshiki blubbered out an apology, hoping the ace hadn’t thought of his words as rude or anything, but Ushijima just walked away, clasping your hand in his as he said goodbye with you to his best friend. 

You should’ve been more surprised that Ushijima’s fingers were now interlaced with yours but it felt so natural that you didn’t realize that it was such a moment until you got home. The two of you spent the walk home talking about anything on your mind, you even managed to make him laugh a few times with how silly or dumb your thoughts were.

Ushijima gave you a small smile as he handed you your bag at your doorstep. And for a moment, he wondered what would happen if he just told you how he felt right now. But your parents called you inside and you eagerly waved him goodnight, sending him one of those adorable smiles you always seemed to save for him.

So maybe not tonight... but he would come back tomorrow morning with scribbled notes on his hand about things he wanted to say to you and a pastry or two because he wanted his confession to be as sweet as you.

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Secrets Kept

Based on this request: “thomas x reader and one of the other people are being rude and they slap her and they get all worked up and mad? (maybe the person is making fun of her because she got attacked by a griever (she’s a runner) and minho had to help, but minho also stands up for her)”

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You’ve been running in the Maze for maybe an hour, maybe more. It’s not long enough. It’s funny how every morning, you wake up and manage to convince yourself that being a Runner is easier than you think, that you’ll be able to keep moving endlessly and never have a problem with it. You seem to forget how hard your job is overnight, but you’re reminded of it every single morning. To be honest, you’re not sure what you expected when you signed up to be a Runner in the first place, but the constant exhaustion is just one of the side effects.

That being said, you wouldn’t trade this job for anything. A slight grin appears on your face as you look around you, tilting your head up to feel the breeze whipping around the corners of the Maze. Your mind is turning, thinking of ways to remember every hall and corridor that you cross. Beside you, your running partner turns to you, eyebrows raised over your apparent delight. This causes Minho’s attention to be focused solely on you, which is why he doesn’t notice your boyfriend, Thomas, appearing down a nearby corridor.

Your eyes widen imperceptibly. Thomas isn’t supposed to be here, not at all. You joined the ranks of the Runners a long time ago, way before Thomas even showed up here and wanted to risk his neck with the rest of you. That meant that he would be a part of a different pair of runners, one that wasn’t you and Minho, and that he would be assigned a completely different part of the Maze to run for today. Ever since the Gladers discovered that different sectors of the Maze opened at different times, they carefully divided each sector into runnable routes that were parceled out to the various pairs of Runners. Basically, all of this means that you shouldn’t once see Thomas during the entirety of your daily run, yet here he is now.

You think you know why he’s here, though. Your theory is proven when Thomas stumbles to a halt mid-step after realizing that Minho is seconds away from discovering you, and quickly stumbles behind a wall of the Maze for cover. When he peeks out again, he’s got a smirk on his face that tells you that the added danger of getting caught is only making him more willing to risk discovery.

Why is he here, then? Well, it’s probably because you’re dating Thomas, or at least you have in secret. Once you showed up to the Glade and became the first girl to add to their numbers, Alby set in motion a rule that none of the boys could even come near you. They could be friends all they wanted, but the second they looked at you with a desire for something more, they’d be thrown in the Slammer before they could say ‘I escaped the friend zone’. 

You’ve been perfectly fine with this rule. There are enough gaping boys in the Glade that make you more than alright that Alby gives any flirting slintheads a death glare. However, when Thomas showed up, you just couldn’t stick to the plan. He was kind to you, and it seemed like he was the first one to truly listen to you for a very long time. When you spoke about anything, when you even so much as sat next to him, Thomas would look at you with this soft smile that made you want to reach over and kiss him right then and there.

You’d been afraid to do something, at first. What if you misread something and suddenly it was you crossing his boundaries as opposed to any one of the Gladers with you? Then, one night at the Bonfire, Thomas had been walking you back to the Homestead when he’d turned to you with this look in your eyes, one that made you shiver slightly despite the heat of the dark hour. He’d asked if he could kiss you, voice low and rumbling in the shadows, and you’d barely been able to nod your head yes from the thrill of it.

Ever since then, you’ve been happy enough to consider him your boyfriend. The problem is that Thomas still technically isn’t supposed to be seeing you, and the only way you can kiss him is if the two of you sneak out to the Deadheads or find time when nobody is around to reach over and wrap your arms around him. These come with an unsurprising rarity, as the Glade is practically overrun with shanks with little to no concept of personal space and privacy, so you have to make do with what you have.

This means that on days like today, when Thomas had been held back from seeing you even into the late hours of the night, he’s willing to stretch some rules and come find you himself. So, you turn to a still unsuspecting Minho, and gesture for him to go forward without you. “Tell you what, I’m going to fix my shoe. I think there’s something in it.” Minho starts to say something about how he’ll wait for you, but you hurriedly wave his concerns away. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. You go ahead and I’ll catch up.”

Minho hesitates one last moment then shrugs, turning to keep running. You watch him go, afraid to make the slightest of motions towards the general area behind you where you spotted Thomas, lest your running partner suspect something and come back to you. Minho’s just disappeared around a corner when a pair of hands descend on your hips, spinning around to come face to face with Thomas, who’s wearing a particularly proud grin at the look of surprise on your face.

You reach forward to smack his arm. “Slinthead. I thought a Griever was sneaking up behind me.” Thomas just laughs. “I don’t think Grievers look this good.” You try to hold back a laugh of your own. “Good to know that your pride hasn’t been hurt by you bending the rules all the time. We could get caught, you know.” Thomas just lifts a shoulder in dismissal. “I’m dating the prettiest girl in the Glade. I’d say that’s worth going behind Alby’s back.”

You fight to keep heat from rising to your cheeks. “The prettiest girl in the Glade? Thomas, I’m the only girl in the Glade.” Thomas smirks. “Doesn’t mean it’s not true. Just accept the compliment, Y/N.” You open your mouth to protest, but you’re effectively silenced when Thomas leans forward to kiss you. Suddenly, all of your complaints are evaporating into the hot air of the Maze.

You allow yourself a few minutes of this before you reluctantly bid Thomas farewell. Despite being able to throw Minho off your tail for a little while, you can only ‘fix your shoe’ for so long before the boy starts to suspect something. When Thomas finally lets you go with a goodbye kiss and you jog down the labyrinthine corridors in search of your running partner, you do so with a smile. How’d you get this lucky?

You find Minho after a little while, who offers up a few joking criticisms about how long it takes you to tie your shoes. You bear these with a smile, knowing that your real reason for being late is something that far outweighs any of Minho’s sarcastic comments. The two of you run for a little longer before heading further into the center of the Maze. It is only there, once you’re as far away from the Glade as you could possibly be, that you realize that something is wrong. It feels as if you’re suddenly not alone, that you and Minho aren’t the only ones lurking in these corridors.

Seconds later, something heavy comes to an abrupt stop in front of you. You and Minho rear back in identical shock, staring at the Griever, the one that’s just jumped down from the walls of the Maze to land a few feet ahead of you. You gaze at it unthinkingly, unable to move a muscle despite all of your body screaming for you to run. “How is it here? I thought Grievers weren’t supposed to come out during the day!”

Minho gulps beside you. “They’re not, but this one’s here anyway. Run!” That’s all the incentive you need for your legs to start working again, and the two of you turn and sprint in unison. Your feet are pounding down the ground, your body focused on the sole goal of surviving. You thought you were tired before, but all of that exhaustion is gone now, replaced by an intense adrenaline rush that leaves you feeling as if you’ve got all the energy in the world.

You race around corners and down straightaways, your breath coming hard in your chest. Despite the fact that you’re running as fast as you can, you almost get the feeling that the Griever is toying with you, not going after you with as much force as it could truly muster. Indeed, once you’re almost to the final corridors separating you and the Glade, it seems to draw back, disappearing into the halls of the Maze once more.

You turn to Minho, gasping for breath after your abrupt sprint. “What was that about? Why did it stop?” Minho shrugs, hands on his knees for any kind of support. “I don’t know. Maybe it wanted to stop us from going too far. Maybe we were going to see something that it didn’t want us to see. All I know is that I’m pretty shucking happy that we’re still alive.” You manage to limp over to him, slapping him on the back. “You can say that again. Let’s go tell Alby that we’re the two unluckiest shanks in the Glade to stumble upon a Griever in the middle of the day.”

Alby is, unsurprisingly, stunned by this news. This contradicts everything you’ve thought of the Grievers and the Maze before today. No matter how strange your living situation in the Maze is, the rules have never changed- Grievers come out during the night, and the night only. No one has any idea what to think now that this has changed, and to be honest, no one really wants to think about what happened. In the end, Alby decides that there’s nothing you can do about it except tell everybody to be careful.

As a result of this, you see a lot of somber faces around the Glade that afternoon. Everyone’s clustered into tight groups, talking in hushed voices about obviously critical topics that no doubt revolve around your little Griever incident. When Thomas comes back from his run in the Maze, you see his face fall in an instant when he hears what happened. He starts to come your way, expression twisted with concern, but you shake your head once. Technically, you’re not supposed to know Thomas that well at all. Let Newt handle him- despite everything, you still can’t blow your cover and reveal to everyone that you’re dating.

Still, the anxious mood persists around the Gladers. Gally eventually gives in and asks Alby for a Bonfire Night, which the older boy approves. This is basically just an excuse to light things on fire and pass around Gally’s suspicious brew, but everyone’s so keyed up over what just happened that Alby decides everyone needs a night to have fun. Once the glasses of amber liquid start getting passed around, though, you begin to think that it might not have been such a good idea after all.

Once fear mixes with Gally’s concoction, people start getting louder, their friendly punches in the fighting ring less charming and more antagonistic. You decide to leave early, already tired of the signs pointing to the fact that this night will not be going well. However, you’re barely taken a few steps away from your seat before one of the more drunk Builders stops you in your tracks.

“Where are you going, Y/N? Running away again?” You raise an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” The Builder scoffs. “We all know what happened with the Griever. You saw it and ran away. Big bunch of nothing for someone who’s supposed to be one of the bravest Runners we’ve got.” You fold your arms over your chest incredulously. “Then feel free to take my job. I’m sure all of your experience stacking bricks will help you deal with a monster as tall as a house.”

The Builder’s smug smile drops. “Are you calling me a coward?” You snort. “I’m calling you weak. Get out of my way, I don’t want to deal with you tonight.” You move to walk past him, but the Builder just shifts to block your way again. “Like shuck. You don’t get to call me weak.” You stare back at him, feeling anger starting to rise up in your chest. “And you don’t get to call me a coward. You wouldn’t know bravery if it hit you over the head.”

This is probably a bad idea, you know that. This thought is proven correct when the Builder’s hand moves in a blur across your field of vision, and seconds later, your hand is coming away from your nose. There’s a streak of red across your fingers that tells you that he’s hit you hard, harder than he should have for what was supposed to be a friendly bonfire night.

Already, there are outraged shouts coming from around you, Gladers already starting to come to your defense. The loudest one, though, is from the boy who’s already by your side. Somehow, you’re not surprised that Thomas is already here. He probably would have punched the guy already, were it not for the fact that Minho and Newt both are holding him back. “Don’t you dare hit her. Don’t you dare.”

The Builder chuckles, although you can tell that he’s afraid. “What are you going to do? Hit me? We’ll just be together in the Slammer.” Thomas stops fighting against Minho and Newt, fixing the Builder with a death glare that makes the boy flinch. “You wish. Were it not for the fact that I actually give a damn about what’s supposed to happen around here, you’d be on the ground, trust me.”

The Builder raises an eyebrow, trying to add to his tough-guy demeanor in the hopes that it’ll cover up for the fact that he’s slowly trying to back away. “What do you care about what I do? This doesn’t concern you.” Thomas takes a step forward, and the Builder practically shrinks back. “Actually, it does. Y/N’s braver than you could ever dream of being. Do you know what it’s like to come face to face with a Griever? The fact that she’s not dead should tell you something about how tough she is. And yes, this does concern me, because she’s my girlfriend.”

Silence falls around the Bonfire at Thomas’ words. He glances over at you now, realizing what he’s said. “Surprise.” You laugh in spite of yourself. “Well, it was going to come out eventually.” You reach over, slinging your arm around his shoulder. “Come on, let’s let Alby deal with this slinthead. We’ve got better things to do.” Thomas allows himself a grin, moving away with you. “That we do.”

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