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peachycoreroo · 3 years ago

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i was thinking, what about boys from haikyuu losing game and taking their anger on their s/o in bed to the point s/o is saying safe word, crying? if that's too much, just make them really angry, hurting s/o with words.

i was thinking about Suna, Kita and maybe Shirabu?

characters: suna rintarou, kita shinsuke, shirabu kenjirou

genre: smut, slight angst, fluff at the end

word count: 1.8k

warnings: fem!reader, angry boys, established relationships, spanking, one (1) face slap, choking, vaginal penetration, oral m!receiving, usage of ‘whore’, ‘bitch’ and ‘slut’, heavy degradation, semi-public sex, pretty harsh words are said, safe word is used

authors note: uuu this is my first darker piece for hq, but it does end in fluff!! i tweaked it so it fits the timeskip, but just a friendly reminder that this is pure fiction, your favs love you and would never hurt you<3 here's a link to my masterlist

pt.2: kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru, tsukishima kei

suna rintarou:

it wasn’t often that your boyfriend resorted to pounding the living shit out of you immediately when you had sex, usually opting for teasing you till you couldn’t take it anymore and begged him to fuck you or took the reins in your own hands and rode him till you were both shaking from overstimulation.

this time, was bad though.

the japanese national volleyball team just lost the finale of the olympics, resulting in them only getting the silver medal. no matter how amazing the second-place sounded, it still hit hard to miss the big gold by a hair.

just like how hard suna was currently hitting your ass, as he fucked into you in the empty changing room of the team. you only wanted to check on him when you saw how dejected he looked as he left the field with the team, when the tall brunet just ripped down your clothes and bent you over, fury dancing in his greenish eyes.

you knew how hard rintarou and his teammates worked for this. it was only natural they couldn’t celebrate. losing is still losing, no matter if you’re getting a medal.

“f-fuck, rin, it hurts”, you wailed, tears already streaming down your face from the full-force slaps that were delivered to your sore ass cheeks. being bent over with only the locker in front of you and sunas’ hands on your hips as a leverage to not fall face first on the floor, slowly took a troll on your tired body. it also didn’t help that your legs were barely able to keep you up with how powerful his thrusts were.

“shut the fuck up and take it, worthless whore”, he growled furiously, thrusts only increasing in speed, and a hand sneaking to your front, wrapping itself around your neck. the cruel comments that usually caused your cunt to flutter and eyes roll back, suddenly made your heart sink.

you knew he was angry at being defeated by the opposing team and not at you, but you couldn’t stop the heavy feeling in your chest, or the tears that seemed to multiply at his cold remark.

when the adjustment of his hips caused him to hammer his fat tip painfully against your cervix and his hand tightened harshly around your throat, your knees gave out and you tried to scream only for nothing to come out of your mouth.

“useless, fucking bitch, can’t even stand upright. why do i even keep you around?” he aggressively huffed, not paying any attention to your comfort. you couldn’t take this anymore.

your body went completely limp, as you whispered a small, choked ‘silk’, not even being sure if he heard, when his mind was so clouded by rage.

but he did. and his heart painfully clenched when he recognized the hurt tone in your voice, instantly letting go of your bruised throat and ceasing his thrusts.

guilt filled him as he pulled out and finally looked at you to see you sobbing uncontrollably, arms wrapping protectively around your form as if you were afraid of him hurting you.

“hey… hey, y/n, sweetie, look at me.” suna’s gentle tone had you looking up at him, your vision blurry as your pained expression met his tender one.

“’m s-sorry i couldn’t help you, r-rin’. ‘m sorry y-you lost”, you stuttered out helplessly.

here you were, crying and in pain, but still thinking about him. the brunet was sure he didn’t deserve you.

“no, i’m sorry, pretty. i got carried away”, the tall volleyball player whispered softly, his large palms cupping your cheeks, “i love you and i never want to hurt you. please, forgive me.”

the guilt etched into his handsome face showed you just how bad he really felt, your lips lifting in a small smile. “’s ok, rin’. i love you too.”

the tall male breathed out a sigh of relief as he embraced you tightly and kissed your forehead. suna rintarou would never get carried away like this again. that, he promised himself.

kita shinsuke:

when kita got home, all dejected and upset because some assholes decided to trash grandma yumie’s precious crops in the darkness of the night, you opened your arms with love and understanding. what you didn’t expect however, as you asked how you could help, was to end up on your knees with your boyfriend abusing your throat for what felt like hours.

your knees were aching from the uncomfortable position on the hardwood floor, throat painfully contracting around his thick length as he pounded your mouth as if it were your cunt, jaw hurting from holding it open for so long.

you felt like you would pass out any minute, and while normally kita would immediately sense any of your slightest mood shifts when you were being intimate, he didn’t this time.

where there was usually a caring boyfriend who wouldn’t take his gaze of your face and always asked if you’re doing okay, was a guy who had a far away look on his frowning face, only using you as an outlet for his anger.

the white-black haired male was almost scarily quiet, only occasional grunts and growls escaping his lips. your gurgling and gagging sounds as he hit the back of your throat with every forceful thrust were painful to listen to, and you couldn’t wrap your head around your boyfriend not realizing what he was doing to you.

as tears streamed down your numb face, you weren’t able to stop your teeth from grazing his fat cock, your throbbing jaw not cooperating with your brain anymore.

kita let out an animalistic growl as he pulled out of your wet mouth at once, a sudden slap to your tender cheek startling you.

“you asked how to help and you’re doing exactly that, but can’t even do that for me, huh?”, he spat almost hostilely.

the hurtful words, the harsh slap and the rage painted on his usually calm and kind face made your heart ache, as you sobbed out a ‘peach! shin’, please! peach!’

kita suddenly felt as if he awoke from a hypnosis, when he heard you cry out your safe word. as his -now clear- gaze fell on you, he couldn’t help his chest from painfully tightening. you only offered to help, and he’s gone and hurt you like never before.

falling on his knees in front of you, he pulled you into his strong arms, rocking you both side to side as he apologetically murmured ‘i’m so sorry, angel’ and ‘i love you’ over and over again into your messy hair.

“m’ okay, shinsuke. just wanted to help", you sniffled against his chest, making kita close his eyes out of pure shame that he did that to you.

“let’s get you into the bathtub and i’ll cook your favorite, how does that sound love?”, he whispered softly, as if afraid that any of his next movements would make you break.

the next few weeks you barely got to do anything, kita shinsuke always glued to your side and immediately taking over any task that was thrown at you.

shirabu kenjirou:

being a med student was fucking exhausting. shirabu had spent months writing a very important thesis about certain brain tumors on newborns, only for his professor to give him a c. something about it not being detailed enough.

“fuck you”, shirabu spat as he was sitting in front of the fire place in your shared apartment, throwing all 80 pages of the “not detailed” dissertation into the fire.

“ken’? what are you doing?”

“burning this fucking nightmare. ’m gonna drop out, fuck this shit”, he almost growled furiously. coming up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, leaning down to ask lowly: “you want a better way to deal with your anger?”

that’s how you found yourself bent over his lap with your panties dangling at your ankles. the spanking wasn’t new, your boyfriend being super pissed while doing so, was.

the first few slaps went as usual with you clenching around nothing and enjoying the rubs to the tender flesh shirabu hit a few seconds prior. after, it suddenly went downhill.

all at once, the soft caresses ceased to a stop, his calloused palm from years of playing volleyball coming down on your ass with full force and the copper-haired man spewing some of the most degrading stuff you’ve ever heard.

“fucking slut, getting off to this. you like it when i use you to let out my anger? i’m having a hard time while you’re just being a horny, selfish fucktoy”.

at the last sentence, you froze. did he really think you were using him? you only wanted to help, but his cold words continued. “gonna beat your ass till it’s sore and aching, you won’t be able to sit without remembering what a useless fucking girlfriend you were while i needed support.”

the logical part of your brain knew, that your boyfriend didn’t mean it. the anger got the best of him, and he just threw around accusations like he wished he could do at his asshole of a prof.

but the bigger, sensitive part of your brain convinced you that he meant every single hurtful word. you weren’t even hearing what derogatory stuff was spilling from his lips anymore, vision blurry and ears ringing from the pain you felt in your chest as well as your ass cheeks.

was this your fault? was it wrong to try and help? maybe you should’ve given him some space.

a particularly hard spank brought you back to reality, suddenly tasting the salty wetness of your tears seeping into your mouth as you cried out a loud ‘pumpkin!”, trying to push yourself out of his lap and landing on the floor with a loud ‘thud’ as his hands instantly let you go.

shirabu could only look at you wide-eyed when he saw how you were choking on your sobs and crawling backwards, just to get away from him.

“please don’t hit me anymore!”, were the words, that would haunt kenjirou for the rest of his life. he could feel himself tear up when it hit him what he did to you, his precious girlfriend, just because he was angry at a prof.

“baby, i- please i would never hit you like that on purpose, i- “, the male felt his throat tighten up and with a quiet sniffle he embraced you tightly, craving the warmth of your body. “forgive me, i love you so much, please don’t go.”

as you started to calm down, your arms wrapped themselves around him, wanting to be close to him as well, because no matter what, he was your biggest comfort and you still loved him.

“’m not going anywhere, kenji’. just… please don’t do that ever again”, you murmured against his temple.

“never.”

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fluffytriceratops · 3 years ago

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Let Her Go - Atsumu Miya

Note: Yet again another old hq imagine. This time featuring my bb Tsumu. Bit of an au, both Atsumu and [Name] are older in this one. I imagine they're in their twenties. Atsumu is a professional vb player at this point. Also- I know it says [Name] instead of Y/n, but I just haven't decided which one I like better yet. So until then, have both? Idk. Thanks for reading! <3

Warnings: mature language,

"Kiss me," She practically begged, her fingers were cold against his skin as she cupped his face in her hands. He watched as the tears rolled down her plump rosy cheeks.

"Atsumu, kiss me." She said again, pressing her forehead against his own. He squeezed his eyes shut, not having enough strength to watch her break before him.

"Don't do this. Please... Don't leave like this." Her voice cracked and the Miya twin flinched, inhaling shakily.

"I'm sorry," He whimpered, lifting his hands up to gently grasp her wrists. Atsumu slowly pulled her hands away from his face.

Opening his eyes once again, he forced himself to look down at her. "I'm sorry, [Name]. But I have to do this. And I don't think - I don't think I'll be able to leave if we.." He swallowed thickly, trailing off and not being able to finish his sentence. Silently hoping she would just understand where he was going with this. He didn't want to hurt her, but it had to be done.

Her face twisted into a look of pain as she ripped her wrists from his grasp. "Don't. You don't get to do that. You don't get to use and dump me, only to feel sorry for yourself! I have supported you and your career, I never made you once choose it over me! I went to all your games, even the practice ones! I was there for you whenever you needed me. And you -" A small sob slipped past her lips. [Name] shook her head, forcing herself to look down at her feet.

"You used me. You're leaving me here, while you go off to be a champion. What was I to you? Was I nothing? Does our relationship mean nothing to you?" [Name] reaches up and began to wipe at her tears roughly. Almost as if they burned her.

"No. No you know that I loved you-"

"Loved? Past tense. Nice. Real lovely of you." She yanked a hand through her hair, chucking bitterly.

"I didn't - [Name] please try to understand." Atsumu sighed, taking a step towards her. She took a step back in return.

"Understand what exactly, Atsumu? Please explain this to me, because I'm having a real hard time understanding your stupid and cowardly actions." Her tone was venomous and tongue sharp. She wasn't playing around anymore.

"Volleyball has always been my life. My number one goal. You came into my life unexpectedly, and it was great. For a long while I was happy to be with you. But then you became a distraction. You were turning into my number one. And I couldn't.. I can't let that happen, [Name]. I promised myself I wouldn't let that happen. I can't have anyone holding me back, not my friends, not my family, not you. Volleyball is my dream, please, please try to understand. It won't work between us. I'm sorry."

She was silent for a good long while. Finally getting enough courage to look at him, her gaze was cold and piercing as she glared. "No. No obviously I'm the one who should be sorry. For holding you back and ruining your dream. Because apparently you can't play volleyball and love someone at the same time. Or maybe I'm just stupid and don't understand it. But then again my career means everything to me as well. And I was happy not being in a relationship. I was happy. Until you came along and fucked everything up for me." She jabbed him in the chest with her index finger, tongue clicking in annoyance.

"Fucking hell, Atsumu. I was happy, I was fine with my life until you waltzed into my heart like you fucking owned it. And now you just walk away? You throw me off to the side like I'm one of your petty fans? I won't do it, I won't have it. I won't let you make me feel like a piece of shit. You're the piece of shit. Not me." Her tears had returned and Atsumu could tell she didn't want to be crying right now. He wanted to reach out to her, to hold her in his arms one last time. But he knew there was no going back. His mind was made up. This was it.

"[Name]-"

"No. I'm done, you hear me? I'm the one breaking up with you. Go on your fucking trip, have fun, I hope you do well in your competition. I truly do hope you have a wonderful life. I hope that your dreams come true. Just know that I won't be here waiting for you when that happens. Don't even bother looking for me... Goodbye, Atsumu. I wish you the best of luck." Wiping at her face with the back of her hand, she turned around and began to walk away. And he let her.

He didn't bother stopping her as he watched her leave. Atsumu's eyes were locked onto the back of her until he could no longer see her. And even then, he stood there. Knowing he had just cut off the last person who truly cared. The one person he could actually see himself make a life with. Someone who could've been ten times more important to him than volleyball. He let her go.

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dabisqueen · 3 years ago

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The Captured Pt.3

Shigaraki x Reader x Dabi

⇢ rating: 18+

⇢ word count: roughly 4K

⇢ plot: Being held hostage at the LOV HQ, you are Shigarakis "spoils", but can't help falling for Dabi. This makes for a troublesome situation.

⇢ warnings: 18+, noncon, rape, mean Shiggy, soft Dabi, blood, cum, creampie, smut, alcohol, force, vaginal sex, oral sex (male receiving), orgasm, threatening of quirk use

⇢ NO MINORS ALLOWED!!!

personal note: where do i start. it got longer than anticipated so there will also be a part 4! geez... ok, this one i still had a hard time writing the plot and its twist. but i think it will all come together nicely in the end.

Pt.2 / Pt.4

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Time passed as I got accustomed to my new situation. I knew by now I was never going to have my old life back, never going to get free. To the outside, I was missing, probably dead and I felt like I was not the girl I used to be - and would probably never be. I had unknowingly become part of the League, but I actually liked it. Dabi's room had become mine, even Shigaraki didn't mind about it, for Dabi slept most of the time on the couch in the lounge. The tight work schedule of the League made it impossible to find time for each other and Shigaraki, being completely engulfed in his leadership goals, hadn't come up to me either.

One evening most members were out and I was left alone with Toga supervising me. We were at the bar, I had been drinking a couple of gin tonics as we were stuck in conversation. Toga suddenly had her elbows on the table and leaned in so close I could feel her breath on my face. She chirped with her happiest voice “Forgot to tell you: got a special date today. Can you help me get pretty, please?” she grinned at me with an eager mewl, eyes almost squinting.

I sighed, ��Ok, but no sticking knives in me, got that?” She crossed her heart and grinned “Promise!”

Squealing with joy she grabbed my hand and guided me to her room. Once there, she retrieved a bag from the bathroom, stuffed with all sorts of makeup. Sitting her down in a chair, I knelt in front of her and grabbed an eyeliner, unscrewing the top. She shivered in excitement, all the while licking her lips, eyeing me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Turning towards her, I started applying the makeup on her, faces only inches away from each other. I noticed her excited hot breath fanning my face, smelling like bubblegum.

"So, uhm, who's your date?“ I questioned, hovering in front of her.

Before I knew it she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her, her soft warm lips locking with mine. I was frozen in surprise as she pulled back and whispered “You…” and then I felt a sting in my fingertip. I jolted away from her, looking down at my finger. Blood started oozing out of a hole in the tip of my finger, slowly running down my finger.

“Fuck, Toga!” I yelled at her, while she giggled and wiggled a large syringe needle in her hand, “No knife, see?”

“Brat!” I spat out, staring at her, stunned. There was an awkward moment of silence between us as the blood started dripping on the floor.

“Please, just one lick?” She begged, eyes gleaming with pure desire, a smile like a thousand volts in her face as she kept licking her lips.

“Geez Toga...” I mumbled as I suddenly felt the alcohol kick in while the adrenaline wore off. Without any time to react, she grabbed my finger and pulled it towards her mouth. Her tongue came out and, sliding it up, she collected all the blood on it. I gasped as she closed her plush warm lips around my finger, cheeks hollowing as she started sucking on it. Her eyes narrowed, as she kept relentlessly pulling the blood out of my finger. With a plop, she released it, my red juice pooling rapidly on the tip from the suction and she opened her mouth. Dark red, thick fluid covered her tongue, puddling around it. I felt nausea creeping up inside me as she closed her eyes, swirling it around in her mouth before visibly swallowing it. She opened her mouth again, now empty, and grinned sharp and wide.

“You're sick,” I groaned as I staggered off to the door on wobbly legs.

Toga kept calling after me "Awhh… that wasn't that bad! Please stay!"

But I ignored her and continued on to Dabi's room. Nausea kept stirring my insides as I stumbled into it, ripping open the bathroom door and convulsing over the toilet, vomiting into it. As nausea finally subsided, I leaned back, feeling heavy with foreboding rumbling deep inside my core as I hung my head and cried.

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Shigaraki had been out with the other members to meet another villain group to potentially join forces. The evening had stretched itself out, I had been left alone for the first time. I sat in the lounge and played with some cards, getting myself a drink once in a while.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the familiar purple warp gates opening and each member, one by one, appeared through it. At least I thought so. As Shigaraki passed through the gate, covered in his hands, I could feel something was off. He was fuming with anger, his whole body shaking, while everyone else seemed in a gloomy mood, hurrying to shuffle out of his way. He stomped to the bar, hissing and cursing, as Kurogiri almost flew behind the counter to pour him a whiskey. He grabbed it, lifted "Father" for a moment and chugged it in one go. Still ranting to himself his glaring red eyes darted across the room as if he was looking for something. Finally, his crazed gaze fell upon me, his eyes narrowing.

"You..." he glared at me across the room.

Everyone went silent, all eyes on me.

Shigaraki slowly approached me, his hand stretched out as he rasped an undeniable order "My room, now."

My eyes widened with fear, I stumbled to my feet, tripping backward against the chairs,

"N- no, please…" I stuttered out, shaking my head frantically.

"I said my room," his voice was even more chilling than before. As I still didn't respond, he darted towards me. With no time to react, he grabbed my wrist and jerked me with him towards the door. I stumbled after him, protesting, tears starting to well in my eyes as I looked over my shoulders.

Everyone stood unmoved, no one had the guts to speak up. Toga even wiggled her fingers after me with a sheepish grin on her face. And then my eyes found Dabi’s. His face placid, he watched me being pulled out of the room. His behavior felt treacherous, I was hurt, lost as I pleaded "Dabi please help!" but all he did was avert his eyes and then he disappeared out of sight as Shigaraki coached me through the door into the hallway.

Being dragged after him, I stumbled a few times trying to keep up with his pace. Once at his room, he kicked his door open and yanked me inside, having me lose my footing and fall to the floor on all fourths. He slammed the door shut behind me and rasped "Undress."

“N- No, I won't!” I shook, scrambling to my feet.

"You're testing my patience, little Spoils," he hissed, approaching me with five fingers pointing at me.

I felt the built-up anger inside me bubble up and couldn't contain myself anymore. If he were to dust me, then be it! “Fine, jerk!” I yelled at him, aware of the danger I was getting myself into by saying that. Hands shaking I fumbled on my button and zipper, slowly pulling down my pants. Shigaraki ignored my harsh tone though and turned towards a dresser on the side. Not leaving me out of his sight he one by one unhinged the hands off of him and placed them neatly into a drawer.

As I stood only in my underwear in the middle of the room, he strode towards me and grabbed my wrist. Ignoring my loud protests he pulled me towards the bed and pushed me belly down onto it. I cringed when he pried open my legs, kneeling between them. The rustling of his pants being undone was accompanied by my pleas not to hurt me again. But he kept ignoring me, prodding one finger inside, slowly gliding in and out.

"So hot for me…" he snarled, red eyes glowing with excitement, as he licked his dry lips.

"Shigaraki, don't make me fucking bleed again!" I cried out, lifting my arms, trying to prop myself up. But his right hand grabbed the back of my head and pressed it down into the sheets.

"Shut up!" His voice full of irritation.

My complaints were muffled by the sheets as he prodded himself at my entrance, pushing my panties aside. His left hand pressed against my back, thumb curled in, pinning my body against the mattress as he sheathed himself inside me with one strong thrust. I wailed into the sheets at his forceful intrusion.

The stretch from his girth was still unbearable. I groaned as he started pumping himself into me, letting out angry huffs as he kept muttering fucking yakuza… fuckin' brat… should have dusted him… I whimpered into the sheets as he continued pounding into me. By the time he came, I felt that dull pain in my core again and anger almost boiled over inside me. As he caught his breath and pulled out, reaching for his pants, I jerked around and yelled at him "Fuck, Shigaraki, you need to stop doing that!” I almost cried, “Can't keep on hurting me like that, if you call yourself the 'boss' around here!" He growled at my outburst but before he could react I pushed him aside, his eyes glinting with surprise, grabbed my clothes and stumbled out of the room.

Ignoring the dull pain in my core and the hot fluids dripping down my legs, I started staggering down the hallway. As I got closer to the stairs, I saw a familiar figure standing at the end of the hallway, resting against the wall. Dabi looked at me with an unmoving expression in his cerulean eyes. I didn't even stop, just pushed past him as I continued my way to the stairs. He followed me and held out his hand, rumbling lowly, a bit abashed “Here, lemme help" as I swayed a bit. But I swapped it away in anger and growled at him "Don't you dare touch me, " as I continued my way up to his room, leaving him standing deserted in the hallway.

I went straight to the bathroom, got undressed and took a shower, washing all the smut off me. I sank to the floor as an uncontrolled flow of tears started mixing with the hot water running down my face.

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Life went on as usual in the headquarters. The League was out a lot, recruiting more, doing some successful quests, that the news later on talked about, as we all watched TV at the lounge bar. Their increased activity had me spare more intimate time with Shigaraki and Dabi. It was a much-needed break, giving me the possibility to cope with my new life, trying to figure out how I could fit into it. As for Dabi, I distanced myself from him, avoiding him whenever possible. I needed time, thinking about his obscurr attitude towards me in the past. So whenever he entered the lounge, I usually sat down at Shigaraki’s side or scooted off to the furthest corner. When we met in the hallway, I avoided eye contact, looking straight ahead and just passed by.

Dabi became increasingly on edge by my behavior. He didn't know how to cope with my anger. His irritation showed in his increased aggressiveness, repeatedly snapping at the other members. Everyone started being on edge with him, even more than they used to do. Toga kept complaining to me about his erratic behavior and repeated outbursts. Not as if that was anything unusual, but it had become more frequent. Even though I tried avoiding him, he somehow managed to be a constant presence in my periphery. He hung around to just watch me, reclining back in his chair looking half-asleep and completely disinterested, but I could see how he was constantly shooting me glances. During meetings in the lounge, he leaned against the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest and kept watching me with those unmoving ice blue eyes.

Despite those troubling circumstances, I started to get accustomed to the rest of the members. I grew really fond of Spinner and Twice, even Kurogiri became sort of a father figure for me with his constant concern over us. Toga was still an annoying crazy little brat who never missed a chance to draw blood from me, but I started thinking of her as the younger sister I never had. Whenever she kept asking for cuddles I couldn't help but give in to her, wrapping my arms around her, while she gave me an almost bruising hug back, snuggling into me and calling me her “Big Sis.”

Shigaraki - he turned out to be a handful. After I had lost my temper with him that one night, he seemed a bit apprehensive around me. He started fiddling with his fingers and phone when I was close, shooting me nervous glances. He kept looking at me with his burning red eyes, intrigued, curious as to what I was doing. Whenever there was a meeting or we just sat at the bbar he demanded me to be next to him. He snickered when he saw me snapping at Dabi. Whenever I huddled over to the other members, conversing and laughing with them, he kept eyeing me with interest.

Dabi on the other hand grew more agitated the closer Shigaraki kept me by his side, disagreeing during meetings, ignoring certain commands, just being more of his usual asshole-self towards him. And that didn't go unnoticed by Shigaraki, as he kept getting more aggrivated by his behavior.

It was one of those days they had been out again for recruitment and after they returned through the portals back into the lounge, Shigaraki turned towards me.

“Sit with me,” he rasped dryly as usual and slumped down at the bar. I reluctantly joined him, noticing that he seemed pretty agitated.

On the other side of the bar, Dabis had slouched down on a stool, whiskey in his hand, half-lidded eyes staking nonchalantly at me. Toga pranced over, leaning into me, purring and letting me stroke her hair. Even though no one said anything, there was an unspoken tension in the air. I looked at Shigaraki from the side, trying to figure out what was going on.

“What are you staring at,” he scowled irritably.

“Just seeing what mood you're in.” I shrugged.

He didn't react, as his eyes went up to Kurogishi to order us a drink. As the evening continued, we drank in silence but I couldn't shrug off the feeling that something was off between him and Dabi. They had not spoken a word since they came back. I was a bit tipsy, as Kurogiri kept placing drinks in front of me on behalf of Shigaraki. The tension-filled air, the weird vibes between the members made me feel uncomfortable and a heavy weight started suffocating me. Unexpectedly, all the stress and frustration, all the hurt and heartache of those last weeks, months of living in this place, came crashing down on me. It had been too much, too much of everything. Tears started glistening in my eyes as I felt every nerve in my body vibrate with feverish exhilaration, like strings singing with tension, ready to snap any moment. And that moment came sooner than I expected.

As Mr. Compress, a new member, approached Shigaraki, calling him “boss”, that certain something snapped inside me. The way Shigaraki had been handling me in his room was beyond “boss”-behavior and had left a sour taste in my mouth. I was barely able to suppress a giggle pressing itself up my throat. Shigaraki shot me an annoyed glance and Dabi cocked his head, honest concern starting to mix in with his usual bored expression. As they kept continuing the conversation, I couldn't control myself anymore and kept giggling every time I heard that specific word, a laughing fit slowly but surely starting to build up inside of me. Shigaraki grew increasingly annoyed by my behavior, his body started to tense, his idle hand curved into a fist and his leg nervously bouncing up and down. Once in a while his hand shot up so scratch his neck, until I could see small red patches. At one point I totally lost it, snorting, choking on my drink, not being able to suppress the frantic giggles creeping up, tears threatening to roll down my cheeks.

There was a wet splattering sound and I looked up to see Shigaraki, who clutched the remnants of his glass with all five of his fingers. What was left of it kept disappearing, turning into dust and the whiskey inside had splashed all over the counter. All heads jerked up as the scene unraveled before them.

He was shaking, face hidden behind his white messy hair as his lips parted and he breathed out in a low scratch, warning tone “Do you have a problem?"

I swallowed down my giggles, still nervous. I realized I had crossed a line and there was no way out for me.

His red crimson eyes shot up at me, his voice now trembling with rage, "I asked, if you have a problem!”

I fumbled with my fingers, which started to get sweaty and sticky. "I- I’m sorry… boss” and my body started shaking again with laughter, too exhausted from the last weeks straining experiences to care.

Shigaraki slowly slid off his stool and I watched him approach in horror, still sobbing with frantic uncontrollable giggles. So fast I couldn't even react, his hand shot up and wrapped around my throat, pinkie hovering dangerously close to my skin. He leaned forward into my face, red eyes burning into mine. I could smell his breath, induced with alcohol as he rasped out "I think I need to fuck those giggles out of you and show you who the boss is. Don't you think, little Spoils?" And with that he pulled me off the stool, my hands cutching his wrist, that was still grabbing my throat. I kept apologizing, pleading with him to let me go as suddenly a low growl emenated through the room "Stop touching her."

Shigaraki stopped dead in his tracks, still clutching my throat. Silence spread through the room like before an upcoming storm, and it had the hair at the back of my neck stand on end. Kurogiri nonchalantly turned off the TV and moved closer, ready to step in if necessary.

“Get your fucking hands off her,” Dabi growled again more viciously from where he slid off the stool at the bar, “She's not going anywhere.”

Shigaraki turned around slowly, staring at Dabi. "Oh, is that so?” I was stunned by Dabi's behavior as I tried to loosen Shigaraki's grip on my throat and was finally released. I gasped for air, trying to catch my breath, stumbling a few feet away.

“Are you gonna fight me?” Shigaraki rasped dryly, turning his attention towards Dabi, who hissed back, teeth exposed in a vicious smile. “I might, jackass."

"Over some spoils?" Shigaraki raised an eyebrow.

Dabi looked at him and I could see all the rage and frustration that built up over me, bubbling just beneath the surface for the last weeks, erupting at that moment. He let out a low rumbling sound, eyes burning with anger now, "She's no spoils, she’s my girl."

Shigaraki seemed to weigh up something, tilting his head. My heart was pounding out of my chest now, I had never seen Shigaraki this eerily calm before. His eyes moved between Dabi and me, his voice raspy and cold when he finally spoke, sending shivers up my spine. "Oh- I understand... You've been fucking her," he snarled and then it all happened very fast. A blur of movement, Shigaraki jumped towards Dabi with one swift move, hand stretched out, ready to strike. Dabi simultaniously shot his arm up, blue flames ready to shoot out of his palm, the smell of kindling suddenly suffocatingly strong. They were on a collision course and someone was about to die. Kurogiri was ready to step in but before he could I heard myself cry out “Stop!" Both villains froze, standing right across from each other, red orbs gleaming viciously at cold cerulean eyes - and that's when I realized what I had to do.

I moved before I thought, wound myself in between those outstretched arms, careful not to touch either of them. I winced at the heat of Dabi’s flames only inches away from me, Shigaraki's hand almost touching my face. Every muscle tense, I stared into Shigaraki's gleaming eyes and watched his hand tremble. The entire room held their breath as the other members watched the scene in front of them unravel.

"Shigaraki," my voice shaking, “please stop," His eyes narrowed and glared at me between tufts of pale hair.

"Why should I, Spoils?" he sneered coldly.

“Because there is no need to fight. I will go with you.” I said resolutely.

I heard Dabi hissing a growl behind me, blue flames pulsating and gushing with each of his heavy breaths.

Shigaraki stood unmoving, his eyes taking me in, visibly contemplating. Then his lips curled up and he let out a scratchy snicker, looking up at Dabi. "Ok, but I am only doing this to teach that sorry ass of a patchface over there a lesson - for having fucked you," he grinned wide.

"No," Dabi growled at me, desperation weaved into his voice. His eyes shot at his boss behind me and back to me. I turned around towards blue flickering lights licking at me, determination in my voice, leaving no place for arguments “Dabi, I am going with him."

His eyes froze at those words. For a split second, I could see his facade sway, turmoil flickering in his mesmerizing eyes, but he composed himself again, same cold expression on his face again.

"You're faking… " he snarled, staring at me.

Not saying a word, I stepped backward until I was leaning against Shigarakis body, feeling his hot breath against my ear, his chest rise and fall with each tensed breath. Red bloodshed eyes bore into cerulean ones as Shigaraki stared at him from behind my back, arm still outstretched. Dabi gritted his teeth as Shigaraki’s chapped lips stretched into a wide, eerie smile. He placed his free hand around my throat, pinkie raised as he tilted my head to the side and licked slowly along my pulse, never averting his eyes from Dabi. Agonizing seconds passed as he stared at Shigaraki, then at me. I was frozen, pinned in place by the heavy judgment written in his face. But then he backed down, blue flames dying as he lowered his hand, averting his eyes with a scowl. The gesture was small but there was an acknowledgment of defeat.

Shigaraki's lips curled up in a mock grin.

“Let’s go have some fun then,” he rasped lowly into my ear and pulled us towards the hallway.

Dabi watched us leave, a strained expression on his face. As soon as we were gone, he let out a feral scream, kicking chairs and tables out of his way. His hands started smoking, an eerie blue light dancing in his palms as he stared at the other villains with hurt anger, turned on his heel and stormed towards the exit. He crashed his boot against it and it flung open, hinges aching under the brute force. The last thing to see were the ragged edges of his coat as he disappeared into the dark of the night.

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Pt.4

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aki-mochi · 3 years ago

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Levi x Titan Shifter!Reader

Warning: contains blood and season 1 spoilers. Word count: 1464

You were walking down the halls of the old Scout’s HQ to deliver papers to Levi of Hanji’s recent titan experiment ideas. Her mind wandered from her days in the 104th cadet corps to how she is now suddenly in the Levi Squad along with Eren due to his titan shifting abilities. She sees how different he’s treated than other people and it worries her to no end. Eren was her best friend, even before he met Mikasa and Armin. She happened to help him fend off the bullies by breaking one of the kid’s nose. Their friendship was an instant click, soon with Armin and Mikasa, though she wishes Mikasa wasn’t so overprotective of Eren and it annoys her to no end. Shaking her head, she looked up and was face to face with Levi’s office door. Reaching a hand up, she knocked her knuckles on the mahogany door then heard a familiar baritone voice from the other side.

“State your name and business.”

“It’s (Y/n), sir. With papers from Hanji on her next titan experiments with Eren.”

“Come in.”

Complying to his orders, she opened the door and made her way inside before shutting it behind her. Her boot clad feet silently clicked along the carpeted flooring towards his desk and stopped when she was in front of it. Levi soon looked up from the document he was writing and placed his feathered quill in its ink bottle then laced his fingers together under his chin.

“Is this all Hanji’s work?”

“No, sir. Some of it are notes that I had written on her experiments progress involving Eren.”

“I see. At least I can read your handwriting instead of Hanji’s horrible chicken scratch. Set them down on the desk. You’re excused.”

With a salute, (Y/n) soon left his office in search of Eren with a massive blush on her cheeks. She was very surprised that she even kept a straight face in front of her superior, especially since she has a crush on him. As she tried to cool down her face, she managed to bump into Eren along with the members of the Levi Squad.

“Hey, (Y/n)! Hanji said she’s done with experiments for the day, you want to hang out?” Eren smiled.

“Sure!”

“Just don’t go too far, you hear, brats? Captain Levi would not be happy if you two wandered off if he needs you for anything.” Oluo said as he clicked his tongue.

“I’m waiting for the day you bite your tongue and bleed out. You’re not the Captain, so stop acting like him.” Petra glared.

The two bickered and argued as Eld and Gunther just sat back and watched in amusement. Eren and (Y/n) took this as a sign that they should walk away and hang out around the old HQ to catch up on old times, unknowingly that a certain raven was watching them.

~time skip~

The Levi squad was zipping through the Forest of Giant Trees as they were trying to find a way out before the Female Titan could catch up and take Eren as its hostage. As they were, a cloaked soldier was zipping among them from a distance before they instantly slashed at Gunther’s nape and nearly severing his head completely off his shoulders. As the rest of the team got their blades ready, the soldier suddenly transformed into the Female Titan.

“(Y/n)! Take Eren and go!” Eld yelled.

“What?! And leave you all to fight her alone?! No way, I’m staying!” Eren exclaimed.

“Don’t you trust us?” Petra frowned.

Eren went silent before (Y/n) spoke up. “Come on, Eren. We gotta trust them. They’re the Levi Squad after all. They can kill this bitch.”

With a sigh, Eren nodded and zipped into another direction with (Y/n) and watched as their team took on the enemy. But within minutes, the monster had killed all three of them in cold blood. Eren’s eyes went wide in agony as he turned around towards her.

“Eren, no!” (Y/n) yelled as she chased after him.

Once he got close enough, Eren bits his hand and transforms into his titan form to get revenge on the bitch that killed his teammates. All (Y/n) could do was watch from a distance while making sure she isn’t in the crossfire of their brawl, inwardly hoping that Levi would soon come and help. As she watched the two titans fight it out, the female suddenly made a specific pose that shocked both her and Eren before she suddenly took off his entire head from his body. Shaking herself out of her stupor, (Y/n) quickly launched her ODM gear and attempted to stop her from taking Eren before her wires were suddenly grabbed and was thrown into a nearby tree.

Her back slammed into the trunk as a sharp stick had impaled through her stomach. (Y/n) coughed up blood as she weakly glanced up to see the Female Titan bite into Eren’s nape and take his body into her mouth.

“No….Eren….” she gagged as tears filled her eyes. “I’m sorry…”

With those words, she took her blade and slashed her wrist enough to draw blood, making a flash of lightning come down in her location. The female titan looked in her direction and her regenerated eye widened as a (h/c) haired female titan stood there against the remains of a tree. (Y/n) gave a titan roar, before launching herself at the enemy to take Eren back. The Female Titan stepped back and began to sprint towards the direction of the forest exit with (Y/n) on her ass.

As Levi soon caught up to them both, his tired eyes widened ever so slightly at the (h/c) haired titan giving chase of the monster who killed his team. Once (Y/n) was in reach, she grabbed at the others hair and pulled it hard to make her fall back, ripping some of her scalp off in the process. (Y/n) then grabbed at her jaw and tried to force her mouth open bit by bit. Levi came over and slashed at the titans cheeks to separate her mouth; seeing Eren unconscious and covered in disgusting titan saliva. (Y/n) reached in and grabbed Eren in her hand as Levi went ahead and slashed at her ankles so she wouldn’t give chase before landing on (Y/n)’s shoulder when she got up and started to run off to get away from the Female Titan.

Once they were at the forest entrance, Levi zipped down from her shoulder as she gently placed Eren onto the ground. Stepping back, she let her titan form go limp as it started to evaporate. (Y/n)’s body slowly emerged from its nape as the markings of the titan muscles surrounded her eyes. She felt weak as she shakily stood up but stumbled when she lost her footing. Levi quickly caught her in his arms and placed her onto the ground as he cradled her head in the bend of his arm. When she opened her eyes, she glanced up and saw him then gave a frown.

“I’m sorry, Captain….I didn’t have a choice….” she whispered.

Levi shook his head as he carefully removed his cloak from his shoulders to cover her due to the rip in her shirt from where she got impaled.

“I understand why you did it, but why did you hide this important secret? You could’ve helped us more.”

“Because I saw how bad Eren was being treated…..I was scared that I would be seen as a monster, not only to my friends….but to you as well, sir…..”

“You and Eren are just as much human than everyone else. But know that we will have to talk to Erwin about you.” Levi said sternly.

“I know, sir….” she frowned.

“I will make sure no one lays a finger on you. I’ll protect you from here on out, understand?”

(Y/n) blushed. “Y-Yes sir…”

“Call me Levi.”

“Levi…”

Levi hummed in response before planting a soft kiss on her head as he held her close. “Rest (Y/n). You need it.”

“Thank you, Levi…” she smiled before resting her head on his shoulder.

Levi reached into his jacket and brought out his signal flare and shot up a purple smoke signal to let other people know of his location so they could come help as the two titan shifters rested. Thinking of how he was going to keep (Y/n) from going into trial and away from the MP’s grabby hands, Levi held her sleeping body closer to his chest protectively. He was definitely going to make her his woman when they got back to HQ.

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rocorambles · 4 years ago

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Trapped

Pairing: Sakusa x Reader

Prompt: Fantasy

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, Toxic Relationship, NSFW, Fantasy AU, Sorcerer Sakusa, Rape/Non-Con, Mind Control, Manipulation, Obsessive and Posessive Behavior, Degradation

Summary: You should have trusted your gut instincts, the lessons you had learned the hard way about just how cruel powerful men could be.

Author’s Note: This is my contribution for my HQ Discord Server’s NSFW collaboration. There are so many talented writers on the server and I highly encourage you to check out the collaboration masterlist here to see how everyone decided to run with this prompt. (Masterlist goes live Friday, October 30th 11:00pm U.K. time!)

You splutter awake, laughing, but also groaning as a wet tongue slobbers all over your face and you lightly shove the fox that’s currently standing beside your resting head, intent on waking you up to play. Blearily you blink your eyes, trying to gauge what time it is based on the light seeping into the cave you’ve come to call your home. Judging by the bright rays of sunlight, it’s already mid-morning and you stretch your arms above your head, petting your furry companion behind its ears before standing up and treading out into the forest, your friend walking right beside you, its tail brushing against your leg.

The familiar peace and quiet of the wind rustling past branches and the faint chirping of birds wafts through the air and you smile as you continue making your way to the nearby waterfall, various four-legged animals that have come to be your family and friends popping their heads out of grassy patches and from behind trees in greeting. You can’t even remember the last time you’d seen another human being and you grimace at the thought of your last encounter.

Orphans, especially female orphans like you, rarely survive for long and you bitterly remember the years of being a street urchin, never knowing when your next bite of food would come, never knowing who to trust in a world full of both humans and magical creatures who’d do horrible things to an unclaimed child and you shiver at the thought of possibly being eaten or harvested for ingredients for countless dark magic spells. But life had only gotten harder the older you became and as a single, vulnerable woman, you began to attract a different attention, no longer able to blend as seamlessly as you once had with predatory eyes trailing after you, resting too long on parts of your body that you desperately wanted to hide from the world.

You tried sticking it out, finding ad hoc jobs here and there as a maid, as a seamstress, as a waitress. But corruption ran deep wherever you went and disgust makes you recoil when you remember all the times you’d been cornered by all types of men and creatures, received unwanted touches in hidden corners and degrading remarks of what your only purpose in life was. And after being left to sob, pain lancing between your legs, your clothes ripped to shreds, knowing no one would ever take your side, knowing that this would just continue happening over and over again, you vowed to never have anything to do with another sentient being ever again.

You’d heard rumors of the forest, about its enchantment, about the stories of terrible things hiding away in its heart, but you couldn’t imagine any monster worse than the ones you’ve already encountered and you determinedly march forward, never turning back to look at the city you’re leaving behind. And as you step past the border of trees, even you, someone who’s never had anything to do with magic, can feel the surge of power, feel the crackling energy as you delve deeper and deeper. But maybe the forest could sense that you meant it no harm, maybe it knew that you were just a lonely, helpless soul, maybe it felt generous, felt pity for the damaged woman seeking refuge. Whatever the case was, it left you alone and in all the years you’d made a home in its lush vegetation, not once had you met any of the ghastly creatures you’d heard so many horror stories of. And maybe that’s why you let your guard down when you meet him, finding a false security in the wood and grass-filled world you now live in.

You don’t bother being quiet or stealthy as you walk. Why would you when there’s never been anyone else around? So imagine your shock when black human eyes are staring at you as you round the corner and reach the water’s edge and panic laces through you when you see how masculine and strong he looks, overwhelming fear making you tremble when you take in the staff you see laying next to him.

A sorcerer.

You’d learned the hard way that men were never to be trusted and that men with power and wealth were the ones to be even more wary of. Fortunately you’d only dealt with vile wealthy men and as awful as they had been, you know men gifted with an affinity for magic make those nobles seem as harmless as kittens in comparison. You’d seen firsthand the havoc sorcerors could wreak, seen the charred, mutilated, disfigured bodies put on display at the city gates as an example of the fate for anyone who rebels against the crown. To your knowledge, all sorcerors worked for the royal family, rarely leaving the walled fortress unless sent on a mission or task, but never in a place like this so-called cursed forest. So what was he doing here?

The urge to flee thrums through your veins, but when he makes no move to stand or get any closer to you, curiosity gets the better of you and you stay rooted to your spot and before you can stop yourself, you find yourself asking the first question that comes to mind.

“Who are you?”

When Sakusa had ventured outside of the castle walls for a break from the irritating humans inside the cramped corridors and bustling courtrooms, he had purposefully chosen a place where no other soul would be. His hand had immediately wrapped around his staff as the sound of approaching rustling interrupted his thoughts, but when you had made your presence known, he could only stare in awe, staff forgotten as he took you in.

You’re different from the usual noble women he sees on a daily basis. For one, you’re barely wearing anything, a makeshift dress of strung together leaves, flowers, and grass the only thing covering you and he can feel his face grow hot as he tries not to blatantly stare at your bare legs and arms. But as he really regards you, he can’t help but feel something wild, something primal in you and he blinks in shock when he realizes that you have the same energy as the forest, as if the forest has claimed you as one of its own and he’s so entranced by his realization that he’s startled by the sound of your voice.

From anyone else, he would have scowled at the forwardness and bluntness of the question, but for some reason, coming from you, he finds himself easily answering.

“Sakusa Kiyoomi”

People, conversations, human interaction. Those are all things Sakusa abhors and yet, as you tentatively draw closer to him, staring at him in wide eyed curiosity while the two of you exchange words, he thinks he doesn’t mind any of those things when you’re involved. He comes to visit you as often as he can, something warm blooming inside of him as he sees your hackles relax, notices how you inch closer and closer to him every time he arrives, and he can’t help but compare you to a wild animal and behind the warmth in his chest, something darker lurks, and he wonders what it would be like to tame you, claim you back from the wooded forest that had taken you in, mark you as his own.

And that thought festers and grows inside of him.

He does his best to keep it at bay, play it off as just a fleeting idea, but when your eyes and body begin to seep into his dreams, into his every waking thought, he can’t keep the desire down any longer and when he strides towards you once more, he drops to one knee in front of you, asking for your hand in marriage.

In hindsight it probably was foolish to think that you were as smitten with him, foolish to think that someone who had been scarred enough to escape from civilization would easily just return to the place full of painful memories, and yet red hot anger blazes through him when you turn him down. It doesn’t matter how sweet and kind you are about it, gently letting him down and telling him you’re sure he’d find someone much better suited to being his wife, someone prim and proper, someone educated and knowledgeable of court intricacies.

Humiliation only fuels his rage as he rises back to his feet and he can feel his magic churning, waiting to be used, dancing at his fingertips, and he has half a mind to forcefully drag you back with him, but he retracts it, pushes it down deep inside of him as he takes a deep breath. No, he wants you to come back and grovel at his feet, beg him to take you in, to help you. He wants you to feel the same need for him that he feels for you and he bites his tongue and restrains himself as his mind begins to plan and strategize.

He tries to remain as normal as possible, still going to visit you as often as before, but his nails dig into the palm of his hands at the pity in your eyes and he clenches his teeth at the way that you tread around him like he’s a wounded animal. But he takes those feelings and lets them drive him late through the night as he chants strange words, flips through old scrolls, experiments with different spells and ingredients and a rare smile stretches across his face when the pieces finally come together.

It’s time to take set his plan in motion and in the middle of the night while most of the city is fast asleep, there’s a strange flashing light, a rush of something sinister in the air, and the murmurs of masculine chanting swirling in the air, lingering, and foreshadowing the dark days ahead. But you remain asleep, peacefully ignorant of the shift in the atmosphere, naive to just how much your life will change.

You wake up, surprised by the lack of a warm furry body or tongue lapping at your face, and you vaguely wonder if you’d woken up in the middle of the night, but the sunlight filtering through tells you a different story. You feel strange, warning bells beginning to faintly clamor in your head, and you gingerly step outside of your lair only to freeze at the dead silence surrounding you. It’s always quiet and calm in the forest, but where there is usually the sound of nature and creatures, now there is only a deathly silence and you stare in horror as the forest seems to decay right in front of your eyes. What used to be green grass is wilting and brown. The trees you’d spent years climbing and picking fruit from are completely bare. But what makes a choked sob get caught in your throat is the corpses of the animals who’d you come to be so fond of littered around you and your slow stuttered amble becomes a frenzied run, as you race through your dying home, hoping to see any sign of life left.

But days pass and the state of your home only gets worse. Your throat is parched without clean water to drink, all the water sources near you murky and littered with fish corpses indicating just how toxic they’ve become. Your stomach aches with hunger, no vegetation, fruits, or animals nearby for you to ingest. And a deep loneliness churns inside of you and once again you feel as alone as you did when you were just a dirty street urchin trying to scrape together a living off the streets.

So when Sakusa comes for his regular visit and finds your weakened body slumped on the floor of your cave, it just makes sense to you, survival instincts kicking in, to drag yourself over to his feet, fling your arms around him when he finally bends down, and sob into his chest. You don’t question the way he’s slow to crouch down to your level and comfort you. You don’t see the cruel smile on his face when he sees you pathetically laying at his feet. You don’t notice the glee in his eyes as you beg him to take you with him. And when he asks you if you’d like to come and be his assistant, you eagerly nod your head and cling tighter to him, burying your face in his comforting and familiar presence as he teleports the two of you back to his living quarters.

Months pass and despite your initial wariness of returning to live among other beings, you find that Sakusa seems to dislike being around others just as much as you, and the two of you find a comfortable way of life mostly holed up in his living quarters with only the other as company. You’d never really been exposed or taught anything about magic growing up, so you’re genuinely fascinated as you watch Sakusa chant, attentively listening as he tells you what each ingredient is, eagerly following his every step as he shows you firsthand how to mix different potions. And Sakusa thinks that your aptitude for learning, the perfect synchronization the two of you have as you seamlessly work your way into his rhythm, preparing and setting things up before he even needs to tell you, speaks volumes of just how perfect the two of you are together, speaks volumes of how you were meant to be together.

He continues strategizing, gaining your trust, letting you grow accustomed to his presence, smiling at the way you don’t even bat an eye when his hands linger on yours a bit longer than normal when he hands you something, at the way you don’t tense up anymore when he presses his body against you from behind as he physically guides and shows you how to do something. And he knows he’s on the right track when you take the initiative to swipe a strand of his hair behind his ear as he concentrates on a task at hand, when you perch your chin on his shoulder, peeking over his shoulder as he jots down notes.

But even the greatest minds make mistakes and when he sends you off to find a certain piece of text for him from the bookshelf in the corner of his room, he forgets to clarify where on the shelf to look and not wanting to bother him, you meticulously comb through every book, forehead scrunching in curiosity when you find a notebook tucked behind, as if it was meant to be hidden. You consider just passing it over, not wanting to intrude on Sakusa’s privacy, but having gone through most of the books and not finding what you need, you wonder if perhaps the thing he’s looking for is in here and that this had just been misplaced or accidentally pushed towards the back of the shelf.

As you flip through the pages you quickly realize this is a book of Sakusa’s own spells and you stare in awe at how much work he’d done, how extensive his own self-created spell repertoire is, but suddenly your heart freezes when you flip to the last few filled pages. You’re not as fluent as Sakusa is when it comes to the ancient magical language, but you know enough after the time you’ve spent with him, the lessons he’s taught you, to recognize ‘plague’ and ‘forest’ and your throat and heart feel both heavy and panicked when you realize the implication of what you’d found. And suddenly you remember the day he had proposed to you vividly, ice cold shock and realization making you shudder when you remember a flash of something dark in his eyes when you had rejected him. And your hands tremble when you see the very last page, taking note of the phrase ‘mind control’. But before you can dwell on it, you squeal in surprise when the book is plucked from your hands and you’re rooted to the spot by dark eyes pinning you down.

You want to scream angry words at him. You want to escape. And yet, you do neither, frozen with fear when you remember exactly what happened to the victims who’d defied sorcerers.

“Hmm. This spell’s not quite ready yet, but I guess we can test it out early.”

And before you can even register what’s happening, a firm hand is placed on the top of your head, the other wrapped around your throat to keep you still as magic surges through the air and you vaguely hear yourself pleading for him to stop, until suddenly you feel trapped in your own body, the connection between your conscience and physical figure severed and you stare in horror as your body goes limp and docile in his arms.

Sakusa peers into your eyes in interest, humming in thought as he scrawls a few more notes in his notebook.

“The end goal of this spell is for me to be able to completely control your mind, but right now it looks like I only have control of the section that handles your physical functions if that ugly hate-filled look in your eyes is any indication. But let’s test my theory shall we?”

And it feels like a bad dream as your body submissively makes its way to his bed, seductively swaying your hips as you sprawl out on his bedsheets, eagerly wrapping your arms around the back of his neck as he joins you, bringing him down for a kiss. He’s rough and invasive as he tears your clothes off, calloused hands touching and contaminating every inch of you and you feel disgust as he examines you like you’re a piece of prime meat he’s purchased, coldly and meticulously pinching and prodding you as he observes what makes your body react. And for once, you hate how observant he is, how in tune to your smallest shifts he is, how sensitive your body is as your nipples perk up, as little moans escape past your traitorous lips when he pinpoints your weak spots.

But what you hate most is the triumphant grin on his face when his dexterous fingers swipe against your lower lips and you internally flinch at the glistening slick that coats his fingers when he holds it to your face, evidence of the heavy arousal mixing with your humiliation and hate. And you try to think of anything else, imagine you’re anywhere but here as he begins to wonder out loud while his fingers twist and turn inside of you, reaching and touching places you’d never been able to explore yourself, if he even needs to tweak his spell anymore seeing how you’re a slave to your body’s natural desire for pleasure. Maybe there wasn't a need to completely control your thoughts and emotions as well.

He hadn’t realized what a slut you are, getting off to anyone using your body, and he leers down at you while he continues questioning you, knowing full well you can’t answer or retort to his crude remarks. And he idly wonders if your mind would naturally break without additional magic if he pleasured you enough, transformed you into a warm body that constantly seeks and craves his touch.

The fear in your eyes at his words only fuels his need to completely dominate you and he grits his teeth as he slides into your drenched hole, eyes closing shut as he just stays still and revels in how tight you are, how perfectly you wrap around him. And when he opens his eyes and sees the glassy-eyed lustful look on your face from being filled, he finally releases himself from the controlled facade he so carefully always wears and lets himself dive headfirst into the sultry, dizzying, primal embrace of lust as he pistons his hips in and out of you at a brutal pace, dark eyes never straying from your face as your eyes begin to roll back and your wanton mewls fill the air.

He can feel his end approaching, but he’d be damned if he didn’t make you fall apart with him, drown you in inescapable pleasure, and his hand slips between the two of you, fingers finding your aroused clit and all it takes is a few rubs and thrusts before your body is tensing up, back arching, mouth opening in a silent scream, body convulsing and writhing underneath him, your cunt milking him as you’re forcefully brought to your peak. And he joins you over that edge, thick white spurts coating your twitching walls.

You pray that he’s done, that he’ll release you now that he’s thoroughly tasted and had you, now that you’re just sloppy seconds, used goods. But you’re startled when he lovingly kisses you and tenderly strokes your hair, and your stomach churns at the genuine affection you see in his eyes. And your heart drops, any last bit of hope you had extinguished as he holds your body close to him in a mockery of a loving embrace and whispers in your ear about the future he has planned for both of you, a future where you stay by his side as an obedient, submissive housewife, a future where you’re willing and eager to please him, to love him.

That was always his goal for the both of you, he insists, and a flame of anger burns inside of you at the exasperated and patronizing sigh he directs your way as he blames you for forcing his hands, for forcing him to do this the hard way, for forcing him to resort to magic when you could have saved everyone the hassle by just accepting his proposal all those months ago.

Hate and anger twist and coil inside of you and yet, when he kisses you once more, your body instinctively leans into the soft touch before obediently going lax as he tells you to sleep, eyes automatically closing at the command, and Sakusa smiles at your slumbering figure. It’s not exactly how he had planned to go about this, the mind control spell being more of a back-up option he had been trying to avoid, but you’re finally irrevocably his and that’s all that matters.

#yandere haikyuu #haikyuu yandere #yandere #haikyuu smut #yandere sakusa #sakusa x reader #tw: yandere #tw: rape #tw: noncon

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dameronology · 4 years ago

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love in the time of p.t.a meetings {marcus moreno} - 2/5

summary: your kid has taken a liking to marcus moreno - and frankly, so have you {series masterlist}

warnings: swearing, mentions of divorce & very brief mentions of his wife’s death

i don’t normally update series this quickly but this was originally one imagine that reached about 11k words lmao so it’s all written, just being split up. i’ve also decided it’s gonna be 5 parts instead of 3, cos i reread the ending and realised i was not done by a longshot. enjoy!

- jazz

Mondays. You hated ‘em.

Everything just seemed so...amplified. The peace and relaxation of the weekend was over and everyone had to go back on the grind. The traffic always seemed worst, the clock seemed to tick backwards and you just wanted to be at home, in bed. After an incident involving the dog, a toaster and a small pan fire, you were already running twenty minutes late and you knew in your soul that your child’s shoes weren’t on the right feet. That, and also he was wearing a Chewbacca onesie to school. It had been a compromise. As in, he was refusing to go to school unless you let him wear the damn thing. It was a compromise. You’d lost.

On the bright side, the past weekend had been the best you’d had in a long time. Jack had spent all of Saturday afternoon at the Heroics headquarters and he was so worn out, he’d slept through all of Sunday. Marcus Moreno must have a been a fucking wizard, because you’d been trying to tire the kid out for five years. You made a mental note to do something in return, though you sensed there was nothing on God’s green earth that could possibly amount to babysitting the world’s most exhausting child for six hours. You were allowed to say that, because Jack was your world’s most exhausting child and you wouldn’t have changed him for anything.

‘New week, huh buddy?’ You glanced at Jack in your rear view mirror. He was sat on his booster seat, legs dangling back and forth and a power ranger action figure in his hand. ‘A fresh start.’

‘Can we listen to the song from Cars?’ Jack ignored your comment.

‘You gotta try and behave yourself this week. You’ve seen what happens to people who do follow the rules, right? They get to go work at the Heroics-’

‘- I wanna listen to the song from Cars!’

You wanted to have a deep conversation. Jack wanted to listen to Life Is A Highway. That was...actually, it was exactly how you’d expected that to go. It wasn’t that off of the time you were trying to explain your divorce to him and he’d interrupted you to demand that you put Toy Story on.

‘Sure thing, kid.’ You rolled your eyes, reaching across to hand him on your phone. ‘D’you know how to spell it-’

Your sentence was cut off by the sound of guitars blaring from the speakers. At least he could work out Spotify.

By some miracle, you managed to make it the school with a few minutes to spare. Because most people had dropped their kids off earlier (see: on time), the lot was pretty empty. That meant you could once again dump your car without regard for the painted white lines -- who had time to park properly on a Monday morning? That was for people who had their shit together.

Leaping out the car, you almost cursed when you tripped over your heels. You didn’t have to wear them, but since you’d started working in a managerial role at your office, you figured it made you look a little more professional. And what was the harm in being a few inches taller? It made you feel powerful.

‘C’mon, J.’ You pulled open the back door, helping Jack leap out the car.

‘You know, I’m starting to think you can’t park your car at all.’

‘Marcus!’ Jack practically flew out the car, his tiny body suddenly jolting with excitement.

‘Morning, buddy.’ He replied; he then moved his brown eyes to gaze at you, offering a smile. ‘Hey.’

‘Hey, how you doing?’ You greeted him. ‘I don’t normally see you here in the mornings.’

‘Yeah, I normally drop Missy off at the front but it was one of those mornings, you know? She was taking a little more convincing than usual to go in.’

‘My kid is in a Wookiee onesie and backwards Thomas the Tank Engine shoes and you have the audacity to ask me if I know those mornings? I am those mornings.’ You replied.

Marcus chuckled. ‘I think it’s a look. I especially like the Lightning McQueen sunglasses.’

‘Do you have a super suit?’ Jack asked. ‘Can I try it on?’

‘C’mon, Jack. You’ve already managed to get a tour of the HQ.’ You ruffled his hair. ‘And we gotta get going to school.’

‘But I wanna ask more questions.’ He muttered. ‘I have over a hundred.’

‘Don’t I know it.’ You murmured under your breath. ‘But school is more important.’

‘I don’t wanna go anymore.’

‘I let you wear the onesie. That was our agreement, remember?’

‘All good superheroes have to get an education.’ Marcus reasoned. ‘And if you go in, maybe I can show you my suit at some point?’

'Okay!’ Jack grinned. He wrapped his arms around your waist in a quick hug, before peering up at you with a toothy smile. ‘See ya later!’

He turned on his heel and ripped his backpack from your hand, suddenly speeding up the path and towards school. Had...had that just happened? For once in your life, had you not had to wrench him from the car and wrestle him through the school gates? Move aside, Harry Potter, because Marcus Moreno was the new wizard in town. You might have been a little jealous that he was so good with your son but at the same time, it made you like him even more. He was the first parent at the school that had leant into Jack’s wild tendencies. And, whilst you tried not to think too much about it, even his own dad had struggled to do that. It made your heart warm a little.

‘You are seriously my favourite person.’ You chimed, leaning back against your car.

‘Kids with character are way more fun than kids who are well-behaved.’ Marcus replied.

‘I spent forty-five minutes scraping string cheese out the USB port of my computer yesterday, but sure.’

He chuckled. ‘No, I’m serious. I don’t encourage Missy to misbehave but she does get herself into some situations. I choose to see it as a testament to her intelligence rather than disobedience.’

‘I refuse to believe for a second that Missy ever misbehaves.’ You shot back back. ‘She seems so well-behaved.’

‘What you see in the parking lot is not a reflection of our whole lives.’ He reminded you.

‘Right, because despite appearances, I’m actually a very put together parent.’ You snorted. ‘But I get what you mean.’

‘I gotta get to work now, but it was good to see you.’ Marcus pulled his car keys out his pocket. ‘I was serious about that suit thing, by the way. He saw my katanas on Saturday.’

‘Katanas?’ You spluttered. ‘My kid managed to start a fire last week out of nothing and you want to give him katanas?!’

‘Maybe I can show you how to use them.’ He flashed you a smile. ‘And then you can pass on the knowledge.’

‘That’s probably an even worse idea.’ You shook your head with a laugh, pulling open your car door. ‘I’ll see you around.’

‘You as well. Have a good day, pretty lady.’

Did you stop thinking about your exchange at any point during the day? Absolutely not. In fact, you’d already written an email to the local deed poll office to change your legal name to Pretty Lady.

No, but in all seriousness, you’d been a little giddy about it. Had he been flirting? That didn’t seem like a long shot. You got on well, you’d hung out a bit over the weekend and not to toot your own horn, but you were by no means bad looking. Tired and a little frazzled, sometimes? Yeah. But anyone would have been lucky to have you and you were doing a better job at recognising that, especially since your divorce.

You were almost ecstatic when it got to 4PM and you hadn’t received a single call from Jack’s teachers. That meant that he had behaved, and what Marcus had said had worked. Because you worked past his finishing time, he usually went to the after-school club till you could come to collect him - it had been a lifesaver, especially since you couldn’t always leave early. He usually came home with some kind of weird arts and crafts. Last week, it had been an unidentifiable item made of dried macaroni and glitter. He’d placed it pridefully on the old fireplace in your lounge.

After saying goodbye to your co-workers, you headed out the building. Your office was right in the city centre and not too far out from the school. It was a nice place to be; your lunch hour, when you could head out to a street cart and eat your food in the local park, was usually the highlight of your day. It was when you could exist just as you. When you were at work, you were in charge on your entire department. When you were home, you were a parent 24/7. That time to yourself was vital.

As you were heading to your car, your phone began to ring. Your heart almost jumped out your chest when you saw Marcus’ name - he hadn’t called you before, only texted to sort out the previous weekend’s plans with Jack. You quickly organised yourself (he couldn’t see you, dumb ass) and cleared your throat.

‘Hey, everything alright?’ You brightly greeted him.

‘Hey! Are you out of work now?’

‘Yeah, I’m literally just leaving. What’s up?’

‘Look, I hate to do this but I’ve had an emergency at work - superhero related, you don’t wanna know - and I’m not gonna be out for hours.’ Marcus sounded stressed. Yeah, I feel that you thought. ‘Would you be able to pick up Missy and possibly have her for a few hours? If not, that’s totally-’

‘- I’d be glad too!’ You interrupted him. ‘I owe you one anyways for the weekend. And this morning, actually.’

‘You don’t owe me anything.’ He sounded surprised that you’d even imply it. ‘But I will definitely owe you for having Missy.’

‘Hey, it’s cool!’ You insisted. ‘Do you want me to drop her off at yours later?’

‘I can come and collect her if you text me your address?’

‘Perfect.’ You smiled. ‘I’ll see you later then?’

‘You’re a lifesaver.’ Marcus said. ‘I’ll text Missy to let her know to find your car instead of mine. I would ask for your plate number, but your car is...’

‘...bright red, covered in dents and hard to miss?’ You finished his sentence.

‘Exactly.’

You’d been in the same situation before; pulled between work and parenting, with Jack stuck at school and an important meeting that felt like it was never ending. It was hard to get a sitter on such short notice - or afford one, sometimes - and it was just another one of the million, stressful situations that single parenting could get you into. If you could help Marcus even a little bit, of course you were going to. You knew he’d do the same for you. Heck, he had done the same for you.

Jack and Missy were both chatty on the way home. Given that she was a little older than him, her conversational skills were strikingly better. It was nice to ask someone about their day and not get where are my Cheetos? as an answer. From what you gathered, she hated science class, enjoyed gym, and her favourite subject was lunch. That didn’t come as a surprise to you - her dad was a literal superhero and probably encouraged physical activity.

(You’d seen his arms, okay? They were more than enough to go on. I digress).

The only thing that made you wish you’d had a little more notice on having her for the evening was the state of your apartment. The place wasn’t bad; you’d lived there for the better part of eight years, and it was crammed with soft furniture and millions of blankets, as well as photos of you and Jack and his questionable art projects. It was just that you hadn’t done the dishes that morning, there was a mountain of shoes by the door and the pancakes from the previous night were still stuck on the roof.

Missy barely blinked an eye; the minute she saw your dog, she’d abandoned her bag and was playing with him.

‘Hey buddy!’ She grinned. ‘What’s he called?’

‘That’s Oppy.’ You replied, hanging your jacket up. She didn’t need to know that it was short for Optimus Prime. No guesses on whose idea that had been.

‘He’s so cute!’ Missy continued. ‘I’ve been asking dad for a dog for ages but he won’t budge.’

For some reason, that surprised you a little. Marcus might have been the leader of a super-hero team and a public figure, but you could tell he would do anything for his daughter. You knew because it was the same for you with Jack. He might have ruled your whole life but you would have hung the damn stars in the sky for him if he asked

‘They’re a lot of work.’ You reasoned. ‘I have to wake up every morning at 6AM to make sure he gets a walk. Then there’s the matter of-’

‘- mum! Optimus Prime pooped in the bathroom!’

‘The matter of that.’ You murmured under your breath.

The rest of the evening went pretty smoothly. You fed the kids some leftover takeaway and between the dog and Netflix, they were easily entertained. Jack seemed to take a liking to Missy, which was good because it meant he wanted to sit with her the entire time instead of bouncing off the walls. She had the same patience as her dad, especially when he asked her a million questions about superheroes. It took her twenty minutes to convince him that Batman wasn’t her uncle, and a further fifteen to make him believe that she hadn’t met Captain America.

Jack had asked you a few times about whether or not he would get siblings. Of course, it would be different to any interactions with Missy because he would have been the oldest, but it did get you thinking. You were finally in a place where you were moving past your former relationship and healing from the wounds. Time wasn’t much of an issue either - you’d had Jack when you were young and barely out of college. You couldn’t possibly imagine having any more kids right now, not when it was just the two of you, but in the future? You’d never rule out meeting somebody new. If anything, you were hopeful. Your first relationship had been your only one, and it had ended badly. You wanted to experience love for what it actually was, and not what you thought it was supposed to be.

Not long after 7PM, there was a knock on your door. By that point, both Missy and Jack had passed out on the sofa with Star Wars playing quietly in the background. It had been her idea to watch it - she had good taste. Marcus had clearly done a good job.

‘Hey!’ You greeted him as you pulled open the front door. ‘Come in quick, it’s fucking freezing out there.’

‘Thank you.’ Marcus came inside, dusting a few snow flakes out his hair. ‘Seriously, I can’t say it enough-’

‘- it’s fine!’ You shook your head, offering him a smile. ‘Missy’s been great. She’s really chatty and it was nice to have a coherent conversation with someone that isn’t about Paw Patrol. But was everything at the office okay?’

He was quiet for a minute. ‘Yeah. We uh, we lost someone. A hero.’

‘Shit, man. I’m sorry.’ Your voice fell quiet. ‘You wanna come in? You look like you could probably take a moment.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Of course! Missy and Jack are both asleep on the couch anyways.’ You pointed through to the living room. Marcus leant over to have a look, smiling slightly at the sight.

‘Thank you. I’d appreciate that.’

He took a seat at the kitchen counter. Your old bar stools were a little old and wobbly, but Marcus didn’t seem to notice. If anything, he admired the place. It was cluttered as hell and filled with useless, old items - cook books you didn’t use, random magnets, assorted toys - but it was nice. His house always felt a little cold and clinical. He’d moved a lot over the course of Missy’s life and now that he was retired from the field, he’d sworn to her that their current house was going to be permanent. Whether or not it felt like home was another question entirely.

‘I would offer you a drink but all I have is..’ you paused, opening the fridge. ‘Nesquik, vodka or apple juice.’

‘You know what? A Nesquik doesn’t sound too bad.’

‘I like your thinking, Moreno.’

After quickly fixing up the two drinks, you slid into the seat beside him and handed him one. You had never in a million years imagined a situation where Marcus Moreno would be in your kitchen drinking chocolate milk, but here we were. It had clearly been a long day for him and you had enough of those to last a lifetime, so you knew how it felt. Coming home after a day that had beat your ass into the ground and having to put on a brave face for your kids was difficult at best.

‘Are you sure you’re okay?’ You gently asked.

‘Yeah, I’ll be okay - it just always fucks me up a bit.’ Marcus murmured quietly. ‘Hits a little too close to home.’

He wasn’t an idiot. He knew that you knew what had happened to his wife. You knew why he’d retired, and why he and Missy had moved away from their original city six years ago.

‘Sorry, that was too deep-’

‘- it wasn’t!’ You quickly cut him off. ‘I’ve had random women come up to me at pick up time and say they’re sorry to hear about my divorce. People I don’t even know. So really, after that, nothing is too much.’

He smiled slightly. ‘They always say they’re sorry but why would you bring up a subject if you have to apologise for it?’

‘Exactly!’ You replied. ‘Especially when I’ve moved on. It’s been a year.’

‘It’s the same with me. Missy and I miss her everyday but we don’t mope about it. We just...we look back with fondness on the good memories we have. You can’t move forward if you’re stuck in the past, no matter how much it sucks.’

‘That’s...that’s wise.’ You blinked in surprise. ‘S’pose that means I should take down the dartboard I have with my ex’s face on.’

‘From what I’ve heard, he seems like he should have more than a dart board.’ Marcus snorted - then he froze. ‘Wait, not that I’ve heard stuff, I mean...I don’t listen-’

‘- Marcus!’ You whacked his arm. ‘It’s fine. One of the other kid’s mums started telling me about the terrible divorce someone was going through but she realised she was gossiping to the one who was going through it.’

‘I don’t know how much of what I’ve been told is true, but it sounds like it was bad.’ His hand hovered over where yours was rested on the counter.

‘The rumours pretty much get the gist of it.’ You replied. ‘But we were talking about your thing, so I don’t wanna take away from that.’

‘Hey, it’s okay.’ He finally moved his hand, fingers gently curling underneath yours to intertwine them. ‘If even half of the whispers are true, he sounds like an asshole. You and Jack both deserve better than that.’

Whatever people had said, it had sort of covered the gist of it. You’d married too young and had a kid too young - your ex had been a terrible husband and an even worst husband. He’d chastised Jack for being...well, being Jack. He’d stay out late with his friends, spend money on things neither of you needed and tried to make you take the blame for it all. After giving him a few too many chances, you’d finally reached breaking point and kicked him out. Filing for divorce and taking on being a single parent was single-handedly the hardest and bravest thing you’d ever had to do. In a way, you were glad you’d done it when Jack was still so young - he didn’t really understand any of it, even when you’d try to explain it in child friendly terms.

‘I think people judge me for it a little sometimes.’ You confessed. ‘They see me struggling but they know I made the choice to separate from him, like I brought it all on myself.’

‘That’s bullshit.’ Marcus plainly stated. ‘Parenthood isn’t a dependent thing based on whether or not you’re still married to the other parent. It’s unconditional and permanent.’

‘I should tell him that, but I also don’t want him back in our lives.’

‘I know it’s none of my business, but he doesn’t deserve Jack. He’s one of the best and brightest kids I’ve ever met.’

‘Thank you. I’m glad he doesn’t seem like a complete lunatic.’

‘He doesn’t deserve you either.’ Marcus continued. ‘Again, I might be out of place saying this but you are...you’re amazing. I was a wreck when I was suddenly on my own and you’re still holding everything together and working your ass off.’

‘You’ve noticed?’ You quirked an eyebrow.

‘Yeah, in passing.’ He admitted. ‘I remember I once saw you carrying three separate science projects at once and then Carol made a passing comment that you were on your own and...I just kinda admired you from afar.’

‘You, Marcus Moreno, admired me?’ You blinked at him in disbelief. ‘I find that hard to believe.’

‘I wish I’d had my shit together half as much as you did when I lost Missy’s mum.’

‘But the difference is you didn’t have a choice in your situation. I chose to boot his dad out-’

‘- you gotta stop discrediting yourself.’ He shook his head. ‘And stop blaming yourself. You did what was right for your kid and that is the most admirable thing of all.’

‘You really think so?’

‘I know so.’

The conversation slowly drizzled away, leaving you two to just look at each other. It was hard to tear yourself away from his brown eyes - there was a lot going on behind them. Fear, pain, anguish, admiration. He was one of the most mind-blowingly impressive people you’d ever met; single dad, superhero, electric car owner. He probably didn’t have a mortgage too and that was kinda hot. You were none of those things and yet, here he was, with you, managing to connect on a level that you never had with anyone. Both of your situations were tough, but they’d brought you together.

Marcus Moreno was pretty fucking fearless (came with the job, you figured), and he wasn’t afraid to make the first move. He slowly inched his head forward and in return, you gravitated towards him. Your lips met halfway in a soft kiss, his hands moving to firmly hold your waist as he pulled you closer.

You almost stumbled out your chair with the movement, but his grip on your hips meant you didn’t slip. Instead, he placed you up on the counter, standing up as he did. It took you a moment to adjust to the position, but with your legs resting on either side of his, you could reach forward and lean on him. You had one hand tangled in his hair and the other on the back of his neck - you’d surprised yourself with that. It had been months since you’d kissed anyone, but you weren’t as rusty as you thought.

‘Oh my god, is the superhero gonna be my new dad?!’

Marcus suddenly jumped backwards at the sound of Jack’s voice. He was stood in the doorway, post-nap hair covered by a lopsided Chewbacca hood. His eyes were like dinner plates, even though he was grinning from ear to ear.

‘Uh...’ you glanced between him and Marcus. ‘We were just...we were...’

‘I had something in my eye.’

‘He had something in his eye.’ You quickly agreed. ‘But now it’s out, so Marcus is gonna go home.’

He knew you didn’t mean it rudely - it was more of a desperation thing. The longer he stayed, the more questions Jack would come out with. Missy could have overheard too and that would have been twice as much to explain. So really, the sooner he got out, the better.

‘Yeah. I’ll uh, I’ll grab Missy.’ Marcus said, scratching the back of his head. ‘Thank you again for looking after her.’

‘You don’t need to keep thanking me.’ You shot back.

He disappeared into the living room for a moment, reemerging with a sleeping Missy in his arms a moment later. Your eyes met again, and he gave you a soft smile.

‘I’ll call you.’

‘Yeah, sure.’ You nodded. ‘See you, Marcus.’

True to character, the next hour was spent being pelted with questions from your over-curious son. He didn’t shut up once when you were bathing him and he got even louder when you were reading him his best time story. On the bright side, you’d managed to get him to change out of his slightly manky Wookiee onesie and into a clean Buzz Lightyear one. Normally, you would have argued that he couldn’t live in pyjamas, but if it kept him quiet? It was a price you were willing to pay.

‘Night, kiddo.’ You pressed a kiss to his forehead, switching on his nightlight. ‘Remember our deal, yeah? If I buy you a Happy Meal tomorrow, you won’t mention what you saw to any of your friends?’

‘You said library was bad.’

‘No, it’s bribery.’ You corrected him. ‘And do as I say, not as I do.’

‘Sounds bad, but okay.’ He sleepily murmured. ‘Night.’

‘Night.’ You stood up, flicking out his bedroom lights.

‘Wait, mum!’ Jack suddenly sat up, as though he’d remembered something. ‘You never said no.’

‘No to what, buddy?’

‘When I asked if the superhero was my new dad.’

Well, fuck.

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mooshys · 4 years ago

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hq + what they’d be like as lab partners

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the good, the bad, and the ugly when it comes to lab partners. honestly, your partner will either make or break the lab experience for you... so choose wisely! based off my time wasted away in a well ventilated lab.

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atsumu ➝ a walking nightmare in the lab. always goes “the lab doesn’t seem that bad” to his friends and then gets stuck on the first five steps. is the one that gets a 348% error after decanting and drying underneath the hood and then makes up a random number for the results just to get out on time. for the remainder of the semester, YOU’RE the one doing the lab and atsumu’s just an errand boy gathering the necessary supplies. always forgets to label his beakers and will mix up the water and the acid because of this... the TA despises him and will rip the glassware out of his hands and label it for him before going back to the bench. since you’re his lab partner, you get your lab graded harder by association

kita ➝ the lab saint. he actually knows what he’s doing because he read the lab the day before, made multiple notes and diagrams, and will ask questions during initial procedure breakdown. the professors love him and ask if he would be willing to share his lab notes as a sample for the next semester. keeps his bench incredibly clean and does a 50/50 split of the work to keep things fair (also tells you that it’s the best way to learn). if you’re confused with the process, he takes over and shows you how to properly do it, making sure to go slowly and asks you if you understand. never gets frustrated when things don’t work out, instead traces back his steps to see where he went wrong. his percent yield is always in the 90′s (a walking god amongst men). people are constantly telling you how lucky you are to have him as a lab partner as if you don’t already know

akaashi ➝ the smart lab partner who doesn’t care what you do as long as you two get the right data. he’s a pretty chill guy, but if you tend to be on the clumsier side, he’ll take note and be like “...maybe I should do this part” to be nice. kind of burnt out and it shows in lab when he puts on his lab coat backwards or when he grips his micropipette a little too tight. sighs a lot when heating up or cooling solvents (he despises how most of lab is just a waiting game). funniest in the driest way possible, and if you reciprocate his sense of humor, then he’ll hold you to a higher regard. you two meet up every week to finish writing up the lab reports because it’s easier to check calculations and create your reasonings together this way (won’t admit that he enjoys your company aloud)

osamu ➝ didn’t show up to the first lab because he switched majors right beforehand. said he gave up on pre-med. it’s only the second week of classes, osamu...

suna ➝ has his lab partner do all the work and goes “Ooooh neat” when recording the reactions (straight up writes “turned yellow” as an answer... like okay? at what temperature? did it bubble? was a visible gas released? how long did it take? he does the bare minimum). kind of never knows what’s going on in lab because he reads the procedure right before class, so he’s heavily reliant on his partner. if YOU don’t know what’s going on... then you’re both screwed. always forgets his lab coat and you have to text him 30 minutes before class to go get it. has a nice circle of friends who share their data with him, so he’ll copy it and show it to you when you’re stuck. honestly, the only reason why you guys are passing lab is because of the sheer generosity of others

futakuchi ➝ the smart asshole in lab. gets the job done, but he’s horrible to work with. makes sure he does everything as fast as possible because he wants to get out within the next hour... if the directions call for medium heat, he has the hot plate dialed to the highest setting; will shake up the test tubes himself if the centrifuge is busy; doesn’t care about cross contamination and uses the same wooden stirring stick throughout the lab (just leaves it lying on the bench... the bench he never sterilizes). always pressuring you to hurry the hell up when grabbing solvents from the TA. bosses you around all the time and will straight up do the lab by himself when he’s in a rush (says “I have plans after this” as if you dont?!). you two get a nice grade... but was it worth it?

kuroo ➝ great partner, the only flaw he has is that he cares way too much about every little detail. follows lab instructions to the T. handbook says to stir for ten minutes? you’re standing there with that stirring rod for exactly ten minutes. doing titrations and the professor says the color should be a pale pink? he’s watching every single drip and is questioning if the pink should be more vibrant or not. need 7mL of water? he’s checking the meniscus of the graduated cylinder, dumping and refilling until it’s a perfect 7mL. sweats whenever he uses the pastor pipettes. makes you nervous sometimes because his lab anxiety rubs off you. by the time you two are halfway done, the rest of the class already left. you guys are always the last to leave lab, but he makes up for this by buying you lunch

matsukawa ➝ poured water into sulfuric acid. did it in front of the TA, was automatically failed for the lab that week, and kicked out for the day. now you have to do the lab by yourself

hanamaki ➝ was the one who told matsukawa to pour water into sulfuric acid as a joke. felt so bad about it that he went after him. you end up doing the lab by yourself and you don’t share the data with him out of pettiness. he failed the lab that week

sugawara ➝ he’s a fun lab partner, but he plays too much. like no, stop, please keep that petri dish away from your mouth; that agar may look like jelly, but we just streaked it with e. coli... will act like a model student whenever the TA walks by, but as soon as they’re out of sight... he’s treating the lab like it’s a cooking mama mini game. pretends that the inoculating loop put over the bunsen burner is a stick with a marshmallow at the end. even though he messes around a lot, he still gets his work done. texts you cheesy lab jokes. at the end of the semester, he stole a couple pH strips as a souvenir for surviving lab together and will occasionally use them to test on the water from the school fountains (spoiler: he no longer drinks from the water fountains on campus)

shirabu ➝ the TA. he was incredibly standoffish when he first introduced himself to the class, but really he’s just kind of awkward. knows when students copy data off of other people, but at this point he’s too tired to even care (he’s an undergrad TA, so he doesn’t get paid for being in the lab). can be kind of terrifying at points; he’ll be walking around to monitor students and will straight up ask “why are your hands shaking?” and “did you not read the lab before coming today?” when he sees you do something wrong, he’ll instantly correct you (you need to trash the micropipette tip RIGHT after you use it) in a stern manner. don’t cross him or else he’ll start grading your papers extra hard. someone wrote their phone number for him in their lab report once and he took points off for it

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agentwhiskeysdarlin · 3 years ago

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Overdure Rendezvous

Pairing: Jack Whiskey Daniels x f!reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: this is so smutty, fingering, Jack’s filthy mouth, um I honestly don’t know what else its just so smutty

Word Count: 1,826

Author’s Notes: Well it’s been since February since I wrote and this just happened the other night after me and @clint-aww-no-barton went to several rare and used bookstores. If you have stuck around and waited for new works from me thank you so much. I really hope that there will be more to come soon. If you are new welcome and I hope you enjoy! If you want to be tagged please let me know! If you are tagged and you don’t want to be tagged anymore please let me know.

ao3 link for story

The Statesman library was an impressive place with beautiful books. They stretched from books about every kind of gun to the history of the cowboy hat and it was pretty much your home away from home. Your parents had both been Statesman so you grew up in the life of super cool agent parents and when they met their fate in the field Champ became your new caregiver. As soon as you were old enough Champ made you the librarian at Statesman HQ and you couldn’t be happier.

You sat now, having just finished with your lunch and popped open your current book when the door opened. It had been a very quiet day so you were a little surprised by a visit from an agent. You couldn’t hide the blush on your cheeks when you saw who it was even if you tried. Jack Daniels or as everyone around here knew him, Agent Whiskey. He strutted in in his typical suite and cowboy hat, his signature look topped off with a smirk that could wet any girls panties in a heartbeat, including your own. Jack was a senior agent and earned the title rightfully so. He was damn good at what he did. He had fought along side your parents and even had dinner at your home many times. The crush started early and fast sticking around even now. The fact that was he older never seemed to bother you and you being younger never bothered him either.

“How are you today darlin’?” He gave you a tip of his hat before leaning slightly over the desk giving you a once over.

“I’m well today Jack. I thought you were still in New York?” You glanced up at his whiskey colored eyes (ironic huh) and gave him a flirty smile.

“I finished my work up there and decided to come home. Nothing was going on so I thought I’d come visit my favorite girl.”

You couldn’t help the blush that crept back up at his comment. He had called you that for a while and half of the agents had no idea why the two of you didn’t just get on with it already.

“Well all the same here. Just staring at books all day.”

“You know I think I need to brush up on some things. Hmmm let’s see how about rifles. You want to show me where the books about those are sugar?”

You squinted at him wondering at what he was playing at. This was the last man that needed to brush up on anything that had to do with a gun.

“Now Jack if I remember correctly you can take every kind of gun apart and put it back together without looking at any kind of instructions,” you gave him an eyebrow raise but it only made his smirk turn into that beautiful smile of his.

“Come on darlin’ entertain me alright?” His voice had dropped just a little and there was a slight demand to them.

You rose from your spot smoothing out the dress you had decided to wear today. You swore you saw the man lick his lips when you started to walk to the section he had requested. You also swore you heard the lock turn as you walked by the front door and started up the stairs. You tried not to think too hard but your mind was wondering and you couldn’t help but to sway your hips just a little more than usual knowing your backend was right in Jack’s face. You started down the main aisle until you hit the back where the section of guns were.

“Right there is every book on rifles. Old ones new ones just...” and then you were cut off.

Jack had you slammed against the bookshelf, your hands pinned above your head and his face inches from yours all before you knew what had happened. Your heartbeat was hammering and you knew he could hear it and your breathing picked up causing your chest to heave just enough to catch Jack’s attention for a few moments.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? I know you want it too darlin’, swinging those hips for me when we were going up the stairs. Such a little tease. I was going to go easy on you but after that I don’t think I will,” the last few words came out as growls before his lips were on yours.

It was the most intoxicating and wonderful feeling you had ever felt. You had been with your fair share of men and kissed a lot but not a single person held a match to Jack. His lips made you forget the world around you and you wondered if he was about to make you forget about the entire universe and make him the only thing in your life. It took you a few shocking moments to start kissing him back with a hunger that had been buried inside of you for this man. You felt one of his hands move snaking down the side of your body before stopping and he pulled away. The both of you stared at each other for a moment, panting and lips swollen.

“I need you to tell me you want this and that this is okay,” Jack’s tone was very serious and his eyes grabbed yours.

“I want this Jack please,” your voice was a torn and shattered whisper, desperate to finally have him.

He didn’t even speak another word just smirked before his lips crashed back to yours. He kept one hand firmly locked on your wrists keeping them skillfully pinned to the books above your head. His other hand snuck around and grabbed at your breast over your dress and bra causing you to let out a soft whimper against his lips. He pulled away from you his hat inches from your forehead, his eyes starting daggers of lust into you.

“Come on darlin’ I know you can be louder than that.”

“Well we are in a library,” you let out a soft chuckle and Jack took the challenge.

He didn’t even bother with being slow he let his hand go up under your dress, jerked your panties down in one swift motion and started to circle your clit furiously. The moans you let you were almost animalistic and your head fell back on the books behind you. Jack didn’t stay there long, just enough to get you wet enough for him to skillfully push two fingers inside of you pulling a noise from you that you didn’t even know you could make.

“There you go darlin’,” he smirked again as he fingered you picking up his pace.

He leaned against you keeping you from sinking as you so badly felt like doing. You were at his mercy, putty in his hands just the way you had wanted for so damn long.

“Jack please I want you,” you whimpered in desperation forcing your eyes to look at him no matter how badly they wanted to stay screwed shut in pleasure.

“You may need to be more specific with your request sugar cause you already got me.”

“Jack please I want your cock,” you almost whined at him and you could care less that you did.

“Now that’s better.”

He removed his fingers before skillfully undoing his belt and pulling his cock our with one hand. He finally dropped his other one and picked you up slightly so you could wrap your legs around him. He gave you no warning before he was stretching you so perfectly and deliciously that it sent chills over your entire body. Your head fell back and you were unable to even make a sound as he slid all the way to the hilt and paused letting you adjust. He didn’t sit long before he jerked almost all the way out and then snapped his hips plunging deep into you once again. His pace was slow but hard and he was pulling the most wonderful noises from you.

“Faster Jack please,” your fingers had already found their way into his hair knocking his hat off.

“My pleasure darlin’”

He picked up his pace snapping into you faster and harder. You were completely lost in the man and the pleasure he was causing you. You couldn’t care less that books were falling everywhere around you and that you would have a mess to clean up after. Nothing mattered but Jack. You were getting closer and closer and the moans that were falling from his lips were telling you that he was too but Jack was a gentleman.

“Alight sugar ladies first,”’he held you up against the bookshelf and pulled one arm around to finger at your clit again.

“Cum for me darlin’,” he whispered the words in your ear and on the command you fell apart around him.

The best orgasm you had ever had ripped through you and Jack was soon following. The two of you were a mess of moans and limbs. Your head fell to his shoulder panting and breathing in his scent and he held you there slowly pumping inside of you to ease you down from your high. His hand came to you cheek and raised your head up to look at him.

“You alright?”

“I’m perfect,” you breathed with a smile.

Jack couldn’t help but to smile back at you so beautiful and the best kind of broken there in his arms. A sight he had waited a long time to see. He slowly removed him self from you both of you hissing at the loss of contact and then slowly came back down to the floor. You stumbled slightly and he caught you before the both of you laughed. You looked around at the books that scattered the floor and your laughter only grew louder.

“Well agent I hope you are all brushed up on your rifles now,” you gave him a smirk.

Jack picked up your panties and when you went to grab them he pulled them away before putting them in his pocket.

“Oh yes I think I know my rifles inside and out now,” the wink he gave you melted you all over again.

He started to walk away from you and you let out scoff. He picked up his hat and placed it on his head.

“Um Jack could I have my missing item of clothing back please?”

“You want them back you report to my office after your shift,” he gave you one last smirk before he strutted off down the hallway and out the door.

You stood there like a girl who was just noticed by her crush for the first time, smiling like an idiot and slightly laughing at yourself before you started to clean up the wonderful mess the two of you had made hoping there was another to make in his office later.

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years ago

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Rough Night

Bucky Barnes x (f)werewolf reader

Summary: Your life is already so weird, thankfully Bucky loves you through it all.

Warning: fluff, reader being a sass master w/ no filter

side note: couldn’t think of any cool avenger powers and then brain went werewolf so here we are

Masterlist

If you had a dollar for every time you’d ended up in the woods with ripped clothes and no shoes, well, let’s just say you could probably afford a real nice two bedroom apartment in some real pleasantly fancy building with a great view and all. Too bad green doesn’t just rain down from the sky every time the full moon comes round to knock you back into another world of blurry confusion.

You won’t lie to yourself, being what you are is strange and not very common in the slightest, obviously. It’s even weirder that you weren’t bitten one night and turned just like that, oh no, all passed down through the bloodline of other strange relatives. So you’re gifted with the curse, forced to inevitably change into a furry beast every single full moon, so what you’re still a mostly pleasant individual.

Well luckily for you, being born with the gift does happen to have its perks which do come in handy. For instance, you’re incredibly strong, quick on your feet, and have heightened senses, plus the ability to shift on command. It’s not all bad, well......most of the time.

Honestly you truly thought life couldn’t get much stranger for you and your whole hidden secretive situation, until low and behold some random red head found your little hideaway in a remote mountain side village far off in the Himalayas.

Everything was completely fine and under control and then BAM, she showed up with some important documents and something called an Avengers initiative and well shit, guess some time spent with the real world couldn’t hurt. I mean come on, some more friends seemed like a nice idea and uh, somehow they knew who you were so too late to run and hide.

Also at the time, considering you lived like a recluse on the edge of the village and of course for good reason, but damn if the red head didn’t just hand you an open invitation for some real adventure. Who were you to say no?

Fortunately for you, all seemed to go in your favor and fantastically enough, they had a nice big strong cell for you on nights when the wolf was inevitably bound to come out. A fridge full of plentiful snacks, a training room to lay off some steam, and a big safe and secure room all your own. It was perfect. Only problem was, there happened to be a very attractive and very wary of you super soldier who undoubtedly caught your attention.

How could you not, he smelled divine, muscles for days, thick thighs that could make a girl swoon, and he just seemed like the best goddamn hugger alive. Okay listen, maybe you were touch starved and deprived of human affection but dammit if your little monster heart didn’t skip a beat every time he was near you.

And yes, the few months it took to get him to crack was just down right torturous. But with some coaxing from Steve and encouragement from Sam, the winter soldier at long last did talk to you. Turned out he thought you were scared of him all along, how hilariously ironic you thought when he told you that.

But as time progressed and you both opened up more and more, a blossoming relationship sprouted forth, eventually evolving and manifesting into a big beautiful flower called love. Cheesy yes, but you couldn’t have dreamed of anything better.

And seriously, he wasn’t freaked out about your whole hidden hush hush secretive gift that usually either goes in your favor or ends up causing you major legal trouble. The man himself, Bucky Barnes, thought you were a marvel to behold, so odd and fantastic that he couldn’t stay away even if he tried.

And for that you could love him forever, especially now after a full moon while you’re out in the middle of nowhere. Hoping that the team will send your hundred year old boyfriend out to find you in the brisk dark morning after a grand unrememberable adventure. Which would be very nice of course, considering you have not a damn clue what you’ve done.....or where you are.

Cracking your back, you stretch your hands up to the dawning sky as a tired yawn escapes you. It’s been a long night and you look like a wild woman with your hear a fluffy nest and your clothes ripped in various unrevealing places thankfully.

Your surroundings are simply trees and small scraggly bushes, green grass underneath your bare feet and a small stream flowing in the near distance. With a second to listen, you can hear a highway a couple miles away to the east, guess that’s a start.

Rubbing your eyes you set out in that direction for about twenty minutes before a blue and gold Mercedes comes into view from the side of a country back road, it stops when you guess the driver spotted you from the tree line. Keeping a wary eye on the fancy sports car, you keep walking towards it until a figure gets out and leans against the passengers side door all cool and casual, then on further inspection you realize the driver is Bucky.

Yes! My knight in shining armor is here!

Trudging through the grassy field in the dewy morning light, he watches your every move, eyes crinkling in amusement as you come to stand a couple feet in front of him. Undoubtedly looking a bit wild, and very tired as you fold your arms underneath each other, giving your dark haired lover a shy almost fangy smile.

“I know I look like a hot mess.” You mutter with a shrug, biting your lip as you dart your eyes to the fields behind him, slightly embarrassed of the current disheveled state you’re in.

Bucky smirks before pushing himself off the car and engulfing you into a big Bucky bear hug to your pleasant surprise, “Y/N I’m just glad you’re okay and nothing bad happened to you.” He mumbles into your shoulder as you press yourself closer to him, letting yourself have this wonderful moment to relax and feel at ease.

Slowly pulling back to look up at him, you smile, “Aww Buck you were worried about me?”

He returns the grin, leaning down to press his head flush against yours, “We all were, me more then anyone else of course...and maybe for the general civilians nearby.”

You laugh nervously, “Oh right, yeah. Well hey, I didn’t destroy anyone's car this time. I think I’ve made progress.”

He pauses for a brief moment indicating he’s not sure if he should tell you something and this does make you nervous before Bucky finally lets out a little laugh, “You ate a whole cow Y/N.”

Snorting in surprise you quickly pull your head from Bucky’s, “What? Did I? Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Yeah, uh I wish.” He admits with a casual reassuring squeeze to your arm, “We tracked you with Sam’s suit tech, yunno Red Wing, and uh....you seemed to be having fun.”

Mentally and just about physically cringing at yourself, you purse your lips together in slight embarrassment, “Shit. Was it gross?” You ask, making a face that causes him to chuckle.

“A little.” Adds Bucky with another casual shrug to make you feel less terrible.

“Is the farmer going to see everything, I mean shit they’re gonna be so pissed.” You worry, biting your lip anxiously as you break eye contact from him. “Why am I like this.”

“Uh, that’s not going to be a problem.” Inquires Bucky causing you to find his blue eyes once again.

Eying him up suspiciously you raise a brow, “And why’s that.....Bucky what did I do?”

Taking a breath he gives you a small apprehensive smile, “Y/N...you uh, kind of ate......everything.”

“I what?” I did not! No way, right?

Giving you a quick kiss on the cheek he smiles affectionately, “I’m going to be honest with you here it looked like a kid with a piece of cake who has no impulse control, and loves cake....like a lot.....Rodney almost puked.”

Rolling your eyes you fake glare at him, “Oh god who all watched my little horror show?”

“Mostly everyone.”

“Jesus.”

“It’s like a car crash Y/N, we don’t want to watch but we can’t look away. Sorry doll.” He confesses apprehensively, though honest and sincere knowing you do feel bad for what you do when out of it.

“No.” You say honestly, pausing for a moment, “It’s fine. Seriously Buck, I’m just relieved you guys keep taps on me while I’m out, god knows I can’t help what I do and where I go. It’s nice to have people making sure I don’t injure any innocent bystander.”

“Yeah I guess so huh...alright Y/N/N,” Chirps Bucky with a beaming grin as he attempts to shift the mood to a less dull one, “let’s get out of here, I mean unless you want to sniff around the place for awhile...it is a nice forest over there and all but I guess we can stay and I’ll let you...”

“Alright Barnes, can-it or maybe I’ll bite you.” You tease with a playful squeeze of his bicep before breaking out of his strong grasp.

“Depends on the context maybe I’d enjoy it.” Adds Bucky sarcastically, side eying you with a half smile as you move to open the car door.

Shaking your head in playful disapproval you lightly shove him aside, “Believe me you wouldn’t.”

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The ride back to the Avengers base or headquarters or facility, who the hell knows at this point, was actually quite smooth and peaceful. Then again you fell asleep as soon as Bucky made it onto the highway, and continued to catch a much needed nap for the next hour ride home.

No one ever said you were easy alright, but let’s be real, Bucky would let you put him through anything and he’d be happy about it.

After parking and walking down the sidewalk past some early morning trainees catching a run, the two of you made it into the Avengers official HQ where all your rooms and other luxury’s are located. But of course not before walking past the facilities giant living space and huge kitchen.

Just keep looking forward, keep walking, walk faster you idiot!

“Y/N!” Shouts Sam in that stupidly peppy obnoxious early morning voice of his, no doubt gaining the attentions of Steve and Natasha who are seated at the kitchens bar talking about some mission report.

Pausing in the large doorway that’s not giving you or Bucky a whole lot of hiding space, you take a deep breath before turning to acknowledge him, “You’d think people would be sleeping considering it’s only six in the morning.”

Chuckling, Sam raises his protein shake, “Weird,” He says while giving you a knowing smirk, “we missed you during training this morning.”

Nat and Steve conceal their amusement as you simply roll your eyes, “Yeah well it was a long night.” You mutter unenthusiastically, earning the tiniest laugh from Bucky which causes you to throw him a glare. Knocking that smile right off of his handsome stubbly face.

“Well we got all these shakes here if you two love birds want one. Hate to have em go to waste.” Adds the smiling man with a nod, if he doesn’t just love seeing you looking like shit. No Sam I do not accept this invitation for you to tell me how crazy I look.

Sam means well of course, but damn he loves teasing you in front of Bucky for a fun reaction out of him. And it’s kind of working, but not on Bucky.

“It’s fine Y/N, you don’t have to have one if you don’t want to.” Calls Natasha before taking a sip from her mug. “Just ignore Sam, he’s been annoying since the gym.”

Before Sam’s even able to speak you quickly narrow your eyes at him, holding up a finger before making hasty steps across the room. Stopping right in front of him, “Give it.” You deadpan.

Brows raised in surprise he glances from a confused Bucky, then back to you again, “Listen I only made so much, Y/N this is my breakfast okay you can’t just...”

Ignoring his rushed rambling you pull out the whole glass blender full of protein shake before taking a step back as the whole room goes quiet, then never breaking eye contact you heartily drink up the whole entirety of its cold contents without missing a beat. Yeah, definitely needed that.

After you’re finished you lick your lips in satisfaction, taking a step closer towards a speechless Sam as you set the blender back in its place. Giving him a satisfied smirk before walking back over to Bucky where you tug on his jacket to follow you down the hall and away from everyone else.

Sometimes you can’t help but be a little dramatic.

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Laying sprawled out on yours and Bucky’s giant mattress, you stare up at the ceiling as he folds your clean and freshly scented laundry, your mind swirling with thoughts of what duties you have to be apart of today. Blah, work.

Sighing gently you glance at Bucky to see if he heard you, not getting anything from him you sigh again with more grandeur this time. Nothing. Rolling your eyes you suck in a deep breath before practically soft yelling out your exhale like the dramatic little beast you are.

Glancing over to Bucky, you watch as he turns around to put some of your pants away in a drawer. Okay then, that’s how it’s gonna be. Quickly sitting up, you smirk a devilish grin before silently reaching over to pick up a small pillow, once in hand you don’t think twice before launching it at full speed directly headed for the back of his head.

But before your decently soft projectile can smack his precious flowing locks does a metal arm swiftly reach up to catch it mid flight. Oh, shit. Bucky’s head turns to you, brow raised at you before tucking the pillow underneath his arm, and going back to his usual domestic duties for the day.

Okay, killer of fun Mr. James Buchanan Barnes.

Frustrated from lack of a reaction out of him, you stand up on the bed like a warrior about to give a great battle cry. Eyeing his cute butt up for a moment, you smirk once again before launching a sneak attack pillow right for his head. It sails magnificently across the room before a metal hand stops it in its place.

Well, shit.

This time he gives you a proper look, full of mischief and a new profound playfulness that sends an excited thrill throughout your entire being. As fast as one of Thor’s lightening bolts does the pillow soar in your direction, but conveniently for you he’s forgotten just how quick you can really be. This is just what you wanted.

Dodging to the left you watch in almost slow motion as the fluffy cloth just misses your face, instead opting to smack against the back wall with a loud thud. Snapping your attention back to Bucky he narrows his blue eyes at you suspiciously while you let out an admittedly scary villainous chuckle.

Let’s party my love.

He hands you a smirk right before shifting his body to the right, arm cocked back and thrust forward just as quickly, launching his second pillow attack without an ounce of mercy. You see it coming a mile away and as graceful as a dancer do you flip off the bed, landing perfectly on the carpeted floor just as the pillow smacks hard against the door. Thwack!

Slowly standing, eyeing him up like a lioness to her prey, you give him a satisfied smile, “Missed.” You tease.

Letting out a breathy laugh, Bucky takes a cautious step in your direction as he tests the waters, “Y/N what are you doing?”

“Getting your attention you ass.”

Chuckling he takes another step forward, “Was I ignoring you?” Duh, that’s why I, oh wait he’s playing you.

“Well you certainly weren’t doing anything interesting.” You sass as he steps again closer, this time about an arms length away.

The corners of his eyes crinkle in amusement, “Okay that’s fair, but was the pillow really necessary?” He asks, though his tone is still humorous.

Not falling for his alluring charm you tilt your head to the side, a knowing smile breaking out across your face as he tries to register what your true intentions are. “Yes, and so is this.” You quip before dropping to the floor for a side sweep of his legs, in an instant he’s on the ground and looking wide eyed up at you.

God he looks beautiful. No, focus.

“Y/N!” He whines breathlessly, brows furrowed as he holds himself up by his elbows, “Now you’re gonna get it!”

Taking a quick step back you snort, “Oh really now?”

And he’s fallen for the plan.

“Yes, and when I get you, you won’t be laughing anymore.” He grumbles, trying to keep himself from laughing as well.

“Alright then hot stuff try and bring me down.” You snap back playfully as he rises to his feet, “First one pinned has to run with Sam later, and we both know how much fun he is to run with.”

Bringing his arms up into a defensive position he readies himself for an attack, “Yeah, I’d rather not be his jogging buddy today. I mean it is raining outside, but I know you’d look real nice after a wet run.” Teases Bucky with a smirk.

“Touché you smartass.” His lips twitch into a grin as you ready your own stance. “Now let’s dance.”

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mythicalavengermakeup · 4 years ago

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NSFW SAITO SMUT. NC17. M RATING

Smut fan fiction based on RP in discord. Saito x OC

The meeting had run extremely late, and Saito was tired. He was not a man that let his weaknesses be known, no matter how normal they were. Showing your enemy any advantage would mean death to you.

Saitos feet carried him to the other side of HQ, where Mira and Midori shared a room together with Chizuru. Chizuru would be busy with the lord commander tonight on his investigation, and Midori was out with Shinpachi to enjoy the latest kabuki theater production. Saito couldn't help but shake his head at the ladies of HQ.

It has not been made public, Saito made sure of that. Him and Mira have been seeing each other much more secretly and much more intimately. He had a feeling that at least Midori knew, but she could be trusted to not say a word, as she had proven numerous times when Saito and Mira had almost gotten caught by a captain or two. This made Saito even more paranoid, not wanting the other members to know.

Saito stopped mid way, listening for any sounds of anyone that might be following. Silence was all he heard, and he continued down the path until he reached the room. He didn't even stop to announce he was coming in, wanting to be swift and not seen.

Pushing the door closed as fast as he opened it, Saito was met with a dark room. No light could be seen. He took note of this, turning his head to look over his shoulder, before turning his body. That's when it hit him. A full on body slam to his side. He sidestepped, using his leg to stop him from falling. "Mira." He said calmly, looking down at the top of her head. "What is it?"

Mira lifted her head, looking at him with eyes that she had not looked at him with before. They had a red tinge to them, and her fangs were noticeably out. Was this what she has been speaking about? Saito wondered.

Mira had filled him in on a secret she had been hiding. Every month her vampirism was heightened above what it normally was. This caused her to have increased strength, she thirsted more than usual, and her sexual desires were amplified 10 fold.

"Saito.. I need.." Mira spoke slowly, her breathing heavy. Reaching up, she began to remove the scarf that covered his neck, exposing the last session she had from it. It had healed, but she could see the visible puncture scars. Her breathing was getting heavier as her fingers dug into his shoulders. "Onegaishimasu." Mira pleaded. Not waiting for an answer, she pushed him down onto the tatami mats below, straddling his legs. The thirst was hard to suppress. Normally Mira had no issues controlling it. Today, when she saw Saito come through that door, it was like she hadn't drank anything for years. Her throat was so dry it felt like dry sand scratching on the esophagus. She wanted him, and she wanted his blood. She opened her mouth, and bit his neck, harder than normal. Blood flowed into her mouth, and she let out a muffled moan, matched only by Saito's low growl she felt in his throat.

Saito would never admit it if anyone asked him, but the bite from Mira was hard to bear. It didn't pain him in any way a wound could. It pained him because it gave him such pleasure, that he could not show it to her. Saito's hands grabbed onto her hips, squeezing as hard as he could. He knew he would not hurt her, especially in this state. The pleasure from the bite made him let out a small gasp when she dug in harder. "Mira… that's enough.." Saito said, his cheeks red.

Mira let go, lifting her head so she could look down at him. Her fangs glistened with his blood, small droplets falling onto his cheek and neck. "No." She said defiantly. With this new state of Mira, came speed, faster even than Saitos. He was barely able to move before Mira had his wrists bound by the very scarf he wore.

The man who was known for having no reactions, gave just that. His eyes widened, a look of shock passing by on his face. "Mira.. this-" It was like the blood had intoxicated her. Mira has never felt such pleasure, and such need to have it fulfilled. Her and Saito had been intimate on numerous occasions already, but this… during this phase.. internally Mira was acting on basic lustful instinct. Saitos very skin against her own sent the most pleasurable electric shocks through the entire body. She wanted to mate with the strongest. She was going to mate with the strongest. All her senses were heightened, and it was intoxicating.

Mira had put a finger to Saito’s lips, silencing him. “No talking. I’m busy.” she said firmly. Her hands immediately went to his robes, pushing them open. The bottom was stopped by his sash, and Mira growled in irritation, using the new strength she had to literally rip it off.

Saito was completely exposed to Mira's will, her eyes, and his body. It irritated him, having always been in control of himself. It also excited him greatly, and he couldn't hide this. Especially with the look Mira was giving him, like she would eat him up in a second. Being desired, after all the things he had done, made him more aroused.

Mira dragged her nails down his chest, leaving marks enough to be noticed, but not enough to draw blood. When she reached his pulsing member, her fingers wrapped around it, moving up, then down, and repeating the action. Saito gritted his teeth together, wishing he could use his bound hands. He was one that loved touching his partner while they pleased him. It was a type of connection Saito had to have, and with his wrists bound, he was denied touching the one woman he desired above all.

Mira shifted, kicking his legs apart with her knee and moved down so her mouth was near his inner thigh, her hand continuing to move up and down on his shaft. Her hot breath heated up his thigh, before Mira opened up and bit into it, the blood from his thigh flowing into her mouth.

Saito jolted. He honestly couldn't tell if it was the bite itself, the area she picked, or both that caused him to give out a loud moan, followed by Miras name. His bound hands moved down, fisting into her hair. Saito even went so far to give her a rough tug, causing Mira to let go of his thigh and moan in pleasure. "Come up here." Saito pleaded.

Mira let go of Saito's member, his hips raising in displeasure. She smiled up at him, before sitting up to remove her own clothing, letting it pool behind her and over Saito's legs. "You're not following orders very well Hajime.." Mira teased, positioning herself over him. She brushed the tip of her opening against his before slowly moving down, allowing him to fill her up completely. And it felt better than before from her heightened senses. Her insides quivered and pulsed so much, it caused Saito to let out a low growl, feeling it himself. “Do you like that love?” Mira asked, her english accent coming through thick. Saito narrowed his eyes at her, knowing she knew full well that he did.

Saito was a man who liked to make sure the woman was prepared before this specific action together. It not only made for a pleasurable experience for the woman, but it was a lot easier to slide in when it wasn't dry. Mira wasn't dry. In fact she was soaked, and his ass was starting to feel the wetness become cold from how much it dripped onto him before the floor.

Saito thrusted up with her movements, her moans exciting him further. It was not long after he started this before she had the first orgasm. Her body shook, and her insides tightened around him with great force. Saito bit the corner of his lip to stop himself from releasing right then.

Mira looked down at Saito, lifting up his torso by his bound wrists. Saito put his bound wrists over her head, and further down until they rested on her waist, crushing her lower torso into his as he started thrusting into her once again, his lips crushing against hers. His tongue pushed through, sliding along hers. His arms pushed her down when he thrusted up, his pelvis grinding into hers and against the clit. Mira was getting louder and louder with each thrust, her arms wrapping around his neck, and hands fisting into his hair. Saito was a pro at never changing up his rhythm. Continuing with the same speed when he knew Mira was close is what she loved. Saito had gotten another orgasm from her, her legs clamping around his waist tightly. Air was pushed from his lungs. Breaking the kiss not only for air, she bit the other side of his neck.

Saito wasn't expecting this sudden rush of arousal from her bite, and he thrusted into her hard, and harder every time. He pushed all he could of himself inside her right down to the base, and it still wasn't deep enough for him. Bringing his hands down he cupped her cheeks in opposite hands, lifting her up so her clit just barely brushed the skin of his pelvis, angling her so he could hit her enlarged G-Spot.

Mira felt the change, letting go of his neck while she breathed erratically, her body beginning to shake uncontrollably. Her hands could not touch Saito enough, running up and down his back as she continued to shake. One giant orgasm carried out over what felt like 10 minutes. And it could have been so.

Saito had a layer of sweat on his skin, not changing up the rhythm as she quivered in his lap. "Ha..jime" Mira’s voice was shaking from the intensity of the last orgasm. Once it was over, she pushed her arms under his, pushing his arms back over his head and pushed him back down on his back. "I never said touch did I?" Mira teased, though she did not complain about the last one. He knew where all her sweet spots were, and exactly what she liked. Only this time she was in control. To prove her point further, she hooked his bound hands under the leg of the small coffee table above his head. Now his hands and arms were completely useless. Saito narrowed his eyes, now completely denied even touching her with his hands. He was completely exposed, and if he were to try to move, the coffee table would go crashing down with a bang. Clever girl..Saito thought, the corner of his lips tugging into a smirk. Mira drove the man crazy, in more ways than one. She was not only gorgeous and was smart, but the way she would give him a look of disapproval, or a look of ecstasy, or laugh, or try to argue with him, he could not get enough of her. She was perfect to him. A precious jewel that deserved only the best. Her feeding habits left Saito in the most aroused state, most of his other senses flying out the window. He wouldn't never admit it, but he enjoyed it when she fed. His neck was not only his most sensitive part, but he was becoming addicted to the effect it had on him.

With Saito still inside of her, Mira began to rock her hips back and forth, dragging her enlarged clit over his pelvis skin. Mira dug her fingers in, using his chest to help her rock. Saito growled loudly, unable to move his hips much from his position. Mira only only became louder the more she got closer, to the point where her legs began to clamp together from the stimulation on her clit, and from the feeling of Saito's girth filling her up completely. She let out a high pitched moan that continued to go the more she repeated the action, riding out her own orgasm on top of him until she was lightheaded and red faced.

Saito couldn't hold back any longer. His bottom lip was already pierced from biting on it so hard to wait. Gritting his teeth, he looked straight into Miras eyes while he filled her up, his own shaft pulsing and throbbed along with hers.

Mira breathed heavily while straddling Saito who laid on the floor. Her eyes were going back to normal, her body continuing to shake from all the release she had, among her first time experiencing such release while under the influence.

Saito breathed heavily, sweat rolling down his brow. Over an hour had to have passed since he was first bound by the wrists. Mira shaking lifted her hands, undoing the tie around Saito's wrists. While doing so, she bent down giving him a kiss while her tongue lapped up the small bit of blood from him biting it. The scarf loosened, and Saito pulled his hands apart. Mira was exhausted, and barely had energy left. That didn't mean Saito was done. Despite being drained by Mira in more ways than one, he took the scarf, and bound Miras hands in return. "W-What are you doing?!" Mira asked with wide eyes. She tried to pull her hands away while still straddling him, but it failed. She didn't pull away fast enough, and Saito had bound them together tightly.

With free hands, and control back in his corner, Saito grabbed her hips and flipped them over so Mira was on her back, and he was still settled between her legs. "You didn't think I was really going to let you get away with binding me. I hope you are prepared for your punishment." Saito growled, discarding the sweat soaked kimono of his to the side. Mira was slightly scared at the look of annoyance on his face. The look ment a few things. Annoyance of being bound and unable to touch as he pleased. The annoyance of not having control. The annoyance of being denied. She laughed nervously. "W..What do you plan to do?"

"Everything." Saito began, removing himself from between her legs. "I have not yet had my fill of you yet.” He moved down, his mouth trailing kisses to the first nipple. Popping it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, his hand traveling further, going straight for the gold. It was still super sensitive, even after all the orgasms she had. Miras legs jolted when his fingers brushed over her clit, and further down until he pushed 2 digits inside. Pushing them upright, he used his fingertips to massage the g-spot, her body responding nicely with slick juices.

Mira moved her hips, trying to get away from his hand. It was no use. It only made Saito move further down south, his mouth marking the way. Once his face reached between her legs, he wrapped his arms around her legs, hands holding her down by his hands on her stomach. He breathed out hot air on her clit, her hips raising towards his mouth. Saito moved his head back, not allowing for contact as he teased her by kissing everywhere but where she wanted. He heard her whimper in protest, making him give out a small laugh. “Oh? Is there something I can help you with?” He asked, a playful smiling tugging at the corner of his lips.

Mira looked down at Saito with red cheeks and an annoyed look. “Quit teasing me!” Mira begged. Saito only chuckled. “Oh is that so?” He continued his journey of kissing her inner thighs, listening to Mira’s protests a bit longer before his mouth devoured her clit. His tongue flicked, and his lips pulled it so he could suck on it like he did the nipples. He bit it gently, her excited screams making him only go much harder. It wasn’t long until he felt her muscles contract and release, did he finally let up.

Mira breathed erratically, her lip quivering. “Hajime...I don’t think I can take much more..” Mira went to sit up, only to be pushed right back down by Saito. He slowly crawled up her body, wiping the juices from his chin, his eyes hungry for more. “You will take much more.” His tone was demanding, just like the tone he took with those who served under him. It was an order. With one hand at her side, Saito placed his other on her hip, thrusting into her roughly. He started slow, rocking his hips against hers, stimulating her more and more with each circle of his hips against hers. Mira’s whimpers aroused him further. He could feel she was close, and stopped his movements.

Saito sat up,removing himself from between her legs only temporarily while he flipped her over, pulling Mira’s hips up so she was on her knees and elbows, and he was on his knees behind her. Looking behind her, Mira saw Saito staring directly at her, his eyes much like that of a wolf who has caught its prey. A cold chill ran down her spine, knowing what was coming. Saito looked hungry, and if you tried to take his food, you would suffer the consequences. The same came when he was intimate with her. He would not stop until he was full.

Mira felt Saito enter her once again, his strokes hard and fast. Saito placed a hand on her back, pushing her torso into the futon while he pushed farther up, her knees almost coming off the ground. Mira clawed at the tatami mat above the futon, nails scraping against it hard. Saito was being rough. Rougher than usual. His hand went from the middle of her back holding her down, to fisting in her hair and bringing her head up roughly, and with it her torso. Now she was on her knees while Saito thrusted into her from behind, letting go of her hair and moving to tease her clit once more. His other hand wrapped around her chest, his hand moving her face to the side so he could bite on her neck. Miras body shivered at the contact his teeth made. Saito’s thrusts were getting faster, and she could hear him letting out small grunts. He was close, and when he finally released, he continued to slam into her hard from behind, giving Mira yet another orgasm, and the last one for the night.

Mira fell onto the futon and Saito followed, resting his head on her back. His shaft throbbed against her quivering insides from his second release. His legs felt like rubber, and it took a few moments for him to find the strength to pull himself off and lay next to Mira on the futon. His body glistened from the sweat, his hair sticking to his face and body. His chest heaved up and down desperate for air. Next to him, Mira was just as desperate for air. Her body glistened from her own layer of sweat as well. Her hair was more of a birds nest than Saito’s. The blame laid with Saito, and he had no regrets. Mira moved like a sloth over, placing her head on Saito’s chest, his arm moving to wrap around her back, hand resting on the top of her head.

Mira could hear and feel his heart pounding hard against his chest. Her fingers twirled in the ends of his hair. It was something she enjoyed doing after their sessions with his hair. It was interrupted when the sliding doors opened quickly, a surprised Midori looking at the two of them. Thank goodness they were under the blanket. Saito froze, his eyes widening at the interruption. Midori gave both Saito and Mira the ‘Really? I'm going to have to sleep elsewhere look?’ before smiling innocently and sliding the door closed. “Ahh Shinpachi, I will take you up on that late night drink after all.” Once the doors closed, Mira laughed at how red Saito’s face was, having been caught red handed.

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shuadotcom · 4 years ago

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Fall for You | MYG & JJK

▸ Summary: Fall was always your favorite time of year and now you get to add two additional things you love to the list of reasons why: Yoongi and Jungkook. ▸ Pairing: Yoongi x Female!Reader x Jungkook ▸ Genre: Farm AU, fluff ▸ Word Count: 1.8k ▸ Rating: G ▸ Warnings: None ▸ A/N: Written for Bangtan HQ’s Bangtan Rodeo. Thank you to the anon that requested the prompts: “yoonkook/reader + barn + dialogue 9″!

It was your favorite time of year again. The leaves on the farm were changing into beautiful oranges and yellows. The apples in the orchard were finally plump and ripe and ready to be picked. The air was getting colder, which meant long-sleeved shirts and jeans instead of shorts and tank tops. Your mother was running around like a madwoman trying to get ready for her annual fall party.

Every year since you were ten, your mother would invite all of your neighbors within a twenty-mile radius over on the first night of fall in celebration of the season. She’d clear the animals out of the barn and clean it up to make space for everyone. As you grew, you went from helping her wrangle the horses up to decorating when you were tall enough, then to baking the pies and preparing the snacks alongside her.

All your friends and their parents showed up, and even if your mother spent weeks beforehand stressing over it, and by extension making you stress, it always turned out to be a fun night for everyone. Last year you had even managed to get two boyfriends out of it, so you weren’t complaining that much.

“Well if it ain’t my favorite girl,” you heard his deep voice before you saw him, his thin arms wrapping around your waist and squeezing.

“Mornin’ Yoongi.” You turned your head to give him a quick kiss before redirecting your attention back to the fairy lights in your hand. You were doing your damndest to untangle them, but they were like Christmas lights.

“Need some help?” He offered, picking up the other end of the lights at your feet.

“Please. Mama just had to rush into town for more cake frosting. We have four cakes in the oven right now and only two jars.”

“She does know that the party is tomorrow night right? She still has plenty of time.”

You shushed him as if horses and goats didn’t only surround you. “Don’t say that so loud! She’ll sense that you’re not taking this seriously and make you work all night! Probably stick you in a tuxedo and make you serve cider, just to show you what’s what.”

Yoongi let out a laugh. “Your mama wouldn’t do that. She loves me, remember? I’m her favorite one of your boyfriends.” He wasn’t wrong. Your mother was surprisingly supportive of you dating two men, but Yoongi was the one you had grown up with so she favored him whether she wanted to admit it or not. She loved Jungkook as well, but as he had moved from the city only three years ago, at times he still wasn’t used to the country life, and you all could tell.

“Speaking of boyfriends, where is my other wonderful beau?”

“You called, little lady?” Both you and Yoongi turned at the sound Jungkook’s voice. You expected to see him bounding into the barn with his usual bright, bunny-toothed grin. Instead, Jungkook was seated atop his horse with a solemn expression. He wasn’t wearing his usual dark jeans and baggy t-shirt either. From head to toe, Jungkook looked like an old western cowboy, down to the chaps and spurs on his cowboy boots.

“Jungkook?” Yoongi asked first. You were still surprised to see your boyfriend decked out in the cliche’ attire.

“Well, howdy there, Yoongi. Y/n.” Jungkook stopped his horse just in front of you and jumped down. You noticed the bouquet of daisies in his hand. He picked one and presented it with a flourish to Yoongi, who accepted it with a broad smile and a bow. Jungkook turned to you next and got down on one knee, holding the rest of the bouquet out to you.

“Jungkook, what on Earth are you doing?” You giggled and took the flowers from him.

“Well, as you know, tomorrow is a special night on this here farm. I’d be mighty honored to escort ya to the hoedown, miss.” He held a straight face as he spoke with the old-timey Southern accent, which you couldn’t deny was incredibly cute.

“Koo, why are you talking like that? Besides, you do realize I’m going to the party with you and Yoongi anyway, right? Seeing how we’re dating and all. ”

He let out a frustrated sigh. “Come on, Y/n, don’t ruin the moment! I just wanted to court you,” he whined, a dramatic pout forming on his lips. You leaned down and kissed him until he was smiling.

“I’d be mighty pleased to accompany you to the hoedown tomorrow night, partner.” Jungkook let out an enthusiastic yeehaw in reply.

“You know, Koo, every day, I swear you do something that proves more and more that you’re from the city.” Yoongi laughed, tucking the daisy behind his ear.

“Yeah, but you still think I’m cute,” Jungkook said matter-of-factly. Before Yoongi could hit him with another snarky remark, Jungkook grabbed the front of his t-shirt and brought their lips together in a messy kiss. You saw Yoongi frown into the kiss, but you didn’t miss the way his hands latched onto Jungkook’s hips. You let them have their moment for a while longer before swatting at the two of them.

“Alright, that’s enough you lovebirds. Mama will be back soon, and I need y’all to work on these lights so I can go check on the cakes.” They separated with a final peck and Jungkook’s face lit up at the mention of cakes. “Cakes for tomorrow.” His pout was back, but you rolled your eyes at him this time, handing him the string of lights you had been working on.

You blew them both a kiss as you headed out of the barn, giving Jungkook’s horse a pat on the head on your way.

The next night, you couldn’t help but stand and admire you and your mother’s hard work. The red barn next to your house was full of your neighbors conversing and enjoying the food the two of you had prepared. The bright glowing of the fairy lights your boyfriends had strung up could surely be seen acres away. Music filled the air from the powerful sound system inside that you prided yourself on setting up on your own, even if Yoongi had insisted that he had needed to help you.

Jungkook and Yoongi were standing on either side of you, outfitted in their best party attire, which for Yoongi meant a pair of fitted jeans that didn’t have dirt smudges on them and a brand new flannel. Jungkook on the other hand, still a city boy at heart, opted for dark, ripped jeans and a black, long-sleeved shirt. You were thankful that both of them were casual men. They never made you feel pressured to make yourself look any particular way for them. Your outfit was a simple, knee-length white sundress and your favorite cowboy boots.

“So, are we just going to stand out here and gape at the barn, or are we going to enjoy the party?” Jungkook spoke up first, clearly itching to go inside. You let him take your hand while Yoongi took the other as he practically dragged you both towards the crowd of neighbors.

You gave your obligatory greetings to everyone, each person giving you various compliments on the decorations or the food. After getting roped into about four different conversations, eventually, Jungkook had managed to get the three of you to a less crowded corner of the barn. He was looking around nervously as if checking to see who was watching you.

“Koo, what’s wrong? You seem worried,” Yoongi asked, placing a hand over Jungkook’s that was gripping the end of his t-shirt restlessly.

“I...I just wanted all three of us to be together right now.” You saw his eyes dart over to the sound system, and you listened as the current song ended. The last note of the song tapered off, and almost immediately, the beginning tones of the next song rolled in. You immediately noticed how familiar it sounded. It was a slow, romantic ballad.

Jungkook’s gaze bounced between you and Yoongi as a gentle smile spread across his face. “Don’t you recognize it? It’s the song that played this time last year when I told you both that I liked you. It’s our first anniversary…” he trailed off as his shyness got the best of him, and his cheeks turned a light pink color.

In all honesty, you had gotten so absorbed in working to make sure tonight was perfect for the guests that it had slipped your mind that this was technically your one year anniversary with your boyfriends.

“Oh Jungkook,” you cooed, reaching out to him to sweep him into a hug. He practically melted as Yoongi hugged him from behind, effectively sandwiching him between you both. “I’m sorry, Koo. I was working so hard that it slipped my mind.”

“Yeah, and you know my memory is just plain terrible,” Yoongi admitted, earning a laugh from both you and Jungkook.

“Is that why you asked us to go with you tonight the way you did yesterday?”

Jungkook buried his face deeper into your neck. “Yes. I just wanted to do something funny and cute.” You and Yoongi both embraced him tighter, beginning to pepper his neck and the top of his head with kisses making the younger boy giggle.

You pulled back then and held your hand out to Jungkook. “I’d be mighty honored if you’d grant me the honor of dancing with you tonight, good sir.” Jungkook played along, bowing to you and delicately placing his hand in yours. Yoongi bowed to him as well and grasped Jungkook’s other hand.

The three of you went towards the middle of the barn where other couples held each other, swaying to the music. You and Yoongi surrounded Jungkook once again, both sets of arms holding him by the waist as his arms were draped around your neck. You all moved fluidly together to the slow beat of the song, enjoying being here with one another.

“Y/n, Yoongi,” Jungkook whispered, loud enough for you both to hear, but quiet enough that no one around you could. “I love you both. A lot.”

This was the first time any of you had said the ‘L-word.’ Your heartbeat sped up, and you could feel yourself grinning like an idiot. “I love you both too.”

“And I obviously love both you saps,” Yoongi said in a joking tone, but you could tell from the look on his face that he meant it. Jungkook pulled you in one at a time to place a kiss on both your lips before he turned in your hold so his arms were around Yoongi’s neck now.

You and Yoongi leaned over his head to share a kiss, lingering a little longer. “I love you. So much,” he murmured, barely pulling away.

“And I love you,” you hummed, eyes closing in bliss. You didn’t know how you had been so lucky to gain the love of two amazing men, but you were so thankful. Starting a new chapter of your life with them was another thing you could add to your list of favorite fall things; this taking the number one spot.

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needsmoresleepwrites · 3 years ago

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"We understand why you did it but...we're a team, right? Together we can fly even higher. Always." (HQ Fluff Week, D1)

Restless, Ch2

Read Chapter 1 | Ao3

Hinata can't help the bouncing. It's been years since he's been back and after "sightseeing" from afar (because really, they could still be recognized, it hadn't been that long since they left) they're home.

Tsukishima scoffs, "It's only been a few years for us, it's been nearly their whole lives."

Hinata smiles, grabs Tsukishima's hand in his, reminds himself that yes, that's true, it could have been Tsukishima's whole life, nearly gone in the sixty years they'd been away, is glad they found a way to make it not so. But he also feels slightly guilty. Was Tsukishima glad he'd left all of this behind? It was still early but what if...

Tsukishima squeezes his hand, "Stop thinking, you always think about stupid things and then get sad."

Hinata pouts, "Not stupid!"

Tsukishima rolls his eyes, "Really? Then why the constipated look? Need a bathroom? You can probably run into the woods." He frowns at the lack of homes as they continue to follow the road, "Where did they say to meet again? I can't believe Tadashi lives so far..."

Meanwhile Hinata just splutters, "That's so unsanitary!! And no I'm not constipated, we haven't even eaten human food!!"

Tsukishima laughs and tugs at his arm, "Then everything is okay, let's hurry."

Hinata feels a smile come to his face again and he yells out, "Okay!" Because really, Tsukishima is right, somehow everything has been alright

Which is why they even have this opportunity

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After being gone with little to no communication, most of Karasuno had paid them a surprise visit at their new home, which was so far out North that Tsukishima had nearly frozen when they'd first moved there.

(Hinata remembers how he'd felt so useless, unable to help warm Tsukishima. It was the opposite really, his body much too cold, and after sleeping together for years, making sure to keep his distance, at least at night when Tsukishima's temperature also dropped, had made him very sad. They'd both acclimated to the situation in time)

They had only just finished a feeding session, which Tsukishima had almost forcefully made Hinata do. He'd noticed how Hinata somehow felt colder, he had been spacing out, and that tanned tinge to his skin was starting to become paler. He had started to look like, well, a creature

"Just hurry up and drink!" He'd pushed his arm under Hinatas nose, his sweater sleeve drawn up. He'd seen the way Hinata's eyes had dilated, his mouth opened, but still he held back

He'd sighed, touched Hinata's lips, "It's okay, I'll be fine, it'll only be a bit."

Hinata had drank, carefully, watching him, making sure he really was okay. He'd then lapped at his skin, tickling him with his tongue, kissed the fading and new marks of his teeth, staining his lips red, and then bandaged him up, pulled his sleeve down, kissed him over the cloth, held his hand

"I love you."

The knock came when Hinata was putting away the first aid kit

They had both been confused. They hadn't told anyone their new address, although they also hadn't tried to hide it either (anyone who truly wanted to find them could with a bit of detective work). Tsukishima pulled on a small blanket over his shoulders as Hinata went to open the door

Karasuno's relieved but upset faces greeted him

They'd sat around their small living room, the air slightly tense.

It had been interesting to see Hinata apologize and try to hide what was going on, his flailing and muttered words so obviously lies that even Kageyama wasn't convinced.

Tsukishima had finally given into Hinata's side stare and admitted, "He's a vampire."

Hinata just gaped at him.

Surprisingly, or perhaps not, it was Kageyama who broke the silence with a so that's why your hands were always so cold, which made Tsukishima want to facepalm. Really? So easily? And because of that? Hinata could have just had bad circulation (although thinking about it, that probably wouldn't have made much sense either)

But then the pieces began to come into place for the others too and Tsukishima begrudgingly was glad for Kageyama's words. The little things that everyone always found off but never truly questioned surfaced

Sugawara, "The passing out?"

Tanaka, "I knew it was weird you didn't eat as much as us even though you ran around the most!"

Nishinoya, "So cool!! Can you turn into a bat?!"

Daichi, "Wait, are you...?"

He'd shaken his head, "No." He paused. They may as well tell them about their plans too, "Not yet."

That was how they shared their biggest secret. And also when they were made to promise not to disappear again

Sugawara had smacked their backs, "Our first years are so high maintenance! I can't believe you made us come all the way out here!"

Taukishima had just sighed, "We haven't been in school for years."

Sugawara was quick to reply, "And yet you two still act like kids, especially with this little stunt!"

Azumane had been kinder. He'd grabbed Hinata by the shoulder, a soft smile on his lips, "We understand why you did it but...we're a team, right? Together we can fly even higher. Always."

Hinata had cried big ugly tears, "Always!"

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It was the first time Hinata had broken his rule about returning to a place before it was safe and he's glad the reason is this little town where he's gained so much. Perhaps he'll find himself living here a third time (another rule broken) in the distant future, Tsukishima at his side

But for now, they sneak into town in order to meet up with their friends, practically family, without anyone's notice.

"Finally, there it is," Tsukishima sighs

It was a perfect little home with a big backyard, nearly merging with the woods behind it if it weren't for the fencing around the house. There also weren't many neighbors, which was ideal for the occasion. They came in through the back, the door left unlocked just for them

There's a woman on the porch, her silver hair cropped, and her tiny feet dangling in the air, sandals right under just in case she needs them. She has a baby on her lap, a pacifier keeping them occupied, while another child, this one a toddler, runs around with a volleyball in hand. He seems to be blubbering about something Hinata can't make out. He feels his eyes prickle and he grins wide

"Yachi!!" he waves at her while pulling Tsukishima along.

Yachi turns around, only just noticing them. She rearranges the baby so they are sitting up, "Hinata!! Tsukishima!!" She turns into the house, "Tadashi, they're here!"

There is some shuffling indoors and then a freckled man appears, his back slightly angled, "Tsukki?!"

From there, an outpour of people comes. Tsukishima mutters an I can't believe the King is still alive, I thought he'd keel over first, and Hinata can't help the bellow that leaves his body

And Kageyama, such a force on their team, is still loud and awkward and unwavering. And he needs a cane because of an injury

Sugawara had laughed when he'd told them the news a few months back, "He still acts like a kid, his body can't keep up!"

Azumane is the first to properly greet them, "You two really haven't changed."

Nishinoya is on his heels, still bright and energetic. His hair is shorter and speckled with gray, and just as wild as his high school days, "Of course they haven't, you know why!"

Azumane laughs, "Not because of that."

Yachi asks Hinata if he wants to hold the baby, her grandchild from her youngest daughter, now 23 and conveniently not home. Hinata nods enthusiastically and he's instantly charmed by the gurgles and kicking and the honey-brown eyes he's sure they've inherited from Yachi (Yachi blushes, but nods, "Yup! My daughter and her husband both have dark eyes so all mine!).

As he's holding the child, he realizes this is the first time he's been this happy, not about leaving, he will always hate leaving, but at how things turned out

He watches Tsukishima carry the other child, who hadn't stopped staring at him because "Ta'! Me, up, up!"

Daichi and Tanaka aren't there yet, both of them running late (Sugawara tells them Daichi went to pick up Kiyoko and Tanaka from her family home where she'd been visiting her parents' graves. He'd laughed at Hinata's worried look, Don't worry. None of them are actually driving.) - but everyone else is sitting outside in the shade of the porch, recounting the latest gossip. Their laughing is loud and Hinata thinks that his family has also not changed at all

He looks over at Tsukishima, who now has a slightly disgusted look on his face as he lets the child climb on his shoulders, his dirty hands pulling at his blonde hair

Hinata smiles.

Together they really have flown to the top

It's perfect.

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A/N:

i was conflicted about tenses and character names #rip (ah well)

i hope you guys enjoyed! this is sort of the “good ending” of this used to be oneshot i wrote for the seasons of anime exchange, but like i mentioned in that posts notes, i kind of wanted to continue but didn’t know if i should do the good or bad ending xD maybe if there’s a hq angst week i can post the bad ending :”) but for now, i think this will be it?! who knows

Prompts for day 1: - Reunion - Found family - "We can fly even higher!"

#tsukkihina #I write ff #fanfiction #haikyuu #future fic #modern day au #vampire au #established relationship #haikyuu fluff week 2021 #hqfluffweek2021

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 4 years ago

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Getting away with it (9/?)

Summary: August Walker was dead. At least that’s what people believed for almost 2 years. When the CIA found reason to believe that he was alive they made it their top priority to find him. Including sending one of their best female agents to recruit his twin brother. Walter Marshall.

Pairing: August Walker x Reader (Walker) + Walter Marshall x Reader (Walker)

Warnings: angst, so much angst. and smut

Wordcount: 2.548

A/N: This is the chapter i’ve been dreading on writing but at the same time it’s the one I’m proudest of.

Masterlist

Part 1 >> Part 2 >> Part 3 >> Part 4 >> Part 5 >> Part 6 >> Part 7 >> Part 8

The first couple of days it was weird coming home to an empty house. Without Marshall sitting on her couch, her patio, the kitchen counter, a file in front of him, making notes. A part of her was scared about the way he was looking at her when he though she wasn’t watching. The bigger part of her was scared of herself for slowly but steadily leaving him to see more of her.

When she met August it had take months for them to warm up to each other. Yes. There was something between them from the very first time they met but she knew how dangerous he was. A part of her always knew how dangerous he was. She never doubted that he loved her. In his own way. And maybe, because she was falling hard for him, she could have lived with his way of loving her.

But with Walter… What they had, if they had something, was easy. She always felt like she had to work for affection from August. Even more after Evie was born and he seemed to spend all his time with her when he was home. More than once she had found him asleep with Baby Evie on his chest in their bedroom when she got to bed at night. A picture burned into her mind, she couldn’t erase. The same man tried to kill millions of people only a couple months after. Shaking her head she called for Evie. It was Friday and Walker was due for a short briefing at HQ after she brought Evie to kindergarten. Her mother would pick her up after so Walker could work on her other cases.

The same time, outside hidden behind a large tree in the garden

August couldn’t believe how big Evie had gotten in the time he was away. His little girl smiled as she ran towards Walker in her blue dress. Her curly hair bouncing with every step she took. Walker picked her up and twirled them around, kissing her on top of her head before she set her down. A part of him wanted to just walk in and hug her. But after he took a closer look the night before in the house, the security system didn’t do anything to keep him out, he was pretty sure that Evie would have no idea who he was.

No pictures, no reminder of him remained in this new house Walker was now living in. He had spend hours in the dark of the house walking around, watching first Evie sleep and then Walker. How her silky skin was like an invitation for him to touch. He was hard only thinking about how close he was to her. But there was a part of him that was furious she just erased him from her life. His daughter's life, like he never existed .He knew she would not understand his way of thinking. Walker always had been one of this positive minds who only saw the good in the world, even with the job she did. A part of him was jealous of this part of her. He tried hard in the beginning to think like her. But when she saw the positive side of things, he always find a negative side. August saw them leave, the door closing behind them as Walker probably brought Evie to Kindergarten. He saw in her calendar in her phone that she had a light briefing at HQ today. That would give him enough time to search for the files in her office he was looking for. Years ago they had taken in a scientist who had a similar worldview to August’s. He had wanted to release Anthrax in New York city. Walker and August had caught him just before he succeeded, taking him into custody. August didn’t know where he was being held at the moment, but he knew Walker had the files. And he would need him for what he was planning because he had no fucking clue about how to handle Anthrax without killing himself. And maybe… Maybe he would have a talk with his wife when she got back.

The same day, later

The briefing had lasted only an hour, giving Walker enough time to go buy some groceries. She had promised to bake cookies with Evie this weekend. Deactivating the security system when she walked in she took the bags with the groceries and set them down on the kitchen island. Going back to the hallway she pulled of her shoes, pulling her hair into a bun on her way back into the kitchen. Something made her stop in her tracks. A smell. She wasn’t sure if her mind was playing tricks with her, but she slowly walked back into the kitchen, opening the cupboard on the top to get her gun. It was gone. Closing her eyes she breathed in deep, trying to calm her nerves.

“I like what you did with your hair.” She heard his voice. Too close. A million thoughts ran through her head before she slowly turned around. He was standing in the doorway, his arms crossed in front of his broad chest. He was clean shaven, his hair a bit longer. There were faint scars on his cheek. She could see that he was on edge, his jaw tense as his stormy eyes seemed to fixate her on the spot. He would have pinned her down before she could run to the basement. He was much stronger than her, but maybe if she took one of the knives from the kitchen…

They just looked at each other. Walker breathed calmly as she looked at her dead husband.

“What are you doing here August?” She finally asked.

“Visiting my family. Though I got the impression my daughter wouldn’t know who I am if she saw me.” He said calmly.

“Who is that guy she keeps drawing? Are you cheating on me Wifey?” He asked coldly.

“Last time I checked I was a widow.” Walker said. She couldn’t show any fear. He knew her better than anyone else. Yet.

August chuckled at that.

“Is he living with you? I saw the guestroom in the basement is used…” He began to walk towards her.

“Maybe I have a toyboy living with me who fucks me three times a day.” She smirked at him. He laughed an evil laugh.

“You haven’t been fucked since I left for London.”

“What are you doing here August?” She repeated, not leaving the space she was standing at. If he would try something to kill her she would just take the pan that was standing on the counter behind her to crush his skull.

“Would you believe me if I say that I wanted to see you?” He asked. Slowly her head tilted up as he got closer before he stopped right in front of her. He wasn’t touching her in any way. His familiar cologne making it’s way into her nose. That was what she smelled when she got into the house earlier.

“No.” She said as she glared up at him. A smile sneaked to his face. A smile she had seen a million times that went right to her core.

“Good. Because I’m here to fuck you.” He whispered before he kissed her hard. Her first instinct was to shove against him, bite hardly into his lip drawing blood. But when his arms closed around her and he pushed his tongue in between of her lips, her hatred weakened.

“Say you missed me…” He whispered against her lips, as his hand made contact with the naked skin on her back as it sneaked under her shirt. She swallowed, her resistance weakening.

“I’ve been planing how to kill you ever since I found out your alive…” She coldly said looking up at him.

“Something changed…” He said as he looked down at her, opening her bra.

“You fucking changed me you Asshole.” She shoved against his chest. His eyes got darker.

“You broke my fucking heart. I loved you. I wanted to spend my life with you and all you did was lie.” She shoved against him again, now with more strength. She was getting furious.

“What is going on in that twisted head of yours? You think you can come back and just fuck me?” She felt the tears in her eyes. Shoving at him again he took a step back, but still not letting go of his grip around her, his fingers running featherlight touches on her back that made it hard to think.

“I knew you wouldn’t understand…” He said calmly.

“I wish you died on that mountain.” She growled. He looked at her like she just had slapped him. She took a step towards him. Her chest pressing against his. She could see that it would only take the wrong word to make him snap. And against all odds, against everything, she wanted him to snap.

“I wish I never met you.” He growled back.

“Liar. You love me.” She grinned up at him. The ripping of fabric was the next thing she heard as he turned her around and pushed her against the kitchen island. He bit into her bottom lip almost drawing blood as she pulled at his shirt, buttons flying everywhere as he ripped her shirt from her skin. Moaning when she felt his cock brush over her pelvis.

“Fuck yes I love you.” He growled against her lips.

“That’s why I am doing it. Because I fucking love you.” His lips wandered to her naked shoulder, biting into it, making her moan as he marked her.

“You want to kill half of the world because you love me?” She asked breathless, her hands exploring his muscular back. It felt familiar. And a part of her was craving it. His touch. How he could make her feel things she never did before.

“I would kill every living person in this world to make sure you’re safe.” He groaned. She closed her eyes as his mouth closed around her nipple, his teeth pulling at it. Breathing hard she made quick work of his belt, opening his pants. Her hand grabbing his hard cock.

“You don’t know a single thing about me August.” She whimpered. He opened her pants, one of his hand going into her panties, finding her soaked.

“I know enough.” He growled before he turned her around and pushed her chest down against the counter.

“You know nothing, August.” She moaned as he shoved her pants down. Slapping her ass hard.

“If I had more time I would make sure you feel me for days. Everytime you try to sit down.” He said, as his hand slapped her ass again. Hard. The burn of her skin clouding her mind. His other hand grabbed her by the hair and brought her up.

“Did you touch yourself at night thinking about me?” He whispered against her ear, as he continued to spank her.

“Did you try to make yourself cum as hard as I can?” He whispered again, shoving two fingers inside of her. She bit her lip, hearing him chuckle as he scissored his fingers inside of her, going straight for her weak spot. He moved his fingers inside of her quickly, his lips sucking hard on the skin on her neck. He wanted to mark her, he always did. Trying to pull away from him he slapped her ass again before he now pushed three fingers inside of her, making her scream. His thump dipped into her asshole as he kept stroking her G-Spot.

“I know you want to cum….” He whispered against her ear. His hand left her hair and pushed her down on the counter again, his fingers leaving her. The next thing she felt was the tip of his cock teasing her pussy.

Ramming into her in one fluent motion they both moaned loudly. Pain clouded her mind only for a short time before he began to move. Holding on to the counter she closed her eyes, her cheek laying on the counter as he let him have his way. Everything in her mind screamed that she should stop this, that this was wrong, but her body, her heart, was betraying her. She needed this. A part of her needed this. A not rationally thinking part of her needed this. She felt the growing sensation of her climax building inside of her as he fucked her from behind. His grunts filling the room. He slapped her ass again, she was sure she would get bruises.

“Did you miss this cock? Miss how I fuck you?” He groaned as he thrusted deeper. She kept her mouth shut, focussing on only the pleasure he was giving her. The long lost but familiar feeling of her climax made her almost pass out as her muscles clenched around his long cock, making her cry because of the sheer force of the feelings inside of her. His hand in her neck kept her pinned to the counter as he continued to fuck her hard. Suddenly Walter came to her mind. How he prepared breakfast in the morning for her and Evie at this very counter she let her terrorist husband fuck her senseless. Breathing hard she shook her head.

“Stop.” She whimpered, tears springing to her eyes. He didn’t hear her.

“August, Stop.” She said louder, trying to push herself up from the counter he was still pushing her against. He only strengthened his grip, not slowing down.

“Glitter.” She sobbed loud and clearly. August stopped immediately pulling out of her. She almost fell on her knees as she pushed herself away from him to the other side of the room. Pulling her pants up. Sinking down hugging her knees in the corner of the room, she cried. Ashamed.

“You never used your safeword.” August said quietly. Looking up at him, she only shook her head at his confused face.

“Get the fuck out of my house August.” She said weakly. She watched him as he pulled his pants up, searching for his shirt.

“And better pray that I won’t see you again, because I will kill you for what you did.” She called after him as he walked out in the hallway. He stopped only briefly, looking over his shoulder, before he finally left her.

In the moment the door closed after him Walker broke down, sobbing. She hyperventilated, falling into a full blown panic attack. With her hand on the ground she tried to calm her breathing. Shaking her head she felt ashamed of herself. she could have killed him. Brought him to justice. Instead she let him fuck her like a whore.

She didn’t know how long she just sat there crying before she heard her phone ring. Slowly getting up from the floor she walked over to where her phone was laying.

She felt new tears building in her eyes as she connected the call.

“Walker?” She heard Marshall’s voice. With her lips trembling she sank down on the floor again.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, concern in his voice when he only heard her shaking breath on the phone. She swallowed.

“August was here…” She whispered under her breath.

#fanfiction #fanfic #August walker #walter marshall #walter marshall x reader #august walker x reader #henry cavill

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blishwix · 4 years ago

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❝ WE ARE ALL WEARING MASKS. THAT IS WHAT MAKES US INTERESTING ❞

huh, who’s LUKE MITCHELL? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually JIMBO “WICK” BLISHWICK VI. he is a 35 year old PUREBLOOD wizard who is CEO OF A WIXEN TECH & MEDIA COMPANY. he is known for being CALCULATING, FRAUDULENT, HEDONISTIC, CONCEITED, and AMORAL but also CHARISMATIC, AMBITIOUS, INNOVATIVE, METICULOUS, and PERSONABLE, so that must be why he always reminds me of the song IT’S LONELY AT THE TOP BY BIG BAD VOODOO DADDY and STYLISHLY RIPPED JEANS AND SUEDE SHOES, PURELY AESTHETIC AND MISLEADING SOCIAL MEDIA FEED, NEATLY TRIMMED BEARD AND SANDALWOOD MUSK, HORN RIMMED GLASSES WITH SMUDGES ON THE LENS, MOLESKIN FULL OF ENDLESS CODE AND FUTURE TECH INNOVATIONS, EXTRAVAGANT PENTHOUSE OVERLOOKING THE CITY, WHISKEY STONES AND EMPTY DECANTERS, and CHARMING PERSONABLE SMILES WITH MALICIOUS INTENT HIDDEN UNDERNEATH THE SURFACE. i hear he is aligned with THE DEATH EATERS, so be sure to keep an eye on him.

GENERAL

FULL NAME: Jimbo Dashiel Bartholomew Blishwick VI NICKNAME(S): Wick, Jim, Dash, Bart (yes he legit will go by any of these) AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 35, 02/16/1994 OCCUPATION: Tech & Media Mogul GENDER: Cis Man PRONOUNS: He/Him/His HOMETOWN: Dallas, Texas CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, I guess ALMA MATTER: Ilvermorny, Horned Serpent BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood

BIOGRAPHY

MEET JIMBO BLISHWICK: THE YOUNG AMERICAN CHANGING THE WIZARDING WORLD ONE STATUS UPDATE AT A TIME.

I’m not sure exactly what to expect when the invitation comes in. It seems archaic to be communicating over owl. There was even a part of me that thought I should revert to the “email” form which my subject is so fond of. What if the wixen tech mogul’s fondness for typing meant he had poor penmanship? To my delight not only was Mr. Blishwick’s handwriting clear as day, but it came with a gleeful acceptance to be interviewed. So it was on that high note that I made my way to Blishwix HQ in London to meet with the illustrious CEO. What I had expected was some pristine corporate office with dark leather and wood accents, sterile and admittedly cold and disconnected from the world. What I was met with was surprising. Blishwix is anything but old school in its style. Much like the young hip branding that accompanies its many products and services, the corporate HQ of Blishwix is sleek, modern and very accessible. It’s a open space of mostly glass walls, the bull pen dotted with standing desks and stability balls replacing wheeling chairs. Towards the entrance to the main floor there is a food bar, one which changes weekly I’m told. This week it’s a cereal bar, last week it was a sushi bar, the next week it’s expected to be a pho bar. Employees are scattered around it with tablets and laptops, giddily conversing around mouthfuls of rainbow marshmallows and corn flakes. There’s also several corners tucked away with velvet cushions where some team members curl up with headphones and e-readers or handheld video game consoles. Designated comfort zones, the tour guide describes them as. It’s the Blishwix goal to make sure the employees are all comfortable, so whenever they get stressed out or overwhelmed, there’s always a little place they can escape to in order to calm their nerves. In truth, Blishwix looks less like a company and more like an urban hang out for pretty hipsters in crop tops and flannels. Surely the big man on top would have a more professional set up, right?

Even the display in the bull pen did not prepare me for Jimbo Blishwick’s personal office. It’s one of a few closed off areas to the side of the floor, wide with tall glass walls over looking the bull pen, and predominately empty save for another bean sack, a slim desktop atop a standing desk, and a row of bookcases displaying dozens upon dozens of novels, all of which I can’t place and among the only print media to be found anywhere in Blishwix. “They’re muggle books,” says a voice from behind. When I turn and get a first glance at the figure leaning casually against the glass door to the office, my gut instinct is that this is just another one of those twenty something year olds squeezing stress balls on the work floor. He’s tall, wearing a handmade beanie in a burnt orange color -- One that is, frankly, not a good pair with his golden hair. His neatly trimmed beard and horned rimmed glasses speak of an elegance that doesn’t exactly match the acid wash tattered jeans or the faded t shirt worn under an oversized cream cardigan. The shirt is colorful and bears a phrase that doesn’t come easy to me. Woodstock. Perhaps this is another “muggle thing”. It isn’t until he draws close enough that I recognize the bare footed man. It’s Jimbo Blishwick himself. “Call me Wick,” he easily responds to my surprised expression, knowing full well he wasn’t what I expected. Instead of holding out a hand in a formal handshake and then pulling up a chair for the interview, he engulfs me in a hug and ushers me into the love sack. It’s awkward at first, but eventually I melt into it. It’s just as comfortable as it looks, and their use in the designated comfort zones make more sense to me now. Wick opts to sit crosslegged on the floor, a large coffee in one hand and a bowl of granola balanced on his thighs. He sips the coffee as my eyes wander the space, finding small and interesting little things to ask him about.

The first thing that draws my attention is a set of crystals sitting on the top of his desk, and when I ask he lets out a howling laugh that echos throughout the office, surely drawing the attention of his hard playing -- and hardly working -- employees beyond the glass walls. “Oh, I had a bit of a headache,” he says with a somewhat amused grin. “My wife said they might help.” The wife in question isn’t some darling stay at home mom you might expect. In Wick’s own words: She’s the reason the “Boss Girl” phrase was invented. Selene Blishwick is as shrewd a business person as her husband is, and perhaps a bit more progressive. As I attempt to shift a bit in the cushion, Wick relays some confidential information about some of their upcoming branding collaborations. Each is more unconventional than the last, and they all have one vital thing in common: Selene Blishwick is the one that found them. I’d go into detail, but Wick swears it would become a marital problem if I spill the big secrets before they’re due to come out. Instead he offers a sly grin and taps a single finger to his lips. “Our little secret, then you can be the cool hip one among your friends who knew all about it before it came out.” An exciting proposition, though I realize that I do need something I can share with the public from this visit, and as Wick’s bowl of dry granola gets emptier I fear I’m running out of time. So I set out to do what I’d planned: a profile on the CEO of Wizarding London’s premiere tech company.

When I ask Wick what was the event that kickstarted his long journey to bringing the wixen world into the 21st Century, he answers in one simple phrase: “A pen pal program.” I was surprised to say the least, but it all became more transparent as I urged him to elaborate. What ensues is a story about the overweight son of a MACUSA politician who was teased and bullied all his life and struggled to maintain platonic connections. “I had no friends,” he says, a sad truth but it comes out with a light and airy laugh. “But I didn’t make it quite easy for people to be my friend.” Despite his laid back and easy going charm, Wick reveals a disabling shyness and insecurity that kept him from engaging with the world. The only one privy to his thoughts and personality was the journal he carried with him wherever he went. “I always thought I sounded better on print than in person. I could be whoever I wanted to be on paper -- Handsome, smart, clever and fun. I just could never bring that outwards, you know?” I think we can all sympathize with the young Blishwick’s plight. It didn’t help that he had quite the shoes to fill. Sixth in his line, the Jimbos that came before the media mogul were all tied to American politics. They’re all charming and ambitious men, but Wick says he just didn’t have it in him to be a lawmaker. “Big Daddy” -- yes, that’s the moniker his father, Jimbo the fifth, goes by -- “He’s just built to be a Senator, I’m just the apple that fell a little too far from that tree.” Secluded and distant, educators began to worry that Wick’s development would be halted by the lack of socialization between him and his peers. So one Ilvermorny professor had suggested Wick be one of a handful of students elected to partake in a cross continental penpal program. “Fabricating friendship,” he called it. What they didn’t know is that the program would lead to a lot more. When I ask him who his first penpal is, if it’s someone he still has direct contact with, he lets another one of those amusing grins slip. “Oh yeah, very much so. I’m actually married to her.”

A fifth year at Ilvermorny, Wick was matched with a Hogwarts student a handful of years younger than him by the name of Selene Rowle. According to Wick, their correspondence lasted throughout both of their schooling and beyond, until he had taken a chunk out of his trust fund in order to travel to the United Kingdom to meet in person. He says that’s the only time he used his family’s money to get where he is now -- literally using it to transport across the Atlantic. Leaving behind his family’s estate in Texas and the promising job at MACUSA his father had acquired for him, Wick came to London in order to meet his long distance friend for the first time. The only person “who really knew what he was about” he says. I ask if it was for romantic reasons. He thinks about it while he sips his drink. “I guess in hindsight it does seem a little romantic.” Whatever his reasons, Wick came and he never turned back. He said that one of the first times they interacted in person, he and his future bride had lamented on their past communication and the long waits between letters. “We felt like we’d left things off on cliff hangers so often, and you’d have to wait forever just to get some kind of answer to those burning questions the last letter gave you. It was one of the most frustrating things.” The pair wondered what it would have been like if there had been a more instantaneous way to talk with wizards across the globe. After all, Wick had concluded, the muggles did it just fine. During his teen years, the Texan said he had grown very interested in what nonmagical civilization was like. A “No-Maj Studies Class”, as they call the Muggle Studies program in the states, had a unit on the technological advances of the nonmagical community during much of the modern era. The professors tried to teach the students that this was all building towards a very dangerous threat to the magical community: exposure and the fast spreading of information over the internet. Wick saw something different. “As I thought about how I wished I had a better gateway to my penpal during my teen years, I just kept thinking about how muggles had that already figured out. They could instantly send letters to anyone anywhere in the world. No long wait times for traveling owls or anything like that. It was instantaneous.... And why shouldn’t we be like that?”

It was this very thought that birthed the company the Blishwicks lead now.

So how do you bring the magical world safely into the 21st Century as dictated by the nonmagical? That was no easy feat. For his part, Wick said he had to learn all about something that didn’t exist in their world, something that didn’t interact well with magic. And how do you study muggle tech without magic interfering? Simple: You “become a muggle”. That’s when I realized there was a book I recognized on his eclectic shelf of reading material. Daisy Hookum’s best seller My Life as a Muggle. It’s the first book on the shelf, in the most pristine condition. A first edition, and it’s even signed by the author herself, though Wick doesn’t remember the meeting. It has a simple message in it: I hope you enjoy the time you spend in the nonmagical world and make memories as fond as my own. “Oh yeah,” he laughs, “I did tell her I was also voluntarily giving up magic in order to help kickstart my company.” He says it with an air of unfamiliarity, like he only vaguely remembers the moment. Still, he presses on with the story. A controversial choice for the son of a self proclaimed “conservative-traditional” pureblood senator, Wick was shortly disowned by the American Blishwicks for his choice to give up his magic for two and a half years to live among the muggles. But it had purpose. “I may have lied my way into an internship with a tech company in Edingbrugh. I was trying to learn as much as I could about this muggle innovation. If I wanted to create something similar for our community, I needed to master their version.” He says it took more than the two years he gave himself to live among them, and he’s still studying it to this day, but after that amount of time he had the ground work he needed to then create his tech and media empire. The biggest obstacle wasn’t even in creating the highly secret magically encrypted network which allows smart phones to be used in the wizarding world. No, for Wick the biggest hurdle to pass over was the longstanding traditional values the community had. “I think there’s an innate fear in not just advancing the community, but in mirroring any sort of progress than the muggles have done. There’s nothing wrong with it, I mean we have adapted enough of their inventions into our own world already so why not take it a step further?” He refers to radio and electric hook ups that appeared in a lot of wixen homes in the past century.

Blishwix started out small, creating and selling smart phones and desktops primarily with the idea in mind to change the way we communicate. Email was one of those first muggle digital contraptions that made its way into the wixen mainstream and has stayed, but within a short decade the company’s offerings expanded to mirror exactly what the digital world of the muggles looks like now. It’s becoming more and more rare to see wixen without a Loquix* in hand, or a Blishwix desktop at home. The Wixpix social media app, in which users post photos taken from the cameras on their cellular devices and add witty captions which can then be “liked” or “commented” on by users across the globe, continues to grow in popularity. And now the media and tech giant is rolling out a “streaming platform” -- a sort of home theater in the form of an app that catalogues film and television programs created by wixen for wixen. There’s Accio, an application that allows you to ask random questions and receive an answer instantly; Portky** which allows users to request forms of transportation when they desperately need it, including ministry-approved portkeys (or so it claims, we haven’t used it yet here at the Prophet). There’s even applications for those lonely wixen looking to find a love connection. Erised is one such app where user profiles are made with a handful of photos, a small ‘about me’ section, and a few small details that can be provided to prospective dates in order to help connect those with similar interests and hobbies. The married Wick does not have an Erised profile, but his assistant allows me to scroll through her’s and even swipe a few times on other profiles. I accidentally match her to someone she admits she can’t see herself interested in, but we all have a good laugh about it. These are only a few of many “experiences”, as Wick refers to them, offered by the company in order to branch the magical people from across the globe. “What is more beautiful than seeing people from different cultural backgrounds and walks of life coming together and sharing ideas and thoughts so quickly?” I realize as I’m sitting there in that bean cushion, scrolling through a prototype of the next Blishwix tablet that I know so little about the world beyond my little corner of it. I suddenly understand Wick’s enthusiasm about expanded communication.

It’s all pretty exciting to see coming together, it’s almost impossible to understand what more could be done by Blishwix. So when I ask him what’s next, Wick gets a very eager look in his eyes. “There’s a lot of places we still don’t have our tech in that I think would be all the better for it,” he solemnly reveals, and I’m shocked to hear it. Since visiting Blishwix, I have seen their product seemingly in every corner of Wizarding London I explore daily. Who isn’t using connected to their expansive network at this point? “I would love to do a partnership with the Ministry. As the governing body, I feel like we can offer them so much that could continue to further develop the community and continue progressing us into the future. If we could get our desktops in every Ministry Department, we can further the sort of work that keeps our world moving. Just imagine how we could expand Law Enforcement, Education or Wellfare departments if we can make all the relevant information they need all the more accessible to their employees? Think about how much easier it would be for them to process information on our fast and reliable network.”

On the topic of Education, Wick reveals his ambitions don’t stop with the Ministry. “I would love to see Blishwix in schools like Hogwarts,” he says, revealing what may be the biggest bombshell yet. “This whole dream started because of a chubby boy who had no friends in school and wanted a faster way to communicate with the one he made far away. I think a lot about that and how my life would have been different had I had this kind of technology available to me. If there are lonely kids like me who could have that, or even kids who are just struggling to get the information they need to be successful in school, and I could give them what they need to advance in life? Then I could say I’ve done what I initially set out to do. Until that day, I would say that Blishwix hasn’t been a success yet. Even teachers could benefit from the use of the internet and all the resources we have out there which we now have access to.” I begin to wonder if the technological genius is actually more of a philanthropist. “I don’t know, you tell me,” he quips when I muse out loud. Our interview comes to a halt by this point, and I’m left with so many more questions. What is Blishwix cooking up for the wizarding world next? What kind of innovations will define the company’s next decade? These, and so many more, questions are left unanswered as I walk out of Blishwix HQ, a takeaway bowl of fruity cereal in one hand and my previous generation Loquix in the other (scrolling through shopping apps in order to find that “love sack” I spent much of the afternoon lounging in).

The same day I begin writing this piece out, Blishwix has announced the Loquix VI, their most advance smartphone yet. They livestream details of their upgraded OS and hardware reveal on the company’s social media, an event I watch while typing this article up on my worn out typewriter. Halfway through and I’m out of ribbon, and I silently curse myself as I order a new set online. All the while the Blishbook Pro is being revealed on the stream, its sleek wireless keyboard and slim expandable monitor shimmering under the stage lights. I join in with the loud gasps from the shareholders crowding the conference room where the event is being held. The irony of this isn’t lost on me, and as I sit here writing out these last few paragraphs with a quill in my cramped hand I begin to realize exactly why I admire Jimbo Blishwick and his forward thinking. At least he’s not sitting here with ink blotches in obscene places, running to his editor’s office just barely before deadline with a mess of typed and handwritten article. I remember in that moment, drenched in the rain while rushing through the offices of the Prophet, the first line in his owl response to my inquiry for the interview:

You should have just emailed.

Touché, Blishwick, touché.

*Portky app idea comes courtesy of Kim ( @strvngemagics ) **Loquix phone name comes courtesy of Vic ( @cfdiggorys / @moodyparis / @aarlingtons ) Both gave permission to use / mention these galaxy brained concepts in the intro and credit for their conception goes to them. Thank you guys so much!!

TL;DR: Wick is full of shit. What can I say? Here’s the ‘Murrican lad who claims to be some hip and cool CEO of a wizarding tech and media company. Okay he’s I guess apple meets zuckerberg. Idk I’m not galaxy brained enough for this afheiahfpea hence the very oddly written bio. Wick’s a pureblood from america who supposedly forsake his family’s purist ways and then decided to create a company modeled after muggle tech in order to “bring the wizarding world into the modern era”. In actuality? He’s a fucking bigot who created a network that he could use to spy on people who may be enemies of the cause. At least that’s how it’s being factored into the DEs. His theme song is “Somebody’s Watching Me” by Rockwell bc he’s always watching you. Gives off this very laid back and down to earth and charming persona just so he can gain your trust and meanwhile he’s leaking your information to the DE and helping them further their agenda. Some extra tidbits not seen above:

He’s got some daddy issues which are leaking into his parenting. Aka he is not exactly excited to be a father but you wouldn’t know that from his Wixpix feed which feature so many “cute” dad photos with his baby boy. In order for him to become his best self, his dad had to make his life a living hell and he believes that’s how he’s gonna have to handle Zephyr as well.

He is smart, yes, but he’s not some brilliant innovator like the world thinks he is. His empire is built on stolen material which he simply “adapted” to the magical world. He’s not original, but he is clever.

He’s not a fighter, clumsy with a wand, had a severe stutter as a kid which made it very hard for him to cast spells etc, so he avoids battle often and instead offers up his company more for espionage for the DEs. He’s better suited to behind the scenes mayhem, and that’s kind of the way he likes it.

He’s a coward. He’s hiding behind computer screens and tbh if things get really sticky he’s likely to try and sell out the DE in order to save his skin. Has an escape plan to the states if things get really sticky but the likelihood of him succeeding are slim to none.

He acts very charitable and humble and kind but he’s conceited as hell and he’s a real shady bitch sometimes. Talks shit on everyone behind their backs

He’s had a few affairs here and there despite being married. Even with that, he is in love with his wife and feels a sort of fealty towards her. She’s a very important part to the company, she’s pretty much the brand of it and so he relies on her a lot to help manufacture their image even just as individuals to help the rouse.

BODY IMAGE TW/EATING DISORDER TW. Wick has some body image issues due to his past tbh. He got bullied a lot as a kid for being overweight and quiet, his solace was in food and he was a binge eater. As he got a bit older, he made some desperate choices in order to lose weight to gain a slimmer figure. It wasn’t healthy, it landed him in hospital a few times, and eventually he had to meet with nutrition specialists and therapists in order to work out a more healthy mindset on food. He’s still harbors body imagine issues, but he’s learned to be better about it. Still, he maintains a very strict diet and work out regime because he feels his image is one of the most important things about him. He did meet Selene when he was slim and athletic and therefore thinks it’s best he maintain the figure even just out of fear she wouldn’t find him attractive otherwise.

is any of the stuff he said in this interview true? Idk, idk

Idk, I hate this man and this bio afheuiahfpea I’ll end up rewriting it eventually.

MISC

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic LANGUAGES: English FAMILY: Jimbo Dashiel Bartholomew Blishwick V (but they call him “Big Daddy”; father), Cricket Blishwick née Berkeley (mother), Beaufort Harland Blishwick (younger brother), Cora-Lou Blishwick (younger sister), Selene Blishwick née Rowle (wife), Zephyr Blishwick (infant son), and by extension all the fucking Rowles I guess PETS: TBD FACE CLAIM: Luke Mitchell ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Aquarius MBTI: hm PINTEREST: (coming soon)

WANTED CONNECTIONS

interns - a couple new grunts at the blishwix HQ. they can be any affiliation, but if they are DE affiliated then they’ll know a little bit more about what is going on behind closed doors at the company. could be fun for future plotting purposes.

co conspirators - other DEs who similarly to wick lead a double life in the public eye. philanthropists, media stars, all sorts of “do gooders” who are banning together in order to break “harmful stigmas and stereotypes and join the wixen community globally”. blishwix mission statement aims to create a platform for wixen of all types across the world to interact free of prejudice and judgement and to bring the magical community into a modern era free of harmful ideologies. of course that’s a fucking lie, so if you play a baddy bad who’s pretending to be goody good then this could be a fun collaboration.

partnerships - alternatively, let’s see some honest to good people and groups get schemed by these fuckers. this would involve some potential screwing over but no worries, at the end of the day blishwix will tank and then your character can get their sweet revenge on this man and his corrupt business.

idk hmu with ideas.

#potterintro #sorry fam no fun doodle this time #bad men don't deserve it #ahfieafea i'm sorry this is kinda lame but i wanted to get something out there to help with plotting

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Arduous Activity [Kozume Kenma Fem!Reader-Insert] [NSFW]

Warnings: oral and unprotected sex

Word count: 2727 OML

Taglist: @caxsthetic @cuddlyasahi @vventure @letmeshouyou @proplayer-kenma @ardorwrites-hq-mha @allywritesimagines @for-ests

“Pleeeeaaaase Kenma!”

“Beg as much as you want, I’m not gonna help you.”

“Fine, suit yourself… I won’t let you in as soon as it’s finished then,” you bellowed, silently pouting at him as you loosen your embrace around his neck from behind, glaring at the back of his head as you watch him continue playing his game, completely unfazed. Even though you already guessed you wouldn’t be able to convince him to build this pillow fort with you, you were still a bit disappointed in how he hadn’t even put up a fight, not even contemplated it but immediately went “no.” You’ll make him regret it and eat his words by building the best fort ever; he’ll be so envious he will have to give in at some point… Or maybe he’ll do it if you just glared enough-

“That glare you’re giving me won’t change anything, just so you know,” he deadpanned without any other bodily movement.

Snorting in disapproval, you start cussing under your breath as you slowly gather the materials you needed for your plan. Going on a hunt in your shared apartment with Kenma – if you could even call it a hunt judging from how small it is –, you snatch every pillow and blanket you could find.

Trying to juggle some of the bigger pillows proved to be a bad idea as you noticed sweat starting to form on your forehead… Another thing you hadn’t considered was the fact you wouldn’t be able to see where you’re walking.

“Hey, be careful-“

But it was too late, the various pillows you were carrying seconds ago slipped out of your grip, cascading right over Kenma.

When you realised what had happened, all you did was huff. You didn’t mutter an apology, no, instead, you thought you’d provoke him a bit:

“Serves you right for not helping your girlfriend out when she’s struggling to do something she thought you’d both enjoy doing…” Collecting the fallen pillows and stapling them in a safer way this time, you proceed your way to behind the sofa that seemed to be a good spot for the fort – the small dining table in your living room was located a few metres behind it and would thus make for a good resting area, completely cutting off the rest of the world with blankets draped over it after relocating the few chairs propped up against the table, you noted.

“So salty…” you heard his meek voice mutter behind you, following a shifting sound and quiet footsteps moving into your direction. “The game was just about to get good, but if I knew you were so passionate about this, I’d have helped you sooner, you know?” Easing into his soft embrace around your waist from behind, you give him a gentle kiss on his jaw from where your head was resting on his shoulder, tilted back.

“I was literally begging you to help me, you nugget. Knew you’d give in though!”

Bolting out of his embrace you start explaining how you imagined the fort to turn out.

“… And then we place that crazy colour-changing light next to all the pillows and we should be served!” You were practically glowing with excitement, which was so contagious Kenma couldn’t stop the corner of his mouth from turning upwards in a bashful smile, admiring how cute his girlfriend was.

“Alright, then let’s get started… the sooner we finish, the better. I have to continue that game…”

In-between one-sided pillow fights – guess who was the only one indulging in them, I’ll give you a hint: it was not Kenma –, you finally managed to build the base of blankets, first throwing one over the table, turning the chairs around and moving them further back so as to place the same blanket over them as well. Afterwards, you connected that same blanket to another with a knot on each corner and draped it over the backrest of the sofa, fastening the edges by squeezing them between the armrest, backrest cushions, and the seating cushions, the latter two of which, to your absolute dismal and annoyance, aren’t separable from the sofa itself – you threw a huge fit of disappointment when you found out, whining about how they could’ve been such a great addition to the fort, making Kenma sigh in defeat. One of the last steps consisted of applying “maximum comfort” (as you liked calling it) by means of situating a few pillows to rest your heads on and laying out one of the remaining blankets to soften the floor and get cosy with your favourite fluffy blanket you liked to curl up under to cuddle with Kenma. And now the finishing touch – the lamp.

Sighing in content, you plop down, holding your favourite blanket open for Kenma to climb in next to you. You wait for him to finish kneading his spot like the cat he is when he finally settles on a position and watches you as you cover him with the blanket, cuddling into him afterwards.

“Thank you for doing this with me, Kenma~” These moments were his favourite. You two cuddling, lazing around, just enjoying each other’s warmth and feeling your happiness radiate off you. He would never say it out loud, but your happiness is what gets him through the day. Before you suggested moving in together, he had lived in an accommodation housing offered by the university you two were studying at which he always dreaded spending time alone in ever since he has started developing feelings for you and finding your absence unbearable. Even though he would be gaming most of the time anyway, the blaring silence, only drowned out by his games, always made him painfully aware that you weren’t there. There is just something about your presence that serves as a human tranquiliser for him; he doesn’t need to pay any attention to you every free second, and you had reassured him that you would not mind his gaming while you were there, but he feels your presence. He notices your loving eyes darting towards him in-between staring at your phone, he cherishes your chaste fingers running through his now-fully-black mop of hair, and he loves the little sounds you make at times – be it giggling at texts from your friends or frustrated cussing from having lost in one of your mobile games yourself.

His reveries were halted abruptly when he felt the hand you had been resting on his chest trail dangerously close to his crotch, but before he could voice his confusion, he already felt your hand slip beneath his shirt and through his sweatpants, resting next to his unhardened dick, slowly drawing invisible signs around it, occasionally playing with the waistband of his boxers.

“What’s gotten into you so suddenly?” he asked with his usually bored-sounding voice, genuinely curious to know your sudden change in demeanour.

“I think I should reward you,” moving your head so that your mouth was right next to his ear, you mumble, “Don’t you agree?”

The warm air hitting the shell of his ear mixed with the sultrily expectant undertone of your voice gives him goosebumps. “What for…?” He is surprised he can still talk without making a complete fool of himself, but he certainly doesn’t know why he is still talking and not just succumbing to your wanton actions like he so desperately wants to.

“For willingly abandoning your games and helping me get closer to one of the bullet points on my mental bucket list…” your response makes Kenma understand you are not playing at the moment and you would rather do other things that did not include talking with him, so he stops talking. You seem to have caught up on his resignation and start planting open-mouthed kisses on his jaw, hovering your lips over his neck and leaving his skin glistening with your saliva, letting off with a loud smacking sound caused by your lubricated lips. You move your other hand to get yourself in a sitting position, eagerly taking the blanket off you two and climbing on top of Kenma as you bend over, startling him with the feverishness of your kiss to which he responds shyly by closing his eyes in bliss and letting you take the lead in the ensuing battle between your tongues while softly exploring your body with his trained hands.

He rubs along your ticklish sides, squeezing them and eliciting a throaty laugh mixed with a moan that he gladly swallows. Moving his hands further up, he is met with your unclad breasts – arguably one of his favourite parts of your body – as you yelp into his mouth in surprise, slightly irked at not being able to stretch this moment of intimacy out even further because you know this is one of the rare instances he would be able to turn the situation around and dominate you by teasing your nipples without having to take your bra off first; you don’t wear those in the safe confines of your home. He knows this is your weakness and you certainly won’t give him the power to have you writhe beneath him just yet, so you stop kissing him, pulling yourself up to sit on his groin, and hastily grab his hands that were already cupping your breasts greedily. You move his hands to rest next to his body, whispering a “not yet” while slowly pulling his shirt up by the hem until his chest is fully exposed.

Leaning down to press a kiss to the centre of his torso and trailing your tongue over to one of his nipples, you slowly slide his sweatpants down his legs. As your mouth goes to work on his other nipple, carefully circling your tongue around it, one of your hands moves up to the nipple you had tended to before, rolling it between your thumb and index finger, the other hand inching over the slightly dampened spot over his boner that’s stretching his boxers out. In-between flicking your tongue over his nipple and biting around it just enough to make him shiver in delight, you fervently jerk him off through his boxers, Kenma’s moans and blissful sighs edging you on and encouraging you to start the main act of the foreplay already; his impatience truly complemented yours.

Finally ripping his boxers off him, you don’t waste any time going down on him. You take his rock-hard dick in without hesitation, bobbing your head up and down his member quickly, knowing he gets off to that very easily. When he entangles his hand in your hair and tightens his grip while pushing you down, his breathing frantic, you know he is close to coming. But what exactly is it that you won’t let him do yet? Just that – giving him the sweet release he is yearning for.

Letting his cock break free from your mouth, you give it one last lick from the base to the top, giving the head a last kiss, making Kenma pout, sliding out of your leggings and panties in a swift motion so as not to cock-block him any further, positioning yourself above all of his erected glory.

Pumping his penis in your hand a few more times, you hold it so it doesn’t slip from your wet entrance so easily. As you maneuver it to where it respectfully belongs inside you, you sink down immediately, moans perfectly in sync. Resting your hands on his abdomen, you start moving up and down, Kenma getting lost in the feeling of the warmth and pleasure your cavern provides as he once again allows his hands to roam your body. He has no control over them anymore; he wants to feel your smooth skin underneath his palms, eyeing your every reaction, your face distorted in the rediscovered pleasure his cock puts you through; a sweaty, moaning mess.

Remembering how this is definitely not the loudest and squeakiest you could get, he meets your down-thrusts by bucking his hips up simultaneously, earning himself the scream he so wanted to hear.

“Bend over for a sec,” he groans impatiently, making you obey with half a mind – the other half has already shut down, focused only on the sinfully satisfying sound of your ass cheeks coming down to meet his hips and the paralysing feeling of having your lover’s dick buried deep inside you. You soon register the sensation around your breasts; he has taken one of your nipples dangling over his face into his mouth, sucking and biting down just like you did before, thinking to yourself that this is his little act of revenge for your prior teasing. What you hadn’t noticed, however, until another wave of pleasure washed over you, was that one of his able hands had been making its way to your clit, harshly stroking it – just the way you like it – and making your ass twitch in satisfaction; your timing in meeting his thrusts had become sloppier due to this tiny detail, making him smirk as your screams became more and more high-pitched.

That was the last straw. When he gripped at your sides and flipped you over onto your back, he could tell your excitement went through the roof by the way you gasped, positively surprised, and breathed out his name hazily in anticipation of Kenma taking control. You had to admit that, no matter how much Kenma’s all-around introverted and small-framed self made you want to dominate him, the fun really starts when he loses it and moves on top of you, his yellow eyes glazed over with predatory lust – that’s when you know he is into it, and that turns you on so much more than anything else.

Spreading your thighs further open with his hands resting just below your ass, he downright forcefully and animally pushes his dick back into you, the vigour of which hits just the right spot inside to drive you even crazier with want if that was even possible.

“God, yes, Kenma! Don’t stop please!” you clasp onto the blanket laid out beneath you until your knuckles turn white, your eyes rolling back to Kenma’s amusement. The dirty sounds of your juices being squished and moved around between his ever-raging boner and your dripping folds made your mouth curl up in a lewd grin entirely out of your control, driving Kenma wild. The glistening sheen of sweat covering your forehead and neck down to your chest made him plunge into you even harder, your incoherent mewls of appraisal melting into thin air as he relentlessly pounds into you.

Vision getting blurrier, stimulation going into overdrive, you can feel your climax coming, your moans desperate for that sweet release you were keeping Kenma from reaching just a while ago.

“Kenma, I- I’m rea-dy to c-um,” your speech broken by his violent thrusts, he leans over, sliding your hands from beside your writhing body next to your head, intertwining his fingers with yours, before burying his face in the crook of your neck and giving it a small kiss.

“Cum for me, [Name],” he mutters, and you’re left in awe at the sound of his voice – so monotonous, so seemingly still, so effortlessly sexy, dripping with lust.

Complying was never so easy. His last thrusts before your high hit were oddly sensual despite the speed he was going at. Your orgasm washing over you wills you to moan breathlessly one last time, your sweet wish-fulfilled voice driving Kenma over the edge in response as he halts with his dick deep inside you, filling your walls with white-hot cum of your beloved, making you unconsciously bite your bottom lip in bliss.

While you two were catching your breaths, you let go of his fingers entwined with yours to stroke his cheeks lovingly, pulling his flushed face down towards you to give him a lingering kiss. Pulling out of you, he rolled himself over to the spot next to you, turning sideways to signal for you to do the same so he could cuddle into you. Taking the hint, you follow his movements. When you rest your head on his chest, he nuzzles his face into your hair, muttering something before both of you fall into a well-deservedly peaceful slumber with smiles on your faces.

“Maybe building this fort wasn’t such a bad idea after all.”

A/N: Putting this here bc it would’ve spoiled the plot if it was at the top, inspiration was this (credits go to @ kinkybutwholesome on Instagram):

#kozume kenma #kozume x reader #kenma x reader #kenma kozume #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu kenma

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