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hahaifolded · 11 months ago

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The Siren, the Cook, and the Sister (3)

Sanji x PirateHunter!FemReader (Masterlist) Chapter 3: The Chest (Previous) (Next) Summary: After spending the day with Robin and her crew, y'all part ways. The Strawhats leave with a forbidden souvenir however. Warnings: None

Sanji was the first to wake up in his room much to his dismay. After requesting to stay in the room right next to yours, the cook stayed up for hours, trying to eavesdrop in yours and Robin’s conversation. But he couldn’t decipher anything over Zoro’s and Luffy’s snoring. Disappointed in himself, he got up and made his way downstairs. Much to his surprise, you and Robin were already down.

“Dearest Robin, don’t you look radiant this morning!” bellowed Sanji as he made his way to the table. He scanned Robin quickly, looking for any bruises or cuts on his companion. To his relief, she seemed fine as she ate breakfast. He glanced at you and was surprised to see you still wearing your mask. Must be an ugly bastard, thought Sanji. “Morning Siren,” he added as he took the seat right in front of you.

Great, he woke up. “Morning to you too. Feel free to order whatever you want on the menu, I’m paying for everyone’s meals,” you informed the cook.

“Are you sure?” asked a third voice. Walking down the stairs was a smiling Franky and a sleepy Usopp and Nami. “We eat a lot… especially our captain!”

“I noticed,” you chuckled, “but I’m sure. You’re all Robin’s friends so it would be my pleasure.” Content with your response, Franky patted you on the back and took the seat right next to yours.

Sanji, annoyed by your generosity, muttered under his breath. You side-eyed the cook. Not wanting to offend Robin, you refrained from punching him and did the next best thing, push his buttons.

“Besides with all of the big names that I’ve caught recently, I have enough berries to buy this tavern if I wanted to. You guys eating everything on the menu will actually help ease my load tomorrow when I travel,” you boasted to the group. You weren’t one to flaunt, but you knew this was going to hit a nerve in the cook. And right you were as Sanji’s eye began to twitch when Franky and Robin asked about your adventures as a pirate hunter. You started to recount some stories to the pair plus a fuming Sanji while Nami and Usopp were lost in their own conversation at the end of the table. Not long afterwards, the rest of the crew came down, content to take you up on your offer.

As everyone waited for their meals to arrive, Robin rose, letting everyone know that she was going to get a head start in buying her share of the Sunny’s supplies. You decided to join her, much to Sanji’s dismay. After letting the tavern owner know to put the Strawhats meals on your tab, you and Robin set out, leaving everyone else back in the tavern.

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After a busy morning, the Strawhats were embraced by a clear sky and open sea. As Jimbei steered the Sunny further and further away from the dock, supplies went to their rightful places. Chopper and Brook took the medical supplies to the infirmary. Franky and Usopp put the newly bought tools and raw materials down to the workshop. Robin carried Nami’s cartography paper and books to the library. And Sanji took the various bags of food up to the kitchen with a hungry Luffy trailing behind him.

“Wow, we were able to get a lot of supplies this time around!” exclaimed Chopper. He was pleasantly surprised by plenitude of supplies that sat on the deck, especially after Nami’s worry over the crew’s finances. It seemed that there was more than enough.

“Nami must have haggled with the shop owners,” said Brook. After enjoying a free breakfast, Nami excused everyone of their shopping duties, announcing that she and Usopp were going to handle them instead. She must of figured out how to get more out of their limited berries.

Within an hour, the deck cleared out. All that was left was a large object covered by a tarp that Zoro conveniently leaned on to sleep. Wanting to clear the deck, Sanji yelled at Zoro to wake up who instead continued to snore. Refusing to be ignored, Sanji kicked the item under Zoro, causing him to fall to the ground. He shot up and got in the cook’s face. As the two argued, the large wrapped item slid across the grass on the deck, allowing for the tarp to unravel, revealing a brown chest.

Chopper was the first to notice the chest sitting in the grass. Curious to its contents, he got near it. He took note of its scuff marks and broken lock. The doctor opened the chest and squealed in excitement.

“Woah! Treasure!” Chopper exclaimed, earning the attention of most of his crew members on deck. Jimbei peered over from the wheel. Franky slowly made his way over as Sanji and Zoro stopped their fighting to look over. Brook and Luffy rushed towards the chest. Everyone’s eyes widened in amazement. The chest was filled with berries, both bills and coins.

“Yo-ho-ho-ho! Where did this come from?” asked Brook, amazed by the fortune that sat before him. Before anyone could touch any of the berries inside, the chest was swiftly shut by a blue staff. Nami stood before the crew with her staff in hand and a proud smile on her face.

“While everyone else was exploring the island, I decided to do something productive,” she boasted.

“Hey! I also helped,” added Usopp. He rushed next to Nami. The two posed proudly for everyone to see.

While rolling his eyes, Zoro asked, “And what exactly was that?”

However, before Nami or Usopp could say anything, a loud gasp cut through the air. Robin rushed forward and stared at the chest. Her face paled. “Why is the Siren’s chest here?” questioned Robin. Despite the steadiness in her voice, her eyes radiated with anger, making Nami and Usopp nervous.

“Tell her,” said Nami, hitting Usopp on his side.

Anxiously, Usopp replied, “W-w-well you see, we may have… stolethechestoutoftheSiren’sroomafteryouguysleft.” He started to sweat under Robin’s gaze.

“We? Who’s we? I had no part in this. Usopp was the one who brought it up to the Sunny.”

“Oh you! Don’t act all innocent. You were the one who came up with the plan! You even broke the lock and took some of the berries to buy supplies today!” rebutted Usopp. The two started to argue, shifting the blame from one to the other. Hands sprung out of their shoulders and slapped their mouths shut.

“It doesn’t matter who did what. That chest isn’t supposed to be here,” Robin stated.

Zoro countered, “So what? We were low on funds and now we’re not. Besides the Siren can make this back… eventually.”

“As much as I hate to agree with moss-head here, he has a point,” added Sanji. He was elated that your chest sat on the deck. That’s what he gets for showing off, thought the cook. “I know he’s your friend Robin, but he did say he was indebted to you so why not take this as his indirect way of paying you back.” Sanji smiled at Robin who instead glared at him.

“I’m with Robin here,” Franky said with a scowl, “this is messed up.”

“Even pirates should refrain from stealing from their friends,” yelled Jimbei from the wheel.

“Shanks would say that,” commented Luffy as he squinted towards the horizon.

“While a good point, friends also help out friends and we were in dire need of this money. I feel like the pirate hunter will understand,” assured Brook.

With the added support, Nami reached for Robin and continued, “yeah, so why don’t we just let this go, and the next time we run into your friend, Robin, we can—“

“NO!” Everyone flinched. “You guys don’t understand. If that chest doesn’t get back to its rightful owner soon, she'll die,” Robin said with guilt heavy in her chest. If you two hadn’t run into each other, you would still have your chest.

Usopp, now concerned, asked, “What do you mean she’ll die?” However, before Robin could respond, Chopper’s ears began to twitch.

Noticing the twitching, Zoro asked Chopper what’s wrong.

“Something’s coming,” responded Chopper. Everyone tensed.

“LOOK, A HUGE BIRD!” exclaimed Luffy as he pointed at a dark figure flying towards the ship.

“No way that’s a bird, it’s moving way too fast,” cried Ussop. As it grew closer, it became clear that the figure wasn’t buzzing. It was screeching.

Everyone looked at the chest and came to the same realization.

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Author's Note: Chat, I have something to say: i don’t know how writers do it when they don’t include all of the characters who would be in a scene in the scene. Cause like could I have written this without including everyone, sure. But it just didn’t feel right cause how are you going to have a scene on the thousand sunny and not have everyone there. Probably have to work on this.

#black leg sanji x reader #one piece fanfiction #sanji x reader #strawhats x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #one piece x reader #vinsmoke sanji x you #sanji x you #black leg sanji x you

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ominis-g · 7 months ago

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Sickies

Bunny x (trans) male narrator, 18+, story and fluff with smut-adjacent content at the end. Word count: 3585. Narrator's name never used.

Summary: The Greek Class' second year, with you being in your third at Hampden, and thus a full year into knowing them all. You have a cold, and they are insistent on making you feel better. You have a crush on Bunny (and everyone knows it)

Author's note: I know DayQuil didn't exist as pills back then. Just deal with it. Chapter one of the fic I am writing for my own enjoyment. I hope you like it, too. Context: I am transmasc.

It was raining, and I arrived to the Lyceum much as I left: damp and miserable. Julian did try to help by hanging up not just my jacket but everyone’s sodden garments, but even those few hours there in warmth and writing with bunched up wet sleeves did not solve the problem. I squelched my way across the college grounds, hood pulled up and my bag hugged to my chest to save my books and work.

I sneezed once I made it back to my dorm, stripping off the now-soaked garments and donning my bathrobe to take a hot shower. I doubted that more water would make me feel better, but beyond a bonfire, I didn’t know what else to try. It did offer me some heat back into my bones, but after I was just sitting with all my blankets wrapped around me, staring at some inane show on my television, not having the energy to change the channel.

There was a knock on the door, and when I didn’t answer, they tried the handle and opened the door enough to peek inside. “Oh, shit,” Bunny said, and the door opened further for Cloke to look in as well. I blinked over at them. “You aren’t getting sick, are you?”

“Iunno.”

He stepped in, and I didn’t stop him. His hand came to my forehead. “Yeah, you feel really hot,” he stated, leaning over to look at me with an expression akin to a concerned puppydog. “Want me to call Francis? Henry?”

“It’s just the rain,” I mumbled, tightening the blankets around myself. “No need to worry them.”

“We’re going to this house party,” Cloke stated when Bunny didn’t reply to me. “Some liquor might be good for you.”

I looked over at him. “I gotta get dressed.”

They conceded, leaving to wait in the hall. I unwrapped myself to a blast of cold air, and shivered. I stumbled getting dressed in dry clothes, and finally pulling out my rain jacket. I buttoned it up securely and then went to meet the two friends. They insisted on taking my car, but Cloke drove, and I didn’t argue. I sat beside him, blinking out the window, cheek in my hand.

The house party was in a two-story across town, not too far. They could’ve walked. Bunny practically pushed me inside, and then a beer in my hand, bothering me until I downed it. After I had a refill, and he was sure that I wasn’t going to just pass out, he abandoned me. Cloke was already gone, but I didn’t overly mind. I found the couch and watched an increasingly irate game of poker as the players got hammered, taking shots with each fold. At some point, Cloke reappeared and pushed two suspiciously large pills at me, telling me to take them. It was a truly testament to how horrible I was feeling that I did.

They were cold medicine.

It was some time an hour after that that the party suddenly had amazing clarity. I left the couch and the game to wander around the house, looking for either of my friends. I found Cloke just as a girl was dousing him in the rest of her drink, and he turned from her, sputtering. She pushed her way past me to escape the kitchen, cursing me as she went past. I rose my eyebrows, then looked to Cloke.

“Classy.”

He was drying off his face with a kitchen towel. “She’s the freshman whore,” he explained. “Who was yours?”

“Nancy Fillman.”

“That fat bitch?”

“She used to be the exact opposite. Got caught in a bad relationship.”

“With food?”

“He was a really good cook, apparently. Kept her placated and in the abusive relationship with elaborate meals.” Cloke threw down the towel and gave me a look. “I listen to what people say.”

“Never tried for her, did you?”

“Not my type. I doubt my parents would approve, anyway.” I glanced back at the door, considering. “So why the drink?”

He sighed, patting his pockets for his cigarettes. “I told her her reputation.”

“Why?”

“I’m paraphrasing,” he clarified, pausing as he lit up his cigarette. “But that was the gist of it, yeah. Could be a nice hit– sure isn’t anyone else here worth a shit. Feeling better?”

“Yeah. Thanks. What was it?”

“DayQuil.” I sighed at him. “You’re more of a baby than Bunny is, sometimes. He’s the one that found ‘em. Knew you wouldn’t take ‘em if he gave them to you.”

“Well, thank you anyway. I haven’t seen him.”

“He’s around here somewhere. Couldn’t’ve wandered far.”

We went to the last place he had seen Bunny, but he wasn’t in the sitting room, or on the stairs, and Cloke looked in the upstairs rooms, but he wasn’t there either. We wandered aimlessly through the house, then finally found him outside. He had an entire bottle of rum, regaling a group of his fellows with some story about his family. I lit up a cigarette beside Cloke, and we leaned against the railing as we listened to him. As soon as there was a lull, Cloke called his name, and Bunny looked over with one of his signature smiles.

He came, bottle of rum and all, and I took it from him as he got closer. I took a drink from it, and it cleared the gunk from my throat wonderfully. “Feeling better, I see,” he said amiably.

“All Cloke’s miracle drugs,” I teased, and he frowned as he yanked the bottle back. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, meanie,” Bunny said, poking at my jacket with his free hand until I handed him a cigarette. We three stood there smoking for a quiet moment. “Why are you dripping?”

Cloke sighed out a long breath of smoke. “Karen.”

“You can pull better than her–”

“Not here,” he argued right back. “This place is dead. A regular sausagefest.”

“I know,” Bunny agreed, glancing over his shoulder, almost stumbling as he turned. “All the girls disappeared.”

“Getting plowed upstairs,” Cloke corrected with a shrug. Bunny made a face. “We were looking for you.”

“We can leave,” I put in.

I drove back to the dorms, parking in my space and turning off the car. Cloke muttered about a movie in his dorm and disappeared into the drizzle. Bunny was smoking a fresh cigarette, so he rolled down the window, staring out at the rain with an air of melancholy. “What’s the matter?”

“I thought this year would be different. But it’s more of the same.”

“It’s still early.”

“I know,” he sighed. “I thought I’d like having the dorm to myself, but without Henry there, I feel aimless. I can do whatever without having him remind me to do things– work, eating…” He trailed off. “How do you do it? Living alone?”

“I just do what I need to do first, knowing I can then do whatever I want.”

“Maybe I just need a supervisor.”

“This is your first time alone, right?” He murmured an agreement. “It’ll be an adjustment, but I know you can do it. You can always come to my dorm and I will yell at you like Henry to do your work.”

He actually laughed, finally looking over at me. “That might work, actually.” Then he seemed to remember something, digging in his jacket before pulling out a box. “Here. I grabbed the whole box for you.”

I took the box of miracle pills, tilting it to the parking lot lights to read it. “Thanks, Bun. That’s really–” Sweet. “Thoughtful.”

“Well, we can’t have you dying on us. Who will nag me then?”

I smiled at him, then realised it was probably too long and broke it off, tucking the box away in my jacket pocket. I set my hands on the steering wheel, staring straight forward. “So, what now?”

“You need rest,” he said in an imitation of my nagging tone. “As for me– iunno. Bed, too, I guess.” He flicked away his cigarette, watching the cherry fizzle out on the wet asphalt. “Unless you let me watch your television. Feed you pills.”

I changed into my pajamas and then let him in to my dorm. He locked the door behind himself, his jacket and shoes landing wherever on my floor. I didn’t care to scold him, untangling my blankets and laying on top of them. He joined me, one leg off the bed so we wouldn’t be too close, and I handed him the remote. He flipped through the channels repeatedly, and I relaxed, hugging my pillow as I watched the flickering screen.

We were started awake by frantic pounding on the door. Bunny clicked off the television with a rub of his eyes, replaced his glasses, then rose to answer it. Francis nearly fell into the room, but corrected himself quickly. “Is he here–” Bunny stepped away from the door so Francis could see me. He came over, his hands all over my face. “God, you’re burning up,” he complained. I blinked at him, but he looked instead to Bunny. “Cloke said you got him medicine–”

“In his jacket,” Bunny said, walking to it to dig through the pockets. He pulled out the box and handed it to Francis. The ginger turned it over in his hand, reading quickly, and then took out two of the pills. They forced them on me, with water, and I made a face as I took them. “When you see Cloke?”

“Breakfast,” Francis answered, petting at my hair when I laid back down. “Said he looked in a bad way, and thought I might want to check up on him.”

“It’s just a cold,” Bunny argued, though it was punctuated with another yawn. “I’m keeping him company.”

“We have class in a few. Think you can make it?”

“I didn’t do any of my work,” I muttered. “Not from yesterday.”

“It’ll be fine,” he promised, petting me some more. “I’ll get you some clothes.”

I apparently argued the entire time, but I don’t remember it. My mind cleared about halfway through class, and I looked down at my notes from Julian’s lecture to find them covered in doodles. I switched pages quickly, lest anyone notice, but everyone was entranced by Julian. Thankfully.

We all went to eat supper together, and Henry let me copy his notes. When I started rubbing at my eyes and sniffling, Francis was instantly there with more of the pills. “You’re pushing yourself too hard,” Henry noted after I had taken them, and just staring at the glass of water. I looked at him. “You need rest.”

“Tomorrow’s Friday,” Charles said, picking at his food still. “We could go up to the country house. It’s been a rough first few weeks.”

I passed out in my bed upon us arriving, vaguely aware of someone pulling off my boots and collapsing beside me. I woke to Henry sitting me up and feeding me water, his voice deep and wavering before he let me back to the bed and I slept further.

When I woke on my own, I sat up sharply off the bed, keenly aware of the drone of a television but little else. A heavy hand came into my hair, patting me to maybe calm me. “We’re at the country house,” Bunny told me. “It’s the middle of the night. Relax.” I blinked at him, but did fall back to the bed with a groan. His hand stayed, fingers through my hair.

“What day is it?”

“Friday night.”

“I slept an entire day?”

“You needed it.”

“And you stayed?”

“Not the whole time. Henry read to you in Latin until he complained you were mumbling in your sleep, which Francis found amusing. So do I, to be fair.”

“Oh, no. What did I say?”

“Something about comparing my hair to gold, Rumpelstilskin, and quite a bit about Alice’s Adventures.” I turned my face into the blankets with a fresh groan. “You like my hair?”

“Please shut up.” He chuckled. I slowly sat up, blinking around the dark room. I saw the water on the table and downed the entire glass in one go. I left for the bathroom, refilling the glass twice whilst there, and then returned to lay beside Bunny with a long sigh. “Sorry.”

“It was funny.” I leaned against him for his warmth, and for a while we just watched his late night television in silence. “We can watch something else.”

“I’m not picky.” He shifted beside me, the remote tapping on his stomach. “Am I bothering you?”

“No,” he said, though I waited, because it didn’t sound like the end of the statement. “But I can go back to my room, if you rather sleep alone now–”

“No,” I said quickly, perhaps too quickly. He glanced at me. “What if I relapse before morning?”

“That’s true,” he murmured. “Henry would kill me if he knew I let you not be hydrated or something.” He relaxed beside me. “And eat. Make sure you eat something.”

It was a few minutes before I finally rose to go down to the kitchen to get something to munch on. It was sometime after midnight, and I stood for a while at the window, looking out over the drizzly countryside, shoving crackers in my mouth and forcing myself to eat them. I returned to the room with my arms full of crackers, cookies, and a few apples, struggling to open the door.

Bunny cleared his throat as I entered, placing his hands behind his head and staring at the television. I paused a step in, staring at him until he finally glanced at me. “I can give you more time–”

“I’m fine,” he insisted. I still hesitated until he moved the blankets to cover up his lap. “Are those cookies?”

I dropped my loot on the bed, handing him the packet of cookies. I climbed up beside him, accepting the cookie he offered me and we ate the entire pack in silence. I moved on to one of the apples, and he threw the empty cookie pack to the floor. I crunched noisily, and he glanced at me. I paused chewing and looked at him. He glanced again.

“You’re dripping.” I made a noise, chewing again so I could lick the juice from the bottom of the apple and take another bite. He was watching me. I stopped chewing, staring back. “Sorry,” he said quickly, attention back to his show. “I just never see you messy.”

“I’m hungry,” I defended with a shrug. He didn’t respond with anything, back to fiddling with the remote until I was done. I laid at his shoulder, licking the last of the juice from my palm, and then my fingers. I tried to ignore his glances, but it was making my face hot and very self-conscious. “What?”

“Nothing.”

I frowned, but settled in beside him anyway. After a few minutes, I rose to get more water, and then returned to take off my trousers. I held them up to my nose for a sniff. “Maybe I need a shower.”

“Plenty of hot water this time of night.”

“Will you still be here when I get back?”

He threw me a smile. “I’ll be here,” he promised.

And true to his word, he was. I dumped my dirty clothes by my bag, soap landing back in it, and then stretched with a sleepy noise. He agreed, and I returned to the bed, slipping under the blankets and next to him. He leaned over to smell into my damp hair. “Better.”

“I do feel better, too.”

“You look better. Not as green and gray.”

I offered him a smile before turning to my pillow, hugging it so I could still watch the television. I had specifically laid down so we weren’t touching, but over the course of the show he kept adjusting so that our warmth was shared. It was reassuring, and cozy, and I drifted off at some point to the drone of the television and the tap-tap of the remote on his stomach.

It couldn’t have been much later when I was stirred by his movements beside me. I shifted to lean against him with a little noise, and the movements paused. His hand gripped to my thigh instead, tugging my leg to lay over his, and then his movements resumed. I could not go back to sleep after that; my heart was threatening to beat out of my chest as I listened to his stifled noises. His hand tightened on my thigh, head turned to my hair for a deep breath in. I dared to open my eyes to watch his movements under the blanket, illuminated only by the television screen, biting my lip. I shifted against his side, hand sliding to his opposite shoulder, and he let out a moan into my hair. His hand came to my ass, and nosed at my hair until I moved enough to meet his eyes.

They were hooded and so blue– I always forgot just how blue they were until he looked at me with them, and this look was one I wouldn’t soon forget. He held me there against him firmly, his lips falling open, and my fingers came into his hair, fingers wrapping around the golden strands to tug. He breathed out a curse, pressing our foreheads together, his hips shifting us up as he climaxed. His eyes closed with soft moans, just for me, and I smiled, kissing at his cheek, and when his head tilted, down his neck to relax there against him again.

Bunny released his hold of my ass slowly, rubbing down my thigh and then back up with a deeply pleasured noise. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispered after a moment of silence.

“I don’t mind,” I replied in the same.

“It doesn’t make you uncomfortable?”

“No.” I adjusted against him so he could feel how hard my cock was, and then relaxed against him and his heat again. He took in a slow breath. “Feel better?”

His hand tugged at my leg so I and my cock was pressed completely against him. “Yes,” he finally murmured. “Now it’s your turn.”

“It won’t make you uncomfortable?”

“No, but if it does I’ll let you know.” He pushed me off of him, to my back. I laid there for a few seconds, staring up at the ceiling, and biting my lip. He took a hold of my arm and moved it so my hand was over my cock, and I finally gave in. My palm rubbed up my cock with a quiet noise before slipping under my boxers to stroke it properly. My eyes closed, shifting on the bed to be more comfortable. Knowing he was watching was fuel enough, remembering his noises, the feel of his hand on my ass, but then he shifted closer. His palm went to my lips, and I took in a breath of his skin before my mouth opened to lick at his palm, and to taste his cum. Fuck, he tasted good, and I moaned as I licked again. His hand moved so I could clean every part of him, between his fingers, and he let out a pleased noise to match mine.

Then he just leaned against me, lending his heat and weight, his head under my chin and watching me stroking my cock. My free hand went to his hair again, running through it and letting out another moan. I started to properly pump my cock then, hips up against his weight, and further when his leg laid across mine to weigh me down. I cursed softly, tugging hard at his hair, and he leaned his head up, shifting to lay further over me so our eyes could be together, and then his forehead to mine. My head tilted, and our breath stayed together until I climaxed, pressing up and against his weight again and again, hand down to wrap between my thighs so I could get his heat against my cock, moaning for him with each thrust.

He tugged my arm up, hand tight around my forearm as he leaned up just enough so he could bring it to his lips. His eyes closed with a deep breath of my scent. His tongue began cleaning off my hand as I had cleaned his, and I whimpered softly as I watched. He didn’t stop, but there was a hint of a smile as he continued.

When he was done, he released my arm, and it fell to his back, and then the bed as he rolled off of me. I closed my eyes with deep breaths in, my head swimming with the mix of true pleasure and confusion. It was a long few moments before his hand came to my shoulder, and I looked over at him. He tugged at my cloth, and I shifted closer. His arm fell to around me, pulling my back against him. His other arm slid under our pillows, and I moved only to cover us with the blankets properly. I relaxed with his heat against my back, our legs together, and his breath against the back of my neck. My fingers ran along his arm around me, up to his hand, and pushed my fingers through his. He opened his hand to allow mine in, his hold tightening and not releasing any part of me.

I had never felt so safe.

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ansbobcar · 10 months ago

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EP 3. Blackmail? I didn't do that to him!

WORD COUNT. 3476

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Ask any girl regarding their confessions on their current prefect, and it is guaranteed that Rayne Ames will shut it down.

ANONYMOUS #1: I thought he had a soft side but there’s absolutely nothing in there! He literally ignored my invitations to hang out.

ANONYMOUS #2: He embodies the qualities of an Adler to a T. Maybe that’s the problem, he can’t see a girl or woman the same way he sees magic.

ANONYMOUS #9: HE BROKE MY HEART!! I CAN NEVER LOVE AGAIN!!!

So why would it be any different with Darren Randel?

"I couldn't give a shit about you," he truthfully told her the morning after her slip up. "I'm just following the old geezer's words if that’s where the feelings came from."

‘How is he worse at being a jerk than me?’ His comment ruffled her as she let go of the shy buck, Bunnelton the XII, from suffering through her embarrassment.

“Look, I couldn’t give a shit about the old man’s orders!” She managed to string with no stutter but her face was losing it because of how his eyes simply assessed her like she was a poo pellet. “I wasn’t even trying to flirt with you yet!”

‘What is up with her?’ Every other girl would have just accepted and backed away. “What do you mean ‘yet’?” He scoffed incredulously. “What? You think enough effort will do anything?”

"I can cook!" she protested terribly. So did others, she wasn't special in this regard. “As I explained yesterday, it’ll be a win-win-win situation for all 3 parties right here!”

“I barely even know you.”

“Then we can start out as friends!” She cut him off from replying.

"Let me try confessing 3 times, if you reject all 3 times I'll stop trying to bother you like this," she tried to plead. She needed time which wasn't likely if the Summer was coming up. She'd be busy with internships by then. There must be something he... a bulb lit up in her head as she gambled her chances on it.

"Agree or I'll tell the whole world you're secretly keeping 10 ra"—instantly he slapped his hand over her mouth—"bbits in the school's forest and I'll personally make coney dogs out of them," she mirrored his eyes which scrutinised her muffled words.

"Coney dog?"

"It's basically a hot dog," she dead-panned. "With extra stuff on top."

'She's... going to make them into sausages?' Scepticism slowly traced his face as each rabbit transformed into a large tube of reddish meat in his mind. 'Not Bunbun, Bunnifer, Bunaldo, Bunnelby, Bunnelton the XII, Buns, Bunster, Bunnykins and Bunno!’ His face paled to stone at the thought. He had to secretly ask permission from the principal to make it work since there were complaints in the dormitories smelling like shit a few months back.

The food offer was tempting since she could handle things while he was gone and Max could continue doing his own things too. It's been a while since he's had a fulfilling meal as well, glancing at the content figures of the bunnies hopping around.

"Fine. Only 3 times."

"Cool," she chirped, her shoulders slouched before she dropped herself back on the floor. “Another chance is nice…”

“But don’t butt into my business,” he added. “We aren’t friends yet.”

"What do you want for dinner?"

"Something with vegetables."

The day continued as normal with the troublesome girl being busy with catch up classes to get asked out for duels and taking care of the rabbits again, so he knocked on the Adler Dorm’s Kitchen and saw her already prepping the ingredients. Chopping up the vegetables with ease. “Do you like tomatoes?”

“As long as they’re vegetables.”

“Alright,” continuing to cut through the ingredients as the water was simmering to a boil.

Although it might’ve not been as clear, there was a child-like wonder in his eyes as she gave him a sip of the soup to taste.

“How is it?”

“Like nothing.”

“Pass the salt and sugar, please.” He did as told as it was clearly labelled and she dumped what he could only assume to be an estimate as she picked up some more herbs, spices and… lemongrass(?) to chuck into the soup.

“Here,” she held up a small sauce tray to him. He took it.

“It’s more sour now… and spicier.”

“You want more or…”

“It’s fine.”

“Okay.”

“Rice?” He nodded his head as she turned off the heat on the stovetop and removed her apron to wear her robe before taking out some bowls with pre-added rice and scooped up the still hot soup into it.

“I like seafood so I put some shrimp, cut up squid and such in there alongside the vegetables. Hope it’s nice. Also this isn’t how it’s usually eaten but it’s easier to eat this way,” she explained.

He took a sip and as if he was filled with deja-vu, he felt… like he could see her again.

An unfamiliar yet strong aroma wafted through the air, causing him to reach the kitchen with a slight spark in his eyes. “What did you make today?” He asked, excited for her next attempt at a recipe as he climbed onto the chair with his small limbs.

“It’s a bit spicier than mummy intended,” she chuckled as she brought the pot to the table with her mittens. Their father slowly brought his slightly shrieky baby brother over to his raised chair as she collected everyone’s bowls and cutlery. “But that’s why I made sure to put water here!”

“Will Finn be able to try it?”

She smiled at his words. “It’s a lot of salt for him to eat fully, so we’ll only let him have a taste.”

“Alright, thank you for the meal,” before he scooped up a spoonful of the soup his mother had given him. “AH!” He burned his mouth as he swallowed it.

“Rayne!”

“Remember to let it cool down a bit!” The auburn haired girl reminded him, taking him back to the current moment.

To which he chuckled, hiding back a smile. How does a soup made by a random girl he wasn’t friends with made him be reminded of a peaceful time he hasn’t had in a while?

“It’s a lot less spicy than I remembered,” he reminisced, following her advice as he scooped up some rice with the soup and blew onto it before taking another gulp of it. ‘Yeah. She would’ve refined it if…’

She lit up at his words, “Oh! You’ve tried Tomyum before?” Completely superseding her shocked reaction. ‘Rayne can chuckle?’

“When my mother was still around…”

“I see,” and thus they ate in silence. To Rayne, the meal was rather hearty, finishing the entire pot through sheer nostalgia much to the girl’s confusion.

“H-how old are you again?” She asked, not wanting to immediately call him a child.

“16.”

“I meant your birthday.”

“March 3rd.”

She paled. ‘A guy taller than me, younger than me?’ Her eyes widened like saucers. ‘And an orphan?’

“What about you?”

“February 18th.”

“... you’re older than me.”

“O-kay…”

She went to clean the dishes instead and he quietly helped out too. ‘He isn’t leaving me any time soon is he?’ Resigning herself to her fate. ‘I’m gonna die before I can properly ask this guy out aren’t I?’ As she handed over the last bowl for him to wipe clean followed by turning off the tap.

“I have a question,” he began slowly. “‘Impart Zero’, is that a dispelling type of spell?”

‘This is outta nowhere!’ She nodded as she quickly stashed away her items in her robe. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, usually someone chants a single word when casting their basic spell.” Atleast, that’s how he understood the concept of personal magic.

“There is no basic spell for Impart,” she sighed much to his puzzling look. “Because it’s meaningless on its own.”

While magic like Partisan functioned by summoning large blades at varying magnitudes of force and size through, something like her magic had no tangible form to counter the blades summoned. She pointed out.

“That’s true, you never summon something when you chant it.”

“Impart Zero simply reduces the magnitude of what I find unfair to nothing. In magic contexts: Yes it’s like ‘Dispel’ just better and more effective,” she searched for her keys and rayne felt like he had hit a road block. “It’s the easiest spell for me to do because it doesn’t require me to think about anything except the target. Usually focusing on their magic is the easiest.”

‘Perhaps that’s how she caused trouble with a singular spell.’

It’s subjective but at the end of the day, a mindset of inferiority and entitlement stems from it.

“Have you ever explained it that way to anyone?”

“Nah. Why would I?” She grinned manically. “The thought of someone being able to dispel any magic thrown their way sounds more menacing right?” Her eyes then seemed to become more aloof in a heartbeat as she kicked a stray pebble up the stairs. “I’d rather be a no-name nobody than be saddled with so many burdens because I’m useful to others.”

With a less bright smile, she waved him off. “See you tomorrow then, I’ll make something light.”

“See you.”

_ _ _

"Morning Rayne," Max beamed as he scooted over for his roommate to sit down. He looked around to find no silhouette of the transfer student or her chipper steps. "She's not here?" Odd.

"She's not," he curtly replied, placing down a packed lunch wrapped in a bright orange cloth, which piqued his friend's interest.

"Did you make breakfast today?"

"No, she did."

"She must've left rather early then." He just hummed at his words, watching as the rabbit loving boy opened the lid. A beautifully presented slices of bread alongside cleanly cut avocado and an omelette. Alongside a note attached at the side.

"I've got something urgent to take care of, I'll be back soon," he read aloud. It had an exclamation mark too. How chipper. The teachers seemed aware of her absence when they took attendance. Classes seemed a little more like last year, quiet and possibly boring without the girl’s interjections.

Thankfully, he was called over by the vice principal for a quick meeting with the other prefects. There was a wolf roaming last night on the 2nd year floors and it hadn’t been found yet.

“So a lycanthrope?” Abel Walker, the Lang Prefect suggested. A logical conclusion. “There haven’t been many sightings on campus since a few years back. So it’s probably a curse.”

“What do you even want us to do?”

“If the wolf is in deed a lycanthrope,” the vice principal gestured; “Find the student, and make the necessary arrangements.”

‘How crass,’ Rayne told himself as the meeting ended.

_ _ _

It’s been 2 weeks since she transferred. 2 weeks didn’t mean her previous schedule, inner workings and attentiveness had disappeared and adapted. She never slept during lessons, was always up and done with a run by the time she met the rabbit caretaker, and paired with the additional classes she had for advanced magic spells class and their other assignments, it was unnerving that she was so sprightly. Radiating that perfect student energy (even though she was anything but a perfect student) without cracking under the pressure of being behind in at least 5 subjects.

Their arrival into the classroom was met with some odd glances and murmurs but nothing out of the ordinary since her arrival.

“For today’s lesson we will be joining Professor Lucci’s class and conducting an exercise together,” their teacher summarised today’s exercise as a door appeared to her left. She gestured to pass through it without any reluctance and setbacks her pupils. They were surrounded by gigantic hedges with roughly 40 students and 2 members of staff in the vicinity but the robe they were wearing was of a different colour.

“Are they in the smarter class?”

“No. They’re just from the Lang dorm.”

“Today’s exercise is simple, the goal is to ‘Get out of the maze’,” the blonde man explained, showing an image of the exit. “Use what you have learned to escape and you may earn yourselves a silver coin or two.”

The others seemed to shift at this statement followed by a sense of belief. ‘That’s it?’ Something was amiss as they added on a few more details.

“Since you are in the advance class though, I’m sure 30 minutes is plenty of time to get out of the maze but you will have 40 minutes in total still, you may begin… now.”

Before she could even face her only friend, he surfed off and up with a single spell leaving her with the rest like sitting ducks.

‘THIS IS WHAT I GET AFTER MAKING HIM SOUP?’

The audacity that Rayne Ames had to abandon her in the centre of this goddamn corn maze! She looked around as students began to form small groups or walk straight ahead with their wands in hand. She didn’t even know any of these people! All of her assignments had either been alone or with that fucking half-piss hair, so she never fucking knew anyone as she watched her dorm’s students throw ideas and concerns at each other.

‘Focus!’ She tried to snap herself out of spiralling into a deepening loss of place. She had to complete the exercise. Technically, raising her palm at a hedge, she could bulldoze herself out with that lethal spell right away and dash straight out but the only issue would be the the blonde teacher’s statement which riled up everyone.

‘You may earn yourselves a silver coin or two…’

To earn implies a challenge to be completed, she stretched herself first. Then the silver coins are rewards that people want? That would make the most sense from what she had gathered.

“Venetris!” A student chanted to evaluate the terrain across the hedge directly. Nothing, it was pure grass and branches. “Let’s move, guys!”

It is a simple spell after all, allowing everyone to see through a certain portion of wherever it is aimed towards. The advanced version which has an effect on a much greater distance is Vitriniae at the expense of only being seen by the caster since it’s a self using spell.

“Repeat after me, Ms Randel,” her advanced spells teacher began once more, aiming her own wand towards the wooden box just days ago. “Vee-tree-nee-ae,” she uttered the syllables slowly before repeating it as a spell. “Vitriniae.”

“Vinitriae.” Unable to see through the box herself, she realised her mess up. “It was supposed to be Vitriniae!” The common problem with this spell amongst students in particular is the pronunciation since it’s similar to Venetris which requires less magic to use.

“From the top Miss Randel.”

She took a deep breath as she channelled her magic power towards her eyes. “Vin… Vitriniae,” she calmly uttered, now able to see through and evaluate the terrain for possible challenges. And unlike everyone else, who seemed adamant in avoiding these areas as possible traps and loss of time, the brunette crashed straight into one head on. Or rather three. One-time. Consecutive. Pressure Sensitive. Booby Trap. Spells.

‘Why does he get to fly?’ She huffed to herself, as she noticed a group of Adler students clumped together at a corner. With another spell, it revealed a magical creature, a Riddle Sphinx infront of a pale-haired student who seemed to be shaking in their shoes with each riddle answered correctly.

“30 white horses on a red hill,” it began its last riddle. “First, they champ, then they stamp, then they stand still.” A sense of loss pervaded the air. He didn’t know what was supposed to be answered, maybe if they had Orca students it would’ve been easier. Was it asking him what that correlated to?

“5 more seconds.”

“A ranch?” The student stammered out.

“Wrong.”

Ready to take out his wand, he would try to pull off a smoke spell to let the others pass on without him. A Riddle Sphinx only focused on a singular riddle compared to its other counterparts. Aorio Morris was going to lose this test, he gulped as the golden sand being roared.

“Teeth.” another girl with reddish brown hair jumped in and slumbered the being with a simple yet forceful kick. “Move along now, people,” she ordered as the others continued their plan before she hopped off in another direction.

“Perceptive,” the blonde professor murmured to himself through the magic mirror. “Has she earned any coins yet?” As a new transfer student, her magical progress since her initial arrival has been nothing short of exponential.

“No.”

“That’s surprising.” She’ll get them soon.

_ _ _

After defeating over 10 opponents, and only receiving about 4 silver coins from, she continued to search for more, finding the coins to be shaped oddly. Like a flattened cone. A bit of a coin… even though it was considered a coin? She’d have to ask later about it’s value.

Hidden with an invisibility spell in the distance was none other than the boy she had knocked out weeks ago. Gritting his teeth, he patiently watched for an opening. ‘I’ve done my research and practice into this spell.’ She was a one liner after all. There’s no way she could be stronger than him, watching as she walked herself into another obstacle. ‘I’ll utilise Burst in tandem with Nalcos to throw her off guard,’ readying his wand as a different creature towered over her. An iron golem. A man-made being created to help in magic training exercises. There were roughly 3 types of golems: heavy defence, speed, and magical power. The one with bulky arms screeched harshly towards them, cranking it’s arms as he glued her feet to the floor. ‘Focus on it and then you can admit your inferiority!’ However, these too would be quelled with her magic by thin air.

Wirth found her frustrating after destroying his worth and reputation. “You think I want to use my magic on you?” Evading his mud, she led his attacks towards the obstacle, each reaching a new level of power than the last and voila! Collapsing to bits, 2 silver coins spawned. Taking a huge side step, to pick them up, she walked over towards the vengeful student. “Here, you can have one. You guys seem particularly fond of these things. I’ll take the other one.”

‘What in the…’

“Why did you even transfer here?!” A sense of inferiority bubbled in him. “I don’t get it,” he clenched his fists. Why would she give it away so easily? Did she not want to become a Divine Visionary like Margaret Macaron from Orca?

“Partial credit is partial credit,” she hummed, ignoring his question. “If you want to do a duel or something again just find me around!” sprinting off into the distance, leaving him baffled by her existence once again.

_ _ _

Barely 5 minutes were left on the clock and she was still inside. The only one left inside. Was she trying to fail the exercise? For Rayne Ames who had already completed it with ease, earning himself an additional 2 coins, he couldn’t fathom her sluggish pace. Even the weakest students had passed the finish line. He walked towards the teachers who had a rafflesia mirror to see the progress within the maze.

She was against a different obstacle this time, one completely immune to magic spells. She should’ve spent her time to run for the exit instead of tying up the man-made ram. What a waste. ‘Neutralising a deadervant doesn’t produce coins, that’s a different exercise.’ Perhaps, Darren Randel’s weakness was her ambitious conviction in pursuit of challenge.

But her next actions felt… comical. After looking at each side, she held her palm wide open, pooling a large magnitude of magical energy. She chanted a lethal spell that would be taught the following year, “Eradica Maxima.” Bulldozing the garden the blonde professor had shaped. Rather overkill, as the gingerhead’s heels dug themselves to a halt from bumping into everyone at the finish line. instantly the buzzer went off. Her robe abandoned in the decimated grounds.

A short lived round of applause erupted for her performance. She bowed before pivoting into a sprint back to the maze remains and returned at a slightly slower pace than before.

‘What did I just witness?’

The teachers then debriefed everyone regarding the class, showcasing a magical chalkboard of their times. Rayne Ames ranked first; Darren Randel ranked last.

“You know, you can collect a demerit if you continue to reach the time limit of the exercise,” another voice told her. It was Max Land.

“6 demerits means expulsion and we have our midterms coming up!”

_ _ _ _ _

I'm realising Darren's Explanation of her magic sounds like it's Billie's Unfair Negating Ability from Undead Unluck. Of course, keep in mind that it's Darren and Undead Unluck has some crazy power system that focuses on beliefs (manifestation shits). Sorry for the spoilsies randos who are getting into UU.

#mashle #mashle oc #mashle x oc #mashle fanfic idea #mashle fanfic #rayne ames #rayne ames x oc #rayne ames x reader #wirth madl #max land #ansyu series: young luv

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casspurrjoybell-25 · 1 year ago

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The Healer of Shakkara - Book Two

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 2 - Dreams - Part 1

Despite the warmth of exertion, the cold gnawed at Triss's fingers and bit at her nose and cheeks.

Missing a step, she stumbled and fell in the powdery snow, sending up a plume of white.

Before she could get up, a large, warm hand grasped her arm and helped her to her feet.

"Alright?" Behn asked, his voice muffled by the cloth covering the lower half of his face and his eyes shadowed by his overhanging hood.

"Fine," Triss said, dusting snow from her clothes and hair and rearranging her own face cover.

"How about you?"

"Peachy," Behn puffed.

"Hungry, tired, sore and somehow sweaty and freezing at the same time. But great, otherwise."

He gave a thumbs up and Triss laughed.

Three days had passed since they left the Haven... three days of gruelling marches through thigh-deep drifts and two nights of sleeping in freezing temperatures that left them aching with cold by sunrise.

Behn had kept up admirably well and insisted on doing his share, preparing their meals morning and night in the one small cook-pot he'd been permitted to bring, while Triss and Obi handled the shelter and fire.

"Same. We'll stop soon, I think. We need time to build a shelter before nightfall and getting a fire started in the snow is a bitch."

"Everything all right?"

Their third companion, Obi, retraced his steps along the path he'd ploughed, having noticed they'd fallen behind.

"Yes. I was just saying we ought to keep an eye out for a good place to shelter for the night," Triss said.

Obi frowned and squinted up at the sun, which still sparkled at a high angle through the snow-clad trees.

"You may be right," he said.

"But knowing Rea, she won't slow or stop until evening. She's already got almost a two-day head start. I'd rather not fall further behind."

"If Rea's not a fool, she'll have stopped early as well," Triss said.

"If she didn't, then we'll catch up to her frozen corpse soon enough."

"I don't get it," Behn said, following the direction of Obi's gaze and squinting at the cloudless blue sky.

"Is there more snow on the way?" Obi smiled grimly.

"No. We might be better off if there was. Clouds are like a blanket for the sky, even when they come bearing snow. A clear night... like the one to come... can be much colder. Nothing between you and the indifferent stars above, which will twinkle on merrily as you freeze to death."

Triss shivered as an unwelcome memory rose in her mind and shoved it down again.

"Are you cold?" Behn asked.

"You want my gloves? My hands are sweating."

"How are you always warm?" Triss asked, ignoring the offer and setting off after Obi as he turned and trudged on through the snow.

"Big boys... burn hot," Behn huffed, bringing up the rear.

"That's what my dad always says."

Triss glanced at him over her shoulder.

"Your dad would be proud, if he could see you now."

Behn waved his free hand dismissively, gripping his walking staff with the other.

"Nah. Any time spent outside the brewery is time wasted, far as he's concerned."

"Well, I'm proud of you," Triss said and shot him a wink as what little she could see of his face flushed crimson.

Facing forward again, her smile faded.

It was the truth... she was proud of him.

Behn wasn't the chubby boy she'd played hound-and-hare with all over the streets of Dern.

He was a man now... a man with a good heart... a kind soul and a stalwart strength that could be relied upon.

He'd never be a warrior... wouldn't last two days in the Guard but he'd fight to the death for his friends.

She knew he liked her... was maybe a little in love with her, even and in a different life she might have returned those feelings.

Behn would make a good partner:...supportive and caring... someone who could fill a house with love and keep it full.

He deserved someone who could do the same... someone who wouldn't break his heart.

Behn would scale mountains, fight the barrowlings and trudge through snow for his friends but his heart belonged to the brewery, the bakery and the hearth at home... where Triss would never be content for long.

Adventure and danger would always call to her.

Sooner or later, Guard or not, she would answer and eventually a day would come when she would leave and not return.

She knew the pain of waiting for someone who never came back and she wouldn't wish it on anyone... especially on someone as sweet as Behn.

Her father and her older brother had both been men of the Guard.

Both left, never to return.

That was why her mother had tried so hard to discourage her from joining and why she had been so determined to join.

Part of her had wanted to follow them... to discover where her father and Tristen had gone and maybe to find them someday and bring them home.

As she got older, she'd come to understand the hard truth... 'lost' didn't mean they were out there somewhere, waiting to be found.

It meant they were gone forever... bones scattered in the earth somewhere.

Still, some part of her had held on to a sliver of that naive, childhood hope.

Another part of her was just plain angry.

That was the part that drove her through years of brutal training, never giving in to pain or weakness, never allowing herself to think the word 'quit.'

'Warrior' was the word she wanted for herself... to prove that she could triumph where her father and brother had failed.

In time, she understood that there was no weakness in failure... that sometimes fate just dealt bad hands and the bravest and best must take what they were given... the proudest and mightiest must one day bow before death.

What mattered then, more than physical prowess, was strength of spirit.

Her father and Tristen had that in spades, she was sure.

Her father's demise was well-documented, as she had discovered after a furtive peek at the Archives.

He'd drowned trying to save his horse during a botched river crossing.

Not a 'warrior's death' and so not worthy of the official Annals... just an act of courage and loyalty that led to his demise.

As for her brother... Tristen had been in the elite ranks, like her... a Watcher.

He'd been the best of the best... slated for promotion, expected to achieve great things.

Then he'd been sent on a secret mission to Yothaim, in the frozen north.

He'd corresponded regularly until the moment he crossed the border into that realm... then, he'd never been heard from since.

What drove Triss now was the simple mission of finding out what had happened to him.

At least, that had been her mission until a more urgent one fell in her lap.

In truth, abandoning Dern to follow Galen hadn't been a hard decision.

She'd seen the writing on the wall... as the Temple gained power, others lost it... namely, anyone who wasn't a man of pure Thrynian blood.

Most of her brethren in the Guard held their sisters in equal esteem but some... including Darek's father, the Captain of the Guard himself... did not.

Given the slightest official encouragement to do so, he'd scrub women from the ranks faster than he'd brush a spider from his sleeve.

She didn't regret leaving the Guard... the only thing she regretted leaving was her mother.

Unable to leave a proper note for fear it would fall into the wrong hands, she'd left the clearest sign she could.

Removing her Guard's brooch, which bore the insignia of her rank and honors, she'd placed it on the mantelpiece beside her father's and Tristen's, along with a single coin... an old Thrynian symbol of hope and luck.

Her mother would know what it meant... that if fortune favored her, Triss would return one day, perhaps bearing news of her brother's fate and that she would send better word when she could.

In fact, if all went well, she would send word from Lastiff in the form of Behn.

She accepted the utility of his presence... if he could convince his uncle to lend them cloud-racers, it would give them a marked advantage but safe in Lastiff was where she hoped to leave him.

From there, he could return to his father and Dern and take up the comfortable, safe, fulfilling life for which he was suited.

At least Galen was back at The Haven with Iksy and Zenír.

He'd surprised her even more than Behn... the pretty Pyrran boy she'd mistaken for a girl when they first met.

On their travels, she'd seen him suffer without complaint and face danger without flinching and he clearly had talents of his own but like Behn, she still judged him as unsuited for the hardships of a warrior's life.

She was glad he was safe.

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inkskinned · 2 years ago

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pay attention to how your partner values your time.

i mean this beyond things like how much time you spend at work or how often you answer their text messages.

if you spend hours getting ready for them, do they value that effort? if you plan a meal and do all the shopping and prep and cooking for it, is it just dinner for them? do they notice the small chores you're always doing, or does it just magically "get done" when they're not looking? do they notice when you've spent time for them, or is it just something that is expected to happen?

my ex understood our relationship as some kind of credit service. he would do something large and nice for me maybe once or twice a season - and then "collect" on that credit for a while. my time was not as valuable as his - i was expected to give up my time for things like the upkeep of our relationship, chores, everything. even though i was in school and employed (and honestly doing more than he was), he assumed my time couldn't be better spent. he used to say i was just "better" at the daily stuff. he was my first longterm boyfriend - i hadn't been taught it. it didn't come naturally. it's just that if i didn't do it, he valued his time too much to do it for me.

recently i saw a video of a man smashing a cake into his new wife's face after she explicitly asked him not to. i'm glad that these days, most people don't find it funny. but still, someone comments: girl, just wipe it off and jump back into the party! but the fact of the matter is - even if it wiped off perfectly, even if the makeup only took a few minutes to reapply, even if the dress wasn't ruined by the oil in the icing - she would have to spend time away from her own wedding in order to do it. her new husband - he gets to laugh and sit around and party. she has to leave her loved ones and go be alone to handle the results of his prank. it might be the only day she gets to see some of these people; but that time spent (the makeup, the dress) is just valued less. it's seen as inconsequential.

just... pay attention. is it normal for you to give up your time, but they wouldn't reciprocate? do they consider their hobbies essential while yours are just "useless ways to fill the day"? is going out with their friends a hallowed event that must not be interrupted - but at the same time, you find that you're punished for or banned from similar events. do you do most of the upkeep? do you trust that if you needed to take a break, they'd absolutely pick up the weight? if you spend time and energy and effort on something, is that valued; or is it just a thursday to them.

#just thinkin #good luck out there #while yes this is a gendered phenomenon i wanted to talk about it #in terms of relationships #bc tbh it's a relationship dynamic that can exist in any relationship #and like. gay pll exist #u can experience this in a gay relationship

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probablyspooky · 2 years ago

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Traitor (2010 Predator x Fem! Reader) Pt. 2

Yall ate this up like a nice bowl of mama’s chili

(I’m stupid as fuck)

Last Next

Being forced to follow beings you didn’t like wasn’t unusual for the typer of placement you had in your life, when you first met Berserker, you hated him, oh you hated him.

You had been born on a planet much like the one you were on, while your DNA was human, you had never been to Earth before, your parents often taught you of the many things that went on Earth, but soon their numbers were called, and they were taken away to be hosts for face-huggers. By the time you came of age you had managed to make a friend, a young yautja who looked a bit different than the others who surrounded him, his eyes were much more sunken, and his jaw and mandibles were larger than normal, many mocked him, or you thought they were mocking him.

Before you could be used as a host for a face-hugger, you were a servant for the Elders of the tribe, often skinning meat, and preparing meals for those who had just had a successful hunt. Berserker would often watch you, and tease you that he was going to rip your spine off, often cornering you in buildings threatening to take your life then and there, and no one would bat an eye.

You often cried yourself to sleep in fear of being brutally murdered, but this was the life you were born into. As you grew older to adulthood, so did Berserker, even though he was still technically older than you as they age slower, (say you were like 11 when you were a servant he was a bit bigger than you already but like a teen in their eyes, so like 30 something in human years don’t quote me on this I’m so sleepy), when you were brought up to age, you and those in your same age group, were brought up to the Elders chambers, which served as the meeting room. There they were designating where each of you will be sent, whether that be into slavery for life, or being sent off planet to be hunted.

When the Elder came to you, he held the marker covered in acid (much like the xenomorph blood used in Alien vs. Predator), a voice spoke up, that of the Berserker predator, who had grown rather large, larger than those who had made fun of him in the past, he had proven to his Elders in his time to be a mighty hunter and warrior, bringing honor and glory to the Hunters clan.

“Wait!”, he spoke up, causing the Elder to growl in his direction for interrupting this ceremony.

“What is it?”, Elder hissed in his direction,

“I wish to take her as my own,”

“To eat?”

“To mate”

It took a bit of convincing amongst the Elders to see if this was even allowed, but the oldest Elder, dubbed Vi’kor, spoke out on how in the past their kind has mated with those of different species before, often to create stronger hybrid offspring, adding to his argument that Berserker has proven himself time and time again on the battlefield, allowing him to have his pet is a suitable reward.

And like that, you were chosen by Berserker as a mate, he didn’t force himself upon you, but as tradition is important to them, the two of you were to go on a hunt together, somewhere off planet, and as the story goes, the two of you grow closer, perhaps it was the time he rescued you from a large bear tiger beast, or when you helped tend to the wounds he received while protecting you, but the two of you meshed together rather well.

The two of you staring into a fire, where his latest kill was being roasted over the fire, he didn’t prefer this cooked meat idea, but your stomach couldn’t handle raw meats such as these.

While tending over the fire, you began to poke at the meat, trying to see if the meat was cooked all the way through, suddenly feeling the graze of your mates fingers upon your back, you slowly turned your head to look at him.

“Yes?” you asked, turning to look at him

“You are very small...I could hurt you at any moment,” he replied, clicking his mandibles

“Yes you could,” you mumbled, feeling uneasy, and turning back to look at the meat.

While you did this, a second hand found its way around your waist, and you felt his chest press against your back, his odd attempt at a hug.

“I will protect you then,” he whispered into your ear

“Thank you...” you replied, touching his bicep with your hand.

That night, you were truly mated, your bond only growing stronger over the years, eventually as yautja do, he wished for offspring, but not wanting to lose you possibly from any complications, he took you to the best healers his clan had to offer. That year you were poked and prodded, bruises from bloodwork, and other types of medicines on your body, it all took a toll.

Laying in the nest of his chambers, a metal bowl that hovered above the ground, filled with pelts and furs, you lay, resting after another healer visit. You could hear the door open, and the heavy footsteps of Berserker enter. You didn’t dare move, you were too sore, too tired, you simple gave a whimper to acknowledge his presence.

“You are tired?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the nest, taking his large hand and brushing your hair back (or down if you have curly hair).

“I am very sore, but I’ve been sore before” you chuckled, turning over to look at him

“I am sorry...” he grumbled, taking his hand back

“It is okay, I’m doing this for you,”

“If it becomes too much, you can stop”

You smiled and placed your hand onto the hand that was on your head, rubbing your thumb against his wrist.

“I can handle it love”

He quickly stood up, and stormed out of the room, love was not a term that was used often in his native tongue, guilt washed over him, and he began to realize that he cherished you more than his desire for an offspring.

He was on his way to the healers quarters to call the whole thing off, but once he entered the healer greeted him calmly and informed that the tests were a success, and that you could carry a pup to term.

Excitement washed over him, as he rushed back to your shared home, throwing himself onto the nest with you, you jumped up startled.

“What is wrong?” you said, panic in your voice taking over

“You can carry my child!” he replied, pinning you to the bed, ready to take you in that moment

“Wait!” you gasped, as he began to reach for your lower skirt

“What is wrong?”

“It is my time”, you mumbled, embarrassed

Like a clock ticking it took him a moment to understand what you meant, and like bait in a trap, he understood.

“Very well, we will get you pregnant next month, but for now...”he growled reaching for your skirt once again.

And here you were currently, following humans who had in fact been born on Earth, those had seen war, those who committed crimes, some worse than others.

The group continued to walk throughout the forest, eventually forcing you to a clearing, familiar foliage became known and you felt your heart skip a beat as you realized you were closer to camp.

Feeling your excitement over take you, you began to quicken your pace, which surprised Isabelle, she took note of you, hoping maybe your head trauma was fading away. Someone else took note of your excitement, but not in a good way. Royce didn’t trust you, not one bit.

Soon the group came up to the trophy pillar, where disregarded trophies of past hunts were left behind as a remembrance. About a mile from the camp, the group and you were ambushed by a dead mans trap, before you could fall into a high tech bear trap, you felt an invisible hand grip your back, and pull you back, throwing you on your ass to the ground, while the others were scrambling to not get murdered.

You knew it was Tusk, who else could it be, he was watching over you. You began to scan the tree line looking for possible vantage points he could be hiding in. Your eyes landed on a large sturdy branch that was shaking, as if something large was on it.

Smiling you waited walked around the traps, trying to take note of any traps that might also be armed nearby.

As Edwin was freaking out, and Royce and Nikolai investigated the dead corpse who had set the traps that had just gone off, you could hear the sounds of familiar running steps. The sound of your beloved hunting dog panting could fill your ears, same as the rest of the groups. Isabelle quickly grabbed you, pulling you behind her, as they began to fire at the monsters you called your pets.

Berserker had gotten you a dog as protection when you often left their home station to forage in the nearby bramble for fruits and berries for yourself, you didn’t have a name for him, as you just called him your sweet.

Seeing the familiar face of your dog charging towards you, Isabelle lifted her rifle up to take aim at your dog, thinking quickly you pushed her gun into the air, causing the gun fire to miss him just barely. They had managed to shoot and kill one of the other dogs, but before yours could excitedly jump up at you to lick your face as he usually does, Falcon blew the whistle in the distance, sweet looking at you whimpering, and then retreating back into the forest.

The group began to argue, mad at what was going on, Isabelle was mad at you for shoving her gun away, but what could she do, you weren’t talking to anyone. Nikolai dragged one of the corpses into the center of the group for everyone to inspect.

“We’re being hunted” he said, spitting on the corpse, much to your annoyance.

“They sent the damn dogs after us!” Stans shouted, kicking dirt in any direction he could, and then his eyes landed on you again, you shuffled and hid behind Mombasa, who understood the assignment and placed his hand in front of you as protection.

Stans launched himself at Mombasa, putting his small knife to Mombasa’s neck, demanding one of of his weapons as protection. Mombasa, sliding his rifled between the two of them, threatening to end his life, along with his own.

Once the group calmed down a bit from realizing they were hunting game, you continued the walk towards the camp. Your impatience growing with every stop, first Isabelle wanted to show that they were in fact, not on Earth, Royce pointing out they had been there for hours, and it’s as bright as it was when they landed. Dread began to settle over the group, on everyone besides you that is.

Soon enough, you found the familiar markings of the Jungle Hunters clan pillars, and you began to smile wide as the thought of being with your love again began to wash over you.

But of course your joy was short lived, as Royce just had to go bother the young yautja that was chained in the center of the camp, he began to roar and growl at the sight of all these humans, and then his eyes settled on you, cursing you out in their native tongue. While everyone started freaking out, the familiar sound of clicking filled your ear, as you turned to see nothing, knowing your mate was close by, you began to walk away from the group, hoping to feel at home once again. But before you could step too far, Stans ran up and tried grabbing your arm to pull you back.

“Where the hell are you goin?” he snarled, his stupid face was first confused, but it was swapped with fear, as a plasma blast shot between the two of you.

Berserker had fired a warning shot at Stans, as a warning not to touch his mate, soon one by one Falcon, Tusk and Berserker began to turn off their cloaks, showing themselves.

“Shit!” Isabelle shouted, quickly running to your side, and grabbing your arm once again, and with the group, you all began to run away from the camp. You tried stomping into the ground, trying to stop them from taking you away.

“Why can’t you run?” she shouted, at you stopping for a second to scold you like a child.

Mombasa quickly rushing over to help, he grabbed you, and began to drag you with him, the familiar beeping in your breast cup started again, and you quickly pulled yourself away from Mombasa, as he was impaled by a spear trap, causing his gun to go off, a bullet barely grazing your leg, you sneered in pain and agony.

Nikolai quickly ran over, fireman carrying you off the camp, Berserker sending more firing shots in your general direction, trying not to harm you, but trying to scare them off of you. No one was paying any attention to where they were running off to, and soon you all ran off a cliff into a lake.

The cold water rushing over your body as the stinging pain of hitting water hit your body, you began to struggle under the water, Falcon had sent his drone over the waters to see if you were okay as her Alphas orders, once he saw you break the surface of the water, he took note of the rest of the humans and where they seemed to be heading and recalled his drone.

You weak attempts at swimming didn’t go unnoticed, as Royce grabbed the back of your collar, and threw you onto the ground on the shore bank.

“You know what those things are! The both of you!” he shouted towards Isabelle and you.

You didn’t say anything, as your leg was hurting. Nikolai came over and tore the bottom half of his shirt off, Edwin quickly rushing over and bandaging your leg, seeming to take too much time touching your skin, you felt fear rush over your body.

Isabelle sighed, and explained that before, when she was off in the jungles on Earth, her men and her had been taken off one by one, she was injured and it seemed to leave her alone, explaining that those who had seen the beast described it the same way that the young yautja looked.

Royce spit on the ground, and pointing at the rest of the group.

“No more secrets, especially from you” he snarled, pointing at you.

“She can’t even talk, let alone keep a secret, what could she know?” Isabelle stated, standing in between you to, as to protect you from Royce.

As the group continued on, the familiar red dots of a plasma rifle crossed over the whole group, Royce turning his face to look at the yautja mask that uncloaked before you.

“What the hell are you?” Royce whispered, not realizing that whatever this was, it was not in fact a yautja.

“I’m alive” he said, removing his mask to reveal that he, Noland, was in fact a human same as them.

Seeming to have no other options, the group and you followed Noland to his makeshift home, in the wreckage of left behind ships from many seasons ago. One by one Noland lead the group into his home, but stopping to give you a weird look.

Noland began to explain that he had been trapped on this planet for ten seasons, and each season they just send bigger and stronger yautja, stopping to look at you.

“I know you” he said, pointing at you with a shaky hand.

Your face began to burn red, as fear overcame your body.

“Wait you know her?” Edwin asked, turning his between the two of you

“Yeah I know her, I think, do you? No not that one the other one, now you’re just being stupid”, Noland replied, but he seemed to just have a conversation with himself.

“Earth to captain insanity” Royce snapped, “How do you know her?”

“Well, I haven’t see her per say, I’ve seen them talk on those wrist watches they got, little pictures hovering over their arms, sometimes they call others, one of them though, is really ugly, but always has this girl on his lap, kind of looks like her”

Like a lightbulb moment going off in his head Royce turned his gun to look at you. “That’s why you won’t talk! You fucking live with them don’t you! What are you? Like their pets or something?”

“Woah back off fucker!” Isabelle shouted, pointing her gun towards Royce.

You began to cry, tears stinging at your eyes, but that wasn’t the only thing stinging your eyes, as Noland had started a fire in an attempt to kill you all and take your equipment.

“Noland what the hell!” Royce yelled, everyone seemed to drop the issue at hand and move on to survival, Stans kicking down the at a loose wall panel. Everyone else was screaming, the beeper in your breast cup was beeping louder, trying to alert someone who was nearby of your location.

Nolan dies off somewhere because honestly fuck him girly pop.

Soon Stans screams and cries for help continued to echo along with each kick of the wall panel. After a bit, the smoke began to die down, Tusk had put out the fire nearby, the beeper got louder and louder, and when Stans ran over to you to see what that sound was, he shamelessly dug around in your breast cups, pulling out your tracker, holding it up for everyone to see.

“The bitch lead them right to us!” he shouted, turning to you quickly, punching you across the face, knocking you to the ground.

Isabelle quickly ran over, hitting him with the butt of her rifle, and kneeling down next to you.

“Knock it off, I’m sure she has her reasons,” she shouted

Stans was held back by Nikolai and Royce, everyone started yelling, and shame washed over you, and in typical fashion you bowed your head to the ground.

“I’m sorry!” you shouted, and silence was quick, as this is the first time anyone had heard your voice.

“Speak,” Isabelle said, rubbing your back, “Tell them you’re trapped here like us.”

“I am not! I am here with my mate! I did not mean to be here with you! I just...haven’t seen another human in so long, but I’m not supposed to interfere..”

“You fucking BITCH!” Stans shouted, spitting at your face, Isabelle looked at you, knowing she defended someone who potentially got them all killed.

Before anyone else could respond, you began to cry out.

“Tusk!” you sobbed out loud, and as soon as you finished you cry for help, the panel where Stans was kicking, suddenly was punched from the opposite side, knocking it loose, and then knocking it down.

A terrifying silence fell over the ship, as nothing came from the hole, and no one dared move. Seeing this as your chance, you quickly tried to rush to the hole, but when half your body managed to get halfway out, Stans broke off and stomped into your back, causing you to cry out in pain.

A roar could be heard echoing off the walls of the ship, and while everyone momentarily took in their surroundings, you quickly slipped past through the hole, and began to rush down the seemingly empty hall.

Royce, Nikolai, Isabelle, Edwin, Hanzo (I hate that they named him this), and Stans began to follow you. Eventually making their way out of the ship, you quickly ran into the fog ahead, knowing that Berserker would probably be waiting for you with open arms. Seeing that you’re trying to escape them, Stans rushes ahead, and tackles you to the ground, taking a fist full of your head, momentarily whispering vile things into your ear as you laid under him.

The rest of the group caught up and didn’t even try to pull him off of you, but they wouldn’t let him do anything too rash. While the two of you struggled against the ground, a roar echoed over the group.

Stans quickly, full of fear jumped off of you, you continued to cry in pain in the dirt. Before anyone's eyes, you seemed to float off the ground, bridal style. One by one Berserker, Tusk, and Falcon turned their cloaks off.

“Oh fuck,” Royce said, taking a step back.

You continued to cry into your mates shoulder, he quickly placed you on your feet, and with his large hands began to scan your body for injury, seeing the fresh bruise on your face from the punch, his finger gently tapped on your face, causing you to wince in pain, seemingly to ask, “Who did this?”

Through your tears, you pointed to Stans, and pulled Berserker close, whispering into his ear area (they don’t have ears), of how he had continuously touched your body, and the vile things he whispered to you just now.

A rage washed over your mates body, as he caressed your face with his large hand, he turned back to the ground, and roared towards Stans, taking out a small blade, firing it at Stans leg, making him scream out in pain, knocking him to the ground.

The rest of the group went to take a step back, but were stopped by Falcon and Tusk, as to make sure they were going to see their own fates soo enough.

While Stans was on the ground, he tried crawling towards you, as to beg for mercy, but as soon was his hands reached out and touched the hem of your skirt, your mate came up behind him, pulling his wrist bladed out, he hooked into Stans back, making him scream in agony as blood began to spill out of his mouth. Berserker raised Stans to the sky, pulling his blades back, causing his body to one again fall to the ground, Stans screaming in agony as blood began to flood the ground under him.

As a final statement of his status, Berserker reached his hands into the back wounds of Stans, gripping his spine, retrieving the trophy of Stans, his spine and skull. Raising it to the sky, and roaring into the night of his victory, Berserker made a show of making sure the rest of the group would see what he was capable of, Falcon and Tusk then moved back, allowing the rest of the group to run off into the night. Berserker turned to you again, and knelt down, holding the trophy out to you, as a gift.

Smiling you took it into your hands, blood coating your fingers, knowing this is his way of saying sorry, you took his hand into yours, and the four of you began to walk back to your camp.

Once there you took a needed rest in your makeshift shelter, Mombasa’s body still sitting in the trap as flies began to feast on his flesh. Laying down on the large fur that was laid out for you, you tried to close your eyes for a needed rest. But soon you began to feel the familiar pressing of your mates member, pressing into your back.

Turning over rather fast, you grabbed into your mates chest plate, pulling him onto of you. Oh you had missed him, he wasted no time ripping your skirt off of your body. Then tearing his loin cloth off of himself, exposing all of his length to you, forcing himself into your already wet entrance, pulsing himself into you repeatedly, over and over, feeling that you were not showing enough skin to his liking, he grabbed your breast cover, and tore it off of your body.

With every thrust of his torso, he watched your breasts wobble up and down with every thrust. You began to moan aloud, causing your mate to growl like a beast into the forest, Falcon and Tusk were currently sitting on the other edge of camp, pretending this wasn’t happening currently.

Berserker clawed into your legs, gripping you closer to him, he pulled you to sit up and look at him, but he still had that mask on.

“The mask.” you moaned, “Off please...”

He quickly ripped off his mask to show all of his face, his mandibles clicking, soft purrs emanating from his chest. Snuggling your face into his neck, he continued to thrust up into you, his hand grasping your butt with every thrust, his claws sinking into your skin, small droplets of blood began to drip out, but this was something you were used to. Whimpering into your mates ear, you could feel the pool of pleasure reaching its brim, you began to convulse as your orgasm shook you to your core, the tightening of your body sent your mate over the edge, and he reeled his head back in pleasure, roaring into the night sky.

Afterword, he laid you back down onto your furs, and began to pet your hair.

“I am sorry I let you get hurt, I failed you as a protector” he whispered

“It’s fine love, you’re here now that's all that matters.” you replied, tracing your hands across his chest.

Quiet purrs could be heard, he truly was happy you were back in his reach.

Everything seemed to be okay that night, you rested within the arms of Berserker, unknowing of the danger of the humans who lurked nearby.

They knew you were the key to them getting off planet, and they knew they had to get to you soon before Berserker took you away.

#Yaujta #yautja #yautja x reader #predator #predator x reader #2010 predator

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michelleleewise · 2 years ago

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So I have a prompt if you're willing.

So like a bunch I've seen in the past, what if Loki has a crush on the reader and doesn't know how to process his feelings. So he picks on her, pulls pranks on her, and just being kind of mean to her. But of course Loki doesn't see it that way. Instead of the reader standing up for herself or trying to beat him at his own game, she gets really down on herself. Being picked on reminds her of her bullies from highschool and all the bad feelings come back. She starts to isolate herself, grows quiet, and starts skipping things if she finds out Loki's going to be there. It isn't until Nat (or whoever) sets him right, that he realizes what he's been doing to her. Is it too late to save this could be relationship?

I would like a happy ending but plenty of angst. Feel free to say no if you don't want to. 💙🖤💚💜

Hiiiiiiiiii!!!! Sorry this took 500 years for me to get to!!!! But I'm here now and let's set this angstfest on its way!!!! Hehehe. Thank you so much for sending this to me!! I hope you enjoy!! 💚💚💚💚

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The Angel and the Fool

Pairing: Avenger Loki x female reader

Warnings: teasing, bullying, crying, depression, self deprecating thoughts, self esteem issues, body insecurities, loki being an idiot, nat being a good friend.

Summary: you and Loki had been friends for awhile, but recently his behavior towards you changed dramatically....

A/n: aaahhhh!!! This absolutely got away from me!! Lol sooooo it's a super long read, not sure how many words lol and a very very special Thank you to @mochie85 for all of your support and being my beta with this and and all your amazing thoughts!!!! Thank you!!!!! 💚💚💚 aaaand a new pic!!! 😁💚

You stood at the kitchen counter waiting for the world's slowest coffee machine to finish "all that money and stark can't even get a fast machine." You sighed leaning your elbow on the counter when you heard voices coming from the hallway "I told you brother, I was the one who broke up with her" Thor's voice boomed through the room like the thunder he was known for "whatever you say thor." Loki's smooth voice followed after. Looking up seeing the bane of your existence patting his brother on the shoulder as they walked into the kitchen. "Ah lady y/n, how are you?" Thor asked smiling as he reached into the cupboard grabbing a box of his pop tarts "I'm fine, how are you?" You asked as the coffee machine finally beeped signaling it was done.

"I am quite well thank you, we are headed to the training room." He said setting the box down next to you when you finally took stock of what they were wearing. Thor in his red shirt and black joggers when your eyes met Loki's, the smile on his face sending a shiver through you as your eyes traveled down seeing his tight black tank hugging every muscle he had. Biting you lip seeing his exposed arms, tracing the veins down to his long yet delicate fingers "your staring again darling." He purred snapping you out of your trance "sorry." You whispered grabbing the sugar bowl you began sweetening your coffee "I would be careful with that if I were you." Loki said making you look up at him "why is that?" You asked holding the spoon over your cup. "Well its just you mortals and sugar, i have heard it adds to the waistline does it not?" He asked smiling as his eyes traveled down your body.

"What..." you started when he raised his hand "I know it is not your fault, your weak mortal form cannot handle what we can." He said smiling again flexing his large pectoral muscles. Dropping the spoon you looked down at yourself, you knew you had put on a few pounds...being Pepper's assistant left Iittle time to make home cooked meals so a lot of your food was take out or on the run. You adjusted your belt feeling your eyes burn "you can always join us in the gym, i would be happy to...assist you." loki purred again. Looking up seeing he was still focused on your body "t..thanks but I..." you trailed off putting your cup in the sink

"I need to go, maybe I'll see you guys later." You said quickly leaving the room before he could say anything else. You made it to your office, flopping in your chair with a huff. "Does he think im fat?" You asked yourself straightening your back you looked down at your soft middle, poking it with your finger sighing. "Maybe a diet wouldn't be a bad idea." You said to yourself turning on your computer trying to get to work but Loki's words kept echoing in your head. You leaned back in your chair feeling a tear stream down your cheek. You had admittedly had a crush on the god practically since you were hired, and through your work with them you had grown closer to him, you could say you were friends. But the last few weeks he's seemed to go out of his way to point out every imperfection you had. You sighed closing your eyes deciding to go shopping after work to buy new clothes and a variety of green leafy things.

A few days later you once again stood in the kitchen placing various fruits and vegetables in a blender. Nat had told you about a smoothie that could help you lose weight when you saw Loki walking into the kitchen looking like be just rolled out of bed. His hair was a disheveled mess, the muscles of his bare chest flexing as he ran a hand through it "Hello little mortal, what are you up to now?" He asked walking to the fridge grabbing two bottles of water making your heart plummet "nothing." You said quietly continuing your work. "Mmm, and the change of wardrobe?" He asked gently tugging on the end of your overly large blouse "stop it." You snapped swatting his hand away hearing him laugh. "Did we wake up in a mood darling?" He asked taking a seat on the stool in front of you. "Dont you have a guest to get back to?" You sneered pointing at his second water bottle "She will be fine, this is much more entertaining." He smiled grabbing a strawberry from your pile taking a bite as he stared into your eyes.

You felt your heart sink at the confirmation, the familiar burning in your eyes returning "I'm not here to entertain you Loki." You growled when his bright emerald eyes met yours "but you do it oh so well." He purred biting into another strawberry. You sighed, closing your eyes fighting back the tears that were threatening to expose you when you heard a pair of heels clicking against the tile floor "there you are, you just left me alone." A woman's voice sounded through the room making your eyes shoot open, a tall thin redhead sauntered up to the counter placing a perfectly manicured hand on Loki's bicep "apologies, I became distracted." He said not taking his eyes off of you. "Oh, is she making us smoothies?" The woman asked excitedly as she took the seat next to him. "I do not know, are you y/n?" He asked, a smirk spreading across his face as you placed the last of the ingredients in the blender

"well she's your assistant isn't she? Why else would she be here with you?" The woman laughed as you turned on the blender hoping to drown her out when you saw the lid of the blender begin to glow "what the..." you were cut off as the lid flew off and the entire contents of the blender shot out and all over your shirt, gasping as the cold liquid seeped through to your skin "oh dear...it seems you will need to change that hideous shirt." Loki's voice entered your consciousness as your eyes shot to his seeing him laughing with his "date". you grabbed a towel trying to get as much of the green concoction off you as you could, tears welling in your eyes "green really is your color darling" Loki purred making you sigh.

You threw the towel in the sink seeing the redhead pressed against his arm laughing when you looked at him, his eyes roaming your now drenched shirt "i...I need to go." You said quickly heading towards the hall when Nat walked in "y/n, what happened?" She asked seeing your ruined shirt "nothing, just..." you said looking over your shoulder seeing loki had turned still watching you "just a blender mishap, I'm fine." You said stepping around her when she grabbed your arm "y/n, are you ok?" She asked, her eyes boring into you. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" You asked as nat glanced back into the kitchen seeing loki and the redhead "y/n.." She started when you pulled your arm free "I said im fine nat, i...I have to go pepper is waiting." You said quickly turning to the elevator before she could say anything else.

You stepped in pushing the button, as the doors closed you finally allowed the tears to fall. Any inkling of a hope you had for you and Loki had just been crushed under the reality of your life you would never be good enough. Your mind went back to the woman he was with, she could have been a model, an actress. You had to admit she was beautiful when your mind went back over the last few weeks with Loki, his constant comments about your weight, your clothes, the time you tried to add a little makeup to your routine hoping he would notice, but his reaction crushed you "aren't clowns supposed to be in the circus?" He had asked shaking his head. Every off handed comment, every slight against your appearance drudging memories long buried..."if you lost a few pounds maybe a guy would be interested"..."is face transplant surgery a thing? Because you need one."..."what guy in their right mind would go out with you." You made it to your office, thankful you kept an extra shirt in your desk for just in case situations you quickly changed, tossing the soiled shirt into your bag as you flopped down into your chair. "I thought we were atleast friends." You said to yourself wiping the tears from your cheeks when you heard a knock on your door

"Hey y/n, we have a meeting with the team, we gotta go." Pepper said smiling "is...is Loki going to be there?" You asked grabbing your pen and a pad of paper "yeah, it's an all hands meeting about the new protocols for missions." She said "umm, I'm really not feeling very well...can I skip this one?" You asked as she stepped in closing the door "what's wrong y/n?" She asked sitting across from you "nothing, I'm fine." You said looking down at your desk "I Just don't feel well, that's all." You said looking back up seeing her eyeing you "well ok, why don't you take the rest of the day off and I'll see you in the morning." She said standing back up. "Thank you Pepper, I really appreciate it." You said quickly gathering your things "you know you can talk to me right, if you need to?" She asked opening your door "yes, thank you but I'm fine." You said seeing her nod "ok, I'll see you tomorrow." She said walking out closing the door behind her.

You grabbed your bag, turning your lights off you locked the door to your office before heading downstairs hoping you could slip out undetected. You made it to the common room when a familiar voice sounded behind you "where are you off to little mortal? We have a meeting" Loki asked making you freeze "i...I'm not feeling well so I'm going home." You said not turning around "well do try to eat some vegetables, not that chocolate you like so much." He said hearing him take a step closer to you "you know what they say, it's goes straight to your thighs." He purred next to your ear making you look down "I have to go Loki." You said quickly walking to the nearest exit when you heard Thor "come brother, everyone is waiting." You turned to see Loki still looking at you as Thor patted his shoulder. Putting your head down you pushed the door open and headed for the car park. Throwing everything in the back you climbed in turning the key you looked down at yourself, sighing you put your car into gear and headed home, and away from Loki.

Loki's pov-

Loki quickly closed the door to his room and headed for the kitchen. Looking at his watch, smiling at the memory of when you gave it to him "there, now you won't be late anymore." You had said as you handed him the green velvet box, a large smile spread across your beautiful face as he opened it seeing the green iridescent face and gold hands ticking away, the black leather strap surrounding a tiny green pillow. He knew right then that his feelings for you went beyond comrodery, surpassing friendship into....something else, something he hadn't ever felt before. He quickened his pace knowing right now you would he in the kitchen messing with that odd machine that makes your coffee every morning. It had been two weeks since the incident with the smoothie and his conscience had been eating at him ever since.

He wanted more, he longed to hold you in his arms and never let you go but you always kept him at arms length, shying away when he attempted his usual method of flirting, but he couldn't resist the pull you had on him so he kept at it...kept pushing. But he knew that day in the kitchen he had gone too far, as much as he loved seeing you flustered and the things your drenched shirt did to him as it clung to your breasts he also saw the sadness in your eyes, the tears threatening to spill over as you stormed towards the hall. He was about to go after when he saw you talking to the widow, who shot him a glare that sent ice up his spine before you were gone again. He had hoped to catch you in the meeting, pull you aside and finally confess but you had fallen ill, leaving again before he had a chance.

Glancing at his watch again he began to jog down the hall, he had tried to catch you everyday since but you always evaded him, never staying in the kitchen too long and he wasn't allowed on the upper floors where your office was, some nonsense about his probation and secured areas when he made it to the kitchen, sighing seeing you standing there with Thor. He furrowed his eyebrows taking in your appearance, your clothes were baggier on your small frame then normal, your long beautiful hair that framed your face so perfectly was pulled back into a messy bun, dark circles encompassed your once bright eyes that now seemed distant, the sparkle that was there now dimmed. "This truly is an odd contraption." Thor's voice pulled him from his trance as he saw you smile but it didn't reach your eyes.

He took a small step in when your eyes shot up to his, your body going rigid as you stared at him "ah brother, lady y/n was showing me how she makes coffee." Thor said taking a sip from his cup "I must say it is quite good, you should try some." He said walking around to the other side of the island sitting on a stool "i...I have to go, you can show him Thor." You said quickly grabbing your cup you began walking to the elevator "y/n, may I..." he was silenced as you turned, the look in your eyes sending a shiver through him "I can't talk Loki, i...I have to get to work." You said, all emotion gone from your voice "but I...I just wanted to..." loki trailed off looking to his feet "I am sorry for the day in the kitchen, with the blender." He said fidgeting with his fingers "it's fine, don't worry about it." You said, the same coldness in your tone as he looked up at you "it's not the first time, and it won't be the last." You said taking a step back towards the elevator "but y/n..." he started when you held your hand up "I need to go." You said quickly turning and before he could say anything else you were gone.

He returned to the kitchen to see Thor staring at him "what was all that about?" He asked sipping his coffee "I need to speak with her but she had to go." Loki said setting the kettle on the stove. "Mm, well there is the party stark is throwing tonight, I'm sure the lady will be there, she goes to all of them." Thor said matter of factly "Thor, I never thought I would say this but you are a genuis." Loki said turning the stove off heading towards his room. The party, how could he forget the party! He thought as he walked in heading to his closet he pulled his black suit out, laying it on the bed going to his dresser he pulled out his black silk shirt and vest laying them next to his suit. "I will ask her to dance with me and then tell her." Loki said to himself grabbing a towel heading into the bathroom "tonight y/n, you will finally be mine." He said, smiling to himself as he turned the water on and began to prepare for tonight.

Straightening his suit he walked into the large overcrowded room. The music booming through the speakers made his head throb as he skirted his way through the throngs of people, looking around hoping to catch a glimpse of you as he made it to the bar. He looked up and down but saw no sign of you at all "what'll you have?" The bartender asked snapping him back "oh, um whiskey please." Loki said looking back out to the large crowd "maybe she isn't here yet?" He said to himself as the bartender set a glass of amber liquid in front of him. "Ah Loki, I wasn't sure you would be here." He heard next to him, turning his head to see none other then the widow taking a seat on one of the stools "yes well, I am here looking for someone." He said glancing back out "oh I'm sure you have no shortage of "dates." She airquoted making him raise an eyebrow at her. "What does that mean?" He asked leaning on the bar.

"Nothing, just rumors of your conquests have definitely traveled through the tower." She laughed making him sigh "Hmm yes, I have heard." He said looking out to the crowd again "do you think y/n is running late?" He asked making her raise her eyebrow this time "why so interested?" She asked crossing her arms "no reason, I was only curious." He shrugged sipping his drink "Mm, if i didnt know better i would say you were more then curious." Nat said as she turned ordering her drink "and what pray tell makes you think that?" He asked seeing her smile "I am going to tell you something I probably shouldn't, but needs to be said." Nat said grabbing her drink

"I know you and y/n are friends, well were until as of recently." She said sipping her drink "but I know a person in love when I see them, reading people is what I do." She said seeing Loki's eyes widen "see, what you need to try to understand about our y/n is she has a very large heart, she cares alot." Nat continued seeing loki nod "but shes been through alot, people have not treated her with the same kindness she gives. And what you said to her....and before you ask yes i know about all of it." She said quickly before he could interupt "honestly, it devastated her. The last two weeks she hasnt been herself, she wont talk to anyone, she refuses to go to meetings." She sighed shaking her head "all im saying is, if you dont feel the same about her just tell her, but stop messing with her, she doesn't deserve it." Nat snapped standing from her stool. "Have a nice evening Loki." She said making her way back into the crowd.

Loki mulled her words over in his head what have i done? He thought as he downed his drink and began heading to the exit when the same redheaded woman from that day found him "Hey handsome, care for a dance?" She purred rubbing his arm "no thank you, I must be going." He said walking around her "I thought maybe we could have another sleep over, get to know eachother better." She said grabbing his bicep "apologies but I'm afraid the answer is still no, I...I have met someone." He said seeing her nod "lucky girl." She smiled removing her hand "I'll see you around." She smiled walking back into the crowd as Loki let out the breath he was holding. Now he just had to find a way to get to you and talk to you, tell you everything once and for all and he knew exactly how he was going to do it.

He continued walking through the crowd when he heard a familiar laugh, looking up seeing Thor on the balcony of the vip section, rolling his eyes seeing him swinging his precious hammer around when his eyes landed on you. "Y/n..." he sighed taking you in. Your hair was gently curled cascading down to your shoulders, the floor length powder blue dress hugged your beautiful body perfectly, the long slit landing at the middle of your thigh made his heart race as you shifted, exposing your supple skin. His hands clenching into fists thinking about how badly he wanted to run his hands up and down those beautiful legs as they were wrapped around him, squeezing him as he gave you everything he had...worshipping you exaclty how you deserved.

Shaking his head he adjusted his slacks that had suddenly become very tight as he pulled his phone out, dialing the number he wanted he looked up watching Thor set his hammer down before pulling out his own device "ah brother, where are you?" Thor asked looking around the room "Thor, may I have a word?" Loki asked as their eyes met "meet me at the bar." Loki said hanging up quickly heading back to the bar when a large hand landed on his shoulder "loki, is everything alright?" Thor asked leaning on the bar. "Brother, I have a favor to ask." Loki said looking back to the balcony, Thor following his gaze nodding "tell me what you need." Thor said seeing Loki smile.

You stood off to the side, wondering how you let nat talk you into coming tonight. You pulled at the dress that she had loaned you. It was too tight, the neckline definately too low as it traveled down between your breasts, the only thing holding it in place was the thin strip of material traveling behind your neck, and the slit was definitely too high. You felt exposed as you shifted on your feet trying to hold your breath. You watched Thor bow before walking down towards the bar. Looking around you bit your lip, the only reason you had agreed to come was because you knew Loki wouldn't be up here. "The vip section." You laughed to yourself seeing nat had rejoined wanda, Steve was laughing with bucky, the other agents you had seen on your floor mingling...they deserved to be here, they were heroes... they were beautiful and here you were, the ugly duckling among the swans. You looked down sucking in your stomach trying not to stretch the dress when a voice next to you made you jump.

"Well hello gorgeous, can I buy you a drink?" You turned your head seeing Matt, the agent who had the office next to yours smiling at you. "Oh...I have one, but thank you." You whispered watching his eyes travel down your body. "Hmm, well we could get out of here, I don't live too far." He winked smiling "um, no...thank you though." You offered a smile sipping your drink. "Women don't usually turn down a night with me, you sure you won't reconsider?" He asked again stepping into your space "t..thank you for the offer but yes I'm sure." You said taking a step back. Yes he was attractive, very much so but you barely knew him and there was no way you were gonna let him see you naked. You cleared your throat looking back out into the crowd when you heard him laugh "Ya know you clean up pretty nice, I was honestly surprised to see you had brushed your hair." He laughed sipping his drink. "I...um thanks?" You said looking down.

"you actually look kind of decent." He laughed again eyeing you. "Mm...it's like those movies where the ugly girl puts on a dress and makeup and suddenly she isn't AS ugly....that's what you remind me of." He said. You felt the familiar burning in your eyes, closing them as he went on "but you know what they say, put lipstick on a pig and it's still a pig." He laughed louder when a loud thump made your eyes shoot open, looking over seeing Matt pinned against the wall, Thor holding him by the throat "you will not to speak to her that way." Thor said sternly leaning down coming face to face with him "apologize...now." Thor growled as Matt's eyes widened. "I...I'm s...sorry." he choked out, his eyes not leaving the massive blonde "Thor...stop." you said grabbing his arm but there was no way you could make him budge when his eyes met yours, the anger that was there softening as he looked back at Matt

"you will never speak to her again, am I understood?" Thor said growled into Matt's face as he nodded "go, before I change my mind." Thor said tossing him to the floor watching him scurry away. "Thor?" You whispered when he turned back to you. "Are you alright my lady?" He asked stepping closer "yes, i...im ok. Thank you but you didn't have to do that." You said looking down. "He had no right to say those....horrible things to you y/n." He said as you shook your head "no he's...he was right, I don't belong here." You breathed looking up seeing Thor's eyes wide "what ever would make you think that?" He asked crossing his arms "don't play dumb Thor, you know as well as everyone else." You sighed looking out to everyone having fun

"they're strong, beautiful, they could take anyone in the room home with them." You said fidgeting with your glass "i...I'm not any of those things." You said feeling a tear slide down your cheek "i never will be, because no matter what I do I always be me...fat, ugly me." You sighed setting your drink down "I think im gonna head home for the night." You said looking to the floor as you walked around him "y/n, wait." He said grabbing your wrist "do you truly see yourself as such?" He asked making you laugh "it's what I've always been told. Even your brother has made it abundantly clear that I am...how did he put it...oh yes a clown that needed to join the circus." You said feeling a lump form in your throat "and you know the pathetic thing?" You asked finally looking up into his eyes "i...I love him...and I will never be good enough for him." You huffed a laugh remembering the day in the kitchen.

"Y/n, my brother is an idiot...a fool." Thor said taking a step closer to you. "You have to understand, when we were younger...on Asgard he had no shortage of attention, men and women would happily bend to his will, do anything he asked of them to be his...to be in his favor." Thor said looking down "and those who didn't he would break them down, make them feel less then to get what he wanted...regardless of how selfish it was." Thor continued, his hand sliding down to yours "and here...on Midgard it has been much the same, I was never lacking attention and i...I let it go to me head." Thor said looking up into your eyes "i?...what do you mean i?" You asked furrowing your eyebrows watching Thor shake his head "are you feeling ok Thor? Do you need to sit down?" You asked squeezing his hand "no! I'm not...i have wronged you, and how i treated you...." he snapped, trailing off looking around.

"Come with me." He said pulling you along behind him. Running to keep up with his long strides "Thor, where are we going?" You asked as he pulled you into a secluded corner away from everyone "if I didn't know better I'd think you were going to kill me." You laughed as he pressed your back against the wall "umm...Thor?" You stuttered when you saw him close his eyes, a green light washing over him when suddenly Loki was in his place "Loki!? What..." you were cut off by his hand gently covering your mouth "shh...I cannot be up here." He said lifting a finger to his lips. "I needed to speak with you and this was the only way." He whispered lowering his hand from your mouth

"what...why?" You whispered back as he placed his hands on your shoulders "y/n, is that truly where your feelings lie?" He asked, his hands slowly sliding down your bare arms "i...you...i know..." you trailed off, closing your eyes remembering what you just confessed to "thor" "Loki i..." He cut you off again by his finger pressed to your lips, his deep green eyes boring so deep into yours you were afraid they would consume you. You lifted your hand gently grabbing his wrist moving his hand "yes Loki...it was the truth." You whispered seeing tears well in his eyes. "I know you don't feel the same, I'm sorry I ruined our friendship its just...."

you were cut off again, all coherent thought leaving you as his lips pressing to yours, the hand you were holding reaching up to cup your cheek as the other slid around your side to your back pulling you closer to him. Gasping feeling his fingers touch the bare skin of your back when you felt his tongue slip between your parted lips, moaning into his mouth tasting the whiskey on lips as you returned the kiss, tilting your head as his hand slid to your hair holding you to him. The kiss was everything you had ever imagined and more. It was dominating and all consuming, and you never wanted it to end. Wrapping your arm around his middle you pressed yourself as close to him as you could, your nails digging into the back of his suit jacket when he pulled back slightly, nibbling your bottom lip as he pressed his forehead to yours, your breath mixing together as you tried to regain your composure.

"I...I owe you an apology y/n." He panted tightening his grip around your waist "I owe you so much more then that." He said lifting his head looking into your eyes "i...I don't understand Loki." You said searching his eyes for an answer. "Y/n, my sweet, beautiful little mortal i..." He trailed off looking down "I have never been the best at expressing my emotions, and in truth as a prince of Asgard i...i never took into account others feelings, i was selfish and took what i wanted however i wanted" He said looking back up at you "I know it is no excuse for how I have treated you, but after hearing that pathetic boy say those things to you." He growled "I see what I have done to you, how I've made you feel and I....I am ashamed of myself for everything I put you through." He said, a tear streaming down his cheek as he looked down again.

"The truth y/n is...that I love you, I have loved you for so long." He whispered "and I was afraid you would never feel the same for the would be invader of your realm, but I simply couldn't get enough of you...of your bright smile, your kindess, of your attentions, i craved it...so in my selfishness I teased and mocked, as I had done so many times before hoping to get even the slightest reaction...a smile, a snide remark...but I watched you slowly pull away from me, hiding yourself away in your office, the spark inside you slowly dying and i...y/n I can never apologize enough for my behavior." He said looking up, your heart breaking seeing the tears steaming down his cheeks. "D...do you think you could ever forgive me?" He asked, his voice shaking as his lip quivered. You lifted your hands, cupping his cheeks seeing his eyes close "Loki.." you whispered, your thumbs wiping the tears from his cheeks as he slowly opened his eyes.

"Please y/n, let me take you out...allow me to treat you as you deserve...to worship you as the goddess that you are." He whispered wrapping his fingers around your wrists. You smiled looking deeply into his eyes "all you had to do was ask." You said seeing him return the smile "oh my perfect, sweet y/n." He sighed gently placing a kiss on your lips before wrapping his arms around you pulling you to his chest, his large hand holding the back of your head as he rocked you back and forth. "I'm sorry...so so sorry." He whispered into your hair. "It's ok Loki, I forgive you." You said into his chest, squeezing his middle tightly. "What did I do to deserve you?" He asked kissing the top of your head.

"You made a mistake, but you learned from it." You said pulling back to look at him "and you apologized...who am I to hold a grudge?" You asked seeing him smile "you are truly an angel sent from the heavens." He said cupping your cheek "come, allow me to take you to dinner, where we can talk more privately." He said stepping back "ok, let me get my coat." You said as he wrapped his arm around your waist you walked through the room towards the exit, glancing over seeing nat you waved as she winked lifting her glass when you caught Loki mouthing something to her. "What did you say?" You asked as he smiled down at you "oh, I was thanking her." He said squeezing you tighter "for pointing out how much of an idiot I had been." He said grabbing the door holding it open for you "after you my angel." He said, making you blush as you walked past him, feeling his fingers twine with yours you squeezed, smiling to yourself and for the first time in a long time you had hope.....

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chateautae · 4 years ago

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work out for me | kth. (m)

banner by my lovely @kithtaehyung

➵ summary : interrupting your boyfriend's workout session was either the best mistake you made, or the worst.. especially for your legs.

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre : established relationship!au, boyfriend!tae, workout!tae, pwp, filthy smut, maybe fluff if you squint real hard

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 6.6k

➵ warnings : swearing, thigh-riding, obedience/power play, pussy playing, cum tasting, finger sucking, katoptronphilia (getting nasty in front of a mirror), slight exhibitionism, big dick!tae, reverse cowgirl, chocking, breath play, breast fondling, begging, loads of dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up loves), semi-public (?) sex (they’re still alone), penetrative sex, against a mirror sex, rough sex, biting, scratching, praising, crying, one brief use of daddy, creampie, light squirting, restraint, a pussy slap :D (honestly tae’s a whole demon in this)

➵ a/n : so i think everyone remembers the meltdown i had on my blog over tae’s vlog fucking working out so here’s a manifestation of my filthiest dreams ✨ special thank you to my beta-reader @nightapple4jk !! dedicated to my boo @hantaev 💓 enjoy lovelies :)

➵ song : “work out” by j. cole

God, you took your time with this one. He’s one of your favourites, isn’t he? It would surely explain the paradox that is how an ethereal man like Taehyung exists.

And please, do provide an explanation. Provide an explanation for how you could’ve crafted him a gorgeous face with perfectly chiseled features, given him a dualistic personality that was the optimal balance of sugar, spice and everything nice. Please provide an explanation for how you could’ve given him the sweet smile of an angel but the fucking capabilities of a demon.

And please, please supply the one explanation you needed most in this cruel world, which was how you could’ve possibly allowed a man like Taehyung to start working out.

It was unfair, downright cruel to already be subjected to watching Taehyung look incredibly sexy when he focuses on his work, melt over him playing with his adorable dog Yeontan or submit immediately when he touches you in bed.

But now? All your eager eyes could see was your boyfriend concentrating on himself in the mirrors lining the private gym room, occasionally swearing and huffing out as he lifts his weights.

And God, you could not keep still.

It was far too easy to feel yourself figuratively drool seeing his back muscles flex as he exercises his chest, chew on your lip as you watch his face contort sexily, catch view of the light sheen of sweat that coats his sculpted body.

The instant killer was his Godforsaken attire, adorning a black t-shirt that he had the habit of cuffing up to reveal his biceps, and wearing the extremely lethal, infamous grey sweatpants.

And for a well-endowed man like Taehyung, grey sweatpants were extremely fatal, especially when he was gloriously manspreading his long, muscular legs and all you could feast your eyes on was the delicious outline of his gracious length.

Yeah, your core instantly ignited.

You mindlessly bit down on a finger of yours, gazing at him in lust-filled awe as you remained perched against the doorframe of the room. It was well into the night now, where of course, only your determined boyfriend was in search of some gains in the work out facility your apartment building offered.

It wasn’t long before your ogling melted into a horny haze when Taehyung began utilizing the pec-deck, drawing his broad chest outward and breathing rhythmically as he brought his hands in front, only to release them backwards.

He does this for however long you remained standing with your panties dampening into a mess, toes curling in your shoes as the machine causes him to offer his lap like it already isn’t your favourite seat.

You clamp down even harder on your digit, swallowing for any semblance of control as your senses go haywire, not even realizing your boyfriend had stopped. He leans over tiredly on his knees, body rising and falling as he catches his exhausted breath.

He nabs his sweat towel and drapes it around his neck, dewy lips hanging open as he exhales harshly, reaching for his cold water bottle. He takes a large swig, eyes falling to you as he brings the bottle down.

“Oh hey, babe,” Taehyung smiles, his adorable cheeks rising like bread, though the light trails of sweat trickling down the sides of his face make him appear like a full-course meal.

“What’s up? I thought you had to work on that dissertation.” He asks, jutting his tongue out to swipe his bottom lip. “Is your back hurting again? Do you need me to massage it?” He inquires sweetly before he takes another gulp of water, and it’s extremely hard to not focus on the way the column of his throat downs the liquid.

You smile at his words, stepping inside the gym and shutting the door behind you. “No, I got lonely, so I went looking for my handsome boyfriend.”

A pretty grin frames Taehyung’s heart-shaped lips, elbows perched on his knees as he comes down from his previous exertions. “Shit.. I still have a set to do, kitten. I’m gonna be here for a little while.” He informs regretfully, kind eyes following you paddle to the machine beside him.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll wait for you.” You wave him off, seating yourself daintily on the equipment, excited eyes scanning him over when you plop down. His impressively larger pecs protrude from his t-shirt, his hair lightly mussed with sweat and the grey sweatpants still doing absolutely nothing to deter your building lust.

Taehyung looked fucking delectable right now, not that he always hasn’t. It’s just for the majority of the time you knew your boyfriend he was the kind of nuanced, calm man that never paid any attention to working out. He was fairly lean and maintained a taut figure, naturally broad in his own respect but never saw the significance of bodybuilding at all.

That was, until he earned his new promotion at work that spelled not only copious amounts of hours, but an unreasonable mass of stress. He crowned you his favourite stress reliver, always supporting him in whatever way you could; from a warm home-cooked meal to lazy sex on Sunday mornings.

But then, came working out.

Suddenly, Taehyung figured working out was the most effective way of blowing off steam, not to mention his new job made him feel like a “new man”, and so he desired to look like one too. The effect of his gym rat friends Jungkook and Namjoon also influenced him, though you really weren’t going to complain seeing your gorgeous boyfriend beef up in the last few months.

His biceps were evidently thick and meaty nowadays, chest and back area far more muscular and firmer than you remembered, and it only caused you to become weaker for your boyfriend; a horny, needy mess that craved him at all hours.

Not to mention how much easier it was for him now to throw you around like a rag doll and fuck you into oblivion.

“Alright, I won’t be too long, kitten.” He promises, rising from his seat to hook a palm on your arm, kissing your forehead before pecking your lips too.

You grow all giddy inside, feeling endeared as he gives your arm an assured rub before seating himself on the pec-deck, planting his feet on the ground as his large hands wrap around the handles.

His chest extends forward again, securing the equipment in his palms before drawing the machine close in front of him, only to let go in a timed manner. He continues working out his chest, pacing his breaths, which all should’ve been innocent in nature, though had you leering in fascination.

You’ve never actually watched his workout sessions before, though caught glimpses that were enough to light your core on fire. You knew if you actually paid attention one day, you’d be jumping his bones faster than you could complete a sentence.

And now here you were, watching your gorgeous, owner of a Greek God-like body of a boyfriend repeatedly grunting out as he lifts his weights, and it was the sexiest thing you could’ve ever witnessed.

The light glow of sweat on him didn’t help at all, not to mention the huffs and puffs and tempting way he bit down on his lip as he continued his reps. His grey sweatpants still weren’t manspread friendly, and you now gained an all-exclusive view as he remained outstretched and in your face, his tip prominently nestled against the fabric of his stupid pants.

You were growing more desperate by the second, his biceps repeatedly flexing, arms decorated with veins that attractively ran down his skin as he worked out his already broad chest, and now, you were itching for something to relieve the ache in between your legs.

Writing that tedious dissertation already exacerbated your frustration, stress piling up on your shoulders mountain-high knowing the due date was approaching, and you wanted nothing but to be taken care of by your hot boyfriend.

You rise from your seat, mind a horny mess as you saunter over in his direction, eyeing his entire sculpted figure.

His gaze finds you standing before him, speaking in between his reps.

“Baby.. what’s wrong?..” A deep grunt. “Are you bored?” He breathes evenly to maintain the session, so focused on tugging his weights, you gain the opportunity to lean over and wrap your hands around his wrists, drawing the machine back and stopping him.

“Y/N, what’re you-”

“You know.. you’re really sexy when you work out.” You say boldly, voice seductive. You slide over his taut forearms, feeling his prominent veins underneath his hot, sweaty skin before grappling onto his brawny biceps.

You squeeze at them, deliberately biting your lip as you eye him. “It’s fucking hard to control myself around you, baby, wonder what these big arms can do to me.”

Taehyung raises his eyebrows, rolling his tongue on the inside of his cheek. “Babe, what are you doing?”

“Nothing.” You feign innocence, gliding your hands over his chest and down his body, hooking them onto the tempting meat of his thighs as you glance at his lap, then at his coffee eyes.

“I’m just..” You swing a leg over him, straddling yourself on his muscular leg. “Having a seat.”

Your lips ghost his pulse point as you rock against him one glorious time, shuddering when your bud meets his thick thigh.

Taehyung’s still holding the machine open, on the edge of a scoff as he peers down at your needy little figure. “Baby, you know how I feel about you interrupting my sessions.” He lightly chastises, but you instead give him your one innocent, kitten-like look that leaves him a soft mess, draping your arms around his neck with a whine.

“But I want you, Tae. I need you.” You coo, gently rutting yourself over him and it sends your slick-ridden walls to clench, desperate for more. “Just this one time, baby.”

“Kitten, we can fool around after my workout. I’m almost done.” He informs with a firmer tone. “C’mon, off my thigh.” He instructs as he lightly pats your ass, anticipating your removal.

But you remain in place, and even dare to grind your hips further down on the meat of his thigh, exhaling tremulously when it pleasures your aching bud. You whine in response to him, drawing yourself closer to his sweaty, perfectly structured face. “But I want you now, Taehyung. I don’t need much, just wanna ride your thigh.”

You see the flash of softness that flickers in Taehyung’s eyes, but you also don’t miss the glint of warning that blankets them thereafter, locking his jaw hard as his deep, husky voice echoes in the room.

“It’s better you listen to me, baby, you know what I do to bad girls who don’t listen.” He cautions with a dangerous timbre, slowly drawing himself to your sensitive ear.

“I make sure they don’t walk the next day.”

Your skin blossoms with goosebumps, feeling electricity crackle through your aroused insides. You know how dangerous Taehyung can be when he’s like this, but there was something about his intimidating aura that made you want him more.

And so you dared to ignore him, beginning a grinding motion against his quads as you cling to him like a koala, burying your face into his neck. You moan shakily, the sensation in between your legs burning your core pleasurably.

You hear Taehyung chuckle under his breath, imagining a self-satisfying grin on his face as he removes his sweat towel. “My kitten needs me that badly, huh?”

You nod into his neck, hands sliding down to grasp his t-shirt against his chest as you increase your speed, chasing the bubbling sensation riding his thigh manifests. The feeling shoots through your insides, so taken by moaning against him you’re surprised when Taehyung’s large palms cup your ass, maneuvering your hips for you.

“You love my thighs, don’t you, baby? Like using them to get off?” He purrs right by your ear, the baritone of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

Taehyung’s muscular arms cage around you as he rocks your hips against his muscle, your breaths growing harder as you writhe and whine. Every delicious shuffle is hitting your clit in all the right ways you can’t help but bunch his shirt in your fists, sighing out in pleasure against his throat as Taehyung dips to press kisses to your exposed shoulder.

“Such a dirty girl, always distracting me when she gets all needy, huh? My needy, pretty little kitten?” He speaks huskily, the rumble of his chest, words of liquid lust and your constant rubbing lighting up all your erogenous zones. You can feel your climax building and Taehyung’s lips on your skin only adds to the thrill.

You lose precision in response, riding more frantically in pursuit of that sweet release you feel in the bottom of your stomach. Moans and groans spill from you ceaselessly while Taehyung senses your desperation, your neediness as you leak your essence through your underwear and thin leggings onto his sweatpants.

“Fuck, my baby’s dripping.” Taehyung’s cock visibly hardens with each heated second that passes, lost in you chasing your own pleasure on him.

“You’re doing so good, kitten, keep going.” He encourages, palms gripping your ass as your breaths grow harsher, latching onto his flexed triceps and rutting quicker.

“Kitten’s getting close, isn’t she? Gonna come all over my thigh?” Light groans spill from Taehyung’s mouth by your ear, tickling your skin as he gyrates your needy hips faster, rougher against his thigh as he feels your little pussy pulsing over his muscle.

He can feel the wetness of your slick soaking his pants, blood spiking to his dick feeling your sweet slick drip like honey. “Look at you making a mess, always so fucking dirty, aren’t you?”

You moan lewdly, Taehyung’s words only adding to your burning arousal as your insides twist tighter, raking for something to push you over the edge. “Taehyung.. Tae.. I’m close, I’m so close.”

“Fuck, you just love making a mess on me, don’t you? Go on, kitten, tell me.” He asks harshly, grinding you over him so senselessly you’re sighing obscenely into his neck, your entire body simmering with arousal as you grasp his sweaty muscles.

“I-ah!” You can’t speak, the pleasure wrecking your core so good your pussy walls are fluttering, engorged clit aching so hard your eyes shutter closed.

“Whose thigh are you using to get off, huh?” Taehyung growls against your hair, shoving you flush against him with each rocking motion. “Who’s my kitten so needy for?”

“You, Taehyung.. fuck. I-I need to come.” You’re losing your sanity the closer you get, so near the precipice your core’s weeping for more, to finally release days worth of tension.

You’re so in your head you’re moving more desperately than you normally would, unknowledgeable of how each moan is riling Taehyung up beyond comprehension, knowing your reason.

“My baby’s so stressed these days, isn’t she?” Taehyung gently strokes your back as you ride his quads. “She works so fucking hard, always does so much for me.” His voice is lust-laden though soft in nature, a comforting feeling washing over you as you lightly nod.

“It’s okay, let me take care of you, kitten.” He coos at you. “I know you’re close. Keep going, baby, keeping using my thigh. Wanna hear my little kitten come.”

He begins smoothing a warm palm over your lower back, another hand sneaking up to cradle the back of your head, holding you close to him as you rapidly rub your buzzing bud and gushing folds all over him.

“You’re not wearing anything underneath my sweater, right?” He asks, moving a hand to fiddle with the zipper.

“No.. I’m not.”

“Good,” He suddenly unzips the item harshly, exposing your naked front to him. “Now cream my thigh like it’s my cock, kitten.”

Taehyung darts towards your nipple in a flash, taking a pert bud in his mouth and begins suckling on you tastefully. The tip of his tongue lightly plays with your nipple as you sharply moan, licking your bundle of nerves so good you finally, finally get thrown over the edge with a lewd moan, lurching into him when the coil in your gut snaps.

You come all over his sweatpants, staining the grey material with your slick as you breathe harshly, your walls fluttering open and close as sweat glows on your fiery skin. Taehyung strokes your back through your climax, whispering sweet praises against the crown of your head. “That’s it, so pretty when you come, baby, so good.”

Your high slowly dissipates, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as you feel your body vibrate with post-orgasmic bliss. You’re a sticky mess in between your legs, coming up to peer at Taehyung with half-lidded eyes and press your lips to his, Taehyung happily sealing your mouths.

His fingers lightly massage your scalp as he kisses you sensually, lips leaving smacking noises before he’s prodding your mouth with his tongue, allowing him to enter.

His tongue slithers in and you heat up again, hands slowly snaking into his hair as you tug the dark locks, knowing the way it leaves Taehyung weak.

He groans into your mouth, stroking an ass cheek as the kiss gets intoxicating, seeing nothing but stars until Taehyung, disconnects from you, speaking gruffly against your lips.

“Now,” He suddenly tugs your hips over his crotch, gasping sharply at the oversensitivity. “It’s my turn, kitten.”

Suddenly, Taehyung latches both hands onto your waist and forces you off him, only to swivel you around and pull your back flush to his front, faltering into his lap.

You’re seated with a yelp, only left to see your entangled bodies in the gym mirrors as Taehyung wraps his muscular arms around you, chin resting on your shoulder as his lips ghost your neck, eyes peering devilishly into yours through your reflection.

“You know you’re a bad kitten, right?” The deep rumble of his voice leaves you shivering, Taehyung’s hand slowly gliding down your body inch by hot inch. “You interrupted my work out session when I asked you to wait, disobeyed me when I warned you what would happen.” He repeats your actions to you, fingers passing over your stomach and he’s at your abdomen, chewing your lip in anticipation.

“Tae.. I just-”

“Did you think I’d just let you go?” His tone’s scarily low, and he’s right above your slit, the thrill too much to speak properly. “I-I just wanted you, Tae.”

He laughs dryly, tucking your hair behind your ear to draw himself towards the shell, skimming you with his soft lips.

“Doesn’t mean you disobey me, kitten.”

Taehyung then suddenly slips inside your leggings and surpasses the band of your underwear, sliding down until he finally meets your folds and cups your gushing sex in his palm, hissing pleasurably at the sensation.

“My baby’s so wet and warm.” He begins rubbing against your sensitive nether lips, gathering your slick all over his calloused hands.

“Wonder what this pretty pussy will look like after I’m done playing with it.” Taehyung starts ministrations on your bare, weeping cunt, sliding his fingers through your folds as you shudder in his arms.

“T-Tae.. what if someone.. someone sees us?” You can’t speak coherently, not with the lethal pairing of his husky voice and gorgeous hands, all while seated in his lap as if he’s your throne.

Taehyung hooks onto your waistband and shoves your leggings and panties down, tugging them over your ass and exposing your palpitating pussy to the chilling air, feeling Taehyung’s growing bulge underneath burrow into your folds.

Taehyung spreads you wide open when he gets the items off, legs perched on his knees as he bares your core right in front of the mirror. You sigh automatically, cheeks tinted with a deep shade of peach as you see yourself in his arms, whining when Taehyung’s fingers begin rubbing your pussy like its a game he mastered ages ago.

He breathes a chuckle through his nose, entertained.

“Look at your little cunt, so pink and pretty for me.” He takes your earlobe between his lips, licking at the plushy flesh as he draws figure eights all over you with your essence, eyeing your panting figure in the mirror. “God, just wanna eat this sweet little pussy up.”

“Taehyung..” You sigh, his fingers working like magic. “S-someone will see us.” You warn him breathily, but Taehyung only enhances his movements, rubbing circles on your aching clit.

“Then they’ll see how good I make you feel.”

Your body goes into overdrive when he pries you open wider, stroking your thigh as you decorate him, feeling dainty and small caged in by his large, wide frame.

“Think you can get away with disobeying me, kitten?” He asks with a teasing lilt, relishing in your fucked out reflection in the mirror as you writhe in pleasure.

“Look at you, such a needy little mess for me.” He purrs, securing a hand on your hip as he kisses your neck, the other toying with your little bundle of nerves. He growls against your hot skin, fingers grasping you hard.

“Tug my sweatpants and boxers down.” He instructs, but you’re so hinged on his long, thick fingers working wonders you miss what he says. Your eyes are fluttering shut until Taehyung unexpectedly brings a hand down on your pussy and slaps it.

You gasp in shock, twitching as the pain sends sparks through your cunt. “Tae!”

“Obey me, kitten.”

The authority in his cadence echoes in the room, and you comply knowing what’ll occur if you don’t. You reach behind you and tug his bottoms down, Taehyung lifting himself up to assist you. They pool at his thighs, Taehyung bringing your bare pussy to the tip of his hardened length standing tall and proud, pre-cum glistening under the room’s lighting.

Your hips remain elevated until he guides you down, feeling the head of his member prod your pulsing hole and you shudder, his sinful ministrations on your clit euphoric. He swipes his fingers deeply in your fleshy folds and collects your slick, abandoning your pussy to pop his stained fingers into his mouth, licking up your essence as he hums.

“Mmm, my kitten always tastes so good.” He praises, soothing your tummy as he brings those same two fingers before your mouth, eyes staring into your very soul through the mirror. “Suck them.”

You listen, wrapping your mouth around Taehyung’s rough fingers and suckling on them, tasting remnants of your cum as your round, innocent eyes watch Taehyung smirk smugly. “Don’t you taste so good, baby?”

You nod with his digits in your mouth, sucking a little harder and Taehyung hisses pleasurably. He removes them, bringing both his veiny, masculine hands before you and tugging off the sweatband on his wrist, hitching your breath.

“Hands.” He orders, and you’re sputtering like an idiot. “I.. Tae, you don’t-”

“Hands.” He repeats, gulping down at the dangerous timbre in his tone and offering your hands shyly. Your naked boobs squish together as Taehyung takes the wristband and secures it tightly around both your small ones, restraining you.

He smooths over your forearms when he speaks domineeringly. “This is what happens when you disobey me, kitten.” Taehyung proclaims as he wraps both palms around your pretty hips, nestling your dripping folds against his leaking, angry tip again.

You sigh out immediately, hands already straining at the wristband. He draws towards your ear, tone so dangerous he leaves goosebumps in his sensual wake. “Now, you’re gonna be a good girl and ride my cock.”

Shivers tumble down your body, walls already pulsing feeling just his enourmous tip. You know how deep he’ll penetrate you if you sink down right now, slight humiliation tinging you being like this, lips quivering. “Tae..”

“Don’t be shy, baby.” Taehyung rubs both your hips, kissing underneath your ear. “It’s only me.” He says as you settle down, Taehyung etching comfort into you, instead sighing out at the sensation of his thick cock gliding against you.

“Beg me for it, baby.” He commands, gyrating you over him as he sighs. “Beg for my cock, how much do you need me, kitten? Tell me.”

“Fuck.. I need you so bad, Tae, so bad.” You whimper out, feeling his tip gliding against your core so teasingly you’re twitching. “I need you right now.”

“That’s not enough, more.”

You choke out a moan, his rubbing so torturous you’re losing your sanity. “Taehyung, baby. I-I can’t.. please, please let me have your cock. Wanna feel you drag inside me, fill me up so good, wanna come all over your big cock.”

He hums satisfyingly, smoothing over a hip affectionately as he plants a rewarding kiss to your shoulder.

“Good girl, now go down, baby.” He encourages, soothing your skin. “Lemme feel you bounce on my cock, fuck yourself on me like the needy little kitten you are.”

His words permeate you lustfully, meeting his onyx eyes through the mirror and you comply under his entrancing control. You bite your lip, bare breasts spilling out of Taehyung’s sweater as you lift your ass up.

You reach for his throbbing cock in between your spread legs, wrapping your tied hand around his shaft and positioning him with your weeping hole. You stroke him generously, watching yourself lewdly do so and growing hornier by the second.

“Go on, kitten, fit my cock into that tiny little pussy.” He encourages, sighing out at his words as you sink down and feel him compromise your hole. You moan shakily, feeling him intrude your plushy walls, Taehyung stuffing his face into your neck feeling your wet warmth hug around him in all the right ways.

“Fuck, so wet and tight, my baby’s always so tight for me, shit.” He grunts, boring his fingers into your hips when you swivel them experimentally. The drag of his large cock inside is already delicious, purposefully clenching your walls just to taste his massive size.

You continue soaking in his sizeable member until you bottom him out, moaning out together. He’s nestled so deep you can feel him nudging your stomach, Taehyung groaning out in gratification.

“Mmm, look at the way you take me. You were just waiting for me to fuck you, weren’t you?” You groan out sharply when Taehyung lightly buck his hips into yours, practically kissing your cervix as you speak out in a sexed over haze.

“Fuck, Taehyung, feel so full, you’re always so big, baby.”

He smiles contently, kissing the nape of your neck as you lift yourself up slowly, making sure you savour the burning drag of him inside before dropping back down, listening to your hips smack against his as he groans.

“That’s it, baby, keep going.” Taehyung purrs, smoothing your hips as you lift yourself until his delicious tip, only to slip down on him, hands bracing against your makeshift bondage.

Your legs are still pried open on Taehyung’s muscular ones, baring your naked pussy to the mirrors Taehyung eyes pleasurably. He sighs satisfyingly as you begin a light bouncing motion on his throbbing, thick cock, relishing in the heavenly spots he hits inside you.

Taehyung hisses pleasurably at the sight, quickly grabbing his sweater on you and entirely yanking open the item to see more, exclusively viewing the way your breasts jerk each time you maneuver up and down. He’s whipped for the sight of your cunt all stretched out around him, eagerly reverse cowgirling him as leans back on his palms, enjoying every last bit of this.

“Shit, this is so fucking hot, look at your pretty pussy taking me.” He moans out in pleasure, strong brows quirked with a shit-eating grin. “Taking me so fucking well, babe.”

“Fuck, Taehyung, you feel so good, so fucking good.” You moan, certain if anyone else were near the room right now they could hear your moaning mix with Taehyung’s deep sounds.

You set a faster pace, the largeness of his cock so thick you find pleasure in every vein dragging across your fleshy walls, leaning yourself forward to gain a harsher, faster momentum, fucking yourself onto his dick desirously as your skin slaps his.

The angle change serves attention to your aching bud, rubbing relentlessly against the material of his sweatpants and you shudder immediately. You gasp sharply when Taehyung suddenly slithers both his large palms up your body and cups your breasts, fondling them in his hands as he plays with your nipples.

You continue gyrating your hips, grinding and bouncing all over him. It’s all hitting your head hard, losing yourself in his elongated thickness, his girth that stretches you open so good you’re whining for more.

“Oh, fuck yes, kitten, just like that.” Taehyung emboldens you as he palms your breasts. “C’mon, baby, work out for me, fuck yourself deeper.”

Taehyung then begins thrusting himself up into you as he savours the wet warmth of your sweet pussy. He holds you securely in place as groans deeply, his preliminary strokes melting into strong, hard thrusts.

You reciprocate and fuck him back deep, forcing yourself down in tandem with him until he’s burrowing a home in you, his shaft brushing your g-spot so good butterflies bunch up in the pit of your stomach, veins coursing with adrenaline so hot it’s easy to burn.

Your head dips in exhaustion, breathing out tired moans as your restricted hands leave your legs carrying all the burden. Your eyes are fluttering shut until you feel Taehyung secure a hand underneath your jaw, squeezing your throat and forcing you to look at yourselves in the mirror.

“No, you need to see how needy you are for my cock. How good I fuck my little kitten.” He speaks roughly, grunting as he propels into you from underneath and enjoys how breathy you get, taking his constant fucking like a champ.

“Tae.. I-fuck!” You swear when he thrusts particularly deep, hammering into your already battered pussy as your walls ache, clench as they rake for another orgasm.

“You love my dick, don’t you? So hungry for my cock? Want me to fuck up your insides? Rearrange your guts?” He growls in a fucked out haze, beginning to suck on your neck as Taehyung unhinges himself, pounds into you from underneath until he’s hitting all your insides.

You’re so hot and bothered words spill from your mouth, face flushed as your near tears. “Y-yes.. daddy, please.”

Taehyung immediately comes to a full stop, your lungs losing air at the sudden calmness. You peer at him with confusion in the mirror, seeing his eyes wide in surprise. He’s breathing near erratically, about to ask him what’s going on until a dark storm paints Taehyung’s eyes, the shade so dangerous you’re quick to panic.

“Tae-” You don’t even earn the chance to speak before Taehyung grabs a handful of your thigh, passing your leg across his sturdy shoulders as he whirls you around, suddenly face to face with him.

Your round eyes meet his demonic gaze, Taehyung suddenly rising to his feet with you still speared on his cock and harshly shoves you up against the gym’s mirrors in a flash.

You yelp, your body pressed up against the cold glass as Taehyung eyes you with such a devilish glint you turn completely docile. He’s entirely lost control now, the hidden demon in him coming out in full as his hot breath fans your exposed skin.

“Do you know what the fuck you just did?” He rasps gruffly, a harsh edge to his tone.

“I-” You’re cut off by Taehyung suddenly bringing his throbbing length to your weeping folds, pushing himself right into you.

He slides in deliciously with a groan, and you exclaim when he entirely impales you on his cock to your cervix. Taehyung doesn’t give a single fuck about pace anymore, and hits you fast and hard and rough from the get-go, fucking you with so much vigor your moans erode into near screams.

“Tae-!”

“You think you can just fucking call me daddy and get away with it, huh?” He questions harshly, pounding into you so roughly your hands slip out of his wristband to grip his biceps, digging into them with a cry. “Think I won’t wreck your shit? Pound your pussy until you’re screaming and crying?”

“Tae! I didn’t mean-”

“No, you know exactly what you did.” He admonishes with a particular deep thrust into your pathetic cunt. “How many fucking times did I tell you if you call me daddy you’re not walking for weeks?”

He’s a true demon now, entirely lost his sanity as you forgot Taehyung’s extreme weakness was his daddy kink, and if you ever uttered the word his hellish fucking surfaces and you’re losing your walking capabilities for good.

“First, you distract me, then, you disobey me.” He continues in a lust-filled tandem. “Now you wanna call me daddy?” He actually laughs here, hips unforgivingly giving it to you like it’s nobody’s business.

“God, I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” And that’s the only warning you get before Taehyung absolutely, and quite literally begins to ruin your insides. He jackhammers into you so hard you’re sure the entire building can hear you, scratching up his biceps so sharply you know you’ll leave red trails all over him.

But the marks only, and have always turned Taehyung on even more, spearing you on his monstrous cock so deep and hard you need to bite down on his shoulder, squealing against him as you take every powerful thrust.

“Taehyung!” You manage to whimper, voice heightening in pitch as your arms lose their grasp.

But Taehyung only increases his onslaught, taking a punishing hand and wrapping it over your mouth as he silences you with burning eyes. “Watch your fucking mouth.”

His tone is so intimidating your eyes go round, nodding with his hand cast over you while his other clasps your leg open, Taehyung relentlessly railing you up against the mirror.

“Good girl,” He coos, kissing the tip of your nose. “My kitten’s a good girl, right?” He speaks to you more gently, though it completely contrasts his fast-acting hips. Thrusting hard and deep inside you it’s easy to feel tears well up in your eyes, your exclaims and moans muffled by his hand.

You hook onto his wrist that’s over your mouth, only left to look into his obsidian eyes that gleam with dark lust, though hold a sense of adoration.

“You’re so pretty when you take my cock, you know that?” He purrs, the hand holding your thigh open soothing your skin with his thumb. “You’re so good for me, always take me so well, so fucking gorgeous.”

His sweet words are a paradox compared to his propelling thrusts, pushing your small frame against the mirror until the heat of your bodies fog up the glass, Taehyung sweating profusely with the leftover stamina from his work out as he loses control.

His proximity allows your clit to rub against his firm abdomen, moaning sharply into Taehyung’s hand as tears prick your eyes, your stomach coiling so tightly you’re just right there, wanting to desperately speak.

Your grip his wrist hard, signaling to him you need something as you glance down at your skin slapping against each other.

He lightly removes his hand. “What is it, baby?”

“C-come inside.. me, Tae.. please.” You manage to get out in between his filling pumps, feeling so stuffed he’s in your throat.

His eyes gloss over with layers of amour and admiration alike, his breathing erratic as he jackhammers everything he has into you.

“Fucking hell, I’m so in love with you.” He moans before crashing his mouth onto yours, sealing your lips together so desirously he swallows every obscene sound, noise and exclamation you produce.

Your tongue slithers into his and he sucks on you greedily, never letting up his rough penetration as he returns to supporting you with both hands, kissing you languidly and sloppily.

You gain a moment to speak in between his quick, hard thrusts, his kisses deep and affectionate. “I love you, Tae. Keep.. keep fucking me, don’t stop.”

“I won’t, I’ll never stop.” He grunts, somehow increasing his speed and strength. “Fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days, never forget the way I make this pussy mine.”

“Taehyung.. Tae..” You whimper, nearly reaching your limit. “Come back to me, kiss me.”

Taehyung returns in a second, securing you in his hold even tighter as his fingers bore into the meat of your thighs, certain he’s leaving purple marks. He’s carrying you so lewdly open you can feel your groins aching, burning through every hard pump he fucks into your gut, but his tender kisses soothe you, comfort you.

Your essence is coating his cock generously, Taehyung penetrating you so ferally you anchor onto him, light tears escaping you at how fucked up your insides are, but if Taehyung’s the one doing it, it’s never felt so right.

His cock is twitching inside you, pussy equally pulsating around him and you both know it’s near, rutting against each other so desperately and animalistically the gym resounds with your slapping skin and near pornographic noises.

Your bodies sweat hard and remain heated, making out with deep groans as he spears you on his cock so powerfully until finally, finally, something snaps so violently inside you your mind explodes into fireworks.

Your body convulses, blacks out, feeling a wet sensation spill from you as you lightly squirt all over his cock.

“Oh, oh fuck, baby, shit. You’re squirting, holy shit. That’s so hot, that’s way too fucking hot.” And suddenly the vice-like grip you trap Taehyung’s bulging cock in has him shooting strips of cum inside you, decorating your velvet walls.

He stuffs you to the very brim, giving every last drop of all he possesses as he softly fucks you through your climaxes, his strokes nestling his cum deeper inside you. His face finds your neck, chest rising and falling exhaustively as you hug him to you, your body so limp Taehyung is your only form of strength.

Taehyung senselessly kisses your throat, canvassing up until he’s underneath your jaw and finds your lips, sealing your mouths for a lazy kiss. He gives you sweet pecks before leaning his forehead against yours, your chests heaving together.

“That was.. so hot..” He breathes. “Think you can walk.. kitten?”

“Are you.. fucking kidding me? You’re carrying me home.. you demon.” You breathe harshly, massaging your fingers into his scalp.

“Your demon, though.” He smirks, deliberately licking his lips in a way that has you too tired to even challenge him.

You softly chuckle instead, leaning your temple against his shoulder in your post-orgasm bliss. “Guess I’ll never.. interrupt your workout sessions ever again.”

“Actually..” Taehyung draws out, soothing your back as you lay against him, cock still throbbing inside your beat up walls. “Interrupt me more often, that was the hottest fucking sex we’ve ever had.”

You scoffed dryly. “If you think this was hot, clearly you haven’t thought about shower sex..” You breathe, body rising and falling. “We’re all sweaty.”

“Did my girl just say shower sex?” You see Taehyung’s eyes gleam with mischief, that one smug, suggestive smirk on his lips and you’re quick to widen your eyes.

“Oh no, no no no no-”

“Did I ever tell you how much I love you?”

“Taehyung, put me down, now.”

“Did I hear something? Awh, you love me too?”

“Taehyung, I’ll throttle you this instant. Don’t you dare-”

He interrupts you with an indulgent kiss, moaning obnoxiously loud against your mouth as he walks you towards the gym showers. “Make weeks into months, babe, like I said, I’ll never stop.”

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In Love with a Married Man

An ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

With the help of supportive friends, Seonghwa and the reader begin a romantic relationship despite Seonghwa's status as a married man. The circumstances are far more solemn than prurient in this heavy story.

3.4K words, Content note: suitable for all Tumblr using ages, gender neutral reader, angst with some lighthearted moments, emotional hurt/comfort, Alzheimer's disease, therapy mentioned, food, cheating is referenced, peaceful off-page death of the spouse, reader has an unspecified health issue affecting their energy levels, they/them pronouns used for the reader

The rumpled man ran a hand through his gray touched black hair as he stared off into the distance. As a regular at your restaurant, you would have remembered him anyway, even if he had not had such elegant features. Tonight, his handsomeness was countered with the look of a haunted man. With motives based more in shared humanity than food service, you carried the coffee pot over as an excuse to check on him.

Close like this you could see tears streaking his cheeks. Offering a clean handkerchief from your pocket, it took a while for him to notice your presence, much less the handout. Taking the cloth slowly, his gaze was unfocused and seemed to go right through you. “It is my wife,” he uttered in a strained voice that broke your heart.

He did not seem well at all. Concerned he was going into shock from some bad news, you slipped into the booth at his side. Unexpectedly, he clung to your shoulder, body wracked with sobs. “She doesn't know me anymore.” Wetness seeped through your shirt as you wondered how to handle the situation. Recollecting himself, he quickly scooted out the other side of the booth. Awkwardly he fished from his pocket a large bill far more than the value of his meal which was then crumpled into your hand before he rushed out.

The abrupt exit and behavior leading up to it was not remarked on. Patrons at your place tended to mind their own business, though you did share a quizzical look with Yeosang, the other server on duty tonight. Your mind kept coming back to the man and his situation throughout the rest of your shift. You hoped he made it home safe tonight, and that he had people to look after him in such a rough condition.

The next week he was back, earlier than usual, and bearing a box of cookies from an upscale bakery nearby. Handing them over with a bow, his soft voice asked for forgiveness. “I behaved very badly last week. I won't trouble you again.”

Setting the carton aside, you waved him into his regular booth. “You will always be welcome at my cafe. There is nothing to forgive, I am sure your reaction was very human given whatever your circumstances were.”

A look of gratitude crossed his face. “Thank you, you are very kind.” While his words said the right things to be polite, he seemed flustered still. “I would like to explain myself, if I may. Would it be weird to ask you to join me for a moment?”

Drawn to his sincerity, you reasoned your other customers could wait as long as it took to put the man at ease. One of the perks of owning the cafe was the ability to take a break whenever you needed to and the steady customers got along just as well without you, to the point of getting their own drinks if needed. The cook, Wooyoung, was used to your health needs that led to frequent unscheduled rest time and he would bring out the dishes as needed if Yeosang had his hands full covering for your section of tables.

Far more composed this week, the man who sat across from you began his story. “My name is Seonghwa, and twenty-five years ago I married the love of my life.” Getting that out must have been a heavy task by the way he released a labored breath afterward. “You might have noticed me here every week at the same time.” At your nod he continued. “My wife has early-onset Alzheimer's disease. With our kids away in college, I can't bear going back to an empty house after visiting her in the nursing home nearby so this transition time over dinners has been a necessary thing for me. Having others around really helps me get out of my own worries. Usually that is, last week was a lot.”

Seonghwa fiddled with his hands on the table, and you unconsciously leaned in, reaching out to hold one. The gesture was a caring one, and he seemed to receive it that way, drawing strength from your warmth. “She gets angry lately, she can't help her rages, so I left earlier than expected. I love her so much and it is killing me to see her like this while I am helpless to ease her distress. At this point she has not recognized me for a month, and it is almost too much to bear.”

You squeezed his hand before pulling away as you sat back up fully. “I have seen what Alzheimer's did to my great-grandmother, and how it affected the whole family. It was particularly hard for her husband. My heart goes out to you dealing with this, with your wife still so young, your kids too.”

“Thank you. I really haven't talked to anybody about this. My boss is aware due to all the sick leave I was taking to care for her beforehand, until it became too much, but he doesn't understand like someone who has been there.” Seonghwa met your eyes. “It is not right of me to burden you with my troubles, though. You wouldn't happen to know a good therapist, would you?”

“Now that I can help with.” Glad you finally had something substantial to offer, you gestured with a thumb toward the back wall. “There is a card for a grief counselor on the cork board by the cash register. Jongho is a regular, in here for black coffee each morning. He can be pretty stoic, probably shields himself from taking on clients' pain, but multiple people can vouch for the quality of his services, including myself.”

“You lost someone?” Seonghwa's concern for you amidst his own troubles touched your heart.

“There are many kinds of loss. I had to give up the version of my future I was expecting. Jongho helped me come to terms with my disability diagnosis and my own changing body.”

Seonghwa looked thoughtful. “Even though she is still here, in many ways the woman I married is gone and I am grieving prematurely. Seeing Jongho would probably do me a lot of good.”

“I hope so.” With a last tender look, you pulled out your pen, then stood and announced you were back in wait staff mode with the question, “So, what will you have tonight?” By the time your shift ended, and Seonghwa long since gone, you noticed the business card was taken from the board. You hoped Jongho could help such a clearly troubled man with the burden he was carrying.

Seasons came and went, and slowly but surely each week brought Seonghwa looking healthier. Sometimes he was absent on his usual day, often returning with college souvenirs, a new hat or sweatshirt courtesy of his growing children. He now regularly showed up with houseplant gifts too, a small collection dotted the cafe entryway on shelving he had installed himself. Both the garden club and woodworking classes at the community college had expanded Seonghwa's circle of friends. Some of them would join him for semi-boisterous weekend brunches and it thrilled you to see Seonghwa laughing at their jokes.

He of course was not responsible for much of their noise. Mingi and Yunho were the loud ones, easy to recognize from their height but also the way their voices carried. It never bothered the other patrons so you didn't mind, especially not when you saw life returning to Seonghwa's eyes. You knew things would never be easier given his wife's condition, but he seemed to be coming out from under the strain of being her caregiver for so long.

San's soft voice with a question about the specials brought you out of the trance. Hopefully the moment of woolgathering was not too noticeable, nor was your focus on Seonghwa. Taking their orders went quickly after so many visits had the group familiar with the menu. Seonghwa was first, then he excused himself to wash his hands.

Meanwhile, you began walking away to inform Wooyoung of the latest orders. Years of experience let you catch Hongjoong's voice over the clatter of plates and conversations all around, and it brought you to a halt. You weren't proud of it, but you eavesdropped while pretending to straighten the place settings at a nearby table.

“San, we went over this before. The cafe owner is off limits.”

Mingi's deep voice came next. “If Seonghwa is not ready to ask them out, perhaps jealousy might be the motive he needs. That other server, what's his name....”

“Yeosang,” Yunho supplied.

“That's it,” Mingi continued, “Yeosang has been pretty obvious dropping hints that his employer is single. Let San shoot his shot if Seonghwa is not ready to begin dating.”

In a scandalized tone, Yunho pointed out, “But Seonghwa is married!”

Hongjoong shut down the judgement of their friend. “We all know his situation. It is a marriage in name only at this point. As much as he loves his wife, the relationship is effectively over on her side with no memory of him or their children at all, and her mental capacity in steep decline. Seonghwa did say his therapist was helping him work on giving himself permission to move on in some ways.”

Your eyes went wide from all you had learned. It was in confidence you had admitted to Yeosang late one night while closing down how charming you thought Seonghwa was. Attractive too, may have been mentioned. It never had occurred to you that Seonghwa might be looking for companionship again. Apparently Yeosang had some strong ideas about who might be a good match, but the idea of his blatant assistance in this way was mortifying. Looking around for the man you were strongly considering demoting to busboy on the spot, you grabbed him by a muscled arm and dragged Yeosang into the kitchen.

“Go wrestle in the dining room, you are going to make this souffle fall,” Wooyoung complained good-naturedly.

He was right of course, you were behaving unprofessionally. Still, you had your limits and being dangled before customers was beyond the pale. Fussing with your apron, you took it off and slumped in the chair set aside for your frequent rest breaks. “As much as I like him, Seonghwa would never want a spoonie like me. He's already had enough tragedy in his life.”

Yeosang and Wooyoung took notice how quickly your mood had tanked. It was not like you to be so down about your condition and it had your friends worried. “I was out of line,” Yeosang admitted. “I should not be so cavalier with your love life.”

Wooyoung took your hands in his after glancing at the griddle to make sure nothing needed immediate attention. “Yeosang is right though, I don't even get out of the kitchen often and yet the number of times I've seen Seonghwa following your every move with a smile on his face has been, well, a lot, okay? He is obviously smitten.”

“Maybe I just have a cowlick and is laughing at me.”

Wooyoung threw an arm around your shoulders. “Darling,” he began, and you knew any authority you once had over him as an employer was lost forever after this day. “Take the chance if he offers a date. Worst that can happen is all goes well and we tease you about us being right forever.”

Agonized, you rubbed your face. “If he asks. I'm not making the first move and looking like I am preying on customers.” Trying not to panic, you prepared to face Seonghwa with this new information in the forefront of your mind.

Yeosang handed you a fresh paper towel after you washed your hands. Now ready to work, he sent you back out with an encouraging word in your ear. “Just watch Seonghwa's reactions to you. We are telling you, he really likes you.”

Wooyoung took a look at the order slip you had left behind. He recognized the omelet Seonghwa always chose and smiled at Yeosang. “I can work with this.”

When time came to bring the food to Seonghwa's table, you conveyed a message from Wooyoung. “My cook said to tell you he made it extra-special just for you, and to look carefully if it has everything you want.”

Seonghwa looked perplexed. “Um, okay. It is the same order all the time, but, uh, please thank him for me.”

Shaking your head as you left, wondering if it was better not to know what Wooyoung was on about this time, you briefly contemplated life with different employees.

Back at the table, your crush poked at the food suspiciously and the omelet flopped open. Finely diced bacon, mushrooms, onion, and green pepper were secured in a thick layer of melted cheese. “Boss likes you back,” was the carefully arranged message formed by the ingredients.

Hongjoong was the first to notice the hot sauce embellishment in the shape of a heart on the upper portion and he lovingly teased, “Looks like everybody is rooting for you two to figure things out.”

Seonghwa would have been furious at this meddling from all sides if he had not already been thinking for a long time about dating you. Most of his sessions with Jongho these days revolved around the ethics of going out while married. At this point, he was the only one holding himself back. For some time now, Seonghwa's own children by his beloved wife had been urging their father to let himself date if he wanted. And truly, he longed for romantic affection and companionship in his life again. It was not that he did not want to begin another relationship, and he always did have you in mind, but he still felt a lingering sense of duty to his wife and the vows to forsake all others taken long ago.

Observing carefully to make sure they were not pressuring, Seonghwa's companions talked it over with him. San even Googled some caring, real-world advice from a clergyman about a similar situation which seemed to offer some relief. With newfound resolve found through the support of his friends, Seonghwa had an answer ready the next time you came by asking if there was anything he needed. “There is one thing I need, if it is okay with you. May I take out on a date?”

The hoped for words still took you by surprise so you slowly repeated, “You need to take me out?” You blinked, too stunned to do anything else. No customer had ever made that request before, and frankly there was no other customer you would have accepted the offer from. “Yes.” The certain answer was all you could manage to get yourself to say in the moment, but you must have said it aloud because his reaction was immediate.

Ecstatic, Seonghwa made an unserious suggestion, with laughter that reached his eyes. “Where shall I take you? Here perhaps?”

The thought of getting to know your crush under the eyes of your troublemaking staff horrified you. “Pizza, an ice-cream parlor, funnel cake at the fair will do, anywhere but here, please,” you pled.

After some consultation, the date was set and you retreated to the kitchen to recover.

“Did you accept? Please tell me he asked, right?” Wooyoung seemed overly knowledgeable for someone stuck in the kitchen while everything was going on. After updating him on the results, he grinned and showed you a photograph on his phone of the omelet message before it had been hidden. While you were tempted to playfully hit him at first, Wooyoung's thoughtful documentation of how your relationship began became a cherished memento later saved to your own phone and Seonghwa's since he had been too anxious to think of preserving it before eating.

The first date of many to come was a mix of both lighthearted and serious moments. There were things you both needed to be very realistic about if the relationship had any chance of succeeding. He was upfront that some of his in-laws would see your relationship as cheating on his wife. In fact, her sister would later try to wound you with the knowledge that Seonghwa would never have been yours if his wife hadn't developed Alzheimer's. The love and support you received from Seonghwa allowed you to be charitable toward her behavior since she had lost her close sibling to the disease. Still, he defended you with the firm boundary that she would be cut out of his life if she ever tried to hurt you again.

On his side, Seonghwa came to terms with the limitations of your own health. The sudden fatigue, the down days, and the need to listen promptly when your body needed rest were all facts of your life he needed to respect. In the past you had lost friends who could not comprehend that a diagnosis does not always mean getting better. This was your life, and Seonghwa accepted that, proving daily his worth.

You learned from Seonghwa's upbringing that he considered marriage sacrosanct. To even hint at the possibility of a sustained romantic relationship, no matter how unavailable his wife, was a huge step you were certain he was not taking lightly. Things progressed, and while his adult children were at first hesitant to meet their father's partner now that dating had become a reality, they were quickly won over to see the two of you together. When their dad had explained you were the reason his eyes sparkled again, they were completely supportive, more than you had ever hoped, even when you eventually moved in with Seonghwa and were present for all the family holidays.

Seonghwa's weekly visits to his wife continued. Out of respect you would wait in the car or begin grocery shopping nearby. A few times you had to abandon the cart when it was obvious Seonghwa needed your attention to console him after such emotionally draining visits. He made sure his wife was receiving the best care possible, but it was incredibly difficult to be a complete stranger, and sometimes one she became agitated to see.

When the call came one day that she had passed peacefully in her sleep, it was both a relief and heartbreaking. Seonghwa cried for both who he had lost and because his wife could now be at peace. You held him tight and rocked him to sleep.

Over a year had passed since her funeral. His sister-in-law had held her tongue while you were in the front row. Seonghwa had insisted that being between his children and with you nearby gave him the strength to get through the day. Most days he woke up telling you how grateful he was to be your partner. One day was different. He asked you to marry him.

It had been something the two of you had discussed on and off for years, more as a hypothetical situation. As a widower, Seonghwa was now free to remarry, but had needed the time to feel right. Sensitive to his situation, you had never pushed, and would have been his forever even without further commitment than your already shared lives. Still, now that he was truly ready, you accepted his proposal without hesitation.

The ceremony was a simple civil service. Seonghwa's kids were there, as were your friends Yeosang and Wooyoung. Seonghwa had remained close with his hobby friend group so Hongjoong, Yunho, San, and Mingi were also present. And then Jongho, friend to you both now that he had sworn off treating either of you ever again.

That night you lay in bed simply enjoying the closeness of being cuddled up to your husband. You must have been tired because your mind wandered to his deceased wife. “Sometimes I worry I took you away from her.”

Seonghwa looked at you fondly as he stroked your hair in reassurance. “The damage was done by her disease long before you entered my life. I love you for being so caring, but please don't let my past dim your happiness on this day. It is an occasion to celebrate.”

You nodded sleepily into his shoulder. Seonghwa would always carry a photo of his wife in his wallet, now in addition to one of your own wedding day. Acknowledging his past was necessary to loving him fully, and you never compared yourself to her. Without reservation, he had chosen you both at different times and there was no competition. The only thing that mattered going forward was the present, a long life partnered to the man you adored. Seonghwa absolutely loved you in return and made sure you were secure in that knowledge for the rest of his life.

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#ATEEZ #ATEEZ Fanfic #ATEEZ Angst #Kpop Fanfic #Kpop Angst #gender neutral reader #diverseinsertknet #Park Seonghwa #Seonghwa #ATEEZ Seonghwa #it was a rare day off #cross posted on ao3 #they/them pronouns used for reader

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fruitki · 4 years ago

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domestic bliss

touya todoroki x male reader

warnings: angst to fluff, domestic abuse (mentioned and implied only)

notes: this takes place in an alternate universe where touya never joined the league of villains and instead went to u.a.

bonus notes: this is my first fic on tumblr! so lemme know if its good, i plan on this being part of a series of one-shots! also lemme know if i missed any warnings or anything like that, i'm new with doing things like that especially

part of the dreamland saga

This wasn't the first time Touya ended up at his best friend's house, sitting on the cool porcelain toilet as his wounds were cleaned and bandaged. He refused to look at the other boy hovering over him, he didn't want to see the way his eyebrows were crinkled in concern, the way those (e/c) eyes searched his own for answers about what happened to him. He couldn't stand to see (M/n) worried, especially because of him.

"There... I think that's about all I can do for you." (M/n)'s voice sounded heavy as he sighed. "Touya, these are much worse than last time, can you please-"

"No!" Touya snapped, clenching his fists as he stared down at the tile of his best friend's bathroom floor. He could see (M/n)'s shadow move away from him as he took a few steps back. "Alright..." The (h/c) haired male mumbled. He turned away from Touya, beginning to put the first aid kit away. The room was silent between the two until (M/n) decided to cut through the tension that had built up. "How about we watch a movie or something? I can cook dinner and you can spend the night if you want." He reached his hand out to ruffle Touya's white locks and when Touya looked up, he could still see the same kindness in (M/n)'s eyes. It was the kind of kindness and sincerity that made him feel more at home with (M/n) than he could ever feel in his actual home. Touya could feel the way his heart throbbed in his chest seeing that expression. There was no reason (M/n) should still put up with him.

"Thank you, that sounds nice." Toya finally managed to utter out. He felt like such a child around (M/n), the way he would follow him around the house, curiously watch what he was cooking, and wordlessly try to help him by either handing him random spices, or some of the ingredients he thought should join (M/n)'s meal. He didn't know if all the ingredients he handed to him actually belonged in the meal, or if (M/n) put them in solely to amuse Touya. A silence fell over them once more, but neither of them minded.

"We graduate in a few months." That statement was very sudden and Touya couldn't help but tilt his head to the side in confusion. "Yeah, and?" U.A. graduation was something Touya dreaded. He knew what followed afterward, he would be forced to join his father's hero company and would suffer under him for the rest of his life.

(M/n) took whatever he was cooking off of the oven and turned suddenly to face Touya with a large smile on his face. "And! I had an idea!" He reached for Touya's face, squishing his cheeks between his hands. "You're gonna love it! How about as soon as we graduate, we hop on a plane, go to Hawaii, and never come back!" Once again Touya felt the way his heart seemed to knock against his ribcage almost violently, not only from the sight of (M/n)'s smile, but because of the very idea of running away from his father. "I..." But before Touya could say anything, (M/n) continued talking, "I know you don't like your dad, and that you won't tell me why you always show up at my house injured, but it's like I can feel it! I can feel it in my skin... when I'm bandaging you up, it's as if I can see exactly what he did to you..." Perhaps (M/n) shouldn't have said that. He knew immediately once he saw the way Touya looked at him with something fearful and angry. He was immediately shoved off, his back hitting the handle of the pan full of what looked like to be a sauce. It clattered to the ground, making a mess all over the floor.

"How could you use your quirk on me?!" Touya demanded, his anger flaring as small blue flames appeared on his body. (M/n) stepped forward, trying to gulp down the fear that had made itself present in his throat. "I-I didn't mean to... It happened accidentally. I wanted to let you have your privacy, but it makes me upset seeing you like this too! Of course I'd want to know, but you were never going to tell me..." The lump in his throat wouldn't subside, and (M/n) knew it was because he overstepped. He knew he shouldn't have looked into what was causing Touya's injuries, but he couldn't help himself! They had been best friends for years, ever since they both entered U.A. and the injuries only seemed to get worse the longer they were there.

Touya couldn't help himself, he was filled with anger, betrayal, and contempt for himself and his situation. He felt so much shame and weakness from his situation and it was something he never wanted (M/n) to know. Touya watched as his flames grew larger, the area between the two heating up and parts of the kitchen beginning to catch on fire. He mentally begged himself to stop, he didn't want to hurt (M/n), but it felt like he didn't have control over himself anymore, so consumed with his fear and hatred. His mind was so cloudy and he felt like he was suffocating on his own smoke. He almost cried as he felt a warm body thunk against his. He didn't recognize it at first, then realized that it was (M/n) hugging him. It was a burnt (M/n) hugging him tightly like his life depended on it. Immediately the fire stopped and Touya felt himself choke on a sob as he wrapped his arms around (M/n). He couldn't bear to look down and see what he had caused, even when (M/n)'s grip loosened and he fell to the ground with a solid thunk. After a few minutes of taking deep breaths and calming himself, Touya was able to finally look down to see what he had done. (M/n)'s arms were severely burnt, his chest and legs had minor burns, and a big ugly burn was on his face, right where his cheek was nuzzled against Touya.

Touya nearly broke at the sight, but he held himself together enough to take (M/n) to the hospital, but he left immediately. He couldn't face (M/n). He didn't know if he could face him ever again. That night Touya was wracked with sobs as he tried to sleep.

When (M/n) had woken up, he woke up alone. Nurses had rushed in and they were telling him all sorts of things, but it all just sounded like buzzing to him. He couldn't focus, all he felt was the overwhelming need to apologize to Touya. He wasn't allowed to leave for a couple of weeks until he was sufficiently healed and they were sure he would be okay. During the two week period Touya had never visited him. He was only visited by his worried classmates from the general education class. Even when he got back to school, Touya was impossible to pin down and (M/n) knew he was being avoided. Eventually he stopped trying to see Touya, knowing that their friendship had been severed that night. Plus, they graduated in a couple of days, and once that happened, he knew he would never see Touya ever again. (M/n) felt his heart break at the idea of never seeing Touya again, but he knew it was his fault. He overstepped when it was obvious Touya didn't want to share what had happened.

(M/n) always thought his graduation would be a joyous occasion, but he knew he didn't feel anything of the sort as he was granted his certificate of graduation. He could only feel the way his heart ached. That night he went home to his cold and empty house, idly glancing at the burn marks in his kitchen that he was unable to get rid of. He tossed his the culmination of his high school life onto the couch and immediately went to his room, letting the door slam closed as he laid in bed, tears rolling down his cheeks.

tink

crack

Immediately once hearing that (M/n) shot up out of bed, looking around frantically. One of his windows had just been broken, he knew that for sure. He quickly grabbed the baseball bat he kept in his room for safety reasons and marched into the living room, ready to attack whoever had the audacity to break into his house. What he didn't expect was to see Touya sheepishly stepping through a broken window. "T-Touya-" (M/n) was immediately overcome by emotion. He dropped the baseball bat and rushed towards Touya, crushing him in a hug. "How dare you- I missed you so much- I thought you hated me-" (M/n) was blabbering and crying, crushing Touya so tight in his arms that the white haired male thought he was going to suffocate.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you... and I shouldn't have left you in the dark for so long..." Touya gently rubbed (M/n)'s back, holding him and feeling as if a weight had been lifted off of him. He was finally with (M/n) again, and the (h/c) haired boy didn't hate him. "Hey..." He whispered softly to (M/n), still rubbing his back soothingly. "I got you a graduation present."

(M/n) finally pulled away, wiping the tears that had accumulated in his eyes. "A graduation present...? You didn't have to. I didn't get you anything..." (M/n) trailed off bashfully, his gaze fixed on Touya who fumbled to pull something out of his jacket pocket.

"Well... this present is kind of for both of us." He pulled out two one way tickets to Hawaii, giving one to (M/n). "I think you're right, we should get out of here and go to Hawaii. We can start over, just me and you."

(M/n) couldn't help the beaming smile that made its way onto his face. He crushed Touya in another hug, feeling a sort of uncontrollable happiness. That night they had spent it together in (M/n)'s house and the very next morning they had hopped on a plane to Hawaii and never returned to Japan, starting a new life together.

#bnha x male reader #bnha #mha x male reader #x male reader #angst to fluff #touya todoroki #touya x male reader #dabi x male reader #first post

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emeren · 4 years ago

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birthday boy - eren jaeger

shameless birthday fluff for the boy who deserves a happy ending and a happy birthday

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

content warnings: absolutely none, 100% fluff!

notes: i’m emerging from my request writing hole to post this lil one shot for my love’s birthday. i did not read over this so there may be errors or whatnot, but enjoy!

SUMMARY: reader shows eren what it means to have a good birthday.

eren had never been one for birthdays.

he’d tried, he’d really tried to love them just as much as everyone else did. he could vividly remember all of the kids in his class bringing in donuts and ice cream and handing out little handmade invitations - invitations he never received.

after two or three failed birthday parties thrown by carla - birthday parties that only armin and mikasa showed up to - eren had stopped trying. he insisted that he hated march 30th and that it was the worst day of the year. his mom always made a big deal out of it anyway, insisting on taking the three kids out for ice cream and a movie in celebration.

eren would’ve never admitted it, as his pride was too strong, but he liked the small celebration his mom would throw. just him and his two best friends, building blanket forts and being allowed to watch one PG-13 movie for the special occasion.

he remembered his tenth birthday being the last one that he even bothered acknowledging. that was the last birthday with his mom, the last birthday that didn’t go forgotten on grisha’s busy schedule. that was the last birthday that he went for ice cream and got to watch a PG-13 movie.

as he got older, birthdays became less of a big deal to his peers. they weren’t large scale, festive events, but rather small group hangouts that involved getting drunk in a field. some sad, petty part of eren enjoyed watching everyone’s special day become exactly like his had always been: just another of 365.

he didn’t remember telling you what day he was born. in fact, he was sure he hadn’t told you. it’d been a conversation topic he’d narrowly avoided in the past; lucky enough to have met you around april in order to skip over the awkward ‘oh, it’s my birthday’ chat.

so he was confused.

he was confused when he pulled his apartment door open, only to be met with your figure holding a carefully wrapped gift. hell, even eren didn’t realize that it was his birthday. he’d stood there in the doorway, gawking at you with a half-asleep look in his eyes.

“what’s that for?” he’d asked incredulously, pointing at the gift. you laughed, the sound music to his ears as you slipped into his apartment.

“happy birthday!” you squealed, setting it down and wrapping your arms around his slim figure. eren frowned for a moment, mind counting through the days of the calendar until they landed on march 30th. oh, i guess it is my birthday.

he hugged you back, eyes still warily focused on the gift. “who told you?” he’d questioned.

you smiled up at him, placing a light kiss on his cheek. “i have my ways.”

eren didn’t know what emotion it was that burned in his chest at your soft grin. he desperately wished for it to be annoyance, but it wasn’t, so he resorted to feigning it instead.

“i’d rather we didn’t make a big deal about it,” he grumbled, slipping from your arms and walking towards his kitchen. he didn’t see the way you rolled your eyes or the way you mocked his voice, only turning around to see you approaching him with a bag he hadn’t previously noticed.

“that’s alright, i was just going to make you some breakfast, if that’s okay?” eren normally would’ve protested any other special treatment on his birthday, but it wasn’t very unusual for you to cook him a meal. eren had a big stomach, and absolutely no skills in the kitchen. he resorted to shrugging, not wanting to show you the way your suggestion made his heart skip.

and so he watched you. he watched you flit around the kitchen and make him his favorite breakfast (waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, extra side of bacon). your movements were so mesmerizing he’d nearly forgotten about this rotten day, the day that his younger self had declared the worst of the 365.

“here, shithead. enjoy your meal,” you hummed playfully, sliding the plateful of food in his direction. eren flipped you off, too hungry to pick a fight as he dove into his meal.

he tried to ignore the feeling of you staring as he scarfed down his waffle. he’d hoped you wouldn’t say anything else about his birthday. “do you wanna open your gift after we’re done eating?” you’d asked.

eren paused his feast to look up at you, your eyes focused on your own plate as you waited for a response. he was apprehensive, but decided to take the bait nonetheless. “uh, sure.”

eren could remember the best gift he’d ever gotten. it had been a handmade terrarium from armin and mikasa for his eighth birthday. they’d gone out in the woods behind their houses and rifled through the bushes and weeds to put together a jar filled with all sorts of creatures and plants. eren’s favorite had been the spider - whom he’d lovingly named peter - as he would catch flies and other small insects to feed to him. he’d been so excited about their cheaply made gift that nothing had ever come close to topping it (not that he ever got much in the ways of gifts, anyway).

as you sat him down on the couch, carefully placing an oblong box in his lap, he was unsure. he loved you, no doubt, but he didn’t know what on earth you could’ve gotten him.

his previous confusion only grew when he opened the box to find a bundle of wildflowers. they were a mix of baby hues, soft and simple. he looked to you, brow raised in question.

“flowers?” he’d asked, mind pondering all the possibilities. you laughed lightly in response, standing from your seat next to him.

“c’mon,” you gestured for him, eyes scanning his bare chest. “go put a shirt on and come with me.”

eren sighed, standing himself as he set the flowers on the couch. “listen. i love you, i really do. but i would just rather we don’t make a big deal out of today, alright?”

he watched you roll your eyes, watched you fold your arms over your chest.

“i’m not making a big deal out of today,” you’d responded, a hint of annoyance in your voice. “just go put a shirt on. it’ll just be the two of us.”

eren talked a lot of game regarding his self-proclaimed willpower, but he would never understand how easily he caved to you. thirty minutes later, he was sitting in the passenger seat of your car, eyes mindlessly gazing out the window with the bundle of flowers in his lap.

you were playing his favorite music, humming along as your fingers tapped against the steering wheel. he’d just stared at you, admiring your beauty as you turned up a desolate road that he’d been too focused on you to recognize.

it wasn’t until the car stopped; surrounded by newly blooming flowers and freshly greening trees, did he piece together where he was.

“mom?” he’d breathed, eyes glancing out the window. you just smiled in response, unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car. eren looked down at the bundle of flowers in his lap, wildflowers, his mom’s favorite.

in that moment he felt like crying. sure, he’d cried on his birthday before, but this was different. it was a cry of appreciation, one that burned in his chest as you impatiently pulled his door open. he was quick to blink the tears away, putting up a front as he got out himself.

his mom’s cemetery was atop a hill, located away from the city amongst the trees and wildlife. he remembered picking it for her because of how freeing it felt - it was more of a place for remembrance that mourning. he knew that was what his mom would’ve wanted.

eren showed his appreciation by wrapping your hand in his, intertwining your fingers as the two of you approached his mom’s headstone.

“what made you think of this?” he’d asked quietly, setting the bundle of flowers right beneath her name carved within the granite stone. he remained kneeled in front of it; long fingers coming up to trace the words. he’d been surprised by your answer.

“i know you hate your birthday,” you’d started, watching the moment in front of you. “and i know your mom was the only person that ever tried to make you enjoy it. i hope it wasn’t insensitive of me to bring you here? i just thought maybe you’d want to spend the day here with her.”

and there it was again: that burning within his chest. he pulled his fingers back from the cold stone, relieved you couldn’t see the mix of emotions on his face. it was on the contrary. he’d never had someone think of him this way, think of what he truly wanted to do. he smiled as he stood to face you.

“thank you.” he’d said sincerely, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the crown of your head.

the two of you sat for hours, hands wrapped together as eren told stories about his mom and talked to her gravestone as if she were really there, too. he talked about his tenth birthday; how his mom had rented some barely scary movie, but how armin couldn’t sleep for weeks following their watch. he talked about the time mikasa had beaten up one of the popular kids for only excluding eren from his birthday party. before he knew it, he was wrapped up in stories upon stories.

all too fast, the sun began to dip past the horizon. the two of you stood from the grass, pants slightly damp with mud but neither of you cared. eren leaned down, pressing his lips to the stone as a parting goodbye - something he’d started doing as a kid.

as you drove away, eren felt content with how the day had gone. he watched the sunset from the window, face flushed and a small smile on his lips. he enjoyed the sweet moment, but couldn’t help the perverted thought that crossed his mind. he’d never had birthday sex before, and oh boy was he excited to try.

the car stopped outside of his apartment, the two of you walking up to the door hand in hand. he grabbed his keys, about to unlock the handle when you stopped him.

he loved when you looked at him like that. when your eyes were big and doe-like, filled with a mix of adoration and excitement. your hands carefully wrapped around his jaw, pulling his lips down to meet yours in a tender, warm kiss.

he could feel his heart clench at the action, pulling away with a smile on his face. “what was that for?”

“i just love you, ‘s’all.” you hummed in response, motioning for him to open the door. eren hated that you could make him blush, looking away with a playful roll of his eyes.

he wasn’t expecting what waited for him behind the door.

with the flick of the light switch, all of his friends popped up from around the apartment, yelling ‘surprise!’. his eyes widened in shock, a large banner that read off ‘happy birthday eren!’, but the words were all scrunched together at the end, the banner not large enough.

“connie made that!” armin explained hurriedly, as if noticing the way eren’s eyes traced over the decoration. eren couldn’t help the burning in his chest as he looked at all of his closest friends.

sasha, connie, jean, mikasa, armin, you. you, who had clearly planned this all. eren wasn’t ever very sappy, at least not since he was in high school. but the burning in his chest had become too much to bear, overwhelmed by all of the decorations and confetti, and thoughtfulness.

he looked at you, tears in his eyes. he’d never had a big party before. he’d always wanted one, and here it was. “thank you.”

“goddammit, this is what you get for taking him to the cemetery before his surprise party!” jean yelled, pointing at his friend. “i don’t think i’ve seen you cry since you were an annoying ass teenager!”

“oh, shut the fuck up,” eren replied lightheartedly, embracing each of his friends. he wasn’t even embarrassed to cry. it’d been so long since he’d felt so loved.

and so you all sat, eating ice cream and watching a horror movie. eren was in the middle, you curled up on his one side and armin on the other. as all of his friends enjoyed his birthday, squealing at the unnecessary gore, he couldn’t help but smile.

maybe march 30th wasn’t the worst day, afterall.

<3 <3 <3

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th0tfairy · 4 years ago

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For @iamsorrypapi who wanted bkg breeding u while kirishima watches 😩 hope u enjoy!

maladjusted barbaric bakugou x you

breeding - impregnation - voyeurism

💥❤️💥

Attempting to domesticate Katsuki is a work in progress. You’re patient with him because you realize it takes a long time to unlearn what you’ve always known, but you can’t keep letting him embarrass you at the grocery store when he starts picking produce off the stands and just eating them in the middle of the store.

The concept of money still eludes him, and he can’t quite wrap his mind around table manners yet. Doing anything in public with Katsuki is an event in and of itself.

Not that he’s any better in the privacy of your own home. If anything, he’s a lot worse. He’s grabby and destructive and way way waaaaaay too loud.

It feels like your raising a child every time you ask him to use his inside voice. A towering, massive, muscular child. One that could hurt you with a hug.

His huge arms are wrapping around your waist again, pulling you closer to him. You’ve always been insecure about the cellulite on your ass and thighs but he’s always drooled at the sight.

“When are we starting our family?” He asks casually.

You sigh.

You’ve tried time and time again to explain to him that you’re unprepared to have a child. He of courses refuses to listen and insists that your instincts will kick in once you’re pregnant.

“What did we say about birth control?”

You’ve tried to teach him the importance of pulling out, but he doesn’t wanna hear it. He scoffs and says you’ll come around soon enough.

Well, it just figures you’d come around while he has one of his friends over. And not a friend he’d made in the city, a friend from back home, he claims.

The friend is kind and means well, but you can feel his eyes searing into your body as you try to cook a meal with the gutted boar he’d brought as a gift.

He helps you prepare the roast and you feel his rough fingers stumble every now and then, feeling your soft body up.

Katsuki’s just walking in with a bag of potatoes when he sees Kirishima’s hands under your apron. You drop the wooden spoon you’ve been stirring the soup with and gasp. You’ve seen him angry before, but all those times seem to pale in comparison now.

He throws the sack on the floor and crosses the kitchen in two large strides. Kirishima removes his hands from your body but the damage is done. Katsuki kicks him into a seat and hauls you closer.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he seethes into your ear. You think you’re missing something. You didn’t do anything.

“Wha—?”

Katsuki grabs a handful of your ass, fingernail digging into your soft flesh and croons when you whine at the pain. “Don’t play dumb. Why were you letting someone else put their hands on you?”

You bite your lip to prevent yourself from crying out. You don’t remember letting either of them touch you.

“What about you, kirishima?” He snaps. “I bring you over to my new home and this is how you repay me? Running your hands all over the mother of my children?”

Kirishima sulks in his seat. “I didn’t realize she was pregnant.”

“I’m not,” you cry, trying to push yourself away. Katsuki shoves the cutting board out of the way so he can bend you over the counter.

“Yet.” He corrects and in one swift motion, you feel him pull your underwear down. You gasp onto the backsplash of your kitchen tile. “Katsuki—“

He crouches over to spread your legs. You feel his strong hands keeping your thighs separated while his teeth skirt along your cellulite. You yelp when Katsuki suddenly takes a bite from your ass cheek.

“How could you let another man touch this juicy ass?” He murmurs around your skin as he kisses the bite. “Thought it was for me.”

“It’s for me!” You remind him indignantly, like he isn’t parting your folds. “My body is for me. Not you.”

He sinks a long finger into your slit, effectively silencing you. “It’s for my children,”

You arch your back at the contact and clench around him. “So warm,” he mutters, sticking another inside.

You look over to see Kirishima watching you get fingered as Katsuki goes in knuckle deep and wiggles his digits around. You’ve seen his dick before, but having it pressed up against your ass like this feels different.

It doesn’t help that you haven’t let him have sex all week.

He pulls his fingers out and sucks them into his mouth, moaning at the taste. You feel yourself get wetter until you’re dripping down your thighs. Katsuki rustles behind you.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he tells Kirishima, not even giving him the luxury of looking at you. He kicks his pants off and slicks himself up between your runny thighs.

You feel his strong fingers wrap around the rolls on your waist. He tickles in between the folds as his erection bumps up along your slit. The head is fat and swollen, you don’t think it’ll even fit.

With a slight groan, Katsuki pops the head between your trembling legs. You grasp onto anything on the counter to help yourself get a grip, but all you can hold onto is the handles on the cupboard while he pushes the rest of his fat dick in.

The stretch burns but you can’t do anything except arch your back further and keep yourself still for him. Katsuki moves one hand from your fleshy waist to your breast and squeezes.

“A cozy home for my children and two lovely breasts to feed them.” He says into your neck. “You really are so perfect”

Somehow you can feel the veins in his dick as he pumps himself in and out of your hot cunt. You look over to the side. Kirishima respectfully looks away but you can see him rut against the chair, his own dickprint apparent in his pants.

Katsuki sucks a kiss into your shoulder before biting you again. “So soft,”

You start mewling at his deep strokes. You feel your body rock with his, chub moving back and forth with his thrusts. He’s close, you can tell by the way he grips your elbows to drill into you.

“Pull out,” You murmur around your own arousal. You still have enough presence of mind to remember safe sex.

Katsuki chuckles into your ear before biting down hard on your lobe, punishing you for even suggesting such a thing.

“If you think I’m wasting a drop of my seed anywhere outside of your womb, you’ve lost your mind.”

He kneads the rolls of your soft tummy as he continues to give one, two, three hard strokes before pulling your hips back. Your ass cheeks hit his thighs with a loud smack and then all you can feel is intense heat shooting up your pussy.

There’s a beam of molten cum leaking inside your womb. You’re almost certain there’s a kid inside you after that.

You clench up at the warmth and cry out as you grind your clit on the drawer knob. You’re soaked down your legs with he pulls out.

Katsuki pulls both your clothes back on as he catches his breath.

“Get out of my house,” he tells Kirishima while you wobble out of his grip. You can barely stand up straight.

“And you,” he smacks your belly, “Go lie down until one of my children attaches.”

🧡🧡🧡

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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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The Five Scares (and one revenge)

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having a tendency to scare people, Corpse has gotten used to his friends being jumpy whenever he appears from the void into a Discord call with them. However, the one who has it the roughest with the spooks has to be his partner Y/N. Basically: The five times Corpse scared Y/N and the one time they scared him

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your lovely request it was a real joy to write and I had a ton of fun doing so! Hope you have equally as wonderful of a time if you happen to come across it and give it a read despite the long wait you’ve had to endure which I apologize for. Love, Vy ❤

Having had to go home for the night to keep an eye on their roommate’s dog, Y/N and Corpse agreed to have a video call before they fell asleep. They didn’t want to appear like that typical clingy and cheesy couple but after spending almost a whole week curled up in Corpse’s apartment, the two would feel each other’s absence to a very saddening degree to the point where they’d even forget the other isn’t around and would call out to them.

Letting the call ring, Y/N’s hand comes up to smooth out their hair. However, the touch reveals to them that their hair needs a bit more than a simple tap or a pat to be tamed so while they wait for Corpse to answer the call, they quickly head to their bathroom. Flicking the light on, their reflection greets them with the underwhelming news of the actual state of their hair at the moment: an absolute mess. They proceed to do their best with the single hair-tie they have handy. A bobby pin or two would be neat but they have no time to go and grab one right now, seeing as how they can’t recall if they even brought them back from Corpse’s apartment. If they didn’t, they would have to search their roommate’s room for some which would take an even longer amount of time.

Eventually, they manage to tame it in something closely resembling a presentable ponytail and exit the bathroom feeling more exhausted than before. With a loud sigh, they crash onto their bed, face-first into the sea of pillows, groaning at the slight sting of their muscles relaxing at last.

“Y/N?“ The decently loud mention of their name by a deep, familiar yet sudden and unexpected voice startles them to the point of squealing and jumping an entire inch away from where they were positioned.

They look around their room in a frenzy, wondering where on Earth that voice came from and how it could be here with them right now.

“Y/N, you there?”, before they could locate it, it emerges once again, helping Y/N get an ide of where it’s coming from - somewhere in the messed up bed sheets.

“Corpse?“ They finally find their voice, “Y-yeah I’m here. Question is: how are you...“ and then it all clicks, causing them to twist their face in an expression of utter disappointment and bury it in the palms of their hands, groaning.

“You forgot about the video chat, didn’t you?“ Corpse asks, amusement not even attempted to be hidden in his voice.

“Yup.“

It’s been one hell of a day. Y/N’s college lectures exhausted them to a max and their six hour job following their classes did nothing to help them AT ALL. Quite the opposite actually. Makes sense why they look, move and talk the way they’re doing right now: like a ghost, zombie and an elder combined in one. To add to their misfortunes for the day, they were met with the mocking ‘OUT OF ORDER’ sign taped to the doors of the elevator, laughing in their face with the information that their hellish experience for the day is far from over.

Just the thought of having to climb to the fifth floor made their stomach turn in the most unpleasant way possible, but the though of how long that would take made matters even worse. Arriving at their designated apartment, they have every right to be pissed, cussing their heart out.

However, then comes a new problem: the inability to pinpoint the correct key. They proceed to curse themselves, the keys, the door handle and the door itself before punching the poor wood that did no wrong and just stands here, serving its purpose of keeping unwanted people out of the apartment it’s guarding.

Following their anger outburst and front-door-abuse, they proceed to try finding the correct key once again, this time slightly more calmly as to not accidentally miss it in their frantic rifling.

Right as they’re about to try the third key, however, the door opens. Well, it’s opened by someone on the other side, that someone being none other than their boyfriend Corpse who’s currently staring at them wide-eyed, one eyebrow raised, the word ‘confused’ basically written across his face.

While he’s processing the sight in front of him, Y/N lets out a little scream, jumping back and away from the door, a hand placed over their chest as their wide eyes scan their boyfriend who now seems equally terrified as a result of their reaction.

“Corpse?!“ They manage to gasp, barely hearing their own voice over the loud thumping of their heart and the rush of blood in their ears, “What the hell are you doing here?!“

The confusion on Corpse’s face deepens, reaching whole new levels as his eyes gaze deeper into theirs, searching for the meaning behind their bizarre question. “You mean...at my own apartment? What am I doing, at home?“

For a few seconds, the two just stare blankly at one another, processing everything that’s just happened. Suddenly, it all just kinda caves for Y/N and they burst out laughing, doubling over, their arms clutching at their stomach as they do so. Their laughter is contagious, so Corpse can’t help but let out a few chuckles himself.

“Alright, you’ve been driven to insanity, I can tell.“ He mumbles at his reckless partner, coming up behind them and wraps his arms around them, lifting them up and carrying their laughing ass inside.

III

Finally deciding to sit down and get this damn project started, Y/N already feels like they’ve had enough of it, burnout already creeping in and threatening to ruin their work and trip them up every step of the way. It wouldn’t have been so bad had the subject not been one they absolutely despise and wish they could get out of studying but alas they’re stuck with it.

They equip their headphones as soon as they plant their butt on the desk chair in their tiny room in their tiny roommate-shared apartment, putting their Spotify playlist on shuffle as they open a blank Power Point document. They work better with music blasting in their ears since the silence tends to be too loud and distracting when they’re trying to focus. So, that way they can also sing their heart out in peace and not get disturbed by the sound of their own off-key singing. Win-win, basically.

Singing ‘Never Forget You’ by Zara Larsson and MNEK, they get a little carried away, ditching the project to enter a full-blown music video they can imagine down to the detail in their mind.

However, there’s a surprise awaiting them.

As soon as MNEK’s part of the song begins, another voice apart from his echoes through their headphones, singing along to the song. Freaking the fuck out, they let out a loud scream, smacking the headset off them, sending the object falling and landing on their laptop keyboard with a crash that only serves to further startle their roommate’s dog which comes to check if they are being attacked or something only to be disappointed by the lack of action.

When pushing the headphones off, they did so with a force strong enough to snap the cable out of the laptop entirely so now the room is filled with the sound of that same foreign voice laughing his ass off.

A voice that belongs to no other than Corpse Husband himself.

“You gotta learn to disconnect from Discord calls, Y/N.“ The fucker says, still cackling wholeheartedly at his partner’s misery.

Pissed off or not, Y/N would have to admit he’s got a point. But they’d also rather never speak again than admit it so...

“Fuck you!“ is what they say instead, seconds before disconnecting.

Making breakfast is not something either Corpse or Y/N are used to, mostly cause they both either wake up late or skip the meal entirely. Regardless, having been given a day off from work and having no classes since it’s Saturday, Y/N saw no better way to start their day off than to prepare a nice breakfast for them and their boyfriend to enjoy. Problem is: they aren’t the most skilled in the kitchen. Sure they can scramble an egg or make mac and cheese, but in order to do it correctly they are not allowed to have distractions of any kind. Not even music, that’s how you know it’s serious.

Seeing as how Corpse has never seen them cook, he’s obviously unaware of theirs. The dummy straight up waltzes into the kitchen, unintentionally remaining unspotted and unheard by Y/N because he’s barefoot and because they have their back turned to him.

“Whatya cooking over there babe?“

Y/N’s focus bubble, being as thin as it is and considering they initially thought Corpse was still asleep, they have every right to let out the yelp they just did, dropping the egg they were gonna crack over the pan in said pan in its entirety - yes, shell and all.

A moment of silence commences: regretful on Corpse’s end and frustrated on theirs. Neither of them dares to say anything to avoid triggering the other. Well, that’s the case until Y/N decides enough’s enough and they turn to look at him, a wide, obviously fake smile plastered onto their face.

“Scrambled eggs, following a secret recipe, property of the L/N family.“

Seems like your pre-breakfast snack is an extra large dose of sarcasm, huh?

“So, how was your day? You sound pretty chipper so I take it wasn’t a nightmare like a few days ago.“ Corpse comments over the phone, listening to shuffling and shifting as Y/N moves around the apartment, getting ready to head out.

“It was great actually. Got some important results back and, not to brag or anything, but they were higher than I expected.“ They reply, a genuine wide grin refusing to leave their face as they silently count the amount of money they’ve got in their wallet. “I’m gonna go buy a cake so we can celebrate it. It’s no small deal, trust me, especially not when I initially thought I’d fail both these exams to the point of being pitied.“

“Wait...-“ Corpse attempts, his voice suddenly sounding strained and urgent but that’s the very reason he cannot seem to find or get the right words out of his system. Not that Y/N gives him any time to figure it out.

“No Corpse, you cannot change my mind. Cake and beers, we’re celebrating toni- SHIT!“ They scream as they throw open the front door, bumping square into someone standing on the other side, almost dropping their phone.

Taken aback by embarrassment and fear, they leap back, their eyes searching for the ones of the person whose personal space they just invaded. Well, to be fair, he was the one invading their personal space by standing right outside the door to their - well, to Corpse’s apartment.

The fear and irritation die down almost instantly when Y/N recognizes the person standing opposite them.

“Mind telling me why we’re talking on the phone when you could’ve come in and we could’ve had a normal person conversation?!“ They snap, ironically enough - they’re still holding the phone to their ear.

So is Corpse whos is smiling guiltily, “That’s why I called, I forgot my keys, but I got...carried...sorry.”

Well, at least this serves as proof Y/N’s not the only forgetful one.

~ ~ ~

Corpse has been stuck in his recording room for four hours now, never stopping his stream to take care of his basic human needs such as eating or going to the bathroom. This behavior of his has Y/N worried sick and unable to focus on the task at hand - an assignment they’ve been trying to finish for two hours now, sitting with their computer on their lap and looking hopelessly at the blank Word document waiting for them to fill it up while they are waiting for it to start writing itself.

Seeing as how neither are gonna happen, not until Y/N puts their mind at ease, they slowly put the laptop aside, standing up to carefully skip on over to Corpse’s recording room to check on him, stopping by the kitchen to grab him a snack and a bottle of water along the way.

The door to the darkened room is open a crack, as usual, suggesting they can enter without knocking - this also means he’ll probably not hear them even if they knock so the whole gesture would be pointless. Not that Y/N has a tendency to knock or anything... Waltzing in, they find that the only light in the room is the very faint and dark glow of the computer screen which is displaying a dark and dingy room from a first-person view of the protagonist of whatever game Corpse’s currently playing.

“Corpse?!“ They whisper-yell/hiss at him, trying their best to grasp his attention without startling him - they don’t need to be told that the game is of the horror genre and the last thing they need is for their boyfriend to flip backwards and fall out of his chair because they scared the shit out of him. “Hey?!“

Neither attempts prove futile so, despite their best instincts telling them differently, they walk over to him and tap him on the shoulder. The reaction, while within the realm of expectancy, is a lot more startled than they expected, accompanied by a scream on top of all. They’d never heard him scream in fear before, it’s quite amusing if they’re being honest.

They suppress a snicker as Corpse’s wide open eyes meet their squinting ones in the darkness, “Y/N...babe...what is it? Is everything ok?”

Y/N rolls their eyes, “No, everything isn’t ok. Your unhealthy habit of forgetting to take care of yourself, for example.” They put the snack and the bottle on the his desk, giving him their best disappointed-parent look before turning on their heel to strut their way out of the room. However, just as they are about to make their exit, they stop right at the doorframe, giving their stunned one final glance over their shoulder with a smug smirk playing across their face, “Oh and by the way, that’s what I like to call revenge.” Just like that, they leave, pushing the door back into its previous position.

And boy, is it some sweet, sweet revenge.

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bakatenshii · 5 years ago

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Dabi x Reader (BNHA)

word count: 5.1k

TW: 18+, smut, dub/noncon, drug use/abuse, corruption, virginity, (mild) blood

A/N: I am 12 days late for Sunny’s birthday, but my heart beats for one person and one person only— the light of my life, my wife @blahkugo, who wrote me two (2!!) Shig fics for my bday Charity & Sludge, that I reread on the daily like the morning news. Cheeky shoutout to @thisisthehardestthing for writing one iconic sentence in here that I would have framed if I could.

flushed

/fləSHt/

(of a person's skin) red and hot, typically as the result of illness or strong emotion.

cleanse (something) by causing large quantities of water to pass through it.

Dabi doesn’t prowl for prey, he’s not on the lookout for fowl to take home for dinner. No, they come to him. It’s easy, always so obvious, he plucks them out like chicken in a hen house, ripe for breeding.

It wasn’t hard to spot a desperate girl burning out, Hell, the campus’ full of them. But you had something more, something fun, something that made his lips quirk up and his dick twitch— you were uncorrupted.

He can just tell, despite the airs you try to give, the aura of a virgin’s akin to an omega in heat to a starving alpha. Sweet, honeysuckle, the tiny flinches when a man gets too close, the breathy lilt in your voice when they propose something too risque; he inhales it all, commits it all to memory like you were desperately trying to do as you chewed on the tip of your pen and scratched out lines on the book in front of you.

He didn’t need to push, you were already teetering the line, but he did it anyways— because it was fun.

It was elating to watch you stumble into class the next day, eyes dark with sleepless anxiety, misery painted into every crevice of your features while your notes were tucked neatly into the drawer in his room. Really, you shouldn’t have left them so open on the lecture hall table, it’s like inviting a robber home and cooking him a three course meal.

Finals season marked the end of your social life, and the beginning of Dabi’s career. It was almost boring, the repetitive nature of his job; too easy, too simple, a mockery of the entitled bookworms who look down on scummy repeaters like him. But the entitlement is what fuels him, over-achievers fearing for two simple digits on a crumpled sheet of paper as if it’s worse than death itself.

He thrives off of their stubbornness to accept anything below perfect; the hilarity of it all, the irony that their insurance to achieve higher standards than that of a scum like him only fuels his lifestyle, bringing him deeper down the depths of degeneracy.

He sat behind you closer than usual, spoke a lil louder than usual, dropped in the most nonchalant comment about a study drug kids are crazing over these days. He watched as you flinched, hands stopped moving to listen in to the spiel he was spewing, the fishing hook he was dangling in front of you.

A magic pill, one that’ll help you concentrate, kill any sleepiness, get you buzzed for hours on end— best of all, it’s totally legal, he gets it from a pharmacist, scout’s honour.

That’s what he told you when you turned around to him at the end of class, whispering in hushed fear, nerves bouncing off your skin in goosebumps on your exposed arms.

Why he’s selling it? Because he needs some extra cash, he said. He knew you didn’t believe him, but he knew you were desperate enough not to care.

When you met him in the dead of night at the empty carpark of his building, he knew he’s got you; hook, line, and sinker. No self-respecting girl would meet bottom-barrel trash like him in a deserted location at half three in the morning, no, you were untainted, but you weren’t pure.

He didn’t need to know it worked, doesn’t matter what your test results reflected, all that mattered was that you came back to him a few weeks later, met him at the same dingy carpark, hands trembling slightly less this time.

He pretended to scold you, reveled in the way your lips curled into a soft pout, and warned you that tolerance builds fast. Do it in moderation, he had said— he’s the world’s biggest hypocrite.

You came to him only a week later this time, and Dabi had pretended to be shocked. He wasn’t, he gave you a lower dosage the last time, there was no way you’d have been satisfied. Microdosing leads the unsuspecting to addiction, the one fact he learned from school. He lectured you, asked you if you’d built up tolerance too fast, if you wanted to try something different?

He watched as your eyes lit up, pupils dilating in excitement at the promise of something different, something better. It really was too easy. You were too easy.

That night he invited himself over to yours, said he’d wanted to make sure you didn’t have any side effects. It was new, after all, and it was stronger. He’d sit there and be quiet, he promised; it was all out of the kindness of his own heart.

It was almost embarrassing how eagerly you’d lie to yourself in hopes of a better grade.

Dabi wasn’t gonna do anything to you that night, trust takes time to build up after all. Besides, it’s no fun to pounce on the prey before they started running. You studied the nonsensical scribbling on annotated novels, he studied your tiny movements, twitches, nervous habits; etched them into his brain for future use.

A too-long breath, a gasp, a clench of the fist signaled your come-up. He timed it, approximately thirty-five minutes for the initial peak, then smaller spikes at half hour intervals, totaling in four hours before you came down. Impressive, still, considering he’d given you the same dosage as the first time.

He stuck to his words, staying quiet only until prompted, offered you water every once in a while, really, he deserved an Oscar for playing the best supporting dealer. It only took two more sessions before your tolerance peaked again, calculated and timed to perfection right before the next assignment.

The beauty of seeking out an English major was that they’re always searching, reaching into the void for any type of inspiration to translate into eloquently formed words. The beauty of seeking out you, was that you were already in too deep, hooked by the lil pills and plunged into the bottom of the ocean.

Your grades rose while your inhibitions sank, a dramatic irony, isn’t that what they called it?

It’s cute, really, he only had to give you a nudge this time. Asked you how your assignment was going, played the sympathetic friend, and offered you something completely new, completely different. ‘Have you ever tried 2CB?’

Silly question, rhetorical, almost; of course you hadn’t. Innocent sweet girl like you never would’ve even touched weed, much less a hallucinogen. But he poses it to you in an eager tone like he’s genuinely waiting on an answer, like this isn’t just one big game to him. He laughed when you said no, asked him what it was— do you want him to show you?

You trust him, don’t you? He’s helped you through your exams, supported you through your assignments, honestly, he deserved a pat on the back. Don’t tell him you didn’t trust him, come on now, that’d break his heart.

He didn’t expect you to put up a fight, but you gave in almost too easily, guess those lil pills really did migrate and nest in your bloodstream.

The safety of your own dorm room was always granted to you, a faux-sense of security to veil you in, shield you from the true depth of depravity you’ve sunken to. He held you underwater in a net, ensuring you that he’d pull you up whenever— ‘just say the word.’

The net had long been cut, he’d admired the way you’d comforted down there, paddling aimlessly in hopeful conviction.

It’s become routine, almost. Dabi lets himself in easily, settles into the couch across your desk, pulls out a baggy and passes it to you. “A psychedelic,” he explains, “you’ll see colours you’d never seen, find beauty in everything, an artist’s best friend,” if he does say so himself.

He watches you pop the lil pill in your mouth, follow the stream of water pour down your throat, traveling the rips and divots of your tongue, before it drops down your throat into your bloodstream with a bob of your larynx. You’re so pliant, so obedient, he reminds himself to thank your parents for grooming such a cute lil doll.

You let out a loud gasp an hour and a half later, and he watches your fingers curl into themselves; and for the first time he speaks unprompted.

“You good?” It’s almost genuine; the curiosity, at least. He wants to know how articulate you are, needs to know how deeply submerged your consciousness has become.

He watches as you meet his gaze, little tongue dashing out to wet your lips, and nods once, twice, slowly. You shake your head almost immediately after, croaking out an, “I feel ill,” before pushing meekly at your desk to stand your body up. Cute, weak.

Just how he likes them.

He reaches an arm out to you, pulling you into his chest easily and nests your head into the crook of his neck. “Nauseous, aren’t you?” You nod, and he smirks. “Don’t worry princess, it’s just a rough come-up. I’ll make you feel better, I promise.”

It’s almost believable, how sickly sweet he sounds. Too many sitcoms accumulated in recycled dialogues to woo girls in any situation; mix and match, simple yet effective.

He can feel the restless rise and fall of your chest pressing against his, short quick pants as if gasping for air, a small hand scraping at his arm; yeah, you’re definitely coming up.

He picks you up and nestles you into your own couch, so easily as if handling a ragdoll, then walks to the kitchen and pours you some water. The perfect friend, the perfect support, the perfect dealer. You’re so vulnerable, so exposed, you don’t even know it; it makes his brain fog over with carnal desire to pounce— but he doesn’t. Not yet.

He lays back on the couch with you, arm snaking around your shoulder to coax you into a subdued euphoria. All the words he’s garnered throughout the years of fishing for his next meal come bubbling out so naturally in practiced scripts, “It’s okay princess, it’s a stronger pill. It’ll make you feel better, I promise.” He’s promising a whole lot, tonight.

“Hey,” he tips your face to meet his with all the tenderness of a lion stalking its prey, “I’m here, right? You trust me, don’t you? I’ve never let you down. I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

It’s hard to force down the gagging noise on cue with his disgustingly fake, rom-com lines, but the way he can feel your body loosen, relax, and mold into his tells him he’s close. So close.

This is the best part, this is what he’s good at; the last stretch of patience while stalking his prey, with footsteps so light, treading so carefully, until the air slows down around him and he can taste your scent wafting through the air.

It happens in an instant, a whole-body jolt as you tense up, euphoria announced with a sharp gasp. The smile that crawls up his face is nothing short of sinister, predatory, but he knows you don’t notice. You can’t. Your eyes are strewn shut, basking in the high, and he takes the moment to swallow the pill he’s held under his tongue.

It’s no fun to tripsit, he doesn’t get anything out of that, and Dabi doesn’t do things for free. He feels your head fall back onto his shoulder, short breaths warming a ripple of goosebumps up his neck, and watches as you push your heavy lids open to gaze at the ceiling.

He can feel your giggles reverberating through his chest before he hears them, innocent, pure, unsuspecting. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, because virtuous girls like you like to be treasured, made to feel special, safe— he can make you feel safe; no one’s told him not to play with his food before he eats it.

He watches as you flutter your eyelids at him, sigh into his touch, really, you’re the textbook prototype, he doesn’t even need to adjust his tactics. “You feelin’ good?” A hot breath into your ear, and he revels in the way your lips pout to let out a soft sigh.

Funny how differently you react when you’re high out of your mind, maybe it’s the drug, or maybe it’s just Dabi? You’ve always wanted a bad boy like him, didn’t you? Good girls like bad guys; it’s textbook cliché, and you’re the blueprint.

He doesn’t wait on an answer, he knows it: you’re feeling good, great— divine. He’ll be right there with you soon, he promises.

“Tell me what you see, princess,” Dabi’s not listening when a cascade of nonsensical descriptions come bubbling out, he doesn’t care. It’s all to get you to keep talking, shift your attention elsewhere while his hand slithers down your arm to play with the hem of your shirt.

At the first brush of his finger on the bare skin of your waist, he feels you purr into him, eyes rolling back in bliss. It’s his cue to give you more, invitation for him to snake his other hand up your naked thigh and knead the flesh gently.

Gentle does it, he’ll bring you higher as you go.

He ghosts a breath just under your ear, nipping at your lobe, and admires the full body shiver tumbling through. Moans, loud and needy, come panting out past your lips and echoes off the walls before bouncing back to him. He lets you symphonize short breaths and whiney pleas with each lick and suck traveling down your neck, painting blooms of purple and red as his hand travels dangerously high.

A firm grip is all the warning he gives you before he tucks his fingers into the crease of your thigh, laughing almost at how obediently you spread your legs. What happened to that pure, innocent girl? Guess under all that laid a dirty whore, just like the rest of ‘em.

It was slick, so wet, pussy dripping past the delicate lace and drooling over his fingers. Lace, befitting of a slut who lured him in with the fake charms of a virgin. He slides a finger down your slit, gathering up all the juices before presenting it to you.

“What do you see?” He holds up his finger, slick dripping down like syrup, and watches your pupils dilate in effort to focus. He can see the way your lips part, string of saliva connecting the two soft molds, before gasping out, “melting ice cream.”

“Want a taste?”

You clamp over his finger before he even asks you to, sucks on the digit like it’s a melting ice lolly, before your eyes shoot open and mouth twists in disgust. Of course it doesn’t taste nice, normal food isn’t even edible when you’re rolling like this. You’re sticking your tongue out, in an attempt to air out the taste, or maybe you’re just a dumb dog, a dumb bitch, he’s not sure. He doesn’t really care.

The same hand, now slick with saliva, grips your chin and crashes your lips into his. His tongue finds yours first, tip licking up the crevice of yours lolling out, and he sucks it into his mouth like it’s a crime for it to be kissing the air.

There’s no modesty, no gentleness, his tongue pries your lips open, and he feels the weakest form of resistance before he’s thrusting the muscle down your throat. He lapping over the back of your teeth, traces over each bump and rugae on the gummy sides, and snickers at your shit attempt to kiss him back with your slack mouth drooling out the corners.

He feels a pawing at his arm— your hand meekly grabbing at the sleeve of his shirt to bring him in closer, press his chest into your soft tits, crowd him into you more, more, more.

It’s cute; it’s stupidly desperate.

He gets it though, it’s no worries. Human nature is all it is; the desire to climb higher and higher— he wonders if he can get one out of you before the pill hits him.

There’s no gentleness in the way his hand slots between your legs and cups your dripping cunt this time. He wishes he has more time to admire the way your legs quiver and twitch with every firm pat against your clit, but he’s on a time crunch. There’s so much time to spare, he can play with it all he wants later.

He can feel your needy moan vibrate through his lips and reverberate straight into his brain, sloppy mouths working simultaneously together and against each other as he rips your panties and shorts off in one go. Any self respecting girl would shut their legs in shame, in embarrassment, any attempt to protect their dignity, but you don’t. He doesn’t let you, anyways.

A hand moves under your shirt to roughly grip at your tits in the same breath he sinks a finger into your sopping hole. Inhale; squeeze, thrust, exhale— you moan. It’s tight, as tight as a virgin pussy should be, but not too tight that it fights against the foreign digit ramming into it at a relentless pace too rough and quick to befit an unexplored hole.

He can feel the pulsing around him, gummy walls milking his finger for all its worth, and he digs his palm into your swollen bud; it’s all he needed for you to come undone. You don’t squeal, you don’t scream, the 2CB in your system rendering you incapable of anything except long breathy sobs of his name.

His finger pops out with a wet squelch, and he brings it to his mouth to taste it; tarty, thick— he’s still sober. You’re blubbering out drivel about the stars you saw, the colours swirling around at the peak of your euphoria, you think you saw God— is Dabi God?

Dabi had to laugh, pat you on the head with his hand covered in syrupy slick, watch it leak and clump your strands of hair. He picks you up with your shorts and panties drenched through dangling at your ankles, and walks you to your bed.

You don’t notice, still basking in the afterglow; he knows this. Not that you’d push him off, tell him to stop. Not in your state anyways. You couldn’t even if you wanted to.

He drops you once the bed’s in frame at the same time he feels his pulse rise, heart palpitate, and a wave of nausea threatens to bubble over. It doesn’t; he doesn’t let it. An experienced veteran would never. It’s a welcomed sensation, one he’s all too familiar with, and he gives himself a brief minute to breathe it in, savour it, before glancing back down at your limp body on the bed.

Is it your body? He can trace your silhouette from the dip of your waist, the full of your hips, something glistening, gleaming in the light— your pretty little virgin cunt. His eyes roll back at the next inhale before he finds himself landing on the bed on top of you, forearms digging into the soft mattress of your bed.

He hears your voice singing into his brain, soft lulls of his name stringing out in DabiDabiDabi— the desperation and need shooting straight to his cock, he doesn’t even need to look down at your soft pliant body, welcoming him, inviting him in.

“Feels good, yeah?” His voice comes out rougher than usual, low and strained, and laughs at how eagerly you nod, watches your chin catch the air and paint strokes of colour following the route it takes, “Who makes you feel this good?”

He knows, he knows because it’s all you’ve been able to say the past while, the only word on your mind that you can even blubber out—

“You, Dabi,” your pants grow heavier; his pants grow tighter, “it’s you Dabi, please—“

A hand reaches up to cradle his cheek, your soft, uncalloused, hand, and he grips it by the wrist before bringing it up to his face. He traces every line that curves and meets on your palm with his tongue, letting it be covered entirely with drool before wrenching it down under his joggers and into his boxers to cup his aching erection.

His hips rut into your palm almost immediately as a knee-jerk reaction, every hump into your tiny hand has him panting into your face, sweat beading at his temples. His tongue drops down to lick at your lips, asking for entrance, begging for access. Your lips might’ve parted just a fraction, maybe just to let out a breathe, but Dabi takes it as permission to thrust his tongue in and prod at your dormant one.

He can feel you gag at the sudden intrusion, throat convulsing to push back the unfamiliar slimy muscle, and he briefly considers yanking your hand out and shoving his cock down that pretty little mouth of yours.

But he doesn’t, because he doesn’t have the patience. He needs it urgently, needs your tight virgin cunny stretching and agonizing over his overbearing size, needs to feel the flutter of the gummy walls with each thrust; he needs it bad, he needs it now—

Your hand is wrenched away as he yanks both waistbands down to his thighs. He looks at you, eyes blurring through kaleidoscopic vision, and makes out your disoriented gaze staring back at him. Disoriented with toxins, disoriented with need, lust, desperation— a hand reaches behind Dabi’s neck and pulls him back down to crash bruised lips together.

It’s all the invitation he needs, not that he needs it, no, what he needs is to sink his painfully hard cock into that sweet, sweet cunt of yours. There’s a faint squealing coming from underneath him, and he thinks he can feel nails digging crescents into his nape, but all he can feel is your warm, wet walls clenching around him.

There was no need to prepare you for any longer, there’s no point if he doesn’t stretch your virgin pussy out with his own cock; it’s wasted on fingers, his fingers don’t deserve to feel the way you walls quiver and contract around it. The pitched cries stop eventually as he feels your body go pliant and soft, and he has half a mind to realize you’re probably starting to come down soon.

He doesn’t wanna deal with that, you won’t be sober for another few hours, but you’ve peaked already, and not with him; that’s not fair, that’s no fun. His cock stills inside you with half still unsheathed and he reaches down into his pocket to take out a baggy of powder. There’s a spoon in, thank fuck, and he feeds a small bump right up to your nose.

“Inhale,” he slots it right up your nostril, “it’ll make you feel good, didn’t you feel good?” Your head lowers to nod, bumps the edge of the spoon right into the cartilage of your nose, and inhale. Good girl.

The baggy is tossed haphazardly before he’s working his dick into you again, cockhead pushing through the doughy walls in search of that pocket at the end of your pussy.

You don’t struggle anymore, instead clinging onto his shoulders and carving half-moons into the flesh. It hurts a lil, and Dabi doesn’t like it when it hurts, not when he’s the one hurting.

He snatches your hands off him and pushes them above your head, into the plush forgiving mattress. His teeth are back on your neck, biting over the ripples of purple and green and red and blue, reveling in your cries and moans that come out in symphonies.

It feels good, great— divine, it’s what he deserves for bringing you to Nirvana. He’s basically your muse, after all, how can you truly describe rapture without experiencing it first?

He can hear your moans ringing out from underneath, can see them traveling in the air in hues of reds and pinks and reds and reds— there’s red on your bedsheets, of course there is. He forgot that’s what comes with a virgin cunt; blood, mixing with the translucent coating his cock, dripping down and painting the crisp white sheet red, drifting into the air and congesting the whole room with red.

He inhales the colour, sucks it into his lungs, and uses it to fuel the pistoning of his hips. Your breaths turn to pants, turns to sobs of his name leaving your lips again, and he thinks you look good, so good, taking his cock like this. You should thank him for bringing you to your second orgasm.

Just look at you, crazy isn’t it? Crazy what a lil pill can do. But he’s got something better, something so much better, something that’ll bring you to a new dimension. You want that, don’t you? C’mon don’t be shy, Dabi will bring you right there, don’t you worry.

There’s still the faint cries from your orgasm when he flips you over and pushes your face into the untainted sheets. He watches as your hands sprawl up to grip and grasp at something, anything, and his hands ease up on the hold on your skull for a second to let you wheeze and greedily gasp for air.

He flickers a trail of blue down your back, watches the flames dance and rage in a mirage, every bouquet indented by the ligament of each tender rib, and there’s a faint scream. The pitch rises with the flames, taunting it to go higher, faster, paint murals in every swell of your back until he can’t see anything except ash coal char.

Dabi blinks, squints his eyes as he throws his head back to focus on the paint chipping on the ceiling. It cracks and crinkles, shying away from his pointed glare, before he sucks in a deep breath and looks back down at you.

There’s no ash, no char, only warm tanned flesh, pressed flush against the pristine white sheets underneath. It burns against the pads of his long fingers splayed out across your back, and he winces in annoyance at the irony.

You don’t seem to notice his pause, too fucked out or fucked up to register what’s going around you probably. A mixture of both; Dabi can’t really remember what he’s given you or how long he’s been there.

He can’t decide if he wants to stay there anymore, can’t make out the pros and cons of either. He counts them off with each painful yank of your hair, each harsh thrust into your abused virgin cunt— it was that, wasn’t it?

He was there because he sniffed out a cute lil virgin, one so untainted and untouched, one begging for him to corrupt. He’s not known to be very generous, but sometimes he gets into one of those moods; it can’t be helped when there’s a desperate doll waiting to be torn apart.

He knows what you want, can read you with his eyes closed— you don’t need eyes to feel the pulse of a greedy cunny; it clenches with every slap of the face, damn near clamps down entirely as his slender fingers slither around to the front of your throat.

Two fingers shove past your lolling tongue and yanks your head back by the digits hooked on the corner of your mouth. There’s drool, and spit, and so many fluids coming and entering all at once— and then you’re coming, again, probably, for the third time that night. Fourth?

It’s methodical, straightforward, he reads the instruction manual once, maybe twice if the first one’s a bit faulty, and he’s got it down to muscle memory.

At the sound of heaving he looks back down again, admires the feel of two of his fingertips fucked straight into the back of your throat, and pushes down on the rugged gummy wall. You gag, and he laughs. It’s cute, so cute, you’re real cute, you know?

“Such a good lil whore aren’t you?” He digs his nails into the flesh of your hip and rams his cockhead until he can feel the kiss from your puckered cervix. “All fucked out of your mind, bet you can’t even hear me, can you?”

He watches as you gurgle out words past his fingers wedged down your slack mouth, and choke on the pools of saliva drooling out. It’s the funniest sight, fascinates him to death, really.

A slap to the face might bring you out of your daze, so he slips his hand back out of your sloppy mouth and revels at your body propelling forward straight into the headboard. He grasps at the tips of your hair and wrench your body back towards him before any satisfying impact could sound out. It’s a shame, but concussions are not in his agenda.

“Been fucked so loose, filthy slut can’t even keep your body up,” he rolls your hair around his hands and yanks back until your skull meets his chin; it’s excruciatingly painful, probably, and that’s why it’s the best.

It’s the perfect way for your mouth to fall open naturally, to scream, squeal, fluster around in attempt to be freed from the position— it creates the perfect hole for him to spit in. He watches as your face contorts in disgust, tongue pushed out to let his spit drool out the sides, but that’s no fun, not very nice of you, is it?

“Swallow,” he assists you with an extra hard thrust, and you choke on the moan coming out. His hand comes forward from your hip to rest under your chin before pushing it up so it clamps shut, “I said, swallow.”

Your eyes flood with tears that waterfall down your face, and God, he thinks you look the best like this— wrecked on his cock, body littered in purple and red, covered in sweat and blood and cum; his perfect lil cocksleeve, just for him.

It’s emotional, almost— religious, even, he can feel the palpitations in his heart thumping against his chest echoing off the headboard banging against the wall, and lets the euphoria consume him, wash over him as he coats your walls with hot ropes of cream and white, hips stuttering with your greedy cunny fluttering and clenching around it, milking and sucking in his cock in deeper, deeper, more.

He thinks you might’ve cum, might still be cumming, but all he can hear is the Messiah calling for him, choir singing lulling him into an infinite jubilation; he closes his eyes to bathe in it, let himself be cleansed and washed over with ecstasy.

When he pulls out, your body flops onto the mattress, and he watches as white dribbles out your quivering hole, mixing with the red on the sheets, creating a puddle of pink and magenta, before passing out in the fuschia.

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