#cupid hawks x reader

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Day two - ᴄᴜᴘɪᴅ’ꜱ ꜰᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀꜱ: ᴘʀᴏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ʜᴀᴡᴋꜱ; ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ ❤︎

List prompts <3 ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ : ❤︎ , ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ : ★?

Pro hero hawks chooses : ❤︎

Warning! : Grammar errors, Not proofread,

A/n: hello 👋 sooo I’m late 😭 pt2 was supposed to be yesterday update, but it’s okay, I suppose I’ll be uploading two specials today, the other might be short though 🥺, I hope that’s okay 🙌

[February 13, 2023 __ 2:45 AM ]

It was yet another day for the number two hero, Hawks. He was currently patrolling certain areas in Japan and to be specific; a small café.

There, in the little warm and cozy café; worked an employee that was just the sweetest and certainly the sassiest of employees around.

She was certainly serving an excited customer, as the said customer happily ate their snack in peace. ‘It wouldn’t hurt to visit.’ Hawks thought and processed to fly down to the door.

You went to your next consumer, “Hello sir and madam, what can I get for you today?” You kindly smiled, with your notepads in hand; ready to order.

They ordered two drinks and their snacks for the day. You hummed and smiled as you took their orders, “Alrighty then, I’ll be back with your orders.”

As you went back to the kitchen, you hadn’t noticed a certain red feather smoothly following after you; it neatly placed itself on your hair bun. Making it look sort of stylish. “Here are orders madam and mister, I hope you enjoy!” You, softy, place their drinks and snacks on the table-

“Uh, Ms… (Ln), you have something on your hair,” The woman points towards your hair. You pat your hair embarrassedly, thinking you had bedhead, and forgot to brush it down. To your surprise, you pat a certain soft… feather?

It was red-wait. A red feather, you looked at your surroundings and spotted a certain red-winged hero. He was happily minding his own business, until he looked towards you and waved his gloved hand, with an ever-so-charming smile.

His smile slowly turned into a smirk, as he leaned into the palm of his hand. You were confused until slowly felt his feather slithering down to your neck.

‘What’s going on??!!’

You apologize to the couple and excused yourself, not before asking your co-workers to take your place. You looked towards Hawks, questionably glaring at him. You walked to the kitchen and towards the back of the alley door.

“Hey, kido! I see your on break now, how bout we go on a date now; what do you say?” Hawks suddenly appear. He smirks; thinking he’s got you; although, that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Hawks! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be patrolling with your sidekicks. Not goofing off!” You sighed in utter disbelief, although; it warmed your heart. He flew across Japan, just to see you.

“But I wanted to see my chickadee first! My little ray of hope, my baby bird!” You chuckled, flattered at his compliments. That Includes, him wanting to see you again. It felt nice being thought of,

“Okay, okay, but couldn’t you do it after I get out of work.” You sigh, shaking your head.

“Of course,” Hawks replies. You smiled kindly, “Okay thank you, honey, I appreciate It-“

“Not,” You rolled your eyes at your ‘charming’ boyfriend; and just prosed to turn back, walking towards the door. Well tried to at least, you felt a hand taking hold of your wrist; softy backing you up to the building wall. “Hawks! Be careful, someone might see-“

“Then let them see songbird,” Hawks sternly states, but there was still a gentleness in his tone. You could have even mistaken it for a desperate  plea if you heard close enough.

You were aware of how desperate; Hawks wanted to announce his relationship status, with you. Even though he was smart enough to know that, it’ll only endanger both you and him. You, because of possibly being a target, and him; having you as his weakness.

“Don’t worry songbird, when you're ready to announce; I’ll be here. I’ll wait for you, I’ll hold you as close as I possibly can.” He kisses the top of your head; as he softly smoothes out your hair. Even though he so desperately wants to embrace your small figure, he couldn’t risk the possibility of being found out.

“And I’ll be here, to comfort you when you need me. My silly bird brain.” He chuckles at his given nickname.

“I’ll be waiting Dove.”

[February 14, 2023 __ 3:23 AM ]

You woke to a gentle feeling in the back of your neck. It was light and soft against it, but it was also ticklish as it went down to your side.

You sleepily smile, eyes closed; soon you felt that same soft feeling on your back. You turned your head, only to be met with a cute red feather. The said red feather; flew towards your face and gently caresses your cheek.

You giggled, “Good morning my love,” you greeted, knowing Hawks can hear your greeting through the feather. The feather tickles your skin and letting out a soft giggle, you try to chase it as it just flows away from you, although; you were met with a weird feeling beneath your toes.

You look down and saw small little rose petals, all over your little space. Your eyes trail where the petals were leading to, it was outside your door. You happily jumped in excitement, knowing what day it was.

You follow the rose petals and found an item on the floor, a box to be exact. You opened the said box and found a beautiful little charm inside. You noticed that there weren’t any other roses in front of you; you were slightly disappointed.

That was until you looked towards your side and noticed there was a certain red feather in front of your face. Oh!

“Thank you, love,” you thanked it and proceeded to continue to open the door, but the door was opened for you; it was your little lovely feather, it open it.

You were well aware of how strong Hawks feathers were in battle but, you didn’t think they were THAT strong. “Maybe I should give these little cuties more credit, for their hard work huh~” You coo as you open the door.

“You indeed should, baby bird~” you smiled up at your little cute surprise. Hawks held flowers, chocolate, and your favorite stuffed animal; with a  ribbon attached to it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Dove,” You excitedly jumped into his arms, almost knocking your gifts, but hey! no worries; his feather caught it.

“I’m guesses you like your surprise?”

“I love you!” You corrected him, he happily chirps at your excitement. You grabbed your items and thanked him for the said items. As you were about to kiss him, he stops you and told you, he held yet another surprise; although, he looked… nervous.

You happily smiled and placed your other items on a nearby table. You turned to face him and he inhaled and shakily exhaled, as he face you, with his hands on his back.

“...(Yn),” Hawks calls out, grabbing your attention,

“Hawks,” You happily smiled.

Hawks feather caresses your check softy, as some of them pushed you towards him. You giggled. “Why are you nervous baby?” You asked slightly concerned,

“Hawks-“

“(Yn),”

“Yes?” You looked at him confusedly but, waited patiently for what he had to say. Course you would, your the kind of person he needed in life; and that’s why it’s time.

“Everyday I become more sure that you’re the one,” He fiddles his thumbs nervously but continues ,nonetheless; “and of course you’re still the one, you’ll always be the one.”

You were swooned by his confession and were about to say something, but Hawks softy chuckled.

“I’m not done sweetheart,”

“Oh! I’m sorry, please; processed,” You embarrassedly place your hand on your checks, a slightly blush forming on your features.

“Ah, you know what; screw tradition,” He says as he walks towards you, he was so dame nervous to even process with what he was trying to do.

You were confused, and profoundly apologize for interrupting him, but he stoped you by pulling you into a breathtaking kiss. Then pulls away, to kiss your neck in oder to distract you….

“There,” he states, caressing your face as he twirls, and plays with you hair. You hummed confusedly, Hawks take ahold of your right hand and kisses… A DIAMOND RING!!!!

You shed happy tears, and quickly embrace him; placing kisses on his face and lips multiple times. Hawks kisses your neck softy and pulls you up to spin you around.

You noticed his feathers circling around the both of you’s, happily twirling here and there. You kisses his check once more. He coos and kisses the crown of your head,

“Happy Valentine’s Day angel bride~”

“Happy Valentine’s Day Mr. bird brain,”

[shiveringrodent]

Tell me Keigo, how did you get yourself in this?

My mischievous Cupid.

[ref: Amore Rapito by sculpture artist Accossato]

[candycandy00]

Come Find Me - A Hawks x Reader x Dabi Horror Fanfic

You’re dating your childhood friend Touya, and things are going well, until you’re kidnapped and drugged by a serial killer named Keigo. 

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Dark Content. Noncon/Rape via drugging and Dubcon. Humiliation. Voyeurism. This is a dark, disturbing fic! 

Written for the Halloween challenge in the X Reader Lovers Community! Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more and @benkeibear!

You step out of your parents’ house, closing the door behind you and making sure your phone is crammed into your small purse. As you step off the porch and into the driveway, you hear a familiar voice call your name. You turn to see your next door neighbor and childhood friend Touya crossing over into your yard. 

“Goin’ somewhere?” he asks, glancing at his watch. 

“Yeah, just gotta grab a few things at the store for mom,” you reply. 

He stands there awkwardly for a moment, looking around. “It’s gettin’ pretty dark. Want me to go with you?”

You smile at his concern. The two of you are both in college, but still live in your childhood homes for now. Partly because you’re hesitant to separate. You’ve been in love with him since you were children, and only recently confessed your feelings to him. In true Touya fashion, he’d scoffed, looked away, and blushed before quietly admitting that he felt the same way. 

You’re still trying to navigate this new dynamic in your relationship. You’ve only been on a couple of dates so far, and only had your first kiss three days ago as the two of you sat on your bed watching a movie. Despite being adults, you feel like teenagers sneaking around. Touya suggested taking a weekend trip just to have some privacy. You’re excited for what might happen when you’re truly alone together.

“I’ll be fine,” you tell him. “I’m just going to the convenience store down the street.”

He frowns. “Yeah, but with those rumors going around…”

“I’ll take mom’s car, okay? Seriously, I’ll be fine. We used to walk to that store all the time when we were kids, remember?”

You understand his concern. For the past few months, women around your age have been turning up dead, their bodies butchered in horrific ways. Rumors have been going around that they all had one thing in common besides being in their early twenties. 

All of them had high levels of Cupid’s Arrow in their system.

Cupid’s Arrow is a new, very dangerous drug that you had zero interest in until the rumors started. After all, you’ve never tried anything stronger than some cheap weed Touya bought from a friend when you were both teenagers. And Cupid’s Arrow is powerful, with terrifying effects. 

Anyone given Cupid’s Arrow will immediately develop an intense romantic and sexual obsession with the first person they see after taking it. The effect is so strong that the user will do literally anything to please the object of their obsession, even if it results in great harm.

Apparently, some couples who are into more extreme activities like to try using it, and some couples have used it as a way of proving their trust in each other. And of course, like with all things, there are people who use it to abuse others, basically turning people into their own brainwashed sex slaves. 

The idea of these poor women being given the drug, being abused in some disgusting way, and then murdered while still on the drug, disturbs you greatly. The poor things probably laid there and let the killer chop them up, all the while looking at him adoringly. The thought sends shivers down your spine. 

Still, the women were all found near the city, not out in the suburbs where you live. And the store is close by. What kind of life is it if a grown woman can’t go to a store by herself? 

You give Touya a kiss on the cheek and climb into your mom’s car. “I’ll be right back,” you tell him. 

He still looks worried as he watches you pull out of the driveway, throwing his hand up in somewhat awkward wave. 

The drive there is brief and uneventful, and the small store is uncrowded. You quickly gather up the items your mom needed and a couple of snacks for yourself, then start toward the front to check out. That’s when you remember Touya waiting for you, and decide to pick up something for him. 

You head back down the snack aisle again, barely noticing the other person walking down it. You stop and look over the various bags and packages until you spot the strawberry pocky Touya loves. You smile to yourself as you reach out to grab the last pack. Suddenly, another hand is reaching toward the pocky, brushing against your own. 

You draw back, looking at the man standing next to you. He’s just a few inches taller than you, with wavy dark blonde hair and sharp, golden eyes. 

“Oh, sorry!” he says, his face breaking into a friendly smile. He’s very good looking, though you think Touya is much hotter. 

“That’s okay,” you tell him, returning the smile, “you can have it.”

“Oh no, sweetheart, you take it,” he says, flashing a grin. 

You blink at the pet name, but decide to quickly make it clear that you’re taken. “I was just picking them up for my boyfriend. I can get him something else.”

If he’s deterred at all by your comment, he doesn’t show it. Instead he grabs the pack of pocky and casually tosses them into your basket. “Don’t worry about it. I think I’m hungry for something different anyway.”

You’re not sure if he’s being suggestive or nice, so you give him an uneasy smile and nod before walking to the counter to pay, leaving him to continue browsing the snacks. 

When you step out into the cool evening air, you sigh as you hear your phone chime. You hope it’s not a message from your mom, adding another item to the list. You shift your bags to one arm and then dig your phone out of your purse, pausing in the middle of the parking lot to look at the screen. 

You smile. It’s a message from Touya, asking how the shopping trip is going. He really does worry too much. 

“Just leaving the store,” you type back. “See you soon.”

Just as you start to drop your phone back into your purse, you suddenly sense movement behind you. But before you can turn to look back, a white cloth covers your mouth and nose. You smell a strange chemical odor as your body becomes weak. Your bags, phone, and purse drop to the ground. 

A familiar, friendly voice at your ear says, “Sorry, sweetheart, but I’m taking you home with me.”

You want to fight, to struggle, but all strength has left your body. You’ve gone limp in his arms, and now, darkness overtakes you. 

When you wake up, you have no idea how much time has passed, and even less idea of where you are. It looks like the living room of a nice apartment, but it’s entirely unfamiliar to you. 

Blinking rapidly to clear your vision, you begin to notice other things. You’re sitting on a couch, still fully clothed, and your arms are tied behind your back with a very thin rope. You jerk against it, trying to pull free, but the knots are too strong. Your heart is racing and your head is pounding as you try to remember how you got here, to force the grogginess from your mind. 

You remember being at the store, paying for your items, then… someone grabbed you from behind! And now you remember the voice you heard. It was the handsome stranger from the snack aisle! Did he seriously kidnap you? 

As if the thought summoned him, he appears in a doorway, walking into the living room. “Oh, hey, you’re awake,” he says in that same friendly tone, as if he’s still chatting with you about pocky. He’s wearing casual clothes, ripped jeans and a white T-shirt. He looks good in them, and it makes you wonder why someone who looks like him has to resort to kidnapping women. 

Oh yeah, stuff like this is about power. He probably has no interest in girls who want him. 

“Where am I? Why did you bring me here?” you ask, trying to keep your voice calm. If there’s even a slim chance you can convince him to let you go, it’s worth trying. 

He smiles in an easy going way as he leans back against the wall. “Come on, it has to be obvious by now.”

The words, spoken so charmingly, send a jolt of fear through your heart. You look him in the eyes. “Are you going to rape me?”

He gives a dismissive wave of his hand. “That’s such a nasty term. The idea of holding down a struggling woman just doesn’t appeal to me. I want you to enjoy it too.”

You try to keep your voice even, rational. “I can’t enjoy it though. I have a boyfriend, remember?”

He laughs. “Oh don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll forget all about him as soon as I give you this.” 

From his pocket, he pulls a small clear vial of liquid. Then he walks over to a small end table you hadn’t noticed before and picks up a syringe. You feel your heart drop to your feet as a sense of dread washes over you. 

“What is that?” you ask, already suspecting the answer but unable to process the terrible truth until he says it. 

“You’ve heard of Cupid’s Arrow, right?” he asks, still acting so friendly. 

“Please don’t do this!” you cry, jerking on the ropes again. 

He steps closer as he fills the syringe. “It’s okay! Once you take this, you’ll enjoy everything I do to you. You’ll beg for my cock. You’ll want me inside you every minute of every day,” he says, standing over you and looking down with a sultry gaze. “And I’ll make sure I keep you satisfied.”

“No!” you shout, fighting against the ropes, trying to draw back away from him. 

He presses one knee into the couch beside you and holds the syringe in front of your panicked face. “I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.”

You look up at him, tears dripping down your face. “Please… don’t! I don’t want this! I have someone I love,” you plead, your last hope being to appeal to his mercy. “I’m… I’m saving myself for him! So please…”

He pauses, a flicker of surprise on his face. Then he smiles. “In that case, I’ll be real gentle with you the first time. I’ll take good care of you.”

You’re shaking your head as he grips your shoulder, holding you steady. “Please please… don’t do this!”

As you feel the needle pierce your skin and a cold sensation flow into your body, you cry out the name of the person you wish you could see just one more time. “Touya!”

You black out again, slumping over on the couch with your hands still tied behind you. When you wake up the second time, your hands are free, but your arms are sore. You’re still wearing the same clothes you wore to the store. You try to get up from the couch, but a wave of dizziness washes over you, forcing you to sit back down. 

After giving yourself a moment for your head to clear, you slowly stand back up. You have to find a way out of here before he comes back. If you don’t look at him, the drug won’t activate. If you can just find a place to hide until it wears off, you’ll be in the clear! 

Carefully, while keeping your eyes on the floor and only occasionally glancing up at your surroundings, you navigate around the coffee table and out of the living room, to the small foyer and the front door. You try to open it, but it’s locked. Of course it is. You check the knob, but there’s some sort of electric lock device that requires you to input a code. 

Maybe there’s a back door? Or a balcony? If this is an apartment, and it’s on a low enough floor, maybe you could climb over and take your chances with a fall. A broken ankle would be better than whatever this man has planned for you. 

He’s the Cupid’s Arrow killer. You’re sure of it. You still remember the report you read about one of the women they found. She was the same age as you, in college like you. And she’d been completely gutted, all her insides on the outside, her naked, butchered body tossed by the side of a road. 

You head back through the living room, toward the back row of curtains. The balcony must be there! Just before you reach them, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your body and pull you back. 

“Where are you wandering off to?” he asks, his tone as cheerful as ever. He turns you to face him, and you slam your eyes shut. 

“Come on, sweetheart, look at me,” he says, dragging you back toward the couch. 

You shake your head, screaming “I’d rather die!” You struggle and squirm in his arms, desperate to get free, but his grip is strong. 

“Don’t say that,” he says with a light chuckle, as if your battle to escape is amusing. He pushes you down onto the couch, on your back, and you feel him climb on top of you to hold you down with his body. He smells like expensive cologne, the kind of trendy stuff Touya would never wear. 

“Open your eyes,” he says, his voice finally taking on a slightly firm tone. 

You shake your head again. “Never!”

He sighs. “I’m not so bad, right? I’m hot, I’m clean, I’m funny, and I know how to please a woman. I can make you cum until you pass out. I see the way chicks look at me. They want me. You’re pretty lucky!”

Tears are leaking out of your closed eyes. “But you’re not the man I love! I don’t care how hot you are, or any of that other stuff! I just want to be with Touya!”

He goes quiet, not speaking. Is he just waiting for you to give out and open your eyes? Or is he considering your words? Without seeing the expression on his face, you can’t tell. “Why are you even doing this? If women want you, why use the drug?”

There’s a pause, then he answers. “You’ve never seen anyone under the effects of Cupid’s Arrow, have you? Most people haven’t. It’s hard to describe how incredibly hot it is, to have someone be completely devoted to you, obsessed with you, to have someone dedicate their whole life to pleasing you. When a pretty girl is crying her eyes out because she spilled a single drop of my cum out of her cute little mouth, it just does something to me.”

You sob, realizing he’s not going to let you go, and understanding what he’s going to be doing to you. All the things you wanted to experience with Touya, you’re going to be doing them with this stranger.  

You hear him sigh again. “I really hate using force, but you’re leaving me no choice here.”

His fingers are now on your face, prying open your right eyelid. You scream and buck, trying to shake him off you, but it’s no use. He’s too strong. You’re forced to look at his handsome, friendly face. 

The effect is immediate. Your body craves him instantly, powerfully. You stare up at him with both eyes open as he climbs off you and stands up. 

You sit up, your eyes drawn to him. 

“Stand up,” he says, “and take off your clothes.”

Your body obeys, standing up from the couch and peeling off your shirt. As you strip off the rest of your clothing, you realize this nightmare is even more horrific than you thought. 

Because you’re still aware of everything. You know you’ve been drugged, you know you don’t love this man, you know you don’t want to do these things with him. You know you love Touya. 

But your body is seemingly acting on its own. It wants him, wants his touch, wants to make him happy. Even as your mind screams at the humiliation of being stark naked in front of this stranger, your body heats up with excitement. With horror, you realize you’re already dripping wet. It’s a sensation you’ve only ever felt while thinking of Touya, and it makes you feel sick now. 

When he steps closer, every cell in your body wants to reach out to him, to feel his skin. But you remain still, waiting for him to give another command. 

He reaches out one hand and brushes your hair back from your face. Just that subtle touch leaves you breathless. 

“So pretty,” he says, his golden eyes traveling up and down your body. You’ve never been more embarrassed! He takes one of your hands and leads you out of the living room, down a short hall and into a bedroom. 

You know what’s going to happen, and you’re equal parts horrified and aroused. Your mind at war with your body. You open your mouth to speak, to beg him to let you go, but instead of the words you want to say, completely different words flow out of you. 

“Please, take me,” you say, your voice a desperate plea. “I can’t wait any longer!”

He smiles, and your heart skips a beat. He’s so hot, with such beautiful eyes… no! These aren’t your thoughts! The drug is making you think these things!

“Just give me a minute,” he says, “and I’ll make you feel things you’ve never imagined.”

With that, he steps back from you and pulls off his shirt. His body is well toned, his skin smooth but for the thin trail of blonde hair leading from his navel down under the waistband of his jeans. Oh god, you want him so badly! Your juices are dripping down your thighs as you look at him. But it’s just the drug. You know that. 

He pushes you onto the bed, your back against the mattress, then climbs onto the foot of the bed, on his knees. He pushes your knees apart, spreading you open for his gleaming golden eyes to drink in. For once, the two warring sides of you have the same reaction: your heart racing wildly, but for very different reasons. 

“I said I’d make you feel good, right? So just relax,” he tells you, his warm hands sliding under your ass to lift your hips up slightly as he bends forward, licking one stripe up your drenched pussy. 

The pleasure is electric, shooting through your entire body with such a simple motion. It must be the drug. You squirm beneath him, arching your back, wanting more. And he gives you more. 

His tongue pushes in between your slick folds, quickly finding your clit and licking it with the kind of expert precision you’d expect from a guy who bragged about how much he could make you cum. You’re engulfed in pleasure, even down to your curling toes, as his lips surround the delicate nub and suck on it softly, his tongue circling the tiny tip. You’ve never felt anything so amazing in your life. 

And you hate it. Because he’s not Touya. Because he’s doing all this against your will. Because forcing you to enjoy it all with drugs only fucks up your mind even more. 

When you cum, trembling and gasping, you feel ashamed, like you betrayed the man you really love. Tears leak out of your eyes, either from being overwhelmed by pleasure or some remnant of your true feelings. The stranger raises up and brushes them away with his thumb. “It’s okay,” he tells you in a sweet voice. “Just let yourself feel it.”

His kindness makes your heart flutter. This drug is making you fall in love with him! No, that’s unbearable! He’s taking your heart as well as your body! 

He sits back on his knees in the bed, your legs still spread open before him, and unbuttons his jeans. You watch in breathless anticipation as he pulls his cock out. It’s a little longer than you expected, and much thicker. The girthy organ is already hard and glistening at the tip, ready to violate you. 

You try to will your voice to scream, your hands to shove him away, your legs to close. But your body doesn’t belong to you anymore. Cupid’s Arrow saw to that. 

The man pauses, looking down at your flushed, teary face. “Oh that’s right, I haven’t told you my name,” he says. You simultaneously have no interest in it and are dying to know. “It’s Keigo. So you know what to scream out while I’m fucking you.” 

He says the last part with a wink. As if he’s being cute, and not about to rape you. It nauseates you. “Please,” you say, your voice not belonging to you, “fuck me, Keigo!”

His eyes light up with excitement as he pulls your body down the bed, closer to him, lining himself up with your entrance. “I said this before, but I promise I’ll be gentle with you, since it’s your first time.”

You want to sob. This was supposed to happen with Touya! All you can do is close your eyes and try to block this all out as you feel him ease his way into you. As promised, he’s gentle, going very slowly and carefully. The drug is making you love it, making you want all of him inside you, filling you up completely. 

He’s stroking your hair lovingly, kissing your lips as his firm body brushes against yours. He looks so good above you, his hair falling into his eyes as he gazes down at you, his hard cock gradually pushing further into your wet, eager pussy. But you don’t want this! 

Your arms encircle his neck, pulling him closer as he finally bottoms out inside you, the stretch giving just the right amount of pleasant sting. He waits for a moment, looking into your eyes, then kisses you deeply as he begins thrusting. His tongue is in your mouth, invading it, just as his cock is invading you. His thrusts are slow and deep, intimate in a way that horrifies you. 

This isn’t a simple fucking. Even a virgin like you can tell that much. The way he’s taking his time, maintaining eye contact, caressing your body… he’s making love to you. It’s so much worse than if he’d just dragged you into an alley, fucked you, and left you behind. Because this is agonizingly slow, and it’s a violation of everything you are. 

This is going to break your mind. 

Tears are coming out again, despite your moans and cries of pleasure. Keigo pauses and wipes your tears again. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

The question makes you want to scream. Is he really this delusional? But you smile up at him against your will and say, “No, it just feels so good!”

He smiles. “I’m glad. I want you to feel good,” he murmurs between kissing you, going back to thrusting into you again, this time a bit harder. “I want you to feel nothing but good, forever.”

One of his hands slides down between your bodies, his fingers finding and stroking your swollen clit. Your body twitches, arching against him, your breaths hitching. “Ahhh… Keigo!”

You’ve never felt anything like this, nothing so incredibly powerful. Your pussy clenches around him, desperate for him to cum inside you, your arms are around his neck, clinging to him like a true lover as he draws a second orgasm from your trembling body. 

He stares at your face as you cum, and you’ve never felt more humiliated. A stranger is seeing all these intimate parts of you, when you only ever wanted to show them to Touya. 

Keigo kisses you again, then plunges in deeply and releases his load, filling you up. You want to scream again, repulsed by the possibility of being impregnated by this monster. But your body craves it, hungers for his cum, clamps down on him to milk him completely. 

True to his word, Keigo is gentle with you for the rest of the night, even as he fucks you three more times. It’s only the beginning of your nightmare. 

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Touya sits at his dad’s computer, one hand sweaty on the mouse and the other gripping his own knee strong enough to bruise it. He swallowed his pride and asked his asshole father for help after his girlfriend had been missing for three days. Being the son of the police chief had its advantages. 

His father stands behind him as he clicks play on the video file. It’s security camera footage from the convenience store she went to, on the night she disappeared. Touya watches as she walks out of the store, bags in hand. She pauses and digs her phone out of her purse. Is that when he sent her a text? 

Then a blonde man emerges from the store, goes up behind her, and holds something to her face. She struggles for a few moments, dropping all her stuff, then goes limp. 

Touya feels like he’s just watched a video of his own death. 

Someone took her, the love of his life, the girl he’s adored since he was five years old. For a man to take a woman by force this way, there’s no doubt he intends to harm her. The thought makes Touya’s blood boil. 

“Who is he?” Touya asks, his voice low.  

Touya’s father hesitates for a moment, as if he’s trying to think of the best way to say something terrible. Then he sighs and answers. “We don’t know his name, but we’ve seen him before, in other security footage.”

Touya turns around in the chair to look at his father. “Other footage? He’s been involved in other crimes?”

Again, a moment of hesitation before his father delivers the devastating answer. “He’s been seen grabbing other women this way. They were all found dead later. Touya, he’s the Cupid’s Arrow killer.”

Touya feels his heart stop, feels the entire world fall away as the words sink in. This man has her. He’s pumping her full of a drug that will turn her into his sex slave, which means he’s definitely raping her. Then he’s going to kill her in some grotesque and painful way. Touya can’t think of anything more nightmarish.  

He wants to smash the computer, charge out of his house and track that blonde asshole down. But he takes a few deep breaths and tries to calm himself down. He’ll never find his girlfriend if he lets his rage blind him. She needs him now more than ever. 

He’ll find her. Even if he has to turn the world upside down. 

“No one knows who he is?” Touya asks. 

His father shakes his head. “His face is never visible in the footage. We can’t ID him based on hair and build alone. He clearly knows what he’s doing.”

Touya turns back to the computer, rewinds the footage, and watches it again. It feels like stabbing himself in the heart, but he forces himself to watch it several more times, burning the image of the man into his brain. 

For the next week, Touya sits in the parking lot of the convenience store, watching every person who goes in or out. If the killer came here once, he could come here again.

On the sixth night, Touya is beginning to lose hope when he spots him. A guy who looks just like the man in the footage parks a vehicle near the edge of the parking lot and walk into the store. Touya’s heart pounds as he watches the man come back out, carrying a couple of bags. The man is smiling to himself as he climbs into his car and pulls out onto the road. 

Touya follows him, staying back far enough to avoid detection but close enough to see any turns the car makes. Eventually the bastard pulls into a high end apartment complex just inside the city. Touya parks far away, and watches from a distance as the man gets out of his car. He’s whistling to himself, the sound echoing in the parking garage, as he gets into an elevator. 

As the doors close, Touya rushes over to see what floor the elevator stops on. Fifth floor! Touya sprints to the stairwell and hurries up the flights of stairs, hoping he’s fast enough to see which apartment the man goes into. He’s panting by the fourth floor, cursing himself for not working out more when his brothers invited him to the gym with them. But he reaches the fifth floor quickly, and carefully opens the door, peeking out around the edge, hoping to see the man without being seen himself. 

To Touya’s surprise, the hall is empty. The man is nowhere to be seen. Was Touya too slow? That would probably mean he’s in one of the apartments closer to the elevator, right? Maybe he could knock on a few doors, pretend he’s looking for a lost pet. 

Touya steps out of the stairwell and begins walking down the hall, passing several apartments and a maintenance room. Just as he gets close to the elevator, a white cloth suddenly closes over his mouth and nose. His mind races, remembering the images from the security footage, understanding that the same thing is happening to him. 

“I don’t know why you’re following me,” a voice says, “but we’ll figure that out when you wake up.”

And then, everything goes dark.

When Touya wakes up, he finds himself in a hardback chair in a living room, his arms tied securely behind his back with thin but sturdy rope. His ankles are tied to the chair legs. He squints his eyes at the brightness of the lighting, trying to force himself to focus on his surroundings. 

Before he’s fully alert, however, the blonde man walks into the room and sits on the couch, relaxing into it as if he’s entertaining a guest. He’s holding something in his hand, and it takes a moment for Touya to realize it’s his own driver’s license. 

The man smiles at him in a friendly way. “So you’re Touya,” he says, as if he’s heard all about him. “It’s nice to meet you. I can guess why you’re here.”

It looks could kill, Touya would have murdered this man in seconds. “Where is she?”

“She?” the man asks, a phony innocent expression on his smug face. 

Touya jerks against the ropes, then glares at the man again. “You know who I’m talking about.”

“Oh, you mean my new pet? She’s in the bedroom, all spread out for me, waiting for me to fuck her pretty little pussy.”

For one brief moment, Touya feels white hot rage fill every inch of his body. He yanks on the ropes so hard, it’s a miracle he doesn’t break his own bones. “Fuck you, you fucking loser! Can’t get a woman to let you fuck her without drugging her, huh?!”

The man laughs. “Before Cupid’s Arrow came along, I was fucking so many women I got bored. I wanted something more.”

“What? You think she loves you?!” Touya yells. 

“To be honest, I don’t care if she actually loves me. All I care about is feeling loved. And she definitely makes me feel loved.”

Touya looks at him with disgust. “You’re fucking sick. Why kill all the others then? Didn’t they make you feel loved?!”

The man’s smile fades. “The problem with Cupid’s Arrow is that it wears off if I don’t keep injecting it. So when I ease them off the drug and they start screaming, well, I don’t feel so loved anymore. But,” he says, his eyes gleaming, “I heard a rumor that certain people, when given the drug long enough, are permanently affected by it. It never wears off even after they stop taking it.”

“So you’re just gonna keep kidnapping and murdering women until you find someone like that?” Touya asks, his patience growing thin. 

The man grins. “Oh, I don’t have to do that anymore. I found her.”

Touya’s eyes widen. “You’re fuckin’ lying.”

“I haven’t given her the drug in three days. It should be out of her system by now, but she’s still completely obsessed with me.”

Touya gives him a murderous stare. “I don’t believe you.”

The man is still grinning. “Why don’t I show you? I’m sure she’s crying by now, thinking I’m neglecting her. She probably doesn’t even remember you at this point, but I’ll let you see her, since I’m such a nice guy.”

He turns his head toward the doorway leading to a short hall. “Sweetheart, come in here! We have a guest!”

Touya’s eyes are glued to the doorway, desperate to see her, to confirm she’s still alive, but terrified to see what’s been done to her. 

She appears like an angel, positively glowing. She’s wearing nothing but frilly pink panties and bra, something she would never choose for herself. Touya grew up with her. Of course he’s seen the plain straps of her sports bra and the occasional glimpse of her striped cotton panties.

As she steps into the room, her eyes fall upon Touya, and she seems to freeze for a moment. Touya sees it, the flicker of recognition in her eyes, the flash of relief to see him again, then the horror she must be feeling to know that he’s going to witness whatever this monster has been doing to her. 

Touya knows, because he researched Cupid’s Arrow extensively after finding out who had taken his girlfriend. He knows that many people reported still being aware of everything while under its influence. That look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. 

She walks over and sits beside the man on the couch, no longer looking at Touya. “Keigo~” she purrs, “come to bed!”

So his name is Keigo. The sick fucker. He wraps an arm around her. “But I have a guest. Why don’t we put on a little show for him?”

There it is again, a look in her eyes that Touya is sure only he would recognize. Her facial expression is cheery and excited, but her eyes show her true feelings. 

Keigo gives her arm an affectionate squeeze. “Come on, sweetheart. You know what I like when I get home.”

She giggles, and it sounds so different from her normal, genuine laugh that it makes Touya’s stomach churn. Then she slides off the couch and to her knees in front of Keigo. She doesn’t look back at Touya anymore, only focusing on opening Keigo’s pants and pushing her head forward. From this angle, Touya can’t see every detail, but it’s obvious that she’s sucking Keigo off. The wet, slurping sounds fill the room. 

Touya turns his head, unable to watch. 

“Hey,” Keigo says, “she’s working so hard to put on a show for you. It’s rude not to watch!”

“Fuck you!” Touya yells, still not looking. 

Keigo grins. “Maybe later. I have more Cupid’s Arrow on hand.”

Touya feels like gagging. The thought of being forced to be intimate with this asshole disgusts him. Then he remembers that she’s been suffering that exact fate for over a week. 

“If you don’t watch,” Keigo says, “I’ll make her do something gross or painful. If I tell her to, she’ll eat literal shit from the toilet. Or I could make her pluck out one of her own eyes.”

Feeling more enraged than ever, Touya looks at the couple, watching his girlfriend’s head bob on this monster’s cock. His eyes meet Keigo’s. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you for this.”

Keigo suddenly grips her hair. “Ahh, just a minute Touya, I’m cumming in your girl’s mouth.”

Touya jerks at the ropes again. This time, it feels like the one on his left wrist is a little looser. 

Keigo is patting her head. “Good girl, you didn’t spill a drop.”

She glances back at Touya, and her eyes are wet, but she doesn’t say anything. 

He looks straight at her. “It’s okay, baby. I know you don’t wanna do this. I know this pathetic asshole drugged you. I’ll get you out of here, I promise!”

Keigo stares at him for a moment, his eerie golden eyes sharp. Then he suddenly claps his hands once as if he just had a great idea. “I think I’ll do you both a favor, since I’m in a good mood! Sweetheart, crawl over there and suck Touya’s cock.”

Touya feels like his blood just froze in his veins. “Don’t make her do this!” he shouts. 

She looks at Touya, and though her eyes look mortified, her lips curve up into a smile. “Of course, Keigo. Anything you want!”

She crawls across the floor to Touya, looking him in the eyes. When she reaches him, her hands slide up his thighs and find his belt, unbuckling it and then opening his pants. 

“I’m sorry,” he tells her. “I’m so sorry for what he’s done to you. But it’s almost over.”

She has no reaction to his words, instead reaching into his pants and pulling out his soft cock. “Aww, it’s not hard yet,” she says. 

Touya thinks this situation is just about the least sexy thing he can imagine, but her soft hands wrap around him and begin gently stroking. This is too cruel. Touya has dreamed of being touched this way by her since he was a teenager, and now it happens in the worst way possible for both of them. 

When she begins licking his tip, his cock starts to stiffen. It’s purely a physical reaction to the stimulation of her touch, but it makes him feel ashamed. He doesn’t want her to think this clear violation of her is actually turning him on. 

She takes him into her mouth, her sweet, pillowy lips gliding up and down him, drenching him in her saliva. He can’t help thinking of that day, sitting on her bed, when she kissed him. He’d wanted to go further, and was sure she did as well, but her parents were downstairs and the thought of them walking in was too awkward. 

His idea had been to plan a weekend getaway for just the two of them. Now he wishes he’d just gone for it, because he hates for this to be their first intimate moment together. 

Regardless, his body is responding to her, even though he’s nowhere near in the mood. And after several minutes, he feels his climax approaching. She must feel it too, because her lips clamp around his base as he cums. She sucks him dry, swallowing every drop, then finally pulls away and stands up, walking back over to Keigo. 

“So who’s cum tasted better?” Keigo asks her. 

She sits down beside him and snuggles up to him. “Yours did of course!”

Touya pulls on the rope again, acting as if he’s just blindly jerking on it out of rage, but the left wrist is getting looser. If he can just work it a bit more…

“Oh, but you haven’t been satisfied yet, have you sweetheart?” Keigo asks. 

Touya knows where that question is leading, and feels his heart sink. He has to get his hand free, and fast! 

Keigo grins right at Touya as he tells her, “Why don’t you ride my cock like you usually do?”

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If you could kill Keigo, you would. But your body doesn’t belong to you. He’s already made you do suck horrifically embarrassing things in front of Touya, you could die of shame. And now he wants more? 

This is the worst possible scenario you could imagine. To have the love of your life watch you do these things with another man is nothing short of a nightmare. Any joy you felt at seeing him again was replaced with terror. Is Keigo going to kill him? 

Your body stands up and faces Keigo, but he turns you around to face Touya. He clearly wants to torment both of you. He slides your panties down and you step out of them. Touya averts his eyes. 

“Now, now, Touya,” Keigo says, “What did I say about you not watching?”

This monster is using threats to force Touya to watch. Your face burns when Touya’s beautiful blue eyes shift back to you. He has an apologetic expression. Somehow he knows you’re aware of everything. He knows you’re still in here. 

With your beloved boyfriend watching, you ease back into Keigo’s lap. You can feel his erection pressing against you. Despite your shame and horror, you rise up slightly and line him up with your entrance, then sink down onto his cock. 

Keigo’s hands are on your thighs, keeping them spread open so Touya can see his cock plunging into your dripping pussy. Touya looks horrified, but under the drug’s influence, you begin riding Keigo, bouncing up and down on his meaty cock, moaning his name as if you love him. 

Your eyes meet Touya’s, and his expression softens. “I love you,” he says. “Nothing this sick fuck does can ever change that!”

Oh, Touya! How you wish you could tell him how you feel! 

Keigo slides one hand up your thigh and uses his fingers to spread your folds, then begins rubbing circles into your clit. Your back arches as you cry out in pleasure.  

“See, Touya?” Keigo asks. “I can please her better than you ever could. She likes having her clit played with, right sweetheart?”

“Yes!” you scream, riding him harder, your traitorous body chasing its climax. You’re so close! You lock eyes with Touya again as you say, “I’m… I’m…!” Your body wants to say you’re cumming, but for just this moment, staring into the eyes of the man you truly love, your heart wins out. 

“I’m sorry, Touya!” 

The words are forced out through your unwilling mouth as tears drip down your face. Touya’s eyes widen. Keigo pulls you off him and shoves you to the floor, clearly alarmed by your tiny spark of free will. Then, all at once, chaos erupts. 

Touya’s hands snap free from behind him and he lunges across the room, dragging the chair still tied to his ankles along with him. He tackles Keigo to the floor and begins punching him with both fists. Keigo tries to block them with his arms but Touya’s unbridled fury overwhelms him, and soon Keigo’s face is a bloody mess. You watch in stunned silence. The drug is telling you to pull Touya off him, to try to help the man you’ve been forced to adore, while your heart is telling you to help Touya mangle him. 

In the end, you do neither, and Keigo eventually stops moving. You know he’s dead before Touya even stops punching him. 

The effect is immediate. Suddenly, you’re so obsessed with Touya that you want him to take you now, right next to Keigo’s bloody corpse. 

Cupid’s Arrow is still in effect, but with Keigo dead, the target of your obsession is the next person you laid eyes on. 

Touya pants for a few moments after killing Keigo, then flops over onto his ass and begins untying the ropes from his ankles. Every little movement he makes is beautiful to you. 

To be honest, it’s not so different from how you viewed him before. 

He quickly crawls over to you and wraps you in his arms. “It’s over, baby, I’ve got you!”

You look up at him with glistening eyes, then wrap your arms around his neck. “Touya! I love you so much!”

He pulls back slightly and looks at you. “It transferred to me, huh? I read about this. It’s okay, we’ll get you to a hospital and they can pump the drug out of your system! You’ll be okay!”

You try to kiss him, but he blocks you. “Touya,” you whine, “I’ve wanted you for so long! Please…”

“I want you too,” he says, “but not when you’re drugged. We’ll have plenty of time together after you’re better.”

You pout as he stands up and helps you to your feet. “Get dressed,” he tells you, and you follow his command as he searches the apartment for his phone, finding it on the kitchen counter and then calling the police. 

The next few weeks are a blur. Keigo’s death is ruled as self defense, and you go through extensive testing and treatments at the hospital. They determine that you’re one of the rare people who are permanently affected by Cupid’s Arrow after having high doses injected for several days. The doctors say there’s a chance you’ll recover someday, and recommend that you stay near Touya for your own mental health, since the two of you already had a long relationship. 

You’re not too bothered by it. Because you love Touya and you know he loves you. 

But Touya is struggling. He finds it difficult to resist your advances, but he doesn’t want to take advantage of you. Even though you’ve tried telling him you really do want to be with him, he’s afraid it’s the drug talking. For weeks, he doesn’t touch you. 

The first couple of times he wakes up to find you sucking his cock, he gently pushes you away. After seeing your distraught reaction however, he begins letting you continue until he cums in your mouth. He always looks at you with a guilty expression afterward, and it breaks your heart. 

It’s two months after your rescue before he finally eats you out, after you spend days spread out on his bed, tearfully begging him to give you release.

Gradually, his resistance crumbles more and more, until he’s fucking you into the mattress every night, his face buried in your shoulder, murmuring, “I’m sorry!” over and over like a mantra. 

You really do want him, but he doesn’t know it, and that uncertainty has him consumed by guilt. He thinks he’s doing the same thing Keigo did to you, and that haunts him, even as he thrusts into you so deeply that you see stars. Your cries of ecstasy might as well be cries of pain to him, and it eats away at his mind. 

Maybe someday the effects of the drug will wear off, and you can tell Touya how much you love him, how much you want him every day. Until then, you can only watch him spiral into self loathing as your body sings with pleasure. 

[kaciebello]

Mission love

Masterlist Luke Castellan x Ares! reader (implied, fem) Summary: Chris cannot stay still and tries to get his two besties together. Warning: no use of y/n, Luke is a total loser again, Chris POV author note: This took longer then it should have, but listen, i was lazy word count: 2,2k

Chris liked to think of himself as the modern Cupid. Granted Eros probably would not be pleased about him stealing his job, but what can he do? He was really good at it. He felt he could do anything with recommendations from the aphrodites' kids.

However, right now he was struggling. Not only did he not have a next target, but the last couple he helped to get together was bickering all the time and coming to him like he could help. So he seeks out one of his closest friends.

There she stood, by the training grounds, watching whatever fight was going on. Chris could not care less, as he was here to complain and whine. He made his way to her, stopping by her side. She looked at him to acknowledge his existence before looking back at the fight.

“It’s been a week! A week! And I have nobody to bully into a relationship. It feels like I have no purpose at the moment.” He says kicking dirt that has accumulated on the soles of his shoes. The girl just answered with a hum. he knew she was paying some attention to him. He opened his mouth to speak again but the girl cut him off before he could.

“Why not Clarisse?” She asked as if it was a genuinely good idea. Chris would argue otherwise.

“ Bestie, I love you, but there is no way your sister would agree to any of my bugging. And, to be honest, I don't know anyone who likes her like that.” He answers looking for Clarisse in the crowd. Only to find her sharpening her spear. Chills ran down his back as they made eye contact.

“I do.”

“You do?”

“Know someone, not liking my sister that way.” She says finally turning to him as the fight in front of them concludes. He nods in acknowledgement before a questioning expression appears on his face. The girl smiled and pointed her finger at him.

Chris went red, not only did he not like being called out like that, but he had no idea he was that obvious that even another Aries kid noticed it. He wanted to argue back, but couldn't as another camper showed up and joined the conversation.

Luke jogged up to them, sweaty and breathing heavily as if he had just now won a fight.

“Well hello there.” He says. Chris gives him a brotherly hug and the girl just nods at him. Chris does not pay it too much attention, however, when he turns back to face the girl, he's met with someone that has almost the same colour as a tomato. His eyes narrowed at her as he tuned out the conversation.

He watched her action bashful every time Luke just looked her way. Her eyes twitched between him and Luke. And just as he put two and two together, it was like she saw the lightbulb going off above his head. His eyes widened and his mouth opened in a shocked expression, she was shaking her head at him. Luke just stood there, confused, not aware of the silent conversation between the two friends.

“OH MY GOD!” Chris yelled, the girl shook her head hard as if that would make him forget.

“SHUT UP!” She managed to yelp out before turning and running away. Gods were the aries kids fast.

“What's going on?” asked Luke, who now looked like a very confused puppy. 

“Don’t worry about it, man.” Chris padded him on the back and they both made their way back to the hermie's cabin. Luke seems to be having a conversation with himself, as Chris only hums in answer. He just learned that his best friends like each other, and he can't focus on anything else.

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Chris was watching her from his place at the Hermes table. She was chatting with Clarisse. Not even sparing him a glance. He made sure to watch her like a hawk, narrowed eyes and everything. A nudge of an elbow wakes him up from his trance. Looking back at the culprit, he sees Luke giving him a weird look.

“Dude, you have to stop looking at her like that,” Luke says as his eyes fall on the aries table.

“Who?” 

“Clarisse.”

“Ask- Wait what? I am not looking at Clarisse!” He defends himself. Luke just raises his eyebrows.  With nothing to argue with, he just drugs his shoulders and turns back to his food. Chris has returned to his bullshit, trying to burn holes into his best friend. Hoping she can feel it and turns to look at him as well.

He seems to have the gods' favour today, as her eyes fall on him. Her body freezing and her eyes going wide. Chris saw his chance, turning his body so that his back was facing Luke. Chris points to the girl, then to Luke, and then makes a finger heart. The girl insisted on shaking her head, while Chris kept nodding his. After a while, she just let out a sigh and looked away. Chris took it as a victory.

Luke was sitting there, watching them both, not knowing whether to leave them to their shenanigans or to be worried.

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It has been a week since Chris has been on a self-given mission and a week of continuous fails in getting his friends together. He would have never guessed that getting his friends who like each other, to actually be together was so hard.

He was currently lying on the floor, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, listening to Silenas' ideas. He was toning the girl out. As much as he would actually like to listen to Aphrodite's kid, she was babbling about Charles and how they got together. Nothing that was actually helping him.

When he opened his eyes to tell Silena her ideas were okay-ish, he couldn't even find his voice as his gaze fell behind the girl. There they stood. The reason behind his headaches and his sleepless nights. Talking, together and exchanging knowing glances. 

Enghouh, Chris was not gonna let that slide. How dare they try to get together without his help. Not on his watch. 

Chris stood up and gave some excuse to Silena before making his way to his friends. Luke spotted his first, waving with a big ‘ hey man!’ coming from his mouth. The girl looked at him for a second before smirking and waving at him too.

“What are you guys doing?” He says, giving the girl a pointed look. She just smiles at him.

“Oh, we were talking about the meteor shower that's happening tomorrow. We heard some kids say that the cliff should be a good spot for it.” Says Luke.  This catches Chris’s attencion. A meteor shower? Very romantic.

“Like a date?” He asks. Luke goes red and looks like he's trying to find an excuse. The girl just shakes her head.

“Why? You wanna go on one?” She smirks at him. It was clear to him that she was playing some game.

“Why would I go watch Shooting Stars as a date? That's more of a you thing.” He fires back. Luke had stopped stumbling over his words and now was just watching the exchange between two friends. Although the blush has yet to leave his face.

The girl huffs at Chris's answer, crossing her arms on her chest.

“Well maybe you should go-”

“ Oh hey, Clarisse!” Luke yelps making the two stop. Chris's head snaps to the girl mentioned. Next to him, she stood, looking like she wanted to kill them all, or maybe just his and Luke since he wasn't so sure she would want to kill her own sibling.

Not greeting the very obviously nervous Luke back, her death stare turned to her sister. 

“I saw you waiving at me, what do you need?” Said Clarisse with the softest voice Chris ever heard from her. His friend smiled and nodded before engaging in the conversation with her sister and walking off. Not before sending a wink in their direction. Chris was not sure if it was meant for him or Luke.

His head snapped back to his oldest friend who was grinning from ear to ear watching the girl walk away. Chris raised an eyebrow at him when his friend looked down. Lukes face dropped.

“What?” he asks him. Chris just shook his head.

“Nothing mate.” He says before walking away. He was very much aware his friends were pinning for each other, but this was getting painful to watch. He can't let his dude look like a fool. He needs to find Silena fast. He has figured out the perfect date, he just needs help decorating.

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His plan was going smoothly. Both of his friends have received an invitation to watch the meteor shower. He watches Silena personally deliver them from the bushes. They both run to the forest and find a bunch of kids already there. With a lame excuse, they were able to convince them to leave. So many people rather just leave when told that Mr. D is also gonna watch the starts. Finding a little excluded spot, they put down a blank and made everything look pretty. He has since sent the girl away on her own little date night with Charlie.

Luke was supposed to arrive 10 minutes before her so that Chris had time to explain what his happening and dip before she got there. Because he knew if she found him anywhere near. He might as well join the stars and fall from the cliff. 

Chris heard a snap and looked behind him. There stood Luke, a very confused face. Looking around the overtly put-up date.

“Bro what?” He asks him when his eyes finally fall on him. Chris has an evil smile on his face.

“I am doing this for you.” He says and gets to explaining. He has a whole script he wants Luke to follow. He can’t see his friend fumble and eat dirt at the only opportunity he's gonna get. As much as Luke is like the best hero of all time, he still believes his friend is a massive loser. In the middle of explaining his elaborate plan, he heard rustling of the bushes.

From them emerges his very own friend. Looked around similarly to Luke before standing next to the said boy, both of them gawking at Chris.

“Gee, you went all out.” She says.

“You're 5 minutes early,” Chris says, frowning at her. She nods and looks at the paper Luke is showing her.

“I am aware, thank you.” She says not looking up from the paper. Chris goes and snatches the script from her.

“ I was supposed to dip before that. Damn, okay. It can still work. well, get to the main finish like no problem Luke.” He says, ignoring the girl completely.

“You mean the one where me and Luke kiss?” She asks him. Chris gives a death glare. Luke glances at her before blushing. 

“I didn't read it that far.” He confesses before taking the script from his friend. The girl looked at him confused.

“Do you need to? There is a little chibi drawing of us kissing. Btw, good sport, you should try painting as a hobby, Chris. Would probably do more good than this whole matchmaking.” She fires at the boys. Luke was examining said drawing, while Chris wanted to throw her off the cliff now.

“Look,” he starts, “ it is painful watching you pine over each other. I just want you to date. So enjoy this date I prepared for you.” he motions to the blanket on the floor.

Luke looks up from the paper with a confused face. Carefully puts the drawing in his pocket.

“Dude, what do you mean? We've been dating for months-” A hand on his mouth stops him.

“Hi Clarisse!” the girl almost sings. Chris turns around and finds Clarisse standing there with a confused expression. Her hair was done and she wore a nice dress, although you could still see the biker shorts underneath. Chris's heart almost jumps from his body.

“ What are you all doing here? I thought it was gonna be just me and Chris.” She asks. Chris could see she was getting nervous and anxious. Her sister just smiled.

“Oh, we were just helping to set up, you know, for your guy's date. Chris is not really good at this stuff.” The girl says. Chris turns to look at his friends just standing there. Clarisse nods and smooths down her dress a little.

Now Chris was confused. What date? She and Luke were supposed to go on a date, not him and Clarrise.

“Well get going.” She says and drags Luke away. Her palm was still over his mouth. Luke was able to give him some thumbs up before they disappeared into the forest. Chris followed his own script. The date went as smoothly as it could have and he had a really good time. When he walked Clarisse back to her own cabin he goes on autopilot mode for a second. He can't believe he has been outsmarted by the two bafoons. How can cupids apprentice be outmatched is beyond him. 

“What are you thinking about.” She asks when she notices him spacing out.

“Huh? Oh nothing, I just. I was trying to get your sister and Luke together for ages. Tonight was a perfect opportunity for them to do so. It just didn't work out and now I have to come up with something new.”

“Wait, Luke and my sister? But they have been dating for months.”

“WHAT”

[malereadermaniac]

BNHA Men x Male Reader Masterlist

Key: ❤️- Smut 🖤- Angst 🩷- Fluff

Ordered by character then chronologically of when I wrote them Characters are aged up! (how much depends on the fic)

Izuku Midoriya

❤️ Barrack Bunny - Barrack Bunny reader headcannons with: Izuku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero, Denki, and Hawks

Bakugo Katsuki

🩷 Cupid - Bakugo likes the invisible matchmaker

🩷 I used to have a crush on you - Bakugo realises he has a chance

❤️ Barrack Bunny - Barrack Bunny reader headcannons with: Izuku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero, Denki, and Hawks

🩷 Boyfriend(s) - Situationship songfic with Katsuki based on boyfriend by Ariana Grande

Eijiro Kirishima

❤️ Barrack Bunny - Barrack Bunny reader headcannons with: Izuku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero, Denki, and Hawks

Denki Kaminari

❤️ Barrack Bunny - Barrack Bunny reader headcannons with: Izuku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero, Denki, and Hawks

Sero Hanta

❤️ Barrack Bunny - Barrack Bunny reader headcannons with: Izuku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero, Denki, and Hawks

Shinso Hitoshi

❤️ Barrack Bunny P2 - Generals Aizawa, Enji, Fatgum and Lieutenants Dabi and Shigiraki as well as Shinso and some bonuses

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

❤️ Quarterback's Bf - Hawks celebrates after a game

❤️ Barrack Bunny - Barrack Bunny reader headcannons with: Izuku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero, Denki, and Hawks

Shouta Aizawa (EraserHead)

❤️ Barrack Bunny P2 - Generals Aizawa, Enji, Fatgum and Lieutenants Dabi and Shigiraki as well as Shinso and some bonuses

Fatgum

❤️ Barrack Bunny P2 - Generals Aizawa, Enji, Fatgum and Lieutenants Dabi and Shigiraki as well as Shinso and some bonuses

Enji (Endeavor)

❤️ Barrack Bunny P2 - Generals Aizawa, Enji, Fatgum and Lieutenants Dabi and Shigiraki as well as Shinso and some bonuses

Dabi

❤️ Barrack Bunny P2 - Generals Aizawa, Enji, Fatgum and Lieutenants Dabi and Shigiraki as well as Shinso and some bonuses

🩷 Totally non-toxic behaviour - Reader is just a smidge toxic towards Ex!Dabi, but not in a mean way! Just in a 'think about me' way!

Twice

Villain too busy slacking

Shigiraki

❤️ Barrack Bunny P2 - Generals Aizawa, Enji, Fatgum and Lieutenants Dabi and Shigiraki as well as Shinso and some bonuses

[adabird]

Hii !! I just read your preferences and thought they were really cuteee ~★

If you’re taking requests, would you be able to write a part two of the preferences with the characters: aizawa, tamaki, shoto, midoriya, bakugo, and yo shindo? That is if you write for them, of course. Don’t be afraid to pick and choose which characters who you want to and do not want to write ❕ (I’m so sorry if that was a lot of characters… ☹️)

anyways, i’m greatly delighted by your writing style and very excited to watch your blog grow ❕

— 🤍

(P.S: your taste in characters is AMAZING! and you write them so well?! for sure one of the best i’ve ever seen for all of the character from your preferences)

MHA BOYS PT.2

HEADCANNONS + PREFRENCES

All characters AGED UP! readers BEWARE, there are some NSFW and PROGRESSIVE MOMENTS!

(OMG! It took me like ten minutes to find out to respond, I legit didn’t see the “reply”button. Anyways!)

I was also thinking about making a preferences for the teachers? Like, Aizawa, PresMic, Hawks, All might, Mirko, Midnight? I know Hawks and Mirko aren’t teachers, but I really want an excuse to write them.. Anyways, thank you for the recommendation!)

ALSO! sorry for taking so long to respond I didn’t know this is where the requests went!!

X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X

Bakugou Katsuki-

HEIGHT

Katsuki would really be into the”Height Differences”. Whether you’re taller than him or shorter than him. After he has matured and been out in the hero field for the past 6 years,he’s grown physically and mentally. He’s grown to be more mature mentally, by over coming challenges on the field, and off the field. So when your relationship had started, he had grown less rude, and a tad bit more quieter. His build has also changed, he had gotten bigger, taller, and grown more mussel mass on his body. So, again,when he met you he was about 6’0 and lean. If you’re taller then him, he has the hots for how he gets to grab the base of your neck to pull you into a kiss, and don’t get him started when you lean down to take a picture next to him. MMM. And if you’re shorter, then him he loves when HE gets to lean down and kiss you, and don’t even get him started when you stand on your tip-toes, to grab his cheeks to peck him.

Midoriya Izuku-

LIPS

AHHH OKAY. OKAY. Izuku is really into your lips, just like TSU, he’ll sit down and stare at your lips while you go chatting about whatever subject, or school project you’re doing at that time. He really enjoys inviting you over for study sessions, especially for English class. He loves big lips, small lips, cupid lips, round lips, thin lips, ANY. KIND.He loves when the class is doing a book project, so he can sit and watch you with his puppy dog eyes. He also loves whenever you sit next to him, and kiss his neck while he reads the following passage to you. You drive him crazyyyy..

Tamaki Amajiki-

EYES

MMM! Tamaki is my boy for real. Tamaki gets really jittery because of his anxiety. But when it comes to you, his anxiety always seems to loosen,ESPECIALLY when you two are alone. Tamaki is known for standing in corners, and avoiding eye-contact. However, when he met you, your eyes kept him captivated. Any kind of eyes keeps him captivated.. Small, Big, Round, Almond, Siren, Hooded. It’s all about your eye color. He loves the way they show your emotions, and loves how they shine in the sun.. He loves when you force him into eye contact whenever you talk to him. He gets really turned on by how dominant you can be..

Aizawa Shota-

STRETCH MARKS

GOD. Shota really loves your stretch marks. It all started when you wore a one piece to the private pool. At first you were scared, a little nervous even when it came to taking off your tee. However once you talked it out to Shota, you took it off feeling a bit more confident after the pep-talk you had just endured. He couldn’t stop staring at your stretch marks, at first you wanted to put on your tee until Shota started to speak up. He grabbed your thighs running his hands over your marks. He ended up telling you how turned on he was,and he thought that your stretch marks are extremely sexy. After that day,practically every day after that ended up with Shota next to you caressing and kissing all of your stretch marks telling you how hot you are.

Todoroki Shoto-

VOICE

Shoto bro. Shoto… Shoto really enjoys late night calls with you. He really likes calling you to listen to your voice as it soothes him to sleep. And don’t get me started if you feel insecure, because this man will make sure you love your voice and who you are as a person. AND. especially if someone calls you annoying, that person would come running back to you telling you they were only ‘Messing around’ and hit you with the ‘I didn’t mean to make you upset’, I definitely think Shoto is really protective over you, and makes sure you feel loved.

Yo Shindo-

HANDS

Shindo loves. your. hands. He loves your hands whether they’re big or small. He loves how they wrap around in his hands when he invites you to grab your hand. And he loves how they grip his biceps, and wrap around his back whenever he wraps you up in a hug. He really loves as they cup his face whenever the two of you have your make-out sessions. He really does admire you for your personality, he really enjoys how you involve him into your friend groups. And even his friends LOVE you once you finally meet them..

[wizardofrozz]

Pictures or It Didn't Happen

Commander Thorn x reader featuring Fives, Kix, Jesse, Vaugh, Hawk, Hardcase, and Original Clone Troopers Zero, Cayde, and Cupid

Summary: A game of Truth or Dare results in Fives regretting what he thought would be a funny dare.

Word Count: ~6.0k

Warnings: smut 18+, this is really just filth. established (kind of secret) relationship, unprotected piv sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), brief spanking, creampie. Let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: I finally finished this smut that I've been promising for way too long lmao I hope it was worth the wait 💀. I also want to thank you @a-single-tulip for letting me borrow her OC, Cupid ❤️

Sometimes you wondered why you subjected yourself to shit like this, especially when the 501st had just come off a successful campaign. 

The night had started out peaceful, but it never stayed that way when alcohol was involved. That’s how you found yourself crowded into one of 79’s booths with Fives, Jesse, Kix, Vaughn, and Hawk, playing a ridiculous yet intense game of Truth or Dare. Vaughn was the most recent target, spilling his most embarrassing encounter with a natborn, which happened to be when he lost his virginity. Jesse and Kix were still trying to breathe through crippling laughter five minutes later. 

“It’s not that funny,” Vaughn huffed, hiding behind his drink. You lightly patted his arm with a smile but he must’ve seen your barely contained amusement because he shot you a narrow-eyed glare. 

“Sorry,” you giggled, nudging Vaughn with your shoulder. It took a few more minutes before the laughter finally tapered off and Hawk offered to get the next round. You glanced across the table at where Fives was sitting, noting the pinched expression on his face. “What’s your problem?” 

“Hm?” Fives hummed, shifting his eyes from whatever he was staring at over your shoulder. “Oh, nothing.”

“Wanna try that again?” Fives rolled his eyes but jerked his chin over your head, prompting you to twist around, noting the few shock troopers standing near the bar. 

“The Guard’s here to ruin everyone’s fun,” Fives grumbled, taking a sip of his drink. 

“Oh, come on, they aren’t that bad,” you argued lightly, watching the three troopers talking to the bartender. None of them had removed their helmets but you picked up on a few idiosyncrasies the longer you watched the trio. 

“They’re stuck up,” Jesse cut in, elbowing Kix when his brother tried to steal the last of his drink. “Think they’re better than us when they just hang around on triple zero.”

“You’re being harsh,” you chided, turning back to the table of troopers. You had met and subsequently formed an easy friendship with Torrent Company when they accompanied you to Geonosis after the parasitic worm incident. Technically, you didn’t work for the GAR but the microbiology lab you did work for had negotiated a contract that allowed you to study the highly classified specimens troops came in contact with. It was pure luck that the 501st was one of the battalions tasked with escorting you and it had all been downhill from there. 

You adored the boys in blue but seeing that you spent a good portion of your time on Coruscant, you had a soft spot for the Corries too. 

“Didn’t realize our little lab rat liked ‘em so much,” Fives noted, arching a brow. You caught the hint of a smirk on his lips and you had a sinking feeling you weren’t going to like whatever mischievous thoughts were swirling around in his head.

“I do see them the most,” you responded, faintly rolling your eyes. Hawk chose that moment to slide back into the booth beside you, distributing drinks around the table and blessedly shifting the conversation away from the Guard. 

“Alright, Mouse, you’re up,” Vaughn cut in, swatting at Fives who was trying to steal his shot. “Truth or Dare.” You had kept it mostly tame, sticking to truth questions and the boys had let it slide but you knew that it wouldn’t last much longer and decided to just give in. 

“I guess it’s time for a dare,” you sighed, mindlessly swirling your fresh drink. The entire table lit up, the brothers leaning together to whisper ideas except for one. Fives was still staring you down across the table, his smile taking on a sharp edge that made you tense. Thankfully, you hadn’t tried to take a drink because the next time his mouth opened, you nearly choked on your own spit.

“I dare you to fuck Thorn.” The entire table went eerily silent, Kix, Jesse, Hawk, and Vaughn slowly sitting back in their seats as they gaped at their brother. You were too stunned to speak, blinking rapidly at the smug ARC trooper. “What? You seem to like them so much so why not? And don’t forget, pictures or it didn’t happen.”

“Dude,” Jesse whispered, glancing between you and Fives. You almost wanted to be irritated by it, knowing Fives was just being an ass for the sake of stirring shit but your devious side won out this time. 

“Fine,” you chirped, cutting off whatever Jesse was going to say next. Five pairs of eyes locked onto your face with varying degrees of surprise.

“Woah, Mouse, he’s not serious,” Kix rushed out, trying to backpedal for his brother.

“And why not? It’s not like he said Fox,” you countered, arching a brow. You could imagine the look on Fox’s face if that were the case and you barely contained the urge to start cackling. The table of troopers just stared at you, even Fives who you assumed had expected you to back down. “Hang tight, let’s see if the boys know where he is.” 

“Wait!” Hawk shouted, trying to grab you when you slid under the table. Ignoring the disgusting floor you hurried out of reach, throwing a smile over your shoulder as you approached the trio of Corries still lingering by the bar. One helmet turned slightly, catching your approach, and you were almost positive he was smiling based on the way he straightened.

“Hey, Zero,” you laughed, coming to a stop at his side.

“What’re you doing here?” he asked, glancing at his brothers who had turned at the sound of your voice.

“The 501st is planet-side so they invited me out for a drink,” you explained, glancing at the table of troopers blatantly staring. Cayde and Cupid shared a subtle look before Cayde sighed under his breath, returning to his conversation with the bartender. 

“What can we do for ya, Mouse?” Cupid asked, leaning an arm against the bar and you could picture the easy smile on his face.

“Where’s your commander?” Zero stiffened at the mention of their CO, quickly clearing his throat to cover his momentary slip.

“Everything okay?” Zero whispered, leaning down so you could hear him better. 

“I’m fine,” you laughed, refraining from patting his arm and giving yourself away. “Fives wanted to be cute and stir shit so I figured I’d play along.”

“Involving Fox?” Cupid wondered, tilting his head.

“No, Thorn,” you corrected, darting your eyes toward Torrent’s table. 

“You’re in luck,” Cayde spoke up, turning to face you. “Commander Thorn’s on patrol with us.” Cayde jerked his chin at something over your head and you twisted around just as 79’s doors slid closed, a familiar red-winged helmet scanning the immediate area. You bit back on a goofy grin when Thorn worked his way through the crowd with the ease of a commanding officer. Seeing him in his element, the strong, proud commander made your blood feel too hot, forcing you to stifle the urge to squeeze your thighs together. 

“Commander,” the three shinies synchronously greeted.

“Gentlemen,” Thorn responded before his helmet turned enough to catch sight of you. “Ma’am.”

“Nice to see you again, Commander,” you murmured, the hint of a smile playing on your lips. Thorn continued to study you for a moment before shifting his attention back to the three troopers standing around you. 

“Head out, boys, we’ll debrief outside before shift’s over,” Thorn huffed, jerking his head toward the door. The three troopers replied with another synchronous “yes sir”, pausing long enough to wave at you before making their way into Coruscant’s cool night. You glanced back up at Thorn, his words sinking in after a few seconds.

“I forgot you’re almost finished for the night,” you commented, smiling when his head tilted slightly.

“Lost track of time, huh?” he chuckled, shifting his weight so he was a hair closer to you. “How’re drinks with the bane of Rex’s existence going?” 

“Interesting,” you laughed, glancing at said trooper from the corner of your eye. All five of them were zeroed in on your conversation, looking more stunned than before and you nearly laughed. You looked up at Thorn again, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as you leaned closer, hooking a finger under his belt to keep him from backing away. His hands shot up, hovering in the air near your shoulders and you could only imagine the stunned look on his face. 

“What - what are you doing?” he whispered, his visor never leaving your face. The dare wasn’t necessarily a secret but you wanted to have a little fun before giving in and telling him, so you pressed yourself against his chest. The soft hitch in his breathing was only audible seeing that you were practically glued to his chest plate but it made your face feel warm nonetheless. 

“Do you have any idea how good you looked walking in here a minute ago?” you purred, tugging lightly on his belt. You were close enough to see his throat bob under the collar of his blacks, his arms dropping bit by bit until one hand hovered near your lower back. 

“Mm, why don’t you tell me?” Thorn rumbled, some of the rigidity finally leaving his posture. 

“How about I show you?” you countered, standing on your toes. Thorn didn’t move aside from the weight of his hand settling on your waist, squeezing once. His head was angled down slightly allowing you to lean forward and press a feather-light kiss to his helmet’s mockery of a mouth. A warm hand wrapped around the fingers hooked in his belt but he didn’t push them away, if anything, he pulled you closer, pressing the unforgiving curve of his codpiece into your leg. 

“What the hell’s gotten into you?” Thorn murmured, his grip on your waist tightening again. Although you were having fun winding him up, you figured you should let him in on the joke sooner rather than later. 

“Fives dared me to fuck you,” you stated with a small shrug. 

“I thought they didn’t know about us.” 

“They don’t,” you giggled, rolling your lips into your mouth. Thorn stared at you for a moment, completely silent before his shoulders started to shake the tiniest bit. 

“I think that’s cheating,” he teased, slowly rubbing your side. 

“Want me to try and follow through with Fives’ original idea of seducing Fox?” If it weren’t for his chest's faint rise and fall against yours, you would’ve thought he turned into stone before your eyes. Then his hand tightened again, grip harsher than the first time and it sent a thrill shooting up your spine. 

“Like you’d even try,” Thorn scoffed, yet his hold on you spoke to a glimmer of jealousy at the thought.

“I wouldn’t,” you hummed, absently playing with the edge of his kama. “So are you in or not?”

“The hell kind of question is that?” he huffed, a hint of amusement coloring his voice. 

“I do have to warn you, Fives told me there have to be pictures or it didn’t happen,” you confessed, expression softening. Thorn canted his head, studying you for a moment and you gasped as you felt his codpiece press harder into your leg. It could barely be considered a roll of his hips but it was a far more physical answer than you were expecting. 

“I think I can get on board with that,” he rumbled, his head inching closer to yours. The mere suggestion of documenting what you did behind closed doors had your pulse jumping, painfully aware of how wet you already were.

“Lead the way, handsome,” you breathed, barely containing your excitement. 

“I need to debrief the rest of the boys first, muffin,” Thorn laughed, finally peeling himself away from you, although he continued to hold on to the fingers that had been toying with his belt. “Once that’s done, you can have your way with me.”

“I supposed I can wait that long,” you sighed dramatically, not bothering to hide the almost giddy smile on your face. 

“Come on, troublemaker,” he chuckled, tugging you toward the door. A second before the door slid open you twisted around, eyes immediately finding the table of troopers who still looked just as dumbstruck as they did when you left. You lifted your free hand, wiggling your fingers in a smug little wave before Thorn pulled you out of sight. 

Thorn begrudgingly released your hand once you were outside, approaching the rest of his squad while you stood off to the side. Thorn nodded along to whatever Cupid was saying, watching the trooper absently tapping the spot over his heart and you couldn’t help but smile. However, the smile melted off your face when he tilted his head back as far as he could, arms extended in front of himself, clearly trying to stretch his shoulders, but that didn’t stop your eyes from dropping to the sliver of skin peeking out from under his helmet. 

That pose gave you a wicked idea. 

The shift from a composed, well-behaved boyfriend to whatever insatiable beast Thorn had become had your knees buckling. The second your apartment door shut, he was on you, helmet haphazardly tossed aside in favor of curling a hand around your throat and yanking you into a clumsy kiss. Your fingers instinctively curled around the edge of his chest plate, steadying yourself as he walked you down the hall to your bedroom. 

Your knees hit the edge of your mattress as Thorn’s tongue explored your mouth as if he hadn’t done it a million times before. The press of hard plastoid against your leg had you breaking the kiss, letting his lips trail across your cheek and down the side of your neck. Your fingers curled around the rounded edge of his shoulder bell, tugging lightly, making Thorn chuckle against your skin.

“Go on, you know how,” he urged playfully, his hand moving around to the back of your neck. You almost cursed him, knowing he wasn’t going to make this easy as you felt his teeth graze your thundering pulse. 

“Stop being a cheeky shit and help me,” you huffed, tossing his stupid shoulder bell aside. 

“So bossy,” Thorn teased, smirking against your throat before working his way back to your mouth. A soft sigh passed through your nose as he licked into your mouth, tasting like caf and something sweet he probably stole from Fox. 

Thorn unclipped his belt, his kama falling to the floor with a thud as you worked open the clips on his chest armor, never breaking the kiss. It was a dance you’d done more times than you could count but it somehow still made your heart race. Thorn caught his chest plate before it could hit your feet, breaking the kiss but not without nipping at your bottom lip. He tossed the piece of armor aside, bending over to work on his legs but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. Thorn looked up, a few dirty blonde curls falling in his eyes as he looked up at you. 

“Let me,” you urged, guiding him to stand straight again. He angled his head down, eyes glued to your face as you knelt at his feet, his hand clenching and unclenching at his side. You expertly worked off each piece of armor, barely having to look away from his face. With each piece that fell away his eyes grew darker, making your fingers tremble faintly with the weight of his stare. For all of Thorn’s lighthearted fun and goofy grins, he could still be intense, flaying you open with a single look. 

Thorn carefully stepped out of his boots, kicking them to the side as your fingers trailed up the inside of his thigh. The muscles twitched under his skin-tight bodysuit and you had the urge to sink your teeth into the taunt muscle. His codpiece was the last bit of plastoid to hit the floor, his cock twitched when you swayed close enough for him to feel your warm breath. You looked up the length of his body, batting your lashes a bit and you watched the way his chest moved with a shuddering breath. 

You shifted forward on your knees, lips ghosting over the head of his cock and you relished in his harsh exhale. A hand shot out to steady you on instinct as you climbed to your feet again, bringing a small smile to your face when you looked up at Thorn again. 

“Always a gentleman,” you commented, resting a hand over his racing heart. He offered you a lopsided grin, that despite the situation, made your heart swell. “Come lay down.” 

“What do you have planned?” he wondered, narrowing his eyes. You turned your back on him, already working to get out of your shirt.

“Why don’t you come find out?” you called over your shoulder. There was a soft huff of laughter before you heard the bed creak from his added weight and you glanced over your shoulder. You paused, watching the way muscles shifted under tawny skin as he struggled to yank his shirt over his head, nearly toppling over when he finally pulled it off. He blinked a few times, shaking his head, making his blonde curls look fluffy. 

“What?” he mumbled when he caught you staring. Thorn lounged back against the pillows, hands folded behind his head and somehow he managed to look adorable and mouth-watering at the same time. You let out an amused huff before tossing your shirt aside and quickly wiggling out of your pants, catching the way his eyes followed the fabric to the floor before lazily trailing up your body. 

“See something you like?” 

“I guess that’s my fault if you don’t know the answer to that,” Thorn laughed, offering you a hand as you approached the edge of the bed. His jaw flexed a few times as you climbed into his lap, his lips parting around a soft groan when you pressed down onto the outline of his cock. Thorn hooked a finger under the band of your bra, pulling you down for a kiss that had you unintentionally grinding against him. 

Normally, he kissed you like he was trying to memorize the feeling, tucking it away to revisit on one of his lonely nightshifts. Instead of his usual attentiveness, Thorn seemed distracted, something weighing on his mind. You were about to break the kiss and check on him when the support from your bra vanished. Thorn made a soft triumphant noise against your lips and you broke the kiss, forcing your sluggish brain to work. Your bra straps slid off your shoulders when you sat up, a slightly dumbfounded look on your face that only made Thorn’s smile grow wider. 

“Shithead,” you huffed, doing your best to hide a smile. Thorn winked, sliding his hands around to cup your breasts. A sigh fell from your lips as his thumbs brushed over your nipples and you leaned into his hands, bracing yourself against his shoulders and grinding down against him. As quickly as his hand was there, it was gone, making you whine in the back of your throat. You were about to complain when Thorn shifted under you, propping himself up on his elbows so his mouth ghosted over the space between your breasts. 

“You sound so pretty when you get needy,” Thorn hummed, his lips brushing against the swell of your breast. You met his heavy gaze, never breaking eye contact as he peppered kisses across your right breast and your breath hitched when his tongue slipped out. The first flick of his tongue made you gasp but you couldn’t look away from his dark eyes as he traced the shape of your nipple. You let yourself get lost in the sensation, your head lulling forward as your breathing grew heavier. 

Thorn blinked slowly, watching you through dark lashes as his lips closed around the hardened peak. A broken groan slipped past your lips, your hips unconsciously shifting forward, making his cock jump beneath you. Your hand followed the curve of his neck, your fingers threading through his hair so you could gently tilt his head back. 

“No more teasing,” you whispered, your lips brushing his, “we have a dare to fulfill.” Thorn brushed his nose against yours in a sickeningly sweet gesture despite your current position and you smiled. 

“We do,” Thorn murmured, pecking your lips. “How do you want me, muffin?” 

“Just like this,” you answered, finding his lips again. Thorn’s tongue slipped into your mouth, searching for yours as he fumbled to find the waistband of his blacks. You shifted forward onto your knees, your hands bumping his as you tried to help, earning a muffled laugh from Thorn. You leaned to the side in an attempt to give him more room and nearly toppled over, breaking the kiss with a laugh. 

“Having fun?” Thorn teased, grunting as he tried to shove his pants down. 

“More than you apparently,” you giggled, cupping his face. Thorn’s smile was blinding, the expression lighting up his entire face and your heart skipped a beat. 

“Not for long,” he mumbled, letting out a triumphant sound. You looked over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of his legs kicking as he pushed his pants off to the side. His hands landed on your hips, pulling you down onto his lap and you let out a choked gasp, clenching at the feeling of his length pressing against your folds. “What was that?”

“Oh, shut up,” you huffed, rolling your hips. Thorn’s jaw flexed, the grip on your hips tightening as he pulled you forward, dragging you along the length of his cock. “I’d say why not put your mouth to good use,” you teased, reaching up to trace the shape of his lower lip with your thumb, “but I’ve been thinking about cumming on your cock since you walked into 79s.”

Thorn groaned, his thumbs hooking under the band of your panties, yanking them down with a sudden desperation. It took a little careful maneuvering but Thorn was quickly tossing the thin fabric somewhere out of sight. Your nails dug into his shoulder as his fingers traced the dip of your hips, ghosting over your clit, but he didn’t linger, parting your folds as he held your gaze. The sigh that left your lips sounded almost relieved as Thorn pushed a finger into you, his lips parting as he watched your features contort with pleasure. Your head felt fuzzy, arousal buzzing under your skin as you unconsciously started grinding against his hand. 

“There you go,” Thorn cooed, meeting the movement of your hips with ease. He leaned closer, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth as he added another finger. “You look so good fucking yourself on my fingers.”

“Would - would look even better fucking myself on your cock,” you forced out, squeezing your eyes shut when he curled his fingers. Thorn hummed, kissing the corner of your mouth but he didn’t pull away, his slightly labored breathing puffing against your cheek.

“Then do it.” You moaned at the harsh edge of his voice, the barely restrained desire lacing his words and you couldn’t move fast enough. Thorn chuckled under his breath, the sound breaking around a groan when your fingers curled around his cock. You matched the pace of his thrusts, clenching your jaw when a third finger joined the others but it still wasn’t what you wanted. It was almost torturous to lift your hips, wanting more than his fingers but hating the sudden emptiness. 

Thorn flopped down onto the bed, his hands folded behind his head as he looked up at you with dark, half-lidded eyes and a sinful smirk. You suddenly wanted to wipe that look off his face, wanting him to look just as restless as you felt. Despite the smirk lingering on his face, you noted how the muscles near his jaw shifted as you lined yourself up, the head of his cock barely brushing against you. Whether it was the first or the thousandth time you’d done this, your lips still parted, a sharp inhale filling the room as you sank down. The sensation was somehow still dizzying, straddling the line between pleasure and pain, leaving you struggling to catch your breath even when you were fully seated in his lap again. 

You forced your eyes open when you realized they had clamped shut, taking in Thorn laid out underneath you. His hands had moved from behind his head to rest on the pillow, his chin tilted toward the ceiling, emphasizing the strong lines of his throat. The caress of your fingers over his stomach had Thorn opening his eyes, endless pupils zeroing in on your face and his fingers twitched. Your eyes slid to the nightstand beside your bed, your datapad innocently charging, and a devious little smile spread across your face.

“Hand me my datapad, please,” you murmured, tracing the faint V-line that disappeared underneath you. Thorn narrowed his eyes, a little puzzled by the request until it seemed to dawn on him and he huffed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he blindly reached for the device. 

“What kind of proof do you plan on sending?” he asked, returning his hand to its previous position. 

“Not too keen on Fives getting a peep show,” you teased, arching a brow at your boyfriend over the top of your datapad. The relief that flashed across his face forced you to bite back a smile, something that turned out to be useless when the alternative occurred to him. 

“You never planned on sending a picture of yourself, did you?” Thorn chuckled, although it sounded a bit strained. 

“Nope,” you replied, exaggerating the pop of the p. You lifted your eyes from the screen in front of you, licking your lips as your gaze raked over him, the soft light from the bedside lamp making his skin seem to glow. Thorn seemed to be waiting for your next move, his nostrils flaring as he fought to stay perfectly still, doing his best to ignore the fact that you were sitting on his cock. You held his gaze, bringing your hand down between your legs to gently circle your clit. A high-pitched grunt forced its way past your lips and you clenched involuntarily, giving you exactly what you wanted. 

Thorn’s tilted back again, his mouth dropping open with a harsh exhale and you quickly snapped the picture, tossing the datapad aside as soon as it pinged to let you know the message sent. Thorn grunted, his eyes popping open when you suddenly leaned forward, bracing both of your hands on his chest. One large hand covered yours, squeezing what fingers he could; a silent reassurance as well as an order to keep them there.

The first roll of your hips sent a chill down your spine, accompanied by a breathy moan that made Thorn’s grip on your hands tighten. It felt like you were going to come apart at the seams but there was a part of you that still wanted to stay like this, savoring the fullness of Thorn buried inside you. He, however, seemed to run out of patience. You hadn’t even noticed that his free hand had moved, too focused on the soft ripples of pleasure washing over you, that you immediately tensed when his hand met your ass with a crack. However, the shock didn’t last long and you whined, pressing back into his hand as he squeezed the faintly stinging area. 

“While you do look so pretty like this, cyar’ika, I wanna see you bounce on my cock,” Thorn rumbled, delivering another softer smack to your ass. And who were you to deny him? You pushed off his chest, sitting upright again, and immediately lifted your hips, letting your head fall back as you did as he asked. His hands found your hips and you immediately gripped one of his forearms, your other hand toying with your breast. Thorn absently traced the slope of your hips with his thumbs, the gentle touch drawing your attention and you lifted your head again to look down at his face. 

He was watching how he disappeared inside you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and you clenched as he pulled down onto his cock again, groaning through clenched teeth. Your thighs ached, forcing you to slow your pace and Thorn’s eyes darted up to your face, his hands dropping away from your hips. Without the extra support, you slowly further, squeezing your eyes shut as you continued to grind against him. It happened so fast that you could barely get your arms out when a hand gripped your jaw, pulling you down. 

The kiss was rough, teeth knocking together as you tried to steady yourself, keep up with Thorn as he explored your mouth, and met the short thrusts of his hips. You broke the kiss with a whimper, panting against his bruised lips, shivering at the way his thumb followed the curve of your jaw. You started to press more of your weight onto Thorn and he smiled, but there was a devious undertone to it that made you skeptical. Then suddenly you were moving, a squeal falling from your lips as he rolled you onto your back. You blinked up at him, your mouth hanging open as you tried to reorient yourself but Thorn didn’t give you a chance, snapping his hips forward hard enough to punch the air from your lungs. 

Thorn leaned forward, slanting his mouth over yours as he set a slow, devastating that had your toes curling. He kissed the corner of your mouth, then your cheek before groaning through his teeth when your nails dug into his lower back, his thrusts growing faster. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, the pleasure spreading to every inch of your body as you started to tense beneath him. Thorn leaned away enough to see your face and you watched a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face. His eyes dropped to your mouth, the muscles in his jaw jumping before he opened his mouth, his tongue slipping out. The tip of his tongue the curve of your top lip, a teasing touch to coax you closer.

Without thinking you tilted your chin, closing your lips around his tongue and sucking gently. Thorn made a high-pitched sound in the back of his throat, his hips snapping forward with renewed purpose. You released his tongue only for him to surge forward again, kissing you again, his thrusts growing wilder. 

“Touch yourself,” Thorn panted against your lips, blindly reaching for one of your hands. It was overwhelming, every snap of his hips paired with the frantic circling of your fingers had you teetering dangerously on the edge of bliss, desperate for the inevitable fall. The pleasure finally reached a tipping point and you tensed, your mouth falling open with a silent cry as you came, hard. You were faintly aware of Thorn hiding his face against your neck, his hips twitched as he filled you with a muffled moan.  

Faint tremors continued to ripple through your body as you caught your breath, mindlessly rubbing circles between Thorn’s shoulder blades. His breathing had started to even out, the gentle, rhythmic puff of air raising goosebumps across your breast where his head was resting. Thorn exhaled slowly, turning his head to rest his chin on your sternum to look up at your face, a blissed-out look on his face. Your smile was groggy and a little lopsided but it seemed to make Thorn’s eyes twinkle, affection clear in the way he looked up at you.

“Hey,” you murmured, moving your hand to card through his messy curls.

“Hey, muffin,” he rumbled, leaning into your touch. He hummed quietly, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours and his eyes drifted shut again.

“Don’t fall asleep,” you warned, lightly tugging on his hair. “We need to get cleaned up.” Thorn opened one eye, his brow arching and he just looked at you for a moment before he blinked a few times. 

“You’re right.” The corner of his mouth twitched, making your eyes narrow as he shifted down your body. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Cleaning up after myself,” Thorn replied with a smirk, pressing a lingering kiss between your breasts. Your eyes drifted shut and you settled into the soft mattress as Thorn lavished you with affection until he paused at your hip. It took more effort than you expected to force your eyes open, blinking slowly and you caught the hint of mischief in Thorn’s eyes before he slid down between your legs.

“What are -” The end of your sentence was replaced with a harsh gasp, your thighs immediately closing around Thorn’s head as he licked up the cum dripping out of you. Your arms trembled as you propped yourself up, your mouth hanging open slightly when his eyes flickered up to meet yours. There was a smugness there but the new waves of pleasure spreading through your body distracted you. 

Your voice cracked when you cried out, his name coming out broken when he shoved his tongue into your sensitive pussy. You were quickly rushing toward a second orgasm and you had the feeling it wouldn’t be your last.

The quiet hum of scattered conversations filled the barracks, a sound Fives found comforting as he lounged back in his bunk. Hardcase’s laugh from somewhere above him brought a faint smile to his face and he turned his head, watching Jesse and Kix arguing over a game of sabacc. Fives sighed when the quiet ping of his datapad cut through the room and he flipped it up, his eyes locking onto the familiar notification. 

“Hey, assholes!” Fives yelled, scrambling to lean out of his bunk, searching for Vaugh and Hawk. He jumped when Hardcase’s head appeared from the top bunk, his face slowly turning red. 

“What’s up?” Hardcase asked. 

“Guess who just got a message from Mouse.” A wicked grin spread across Fives’ face as he waved his datapad in the general direction the rest of Torrent was sitting. There was a sudden flurry of movement, boots and socked feet thumping against the floor just barely covering up Kix’s distressed shout. Fives yelped when Jesse borderline dove into his bunk and he caught a glimpse of Vaughn and Hawk awkwardly catching Hardcase as he rolled off the top bunk. Somehow Fives ended up with four brothers piled on top of him. 

“Get your knee out of my ass, Hardcase,” Jesse grumbled, elbowing Fives in the ribs.

“Stop moving,” Fives wheezed, yanking his arm out from under Vaughn. It took a few more seconds of repositioning and harsh jabs before they found a somewhat comfortable position. He glanced over his shoulder, snorting to himself before finally clicking on the message. 

It took a few seconds for his brain to register what he was looking at but when it did, Fives threw his datapad. It knocked into the bunk Kix was sitting on, landing screen up. Fives didn’t even have to look at his brothers to know they were all wearing similar horrified looks. He waited for the same look to cross Kix’s face but instead, Kix threw his head back, laughing like a maniac. The four brothers crammed into the small space started to peel themselves away from Fives, staring at their medic with similar concerned looks. 

“What is wrong with you?” Fives asked, refusing to look at the picture again. It was more of Thorn than Fives ever wanted to see even if it was just his upper body. 

“Oh, stars,” Kix gasped between laughter, wrapping his arms around his stomach as he toppled forward onto the mattress. “Looks - looks like you got what you wanted, huh?”

“No. No, I did not, Kix,” Fives snapped which only made their medic laugh harder. Fives glared down at the now-dark datapad, ignoring Kix’s quiet wheezing, and vowing to get back at you somehow. 

But first, he was deleting that picture…and possibly burning his datapad.

Taglist: @clonemedickix @sinfulsalutations @starrylothcat @rain-on-kamino @wolffegirlsunite @blueink-bluesoul @multi-fan-dom-madness

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

love me tender...or maybe not - strawberry taste

pairing: cupid!wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship!AU - minors dni

warnings: sub!wonwoo, soft dom!reader, handjob, making out, use of petnames (angel, pretty), consent (bcs it’s sexy af), dacryphilia kink, mentions of aftercare, cumplay, finger sucking

word count: 1.7k

summary: wonwoo takes the first step towards intimacy. and boy, does it catch you by surprise.

taglist: @wonwussy​ @duhnova​ @flowerwonu​ @junkissed​ @heartkyeom​ @onlymingyus​

nsfw taglist: @rosecult @bibinnieposts @ovai @littlemisssarcastic21 @tinkerbell460 @jonghyuns-husband @romromthedeer @y00nzin0 @llsiriusminorisll @08skrr @booyouwhore17 @enhacolor​ 

unable to tag @wonderfulshinee

© multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. ​no reposting or translating without permission.

The next time you’re with Wonwoo, you’re in your house, sitting on the couch, legs draped over his lap.

You watch him like a hawk, his face and eyes concentrated on the screen, the golden round rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. 

Your eyes carefully study his angelic features - his sharp yet kind eyes, his sharp nose, jawline as if it was carved by God himself, and lips resting on a tiny pout, all pink and soft.

Oh, how you wanted to see his face contorted in the pleasure you’re able to provide him.

“Y/N? Is something on your mind, love?”, Wonwoo breaks the comfortable silence, turning his attention to you, “You haven’t watched a single second of this movie”. “Why pay attention to a movie when I have a piece of art sitting right next to me?”, you let out a chuckle, your legs deliberately shifting on his lap to graze over his crotch, in an attempt to rile him up. “Stop being ridiculous”, he scoffs, turning his head away from you to hide his embarrassment, clearly affected by your pick up line.

“My cupid boyfriend is turning down my compliment and I’m the ridiculous one? Rude”, you tease him and slowly raise your right leg to graze it over his chest.

Wonwoo sucks a sharp breath through his gritted teeth, his hands gripping the pillows underneath him. He can feel his wings fluttering under his white t-shirt, dangerously straining against the fabric, making it tighten around his toned chest. 

“I will stop if you want me to”, you drop your leg, scared you might have made him uncomfortable, but the sudden grip on your ankle makes you freeze in your seat.

“Wait”, he breathes out, “I…I don’t want you to stop”, he relaxes his grip on your leg, soothing your skin with his thumb. “I just…”, “Yes?”, you sit up, waiting for his answer. “Baby, if you don’t want to continue, then we won’t, I would never do something against your will”, you cup his cheeks with your hands, trying to comfort him.

“You once said…”, Wonwoo licks his lips, clearing his throat, “...that you’ve been exposed to more…intimate skinship before, right?”, “That’s right, but why do you ask?”.

“I want you to show me what it feels like”.

You swear that your heart nearly stopped at his words, knocking you completely breathless. 

Your beloved, innocent cupid Wonwoo, wanting to get intimate with you. 

“Is that so, my angel?”, you coo at him and get up, offering your hand for him to take it, “Follow me”, and he takes your hand, letting you lead him to your bedroom.

A few minutes later, you’re perched on top of him, your lips tenderly kissing his neck, your hands running up and down his sides over his shirt. Small, short breaths are coming out of Wonwoo’s mouth, starting to fog up his glasses. His hands are tugging at the fresh sheets, wings stretching his shirt again, fighting to break free.

You run your hands over his chest again, fingers brushing over his covered nipples. At that moment, Wonwoo lets out a loud moan, his back arching off the mattress, a ripping sound echoing in the room.

You pull away for a second and you notice that his wings are laid out on the bed and his white t-shirt has been ripped in half, leaving his torso exposed. “T-This shouldn’t have happened, oh my God”, he whines in embarrassment, his wings instinctively coming around to cover his body. “Angel, please don’t hide yourself from me”, you caress his cheek, “You’re so beautiful, do you know that?”, “W-Well, cupids are supposed to be beautiful”, “It’s not about being a cupid, Wonwoo. No matter what kind of being you were, I would still find you beautiful”, you laugh and his wings start to relax, splaying wide open again.

“That’s it, baby, relax for me just like that”, you whisper and get closer to him, your lips mere centimeters away from his. “Can you kiss me?”, Wonwoo asks timidly, “Please?”, he adds and you smile, your lips finally touching his.

You take control of the kiss, your hands resting on his jaw as you shift closer to him, all while his hands are shyly making their way on your sides, holding you gently as you both move your lips in sync. 

The softness of his mouth and a very faint sweet taste overwhelms your senses and your greed overcomes you, making you slide your tongue in Wonwoo's mouth. His eyes shoot up in surprise, the foreign sensation catching him completely off guard. His body feels like it has caught fire, his skin burning up, but not in an uncomfortable way - it makes him want more.

The small moans echo in your mouth and you press your body even closer to his, your hands now on his broad shoulders, nails slightly digging in his soft skin. His wings ruffle again, feathers falling down on the mattress and the floor. He can feel them change again, the pastel pink now turning into a flower pink. You pull away to catch your breath and you notice the color change on his wings. It's as if…they are blushing?

"Wonwoo? Are you…", "Changing?", he pants, "Y-You could say that", "Do you want me to continue, pretty angel?", you coo at him and he nods, shifting his hips awkwardly underneath you.

"Words, baby, I need words", you pin his hips in place, making him whine in protest. "Y/N, please", "Please what?", "Touch me, please!", "I'm touching you, angel", you smirk at him. "N-Not there", he stutters, "Then where? Wanna show me?", you rub circles on his skin, trying to make him more comfortable.

Wonwoo takes your hand and guides it over his crotch, making you feel his growing erection over his jeans, arousal pooling in your panties. You squeeze him ever so slightly and his mouth falls open, biting the back of his hand to keep himself silent.

"Do you want me to take them off, angel?", you ask him, fingers tugging at the waistband of his sweats. "Y-Yes, please, I can't take it anymore", Wonwoo pleads and you grin, sliding both his jeans and boxers down his legs, leaving him completely naked.

"Oh my….", you trail off as you scan his body from head to toe, biting your bottom lip, "Seems like it wasn't just your face that was sculpted by God himself, baby", you smile like a Chesire cat as you take off your clothes, leaving only your black lacy underwear on.

You lay down right next to Wonwoo, the warmth of his body and his wings instantly enveloping you. "Everything about you is so pretty, Wonu", you ghost your hand over his torso, his abs, merely inches away from his flushed cock, resting heavy and neglected on his stomach.

"But I really can't believe you were hiding such a pretty body from me, let alone your cock", you wrap your hand around his shaft and Wonwoo gasps at the sensation, fisting the sheets next to him.

"I -ah- It wouldn't be nice t-to show you my b-body without asking you", he stutters as you pump his cock with a steady rhythm, your eyes fixated on the beads of precum pooling in the crevices of his abs. 

"Sweetheart, hiding yourself from me isn't nice", you kitten lick his jawline, eliciting tiny, strained groans from his lips. "But you don't have to do this anymore, right?", you graze your teeth over his skin, twisting your wrist over his tip, making his hips buck into your hand.

Wonwoo's wings keep making rustling sounds, watching them blush from the roots to the ends, his hands flying to cover his mouth. His glasses are all fogged up, eyes glassy, tears starting to run down his cheeks.

"Are you close, angel?", you coo at him. "Ha…haah, s-so c-close, nngh", he sobs and you sit up next to him, pulling his hand away from his mouth to lace your fingers with his, your other hand speeding up on his cock, pushing him to the edge.

"Y/N!", Wonwoo moans out loud, his back arching off the bed, wings fully spreading underneath him as his cock throbs violently, pearly ropes of cum splashing on his abs, his thighs trembling from the intensity of his orgasm. He's still panting, holding your hand tight and you kiss his tears away.

"You did so good for me, baby, so so good", you whisper in his ear. Is that…strawberry?, you wonder after tasting his tears, thinking whether it's just his tears like that. 

“T-Thank you”, he breathes out, the aftershocks of his orgasm still affecting him, shuddering every time your fingers graze his skin. Your eyes are fixated on the globs of cum staining his skin and you absentmindedly (not really) lean over his abs, flattening your tongue on them to taste his essence.

“Y-Y/N, you shouldn’t be d-doing this - mmh - it’s not-”, Wonwoo covers his mouth with his hand when he watches you lick him clean. “Not proper? Not right? Is that what you wanted to say, Nonu?”, you look up from his lap, your lips partially covered with his release. 

“Y-Yes”, “Mmm, I see”, you chuckle and climb over him, capturing his lips in a messy kiss, swallowing all of his sounds, making him taste himself on your tongue.

“You t-taste like s-strawberry”, he half-moans. “No, baby, you taste like strawberry”, a grin plastered on your face, “But I have to leave you for a few seconds, need to prepare some stuff”, “W-Where are you going?”, he asks with puppy eyes as you climb off the bed. “Don’t worry, Nonu, I’m just going to prepare the tub - Wouldn’t dare to think about leaving my pretty cupid all dirty”, you caress his cheek and he feels like leaning into your touch.

You disappear from the room and Wonwoo is left alone on the bed, wings rustling again as he runs his fingers over his abs, collecting some of his cum on his pads, shyly putting them in his mouth. He’s in shock, because you’re right - he does taste like strawberry. 

And now all he can think of is how you would taste.

[keiscake]

hawks x gn!reader

fluff/shortfic

a/n ~ i've been listening to this on repeat for the last week, and it inspired a short fic for me to write. i also got the opportunity to test out some photoshopping, with lots of help from my boyfriend. hope you enjoy this short little fic!

you were told that college was a place of love and romance, a place for relationships to bloom and grow. you were a hopeless romantic all your life, so you went into your first year with the expectation that you'd meet someone. though you didn't meet someone, and going into your third year you still hadn't met someone. but you met some great friends.

they were all in couples by the third semester of your first year. todoroki and momo, denki and jirou, deku and uraraka, the list went on. needless to say you were surrounded by couples all the time. but you got used to it eventually, it became the norm after almost two years after all. and after almost two years you finally gave up on the idea of love and romance.

it made you wonder, is loving as good as they say?

you had been counting the day since november. the same november that made you realise that love wasn't meant for you. the same november that dabi had rejected you. it felt like your whole world came crashing down that snowy day. your friends held your hand through it all and reassured you that your time would come, but you decided that you should take it as a sign instead.

you gave a second chance to cupid, but now you were left feeling stupid. your destiny was just not written with a player two. you would just get on with your life as normal. you'd go to class, put your head down in the books, hang out with your friends, what more could you ask for? well, wouldn't it be okay for you to ask the heaven's for one small little thing?

most nights you felt lonely, crying in your room. wishing to find a lover that could hold you. a lover that would embrace you tightly and share the same warmth with you. a lover that would spoil you with kisses and touches. a lover you could build a future with. it was all you wanted. but after that november, you were so skeptical of love.

but maybe you thought that it wasn't the heavens that drifted you away from your destiny with a player two. maybe it was yourself. you could try a little harder instead of relying on fate and cupid. you decided that your destiny was in your hands now. so you built up the courage to speak to him.

he was the closest thing to an angel you had ever seen. golden eyes with a warm and soft gaze, voice soothing and gentle, and crimson red wings. hawks. his name was hawks. he was in the same class as you and spoke to you every now and them. though you never realised how kind he was to you until that day, or how kind he was in general.

hawks started speaking to you outside of class. so you matched his energy by inviting him to hang out with your friends, and it was a hit. he was quickly taken into the group, and you were glad. your friends even teased you about being in a couple with hawks. you didn't detest the idea, just unsure that it was even possible.

but the more hawks stook around the stronger the idea was. he nursed you when you had the flu, panicking to your dorm room with medicine and apologising about not being quick enough. he always made excuses for you if you were late to class or shared his notes if you didn't quite catch everything. it made you realise you were a fool, a fool for love.

and maybe after all that time your hard work paid off. hawks asked you out in november during your third year of college. he took you to the park on a walk so that the two of you could blow off some steam. you walked by the lake that was frozen over, the moon's reflection as clear as day on its icy surface. you admired the view.

whilst you were enticed in the moonlight, hawks wrapped his arms around you and whispered in your ear, "will you be mine y/n?". your face was all hot, despite the ever falling snow. your heart was melting. your hands shaking. your destiny finally falling into place. you were just a hopeless girl seeking for someone to share the feeling with. the feeling of love.

and you found him.

[keiskake]

hawks x gn!reader

fluff/shortfic

a/n ~ i've been listening to this on repeat for the last week, and it inspired a short fic for me to write. i also got the opportunity to test out some photoshopping, with lots of help from my boyfriend. hope you enjoy this short little fic!

you were told that college was a place of love and romance, a place for relationships to bloom and grow. you were a hopeless romantic all your life, so you went into your first year with the expectation that you'd meet someone. though you didn't meet someone, and going into your third year you still hadn't met someone. but you met some great friends.

they were all in couples by the third semester of your first year. todoroki and momo, denki and jirou, deku and uraraka, the list went on. needless to say you were surrounded by couples all the time. but you got used to it eventually, it became the norm after almost two years after all. and after almost two years you finally gave up on the idea of love and romance.

it made you wonder, is loving as good as they say?

you had been counting the day since november. the same november that made you realise that love wasn't meant for you. the same november that dabi had rejected you. it felt like your whole world came crashing down that snowy day. your friends held your hand through it all and reassured you that your time would come, but you decided that you should take it as a sign instead.

you gave a second chance to cupid, but now you were left feeling stupid. your destiny was just not written with a player two. you would just get on with your life as normal. you'd go to class, put your head down in the books, hang out with your friends, what more could you ask for? well, wouldn't it be okay for you to ask the heaven's for one small little thing?

most nights you felt lonely, crying in your room. wishing to find a lover that could hold you. a lover that would embrace you tightly and share the same warmth with you. a lover that would spoil you with kisses and touches. a lover you could build a future with. it was all you wanted. but after that november, you were so skeptical of love.

but maybe you thought that it wasn't the heavens that drifted you away from your destiny with a player two. maybe it was yourself. you could try a little harder instead of relying on fate and cupid. you decided that your destiny was in your hands now. so you built up the courage to speak to him.

he was the closest thing to an angel you had ever seen. golden eyes with a warm and soft gaze, voice soothing and gentle, and crimson red wings. hawks. his name was hawks. he was in the same class as you and spoke to you every now and them. though you never realised how kind he was to you until that day, or how kind he was in general.

hawks started speaking to you outside of class. so you matched his energy by inviting him to hang out with your friends, and it was a hit. he was quickly taken into the group, and you were glad. your friends even teased you about being in a couple with hawks. you didn't detest the idea, just unsure that it was even possible.

but the more hawks stook around the stronger the idea was. he nursed you when you had the flu, panicking to your dorm room with medicine and apologising about not being quick enough. he always made excuses for you if you were late to class or shared his notes if you didn't quite catch everything. it made you realise you were a fool, a fool for love.

and maybe after all that time your hard work paid off. hawks asked you out in november during your third year of college. he took you to the park on a walk so that the two of you could blow off some steam. you walked by the lake that was frozen over, the moon's reflection as clear as day on its icy surface. you admired the view.

whilst you were enticed in the moonlight, hawks wrapped his arms around you and whispered in your ear, "will you be mine y/n?". your face was all hot, despite the ever falling snow. your heart was melting. your hands shaking. your destiny finally falling into place. you were just a hopeless girl seeking for someone to share the feeling with. the feeling of love.

and you found him.

[sarahdrewthat]

hello my friend! just here to drop some love into ur inbox 💖 that cupid keigo and psyche y/n artwork was MWAH! spectacular. thank you for an excellent meal ;) 💖💖💖

please thank @hawnks for the incredible idea, I am but a pen 😌

[ayocee]

Cupid Valentine’s Exchange

Hey lovelies! ❤️

This is the second exchange event from the Black Simps Server. The Valentine's Cupid Exchange. Checkout these awesome fics from the Haikyuu and My Hero Universe raging from fluffy to smutty 😏Keeping it Sweet ☺️ and Spicy 😈

@ablackfangirl - 💍Merry me 💍 - Kuroo x Black Fem Reader (SFW) 

@shhhlikeme​ - Light Work - Hawks x Fem Reader (NSFW)

@vixenpen - Please Me - Human Gang Orca x Fem Reader (NSFW)

*Thank you @ladyshinigami​ for the epic Banner*

[moonbcrry]

Robin x reader where reader gets hurt in the upside down and Robin takes on the job of patching her up. Robin accidentally confesses her love for reader. Happy ending pls

okay but this is super sweet nonnie thank you for requesting!!!! also sorry for the super late reply :<

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴

cw: fem!reader, spoilers from season 4, mentions of blood and injuries, slightly angsty at the beginning (blame my dramatic ass), idiots in love as a hattie usual, eddie my sweetheart <3

a/n: thank you so much to @my-my-only-angel for proofreading and being unhinged about maya hawke, @mirclealignr being supportive through my writing process <3

wc: 600-ish

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“there you go,” robin breathes, gently settling your back to the rocks. “we’re safe here.” 

you swallow hard, the tang smell of blood on your drenched t-shirt makes your head dizzy, the murky air around gets harder to breathe and the voice of the horrifying creatures around adds more to your anxiousness. “we’re not,” your eyes flutter close as a tear escapes to your sweaty cheeks, “not while we’re stuck in here.”

robin lifts your shirt, being careful to not to hurt you while taking it off. you see how her  face scrunches at the sight. her face mirrors how bad it is, even though she tries her best to hide it. “you should leave me behind,” you breathe out, shaking as the cold hits your  exposed skin covered in blood. “ i’ll slow you guys down.”

you knew from the moment you jumped to the water right after robin that this wasn’t a good idea. you knew you couldn’t live with the guilt of letting her behind. she was your closest friend, you couldn’t just let her jump to the death. not without you. now you can not let yourself be a burden to her. 

“nonsense!” her voice quakes as she starts to wrap a piece of clothing around your torso. you hiss, another teardrop rolling down your cheek. robin panics.“ you’re not slowing us - and - and - and i’m not going to let the girl of my dreams become dinner for those bat-monster things.”

suddenly you forget about the unbearable pain you’re dealing with. you forget about you’re trapped in the upside down, probably will be dead in a few hours. cheeks heat up, her words echoing in your mind on repeat. the girl of my dreams.

 “your what?” 

she looks at you startled, doesn’t expecting you to hear that. mumbles something under her breath, and her hands and mouth starts to work faster than her brain, just how she says all the time. “i - i just - i meant that - i dream of all of us, steve, eddie, nancy, you, me, kids? getting out of this shit hole and living the rest of our lives happily - as friends of course. though i’m not sure about nancy and steve’s situation, i mean she’s got a boyfriend but they seem -”

you call her name, hands placing above hers. you admire her features a bit, freckles on her bumpy nose, squishy cheeks you always love to pinch when you’re annoying her now painted in crimson red, big, blue orbs batting at you under her lashes. she takes your breath away. 

“yeah?”

“that -” you clear your throat, looking away immediately with embarrassment. “sounds like a great dream.”

“yeah?” she wears an idiotic smile.

“yeah.” you mime, bashfully.

eddie throws a death glare towards you. “can you two continue your - flirting or whatever the hell is going on here, when we’re out here alive, okay!” steve making a moment to hush him, only to get hushed by eddie.  “am i the only one who cares about surviving here?”

after offering you her own jacket, robin makes a move to get up. but you’re quick to pull her down and place an almost unnoticeable kiss to her cherry lips. you smile at her stunned state while getting up with a struggle. your face wrinkles with pain but fails to hide the big stupid smile. you whisper down at her when her fingers press where your lips were a moment ago.  “i mean we’re at the skull rock, right?”

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[candycandy00]

Working on and off on this Hawks x Reader x Dabi fic and it’s so fucked up, I’m not sure if I’ll post it. 😕

So here’s the plot (*dark content warning*):

You and Touya grew up together as childhood friends. You’ve been in love with each other for years but only very recently confessed to each other and started dating. You just had your first kiss.

You go to run an errand and Touya doesn’t want you to go alone, because there’s been a lot of women turning up brutally butchered. And they all have high amounts of a new drug called Cupid’s Arrow in their system.

Cupid’s Arrow makes the person who ingests it become obsessively in love with the first person they see when they take it. It’s like they’re brainwashed, and they’ll do literally anything to please that person, even letting that person harm them. Until it wears off, they’re like a brainwashed sex crazed zombie.

So you go to the store but you end up running into a handsome stranger (Hawks) who injects you with the drug. He’s the killer who’s been kidnapping women, using the drug on them constantly for a week or so, then killing them. And now he has you.

Touya goes searching for you, and eventually finds you. Hawks captures him too, ties him up, and makes him watch what you’ve become.

[seijorhi]

Reminiscent

i’m (semi) back, y’all, and i come bearing a fic!! fhdjhfjdk it’s for oikawa i won’t apologise

Oikawa Tooru x female reader

TW non-con, drunk/drugged reader, forced infidelity, emotional manipulation, angst, past trauma, coercion, mild(ish?) smut, nsfw

“F-fuck, cutie! Just like – hah– just like that!”

You weren’t the clubbing type.

Not usually, at least – but exams were over and one of your friends was fresh off a bad breakup, one night letting loose wouldn’t hurt.

Walking is… difficult, your steps are sloppy – there’s an arm wrapped around your waist, your own slung over a stranger’s shoulders. Why are you outside? Where are your friends – they… they promised they wouldn’t leave you. 

“She good, dude?”

A soft, pretty laugh rumbles at your side, “Yeah, she’s gonna be just fine.”

And you remember the bar, the overpriced cocktails and the saccharine sweetness of strawberry liquor on your tongue. The dizzying lights and the bass that thumped so loudly you felt it reverberate in your chest. You knew the rules; they’d been drilled into you since you were sixteen years old.

Stick together, don’t accept drinks from strangers, and watch the one in your hand like a hawk - it doesn’t leave your sight.

A tongue between the valley of your breasts, long fingers curling up inside of you. 

“You like that, huh pretty girl? You gonna cum for me?”

They wouldn’t have just abandoned you, right? Maybe you told them to go. Maybe they thought you wanted it; to go home with the handsome stranger.

You never had the guts to ask them, never spoke about that night again. Not to anyone.

Pain. Something thrusting inside of you, splitting you open while he moans and pants atop you. It hurts so much and you want it to stop. 

Please stop. Please. Please. Please.

You’re begging, at least you think you are, but the words come out jumbled and wrong, and he just laughs, hiking up your thigh so he can fuck you deeper.

Why won’t he stop?

When you wake up, bruised and sore and all alone in your bed, it feels like a bad dream. You know it’s not – not with cum still seeping from between your thighs, the scent of the stranger’s cologne clinging to your sheets.

And you scrub your skin raw in the shower, but it isn’t enough to rid you of his touch.

—

It’s nothing like what they show on tv.

There’s no sympathetic detective to pat you on your shoulder while you break down, swearing that they’ll find the man who did this and you’ll get your justice.

You don’t go to the cops because you’ll know what they’ll say. You were drunk, drugged, and even if you could remember what he looked like (his eyes were brown, you think, and there’s a flash of a smirk in your head but the moment you try to focus on it it slips away like smoke) any evidence of rape washed down the drain the moment you stepped into the steaming shower.

At least… that’s what you tell yourself. It’s easier than admitting you’re terrified of judgemental eyes. 

Or worse; pitying ones.

So you pretend that nothing happened. You show up to your classes and throw yourself into studying, make the time to get coffee with your friends, you even pick up a part time job – it’s good to keep busy. 

The nightmares are just that; nightmares.

And things are fine, until they’re not.

—

“Baby, you’re here!!”

There’s barely time to drop your bags before she’s pulling you into a warm hug. “Hi mom,” you reply, squeezing her back.

When she draws back to take you in, one hand cupping your cheek, she frowns, “You look tired sweetheart. Have you been sleeping enough?”

“Yeah, just tired from exams and stuff.”

She looks unconvinced, but mercifully doesn’t push the issue. Of course, you don’t tell her that you missed your last two exams because you’d walked past some guy wearing that same cologne and just choked – that instead of finishing off your semester strong, you’d spent the day alternating between throwing up and crying in bed.

She doesn’t need to know that, because of that, you’ll probably fail both classes and have to retake them again next semester on top of an already full course load. It’s fine; you’ll figure it out.

For now, you work on matching her enthusiasm at having you home, grabbing your bags to bring them inside and into your old room.

“Oh, wait–”

Abruptly, you pause, gazing in confusion from the doorway of your bedroom. There’s a duffle bag lying open and empty atop your bed, a tangled jump rope, some weights, an empty bottle, a sweat towel – even what looks like a spare workout tee scattered haphazardly across the sheets.

“… I didn’t take you for a gym junkie, mom.”

She stops behind you, sighing. “It’s not mine it’s– Tooru said he was going to tidy it up, sorry sweetheart.” She sweeps past you to start tidying it up, but not before you catch sight of her wide eyed, deer in headlights expression.

And you can’t help the lone eyebrow that rises, falling back against the doorframe, arms folding across your chest. “Tooru, huh?” you grin, “And who might Tooru be?”

The flustered, almost guilty look she sends you makes you want to laugh – this is easy, comfortable, this you can do – but you restrain yourself. Just. “Tooru is… he’s– well, he’s the man I’m… seeing.”

She admits it like she’s confessing to a crime, eyes all wide and nervous; anticipating your reaction. And you suppose it’s not unwarranted. As far as you’re aware, she’s been alone ever since the day your dad walked out on you both – raising you was always the priority, or maybe the excuse. But you’re not fourteen anymore, you don’t need another father figure or every spare bit of her time and attention, and she doesn’t need your approval for this.

So you smile at her, “Is he nice?”

She lights up, her features – almost a mirror image of your own – softening as she beams, “He’s amazing, honey. I honestly don’t know how this whole thing really happened, or why he’s even interested in someone like me but… I lucked out with him.”

And so it goes, you prying little bits of information about the mysterious Tooru as the afternoon passes.

She tells you that they met a few months back, at the bakery she likes in town – and how she kept running into him; at the grocery store, and then at the park, and then on her way back from yoga that one night.

She tells you that he’s a terrible flirt, all smooth and charming with warm, pretty brown eyes, but he’s a good man beneath it all and she’s never met anyone like him. 

It strikes you, as you watch your mom animatedly talk about him, that you’ve never seen her look like this before. 

Happy. 

She can’t stop smiling, and when you look at her, really look, she’s almost a different person – younger somehow, a bit more care-free. It suits her, and you wonder with a slight pang in your heart how you never noticed how lonely she was before.

And she’s adamant that they’re taking things slowly, that he still has an apartment of his own in town – which to be honest, you really aren’t gonna judge her on either way – but it is kind of funny simply because whether your mom realises it or not, it’s clearly a lie.

The subtle reclaiming of your bedroom aside, there’s traces of Tooru scattered all around the house; the extra toothbrush and aftershave you’d spotted in the bathroom, the men’s  shoes and the jacket by the door, red wine in the cupboard when your mom’s only ever indulged in white.

You haven’t been into her bedroom, but at this point you’d hazard a guess that there’s at least one drawer full of Tooru’s clothes, probably half her closet cleared out for him as well.

“He’s coming for dinner, but I just wanted today to be just us,” she says, reaching across the couch to squeeze your hand. And you’re grateful for it, because you’re happy for her – you are – but you’re not so sure how you would’ve handled meeting the stranger holding your mother’s heart first thing. At least, not after the last few days.

Not when you still feel all… brittle. 

—

Tooru arrives a little after seven, and to say that he’s not entirely what you were expecting is kind of an understatement. 

She’d gushed about how tall and handsome he is – though personally, you think pretty’s the more accurate word, what with his soft, delicate features, perfect cupid’s bow lips and all. What she’d neglected to tell you was that the man in question, stepping through the front door with a faint smile on his face, has to be at least ten years younger than her, mid-thirties at most.

Suddenly, your mom’s initial reluctance to bring him up starts to make sense.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” he murmurs, stopping by your mom to drop a fleeting kiss to her cheek before warm brown eyes turn to you. 

Your heart stutters.

“Sweetheart,” your mom begins, slipping an arm around his waist and relaxing into his side, “this is Tooru– Oikawa,” she corrects herself.

He smiles at you, friendly and charming, “It’s great to finally meet you, your mom’s told me so much – all good things, of course!”

You force yourself to smile in return, “Yeah, you too.” 

There’s nothing overtly wrong with Oikawa, age difference aside – your mom’s clearly head over heels in love with the guy and on a surface level he seems nice enough, but you find yourself glad for the fact that he doesn’t make a move to step closer, try to shake your hand or god forbid hug you or something like that.

He’s nothing but a gentleman as your mom steps back into the kitchen to finish off dinner, setting the table without being prompted, pouring a glass of wine for your mom and one for himself before he offers a glass to you. 

“Oh, no I’m alright, thanks.”

You don’t drink so much anymore. He shrugs, like it’s no big deal but your mom pouts at you from the kitchen. “C’mon, sweetie. We’re celebrating tonight! One drink won’t hurt.”

“We’re celebrating?” you ask.

She throws you a wink, gaze softening as she turns to glance at Oikawa, already diligently pouring you a glass, “Of course we are. It’s not every day my girl comes home, and it’s nice having you both here with me.”

Oikawa’s fingers brush against yours for a fleeting second as he passes you the glass, and you have to fight to keep yourself from ripping your hand away. It’s nothing, you just– you’re not good with strangers touching you, and as nice as he is and as much as your mom might be infatuated with him, he is still a stranger.

“Absolutely,” he agrees, a playful twinkle in his eye as he clinks his wine glass against yours. “So you’re at uni, right? What are you studying?”

Uni’s the last thing you want to be thinking about right now, but whether or not Oikawa genuinely cares, he’s obviously trying to make an effort to get to know you. For your mother’s sake, grinning innocuously in the kitchen as she adds the last little touches to dinner, you suck it up, plaster a smile across your face and ignore the twinge of discomfort in your gut.

You can handle one night of small talk.

—

You wake the following morning to the sound of voices carrying down the hall.  

Not your mother’s – both are too deep, and your mom left a few hours ago for work. Figuring that one of them at least is likely Oikawa, you pull on a thin, satin robe over your pajamas, tying the sash in a loose knot before you slip from the room.

Those suspicions are proven correct; you round the corner to find Oikawa sitting up at the kitchen counter, a warm cup of coffee in his hand. There’s another man, a touch shorter, but imposing with dark, spiky hair and olive green eyes standing on the other side, hands braced on the marble top, glaring at Oikawa.

They both look up at the sound of your hesitant approach, the stranger abruptly straightening up, while Oikawa merely grins.

“Ah, you’re up,” he observes cheerfully, taking a sip of his coffee.

Your eyes flicker between him and the stranger – clearly comfortable enough in your home and with Oikawa, despite the faint, lingering irritation still visible on his face – and as your cheeks warm, you find yourself wishing you’d put actual clothes on before coming out to investigate.

“I- I heard voices…” you trail off, awkwardly folding your arms over your chest. “Is mom–”

“At work,” he supplies. “Do you want some breakfast? Coffee, maybe?”

You risk another glance at the other man, watching you now with an unreadable expression, dark eyebrows furrowed. You swallow uncomfortably, shifting slightly as you shake your head. “No, I-I’m okay.”

And in an instant, a flash, something like recognition passes through those olive eyes. 

 Oikawa chuckles smoothly, finally tearing his eyes away from you to address his friend, “Iwa, stop being so rude. You’re scaring the poor thing.”

The stranger, Iwa, just scoffs. “You’re a real piece of shit, y’know?”

If he’s bothered by the scathing insult, Oikawa doesn’t show it, merely shrugging before turning his attention back to you with a smirk. “Ignore him, he’s just pissy this morning.”

You’d have to be a complete idiot not to sense the uncomfortable tension between the two of them – and now you. This is your home, but it feels like you’re intruding, like you’ve stumbled into a conversation you have no business hearing, but even if you wanted to leave your feet are rooted to the ground. 

“Besides,” Oikawa continues, “he was just leaving anyway, weren’t you, Iwa?” It’s almost a purr, the way he speaks, but even the silken words can’t entirely mask the razor sharpness that lies beneath. 

Goosebumps prickle along your arms.

Staring at you, Iwa opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but seemingly thinks better of it, snapping it shut with an audible click. He huffs, shaking his head. “Yeah, fine, whatever.”

He spares you another glance on his way out, standing frozen by the hall. For a split second he slows, his scowl softening just a fraction–

“Iwa.”

It sounds like a warning, but he only rolls his eyes and huffs again. You think he’s going to walk out without another word to either of you, but he pauses once more, lingering by the entryway.

“You look a lot like your mother, anyone ever tell you that?”

He’s out the door before you can even think to reply, letting it slam shut in his wake. And you flinch at the harsh sound, something uneasy settling into the pit of your stomach–

“Hey,” Oikawa’s there by your side, his fingers entwining with yours. You hadn’t even heard him move. “Come sit, don’t worry about Iwa. He’ll get over it.”

His voice is soothing, you don’t pay attention to the words themselves, the implications there. You forget for a moment that you’re still in your pj’s, that you really don’t know him that well either, and mindlessly follow when he leads you to the couch and sits you down, taking the seat next to you.

And while your head’s still spinning, an uncomfortable feeling gnawing in the pit of your gut, Oikawa seems entirely unbothered by the turn of events, sighing contentedly as he stretches his long legs out, one arm sliding along the back of the couch behind you.

“Do your… friends usually just drop by like that?”

You don’t know where the words come from, or why that’s the first question on your mind, but when you glance over at him, Oikawa’s just watching you, an odd little half smirk playing on his lips. “Sometimes.”

His answer does little to soothe your unease. It’s really not a big deal, you know it’s not. Officially or not, this is his home too – you’re the one out of place. And if he wants to have people over when your mom’s not around, that’s fine, he can do whatever the hell he wants, but… 

You came home for peace. To hide away for a few days and pretend that everything’s just fine and you’re not one breakdown away from shattering entirely. You wanted your mom and the comfort of your old bedroom and safety and it’s fine – great, even – that she’s found somebody who makes her happy, but this– him and the weirdness with his friend and everything is just too much, and–

You don’t realise that your leg’s bouncing until Oikawa’s hand comes to rest on your bare thigh. It’s enough to make your stomach flip, an icy chill trickling down your spine as his thumb slowly strokes across the soft, plush skin. “Relax, cutie,” he coos, chuckling softly when you visibly flinch and squeeze your eyes shut.

“P-please don’t call me that,” you choke out, fighting against the wave of nausea rising up your throat. And it’s just like last time, his cologne, notes of vanilla and cedar and spice, swirling thick and heady around you. That phantom touch, the warmth of hands gripping too tight, unwanted kisses hot and eager against your skin. 

“No?” he asks, cruel amusement dripping from his tone. “Why not? I think it suits you, cutie.”

You want him to stop, to push him away, slap him – do anything really, but you’re frozen in place, shaking as the memories you’ve fought so hard to shove down come bubbling back to the surface. You can’t think straight, not with his hand sliding between your thighs, the warmth of his body pressing too closely against yours.

“Iwa was right, you know,” Oikawa murmurs, smoldering brown eyes drinking you in as you childishly shake your head, willing him away. His other hand catches your cheek, drawing your face back to him as tears well in your eyes, stubbornly clinging to your lashes. “She does look so much like you, the same eyes even.” 

He whispers it like a secret, nuzzling his nose against yours like a lover would as he sighs sweetly, “It’s the only reason I could stand it.”

And then he’s kissing you, the tenderness of his lips belied by iron fingers digging into your jaw when you whimper and try to wrench yourself free. 

It’s not like the nightmares that startle you awake in the middle of the night, gasping for air; hazy, broken recollections that fade the moment you try to reach for them. No, every touch, every moment of his assault passes in stark clarity.

The feel of Oikawa’s mouth as it trails greedily down your neck, his hand sliding under the cotton of your sleep shorts, even his pleased little hum when he realises you’re not wearing panties. “Such a good girl for me. Fuck, I’ve missed this.”

This time there’s no drugs in your system keeping you pliant and helpless, but that doesn’t make a difference. Not when his words echo in your head, playing again and again until every awful, sickening piece falls into place.

Long, nimble fingers stroke at your folds, and you can’t help the shivery gasp that leaves you when the tip of his middle finger sweeps over your clit. 

“Please– please don’t do this,” you sniffle.

Oikawa presses another fleeting kiss to your shoulder, “Shh, none of that. Let me help you, baby.”

“N-no, I don’t, I don’t– Stop!”

Knocking away the hands that try to push him back, he hooks his fingers over the hem of your shorts and slides them down your legs, your pitifully weak struggles only making things easier for him. It’s only when Oikawa reaches for his own zipper that panic truly strikes home.

You can’t just lie here and let this happen again. You won’t.

And like a switch flipped, you start to trash like a wild thing beneath him, the scream you’ve kept buried inside of you for months ripping itself free from your throat–

Only for the fingers that had been toying with your pussy to be shoved down your throat, cutting you off with a choked gurgle. As you gag, fruitlessly try to tug yourself free, Oikawa leans in nice and close – except this time there’s no gentleness to his expression, nothing but viciousness as he grins and bares his teeth. 

“You wanna yell, pretty girl? Want the neighbours to come running, let them see me fuck you?” He grinds his hips against you, his breath shivery as he pants at the friction of his half hard cock against your side. Nausea twists at your gut, acrid and bitter – you want to be sick, to cry and beg with him to stop but with his fingers still stuffed in your mouth, his thumb digging into the soft underside of your jaw all you can manage is an unintelligible whine. He hums, kissing away the single hot tear that spills down your cheek, “You think if you cry loudly enough, mommy’ll come home and save you?”

And it’s like time stands still as he laughs, cruel eyes glinting when he presses down on your tongue, warm saliva pooling around his digits. “Such a little whore, trying to seduce her poor, innocent boyfriend the very moment her back’s turned. Tell me, cutie,” he coos, “who do you think she’d believe?”

Your breath hitches, another sob catching in your throat – even if you wanted to answer, you can’t and he knows it. “She’s in love with me, you know. It’s almost a little pathetic how easy it was to manipulate her into bed – so lonely… desperate for love, for somebody – anybody – to pay attention to her, take care of her,” he sneers, distaste curling at his lips. “Wouldn’t it just break her fragile little heart to know she’s fallen for the man who raped her baby girl?”

Another garbled cry slips past his fingers and you can only watch in frozen horror as his other hand drifts back to his zipper. “You want to protect her, don’t you?”

His grip relents just enough for you to jerk a shaky nod.

“Pretty girl, so good for me.” Another kiss pressed to your cheek as the quiet hiss of his zipper fills the air around you. “It’ll be our little secret, hmm? She doesn’t need to know just yet, let her be happy a little while longer…”

Sliding down his briefs just far enough for his cock to spring free, he strokes it for a moment with slow, leisurely movements, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watches your eyes widen. 

And when he pulls you forward, guides your mouth towards it, pre-cum beading at the tip, withdrawing his fingers so you can quickly gasp for air, you just… let him.

The fight’s gone, as quickly as it had come. 

You let his fingers curl through your hair, use it as an anchor when your lips part to force his cock between them. And he moans, low and shivery as your tongue slides along the underside of his shaft and you try not to gag around the sudden intrusion. 

You think that there’s no room left inside of you for shame, but as his other hand creeps back between your legs, teasing at your cunt, you burn with it, clinging to the pyre of your own humiliation and disgust.

And still, you kneel on the couch, letting him fuck your mouth, letting those long, pretty fingers curl up inside of you – moaning around his cock when they stroke that perfect little spot.

“I wanted to – shit – take this slow,” he tells you as his hips jerk upwards, shuddering in breathless delight when his cock hits the back of your throat and it convulses around him. “I wanted to make you want me.”

Wet, messy, gags sound with every unwitting thrust – you’ve no choice but to swallow him down, let him fuck your throat like you’re nothing more than a toy for his pleasure. There’s saliva coating your chin, dripping down the length of his dick, pooling around his balls. You can barely breathe, a task made even harder when Oikawa decides to add his thumb into the mix, teasing your clit while he fucks you apart on his fingers.

It feels so fucking good, and you’ve never hated yourself more.

Your throat burns, hot tears stinging in the corners of your eyes, and yet he’s intent on driving you to the brink of your sanity with every calculated flick of his wrist. Something tightens in your belly, a spring coiled too tight, ready to snap, and you can’t help it when your hips chase his fingers, the needy, shameful little whimpers that leave your lips (still wrapped around his thick, twitching cock) as you search for the pleasure to temper the discomfort.

“You don’t have a clue what you do to me, do you? I could barely sleep last night–” 

You choke back a moan, your pussy clenching around his digits, sucking them deeper as white spots pepper your vision and you shudder out a moan.

“So pretty when you cum for me,” he pants, but you don’t care – can’t, not when you’re riding his fingers, tongue lolling out as he gives you a moment’s reprieve to bask in the rippling afterglow of your orgasm before everything comes crashing back down around you. 

Oikawa lets you fall back against the cushions, breathless, trembling and dazed. You’re not stupid enough to believe that’s the end of it, not when his cock’s still hard, throbbing against his toned stomach when he gives it a slow, cursory pump.

“Lie back, cutie,” he whispers, keeping his eyes fixed on you as he pushes himself up off the couch to shed the rest of his clothes.

And as you shuffle obediently downwards, heart hammering in your chest, you find you can’t tear your eyes away from him either.

Tall and handsome, she’d said, but the words truly don’t do him justice. A body corded with lean, powerful muscle, golden, sun-kissed skin, a light smattering of dark hair trailing from his navel down past the well defined V of his hips… 

“See something you like?” he teases, smirking when you squeak and childishly jerk your face away, cheeks burning. “It’s okay to look, you know. I don’t mind the attention.”

It feels too soft, too intimate for what this is. 

This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. He’s not supposed to be attractive, or to make you enjoy your own assault, and you– you’re supposed to fight it, fight him instead of just lying there and taking it… 

But when he climbs back onto the couch, easing your still trembling thighs apart to settle himself between them, his touch is nothing short of reverent, dark eyes wide and adoring as you squirm uneasily beneath him. 

With one hand braced on the cushion beside you, his cock resting just above your aching sex, he leans forward, easing your top up past your tits. “Perfect,” he murmurs.

And it’s enough to make a fresh bout of humiliated tears spring to your eyes. Your hands curl into useless fists at your side as he settles back onto his knees and takes his cock in hand, hissing in pleasure when he glides the flushed, leaking head along your slick folds.

“Fuck, cutie. I don’t think I’m gonna last,” he laughs, biting down on his bottom lip as he watches hot, fat tears slip down your cheeks. With an agonisingly slow pace, Oikawa lines himself up with your cunt and presses in – even with how wet you are, one orgasm already wrung from you, the stretch burns and you can’t stop the choked gasp that leaves you.

His eyes flutter shut, head thrown back back as inch by inch his cock sinks into your pussy until finally he bottoms out with a satisfied groan. “Perfect for me, so fucking good,” he pants, and you barely have time to drag in a breath before his hips are drawing back, another desperate, strangled mewl escaping you.

Bruising fingers dig into your waist, Oikawa cursing as your plush little cunt flutters maddeningly around him– before he eagerly slams his cock forward, stuffing you full once more.

And as you sob and whimper between every wet, obscene squelch of his dick fucking into your soaked pussy, that all too familiar, shameful heat begins to pool in your core.

“Gonna cum for me again, cutie?”

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Masterlist (Headcanons To Dabbles)

Heyo! My Sentence Starters/Headcanons To Dabbles List was getting long, so I decided to separate the two :D

(Totally didn’t do it for a reason to use a Kurama gif what are you talking about)

Full Masterlist

Updated: 5/19/23

Black Clover

Black Bulls Tickle Royale! (Group Tickles: Black Bulls)

Blue Lock

Cuddles? (Lee!Niko, Ler!Isagi)

Crimes In Glam (Lee!Chigiri, Ler!Aryu)

Brat (Lee!Rin, Ler!Bachira)

Moody (Lee!Chigiri, Lers!Isagi, Nagi, Barou)

Not Ticklish (Chigiri x Reader)

Respect (Lee!Chigiri, Lers!Barou, Nagi)

Sacrificial Lambs (Lees!Isagi, Chigiri, Ler!Gagamaru)

Simba (Lee!Chigiri, Ler!Kunigami)

Whatcha Say? (Lee!Chigiri, Lers!Bachira, Isagi, Kunigami)

Wet Willy! (Lee!Kunigami, Ler!Bachira)

Buddy Daddies

Iity Bitty (Lee!Rei, Ler!Kazuki)

Lesson Not-Learned (Lee!Miri, Lers!Rei, Kazuki)

Bungo Stray Dogs

“Back” To Work (Lee!Dazai, Ler!Kunikida)

The Empiricists Have No Clothes (Lee!Kunikida, Ler!Reader)

Ushanka (Lee!Fyodor, Ler!Reader)

Chainsaw Man

Suckers (Lee!Yoshida, Ler!Octopus Devil)

Collar x Malice

Distraction! (Lee!Ichika, Ler!Takeru)

Experiment (Lee!Ichika, Ler!Kageyuki)

Multi-tasker (Lee!Ichika, Ler!Takeru)

Danganronpa

Do The Thing? (Lee!Maki, Ler!Kaede)

Check-In! (Lee!Taka, Lers!Mondo, Leon, Chihiro)

Cheer Up, Kiyo! (Lee!Korekiyo, Ler!Gonta)

Come here (Hajime x Platonic!Reader)

Company (Lee!Shuichi, Ler!Kokichi)

Foot Rest (Lee!Yasuhiro, Ler!Mondo)

Sweet Talk (Nagito x Reader)

Demon Slayer

Air Tickles (Lee!Akaza, Ler!Hantengu Clones)

All Ears (Lee!Douma, Ler!Akaza)

Cupid (Lee!Sanemi, Ler!Tengen)

Douma's Army (Lee!Daki, Gyutaro, Kaigaku, Ler!Gyokko)

Drummer Boy and The Pesky Spider (Lee!Kyogai, Ler!Rui)

Eyes On Me (Lee!Koku, Ler!Douma)

Five Seconds (Lee!Akaza, Ler!Douma)

Fluster (Lee!Douma, Ler!Kokushibou)

Future Sightings (Lee!Kokushibou, Ler!Douma)

Gone In The Wind (Lee!Gyomei, Ler!Sanemi)

Heat Of The Moment (Lee!Douma, Ler!Akaza)

Keen Sense Of Hearing (Lee!Tanjiro, Inosuke, Ler!Zenitsu)

Kibble (Lee!Roark, Lers!Pokemon)

Lavender Fly (Lee!Giyu, Ler!Shinobu)

Medicine (Lee!Gyomei, Ler!Shinobu)

Messed With The Wrong Demon (Lee!Douma, Ler!Koku)

Mending (Lee!Genya, Ler!Sanemi)

Ribs (Lee!Gyutaro, Ler!Rui)

Run (Lee!Rui, Ler!Douma)

Sit With Me (Lee!Gyomei, Ler!Kagaya)

Spell It For Me (Lee!Sanemi, Ler!Tengen)

Stripes (Lee!Akaza, Ler!Douma)

Taisho Era Tickle Monster (Switch!Tanjiro, Lees!Zenitsu, Nezuko)

(Tickle) Fight Me! (Lee!Inosuke, Ler!Tanjiiro)

Team Work Makes The Dream Work (Lee!Tengen, Lers!Sanemi, Giyu)

Thick Skin (Lee!Douma, Lers!Daki, Rui)

What I Like About You (Lee!Douma, Ler!Kokushibou)

Who’s Better? (Lees!Sanemi, Muichiro, Lers!Tengen, Rengoku)

Dr Stone

Flower Language (Lee!Gen, Ler!Senku)

I Smell A Storm (Lee!Tsukasa, Ler!Ryusui)

Returning Hug (Lee!Ryusui, Ler!Tsukasa)

Fire Emblem

Retainer's Contribution (Lee!Sylvain, Lers!Dimitri, Dedue)

Splitting Sides (Lee!Claude, Ler!Hilda)

Fire Force

Begone, Devil! (Lee!Shinra, Ler!Arthur)

Free! Iwatobi Swim Club

Temper Tantrum (Lee!Rin, Ler!Nitori)

Fruits Basket

Rival (Lee!Nao, Ler!Yuki)

Haikyuu!!

Bicker Buddies (Lees!Hinata, Kageyama, Ler!Asahi)

Buzzing (Lee!Yamaguchi, Ler!Tsukishima)

Challenge Time (Lee!Suga, Ler!Yamaguchi)

Don’t Panic! (Lee!Hinata, Ler!Kageyama)

Jokes On You (Lee!Tsukishima, Lers!Tanaka, Noya)

Sneak (Lee!Tsukishima, Lers!Bokuto, Kuroo, Akaashi)

Will you? (Lee!Kenma, Ler!Kuroo)

Wrestling (Lee!Hinata, Ler!Kageyama)

Heartstopper

Breakfast Awaits! (Lee!Nick, Ler!Charlie)

Blush (Switches!Charlie, Nick)

Chub (Lee!Nick, Ler!Charlie)

Cutie (Lee!Charlie, Ler!Nick)

I know Him Best! (Lee!Charlie, Lers!Tao, Nick)

Hunter x Hunter

Secret (Switches!Gon, Killua)

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Birthmark (Lee!Jotaro, Ler!Kakyoin)

Tiramisu (Lee!Giorno, Ler!Bruno)

Weekly Antics (Lee!Abbachio, Switch!Giorno, Ler!Mista)

The World (Lees!Jotaro, Okuyasu, Koichi, Ler!Jotaro)

Komi Can’t Communicate

Mood (Lee!Katai, Ler!Tadano)

My Hero Academia

Back Rub (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Shinsou)

Brotherly Antics (Lee!Ojiro, Ler!Bakugou)

Can We Try It? (Lee!Hawks, Ler!Mirko)

Catch Me! (Lee!Midoriya, Ler!Todoroki)

Feathers (Lees!Bakugou, Midoriya, Ler!Hawks)

Feather Sensitive (Lee!Hawks, Ler!Dabi)

Fish Out Of Water (Lee!Bakugou, Ler!Kirishima)

Fucking Adorable (Lee!Torodoki, Ler!Bakugou)

Fluster (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Deku)

Game Over (Lee!Shigaraki, Lers!Dabi, Spinner)

I Spy A Tickle Monster! (Lee!Hagakure, Ler!Ojiro)

Laugh It Off (Lee!Endeavor, Jeanist, Ler!Hawks)

Manicure! (LeeKanimari, Ler!Mina)

Muscle Groups (Switches!Bakugou, Midoriya)

Palms Up! (Switches!Bakugou, Todoroki, Midoriya)

Play With Me! (Lees!Tokoyami, Tsuyu, Shoji, Ler!Dark Shadow)

Shoulders (Lee!Bakugou, Ler!Todoroki)

Softie (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Midoriya)

The Claw! (Lee!Midoriya, Ler!Kirishima)

Wakey, Wakey! (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Sero)

Pokemon

My Dearest, Maxie (Lee!Maxie, Ler!Archie)

Feathery Flurry! (Trainer Reader, Talonflame)

Gem (Trainer Reader, Sableye)

Ghost Army Tickle Attack! (Lee!Raihan, Ler!Allister)

Glint (Lee!Volkner, Ler!Roark)

Lack Of Direction (Lee!Gold, Ler!Aipom)

Land Vs. Water (Switch!Maxie, Archie)

Lesson Plan (Lee!Claval, Ler!Tyme)

Mermaiding (Hardenshipping)

Nibbles (Trainer Reader, Hydreigon)

Poke The Bewear (Hardenshipping)

Stay Still (Lee!Roark, Ler!Reader)

Thunderstorms (Lee!Maxie, Ler!Archie)

Wooloo Goof! (Lee!Hop, Leon, Ler!Wooloo)

Sk8 The Infinity

Best Win Yet (Lee!Langa, Ler!Reki)

Movie Night (Lee!Kojiro, Ler!Karou)

Spy x Family

Agent Mama On The Move! (Lees!Loid, Anya, Ler!Yor)

Give It Back! (Lee!Loid, Ler!Franky)