#don't eat a lot just to finish them off please spread them out if this is a problem you also have

[egginfroggin]

Hey so I think I figured out what's behind my recent spike of anxiety and all the fun things that go with it

Chocolate covered coffee beans apparently have like. a lot of caffeine in them

And caffeine can linger a while

So yeah like. Caffeine isn't good for me apparently. I figured as such but you know it's nice to know for sure at least

[reiderwriter]

◇ Fixated ◇

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: You're determined to keep both your job and your relationship intact when there are rules against dating your coworkers. Your boyfriend is more determined to keep his tongue on certain parts of you he enjoys very much.

Warnings: Day 24 of Kinktober - Oral Sex, Munch!Spencer, multiple orgasms, face sitting, begging, slight BDSM themes, Spencer is a dom if you squint, reader calls herself a whore idk man this one just got me feeling some feelings.

A/N: I'm loving being back on track with posting now, and I'm hoping to get through a lot more of these tomorrow to finish up all the posts this week! Sorry again for all the late kinktober posts, but i hope you're enjoying them now that they're here 🥰

Months into your wonderful job in the BAU, and your possibly more wonderful relationship with Spencer Reid, you were all too aware of the horror stories of office relationships.

You'd spent enough time around a tipsy and lamenting David Rossi to know that there were some serious rules against office fraternisation, and every time those conversations happened, you felt a chill run down your spine at the thought of losing your job, or losing Spencer or both.

Spencer didn't seem to have such qualms. And recently, he was getting loud about his indifference to such rules.

From early into your relationship (read: since you'd first fucked and then decided you had feelings too), Spencer had been open about just how much he enjoyed pleasuring you. Before he'd even put a finger on your clit he'd fallen to his knees, and you'd somehow gasped out a sarcastic "so it's safer to kiss down there, too?" at him as he glared at you from his place between your legs.

You'd joked about his oral fixation many a time, catching him licking his lips as he stared at you like he wanted to eat you, or the way he enjoyed watching you with his fingers in your own mouth too.

Fact of the matter was, you could count the number of times you'd had sex without him spreading your legs and eating you out like a man starved on one hand. But that had always been with you on your back, in your own home, on your own bed.

Now, he wanted more.

He wanted your entire cunt and ass sat on his face, and he wanted it in the shitty motel you were staying in while on a case.

"Y/N, please, want to taste you so bad." He whispered into your ear as you poured yourself some shitty precinct coffee, waiting for the end of the day as you wrapped up your recent case.

You had one night left in the motel until you could be back at home

Honestly, you were going to give in, but there was something about his desperation that had you on edge, so sure that you were about to get caught because he wanted to make you cum so badly, and suffocate himself in the process.

"Spencer, not the time or place. What if someone hears you?"

"I don't care who hears, I just want you."

The words sent shivers up your spine and you were about to reply when Hotch walked in and dismissed you to your motel rooms, telling you to rest up for the night before the flight home in the morning.

Before Spencer could open his mouth again and say something incriminating, you had to beat him to the punch.

"Spencer, you can finally read that book I was going to lend you. It's in my room, you know the one I did the oral exam on in college." It was giving in, but you were still going to enjoy it as much as you possibly could, starting with teasing him the entire way there.

"Sure. Can I come pick it up now? We're driving back together anyway, right?" You nodded, and the two of you shuffled back to the car, trying to contain yourselves and walk a normal pace to not betray your obvious excitement.

The minute you're inside the motel room, he practically jumps you, pressing his lips to yours between small gasps for breath.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you, can't wait to taste you again." He can barely keep his lips off you while he straps you down, and you barely protest him taking such control, his eagerness doing a lot to dispel any hesitancy you may have had about seating yourself on his face.

"Are you sure?" You stutter out trying to ignore the shivers he's sending down your spine as his hands ghost over your clit, making sure your body wants this and is prepped for his tongue.

"I've never been so desperate for something in my entire life." Sitting himself on the bed, he greedily pulled you over him, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you suddenly into his mouth.

Shocked by his fast motions, you gasped out, grasping the rickety bedpost at first, trying to keep your breathing steady and your weight mostly off of him as he began assaulting your dripping cunt.

You'd been aroused before, now you were damn near feverish with want.

"Fuck Spencer," you whispered, hearing the sound of voices in the next room. It sounded like Hotch calling Beth and Jack to tell them he'd be returning soon. Wrapping a hand around your mouth to suppress the moans your thighs squeezed together quickly before you tried to relax as he continued.

He didn't respond but simply yanked you down further into him, slapping your ass to let you know he could take more of you, that he needed more.

You tried to fight it, but with his tongue so expertly working its way along all your sensitive spots and his nose wedged up towards your clit, you couldn't help but settle deeper onto him.

Panting like a whore, you began rocking yourself against him even as he worked you through your first orgasm, not showing any signs of slowing anytime soon.

Usually he'd mollified himself with one oral orgasm and then pushed into your cunt to spend himself inside you, but this time, he obviously wasn't finished yet.

Your entire body twitched in over stimulation, trying to pull away from his lavishing tongue, but his grip was strong, and your legs like jelly. You couldn't move as he pushed you over the edge with his tongue and mouth a second, third, and fourth time, enjoying how you gushed into his mouth across the hours.

You really had to collapse that last time, though, finally prying your lips open and using your safe word to ensure that he knew to stop.

"Good girl, baby, well done. You made me very happy, baby, you know that, right?"

You smiled faintly as you noticed the tent in his boxers, rolling over onto your back and spreading your legs.

"If you're done with your head between my legs, I can think of something else I want there."

He smiled like a kid in a candy shop and rolled back over you, ready to deal with the ache in his cock, kissing you with your own juices staining his lips.

[syverse]

i depend on you // ft. katsuki bakugou

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

bakugou can't bring himself to hate you, even after you left

warnings&a/n: if this is bad LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE!!! got suddenly verrrry inspired by that one drawing on tiktok and maybe i misinterpreted it in the writing but shoot me who cares. this is like my first time writing something and actually finishing it i get so discouraged and give up. if you hate this i will never do this again.

In his life, there's a lot of things that Bakugou hates. He hates simple and unavoidable things like the rain, and he hates specific things like people who rely on everybody around them. He hates weak people, hates getting up too early in the morning, hates being too involved in other people's lives if he doesn’t necessarily have to be. But, as he sits alone at his desk, forced to listen to the obnoxious and overbearing sounds of society in Tokyo despite how late it is, Bakugo can’t think of anything he hates more than you. 

He spent a lot of his life loving you. He loved things like your unwavering conviction to do the right thing, he loved the look in your eyes when you stole glances from each other during class dinner back when you were both in highschool, and loved the way you whispered his name like a prayer when it was just the two of you under the covers of your shared bed. It was hard at first, but as the two of you grew together, so did his love. He learned to love through the sound of your laughter and the feeling of your gentle hands intertwining with his. Nimble fingers pressing into the palms of his hands before flipping them over and placing feather-like kisses on his fingerprints, he tries to swallow the bile that claws its path up his throat.  

Along with the symphony of nightlife outside of his agency, he can also pick out the faint sound of a news reporter being broadcasted on a billboard next to his building. Pictures of your face are shown on the large screen, along with the headline “PRO HERO TURNED VILLAIN” and Bakugou holds his breath for as long as he can. His phone lay flat on his desk in front of him, buzzing every few seconds from concerned friends and family members, but the blonde doesn’t dare to touch it. It had been at least a week since your departure from his agency, and the news had spread to all of Japan at this point, but the news and media were still eating it alive as if they were starving. 

Bakugou’s eyes glue shut as he wishes for memories of you to disappear, and for the heavy dread in his gut to fizz up and die out. He curses himself for not picking up on it sooner, the fact that you would leave. Looking back on it, he’s pretty sure he could put his finger on the exact moment when you started to fade away. When the universe in your eyes started to blur each time you looked at him, when the sense behind your touch became hesitant instead of gentle, and when your cheeks no longer touched your eyes when you smiled. He should’ve said something. Should’ve done a lot of things to at least delay your disappearance, but Bakugo was familiar with the fact that he was never good with words, and the fact that his heart was bottomless with fear of him making it worse. 

Bakugou absolutely hates you for leaving him here. He hates that he can’t throw every single I love you that came out of his mouth into a little box and set it to ashes, hates that he has to go back to home and still smell you on his bedsheets, hates that even though you’ve made it clear that you’re never coming back, he still patiently waits with bated breath to hear you whisper his name again.  So, as Katsuki picks himself off of his desk and drags himself to the elevator to return back his house, his house where you don't live anymore, he tries to convince himself to forget you, and ignores the way his tongue instinctively traces the letters of your name on the roof of his mouth.

[daydreams-after-dark]

in response to your birthday month!

Okay, imagine this because I can’t get these out of my head 🥴

Rough-ish car sex with Han. Like he’s growling in your ear as you ride him in the drivers seat because you were too impatient to wait until you got home. But you couldn't help it, he looked delicious at the show earlier that night and barely had any time for you so you were bored and had too much pent up energy for a quiet ride home. You started off teasing him, which got him so whiny and did nothing to stave the heat already pooling between your legs, but after he tried to dismiss you with whatever excuse, you decided to satiate yourself knowing it would drive him mad hearing and seeing you touch yourself until he finally snaps. He’d pull you into his lap after parking the car who knows where and start grinding your hips against his hardened bulge without even trying to take any clothes off until you come first and then he’s scrambling to get everything off because he needs to be inside of you. Even with his cheeks rose tinted and his hasty fumbling that grow clumsy with his mounting need, he’d still growl out a “Fine, if you wanna act like a needy hole that just needs to be filled, then we aren’t leaving until I can see my cum dripping down to your knees.” Like, I’m a firm believer that Han can be a soft sub until you push the right buttons and then that man is getting what he wants 🫦

Overstimulation/Bondage with Lee Know. Honestly, a lot less detail for this but really just him strapping on a spreader bar so you can’t close your legs while he mercilessly eats you out until he finally needs to finish inside you, and then he’s flipping you over so he can spread your cheeks too to watch himself slip in and out of your sopping wet hole while you can’t do anything except drool onto the sheets. 🤤

definitely not a smut writer by any means (and not the freakiest mind out there) and don’t usually do asks/requests so.. hopefully this all makes sense?😅

part of #sorshas birthday month submissions

MDNI / 18+

Ummmm... You definitely are a smut writer! That was so fucking hot! I wish I knew who sent this birthday feast to me. Will you be brave enough to private message me???

OH GOD!

Rough, urgent car sex with Han!!!!! Such a confined space too, the windows would fog up. The car would be rocking back and forth. His cock so deep inside you, so snug and tight. Sloppy kisses. Lot's of tongue. I feel like maybe a bit of biting might happen too, The cream pie situation. You don't even care if gets on the car upholstery (I mean you've already dribble his cum on the seat plenty of times, right?). Then when he gets you home he takes you two more times.

OMG Lee Know! Your one little paragraph got me so wet! I have a spreading / stretch kink so YES PLEASE!! I want to be helpless and at the mercy of him.

igshvsufyhlejfsdi 😭😭😭🤪🤪🤪🥰🥰🥰 I LOVED THIS SOOOOO MUCH!!!

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY MONTH - DECEMBER

Hey my beautiful friends! I have an announcement / request.It's my birthday month, and I am opening up the ask box (even though it was never closed), for something a little bit different.

Instead of you sending in fic / scenario requests (which you still can regardless of this), I am requesting YOU to send ME your naughtiest thoughts or fantasies about your bias.

Like, what are your most filthy thoughts? What would you let them do to you? What do you want to do to them? Is there a particular theme that really gets you wet or hard? (like me and alien Han)? Or, what's a kink you didn't know you had until you started reading smut (like me and Han with 2 dicks - it doesn't have to be realistic)?

You don't even have to be involved! It could be you really love imagining two of the guys (or more) together. I know you have filthy minds and are horny little things.

Hit me with what you've got. Also... of course you can submit anonymously... that way you hopefully won't hold back.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[smuttyhoneyposts]

Prompt: Never take Kokichi to the back of Spencer's

AN - My impulsive thoughts won and I wrote so oop (let me know what you guys think >>)

MINORS DNI

------------------------XXX-------------------------

Taking a look at Spencer's that one time, was a mistake...

You always wanted to take a look when kokichi and you went to the mall near his base, but you never really got the chance with him. But, after a week ago you did. At first it was pretty cool, the shirts the mugs and all, but your cheeky boyfriend seemed waaaay more interested in the back of the store. And the reason...sex toys. Lots of them.

You wished you could have smacked that look off his face as you gasped in embarrassment at the sight of the big wall of vibrators to costumes. You could even remember when he grabed the lace lingerie and gave you a shit eating grin "You know I think one's suits you~". You walked out after paying leaving your boyfriend to finish up his fun, after some time he came out with his own stuff and you never spoke of it. Kokichi did tease tho, but nothing to big.

He did leave the fact that he loving bought you a pair of panties that day, And left the fact they were vibrating panties.

With leaves you to now.

"You okay Y/n? You look a little pale.." Kaito asks, his look of worry being ignored by you as you tremble abit and grip your shirt slightly from under the diner table. "Y-yep..peachy" you mumbled quietly as making raises a brow at you. The one time you wear the new pair to a meet up with these two, let alone your boyfriend siting next to you with smirk. He moves close to you and slides a arm around you waist and giggles. "Ah~ I think crackerjack is fine, probably just, hungry..right?" He gives you a look and moves his hand under the table to rub your thigh lighly.

You nod and try to shake away the vibrating sensation on your area. As your about to speak and resume a conversation with the two others you stop for a moment as the vibrators suddenly picks up and buzzes more strongly against your wet cunt. "I-..uh just..think I need to use the washroom...I'm probably j-just woozy is all haha. Don't worry." You mumbled as you get up from kokichi's grasp and wobble you way to the bathroom near the back of the restaurant.

Kokichi gives a knowing look as you walk away and fakes a slight worried look to the others two. "Ah, I'm gonna check on her, y'know just to be sure she's alright!" He explained cheeky and wanders to the bathroom as well, remote in hand he raised the remote  on max and entered the bathroom and locking it, as he stares at you shaking form with a smirk. He stands there as you let out quiet whimpers as you stare at him.

"You're an asshole..fuck~" you half moaned as he walks to you and put a hand on your jaw, that smirk still on his lips. "Aw~ you know..you look kinda pathetic right now~" he teases as you keen to his touch, the vibrator not helping one bit. He glances at your pants and chuckles as the wet spot becomes more apparent. "Wow..you must really want me if you're driping for me that much!" He spoke as his other hand goes to rub the vibrator on your pussy more.

The action makes your knees almost buckle as he stares at you moaning out a curse as you stare back at him. Your hand goes to grip his arm and giggles silently at your reaction. "kokichi..please-just fuck~" "hm? Just what?" He mumbles close to your face as you wimper again. You bite you lip as his hand slips under your pants ans moves the violent vibrator aside, his fingers press against your bud lighly and you moan again, unable to finish.

"What? You want me to..fuck you, hm? Is that it?" He mocks as he presses the bud harder and leans you more onto the tiled wall behind your shaking form. "You want me to make you into a whorish mess in this bathroom? Nehehe~Right now?" He mumbles closer to your ear. You grip harder as his fingers graze you pussy again.

"Y-yes~!" You whine and spread your shaking legs wider for him. He smiles and bites your shoulder.

"You should have just asked. But we godda hurry...don't want the others to wonder hm~?"

[melodygatesauthor]

Jonathan Levy - Random Horny Thot #1 - The Girl in the Front Row

NSFW

He'd spent night after night jerking off to your videos online. He watched you, pretty legs spread wide with a vibrator plunged deep in your wet little pussy. He'd fantasized about feeling your walls contracting around his girth, squeezing his cock while you cum over and over again. He knew he could do better than that silly piece of plastic, he knew he could do better for you.

When the new semester starts, and he looks up to see his new class, he nearly drops the coffee mug in his hand. There you are, sitting with your eyes down staring at your notebook and writing your notes. Jonathan gulps, mouth slack open and breathing heavily. Is he having an asthma attack? No...no he's okay...

Professor Levy knows he has to have you, and when all the other students leave, he tells you to stay behind. When you look at him with those big, curious eyes he feels his arousal building instantly. You're so pretty, and his cock aches with a need to be buried deep inside of you. He takes off his glasses and puts them on his desk.

He says your stage name, the one only fans of your work would know about, and then watches the panic wash over your face. You start stammering, unable to get out a coherent thought, and he can see it in your expression so he stands, putting a caring hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, you don't have to worry honey, I'm not going to tell anyone," he trails his hand up the side of your neck and he brushes his thumb against your cheek.

"Professor I-"

"Sh," he puts a finger on your lips, "you've given me so much, let me return the favor hm?"

Within seconds he's got you bent over his desk, door locked, cock buried to the hilt in your warm little cunt. He shudders feeling it grabbing onto him like it doesn't want to let go. He rubs the globes of your ass with both hands, grabbing them and spreading your cheeks so he can watch.

"Oh god, look at you. Thought about this a lot but-oh-fuck-never thought I'd actually feel you sweetheart. So tight..."

You're like putty in his hands, whining and moaning over the desk, holding on so hard your knuckles ache. He grabs your waist, gripping roughly, leaving divots in your skin.

His slow rolling motions get more uneven as he gets closer to losing himself. It's wrong, fucking a student, especially one two decades younger than he is, but he can't help himself, and you feel so fucking good.

In fact, you feel so good that he's embarrassed at how quickly he's spilling his hot seed inside of you, filling you so full you're making a mess of his classroom floor. He's not going to let you go unsatisfied though, not a fucking chance.

He doesn't even care that he's going to have to wash his own cum out of his beard before his next lecture, he's on his knees behind you, lapping at your hungry clit with fervor. You're gasping, breathing heavily while he slurps and eats everything out of you.

He makes good on his promise, giving you one of the same mind-numbing orgasms that you'd given him time and time again with your films in the privacy of his home office. You were such a mess when he was finished that your makeup was running down your face and your stockings were ruined.

"Keep this up honey," he leans in, beard brushing against your ear, "and I'm sure you'll do just fine in my class."

Any of my blurbs can be used as inspo for a fic. Please tag me for credit. Thank you!

Random Blurbs Masterlist

[ask-jamtheimp]

Day 12 of Regressuary

Theme: Reading

Charachters: Jam and @theogclownboy Toby

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Summary: Toby takes Jam to work with him, Jam needs to find a way to keep himself occupied while his papa does work.

Authors Note: Sorry these are so late, they will also be missing the signature dialouge colors. Due to cramps I can't sit up straight so I cant sit down at my pc to edit these properly. I also apologize if this fic seems a bit rushed. I just want to make sure I don't get too backed up on writing. Please like and reblog as it helps a lot with support and spreading my fics!

"Alright kiddo. Just sit tight right here while Papa quickly does some work okay?"

Toby asked as he set Jam down at a little corner he had set up behind the librarys front desk. Jam nodded before picking up some of the toys that Toby had left for him and started to play quietly so his papa could focus. Jam was relatively used to playing quiet on account that he was a pretty quiet kid but....he did usually end up getting bored at some point which is exactly what happened. After about the 3rd time of his block tower falling over Jam sighed before looking up at Toby who was currently sat on his chair scanning books and making sure that they were marked as returned or overdue. Occasionally helping someone out if they asked for a book. Jam wished his Papa could play with him right now, but he knew Toby had his special job to do. But.....a few minutes wouldn't hurt right? Jam thought to himself as he got up and hoisted himself so he was on Toby's shoulder. "Hmm? Pup what's up?" Toby asked as Jam gave a light "bap!" To his face. "Papa I wanna play wif you. Can we jus' fow a lil bit?" He asked. Toby smirked and pat Jam on the head, before shaking his head. "Sorry kiddo, I gotta work right now. Your gonna need to find a way to occupy yourself until im done okay?" He said. Jam sighed and puffed his lip out. "Buh I wanna pway wif you! M bored!" Toby chuckled gently and lifted up Jam from resting on his shoulder to sitting on his lap. "I know you wanna play with me bud, but understand that the faster I get this work done without being distracted, the faster I can play with you. Okay?" He explained as he ran his fingers through Jam's hair. "How about you explore the kids section of the library okay? There's not many people over there so no need to feel embarrassed." Toby knew that Jam often had some trouble being regressed in public so thankfully not only did he explain the situation to his co-workers but the kids section was also rather secluded as well so he wouldn't have to worry. Jam nodded as he dropped off of Toby's lap before bapping him one more time to get his attention. "Papa!" He said loudly as Toby turned around one more time. "Yes, pup?" He asked a little exasperated but still being patient with Jam. Jam twiddled his fingers together before asking. "Um can I hab my paci? An my juice n snacks?" Toby rummaged through his bag before fishing out Jam's paci and clip and clipped it onto his shirt. He also handed his snack that he packed for the little imp. "Just remeber you can't eat in the kids corner okay? So if your gonna eat anything just finish it here and then go." He said before ruffling Jam's hair and turning back to his computer and books.

After a quick snack time, Jam popped his paci in his mouth and threw away the plastic baggy it came in and walked over to the kids corner to explore. There were some books as well as headphones to listen to audiobooks. Jam loved the beanbags there most of all! He grabbed the biggest one he could find and dragged it over to the far corner (with much struggle) before then going over to the shelf and picking up some books that he liked, most of them were about animals and others were fantasy based. He got all comfy on his beanbag, with his paci and juice and started to read. He hadn't read just for fun in a while, usually only reading when he needed it for his jobs. But now? He just felt oddly relaxed and focused. Before he knew it Toby was already done with his work and came over to check on him who was intently reading. "Whatcha readin there pup?" Jam held out the pop up book to him excitedly. "You want me to read to you?" He asked amd Jam nodded. Toby picked Jam up and sat on the beanbag before placing Jam in his lap and started reading to him. Papa absolutely loved it when Toby read to him. And Toby loved reading to his little pup!

Hope you all enjoyed!

Please like and reblog to support me and my spread my blog!

[maximotts]

motts :( i want to treat soft!mommy wanda to some cuddling and pampering :( let her eat pussy as long as she wants to, letting her rub herself all over your thigh how ever many times she needs </3

NO BC I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS SM LIKE!! I'm sorry this took me Days to finish, I just wanted to put it under a cut and that never works for me on mobile so I had to wait until I was back at my computer :'

cw: 18+, thigh riding, mentions of oral and overstim

Promising her a day just for herself because she works so hard and she deserves it, giving her breakfast in bed, the whole nine yards! And Wanda’s in such a cuddly mood; all she wants is lots of blankets and to watch movies in bed with you.

But maybe after a while you feel her squirming next to you; you tap her hip to get her attention and Wanda’s so blushy knowing she’s been caught, but you just tug her over your lap like “It’s your day, Wands. Do what makes you feel good.”

Like the good girl you are, you help Wanda out of her underwear and toss them out of bed, hoping you remember to pick them up before she spots them and chastises you later for being messy. And you hold her so gently the whole time while she gets off on riding you, her hands on your shoulders gripping tightly whenever she gets close, breath hitching and shuddering when she finally cums.

Wanda surprises you by not stopping, bringing herself to orgasm again all with you lazily rubbing her ass under her short nightgown and pressing little kisses over neck and shoulders when she was still enough, “I’m so sorry, honey. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today–“

"Nothing's wrong with you, don't say that." Obviously you don't mind at all, more than a little excited to see the woman you always lusted after using you as her own playtoy. So you help Wanda along, bending your knee until she gasps out, bouncing her on your thigh and kneading at her breasts until she's sliding effortlessly over your leg.

With this last orgasm, Wanda slows down, shaking over your lap because she's too sensitive to fully sit. You're intent on keeping her relaxed and satisfied, drawing patterns on her lower back until her breathing evens out. She's quiet then, but selfishly, you want her to use you more so you nudge her until she lets out a low hum to acknowledge you and you nuzzle your lips against her ear before asking your question, "Can I please taste you, mommy? You can still lay down and watch your movies."

Wanda nods against your shoulder, a gentle mhm giving you the go ahead to carefully lay her on her back against the pillows, before scooting down between her limply spread legs. She manages to shimmy her skirt up to her belly, giving you full view of the sticky mess she'd already made; it sparks something feral from deep within whenever she catches you staring at her with so much desire, no matter what. Tired as she was, she'd happily risk overstimulation if you kept looking at her like that. "Two rules, sweet pea: take your time and clean me up after."

[bellysoupset]

"Wow," was Bella's eloquent thought once they dropped off Angie at Wendy's, with the promise of coming back later that night for dinner and entered the car. It was raining and Luke stared at the windshield getting more and more foggy since the windows were closed and he hadn't started the vehicle yet.

"Yeah," Luke breathed out, leaning his forehead against the steering wheel. His heart was hurting for their friend. Leo was the best of them and it was incredibly hurtful to have him, of all people, go through something like that. Lucas wanted nothing more than to wrap the blonde in bubble wrap and have this whole thing be over with.

"I know," Bella said, her hand coming to rest on his nape, fingers tangling in his hair, as if she had just heard all of his thoughts. Luke opened his eyes, turning his head to look at his wife and he offered her a tired smile, noticing the permanent frown that had appeared between her auburn brows, the way Bell's lips were tugged down in a grimace, "I want that woman dead."

It was such a vicious tone, Luke let out a chuckle and closed his eyes in relief as he heard it. He loved this girl, who was all heart, all fire.

"Let's go home," he straightened up and Bell's hand fell from his hair to his shoulder, giving him a squeeze before she curled up in her seat.

They didn't turn on the radio or put on any songs and Luke was so in his head, he startled when Bella suddenly poked his bicep. Thank God they were at a red light. He recovered from the mild jump quickly, not missing his wife's amused smile, "what?"

"There's nothing to eat at home for lunch, I don't wanna order in," Bell pointed out of her window, to a small restaurant, "wanna try it?"

Frankly, no. He was not in the headspace for any human interaction, even Bella breathing was annoying him a little. She could probably tell thanks to his face, because then Bella leaned in and planted a kiss to his shoulder, mouth pressed to the fabric as she said, "we can go through the Drive In and eat in the parking lot."

It was a much better idea and Lucas opened a pleased smile, rubbing his chin on the top of her head, "yeah, we could do that."

They sat in silence in the gray parking lot, while rain continued to pour around them and hit their car like bullets, drowning out all thought. Lucas pushed his seat back, spreading slightly and without thinking Bella reached out and undid his jeans, causing him to chuckle.

"What?"

"Waeinonuhy," Bella mumbled with her mouth full, before brushing her fingers lightly over the pink mark that was left behind by his jeans. Luke snorted, moving on the seat and continuing to eat, unbothered. Once he finished off, he threw the package inside the big brown paper bag and balled it up with Bella's trash, throwing in the ground of the backseat so they could get rid of it once they got home.

"Better?"

"Much," Luke sighed, running his fingers through his hair. The headache that had started earlier that day, which he had blamed on stress but Bella had adequately diagnosed as hunger, was gone, "did Marisa ever tell you anything about your dad?"

It was a random question, entirely motivated by the whole mess with Leo. Bella snorted, continuing to chew her drink's straw, "only that he was soooooo hot," she mocked, rolling her eyes, then clearing her throat to force her voice to get the nasal baritone of her mother's, "the most boutiful eyes, Isa. They were all blue, like a summer sky. I didn't care about his name, with those eyes."

"Oh God," Luke laughed, "I mean, she might have a point, if they were half as pretty as yours."

"Please," Bella glared at him, biting down a smile, "she was nineteen and a hot man with a cute accent was hitting on her, that pretty much sums up all I know about the guy. Oh yeah, and the red hair-" she pointed at her own, "though, mom actually said he looked more blonde than ginger."

"So no name?"

"No name," Bella shrugged, "or address or anything, he was just a one night fling... After today, I'm incredibly grateful for that."

Luke nodded soberly, thinking of Leo's distraught face as he told them what had happened, "I can't wrap my mind around her not even... Not even remembering him..."

"I know," Bella's voice got that same angry tone from before, "I could understand it if she left when he was a baby, but he was ten-" she hit the dashboard angrily and looked away, staring out of the window and causing Luke to raise his eyebrows.

"Babe?" He moved closer, "Bell-" he pushed the hair away from her face, revealing the tip of her nose all red and her eyes burning, "you're crying?!" he exclaimed in disbelief, "oh baby, c'mere-"

"I just hate to see him hurting!" Bella's voice came out strangled and she shoved at Luke's hand angrily when he let out a weak chuckle, trying to pull her in a hug, "it's not funny!"

"I know- I know, I'm sorry," Lucas pressed his lips to her temple, "I'm just surprised, that's all. Aw, Bella," he wiped a tear and Bella let out a frustrated huff.

"Shut up, I'm not crying," she sniffled, "shut up, Luke."

"I'm not even saying anything," he hid a smile against her hair, "Leo's going to be fine, he's got a whole bunch of people in his corner, right? And Jon's with him now, you said it yourself he seemed better already."

"Right," her voice was once again barely audible, as Bell turned her head and pressed her face to his chest, "if you tell anyone, you're sleeping in the couch for the rest of your days."

"I took a silence vow when we married, Bella," Lucas smiled, squeezing her closer and feeling the knot in his chest loosen up.

[my-writings-and-musings]

Hello!! Um, if it’s okay, could I ask for a RB Chase x reader? I’ve been drowning in college assignments lately and I barely have time to rest/eat :(( It’d be nice if it included some comforting <3

I hope this was okay, have a good day/night :> 🫶

I know that experience well, anon, so have this and good luck on your assignments!!

For those who don't know: if you like my writing style, you can always commission me, and please reblog to help spread my work! Thank you!

The light of your desk lamp was nearly blinding at maximum brightness, but you didn't dare turn it down, and even made a point to keep it right over your notes for the most pronounced effect. For all the pain it caused your eyes, it was well worth it to stay awake. You didn't dare drift off with so much more to do...

Alone in the bunker for privacy, you occasionally paused to check the time and found it increasingly disheartening, the late evening turning to early morning with so little progress to show for it. Between assignments that were presently due and studying for those that would be due layer, you weren't sure you'd ever be finished with your work. Your primary comfort was in knowing that you'd be able to sleep once it was done, and even if you only got a few minutes before you were needed for something else, you considered that more than enough. Just imagining closing your eyes for fifteen minutes sounded like heaven.

Between the exhaustion and your focus, you were very easily snuck up on, even by someone over fifteen feet tall who made no attempt to actually sneak.

"Y/N? Why are you-?"

Jumping like a startled cat and sending multiple papers flying, you turned to find Chase behind you, servos up in a disarming gesture. Letting out a sigh of relief, you felt your blood pressure drop as you sat back down. Your exhaustion must have made you jumpier than expected, as surprises from the bots had never frightened you so intently before. 

"Apologies. My intent was not to frighten you." Chase said with as much sincere guilt as his monotone could carry. Feeling guilty yourself, you massaged your tired eyes to try and meet his gaze without looking like a sleepless zombie, almost able to feel the bags forming beneath them.

"It's not you, Chase, I'm sorry I jumped." you replied as he kneeled down to speak at a more even level. Looking into his optics brought you a significant amount of comfort, which almost made you feel worse about how little time you had for this conversation. There was nothing you wanted more than to just relax and converse with the mech you loved, but you simply didn't have enough energy to split between him and all the work you still needed to get done. It didn't help that your traitorous brain was reminding you of how comfy it was in his arms...

"You appear... exhausted." he said plainly, hesitating before he settled on his usual bluntness. You'd have smiled if your body wasn't struggling just to sit up.

"I've got a lot of assignments to get done, so I've been pushing my bedtime back a bit." you explained, trying to play down your exhaustion while steering the conversation in a way that would allow you to politely get back to work. It was far too tempting to just forget everything and chat with the assignments being so incredibly boring, and with his presence being so wonderfully calming... you had to pinch yourself just to keep your head from dipping under its own weight. You must have been less convincing than you thought, because even Chase had to slightly lift a brow at your obvious underselling.

"It is three eleven AM, that is more than could reasonably be defined as a "bit", by any acceptable definition." he countered, gentle but firm in his refusal to back down. You wilted a little at how quickly you were seen through, but your dedication to your work refused to allow you a chance to surrender. There was a part of you that just didn't like being helped.

"Well... yeah." you conceded as your fried brain scrambled to think of what you could say. Of course Chase was worried, it was in his nature to fret, but you were determined not to admit you needed any kind of help when you were so confident no one else in your position would have needed it. Not meeting his gaze, you tried to smile in a manner you hoped would read as reassuring. "I'll get some sleep once this is done, I promise."

Chase bent down a little lower, getting more on your level and not bothering to hide he was looking you over. "You appear to need it most urgently right now." he said in summation, pushing you into more arguing even as a growing urge within you wanted nothing more than to submit. 

"Fair enough, but I just don't have the time. If any of these assignments are late-"

"Can you not request an extension on the deadline?" he interrupted, concern growing more evident as you leaned against your desk to stay upright. He hovered a hand by your side, and you took it instinctively for support, an act you immediately regretted once you felt the warmth of his armor against you. There was nothing you wanted more than to lean into him and let his considerable strength support you...

"I... I wouldn't want..." you couldn't even manage a rebuttal through the fog in your mind, and worse still, you didn't even have the energy to be upset about it any longer. The pages of notes and the spread of open books on your desk turned to a blur as you held on to the cruiser's arm, head resting against him as your eyelids grew heavier than stone.

"Could it be requested on your behalf?" he pressed further, offering his other hand to tilt up your chin. Like a cat, your neck went limp and you allowed him to support the weight of your head, your tired eyes meeting his optics as you managed a single word.

"Maybe?"

Softening his gaze, Chase let out a tiny sigh, speaking with a level of inflection that more fully conveyed his concern. "You need sleep, Y/N."

"Probably..." you conceded at long last, worn down more by his efforts in five minutes than you'd been by hours of your body demanding what it needed. There was no denying you'd pushed yourself to your limit, but you just couldn't bring yourself to go any further with his presence being so comfortable and your desk being so hard and unwelcoming. You thought fondly of the time you'd fallen asleep in his backseat during a long drive, and how safe you'd felt and how deeply you'd slept... There was nothing you wanted more.

"Definitely." he said to finish the argument. You actually helped him pull you to your feet, but when your tired legs wobbled under your weight he simply scooped you up and pulled you to his chassis, flicking off your lamp with remarkable dexterity. Being cradled in his arms drew a sigh of absolute relief past your lips, and it was almost impossible to stay awake as you felt his warm embrace all around you. Chase moved away from your little workstation and moved quietly through the bunker, his voice a distant but pleasant echo that barely reached you. "I cannot access your bedroom, but the couch has blankets and pillows."

You felt the plush fabric of the couch meet your body like a cloud, and when you instinctively reached to tuck yourself in the cruiser beat You to it, delicately pulling a blanket over your body before he slipped a pillow under your head. A final burst of stubborn independence compelled you to assure him the extra effort was unnecessary. "You don't have to do this, Chase."

"I know." he confirmed softly. There wasn't enough in you to reply, but before the bliss of long overdue sleep took you away you were aware of being tucked in and the blurry image of a rare smile, his words reminding you there was nothing you needed to face on your own.

"But I want to."

[themistressdomme]

Ohhhh you are a devil! You loove to see me all desperate and are successfully leaving me with lots and lots of naughty thoughts in my head! Love how you would guide my hips, take control even when I’m rutting against your leg like the desperate toy I am. Deciding on the pace, making me think you’re letting me cum, increasing the movements only to shake your head when I ask for permission to cum with a smirk on your lips. And while cooking you best give me the easy jobs cause I’m already bad at cooking…but with the toy vibrating between my legs?! Ufff I’m not sure we could eat whatever I end up fabricating!

During the rest of the evening and cooking the teasing continues merciless, making not only my pout intensify but also the wetness between my legs. At one point I can’t take the teasing anymore, pressing my body againsr yours and start rubbing myself against your leg while sucking on the skin on your neck, which leaves you with a hickey and me with my upper body bend over the counter while you spank my ass, telling me to be patient, that by the end of the night I will beg you not to make me cum again. But at that moment I’m too desperate to listen to your warning, and you can see my pussy almost dripping from the wetness there. If I beg prettily enough you might even give my pussy a spanking, make me sit in your lap at the table, spreading my legs over yours and promising me to keep spanking my cunt until the food is ready. By then my pussy surely will be sore and puffy, swollen from the continuous slapping, cries filling the air until the timer goes off, and I finally can start getting my heavy breathing under control as we get ready to eat. I joke about how my pussy should be for dessert, which only gets me a raised eyebrow, and an increase of the vibration level of the toy. I finish dinner in record time, and while we clean the kitchen and do the dishes I have to steady myself multiple times as you put the vibrations on high, simply to watch me get all flustered and listening to my moans, knowing if you ordered me to hump the table or chair I would do so in a matter of seconds.

You let me recollect myself while you disappear in the bathroom, then when you return you get yourself comfy on the couch, beckoning me closer with your finger. You don’t need to tell me twice as I hurry to the couch but before I can jump in your lap and continue making out with you, you point to the floor and I kneel next to your legs, whimpering needily when I see the bulge forming on your pants. I make sure to put on my best puppy eyes while begging you to please let me suck your strap, fingertips impatiently squeezing your legs near the buttons of your pants. You brush your thumb against my bottom lip before letting me suck on your fingers, first one, then two, making sure to let me gag around them and get my eyes all teary, telling me that’s what your strap will do to me as well, telling me to be a good girl and show me I want your strap.

To be continued😉

What can I say? I like my toys desperate and full of nothing but filthy thoughts. It's okay, pretty thing, you don't have to focus on aaaanything other than those sweet, sweet images filling your head. Bonus if those images make you fill your cunt, too 😘

Oh I'll always be in control, darling, you know that. I love to make my pretty toys think they're getting one thing, and turn the script on them so quick they can't help but gasp in surprise. You thought you were getting to cum? How cute, my perfect little slut.

Oh I'll make sure we eat something 😏 You, my darling, are going to need your energy as I said previously.

I'm glad you know that the teasing will be merciless, you know me so well already. I'm busy with something else in the kitchen and you're just going to come and start rubbing yourself on my leg? My my, how pathetically desperate of you, sweet pet. Yes, make sure you leave a hickey on my neck, I want it as a reminder of how desperate I had you when we were doing something as mundane as cooking 😘 How you couldn't help yourself but try and get some relief. Such a needy, needy girl, aren't you?

When I decide that I've been gracious enough with letting you have some relief on my leg, I'll bend you over the counter for breaking the rules. I didn't say you could do anything about your desperation, did I? Tsk tsk, naughty pet. I think you need to be funished. Your pretty ass, barely covered by the underwear you're still wearing - it's asking for my handprint on it, isn't it? It's really your own fault, sweet pet, for being so insatiably desperate, and for wearing such a skimpy little piece of material. I think we'll start with ten spanks on your ass. Leave my pretty handprint behind to remind you who you belong to. "Be patient, my sweet plaything, rewards come to those who wait."

We wait for dinner, and I was clever enough to put on a timer. We can't leave that responsibility to you, can we? Your head is emptying more as the night goes on, the only thing on your mind is when you'll get to cum. Such a pretty pet for me, nothing behind those eyes but desperation. Go on, beg for it. Getting your ass spanked raw wasn't enough for you, was it? You want your pussy spanked too? Again? My my, you insatiable slut. You're just a whore for me, aren't you, my pretty pet?

I'll guide you over to the chair, where I'll take a seat. Spread those pretty legs for me and straddle my lap, darling 💋 Your ass to my front, that's it, good pet. Let me play with your dripping pussy whilst we wait for our dinner to be done, hm? Every time you make a noise, I'll spank your cunt. What's that? Oh, you want to help me? How considerate of you, my darling. That's it, spread your lips open, just like that. Let me see that sensitive clit of yours. I think it deserves some sharp smacks, hm?

Nothing but your whines and whimpers and moans and sobs breaking out into the atmosphere, goodness, what a mood that will set.

Ding

There was the timer, sweet. I'll pat your thigh, praising you for being such a good girl for me, letting me use your cunt like that. Catch your breath, that's it, that's a good pet. Now let's get some food in us, hm? Oh yes, your pussy will be for dessert, but you don't tell me that, I tell you that 💋

I'll clean up, sweet, you just sit there looking all pretty for me. Oh, you're panting and squirming? Why?

You're so needy that you forget your place, hm? Sit at my feet, where you belong, my gorgeous pet. Let me see that mouth of yours - oh, such a pretty, pink tongue. I'll hold your jaw firmly with my hand, my thumb in your mouth. That's it, show me all the patterns you're going to make on my strap with your tongue. You want to suck it? Beg for it.

I'll swat your impatient little fingers away from my pants. Patience, my darling. I'll have to bind your hands behind your back if you get too handsy.

That's right, take my fingers into that needy, fuckable mouth of yours. Oh, you're gagging on them? Oops. Gag on them again. Gag on them more. Such a pretty pet, eyes all teary and mouth drooly. You look so pretty like this for me, darling, on your knees, at my feet, where you belong, gagging on my fingers. Oh they're just the warm up, angel, I'm just making sure your mouth is ready for my strap.

I wonder how long before you're whimpering and begging for me to fuck your mouth with my strap, hm? Hands bound behind your back, cunt dripping, your arousal trickling down your thighs... overstimulated and sensitive, but still so desperate for anything...

Maybe when you're gagging on Mommy's cock, the vibrator will turn back on. I wonder what pretty sounds you'll make then, hm? 💋

[judes-hoe]

PROMPT LIST FLUFF AND SMUT!!!!!!

(More smut than fluff)

@urfriendlywriter @rosewritingprompts @thelonelyempath @novelbear I used there prompts to help me some might be the same I tried to reword them🫶🏻

Smut

1. "Let me see those eyes."

2. "Open your mouth for me."

3. "Please kiss me."

4. "Use your words."

5. "Tell me what you want."

6. "You look so good beneath me."

7. "You can take it."

8. "I can take it."

9. "You take me so well."

10. "Spread your legs wider."

11. "Louder. Let me hear you."

12. "Keep your eyes on me."

13. "Touch yourself."

14. "Do you want my fingers?"

15. "I can't get enough of you."

16. "You taste so good."

17. "Hands behind your back."

18. "Swallow."

19. "You are doing so well."

20. "Breathe through your nose."

21. "Don't hold back."

22. "Show me how much you need me."

23. "Say my name."

24. "You can do better than that."

25. "Does that feel good?"

26. "I want you to ruin me."

27. "Do you think you deserve this?"

28. "I want to have my way with you."

29. "Touch me there. Right there."

30. "I will never get enough of you."

31. "Don't even think about cumming yet."

32. “Your eyes always glaze over when you cum."

33. "Don't fucking stop, baby."

34. "I can't pull out when you wrap your legs around me like that."

35. "Be a good girl/boy and swallow for me."

36. "Clothes. Off. Now."

37. "If you want to cum then you're gonna have to beg."

38. "If I have to pull over, you'll be walking funny for the next week."

39. "Could you be any wetter/harder?"

40. "I'm gonna stop if you don't cum.”

41. "'ll be gentle, baby. Don't worry."

42. "Don't stop. Even if I beg you to."

43. "Use your words, sweetheart."

44. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

45. "I love that we both already finished and your legs are still shaking."

46. "Ride me like a cowgirl."

47. "Quit eyefucking me and get over here so you can actually fuck me!"

48. "What the fuck? Do that again. I liked it."

49. "Ever heard of an Australian kiss?" "No. What's that?" "It's like a French kiss, but down under."

Fluff

1. “Do you want the last bite?”

2. “Wear a jacket it’s cold”

3. “Be safe!”

4. “Did you eat today?”

5. “I got you flowers”

6. Kisses on the nose or forehead

7. Opening the door for you everywhere

8. “You take a lot of pictures…” “well cause your beautiful!”

9. Brushes hair out your face

10. “You warm enough?”

11. “Go back to sleep”

12. “How are you feeling?”

13. “You know I love you right?”

14. “I love your smile!”

15. “Can you just hold me”

16. “You owe me a kiss!”

17. “I can’t even act mad at you”

18. “I love you” “say it again..”

[im-a-marion3tt3]

Sickeningly Sweet

Tw: Eating disorders and forced recovery. Please don't read if it may trigger you

Phantom was sat in Mountain's greenhouse, across from said ghoul. There was a table in between them as they sat facing each other. On the table lay a cute blue gingham table cloth and a set of matching china. There were two tea cups though lemonade filled them as well as two plates. Mountain had helped himself to a helping of fruit salad and a slice of cake he had made for the two of them.

Regardless of how cute the spread was, though, Phantom felt unbelievably overwhelmed. Not only was there a high calorie snack but also the drink, rendering him to try and not zone out. Mountain however ate without a problem and spoke softly to the other ghoul in between bites.

"You've been doing really well this week, I'm proud of you kid," he said sorry before drinking the rest of his lemonade and pouring himself another glass. He watched the younger ghoul falter between a frown and a smile, clearly mixed emotions.

"Thanks," he eventually whispered as he picked up his fork. Phantom poked at a piece of cake on his plate before looking back up at Mountain and seeing he wasn't looking at him. He took that opportunity to take a small taste of the dessert, not more than half a bite of it. Regardless of the amount, tears pricked his eyes. It tasted amazing but yet, he felt so guilty for eating it.

"Don't cry little one," Mountain said softly as he reached over to wipe away the tears, which only caused more. "Try to eat a little more, alright? I'm proud of you either way, I know this is one of your fear foods." Phantom looked alarmed at that, however, wondering how the other had known that. Sure he told Mountain a lot but never that much.

As if reading him mind, Mountain softly said, "Dew told me." He left out the part where Dewdrop also was trying to get better, unsure of how Phantom would react to that. He couldn't see a reason why the little ghoul would react unsavory but he wasn't going to risk it. Phantom had come so far. The fact that they both were sitting here, eating together, amazed him. He was so proud of the quintessence ghoul.

Phantom just nodded and tried to bite back his tears, trying to prevent his brain from adding up everything he had eaten today. 'I deserve this. I deserve to enjoy eating this and spending time with Mounty. Mounty made this cake for us and it tastes good. Finishing this piece of cake, the glass of lemonade and having some fruit salad isn't going to make me gain weight rapidly. I'm gonna be okay.... So why is it so damn hard?' He thought to himself, more tears rolling down his face as he cut off another bite of cake and stared at it.

Mountain offered him a smile of his own before cutting his own piece of cake and taking a much larger bite. He said nothing, not wanting to startle the other out of the bite, rather, he wanted the other ghoul to see that he was eating too and his weight was very stable. Mountain really didn't gain or loose weight much except on tour when he would forget to eat in turn for practicing; it was a habit he was trying to break though.

Seeing Mountain eat caused Phantom to follow in suit. His eyes closed as he felt more tears run down his face. He didn't get why it had to taste so good but still be terrifying. And why was he okay with ending dinner with a bowl of ice cream but Satan forbid he had anything cake like? It made him feel stupid.

The rest of the meal followed like that, Mountain pointing out random things or telling him what it was like before he was there and Phantom cried in between every bite of cake and sip of lemonade (the fruit was much easier for him to stomach). Mountain was proud of him though and that made Phantom happy. Even if it was hard, it was getting a little better everyday. And fuck did he miss cake.

[simping4villains]

Here’s chapter 5 of my Shigaraki fic “Losing Streak” which is posted both on Wattpad and ao3!

Warning: Sexual content, non-con/dub-con elements

  "What?" You asked even though you knew you'd heard him perfectly fine.

"Take them off," he repeated, a little harsher.

"What about your game? Don't you want to finish—"

"I don't care about that anymore."

Not now that he had you to play with.

"Alright," you whispered, barely being able to speak as your nerves swelled in your throat. You had to stall. You had to figure a way out of this. You needed an excuse. "But, um, could you get me a glass of water first?"

"A glass of water?"

"Yeah, you just really took a lot out of me, you know?" You batted your lashes at him, trying to sell it.

He smirked, clearly proud of himself. "Oh yeah?"

"Mhmm."

He ran his hands up your thighs and nodded toward the bed. "Will you wait for me over there?"

"Whatever you want," you replied. You knew he'd eat that up.

"That's more like it." He smiled and pressed his rough lips to yours once more before helping you off of his lap.

As soon as the door shut behind him, you grabbed his phone from his desk and started trying to guess his passcode, which was admittedly a pretty stupid idea. It wasn't like you even really knew anything about him to base your guesses on.

You started searching his desk, looking for anything that might give you a clue. In one of his drawers you came across a picture frame. It was turned upside-down in the drawer. You pulled it out and flipped it around to see a photograph of a much younger Shigaraki standing next to a man that you guessed had to have been his father? You couldn't help but wonder why the picture was tucked away.

Even as a kid, Shigaraki looked like an outcast. His hair was black instead of pale blue, but it was still a messy heap that spilled over his face, and you could just barely make out the faintest red lines on his neck.

In an act of desperation, you tried to use the photograph to trick the facial recognition feature on Shigaraki's phone. It didn't work. Of course it didn't. You hadn't really expected it to.

The knob of Shigaraki's door turned, signaling his return and sending you into fight or flight. You threw the picture frame back in the drawer, giving it a faithful shove before launching yourself onto the bed. You landed with a grunt, briefly knocking the air out of your lungs.

"What the hell are you doing?" Shigaraki asked when he came back to find you practically wheezing on his mattress.

"Nothing."

"Are you. . . are you still catching your breath from earlier?"

"Yes," you lied as he handed you your glass of water.

A grin spread across his face. "Wow, I didn't realize I would put you out of commission for so long. Do you need a little break?"

The man was really giving himself too much credit.

"Please," you replied, giving him your best attempt at a sheepish smile. You hated to stroke his ego, but it was worth keeping him away from you a little longer so you could make a plan for how to avoid sleeping with him.

"Alright. I'm gonna finish my game while you recover a bit. Just keep drinking your water."

You forced another smile. You deserved an oscar for the performance you were giving him. "Okay."

He crossed over to his desk, but when he pulled his chair out he became very tense.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, suddenly feeling your own heart drop.

"Did you go through my stuff?"

The way that the blue light from his monitor hit his face made him look wild, like he could make you crumble to dust under his gaze. You felt yourself starting to shrink away from him, trying to seem less threatening, like you couldn't possibly be plotting against him.

"What? No, I—"

"This wasn't open before." He pointed to the drawer in his desk. The picture frame hadn't settled right and it was blocking the drawer from closing.

He picked it up and turned it over in his hands, frowning.

"Who is that?" you asked. With the way that the photo was stored you figured it had to be a touchy subject, and you were willing to do anything to kill the mood.

"It's no one."

"Really? I feel like if that were the case then you wouldn't have it hidden in—"

"Will you just fucking drop it?" He snapped. "I didn't invite you over so we could get to know each other."

You hoped this time would be like the others, that he'd replace his rage with some annoying comment to tease you, but that wasn't the case. You had crossed the line. The rose-tinted lens of affection that he'd been viewing you through had shattered the second he saw that picture sticking out of his desk, and any remorse he felt for his actions, however minimal, had disappeared along with it. He didn't care what you thought of him now, and that made him especially dangerous.

"Get up."

His tone was so chillingly even, barely bordering on the edge of control, that it sent shivers down your spine. Before, he was just a nuisance, some prick who was blackmailing you to get his dick wet, but you were actually afraid of him now.

You did what he wanted, standing in front of the bed, fiddling anxiously with the hem of your sweatshirt. He dropped the picture back in its drawer and crossed the room, stopping directly in front of you. He was so close that you could feel his breath against your skin.

He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you forward so that your body was flush against his, crashing his mouth into yours and moving just as desperately as before. You were frozen in place with fear. It wasn't until he barked at you to kiss him back that you were jolted into action.

You went through the motions, trying to match his sloppy movements. When he slipped his tongue into your mouth you didn't put up a fight. You just kept your eyes closed and imagined that it was your crush kissing you instead of the monster before you.

It was your crush tugging your sweatshirt over your head before taking off his own, your crush unbuckling his belt and stepping out of his jeans, your crush sliding your sweatpants and panties off in one motion before shoving you backwards onto his unmade bed.

"Will you open your fucking eyes and look at me?"

He was standing above you, palming his cock over his boxers. You didn't think it was very fair for him to be able to keep them on while you were left so exposed, but you didn't dare take it up with him.

"Not like that."

You didn't know what he meant. Horrified, most likely. You felt like prey before him, and you were moments away from being slaughtered.

You couldn't believe this was really happening. You couldn't believe that he'd actually beaten you and forced you into this position, all because of some drunken mistake.

You weren't sure you'd ever be able to drink again.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

He didn't respond, he just pulled his boxers off and climbed on top of you, spreading your legs apart as he continued to stroke his cock. With how upset he seemed, you didn't expect him to show any sort of restraint. You figured he'd just ram into you all at once and fuck you without any mercy, but he didn't.

He was looking down between the two of you. Following his gaze, you realized that he wasn't hard. It was everything you'd wished for, but somehow in that moment it terrified you even more.

"God fucking dammit," he muttered.

You didn't dare say anything. You didn't want to draw attention to it and give him even more of a reason to be pissed at you.

He started kissing you again, grinding against your thighs to try to wake his dick up. All he wanted was to touch you, to feel your soft skin against his and have you wrapped around him, crying out his name, so what was wrong? He didn't understand why he couldn't get hard now, and it made him even more mad than when he saw that fucking picture poking out of his desk.

You weren't supposed to see that. You weren't supposed to see the real him.

Why the fuck did you have to go snooping around when he'd left? He was doing you a fucking favor, after all. He was being nice and you took advantage of him. Did you have any fucking manners at all or were you just a bitch to your core like the rest of those girls he always saw you with? You wouldn't have ever given him the time of day if it weren't for that stupid literature project or those fucking photos you wouldn't shut up about. This was wrong. Everything was all wrong.

He snapped, backing away from you and climbing off of the bed, quickly grabbing his clothes from the floor and pulling them on. He suddenly felt too vulnerable in front of you, like finding that picture had made you able to see through him. He didn't feel like he was in control anymore and he hated it. His irritation pooled under the skin of his neck, and he couldn't help but run his nails over it, probably creating a fresh set of tracks.

"Forget it," he said, in a voice so low you almost missed it.

"What?" you asked, not sure you'd heard him right.

"I said fucking forget it!" he yelled, throwing your clothes at you. "Get the hell out!"

You pulled your clothes on as fast as you could, trying to get out of his room before his rage got even worse. You barely had your sweatshirt on as you ran out into the hallway, and it wasn't until you were halfway back to your apartment that you realized you'd left your bag with him. It didn't matter enough to go back. All that was in it were a few textbooks and, well, your laptop. That was pretty important, but it would have to wait until another time when Shigaraki didn't want to tear you apart. Either that or you could try to scrape together some cash for a new one. Both options seemed just as viable at that point.

   Later that night, you struggled to fall asleep, and not just because the music from the party was blaring well into the morning. You kept thinking about the way Shigaraki had changed so suddenly, like a switch had flipped. While you certainly weren't going to waste your sympathy on someone like him, you couldn't help but wonder what it all meant.

[novankenn]

Reluctant Hero?

= Four = (Chapter List)

Jaune groaned as he woke up. His back was sore, and he had a bit of a headache. Standing, he cracked his neck, trying to ease the crick in it. Reaching down, he grabbed the handles of his duffle-bag. Once he lifted it from the floor, he stepped forward, scattering the few crushed beer cans that lay about where he had slept. He paid it no mind as he walked out of the auditorium.

Following his nose, he found his way to the cafeteria, and got in line. Those ahead of him cast nervous glances at him, and he did his best to ignore them. Grabbing a tray, he got a fairly respectable breakfast and moved to find a deserted table. Setting down his tray, he deposited his duffle-bag next to him on the table and sat down.

He was just starting to eat, when a pair of people took a seat across from him. Sighing, he looked up from under the edge of his hood to only be greeted by the brilliant smile of an orange haired young woman.

????: I'm Nora, this is Ren. We're together, but not together-together. We saw you sitting alone, so we thought we'd join you!

Jaune: Sure. Whatever floats your boat.

Spearing up a forkful of scrambled eggs, and he lifted it to his mouth.

Nora: (Gasping in excitement) You have a metal hand!

Jaune: (With his eggs held in front of his face) Yes. Yes I do.

Ren: Nora, don't be rude. Let him eat in peace.

Nora: (Unfazed) Did a grimm bite it off?

Jaune: Uh, what?

Ren: Nora...

Nora: You're missing your hand, and you're at a Huntress Academy, so obviously a grimm bite it off, and now you want to train, so you can hunt it down and get it back!

Ren: Don't pay her any mind. She's rather excitable when she meets new and interesting people.

Jaune: Okay. I'll just...

Nora: So did a grimm bite it off? Was it a Beowulf? An Ursa? The rarely seen Sloth?

Jaune: Ah, okay. Um... a grimm didn't take my hand. Happy?

Nora: (Her face becoming a pout). Phooey.

Jaune: (Returning his attention to his partially eaten breakfast) Sorry to disappoint.

Nora: So how did you lose it?

Ren: Nora, please let him eat in peace, and finish your breakfast. We have to get ready for initiation.

Nora: So?

Jaune: So?

Nora: How did you lose it?

Jaune: (Turning his attention to Ren) She's not going to stop, is she?

Ren: Unfortunately, no. She won't.

Jaune: (Turned his attention back to Nora) So you really want to know what happened to my hand?

Nora: YES!

Jaune sets his fork down and lifts his cybernetic hand up so Nora and Ren could see it clearly. He figured if he told them most of the story, they might end up getting disturbed and leave him alone.

Jaune: It was three years ago. I was up in the mountains near my home...

Nora: Where's that?

Jaune: Um... I thought you wanted to know about my hand?

Nora: I want to know lots about you. You seem interesting.

Jaune: Okay. (Looks at Ren and only sees him mouth, "Sorry") Um... I used to live in Ansel.

Nora: Where's that?

Jaune: Do you want to know about my hand, or not?

Nora: Yes, yes, I do.

Jaune: Okay, so anyway... I was up in the mountains, and something happened. I got bit.

Nora: By what?

Jaune: My girlfriend's decapitated head.

Jaune smirked when he saw Ren grow a little pale, but was a little taken aback when he saw Nora just tilt her head to the side.

Nora: That seems a little farfetched, but okay. So you got bit, what happened next.

Jaune: Um... well, after I was bitten, something bad got into my hand, and took it over. So to keep it from spreading, I cut it off at the wrist with a chainsaw.

Jaune looked at Ren and saw him pale even a little more...

Nora: That's so METAL! What's your name?

Jaune: Er... um... what?

[imagine-knb]

Oh myyyy i love the Winter list! Please Kotarō Hayama making gingerbread houses with s/o! Including some cuddles and kisses would be perrrrfect <3

There's been so much love for Hayama this season! ❤ Admin Neon

It was a rare occasion for Hayama to be so quiet and concentrated, but the act of putting together a gingerbread house was one such occasion. With his tongue poking slightly out between his lips, brows furrowed, and eyes focused, he had helped you glue together the cookie pieces of the house — it had taken a lot of scolding for him to not eat all the icing outright. He'd helped spread it out across the piece of cardboard you were using for the base, setting the scene for a snowy cabin. And when the base pieces were finally done, he had insisted on being the one to decorate, an idea in mind.

"Okay," you had agreed, knowing the more creative process was the thing he'd actually been looking forward to. "I'll go get the back of gumdrops so we can start decorating."

Before you left the kitchen, you'd turned around to spot him reaching for the icing once more. He groaned when you told him to stop eating all the 'glue', dropping the tube back onto the table.

By the time you'd come back to the kitchen, gumdrops in hand, Hayam had found something else to get his hands in.

"What is that supposed to be?"

You watched as Hayama crumbled up pieces of gingerbread and graham crackers, sprinkling them in one corner of the board where the gingerbread house had been constructed. Dusting his hands of the crumbs, he flashed a grin at you before following it with a thumb's up.

"It's the beach!"

As he exclaimed this, Hayama grabbed onto the tube of blue colored icing, squeezing out a hefty amount over some of the crumbs he'd just laid down and into the rest of the corner of his board. You had to hold back a bit of snorting laughter, pointing out all the white icing that he'd previously poured messily over his gingerbread house.

"It's snowing at the beach?" You ran your finger along a bit of icing that had begun falling off the edge of his board, licking it off your finger.

"It can happen," he protested, still piping more blue onto the corner. When you went to swipe some more of the icing off, he nudged you with his elbow, "Hey quit it. You're not supposed to drink the ocean water," he teased.

This had you grinning, playing along as you began to fan yourself. "Oh no, I think I might be going delirious from eating the ocean icing." As you said this, you placed the back of your hand on your forehead, pretending like you were going to faint.

Hayama let out a sound that was a huffing laugh. It only got louder as you began bumping into him, feigning like you were fainting right into his arms. "Hey, hold on a second, my hands are all covered—" But you didn't give him enough time to finish, forcing him to drop the tube of blue icing as he went to hold you steady.

"Oh, Kotaro, my hero," you cooed, snickering when he merely rolled his eyes at you with a grin. When he began leaning in, you quirked a brow at him. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, you know, a little mouth to mouth." He stopped your giggling when he pressed his lips to yours in a quick kiss. Pulling back, Hayama licked his lips from the sugary frosting that had stuck to yours.

"I don't think that's how you fix delirium," you quipped, noticing the way his eyes fell down to look at your lips once more.

"Well." He leaned in once again. "Better do it a few more times to find out."

Find the Holiday Prompt lists here!