#finally entry one of my closet!

[kantharohs]

୧˖ ꕀ♱Kanth's Kloset♱ꕀ ˖ ୨ #01

[werewolf-kat]

Wow, tons of job recruiters are plain stupid, huh?

I love filtering for ONLY Entry-level jobs, just to see tons of Senior and Manager level jobs get included anyways. Like forcing all job levels in your job listing is some "ideal" way to get it out to more people. But people seeking below that level wouldn't want to apply anyways?!

What's the point? What's wrong with you people? You're literally just making job hunting online more tedious and a waste of time than it should be. Because I have to keep scrolling past entire PAGES of your Senior-level listings when my filter is specifically meant to keep those out.

Screw you.

[teastyun]

༺ paid undone

arcane sevika x female reader (nsfw)

working as an owner of a mechanics shop at day and prostitute at night at Zaun's most famous brothel, you expect a quiet night shift after a hard day of work. your expectations go avail and you miserably fail at keeping your identity hidden from Sevika, who has just earlier visited you at your shop that day.

a/n: instead of listening to my lecture on English diachronic history I wrote this in my notes app and dear god pls let me ride her until my legs fall off

masterlist

putting your makeup pouch back into your personal small closet, you wonder who's today's clients will be. on your way to work, you've noticed how empty and calm the streets are recently. no fights, no big groups lingering in each corner eyeing anyone that's passing by, only a few drunkards at their usual shit.

words were spread about an ex-prison mate duelling her way through the ring in the center of Zaun after a fatal crisis in the upper world. interestingly enough, the brothel's business wasn't booming since her entry in Zaun, equalling a calm shift for you. lucky for you, you're paid per hour instead of per client, so you expect a good rest after your long shift at your mechanics shop.

as your usual routine, you put your mask on and wrap a robe around your lightly clothed body, before you take a quick trip to visit the madam and owner of the brothel.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ

entering the long dark hallway, you keep your head low and walk steady towards the madam's room.

on your way you pass several rooms with slightly open doors, revealing the sounds of huffing, moaning, but also laughing. despite the empty streets, the brothel seems to be lively today, nonetheless.

you take a deep breath and close your eyes, as your fingers touched the doorknob of the room. your boss is a lovely old lady, but sometimes intimidates the shit out of you, despite the years you've already worked at her institution.

"there you are, y/n." she looks up from her papers with a cigarette in between her long wrinkled fingers decorated with heavy rings and long painted nails. you are one of her longest and most reliable workers, and she makes sure to treat you accordingly.

"s'bit a teeny quiet, ain't it?" she looks up at you with her long, cat eye-ish lashes and heavy purple eyeshadow accentuating her wrinkles around them. in response you lightly nod, not sure why she's suddenly talking about anything but your upcoming client.

you look at her as you wait for her to continue.

her fingernails tap like a melody against her cigarette trinklet, making you nervous with each taping sound.

"m'love, i've got a rather... special client waiting for you today. are you aware of Silco's... mates?"

while deep in your thoughts you first nod, but quickly shake your head after.

earlier, you've seen a slender girl with long blue braids at your shop, a tall and intimidatingly buff woman with a heavy red cloak covering half her body, following her close behind without exchanging a single word with either the girl, nor you. but, where they really from Silco?

the madam watches every single move of yours. her head tilts mischievously at your response. "very well. tonight, i assigned a special lady of Silco's to you. she's waiting for you in room xii."

your already tense nerves aren't pleased to hear about today's responsibility you're taking, but you silently thank her by lightly bowing your torso before you make your way to the assigned room.

her voice stops you as you open the heavily decorated door. "and y/n, make sure to please her with every single pretty ounce of yours."

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ

you were already fucked before you even entered the room.

you expected a calm, restful shift with easy clients. instead, you have one of the most powerful and influential people of Zaun in your rooms, waiting for you to finally enter.

not looking up as you close the door behind you, you take off your robe while trying to maintain your breathing. as it falls to the floor, you take a quick glance at her.

there she is, the same woman you were eyeing up and down today at the mechanics shop. will she recognise you?

hoping that won't be the case in sake of your privacy and reputation, you slowly walk to the backless stool in front of her as you take a seat.

on your way, you carefully observe her. she even has the same clothes on as earlier. the grey and red tones in her clothing accentuate her toned body underneath. looking closely, she even seems to be hiding something underneath her mysterious cloak.

without further thought, you greet her by bowing your head lightly in respect, waiting for her to make the next move.

you notice her shifting in her seat, as she leans towards you while resting her free arm on her knee.

confused by her behaviour, you look up and notice her brown eyes piercing yours. she is incredibly intimidating and you can't help the furrow that sneaks between your eyebrows in confusion beneath your mask. you've never had a client look at you for minutes without a single sound nor move.

normally, your client has a certain thought wanting to be practiced with you as soon as possible, since time is money, especially in this brothel, where clients pay per minute. Zaun isn't necessarily known for its strong economy, so clients sometimes visit on the occasion for only a handful of minutes before they need leave.

but this, this was different. her piercing eyes where warm, but somehow so cold at the same time as she slowly eyes your appearance.

you're wearing a beautiful set of lingerie in your best colours with white lace accentuating your finest features. elegant body chains and dangling jewelry make sounds as you move your body. unlike your other lingerie sets, this one is extremely revealing around your chest, showing no fabric on the front of your breasts and leaving them on full display to see. your bottoms is attached to your stockings matching your set with clips on the front and back of each thigh.

her eyes stopped at the sight of your thighs pressing against the band of your stockings before continuing down your legs. as they move back up, you try accentuate your breasts by taking a deep breath, while looking at her through your mask with expecting eyes.

a smirk appears on her lips. "are you nervous?"

her rough voice creates goosebumps on your skin, but the question agitates you. why would the first thing she says to you be such assumption?

you tilt your head in response, not sure of how to react to such thing. she is still only a few centimetres away from you, making the distance between you incredibly tense.

she copies the tilt in your head and looks deeply into your eyes, searching for something specific in them.

"I'm Sevika," she whispers a mere distance away from you as she holds out her hand.

you take another deep breath and touch her hand in a handshake, making the situation feel so ridiculous. what was she trying to get out of you?

her hand feels incredibly big. and fuck, you wish you could feel that rough skin between your folds. just the mere thought made you clench around nothing as your cunt is soaking in your lingerie. before your thoughts could continue, you slipped your hand back. your eyes never left hers.

she leans back and rests against the cushions behind her, as she eyes you once more. this time, her eyes won't leave your chest.

your nipples are perky from the cool air in the room despite the lack of ventilation. or maybe you really are nervous?

"you're not much of a talker huh?" she continues, "show me yourself."

you reach back to unclasp your bra, but she stops you, "no, show me what you usually do here."

her eyes roam the heavily decorated room and your thoughts are spiralling. at her request, you stand up and receive a box of toys each room has available on the side of the lounging area.

in it, you look for a dildo and bottle of lube. what were you doing with most of your clients? this woman made you ask yourself questions you've never considered being asked.

all of your clients are normally males, which are in heavy need of a relief by pushing their dicks into your hole and calling it a day. you didn't mind, since it's the routine of your income at the end of the day.

but right here and now, you were supposed to fuck yourself with a dildo in front of this woman, who watches every single move of yours with piercing eyes. and fuck, you felt small.

leaning back on your stool, you fully removed your soaking thong, hoping she wouldn't notice your wetness literally stringing to your cunt as you remove it.

to your disadvantage, she notices everything. her eyes follow the soaked thong falling to the ground, before they move up to look into your eyes again. fuck, this feels so much more intimate than any sex you've ever had and you continue dripping from your cunt at her dark gaze.

you spread your legs apart, hoping to drag her gaze down there. your eyes finally break the eye contact and follow the movement of your hands as you squirt some lubricant on the side of the dildo. it is veiny and big, a difference to the ones of your average clients.

with one arm resting on another stool behind you, you glide the sides of the dildo through your folds, making your chest jump at the feeling of the cold lube. you spread the lubricant across the dildo by dragging and shifting it through your folds, bumping your sensitive clit.

you look back into her eyes, questioning if you should really do this by hesitating with your next move.

she finally looks down at your dripping pussy coated with lubricant. on cue, you push the dildo completely aside in one go.

you want to see her reaction, but a moan escapes your lips as you try to stay quiet. this woman was onto something, but there's no way she can identify you from earlier.

nervous to look at her, you drag your eyes back to hers while slowly fucking yourself with the dildo. she seems to become restless, too.

it was her turn to look at you with furrowed brows as you began to fuck yourself harder, while trying to maintain your breath as you're biting your lower lip in pleasure.

fucking yourself faster and harder, trying to chase the warmth in your lower belly without success, you throw your head back hoping not a single sound escapes your lips.

your arm begins to hurt and you can feel the sweat building up on your forehead and cheekbones from exhaustion.

fuck, you really are about to sob. you look so pathetic trying to chase your own high while failing miserably, knowing acting one out won't go through with her.

"you can't come, beautiful?" she asks teasingly and grins at your miserable state. upset with her comment you look at her and you finally see it.

"here," she tells you, petting her lap her one hand, where she somehow managed to attach a harness on when you were in your own element.

you stopped your movements immediately and slipped the dildo out without any thought, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling inside of you before attaching it to her harness and climbing into her lap.

as you attach it through her harness, your thighs rest on her firm lap. and god, this woman was incredibly handsome. her strong facial features look even sharper with her heavy dark eyes piercing yours.

you really weren't sure what she was getting out of this. any other client would've been already chasing their orgasm inside you. Sevika hasn't touched you once. she hasn't even taken off any of her clothing yet.

as the wet dildo rests against your folds, you eye her cloak. before realising her bionic arm, she already has it moved to press a cold hand on your back to push you closer. she looks up for a reaction, but you grasp her shoulders to steady yourself without a sound.

her bionic arm cups your ass, making you gasp at the cold feeling on your skin, and her other hand pushes the dildo easily into you again, making your head throw back in pleasure of feeling full again in her presence.

adjusting once again at the feeling of being full, you look at her with heavy eyelids.

"can i touch you?" she asks quietly, her eyes never leaving yours.

you nod and push your chest towards her face as a cue. she grins at your boldness and presses a wet kiss on your breast, as her hand grips your hips, making them roll against her strap. her mouth sucks and bites your skin around your nipples, occasionally licking your perky nipple, making you see stars behind that mask.

as she sucks harder and harder, you beginn to slowly grind into her. your job has never felt this intimate with any client before.

her bionic arm holds you steady against her as her hips grind to meet yours. your breath was incredibly unsteady, trying to deal with the pleasure that builds up inside your core. her mouth travelled up to your exposed ear, nibbling at your dangling piercings and licking your earlobe. "you're in control, beautiful. do whatever you like," she whispers.

you stop in your tracks to look at her almost in shock. spiralling in your head, you don't know what to do. did you ever have control over your clients? trembling, you reached for a vibrator and pressed it into her hand.

"hold this against my clit as i ride you," you tell her quietly. hearing your voice, a smile sneaks onto her lips. "gladly," she responds and turns it on.

she kisses your breast before pressing the vibrator softly against your clit. you loudly moan from the sudden stimulation, beginning to ride her strap like there's no tomorrow. she sucks and bites your nipple, making you see more stars than before. your sighs and gasps turn into moans, not caring about hiding your voice from her anymore.

the dildo presses perfectly against your sweet spot inside of you as the vibrator teases your clit and you can't get enough of it. fuck, you're becoming greedy of this woman. you've never achieved such pleasure inside of you with anyone nor alone.

feeling your the warmth slowly building up in your lower belly, you whisper breathlessly "i-i'm close, Sevika," through your mask, not sure if she could even decipher your words. she reacts by biting down on your skin and cupping your ass with her bionic hand, almost making you scream as you grind restlessly on her strap as the vibrator bumps your wet clit.

and there it is, the sudden white spots clouding your vision as come hard on her strap. you reach for her hand to turn of the vibrator, scared of overstimulating yourself after coming for the first time in such a long time.

too blissed out from the feeling, your head falls onto her shoulder and she presses a soft kiss on on your neck.

"you did great, beautiful," she tells you and you feel her warm breath against your damp skin.

your mask shifts and the realisation hits you.

you slip it back into its place, slip off her strap with a wince and stumble back onto the stool, trying to compose yourself.

Sevika detaches the strap and there you see the bionic arm for the first time. it looked heavy with its several mechanics surrounding it, but then you notice the shimmer going through it like veins. fuck, did you almost get fucked with fucking shimmer inside of it?

she stands up and rearranges her clothing, seeming to take a leave as she hands you a stack of cash from her pouch.

"what about you?" you ask confused. she says nothing but presses the cash into your hand.

"madam won't allow me to take it," you say, looking up at her from the cash in your hands.

her hand softly cups your cheek and strokes your cheekbone with her thumb. "invest it in your shop, beautiful."

stunned by her comment, you sit there completely moveless.

she presses the doorknob as she is about to leave, but she stops mid-tracks before finally leaving the room.

"good to see you again."

masterlist ; pt. 2

[littlexdeaths]

eddie munson x shy fem reader

warnings: lots of cute first date jitters, reader is clumsy, also a lot more cheese 🧀 — take your lactaid besties.

part one | part three

let’s go, don’t wait masterlist

a/n: i’m honestly blown away by all the sweet comments on that first little blurb. shy reader is 1000% me, so this is very near and dear to my heart. i hope y’all like this one just as much! also big kisses to my lovely angel @undead-supernova for looking this over for me <3

“This looks stupid.”

You huff, glancing at your reflection before rushing back over to your closet for the 3rd time in a span of twenty minutes.

But Nancy grabs your wrist from before you can make it there, pulling you down onto the bed beside her.

“Everything you’ve tried on has been cute… I don’t see the problem here.”

You groan and flop back onto the mattress, covering your face with your hands.

“I wasn’t exactly trying to go for cute, Nance.”

Your words are muffled behind your palms, but she gets your message loud and clear.

“I know you want to impress him, but my best advice is to just be yourself… that’s why he asked you out in the first place, right?”

You sigh, uncovering your face to look up at her. She has a brow raised, and as much as you’d hate to admit it— you know she’s right.

“Do you always have to be right about everything?” you puff out a small laugh and she beams, nudging your knee with hers.

“Of course, I am the brains of this operation, remember?”

You roll your eyes fondly before returning to your feet, smoothing over the denim of your skirt when you meet your reflection once more.

“Oh god, what about make up?!”

You only managed to change your shirt one last time before Nancy had to practically barricade your closet door shut with her body. Reminding you that, once again, you looked great.

It doesn’t help much to soothe that little voice in the back of your head that disagrees— but the rumble of an engine and a blaring guitar riff distracts from those thoughts momentarily as the panic finally starts to set in.

“Shit, shit, shit! He’s here already?” you squeak, glancing over at your beside clock.

6:45 pm.

He was 15 minutes early.

“He’s early… color me impressed.” She grins before peeking out your curtains.

“I’m… I’m not ready, Nance.”

Your heart is about to pound out of your chest and your palms are beginning to sweat. She steps away from the window to put her hands on your shoulders, face full of determination.

“Just breathe, okay? I’ll go down and let him in, you just take a minute and come down when you’re ready.”

You nod dumbly, eyes widening further when the doorbell rings.

Eddie’s here… actually standing on your front porch. Bouquet of flowers grasped tightly in his own sweaty palms.

“Thanks, Nance.”

She just gives you a reassuring smile before starting down the stairs and opening the front door. To say Eddie is surprised when Nancy Wheeler appears at your front door instead of you is an understatement.

“Uh… please don’t tell me I’ve got the wrong address,” he steps back to take a look at the number on the house again.

“No, you’re at the right place. She’s just finishing getting ready, come on in.”

Nancy can see the way his shoulders sag in relief before he steps past the threshold. Dark eyes wandering around the interior of your entry way in utter curiosity. Pictures of you and your parents line the walls, but one in particular catches his attention.

You’re smiling up at the camera, eyes scrunched closed behind the round frame of your glasses— with your two front teeth missing.

The sight has him grinning despite himself, already catching more of a glimpse of the girl that’s been on his mind for the better part of that year.

“So… where are you taking her?” Nancy asks casually, leaning against the doorframe of your kitchen.

Eddie turns then, still clutching the flowers tightly in his fist.

“The Palace… and then Benny’s. But don’t worry, I’ll have her back before 11 pm. Scout’s honor.” He grins, raising his other hand in a mock salute.

You can hear their voices floating up the stairs, which only seems to worsen the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. You take one last look in the mirror to straighten your top and make sure your eyeliner wasn’t smudged before you turn the knob and make your way down the hall.

The creak of the floorboards alerts them both to your presence when you slowly begin to descend the stairs. Your hand grips the railing tightly, eyes finally lifting once you reach the landing.

��Wow,” he whispers in dumbstruck awe.

You can feel your skin warm under the intensity of his gaze, tucking your lower lip between your teeth to hide a grin.

But the sweet moment is quickly squashed when your foot catches on the edge of the step, and you go tumbling forward. Eddie drops the flowers in his haste before closing that short distance between you to catch you in his arms. Your bodies collide, much like what happened earlier in the cafeteria.

Only this time he doesn’t let you go right away.

“Steady now,” he chuckles, and your eyes can’t help but drift lower to stare at his lips. “You okay?”

You nod, not fully trusting your voice when he’s so close like this, you swear he must be able to hear how fast your heart is fluttering beneath your ribs.

“Oh goddammit, the flowers.” Eddie groans, making sure you’ve got your footing before he bends down to pick up the crumpled bouquet.

“Uh, I promise they weren’t like this when I got here...”

He hands them out to you with a sheepish grin, the apples of his cheeks now flushed a soft shade of pink. And from this close proximity you can see the faint freckles dotted along the bridge of his nose.

Man, he sure is pretty…

“They’re beautiful,” you smile, finally finding your voice. “Thank you.”

“… well, you two should probably get going, right?”

You had almost forgotten Nancy was even there.

“Oh what about—” you gesture to the bouquet in your hands, but she quickly cuts you off.

“I’ll put those in some water and lock up for you, sound good?”

You don’t have much time for protest when she carefully takes the flowers from your grasp and nudges you right into Eddie’s chest. You apologize between small giggles when he steadies you again, and Nancy disappears into the kitchen.

His eyes are almost sparkling in childlike delight at the sound of your laughter, and it’s something he’d like to continue hearing for a long time. Eddie guides you both toward the front door. His rings clink against the knob when he swings it open, taking a slight bow before motioning you forward.

“Your chariot awaits, mi’ lady.”

The Palace is packed by the time you arrive, but for a Friday night in Hawkin’s— that’s no surprise.

Young teens dart between the different games with renewed excitement while Keith watches on with a bored expression. Eddie’s hand is held loosely in your own, fingers intertwined while you decide what to play first.

You both agree on air hockey, allowing him to tug you toward the table with a newfound pep in his step. He hands you the blue paddle, teasing telling you that red is always his color before he crouches down to slip two coins in the slot.

“Prepare to be demolished, sweetheart,” he grins cheekily.

Your stomach flips at those seemingly innocent words, and Eddie silently pats himself on the back for how flustered he’s already made you. That’s not something he’s used to, making a pretty girl fumble over her words. But it’s something he’s decided he wants to see a lot more of tonight.

Eddie ends up winning two rounds of air hockey, but his victories were entirely due to the fact that you were so distracted. Poised across from him, you spent more time admiring the way his tongue poked out from between his lips in concentration— or when he had to pull his wild hair back into a bun when it kept flying into his face.

Not that you would ever mention that little fact to him.

“What’s next?” you ask, unable to hide your glee when he takes your hand without hesitation this time.

“Have you tried Dragon’s Lair?”

He nods his head over to the game that was just recently abandoned in a fit of rage by short boy with dark hair. If you were being honest, skee ball and air hockey were more your speed when it came to arcade games. But the look of absolute delight on his face has you willing to try regardless.

And just as you suspected, you’re terrible at it.

You’re barely able to get past that first level without dying repeatedly but Eddie continues to give you an encouraging smile while he leans against the machine. He adores the way your lips are pouted in a slight frown when the dragon engulfs the knight in flames again.

“Here,” he mumbles, sliding in behind you. “Let me help.”

His arms cage you in against the machine, and you can feel the heat from his chest seeping through the thin cotton of your blouse. Ringed fingers gently hover over where yours are stationed on the controls, and in your nervous state you don’t notice the way his fingers tremble slightly.

Eddie guides your hands with ease, all but playing the game for you at this point. But your focus is no longer on the dragons and knights. They instead settle on his hands, and how they completely engulf yours in size. And the way his chain bracelet rattles against your skin with each flick of his wrist on the joystick.

They continue to travel a little higher, noticing how the muscles in his forearms contract each time he pushes that red button in rapid succession. It has your mind wandering to places that it definitely shouldn’t be…

Like how his hands would feel gripping your hips…

Stop that.

When you take a shuddering breath, you get another whiff of his spicy cologne when he leans his head forward. The faint hint of tobacco and mint still lingers on his lips when he blows a breath out in frustration when he finally looses that round.

The words GAME OVER flash across the screen in brightly colored letters, and you feel a little disappointed when he begins to remove himself from you. But you’re suddenly feeling a little bold, gently turning to grab his hand before looking up at him.

“Show me again?” you mumble, chewing nervously on your lower lip.

Eddie grins down at you, eyes flicking down to your mouth for a fleeting moment. But his next move has your brain about to melt out of your ears.

He takes your lower lip between his thumb and forefinger, carefully removing it from between your teeth. He allows the pad of his thumb to graze over your lip while the other slips around your waist. Eddie guides you back around by your hips, quickly resuming his position behind you.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

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[aemondsbabe]

The Queen

summary: dairy/letters & lingerie kink || alicent stumbles across a secret of yours and is more than happy to make it come true

pairing: modern!alicent x f!reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, wlw, pre-established relationship, dom!Alicent, sub!reader, queen honorifics used in the bedroom, lingerie kink, use of a leather crop, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, thigh riding, let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 3.3k

a/n: happy day seven of 12 days of smuff!! i went into a fugue state and wrote 10 pages in 2 hours. the hold that olivia cooke has on me should be studied by science. anyway.

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Alicent’s POV

She was humming, swaying her hips to a new album she’d downloaded earlier that week as she smoothly moved the duster along the wooden surface of your nightstand, careful as she guided it between the lamp and the small potted plant you loved so much. Getting a bit too into the music she was listening to as she tidied up your shared bedroom, though, she accidentally bumped against the growing stack of books on your nightstand. 

“Shit!” Alicent hissed as a few went tumbling to the ground. Sighing, she bent down to grab them, half-heartedly cursing you for insisting on buying new books before you’d finished the ones you had. 

“Huh?” She wonders outloud, pausing the music on her phone when she sees her name scrawled in your familiar handwriting. Her fingers brush over the soft, leather bound book as she picks it up, her lips pursing as she reads the words “Personal Journal” embossed on the front in fancy gold lettering. Her brown eyes widen and quickly glance around the room, despite the fact that she knows she’s the only one home. Biting her lip, she runs a finger over the spine of your diary, weighing her options. On the one hand, she knew it would be a horrible invasion of your privacy to look but… well, what if it was something important? 

She shook her head at the thought. She wasn’t going to be one of those snooping partners! You already told her everything anyway, it’s not like there would be anything in your diary she didn’t already know! You were basically an open book, in fact, it was one of the things she loved most about you – your willingness to be so honest and transparent. 

No, she thought, carefully setting the diary back on your bedside table, I’m not going to! I’m simply – 

Okay, sue her. She’s only human and her name was right there! She’d make it up to you. 

Glancing around one more time, she flipped open the leather-bound book, flipping through it to the page she’d spotted a moment ago. She found it pretty quickly and nervously bit on a nail as her eyes scanned over the page, noticing the date first. It was from only about a week ago. She read on.

I’m not even sure how to bring up the topic, it doesn’t really seem like something you’d just bring up at the dinner table? Like, “Oh, honey, yeah work was great today! Kevin from accounting is finally getting married, I know! Can you believe it? Oh. yeah, one more thing! Can you boss me around in the bedroom like a drill sergeant?” I mean, come on. 

What if she isn’t even into it? What if she wants to be the submissive one? I don’t think Alicent’s totally vanilla, I mean, there have been so many sparks of… something. Sometimes she tells me to do something, usually innocuous like making sure the door’s locked before we leave or to get the laundry hamper from the closet but… God, the way she says it makes me shiver. And when she’s talking on the phone to someone at work? That authoritative voice makes me melt. 

Sigh. I just need to find the courage to ask. 

Alicent finally finished the entry and looked up from your journal, blinking as thoughts raced through her head. After a minute, she closed the notebook and placed it carefully back on your bedside table, just like it was before it fell off the table. 

She could barely keep the smirk off her face as she grabbed her purse and keys and shut the front door behind her, a devious, delicious plan quickly forming in her head. 

She knew exactly how to make up for her actions. 

Reader’s POV

You sigh as you unlock the front door, quickly tossing your keys into the small bowl on the entryway table before kicking off your shoes.

“Babe?” You called, furrowing your brows at how unusually quiet the house was. Alicent’s car was in the driveway and normally she’d be playing music by the time you got home but today… nothing. You’re about to call out again when the sound of heels clicking down the hallway makes you stop in your tracks, your bag falls from your hand as your girlfriend finally appears from around the corner.

“Good day at work?” Alicent asks coolly, tilting her head as she leans against the doorway. Meanwhile, you feel dumbstruck as your eyes scan over her appreciatively, taking in every dip and curve as if you’d never seen any of them before. Your eyes skim over her outfit, a black, lacy bustier perfectly framing her chest, with a matching black thong clinging to her soft hips, fishnet stockings held up by an enticing garter belt, all the way down to black, pointed toe heels. She’d even taken the time to straighten her usually curly hair, smoothing it down into a clean, nearly intimidating style. 

She smirked, brown eyes sparkling at your awe-struck expression, smiling when your eyes finally landed on her face; you couldn’t help but swallow when you saw that she was wearing that expensive red lipstick she only brought out for special occasions, the one you love so much. 

Her heels click on the wood floors as she strides over to you and it’s only then you realize that she has something in her hand – a black leather crop. The sight of it makes your knees weak. 

“I asked you a question, baby,” she says gently, locking eyes with you as she gently cups your cheek with in her hand, “It would be rude not to answer.” There’s a hard edge to her voice that makes you lose what little train of thought you had.

“I… uh,” you stutter, blush rising to your cheeks as you stare helplessly at her, fighting to keep your gaze locked on hers, “W-Work was good, yeah. Same as… as usual.” You finally finish, your chest already heaving as you rub your thighs together, desperate before you even know what’s going on. 

“How wonderful,” she smirks and leans in, giving you a sweet kiss like she normally would, but today it has your head spinning, “What do you think of my little surprise?” She asks, though there isn’t really a question in her tone – she already knows your answer.

“I love it,” you breathe, hardly giving her time to finish speaking as you let your gaze wander over her yet again. “What, uhm,” you cough nervously, “What gave you the idea?”

She smiles again, shrugging; you nearly jump out of your skin when she softly runs the leather crop up the inside of your thigh, starting at your knee and stopping tantalizingly close to your core. “Just got the sense that maybe you’d be into it…” She says casually, like you’re talking about the weather, “Was I right?”

All you can do is nod your head, but that’s not good enough, apparently. Her eyes narrow and she wraps a hand around your neck, not too harshly, mostly just sitting it there but it’s enough to make you whimper in the back of your throat, breath catching as her perfectly manicured red nails just barely dig into your delicate skin. “I don’t think that’s the proper way to address me, is it?” She coos, a faux pout to her lips. 

“N-No,” you say shakily, your eyes searching hers, “No… ma’am?” You try, inwardly cringing at how your voice squeaks. 

She clicks her tongue like a disappointed mother, the sound going straight between your legs, as she fixes you with an intense stare. “Baby, you know how I sometimes call you princess?” She asks, smiling proudly when you eagerly nod, “Well, tell me. Who’s more in charge than a princess?”

Your throat goes dry and you swallow thickly, darting your tongue out to wet your lips before speaking. “T-The queen?” You ask softly, pride feathering out in your chest like the train of a peacock when she smiles and nods again.

“That’s right!” She praises, almost as if she was speaking to a child; perhaps you should be offended at her condescending tone, but, if anything, it just makes your heart beat faster. “The queen. Do you want me to be your queen today, sweet one?” Again, you nod, so she continues. “So, address me properly.”

“Yes, my queen.” You breathe the words, core clenching softly around nothing. 

“Very good,” she praises, leaning in and lightly brushing her lips over the pulsepoint on your neck, “Do you want to keep being a good girl for your queen?”

“Yes, your grace, please.” You say with an eager nod, feeling like you’ll explode if she doesn’t touch you, or so something soon.

“Then be good for me and go to the bedroom,” she nods as she speaks, her big brown eyes looking directly into yours, “And strip.” She finishes coolly, leaving you no room to argue. 

You nod quickly and practically leap down the hallway, blushing when you hear her giggling behind you. As soon as your feet hit the soft rug in the bedroom, you tug at your clothes, quickly shedding your sweater and work trousers before unclipping your bra and sliding your underwear down your legs, haphazardly shoving everything into the hamper because you just know she’ll say something about the mess if you don’t. Finally, not knowing what else to do, you stand by the bed, arms clasped in front of you.

She doesn’t make you wait long and you bite your lip in anticipation as her heels click slowly down the hallway, smiling shyly when you finally meet her gaze again as she enters the room. Just like you knew she would, her eyes immediately dart to the hamper and her smile widens when she sees your clothes from today resting on top. 

“What a good girl I have,” she praises as she saunters over to you, her hips swinging enticingly as she moves. Without another word, she sits on the edge of the bed and gently places the crop down next to her on the bedspread, before she beckons you over with a crook of her finger, “You like your queen’s special surprise for you, huh?” She questions, tilting her head as she peers up at you, her hands resting gently on the curve of your hip. 

“Yes,” you nod, your eyes trailing down to her cleavage before you can help yourself and it’s only then that you notice that she’s breathing nearly as hard as you are, a blush extending down her pale neck and chest, “I love it, my queen, so much.” You nearly whisper, dizzy at the thought that she might be enjoying this just as much as you are. 

“Don’t you think you should thank me for your surprise, princess?” She asks coolly, smirk widening as she sees a look of realization in your eyes. 

“Yeah, yes, please,” you nearly beg, already tempted to sink to your knees.

She smirks at your eagerness, all but laughing when you whine as she pushes herself back further, out of your grasp and into the center of the bed, making enough room for you in front of her. Again, she crooks her finger and you hastily follow after her, kneeling between her fishnet-covered legs. With another smirk, she silently spreads her legs, bending them at the knee enough that the heels of her shoes dig into the bedspread. 

Something between a gasp and a whimper escapes your lips as you let your gaze travel down, between her legs, where you’re met with the shocking realization that the black thong she has on is indeed crotchless. Your eyes stay glued to her center, now beautifully framed by two strips of lace fabric; the sight makes you lick your lips without thinking, taking in the way her folds shimmer, even in the low light of the bedroom. Finally, you manage to rip your gaze away and lock eyes with her again, your blush deepening at the hazy look in her eyes as she leans back on her elbows. 

“Go on, princess,” she breathes, that familiar, aroused rasp finally present, “Thank your queen.”

You spring into action, wrapping your hands around her soft thighs as you lean in, kneeling between her legs. Your eyes flutter as you look up the length of her body while you press soft, sweet kisses to the inside of her thighs, your eyes widening when you see her lean over and quickly grab the crop. 

You jolt as she brings it down, smacking one ass cheek with it, not enough to hurt but enough to leave behind a pleasant little zing. “I don’t believe I asked you to tease me,” she admonishes, a playfulness to her tone still as her other hand brushes into your hair, red nails scratching soothing against your scalp, “Thank me properly.” She commands, guiding your head to exactly where she wants it.

You’re more than happy to obey and you press a kiss to the center of her folds, right on her clit, moaning against her as you feel it twitch against your lips. She lets out a breathy moan as your tongue licks a long, straight line up her center, right down the middle, before your lips gently seal around her bud. 

Your eyes flutter closed again as you softly suck at her clit, moaning lowly in your throat at her familiar sweet taste. You move in just the way she likes, kissing and licking over her heat with a practiced ease, pride blooming in your chest with every moan, whine, and sigh of your name. You shake your head against her, attempting to bury your tongue in her twitching core as the tip of your nose teases her clit, your chin dripping with her when you finally pull back. 

“Princess, fuck,” she breathes above you, head tilted down so she can watch as you feast on her, “Fuck me, come on.” She orders, giving another sharp little spank to your bum with the crop. 

You do as she says, smiling as you flick your tongue over her bud while you glide two fingers through her folds, making sure to get them nice and wet before you slide them carefully into her, relishing the long moan she lets out as you do. You can’t help but whimper as her walls clamp down tightly, pulsing around your fingers as you crook them up in the way you know she loves, your lips sealing softly around her clit again, eyes fluttering as you watch her chest heave. 

“Good fucking girl,” she whimpers, accentuating each word of praise with another slap of her crop against you, the pleasant sting you clench around nothing, “Make your queen come, princess, good girl.” She moans, tilting her head back as you redouble your efforts. 

Your arm aches as you fuck your fingers into her, keeping them quirked up against that small rough patch within her, but you pay it no mind, focusing only on the hand in your hair and the taste of her in your mouth, your hips canting desperately in the air. 

You flick your tongue against her bud once more, in just the right way, and it sends her over the edge with a gasp. You moan into her as the hand in your hair tightens and her walls rhythmically squeeze against your fingers, nearly tight enough to push them out. You move steadily, bringing her through her high as you have so many times before, only stopping when she finally goes lax against you. 

You press kisses against her thighs and hips as she comes down, breathing heavily above you. Eventually, the hand in your hair tightens once more, and you sigh happily as she pulls you up. 

“You did so good,” she praises softly, her voice breathy as she presses her lips against yours; she moans softly as your tongue licks into her mouth before she pulls away to trail kisses down your neck, “So good for your queen, my sweet princess.” You sigh happily, eyes fluttering shut as you straddle her, one of her legs between yours.

Your eyes shoot open as she bends her leg, pressing her fishnet covered thigh firmly against your center with a knowing smirk. “Goodness,” she gasps, her beautiful brown eyes widening once she feels how wet you are against her, “I think you deserve a reward too, for treating your queen so well.”

“Please, holy shit,” you gasp, your hips already moving on her leg, the pattern of her stockings adding a delicious friction, “P-Please, your grace.” You quickly correct yourself when she brings her crop down once more, making your back arch. 

“Good girl,” she whispers, mouthing at your neck. She lets the crop fall to the bed again as she cups your ass with both hands, guiding your hips as you move against her, “Take what you need, princess, you earned it.” She breathes, smirking as you shudder above her. 

You nod mindlessly, swallowing thickly as you already feel the knot in your stomach tightening dangerously, each drag of your clit over her stockinged thigh sends shockwaves up your spine. Your breathing gets heavier and heavier as you get closer and she smiles happily, bouncing her thigh against your wet core in the way she knows drives you insane. 

“My beautiful little princess,” she whispers, red lips ghosting over your chest, “Behaving so well for her queen.” 

You fall apart once her lips seal around one of your nipples, sparks of pleasure bursting behind your eyelids as she carefully sucks the sensitive bud into her mouth, gently teasing at it with her teeth. Your body tenses up as your walls clench again and again, your fingers grabbing at the sheets as you gasp her name. 

Finally, your eyes flutter open as your high subsides. Thankfully, you have just enough presence of mind to roll to the side, cuddling against her as your chest heaves. 

“Holy shit,” you breathe through a small laugh, your face flushed as your eyes meet hers. 

“So, you liked it?” She asks, a shy lilt to her voice now that both of you have had the chance to come down. 

“Liked it?” You question, staring at her wide-eyed, “I… I loved it. That was incredible.” You breathe, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder, “Where on earth did all that come from?”

She giggles softly, a guilty look appearing on her face. “Promise you won’t be too upset with me?” She asks softly. 

“Of course,” your reply is instant as you card your fingers through her soft hair, “Just tell me.”

“I was cleaning a few days ago, when I had that day off,” she explains, swallowing as you nod along, “And I… may have accidentally knocked your diary off the table and then got curious when I saw my name and… yeah.” She finishes, teeth biting at her lower lip. 

Your face reddens a bit, instantly knowing which entry she must’ve seen, but you merely shake your head, about to tell her not to worry about it when she starts speaking again.

“I do feel really bad about it,” she sighs, continuing quickly, “I know it’s a breach of trust but I saw my name and then… I’ll make it up to you, I pr – !” 

She gasps as you cut her off with a sweet kiss, shaking your head dismissively, “Consider it made up.” 

“You aren’t mad?” She asks hesitantly.

“Mad?” You echo, laughing softly, “My sexy girlfriend bought ridiculously hot lingerie, and a riding crop, just to surprise me and fucked me to within an inch of my life and I’m supposed to be mad at her over a little diary?” Both of you dissolve into a fit of giggles as you finally finish, nuzzling happily against each other, “I think not.” You quip, smirking as your eyes search hers. 

“Okay, yeah,” she says with a small eye roll, “I am pretty great, huh?”

“And oh so humble,” you laugh, pressing kisses over the curve of her shoulder before leaning back to smirk at her, “Your majesty.”

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[fastbrother]

The most he’s ever said (E, 16.4k words)

It takes them twenty years.

Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Character Study, POV Draco Malfoy, Down and Out Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Alcoholic Harry Potter, Closeted Harry Potter (for a while), Decades Long Situationship, Infidelity (not between Drarry), Potions as Substance Abuse, Paris, Sexual Content

Excerpt:

“We can go to mine, if you want,” Draco manages after a long time, almost as long as his whole life. “Sure,” comes Potter’s reply, neither too slowly, nor too quickly, eyes still glued to the telly. They’re quiet during the six-floor walk-up. Potter’s heavy steps echo down the curved escalier as he joins Draco on the narrow landing. A clink of keys, a drawn-out squeak, and they’re inside. Potter doesn’t comment on the size of Draco’s room, nor the rest; the bed, propped up by books and crammed between a sink full of empty bottles and the door, the water-damaged wall, the potion vials on the floor. In fact, he doesn’t seem to take in anything at all, his eyes glossy and fixed somewhere beyond the walls of Draco’s room. Draco finds a half-full bottle of wine under the bed, and pours Potter a glass. Potter accepts it, a heavy air of preoccupation hanging over him. They spend another couple of minutes in that viscous silence, side by side on Draco’s lumpy bed, then Potter stands up. Draco’s heart is pounding. Harry sets his empty glass on the stack of newspapers Draco uses to cover the window when it gets too hot. He lingers for a while with his back turned, as if pondering some important decision. Draco wonders if he’ll leave, then, just like that. He doesn’t. He turns. The room is so small, he’s in front of Draco in one step. Draco breathes in, lets his glass tumble next to him. Potter’s hand rests for a beat on the crown of his head, a torturously familiar touch, then slides down across his cheek. He nudges Draco’s chin up. When Draco looks up, Potter’s finally looking back. There’s hunger in those eyes. Draco understands. He swallows past the knot in his throat; gets down on his knees. As he unzips Potter’s jeans, Potter puts his hand back on Draco’s head, and says, “I’m not gay.”

Author's note: Fic claim for my @hd-wireless entry this year! I wrote this story because I wanted to talk about how important it is to say the things we want to say, even when they are implied or we feel we don't need to. A gift for Jojo/@pl0tty 💖

[paladinncleric]

Intruders

Pairing(s): Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

Summary: Jenna and R tackle an "intruder"

Warning(s): Fluff at the end, comedy

Words: 1k+

A/N: So this might be shitty, but bear with me it's my first one here.

"Don't panic, but I think there's someone in our house." was the first thing Jenna said to me after waking me up at *checks phone* 3 in the morning.

So naturally, I panicked.

"What?! Wait what?!" I said, making it very clear I just woke up with my lack of vocabulary.

Jenna pushed her index finger vertically towards my lips to shush me as she strained her ears to hear better. With her finger still pushing against my lips, I looked up at her with my eyebrows raised and my eyes wide with panic. She looked back down at me and said:

"Go check it out."

"What? no."

"You have to, you wear the pants in this relationship."

"Hey! What happened to hating hetero-normativity?" I whispered back as I stared at her bewildered.

"What? You're the one always bragging about topping. So, go be a top."

"Just cause I top in bed, doesn't make me the sacrificial goat in the relationship!"

Jenna sighed and said, "Okay fine, we'll go together."

"Do we have to go though? I mean we can just stay here blissfully oblivious to the danger and sleep."

She just stared back at me blankly, giving me her infamous Wednesday Addams stare.

"Okay Okay fine, let's go." I said sighing as I stood up and pulled up the pajama I discarded in the floor earlier getting in bed. While she got up to get her robe on as I picked up the baseball bat from the closet, I knew it'd come in handy someday.

I grabbed the knob as I gently twisted the knob with Jenna standing beside me holding her breath in anticipation as I opened the door and poked my head out in the hallway. I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw no one there and fully got out of the room while signaling for her to get out too.

As we were about to descend the stairs, we heard a creak sound coming from downstairs. I froze, oh my god I'm gonna die tonight.

"Y/n?" Jenna whispered.

A strangled noise came out of me as I stared downstairs my eyes wide with fear as I still stood frozen there.

"Oh for god's sake." I hear Jenna say as she pushes past me down the stairs. I break from my trance as I whisper-yell her name.

"Jenna! Jenna! wait for me!"

I hurry down the stairs careful not to step on the creak parts of the steps. I finally catch up to her as I tug on her elbow.

"Jen this isn't one of your movies, there's no guarantee you'll be the final girl. Although I think you have what it takes to be one, I think I'll be the tragic love interest though-"

Jenna cuts me off with a glare as she points towards the living room where a shadow can be seen. I immediately go quiet and I hear Jenna gulp as we both move towards the living room, me holding the bat and Jenna holding a random vase she picked up. As we near the entry to the living room I turn to her and signal that we'll charge in at the count of three. I take a deep breath as I feel a sweat trickle down my neck I turn to her and say:

"I love you and if I die tonight you're not allowed to date other people."

She narrowed her eyes at me and said, "Same goes for you too."

With that we shake hands like we settled a deal, and I leave a kiss on her hand as I let it go and finally say, "Okay on the count of three."

"One." We face the entrance again.

"Two." I tighten my hold on my bat.

"Three." And we both run into the room screaming while flailing our respective weapons around.

Two more screams can be heard too as we turn towards the sound and still continue screaming. Suddenly, the lights turn on as all of the screaming abruptly stopped.

"Georgie?!"

"Joy?!"

Both Jenna and I exclaimed, then a slurred voice said from the couch, "Emma." while giggling.

I slumped on the wall next to me as Jenna slumped on me as we both breathed a sigh of relief.

We move on over to the couch to see a drunk Emma mumbling stuff to herself half passed out and look towards our cause of unnecessary terror.

"You guys know that we're in the 21st Century right? All of us have phones?" Jenna exclaimed.

"You people scared the shit out of us, I was almost ready to sacrifice Jenna and run for my life."

"Me too, I already had a plan to push her in the killer's arms and run for the door."

"Fair." I replied.

Both of them gave us a weird stare, and then Joy started explaining, "Anyways...so all of us went out tonight which mind you, you guys declined for which I'm very offended. Then Emma got wasted, but her date ditched her last minute so she didn't have a place to stay for the night."

"So, y'all thought of breaking into our house?" I asked.

Joy glared at me for interrupting her but continued, "Also we're all going back to our hotel room and as Emma was supposed to come stay with y'all from tomorrow for a few days anyway, I thought why don't we just drop her off tonight."

"Yeah, I told you it was a bad idea." Said Georgie holding Emma down from lying on the couch upside down.

"Emma miraculously had a key, so we got in. But the drunken idiot thought it'd be great idea to announce her presence in the house. Georgie saw her and jumped on her to put his hands on her mouth to not to wake you guys but she struggled and caused him to slip on the carpet, which I'm guessing is the sound that woke you up?"

Emma woke up for a moment from her half-conscious state on the couch with her hand raised, said: "In my defense, I thought Georgie wanted to play-wrestle me." and passed out again.

Jenna rubbed her temple with a sigh and said while glaring, "This is the last time you people are entering my home at night without informing me."

Now, as tiny as she is, she's just as scary. So naturally, Joy and Georgie agreed immediately.

I chuckled as I stood up and said, "You guys need a ride home? none of you look completely sober to me."

"Nah, we're good, Thanks though. Hunter's got us covered, he's our designated driver." Said Georgie.

"Yea, he's parked outside waiting for us to drop Emma off." Said Joy.

All of us looked outside to see Hunter jamming out to songs in his car completely oblivious to us watching him.

"Well then, we're gonna get going. Sorry again y'all." Said Joy as she gave us both a quick hug with Georgie following her after hugging us too.

I cracked my neck after locking the door and I looked at Jenna as we both burst out laughing. Terrifyingly, Emma burst out laughing too while half passed out.

"Um ok, time to get her to bed." I said as I picked her up and placed her down on the guest room which will be the drunken's room for the next few weeks. Jenna placed some Advil and a glass of water on the bedside table with a note saying:

"Think before you drink next time <3

-Jen & Y/n/n"

I chuckled as I intertwined our fingers and gave her a peck on the lips. As soon as we reached our bedroom, I sprawled out on the bed exhausted from the events of the night, while Jenna went to the bathroom.

I was almost asleep when I felt someone jump on me, with still a little bit of panic left in me from the night, I jumped startled and fell right out of the bed to the floor.

I could hear Jenna struggling to hold in her laugh as I groaned at the contact my hips made with the floor. Then, I felt Jenna's hand trying to pull me up on the bed again, this time not even trying to conceal her laugh. I relented, as I got up on my own (it's not possible for Jenna to pick up someone almost a foot taller than her) and flopped down on top of her.

"Ugh Y/n/n, get off!" Jenna said giggling and squirming trying to get me off of her. I tightened my hands around her waist as I tucked my head on her neck, contentedly dozing off even with her moving so much.

"Nope, that's what you get."

After a while of struggling, she finally gave up. "Fine, but if I get hot later on I'm kicking you off the bed again." She said as she wrapped her arms around my head while moving a bit to the side so not all of my weight is on her.

With that we both started dozing off...

...until the sounds of throwing up could be heard from the room next to us. I groaned and Jenna deeply sighed as I moved away from her as we got up to aid our poor friend so she doesn't choke to death.

[faraway-archive]

My Own Hole

Yan!Jock x FTM reader

Tw: stalking, force r@pe, non-con/dub-con, smut (of course), yandere behavior, breeding, overstimulation, fucked senseless, semi de-trans, male praise

AN; not really proof read sorry in advanced, this was supposed to be posted on my birthday (Jan 14th) but than I got distracted lol

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You've been living the college life, trying to get by while making sure you're on top of your academics. You got invited by your friends to go to this college sport game to cheer on your college, agreeing since your friend didn't want to go alone. When you arrive and looked around the court, it was humongous and you can't believe that your own college made it to state final. After you and your friend found your seats, you see each team member from your college huddled up with their coach to talk about what you can only assume is their team plan.

While waiting for the game you get the feeling that someone was staring at you but you can't tell from who. Until you look back down at your college team to realize it was one of the sports member, once you notice him, he gave a smile and went back to talking to his team. Confused you looked away and went on your phone, waiting for the game to start.

It was getting intense, one side keep one upping but the other side catches up. You never thought that you would be this into your own college sport team winning. You knew that your college ranked in sport is decent but you never knew they could go this hard. While cheering your team on, you didn't notice the same guy glancing back at you and his eyes widen. He convinced himself that you were cheering for him and manage to get the win within the last seconds of the game being over. Everyone cheered as soon as that final point went in. Everyone was so happy and he wanted to scoop you right up and hug you.

But you didn't even know him, but he knew you. You and him had a class together but never interacted. You sat near the front of the class while he sat in the back. He has always admired you from the first day of seeing you in class. Something about you invaded his mind. He couldn't get enough of you and wanted you all by himself. So he stalked you. Memorizing your schedule, your route to and from college, what your day is like if it's the weekends. He even found your own social media and couldn't get enough of looking at you. He wanted you to be his. His own partner. He wanted you to wear his jersey, cheering him on, visiting and staying at his place. Not to mention the things he wanted to do with you in private, on his bed. He wanted to see you beg for his cock, screaming his name, seeing your body reacting to his cum, cumming inside of you, the whole 9 yards.

Once the game has finally ended, you and your friend took the bus home, leaving him behind. Which was unfortunate for him because he wanted you in his car and to talk to him. But no matter, he will get you to notice him and talk to him. No matter what.

While heading back to your apartment you didn't notice the same guy peeking around the corner. And as soon as you walked in, he quickly scrambled to get in, holding his breath as he was a couple inches away from you. One wrong move and you would hear him. Thankfully though because you were tired, you never looked behind you and bee-lined to go shower. He let out a breath of relief once you left the entry-way.

Carefully he slowly approached your shower as he hears the water flowing, he can only imagine what your body looked like. Biting his lips and touching his harden dick, trying to relive himself but he couldn't. He needed to wait until you got out so he slowly walked to your bedroom and hid near your closet.

After what felt like ages you came out of the bathroom, towel wrap around you as you head towards your closet. With your back to him, he quickly grab you and one hand covering your mouth. Shocked you stood still as he heavily breath down your neck, his hand making your towel drop down onto the floor.

Hand traveling down your tight cunt that's when you came back to reality and tried to wiggle your way out. It was no use this guy was taller, huger and stronger than you. Whimpering you beg him not to rape you and just take what he needed.

Chuckling he mumbled, "The only thing I need is you, darling. I've been watching you for so long and I can't wait anymore." And before you could ask, he toss you onto your bed and clime on top of you. It was the guy from the game! The guy who was looking at you! You couldn't believe it, why would he be after you? He must have seen your confused look and he smirked at you. He already took off his clothes including his underwear. You can see his hard dick twitching at you, waiting to be put into your cunt.

"You like what you see pretty boy? You want this dick in your little needy hole?" Whimpering you slowly backed away but it was no use, he grab your ankle and pull towards him. Rubbing his dick on your cunt, smearing his pre-cum and slowly teasing you by putting his dick in your fold but doesn't fully go through.

"Don't think you can runaway now. I wasn't expecting you to have a tight looking cunt but a dick. But I won't complain. I like having a hole dedicated to my cock. You're perfect for me. I can't wait for my dick to be in this tight boy cunt of yours." Moving his dick to the side, he started to finger your hole. Flinching at the sudden entrance of your hole you squeak, quickly covering your mouth to not let any other sound out.

Smirking he pins both of your hands above you and he keeps fingering you. Slowly moving in and out, rubbing your clit and picking up the pace as your organism reaches near. Biting your lip, you couldn't keep your voice in and you let out a moan. Begging him to let you cum but he stops as you were about to cum. Whining you beg for him to finish you. He enjoys you pleaded look and the way you beg, it was much better than he imagine it would be. Grabbing his cock he gently slaps it against your needy hole.

"You want this? Beg for it more darling." Whimpering, you start begging for his cock, for him to ram it into you, for him to fuck you senseless, wanting him to ruin your hole and your mind. Just begging for him to fuck you. After hearing you beg, he finally gave in and shove his dick in. You let out a big moan and a breathily sigh. You didn't realize how huge his cock was, considering it was sorda hidden from you. You can feel his dick twitching in you, you slowly moved around to get more friction; to ride off of his dick but he never moved. Instead he watches you be a drunken mess trying to get your organism.

After what seems like awhile he starts moving, and moving fast. Both of you ride each other's high and as he fucks you, he lets go of your hands and grabs you waist. To get more leverage and to just ram into you as much as he could. While fucking he leans over to kiss you and you happily kiss back, wrapping your arms around him and legs around his waist, he continues to fuck you senseless. Even after multiple organisms and begging him for stop, he never does and fucks you until the sun comes up.

I hope you liked this~ <3 sorry again for any grammar errors or sentences that doesn't make any sense.

[oneoftheextras]

let me hear you | l.k

masterlist | got a request?

paring: leon kennedy x f!reader

request: “could you please do something with re4 leon where you're edging him and he's whimpering but trying not to?”

words: 3.9k

warnings: smut, unprotected piv, vocal male, hair pulling, oral (f receiving) almost-vouyerism, starts with dom!leon and sub!reader but quickly swaps, not beta read we die like men.

want a handwritten letter from a character?

The game you and Leon were playing was dangerous.

Lingering touches in sensitive areas when you passed each other, catching the other staring at inappropriate places with hooded eyes before they shook their head and bashfully looked away.

The atmosphere was electric with the tension between the two of you, but neither of you were allowing yourself to acknowledge it.

“Mi amigo,” Luis whispered to Leon on one of the rare occasions where you were walking ahead of them and just out of earshot, “When are you going to make a move, ah?”.

Leon faltered in his walking for a split second and it was enough for Luis to latch onto, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Leon grumbled and continued to avoid eye contact with him.

“C’mon, I know you’re trying to be professional, but this is starting to get painful,” Luis chuckled but Leon ignored him.

Meanwhile you found an entry point to help you continue your journey and called them both over, pointing at the ledge you’d found.

Leon went first and then Luis, you were about to jump after them but the ground crumbled under your footing and you started to fall.

He sprung into action to try and catch you while dodging chunks of stone.

You landed on him but knocked him off his feet and onto his back, he immediately rolled you both over so he could shield you from any remaining debris.

He kept eye contact with you, “I’ve got you, it’s okay,” he weakly smiled and you nodded hurriedly.

A few bigger pieces hit him in the back and he grunted at the force but moved himself so he completely encompassed your form.

Once the earth had settled he didn’t move, he just continued to study you as you did him. His eyes shot down to your mouth and you saw his tongue dart out quickly to wet his lips.

He could kiss you right now, it felt like the right moment to, he could tell you wanted him to by the way your lips parted as you watched him with anticipation in your eyes.

“Come on, let’s get moving,” he broke himself away from the fantasy. He needed to keep himself focused on the mission.

The final straw was when the three of you were hiding from a mob of villagers, Luis had insisted that the two of you took the closet and he hid in the cabinet.

Leon’s body was directly against yours. You could tell he was doing his best not to crush you but there wasn’t enough space to be so considerate.

You didn’t think he was aware but from how hurriedly you’d both climbed into the closet one of Leon’s legs hand landed in between yours and a strap from one of his holsters was pressed lightly against your clit.

Mentally you prayed that he didn’t move. You were just thankful that the closet was shrouded in darkness so he couldn’t see your face.

“Leon-“ you whimpered rather suggestively, but his hand shot up to cover your mouth, “Don’t,” he warned, his voice slightly lower than normal, “Don’t say my name like that,”.

You could feel the hot air of his laboured breath against your face and that electricity was back in the air.

The feeling of having his large hand over your mouth made your knees tremble; you repositioned your footing and squirmed in his hold - in doing so, this made Leon have to adjust his own stance, accidentally pushing the holster further against your clit

An impulse jolt went through your body and a soft moan left your lips. “Fuck,” Leon breathed, his grip on your mouth getting ever so tighter, “Not now, please, not now,” he seemed to more be begging himself rather than you.

It didn’t take long for the sound of the mob to fade into the distance and Leon decided it was safe to leave the closet.

He held out his hand for you to step out and you gratefully took it.

“Have fun?” Luis smiled, and at first you didn’t know what he was implying until you followed his eye line and saw - for a split second - that Leon had maybe liked the proximity a little too much.

“Shut up, Luis,” Leon grumbled and headed out the front door. “Mi amor, you’re killing him,” he laughed lightly when Leon was out of earshot, and you followed after the two men.

Leon barely spoke for the rest of the evening, only single words whenever he absolutely had to. 

The three of you found a safehouse to hold up in for the night. He silently sat in the corner checking over his guns as you and Luis talked, but you could feel his stare into the side of your face.

“I-” Luis said, standing up from the couch he was sitting on, “-am going to find us something to eat,” he stretched and walked to the door of the small house you’d chosen as your accommodation for the night.

He stepped out of the door, but before he could fully leave he leaned back in, “I might be a really really long time, you know how hard it is to find something edible around here,” and with a cheeky smile he clicked the door shut behind him.

It was only when Luis had fully left that you got the courage to look at Leon, and you immediately wished you hadn’t. His hands worked his guns, while his eyes were focused on you the same way a lion would observe a gazelle.

“What?” you laughed nervously, but he didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The tension in the air was painfully obvious and neither of you had stopped thinking about what happened in the closet.

His body against yours. His hand against your mouth. The way you moaned. The way he struggled to get his words out.

But you weren’t going to be the one to make the first move, you wanted him to.

In a not-so-subtle way you bent down at the hips to undo your shoes, presenting your ass to him and you heard a sharp inhale from behind you. A small giggle came out of you maybe a little bit louder than you’d intended.

“You’re playing with me,” he eventually said. You turned around, “I would never,” you feigned innocence, watching him continue to reload his gun as he said your name with the same warning tone he’d used before.

A lump of saliva got caught in your throat and you struggled to swallow it, “What are you planning?” he put his gun down with the others and gave you his full attention.

“I’m not planning anything, I’m just waiting,” you shrugged coyly, walking backwards until you could comfortably lean against the wall, “For?” Leon tilted his head to the side slightly, trying to read you from across the room. “You,” you smiled with your tongue between your teeth.

Leon stood from his chair and noted the way you straightened yourself up with anticipation, “Is that an invitation?”, he asked and you tutted, “If you’re looking for permission then this is me giving you permission,” you smiled at how serious he always seems to be.

He walked over until he was stood in front of you, his fame towering over yours. His hand came up to cup your chin, his thumb tracing your bottom lip, “Are you sure?” he hesitated, “Don’t make me ask twice,” you challenged him.

He dipped his thumb into your mouth and you opened it for him willingly, “We shouldn’t,” he sounded as though he was trying to talking himself out of it, but when your tongue massaged the tip of his thumb that seemed to be the breaking point.

“Fuck it,” he muttered, removing his thumb from your mouth and placing his hand on the back of your head to pull you into a passionate kiss, while the other supported your lower back.

The sound of metal clinked as you fumbled to get the latch off of his belt buckle, “Do you need a hand?” Leon pulled his lips away from yours for long enough to lightly mock you.

With the fingers that were holding his belt, you pulled his waistband towards you, “Do you want me to stop?” you matched his energy, “God, no,” he breathed, latching his mouth back onto yours in a feverish kiss.

You almost lost concentration with how desperate he was to kiss you, but you still managed to undo his belt. His mouth travelled from your lips to the underside of your jaw as his hands undid your pants much smoother than you had his.

He helped you wiggle out of them by descending alongside them until he was crouched in front of you. As soon as he saw the slight damp patch on your panties, he left an open mouth kiss on your mound.

You gasped with surprise and he chuckled, lifting up one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. He moved the fabric to the side and left a single lick along your folds.

“Leon!” you panted as he dove into you, swirling his tongue around your clit and making your hips buck forward. His tongue was warm and soft against you, some movements were planned and precise, others he seemed to lose himself in you as he became sloppier.

You laced your fingers in his hair and tugged gently, trying to pull his face off of you - a low groan vibrated out of his throat and into your core. Your chest swelled and you let your head fall back against the wall, for someone who ran his mouth with silly comments, he was proving that corny one-liners wasn’t the only thing it was good for.

Every buck of your hips had Leon gripping your thighs even tighter to keep you still. He couldn’t breathe from both how hard his heart was beating, and how he refused to stop tasting you for even a second.

He was entranced by you. The small sounds you were making when he curled his tongue inside you, and how they seemed to burst from you when he sucked on your clit.

You could feel your orgasm building up already by the way your walls fluttered and tingled, but you betrayed your own urges and tugged on Leon’s hair again to tell him to stop.

It’s not that you didn’t like what he was doing, and if you had the opportunity you would probably let him do it all day and night, but unfortunately you didn’t have such a luxury.

Leon took your hint and pulled away from you reluctantly. He looked so unbelievably good on his knees in front of you, licking the mixture of his saliva and your mess off of his lips, while his chest heaved as he tried to get his breath back.

“You okay?” he panted with concern lacing his voice, “Yeah,” you sighed, “That was great,” you confessed - to which Leon immediately tried to bury his head between your legs again, but you held him back by his hair.

He stayed there, mouth open and looking up at you, it was an image of art.

“We don’t have time,” you explained, and while his eyebrows furrowed into a small scowl you could see that his eyes understood what you meant.

Your grip in his hair loosened and his hands travelled up your sides as he stood - your leg sliding off of his shoulder and landing comfortably into the crevice between his forearm and bicep.

“In that case, I want to fuck you,” he said in a low voice as though he was worried about someone else hearing something so filthy coming out of his mouth, “Can I?” he tilted his head to the side and continued to leave painfully light open mouth kisses along your throat.

You nodded quickly, accidentally bumping his head off of your neck, “Please,” your voice came out as a whisper.

Leon’s kisses stopped for a moment but he kept his head nestled in the space between your neck and shoulder, you could feel the hairs on your neck start to stand from his gentle exhales.

His other hand left your body for a moment and you were going to complain until you felt the smooth head of his cock rub against your entrance. You wiggled your hips impatiently, and felt him smile against your skin.

He isolated the movements to rub himself against your clit, making a trail of noises spill from your lips, the heat in your core from before building up again.

“L-Leon, please!” you whined in protest but he ignored you, instead he went faster, momentarily running himself through your folds so he could collect some of your wetness and continue his assault.

Your noises got louder and this only spurred him on more, “I’m- I’m-” you couldn’t get the words out fast enough as your first climax made your brain go foggy; and a gentle moan interrupted your attempt at a sentence. 

Leon leaned backwards to watch your hips buck and you clench around nothing, a devilish smile on his face. 

He didn’t give you time to enjoy the come down as he rubbed himself against you again, feeling just how much his actions had effected you, “God, you’re so wet,” he commented in such a quiet voice he didn’t mean for you to hear him.

The overstimulation on you clit was too much, and you were about to tell him so when he prodded at your hole. Your breath caught in your throat as he gently pushed his hips forward, you felt the pressure gradually increase until your body gave way and allowed him inside you.

He closed his eyes and groaned deeply at the feeling of your walls slowly stretch around him with every additional inch he gave you. He didn’t let himself fully sheath himself inside you, he pulled his hips back slowly and thrusted back up, savouring the image of him disappearing into you.

All the while you were biting your bottom lip trying not to sound like a bitch in heat with tears starting to water your eyes, “F-Fuck, you feel so good,” he sighed and raised his arm - and your leg - a little bit higher to give him better access.

You couldn’t hold back your moans at the new angle he’d put you in. His gentle thrust faltered for a second when he heard you, but quickly continued with a new found roughness - his hips snapped up into you, bottoming out with a sensitive whimper from Leon.

He immediately cleared his throat and continued his new pace, every push of his hips making your ass and back hit the wall with a thud, if anyone was on the other side they would know exactly what was going on.

“I, ah!, ooh-” Leon attempted to say something but quickly forgot whatever it was, completely drunk on you. You’d never heard these types of noises from Leon and it was making your skin prickle and a shiver go up your spine. You wanted to hear more.

Tracing your fingers up his arms and neck, they found themselves in his hair again. You tugged on a clump of his hair with experimental hardness and a small whimper came out of him, lighting your insides on fire again. 

His thrusts became harder and faster while his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, he returned to kissing your neck as a way to hide his face from you.

“Leon,” you moaned to try and get his attention, he was almost so lost in you that he didn’t hear you but when you say his name so prettily he can’t help but respond.

He move his head back to look at your face, eyes hooded with arousal, “I want to ride you,” you stated and saw his eyes widen slightly with excitement.

“O-Okay,” he nodded, glancing over his shoulder to the chair he was sat on before all this started. He began to pull out of you but muttered a “No, no, no,” to himself as he bottomed out in you again, making an unexpected yell leave you.

He scooped up your other leg and you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck for support. He didn’t immediately move away from the wall, he instead stared down at where the two of you were connected now that he had your legs spread for him.

He thrusted into you a few more times, his lower lip sucking in between his teeth and his eyebrows screwing together. He shook his head seemingly shaking himself out of whatever trance he’d put himself in and walked you both over to the chair.

When he sat down he’d placed both of his hands on your hips so you didn’t slam down onto him and hurt yourself, although a part of you wished he hadn’t, but of course he was being considerate.

You took a moment to find a good placement for your knees, and then lowered yourself onto him, he felt bigger and thicker than he had against the wall.

“Ah-ah, mmm,” he caught his moan by clenching his jaw and you felt disappointed. You rhythmically but slowly moved your hips, enough to allow you both to adjust to the new angle.

Bringing a hand up to cup his jaw, you kissed him deeply and increased your speed, feeling his lips quiver against your own and the vibration of trapped noises staying within his mouth.

“Let me hear you,” you spoke against his lips before kissing him again. His grip on your grips got harder and you gasped when he thrust up into you, obviously an accident, “S-Sorry, ah, I- oh fuck!” he scrunched his eyes closed, “I didn’t mm-mean to,”.

You put your hand under his chin and he opened his eyes to look into yours, his pupils blown out with arousal, “I said, let me hear you,” you repeated yourself, this time making sure he heard you.

“H-Hear me?” he panted, his chest rising and falling drastically, “Yeah, I want you to let out those pretty noises,” you ran your thumb over his bottom lip as you started to drop your hips down onto him harder.

His cheeks heated up again and for a moment he tried to hide his face in your neck again but you pushed him back in the chair with a hand firmly placed on his chest.

“I want to hear how I make you feel,” you made eye contact with him as you spoke and saw him swallow hard our of your peripherals, “O-Okay,” he nodded again, “I can t-try,” he confirmed to you.

You brought your hips upwards, feeling the drag of his cock start to leave you and just when he was almost all the way out you slammed them back down again until your pubic bone met his.

He threw his head back against the chair and a long groan left him, you felt his chest vibrating under your hand.

Spurred on by the goal of hearing every sound that Leon could make, you bounced on him until your thighs started to burn and kept going. He maneuvered you with his hands on your hips, lifting you up and pulling you back down onto him again.

You rolled your hips and felt him hit your g-spot, you fell forward onto him with a particularly loud moan, but he continued bucking his hips up into you. Driven by the feeling of your walls pulsating around him, “Let go, please please, let it go,” he stroked a hand through your hair and watched you come undone around him.

This time he let the moans fall from him freely.

“I’ve wanted, aah!, to do this for - oh fuck fuck fuuck!- so l-long,” he rambled and it was like music to your ears, and you could tell he was close to cumming too by how desperate his hands were spearing you onto his cock.

But you wanted to play with him more, you weren’t ready to give up the symphony of sounds that you were audience to.

“H-How long?” you asked, barely able to catch your own breath, but declining your strokes down to a torturously slow pace. He tried to move you himself, but you put your hands over his as a warning.

A whimper fell from his lips when he realised what you were doing and you felt his cock jump inside of you, “Please,” he begged you, “Don’t stop!”. His lower waterline was becoming shiny with tears that threatened to spill over.

“How long?” you asked him again with firmness in your voice and his eyes met yours again, “After the first night, oh fuck please go faster-”, “-Carry on,” you interrupted his plea. “It was when you-you called me pretty boy,” he panted.

That night was easy to recall, you’d made a one off comment the first night you were together. He’d told you to take the bed while he kept watch out of the only window that wasn’t boarded up, the sunset was hitting his face perfectly and you’d complimented him.

More whines came out of him while you were recollecting the moment he was referencing, it was so long ago now.

“I’m so close, shit aah please-” he urged you, your name coming off of his tongue in a high pitched whimper, “Please let me cum!” he begged and you felt a jolt of electricity fly up your spine.

You were about to give in to his demands when the sound of singing entered both of your ears. The two of you froze in place until you recognised it as Luis.

“Shit!” you cursed jumping off of Leon’s lap and rushing back to where both of your pants lay crumpled on the floor by the wall.

Throwing Leon his underwear and combat pants, you searched desperately for your own, only finding your jeans.

Luis’ singing got louder and you knew you didn’t have time to find them anymore, you hurriedly pulled up your jeans and re-buckled them - glancing towards Leon who was fully dressed again and clipping up the remainder of his tactical gear.

Leon sat back down on the chair and grabbed one of the guns he hadn’t finished reassembling, and you jumped back onto the counter that you were sat on before Luis left, just in time for the man in question to open the door.

The three of you stayed there in silence as Luis looked between you and Leon being exactly where he’d left you.

“I got us some grub,” he finally said, closing the door behind him and holding up two black basses. He made his way over to the small kitchen area, stopping for a moment to smile at you with almost a knowing look.

You furrowed your eyebrows and mouthed a ‘What?’ to him. Instead of answering he glanced down to the bottom of the counter you were sat on; you followed his eyeline to see your panties staring back at you.

Returning Luis’ gaze, he gave you a smirk before walking into the kitchen, “Also, your hair is a mess, Leon!” he shouted from the other room and Leon glanced at you in shock. 

You chuckled to yourself softly, watching Leon try and reorganise his hair and still very much hard in his pants, with only the thought of continuing what you started as soon as possible on your mind.

pls dm me any requests for leon or luis

[jujutsukatsuki]

Memories || B.K

|| in honor of someone sending in a hate mail about my writing and specifically part one of this work, which you don’t have to read to understand this. Here’s part two! This is dedicated to that hater! Listen to Memories by Conan Gray to get the full effect! ||

It had been six months since she saw him, since he broke her heart. Since he walked out the door like she meant nothing. She saw him on tv often, Pro Hero Dynamite, every week it was a report about how he saved the city or was accepting a new award for his heroics.

It wasn’t fair.

She stilled lived in the same apartment, mainly cause they had signed a two year lease so she couldn’t leave. She had finally managed to get herself to stop crying when she would look at the old pictures of the two of them.

She watches the rain out the window, a black cardigan pulled around her as she sees the sidewalks puddled with water. She takes a sip of her red wine as a soft knock breaks the gentle silence of the apartment. The cat she had gotten a month after he left her, gently meows and jumped up on the entry table next to the dark oak front door.

The walk to the door is quick from her cozy chair that overlooks the sidewalk. She looks through the peephole and sees red eyes peering through it at her. She jumps before she opens the door.

“Bakugou?” The use of his last name makes his skin crawl, he groans.

“I just.. can we talk? Y/n?” He looks at her, he can watch the gears in her brain turn as she looks at him. She can see how wet his hoodie is and she can’t help but open the door for him.

He slides in and goes to walk into the living room but stumbles over the cat.

“Who put a fuckin’ cat there?!” He grumbled before letting the cat sniff his hand.

She watches him cautiously, like she’s a wild animal and he’s prey.

Somehow they end up on the kitchen floor, Bakugou is wrapped in a blanket, his clothes put in the dryer. Y/n has her back against the cabinets as she watches him, her knees are pulled tight to her chest as if they were a shield guarding her heart from him.

“I miss you.” His voice is rough, she can see the remainder of the black make up he wore under his hero mask.

“I wish you’d stay in my memories.” She bites back, her tone is sharp, callous, calculated.

“I deserve that.” He agrees and runs his hands through the damp blonde streaks, the black cat named Starfire had curled up next to him.

‘Traitor’ Y/n thinks in her head as she eyes her companion.

“I hate what I did to you.. I was trying to pr-“

“So help me god if you say protect me.” Y/n snaps, her eyes watering from the confrontation.

“Y/n.. baby.. you don’t get it..” he tried to reason, his eyes search hers for any hope that he can explain.

“I get it. I got it when I came home to a half empty apartment and you sat me down and then walked out. I understood when you blocked my number. I understood when you had security kick me out of your agency when I wanted to talk to you.”

Bakugou closes his eyes, the alcohol has gotten to his head and he feels ill, or maybe it’s the guilt for his actions.

“You protected me all through out high school and college and I supported you when you were in hero school and starting out and you faced greater threats then whatever it was this time. You didn’t leave me then. So what was it Bakugou? What the fuck was it?!”

His last name on her tongue feels wrong, he wants to hear katsuki from her pretty lips.

“I.. I got scared. I wanted to marry you but I got scared. I wasn’t ready.” He whispers and moves closer to Y/n, he moves to lay on the ground, his head in her lap.

“Please Y/n… I’m sorry… please understand.”

She can feel the tears fall on the bare skin of her thigh, she thinks about the last few months that they were together in her head. The way he had gotten a call about a nine thousand dollar transaction on his card, the way he always would stand in the closet and be staring at something but hide it away when Y/n would come around. His mom texting and asking when they could go get their nails done even when they had never done that before.

Y/n looks down at the sobbing drunk man and sighs, she rubs the bridge of her nose and squeezes her eyes shut. The sound of the dryer going off rips her from all thought.

“I’ll be right back.” She gently maneuvers out from under him and goes to get his laundry. When she returns with the clothes, he’s still on the floor petting Starfire and whispering to himself.

“Your mom is so beautiful, I wish I never fucked things up.. I miss her every day. I know I ruined her but I could fix it.. make it up.. god..”

Y/n clears her throat and Bakugou sits up quickly startling Starfire who scampers off.

“You can sleep in the guest room. You’re in no condition to drive or walk.“

Bakugou stands up, keeping the blanket tight around him.

“Okay,” he agrees and walks to where the guest room was, he loved this apartment, remembered the day the two moved in like it was yesterday. He opens the door and it looks different. Y/n’s things are in here.

“Wrong door.” Y/n says as she crosses her arms over her chest.

Bakugou turns and opens their old bedroom. The guest room furniture was now in here.

“Why?” He asks and looks at her.

“Couldn’t stand to be in there.” She looks away.

He doesn’t say anything else as he goes into the room.

“Oh. Here.” She grabs his clothes from the kitchen counter and hands them to him.

“Thanks Y/n.” He smiles, his head feels gross, he needs to lay down.

“Yeah. Well good night.”

She walks into her bedroom and closes the door, she puts her back against it and slides down it, hands running through her hair.

Y/n lets herself cry, she sniffles as she wipes her tears on the black cardigan. It’s not fair she tells herself that right as she’s fully put back together he comes in here and fucks it all up, it’s not fair that he can ruin her own self image of herself and run back to her like it meant nothing.

She takes her sweater off and puts on a big t shirt and crawls into bed. Within a few minutes there’s a knock at the door and Bakugou peeks his head in.

“Y/n?” He says “I love you.” He finishes.

Her eyes flick to him and she jumps out of bed, the door flying open to see his full body

“No. No. No. No.” she picks up a pillow and starts to hit him with it, all the rage she had built up exploding out.

“You don’t get to say that! You don’t get to come here and ruin my life over again like you did already! You don’t get to make me believe that we could be something again when you already proved that I was nothing! You made me feel like I was nothing! Don’t you understand that you’re holding yourself back from finding someone you actually love?! I was barely surviving after you left! It’s not fair!” She screams at him, tears rolling down her cheeks like the storm that rages outside.

Her face is red and warm and her body feels like she’s laying on hot coals. Bakugou gently grabs her and pulls her into a hug, she can faintly smell the cologne he always used, the one she still kept in her bathroom. She can smell the beer on him as well. She breaks down in his arms, she can barely hold herself up as he strokes her back and holds her.

“Shhh, I got you. It’s okay.” He whispers and pulls her to the bed, he lays down with her on his chest. He keeps a tight hold.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” He whispers over and over.

They fall asleep like that. When the sun comes up and shines in their eyes, they lay in the aftermath of the storm. Bakugou wakes up first like he always did. Y/n isn’t far behind when she feels gentle kisses on her forehead.

“Morning sleeping beauty.” He whispers

“Hi.” She muttered and closes her eyes once again.

Maybe they didn’t have to be what they were before, maybe they could be something better.

Bakugou gently sits up and holds her.

“I am sorry Y/n.. and I do miss you. Just please.. one shot..”

Y/n takes a deep inhale of the cologne that sticks to his body. She slowly nods.

“Okay.. one shot, that’s all you get.”

“That’s all I need. I won’t fuck up again. I promise.”

[sleepyparalysisdmon]

I saw this and thought of you

An Ah! Love one shot in which Jeonghan gets a little gift for Y/N. 

Requested? Yes!

Genre: just a massive amount of fluff. I am so soft for this couple.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: You definitely don’t have to read Ah! Love to enjoy this, but if you would like the full context, you can find it here. Fair warning, the word count got away from me a bit...

Jeonghan is in the bathroom brushing his teeth when he hears Y/N huff. It’s loud enough to be heard over the scrubbing of the tooth brush in his mouth and he peeks his head out. He hasn’t live with Y/N officially for very long, but it also didn’t take long to do so once finally getting together. He’d kind of already lived a lifetime just trying to figure out how to get here and he felt a ton of relief in being able to say that he’s in a shared bathroom, next to a shared bedroom, in a shared apartment. He liked sharing things with Y/N. Loved it even. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” He says through the tooth paste, careful not to dribble any on his shirt since he’s already dressed for work. 

Y/N is digging through her side of the closet, tossing shoes around. “Can’t find any shoes to wear with this.” 

He dips into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth before stepping out and giving Y/N a once over (or maybe a few times over) and finally says, “Boots? It’s getting kind of cold, after all.”

“Eh,” Y/N groans. “You're right, but I have to be on my feet a lot today. They won’t be very comfortable.”

“Oh. Well, then just wear your chucks. They’ll look fine with that,” he reassures. He thinks she could pull off a trash bag, much less sneakers and dress clothes.

“Can’t,” Y/N laments. “They ripped last week. Badly.” She pulls out another pair of sneakers, though far less loved than the aforementioned chucks that she's in mourning for. “Will this look okay?”

He nods, because really, what’s the difference between one pair of black sneakers over another at the end of the day? Her expression tells him there is most certainly a difference. “That’s tragic,” he says genuinely. “We’ll need to get you another pair.”

“Oh, yeah. But maybe next month,” Y/N says. Money is not exactly free-flowing for two grad students working entry level jobs and trying to afford an apartment in a major city. They’ve made it work, but he knows she’s aggressively penny pinching and will probably continue to for the foreseeable future. “Anyway, they were like ten years old. An incredibly long life for a pair of shoes I wore nearly every day.”

“Chan will be devastated. He puked on those. They were special.”

Y/N bursts into giggles, pelting a pair of socks at him. “You have no idea how gross that was! Wonwoo and I both almost threw up ourselves as a result of trying to clean that up.” 

Jeonghan giggles too, returning the socks and kissing her. “Oh, I have no doubt. I had to take care of him that night, remember? I pretended he didn't exist for a week afterwards.” One more kiss to her lips and he finally sighs. “Don’t be late, I’ll see you later.”

“Love you!” 

His heart still races a little hearing her say that so freely like it's an old habit, but he really, genuinely doesn’t have time to run back and kiss her again, so he yells, “Love you too!” on the way out of the room. He'll make up for it by smothering her with affection when he gets home later.

~

A few weeks later, he meets Seungcheol for lunch. They both work around the block from each other and regularly meet like this, mostly as a way to avoid the awkward lunch conversation with coworkers in their respective break rooms. It's also becoming harder to coordinate time to hang out now that their worlds center around a pesky little thing called full-time employment. Thankful as he is for it, he misses his friends.

They’re walking back from lunch when they pass a store and something catches his eye in the window. Jeonghan stalls out and Seungcheol raises an eyebrow. 

“Are you shopping for you?” 

Jeonghan elbows him in the ribs. “No, dumbass. Who do you think it would be for?”

“I know, I’m just messing with you,” he admits with a smile. “Her birthday is coming up, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but… you know how she is about gifts,” Jeonghan trails off. Outside of a single gift exchange for Christmas last year, gifts are just not something that the two of them do. Some couples do all of the gifts - birthdays, major holidays, and just because. He doesn’t know if Y/N will ever be that kind of person, no matter how much he’d like to spoil her. It’s equally endearing and frustrating how non-materialistic she is.

Seungcheol’s shrugging. "You've mentioned it… but this one is functional. She’ll use the shit out of this.”

It’s like a lightbulb goes off above Jeonghan’s head. Seungcheol’s absolutely right and Jeonghan has no idea why he’s hesitated outside of this store for so long. “You won’t hear me say this often, but you’re right,” he tells his friend. “You can go on if you want, I’m going inside.”

Seungcheol waves him off, saying he needs to get back to the office anyway. 

~

Y/N’s birthday dinner is chaotic. Somehow, everyone managed to make themselves available. Seokmin even came into town to visit specifically for this. This dinner is at the tail end of a particularly hellish week for Y/N in grad school - one filled with a few all-nighters and presentations - in addition to working her normal hours at her full-time job. Jeonghan can see she’s burnt the candle at both ends and she doesn’t want to say anything to ruin the celebration, but Jeonghan will. He makes an excuse that it’s his turn with the birthday girl and lets them take it however they want as he guides her out of the restaurant. He expects the group to go bar hopping anyway, something that he knows Y/N would bail on in a split second.

In the car, he buckles her in, patting her thigh lovingly. “You did good, baby,” he praises, knowing how reluctant she was to show up to her own birthday dinner. She loves her friends and would never dream of disappointing them, but loathes that kind of attention being on her.

Y/N gives him a weak smile, “Thanks. And thanks for the escape route, even if it was kind of suggestive.” 

Jeonghan laughs. “It doesn’t have to be suggestive, but it could be. That’s up to the birthday girl.”

He helps her peel off her shoes at the door and they both change into pajamas, piling up on the couch. He knows this is how she really wanted to spend her birthday, so he puts on the show that they’ve been binging and lets her cuddle into his side. 

“Hey,” he pats her thigh eventually to get her attention, but he ends up waking her. She blinks up at him sleepily. “I got you something, but you can’t be mad, okay?”

Y/N frowns. “Hannie, no. You know I don’t need anything.” Despite the protest, he’s getting up to pull a box from a hiding place in the hall closet. 

“Open it. If you still think it’s unnecessary, I’ll return it,” he promises, placing the box in her lap. She sighs, resigned, and rips the wrapping paper, scoffing when she sees the logo on the box. 

“Hannie, you didn’t have to do this. I would have gotten another pair myself eventually,” Y/N scolds, hands brushing across the top of the box of chucks. 

“I know, but I beat you to it. Take a look,” Jeonghan gestures.

Y/N looks at him, perplexed. “Aren’t they just black?” She doesn’t really wait for an answer, curiosity getting the best of her. Her jaw drops and she pulls out a glittery pair of black chucks. “No way,” she starts in disbelief. “No way!” This one is a little choked and he watches as she tears up. 

“I couldn’t help it. I saw it and thought of you. You know I’ll always feed both your chuck habit and your glitter habit.”

Y/N puts the shoe back in the box, hands covering her face as her shoulders shake a little bit. He wraps her up in a tight hug. “Is this a good cry or a bad cry?” He asks, mostly because this happens so rarely that he’s not sure. He can count on one hand the times that he’s seen her cry, and she’s usually quick about wiping her eyes and moving past it. He likes that she's tough like that, admires it even, but also likes that she'll let her guard down like this in front of him. Like he's a safe place.

“Good,” Y/N answers, voice jagged. “It’s nice. Thank you, Hannie. I like that you see me. Really see me, you know?”

Jeonghan does. He’s always felt that way about her. When he met her nearly a year and a half ago, he was totally unnerved by how she saw right through him, but now he loves it. He wants her to know that he’s trying to get her the same way she gets him. 

“So, I don’t have to return them?” He asks with a hesitant smile, though he thinks he knows the answer already. 

Y/N gives a watery laugh, wiping her eyes. “No, you don’t. I’ll keep these. You’ll never be able to take it from me.”

“At least not for another decade,” Jeonghan muses. “I’ll find you another pair then.” He hopes her heart is even half as full as his is. 

[anama-cara]

Take care

Boston Era!Joel Miller x you

Part 2

Summary: You're a nurse working in the Boston QZ and when a handsome new patient comes in you just can't help yourself. Word count: 1.4k

Warnings:  Dead Dove Do Not Eat, +18 minors dni, handjob, somnophilia, noncon. reader has no physical descriptions such as skin color or body type

You fucking hate it here- you hate Boston, hate FEDRA, hate your job, hate the world, hate your life. You need some excitement, something new. You're working as a nurse in a dirty QZ hospital. It's such a fucking joke. The hospital (if you can even really call it that) looks like an abandoned building. The lights flicker, the glass windows are shattered, the floor is always covered in grime, some of the brick walls are even crumbling in the front. Whenever a surgery needs to be done they just dip the instruments in a bucket of alcohol, theres no such thing as a sterile procedure anymore. There aren't enough supplies or staff left to properly function as a real hospital. There are only a few doctors for a ton of patients, some people that come in don't even get seen by a doctor. So that's where you come in, the nurses. You aren't even an actual nurse, you've never been formally trained. Before the outbreak you were a radiology tech, and once the QZ was set up they went around asking for anyone who was in the medical field. You volunteered, but you had no idea it'd be for a job like this. They just threw you to the wolves and over the years you've improvised and learned what works. It was messy in the beginning, you were scrambling and scared and had breakdowns almost daily. But now you feel like a hardened nurse, numb to most things. 

You're sitting in the "break room" munching on some jerky and absentmindedly kicking at a smudge mark on the ground with your boot. 

There's a flurry of commotion the hallway and the door flies open. 

"Jen?"

Your friend pokes her head in. "Oh good you're here, come on, we've got an intake. Male in late 40s, early 50s. Stab wound. "

"Is the doc coming to take a look?"

"Nope. Busy. It's on you."

"Me? He's not my patient and I'm supposed to be on break."

She laughs. "Yeah sorry. I would. You know I would. But my plate is full. I got a gun shot wound that's infected that's taking all my time. I wouldn't throw you this one if I didn't know you can handle it."

"Of course Jen. I got your back." You're following her down the hall rushing towards the emergency entrance.

"Thanks. Two guys brought him in." She nods to a room at the end of the hall on the left. 

"OK thanks Jen." You give her a nod and head towards your newest patient as she bustles down the corridor. 

"Hello I'm- shit." This is the kinda shit you're getting sick and tired of. The men just dumped him and left. Your patient is fully unconscious, laying flat on his back on the exam table, wound still bleeding. This guy needs a doctor, but you're all there is. You sprint for the supplies closet, grabbing alcohol wipes, gauze and suturing materials. With your arms full you rush back to the room. Good thing he's unconscious, you think, because this is going to hurt and the hospital ran out of pain meds long ago. 

You tug and rip his flannel shirt open, making the buttons pop off. You're tearing open packets of gauze and trying to clean his wound so you can get a good look at the entry point. Finally after wiping away the dried and fresh blood you get a clean view. You begin disinfecting. There's an open gash about four inches long running underneath his ribs on the right side.

You blow out a deep breath, pull up a chair and get to work closing the laceration. 

--

An hour later you push yourself up, set your instruments aside, wipe the sweat from your brow and look over the stitches. Given the circumstances its looks pretty darn good, you're actually proud of yourself. 

You look your patient over, eyes moving past his wound and taking him wholly in for the first time. 

He's probably in his early 50s, patchy graying beard, tan skin, ruffled hair. His flannel shirt you ripped open reveals his hard chest and soft tummy. You study his sleeping face, the creases in his brow and the hard angles of his jaw and nose. He's undeniably handsome.

You notice the blood on his flannel and you sigh as you stand up from your stool. You stretch, back aching after leaning over him to sew his wound. You reach for his flannel and begin tugging his limp arms out of the sleeves. You pull the bloody shirt out from underneath him and toss it on a nearby table. His arms are muscular and you notice a few scars here and there. Your hand reaches out on its own accord to lightly trace over a jagged white line on his bicep. He twitches at your touch and your hand quickly pulls away. 

You move down to his jeans. After unbuckling his belt you slowly pull them down, trying to be as gentle as possible. Now that the immediate danger of the bleeding stab wound has been dealt with you need to do a physical exam and make sure he has no injuries elsewhere. You toss his pants on the table and walk back to your patient, examining every inch of his beautifully tanned skin. You can get him a hospital gown later. Your hand traces up his leg and you watch it as it moves over his dark hair, over his knee and rests on his thigh at the edge of his boxers. You shift your gaze higher and to your surprise you see his hardened bulge pushing against his boxers. You gulp and your hand lightly glides up and down his inner thigh, tracing along his muscle. You shoot a glance up to his face - he's still out. You look at the closed door and try to listen. You don't hear anyone in the hallway. The only other nurse on duty in your unit of the hospital is Jen and she's definitely still occupied with that gunshot wound...

You reach up and with one hand you pull the waistband and his boxers out while your other hand slips underneath, wrapping around his hard cock. His cock twitches when you first touch him and you smile. You slowly move your hand all the way down, feeling the full length of him. Damn he's got a nice one. You swallow the spit that's pooling in your mouth. You drag your hand back up and your thumb runs through his slit and circles around the head. You look at Joel's face again. He's still completely out but you think his brow looks more furrowed and his mouth a little more opened. You continue to gaze up at him as you twirl around his head, feeling precum beginning to bead at his tip. You swipe and gather it on your index finger before popping it in your mouth. Salty and warm and deliciously masculine. You pull your finger out and hold up your hand as you tounge it, licking your palm and fingers.

Your grab his cock again, pumping him faster now as your hand glides over his warm smooth skin. You hum to yourself as you work. 

Minutes later and you feel him tightening. You quickly grab a cloth from the table and tuck it under his boxers just in time. He erupts under your hand, ribbons of messy cum spilling into the cloth. When he's done your pull the cloth out and wrap it up neatly, keeping everything it caught tucked into the middle. Joel's eyelids flutter and he makes a groaning noise. He'll be waking up soon. You place the dirty cloth in the laundry bag and step into the hallway to grab a patient gown from the clean linen cart. You wash off your sticky hand and quickly dress him. You're tidying up your instruments when Joel finally wakes up, groaning as he tries to sit. 

"Woah mister careful, you got a pretty good gash in your abdomen there. Easy. Just relax. You're in the hospital now. I'll take good care of you." 

You smile pleasantly at him. 

[bitchlessdino]

TPC: Minghao is the master of Beer Pong

Series

Pairing: Minghao x afab!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.5k

tags: cocky!minghao, manhandling, oral (reader giving), rough, fingering, wall stuff, choking (on cock and without), balls in mouth 😭, cum swallowing, dirty talk, heavy degradation, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie

Summary: Winning a game of beer pong is no easy feat, so he insists he and his pong partner finds the nearest closet to celebrate.

author note: did i have a plan for this? no. but enjoy minghao being a menace

Tag list: @iwouldbangchan @1uvlywon @just-here-to-read-01 @candidupped @minnie-mouser22 @shiningstar-byulxx @90s-belladonna @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @homerunhansol @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han @lovelyhan @gibbysupremeacyisreal @cuntdino

Losing is not an option for Xu Minghao, even if you are his beer-pong partner.

Beer pong to most is a mere drinking game, but to Minghao, it is one of the many things he could brag about being good at and he likes knowing that he’s better at things than some people. It is simply his vice.

He admits when you volunteered to play a game as his partner, he was the slightest bit worried you’d skew his unusually positive results, but he’s Xu Minghao. He did exactly what needed to be done and as expected, his reputation precedes him. 

He was launching balls like a skilled master, landing every shot when it was his turn, filling every one of the opposing cups in pristine precision. Eventually, he is nothing short of a victory, and a victory meant a reason to celebrate.

“S-shit, you’re so much better than imagined you’d be.” 

Your hands are flushed around his girth, while your mouth is unremorseful as you cover every inch. His body relaxed on the wall behind him, heavily depending on the single lightbulb above your heads to focus on your glossy gaze that stares back at him in hunger.

Usually, beer isn’t enough to get Minghao’s mouth running, so that impelled him to make the game a bit more interesting by adding kaoliang liquor in a few of the cups. Not that it mattered when he started drinking straight from the bottle. You, however–a lightweight having your fair share of losses–drank two or three of the cups, resulting lack of inhibition when it came to your beer-pong partner, who couldn’t look more edible than the microwave burritos you were also craving.

He throws leisure jerks back at your throat, guiding you with his fingers through your hair that is wrapped in knots around his knuckles. The initial pain from the grip subsides with his filthy praises as he fully darkened glower watches you take him inch by inch. You muffle your moans in your venture, nails digging into the flesh of his thigh, and in the right light, Minghao can catch the delectable glisten of your drool falling out the corner of your lips.

“That’s right. You want to drain my balls down your throat, don’t you, filthy slut?”

Minghao isn’t himself with the alcohol in his system–or so he is rationalizing in his head–so the dirty talk is all coming from his ass, but if he knew any better, he’d think you’re enjoying it. A smile stretches so wide on your face, a giggle can’t help but escape from his. He adores seeing you work so hard, especially for his benefit.

He sees and feels your head bob in response, and in turn, he groans, thrusting back into your narrow pipe. His balls hit your chin, plugging the entry of oxygen, and your mascara runs down your cheeks from tears that finally shed.

“You’re taking my cock so fucking well,” his thrusts get harder, pushing himself down deeper, and the whines suppressed around him release in vibrations up his length. Minghao shudders violently. “Fuck, you little…stupid…slut…”

It’s interesting how bad you are at beer pong considering you quite literally are taking him balls deep, puffing your cheeks up similarly to a chipmunk storing away nuts in their mouth. It is impressive, shocking, yet so enthralling. He holds you by the back of your head, stilling your mouth over his entire structure, and his thick, viscous cum runs hot down your throat. He clenches his abdomen, holding you down, and still fucking your mouth until breathing becomes a foreign action even through your nose.

You cough when Minghao pulls out of you, his cum trailing down your chin and neck. He makes sure you're okay, pulling you up from the ground. The warmth in his eyes gives you whiplash, having you nod without even considering what words had left his lips. It’s in that split second before he pins your chest against the wall, hand cushioning against your ass.

“Think it’s your turn. Time for your reward.”

The tip of his digit glides up the curve of your posterior before his entire hand rams down your pants and tugs them off to expose your bare cheeks. The draft within the closet you’ve hidden away hits your skin before Minghao’s palm does, making yelp from the stinging of your flesh. You latch forward to the wall you’re embracing, his digit gliding over your arousal-moist lips and coating himself in a thin film.

“Shit, my cock made you that wet? How cute.” He swats your ass again, his moist thick lips catching the nape of your neck.

You moan his name, drunken and horny, and that same digit plunges into your core as his body presses against you. You feel his cock—once depressed from climaxing—start to inflate again and nudge against your back. You’re trembling, but don’t fear what’s to occur.

“Aren’t you glad we won,” he asks, pushing another finger inside. His knuckles press into the plush of your ass, the distance closing between him and your g-spot. You gasp, clenching around him desperately. Sounds of anguish overtake you as he bites against your neck, fingers competing with the speed of light. “You get to have me finger fuck you just. Like. this. That’s what you wanted, isn't it? Have you come apart around my fingers after you’ve eaten my cum?”

You swallow your affirmations, embarrassment written all over your face until he slams you forward, and your burning cheeks squish harder against the cold wall in front of you.

“You’re not going to answer me? Slut?”

“Yes.” You manage to breathe out.

He scoffs. “You gonna be a good slut and take my cock after you’ve had your fun?”

“Y-yes, Minghao.”

His breath is hot against your neck, pace accelerating. “So. Obedient.”

You can feel his smile send shivers down your spine, crying his name while you are whimpering for more. You’ve become one with the wall and don’t remember a life before it, too lust blind to focus on anything else. Meanwhile, Minghao memorizes every sound you make, determined to ingrain it into his internal storage for future occurrences to reference. His mind boggles at the kind of specimen you are, so malleable and edible he wants to make every part of you shake with ecstasy. He’d kill to be the one to give you the most intense orgasm you’d ever have and he is eager to try.

He withdraws his fingers when you’re seconds away from climaxing and replaces them with his cock, fucking yours at the same pace his fingers once did. “Hao!”

Your whimpers come out high-pitched to the point of nearly shattering glass if any existed in this cramped space. Minghao’s chest—completely gotten bare without ever getting noticed—burns against your skin. You feel the slickness of his tongue run up your neck before claiming your lips, his free hand forcing you to turn your head to him by your chin.

“That’s right, you take my cock,” he mumbles. Hot pants leave his tired body, but his legs not showing him giving out. His body slammed your front harder against the wall, so hard already imaging the type of bruises he’s left behind. “You like me…fucking you deep and hard…just like this?”

“Yes, yes,” You squeak, your body not even getting a second to take a break from his manhandling.

Although he was lean, he was toned, powerful, and had a grip stronger than any industrial glue in existence. The strength Minghao had in his arms and thrusts were unlike anything you expected and you couldn’t be happier to find out you were wrong.

“Pussy so good and wet for me, Shit.”

Although it feels amazing how he handles you, you crave harsher treatment, one that would leave you sore the following day and immobile the next. Knowing Minghao’s ego, all he needed was little encouragement. He couldn’t risk ending without a proper burial of him inside you. “Fuck me harder, please…I need more, let your cock give me more…I want you spilling inside me please.”

“Greedy little fuck,” he says through gritted teeth and forces himself to take faster strokes, now holding you by the neck.

The pressure of his fingers digs into the column of your neck and works its way to cutting off your airways. You claw at the walls, your eyes begin to roll back to your skull, and clenching for dear life as you take in his vigor. It hurts, it’s bliss, it’s heaven.

“Stupid. Fucking. Slut.”

You cum without warning, gushing around his length warmth, pushing your ass up against him with a low groan. That was his breaking point. Vulgar words escape the same way as his fat climax does, harsh and unforgiving, he fills your inside like it’s his canvas. All you can feel is pure heat and your legs begin to buckle before he holds you back up, caressing your legs. 

“Shit,” you mutter, hand over your chest feeling your heart. “That…that was good.”

There’s a lingering silence and somehow you’re able to sense the tension in his form. “Good. Just good.”

“Great, Hao. It was great,” you emphasize.

“Well, good if you think that was great, but we’re not done. I’m not done.”

“But hao–”

“I said I’m. Not. Done. Not until I give you the best damn orgasm you’ve ever had.” He presses you up against the wall in that familiar way, dark eyes glaring back at you determination, fueled by spite.

“Understood?” 

[bellaxgiornata]

This is sort of a headcanon one but also a bit like the title one too I guess?

I’m curious how Matt and reader (from whichever of your stories you think fits best) would react getting back to find a raccoon has gotten into some alcohol and they now have a random drunk raccoon in their apartment?

Honestly I have no explanation for why I’m asking this, I just thought it would be hilarious to find out how they would react. I also have no idea if alcohol harms raccoons but for the purpose of fun, let’s assume the raccoon is completely unharmed, just intoxicated

(Yeah idk 😂. Have fun figuring this one out)

I am so sorry for the delayed response to this one (and the others I still have from my follower celebration, which I promise I will get to them all at some point, I have not forgotten)!

I've also been internally dying every time I read this one because it screams FFTD Matt and Reader. Like, I have no idea how a raccoon makes it up to the sixth floor of an apartment in Hell's Kitchen, but I don't care because I love this so let's go with it!

Headcannon is below the cut as usual!

Matt and Reader are coming home from a night at Josie's where they'd been drinking with their friends. Both of them definitely have had a couple of drinks and are feeling a little buzzed.

The entire way up the elevator to their floor, Matt is being a little handsy and whispering his usual flirty comments into Reader's ear. Her body's reaction to him as per usual is further riling Matt up.

But when they finally step into the apartment, Matt sobers up a little bit because he notices something is off. Something doesn't smell right and he hears noises that don't appear to be coming from where Mittens is sitting in his cat tree.

Reader immediately catches onto the way his demeanor has changed and asks him what's going on, but he only holds up a hand to quiet her and whispers, "Stay here."

Matt gradually makes his way down the entry hall, his head shifting back and forth as he tries to focus his inebriated senses on whatever is happening.

Eventually he stops by the leather couch, a look of sheer confusion on his face that Reader can see from the bright light of the billboard across the street.

When she asks what's going on, Matt slowly replies, "I...think there's a raccoon in the kitchen. And it-" he stops to audibly sniff, "-smells like it's gotten into the beer."

Completely shocked, Reader cautiously hurries down the hall over to Matt in the living room, flipping on the lights as she goes. She spots Mittens in the top of his cat tree by the window first, noticing how he's sitting pin straight with his ears back and focused on something in the kitchen.

When she slowly turns to follow both Matt and Mittens' gaze, she spots a chubby raccoon sitting on the kitchen counter and partially leaning against the opened jar of trail mix she just made yesterday for Matt, looking as if he's struggling to hold himself upright. On the floor in front of the fridge, there are two empty bottles of beer.

"Oh no," Reader mutters, which immediately has Matt asking what's going on. "He definitely drank some of your beer, Matt. And he's--he's eating your trail mix..."

Matt's expression immediately changes to something dark and serious. "I'm sorry, he's eating my what?"

Before Reader can respond, Matt's hands are on her shoulders and he's ushering her back away from the kitchen. "Take Mittens," Matt orders her, "and get in the bedroom. Let me deal with this."

"What're you going to do?" Reader asks, scrambling to grab a confused Mittens out of the cat tree.

"I'm getting that thing out of here and saving my trail mix," he answers, heading over towards the closet with his suit.

"Matt," Reader says, eyes going wide as she backs into the bedroom with Mittens in her arms, "please tell me you're not about to beat up the poor drunk raccoon for eating your trail mix."

Matt stops in front of his steamer trunk and glances back towards Reader and Mittens, a scandalized look on his face. "Of course not, but I'm also not about to approach a drunk raccoon without any sort of protection on. I'm not crazy."

Reader slips into the bedroom with Mittens in her arms, sliding the door shut after herself as she shakes her head, whispering under her breath, "So help any man, woman, or drunk raccoon that gets between the Devil and his trail mix."

"I heard that!" Matt shouts back.

Moral of the story, don't touch Matty's trail mix. He'd even fight a drunk raccoon for it--and honestly, I'd love to see an inebriated Daredevil wrestle a drunk raccoon away from his trail mix and out of the roof access door. Though...I'm not sure how clean that jar of trail mix would be now after tiny little raccoon hands were all up in it...

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tags @schnarfer, @sawymredfox, @burntheedges, @beefrobeefcal, @secretelephanttattoo

@ace-turned-confused, @yxtkiwiyxt, @burntheedges

Also, I know it's been a couple of weeks since I've done one of these so shout out to all the people who tagged me before.

I come bearing one WIP preview because I'm very excited to get the story done. The final entry for Din and Cam Girl has begun. Look for Fifteen Months soon.

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“I thought of a solution,” you say with a small smile. “Close your eyes, Din.” 

He tilts his head and raises an eyebrow, giving you a curious look before he obeys and shuts his eyes.

You quickly open the closet and pull out the surprise, placing it in his hands. “Okay, open now.”

He opens his eyes to find a silver helmet in his hands.

“So, that one dude you like from that space movie? I ordered one of his helmets…”

He admires it, turning it in his hand.

“The bounty hunter “ he muses quietly. "My favorite."

“I was worried about copyright soooo I painted it silver instead. But this way… you can be on camera with me without anyone seeing your face.”

His dark brown eyes look up at you, a wicked smile spreading across his lips. 

“Put it on Din.”

His handsome face is slowly covered by the silver helmet.

“It even modulates your voice a bit…”

Din sits clad in his black sweat pants and plain black t shirt now with the silver helmet atop his head. He’s so large in it, intimidating and powerful.

“How’s it feel?” you ask, staring at your bounty hunter disguised boyfriend.

“Good, just fine” his voice comes out different from the speaker. A little more tinny, crinkling with feedback—just like how you first heard him through your computer speakers. You’re ridiculously turned on by it. 

“You look… good," you admire. “Really good baby.”

His posture shifts as he leans back in his chair, almost looking like a king with the helmet on… like it was made for him.

"Then, come show me how good I look, pretty girl."

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Tagging: @mothandpidgeon, @jolapeno, @justagalwhowrites, @magpiepills, @luxurychristmaspudding

[papayatori]

Fall away (p7)

Inumaki Toge x fem!reader

He’s so pretty HELP

My second mission had finally come. Gojo had sent Maki, myself and Inumaki all together this time. I was concerned about what might happen since Gojo didn’t really fill us in on anything, though, Toge’s reassuring grip on my hand and Maki’s unwavering smirk kept my cool for me. I smiled a little, letting myself relax in the back of Ijichi’s car.

“Not too much farther, now. He called to us from the front.

I gazed out of the window, dreamily smiling at the beauty of Japan outside of the city. It truly was something to gawk at.

“Tuna.” I heard from beside me. Toge was gazing with me, at least I thought he was,

Toge’s eyes were set on you, how you looked when your eyes sparkled with excitement. He could tell you hadn’t gotten out since your last mission other than a few times, he wanted to give you that kind of excitement himself if he could possibly.

I looked up at him, blushing at his soft gaze. His violet eyes were shining, and though his collar covered his face, I could tell he was smiling at me.

Suddenly, the car came to a stop, Ijichi signaling to us that we had arrived.

“We suspect there are several semi-first grade spirits living here in these abandoned apartments. They’ve been evacuated for good measure of our precautions, though we aren’t sure what really lies within these walls.” He stated clearly. He pushed up his glasses slightly before continuing, “be careful, I’ll be here if you need.” He gave us a small look of confidence. It wasn’t everyday that Ijichi took a liking to a group of sorcerers, and I was rather proud of it,

Maki, staff in hand, pointed towards the buildings, there were three of them in the complex.

“I suppose we’ll each tackle one, we have ways to contact one another if need be.” She looked at me as if she knew something that I didn’t, I shrugged it off before I could relish on it.

Inumaki squeezed my hand one more time before dropping it and looking at me with a serious expression on his face. His violet eyes were full of something I couldn’t name, his brows knit perfectly to frame them.

“Salmon.” He stated plainly before we all took our leave to our respected buildings,

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_ ••Maki••

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My footsteps echoed as I stalked through the empty hallways. The wallpaper was peeling from the thin, plaster walls that separated the rather large building on the inside. It felt almost like a maze. I couldn’t sense anything due to my own lack of cursed energy, but something definitely felt off about the place.

I opened one of the doors, revealing a small living space that was hardly suitable enough for the homeless. It smelled of mildew and mold, in fact it shown plainly on the peeling walls of the small room. A mattress lay in the floor, tucked away in the far corner. There wasn’t even a window.

It sort of felt like a prison to me, if not worse than one. I had seen cells more suitable than this. Who would subject themselves to something like this?

I stood in the center, allowing myself to feel whatever weird sensation had risen into my bones, seeped through my skin. I heard faint water dripping from somewhere, could that be where the mold had come from?

“I didn’t realize Gojo was sending us off to be house maids.” I said to myself.

I found myself following the noise, finding a smaller room that I had mistaken for a closet upon entry, it seemed to be a bathroom.

The faucet wasn’t completely shut off I had realized, it didn’t take a curse user to find a faulty nozzle. I chuckled to myself before opening the faucet more.

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_ ••inumaki••

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I watched her walk away without a second thought. She was confident, evident in succeeding. Her hips swayed gently, enough to show the confidence with each step she took, and I was utterly mesmerized. Though, I was equally terrified.

Something didn’t feel right about this place, and I wasn’t sure we would make it out unscathed as she had last time. Cursed energy radiated around us predominately, and I was aware that neither of my partners could sense it. Y/n wasn’t really sure how to harness her abilities yet, and I knew Maki had no cursed energy to speak of for herself. I wasn’t exactly sure why Gojo had sent the three of us together, sure y/n was my girlfriend, but I didn’t exactly see how our abilities matched up at all; besides, did Gojo even know anything about y/n and I?

I scoffed listening to my thoughts, I needed to shut them out before it interfered with the mission; but I couldn’t stop thinking about whether or not she was safe. I scolded myself mentally for falling so hard for her, in my line of work there was nothing that could keep her safe but herself should the situation arise, and I had known that from the beginning.

A small drip pulled me from my thoughts. I halted my steps, finding myself in a room that I assumed to be one of the apartments. It was small, weary, and falling to pieces. I glared at the sound, attempting to find the source if it. I opened the small door I had been eyeing across the room revealing a small bathroom with a sink on the wall. The place was old, and smelled like utter shit. Though, it was a bathroom.

I turned the faucet to the sink, thinking it might stop the insufferable noise of the dripping. Had we been sent on a plumbers job? Gojo couldn’t be serious.

Immediately, I felt a surge of cursed energy from within the walls, within the entirety of the room itself. I unzipped my collar, readying for whatever was coming for me. I felt my skin crawl from sheer power.

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_ ••y/n••

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My thoughts wandered as I entered the building. I felt immensely insecure about how well trained I was to be on a mission like this, even if it was my second time. I knew Gojo was prone to being reckless and stupid at times, and given the strange aura I had been feeling since setting foot on the grounds, I was certain this was one of those occasions.

My ears twitched, hearing faint dripping water from inside one of the rooms. I hurriedly threw open in of the doors, doing my best to remain calm and steady. My life very well could depend on my mentality today. I opened my mind, trying to force my way into the head of whatever cursed spirits lurked sighing the place. I was met with nothing but faint voices. That was something, at least.

They continued to mumble, two voices I could make out roughly. No, there were only two voices speaking in my head. I felt my senses heighten, my adrenaline pour through my viens.

Drip

Drip

Drip

I opened the small door on the far side of the room, revealing the source of the noise I had been searching. My mind had calmed, as had the incessant mumbling in the back of it. I closed the faucet, hoping to ease the ache of my head.

Cursed energy poured through the faucet as the dripping continued and grew louder. I jiggled the faucet once more, I was sure it had been cut this time. More energy could be felt from within the walls, the pipes, the intricate system of plumbing within the crumbling and cracked walls of the apartment building. I scoffed, trying to keep myself at bay. I could feel the hunger for blood rise within me, another voice this time taking over my own thoughts.

Kill, kill the cursed spirits who are trapped within their birthplace. End their suffering.

My skin was cold, crawling with sweat and grime, even that wasn’t my own. I opened my mind once more, reaching for whatever thing was living within the walls of this place.

I heard those two faint voices once again, I felt adrenaline, eagerness, fear. Why was I feeling these things?

My mind flicked back into Inumaki’s bedroom, the night where I had learned I could speak with him without actually speaking, with my mind.

I was confused, unsure if why I was recalling such an insignificant piece of my history-

“…we have ways to contact each other if need be.”

Drip

I reached out with my everything, feeling everything the other two inside of my mind were feeling. I felt a pain in my left shoulder, a harsh one as I was shoved to the ground. I looked up in shock, but nothing was there.

One of the consciousnesses had cried in pain, I heard it clearly, and it was Maki.

I stood up quickly, reaching out once again.

“Are you hurt, Maki?” I mumbled to myself. I felt a small shock within me before a small feeling of reassurance.

“So, you’ve figured it out, eh?” I heard Maki whisper. I could hear her smirk.

“Answer the question.”

“I’m fine, nothing I havent dealt with before. Though keep an eye out, this one is tough.”

As if on cue, I felt another sharp pain, but this time I looked up to see a watery cursed spirit.

He was translucent, I could see its organs, its heart beating wildly as it glared at me with a dark smile. Its beady eyes seemingly narrowing at my presence. It groaned before launching at me once more.

I dodged with ease, feeling my muscles pump with adrenaline again, except this time, it was my own.

I felt a tug in the back of my mind. I knew it must have been one of the other two. I could feel Toge’s presence wrapping itself around my thoughts, I knew he was looking out for me even from far away. I smiled, dodging another blow that could have been fatal.

I ran down the hall, hoping the spirit would follow me outside. I needed a little room to work with if I wanted to fight it, these cramped apartments were doing my skills no justice. My throat burned as I continued running, feeling another tug on the invisible line of my consciousness.

“Don’t die on me, Toge.” I mumbled to myself, earning a sharper tug this time.

“I guess I don’t have a choice now, do I?” I heard from somewhere in my mind. I smiled. It was odd to hear Toge say anything that wasn’t a rice ball ingredient or a command, though I couldn’t deny the rush of butterflies I felt just listening to his voice. I prayed no one felt that from whatever mental communication we had going on.

I looked back at the spirit, hearing that insufferable dripping and sloshing from its watery husk. I had never seen one like it before, regardless of how little experience I had had in battle. I wondered if it would surrender itself to me, too.

The mumbled thoughts continued to run ramped as I stood in the hallway, unable to find my way out of this crumbling shack. Defeated, I readied myself for battle.

In the middle of the hallway, I could feel the spirits will for me to die, its teeth gleaming as if bloodthirsty and hungry. It hadn’t spoken to me, which was a good sign, but I also hadn’t spoken to it, either.

I heaved a breath, taking in all of my focus and collecting every last drop of energy I could, unsheathing the sword Maki had lended me. I took my stance, waiting for it to strike me first.

Drip

Drip

Drip

I slashed, hard. Cutting off the wriggling, watery arm of the cursed spirit. Though, it did no good. Its watery and bendable figure simply morphed it back into existence, though, I did notice its figure had become smaller, no longer towering over me.

“Gotcha.” I mumbled with a smirk.

I felt power pour through my veins, blood the only thing on my mind. I was confident, I had found a weakness and knew I’d win this one rather easily.

Drip

Drip

Drip

I focused my energy in the sword, gradually as I had been taught. I smirked again, slashing at the beast once more. It winced, and I felt it within my soul, its crying pains and death threats that would never come to life as it desperately tried to make them. It threw a punch, one I dodged with ease, reaching out to grab its morphing arm as I did so.

I let out a gasp. It hurt to touch the damned thing. Not only that, but my grip faltered, and my hand went straight through. I heard mock laughter in the back of my mind.

I felt a tug inside of me again, a painful cough belted out of me without me even being aware. I knew immediately what was happening.

“Toge!?” I yelled, breathless and in pain. Had something happened to him?

“I’m fine, y/n. Don’t worry so much.” I say a low chuckle in my mind. At least he was finding this amusing.

I glanced around me, more of these creatures had appeared. I counted three in total, the other two were much larger than the former, as it was still pretty damaged. They hissed at me, spitting liquid from their own bodies as protection.

I remembered something that Maki had told me, the weaker a spirit was, the more it would group together. I figured it was likely they weren’t as strong as Ijichi had said, but I wasn’t confident enough to get cocky.

I slashed again, not wanting to touch the things. I remembered the burning sensation in my hand as I tried to grab it moments before, wincing just thinking about it. I felt another sharp pain in my gut, I figured this was another hit to one of my partners.

I didn’t have time to check on them this time, ramming my sword into the smaller of the beast. It dissipated, slowly becoming liquid in the floor.

“One down.” I breathed out heavily.

I coughed violently, feeling the pain in my abdomen. I prayed Toge was alright, slashing my way into the other monsters before me. I was slowly being backed into a wall, and I didn’t like it.

For the first time, I felt pretty helpless. I was doing decent at defending, but my attacks were only slowing them down a little. They had soaked up the liquid from the deceased beast, claiming it as their own and growing into a larger size, rendering my cuts and slashes useless. I cursed to myself.

“They’re able to morph together.” I heard Maki say down the line, she sounded tired, hurt. I grumbled a little, already figuring that out for myself.

I felt a sting in my arm, but nothing had touched me. I grumbled again, I suppose one of them had been touched.

“Careful, you two.” I growled, slashing again and doing my best to remain calm and composed. The smirk had been easily wiped from my face just as quickly as I had retained it.

I reached inside of me, deep within, pulling of my cursed energy and willing it into my sword, slashing violently and slowly knocking down the form of the two in front of me. It was useless, how little it was doing. I let out a mangled groan, biting my lip to keep from wincing as the liquid sprayed onto my legs. It stung harshly, but I couldn’t let it bother me now.

I felt my back press against the wall behind me, I had been cornered with nowhere to go. The two were smiling, laughing at me, reaching out to grab me. They wanted my death more than I wanted to live.

My sword was knocked from my grasp, thrown to the side with a distant thud. I was rendered defenseless. I wanted to cry, but I held my ground.

I felt a flutter in my stomach, not one of pleasure but one of nausea. I felt like I was going to throw up, had I ever been this nervous?

And then it hit me.

“I can use the cursed spirit I secured with Megumi!” I said allowed, feeling a glimmer of hope rise from within me, following that, I also felt vomit growing in my throat. I let out a gag, stifling a sob.

The other two felt the nausea, earning a violent cough from Toge and a curse from Maki. I couldn’t help but smile.

“It seems I’ve been surrounded.” I said cooly with a smirk, throwing my hands up in defeat. The two spirits laughed again, taking their win for granted. I smiled heinously. “Wouldn’t that be something?”

I called upon the cursed spirit from the school, unleashing it upon them with a fiery smirk. I laughed, watching it tear into the two. I quickly grabbed my sword, stabbing into the back of the closest spirit.

“Never count a victory before the battle is won.” I mumbled to myself, wincing as the hot liquid gushed from the spirits’ corpse. I smiled through the pain, and deadly and gruesome smile.

I watched as my cursed spirit ascended upon the watery one, tearing it to droplets. It cried out, angry and in pain. I laughed viciously.

I felt a strong stab to my left arm, erupting in a fit of coughs. My brain shut down, this one was vital.

“Toge, talk to me.” I said, waiting for an answer. I got nothing in response. “Toge!” I yelled, terrified.

I called back my spirit, sprinting down the stairs to make my way to the apartment building Toge was in. I felt more pain in my throat, in my arms, in my heart. Panic had started to set in.

“Maki, are you alright?” I yelled, finding the exit quit easily now. The cool breeze settled onto my skin as I ran to Toge’s assigned position.

“‘M fine!” She said, a smirk evident on her face. She was in the heat of battle, I refused to break her concentration again.

With that clear, my only concern was Toge. I sprinted through the hallways, feeling the lingering cursed energy grow stronger as I ascended up the stairs, eyes scanning everything helplessly.

My eyes widened as I saw my blonde headed boy on the ground, blood spewing from his lips. He had used himself too viciously. I cursed as I ran to him.

I was attacked from out of nowhere, wincing in the pain. I called upon my cursed spirit once again, allowing for it to feast on this one. This one was much larger than the three I had taken, and it was evidently more powerful, too. I could feel its pain through my skin.

“Toge, talk to me.” I said calmly, though my heart was palpitating. I felt like I was going into shock.

Do my relief, his eyes fluttered open, half lidded. I cursed again, wrapping my arms around him quickly before eyeing him for any vital wounds.

I ripped a part of my uniform, wrapping the spot on his arm that had been wounded. His eyes widened a little bit as he saw one cursed spirit attacking another, seemingly confused and tilting his head a little, as if demanding for an explanation. I shook my head, silently telling him that now wasn’t the time for explanations.

“Shit!” I cursed under my breath. The wound was hot, he had been burnt by the spirit. His blood soaked through the fabric too quickly for my liking.

“Are you alright?” I heard his voice speak in my head. I scoffed loudly, a small, disbelieving laugh escaped my lips.

“I’m fine Toge, but it’s evident that you absolutely are not.” I scolded him, always thinking of others over himself. I was upset he hadn’t called for help, but I couldn’t ignore the flutter in my chest that he was still only worried about my well being.

His eyes started to close, I felt the pain coursing through his body in my own. I winced, shaking his body gently.

“Stay with me, baby. Please.” I begged. I hated seeing him like this, my anger taking action.

My cursed spirit had easily finished off the one that had attacked Toge. Honestly, it was for the better, as I probably wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from the bloodthirsty monster that welled within my skin. It had nearly killed Toge, and everything in me screamed to torture the damned thing, to give it the slow, burning and painful death it deserved laying a finger on him, and I’d be damned if it ever tried to again.

My thoughts halted abruptly as I felt his pale hand reach for my own. It squeezed weakly, gently.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.” I heard him say weakly, I had to resist the urge to cough as he did so. I was struggling to keep my composure.

“I’m coming that way, can he walk?” I heard Maki say to me, out of breath. I felt a pain in my shoulder that I had felt earlier.

“Can you stand, baby?” I asked in a soft tone. I had to bite back my anger just to manage it. He nodded, slowly standing as I called back my cursed spirit for the second time.

“We’re on our way out, Maki.” I said to her, Toge stumbling over his weakness. He was heavier than he looked, his lean figure hiding his muscles well. I winced, my arm burning from my own injuries. I struggled to keep him walking; but slowly, we descended down the staircase and into the open air outside.

My arm burned the entire way out, the cool air not helping in the slightest. I heard Toge heaving from beside me, hurting just to walk.

“I’m sorry, Toge. I should’ve gotten to you sooner.” I choked, guilty that I hadn’t. He shook his head once, wincing afterwards. His wound had grown a little, like it was spreading through his veins. I looked down at my own wound, which seemed to be doing the same thing.

“You did everything you could, y/n.” I heard him say in my mind once more. I shook my head, fighting back more anger that was rising within the seconds.

“Save your words, Toge. You’re injured pretty bad.” He didn’t respond, accepting my statement.

I saw Maki standing with Ijichi and someone else that I hadn’t seen before, he was tending to her injuries.

She saw us, releasing a breath she had seemingly been holding. She pointed to us.

“I’m more worried about him than I am my own health right now.” She said as the man next to her followed the direction of her finger. His eyes widened as he ran over to help me with Toge.

“I didn’t think any of you would get roughed up this badly.” I heard Ijichi mumble in the cool tone of his. I shook my head, not believing it either.

“I underestimated the damned thing.” I said, quietly. Ijichi hummed in response.

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The dorms were quiet that night. I had spent most of it in the infirmary with Toge and Shoko. I was angry, ashamed, and it was eating me alive.

My own wound had been wrapped while Toge was chugging bottles of cough syrup. It was a sight I could get used to, as his shirt had been discarded to help get to the wound that had spread onto his upper chest. My gaze lingered for a little longer than I would have liked it to.

Maki had long been attended to, not being hurt too badly, just a slight cut to the shoulder. Apparently her cursed spirit was like ours too, except it had been armed.

I was a little disappointed that I hadn’t gotten a hold of that spirit, mostly because it was rather powerful and could be used in battle strategically as I had used my only one to my aid.

Toge and I were in his room again, both of us quiet and not feeling the need to speak too much. We had showered, though I didn’t like the sight of the faucet or the water dripping from it. I shook from the memory.

I looked up at him as I exited his bathroom, one that I had become rather used to using as of recent weeks. He didn’t seem to mind, either by the looks of things. He was sitting on his bed, staring off into nothing.

“I guess I know why it always takes a while after a mission to regroup after today.” I said quietly, pulling him from his thoughts. He smiled up at me.

“Salmon.” He responded, the itch in his throat evident as he coughed. I sat next to him, rubbing his bare back gently.

“I’m just grateful you’re okay.” I whispered, dropping my gaze to the floor. “I thought I was going to lose you.” I felt a small, hot tear roll from my eye, I cursed myself for allowing it to. I heard him chuckle, wiping my tear away with the pad of his thumb. His fingers were hot to the touch, full of life, and reminding me he was still very much alive.

Suddenly I remembered his cold had clutched mine early as he slumped to the floor. A shiver went down my spine.

“I’d do everything in my power to stay alive if it means I get to have you by my side.” I heard his voice whispering in my head. A small blush crept onto my face at the sudden sound of his voice. His violet eyes searched mine for something, anything.

“I’ll be damned if anything ever touches you again.” I whispered, baring my teeth slightly in remembrance of the cursed spirit that had wounded him so badly. I felt his arm snake around my waist, pulling me down next to him in his sheets. I instinctively cuddled into his bare chest, feeling his warmth, feeling his muscles, feeling his body alive.

“And that is the very reason that I love you.”

I was shocked to say the least, my eyes growing in size from the moment I heard those words.

“T-Toge?” I stumbled as I tried to find my words. His fingers tracing my back as he planted a kiss to my forehead.

“I said I love you, y/n. I can’t promise I’d die for you, but I can promise that I’ll live for you as long as fate allows me to.”

I felt warmth in my chest as he confirmed what I thought he had said. It spread throughout my body as I snuggled into his warmth, wrapping myself up in it as our legs tangled together, like missing pieces to a puzzle.

“I love you too, Toge.” I smiled before smacking his chest playfully. “…but don’t you dare think about scaring me like that ever again. I have no idea what I’d do if I lost you, and I almost lost myself because of it.” I immediately felt a strong pain in my body upon hitting him, wincing.

“Sorry, I forget you’re still injured.” I said, seeing the pain evident in his face. He laughed through it, sending the pain packing its bags to be replaced by the fuzzy feeling I had felt moments before. I felt his chest tingle as he laughed. It was heartwarming.

My eyes fluttered, feeling heavy from exhaustion as I closed them for a quick moment. My head found comfort in his chest as his arms wrapped themselves tighter around me.

“I’ll never do it again, for as long as I live, my love.”

He had said this aloud, coughing a little afterwards. Though, sleep had already taken me, and I didn’t feel the kiss he planted on my forehead, or the soft ‘I love you.’ that he mumbled afterwards.

I hope you all enjoy this one, it’s my favorite so far 😌 also I’m tired it’s 3am help

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