#hehehe removing the question marks

[ghost-bxrd]

It has come to my attention that I mistyped my earlier statement.

Mer!Dick Grayson. Confirmed Siren.

[riddle-me-ri]

Headcanons of the Riddlers please? Their s/o is feeling kinda flirty/and a bit bad😉. So what do they do? They decide to parade around the place in as little clothing as possible. Nothing immediately obvious like lingerie or kinky outfits. Maybe booty shorts or underwear and a croptop or a bralette. Something casual but still risqué. They just really want to tease Eddie. They also hope he’ll be able to take the damn hint and screw them, or at least make out.

A/N: hehehe not even gonna lie this is some shit I'd do. Something subtly, casual, not an obvious cry for attention but also like they'd know I'd only wear this kind of get up for one reason lmao.

Also sorry for the lack of posts lately, well into the new year and your girl experienced burnout whomp whomp (not to mention almost spiraled comparing myself rip) plus I've been trying to get back into drawing again so that's taken up some time too! I'm slowly getting back into it though…slowly but surely.

Trigger Warning: highly suggestive, touching, flirting, nothing entirely explicit

Reader Trying to Get Different Riddler’s Attention

Arkhamverse Riddler: 

- It was a rare occurrence when you were allowed in Eddie's workshop. 

- It was even more rare for him to give you attention which is why you were down there in the first place.

- However, you had a plan for this visit. 

- You wore one of Edward's button up shirts that he hasn't fully "riddler-ed" yet, but it was dyed green with some question marks on it. 

- However it remained unbuttoned... 

- Ed rolled his eyes, already forgetting he let you down here, but when he turned to scold you about disturbing him-

- "What do you think you're wearing?!" 

- Ed's breathing increased, his brain working into overdrive. 

- How dare you distract him like this, how dare you come down so foolishly exposed…how dare you look so good…

- He stammered like a fish out of water

- He reminds you, but not without also dutifully removing your previous outfit. 

Reevesverse/Dano Riddler: 

- Oh, so you wanna kill him?

- You’re just scrolling through your phone on the couch.

- Waiting for him to come home from work. 

- You really don’t think you’re in anything too...obscene. 

- Just a tank top and underwear.

- However, you’re spooked by a loud thump by your front door. 

- You look up to see Edward silently blinking at you, after unceremoniously dropping his briefcase. 

- You stand up from the couch and walk over to him.

- He gets a good look at how slim fitting the tank is along with how your underwear slightly rolled up over your ass from being on the couch. 

- He acts like he’s seen a ghost or maybe something less ominous…an angel maybe?

- While he’s distracted…

- You take the chance to tiptoe over to him, wrap your arms around him and pull him into a gentle kiss.

- With hopes it’ll turn into something more.

Gotham Riddler: 

- Ed wasn’t sure what to expect when he got back to his apartment. 

- He didn’t expect you to be dancing around the living room and walk-in kitchen half naked though. 

- You were twirling and humming about to some song on the radio while cooking dinner. 

- Clearly, enjoying yourself, and very comfortably, he might add. 

- You were wearing your favorite (and his too) green off the shoulder pullover and the shortest sport shorts you owned. 

- Simultaneously, Ed is hanging his jacket and loosening his tie and watching you parade around.

- Perfectly unaware of his presence. 

- You practically jump out of your skin when he wraps his arms around you from behind. 

- You're terrified shriek turns into a giggle fit when you realize it’s just Ed. 

- However, he doesn’t let you turn around to properly greet him. 

- He’s too busy leaving kisses on your exposed skin and his hands slowly sliding up the sweater to touch more of your skin.

BTAS Riddler: 

- He's not stupid…

- Oblivious…ehh maybe. 

- I mean we all saw the giggle fit he became at the slightest flirtatious interaction.  

- Eddie's mind is racing with ideas, designs, and schemes 

- So it may take a minute or two…

- To see you walking around in an almost nude mesh bralette and green boxer shorts.

- You would notice that every time he returned back to his room, he lingered in the room you were in for longer and longer periods of time. 

- He may be oblivious but once he catches on, he's quick to act. 

- Before you know it you feel his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulls you into him. 

- It doesn't take long for him to start kissing along your exposed skin

- Making his way to kiss your lips.

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler: 

- I’m fairly certain he’d rather you wear next to nothing on a regular basis. 

- He’d consider you being more of a tease if you, ACTUALLY wore a proper shirt, sweatpants, something that actually covered you up. 

- However, one day you actually indulge him and his selfish if not slightly scummy desires. 

- The wee bastard had to do a double take. 

- However it doesn't take long for him to catch the hint. 

- Whether you're wearing short and revealing clothes. 

- Or something long and plain but nothing underneath. 

- He’ll notice and he'll take…ehh…appropriate inappropriate action?

Twojar Riddler:

- You teased him once that you’d look just as good in his shirt unbuttoned than he did. 

- Of course, being the egomaniac he is, he denied that claim

- (dummy didn't stop to think of how hot the idea was…dummy)

- Or he did and he wanted to trick you to try it out…that seems more on brand for this Ed. 

- You let the suggestion marinate for a while, hoping Ed will forget, so you can use it to get his attention again. 

- There you were in a signature white shirt, buttoned down extremely low like your partner. 

- You even went the extra mile and snatched a green suit jacket too. 

- Double take #2, he almost walks past you and to another room until he looks back at you. 

- He's chuckling as he slowly stalks his way over to you.

- Slowly hovers above you, removing his own shirt and jacket before attentively removing your own.

Gotham City Sirens Riddler: 

- Edward was locked up in office again, mulling over a case. 

- He hasn’t been home in days. He used to reach out to you, at least a phone call. 

- Now, you have no choice but to reach out yourself. 

- Of course, in public you were properly covered in a long trench coat. 

- When you get to the office however, you reveal to be wearing a lace green bralette and short booty shorts. 

- You didn’t knock on his door or anything you just hung out in his waiting room. 

- When Ed finally walked out he was shocked to see you lounging on the couch. He forgot he had given you a key…

- Ed was about to interrogate you, then he saw what you’re wearing

- You grinned as he scoffed. 

- Yet, when you got up to answer the question you knew he was going to ask

- Edward silently grabbed your hands and slowly walked you back into his private office. 

- You didn’t fail to notice he locked his door too…

Telltale Riddler: 

- He’s well aware what you’re trying to do. 

- Just so you know, it won’t work. 

- At least, that’s what he’ll tell you to deter him.

- While on the contrary, it’s having way more of an effect on him than he’ll ever care to admit. 

- The fact he tried to vocally discourage you shows he can’t even ignore you at this point. 

- You were just wearing an oversized t-shirt, with a few holes here and there. 

- Showing sneak peeks of your bare body underneath. 

- It was absolutely juvenile of you to parade around in that…

- Looks like he’s going to have to discipline you for trying to distract him…

Young Justice Riddler: 

- Oh, so you wanna kill him 2.0

- He can barely handle you when you wear a normal fitted shirt and jeans most days. 

- Let alone something even slightly more provocative. 

- Although, you don't see it that way. It's just an oversized green shirt and underwear…

- Yet whenever the shirt rolls up and shows more of legs

- Heaven forbid if it teases in showing your underwear too 

- He's a steaming, red faced dork, squirming around on the couch two cushions away from you. 

- You look over your phone and ask what's wrong. 

- Eddie tries to exclaim its nothing, nothing at all

- But the redness of his face and the tent in his pants say, it's DEFINITELY something.

Hush (DCAU) Riddler: 

- No one could build up his confidence as much as you do. 

- The fact you willingly wanna be with him and love him…even through all the ridicule he gets from both the good and the bad guys. 

- It's not hard to get his attention.

- However, there are days he's too wrapped up in his schemes or to be honest bummed down to even get out of bed. 

- Yet the one time he does get out of bed, he catches you wearing a crop top and sweats. 

- He shouldn't have reacted the way he did. 

- Honestly what you were wearing was perfectly normal…

- You’re so beautiful though…

- The fact you’re so comfortable with him, open with him, and that you love him. 

- Immediately forgetting what he was initially in the room for and made a beeline for you. 

- As you looked up to greet him, his lips landed over yours before you could say anything

- You have no idea what you did (ehh maybe you do) but you definitely make plans to do it again.

[moralleets]

Hi! I love your cc, I'm obsessed with my new Helluva Boss sims thanks to your cc! Anyways, I had a question about Blitz's horse girl t-shirt, you have it marked as frame restricted. Is there a way to go in and undo that in Sims 4 Studio? I tend to use feminine frames because I like making feminine twinks and my Blitz needs his horsegirl tshirt but I couldn't find any way to make it work. Or is that something I need to figure out on my own? Either way thanks in advance!

hi!! glad you like everything heheh

regarding the change of restrictions: it's pretty easy to change in sims 4 studio (i actually tend to not genderly restrict my cc but sometimes when it comes to clothes it just looks bad on opposite sex frames so yeaaah)

so, when opening the file, go to the "categories" section and scroll right to the bottom of the secrion: there'll be three parameters under the "Part Flags" which are "Allow For Random", "Restrict Opposite Gender" and "Restrict Opposite Frame"

you just need to remove the checkmark from the "Restrict Opposite Frame" section and then save the file!

voilà, you can now enjoy the horse girl t-shirt on feminine bodyframes

(tho i can't guarantee how good that'll look)

hope that helps!

[akuaya-eng]

(Main story) Chapter 3 - Episode 9

- THE DEVIL'S DEAL -

(steps)

???

… Who's there?

Claude

No one comes here except me. Did you think someone would come to rescue you?

???

Hmph… What do you want?

Claude

I brought food.

Soldier

…! Ugh…!

???

Just a lowly soldier. You've given me a worthless soul.

Claude

In that case, you can starve to death. No one will mourn a dead devil.

Captive Devil

… I didn't say I wouldn't eat. I'll remove his gag. I want to hear the screams while I eat.

Claude

Suit yourself.

Soldier

… Huh! Captain Claude! Why are you doing this…!

Captive Devil

You've been chosen as "meal." Now, writhe in fear and agony…! (fleshy sounds)

Soldier

Gaaaaah…! No, it hurts, it hurts…! Help…! Please help me! Captain… Claude… Captain…!

Claude

……… (blade sound)

Soldier

Aaaahhhhhhhhh!!

(time passes)

Captive Devil

Phew…

Claude

Satisfied? Then, it's time for you to talk. The only reason you're still alive, despite causing a minor calamity in the capital, is to provide information. If you can't do that, there's no reason to keep you alive. Do you understand that?

Captive Devil

… What do you want to know?

Claude

About the "Devil's Mark."

Captive Devil

Heh… hehehe. That again? I told you, I know nothing about it.

Claude

There's nothing less trustworthy than a devil's word.

Captive Devil

In that case, you must already be a devil yourself. No one lies as skillfully as you do.

Claude

… You said you're part of the "Fangs of Chagran." Didn't your organization have any information on it?

Captive Devil

We… do not concern ourselves with such trivial matters.

Claude

Trivial matters, you say…?

Captive Devil

Yes. Small, insignificant problems. In the grand scheme of the world…

Claude

… It seems you know more than an ordinary devil. You were an angel before you fell, weren't you?

Captive Devil

………

Claude

As a fallen angel, you must have knowledge of both the infernal and celestial realms. Don't tell me you never had the opportunity to learn about the Devil's Mark. There must be a way to break the curse. You won't leave here until you provide a clue.

Captive Devil

Ugh… Fine. If you want information, I'll give you something. But it's not about the Devil's Mark.

Claude

What is it?

Captive Devil

Another calamity is coming. A bigger one… a true calamity.

Claude

…!

Captive Devil

… What? By any chance, did you already know?

Claude

Who's behind it? Is it Rosé Belladonna? Where will the calamity occur?

Captive Devil

Belladonna? Heh… I've already told you all I can for the low amount mana I've been given. This conversation is over.

Claude

… Fine. Then we'll "negotiate" again later.

Captive Devil

Preparing the next meal, huh? You're absolutely the devil.

Claude

………

----------

Tuner

Hey, Claude…!?

Claude

… It's you. What are you doing here?

Tuner

I heard a scream coming from the basement... so I followed it and ended up here. What were you doing, Claude?

Claude

It's my job to maintain the capital's security. Is there a problem with me inspecting the clock tower?

Tuner

… Claude, you're acting strange. Do you know anything about those screams?

Claude

If I did, I would have told you. I heard the screams too, and I was investigating.

Tuner

Then it's fine if I go further in with you, right?

Claude

I've already checked. There was nothing there. You should search elsewhere.

Tuner

… The screams reminded me of the soldier Oscar took away.

Claude

.........

Tuner

What happened to him? Could those screams be--

Spirit of Wisdom

That's enough.

Tuner

(thinking) …! I can't speak!!

Spirit of Wisdom

Interfering with their actions any further is not allowed. It would go against the laws of the world. Your role is to be a tuner… a mere observer of the world.

Tuner

(thinking) No… Someone might have died right in front of me. I need to confirm with Claude…!

Spirit of Wisdom

You should stop resisting. Did I mention that your life is at stake?

Claude

… Are you alright? You suddenly went quiet, so I was worried.

Tuner

………

Claude

If you have no more questions, I'll be going… Avoid unnecessary scrutiny.

Tuner

(thinking) My life is in the hands of the Spirit of Wisdom. If I don't find a way to escape the spell of the spirits, I won't be able to act freely…

[bowandcurtsey]

Maybe fuegoleon,Nobel and yami with a reader who’s like inumaki from jjk this is my first time requesting something idk is ur taking requests or not

Hello Sakuramochi! I'm sorry it took so long to get to your request! But thank you for requesting this! I love inumake from jjk! he's sucha cutie!! <33

For those of you who haven't watched Jujutsu Kaisen (first of all, you really should) if you're watching the anime in subs, Yami and Sukuna has the same VA! hehehe (ꈍᴗꈍ)

Anyway, Inumaki is a character that rarely speaks. He has a curse that his commands will happen so he only speaks in food language as replacement for his normal speech. hahaha, he’s so cute I swear 💓

He has really strong power but the downside is that it takes up a lot of his stamina. If he overwhelms himself, he would harm himself internally - coughing out blood or eventually dying.

Fuegoleon | Nozel | Yami x f! Reader

Fuegoleon Vermillion

He was always worried whenever you used your power, because it uses up a lot of your stamina. He would tell you to avoid fighting altogether.

This gentleman would always tell you sweet nothings like “you have me now, you need not fight, I’ll protect you”

Anyway, even out of the battle field, this man dotes on you anyway. Always picking you up on salamander and making sure you had enough rest and food.

Because you couldn’t really talk, he always asks you the questions instead.

“Are you hungry, honey?” “Are you cold, love?”

With him around, you’re always a pampered princess. Even if you could speak normally, you didn’t really have to ask much of him.

He low key thinks the markings on your face are cute. Reminds him of those little pretty porcelain dolls. He would encourage you to remove your mask and proudly show them to everyone.

With him around, he was always your voice. He would always tell others what you wanted because he always knew just by one look at you.

Nozel Silva

Nozel trusted that you knew your limits when it comes to using your powers. He would be greatly upset if you overworked yourself.

Once, you over exerted and coughed out blood and he was really furious he didn’t talk to you for days. You really made him worried for you there.

He greatly respects your powers which is really really rare and he’s overly proud to call you his s/o. He doesn’t give two damns about how you look or what others say about your look.

However, he’ll respect that you want to cover your mouth up with accessories and also prefers it whenever people want you to perform your powers.

He finds it highly annoying whenever people asks you to show your magic. Most have never seen your magic in action but have heard of it so usually they like to see the real deal happen before their eyes.

Nozel absolutely stares them down with a menacing face and rejects them on your behalf.

He is a gentleman as well but just not that outspoken like his friend Fuego. He’ll observe you quietly and give you what you need.

This thoughtful man would drape coats over your frame when it got cold, he would fetch you a glass of water without you asking. And out of nowhere he’ll hold onto your purse or hold up your dresses for you.

Yami Sukehiro

Find you so freaking cool because of your powers. Is the one that always wants to see you in action initially.

But when he sees how much toll it takes on you whenever you use your power, he stops asking you to use it. And if any members want to see it, he’ll squeeze them by their head.

However he’ll want you to train your stamina up and teach you the ki technique so you could conserve your energy.

You and him definitely have great chemistry on the battlefield and he is more reckless with you around because he knows for sure you’ll back him up. He actually wants you to surpass your limits as well.

This man is hella slow when you speak to him in food language. It is really difficult to get your message across sometimes.

“Huh? Salmon? Does it mean yes or no?”

Not to mention he sometimes do it just to tease you. (That ahole.)

You sometimes use your power just to keep him in his place. Especially when he’s teasing too much.

“STAY”

You could almost see the beads of perspiration dripping down his forehead, wondering if you’re gonna kick him in his nuts this time.

He’ll apologise after that with a kiss on your forehead, but you know that deep down he actually just wants you to feel normal.

-end-

I loved writing this more than I expected! Hehe! Inumaki’s powers are just so cool.

[spiciespencie]

Spencer being the camera man with you so he can have a video to watch while he's on a case and so you star following his instructions and fuck yourself, he's so turn on that he leaves the camera on the tripod, sits and he starts touching himself

hehehe i like this one ;)

CW: penetrative sex (toy), kinda voyeurism, fingering, cum play, masturbation (male and female), kissing, dom!spencer, sub!reader, a comment is made abt switch!spencer, making a porno? idk what to call it. *please let me know if i’ve missed anything*

spencer had been gone so frequently in the past few months. today, you planned on doing something special for him. you weren’t exactly sure what you should do, but that’s when he brought the solution to you.

“spence,” you piped in, stepping out of the bathroom once you had showered to peek at your boyfriend reading in a chair. “i was wondering something.”

“what would that something be?” he piped up, placing the book down on the nightstand.

“when you’re away on cases… what’s the hardest part about being away on cases?” you cringed at the wording.

“being away from you,” he answered within a heartbeat. “especially when we’re on a case where the hours are ridiculous. sometimes by the time i get to the hotel, you’re deep in sleep.”

“right…” you tried to think of some sort of solution that could stem from this issue. “what’s one of the hardest parts of being away from me?”

“what’s this about?” he chuckled as he walked closer to you, holding onto your elbows as if to stabilize you.

“i don’t know… you’ve just been gone a lot and i feel bad. i wanna do something special for you so being away wouldn’t be so tough,” you shrugged before spencer cupped your cheek and neck, bringing your lips to meet with his softly and tentatively.

“never,” he began once he pulled away, “has anyone loved me so much as to be so thoughtful. i love you beyond measure. so much so that i feel as though ‘i love you’ is too mundane a phrase,” he whispered with such sincerity it brought tears to your eyes.

“stop, i’m supposed to be displaying my love for you right now,” you shoved his shoulder playfully before giving him a hug.

“the sex,” he randomly stated. you pulled back and gave him a quizzical look. “the hardest part of being away from you, that there may be a solution for, is sex. i’m always thinking about you, and you make me horny… a lot.”

“well, doctor,” you trailed your hands to his shoulders, knowing calling him ‘doctor’ always got to him, “what is the remedy to this problem?”

and now, you were sitting naked on the bed, legs spread so spencer, and the camera, could see all of you very clearly.

you’re making a video for him for while he’s away. at least that way, he’ll still have a piece of you.

“run your hand down your body like i would, kitten, play with your tits,” he ordered, zooming the camera in to focus on only you.

“yes, doctor,” you ran your hands from your hair down to your breasts, playing with them and tweaking your nipples and massaging the pillowy flesh before trailing them down to your torso.

“now i want you to see how wet you are for me,” he added, biting his lower lip as he began to look through the camera.

you let your fingers wander between your legs, cupping your center before using your middle and ring finger to gather the wetness that’s accumulated from the way spencer had been eyeing you.

“look,” you presented your fingers to him and the camera before pressing them to your tongue and sucking all of your juices off of them. “you sure you don’t want me to relieve some of that pressure?” you eyed his obvious bulge, not like he was trying to hide it.

“i’ve got it covered, my love,” he began palming himself over his pants, his breathing becoming a bit heavier but not doing anything more; this video was all about you. “pick up the toy, suck on it like you would my dick.”

you reached onto your nightstand and grabbed the dildo he has bought you, one relatively similar in size to him that was a lavender color. you opened your mouth and hit it against your tongue how spencer would often do before allowing you to take the reigns.

once you wrapped your lips around it, you would shift eye contact between spencer and the camera, not knowing which one you wanted to look at more. you opted for the camera, that way at least future spencer could look in your eyes as he would work himself to that high you would miss witnessing. you began exaggerating everything for the sake of the camera, shoving the silicone down your throat and gagging on it, allowing your saliva to drip down to your chest, your tears staining your cheeks. it was exactly as if spencer were doing this.

although he wasn’t, it would never be that good.

“fuck, y/n,” he whispered loud enough for you to hear, acting as if the microphone wouldn’t be able to pick up the sound. “are you ready for it? or do you need to get yourself ready first?”

“can’t you do it for me?” you pleaded. “you do it so much better, make me feel so good,” even whipping out the old puppy dog eyes didn’t work.

“answer the fucking question,” he reasoned with. “are you ready for it or not?”

“i-i’m ready now,” you bit your lower lip as you swallowed thickly.

“good girl,” he grinned. “now i want you to slowly push it in.”

you listened exactly. spreading your legs even wider and planting your feet on the bed, you put the fake dick at your entrance and slowly let the head enter you. your breathing picked up slightly the deeper the toy got inside of you. by the time it was all the way inside, you were nearly out of breath.

“fuck yourself with it,” he ordered, beginning to rub himself a bit more than before. “slowly, and play with your tits too, like i would.”

pushing the toy in and out of you slower than you would’ve liked, purposefully teasing yourself, you trailed your free hand up to cup your breast. you began to knead the mound, occasionally paying special attention to your nipples like spencer would. although, you wish he would’ve taken it in his mouth then and there. he did everything better. it’s like he knew your body better than you, which was decently plausible.

“spen-spencer,” you moaned out, silently pleading him to fake mercy on you.

“faster,” he pulled himself out of his slacks now, his breathing becoming subtle moans as yours were radiating in the room.

“fuck, please,” you didn’t know what you needed, but you needed something else, something more.

“shit,” he groaned, his head falling back for the briefest of seconds. “clit,” he breathed out, “rub your clit.”

“oh my god,” you used your fingers to find the sensitive pearl and began playing with it.

it had been so long since you had done this yourself, spencer always insisted on doing it for you and when you were away, he didn���t want you to touch yourself or cum without him. he was a rather possessive dom - although you were bound to prove he was a switch somehow, but that’s for another time.

“i’m so close,” you threw your own head back. “i need you spencer! please, god!” you let the tears that were welling in your eyes overflow, hoping the man would take pity on you.

“keep going. don’t fucking stop,” he commanded as he worked himself closer to the edge.

“please!” you cried out. “let me taste you, please! cum in my mouth!” you begged him, losing all dignity and self respect for the genius across the room. “spencer! fuck-please! i need you so fucking bad!”

“cum, my love,” he chuckled as he saw your legs trembling, your knees closing in on nothing and your hands ceasing their movements as you came down. the whole time he was working himself to his own high, his cum covering his stomach after watching your spectacular performance. “wanna clean up for me?”

you eagerly nodded and removed the toy from inside, wincing slightly from the stimulation before padding across the room with weak legs and kneeling below him. he grasped your hands and it them on his knees, giving you permission to touch him. you smiled before you extended your body, bringing your tongue to his stomach and licking up all of his cum. perhaps you sucked a few marks whilst doing so… but what could you say? you loved the man, and he’s yours.

“so good for me, my love, y’know that?” you shook your head ‘no’ so he would go on. “i think you do,” you smirked at his words. “cleaning up my own mess after starring in a video for me? you’re too good for me, love.”

“never,” you interrupted as he helped you to your feet. “you deserve the best, and i can only try and provide a fraction of that for you.”

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ Workout ~

Warnings: dom!Jeongin, fem!reader, thigh riding, hickies, non-penetrative sex(?), slight degradation, lol what more?? 

Word count: 549 words

Requested: heheh nope but this popped into my mind 

Note: I know that there are blogs that don’t write for Jeongin but personally I’ve decided to include him as well in my smut writings. He is over the legal age in Korea (If he wasn’t I obvs wouldn’t write about him) Please, respect my decision :)))

Jeongins new obession with home training had started to annoy you.

The green yoga mat was laid out on the living room floor shifting slightly as Jeongin moved. He panted loudly, sweat beads forming at his temples and his legs shaking when trying to squat for what seemed like forever.

“Ya...Jeongin baby... can you move? I’m trying to watch the show but your butt is covering the tv” you snickered and hit his butt playfully. 

He broke out in laughter, now laying on the yoga mat. 

“Babyyy~ Why don’t you workout with me?” he said with a pout. “It’s boring alone...” 

“Me and working out? Not a match but I can tell you what is a match, me and those thighs.” you pointed at his flexed thighs that were visible due to Jeongins black shorts riding up when doing his dynamic moves. 

He laughed even more, standing up and flexing his thighs even more.

“Look! You can get thighs like these as well” his dimples were visible as he sneered, nose scrunched up. 

“I think I’ll be satisfied with yours” you said as you threw a pillow at him from the sofa. “Now, move! I’m missing my show” you whined.

He sat next to you, his thighs even more visible. 

“Satisfied?” he repeats in a questioning tone.

You grabbed the remote at the end of the sofa and turned the volume up as you said:

“Jeongin shhh... i’m watchi-” 

He pulled you into a kiss as he lifted you on top of him, now sitting in his lap. His plump lips felt like cotton, he parted them carefully, slipping his tongue into your mouth and swirling it around. Your tongues danced around and you tilted your head, hands on his shoulders.

Jeongin moved down to your neck, leaving small red marks as you smirked and grinded down against his muscular thigh. To your surprise a shiver of pleasure shot through you. 

“Is my baby that horny? Grinding down on my thigh like that?” he whispered in between kisses to which you replied with a nod and did it again. 

Your cunt were starting to soak as his thigh hit your clit everytime you rubbed yourself onto him. You started picking up a faster pace and breathed heavily.

Jeongin leaned back, lazily removing your shirt, not needing to hastle with a bra since you weren’t wearing one. No matter how many times he saw your naked body he was always in awe of your beauty. How your hair draped your breast as they bounced everytime you grinded onto his tight. 

You squeeze your breats with your arms as you looked deep into Jeongins hooded eyes. He was clearly enjoying your lewd noises by the tent that was forming in his shorts which made you wanting to turn him on more. You palmed him through his shorts making him growl from the contact. 

“Jeongin...please f-fuck me” you muttered.

He flexed his thigh from your sudden words to which you threw your head back, feeling your juices soak through your pants. 

Pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, Jeongin stroked your cheek that was red from embarrassment. In a deep voice you heard:

“Show me that your worth it, slut”

The workout had just begun. 

[solarune]

silver and gold

pairing: kim taehyung x fem!reader

genre: smut, literally just some good ol’ pwp, billionaire au, established relationship

warnings: choking, both soft and hard dom tae hehehe, dirty talk, praise kink, oral (m + f receiving), unprotected sex (always use a condom, kids!!!), spit play, creampie, cumplay, fingering, multiple orgasms, slight degradation, orgasm denial, daddy kink, he slaps oc’s ass once (1), taehyung’s overuse of pet names

word count: 4,690

a/n: this is my first time writing smut so i’m sorry if it’s not that good lol, i’m trying :/ idk how often i’ll be posting this kind of stuff bc this took me a long time to write but i do want to practice more so we’ll see. inspired by a convo i had with @gamerguk​ during a very late summer night

The second you entered Seokjin’s mansion for the charity gala, Taehyung knew he was done for. After being friends with you for 5 years, dating you for 2 years, and being only weeks away from when he plans on proposing, you would think that Taehyung would be used to having his breath taken away every time he sees you. But no.

He had been talking to Jimin about their fathers going golfing together this upcoming weekend when he felt something at the back of his brain urging him to look around. He’s convinced that he has a sixth sense when it comes to knowing when you’re near at this point, because the second he turns his head, there you are, being greeted by the host himself. Jimin’s words now fall on deaf ears as Taehyung stares at you; he starts from your exposed shoulders and follows the curves of your body that are accentuated by the floor-length Elie Saab dress you’re wearing, his eyes linger on the slight bit of skin that’s exposed by the slit in the dress before going back up to note the gold rings on your hands and matching gold earrings. Taehyung already knows this but damn, he really is in love with you.

And just like Taehyung, you also developed a sixth sense over the years, somehow knowing where Taehyung is at all times. Seokjin hands you a glass of champagne and you take a sip as you nod at his words, laughing at one of his classic dad jokes before glancing around the room while he talks. Your eyes meet Taehyung’s and you smile at him, your eyebrows raising at the glittering floral pattern wrapping around his Alexander McQueen suit jacket that makes him the center of attention even at the edge of the room. You then excuse yourself from Seokjin, pointing him in the direction of Kim Namjoon, another mutual friend of yours, who had just entered to distract him. You finish the pale gold liquid in your glass before making your way over to Taehyung, ignoring the stares you can feel on your figure because you only ever have eyes for one man.

“There you are, my love,” Taehyung says as you close the distance between the two of you, carelessly interrupting the conversation that him and Jimin were in the middle of just to greet you. “I was just beginning to wonder if Hoseok had gotten lost on the way here.” He snakes an arm around your waist, a hand dripping in silver resting delicately on your hip to pull you closer.

You laugh at that, thinking back to not even 30 minutes ago when the driver in question had taken a random turn to get out of traffic and did indeed end up getting the two of you lost. “Ah, no,” you shake your head as you grab another glass of champagne from a passing waiter. “An appointment with a patient kept me at the hospital longer than I expected so we ran into traffic on the way here. It takes more than a few minutes for me to look this good, you know.” You wink at Jimin at your last statement, clinking glasses when he smirks at you.

Taehyung licks his lips with a hum as he gives you another once-over, his pants already beginning to feel a bit too tight at the thought of taking you home. It may have taken you hours to get ready but it would only take him a few seconds to ruin all of your hard work.

Taehyung’s hands leave fire in their wake as he tugs you closer to him, his fingers pressing harshly into your thighs as he pushes aside the fabric of your dress to caress the swell of your ass. The cool temperature of the silver rings on his fingers have a stark contrast to how hot his hands feel, causing goosebumps to rise along your skin as his lips brush against yours. When you look up into his eyes, they’re as dark as the suit on his body, and when he opens his mouth to speak, his voice is as low as the neckline of your dress.

“You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” he rasps, nails lightly scratching at the skin of your ass before squeezing. “Wearing something like this knowing full well that we had to stay at Seokjin’s damn gala for the whole 4 hours.” His left hand reaches up to tug at your hair and angle your head for him to lick into your mouth and make you moan. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” he accuses rather than asks. You bite down on your lower lip to prevent a smirk from appearing on your face, shrugging your shoulders in response as you fiddle with one of the buttons on his white shirt. Taehyung opens his mouth to question your silence but is interrupted when the elevator dings, the doors opening seconds later to reveal your spacious penthouse.

Taehyung loosens his tie as he gently pushes you towards the bedroom, confusion evident on your face as you tighten your grip on his hand. “Go wait for me in the bedroom, love, I’ll be there in a bit.” You comply with his words, your whole body tingling with excitement at the possibilities of what your boyfriend has in store for the night. “And take off the dress.” You turn to look at Taehyung and are met with his signature mischievous smirk. “Wouldn’t want Mr. Saab’s assistant to give us another lecture on how to properly handle designer dresses, now do we?”

You enter the room and take a seat on the edge of the bed after stripping, thighs coming together as you wait nervously. You can hear glass clinking from the kitchen and wonder what Taehyung’s doing—and why it’s taking so damn long. But you know better than to leave your spot and check on him; last time you did that, he edged you for so long that you gave him the silent treatment after. Fidgeting in your spot on the bed, your hands subconsciously begin to creep toward your thighs but are stopped when you hear Taehyung’s footsteps making their way toward you. You sit up straighter and place your hands in your lap, your heart rate picking up once more just as he enters the room.

He holds a glass in one hand, amber liquid swirling around as he brings it up to his lips to finish before placing it on the vanity. Slowly, Taehyung approaches you and you feel your entire body freeze when he tilts your head up by placing his thumb and forefinger on your chin. “You’re gonna be good for me tonight, right pretty girl?” he murmurs, his eyes following his thumb that strokes your bottom lip. “You’re gonna take what I give you?”

“Y-Yes,” you whisper, clearing your throat when he raises an eyebrow at you. “Yes, I’ll be good.”

Taehyung hums thoughtfully as he retracts his hand, removing his suit jacket and placing it on a chair in the corner of the room before going back over to you. His eyes rake over your figure and you’re just beginning to feel shy the longer he stares at you when suddenly, Taehyung’s lips are on yours and you let out a moan when you feel his hand wrap lightly around your neck. Your thighs rub against each other at the sensation of his rings against your skin, his tongue pushing past your lips to lick at the roof of your mouth before he pulls away once more, only a strand of saliva connecting your lips together. “Lie down for me, love.” 

You scramble to push yourself towards the head of the bed, barely having enough time to get settled before he’s clambering over you to lick at your neck. A gasp escapes your lips as he sucks and bites at the skin, body thrumming with excitement each time he runs his tongue over a new mark. His fingers toy with the waistband of your panties as he mouths at your collarbone, snapping the undergarment against your skin when he pulls away. “Bet you’re fucking soaked right now, aren’t you?” he teases you with a smirk as his fingers slide down to feel you through your panties. The both of you groan when he rubs your clit over the soaked-through fabric, your hands fisting into the sheets as he does so. A whine of protest threatens to escape your lips when you feel him stop but is immediately replaced with a soft gasp as he pushes your panties to the side to tease your entrance. 

“You want it?” he asks you, teasing you even more by dipping his finger in ever so slightly. “You want my fingers in you, stretching you out to get you ready for my cock? Or what about my mouth, hm? Sucking at your clit before I fuck you with my tongue? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Taehyung feels pride bloom in his chest as he watches your face contort in pleasure, your eyes rolling into the back of your head with a whimper as your only answer to him. “C’mon, honey, use your words. Gotta say something or else I’ll stop.”

“Yes,” you breathe out as your brain struggles to form a coherent thought, anything to get Taehyung to keep touching you. “Want your fingers and your mouth on my pussy, please.”

“That’s my girl,” Taehyung praises you, his hands leaving you despite his previous words making your eyes shoot open. “Need you to prove to me that you’re gonna be good though. Only good girls get to be touched.” You push yourself up onto your elbows as you look at him, your mind still a bit foggy from his hands being on you. He looks at the floor and then back at you, nodding in your direction. “You know what to do.”

With that, you scramble off the bed, wincing from how hard your knees hit the wooden floor but you’re too eager to please. Taehyung chuckles as he watches you because he can also tell how eager you are, the sound of his belt buckle coming undone making your mouth water and making his cock impossibly harder. “Look at you, so ready to have my cock in your mouth,” he coos as his hand comes up to pet your hair, biting down on his lower lip when you look up at him through your lashes. Your hands shake slightly as you reach up to unbutton his pants, stifling a moan at the sight of his covered hard-on. Taehyung begins to unbutton his shirt as he watches you lean forward to mouth at his dick, his breath catching in his throat when you run your tongue along it through the fabric. He pushes your hair away from your face as you do so, his eyes hooded as he watches, and you smile up at him innocently, knowing that he’s only doing that as a way to tell you to get on with it. 

You remove his boxers in one swift motion, your tongue darting out to lick at your lips when his dick is finally revealed to you. Taehyung’s eyes widen ever so slightly when you reach down to gather your wetness on your palm, groaning when you grip his dick and mix it with his pre-cum to spread around and get him wet. You drag your tongue along the underside from base to tip, eyes closing when your mouth finally closes over the head. Taehyung’s nails scratch at your scalp and his rings tangle with your hair as he grips it tightly, and you can’t help but hum at the feeling, the vibrations from the sound causing him to let out his own moan. You slowly start to take more of him into your mouth, his breathing stuttering as you do so, and you can feel your desire dripping down your thighs by the time he hits the back of your throat. Breathing deeply through your nose to control your gag reflex, you open your eyes to look up at him and let out a moan at the fucked out expression on his face, your hands coming up to grip his thighs as you begin bobbing your head. 

“Oh fuck,” Taehyung whispers, teeth biting down on his lower lip at the way you hollow your cheeks each time you come back up. He feels like he’s in heaven each time you take him deep enough to hit the back of your throat, and he grunts when you release him with a pop to take a breath. “Good girl. Always take my cock so well, hm?” he praises you, and your eyes flutter shut when you feel him stroking your hair. You’re about to take him back into your mouth when you feel his grip on your hair tighten to prevent you from moving forward, and you look up at him in confusion. “Gonna cum if you keep going, sweetheart, don’t want that to happen.” He pulls you up so you’re standing in front of him, his hand reaching up to wrap around your throat as he brings his face close to yours. “The only place my cum is going is in this sweet pussy of yours, isn’t that right? That’s where you want it?” 

He brings his other hand down to cup your heat, and you release a shuttered breath when you feel him purposefully dig the heel of his palm into your clit. “Ngh- want your cum in me,” you moan out as your hips buck up into his hand, his rings slightly cool against your skin. “Please, Tae, need you to fill me up.”

Taehyung pushes you towards the bed and you lay back, biting back a smile when his hands come up to unclasp your bra and throw it off to the side. His mouth latches onto one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive area, and you can’t help but fist your fingers through his hair, your rings getting caught in the long strands and causing him to groan. You release your grip when you feel him begin to trail down your body, his kisses warm against your skin as he makes his way down. He slowly removes your panties, chuckling at the way you quickly kick them away from you, and takes a moment to admire the way you glisten even in the low light. 

“Is this for me?” he asks you, head tilting to the side teasingly as he looks up at you. He places his hands on your inner thighs to keep them apart when you begin to squirm under his gaze, removing one to circle a finger around your core as he hums thoughtfully. “Hm… Yeah, I think this is all for me.” Taehyung brings a digit up and pops it into his mouth, never breaking eye contact with you as he tastes you on himself. “My pretty baby, always so sweet,” he mumbles as he leaves kisses on your inner thigh, teeth biting down on his lower lip while he smirks because he’s so close to where you want him and he knows you’re getting impatient.

“Taehyung,” you whine as your hands fist at the sheets while you squirm underneath him. You’re itching to touch him, to get your hands in his hair again so you can get his damn mouth on you, but you know that if you do that, you’ll be in a whole lot of trouble. You roll your hips slightly, as a reminder of what you’re waiting for, and he chuckles, nuzzling his nose into the soft skin of your thigh.

“Sorry honey, you know I like how you get when I’m teasing you,” Taehyung apologizes while wrapping his arm around your leg so that he can rub circles into your clit with his thumb. His words completely contrast his personality from just a few minutes ago, making you stop your squirming to stare at him. “Love seeing you get all needy for me, baby. Because you know that I’m the only one that can make you feel this good.” He brings himself closer and flattens his tongue against your heat, licking a fat stripe from your entrance up to your clit. 

Your grip on the bed sheets tighten once more, hips bucking up as he continues his tongue’s motions against your core. Your legs shake as they threaten to close over his head, the only thing stopping them being Taehyung’s hands prying them apart. A strangled moan leaves your lips when he dips his tongue into your entrance, and when you finally open your eyes to look at Taehyung, he’s already looking at you and you can’t help but gasp from how fucked out he looks. He starts to rub faster circles on your clit and you whine, the noise making Taehyung groan and rut into the bed to get some sort of friction. Seeing him getting all worked up just from eating you out causes you to clench around his tongue, and both he and you know that you’re getting close to your first orgasm of the night.

“C’mon honey, cum in my mouth,” Taehyung encourages you as he laps at your heat. “Mmm- wanna taste you so fucking bad. Can feel you clenching around my tongue- ughhh- just let go for me, yeah?”

“Taehyung- oh fuck,” you gasp when he starts to suck at your clit. “Nghh- baby, feels s-so- shitfuckfuck feels so good.” You’re barely able to string together a coherent sentence from the amount of pleasure coursing through your veins and your stomach tightens as the first waves of your orgasm begin to wash over you. “Hhhh Tae I’m cumming, I-”

Tae smirks against your pussy as you writhe underneath him, wave after wave of pleasure coming as he tongue-fucks you through your orgasm. He places one last kiss on your inner thigh before sliding his hands up your body to hover over you. “How was that, baby, hm?” he hums, nosing along your cheek as he waits for you to calm down. “Felt good?”

“Fuckin’ amazing,” you answer, your words slightly slurred from just how blissed out you are. You feel like you’re drunk off of him, each touch and kiss leaving you with a buzz in your veins. Taehyung pulls his face back enough to look at you, a small smirk present as he looks at your hooded eyes. You bite down on your bottom lip as you lift up a hand to run through his hair, Taehyung’s eyes closing as he leans into your touch. Your fingers slip through the silky locks before settling on the side of his neck, thumb coming up to stroke his jaw. Taehyung lets out a soft sigh of content as you touch him, and your eyes are following your hand as you place it over his neck and give it a light squeeze. His eyes flash open and stare directly into yours and you can’t help but giggle as he glares at you in warning. “Want your cock now, Taehyungie,” you smile brightly at him as you bat your eyelashes.

Taehyung chuckles at that, his own hand coming up to wrap around your throat as he cocks an eyebrow at you and squeezes his hand just enough to make your breathing stutter. “I don’t know if you deserve my cock yet,” he teases you, and your eyes become wide at his words. “Wearing that dress tonight just to tease me, demanding my cock and thinking you’ll get it just like that. You’ve been acting like a slut all night, haven’t you, honey. I give you one orgasm and this is how you’re going to act?”

You shiver at the insult and let out a soft gasp when his hand tightens around your throat just a little bit more. “I’ll fuck your little pussy with my fingers as long as you don’t cum,” he says while his hand slides down your body once more. “If you can behave, then I’ll reward you.” Before you can even open your mouth, Taehyung is sliding a finger in and begins pumping it in and out of you, chuckling when he sees just how tightly you clutch at the sheets. “You’ve wanted something in this greedy pussy of yours all night long, huh?” he asks you, not expecting an answer because he already knows it. 

Not like you could answer anyways, especially when he slipped a second finger in and started fucking you faster. You could feel a second orgasm coming, your stomach tightening faster by the second, only for Taehyung to rip it away from you when he suddenly removes his fingers. The speed at which you pick your head up to glare at him almost gives you whiplash, and Taehyung only smiles at you widely, stroking your sides softly to bring you down from your impending pleasure. He continues this twice more and by the end of your third ruined orgasm, you’re on the verge of tears, your legs shaking around his torso as Taehyung just stares down at you smugly. “Why are you crying?” he mocks you. “I thought you were going to take what I give you. I’m giving you my fingers, isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I want more,” you cry, your shaking hands coming up to grip at his biceps desperately. “I need more, please.”

“Beg for it then,” Taehyung says as he begins to rub at your clit. Your body shivers at both his words and the stimulation. “Beg for more and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

“I want you, Taehyung, I need you. I want you to stuff my tight pussy with your cock, want to feel you fill me up with your cum.” His fingers pick up speed and your whole body begins to shake. You’re babbling at this point, your brain working on overdrive to try to string together the perfect combination of words that will get Taehyung to finally fuck you as your toes begin to curl from his touch. “Want you to fuck me hard- fuckyes- want you to make me cum so bad. Please daddy, I just wanna cum.” You open your mouth to let out a long moan but his touch is gone before you can do so, causing tears to brim in your eyes once again. “Fuck me, daddy, please,” you whimper, a single tear slipping down your cheek.

You hear the sheets rustle and you’re about to beg more when you feel the head of Taehyung’s cock pushing into your entrance, causing you to open your eyes. You’re met with Taehyung’s heavy gaze, pupils blown wide as he pushes into you. “God, you’re such a fucking slut,” he groans as he slides in. “Who knew my baby was so fucking dirty. Calling me daddy and then crying and begging for me to fuck you. You’re so damn wet, you need my cock in your cunt that badly?”

When Taehyung is fully inside you, he only gives you a few seconds to adjust before he starts fucking you hard. He adjusts your legs so that your knees are close to your chest, hitting a deeper angle, and you let out the loudest moan that even pornstars would blush when he pulls out and slams back into you. “Such a slut for my cock, you’re only satisfied when I stuff this fucking cunt full.” He reaches down and pinches your nipples, your orgasm hitting you when he doesn’t pull his cock out and instead grinds into you. 

“FuckfuckfuckI’mcummingI’mcum-” You’re breathing rapidly as wave after wave of pleasure hits you, your orgasm so intense that your vision goes white. When you come to, Taehyung is fucking you a bit slower, gaze still dark but a hint of concern showing in his face and in the way he softly strokes your hair to calm you down. Your eyes feel heavy but you force yourself to meet Taehyung’s gaze, smiling up at him tiredly as he begins fucking into you faster. 

“Do I fuck you that good, baby?” he pants while he drills into you. “My cock is that good that I’m able to make you cum in seconds?” He pulls out to reposition you, the grip he has on you bordering manhandling as he turns you over and slaps your ass. “Hands and knees, honey.”

Before you even have the chance to prepare yourself, Taehyung is shoving himself back into you once more. He angles himself so that he’s hitting your g-spot with each thrust, and you let out a cry when his hand wraps around your throat to pull you up, your back pressed against his chest as he pistons into you. You’re speechless at this point, every part of your body drowning in just how good Taehyung fucks you. “Look at you, you’re practically drooling,” Taehyung says lowly in your ear, turning your face to the side so that you look at him. He brings his thumb up to your bottom lip and grins when you immediately open your mouth for him. “So obedient,” he says, still in awe after all these years at just how good you are for him. Your eyes follow him as he leans closer to you, slick gushing down your thighs immediately when you watch him pucker his lips and spit directly in your mouth. You allow it to slide down your tongue before swallowing, opening your mouth to show him with a grin. 

“My pretty girl,” he mumbles as he presses kisses along the side of your neck, hand moving down to rub circles into your clit. “Now give me one more, baby, just one more.”

“Tae,” you whine, pussy clenching around his dick despite what you’re about to say. “I c-can’t. Not another one.”

He growls and then shoves you back down, his hand around the back of your neck as he shoves your face into the mattress. Taehyung begins pounding into you, a smirk on his face when you let out a scream. “The way you’re clenching around me right now says otherwise. Now be a good girl and cum for daddy.” You feel your body go limp as he fucks you good, your back curving and ass meeting his every thrust as you just take what he’s giving you. 

You both reach your highs at the same time, your whole body shaking from the pleasure as Taehyung drapes his body over yours and paints your insides white. You feel his breath on your neck as he nuzzles his face into you and you let out a breathy chuckle while your hand comes up to pet his hair. It’s only then that you realize what you said to him in your time of desperation, and you have to stop yourself from pushing Taehyung off of you because “Oh my god, I really just called you ‘daddy’.”

Your boyfriend chuckles as he pulls out, the bed slightly bouncing as he rolls over and lands beside you. Your cheeks are blazing, both from the sex and from the embarrassment, as Taehyung pulls you to him and you can’t help but relish in his warmth. He presses a kiss to your forehead as he says, “Honestly, it’s a good thing I didn’t know you had a daddy kink in the beginning. Otherwise I would’ve fallen in love with you and proposed way too soon and then scare you away.”

You smack his chest as he grins down at you, his fingers running up and down your bare back comfortingly. “I was yours from day 1, Tae, you couldn’t get rid of me that easily,” you tease him, your eyes drifting closed as he continues drawing shapes on your skin.

Taehyung’s mind wanders to the black velvet box hidden in the back of the tallest shelf in the kitchen, and he sure as hell hopes that you have no intention of leaving because he sure as hell has no intention of letting you go any time soon.

[jae-canikeepyou]

| hey m.v.p. | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: okay. this is not the first that i’ve written a scenario based on basketball, so i hope this can maybe(?) make your hearts giddy again? also! it’s really not proof read nor well written but please do enjoy reading! hehehe 🥰 ~j.

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the continuous, long, ringing sound of the impact from the bouncing amber colored ball boasted its decibels at the outdoor mini court.

today was another date with your boyfriend; a varsity basketball player of the university. unlike most couples, girls would wait for their darlings to finish a game. for you however, would join him for a one-on-one match. serious or not he’d always let you play; not because he would go easy on you, but because you knew how to take on his challenge.

jaehyun called a timeout, noticing how heavy you exhaled and your lungs struggled to catch breath. he tossed you a bottle and you gladly took it to quench yourself. he watched you standing at the center of the mid-court, the sun’s rays acting like your glowing background, defining beauty and a heaven-sent figure he was blessed to have.

feeling squirmy and shy around you was something he couldn’t resist to feel out in the public. he was affectionate with skinship and you didn’t mind that at all.

“baby!” you jogged towards your boyfriend, helping him wipe the rolling beads of sweat by his temples and forehead. “teach me how to nail a through-the-leg shot.”

“why?” he interlocked his fingers behind you so you wouldn’t escape.

he copied and mimicked your whines because it was the nth time you have asked him, and he always refused to teach you. “but every time i do it i miss a shot-” your words close to inaudible but jaehyun understood what you meant and he pressed his lips. “-or i end up falling.” you shrugged.

“y/n. your form’s okay. it’s just your jump landing and timing.” he pinched your cheeks lightly. “i wanna teach you but i don’t want my baby to get hurt, so no.”

you took the towel that was placed on his head as he took the ball, feeling bummed that this time yet again he wouldn’t teach you. he gestured you to go to him and you obliged no matter how salty you slightly felt towards him.

a short break was enough for you both to continue with the sport. with all the small matches you’ve played against him, there was one thing you’ve always known: jaehyun was very competitive, so whatever ball game or any game you both played, he was always, always going to play it better. you loved how concentrated his eyes were, the tiny smirk when you were open, the deepening of his dimples once the ball went in the hoop, and the victorious stretch of his arms as he celebrated.

he dribbled the ball and you tried to steal it away from him, but given your smaller frame with his, he probably held himself back and went a little lenient to you. “there’s a game that mark taught me. it’s called h.o.r.s.e. we played it for at least thirty minutes. wanna give it a shot?” he stopped moving and spun the ball on his pointer finger.

“okay!” you cheered, making him smile wider at the willingness you showed. “how does it go?”

“i’ll do a move and you follow what i do, but you’ll gain a letter if you failed to shoot. the game ends when either of us reaches ‘e’.” he tossed the ball to you. “i’ll let you start.”

“hold on, i feel hot.” you dropped the ball to hold in between your feet, and removed the thin layer of jacket sticking to your skin. you wore a loose white crop top over the new sports bra you bought and grey sweatpants.

jaehyun averted his gaze although he blushed unnecessarily at your carefree action. he cleared his throat from thinking of unnecessary thoughts entering his brain. he tossed you the ball again and the game started with you doing a simple free throw; followed by his layups and double clutch. the punishment were always the same; buy food for the other. this time you didn’t want to lose and made sure you make the shot while he misses.

he began to smirk, something he’d usually do to signal you. the battle was on. there was no way he would lose this, so he went for a move that he knew you wouldn’t do. you guessed it, the through-the-leg shot. however he groaned right after he realised what he had done, and was too late when you got the ball in your palms.

you attempted the move and just when you thought you had it, the ball missed the ring and fell— so was the view before your eyes, you were falling too. the good thing was you managed to get on your toes, but collapsing on your knees afterwards.

“aww, that’s an ‘e’ for me.” you hissed and laid down on the ground, defeated again.

“it’s okay.” he helped you up and hugged, but you immediately pulled yourself away from him.

“tsk, you’re sticky.” you ran towards the bench, to no avail he picked you up and turned you non-stop. “put me down jae.”

jaehyun loved spoiling you the way he could get his chance upon, that included almost every little thing you did— from the pursed lips when you were feeling embarrassed to your breaking smile that sent his heart flying everywhere. however, he wasn’t the only one you sent his heart flying and bursting in the sky.

it was a given that in the campus, you weren’t part of the ‘visual spectrum’ the students have created, but it was your beautiful soul and kind-hearted personality that attracted them to you. and jaehyun was pulled to you like a magnet once his friends continuously nudged each other that one time at the locker hall. since then he was one of those secret admirers who skilfully and secretly left you letters after class, a carton of juice or milk in your bag, and offered you an umbrella on rainy days.

you didn’t like the attention, in all honesty you weren’t even craving for some. there were worries whether if you had done something wrong that caused them to talk about you all the time despite being a transfer student of the creative media department. so that one day when your friend invited you to watch a basketball match, it was when you saw jaehyun for the first time.

the team noticed your existence at one area of the blenchers. imagine the impact they gave when they all stared at you like meerkats and yet smiled like adorable quokkas. one certain quokka however got your attention, well not because he had dimples, but because he was hit in the face with a basketball.

let us all say you became friends and he invited you to be in his group project. great chemistry and ideals for each other. what made jaehyun fall for you even more was that, you played basketball, just like him.

the memory of that time was interrupted with jaehyun leaving you at the bench, off to somewhere the heavens knew where. as you waited, your eyes led to the ball, tempting you to try out the skill you’ve always failed at. this is the chance, you thought. dribbling the ball several times, your attempts to try it failed miserably again.

you stood right at the arc of the lines beneath your shoes. determination fired your eyes and felt like goku from the dragon ball animation. the repetitive sentence echoed your ears, telling yourself ‘you could do it’. however that was stopped when players you’ve never seen before circled around you, almost hovering your small frame.

“hey, mind if we.. teach you?” they offered, but their intentions were very transparent. and you should’ve worn your jacket.

“no thanks. i pretty much can handle it myself.” you picked the ball up and went back to the bench, only to be stopped halfway when one of them grabbed your wrists. “let go.”

a smug look on their faces had you stepping backwards. “little miss killjoy, we’re offering you help-”

“she’s already gotten help.” jaehyun soon came behind you and your back hit his chest.

“who the heck are you?” they asked as if putting up a front would scare him.

“i’m her boyfriend and i’d appreciate it if you lot stop staring at her like that.” he let you sit on the bench once they scurried off, placing his towel on your head that was large enough to reach your lap. “from now on you’re wearing my my jacket and don’t take it off.”

you gulped when he stared into your eyes, full of worry and as if he sent protective shields to wrap around you. “the weather’s getting hot jae, and do you want me to die out of so much heat?”

“it’s better than getting your skin so exposed like earlier. you know you attract guys in the way i can’t tolerate.”

ah this argument again. more fingers and toes were needed to count because this wasn’t the first time jaehyun has been protective of you; although you couldn’t really blame him as to the whole campus— maybe to the majority of your admirers, he did win your heart. it wasn’t that you hated that side of him, you couldn’t bring it up to tell him that it limits you to be free.

a sigh was heard from your lips, catching his attention and he knelt down to see you properly. “but i’m not hiding anything!” you whined, removing the towel and jacket all at the same time, jaehyun startled at your childish response.

he arched his brows like he had something up in his sleeves. “really? you’re not hiding anything?” his palms reached for the ends of your sweatpants. he pulled and rolled them up until the fabric reached your thighs.

“what are you- look jae i swear i’m not hiding-” you then hissed at the pain soon as the wind hit your wounded, scarred knees.

“well?” he asked, tearing off the plaster packaging with his teeth and cleaned the wounds on both. “you’re not good at hiding something like this though.”

a spread of heat and embarrassment crawled your cheeks. “how did you know?”

jaehyun let out a soft chuckle. “you’re easy to read, honey.” he planted a kiss on your forehead and sat beside you. “you should’ve told me you’re in pain- why are you staring at me like that?”

he saw how your eyes widened and they asked for a quick stare contest. he was definitely lured into you, and that wasn’t new to him. “what?” he questioned again.

“ugh no good. i can’t read you at all.” you defeatedly laid on the bags. “i was confused why you left so suddenly. i thought you felt guilty because i lost the game and that you bought us snacks. i didn’t know you went all the way to tend me.”

“at the beginning of our relationship i told you i’ll treat you like a princess.” he pulled you close to him. “so let me treat you like one.”

“i’m no damsel in distress.” you rolled your eyes, a faint smile curving by the corners of your lips.

“uh clearly you were? i saved your butt from those guys.”

“and you saved me again with this.” you pointed at the carefully-plastered knees of yours and nudged him. “m.v.p.”

jaehyun felt you kiss his cheek, stunned with the title you named him. “i call you all cute nicknames and that’s all i’m gonna get? and you know i’m already the m.v.p.” his bummed voice caused you to giggle.

“not in basketball.” you reasoned.

“you expect me to play ‘guess the word’ now? because y/n, i’m not in the mood for-”

“you’re my valiant prince. m. v. p.”

jaehyun now laid on your lap, covering his ears at sudden nickname; obviously was awestruck and have never blushed so hard in his entire life.

[crystalsexarch]

Fourteen: Commend - E

"In that case—O, Bas'ir Bahani! Grace me with your considerable girth!"

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Pre-ARR specific male WoL Bas'ir Bahani and G'raha Tia. The Warrior of Light rewards himself for good grades by indulging in one G'raha Tia. Continuation of heady.

Also on AO3.

Part of the 2021 FFXIV Writing Challenge

The sight of a beautiful man bent over is capable of draining Bas’ir Bahani of his confidence. This specific man—this red-haired, archer-armed, book-headed man in particular—has a harrowing effect on the Keeper, even in his haughtiest of moods. Even after high marks in literary analysis. Still, he cloaks himself in airs of emotional fortitude.

"Aren't you pretty?" he says, snickering. It's as much an act of self-soothing as it is genuine amusement. He has one finger inside G'raha Tia, whose face is turned against a pillow. "Specifically, this part of you. Of course, I suppose you wouldn't know!"

"Plenty have apprised me of the situation." G'raha's tail is lopped over the side of his hips, bouncing idly to the conversation. When Bas'ir's finger goes deeper, the tail twists and tenses. He tries not to make a sound.

"Plenty, hmm?" Bas'ir eyes the hole giving around his index. Excess oil has dripped down G'raha's taint and over his balls. The temptation to clean up with his tongue is palpable, but he aims to serve in other ways today. "Well, now that you've heard it from me, you know it must be true."

"Yes, your word above all others' carries a heavy weight."

"Bah! If you're capable of such sarcasm, you need more things inside of you." Bas'ir twists his lips and collects G'raha's cock with his free hand, gives it a few rough tugs.

G'raha closes his eyes and grunts once. His tone was sarcastic, but his words are truer than Bas'ir realizes. G'raha likes Bas'ir, even when he's manic and making a whole show of how dearly he wants to enjoy G'raha's body, and have his own enjoyed in turn.

The second finger pushes in. Bas'ir rests his head on G'raha's ass and watches his digits disappear from the side. He's being squeezed, being pulled and already imagining the same welcoming reaction around his cock. The wanting casts a glaze over his yellow eyes.

"You could probably...go ahead and fuck me," G'raha says. He's lost some of his vocal control. The words are low and husky.

Bas'ir's ears twitch. "Fuck you?"

G'raha murmurs affirmation into the pillow. "Two fingers ought to be enough, with what you're offering."

With a whip of his tail, Bas'ir straightens his back and narrows his eyes. "Such insinuations are beneath you, Raha."

"Are they?"

"Continue down this dark path and I shall lose interest."

"Oh?" G'raha smiles. He does not imagine Bas'ir losing interest any time soon. "In that case—O, Bas'ir Bahani! Grace me with your considerable girth!"

More confidence whittled away, more pink upon his cheeks. Bas'ir shifts his weight on the mattress. "When I said I wanted you to beg…"

"Forgive me. I suppose you could call me a poor beggar."

Bas'ir squints. Ultimately he forgives, but not before nipping at the base of G'raha's tail and scissoring his fingers a few more times for good measure. He knows his friend is ready when the only noises coming from his mouth are tiny huffs of breath. Bas’ir removes the fingers and winds his cock into position. The head looks plenty big against the Seeker’s ring, stretched and ready.

“Go on,” G’raha says.

"W-wait…" Bas'ir bends over and goes for the braid. "I'm taking your hair down. Just in case you wind up on your back, of course.”

"Just in case?"

"I want to see if it fans." He uses both hands to draw an imaginary crown around his head. "Don't you think that'd be a pretty sight, too? Hm hm…"

G’raha blinks. Such long eyelashes! “You’ll have to tell me.”

“I shall. If you please me. Heheh…”

Bas’ir enters with a hand on either side of G’raha’s ass. He doesn’t look until he’s all the way in; best to absorb the imagery once he’s sure he isn’t going to burst. The pressure is so immense, he wants to collapse on Graha’s back to simply hold and be held. He's sure if G’raha kept twitching around him, he’d be able to come without fucking him properly even once.

G’raha stretches his arms out and arches. “...more than I remembered, maybe…”

“You won’t forget again.”

G’raha laughs. Bas’ir starts moving.

For all the day’s raving, the sex is quiet. Bas’ir bites his lip half the time, trying to make every thrust count for the both of them. G’raha has his fingers making divots in the mattress. When Bas’ir chooses to pick up the pace, G’raha’s cock rubs against the covers. It’s just enough friction to make him whimper. Not enough to make him moan. When they’re both coated in the shimmer of sweat, Bas’ir sets a hand on either side of G’raha to lean over without calling his hips to a halt. “Do you want to touch yourself?” he says, like a villain. “Is that it?”

“I shouldn’t have to.”

“Well now I’m definitely not going to allow it.”

G'raha closes his eyes and absorbs the truth of what's happening: Bas'ir is doing a passable job. More than that—he's doing well. A less prideful man might offer direct commendation. "H-hey actually Bas'ir," G'raha says. The syllables are too quiet for his taste, so he clears his throat and tries again. "Bas'ir, you could pull my tail."

"Hm?" He shimmies deep and nuzzles at G’raha’s shoulder blade. "Is this your way of asking me to do so?"

"Perhaps."

"I expect better on this momentous occasion. Why, you could practice your begging, scholar boy!"

“Please…” What G’raha meant to say was are you not a scholar boy as well? He grinds his teeth and consigns to doubling down. “Please. Give me more.”

Bas’ir’s tail whirls like a whip, his pupils full like dark moons. “I think I’ll flip you after all.”

“Wait—”

Bas’ir pulls out and watches G’raha’s hole react to the change, shifting and tensing while the Seeker groans and curls his toes. It takes a nudge and some shuffling to achieve the next position—G’raha on his back, holding his legs up beneath each knee in offering. This time Bas’ir does watch the slide of his cockhead into G’raha’s ass; he feels like he’s being sucked deliciously inside. The Keeper has a sinister quirk to his lips when his gaze flickers up. “It does look pretty. Your hair,” he says.

“Does it...” G’raha’s words are absent of all question-like qualities. “So you won’t pull my tail, then…”

Bas’ir scoffs and comes forward with a deep, penetrating thrust. He has an elbow on either side of G’raha’s head. “I offer you my lips now.”

The ensuing kiss lasts through the sting of Bas’ir’s biting teeth, through the rumbling in G’raha’s throat. It lasts through the upped tempo of body to body, of the bed frame squeaking beneath the weight of frenzied coupling. It lasts through G’raha’s spill, realized after a few heavy rolls of Bas’ir’s hips and by the graceless rubbing of his dick between their torsos. G’raha keeps his eyes open and barks toward the ceiling, surprised with how much his silly lover has learned since the first night they fucked. And that’s when the kiss ends.

“Raha!” Bas’ir grunts and lets his head drop to G’raha’s neck. Teeth sink into flesh, cock sinks deeper into hole, and then Bas’ir comes, too. The bite lasts for at least as long as the kiss did. When he finally lets off, he collapses without pulling out.

G’raha sighs and sets a shaky hand on the back of Bas’ir’s head. “Bas’ir.”

“Raha.”

“I think you deserve high marks for that as well.”

[illmaticreid]

We Fell in Love in October - Part Four

DESCRIPTION: Noah is in college studying film and has been a very boring freshman thus far. Her roommate demands that she goes to a party with her and this is where she meets an extremely bold Matthew. 

Warnings: language, smut, unprotected sex (hehehe)

Word Count: 3.3k

Part Three

I felt an arm wrap around me as soft lips kissed my bare shoulder. I smiled to myself with my eyes closed as a hand found its way to the hem of my underwear. Matthew's soft touches were all over my body as he continued to kiss my shoulder while we were both still half asleep.

I slowly turned towards him to let him know that I had woken up. The sun poured through his blinds and shone brightly on his face. Matthew's eyes looked like honey. My heart started to flutter in my chest. He looked so beautiful.

I stared at him for what felt like forever, and he just smiled back at me while tracing circles on my arm. His touch was so light that he gave me goosebumps.

"Is everything okay?" His raspy voice spoke out. It was more than okay. I was so content with Matthew, and I never wanted to leave from this spot. I nodded my head as I leaned up to kiss him.

Matthew's hand rested on my face, and his fingertips ran through my hair. Our pace was slow and sensual, but there was so much fire behind this kiss. He lightly bit down on my bottom lip before his tongue entered my mouth and collided with mine.

I needed more of him. It felt like I could never get enough of Matthew. As if he could read my mind, his lips trailed down my jaw and onto my neck. His mouth was all over me, kissing, licking, biting, sucking.

Matthew's wet lips reached my right nipple and began to suck lightly while his hand massaged the other one. All I could do was moan in response to him; he left me speechless.

All I had on was my underwear and, I could feel them getting more and more drenched as time went on. Matthew took his hand away from my chest, which almost made me cry out. He replaced it over my heat and pushed my panties to the side. A shiver ran through my body, knowing what was coming next.

Matthew wasted no time as he slipped two fingers into me with ease.

"You're soaked, Noah. Who has got you so turned on?" He asked, teasing me more.

"You," I replied simply, considering that was all I could manage to get out. Matthew's fingers thrust into me faster and faster. I hissed out in pleasure and looked down to see a devilish grin on his face. His thumb came down onto my clit harshly as he rubbed circles on it.

His fingers curled into me, hitting my most sensitive spot. I moaned out loudly, trying to chase my release. My back arched off the bed as my hips bucked forward on his fingers.

"Fuck, Matthew. I'm gonna come," I panted.

"Yeah? You like getting fucked by my fingers? Come on my hand baby," He spoke while slipping a third finger into me. His dirty words sent a shock through my body, and I came all over his fingers. The sounds of wetness between my legs pushed me through my orgasm. My moans filled the room.

Matthew took his fingers out of me after what felt like forever. He stuck his fingers out towards my mouth and said, "Open." I opened my mouth just as he had asked and sucked on his fingers. Tasting myself was so erotic and I was immediately ready for another round.

"Are you clean?" I asked him, and his eyes grew wide. He knew that I was basically asking to have sex without a condom. I knew I was clean, and I trusted Matthew. If he didn't want to, then I understood, but condom sex was definitely not my favorite.

"Yes, I am. You want to have sex without a condom?"

"Only if you are okay with it."

"I am more than okay with it," He giggled.

"Then fuck me, Matthew."

His face became serious all over again. He flipped me over onto my stomach and picked my hips up, so my ass was in the air. I felt him get behind me and, he started to rub his tip against my slit. That is when I knew he was going to be completely relentless with me.

I pushed my ass back towards him, trying to force his dick to slide into me.

"Be patient. I promise you will get fucked, Noah. You won't be able to walk without thinking of what my cock did to you," Matthew spoke. I could hear the sultriness dripping from his voice. I moaned at his words.

He slowly pushed into me at an agonizing pace. I felt everything as my pussy wrapped around him. He pulled out all the way, before sinking back into me once more. He was teasing me like no other.

Matthew knew how bad I needed him. He knew how much I needed to be told what do as his cock was buried in me. I wanted to cry at how slow he was going. How he would completely remove himself from me, just to thrust back into me.

Suddenly, he threw his hips forward and pounded into me. I immediately grabbed onto the sheets and held on for dear life. He saw that and clearly didn't like it, because he grabbed both of my hands and twisted them behind my back. Matthew used my wrists for leverage as he rammed his cock into me.

He let out guttural moans, which only turned me on even more. He switched his grip on my wrists so that he could hold onto them with one hand. His free hand came up to my hair, and he wrapped it tightly around his fist, lifting my shoulders off the bed. I let out a loud cry as the pain turned into pleasure.

"Can you handle it, Noah? Do I need to stop?" He said, which was more of a tease than a serious question.

"No. Fuck! Don't stop, Matthew."

I heard him lowly chuckle from behind me. I was bewildered at how he could stay so composed. I was a mess. His words and the continuous pounding brought me to my second orgasm. He continued to fuck me without faltering for even a second.

"I can feel you pulsing around me. Fuck you feel so good," Matthew moaned as I neared the end of my orgasm. I was confused as to why he hadn't came yet. I realized why when he flipped me over onto my stomach and continued to fuck me.

There was no way that he was gonna try to make me come three times before 9:00 a.m. Who was this man??

He lifted my legs over his shoulder like before, and I could feel him even deeper now. I was so sensitive it was unreal. Matthew didn't care, though. He fucked me like he would never see me again.

Both of us were dripping in sweat and probably some other fluids. Matthew grabbed onto my shoulders and thrust into me furiously. One hand came around to my throat as his thumb rubbed against my lips. My mouth opened, inviting his finger in for me to suck on. His grip tightened around my throat as his thrusts became more calculated, only doing what felt good for both of us.

His lips came down onto my throat, sucking harshly. I would have marks all over my body by the end of the day. I wasn't a fan of hickeys, but I would let Matthew mark me up any way he liked. I moaned loudly into his ear, and tears started to stream down my face as I let out loud sobs.

No one had ever made me feel so good. His devilish grin was back on his face, he loved watching me turn into a complete mess. His persistence never ended. I was extremely overstimulated at this point, and Matthew could tell especially because my legs were shaking violently.

"Come on, baby. I know you can come for me one more time. Be a good girl and come for me."

His wish was my command. As soon as he stopped talking, I came for the third time. My moans had just turned into weeps and sobs. My legs continued to shake as my whole body felt like it was convulsing. Matthew watched me closely, loving the way he made me turn to mush.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his thrusts became erratic. Just as he got to the edge of his orgasm, he pulled out of me. Matthew came all over my stomach my chest, and a drop even reached my chin. He watched me as my tongue darted out of my mouth and licked the remnants of him off my face. He smiled at me before wiping some off the dried tears off my face.

He walked over to the bathroom to grab a washcloth for me. When he was finished wiping me down, he collapsed next to me. I could tell he was exhausted.

"Would you like me to make you breakfast?" I asked sweetly.

"Can you make french toast?"

I nodded at him before getting up and walking out of his room. I should say, I tried to walk out of his room. My legs were so weak, and I was basically limping towards the door. Matthew saw and immediately got up to help me.

"Why didn't you tell me that I hurt you?" He asked me with a look of distraught written on his face. His arm looped around my back to help lift me up.

"You gave me three orgasms. I am going to be sore for a little. It's nothing that I didn't ask for," I told him truthfully. I enjoyed every second of this morning.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that," Matthew said sadly.

"Matthew, stop. I am okay. Can you just help me put my panties back on, and maybe a shirt?" I asked, trying my best to take his mind off of things. He grabbed one of his t-shirts to put on me, along with some of his underwear.

"I like the way your ass looks in my underwear," he laughed before spanking it lightly. I giggled with him as he helped me walk to his kitchen.  

I made us both french toast and we ate together in almost silence. It wasn't an awkward silence, but I was curious as to what he was thinking. He seemed to have a lot on my mind, but I knew it was not my place to pry. He cleaned the kitchen when we were finished eating, and it was still too quiet for me.

"Are you okay?" I asked him, not being able to take it anymore. He looked up at me, shocked that I had asked.

"I am okay, Noah. Would you.. um. Would you like to go out with me tonight?"

"Go out? Like, go to a party?" I asked, with eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"No.. I was hoping we could go on a date. Like, a real date." Matthew spoke lowly as if he didn't want me to hear what he was saying.

My breath hitched in my throat. I felt my cheeks get pink at the thought of Matthew taking me on a date. I didn't know how to feel about that considering this little fling we had going on was just supposed to be sex. A date really doesn't make sense for a couple of fuck buddies.

"I would love nothing more than to go on a date with you, Matthew," I spoke before I could even process what I was saying. The words seem to just tumble out of my mouth, but I meant them.

He gave me a big smile before laying kisses all over my face and finally landing on my lips. He seemed excited which could only make me feel the same way.

"Should I wear anything in particular?" I asked, trying to get a feel for what kind of date this was going to be. I had never been on a serious date before.

"Something fancy," Matthew said with a grin.

Shortly after our conversation, I left Matthew to do some homework and get ready for the evening. I was getting in my head because frankly, I don't own anything 'fancy'.

I told Ellie about our date, and as always she was elated. She said she didn't own anything fancy either. We decided to just go shopping together so I could find something. I am sure Matthew didn't mean that I needed to wear a ball gown or anything like that. I was under the assumption he just meant something a little more ornate than what I would normally go for.

My style was always something short, backless, and low cut. That is exactly what I ended up buying. Ellie gave me a look of shock as I came out of the dressing room with a tight red dress on that was borderline obscene, but I knew I could pull it off.

"You look hot," she said after she eyed me up and down.

I gave myself a little pep talk before eventually buying it. I was trying to reassure myself that it wasn't too much. I had a feeling Matthew would love anything I had on.

When Ellie and I got back to our dorm, she immediately got to work on me. She started by doing my makeup, and even when I told her I didn't want too much, she insisted that I needed the whole nine yards. Next, she curled my hair which took a whole hour. Normally, I would have my hair and makeup done in 20 minutes, and it would suffice.

When she was finished I slipped on the little red dress I had bought hours before. Ellie let me borrow a pair of black heels that would definitely have me falling over the place, especially considering the state of my legs from this morning.

I looked at myself in the mirror for a very long time before leaving. The butterflies in my stomach were at an all-time high. In the back of my mind, I knew I had nothing to worry about because Matthew would make everything perfect.

Matthew texted me he was downstairs, and Ellie gave me a good luck kiss on the cheek before I left. I tripped twice on the way downstairs and I couldn't tell if it was my nerves or the heels.

"You're a bad bitch, Noah. You can do this," I spoke to myself before exiting the elevator and walking outside. I immediately spotted Matthew waiting outside on his car for me. At first, he did not notice me because he was facing the other way.

He was wearing fitted slacks with a button-down shirt and a tie. His sleeves were rolled up to make his outfit slightly more casual. I felt myself start to drool over him the longer I stared. He was gorgeous.

When I got closer to him, the sound of my footsteps made his head turn my way quickly. I felt my whole body turn ten shades of red as his eyes raked over me.

"Hi," I said meekly.

Matthew didn't speak. He waited until I was close enough for him to pull me in. His arms wrapped around me and held me close to him. One hand tilted my head up to meet him in a passionate kiss, the other hand traveled down to my ass as he grabbed a handful.

We didn't wait for formalities, his tongue roamed its way into my mouth and devoured me. His hands were all over me in a heated exchange, making me moan against his mouth. He pulled away, knowing that if he didn't stop now, then we might never get to our date.

"This dress is driving me crazy. How am I supposed to keep everyone's eyes off of you tonight?" He asked, while still holding onto my hands.

"Do you like it?" I asked, even though I knew exactly how he felt.

"Do a spin for me."

I twirled around making sure to go extra slow when my back was facing him, so he could get a good look at everything. I peered over my shoulder at him, giving him the most innocent eyes I could muster. When I turned to face him again, he gave me a little smirk before saying, "I love it."

I gave him one last chaste kiss before getting into his car. We drove for around 20 minutes or so, exchanging small conversations. There may have been some light touching and kissing on my part. I could never resist myself around him.

Eventually, we pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant. I was relieved to see everyone wearing relatively similar clothing to us. My biggest fear is being under or overdressed.

"Matthew. Reservation for two," He told the hostess. We followed her to a secluded table, where Matthew pulled out a chair for me.

"How chivalrous," I teased after sitting down.

"Just wait until we get home, you'll see how chivalrous I can be."

My face became stoic as I felt a heartbeat between my legs. Matthew just laughed at me.

We ordered our food and talked about anything and everything. There was never a moment of silence between us. We talked about things neither of us had mentioned before. I felt like I was finally getting to know Matthew, and he was getting to know me. Throughout the night, it felt like there was a constant smile on his face.

Even after we finished eating, we still sat and talked for another hour or so. I didn't mind at all, I was more than happy to sit and talk all night. I was at ease with Matthew, until he said something that put me slightly on edge.

"Can I ask you something, Noah?" I dreaded that question. Even as a child, when someone asks you that question, it usually means trouble.

"You can ask me anything," I spoke, my words being a lot more confident than I felt.

"Where do you see this going?" Matthew asked me. I was taken aback at his words. This is not the conversation that I expected to be having tonight. I knew we had to speak about it eventually, though.

"I'm... I'm not s-sure. I like you a lot. Where do you see this going?" I replied, getting more and more nervous as the seconds went on.

"I like you too. I like what we have going on right now, but... it doesn't seem like enough." He paused, and I almost started speaking again but he cut me off before I could.

"I want you to be mine," Matthew said, and his hand reached across the table to hold onto mine. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to be his as well. I knew that for sure, but I didn't know how to tell him that.

"Yes," I said, stupidly.

"Yes, what?"

"I want to be yours. I want to be your girlfriend. I want to be with you. I don't want either of us to see other people. That means if I see you at a party with another girl I will fucking kill you, Matthew." I spoke quickly and all at once. The words flew out of my mouth before I realized I sounded a little crazy. His smile grew wider and wider the more I spoke, so maybe I wasn't that crazy.

We didn't need to exchange any more words, we knew exactly where we stood. We left the restaurant smiling like idiots. We drove to Matthew's apartment, and as always, our hands were all over each other.

We celebrated our small happy little moment with a glass of champagne before having magical sex. Matthew made sure to bring up that I was his during sex as well. He made sure that I said, "I'm yours," 1000 times. Typical.

"Goodnight, my sweet girl," Matthew spoke before kissing the top of my head. I cuddle into his chest and replied, "Goodnight, Matthew." I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.

[araingirl]

Evermore: A carnal hell

Alert: Adult content! 

A thin line of lighting could be seen in the sky, breaking the usual pattern of condensed darkness of the rainy weather. Salima startled-no, not for the sudden presence of the thunderbolt in the sky, but for the expected, yet, surprising appearance of the knight of thunder himself at her doorway before whom even the candles of the room also faded away. Standing up, she turned to the corridor, discovering the flustered, restless face of the raven-haired neko-jin. His jaw was stiff a bit; golden eyes were fixed only on her appearance. Before it, a lot of times, he’d seen her in less ornaments-in fact, he himself had used to remove those accessories with his own hands. Then why was she looking so mystic, so cryptic today?

“Ray!” Salima rushed to him, her feet clinked on the marble floor like a pair of anklets. Smiling, the raven-haired neko-jin spread his arms by both sides, hoping that she would lock him in her embrace. But no, shattering all his hopes, her hands landed on the collars of his Tang suit, leaving his well-built torso. Ray winced; his eyes went widened at this agile move of the red-haired queen. On the other hand, in the onyx orbs of the empress, there were a mixture of wrath, desires and possessiveness, piercing the heart of the neko-jin like the tip of a dagger. His eyes got moistened at it but he only screwed his brows in return.

“Queen!” The knight squeezed her shoulders, “What happened? You never welcomed me like this in your room before it!”

“So what should I have done then?” Venom dripped from her throat, “Should I have shower rose petals on you because you won such a war...opps sorry, the big heart of such a woman like princess Mariah? Did…did this infinite sky become so stormy and thunderous that you kept hiding your face in the lap of your wife like a scared bird in its nest? This wasn’t expected from general Kon at all!”

“Salima!” Ray blurted as his face went beetroot in embarrassment and guilty feelings.

“You know? Do you have any idea?” The red-haired queen blurted, grabbing the nape of the knight of amour and hungrily biting around his collar-bones, straightly looking at his dazed eyes with her sharp onyxes, “Do you have any idea how much these flames were burning inside me? Smother them if you can!”

More in abrupt pleasure, less in trivial pain, the knight of amour moaned as blood dripped from the new wounds opened by the fangs of the tigress around his pectoral girdle. Their foreheads got thumped against each other; Ray’s hands occupied the back-hair of the queen with the same force. Hissing, he spoke, returning the same burning and vicious gazes to her, “I know how badly you were craving for me, my lady. I returned here only because of you, leaving my newly wedded bride when she was peacefully sleeping on her bed. No one in this world has any right on the body, mind and soul of Ray Kon, except you, my queen!”

Lightly shoving her, he knelt down on the ground, spreading his arms and lowering his gazes, “Even after this, if you want, you can punish me according to your wishes. I’m ready-for everything you do with me, Salima. From now onwards and evermore, this Ray Kon belongs only and only to you.”

Seething, the red-haired queen threw the veil on the floor, revealing her sleeveless purple blouse. Scoop neck it had, clearly depicting her cocktail glass cleavage, yet, failing to bind her c-cup breasts as they wanted to come out, penetrating the barrier of the fabric. Hugging her waist and hips perfectly along with the shameless display of her bottomless navel, being the center of her carnal appeals, the bottom was white, transparent. Piercing it, the moonlight divulged the beauty of her shaved, naked, slender legs. Following it, she flung her nose-ring and earrings on the ground too, before the baffled eyes of the Chinese general.

However, the next move of the queen shocked him to no end. Salima grabbed a longsword from a pillar and progressed towards him. Before he could understand anything, the blade severed the white hairwrap, unfastening his hair as well as his soul from the barrier of fear and social status. Lush, knee-length ebony locks splayed across the floor. With the next swing of her sword, all the buttons of his Tangsuit got loosened, dropping one by one in front of his eyes. The third happened as the queen swirled, raising the rapier a bit high. This time, the tip of the longsword detached the entire top from his torso. Before her eyes, the tanned, mesomorphic chest, the broad and round shoulders and slender, yet, beefy triceps of the neko-jin got divulged.

“Perfect!” Salima lustfully licked her lips, “You’re looking divine, the knight of amor.”

“Hehehe….” Snickering, Ray stood up, pushing a few strands behind his left ear, “This slave of amour of yours wants to give you something too on this auspicious occasion, my queen.”

“Is that so?” Salima innocently blinked, “What?”

Smirking and without letting the redhead understand anything, Ray grasped her naked waist and gripped her hair firmly as his smoky, chapped lips crashed on hers smooth, colorful ones. Like four layers, they were boogying on one another, changing their position again and again. In blind passion, Salima draped her arms around his torso and nape, her squishy breasts kept bumping against his rock-hard thorax. Orifices danced against each other in an acute angle, making their heads rotate rhythmically. Ray’s vindictive tongue, without any permission, broke into Salima’s mouth like an intruder and explored through her, tickling all her taste buds . Whether they were kissing each other or drinking from each other, it couldn’t be guessed at all.

Their breaths stimulated the lungs of the other as the neko-jin lead the queen towards her bed. His lips descended to her neck now, leaving the tender bite marks of his tiger fangs and wearing the belt of her left thigh around his waist. She moaned, clutching his head closer to her heartbeats and keeping her eyes half-lidded in unfulfilled carnal desires. However, she wasn’t completely lost inside him, she had some senses too. Utilizing them, she turned the neko-jin against the soft-feather bed. At the next second, she departed a bit from him. Giving him no chance to question, she booted his chest hard, making his back thud against the bedcover.

“Ouch!” He growled, giving a sharp stare at the queen. The latter grinned, gently landing on his torso. Stroking his cheekbone seductively that led her fingers to the side of his neck, giving him goosebumps, she whispered with the amount of sensuous longing in her voice, “Now now, general Ray Kon, the knight of amour, what were you thinking? You don’t even have the idea regarding the brain of this queen of seduction!”

“If so…” Ray fervently breathed, letting her dominate him, “Today, this ocean is only yours. Make him feel worthy and fortunate by diving in him, thus, smothering your burning flames, ignited in your carnal hell.”

The same smirk returned to the face of the redhead. Grabbing the crystal jug of the wine from the side table, she tilted him on the bed and poured the sinful liquid across his backbone. It dripped through the back dent of the neko-jin like a cascade, flowing between two hills. Following the inebriating downpour on the base of his rock-hard body, her lips alighted, sucking his wine-drenched skin. She let her tongue dance on the stage, once again, satisfying her taste buds and avenging the kissing session. One of her hands got slid under his chest and pinched his right nipple hard. To be honest, Ray Kon was her all-time favorite goblet.

“Aaah!” Ray moaned, clasping the bedsheet with his fingernails and breathing hard, not able to take such amount of fire inside him. Flames were rampaging all through his body along with her lips and tongue, making him get a boner. He started the kissing session only to melt her. Never did he think that he would be the one to be thawed in this way. In passion, in comfort, his eyes got closed. He tossed his arms and legs feverishly, his lungs raced with his heartbeats as Salima fondled his back with her fingers. He wondered…how could his rock-hard, solid muscles turn into flour dough under her hands? Did they know magic?

“Get up, man,” Salima lay down beside him, “Fuel yourself. Or…that pink-haired princess has snatched all your energy, not even leaving crumbs for this thirsty queen?”

“Never,” Ray smirked tiredly, “This night is ours and you’ll get to enjoy the fullest.”

“Right you are,” The redhead pulled him closer, “Why to slow down then? Let’s get back to that time when eternity was in our lips, and, in our eyes!”

They pulled the blanket over themselves as the room, once again, got filled with groans and moans. With the rhythm of their lovemaking, the bed shuddered violently. Yet, they cared the least, too engrossed in the burning flames of their own carnal hell.

[ghostlyshylee]

Nightmares

(Pre-story note, I originally posted this on DeviantArt back in 2016. I would love to write again and share my ideas with people. This is technically my first fiction so it may be a bit rough around the edges so let me know how you feel, any criticism welcomed!)

[Lee: Naruto - Ler: Kakashi; platonic]

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It was another usual day of training for squad 7, Naruto butting heads with Sasuke and Sakura getting on the blonde’s case. “Alright everyone that’s enough training for one afternoon.” Said Kakashi exhausted from Naruto constantly bickering with Sasuke. “Aw man! But I’m not even tired yet!” Naruto argued. “Hmph, you look pretty tired to me.” Retorted Sasuke sarcastically. Naruto was about to go at it again but was interrupted by one annoyed Sakura. “Naruto why don’t you just give it a rest already?!” She stressed. “Man why’s everyone always on HIS side?” Naruto pouted. Kakashi sighed at his squad while putting away his latest romance novel. “Well I don’t know about you three but I’m starving so how ‘bout I treat you all to some lunch to reward your recent hard work?” Everyone’s face lit up at the offer, Naruto’s in particular. “Alright! Can we eat at Ichiraku’s? Please??” Naruto asked eagerly. “Why does it always have to be Ichiraku’s?” Sighed Sakura. “Because Ichiraku’s is the best!” Stated Naruto like it was the most obvious fact ever. I really don’t mind where we eat.“ Added Kakashi. "I guess there’s no choice.” Said Sakura. “Whatever.” Said Sasuke not really caring where he ate either.

-Some Time Later-

*Sluurrrp*

“…ahh! That hit the spot!” Exclaimed Naruto satisfied with his third bowl. Sasuke casually wiped his mouth as Sakura finished her bowl. “Nothing beats Ichiraku’s ramen!” Said Naruto. “Here’s what we owe you.” Said Kakashi handing over the ryo. “Well I’m heading home everyone, thank you for luch Kakashi sensei.” Said Sakura readying herself to leave. “Alright then see ya, stay safe.” Kakashi said as he waved her goodbye. “Well no use for me to hang around here so I guess I’m off too.” Said Sasuke while hopping from his seat. “Thanks for the food Kakashi.” He said as he walked out of the ramen shop, Kakashi nodding in response. After a few minutes passed Kakashi began to lean back onto the bar, a bit lost in thought while Naruto patted his stomach satisfied. Kakashi’s eyes had begun to wonder and eventually ended up on Naruto’s stomach. “Hmm, the nine tails.” Kakashi thought to himself.  "Wonder how that seal has been holding up.“ "Eh, something wrong sensei..? "Naruto asked curiously. "Hmm? Oh, it’s nothing.” Kakashi said while looking fowards. “Well… actually there is something Naruto.” Naruto sat up at full attention. “What is it?” Kakashi paused for a moment. “I was wondering about your seal.” Naruto looked at him a bit confused but then realized what he meant by “seal”. “Oh, it’s coming along OK I guess…” Kakashi looked at him with a questioning look. “Just OK? He asked. "Well…” Naruto started. “Do you want to talk about it in private?” Kakashi asked with a hint of concern. “Sure I guess..” Replied Naruto a little anxious. “Alright, let’s head back to the training grounds then.” Said Kakashi. They both got up and thanked Ichiraku for the meal then left for the training grounds.

Some time had passed since they went to eat for the sun was starting to set and the sky was quite orange. “So, what seems to be the problem?” Asked Kakashi as they both got comfortable on the grass. “Well, ever since that fight with Haku I’ve been having these weird dreams.” Said a Naruto, sounding a bit uncertain. “Weird dreams?” Asked Kakashi. “Not really dreams … they’re more like nightmares.” Naruto said looking tense. “Tell me Naruto, what happens in these nightmares?” Asked Kakashi. “Well it’s hard to explain but I would wake up in a cave, but I’m still asleep and some reason it just stinks so bad in there.” Explained Naruto. “And I would try to find my way out but I keep running in circles but then I’d finally find a straight path that always leads me to a cage.” Said Naruto. “A cage?” Asked Kakashi worried. “Yeah, a giant cage. It’s so weird but like there’s always some kind of monster in the cage calling my name, telling me to come closer… it’s just so creepy.” Said Naruto staring into his legs. “I wish the nightmare would stop but it’s been happening every night ever since that fight.” Naruto said with a hint of sadness and defeat. Kakashi put his hand on his shoulder to try and comfort him.

“Maybe I should take a look at your seal.” Naruto was a bit suprised by the suggestion and eyed his sensei with a bit of confusion. “Oh, uh alright.” Kakashi motioned for Naruto to stand. “Alright, remove your jacket.” Kakashi pointed out and Naruto did as instructed. “Ok now what?” Asked Naruto, admittedly a bit nervous but also curious. “Now I need you to come closer so I can examine the seal.” Stated Kakashi. “Right.” Said Naruto as he moved close enough for Kakashi to examine. “Alright I’m going to lift your shirt up a little.” He lifted his shirt revealing the seal, Naruto held it in place to make it easier for him. Kakashi then proceeded to lightly trace the seal markings. “So it seems nothing’s been changed yet, that’s a relief.” He thought to himself while continuing to examine Naruto. While thinking to himself he was snapped back to reality by Naruto suppressing what sounded like… giggles? He looked up at Naruto to see a large smile across his face. “Hmm” He mused. “What’s wrong Naruto?” Asking curiously, already having a pretty good idea. “It kind of tickles when you do that.” He replied. “Tickles, huh?” Asked Kakashi a bit mischievously. A thought came to him, giving him a cruel idea.

“This might be a bit fun.” He thought to himself, a playful look in his showing eye. In an instant, Naruto found himself in a headlocked position, bringing him to his knees. “K-Kakashi sensei?!” Stammered Naruto, uncertain of what just happened. Instead of replying, Kakashi simply glided his free hand over the seal. “Ka-hah kashi-heheheh sen-henseiheheh!!” Kakashi simply smirked and increased his pacing. “N-no! Stah-hahaha sto-hop! Pleasheheheseee!! Why are you, hahahahah!! Doing-hing thi-hiseheheh?!”

“I’m simply testing that seal of yours.” Kakashi replied casually. “Nohoho! Na-hahat like this!!” Kakashi just shruged and began to pick up his pace while tickling a bit harder. Bwahahahah!! Nahaha! St-stohahahap! Hahahahaha!“ As the tickling continued Kakashi decided to take a different direction. "Ahahahahahahaha! W-what’re youhohoho-” He cut himself off with a squeak as Kakashi assaulted his pits next. “AHahaha!! Nahahahahahah! It’s tohohoho much! Plea- *squeak* don’t!!” Kakashi hearing Naruto’s squeaks continues the rough house on his pits. Ah-HAH!! IS THIS REALLY HELPING?!“ Screamed Naruto. Kakashi being entertained and not wanting to let up, devised a new idea. Kakashi let up on the headlock, immediately after Naruto nearly doubled over on the ground from the extensive "inspection”. “I-is is over?” Asked Naruto catching his breath. “Nope.” Kakashi simply replied.

Taking advantage of his student’s exhausted state, Kakashi pulled Naruto into his lap, grabbing both of his wrists. “No… heheh no!” Naruto began to realize his situation. “Come now Naruto, it requires a great deal of inspection to make sure one’s seal is holding up.” Kakashi said trying to sound serious but coming across as a bit cheeky. “Besides, I’d say you needed bit of cheering up having such nightmares.” “But I don’t need to be cheered up, I’m fine!” Naruto forced an almost painful smile on his face. “Mmmm I don’t buy it.” Said Kakashi as he suddenly drove his finers into Naruto’s left ribcage, this of course driving Naruto into hysterics. “MUAHAHAHA!! N-HAHA NO!! KAHAHA KASHIHEHEHEH!!” “Yes?” Kakashi said speaking over Naruto’s laughter. “STAHAHAHAHAPAHAHA!! PLEAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Naruto screamed. “Hmm…” Kakashi mused while doing a spider crawl motion on his right rib. “YOUHORHOR KILLEHEHENING MEHEHEHEH!!” Kakashi looked at Naruto faking a shocked expression. “So it seems I am.” Kakashi decided to let up on the poor boy and Naruto took this time to breath some much needed air.

“Heh..heh… that was awful” Naruto breathlessly exclaimed. “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.” Kakashi smiled, Naruto’s wrists still in hand. A good few minutes passed by while Naruto caught his breath, he was about to question why he was still being held captive in his sensei’s lap only to be swiftly cut off with a loud and wet sound. Naruto taken by complete surprise (and tickly sensations) shrieked. “NAHAHA-BWAHAHA AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I C-CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE THIHIHIHIHISSSSS!!!” Naruto unable to form sentences right suffered through what seemed like endless raspberries.  Five long minutes later Kakashi finally let up and Naruto was a gasping mess, his face had reddened with the amount of harsh tickling and Kakashi could see tears taking form. “Well looks like I DID go overboard…” Naruto looked at Kakashi angrily, or would’ve appeared that way if there wasn’t a huge smile plastered to his face.

“You… you-hoo jerherherk…” “I try.” Smiled Kakashi. A few minutes go by as Naruto’s coloration finally returned back to normal and was finally able to get up out of Kakashi’s grasp. “Man, that was still a really jerk move!” Puffed Naruto at Kakashi. “Hmm I wonder what Sasuke and Sakura would think of this?”  Mused Kakashi. “WHAT?!! YOU’RE NOT TELLIN’ THEM ARE YOU?!” Panicked Naruto. “Calm down Naruto, I’m just pulling your leg.” Kakashi said, letting out a small chuckle. “Right…” Naruto said, still a bit embarrassed about it. “Naruto..” “Wh-what is it?” He asked. If anything actually does happen with your seal come and tell me, ok?“ Kakashi said while ruffling Naruto’s hair. "Yeah ok.” Kakashi made up to Naruto with some more ramen later that night for the extensive “examining” and Naruto didn’t really mind.

-Later that night-

Naruto had just gotten home from his second ramen run with Kakashi. “Man, finally home!” Naruto said exhausted from prior events. “What a day…” He said to himself as he plopped down on his bed, too exhausted to shower even, to be infact he was happy to go to sleep for he didn’t feel afraid of the nightmare anymore.

[creambunnie]

Mine

OC(y/n) X Hendery fluff cute

Enjoy~~~

you cursed under your breath as your tablemate,Mark, swapped places with crush!Hendery for your class work. Your teacher assigned Hendery to be your partner for your project. you tugged Mark's shirt , begging him to stay . Mark only pulled away softly and chuckled before whispering a little 'goodluck' as he walked over to his partner.

you quickly turned your gaze to your book when you see Hendery walking towards you. "Hi y/n!". Hendery greeted softly as he sat on Mark's chair. you nodded your head as you waited for your teacher's next instructions. yes. you are an awkward turtle that does not know how to act in front of people who you are not close to , especially your crush. Hendery looked at you and scratched his neck before clearing his throat. "are you okay?". he asked softly. you gulped before nodding your head slowly,eyes still on your teacher. you felt his gaze on you as he bit his lips. "are you really sure? you don't look like you are pleased to have me as your partner. you want me to request the teacher to change ?". Hendery babbled as he panicked . you groaned inwardly. now Hendery was just making you guilty for being awkward.

you finally turned towards him , your breath hitched at the handsome sight in front of you. "i--i'm fine alright. i'm just a bit sleepy.". you gave an excuse. Hendery's face brightened up as you looked at him. the two of you quickly faced the front when the teacher gave your assignment questions that was based on a literature text.

"why not you take the first part of the text and question and i take the other half? that way we can finish our work faster and you know, you can sleep hehehe". Hendery suggested and giggled. You tried your best not to squish his cheeks for being so cute. you nodded your head and buried your face in your book before you do anything to your cute crush.

You were attracted to Hendery when you saw him dorking around with his friends in the hallway. Hendery was so carefree, it was fun to see his crazy antics. you can never deny the fact that he was goodlooking but that was just a bonus . His personality was what made him adorable.

A few paragraphs into the text , you came across a part that you really didn't understand even after reading it repeatedly . you decided to ask for help from your partner. you put aside your feelings for Hendery and focus on your work . you tapped his arm gently and stayed strong as he faced you oh so charmingly.

"i-i don't understand this part. can you explain it to me?". you stuttered. Hendery nodded and smiled widely. He naturally wrapped his long arm around your chair as he leaned closer to you so that he could see the part you didn't understand. your plan to ignore your feelings for him was near to a failure. you felt his chest against your arm. your cheeks were definitely burning hot from his body warmth and the close distance. you see his lips move, explaining to you. but you didn't hear a thing he was saying, too distracted by his presence.

"do you get it now?". Hendery asked as he turned to you . you were caught of guard when you felt his warm mint breath on your cheeks. you leaned back in reflex but hit your back on Hendery's arm that was around your chair. you quickly leaned forward and met his handsome face again. you nodded but then shook your head. "i'm sorry i still don't really get it.". you apologised. you were ready to face an annoyed Hendery. but instead, you heard him chuckled as he patted your head. "it's okay, this part is very complicated. why not you complete the questions that you can first, and i will finish up the rest?". Hendery suggested again. you nodded and gave an okay sign. too overwhelmed to even speak a word to him now.

you tried doing your work but the silence in the classroom made you sleepy and so you dozed off while finishing your work .

you opened your eyes slowly when you felt your neck hurting from laying your head down on your table, only to be greeted by a cute sleeping face in front of you. you gasped softly when you saw Hendery's face right in front of you. When Hendery saw you fell asleep , he finished your part and his before laying his head down too. He didn't really plan to fall asleep too. He was just staring at you lovingly but your calm breathing soothed him and so he fell asleep too.

you didn't know what got into you but you stretced your hand out to remove his bangs that was covering his long lashes. a few seconds later,Hendery fidgeted and opened his eyes slowly. you panicked and quickly stood up fron your chair, screeching your chair in the process. Hendery jolted up in his seat as he was shocked from the sudden loud noise.

now the teacher and the whole class were looking at you and your partner.

"do you and your friend have any questions, y/n?". The teacher asked. you gulped and accidentally mumbled under your breath. "he is not a friend.". but little did you know , Hendery heard you.

"i'm sorry, what did you say?". the teacher asked again.

you gulped and shook your head. "nothing, i'm sorry for distracting the class.". the teacher nodded and continued grading your other assignments.

you sat down and closed your eyes, too embarrassed to look at Hendery now. you heard snickering behind you. you turned only to see Mark and his partner,Lucas, giggling at your moment. you rolled your eyes at Mark and showed him a killing sign. your interaction with Mark was cut off when Hendery tapped your shoulder.

"our work is finished. you can continue resting if you want to.". He told and gave a smile. but not as wide as his usual one. "but before that...". he continued. you stared at him, waiting for his next words. "what did you mean when you say i'm not your friend? am i just a classmate or am i more than a friend?".

your eyes widened when you heard his unexpected question. Hendery looked at you as he sincerely anticipated your reply. you gulped as you tried finding words to say. fortunately,you were saved by the bell.

"i-i gotta go quickly.". you said as you hurriedly grabbed your bag and ran to the exit right after the teacher dismissed the class.

you ran as fast as you can and grabbed your bestfriend's, Xiaojun, arm and dragged him to the school entrance.

"woah woah, why are you in a rush?". Xiaojun asked as he pulled you back after finding his balance.

"i gotta avoid someone and i want to avoid him immediately.". you replied.

Xiaojun chuckled and ruffled your hair. "my friend asked for help so i invited him to my house. he is walking back with us". Xiaojun explained.

you sighed and pouted. "friend? who? ". Xiaojun nodded his head towards a boy who walking towards the both of you. "yeah, Hendery. I'm sure you have classes with him.".

Both your eyes and Hendery's widened when you saw each other. Hendery smiled widely and waved at you. While you turned to Xiaojun quickly and pinched his arm. "I was running away from him!". you whispered. Xiaojun groaned in pain and pouted. "I'm sorry,I didn't know that!". You sighed in frustration . Your bestfriend didn't know about your crush on Hendery. Only Mark did because he caught you doodling a picture of Hendery on your notebook.

"hey y/n ! I didn't know you were friend with Xiaojun.". You only nodded and smiled. you walked on Xiaojun's right side while Hendery walked on the other .

you were in your own world when the boys' conversation attracted your attention.

"hey Xiaojun, does y/n has a boyfriend?". Xiaojun chuckled and wrapped his arm around your neck. "this awkward turtle? nope she doesn't,". you hit his arm and pushed him away as you pouted.

"why did you ask me? she is right here hahaha,". Xiaojun said.

Hendery chuckled and shook his head. He glanced at you for a moment before turning towards Xiaojun. "i'm too scared to ask her. i'm afraid she would ignore my question.". you felt bad hearing his response. he was definitely talking about earlier.

"i really like her,Xiaojun. she is so cute and dorky.". Hendery suddenly confessed. you were shocked and didn't know what to do. Xiaojun looked up quickly to Hendery and chuckled.

"can you tell her that for me Xiaojun?".

"but she heard you confessing earlier.". Xiaojun sais with a confused tone.

Hendery chuckled and patted Xiaojun's shoulder. "That was me telling you. I'm too shy to say it to y/n. ".

Xiaojun scrunched up his nose at his friend's words. Xiaojun took your hand in one hand and Hendery's in the other before putting the both of your hands together.

"why not the both of you settle this up first here,while i go back first,okay?". Xiaojun said as he quickly ran ,leaving the two of you awkwardly holding each other's hands.

Hendery held your hand tighter, making you look up to him. "you heard me earlier right?". He asked softly. you sighed and nodded. Hendery took a step closer , closing the distance between the both you. "so am i just a classmate or am i more than a friend?". he asked with his low voice.

you gulped as you stared at his lips. you flickered your eyes up to look into his sincere ones. "i like you too, Hendery.". you finally confessed.

His lips formed a smiled as he leaned forward to give you a sweet kiss on your soft lips.

Hendery pulled away after a few seconds to take some air. you were still in a daze at the sudden kiss.

"sorry, i can't hold myself back from kissing you. i held it back in the classroom earlier. you were so cute when you slept. you mumbled in your sleep about food.". Hendery said.

your eyes widened as you covered your face with your hands. "ahh that was embarrassing. ".

Hendery laughed and patted your head. You pouted as you pinched his cheeks. "you know your laugh is so cute? i held myself back earlier from squishing your cheeks.".

Hendery giggled and squeked at your comment.

"where is my awkward turlte? who are you and what did you to her?" . Hendery joked.

you rolled your eyes and pinched his side.

"YOUR turtle ? who said i am yours?". you teased.

Hendery took your hand into his and interwined your fingers together.

"when you responded to my kiss, that is basically saying that you are mine now.".

you chuckled at his sense and pecked his cheek.

"then you are mine too,". you said.

Hendery nodded and pecked your knuckle as the two of you went to Xiaojun's house together.

i know it may suck but i needed to write something about Hendery so here we goooo

[bhairston]

Undertaker x OC (smut)

Raven's pov

Ciel told me that we were going to visit someone to get some information about a case he is working on. I'm currently thinking about adopting a child. I can have children of my on but I'm not married, engaged or even been involved with anyone. My little brother is engaged to someone named Elizabeth Milford. I came home from a business trip, that I got fired for. It wasn't even my fault, Janet was the one setting fire to curtains and she blamed it on me. So here I am. My brother's butler came and told me it was time to go.

~time skip brought to you by  my love of undertaker and ash~

We enter the shop. Coffins are every where, but I felt oddly comfortable.

"Hehehehehe" I hear a strange laugh coming from the room.

"Undertaker!" My brother calls out.

"Ello young lord, are you here to be fitted for one of my coffins today? "A man asks coming from the back room. The man had long grayish white hair with bangs covering his eyes, he wore black robe with a dark grey scarf and he looked like he was in his early twenties. Have to admit he was hot.

"No undertaker I'm not here for that. I'm here for information. "My brother says. I start singing a song in my head and I start dancing slightly. Undertaker looks over at me.

"Who is the dancing flower?"He asks.

"She is my sister. Raven stop dancing! "Ciel says. I stop dancing and looked around embarrassed. Undertaker smiles at me.

"You know my price Phantomhive. Give me the joy of prime laughter or something else that isn't the queen's coins. "Undertaker says.

"Something else like what?" Ciel asks.

"Like sex with your sister." Undertaker says and looks at me.

"You're not sleeping with my sister. "Ciel says.

"Ciel do you really want the information? "I ask.

"Well yes."He says.

"Fine then I'll do it. Do want the payment now or later when you close the shop?"I ask as my cheeks redden.

"You can pay me with your body when I close the shop." Undertaker says.

"Okay then."I say. Undertaker starts telling ciel what he knows about the case.

Undertaker's pov

I was in my coffin waiting for some customers to come in. I hear the shop door open and three pairs of feet.

"Undertaker!" The Phantomhive brat calls out to me and I laugh a little bit.

"Ello young lord, are you here to be fitted for one of my coffins today?" I ask.

"No undertaker I'm not here for that. I'm here for information." He says. I see movement out of the corner of my eye and look in in that direction. I see the most beautiful girl I have ever seen dancing.

"Who is the dancing flower?"I ask.

"She is my sister. Raven stop dancing! "Ciel says. The girl stops and looks around embarrassed.

"You know my price Phantomhive. Give me the joy of prime laughter or something else that isn't the queen's coins. " I say.

"Something else like what?" Ciel asks.

"Like sex with your sister." I say and look at her.

"You're not sleeping with my sister. "Ciel says.

"Ciel do you really want the information? "She asks ceil.

"Well yes."He says.

"Fine then I'll do it. Do want the payment now or later when you close the shop?"she asks as her cheeks redden.

"You can pay me with your body when I close the shop." I say.

"Okay then."she says. I start telling ciel what  know about the case. She waits after ceil and the demon leave.

"Are you ready m'dear? "I ask and she nods. I kiss her passionately and she starts kissing me back.

Raven's pov

His lips are so soft. I quickly kiss him back when he kissed me. His tongue across my lip asking for entrance and I denied him. He grabs my ass roughly and I gasp. He slips his tongue into my mouth as soon as my lips part. He gropes my breasts through my dress and I moan into the kiss. He pulls back and starts kissing my neck. Biting, sucking and leaving marks. I moan as he finds my sweet spot and he bites hard on the spot causing me to moan loudly. He smirks against my heated flesh. He removes my dress and corset.  Leaving me in my matching bra and panties. I try to cover myself but he stops me.

"Don't hide yourself from me. You're beautiful. "He says his voice laced with desire. He moves his bangs back and I see a pair of beautiful yellow green eyes. I pull the undertaker in for another kiss. His hands trace my figure. He removes my bra and panties. He kisses down my stomach to my womanhood and gives it a long lick. I moan and he adds two fingers in. I wince in pain and moan in pleasure. I feel myself release onto his fingers and in his mouth. He laps up all of my cum causing me to shake from the overwhelming pleasure. He undresses himself. His long and hard member springs free.

"Like what you see. I know I do. Hehehe."He asks chuckling at the end. I nod and he positioned himself at my entrance. He slowly pushes in and I scream in pain. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear while he waited for me to adjust to his size. I nod once I start feeling pleasure. He thrusts in to me at a medium pace. I moan  with each thrust.

"Ahhhhh......under.....undertaker faster!" I moan out. He grunts and leans toward me.

"Call me Adrian, my dancing flower."He says and thrusts deeper, harder and faster. Going at an inhuman speed, I moan loudly and cum hard not warning him. After a few more hard thrusts he cums deep inside me.

~three days later .~

Today I was going to go to the orphanage to adopt a child but I felt sick. I woke up only to run to the bathroom. I am now sitting in the doctor's office waiting for my results.

"Miss Phantomhive, congratulations. You're pregnant. What would you like to do with the child?"She asks. I was shocked a million questions running through my head. Suddenly the door opens. I look up to see Adrian.

"Sorry I'm late dear."He says.

"To answer your question doctor I would like to keep the child. "I say and she nods then leaves. Adrian kisses me passionately and goes on about our child. I see now he is going to be a great father and lover.

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The Ties That Bind Part 6 (MHA fanfic)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

In which difficult questions are answered and one powerful question is asked ((a long one but I promise the last part is worth it))

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"You're awake, excellent!  It's so nice of All Might to visit patients, even after being retired.  Are you a fan of his?" The doctor cheerfully chattered as she inspected Izuku, marking her clipboard and checking the monitoring device.

“....Yes.” Izuku watched her closely as she bustled around. “He’s my favorite hero.” He started to relax a bit, but kept watching.

"That's lovely, dear!" she chirped as she made a final mark.  "Remarkable, such quick recovery!  Must be your Quirk.  Going to be a pro hero some day?"  She began to remove the various gauges and dots, carefully so as not to startle or hurt Izuku.  When the monitoring device gave an indignant beep, she gave it a pat.

“Yes.” He checked himself. Wait a second! Don’t count your chickens.... “I hope so.” He kept watching her intently, There weren’t quite alarm bells in his head, but somehow he kept waiting for her to burst out sharp teeth and try to bite his head off. Did I have a nightmare like this once...? All Miiiiiight, why did you leave me alone with herrrrrr, he indulged a bit of childish whining in the privacy of his mind.

"Okie dokie artichokey, looks like you're good  to go!  I'll get this paperwork going and we'll try to get you out of here real soon, ok?" She trotted out the door and bumped into a waiting Toshinori.  Startled (and maybe blushing), she gathered the papers she had dropped then said in a bit of a rush:  "Sir Mister Might, please don't forget your appointment we've scheduled." With a faint squeak, she high-heel clicked away, leaving a perplexed Toshinori standing in the doorway. "What on earth...?" he mumbled as he slipped his phone back into one pocket then turned to Izuku.  "Hey kiddo!"

Ar..ti...choke..y...? Izuku grinned, liking her a bit more just as she was leaving. He watched her blush and giggle over All Mi— Sir Mister Might?? He grinned even harder, then bounced in his seat as Toshinori approached. “Hi!” He cherished the word “kiddo”, replaying the greeting over in his head a few times. “Ready to go!” He waved his now-free hand and stood up. Then looked down at his hospital gown. “....Where are my clothes.”

"Easy, they still need to do all the requisite paperwork first.  I think your mom may have left some new clothes over there."  He pointed to the carefully folded stack with a bit of guilt. "His mother must have chewed you out good." "She uh... she refused to answer my calls.  That's why I need your help, Tsukauchi." The cop's kind laughter petered out and he winced.  "Ouch.  Well, I guess she knows me, at least?" "She'll be here in an hour to pick you up.  I'll keep you company for a bit longer but I have an appointment of my own soon."

“I—“ Izuku’s eyes widened and his stomach dropped. “She was... she’ll be— hhhhhhhhhhh....” He lifted his hands up, then dug them into his hair. “I’m so toast....” He dragged his hands forward to cover his face. “She’s gonna be so disappointed that I got hurt again and worried and she’ll cry and I’m gonna just melt into the floor where I stand... aaaaaahhhhhh....”

Toshinori settled himself back in the chair next to the bed, making calming hand motions.  "Trust me, she's just glad you're ok.  She--" He looked at the folded pile of clothes then reached out and gently squeezed Izuku's shoulders.  "Breathe."  A playful smile danced on his face.  "And tell me why you were on my phone, mmm?"

“Nnnnh—?” A still-freaked-out face looked up at Toshinori. “Oh... it rang,” he said innocently, as if it was obviously the natural thing to do.

The blond chuckled.  "OK but do me a favor and let it go to voicemail next time?  I..."  He looked at his hands helplessly, not wanting to offend Izuku.  "I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea.  See...uhm..."  He was starting to do that awkward scrunch in which he wished he could be far smaller than the universe had chosen him to be.  "...if someone--the wrong someone--found out you had access to my phone..." Two bright spots dotted his sharp cheeks.  He shifted uncomfortably.   "Nothing personal, kid, honest."

Izuku’s eyebrows decided this would be a good time to try and meet together. “Who’s... wrong?” He tilted his head. Tsukauchi? But no, he was good... maybe he means someone bad, who’d try to get me to unlock it for them.... He bowed his head, suddenly embarrassed. “Oh. ...I didn’t think of that. I just thought...what if it was an emergency... y’know?” He looked up again.

Toshi smiled, a deep genuine smile. And he wished, oh how he wished, he could trade away everything he had just to have a normal life with the kid, to say don't worry about it, you did good. "No more emergencies," he murmured instead.

"Oh, o-okay!" Izuku smiled up at him, a little confused as to what that meant, but happy because Toshinori was happy. People are still gonna call him with important things though...? Ehh. Maybe he means in general. He bounced on his toes and waved his arms a tiny bit, looking like a little teal penguin in his hospital gown.

"Hehehe.  You and Tsukauchi have a good talk?  He likes you.  Says I got good fans."  His narrow chest puffed proudly at that.  "'Course I do." He's safe, he's happy, his family is coming for him soon.  Everything's fine now. So why this tiny gnaw of something wrong?

Izuku stifled a pleased giggle at that. "Well, you are good! Of course you attract good fans!" He beamed up at him. Okay, well actually there are some... not-nice people in the fanbase... but they don't appreciate All Might for who he truly is, either, they just think he's cool and can punch the weather. If you don't acknowledge that All Might stands for striving to be the best you can be in heart and action as well as physical strength, I think you're missing the point.

"We had a very interesting conversation." "Mmm," Toshinori replied. "One you need to have with him." "Mmmmmm..." "Come on, All Might, please don't shut us out." "Tsukauchi." "He's really worried about you.  And he really cares about you.  You, not just All Might.  That's important and you know it." Toshi studied his hands some more.  "May I ask...?"

"?" Izuku made a little noise and tilted his head.

"....what you two talked about?" He said it before he could regret it, feeling his knees go weak as he did.  Whoo boy...

He sounds so scared... what did Tsukauchi tell him?? Oh no, oh NO, I thought I could trust him not to volunteer that information-- I'm so stupid, of course he'd pick his bond with All Might over me, I-- rrrgh, just.... ... ...But if Tsukauchi told him, why is he asking like that? As if he really... didn't know? ... ...What's going on...? Izuku stared up at Toshinori, jaw open slightly as he tried to figure out what to say. If he really doesn't know, then... maybe Tsukauchi just prompted him to talk to me, and... oh. ... "...You." He was suddenly able to swallow his nerves, his voice oddly calm for something he was so worried about. "And that I'm worried about you. About what happened." He looked down and shrugged. "I can start to imagine what I'd feel in your place, and I don't think I'd like it very much." He looked up again, watching Toshinori's face carefully for any signs of the true depth of his emotions.

The weakness at his knees ran down into his feet then raced up into his chest and squeezed.  He half heard what Izuku was saying, trying to pick out the words he needed to hear, feeling them plink against his soul as he heard them. "...You." "I'm worried about you." But then: "About what happened." He could feel his heart climbing in his throat. "Ok then," he managed.  "If you've got questions, I'll answer them.  No holds barred." what are you DOING?!? I'm doing what feels right He returned Izuku's look, a naked, honest, earnest gaze.

Izuku kept his gaze, grateful for the opportunity to search his eyes. What questions are there to ask...? He waited for one to come. Still looking in Toshinori's eyes, he said slowly, "I know you're going to be okay. But..." His searching gaze became even more concerned. "...Are you now?" I'm here, he tried to say with his eyes, with his stable posture. I'm here if you're not. And if you are, but... I can't imagine that you are. Unless you're just Not Remembering like me. ....That won't last, you know.

retreat retreat retreat smile fake it pretend you're the Symbol of Peace for crying out loud stop dumping your problems on some kid who ".....no." Toshi blinked in shock, staring at Izuku, for a moment wondering who had spoken. His mind played it back again. "...No?"  His eyes roved the room, searching for the right answer. He heard the running footsteps again, the cries, the criminals laughing That one piercing scream of shock pain terror His breathing came in short gasps now as he remembered how immediately and powerfully his rage had ignited.

Izuku’s hand reached out slowly and touched the tips of Toshinori’s fingers, unsure whether human contact would help right now or increase his distress, but unwilling to keep back in fear of it.

Toshi jumped, his hands retreating.  He looked to Izuku, a worried and wounded look. Not these hands.  They're dangerous. "F-forgive m-me," he stammered out.  "T-that wasn't...  here."  He returned his hands to where they had been and willed himself to stay still.

Izuku’s hands hovered and twitched in the air. He suddenly felt a flash of the emotions in Toshinori’s eyes rise up in himself. “Do...” he breathed, “...do you want me to...?” He watched carefully for any reply, verbal or otherwise.

No holds barred, remember? He looked down at his hands once more.  "You--and so many others--have always admired the power in these hands."  A faint smile as he could see innumerable faces lit with joy and hope and determination, of let me fight to protect, too! "But...these hands... are dangerous, too."  It hurt to say those words.  Verbal knives, cutting him as he spoke them.  And now comes the disappointment because I'm not perfect.  Now comes the fear, knowing what I'm capable of. Even so, he willed his hands to remain where they were. I'm not a monster.  ...please...  it doesn't matter what any of the others think, not in this moment.  I just need to know that you don't think... And in reply to his successor's question, he merely murmured:  "Do you?"

Izuku reached forward, slowly and carefully. No sudden moves. Curling his short fingers around Toshinori’s long ones. Bringing both those hands to his chest and hugging them close, overwhelmed by thoughts of no, no, you’re good! Your hands do good things... like hug people and pet kittens and hold flowers and...  and hold me... and make tea, and... and protect, even if they went too far this time. You always do your best to do the right thing. Your hands are good because you’re good. He lowered his head, burying his face against long, awkwardly-held fingers. “‘Course I do.”

Healing words.  Healing touch.  He felt Izuku's warm breath on his hands and bowed his head over Izuku's. I don't deserve this. His reason for living, so small in front of him and yet so much bigger in heart and spirit.  Toshi knew it was unwise to think so but also knew, if asked, that he would do anything Izuku asked of him. Very soft words, spoken so softly they couldn't be made out.  The smallest of tch!s as he felt the sting of tears, squeezed his eyes shut tightly. No, you don't get to feel sorry for yourself.  Stop it.  Stop it right now. Even so, for the moment, the door to his soul stood open as his fingers twitched against Izuku's.

Izuku lifted his head and looked up at Toshinori's inaudible words, giving a soft, "?" Still holding his hands close.

He gulped a breath then shakily repeated himself:  "...I'm scared..."

Izuku's eyes filled with tears. He let go of Toshinori's hands and wrapped his arms around his mentor's middle, gently pulling him close. He rocked back and forth slightly. ...Me too.

Toshi trembled, unsure what to do with his hands.  "I'm scared," he whispered hoarsely, "...because this isn't..." His body tensed but he forced the words out.  "This isn't the first time I've... I've..." I'm no hero, Izuku.

Izuku swallowed hard, letting out a shaky whisper. "...Who...?" Who were you protecting? Who did you last love this much?

He tried to say her name Six years ago No one knows I made sure of it All those years, believing I had killed someone For justice.  For vengeance.  For her. He covered his face with his hands, betraying no sound but shaking now.

Izuku bit back a sob, burying his face against Toshinori's torso. He pulled a bit, nudging Toshinori in the direction of the hospital bed, hoping he'd sit down.

Toshi went willingly, hands still covering his face.  His shoulders hitched but he fought for control Answer him "Master..."  he finally gasped out.  And he could see her again, in her prime, smiling huge.  Teaching him, guiding him, letting him know he mattered when no one else did. A soft, pleading sob.  And another struggle for control. "I loved her.  I loved her so much.  She was like my mother.  I wanted her to be my mother..."  A quiet realization gently nudged at the back of his mind but not now this isn't the time "And when All for One slaughtered her in front of me--"  His hands clenched into fists.  Even now, so many many years later, he would never forget her pushing him back into Gran Torino's arms.  Of Gran Torino bounding away from the battle, her bloody smile swallowed whole by the explosion, the scream of anguish that had torn Toshi's throat raw. His fists dropped into his lap, open hands once more.  "--it was something I could never forgive."

Izuku climbed up beside him, wrapping arms around his shoulders, able to hold a bit more securely now. He gave a slightly-teary chuckle that didn't really have any business being called a chuckle. There wasn't any laughter in it. "Well, I'm not surprised."

Toshi turned his head to half smile at his boy then furrowed his brow.  "Remember when I showed you my scar?  And that I told you that battle had been kept under wraps?"  His gaze drifted up to the ceiling.  "You thought it had been Toxic Chainsaw?"  He echoed Izuku's shuddery not-laugh.

Izuku sniffed and scrubbed at his face with a hand, nodding. He half-smiled too, realizing... “...Wrong?”

Toshi leaned back on his hands now, still gazing at the ceiling with faint wonder.  How long had he kept this memory so jealously guarded... ...only to have a small green bean child to come along and so easily pry it from his hands.  Not that he have given much effort to thwarting Izuku from doing so. "Ha.  It would have been so much easier if it were.  No."  He leaned forward now, clasping his hands then side glanced his successor, care carving weary lines into his face.  "...All for One."

Izuku brought his arm back up around Toshinori, clasping it with the other one. He pressed his face against his mentor’s shoulder. Holding tight.

Toshi draped an arm about his student, quietly marveling at his warmth.  Still healing?  Sometimes I almost regret passing my burden to you, son. "It was automatic.  As soon as I saw him, I went into a blind rage."  He recited the memory in a lazy tone but within, his heart thudded with the same storm of emotions he had endured that day. "How unfair was it that the villain should still be alive, walking free, when my master....my master...." His fingers twined with each other a moment before he continued. "It was an impressive battle.  Moreso that my team was able to keep it as quiet as they did.  For which I am eternally grateful.  No one needed to know that All Might..."  His face twisted in an ugly grimace.  "...is a murderer."

Izuku sniffed the last bit of his tears away, then scrunched his nose, a doubtful expression his face. "There's... something wrong with that statement, but I don't know what." He set his chin on Toshinori's shoulder, thinking for a moment. "Oh right. He's a centuries-old man who's done unspeakable crimes longer than either of us has been alive, and if he was brought before a judge and jury no one would be able to prove that, because his very existence is erased from history and it's records." He blinked, his deadpan manner surprising even him, but continued. "He did that. On purpose. But if he had a fair trial for all his crimes, it is blindingly obvious what his sentence would be." He blinked again, this time in consternation. "And-- he's alive--??" He gave Toshinori a look of confusion so intense it was comical.

Toshi's face crinkled into a smile.  "Ok yes but let me finish and you'll see what I mean."  He paused, wondering if it was right to tell Izuku of such grisly details then decided to choose his words carefully.  He needed the kid to understand...but not to terrify him.  After all, Izuku would have to face him one day... When I won't be able to help any more... You stop that, right now. The blond blinked in surprise for a moment then continued. "This scar," he said, gesturing to his side, "was the first time I ever lost control.  You've held a bit of One for All for a while now.  I don't need to tell you how dangerous it is to lose control of One for All. "I let my anger and my grief dictate my actions... and got a gaping hole in my side for my pains.  I could have avoided it but so intent was I in unleashing all my pain onto All for One that I forget common sense. "And in my foolishness, my actions then reduced me to what I am now.  My health destroyed.  And One for All nearly lost.  All for want of revenge. "But it didn't end there.  Even as All for One tore into me, I returned the favor."  He looked grim now, eyes all shadow with no hint of the familiar blue glow.  "Ya ever wonder how All for One ended up like that?  Like most of his head...melted?"

Izuku winced, scrunching one eye shut, one half of his mouth pulling up in a not-quite smile. "Eeewww." It sounded totally inappropriate to the situation, like someone would say "eeww" about a squashed bug or old takeout. He cringed internally. Why... why did I say that....

One blue eye glowed with quiet amusement.  "Trust me, he looks much better than when I last saw him..." He decided against the gory details, simply saying:  "I don’t know how he did it but he was quite dead that day.  You don't...you don't lose that much of your head and survive."  He looked at his hands and shuddered. Let's not think on that now. "That's one of the many reasons why we worked so hard to make sure no one learned about that fight."  He folded his hands.  "No good citizen should ever be afraid of All Might."

Izuku huffed a breath of agreement and nodded against Toshinori's shoulder. He squeezed a little tighter for a second, swaying slightly.

"I dont think anyone was more surprised than I was that All for One seemingly came back from the dead at Kamino." Maybe he didn't die, maybe I grossly misremember that injury. No.  You can't mistake what happened that day for anything but exactly what it was. "And he tried to rile me up again.  I kept it together for the most part.  I wasn't going to make any more foolish mistakes.  I couldn't afford to because..."  He studied one of his hands.  "...I knew I was going to die that day. "Then you--" he suddenly yelped, pointing at his boy, "--you and your friends had to go and mess that all up!  Well," he added, starting to laugh, "mostly just you."

Izuku squeaked and covered his face, several emotions rising up. Another long squeak slipped out, and he trembled slightly.

"H-hey," Toshi said nervously.  He gave Izuku a clumsy hug.  "It's a good thing, I swear.  All for One made a mistake that day.  He was trying to throw me into a blind rage again.  And he chose you.  As you went sailing overhead to save young Bakugo, I did get mad.  Absolutely furious.  But All for One is a villain and therefore doesn't quite understand heroic motivations. "He knows you have One for All," Toshi continued quietly.  Then he held up a finger.  "What he underestimated was how much of a fart in the wind he became by reminding me of you." Toshi leaning over and gently flicked Izuku's forehead.  "I couldn't die because you were too important.  Are too important.  I wasn't mad because you did something stupid.  ...eh, mostly."  He shrugged and laughed weakly. "I was mad because you were crossing paths with him, completely unprepared.  I was mad because I was terrified that you would have ended up..." He pulled Izuku into a rough hug and buried his face in the green messy mop of hair. "...like her..."

Izuku wrapped himself around Toshinori as much as possible, clinging on for dear life. I thought I might lose you.... A very undignified, emotional snort escaped him as the tears started coming back.

Toshi felt his kid's fingers dig in and sighed fondly.  He brushed the green hair as he heard the snort and looked to the ceiling again, blinking back his own tears. "Then last night."  He took a deep breath.

I'm sorry.... He wasn't sure what he wanted to apologize for. For being there. For being in danger. For causing all of this. I'm sorry.... He held even tighter, trembling.

Enough already.  He's shaking.  He gets it.  Stop. He held the kid, letting Izuku tremble but trying to radiate calm and safety. "I'm here," he said.  "And I'm trying to do my best by you.  I promise."

“—I’m sorry....” Izuku choked out in a whisper. “I’m sorry for making you feel like you needed to do that, that I was that in danger....” He held on tight. “I don’t ever want it to get to that point, I don’t want to scare you....” He cried into Toshinori’s shoulder, the closest to repenting of his reckless tendencies that he’d ever been.

"W...wha...?" Toshi hadn't been expecting this response.  He was floored, unsure what to do. "Izuku...hey, no, it's ok, it's not... I made that choice, all right?  Hey," he said, trying to get Izuku to look at him.

Izuku made a squeaky sobbing noise, still holding on.

He held his boy, his son, rocking back and forth, letting the nudging realization from earlier make itself known. It's myself and Master all over again...

“I don’t... but I was responsible, I was the reason,” Izuku sobbed out, “and if I hadn’t been in trouble then you never woulda needed to....” Izuku trailed off, the rest of the sentence lost in tears. “I shouldn’t have tried to fight them, when I saw there was two I shoulda tried to run—“ He curled further into Toshinori’s comforting arms, whimpering out, “...I thought I could take them....”

Toshi held him and let him sob.  He squeezed gently, hoping Izuku would listen to his words. "There's never anything wrong with a hero needing help.  How many times have you helped me?"  He smiled at the memories. "Izuku...kid..." His heart ached to see him so upset, to see him blame himself for what happened.  That's not right. "Son... listen..."

One giant, hiccupping sob wrenched his chest. Son.... He started relaxing, leaning on Toshinori, beginning to have cried himself out.

"Helping you wasn't the problem.  How I chose to help you was." He dwelled on last night, one fist beginning to curl again... then felt Izuku settle against him. He's ok.  It's going to be ok.  You have to let it go. Toshi's breathing calmed, his arm still about the kid. "I warned you, when we met, that being a hero isn't all fame and money.  It's a deadly dangerous business and people get hurt.  I forgot that.  I just" Say it. "I put that man in the ER.  Because I was terrified of losing you too." His hand half curled into a fist but without any real form. You've seen who I really am.  Time and time again.  And you've stayed.  It's more than just fanboyism. How long since I've last let someone in this close?  How many times have you saved me?  Not just during battles... but just by being there.  By being the one that cared for All Might--the real one. By giving me a reason to want to live again. I wish I could explain to you the enormous impact you've had on my life.  Words aren't enough ...but let's try. "Because these past two years..."  His face scrunched.  Waterworks, old man, cut it out, you're going to set him off again. "They've been..." He couldn't stop the quiet tears as he felt gratitude overflow.  Instead, he let them fall and leaned against Izuku, his head tilted to rest on Izuku's. "...thank you."

"Thank you," Izuku croaked out, pressing his shaking head against Toshinori's shoulder, his sobs slowing down. "You've given me--" another gasp "--everything...." Everything I could ever have dreamed of, so much more than that... a purpose... a home... someone to love... and you love me.... "Thank you...."

"You're welcome, young Midoriya.  Just... learn from me and my mistakes."  Toshi sighed.  "I'm having trouble forgiving myself right now.  I took it too far.  And what truly scares me is that I knew what I was doing.  I wasn't completely blind in my rage." One for All plucked gently at him and he grimaced.  He didnt want to break contact, not yet. But knowing the kid didn't think him a monster--it was enough.  Just enough to help contain the thoughts, the worries, the fears and concerns. Little fanboy... No. Future Symbol of Peace.

Izuku sniffled, suddenly all too conscious of the fact that Toshinori's borrowed shirt was soaking up the mess he just cried into it. "I--" he squeaked. He gave a shuddering exhale, letting himself go completely limp for a few seconds in an attempt to get himself to reset his breathing and stop crying all the way. He breathed deeply again, then coughed a few times, clearing his throat. "Th... th-at's--" Sniff. "--that's good, actually." He nodded, moving his arms up to circle around Toshinori's neck in a looser hug and laying his head down again. "You stopped yourself. You didn't... actually. Go too far." His squeezed his eyes shut. "Not all the way." He clenched his jaw, silent for just a second, before admitting so quietly, "...I would have. If I ever got that angry. I wouldn't know when to stop. Or to stop at all." He shuddered, the memory of All Might's pure, concentrated fury coming back. Tears tried to spring to his eyes, but he wouldn't let them, forcing his heart to quiet and relaxing his muscles. No more. No more now. "I truly admire the restraint you have, to hold back your actions even as everything in you wanted to... to give everything to protect. To do anything." To give everything... but others' lives aren't ours to give. And he knows that. And he stopped himself in time. "You truly are the strongest person I can imagine. To fight yourself, n your own instincts, as the same time you're battling someone else." He stared off into space blearily, unnaturally quiet in both mind and body now that his tears were over.

"Oh kid..."  He`s got such a way with words. He took Izuku's hand and squeezed it.  "So much faith.  And I have that same faith in you. "You'll forgive me for this but... you're going to need to learn to control yourself.  And I fully believe you can.  I've seen you do such amazing things with One for All that I, in all my years, have never been able to.  Let alone begin to imagine.  There's so much more to it now but I believe that you have the ability to unlock One for All's true potential... as well as the ability to bend One for All to your will.  Heck, you've already shown that you can!"  He laughed gently as the Quirk prickled at his fingertips again. "But," the blond added, somber for a moment.  "You need to learn to control it.  Given our relationship, it's imperative that you do."  He squeezed Izuku's hand again, protectively, fondly, worriedly.  "Do you know why?"

Toshinori's words were good, were encouraging, but Izuku's heart sank at them. I don't know if I can. If I should. To bend this huge power to my will... no one needs that much. I don't want to know what I could do with that much. And no amount of control would matter if I were angry enough to decide to use it anyway. ....? He looked up at Toshinori's last question, face still temporarily blank from the sudden emotional exhaustion of the past few moments. Then he scrunched puzzledly. "Ah... going with how that question is usually answered... "Because I Am Here?"

Toshi laughed, a relieved sound, and he tousled Izuku's messy hair.  "Ok, fair." Say it.  You have to prepare him. Toshi made a distasteful noise-- Can't I let him be a kid a little while longer?  Please? You know this is the reality for heroes. --and his hand rested atop Izuku's head, no longer tousling. "I'm going to say something difficult to hear...but hear it you must.  As your master, it's important that I give you every tool necessary to succeed in our shared goal." Deep breath. "It's important you learn to control your heart.  To control.One for All.  Because All for One knows.  He knows about you.  He knows about us.  And he will twist that to his advantage. "Izuku, there may come a day when you have to make a difficult choice.  And I implore you to listen to me.  No.  To listen to One for All and all of its Holders. "If All for One ever tries to use me to get to you--do not let him." He closed his eyes.  "By being a Holder, you've agreed to carry on its legacy to defeat evil once and for all.  So you cannot allow yourself to lose control.  Ever.  Not for your friends.  Not for your family.  And especially not for me.  In the grand scheme of things, I'm... " The softest whisper as he realized her bloodied smile her pushing him into Gran Torino "...not worth it." He emitted a humorless laugh.  "Sorry.  I know that's a burden.  But it's one you have to know about."

Izuku closed his eyes and leaned forward, touching his forehead against Toshinori's. What can I say to that? What can I say? If it comes down to him or the world... I know what he'd have me choose. All for One can never have One for All. I know. But this? It's hard to imagine doing. I couldn't choose. I can't... I can't.... ...Maybe, if I... ...if I learned to control myself under anger, I could use it. Let it fuel me. I could fight back. I could fight for him. He squeezed Toshinori's hands, promising him silently, I will fight for you. .........Oh. This is how he felt about me, isn't it. Izuku's cheeks felt like they were about to blush, and he was barely able to keep an inappropriate-to-the-conversation sheepish smile off his lips. I get it now.

Toshi peeked at his protege and was surprised, relieved, and--let's be honest--proud to see Izuku wasn't a panicked sobbing mess at this new information.   The kid had taken it in and was quietly mulling over it in his Izuku way.  Maybe looking for loopholes, cracks, a solution to both protect One for All and save his teacher. Godspeed, kiddo.  I know you can do it. He closed his eyes and smiled. "Son." It was just a single word but poured into it was all the heart and love and pride and every other good thing he had ever wanted to tell Izuku. Maybe...maybe this was how Master felt, too?  Maybe if she had had the chance...? And he knew in that moment that every time he showed his fierce love for the boy, he reflected the fierce love his master had felt for him. I would do anything for you. Just like she did for me. And so, that single word hung in the air, carrying with it so very many unspoken words.

Izuku opened his eyes and lifted his head a bit, shock pouring through him. His hands went slack, almost dropping out of Toshinori's. One single heavy breath left his lungs. Everything suddenly seemed very close and real, Toshinori's face barely inches from his. Izuku heard him breathing. He knew there was no room to have misheard any of the love and devotion and promise in that word. He meant it. The thought felt like it had stabbed him in the stomach with its sharpness, but he wouldn't trade the feeling for the world. All the way. It's not just a figure of speech... not even partly. Izuku trembled ever so slightly. He took in a shaky breath, and in a half-whisper, asked the smallest, youngest-sounding question in the world. "...Dad?"

((TBC))