#i wanna try and draw some of the skins in the replies but idk if i have rhe energu

[stiffyck]

I don't have a better screenshot on hand rn but here's a skin I made for myself a bit back

i think it would be such a fun little bit for hermitblr bit for folks to pass around their minecraft skins without any other design context and let people make up designs (as hermitblr artists do) to see how other people interpret it

[appocalipse]

heyy if ur taking requests could u maybe do like bestfriends steve + reader where steve, eddie, nancy and robin have to pick up reader from a party and she’s like REAL drunk and just idk super clingy w steve and doesn’t wanna not be touching him. maybe eddie, nancy and robin all make fun of him for it but they acc find it rly cute.

thank you for your request! ♥♥♥ | 2.2k words

"Stevie!"

You collide into him suddenly, nearly knocking him back a step or two with the force of your momentum; there's a smile on Steve's face when you look up at him through eyes that are more than a little hazy with inebriation. You're drunk. Probably way past drunk, if the way the world won't seem to hold still is anything to go by, but you don't care. There are other things vying for your attention—like how warm he feels against you, how safe he makes you feel, how pretty he looks from up close...

"Whoa," Steve says as you lean even further into him and loop your arms around his waist in a tight hug. "How much did you have to drink, exactly?"

He doesn't mean it in a mean way, which is why you grin up at him from where you've got your cheek pressed firmly to his chest. You can feel his heart beating under the palm of your hand now, a steady and calming rhythm that soothes something inside of you.

"Dunno," you reply, grinning stupidly when you catch sight of maybe three copies of Eddie Munson standing off to Steve's left; all of them have identical amused looks on their faces. "Might've had, like, a couple..."

Steve sighs deeply, though there's no exasperation or disappointment to be found in his expression when he tilts your face upwards to look you over properly. You just beam dopily at him, because he's so pretty right now you don't know what else to do.

"Dude," Eddie speaks up, drawing Steve's gaze away from you while your own attention goes back to pressing yourself even more snugly into him, "she is totally sloshed."

You frown, shaking your head in fervent disagreement.

"Am not!"

"Sure you aren't, sweetheart," Eddie agrees placidly, but you get the impression he doesn't really mean it.

Before you can point this out, however, the blurry shape of Robin Buckley steps forward. The room is dark with flashing strobe lights and smoky with incense and cigarette smoke, but you'd recognize her voice anywhere.

"Who let you drink this much?" Robin asks as she lifts a hand up to brush some hair back from your forehead.

It's oddly soothing and so you lean into the contact with a happy hum. Robin and the others laugh — but then again, it sounds kinder than mean, the kind of laugh that bubbles up when you find something unexpectedly endearing, and so you don't mind as much as you maybe should.

"Nobody," you mumble as you press your face into the side of Steve's neck and take a deep breath in; his scent is the same as always, earthy and warm with an underlying hint of that stupid spray he likes to use sometimes. "I'm here alone. 'Cause Steve here blew me off for you guys, but that's okay," you say, even though, to be fair, it sort of isn't true — he didn't blow you off.

"Hey," Steve starts, sounding half-indignant and half-apologetic all at once. He's got an arm around your shoulder now, supporting you and keeping you upright, which makes you want to tangle yourself up in him completely. "You didn't tell me you wanted me to come hang out with you tonight!"

You sigh mournfully against his skin, feeling wistful all of a sudden. It's true. You hadn't told him. That was partially due to the fact that you had been trying to prove to yourself that you weren't so desperately and helplessly infatuated with him that you needed his presence constantly, but that plan had obviously backfired on you spectacularly.

"No," you mutter unhappily as Steve moves the two of you towards a nearby couch. "But I missed you. Don't wanna miss you."

Nancy, Robin, and Eddie, who are watching the two of you with expressions of varying degrees of amusement, exchange looks. Steve pretends not to notice, probably because he knows he won't like what they have to say if he hears it, and instead guides you down onto the cushions next to him. "You're drunk."

"You're pretty," you reply without hesitation, even though you're very clearly changing the subject. "It's unfair, y'know?"

You hear Robin snort, followed by a quiet thud like someone's just been slapped on the arm, and you know it's her who laughed, and that it must have been Nancy who'd shut her up. You don't know where Eddie is; you're not even sure when he wandered off, to be honest. You're too focused on Steve and the way his face looks under the colorful flashing lights.

"Oh yeah?" he asks, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling too widely at your comment. His eyes are bright with laughter when you meet his gaze and nod confidently. "How do I get 'unfair', exactly?"

"'S all in the face," you say matter-of-factly, your own fingers trailing down his cheek in an almost absentminded gesture. "Kinda makes it hard to think about anything else sometimes, if I'm being real here. Like, it's not really fair, 'cause then what are we supposed to talk about? Oh, oh—and then there's your hair!"

"My hair?"

Robin wheezes somewhere behind you, which would have made you giggle if you were still paying attention to the people in the room besides Steve, but you're not.

"Mmhmm," you hum, your eyes running over the soft brown locks on top of his head. "Love it. Wanna touch it all the time. Y'see, Steve? You see? This is why it's not fair at all. And, and—" you trail off here for dramatic effect, squinting at him theatrically before leaning closer with your hand cupped to the side of your mouth, as if you're about to share something private. "—the way you make my insides feel? So, so unfair. Totally your fault, buddy."

"Wha-" Steve croaks out, looking alarmed and caught off guard by your drunken confession. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh," you regain your serious tone, frowning at him in a somewhat bemused manner when he continues to gape at you. "Not 'sposed to tell you. S'not the rules."

Eddie barks out a laugh somewhere off to your left, but Steve ignores him. "Rules?"

"Yeah, 's against the rules, dummy," you say, like he should've already known that. "Gotta follow the rules! Duh. Steve."

"Yeah, Steve, duh," Robin pipes up, earning herself a glare from Steve as well as a smirk from Eddie. "Oops, sorry. Please, continue."

"Can I touch your hair? Like, please, 'cause I might die if I don't, 'kay? If that's okay. Gotta test the theory. Just a little bit, though." You can tell by his expression that he wants to laugh, and that he's also mildly worried that you've lost your mind. "Please?"

Robin, Eddie and Nancy have their hands clapped over their mouths to contain their laughter. You're too drunk to notice, but Steve narrows his eyes at them in warning. "Yes," he says. "Just—yeah, go ahead."

With a little noise of excitement, you reach out to card your fingers through his hair. He smells really good — like clean laundry and fresh pine trees — and the feel of his hair in your palm is exactly what you had imagined, though you're loathe to pull your hand away now that you've felt it.

Steve goes unnaturally still as you press your face into the juncture between his neck and shoulder, a move he should have expected but didn't, and you sigh happily when the scent of his cologne hits you full force. He's like a living, breathing, cuddly teddy bear, you think, a combination of warmth, softness, and comfort all rolled up in one gorgeous, handsome, unobtainable package.

"You're warm," you mumble, feeling like you could fall asleep right now. "So, so warm. 'S like you've got a space heater in your chest, 'n that's like, so awesome."

He blinks a few times, momentarily speechless as he tries to come to terms with the fact that you are, in fact, drunk enough to be saying whatever the hell comes to your mind. "Uh, thanks?"

"Smell nice too," you murmur, hugging him tighter to you. "Like, wow. Love your hair, like, love love."

His cheeks are burning hot now, his heart beating erratically in his chest when he notices Eddie staring at the two of you with a knowing gleam in his eye. "That's—thank you, but, hey, come on now," Steve says, his voice faltering a little. "Let's get you home, okay?"

"I don't wanna."

"Don't you wanna sleep in your bed?"

You pause, considering his words, and eventually concede that, yes, your bed does sound lovely right about now, so you give him a brief nod in response. "I guess, but can you come too?"

He chokes on air, but manages to play it off by clearing his throat. "What—to your bed? No!"

"Why not?"

Steve shifts a little under your intense, alcohol-addled scrutiny; he feels strangely guilty, as though he's letting you down by saying no. "Because you're drunk?" he says, feeling flustered and unreasonably nervous all of a sudden.

You scrunch up your face in a pout. "Oh, that's a dumb reason."

Steve chuckles and you sigh happily again, because you love his laugh and everything else about him, and he seems to realize this, given the way his expression softens. "Come on, you drunkard. Let's go home," he says gently, tugging on your arm in an attempt to get you to stand.

You resist at first, shaking your head stubbornly as you hold onto him. "Can't. My legs don't work anymore. They're all wobbly."

Steve closes his eyes for a moment, huffs out a soft laugh, and you can't help but grin up at him. He's so pretty that, like, how is that even allowed? How can you be around him and not spontaneously combust or something?

"Well, what if I carried you?"

"Like a princess?"

Steve looks at you with an expression you can't decipher — it's halfway between incredulous and endeared, and it makes your heart feel too big for your rib cage.

"How romantic," Nancy observes.

"So long as she doesn't throw up on him," Eddie adds, nodding sagely in agreement.

"Oh, I hope she does," Robin says, with a devious smile, "he'd deserve it for being such a coward."

"I'm...right here, guys, and I can still hear you." Steve finally says, throwing them a scathing look that only makes them laugh. "If you're not going to be helpful, you can wait in the car."

"As if," Eddie counters.

Steve opens his mouth to tell him where exactly he can stick his opinions, when you grab the front of his shirt and drag him closer.

"Steve," you say, the smile falling from your face as a sudden thought occurs to you. "Are you mad at me? Because I can go home by myself. That's okay."

"Hey, no," he replies softly, "I'm not mad at you, sweetheart. Not ever."

"'Sweetheart'? Really?" Eddie mutters to Nancy, who elbows him in the ribs when he doesn't lower his voice in time. "Ow, okay, okay—just saying. Don't want them to keep dancing around each other forever, is all."

"I'm not dancing," you tell him, completely unaware of Eddie's snickering, "I don't have any shoes on, Eddie. Wouldn't be able to dance without shoes on. Silly."

"My bad," Eddie says, his lips twitching with badly concealed laughter, "forgive me."

Steve scowls at him before turning his attention back to you, his face so close to yours that you can momentarily feel the tickle of his breath against your skin. "Okay, come on," he says, "up we go."

And then, in one swift movement, he slides his arm under your knees and scoops you up into his arms. You let out a squeak of surprise and automatically wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself.

"Oh, oh, oh," you say excitedly, "you really are gonna carry me."

"Told you so." Steve adjusts his grip on you and makes his way towards the exit. "Are you good? Am I hurting you?"

You shake your head slowly, grinning as you stare at him from a whole new angle. "No," you tell him, feeling much more awake than you were moments before. "This is...this is like, actually kinda cool."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you repeat, smiling shyly back at him. "Feel like a real life Cinderella now. Whoa, you're, like, super strong."

"Yeah, Stevie, you're 'super strong.'" Eddie teases, waggling his eyebrows when Steve sends him a quick glare. "Aw, don't look at me like that. It's cute. The two of you."

Nancy doesn't tease like Robin and Eddie do. She walks behind Steve, making sure to stay a couple steps behind to give the two of you some privacy. Even so, when you look over your shoulder to make sure nobody's listening, she gives you a wink and a small thumbs-up that makes you smile.

The parking lot is filled with teenagers all wandering aimlessly in groups, so it takes Steve a while to navigate his way through the crowd. By the time he finds the spot where he parked his BMW, you've grown drowsy enough to rest your head on his shoulder.

Eddie immediately pops open the door to the backseat, slapping it a few times as he looks over at Steve and grins. "Hurry it up, lover boy," he drawls out, "she looks half-asleep already."

"She's fine," Steve shoots back, frowning in annoyance when Eddie and Robin both pretend to yawn exaggeratedly, "shut up. I hate you guys."

[hysteria-things]

hi! i recently found your account, and i js wanna say omg ur so talented, like ur fr my new fav writer. could u maybe write something about a virgin reader, whos only ever fingered herself, and so when matt (or chris but im a matt girl and im being self indulgent about this), and she squirts, and is super embarrassed about it and he comforts her about it? u dont have to, but idk i js think u could do this idea rlly well:)

FIRST TIME

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: soft dom!matt x virgin!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and matt have been together for quite sometime, but never had sex. he knows you’re a virgin and he’s so patient with you, but now you think you’re ready

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT but fluff!, making out, mini panic attack, praising, p in v, squirting

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,066

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: for anon and @mattsleftnipple03

these were pretty much the same so i combined them! hope you like :)

thank you and love you guys🫶

the pen in your hand scribbles on the piece of paper in front of you as you ponder. you’re in art class and your best friend sits across from you at the big table.

art class is basically a free period because let’s face it, you guys don’t do anything except gossip and draw for fun.

you’ve been asking your friend a series of questions about what losing your virginity is like since she has experience. the only experience you’ve ever gotten was your fingers, and to be honest, it gets old after a while.

you’re not embarrassed about being a senior in high school and still a virgin, but your boyfriend who graduated last year lost his with his ex a while back. you guys have talked about having sex for the first time for quite some time, but you were never ready.

no words can describe how grateful you are for matt. he’s been super patient and understanding with you.

but now, you think you’re ready.

“is there a reason you are asking me these questions?” your best friend asks, raising a brow.

you shrug, your hand still having a mind of its own with the pen. “i’m thinking about going all the way with matt.”

she smiles, genuinely looking happy for you. “oh my god! when?”

“i told him i plan on this weekend.”

“that’s so exciting!”

“yeah, but,” you pause to take a deep breath. “i feel nervous.”

she reaches over to stop your drawing hand. “it’s totally normal to feel nervous. matt’s such a sweet guy. i’m sure if you feel the slightest bit of discomfort, he’ll stop immediately.”

you smile at the mention of your boyfriend. she’s not wrong. matt will do anything to make you feel comfortable. he’s not one to force anything on someone. “you’re right.”

she gives your hand a light squeeze. “let me know how it goes.” she winks just as the bell rings for dismissal.

the rain outside is pattering on the window, you and matt cuddling comfortably on his bed. you guys just woke up from the best nap of your life.

you nibble on the inside of your mouth. “matt?”

“hm?” he hums, picking up his head that was resting on your chest.

“i want to do it.”

he beams at you. “positive?”

you bite your lip in excitement and nod. matt lifts himself to get more serious. “don’t be afraid to tell me to stop, okay?”

“i know,” you reply. he leans in and kisses you passionately with a hint of hunger. he breaks the kiss to take off his and your shirt but goes back at it to unclip your bra.

the skin-to-skin contact felt warm and comforting, but your anxiety is starting to take over.

you try to brush it off until matt reaches for your pants. yanking his hands away, you cover your top half with the comforter as you feel tears start to form.

matt freezes, a hint of guilt on his face. you try your best to take as many deep breaths as possible. “i’m so sorry, y/n.”

he carefully places his hand on your arm and rubs soothingly to calm you down. “n-no it’s not you.” you take three deep breaths before continuing. “it’s silly. the thought of a penis about to be inside of me freaks me out.”

you chuckle along with him, the humor helping you relax. “we don’t have—”

“i want to.” you say truthfully. “i just need a second.”

he goes through different breathing techniques with you until you calm down from your mini panic attack. he asks if you're okay at least a hundred times before you shut him up by kissing him again.

he hesitates with your pants not wanting to trigger you again, but after a beat, he pulls them down with your underwear.

his pajama pants soon end up on the floor with the rest of your clothes. he comes under the blanket with you and pecks you on the temple, grabbing a condom from the nightstand. “so proud of you.” he starts, making you blush. “you ready?”

you give him the okay, and he slowly starts pushing into you. the stretch makes you cringe and hiss, causing him to halt. “hurts?”

you shake your head. “pressure… keep going.”

dampening your lips by licking them, he continues to move. his eyes are dead set on your face to sense any discomfort. you let out a ‘mmph’ when he’s all the way in.

when he doesn’t see any bad signs, he starts moving his hips. you moan softly, the pain turning into pleasure.

“you can go faster,” you whisper, and he does. your nails leave crescent marks on his shoulders as he peppers kisses on your chest, neck, and face.

you squeeze your eyes closed, the softest of sounds leaving your lips. then, your legs twitch, and a watery liquid squirts out of you. your eyes widen, and matt stops the second he notices. “what’s wrong? need me to stop?”

“no. i think i…” your cheeks burn, too embarrassed to admit what you’re thinking.

“that’s okay. it’s completely natural.” he reassures, grabbing one of your hands to interlock with his above your head. “you’re doing so well, y/n. so fucking proud of you.”

he continues to rock his hips, this time pulling out more and thrusting back in a smidge harder. “oh.” you moan, arching your back when he starts hitting a certain spot. “oh shit, matt. just like that.”

he tries his best not to pick up speed to scare you, so instead he keeps the rhythm you’re comfortable with. he grunts, taking the hand that’s not holding yours and placing it on your hip.

the grip you have on his hand tightens, indicating that you’re close when his tip keeps abusing your g-spot.

you whimper, your legs starting to quiver from pleasure. “i’m close.”

“cum, baby. you’re doing such a good job.”

you sigh of relief when your cum slowly starts to ooze around him. matt’s right there with you with just a few more thrusts before spilling into the condom.

the feeling of him pulling out of you makes you wince, but then you two giggle. “i did it!” you say proudly, holding up your hand to give him a high five.

he laughs. “damn right you did.” he takes your high five, followed by a handhold.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing @janiellasblog @blahbel668 @meg-sturniolo @hearts4chris @mattslolita @sturnbaby @imwetforyourmom @tillies33ssss @sturnifyed @mayhem-72

[lordsukunas]

“i think forever would be nice with you.”

synop. kunigami wants to be with you for life.

tags. fem!reader (called ma’am once), fluff fluff fluff, uh a bit of angst if u really really really squint, reader is a tease and kind of a pessimist (or maybe a realistic idk up to u), kunigami is head over heels, dont ask when this would happen in canon bc idk, not proofread

note. ngl im tired asf... if this is incoherent, im sorry. the ending is vv awkward, mb. uhhhh man idk what else to say kunigami is the sweetest boy alive. this is inspired by one of those timtok slideshows, the one thing that app has done good forme

you flop back on the sand, chest heaving up and down from trying (and failing) to race kunigami. sweat rolls down the side of your face and neck, and you can feel the gritty sand clinging to your bare feet and legs.

“tired?” he plops down on the sand beside you and reaches for your hand. his larger, thicker fingers intertwine with yours, and he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, as if to comfort you after your shameful loss.

“very,” you huff out. your lungs burn as you gulp down air. “how do you— how do you do this every week?”

he shrugs. “habit. started when i was kid, found it fun, so i kept doing it. helps me stay in shape whenever i don’t wanna go to the gym or just need some time alone.”

his free finger doodles the face of a polar bear in the sand. you smile — it’s cute how he knows how to draw that from memory.

your eyes roll to look at him. his face is shiny with sweat, and the pale moonlight softens his features, giving kunigami almost a boyish look.

there’s no one else here. just you, kunigami, and the sounds of the waves lapping against each other and the shore. the beach is clean, too. not a crumpled beer can or a plastic wrapper in sight.

“does anyone else even know this place exists?” there’s that familiar teasing lilt in your voice, but he knows you’re serious.

he scratches the back of his head. “nah. i mean, there’s the occasional fisherman or maybe some elderly couple, but i don’t think anyone our age knows about this.”

“huh.”

a pause, and the warm breeze blows across your skin, dusting the sand away.

you grin. “so you’re just gonna gatekeep this for eternity, huh?”

“what? no!” you can practically feel his cheeks heating up from here. “i didn’t wanna ruin it by bringing the wrong people here, y’know? they might trash it or somethin’.”

“and what if i trash it?”

“you won’t.” kunigami’s reply is instant, the words shooting out of his mouth and into the night’s atmosphere. “you’re special.”

whatever goofy reply you had on your tongue instantly melts, and you’re pretty sure your heart skips a beat or two. how can he say such romantic things so... so casually?

“i, uh...” he sighs and goes back to tracing shapes in the sand, his hand still holding on tightly to yours. “you wouldn’t do something like that. even if you did, i’ll be right there to clean it up.”

you push yourself up so that you’re sitting criss-cross. your entire body is facing him now. “but what if we break up? or you move away?”

“i won’t. we won’t.”

your brows knit together. “rensuke, you don’t know that.”

something is bound to happen. something always happens. nothing good lasts forever, right? he’s in blue lock, dedicating weeks at a time to train and play in tournaments to be the world’s best striker — at some point, he’s going to have to choose. you or his football career.

even to yourself, you sound pessimistic. but you just have to be honest with yourself. life isn’t a fairytale, despite kunigami being your knight in shining armor.

“i want forever with you.”

his gaze meets yours, determination burning in auburn irises. “i’m not gonna sit here and lie to you or be embarrassed about it, ‘cause it’s true.”

you blink, and it feels like all the air has been sucked out of your lungs.

kunigami, your boyfriend of two years, wants forever with you.

it’s ridiculous, fantastical, a hundred other synonymous terms. both of you are seventeen — you have decades and decades ahead of you to decide when you want and who you’re going to spend forever with.

and he chose you.

his adam’s apple bobs, but his gaze doesn’t waver. “do you want forever with me?” his grip on your hand tightens.

“yeah.”

you don’t have to think about it. there’s nothing to think about it. it’s dumb and unrealistic, sure, but when has kunigami ever broken a promise? when has he ever lied to you?

it doesn’t take decades of being together to know that kunigami loves you with all of his heart, and you love him just the same.

your lips curl into a smile, and you can’t tell whether your vision is getting blurry from happy or sad tears. “i want forever with you.”

“okay.” he adjusts himself so that, now, both of you are facing each other. his shins touch yours, and his other hand grabs yours.

“‘okay’? that’s it? after you basically just proposed to me?” you raise an eyebrow. “with no ring, either! you could’ve gotten me a ring pop.”

kunigami chuckles, the tension seeping out of his bulky form. “sorry. i’ll get you a ring pop on the way back.”

“two ring pops, actually, and they better be the right flavor.”

“yes, ma’am.”

[touyasdoll]

Ash…bby…I’m just thinking about a thing.

The thing being Dabi and his fuckable-ness for lack of a better term.

Just like…how jealous Dabi gets when you’re being as helpful as you can around the LOV hideout? Cooking breakfast…tending to wounds when you can. Shiggy and Spinner have definitely noticed your presence.

You’re not doing anything wrong at all but the shorts you’re wearing are drawing the attention of other’s and while Dabi loves your confidence, he hates other people looking at you.

So he gives you a warning…then you wear them again 😈

Idk I just wanna start shit with some of my favorite characters and see how they’d handle it tbh

Lilith, my love!! Bless you and your beautiful brain 😩 I started this v drunk & am finishing it sober lmao bear with me pls.

Forever

pairing: Dabi/Touya x villain!reader

warnings: marking/branding, quirk play, possessive behavior, biting, exhibitionism, daddy kink, degradation (v light/to be safe), fingering, despite these warnings, he’s soft in this. Go figure.

“Thanks again for making breakfast. Sometimes I really don’t know what we’d do without you around,”Spinner’s smiling politely enough, innocently enough when he says it, but Dabi knows better.

He knows better, because he sees the way that fucking lizard’s eyes attach to your ass when your insist that ‘it’s nothing” and walk away to get to cleaning up the kitchen.

He sees the way Shigaraki ogles you when you take it upon yourself to tidy up the place. Bending over to pick up this and that. Shit that he knows the bastard purposefully left out of place just to watch you like he’s doing now.

He sees the way Compress can’t seem to keep his eyes off your tits when you’re hunched over trying to patch up the gash on his arm. The idiot always seems a little too pleased to complain to you whenever he’s been injured.

He sees it all. And he’s just about fucking sick of these entitled jackasses leering at what’s his.

It’s always the worst when you dress like this. Sure, he loves the view, but he hates sharing. Never has been very good at it. Never will be, he assumes.

Those skimpy shorts that and those shirts that hug your curves just the right way have the other men circling you like sharks in the water. You’re the freshly wounded prey.

It’s like they’re always waiting to pounce. Always waiting for you to open that door, just a crack. That would do it. At least they’re not dumb enough to actively pursue you. He would have to roast them if they tried and Shigaraki would likely drone on and on about that at the next meeting, if it were to happen. Another torture that he would rather be spared from.

So he thinks to minimize the risk. He asks you as politely as he can to, "Maybe not wear those shorts around the other guys, okay, doll?"

But do you listen? No. Of course you don't. Dabi didn't fall so head over heels for you, because you always do what you’re told. He figured you wouldn't exactly take to him policing your outfits, so he'd expected this.

And being the crafty bastard that he is, he’d come up with another solution.

"Hey, doll," he smiles sleepily at you from his position propped up against the counter, making you wonder when he slipped behind the open refrigerator door as you close it and nearly jump out of your skin.

"Oh!" You let out a breath, still instinctively clutching your chest, which is well defined by the low cut shirt you decided to wear today; out of spite, perhaps? He thought there was a good chance of it. "Babe, you scared the shit out of me!"

You playfully smack his chest with the pack of bacon you've retrieved from the fridge and he only smirks in reply, pushing off the counter to follow you to the stove.

His hands catch your hips, gripping them tight as he slides you in front of him, pinning you to the counter by pressing his stirring erection flush up against your ass, half of which was visible from beneath the shorts you'd decided to wear yet again today, unknowingly setting your boyfriend's plan into motion.

"Babe!" You chortle, admonishing him in a hushed tone while looking over your shoulder to see if anyone was around before you met his flickering blue irises.

"'S'matter, doll? Don't you like when I touch you like this?" His nose nuzzles into the crook of your neck before his teeth sink into it, pulling a soft groan from your lips that sends a jolt to his cock, prompting it to rise to full mast as he ruts against you.

"Y-yes, but—"

"Someone's gonna see?" He chuckles, a warm, dark echo against your skin. "That's the idea, sweetheart. Gotta remind these assholes not to touch what isn't theirs from time to time. It's a tough concept to grasp for people like us," he murmurs, dragging his mismatched lips along the back of your neck to litter kisses along the other side.

"'M'all yours, Touya," you whisper quietly, fighting off the moan hiding just behind your lips.

"And I'm all yours. You know that. I know that, baby," his tongue runs over your pulse and that moan of yours slips out. "But do they?"

You can feel his voice rumbling in his chest as he wraps an arm around your waist, leaning forward to bend you over the counter as he grazes the nape of your neck with his teeth.

"Daddy," you whimper, pressing your palms flat to the surface in front of you, eagerly pushing back against him in search of friction.

"Mm, we'll get to that in a minute, doll," he brings his lips to the shell of your ear, letting his breath fan over it before he growls, low and deep, "Daddy's gotta make sure that everyone knows who you belong to.”

His hand drops from your hip, moving to your thigh to slowly climb up the back of it while his palm begins to heat up. You squirm as the heat continues to rise, it’s not painful yet, but you have a feeling it’s about to be.

“‘S’okay,” he says softly, a quiet reassurance in your ear. “Won’t do it unless you want me to.”

The arm around your waist slides further south, slipping into your shorts, so that his middle finger can slide between your folds.

“Fuck,” he marvels in a hushed rasp. His lids fall shut and his cocks throbs against your ass as he discovers the slick dripping from your core. “You’re already so wet for me. Willing to bet you want me to do it, huh, doll?”

He takes the lobe of your ear between his teeth, tugging gently as he plunges the finger into your empty hole, making you mewl, a cautious plea for more as you reach back and knit your fingers into his hair.

“Yeah, you want me to burn you, don’t you? Want to be permanently mine? All mine.” He draws out the the last word to the tempo of the slow and intentional rut of his hips, the idea clearly making him as excited as it’s making you.

You nod, a soft whimper spouting from pursed lips as your brows pull together, “Yes, daddy, please. Wanna be yours forever.”

A gruff grunt escapes him as you utter the word ‘forever’. He shifts behind you, sliding his hips to one side of your body to pin you to the counter and expose your ass cheek from beneath your shorts as he tugs it up high, wedging it between your cheeks to allow him access to the full expanse of your plush skin.

“You sure ‘bout this, doll?” He can feel his palm itching as it glides over the globe of your ass, he wants to do it already, but he needs to be certain. “No takin’ this one back.”

You inhale a quick breath and nod, insistent. “‘M’sure, Touya,” you breathe out. “Forever,” you repeat thoughtfully, bracing yourself against the counter with a tight grip on the edge of it.

His forehead drops against the back of your neck, another quiet groan leaving him at the thought of you wearing his mark for such an expanse of time.

It happens quickly. His palm suddenly and very briefly searing hot enough to leave a large, bright red hand print across your asscheek, the tips of his long fingers extending to peek out onto the very top part of your thigh.

You hiss, clenching damn near every muscle in your body as the worst of it hits you before all that’s left is the singing sting.

“I know, I know,” he assuages you with gentle whispers and even gentler circles on your clit. It doesn’t do much for the pain itself, but it certainly distracts you from it. “I’m gonna take care of you, alright, doll?” He seals the promise with kisses to the nape of your neck before he rests his chin over your shoulder, affectionately nuzzling his nose against your cheek before he murmurs another promise against it. “Forever.”

[sinisterexaggerator]

Reader is dressed in one of those skimpy slave outfits, complete with a collar and a leash, and Bane takes her to a meeting with a client or something idk (reader is 100% consenting and into this btw).

Warnings: You get one rubbed out by Cad Bane during a meeting with a client!

Explicit!

NSFW / 18 +

1.6k+

Inspired by:

https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Unbroken_Clan_sanctuary

It was your fault. You had been the one to make the bet. To think you could beat the Duros at Sabacc was a miscalculation on your part.

You had been lounging on Nar Shadda, hanging out in one of the seedy bars that proliferated there, along with other bounty hunters of your kind, your motley crew. You were between jobs, but thought you knew a way to earn some easy money. You were a damn good Sabacc player, and Cad Bane had credits to his name galore.

He was infamous, damn good at his profession, and it was hear tell he was rolling in too much dough to handle. You’d never be stupid enough to try and steal it, or to try and cheat - you had nothing much to wager, so you offered up yourself.

“If I win, you hand over those 5,000 credits you just won off that Rodian. If you win, I’m your … slave for a day.”

The bet was sealed with snark, a sneer on the Duros’ part. He thought you daft but wouldn’t turn down something as interesting as your proposal. “I hope y‘know what you’re gettin’ yerself into. I won’ go easy on you …”

“I don’t expect you to.”

“How many rounds, lil’ lady?”

“Best 2 out of 3.”

“Deal.”

He handed you the cards, you shuffled and laid two out for each of you in turn. This wasn’t “high-stakes” per say, just a friendly game in some backwoods bar off the Hutt’s moon; there wasn’t any randomizer. You were stuck with what you got. To draw, or not?

You sighed, somewhat nervous, calling out your hand. “Twelve.”

“Six-teen.” the Duros replied.

You both drew from the deck.

Bane placed one card off to the side, and you did as well. He had a good Sabacc face, you couldn’t read it, it was hard to tell just what he was thinking - you really should have known better.

“Nineteen.” You thought that was pretty good.

“Twenty-one”

“Kriff.”

“I can un’da’stan’ if you wanna wolk away, lil’ lady. I’ll forget all a’bout dis, we don’ hafta play dat second hand.”

You couldn’t lose face; the whole bar was watching – and more than that – perhaps you’d lose Cad Bane’s respect. You wouldn’t stand for it – it was bad for business. Even if you lost, it was worth it to see the game through to the end. You didn’t want your reputation to be tarnished because of it; you were no coward. You would never allow yourself to be labeled such as that.

“No, I’m in.” you responded.

The Duros let you deal again, even though it was his turn to cut the cards. It seemed he trusted you enough not to cheat, and he was attempting to be more than fair. Besides – if you did, he’d just gut you like a gest, no skin off his back.

“Seven.” you called out with disappointment, hoping the next card you drew would be better than the first two.

“Fifteen.” Cad Bane taunted, a sinister simper twitching at the corner of his mouth where he kept his toothpick; he had been chewing on it, perhaps a nervous tick.

You both drew and discarded cards again.

“Twenty!” You called out gleefully, but your happiness quickly dissipated into a forlorn sense of dread. He lay his cards upon the table and your heart sank in your chest.

“Straight Ssabacc. You’re mine now, girl. And as luck would hav’it, I’m off’ta meet a client. Gonna teach you’a lesson, pa’rade you ah’round a lil’ bit. You shoulda listen’d to me; I intend to collect m’winnings.”

---

He had carted you off to Corellia, but not before making you trade clothes with a sexy Twi’lek; her master thought it humorous, as he had been at the bar watching your embarrassing loss unfold. You were allowed you keep your blaster, the tools of your profession, but otherwise you were scantily clad; a top that might as well have been a bra and a skirt that left little to the imagination. It was cut up the thigh so high anyone could practically see your naughty bits.

“Really, Cad?” He tugged the chain attached ‘round your neck – he had made you wear a collar. He was walking you loosely, like a dog down the streets of Coronet City; he had no shame, but neither did you. You held your head high, despite nearly every man in town having a wandering eye.

“What’s de matta? Don’t like bein’ m’sslave? Maybe nexxt time you’ll fin’ someone else to play cardss wit.”

He made his way, you trailing behind like some prize on display until he had reached his destination; another seedy bar, only this time, he led you further inward, to some creep’s back office, some client of his that wished to talk business, and you were all ears – you’d never been this close for this long to Cad Bane before.

You quickly learned they were apart of a group called the “Mourner’s Wail” – they had it out for another syndicate, referred to as the “Unbroken Clan.” They wanted to pay the Duros to assemble a team of hunters to attack a sacred sanctuary, their main hideout. You were surprised, as it seemed Cad had no qualms; willing to do anything to earn credits, including vandalize a place of worship – a place generation after generation had lived in harmony amongst themselves. He was being paid to break a truce - you didn’t quite know how you felt.

You wriggled against your collar, you thought it was too tight against your throat. The simple motion: the sensation of the pull attracted Bane and he yanked you forward; you were his until the end of one full rotation. He pointed to his knee and hissed: “Ssit.”

You gawked at him, so he snapped his fingers. You quietly complied, eyes wide. His knee was boney, but his leg was sturdy. You nearly gasped when he wrapped one arm around you.

The hands of his species were quite large, impressive even, and somewhat abrasive; one finger’s length was twice the size of yours, and you blushed when you had an abject thought or two.

They continued to talk business as you felt the need to readjust. You resituated yourself the best you could, but it caused something within Cad Bane to stir. You sensed something firm press against your bottom, the Duros was getting hard, and your eyes darted; unsure of what to do.

You didn’t have too long to contemplate as he had whispered in your ear. “You betta ssit sstill, lil’ lady.”

He tightened his grip around you, but that one hand had roved, moving higher, groping, tweaking, and you chirped as he had pinched your nipple through your skimpy top - you nearly batted him away. Though, you suddenly remembered what brought you here, and you wondered if this was part of the game you were supposed to play.

If he was going to treat you with so little dignity, you thought you might as well torture him to top it off.

Your plump backside grinded into him on purpose, his manhood hardening further; you could feel it, it was thick and dangerously long, the outline poking against your nearly naked buttocks. He growled, a sound reverberating from deep inside his larynx, his cybernetic breathing apparatus giving his voice an extra quality of sexy, though sobering lust, as he spoke against the nape of your neck, sharp teeth grazing lazily before he drawled out a few more words. “Gonna hafta teach you anotha’ lesson, girl.”

He snaked a finger underneath your skirt while sitting there, conversating, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. The syndicate leader hadn’t seemed to notice, as this whole time Bane only whispered while the other man moved his mouth to tell his tale. He pushed your panties to the side – a single digit caressed your clit. You shuddered, caught unawares. You couldn’t believe he was doing this – but you liked it. What in Kriff was wrong with you?

You were wet; it was easy for Cad to tell, he sank that one finger into you only along your entrance, though not full flush - for that he would have asked permission - he collected what he needed; where that sweet nectar seeped from, gathering enough to lubricate the fleshy pad of his lithe appendage, using it to tease and fondle you.

He worked small circles, delicate, deliberate; you gripped the underside of the table you both sat behind, trying to keep your face straight, though you bit your lip, and you couldn’t help yourself – you had been sitting with your legs sealed; close together, but your knees parted, and you gave him better access to what he was after. You hadn’t seen it, but he smirked; devilish.

He didn’t bother to pick up the pace; he was slow, methodical, answering the man’s questions, talking payment, fine details, yet all the while he rubbed you with expert precision, your heartbeat increasing with every stroke. At some point you moaned out loud as the leader of the clan turned his head in your direction. You couldn’t hide it, Bane using his other hand to grab your ass; the squeeze he gave you sent you reeling, and you came right in your panties.

He pulled his arm away from you and wiped your cum on the front of your own clothes; across your skirt for all to see, another kind of punishment. - revenge was sweet.

“Told ya to ssit sti’ll.”

—-

Note: it’s hard for me to do 100% consensual stuff with Bane because he’s such a bastard man. Hope this was close enough. :x

PS: I was going off the version of Sabacc where each player calls out their beginning hands! It wasn’t meant to have a bet/bluff round because she only had one thing to wager: herself.  It was more meant to be quick than a full-fledged game and yes, a lack of a randomizer.

[denkamis]

hi!! could i get double chocolate and cherry with kaminari, shinsou and midoriya please?❤️

idk if i did this right so im sorry if i didnt!

to anon: hey anon, no worries! you did it perfectly :)) aww i love the characters you chose for this prompt, this is adorable. enjoy some fluffy times with these sleep deprived boys from a very sleep deprived writer <3

warnings: none! just some swearing and some bad sleeping habits lmao. reader is gn!

prompt: denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou, izuku midoriya scenarios + “it’s okay, i couldn’t sleep anyways.”

denki kaminari

denki stays up late playing osu and minecraft

what can i say, he’s just a gamer man

so he’s honestly pretty reliable when it comes to you knocking on his door at late hours of the night

always the biggest cuddle bug, really happy that you go to him first out of everyone

literally drops everything for you hehe

lots of sleepy kisses too

“fuck! goddammit,” denki grumbled, shaking out his wrist as he had just failed the six star version of the intro of blend-s on osu. he had gotten rather addicted to the circle clicking game. this further resulted in denki staying up late on school nights, despite kirishima’s warnings of him potentially falling asleep in class the next day. it was fine, he could always borrow notes from you or jirou anyways!

as he went to restart the map again, a soft knock came at the door to his dorm room. spinning off his computer room chair, he prepared himself to be lectured by aizawa for the fifth time this week about breaking curfew. “aizawa-sensei, i know that i’ve been loud lately but i swear this time it won’t happen- y/n?” he stopped mid-sentence as he saw you standing on the other side of the door. “what are you doing up so late?”

you shook your head, immediately hugging his torso instead. you were clearly a bit distraught about something, but denki wasn’t a mind reader. he figured that from the way you were clinging onto him, it must have been a bad dream of some kind. “hey, hey, easy there! nearly knocked me over, huh,” denki laughed lightly, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head before closing the door behind you. you clung onto him, face buried in the crook of his neck. it made a small blush dust across his cheeks, a warm feeling spreading through his arms as he held you close. “i hope i’m not bothering you,” you mumbled, to which denki hummed. “you never bother me, babe. it’s okay, i couldn’t really sleep anyways.”

the two of you stayed like that for a long while, denki swaying the two of you back and forth. you could feel gentle lips peppering the crown of your head with kisses. as your heart rate slowed, denki piped up. “wanna stay here for the night? my bed’s missing out on some action! and by some action, i mean sleep. i really can’t sleep.”

you snorted at his words, your eyes flicking up to his goofy yet endearing smile, his eyes bright yet a bit tired from late night gaming. he poked his tongue out at you, making you roll your eyes with a tiny smile of your own gracing your features.

“how could i say no to that?”

hitoshi shinsou

we already know he’s up at these unholy hours

not for any particular reason, just because he can’t really sleep

quite the insomniac that one

and the fact that he can’t sleep properly or well unless you’re with him

you smell like lavender in the morning too bc he puts it in his pillow to help him sleep, thank you

shinsou lay awake in bed, eyes trained on the ceiling as he waited for himself to fall asleep. it was no secret that he barely got any rest, so it was simply easier to just sit and wait until his body exhausted itself to the point where he simply fell asleep. staying as still as he could, he kept counting the amount of times he breathed in and out. it made him acutely aware of his surroundings. the crickets outside his room, the way the moonlight streamed through his blinds, the miscellaneous creaking sounds of the dorms. yeah, he definitely wasn’t sleeping tonight.

he didn’t flinch as the door to his room opened, blinking slowly as his eyes adjusted to the light spilling into his room along with a new figure. “y/n?” he asked, not bothering to sit up. “hey, are you up? sorry toshi, i couldn’t sleep,” you explained softly, allowing the door to close behind you as you tiptoed across his dorm room. his hair was sprawled across his pillow, deep violet locks hiding his hands situated behind his head comfortably. it showed off his arms that were built from training for when, not if, he ever got into the hero course.

a lazy smile crossed his lips at your words, his heartstrings being played by you so seamlessly. “it’s okay, i couldn’t sleep anyways,” he replied with a tilt of his head towards you. he moved over a bit in his bed as to give you space to lay down next to him. you crawled beneath his comforters, inhaling the scent of lavender as you did. apparently shinsou had said that the smell helped him fall asleep easier. strong arms wrapped around your waist, encasing you in a protective embrace as your head rested comfortably against his chest. the comforter was thrown over the two of you. you felt so much safer already.

his large hands were placed on your lower back, his thumbs drawing lazy circles on your skin as his breathing began to relax noticeably. hiding your smile, you cuddled closer to him. to this day, you had never seen shinsou fall asleep so quickly since that night.

izuku midoriya

baby is up studying for a test that’s in like 2 weeks

either that or he’s on an all might video spree on youtube and no that is not the first time this has happened, it is certainly not the last

he has so many stuffed animals in his room probably, like he just has them stuffed in his closet

the all might plushies stay on the bed tho

his cuddles are unmatched tho, change my mind

izuku was pacing around his room, vocabulary words spinning about his mind as he counted them on his fingers. he was mumbling definitions to himself, going over all of them in his head before referencing his notebook to make sure nothing went wrong. amidst his ramblings, a knock at the door made him jump to attention. “come in?” he called out, watching intently as he saw you come into view. his face showed relief, grateful to know it wasn’t aizawa or kacchan complaining about his incessant pacing.

“would it be alright if i sleep here tonight? i’m worrying about my grades and stuff again,” you rubbed the back of your neck with a small smile, trying to play off your question as relaxed as you could. it wasn’t exactly a secret that you had a crush on the boy in front of you. he was kind and humble, wanting to help as many people as he could despite all the circumstances that had the world against him. it was admirable. even now, he looked so concerned from the clear lack of sleep you’ve been getting these past few days. “of course you can sleep here. ah, wait! i have to, ah,” he stumbled over his words as you looked to the bed to see not one, not even two, but four all might stuffed toys on his bed.

“oh.”

midoriya’s face erupted with crimson, shoving the plushies into his closet as he sputtered out various excuses as to why they were there in the first place. when he turned back to you, you were giggling. not at him, but because of the entire situation in general. “you’re adorable, izu,” you told him gently. a light feeling bloomed in his chest upon seeing the smile you held for him. you looked so undeniably beautiful to him, the way your hair was a bit messy and how you stood in your pyjamas. while others, including yourself, would find that you looked completely normal, midoriya loved seeing you be so casual, so comfortable around him.

“you’re sure i’m not interrupting you, though?”

midoriya returned your smile with his own, stepping forward to intertwined his scarred fingers with your delicate ones. “it’s okay,” he murmured softly, holding your hand as if you were the most precious thing in the world to him, “i couldn’t really sleep anyways.”

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[silkylious]

Safe (Kaminari Denki x Reader)

Warnings: slight angst/insecurities, comfort, fluff Pairing: kaminari denki x reader Prompt: #58 “You make me feel safe”

A/N: idk why but i hc that kaminari is actually very insecure but jokes around and shit as a coping mechanism. can you sense the self projection here. hope you enjoy this, it was very fun to write!

You sprung forward, eyes wide awake with alarm. Your mind struggled to catch up with your body; phantom sensations still lingering on your skin, static scenes of vibrant blue flames scorched into your brain as your heavy breaths died down into a slightly more regulated rhythm. This was the fifth time this week. It’s been two full months since the training camp, two full months since you’ve moved into the dorms and you still weren’t over it yet. The nightmares just wouldn’t stop.

You plopped back down on the mattress, exasperated and thoroughly annoyed at having your precious slumber cut short. Again. Honestly, for such a prestigious school, U.A. has probably the worst counseling team you’ve ever seen­– or haven’t seen, because despite several of your classmates showing painfully obvious signs of trauma, the school staff has barely stepped in. You huffed at the administration’s incompetence, turning on your side to glare at nothing in particular. A ping interrupted your train of thought, drawing your attention to the device laying on your nightstand. You snatched your phone, unlocking it and immediately squinting at the brightness before checking the time. Three in the morning. Who the hell would text you at ass o’clock in the morning? You knew who.

Pika pika⚡: [image] [image] [image]

some maymays for when you wake up 😌😌

You: they’re called memes ffs

Pika pika⚡: you’re awake??👀

You: no.

The message was left on seen, though the interface of the messaging up was replaced by that of an incoming call. You rolled your eyes, though a slight smile stretched your tired features at the picture of you and Kaminari grinning at the camera. You accepted the call.

“Why are you up?” His voice came through mildly distorted but still as loud as ever, too loud for three in the fucking morning.

“Can’t sleep,” Your answer was slightly muffled by a yawn, betraying just how exhausted you were. The silence that proceeded was deafening, neither of you uttering a word, but you could faintly hear his even breathing. It was oddly calming. You sigh, lids blinking to fight off your drowsiness.

“…You’re still having nightmares?” Words tinged with worry, his voice was much quieter now, gentler. If anything, Kaminari was a great friend. He’d proven that to you time and time again. He was the only one that could tell when you were drowning in hushed misery, seeing through your well-constructed front like it was second nature to him. For someone so astoundingly moronic, he was extremely socially intelligent, and even observant when he wanted to be. And for the umptieth time, he’s showing you just how easily he could pick up on the small traces of discomfort in your voice, the silent plea left unspoken from your lips.

“Yeah…” The reply didn’t come out as resolute as you’d wished it would have been. But it couldn’t be helped. No matter how hard you willed yourself to level your tone in hopes of fending off his concerns, you knew it would all crumble at some point. Go figure your strong façade would fall apart in front of him. It’s always been him. For some reason unknown to you (yet), confiding in him just felt right, secure.

More silence ensued.

Denki was a natural at detecting people’s emotions, but that’s as far as his expertise would go. Sure, he knew how to encourage others, pushing them past their insecurities was as easy as breathing to him. With bright, golden hues and an obnoxiously dorky grin, all he had to do was utter a few optimistic words and that would get the job done. But comfort? Vulnerability? That was so far beyond the shallow waters he’d grown accustomed to. Sentimentalities weren’t his thing, he simply didn’t posses the wisdom and eloquence needed to deal with such situations. His immediate reaction would be to crack a joke, fruitless attempts at lightening the mood but he knew there was a time and place for jests, and this wasn’t one of them. Awkwardness and half-hearted jabs were his immediate reaction… because that’s how he dealt with his own problems too.

“Hey… can I come over? We can play animal crossing or something,” You sure as shit wouldn’t be able to sleep, not in this state. You needed a distraction. A friend.

“What if we get caught?”

“Would you even care if we got caught?”

A light chuckle. “No,”

“Exactly. I’ll be there in a bit.”

The line went dead, he stared at the blank screen of his phone before flopping onto his back. Why you’d be so open with him of all people when he saw just how uneasy around his other classmates, he didn’t know. The list of people he thought were more deserving of your trust was almost unending, and he wasn’t even close to the top of it. One thought brought forward another, each one getting progressively more deprecative, and the sloppily sewn patch over his self-doubt started to tear, ripped off its poorly embedded stitches. He was confident in himself, until he joined class 1-A that is. He just felt… there compared to his peers. His body was nothing to laugh at, but his build was still considerably lean compared to the people he was around. The fact that such a talented, hardworking person had taken interest in him was frankly baffling. He wasn’t as flashy as Todoroki, or as powerful as Bakugo, or as brainy as Midoriya. He was just him. Lackluster, average him. It only added insult to injury when he’d witnessed how they looked at you. They pined for you, and he couldn’t blame them. He craved you too. But god, the nagging thought that you were wasting your time hanging around someone like him, that he was stealing you away from people who were (in his opinion) glaringly more worthy of cherishing you than him, it just wouldn’t go away. You had so many stronger, smarter, better options out there that he couldn’t help but be reminded of how lacking– inadequate he was compared to seemingly everyone else. And yet you chose to get close to him. In a superhuman class full to the brim with prodigies and workaholics, you picked him. It didn’t make the slightest bit of sense.

He was fished into reality and away from his sea of self-doubt when he heard three consecutive knocks on his door. Just how long had he laid there, wallowing?

The door creaked open and you were greeted with the glorious sight of Kaminari in a Pikachu onesie, a ruffled (adorable) tuft of electric, blonde hair peeking out from under the hood. You snorted.

“Nice pj’s,”

Denki blinked, looking down only to realize that he hadn’t changed out of his onesie because of his overthinking session. An embarrassed chuckle escaped him as he scratched at the side of his cheek, a lopsided smile and a cherry tint creeping up his complexion.

“What can I say, I always have to be on brand.”

You loved that about him. He seemed so laid-back, uncaring, willing to roll with whatever punches were thrown at him, playing off jocular comments and rude insults alike with practiced ease. Giggling past him, you situated on his bed, ready to forget about your nightmares and just have fun with your friend. And if Denki was a genius at anything, it was having fun.

Hours flew by at the pace of minutes, it was now six in the morning, the sun had begun to show its yellow glow and you’d spent the entirety of dawn kicking Kaminari’s butt at Mario kart, sharing laughs and fleeting touches. He liked this, you liked this. Despite knowing that he wasn’t by any means the best suitor for you, he couldn’t halt the need to monopolize you. How could he, when your very presence (unbeknownst to you) shoved his insecurities unceremoniously into the backseat in favor of enjoying the moment with you? He hadn’t a clue how you did it, but you always managed to shoo away his doubts just by being there, and he selfishly couldn’t (and wouldn’t) let go of that. You immersed him in riveting ventures of the now, miles and acres away from his overbearing thoughts. All without even trying, without even knowing it.

It was the weekend (thank fuck) and sleeping in sounded like heaven on earth right now. If it weren’t for your nightmares. The fear of recounting those horrid memories in horrific detail again barred your eyes from sleep, regardless of how spent you were. Apparently, Denki’s spidey-friendship senses kicked in again, because he immediately noticed the apprehension on your face, the stiffness in your movements as you were preparing to leave. He knew exactly what was up with you, and he couldn’t let you leave like that, it would eat him up for days. He grabbed your wrist as you turned for the door.

“Do you wanna stay?”

Maybe it was your exhausted mind finally turning into mush, or maybe it was the softness in his voice, the docile concern in his eyes that made you agree on staying. Your compliance surprised you both, honestly. You were both very aware that you wouldn’t have accepted the offer had it been anyone else. But in retrospect it seemed rational. After all, throughout the whole night, not once did you think back to the horrors that would visit you in your sleep, not once did you feel the crippling anxiety clawing at the frayed edges of your psyche. Instead you felt secure, sound. Safe. And you came to an epiphany. Maybe it wasn’t the idea of sleep that scared you, maybe it was the impending loneliness, isolation and uncertainty that you’d often experience without him.

“Yes,”

You laid there, facing each other, a considerable distance between you. No words exchanged, yet you could tell there was a lot on his mind. He decided to voice it all in one question. He knew you were smart enough to catch the underlying self-doubt in his vaguely worded inquiry. Whether you pointed it out or not was entirely up to you, however.

“Why did you say yes to me?”

The articulation caught you off guard, you’d never seen him so… unsure before. Your mind raced with the different possible implications behind his wording, though you decided to quell them all with one single sentence. You smiled, soft and lazy, moving closer to seek out some of his warmth.

“You make me feel safe, Denki.”

And he really did. Even though you came to the revelation mere minutes ago, you accepted it swimmingly, it felt right to do so. It startled you how ready you were to embrace the newfound feelings, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Kaminari was stunned, to say the least. He hadn’t expected that response from you and he honestly still couldn’t rationalize it completely either. But for now, the budding feeling in his heart trumped over his ever-present uncertainty, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[collecting-stories]

Comfort - JJ Maybank

Request: hi!! i love your fanfic about obx and i was wondering if you could write something where the reader is struggling with her body image/self-confidence and the pogues don't know but JJ, her bf, somehow finds out and comforts her? i haven't been feeling very confident lately and i feel like this would help idk why. thank you <33 - @teaheeee

A/N: This was a tough one but here it is.

Outer Banks Masterlist

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“I’ll be like five seconds.” JJ swore, running up the stairs to your room where he’d left his wallet.  

“JJ come on.” You groaned, falling back onto the couch. This was at least the fifth time he’d stalled the two of you from leaving the house. You were supposed to be meeting everyone at the beach and you hated being late.  

“Hold on!” He shouted. He had dropped his wallet under the bed earlier and almost left without it when the two of you were leaving. While you waited downstairs, he grabbed the wallet, pausing when he noticed the ripped picture on the floor. Shredded by hand into pieces was your school picture, the one you’d just gotten last week.  

JJ picked up the pieces, sifting through them for a moment until you called him again, reminding him that the task at hand was getting his wallet so you could get to the Wreck. He didn’t want to bring down the evening and he wasn’t sure what to say so he said nothing when he came down, only holding up his wallet to show you that he found it.

It was entirely possible that he was reading too much into things. That you had really just hated your senior portrait and thought it was awful. There was nothing wrong with that, school pictures were always cheesy. But ripping your picture to shreds wasn’t an isolated incident, not in his mind at least. You’d been avoiding any type of jean or tight all week. He was honestly surprised today to find you wearing a nice dress though he supposed that it was for everyone else’s benefit because you kept holding the hem like it was going to billow up.  

You were fine at lunch. It was JJ that caught Kiara’s attention, seemingly more distant than she remembered seeing him before, she leaned over at one point to ask if everything was okay at home.

“What do you mean?” He asked, gaze straying to you as you pushed at the food on your plate.  

“Are you okay? You seem really distracted.” She replied, keeping her voice down so no one else noticed.  

JJ shook his head, “fine.” He didn’t want to tell Kiara that he was worried about you. If you hadn’t said anything to her, and you clearly hadn’t because she seemed oblivious to your behavior, then he didn’t want to draw attention to you.  

It wasn’t any one thing. You couldn’t pinpoint the moment or the day, it wasn’t that you stepped on a scale and gained a few pounds. It wasn’t that your jeans felt a little too tight around the hips. Though now that you thought of it, you were feeling kind bloated lately. But it wasn’t just that. It was the sudden breakout of acne near your jawline and the way you felt like you just couldn’t quite ‘pull off’ the clothes you were wearing. It was the feeling of something being wrong but not being able to pinpoint it. That unsettling, unnerving feeling of looking in the mirror and knowing that it was all wrong. That you were all wrong. Your hair looked dull and lifeless, your skin was puffy and it didn’t glow the way the serum you bought said it would. You could name something from head to toe, there was list, sprawling inside your head of all the things that were wrong. Your posture, your nose, your waist, your legs, your eyes...everything had something wrong.

JJ waited until you were back at your house, sprawled out on the couch with you while you watched some rerun of a stupid show. Never good at confrontation that wasn’t with someone he didn’t like, JJ jumped right in, “Are you okay?”

It was a simple enough question. You could just say yes and he could be satistfied and everything could go back to normal. You could hope that you would eventually shake the awful feelings and be okay. Or you could tell him that you were just tired or just not feeling well or just whatever. It didn’t matter what you said, there were a million excuses and all you had to do was choose one.  

But that was easier said than done and you found yourself floundering for a moment, trying to think of the most believeable way to say that you were fine and he didn’t have to worry. He had enougn on his plate, he didn’t have to be bothered with you too.  

“Yeah.” You replied, voice a little shakier than you meant it to be and you grimaced slightly at your own voice.  

“Are you sure?”

If he was asking the question than it meant that he probably knew the answer.  

“Yeah, fine, good.” You nodded.  

“I saw you ripped up your picture.” He admitted.  

“I can explain-”

He nodded, “you know you’re awesome?” He asked, as if he was expecting some sort of response from you.  

“Sometimes,” you shrugged, “I don’t know...I just feel like...it’s not worth it. Like I just want to stay in bed and under my covers because then no one has to look at me.”

“Well I like looking at you so I can’t say I’m a fan of that idea,” JJ replied, smiling when bit your bottom lip, “although if the bed’s big enough than that’s fine, we can hide together.”  

“JJ,” you sat up more and so did he, “I’m being serious!”

“So am I,” JJ replied, “you think I’d hesitate to do anything you needed me too? You don’t have to believe me but that doesn’t mean I won’t remind you ever day how incredible you are.”

“You’re such a sap,” you tried to play off his words as if it didn’t make your heart race to hear him say those things to you.  

“Eh,” he shrugged, pulling you against him and kissing the side of your head, “worth it. Now, you wanna tell me what’s the matter, really?”

“I told you.”

“More than that.” He stressed.  

“I just feel gross I guess. I don’t know, it’s not any one thing it’s just like, every little thing that I see that I don’t like. It’s so easy to just...look at myself and see all the ways that I’m falling short. All the things I wish I could change about myself.”

“I don’t know how helpful it is to say it but, I wouldn’t change anything about you.” JJ admitted. “You’re my best friend, I mean...” he shrugged, almost as if he wasn’t entirely sure how to end that sentence. JJ wasn’t the best with words, he had always had trouble getting his thoughts. He could name every single thing that he loved about you, and the list was extensive, but saying the words felt like his throat was closing up on him.

It didn’t really matter though, you knew what he meant. The soft look and the kiss on your forehead that had you closing your eyes when his lips touched your skin. He wasn’t used to comforting, hadn’t ever had any example of it in his own life, but he was good at it. He was good at letting you know it would be alright. Even if he didn’t say it outright.  

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BTS Reaction To: You Break Them Out of Jail

Mafia!Au

Summary: your mafia boyfriend ends in jail and you break them out of jail

Warnings: mafia au, shooting, death, badass!reader, crack, sexual undertones, the maknae causing ruckus, slight dom!reader (NO SMUT! It was just undertone towards jimin), and yeah, language.

Request:

Mind if I request A BTS mafia au reaction to their gf breaking em out of jail? Idk why but I rlly wanna see how u'd write this & I've seen so many things about how badass the mafia au males are (no hate, most of them are hella cool) so...how bout a BTS (mafia ofc) reaction to their gf being a badass? (Any scenario, etc I don't really mind)

W.C: 2.3K

Notes: wow, this was different in terms of writing about the reader being badass instead of being innocent lmao. I hope you all enjoy it! Also, I combined the two requests in this since they were similar to one another!

Jin:

Jin was not even worried about his supposed ‘time’ in prison during court. He knew that his smirk that he held during court infuriated both the judge and district attorney. He was sadistically pleased when the district attorney showed irritation when he asked, “why are you so happy? Are you happy from all of the murders and violence you have caused? Are you that sick in the head?”

Jin did not reply, but only gave him a wink and smirk.

Now, sitting in a prison cell, counting down the time until you came and broke him out of prison. When he heard commotion from down the wall, he knew it was time. Going to stand at the bars, he wrapped his hands around the bars, casually leaning so he can play the role of acting ‘suspicious’ on why there are gun shots being fired and people screaming. Once he saw your long hair and heard your voice ordering commands at his gang, he could not help but feel both turned on and in love.

“Where’s Kim Seokjin’s cell?” You demanded, gripping the collar of the guard.

“Fifth cell on the left,” he stuttered out, whimpering when he felt Taehyung’s gun being pressed to the side of his head.

Once you got in front of your husbands’ cell, you could not help but smile. “You look hot in a jumpsuit,” you winked at him.

When the jail cell opened, Jin brought you into him and gave you a deep, passionate kiss. Even though the two of you have been away from one another for two days, he still missed you like crazy.

“Hey, hyung, we gotta go or unless you want to be charcoal in t-minus five minutes, your choice.” Jungkook spoke sarcastically, leaned up against the wall casually, looking down at his watch.

“Watch it, Maknae.”

He was only answered with a bunny smile.

Yoongi:

Yoongi was leaned up against the wall outside, watching all of the other prisoners either play basketball or lift weights. He knew some of them, having ran into them on the streets or have done business with them, but that does not mean he is going to be buddies with them. The other ones, the ones he did not know, he found comical. From how they walked with such confidence and smugness, boasting about how what they did is worse than others to end up in prison.

Playing with the bracelet you got him for your second anniversary, he waited patiently for you. He knew that you were planning on how to break him out of this hell hole. So, when he saw a drome fly over the prison fence, he could not be filled with pride, knowing that his queen was saving him, something he found funny.

“What the fuck is that?” He heard the guards ask each other, but to be only answered by getting shot, the drome that Jungkook built having guns attached to it.

Screaming filled the outside, along with grenades going off.

Turning to look towards the explosion, he saw you walk out with a lady guard, gun pressed to her head as she led you to Yoongi. Once you saw him, you shot the guard, throwing her to the ground before you ran to your husband. When you got close enough, you jumped into Yoongi’s arms, legs wrapping around his waist.

“I fucking hate you, you know that?” Was the first thing you asked and the one thing that made Yoongi’s heart skip a beat happily.

“I know,” Yoongi smirked, taking your gun from you so he can get the both of you out of the shit hole of a prison.

Hoseok:

What scared the underground world the most is how equally crazy you and Hoseok are. Truthfully, the judge and district attorney, along with the police department were terrified when the newbie arrested Jung Hoseok and took him to court. He, obviously, was not warned about the one and only, Jung Hoseok.

Sitting through the whole trial with a blank, but deadly expression on his face, Hoseok was silent. He knew that the judge was terrified of him, which Hoseok found funny, playing with the old man by staring at him with a blank expression every time the judge and him made eye contact. Everyone in the court room that they will eventually be meeting their death soon from how they were going against the mafia boss.

Laying down on the uncomfortable bed, Hoseok stared blankly at the ceiling, messing with his rings. A terrified scream was what alerted him, but the laugh that followed after it had Hoseok’s heart soaring.

“Princess,” he whispered, but then scowled. “What the fuck is she doing?” He asked himself in disbelief.

“She is breaking your dumbass out of prison. Unless, you enjoy the bed and shitty food, then forget about it,” you answered sarcastically, arms crossed over your chest.

“Dumbass? Better watch your mouth princess,” Hoseok warned, smirk on his face as he walked up the bars.

“Fucking gross you guys, just unlock the jail cell and lets go before the swat gets here,” Yoongi groaned, shooting a guard.

Once you opened the cell, Hoseok brought you in, breath fanning across your neck, “Just wait until we get home.”

Looking up at him, a smile on your face. “Can’t wait,” you replied, kissing his lips sweetly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And he did.

Namjoon:

You walked into the prison, dressed in a pair of skintight jeans, black knee length boots, black blouse, and your hair curled tightly. A confident smirk was on your lips as you walked up to the window with the front desk lady sitting behind the window.

“How can I help you?” The lady asked bored, not looking up from her phone.

Rolling your eyes, you pulled your gun out from the back of your pants, cocking it, catching the lady’s attention. “Where is Kim Namjoon?” You demanded. Trying to call for back up, you shot her straight in the heart, sighing. “Dumbass.”

“Noona! You gotta chill,” Jimin teased, “I know you miss your Da—”

Slapping him, “watch it, Jiminie, or you’ll be in trouble yourself.” You whispered into his ear, drawing a whimper from the boy.

“We got the guards covered, the door is unlocked, here’s the key to his cell.” Hoseok ran up to you, handing you the keys.

“Thanks, Hoseokie.” You smiled, turning to look behind you, “Kookie, cover my ass!” You yelled, running to Namjoon, Jungkook right behind you.

“Kitten? Is that you?” You heard Namjoon call out, making your heart race. Stopping in front of his cell, you could not help but to tear up. Not seeing him for a week, you were emotional and missed your fiancé. “Don’t cry baby, I’m here now.” Unlocking his cell, you jumped into his arms, clinging onto him. “God, I’ve missed you.” Namjoon sighed, nuzzling your head, kissing the top of it. “Let’s go home.”

Jimin:

Jimin cringed at the food in front of him, even if you can call it that. “I’d rather starve than eat this shit,” he muttered to himself, pushing the tray away from him.

The sound of the lunchroom’s doors being slammed opened and two gunshots ringing throughout the room caught everyone’s attention. Commotion rose when two guards were shot, silencing the whole room. Heels clicked against the ground, a familiar sound to Jimin.

“Where is Park Jimin?” Your voice demanded, a beautiful sound to Jimin. Seokjin’s hand pointing towards the short man had you smiling brightly, relief flooding through your body at the sight of your boyfriend.

“What the fuck is this?” A prisoner demanded, standing up from his table.

Your smile turned into a scowl, eyes glaring at the male. “What does it matter to you, asshole?”

“You’re just breaking out your boyfriend, who in fact, is a murder and drug lord instead of the innocent ones? This is bullshit.” He yelled, stalking towards, only to be stopped by Taehyung and Jungkook.

Raising your gun, you shot the man in the head, annoyed by him. This caught everyone else’s attention. “Now, if anyone has a problem with this, then feel free to stand up and make your point. If not, then good for you for wanting to stay alive.”

Feeling an arm around your waist and the person leading you out of the lunchroom, you left the prison. “You being dominant and badass is a real turn on,” Jimin said, bringing a chuckle out of you.

“I was actually nervous as fuck.”

Taehyung:

Taehyung felt disgusting.

Normally, he is dressed in name brand designer clothes, such as Gucci. Right now, he is dressed in cheap jumpsuits, something that he can tell is irritating his skin. Picking at the clothes in the washrooms, he shivered in disgust at the stain that was on it. “Unsanitary,” he mumbled, shaking his head in disappointment.

Touching his face, he looked at himself in the cracked mirror, frowning once again at how dry his skin is. The sound of someone tapping on the window caught his attention. Looking up at the window that was displayed above the lockers, Taehyung saw your face pop out from the corner. He saw your eyes crinkle, a tell-tale sign of you smiling.

“Oh God, please tell me that she’s wearing a harness.” He prayed, wanting you to be secured in the harness you are obviously wearing to hang on the side of the building.

He saw you motion back, to which he did. Next thing he knew was the glass breaking, making him cringe at the sound, knowing that it caught the attention of guards. But what was surprising none came.

“Namjoon gassed the hallways, and Jimin cut off the cameras.” You answered his thoughts. “But, I am here to save you, Romeo!” You joked, throwing rope through the window for him to use to climb through the window.

“I’m coming, Juliet!” Taehyung laughed, shaking his head. Once the two of you climbed to the top of the building, he pulled you in for a hug.

“Oh!” You said excitedly, you grabbed the backpack from Yoongi, “Here’s some clothes to change in to.”

“You know me so well,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Jungkook:

As the guard was shoving Jungkook down the hallway to his cell, Jungkook could not help but to laugh.

“what the fuck are you laughing at, Jeon?” The guard demanded, shoving the mafia lead even harder from behind.

“Oh, just knowing that you are going to be dying soon.” Jungkook answered, smirking at the fact that the guard did not shove him again.

“Is that a threat, punk?” The guard demanded, but the underlying fear was evident in his voice, satisfying Jungkook.

“No, it is a promise.”

And true to his word, the sound of explosions coming from Block A caught their attention, only the reactions different. Jungkook was holding a proud smirk, knowing that you were behind this and the guard held the look of terror. Trying to reach someone over the walkie talkie, he did not realize that Jungkook was getting away.

“Fuck! Jeon get back here, now!”

As Jungkook was running down the hallway, he was hit with a bullet in the back of his shoulder, knocking him down to the ground. Jungkook let out a ‘fuck!’ from the pain he felt. The side door opened, revealing you standing with your hair in a messy bun and dust covering your face.

“Fuck no,” you growled from seeing your boyfriend on the ground, a bullet wound evident. Seeing the guard running towards you guys, you quickly took your gun out of your holster, pointing accurately at the guard before shooting him in the chest once and then the head for good measure.

“Why am I the one always getting shot,” your boyfriend groaned in irriation, “this is the second time this month.” He complained.

“Well, if you weren’t such a dumbass, then we wouldn’t be in this position.” You countered back.

“Stop being right,” Jungkook grumbled.

“I love you too, babe.”

[hufflepuffhollander]

IDK if you want to do some more smut, but if so, I love anything with frat Tom. Could you do one with him at the gym, lifting weights in a tank top and he's all sweaty, and when he wipes his forehead with his shirt, his abs show. Y/N is there, too, and she can't stand him, but she also can't stop looking. Finally, he approaches and flirts with her, until he wins her over, and then he takes her for a BJ and he's super dominant and dirty talking and boasting a lot!

it’s smutty sunday, my dudes

requests are still open!

this was a vv juicy idea & i probably did not do it justice 😂

 smut below the cut! 18+ only please :)

The smell of sweat, metal and rubber filled your nose as you walked into the weight room at your university’s gym. Unfortunately, you had ended up at the gym on the west side of campus, which you tried to avoid like the plague; it was situated right next to frat row, and the weight room was basically just a platform for the biggest muscleheads to upstage one another in the mirror, showing off how much they could deadlift. But after a long day of studying, you needed the outlet, and you decided to say screw it, re-situate your ponytail on your head, and head in.

Immediately, you could feel several pairs of eyes following your every step, like you were a gazelle that had just unwittingly pranced into lion territory. You turned up the music in your headphones to distract you from the objectifying stares and found your place on the mat while a couple of bros tried to catch your attention where you had sat down. Right as you were finishing your first circuit, finally feeling in the zone again, you looked up to see one of your least favorite faces grinning at you over a barbell across the floor.

You and Tom Holland had a class together last year- you’d been assigned to the same group project, and loathed him ever since he completely tanked your grade by not showing up on the day of the big class presentation because he was too hungover. Since then, you tried to keep your distance as much as possible. He was the Delta president, after all—notorious for his good looks, insane body, and one night stands that were never again spoken of the morning after. You hated how good he looked doing bench presses, flexing every goddamn muscle exposed to the cold air in that muscle tee that left little to the imagination...

Damn it, focus. 

You started another round of sit-ups but couldn’t keep count when every time you sat up he was either looking at you or stretching out his arms, almost purposefully dragging out his movements so he appeared in slow motion. When you sat upright to drink some water, you glared at him, trying to pass it off as annoyance when really you just couldn’t peel your eyes away. He was like a glistening god.

Shit, did I think that out loud?

The last straw broke when he lifted his shirt up to his face to wipe away the beads of sweat that had formed, and his entire six pack was revealed, basically rendering you breathless. When he caught you staring, you abruptly stood up to stretch, hoping he hadn’t noticed you were checking him out.

After opening your eyes from a long toe touch, you came face to face with Tom who had sauntered over while you were mid-stretch. You only realized a moment later you had basically been bending over right in his face.

“Oh, my god! You scared me! Tom, what are you-”

“Sorry, sorry- I just wanted to get a better view.” He smirked at you and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m really just trying to finish up my workout, so if you don’t mind...” you responded, focused on the few curls that were stuck to his forehead with sweat making him look somehow adorable and ridiculously hot at the same time. 

“Nope, don’t mind at all, babe. Go right ahead.” He remained standing where he was, leaning on a machine all nonchalant, like you wouldn’t mind stretching out in skin tight clothes for an audience.

“Tom, I’m serious.”

He gave you a once over as you put a hand on your cocked hip, waiting for him to leave. He bit his lip ever so slightly and took an exaggerated exhale, his tongue visibly lolling in his mouth.

“Isn’t there a party somewhere just absolutely miserable without you?”

“Yeah, well, parties are fun, but I’m thinking I could have a lot more fun here.”

You raised an eyebrow at him as he reached his hand out to flick away a bead of sweat rolling down your cheek.

“And seeing as you’re already sweaty, well-”

“Tom, what the hell are you on about?”

He took a long sip from his water bottle, clearly grinning from behind it at making you wait for his reply when you were already visibly irritated. You should’ve walked away by now, but seeing him all shiny and tattered from likely hours at the gym was almost intoxicating- he had a grip on you and you couldn’t make yourself hate it.

“Wanna finish your workout with me?” He held out his hand, and without thinking, you just...took it. He lead you out of the weight room and into the locker room that you weren’t supposed to be in, finding an empty shower stall and closing the lock to the door once you were in it. 

“What are we doing in here?”

Instead of responding, he pushed you up against the shower wall and kissed you hard, beads of sweat mixing with your spit in some delicious way. Once he finally pulled back, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip and sported a devilish grin on his face.

“I’m feeling pretty tense after that workout, wanna help me relax?”

Maybe it was all the steam in the air, or just the way his tank was clinging to his abs, but you wanted to do literally anything with Tom that he’d let you. His mouth met yours again, and you went to take off his shirt so you could see that glorious body up close, Tom following suit with yours so you were left in your sports bra. You just nodded against his head as he explored your mouth with his tongue, and with one final kiss, slowly sank your way down to your knees.

“That’s a good girl,” he cooed, tightening your ponytail as you slid his gym shorts down to the floor.

He wasted no time pushing himself into your mouth, immediately letting out a low groan at the friction. You worked him with your tongue, bobbing your head with him as he pushed it up and down- and the control he was starting to take over you made you feel blissfully lightheaded. Drawing out the time between sucking and slowly circling your tongue around him, he’d had enough of the teasing and pushed your head so you were fully choking on his dick. He hummed in pleasure at hearing your rhythmic gags, and you had started to tear up by the time his face was changing, he was getting louder, and started mumbling to you as you sucked him off.

“Fuck, that’s so good...”

You looked up at him doe eyed as he watched you with your mouth wrapped around him and he breathed out hard.

“You gonna let me cum, babe? You want me to fill up your mouth?”

You hummed and nodded, and that sent him spiraling.

“Only if you swallow it like a good girl,” he was barely getting his syllables out. You kept your pace and moaned again in agreement, and with one long expletive he let himself go.

He looked down at you, taking shaggy breaths, and caressed your chin and cheek with his fingers as you swallowed, giving him a sweet smile that he reflected back. You stood up to be at eye level with him again, and he pulled you in for a deep, long kiss, holding your neck with one hand and gently cupping your cheek with the other.

“That better?” you asked.

“Yeah, much,” he laughed. “Do you come ‘round here often?”

“I like to keep in shape.” you said, running a hand down his abs. He smirked at you and pulled out your scrunchie so your hair fell to frame your face, the front pieces sticking to your sweaty cheeks. 

“Just gorgeous,” he muttered, and you started to blush wildly. “Maybe we can sweat together again sometime soon.” 

[one-boring-person]

Hi! Do you think I could get some s/o being really stressed and having a breakdown with David calming them down? Idk I just really need some David fluff right now <3

Of course you can, I hope you like it! Thanks for requesting!💛💛

No Worries, Kitten.

David (The Lost Boys) x reader

Warnings: injury, blood

Masterlist

I bite my lip as I read over the page again, the words blurring and mixing together as I struggle to compute exactly what they're saying, the meaning lost on me yet again. An ache has set into my muscles from my terrible posture, my back slouched over the table, my hand propping up my head, the dim lighting in my bedroom not helping with the situation either, my eyes straining unnecessarily to properly read what they need to. Frustratedly, I tap my pen against the desk, rapping out a rhythm on the wood, the sound becoming almost like a hypnotic metronome as I struggle to keep myself focused, my mind easily straying to the other tasks I have yet to complete, the overall thought flooding me with despair. The work is just piling up, and it's proving harder and harder to keep up with it.

Sighing, I reach for my glass of water, only to realise it is empty, the liquid having been drunk by me a good half hour before. Rubbing my temples, I decide it will do me good to take a water break, prompting me to stand from my seat and stretch out my back, groaning as it pops and cracks, straightening from the uncomfortable position it's been in for hours. I roll my shoulders and take the glass, walking down to my kitchen with a slow pace, trying to make this break last as long as possible, unwilling to get back to my tasks. Upon entering the kitchen, I go to the sink and place the cup underneath the tap, running the water as I then leave it to fill, deciding to get something to eat whilst I'm here.

Opening the cupboards and fridge, however, I soon discover that I'm out of food. Every surface is bare, given that I forgot to go shopping for more earlier today, causing me to groan out loud in annoyance. Slamming the cupboard closed, I go back to the sink, taking the overflowing glass of water out from under the tap and going to take a drink, only for the glass to then slip out from under my fingers, falling to the floor. As it hits, it shatters into tiny fragments, most of which narrowly miss my bare feet, all except three, which embed themselves in my skin, drawing a sharp hiss of pain from me.

I curse colourfully, the sudden rush of emotion finally overwhelming me, tears suddenly spilling out over my cheeks as I drop to the floor, leaning back against the cupboard behind me, using it as a support as I pull my knees up to my chest and rest my head on them. Cupping my face in my hands, I ignore the stinging in my feet and take the time just to cry, hoping that letting all of this emotion out will help me relax and become less stressed. Unfortunately for me, it only serves to make me more upset, my mind persistently reminding me of all the work I still have to do, a sense of hopeless despair washing over me and forcing more tears from my eyes as I sob uncontrollably.

I'm so caught up in my emotion that I don't hear the front door open until the intruder has spoken, their voice laced with concern and panic.

"(Y/n)?! Are you ok? What happened?" It's David, the vampire sounding shocked and confused, as well as worried as he rushes over to my side, the scent of blood instilling some fear into him, "Are you hurt? What's wrong?"

I don't reply, not looking up from my spot until I feel his hand on my shoulder, his other coming over to tilt my head up to him, his blue eyes filling with concern as they make contact with mine.

"Hey, talk to me. What's wrong, (Y/n)? Has something happened?" He asks in a quieter tone, moving his hand to stroke my hair from my face as he gets closer.

"N-nothing..." I manage to force out, cursing myself for stuttering.

He sighs at this, looking down at my feet momentarily and frowning.

"Come on, (Y/n), I can tell you're not telling me the truth. You can talk to me, I'm not going to judge you or anything, I just want to help you, and I can't do that unless I know what's wrong." He moves to look closer at my bloody feet, "At least let me help you with this."

The vampire gestures to the glass and cuts on my feet, lifting an eyebrow at me. Numbly, I nod at him, going limp as he scoops me up and carries me to the sofa in the living room, placing me down on it and propping my foot up on the coffee table, swiftly going back into the kitchen to find a first aid kit. Returning a moment later, he settles down by my foot and gently takes it in hand, turning it so he can look at the damage. He whistles lowly and takes out some rubbing alcohol and a bandage.

"You got some tweezers?" The platinum blonde asks, looking up at me.

"They should be in there." I mutter in response, pointing feebly at the first aid kit.

He rummages a few seconds, before pulling them out and getting into position, sterilizing them with the alcohol first.

"This is going to hurt, (Y/n), so I apologise in advance." David warns me, waiting for me to nod as he starts to pull the shards of glass from the wounds on my foot, swiping over each one with a bandage soaked in alcohol to clean them, making sure I'm ok with each stroke. I fight the pain, wincing and speaking at particularly bad parts, clenching my fists at my side as a sort of coping mechanism. Thankfully, it only takes him ten minutes to properly clean and bandage the cuts, the vampire swiftly moving into the kitchen to wash himself off and clear up the mess I left before returning to me. With a gentle smile, he settles down beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"I'm sorry I'm like this...I've just got a lot of work, and I was really stressed about it, then I remembered that I don't have any food because I forgot to buy any this morning and then I dropped the glass, and it all got a bit much..." I finally say to him, looking down at my hands as I knot them together, feeling insignificant and weak.

"You don't have to apologise, (Y/n). We all have bad days, I'm just sorry it happened to you today. Leave the work for tomorrow; you won't get much done tonight. Do you wanna order some food? It's on me, you can get whatever you want." David offers, tightening his grip as I rest my head on his chest.

"Yes please, but only if you're sure?"

"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't sure. What do you want?" He smiles, reaching briefly to get the phone off the table in front of him.

"Can we get Chinese please?"

"Of course."

I smile back at him as he quickly orders some food, putting the phone back down as we settle down to wait, his arms holding me comfortably against his body as I trace patterns onto his chest enjoying his company.

"Thanks you for this, David." I finally say to him, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

"No worries, kitten. I hate to see you upset."

[ga-yuu]

Invitation to an Another World~Yoshitsune Route

One sunny day---

Yuno: “Are you sure you wanna do this, Yoshitsune-sama?”

Yoshitsune(with full determination): “Don’t worry. If I can support you, it’s all joy for me.”

I was about to go and pick some medicinal herbs when Yoshitsune-sama offered to help me.

(I’m happy to go out with you, but I’m also going to make you do my work.)

When I gently looked at Yoshitsune-sama’s face, his clear amethyst eyes eagerly looked back at me.

Yoshitsune: “Besides...isn’t this kind of like going on a date?”

Yuno: “A date?”

Yoshitsune: “Whatever the business is, as long as I get to spend time with you, it doesn’t matter.”

(Oh, Yoshitsune-sama...)

His kind gestures which are always straightforward always make me shy.

Yuno(blushing): “Thank you very much, Yoshitsune-sama.”

When we were about to leave----

Kurama: “Where are you going?”

At the end of the hallway, we see Kurama.

Yuno: “We’re going to the nearby forest.”

Kurama: “....Forest, huh?”

Kurama frowned upon hearing the word 'forest'.

Kurama: “Yesterday, I heard a faint presence in the forest.”

Yoshitsune: “What kind of presence?”

Kurama: “It’s a sign of the realm of demons. There is a gateway to the demon world around there now.”

(A portal to demon world....?)

Kurama continued when he saw me confused.

Kurama: “Weak humans like you shouldn’t simply wander off....There may be demons coming to this world through the gateway.”

Then, Kurama looks at Yoshitsune-sama.

Kurama: “Don’t do anything that will make you stand out. Your soul is very delicious to them.”

Yoshitsune: “I will not..... but we are just going to pick some herbs. I don’t think I’ll stand out.”

Kurama: “Have you forgotten what happened before you met me? You were being hounded at every turn for your soul.”

(Speaking of which....)

I did learn that Yoshitsune-sama’s soul attracts other demons.

Kurama(glares cutely): “Tch, you’ll just go there and attract a lot of demons....then I’ll have to clean your mess, its annoying.”

Yoshitsune(surprised): “.......Kurama?”

Kurama clicked his tongue and took Yoshitsune-sama’s arm.----

(ah)

He dug his fingernails into Yoshitsune-sama’s skin as if to carve something into it.

Yoshitsune(surprised): “...........”

A red pattern emerges on Yoshitsune-sama’s arm.

(It looks like a character.)

Shortly after confirmation, the mysterious mark melts and disappeared into Yoshitsune-sama’s skin.

Yoshitsune: “Kurama, what was that?”

Kurama: “It’s a shield.”

He lightly looked at Yoshitsune-sama’s arm as if to check one last time and then quickly withdrew his hand.

Kurama: “If an unlikely event crashes you on the other side, this will protect you. Yoshitsune’s soul is great food for demons like us. This is just in case if he gets lost in the demon world. ....Yuno, give me your arms too.”

Yuno: “Yes.”

As ordered, I reflexively held out my arm.

(I don’t know about this, but I’m sure this won’t harm both me and Yoshitsune-sama.)

Kurama: “...........”

Kurama’s fingers carved something on my arm as he did before.

(.....Mm.)

With slight stinging pain, I felt my skin heat up for a moment.

The sensation soon subsided and, looking at the arm that had been removed, I could not see anything being done to it.

Kurama: “It lasts for one night. Pray at least you don’t have to use it.”

After watching the back of Kurama, who seemed to have lost interest in us, Yoshitsune-sama and I left the mansion.

.......................

While walking through the forest alongside Yoshitsune-sama, I started picking some medicinal herbs along the way.

Yuno: “The demon world....I wonder what it's like?”

Yoshitsune: “I don’t know much either, but Kurama travels back and forth from time to time-----”

Suddenly Yoshitsune-sama went silent.

(Hm?)

At the same time, I felt the air around me ice-cold and I tremble softly.

Yoshitsune: “....Yuno. Come here.”

Yoshitsune-sama with a serious complexion, made me stand behind him.

Yoshitsune: “I feel a presence of demons. Yuno, stay close to me.”

(demon!?)

Yuno: “Yes!”

The moment I stiffened.

???: “Gaaaah!”

A large phantom bird flew out of a tree. (Come on, Cybird! Make your next game about demons.)

Phantom bird: “Gaaah.”

Yoshitsune: “There you are.”

Immediately, Yoshitsune-sama draws his sword and aimed at the phantom bird. But it avoided it.

(It’s big and fast too!)

(I don’t think Yoshitsune-sama would be beaten in speed, but while protecting me....)

Distracted by the battle between Yoshitsune-sama and the phantom bird----

Phantom bird 2: “Gaaah!”

Another one pooped behind me.

(Ah!)

I tried avoiding it but my legs got tangled and I fell back.

Yuno: “.........eh?”

My body that was about to collapses fell into something that felt like a big hole.

Yoshitsune: “Yuno!”

He grabbed my arm and we both fell together----

(......! ah?)

As soon as we closed our eyes, we hugged each other while being consumed by an unearthly hole.

(What’s happening....?)

Despite being confused, I felt my feet stepping on solid ground and I opened my eyes.

Yuno: “.....eh?”

The surroundings around me changed completely.

Yuno: "Is this?"

The sky is dark and there is thick fog in the area.

A number of blue floating lights which were reminiscent of human souls drifted around the area.

(What should I do?)

Yoshitsune-sama holds me by my shoulder as I tense up with fear.

Yoshitsune: "Are you okay?"

Yuno: "Yes, but somehow...."

Relieved by the familiar warmth, I looked up at Yoshitsune-sama.

Yuno: "Ah!"

Yoshitsune: ".....Yuno?"

Seeing my surprise, Yoshitsune tilts his head in wonder.

Yuno: "Yoshitsune-sama, what are you wearing?"

Yoshitsune: "Hm...?"

When touched the white fluffy thing for the first time, Yoshitsune-sama also realized that he wasn't wearing his usual kimono. (IDK what's the furry thing called.)

Yoshitsune: "....I guess, this is what Kurama meant when he said 'shield.' Even you look different."

Yuno: "Hm?....Oh yeah."

When I looked down, my kimono also looked different.

(I didn't pay attention at all. Anyway...)

I took a sneak peek at Yoshitsune-sama.

The clothes, which I had never seen before, enhanced Yoshitsune-sama's already deceptively beautiful appearance. (No dear! He doesn't. His usual appearance is the best.)

(How beautiful....)

When I was secretly enjoying his hauntingly beautiful profile----

???: ".....Hey."

(Eh?)

I heard a voice from behind and I looked back.

Yuno: "Ah...!"

Yoshitsune: "............"

There was a big demon in the shape of a mountain wolf.

Yoshitsune: "Yuno, behind me."

Yuno: "Yes!"

I replied quickly and snuggled up to Yoshitsune-sama.

Demon wolf: ".............."

The demon wolf looked at us curiously.

Demon wolf: "I've never seen you two before. Where did you come from?"

Yoshitsune: "...From the deepest part of the mountains. It's a different place, unlike this one."

Demon wolf: "Oh yeah? Lost, perhaps?"

When Yoshitsune-sama remained silent, the demon wolf laughed in amusement.

Demon wolf: "Oh well, tonight, by all means, you're welcome to go down the mountains! If you go straight from here, there is a city. The flowers are in full bloom, I hope you and this young lady enjoy yourselves."

Yoshitsune: "Ah, I understand. .....Thank you."

Demon wolf: "The pleasure is all mine."

The demon wolf left waving his tail happily.

(That scared me!)

After the demon wolf was completely out of sight, I exhaled and relaxed.

Yuno: "Looks like he has mistaken us as demons in these costumes."

Yoshitsune: ".....Yeah, you're right."

Yoshitsune: "................"

Yoshitsune-ama carefully stared in the direction, the demon wolf left.

Yuno: "What's wrong?"

Yoshitsune: "Nothing....."

(It's rare, to see Yoshitsune slips upon his words.)

I quietly waited for Yoshitsune-sama, who looks somewhat curious.

Yoshitsune-sama opened his mouth slowly, though he showed signs of hesitation.

Yoshitsune: "I was thinking all those demon birds were belligerent. But....Demon wolf seemed friendly."

Yuno: "I agree."

(But....)

Yuno: "Is that it?"

I am brave enough to take a step into the heart of my beloved.

(I can't tell you exactly what Yoshitsune-sama wants right now....)

(It looked like he had swallowed his true feelings after hesitation.)

Yoshitsune(surprised): ".................."

Yoshitsune-sama seemed to have lost his words for a moment.

Yoshitsune: "Yuno."

He exhaled when he called my name and I turned to him.

Yoshitsune: "I have a request. I don't want to cause you any trouble but....if Yuno doesn't mind, may I have a little more time to look around this demon world?"

(Look around?)

Yuno: "You...don't want to find a way back?"

Yoshitsune: "Of course, finding the way home is the primary objective, but it's not the only one....I'm interested in seeing this world."

I was a little surprised to hear him say that.

(But I'm happy that Yoshitsune-sama, who always tends to put my wishes first, has expressed his wishes so strongly.)

(Honestly speaking, I'm a little worried about getting in trouble in the demon world....)

At the moment, my anxiety is outweighed by the joy of Yoshitsune-sama's little self-promotion to me.

Yuno: "Okay, let's go."

I took his hand and looked him firmly in the eye.

Yuno: "Let's look around together."

Yoshitsune(smiling): "Yuno......Thank you."

The dreamy smile on my beloved's face made my heart clench sweetly.

As the demon wolf said earlier, we walked straight down the mountain.

...........................

Yoshitsune: "This is...."

A strange city spread out in front of us, with the constant sound of flutes, similar to those of a festival float.

A few lanterns with no hanging brackets are floating in the air, their lights casting a reddish mist.

In the midst of it all, the sound of joyful laughter comes and goes----

(This place is full of demons!)

Every time we passed a strange figure strutting about, a cold sweat broke out on my back.

Yoshitsune: "Are you okay? Yuno."

Yuno: "Y-Yeah, I'm fine."

In fact, I've been feeling a bit heavy for a while now.

(Maybe it's because I'm nervous. I don't want to worry Yoshitsune-sama, so I'll try not to worry too much.)

I decided to walk close to him so that we don't get separated.

Yoshitsune: "What is that?"

Yuno: "Huh? What....?"

We walked through the city as Yoshitsune-sama took the lead.

The road is lined with mysterious plants and frightening-looking wooden statues.

(Whatever it is, it's too suspicious.)

At a loss for words, I looked at Yoshitsune-sama, and our eyes met.

Yoshitsune: "There's a lot here that's new to me."

(...Oh)

Yoshitsune-sama's expression is as calm as usual, but I could sense a curiosity behind those dead expressions.

(I'm a little scared about this world, but as long as Yoshitsune-sama is enjoying....It's fine.)

The atmosphere was more lively than ever, which made me happy, too.

(....Hm?)

Suddenly I noticed something strange.

Yoshitsune-sama's figure, walking among the deformed ones, does not look out of place at all.

(It's as if this has been Yoshitsune-sama's place from the start, he's blending in.)

A shiver ran down my spine as I felt a sense of frustration that I did not understand, and I grasped Yoshitsune-sama's hand tightly.

Yoshitsune(surprised): "Yuno?"

When I look back up, Yoshitsune-sama's eyes are the same color as always.

(Ah.......)

Realizing that I had done something strange, I released his hand.

Yuno: "...No, nothing! I'm sorry for that."

Yoshitsune: "But..."

I was about to smile at him, when I wanted to say something, but then...

(Hm....?)

The weight of my body that I had been feeling for a while now increased dramatically and my knees relaxed.

Yoshitsune: "Yuno!"

Yoshitsune-sama quickly holds my body.

Yoshitsune: "What's the matter? If there's something you're not telling me, I want to know."

Yuno: "Actually, I've been feeling heavy for a while. I feel dizzy...."

Yoshitsune: "..........! It may be a result of the otherworldly energy."

(Miasma?)

Before I could ask him back, Yoshitsune-sama held me tightly by the shoulders.

Yoshitsune: "Yuno, come...... Let's find a place to rest."

As soon as we turn off the main street where the market is located, the demons had almost disappeared.

Yoshitsune: "It must be around here...."

Yoshitsune-sama notices one of the houses and puts his hand on the sliding door.

Yuno: "Yoshitsune-sama, if there is a demon inside...."

Yoshitsune: "It's all right, there's no sign of anything. No demons have been in or out for a long time, I suppose. And now it's time for you to get some rest."

We slipped into a small house.

(Ah.)

A long corridor stretched into the dark interior, so long that it was impossible to see the end.

Yuno: "Yoshitsune-sama, this is...."

Yoshitsune: "The inside space doesn't match the outside?"

Yoshitsune-sama muttered calmly while looking around.

Yuno: "...........! Yoshitsune-sama, the door...."

The door through which we had just entered had suddenly disappeared.

Yoshitsune: "----Well, as Kurama once said that in the demon world, things happen that cannot be explained by the logic of our world."

(What can not be explained by the logic of our world.)

A small shiver runs through my body as I realize once again that I am in an unknown place.

Yoshitsune: "Don't worry. I will protect you no matter what."

(....Ah)

Yoshitsune-sama puts an arm around my waist and pulls me closer.

The warmth of the arms that firmly supported my body was the most reliable.

Yuno: "Thank you, Yoshitsune-sama."

Yoshitsune: "You don't have to thank me. .....Now let's go."

Now that the door has disappeared, we have no choice but to go on.

I chuckled and walked carefully with Yoshitsune-sama down the corridor, which was even dimmer than outside.

(Besides.)

Yuno: "Is Yoshitsune-sama feeling all right?"

Yoshitsune: "What are you talking about?"

Yuno: "I'm recovering. But it seems like Yoshitsune-sama is not affected by the air of the demon world. "

Yoshitsune: "Ah, that."

Apparently, my words made him noticed himself.

Yoshitsune: "I think the air here is harmful to normal people, but it doesn't seem to have much effect on me. Rather........No, nothing." (This is because Yoshitsune’s soul is special because it’s in between the realm of humans and demons, or something like that. In short, he’s born more like a demon than a human. And that’s also the reason why the demons are after his soul. It’s one of a kind.)

(Again...)

The way he looked at me made my heart flutter.

(Why do I feel so anxious now?)

I pushed down the noise and kept walking down the long corridor.

Then Yoshitsune-sama stopped in front of a room.

Yoshitsune: "This room should do it. Let's go in."

....................

(.....Ah)

When I entered the room, I felt that my shoulders were a little lighter.

Yoshitsune: "Your complexion has improved a little."

Yuno: "Yes. I feel much better."

Yoshitsune(smiling): "That's good."

Yoshitsune-sama's face relaxes slightly and sighed relief.

Once I was feeling a bit better, my next concern was the room that we just rushed into.

(There doesn't seem to be anyone here.... but then why are the candles lit?)

The light of the candle makes me look at the alcove----

Yuno: "....Yoshitsune-sama!"

Yoshitsune-sama looks at where I'm pointing and raises his voice too.

Yoshitsune: "....That is."

There was a skull.

Yoshitsune: "................."

From the shape, it appears to be of a human.

(No way.... was there someone else other than us who got lost in the demon world....?)

The thought of it was so eerie and frightening that I lost my footing.

Yoshitsune-sama slowly approaches it while sheltering me behind his back.

Yoshitsune: "Maybe it belongs to a demon?"

Yuno: "Mm."

(Demon? Yeah, there might be a very low chance to be that too.)

The moment it heard our voice, the skull shakes and made a clattering sound.

Skull: "Here lies the figure of a demon."

After a moment of silence, a voice rang out.

Skull: "Face the trials that it puts forth, by looking into its eyes sockets. Overcome them and it will answer the questions you have. But if you lose, your bodies will turn into bone."

(....What do mean?)

Despite being confused, we listen to the voice coming from the skull.

But no matter how long we waited, no more words came out.

Yoshitsune: “Apparently, if you win, they’ll answer any questions you have, but if you lose, they’ll take your life. So it’s a do or die situation.”

Yuno: “That’s...”

A chill runs down my spine as I witness a 'situation’ in which the sense of life itself is untenable.

Yoshitsune: “................”

Yoshitsune-sama on the other hand quietly looks at the skull.

(He doesn’t seem scared at all, rather he’s quite interested in it....)

I watched with trepidation as Yoshitsune-sama looked on with a somewhat dangerous air.

Yoshitsune: “..........”(Maybe he’s thinking of Yoritomo.)

Suddenly, with a casual gesture, Yoshitsune-sama’s hand reached out to the skull.

(eh!?)

Yuno: “Yo-Yoshitsune-sama!?”

Yoshitsune-sama takes the skull in his hand and observes it very carefully, though I tried to stop him.

Yoshitsune: “After all... this itself is not alive.”

(Ah.....)

The hair on my whole body stood up. Yoshitsune-sama’s expressionless face looks at me while holding the skull.

With his unusual costumes, they look out of this world.

(I don’t want to stay in the world another minute anymore.)

Yuno: “We are leaving, Yoshitsune-sama.”

Driven by impatience, I approached Yoshitsune.

Yuno: “I feeling fine. We have to find a way to get out of here. Let’s go----”

Yoshitsune: “If I can overcome the trials, this skull, it may teach us how to return to our own world.”

Yuno: “But.....”

Yoshitsune: “I know you’re worried and scared. ....But it’s also true that we don’t have much time.”

(...ah!)

I was surprised at the words.

(Oh yeah, Kurama’s spell lasts for one night.)

Yoshitsune: “Yuno.”

Yoshitsune gently takes my hand.

Yoshitsune: “I’ll be sure to win and bring you back home. ....So please believe me.”

Yuno: “Yoshitsune-sama.....”

(I’m happy with you and I always believe in you.)

(But what is this......anxiety I’ve been feeling since I came here.)

(If I stay here more, I feel like I’ll lose Yoshitsune-sama...)

I raised my face and looked at Yoshitsune-sama.

Yoshitsune: “....Yuno?”

His clear voice calling my name made me feel ready.

Yuno: “I understand. I’ll leave my life to Yoshitsune-sama.”

I hold his hand back firmly.

Yuno: “But I will face this trial along with you.”

(No matter what the outcome is, I’ll never leave Yoshitsune-sama until the end.)

Yoshitsune(smiling): “Yuno..... You’re still a brave one.”

Yoshitsune’s sugary atmosphere suddenly eases me.

Yoshitsune(smiling): “....Let’s complete this together.”

Yuno: “Yes!”

(With this person by my side, I’m not afraid of anything.)

While holding hands, we both looked into the empty sockets of the skull.

Then the air around us started getting distorted----

We found ourselves standing in a strange space.

Yuno: “Where are we...?”

We were transported into a black void, and there is no sign of the skull we saw earlier.

Yoshitsune: “It looks like it’s about to start.”

Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a familiar white cloth dancing.

(Eh..)

We looked up and there standing in front of us, was----

???: “............”

It was someone, dressed in the familiar Yoshitsune costume of this world.

Yoshitsune: “You are....?”

Shanao: “My name is Shanao. I’m the other you. Now let the trial begin. When I confront myself, will you be able to hold on to your own? Answer me.”

Premium END

Honestly speaking, when I first saw these three in new costumes, I thought they were awkward. Maybe because I got used to seeing them in their usual outfits which is already gorgeous. When heard that there is going to be a story event with new costumes, my initial thoughts maybe they were going to do a story event with modern settings and we’ll get to see them in modern outfits. But I like how they didn’t went for that and decided to do something different. 

After playing this event, I have to say that I really loved it. Translating this was tough, but I loved doing it anyway. Even the awkward thoughts about their costumes is now gone except for Yoshitsune. Yoichi and Shigehira looks good now, but I don’t like Yoshitsune’s, maybe if he didn’t have that white furry thing then it might have been better.

Anyway, I really loved this event and I really wish if they made this same event for other characters as well. 

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I love your ff first of all, I'm obsessed and second of all I would ask you a suggestion, idk if maybe is that too much and you're totally free to not do that but you ever thought to do something in the line of the knive kink? I think it will be awesome

i'm so sorry this took so long! big thanks to my guardian angel @voidsfilm for giving me inspiration bc i literally struggled with this one more than i should have. never written a knife kink but i’m glad i tried lol.

summary: reader finds an antique knife that Matthew's kept in a drawer.

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, fingering, oral (male receiving), knife play (no blood drawn), Soft!Dom MGG, degradation and praise.

word count: 3.6k

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if there is one thing I absolutely despise, it's working out. getting sweaty, running until my legs hurt and my lungs are burning for air... not really my thing.

but when Matthew brought up the idea a couple months into our relationship, I couldn't say no to him: he had a goofy smile on his face and the kind of look in his eyes that made me relent and ask what kind of stuff he wanted to do.

I think that I've found the one thing that Matthew can't make fun.

"I'm gonna pass out." I bend over and set my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. Matthew slows to a stop a few feet ahead, turning around and making a strained expression.

"oh, come on." but his voice is pretty breathless, too. he gently guides me off the path so that we don't get in the way of the other people out enjoying the day. a couple walks by us with their dog, strolling calmly, and I feel a rush of envy. if our workout routine had consisted of a few pleasant ambles around the city, I would have been totally willing.

"Matthew, I wanna go home." I whine impatiently. the only nice thing about this is that he's got one of those stupid sweatbands on his head to keep his hair out of his face, and it makes him look like a 1980's housewife.

"we can go home in fifteen minutes." he smiles, puts his hands on his hips, stretching in an exaggerated way.

"do you promise?" I brush a piece of hair out of my face.

"promise," he's lucky he looks so cute in his workout outfit. "we can even get one of those fancy juices for you on the way back."

"seriously?" I light up. this might actually be worth it; they have this amazing mango and lime combination that I can't ever manage to recreate with our own blender.

"if you beat me to the rock, then sure." he references the enormous boulder in Central Park that we both gawked at on our first date-- ever since then, it's been the end point for our runs. my lips curl into a grin.

"you're on." I take off, making sure to push him out of the way in order to gain a head start. he lets out something of a protestation but is quick to follow. I can feel his feet pounding behind me, trying to catch up.

I may not be good at running long distances, but I'm sure as hell faster than he is.

...

it's quiet when I step out of the bedroom, drying my hair with the towel and wandering into the living room. Matthew is sitting at the table with his sketchbook, drawing god knows what while he waits for me to finish up.

"what are you up to?" I ask softly as I plop down across from him. my head is slightly tilted while the towel rubs my scalp.

"I'm not really sure." he shrugs, frowning and holding up the notebook from a distance as if that'll help him figure out what to do.

"can I see when you're done?"

"of course," he sets it on the table again, then runs a fingertip across his chin. "actually, can you do me a favor?"

"sure."

"I have a set of colored pencils in the desk over there," he points to an old piece of furniture under the window. "would you mind getting them for me?"

"yep," I reply, getting up and leaving the towel on the table. "least I can do after kicking your ass."

on the walk past him, Matthew grabs my waist and pulls me into him, attacks me with tickles. I squeal and hit his shoulder.

"stop!" I laugh.

"you barely beat me!" he gives a dazzling smile and finally lets me go. I lightly smack him upside the head and head over to the desk, rifling through the drawers for the colored pencils he wanted.

as I push around various art supplies, glue sticks and random paintbrushes that look to be on the brink of falling apart, my fingers pass something cool and metallic. I grab the thing and pull it out.

it's a knife; like, a fancy one with an intricately decorated handle and what seems to be a pretty dulled edge. before he can notice what I've found, I start to move the thing between my hands curiously. there's a nice weight to it, but it's definitely old.

"hey, Matthew?" I ask warily.

"yeah?" so unassuming and sweet.

"why do you have a knife?"

there's a scratching as he gets up from the table to walk over to me. I lean against the desk. Matthew doesn't seem too bothered by what I'm saying at all, only gently taking the weapon out of my hands and examining it himself.

"oh, yeah!" he lets out something like a laugh. I raise an eyebrow and wait for him to continue. "do you remember when we went antiquing in Cape Cod, like, a month ago?"

"yeah." I nod at the memory. he'd been lucky enough to get some vacation days and we'd spent them sitting by the water with glasses of wine and nothing but time to talk. it really was a great trip, now that I think about it.

"I found it there." he still hasn't looked up and I realize that there's something he's not telling me. I don't know what I'm missing, but I start to get nervous.

"...why?"

"I was gonna ask then, but I guess I just forgot." his tongue darts out across his bottom lip as he lifts his face to meet my gaze. my heart thuds when he opens his mouth again. "I kinda wanted to try something."

"like?"

"I've been thinking about maybe using knives... in a sexual way."

"what?" I frown, confused by his wording. Matthew seems to realize that he's phrased it awkwardly and shifts his stance. he keeps glancing between the object and my face like he's worried about scaring me away.

"I don't mean I'm gonna stab you or anything," he laughs. "I just mean I think it sounds fun."

my hand finds his, brushing my palm over the steel to touch it myself again. there's a curiosity that burns through me now, something I'm a little unsure about but not enough so to deny the possibility of trying it.

"what do you wanna do with it?" I peek up at him. he bites his lip. we're speaking in gentle tones and I notice that our bodies have gotten closer within the last few moments. a warmth, a tension.

"like, pressing the blade flat against your skin while I fuck you." he takes the thing and demonstrates. the cool silver rests on my neck, too dull to really threaten a serious cut if he were to move too quickly. a shiver runs down my spine at the sensation of the metal.

I gulp, feel the curve of my throat push against it when I swallow. it's nice.

"oh." is all I say. Matthew is watching me intently, but he doesn't make any motion away from it. like he's entranced by the sight of me with a knife to my throat.

"are you interested?" he asks.

I mull it over. on the one hand, weapon play is something I've never considered in my sex life before. Matthew and I aren't vanilla, but this hasn't crossed my mind. that said, now that I can really feel it, there is a desire forming in my stomach. it would be a strange, new sensation.

"yes." the confirmation makes him smile a little. he lowers the thing and instead wraps me in his arms, kisses me passionately until our tongues are dancing over each other. I love how he holds me, our torsos against each other while my body leans slightly back to accept the weight of his touch.

he goes to my head like alcohol. and it's even more surreal when I feel the blade move under the hem of my shirt to rest against my back. I smile into his mouth. he doesn't do anything with it, just leaves it to remind me.

he starts to rut his hips against my lower stomach, getting aroused at the proximity of our bodies and the heated nature of our kiss. there's an urgency to all of it, like he's holding back. I don't want him to hold back; I want him to give me everything he has, everything beneath the surface.

my fingers twine in his hair and tug on the ends, causing him to groan into our embrace. there's no way we're going to make it all the way to the bedroom with the way he's grabbing at my body, so I stumble backwards towards the couch until the backs of my thighs hit the arm of it.

"you're horny." I giggle slightly when he pushes the hem of my shirt up my body, his nails dragging over my ribcage and trailing the object along with it. I feel the excitement growing.

"I'm just glad you're willing to try this." he murmurs the words, holds our foreheads together before his lips eagerly seek mine out, again. somehow, even with a weapon leveled against me, I can sense the love in every single action. I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't trust him to treat me with the utmost care.

I work at the buttons of his shirt, pushing it over his lovely shoulders and arms as he unclasps my bra. we're fervent, greedy in our movements, trying to kiss despite the attention needed to remove our clothes. mostly we just tangle up in each other until there's nothing left but my shorts for him to shove down my legs. he keeps his pants on.

"c'mon, beautiful." he mutters, pushing my legs open so that I'm sitting on the arm of the couch. he tilts my head and leans closer to suck on my bottom lip, and then starts to massage my tits. I can feel the handle of the weapon against my nipple.

when he reaches to slide his finger between my folds, I hiss out a breath at the cold sensation of his skin.

"is this because of me or the knife, baby?" he asks, corners of his mouth twitching up while I moan into his mouth. he starts to rub my clit with the collected wetness, teasing me too much. I want to fall back, but I can't. I won't let myself.

"both." I find myself turned on by the way the blade sits against my ribs again. the edge is just sharp enough to elicit a reaction from my body.

"feel that?" he angles the thing the slightest bit. I exhale and nod.

that isn't the response he's looking for, however, because he moves it so that it's under my chin. goosebumps on my skin while I pant uselessly against the weapon. I can feel it press harder with every breath out of my lungs, and I love it. I love the risk it brings out of me.

while Matthew dips his index inside my pussy, I writhe against it and tilt my head even more so he has better access.

"look at you," he lets out a dark chuckle, thrusts into me to the last digit. "you want more of this, don't you?"

"yes, sir." I breathe. my neck is actively moving against the metal. I glance down at his body and see his erection straining against his pants, craving release but finding none as he plunges his fingers in and out of me. I can hardly breathe from sheer focus on the sensations he's giving me right now.

"what are you looking at, sweetheart?" he quickens the pace of his movements and uses the object to make me focus on his face.

"you're hard." the words nearly die on my lips. he stares darkly at me, lifting his brows just enough to make me question whether I should have spoken at all. I bite my lip in anticipation.

"and what are you gonna do about it?" his voice is raspy as he stands back, removes his fingers from my pussy, and lets me drop to my knees. I'm weak both from the stimulation and from the loss of it, but I make quick work of undoing his belt, pulling the pants down his legs until I'm face-to-face with his cock. it sits against his stomach, throbbing impatiently while he watches. he uses the metallic point under my jaw to angle my face up to his.

"are you gonna suck me off, baby?" he smirks. I nod rigorously with wide eyes and an open mouth, dragging my tongue along the underside. Matthew's nose scrunches up for a moment at the shock of contact when I tease the head. all his concentration is on watching me wrap my hand around the shaft and pumping him gently. "spit on it."

I obey and spit right onto the tip before rubbing my thumb over the top to gather the precum. as I start to swirl my tongue and move my lips onto him, he throws his head back, lets out a wanton noise. it urges me on. I take every moment with a deliberate attention to the veins and sensitive spot he has.

"that's it, that's it." he rasps while knotting his hand in my hair. the other keeps the knife pressed to my throat. he lets me move on my own for a bit, gauging my desires from the way my eyes attempt to memorize the sight of his face above me, that jaw dropped in licentious craving. I can tell that he wants to fuck my face, but I go slow just to draw it out a little. it makes the soreness of my jaw worth it when he gets all impatient and flustered.

I hollow my cheeks and bob on his dick, bat my lashes, pull myself off him for a second just to kiss the tip.

"can I use your mouth?" he asks through a restrained groan. I open it and nod, sighing at the feeling of his fingers twining through my hair again before he pushes back into the opening. now that he's got full control, he starts to develop his own movements, sometimes meeting his thrusts by pressing my face against him.

he gets deep in it, never losing his grip on the knife, until my nose is pressed to his stomach. my throat closes instinctively around him even more tightly, and he lets out a guttural moan.

"such a cute mouth when I'm using it." he thrusts until I gag and then he's smiling. "get up."

he removes himself so fast, my eyes water at the sudden lack of blockage in my throat. I gulp air while he hooks his hands under my arms and hoists me up. I'm about to turn around so I can lift my leg and give him better access, but he sits me on the arm of the couch and parts my thighs.

"I wanna see your pretty face." he leans down and pecks my cheek. I smile at the surprising tenderness-- although it doesn't last long. steel sits against the space between my neck and collarbone. it's only a moment before he positions himself between my legs and slides his cock into me.

my back arches and I look him in the eyes, gasping.

"fuck, baby." he drags out the first word as he inches inside. I mewl helplessly at the way he stretches me out, my pussy clenching every few seconds. he keeps one hand on my lower back to support me and bring me closer to his pelvis, and then we're staring into each other's eyes as he finally settles in it.

his hips start to thrust into me, hopeful for any kind of contact while I accustom myself to the shape of him. it happens every time, despite the amount of times we've done this. and I'm bad at patience, but he's worse. his body stutters against mine.

"is it good enough, sir?" I ask quietly. he tightens his grip on my back and on the blade, the edge threatening my skin the perfect amount. I suck in a breath at the way it stings a little.

"you're doing perfectly." he recognizes what I want to hear as he finds my sweet spot and begins to hit it repeatedly, smoothly works my body. I swear there are planets in my eyes when I stare at the expressions on his face, both of us so wrapped up in each other that every other thought becomes obsolete.

he moves the knife to under my chin to rest on my throat.

"feel that?"

I nod so the edge bites more. he smirks.

"just to show you who you belong to."

my hips push up to meet his thrusts, needing more stimulation, more friction. what I want is for him to be relentless, to slam into my body with the kind of hunger I know he has. there are sounds, movements, that he's made before that make me want him to use them. but he's withholding, probably hesitant about the dangerous object on my pulse point.

"I belong to you, sir." I egg him on. he likes the sound of that, grunting and starting to pound into me.

"yeah? you're my dirty little whore." he speaks through gritted teeth. I shiver.

"mhmm."

"I use you how I want, when I want." his fingertips dig into my skin and he yanks me closer so that he can hit a new angle. I let out a surprised noise when he brushes my g-spot. it's otherworldly and I expose more of my neck to him.

"my little slut likes pain, huh?" he nudges the weapon harder into my skin. it doesn't draw blood, but I can sense the mark it'll leave. I love it.

"yes, sir." we're both getting needy, but we can't hold each other the way that we want to in our given positions. my palms are occupied on the arm of the couch to hold myself up and one of his hands is too busy holding the object for us to fuck as deeply as we need.

"are you gonna take it like a good girl when I cum in it?" he mutters. he runs his tongue over my jawline and the weapon nicks my skin. I moan at the mingling of sensations that's building all across my body.

"yes, sir." I plead. it's nearly unbearable, how much I want him. we're chasing our orgasms and I know what will finish me off. he knows, too.

Matthew drops the knife. it clatters to the ground, but there's no time for me to register it with the way he grabs my hips and lifts me into the air, my legs wrapping around his waist while he keeps fucking into me. he maneuvers us with shocking ease, laying me on the couch and positioning himself at the right moment so that I can drag my nails over his back and keep my thighs locked around him.

"mmm... baby, I'm gonna cum." he drives into me recklessly, both of us finally able to cling to each other. the angle is just enough to stimulate my clit and I nod, using the leverage of my legs to pull myself to him and roll my hips for friction.

Matthew slams my body into the couch, grunting in my ear as he finds his climax inside me. it's so deep, I have to work to keep the yell inside, but he's not done. he rides it out and plows into me while I reach the edge.

"tell me how it feels." he orders in my ear. I sigh.

"so-- so good, sir." my voice is thin. "I'm close."

"show me." he leaves bruises on my hips with his hands. I feel the knot finally snap, every muscle in my stomach spasming chaotically. I finish with a loud moan, begging him to drag it out further. my vision nearly goes black at the tide that threatens to overtake my body.

"Matthew--" I gasp. he moans quietly at the way I say his name, still rocking his body into mine while I come down from the shocks of orgasm. it's nearly overwhelming, the pleasure running through my body.

slowly, we come to a stillness and he drops his head into my shoulder, panting. he doesn't let go at first, but then he withdraws from my pussy and lets me take a rest. I lay there on the couch while he kneels between my legs, pressing gentle kisses to my neck.

"I love you." he repeats it over and over.

"I love you, too," I hope he can feel the meaning, despite the sheer exhaustion in my tone. he runs his fingertips across the red marks where the thing went a little too deeply, but I'm not worried about it. "we should try that again, sometime."

"you liked it?" he smiles brightly. I love the lines by his eyes.

"definitely."

he lets out a cheerful noise and buries his face back into my throat because he knows how much it tickles. I screech and giggle, my legs kicking wildly around me. more contented than ever before.

[tiffdawg]

Indecent Offerings: Part Two | An Agent Whiskey x Reader Fic

Gif: @javier-pena​ 

Pairing: Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey x Reader (no y/n)

Word Count: 2.6k

Rating: E | Warnings: NSFW – smut, explicit sexual content, dirty talk (this should be expected by now in my fics tbh), like 3 little pussy slaps, orgasm denial I guess, praise kink, implied but vague age gap (reader is of age, of course), language. 18+ only.

A/N: Idk babes, this shit nasty. I had to put the keep reading break before the first line. But it’s porn with feelings because I accidentally/subconsciously wrote Jack’s insecurity into part one and now I feel like I have to do something with it. And because open and honest discussions about sex are inherently sexy.

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Indecent Offerings: Part Two

Once you get home, there’s no need for foreplay.

As soon as the door to his apartment is flung open, Jack walks you straight into the bedroom, kissing you hungrily and stripping your clothing off the entire way. He quickly dispenses with your blouse and bra and your skirt follows shortly after. He chuckles darkly against your lips as he palms the bare skin of your ass.

“No panties?” he questions playfully, “How mighty indecent of you darlin’.”

“I believe they’re still in your pocket, you devilish man,” you reply unabashed. You toe off your heels and fall back on the downy comforter, waiting for Jack to join you. Stretching your arms above your head, you arch your back off the bed, practically preening in hope of getting him to hurry up. The two of you have been lovers for more than a year now – partners for much longer than that – and you know just how to tempt him. What started out as a way to pass lonely nights on long missions, blossomed into something more over time, but your magnetic attraction and desperate desire for one another is stronger than ever. Some flames just can’t be put out.

You watch through hooded eyes as he stands above you, languidly loosening his necktie and uncuffing his sleeves. He takes his sweet time with each button of his dress shirt, smirking at you under that damn moustache all the while. You squirm under his gaze, longing to feel his hands and mouth and body on you once more.

“What do you need now, sweetheart?” he asks, noticing your impatience. 

 “I need you inside me.” You huff out a sigh and pout at him. “You promised you were going to fuck me, Jack.”

“Oh, I remember–” he unbuckles his belt with a little more force than necessary, and you relish the dark glint to his deep brown eyes. “–and I am nothing if not a man of my word.”

Finally shucking off his trousers and briefs, he runs his finger up and down your bare legs, sending a chill down your spine, before crawling up your body to lie next to you. He gathers you in his arms, tenderly kissing you as his hands stroke your supple skin. His actions are so soft and sweet and slow you almost forget the promise he made to you back at the office.

I’m going to take you home now and fuck you until you remember exactly who that pussy belongs to.

Jack Daniels doesn’t make idle threats.

Roughly grabbing your hip, he turns you away from him before crushing you against his chest. You love it when he handles you like this – alternating between delicate caresses and dangerous touches. You know things have definitely shifted when he replaces the open mouth kisses on the column of your throat with a coltish bite, his teeth sinking into the flesh of your neck. Already flaunting a splattering of purple bruises from where he marked you earlier that night, the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure as he nips at your tender skin has you writhing against him. An unbearable heat pools in your core and you press your legs together in a feeble attempt to create some sort of friction where you need it the most. You reach down to touch yourself, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure, but Jack bats your hand away.

“I don’t think so,” he scolds, his voice a low rumble in his chest. “Insatiable thing, aren’t you?” With a firm hand on your thigh, he drapes your leg over his hip and opens you to him. The position alone stirs something in you – it’s intimate yet exposing, almost primal. “Look at that. You’re so fucking wet down there already I can see it from here.”

You whimper at his lewd words. “I need you, Jack.”

“I know, pretty baby. I’m going to give you everything you need.”

Reaching a hand between your bodies, he lines himself at your entrance and then, finally, he stuffs you with his cock. You’ve been waiting all night for this exact moment. Jack fills you like no other man ever could, his thick length stretching you deliciously. After giving you a generous moment to adjust to his size, he wraps one arm around your waist, the other still holding your leg open, and starts pounding into you, easily sliding into your slick cunt from behind.

“Fuck– So hot and wet and tight,” Jack growls, “You feel so fucking good on my dick, baby.”

With a shameless moan, you throw one arm behind you and around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. As he pumps into you, he hits a spot that sends a slow burning fire from your belly to your toes. You look down to where he’s entering you, threatening to split you in two. It’s dizzying, but still you ask for–

“More!”

He speeds up, setting a fast pace as he pistons his hips against you, and you gasp for breath, feeling like he’s somehow pushing all the air from your lungs on each thrust. Behind you, Jack’s grunting and panting, his warm breath fanning out across your skin as he nuzzles into your neck just below your ear. He’s fucking you with vigor now.

“Oh Jack, please,” you whine, only half cognizant of what you might be asking for.

“Please what, baby?” He bites at your neck again before soothing the red mark with his tongue, drawing another moan from deep within you. In your haze of arousal, you almost forget what he asked you. “Tell me what you want? 

“P– Please can I– Can I cum?” you struggle to ask, your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling agape. This is one of those times where you just know you need his blessing. More than that, you want him to give it to you. You want to be good for him.

“Do you think–” he grunts out in between thrusts, “–You deserve that?”

“Yes, please,” you beg.

“I don’t think so. Not yet.” He slaps your pussy, a wet squelch filling the room.

 “Fuck– Oh god!” you shout deliriously, your nails digging into the flesh of his neck where you grip him. 

“Tell me who this cunt belongs to.” He slaps you again, hitting your throbbing clit perfectly and coaxing a wanton cry from your lips. As your arousal reaches its crest, you tighten around him and a heady groan escapes him.

“You, Jack!” you answer breathlessly, “Only you.”

“That’s right.” He rewards you with another smack. “This is my fucking pussy, baby.” 

“I’m all yours,” you babble, choking back a sob, “Forever.” There was something about the way he claims you that felt different; it’s absolutely overwhelming and you can’t help your pathetically quick short breaths as he rails into you. That last time he left his fingers on your sensitive nub, and now he rubs at it with just enough pressure to bring you to the edge – but not past it. Your head lolls forward as a wave of pleasure rips through you.

“No, sweetheart, look at me. I wanna see your pretty face while you cum on this cock.

“Oh,” you mewl as you turn to face him, locking eyes with his soft brown ones. It takes every ounce of self-control you have not to cum right then. “J- Jack.”

“I know, baby. You ready to cum now?”

“Yes!” you shout. You grip his cock even tighter as you falter on the precipice.

“Be a good girl – God this pussy is so fucking tight – and cum for me. Cum all over me.”

Succumbing to the pleasure, you cum hard, a blinding white light blurring your vision even behind your closed eyes. For a moment you can’t even breathe, the force of your orgasm leaving you unable to even draw air into your lungs. You pussy pulsates around his hardness as you cum, and Jack’s pace stutters. He tightens his hold on your hips as he lifts your limp body, rolling onto his back so that you lie over him, and resumes pounding up into you, somehow filling you even more. You feel him stiffen inside you as his momentum ebbs. “Where baby?” he asks through gritted teeth. 

“Inside. Want your cum inside me.”

“That’s my good girl – letting me fill this pussy.” Your name tumbles from his lips on his final thrust as he paints your cunt with his spend.

The two of you lie like that for some time, completely sated and neither one able to move as you try to steady your ragged breaths. Your body rises with Jack’s inhalations and with every exhalation of your own, you feel yourself sink further into him, as if the two of you were really one. He runs his hands across your sides, reverently caressing your dewy skin slick with sweat from your exertions. As he holds you, you feel absolutely radiant.

When he does shift and his softening cock slips out of you, you feel his cum leak from your cunt, dripping down the apex of your thighs. Reluctantly, you roll off him and jump out of bed, scurrying into the bathroom to clean yourself up. You return for a moment to help him clean up too. It fills your heart to be able to tend to him even half as well as he takes care of you. When you crawl back into bed, you place a chaste kiss on his lips as he covers the two of you and nestle comfortably into his side.

But you know something is wrong when he’s quiet. Even after sex, the man is usually as talkative as ever. And by the rise and fall of his chest, you know he’s not sleeping.

“What’s wrong?” you inquire, peering up at him.

“Nothing, sweetheart.”

You hum disapprovingly. “Don’t lie to me, Jack Daniels.”

He huffs out a humorless laugh before looking at you. Even in the low light you can see the worry written all over his face.

“You know I love you, right?” He waits until you nod to continue. “Well, sometimes I still wonder if you wouldn’t be happier with someone else. Someone younger, someone like...”

“Like Cognac?” you supply. When he doesn’t respond, you have your answer. “Jack– Earlier tonight, with him? That was just sex. You should know that.” 

“Maybe not him, exactly, but you know what I mean.”

You sit up, holding the bedsheet to your chest as you prop yourself up with one arm, wanting to look directly at him. “No. I don’t know what you mean. It’s not like we haven’t done things like that before. You weren’t jealous then. Why is this bothering you now?” 

“I’m not jealous,” he scoffs, and you raise your brows at him. “I just– I don’t know, I guess I’ve been feeling my age lately and sometimes I look at you and I wonder what the hell you’re doing with a man like me.” He doesn’t look at you when he says this. Instead his somber eyes follow the path of his touch as he pensively trails his fingers up the bare skin of your arm, across the curve of your shoulder, and along your collarbone.

With a gentle hand, you tilt his chin up so that he’s forced to meet your gaze. “You’re a smart man, but I think your Stetson must be too tight. It’s cutting off the blood flow to your brain or something.” You lightly tap his forehead with the tip of your index finger before pushing his hair off his face. That earns a genuine laugh from him. “I love you, Jack, with all my heart. And no one could ever make me feel as loved, cherished, and happy, as you do every damn day.” You pause to let your words sink in. “Do you believe me when I say that?”

“Yes,” he says, choking on the single syllable.

“Good. Now, I have a proposition for you, cowboy.”

“What’s that, darlin’?”

“From now on, it’s just me and you.”

“Baby, I’m not trying to restrict you–”

“You wouldn’t be,” you say firmly, “You know I’m not one to do anything I don’t want to.” He actually rolls his eyes at that, knowing firsthand just how stubborn and determined you can be when you feel like it. For once, it actually makes you feel better. “We would just be furthering our commitment to each other,” you continue a bit more seriously, “Let’s be honest, when we started this, it was just about the sex. But look at us now: we live together, we’re in love. This­–” you gesture in between the two of you, “–is evolving. And I’m so happy with where it’s going.”

“Me too,” he assures you. He takes your hand in his and gives it a light squeeze. 

“You’re my partner, in every sense of the word. I want to be yours and only yours, Jack.”

A deep sigh escapes him, but you can see some of the tension in his body unwind. “Maybe I do just want you all to myself,” he murmurs before pressing his lips to yours.

“You know, all of that was fun tonight, but at the end of the day, this is the best part. Just being with you. You’re all I ever need.”

He quietly considers your words and you watch his mind work behind his dark eyes before making a decision. “I feel the same way. But I don’t want to rule anything out completely – I love exploring these things with you. I never want to tame you, darlin’.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you promise him with a light laugh. “But no matter what we decide, I do think it’s good that we check in with each other like this from time to time.” He nods and you happily consider the matter settled. Peeking at him through your lashes, coyly shy, you add, “And either way, there’s so much more we can explore together. I have a few ideas to start.”

“I expect a full report on my desk first thing tomorrow, Agent Rosé.” The two of you burst out into a fit of easy laughter and you know in your heart that whatever was troubling Jack has passed. His expression softens as he gazes at you. “How do you always know what I need to hear?” 

“Because I was made for you and you were made for me. We take care of each other, always.”

“You know one of these days I’m going to have to make you my wife,” Jack says with a lopsided grin. You know that’s a huge step for him considering his past.

“I can’t wait,” you answer earnestly with a wide smile of your own.

“Good girl. Now,” he starts. He looks at you with beseeching eyes as he brings your hand he’d been holding to his cock where you find he’s already hard again. “You think you got another round in you?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Jack,” you laugh as he maneuvers you so that you’re straddling his hips, “Getting old my ass.”

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[babiesdreams]

+18 (Adult content)

The devil’s choice +18 00 line sixsome

Warnings: Sixsome ofc, oral (g and r), degradation, deep throat, praise, hard dom shit, overstimulation, anal, idk what else.

Reposting bc Tumblr flagged it.

“Let’s just get the assignment done alright?” You shout, stopping the mess going on by the boys surrounding you. You loved your friends but sometimes they could be a pain in the ass. They were just too messy god. “They started it” Donghyuck spits out, but Renjun gives him a look. “Excuse me, should we talk about last night?”

“Don’t you fucking dare” Hyuck replies glaring at him with a serious look. “Why?? I’m sure Y/n wants to know” The boy replies teasingly. “Dude, stop it” Jaemin says grabbing renjun’s arm trying to shut him up. “What would I want to know?” You ask innocently and Yangyang, who’s been sitting next to you the whole time, caress your knee saying a soft “It’s nothing”

“No, I wanna know” you say getting up. Everyone looks at you with a weird expression “What’s it?” You scream, wanting answers. “We talked about...” Jaemin starts saying “Dude shut up” Jeno stops him inmediately. “They were arguing about who would fuck you better” Yangyang spits out.

“THEY?” Haechan screams at him. “I remember you being so enthusiastic about it as well” Jaemin says teasingly, pointing at Yangyang. “And what was your conclusion?” You say looking at Haechan who instantly tsks at you. “It was obiously me” He says proudly, and at first you think he’s just being full of himself as usual, but when nobody protest, you chuckle.

“Oh my god y’all are soooo wrong” You say walking away from everyone towards the kitchen. “Hey, he was basically begging to win, what did you want us to do?” Jeno explains farther more as you dissapear through the corridor.

You start searching for something to eat while you hear a new chaos forming in the living room. You take your time as you think everyone’s going crazy with the fight. “I know Hyuck wouldn’t be the best one” Renjun whispers to your ear as his body gets closer to yours. You can feel his bulge against your butt, slightly hard.

“W-what?” You stutter, feeling the boy’s hand around your waist before he turns you around, forcing you to look at him. “I know I’m the best match for you in here” He whispers getting closer to your lips. “R-renjjun” You whisper trying to get off his hold.

“Hey, get off her, you pervert” Jaemin screams from the door frame and Renjun walks away from your figure, kind of leaving you with some weird neediness. You whimper unconciously by the sudden emptiness the boy leaves you with. Both of the boys’ gazes turn to you, analyzing what just happened.

“Did you just...?” Renjun starts asking and Jaemin looks at him confused “Did she just...?” You turn completely red and shake your head. “Let’s go to the living room” You say walking fastly pass the boys.

When you arrive to the living room the other three boys are standing right next to each other, arms crossed and waiting for you to come back. “We decided that we are gonna let you choose” Jeno says and you start laughing. “What is this Fuck, marry, kill?” You ask confused.

“Kinda” Haechan says flirtly. “I’ll kill Haechan then” You say sipping on the drink you grabbed from the kitchen. “And who would you fuck?” Yangyang asks right away. You choke on your drink, laughing out loud right after. “You guys are so needy, you need to get railed” You say jokingly.

“Said the whinning girl. Bet you’re craving for all of us to fuck you now” Renjun says teasingly. “WHAT?” Haechan asks confused. “She literally whimpered when I got off her in the kitchen” Renjun explains. “That’s true” Jaemin admits.

“No it’s not. And y’all need to calm down” You shout at them, already done with the conversation. “Just admit it” Renjun shouts back, making you back up a little. “I do not-”

“You could have just told us if you were so needy baby” Jaemin says getting closer to you. “You’re so dirty that you want a sixsome? I couldn’t have guessed that, miss innocent” Yangyang spits out, making you blush. “Okay, fine stop” You say, making everyone freeze in their places.

“I-I may be down, but-” You were about to set some rules, but Haechan grabs you before you can say anything. His lips shut yours up, making you unable to protest as his hand travels down your hips. His body direct you to the bedroom, where he lets you fall onto the big bed. You can hear footsteps following you, though you’re unable to tell who they are from, as you keep your eyes closed, getting lost in the kiss.

You eventually feel some hands over your body, but you’re unable to tell who they’re from. “Let me taste her too” You hear Jeno say. Haechan gets pulled away from the kiss by Jeno’s strong arms. The younger boy’s lips get replaced by Jeno’s, who kisses you deeply and heatedly.

You can hear hyuck’s protests mixed with some belt tingling. Someone’s hand starts getting your clothes off, letting you feel the cold air of the room against your warm and wet cunt.

You moan inside Jeno’s kiss when you feel some fingers inside of you, and someone’s tongue pressed against your clit. “She’s so wet, dude” Yangyang says, revealing his position.

On your upper body, you can feel two people sucking on each of your nipples, each one following a different pace and technique. The sensations are overwhelming to say the least.

Jeno gets off the kiss with a heavy breath, allowing you to get some air as well. The view is even more overwhelming. Renjun was the one licking your clit and the two other boys were on eash side of your body licking your breasts. Yangyang looks at you while he fingers you, winking teasingly at your desperate expression.

You let your head fall back, while you feel Jeno’s tongue drawing paths on your neck, in between whispers that you are not quite able to understand. “Who do you want to fill you in first?” Yangyang ask looking right into your eyes. You moan softly, unable to make any sense of your thoughts.

“I’ll be last” Renjun says, stopping his actions for a split second and then coming back. “That’s not fair” Haechan says leaving your nipple with a wet pop. “Let her decide” Yangyang says angrily, stopping his fingers for a moment.

“I-I, Yangyang” You manage to say, just wanting the discussion to be over at last. The boy smiles at your words, getting his pants and boxers off. You close your eyes, not wanting the view to overwhelm you farther more.

You soonly feel Yangyang’s tip against your entrance, concentrating on the feeling of his length stretching your walls, even if the rest of the sensations are not easy to ignore. His veiny dick hits every little spot inside of you, not leaving a single empty space.

“Fuck, she’s so tight” He growls out. You get distracted by Jeno’s whispers on your ear as he says “Good girl, you’re doing great...” And a whole bunch of sweet nothings. You’re too driven by his words that you don’t notice how Yangyang’s thrusts speed up fastly.

Renjun, had climbed out since the boy entered you, getting to your belly, drawing wet paths with his tongue and then repeating them with his fingers. Haechan and Jaemin had stopped sucking your nipples long ago, as they were already too redish.

They were now competing on who leaves more hickeys along your breasts and neck. You are not looking, but your skintone cannot be seen anymore as the purpleish marks are covering your it completely.

Yangyang’s moans mixed up with your own, forming a nice harmony that fills the silence in the room. His dick twitches inside of you, hinting you on how close he actually is. You can also feel a wave of arousal coming, as all the different sensations mix up in your brain.

Before you notice, your walls are completely painted in white, as Yangyang gets out of you. Everyone praises your exhausted self, and caress your body in different ways and parts. After you calm down from your high, Hyuck and Jaemin position themselves.

Jaemin gets behind you and hyuck on top of you. Both of their tips hit your entrances. While hyuck enters inmediately, Jaemin lets his fingers play inside your butt, prepating yourself for the incoming painfully satisfying sensation.

Hyuck starts with a fast pace, as he’s aware of how overworked your body may feel and he doesn’t want you to. Jaemin finally enters you, after a long foreplay with his fingers. And it still feels somehow painfull, even though pleasure brushes the pain away. “Fuck, you’re so tight and so good for me baby” Hyuck moans out, while his sweat makes his skin glow down the lighting of the room, making a perfect picture on front of your eyes.

Both penetrations coordinate and uncoordinate at different timings, making you confused for determing who’s inside of you at the moment. Jeno, has taken his pants and boxers off as well, making you suck on his dick. Though your movements don’t really make sense as your brain is really unable to think anything.

Hyuck cums first, letting his cum mix with yangyang’s as the both come out of yous insides slowly dripping down the mattress. You shake out of pleasure at the warm feeling. Jaemin is also close, though he makes you cum first, drawing circles on your clit as he thrusts into you faster and deeper.

He hits places you didn’t know that existed, making a second climax brush over your whole body. He cums right after with loud yet low moans, filling your ass with his white hot cum. You lay down, heavy breathing, taking another break from the situation. They all repeat their praises, including Jeno, who gets his dick out of your mouth, to let you rest for a bit.

After some minutes, you collect yourself and sign the boys to continue their actions. Jeno drags you to the floor, getting you into a kneeling position. He grabs your hair strongly as he guides you through his length, hitting the back of your throat with his tip.

You gag everytime he does, and it seems to somehow motivate him, as he keeps doing it faster and deeper. Precum starts coming out of his tip, mixing up with your saliva as it drips down your mouth. The view is quite something. Everybody is just watching in awe at how beautiful you look like that.

He finally cums inside your mouth, making the dripping even messier as it falls down the floor. He pulls out of your mouth, letting you breathe after you swallow his cum. His hand caress your cheek, making a soft gesture after his brutal actions.

“You did great babygirl” He says placing a kiss on your soft lips. Your whole body shakes due to the overwork and the new neediness Jeno worked out on you. But still you smile at him, eanting to give back some of the love he was giving you.

“Are you too tired?” Renjun asks kind of tired of waiting. You shake your head at him, blinking slowly as you collect yourself once more. Renjun’s eyes are fixed on your figure, analyzing the truth behind your words.

He stands up getting closer to your kneeling figure. His arms grab you in the air, letting your legs surround his waist. He drags you back to the bed, putting you down as he does. Your body gets hug by the nice texture of the bedsheet’s fabric.

The softness of the sheets drives you in as you get lost in the feeling of his hold around your body. His tip enters you as soon as you fall into the mattress. His length enters completely getting the rest of the boys’ cum to move in your walls.

Everyone stays aside as Renjun’s posture is basically not allowing them to be nearby, so they are basically forced into watching how he fucks you senseless.

His hips move fast as he thrusts you, his hands wiping the sweat off your forehead. Tears start falling down your cheeks as pleasure overwhelms you. His fingertips wipe them off. “Look at you, crying for my dick, how pathetic” The sudden degradation makes you blush, and the boy notices right away, getting encouraged by it.

“You have just been craving for my cock all day huh?” He growls out as he speeds up. Your moans leave your lips uncontrollably. “That’s right, I’m the one who fucks you the best after all, aren’t I?” He asks teasingly and you simply nod. “SAY IT” He shouts at you, rubbing your clit in fast circles.

Your whole body shakes as his moves drive you crazy. “You are the best, renjun” You manage to say in between desperate moans. He stops his fingers, keeping his pace steady on you. “You fucking love this don’t you? God you’re such a whore” He growls, getting closer to his own climax.

“Cum for me, baby, let them know, who’s the best” Renjun says under his breath and shortly after you cum again, losing count of your highs. He cums shortly after, but unless the rest of the boys, he stays inside of you, caressing your neck, collarbone, chest, belly, and all the way back up, while you calm down.

“You did an amazing job Y/N, he says kissing every spot his fingertips already touched. The rest of the boys keep praising you as well, getting closer now. And just like tha in between soft touches and kisses you fall asleep peacefully.

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