#if you find yourself muttering ‘that really shouldn’t be allowed’ and ‘what are you doing you’re an authority figure’ repeatedly

[trippedandfell]

i say this with all the fondness in the world but wow is it obvious sometimes that 911 is a ryan murphy show

[teeskzagain]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ sweet, sweet dreams

• in which your brother’s perverted friend decides to help you out one night.

• warnings: pervy! wooyoung (like really) dry humping, somnophilia, (wooyoung finishing inside his pants and on you) light slut shaming. lowkey delusional woo.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

wooyoung repeats over and over, quietly under his breath as his grip around you intensifies. fuck, he knows this is wrong. so damn wrong. if you were to wake up and find him in such a compromising position, he just knew you would scream bloody murder.

you. his best friend’s little sister. the girl who never put up with his teasing and sure as hell was never afraid to hit back harder with insults. the girl who could hold her own against her older brother and himself when needed to. and now, the one who’s getting humped into oblivion by a clingy, insatiable wooyoung.

he hadn’t meant for this to happen. he just wanted to see if you’d been up this late, maybe pick on you a bit with a few crude jokes. after yunho clocked out on him, the poor boy had been left bored with nothing to do. so naturally his mind began to wander off, and onto you.

it started off as a simple jester, curiosity even. upon entering your room (he had knock but there wasn’t a reply) wooyoung was met instantly with a sleepy version of you, curled up within your blankets as your leg draped above the fuzzy material. well, there goes that plan. of course you and your brother had similar sleeping habits, how annoying. now what was he supposed to do?

he raked his gaze over your slumped body. a part of him could admire this peaceful stature. no crass remarks departing from you, no rude gestures to indicate some sort of annoyance towards him. you simply just laid, unmoving and silent. and if he really allowed himself to trail off in thought, maybe he could even see just how cute you were. but, that’s dangerous thinking.

a slight shake to the head broke his concentration and soon he realized it’s getting a bit creepy the way he’s standing at your door frame watching you. better if he left now, before anyone could call him the sorts. right as he turned to go, rustling from a far causes him to freeze, followed by a low groan.

“no, no, i…”

hardly any motion to him, wooyoung peered over his shoulder and slightly above a whisper he called out to you, “y/n-ah, you okay?”

but there wasn’t reply. at least, not a decipherable one. you continued to mumble softly amongst yourself, head swiping back and forth leisurely before speaking up once more.

“mmrgh.…come here.” your last word was breathy and it makes his body stiffen. did you know he was in here? had he accidentally waken you up?

another airy moan leaves your lips, “stay…”

“hey, what are you saying?” without thinking, he stalks up towards the bed, ready to make eye contact with a present body, yet to his surprise your eyes remained shut and still. you had moved around some more, shifting your torso away from him and darting out a knee. mumbling out over and over, ‘stay’.

wooyoung stumbled back in disbelief. are you dreaming right now? could you somehow feel his presence despite whatever deep slumber you were currently in? and here you were asking for someone to stay. were you…..speaking to him?

more movements from you caused him to look down at you, watching as you further arched your back as a means of getting comfortable. he knew he shouldn’t. but in a quick motion does his focus drop down to your round ass currently out for him to see. he didn’t let himself enjoy the view for much longer, with wooyoung snapping out of his minor trance quickly.

what is he supposed to do now?

as perplexed as wooyoung is, his question was swiftly answered as he noticed your body started to shiver and little hicks were produced. mini mews filled his ears and the once idled, unmoving y/n he previously admired stirred to life, yet you were still absolutely completely asleep. begging someone to stay with you.

“you little-” he half-muttered, immediately lowering himself to the vacant side of your bed, “and you still manage to get your way even when sleeping, insane.” it wasn’t long before wooyoung wiggled himself closer towards you, all in the hopes of fulfilling whatever it is that you were yearning for, and at the moment contact was made, you wasted no time in stretching your back against him. you two fit together perfectly, like connecting puzzle pieces.

he slung an arm over you, which over time caused your shivers to go down, after a while your mutters disappeared back into silence, and soon you had been at peace just as you were before. wooyoung had done enough. embraced what he needed to, helped out like he meant for. just like how any good, determined friend would when aiding their friend’s little sister.

but, goddamn, he really couldn’t help himself.

if anything, why did you have to wear such skimpy, tight shorts to bed. ones that were practically glued to your ass and outlined every, single, detail. nothing was hidden, not even your plush, thick pussy lips that he could feel just barely hovering over his crotch. it drove him mad.

so, what started off as a slow graze of his hips ~ he just wanted to cop a little feel and nothing more ~ turned to a subtle rocking. subtle rocking, however, soon became not so subtle, his rhythm picking up gradually until-

“all your fucking fault,” he whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut to fully bask in the pleasure of feeling your clothed body slam hard against his clothed cock. his wrapped arms around your torso provides good security as he buries his head deeper into your shoulder, “had to go and make me so horny, ah-!”

you shifted once more in your sleep which caused one of his thrusts to land right onto your cunt, sending a delicious buzz soaring throughout his body. he can’t stop at this point. no, he won’t. he’s too far gone to even think about ending this euphoric scene. his head is jumbled, but only with the harsh thoughts of getting off. the needy, and desperate kind.

one of his legs swing over yours, changing the angle at where his bulge reaches. he’s grinding hard against your backside. the kind of grinding that only a dog in a panting heat would do, “just had to tell me to stay, huh?”

he’s utterly aroused. pre-cum dribbles from his tip and seeps through his underwear and his shorts, spreading disgustingly around his pelvis. it fuels him more. knowing that his remains are being discarded onto you, marking you of someone sort. he loves this.

“you secretly wanted this, yeah?” voice muffled, he lifts his head to mutter lowly into your ear now, “such a needy slut for your brother’s friend. letting me fuck you with my clothes on like this, what the hell y/n-ah?” streaks of his leftovers coat your ass, the sounds of his bucks now squishy and squelching into the air.

it all starts to become too much for him. the running tingles shooting through his vein, the overwhelming sensation of knowing that it’s you that got him to this point, all of it leaves him a moaning mess. he doesn’t even care for the repercussions at this point, he’s just desperate to let out all of his sticky load and cover you.

your cunt collides with his erection in a way that makes his head spin in pleasure. the continuous bouncing now causing his eyes to flutter gently as they roll back. your thick flesh of ass hitting his crotch over and over and over again. a guttural sigh escapes him.

“think i’m gonna….” he ruts faster and deeper into you, fully succumbing to the temptation, “fuck, you’re about to make me me cum, y/n-ah.”

and at last, with the biggest force of probably all night, does he drive his hips and hold your ass to him, oozing wet cum from his pants. he keeps the two of in that position as he grunts out the full length of his semen onto your ass, groaning and mewling during it all, till eventually there’s nothing left to empty. it all remains on you.

but even then, not once do you awaken during the session.

no. it’s not until the next day, eyes blinking slowly awake to an empty bed, in which you even register the weird soreness from your behind. the sour smell wafting below your nose which causes you to scrunch it up. and the most telling detail, feeling the remnants of something damp stuck on your shorts.

then after putting these facts all together do you sit up in your bed and close your eyes in irritation. he had been at it again.

fucking, wooyoung.

[lemonlover1110]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 13] No Regrets

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Kissing your ex-boyfriend back shouldn’t feel so wrong, yet it does. But you can’t pull away because your lips are stuck on him. He deepens the kiss, his tongue gliding over your bottom lip before it enters your mouth. It should be your sign to pull away, but you can’t move.

Your tongue presses against his, while his hands stop cupping your face and they move down to your waist, pulling your whole body closer to him. The five years of pent up frustration are poured into the kiss from both of your ends. You know something though, that once it escalates neither of you will stop and you don’t want to do something you’ll regret.

When he pulls away to kiss lower, you get a glance at his eyes and it makes your stomach churn. You can’t do that with him. Never again. Your hands go to his arms and you unhook his arms from your waist. You take a deep breath, in disbelief that this is what’s happening– What you allowed to happen.

“That’s a funny answer considering you left me to get married to her.” You point out. You have nothing to say to him, and Satoru takes a moment to gather his thoughts. You have to work more, but you doubt you’ll be able to after what just happened. He’ll understand if you leave.

Actually, you don’t care if he doesn’t understand. Satoru is clearly not someone that understands your feelings, and you’re tired of considering how he feels when he can’t keep that same energy toward you.

“I’m leaving. We can do the rest tomorrow during work hours.” You tell him, and he watches as you walk away. He’s glued to the ground, and maybe he should follow to stop you but he can’t. 

All the progress you’ve made crumbles to the ground, and he watches it fall right before his eyes. Yet he isn’t too sad. There’s a smile on his lips as his index and middle finger touches his mouth. When you slam the door shut, he’s knocked back into reality and he walks back to his desk. He puts the picture frame that he has of his wife down and opens his desk drawer to pull out a picture.

Eighteen-year-old Satoru with his new girlfriend, right before Satoru leaves for the airport to start his studies abroad. Maybe he should’ve stuck around, gone to the same university as you, things would surely be different. He probably would’ve still been married, but not to Sayo. He probably wouldn’t be in this position though, and now with how unhappy Satoru is, he doesn’t mind the thought. He would leave it within a heartbeat to get back with you, but of course that isn’t possible anymore. 

If only he could go back in time and knock some sense into his younger self… But he can’t and he’s left to deal with the consequences of his actions.

You hate coming home so late to find your son sound asleep. It feels like you’re missing so much of his life and it reminds you of yourself, wishing you could spend more time with your own mother who obviously couldn’t since she was working. At least you had Satoru, Ren doesn’t have anyone other than the nanny. You need to quit soon, make an arrangement with Mrs. Gojo about bills and stuff, knowing that she’ll do anything for her grandson. She won’t let you go that easily though.

“I love you, baby.” You mutter as you kiss his temple. You pick him up from the bed and carry him to your room. It won’t matter much, by the morning you’ll be gone. You wonder if he’s beginning to like the nanny better than he likes you simply because he spends so much time with her. The thought does make you feel jealous, so you try to get it out of your head.

At the very least you have to take a vacation with him, go somewhere he really wants to go so you can make more memories together. You don’t want to take the role of his absent mother as well, his father already has that role. Maybe you can take him to the beach before summer is over… That would have to be soon though, fall is just around the corner.

You tuck him into the bed before looking in your drawers for your pajamas and then going to the bathroom to get ready to go to bed. It’s past midnight, and you have to get up early too. You feel so tired yet you know you won’t sleep. The only thought in your mind is Satoru and how he had the audacity to kiss you.

Yet you feel happy. You feel happy because you still deeply care about him even when you try not to. You remind yourself that what he did is wrong since he’s married, even when he acts like he doesn’t care about the marriage. You want no part in whatever the hell is going on there, you’ll be the one that ends up losing if anything happens.

You waste no time doing your nightly routine, cutting some steps since you want to get into bed fast. When you get out of the bathroom, you find Ren sitting up on the bed. He looks around confused, wondering how he ended up in this room. Until he notices you, causing him to get off the bed and run over to hug you. You hug him back, a big smile coming to your face.

“Hi, mommy.” He says. You hadn’t seen him in more than a day, he deeply misses you.

“Hi, Ren.” You answer, you pick him up and carry him back to the bed. “I missed you, baby. I promise we’ll spend a whole entire week together soon.”

“I missed you too.” He responds, his little eyes closing on their own. You tuck him in again, kissing his forehead. You lay down beside him, and you hug him. Thankfully it doesn’t take too long for you to fall asleep.

The next morning you get to work a little later than you’re supposed to, and you’re expected to encounter an enraged Satoru but you don’t care. You’re absolutely done with him, and if he dares to fire you, you’ll leave without a single complaint. The last thing you expect to find there is a vase of white lilies, but that’s what you’re met with. 

You don’t have to think twice about who left them there, you immediately know they’re from Satoru. You still look for a card, and it’s buried within the flowers. You read ‘I’m sorry’ with no name, but you can also tell it’s him since it’s his handwriting. You bury it in the same spot before walking to the office. You knock on the door, and you don’t care to get a response before opening it.

“I was wondering when you’d get here.” Satoru says, looking at you as you walk into the office. You shut the door behind you before asking,

“What was the apology for?” And it feels like an eternity for him to answer the question. You know it’s for the kiss but you want to hear it from him. You need him to assure you that it won’t happen again even if part of you wants it to happen again. 

“For kissing you.” He answers, and you smile at him. When you’re about to thank him for the apology because you didn’t think he’d be mature enough to take this step. But he opens his mouth again, “Even though I don’t regret it.”

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but you’re married, Mr. Gojo.” You can’t believe you have to remind him. You truly thought that the man in front of you would result in a loyal husband, either to you or someone else. You didn’t think he’d stoop so low. “You left me to be with her, and now you want to do that to her with me? You’re ridiculous.”

“I guess you’re right–” He begins and you hate the way he starts his response. You can’t hear the rest before you snap,

“You guess? You have no idea how much you’ve hurt me, Satoru. The least you can do is act like a man and stick by your decision.” You slightly raise your voice at him, not caring that you’re in a work setting because he obviously doesn’t care about it. “Look, I don’t give a shit if you want to cheat on her but keep me out of it. You aren’t going to toy with me.”

“Why are you acting like you didn’t give in? You could’ve pulled away immediately but you didn’t.” He argues, and you sigh. He isn’t wrong, but this isn’t about if you did kiss him back or not. You don’t want this to happen again.

“I was tired and didn’t know what I was doing. You initiated it.” You remind him. Your blood begins to boil, and you didn’t think that you’d be having this argument this morning. You didn’t expect any less from him, you aren’t sure why you’re surprised.

“You knew exactly what you were doing–” He begins but the office door opens, and you both turn your attention to the woman that walks inside. His wife stuns, wearing a long black leather skirt with a red blouse. She smiles when she sees you and then at her husband.

“Sorry, I didn’t see anyone so I welcomed myself in.” Sayo says, and you glare at Satoru. You aren’t thinking straight. You and Satoru exchange a look for a minute before you look back at his wife.

“Your husband kissed me last night.” You tell her, and her brows raise. The moment the words leave your mouth you curse yourself for being dumb enough to tell on him– You know how this situation plays out, and you’ll probably be berated even though you aren’t at fault for it. She looks at her husband and then back at you. 

“Oh… Okay.” She responds. She looks at her husband, and she keeps staring at him. She clears her throat before asking you in a calm manner, “Could you please leave us for a moment?”

You nod before walking out of the office, cursing yourself for even mentioning it. You want to listen in on their conversation, but in the end it doesn’t matter. The feeling of regret slowly washes away though when you take a seat in your chair. You won’t be affected negatively if you’re fired, after all, Mrs. Gojo is the grandmother of your child. She might not like you, but she won’t let it happen. Even if it happens, she has enough to cover for you and your son.

She won’t take Ren from you because she doesn’t want her son to find out about him, so you’re sure that you’re safe. You’ll be okay even if you get fired.

You try to focus on your job while you still have it, looking up every minute or so to see if Sayo walks out of the office. When she finally does, you tense up. She walks over to you, and you expect her to start yelling at you. But she doesn’t. 

“I’m really sorry about him… I have no idea what’s gotten into him.” She apologizes. She looks around for a moment before she lowers her voice, “Could you do me a favor and keep this a secret between us? I don’t want the wrong rumors to spread.”

“Of course, Mrs. Gojo. No worries.” You respond.

“Please call me Sayo, we’re friends.”

Surprisingly enough, Satoru doesn’t need you for the rest of the day. He’s called into a meeting that takes up the entire day, and you’re left to handle everything for the charity event. You can’t verify everything with him, and you choose what you feel is right. Handling all of it alone makes you wonder when you’ll be sent back to work with Shoko, and when Mrs. Gojo will finally get a new secretary for his son. You doubt it’ll happen any time soon.

Most of the afternoon you find yourself staring at the flowers that he left on your desk, and you find yourself indecisive as to what to do with them. They’re beautiful, yet you don’t want them simply because Satoru left them for you.

The fact that Satoru isn’t there, lets you clock out earlier so you can head home to your son. Unluckily for you, just when you’re about to leave, he gets to the office. He leaves the door open so you peek your head in before telling him, “I’m leaving.”

“No. Come inside. We have to talk.” His voice is stern, and while you feel like talking back to him, you feel like you’ve done enough. You’ll just hear him out, and then tell him that you need to drop the subject. What happened last night can’t happen again.

“What is it?” You try to suppress the attitude in your voice but it’s hard to. Luckily for you, he only talks about your job, and he doesn’t bring up the fact that you told his wife that he kissed you. When he verifies everything, he dismisses you.

You rush to the elevator when he does, you don’t want to be there for when he changes his mind. While you wait for the elevator, he walks and stands beside you, but luckily he’s leaving too. You almost choose the stairs to avoid going into the elevator with him, but in the end, you get inside with him.

It’s weird that you’re alone in the lift since so many people are inside it at this hour. But it’s empty now. You stand on opposite sides, and you watch as the elevator doors close. You almost comment on how weird it is to see him leave so early, but you don’t want to initiate any conversation with him.

You glance at each other for a moment, and he clears his throat, putting his hands in his pockets before he shares, “You didn’t get me in trouble, if that’s what you’re wondering. Sayo doesn’t care.”

“What a shame.” You answer, your eyes focused on the tiny screen that tells you which floor the elevator is on. Your response earns a low chuckle from the man. You look at him again, and he’s staring at you.

You look at his eyes, and they immediately remind you of your son. You almost feel guilty as you gaze into his eyes. You’re keeping something so massive from him, something that he wanted as much as you did. You had no way of telling him then, but now he’s in front of you and you choose to keep quiet. You weren’t at fault at first but now you are.

“I’m sorry.” The words slip out of your mouth unintentionally, and of course he doesn’t know what you’re apologizing for. You watch his eyes soften, and he genuinely laughs.

“What? For telling her?” He asks, and you chew on the inside of your cheek, unsure of how to respond. You can’t admit what you’re sorry for. He moves closer to you, close enough for you to touch but he doesn’t. “It’s fine. You did the right thing. I was out of line.”

“That’s nice to hear.” You respond. You stare at each other in silence until the elevator doors open. Before you can walk away he says,

“But I still don’t regret it.”

[fern-writes-stories]

Busy

MINORS DNI !!!!!!!!!

♡ [a/n]; HE IS SO!!!!!!!!!! but also I’ve never written smut before so be kind to me pls 😔💔 idk i need him so bad i’ve been pent up for like a whole week atp

✧ Pairing: Miguel O’hara x female reader

✧ Word Count: 1,806

✧ Summary: Miguel pleasures you and gives mad oral. Porn w/o plot basically

✧ Warnings/Tags: 18+/NSFW under the cut, second POV, google translate spanish, pet names (cariño, mi amor, mi ciero, mami, niña buena), orgasm (f), edging, marking, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, rough sex (hair pulling, biting w/ slight blood kink), size kink if you squint, foreplay, fingering, lmk if I missed any!!!!

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“Miguel, I’m busy,” you tutted, working away at your computer desk. Miguel had arrived home from work just under an hour ago.

“Pero tengo tanta hambre de ti, mi amor......” He stood behind you, arms wrapped around your shoulders while he traced patterns onto your collarbone.  (But I feel so hungry for you, my love...)

“I know, but I really need to get this done,” you sighed, moving his arms off of you. “Maybe later?”

Silence followed before suddenly you felt kisses on your neck, making your heart flutter for a moment. You knew exactly what he was trying to do.

“Miguel,” you scolded rather halfheartedly, the words coming out barely above a whisper while you were trying to convince yourself that this report took priority.

His hands began to skim your body and you felt the graze of his fangs against the nape of your neck, feeling your breath hitch in your throat. He began to trace circles with his thumb on your inner thigh with one hand while the other drifted up your shirt, slowly, at an agonisingly deliberate pace for the situation. 

Miguel began to lick and suck softly at you neck and you involuntarily cocked your head to allow him more access. You felt his lips curl into a smile against your skin.

“Can’t you just leave your work for five minutes? Ten, max?” He muttered into your ear, the sensation of his breath against your skin sending a shiver down your spine.

“I-I really shouldn’t...” You reasoned, though it sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than Miguel. He sighed against your neck and removed his hands from your body.

Before you could say anything else your desk chair was spun around suddenly, Miguel planting his hands firmly on either armrest as he caged you in. 

“Then you don’t have to leave,” he said sweetly.

He leaned down to kiss your lips and you met him in the middle, feeling his teeth brush your lips as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him even closer to you. Then Miguel’s hands began to trail your body again, one ending up in your hair and the other massaging a tit through your clothes.

You unintentionally moaned at the action and could feel Miguel smiling into your lips before breaking away suddenly. You lurched forward at the absence of his sensual kissing and groping and opened your eyes in time to watch him move to a kneel in front of you.

He gently pried apart your knees and stared up at you through your legs, moving to place a kiss on your inner thigh before resting his head against it.

You could feel it, your pussy throbbing and aching at the sight of him below you- you wanted him so bad, hanging on the edge of his every movement with impatience and lust. He began to rub your other thigh.

“I want to pleasure you so bad, mami...” he closed his eyes. “Make you feel so good... cogerte hasta que te derrumbes...” (fuck you until you collapse)

Miguel opened his eyes again and you glimpsed his gorgeous brown irises through his eyelashes. “Show you how much I love you, mi cielo...”

Your throat had gone dry and you couldn’t find you words, dizzy from arousal and feeling how wet you were, afraid you had soaked through your pants already.

The hand Miguel had previously been using to rub your thigh slowly made its way upwards, caressing your curves until he hooked a finger under the waistband of your pants.

“Will you let me pleasure you, mami? Just like you deserve, mi niña buena?” (my good girl)

“Yes,” you breathed out, pressing your mouth shut tightly to stop your lip from quivering with anticipation. Immediately Miguel made quick work of removing your pants and discarding them, exposing your soaked underwear. 

He chuckled, a deep sound that turned you on even more. “All dolled up for me already, cariño?” He teased.

You moved to close your legs out of embarrassment but Miguel reinstated his grip on your thighs; harsher this time, holding you in place so he could go to town. “What’s wrong, mami?” He asked, leaning closer to your pussy. “Having second thoughts?”

You suddenly felt his tongue on your clothed cunt, licking a long, slow arc from your vagina to your clit. You inhaled sharply and moaned, throwing your head back- you needed more. 

“N-No,” you gasped out.

“No, what?” Miguel said slowly, sternly. His tongue began to paw at your throbbing clit.

“No, papi,” you moaned. It took everything in you to not just slam his head into your vulva.

“That’s more like it,” he growled, flashing his fangs at you as he moved to remove your underwear. The moment the cool air of the room hit your unclothed cunt you shivered, but the cold was quickly replaced when Miguel moved forward again to lick lines across you pussy.

He continued back and forth, once again at an agonisingly slow pace. Your hips bucked suddenly at the need for more stimulation and you felt the vibrations of Miguel growling into your cunt.

“Miggy, please- m-more,” you pleaded, crawling a hand up your shirt so you could grab your tits.

He began to use his tongue to circle your clit, at a much steadier pace this time, and reached one of his hands up to grab your hip. You began to feel a fire light deep in your belly, in your core- you were so close already.

“I-I’m almost...” you stuttered out, too engulfed in the feeling to finish your sentence as you began to feebly grind into his tongue.

Miguel began to work faster, now at a furious pace that only stoked the deep fire within you further. Right before it released all at once you grabbed Miguel’s hair in your free hand and pushed his face further into you cunt as it began to quiver with ecstasy. 

You let out a sound mixed between a scream and a moan while you rode the high, Miguel still working away at your clit until you became so sensitive it hurt.

“M-Miguel!” you cried out, having to pull his head away when he didn’t stop. 

And there he knelt below you, hair an impossible mess that was tangled in your fingers and the lower half of his face drenched in your climax. 

“Sorry,” you blurted out, releasing his hair from your grasp and moving to close your legs again when, like before, Miguel stopped you. You stared down at him with round eyes, unable to shake your newfound arousal from his dishevelled appearance.

It was impossibly quiet as you watched him use his thumb to wipe up some of your slick from along the line of his jaw, licking it clean.

“What are you apologising for, niña buena?” Miguel’s tone was seductive and playful. “I’d drink you up all night if I could, tan deliciosa, mi ciero.” (Good girl, so delicious).

You felt your face go hot and you moved a hand to hide your eyes from him and Miguel laughed. A moment later you felt his gentle hand grab your wrist and move your arm so that he could see you again. You noticed that he had cleaned off the rest of his face- presumably with his shirt.

“Don’t go all shy on me, mami,” he teased, leaning in to kiss you deeply again. When you began to kiss him back you felt Miguel nip your bottom lip with his fangs, and you let out a squeak. He began to move along your jaw, down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and hickies until he reached your collarbone.

You felt the pin-prick of his fangs in your skin and withheld a moan as he began to lick over the small cuts. It was then you noticed one of his hands exploring the inside of your thighs again, caressing you so delicately before suddenly his thumb was on your clit.

You gasped and Miguel’s other hand found its way up your shirt once more, brushing lightly over your nipple as he continued biting and sucking along your neck.

The hand massaging your clit was moving in circular motions, toying with you as you began to throb and ache madly again. Then it stopped all of a sudden, and you were about to protest before you suddenly felt two fingers prodding at the entrance to your vagina.

You moaned into Miguel’s hair, burying your fingers in his brown locks. He took this as an invitation and gently penetrated you until he was knuckle deep in your pussy. His fingers curled, massaging your g-spot and driving you crazy. 

He began to pump his fingers in and out, making sure to hit your most sensitive spot every time as you continued to moan into him.

“You’re so tasty, cariño. Can’t get enough of you,” Miguel’s breath was hot and you could only bring yourself to respond with a whimper as he began to roll a nipple between his fingers. 

“You sound so hot, estás excitando a papi aún más, princesa.” He groaned into your neck. (You’re turning daddy on even more, princess)

At his words you began to feel your insides coiling up again, your pussy tightening around Miguel’s fingers as you neared another high.

“M-Miggy...” You moaned out through your panting, and he knew you were close. He bit into your skin again with his fangs, slightly harsher this time.

“C’mon, baby,” he whispered, lapping up the blood he had shed.

Your breathing quickened even more and you arched your whole body into Miguel, closing your eyes while your legs twitched with anticipation before all at once the stimulation ceased. 

You could no longer feel Miguel looming over you, his fingers withdrawn from your cunt and his other hand removed from under your shirt. You whimpered unintentionally and your hips grinded into nothing, your whole body aching at his absence and painfully winding down from your missed climax.

You opened your eyes and saw Miguel standing in front of you, staring up at him with a furrowed brow and confusion in your eyes.

“Well, I suppose you’d better get back to your work,” he said much too nonchalantly. Your stomach flipped and you could barely think clearly through the haze in your brain. He couldn’t be serious.

He licked his fingers clean of your fluids, savouring every moment, and shrugged his broad shoulders. “Maybe later?” He teased.

“Miguel!” You cried out indignantly as he walked away from you, the sly smirk on his face making you want to punch him.

His laughter followed him out of the room and you were now painfully aware of the puddle that had gathered on your seat.

[hees-mine]

����𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 - 𝐋. 𝐡𝐬 𝐩𝐭.𝟐

Pairing: heeseung ⚥ reader

Synopsis: Even though you both agreed on it being a one time thing, neither of you seemed to be able to honor your word, and though you tried your best to ignore him, you find yourself placed in the same predicament as the one that started your hook up with your best friends dad.

Warning: smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, oral female receiving, dry humping, cum eating, sir kink, fingering, cursing, pet names.

Genre: 18+, best friends dad, smut, single dad, taboo relationship, minors do not interact!

WC: 2,329k

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It’s only been two whole days since you had sex with your best friend's dad, and the guilt was slowly but surely eating you alive.

You’d find yourself spacing out when you spent time with your her cause the only thought in your brain was if she’d still be friends with you if she knew what you did with her father. You rubbed your temples in frustration, feeling a headache coming on.

Even though she was busy going on about some boy she liked at school, she noticed your distressed state and asked you if you were okay like the good friend she is.

But you just shook your head and said. “It’s nothing. I’m just a little tired and stressed from school.” she nodded her head in understanding, and she decided it’d be best for you to have a sleepover, watch movies, and eat junk food to clear your busy minds, which only made you feel worse for what you did with her dad while she was looking out for you you were hiding things behind her back.

After school, you both went to her house. You had successfully managed to dodge her dad all day, and now it was two in the morning, and you both finally called it a night though you couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning for a few hours before going downstairs in search of some sleeping pills cause you needed anything just to take away the guilt of today and get some rest you hadn’t had any good sleep since the day where heeseung fucked you senseless in his office.

Rummaging through the cupboards, you thank your lucky stars cause there were sleeping pills inside. You popped a few, chasing them down with a glass of water.

Once you cleaned the cup, you put it in the dish rack and turned around to go back up to your friend's room, but the sight in front of you almost made you puke up everything you just drank because heeseung the man you were trying to avoid all day was now standing in front of you and fittingly enough your dumb feet were planted to the ground upon his arrival. “H-hi s-ir.” you nod your head and try to brush past him and leave the kitchen, but he catches you by your wrist.

“Tsked, tsked.” he brought you into his body, placing his hands on your hips. “I thought we already went over this princess.” he merely laughs and buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent, the one he’s missed these past few days. “But,” he closes his mouth, kissing your neck softly. “I think I quite like the way you call me that.” he sticks out his tongue, running it along the side of your neck slowly.

You shiver, feeling his hot tongue licking and sucking on your skin like a fool. You melted into his touch and put your arms around his slim waist, a soft moan leaving your chest as you tilted your head to the side, allowing him access to continue his ministrations. 

He backed you up against the island in the kitchen, pressing his body on your lower half and rubbing his already-hardened bulge against you. “I missed you,” he mutters in your ear.

You whimper in response, feeling his length rubbing on your mound. “W-we really shouldn’t be doing this.” Your weak attempt to get him to stop only makes him chuckle cause he knew you were enjoying it.

“Princess, the way you’re rubbing against me says otherwise.” You shy away from his touch, completely embarrassed you hadn’t even realized that you were doing that. 

“I-it’s wrong,” he hums to show that he’s acknowledging you, but he really doesn’t care about what you’re saying cause he knows you want it just as bad as him.

“Not if we both want it.” he slides his warm palm under your flimsy shirt, playing with your soft, perky nipple. “Unless you don’t want me?” He pecks your cheek, giving you more than a minute to answer, and you hate that he’s right. You hate that you’ve been thinking about his cock ever since you first saw him, and you hate that even though there’s so much guilt in your body, the burning arousal takes over, leaving you a helpless mess in his arms, and you have no choice but to give into temptation and desire. “Let me hear you say it” he licks the shell of your ear, cupping and squeezing your left breast as dry humps you against the counter like he had a few days ago.

“Please,” you want it, but you don’t want to say it except that wasn’t going to fly by him.

“Come on, princess, tell me you want me as bad as I want you,” he nibbled your ear, humping you a bit more eagerly, giving you more incentive to say yes.

“Want it so bad, hee” You gave in when you felt his cock throbbing against you. You wanted to feel him inside you again, so bad you were already dripping through your sleep shorts in anticipation.

He groaned softly, placing a kiss on your earlobe. Thanks to the thin material of his boxers, he was able to feel your little wet cunt soaking his dick through both of your guy's sheer clothing.

“Me too, need you so fucking bad, baby” he drops his hands to your plump ass lifting you up as you instinctively wrap your legs around him, letting him take you wherever he wants, which was the living room couch cause he was too impatient to go anywhere else.

He laid you on the sofa, quickly pulling his cock out of the hole in his underwear as you just laid there breathlessly watching him before he climbed onto you, his elbows resting beside your head as he leaned in to capture your lips, your hands and legs wrap around his back and waist as he sensually ruts his cock against your pussy and you feel like cumming just from the way his tip pleasures your swollen clit.

“Hee,” you moan softly, running your fingers through his hair while kissing down your jaw and neck.

“Don’t call me hee now. Call me like how you did earlier,” he withdrew from you, tugging on the bottoms of your shorts, and you gasped when he roughly yanked them around your ankles and tossed them to the floor.

Lowering himself on the couch, he levels himself with your aching cunt strumming his thick fingers over your pubic mound and inhaling your scent. “Smells so fucking amazing” he slyly pulls your panties off to the side and rubs his fingers through your sticky folds.

“Sir,” you gasp yet again as he slowly pushes a finger into you, running it along the warmth of your core. 

“There you go, princess.” he ducked down, kissing your inner thigh. “You want me to eat it, baby?” He trailed the tip of his wet tongue over your exposed thigh, making little goosebumps rise all over your skin.

The question leaves you speechless you wanna say yes, but you can’t cause you’re still battling with what’s right and what’s wrong, although that doesn’t much matter with the way he has you spread open on his couch, finger deep in your pussy.

“Baby, nows not the time to question right or wrong I’m already knuckle deep in your dripping cunt” he smirks and gives a tender kiss to your swollen clit. “So now maybe you can tell me, do you want me to e-“

“Yes, sir! Please,” you rush out, desperately needing to feel his mouth down there.

“There you go whatever my princess wants she gets all you have to do is say the word” his warm breath blowing on your pussy sends a chill up your spine as you arch your back weakly pushing your hips up to feel his warm mouth.

The first lick makes your toes curl, and everyone that follows after is merely a blur because of how good he makes you feel. Your hands are in his hair as his moist lips make loud smacking sounds against your vulva.

“So wet,” he whispers, lips and chin shiny with your arousal as he licks you up like his favorite cold treat. “And so good.” Adding a second finger, he starts stretching you open, prepping you to take him later.

“Fuck” You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, hoping to muffle the sounds you’re making, but when he suckles on your clit it’s near impossible to keep it down.

“Shh baby, can’t be getting caught by your friend now, can you?” He lifts his head from between your legs but never ceases the pace of his fingers as they curl inside you, rubbing right on your spot. “Though if she saw you like this, not sure if you’d be much of a friend after” he chuckled at your fucked out expression, knowing he was making you feel so good that you were no longer even worried about getting caught. 

“Please, I wanna cum” Without further teasing, he lowers himself down between your legs, flicking his tongue on your clit til your eyes roll to the back of your head. You’re squirming, shaking, and moaning, but that doesn’t stop him from eating you out like a pro. With the help of his skilled fingers and warm tongue, he has you clenching around his digits in record time. 

“Hmm,” he moans into your heat, rubbing you through your high until you’re too sensitive to continue. He pulls his fingers out, collecting your cum on his tongue, lapping at your entrance, swallowing every drop ending your orgasm with a soft kiss to your clit. “Did you like it?” He wiped his face clean, a smirk on his lips. As he took in your state, your eyelids were heavy, breath uneven, and though you didn’t reply, he could only assume so by the way your legs were still shaking. “You’ll like this even more.” he hovers over you once again, his tip leaking large amounts of precum as he aims it at your hole after coating himself in your wetness.

He pushes past your tight entrance, a deep sigh leaving his lips, mouth slightly parted, and brows furrowed from the sheer tightness he felt when he got the tip in. “Oh fuck” he moans, head dropping between your neck and chest as he nips at your skin.

“Mmh, sir,” you cling to his much larger frame hanging on to him, trying to ground yourself as he opens you up on his long thick cock. “Yes,” you breathe out when you feel him sinking himself in inch by inch until you are stuffed full to the absolute brim. 

He groans as he pulls out and pushes back in, setting a fast pace from the start, balls clapping against your ass as he takes you raw on his couch without a single care in the world. “So good,” he whispers in your ear as you lightly scratch his back from how good it feels.

Your mouth hangs wide open, moans slipping out every time his tip kisses your cervix, and you’re sure you made at least twenty different facial expressions within just a minute of him fucking you.

“Sir feels so deep,” you babble out as he picks up the speed, catching you off guard as you shriek in pleasure. “Fuck right there” You dug your nails deeper into his back as he groaned and propped himself up to look at you and fuck you looked so beautiful like this taking his dick like a good little princess.

“Yeah? He moans. “You like it right there?” You nod your head frantically. Lips pursed out in pleasure as he hits that same spot again and again, his cock sliding in and out with so much ease thanks to your soaking cunt.

“Oh my fucking god, yes,” you cry out, completely given over to pleasure and the feeling of his cock plowing into you hard and deep stretching you out just the way you need him to.

“Fuck baby, I- I think- shit,” he huffs out, face scrunching in pleasure as he falls to his elbows and slithers a hand between your bodies to fondle your clit.

Your mouth falls open in a silent cry, and he uses the opportunity to stick his tongue inside, swirling it with yours, exchanging obscene amounts of saliva cause the messier the sex, the better.

“Sir,” he cuts you off, sucking harshly on your tongue as he quickens the pace of hands rubbing your clit into oblivion until you’re moaning into his mouth, drowning out the loud, pleasured cries from your orgasm.

Humming into your mouth, he slows his hips cumming seconds after you spilling his thick seed in your pulsating walls until you’re full to the brim full of his cock and cum. 

Heavy breaths, faint moans, and the smell of sex is what fills the air as you both come down from the intense moment.

“That was so good,” he whispers breathlessly, soon followed by a chuckle as he kisses your forehead and nuzzles his face into your hair.

You hug him close to your body, catching a faint whiff of his worn-off cologne, one of the many things that drew you to him in the first place. “Really good,” you giggle, the guilt from your guys act far in the back of your minds as you bask in the post-orgasm bliss for a few minutes.

“Should we clean up now?” He asks. As much as he wanted to stay with you like this, he knew that was impossible with his daughter sleeping soundly upstairs.

“Yeah,” you whisper as he slowly pulls out of you, the both of you smiling sneakily at each other as you make a run for it to the bathroom, and you know this definitely wasn’t going to be the last time.

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[stararch4ngelqueen]

Sheer Irony

(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)

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Time written- 5:58 p.m

Titans!Jason Todd/fem!reader angst/fluff (TW: Suicide Mention/Attempt)

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A faint breeze blows along your cheeks as you open the door, eyes glazing over a broad horizon full of dreary skies and rooftops. You find who you’re looking for standing ontop of a metallic platform framing along the edge of the building, his downturned head peering down at the dense, vacant streets below.

A long, harsh, catastrophic drop with just the wrong step.

Confusion rattled your mind when you wondered exactly what the hell was going on, never seeing such a trifling event happen in the common area. Millions of questions followed once you heard the screaming.

A million more followed suit when you walked in on the hostile environment, the air thick with static tension.

“You people are insane!” He had cried out by the second you entered the room, surprised to find a short crowd of people against him. Friends, colleagues, all glaring at him with accusations you didn’t fully hear.

“I’d rather be with Deathstroke than you assholes,” Jason states with an emotional quiver in his tone, growing more detectable towards the end of his words. “You think everything’s my fault.”

“Jason?” You call out to him, seeing his head lightly peek over his shoulder. Whether he heard you or not, he knew you arrived once the door was slammed shut behind you due to the wind.

“What do you want?” He asks with understandable bitterness wrapped up in a solemn tone, as if you were a stranger he could’ve cared less about.

Technically, you and Jason were colleagues for a long time, but never really reached the category of friends.

He was an obnoxious, painfully reckless Robin, but he was good. You were good, training yourself to set your differences aside to put the tasks at hand. You provided data, not violence.

The task now was to set those barriers of yours down with intentions to knock on his.

“To talk.” You reply, not wanting to approach further than you had to, but a huge part of you wanted to go further.

“Look. I don’t wanna hear any more bullshit—“

“Not about that,” you insist. “Just to talk, that’s all.”

To talk, to buy time. Anything.

Waves of guilt coursed through your veins for him, for his safety. The strong winds could easily sweep him off his feet if he allowed it, the tension in his braced legs preventing him from slipping off the ledge he stood on for now.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Jason states, his lungs burning with reach trembling breath he took. “The others think you’re crazy following me out here.”

“I don’t care what they think,” was your response, rooftop gravel crunching underneath your shoe as you took a slow step forward. “I don’t want you to be alone out here. That’s what matters.”

“Why?” He questions, refusing to turn around and face you with full disbelief on his face. “You hate me. You can’t stand me every time I’m around. No one can.”

“That’s not true,” you shake your head, slowly getting yourself to take another step forward. About four feet of distance remained between you and Jason, your mind cluttered with ideas on how to get him

“Jason, I don’t hate you.”

“You don’t need to lie to me,” Jason mutters, not believing you for a good second. You understood that he wouldn’t trust anyone after what you witnessed. You didn’t want to be on that side.

The steel frames were tall enough for you to hop up yourself, but the height was unnerving.

He remained quiet, pondering his rancid emotions running nonstop in his head. He felt himself nothing but poison; black pitch that stuck to everyone who so much as touched him, costing their skin like a cancer until it killed them.

That’s what was happening now, wasn’t it? Everyone was hating him, blaming him for things he didn’t understand. Now, here you were, coming up to add onto the pile. He assumed that on the spot. Why else were you here?

Bracing your hands along the beam, you push yourself up on it, fighting back your fear of heights to put yourself into this vulnerable position. Thinking slowly, you ponder over what else you could do, thinking over in your mind.

“Wanna sit?” You say, hoping he’d take the hand that offered such an innocent suggestion. “Talking is easier to do when sitting.”

To show this, you move into a sitting position beside him, feeling a little less tense on your concerns for falling. Jason doesn’t take the bait at first, only wondering as to why you were still even trying with him.

“You don’t need to be here,” he reverberates, but you weren’t going to have it.

“Neither do you,” you glanced up at him, seeing his attention fully focused on you, sitting beside him as of the ledge was just an every day public park bench.

Reluctantly, he shifts his position, leaving you to thank the Gods. With Jason sitting, you had much better control and opportunity to catch him, with the roof behind you to break both your fall.

“Do you want the truth?” You hesitantly ask, wondering if that’s what he needed. Someone who didn’t follow the others, who didn’t view him as a scapegoat to their problems, just because the unintentional category he fell into without realizing.

Just a glance of his bruised face in your direction after staring ahead for so long gave you the sign, smoothing your sweaty palms over thighs.

“You can be… obnoxious sometimes,” you proceed, slowly making the decision to proceed. “But not dark, or annoying, or… Look. I don’t get why they accused you on the spot. I really don’t.”

Silence continued to rattle his physique. His shifting head slowly peering downwards after hearing your words. His heartbeat began drumming in his head, his lungs burning with an irritated sting, his throat going dry.

“I might not like how you are, Jason,” you blatantly confess, “But I tolerate you enough to understand that you didn’t deserve this.”

There it was. Catching him off guard by cold facts, only to soothe the blow with truth. Your truth, the truth that should matter.

Not everyone was against him.

A part of him appreciates it, but at the same time, he grew irritated at your persistence to tell him what he already knew. It only made his feelings for you that much harder to understand.

He was supposed to not like you.

You were smart, yes. You popped one liners when you helped relay information to the Titans, read books and kept journals by yourself during your free time, and listened to music when you were in desperate need of relief after plenty of audible overstimulation.

The way you had your hair styled on different days, your persistence of spraying perfume on yourself before going to bed.

You weren’t loud, you weren’t overtly quiet. You respected business and boundaries, despite your job to hack and defy the purpose of them behind a computer screen.

He hated how unique yet simple you were. No one would suspect you of your talents, balancing your double life with little to mo effort.

“You don’t deserve this, Jason,” you say in order to remind him, watching his calloused fingers slowly flexing in his lap, signifying his various difficult emotions. You’d say it as many times as you needed to, to ram it into his every day thoughts.

“I don’t hate you,” you shake your head, peering at his battered, slowly healing face. “And… maybe I don’t entirely hate just how annoying you are. Sometimes, it makes things fun on a boring night.”

The corner of his busted lip rose in a faint, subtle smile. That made an interesting amount of sense. Maybe he was the type to irritate you on purpose, especially during his much earlier days.

His much earlier, flirtier Robin days.

“How annoying?”

Maybe, just maybe, being his friend didn’t sound like such a bad idea.

“Horribly,” you instantly reply as it became your turn to smile. “I mean it. Every day I wake up and dread what stupid thing you’d say next. What could you possibly say today for me to cringe at.”

If the both of you weren’t sitting on the edge of a building, Jason would have half a heart to nudge you with his shoulder. But, he knew your fear of heights.

“You think of me?”

“It’s hard not to, Jay.”

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“Did I miss a party?” You announce as you enter the dark, gloomy hallway, coming to an abrupt halt at the sight of two tall men talking to one another. A pile of unconscious bodies explaining their rigorous treatments just moments before you arrived.

“You missed the fun,” Jason chides, an amused smirk quickly growing on his face. The first full bodied smile Tim had seen on Jason since they met.

“A little earlier, you coulda joined in on your kickass computer skills.”

“Oh, ha ha,” you say, catching sight of Jason’s said laptop abandoned on the ground, bits of broken glass hinting at an unsalvageable screen. “Looks like someone beat me to it already.”

“It’s you.” Tim’s voice makes your head raise, giving the man a smile as you take in his Robin uniform.

“It’s me,” you reply, feeling a nostalgic flutter in your chest upon seeing that uniform worn by someone new. “I see Dick passed on the torch. How’s it feel?”

“He’s learning fast,” Jason gestures with a raised finger before pointing towards the bodies. “Very fast.”

“I see that.”

Ever since you had made the choice to step back from your position with the Titans a while back, life had gotten more chaotic in very unexpected ways.

You changed; in heart, in mind, in maturity.

You’ve grieved your best friend’s death, silently took pleasure in violent justice in the deaths of those who’ve betrayed and harmed your colleagues. You grieved once more when masks were unveiled, and even aided the wrong crowds for a while.

At your age, you’ve seen it all, you’ve learned from other peoples mistakes, as well as your own. You hated it, but accepted the lessons learned. As off as that sounds, that’s the best way you could describe it.

You kept in touch with Dick when he needed the help from the ‘attractive computer geek,’ so you were at least aware of what was going on. Hearing it all from Tim’s perspective brought back the times when you used to work alongside a particular ex-Robin, who remained standing close to your side during all topics of discussion.

“I got to meet the great Red Hood,” you watched with a smile a few steps up on the staircase as Tim prods Jason’s chest in a friendly manner, causing a flare in his ego as he chuckles in response.

“Don’t forget her,” Jason gestures his head up towards you, Tim’s eyes catching the faint flush in your cheeks.

“Poor girl’s kept us from running around with our heads cut off for years.”

“Always gotta respect the tech workers,” Tim agrees with a nod, making you scoff in amusement. “At least you didn’t call me ‘customer support’. That’s Grayson’s favorite.”

You said you were leaving when Tim was considerate to offer you a ride, but you brush off that you had your own, intending to head out for a date in two hours.

But, you weren’t.

The Titans, old or new, didn’t need to know all your secrets, regardless if cracking them was your specialty.

“You gave him your bike?” You ask once he gets off the phone with said old bird, approaching him as he gazed up at a clear board with various equations scrawled on the surface.

“Just sits there getting dust in the corner. I trust him to take care of it.” Jason sips at his dark drink once more before trailing off to the side, setting the bottle down.

“Still on for tomorrow night?” Jason asks, watching smile form on your face. The date. It was kinda true.

“Of course. Just came by to get my lipgloss.” You smirk, raising up your cherry flavored lip product you had to fetch from under his bed where it had rolled. “Forgot it here last night, remember?”

“How could I ever.” Jason replies with a lowered rumble, recalling all the memories of the night prior, involving getting sticky, glittery cherry gloss along his lips, leaving remnants of it smeared on his neck after a very short, sexually tense conversation.

“Kinda thought you’d wear a scarf when you showed up,” he teases as he approached, amused at your eye roll.

“I don’t do scarves, Todd,” you state, feeling it harder to fight off a smile. Your hands ease off your hips to settle across Jason’s broad shoulders.

“Whatever you say, shortcake.”

By now, you should take up a job at being a makeup counter girl, especially considering how well you managed to cover up your hickies over the span of many, many months.

Your nose lightly brushes with his, his lips merely missing yours on purpose, planting a single kiss on the corner of your mouth before holding you closer, your hips smugly fitting into his hands.

You were a breath of fresh, rainstorm air after a dark storm, your perfume clinging to his clothes for days.

“Was thinkin’,” he murmurs. “We’d try to reenact last night for our date night.”

“Hmm, with a different flavor?”

“You taste a lot better without it.”

You giggle, settling your hands along his back to keep secure in this comforting embrace.

“You think of me like that?” The words softly leave your lips.

He smiles down at you, his eyes full of warmth and comfort in your presence, cradling your right cheek after fixing a bit of your hair. He can’t help but shift attention to your pretty lips; perfect petal soft skin that displayed the prettiest of smiles to his god awful humor.

“It’s hard not to, babe.”

[l4ndonorizz]

NOISE - lando norris x reader

pairing: lando norris x reader

warnings: nsfw - smut!! mdni!, dom!lando

song: NAMELESS TWIN - MY EYES WENT BLACK

summary: provoking doesn't always pay off

wc: 1k

The dim lighting of the restaurant cast long shadows across the table, but the flickering candles couldn't mask the growing tension between you and Lando. You were out with friends, the usual laughter and chatter flowing freely, but your attention was locked on the man sitting beside you.

Your hand, resting innocently on Lando’s thigh, seemed harmless at first. Just a casual touch under the table, nothing that would catch anyone’s attention. But you knew exactly what you were doing—provoking him, testing his patience in a way you probably shouldn’t. Lando’s glance toward you was sharp, a warning without words. His eyes held that familiar intensity, and a knot began to form in your stomach.

You should have stopped there. But you didn’t. Maybe it was the cocktails loosening your restraint or just the thrill of pushing him, but you leaned in closer, lips brushing his ear. "You’re not going to stop me?" you whispered, your voice barely audible above the conversations around you.

Lando’s jaw clenched, his muscles tightening beneath your touch. You could feel the frustration radiating off him in waves, the tension mounting with every second. He didn’t respond immediately, choosing instead to take a slow sip of his drink, pretending as though nothing had happened. But you could see through the façade. You weren’t sure if it was fear or regret creeping into your mind now—maybe both.

“Don’t push it,” he muttered under his breath, his tone low and full of warning. His eyes stayed on the group, but his grip on your thigh tightened, a clear signal that you were walking a dangerous line.

Your heart raced as your fingers slid higher, teasingly close to the hem of his shirt. You were provoking him, knowing full well the consequences that could follow. But there was no turning back now. His hand shot under the table, grabbing your wrist firmly. “You really want to do this here?” His voice was cold, full of that familiar authority, but this time it sent a jolt of fear through you.

You swallowed hard, your breath hitching. "Maybe," you whispered, your voice shaky, unable to hide the tremble. The playful defiance you had started with was quickly fading, replaced by the realization of what you had just done.

Lando let go of your wrist, allowing you to pull your hand back, but the dark look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. You had crossed a line, and Lando never let that go unpunished.

The rest of dinner dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity. Every time you met his gaze, your stomach flipped. He carried on with the conversation as though nothing had happened, but you could see it—the tight grip on his glass, the way his jaw clenched every time you shifted in your seat. The fear gnawed at you, knowing full well what was coming once you were alone.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the meal was over, and you found yourself stepping out into the cool night air. The walk to the car was silent, and the pit in your stomach grew with each step. You couldn’t shake the dread building inside you—Lando wasn’t the type to forget, especially not when it came to something like this.

The drive home was painfully quiet. Lando’s knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, and the tension between you was suffocating. Every muscle in your body was tense, and your mind raced with thoughts of what he might do. You were scared, and it wasn’t the kind of fear that came with uncertainty. You knew what was waiting for you when you got home.

And as much as you wanted to take back your teasing, it was far too late for that now. You had no idea just how far Lando would go to make sure you learned your lesson.

And that's why you weren't surprised to find yourself in this state. Tied to a chair, sitting on a knotted strap, a vibrator tied to your thighs, propped up against your overstimulated clit, while he tidies up the room around you, using you purely for his amusement.

He doesn't want you to feel pleasure, he doesn't care if you've already come four times, sore and drooling, begging for him to untie you, he just wants to hear you... listening to the way you try to move, thrusting your hips down on the toy, how wet and hopeless you are... he just wants you to learn your place, to make noise in the background to help him clean faster. He loves your noises, your moans, your moods, your pleas, your noises.

You had to cum for the fifth time before he came back to you and slowly started to untie you. Your body was so hypersensitive you couldn't even stay on your feet, he had to throw you over his shoulder to get the strap off you and the vibrator off your thigh.

You just whimpered a quiet "thank you" as you waited for him to carry you to the bathroom and give you a bath. But that didn't happen as he started to put you back on the chair. You felt the tip of something wide enter your tight hole and when you looked down you saw the huge dragon dildo he had recently bought.

"Lando, please, 's so big, it hurts," you whimpered again as he tried to sit you down, but it was too big for you, and you squirmed on top of it because you couldn't get comfortable stretched out like that, nervous and in pain.

Lando pushes you further down on the dildo until you are crying and whimpering for it to be over. It's not even punishment, it's just entertainment. Then his dark voice cut through your noise, "You were so confident before, weren't you? You don't want that to stop, don't be silly, this is just the beginning.“

[incogrio]

christmas, don't be late

SYNOPSIS: in which keeping christmas presents a secret is especially hard for yeonjun

pairing: yeonjun x gn!reader word count: 1.1k+ warnings: none, maybe slightly annoying reader, probably ooc yeonjun

AUTHORS NOTE: this fic was actually really fun and easy to write! lately i've been getting kinda annoyed w yeonjun fics because everyone writes him as a cool, macho guy, but he is also super silly!! he's a silly guy!!! so i wanted to show the silly guy some love. when i am writing this, my jack frost fic just went up, so i hope you guys like that fic :)) does anyone actually read these authors notes btw? LMAO, i might do a fic w an enha member bc i'm more into enha than txt, soooo maybe??? idk!! okay thats it, im yapping, love u!

as millions of people knew all around the world, yeonjun was great at many things. he was great at dancing, singing, being kind, hardworking, and empathetic. 

one thing he was never good it, however, was lying. while he didn’t necessarily find himself wishing he could deceive others well on a day to day basis; the closer it got to christmas, he wished he could. 

the first hurdle of the holidays was figuring what exactly you wanted. new clothes? a new watch? jewelry? they all seemed mediocre at best, and yeonjun knew he deserved significantly better than mediocre. 

then, as though sent from the gods above, you suddenly gained an interest in painting. at first, you simply mentioned liking painting videos on youtube, then, he’d catch you drawing little sketches of your environment. the final straw was when you bought yourself a set of 50 tiny paint tubes for less than five dollars. yeonjun was supportive, of course, and your paintings were beautiful, but he knew you deserved the most expensive paint in the world, with the highest quality canvas money could buy. more more than your printer paper, and dollar tree supplies. that’s when he finally jumped over the first hurdle of the holidays. 

now, the second hurdle, was keeping it a secret. at first, it was sort of easy for him. he would simply close his tabs when you came near, and made sure to avoid the topic of getting you art supplies whenever it arose. 

“junnie, what are you up to?” you asked, walking up behind him and his computer. the speed in which you watched him close all of his tabs was akin to superhuman.

“ahh, nothing…” he muttered, before turning around in his office chair and throwing you a charming, lopsided grin. he’d decided the best way to get your mind off his secretiveness, was to be seductive. so, he grinned, he looked you up and down, he bit his lip. 

safe to say, you weren’t too focused on his tabs that night. 

but, there’s only so much sex a man can have before his man gets suspicious. and, with the packages beginning to come in, hiding them from you was becoming harder and harder. 

the first package to arrive was your easel. he’d asked countless people and read countless reviews to make sure he got you the sturdiest, most functional, aesthetically pleasing easel. 

he was lucky when the package arrived and you were at work, but unlucky when he realized it came completely in pieces, and he would rather die than have you waiting over his shoulder as he struggled to build it on christmas day.

“i’ll just…. build it now! it shouldn’t be too hard.” oh yeonjun. what a fool you are.

you came home to him with his head in his hands, an instruction manual on the floor and seemingly random wooden parts strewn throughout the living room. 

“jun, what…” he cut you off, immediately jumping up and covering your eyes.

“yah!” he shouted, “don’t look! don’t!”

“i didn’t! i didn’t see!”

“be honest now.”

“i am!”

“promise?”

“pinky promise.”

“then go away!”

the next time he allowed you into the living room, a large blanket was hanging over the easel, blocking you from seeing the shape of it. you walked out, eyeing the gift suspiciously.

“keep moving mister! nothing to see here!” he exclaimed, gesturing you through the house like an airplane marshal.

when the second package arrived, a large pack of multiple canvases, it was significantly easier to hide. he simply wrapped the box in wrapping paper, and shoved it under the tree.

“baby, what’s in the box?” you asked during dinner, feigning innocence.

“hm? what… box?” yeonjun responded, picking at his food nervously. 

“you know what box.”

“haha! i don’t!! let’s have dessert!”

slowly, you knew you were breaking him down, softening him up. you were in bed together, after secretly putting some of his gifts under the tree.

“junnie…” you mutter, putting on a bit of a soft tone. “tell me what’s under the tree… and i’ll tell you what i got you!”

his only response was turning away from you and your charms, shoving a pillow over his head and loudly singing ‘lalalalalala!!’ for five minutes straight. 

finally, when the paint arrived, he felt relieved. the other gifts would be easier to hide, being small jewelry and clothes, so this would be the last of the big gifts he’d have to wrap. 

he felt so relieved, that a few days later, he was casually speaking to you about your gifts without even realizing it. 

“i ran out of paint today right in the middle of a new landscape!” you whined, grabbing a cold water from the fridge.

“ah, well, it’s good that i-,” he paused. his stomach flipped. he stared at the wrapped gift and almost felt it stare back at him. wrapped. gift. it was wrapped for a reason! he can’t go around revealing gifts just a few days before christmas!

“that i… um… saw… a bird…” 

“what?”

“bird.” he blurted out, before covering his mouth and dashing to the bedroom to hide.

so when christmas finally arrived, yeonjun was as happy as a five year old would be. he woke you up at five am, practically bouncing off the bed as he dragged you to the living room. within the next two seconds, all three of your main gifts were shoved into your lap. 

“open!” he said, the balls of his cheeks high as he beamed at you. 

you slowly and carefully peeled the wrapping paper off, partially to make him impatient, and just as you were about to reveal up your gift, “it’s paint! the best paint in the world!” he blurted out, practically shaking at the excitement of no more secrecy. 

“i see! thank you, junnie! i love it. here, you open one of mine ne-“

“no! you go, go go go!”

you chuckled, grabbing the giant, blanket covered one and shoving it off. 

a second before you could process what it was, yeonjun shouted again.

“it’s an easel!” 

you began laughing at his absurdness. “wow yeonjun! thank you so much! this is so thoughtful. should i open this now?”

he beamed, momentarily trying to contain his excitement by biting his lip, and nodded.

you peeled the wrapping off extra slow, watching him get more squirmish and impatient. 

finally, before taking the last bit of wrapping paper off, you paused. you leaned back, looking at your excited boyfriend.

“go on,” you softly commanded.

“it’s a pack of canvases! i did a lot of research, made sure i got the very best…” he rambled, going on about reviews and critics whilst you gazed at him. once you had finished exchanging gifts, yeonjun quite literally collapsed on the couch, letting out a relieved sigh.

“i hate secrets.”

you chuckled. “at least i know you could never cheat.”

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isn’t you - t.chalamet

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requested: y — “timmy Is with Kylie but fall in love with co-star!Reader.”

pairing: Timothee chalamet x costar!reader

warnings: writers strike is not existent in this fic + angst

a/n: this is for my Timmy girlies 🥲 I know we are hurting out there rn…

it was a low key relationship— at least according to him, until this weeks US open and he’d hit the front covers making out with his new girlfriend.

you’d never grown close to timothee chalamet, not with his good looks and charming humor did you allow yourself to grow attached to a man who wasn’t available. sure, you could be friends, men and women are friends all the time, but there was something else about Timothee that just made it impossible to be friends with him.

“so tell me,” the reporter starts, her eyes dazzling with excitement as she scans both of your faces for the same energy, but you lack it. no amount of caffeine and self preparation could make you happy to sit beside the world renowned actor, Timothee chalamet, “have you guys gotten close throughout filming? I mean, it’s been almost year you have to be best friends by now, right?”

it’s Timothee who laughs, he does his typical adjustment in his seat, leaning forward he begins to speak, “I mean we’ve gotten close, I’ve begun to pick up the little things she does.”

the reporters eyes grow wide, she’s begging for me, “like what?” she asks, and you cock your head to the side to get a good view of his side profile.

he chews the inside of his cheek when he’s slightly nervous, you’ve noticed this before, he fidgets with his rings too, and finally he opens his mouth, “I don’t know, I can’t think of anything right now.”

“you have to have something in mind.” you finally say, a rush of blood flows to your cheeks as you and the reporter wait for what feels to be like minutes, but really is seconds, before he finally comes up with something, “how you set out coffee for me every morning. you never get it right, but it’s still a nice gesture.”

the reporter presses her hand to her heart, “y/n, do you have anything that Timothee does that helped you grow close to him?”

where do you begin? his laugh, his smile, his jokes, his voice, his charm. you could go on and on, but you can’t pick those. not without making it so obvious you were in love with him, so you’ll result to something less awkward.

“his jokes, that reeled me in for sure.”

—

the interviews are done. it’s the press conferences and red carpet debuts are all that are left. Timothee is known for always having a hand around his female co-stars waists, or even just being close to them, which will make things ten times harder to resist him.

the tiny black midi dress shows your curves and all other assists to your physical beauty. standing in front of the cameras, you smile and pose. it’s not long before you feel a hand against the small of your back and the scent of his cologne.

“you look,” he pauses for a second, moving his body in front of yours, so it’s just you two, his eyes scan you up and down slowly before finally reaching your eyes, “beautiful.” he exhales the words, it’s almost faint against his lips but you hear him.

suddenly, he’s moved back beside you exposing you back to the bright flashes of the cameras and you’re trying your best to pull away from him, but he’s like a flame and you’re the moth. he finds his way to pull you closer to him, and without even knowing it he’s falling. he’s slowly, but surely, falling deeper into a feeling he thought he’d felt for another woman, but it wasn’t until you showed up tonight.

“you’ll be the death of me.” he mutters silently to himself before moving along the carpet by himself now. he takes a quick chance to look back at you, you’re smiling and posing with another male costar who’s perfectly cozy beside you, and that’s all the reasons for him to turn around and join you on the other side. what was he jealous of? you were single for all he knew, he was the one who shouldn’t be running back to smile beside you.

“it’s hard to resist you.” he admits, he turns his body away from the cameras slightly angled towards you.

your eyes flicker up into his, beautiful big and round, your pupils are dilated at just the very look of him, “what do you mean?” your lips attempt to curve into a frown, but you force the resistance and keep them poised into a smile trying not to let the emotions get to you.

“I mean,” he pauses, his head tilts down closer to your ear. you can feel his warm minty breath run down your neck, “I can’t have you, but I want you. you make my life a living hell.”

“dido.” you reply. finally moving from his grasp, turning your body you face the cameras and walk down the carpet until you’re at the end. he’s feet away from you, chatting with another costar, but his eyes don’t leave you. you can feel them scanning every part of your body as you move around to the sound of people cheering your name.

he fights every instinct to touch you, to kiss you like he did on screen, or pull you into him. he stands beside you angry, mad at himself, for falling too soon for another woman that wasn’t you.

[vminizzle]

Thigh riding

Pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x f.reader

Genre : suggestive!! ( fluffy tones? )

Warnings: nicknames, marking, dry humping , no actual sex that’s it.

words count : 1k

A/N : hello everyone, i wanna thank you guys for the attention you gave to my first writing :) it means a lot to me. Well, I don’t know what it is but here’s my first fic of JK. I know it’s a mess but yea. A reminder that english is not my first language so please don’t mind the mistakes. Enjoy :)

FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOMED ♡

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You were sitting on your boyfriend’s lap with your arms wrapped around him as you placed small kisses on his neck, hugging him , inhaling the smell of his strong cologne with every breath. You loved doing this, being home alone, enjoying your alone time together, the warmth of your bodies making you feel loved and secured, but today was different, you felt a bit different, you’ve got other things in mind.

You read something recently, and you’ve been craving about trying it with him. You were thinking on how to bring the topic with him without embarrassing yourself. Even if you were dating for a long time now, you were still shy around Jungkook. Of course you guys have good - well let’s say great ‘intimate’ times together, but you were still a little nervous when it came to telling him your sexual needs. You were so timid and you could already feel your cheeks burning.

He was running his fingers through your hair and caressing your sides when he suddenly talk pushing you out of your thoughts "you okay, princess?”

“yea yea, why?” you asked raising your head from his shoulder.

“yea yea, why?” you asked raising your head from his shoulder.

“you stopped kissing me" he pouted playfully. ‘‘plus, you’ve been a bit tense for the past minutes, so i thought something was wrong’’

“oh, sorry” you said with a little smile before sitting next to him.

Jungkook looked at you waiting for you to say something. Noticing how you played with your fingers, he knew you act like that when you wanted to say something you were unsure about or when you were really nervous.

"what’s the matter ? Tell me" he lifted your face gently.

"it’s nothing" you smiled nervously. Jungkook stared at you for a good minute making your gulp. "y/n" he started before cupping your cheeks "you know you can tell me everything".

"i know" you whined "so shoot" he nodded encouraging you.

"i don’t know if I should" you looked down making him tsk "c’mon" he whined this time.

You took a deep breath before spilling it out. ‘‘canIrideyourthigh?’’

He looked at you confused, eyebrows knitted "pardon?" he wasn’t sure about what you said and wanted to check if he heard you correctly .

"tell me again baby, i didn’t understand" he smirked.

You closed your eyes before finding the courage to speak again.

“Can I r-ride your thigh?” you finally asked properly, avoiding his eyes. You could feel your body heating up.

“So you’re ditching my dick for my thighs now?” he laughed teasingly.

Feeling too embarrassed, you covered your face with your hands "I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked. It’s a bad idea anyways" you muttered.

Jungkook widened the space between his legs, allowing you to straddle his thigh. “go ahead” he smirked patting his muscular thigh as he moved your hands away from your red face.

You looked at him hesitantly as he bite his bottom lip expectantly. You decided to do it, trying to ignore your shyness. Jungkook helped you pulling your skirt above your waist as you positioned yourself on his right thigh, you felt the rough fabric of his jeans against your womanhood making you whimper. Your head was already spinning. Holding onto his broad shoulders for support, you began grinding on him. Rolling your hips slowly and carefully. You didn’t really know how to do it, it was all new to you . So you did your best, trying to look like you were confident, not wanting to show him how unsure you were.

"c’mon baby" Jungkook groaned, the view of you pleasuring yourself on his thigh making him excited.

The little noises you made as the friction stimulated your clit through your panties went straight to his dick, blood rushing down there. “fuck” he groaned his cock hardening.

"you’re so hot" he let his head fell back.

He gripped your hips, pulling you harder on him. “does it feel good, baby?”

He moaned as your knee brushed against his bulge.

“y-yes” you leaned in, pressing your forehead against his "feels so good"

“gosh, you look so pretty fucking yourself on my thigh like this" he sucked on your jawline, grazing his teeth against it.

Flexing his muscle, he began bouncing his leg “ah fuck yes Jungkook!” you moaned, lost in pleasure.

“you love that huh? You love riding my thigh like that, don’t you baby?” You nodded, letting your head fall on his shoulder.

“Then say it. Let me hear you” his gaze darkening "tell me how much you love it"

“f-fuck I-" you felt your orgasm approaching, the knot in your stomach tightening . Shutting your eyes tightly “yes.. I love riding your thigh” you whispered breathless.

“now be a good girl and cum for me. Hm? Make a mess on my thigh princess” he started to kiss all along your neck, sucking on your soft flesh until it turned purple.

You continued to grind against him, picking up the pace “ah yes yes oh my- fuck! Jungkook!’’

He admired your face, the way your eyes were shut tightly, the way your eyebrows were furrowed, your mouth ajar. He listened to every sounds of pleasure you were making trying to memorize them so he could think about them later when you’ll be gone. The hickeys decorating the smooth skin of your neck making him go insane. You were too beautiful like that.

"I’m close" you whimpered as you felt your climax coming. "Cum for me" Jungkook whispered against your lips as one of his hand caressed your side. You moved your hips faster, rubbing yourself harder on him.

You moaned his name loudly as you came into your panties, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“good job, my love”

"you did great" he said before leaving a loving kiss on your cheek.

You fell onto his chest as you came down from your high. He rubbed your lower back , kissing your temple. "Is this one of your kinks? Because damn … that was hot" he said smirking at your tired form in his arms.

"shut up" you slapped the back of his head playfully making him laugh. "I love you" he pecked your shoulder "I love you too idiot".

—

A/N:

Please I know I’m weird af but damn Jungkook’s thighs are so ughh, so muscular and all, i just want to lay and bite on them 💀 sorry. Well, I had to write something about them ahah ,, this fic was actually something I had written a long time ago, i just added and deleted some parts and all but yea. Thank you for reading, I hope you guys liked it :) have a nice weekend everyone.

[shiftingparadise]

Hi! Love your work. I was wondering if you could write a gojoxreader fanfic where it starts off with angst and ends with fluff. Reader and gojo get in a big fight and reader storms out of their shared house late at night. Gojo was still angry so he let her be until some time had passed and reader still didnt return. He tries calling reader but finds she left her keys, wallet and phone at home so he gets really worried and tries looking all over for her. In his search, he thinks of all the places where she could be and eventually finds reader at the spot where they first kissed or where they first said their “i love yous”

Thanks for your request. I loved, loved, loved writing this. I hope you like it 🥰. If you have any other ideas, feel free to ask. My creativity is at an all-time low 😭🤍

Word count: 1485

Warnings: none

“You can’t keep on doing this”, your eyes glossy, “You can’t keep hurting me like this”. “Are we seriously going to do this again?”, he raised his hands in frustration. “What? Am I not allowed to say something about it?”, your eyes widened in disbelief. “She’s just a colleague. How many times do I have to tell you?”.

Satoru normally never raised his voice at you, he’d never look this upset, but somehow the name ‘Utahime’ always set him off.

“I’ve known her since I was just a kid. What do you expect me to do? Ignore her? Stop doing my job every time we need to work together because you’re insecure?!”. “Insecure?”, you chuckle, “That’s not what this is about”. “Oh, it is”, he raised his voice even more, “It’s fucking pathetic how insecure you are, you know that? If I had known you’d be such a pain-“. “Really?”, a tear now streaming down your cheek, “What? You’d what?”.

A glimpse of compassion could be seen in his eyes, but it wasn’t enough to stop this argument. Since he got sent on a mission with Utahime a couple of days ago, the tension between the two of you was unbearable. And why shouldn’t it? He always had to work together with Utahime, even though there were plenty of other options. What about Nanami? Or Atsuya? Even Shoko would be fine, but why her? Always her.

“Fuck Y/N”, Satoru sighed before sitting down on the couch, “It’s 1AM, I’ve just got home… I’m tired too, you know?”. “Tired?”, you chuckled, “From what? Hanging out with Utahime? Having dinner together? Wow, must be tiring”. “Yeah, that’s all I do”, he angrily stood up again, “It’s not like I put my life on the line or anything just to save others”.

He was now standing in front of you, towering over you like a hawk. A sharp pain of guilt shot through your chest. You knew he had a dangerous job, and even though he was strong, there was never any guarantee that he’d return home.

“You know what? At least Utahime understands me”, his tone harsh as he turned back around.

Fire. That’s all you could feel in your chest. Whatever guilt you felt was completely gone now.

“Fine!”, you angrily grabbed your coat, “You should ask her to live with you because I’m leaving. You’re such an arrogant asshole!”.

You didn’t care about your voice cracking, or about not knowing where to go. You were done with him.

“Where the hell are you going?!”, his head darted over his shoulder, “Wait a minute!-“, he made his way to the door. “Don’t you dare touch me! Go talk to your precious Utahime”, you slammed the door shut behind you.

You often found yourself wishing he’d stop you from leaving during an argument, but not this time. The words that he had spat out like venom were too much for your heart to take.

“Fuck!”, Satoru let out a frustrated curse before he headed to the bathroom. He didn’t know what to do or how to feel. “She’ll be back soon”, he muttered the words to himself.

But you weren’t back soon. After an hour or so, he decided to call you.

“Huh?”, his plump lips parted as he heard the familiar ringtone. “She’s got to be kidding me”, he walked to the kitchen where your phone, your keys and your wallet seemed to be. “Great, she’s out at 2 AM without her phone or her wallet”, his voice mixed with concern and agitation. “And then she gets angry when I tell her she’s a pain in the ass”, he angrily grabbed his keys before heading toward his car.

Satoru searched for over an hour. He called every hotel, went to every gas station, every spot where you could be right now. He even called your parents to see if you were there.

“Fuck fuck fuck”, his hands tightened around his steering wheel, “Where the hell is she?”.

He didn’t care about the fight anymore. He just wanted to see you, to hold you and make sure you never leave him like that again.

“Maybe…”, he looked out the window, “I don’t think she’ll be there though”.

He was talking to himself like a madman, but he had to do so to keep his mind from spinning off to the worst-case scenarios.

“It’s worth a try”, he softly spoke before turning his car around.

It was a 10-minute drive, but his heart felt so tired. He’d been killing curses for the last couple of nights, and he desperately could use some sleep. Not to mention how much stress he was under right now. What if a man had gotten to you? That would be far worse than any curse out there. How could you be so foolish? How could you do this to him? Did you really not know how much he loved you?

“Thank God”, he let out a sigh of relief as he saw your silhouette sitting on the grass, “I’m going to put a chip in her. This is the first and last time she’s doing this to me”.

He wasn’t angry, but a hint of disappointment could be heard in his footsteps. He was worried sick, and you were sitting in a park in the middle of the night. Did he seriously have to tell you how dangerous that was? Especially without a phone or anything else.

“You idiot”, he spoke loud enough for you to hear.

“H-huh?”, his voice startled you as you looked behind you. You could see him standing a couple of feet away from you.

“What if a guy saw you like this? What if he took you? What if he-“, Satoru clenched his jaw at the thought. “I’d never forgive myself”. “Thought you only worried about Utahime. Since she understands you-“. “Are you seriously still worried about that?”, he sat down beside you.

Yes. And no. You knew Satoru loved you, more than anyone or anything, but he barely gave you confirmation. Sure, he was kind, and he did everything in his power to give you a comfortable life, but it’d be nice to hear him say he loved you more often.

“How’d you know I’d be here?”, you tucked your knees to your chest. “You don’t think I know my girl?”, he chuckled as he leaned back, his eyes studying the sky.

You couldn’t help but blush at his words, a small smile on your face. And it didn’t go unnoticed.

 “Aw, is my girl blushing already?”, he playfully pulled you closer. “Satoru-“, you let out a sigh. “I know, I know”, he loosened his grip, “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll speak to those old bastards, tell them that I don’t want to be paired up with her again”. “A-are you serious?”, your eyes widened as you now looked up at him. “Sure”, he gently placed his thumb under your chin, “Anything for my girl”.

You practically jumped on him after he spoke those words.

“I love you”, you were sitting on his lap, eyes locked on his. “I -I love you too”, the words came out a bit awkward and not as fluent as you’d like.

Satoru noticed the disappointment in your eyes.

“H-hey, it’s still as awkward for me as the first time”, he gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, “You remember that, don’t you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have come here”.

His smile always seemed to lighten your mood.

“I do”, you chuckled. “Was it here? Underneath this tree?”, Satoru pretended not to know. “You know it was!”, you playfully smacked his shoulder. “We argued, just like this”, a sudden harshness in his voice, “I thought you were done with me-“. “I was”, you pouted. “I know”, a low chuckle before he pulled you closer on his lap, “I promised you’d be the only girl in my life, didn’t I?”. “I-I guess”, you looked to the side, only for Satoru to turn your gaze back to him. “I told you I loved you, despite my fear of getting close to someone. Why’d you think I’d throw this, us, away for a girl like Utahime?”. “She’s not just a girl”, your brows pulled together. “She’s a friend, nothing more. You can’t expect me to ignore her when I’ve known her since I was 17… But”, he continued after he saw your disapproving glance, “I’ll promise to try and join others on missions. I guess those old folks have been putting us two together quite often”. You nodded as your hands gently stroked the back of his neck. “Only if you promise not to pull something like this again”, he gently pushed you off him before standing up, “, I was worried sick”. “I-I promise”, you grabbed the hand that was reaching for you. “Come here, crazy”, Gojo easily picked you up, “We’re going home”.

[skulla-rxcks]

we met on the rooftops.

Paring: simon henriksson x fem reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: SA, S0mnophilla, s3lf harm & su1cide mention.

You meet Simon right after Sophie’s death and stick together in this horrifying world, later that night his lust takes over and does something that he’ll regret.

“Hey. Are you okay?” I call out, seeing a clearly ‘disturbed individual’. “I..she just..” he struggles to get his words out as he looks down from the rooftop we both are on.

I walk closer to him, taking in his rushed and beaten up appearance. “My friend she just.. jumped.” He mutters, his expression cold, frozen almost. Clearly trying to take in what just happened.

“you mean she just, killed herself? Did she say any reasonings?” I ask. He shakes his head in response; “not really.”

I help him up, holding his hand, beginning to walk down from the roof with him. “do you.. do you see them too? My friend she.. didn’t. I feel like I’m going insane.” His grip on my hand tightens. “You mean the monsters..?” I question, receiving a nod from him. “Yeah, the monsters, whatever the fuck they are.. I thought I was going crazy but thank god you see them too.”

We make our way down and decide to go and rest in an old abandoned apartment, due to the coldness outside getting more chilling by the second.

“when do you think this will end..?” the man murmurs. “I’m not sure. there has to be some way” I sigh, digging through all of the drawers and cabinets trying to find something to snack on, or at least some supplies to keep us going for the meantime.

“I didn’t catch your name by the way.” I say, taking out some instant noodles I found in one of the draws. “simon.” he responds, laying down on the bed.

“I found some noodles can you look around for a kettle?”

“alright” Simon groans as he gets up, Cleary not in the mood for looking around, just wanting to sleep. “found it.” He brings it over to me after filling it up with water. I plug the kettle in and turn on the switch, waiting for the water to boil. Once it does I pour some of the contents into a bowl, placing it next to Simon who is now lying on the bed, having taken off his hoodie to allow himself to relax.

He starts eating his noodles while staring into nothing and I sit back, leaning against the wall behind me. “you said you saw the monsters before.. did you ever try to kill yourself?” He asks once he swallows his food.

I don’t even think about it before responding.

“why does that matter?”

“I’ve only seen like 2 people.. and they, they only see stuff if they’ve tried it seems.. I don’t know.” Simon mumbles, stuffing his mouth with food, he probably hasn’t eaten in weeks.

“well yeah I have.. if that answers your question.” my gaze turns to his wrists, he’s scratching at what seems like self inflicted wounds, I decide not to say anything. “I’m gonna see if the shower works.” He tells me, before heading into the bathroom.

After eating I decide to go to sleep, knowing Simon will join me shortly after.

he finishes washing himself, whimpering slightly as the hot water makes contact with the cuts on his wrists and thighs. he dries himself off and gets changed before coming out of the bathroom. I’m already sound asleep already, so quickly somehow.

he lays down next to me, pulling the sheets over the both of us, he can’t help but stare at my pale thighs on show under my skirt as he moves the blanket slightly. “fuck.” he grunts as he feels a familiar tent in his pants forming, a tent that he hasn’t felt in what feels like forever, it feels like it’s been ages since he’s let alone touched himself, or, touched someone else.

“I shouldn’t.. not now but, fucking hell..” he mutters, gently taking his dick out of his boxers. he begins to stroke himself soft but roughly, watching as his precum leaks out of the tip of his cock. “I’m so sorry. I.. I need to..” he apologises repeatedly and pulls my skirt and panties down in one tug, I’m not aware that any of this is happening. Simon positions himself at my opening and pushes inside of me with one painful thrust.

He lets out a handful of moans as he feels the tightness of my cunt around him. “shit..” Simon starts thrusting hard inside of me, groaning as he gets closer and closer to his release. “need to.. feel all of you..” his hands slide up my shirt and massage my breasts, squeezing them roughly as he fucks me in my sleep.

I squirm slightly in my sleep causing Simon to cuss at himself. “no don’t wake up fuck.. no.. not. now.. not while I’m..”

“S-Simon.. what are you… mmgh!!” my words are cut off as he wraps one of his hands around my neck and squeezes it gently, bring his face into mine and kissing me roughly while continuing to force his cock inside of me. “I’m sorry.. I’m so Fucking sorry..” he repeats, but this time against my lips. “Mmfh.. Simon.. why… why are you.. ahh..” I moan, trying to get my words out but they’re replaced with whimpers as he continues the assault inside of my cunt.

“I’m so, so Sorry...” he says again and again, his breathing uneven and his voice raspy from crying. It takes everything I have left to not let the tears fall and give in to my own pleasure.

“d-dont cry just… ow.. it hurts. Simon s-slow down!!” I beg, trying to get him off me in the kindest way possible, But he doesn’t listen. “shut up! just let me fuck you.. I need this..” he scolds me, his grip on my throat getting tighter and tighter, making me squirm underneath him. “I.. I can’t breathe, SIMON!!” I yell out, ripping off his hand from my neck and gasping for air, but he still fucks me.

“you’re hurting me..”

“just be quiet and let me have this..Please.” he cries, tears dripping down onto my neck. “just let me use you.” I nod, knowing that either way he’s going to continue. His thrusts get faster and rougher, causing me to bleed occasionally every time he hits my cervix. “Ow..”. “S-Stop whining!” he threatens, pounding me harder and harder.

“i.. I..”

“Shut Up and Let ME FUCK YOU!” he yells, tears forming and spilling down his face.

I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood, trying my best not to let out any sounds so he doesn’t make it more painful for me.

Tears also stream down my face uncontrollably, as the pain in my chest intensifies and my vision goes blurry.

I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for it to end, but it never does.

With one final thrust he cums inside of me, filling me with his warm seed. “I’m sorry.. I’m so fucking sorry I.. I didn’t mean to go this far I just..” he pulls out, mumbling his words against my shoulder, he hugs me tightly and keeps apologising to me. “why.. why did you do this to me.”

“it’s been so long since I’ve.. you know. please look at me.. are you mad at me? please don’t go.. im sorry im really sorry..”

“Simon.” I sigh.

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ft. doppio dropscythe x gn! reader — xsoleil, nijisanji en

╰₊✧patching up his injuries after a fight┊0.6k words

contains: mentions of fights & depictions of wounds

➤ author's note: that ver fic i promised is burning me out sm right now, i might have to put it on pause until after kinktober and it isn’t even that long?? anyways, here’s some doppio until then

“it’s now been zero days since you started shit,” you muttered, not surprised but still  disappointed about him breaking his week-and-a-half streak, applying disinfectant to the open gashes before pressing clean gauze into them and using band-aids to fasten them into place. “ver is going to give you an earful when he finds out, you can’t be breaking the rules now that you’re an enforcer.”

he doesn’t even hiss at the pain like he used to, so accustomed to the painful sensation that it feels more numb than anything. “don’t worry, ver doesn’t need to know! we could tell him that i fell down the stairs or something!”

“that only explains the bruises on your face,” you chuckle. he was cheerful as always, knowing that he did indeed win the fight even though it was three to one. “not the ones on your hands, they clearly have thrown a few punches.”

the student council president received a decent amount of flack for allowing a delinquent into the ranks, mainly from teachers who saw him as a good-for-nothing troublemaker, but he trusted doppio to behave himself and use his abilities for the right reasons.

“what were you guys fighting over anyway? it might have been something pretty important for you to throw yourself into it and break the other guy’s nose.”

he pursed his lips together, trying to decide if he should admit that he heard them saying some unsavory things about you and simply couldn’t keep his anger to himself. would you scold him for being a hot-headed idiot for putting himself at risk or praise him for coming in your defense? would you even care at all? he never was the best at reading people, it’s impossible to decipher what you were thinking right now. at least he knows that when he explains himself to ver, he will understand and let him off with a warning, but not without some teasing.

“well, you know,” he wiped away a faint trickle of blood coming from his nose, plastering a cocky smile across his face. “as the duke of discipline, it’s part of my job to enforce the rules by any means necessary!” it’s not entirely a lie, he’s sure that not saying inappropriate things on school grounds is listed somewhere in the handbook…

his eyes wandered down to where you held his hands, soft and gentle to the touch as you nimbly began to wrap bandages around the bloody knuckles of his calloused hands. heat crept up to his face under his skin, only now noticing that the reason you always had a first-aid kit around in your bag was specifically to care for him. there were very few others who would be willing to carry around extra weight on their shoulders daily just to have the ability to care for him at a moment’s notice, but you did it without a single word of complaint.

you gave him a doubtful look but chose not to press the matter anymore, much to his relief. shutting the plastic box with a snap and slipping it into your pack, you replaced your gaze with a sweet smile, “do you wanna skip class and go check out that new cafe?”

“i thought you said i ‘shouldn’t be breaking rules now that i’m an enforcer?’” he was only joking, but he really hoped deep down that you weren’t going to back out of it because he really wanted to spend more time with you.

“‘don’t worry, ver doesn’t need to know! we could tell him that…’” you hummed to yourself, “well, i don’t know what we’ll tell him, but you’re pretty good at coming up with excuses! so are you coming with me, or not?”

“of course, i’m coming with you! there’s nothing better than cupcakes after winning a fight!”

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ruffians, and so on

“Oh,” Harry said, again, and then, “oh. It’s a—”

Tiny, fluffy thing in Malfoy’s arms. It hissed when Harry came closer to inspect, and Malfoy grinned like it was the cleverest creature in the world. He muttered a sorry that he evidently didn’t mean, stuffing his smiling face into the fluffy bundle.

“She’s quite possessive,” his voice came out muffled. Harry didn’t growl, but it was a near thing.

“Yeah? Well,” swallowing the silly rant about being possessive and teach it a thing or two, about how Malfoy was his first and only then this little—little—kitten’s. “She’s a cat,” he spat eventually.

“Very astute,” Malfoy laughed, that crackly sound that still made Harry’s chest go all, all, fizzy and warm like bad lemonade. “I can see why you never became an Auror after all.”

“Hmm?” already lost his concentration. The white little thing was climbing up Malfoy’s chest, wrapping itself around his neck and Harry, er, wanted, erm, far better control than what he currently—that was his spot, and she had to go. “She has to go,” he said, stupidly.

“What?”

Harry blinked. “I mean,” but he had no idea what he meant. “Shouldn’t you take her to a, dunno, vet or something?”

“Darling,” still laughing, but he sent a hand out for Harry to grab, only a little hysterically. “Come here.”

As if he were pulled by a spell, a string, already breathless and taking in tiny little pants of Malfoy’s appley scent. Malfoy brought Harry’s hand to his lips, gave it a kiss. Then, with a mischievous eyebrow, lowered it to the lump of fur clinging to him.

“See? She’s entirely sweet,” as Harry’s hand trembled, still too scared to—“Go on. It’s fine.”

With only half a growl, Harry nodded, closed his eyes. The little kitten was… soft, and strangely warm. Like this, Malfoy was very close too, and Harry could put his head on his shoulder and—oh, there she was again. Nose to nose, she really was quite… sweet.

“Hello,” Harry whispered. The kitten gave him a green-eyed stare.

“What do you think we should call her?” Malfoy’s voice was so gentle.

“I—I don’t know.” Felt like a big responsibility, and also too soft, and Harry pulled himself back up and tried for a step back, only to be taken by the hips. One of Malfoy’s hands found the back of his head.

His eyes were grey as always, and just as fond. “It’s all right,” he said. “I know you’re not exactly mister creativity here. As far as I can recall, you never even named your broom.”

“Didn’t know you were meant to,” Harry grumbled. “Besides, I don’t think Icarus was such a good name.”

“I was being ironic,” Malfoy rolled his eyes, pouted a bit in the way that always made Harry kiss him.

“Well, you’re not naming the cat.” Sticking his tongue out, only a little melted.

“Because I’m sure you’ll find something very original.”

“Hey, Hedwig was a good name!”

“I was referring,” Malfoy tilted his head the tiniest bit closer, “to a certain teenage organisation you led. Never mind. If you want to name the cat, I’ll entrust this very important mission to you. Provided I receive my fair payment.”

Grinning, helpless, “Yeah? What’s that, exactly?”

“I believe a kiss is in order?”

Oh, Harry’s been dying for one for far too long to object. Leaning in that infinitesimal amount of space separating them, taking that deep, sweet breath, his lips already touching Malfoy’s when—

“OW!” Malfoy tore back, eyes huge and incredulous. “What in Merlin’s fuck, little cat? Why the claws?”

His frustration allowed Harry’s belly to calm, allowed him to actually laugh. “You said it yourself,” with a cheeky pinch of Malfoy’s nose. “She’s a possessive little bugger.”

“Very poor form,” Malfoy wasn’t paying attention to him, eyes only for the kitten now, and his voice infuriatingly gentling. Harry, with a huff, found himself still smiling.

“I guess I can understand. I wouldn’t let anyone else kiss you if I were hanging on your neck.”

“Yes, my point exactly. I’d expect such crass behaviour from him, but we are Malfoys, young lady! I’d appreciate it if you showed proper decorum to the high standard expected of you.” With a blink, looking at the ball of fluff currently yawning in his hands, “Or—well, or not. I suppose you can do as you wish, damn you.” Looking up at Harry: “Potter, I think I might spoil our cat rotten.”

Harry wasn’t jealous. “Yeah,” he managed, stiffly, “yeah, I reckon you will.”

“Don’t give me that look. As though I don’t have every intention of spoiling you rotten too.”

“Oh,” Harry said. His mouth was twitching.

“Oh,” Malfoy mocked, “oh, he says, like I hadn’t made it perfectly clear. Truly, I am surrounded by a troop of ridiculous ruffians and—yes, you included, little cat. Don’t think I forgot. And just because you have the most adorable little beans does not mean—what’s the point. It absolutely does mean it.” Turning back to Harry, “Well? Are you coming?”

“Hmm? Coming where?”

“To get dinner? Harry? You did hear me, right? You weren’t just staring at the cat the whole time.”

Flushing, “Of course not.”

“Right,” Malfoy’s eyebrow quirked.

“Right.”

The cat made a tiny sound, not a meow. It’ll get the hang of it soon.

(For flufftober day 28. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

[kikyoupdates]

Leave Your Mark ⭑˚🧪⭑ 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦

bnha x f!reader

reverse harem, isekai, my hero academia x fem!reader, slowburn

You didn’t accomplish anything in your previous life. Looking back on it, you feel nothing but regret, and you yearn for the chance to do things differently. As it turns out, your wish is answered, and you are reborn into your favorite fictional world. This time, you resolve to make a change, and you have the means to do it. You won’t be content with just sitting on the sidelines and letting life pass you by. You will live boldly and vibrantly, as if every moment is your last. No matter what it takes, you are going to leave your mark.

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“Kai, do you want to eat lunch together?”  

It comes as no surprise, but Chisaki responds by scrunching up his nose.  

“Go away,” he sighs. “I don’t have time for stupid little kids.”  

He barely even spares you a glance before burying his nose in the book he’s been reading. You’ve come to discover that he is nine years old, seven years older than you, but that being said, he’s still a kid himself. You find it funny that he’s acting as if he’s a full-grown adult, when in fact, you’ve lived for longer than he has.  

But for all his hasty reprimands and how eager he is to get rid of you, still you remain undeterred. You’ve decided that you want to change his life for the better. To ensure that he won’t become a villain and go on to hurt countless people—including a helpless little girl.  

So, you plop down next to him, still smiling brightly, then unwrap the sandwich one of the caregivers handed you earlier. Admittedly, it doesn’t smell great, and it’s warm, for some reason, but considering how much of a dump this place is, you know it’s the best you’re going to get.  

You bite into your sandwich and make a face. “This tastes a little funny.”  

“Stupid kid,” Chisaki mutters, shuffling away from you. “The meat is probably on the verge of spoiling. You’re going to get sick, and then you’re going to get me sick. Ugh.”  

There’s not really much you can do about your limited dining options here, and you just hope that you won’t end up with food poisoning.  

“The beginner’s guide to human anatomy,” you mumble, reciting the title of the book Chisaki has in hand. This seems to catch his attention, and he stops reading to peer over at you with arched brows. 

“You know how to read?” he blinks. “But you’re only two.”  

Oh. Right. I’m supposed to be a toddler.  

Up until now, everyone at the orphanage just assumed you were flipping through books for the hell of it, but you’ve nearly just given yourself away. 

“I’m smart for my age,” you decide upon, making sure not to oversell it. “Does that book have nice pictures to look at?” 

Chisaki shrugs. “I guess. Mostly just diagrams and stuff. Nothing a little brat like you would understand.” 

He’s challenging you, or at the very least mocking you, and even though you shouldn’t let his words get under your skin, you suddenly feel the need to prove yourself.  

“I bet I’ll be able to understand,” you insist, then snatch the book right out of his fingers.  

“Give that back,” he grimaces. “You’re so annoying. This is why I hate kids.”  

Once again—he’s also a kid, although you certainly wouldn’t know it at first glance, based on his pretentious attitude and the complicated books he’s already reading.  

You trace your finger over one of the pages. “The aorta is the largest artery of the body, and it carries blood from the heart to the rest of the circulatory system. Blood first leaves the aortic valve, then it travels through the aorta, allowing other major arteries to deliver oxygen-rich blood to the brain, muscles, and various other cells.” 

By the time you’re finished, Chisaki’s jaw is hanging open. 

Crap. You probably could’ve afforded to hold back a bit.  

“Told you I’m smart for my age,” you say, then gently place the book back in his hands. Well, it must come as a shock to him, since you appear as a toddler, but you’re actually a teenager mentally speaking. Being able to read is hardly that impressive. What’s actually impressive is that he’s reading complicated stuff like this, despite only being nine years old.  

But you decide to savor your little victory nonetheless.  

“Huh,” is all Chisaki can think to respond. He studies you for a few moments, lips coming together in a thin line. It’s clear that he doesn’t quite know what to make of you, but perhaps that’s for the better. It means that he’ll develop an interest in you and want to keep you close, right?  

Hardly five seconds later, he shoos you away.  

“Leave,” he demands. “Your sandwich stinks. Stop hanging near me.”  

It seems like you’ve got your work cut out for you. And there really must have been something wrong with that sandwich, because later that same day, you end up vomiting onto the carpet.  

Chisaki makes no attempt to hide his disgust.

You’re not sure exactly how much time has passed since you first met Chisaki, but progress is slow. And when you say slow, you mean horribly and inconceivably slow.  

You knew as much while following the plot of My Hero Academia, but damn, Chisaki really isn’t fond of other people.  

“Go away,” he sneers.  

“You’re annoying and dirty,” he remarks on another occasion. 

Sometimes—if you’re lucky—he’ll spend more than five seconds talking to you, but it’s usually only when he’s stringing together a more complicated insult.  

“I want you to leave me alone, and if you don’t leave me alone, I’m going to tie you to a tree outside and leave you there.” 

 Since he’s only nine years old and has yet to hurt a soul, you aren’t terribly intimidated. Plus, there are way too many eyewitnesses at the orphanage for him to get away with such a thing. 

“Pfft,” you brush off. “You wouldn’t do that to me.”  

He does, in fact, tie you to a tree—and on more than one occasion.  

Oh, well. You assumed going into this that it wouldn’t be an easy endeavor. Chisaki clearly hasn’t yet understood that, like it or not, you’re here to stay.  

It’s a day like any other, and you’re in the midst of recovering from yet another spoiled-food-induced tummy ache, when out of nowhere, Chisaki decides to walk out of the orphanage. Sometimes kids play outside. That is, after all, where he tied you to all of those trees.  

But Chisaki isn’t one for playing games to begin with, and today, he seems to have made up his mind about something.  

He leaves the orphanage without looking back.  

Naturally, you follow him, as fast as your tiny legs will allow you to. It will take a while for the caregivers to realize you’ve both gone missing. Negligent supervision seems to be the recurring trend around here. Really, it’s a miracle that the rest of the kids are even still alive.

“Where are you going?” you ask, stumbling to keep up with him. Goddammit. This tiny body of yours is so frustrating. You’re used to being in full control of your limbs, and being able to walk faster than what feels like a solid ten meters per hour. 

Chisaki doesn’t so much as glance at you. “That place is filthy,” he mutters. “I couldn’t stand it anymore. Not that it matters anyways. Everywhere is the same. Wherever I go, people will just keep disappointing me.”  

You realize that you don’t know much about Chisaki’s backstory. All you know is that at some point in his childhood, he was taken in by a kind-hearted yakuza man, but apart from that, the details are left rather vague.  

Where are his parents? How long ago did they abandon him? Just how many years has he spent on his own, without knowing what it feels like to be loved and cared for?  

He probably won’t tell you even if you ask, but your heart aches for him regardless.  

“It’s going to be okay,” you tell him. Perhaps it sounds like you’re just talking out of your ass, and you doubt it helps to reassure him much, but he spares a glance at you anyways.  

He presses his lips together. “You’re just a little kid. Go back to that stinky place. It’s better than sticking with me. I can’t take care of you.”  

“We can take care of each other,” you offer.  

Chisaki shakes his head in dismay, but surprisingly, he’s not telling you to leave, so you muster up a smile and follow him. Follow him where exactly, you have no clue, but you’ve already made up your mind to stay with him, no matter what happens.  

And then, for the first time, you find yourself intertwined with the story’s plot.  

“What are you children doing all the way out here?”  

The voice catches you off-guard, but when you tilt your head to get a better look at who just spoke, your eyes go wider than ever.  

Ah. I know him.  

Of course you do. After all, he’s largely the reason that Chisaki goes on to commit so many crimes. It’s not just his hatred of Quirks and rejection of the so-called ‘Hero Syndrome’, but also because he feels as though he needs to repay the man who took him in, and bring the yakuza back to their former glory.  

This man is Chisaki’s adoptive father, and the boss of the Shie Hassaikai, who is affectionally referred to as Pops. 

Droplets of rain fall upon your cherubic cheeks and roll down your skin. The sky has been looking rather gray and murky for a while, so you’re not surprised that it’s steadily turning into a downpour.  

Pops stares at the both of you and frowns. “It isn’t safe to be out here all alone. Where are your parents? Did you get separated from them?”  

“We don’t have parents,” you blurt out. “We don’t... we don’t have anyone.”  

Instead of responding, Chisaki just nods his head somberly. He’s not a talkative sort to begin with, but right now, it looks like he’s lost for words. You doubt he’s expecting anything. He clearly hasn’t led a particularly happy life until now, and it shows.  

But when Pops pulls out his umbrella and uses it to shelter both of you from the rain, Chisaki’s golden eyes widen ever-so-slightly.

“I see,” Pops hums. He pauses, a slow, gentle smile stretching across his lips. “And what are your names, if you don’t mind me asking?”  

You respond without wasting a beat. “I’m [Name]! And this is my friend—”  

“I’m not your friend.” Chisaki lets out a weary sigh, but when he peers up at Pops, he suddenly looks sheepish, as if he can tell that he’s a man worth respecting. “I’m... Chisaki. Chisaki Kai.”  

Pops seems amused, and despite the rain soaking into his kimono, he holds the umbrella in place, so that neither of you will get wet.  

“Well, then,” he says. “If you’ve got nowhere to go... then how about coming with me?”  

It’s happening. The moment you watched unfold in the anime is actually happening, right before your very eyes.  

The only difference is that, this time, Chisaki isn’t alone.  

You will be with him every step of the way, to guide him towards a brighter future.  

“...okay,” Chisaki says. His voice is hesitant, definitely more uncertain than you’re used to it being, but you can tell that right here and now, he’s decided to give Pops a chance.  

He will be grateful towards this man for the rest of his life, that much you know for a fact.

You’re not sure exactly how much time has passed since you first met Chisaki, but progress is slow. And when you say slow, you mean horribly and inconceivably slow.  

You knew as much while following the plot of My Hero Academia, but damn, Chisaki really isn’t fond of other people.  

“Go away,” he sneers.  

“You’re annoying and dirty,” he remarks on another occasion. 

Sometimes—if you’re lucky—he’ll spend more than five seconds talking to you, but it’s usually only when he’s stringing together a more complicated insult.  

“I want you to leave me alone, and if you don’t leave me alone, I’m going to tie you to a tree outside and leave you there.” 

 Since he’s only nine years old and has yet to hurt a soul, you aren’t terribly intimidated. Plus, there are way too many eyewitnesses at the orphanage for him to get away with such a thing. 

“Pfft,” you brush off. “You wouldn’t do that to me.”  

He does, in fact, tie you to a tree—and on more than one occasion.  

Oh, well. You assumed going into this that it wouldn’t be an easy endeavor. Chisaki clearly hasn’t yet understood that, like it or not, you’re here to stay.  

It’s a day like any other, and you’re in the midst of recovering from yet another spoiled-food-induced tummy ache, when out of nowhere, Chisaki decides to walk out of the orphanage. Sometimes kids play outside. That is, after all, where he tied you to all of those trees.  

But Chisaki isn’t one for playing games to begin with, and today, he seems to have made up his mind about something.  

He leaves the orphanage without looking back.  

Naturally, you follow him, as fast as your tiny legs will allow you to. It will take a while for the caregivers to realize you’ve both gone missing. Negligent supervision seems to be the recurring trend around here. Really, it’s a miracle that the rest of the kids are even still alive.

“Where are you going?” you ask, stumbling to keep up with him. Goddammit. This tiny body of yours is so frustrating. You’re used to being in full control of your limbs, and being able to walk faster than what feels like a solid ten meters per hour. 

Chisaki doesn’t so much as glance at you. “That place is filthy,” he mutters. “I couldn’t stand it anymore. Not that it matters anyways. Everywhere is the same. Wherever I go, people will just keep disappointing me.”  

You realize that you don’t know much about Chisaki’s backstory. All you know is that at some point in his childhood, he was taken in by a kind-hearted yakuza man, but apart from that, the details are left rather vague.  

Where are his parents? How long ago did they abandon him? Just how many years has he spent on his own, without knowing what it feels like to be loved and cared for?  

He probably won’t tell you even if you ask, but your heart aches for him regardless.  

“It’s going to be okay,” you tell him. Perhaps it sounds like you’re just talking out of your ass, and you doubt it helps to reassure him much, but he spares a glance at you anyways.  

He presses his lips together. “You’re just a little kid. Go back to that stinky place. It’s better than sticking with me. I can’t take care of you.”  

“We can take care of each other,” you offer.  

Chisaki shakes his head in dismay, but surprisingly, he’s not telling you to leave, so you muster up a smile and follow him. Follow him where exactly, you have no clue, but you’ve already made up your mind to stay with him, no matter what happens.  

And then, for the first time, you find yourself intertwined with the story’s plot.  

“What are you children doing all the way out here?”  

The voice catches you off-guard, but when you tilt your head to get a better look at who just spoke, your eyes go wider than ever.  

Ah. I know him.  

Of course you do. After all, he’s largely the reason that Chisaki goes on to commit so many crimes. It’s not just his hatred of Quirks and rejection of the so-called ‘Hero Syndrome’, but also because he feels as though he needs to repay the man who took him in, and bring the yakuza back to their former glory.  

This man is Chisaki’s adoptive father, and the boss of the Shie Hassaikai, who is affectionally referred to as Pops. 

Droplets of rain fall upon your cherubic cheeks and roll down your skin. The sky has been looking rather gray and murky for a while, so you’re not surprised that it’s steadily turning into a downpour.  

Pops stares at the both of you and frowns. “It isn’t safe to be out here all alone. Where are your parents? Did you get separated from them?”  

“We don’t have parents,” you blurt out. “We don’t... we don’t have anyone.”  

Instead of responding, Chisaki just nods his head somberly. He’s not a talkative sort to begin with, but right now, it looks like he’s lost for words. You doubt he’s expecting anything. He clearly hasn’t led a particularly happy life until now, and it shows.  

But when Pops pulls out his umbrella and uses it to shelter both of you from the rain, Chisaki’s golden eyes widen ever-so-slightly.

“I see,” Pops hums. He pauses, a slow, gentle smile stretching across his lips. “And what are your names, if you don’t mind me asking?”  

You respond without wasting a beat. “I’m [Name]! And this is my friend—”  

“I’m not your friend.” Chisaki lets out a weary sigh, but when he peers up at Pops, he suddenly looks sheepish, as if he can tell that he’s a man worth respecting. “I’m... Chisaki. Chisaki Kai.”  

Pops seems amused, and despite the rain soaking into his kimono, he holds the umbrella in place, so that neither of you will get wet.  

“Well, then,” he says. “If you’ve got nowhere to go... then how about coming with me?”  

It’s happening. The moment you watched unfold in the anime is actually happening, right before your very eyes.  

The only difference is that, this time, Chisaki isn’t alone.  

You will be with him every step of the way, to guide him towards a brighter future.  

“...okay,” Chisaki says. His voice is hesitant, definitely more uncertain than you’re used to it being, but you can tell that right here and now, he’s decided to give Pops a chance.  

He will be grateful towards this man for the rest of his life, that much you know for a fact.

[moamidzyism]

gross! (c.yj)

part four: ding dong the witch returns written • 661 words

you stroll into the store just behind soobin, the jingle of the door’s bell announcing your entrance. there is a very blatant shift in the atmosphere, and curious eyes turn towards the two of you. a blond boy emerges from behind the counter to pull soobin away.

he turns to you, “i’ll just be like 30 minutes and then i’ll be right back,” soobin tells you before disappearing with the blond boy.

“yeah, sure,” you mutter to yourself. your gaze wanders around the space. the oversized windows allow natural light to filter through, casting a gentle glow on the rows of vinyl records neatly organized in wooden crates. the open space is dotted with mismatched tables and chairs.

as you scanned the room, your eyes briefly intersect with two people stationed at the bar counter. their wide eyed stares prompt you to hurry away to the record store section of the store. you fish out your phone hastily to text your friends.

after spending about five minutes browsing through the records, your phone dings with a notification from your friends. they are finally here.

you make your way to the front of the store. you glimpse at the couple again. there was a nagging familiarity about them, a puzzle piece lost in your memory. a third person has now joined them, his back turned as he faced away from you.

just as the store door swings open, a familiar voice slices through the air. “y/n!” chaeryeong yells, and you turn to find her racing towards you.

“chaery!” you envelope her into a massive hug. yeji follows behind her. “don’t forget about me,” she chimes, and you extend the embrace to include her.

the three of you are so engrossed in your reunion, that you fail to notice that the other trio at the counter was now staring straight at you.

“oh, that’s why you guys said i shouldn’t come.” yeonjun says, eyes locking onto you.

“i knew it was her,” taehyun remarks, his back facing his two friends.

“i can’t believe she’s back.” yeonjun mutters, his eyes widening in disbelief. it was as if a floodgate of memories from the last summer you shared together had burst open, overwhelming him. his thoughts were tangled, and clarity seemed to slip away in the tide of recollections. and he just stood there, stunned, lost in the echoes of the past.

thankfully for him, his best friend pulls him out of his trance. “should i ask kai to get her to leave?” yuck!yn asks him.

“what? no.” he gets up from his seat. “i’m going to talk to her.”

“no way,” taehyun tries to intervene, but yeonjun pushes past his hands.

“hey, y/n.” he softly calls out as he approaches you.

you sharply turn around at the sound of your name and the sound of the voice that accompanies it. “jun–”

soobin emerges from the back at that moment. “y/n, are you ready to go?” he asks you, breaking the spell.

“yeah, i–i…” you sputter.

“wait, you know her?” the girl from the counter comes up to the scene to confront soobin.

“yeah,” soobin answers, puzzled.

“so, you were the one who brought her here,” she spat, eyeing you critically.

“y/n, you’re back?” yeonjun’s words hung in the air, his gaze fixated on you like you were a ghost or a mystical being.

“yuck!yn, i really don’t need you yelling at me,” soobin and the other girl are engaged in a verbal match, but you just feel immobilized. just like yeonjun did a few minutes ago, all you feel are your friends hands tightly holding onto yours and the memories from last summer flooding back to you.

“y/n,” yeji tugs you gently. “maybe we should get you home?” she suggests.

“yeah, uh, soobin, are you ready to go?” you ask the boy who brought you there.

he nods, and your friends usher you out of the store.

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