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libbys-braincell-loss · 6 months ago

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"The Dream"

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An SMG34 oneshot

Took inspo from a mini comic i saw while scrollin thru the smg34 tag, will link it when i find it again (edit: found it)

This oneshot was written after Meme Hunters came out

The impulse got to me and i couldnt resist

This oneshot includes:

angst

fluff

references to igbp

thats abt it

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SMG3 puffed out his chest, and hyped himself up. He held a small blue flower in his hands, and he tried to calm his breath.

He was going to do it.

He was gonna confess to his crush, SMG4.

He decided better now than never, and saw SMG4 not too far away from him, back facing him. SMG3 mentally prepared himself and walked over to SMG4, holding the tiny flower behind his back.

"Hey, SMG4!" SMG3 said in as chipper of a voice he could. He instantly regretted it and decided to stick with a more realistic tone. He sighs and speaks in a quiet, genuine voice.

"Four... I have something to admit to you."

He awaits a response from SMG4, but he doesn't turn around. SMG3 finds it strange, but continues.

"I... I have... I have a crush on you."

SMG4 doesn't turn around. SMG3 nervously begins taking the tiny blue flower out from behind his back to hold out in front of him.

"...I've had a crush on you for as long as I can remember. But back then, I thought it was jealousy, or envy. But as time grew on, and we grew closer, I realized the feeling never vanished despite us... becoming friends. And I realized, that I had feelings for you. And I can't bottle them up any longer."

SMG3 feels himself growing nervous as SMG4 doesn't respond.

"...Well? Aren't you going to say anything?..."

Just then, SMG4 turns around with an uncharacteristically ominious smile. This makes SMG3 jump back a bit, startled.

"You are in love with me??? Puh-lease." SMG4 says in a mocking tone.

SMG3 freezes.

"...Excuse me?..." he says, quietly and nervously.

SMG4 laughs.

"Do you really expect me, the better content creator, the better person, the hero, to fall in love with my copy? My rival?" SMG4 says in disbelief as he steps closer to SMG3.

SMG3 swallows nervously, his head spinning, his worst fears coming true.

SMG4 puts two fingers on SMG3's chin and tilts his head upwards to stare into his eyes. SMG3 is frozen, he can't seem to stop him.

"You are nothing but a thorn in my side. So petty, and pointless. Always degrading me... where are your manners?"

SMG4 grabs the tiny blue flower from SMG3's hands, and crushes it in between his fingertips, while glaring at SMG3's helpless, aching face. SMG4 lets the flower petals fall to the floor.

"Why would you love someone who hates you?"

SMG3 feels tears beginning to form in his eyes. For whatever reason, he anticipated this happening. He expected him to deny his confession in the most horrible way possible, and SMG4 was justified to do so, because SMG3 was a trashy person that didn't deserve his affection.

The ground begins cracking beneath them, and SMG3 closes his eyes and begins falling, until he feels SMG4 grab his foot as he hangs upside down. SMG3 looks at the ground below, and sees the familiar sight of Peach's castle falling into the abyss caused by SMG4's "perfect video" craze. He looks up at SMG4, who is holding his foot, while the glowing USB lingered on SMG4's shoe. SMG4 glares at SMG3 bitterly.

"If I had to do it all over again... I would pick the USB every time."

SMG3 feels his foot slowly slipping out of SMG4's clutches. He begins hyperventilating and panicking, but not a single word comes out of his mouth.

SMG4 slowly and purposefully loses his grip on SMG3, and as soon as SMG3 feels his body drop as SMG4 lets go of his foot, he feels himself plummet onto his mattress.

SMG3 gasps as he sits upright in his bed. It was all a dream. It was the middle of the night, and he was in his bedroom, the secret lair in his cafe. The room was dark.

He begins trying to control his breathing, slowing it down to a more realistic pace. It was all just a dream... Just a nightmare...

He glances over to the other side of his best and sees Eggdog sleeping peacefully. He smiles and gives Eggdog a few scratches on his head.

SMG3 decides to go outside and clear his head. Touching some grass wouldn't hurt.

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SMG3 steps outside of III's Coffee and Bombs cafe and onto the showgrounds, lit by moonlight.

He looks around at the grass and sees familiar tiny blue flowers around, almost identical to the one he had in his dream.

SMG3 sighs and shakes his head. Merely a coincidence. Pay no mind to it.

SMG3 turns his head and stops when he sees SMG4, working hard on the attraction he's planning on making for the showgrounds, which he hasn't revealed to anybody at all what it is yet.

God dammit, why is he out here... I came out here so I could avoid thinking about him...

SMG4 is working hard with constructing the attraction single-handedly, until he pauses and sees SMG3 looking up at him confusedly. SMG4 grins excitedly and waves at SMG3, excited to see a familiar face at this hour.

SMG3 blinks when he realizes SMG4 was waving to him. He awkwardly waves back, as SMG4 jumps down to greet him.

"Hey, SMG3! What brings you out here so late?"

"Hey, man... I could say the same to you. Why are you working on that thing so late at night?"

"Oh, well, I'm really excited to work on it! Couldn't sleep. Sudden bursts of motivation at midnight, amirite?" He chuckles.

"...Yeahhhh."

"Anyway, why are you out here, Three? ...Did you want to help?" SMG4 grins at him excitedly.

SMG3 looks at the ground, tired, but still a little antsy from the dream he had.

"No... I just... had a shitty dream. It really messed me up. I had come out here to clear my head. ...Little did I know you'd be out here."

SMG4's smile fades from his face as he realizes something's up with SMG3. He steps closer and reaches a hand out at him, as if hoping to comfort him and hold him, but immediately decides against it and recoils his arm. SMG3 does not notice.

"Oh... I'm sorry, man. I hope you're doing okay."

SMG3 looks up at him, and smiles with a sad look in his eyes, and looks at the ground again.

"...I'm fine."

SMG4 frowns, being able to tell that he isn't at all fine.

"Are you s-"

"Would you do it again?!" SMG3 says with urgency in his voice, a distressed expression on his face.

SMG4 blinks for a moment. He looks at SMG3 confused.

"...Pardon?"

SMG3 realizes his sentence didn't make sense, so he slows down and breaks down the sentence to be easier to understand.

"...What I meant was... if you had to relive... the perfect video craze... would you pick me over the USB again?"

SMG4 blinks, and realizes what he means.

"Ohhh... well, yeah, of course. Every time."

SMG3 looks at him and blinks in disbelief.

"...No hesitation? Not even thinking about it? You serious?"

SMG4 nods as if this were a stupid question.

"I mean, yeah, obviously. I would always pick you. I'm not even sure why I was hesitating when I had to pick the first time."

SMG3's eyes widen and start to sparkle. Was SMG4 being for real...?

"Why? Why do you prefer me over the perfect video? Aren't I a... a thorn in your side?"

SMG4 chuckles and nudges his shoulder.

"You can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but I wouldn't trade you for anything. We're friends, right? You said it yourself."

SMG3 feels his cheeks grow warmer. He feels stunned, but he eventually relaxes his tensions and smiles a soft smile at SMG4. SMG4 actually does care about me...

SMG4 notices the blush on his cheeks and smiles to himself, a tinge of blush appearing on his cheeks as well.

SMG3 realizes they had been smiling at each other in silence for about 15 seconds, and so he breaks the silence, blushing slightly harder.

"T-Thank you... that actually helped me feel so much better."

SMG4 smiles in return.

"Hey, no problem. You're an absolute delight, Three."

SMG3 blushes lightly at his words, and smiles to himself.

SMG4 glances at the ground and sees several tiny blue flowers in the grass. He smiles to himself and walks over and picks three of those little flowers and holds them in a tiny bouquet, before handing them to SMG3. SMG3's face turns bright red as he holds the three tiny flowers in a tiny bouquet in his hand.

"I... um... what... huh..."

"I'm gonna continue working on the attraction now. See you in the morning, Three!"

With that, SMG4 turns around and begins heading back over to the attraction-in-progress. SMG3 blushes as he holds the three flowers, three of the same kind he wanted to give SMG4 in his dream. He looks at the flowers, then looks back up at SMG4. He quickly picks four more tiny flowers out of the grass and runs up to SMG4.

"SMG4!"

SMG4 turns around as he hears SMG3 call his name and run toward him. SMG3 quickly shoves the four freshly picked tiny blue flowers at SMG4, while holding the three that were picked for him in his other hand.

SMG4 blushes and smiles as he takes the tiny bouquet of four blue flowers in his hand.

"Aw... thanks Three-"

"YEAH YEAH, WHATEVER, GOODNIGHT SCRUB!"

SMG3 blushes madly as he sprints away from SMG4 and back into his cafe.

SMG4 stares after him in confusion as he runs away, but smiles at the fact SMG3 gave him flowers in return. He sticks the flowers into his hair, two behind each ear, then continues working on the attraction.

SMG3 slams the door behind him in his bedroom/lair and breathes heavily.

Holy shit I just did that... Holy shit I just did that!

He internally high fives himself, so proud of the fact he successfully gave SMG4 flowers. ...Maybe it wasn't a confession, like he hoped to do, but it was a start! Better than nothing!

He stares at the three blue flowers SMG4 gave him and smiles warmly. He finds a tiny vase on a shelf and goes to the bathroom sink to fill it with water, and sticks the three flowers inside of it and puts it on his dresser, right near his bed.

SMG4 is nothing like that dream version... no... he is nothing like what my anxiety is fearing. Maybe he doesn't like me like that at the moment... but for right now... this is so much better than him hating me.

He crawls back into bed, being careful not to wake Eggdog, and goes back to sleep cheerfully.

#smg4 #smg34 #smg3 #smg43 #smg4 fanfic #smg4 x smg3

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miyakiwiii · 2 months ago

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◇DI KO KAYANG UMIBIG MULI!

Yurp i have filipino genes, (some german genes too but im more filipino) and i felt like writing this cuz why not? And also this song makes me turn in shambles

PAIRINGS: FILIPINO-FEM!READER X KARASU TABITO.

FLUFF? Idk what tags to add lol CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS? Might almost turn into a series,Long fic?

WORD COUNT:1,4k

You were a foreinger from a different country, that moved in japan when you were 7 years old, your mother got a job as a nurse in japan,osaka. Since she took nursing in the past.

resulting to both you and your mother living in japan by now.

You would just call it- japain since children YOUR age had been picking on you- you couldnt even understand some of them since you only knew how to speak english and ofc, your native language.

There was one particular kid at the same age as you- karasu tabito.

Both you had met when you were little kids, he was picked by the other children back in elementary, both you and him were called 'freaks' 'weirdo's' for being.. different from others.

Thats what you both were- and how you both became friends.

You both became friends because you were both different from the rest of them: weirdos, freaks, yeah. Mediocre as you call it too.

He would protect you- in exchange you would protect him back. He was a smart kid- you were too.

Both of you excelled in class, you were always second place, he was first. You both stayed by each others side since that day, like something locking your souls together- or even intertwining your hearts and pressing them together like you both were not meant to leave each other.

Your mom, his mom had always noticed you two being together- of course they were both glad that their children finally had a nice loving friend.

In middle school- you finally learned how to speak japanese, teaching karasu some tagalog, and filipino words too.

Both of you werent meant to be seperated. Well.. atleast you were.

You and him are both in highschool now, seniors and in third years.

Him- 18 you 18, well this is the day that he will regret.

"Hey tabito!" You ran to his direction where he stood- hair all gelled up, beauty mark visible on the right, his eyes shone like bright sapphires, swirling with emotions hidden behind, he was gorgeous.

You, on his view your beauty almost shining bright as the sun- the rays of light hit your face as it gleamed, your voice calling out his name made the insides of his stomach flutter- almost like theres butterflies inside his stomach from always seeing you, seeing you call out his name. Everything about you is what he loves.

He smirked he always does, blinking and looking at you as you panted and gasped for air, standing up and brushing your hands on your skirt.

"Hi [reader],why were ya' rushing? No need to." He says, holding the straps of his bag- putting it behind his back and holding it.. like something.

"Ah! I just thought i was late since my alarm didnt ring." Yeah relatable- but anyways, he chuckled, in result you chuckled, the strap of your bag sliding a little bit off your shoulder.

"Yer' bag." He touched the straps of your bag- touching your shoulder in the process. His touch, even if the clothing blocks the warmth of it, you could almost feel it through, it was nice, you said.

"Oh, uhm thanks." You smiled to him, oh how he loved seeing your smile, he wishes he can paste it into the depths of his brain to see it everyday.

"So, lets walk to school together?" You say. "Of course, we always do." Karasu responds back, both of you now stepping, walking to your school.

"Huh, yeah." You walked, the silence was so loud, akward emotions filled the both of you as you held your arm while walking.

"So uh, have ya' gotten any duo's or partner's in the chesmistry project?" Karau asked, looking at you as you both continued walking.

"Huh? I havent. How 'bout you?" You asked him back, the school gates was near as the sun shone on the metals of the gate.

"No i still dont have anyone partnerin' with me." He says, both you and karasu had arrived at your school- walking forward as the sun shone on the school gates.

The doors were nearby, as you both stood infront of it."Talk to ya' later?" He said, stopping his tracks, looking at you. Eyes filled with wonder hoping that you will respond to him.

"Yeah, talk to you later tabito." You respond as you smiled warmly again, smile counter number two. Atlas, you both entered the school doors, going to opposite hallways, some students we're still chattering- almost like bee's surrounding you.

Karasu- on the other hand. One of his teammates had put their arm in his shoulder, bickering about the next competitions about other schools- and how hes amazing as the captain of their youth team: bambi osaka.

Hiori on the other hand, of course, you knew him. Hes a second year, you both never got classes together due to you being older than him, but you shared a few thoughts, sometimes ate lunch with him and karasu, and also watched their practice in the field while sitting in the bleachers, you also cheered for the both of them in alot of the competitions that rival schools competed that competed with them- almost like you were a goodluck charm because everytime your in it, they win, and you stood out oh-so-clearly in the crowd.

He knew about you and karasu being long-term friends, hiori was almost your second bestfriend,telling him anything, gossiping even!

Time skip.

It was finally break time after the mind breaking- energy consuming subjects had ended.

You were walking around as you saw tabito patiently waiting for you along with hiori, both of them chatting under the tree the three of you guys sometimes talked, about strategies, even though you couldnt understand some parts about what they were talking about.

Karasu turned his head to your direction- almost like he has a sensor for you when you arrive, waving at you and signalling you with his hand to come over.

You rushed to walk over, bento in your hand,sitting on the warm grass beneath as you laid your bento on the grass, rays of light going through the gaps of the tree's as it hits your shoulder, One of them opens their mouth and says-

"What are ya' guys gonna do after class?" Hiori spoke, looking at the both of you, you were seated next to him as long as tabito was in the opposite direction facing you.

"Were going to do the chemistry project."

"Were goin' to do the chem project."

Both of you had said in unison, both of you giggled and hiori was just sweat-dropping besides you.

"Damn alright. Ya'll got really Connected alright." Hiori spoke once again.

"Of course silly, we've been connected ever-since we were both seven years old!" You replied warm-heartedly. Damn hiori must felt like a married couples adopted child with the way you two almost bonded, basically hes like a practice kid for the two of you except you both werent even in a relation ship.

"Yep, almost like we were super-glued to each-otha'." Karasu replied as he nudged your shoulder, both of you laughing once again.

All three of you chatted as you all ate, of course you had opened your bento.

The chattering was stopped once some of hiori, and karasu's teamates had called karasu.

"Yo' karasu! Let us borrow ya' for a sec!" Random guy A said.

"Yeah, also ya' too hiori! Coach might need us for today." Random guy B said. Wow what a suprise ruining the wholesome moment the three of you shared together. Huh.

Its strange at some point.

Both karasu and hiori got accepted into a football-program called 'blue lock.' You were happy for them, but at the same time you felt.. lonely.

No need to worry, its only for a few days, you were strong.

Karasu:

See you soon [name]. Hope you can wait for us both huh? 😉

Hiori:

Yep, agreed with karasu's words for the first time, cya soon name. :)

:Name

Dont make me wait for too long, hope you both can enjoy it! <3

Karasu and hiori reacted a [❤️]

That was their last chat to you, looking back at it made you smile warmly, you kept thinking about karasu, of course.

You watched their match and you see karasu perform, you were dazed by his skills even if he didnt score any goals, he still was really good in the U20 match, they obviously won, and karasu might've noticed you in the bleachers. You screamed and cheered so loud when they won.

Thats when you met karasu's newfound friend- otoya eita. He looked all ninja like, 'why does he have a green streak in his hair? Is it to hide all of his red flags?' Of course, you were correct.

"Yo' mind if i have your number?" Otoya had asked and karasu hit his head with his fist, not too hard, but not too soft.

"She's off limits bro" karasu said, you looked at him sweat dropping and flushed at the same time. Like what do you mean off limits?? Are we dating?

"She's your gf? My bad sorry karasu" otoya had said as karasu had widened his eyes and nudged him using his shoulder.

"Shes my childhood bestfriend, dont'cha say that!" Karasu says as you went more flushed, standing akwardly and fidgeting the toro keychain in your messenger bag.

"My bad, so can i still have her number." Oh how long is this gonna take.

Your head just went left and right, left right right left untill they finally stopped as one of their teamates called out to them.

"Also, sorry for makin' ya' watch, we have a 2-week break, we can spend some time together.. if we can." He says, scratching the back of his head.

You hugged him, he still smells like sweat- of course you were talking to him after the whole ass match.

"Sure, ill be waiting for you and hiori, even if it takes half of my life."

Well it certainly did take some of your life... just kidding.

Tabito had been invited to his blue locker-friends-team, idk antics. It was sad to say that hiori didnt come, but in exchange.. you did. (He forced you to do so.)

Some of his friends though you were his girlfriend- but you were certainly not.

It was in shibuya- a very busy part of japan, all of you guys had fun,especially when him and his friends got to the uh.. bowling ball place? You dont know what to call it.

One of their blue lockian friends, Barou as they call him.

They dueled the U-20, or former u-20 to a match in bowling, you just watched silently in one of the chairs, paying attention to all of his friends, and him having fun. You smiled warmly, his emotions and yours almost sharing.

After that match, and after all of this. It was midnight now, you were both probably exhausted, and riding a train together.

"Did ya' have fun?, sorry if they were turnin a lil bit freaky, thats just how it is." He asks, looking at you with a smile.

"It was both exhausting and fun.." you say, your head slowly laying on his shoulder. He turned a little bit flushed. Looking at you with his eyes, softening. Your lips look kissable right now.

TIME SKIP.

It was the day he was about to depart yet again- going to go back to blue lock. His eyes had met yours, you were smiling back at him.

"So, see you again? Both you and hiori?" You say, voice soft toned but low.

"Yeah, see ya' soon, goodbye [name]." He said, smiling back at you as his sapphire eyes stared at you, filled with longing and desire. He was walking, almost near to the doors of the bus.

"Wait, i forgot to tell ya' this."karasu had turned to your direction, he rushed to your direction and said this.

"Mahal na mahal kita sobra." Means 'i love and love you so much.'

Wait, when did he learn how to speak tagalog?

Seconds later- he pecked a kiss to your lips, flushed by all of what was happening, you touched your lips slowly as he ran to go to the bus.

Hiori who witnessed all of this was behind your back and just blinked, walking to the bus but waving and giving you a goodbye.

"Huh... i didnt even get to say it back." I look at the bus, the bus slowly starting to move.

Moments later- you had screamed back, instead of speaking in tagalog you spoke in japanese and yelled. "I LOVE YOU TOO TABITO!"

Guess I can't fall in love again.

Well except for him, i can always fall inlove again with this crow boy.

I was having seizures when doing rhus

@miyakiwiii WORK! DO NOT REPOST IN OTHER WEBSITES,TRANSLATE,ETC!

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icameheretoreadstuff · 1 year ago

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I wanna feel your lips against mine

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader Warnings: 18+ ! MDNI!, NSFW, Smut, Friends to Lovers, oral, big dick kink ofc, unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasm. Summary: Youre hoplessly in love with Kakashi and youre currently on your way to tell him. A/N: Masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr

You were walking the streets on a nice summer day. You wanted something to cold to drink and maybe some sweets. That was your sole reason for heading out. It was not because you knew your friend Kakashi would be there, not at all.

You sighed out loudly for yourself, you were hopelessly in love with him and all your friends knew. But did Kakashi? Honestly you think he did, but it always made you second guess yourself.

You couldnt help it, you loved running in to him. And since you two had been friends for a really long time now, you knew you had to make your move. He is the most handsomest, sexiest and wonderful man you've ever laid your eyes on.

You flirted with him and he flirted back. But He had a wall up that was stopping you, Understandibly so. You just thought maybe you should try to just be honest this time.

You walked over to the cafe when you saw him. Your heart always started to beat hard when he was nearby. You walked into the cafe when He instantly looked over at you and smiled with his eyes "Hi y/n" He was sitting in the furthest booth. "Hi" you smiled back and ordered something to drink from the vendor.

You sat down in the same booth infront of him, "how are you?" you both said at the same time. You chuckled as the the vendor came with your drink, you thanked her and tasted it right away. You sighed happily of your choice of drink "you first" you said to him and put the drink down, "I´m good, I was just reading my book" You couldnt help but to giggle and tease him "you did, huh?" you took your drink and sipped it as you looked at him "What have you been up to" he asked "not much, Been taking some missions here and there" you answered.

"I`ve missed you" you blurted out. You tried to keep cool but you felt your cheeks warming up. "I mean I missed our talks" you said quickly. You could feel him staring on you. You looked down stared at your drink in your hand. “You did, huh?" you looked up at him and he winked, "maybe" you smiled and drank up the rest of your glass feeling your heart beat loudly "So you missed me and missed our talks?" He responded, you could see it in his eyes that he was smiling "yeah, you know-" you said and cleared your throat "I figured you wouldn't mind" you joked and tried to calm yourself down. You looked out and saw the sunset looming over the buildings. "Hey, do you wanna join me and get a drink?" You asked him, he looked at you and raised up "after you" he said as he held out his hand.

You both were walking beside each other when someone almost ran into you, before you could react he grabbed you quickly and pulled you close. You looked around you and saw you were in a back alley all alone.

You looked up at him, Your bodies were pressed against eachother "thanks" you said as you looked up at him. "No worries" he replied and suddenly he went silent.

You cupped his cheek, leaned up and kissed him ontop of his facemask. "I love you kakashi, I can't hold it in anymore" the words fell out of your mouth. You felt the whole world stand still as you waited for him to resbond.

You heart started to hurt, "Sorry" you said and were about to leave when he grabbed your hand and pulled you close into his chest and kissed you deeply. You hummed into the lips but couldn't help but wanting to kiss his lips properly "I wanna feel your lips against mine, kakashi" you whispered into his lips "I actually want to do more than just kiss you"

Kakashi's Apartment

He pulled down his face mask revealing his lips for the first time. You smiled as you leaned up your hand to his chin as you gently stroked his lips, you stood up on your toes and kissed his lips. You sighed happily as he deepened the kiss, wrapping his hands around your waist. "Your lips taste so sweet" you whispered and kissed him, you could feel his lips were forming into a smile.

"Wait!" you said and gently pushed yourself away from his lips. "I wanna see your smile properly" you grinned and He sighed "Come on, I've been dreaming and wondering about that wonderful smile for so long, you've always been so secretive and I've always respected that, not wanting to push you or anything-" You felt like you were melting in a puddle seeing him chuckle over your ramblings "Really?" he smirked and kissed your nose "Youre so cute" he sighed happily.

"Youre beautiful" you said and kissed his lips, he moved his hand up to your face and deepened the kiss. His tounge was playfully licking yours when he looked at you with a face you never had seen before. His lips were slightly parted as he looked down on you "I want to taste your neck" he said as leaned down to your neck and kissed softly, he licked and sucked, making you moan silently.

You could feel his warmth coming from his breath as he kissed you up twoards your ear "I wanna taste every inch of you" he whispered and kissed your cheek "I want you to take off your pants so I can taste your pussy" he said and gently laid your hair behind your ear. "I've been dreaming about how good it must taste" he whispered as he kissed you on your neck. you finally remembered how to breathe as his words were making you smile.

"I've been dreaming about you too, Kakashi" you felt like your body was shaking with arousal. Like something snapped inside him, he crashed his lips into yours, kissing you like he was starving.

"Off" he said as he opened your pants. You kicked off your shoes before he dragged your pants and thong down. He gazed up into your clit in awe before he leaned in and tasted your clit. You moaned the instant his tounge licked your clit.

While licking your folds he helped you take off your pants, as he threw them away. He hummed as he licked every inch of your clit while grabbing your leg softly and placed it on his shoulder. He moaned into your clit like he had just discovered his new favorite dish. Your legs were trembling as you struggled with standing. "Kakashi" you breathed heavily.

He kissed your thighs as he put your leg off his shoulder, raised up and carried you in bridal style over to his bed while kissing your lips. He laid you down and began to take off his clothes. While watching your clit like he was starving.

He took off his vest, then his sweatshirt which took your breath away. You automatically spreaded your legs and began to touch yourself "Wait, let me" he said as he took off his facemask. You just smirked at him "you look so good" you moaned "Take off your pants" you smirked and he grinned "Take off your top" he agreed and took off his pants.

The minute you threw off your shirt he was between your legs "Kakashi" you moaned as he smirked into your folds, licking your entire sex. "I wanna see your cock-" you whined, but were cut off by him sucking your folds. You gasped silently as he wrapped his big muscled hands around your hips. You felt you were close as you could hear him slurping and feel his tounge licking on a spot which made you moan louder.

He smirked as he leaned closer into your clit and devoured you. You panted as you felt hips automatically thrust up into his face. he moaned as he put his tounge inside you. "Wait" You moaned, feeling his tounge bringing you closer to your release "I want you inside me" you moaned "I wanna cum on your dick" you huffed and grabbed his hair as you thrusted harder onto his tounge "kakashi" you moaned and thrusted your clit onto his mouth. While he bobbing his head slurping and sucking your clit, he grapped your hips as he moaned. you grabbed his hair into your fists "Kakashi" you moaned defeated as you climaxed, he slurped and sucked every inch until you had rided out your orgasm on his face.

He crawled over to you while smirking "you want my cock huh?" he leaned his cock between your folds, you looked down and moaned. "You'll get your turn" he groaned as he leaned up and smacked his dick onto your pussy "Fuck" you winced, You leaned on your elbows as you watched him pumping his dick.

"I gotta be inside you, y/n" You were in awe of how big he was, He smirked at your reaction as he placed his dick onto your entrance "Don't worry" he said and pushed it in slightly, you moaned as you watched up at him "Fuck youre big" you looked down on his big hard dick "We'll go slow, ok?" he said as he slightly thrusted his dick in and out. You laid down onto his pillow as you tried to take his length. He moved your legs up on his thighs as he spreaded his legs, pushing his dick a little deeper inside you before he thrusted out.

you gasped silently as you felt his dick was stretching you out "Breathe" he huffed. You looked up at him and melted completely over the look on his face. His lips were parted as he moaned silently, thrusting his hips slowly in "y/n, breathe" you breathed slowly "Good girl" he groaned, he thrusted out and then he pushed half way into you "Remember to breathe for me" he said and leaned over you and kissed your shoulder.

"Does this feel ok?" he asked while he clearly wanted to just fuck you silly. You panted and replied "yes, keep going" He grabbed your breast while humming with each kiss onto your neck, you moaned as he kissed your lips.

He leaned his forehead against yours as he pushed slowly deeper inside you, you wrapped your hands around onto his back while moaning. "Fuck" he groaned as he thrusted out of you, "I want to fuck you so bad" he cooes "Your pussy feels so good" he groaned as he thrusted inside you, but still not fully inside.

"please" you huffed, feeling his dick teasing your gspot but you wanted more "Fuck me how you want to" he kissed you hard "Are you sure?" you nodded as an response. "Let me hear you say yes, I dont want to hurt you" he said as he pulled his dick out halfway "Yes I'm sure please Fuck me" you said and kissed him "I need you" you whispered into his lips.

Like something snapped inside him he rolled his hips pushing his cock deep inside you, he huffed as he rolled his hips deep inside you, thrusted slowly out and then he repeated. You closed your eyes moaned loudly, He groaned as he kissed your lips "Stay with me" he managed to say "Look at me" he hummed and you opened your eyes.

He leaned on his elbows as he looked into your eyes. His body was pinning you down, he kissed you and thrusted harder into you. "Fuck" you moaned as he kept thrusting his dick inside you, while moaning his deep beautiful moans "fuck" he huffed. "Im so deep inside you" he moaned as he looked into your eyes "Fuck me hard, Kakashi-"

He moaned as his hips began to clap hard inside you, he groaned as he grabbed the pillow under you into fists as he slammed hard into you. You moaned hard as you felt you were close. His hips were clapping so hard into you, your toes curled as you lifted up your feet, making him go even deeper inside you.

He huffed "I'm close" you grabbed his shoulders as he slammed hard into you "cum inside me" you moaned "I want you to fill me up" you panted, feeling close "fill me up" you moaned, you looked up into his eyes as you could see him blushing.

He kissed you sloppy, as his tounge touched yours you let out a moan "you want me to cum inside you?" he moaned "please" you panted "cum inside-" you climaxed before you could finish your sentence, he moaned and huffed as he slammed his hips into yours and wrapped his hands around your neck and nuzzled his head into your neck, moaned into your ear and climaxed deep inside you.

He panted and moved his hands away from your neck as he was about to leave, you pinned him down as you wrapped your legs around his waist. "No" you said simple "Stay here" you kissed him, you looked at him and he smiled.

He leaned back down on his elbows and kissed your forehead. "Don't leave me like this" you whispered as your eyes were closed. He looked at you for a second as you felt your heart beat fast. "y/n look at me" he cooes, you look up at him "your heart is beating so fast" he said "Iknow" you whispered trying not to get emotional. "My heart is too, your feelings are not one sided-" before he could say anything else you crashed your lips onto his. He sighed happily as he deepened the kiss. "Do you know how much it turned me on-" he began as he exhaled and kissed you deeply "that you wanted me to cum inside you?" he said and his hips slowly started to automatically thrust inside you again "Fuck, just thinking about it makes my dick hard" he admitted "I dont want to leave you, I wanna fill you up-" he said as he began to thrust faster inside you making you moan. "Kakashi" you moaned, he kissed you deeply "I thought about filling you up everytime I jerked myself off" you moaned over his words and his honesty and didnt know how to respond, the only thing you felt you could do was to kiss him.

You looked at him as he moaned your name, thrusting his hips harder into you. You blushed as you couldn't believe that this was truly happening "I love you" you huffed "Fuck" he groaned. You moaned into his sloppy kisses as he hips began to clap hard into you, you panted hard as you felt you were close "kakashi" you moaned grabbing his ass while he thrusted hard into you "y/n" he moaned and climaxed into you.

The thought of him jerking off while thinking off you sent you over the edge making you climax, you thrusted your hips up into his dick as you panted. He kissed your neck as he couldn't stop kissing you.

He panted as he looked at you "I gotta clean you up" he kissed your forehead. "Hold onto me hard" he said and you wrapped your hands around his neck and your legs around his waist. He grabbed your back and leaned up, and carried you to the bathroom. He managed to slip his dick out of your clit before he let you down.

Your legs were trembling as you grabbed his arms. "Kakshi" you whined "let me help you" he smiled and helped you into the shower. "You ok?" he asked you as he cupped your face "yeah, just not used to your size yet" you said making him blush. "Fuck you're cute" you grinned and kissed him deeply.

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—LATE BLOSSOM (cont.)

farleıgh x reader 【3/3】

w.c: 6,379

part ¹: here

part ²: here

disclaimers: smut ;), 18+, nsfw, unprotected p in v (stay safe out there guyz), fluff!!, wine drunk, intoxicated sex, creampies, sexual tension, sweet, lovey, softdom!farleigh, pining, happy ending

—synopsis: you are invited over to your boss's home again for dinner. the two of you share a glass a wine after, making the atmosphere reach warmer, intense places.

a/n: hiiii. im ssooo sorry this took foreverrr. bur its here guys! i really hope both my fluff and smut enjoyers enjoy this c: all love! sorry for typos!

「 divider by @/cafekitsune」

"damn it...damn it..– damn it!" farleigh hissed under his breath before slamming his hands on both sides of his laptop. you jumped from the sudden loudness at the coffee and tea station, frowning upon your boss's displeasure.

"sir, might i advise you to take a break?" you suggested, getting waved off by the brooding male. he exhaled loudly before leaning back in his chair, holding the bridge of his nose.

"i cant take a break when these files are due back to HR and marketing. i've been so swamped lately. its a never ending pile of spreadsheets, reports and numbers." farleigh grumbled in reply. you continued to make a cup of tea with milk and sugar, bringing the cup to your boss's desk.

"then i will advise you to have a cup of tea, yes?" you werent looking for a real answer and you weren't going to take no for one either. before farleigh could respond you had already placed the cup right in front of him and gently pushed his stack of papers away. he opened his mouth to protest but immediately closed it, his eyes following you without moving his head. a certain smile stayed on his lips.

"you really know how to read me dont you, [y/n]?" you couldnt hold back the smile forming on your lips, simply shrugging at the man's statement.

"it's my job, isnt it?" you queried in a cheeky tone. farleigh chuckled and sipped the cup quietly. you noticed his shoulders relaxing as he drank, mentally giving yourself a high five. farleigh knew how to stress himself out but he was a stubborn one and always pushed through it. having you around meant actually forcing him to take a break, because you didnt allow him to over exert himself. you would find little time slots to occupy his mind with something else to basically be considered a break, whether it be sipping a cup of tea, looking out the landscape window, or starting a conversation on a topic not related to work.

when you would fix a cup of tea for mr.start, he usually stopped everything to drink at least half his cup before tending to his job again. it was nice to see him relax, and it was so unfortunate that the time of bliss was so little. it had been 3 days since you babysat benjamin, and farleigh told you he asks about you minimally 4 times a day. you smiled everytime farleigh mentioned a time benji randomly brought you up in topics like dinosaurs or pizzas, connecting to the things you did while babysitting.

you missed benji, you did. but it would probably never happen again, maybe once in a blue moon right?

"thank you, [y/n]." farleigh hummed in content, drinking his beverage. you grinned and winked at him. farleigh knew the wink meant nothing, but his chest got warm at the sight of it, maybe it was the tea.

as you cleaned up the beverage station, farleigh couldn't help but stare. his eyes trailed your body from head to toe. from your neat, low ponytail, to your fitted striped button up that ever so slightly hugged your chest and cinched your waist, down to your fitted black slacks.

he enjoyed when you wore pencil skirts, from long to short, you looked eye-catching in them. but you looked good in anything you put on really. from slacks, to skirts, to blouses or blazers. you had a subtly amazing fashion sense even in the work environment.

he sometimes wondered how you looked with everything off—

"[y/n], are you busy tonight?" farleigh blurted, the blood suddenly rushing to his ears. you perked up at the question, quickly turning to face mr.start. your brow rose from seeing his demeanor looking more flushed than a handful of seconds ago.

"well, i was just going to hang out with my roommate and share a couple of beers." you thought aloud. farleigh didnt peg you to be a beer drinker but for some reason if made you more attractive to him. something about seeing a girl chug and entire thing of beer was a slight, slight turn on.

"if you have plans, no worries, [y/n]." the curly brunette man quickly waved his hand again, chuckling sheepishly. you studied your boss for only a second, noticing his body language. you kept quiet with your thoughts to not make unwanted tension, playing it off with a laugh.

"farleigh its okay, i will let my roommate know we can do it later in the week. what time did you want me to head over?" you smiled brightly. the man's heart damn near jumped out of his chest at the mere sound of his first name leaving your mouth. he'd always try to get you to be more comfortable saying it when you were in his home, but hearing it in the work environment made his heart tingle.

"yeah ..uhm–" mr.start cleared his throat of any stutters. "great, we'll leave together then, yes? i'll make sure to let margaret know to let benji stay up a bit later to join us for dinner. would that be alright with you?" farleigh's brown eyes stared into yours with a glimmer in them. you now noticed an even brighter shine to his person, differencing his attitude just moment ago over work. you shared one last smile with your boss, nodding at his plan before sitting at your personal desk to continue work. you didnt fully acknowledge it, but you were excited. excited to know more about mr.start's life outside work.

°°°

it was nearing the end of the day, and the sun was beginning to near the end of the horizon. you loved watching the sun set. the sun painted the sky vibrant oranges and purples this evening. you stared for a while, making sure to remember every detail.

"ready to go, [y/n]?" farleigh hummed, smiling at your deep gazing at the sky. you glanced over at him and nodded with a smile, a rosey blush dusting your cheeks.

"margaret says dinner will be nearly done when we get there, let's head out shall we?" farleigh closed his laptop, sliding it into his sling bag. you tidied your desk and grabbed your belongings before following your boss out of his office, thanking him for holding the door open. the two of you stepped into the lift, pressing the first floor and simply waited. you glanced at him and he glanced at you, giggles soon erupting from you and farleigh.

"they should really put some music in here." you joked, farleigh humming in agreement. soon the lift finally let you two go and farleigh led you to his car. you dont know what you expected, but since farleigh had a chauffeur pick you up last time, you didnt know what he drove. farleigh led you to a sleek, black, 2-door luxury model car. it had to be one of the most recent models, and it was gorgeous. you continued to hide your surprise, thanking farleigh as he opened your door first for you.

the brunette quickly hopped into the car and turned over the engine. the car revved up impressively loud and you couldnt help but smile, looking at your boss. he chuckled at your amazement.

"a jaguar, first big boy purchase of mine since taking over the company a couple years ago." farleigh grinned, putting the car in reverse. the car had an amazing interior, sleek and fairly roomy. you decided to put your nerves aside and relax a little, listening to whatever was on the radio whilst staring out the window. the ride wasn't too long, about 20 minutes. the sun was near set now and purples and blues overtook the sky. it was a long day and you were tired, yes, but you weren't one to fall asleep in others cars. yes you trusted farleigh but not enough for him to see you sleeping. that felt like another level of intimacy to you.

just as you as your eyes began to slowly close, farleigh turned down the music. "we're here, sleepy head." the corners of your mouth turned upwards at his words and you rotated your body to face forward.

"i wasn't asleep. very close though." you admit, farleigh chuckling.

"yeah well, i hope youre still hungry." farleigh parked the car in front of the estate doors, a butler immediately coming to the brunette’s side.

"good evening sir." greeted the suited man. farleigh slowly stepped out, also greeting the butler. his eyes noticed another walking out to open your door, but he subtly and quickly waved at him to stop walking. farleigh handed the keys to the butler in front of him before walking over to your side of the car. you thanked him for opening your door. it was a small gesture, yes but it spoke volumes of his character.

the two of you walked in, almost immediately being greeted by the mini farleigh himself. benji squealed with happiness and jumped into your arms. you laughed at his excitement, hugging him tightly and spinned him around.

"i missed you miss [y/n]! did daddy tell you how much i missed you? i missed you sooo much!" your cheeks began to hurt from how much you were smiling at the boy. you nodded at him and set him down.

"i heard! i missed you too benji." you exclaimed, hearing farleigh laugh quietly at such a cute interaction. benji exclaimed again and headed towards him, giggling as his father scooped him up.

"good evening margaret." farleigh spoke, nodding his head to the brunette maid. margaret curtsied and smiled, beginning to follow you, farleigh and benji further into the house.

"good evening sir, i hope your day was well. dinner is not yet so i apologize. i'd say about 15 minutes more till then." farleigh waved it off, setting benji back on the ground for him to run around.

"no worries, how about to take benji to get ready for dinner please yes?" margaret nodded at mr.starts request, taking benji's hand and guided him to his room. farleigh turned to you and smiled before walking and curling his index and middle finger, signalling for you to follow him.

you obeyed silently, admiring the house per usual. you dont think you could ever get used to it. farleigh led you to his room, setting his laptop case on his dresser. you looked around in slight awe. the color theme of the bedroom was a phthalo green and maroon. theyre were gold accents on the furniture pieces such as his nightstand, dresser and bed frame, complimenting the mahogany wood. his bed sheets and pillow cases were the maroon red color while the wallpaper took the green with lighter accented green flourishes.

"your room is pretty." you complimented. farleigh grinned, his cheeks flushing a more rosy color.

"thank you. here, its a dress for dinner. it was my aunts, but i think it'd look nice on you." you gasp softly. it was a simple black dress. but something about the style made you gush over it. it was a rather nicely made dress. you headed towards the bathroom and took off your work clothes, neatly folding them before taking your hair out of your ponytail. you pulled out a couple of front hair strands before putting your [h/c] hair in a fluffy messy low bun for a simple, more presentable look.

you thanked yourself for already wear black low heels to work, them going perfectly with the dress. stepping out with your belongings, you caught farleigh as he was beginning to button his shirt. you could see his entire abdomen and chest through the open sliver of the button up he out on, along with his undone tie. you subtly rotated your body 90° degrees, clearing your throat to catch your boss's attention.

"hm? oh, [y/n], you look amazing." farleigh praised, smiling big at your look. you laughed sheepishly, glancing to see if your boss was more presentable, and he was. he was more than two-thirds of the way done buttoning his shirt. you placed your clothes on his dresser and turned to him again, subconsciously grabbing the ends of the dress.

"you think so? it fits nicely." your hands ran down the sides of your body, enjoying how the dress accentuated your figure.

"it does .." farleigh swallowed thickly, letting out a light laugh. it did* fit your figure nicely. it hugged your curves in all the right places. from chest, to waist, to backside..

farleigh blinked his way back to reality before clearing his throat. he nodded his head towards the door, signaling you to follow him as he buttoned his cuffs. you and your boss walked down to the dining room, walking in just as the chef walked in with the dish tray.

"right on time mr. start." margaret gleamed. benji waved excitedly towards you, briefly thanking the chef for his plate.

"you look so pretty miss [y/n]!" exclaimed the son, cheesing towards you. you smiled sweetly, thanking him before noticing farleigh had pulled your chair out next.

"thank you sir." you blushed quietly, avoiding his gaze..

"farleigh*, [y/n]." he pressed, playfully holding up a finger.

"thank you, farleigh." you spoke softer than last time. the chef brought you your plate, uncovering it for you. it was sirloin dressed in a homemade wine roux, set over broccoli and mashed potatoes. the plate was garnished beautifully.

"oh wow, this looks amazing s– farleigh." you quickly caught yourself from using mannerisms, smiling up at the tall man. you grinned and looked at the chef, who nodded his head softly before making his exit. benji's plate has smaller portions, and his meat was already cut up into smaller pieces.

you, farleigh, and benji all dug in, a comfortable silence enveloping the room besides the sound of dishware clinking. you took occasional glances towards farleigh, sharing the brief seconds of eye contact. you couldnt fully pinpoint it but something had been different with farleigh today. maybe he had been nervous, but it just seemed more, easily flustered today. was it the stress? maybe he was tired? you didn't dwell on it much, because he looked better now. maybe it was the food helping him.

mr.start did look much more relaxed, maybe a bit of a content glow coming from him too. he was so pretty to you. you didnt think it much but your boss was such an attractive man.

"miss [y/n], will you come over more? i missed you alot." benji sputtered out, tilting his head your way. you nearly choked at such a powerless question towards you.

"well," you cleared your throat, gently dabbing the corners of your mouth with your cloth napkin. "me and your father will have to discuss, sweetheart." you grinned cheekily towards the man, who had the most adorable clueless expression to him face. you notice his face pigmentation became more rosy again.

"well benji, what are your ideas?" farleigh cut into his serving, raising a brow towards his son. benji began to smile again, giggling.

"babysitting me again!" he exclaimed before stuffing his mouth with another piece of broccoli.

farleigh chuckled as he chewed his food, shrugging with no contest. his brown eyes found your [e/c] ones, his smirk subtly sitting on his mouth.

"i- heh," you diverted your eyes out of bashfulness, staring back up to meet your boss's. "once a week, maybe on the weekends? and, of course, if you need me for more days of course, sir." farleigh's smirk grew, looking as if a light in his mind was going off. he nodded at your words before looking at his son.

"sound good benji?" farleigh questioned, getting a very happy benji nod as he ate his food. the entire interaction left the entire table in quiet small smiles from everyone. you and farleigh began to share more glances within the next 5 to 10 minutes of eating, everyone beginning to finish their plates. small silly conversations broke out now, you and farleigh entertaining benjamin's silly little thoughts.

"im serious daddy! if dinosaurs were alive, i would go horseback riding with triceratops!" you giggled at his statement, nodding impressively.

"oh of course benji. i would ride a t-rex and your father would ride a ..brachiosaurus? you know the once with the long neck?" benji burst out in a fit of giggles, while looking at his dad.

"do you– do you think he would sit near the brachiosaurus's face or near his body?' benji said between laughs. it was clear the boy was imagining the silliest of things about his father on a dinosaur.

"oh i definitely think next to the head so he sways like a seesaw." you laugh, noticing farleighs face becoming fully red as he crossed his arms, enjoying the sweet interaction between you and his boy. farleigh had a glimmer in his eye again, enjoying a beautiful trustworthy woman laughing and giggling with his sweet boy. he made sure to remember this moment before interrupting. he was already holding himself together enough.

"alright benji. time for bed young man." benji wiped his mouth before standing up, he hugged his father first, accepting several forehead kisses before coming over to hug you.

"g'night miss [y/n]." he whispered, making you gleam. you kissed his cheek before responding with a 'goodnight love.' margaret took benji's hand and exited the dining room.

"well," farleigh sighed, standing up. "wine?" he offered, helping you out of your seat. you nodded, and followed him to the front kitchen.

he grabbed a different bottle from the last time, labeled shiraz, making you briefly remember the last time together. how peaceful it was to see to mr. start in such a casual setting once more. how tall* he is up close. how warm he was.

"im glad you enjoyed today, [y/n]." farleigh hummed as he rolled up his sleeves. he then undid his tie and unbuttoned his first 3 buttons. his chest peeked out ever so slightly and his forearms briefly caught your eyes, causing you to focus primarily at the granite island.

"the pleasures all mine, sir. i loved seeing benjamin today." you adorned, shrugging softly. farleigh grabbed 2 wine glasses this time, your eye catching the difference. he seemed more relaxed this time around.

"i hope you can hold your alcohol. this is a little stronger than pinot noir. shiraz is a bolder, drier wine." farleigh explained, pouring half glasses for the two of you.

"i'd say i'd can definitely hold my alcohol pretty nicely." you boasted, taking a first couple of few bold sips. it was nice and cool, but seconds after the alcohol began to warm your chest and stomach. you were glad you ate. it was a stronger wine, but you honestly preferred it due to its decedency in fruity flavor.

"so, are you really okay with ..babysitting once a week? i apologize for just throwing you out to sea, [y/n]." you quickly waved your hand in the air, shaking your head.

"its completely fine, really. i dont do much on the weekends anyways. and i'm fine with taking care of him when your babysitter cancels again." farleigh couldnt hide his excitement, staring down his glass with a smile.

"thank you, [y/n]. i'm glad you enjoy my son's company." farleigh sipped his glass again, clearing half of the half.

"if anything, i'm glad you allowed me to see this part of your life, farleigh. even as a secretary, it makes me feel like you can trust me greatly." you expressed happily, sipping your wine to stay near farleighs pace. deep down you were sightly competitive, only slightly. when someone tests you, you tend to enjoy to prove them wrong. you could hold your alcohol, but due to farleigh being way taller and bigger, you were sure his body could handle more than you.

"i do trust you, [y/n]. it means alot to me that i found another person to trust with my son." farleigh laughed breathlessly, briefly remembering his first few babysitters. benjamim did not enjoy them at all. finding his most recent one was a god send. margaret had recommended him to a nanny company. farleigh walked to your side of the counter, leaning up against the granite and he looked down at you. he downed the rest of his glass before grabbing the bottle to pour another.

"i feel like youre testing me, sir." you articulated sheepishly. the brunette raise a brow, his pearly whites beginning to show as he laughed.

"if you can't hold your alcohol, [y/n], youre fine to only have one glass." he teased, pouring another half glass. you scoffed and downed the rest of your first glass holding it out for another. farleigh playfully held his free hand up in surrender, also pouring you another half glass.

you could already feel the effect of your first few ounces of shiraz. you felt good, warm even. the air around you gave you a soft yet secure hug and allowed your shoulders to relax.

"i'm not letting you outdrink me farleigh. just because your the boss, doesnt mean you can out drink me." you crossed your arms, turning your nose up playfully. farleigh copied your stance, your eyes catching his toned forearms again. they were a warm brown tone in the soft kitchen light.

farleigh also noticed you had relaxed more, but it was clear you werent lying about holding your alcohol. your cheeks did gain more color them as you became more intoxicated though. the bottle had about less than a half of a glass left in it anyways.

"im not going to outdrink you because i'm your boss. im going to outdrink you because i can, sweetheart." there it was again, that pet name. your heart lurched as it rolled off of his tongue. his tone of voice made it seem like sweet honey. he tipped his glass towards you before finishing his second glass straight. you were slightly baffled, getting a laugh from farleigh at the shock on your face. he hand gestured to your glass, clicking his tongue.

"feel free to prove me wrong." he encouraged. you huffed and grabbed your glass, downing the fruity fermented liquid in one go, just like he did. you coughed quietly as the slightest of burning at the back of your throat, the warmth filling your entire torso now.

"wow." farleigh made a seemingly impressed face and gave you a round of applause, causing you to giggle. you surely felt the buzz now. it wasnt like a harsh intoxicated like vodka or rum. it was a warm and fuzzy tipsiness.

"would you like to finish the bottle?" farleigh held the near empty bottle, shaking it like a tease. still full of stubborness, you went to grab it. but farleigh pulled it back with a shake of his head. he took the bottle to his mouth, and sipped an estimated half of what was left. you slightly couldn't believe what you were seeing, your boss downing wine straight from the bottle. you felt like you were in college again. your eyes then caught a drop of wine that slipped out and trailed down from his mouth and down his jaw. the drop of red traveled down his chin, and over his adams apple. you watched as it bobbed up and down with every sip. for some reason, your body felt even warmer.

farleigh took the bottle away from his mouth, wiping the drop of wine with his thumb and licked it briefly.

"still want to finish it?" the brunette taunted. you rolled your eyes and went to grab the bottle again, but farleigh pulled it away once more.

"farleigh c'mon on–" but he cut you off by moving closer towards you, incredibly close. it startled you ever so slightly but you didn't move back.

"open up." he commanded fenderly, his voice low. you listened with no argument, watching intensely as farleigh brought the mouth of the bottle to your lips. he slowly tipped the bottle upwards and his eyes never left your mouth, watching as you sipped the last bit of wine. the same thing happened and a drop trailed down your chin. as you were about to lift your hand to wipe it, you felt another hand on your chin, concluding it was farleighs. your heart skipped a beat again, another beating in a different place. as u finished the bottle, farleigh set the bottle down and met his eyes with yours, licking his thumb of the wine he wiped off your skin.

your eyelids felt heavier, you were getting lost in the imaginations of your mind. if you had to rate yourself on how drunk you were, you were a 6 out of 10, nearing a 7. you sighed, leaning back on the island whimsically. you giggled cheekily, smiling to yourself. farleigh watched as you began to clearly become wine drunk. if he was being honest, he wasnt that far behind you either, but that was most likely due to downing those glasses in a short amount of time. he rested his chin in the palm of his hand as he watched you smile to yourself.

"you okay, [y/n]?" he questioned with a cheeky smile. you forgot where you were and immediately lifted your head up, turning to the man face who was half a foot away from yours. you gulped, feeling his beautiful brown eyes examining your features. you felt immensely seen right now. the air seemed to thicken and get warmer around you and him, as if there was a magnet pulling you two together. you were in denial though, so much denial. how could a man like farleigh start go for someone like you? it had to be the alcohol in your system. you diverted your gaze and leaned up off the counter to open the fridge to breathe a little. you didnt know what to feel.

"i-i'm kinda craving chocolate.. i remember it goes well with wine." you mumbled loud enough for farleigh to hear. you tried your best to seem busy, looking at anything that was in the fridge. you found the chocolate almost immediately but wanted to stay clueless, having the alcohol to blame if farleigh asked why you couldn't see it. farleigh watched your person inquisitively. his body pulsed and his jaw clenched. the pining was beginning to irk him. farleigh slowly walked over, looming right over you. he purposefully placed his hand over yours that was holding the fridge door open, slowly closing it. he leaned down into the hollow of your neck and spoke calmly into your ear.

"i have my dessert right here." you shuddered, fully shuddered under the heavy aura of a man and exhaled shakily. you eyes subconsciously closed due to you his breath tickling your ear. the brunette was so gentle with you, slowly turning you around to face him. your back touched the face of fridge, chin tipped upwards to look at the abnormally tall man.

"sir–" you started, swallowing thickly from the anticipation.

"farleigh." he corrected in a slight weary tone, his gaze glossing over towards you.

"farleigh .." you whispered back in echo before meeting his eyes. his face inched towards yours slowly, as if he was silently asking for permission and your parted lips seemed to of given it to him. he kissed you gently, so gently it didn't startle you in any way. it was a smooth transition. his arms found your waist and yours cupped the sides of his face. farleighs tongue tasted of wine and slight accents from dinner.

farleigh kissed you more confidently now, keeping the same soft pace. maybe it was the wine but he wanted to savor every moment of this, and every flavor of you. he heard the slightest meek moan from you, causing him to reach further down near your thighs. he swiftly picked you up and placed you on the island. a brief gasp escaped your lips from the new point of view, frankly enjoying it. you smiled softly at farleigh who also grinned at you before continuing to kiss you. you wrapped your arms around your boss's neck comfortably and pulled him closer with a quiet mewl. farleigh kept his hands at your waist, his hips sliding in between yours.

"fuck," farleigh hissed into your mouth. it surprised you to hear such a sharp word come from him. he was becoming impatient and picked you up again, walking out of the kitchen with you secured in his hands. "let's get out of here." you were dazed from the wine and heated makeout session but you were sure on where he was headed.

farleigh opened his bedroom door and shut it with his foot, gently placing you on the bed. you stared at him as he stared at you as he kneeled doen briefly to take your heels off. slipping off his own shoes, he threw his tie to the ground. he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and began on his slacks. his hands were slender and clean with the slightest of veins against the surface of his skin. something about the way he swiftly undid his belt caused another heartbeat between your legs. you could see the tent in his slacks growing, slowly becoming shy. it had been a while for you, and a while for him. so truth be told, you were a little hesitant on becoming intimate.

"turn around for me?" he asked nicely, a smirk threatening to form. you rotate your body so you were sitting on your knees, feeling farleigh's lips on your nape. you gasped slowly, gripping the red duvet under your palms. mr.start continued to kiss and lick your nape and shoulder as he slowly unzipped your dress. his lips followed his fingers and went lower down your back as the dress opened up. your back slowly arched away but farleigh held you in place but your waist, enjoying your small whimpers and gasps as his mere touch.

god..

his hands peeled the dress off your body exposing your purple place bra and underwear. you felt incredibly bare now, crossing your arms over your torso.

"dont," started farleigh. "youre gorgeous, [y/n]." you blushed hard at his words, rotating to face him again. farleigh dropped his slacks to reveal his black briefs with a very prominent hard on, climbing into bed with you. farleigh slid between your legs, pressing his hips into yours. your gasp was cut short by him capturing your lips against, kissing you more eagerly this time. the sound of his groans and your lips detaching and reattaching made you even hornier. you honestly can't remember the last time you had sex and so you were pretty excited yourself.

"farleigh– ..sir–" you tried between kisses. but farleigh wanted to devour you right then and there. he limited himself not to scare you away, so he kept things a medium level of intimacy. he kissed you till you were light headed and allowed his hand to slide down your stomach, in between your underwear to your core. the feeling of his digits pressed up against your pulsing clit made you fully pulled away from his kisses to throw your head back. it was the slightest of touches to come but god did it send a shiver down your spine.

his fingers began encircling your clit, carefully watching your facial expressions. the way your brows furrowed and your lips parted. how you tried your best to keep your sounds down to whimpers and stutters. "let them out, [y/n]. there's no one here but me." he murmured into your neck. as if that was a warning in itself, farleigh wasted no time in entering a finger. your eyes widened at the sudden penetration and your hips nearly lurched at the new wave of pleasure.

"s-shit–.." you seethed. your whimpers heightened in sound and farleighs other hand held your head as he added another, watching your bodily reaction. he loved it.

"you're doing so good, [y/n]. watch with me." he requested, tapping your cheek with his thumb. you forced yourself to focus your rolling eyes and look between each other's bodies. you watched his long, smooth fingers pump you slowly, your walls constricting against them. your eyes briefly met his and a smile appeared on his lips. feeling flustered again and you threw your head back once more.

"ah ah, i didn't say you could look away." farleigh asserted, gently picking your head off the pillow and directing it forwards yours and his hips again. you continued to watch, with your eyes glossing over with tears of pleasure as farleigh fingered you deeply. your moans became more prominent now, basically sucking his fingers in. you needed this, you needed him. farleigh then slowly pulled his fingers out before making eye contact with you, licking his fingers clean.

thats ...so hot.

he then went and took off your underwear, along with his. while you tried your best to not show surprise, his laugh confirmed that you failed. he was big, and long.

"i'll go slow, dont worry." he reassured, rubbing his warm, pulsing cock between your already soaked second pair of lips. maybe it was the wine but your body radiated with pleasure. even with him rubbing up against you, felt amazing. you caught yourself rolling your hips too, the sight turning farleigh on even more.

"ready?" asked the curly brunette. you gulped and nodded, focusing on his cock lining up with your entrance.

"no, [y/n]. look at me. i wanna see every expression you make as i enter you." farleighs fingers securely held your jaw up to look at him and him only. the lewd sight between your hips was now in your lower peripheral. be penetrated slowly through your folds, your jaw dropped slowly at the slight burn of being stretch mixing with the warmth of longing pleasure.

"farleigh–" you gasped, staring solely into his eyes. farleigh himself bit down on his lip as he entered you. you were wet, and tight. and he had* to bite down harder onto his lip to stop himself from ramming into you. from the day he met you, he was smitten by you. farleigh wanted you, and it was only a matter of time before he decided he was going to get you.

"i know baby ..you're doing so good.." he groaned tenderly. your eyes unforgivingly glanced down at the sight and he caught it.

"focus, [y/n]. on me." he cooed. your moans got loud as he filled you inch by inch.

"there you go, good girl.." your eyes rolled back at the pet name, the whimpers escaping uncontrollably now.

"ah ah, you're doing so good. cmon now, " he continued to coax, finally pulling back for the first thrust.

"yes, [y/n], good good girl.." you let out a broken moan, then another, and another. oh god you nearly wanted to shatter beneath him already. he was filling you so much. a tear trailed down and farleigh immediately kissed it away.

"i-it feels ..so good, farleigh–" you mewled. you stared at him with such a submissive gaze, all teary eyed and trembling under such a man.

mr.start pressed his body against yours with his hands securing themselves deep in the duvet. he lengthened his thrusts, rolling his hips faster and he listened to your lust-filled sounds. he began to leave several red, pink, and purple colored love marks everywhere on your skin while fucking you deeply.

mr.start fucked you steadily, watching your body buck and pull in pure bliss. you'd angle your hips upwards, farleighs cock rubbing right on your sweet spot. your walls convulsed and your gasps got lighter with a more staccato rhythm.

"oh god ..oh god–!" you cried. your walls convulsed and you came quickly and sudden. you suctioned around farleigh, orgasming intensely. your hips bucked with eager and it didn't help how mr.start continued fucking you through your orgasm.

"h'ah– [y/n]– oh fuck.." moaned farleigh. your orgasm set a chain reaction to his climax. his large hands secured themselves atop of your hip bone and continued fucking you through your orgasm as well as his. by this time, both of your legs trembled uncontrollably, and a wave of embarrassment washed over. you put the back of your arm over your mouth and one hand on your thigh, trying to control yourself. farleigh exhaled deeply, smiling at you before quickly realizing your state. he made sure to stay still as he placed his large hand on your thigh. his eyes presented concern.

"did i go too rough, [y/n]? are you okay?" he questioned, kissing your cheek in affection. you flushed a pink and shook your head.

"n-no ..you were ..perfect. shaky legs usually mean a good sign, sir." farleigh 'ohh'ed' softly at your response, beginning to chuckle. then the smuggest of smirks plastered across his face and he winked, slowly beginning to remove himself from you. as he exited you, you felt as if you could relax a bit more now, forcing yourself to breath slowly. you fully laid back on the pillows, your shaking legs dying down to a subtle tremor in muscle.

the brunette went to the bathroom and your ears caught the sound of running water. farleigh came back with a small green, presumably wet towel. you flinched softly at the cold wet cloth but relaxed soon at the temperature difference. farleigh wiped you down from your neck, down your stomach and cleaned the mess between your legs. he wiped himself down with the other side of the towel before dropping it on the floor and laying back with you.

his arms engulfed you, the covers entangling themselves between the two of you. you gazed into his eyes and he stared into yours, stroking the side of your cheek.

"i enjoy your company, sweetheart. stay with me for a bit." farleigh suddenly said. your heart jumped, but you immediately smiled. you scooted your body closer and nuzzled into his chest.

"of course, farleigh.”

hope u enjoyed! ♡♡

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t4tails · 5 months ago

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i know its an older post but irt that incest post sometimes i feel like ppl just dont and cannot get it until it happens to them. i couldnt even comprehend it as a possibility until i was 14 staying at my uncles house for a while and i still cant comprehend it as a thing that happened to me sometimes. i think its bc ppl feel security with their families in that sense— even if theyre abused in other ways, its like, “well, i know them and they’d still never do THAT.”

perhaps its bc we are still not educated about the dangers of incest as children. ever. we are taught stranger danger. we’re taught what inappropriate touch is. and when we’re a little older we’re taught to recognize grooming behaviors, but we’re never taught about what its like when it comes from family members— and what’s more we’re taught to assume the best from family members, to think of them as the exception to inappropriate touch or behaviors, when they DO make us uncomfortable instead of recognizing those behaviors as red flags. then one day it becomes too late, like it did with me. and maybe that contributes to the idea that its a non-possibility in some people, that it only happens in fiction.

the most i’ve ever seen presented to children as a red flag irt incest is the idea of a mother’s boyfriend or a stepparent acting inappropriately, but that still comes from the angle of “you havent known them for as long so this means they could also be a predator.”

we still don’t fully address what the commonly cited statistic “most sexual abuse comes from someone the survivor knows” MEANS. its not just friends. not just partners. its your family, too. its people you’ve known all your life.

but ultimately— i’m finally making my point i promise— the reason we dont address those things is because the idea that children should be able to turn to their community when their family fails them is too controversial, and not just among families that support incestuous abuse. “if my child knows they can confide in a teacher/neighbor about anything, they might become rebellious. god forbid somebody other than me contributes to my child’s development!”

people prefer the heightened possibility of their child being subjected to incestuous abuse over their child having any semblance of autonomy.

sorry for the long ask i’d usually post this to my blog but this is not something i’d be okay publicly speaking about.

hi sorry this took a bit to answer that post IS from a while ago and i wasnt sure how to respond, because i have fortunately never experienced that type of abuse myself and dont have much to add beyond agreement. i didnt want to just leave this in my inbox though since its clear you put a lot of thought into it.

i think a lot of the opportunities for incestuous abuse stem from the traditional family structure not actually prioritizing protection or comfort, but control that feels threatened every time somebody tries to bring it up. nobody wants to actually prevent it because that would mean acknowledging family as a potential threat, as well as breaking down the ways the controlling of sex and ownership by said family is already normalized in culture (ex. fathers vigorously defending their daughters virginity, etc). this is all why imo discussions on this should go hand in hand with childrens rights and body autonomy, but even in these discussions its rare to see it actually brought up

its really something that needs to be talked about more, but people struggle to see past "alabama" jokes and fauxcest porn

#og post #ask #anon #incest cw #for context a post i made about incest being incredibly normalized is getting notes again #realized this is probably incredibly out of nowhere if you havent seen it LOL #oh and this isnt even getting into how frustrating it is that so many people go to thoughts on this topic are essentially eugenics

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cupoftaae · 2 years ago

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I am once again begging for your donations of a fluffy smut :P

I LOVE FLUFFY SMUT thanks anon, you are a real one

Warnings- smut: oral (f receiving), fingering. (dni if ur under 18...im looking at YOU) this is kinda cute, they are so lovable and that deserves a warning imo

I hope you enjoy!

Mariposa- KTH drabble

“Hurry up!!” You giggled as Tae ran down the sidewalk with you, hands entwined as the rain fell hard from the sky. “Why did we think it was gonna be a good idea to go out before a storm?” You shout, laughing as you caught your breath once you reached the front door of taehyungs apartment.

“Hey, that picnic was worth it” he frowned, putting the key in and pulling you inside. “It was” you whispered to yourself as you stepped into the dark apartment, feeling cold once the AC hit you.

It was you and Taehyungs 1 year anniversary of dating, and you both had been so busy with work earlier this morning, so you promised that you would find something cute to do, and he suggested a small picnic in the park.

How could you say no to that?

“Come on baby” he smiled and led you upstairs to help you get into more dry clothing. you walked into his room and turned the light on, greeting the tiny dog that excitedly approached you.

"here" he handed you a tshirt and shorts

"thank you, can I shower quickly?" you asked, taking the clothes

"mhm" tae smiled, collapsing onto the bed and cuddling with tannie as you went into his bathroom to shower and wash up.

you wiped off all your makeup and began to apply facial cream, hair still tied up in a towl. "how long are you gonna be?" tae whined, feeling tired.

you peaked out to the room, he was still sitting on the bed watching tv. "be patient, beauty is pain" you teased

he groaned and looked over at you

"why do you care? something planned?" you ask, eyebrow raised.

he smiled and shook his head shyly, "no.."

"then be patient"

and he was, (reluctantly), for the next 20 or so minuets. You finally came out with blowdried hair and lotioned skin, collapsing onto the bed with him.

"you smell good" he whispered and pulled you closer to him, making you giggle. "thank you, I try"

tannie jumped onto the bed and cuddled up with you before taehyung picked him up gently and began to walk towards the door, making you sit up. "why are you taking our baby?

He laughed and placed him out in the hall, closing the door behind him before coming back to you. "because..."

"because..?" you tease

he shrugged, gently pressing kisses to your jaw once he was on the bed

"oh I see" you blushed, poking him jokingly. "I thought you didnt have anything planned hm?"

"well its true, I dont plan it." he smiled, gently moving to hover you "but you look so good, and i'm only a man"

you laughed and looked up at your boyfriend before your lips finally met, both of you humming in unison. "thank you for a good night, my love" you mumbled between kisses. "dont thank me yet" he spoke, his hand coming under your shirt to rest atop your braless chest. Your face grew red, something taehyung didnt fail to notice.

He took pride in knowing that after a year of being together, he could still make you shy like this.

"tae...." you whine, his hand gently squeezing your breast as his lips attack your neck, making sure to leave evidence. "what baby? tell me what you need" he whispered, teeth sinking into your most sensitive spot, making you moan.

you couldnt even respond, mind going completely blank as your boyfriend sat back to look at you. "hm?" he hummed

"I dont know" you whispered, giggling.

"thats alright" he smiled, laughing a little. "is it ok if I eat you out?" he asked casually, making you cover your face and smile like a teenager.

"yeah..." you mumbled feeling his hands trace along the hem of your shorts, "so I can take these off?" he asked, making sure you were ok.

"yes, you can, im sorry im just ..." you jokingly squeal as he laughed again. "dont be embarrassed baby, youre beautiful and I love you" he spoke, making you smile brightly.

"ok, I love you too" you brought his head down so you could peck his lips, "you can continue" you added, making him chuckled. "yes ma'am"

His fingers gently hooked onto your shorts and underwear, sliding them down yours legs and tossing them off to the side, exposing your bare center.

You shivered as you felt the cold air against you, taking a deep breath once tae leaned forward to press a kiss to your lower stomach, going slow before reaching the top of your cunt, stopping. Your thigh was gently hoisted so it was over taes shoulder as he now sat at the end of the bed on his knees. "you good?" he checked back in, looking at you

"im good" you reply, feeling his lips kiss along your inner thigh, wishing he would just get to where you need him already. "youre so wet" he couldnt help but exhale a laugh, his finger coming to swipe between your folds slowly, collecting the slick. Your breath hitches at the contact, about to tell him to stop the teasing before he suddenly attaches him mouth to your clit.

"oh" your hand clutches the blanket next to you as his tongue starts with small tight circles, making you moan. Tae felt like he was in cloud 9, you smelt so good and to him, there was no better way of showing how much he loved you than with his mouth.

He pressed small kisses along your pussy before flatly pushing his tongue back against your bundle of nerves, making you arch your back. "mhmmm, so good" you whine "more, please" you whisper faintly.

he pulled away suddenly, making you lift your head, "be patient, baby" he teased, mocking your words from earlier. "so beautiful, and all for me" he whispered, more to himself as his 2 fingers traced along your labia gently. "tae...please" you try pleading again, throwing your head back in pleasure the minuet his dips his two fingers into your cunt. "ah, fuck" you moved your hand to cup one of your breasts, squeezing it as the other hand reached down to hold your thigh.

he began to pump his fingers, pushing them in quickly and retracting slowly. "you ok?"

"mmmm" you moaned, pushing your hips against his hand

"i'll take that as a yes" he smiled, beginning to curl his fingers once they were deeper into you, pushing against your front wall. You gasped loudly, knowing that it wasnt hard for tae to find your g-spot with his long ass fingers.

"fuck, fuck, fuck" you were almost embarrassed at how fast your orgasm began to build, sweat forming along your body as tae's fingers continued to press against your sweet spot.

Tae knew you were close, moving forward to return his tongue to your clit, flicking it lightly as his hand never stopped pumping into you.

Your hand flew to his hair, gripping tightly as you pushed your hips up in pleasure, the tightness in your abdomen growing quickly.

"Tae I-, ahh, Im gonna cum" you mumbled, fully aware you were a moaning mess. "let go, sweetheart, cum on my fingers, you can do it"

he quickened his pace, all thoughts completely going blank as your orgasm finally hit, washing over you wave after wave. You covered your mouth as you moaned loudly, arching your back and rocking your hips against his face. You were practically seeing stars, feeling tae's hand gently pull out of you. "good job, baby, did that feel good?" he asks, moving up to your face and kissing you.

once you caught your breath, you nodded, smiling. "yeah...it did" you giggled, kissing him in return as he gently laid on you.

"happy anniversary, my love"

"happy anniversary my sweet girl"

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asktheplethaura · 2 years ago

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If Only , If Only - Unicorn Wars Fanfiction

((Chapter Thirty))

((Is it Tonga time? I think it's Tonga Time))

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hey, I recieved a bit of a personal message from a fan of my works and I wanted to have a short- real chat with you all about your commentary, my books, and my lack of common communication. I don't ignore your comments just to ignore them. I am sorry it comes off that way. I am elated to see everyone's commentary and it always makes me happy to see theories in the comments or even just small notes or compliments.

I don't respond to the comments as much, because I personally think I get a bit annoying to talk to. I will start responding more, I promise. I just didn't want to drive anyone off because of how weird I can be outside of my literature works.

Caricias finally entered the medical building, locating the conjoined rooms that his troops and the strangers were in. Opening the door, he heard an irking creak as the un-oiled hinges of the room's barrier screamed his presence to everyone in the room. He just finished opening the door, so it would quiet down- a clear expression of annoyance etched across him.

"Sargento. There you are." A short golden-brown and white bear walked over to the sergeant- her brown eyes seeming to be screaming out her nervousness. "Here is an overview of what you have to deal with."

There was an ongoing list of this, that, and the other. Several broken fingers, sprains, potential severe PTSD, emotional disconnection, being severely underweight, a severely damaged leg, a lost arm lower-arm, a missing eye, and many re-stitched scars.

Caricias leans against the wall, looking at the seven beds and multiple chairs spread through the room. Most of the troops that were from Troupe Lone Owl were awake. A couple of them talking Pandi as the black and white bear was quite social from the get-go. Pandi was currently talking with an ash brown bear with intense orange eyes. Something about the eyes was off-putting though. It was as if the young bear never blinked.

Looking over the files again- Caricias compared the file he found with the young soldier. The ash brown bear seemed to be named 'Pherne'. Speckled white marks on some parts of his face made him look a bit like a deer.

The thing that Caricias was taken by though, was the profile picture in the profile for him. The left side of his mouth- all the way down to the center of it- was completely seutured shut. This factor, in itself, seemed to highight why he wore a bandana. Caricias shook his head, trying not to stare. It wasn't his business after all... he couldnt just say something about it.

Closing the door with just about as much noise it took for him to open it- Caricias sighed- trying to avoid triggeringany of the young soldiers still in their hospital beds. He intended to give them a couple weeks before he actually asked any questions. He already dreaded the fact he would need to get several statements from them- as to why they all made a decision to shoot their own commanding sergeant.

Not like his own troops weren't tempted to do the same thing. Honestly, a little longer and the bigger bear sergeant would have liked to do the same thing to Sergeant Scruff- but in a more painfully long way.

Achuchones and Sonrisas were playing cards on Coco's bed- over a small table that covered the blonde bears leg- for a steady surface. Specifically when he was eating or drinking something. His damaged limb, on the other hand- was elevated off to the side.

Coco didn't really seem to mind- keeping himself from smoking as much as possible while he was in the building. Specifically because of the younger bears in the hospital beds nearby.

Despite all of them showing signs of at least trying to eat to re-regulate their weight- the younger soldiers all seemed distant and a bit disturbed. Perhaps talking to them the day after would be better- that way they all had time to process everything, before more overwhelming questions. In this regard and sergeant and his troops were all on the same page.

These bears were barely old enough to be considered adults and now they have witnessed things that almost no adult could ever fully recover from.

It was all sorts of wrong and no matter how many times someone complained about how the world was unfair, it would not change the fact that it had happened and the only thing they could try to do from there was find the best way to try and ease yourself of the pain- and move on in life. Even if it is difficult.

"Goldfish." Achuchones smirked, sticking out his tongue as Sonrisas's smile seemed to quiver for a second. The orange bear was loaded up with cards, and Achuchones only had two left in his hand. Coco was just watching them play for now- impressed by the fact that Achuchones wasn't even cheating. The fluffier bear was either just that good with the deck or he was that lucky.

It was one of the two.

"Alright, do you have an eight?" The orange bear sighed, handing over his card- before flopping his head into the table with a bit of a groan of frustration.

The green-blue bear only laughed a little bit, patting the other on the head while putting the two cards into a pile on his side of the table. "Now now, Sunrise, don't take this so hard, I am just good at the game is all. You should see me play poker. I get told that I am quite the menace." Achuchones looked at his last card, before a sly smile played on his features. "Your turn."

Sonrisas looked through his many cards, and flopped down his head in disdain. "Do you have a queen?"

With a satisfied glint in his eye- Achuchones grinned, before making a dramatic pose and blinking his eyes in a bit of flirty way. "Oh come on now. Of course I do." This seemed to make Sonrisas more frustrated- before the other extended out his paw to grab the card with another deep sigh. However, he never received it. This caused him to look up expectantly. To this, Achuchones only smirked and stuck out his tongue, before laughing a little and striking another pose. "I am the queen. You seem so distraught in my presence, it bringeth me shame..."

Achuchones pretended to make hurt gesture of holding his hands over his heart, before pretending to faint.

Sonrisas seemed to cheer up immediately before laughing with the other, and mocking a bow to the other. "I deeply apologize, your majesty. I have seen the error of my ways, and promise to do better. I bring you no shame, nor ill will my liege."

Coco laughed a little bit at the scene in front of him, before leaning back in his bed.

"Touching as this is, I am not bowing with you, Sonrisas. Just put in a good word for me, okay? I am going to bed..."

The rest of the night was just a wide range of the soldiers all comforting each other, and attempting to have fun and lighten the mood.

Caricias even joined in every little while. For a moment, this hell-prison they called a military camp could have even been called a place that felt like home.

((To Be Continued))

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flower-lily-kail-dia · 2 years ago

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Dadzawa and deku part 5 🥲

(this is both povs just a last minute change anyways enjoy!)

"....." = talking *....*= action /...../= thinking -......- = muttering

Aizawa's pov: As i saw problem child fall asleep i took off the extremely soaked clothing off of him (The Jacket and shirt btw he put the jacket around his waist so his shorts we're just more damp then usual )and I saw something else that i think i wasn't supposed to in Midoriya's mind of thought. Then I put on a big black hoodie so he wasn't cold.

I then went into the bathroom to get a small towel to put on the kid's head. once i got back i soon saw problem child asleep peacefully while my cat, Lady Lilac (Nemuri called her that) purred on him.

I walked to problem child to put the towel on him as i started to walk to the kitchen to make some soup i felt a slight tug. Problem child who was still asleep managed to grab my arm to stop me from going. What he said next shocked me

Deku:"Stay dad don't leave me.." So I decided to stay. I put izuku's head on my lap while massaging his head. He soon shifted so his head was on my chest. Not wanting him to be uncomfortable i lied down and started to read a book.

✨Time Skip✨(2 hours later)

Deku's Pov: I woke up in the same room. With something cold on my head feeling it felt like a soaked towel. Setting my arms down realizing a fluffy black blanket on me. My arms felt stiff so i rolled up my sleeves to find them freshly bandaged even though they we're soaked before. Causing me to panic.

I soon tried to get up but a strong weight was holding me down. "Rest problem child" hearing the voice caused me to panic more after clicking everything together

--I jogged for 2 hours in the rain-

-I fainted and injured my hand-

- I believe I am sick because of the towel on my head-

-Mr. Aizawa bandaged up my cutting sc@rs and the injuries-

-Mr. Aizawa is here..-

-WAIT Mr. Aizawa is here!!-

*Having a panic attack because of the stress*

Aizawa's Pov: I felt the weight on my chest lighten alittle and saw problem child trying to get up i then pulled him down and told him to rest although what felt like he seemed to understood he soon started to mummer.

Not long after he started to shake I quickly put down my laptop that i was grading work on and saw that Problem child was having a panic attack.

"Problem child?"

he didn't respond

'Kid?'

still no response

"Midoriya?"

no response

"Izuku??"

He then looked up eyes at the verge of tears hands on his head gripping his hair hard. He then looked back down to trying to stop the tears but it was already too late he already started to cry softly.

"Problem child im going to say the numbers 1-10 you try to think of something to rhyme with it ok?"

he slightly nodded

"Ten"

"Den"

"Nine"

"L-line"

"Eight"

"Hate"

"Seven"

"Heaven"

"Six"

"M-mix"

"Five"

"Dive"

"Four"

"Floor"

"Three"

"Tree"

Two"

"Stew"

"one"

"D-done"

He still seemed to shake alot but calmed down abit

"tell me 5 things you can touch"

"My h-hair, your arms, the b-blanket, the c-couch and the bandages"

"good now 4 things you can smell"

"The h-houses air refresher, your c-cologne, *cough*the s-smell from outside cooking and the *cough' smoke from people smoking *cough* outside."

"Okay good" *Goes to close the window*"Now 3 things you can hear" *Sat back down with midoriya leaning against him*

"Your breathing, the n-noise from the T.V and the cats p-purring"

"Your doing great now 2 things you taste"

The salt from my tears, and a faint taste of meat from lunch.."

/lunch?.. Why didn't he eat dinner?../ "Now 1 thing you can see"

*looks up* "Your worried face"

"Good" he wasn't shaking anymore but still was crying softly..

"Problem child..." *set his arms out for Midoriya to hug into*

Deku's pov: Aizawa-sensei managed to make me calm down. Although now i was worried if he was mad at me or not..

Mr. Aizawa then put his arms out I couldnt turn him down i just couldnt i soon found myself ontop of him lying down crying softly into his chest.

.../God I'm such a BÜRDĘÑ..../...

(Dang my hands hurt anyways i hope you guys are liking this even though i still havent seen one like on any of my posts rn idc bc i just started this acc. TwT but also because then i can read my own fanfics! :D.... Dam im lonely anyways enjoy the rest of your day bai!)

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cynettic · 3 years ago

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Stay with Me pt.3

Summary - You manage to escape from Scaramouche, if only for a moment before you realize there’s no escape. It only takes until you’re sitting back in your regular spot that you know what you need to do.

Pairings - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warnings - Suggestive content, mentions of death, swearing, slight gore / blood

A/N - Its really hard to make this depressing while I’m vibing to Rasputin. Like no joke- I have it on one of the 1 hour playlists :D

Here you’ll find - pt.1 and pt.2

He’d left a key.

Scaramouche didnt make mistakes, not while he had you captive in the vicinity of his bedroom. He didnt have room for mistakes, not when you were watching his every movement while he was in your line of sight.

Sure, he mightve killed a person or two in front of you, but those were necessary mistakes. There was a sign on the door, it specified not to enter. You’d understand that, right?

Thats what he thought at least, lulling himself into belief after belief that you’d be there waiting for him every time. That you’d welcome him with open arms, even if there were chains ensnaring your wrists. That you’d accept your fate at his hands and submit yourself to him.

The Balladeer was a fool.

He’d kept you there for too long, and while you searched for an easy way to escape, time sent your head spinning. Into a spiral that begged only for the wind against your face, back laying on dirt with the familiar chirping up birds waking you up in the morning.

You wanted to go outside.

And when push comes to shove, you had to risk a little more to make it happen. Lure him into bed with kisses while your hands unbuttoned his vest. But what he believed to be alluring contacts was just your way of finding the keys hidden in the back pocket of his shorts.

It wasnt hard to find the one to your cuffs while he was asleep, cuddled in your chest with both arms around your waist as if to get you to stay put. You took the key, hiding them back in his clothing and hoping he didnt notice.

He didnt say anything the next day.

You werent going to wait any longer.

“Oh for fucks sake, why won't the goddamn door open?”

The room was left in tatters behind you, a little gift for Scaramouche once he got back. Turns out a pair of chains can smash up a lot of things, and rage can be used as a great source of strength when contained for such a long time.

But you’d done more than throw the blankets around, cut up the drawers and smash open the windows. Because your fists had bled red when you punched through the glass, puncturing your skin. Your knuckles were an ugly red, bruising already.

Ah, Scaramouche deserved a much better gift.

Gruesome as it was, you rubbed your knuckles against the pale walls. Till the blood stopped coming, till there was a nice little message for the boy which you held so dearly to your heart.

‘Balladeer.’

The first time you’d found out about him being a harbinger he’d told you not to call him by that name. You weren’t someone he associated with by work, you were a treasure to him. That’s why you continued to call him as he pleased, although the temptation always arose.

You were no longer his.

Shoving the door with your hand again, palm fiddling with the handle and groaning when it hardly budged. “Stupid,” you grumbled when the knob began to loosen. Backing up, you charged with your shoulder to the door, full force as the momentum broke the hinges. The door fell down with you along with it.

It was expected, you’d been stuck in the room for a long time, and thats considering you’d sat on the ground for decades. Your body was slight numb, muscles sore and unused for so long.

“You a-arent supposed to leave your room!”

A young man stood in the hallway along with a woman who looked relatively the same age. The two were wearing uniforms, flinching when you stood up from the debris and off the door. “Excuse me?” You asked, voice unnecessarily icy and stern. But you couldnt care less, you were going to get out of this house, damn anyone who stood in your way.

They both continued to shake when you walked towards them, staggering from side to side. The woman stepped up in front of the man, presenting a brave face. “If you leave the mansion, the harbinger will kill us all!”

“Well then I expect you should be on your way then. Actually…” you gestured to the maze of hallways. “You can lead the way.”

“What…?”

Your hand went limp to your side, an exasperated looking momentarily crossing your face before you sighed. “Im not staying trapped in that room, I’m sorry if that ruins your life, but frankly you're not the one stuck in there are you?” You took an extra step just to intimidate them, eyes wide to make the appearance of crazy. “It would be a great help if you showed me where he hid my vision too.”

“We can show you to the door…” The man began, “But the whereabouts of your vision are unknown, he wouldnt tell us something like that.”

A gift bestowed from the gods, a piece to help me thrive with my ambitions and pursue my goals.

Gone.

You really wished you’d taken to clawing out Scaramouche’s face instead, but you’d take what you got. Right now your main priority was getting out of this place, even if it meant leaving a piece of you behind.

“Door.” Your voice was raspy and there was a terrible feeling that crawled up to your throat, but you didnt have time to be emotional. “Show me where the door is… please.”

The conflict in their eyes dissipates by the time they lead you along, mumbling words between themselves. You didnt bother to try eavesdropping, you were so, so tired. You wanted to go home.

Anywhere. Anywhere but here.

It took a few minutes until you were standing in front of a grand door, almost twice the size of you and just as wide. You then began to notice the decorational plants and furniture that filled the empty space, there wasn't an inch of dust. Even though you could tell none of it was used.

“Hurry,” the man warned when you paused. “I dont know when our master is coming back, but if its soon, we’ll all be screwed.”

You couldnt feel your head as you numbly nodded, hand clenching the knob and flinging the set of doors open. “Thank you,” you merely mumbled, taking your first step out of the house in what felt like forever.

The days after that were a blur, the area around Scaramouche’s house were nothing but void. Empty and filled with forests and vast plains. You knew he didnt like people or socializing in general, but to this extent?

Your only option was to run.

Let your feet take you somewhere, anywhere. It was a constant pattern of running and taking breaks, leaning on a tree and gasping in a few breaths before you were again scurrying through the forest.

And yet you felt better than you’d felt in past months that you’d been stuck with Scaramouche.

Food became any boar you came across, the claws you’d spent so long hiding with Scaramouche coming to unleash a wrath beyond your comprehension. Till the animal was cut to shreds and no meat was left even to eat. You’d slaughtered it, without intention to eat or benefit for it, you’d killed it just to kill.

“I’m sorry,” you’d sobbed into the ground where you’d buried the harmless animal. Forehead pressed into the dirt as you pleaded for forgiveness to whatever archons would accept it. You couldn't even remember what archons you were supposed to pray to. “Forgive me- forgive me…”

But eventually you found your way around to somewhere you knew. Territory of Inazuma where you could find your way back, back home.

Where was home?

You’d been on the run from the vision hunt decree, abandoning your post for the Kitsune Saiguu for such a thing. Even now that you could return without a vision and as no threat under the decree…

You’d sacrificed everything for your vision.

Where were you to go now…?

Rain patted down, the trees providing only a slight cover as stray drops fell into your matted dirty hair. You didnt mind, it hid the tears that slid down your lifeless face, feet taking you into the far meadows of your hometown. Till you plopped down underneath a tree, knees curled to your chest and arms hugging them close. You were crying.

You were home.

____________________

“Awh,” a ginger haired murmured, elbow resting on the cool wood of the tabletop. “Is little Mouchie sad? I heard your kitty cat escaped~”

A death wish, even fatui that idly minded themselves around the bar knew it. Sipping cold drinks and swirling their cups, the soft chatter was nothing but a distraction from the main course of events. That being the smaller Harbinger who sat sulking in his seat, hunched over with a drink in hand. He’d drank far more than what was on the counter, but everytime he finished a glass, he’d smash it on the ground, watching the fragile glass shatter into pieces.

“I dont have a cat,'' was his only response, tone daring Childe to pursue further. To give him a reason to start throwing the glass in his face instead.

And Childe was an idiot when it came to challenging someone.

“No cat?” The rest of the drink in the taller harbinger’s glass was gone when he threw his head back. “Hmmm, I cant think of what else could’ve had you so enraptured in returning home then~!”

Scaramouche didnt respond, uneven bangs shadowing the bags under his eyes. “Stronger,” he said instead, elbow on the counter and hand outstretched for something. When there was no movement from the man managing the wine, the harbinger looked up. “I need something stronger to drink,” he repeated, voice seething.

“Of c-course!”

The glass was nestled in Scaramouche’s palm in no time, fingers curling around the circular form to down it in seconds. The drink merely slid down his throat in one movement, alcohol burning his senses. It didn’t matter, he was numbed by the growing rage inside of him.

Finally, he turned to the ginger haired boy, eyes hazily dancing along the counter till it reached his fingertips. Up his hand and along his arm, till Scaramouche was staring right into Childe’s eyes. “They escaped,” he admitted softly. “But it’s alright, because I sent something that’ll bring them back.”

Childe paused, raising his drink up away from his lips to pose a question. Hesitation danced along his features before he brought the glass back, he’d rather not provoke the shorter male any further. Wasn’t like he could interfere anyway.

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“That… that…”

It was preposterous, having returned to that same spot for a day or two and heading back to the hometown you’d once lived in. The one Scaramouche had lived in. There shouldn’t have been an issue, you were solely gathering supplies for the sake of it, ambition driving you to travel far far away.

Out of Inazuma.

It was your new beginning, convincing yourself that you didn't need a vision. Finding some sort of purpose before Scaramouche shattered the vision and your life along with it. You’d seen how people had reacted when it had been ingrained in the statue, neutralized and broken. They lost hope, purpose and aspirations for anything new.

It’s not like the Raiden Shogun took my vision.

But you’d taken that fact for granted, expecting some sort of new start without Scaramouche. A victory, getting away from him just for a split second and getting out of Inazuma altogether, you’d never see him again.

Until you got his message.

“How the hell…” You crushed the note until it was just crumbled paper in your hand, slowly leaning on the stone wall. “Piece of shit… what kind of person even…”

Not only did he manage to find you, but without making his presence known, he’d tugged at your one weakness with an ease that had you down on your knees.

You threw the paper to the ground, deliberate as you stared past the alleyway. Pensive as you considered your options. Damn, what options did you even have? You’d been an idiot to underestimate Scaramouche, he wasn’t a child, you knew that… but archons he seemed like one when he was with you. Shown you a vulnerability he wanted only you to see. But maybe that had been part of his plan all along, until all you believed was his soft demeanor.

He may act like a child, but he’s a harbinger.

You stared down at the crumbled piece of paper in disgust.

Not only that, but he has no regard for human life.

Either way, you’d lived decades more than him. You could face him, you would present yourself to him just as he expected you to. Even when everything in you rejected the idea, sobbed at the thought of returning to that house, those chains. Being locked up and confined only for the purpose of coddling a small boy, a selfish boy, a cruel boy.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

You’d figure out a way, and this time you wouldn’t rule out the option of his death.

———————

Oh darling Y/n, how have you been?

I hope this letter reaches you rather soon, we both have much to discuss, no? About me, about you, and much more. You see, I’ve taken up quite a distaste to your little friends. Stone statues in Inazuma as small as Kitsunes truly hold no purpose, what will they do, come back to life? Haha, I should think not. I’ve already arranged to have them demolished, who knows what kind of material they might possess. Ah, and of course I’d show you the finishing product, unless you’re willing to come and have a chat with me once more? Under the Sakura tree like we used to, you’ve waited years, I believe you can wait for me?

I hope this letter reaches you in best interests. I’m always looking out for you after all.

Sincerely, your Balladeer

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It was raining.

Beautiful weather as you lay sitting there, feet crossed and tucked in the same you’d often do. After all, there was no need to fear the vision hunt decree or the Raiden Shogun. Let them come, let them take care of you before Scaramouche did.

You werent cold, not when the cold drops dampened your clothing, slipping down the length of your spine and drenching your face. Despite having lived in a luxury residency for such a long time, this was where you were most comfortable, enduring whatever the weather had for you, taking it with a smile. Because you were waiting…

The Kitsune Saiguu was a distant memory.

You were waiting for Scaramouche, the young boy that often bound into the field in lengthy strides, childlike wonder in his eyes. The one who’d cried when the other kids pushed him away, the one that just wanted to be praised. You’d held him in your arms, and now, even knowing the results, you wouldnt have done differently.

He was just a boy.

Just a boy when he joined the fatui, looking for praise that he was given. He created chaos and bellowed orders with a cruelty that was highly looked upon. Told that he was doing well, so he continued to do so.

He’s just a boy.

You wished you’d held him in your arms, if not only for a tad longer. Shield him away from the wrongness of the world, if only for one last time.

Banishing away your hatred for him was hard.

But you found it under the tree, rain soon dimming down to a clouded cold breeze that swept through the meadow. You’d hated him while stuck in the mansion, but you could now see it from a larger point of view. What he did was wrong of course, but you could remember him so vividly now. His small form giggling, tiny arms around your neck.

“Play with me!”

Was it your fault?

For not holding him tighter? For trying to rectify his bad doings and teach him what was wrong and right? Maybe if your grip was firmer, if you’d spoken to him about the warmth he’d given you that day when playing cards...

“Lazy ass.”

Burying down that pile of worry and insecurities, you took a deep breath in to relax. The edge of your lip perked up, only slightly. “Still terrible with your social skills arent you?”

Slowly securing a dry space under the three with you, Scaramouche sat down. His features were the same ones you’d grown accustomed to at his mansion. Rich clothes, sharp eyes, and the baby face that refused to go away. His movements were soft as he pulled out a deck of cards. The two of you didnt speak as he distributed them between you both. It was tense… no, it felt too much like the warmth form long ago to be tense. You only wished the situation to be different.

“I love you.”

But you could only offer a bitter smile to his words. “I love my vision,” you replied. “I love the Kitsune Saiguu, and I love my friends.”

His touch was gentle when his fingers came to gently cradle your cheek. Holding your face dearly as he peered into your eyes, his were soft. Different from the cruelty he held within, the hatred that burned and destruction that seeked to explode.

You saw a little boy.

Your hand came to press his hand further against your cheek, till you slid his palm to your lips. He appeared so calm when you pressed the first kiss, lips tracing the lines along his palm with all the care in the world.

But you needed to change your view, see him as the man he now was. As the man he had become.

“I love you,” he repeated, and you let go of his hand. It fell limp by his side, cards all but forgotten. There was a much more pressing matter at hand, because you truly needed to see him as he was.

It was necessary if you planned to kill him.

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i-cant-sing · 4 years ago

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Hey I have a yandere erasermic obsession. I don’t know if you do angst but what if they were punishing reader and she gets really exhausted and passes out. They think they killed her, I know this is dumb and you don’t have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable-🍓 anon

Yandere Erasermic punishing reader

I've missed these two a lot😭

Anyways, enjoy! Check out my MASTERLIST for more!

Yandere Erasermic:

"Hey! I'm home! How are my darlings- Shou? You okay?" Hizashi asked as he entered his home. He was looking forward to spending time with you and the hero, but judging by the pissed off look on Aizawa's face, it didn't seem like happening.

Aizawa was taking deep breaths, his eyebrows furrowed and face contorted into a scowl. God, what did you do now? Hizashi couldn't help but wonder that, as he slid onto the couch next to his husband.

"What did she do now?"Hizashi asked, resting his head on Aizawa's chest as his arms wrapped around him.

Aizawa closed his eyes in annoyance, his own arms engulfing Hizashi as he let out a huff. "She's so ungrateful."

Hizashi lightly chuckled at that, waiting for him to continue. "You know what she did today? She tried to escape. Again. I don't know how she got the code to unlock the main door, but she opened it. She barely made it 2 steps out the door before I pulled her back in. I was taking a shower and she thought she could make a run for it. " Aizawa runs a hand through his hair, but Hizashi suddenly caught it. He looked at his husband's hand, it was turning a nasty shade of purple, and was red around the knuckles, slightly swelled. "Shou, babe... what happened to your hand?"

Aizawa exhales deeply, closing his eyes, trying to control his anger. "Our sweet little darling happened. After I got her back in, I told her to apologise. You know what she did? She spit at me, screamed all kinds of profanities. When I took her down to the basement to chain her up, she tried attacking me." Aizawa clenched his jaw. "I was only going to leave her there for the night. But what she said to me next... Hizashi, I lost it. I punched her." Hizashi's eyes widened. He knew Aizawa wasn't one to lose his temper easily, he knew he wasn't one to resort to violence immediately. So the blonde could only wonder what in the hell did you say to him. "Shouta... what did she say?" He asked softly, almost afraid of the answer himself.

Shouta looked at his husband, trying to calm himself when he told him what you barked out. "She said...she said that she wondered how UA let... let creeps like us around kids." Hizashi's eyes widened. If there's one thing he knew about Aizawa, it was how deeply he cared about his students, treating them like his own children. He prided himself in being their teacher, and so the nerve of you to even say something so disgusting like that, Aizawa was bound to snap.

"I cant believe she'd say something...so horrible. I'm so sorry, Shou." Hizashi whispered, nuzzling Aizawa's neck. The pro hero only grunted. "Whatever. I think it'd be good if she stays down there... for 2 weeks. Yeah that'd be good. And no dinner tonight either. I don't want to put up with anymore of her bullshit." Hizashi only nodded, but then caught another look at his hand and he stood up, pulling Aizawa along with him to the kitchen. Hizashi pulled out a bag of frozen peas and started applying it on his bruise hand to reduce the swelling.

As the two ate dinner, Hizashi couldn't help but worry that if Shouta's hand looked like this from the punch, then what did the receiving end look like. He chose to remain quiet on that matter, not wanting you to ruin the night anymore.

The next morning when Aizawa woke up, he went downstairs to the kitchen to find his husband. Hizashi who was almost done plating up, greeted Aizawa with a kiss. "So, should I take this plate down to our baby bird?" Hizashi asked, already knowing Aizawa didn't want to see you yet. You had really hurt him. Shouta nodded as he took a sip of his coffee. "Be right back." Hizashi pressed a kiss to his lips before going to the basement.

Hizashi opened the door to the basement, walking down the stairs, hoping to see you greet him like the angel they know you are deep down. But when he got down there, he saw you were still asleep on the floor, your limbs still bound to the chains. Your face was turned away from him and Hizashi wasnt sure if he wanted to see the damage that was done to your face.

Hizashi just called for you. “Love, I’ve brought breakfast! Eggs and hashbrowns! Your favourite!” When you didnt respond, he just sighed before placing the plate on the floor. Your chains were long enough to for you to reach it, and while Hizashi wished nothing more than to feed you himself, he knew you needed to be punished.

As he went up the stairs and out of the basement, he couldnt help but feel a sense of dread creeping up on him.

“Do you think she’ll be sorry after her punishment?”Hizashi asked his partner. Aizawa rolled his eyes. “Unlikely. But she’ll learn to think twice before she says stupid shit like that.” Hizashi chuckled, but secretly hoped that would be the case. He got up from the couch where he and Aizawa sat. “I’ll go get her plate.” They were done eating 2 hours ago, but still waited for you to finish up because they know how stubborn you are.

When Hizashi walked down the stairs, he wasn’t surprised to find your plate untouched. You would always do that the first few days, before finally succumbing to your hunger. Pointless, really. But what disturbed him was how you were still in the same position he had seen you in 2 hours ago. And it was coming to him how still you looked, he couldn't see your body moving a single muscle, he couldn't see if you were breathing.

Hizashi walked towards you cautiously, waiting for you to jump up and scare the crap out of him. But his breath hitched when he finally saw what had happened to you.

A big bruise had formed on your cheek, swelling and taking all the shades of the purple, blue and green. But the worst part was seeing the blood and a clear liquid dripping out of your nose slowly, forming a pool around your head.

He turned you on to your back and started shaking your shoulder. “Darling? Wake up, baby. Its me. Baby, wake up.” But your body remained unconscious. He started tapping your cheek, only then noticing you weren’t breathing. All the alarms went off in his head. “SHOUTA! COME DOWN OVER HERE!”

Shouta rushed to the basement, wondering what stunt you pulled now. But seeing your limp body in Hizashi’s arms, blood coating your cheeks, he knew something terrible had occured. Aizawa ran towards his partners, looking at your bruising cheek. “She’s n-not breathing. She’s not fucking breathing, Shou!” Hizashi sobbed as Aizawa took your wrist in his hand. His blood ran cold when he found no pulse. “What are we gonna do?! She’s dead! Our baby is dead!” Shouta blocked out Hizashi’s voice. They both cant be panicking right now. Aizawa turned to his partner. “Hizashi. Bring her up. I’ll get the car out.” He commanded. “H-hospital? Shou, its too late-” Hizashi cried out but Aizawa gave him a stern look. “Bring her up. Now.”

They got to the hospital in fairly record time, passing you over to the doctors while Aizawa made up a story of how they found you in an alley. Only after the doctors left them alone did it dawn on Aizawa how serious the situation was. He killed you, didnt he? You would still be alive if he hadnt hit you. How could he ever claim to love you when he hurts you-

Aizawa shook his head, he could wallow up in his guilt later. For now, he needed to comfort his husband and pray that you make it through somehow.

A few hours later, the doctors had given them an update on your condition. You made it, barely. Something had hit your face and damaged some part of your brain, causing there to be a very slow heart beat. But you're all okay now, since they brought you in time.

When they were allowed to finally go in, thats when Aizawa finally broke down. Seeing you unconscious, knowing he almost killed you, it got to him. Hizashi wanted to console Aizawa, but he couldn't bring himself to leave your side. Hizashi pressed soft kisses to your temples, wiping his tears that fell on your cheek, while Aizawa stood to your side. He wanted to hold your hand but he was afraid to hurt you again. As the duo sat by your side, they made a silent promise to never hurt you again, at least not physically.

After that incident, you'll never be left alone. The two are always breathing down your neck, drowning you in love, looking at you with even more fondness; obsession and protectiveness swirling in their eyes, right there with guilt.

Aizawa would never apologise, but that doesn't mean he's not sorry. You would often wake up to him looking at your bruised cheek with worry, caressing it so gently, as if he'd break you. He'll be a lot more demanding with physical affection, always wrapping his arms around you, forcing you onto his lap and tucking your face under his chin as he cards his fingers through your hair.

You didn't think Hizashi could be anymore overbearing, but you were proved wrong. He'd panic if you were out of his sight for more than 5 minutes. Always worrying, paranoia creeping up on him when you're not in the same room as him. And when he would finally find you (mostly in the bathroom), he'd check you all over for injuries, not trusting your assurances.

Punishments aren't violent anymore. They're humiliating. Pulling you in their laps and feeding you by hand, talking about you as if you're not there, making you take baths with them(not showers because they end too quickly), making you sleep with them, naked.

And the couple won't lie, but this form of punishment seems to be far more effective. With how quickly you turn docile, folding in on yourself as if you could hide from them... its cute.

But hey, its better than getting beat, right?

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technowoah · 4 years ago

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Hi! If you do tommyinnit x reader (romantic), I would like one where reader is tubbo's sister perhaps? She would have the feature reader has still not tubbos. Maybe they meet when tubbo and tommy meet up and he just kinda starts to like her? If not that's ok! -paw <3

Prepare For Trouble Make it Double

I hope this suffices 😋

Requested!

Romantic(?)

Tommyinnit x Tubbo's sister!reader (blurb?)

⚠︎ its tommy so it'll be slight swearing-

It wasn't a secret that Tubbo had siblings, he had Lani of course, but what people didn't know that he had another sister closer to his age.

You tended to stay out of the spotlight, for reasons. Streaming was interesting but not your fortè. You usually tended to stay behind the camera when Tubbo was streaming or off to the side quietly talking to him as he did his own lore or sitting on Lani's bed doing your own thing listening to her talking to her viewers.

Your siblings never tried to convince you to go out of your comfort zone and appear on streams, only once in a blue moon you would talk to Lani out of frame. Lani of course would respond, the chat would freak out asking if you were a friend, finally the moment was gone as fast as it came.

Thats how days go in their household. Tending to hover around eachother and whatever they were doing at the moment. But it was this one particular moment when Tubbo was streaming and he suddenly decided to bring you on to show his 700k viewers that he had another sister.

He had pulled up a brown folding chair next to him and patted it beckoning you to sit down in frame.

Tubbo was currently streaming on the Dream SMP, you didnt think he was doing lore today so you hesitated a little bit. Other days you wouldn't have budged out of your spot out of sight, but he looked so excited in his yellow jumper you had bought for him whe going to out to the shops.

In a unrelated note You remember saying that "yellow is your color" and he ended up buying it, and his stans loved the jumper. So a win win.

"C'mon Y/N!" He yelled as continued to pat the folding chair next to him.

You ended up shuffling over to the seat next to him and smiling at the camera. Over in the corner of your eye you saw the chat which was going 1 million miles an hour. You saw some comments that were basically copypastas of other comments in the chat. It was basically nonsense, now the only thought in your mind is that you're going to make an uproar on twitter.

"This is my sister chat!" Tubbo said while shaking you around by the shoulders making the both of you laugh.

"Yes chat! I have more siblings" he continued while rocking back and forth in his gamer chair.

He continued to answer more questions and ask you some too, wanting to include you in the stream.

"Lani isn't the only one! My big sister is just shy."

"I just chose not to be on their streams! I was in the background of Lani's streams though."

"Out of frame. Dosent count." Tubbo said bluntly while still walking around SnowChester in the Dream Smp not looking your way.

You could still see the chat in the corner and you couldnt tear your eyes off of it. It was slight glare from the lights and the sun shining in his gaming room. He always had the lights bright in his room. The chat was spamming purple hearts and either still freaking out that Tubbo had a sister. It was getting old to you, so you decided to lean into Tubbo's space focusing on his screen as he quickly hopped around the map.

He continued talking to chat about anything else, but your presence. He continued to talk about gathering supplies and what he needed to bring back to SnowChester. You knew a lot about the Dream Smp lore because you weren't in it. Spending time on Twitter interacting with people and their theories and also making theories and showing them to Tubbo and him debunking them, or accepting them in some way.

"So we need some more lapis." Tubbo said suddenly after being quiet for a while.

"I can help you!" You said wanting to be apart of the stream.

You might as well, you're already here.

"I dont think you can help, 'cause you're not on your account. Plus it'll be awkward with your laptop." Tubbo said while speeding through his water transportation system.

"Well I can just point it out to you." You said while leaning back into your seat.

"Talk to the chat while I go mine for lapis."

"Fine then." You smirked as you turned your attention to the speeding words in the chat.

"Is there a slow mode on this?!" You laughed.

Tubbo laughed as well. "This is on slow mode!"

You both screamed in fake agony and then turned your attention back to the chat where the you caught a few questions. You were about to answer until the chat stopped for a quick second and you saw one comment out of all for a quick second.

✔tommyinnit: HI TUBBO'S SISTER IM TOMMY LETS MAKE A VIDEO TOGETHER

After that comment the whole chatt was just spamming the word 'TOMMY' or 'TOMMY IS IN CHAT'. That confused you even more than that comment.

When you did know about the Dream Smp you also knew a little bit about who Tubbo hangs out with. You knew about the time Tubbo had met up with Wilbur Soot, Philza, and Tommy. And that prompted you to look up their individual accounts and get into their content.

You knew about Tommy and his character and channel, you enjoyed his content a lot as well, but you wanted to play around a little bit. Hopefully Tubbo will play along.

"Why is the chat spamming Tommy?"

"Tommy? You know Tommy don't you?" Tubbo asked with a small bit of shock in his voice.

"No I dont, who's Tommy?" You asked again, acting oblivious.

"Oh. Oh well then, Tommy is like my best friend, we're actually meeting up soon!" Tubbo said with excitement.

He continued. "You hear that chat! You get Tommy and Tubbo content!

You had lost interest in Tubbo talking with his chat about hanging out in Brighton with Tommy again. Your eyes drifted towards the chat again and saw Tommy comment in the chat again.

✔tommyinnit: HOW DARE YOU NOT KNOW WHO I AM

✔tommyinnit: I WILL NOT MAKE A VIDEO WITH YOU ANYMORE

"Well Tommy I dont have an account so, sorry I cant get you views whoever you are." You said responding to Tommy with a smirk.

"Woke up and chose violence huh?" Tubbo laughed and you joined in as well.

"Tommy chose violence today too."

"You both are violent you will be nice together." Tubbo said with his focus still in his screen.

"Together?!" You exclaimed.

"Yeah together!" Tubbo said matching your energy.

You rolled you eyes and continued answering other comments instead of thinking about Tubbo's answer.

After that whole, incredibly longer than you thought, stream Tubbo decides to invite you along to their little meeting. Which you didnt know how you found yourself walking along Brighton's rocky shore in old Crocs. You were walking along the shoreline letting the cold water come up and hit your feet every so often.

He was waiting for Tommy at the moment, but you wanted to walk for a bit, he let you ho on by yourself while he waited for Tommy by himself.

You were quite a long way from where Tubbo seated himself on the rocks, you were doing your own thing looking at people who stared back at you for temporarily blocking their line of view of the shore, and little kids who decide to run away from their parents who weren't paying attention. Your peaceful walk got interrupted by your thoughts because you were quite a long way from Tubbo's resting place.

You started to head back, following back the way you came, but this time picking up the pace a bit to reach your destination. As you came upon Tubbo you saw a taller figure approach Tubbo and they seemed to greet eachother, it was hard to see where you were standing. Of course it was Tommy so the two of them started talking about who knows what, until Tubbo pointed your way.

As you kept walking, Tubbo continued to wave you over enthusiastically. You waved back with the same energy, finally making your way over to the both of them.

"What's up?" You asked the two of them with a smirk.

"Nothing much! Apparently you two haven't met before! So Tommy this is Y/N! Y/N thjs is Tommy!" Tubbo user hand gestures to introduce eachother.

You held your hand for Tommy to shake it, "Hey Tommy! Im a big fan."

"Big fan?! I thought you said you didn't know me?" Tommy exclaimed.

He was a lot less shouty in real life, than online. He was still loud, but to a lesser extent.

"Yeah I lied back then." You sent him a huge grin.

Tommy scoffed and groaned a little, "I cant belive you fuckers lied to me."

"Im actually a big fan. Well not big, but a fan at least." You laughed.

Apparently you and Tommy were the only ones standing while Tubbo typed on his phone while sitting back on the rocks not paying attention and letting you both talk amongst yourselves.

"Oh! That's an honor that Tubbo's big sister like my videos." Tommy's eyes widened slightly as he talked to you.

"Big sister only by 1 year! It's close!" Tubbo complanied, looking up from his phone.

"It still count big man." Tommy said to his friend.

"Thanks Tommy!" You thanked the tall man standing next to you.

"It's only a year! It dosent count! We're the same age!" Your brother continued to complain.

After the laughter and joking around calmed down you and Tommy stood there awkwardly until he spoke up again.

"Well good thing I know what I have to deal with. I cant deal with one of you, now I have to deal with two." Tommy joked around taking a seat next to Tubbo.

The exact moment when Tommy took a seat next to Tubbo, Tubbo shot up from his spot on the ground.

"Do you think we can do Uber Eats here?" Tubbo asked as he stood up.

You say down next to Tommy. "Yeah maybe if you go to a certain place and not say "the beach".

"I'll go to the pizza place and order there. What do you both want?" Tubbo asked, ready to put in any order.

"Just get McDonald's really." You sighed leaning back on the rocks.

"Im not hungry." Tommy said bluntly.

Tubbo nodded and walked away from you both leaving you two to sit in silence for a while with the small waves crashing, and kids having their own fun. It was a comfortable silence to you, but Tommy kept figeting over where he sat criss-crossed.

Tommy finally spoke up. "Im actually fucking starving ya know?

"No I don't! You should've asked for food!" You laughed in disbelief.

Tommy sighed. "Do you want to get some food and ditch Tubbo for now?"

Your eyes widened, not opposed to the idea, but was this his plan the whole time?

He continued on, "We could go sit at that pizza place and order some food there. Just the two of us until Tubbo freaks out."

You opened your mouth to protest leaving your brother in the dark, but he beat you to it.

"Dont worry about Tubbo! Stuff rolls off his back easy."

"No it dosent-"

"Yeah it does! You wanna just go out with me now?!" Tommy exclaimed.

"Are you getting annoyed?" You asked amused at his words.

"No I am not I just-"

"Yeah I want to go to the pizza place now. I would love to Tommyinnit." You smiled at him and he smiled back.

Both of you got up and made your way over to that small pizza diner close to the beach. You only could hope this goes as well as you wanted it to

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selinakidreams · 4 years ago

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here’s a lil something for baku (and you) to enjoy on his birthday <3 all apart of the bakugo birthday bash hosted by the lovely @jodrawssmut @phasmwrites @katsukikitten @bakugotrashpanda @lady-bakuhoe @ramen-rambles ! !! thank you guys so much for letting me be apart of this <3

pairing: (established relationship) QUIRKLESS AU kiribaku x fem! reader

word count: 3k+

warnings: alcohol consumption but sober sex, oral (f receiving), mentions of throat fucking, mentions of spit roasting, lots of mentions of spit <3 (and exactly one spit into a mouth), very light degradation, praise

a/n: this is my first time writing with three characters kdjdkdk it’s way out of my comfort zone and I only had 6 days to write it,, but I did it!! trust me I wanted to write more but I actually wanted to make it to baku’s birthday so !! don’t be mad at the endiiiiiiinnnngggg <3

The jazz wafted throughout the empty bar; your silk dress falling from the edge of your seat. It has been a slow night for the bar. You leaned your head into your hand, elbow keeping you sturdy as you swirled the drink around it’s glass cup.

Your friend's party became a bit too feral for your taste, but you kept your word and stayed as long as you could for the sole purpose of seeing her smile, but then they showed up and you saw yourself out.

The dim lighting made your eyes droopy with no action to keep your brain going, so you take another swig of your drink before swiveling in your chair to face the other side of the bar.

Floor to ceiling windows greeted you, giving you the perfect overlook to the twinkling city lights below. It was incredible how your friend could afford a room in this hotel for her party.

You noticed a movement in the corner of your eye; someone had entered the bar.

You turn back to face all the expensive drinks displayed on the shelf, the perfect excuse to catch a quick glimpse at him. The contrast of his hair against everything else in the room almost made your eyes pop out of their sockets.

Platinum blonde hair tufted out like an explosion, a satin red shirt that danced with the warm light of the room, black slacks and from what you could tell, some expensive ass shoes. Too dressy just to be here for some drinks.

Wanting to see more but not willing to fully stare at the man, you signed and waited until it seemed like he got settled on the bar stool before saying, “Is it your party that’s on this floor? It seems like quite the... experience.”

Your voice came out smooth and velvety to bakugo’s ears, not that he would ever admit it. He scoffed before taking a second to look at the stranger who was daring to talk to him. His first thought settled in his mind and accepted it, almost prompting for silence- waiting to see if you would push to talk to him again.

From what you could tell, he was scanning you up and down. He opened his mouth to say something; his pink plush lips looking extremely inviting as they began to mouth something.

No sound came out for the next few seconds, showing he decided to keep his thoughts to himself. He closed his mouth and took out a phone from his pocket, the screen illuminated his face as he began typing something out.

With this newfound light, his features became even more alluring- which couldn't be said for most people. Perfect porcelain skin, his profile pointed and devilishly handsome.

He’s well aware that he still held your attention, so when he slid his phone back in his pocket, he responded to your previous question, “yea, that’s the one. I’d rather stick it out instead of hearing them complain about me not going to my own party for the rest of the week.”

By the end of his sentence, he had a glass of something amber in his hand that seemed to look a lot like whiskey. He didn’t spare you another glance but you could tell he expected to hear a response.

You hummed, slightly nodding your head, “The party I had to go to is upstairs and it’s… a lot. They're all just talking about expensive this and designer that and I couldn't listen to another word so I had to get out of there…” you trailed off at his silence. Noting that the conversation wasn’t going anywhere, you introduced yourself in hopes to continue interacting with him. You knew his type, and you knew in some way, he was going to surprise you.

“Bakugo Katsuki.” He said in turn.

You slowly nodded before posing another question.

“So Bakugo, not really a party goer?” You attempt to ask, only to get a huff in return.

“not one for small talk either, i see?” You add at the end.

Another few quiet moments go by before he responds

“If I was a party goer, I’d be at my own party wouldn’t I?” He quipped back and your eyebrows shot up as you raised your hands in defense.

“Well hey, I dunno ! For all I know you could have had a really rough night and this specific bar could be your saving grace. Could possibly use this night to drown your sorrows away behind a whole bottle of what… whiskey?” You say, ushering to his drink before turning to face your own, knowing he probably didn’t like being pegged as such.

“but you wouldn’t do that. You’re a strong man who knows what to do when things get bad, huh?” you continue, sprinkling praise to his dignity. He seemed like the type to prioritize that.

He didn’t do or say much in terms of a response but a small smile grew on your lips seeing how his body suddenly released a bit of the physical tension that was winding up.

You moved a few seats closer to him. If he didn’t like it, he hadn’t said anything.

“So-'' Interrupted before you could continue the line of questions, Bakugo surprised you by asking, “you think you’re better than your friends? Leaving them and comin’ here to drink alone?” his voice coming out gruff and low.

“No, not one bit. I was the one who planned the whole thing for my friend, it’s just unfortunate that she had to invite all those people who aren’t all that nice to her. I can’t stand them. I’ve told them off more than I can count, but they just brush me off. A group of bullies is one thing, but a group of people who pretends to be friends with you then talks behind your back is another.``

Bakugo was quiet, not by astonishment or anger; he seemed to be expressionless as he piped up, “fake people are some of the uglies nobodies out there.”

You turn to look at him before sipping your drink and moving a seat closer. This time Bakugo glanced your way but continued to stay silent.

“You ever beat someone up?” you ask, resting your chin on your palm, tilting your head towards him.

Your second surprise that night, he chuckled. It was soft, the complete opposite to the demeanor he'd been holding.

“Why? You want me to go in there and beat a few of those assholes up?” his eyes were relaxed by this point, no longer sharp and heavily guarded.

“Only because they don't believe I'm intimidating enough.”

“Maybe because you're not.”

You fake gasped, bringing your other hand up to your heart. “Excuse me sir but I'll have you know that I can be quite the fighter.”

“We’ll see about that.”

You hadn’t realized you got so close to Bakugo until you heard the footsteps nearing you both. When a handsome voice called out bakugo’s name, you slightly jumped. Putting as much space between the two of you as possible, you looked to the source of the voice.

Handsome would be an understatement.

With red bangs that framed his sharp toothy smile perfectly and the rest of his hair tied back in a messy ponytail, this man looked a bit taller than Bakugo with a much warmer aura... but radiated the same type of... manliness.

“Bakugo, I just got your text- Mina has been dragging me everywhere to make sure your party’s going well. Is this her?” the handsome man asked, a slight indistinguishable gleam flashes in his eye when he looks over to you.

“Yeah, ‘nd i wanna leave now.” he almost pouted before looking over to you.

“You comin’?”

Your gaze snapped between the two men, only slightly putting two and two together.

Red hair spoke up, “He probably didn't explain it well but I'm his boyfriend, Kirishima Eijiro!” he held out his hand cheerfully, listening to your introduction.

“Not to sound too forward or to make you uncomfortable... but do you wanna come home with us? He texted me earlier saying that there was this hottie in a silk dress and… well…” he trailed off licking his bottom lip as his wandering gaze slowly shifted hungrier, “he wasn't kidding.”

There was a lot happening at once but all that you were thinking was that these two hot men wanted you, and the happy buzz that was coursing through your system couldnt object the offer, so with a quick nod of your head, you were handed a water bottle, guided off of the stool, and into the back of the next taxi they could hail.

The ride was filled with wandering hands and mischievous looks. Kirishima was whispering naughty promises in Bakugo’s ear that you couldn't quite hear, while your attention focused on the big palm that was making its way to the most heated part of your body. The quick inhales that the blonde took went straight to your core, making you incredibly excited for what the night had to offer.

As soon as the door swung open, lips were on lips and clothes were coming off. The rush to get to the bedroom was heated and messy but once you all entered the room, there was an intense shift that even you couldn't predict.

Kirishima spoke first, “So what does my birthday boy want? Does he want to fuck or be fucked?”

With a suck at his teeth, Bakugo knew if he didn’t give an answer soon he’d be met with-

“Better hurry up handsome, or I might just choose for you…” Kirishima hummed, bright crimson eyes hopping on over to meet your gaze, “better yet…”

He was by your side in mere seconds. His huge figure towering over yours, you almost flinched when his bulky fingers grazed up your arm.

“What if you chose for him?” He purred in your ear loud enough so Bakugo’s ruby eyes found yours. Your name rolled off the red-haired man’s tongue like sweet honey, “go ahead, what do you think he would want more?”

Your gaze flickered between them, you couldn’t tell one or the other’s preferences but if they wanted to use you, they could.

“How about… Eijiro… you could fuck my throat and Katsuki… could fuck whatever hole he wants?” You ask, the question raising an octave out of uncertainty.

Kirishima raises an eyebrow towards the man of the hour, slightly amused and completely aroused.

Bakugo is already smirking,“Atta girl, knows exactly what to say.”

Kirishima starts to kiss your neck as Bakugo stands in front of you, occupying your lips for the first time that night.

With one arm wrapped around your waist, he seemed to have rubbed on his boyfriend's bulge before reaching for the zipper of your dress. In turn, the feeling of the Eijiro’s bulge humped your back.

Whether it was your dress hitting the floor or Katsuki’s tongue slipping in your mouth didn't matter, a sharp gasp escaped your lips, causing Kirishima to chuckle and whisper, “get on the bed, princess.” while Bakugo pulls away from you, a string of spit keeps you connected.

With your gaze lustly hazy, you dreamily make your way to the bed, but not without a little show. Before splaying yourself out on the mattress, you stretch out- almost in the child's pose of yoga except you add a deep arch in your back for the sole purpose of showing off your pretty seamless thong.

As you reposition yourself, you glance over to the side to find that both men are now only in restricting briefs, eyes glued to your figure, both palming themselves over their boxers.

Eyes half massed and back flat on the bed, you begin to pout, feeling almost bare without anyone’s hands on you.

As if on cue, they began to make their way over to you, looking oh so hungry.

You immediately sat up and swiped your tongue over your bottom lip, pulsating at the prospect of having two seemingly thick dicks at once… but they were still in their boxers. Why?

“Ya have to ask nicely in order to get a treat, you ungrateful slut.” Bakugo growled before taking your jaw in his hand, squishing your cheeks with his fingers.

“Better yet, beg.” he said with a coldness that heated your core and had your eyes going wide.

Whimpering when he let go, you kept your innocent doe eyes as two sets of starved eyes stared down at you.

“W-wanna get fucked, please. Wanna feel both of you everywhere…” you say as you reach both hands out to palm the silhouette of their bulges. “Please…?”

There was a “christ” that was muttered out before you were pushed back on the bed by Bakugo, then kirishima manhandled you so that your neck was supported by the edge of the bed, your head mostly hanging off.

Even in the midst of the binding tension, Kirishima didn't hesitate to instruct Bakugo to put a pillow under your hips, the blonde eagerly following through with the demand.

“How’dyou want Katsuki to prep you, baby? He’s skillful in every sense but he really enjoys using his mouth.”

The bed shifted and before you could string a thought together, you looked down and lost all ability to think. The sight in front of you was downright sinful. A smirk was pulling at the left corner of his lips as he sunk closer to your clothed pussy, his red gaze now a deep wicked crimson as he watched for your reaction.

You didn't have much time to analyze before a thick hand laced through your hair and ushered your view back to the red head’s now exposed cock. You gulped.

Not incredibly long, a moderate size but with a juicy girth, Kirishima’s cock had a thick vein trailing up his underside.

If you could make heart eyes, you're sure that you'd be doing them by now.

Focused on paying attention to his pretty pink weeping tip, you felt your panties being pushed to the side. As tempting as it was to look down, you kept your sights set on the task at hand. Licking and kissing his cock, mixing your saliva with his precum, you earned a guttural groan from the big man above you, encouraging you to do more, please him more- until a warm muscle was met with your sopping core, causing a high gasp of a vibration to hit Kirishima’s head.

Your mind stopped reeling for a second- it stopped doing anything to be frank. Your hips mindlessly thrust up in attempts to get more of Bakugo’s mouth. He chuckled against you in response.

Moans bounced off the walls the deeper you guys got with each arousing movement; slurps coming from your’s and Bakugo’s mouth were the loudest noises in the room- that was until you moved down to pay the much needed attention to Kirishima’s balls. He couldn't seem to take it when you began sucking and fondling, moaning about how full he looked. He let out an obscene whine that you couldn’t believe came from him but when Bakugo pulled his lips from around your clit, you followed the noise with a similar one.

Unlike Kirishima who had stayed still, you tried to push Bakugo’s face back down out of lack of patience. Somewhere along the lines, the dominating rolls have switched, but you couldn't really find it in yourself to trace back to when that happened.

“You really are a fighter, huh?” he chuckled out before adding, “quit whining shitty hair, you’ll get to fuck her throat once I’m done eating.”

And with that, he dove right back in, causing you to clench around nothing yet and arch your back to get impossibly closer. In turn, your gaze caught the big desperate pleading eyes looking down at you, nearly begging you to do something...

You were so dizzy with pleasure that you murmured a mindless, “I didn't forget about you Eijiro.”, before using your hands to guide his cockhead back into your mouth to coat it in your saliva then pulling off and spreading it down the rest of his length. He bit his lip and let out a cute “mmph!”, which went straight to your abused core. Wanting to hear more, you began to pump his shaft with your messy fist.

With everything going on, you didn’t realize how built up you were. At an astounding rate, your climax crashed over you, making you shriek against Kirishima's dick as you attempted to cage Bakugo’s head in with your thighs. What pushed you even further was the death grip Katsuki had on your thighs and the sinful sounds he was making while lapping away at your juices.

Your hands shot from Kirishima’s cock down to grip Bakugo’s hair, freeing your mouth to pant out breathy praises and a whiney “Katsuki!”.

“Fuck,” Bakugo groaned as he came up from your pelvis once you’ve relaxed, whipping your juices from off of his chin with the back of his hand.

“Kiri, c’mere, you gotta try this,” he said before pulling his boyfriend in for a kiss over your slumped body. Watching their lips meet and seeing Kirishima’s tongue slip into his lover’s mouth sent a dull throb to your core, even moreso when Kirishima sighed into the kiss while his cock twitched upwards, close to your face.

When they pulled away, Bakugo gave one more little peck to Kirishima before looking down at you with a mischievous grin. You mentally gather yourself and sit up, already ready to be told what to do next.

“Open up, sweet cheeks.”

You did as you were told with your tongue out on display, unintentionally closing your eyes as a sweet little “aaah” came out on instinct.

The spit hit your tongue dead on and you had to refrain from automatically swallowing.

A low whisper about how good you were to Katsuki pulled him out of his daze, his eyes darting away from the new wetness on your tongue.

“Swallow, slut.” and so you did.

“You're right Kiri, she is such a good girl… Are you ready to get fucked stupid as your prize?” was the last thing you remember before both of them did exactly that.

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simplimpsstuff · 2 years ago

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Danni x Old man (pierro)

Danni had always been into older men, their shiny white hair, and the wrinkles just always seemed so attractive. They couldnt reach the old men in the ålderdomshem because the men were locked inside to not accudentally get into an accident outside.One evening Danni got an idea, she woud dress up as an old man to sneak into the old man section of the ålderdomshem.... . x - x - x - x -x - x - x - x - x - x “Today is the day.” Danni said to herself in the mirror, slowly taking the box with makeup out. Putting some contour on to make fake wrinkles all over her face, putting a grey wig with some built in bald spots on and getting some grandpa clothes to put on. Last thing Danni did before walking out the door was snatching a rullator from a random old man that was visiting and running off with it to the ålderdomshem. Seeing the big building filled with handsome mature men right there made Dannis face flash a bright red, the thought of their groans and moans filled her mind. Getting closer with each step danni took, the sound of the stolen rullator she was holding rolling on the stone ground. Finally she was at the door slowly pushing it open and walking to the receptionist, putting on the best old man voice she could. “Hi its me Olle Gustafsson, i am back from my walk.” That was a name she had heard from someone out in the courtyard. “Hi welcome back, heres the key for your room.” The receptionist said while handing Danni a silver key with the number 38 engraved on it. Walking to the elevator with a smirk on their face, naughty thoughts running through their head . x - x - x - x -x - x - x - x - x - x While in the elevator it stopped once on the second floor to let a nice old man in, Danni felt her heart starting to beat faster aswell as her face getting warm, this man was their ideal man he had shiny slicked back white hair, those beautiful wrinkles and plump red lips. It was hard not to jump on the poor man and kiss his lips, it was like he could see through Dannis costume, looking at her with seductive eyes. “Hello there, i havent seen you around here before may i ask your name?” a deep yet hoarse voice echoed through the thick metal walls of the elevator. Danni cleared her throat before speaking “Hello sir, i am infact new here, my names Olle Gustafsson.” she carefully looked at the tall man standing next to her. “You are not Olle Gustafsson.” It was like an arrow to the heart, panic started to set in. Dannis plan was ruined, this man would expose them to the staff and she would be kicked out. “Please, sir i am just here on a mission i wont cause any disturbance, please dont tell the staff..” Danni looked at the man with pleading eyes, trying to almost seduce him into not snitching. “Now now lets go back to my room and clear this up.. shall we?” his voice was almost.. flirty in a way. “Yes yes sir! ill follow you” Relief started spreading through Dannis entire body, the plan wasnt ruined in fact maybe she found her man.Danni had discarded the rullator at the elevator, she was already exposed so why continue to bring that annoyance around? “The names Pierro by the way.” the tall man walking in front of her said. “Danni, my names Danni.” She responded in an innocent voice, “That is a very cute name, dear.” With those words spoken she couldnt do it anymore, ripping off the grandpa clothes to reveal the dress Danni wore underneath, aswell as the wig. Speeding up her steps a little to reach Pierro and take his hand. “Thanks for not telling staff..” Pierro looked down, a shocked expression on his face, his mind filled with thoughts that he couldnt control. “Anything for a cutie like you.”

Not too long after that they finally reached Pierros room, walking inside seeing al the expensive furniture and decorations. Danni soon felt a pair of big strong hands grab her waist, turning her around. “I have something to tell you..” the man who claimed to be named Pierro took of a mask covering his face and threw the wig he had on to the other side of the room, now revealing his long ginger hair. “My name is actually Jens, Jens Bergensten” Dannis eyes widened at those words.. the Jens Bergensten was standing right there, in front of her while keeping one of his hands on her waist and the other one putting on his glasses again. “J-jens? Im a really big fan..” Danni said while looking up at the tall ginger with adoration in her eyes “Oh really? why dont you show me how big of a fan you are?” Jens had the biggest smirk on his face, letting his thoughts run wild. “O-of course master, ill do anything for you..” I CANT WRITE MORE HELPMEEE

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hinaology · 3 years ago

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kyle broflovski x reader

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tags: yandere! kyle, toxic behaviour, he’s only soft for you, talk of premeditated murder/violence, branding/violence, blood, cuddles, reader has mild stockholm syndrome, but he seems too loveable,, potential series??, aged up characters!, everyone is 17, some background ships

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the warmth is intoxicating, he can’t let it go. you’re fast asleep on his chest, body warmth mixing with his. breathing in your shampoo’s scent, kyle let his eyes flutter closed. you were mentally tranquillised, completely passed out, snuggled into him safely. he knew you would only be safe in his proximity, he had to keep you safe. the others didn’t know the extent of the situation, just guessing that kyle was overly protective. they didn’t see the yelling, arguing, the way he had broke you. kyle had managed to convince you that he was the only one who could truly protect you, that it was you and him against the world. now, you two stuck together, through thick and thin and he was so happy.

nowadays, the two of you were seen as the perfect couple, always seen together, always smiling as he walks you to classes he wasn’t in and hides you at the back of the class in the ones you two shared. kyle is always extremely aware of what he’s doing, feeling bad whenever you cry as he brands your skin as his. “kyle.” stan greets, and he opens his eyes. “what’s up?” he asks, tightening his hold on you. “clyde’s ordering food, we were wondering if you two want anything?” the raven haired boy asked, glancing at you when you shuffled. kyle grasps you tightly, asking for anything and watching stan leave.

attention drifting back to you, kyle runs his fingers through your hair. watching you stir makes him smile as you let out a soft noise, nuzzling into his shirt. “darling..” he sings, quietly. you make another small noise, “kyle..?” you mumble, and he gives your forehead a soft kiss. “hey, sleeping beauty. the others are ordering food.” he tells you, and you hum, nuzzling into his jaw sleepily. “tired, darling?” your boyfriend chuckles, raising the thin blanket to check the healing gashes on your thigh. wincing as his fingers rub and press over each sloppy letter, you grasp his shirt tightly for comfort. “don’t worry, it’s healing well.” kyle rubs the cuts, giving your head a loving kiss. you hum, wrapping your arm around his neck as you cuddle into him. “guys, you coming?” stan calls from the hallway. “yeah!” your lover responds, covering up the healing wounds once more. kyle sits up with you, urging you not to fall asleep again as you whine. “c’mon, let’s go.” he smiles, kissing you gently. “but m’tired...” you pout, resting your head on his shoulder. “i know you are, darling.” he gushes, keeping you wrapped up and warm. easily scooping you up, kyle decides to carry you downstairs, and stan doesn’t even question it, just guessing he’s pampering you.

“damn, about time.” cartman scoffs as both stan and kyle tell him to shut up in unison, and your tired form is placed onto the couch where you fall against craig sleepily. “we ordered one of everything on the menu because you guys took a while.” clyde shrugs, and token pipes up, “it was expensive, but don’t worry, i’ll pay.” he smiles, and kyle nods, eyes trained on you. he couldnt hear what craig was saying to you, and it was stressing him out. “kyle, come help me serve drinks.” stan pulls his arm gently, and kyle looks at his friend. “sure.” the redhead follows him through to the kitchen, leaving you behind. as stan gathered cups, kyle prepared alcohol for the others. his mind is racing with jealous thoughts. was craig stealing you from him? would he have to kill him? was he willing to kill for you? he’s hurt people to keep them away from you, but... interrupting his thoughts, a warm body hugs him from behind, clinging onto him. “hey.” you mumble, nuzzling into his back. “hey, you alright?” he asks, putting down the bottle of whiskey.

“mhm, missed you.” you reply, snuggling into his back. stan laughs, “you two can’t be seperate for more than a minute. he was in the other room.” he teases, and you hum, holding on tighter. “it’s alright.” kyle smiles, mainly speaking to you. watching him pour the alcohol, you pepper kisses along his neck, resting your body weight against him. it’s rather comforting to kyle, halting his more unstable thoughts which he’s rather thankful for as he’s known craig for a long time. “i’ll bring these through.” stan announces, taking a tray of alcoholic beverages. “alright dude, don’t drop them this time.” kyle jokes, and stan laughs half-heartedly. “i won’t.” he huffs, leaving the room.

“how’s your leg?” kyle asks, and you hum. “not bad, it stings but... it’s not that bad.” you reply, letting kyle direct you to the counter where he sits you down upon the surface. “i love you.” kyle reminds you, and you smile, pulling him into a hug. “i love you too.” you reply with ease, letting him kiss up your neck. “what was craig talking about?” he decides to ask whilst he had the chance and you freeze for a moment. “he was just joking about how he thinks i’m narcoleptic.” you explain, and your boyfriend hums. “anything else?” he asks, nipping your skin slightly. your breath hitches at his actions. “no.” you say, tightening your grip on his shoulders. “hm.. alright.” he sighs, kissing you sweetly.

your fingers curl into his hair, kissing him back as you cup his head closer. his hands press against the countertop- either side you, as he leans closer, backing you up into the cabinet behind you. you whimper as he bites your bottom lip, forcing them open before slipping his tongue into your mouth. kyle moves his hands to grip your hips instinctively. "dude, really?" stan groans, faking a gag. kyle rolls his eyes, breaking away from you. "right on my fucking kitchen counter." his friend continues, grabbing the drinks.

kyle pulls you into a hug as you stick you tongue out at stan. "c'mon, i don't want you two fucking in my kitchen." the raven haired boy gestures for you to follow. pulling you off the counter, kyle guides you to the other room. "when's the food coming?" eric complains, and clyde rolls his eyes. "like, thirty minutes dude, calm down." alas, cartman didn't calm down, fussing as he gets up for a 'power snack'. shoving past you, you wince as pain shoots up your thigh to your hip. kyle goes to snap at him, but you grab his arm to stop him.

"you two can sit on the love seat." stan teases, sipping his whiskey and coke. kyle guides you to the two-seater, wrapping you up in a blanket and giving your forehead a soft kiss. "why can't we have that, wendy?" bebe jokes, making wendy look up from her phone. "bitch, we do!" she replies, rolling her eyes sarcastically. kyle coddles you, ignoring the girl's chatter. you rest against him, slotting your body against his easily as the two of you tend to lay on couches often. with your back to the others, kyle carefully checks your leg, rage building as blood beaded on the cuts spelling his name. "i'm gonna kill him." he mumbles to you, and you hold onto him tightly. "please don't... i don't want you to get in trouble." you whisper, clutching his shirt and nuzzling into his neck.

kyle sighs, kissing your neck gently. "i won't get in trouble." he assures you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "nothings gonna happen, right?" you ask, just wanting to make sure. "no, nothing's going to happen." he sighs, giving you a soft kiss. "thank you... i don't want anything happening to you." you say, kissing his jaw. "i know... we'll keep each other safe." he replies, cradling you against his chest. cartman groans as he spots the two of you, flopping down onto a free seat with a snack. "do you two have to do that here?" the other teen complains, munching on his food.

kyle doesn't respond, flipping cartman off. "what's wrong with it?" clyde asks, looking over at you two. "it's gross! no one wants to see them all lovey-dovey." he scoffs, and kyle's anger brews. "then leave, they're not doing anything wrong." kenny shrugs, sipping his drink and slouching back as he tosses an arm carelessly over the back of the couch and over craig's shoulders. eric rolls his eyes, deciding to go to the kitchen once more. "don't eat out stan's cabinets!" wendy calls after him, and eric lets out a sharp "ey!"

kyle chuckles slightly, keeping you snug against him. you were slowly dozing off once more as kyle gently rubs your side, kissing your face. you hum slightly, resting your hand on his cheek, your fingertips rubbing his skin lovingly. kyle's anger is swallowed by love, pure adoration for you swelling in his heart. the tip of your nose gently nudges his, rubbing them together affectionately. kyle smiles, kissing you sweetly as he pulls your leg over his waist, slotting you him even closer against him.

"if my man doesn't hold me like that, i don't want him." bebe jokes, nudging wendy who snorts. "hey!" clyde pouts, crossing his arms tightly. "no hard feelings, clyde." she winks at her ex, pulling wendy closer. stan laughs too, watching the two of you. time passes with everyone trained on the tv, catching or on their phones. you and kyle were still cuddled up, and you had fallen asleep once more. "maybe they are narcoleptic." kenny jokes to craig, who nods. "they sleep anywhere." he shrugs, glancing over at you.

kyle keeps his eyes closed, but listens to them carefully. "they are a cute couple." stan chimes in, and the other two agree, "they're always so close though. like, personal space doesn't exist for them." craig notes, making kyle slightly uneasy. "mhm.. we could get that close." kenny jokes, and craig instantly shuts him down with a: "shut up." stan interrupts them with another note. "to be fair, y/n is getting more quiet... they used to be rather loud and joke around." he points out, and the other two hum. "well, i'm sure it's nothing. relationships can change a person; mellow them out, y'know." kenny replies smoothly. kyle grips you tighter as they continue, anxious that they would split the two of you up if they get close to the truth.

you stir as he squeezes you too tight for your comfort, your hands coming up to rest on his chest to soothe him as he kisses you gently. "what's wrong?" you ask, and he sighs. "nothing. just want to hold you closer." he mumbles, and you hum softly, wrapping your arms around his torso to hold him just as tight.

kyle seems happy with your grip, jumping slightly as a sharp knock at the door interrupts the peacefulness. eric dashes through, and clyde and token get up to answer it. the door swings open, and clyde collects the food whilst token pays the poor man having to carry it all. "have a good night!" he waves, closing the door. "that is so much food!" kenny laughs, and you sleepily look over, resting your head on top of kyle's lazily.

"finally!" eric groans, following clyde into the kitchen, and stan gets up to help. you look back to kyle, smiling at his lovestruck face. "hey." you giggle, leaning down to give him a soft kiss. bebe lets out a loud awe, making you look back to her with a laugh. stan comes back through, handing the two girls their food before dipping back into the kitchen. "why did we order so much food..." token sighs, and craig snorts. "because it's clyde, he's always making rash decisions." the raven haired boy replies as kenny get's up to get a refill.

your attention is dragged back to kyle, who pulls you into another kiss. "whatcha thinking about?" you ask him, yet he doesn't respond for a second, giving you another soft kiss. "nothing. just you." he smiles, and you roll your eyes. "of course." you giggle, bumping your nose against his affectionately before kissing him. "really? right in front of my salad?" kenny fakes disgust as he walks back in with two boxes of food and his refill. "fuck your salad." kyle shoots back and the room goes silent, everyone glancing at each other before bursting out laughing.

as the new conversation starter brings up condiments as lube, stan walks back in with a lot of food and a lot of confusion as to why kenny was practically in tears as bebe spoke about how salad cream would be better and 'hurt less' than ranch. "okay, hot take. nando's sauce." craig pipes up, and token sighs. "ew, gross! that would burn!" wendy laughs, and you smile at the comfortable atmosphere between everyone. you wanted that, craved it, but alas you couldn't leave your bubble that kyle had made.

his slender hands grip your hips, pulling you back to him. feeling saddened by the situation, you turn back to kyle, hugging him tightly. "hey, what's wrong?" he asks, noting your teary eyes as you hide your face in his neck. "nothing... i just... our situation sucks..." you sniffle, slipping your fingers into his curls to cradle his head closer. kyle seems confused as he hugs you back tightly. "what do you mean..?" he questions, and you hold onto him tightly. "we only have each other... there's no one else." you whisper, and kyle sighs. "it's safer this way, you know that." he replies, kissing your head gently. "i know... i just... it's lonely sometimes." you mumble, resting your head on his shoulder as you sigh. "i know but sometimes we have to-..."

stan interrupts his comfort by throwing a pizza box down onto kyle and handing you your own food. clyde always remembers your favourites. "thanks stan." you smile, and he freezes. "hey, are you okay? you look like you're about to cry." he asks, and kyle grips your waist as you nod. "yeah, i just yawned is all." you smile, and stan nods with an 'ohh.' "that happens to me all the time, and my mom's always so concerned." he laughs. you nod, agreeing on how it was annoying.

stan leaves after a quick laugh, and you snuggle into kyle as you dig into your food. "feel better?" he asks softly, and you nod. "mhm. interaction helps a lot..." you admit, and kyle sighs. "i know.. i just want to keep you safe. you know that." he reminds you, and you nod. "i know, and i appreciate that but-..." kyle grips your jaw to stop you, giving you a gentle kiss. "i don't want to remind you again." he whispers. you nod, silencing yourself and leaning into him.

"who wants to play a horror game?" kenny asks, raising his hands. "sure." craig nods, looking at token who sighs. "fine, but i'm not doing it for you guys because you're too scared to hold the controller." the others eventually, yet reluctantly agree, and you smile as clyde loads up roblox, going to the horror section. "rickey rat... the fuck is that?" he asks, jokingly. "i mean... looks like a shit one, let's play it." wendy laughs.

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