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macbethsymphony · 8 months ago

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CHARLOU!!! BB!!! ily so much! oh my gosh you're the freaking best spoiling me like that! Should be freaking illegal! Can I request one more? Only when you have time! But that discussion we had about Buggy has been living rent free in my mind. Fuck! Pretty please~ I LOVE YOU!!!!

-M✨

Mille!!! bb!! You know damn well that it was already half-written. It's been living rent-free in my mind too hun hahahaha (I recommend the Jack Sparrow theme as you read it) Love you too, you horndog <3

In Search of Shanks

Buggy x Fem!Reader

wc: 2.9k

warnings: NSFW, 18+, MDNI, rough sex, drunk sex, slight alcohol abuse, there's no plot people... it's just smut

Summary: While traveling through the grand line in search of Red-haired Shanks you encounter Buggy the Clown... and things ensue OR you fuck the clown

You were already wasted as you stumbled into the fourth bar of your night. No one knew shit. The bastard’s location still remained a fucking mystery.

“Hi there,” you drawled at the bartender as you slumped none so elegantly down on the standing stool. “Know anything about the whereabouts of Red-haired Shanks?”

The bartender glanced at you, raising an eyebrow as he wiped down a glass. “Shanks, huh?” he repeated with a bemused smile. “Been a while since I’ve seen him.” He leaned forward as he continued. “No idea where he went though, lass. Anything to drink?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Figures. The bastard’s slippery as fuck.” You fumbled in your coin pouch, slamming a few berries on the counter with a bit more force than necessary. “Whatever’s cheapest please.”

The bartender chuckled and poured you a mug of something that smelled like it could strip paint. You took a long swig, wincing as the harsh liquid burned its way down your throat.

You turned around, squinting your eyes as you struggled to put into focus your surroundings. This was a sketchy establishment. Musty and falling apart at the seams. Just like you. Your gaze landed on something red, slightly gleaming in the shitty flickering lamplight.

Red nose.

A red fucking nose, huh? What a weird fellow.

Wait.

A red nose should remind you of something. Right! Your mind distantly placed it. Some tall tales recounted around a campfire about being part of Gold Roger’s crew.

Fucking hell.

Lady Luck worked in strange ways.

“Hey! You! Big red nose!” you shouted, pointing unsteadily in his direction.

The men around him stopped whatever they’d been doing, freezing in place as the man in question slowly turned to you.

“What d’ya say?” Buggy the Clown’s voice was precariously calm as his eyes met yours.

You teetered on the edge of your stool, attempted to stand up, the world tilting a little, then slumped back down. “You heard me, red nose. I need to know something.”

“Red nose!” he screeched dangerously, stomping to you, fury evident in his gaze.

You snorted at the display. What was his problem? Men were always so sensitive, you just stated the obvious.

“What about my nose?” he demanded, eyes blazing, a knife finding itself to your throat in a very clear threat.

You met his glare defiantly. He had pretty eyes, now that you could see him up close. Actually, if you got past the nose and the makeup, he was quite handsome. Was that his hair coming through his hat? You rather liked long hair. More to pull and grab. Your stare danced down. Good build too.

You smirked, cocking your head and leaning slightly into the knife. You felt it slice through skin a little. “Careful there, clown.” Your tongue passed your lips, your hand going to the blade, tips of your fingers tracing the steel slowly as you continued. “I might be into that, you know?” you giggled. “But you know Shanks, right? You’re Binky, right?… no was it Baggy… Ah! Booggy!! Ehe, nailed it,” he frowned, destabilized by your drunken train of thoughts. “Anyways, any idea where that red-haired bastard might be?”

Buggy’s eyes narrowed, the blade pressing just a bit more firmly against your neck. It was more of an ego thing now than a threat, though you could clearly see the confusion and irritation in his gaze. “It’s Buggy, you half-wit,” he growled.

You felt a familiar heat pool at your core at the way his voice shrieked… or maybe it was the degradation paired with the knife at your throat… Or a mix of it all. Either way, it made you smile and lean further into the act. To your satisfaction, he seemed to distantly catch your train of thought.

He took a step closer, making you lean against the bar, your back arching under him. “And why should I tell you anything about Shanks?” his breath brushed against your lips.

You snorted, his question unfortunately bringing you back out to reality. “Why, pretty boy?” Your mouth twisted as you slowly removed the blade out of his hand. “Cause the bastard knocked my sister up and left without saying shit.”

The words hung between you for a while. You could see the wheels turning in his mind, working. Then his expression shifted. Disbelief. Amusement.

He laughed.

“Shanks has a kid?” he bellowed and you sighed downing the god-awful booze in your cup.

“Five fucking years old, still hasn’t shown back up and not answering letters,” you added, rolling your eyes. “You guys were in Roger’s crew together, right? You MUST have an idea where he is.”

The echo of his laughter dimmed. He crashed on the stool next to yours, hearty chuckles still shaking his shoulders. “No fucking idea, woman,” he gestured at the bartender to get you new booze.

You slumped down defeated. “More slippery than an eel in fucking oil,” you complained under your breath. A tankard appeared in front of you. You eyed it dubiously, then eyed the clown. “You better be paying, pretty boy,” you said before taking a gulp. It was far better than whatever you’d been drinking before. “Cause I’m flat-out broke.”

Your head hurt. Hurt so fucking bad. You could hear the rhythm of your heart in your ears. You creaked your eyes open, soft rays of sunshine an insult to your very being. You pulled the covers against yourself, fabric dragging along bare skin. Wait. Was that a bed? It was a nice bed. You hadn’t slept in one so comfortable in ages. You caught something blue in the periphery of your vision.

Ah right. The clown.

You looked at him for a bit, sleeping soundly, long hair splattered around him, the sheets barely hiding his naked frame.

Damn, you’d been right. He was a pretty boy.

You tried to get up, but slumped back down just as fast, your body feeling like lead.

Fuck.

Most of the past night was a mystery to you. Though it didn’t take more than adding two and two together to figure out what you’d done with the clown.

Fuck, you could still feel him a little. Though your thighs were clean. Surprisingly gentlemanly. You chuckled softly. Must have been a good lay, shame you didn’t remember.

You spotted a half-empty bottle of booze lying on the floor. You shifted over lazily, tips of your fingers grazing the cool glass before they finally wrapped around it. Expertly you untwisted the cap, bringing the alcohol to your lips.

You smirked. Shit was good quality. Couldn’t be hungover if you were drunk.

You closed your eyes with a satisfied exhale, images slowly coming back to you.

You’d been talking and laughing for a while now. Your conversation had shifted to a more secluded corner of the shabby establishment. You were straddling him as he recounted another unbelievable story, his hand detached as he waved it around, punctuating his words.

You giggled a little, eyes stuck on his lips, not following a single one of his words. Then your mind started going down the slippery slope of the possibilities of his devil fruit powers. You put your palm on his chest, steadying yourself as you looked into the sea of his eyes.

“Say,” you mused drunkenly. “Buggy,” you uttered his name wantonly, dragging it emphatically through your lips, leaning near, breath mingling with his as he slowly stopped talking. “Can you detach, like, everything?”

Your lips almost touched, his gaze sparkled with amusement.

“Everything,” he confirmed your thoughts, inching a little closer. With a flick of his wrist, his hand reattached itself, going to your thigh, traveling up to your ass then to your lower back, slipping under the hem of your shirt as he found his way to your waist.

You let out a small whine as ideas crossed your mind. You smirked as you asked, “Have you ever, like, detached your head to suck yourself?” He chuckled nervously but before he could say anything you continued. “Cause, if it were me,” you moaned, low, pressing yourself against him shamelessly. “I think I’d eat myself out every day.” You rolled your hips. “Fuck, the possibilities.”

You cringed as the memories of your drunken boldness flooded back. You shouldn’t be surprised, you guessed. It was far from unusual from you, and it clearly wasn’t your worst blunder.

He shifted a little next to you, slowly coming back to the land of the living.

You took another sip, the burn down your throat feeling heavenly.

“Mornin’, pretty boy,” you rasped as his eyes creaked open.

He just groaned.

He’d brought you back to his ship, both giggling as you drunkenly tumbled down the cobblestone path. You’d almost fallen off the gangplank as you made your way to the gaudy swaying deck.

As you entered his quarters, his lips found yours, hungry and demanding. Red lipstick and day-old makeup smeared across your face as your tongues met. His body pressed yours against the door, hands not wasting time as he undid your pants.

The kiss broke for an instant as you took off your shirt. Mouths crashing again as soon as the fabric passed your head. Your fingers bunched desperately into his coat before tugging it off with urgency. Your hands traced up his arms, finding muscles you hadn’t entirely expected.

“Buggy,” you moaned into him, a sound muffled against his lips. His hand detached, buried itself in your underwear.

You bucked as the tips of his fingers found the bundle of nerves in small circles. Your nails dug into sinews as you struggled to keep upright. His body leaned further into you, a grounding weight. You felt fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head back as he trailed down your jaw, the hollow of your throat.

“Shit, you’re wet. Wanna hear you,” he murmured against your ear, tongue meeting your lobe, teeth nibbling.

He pressed a touch harder on your clit and you mewled and swore under your breath for him. Then you felt two of his fingers detach and enter you, lazily pumping in and out.

Oh fuck. That wasn’t fair.

Your hands shot to his head, tossing the hat away as your fingers sought to tangle themselves in his locks. Long blue strands cascaded around his shoulders and your nails found his scalp, digging almost painfully,

He moaned in tandem with you at the sensation, hips rolling against yours, making the palm at your cunt drag harder against your clit. “Gonna cum,” you warned in a high-pitched voice you barely recognized.

Your walls twitched against his fingers as you came undone. He didn’t stop as you rode your high, dancing ridiculously close to the line of overstimulation. As your body slumped, relying entirely on him to hold you upright, digits snapped together, hand slowly retreating before going back at his wrist.

“Fucking hell,” you panted, guiding his head back to yours, lips meeting leisurely. You went to the front of his pants, palming him. “Take me to bed, you pretty pirate captain.”

He chuckled, lust in his eyes. “Say that again.” He grabbed your ass roughly, pulling you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

“What part?” You licked his lower lip, hands lacing around his neck for support as he made his way to the bed. “Pretty?” You kissed his jaw. “Pirate?” Your teeth dragged on his neck. “Or? Captain?” you whispered in his ear.

He rolled his hips at the last one, the sound of pleasure escaping his mouth obscene. He unceremoniously dropped you down on the mattress, bouncing for an instant. You quickly kicked your boots and removed your pants off, panties and bra following suit, thrown into oblivion.

He started doing the same, shirt discarded but before he could unlace his pants you grabbed his hand, pulling him to you. He stumbled down, your bodies colliding, long hair draping around you as he kissed you.

With a quick movement, you flipped the both of you, straddling him. “You still got those knives, captain?” you asked, grinding yourself on his hips, leaving a wet spot on his pants. “I want you to hold one to my neck as I fuck you.”

He grinned and you suddenly felt cool steel at your neck. “Fucking stunning.” He bucked under you.

You swore as you realized the hand holding the knife was floating, your head lulled back, a needy mewl escaping you. This shit was hot. You quickly made works of the laces of his pants, pulling out his cock.

He was already hard for you, leaking. You traced along him, touch fleeting until you reached the tip, your grip tightening, thumb swiping the bead of precum, gathering it. You brought back your fingers to your mouth, licking them clean, the taste salty on your tongue as you slowly started lowering yourself on him. His hand shot to your hip, fingers digging into the softness of your flesh as he tried to steady himself.

A loud moan escaped him, his back arching, breathing uneven as you took him fully. “Fucking warm and tight,” his voice was shaky.

You didn’t waste time, lazily making your way up and down his cock. The stretch was heavenly. You grabbed his hand at your hip and brought it to your chest. You rolled your hips and his fingers pinched and squeezed for you.

“Fuck, Captain,” you gasped. You went to your clit, fingers expertly circling, matching the movements of your rhythm. You purposely leaned into the blade and you felt blood trickle down your neck. “Fuck.” Your thighs trembled.

“Shit, woman,” he grunted, hips rising to meet yours. “Who knew you’d be such a whore.” Your walls twitched and you stuttered at his words. He smirked. “You like that? Whore?” he punctuated his question with an especially forceful thrust, fingers pinching hard on your nipple.

“Yes!” you cried out, desperately chasing your high. “Oh gods, yes.”

“That’s right.” he started thrusting into you more steadily, making up for your weakening thighs.

One of your hands shot to the hand holding the knife at your throat as you came, holding the blade more firmly against your, your body spasming and folding in pleasure.

You distantly heard him chuckle at the sight. Then you felt yourself be turned around completely, your face burying itself in the linen covers, his cock somehow still pumping into you in the exchange of positions.

The pace he set was hard, fast, rough, just how you liked it. You felt fingers burying themselves in your hair, pulling painfully, then pushing you harshly into the mattress. A staggered scream of pleasure escaped your mouth, drool seeping into the loose weave of the fabric.

Your thighs shook violently, threatening to collapse as overstimulation bordered the edge of your mind. Your fingers tangled in the covers. His hand came to your clit in small flicks. It sent your world careening. You couldn’t breathe properly. You felt threads snap beneath the force of your nails.

“Shit, never asked your name,” The rhythm of his hips was becoming more frazzled, urgent. The hand in your hair pulled you up a bit to hear your answer.

“(Y/n),” you moaned again and again, punctuated by incomprehensible swears.

He chuckled. Your name rolled on his lips. It sounded nice. “Pretty name,” he mused, pushing your head back in the covers roughly. “Fuck,” his fingers circled harder against your clit and tears stained linen along your drool. “Sail with me, (y/n).”

You were too far gone to answer him properly, a second orgasm tingling at the tips of your fingers. “Yes!” you agreed mindlessly, toes curling.

The world disappeared around you as you came, shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. “Fuck,” you sobbed as your body tried to retract from the stimulation of his touch.

It didn’t take long for him to join you in rapture, suddenly pulling out of you, thrusting against your ass, hot seed spilling along your lower back.

“Mind if I smoke?” you asked as you unsteadily made your way to your pants, discarded on the floor next to a small window. You felt his stare on your naked figure as you bent down shamelessly, looking into your pockets for your lighter and your pack of cigarettes.

“Ya can do whatever you want, woman,” he groaned behind you, his voice still thick with sleep.

You chuckled, bringing one to your lips and lighting it without much thought. You closed your eyes for a moment, relishing the exhilaration that came with the smoke filling your lungs. Your eyes creaked open again, only now noticing the unending expanse of blue in the horizon.

Ahhhhh.

Fuck.

You’d set sail.

You sighed. Didn’t matter.

You took another puff of smoke, turning back to the bed.

“Soooo,” you drawled out the word, the mattress dipping under your weight. You ungracefully made your way to the pirate, straddling him, bottle of booze in one hand, cigarette hanging from your lips. “Captain.” You rolled your hips against him, feeling heat pooling between your thighs as your oversensitive clit caught on his hardening cock. You exhaled, smoke coming out in a hypnotizing pattern. “How about we have some fun.”

He smirked.

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sweatyracoon · 3 months ago

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Lollipop

A/n: I really want to kiss him and feel his tongue wrap around mine

Warning: suggestive, make out session, kissing, sharing a sucker, language

You watched your best friend open his sucker, his phone in his hand.

You heard faint music coming from the speaker, the volume low as to not disturb you.

You were trying to study for an upcoming test, and opted to do it at his dorm. He agreed, letting you read at his desk, his own lanky body sprawled across his queen bed.

He scrolled, the audio changing with each swipe. It wasn't distracting you, considering you weren't even studying in the first place, but he didn't know that.

You watched him, admiring his sharp side profile, his hair covering his forehead, the blonde highlights framing his eyes as they gazed at the screen, oblivious if your staring.

You sighed, a little too loud making him look at you. He smiled, showing you his beautiful braces.

"What's wrong?" He asked, taking the lolipop from his mouth. It was green.

"Nothing," He watched your eyes drift towards his sucker, making his eyebrows raise in question.

"Want one?" He asked, swinging the stick around gently, letting you know what he meant.

"Sure," you reply, walking towards his bed.

You stopped in front of where he sat on the edge, your thoughts suddenly becoming louder.

He's on the edge! If he spreads his legs just a bit farther, I could move in between them!

He reaches to the candy jar behind his lamp, asking what flavor. Thats when you get a brilliant idea.

"I want yours," you said, innocently smiling. He nods, grabbing a green sucker.

When he holds it out to you, you hesitate, making him cock his head to the side.

"No. I want yours," you repeat, looking at his sucker as if it were gold. He took a bit longer before his eyes widened in understanding, not moving.

You grin, bringing your head down to meet his sucker, your tongue poking out to give it a swift kitten lick.

You could hear his breath hitch, his hand twitching from holding it in the air for longer than normal. He made no effort to move away, enthralled by what you were doing.

Your tongue swirled around the sweet orb, your face purposefully making lewd faces, your mouth spilling gentle moans. You finally brought your hand up to take the stick from his fingers, shoving it fully into your mouth, dousing it with your saliva.

When you pulled it out, a string connected the candy to you, the sight alone not only arousing him, but also you, the heat pooling in your stomach obvious.

You saw Seungmin swallow hard, his Adams apple bobbing. You chuckled.

You brought your knee in between his, spreading them suddenly making him gasp. He leaned back, his arms bracing him against the bed as he watched you straddle his hips.

His breathing was heavy, his eyes lidded, but he never moved to stop you. Maybe he had feelings for you too.

You brought the sucker out of your mouth once again with a loud pop, bring it to rest against his lips, beckoning him to open.

His complied, letting you slip it between his parted lips. When he closed them, he gently sucked, moaning at the taste of you and the sucker, his eyes rolling back.

His sucking became rough, the noises noticable in the hot but quiet room.

"Go ahead, Seungie. Bite." You whispered, rolling your hips down against his thigh.

He bit down harder than he intended, but relished in the sight of you smiling at his obedience.

When you pulled the stick out, candy no longer coated it. You tossed it behind you without a care, and before Seungmin could complain, you dived in to kiss him.

He kissed back with equal force, both of you tilting your heads for better access.

You nipped at his bottom lip, seeking entrance, to which he granted. He felt your tongue brush against his, collecting some of the crushed candy before bringing back into your own, moaning at all of the flavors. He pushed more into your hot mouth, loving the feeling.

The kiss finally broke when you both needed air, looking at each other.

"That was a really good sucker, Seungmin." You said, smiling. He grinned back, nodding.

"Yeah, but I think I liked you better," His words made your heart flutter, finally glad to have him like this.

"Are you confessing to me?" You teased, poking his chest.

"Want another sucker?"

You both grinned.

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sadhours · 2 years ago

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Okay okay, I love your work and I was really thinking something w Flayed!Billy?? Ya know some kinky, dark, smut type shi if you’re into that sort of thing🫢 IF NOT just ignore my lewd ass, have a good day<3

i might be a little too excited at the idea. hope this tickles your fancy.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, rough sex, spanking, slapping, spitting, consent is a tiny bit iffy in this, still consenting though!!! it’s flayed!billy so hey

taglist: @bbyhargrove

Something is drastically off about your boyfriend. At first, it isn’t outrightly obvious. It was almost like how he would behave after a particular brutal fight with his father. He would slip behind shadows and hide away from you, the walls you’d spent months tearing down built themselves back up right before your very eyes. And this was similar yet more sinister, like he wasn’t really there anymore. Billy still showed up at your house routinely, as he did every night on his way home from work but he started leaving early. You never knew what you were going to get; a grumpy yet normal Billy or a complete shell of himself who was quiet and stared off at walls like he could see something inside them.

Tonight, he doesn’t show up until really late. It’s after midnight and you’ve already tucked yourself into bed when you’re started by your window sliding open and a shirtless and barefoot Billy climbing through it. You sit up, bringing your knees up to your chest as you peer up at your almost unrecognizable boyfriend. He’s completely drenched in sweat, his eyes look terrified but his body language reads differently. Bruises scatter his forearm and there’s another small one on his cheekbone but they don’t look like normal bruises, they’re black.

“B-Billy?” your voice is weak, finding yourself scared of him while concerned, “What’s wrong?”

He steps close to your bed, grabbing roughly on your ankle and dragging you to the edge of the bed. Blue eyes beg you to see him and not the huge shadow taking control of his body. You stare up at him fearfully, gasping as he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up to him. It’s all so confusing but you can read the arousal in his eyes and you’ve always liked when Billy was rough with you. You’d just wished he’d explain what the hell had been going on with him.

“Shh, baby,” he drawls out, pressing his finger to your lips.

Looking up in his eyes, you grab onto his biceps but he’s quickly grabbing hold of your wrists and pinning them against the bed as he straddles your waist. There’s something sadistically wrong in his touch but you find your body igniting in anticipation for it. Billy grabs your wrists together in his left hand and pins them above your head, his right coming down to your nightshirt and ripping it open. You hear the buttons scattering to the wood floor and then something shifts in his demeanor for a brief moment.

“Tell me to stop,” he mutters, gruffly.

Your mouth hangs open as you realize you do not want him to. This isn’t like anything you two have done before, Billy was never this aggressive but you like it, a lot.

“No,” you pant out, “don’t want you to stop.”

It’s like he’s possessed or he’s got split personalities the way his body language changes in seconds and he’s back to tearing the rest of your clothes off. His fingers curl around your throat, squeezing as his eyes bore down into your wide ones.

“Fuck,” he grunts, “I wanna do awful things to you.” like a curse, like he’s confessing sins.

A garbled noise escapes your throat as you struggle for air, the lack of it leaves you light headed and dizzy but makes your cunt pulse. Billy lets go but only to flip you over on your stomach, he grabs a handful of your hair with his left hand and scoots your hips with his right, your face shoved in your pillows with your ass up. His left hand doesn’t move, the other smooths along your backside before delivering a harsh, smack. The sound of it echos in your room and the impact stings, hurts in the most delicious way. You’re sure your asscheek has a bright red handprint scarring it. If it didn’t, it does with the second and third strikes. You feel completely out of control, totally powerless and it’s extremely freeing. Maybe Billy’s behavior change isn’t such a bad thing.

“I want to hurt you,” he admits like he’s ashamed of the fact, his voice strained and trembling.

Tilting your head slightly to make sure he can hear you, you spit out, “Hurt me, Billy.”

“I shouldn’t,” he pants out, squeezing his eyes shut before gritting his teeth. He looks like he’s trying to contain something from bubbling up to the surface. He’s never looked so conflicted and you wonder if you should tell him to stop. But you can feel your slick smearing down your thighs and he said he wants to so you think he should. You’d let him do anything he goddamn pleases. You’d let him choke all the air of you and say thank you the entire time. You wiggle your ass at him, looking back over your shoulder. Billy exhales sharply before delivering another merciless smack, gripping his nails into the flesh as he makes contact. You’re fluorescent under his touch, beaming and bright. Neither of you knew how desperately you wanted this.

He shoves two fingers into your dripping hole without warning, pumping his fingers recklessly and it’s painful in a gratifying kind of way. Tiny, uncontrollable yelps tumble out of your mouth with every punch. Billy uses his grip on your hair to pull you up on your knees, his fingers inside your pussy don’t falter for a second while he lets go of your hair and wraps his left hand around your neck. You can feel the sticky sweat on his chest on your back, you wonder what the hell he was up to before breaking into your window briefly before you’re once again light headed and brain goes all fuzzy.

“Billy,” you choke out his name when he pulls his fingers out.

He brings them around and spreads your slick all over your lips, then grabs a hold of your face. His breathing is erratic, almost like he’s growling into your ear. Teeth sink into your earlobe, biting hard before he’s shoving you face first onto the bed. Feeling his weight shift off of the bed, you quickly flip over to see what he’s doing. You need more, you won’t let him stop or leave. You’ll beg, cry, plead if you have to. He’s standing next to your bed, glaring down at you like he hates your guts and you feel yourself shudder under his piercing blue eyes.

Nimble fingers work at his pants, unbuttoning them before you even realize you’re doing it. He grabs your wrist, pulling it back and laughs at you. The rumble of it makes you gasp, looking up at him with hurt eyes. The hold he has on you is firm, teetering on bone-breaking.

“You think you have some fucking control here?” he chastises, voice deeper than you’ve ever heard.

“I—“ you swallow the lump in your throat.

“‘Cause you don’t,” he grabs your cheeks again, squishing them together, “Fucking none. Zero, zip, zilch.”

Billy’s smiling but it isn’t kind, laced with venom and disdain. You lick it up, reeling on how small you feel. He towers over you, smile falling as he pulls your jaw open with his hand. You watch as he gathers the saliva in his mouth and spits on you, most of it lands on your tongue. He allows you to close your mouth and you swallow, doe eyes staring up to express your eagerness to please him. He winds his hand back and brings it back to your cheek with a sharp force, turning your head with it.

Smack! The sound accompanying a cry from you that echoes throughout the dark four walls. You’re relieved your parents are away for the weekend but Billy has no idea that’s the case, it seems he doesn’t care. You feel the warm tears streaming down your cheeks, soothes the burning skin only briefly. Billy’s pushing his jeans down, revealing his lack of underwear and unveiling his hard cock. You whine at the sight of it, imagining the stretch of him filling you up.

He laughs again, then pouts his lips mockingly and tilts his head, “Poor baby. So needy for my cock.”

Billy grabs a hold of your biceps, presses your back to the mattress and positions himself between your thighs. Breathing heavy, you stare up at your altered boyfriend. His gaze softens, almost too quick for you to notice as he speaks, “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”

There’s something nefarious prodding the question. Whatever’s changed about him is why he’s asking. But it’s an easy answer. Billy can see it in your eyes, can dig through the devotion deep inside and exploit it.

“Yes,” you breathe, “Anything.”

Another laugh, more quiet but drawn from satisfaction. Sinks into the promise with it’s ugly, sharp teeth. You’ve got no clue but you regret admitting it.

Billy lowers his lips to your jaw, you expect a kiss but he bites. Continues biting, jaw to neck to shoulder. Each one shocks you to your core, deep and you’re sure you’re bleeding somewhere. Then his hands are on your hips, grip tight and harsh enough to leave bruises. You wince but Billy dips his fingers back between your legs and knows you like it. He laughs again, face in front of yours and for the first time you notice how different he smells. Panic subsides when he sheaths his cock deep into your aching walls with one quick motion. He usually takes that part slow, allows you to warm up to his overwhelming size. The sharp pain is welcomed by your frenzied desire. Yet another distinction that something is off with Billy is the selfishness of his thrusts, lets you know the act is for his own pleasure and he couldn’t be bothered to make sure you get yours.

But it’s Billy, just the fact of that is enough for you. You get off on him getting off. He bends your legs up, pressing your thighs to your chest while he holds the back of them and relentlessly drills into you. The sounds of his skin slapping yours makes your head feel warm and dizzy. He fixes his position just slightly and God. Each thrust, the fat head of his cock hammers against your g-spot. It’s excruciatingly raw and ugh.

You groan, low and guttural as you clutch at your bed spread. Billy’s fingernails scratch at your thighs, breaking skin and leaving pink, tender marks in their wake. His teeth scrape against his bottom lip, eyes sweet while the rest of him radiates raw filth. You’re his little toy, to use at his disposal. You’ll give him every little bit of you to abuse and manipulate how he wants. Billy fucking owns you.

“Billy,” you ache, all over but loving every second of it.

“You’re my little fuck doll, huh?” the filth dripping his words urge more out of you, arousal pouring out of you, coating his hips and thighs.

“Fuck yes,” you grit your teeth, walls tightening around his length.

“Say it,” he slaps your face again, not as harsh as the first but enough to sting.

“I’m your little fuck doll,” you pant out.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want to you and you’d still be begging for more,” he states.

You try to nod, you’re not really in control of your body. You’re somewhere else, on cloud nine, hanging onto the looming bliss of Billy fucking you raw and open. He’s pulling away, pulling out and you whine in protest, a pathetic sound.

“Oh, shut up,” he seethes, grabbing your ankles and dragging you to the edge of the bed like you weigh nothing.

He grabs a hold of you, forcing you to stand up with him. Your legs shake and you have to hold onto him so you don’t collapse onto the floor. Billy pushes you over the mattress, your chest pressed against it with your ass exposed. He delivers another hard smack to your raw asscheek and you fucking scream. It hurts, stinging that spreads all over your thighs. Billy does nothing to soothe the pain. He holds onto your waist, pinning you to the bed as he slams his cock back inside of you. Another scream erupts from you, hurts your throat in a delicious way. His fingers twist into your hair again and he pulls, forcing your back to arch. His hips jolt forward, rhythm building steady as shoves your face into the mattress which muffles the flood of moans and yelps boiling out of you. Quicker than you want, you’re coming. Your cunt spasms around his cock, but Billy’s thrusts don’t falter for a second. He’s fucking laughing at your orgasm, which just makes it hit you that much harder. It’s brutal, ripping through you viscously. Takes absolutely everything out of you and you tense up, body frozen while he keeps pounding into your raw pussy. You fall limp against the bed, crying into the comforter as he pushes you further into you.

Then he’s off you, hand pulling you up by your hair and shoving you to your knees.

“Open your fucking mouth, slut,” he orders.

Obeying like your life depends on it, you peer up at him eagerly and stick your tongue out. Billy stokes his cock, points it at your face and shoots his load all over it. He groans with it, low and coarse. His voice sounds like it’s about to give out, like he’s been yelling all night. He squats down, spreads his cum all over your face before smacking it hard. You whimper. It’s the hottest thing Billy’s ever done to you. You want more.

So when he throws your clothes back at you after pulling his pants up and says, “Get dressed. I’m taking you somewhere.” you listen. You wipe his cum off your face with your shirt before putting it on and follow him outside to his Camaro. He drives and drives. Pulls up to Brimborn Steel Works. This place hasn’t been open in years. Billy grabs a duffel bag from his trunk and ushers you inside. He drops the bag and tells you to lay down. You do and he opens the bag, pulls out rope. You look at him with uncertainty.

“You’d do anything for me, right?”

You nod.

“I have to tie you up,” he looks down at you, that evil look back in his eye.

“Okay,” you extend your wrists to him and Billy fucking hogties you.

He lifts you in his arms. He’s always been strong but seems stronger. He carries you down the stairs and lays you on the ground, lowers his lips to your ear.

“Stay very still,” he whispers and stands back, taking a few steps away from you.

You try to listen but when you hear the squelching steps hidden in the shadows, your turn your head and see a huge monster step into the moonlight. The being growls, steps closer as you sob. As you glance back up to Billy, he’s as stoic as ever, eyes glued to the multi-legged beast while you scream for it all to stop.

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inneedofsupervision · 5 months ago

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Marvel Tickle Headcanons (Part 1)

(Tbh, I'm kinda unsure how to write headcanons. Also, I don't really wanna write headcanons everyone has read like, fourty times before, so this is me trying to be kinda original? Yeah, no idea if this works, probably going to figure out how this goes by your reactions.)

Headcanons for Bucky, Steve, Peter and Tony under the Cut.

Bucky

Before the "brainwashed by Hydra to be an assassin and get frozen like a popsicle thing", tickling had been a common thing in Bucky's everyday life. With a stubborn friend like Steve, whose health seems to always be on edge between coming down with something and fighting being underweight and asthmatic, Bucky had to get creative to not hurt his skinny and sickly friend without using too much rough love.

He knows to read someone very well, figuring out quickly what spots to go for and what techniques to use to get someone to submit, or in Steve's case, not get his skinny ass kicked by picking a fight with the neighborhood hooligans. Now that these times are a blink of the past and he can go full-on tickle monster on his very healthy friend, Bucky uses all the weak spots he can find to make a quick process. Someone might think he would be ruthless in his attacks, but the former assassin is anything but. He goes all out on chasing after someone and growling before pouncing on his prey like a predator, but while tickling someone, he keeps a close eye on every reaction. He slows down or stops catching any sign of exhaustion or discomfort. But that also means that pleading won't make him stop when he knows his victim isn't even near their limit (rip Peter and Steve).

The only people trying and succeeding in tickling him are Steve (pretty obvious). And to some people's surprise, Sam and Clint, although the latter two never approach Bucky alone but always have Steve with them, maybe for their safety or to sacrifice the blond, no one knows Bucky is pleased with grabbing the closest person he can get his hands on. Although he doesn't actively go for it, tickling is such a harmless, silly little thing that Bucky doesn't even mind much when someone tries to do it to him (and fails most of the time). It makes him feel included in this new world, gifting him a moment to feel like the man from Brooklyn who looks out for his dumb and heroic friend and goofs around like anyone else.

Steve

In the past, he hated getting tickled. Okay, maybe not hated, but it sucked to be so easily overpowered by that smug punk he calls a friend. After the serum did its number on him, providing him with a significant boost of enhancements and getting rid of his poor health, his view on tickling changed. Not drastically, as it still sucks when Bucky towers him with his lips pulled into a smirk and his hands digging into his ribs, but now he could fight back. And he does fight back. No one else probably fights back as much in a tickle fight as Steve Grant Rogers, and not because the feeling of getting tickled bothers him that much, and he hates it, but simply because he finally can.

If anyone tries tickling Steve Rogers, they can be 100% sure he will retaliate. And he will be smug about it. Very much. Things most of the time escalate in a full-blown tickle fight, with a bit of roughhousing and wrestling on the floor or training mats before he pins his victim down and unleashes one hell of an attack. He will tease and stop to ask what's so funny, only to go right in before the poor person under him can answer. Despite being Captain America and showcasing a strict image of a leader to the public, he can be relatively playful. If in the right mood, sitting next to Steve at movie night can turn into quite an experience (rip Peter and his naive soul).

Tony

Tony Stark hates getting tickled. And not the hate as in he slaps the offending hand away with a laugh, but seriously cannot stand being touched that way. Tony didn't carry any childhood memories of his parents being playful with him in that way, and being the son of Howard Stark put him in too much risk to be out as a child to make friends who could provide that kind of experience. He grew up receiving meager love and affection through touch. His first experience getting tickled came with growing closer to his assigned roommate at MIT, who quickly became a fusion of older brother, babysitter, and his best and only friend.

After Afghanistan, Tony's aversion to being touched skyrocketed. The billionaire has no problem stepping into the personal space of others. But any surprising touches or growing close to stepping onto his circle of personal space makes him flee the scene or make a snappish quip, quickly reminding the person that he's the one messing but will be the last person you messed with. The only people he is okay with being touched by are his best friends, Rhodey and Happy, his fiancee, Pepper, and the annoyingly likable intern who crawled right into Tony's small ring of favorite people, Peter Parker. The rest of the Avengers and him are close. A pat on the back and a squeeze of the wrist and shoulder are okay with him, but everything above that is strictly out of the question. Tony needs to be in control of the situation.

As mentioned, getting into other's personal space isn't much of a problem for Tony. Stepping a little closer than needed (Steve), leaning over someone's legs to snatch the remote away and change channels (Sam), flicking someone against the forehead (Clint), nudging someone his elbow in the side to reach the freshly brewed coffee before them (Bruce), all of these are no problem for the eccentric man.

It isn't surprising that Peter Parker would fall victim to Tony's quirks of ignoring people's personal space sooner or later. With a teenager who can get caught up in whatever little project he is working on as much as Tony, the latter learns a simple "Peter?" doesn't do much to get the kid's attention. A poke results in a jump, a simple question to a quip, and a knowing grin into a wild chase that ends with a pretty one-sided tickle fight on the old couch near the wall. Tony doesn't hold back from pointing out how different actions cause different reactions, effortlessly remembering what he needs to do to get the desired effect from the kid wriggling under him, giggling his head off. Despite not having experience, the kid tells him every time he is the most evil tickler that walks on earth, resulting in Tony smirking and Peter gulping, having dug his own grave. Tony knows the kid is humoring him, having heard the hilarious screeches the kid does when Barnes gets his hands on him, but he feels weirdly warm at the thought that Peter let him have this.

Peter

Peter Parker is many things. A good student and nephew. A great intern and an even better vigilante. But he's also clumsy and a terrible liar, which is a bad combination when being as ticklish and currently at the mercy of his mentor. Having Tony know about being ticklish made Peter want to yeet himself off the tower without his web shooters. Peter had been tickled often by his aunt and uncle. It also happened in playfights with Ned when they were younger and sometimes even now when feeling particularly energetic and a little too hyped-up through sugar and energy drinks. To Peter, tickling is just another form of affection, like hugging or running a hand through his curls, although a lot more playful. He likes receiving affection, melting in hugs, and grinning when an arm gets thrown around his shoulder. What leaves him embarrassed is the teasing that comes with it. Getting pointed out how much he's giggling, or how wide his smile grows was like pouring fuel into the fire. Getting smirked at and having the person tickling him laugh with him didn't help much either, leaving the teen curling up and trying to hide his reddening face while his shoulder shook with laughter. The teen is practically ticklish everywhere once he registers what kind of position he's in. Sometimes, Peter suspects his spidey sense is making the effect the touches have on him made it worse, but it wasn't like he could test that theory.

Peter is quick to figure out what to do to get people to laugh, having gained experience over the years playing with Ned. But the kid isn't the type to pin someone down and tickle them mercilessly for minutes. He will let up but won't let the other person get revenge without some playfighting and getting chased around. He is also not below sticking to the ceiling if that means delaying getting wrecked by whoever he made chase after him.

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verfound · 3 months ago

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FIC: "So About That Piercing..." (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Lukanette Month 2024)

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers is doing a Lukanette Month for September 2024, and we all just kinda tossed some prompts in the disco to compile a list? We ended up with 71 prompts, so I decided I’d roll some dice to pick a prompt, do a twenty minute (ish, bc we all know sometimes they run away from me) sprint, and try to get some short fics out this month?

Direct continuation of "When Did You Get THAT?", because Luka had more to say (and do) about that belly button ring...

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Prompt 25: Change

Juleka didn’t come back for…a while.

And when the Captain came above deck not long after she left to find Luka and Marinette still standing there, smiling stupidly at each other as they held hands and spoke in low voices, she just rolled her eyes and barked out loud enough to catch their attention, making them jump apart.

“I said having yer lass over would be a bad idea,” she called, her tone as rough as ever but a knowing smirk on her face. “Don’t be getting too distracted with yer girlfriend, aye? Make sure that roof be fixed a’fore sundown, at least.”

“She’s not –” Luka tried to argue, but that was when he realized Marinette was still holding his hand. She squeezed it gently, and he turned startled eyes on her to find she was grinning back at the Captain.

“Sorry, Captain,” she said. “It was totally my fault.”

“Ah, don’t be blamin’ yerself, lass,” Anarka said, rolling her eyes fondly. “I know how he gets around ye. It be about time fer a break, anyhow. I’ll be back with some grub in a bit.” She paused before continuing on, leveling them with a knowing smirk. “A wee bit. Mind yerselves, now.”

She waved them off and made her way for the shore, leaving Luka staring after her. Once she was gone, he turned back to Marinette with a wince.

“Sorry about…she means…” he tried, but Marinette’s soft giggle made him pause. She stepped back over to him, her hand squeezing his again as she looked up at him from under her lashes. Her gaze was almost shy, which was…insane, because he couldn’t remember the last time Marinette was shy around him.

“She’s not…she’s not wrong though, right?” she asked, and there was just enough of a nervous edge to her voice – just enough uncertainty in her eyes – that it made him pause. His breath caught in his throat, and she squeezed his hand again. “I…I kind of am. Aren’t I?”

His eyes widened, but beyond that he wasn’t entirely sure what his face did. Whatever expression he was wearing, it made her shrink back – and that was the last thing he wanted. She swallowed as she looked down to their joined hands, and he was vaguely aware of her thumb rubbing against his. He squeezed her hand and gave a gentle tug, encouraging her to come closer again.

“I-I mean…Luka, come on,” she sighed, her thumb tapping against the side of his hand. “The only difference between us and Juleka and Rose most days is that right now Juleka’s probably kissing Rose and showing her just how hot she thinks that stupid piercing really is.” She looked back up at him, a challenge in her eyes. It was an expression he was very familiar with on Ladybug’s face, but not always Marinette’s, and it gave him pause, too. If he thought the piercing was hot… “And I can’t even say that’s a difference from when we were dating, not really, because you never kissed me then, either.”

Well, that hurt.

“…hey,” he said, his voice weak. He tried to grin at her. “It wasn’t for lack of trying.”

That didn’t seem like the right thing to say. If anything, it just made her hold his hand tighter. Made that stubborn Ladybug look intensify.

“So why aren’t you trying now?” she insisted, tugging on his hand. Not for the first time that day, he felt like she had thrown him for a loop. For several, actually.

“You…want me to?” he asked, dumbfounded. He blinked at her, his brow furrowing as he studied her. “Marinette. You. Seriously?”

“I thought it was obvious,” she sighed. “I mean. Luka. I got my belly button pierced just to drive you a little crazy.”

“What?” he asked, his mouth dropping open. She seemed to realize what she had just confessed a second too late, her eyes snapping open with a soft squeak as heat flooded her face.

“I-I-I mean not…I didn’t…I wanted to, because the flower was cute, and it was totally my choice,” she said quickly, shaking her head. He was still staring at her, and she swallowed as she tugged his hand. “B-but then Rose said…she said you’d think it was hot, and I wanted you to think I was hot, and…stop it, Luka!”

She slapped at his arm when he started laughing, but he couldn’t. He was just…hearing her say that…damn it all, he was so happy.

She still…she still liked him.

Right?

That was what he was hearing, right?

She had to, if she wanted him to think she was hot. (And how weird was that, because when had he ever not thought that about her? Pierced belly button or not?)

“Marinette, you didn’t…I love it. Don’t get me wrong. I love it. But you didn’t have to go that extreme to make me notice you,” he said, shaking his head. He reached up to brush some hair behind her ear, and he rolled his eyes at how absurd the idea was. A hesitant smile curled her lips when he looked back to her. “As if you’d ever have to change a single thing about yourself to accomplish that. I always notice you. I have always thought you were hot. More than hot. It is ridiculous how easily you can derail every train of thought I have with just one look.”

Or without a look, but like hell he was about to confess to openly ogling her ass earlier. At least…not yet. He wasn’t quite sure she’d be happy to know about that yet. He swallowed as his thumb rubbed the apple of her cheek.

“You…you do know that, right?” he asked, his voice sounding so nervous in his ears. “You have to know how crazy I am about you.”

“Well, no, not really, when you don’t kiss me,” she huffed, but she was still smiling up at him. “I…had hoped. But I couldn’t be sure when you don’t want to kiss me.”

…she was absolutely ridiculous.

“That’s…entirely my mistake,” he conceded, nodding. “One I should remedy. Right now, if you’d like.”

His hand was still on her face. His other still held hers by their sides. He laid his palm against her cheek, tilting her head towards him just a bit. He smiled softly at her as he leaned in.

“And for the record…I always want to kiss you, Marinette,” he murmured, his eyes starting to close. He saw hers dart to his mouth before he closed them, and he felt her sigh against his lips before he pressed them to hers. She melted against him, her hand squeezing his almost painfully, and that was all it took for him to wrap his arm around her waist and tug her against him. She grunted at the movement, and it was too easy to open his mouth and run his tongue along her lip – to take that little gasp as an invitation to deepen the kiss. At some point her hands had slid into his hair, and God if the way she tugged on it didn’t feel amazing…

She pulled away with a gasp, and when she turned her head it was too easy to trail a line of kisses along her jaw, up to her ear…she pulled on his hair, and he nipped at her earlobe – just below the stud – and then he did it again when that made another delicious little noise escape her. He’d almost call it a moan.

“Too much?” he whispered, nudging her ear with his nose. She hummed, but she didn’t pull away. Her grip loosened on his hair, her fingers scratching lightly against his scalp, and he groaned as he dropped another kiss against her neck. “Marinette…”

“Y-yes,” she panted. He started to pull away, but she twisted her fingers in his hair and tugged. She swallowed and dipped her head towards his shoulder, kissing along the line of his ripped-off sleeve. “No. I mean…I don’t know.”

“Talk to me,” he said, moving his hands to her hips and holding her loosely. He gave her a gentle squeeze before rubbing along the waist of her shorts, and she nodded stiffly. “Clearly, we need to get better at communicating. Tell me what you want, Mari.”

“You,” she sighed, turning her head to kiss his neck. He swallowed again, and she huffed out an exasperated breath. “It’s just…”

“Too fast?” he asked. He smiled when a laugh was startled out of her. He rubbed his nose along her neck. “Too much?”

“But it shouldn’t be, right? We’ve been dancing around each other forever – glaciers have melted faster than we do, Luka,” she huffed. He chuckled, and she tugged his hair again. “I want this. I want you. I’ve always wanted you, Luka. It was always you.”

He must have made some type of disagreeable noise or expression, because the next thing he knew she was tugging his mouth back to hers and kissing him firmly.

“Shut up. It has been,” she insisted. “Even when…Luka. Before. When…when I still thought I liked Adrien. I liked him, sure, but…I didn’t think about kissing him like this.”

“You had your wedding planned out, Marinette,” he said, cocking an eyebrow at her. “Three kids and beach house, remember?”

“Silly vague fantasies any girl would have about a supposed future spouse,” she said, rolling her eyes. “And if I ever thought about kissing him, it was always just…a kiss. Not a kiss. I never dreamt about what his tongue in my mouth would feel like. Never wanted to get pierced just to know what it’d feel like when he licked it.”

“Oh my God, Marinette…” he groaned, his grip on her hips tightening. She ducked her face against his chest, but he could still feel her blush burning through his shirt.

“We’ve been dancing around this forever, Luka,” she huffed, the hand on his shoulder clenching. “I…I know it’s stupid, because it’s not too fast. It just…”

Her fingertips on his jaw turned his head, and then her mouth was on his again. That kiss was sweeter, though. Just as charged, but…slower. Full of some kind of promise that had him leaning into her, until she was taking a step back and…she gasped when her back hit the mast, or maybe that was when his thumb slipped under her shirt and stroked beside her navel. His tongue slid along hers, and she sighed into the kiss as she arched against him.

“This…this is good, too,” she sighed when he pulled away. He pecked another kiss against her lips, catching the lower one between his teeth, and she sighed again. “We have time. We don’t have to rush.”

“This isn’t rushing,” he insisted, stealing another kiss. “You just said it. This is years of missed kisses I need to make up for.”

“Years?” she asked with a giggle, and he nodded with a grin.

“Years,” he insisted. “Starting with that kiss we never got at Crocodile Heart, and every one we missed out on after. I could have been kissing you every day, Marinette.”

“I wanted you to,” she sighed, picking at the frayed edges of his sleeves. “We really did miss out on years of kisses.”

“And I will spend the rest of our lives giving you every type of kiss you could possibly want,” he said, his voice low and dark with promise, “but right now you are driving me absolutely crazy, and I kind of just want to kiss you stupid. So…”

She bit down on her lip as she grinned up at him, and he groaned as he dove at her again. The hand on his shoulder slipped around his neck, tugging him closer, and he found his hand sliding from her hip, along her stomach, until his thumb brushed along her navel. She shivered, a little sound that shot straight through him rising from the back of her throat, and he pulled away with a frown.

“Was…was that all right?” he asked. “Is it still sore?”

“Not…not really,” she said, her hand fisting in the hair at the back of his neck and tugging gently. His eyes started to close on him, and he swallowed as he nodded.

“Too much?” he asked again, just to be sure. She shook her head.

“Definitely not,” she said. She looked shy again when his eyes opened. “I…I think I liked it? It felt…”

He flicked at the piercing, and she shuddered as she tugged his hair again.

“…oh,” she breathed, her other hand fisting in his shirt. “I…I definitely liked that.”

“Killing me,” he groaned, tucking his face against the crook of her neck. He nudged the piercing again, grinning when she shivered. “Ma’s probably not gonna be back for a while.”

“She said a wee bit,” she reminded him. He hummed and kissed her neck.

“There’s a lot we can do in a wee bit,” he argued. He grazed his teeth along her neck, loving the way that made her pull at his hair, too. “…there’s a lot I want to do with you, Marinette. Starting with your idea about licking.”

“I can’t believe I said that,” she groaned, dropping her head on his shoulder. He chuckled and dropped another kiss against her neck, and then he drug his tongue along it, just to see her reaction. She squeaked and tightened her grip on his shoulders, pulling him closer. “L-Luka! No. You…the Captain’s probably on her way back. You have a roof to finish.”

“I have one more pane to replace and until the sun goes down to do it,” he argued. “And Ma…will probably love teasing us if she comes back and catches us like this. So, ok. We can go below. Find somewhere where I can…what did you say Juleka was doing? Showing Rose how hot she thinks the piercing is?”

She rolled her eyes, but she still kissed him back when he caught her mouth again. He…really wanted to take her below. His bed had to be worlds more comfortable than the mast. One of the deck chairs was probably more comfortable than the mast. He wasn’t picky, as long as she let him continue kissing her.

After all, hadn’t she just agreed they had years to make up for?

“You really like it?” she asked, her teeth pressing into her lip again as she picked at his hair. “You don’t…think it’s stupid?”

“It’s hot,” he insisted. He kissed her forehead, then her nose, then finally her lips. “And I love it. Just like I love you.”

She sucked in a breath, and he kissed her one more time. Just because he could.

“Just to get it all out there,” he said, rubbing their noses together. “Since. Y’know. Glaciers are melting faster than we do.”

“C-climate change is no joke, Luka,” she teased. He rolled his eyes, but that time she kissed him – before he could even try to kiss her. She was grinning as she pulled back. “But if we are trying to beat the glaciers here…I love you, too.”

She kissed him again, her lips chasing after his as he took a step back towards the door that would lead them below. She squeezed his hand as he reached for the door, feeling entirely too giddy for the grin curling her lips as she looked at him.

“You dork.”

#miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #ml fic #ver fic #lbsc lukanette month 2024 #prompt: change #luka couffaine is a fucking idiot #navel piercing #belly button ring #glaciers melt faster than they do #they'd probably update faster than I do too

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the-mandawhor1an · 6 months ago

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Prey

Alternate universe interlude! Can be read as a standalone one-shot.

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Pairing: Din Djarin x original female character

Chapter summary: What if a different bounty hunter had taken the contract to bring Maia back to her captors? What if instead of Boba Fett, she meets that one Mandalorian she’d been looking for? Would her life progress any differently? How would their reunion on Nevarro play out?

Warnings: 18+ content, MDNI! Canon-typical violence; young Din is a menace; evil!Maia also is a piece of work; POV change after time skip; talking about imprisonment and abuse, but nothing graphic; a bit of subtext;

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A/N: Zaddy and I talked about what could be a possible trigger for Maia to turn “evil”, to justify an enemies to lovers story with the two. So we thought “Hey so if Din would be the bounty hunter to bring her back after her escape attempt, that could trigger enough rage to change the story line.” – I will take some of chapter 5 to transfer onto here, same as stuff from chapter 1, but rest assured I’m trying to make the majority new stuff so it’s not as boring to read.

It can be read as a standalone as it takes place in a different universe.

I have a few more AU ideas and I will sprinkle them in as interludes every now and then. There’s so many options.

She’d made it.

Maia, soaked from the rain, cold, and exhausted from running all night, hid away in a small shed. She fell asleep, maybe she even fainted, but the slowly rising sun warmed the building that sheltered her and she felt comfortable enough to let her guard down to allow herself to rest. So far there was no sign of anyone following her.

They had to send someone after her, right? On the other hand, she was replaceable, she knew that. They had so many other girls left in the facility.

Despite still being on edge, she fell asleep. Her thoughts raced around how she would make it off of this moon. Maybe one of the people working here knew where the next space port was, or could help her get to one.

Where would she even go? The only person she knew out here was some Mandalorian. She wondered what he was up to right now. Without thinking about it much, she felt the connection to him establish and soon enough her dream turned into a vision.

His breath was steady underneath the helmet. There was a sense of certainty in his stride as he passed along some low growing shrubs, following a path that seemed familiar. His eyes scanned every little mark his quarry left. He didn’t think much while he looked at every information that lit up on the display before him, telling him exactly where his quarry had run off to.

This bounty was different.

The Empire paid a lot of money to get a runaway experiment back. They didn’t tell him much, but he didn’t bother to ask either. Judging by the size of the boot imprints in the mud, it was either a woman he was following, or a child. Or an alien the size of a smaller human.

He halted when he suddenly felt a pair of eyes on him. The recent days had been rough for him. Paranoia crept up to him at every waking minute, forcing him to keep on the helmet. Now that same illusion plagued him. No one was around, his scanners showed that, but he felt someone. Close.

He entered a small settlement, the muddied footsteps slowly vanishing with every further step he took. It had rained all night, the water washing away most of the quarry’s traces.

Maia opened her eyes as a small ray of sunlight found its way through the half-broken down door and blinded her. She remembered parts of her visions, unsure if it had been a dream or if she had actually seen him.

Maia exited the shed and carefully scanned her surroundings before she turned the corner. The settlement slowly awoke. People were in the streets, talking, going about their business. Curious looks were plastered onto her as she wandered the streets, her clothes were in obvious disarray, as was her hair. She looked a mess. Not emaciated, the Empire made sure they were well fed, but tired, scratched and bruised.

This dream. It felt different this time, but this had been the first time she had established their connection in her sleep. Had he felt it? Was there a barrier she didn’t put up while looking for him this time?

She should stop thinking about this. Her running thoughts make her head throb, exhaustion not only caused by the lack of sleep. She was hungry and it was getting to her, the pain of malnutrition sitting in the back of her neck, causing a stinging sensation every now and then. Her hand grazed over a market stand with fresh produce. She tried to pull one fruit into her sleeve, but the vendor caught her and immediately screamed for her to let go, and that the little thief should better get away.

That was her downfall.

The ruckus her unsuccessful theft caused grabbed the attention of a certain bounty hunter that had been looking for her all morning. Over the shoulder of the vendor screaming at her, a silver helmet appeared. Her pupils dilated in an instant. It was him. The dream hadn’t been a dream after all. Suddenly it was clear why his surroundings had looked familiar. He had tracked her for who knows how long.

Kriff.

Before she could think of an escape plan she needed to get some distance between them. She turned to run the other direction only to find herself on the ground a mere two steps later. Electricity caused her muscles to spasm and lose control, rendering her unable to move on the cold stone ground. Two electrodes stuck to her shoulder, staying there in case he needed to give her another shock.

Heavy steps drew closer and she tried to wiggle away from him, to no avail. He grabbed hold of one of her arms, her body kicking into survival mode. She kicked whichever part of his body she could reach, only to make contact with durasteel plate armor multiple times. One particular kick hit his chest, making him audibly huff.

»Stop resisting,« he ordered, clawing into her arm. Maia winced in pain and stopped kicking. The voice sounded familiar, it definitely was him. So Raymond was wrong. That Mandalorian was no relative, otherwise he’d have recognized her.

The realization fueled more frustration in her. She pushed him off of her, this time supported by the force. It wasn’t hard, she was exhausted after all, but it was enough to anger him. »I’m not going back there!« Her voice was shrill and unpleasant in her own ears. It was a mixture of panic and anger that made her press her words more than usual. »Do you want me to hurt you?«

She pushed him again, harder this time, and he actually landed on his butt, metal scraping over the stone floor. Hoping to get away from him, she stumbled to her feet and made it all but four steps away, before a metal rope wrapped around her legs and tripped her. She hit the ground for a second time, all of the air pushing out of her lungs upon contact. She tried to get out, but a knee and then a second pushed onto her back.

»Will you be a good girl now?« he asked. His voice was neutral, which made that question all the more concerning. »I can’t,« she quietly replied. »You can,« he simply stated. But then a few tears rolled down her cheeks, falling to the ground beneath her.

She knew there was no way out of this. They would make sure she never got the chance to break out again. She feared for what they would do to her, her mind going to the darkest places. They would keep her alive, that was certain, but they would make her suffer every day from now on. »Please kill me.«

»No.« »Please,« she sobbed. The weight on her back slowly lifted, giving her more room to elaborate. »I know they want me alive so they can do unspeakable things to me. I don’t want to go back there. Please, kill me. Tell them I put up too much of a fight. Or make it look like an accident.«

While she was certain he wouldn’t let her off the hook like that, part of her wanted to believe. Part of her was ready to die. To never see Raymond again, to never find her family. She had found the stranger that kept appearing in her dreams, and he was just like the rest. Egocentric, arrogant, and cold-hearted.

»I can’t do that. Contract states you have to come back alive.« She turned around so she could look into the black t-visor that hovered above her. »You’ll be the reason they can continue their abuse.« His helmet dipped, the sun reflecting off of the unpainted metal. »None of my business.«

For once in her life time, Raymond had been wrong. There she was, a child that clearly needed to be saved, and the Mandalorian before her did nothing. He sealed her fate to die in that facility one day. After endless days of torture and suffering, for sure. Quickly, the pain turned to anger, and then to hatred. All of this would be his fault. Because of his decision to take her back.

She looked behind the visor, hoping to find the eyes hidden beneath the black transparisteel. »Then I’ll make it your business, bounty hunter.« His shoulders tensed, but ultimately, a scoff escaped his lips. »I’d like to see you try.«

»Oh, you will see.«

It would take a few years, about thirteen, until Maia had the chance to finally get revenge on him.

After Gideon was defeated and the child back in his hands, Din made his way back to the Razor Crest. The small green foundling was still quite weak from the attack of the flame trooper earlier in the day. He was groggy and wiggling around in the Mandalorian’s hands, who set him down in the little cot. »Relax. We’re safe. Get some rest.«

He closed the door and put away his weapons. The rifle and his blaster were placed in their designated spots in his weapon cabinet. All but his knife had storage spots. If there was one thing he’d always have with him, it was his blade. With heavy footsteps he climbed up the ladder. Images of the fight in the city center replayed in his head. There had been a woman next to Gideon. She was in all black, black and red markings on her face, the hilt of a lightsaber reflecting off the sunlight. Her eyes were red and yellow, yet still, that face looked so familiar. She didn’t do much but stay beside the Moff, much like a bodyguard would; or an assassin waiting to be ordered to kill. Her eyes had been on Din for the entire fight, he could feel her eyes on him.

Who is she?

Apparently it wouldn’t take long for him to find out, as he was forcefully pushed into the wall behind him. The rumble his Beskar armor made upon impact with the metal hull roared through the entire ship. He was unable to move his body, only his head was free. A slender, gloved hand emerged from the shadow inside his ship and that same woman came closer.

»Hello, Din. Long time no see, huh?« He knew that voice, it had been long since he heard it, but he remembered it clear as day. And underneath those black and red markings on her skin, there was a face he hadn’t seen in forever. Her eyes had changed color, they used to be a striking, almost beautiful, shade of green. Now all he saw glaring back at him was fiery red and yellow. »You…« He tried to push himself away from the wall, but only the helmet moved. She had gotten stronger, that much was evident. But what had happened to her?

»Surprised to see me? I’ve been waiting so long for this moment. Some would even say I’ve missed you.« A grin crept up to her lips, dimples forming on her cheeks. It would be a beautiful sight if he wasn’t aware of the situation he found himself in.

»What do you want?« he asked in a calm voice. It should have been obvious, and it was. Her words were clear when she swore she’d find him again. She pushed him more into the wall, still not touching him. The metal behind his back creaked. She would bend the paneling if she continued to push him. Or he would suffocate. His breaths were labored and heavy. Finally, her hand touched the chest plate of pure Beskar, her face drawing closer. »Come on. Don’t play dumb, Din. You know very well why I’m here. I promised you I’d come back one day. Ni copaani skira.« I want revenge.

The fact she spoke his language was far more intimidating than the actual words. »You speak Mando’a?« Her hand wandered along his armor, like she was stroking his chest. It was extremely uncomfortable for him. He had trouble breathing, he was practically paralyzed, and she was extremely close to his helmet. And she probably knew taking it off would be worse than just killing him.

She hummed lowly, looking deeply into that black visor in front of her. »That surprises you? I’ve had years to learn it, and you’re not the first Mandalorian I’m taking my sweet time with. I’ve been obsessed with your little cult ever since you brought me back home. I know everything.« She tapped the helmet with her index finger. It was obvious. The markings on her face even. She had red jaig eyes painted on her forehead. Some of the black lines almost looked like they were imitating the edges on his helmet. Dank Farrik. It was as if everything about her had to do with him.

»I get it. You’re here because I brought you back and you’re making me responsible for all of the pain they caused you, but –« She cut him short, her slender fingers wrapping around his throat and cutting off his oxygen. »Shhhh, there’s no way you’re talking yourself out of this.« She withdrew her hand after a few seconds, delighted to hear the sharp inhale underneath the bucket. »I’m not trying to. Mandalorians don’t beg for their lives and you wouldn’t listen anyway.«

»Well, what is it then?« »The child.« She chuckled, her head turning down toward the ladder. The child was surely sleeping, unless he was startled awake by the sound of Din being shoved into the wall. »I don’t care much for a child.«

Din knew she was lying. Or she was in denial. »There is a reason why I went back to take him from the Imps. He’s force sensitive, just like you are.« She looked back at him. Her brows were furrowed, was she angry or did he have a point?

»What do you want?« she simply asked. The pressure on his chest decreased a bit and he sighed. »I want to avoid making the same mistake a second time. I don’t want the same thing happening to him.« She scoffed. She didn’t say more, ridiculing even the chance of him feeling guilty about what he had done to her. He continued, »As much as I am to blame for allowing them to continue hurting you, deep down you’re mad at them and not me. I didn’t torture you.«

»And you want me to just let you go and be a dad for your little Jedi baby?« Her head tilted slightly. Her gaze was burning into him, almost like she could see him underneath the metal. He felt exposed while still fully covered. And she must’ve felt it too. He didn’t know her but he had just looked so deep into her, it was scaring her.

»All I want is for him to be safe. If I find a Jedi to take care of him, then you can have me.« It was an offer. If she would take him up on it, was on her. Another scoff escaped her lips and a grin crept up to her lips again. »And you want me to believe that? To just trust you? What makes you think I would do that?«

»What’s your name? You obviously know mine.« That question seemed to short-circuit her, making her features soften for a moment. »414,« she stated. His helmet shook from side to side. »I mean your real name. Do you even know it?« She must’ve been someones daughter before she got captured, so she had to have a name before she was a number. Just like his foundling. »My name’s Maia.« She had hesitated. Judging by her reaction, this wasn’t her name. Maybe a nickname one of the Imps had given her. Perhaps a little nickname Gideon had for his bodyguard. Who knows what the Imperials did to her now that she was an adult.

»Maia,« his voice softened. His heart was beating fast, it had been all this time, but now that he tried to sound a little more sympathetic, he struggled to keep his voice steady. »I’m sorry for what they did to you. I don’t have a lot of regrets but taking you back to the facility is one of them. Maybe the biggest mistake I’ve made in my life.«

Maia inhaled sharply. »How touching,« she pressed, trying to hide the pang she felt in her chest but unable to do so. She was taught to be unstable, so keeping herself together was incredibly hard. »It’s been haunting me ever since I turned my back after handing you over. If I could go back in time I –« »Stop it!« She pushed him into the wall again, the back of his helmet hitting the wall and disorienting him for a moment. The concussion he had suffered when the e-blaster blew up wasn’t gone yet and that made it painfully evident. She continued »I don’t want to hear what you would do. It’s the past. You caught me. You dragged me back there. And they made me regret not fighting you until you had to kill me. Every. Damn. Day. They broke everything. My body. My mind. They shattered me into a million pieces to rebuild me only from the shards they liked. You turned your back and you were free. A nice amount of credits in your pockets, I’m sure. All of this is ultimately your fault. And I hoped the guilt would eat you alive, but it’s not enough. I want you to suffer, even if it’s just a fraction of what I’ve had to endure.«

»Let me go…«

»Are you stupid?«

»You can pin me to the wall all day. You’re all talk and no act. You’ve not killed me yet and the thought left you as soon as I told you about the child. You care. Or part of you does, at least.«

She came closer again, one finger stroking along the brim of his helmet, pushing it up. He tilted his head back to avoid part of his face showing. His heart rate picked up and he turned his head to the side, hoping to deter her from taking the helmet off. »I can’t explain it but your presence feels so familiar,« he said more quietly. She could probably hear his voice underneath the helmet now. She was so close, body practically pressed into his. Her face was right in front of his visor. »Maybe your nightmares were never just … nightmares. I’ve visited you before you were sent out to catch me. What made you think I’d stop after you made me hate you.«

The visor faced her again. He looked into the red eyes. »Then you know I’m not lying about feeling guilty. You have tortured me in my dreams. Made me regret it. Made me suffer. Maybe not in the same way they did. I doubt anyone would be able to. But you know I am deeply sorry and I wish a younger me would’ve acted differently. I could have saved you and I wish I did.«

He couldn’t look into her eyes directly, but he felt the force pushing him into the wall leave. All that was left was her smaller frame resting against his, eyes fixed to the visor, probably looking into her own reflection.

He barely waited a second, fearing she could potentially change her mind, until he turned around with her and pinned her between him and the wall.

A small gasp escaped her lips, fogging up the visor. But other than pushing his body against hers, nothing happened. He didn’t attack her. She didn’t struggle to break free. One of his hands was against the wall behind her, the other one rested on her hip, right on the lightsaber hilt.

»Do we have a deal?« he asked. He felt her heart pound against his armor, her chest rise and fall with every breath, pushing into him. »I will not leave your side until you’ve found your Jedi. If anyone gets to kill you, that will be me. And don’t try to play games.« »I won’t. I promise.«

Another grin formed on her lips, this one somehow even more mischievous than the ones before. »Maybe you can have me before we find a Jedi.«

#Wolke schreibt #gbtscbtf #din djarin fanfiction #original female character #mando fanfiction #fanfic #star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian x original character #din djarin x ofc #din djarin x original female character #the mandalorian x ofc #mando x ofc #mando x original female character

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weaponizedmoth · 11 months ago

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Finally! Wooo! Finished! I had this idea from seeing so many pics of ballerinas on my pinterest feed. I used a ref, but lost it. I expanded a lot upon it, so I think it's ok. It was cool to draw so many people in the same space, too, cause I never do that if I can help it, lol. Under the cut is usually only lineart vers. but I wanted to put it up there cause I added shading. So, really, under the cut there's ballerina lore. All of them have backstories. You're welcome.

Ballerina lore. (Reminder that I have no idea how any of this actually works cause I never ended up doing ballet. Thankssss~ <3

She's waiting for the rehearsal to begin, and is very annoyed that it is so late, cause she woke up so early for this. The other girls aren't as worried, but my girl is punctual.

She's telling her friend about all the conspiracy theories she knows. It's a lot.

Her friend is actively shocked about all the stuff she is hearing and she believes it 100% purely based on delivery.

Sad ballerina is sad cause her boyfriend is away. She is also a bit introverted, and just likes thinking a lot. She feels like she doesn't fit in with the rest of the group, but she's neutral-to-like when it comes to them, esp. conspiracy theory girl cause she's enthusiastic. She thinks funny ballerina is obnoxious though <3

Funny ballerina is funny, she's the class clown. She is always trying to make everyone happy, but she's just very anxious. Addicted to caffeine, shouldn't drink it, esp. not cocla cola, cause she's on an obvious diet, but it's her cheat day, get off her ass.

Lesbian ballerina as hell, in love with the disaster in front of her. Not much is known about this woman, though, she is mysterious and usually quiet, although good humored and friendly when approached/towards new people.

She's so sleepy

She's waiting for her friend to arrive. She is late, and she's worried they're gonna start without her. She's go fairy emotions, so only space for one at a time, aka known as anxiety and fixation. Her friend grabbed coffee and now she is hurrying there. Not many friends here, they're close together though.

She thinks her hair is a disaster and it is, cause she doesn't have any really long bobby pins. She's trying to balance everything in place, but at least three girls will be helping her with this in less than 5 minutes, crisis averted.

Trying her best to help her friend, but she's sort of tired, zoned out. She's also a bit of a bitch, but people like her cause they realize that's her way. Not actively mean, and actually means to help, she's just a little rough around the edges. Friendly when treated calmly, like a cat in away.

She's reading the latest internet drama. She will regret this later and stop doing this, cause she's not missing anything and it doesn't add anything to her life. She's also usually happily amongst other people, but she's trying to distract herself with other things, to pass time. She's gonna sit down by sad ballerina and ask how she is later.

Upstairs ballerinas: Don't know them, but the last one on the right is reading Twilight. She likes the vibes of it, hates the characters, and she wishes Stephenie Meyer wasn't rushed on her next two books cause she wants to know what a Twilight world without Jacob and werewolves would be like. She's also quite smart, and is sort of the one the girls listen to when something is up. She is also into conspiracy theories though, esp. the scary ones.

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illfoandillfie · 1 year ago

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is it cheating to say I want reader to dom gross guy Ben again, like the next morning but it’s soft? And he’s less gross?

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 19

hehehe not cheating at all

A follow up to my last fic about rich asshole Ben but he is less of an asshole perhaps. You could probs read this without reading parts 1 and two but it does reference p2 a lil bit.

Warnings: dom!reader, sub!Ben, teasing, humping,restraints (pinned wrists), denial, references to edging/degradation/spitting/slapping/spanking/oral sex, not much editing

The memory of everything that had happened with Ben came back to you all in a rush. You’d been blissfully asleep and then all of a sudden you’d woken and remembered how he’d edged you and stripped you and used you. The memories had been swiftly followed by a slight ache in your body, no surprise considering how he’d restrained you and how rough he’d been. Ben was already awake, scrolling on his phone. You’d assumed he’d be the type to sleep in til midday but he’d clearly been awake for a little while.

“Mornin’” you said, rubbing sleep from your eye. Ben smiled when he realised you were awake and returned the greeting, “How do you feel?” You pushed yourself up and stretched your neck, “Good, bit sore but very good. Do you turn into an arsehole after sunset or are you being nice to fuck with my mind before you demand more sex.” Ben just laughed, “Please, you like when I’m an arse because it gives you a motive to torment me. But I hope last night was good for you, I didn’t take it too far?” “Oh no, it was definitely fun. Just don’t think you’ll be getting that from me all the time.” “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Already you were beginning to feel a little aroused. He looked good with ruffled hair and a bare chest, lounging in his bed, his modesty protected by a somewhat thin sheet. And you’d fallen so easily into the flirty banter you enjoyed so much whenever you were with Ben. Proof of what good rhythm you had together. You decided to try and gauge Ben’s interest. If he wanted more of the rough and tumble then you’d probably have to pass, just to protect your pussy, but if he was okay with something a bit slower then maybe you’d be down for it. “I do have a few ideas of what to do to you next time, and didn’t you say something about letting me explain them in the morning?” Ben reached over to put his phone on the bedside table, "Hmm, I was hoping to just use you again, but I suppose it couldn’t hurt to hear your ridiculous ideas.” You noted his obvious interest, “You’ll like them I’m sure.” As smoothly as possible, you pushed yourself up and moved to straddle Ben. “Is this part of it?” he laughed, his hand already sliding over your hip. “Clever boy for working that out.” Ben groaned softly and you knew you had him. “See, I loved being tied down, unable to move or grab you,” you wrapped your fingers around his wrist and pulled his hand away from your arse, “or do anything while you used me. And I know you like the same. So I was thinking a fun way to get you worked up would be to grind on you, hump you, let your cock get so close to my cunt, but keep you from touching me because the second you grab me I’m in trouble. You’re so big and strong.” Ben was already getting aroused, his cock twitching against you, “You’d be my fuck toy so fucking fast.” “Mmhmm. But I don't want that right now. I want you my way. So," you grabbed his other wrist and pinned both to the mattress either side of his pillow, rocking slowly against him, "I'm going to have to keep you like this for a while."

In almost no time Ben was biting his lip. He made absolutely no attempt to get free, happy to let you do what you would with him. His rapidly stiffening cock fit between your pussy lips so perfectly, his length becoming slick with your juices as you rubbed yourself against him. He groaned as you panted against his lips, leaning forward to keep his wrists pinned as you humped him just as you’d threatened to do. “Please,” Ben whined, “Can I- god I want to be in you.” “Shhh, not yet baby, I’m getting close. Your cock feels perfect like this. He nodded, though he was pouting too, a look that only spurred you on as you focused on your own pleasure. Angled the way you were, each drag of your hips pulled at the nerves in your clit, but it still wasn’t quite enough. You considered repositioning Ben’s hands so you could hold them down in one hand but you didn’t want to lose the rhythm you’d found. Thankfully though when Ben hit subspace he hit it hard. All you had to do was tell him not to move his hand and he listened, keeping it place as you let it go to rub your clit. After that your orgasm came much faster. Ben whined as he watched you get off and begged a little when he felt it so close to his cock. But he made no sleezy comments, no attempt to grab you so he could take over, didn’t even try convincing you to give him what he wanted.

“Good boy,” you praised him when you’d finished and realised he hadn’t moved at all. Ben smiled at the praise but you could tell he wanted to say something too so, preparing yourself for the worst, you asked him what it was. “I just, um, is that all?” “Well what else should I do with you?” you asked, a little relieved, rewarding him with a stroke against his cheek. “I thought you’d want to be meaner or hurt me more after I was so hard on you last night.” You hummed, “Oh yeah? Meaner how?” “I don’t know. Maybe you’d want to slap my face or edge me again or spank me or spit on me or that sort of thing. I kept calling you a whore.” You laughed, “Well I’ll definitely remember that list because you clearly have a bit of a degradation thing going on and I reckon you’d get off from being slapped and called a whore.” Ben just nodded in agreement. “But it’s a bit early for all that. And I’m still a little sore from last night and you know sex doesn’t have to be so harsh. I just want to take it slow,” you dragged your fingers through his hair, “and take my time with you this morning. How does that sound?” Ben nodded again, “That sounds really nice.” You leant down to kiss him, feeling his hips press up into you as you deepened it, “good, just lie still baby and I’ll make you feel good. But on my terms.” “Yes ma’am.” You gave him another kiss before slipping off him, laying beside him with your hand wrapped around his stiff cock, “Good boy. I think we will start with an edge or two, since I know how much you like them. And if you take them without too much complaining I’ll let you eat me out.”

#my writing #my blurbs #blurb advent 2023 #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine

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pinkeoni · 2 years ago

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"What's this?" Will looked at the stack of line paper that Mike had handed him.

"It's uh, it's just something I've been working on." Mike watched nervously as Will thumbed through the pages. They were filled top to bottom with his scribbly handwriting. There was nothing personal written on those pages, and yet Mike felt as though he had torn open his chest and handed over his heart to him.

"See, I was trying to come up with a campaign, but then I thought that it might sound good as a short story. I um, I want you to read it and tell me what you think."

Mike wasn't not telling the truth— he really did value Will's opinion, especially when it came to being creative. But that wasn't the only reason Mike was doing this.

The full truth is, being back home in Hawkins had been rough on Will. And Mike knew this. It didn't matter how often Will insisted that he was "happy to be back!" Mike knew Will. He knew what it looked like when Will wasn't sleeping, or on edge from constantly feeling him on the back of his neck.

But Mike also knew how Will liked, or rather didn't like to be treated. He didn't like to be babied or coddled. As much as Mike wanted to throw his arms around Will and tell him that everything would be okay, if he actually wanted to help him, he would have to do so without it being obvious.

So he was struck with an idea— help Will by having Will help him. Don't make Will the victim to be saved, remind Will how much he is needed by asking him for help. Besides, a fun little story might help take his mind off of things, even for just a little bit.

It did mean, however, that Mike was going to actually have to share his writing. Mike liked to write little stories in his spare time, but he never shared it, not with anyone. Sometimes he would turn them into D&D campaigns, but that was way less personal. The story was being written along with his friends.

Will seemed to staring intently at Mike's words. He's already judging me. Mike couldn't help but think. Oh god, he'll thinks it's terrible.

"So..." Mike muttered, "will you read it?"

Will snapped out of the trance that the words seemed to keep him in. He looked up at Mike with glassy eyes. "This is, I um, thank you. I'm going to read this right away and give it back to you."

"Oh, take your time. I know you probably have more important things than this—"

"I'm going to read it, Mike. Thank you." He gave a small smile. This one was real, Mike knew it.

Mike smiled back. "Of course."

#byler #ficlet #my fic #wrote this really quickly forgive me if theres any typos #this is also how they start working on a comic book together btw

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hvbris · 3 months ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 & 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 @multipleoccupancy

Violet had felt it in her bones. The way her counterpart softened, less rough around the edges, less wary. The way Klaus always told them what he'd read during the day, or how Sunny sometimes asked to sleep with them. They'd never told the Beneventis their decision, because their decision had turned into evidence. But there was always a little doubt in her chest, the worry that, perhaps, they would stay in San Francisco after all.

With his question, Klaus had made this little doubt vanish. But he didn't realise that what had seemed so obvious to him, had been torturing Andrea, Violet and Theo with worry. He looked surprised by the hug, but far from unhappy about it, and he hugged Andrea back.

When he noticed that everyone around him was moved to tears, he silently realised the impact of what he had done, and blushed just a little bit. "A lil' cart will be just fine," he assured Theo with a big smile, "I don't wanna slow us down on the road."

"Ain't no way a little cart can hold all them books," teased Violet, "you could open a travelin' library on the way to New York." Klaus chuckled a the notion. "Well I think that's a mighty fine idea," he retorted.

Theo looked over to the door at the knock and smiled as Klaus entered. "Mornin' Klaus," he greeted back, a small shiver in his voice as he watched him go to take a now familiar perch in the end of the bed to talk to Andrea. He had seen how close the two of them had bonded the last month, he of course adored Klaus too but it was clear Andrea was more in tune with him.

Klaus spoke and Andrea almost dropped her coffee on the bed for what he said, though she had promised herself she would not over react she couldn't help herself and at the question and the implication that they had decided to join them, she leaned over out of the blankets, cold be damned, and pulled Klaus into a hug.

Theo had stalled and he sat just by the window looking at the scene as if he wasn't sure it was real. He was sitting stock still as he ran the words over in his head again and again, checking them to make sure he had not misunderstood, even as Andrea wrapped her arms around Klaus it took a moment more before Theo let the penny drop and he looked over to beam at Violet before going to answer Klaus.

"We need to be able to move real fast out there, but a lil' cart might be useful to us, you're right." He said and then caved into what might have been no surprise to anyone, "We can get whatever cart you want or we need. Sure. Bring all 'em books with you." He beamed, tears escaping down both cheeks as his breath hitched in his chest.

#&(killian beneventi)#violet (there's no happy endings)#multipleoccupancy #delta green verse #read at your own discretion

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casspurrjoybell-33 · 5 months ago

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Blue's Rose - Chapter 29 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Blue Cavanaugh & Kulap 'Kool' Somboon

Blue Cavabaugh sat up and reached for his cell-phone.

No new calls or messages.

His fingers hesitated over the screen.

He wanted to reach out to Kool so badly but what could he say?

He wanted to keep it light.

Maybe a little flirty, but real too.

He wanted to reach out like fingers and caress a hello to his cheek or for his words to act as a jaunty wink.

Something that reminded Kool of Blue, a simple reminder that said I am here.

I am thinking of you and it would be preferable if it made him smile.

Making Kool smile was at the top of Blue's priority list.

A sudden idea came to Blue and he jumped up from the bed and headed to his closet.

Pulling out the rumpled Superman t-shirt he had worn the morning after their first night together, Kool's joking words still playing in his ears, making him smile at the memory.

He hoped it made Kool smile as well.

He swept it on over his head and walked into the bathroom to take a selfie.

After taking a couple of pictures he walked back into the room and sat back down at the edge of the bed while perusing the pictures.

He settled on the one that was only of his chest with the logo across the screen.

Now he needed to think of the perfect thing to say.

Blue thought of several things but kept shaking his head.

They were either too lame or too mushy or too downright obvious.

He was going for sexy flirty not pornographic.

After several attempts he finally came up with something in between.

He read it and reread it several times before closing his eyes and hitting send.

[Only for you.]

Blue fretted after sending the message.

Maybe it hadn't been the smartest decision after all.

Kool had had a rough day to say the least and here Blue was sending questionable texts to him.

Was the timing poor?

Would Kool even remember and understand?

Blue sighed and shook his head, pacing around the room wishing he could have a do over.

He only wanted to reach out to Kool, maybe even make him laugh but had that been the way to go about it?

Couldn't he have been a bit more subtle?

Ugh.

Blue thought checking his phone for the fifteenth time.

The text showed received but there was still no response.

Blue wanted the floor to open up and swallow him.

A sudden knock, knock, knock at the door distracted Blue from his bemoaning.

He walked across the room and turned the knob, pulling the door wide. Kool stood on the other side, holding up his phone, Blue's superman clothed chest on the screen.

"I like your text," he commented with a small smile.

Blue ran his eyes all over Kool's body.

It was obvious he was still down and trying hard to play along.

Blue groaned, forgetting about the stupid text and drew Kool through the doorway and into his arms.

"Forget the stupid text," he groused.

"Bad idea."

Kool wrapped his arms around Blue's waist and buried his face in his chest.

"No, it wasn't," he mumbled into his shirt.

"I have very fond memories of that morning."

Blue grinned and closed his eyes for a second at least happy that Kool knew what he had been aiming for even if he hadn't actually hit his mark.

"Are you hungry?" Blue asked, as Kool continued to hug him.

He seemed to not have any desire to do anything else.

"Not really," Kool answered, burrowing deeper into his body, clutching him tighter.

Blue wrapped his arms tighter, trying to give Kool what he needed.

He lay his chin along the top of his and rubbed back and forth.

He would hold him like this all night if that was what he wanted.

Sometime later Kool finally pulled away and walked over to the minifridge and pulled out a bottle water.

He took a long pull before offering to Blue.

Blue shook his head no as he silently watched Kool pace around the room, stopping here, touching that, all the while never looking directly at Blue.

Bothered more than he could say by the lack of eye contact, Blue walked up to Kool and grabbed his hand, drawing his attention from the generic painting on the wall.

"Let's go for a walk," he stated, pulling Kool along behind him as he gathered up the key card and headed towards the door.

Kool didn't look very enthusiastic about the walk but neither did he try and refuse.

He was just quiet.

Too quiet for Blue's liking.

He couldn't help but wonder if something more had happened.

Had his mother told everything to his father?

Blue didn't even try to talk until they were well out of the hotel and walking towards the soft sand.

Not being peak hours for beach going, the area, though not deserted didn't have high traffic either.

It provided a decent amount of privacy to talk.

Blue looked down at Kool.

"How did things go with you father? Was he angry? Did your mother..." Blue trailed off then.

It wasn't an easy question to ask... that.

Blue saw Kool's twisted smile and his heart ached for him.

Today with his mother had to have been a nightmare but had he gotten it double?

Had his dad been worse?

"As far as I can tell my father has no knowledge that I am gay. My mom has not told him yet," Kool finally said as they continued walking.

"He was very angry at my being late for the meeting and he and my uncles... well let us just say it was business as usual with them. When I do well, I am a star and when I mess up, I am a useless ungrateful child."

Kool smiled and looked up at Blue.

"So just that. Today with them I was just a useless ungrateful child... not a useless ungrateful gay child," Blue bounced his shoulder into Kool's, knocking into him hard enough to make him stumble a few feet over.

"That's not funny," Blue groused, his tone angry but the hand sweeping out to quickly steady Kool from where he had bumped him a little too enthusiastically, soft and gentle.

"Then you do not have a sense of humor Blue," Kool drawled back with a small grin.

"The entire day has been one black comedic moment after another."

"Now you're really starting to make me angry," Blue countered, not liking Kool's tone or the flat effect of his personality since returning an hour ago.

More than angry, he was worried.

He stopped walking and grabbed Kool's hand, stopping his forward movement and turning him around so that they could face each other.

He glanced around then and quickly released Kool.

The images of someone covertly taking their picture right now filled his mind and he sighed in disgust.

It was going to take a long time to shake that memory from his life.

"I don't know how to help you right now," Blue admitted to Kool, feeling lost.

"Please tell me what I can do to help. Anything. It's yours," he insisted his arms spreading wide.

"My Blue, you are here. That is all I need," Kool said, his voice so gentle and pure.

Blue felt tears come to his eyes.

Kool's lilting voice when he said 'My Blue' slayed him every time.

Unconsciously Blue lay his hand over his heart and rubbed at the deep ache he felt in his chest where his heart beat an uneven rhythm.

Lust and love, gentleness and pain, comfort and hurt, he had experienced an array of emotions today and they had all taken a terrible toll.

He could only imagine how horrible things must have been for Kool.

He was still wondering as Kool hadn't really told Blue what had happened with his mother.

He had just said it had not gone very well.

Having met his mother Blue knew that to be a gross understatement but how could he expect Kool to tell all when Blue himself was keeping things from Kool?

He too had not fully disclosed how brutal his mother had been.

They were two very hurt boys doing their best to protect each other.

It would be sweet if it wasn't so sad.

"So you know I want to lean down and wrap you in my arms right now and like kiss you for at least four minutes and eleven seconds but since that can't happen I need you to do something else for me," Blue rushed out, not exaggerating in the least about his need to lay claim to Kool's mouth right then.

Kool giggled.

He actually giggled, the sound surprising Blue at the unexpected and childish sound.

"Four minutes and eleven seconds?" Kool repeated back, stifling his laughter behind his hand.

Blue chuckled back.

"You can round down but that would only leave four minutes. I don't know about you but my tongue wants those eleven other seconds."

Kool started giggling again and then chuckling until ultimately a full belly laugh rolled up and out from deep within him as tears leaked from his eyes and his nose crinkled as he continued to laugh at Blue's spouted nonsense.

Blue laughed along with Kool.

Seeing him be happy even if for only these few moments gave Blue some relief for the first-time since, he had met Mother Somboon.

Kool's dead like arrival this afternoon had been worse than his crying of earlier.

Blue only ever wanted to see a smiling Kool.

If he had to play the clown from here on out, he would gladly do so to make this one of a kind man standing before him keep that irreplaceable smile on his face.

By mutual agreement they both turned and started walking again.

Kool finally told Blue a little bit more about how things were at work. Blue bit his lip and refrained from responding.

He didn't think comments like 'I'll punch that bastard' or 'what an asshole' would be very beneficial so he just listened.

Kool never did discuss the confrontation with his mother though.

The fact that he didn't said more than anything to Blue as to how painful that must have been for Kool.

No matter how much Kool might think he doesn't expect anything from his parents, having them react like that to the essence of you still had to be incredibly painful.

Blue worried for Kool but he kept it hidden inside.

He would watch him.

He would be here if Kool needed him.

He wouldn't let him fall.

After a while Blue repeated his question from earlier.

"Are you hungry, yet?"

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luna-indigoduh · 3 years ago

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Ok I’ve been gone for a bit but I’m back and got something cute for you all. This hasn’t been proof read at all and I’m just excited to finally post something now that I have more muse. So here you guys go and I hope you love it.

Ok I’ve been gone for a while but I’ve been thinking about a pro hero Bakugo who honestly never thought he would have time to date. He spends most of his time in his office or off traveling for some important mission, not ever giving himself a break or the time to even think about a significant other.

Bakugo spends his free days with a set routine. Getting up early for breakfast. Going to the gym and wondering if his friends were free. Even though he was a little rough around the edges he can’t help but to spend more time with them than he would like to admit. Most of his friends were in relationships but he didn’t care much. He doesn’t mind being a third wheel and he was sure they didn’t care. At least he thought they didn’t care. They cared a lot more than he knew.

Bakugo has been on at least four dates that weren’t his own within the last month. Tagging along with kiri and Mina where they manage to have off. He offers to cook them dinner because what’s more romantic than his food. This is the same Bakugo who forced himself in on Kaminari and Jirou movie date, doing nothing but shushing them The Who time cause he couldn’t hear the movie. They all didn’t think too much about it until he somehow found himself on Midoryas and Urakas anniversary date. Loud explosive male barged into his best friend's home telling them not to mind him as he made his way in his home. He didn’t even realize what day it was until he saw the freckled male on one knee. Once he did that they knew they had to get him out of their hair.

That was when his friends had gotten the idea. Well it was mostly seros. It started with them all complaining about how lonely and overbearing the male was. How if he just had someone of his own they probably wouldn’t have such an issue with him. That’s when Sero gave them the genius idea.

“Make him a tinder.”

Ok they all know this could get them all killed. Katsuki was definitely not the type to use tinder and they all knew but it was obvious he needed someone to spend his everyday with. So it had to be done. It took some time to make the account. What would Katsuki tinder even look like? His caption would probably have Great Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamite somewhere. Would also express he should be the number one hero over ‘shitty Deku’. Was he a cat person or a dog person?

They had finished the account and very quickly started to swipe on people who they thought were katsuki’s type. It probably wasn’t the best idea to do it in their break room of the agency cause when the ashy blonde entered the room to ask if any of them had seen his phone they couldn’t find the words to speak. Rambles about how it’s just a joke and how they meant no harm were quick to leave their lips. Only earning harsh glare from the male as he snatched his phone.

Katsuki couldn’t believe that his friends thought this of him. He didn’t need a stupid app to help him find a relationship. He was Katsuki fucking Bakugo. Any one would be happy to be with him. Plus he was happily single. He wasn’t lonely. Or desperate for love he kept telling himself. He was just going to delete the app anyways once he was off. Well that’s what he thought he would do.

After finding his friends with his phone the male had a long day. It felt like he couldn’t catch a break. Stopping a robbery, helping a burning building evacuation and finding himself in an intense fight against a villain who just wouldn’t give up. He was drained and felt as if a weight that he couldn’t even hold up. The weight seemed to become even more crushing when he entered his empty apartment. Everything seemed to have been weighing on him. He decided to just sleep this feeling off. He ate dinner, showered and headed to bed. His eyes shutting with ease ready to sleep off his day

Ding

Everyone who knew Katsuki knew not to text him after work unless it was an emergency. He didn’t understand who thought they were important enough to interrupt his sleep. Deciding to quickly check it. Leaning over to his nightstand grabbing his phone as the blue light illuminated his dark room to see a notification. He had gotten a match. Wasn’t surprising. He didn’t think much of it since last he saw the app he had a few matches last he saw when he took his phone away from the idiots he calls his friends. He was going to set it down when the phone dinged again from the notification. This time a message.

“ Didn’t take the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight as a cat person.”

Katsuki blinked at the message a few times before internally sighing at the thought that now everyone who saw his profile would be quick to respond to him. Most were asking if it was the real him. Others say how he’s their favorite hero,but no one had the balls to taunt him. He would be lying if he said you didn’t spark his interest at that moment. Clicking on the notification and heading to your profile to see if you were even worthy to mock him.

The male looked through your photos and instantly became more interested. You were beautiful. Melanated skin shining like gold in every photo you allowed the world to see. He loved seeing how in each photo your hair was different. Each style brings out your features in different ways. Your gorgeous face wasn’t the only thing that caught his attention. It seemed you two had similar interests. Pictures of you hiking, at the gym, and cooking made him wonder.

One message wouldn’t be bad right. He wouldn’t get attached just texting you for a few minutes. He decided he’d send a quick reply. It’s not like one text would ruin his night of sleep. He had self control.

“I’m not,” was all he sent back to you before turning off his ringer and rolling over in bed.

The next morning Katsuki assumed you would have thought he ghosted you or that he could just ignore you but it being his day off it wasn’t exactly that easy. All his friends were busy either working or spending time with their significant other and with him being completely done with regular routine he didn’t have much to do. He sat on his couch bored aimlessly scrolling through his phone after working out. He saw the small red dot on the fire app symbolizing he had a notification and decided to check it. He ignored every message but yours seeing you already had a sly comment sent back to him.

“Ah I always figured the one and only Dynamite would be a dog person,” he said reading the first message as he saw you were typing. His face soon formed a scowl.

“You always gave me Pomeranian type energy.”

Ok now he truly did want to just ignore the message. He already thought this app was a stupid idea and now he knew for sure it was a stupid idea. To your luck though there was no way he would just let you call him some small, not badass dog and get away with it.

“A Pomeranian? If anything I’m a fucking scary one.”

“Pomeranians can be scary, plus they have fluffy hair and are cute like another blonde.”

Katsuki was a bit stunned that you actually sent him that message. He also found it amusing when you sent him a bunch of apologizes and expressing how much of a dumb pick up line it was. He decided why not text you a bit more to see where this all went.

Texting you started as a maybe you once a day thing before katsuki fell asleep where you would tease each other back and forth and maybe ask some questions just to get to know each other. Then it became texting once he woke up in the morning and before he fell asleep. It started with you sending him a cute little good morning after he had crashed after getting off from a long mission. It made him feel good to wake up to a text from someone. Especially someone who seemed to care for him.

That was around the time his friends began to notice how the male seemed to be smiling a lot more at his phone when it seemed like no one was watching. How he seemed to type so quickly on his phone seemingly being in a rush. Plus it was obvious that something or someone had him occupied since he was now out of his friends' hair and focused on talking to you more.

Though Katsuki was enjoying getting to text you everyday and what soon became late night FaceTime calls where you’d fall asleep talking to each other, he wanted to meet you in person. The thought of it made his stomach turn truly. He didn’t want to scare you off or become too much to deal with just as he did to his friends. The day you asked to see him though he couldn’t stop himself from saying yes.

You both agreed to meet up that night since he didn’t have much time off coming up and you had a busy work schedule yourself. So why not tonight? Well katsuki could think of several reasons why once he was at work.

To his luck this day just seemed like fuck over Katsuki day. Firstly Izuku wasn’t in due to him being out cake testing for his wedding with Ochako. So he was being called on basically anything they would have chosen the number one hero to do. Oh how he loved being the replacement. Thanks to having so much work to do that meant he had all the paperwork included. This meant a late night stay at the agency after he had been in meetings all day, and having villains try their best to kill him.

Once he was home he could feel that weight he had felt before by filling the room. The way it was so empty and cold didn’t help boost his excitement for your date tonight. It didn’t help that he had promised to make you dinner at his house. By the time it was he definitely wouldn’t have time to start anything so it was a pizza kind of night.

When you knocked on the door it took him some time to answer it before. When he did it was very obvious the male had been through a rough day. Dark circles make home around the males eyes. The tension on his shoulders is easy to spot with just a glance at him. Easily being able to read how his day was on his face. Oh how he wished you didn’t have to see him this way.

He apologized for not being able to make you dinner as he guided you inside which you told him it was ok. You suggested a movie, he figured that you noticed the tiredness in his face. It was unusual for him to have someone even consider if he needed rest.

You both sat on his couch as the movie started. Butterflies in both of your stomachs. While katsuki could barely keep his eyes open. The sound of the movie going in and out. His eyes becoming heavier and heavier as the weight he was trying to ignore became his main focus on his mind. Hating each second of it when he wanted to be focused on the beautiful girl by his side.

“Do you need to vent?”

It was a simple question that brought the male back to reality. The one that caused him to look over at you for a quick second then back to the tv. “I don’t vent,”was all he could respond with.

He wasn’t comfortable with venting. He was never good at putting his feelings and thoughts into words. He didn’t think he would be able to do that with you especially since it was only the first time meeting you. So he thought it was the end of your comfort.

“That’s ok, we could cuddle if you like. You look like you need some rest and don’t be stubborn either.”

He gave you another look at your statement. After just talking over text and FaceTime you knew him too well for his own good already. He let out a soft breath before finally caving in and allowing himself to get comfortable.

You assisted on being the big spoon even after the blonde argued repeatedly that he was big spoon material. So he laid against your chest as you played in his hair aimlessly. Your goal was to get the male to relax and you did just that. It didn’t take long for his eyes to flutter shut and for him to take in your scent of your vanilla perfume that took over his mind before he gently fell asleep.

Early in the morning the male woke up letting out a yawn. His home felt different. Something new about it as he woke up lashed batting as they adjusted to the scenery. He didn’t feel the heaviness of weight on his shoulder, the loneliness and cold feeling completely gone from him. He looked up from the spot he rested and smiled at the sight in front of him.

You slept peacefully. Arms loosely around the male as light snores escaped from your lips. That’s what was different. Just your comfort brough light and warmth into the males home. It was the feeling he always looked for. The feeling he stayed so close to his friends for and now he finally got it for himself. He wanted to keep it forever.

All thanks to a stupid app tinder.

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mci-writing · 2 years ago

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Ghosty Ghostly Hauntings (Ghost!Midoriya Izuku x Reader)

Warnings: Smut, like full on sex smut; ghost!Midoriya x human!reader; heavily implied no quirk AU; uhhh Midoriya is dead? But like, there’s no explicit mention of how he died or any violence; Dom!Deku; they don’t know each other that well when they have sex; only partially proof read tbh

The quiet of your new room has your head pounding, thoughts of the past few hours keeping you wide awake. You’ve twisted and turned under the warmth of your comforter almost thousands of times, taking a moment to lay on each of your sides before deciding that those weren’t enough to keep you comfortable. Eventually, you fall back to the center of your bed with an exasperated sigh, “This isn’t working…”

Your wandering mind makes it pretty obvious why you can’t sleep, your senses heightened to a thousand and making you feel every single thing. You feel every thread and every bit of fuzz on your comforter. Your nose inhales every particle in the air, varying smells mixing with the few small portions of dust still lingering from moving in . The rays from the moon feel brighter than normal against your skin and the natural chill of the house contrasts the light in an uncomfortable way that you’re unable to ignore. Whether or not it’s the origin of your discomfort is beyond you, but it doesn’t take a genius to know it’s part of the reason why you can’t sleep. It could also be because you’re living in a new place, a big and old family home that had been abandoned for a couple years before you had initially bought and moved in.

It was already getting harder to make rent at your old apartment with the pay you had received from your job, but it became incredibly more difficult after being let off from said job. In time, you left and bounced from apartment to apartment before finally finding and settling with your new place that cost practically nothing.

Okay, practically nothing is a bit of a slight exaggeration. I mean, I’d say buying a jiko bukken (stigmatized property) for practically nothing at all is pretty fair when the tenant before you died in an unknown way and the house had become known for the supernatural happenings around it. Practically free house at the cost of a plausible, HEAVILY plausible roommate sounds pretty fair. Pretty, preeeeeetty fair, in my opinion.

You learned a few things about the house from the house’s seller, who was the original tenant’s childhood friend. His name was Bakugou Katsuki and he was… very rough around the edges. Kind of a bit of a prick, and you couldn’t tell if it was from his potential mourning or if he was just an asshole. You really wouldn’t be surprised if he was just an asshole, though…

The guy who owned the place before you was Midoriya Izuku, who inherited the home from his late mother. He was a “major fucking nerd”, quoting Bakugou, and had a lot of comic book memorabilia stored away in a corner of the home’s basement (more specifically of the hero All Might). A lot of the information you had received was conflicting, mostly through Bakugou’s colorful use of adjectives, but it was enough to paint the picture of a relatively good guy that seemed a little lonely in his final years. The loneliness idea is more of an assumption, seeing as how the few things still set up in the house belonged only to Midoriya and Bakugou never really brought up anyone else when you asked about people living there before you.

Speaking of Bakugou, the house was initially left in his hands, but he damn sure didn’t want it. Asking him why he didn’t want it and why he was practically giving it away is a bit of a sensitive subject. He explained that he didn’t want to keep the place due to all the memories associated and it would’ve been easier to just give the place away (and “Not because I’m fucking afraid of any damn ghosts!”). His words are a little more than jarring after hearing him refer to Midoriya as “Deku” when he doesn’t catch himself and the look his ruby eyes held anytime the two of you came across any of the guy’s old stuff only tell a story you’re probably not going to be told too soon.

Thinking about it all only made your head swirl in muddled ignorance, so you tried to avoid doing that. It managed to get you through most of the day while you focused on putting away your things after Bakugou had finally left.

Or, you did stop thinking about it until you actually ran into the tenant that lived there before you while you were trying to familiarize yourself with your new place…

You were initially a little bewildered to see the face of someone that you’ve been told is supposed to be dead floating past you in a seemingly supernatural glow. He didn’t notice you at first, seemingly muttering to himself as he floated from door to door and room to room, so you decided to ignore that and distracted yourself further into setting up your things. You acknowledged the confirmation of your actual, dead roommate and just kept on trucking.

The next time you came across him had you a little more curious, especially since you were mostly done with unpacking. He’s once again muttering to himself as he floats about the golden beige colored halls, not minding his surroundings. He never bothered to look where he was going, seemingly knowing where he was at all times. There was also this slight chill that would fill the room each time he was near, which only alerted you to his presence more.

“H-Hey,” The first time you called out to him had surprised you, not expecting the words to spill from between your lips. He doesn’t seem to hear you, though. You take in a deep breath, pushing the air out through your nose before you speak up louder than the first, “Hey, you!”

He pipes up at the call, freezing in place from how startled it made him. He slowly turns around to face you, seemingly shivering from head to floating toe, “Y-You…,” Your (e/c) eyes meet frazzled, emerald orbs, “Y-You’re… You’re a…,” He was only stuck for a moment, his cheeks growing a bright tone as he stood there, before he eventually jumped in acknowledged surprise that you were actually there and that he definitely wasn’t imagining you. He faded in and out before you in his ghostly glow, a shade of emerald green matching his eyes and a bright red filling the lost color of his face. It was almost like a mixed up glow stick that was losing its glowy liquidy stuff, “Human!”

It was almost like looking at a slightly altered alarm, flashing in a way that made you cover your eyes and flinch away. It takes it a moment to really dim down, but that doesn’t stop the frantic mutterings he made. His voice wasn’t severely altered like many movies make it out to be. There were no high pitched squeals or low groans many would expect a ghost to make like they do in the movies, but it was all jumbling together as he had tried to process the new information, which only made you suspect that maybe he didn’t initially know that he would be accompanied by a new housemate.

“Midoriya,” You attempted to call in hopes of plausibly grounding him into the situation, but the sound only flew over his head as the intensity of his rambling continued. You tried again a little louder, your hand now lowered, since the blinding light had faded, and stepped closer to the specter, “Midoriya! Midoriya Izuku!”

“Does that mean that Kacchan-,” Without much thought, you reached out and touched his shoulders, managing to feel something when your fingers didn’t phase through his form. You pulled him close to you, unintentionally getting lost in the light in his green eyes. They held more life than you’d expected them to, swirling with different shades of jade-filled emotion. They widened at the motion, obviously caught off-guard by it, but he didn’t pull away.

The close proximity doesn’t go unnoticed, but you found it hard to pull away, even if the apparition had quieted his mumbling out of surprise of the situation at the time. His cheeks had lit up once again, though in a warmer and more welcoming fashion as opposed to the earlier lightshow. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing almost as if he were still alive, and he was a little more than speechless with how things were playing out. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, causing your eyes to flit down to his lips, a scene from a series you had recently read prior to the move came to your mind. The protagonist had more than happily kissed the ghost living in his new apartment purely out of curiosity (and because he’d also read about it in a manga series) and you’d suddenly had the urge to find out what the lips of a ghost would feel like.

When your eyes flit back up to his, they’re seemingly just as entranced with the whole thing. They glowed in confused anticipation, which only urged you to make your next move of taking a closer step and closing the small distance between the two of you. He tensed up against you, a strange warmth growing against the cold of his form as he began to process the unexpected action you’d enacted. If you were a mind reader, all the jumbled thoughts that seared through his mind would cause you psychic damage.

Just as you were about to pull away, he reciprocated the kiss, moving his lips against yours. They’re cold, as you would expect them to be, yet the softness of them held such an unexpected warmth that the cold seemed to disappear as soon as it came. It’s a little inexperienced for both of you, especially because you’d never kissed a ghost before this and he’d never kissed a human as a ghost prior to this either, but it left you feeling a little dizzy.

“Sorry, but I had to stop your rambling somehow,” You tease after you gain your bearings, a small smile playing along your lips as you take a small step away from him, “Nice to meet you, Midoriya. I’m the new owner of your home, (L/n) (Y/n). Please take care of me.”

After that encounter, you got to know him throughout the day. You learned more about his small obsession with comic book heroes and super powers, how he’d initially been living in the house by himself before his death, and his relationship with Bakugou, who he called Kacchan with the excitement of someone looking up to their idol. You explained your interests to him, explained why you’d decided to purchase a house with the knowledge of a plausible ghost, and apologized for the surprise kiss you’d laid on him. He’d been a bigger help in settling you in and you were even more comfortable with your new living situation by the time you’d decided to take a shower that night.

The afterimage of your otherworldly roommate glowing like a firecracker spontaneously pops into your brain like popcorn kernels, the kiss itself replaying over and over like a never ending movie. You feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you, which you hadn’t felt when the kiss had originally happened. It’s like the secondhand embarrassment you’d feel for anyone else, except a little more personal and a lot less vicarious.

Your hands move on their own as they lift your pillow out from under you and shove the plush material against your face. It’s not enough to suffocate you, but it’s enough to shield yourself from the circumstances for a moment. At least now you can say there’s more to your insomnia tonight than the exciting buzzing of your nerves from being in a new place.

You roll over onto your stomach, sighing as you lift your face from the pillow, “I’m not getting anywhere like this…”

You sit up and decide that maybe a small walk and glass of water will calm your nerves enough to send you to sleep, but then you see it… One of the few things you hadn’t unpacked, a box with some special things inside.

You weigh your options in your head, tilting it as you think about your options. You could just rummage through the box, pick out one of your self-gratifying devices, and go to town long enough to wear yourself out, but there was the plausibility of having your new ghost roomie see all your goods on display while you pleasured yourself. Technically, Midoriya has very well had the plausibility of seeing such your naked body a few times today, but he didn’t necessarily seem like the type to peak, so you’ve assumed, but there was also the slim chance that he could very well be a peeping tom and has just been really cool about it.

After the initial kiss between the two of you, he seemed to calm down… Okay, maybe not immediately after, since he was very frazzled once the debacle was over. If someone could die twice, he definitely would’ve been deader.

Once the shock and flustered rambling brushed over, he was more open to speak with you and properly introduce himself. His cheeks had still held a red tint to them, but now they weren’t completely covering the honeydew in his cheeks or the small confidence beyond his jade eyes. His face was sun-kissed and covered in varying freckles, but you had been unable to tell how far down they’d go. You found him relatively cute for a dead guy, and he was gentlemanly enough to float from your room after you’d walked in when your shower was over wearing nothing but a towel for decency.

Even if Midoriya did happen to see, you were in the privacy of your own room and you doubted he’d be brave enough to actually help you let alone make his presence known. With that final bit of self-reassurance, you pulled out a toy, like countless other lonely nights.

You lay back and get comfortable, closing your eyes as your handles fondle at your own breasts. You sigh through your nose, giving them an encouraging squeeze before lifting your thumbs to flick your nipples. They erect with time, giving your fingers something else to focus your attention on.

The touching alone isn’t enough. Your eyebrows scrunch as you try to focus on something, the incident from earlier being the first thing to come to mind.

You allow it to play out as it originally had, the image of the innocent kiss seemingly staring back at you in your brain. This kiss, however, is less awkward and holds more to it. Midoriya’s scared hands find their places against you, one cupping your cheek and pulling you forward to deepen the kiss while the other finds its way to your waist. He presses your body flush against his, the kiss growing a little wetter and a little sloppier.

Your hand eases down to rub at your clit, the area starting to dampen. It’s not enough. You let your boob go, reaching into your sex box and rummaging around it for whatever shape interests you. Just as you grab hold of the toy, a familiar cool sensation comes over the room.

“(L/n)?,” You quickly sit up, covering yourself with the blanket, and find Midoriya floating in your doorway. There’s a concerned look on his face as he drifts in more, his head tilted by the time he stands beside your bed, “Why are you still awake? It’s getting pretty late, isn’t it?”

Your grip on your blanket tightens, your eyes trailing to glance at your window as you think about how to explain yourself. Technically, you were just suffering from some small insomnia, but you were just about to exhaust yourself by masturbating. The worst case scenario seemed like it was playing out before you and you were starting to really regret your decision.

Midoriya takes note of your silence, only growing more confused when a flushed hue comes to your face as the silence thickens between the two of you. He looks you over, taking notice of how the straps of your tank top were hanging loosely off of your shoulders. Your appearance made it obvious you had been tossing and turning, your (e/c) eyes holding both an exhausted look while being wide awake. He nods to himself, touching your shoulder to regain your attention as he speaks, “Are you having trouble sleeping?”

“Y-Yeah…!” His cold hand makes you straighten, cooling your warmth skin and seemingly drawing you in. You stop yourself from pressing into his touch, growing even more embarrassed, “I-I was just going to… tire myself out a little…”

Your phrasing leaves Midoriya a little confused. He thinks over what you mean very hard, his facial expressions only making you want to bury yourself, until his eyes widen in realization for a moment. The realization turns into a look of dumbfoundedness, then followed by a bright blush filling the color of his face. Had he still been alive, you’re positive his hand on your shoulder would have burned instead of being as chilling as it was now.

“I’m so sorry!,” He falls to his knees beside you, bowing over and over as he continues to profusely apologize, “I didn’t realize you were- I-I just wanted to check and make sure you were okay! I swear I didn’t see anything and I just wanted to see if you needed anything, I promise-”

His rambling would be an adorably funny mess had this been any other situation, but it’s only making you feel a little bad for admitting he was kind of interrupting your personal time. You take in a deep breath, calming a bit of your earlier mortification. Your hand releases your blanket as you turn to face him better, resting a hand on his shoulder and running another through his curls to ease him back down. His emerald orbs meet your (e/c) ones, his face now a flushed red as his murmurings die down, “It’s alright, Midoriya. You had no idea what was going on. I’m not mad…”

“Ah-,”

“Just a little embarrassed,” You admit with a small smile, pulling away from him and leaning your side against your headboard.

You contemplate another solution to plausibly tiring yourself out, thinking back to your original plan of maybe walking down to the kitchen and making yourself a glass of water or something. The trip could help you calm your mind a little…

“I… Um… I could help tire you out…,” Midoriya speaks up, a little quiet but loud enough for the words to linger in the air. He freezes up when he has your full attention again, fearing that his eyes will linger down to the dip in your shirt and give him a full eye of cleavage once more. He decides to avert his eyes as he explains, growing hot under the attentiveness he was receiving, “I-I mean, I did say I would t-take care of you e-earlier a-and it is my fault you didn’t get to finish… It’s only fair I make it up to you, right? And take responsibility.”

His voice grows confident the more he speaks, determined and shameless by the end of it. He’s soon standing over you, a look in his eyes you're unfamiliar with from him. It makes you shiver, especially when his eyes look you over and undress you. They begin to glow a little, shining even brighter in the darkness, and you feel a little more self-conscious.

“R-Responsibility?” Your voice cracks a little when you finally manage to say anything, which he finds amusing. He nods, but he doesn’t make a move forward, very much waiting for your consent to anything before he does anything.

You did find him attractive, in a ghost roommate you just met kind of way, so you weren’t exactly opposed. You were also still slicked up, even after he had just walked in on you trying to touch yourself.

“T-Then, it is only fair, right?” He presses his lips against yours again, leading you to lay back against your bed. One of his hands lifts your thigh as he gets between them, caressing the skin with light touches. His other hand immediately moves to fondle your breast, giving the flesh a soft squeeze as he pulls away from the kiss.

He takes a moment to really take your appearance in, noting the way your breath becomes uneven and your skin flushes under his caresses, knowing that there’s no guarantee he’ll see this sight at his own hands again. Your nipples proudly strain against your top and he can feel the warmth radiating from your pussylips through your panties.

He phases his hand through your tank top, giving your tit another, testing squeeze. He enjoys the way it makes you shiver, lightly tugging on the mound a few times to draw more heavy breaths from you. He lets it go, not missing the disappointed look that flashes through your eyes when he does, before thumbing and circling at your erect nipples. His naturally cold fingers enhance the feeling, making your already sensitive body feel him playing with you more. He flicks and nudges, observing the small twitches and changes in your face.

His knee nudges against your clothes lower lips, grinding into the mound as he continues to tease at your nipple. You close your eyes, softly mewling from his ministrations, only to open them when his lips wrap around your other nipple. His tongue darts at the bud a few times, rolling it around before he lightly tugs it between his teeth. At the same time, his index finger and thumb have started tugging at the other one, neither being tugged and prodded at the same time.

“M-Midoriya,” You softly call, your hips pressing down against his leg and meeting the grinding he’s giving. It’s not enough to satiate the need, but it’s better than nothing at all. Your fingers reach up to run through his green curls again, raking and lightly tugging with each tug he makes to your nipples.

He smiles against the bud as you start to make more little moans, pulling away at the sound of his name. When you stare up at him, there’s a slight daze to them as they plead for him to do more. He moves his knee, his free hand moving to rub your folds through your panties. He makes an amused sound as he feels you drip past the fabric. He leans forward again, pressing stray, cold kisses along the warm skin of your neck.

“Call me Izuku, (Y/n),” He mumbles once he reaches your ear, the cold air making you shiver more. The sudden shift from earlier is almost unfair to you, but you're unable to complain when he’s already making you feel good. His fingers ghost over your clit a few times, “Come on, just try it, please?”

“Izuku…,” His first name rolls off of your tongue in a small whine. His hand moves away from your breast, lifting your other thigh and caging his body between them. His other hand phases through your panties, his cool fingers pressing directly against your clit before gathering your arousal and rubbing it against your slit, “Ah, Izuku!~”

The noise you make startles you, but you’re unable to dwell on it as he continues to rub your arousal against your swollen clit, starting out rather slow before slowly speeding his finger up over time. His eyes keep note of your face, keeping eye contact with you as he edges you closer and closer to the edge. Each soft inhale or noise guides his fingers and their movement, ensuring to run them along the small slit of your clit to hear your voice raise in height. His hand does ease back to your nipple, fingers teasing at the bud and drawing more cries from you.

“You’re close, right?” He mumbles once you begin approaching your high, prompting you to only nod in fear you wouldn’t be able to voice your response. A small smile graces his features at the confirmation, his head leaning down to press a reassuring peck to your lips before burying his face in your neck. Your breath hitches as you feel the high begin to rush over you, your back arching and your lower body presses and grinds more into his hand in an attempt to reach it faster. You hold your breath, the coils coming undone when his low words make their way to your ears, “Cum, then.”

As you come down from your high, he grabs your thighs as he eases between your legs, emerald eyes honed in and focused on the area. You feel your cheeks warm from the attention once you realize and you fight the urge to close your legs. You avert your eyes as another gush of arousal fills your lower abdomen from the contrasting temperature of his cold hands grasping your warm skin. You feel your arousal pool and drip past your panties, all of it on display for Izuku.

A firm squeeze brings your attention back to in front of you, determined eyes staring back at you. He presses your legs to lay against your body, keeping eye contact as he eases lower down. He presses a small kiss to your thigh, leaning forward and darting his tongue out to lick against your clothed lower lips. The feeling is foreign, but not unwelcomed as your hips buck into his touch from the sensitivity of having already orgasmed. His tongue runs over your clothed lower lips again and again, urging embarrassed whines from your lips as he spreads and smears your arousal against your twitching pussylips. You give a small cry of his name once he starts prodding at your clit.

When he pulls away, his chin is glowing brightly and dripping from the arousal and his saliva. His eyes begin to glow like earlier, emerald eyes glazed over as he looks your folds over. Your panties stick and trace your lower lips, showing him each twitch and pulse they make. His eyes slowly trace over your body before he meets your (e/c) eyes again, his hands giving your thighs another squeeze to ground you back down. He quietly states, “I won’t be able to restrain myself from fucking you if you don’t stop me now…”

He sits up, a noticeable bulge pressing against your folds. When you glance down, in all of its ghostly glory, his cock is laying over your lips, perfectly sandwiched between them. It glistens, already covered in precum, and glows a light green that contrasts with the tufts of curly pubic hair. A few, faint freckles are highlighted by the glow of, what you assume to be, ectoplasm and it curves upwards. His hips press him against you, each slight movement moving the base of his cock against your clit and stimulating you enough to tease.

“Fuck me…,” You manage out, making eye contact as your throat goes dry. You wet your lips with your tongue before speaking up again, attempting to sound a little more determined as you press your lower body more against his, “Please, fuck me, Izuku.”

He doesn’t need to hear it again, spreading your thighs as he pulls his hips back, thrusting them over your pulsing pussylips a few times to gather your wetness along his base. When he deems it enough, he aligns the tip with your entrance, pressing the head inside in a testing thrust before pulling out again. You whine at the small stretch, wanting more of him inside.

He slowly presses back in, pushing in halfway before inching to ease back out, but your leg wraps around his waist before he can leave you empty again. Your lips quirk into a pout as you tug him closer with your leg, managing to get a little bit of him back inside. He gasps at the bold move, getting the message and pressing the rest of his cock inside of him. He naturally hits deep from his size alone, prompting a moan from you, louder than your previous mewls. He groans from the tight squeeze of your velvety walls, the tightness making it hard for him to pull his hips back.

Izuku places a hand over your head as he begins getting into a rhythm, starting out a little slow and sloppy as he tries to set a pace. He picks up the pace after a while, each thrust causing his abdomen to rub against your clit and stimulate the spot. Each drag of his hips ends with the tip of his cock pressing deep inside of you, grazing your g-spot and pulling moans from you that even some of your higher quality dildos couldn’t get from you.

He’s not shy in pressing kisses to different parts of your skin, caressing here and there as he continues to take note of your reactions. The squeeze of your walls make it hard for him to focus, the slick of your arousal mixed with his spit and precum making loud squelching noises each time his cock sinks inside of you. He ensures he’s deep with each thrust, making sure to go deeper and deeper with each request you call out.

Your fingers grip your sheets under you as you try to ground yourself, the pleasure teetering you in and out of consciousness as Izuku’s hips continue to rock deeper and deeper inside of you, each of you becoming more and more engrossed with each other. All you can really see is Izuku, eyes opened or closed, green eyes staring down at you in deep concentration as a green light encases the both of you. He has high stamina for a ghost, managing to draw numerous orgasms from you before finally starting to reach his own high. You can’t tell if the stamina is from already being dead or if it’s an attribute that carried over from his living days. You’re too fucked out to care.

As his thrusts begin to grow more erratic and heavy, you’re unable to stop yourself from wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging him deeper inside with your other leg, latching on to him as you trap his hips against yours. He gets less and less of his cock out, his hand messily moving between you both and rubbing at your clit to speed up your release. He tries holding back, not wanting to cum before he can finish you off again, but you keep sucking him back in deeper and deeper in just the right way.

Your lips connect as he nestles his hips deep inside of you and cums, his release heavy and filling you enough to overflow and drip onto your bed. He swallows your moans as his release prompts another from your, coating his thumb as he continues to thumb at your clit. He ensures to ride your releases, keeping his dick buried inside of you even when he pulls away from your lips.

Your chest heaves as you regain your breath, Izuku sitting still inside of you while he looks your body over. He presses his cool hands against your skin, this time trying to cool you down rather than warm you up. He’s careful once he does pull out, softly caressing your skin and mumbling small little nothings as you begin to doze off in his hold.

~~~~~

The sun’s rays pour into your room the next morning, tugging you awake. You groan as you sit up and yawn, a soreness between your thighs reminding you of the prior night’s experience.

You first notice the sheets on your bed, which are now a very different set than the ones you’d put on yesterday. Another difference is the robe adorning your body, which is very much not yours. It’s plush, but not obnoxiously so, and it’s a dark green color with black accents.

The next thing to catch your attention was a sweet aroma coming from downstairs. Out of curiosity, you make your way to the kitchen to find a certain specter floating about.

“Izuku?,” His movements cease, a plate resting in his hands with a few soufflé pancakes and rolled omelets on the side.

“Good morning, (Y/n),” He turns around, a small smile on his face as he sets the plate down on the table as he passes it to get to you, “Did you sleep okay?”

“Y-Yeah,” Your face warms as he leads you to the table, helping you get seated. You take a bite, your face lighting up at the taste, “These taste great!”

The two of you continue peacefully conversing like that, joking around and letting the time pass. For the first time in a while, you’re not worried and you even feel a calmness wash over you.

Yeah, you’re sure this arrangement is going to be just fine…

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