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caelivir · 5 months ago

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synopsis. you’ve been deliberately dodging atsumu miya. he wants to know why.

pairing. atsumu miya x fem!reader | wc. 2.0k (it wasn’t even supposed to be this long) | genres. (implied) university au, tbh i don’t even know what this dynamic is, he calls us princess, reader’s kinda bad emotionally, rain confessions

notes. for my birthday (not gojo’s eff him (/j)) i decided why not take one of my favorite tropes of all time and pair it w the loml. you’re so welcome. this is very dialogue heavy, barely proofread, and a hot mess, but i hope you enjoy regardless.

"(y/n)." the very familiar, sultry yet aggravating voice says the moment you step out of the cafe.

"oh my god!" you jump, clutching a hand over your heart that skipped a beat. it's immediately followed with a glare towards atsumu. "what the fuck, miya? you don't just come up to people like that."

"sorry." atsumu apologizes but his nose scrunches at the word. "nah, not really. didn't know how else to get to ya."

"so you had to find me at my job?" you raise an eyebrow in disbelief.

he shrugs. "yer really not leavin' me with any other choice."

"what are you on about?" you roll your eyes as you take a sharp left, carefully exhaling out. the street is nearly deserted now that the sun sunk past the horizon, leaving only the street lights and the moon to illuminate what would be a pitch black scene. puddles of water are scattered along the walkways, remnants of the downpour that occurred earlier in the day. you had clocked out later than usual, and the next flash of rain is predicted to fall within the next few minutes. you want to get back to your dorm before the worst of it happens.

"ya know what i'm talking about." atsumu huffs. "yer clearly avoiding me."

your shoulders tense when he brings it up, and you pray that atsumu doesn't catch it. "i'm not." you lie, your heart speeding up.

"yer a shit liar. i hope ya know that." atsumu shuts you down right then and there. the fact he's able to makes you wince. that's one of the many bones you have to pick with him. he can always see right through you, and it allows him to get under your skin easily since he knows exactly what to say if he wants to get a reaction out of you.

it's because of that reason that you've been avoiding him. you know yourself well enough that if you were to stand face to face with atsumu miya as you are now, he'd figure out the secret that you've been hiding for two weeks.

atsumu presses his lips together, sighing once he realizes that all he'll get from you from this point forward is silence, but he tries his luck anywayy. "can we talk?"

you let his question fizzle out in the air, continuing down the sidewalk as atsumu follows by your side. the first drops of drizzle fall onto your hand and cheek. atsumu feels them too.

"look, it's gonna rain soon. could ya at least let me take ya home? yer gonna get soaked." atsumu gently reaches out for your hand. the sudden contact and its spark of heat makes you jump. instinctively, you yank your hand away from him. your widened eyes snap towards him, and shame washes over you. maybe the street lights are playing tricks on you, but you swear there's a flicker of hurt in his gaze. you turn away from him because you can't bear the sight of it.

"are ya mad at me? did i do somethin' to upset ya?" atsumu continues.

no, you answer in your head. you can't trust yourself to say it out loud without betraying anything else. it's not that.

"(y/n), please. talk to me." atsumu pleads. you don't think you've ever heard such desperation in his voice before. you've never seen him so raw. it's almost enough to break you, but you refuse to let go the threads of your resolve. the rain is picking up; it's cold as it soaks the threads of your clothes.

"princess." atsumu throws in as a last ditch effort. you know it is because it's the one nickname that gets you riled up the most. it sparks a reaction that atsumu knows will get you talking, but unbeknownst to him it's not for the reason he expects. he wants you to snap with anger, but all your heart does is ache. all it does is melt you into putty in his hands.

"don't call me that." you finally come to a stop, turning so that you can face him, defeat in your gaze. atsumu's blond locks are beginning to lose volume; they stick to his forehead as droplets continue to fall. his hoodie is littered with small, dark stains, a physical consequence of the rain.

"oh now i got yer attention." atsumu scoffs, poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek.

"miya." you warn, voice shaking. he ignores it.

"yer not being yerself, and ya haven't been for the last two weeks." he tells you as if you don't already recognize it yourself. "what's goin' on with ya?"

"nothing!" you deny. "i'm fine!"

atsumu rolls his eyes. "cut the crap, princess."

"seriously, stop calling me that!" you spit back at him.

you're shivering. you can't tell if it's because of your cold, wet clothes or your frustration that keeps reaching new levels. you can sense it; you can sense that your heart is about to claw itself out of chest and dump itself onto the feet of atsumu miya. your hand fists the fabric of your soaked shirt as if to keep it in.

"then tell me what's wrong!" the blond in front of you demands, running a hand through his hair. his voice projects over the brutal force of the rain.

you grimace. that's the one thing you can't do, especially since it involves him. you bite your tongue, hiding your face so that atsumu doesn't see the glassiness of your eyes. "miya... please drop it." you ask him pathetically.

"why?" he pries. this is the other issue with him. he's so damn stubborn to the point that it's infuriating. atsumu miya never backs down until he gets what he wants.

"because it's you!" the first wave of tears break free. they cascade down your cheeks, mixing in the stream of rain on your cheeks; all while your hand remains pointed at atsumu. "because i fell for you!"

atsumu shuts his mouth, going completely silent. you shake your head, laughing bitterly. "i bet you didn't expect that, did you? believe me, i didn't either. day in and day out all we've ever done was argue so i don't know how this happened. i don't know why i have these feelings for you."

wiping your face is a futile attempt yet you still do it anyway. a sob gets caught in your throat, and you choke on it. "i can't stop thinking about you. i can't be near you without my heart attempting to leap out of chest. and so yeah, i've been avoiding you miya, and it's because you've made me so damn weak."

your stare finds atsumu's. you can't get a read on him, but you don't have to second guess that he can see the pain swirling in your eyes. it's so humiliating that even now the first thing that crosses your mind is how good he looks even as you feel your heart being torn apart. his hair is completely stuck to his forehead. his blond ends that are soaked through and through drip their excess water onto his face. you want nothing more than to brush them out of his line of sight, but you can't. you fight that desire by balling up your fists.

"so please just leave me alone. stop trying to find me because i can't take this anymore." you beg through hiccups.

you wait for a response. you wait to see if atsumu will kick your heart aside. in an even better scenario, which is far from likely, he accepts it. you'll take either or.

but he does neither, and that's fine too. you leave atsumu by himself on the sidewalk, and your lack of presence pulls him out of his trance. he jogs to catch up to you, reaching from behind to clasp your hand in his.

"miya, let go-"

"no." he says firmly, a newfound fire burning behind his eyes, one that exceeds the one you feel on your hand. the sight makes you gulp. "ya can't just confess yer feelings for me and leave."

you chuckle weakly, trying to pull yourself free from his grasp. "i think i can."

"no, ya can't. ya didn't even give me a chance to say anythin'." atsumu argues. he doesn't relinquish the hold he has on you.

"what more do you have to say? you don't feel the same, and that's fine-"

"could ya stop assuming things?! i never even said that." atsumu squeezes your hand ever so lightly in frustration. "and by the way, i'm not gonna leave ya alone. i'll follow ya to the edge of the earth if i have to."

you're still crying at this point, and atsumu's words are only making you more upset. "why?! why are you so fixated on me?! why can't you just-"

"because i'm in love with ya!"

in that moment, you swear the rain stops in its place, suspended in the air. surely, you must've been hearing things wrong. atsumu miya, the guy who has everyone dancing to the tune of his hand, is- no that doesn't even sound right. how could he possibly-

"god, i've been in love with ya for so long." atsumu laughs, like it's a relief to finally get it off his chest. "but ya nearly ripped my heart to shreds over these past two weeks."

atsumu squeezes your hand before letting it fall to your side. his own flex by his side as if to hold himself back. "(y/n), ya can insult me to yer heart's content if that's what makes ya happy, but don't dodge me like i'm the damn plague. i hate it. i really do."

atsumu picks up his tear-filled eyes; it makes your own fall even faster because you realize that this hurts him. you want to apologize, but the words are backed up in your throat. your cries steal away your ability to speak.

so you pull him in, yanking him by the drenched fabric of his hoodie and closing the distance between you two. your lips crash onto his, praying that this action is enough for him to understand. it takes a moment for atsumu to react, he's unmoving against you, and once he realizes what's happening, he relaxes. his hands fly to your neck, resting one on either side as he kisses you back.

it's carnivorous. he kisses you like he's been deprived of you. you feel how badly atsumu's been wanting this, how long he's been waiting for this day. you can barely keep up with his hunger. it's hot enough to overpower the chill that comes with the rain beating down on both of you. you'd kiss him forever if you could, but your lungs are begging for air.

when you pull away, atsumu's eyes reveal that he's in a daze, a happy one, like he just came back from soaring through the clouds. his damp hair presses onto your forehead as you both catch your breaths.

he pulls back. atsumu wears a soft grin as he admires you, even though you probably look like a wet dog. one of his hands find their way up to your cheek. you look at him expectantly. "(y/n), i want all of ya. i want yer stubborn ass attitude and yer insults. i want ya to be the only person who can bring me back down to earth. i want yer smiles and all yer laughs. i want to continue lovin' ya." he professes with complete certainty. his flowery words make you beam so brightly that it makes your cheeks hurt.

"i'll give you all of that and more." you swear. "but miya, i need you to kiss me again."

"oh? it seems like i got myself a needy princess." atsumu smirks, but he's already leaning in.

"shut up."

"gladly." atsumu agrees, pressing his lips to yours, smiles on both your faces.

you catch the flu the day after, and so does atsumu. but man, it is so, so worth it.

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shellshocklove · 1 month ago

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hot 'n' heavy | joel miller

pairing/AU: mom's friend from work!joel miller x female!reader

summary: hiding away in your room during your mother's annual work party, your mom's friend from work, the handsome joel miller, finds you in a compromising position.

warnings: this is an 18+ fic so mdni! swearing, age gap (reader is college age), use of pet names, pwp, smut, f!masturbation, dom!joel, daddy!joel, manhandling, oral (m receiving), degradation (slut), pussy spanking, unprotected sex (don't do it!), creampie, no use of y/n

a/n: this is just something short and smutty. i debated not posting this tbh since it felt a little simple and not as detailed + with no plot, but it's been so long since i've written anything at all so i'm gonna look at it as a win that it's something lol

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"Fuck… Is this really what ya want, sweetheart?"

Joel's voice was barely a whisper, something deep and gravely as he let his thumb skate over your cheek. It was depraved how gone you were already: half-naked on your knees before a man you barely knew, your eyes half-lidded from his touch, and your panties soaked through with your arousal.

You shouldn't be doing this.

Joel worked with your mother. He wasn't technically her coworker – a fact you'd cling to tomorrow when the reality of your actions would settle in – he was a contractor the company she worked for used for most of their projects. That's why he was here tonight, in your childhood home, attending your mother's work party.

You hadn't planned on visiting this weekend, didn't really plan on it for the foreseeable future either, but the devil herself (your roommate) had basically kicked you out because her army boyfriend (ugh) was visiting. With no place to go, if you didn't want to spend this month's paycheck on a last minute hotel room for two nights, you'd ended up going home.

Technically, and you'll forever be hung up on the technicalities of this situation, you were supposed to be studying at your desk in your childhood bedroom… not getting caught in bed masturbating by your mother's coworker.

To say getting caught had been embarrassing was an understatement. That he'd seen the glistening of your arousal on your fingers when you'd quickly retracted your hand from your panties and seen the porn video flicker over your phone screen… was even worse. But the fact that he was the most gorgeous man you'd ever seen, was definitely the worst part of this situation.

"'m sorry, sweetheart," he let out an embarrassed chuckle, like he couldn't believe what he'd walked in on, "I was just lookin' for the bathroom."

"It's at the end of the hall," you peeped out.

"Right… thanks," he said, his hand still lingering on your door handle.

A beat passed, and your eyes locked with his where you could glimpse something darker clouding them. It ignited something inside you, played the strings of the arousal still settling inside you, and sparked a hint of bravery in the pit of your stomach.

"You can use my bathroom if you like?" Biting down on your bottom lip, a lilt of innocence coated your words.

Something like a smile twitched over his face, and his grip on the door handle tightened slightly as he seemed to weigh his options. A loud choir of laughs could be heard coming from the back yard, and like the sound had made the decision for him, he stepped inside your bedroom.

"Through here?" he asked, pointing to your open bathroom door.

"Yes," you nodded, putting on a sugar coated smile across your face. When he'd closed the door after him, you weren't thinking straight; the lingering arousal from earlier drove your actions.

What was his name again? Something starting with J… John? James? No. Joel– Joel Miller.

Removing your hoodie and exposing the ribbed tank top underneath you remembered how he'd introduced himself to you at the start of the night. He'd been early, and your mother had forced you to say hello right before you'd sought refuge in your room for the rest of the night. His hand had engulfed your own as he'd shook it, calloused hands rough against your skin, and the friendly wink he'd given you as he'd introduced himself had had a swarm of wings fluttering in your tummy.

Pushing the covers away your heart was beating out of your chest as you heard the toilet getting flushed and your sink turn on. This would either be the worst or the best decision you'd ever made.

When he stepped out of your bathroom you sat up a little straighter and pulled your knees coquettishly to your chest – innocently, but with intent. Joel's eyes followed the movement and you knew he could see the wet spot where you'd soaked through your panties.

He didn't say anything for what felt like an eternity– he only watched you, his jaw tightening before the deep bass of his voice broke across the silence, "Y'know I work with your mother–"

"Technically you don't," you cut him off, a teasing smirk coating your lips.

Joel huffed out a short laugh. "I don't?" he challenged with a raise of an eyebrow.

"No," you shook your head slowly and spread your legs apart.

Joel's eyes were nothing close to subtle as you exposed yourself to him. "You shouldn't be doin' this, sweetheart– d'you know how old I am?"

"I don't care," you sighed, and let a hand glide down your body, your fingers toying with the elastic band of your panties.

"Clearly," he remarked, his voice strained.

Slipping your hand into your panties, your fingers found your clit where you started to press down in tight circles. Hitching out a small breath your eyes never left Joel's, and you watched as his whole body stiffened.

"Sweetheart," he warned, his voice stern as he stepped closer.

"Please," you breathed out, fingers still working your clit.

"Please, what?" he pressed, stepping so close to your bed now he could reach out to touch you.

"Please…" you pouted, making Joel let out a deep groan, "Want you to fuck me."

"Fuck– you're dirty baby," he whispered, and the way his voice seemed to get deeper and deeper made you rub your clit even faster.

"You have no idea," you whimpered as you looked up at him as innocently as you possibly could through your lashes, but you knew he saw right through your little ruse when his hand locked around your bare knee.

One sweet little plea was all it took for him to snap, and in one quick sweep Joel had you on your knees in front of him. The straps of your tank top had fallen off your shoulders from his manhandling, exposing the top of your chest. Your hands moved with haste then, fingering the buckle of his belt and pushing it through the loop.

"Fuck… Is this really what ya want, sweetheart?" Joel asked, his hand finding your cheek and letting his thumb skate over your skin.

Looking up at him through your lashes you nodded into his hand. It felt insane to admit it, but there was nothing you wanted more in this moment than him; a man you barely knew, a man too old to be even close to appropriate, but it only turned you on even more.

Over you, Joel's eyes had darkened into a stormy sea where rough waves of arousal crashed against his irises. Staring into your own eyes, Joel's jaw tightened and then popped. "Fuck… undo my belt, sweetheart," he ordered and let go of your cheek.

Wasting no time your fingers pulled his belt from the loops and popped the button of his pants. Through the fabric you could feel the way his cock had hardened, and you couldn't help but lean in closer to press open mouthed kisses along his clothed length.

"That's a good girl," Joel sighed, as the comforting weight of his hand found the back of your head. You couldn't help but sigh at the praise and a rumbling laugh tore through his chest at your reaction.

"You liked that didn't you?" he coaxed.

Turning your face to the side, you pressed your cheek against his clothed cock while you looked up to find his eyes. If your panties weren't soaked through with your arousal and your whole body tingling with excitement, you'd be embarrassed. But in this moment, Joel's teasing only made you wetter.

"Please," you begged, wide-eyed and pathetic with arousal, "please, I need your cock."

Joel's hand found the back of your neck where he gripped it, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make a point.

"Yeah, sweetheart? Need to be fucked nice and hard by a real man, huh?" he mocked, his voice laced with fake pity. Before you could whine out an answer he let go of your neck with a small push. "But first…" he grinned and leaned back, fishing out your phone from your sheets, "let's see what's made you this fuckin' needy for m'cock."

The video you'd watched, before he'd walked in on you with your fingers down your panties, were still playing silently on your phone. Still on your knees for him, you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment when his eyes widened and a small chuckle left his lips.

Holding your phone an arms length away from his face, he read out loud, "'Big Dicked Daddy Creampies Needy girl'– that's what you want sweetheart, need to get fucked raw and filled up with cum?"

"Yes," you nodded, eagerly and desperate, your cunt so wet it was starting to hurt.

"Yes, what, sweetheart?" he asked with a raise of his eyebrow, "let me hear ya say it f'me."

"Yes… Daddy?" you tried, and a satisfied smile spread across Joel's face. Throwing your phone back on your bed, Joel's fingers undid his zipper.

"Now take my cock out– c'mon," he ordered, almost impatiently.

With fingers shaking from excitement, you looped them through the elastic band of his underwear and pulled it down along with his pants, revealing inch by inch of his thick hard cock. Leaning back on your haunches you tipped your head back slightly to avoid his cock hitting you in the face.

Freed from its confinements, you wasted no time wrapping your hands around him.

His cock was thick with a throbbing vein running down to the base where a patch of dark and silver wiry hair met his happy trail. At the tip of him a pearl of precum had started to bead, and mesmerized you leaned forward to place a soft kiss to the thick head.

A deep noise rumbled in Joel's chest at your action, and his hand fell back to rest on the back of your head again. "Spit on it, baby–" he sighed and pushed your head a little closer, "C'mon, stroke that spit in."

Tipping your head back slightly, you met his eyes while you gathered a blob of spit in your mouth and spat! Your spit dribbled over the shaft and over where your fist struggled to meet around him, and with slick slow movements, you started to stroke his cock.

"Thaaaat's it," Joel groaned, "just like that."

Shifting your weight on your knees you sat up a little straighter as you jerked his cock in a slow steady rhythm. Your spit made the glide go easy, and above you Joel let out short deep groans with every tug on his cock. Leaning in a little closer, you lined the tip up with your mouth, but before you wrapped your lips around him, you hesitated.

"C’mon, sweetheart, nothin’ to be afraid of,” he soothed, the hand at the back of your head pushing you forward towards his cock, “I know you wanna taste.”

With his encouragement, you closed your lips around the tip of his hard cock – tasting him, finally, for the first time. Running your tongue around the sensitive head in slow circles, you teased the underside of him as you hummed, closing your eyes with contentment.

"There you go," he whispered, "S'good, baby."

Encouraged, you took him deeper into your mouth, testing your limits as the hefty length of him made room for himself inside your mouth. You couldn’t fit him all inside, gagging as the head of him hit the back of your throat, and forcing you to pull back with a cough.

"You're alright, baby," he cooed, stroking the back of your head as you recovered through gasps of air.

Never known to be a quitter, you pushed him back down your throat again a second time. Dropping your jaw and relaxing your throat, it was easier this time, and soon you were bopping your head on his cock. In your mouth you felt his cock grow even harder, and soon enough Joel met your mouth with small thrusts of his own.

Hushed rambles of praise fell from his lips. A sweet symphony through the wet sound of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Snot ran from your nose and mixed with the spit dripping down your chin while tears started to travel down your cheeks in salty rivers. It was dirty, and wet, and so so hot. Pulling off every once in a while when you needed air, you flashed him a wet smile before he was back in your throat again.

Through your open window, a sudden loud cheer came from the garden and startled you. Accidentally you pushed him down too deep, gagging yourself on his cock. Gasping for air you quickly pulled off his cock.

"I know," he cooed, two large palms wiping at the spit around your jaw, "You did so well, baby."

"N-need you to touch me, Daddy," you told him with pleading eyes, your voice raw and used.

"Yeah?" he coaxed, "Bend over then, sweetheart, let Daddy see you pussy."

With a strong hand wrapped around your bicep, Joel helped you on your feet. Unsteady like a newborn foal, he pushed you down on your stomach against the edge of your twin bed. His hands found your ass where they rubbed soothing circles over the muscle, before you felt him split your ass cheeks apart to put your clothed cunt on display.

"You're a little slut aren't you, sweetheart?" he asked, and you could hear the smirk in his voice, "You're so fuckin' wet f'me and I ain't even touched you yet," he laughed.

But there was nothing to laugh about in this situation.

A second later Joel pulled your panties to the side, exposing your wet cunt to him and let a harsh spank come down on your folds.

With a whiny cry, your whole body jerked at the impact. A prickling pain mixed with your burning arousal, and even with practically no stimulation, you felt right on the edge already.

One strong hand gathered your wrists behind your back as you felt the weight of him over your back. "Shhh," he hushed into your ear. With his other hand he guided the wide head of his cock through your soaked folds, slicking himself in your arousal. "Listen," he commanded, "y'hear how fuckin' wet you are?"

He gave you no room to answer him as he pushed the head past your entrance, and filled you up with his cock in one rough jerk of his hips. Instead, what came out of your mouth was a surprised moan.

"Bet that felt good, huh? That pussy's finally filled up like she needed?" Joel cooed into your ear.

Nodding your head, your cheek pressed tightly to your mattress, you managed to croak out a satisfied, "Yes, Daddy."

Pleased, Joel pulled out slowly before he slammed back inside you again, splitting you open on his cock as he made you take it. He felt so big inside you, that heavy pressure of him hitting the deepest parts of you just right with every kant of his hips. Moaning unabashedly, you let him fuck you hard and fast, guiding your body back against his cock with the grip of his hand around your wrist.

"'f your mother only knew what a fuckin' slut you are, baby," he hushed out under his breath between jerks of his hips. "The door's not even locked– anyone could walk in on you gettin' fucked."

Lost on the feeling of his cock inside you, a fire ignited in your belly at his words. You felt yourself get even more turned on at the thought of getting caught, of exactly how exposed you'd be if someone were to open your bedroom door at exactly this moment.

"Don't worry your pretty little head 'bout it– I won't tell," Joel told you, emphasizing every word with a harsh thrust.

Pushing himself as deep as he could, his balls slapping against your clit, a deep moan rumbled from deep in his chest. Your own moan got stuck in your chest as he grinded his hips against your ass – making sure the tip of his cock rubbed against your g-spot – before he resumed his rhythm.

"You're makin' such a big mess on my cock, sweetheart… it's drippin' down my balls," he grunted, "That turn you on? Getting caught gettin' fucked by an old man?" he chuckled.

"P-please," was the only thing you could manage between your breathy mewls, "I-I'm c-close."

"Yeah, I know, baby, I know. Can feel you squeezin' me so fuckin' tight– so perfect for this big cock," he praised.

Shifting his grip around your wrist, he snuck his other hand between your legs where his calloused fingers found your neglected clit. Pushing down on it in rough circles, you let out a squeal at the new stimulation.

"I know, I know, sweetheart, " he cooed, "I know you want to come all over Daddy's big cock– come while I rub this little clit."

"Y-yes," you moaned, his hips slapping harshly against your ass as Joel brought you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Tears had started to darken your sheets with a wet patch as you heaved for breath. You were right there, right on the edge now.

"You want my cum don't you? Want it inside?" he grunted the question in your ear.

"Please," you hiccuped.

Above you Joel’s groans and moans got louder, as he sped up his rhythm.

"Fuck, baby, 'm close– come f'me now, come for Daddy," he commanded, and with the kant of his hips and a flick of your clit, you came around Joel's thick cock.

Arching your back off the mattress and kanting your hips, your body shook as you rode through your high. Above you, Joel’s movement had become even more erratic, thrusting himself deeper and deeper before a loud groan vibrated through his chest.

Pushing himself deep inside you, Joel came inside you. A warmth filled you as he emptied himself, filling you and coating your walls with his spend.

"That's it– take that fuckin' cum," he rambled, forcing your hips to stay flush against his thighs.

As both your highs started to slowly fizzle out, Joel slowly pulled back and pushed his hips back in shallow thrusts, making sure to give you every single drop of his cum. Sensitive from your orgasm, the pressure of his thick cock inside you was almost too much, and with a small whine you pulled away.

"No-no-no," he said, his hands tightening around your hips, "Stay right there just a little longer f'me baby– good girl."

Satiated, you released a breathy sigh into the mattress as you felt a tiredness wrap itself around you. Joel's hands loosened around your hips, instead he rubbed soft circles over your skin, before he slowly pulled out and snapped your panties back in place.

For a beat you didn't move, but the metal sound of Joel's belt buckling had you turning over on your back. The lamp on your bed side table casted soft warm shadows over his face as you watched him put himself back together again.

"You okay?" he asked you, his voice low but warm – all his rough teasing gone now and replaced by the friendly man you'd shaken hands with for the first time only a few hours ago.

"More than okay," you smiled, "I can't believe that actually happened."

Your words pulled a chuckle from his chest. "Wouldn't mind if it happened again," he smiled.

"Me neither."

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deer1nheadlight · 20 days ago

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big brother!Shimura Tenko x little sister!Reader

Rejecting Tenko is never a good idea. Running from him is even further down the good ideas list. Your brother loves you so very much, and nothing may stands in the way of his mission, not even your mom nor yourself. It's high time he stopped stealing your panties.

WARNING: rape, non-con to dub-con, incest, somnophilia, panty kink, breeding kink, manipulation, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, almost caught sex, squirting. MDNI. Please block me and block the tags, as I would block you for your benefit if you do not like the content.

A/n: This is set in a quirkless alternate universe and we're fixing that one abominable character in my baby boy's life iykyk. I'm using his real name, and Tenko is 100% a pro gamer in our era change my mind (you can't). If he got to grow up normally, would his personality be different? Yep, absolutely. Am I gonna consider that fact here? Absolutely not <3

Word count: 7460.

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Your washed panties have been smelling a bit strange recently. Not just one or two, but the whole drawer of them. It's not a bad smell exactly, but it's this sort of musty musk that you'd expect more from a guy. You've never had such a problem before, and you're unconvinced that it's your poor pussy’s fault. You take care of yourself well, after all.

Another, probably bigger, problem is that they've also been disappearing gradually. You can't wrap your head around it at all, especially when a pair that you thought you'd lost forever suddenly reappears one day at the back of the drawer, even though you could have sworn you had emptied the whole thing to look for them before.

They're a pair of bunny-patterned underwear that's both cute and comfortable, perfect for any sports day. You'd always reach for them first after doing laundry until they suddenly went missing, after which you realized a few pairs were gone as well. But now they're here again, and you're crouching on the floor inspecting them as if they've committed first-degree murder. They… look exactly as you remember. Well-worn, with their tag cut off because it kept digging into your skin and several bunnies running around innocently.

But, they smell surprisingly normal. Like freshly washed laundry, what all your panties used to smell like — which ruins your last theory as to why your whole drawer has been taking on that musk. You were thinking that the wood itself might be emitting the scent, which then got on them. Theoretically, if that was the case, then the pair that have been lost inside there the longest should have the strongest smell as well. Yet, it's the opposite.

You're at your wit's end. You've tried washing them in hot water, washing them by hand, drying them in the direct sun, soaking them in detergent, just about every method the internet told you to try and at first, it would work, getting rid of the musk, but after a few days, that scent would return again. Maybe there really is something wrong with your lady part itself?

As you begin to pull down your skirt, intending to try and diagnose yourself, the door to your room swings open with no warning. Your startled screech does nothing to deter your intruder, who doesn't seem the slightest bit fazed to see you on the floor, hunching over a small pile of your own panties.

“Dinner's ready, be down quick or I'm eating all the karaage.” He grumbles, and as quickly as he came, he left, shutting the door on your floundering form. You curse him extra loud for good measure, but if he heard, he didn't bother to snark back. Damn Tenko and his inability to knock. You've told him a million times to stop barging in like that, but despite his ability to memorize every little fucking ability and stat of the characters in his game, he can't seem to remember your request.

Scooping up your clothes and shoving them haphazardly back in the drawer, you decide to continue the investigation another day. Maybe you'll just have to accept the strange scent, as embarrassing as it is to admit that you might smell like a man. You rush downstairs to have dinner, hopping into the seat next to your brother as usual. Tenko threatened to eat all the food, but like usual, he gives you anything in his bowl that you want and picks off the things you don't like.

“If you keep letting her get away with not eating carrots, she's not gonna be able to run fast like a hare!” Hana, your eldest sister, chides him and tries to knock away his chopsticks reaching into your bowl. She's often had to bear witness to Tenko’s excessive babying of you ever since you were born. Not that she babies you two much less, but her little brother is probably bordering on sheltering you now, and sometimes she worries it's terrible for the both of you.

“That makes no sense, and you know it. Plus, didn't the turtle win the race?” He rebuts, taking your carrot pieces anyway, and is rewarded with your happy grin.

“Speaking of, when is your next race, hun?” Across from you, your mom asks. You stop stuffing your face with food to think and suddenly remember what caused you to dig through your panties drawer earlier: your missing elastic underwear, specifically designed for long races. You know for a fact that the washing machines can't have swallowed them all, because you haven't even washed them in the first place. And your last practice was just three days ago, so you can't have forgotten to use them for that long either.

Strangely, all three pairs aren't in your hamper nor in your drawer. And they're terribly expensive; you don't know how you can explain this to your parents. “Kid?” Your dad asks, pulling you back from your spacing out. “Isn't it pretty soon? This Saturday, if I recall,” Tenko helps out. He always remembers your schedule, even when you forget it yourself, and you nod appreciatively. But your earlier scrunched-up expression causes Mom to worry. Maybe a lie won't hurt anyone.

“I… I think I may have outgrown some of my clothes. Or maybe I've gained some weight, or muscle?” Your dad raises an eyebrow when you don't seem sure of it yourself but luckily doesn't question you. Mom claps her hand, “Oh? Why don't you bring her shopping tomorrow, Tenko? You're dying to treat her with your big boy money, aren't you?” Beside you, your brother blushes slightly as he turns away huffing but doesn't deny the accusation.

Tenko is apparently some big shot in his industry or something. Ever since he started making money, he's been treating the family quite often and also saving up. However, he refuses to move out and favors splurging on you so obviously that everyone would make fun of him. Every weekend, he forces you to eat out with him for no reason in particular, and your closet is full of outfits you've only been able to wear once.

You don't quite understand the games he's lauded for being good at either, you only know that he's popular enough that the boys in your class were astonished to learn you're the sister of “Shigaraki Tomura.” Nevertheless, just like how he comes to every single one of your races, you also come to all of his tournaments. You tried to learn how to play his games once but gave up after you cramped your hand trying to reach the keys. You're much more dexterous with your legs anyway.

Usually, you don't mind going out with him for clothes shopping, but on this occasion, you're planning on getting both everyday panties and sporty underwear. You’ll probably have to visit a lingerie shop, and dragging a guy, especially your brother, along would just be awkward. So before Tenko could even pretend to be bothered about taking you out, you interjected, “Can you take me instead, Mom? Or maybe Hana-nee, if you're busy tomorrow.”

His chopsticks stop moving, and if you aren't so in tune with his body language, you probably wouldn't have noticed either. But you do, because Tenko and you share a deeper bond with each other than anyone in your lives.

“Why?” He already beats Mom to it before she can begin to ask. You want to answer, but in your struggle to find the words to dance around mentioning underwear in the middle of a family meal, he's already jumped to a conclusion. “I guess you're too good to hang around me anymore, huh?” He bitterly grits, a piece of carrot falls out from his bowl.

“No! That's not it, why would you say that?” You frown harshly. Tenko has this terrible habit of expecting you to randomly abandon him the moment you don't openly receive all of his affection. As a child, you learn quickly to never push him away. Why he latches onto you instead of literally anyone else, you don't know, but you love him enough to welcome it all willingly. Which is why you're offended to know he has so little faith in you. He can be so stupid sometimes.

Your brother doesn't respond and chooses to finish the rest of his food in silence, promptly cleaning up and then leaving the moment he's done, even when Grandpa tempts him with ohagi for dessert. Your mood stays low for the rest of the evening, and it doesn't help when you later on find two of your missing sporty underwear at the very bottom of your hamper, hidden inside your running shorts as if you've forgotten to separate them. The whole argument could have been avoided.

The next day, after Hana took you shopping, you knocked on Tenko’s door trying to make amends. Aside from underwear, you even bought a new skirt, which you hope if you pretend to try on for the first time for him like how you would if he'd taken you out, he would stop sulking.

“And, look, I even brought you my portion of ohagi I saved from yesterday!” You yell into the door, and finally it swings open. But before you could get a word in, the plate of mochi disappears from your hand, and he shuts you out again. You jiggle the door handle and rap on it insistently.

“Nii-san! Quit being childish! It's not a big deal, what the hell!” You slump against the wooden barrier. It's not a big deal, you said, blissfully unaware of how further and further away you keep running from Tenko. Your legs are really too quick, sometimes he wonders if he should cut their tendons off once you finish up your last year and move out with him. You used to rely on him for everything, from walking your first steps, to bathing yourself, to doing one plus one, he would teach you all he knew. Now that you've grown so big, you demand more and more independence from him every day. If only he'd been born a lot earlier, he would have stolen you away as soon as he could and not taught you anything so that you would always stay with him.

Your begging is cute; Tenko wants to listen to it forever. That is, until you become impatient and yell out something not cute. Something that maybe Hana has always wanted to say but doesn't have the guts to.

“Stop being so controlling of me!”

You regret it the moment it comes out of your mouth. By instinct, you know it's wrong, whether or not it's true. Your big brother has devoted his entire self to you since the moment you opened your little eyes. Despite being only 3 years older, he takes care of you just as much as your parents did. Hana can't even hold a candle to how carefully he watches over you. Even now, when you're technically an adult, you're still choosing those animal print panties when your friends are shopping for pearl thongs. But still, calling him controlling is violating an unspoken rule, because he's never actually forced you to do anything. You yourself enable his behaviors by always being such a good baby sister.

The door slowly cracks open to reveal your brother. He's glaring at you so meanly you feel tears welling up in your eyes. In the dim hallway light, his eyes almost look red, and coupled with his recently dyed pale blue hair, he almost seems like a different person entirely. His dry lips tell you he's forgotten to drink enough water again, but it's hardly the time to remind him when he's towering over you so suffocatingly.

“I-I’m sorr—”

“Go away then.”

That's two firsts today. You've never even insinuated that you want your brother to stop being involved in your life, and Tenko has never told you to go anywhere without him, least of all away from him. You feel as if a bucket of ice got dumped over your head, and at the same time hellfire licks your heels. Your words hurt him, and his words hurt you, so you do what you do best: run back to your room and stew in your own guilt-colored anger.

By Saturday, when you're having your next relay race, you siblings still haven't reconciled. Tenko has been shut in his room the whole week and only comes out for food and to go to the gym. You torture yourself with math homework even when you desperately need help and can't even ask Hana since she's gone on a camping trip until Monday. Your parents and grandparents tried their best to ease the tension but couldn't get you to make up. When things are awkward for the youngest and the middle child, everyone is affected. Even worse when the only other child is gone. No one laughs at the adults’ jokes, and even your normally stoic dad feels awkward as well.

In the girls locker room, you take your time getting ready. You're afraid of stepping out of the doors and facing what your gut is already telling you. Irrationally, you hope that if you try to delay the inevitable, maybe it won't come after all. But by the time the announcer starts his second round introduction, you know you're out of time.

Tenko isn't in his usual seat on the bleachers. In fact, he isn't here at all. You tell yourself that it doesn't bother you and take your frustration out on the tracks. When your teammates cheer and congratulate you for securing the team's place in the finals, you only feel more lonely because he still hasn't rushed up to sweep you away from the commotion.

Dad often has to come home late, Mom needs to take care of the house, Grandma and Grandad can't always make it to your games because of the heat, and Hana can be busy with university work. Only Tenko, who has never missed a single one of your races, nor a milestone, nor a life event, was always there to hug you despite your sweat and tell you how proud of you he is. For the first time, you experience what you think your beloved older brother feels each time you grow up a little.

No one can tell that you're crying a little in the shower. Your friend gets off a few stops before yours, and the rest of the bus ride home is silent as your sadness turns to anger. You've never had to go home by bus after an event before. Tenko would always drive you to get ice cream afterwards. He's horrible, absolutely evil to abandon you like this, all over not getting to take you out one time.

When the front door slams open without a greeting, your mom peeks around the corner just in time to see you stomping upstairs to your room. She knew something was up when Tenko came home without you. When he left earlier, she thought he'd finally stopped being stubborn and went to make peace, but apparently that was not the case. Being the good mother that she is, she decides to make sure your favorite dish comes out perfect today to celebrate your win.

Passing Tenko’s room, you stomp extra hard to make a point. If he's got any remorse, now would be the best time to show his ugly face and apologize. But he doesn't, even when you wait for another moment at the foot of the stairs to your room. Your anger boiling over, you walk back to confront him yourself and barge inside without knocking, like how he loves to do to you so much, only to find… the room empty. Which is strange, because you clearly saw his shoes at the entrance, and his bathroom’s light is not on.

The confusion quickly deflates you, and you walk back to your room without bothering to stomp around. That would be your mistake, although there is no conceivable universe where you would be able to avoid this event anyway. Tenko probably wouldn't have stopped even if he could hear you thundering back to your room, only that he might have been able to prepare better. Because as of right now, sitting half-naked at the edge of your bed is your older brother with one of his hands wrapped around his—his thing.

Your panties drawer is open, and the neatly folded rows of garments are messily strewn about the floor. In the palm he's fucking into are your panties; the stripes tell you that it's the newly bought pair you were wearing only yesterday. In his other hand, the one currently right up against his mouth, is the pair of elastic underwear that went missing a little over a week ago. It's turned a dark blue from the usual cyan, soaked through with what you can only infer is his spit.

“Ten…ko… nii-san?” Your brain hasn't caught up, but you manage to croak. And like the cruelest joke, spurts of semen spill out of his closed fist not a second later. As if—as if he's enjoying your reaction too. There's the most depraved grin stuck on his face that makes you the most frightened you have been in your life. He leans forward a little and spreads open his palm as if to show his cum off to you.

“Look what you do to me, brat.” Without warning, he flicks his wrist and the fluids fly across the room, landing on your exposed legs and thighs. You think some drops got on your face too, but you don't want to process that right now. His sudden movement causes you to flinch backwards and like a spindly-legged fawn, you trip over air to fall on your own butt. It's hard to make out what emotion you're feeling right now because fear, shock, and confusion are screaming for first place, creating a cacophony of noise so loud you start to actually hear a ringing in your ear. You're petrified, the realization of what happened strangles you like a snake. You could hardly breathe, but you know this familiar scent that is permeating the room.

“You're why—why my underwear has been—”

“Been missing and smelling like my cock, yeah. Honestly, why were you even embarrassed to ask me to go panty shopping?” He stands. “Coulda saved me the huge headache had you just been honest,” a step, “I would have driven you to that mall in the next prefecture,” another step, “be your damn pack mule like usual,” he's in front of you now. Your room has never felt smaller; there's too little air and you're suffocating. You're trembling, shaking, and scrambling away, about to either run or roll down the flights of stairs but two hands wrap around your ankles and yank, pulling you back inside. The door slams closed without locking.

Five fingers lock your jaw shut before you can let out a single yelp. The wooden flooring is too cold to be pinned down on in just your shorts and T-shirt. A choked sob wracks your body, which can't even writhe around because the weight of a grown man is on top of you. Where did he learn to apprehend people like a cop? You can't even kick up at his exposed crotch, you have no grip and no oxygen.

“Scream, and you'll never see me again.” His voice is the only clear thing in this situation, because your eyes are useless from the tears and your mind is shutting down. Never see him again? As in, he will run away and abandon you forever like today? After all of this, isn't that a good thing? It should be, but instead of yelling at the top of your lungs for Mom the moment he releases the hand muffling your mouth, you bite down on your own lips to stay silent instead. You can excuse this, you can keep quiet. Maybe he was too pent-up from never having a girlfriend, even at 21. Maybe he watched too much porn and was possessed by lust. Maybe he is just pranking you, a sick prank that was the idea of his friends.

Unfortunately, this makes you keep not breathing. You're turning pale and you don't even know it. Not until Tenko has to lean down to pry your lips apart with his teeth and force air down your windpipe do you remember the one basic bodily function you need to keep doing. Little by little, he feeds you the oxygen your dumb brain needs to work. After which it becomes a slow, sloppy kiss that mellows you out like a pacifier. You forget to struggle against his grip and your eyes become half-lidded on their own.

When he pulls away, a string of saliva still connects your mouths. He's smiling like he's genuinely happy, and his pupils look red like the other day. “See? Why can't you always be honest like this?” He cups your face, all five fingers caress your cheek and the thumb wipes away your tears. You give up wrangling with him because you know you can't overpower him, no matter how fast you can run. Since you can't fly, fight, or freeze, the only other option is to speak.

“I h-hate, hate—hic—you, nii-san! That w-was my firsh—first kiss,” you sound pathetic. It pains him to see you so boldly lie to his face. It seems that you still don't understand that he knows you and your body better than you know it yourself.

“Don't worry, it wasn't.” Even though you know that's not true, you can't confidently deny his statement when he's smiling so lovesickly like that. It scares you, and his next question scares you even more. “Do you never notice how you're so damp when you wake up in the morning?”

Your brother presses a kiss against your forehead. The act is anything but pure when his other hand is sliding your shirt up to your neck. It's more like a reminder to use your itty bitty brain.

“Remember your last birthday? When you had your first cocktail and beer?” He peppers kisses down your nose. “I strained my throat warning you not to pass out around men; you didn't fucking listen.” The kisses trail downward, deliberately missing your lips. “Any innocence you had was lost on that day, brat.”

No. No, no, no. No, that's not true. That day, he brought you to the bar after the family celebration. He was there, you were in good hands.

Ah.

You were in his hands. The same hands that are taking off your shirt, shorts, and bras right now, and are tying your wrists with the underwear strewn on the floor. Same hands that are picking your near-naked body up and laying you on the bed. You wished you had bought the cheap pairs that tear with a touch. The ones you have can hold up a suspension bridge.

“After every win, I'd reward you too. You're still too damn dumb to act so independent. Why do you think just a bottle of cider can knock anyone out cold, to this day? And that your pussy gets sore from running?”

It's so scary to be able to understand what he's insinuating. If only you were stupid enough to just take everything literally, maybe you wouldn't be crying again. He pushes your hands above your head, exposing you like a fish on the cutting board.

It's also scary when he doesn't act like how you imagine a rapist might act. You can't say it's molesting when his hands are petting you so tenderly. They're cold, and they soothe your burning skin, from your ribs to your waist, to down in between your thighs, then pressing against your still-clothed pussy. Instantly, you know something is wrong when Tenko pulls the gusset back and releases, it slaps against you with a splat instead of a noiseless pap. He grins because he knows that you know. You know that you're drenched.

“Hear that? I trained you well, didn't I?” You can only shake your head no, pressing your leg shut to prevent him from humiliating you further. It must be sweat, or maybe pee. You are really scared, after all. “Why are you, doing—hic—this? You're my br-brother, it's wrong!” You whisper between sobs. Why are you not screaming?

“Ah? Wrong? What's so wrong about being in love?” Large hands try to force your thighs apart. When your legs prove to be the harder limbs to manhandle, unlike your twig arms, he folds them upwards instead, bending you into the letter L. Your entire pussy is still accessible this way, but Tenko doesn't get to see your face. He has a love-hate relationship with this part of your body. On one hand, he would be happy to die between them. On the other, he wants to take them away so you can't run from him ever again. It's a blessing that his sanity is intact. Who knows what other versions of himself would do in another universe.

“What's so wrong with treating my girlfriend well?” Instead of taking off your panties, he did the opposite. Your brother pulls on the fabric so it would hug tighter against your pussy, the wet gusset outlines every one of your folds. Not that it even needed to, he's got his face pressed up all over your cunt and filmed it from so many angles, he could make a 3D model of it from memory. But touching your pussy and creaming it is arguably the best part, right up there with watching your knocked-out face make the lewdest expressions when you cum.

“And if you yell at me for being a little sister-fucking monster,” he pulls the fabric to the side, “then you're a fucking hypocrite, brat.” Three fingers plunge in at once without any warning, as if to prove a point. There is no resistance; your pussy accepts them greedily. You strain against the knots around your wrists and can no longer keep your legs in the air, they fall apart just like that. His meal looks a lot more appetizing now that he can always glance up to see your face.

“Why are you so wet knowing you've been raped in your sleep by your nii-san, huh?” Three fingers keep pumping in and out of you roughly, every jerk makes sure to abuse your sweet spot inside and your clit outside. “You're still gushing when you know that your big brother is rubbing his cock on all your clean panties. That he likes putting the dirty ones in his mouth and on his dick.” His tongue replaces his thumb on your clit, swirling it around to make obscene noises, which still doesn't shut him up. “I would have marked them with my cum if dried semen wasn't visible. I bet your cunt remembers my cock. It must leak all the time when you wear them.”

It's hard to focus on crying when you're being eaten out for the first time—that you're lucid for, anyway. His rambling doesn't make sense, his scent can't be the cause of why your pussy gets wet at random times. It should have been the opposite, that your pussy discharges more and is causing the smell. But at this point, you can't tell. Things you thought weren't possible are happening in front of your eyes; or, well, your pussy.

It's getting harder to think too, something is welling up as his hand increases its speed. He's sucking your clit lightly, lapping up your juice as it spills out and the other hand reaches up to pinch your nipple. You can't stop it, your hands are bound, but the sensation feels oddly familiar, as if you've experienced it many times before in your dream.

“Hey, have I told you before? You can squirt sometimes. It's why I have so many towels. But wet your bedsheet today, slutty sister.” So you did, at his command. However, Tenko is cruel. Instead of letting the stream run its natural course, he pulls the gusset of your panties back in place, interrupting the spurts, which forces you to feel everything run down your butt. You do it involuntarily, and you almost scream because you thought you'd peed yourself. Though when you peek at yourself, it's a clear liquid; the kind you can only make when you overhydrate yourself, which you didn't do. You've only heard hushed whispers about the ‘squirting’ phenomenon from your friends, that only some women might do it. You didn't think you'd find out that you're one of them today.

Up was down and down was up for a moment in time. After your first orgasm, you finally understand what all the fuss around it is about and why your girlfriends coveted it so. The experienced ones bemoan their boyfriends’ inadequacy, complaining about how they have to fake it all the time. Isn't it nice that your very own sibling, the one who loves you so very much, can give you one as easily as drinking water? Or, in this case, sucking the water out of your panties.

Then a bite on your neck grounds you back to Earth. It hurts a bit, but you don't think your skin broke since it doesn't sting. Tenko lazily crawls up to plant a proper kiss on you after that, making you taste the remnants of yourself. It's not as good as he makes it look, but the strangest, stupidest thought crosses your mind about what his cock might taste like instead. You immediately write it off as an intrusive thought born from your high. For some reason, your bound wrists that were above your head slowly draw down to wrap your arms around his neck. You feel his lips smile against yours. And he doesn't say anything, doesn't taunt you, or humiliate you. Tenko knows you really haven't broken just yet, but for this moment, he likes to pretend it's a year from now and you're pulling him in with love.

After a few minutes and you're aware again, you push him away. Then you're back putting on your indignant act, all high and mighty as if you hadn't just squirted from a bit of cunnilingus. You cum so quickly when you're awake, he'd have to eat you out for at least two orgasms before you'd start squirting in your sleep. Sometimes, he wishes he could jailbreak you as easily as he can with your phone and laptop. If only there was a manual on how to turn you into his good incest doll quickly, he'd read every page and learn every technique. But it's alright, he'll figure it out himself. For now, it's time to remind you who owns you.

“Flip over, ass in the air, baby.” Of course you don't obey immediately, only with a few slaps to your pussy and a pinch to your nipple do you squirm onto your stomach to hide away. He makes you present your butt to him in the most embarrassing way possible, with your panties clinging onto your crevices like a second skin from the mess earlier. Finally, finally your brother takes them off. In a normal situation, that would be a major cause of concern, but for you it's a relief to stop feeling like you've just wet yourself. He folds them neatly on your bedside table, away from the rest on the floor.

“This is my memento for today, you know? I'm gonna dry it and sniff it whenever I miss you.” The imagery is enough to make you cry, from your eyes to your pussy. You can't understand it, you feel gross but it is so happy, it betrays you for the nth time. “Cause you're awake today. And I'm finally fucking you from the back, baby sis…” A suspiciously delayed spurt of liquid escapes you, interrupting him. “Ah? Hah, so you get off on me reminding you that you're my littlest sister, huh?”

“No!” You deny too quickly and he chuckles. It's a terrible habit of yours, can't lie to your brother to save your life.

“Really? Don't want a reminder of who this cunny belongs to?” He taps on it gently, as if questioning it and not you. “Remember, it's big brother's property. Ten - ko - nii’s. Now let me fuck it properly so it can't forget.” At his words, you see the black hoodie he's had on tossed to the side and feel a hot rod shoved between your butt cheeks. It rubs up and down, threatening to slip further south and press inside of you. Terror rises again, this would be your first time, no matter what he told you before. It feels way bigger than three fingers, and everyone told you the first time would hurt like being ripped apart.

But when he sinks his cock in with one fluid stroke, you feel no pain, just unimaginably full and out of breath. It feels like he's inside your stomach, or your womb, and his veins keep rubbing against your pleasure spot inside, making your vision swim. The new position must be doing things to Tenko as well if his staggered inhales are any indicator. He's glad you can't see his face, it may make you piss yourself if you catch the feral way he's snarling to not moan out loud. Globs of drool drip down his chin to land on your anus, sliding down more to help lubricate your entrance, if it even needed help in the first place. He has to leave that other hole alone today, it needs to be worshipped properly on its own another time.

Being a good big brother, he allows you to catch your breath. But then, you both hear thuddings that aren't the ones from your hearts. They're from the floor, from outside. Someone is coming up to your room. Either that, or they're going to go do laundry. Tenko bites his lips to stop a groan because your cunt is clamping down harder. The thudding is right outside now, and it soon slows to a halt.

The door isn't locked. Out of everyone in the house, only Tenko would barge in with no warning. But sometimes, Hana does too, especially if she's excited. He leans down, presses his defined abs onto your back so you can feel every ridge and whispers in your ear, “Why don't you scream for help, huh?”

“Hun, are you alright?” Your mom knocks lightly. Thank gods, it's Mom. But oh gods, it's Mom. Her middle child is diddling her youngest on her own bed inside the room right now, she might get a heart attack if she opens the door. She's checking up on you after your little attitude show earlier. If you yell, she'd come in straight away and stop this madness.

“Why aren't you yelling for Mom? Don't you hate this?” You do, you don't. You don't know, he's being so mean. Why is he goading you into getting him caught? And oh god, why is he starting to move? It's a terrible, slow rhythm that's more appropriate for lovemaking than fucking you from behind. You apologize to your mother in your head profusely. The two abominations that came out of her are copulating just on the other side of the door, or more accurately, one is raping the other. If she turns the handle, your once normal family might just disintegrate to dust.

“Hun? Are you there?” She knocks again, and you have to answer soon, or she'll come in and check on you herself. In your ear, Tenko breathes, “Hey, just scream, and you'll never see me again.”

It's the same line that he used earlier, but it's taken on a different meaning now. If you scream, he will most likely get thrown in jail, get disowned, and get ostracized. You'd be saved, never have to see your rapist big brother again. But then, in a moment of extreme wisdom, you realize you'd be the one abandoning him. You don't want that. You'd hate that.

“Y-yeah, Mom! I'm here. I'm o-o-okay,” you swallow your spit and try to focus in spite of your melting mind.

“Dear? Are you crying? I know you've been upset with your brother. Speaking of, do you know where he is?” She asks, and you suck in a moan that's threatening to come out as Tenko reaches down to touch your clit. He's still pumping into you, not even letting up as you try to speak. In fact, when you have to answer, he seems to thrust in even deeper and harder. It's unfair, especially when he gets to bite down on your shoulder to stifle his noises. It makes you want to make him anxious as well.

“Yeah, he—he's in my room, actually. We're making ou- up, making up!” A hand grabs your hair and pulls back, forcing you to get on your elbows instead of pressing your cheek to the pillow.

“Oh! Good, you're in there, Tenko?” Her voice is a lot more chipper now. Your poor mother, clearly she's thinking her sweet children are reconciling and peace will once again be attained in the household, clueless to the fact that they're actually trying to fuck up the family tree. Without missing a single beat, he answers her, “Yep, I'm apologizing to her. We're having a chat. Can we have dinner later?”

“Alright, hun. I'm sure everyone will understand. Make sure to talk, okay?” She happily reiterates and leaves. The moment her footsteps start to fade, a sharp smack reverberates off the walls. Your butt immediately turns a cute pink, and your pussy clenches sinfully.

“What'd ya want to happen, hah? Wanna get back at me? When I'm being such a good big brother. Say it.” He yanks your hair lightly and slaps your ass again when you don't respond, a handprint forming.

“You're a, you're a good b-big brudder!” You blabber through squeals and breathy moans. It feels too good. Your brother shouldn't be making you feel this way, but somewhere inside your brain, you understand that only your brother can make you feel this way. “Yeah? Now the place I'm knocking on is your cervix. Past that is your womb, where my cum belongs. I'm gonna—fuck, gonna breed my baby sister. What do you think?”

“Noo! P-Pull ouuut! I, I, I don't wannaa—wanna get p-pwegnant!” Mewling it out like that sounds more like an invitation than anything. “W-well, too fucking bad. I'm creaming my lil sis' tight cunny a-and, sh-shit—and seeding it today.” He releases your hair all of a sudden, making you hang your head limply, too fucked out to use more muscles. Then you feel a pressure on your lower stomach, and you open your eyes to see that a hand is pressing down on it. You can now feel every drag of his cock in and out of you even more vividly, stirring up your insides and you can't do anything but leak more slick at the disturbing sight.

“Feel that? I'm in y-your stomach—my little wife’s stomach. If you get your period in a few days, I'm spanking this stomach until it gives me a baby. S-so make sure it takes today,” he moves his other hand to toy with your button again, tapping it even more roughly than how he'd treat his keyboard. The squelching noises from his brutal fucking fill the entire room and your head, you're afraid everyone downstairs may just hear it. This is the first time being on the third floor has done you any good. You know your bedsheet is drenched, just like Tenko wants it to be, because your knees are slipping and sliding against the copious fluids from your baby-making.

It's genuinely scary, the threat of impregnation. You're much too young, you only just got your university acceptance letter last week. But the more he says it, the more appealing it sounds somehow, being a stay-at-home mom and his trophy wife, married to the only guy you care for. No other boy your age could do what he does, they don't take care of your every want and need, don't treat you like a princess, don't understand your feelings at all. He's the only one who could, and in every classmate who confesses, you always try to find his look-alike. Your pleas become so weak and fake, they make him laugh aloud. “Tenko-niii, p-pleash don't d-do it…” So you say, but your hips are canting back and chasing his cock with every thrust.

A mean chuckle tickles your eardrum. “You suck at reverse psychology. Lucky for you, I love you so fucking much. Don't you love me too?” What can you say? You know the love he feels for you is different from yours for him, at least you think so. That's what you're trying to tell yourself. But it doesn't matter, because there's really only one answer to that question regardless of context. “I…I love y-you as well.”

Tenko kisses your cheek. How perverted, to do such a normal and sweet thing like he's still just your old Tenko and not the monster whose balls are slapping on your pubic bone. He pets your head, brushing away the hair strands sticking to your face. “C’mon, cum on my cock and I'll give you your treat…” Gentle, disgustingly tender voice coaxes you. You're ashamed of yourself for getting off on the dichotomy between his soft actions and the revolting things he says. It seems that he's also at his limit, his pumps become more erratic but much harder, trying to push himself as deep as he could.

“I wish—I wish I could get past your cervix, but I can’t, so just make sure not to spill anything, okay?” He warns, and not a second later, he thrusts forward so forcefully you topple over from your elbow to land on your face, ass still up in the air. Immediately, burning hot ropes of thick semen fill your insides, pushing straight into your womb. The virile seeds stick to your walls, and he only thrusts shallowly to fuck them in further. Your pussy, finally getting its long-awaited creampie, convulses and pitifully sprays your orgasm all over Tenko’s lap.

Little rivers run down his thighs, painting him in your essence. When he leans back to peek at the mess, whatever cum he had left in his balls all spurts out at the sight of a creamy white ring around his cock every time he pulls away. You really are fast, to have managed to put a ring on him before he can even nail down a design, and it's the most gorgeous thing ever.

Spread apart on his dick, his little sister came and squirted for him. It's so much better to hear you helplessly beg him to pull out while your cunt is milking him for all he's worth than to fuck you when you're drugged and barely conscious. He doesn't know if he can go back to forcing himself on you that exact way anymore when he can now fuck your fully awake brain out of your skull whenever he wants. Though, that wouldn't be rape, now would it? Especially when you're already so addicted to his cock just from one round.

He hesitates to pull out, but a lightbulb goes off above his head when he's searching for something to plug you up with. He unties the panties on your wrist, now red and chafed, then slides one of them on you. You blearily blink your eyes open when he manhandles you on your side and pulls you into a cuddle, which shouldn't feel as comforting as it does with his cum trying not to escape your pussy. This soreness in your body, your legs, and your crotch is far too familiar, something you've always written off as muscle fatigue after an intense race. He so very lovingly soothes over your injuries with his hands, which always feel like they can destroy anything, and coos praises in your ears that you can only half-heartedly deny.

Tenko is happy. After midnight, he'll take you out for ice cream. He'll properly apologize then, for pretending not to come see you perform today. It's an arduous journey to jailbreak one's sister, but he is nothing if not dedicated. Plus, you're the best little sister in the world, he has every faith that you'll excel at anything you put your mind to. The pecks to your forehead and affirmations of brotherly love lull you to sleep.

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#tw.incest #bnha smut #tw.somnophilia #tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic

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siri-ike · 5 months ago

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Danny's Phanclub

From this prompt

(This is connected to Summer of change, Jazz Al-Ghul, Mad Science Private School, empty, and a little crime as a treat)

On december 9th, 7 people who were not busy that afternoon gathered in a dimly lit garage on the request of one person.

Angie (15) head of the Danny Phan club's theories division: You're probably all wondering why I asked you here today.

Su-Jin (19) in charge of keeping the websites updated: Yeah, the urgent message with no explanation was kinda jarring.

Jónatan (16) event organizer: couldn't have given a little heads up?

Carmelo (14) treasurer: And I don't believe we needed this many snacks.

Rowan (17) President of the Phanclub: Let's hear her out.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed above them.

Harriet (17) made matching t-shirts: Got the power back on. What are we talking about?

Angie: I'm sure you've all heard that Danny Phantom somehow managed to freeze that giant plant ghost last summer?

S,J,C,R,H,D:*murmurs of agreement*

A: And everyone knows ghost poweres are based on how one dies. As was proven last year with that ghost who was perpetually soaking wet and kept spiting up water

She turns dramatically away from the pool conference table.

A: Before now, he could just do the same things as all other ghosts. Invisibility, intangibility, flying. Plus, those blasts, which are probably just concentrated ectoplasm.

She drags in a large corkboard and looks at the others when she flops it around. Revealing newspaper clippings of Danny using each of his powers, a grave yard, some mountains, and... ski resort pamphlets?

A: Now. Let's look at the evidence.

1. The snow. That came out of nowhere, right? - Wrong. Before the Christian version of Hell, there was the Norse Hel. It was where everyone whet when they died, provided they didn't die in battle. It was thought to be a vast wasteland covered in ice where you could spend eternity with those who were with you when you died.

2. His appearance. He wears a onesie. There are a few reasons one might wear a onesie. The main reason being, you don't want something getting into your clothes. For example, bees. But he has nothing to do with bees. It would have to be something else, something he is connected to... like snow. Like his hair. *pause for effect* it's snow white. The chances of someone being born with white hair is less than 0.001% or one in 17 to 20 thousand. It can also be caused by a deficiency in vitamin B12 or pituitary or thyroid issues. You can all refer to the group chat for articles on those.

*Angie knows no one ever reads her sorces, but damn it, she did her research, and she's gonna site it.*

Jónatan: When did you have time for this? School only finished yesterday.

A: What I think is more likely is that his haircolor changed post-mortem. But why white?

*pause*

A: I think he froze to death.

The room went silent. It had crossed each of their minds, but no one had wanted to say it. Enter Angie 'can't read the room to save her life' Sage.

A: Considering the multiple ski resorts in Illinois supporting the theory and how much more aggressive he is in December, probably due to the anniversary of his death. It could also explain why no other ghosts show up in December. Either they're too scared of him or they're giving him space. He has seemed to be somewhat chumy with some of the other ghosts, despite their combative relationship-

Rowan: Angie, stop.

Quiet.

She looks around the room. Four people are looking down, seemingly avoiding eye contact, and two look at her. Rowan, looks right at her with stern yet sympathetic eyes.

R: Everyone take five. We'll pick it up from here. Angie, a word.

Oh great, she must've offended someone. If only she could remember to look at the faces. Shurely, there must be some signs she could look out for.

R: I know you like theories, Angie. But can you tone it down? You're talking about someone's death. That's not the sort of thing most people are comfortable with.

They're one of the most patient people she's ever met, but sometimes even Rowan doesn't quite make sense.

A: But... he's a ghost. We all know he died.

R: We do. But, I think this whole conversation could be easier if you remove the "post mortem" and the "to death" parts of your presentation.

A: I guess I could change the wording a bit. Leave out the more gruesome parts. But I need someone to hear those out, a second set of ears to make sure I didn't miss anything.

Rowan looks to the corner of the room, where a 12 year old girl sits on a barstool with a wide-eyed grin ear to ear. She nods as though knowing exactly what they want.

R: Dani can hear you out on those.

Dani (12 (real age 1)) a gremlin, somehow always has time for this: I look forward to working with you.

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Angie's articles

Premature gray/white hair

One in 17-20,000

BTW I'm not gonna continue this.

Guess I'm continuing this.

Pt 2

Masterpost

#danny phantom #Danny's Phanclub #dani phantom #fanfic #phandom #writing prompt #writing #dp x dc au #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp

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nepthesperglord · 1 month ago

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Study Date

Oc MLM Smut Fic with Forcemasc (it's wholesome)

Keith is 17-18 ftm switch he/him

Ethan is 16-17 cis switch he/him

Contains; Dysphoria comfort, reassuring sex, oral sex on trans guy, no penetration, handjob

Word count: 2k

Read the part 1 here (Ao3)

Read this on Ao3 here

The exams were next week. After a long time of planning their "study session", they were finally at Keith's house, trying to study together.

Well, Keith was trying. Keith sure was trying. And Ethan was trying too. He was trying so hard to make Keith focus on him instead of the book in front of him.

Since they started studying physics, Ethan's hands were lost. They were on Keith's thighs, his back, his nape. Since Keith got a new haircut his neck was all exposed, and Ethan loved it. He couldn’t keep his hands off of Keith's neck, his ears, and his now very short hair. God, he loved it. Sometimes he'd lean in and "accidentally" kiss his neck instead of his cheek. He'd been doing that a lot lately. Keith would try not to look affected by it. But every time he'd get caught off guard, his breath would hitch so subtly. And Ethan always picked up on that.

Now his thumb rubbed over the end of Keith's nape.

"Ethan."

"Yeah?" he leaned in closer to Keith's face.

"Can't you at least try to focus?"

"I am focused."

Keith threw him a look. It wasn't that he didn't like Ethan's hands on him. But they needed to study.

"What?" Ethan asked, his lips almost touching Keith's ear.

"If you didn't wanna study why did we plan a study session?"

"A study date." Ethan corrected.

"Right. And where is the study part?"

"Where is the date part?"

Keith sighed as he leaned on Ethan, finally looking at him instead of the paper.

"Aaaalright," Keith said, his voice somewhat breathy. He held Ethan's face with one hand, still holding his pencil, made Ethan lean into him and finally gave him a sweet kiss. It was slow, painfully slow. Keith was just gently sucking on Ethan's upper lip and it was driving Ethan insane. Keith's hand moved onto Ethan's chest, down to his stomach and stopped on the waistband of his sweatpants.

"OK, you know how we're gonna do it?"

"Hm?"

"I'm gonna keep going, and you're gonna keep solving."

"Solve- what?"

Keith's hand slipped inside the sweatpants, giving Ethan's semi-hard dick a stroke over his boxers.

"I'm gonna stroke you and you're gonna solve your physics problems while I do so. This way it's both studying and a date, right?"

"Wha- whaaat? I can't- I can't solve physics while your hands are- on me!"

"Oh but I've been doing it this whole time, haven't I?"

"Oh, baby c'mon.."

"No, you come on." Keith planted a kiss on his jaw as he took Ethan's dick out. "Come on, solve them for me."

"Seriously? We're seriously doing this? Instead of just making ah-" Keith put Ethan's dick back in his boxers and stroked it over them once again.

"The more you talk the less I'm touching you."

"OK- ok. I- I uh- I'm gonna solve them.."

"Good boy." Keith planted a kiss on Ethan's neck.

"Oh fuck you."

"Man, you wish." his voice was teasing just like his touches. His hand rubbed Ethan over his boxers. "OK read the first one."

Ethan let out a hitched breath and attempted to read the first question.

"A 5 kg object is- ah.. moving at 10 m/s. W-what is its kinetic energy? Th- ah- This one is actually easy. Heh.."

"Yeah? What's the answer?"

"Um.. uh.. 1/2 times m times v² so it's 250 J"

"Yeah, it is! Good boy Eth." his hand moved faster on Ethan's boxers. "Read the next one"

" A- a 10 Ω resistor and a15 Ω r-resistor are c- ah.. connected in series to a-AH- Fuuu..uggh.. Keith-"

"I don't think my name is in the equation."

"Can you at least.. take it off? Please?"

"We don't have lube.. I don't wanna hurt you."

"I am soaked with precum I promise you- baby pleaseee"

"Ok ok.." Keith lets Ethan's member out once again. "but keep reading."

"Thank you.. thank you.. yeah- uh.. to a 30 V battery. What- what is the current through the circuit and- mh.. and the power dissipated by the 15 Ω resistor? Ohh God that feels so good.."

Keith's hand was circling Ethan's tip.

"Dude you leaked over your hoodie.. It's all messy, see?"

"A- huh? Oh.." Ethan looked dazed.

"You should take it off, man." Keith pulled the hoodie over for Ethan to take off. Ethan obliged without thinking much.

"Ok keep solving." Keith's hand cupped Ethan's now naked chest.

Ethan looked at the paper with no idea what he even read. The question was too long; he was normally easily distracted, and this situation wasn't helping. He tried reading the question again, but halfway through, he forgot the beginning again.

"C'mon, boy."

"I can't- I can't." Keith's hand slowed down.

"H-hhaah no no Keith-"

"I told you. You're gonna finish the paper before I finish you."

"You did not tell me that! You certainly didn't-"

"Well, I did just now," Ethan whined, his whole body tense. He was gripping the edge of the table.

"I can't.." Keith's fingers teased Ethan's tip.

Ethan's body relaxed for a second, he turned to Keith. Something shifted in Ethan's eyes. Keith noticed but he didn't have enough time to prepare himself for whatever was coming.

In an instant Ethan leaned into Keith, his hand running to Keith's parted legs. Ethan loved his boyfriend's way of sitting, taking the space that was rightfully his. And so easy to slip a hand between.

"W- E-Eth?"

"Yeah?" Ethan was now turned to his side, his face next to Keith's ear, his fingers softly tracing Keith over his sweatpants.

"What.. what are you doing?" He sounded all breathy.

"Touching you?" Keith's hands on Ethan were dropped; he instead held onto Ethan's thigh and shoulder, trying to maintain his composure. Ethan started kissing Keith's neck, his hand working overtime between Keith's thighs. His other hand caressed Keith's side.

"Have I told you how much I love your new hair?" Keith bit back a moan and tried to answer.

"A- a couple thousand times.. yes."

"Aah I haven't enough times.." He kept making out with Keith's neck for a second, licking up to under his ear.

"I really love it. You should keep it short, shouldn't you, pretty boy?"

"I- Um.. It.. it doesn't suit my face tho.." Keith answered, pushing down his shivering from Ethan's hand and slipping into his sweatpants.

"Hmm? Doesn't suit your face? What do you mean by that?"

"You know.. I- ah.. I think.. I think my face is too.. too feminine for- for short hair." The reason why Keith struggled to talk wasn't only Ethan's hands this time.

"Feminine?" Ethan pushed Keith to talk more.

"You- you know what I mean... my jaw and cheeks and.. just.." Keith stayed silent other than whimpers and whines escaping his mouth. His brain was foggy.

"Nothing is feminine about you. Nothing is. This hair could never look hotter on anyone. Maybe I should help you acknowledge it better, hm?"

Keith looked confused once more. In a second Ethan kneeled down in front of the chair Keith was sitting on, looking up at him with an expression Keith couldn't make sense of.

"Aren't you so tired, handsome? No boy that hot should be worrying about exams.."

"Oh fuck you, I don't wanna be treated like a bimbo," Keith said half flustered.

"You're not a bimbo, you're a stud." Ethan pulled Keith's sweatpants down and kept his hips pinned to the chair.

"A- .. A STUD? ME?"

"Yeah," he kissed on Keith's inner thigh.

"..I'm the opposite of a stud- I'm-"

"You're a nerdy pretty boy who is a stud. You're attractive, you're masculine, and you get dick all you want, you're a stud."

"All the dick I want-? I have no game."

"You get my dick all you want."

"... .. A stud?"

"My stud." Ethan turned his gaze to Keith's boxers. "You're wet hehe.. You know what we're gonna do, my stud? I'm gonna suck you off until you talk about yourself the way you should be."

Keith opened his mouth to say something but he was interrupted by Ethan's tongue on his boxers, licking and sucking over his boxers.

"I'm gonna give you a good blowjob, ok dude?"

"Blowjob..?"

"Mmmhm.. gonna suck that cock the way you deserve. Until you understand that you deserve it.."

"I'm not even on T.. I don't have- aH-" Ethan sucked on Keith's clit over the fabric, his hand slowly pulling the boxers down. Keith lifted his hips instinctively, helping Ethan. When Ethan managed to get the boxers off he looked up at Keith.

"Of course, you have a cock, dude. Don't be silly. Don't make me silence you every time."

Ethan started lapping at Keith's bottom. The sight of him on his knees, half-naked, cock still out and hard in front of Keith was enough to send him over the edge by itself. Still, Keith had a bit of control left over his own body. His hand instinctively went to hold Ethan's head, something between petting him and pulling his hair.

"Mmmhm yeah- push me down on it c'mon.."

Ethan was sensual but rough. He looked up at Keith, sucking on his "cock". Keith fucking loved that. He didn't know how he hadn’t realized it before. He didn't normally mind anatomical terms but, god damn- His cock felt great.

Keith left out all the voices Ethan could ask for. He was getting close already. Ethan pulled away sensing that.

"You're a stud, aren't you? Tell me what you are, baby."

"M- mh? I- uh.. that's embarrassing, Eth c'mon.." His voice was all whiney.

"You're sitting there with a guy rock hard on his knees sucking you off. Your legs are all open, your hand making me take it, fucking my mouth on it. What else would you be than a stud? Hm?" Ethan dived back.

Keith was.. Keith was hard. Hard for that. For every word.

Yeah. Yeah, he was a stud.

He was fucking his boyfriend.

He was a man alright. Taking it like a man. Giving it like a man.

Keith grabbed Ethan's hair and started really fucking him into it. Guided him wherever he wanted. Fucking his face like that. Ethan would praise him if he could, but he had no space to talk, and that felt great.

Ethan was painfully hard. His smartass, soft-spoken, beautiful boyfriend finally started to believe he was a stud. That alone was too much. He was chasing release since the first moment Keith chewed on his own lip while trying to solve an equation. This meet-up was a dumb expectation. Did Keith really think they could study, sitting right next to each other, all alone? Keith humming with every question he answers, not even aware of it.

Ethan felt his dick twitch. He bucked against the chair leg. Keith started tearing up as he let Ethan know he was gonna cum. Ethan hummed in approval as loud as he could. Keith pulled his hair sharply, tho not rough enough to hurt, as he came right there.

Ethan's whole body shivered as he pressed his cheek against Keith's thigh. He didn't understand what was happening at first until his body gave up from the taste of his boyfriend on his tongue. Ethan left out a high surprised voice as he creamed on the floor, untouched.

Keith's mind was still foggy, drunk from orgasm. He stared down at Ethan. Who was looking sort of embarrassed, mostly fucked out.

"..oh? You..?"

"Y-Your hands were.. when you pulled my hair I couldn't.. I came.."

Keith had to admit the sight was hotter than anything he'd ever seen. But still..

"It's all over the floor, dude."

"Dude my fucking ass.. I just sucked you off."

"You came from giving head... to a stud."

Ethan smirked idiotically.

"Yep.. my nerdy stud.."

Keith leaned down to kiss the messy mouth of his boyfriend.

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renren-006 · 1 year ago

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Bruises | JJ x fem reader

plot: jj and the hot tub scene, exept you were there for him

warning: mentions of violence, bruises, fluff

a/n: i had an idea pop into my head today so here it is!

taglist: @rosecentury

When JJ set up the hot tub at John B’s and we all showed back up, you knew something was wrong. You had been with JJ for a while now and you knew the signs of when he had a beating from his father. He turned to trunking and bad decisions when it happened. He never cheated on you, that was never a bad decision he made but he made other bad ones instead.

He was drunk with the hot tub on like there was a party happening. Kei and Pope were upset at him for buying this instead of anything else to help them out. Once he stood, showing the bruises on his ribs, the giant red and purple markings, everyone stopped yelling. “JJ” you said, walking closer. He was freaking out.

“I got this for my family” he said, throwing his hands and his drink around. The others didn't know what to do. Kie was worried, scared shitless by the bruises. You closed the gap between you and the hot tub, stepping into it with your skirt and clothes still on.

“What are you..” JJ said, moving back, not fast enough before you pulled him in, soaking your clothes in the stream jets. He broke at the contact with you, tears started falling.

“It's okay baby” you told him, holding him close. You could hear Kei and Pope walking away to give us privacy. “Its okay”

“He…” JJ started. “Y/N I dont know what to do”

“Well figure it out together” you told him, pulling away and holding his face in your hands. “All of this”

“Okay…Okay” JJ said, becoming more and more relaxed in your hold. You were soaking wet and JJ’s body was glued to you. You would stand here for however long he needed you to be.

The next few days JJ never talked about what happened, never mentioned it around the others. Kiara was worried for him.

“I'm just worried,” She told you.

“I wish I could say something that would help that Kie, but he hasn't said much” you told her. She nodded her head, and hugged you goodbye before her and Pope left. John B was out by the doc with Sarah. JJ was on the couch.

“J?” You asked, he lifted his head up to look at you. “I just want to make sure your okay”

“Of course I am,” hensaid standing, “Why would you think I wouldn't be?”

“Because of that night? J you worried the shit out of me”

“Oh…right” he said, lost. You rushed towards him, holding his hands in yours. His eyes trailed your hands. He always loved physical touch but when he gets like this, it was hard for him to know what he wanted. “All i want to know is that those bruises are healed” you said, “I won't ask what happened, just tell me your body isn't still…” He pulled his hands from your grip. JJ lifted his shirt to show you the now faded and hardly there bruises. You smiled as you traced them.

“Good” You said, “Next time this happens…I want you to come to me immediately okay?” JJ looked at you, worry flashed over his eyes. “I wont judge, I just want to be there for you”

“Okay Y/N. I promise” JJ said, holding you close, “I'll come to you more”

“Thank you,” you told him.

#jj maybank #jj obx #jjk x reader #jj mayback x reader #jj mayback imagine #obx fic #obx fanfiction

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 2 years ago

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A Little Lesson

💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜

WARNINGS: Rough sex, Dom Jason, Breeding Squirting, Porn no plot..

MINORS DNI

"Oh fuck, oh fuck! JASON! Pleeeease, oh God, pleeease!" I plead for him to slow his deep ass rough fucking back shots. He instead speeds up as a big ass hand reaches down, grabbing a handful of my freshly done blonde faux locs, and puts my back in a mean ass arch. His sinister and merciless chuckle at my begging has me clenching around his thick girth helplessly.

"I ain't slowin shit down mama. You fuckin wanted this dick, now you gone take this dick. FUUUUCK." Jason growls out without a hint of damn remorse. His pace is steady as fuck as he buries his meat so far inside me that I immediately try to scramble off his cock. I don't slide even an inch of his dick outta me before my man quickly pins me to the floor of our bedroom. The carpet rubs my nipples and my clit throbs as I struggle to get free but Jason doesn't break a sweat as he effortlessly holds me down. His broad chest to my back, muscled arms now caging me, his strokes never cease their punishing rhythm. SMACK, SMACK SMACK, SMACK, SMACK SMACK.. His hips beat against the fat of my ass makin it jiggle wildly as he fucks into my overstimulated pussy like he hates me.

"Where the f-fuck do you think you're goin?" His gruff voice registers in my ear lowly. Between the blinding pleasure between my legs, the ringing in my ears and my wails, it takes me a moment to understand what he's sayin. Jason's chest presses me into the floor a bit more as he rips his fat ass dick from drippin pussy, leaving me to flutter around nothin. I try to steady my breathing, blinkin tears outta my eyes, and focus on his words.

"You know why this is fuckin happenin. Ain't no, uhn, fuck so wet.. Ain't no sympathy here. You shoulda thought about what I would do to yo bad ass." He says smugly, rubbing the tip of his monster cock on my pussy lips. I can't help but to give a weak moan as his cock catches the inside and he pushes in just to pull out. Jason teases me by dippin in and out of my soaked entrance, patting and smacking his dick in the wet mess to make small spatters of my slick drench his dick.

"The next time I'm workin out, oooh fuck, maybe you'll think twice about, mmmmm, comin in the gym actin like a fuckin slut. Shiiiiiiiit so good, had every fucker starin at my pretty brown booty." A hard smack lands on my ass as Jason spears back inside me halfway. The yell that comes outta me almost pierces my own ears but all I get is another sadistic laugh and a rough thrust to the hilt. He grounds himself by gripping my hips firmly and punishing me in the best way possible. His balls slap against my pussy, all sticky and wet from me creamin all over him.

If I thought his pace was rough before, he must be fuckin me at the speed of light now. I feel the muscles of his stomache flex against my ass as my juices smear all over Jason's lower half. I'm beyond being able to speak, eyes rolled in the back of my head as my tongue lolls outta my mouth. Drool seeps out my mouth and between my cheek plastered against the now wet carpet. The feeling of his tongue flicking sensually against my ear as a hand slides between me and the floor to finger at my throbbing clit, makes me jerk against him. I can feel his eyes on me, greedily drinkin in every expression that flashes across my face, savoring every single reaction my body gives him. Knowin how much he's enjoyin wreckin and watchin me helps push me to my fuckin end.

I open my mouth to warn him of my approaching orgasm but sayin anything feels like try to get out the toughest tongue twister. It's like I can't remember how to form words. My mouth moves uselessly, the only sounds comin from me being pleasured moans. Even with a muddled mind, I know I'm not to cum with out his permission during punishment. No matter how hard I try, with the way Jason's piping me down I can't do shit except moan like a bitch in heat.

"Dammit woman, this pussy is too fuckin tight, I can't keep this up." I hear the frustration in his voice as well as feel his hips twist slightly and tilt upwards, scraping the walls of beat up little puss in a way that has me clenching up as the pleasure explodes. It's his turn to jerk and shiver against me as I have the most explosive fuckin orgasm all over him. I can hear the audible splatter of squirt hit this man and I'm sure it made me cum even more. The intense feeling has me grinding backwards on his girth.

"Jaaaaase, baby, oh Jaaaasooon!" I loudly moan and scream out my pleasure as my pussy tries to simultaneously push him out and squeeze the cum from his thick ass dick. The twitchin throb of him makes it clear that he's now the one that can't take me. The pathetic whines emitting from him as he humps me roughly let me know he's about to bust.

"FUCK! Ahhhhh, gotta c-cum in my pussy now, gonna fill you up till you leak of me baby. Fuck, take it princess, take it, take it, take it.." His filthy words ending in a mindless mantra as he floods my pussy, punctuating dirty words with thick milky spurts of cum. I don't know how my stomache ain't pokin out with the load he stuffin me with. It feels never ending, my poor pussy quivering around him as he breeds me like a animal. He's loud as fuck, groanin out how good it feels, how good I am as he fucks up into me with no other mission than to unload.

Jason fills me till a bit spills outta me as he predicts, most of it plugged by the monster cock that hasn't deflated a bit. His dick continues to twitch and leak cum inside me as we both breathe hard through our nose. A few moments go by before I can manage a small push backwards with my ass into his pelvis, signaling for him to pull out. The motion crams his still very hard, very large dick against the soaked sore walls of my pussy and I yelp in pleasured confusion. He just came buckets and he's hard as a fuckin diamond! Jason chuckles before he responds in a menacing tone.

"You just dont learn.. Did I say you could fuckin cum woman?"

UH OH..

#jason momoa x reader #black reader #smut

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mkmas · 1 year ago

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Jude and the Loving Kiss

inexperienced kiss xxx event

love how thats the title. as usual sorry it’s not perfect and if there’s anything wrong🙇‍♀️

(Wah, a beautiful flower garden…!)

(But why are we in a place like this…?)

(I don't know but... This place is so wonderful, it would be nice if I could stay here forever…)

A pleasant breeze fiddled with my hair and the scent of sweet flowers filled my heart with happiness.

At that moment, someone’s voice could be heard.

???: Tch… You, you're not just going to drop dead here without paying me back.

Kate: That voice, Jude…?

(Anyhow, I owe Jude a debt!)

Kate: 一Ugh! Ha, ha….!

A change from the beautiful scenery.

As soon as I regained consciousness, I spit out a large amount of water.

Ellis: Are you okay Kate?

Ellis pats my back as I groan. I exhaled water in response and finally calmed down to breathe.

Kate: … Thank you very much.

Ellis: I was really surprised. Kate was drowning in the river.

Kate: I was drowning…?

(Could it be, that flower garden I saw was the afterlife…)

(If it weren't for Jude's voice, I'd still be there一)

Trembling at just the mere thought of it, I grasped my own body with both arms.

Jude: Ha… Isn’t the season too cold for swimming?

Kate: I-I wasn’t swimming. Yes… I think there was a child drowning in the river and I tried to help... The child… !?

Ellis: The child was soaking wet but will be okay. Just to be safe, the child went to the doctor.

Kate: Is that so, that’s a relief… Um, Ellis was the one who saved me right?

Ellis: Nope, I was too far away to make it…

Ellis: Jude carried you back to the river shore, and breathed into you. ***(he didn’t directly mention CPR)

Kate: Jude………..

After I calmed down, I finally noticed that Jude's clothes were wet.

Apparently, he went into the river in such cold weather to save me.

Jude: Unfortunately, it wasn’t a prince that woke the princess up from her slumber. Such a pity it was a wizard.

Kate: It’s not a pity. Thank you so much for saving me!

Kate: …………. Uh, “breathed into?”

Jude: For people drowning in lakes, the appropriate first aid measure is to provide air with a mouth-to-mouth approach.

(I don't remember any of it at all, but doesn’t that mean that our lips were pressed together?)

Jude: Oi… Don't get all red-faced and excited over a common medical procedure. Saving you was dumb.

Kate: I-I wasn’t excited…!

Jude: I don’t know... Well, I'm soaking wet, so I'm going home. You should see that quack doctor just to be safe.

After he said that, Jude threw his jacket at me.

Jude's jacket was not wet at all, probably because he had taken it off before he went into the river.

Kate: Eh? Um, this…

Jude: You're going home now too, aren't you? If you walk behind me dressed like a sl*t like that, I'm going to look bad and it will be a nuisance.

I looked down and saw that my clothes were wet and sticking to my skin, and the thin fabric was becoming transparent.

Kate: T-Thank you very much.

Flustered, I quickly borrowed Jude's jacket and put it on the front.

His jacket felt very warm, and the faint scent of cigarettes filled my nose making my heart skip a beat.

Ellis: Ah… You two, up.

At that moment, Ellis suddenly noticed something and pointed above our heads.

Jude: …

Kate: Thats…

Directly above our heads was a tree with a wreath of mistletoe hanging from its trunk.

Maybe they forgot to take down the Christmas decorations.

(If I’m not mistaken, there's a superstition that if you kiss under the mistletoe, you'll be together forever…)

(… I mean, didn’t Jude just now give me artificial respiration!?)

Jude: ….

Jude glanced at my flustered state with a confused and annoyed expression,

He reached for the mistletoe, roughly pulled it off, and shoved it to Ellis.

Jude: Burn it.

Ellis accepts the mistletoe with a nod, and quickly walks away.

Kate: Well, uhm, Jude….

Jude: You, you don't believe in that mistletoe superstition, do you?

Kate: … I-I don’t believe it?

Jude: You’re a shitty liar.

Jude clicked his tongue and grabbed my arm.

Jude: Get that foolish head of yours to carve out a new superstition.

I was pulled closer and our lips forcibly met. This time it wasn’t life-saving, but rather just a normal kiss.

Kate: Un….

Our lips met tightly as if seeking warmth.

However, because the two of them were completely cold after entering the river, they could only feel the coldness of each other's lips, and could not feel the slightest bit of warmth.

Kate: … Fu….

Jude: … Nn…

Jude: … Not like this.

The icy kiss ends with Jude murmuring, as if to prove that there was no love in it.

Jude: …… “Even if you kiss under the mistletoe, if you kiss again in the same place, it will be canceled”!

Kate: I… Understand…

Of course, such a superstition does not exist, it was Jude's original.

(I can't believe you would go to the trouble of kissing me one more time to make up for my superstition…)

(… Could you have hated that superstition that much.)

Jude and I are not lovers, so it's only natural that we don't make eternal vows.

And yet, a bitter feeling spreads in my chest, as if I had lost my love.

(I'm sure I feel this way because I was happy that Jude saved me...)

(That gap is just making me feel lonely... Right?)

I forced myself to believe that I was in love and that I had a reason for my feelings.

Jude: … It's not worth it to make a promise of eternity with just a kiss.

Jude muttered thoughtfully and returned the swelling.

Since we are going back to the same place, I hurriedly follow behind him.

Kate: Jude, do you hate promises?

Jude: Nothing is eternal.

Jude's answer didn't seem to align with the question, but after thinking about it for a while, it started to make sense.

(It’s not that Jude hates promises, he just doesn't make them because he can't promise forever… He can't promise eternity, so he doesn’t make such promises.)

Eternity does not exist. As long as it doesn't exist, promises will always be broken. That's why such promises shouldn’t be made from the beginning.

I think that’s what Jude probably wanted to say.

(Isn’t that very sincere?)

It is easy for a person to lie in their heart. They can just lie and say that they will love you forever.

But even if it’s only superstitions, Jude never makes promises he can’t keep.

(... I wonder if Jude will someday have someone to whom he wants to pledge eternity to.)

Despite everything, Jude never abandoned me when I was drowning.

He is ruthless and arrogant, but I know from our time together that he is inhumane from the bottom of his heart.

(I wonder if someone will notice this side of Jude, somedayー…)

Being curious of such things would either make you feel like you want to look at the person, or not look,

I was driven by a strange feeling that I could not explain.

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sorry but it’s so funny how ellis just went ok and ran off to burn a random mistletoe that belonged to the country or whoever was in charge of decorating the town😭 also smth that surprised me a little was how they really wanna emphasize jude’s foul mouth bc 痴女 = generally means sl*t but i’ve seen people use this to describe really bad female perverts or even female m*lesters (take it with a grain of salt, he’s extremely horrible with words but he always means well)

#jude jazza #ikemen villains #ikevil

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hallow-yee · 9 months ago

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~Come out, come out, wherever you are~

☆Part 4☆

TW//CW: Pred/Prey Kink, Possessiveness, Hiding, Smut, Use of whore and slut as well as sweet things, Mating press, Rough sex, Degrading kink, Creampie.

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Teasing you with is words you can feel the heat rush up to your cheeks and the tips of your ears. First Jack removes your shirt all the way, then your bottoms. A trail of your slick juices follow. Jack chuckles, "Mmmmm all this just for me?~ well thank you my sweet sundrop." He says as he gives you a peck on the lips before placing your bottoms and top to the side, "My turn~" You sit up and watch intently as the clown man starts to strip, he's doing it slowly, making sure you get to savor every bit of it. First slowly taking off his shirt, then, unbuckling his belt, he takes off his pants. You can see the precum soaking through his underwear, "I knew I wasn't the only one that needed this...." you mumbled under your breath. "What was that sunshine?" Jack tilts his head at you, a warm but coy smile on his face. "....Nothing" you say, looking everywhere but him, face flushed. "Mmmhmm, that's what I thought." He says, "Now then," You look back at him and your eyes widened. He had taken his underwear off, exposing his cock to the cold room air. It was twitching slightly and with every other bounce a dribble of precum would drip down his member. No matter how many times you've seen it, you still can't get over how big he is. "Why don't you spread those pretty legs for me and we can get started hmmm?~" You do as he asks and spread your legs, already trembling from the sheer thought of his cock being buried DEEP inside you. He gets on the bed and positions himself between you legs, one hand resting on your hip while the other guides his cock to your entrance. "You ready?" He asks in a slightly softer tone, making sure you're ok before he starts, "Yeah, I'm ready~" you say, reaching down to your pussy and spreading open for him with your hands, "Please....fuck my pretty pussy Jack~". Jack grins, "As you wish, sunspot~" He rubs his cock up and down your exposed pussy before slowly sticking the head inside of you. "Fuuuuuu~ Mmmmmmm ahh~ Oh FUUUUCK MEEEE~" you start to moan as he slowly fills you up. "G-Gosh....hah~....y-y/n.....you...you feel soooo gooood~ Ahh~" Jack moans, making sure he can feel every inch of himself sliding into you. "T-Thats right sunshine, take all of me~ every......hah~......last......sooooo tight~......i-inch......FUUUUUCK UGH~" He growls, bottoming out inside you. He stays still for a moment, letting you get used to his size before he starts to move his hips slowly out then back in again, keeping a slow and steady pace, making sure not to hurt you. "Fuuuuck~ Jack ahhh~ please mmmmmmm I need more~" you moan, "Please, I promise I'll tell you if I can't take it just please ruuuuin mee ahh~" you begged him. Jack, MORE than happy to oblige, nods his head before slamming into you, his pace picking up more and more by the second. "MMMMMM AHH~ FUUUUUCK.......YESSSSSS UHH~ GOD FUCK, PLEASE DONT STOOOOOOOOP AHHH~" "Hah~ yeah....t-there you go s-sundrop~......GOD UGHH~......take my.......MMMMMMM AHH~.......TAKE MY COCK JUST LIKE THAT MY PRETTY LITTLE SLUT~" Jack was losing his self-control, getting rough with you as he digs his fingers so harshly into your hips that it'll definitely leave bruises by the end of this. You were loving every second of it, gripping the bed sheets under you as you moan loudly into the room. "Y-You like that sunshine....heh~....you like it when I tell you how much of a pretty WHORE you are for me hmmm?~" your pussy clenched around him a little tighter and he spoke. "Thaaaaats it......AHHH~ c-clench yourself around me......FUUUUCK~......j-just like that, mmmmmm~ you're......HAH~ G-GOD........y-you're doing sooo well for me~" Jack grabs the backs of your knees and pushes your legs toward you, taking you into over drive,

PART 3 《》 PART 5

#sunny day jack fanfiction #sdj x reader #sunny day jack x reader #sdj #sunnydayjack #sunny day jack #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jack #snaccpop studios #Youtube

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violetsunburn · 2 months ago

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Pmc healing process

!!!Stab wound, Gay people 🙀, poly Pmc, kissing!!!

Clown and Leo sat at the Pmc base living room. Leo was on one side of the couch fidgeting with his communicator, waiting for Minute to get back from a met up with some old friend. Clown was sharpening his scythe on the other side, humming along to the song that filled the Air.

Right now Leo noticed it was a rare time that Clown kept his mask off. His face wasn't something bad at all Leo had no idea why Clown hid his face, to him and Minute Clown's face was gorgeous. His right eye was a bright sky blue and his left was a deep orange, with stripes under each eye corresponding with his eye color. His midnight hair looked so perfectly tied into a ponytail that when a bit passed his shoulder.

Leo jumped when Clown quit humming and turned to face him with a sly grin on his face. Leo shot his head to break eye contact with Clown, only to hear the assassin laughing softly. Clown put his scythe down and stared at Leo with that damn smile that was going to kill him one day. Clown laughs again and says "are you just going to eye me all day love?"

Leo's brain short circuited at the nickname he has been called thousands of times and the only thing he can do is bury his head in his hands. Clown simply stands up walks over to Leo and places a kiss to the top of his hair. Clown's hand glides from Leo's hair to his chin slightly tipping his head and giving Leo the same smile.

(The same smile Clown gave to Minute and Leo on that mountain while the sun was setting. The same smile Clown gave each day after the mountain. Because since that day he found the two people he wanted to hold onto. The two people he would, kill for, love, care for, smother with love, and be with till fate itself has to tear them apart. Even then he wouldn't stop fighting for the two until he couldn't stand.)

"I'm going to start cooking, you wanna help?" Clown asked.

Leo laughed and pulled himself up, but still letting Clown hold him close. "Of course I'd never pass up on the opportunity to steal your recipes." They both smiled and Leo let Clown pull him away to the kitchen.

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"Hey Clown I'm starting to get worried about Minute" Leo said sitting on the counter. They both were waiting on the food in the oven and Leo started to notice it was getting late.

Clown was leaning on the same counter and raised an eye. "Well he said he was going to be home by 8 what time is it now?"

Leo looked to the clock and felt his heart sink a bit "It's 9:05 and Minute wouldn't be late without telling one of us." Leo started to tap on his communicator fidgeting with buttons.

"Well he's probably on his way back, you can try and call him and if he doesn't answer I have Xia's number."

Leo grabbed his communicator but before his hand could get to the button.

*CRASH*

Clown's hand flew to his scythe, which he brought to the kitchen and Leo's hand flew to his butterfly knife he always kept on him. Clown's other hand wraps around Leo and pushes him back slightly while he is moving forward.

Clown reached the corner of the kitchen and looked around it and he saw Clown's face drop. Clown's scythe slipped out of his hand as he ran forward. Leo ran to the corner and froze.

Minute was kneeling with both of his hands across his stomach covering a stab wound. His suit that was usually always clean and pure had multiple cuts that were soaked in blood. His hair was also soaked in blood and his tail was limp on the floor.

Minute collapses onto Clown and his shaky hands curl around him. Clown catches him and his eyes assess the situation then shoot to Leo. Leo snaps out of his frozen state and runs over to the closest first aid kit and grabs it.

Leo runs back to Minute, who Clown has moved to the couch, and replaced Minute's hands with his own. Leo sits down beside them and starts scavenging though the med kit and hands Clown a health potion. "What happened, were you hit by any potions?"

Minute spoke softly "n-no just got jumped by lis-" Minute winced in pain and balled his fist, cutting his nails into his palm. Leo takes Minute's right hand into both of his. Leo drew circles into Minute's palm distracting Minute from the pain.

Minute can feel stuff happening all around him but he can't feel himself. It feels like his body is just a vessel and he is a wandering spirit. Time slows down, or speeds up? He couldn't tell the only thing he knows is that this server and others are going to be a bit safer with 5 less listener's.

The weight that was in his lap pulls back and moves to his left and he can tell he looks a bit better. Minute could feel a bandage wrapped around his stomach and multiple smaller bandages littered around his arms. He could feel his right hand being held by a hand and another warm hand filtering through his hair. The feeling was grounding and made him feel alive again. He melted into the touch and felt his eyes become heavy and eventually his breathing evens out.

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When Minute wakes up he's not on the couch anymore. He didn't open his eyes but he could feel that he was on a bed and someone was curled up in his arms. He felt much better than he did then whenever he was last awake but he still had a slight throbbing pain where he was stabbed.

Minute cracked open his eyes and his eyes felt a bit strained from the sun that came through the blinds. His eyes were met by white fluffy hair. Minute moved his head back and smiled softly. Leo was sleeping soundly, curled up closely to Minute. Leo's arms were circled around Minute's chest and his legs were filtered with Minute's. His heart fluttered just by looking at Leo.

Minute took his right hand across Leo's cheek and just admired the beauty. Leo mumbled something incomprehensible and swatted Minute's hand away from him. Minute giggled a bit and grabbed Leo's hand and started messing with his fingers.

Leo's eyes slid halfway open and stared at Minute for a quick second, then leaned in and placed a kiss on Minute's lips. It was soft and quick but Minute wouldn't trade anything for it. Leo pulled back a bit just for his lips to be caught again by Minute's. This time it was longer and full of desire, Leo's hands moved to the back of Minute's neck, and Minute's arms circled around Leo's waist. Minute felt a giddy shot of excitement when Leo nipped at his bottom lip. They both pull away, but just slightly and Leo leaned his forehead against Minute's.

Leo and Minute sit there for a few minutes, Leo rubbing the back of Minute's neck and Minute holding onto Leo's waist like his life depended on it.

Minute recognizes the door of the room creaking open and someone walking in. He heard a small laugh that he recognized as Clown's and he sat down at the edge of the bed. Clown moved his hand to Minute's waist around where the bandages were and rubbed his thumb against him softly. Minute turned a little to look at Clown and saw him without his mask smiling just a little. He looked absolutely stunning.

Clown's voice broke the silence "you both have to get up, Minute we need to change your bandages." Minute groaned and Leo flopped flat on his back, neither of them moved anymore. Clown sighed knowing that both of them aren't going to move without "help". So he moved to stand up and placed his left hand on Minute's back and his right hand scooped up his legs and picked him up.

Minute's face went bright red and he tried to stutter out a response but he was shut up by a peck on his cheek by Clown. Minute ended up nuzzling into Clown's neck letting his tail wrap around Clown loosely.

Minute was placed on the couch and Clown ran his fingers though his hair and placed a kiss before walking back to the bedroom. When Clown got back to the room Leo was propped up on his elbows, blinking his eyes rapidly.

Clown tries to grab Leo's legs but he squirms out of his hold while trying to hold back his laughing. Clown rolled his eyes and after a bit of back and forth Clown eventually pulls Leo by his waist to the edge of the bed. Clown has one of his knees leaned on the bed holding Leo still with his hands on his waist. Leo without words just grinned and pulled Clown down into a sloppy kiss. Leo looped his arms around Clown's neck and pulled him down a bit more getting him to basically sit on his lap.

Clown nipped at Leo's bottom lip and Leo tilts his head letting Clown get as close as he can to him. One of Leo's hands moved to Clown's hair and the other one moved to his shoulder. Leo gasped for air but Clown took that as an opportunity and moved to kiss him again letting his tongue explore Leo's mouth. The kiss was rough but slow, it was loving and a show of affection. It was breathtaking and made both of them weak at the sheer love it established.

Leo broke the kiss again only when he physically didn't have enough air anymore. He was breathing heavily but smiling wildly and he wiped a bit of Clown's spit off his mouth.

But then he was picked up and let's out a sigh but allowed himself to be carried to the living room. Clown drops Leo off on the couch and goes to grab the med kit.

Minute crosses his legs, laughs "wow is this favoritism I smell, I thought you couldn't go any lower" Minute said with no sound of distaste. Minute moves to lay his head to Leo's lap and Leo laughs back and runs his fingers though Minute's hair.

Clown shows up with the med kit and kneels on the floor beside the couch and starts to look though the med kit. Clown slowly undoes the bandages and looks at the wound and Minute can hear Clown wince.

Clown starts to rebandage the wound but Leo who is still running his hand through Minute's hair asked "What exactly happened?"

Minute sighed cuz how do you explain that there's deities above gods called watchers and listeners. And he just so happened to hunt and kill them with his old mentor Xia who, her, herself just so happens to be a runaway listener. Also the watchers just so happened to kill all the void walkers except for him and Spoke. Also how does he somehow work in there that he is technically a gladiator?!

Minute sighed again and said "me and Xia got jumped while I was walking her to her house. I killed the players but Xia didn't know how to treat wounds so I told her to teleport me to our base." He wasn't technically lying but he'll tell them the truth later when he's in the mood.

Leo hummed quietly and continued to run his fingers through his hair.

Clown finished rebandaging the wound and put the med kit away, making a mental note to get more supplies. He moves swiftly, and sits on the arm of the couch noticing Minute was now sat up and fiddling with the new bandage.

A thought came to Clown's mind and he moved to sit beside Minute, cups his face and kisses him. Minute eases into the kiss and kisses back with a surprisingly sweet feel. Minute's tongue slides across Clown's lip and pushes Clown back into the couch. He wraps his hands around Clown's neck and filters his legs around Clown's.

Clown's hands fall to Minute's waist, purposely landing his hands a bit lower to not touch his bandages. They break apart just for a second and with a smile Minute kisses Clown again. They kissed slowly with multiple, longer, meaningful and unspoken words though each one.

They break apart again but Clown moves down to Minute's neck leaving small kisses down his neck. Eventually making it to his collarbone leaving longer but still soft kisses and nips.

Minute smiles but his eyes drift over to where Leo is sitting and almost busted out laughing. Leo looked reder than blood with blush covering his ears and neck. He was covering his mouth with the back of his hand and his pupils were dilated crazily. Clown looked up at Leo and laughed softly and eyed him up and down.

Leo moved his hand from his face to his neck and mumbled "gosh that's so hot." Minute and Clown busted out laughing and Leo just covered his face with both of his hands.

Eventually Leo stands up and says "I'm going to make breakfast you keep doing each other you freaks." Leo practically runs to the kitchen.

Clown calms down still smiling and moves his right hand to Minute's face and pulls him back down to kiss him again.

#poly pmc #poly ship #Leowook x minute #Leowook x clown #Clown x minute #My fav gay people #Pmc #lifesteal smp #lifesteal #Listener #MinuteTech #clownpierce #Leowook #Minute is a gladiator

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