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yuyuzlilbunny · 3 months ago

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Rockstar Princess

inspired by this mingi fit where the pants originally have a fake thong attached to them

paring: y/n(fem) x mingi and very very very tiny amount of wooyoung x san

warnings: dom y/n, sub mingi, use of pet names (princess, baby, mommy, sweetheart), slight degradation, praise, kinda exhibition idk (they are in the bathroom and everyone else is in the room right outside of it), possibly dacryphilia, pegging, anal/butt stuff, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

word count: 1849

side note: thank you cptnhngjng for helping me out with this at 3am

you and san were in the backstage lounge of the club that mingi and his bandmates were playing at tonight. hongjoong had just finished saying goodbye to the patrons of the club, which meant the boys would be coming back any moment now. wooyoung was the first one you saw coming back, jumping into sans arms. then came hongjoong and yeosang, who both went to get some water out of the mini fridge. then last but not least mingi came back stage; he was wearing the sexiest outfit known to mankind. when he sent a picture of his outfit to you earlier, you had almost lost it and immediately thought about snapping the fake thong against his hips.

when mingi finally got over to where you were in the lounge, he lifted you up and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. “hi baby, how was the show?” he asked, setting you back down onto the ground.

“it was super good princess yall did amazing like always.” you said ruffling his messy pink hair making, him smile.

“i’m glad you liked the show, baby.” he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“i also really enjoyed your sexy little outfit you put on as well.” you said making the fake thong snap against his hips making him yelp in shock.

“y/n baby please don’t do that to me.” he whined nuzzling his head into your neck.

“why not princess?” you snapped his ‘thong’ against his hips again, and you hear him let out a weak moan. “do you like that princess?”

he lets out a pathetic whine. “can we please go somewhere more private?” he asked, making you remember that you guys aren’t alone.

“yeah let’s do that.” you see mingi quickly run over to grab a bag and come back, dragging you to the bathroom. the bathroom doesn’t really separate you guys from the others all that much, but at least it’s a different room. mingi set the bag down and locks the door to the bathroom. his hands were immediately back on you once the door was locked.

“i want you so bad, baby, please. i need you in me.” he whined. in him? he wants you in him. what does he mean?

“what do you want, princess?” you question while messing with his ‘thong’ again, making it snap against his hips a few times.

“i- i want you in me please mommy” his head was buried in your neck again you could feel his uneven breath.

‘mommy’. now that was definitely something new.

“say that for me one more time, princess.”

mingi whined into your neck. “please, mommy i want you to fuck me. please, fuck your pretty princess. mommy, i’m already prepped.”

the desperate whine he let out afterwards was driving you insane. and what did he mean he was prepared already? you decided to slip your hand down his pants to find he was going commando. you give his ass a good squeeze, and he lets out a needy moan. you move your hand further, only to find out the prep he was talking about was a butt plug. with caution you moved the plug a little bit, pushing it into him a bit more. he let out the most sinful moan you have ever heard come out of him.

“ohhh mommy! please more, need more.” the noises he was making were so pathetic, so desperate, so needy and you needed more. you moved the plug again this time, slowly moving it out as much as it could with his leather pants still on before quickly pushing it back in. the moan he let out was so loud; you were positive that if the boys couldn’t hear you two before, they could definitely hear you now.

“oh princess,” you cooed. “you’re gonna have to be a little quiet or we'll have an audience.” you said full of fake concern.

“want, i want an audience, mommy.” he whined.

“oh so what i’m hearing is that my little princess is a whore.” you said, grabbing at his waist and twisting the plug simultaneously.

“no mommy, not a whore.” he whined.

“oh really what are you then?” he tried to work himself out of your grasp, but failed when he only ended up pushing the plug against his prostate. “come on, tell mommy what you are.”

mingi looked at you with his cute little pout and teary eyed. “i’m a princess, i’m mommy’s pretty princess.” he whined.

“there you go sweetheart.” you said voice laced with fake kindness. “that wasn’t so hard now, was it princess?” you said pulling your hand out of his pants and releasing his waist from your other hand’s grasp. “i’m going to need you to let go of mommy now so we can get you undressed princess.”

mingi let go of you and immediately started ridding himself of his clothes; his shirt was the first to go, giving you the perfect view of his beautiful stomach. and his happy trail that led into his pants. the pants which he was currently working on removing, but not before you make his ‘thong’ slap against his hips one last time.

once he rid himself of his clothes, he immediately goes to you to rid you of your clothes. he pulls your shirt off and skillfully undoes your bra with one hand (like a pro). he slides down onto his knees, hands grabbing at your thighs, making you hum due to the feeling. his hands slowly make their way to your underwear, and he slowly pulls them down. when you look down at him, your eyes lock immediately; his hands still on your underwear that’s only about half way down your thighs. mingi smirks at you and yanks on your underwear, ripping it and making you gasp. “fuck mingi.”

he looks up at you, eyes full of innocence, as if he hadn't just ripped your underwear in half. you pushed his hands away from you and started to take your skirt off until his hand stopped you. you look over at him slightly confused about why he’s stopping you. “no don’t take it off i want you to fuck while your wearing your pretty skirt.” he looked at you with pleading eyes. “please mommy?”

you pull one of your hands out of mingi’s hold and grab at his jaw. “anything for my princess. just one important question: how exactly am i going to fuck you princess?”

mingi immediately scrambled to his feet, easily freeing himself from your grasp. he quickly went over to the bag he brought in earlier. when he turned back around he had a pink dilido, a strap, and lube in hand.

“damn princess, you really wanted to get fucked tonight.” mingi nodded in agreement; he really did want you to fuck him tonight. he handed you the strap and dilido, and you got yourself ready to fuck your pretty princess. “now princess turn around, we need to get that pretty little plug out of you now.”

mingi immediately turned around and put his hands against the wall to brace himself, just in case. you grabbed the end of the plug and pulled it out in one harsh tug. mingi yelped in pain, but shortly after he immediately whined at the sudden emptiness. “mommy please! put your dick in, i’m so empty.” he whined.

you could help but scoff. “just wait a moment you needy little slut—can’t even wait a second without whining.” you grabbed the lube, squirting a good amount onto your hand to rub onto the dildo.

“mommy please put it in me.” he whined yet again. you quickly spread the lube, getting annoyed at mingi’s whining. “mommy plea-“ mingi got cut off by his own broken moan. you finally got the dilido in him so he would shut up. you grab at his hair pulling, his head back making his back arch. mingi leats out a loud sob.

“is that better princess?” you growled into his ear while pounding your hips into his ass. he couldn’t respond. all he could do was moan, making it so everyone outside the bathroom would know what’s going on. you pull at his hair again “i asked you a question princess and i expect an answer from you.”

mingi sobbed—the pain from you pulling at his hair and pounding into his ass felt way too good. “i said answer me.”

it finally registered in mingi’s head that you wanted him to speak, so he did or at least tried to. “ohhh ye- fuckkk yesss so good mommy.”

you continued to fuck the dilido into mingi as he moved a hand down to his aching dick. you swat his hand away from his dick making him whine. “no princess you don’t get to touch yourself. you’re gonna cum only from mommy’s dick, you understand?”

mingi whined and shook his head in protest but didn’t try to touch himself again. after a few more harsh thrusts, you could hear mingi’s moans getting higher, signaling he was probably getting close. “ohh mommmyyy fuckkk so so uhhh close mommy ohhh please.”

you pull mingi’s head back again so you could whisper to him. “cum for mommy, princess.” mingi let out a loud moan, cuming all over the wall of the bathroom. you slowly came to a stop, helping him through his orgasm. you could hear his incessant breaths as he tried to steady them. you slowly pulled out of him. you took off the strap and dildo, putting it all back in the bag that mingi brought into the bathroom.

you turn around to check on mingi and he is in front of you, on his knees again. “let me help you mommy.” is all he says before he shoves himself between your legs and starts eating you like it’s the last meal he will ever have.

“ohhh god mingi.” you grab at his hair pulling him closer to your pussy. “oh fuck so good princess feels so good.” now you were being the loud one, moaning at the feeling of your boyfriend’s tongue pleasuring you. “oh god fuck mingi i’m gonna-“ before you can finish your sentence you cum all over mingi’s face.

when he pulls away he looks up smiling at you like he hadn't just eaten you out. “god mingi we need to clean your face up.” you said caressing his beautiful face.

the two of you quickly put your clothes back on and cleaned up what you could. you both walked out of the bathroom to see the others. their faces were all flushed red and when you looked down in embarrassment, you caught a few strained pants. mingi didn’t seem to be fazed at all and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and said. “i hope yall enjoyed my girlfriend fucking me we much as i did.”

you looked up at mingi in shock and hit his chest. “mingi you can’t say that.”

mingi looked down at you, “what i'm sure we just gave them all some great spank bank material.”

#ateez smut #mommy k!nk #exhibition kink #ateez #mingi #rockstar bf #mingi x y/n #ateez fanfic

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dinogoofy · 1 year ago

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I have to ask, what are your thoughts or head canons on Daddy Reiko?? 👀👀 For scientific research

Ohhh buddy, do I have some thoughtsss.

As always, NSFW unde the cut, minors do not interact!

TW! Reiko needs a tw for being himself LMAO. Dom/sub described. Brothel mentioned. Pegging mentioned.

Reiko Headcannons

SFW

At first I couldn't see this man wanting any steady relationship or situationship. He just seems like the type to hop on into a brothel and handle whatever intimacy needs he has. Also he felt like the type to see relationships as purely sexual.

But then again, have you seen how loyal this man is??? It might take him a while to settle into a relationship, but once you're his he's never letting go.

The type to complain about you being clingy and then refuse to let you get out of bed in the morning. He brags about how you can't function without him and that you're so devoted to being by his side, but really, it's the exact opposite.

He's extremely jealous and tends to scare off assholes that try to flirt with you, but once you're alone together afterwords he's just grumpy and pouty. He won't admit that he needs kisses and reassurance, but again, once you start to hold him, kiss him and tell him you're his, he relaxes and there's no escape for you.

My favorite idea of a relationship with him is where he has a really soft s/o that loves to sew and garden and bake, but is actually badass, and it makes him flustered.

NSFW

Man is rough and fast. Like seriously dude, please slow down!!

Definitely eager, but more for his own pleasure. He's not a very attentive lover, but I don't think he'd keep going if he knew he was hurting you in a bad way.

Definitely prefers receiving rather than giving, but he does crave to have his head in between your thighs sometimes.

He's definitely only down for being dominant when you first start the relationship, but honesty?? Let's say you're also a dominant person who doesn't back down easy. I think if you're really forward and blunt when it comes to the act you'd gain the upper hand by flustering him.

A grunter, but if you can break down his walls and you're on top, he tends to whine and moan very softly. It makes him embarrassed and he'll get annoyed if you point it out, but once he's lost in pleasure he lets out the sweetest noises.

Demands kisses and cuddles after the act. Will fall asleep before aftercare, so you'll have to take care of that yourself, but he does enjoy bathing with you the morning after.

Will refuse if you ask to peg him due to his toxic manliness. But secretly, he would enjoy it.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mk #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat imagines #mk x reader #mk reiko #reiko #mk reiko smut #reiko headcannons

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hyunsvngs · 11 months ago

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JUNO imagine experienced!jisung and inexperienced!reader and jisung teaches u how to fuck him

like him teaching you how to finger him, how to blow him, how to peg him, where his sensitive areas are, how to give him hickeys, how to tie him up, how to eat his ass out, etc. he’d be all patient with you and help guide you on these things, praising you along the way so your confidence builds up and because it feels hella good and he’s nutting in 2 seconds

he’s all ready and excited for the day when you get comfortable and confident with your abilities and you finally take the lead without him guiding you. his cock is already leaking at the thought of it, because he wants you to dom him so, so bad

FRIEND I'M SO IMAGINING??!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS REALLY TASTY ESPECIALLY HIM TEACHING U HOW TO EAT HIS ASS OHHH MY GOD. I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE THE PLEASURE TO DO THAT. LET ME DO IT LET ME DO IT LET ME DO IT

just imagining him being all "like this, baby, just a little more- ah, ah, there! yeah, that's it, good girl!" and he's not even trying to be dom he's just PROUD OF U :( AND THEN WHEN U GET THE CONFIDENCE TO GO FOR IT URSELF HE'S SO FLUSTERED BUT SO SO EXCITED ALL BLUSHY AND JSFDN GJKM

#juno’s asks ♡#sweet baby anon #asks: jisung

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cultherent · 2 years ago

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An Accidental Email [Ch.6]

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

TW: Toxicity, Pegging degradation not in a sex way (rude asf way)

Chapter 6:

Thursday

“Hey, Y/N. Are you doing alright? You’ve seemed pretty down the past few days.” Todoroki glanced at you, your eyebrows furrowed as your pen pressed against your lip. You both were in the recording studio, working on a project together.

You sighed, “Do you mind me getting personal?”

“Go ahead.”

“There’s this guy I’m seeing, and he’s been really distant. I’ve tried to talk with him, but he’s been ignoring me. I don’t know what to do or what to think.”

“I see,” he hummed, his finger going to his chin. “If you don’t mind me intruding… Is it Bakugo?”

Your eyes widened, “Is it that easy to tell?”

“I’ve just noticed the lack of arguing. While others would be relieved, I knew something had to be going on between the two of you.”

You sighed, moving a strand of hair out of your face. “I just don’t understand what happened. We talk about seeing each other more, but it’s been radio silence on his end. Like, what happened?”

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Last Saturday Night

“It’s nothing, Uraraka.” Katsuki closed the door behind him, not wanting the neighbors to hear the commotion. It was after midnight, and he didn’t want another noise complaint.

“Did you hurt yourself?” Uraraka stepped forward, her hand reaching for his forearm.

“No, no. I didn’t hurt myself.”

She removed her hand and folded her arms. The space between her eyebrows wrinkled, and her eyes darkened. “Did someone do that to you?”

“That’s not important right now,” he walked towards the kitchen. “Why are you here?” She invited herself over many times before, even though he told her repeatedly not to do so.

She followed behind him and tugged at his shirt, stopping him from getting closer to the kitchen. They stood underneath the door frame that separated the living room from the hallway.

“Don’t be silly, babe. I’m always here.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. He internally cringed at the pet name. He turned to continue down the hall.

“Anyways,” she continued, “I know you love me, so why don’t you trust me enough to tell me these things?”

“Ochaco, please. Let’s not do this right now; I’m tired.” There were bags under his eyes, and after getting himself annihilated by you, he just wanted to grab something to eat and knock out.

“No. Who did that to you? Do I know her?”

“No, relax,” his back still faced her.

“Am I going to have problems with someone now?”

Aggravated, he turned around as they reached the kitchen, “No. You’re not gonna have problems with my coworker-”

Time stilled. His eyes widened internally from his slip-up.

Uraraka’s head tilted to the side, “Ohhh… That’s who she is… Is she pretty?”

“Ochaco, please.”

Her head proceeded to wobble, “No, no. Is she prettier? Is she the better fuck?”

“You’re getting out of line.”

“What? You can’t tell me if she’s the better fuck?”

“No, Uraraka. Stop,” he lied through his teeth.

“Stop? Are you kidding me? I’m right here, but instead you went out and got some dirty convenient pussy.”

“Uraraka, enough!” Bakugo’s fist tightened, and he stepped back from her. “You cannot talk about her like that.”

She stepped back, her mind processing what he just said. “Oh,” her shoulders lowered. “My bad, I went too far. How about we just enjoy the dinner I prepared for us? I’ll go warm it up.” She smiled and tightened her hand that held his forearm. Her fingernails soon dug into her palms.

. . .

“I’m gonna take a shower.” Uraraka watched as Katsuki grabbed his towel and entered his own suite. Once the door shut, she waited a couple of minutes to make sure he didn’t leave anything.

When the time passed, she grabbed Katsuki’s phone, which was on the charger. She pressed the button on the side, then typed in the password she'd seen him put in many times.

She clicked on the messages app and started going down the list; she stopped when she got to your contact. Opening it, the screen was littered with sexts you both had been sending each other. She bit down on her cheek and opened a social media app. You both followed each other, and she concluded you were his work friend.

She went through his work calendar, remembering there was an event his work was having—a dinner of sorts. More of a drink, eat at high tables, dance, and talk. She didn’t care what it was about, she just wanted several words with you.

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A Week Later - Friday - Dinner Party

“Did you see that he brought someone?” Your eyes were glued on Katsuki and his plus one.

“You mean the girl in the bright red dress and matching makeup? Yes, yes, I did,” Shoto glanced.

“She had her arm wrapped around Katsuki's, and she had a big smile on.”

“Mhm.”

“My thing is, how are we going to have this whole arrangement and not tell me you have a girlfriend or are in a relationship?”

“Well, if we’re talking about the whole blackma-”

Your hand darted to Todoroki’s mouth. “Shhh!” You rolled your eyes as he chuckled.

“Let me get you a drink to calm down. I’ll be fast.”

You nodded, then looked around the room. The lobby of the building was decked out with balloons, assorted colored lights, tables, and a bar. You leaned on the table, eyeing the girl Katsuki was with. You had tried to ask him to be your date for this event, but he only avoided you. You rubbed your forehead, trying not to recount the many embarrassing moments you had been sharing.

“Don’t do that so much; it’ll stay that way.” Todoroki handed you a drink.

“Thanks, Shoto…”

“Oh, come on. Keep your head up.”

“Easy for you to say. The girls you want don’t play with you like Bakugo is doing to me.”

He chuckled, “You’re joking, right?”

One of your eyebrows relaxed, the other raised.

“You see that girl over there,” he discreetly pointed out. “Momo confessed that she liked me, but she’s been avoiding me nonstop since her confession. I’ve been trying to get with her, but none of my approaches have worked.”

The both of you ponder on your shared dwindling love life as you take sips from your glasses.

“Y’know what?” You put your drink down. “Let’s make them jealous.”

Todoroki smiles, “I like the sound of that.”

“Find me on the dance floor.” You winked as you walked over to the DJ. Not many people were dancing, but you pulled out a playlist that would send everyone running. After giving the DJ the song suggestions, he gave you a thumbs up, and you walked to the dance floor.

Shoto was there, shimmying to the music, patiently waiting for you. Once the song came on, you both put on your game faces. You grabbed your dress, which had a slit and danced with Todo. You held onto his white tux, smirking as you got closer to each other. It was a bit sultry, but not too much. Your eyes would look toward Bakugo's, and you knew he was looking.

You watched as his eyes couldn’t stay away, but his lover noticed. She turned his head with her hand and kissed him, her eyes not closed but on yours. Your eyes squinted, and you grinned. "Oh, that’s how we’re playing.”

You weren’t going to get mad at the girl. You had no idea of the preconceived relationship they had. What you did know was that you wanted to cause a bit of havoc.

Shoto glanced at you with an idea. He brought you close to his chest and placed his lips right next to your ear. Katsuki could only get angry internally, but you could see it in his shift in demeanor.

“I’ll grab Bakugo, and you grab Momo.”

“Smart idea.”

As soon as those words left your mouth, you danced towards the girl who stood before the dance floor. Her eyes longingly saw herself in the pit of beautiful bodies.

“Come on, let’s dance.”

You grabbed her hands, and she didn’t hesitate. You pulled her in and spun her around. Conveniently, you pressed your back against Todoroki and switched partners. Your hands were gripped by Bakugo's, which were slightly clammy. You moved around, following the beat of the music. He was tense at first, but he found the rhythm with you.

“Loosen up, Katsu. It’s only me.”

He chose to stay silent, and you accepted that. You were happy that he was this close to you after all the separation.

Your bodies grew closer, and the temperature increased. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Your mouth was slowly opening until the music cut out. Bakugo smiled, nodded his head, and then let go of your hands. You watched as he walked away.

Seeing Shoto dancing with the woman he liked, you went to find an empty table after getting a drink. Placing your arms on the surface, you took out your phone and bobbed to the music.

“Oh hey!” You peered up from your phone, your vision engulfed by Bakugo’s plus one. You turned off your device and gave her your attention. “You’re Y/N, right? Bakugo has told me so much about you!” She smiled.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes. I saw you were a little busy, but I wanted to talk to you, Y/N.”

“Uraraka, what are you doing?” Katsuki walked into view, internally filled with dread.

“Oh nothing, sweetie. Just having a chat. Go get some drinks or food. I’ll be with you soon.” Katsuki’s lips quivered slightly, but he turned and walked away. “Boys, y’know how they get.”

Your stature shifted, and you relaxed more while the girl stood straight, “Sorry. Do I know you?”

“Oh, no! But you will,” her smile remained. “I’m Katsuki’s girlfriend.”

There was something about her. You expected wrath to come from her. You exhaled from your nose, disguised like you were breathing, “Weird, ‘cause he’s never mentioned you.” You took a sip from your drink.

“That’s because I told him I wanted our relationship to be private. He listens so well.”

“Bless your heart,” you muttered.

“I like your outfit, by the way.”

“Same to you.”

“Thank you. Mine is designer!”

“Really?” You could tell from the seams of the dress that it was a lie. “Mine is thrifted.”

“Yeah… I can tell. It suits you, though.” Your eyes widened, and you chuckled internally. You knew how she was going to play this petty game, and you knew how to combat it. “Personally, I could never let that touch me. But that’s just because I like better things on me.”

You took another sip of your drink.

“Can I be honest? Real girl talk?”

“Go ahead, sweetie,” you copied her from before. You watched her facade crack a little.

“I saw the little gift you left on Bakugo’s neck, and as his girlfriend, I don’t really appreciate that. I think you need to give him space and respect our relationship.”

Your eyes go from this Uraraka girl to Todoroki, who passed by and greeted you both.

“Oh… Oh. I get it, him too?”

You chuckled, remaining silent, and took another swig, purposely dragging it out.

“Damn, you’re good. I totally respect that. I could never; I respect myself too much. I guess it's that easy for you. You’ve got to spill; how many more office bodies have you caught?”

Your mannerisms stayed the same. It made her irritated.

“Not telling? I get it. After that many, I wouldn’t say either.” Her face stayed as innocent as before, and her lips curled as if she hadn’t said the most darndest thing.

Ready to break your silence, “Listen-”

“Anyways! He’s been coming home rather stressed recently. I’m starting to see why…” She looked you up and down, smirking.

“Pfft, I’m looking at the real reason right now. Thinking I’m the reason he’s stressed is so far off, I’m not surprised you didn’t understand.” What you said caught her off guard, so you leaned forward. “Love, he’s less stressed moaning my name and saying how much he loves my strap in his ass. That’s how he’s able to come home to you in the first place.”

You walked to the side of her, your hand patting her shoulder. “Not that you’d know what I’m talking about.” You walked away, not hearing a single word come out of her mouth.

You made a B-line to the bathroom, but before you entered, your arm was grabbed, and you turned to find it was Katsuki. “What the fuck do you want?” Your eyebrows furrowed, and you so badly wanted to push the bathroom door open.

“What happened between the two of you?” His expression was scared and timid.

“Why does it matter? You should’ve told me you were in a relationship. I want nothing to do with you.” You pushed the bathroom door open, only for him to follow you inside. It was a one-person bathroom, and you stood with your arms folded.

“Firstly, I’m sorry for whatever she said to you. And secondly, we are far from an exclusive relationship.”

Your weight shifted between your legs, and your head tilted. You were interested in what he had to say.

The blonde sighed and sat on the closed toilet, “We’re just fuck buddies. We’ve discussed before that we can see other people, but I don’t know what happened. She got obsessive, started calling me pet names, and whenever I asked about her other partners the way she responded shifted.”

“You don’t have to air out all her drama. But, you’re telling me that you’re just seeing each other? No girlfriend-boyfriend situation? Exclusive?”

“We are just seeing each other.”

“And what about you ignoring me for the past few weeks?”

“I’m really sorry about that. She’s been coming to my apartment every night. I didn’t want anything to happen to invoke a response.”

You took a deep breath in and placed your hand on the bathroom door. “Katsu, please get your shit together with this girl. I can see something happening between us, but I’m not dealing with some toxic bitch.” Before walking out, “Have a good night.”

. . .

Taking his shoes off, Bakugo could not shake off the uneasiness he felt about the looming Ochaco. He watched as she disappeared to the bathroom and returned in normal attire. Her face didn’t help either; on it only laid a smile, and he knew that didn’t mean anything good.

“Bakugo. Let’s have a talk.”

“What do you want to talk about?”

She stared at him, her smile dropping. “What the fuck have you been doing with that girl.”

“Ochaco, we’ve discussed that we’re in an open relationship. Whatever I’ve done with Y/N shouldn’t matter to you.”

“Are you gay now or something?”

“Excuse me?”

“No, be honest with me. That has to be the only reason you like her. Because you get fucked in the ass like a gay man.”

“Uraraka, what the actual fuck is wrong with you!?”

“Y’know what. You’re a dirty fucking man whore who can’t get hard when he sees a sexy girl in front of him.” Her eyebrows furrowed, and her arms folded. “I’ve tried to sleep with you countless times. Every time, you couldn’t get it up. Just because you want to be fucked in the ass? You’re sick. Disgusting.”

“You’re far from holy either, Uraraka. Spreading your legs for the whole block, but for some reason being obsessed with me? Be fucking real. Tell your pastor who’s the real whore, you fake Christian bastard.” Katsuki walked to the bathroom and grabbed her things. He threw her clothes out the door and held it open, “Get the fuck out of my apartment.”

Ochaco’s mouth gaped open, not realizing how badly she had messed things up. Her eyes began to water, snot soon coming after, “I’m sorry, Baku, I didn’t mean it. It was an outburst. You know how I get. Please forgive me. I know you love me.”

“The only person that loves you is yourself.” He went into her pocket and grabbed the key that he’d been meaning to get back from her. “Never come back.”

The room was filled with the slamming of the door and then silence. Katsuki walked to his room, which was far away from his apartment door entrance. He curled himself into a ball and started crying. No one had ever made him feel bad about his sexual preferences. Even though his liking for her was fading, he still thought of her as a friend. They had known each other for so long, and for those words to come out of her mouth, it ruined him a little.

. . .

“Oh my God, Katsu, are you crying?”

“Can I come over?”

“Of course.”

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joohanisms · 1 year ago

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Do you have any headcanons for pegging Jun han. I want him so bad 😵‍💫

OHHH BOIIII . DO I . DO I HAVE PEGGING JUN HCS.

edit: sooo this nearly turned out to be an oneshot. hope you like it either way <3 (i Loved writing it, thanks for the request!!)

junhan + pegging thoughts 💭💫

cw: smut, fluff kinda?, pegging duh, usage of "good boy", strap-on (+ mention of other toys), first time bottoming, the slightest bit of crying (/pos), a single hickey,

wc: 2,7k

minors dni

so. he suggested it first

after he came across some confirmations that both of you would enjoy it. two of those being:

the time he was shuffling through your ~toy box~ for a vibrator and happened to find a strap on. he immediately turned scarlet, making you worry for a second

"baby, are you okay? do you want to stop?"

"no, i just... uh, you have a strap on?" he lifted the harness out of the box, his statement sounding more like a question.

"oh yeah :-) can you please get the purple vibrator though? we don't have all day >:-("

he very soon forgot about it, until the time your fingers went too low during a blowjob and he nearly jumped out of his skin (and came) at the same time.

"you okay?" "yeah, it's just. um. you're nearly in my ass?"

you furrow your brow, letting his cock rest against your cheek, "do you not like it? i'm sorry, i got kinda carried aw–"

"no, i mean, it's not that, i– i'm only surprised, i guess?" his quick hands on your face and his rushed reasoning makes you smirk. "what, never had anyone near it?" his cock twitches when he feels you stroking his perineum lightly, and you file the information somewhere in your brain. hyeongjun's face and neck are so red you decide to take pity on him, "i'm just joking, babe. do you want me to go back to sucking you off? no ass stuff, i swear." he chuckles, mumbling a yeah, and feeds his cock back into your mouth.

after those moments, he finds himself thinking way too much about it. the feeling of your fingertips on him, the harness stashed away in your bedroom, the dildos he knows you have, the time he got drunk with his friends and had to suffer through jooyeon's retelling of how he got fucked in the ass and how good it felt... the list goes on

but he never really mentioned it to you

so when you're watching tv on your couch and suddenly you have a lapful of your lanky boyfriend, burying his face in your neck and going "can i ask you something?" you're very surprised, to say the least

"what's up, jun?" you wrap your arms around him, softly running your fingers up and down his back. he takes a deep breath, and you can feel as much as hear his words against your neck: "would you peg me?"

the butterflies in your tummy turned into full on birds. you have a whole ass pigeon in your stomach

"is– is that something you'd like?" you stutter a bit, your head going haywire.

"if i didn't, i wouldn't be asking." his shoulders shook lightly as he laughed. "would you do it, though?"

you catch yourself a second before saying "duh??? ofc", and tells him a much more appropriate "of course, baby. whenever you want."

you run your hand through his dark hair, and he relaxes completely against you.

"mhm," he gets comfortable on your lap, "not today though. gathering up the courage to ask you made me tired. nap?"

and so the subject dies down for a while. until you're both shirtless on your bed, letting him kiss you silly.

"baby," hyeongjun starts, fiddling with the buttons on your pants, "do you want to fuck me in the ass?"

??? DUH

"are you sure? i don't want to pressure you." you whisper, holding his face in your hands lovingly.

"i wouldn't have asked if i wasn't," he smiles softly, and you melt.

he definitely notices how eager you are, if the way you immediately get off the bed to fetch the ~supplies~

the harness and a half empty bottle of lube are thrown into the bed. hyeongjun's cheeks are flaming red.

"uh, you wanna choose the dildo? i have a few," you look down at the box in your hands, trying to figure out which one he'd like more.

"oh. uhh. the smallest?" he nearly regrets asking for this whole thing fr

and so, a sparkly pastel pink dildo joins the harness.

you climb back on the bed, straddling him

his hands are creeping towards your bra when you very helpfully ask, "are you clean?"

he chokes on air poor thing

"of course i am! who do you take me for??" he reaches for your discarded shirt and throws it in your face out of sheer embarassment.

he didn't browse half of wikihow for nothing ffs

"i'm just making sure!" you put your hands up in defeat, not being able to supress a chuckle at his frustration.

"stop embarassing me and start fucking me, for the love of god!" he pouts, knees towards his chest and his face in his hands :-(

you have half a mind to tease him with a "not into humiliation, then?" but you take pity on his poor soul

"i'm sorry, baby." you kiss the back of his hands, in hopes that he'll stop hiding. "one last question, though."

he peeks at you behind his long fingers, "fine. what."

"are you going to be a good boy for me?"

now, you can hear him whimper.

you straddle him, gently pulling his hands away from his pretty face. "you like that? you'll be my good boy?"

he nods, and the room feels stifling with warmth again. you can't help but kiss him hungrily, running your hands across his naked shoulders.

by the time you pull apart, you've taken off his pants, leaving him in his boxers while you've only lost the shirt. it gives you a power rush, being almost fully dressed, on top of him, and knowing what comes next.

hyeongjun looks delectable. the rosy hue of his cheeks, the small pants coming from his kiss-bitten mouth, the expanse of warm skin... all for you to touch, all for you to love.

you settle your hands on his narrow hips, squeezing lightly. "can i take those off?"

he nods, following with a "yes, please". so polite.

and so, he's completely naked, hard and leaking against his tummy. you want nothing more than to wrap your mouth around his cock – and so you do.

his hands fly to your hair, trying to ground himself as you suckle on the head, tasting his precum. he whines when you sink a little further, letting his weight rest on your tongue and holding his cock firmly by the base. sneaky, your other thumb finds its way to his perineum, not too different from the first time you accidentally put the thought of ass play in his head.

he starts to shake slightly, and you know you have to get this show on the road before he cums down your throat. you let him go with a pop, gently caressing the top of thighs,

"get on your hands and knees for me?"

he mumbles a "yeah", and you leave him to get comfortable while you look for the lube in the crumpled sheets.

he's SUCH a good boy omg.

you turn to him and he's propped up on his elbows, watching you. he smiles softly when you catch him, adverting his gaze.

you squeeze some lube on your fingers, trying to warm it up a bit. your other hand glides along his spine in a comforting motion. "can i start?"

"please."

he shudders when you press a finger to his rim. the moment your fingertip enters him, you're rewarded with a whimper. you pet his thighs in an attempt to soothe him – you know he needs to adjust to the intrusion, so you let him do so, pressing kisses to his back.

it doesn't take too long before he starts getting antsy, trying to push himself back on your finger. you move, and his head hangs.

he's panting, and soon he very softly says, "add another, p- please?"

who are you to deny him?

after properly letting him adjust to the two fingers in his hole, you begin moving around, looking for the spot that will hopefully make him see stars. when you realize, his face is stuffed into the pillows, muffling his whimpers. his legs are shaking, barely holding him up, and his walls are clenching down on your fingers.

you consider adding a third finger – just to be safe – but hyeongjun said he wanted a fuck, and the dildo chosen is not very big; it's very begginer-level. he's stretched enough.

you slowly pull out, draping your body over him to kiss the back of his neck. he whines, but you're quick to turn his face towards you and kiss him deeply, swallowing his complaints.

your jeans are grazing the back of his legs, and he suddenly realizes just how vulnerable he is – naked, ass up, lube running down the inside of his thighs... god, he wants to hide.

he buries his face back on the pillows, and you can't help but worry a little.

"jun? are you okay, baby? do you need anything?" you climb off of him, laying by his side.

he's quick to mumble an unconvincing "i'm okay," finally stretching his knees to rest his stomach on the mattress. he startles a little as his cock comes in contact with the bed. "c-can i... uh, can you..."

you touch his cheek, urging him to stop hiding his pretty face. he turns to you, gives you an once over and settles your heart:

"can you take off your pants?"

you have to chuckle. you were so scared you did something wrong, while he just feels a little too naked. "of course, baby."

while you shimmy out of your jeans, he turns to lay on his back, looking intently at the harness thrown to the side.

laying down beside him again, you peck him on the lips, once, twice, and looks at him adoringly. "do you want to go on? we don't have to if you don't."

he pulls you onto his hips, straddling him once again, and smiles.

"i do. i want it."

mirroring his smile, you brush away the sweaty strands of hair on his forehead. "how do you want it? i'll do whatever you want, just ask."

"can we stay like this?" his cheeks color red, his hands softly coming to rest on your shoulders.

"of course. anything else?" you lean in, nuzzling his neck. he smells like faint cologne, sweat, and what you can only classify as him.

"take off your bra?" he giggles, sneaking his hands under the straps.

laughing along, you kiss him again, guiding him to the clasp.

once your titties are freed – and hyeongjun had not only traced his mouth over them but also given you a hickey on the top of your right boob – he sneaks another glance to the harness and dildo.

you catch the hint, and puts both on, his eyes never leaving you. when you're finally ready, lube in hand after slicking up the dildo, he's bright red again. you decide against playfully asking him if he likes the view; the way his eyes are shining and looking at you with utter adoration are enough of an answer.

"ready?" you ask, holding his legs by the knees, (much like he does with you <3)

"yes."

you lightly press the tip of the silicone against his rim, and squirts some more lube directly on his hole. no such thing as being too safe, i guess. plus the legitimate squeal he let escape his lips at the cold substance hitting his skin was pretty much a reward.

you push into him very slowly, not wanting to rush and hurt him. you thank the gods for the chosen missionary position, as you can see every shift in his expression.

his brows are furrowed, his mouth is open, his hands are on your shoulders, his hair is a mess of dark, sweaty strands and his eyes are closed shut.

once you bottom out, he already looks fucked out.

you cup his face, "good?" he nods, not trusting his voice.

quite an useless thought, since as you've barely finished uttering the words "tell me when to move," he's already squeaking out a "move, please."

and so you do

you start thrusting in a decent pace – not too fast to hurt him, not too slow to make him go insane – and soon you're punching little moans out of him.

his hands splay across your shoulder blades, nearly covering those with the delicious size of them. he wants to pull you closer, you can tell by the way he's almost making puppy eyes at you.

keeping the pace, you bend his legs towards his chest. the angle changes, and by the looks of it, you're hitting his prostate dead-on. his head is thrown back, before you release one of his knees to tangle your fingers in the back of his head, pulling him into a kiss that's more him panting in your mouth and you swallowing every sound he makes. his leg is in the position you left it in and you don't have enough free braincells – they're mostly going insane about how hot the whole situation is – to keep a brain-to-mouth filter, so you can't stop the "good boy" that's being whispered against his lips.

he whimpers.

his hands are no longer on your back; his left hand grasps the leg you released to keep it in position, and the right desperately snatches the hand still on his other knee, intertwining your fingers.

you pin your joined hands to the mattress beside his head. at this point, your thrusts have become faster, and hyeongjun's mouth can't produce any words except for the ocasional trembly "baby" and "please".

he looks close to cumming – hell, he's BEEN looking close to cumming.

you squeeze his hand, your other hand leaving his hair to jerk him off in the fastest pace you can, and delivers what's apparently the killing blow:

"my good boy, my hyeongjunie, my baby."

his back arches, his lips open in a sob and he's covering your hand in white.

you bury your face in his neck the best you can, helping him ride out his orgasm by slowing your hands and hips.

by the time he's calmed down and his hand is clutching your wrist to stop in overstimulation, you lift your head and see little tear tracks glistening on his skin.

you pull out, immediately kissing him deeply while he clings to you the best he can with his tired limbs.

you carefully wipe the wetness around his eyes with your clean hand, and he's looking at you like god sent you himself.

"was it good?" you whisper, cupping his cheek and already knowing the answer.

he only chuckles breathlessly, nodding with conviction.

you peck his lips again, detangling yourself from him, "i'm going to get something to clean you up with. i'll be right back, don't move."

you come back somewhat clean, with a damp towel and a bottle of water, to see hyeongjun in the exact same position you left him in

after wiping the lube and the sweat + making him drink some water + fetching him some boxers (as per his request) + assessing the state of your sheets, you finally lie down to cuddle.

your limbs are tangled, his face is pressed to your chest, and you're talking in hushed tones.

"was it actually good though? nothing bothered you?"

"it was perfect. i'd have no one else take my ass virginity."

"you're stupid, you know that?"

"mhm, but you said i was a good boy, so..."

"that was a great discovery by the way. next time, we're getting you a tail plug."

"a what?"

+ bonus:

"a tail plug, you know. to go with the good boy kink."

"baby, please shut the fuck up." he laughs, shifting in the mess of limbs. he slots his leg between yours, and has a terrible insight. "you didn't cum."

you pet his hair, pressing your lips to his forehead, "it's fine. today was about you and what you call your 'ass virginity'."

"no. i'm not leaving you hanging." he hooks his fingers on your underwear, "sit on my face, come on."

"baby, i'm okay, i swear. you don't have to–"

"you're so wet i can feel it on my leg. who do you take me for?"

#xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes smut #xdh imagines #xdinary heroes imagine #xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes hard hours #xdinary heroes fanfic #xdh hard hours #xdh smut #xdh x reader #xdh scenarios #junhan x reader #jun han x reader #my fics

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tastybluesprite · 2 years ago

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LMK TICKLE HEADCANONS!!!!

Ok I started this a couple days ago but now it’s time I posted it. I only did a few characters but maybe I’ll do a part 2 with more heh

- Most Ticklish guy ever to exist fr

- Like he’s insanely so

- Mei loves torturing him lol

- She knows ever one of his weak spots and it drives him crazy

- I don’t think he’d be embarrassed about it but if I pair this along with my headcanon that he has adhd and can get overstimulated too quickly, I’d say he can’t handle it for too long

- His worst spots are his feet, underarms, and sides

- But his death spot is probably his belly

- He can’t handle any touch there like it’s too sensitive lmao

- His laugh his loud and bubbly and is endearing to majority of people who hear it

- He’s honestly a ler also

- Not as much as most people he knows though

- He won’t admit it but he’s never won a tickle fight before (ESPECIALLY with Mei)

- He doesn’t really tease the person he tickles so much as he more complements the person he tickles

- “Awww your laugh is so cute!!!”

- “Wow how’d you get your skin to be this soft?”

- (He actually learned this form of teasing from Wukong lolll)

Mei

- I honestly don’t think she’s that ticklish tbh

- Like she’ll giggle and stuff if you tickle all the normal places one would be ticklish, but besides that not much

- It KILLS MK that he can’t get her back easily

- Buuuttt she does have one death spot

- *cough* Her feet *cough cough*

- Get her feet and she’s thrashing and begging for mercy

- But she LOVES tickling MK

- She thinks his laugh is so adorable and just constantly enjoys hearing it

- She’s a RUTHLESS ler

- An absolute menace

- She can dominate almost anybody in a tickle fight

- Part of what makes her so dangerous is that she can take mental note of each persons reactions so she can easily figure out all their weak spots and death spots

- She loves to use baby talk for teased

- It’s so damn flustering lmao

Sun Wukong (Monkie King)

- I hate this loser so much /affectionate

- As much as he loves tickling people (being the trickster he is who loves making people laugh), he is actually super ticklish himself

- Also do y’all remember him having stage fright (which had me laughing my ass off lmao it was so funny), because him being ticklish would make him even more adorable

- His stomach, ribs, and thighs are pretty bad spots, but get his armpits and he’s literally dead

- He’ll probably do almost anything you say lmaoooo he’s so ticklish there

- When MK found out he had a field day

- I mean, THE Monkie King, all powerful god and deity… is ticklish?

- He made MK swear not to tell anyone (wouldn’t want to ruin his rep after all) but of course MK told Mei

- Also if his laugh gets loud enough he’ll snort

- Which is another thing he’d also rather die than admit

- Funnily enough he isn’t that embarrassed about being ticklish

- He understands that’s just the way body’s work and sees it more as a instinctive defense mechanism to protect yourself

- But he’d rather die than admit he likes it lmfaoooo

- He’s he’s a ruthless ler also

- He likes to tease by stating the obvious of the matter

- “Ohhh I’m sorry does this tickle?”

- “Bud I can’t hear you over all that laugher it’s too loud!”

- It’s honestly scary

- But he is a trickster so what would you expect lolll

Macaque

- Just like Sun Wukong, he’s also ticklish

- I like to think he’s equally as ticklish, and has similar tickle spots to Wukong

- Though he has a death spot on his ribs

- Digging in there will have him hysterically cackling

- Unlike Wukong, who doesn’t actually mind being ticklish, Macaque would honestly rather die than admit it

- Wukong loves to torture him

- When they get into fights that become physical, Wukong will use tickling to take him down

- Sometimes when he’s being a little shit, Wukong uses tickling also to bring him down a few pegs

- I love the idea that he’d be very much incapable of saying the “t word”

- He absolutely cannot and it’s hilarious

- Even hearing it is flustering and embarrassing

- Sometimes Wukong will tease him by randomly saying it (such as “that has me tickled pink!” that sort of thing)

- He HATES it lmao

- Wukong is the worst teaser and tickler for him but it’s only because he knows him best

- He knows just what to do and say to torture him and take him down

- Someone help him lol /j

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tobiasdrake · 10 months ago

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Now that we have our new party member, it's time for another story time with Teaks.

This is the big one.

Okay what the fuck is this and why did my Captain's Quarters get wasted on it.

I would have been more than happy to let Hortence have the Captain's Quarters since she's been here the longest and has the most claim to this ship, crime notwithstanding.

I could deal with the fictional Captain Cliche having the Captain's Quarters despite Serai not even bothering to use that guise while she's here, thus resulting in an empty bedchamber.

But why does the new blood get it? I don't care if you're basically God, you fucking work your way up the ladder like the rest of us! >_< I'm so furious right now.

And yet you gave him the Captain's Quarters.

I mean. Okay, in fairness, Teaks did that. I don't know why she has the authority to do that, though.

No. I want to throttle you with my bare hands.

However, much like Garl, it is impossible for me to physically be angry with you for any length of time. So I just have all of this aggression and nowhere to put it. I just... I JUST FUCKING....

._. Will you please make me a sandwich I can drown my fury in, thank you very much.

Yes, the usual.

*sigh* Okay, Teaks. Now I want to hear a story. It's finally time to find out exactly who the Archivist/TIA and the Fleshmancer are.

Huh. I figured TIA was some kind of ungodly horror beneath those robes, but apparently he's just zombie-faced. Mm, I feel bad about telling him to go take a shower now. It would not help.

You guys should sit down and chat with Roro. She owns it. Has a whole undead style of her own.

Hold up, he's jealous of our ephemerality? He hates us 'cause we die? That's it? It's not, like, he hates us 'cause we're pretty or he longs to taste good food and not have to dress in rags or something? He's just pissy because he wants to be able to die too?

My dude, you don't have to unleash apocalyptic horrors upon mankind in order to fulfill that desire. If all you want is to be ephemeral, come hang out with me and Zale and we'll work on that. I'd be more than happy to experiment.

Ohhh, I get it. He doesn't have a heart anymore 'cause he used it for his experiments.

He's Disney evil.

You know, I thought you were going to tell me that Resh'an was responsible for Solstice magic but apparently it's just. Like. A thing that happened to also exist, and that trumps the Fleshmancer's stuff... because?

I may have to reassess my comprehension of the Fleshmancer and TIA. The Archivist's opening explanation of the lore made me think these guys were, like... primeval forces of good and evil or something, wreaking vast influence across some enormous multiverse.

Like. I figured they had terrestrial origins in some world somewhere. They had the vibe of ancient wizards who came from meager origins and ascended into godhood. In that regard, I suppose I had them pegged right.

But that seemed like a "Long time ago in a universe far, far away" type of origin, where they've been these ancient supreme beings of good and evil ever since. But Teaks is making this sound a lot more local.

They're just two more guys who accidentallied themselves into a horrifying curse. TIA has nothing to do with the source of Solstice magic. He doesn't even know what it is, really; Just that whatever we are, it sure does kick the shit out of whatever Aephorul's become.

He didn't create us; He found us and went "HOLY FUCK That's powerful! Let's use it!"

I've been shittalking him out of irreverence but. Like. Now, I think that we might be higher on the Hierarchy of WTF than TIA and the Fleshmancer are. Even if TIA is still, admittedly, higher on the Hierarchy of Knowing What The Fuck You're On About.

So if he founded the Solstice Warriors, does that mean TIA is the Great Eagle? Is he the guy I need to beat the shit out of for the unsettling horror of Mooncradle?

Because I can't do it until he tells us how to get onto Mesa Island. But I do want my Captain's Quarters back....

Or a longer window of Whenever We Goddamn Want if you have this fancy amulet. Which was just sitting abandoned in an ice block for how many decades/centuries?

Hey Resh'an? I don't want to tell you how to be the Immortal Alchemist but if you were that concerned with Solstice Warriors defeating Dwellers and you knew where this thing was all along, uh... what the hell, man?

When exactly did we lose track of this thing? Because absolutely none of the ancient Solstice lore I learned from Moraine suggests that it even exists somewhere to be found. We've been using these fancy time runes for day/night manipulation on a small scale while biding our time to strike at Dwellers on eclipse nights. Meanwhile our founder has had coordinates for Pocket Eclipse in his back pocket this whole time. I'm kind of angry about that.

Yeah, that's part of what had me thinking this was some kind of multiversal conflict. Obviously World Eaters must have, like... eaten some worlds in order to be a known thing, right? I assume we know about them from Resh'an; If he was our founder then our lore would be passed down from him. Though he didn't see fit to tell us about Pocket Eclipse so who knows?

Or maybe he did, and Moraine just didn't bother to tell me because I was kind of a shitty student.

Or maybe Moraine did tell me and I just wasn't paying attention. I was kind of a shitty student.

Hm.

In any case, to be known as World Eaters, one imagines they've eaten some worlds. And that this isn't one that they've eaten yet. So these guys can't be a purely terrestrial phenomenon, right?

Oh, so it's both. They are a terrestrial phenomenon but Resh'an created a multiverse through a grandiose gesture of magic.

That's...

That's kind of promising? Like. Metaphysically, that could mean that if circumstances conspire in such a way that we kill Aephorul in any one timeline or reality, fucker will be dead in all timelines and realities because there's only one of him.

This isn't an independent multiverse that Aephorul's invading and attacking. It's a multiverse of attempts to resist Aephorul. We only have to win once. Statistics are on our side.

Even if there's only 1 in 1000 chance of someone defeating Aephorul, if you roll 10,000 dice....

That's why he let us into his library even though we are clearly not the Chosen Ones. It's what he was trying to figure out at the start. We're a dice toss. ^_^

But that's also why he's being so KEEP ME OUT OF IT with regard to Aephorul. Because the same logic applies to him. Aephorul only has to kill him once. In a cosmic sense, we're all expendable compared to him, because there's millions of other versions of us. He can always go back to the drawing board and try something else. Maybe a different version of us, or maybe someone else who might actually be the Chosen Ones. But if anything happens to him, that's game over.

This makes way more sense when Teaks explains it than when TIA tried to. Probably because she's giving me the full story while he's a cryptic bastard. Resh'an is stuck navigating causality to try and find a chain of events that will lead to success against the impossible.

If the dude's so pissy about not being ephemeral, you'd think the sameyness of those realities might bother him a little. Wouldn't you eventually get bored conquering the same world over and over and over again?

These two are playing very different video games.

And that's what Resh'an was on about when he was like, "You don't understand; If Aephorul finds out that I'm here, he'll return."

It's not because he's hiding out from Aephorul. It's because he's violating the terms of the agreement. Resh'an is cheating right now, in a way that would give Aephorul tacit permission to do the same if caught.

Teaks, from now on, can we make this a rule? Can people tell you the lore dumps and then you can explain them to me? You're so good at this.

So now I'm starting to get more of an understanding of what Guardian Gods are too. Like, we knew it was the evolution of Solstice Warriors into some kind of deity. But, specifically, it's our counterpart to World Eaters; Guardian Gods because the pair become a force of Solstice magic that Aephorul can't pierce, on account of our magic being higher on the Hierarchy of WTF.

Uh, probably when he wins, I would say. No sense in doing it while Aephorul's still out there, right?

I adore you, Teaks, but sometimes you ask dumb questions.

#sea of stars #drake plays sea of stars

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lvsifer · 1 year ago

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For the latest character ask game:

8, 12 (something I don't know yet if there is), 14 and 17 for Mairon/Sauron because I'm a predictable person

1, 5 and 9 for Feanor

3, 21 and 25 for Kylo Ren

Omg mein Feini these are SO much, I am jumping from wall to wall. <3

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

I am not a fan when he is written with Melkor as an abusive ship. To each their own, but that is not at all how I see them.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Okay, the only one I might not have told you yet is, that in a real-world AU, he'd be French. Might have been the Lestat influence on me. But. SEE THE VISION. Also, look, to finally settle our horse dicourse: what about him riding on a cool skeleton horse like in that one painting we both reblogged?

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

High femme goth in-universe. Real world AU, I'd put him in a lot of gold and pearls and furs. In-universe getting more and more goth as Necromancer/Sauron. More plain as Annatar (Shadow of Morder my beloved), and Slut (tm) when he is Ar Pharazon's slave.

17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

I don't think there is one I can think of right now. I am either insanely horny about ships with him or shove them aside in complete disgust. Polarising guy.

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

HAHAHAHHAHAHHA. This bastard needs to be smacked against the wall like a mosquito. Love him for his hot unbearable cuntiness and the war crimes, hate him for the same reason. Needs to be pegged.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Had to think on this, but Hozier - Eat Your Young.

Esp this bit:

Pull up the ladder when the flood comes Throw enough rope until the legs have swung Seven new ways that you can eat your young Come and get some Skinning the children for a war drum

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

Would kill him on sight.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

What the movies have done to him after Force Awakens. The whole redemption bit was just...so bad.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

Ohhh, I love how immediate he feels as a character and how unrefined he is. This rawness mixed with his absolutely pathetic desire to be wanted by those who despise him (Hux, or imo Vader of he were still life. Have written fic about this.)

Nothing in particular that I don't like!

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Man it's been a while. I think I first saw fanart of him on my dash shortly after TFA came out and thought "who is this cool brooding goth"? Now I have written so much about him, probably some of the most I have ever written for a character (did not expect that tbh) and have a million head canons for him. He's my horrible son. <3

#fraeuleinfriedhof #character ask game #<3 #thank you for all these asks mein Feiniheini!!!!!

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majorbaby · 1 year ago

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E for Goodbye Farewell and Amen to that, I, K, U

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

ohhh, i'm so glad you asked! i put a sequel hook in Goodbye, Farewell and Amen to that when Oliver tells Trapper and Hawkeye they should visit him when they're discharged. current draft is just a bulleted list of every cringe threesome position I've mined from porn that I want to put HawkTrapOllie in lol. the actual plan is for things between HawkTrap to be a little awkward as they roadtrip to Oliver's, and then Oliver is kinda 'hmm' when he sees that they're out of step with one another. I'd originally planned for a TrapHawk ending but it I've been mulling over a TrapOllie endgame.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

unrequited love with no happy ending. for some reason, i especially enjoy it if there's a love triangle and the person i'm rooting for is the one that loses. idk. this is like anti-shipping, and i have no idea why i was so obsessed with it for years, but i've sought it out even as a kid. honestly, the fics were comically bad and that's part of what i liked about them, so i eventually weaned myself off. i really mean it when i say 'guilty' pleasure lol, i might write it, but i wouldn't publish.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

i'd really like to write a multichapter post-war 4077th reunion But it Sucks. old wounds in the wartime relationships are opened, and new wounds are made in the relationships that predate the war.

BJ, Hawkeye and Peg are in a messy love triangle, Trapper and Hawkeye are out of step, Klinger doesn't realize until he sees Potter how resentful he is of him, Charles doesn't show, Margaret and Hawkeye try to hook up in a desperate bid for familiarity but oops they're not actually attracted to each other. Lots of drinking, dysfunction and hurt feelings, a terrible time for everyone involved.

U: A pairing you might like to write for, but haven’t tried yet.

on the fence about Klinger/Trapper.... they're real, but i'm not sure yet if I want to write them.

#thanks marley! <3 #wip stuff #replies

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bradshawsbitch · 2 years ago

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🥺 That was so nice of you to say, you're so sweet and nice and iwbshdjsonenfjiejr

Also do you think that rooster/jake/bob would get a tattoo (or more) of something special to them and the reader?

Also also unholy thot #2: if the space in the cockpit were bigger would any of the tgm squad do the deed there with their special someone 👀

ALSO this is an unrelated q but if you were part of the dagger squad what would your callsign be? In my head my character (i prefer making chars that can fit into scenarios vs imagining myself) would have either 'Duchess' or 'Vixen'

Ily pls don't feel obligated to answer ALL of these 'alsos' if you don't feel like it ❤️

oof!! you’re sweet too to send me some thoughts! and I really am glad to hear you’re feeling better. If you ever need to vent, my inbox is open!💞

I actually feel like Bob might get a matching tattoo? I have some friend tattoos, I have one of the moon, like so many other people, but I really like the sentiment of it being a source of light in the darkness - so maybe Bob and his significant other would get that together? Ugh, now I’m soft thinking about Bob looking all bashful and proud every time he sees his tattoo. He’d look at it and think of his so when he’s deployed🥹🥹 I feel like Rooster might show love a different way, and I don’t peg Jake as a tattoo kind of guy? (He doesn’t wanna mess up the canvas too bad) but please share your thoughts!! What kind of tattoo do you think Jake/Rooster would get?🥰

Akansksk I mean, I feel like Jake would be tempted but also I think they’re all too much of good boys to fuck with such expensive equipment. On commercial flights however… it’s fair game. Jake would 100% try to convince you to let him do a quickie in the galley (literally out in the open, like the kitchen area🤦🏻‍♀️) when the FA’s are on break. Rooster would want to join the mile high in the bathroom for sure.

Ohhh those are both really cool!! I understand that. Sometimes I really just read and think up a character myself. And my initial reaction is, as always, to be funny - so my first thought of my call sign was “Dumbass” but on a more serious note I’d love something cool, when in all reality I’d probably end up with something akin to Fanboy (because I’m such a nerd). I did write a blurb with a character called Dove which I liked. What call sign would you give me? (You’re allowed to say dumbass😉)

#maybe fox? or I’d just go like bob and be Alex #now I’ll be thinking about this for the rest of the day #ITS HARD #thanks again for the fun ask!!!!#lovely nonny

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blueberrypossum · 3 years ago

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A Date Down Under (GN Reader x Leo)

OH MY GOSH IT’S BEEN FOREVER SINCE I’VE POSTED!!

If you guys are wondering where I’ve been I write more on A03 with two original fanfics in the making! But, my tumblr account deserves some love too! This fanfic has been siting in my file for a long while and I originally wanted to post it when I was deep in the ROTTMNT fandom (still love it and miss it man). So, I decided to take out my oc in it and make it a reader fanfic so everyone can enjoy! @bootyyy-shaker9000 I know how much you love Leo so have some of the wonderful boy in blue!!

When Leo asked you if you wanted to celebrate your Friend Anniversary in the Lost City, you couldn’t refuse.

The feelings for the turtle though were getting tougher and tougher to maintain. Leo was always the flirt, and you tried to not let him play with your heartstrings, but now a blush would creep around your face whenever he would fire a one-liner or when he would push the physical contact to the extreme.

You weren't used to so much affection, nor letting the addiction of being touched take over you like a drug.

But you have seen the way Leo fake flirts with others, and just believed that he was just doing the same thing to you, because you were just friends, right?

You were brushing your comb through your hair when your phone started to vibrate on your desk. You brought it up to your ear as you got comfortable in your seat.

“Hello?”

“Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”

There were a few knocks on your bedroom window.

“Me.”

You giggled and walked over to the window and pulled back the blinds to see the one and only Leonardo Hamato, a sly grin on his face as he hung up on the phone. You placed your phone into your pocket and unlocked the window to reveal yourself to him.

The blue bandana turtle looked a little taken aback as he took in the sight of his best friend. With the season turning colder, you wore something that suited the chilly wind yet sunny season, the cloth clinging to you gently. What caught him off guard the most was the dazzling smile you presented to him, the pure excitement of seeing him causing his bandana to feel tight around his head.

Leo almost lost his balance as he hopped into your room, sweat growing on him as he tried to find anything else to look at other than you.

“Hey, how's your fever?” He asked, his voice drowned with no confidence, his heart still pounding as he finally glanced over.

You were picking up your bag and you frowned at the question.

“Hum? What fever?”

“Oh, yeah, you just look hot to me,” he replied, pressing a confident smile on his lips as he hoped that you didn’t catch him almost slipping up.

Your cheeks went pink and you playfully slapped his arm.

“Oh hush up and let’s go, we’re burning daylight.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s burning.”

“Oh my gosh, get going, Red Kamon.”

The tall turtle chuckled and pulled out his sword, swiping it around the room until a portal was created. Leo moved to the side and bowed his head towards you.

“After you,” he purred and you rolled your eyes at him and took a step into the portal and was led right at the center of the Hidden City. The colorful and mysterious city was weird to say the least, nothing but weird creations and magic lingered in the air as yokai walked past you. Leo stepped through the portal and was at your side as you both walked over to the city map.

Leo used your shoulder as a rest while you gazed over at the map.

“Where do you want to go, shorty?” He asked as your eyes scanned the different areas and pointed towards the Witch Town.

Your mind seemed clouded from the close contact and you pointed to the spa.

“What about here? Sounds interesting.”

“Can’t do. My idiot and less attractive twin got us turtles banned there,” Leo commented and soon his arm snaked around your neck and was completely over your shoulders, bringing you close enough that you could feel his breath over your cheek.

“What about here?”

“Nope. They banned me there.”

“How did you get banned from a spa?”

“My dashing good looks were just too much for them.”

You let out a gust of air and knew the real reason, Donnie told you the whole funny scenario of Leo needing hair to get into the spa, totally backfired and threw him in jail.

“What places are you not banned from, blue?” You asked, turning over to him with your arms crossed.

He gave you his signature smile and leaned down till you were face to face, his beak just a few inches from your nose.

“Here, just those two places. Your heart? Never.”

“Then what about the Pirate Bazaar?” You mumbled, your heart almost leaping out of your chest as Leo’s eyes widened with excitement.

“Ohhh, I’ve been there! But only for a little bit, let’s go!” He squealed and took your hand and led you through the crowd of animals and other subjects of yokai. His three-fingered hand was cold against your warm one, and you knew Leo and his brothers like closeness to you and April since you were the only warm-blooded creatures; Splinter was too but hugs were hard to get from him. Still, the hand holding made others look over and gush at you two, as if you were a couple.

If only.

He didn’t let go as he took you into lesser crowds, bringing you closer till your arms were touching. You then realized he wasn’t wearing an outfit, but then remembered most of the yokai’s were clothesless as well. His muscles bounced as he walked and you had to do everything to not wrap your fingers around the growing muscle.

STOP STOP STOP THINKING LIKE THIS! HE DOESN’T LIKE YOU LIKE THAT!

His thumb started to brush against yours as he turned to you and you swore you saw a red dash against his cheeks, and it wasn’t his stripes.

“You’ve been friends with me for a whole year! Please, do tell how great it must’ve been to be called my best friend,” he said slyly, wiggling his non-existent eyebrows, causing you to laugh. The joyous melody made Leo weak in the knees.

“You mean, me always having to save your shell from dangerous bad guys, having to endure all your jokes, and then the constant-CONSTANT- marathons of Jipiter Jim and Lou Jitsu to the point all I could do was speak quotes from the movies.”

“Oh yeah, may I remind you that you would text me excited about every movie date? Didn’t someone make their signature hot chocolate just for me when I showed this specific someone their now favorite movie? Ring any bells?” He replied back.

“Pffts, you know what? Your one-liners stink.”

The sword yielding turtle let out a gasp and grasped where his heart would be over his plaston as if he had been shot as he looked down at you.

“My one-liners stink like Raph’s victory stink!”

You laughed and took back his hand and Leo felt his heart flew as your warm hand was gripping onto his cold one. You took the lead and finally made it to the entrance of the pirate grounds. There were booths of stuff that were related to the pirate theme of the area and some were just random selections of things to sell. The smell of seafood and other fried foods drifted into your nose and you led Leo to the entrance.

After getting Lost City Cash at a money machine, you both took a selfie at the front entrance, Leo bringing you close and him having to lean down due to your height.

There was a goblin looking woman in the booth at the entrance and the woman took your money and gave each of you a bracelet to get on rides and such.

“For an extra 20 dollars, you can have a custom pirate outfit that you can switch on and off with ease,” she explained and you and Leo shared the same look, giving the worker a simple nod. She pointed to where single bathrooms were after she got the money.

“Last one there is a rotten turtle egg!”You challenged out as you raced over to the bathroom stalls, the mutant turtle schoffing and charging after you.

With a little bit of magic, you were able to think up your very own pirate outfit with a second band around your wrist so that you could switch it off and on with ease. Leo picked the same outfit he had when he first came to the pirate utopia with Hueso, but didn’t pick an eyepatch this time since he didn’t want to trip in front of you.

You quickly raced out of the changing room after saying thank you to the worker who helped you and looked around, your eyes trying to find the mutant turtle in the crowd. You spotted the long strands of his bandana and felt yourself shudder at how good he looked in a pirate outfit, how the white shirt clung to him and how he had his sword hung against his side instead of over his back. You swallowed the saliva that was swimming in your mouth and quickly dashed over to him, clearing your throat before you spoke in the worst pirate accent.

“My, my, isn’t ye the best booty I’ve ever seen in these vast oceans!”

The red slider turtle quickly turned around but you moved out in front of him.

“Aye, wanna shiver me timbers?” You laughed, throwing another one-liner at him and he turned, his eyes going wide as he almost told you that if you were a pirate, you would be the most beautiful treasure that no man or woman could handle or capture. If you were a pirate he could definitely walk the plank.

“Those jokes are so lame, that they need a peg leg,” he replied, almost hating himself fully for using one of Huesos jokes instead of his own. But you flashed him a smile anyway and motioned him to follow as you made your way through the crowd.

The teenage turtle felt his heart leap after you and gave chase as you made it to the center of the pirate theme park.

Once in the middle, you pulled out the map the woman at the booth gave you and started to read over the activities that you could do.

Leo leaned down close, still a little out of breath, but his confidence had awoken him as he said: “Ya certainly put a shiver in my timber!” he said in a deep pirate accent. You booped his beak away from your face and he blew a raspberry on the index finger.

“So, there is a treasure adventure we can go on, a booth section of stuff to buy, a pirate show of a reenactment of pirate history-Oh! They have timed dances throughout the area! And you can join in!”

“Are you going to join in?”

“Maybe. I could finally dance with someone who doesn’t only do fortnite dances and dabs.”

“Hey, my moves are almost like a work of a pirate ship.”

“Old and needs remodeling?”

“What?! No! Unique and cool.”

You rolled your eyes and wrapped your arm around Leo’s and led him to the show since it was the closest.

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You stood on the pier as ships and flying creatures dashed by, the glowing lights of the underworld turning into a creamy orange to signify that the day was coming to an end. You leaned your arms over the railing as you scrolled through the photos that had been taken throughout the day. You couldn’t help but smile at seeing your goofy pictures and would scroll past the ones you took specifically of Leo without him knowing.

Speaking of the turtle, he leaned in close to your shoulder as he noticed that your attention was not on him.

“Whatcha lookin at?” He asked, his head slowly getting closer. You felt your body grow warm and quickly turned your phone.

“Bruh,” you giggled and he gave a quiet chuckle and tried to snatch the phone.

“If you’re looking at something, then as your best friend I have a right to see.”

“Fine, hang on.”

You quickly saved the single photos of him into a secret file and moved the phone between them, his head still on your shoulder as he scrolled through the photos, both of you laughing at the one where you fought the pirates and failed.

“What about you? I know you took photos of today for your social,” you commented as you placed your phone into your bag.

Leo took out his phone and hid it out of sight since his home screen was a picture of them together at an abandoned skatepark and he had you in a piggyback ride and he just had to capture the moment. He handed his phone without thinking and started to go through your bag due to boredom.

You scrolled through the photos until you stopped at a specific one. You didn’t remember him telling you to pose for this photo; it was when you had stopped to eat dinner and you happened to watch one of the kids getting a fake pirate hook from a vendor. Your head was supported by your hand as a breeze caused your hair to ripple around your face in an alluring photo. A blush rushes to your face as if you had been hit and soon you started to scroll faster and found more photos of just you; of you waiting in line, in your pirate outfit, several were taken of you during the pirate treasure hunting, when you grabbed a candle from one of the booths in excitement, he even got a cliche photo of you holding his hand while you led him through the crowd.

You felt your heart stop in your ribcage and looked over at the ninja turtle, who was still looking through your bag as if he was hunting for treasure. You didn’t want to snoop, but you couldn’t help but exit out of his camera roll and looked through his folders on the right side; there was a folder for comic books, shopping, epic moments, even a puns list, then found it at the bottom. It was labeled with a first letter of your name and a heart, and with twitching fingers, you opened it. It wasn’t many photos but enough to where you almost dropped his phone into the water below. There were pictures of you whenever you both hung out, and some he probably got from your social.

Holy Hot Soup, he liked you.

“Okay, now you really look like you have a fever,” Leo commented as he reached for his phone, causing you to swallow and quickly turned off the device and handed it back to him.

“But don’t worry, Doctor Neon Leon will help you get all better,” he said in a baby voice and wrapped his arm around you and brought you close.

“Maybe you need some Vitamin ME,” he whispered and you laughed at yet another ridiculous one-liner made by him. He grinned at the sight of you laughing and rested himself against your side, taking in your scent and warmth.

“Maybe I do, where do I get my prescription Aka Kamon?” You asked slyly, a shit eating grin on your face as Leo blushed. Whenever you could, you would fire back a one-liner and was overjoyed to see him be the one to get flustered and a stuttering mess.

“ Oh, um, well,” he stuttered and mentally kicked himself as he couldn’t think of something to say back and then a question he always wanted an answer to.

“Are you ever going to tell me what those words mean?” He asked.

“Are you ever going to open a book and find out for yourself.”

“Ha! Jokes on you, I don’t know how to read. And also, there are phones now, boomers.”

“Then look it up.”

“JuSt GiVe Me A hInT.”

You released a sigh and gave him a look while he returned to you his huge puppy dog eyes look and placed his hands together as his bottom lip wobbled as if he was trying to get out of trouble.

“Finnnne, but only because it’s our best friend’s day.”

You poked the red stripe against his face and then pointed upward, a smirk growing on your face as he gave a confused one.

“WHAT KIND OF HINT IS THAT??”

“A pretty good one in my opinion.”

The red slider turtle let out a large groan as he crossed his arms, his face growing tight as he tried to think of what the hint meant.

“Are you just calling me stripes but in Japanese?” He said with a groan.

“Leo you insult me, it would be kind of stupid to call you stripes in both English and Japanese.”

He mimicked your talking right as you finished and he received an eye roll as he continued on thinking.

So, it wasn’t the stripes, maybe the color? Or the shape?

“Man, this is hurting my brain, this best friend day sucks.” He said as he stuck his tongue out at you.

“Okay, okay. The two words are a color and a shape. Is that better?”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

You continued to watch as Leo tried to put the pieces together and you wished you could get this on video, but it would be too obvious, so instead you painted it into your mind.

“So, the color is totally red, but the shape I’m lost at. Why did you point at the sky? Is that a clue? Why did you make this so difficult?”

“Because I’m a difficult person.”

“I do like a challenge.”

“One more hint, it’s the shape of something in the sky.”

Leo looked up at the fake Lost City sky and squinted as the fake sun started to set and the moon would start to rise.

“Red Moon?”

“Close. It’s Red Crest.”

The blue bandana turtle searched the horizon for an answer for why you called him that as you looked away due to embarrassment.

“Why?” He simply asked as he looked over; he could always tell when you were nervous, your eyes would always dart around and your left foot would start to shake. You rose to a tallen stance though and looked over at his hands.

“I just find your marks...alluring. In Japanese culture, the red moon is respected due to its power. I just thought you deserved to have a nickname that represented you.”

Leo felt his face go completely red that it could put Raph’s mask to so much shame that it would go bland. All this time he thought you were just calling him something insulting in Japanese, but it was a nickname that you made up for him. Not like Raph’s, Donnie’s, Mikey’s or April’s, it was one you made up for him and only him.

“Stop looking at me before I throw you off this dock so I can live the rest of my life without this embarrassment,” you laughed nervously as your fingers combed through your hair and let out a shaky breath.

Leo started to get his little shakes as he let out a confused laugh.

“All this time I thought you were calling me a stupid turtle or somethin in Japanese, whoa oh boy was I wrong.”

You both looked away from each other and the atmosphere became heavy.

Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, I still don’t know, you thought, but then you felt his finger poke your elbow and looked over at him, and the soft expression on his face almost made you melt.

“But how can I stop looking at you?”

Your breathing immediately hitched.

“Are you blushing? It’s a good feeling to know that I do it.”

You could only cover your face as you leaned against the railing on your elbows and looked between your fingers at him. You hated being so flustered up, but with Leo dripping with confidence, it made you want to curl into a muttering mess.

Leo watched you with amusement and went to touch you, but then fell back. He remembered how he started the physical touch between you two, holding your hand, always leaning on you, every movie night you would be his cushion. But you two couldn’t kiss, couldn’t cudde too close, he couldn’t tell you he loved you more than just a best friend.

He hated how the day went by so fast and now he wanted to do what he has wanted to do for months. But he couldn’t work up the courage, he had a ton of one-liners to ask you out, to ask if you returned the feelings, even though he was mutant turtle that lived in the sewer and fought enemies that could destroy the whole world and wholly Ōdachi he can’t ask you to be a part of that life.

But, the way you would smile at him and how you always gave him credit for the growth into someone you wanted to be. How you saw something in him that he didn’t even see, and he wanted to keep being whatever you saw.

He just wanted you.

So, he worked up the courage, tried to make the sweat stop rolling down his body, and looked at person he had fallen for

“Y/N.”

You tensed up, you had never heard Leo sound so serious in his life.

“Yeah?”

“With this being.....I mean if I’m wrong. Would you consider this a date-date?” He spilled out, and he wanted to climb into his shell like Mikey and never come out. He let out a gust of air and didn’t look over at you, his fingers messing within each other. It was silent between you, the city life buzzing around them as yokai’s came and went. You wanted to scream out in joy and say yes a hundred times, but you also had to be careful, along with if Leo was being a bubbly mess, you wanted to take advantage of it as long as you could.

Spotting a red and blue flower with a bright yellow center growing on the side of the deck, you wrapped your fingers around it and pulled it from its roots. To Leo’s surprise, you pushed your way under his arm until it was back over your shoulders. The blush on his face was noticeable and with being against his chest you noticed his uneven breaths.

“I do. And I would like more of them, if you want to.” You answered and handed him the flower. He shakenly took the flower in his hand and his confidence came crashing back to him, knowing that the feeling was mutual. As quickly as you gave him the flower he leaned over and placed the flower over your ear. Your eyes widened with surprise and quickly averted them away, a nervous but sweet chuckle escaping your lips. But the Red-eared slider never averted his gaze away from you.

“I would like that too,” he answered back.

You both stood there for a while, your head curled into Leo’s chest as his own head rested on yours. You were used to being close, but this was different, this filled you up with knowing and it made the physical connection much more warmer and scarier. Little lights started to flicker around as the city started to get dark, even with no sun or moon. Leo brought you closer and buried his face into your hair, a long sigh escaping his lips in content, his mind slowing down for once and just taking in this moment.

But the moment went quicker than expected as a low yawn escaped your mouth and the red slider turtle remembered that it was getting late.

“Alright, sleepy head, I think it’s time to raise anchor and set sail for home,” he joked as he lifted himself off of you and then held out his hand. With a roll of your eyes, you gladly took it and let him lead you back to the entrance of the Pirate Bazaar. He could just use his sword, but he wanted to juice out every moment with you.

The hand hold was different in some way, you gripped his hand tighter and when he came to a stop you would use your other hand to lightly touch his biccup before continuing on.

You gave the booth teller their costume bracelets back and walked a few feet ahead before Leo pulled out his sword and created a portal.

He once again bowed his head as he moved to the side.

“After you.”

Through tired eyes she gave him a smirk as she was halfway through the portal.

“Thank you.”

He followed you through the portal and took the step onto your apartment’s fire escape, the flashing lights of New York City spilling over your side as you opened your bedroom window; throwing your bag inside before turning to Leo. You both turned to each other and then quickly averted eye-contact with each other.

“I had a lot of fun today, Leo. Thanks for being a good fri-” you stopped yourself since you didn’t know if you two were still just friends, or more.

He let out a laugh and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, chief, it was,” Leo said and then let out a groan at the terrible execution.

You knew that you had to make the first move now or else you both would accidentally place yourselves into the “friend zone”.

“Leo, can you bend down a little bit?”

“Why? Tired of being the only short one?”

“You can say that.”

He bent down till he was on your level, a smug smile on his lips. You let out your form of a chuckle as you curved your fingers under his chin. The teenage turtle instantly felt weak in the knees and thought that his legs would give out from under him and became a stuttering mess as you both made eye-contact.

“Um, haha, is it hot or did you know that, uhh,” he mumbled as you tilted his head to the side and placed a small kiss against his red stripe, instantly making his whole body, for once in his life, burning.

Your lips were soft against his skin and he stood there as you leaned away and climbed back into your room.

“Goodnight, Leo,”you mumbled, your hands shaking against the window.

“N-night.”

You closed the window and walked away while Leo stood there, his mind racing a hundred miles an hour. He got a kiss from you, from you. He never felt so much adrenaline rush through his body and all he wanted to do was go back in time so he could’ve moved his lips over.

He took a step towards the window and then took that step back. What should he do? What could he do? Were you both dating now? Or were you two at the very edge of the line of a relationship?

He wanted to call his brothers or April for advice, especially since she would slap some sense into him. His shakes were coming back.

He let out a grunt and rubbed his eyes as he tried to decide what to do. He looked back at the window and saw that you had turned on your lights. He walked up to the window and knocked.

You had just gotten out of the bathroom when you heard the light tap against your window and your heart started to race faster than it already was. You were already shaken up by having enough courage to kiss him but if that was him then what if he didn’t want the kiss?

The knock came again and you took a few deep breaths before you moved the curtain aside and there he was, his face all flustered up as he gave a small wave as she opened the window.

“Yes?” You questioned as you leaned your hands over the window seal. You hoped that the silky night of the sky hid your flustered face.

“I honestly didn’t think this far ahead,” he spilled out as he let out a nervous laugh as he leaned against the window.

You looked up at him and Leo blinked several times in wonderment at the startled expression that crossed your face. Leo took a deep breath and gave you his signature shit-eating grin.

“Knock knock.”

“Wow, you’re doing jokes in the same place now are ya?”

“Just do the joke.”

You giggled and fluttered your eyes mockingly at him.

“Can I who?”

“Who’s there?

“Can I?”

“Can I...Can I kiss you?”

Even though it was a terrible joke, you felt like you could throw up all of your guts for how fast your heart rate was. Kissing him on the cheek was a challenge but at least you didn’t have to worry about his lips against yours. Do turtles have lips? Or beaks?

The word yes slipped out before you had a second thought.

Before you knew it, Leo’s hands were slipping into your own, the tip of your fingers shaking but Leo reinsured you with a stroke of his thumb You looked up at him and was taken aback at how handsome he was, how his stripes glowed in the moonlight and his blue bandana flew behind him as he leaned down.

Oh you were glad he didn’t have his lips puckered or drool hanging out of his mouth like in the cartoons.

Swallowing any other signs of panic that were trying to build in your body as you leaned in.

The city of New York continued on around you both as the kiss ended; it was soft and sweet, not a full one, but it left both of you speechless. You felt as if your stomach was falling apart and Leo thought he could slip off the stairway. He was still holding your hands before you both departed, but with your free hands, you grabbed his face and brought him in once again. The red slider turtle’s eyes went wide as moons as this kiss much more, more than he could ever dream of.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and slightly lifted you up, burying his face into yours under the moonlight. He tangled himself around you as your hands wrapped around his neck and Leo felt his stomach flip at the actions. Your shirt was warm against his chest and he tried to focus in on that instead of the worry of messing this up. He leaned more down as his hand slipped into the back of your neck. Due to the lack of experience, the kiss was sloppy and messy and anxiety swam between the connection between the two of you.

But it was a tender memory of a kiss between the two of you, to remember as your first.

You both finally separated, your chest heaving as you tried to get your feelings under control. His arms were still wrapped around you and your hands had slipped down onto his plaston, the hard material rising and falling under your fingers. Leo felt himself lean back, the shock setting in that he just had his first kiss and it was that deep and romantic and that….

The teen turtle felt his shell bump against the railing and you quickly latched onto him to stop him from falling, a horse laugh coming out of your mouth.

“Guess you can say that you’re falling for me?” You asked, Leo knew now that he had to have a fever for how hot his face felt. He let out a few breathless laughs as he tried to calm himself down, longing and fear still lingering in his heart.

All he could do was pull you into a hug and whisper out, “I just want to stay here and kiss and hold you and Y/N I can't feel my heart.”

He buried himself into your neck as he once again slightly picked you up, hoping that your warm body would calm him down, but the organ in his chest raced on as you hugged him back, your arms barely going around his shell.

“Leo, will you be my boyfriend?”

My boyfriend. My boyfriend. My boyfriend. My boyfriend.

The words rang in his head like chimes as he slightly pulled away to look at her, the harsh blush on her face giving him an ego boost as he grinned at her.

“Being called a boyfriend, eh? Neon Leon already has so many cool names, but boyfriend is probably the best name to be called, especially if it’s only you saying it.”

“Probably? I guess I should just give the boyfriend title to someone else, then.”

“What?! No, no, no. I already called it, I’m your boyfriend capiche? Now come here.” He pulled you into a tight hug and gave you a little spin, a laugh escaping your throat as you held on.

“Leo! We can fall, and my back cannot handle cement like yours!”

#ROTTMNT #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x leo #rottmnt leo #ROTTMNTXREADER #rottmntleo #rottmnt reader x leo #rottmnt leo x reader #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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spencerswhoreclub · 3 years ago

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Wrong Number

By spencerswhoreclub

Wc- 1906

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AN- This is like the episode where people kept calling Spencer and but he accidentally goes off on y/n and gets punished.

This chapter contains- impact play, heavy degrading, a little praise, use of the pet name "puppy", female receiving oral sex, (male) anal penetration, use of a cock ring and ball gag, a wee bit of CNC (I promise nothing major), hair pulling, and mommy kinks.

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Spencer has been working on a case for a few days. I've been missing him so much and I just want to hear his voice, so I decided to call him. What's the worst that could happen?

I dialed his number and pressed call half expecting him not to answer, I mean it's the middle of the day he's probably busy. But to my surprise he answered after one ring. I was going to say hi but I was interrupted.

"Hi! This is Doctor Spencer Reid, I actually can't come to the phone right now with a very special message that your mother is a-"

"Spencer"

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Spencer's POV

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"Spencer"

Ohh I fucked up

"I'm sorry y/n I thought you were-"

"Save it, prepare for your punishment when you get back."

"W-what is it going to be"

"I haven't even decided yet" fuck, it's bad "when you get home you're going to go to our bedroom and strip. I want you to be on the floor, on your knees. Got it?"

"Y-yes ma'am"

"Good, I'll see you then, love you bye"

"B-bye, love you"

As soon as she hung up the phone Hotch, Morgan, and Rossi obviously had questions but Derek was the only one that had the courage to ask.

"Was that y/n?"

I nodded my head

"Actually I'm going to stop playing dumb, we all heard what she said. I guess boy wonder over here is kinkier than we thought."

"So you're not surprised she's the one in charge"

"Look kid, you practically have the word 'bottom' written on your forehead"

"Fuck you, I'm going back to my hotel"

I was successfully able to keep my mind on the case until it was solved, but we had a long plane ride back to DC and all I could think about was my punishment. I'm really nervous, and I did a poor job of hiding it.

"Hey pretty boy, are you nervous about going home?"

"Why would he be nervous" Emily spoke up

I shot him a look begging not to tell but my efforts were futile.

"His girlfriend, y/n, is the one in charge if you know what I mean" he said while elbowing prentiss

"Ohhh I see, did you do something to make her mad?"

"He sure did, he answered the phone and started yelling at her thinking she was someone else."

Rossi decided to speak up out of nowhere

"And afterward she said that she was going to punish him when he got home and to go straight to their room and strip and to get on his knees"

"Rossi I thought you were on my side"

"Who said that, I am Switzerland"

"Hey nice try, but no changing the subject" Derek interjected

"Ok but that is brutal, what do you think she's going to do?"

"She said she doesn't know yet" Morgan answered before I even got the chance to "I bet next time we see him he'll be walking funny"

"Alright everyone that's enough"

"Thank you hotch"

"It's my turn, what do you think she's going to do? No one will make fun of you if you tell us. Right Morgan?"

"Right"

"Okay fine, she might spank me, keep me from cumming or, pe- never mind"

"No never mind, she pegs you doesn't she"

"I shall not confirm nor deny"

"I'll bring you coffee and a donut every day for the next week"

"The chocolate ones with the-"

"Yes with the sprinkles, spill"

"Fine, yes she does

"I KNEW IT, remind me to tell y/n she's my favorite"

"But what about me Emily" Spencer interjects

"I said what I said

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Skip to when he gets home

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I walk through the door and I know y/n is in the living room but I don't even bother greeting her, or even looking at her.

I go straight back to the room and follow her previous instructions, the plan is to be a good boy and give her puppy dog eyes and maybe she'll go easy on me. I doubt it though.

When she finally comes in I still don't dare to even glance at her, I just look at the floor and listen

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Your POV

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When Spencer finally gets home he immediately goes to our room. I wait for a few minutes because I want him to have to wait, I like to see how antsy he gets. When I finally walk in I see him on his knees, just like I told him.

"Tonight you're getting 15 spanks and I won't touch you until you can prove to be my good little boy"

I crouch down and grab his face so he's looking at me

"I'm not sure if you'll get to cum tonight, that all depends on you. Understand?"

"Y-yes ma'am"

"Good, now get up"

He stands up and watches me while I undress until I'm left in nothing but my bra and underwear. I sit on the bed and motion for him to come lay on my lap. Once he's there I immediately bring my hand down across his ass.

"One, t-thank you"

I do it again

"T-two, thank you"

I keep going all the way to fifteen

"Get up"

When he gets up I see he's hard and his tip is leaking

"You liked that didn't you"

"Yes mommy"

"You’re such a dirty fucking slut, come kneel on the ground in front of my bed"

He does as I ask while giving me puppy dog eyes, begging to be touched.

"I'm sick of you always thinking you're going to get what you want because of those damn puppy dog eyes. You know what I'm going to call you puppy from now on, got it?"

"Yes ma'am"

"Good, now before I do anything to you, eat mommy out"

He immediately dives in, hooking his arms around my thighs to pull me closer to him. When his lips connected with my clit all I could feel was pleasure, I tried to hold my moans back but I was very unsuccessful. What can I say, Spencer is good at what he does.

I release my loud moans and tug on his hair probably harder than I should have, but judging by the load moan he let out against me I don't think he minded

I already knew I wasn't going to last much longer but when he added two fingers I could hold it off any more.

"I-I'm cumming"

As soon as I finished my sentence I felt myself go over the edge and even after I came down Spencer didn't stop

"Hey, stop"

He stopped what he was doing but kept his arms around my thighs.

"I really thought you were going to be my good little puppy, I guess I still have to punish you"

"I am your good little puppy, you just taste so good and I- I'm sorry"

He immediately let go and returned to his kneeling position

"Get on the bed with your ass in the air"

I got off of the bed and walked over to the chest where we keep all our toys. I pulled out my strap, some lube, a ball gag and a cock ring

"Put it on"

I said after tossing him the ring and ball gag, then I put on the strap.

I walked over to him then put lube on my fingers and rubbed it on his entrance. Then I heard him let out a soft muffled moan.

"Awe puppy I barely touched you, how pathetic."

I pushed my fingers in to loosen him up a bit more before I fuck him and he let out a loud moan

"Now this is what's going to happen. I'm going to fuck you until I feel like stopping and you're not going to cum until the end. I don't care how long it takes, I don't care about any protests. Since you can't use you safe word tap me three times, shake your head if you understand"

As soon as he shook his head, I pushed my strap into him. I started thrusting soft at first but then It got harder and harder (not faster, harder)

I eventually start going faster as well, mercilessly pounding his ass and all I can hear is his muffled screams. After twenty minutes or so I finally stopped. and I could feel him relax but he should know me better than that. I only stopped to flip him over.

(Before y'all come @ me I know you're not supposed to lay ur sub on their back while they're wearing a ball gag but just use ur imagination for the fic)

"I just wanted to flip you over so I could see your cute little face. look at your messy hair and the spit running down your face, how do you expect me to not fuck you"

After adding more lube I slam into him causing him to scream out in pleasure (and a little pain).

"What's wrong? Can't take my dick you little bitch boy? Maybe next time you'll check whos fucking calling you. Cum, now"

As soon as I gave permission he released all over my chest and his, thanks to the cock ring intensifying his orgasm. I pull out of him and lick off the cum from our bodies making sure to keep eye contact.

I took off his gag and immediately connected my lips to his, it started off as sweet but he deepened it so I couldn't resist but to keep going.

Then he does something he's never done before he grabs the dildo and starts sucking on my USED strap, making sure to lick all of it off. The sight alone is enough to make me moan.

I start to kiss his neck but he stops me by putting his lips around my nipple instead. We had another round after that but this time a punishment is the furthest thing from my mind.

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Spencer's POV

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This morning I stood up and nearly fell over. I'm really not looking forward to going to work because Morgan's going to be right.

I walk in and head straight to my desk to try and sit down as soon as possible. if I'm being honest my ass is on fire but I'll take that over Morgan knowing he was right. I thought I had made it, until I heard a voice behind me.

"Hey pretty boy I got your do...nut, wait a minute are you actually limping. Okay y/n I see you girl"

Out of the corner of my eye I see Rossi slip JJ a twenty

"Hey! did you bet on it, WAIT JJ did you vote against me"

"What can I say, you've got bottom written on your forehead"

Then I hear Emily coming out from her office

"Wait Spencer are you actually limping? How would y/n feel about a sin to win weekend?"

#mgg smut #mgg fanfiction #mathew gray gubler #spencer reid smut #spencer x reader #sub reid #spencer reid #criminal minds #mommy kink #degrading kink #punishment #ball gag #cock ring

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serosinkyslut · 4 years ago

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“I need you”

Sero x fem!Black reader

Warnings: mentions of drugs, smut, p r a i s e, slight bruising, some overstim w/ nipple play, panic attack, angst, choking, and squirting

Summary: You’re about to tell Sero a thing or two after getting a call from him at 3am. But his response leads to a different discussion…

Word count: about 2.7k

Author’s note: Quick question/// how did we all come to an agreement that Sero smokes?? Is this canon? Could it be canon?

Authors note pt. 2: I didn’t think the angst would be so long, so just skip to the {***}asterisks if you just wanna read the smut

The Sero you know has always been calm, cool, and collected. When you receive a phone call at 3am, you assume it’s one of his usual antics; him asking you if you’ve heard Megan’s new song, explaining why Denki is such a dumbass, or his take on the Netflix show you told him to watch. The bright light of your phone stings your eyes before you hear the ringtone. Taki Taki by Selena Gomez blasts from your nightstand- a song Sero knew annoyed the crap out of you, and hence forced you to set it as his ringtone after a bet you lost months ago. Hearing it so many times now, after all, Sero was your best friend and boyfriend, the tune wasn’t as bad. As you reach over to answer it, silencing the dumb song, you’re semi-pissed off and ready to tell Sero that whatever he has to say can definitely wait til morning. You were exhausted and had just seen Sero only a few hours ago. However, when you answer the phone, the soft but audible sniffle instantly shuts you up.

There’s a shaky breath before “y/n...I....” he pauses, trying to regain control of his broken voice. Your heart squeezes terribly as he tried to force himself to talk. What had happened? You were just laughing together not too long ago.

“Sero? What’s wrong? Are you okay??”

You hear him struggling to tell you what’s going on with him, but only a strangled cry comes out as he bursts into tears. You’ve never heard Sero this broken, this distraught. Hell, you’ve hardly ever seen him have a semi bad day. Tears prickle at the corner of your eyes. It hurts you to know that your bestfriend is in so much pain.

“I need you,” he manages to get out through gasps.

“I’m on my way right now,” you tell him in a smooth, stable voice. You’re scared that it’ll only freak him out even more if he knew how panicked you were. In a total frenzy, you throw on a big shirt and grab your car keys on the way out, not even thinking about your bonnet still on your head, your raggedy house slippers on your feet, or even the fact that you're dashing out your apartment at 3am with no pants on. You can only think about Sero, and how bad he must be feeling to call you in absolute tears. You don’t bother with a seatbelt, and hardly look out for other cars as you zoom to his apartment. A trip that should have taken 20 minutes didn’t even take 10 as you park in the spot Sero was convinced was just for you. A space directly in front of his apartment that was always vacant, and also so happened to be right next to his car. Your feet fly you to the second floor and you fumble searching for the red cheetah printed key to his apartment that he copied for you. He thought it was hilarious how tacky it was, and even customized his own key so that you guys could match. That was Sero for you- always thinking of you. Always going the extra mile to see you happy. And now that precious boy was suffering, crying alone in his apartment. “Wait...is he even in his apartment?” You slam your palm to your forehead. You didn’t even bother asking where he was before rushing over. Fuck. Sending a silent prayer, you flip out the red key and open the door.

As soon as you do, a gush of smoke exits, flooding your nostrils with the smell of weed. You can hardly see into the space, trying to make it safely to Sero’s room where you figure he must be, smoking in his little alcove by the window with the air diffuser on. Instead, you hear his sniffling from the living room, almost blocked out by the tv which, ironically, is in fact playing the Netflix show that you recommended to him last week. Dragging your eyes from the flashing tv, you focus your attention to the shaking lump of covers on the sofa. Taking deep breaths, you walk towards him.

“Sero?” you whisper quietly and he freezes. He doesn’t respond, but you know he heard you. “Sero... I’m here”. You take a few more wary steps before you place your hand on the blanket he’s hiding under and peel it always carefully, revealing the top of his head. You bend down to get a look at his face, but when you try, he only lowers his head even more. You smooth his hair down with one hand, and place the other ever so gently under his chin, trying to get him to look at you. “Look at me, Sero. Please? Tell me what’s wrong”. Sero, being one to never deny you anything you ask for, tilts his head up gingerly. His eyes are totally bloodshot, and you can’t tell if it’s from the weed, the crying, or both. But either way, it breaks you I’m so many different ways. Sero opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. You slip into the thick covers with him and press him to your chest, wrapping your arms around his head. Almost instinctively, he wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into you while gripping you tightly like his life depends on it. You keep smoothing down his hair, whispering a mix of “everything’s okay. I’m here. It’s okay. You’re safe,” while peckering kisses on his head. It takes a few minutes to calm down from his.. panic attack? Jesus, you want to know what’s wrong so you can fix it. Once he’s stable, he finally looks up at you with those big beautiful eyes and kisses your chin. Then your jaw, neck, collar bones, and finally stopping at the gap between your breasts. He sighs in to you, face between your breasts, and reluctantly releases his grip around your waist. All of a sudden, everything spills out at once. He rambles on about how 5 civilians had died right in front of him two months ago. 3 of them being children. How he could’ve saved them if he had been a better hero. How he was having nightmares about them, and about you. It could have been you that day. Would he be able to save you then? Would you resent him for being so weak? He’d been getting high almost every night to ease his anxiety, but he finally cracked when the Netflix show you gave him had a child die in the last scene of the 2nd season. That was the trigger for his first panic attack. When he called you, he was right in the middle of it, and couldn’t think of someone better to contact. And his gut was right. Just you holding him in your arms made the bad thoughts go away. You were better than the weed, better than all the numerous distractions he had to make him think about everything but the accident. He felt safe. He felt loved. He never knew that was what he needed most. Now that he was calm in your arms, he wanted to reciprocate all the love you always showered him.

*** [here’s the smut you whores]

He began pressing sloppy, wet kisses against the base of your neck, sucking so hard on the skin that you knew for a fact it would leave a bruise or two. “I love you y/n. You’re so good to me,” he breathes before licking long stripes along your collarbone. “I love you so much”. Dammit this man was high as hell. You felt some guilt bubbling in the pit of your stomach at Sero’s advances. Should you be enjoying this as much as you are right now? Your best friend just had a panic attack. Yet, the feeling was quickly replaced by a pleasurable heat as he firmly grabbed your ass with one hand and pressed his boner against your cunt, pushing almost painfully hard through your thin T-shirt. It wasn’t until that moment you remembered all you had on was this shirt and underwear.

With his other hand, he removes your bonnet and threads his hands in your curls, getting tangled easily while he lightly scraped your scalp, right at the crown. Right where you liked it. You let out a soft moan that was met with a slight throb of Sero’s cock. “You’re fucking perfect, Princesa. Your hair and skin feel so perfect. So perfect for Papi”. He bites down on your collar bone, receiving a sharp yelp in surprise and a tug at his hair. “ohhh hermosa you feel so good,” he groans, his Spanish beginning to flow as you both get even more turned on. “All I need is you, y/n,” he says. Carefully, he takes his hand out of your kinks and places one on your hip, rubbing small circles with his nails. He stops for a moment in this position. He murmurs, almost to himself, “You’re all I need, mi cielito. After all the bullshit I put you through, I don’t deserve you,” he starts to choke a bit on his words at the end, and you sense the tears coming. You love Sero, and in no way did he not deserve you. He needed to know that. Pulling his lips away from you, which are now swollen, you stare into his eyes and tell him “I love you, and only you Sero. I don’t want or need anyone else”. A quick tear escapes from his eye and it slides right into the crook of your arm. You wipe it away with the palm of your hand, keeping it pressed on his cheek. “I mean it, Sero”. A slow, lopsided smile presents itself on his face. “That was pretty cheesy y/n. I never pegged you for the sentimental type”. You mirror his smile, your heart soars at the inkling of normalcy between you two. “Oh fuck off,” you say playfully pushing his head away. “We both know that I’m a huge romantic. Besides,” dropping your voice and gently pressing your lips against his ear, “no one else could get me this wet in a few minutes. Sero giggled at you, yes giggled, and shook his head.

“Horny ass. Let me have this damn opportunity to be lovey-dovey” Sero’s fake agitation is so forced you couldn’t help but outrightly laugh. After the moment passes though, you suddenly become serious. “Are you sure about this Sero?”

“I’m always sure when it comes to you hermosa”

This time, he places a slow, deep kiss to your mouth, swiping a hot tongue along your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. As usual, you give it to him without a second thought.

Sex with Sero is always passionate, but today felt extremely intense. You’d be lying to yourself if you said it didn’t turn you on. Plus, there was so much smoke in the apartment that you had to be getting a second hand high right now.

Sitting up and dragging you with him, covers sliding to the floor, he positions you two at the edge of the couch, your back facing a blaring tv that neither of you bother to turn off as you straddle him. One swift tug has your shirt off, revealing your pebbled nipples and a lacey red underwear you don’t even remember putting on.

A low whistle leaves Sero’s lips. “You couldn’t possibly have mistaken my phone call for a booty call, could you? ‘Cause this is sexy as fuck mami”

Wasting no more time, he wraps his mouth around one nipple, flicking the dexterous muscle back and forth. The other nipple pinched between his fingers while he pulls and squeezes harshly, the pain meshing deliciously with the pleasure. With his free hand, he wraps his lanky fingers around the back of your neck, encircling almost completely around your throat. Yanking your head back with just the right amount of force, you can’t help the loud, high pitched moan that leaves you. Your hips spasm along his thigh, leaving a visible line of slit on his pants. Sero hums against your skin, tightening his grip on you, “you like that, don’t you? Grinding your cunt on my thigh while my hands choke your pretty little neck”

You were going to respond, but his teeth bite down on your breast, the other one met by a thumb flicking across the bud quickly. Your hips buck against his leg, the pressure causing a flood of incoherent sounds. You’re a mess of moans, white pulsing at the edges of your vision, heat rocking through your entire body. And just when you think the pain starts to be too much, he presses his knee right against your clit, making you see stars. “Sero!!” Your screams and gasps are so noisy that you know the neighbors are sure of who’s making you feel this good. His mouth rips from your nipple with a pop, but instantly latches onto your lips.

He uses both of his hands to palm your ass, grinding your hips faster and harder, your clit exploding with pleasure. Eyes squeezed shut, you slam your arms down on him, clawing at his shoulders. The feeling was so fast, so intense, too good, you were being sent over the edge. Your words were incomprehensible, you could hardly even speak to tell him you were close, so so close.

“Fuck! Sero I-”

“Shit y/n you look so fucking hot,” he grunts against your lips, “Please cum, cum for papi. You’re so pretty on top of me y/n. Cum all over my pants with that pretty pussy of yours baby”. One hand smacks down across your tits, making you jump so hard you almost fall off his leg. He never stops gripping and kneading at them, rougher than ever, before twisting your nipples again. You claw at his shoulders, practically sobbing from the pleasure, screaming “yes yes yes! So good! So...!”

Another slap makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, your orgasm building in your core. He squishes your tits together, and plunges both nipples in his mouth, biting and sucking fervently. At the same time he bounces his knee, you feel the burning knot coming undone. “Papi, I’m gonna cum, I’m coming, I’m-”

You couldn’t say anymore, as a gush of hot liquid squirted all over his leg. Sero hums with your tits still in his mouth, the tiny vibrations sending bolts of electricity down your spine. You gradually came back down from your high (and not the weed high), Sero still rocking you slowly against his pant leg. When you come back to reality, your head falls forward, instantly tired and tense from that world-changing orgasm. After opening your eyes, you spot a wet circle right at the center of Sero’s legs. “Sero, did you just cum?”

He glances down, and his eyes widened when he also sees the sticky wetness seeping through. He looks back up at you, blessing you with his wide, toothy smile. “I guess I did, huh?”

Bitch is high as hell. You chuckle slightly before you hear a nearly inaudible squelch under you. Now you look between your own legs, and freeze at what you see.

Shit

“Did I… did I just?”

“Yeah,” Sero snorted, “You squirted on my thigh. I think it got on the couch too.”

Oh my god. You press your palms to your eyes immediately, totally embarrassed by what you did. Not to mention the fact that you were basically naked, while Sero was still fully clothed. How did this even happen? You’ve never squirted before. Did you have some sort of torture kink? Your tits hurt like hell right now. Turning your head away, you say “that’s so embarrassing”

“Embarrassing? Look at me” Sero takes you by the wrists and removes your hands from your face, but your eyes still look away. “Look at me baby,” he persists, squeezing your cheeks between his thumb and index with his lanky fingers, forcing your eyes on his. His blissed out eyes are still glossed over with an incredible lustful stare. “That was fucking hot, y/n. Can you do it again? Please?”

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