#or i get hyper focused and grind it in a few days

[wibble-wobbegong]

guess who just laid out the comic fic i was talking about fucking forever ago

[dollaches]

— stay with me, sleep with me

♡ perv!ellie x fem! reader

synopsis: ellie’s desperate moans pull you from your sleep and after fully waking up, you realize just how badly she needs to touch you.

a/n: wrote while extremely high i am so sorry

warnings: DONT LIKE DONT READ ! — established relationship, a bit of somno, dry humping (a blessing), cursing, ellie is a complete perv, dom ellie, sub r!, degradation (both receiving), impact play, ellie’s strap is referred to as a cock, a vile amount of spit mentioned, super sloppy sex sorry, cunnilingus (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), ejaculating strap, breeding kink, consensual pics after sex, begging, kinda perv r! tbh, sex, deep penetration (?), porn with no absolutely no plot and not proofread

wc: 4k

It was hard to register anything at all as your eyes fluttered open, your mind muddled and confused as you are yanked out of your soothing sleep. 

The room is still dark, only being illuminated by the small night light on the bedside as the clock reads 2:42 am, and yet you have no time to notice it. All you are focused on is the fact that you could hear Ellie whimpering, the warm feeling that spread throughout your lower body being due to her humping your ass like you were nothing but a toy. 

“Els” you whine quietly, your voice still groggy with sleepiness. Despite the suddenness of your words, Ellie doesn’t falter in the slightest. Instead, she grips your hips tighter, making quick work of flipping you onto your tummy so she can straddle you easily. Pinning you down takes little to no effort even as you squirm a bit, as Ellie’s strength is best shown when she is hyper focused on pleasure. 

“Shut up, just shut up” she mutters, now grinding against you desperately, the way her clit is being nudged through the fabric of her boxers is enough to make her act carelessly. “You were teasing me on purpose… wearing nothing but those pathetic little panties to bed. And you expect me to be able to sleep?” she scoffs, her words breathless and frustrated. 

All you can do is whine as your face is shoved into the pillow below you, your mind desperately trying to catch up to the situation. It finally dawns on you that she is desperate to get off, so desperate that she was using your sleeping body. 

Throughout your relationship, you have learned that Ellie has a tendency to be grabby and a bit pervy to put it nicely. Whether you’re at home or in public, she’s always groping your tits, smacking your ass, or cupping your cunt right before she gives it a little smack. Every little thing you did made her horny, so much so that she couldn’t sleep properly unless she fucked you at least twice a day. 

But to know that she could get off just from seeing your body while you sleep is enough to make you moan weakly as she grinds against you. “Didn’t mean to tease, promise” you grunt against the pillows, desperate to defend yourself and yet she scoffs at you reply. 

“I’m not telling you to give me half assed excuses, I’m telling you to just shut the fuck up, for the love of God” she seethes, her words barely coherent as she rocks against you, her mind blinded by pleasure. Her words make you shut your mouth instantly, able to tell that there was no way to talk yourself out of this situation. 

“Thaaaaaaat’s it” she praises upon your silence, begrudgingly slowing down her hips since she could finally do what she had been so desperate to do. She takes in a few shaky breaths, keeping you pinned down with her weight but leaning back a bit so she can take in more of your body. 

Seeing you clad in only cozy white cotton underwear has Ellie more desperate than ever. Her fingers trace your puffy cunt through the thin material, testing your patience with her movements. “Stop fucking teasing” you groan, pressing your hips back against her touch in search of some sort of relief. 

For a moment you think she isn’t going to bother responding to you, that is until you feel a hard smack against your ass. It’s harsh enough to make you yelp in surprise, your skin tingling with pain from the impact. 

“Watch your goddamn mouth when you’re talking to me” she seethes. “Was gonna be all sweet on you but stupid girls like you don’t deserve that kind of treatment” she mutters, the anger in her voice making your whole body feel as if it’s on fire. 

Before you can beg for her to go easy on you, she is pulling up your hips till your ass is raised in the air and your knees are spread. You use your arms to help push yourself up, now on all fours as you look back at her. 

Ellie is wearing just a black tanktop with her boxers, and yet she manages to look absolutely perfect. The way her chest rises and falls at such a quick pace shows her need, her complete desperation to have you all to herself. Her eyes flicker to meet yours, having a terrifying edge to them as she analyzes your features. 

“Aw, did I scare you, baby?” she coos with false pity. Even if you know she is mocking you, you still nod your head, albeit in an unsure manner.  She gives a little ‘awh’ before lowering her hand so she can toy with the waistband of your panties. 

With the material pulled snug against your cunt, she can just barely make out the wet patch that has formed since it’s still dim in the bedroom. She lets the material snap back in place against your skin, a pleased smile on her lips when you flinch and let out a hiss of pain. 

“Just doing what you want me to do, sweet girl. Look at how soaked you are just from being hit and used” she hums, landing another rough smack on your ass that makes it hard to keep yourself upright. “S’ fucking filthy, you know that?” she questions, not caring when you don’t offer her a verbal reply. 

Instead you let out a soft moan as the pain from the hit settles in which causes pleasure to shoot down right towards your pussy. It’s too much to bear, the anticipation of her touch leaving you breathless. 

She smooths her hands over your aching bottom to soothe the pain only to quickly yank your panties down to your bent knees. Cool air hits your cunt and makes you let out a puff of breath, feeling so exposed and at Ellie’s mercy. 

“Perfect little cunt” she praises, running her thumb between your folds just so she can gather the slick that is rather prominent. “Thank you, Els” you breathe out, needing to get back on her good side or else it would be unlikely she’d actually let you come. 

Your sentiment is not wasted on her, as her touch becomes more gentle, leaning down to let spit drip down from her lips so it can slide down your cunt slowly. It’s so warm that you can’t help but shiver, letting out a borderline pornographic moan as she uses her lubed up finger to gently press against your entrance. 

But just as you think it’s about to begin, she pulls her finger back. “You gonna let me taste you or are you gonna be difficult again?” she questions, sucking your juices off her fingers before crossing her arms over her chest as she leans back. 

You immediately turn to look back at her, your eyes pleading. “I’ll be good, baby. Wanna feel your tongue, please. Want your fingers too, fuck” you rush out, your words slurring together just a bit. 

All you can think of is her touch, her body, how low her voice is when she speaks to you like you’re just some stupid girl. Your mind is barely functional at this point, not minding as she yanks your body down until you’re at the very edge of the bed. She settled onto her knees, dreaming of the bruises that will likely appear from doing so. 

She spreads open your cunt with her fingers, wanting to take in the sight of her spit that had managed to mix with your own arousal, leaving you a dripping mess. “Atta girl” she praises despite the fact that you are doing nothing but allowing her to see you completely. 

The mixture of being praised along with the feeling of her warm breath fanning against your cunt as she inches closer. “Wanna make this pretty pussy feel so good; gonna make you mine” she mutters, not even thinking anymore. She is akin to a shark that has just smelt blood, her eyes narrowing as they focus on your cunt that she’s about to eat out without hesitation. 

Her words wash over you and take away any tension left in your body. She presses an open mouthed kiss right on your clit, always loving to surprise you with a shock of pleasure. Within a second of the kiss, she is flicking her tongue against your cunt like a starved woman. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” you huff, your eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of her tongue working against you. The sounds she makes are absolutely obscene, moaning against you as she keeps her face completely buried in your pussy. She doesn’t make you work for anything at all, already licking upwards towards your aching clit. 

She closes her lips around the soft bud, sucking on it so perfectly that for a moment you swear you can see stars. Your moans mix with hers in the filthiest way, as you’re both overcome with pleasure. “Jesus, m’ sensitive, fuckin’ aches, Els” you murmur, unsure if you’re trying to get her to ease up on your clit or suck on it just a bit harder. 

Ellie chooses to ease up, giving a final lick to your clit before she shoves two fingers into her own mouth, getting them slick with saliva so you won’t feel any sort of discomfort from them. “Love those noises you’re making, baby. Could fucking come from listening to you moan my name” she says with a breathy chuckle, finding herself entertaining as per usual. 

You can’t help the lazy smile that spreads on your lips from all the attention she is giving you, an exasperated groan as you feel her pressing both fingers against your opening, trying to ease them in before you have time to protest. 

She usually does one finger on its own but she is terribly impatient and some sick part of her loves feeling how tight you are when you’re not prepared for such a stretch. You practically mutter every curse in the book as she pushes them in, feeling slightly embarrassed from how easily they slide in due to your slickness and how relaxed you are from her touch. 

“Jesus Christ, your cunt is sucking me in, so fucking tight” she says with a drawn out groan, the way you’re squeezing against her fingers making her head spin with delight. “So big” you moan out, as Ellie’s fingers were the perfect length, reaching spots you could never get to by your own hand. 

The stretch is enough to have you writhing, your arms shaking from weakness as she pumps her fingers in and out of your sloppy cunt. “Taking me so well, angel” she grunts, curling her fingers in a way that has you pleading with her to slow down a bit. But she is too focused on bringing you to the edge, needing to make you feel good no matter what. 

“You gonna come on my fingers, hm?” she questions with a teasing edge to your voice, never ceasing to be amazed at how easy it is to make you fall apart completely. You nod, your arms aching as your muscles burn just to keep yourself in the perfect position. 

“Feels uhm— holy shit, feels like heaven” you gasp out, the realization that she has her fingers knuckle deep inside of you only making your cunt clench more. “Yeah, baby? Bet that pretty little head of yours is all empty now. All you can think about is how fucking deep my fingers are in your little cunt” she says, knowing that her words are completely true. 

You only nod as Ellie focuses on how perfect your tight heat feels as you desperately bounce back against her fingers. “Jus’ a little more” you whimper, and Ellie is more than ready to give you what you need to push you over the edge. 

She flicks her tongue against your clit, alternating between that and sucking on it sloppily, her spit dripping down onto the floor at this point. Neither of you care, as you are far too busy crying out her name. Your arms give out and you press your cheek against the soft mattress, your hips still in the air as she works. 

“Can I come? Pleasepleaseplease, can I come?” you ask, knowing better than to do so without her permission. Your well behaved demeanor never fails to please Ellie, her eyes practically rolling back from how obedient you are. 

“Course’ you can, sweet girl. Just let go” she mutters against your over sensitive cunt before lapping at your clit once more. Her fingers slide in and out with ease and she can tell you’re about to let go completely. 

With her permission, you’re coming, the taste of your arousal filling her senses as your clit pulses against her tongue. You can’t even thank her for giving you permission, practically braindead as your orgasm crashes over you. Your own drool seeps into the blanket beneath you, a fucked out grin on your lips as Ellie finally pulls her fingers out of your pussy. 

Your body feels completely relaxed, your hips finally dropping down so your aching muscles can relax. You take a moment, a little sigh of happiness leaving your lips as you listen to Ellie suck your juices off her fingers as if it were the best thing she has ever tasted. 

“C’mon, baby, I wanna see that pretty face” she coos, helping your weak body so that you can turn onto your back, your chest still heaving as she lays down beside you, not giving you any warning as she shoves her fingers into your mouth so you can taste yourself as well. 

You take it just for her, letting her practically fuck her fingers into your mouth just for her pleasure. She eases her fingers out when she has had her fun, pressing her fingers together before spreading them once more just so she can she the strings of spit that connect them together. “You made such a mess” she observes, a grin on her face as she glances at you. 

All you can do is grin at her, knowing how much Ellie gets off on helping you feel good. She leans close enough to press her lips against your own, the kiss so intimate yet needy. Her tongue slides against yours, letting it trail against your teeth whenever she pleases. A whine is pulled from your throat when she grips your cheeks with her strong hand, forcing you to stick your tongue out. She offers you no explanation before leaning back in to messily suck on your tongue, her moans making your cunt ache for more attention. 

She only pulls away to catch her breath, already missing the warmth your mouth provides. “Gettin’ so much better at kissing, baby. Guess I’m a good teacher, huh?” she quips with a grin. You only nod, your lips still slick with saliva as you give her your prettiest smile. “The best teacher ever” you hum. 

Ellie pauses for a moment, noticing the way you’re already pressing your thighs together, a sign that you are getting yourself worked up. “Aw, poor thing. So pathetic and needy for my attention” states mockingly, although she couldn’t be more pleased that she will be able to give you more. 

“Just let me grab somethin’ to help make you feel good” she instructs, pushing herself up from the bed and parting from you so she can find what she knows will help you get all that extra energy out. For the first few minutes you simply stare up at the ceiling, eventually growing bored and quickly propping yourself up with your elbows. 

You were met with the sight of Ellie tightening the harness against her body, turning just enough so that you can see which strap it is. it doesn’t take long for you to realize, your tummy aching in the best way as you stare. 

It’s the fucking ejaculating strap, the toy only being used when Ellie wants to make a real mess all over the bed and maybe because she needs to watch her come drip out of your poor used cunt. 

Its an intimidating sight, the way Ellie looks down at you, her hand at the base of the silicone cock. “Gonna knock you up tonight, I swear” she mumbles with a soft smile that sends shivers down your spine. 

Even if you know it’s not possible, it doesn’t stop you from feeling completely vulnerable to her. It’s undeniably dirty, the idea of her coming inside you causes you to instinctively part your thighs for her, gently rubbing your clit and smiling weakly as you make tight circles with your finger. 

“Need you to, Els. Wanna feel when you finish inside” you plead, trying to entice her. Without even truly having to try, she is giving in to you. “You’ve got a dirty fucking mouth” she huffs, quickly striding towards the bed and pushing your legs up a bit higher. Her tone of voice leaves you feeling helpless to her in that moment. 

She uses one hand to slap her strap against your needy clit, her mind filled with everything she wanted to do to you in that moment. The way you yelp and flinch is more than enough to please her; raising her hand to spit into her own hand, stroking her strap as if she could truly feel it. Ellie tilted her head back, her fist pumping in the most perfect manner, as it forced the material to nudge up against her clit. 

“Gonna fuck you till you’re a mess, all for me” she breathes out, slowing her fist down now that her cock was thoroughly coated with spit, she teasingly pushed it against your entrace, letting it catch in the slightest before continuing on. 

“Need you to fill me up, please” you beg, looking up as ellie towers over you from her higher position. Your pathetic plea makes her genuinely smile and she is more than eager to finally give in to your request. 

“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” she teases, getting you distracted so she could slowly push in. Your brows knit together once you feel the stretch, the thickness of it making you thankful Ellie had soaked your pussy with her spit. 

“Ellie, fuck” you shudder, not complaining when she decides to push your legs further apart so she can push all the way in. Every time you think it’s over, another inch slips in and leaves you barely able to take in a few breaths of air. 

When she finally manages to get all the way in, she lets out a curse at the way she can literally feel her hips against your own. Your hands clench at your sides, the feeling of being so full making it impossible to think for yourself. 

She pulls out all the way to the tip before pushing her hips against yours to fuck you as deeply as possible. Her pace only quickens when your moans are only full of bliss. “You hear that, sweetheart? Your cunt s’ fucking soaking” she groans between thrusts, her hands lowering to slap your tits and grope them carelessly. 

Her thrusts are forceful enough to really be able to make Ellie moan weakly, the material bumping against her making her grip on your thighs tighten. She looks you in the eyes as she’s buried in your cunt, letting silence fall between the two of you so you could her the dirty sound of your wet cunt slapping against the base of her dick. It left you more flushed than you already were, your lips parting in an attempt to say anything at all. 

“You’re such a nasty perv” you moan out between each thrust. “Getting off just at the idea of filling me up with your cum” you tease, knowing the effects it would have. 

Being called a perv for her behavior makes Ellie whimper pathetically, loving when you tell her how disgusting her behavior is. “Fuck, say it again babe. Gonna make me fucking come if you keep talking like that” she states, barely getting in a few breaths as she speaks. 

Her words only spur you on, as you have the need to make her feel good as well. “So wrong of you to use me while I’m sleeping, isn’t it?” you huff, feigning disgust. “Are you so desperate that you have to hump me like I’m just a toy? Because that’s disgusting” you continoue on. 

All the while, Ellie’s moans grow louder as her physical and emotional pleasure build intensely. “And now look at you, trying to breed me like you own me” you scoff, doing your best to play the part for your girlfriend. 

It seems to please her, as she’s fucking into you at an unbelievable pace. The strokes being so deep and swift that you’re back to being unable to speak, reduced to something weak when she was taking you like this. 

“I do own you, stupid. I’ll use your body however the fuck I want and I know you won’t complain because you get off on it just as much as I do” she groans, making you feel like you don’t even have any purpose other than to be Ellie’s girlfriend. 

“You own me, I’m sorry, you own me” you gasp as pounds against a soft spot within you that causes you to lock your legs around her, refusing to let her pull out. “And I am gonna breed your filthy cunt, s’ all mine anyways” she states weakly as you’re both about to fall over the edge. Your tummy feels tight, clenching around her strap as you try to prepare to take her load. 

“Holy fuck I’m—“ she begins, her hand tightening around the base of her strap so she can release the surprisingly warm cum into your pussy. Both of you moan over one another, hips trembling and shaking as Ellie’s cock remains deep inside you, cum dripping from the corners of your cunt. 

You’re flooded, feeling completely full and used. Each tremor makes you mewl, as her cock manages to move inside you. Before you can protest, she’s pressing her body closer to yours, pinning your hips down with her own. 

Slow and steadily she fucks you back open, each thrust intimate and loving. “Gotta make sure it takes, angel” she mutters to soothe your shaking body, completely overstimulated by pleasure. She fucks her cum back into your sore cunt, not wanting any of it to go to waste. Both of you were completely delusional, as you could swear in this moment you were truly going to have her babies. 

After a few soft thrusts, she presses a small and gentle kiss to your lips as she eases her cock out of you. The loss of it leaves you groaning, already missing the feeling. You clench as best you can just to keep the cum inside to please Ellie. 

“Don’t wanna forget this” she states in a rushed manner, scrambling up to grab her phone off her nightstand. She quickly places the camera above you, giving a little “say cheese!” and awaiting your bright smile before she snaps the perfect pictures of you. You’re completely fucked out and a total mess, her cum even still dripping out during the photo. 

You adore when she takes pictures of you, as it’s something special that is only for the two of you. She sets her phone down on the bed beside you, quickly taking off her harness and placing the messy strap onto the dresser so she can deal with it when she wakes back up. 

And just like that, she’s back in bed with you, peppering your face with kisses. “Took me so well, baby. Looked so perfect for me” she praises, her touch feather light as she brushes her fingertips against your soft tummy. “Bet you wanna get cleaned up and back to bed, hm?” she questions, knowing you must be exhausted. 

And you absolutely are, your energy all used up. You nod weakly at her words, pressing your body against hers for more comfort. “Just a quick shower, okay?” you mutter, simply wanting to go back to sleep as soon as possible. 

Your words make her chuckle and she nods, helping you sit up by keeping you in her arms as she gets upright. “That’s right, just a quick one and you’re all done” she agrees, knowing it’ll help keep you in a soothed state. 

Part of you can’t help but be glad this all happened, already planning to wear your skimpiest pair of underwear to bed tomorrow to see just how far she’ll go when she’s desperate.

[wtfsteveharrington]

I need a just the tip smut with richie jerimovich

a/n: richie my beloved <3 thank you for requesting!!

contents: richie's a menace and badgering the reader in a playful way, unprotected p in v, fingering, semi public (we all love that damn office), reader referred to as princess once. when i say this is a quickie i mean it!

word count: 1,420 (lol)

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Richie annoyed you - A lot. Constantly annoyed you in fact!

And things haven’t improved since you made out with in the heat of the moment a few months ago. Arguing outside the restaurant after a particularly rough dinner service. He blamed the way you ran front of house, you blamed him for sending table 18’s second course to table 31 (which he promises he didn’t do) and throwing off the flow of the kitchen.

There was a moment when the arguing turned to silence and the two of you staring at each other. Both trying to read the moment. You still don't know who moved first but it was passionate, sloppy, and seared into your memory.

Thus began a mess of touching and kissing when you shouldn't be. It hadn't gone all the way yet, much to Richie's dismay. The closest he got was eating you out in the backseat of his car which you promptly left after you finished and flipped him off as you skipped to your own car. Richie had to drive home hard and annoyed and teasingly gave you a cold shoulder the next day but you'd catch a wicked grin on his face whenever he turned away from you. Both of you loved this game.

You secretly loved the power it gave you when he'd beg and whine and grab any inch of skin you'd let him. Rutting himself against you, shamelessly needy. You made him feel like a teenager again. Stuck with the urge to fold his pillow around his length and fuck into it to get some source of friction besides his hand. It made him feel pathetic and you feel pride.

He loved it too, don't let him lie to you.

That's how you found yourself in the nice office, hips pressed against the edge of the desk while Richie stood behind you. His hands were cupping your breasts over your shirt, savoring the weight of them in his hands while he grinds against your ass. You, on the other hand, try to act unbothered while you look over paperwork even if the both of you know it's getting to you. Thighs turning slick and warm and God he feels good.

“C’mon, Babe. My dick is fuckin’ rock solid. Help me out, yeah? Don’t you want me focused for tonight or are you really gonna let everyone drown because you won’t help take care of ole Richie?” He’s grabbing a hold of the hem of your skirt, pushing it up at your waist and admiring the way your ass looked covered in some white lacey number you totally didn’t buy with the hopes of him seeing it.

You huff and pretend to be inconvenienced but you're reaching the end of your resolve too. Letting go of the papers you were hyper focused on and instead sliding your hands around your body and pulling your underwear to the side so he, finally, has access to you. There's a loud, drawn out groan coming from the man behind you which has you whipping your head around with a sharp, "Shut the fuck up, Richie."

He's looking up at you now and innocently holds his hands up in the air as an apology. There's wicked smirk as one of his hands come down to trace over your core. A rough finger dragging along the folds, bumping your clit before he presses two into you. "Knew you wanted me too, Princess." You can't help but roll your eyes, still adjusting your position on the desk so you're better able to arch your ass back towards him. "Just the tip."

Richie's motions stall, brows knitting together. "You fuckin' serious?" Which makes you laugh while you roll your hips back, chasing your own pleasure by using his hand that's still against your warm core. "Serious. Now - Just the tip and hurry up before we get caught. Think I'd die if anyone knew I was letting you fuck me raw in here."

His hand slides out of you and delivers a sharp smack to your pussy before he's taking your command and making quick work of his pants. Fine, if you wanted to play this game still he'd make sure to drive you just as insane as you were driving him.

You feel the head of his cock tapping against you now, teasing the both of you by rocking himself against your clit. "You're tryna give me shit but you're this fuckin' wet? Bent over the desk and begging. Play tough all you want but you need me."

"Jesus Christ, Richie. Are you gonna keep running your mouth or fin- Oh!" He's cutting you off as you feel him push into you. The head of his cock barely tucked between your folds as you both adjust to the sensation. He's giving you a second before pushing in another in, letting the tip of him rest snug inside of you.

Richie's rubbing his hands over your ass, the texture difference between your smooth skin and the lace of your underwear driving him crazy. Fine, maybe he was clowning you at first but there's something so... Intimate about this. Or maybe you just already had him whipped and he was hopeless.

He's fucking into you just barely, fully content to play along if that’s what it took to finally find himself inside of you.

There’s a pounding on the door snapping you both out of it. Richie’s startled and accidentally sinking a few more inches into you, both of you fighting every urge to moan. “Dinner service starts in twenty! Finish up your paperwork and get out here!”

You're in the clear. No door handle jiggling, no one barging in.

Everyone knew you took some time right before dinner to ensure there were no missed allergies, reservations, and nothing running short. Everyone knew Richie would take off his suit jacket so it didn't smell like smoke before taking a few minutes out back to burn through some cig's. Splashing on cologne from his car before coming back in. They all probably assumed he was somewhere in that circuit out back.

But yet, here you two actually were.

The two of you stand there, still connected, in silence for a moment. Making sure the coast is clear before continuing this already risky game. Once a few seconds have passed, neither of you know quite what to do.

So you take the initiative.

Rolling your hips back and fucking yourself on the few inches Richie has managed to sink into you. His hands are on your ass now, pulling it apart so he can get a better look at the head of his cock slowly pushing in and out of you. Neither of you dare make too loud of a sound.

Your head falls forward, pressing your mouth against your upper arm to muffle any sounds that threaten to slip out when Richie pulls all the way back just to resink himself halfway in. It's a quick motion but the sound of him just barely gliding through your wetness was sinful. Richie's torn between throwing his head back and savoring the sensation or focusing on what's happening right in front of him, "Fuck you, gonna make me come like this." He's squeezing at the handfuls of your ass, fighting the urge to bury himself completely but knows that isn't your game for now.

You can feel his resolve breaking so you decide to prolong this game. Giving him a squeeze of your muscles around his cock before leaning all the way forward so Richie has to slide out of you. His jaw goes slack and you hear a breathless whine from behind you as he instantly wraps a fist around himself to keep the feeling going. Your underwear are getting put back in place, skirt being folded down as you grab a towel from the pile of clean laundry in the corner of the office and hand it to him with a smirk. "Use this to finish in, don't make a mess of your suit."

Richie can't decide if he loathes you or wants to kiss the ground you walk on. You lean up, letting your lips work his jaw for a moment as you feel the head of his cock press against your thigh while he continues to jack himself off. "Don't fuck up tonight and I'll let you come home with me."

You pull back, throwing him a wink before sneaking out of the office door to go clean yourself up before dinner service. Leaving Richie standing there fucking himself into a rag and laughing at the mess you've made of him.

[merakiui]

Mera if you answer any of these for our favorite yan fem!riddle I will be so grateful 🙏 (you can choose which you'd like to do ^^)

Cum, drive, dynamic, fantasy, hair, kink, orgasm, sexting, sounds, toys, turn ons

>_< im just obsessed with this little girl with the prettiest virgin pussy gawd she drives me crazyyy

AAAAAA I LOVE FEM RIDDLE!!!!! OTL doing all of them because it's what she deserves. <3 she is so (heart eyes *swoons*).

(nsfw asks)

cum — how long does it take to make them cum? do they have any kinks relating to cum? do they like when their partner(s) cum(s) inside them? do they like cumming inside their partner(s)? do they like when their partner(s) cum on any of their body parts? do they like cumming on any of their partner(s)' body parts?

Sometimes she's putty in your hands, falling apart just minutes after you've begun. In other cases, it might take time for her to reach her peak, but when she does it's always a relief. She loves nothing more than being beneath your fingertips or, when the roles are reversed, having you beneath her. Riddle does have preferences, though. If you have the ability to cum inside her, she's adamant that you wear protection because she doesn't want to get pregnant just yet. If not, she has no problems having you squirt or release on her face when she's going down on you. <3 it boosts her ego knowing you're enjoying yourself all because of her.

I think she'd enjoy grinding her bare pussy against your thigh the most. :)

drive — how high is their sex drive? are they hyposexual, hypersexual, or somewhere in between? does it change depending on the circumstance? how often do they have sex?

I think this one is dependent on the circumstance. Riddle is the type who doesn't allow herself to get so easily distracted, especially when she's so hyper-focused on her academic life, so her sex drive is very small, if not nonexistent. She does masturbate on occasion because she's read that it's a healthy stress reliever, but other than that she's as virgin as they come. But when she's horny, her sex drive is insatiable, most notably when she's thinking of you or if she's with you in person.

dynamic — are they dominant? do they like to be dominated? how do they show their dominance? how do they show their partner(s) they want to be dominated? are they more versatile or does it depend on the context/their partner(s)?

I imagine Riddle's a switch who can play either role pretty well. But if she really wants you or has been obsessively pining for too long then she's more likely to be dominant. Sometimes it's nice to lie back and let you do the work, to be dominated by you, but other times she wants to be the one to service you, to have you grabbing at the sheets, crying out in pure pleasure.

Riddle's possessive, especially if you're one of her closest friends, and so she'll want to find little ways to mark you as hers. Maybe that's leaving hickeys or lipstick prints in obvious places, or maybe it's getting matching jewelry or other accessories to show that the both of you have a connection of some sort.

Riddle has a lot of pride, but she'll throw that away if it means you can top her in the bedroom. <3 she wants nothing more than to be beneath you.

fantasy — do they have any sexual fantasies they'd like to try out? have they ever gotten to act on a sexual fantasy?

Aside from a few bdsm fantasies she's had (blindfolding and tying you up, restraining you, using a riding crop on you, etc etc), Riddle would love nothing more than to kiss you sloppy (or for sapphic context,,, eat you out). Perhaps one day she'll have a chance to do all of these things. If you aren't together, that is. All she can do is fantasize.

hair — do they shave or wax? do they let their hair grow out?

She shaves just enough to suit her own personal preferences. That is, she isn't totally bare down there. She has some hair; just not enough to cover her folds entirely.

kink — what are their kinks? do they have a primary kink? are there any kinks they'd be interested in trying? are there any kinks they don't like or aren't interested in trying?

>:) it wouldn't be Riddle without the secret/not-so-secret bdsm kink. She's always been secretly fascinated with bdsm and, now that she's away at college and has time to actually research it without the risk of getting caught, she's found an even deeper appreciation for it.

Alongside that, she'd like to try role-playing all kinds of things with you. Her imagination runs wild when she allows it to, so there are plenty of exciting scenes she has in mind for you and her.

While she isn't rushing to try everything and anything, that doesn't mean she isn't willing to experiment. Riddle's curious about pet play and would like to try it one day if you're willing. It's in her nature to play cautious, especially if she isn't certain of your feelings (if you're not in a relationship), and so she'll keep most of her interests to herself.

Cuckolding is the most no-go kink for her. She wants to keep you all to herself. Why would she ever want to share you with someone else? Even just imagining you with another person, whether romantically or sexually or both, makes her sick. You're hers.

orgasm — how would their partner(s) know if they orgasm? what is their orgasm reaction like? are they sensitive after having an orgasm? what is the most effective way to get them to quickly orgasm?

She gets glassy-eyed when she reaches her peak, tears beading on her lash line. Also, she clenches down so hard. Whether that's around your dick/dildo/fingers/etc, her walls cling impossibly tight. She's so sensitive before and after. Her rosy lips part ever so slightly as she throws her head back and grabs at the sheets. If you want to get her to orgasm quickly, all you really need to do is mouth at her neck, grind your thumb down against her clit, or pinch her nipples between your fingers, and she's gone. Clit stimulation is her favorite. <3

sexting — do they like sexting their partner(s)? do they ever send nudes? do they like receiving nudes? do they find sexting more or less difficult/fun than curating sexual experiences in real life? are they any different while sexting than they are during real life sexual experiences?

The idea is appealing, if only because then she would have pictures of you on her phone, just within her reach, whenever she wishes. Riddle finds the idea of sexting to be a great temptation. Maybe you already send pictures of your ootd and Riddle wonders if you'll inevitably send her a swimsuit photo or other outfits that reveal skin. Not that she absolutely needs these photos (she craves them); she'll see you in all kinds of outfits if you have the type of friendship where you don't mind changing or trying on clothes in close proximity.

Still, the idea of phone sex and sexting opens up all kinds of avenues for fun. Riddle contemplates it fondly while she watches you type away at your phone. Perhaps one day...

sounds — what sounds do they make during sex? do they laugh a lot during sex? are they chatty during sex?

She gasps and whines. Soft, sweet moans that make you think of dainty dolls or clouds. Sometimes her moans are wanton and impossibly lewd, and other times they're so subdued they're but a whisper. Riddle's always so cute when she's caught up in the throes of pleasure. She'll chat if there's a means for it (such as, if the two of you are engaged in a scene and exchanging dialogue to set the mood), but most of the time (if she's topping) it's one-sided chatter. Things like praise and sweet nothings twined with the occasional (lighthearted) insult.

toys — do they own sex toys? how often do they use them? do they prefer using them on themselves or their partner(s)?

She has a riding crop (which she used to insist was just a spare from Equestrian club, but that's a lie), lace blindfolds, all kinds of gags, collars, etc. She doesn't use any of them. They simply sit in a box, stowed away in secret. She'd prefer to use them on you more than anything.

She owns a dildo, vibrator, strap-on. She starts shopping for very specific toys once she's officially Down Bad for you. Riddle doesn't masturbate very often (it can be difficult to find time when she's so busy), but she does make sure to set aside time to do just that. Or, if she's too distracted or horny to focus on work, she'll break to touch herself to thoughts of you. :) the vibrator sends her over the edge faster than the you in her daydreams can confess.

[sleazysquid]

Strangers On A Train (Dabi x Reader)

Anon Asks: If requests are still open, some filthy Dabi breeding kink plz 🥺💕💕 love your work !!!

Hi anon! Glad you’re here! Sorry this took a while!!! I hope you like what I’ve come up with <3 I feel like his breeding kink is mostly empty promises meant to keep you leashed to him. Someone he just plucked out of society wouldn’t know any better than to believe whatever he says. I felt like I needed the right inspiration to hit in order to write since this is just so delicious, and I think I found it in the form of an old adult film a friend told me about one time. I wish I knew the title of it, but without further ado, here’s a mean Dabi with a disgusting breeding kink ;)

Word Count: 1.1k

Tags/Warnings: (focuses on real themes, dark content), chikan, fem reader, noncon, sex with no prep, breeding kink, creampie, mentions of pregnancy, misogyny, very light yan themes if you squint

It starts off with a tired day. Whether you’re busy at work, hungover after a party or whatever. The long journey home has just started, and you thankfully found a seat after the first stop. Almost immediately after sitting, you’ve found yourself nodding off on the train. The quiet hums of the cart rustling you back and forth gently, it’s beckoning you, eye lids getting heavier and heavier, the announcer overhead growing more faint as your brain shuts down slowly. A sudden jolt of adrenaline kicks in as a hustle of people pack into your cart like sardines. A peculiar man boards, standing across from where you sit. He’s scarred from head to toe with raven black hair and roughed up clothing that’s been torn up in a few areas.

You two exchange short lived eye contact. A courteous smile is extended on your part as more humans pack into the train and obstruct your view of him. The doors close, the next stop is heard over the radio, the train sputters to a rolling start. You look up to haphazardly observe your surroundings, a pregnant woman is standing with her fingers gripped tightly around the handle vertical from you, the train jostling her around with ease.

“Ma’am,’ you whisper,

“You can take my seat if you’d like”

She smiles politely and whispers back “thank you” as you switch spots with her, passengers already taking it upon themselves to stare at the two of you. Despite whispering, you’re still technically being disruptive by social standards.

Heavy eyelids come back to pester you again, even when you’re standing with white knuckles around the strap. You’re not quite aware of your surroundings, your mind is just coasting through trying to get to the last stop as best as you can. The world around you focuses in and out as you drift through phases of consciousness. Such a sluggish feeling, so sluggish you don’t notice the scarred man you smiled at earlier has moved from where he initially stood on the train. Chest against your back, you can feel his soft rugged breathing as he leans closer into you, taking advantage of every bump the train tends to make.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, the will to fight off the urge to sleep strengthens as you’re now hyper aware of your surroundings, and particularly, interpreting if this man has any ulterior motives. Your feelings are confirmed almost immediately as the man rests a hand on your hip, dry humping against your ass. The grinding motion of his clothed cock teasing you slowly, against your will, your heart flutters in conjunction with your body tremors with the hot stare, his cerulean eyes watching every bounce and jiggle of your body in such an observant and petulant manner. He leans into your figure further, nose brushing against your goosebump ridden neck, inhaling your scent.

“Are you aware of the declining birthrate that’s infecting our country as we speak?” His gruff voice whispers against your skin.

“Sir—“ you turn to look at the perpetrator, shocked at his disgusting comments.

“—Shhhhh!!” A patron hushes you. Suppose you already had your free pass to speak when you gave up your seat, any more noise and you’d rather not have the entire train agree to kick you off for making more of an issue. You’re baffled at the lack of empathy your fellow passengers have for you, much more quick to dismiss than to bring light a conflict.

The hand that once took purchase on your hips slowly creeps upward underneath your shirt, cupping the swell of your breast and squeezing down hard before pinching and rolling your nipple between his calloused dirty fingers.

“See that woman over there? That you so graciously offered your seat to? Why don’t you fulfill your duty and help the birth rate” he hisses delicately over the shell of your ear as his lips press against the soft flesh.

The others surrounding you notice your predicament, but choose to either avert their eyes or keep staring at the spectacle he’s causing.

“We’re getting off on the next stop. Say anything and you’ll be burnt to a crisp on the spot, understand?”

The low rumble of his voice causes a shiver down your spine as you nod nervously to his demands. As the announcement came to a head, he ushers you off the train, stapled hands keeping the firm grasp on your hips. He’s dangerously close behind you, guiding you down an unknown road that leads to a dark disheveled apartment. You’re greeted by beer cans and empty cartons of cigarettes scattered around a single stained twin sized mattress.

Each article of clothing is pawed off in a disordered manner, he can’t seem to keep his hands or his mouth off you. A shoe here, a shirt there, you’re stripped down to the bare nude hastily before being pushed onto the dirty mattress. The scarred man stays pretty much clothed, opting more for convenience on his part by pulling out his hardened cock. Cigarette butts cling to your back as you’re nearly crushed by his full weight, slotting himself between your legs and leaving no warning for bottoming out inside you completely.

Beer cans clink and roll off the bed with how hard he’s fucking you into the mattress. He doesn’t let up, keeping himself sheathed for as long as possible. Your eyes glaze over with tears rolling down the sides of your face, mind desperately trying to dissociate, but between the jolts of pain, pleasure begins to bloom ever so slightly, but nothing that comes to fruition. The villain’s moans get louder, more whiny, his movements are more erratic.

A hand moves up to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him, “Yeah you want me to get it all inside and keep you here tied down to me forever? That’s what you’re doing to me looking at me with those beautiful wet eyes. Your pussy’s too tight and too pretty to not fill up.” He sucks in air through his teeth.

Fear hits the pits of your stomach, “No, no… No please don’t”

He brandishes a smile, bright blue eyes staring deep into your squirming form. Not another word is exchanged from either of you, thrusts coming to a sloppy piston as this stranger fills your womb to the brim with potent seed. His mouth slightly ajar, crazed eyes now half-lidded with a his hand wrapped around your neck, heat radiating from the palm, a vague threat of burning you beyond recognition. This is your life now, no longer the strangely beautiful mundane work-home rut you once resented.

[robogart]

Just want to say a really big thank you for everyone's patience over these past few days since I've been responding to a lot of asks with the Shadowheart piece. I honestly wasn't prepared to get the amount of inbox attention (was prepared for maybe a little but not this much!) and I also wasn't prepared to be so ready to respond to everything either - actually responding back to haters is equally liberating (as a former people-pleaser) and exhausting! But while I didn't respond to everyone's sweet asks, and especially the kind comments beneath asks - PLEASE know that I've read them all!! I wish there was a like feature on tumblr so you could know I've seen it and I really appreciated the kindness and support with everything! It's been an absolute trip this past weekend and it really means a lot to me - thank you all so much!! 🥺🙏💖💖💖

I'm going to be getting back into the grind this week with work things, so hopefully that will make me less hyper-focused to respond to things on here as well so everyone can have a break!

But I do know that I have been sort of putting myself in the line of fire by responding to rude messages - but I also hope you understand that I wanted to respond because I felt the need to stand up for myself. I tend to roll over on hurtful things a lot and I just wasn't having it this time - I hope you all understand. 🙏💕💖

Anyways - can't wait to share more work with you all here soon! Take care of yourselves and thank you all again for your patience and support!! I'm honestly so grateful! 🥺🙏💖💖💖

[myswimminglightcollector]

Double first posts!

About me:

35

I'm nervouse I'll add more here later.

This whole page is me expecting to just be horny into the void, But feel free to message

minors, do not interact with me

Hard limits:

Scenes in front of a public that did not consent.

Scat in mouths.

Idk, I'm sure you'll find others.

Rebuilding the feed

My Tumblr feed use to be full of women being objectified and used and degraded; hogties, being pissed on, kneeling in front of me and being subservient.

Don't get me wrong, this is still what I think about when I'm grinding myself against my vibrator for an hour plus a day.

But now I'm focusing on what I actually want more.

A man

Gooning for hours over people in situations you envy just doesn't seem like a good use of time anymore.

My former Dom

Wouldn't even let me cum half the time I asked. I'm hyper sexual, he knew this. He would focus me on keeping my home clean, self-care, being generally productive. I NEED that in my life. I need discipline.

I crave it.

I want a man whose not afraid to tell me no. Who is not afraid to spank me, a full grown woman who hates spanking, as often as I need it.

I can be a fucking brat. 😬

A man who is not put off by my desire to break rules and can make it very clear to me I won't be getting away with it. A man who can tell the difference between depravity and discipline.

I want to be HIS.

I want to be his cock-warmer. His fuck hole. I want to be worthy of these things and know that I have earned my place at his feet. To be kept humble, to feel second to him.

I need a man to..

Recognize that I need his guidance to make the most of life and push me to achieve things I never thought possible while ensuring I stay his humble and subservient little girl at his feet.

So, no more depravity on Tumblr?

Well, we'll see what my feed evolves into.

But for now I'm removing things I think my ideal Dom/partner would find objectionable.

Bdsm involving nudity

CNC involving nudity

Any uncensored woman wearing less clothing than a diaper and T-shirt.

Misogynist captions involving nudity

You know, basic Tumblr shit.

I'm very Bi, but most of my attraction to women in these photos is imaging being in the same position. My head is already full of scenes like this, it's just not productive to get stuck in a gooning feedback loop.

Censored?

Yes. Though I'm not the target audience of most of the content, the idea of getting off to pixelated women really triggers my desire to be denied and controlled by a man.

Diapers?

I'm not really into ABDL, but I'm a bit of a DL at times. And, I'm a slut, so I would dive happily into the AB side if a Dom in my life wanted to me too.

Diapers are a very simple way of constantly admitting that I am not in control of myself, and I have given that control over to others on occasion .

What does that leave for a Tumblr feed whose only purpose is to get me off?

Um, not much 😅 LOL

Right now it's a lot of women in diapers. Which just remind me I'm not in control. Censored women with weird captions like 'jerk it to my belly button'. And hot men in any state of undress often with their cock out or thinly concealed.

I like it so far!

As someone who almost exclusively sleeps with men, I was getting off to too much pussy. It's easy to end up there on Tumblr.

So many diapers. Maybe I need to cut back? I haven't seen a photo of a woman in panties in a week. It just seems normal now for us to give control over to our men, or the idea of them at least.

My horny brain defaults to not being in control now more than ever.

Though seeing only a clearly bikini clad hottie with only her belly button uncensored after a week has me far more aroused than I would have ever thought.

And when one of the few just straight male eye-candy blogs I follow scrolls into view I open my legs and I get off to the idea of being his.

[altheterrible]

Vindicated (I'm not selfish, I'm not wrong)

I’m not sure how long I’ve been dealing with right shoulder pain and instability, but I remember it was already a known, old issue when I started working at the museum in September 2022. So let’s say it’s been 18 months. It’s probably been longer, but my memory is shit.

When I first mentioned it to a doctor in late summer 2022, she told me to take up weightlifting to strengthen my rotator cuff and help with weight loss (a problem for which I was not seeking advice). She did not offer specific advice to help me do that, and then shortly thereafter, she left for a different practice out west. I got switched to a different doctor, who failed to send a referral to PT for three months despite several reminders. When she transferred to another office in December 2022, I was blessedly assigned to my current doctor, who both listens to me and sends referrals and prescriptions out in a prompt manner. He had me in PT by the end of January.

I worked on my shoulder in PT until mid-April, when insurance refused to pay for more sessions, citing that my condition was stable. This was true, I did hit a plateau in my progress then--but my arm still hurt constantly, I could still feel what felt like bones shifting around when I moved, my range of motion was bad, and my shoulder would still “slip out” and lock up a few times a day, leaving me unable to lift my arm higher than my chest. Still, insurance said if I wanted more PT, I needed to see an orthopedic specialist and get a diagnosis that would qualify me for more sessions.

Seeing an ortho took a few weeks. I eventually got into a community orthopedics clinic at the end of May. The doctor I saw there was hyper focused on my weight and my self-harm scars, which he mentioned several times AND wrote about in my chart. He diagnosed me with “too fat and out of shape to lift her own arm,” essentially. He said all I needed was to keep doing the home exercises I’d been given in PT to strengthen my rotator cuff and soon I’d be all better. He said I didn’t need more imaging.

So I did those fucking exercises all summer. And yet, nothing improved. In fact, the pain and instability increased. It felt like my shoulder was becoming dislocated upwards of 20 times a day, leaving me unable to move my arm without severe pain. Whenever it happened, I’d have to physically push on my collar bone to get my arm working again. All summer and into the fall I muttered “my insurance company says I’m fine” every time I had to fix my shoulder, take OTC painkillers (that I’m not supposed to use because of my kidney function), or couldn’t sleep because of pain.

My insurance company’s treatment plan didn’t work out, surprisingly. I repeatedly found myself in tears due to the pain that simple motions cause me. My shoulder ached at a constant 4-5 on the pain scale, and the pain radiated into my collar bone, my top rib, and down to my wrist. If I moved my arm wrong, I’d drop what I was holding. I started walking around just constantly shaking my arm trying to get the joint to settle in a less painful way. There was no less painful way.

My primary doctor finally took pity on me in September and ordered the MRI that the ortho didn’t think I needed. It took 3 months to get an appointment. Three more months of grinding pain, tears caused by simple motions, and frustration at my useless body. Three more months of telling myself to toughen up and stop being a baby. Three more months of people rolling their eyes because I was being so dramatic about “a little joint pain.”

Well, I  finally got in for my scan Wednesday. The results posted Thursday morning.

The MRI that ortho did not think I needed showed the following: 

Superior tear of the right shoulder labrum.

Posterior tear of the right shoulder labrum.

Anterior tear of the right shoulder labrum.

AC joint degeneration.

Fluid in the AC joint. 

Tendinopathy in 2 tendons of the rotator cuff.

The labrum is what keeps the shoulder joint stable. Mine is torn in 3 places. Which means, all these months I’ve been saying, “It feels like my shoulder is dislocating constantly and the bones are grinding together”, they WERE. That is EXACTLY what has been happening. The bones that make up my shoulder joint are so loosely connected that they are slipping all over the place, causing injury to nearby muscles, tendons, and ligaments. 

For 18 months. At least.

I now have an urgent appointment scheduled with an orthopedic surgeon, because I might need surgery. Physical activity is a no-go until I’ve been evaluated and cleared for PT, and PT has to be done  incredibly carefully if I can even do it.

I’ve been actively trying to get this taken care of for a year, during which I’ve been in constant, grinding pain, sleep deprived due to being woken up all night by pain, and damaging my kidneys by taking the forbidden NSAIDs. I’ve made changes to my wardrobe--I wear front close bras only, now. I’ve changed how I sleep--used to sleep on the right side, now it's the left side only. 

And all of this could have been avoided if someone had taken me seriously last September.

Which is infuriating.

But also. The VINDICATION I feel.

I want to rub my MRI in the face of every person who rolled their eyes at me for “whining about a little joint pain.” I want to staple it to the forehead of the doctors who told me I just needed to lose weight. I want to put in on my refrigerator and point to it every time my sister implies I’m being dramatic or lying when I say I can’t do something, like put dishes on the top shelf or carry a heavy box.

Fuck all of them. Fuck every person who told me “just take some Aleve and get over it, it’s just joint pain, welcome to getting older.” Fuck every person who expected 100% from me on days my arm bones were grinding together and I had pain radiating to my wrist and my sternum. 

Including me! Fuck me and my stupid need to persevere! I’ve pushed myself so hard the last year, because “I’m not going to let a little pain stop me!” even though “a little pain” sometimes had me crying and stopping would have prevented that. Yeah, I was failed by a lot of doctors, but I think it’s also partly my own fault that the damage is as bad as it is--I should have set more boundaries and had the backbone to listen to what my body was saying instead of people pleasing and trying not to make waves.

Fuck grinning and bearing it. Fuck putting up with pain because it’s easier for everyone else. Fuck doubting myself and taking the word of doctors over my own lived experiences. Doctors know medicine. I know how much this pain is affecting me. If we worked together, imagine what we could accomplish! 

Yeah.

On a different note, I have more pictures of the inside of me.

Gross.

[wordsandrobots]

I've been thinking about this all week and bearing in mind this is not my area of expertise at all, I think the answer is broadly: kinda?

Gundam as a whole isn't usually Cyberpunk, though I think it fits into the same post-New Wave sci fi trends from which Cyberpunk originated (I'm not sure how to speak about that globally given what a Western/English-language phenomenon the New Wave was; however Tomino certainly shares motivation with a lot of writers who are categorised under the New Wave, given his rejection of techno-optimism and greater focus on human-level conflict). Cyberpunk is a far more ground-level sub-genre, rooted primarily in decaying hyper-capitalist near-futures. Gundam tends to have more to say about nationalism than corporatism and situates itself in times of extreme upheaval, rather than the day-to-day grind. A few specific side-stories aside, it's not very noir-inspired, either and it's wedded to a lot of power-fantasy stuff I'm fairly sure Cyberpunk stands in opposition to. It feels like its core structure as Teenage Military Sci-Fi generally disqualifies it from falling under this particular umbrella, whatever other elements it incorporates and however much it may problematise that structure.

That being said, I think you're right about Iron-Blooded Orphans in the sense it's the closest Gundam has come so far. The things IBO concerns itself with, the kinds of people it focuses on, and the theme of societal roots to inequality in a high-tech world are all definitely what I'd expect to see in Cyberpunk. Further, the mafia-drama elements mean the story is far closer to Cyberpunk than is normal for the franchise. However, we don't really spend much time on the 'street-level' of the setting (Moon Steel and Urdr Hunt get closer to this, a bit) and it's kind of . . . there's a strong focus on aesthetic and culture in Cyberpunk that IBO largely lacks. It's easy to imagine being there, off-screen, but the story isn't concerned with exploring it. Most of the cast are in uniform, all the time, and work as an ensemble rather than 'one loner going down mean streets'. Bluntly, I don't think it has the specific feel/vibe of a Cyberpunk story, despite the obvious commonalities in how it envisions its setting.

For my money, the two other mainline entries that manage to be similarly Cyberpunk-adjacent are Gundam 00 (at least for its initial run it's recognisably near-future, it seeks to ground itself somewhat in the real world and in normal people, and it contains elements of AI/personhood debates with respect advanced digital tech) and Witch from Mercury (which has the aesthetics, despite being profoundly uninterested in interrogating them or using them as anything other than set-dressing).

Ironically, I suspect the Build Fighters series probably falls more clearly into Cyberpunk than any of the mainline shows, but unfortunately, I haven't bothered to watch it so I can't make that argument with sufficient dark comedy.

[EDIT: realised immediately after posting this that the short version of it is: IBO is 'cyber' in the way Cyberpunk is, but it is not 'punk', and this applies broadly to the franchise as a whole.]

Does Iron-Blooded Orphans count as cyberpunk? I feel like it counts as cyberpunk.

[bbyquokka]

：🍡 ♡ . ⁺ ᘏ : stress relief

➥ pairings: Bang Chan x fem!reader

➥ genre: idol!au | smut | MDNI

➥ synopsis: chan is feeling stressed at work, so you pay him a visit to help him 'relax'

➥ warnings: smut | penetration | cock warming | clit stimulation | fingering | pet names [pup, babe, baby] | grinding

➥ words: 2.7k

➥ chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin

➥ tags: @lix-ables | @sstarryoong | @ipegchangbin | if you wished to be tagged in this mini series, lemme know

➥ m.list – ➥ cock warming m.list – ➥ you can also read it on my ao3

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

you [20:07]: i miss you 🥺

Chan [20:07]: i miss u too babe. sorry, work is just hectic rn 😞

you [20:08]: when will u be home? 

Chan [20:08]: in an hour or so. shouldn't be too long babe. 

you [20:10]: okay. i love you 💘

Chan [20:11]: i love you too pup 🖤

An hour had passed and there was no sign of Chan. Your guess is that he got so caught up in his work, he lost track of time. It's pretty common for him to do that. When Chan gets lost in his work, he zones out. He disregards his needs, forgets where he is. He becomes hyper focused, which can be worrying.

Chan is the type of person to want to get things done on time, however, he is a perfectionist. He always has been from day one. Being in the spotlight has only made it worse.

You and his members have told him countless times that he should always take care of himself. He does, for a while, then he falls back into his bad habits. Comeback season is the worst for chan. The build up to it, the countless photoshoots, the endless hours of shooting music videos plus performing on stage – it's no wonder Chan becomes so stressed.

You know he loves his job. You also know he adores STAYS and would do anything to please them. However, what he fails to notice is that he cannot keep doing this. Being his girlfriend, you've had enough of seeing your boyfriend fail to care for himself. He always scolds you for skipping one meal or not drinking enough water, so now, it's your turn.

You picked up your phone bringing up your contacts list. You scrolled through, stopping at Changbin's contact. Pressing the green call button, you put your phone to your ear. It rang a few times, before changbin picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Changbin! It's y/n."

"Oh, hey y/n. everything okay?" Changbin spoke. His words sounding muffled, mouth full.

"Have you heard from Chan?" the sounds of noodles being slurped ran down your ear, making you shiver and cringe a little.

"Uh. Not since I left him at the office, why?"

"He said he would be home in an hour." You sighed softly, running your fingers through your hair.

"Let me guess." Changbin paused, drinking his ramen broth. "He's not home?" 

"Mhm."

"He's probably still working then. If he's not with you or us, then he's probably still in the studio."

"Yeah." You sighed again. "That's what I thought."

"He was pretty stressed out when me and Ji were there. Thinking about it, he's been in a foul mood all day."

"He seemed a bit off this morning too. I wonder if the stress of the comeback is getting to him." You thought out loud. 

"Probably. We all know what Chan is like during this time. He snapped at me suddenly."

"What?" Your eyes widen a little in disbelief. It's very rare for Chan to suddenly snap at someone, it's hard to get Chan angry regardless. So hearing that he snapped at his close friend indicated that he is stressed beyond belief.

"Yeah. It shocked me and Ji. Think he even shocked himself to be fair. He did apologize but it's not like Chan."

"Yeah, it's not." You mumbled. "I think I'm going to go see him. This is unacceptable. I can't have him acting like this."

"Hey, if he's going to listen to someone, then it's going to be you for sure." Changbin chuckled. 

"Do you know if he has eaten or?"

"Mhm, probably not since lunch time." 

"That's what I thought. I best get going then. Go convince the boyfriend to at least take a break." You groaned softly, walking to your shared bedroom.

"Chan and breaks? Yeah, good luck with that y/n." Changbin chuckled with a mouthful of rice.

"Thanks, I'll need it. Enjoy your meal, Changbin." You laughed softly before hanging up. You changed into something more comfortable and warm, considering that the nights are getting colder, you felt like it wasn't a smart idea to go out in a vest and shorts.

Grabbing your winter coat and shoes along with your purse, you walked out of your shared apartment, locking the door before making your way to the supermarket.

Knowing that Chan hasn't eaten or drank anything for hours, angered you slightly. Sometimes, you wish he learnt how to look after himself, be a little selfish and make himself priority number one. But no matter how many times you – or the members – scold him, he never listens.

You grabbed some microwaveable rice and ramen along with some snacks and water that claims it's 'packed full of vitamins and minerals.' Paying for your little shop, you headed to the JYP building.

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The streets are fairly calm and collected, with the occasional passer-by's and cars. The night sky was clear, giving you a glimpse of the shining stars. It was a full moon tonight, much to your liking. The moonlight shone on the pavement giving you more lighting than the streetlamps.

You stopped to take a quick snap at the moon and stars, smiling softly as you looked at it. Feeling the tips of your fingers quickly freezing up, you put your phone away, placing your hands in your pockets.

The air is icy. A chill so cold it made the hairs on your arms stand up. Your breath shows every time you exhale. You soon arrived at the building. Making yourself known at reception, they happily let you through. You made your way to Chan's room, taking your coat as the stark contrast from the cold chill to the warmth was evident.

You knocked on the door, waiting a few seconds for permission. When you received nothing, you frowned, knocking again – nothing.

"Chan?" You spoke, slowly opening the door. You peeked your head out looking around. A small lamp provided minimal light compared to the harsh light radiating off his laptop screens. Your gaze fell on a very stressful looking Chan. 

His brows furrowed together, stress lines evident on his forehead. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, chewing slightly – a bad self taught habit of his. His eyes flickering all over his laptop screen, fingers working their magic. 

You closed the door quietly, noticing the headphones on his head over the hood of his hoodie. Makes sense why he didn't hear you knock. With a heavy sigh, Chan fell back in his seat. The seat rocking from the impact as he rubbed his tired face with his hands before taking his headphones off.

"Knock knock." You spoke softly. Chan jumped, startled at the sudden voice. He looked at you, face softening.

"Hey pup!" You walked towards Chan, throwing your coat on the sofa behind him. You placed your plastic bag on his desk.

"Hey baby." You placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently. Chan swiveled in his chair to face you, opening his legs wide enough for you to stand between them.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned, planting his hands on your hips softly.

"Well, you said you would be home in an hour. The hour is up, so I came to see you instead. Plus–" You opened the plastic bag, taking out the grocery's you bought, placing them one by one on his desk. "I bought you dinner. Changbin told me you haven't eaten since lunch!" 

Chan looked up at you sheepishly, feeling guilty. You folded your arms, eyebrows raised as you looked down at him.

"You can't keep doing this, babe. You have to take care of yourself! It's important! You always preach to me about it, so why can't you?"

"I'm sorry pup. It's just, I get so lost in work that I simply forget. Plus, I feel so stressed out right now."

"Yeah. Changbin told me you snapped at him earlier." Chan looked down at the mention of taking his frustration out on his friend. You sighed softly, pulling his head into you, resting it on your stomach.

"Babe I love you and all but you have to learn to take a break." 

"I can't afford breaks right now." Chan mumbled, nuzzling his face into your stomach. He inhaled your sweet scent, humming softly.

"I get that but you don't work well under stress, babe." You stroked his hair softly, looking down at him.

"I know." 

"So, whilst I'm here, take a break! I haven't seen you all day so I want to spend some time with you." You pouted. Chan nodded.

"Okay, I will take a break. When it's over, I have to finish this though. You can go home afterwards though."

"Hell no! I'm staying. I'll sit on the sofa and be as quiet as a mouse. You won't even know I'm here." You grinned.

Chan did indeed take that break. You convinced him to eat and drink something before he continued on with his work. You were lounging on the sofa, browsing through your phone.

The occasional sigh would leave his lips, the stress slowly creeping its way back. You soon got bored of your phone, placing it down beside you. You decided to watch Chan work, your eyes traveling up and down his body.

The way his legs spread open under the desk, hand wrapped around the mouse, his tendons moving with every click of the mouse. The sleeves of his hoodie rolled up to his elbows. His veins protrude on his arms, the way his muscles flexed with every movement. You couldn't help your thoughts from getting filthy. 

You pressed your lips together in a thin line, eyes closing as your mind wandered into the unknown. Memories of when Chan would have his hand around your neck, fingers deep inside you, came flooding to you. His perfect, lean body hovering over you as his hips smacked against yours, body slick with sweat. His eyes focused on you and provided you with intense pleasure – fuck, when was the last time you two were intimate with each other? 

You know you shouldn't, you know Chan is stressed but you couldn't help the lust pooling in your core. You couldn't help but feel your panties slowly sticking to your skin due to your juices. You couldn't help but feel flush, besides, it's not your fault you have such a handsome boyfriend. 

You stood up off the sofa, slowly walking behind chan. You draped your arms over his shoulders, holding onto your wrist to lock him in. Chan took no notice of you, eyes glued to his screen as his fingers tapped away at the keyboard. You noticed his painted nails which only heightened your horny thoughts.

You leaned in, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. You inhaled his musk scent, heart pounding against your ribcage. You planted delicate kisses on the skin on his neck making Chan shiver. Smirking against his neck knowing he has finally become aware of you, you sucked and licked his neck.

A throaty groan rippled from his chest to the back of his throat, his hands frozen in place. You left purple bruises, feeling sorry for the scolding he was going to get from his make-up artist.

"Chan." You shakily spoke his name. Your skin heating up, cheeks flush as your needs escalate. "Chan, I need you." 

"Pup." Chan spluttered. "Not now, I'm busy." You squinted, walking to his side. He looked up at your rosy cheeks and glossy eyes, his cock twitching in his pants. 

"Please Chan. Just for a few minutes." You whined. "I need to feel your skin against mine. We haven't touched each other for so long, I'm craving you baby." 

Chan bit his lower lip softly, pushing his chair away from his desk, leaving enough room for you whilst making sure he could still reach his laptop.

"Fine." He mumbled. "But only for a few seconds.' You nodded, stripping yourself of your pants. You straddled Chan's lap, his hands on your waist gently. You held onto his shoulders, whimpering softly as you finally got to see your handsome man properly.

"So handsome." You purred, kissing up his neck slowly. Chan tilted his head to the side allowing more access for you. His hands moving from your waist to your ass, cupping it.

He spreads your cheeks, squeezing them roughly. His cock getting hard underneath you. You purposefully sat on his crotch, rocking your hips slowly. You moved from his neck to his lips, capturing them against your own.

The kiss was fuelled with need and desire, it only made you more horny. You desperately grasped onto Chan, not wanting to let go. Teeth and tongues collided with each other, saliva mixing together. laboured pants leaving your lips as you increase the speed of your grinding.

"Pup, I have to work." Chan grunted against your lips, pulling away slowly. You pouted.

"But Chan." You grabbed his hand, guiding it down into your panties. Chan shivered as his fingers came into contact with your wet pussy. He rubbed your clit slowly as a soft sigh left your lips. His technique made you want more, so much more than fingers. 

His fingers teasingly circled your entrance, fingers covering in your slick. You nuzzled into his neck, soft sighs hitting his skin. Whilst he was teasing your entrance and clit, his lips kissed your shoulder tenderly. He dipped a finger in your entrance, your walls welcoming him. Your essence and warmth coated his fingers as he thrusted it slowly.

You hummed softly, eyes closing. Soon, he added a second, scissoring and stretching you out. His fingers curled against your walls, stroking them with the sides of his fingers. Your pussy contacted and released around him, fingers getting soaked with each pull back.

"Chan, I need you." You pulled away from his neck, whimpering softly as you looked at your flushed boyfriend with glossy eyes.

"You have me, pup." He whispered.

"No. I need you." You slide your hand down to his crotch, squeezing his pulsating erection. Chan bucked his hips in your hand, grunting softly as he pulled his fingers out off your aching cunt.

"We can't, pup. I seriously have to work. We can when we get home." You whined at Chan, kicking your head back and groaning.

"I can't wait, Chan!" 

"You have to. I have to mix Jisung's vocals for this track before tomorrow so we can work on something else." His arms extended to the side of you, fingers tapping away at his keyboard again.

"Can you at least put it in?" Chan's fingers stopped, his eyes looking at you as you pouted. "Pleaseee. You'll feel relaxed and stress-free. Plus, I feel so empty, Chan. I can't wait till home to get filled by you." You gave him your best puppy eyes.

Chan groaned softly, nodding before resuming his work. You smirked, pulling his cock out off his restraints as you pulled your panties to the side. You grabbed his cock by the base, skin hot against your hand. You rubbed his tip up and down your slit, coating it in your essence. 

"Don't tease pup. If you want it in, do it now before I change my mind." Chan growled. You hummed softly, lifting your hips up before slowly sinking down on his cock.

You both groaned in unison. The warmth and wetness of your pussy along with the stretch was blissful to you both. You sunk all the way down, burying your head into his neck.

You kept still. The warmth of your pussy suffocated chan. Your walls involuntarily clenched around him, making him groan softly from the back of his throat. He could no longer concentrate on his work, his focus shifting to you.

His fingers hovered over the keys, hand stationary on his mouse. He had to squeeze his eyes shut, think of something other than your warmth and your soft laboured pants. He felt you grip onto his hoodie, bundling it up in your fists. "Focus Chan, you have to work." was all he could tell himself. 

He likes to think he has willpower, determination, but this was testing him and he's slowly failing. 

"I can't do this." he finally spoke, hands grabbed your ass as he stood from his seat, his cock still inside you. You giggled softly against his skin as he gently placed you on the sofa before towering over you. He placed his hands by your head before slowly thrusting. 

"You feel too good around me, pup. How am I supposed to concentrate on my work?"

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Blind Tiger - Kim Taehyung One Shot

Blind Tiger Pt. 1 | Blind Tiger Pt. 2

{Main Pairings:} Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Angst

{Summary:} Constant late hours in the office leads to turmoil in your relationship and growing suspicions of infidelity. How does it play out when confrontations lead to a night out in a hidden speakeasy?

{Warnings:} Alcohol, Themes of Infidelity, Grinding, Kissing Strangers, Heartbreak, Angst, Language

The distant hum of the living room television echoes through your ear drums as you focus your attention onto your grandma’s vintage grandfather clock. Your mind momentarily wanders back to the day you saved it from getting sold at the estate sale your family held after her passing. You are thankful to still have something of hers to comfort you during the lonely evenings in your apartment. You notice it’s almost a quarter past eight, the dinner you prepared is slowly cooling as the unoccupied dining room table haunts you with the reality of another meal gone bad. 

A long drawn out sigh escapes your lips as the slow rhythmic ticking of the clock gears 

 remind you that your boyfriend should’ve been back from work hours ago, leaving your anxieties to plummet into suspicions of his whereabouts. Your fingers gently tap against the LED display of your cell phone, the screen illuminating the atmosphere as you maneuver through the apps to find your voicemail.

The name on the screen causes a wave of sorrow to crash into you as Taehyung’s name reminds you of his delays. You hesitate as your fingers hover over his contact, wondering if you should click on the message once again to analyze the intention behind his voice. 

Click. 

“Hey, I'm gonna be a little late today. I got held up in a meeting again. I’ll be home for dinner.” 

The inexpressive tone of Taehyung’s voice serves as a reminder of just how often these types of voicemails end up flooding your inbox. I’ll be home for dinner, he said. You huff in annoyance as you glance towards the plates of untouched pasta gracing your dining room table. “So much for dinner.” 

A sickening feeling plagues the pit of your stomach as you swallow back the harsh reality of his possible whereabouts. Was he cheating on you? Was this his not-so subtle way of letting you know that he moved onto someone else? For a moment, the fear of him being injured in a car accident flashes through your mind, only for you to toss the notion aside given Taehyung made a nasty habit of arriving late. 

Pushing your insecurities aside, you gently stand from the soft comfort of your lounge chair, moving to retrieve the plates off the table in your best effort to reheat tonight’s meal. Your feet glide against the vinyl floors of your apartment, manipulating the dials on the oven in an attempt to salvage the effort you put into Taehyung’s favorite concoction. 

You let your worries fade as you turn your attention back on the television screen, glancing across the open concept design of your living space to focus on the latest news. Your hands work meticulously to scrape the wooden spoon against the plates, letting the remnants plop into the casserole dish as you swiftly place it back into the oven to reheat. You end up spotting a few dirty dishes peeking from the sink, knowing it would be the perfect task to preoccupy your racing thoughts. 

The warm water and suds aid in soothing your body as you become hyper focused on making sure all of the cups and silverware sparkled clean. Luckily, your tiresome worries end when a click of the door and the shuffling of clothes breaks you from your daze. 

“Taehyung?” Your voice is hushed as you process the manner in which you want to address him. Should you be concerned? Angry? Surely, he needs to explain himself for having such disregard towards you. 

He finally emerges from around the corner, still dressed in his work attire with his dark hair slicked back to aid in his professional appearance. His dress slacks hang deliciously on his hips as he adjusts the tie that was constricting around his neck. He tugs the fabric gently, shifting it from side to side as it loosens from his frame, allowing him more comfort. He turns his attention to the cuffs of his button-down shirt, undoing the fastener before rolling up his sleeves to expose the majority of his forearm. 

You couldn’t fight off your exasperation any longer, pressing your palms against your hips as your eyes narrowed in his direction. “Care to explain yourself?” You huff, your patience running thin after seeing his casual strides as if he wasn’t close to four hours late. 

“I left you a message.” He spoke plainly, no hint of emotion as he walks directly past you to retrieve a beer from inside the fridge. Was he actually serious right now? 

“Yeah, I got it. What happened to being home for dinner?” You protest, refusing to stand down from the bubbling irritation threatening to overflow. 

You hear a soft groan escape his lips, watching as he rolls his head back with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. The frustration was vividly plastered over his features as he shut the fridge with a loud thump. You could tell he was desperately trying to avoid another argument, something the pair of you had become way too familiar with in the past weeks. He was holding back from speaking his mind, moving to place his beer down on the counter beside him. 

“You’re right.” You couldn’t believe the words that cascade from his lips as he swiftly moves to wrap his arm around your torso, his fingers sprawled against your back as you felt your body crash against his. “I should’ve called again.” His voice is a seductive whisper as he leans in to ghost his breath against the shell of your ear, leaving a chill to crawl up your spine at his electrifying touch. “Let me make it up to you.” 

His palm slides down the fabric of your clothing as you feel it approach the small of your back, flirting dangerously low as his sights become hyper focused on squeezing the plump cheeks of your ass between his large hands. While your body relishes the heat of his touch, your mind couldn’t get past the worries of his previous whereabouts. 

Despite your desires to fall into his embrace, you step back, pressing your palms against his firm chest as you shoot him an unforgiving stare. “Are you serious? I wasted four hours waiting on you.” Your voice is harsher than you expect, watching his arousal shrink before you as he turns his attention back to his beer. “I had other shit to do.”

The sudden pop of the beer cap causes you to flinch slightly as you watch Taehyung lift the bottle to his lips. You pretend not to be mesmerized by the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down as the cooled alcohol trickles down his throat, his satisfied gasp draws your attention back from your lustful daze as he breaks free from his chug. 

You can feel the tension in his body as he presses forward, invading any sense of personal space you have remaining as his narrow stare pins you against a metaphorical wall. The intensity behind his gaze reminds you just how intimidating he was underneath his undeniably handsome features. “Don’t let me get in your way.” His dominant tone only fuels the fire blazing in your heart as you chew the flesh on the inside of your cheek to withhold from retaliating. 

Taehyung made his way towards the living room, facing the reality of another night spent with himself instead of with the woman he chose to come home to every night. The past few weeks caused turmoil as his late shifts sparked doubts in your subconscious about your relationship. While you felt untrusting of the man that inhabited your bed, he felt distant, lacking the sexual gratification he desired from his partner. His busy shifts and your anxieties only cause more hostility, leaving you both pondering another night in the absence of each other’s company. 

You watch as Taehyung sinks comfortably into the armchair, kicking his legs up to enjoy some television as you venture towards the bathroom . This night was just as disastrous as the last, leaving you with no other choice but to wash away your building sorrows in the comfort of a warm shower. 

—

The rich nutty scent of coffee wafts through the small cafe on the opposite side of the street from your apartment. The familiar smooth jazz music creates a relaxing familiar ambience as you glance over the overhead menu. The gentle chatter of voices surrounds the environment as you glance through the selections, debating on attempting something new or settling for your usual order. 

“Hey, Y/N. Good to see you.” A familiar barista waves you down with a warm smile as the customer ahead of you stepped to the side after completing their order. Your lips pull into a friendly smile as you step forward, eager for your fill of daily caffeine. “A small Iced Americano, right?” The perky blonde practically bounced with each step as she shifts to her side to grab a small cup from the display beside her. 

“Yup, you got it.” You admit, knowing that you ultimately end up ordering your typical drink selection; something this barista seemed to pick up on. Your eyes glance over the gloss enamel of her nametag, figuring that if she put in the effort to remember your name, you might as well return the favor. “Thanks, Brittney.” 

“My pleasure. That’ll be $2.46.” Her voice was friendly and welcoming, a clear indication that she enjoyed her early shifts at the cafe, eager to serve guests and provide excellent service. It was a nice change from the usual bland greetings of the other baristas. A few taps on your phone screen allow you to pull up your apple wallet, tapping your device against the payment terminal as a low chime indicates a successful transaction. 

“Have a good day!” You return a nod alongside similar well wishes as you move towards the pickup counter in the back of the establishment, your eyes dropping back to your phone screen as you eagerly seek out the possibility of a text from Taehyung. The lack of notifications causes your smile to fade, thoughts of the turmoil in your relationship resurfacing as you tuck the device into the back pocket of your jeans. 

Your gaze returns to the employees behind the counter manipulating a variety of espresso machines, coffee grinders, and milk frothers as you watch them work diligently to fulfill the orders of each awaiting customer. Their movements seem delayed as your mind wanders back to the previous evening, recalling the animosity that filled your bed as yourself and Taehyung slept on opposite ends of your king sized bed, turned away from one another as if you were both trying to make a point to the other. 

You end up dwelling on the fact that he didn’t even kiss you goodbye before embarking on his daily commute to work, leaving you with an empty feeling of abandonment that just didn’t sit right. You want nothing more than to call him and get him to come home, eager for a night tucked into the comfort of his embrace. However, the chilling reality of his late nights and vague explanations for his whereabouts only spark fears of infidelity. 

The sudden jolt of hands gripping your shoulders causes a squeak of surprise to escape your lips as you spin against your heel to locate the cause of the disturbance. You sigh as your eyes settle upon the familiar smile of your best friend, Jimin, thankful for the radiant smile beaming back at you. 

A playful chuckle escapes his lips from the success of spooking you once again, something he often attempted as he moves to wrap his arms around your torso, hugging you to his chest. You roll your eyes, gently slapping him against the arm as you turn your attention back to the baristas. “Seriously, Jimin?” You groan, unable to help the giggle that bubbles in your throat. 

“Hey, It’s not my fault you’re such a scaredy cat.” Jimin teases, gently bumping his shoulder against yours to throw you off balance. 

“I’m not a scaredy cat.” You begin to protest, seeing him give you a questioning glare before you decide to give up on your task of defending your honor. 

He chuckles once again before an iced americano was placed against the pick up counter. “Whatever you say, Y/N.”

“Iced Americano for Y/N.” You gently lean forward to grab your coffee, making quick work to grab a straw before turning to face Jimin. 

You start making your way towards a booth nestled towards the back wall of the cafe, sliding into the cushioned seat as the dim lighting fixture above you provides a tranquil glow to match the relaxing soundscape of the location. Jimin smoothly slides into the seat across from you, lacing his fingers together and placing his palms on the counter as if awaiting important news. “So? You said you needed to talk. What’s up?” 

The joy you felt from Jimin’s presence seemed to drift away as a wave of all of your anxieties crash against you, your facial expressions pulling into a subconscious pout that was vividly displayed for your best friend to witness. 

“Hey, Y/N? What is it?” He could see the rosy tint of your cheeks become a pale complexion of worry, his muscles tensing up in discomfort at the sight of you so visibly upset. 

You tuck your bottom lip into your teeth, gently gnawing at the flesh as you nervously decide whether to share the recent developments of your relationship, fearing that if you were to speak your worries, they would somehow become true. “Taehyung.” It was the only word you managed to speak as the reality of your thoughts sent a chill down your spine. “I think Taehyung’s…I think he’s sleeping around.” 

Silence falls across your booth as Jimin stares at you with wide eyes. “What? Like cheating?” He gapes, stunned to hear the words leave your lips. You and Taehyung had been together for over a year and this was the first he ever heard of any complications in your relationship. 

Over the past few months, your time together significantly decreased given that you had accepted a new position at your job, requiring you to work on the days you typically had off together. Meanwhile, Taehyung received a promotion, which in turn suspiciously turned into multiple recurring late night delays, and sudden business trips on the weekends. The changes in your careers caused your quality time to diminish, leaving you both hungry for the other’s attention and affection. 

Recently Taehyung spent most of his time at the office, leaving for his commute early in the morning and returning late at night only to relax for an hour or so before going to sleep to start it all over again the next day. Where was he spending all of his time when he wasn’t home or at work? Why was he always being so suspicious and shady about his whereabouts?

“He’s been supposedly working late almost every night these past two weeks.” You finally mutter out, sighing as you brush your palms against your face to settle the unease festering in your stomach. “He’s vague when I ask him about it and it’s just been very tense between us.” You blurt out, brushing your fingers through your hair as the relief of finally admitting it settles your stiff limbs. 

Jimin sits silently, processing the information as he imagines what could logically explain Taehyung’s absences and late evenings. “Have you talked to him about it? Maybe it’s a misunderstanding?” While Jimin was fully prepared to become the protective best friend, he also knew jumping to conclusions was one of your weaknesses. He knew your relationship with Taehyung was one that you both put in a lot of effort into, and he would hate to see it crumble based on worries and false suspicions. 

You simply shrug your shoulders, not even knowing where you would begin to address this topic with Taehyung. You felt like you knew each other better than anyone else in the world, yet somehow, he suddenly feels like a stranger with a possible dark secret looming over him. 

Jimin reaches his hand out across the table, taking your hand into his as he gently squeezes it reassuringly. “Y/N, just ask to talk to him when he gets home.” He offers a weak smile as he notices your eyes dropping to the dull lacquer of the tabletop. “If he is, I’ll kick his ass for it.” He adds, his smile fading to a more serious expression. “See what he has to say for himself first.” 

Jimin was right. Your worries caused you to jump to the worse case scenario without even giving him the benefit of the doubt. You owe him at least that, right? Maybe he was really stuck at meetings. That settles it, this evening, you were going to pull him aside and talk about what was going on. Before letting your anxiety cause your relationship to go up in flames, you figure it is best you allow Taehyung the opportunity to explain himself. “You’re right, I’m just being paranoid.” You nod, offering your own weak smile before turning your attention back to your beverage, leaning forward to take a sip of the bitter liquid before glancing back up at Jimin with a thankful expression. 

—

Don’t wait up for me. Caught up at work again. See you when I get home. 

You find yourself staring at your phone screen longer than you should be as you slowly digest the harsh reality of yet another delayed return home. Your eyes glance over to the infamous clock adorning your living room hallway, noticing it was slightly past six and Taehyung should’ve been home around five thirty. You let out a sarcastic chuckle, finding it almost amusing how predictable his absences have become. You run your tongue against the top row of your teeth, fighting off the anger that threatens to manifest itself as you pace the vinyl flooring of your apartment. 

One hour.

You desperately maintain your composure as you take the time to unwind from your day at work, pouring yourself a glass of red wine to help ease away the stress of the day.

Two hours.

It was becoming infuriating. The clock hands now display a quarter past eight as you try to fight with the darkest parts of your mind that desperately try to convince you that he was out cheating on you with some bimbo he stumbled across at work. 

That's when you recall the find my app on your iphone. You remembered how Taehyung asked for you to share your location one evening when you found yourself needing to stop for gas in a sketchy area of town. Ever since, you’ve both been able to check each other’s location using the app. You never had to, nor did either of you find it necessary since you always had amazing communication with each other. Suddenly, you are finding yourself doubting his whereabouts and the temptation of knowing his exact location was suffocating under any sense of privacy you are attempting to uphold. 

The thin wine glass balanced between the pads of your fingers as you gently swirl the remnants of the cup, sniffing the potent aroma of alcohol and grapes as you brought the nectar up to your lips to down your second glass. Your free hand taps against the screen of your phone as your hues hover over the application that would either ease your worries or confirm your fears. 

You teeter totter between the two alternatives, finishing the last drops of your wine as you bravely press the face of the application, watching as the screen loads your contacts and their current locations. Fear shot through your limbs as you sat up, placing the empty glass against the coffee table, hesitating in moving your eyes back to your phone screen. Surely, you would see his contact location downtown at the office. 

Taking a deep breath to coax any ounce of courage you have remaining, you lift your phone to examine the evidence displayed across the screen. Your irises focus on Taehyung’s contact image hovering over a suburban part of town that you aren’t very familiar with in the slightest. Your mind quickly scans through a variety of addresses of your close friends and family, coming up empty with anyone who would possibly reside in that specific part of town. 

Are you serious? Your fingers sprawl against the display, pinching at the screen as you zoom in on his contact for a closer look. You notice the formation of a neighborhood display on google maps, your worst fears are confirmed as his contact remains dormant on top of the specific house in question. 

You feel gutted. Completely betrayed. Taehyung was many things but never a cheater. You feel your vision turn red, your mind shutting down as your hand flings the device across the livingroom to land with a thud against the plush carpet dressing the vinyl floor. 

“Fucking asshole!” You curse out, letting yourself slide from the edge of the couch until you're tucked in between the sofa and the coffee table. Your arms instantly reach out to hug your knees close to your body, your face burying itself against your thighs as loud sobs reverberate deep inside your chest. Your vision hazes, blurring by the excessive amounts of tears pooling against your irises as the weight of your mentality spirals. 

You feel nauseous, completely sick to your stomach as the reality of his whereabouts haunts you. Flashes of your relationship plague your mind, recalling all of the sweet sunday morning cuddles that would morph into shameless sex; the countless date nights that would end in heartfelt discussions and promises of a future together. Those memories taunt you as you desperately gasp for air from the pressure weighing down on your chest. You are devastated, unaware of what to do or even what to say next. 

It takes awhile for your disbelief to settle, your emotions refusing to get hold of themselves until you’ve properly digested the betrayal. The only sound filling your apartment was the soft sniffles of your sorrow and the hum of the television in front of you. 

You gently push yourself up off of the floor, determined to have the last word in the fucked up situation that was suddenly presenting itself to you. You quickly stomp off towards the master bedroom, seeking out your suitcase from your closet, tossing it atop the bed with the impulsive intention of stuffing as many necessities as possible into the confinement of the bag with every intention of staying with Jimin. Why would you stay in the same apartment with someone who didn’t even have the decency to break things off with you instead of fucking with your feelings?

Your sorrows quickly morph into frustrations as you aggressively open your top drawer, preparing to pack your bags with t-shirts, toiletries, your laptop, and anything else you need for the week ahead. 

You freeze the moment your palms clutch the first shirt you pluck from the drawer, realizing that this apartment was leased under both of your names. If anyone deserved to leave, it was Taehyung.

You make eye contact with yourself on the vanity mirror of your dresser, seeing the enraged delusion behind your swollen eyes, realizing that you are letting the pain he caused get the best of you once again. You stop, forcing yourself to take a deep breath before cleaning up the compulsive mess you created, tucking your suitcase back in its rightful place deep within the walk-in closet. In that moment, you decide that you are going to confront him and show him how his actions wouldn’t break you and that you’d be able to handle this situation like any other person would. 

You took another calming breath, wiping away any traces of mascara from your eyes and cheeks before returning to the living room to await his return. 

As if perfectly on cue, the rumble of the lock clattering within Taehyung’s grip pulls your attention, watching as he enters the apartment with his suit jacket draped across his right arm. As he walks through the banister, his eyes widen in surprise at the sight of you with your arms crossed against your chest, awaiting his long overdue arrival. 

“Hey.” Taehyung scrunches his brow, surprise invading his dark irises as he peers in your direction. “Didn’t you get my text? I told you not to wait for me.” His voice was surprisingly soft, almost as if he felt remorse in his delayed return home. 

You feel your tongue instinctually rub against the outside of your teeth, keeping your mouth shut as you bite back the urge to tear into him with your pent up frustrations. “Oh, I got your message.” You hiss back, his eyes widening even more at the sour tone laced through your words. “Care to explain where you were?”

There was a clear look of agitation casting over his features as he turns to set his belongings down on the hall tree adoring the entryway. He drapes his jacket against one of the vacant hooks, passing both of his hands through his slicked-back hair atop his handsome physique. 

“Y/N…I already told you.” He groans, wishing he could simply sink into the sofa with you clawing at the opportunity to be by his side. All he wants is to come home and feel like you are the least bit happy for his return. Instead, he is forced to face constant nagging about his situation at work. He sighs as he moves in your direction, eager to pull your body close to his and melt away from the stress of the outside world. 

You blink as he approaches you, wanting to give into your desires and rush into his embrace. Luckily, your anxiety was the perfect reminder of the lies he spun, recalling how his location didn’t match the story he laid out for you about his absences. 

“You said you were at work.” You begin, refusing to lower your arms from shielding yourself from falling into his charm. “Please, do tell me Taehyung, why were you in Kingshill?” Your voice spits out a little more venom than you originally intended as you watch his features morph into complete bewilderment. You lean back on your left leg, propping out your hip as your eyes pierce into his hooded stare. “Last I checked, you work at Frostpoint, not Kingshill.” 

Taehyung's flabbergasted expression distorts into one of anger, his stare narrowing as you feel the intensity of his presence seeping from his pores. He presses his lips together, his palm balling into a fist around his phone as he takes a few steps in your direction. 

“Oh, so what? You’re checking my location now?” Taehyung’s deep tone sent a chill down your spine, leaving no room for you to doubt the vexation behind his words as he makes a point to step directly into your personal space. His nose practically brushes against yours as your proximity diminishes, causing you to break the sturdy stance you managed to maintain as you took a few steps back from his invasion. 

Despite the falter of your stance, you decide to stand your ground. “Who the fuck lives in Kingshill?” You’ve had it with the waiting games. At this point you already braved yourself for the worst and simply want him to admit his infidelities. 

“Is that it? You think I’m hooking up with someone?” Taehyung let a sarcastic chuckle escape his lips as he throws his hands up in exasperation. “Namjoon.” 

The trembling sensation causes by your sympathetic nervous system's natural reaction to run away or fight diminish as you process the name that resonates from your boyfriend's mouth. You become pale, suddenly fearing that maybe you did overreact. Why would he be so secretive otherwise? 

“What?” Your voice trembles as your eyes flicker to the floor from the elevated tone of his voice. 

 “That’s who lives in fucking Kinghills. Namjoon.” He was livid, completely shocked that you would accuse him of being a cheater of all things. He never imagined he would have to explain his whereabouts, especially not because you decided to stalk his location and jump to such outlandish conclusions. “We were going over a contract for a possible investor. He left it at home, hence why I stopped by after work.”

Taehyung pushes past you, tugging at the tie around his neck aggressively as he yanks the fabric off, tossing it onto the bed as he attempts to change out of his constricting business attire. “I’m picking up the slack at work and have to come home to your fucking nonstop nagging…” He grit his teeth as he recalled just how short staffed the office currently was, continuing to yank at the buttons of his dress shirt as he slowly exposes his toned abdomen. “We don’t even have sex anymore!” 

The tips of your fingernails dig into your skin as you desperately try to calm your body, his words only rippling your annoyance. “Don’t go there. That has everything to do with your shady ass behavior.” How dare he raise his voice at you when he’s the one that was caught in his infidelities. “You really think I’m that stupid?”

As Taehyung reaches his last button, he lets his shirt hang open as he runs his fingers through his slicked back locks wishing he could put you in your place. “Bullshit. We don’t have sex because you’ve got a stick up your ass.” Your jaw drops, completely stunned that he’d go so far to blame this argument on you. “You’re always nagging about the shit I don’t do or stressing out about the dumbest crap.” 

You feel speechless, coming up blank with anything that you could possibly say to refute his attacks. The conversation that should’ve been about him and his whereabouts quickly turned into an endless banter of all of your pent up frustrations. While you were furious about his sketchy behavior, he was livid about the constant pestering and lack of physical contact between you two. All you want is his honesty while in turn, all he wants is your affection and respect. You desperately search your mind for the words to speak, watching as Taehyung turns to storm his way into the master bathroom. “I’m done with this shit!”

—

It’s been nearly a month now since your relationship with Taehyung came to a bitter end, leaving you both with a sour taste in your mouth after what seemed like the fight of the century. You found yourself living with Jimin, your best friend kindly offering up his spare guest room as solace from your ongoing lease with Taehyung. 

The past few weeks were filled with countless hours of overtime to try and drown out the bubbling emotions caused by your separation, hating the reality of both having the final word. You never did find out the truth, only listening to Taehyung’s ridiculous excuses as he continued his late hours at work. Your relationship turned into a battlefield, blaming each other for every little situation that arose which left you both vexed and frustrated. 

Since you moved out, your anxiety plateaued as you refocused your energy on your career and hung out with your friends to get away from the hurt and emotional trauma of Taehyung’s secrets and unfaithfulness. Till the moment you left he refused to admit his faults, causing you to leave without having the last word in the matter. It drives you mad that he couldn’t just be honest with you, livid that he couldn’t admit his faults even after he was caught. 

A long drawn out sigh escapes your lips as you press the pads of your fingers against your temples, attempting to soothe the headache caused by hours of staring at your work computer screen.

 You are finally home for the weekend, a glass of wine already poured and nestled between your digits as you slowly sip the sweet toxic liquid with hopes of relaxing your overworked mind. The flavor invades your taste buds as the door to Jimin’s apartment swings open to reveal your best friend holding up a garment bag. 

“It’s Friday night…we’re going out!” His voice is enthusiastic, eager to approach you in order to display his latest acquisition. A mischievous grin stretches across his lips as he holds up the casing of the garment bag, peeling down the zipper as he searches your features for any kind of reaction. 

You push yourself up from the couch, placing your wine glass against the side table as your hues focus on the slightest hint of shimmer from inside the bag. “What the hell did you buy now?” You complain, loving how spontaneous Jimin could be, however knowing this was most likely another ploy to convince you to move on from your heated breakup. 

Jimin simply plucks the article of clothing from the confinements of the bag, making a grand gesture as he holds up a beautifully detailed 1920s inspired flapper dress. It was devilishly short, the bottom frilled with thin black tassels whilst the bodice was adorned with black and gold sequin detailing. Your eyes practically lit up in awe as Jimin shows it off, thrilled to see your surprise and interest in the piece. 

“It’s for you. Now get dressed.” He commands, acting as if you didn’t have any say in the matter. 

A sarcastic huff escapes your lips. “There’s no way in hell I’m wearing that.” You retaliate while reaching forward to retrieve your wine glass. 

Jimin was one step ahead of you, sprinting across the living room to snatch up your glass before you could even reach for it. “Yes, you are. We both aren’t working tomorrow and  we’re going out.” He quickly took a swig of your remaining wine, his facial features barely altering as the sting of the alcohol hit his throat. He smacks his lips in satisfaction, only turning to notice the unamused expression plastered over your visage. 

A groan rumbles in your chest as you smack your palms down against the sofa, mimicking a child mid-tantrum. “Jimin, I just got home from work. I just want to stay home and watch Netflix.” You let your body fall back into the cushions, only for Jimin to stand towering atop of you. 

“Y/N, I love you but get your ass off the couch and get dressed.” Jimin grins as he tosses the dress down beside you, moving towards his room. “I’m taking a shower and getting dressed. We’re leaving in thirty minutes!” He calls back over his shoulder as the click of his bedroom door signals for you to cut your losses and give in to his request. 

You let out another groan, picking yourself up before retrieving the skimpy dress Jimin is expecting you to wear. “Fuck you, Jimin.” You mumble under your breath as you make your way towards the guest bathroom, stopping momentarily to admire the shimmering fabric. 

A part of you is excited about a night out with Jimin. Maybe it’s what you need to help you get out of the funk you’d fallen into since your breakup. Despite your previous protest, you prepare to take a shower and get yourself dolled up for whatever evening Jimin has in store. 

Not too long after, you hesitantly open the bathroom door. “Jimin, I look ridiculous.” Your lips are pulled into a pout as you escape the confinements of the guest bathroom, your appearance completely altered from your usual facade. Your hair iss tucked back behind a long curled wig that completely camouflages the natural coloration of your strands while a featured headband keeps the article snug atop your head. You have a little bit of wig glue aiding the reliability of its hold, your lips painted bright red in contrast to your black and gold dress. 

The frill of the tassels hang just above your mid thighs, concealing just enough to hide your indecency as a pair of black heels add a few inches to your height. You nervously tug at the bottom of the dress, cautious not to pull any of the tassel strings as you uncomfortably reveal yourself to Jimin. 

You watch your best friend's jaw unhinge as it hangs in shock, a mischievous smirk making an appearance against his lips. “Damn, Y/N.” He hollers as his eyes rake over your figure. “You look hot.” He grins proudly, twirling his pointer finger as you quickly obey, spinning to show off the completed look. 

“You think?” You subconsciously glance down at your torso, seeing the amount of skin exposed below your waist. 

“Yeah, your ass looks great. Every man’s gonna want to jump your bones” He teases as you step forward to smack him across the arm. You finally realize that Jimin is also sporting a 1920s inspired ensemble, a black vest admiring his chest with a white  button up neatly pressed beneath it. He had on a stylish fedora to complete the appearance, his blonde hair slicked back to match the style of the era. 

You click past him as your heels resonate against the tile floor, seeking out your purse and cell phone. “Are you gonna tell me where we are going?”

He chuckles softly as he moves towards the front door. “Nope, that’s a surprise.” He explains as you grab your favorite fall trench coat and follow him out into the dimly lit hallway. He refuses to look at you while he fiddles with the lock and key, “Plus if I told you, you wouldn’t come.”

—

The warm glow of the city street lights lit up the alley of businesses alongside 54th street as you and Jimin approach a stretch of bars and nightclubs, fully expecting to take a turn into one of the establishments. To your surprise, Jimin continues on past the business fronts, seeking out a small bookshop nestled towards the back of the alleyway leading to the next street corner. 

You raise an eyebrow, thinking Jimin must have gone completely mad if he caused you to dress up in such a manner to simply spend the evening in a simple bookshop. Were you a fan of a good book? Absolutely. However, it wasn’t your ideal night out to distract yourself from the ever present thoughts of Taehyung that seemed to plague your mind. 

You keep your mouth shut, following behind your dapper friend as he tilts his hat to gesture towards the bookkeeper and business owner. You follow behind him as he approaches the back of the bookshop, passing by various couches and lounge areas nestled throughout the towering vintage bookcases. You finally notice Jimin stop at the checkout counter, a smug smirk stretching across his lips. 

“The blind tiger can see everything.” Jimin speaks, his voice hushed as he exchanges glances with the attendant behind the counter. What in the world? He has gone completely mad. Why is he bringing her here in such a short promiscuous dress instead of a club or bar? And why is he even talking about a blind tiger?

Before you can pull Jimin away to question his state of sanity, the bookkeeper gestures towards a large bookcase beside him, the slight click of a latch swinging the fixture open on hinges to reveal a staircase leading downstairs. Your jaw practically unhinges as Jimin glances over in your direction, a little too thrilled by the shock plastered on your features. 

“Told you it was a surprise.” He beams as he begins descending the steps, disappearing into the dimmed ambiance of the downstairs section. You hesitate, your eyes shifting to find the gaze of the bookkeeper who seems to be rushing you to follow so he could conceal the hidden entrance once again. Despite your better judgment, you sneak past him into the confinement of the small tunnel, taking quick steps to catch up to Jimin as the low hum of music echoes through the passageway. 

Once you reach the bottom, the narrow space widens into a grand lavish space filled with crowds dressed in similar attire to your own. A small quartet of musicians inhabit a small circular stage tucked away in the back of the spacious lounge as dancers drape themselves across the stage in a display of their femininity. Velvet golden rolled-arm sofas decorate the space surrounding a wooden industrial bar with Edison bulbs hanging from the ceiling. The dim glow illuminates the space as guests conceal behind a variety of face masks and enjoy the air of mystery as they mingle and socialize. 

“Where are we?” You finally find your will to speak as the shock of surprise begins to wear off. 

Jimin glances back in your direction, his brows tugging beneath his mask to match his mischievous grin. “The Bling Tiger.” His usually charming features are camouflaged behind a plain black mask that runs across the length of his eyes, watching as he runs his tongue against the bottom of his teeth as he locates a bachelorette party nestled in one of the private booths. “Hottest speakeasy in town.”

Speakeasy. Jimin dragged you out to a speakeasy of all places. Now it all made sense. The bookshop, the attire, the odd phrase to gain access to the property. 

“Jimin, don’t you think this is too much?” You can’t help but feel the pull of your nerves tighten in your stomach as Jimin proudly struts through the space as if he owns it, calling back to you over his shoulder. 

He flashes you his familiar devilish grin, “Don’t worry about it. Just have fun.” 

You watch as he completely ignores your concerns, eager to approach a group of women sitting across the velvet sofas of a private booth. “Don’t be a hoe!” You call after him, watching as he nonchalantly waves his hand back to disregard your accusations, fully intending on persuading any woman that catches his eye despite your opinions of his tactics. 

You let a long drawn out sigh escape your lips as you spot an open stool alongside the bar, gladly slipping over to claim the space as yours in an attempt to distract yourself with a couple of rounds. You gently brush her hands alongside your thighs as you push down the fabric of your promiscuous ensemble, shuffling onto the stool as you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror tiles behind the bar. You focus on the wig that adorns your head, brushing your fingers through the tousles as you contemplate your drastically different appearance. Your eyes shift to the black lace mask concealing your identity, hardly recognizing yourself as the bartender approaches you with his own identity masked. 

“What can I get ya?” You watch as he grabs a napkin from a metal tray behind him, spinning back around and laying it flat against the bar top in front of you. 

“Whiskey please, on the rocks.” Your voice is quite soft compared to the chatter of the jazzy atmosphere surrounding you, enough for only you and the people directly beside you to hear. 

You suddenly feel a presence behind you, the hairs on the back of your neck rising in attention as a gruff deep voice echoes from over your shoulder. “Make that two, on me.”

Your gaze flickers back as you swivel in your stool, finding an undoubtedly handsome man towering above you. He’s wearing a crisp white button up with a textured vest adorning his chest, a matching mask to camouflage what you can only assume is his physique. His hair was slicked back, styled perfectly in a fitting era as he took the vacant stool that remains beside you. 

There’s something off about this guy, something unnerving that seems to scream at you despite the way his body radiates allure, every ounce of him enticing you as you catch sight of his dark hues piercing through you. It feels as if the wind is knocked out of you, the hint of mystery in his eyes all too familiar as you search your mind for any hints of a connection to the intense yet alluring stranger. 

“That was bold.” You should be thankful for the free booze, however something about this man causes a defensive reaction to spur from your subconscious, clicking your tongue as the bartender prepares the glasses inches away from you. 

“Can’t a man buy a woman a drink?” He counters, arching his brow in curiosity as you feel his glare dissecting every minuscule detail of your appearance. “I believe the words you’re looking for are, thank you.” The intensity behind his stare is suffocating, a cocky smirk tugging at his boxy grin before swiftly taking the whiskey and downing the entirety of his glass in one go. His face scrunches from the stink of alcohol meets his lungs, sighing in relief after the sting morphs into a comforting heat. 

You feel your throat run dry, your eyes devouring the sight of his Adam's apple bobbing as he throws  his head back to consume the bitter liquid, instinctually tucking your bottom lip between your teeth as his lips draw all of your attention. What the hell was wrong with you? This was a complete stranger yet you were ogling him as if he is a delicious piece of meat for the taking. 

You turn your attention to your own glass, taking a gulp before equally cringing from the strong punch of alcohol. “Thank you.” You choke back, hating how bothered your mind and body are becoming over a complete stranger. Apparently it had been way too long since your last sexual encounter and your body was reminding you of it. 

“Who do I have the pleasure of buying a drink for?” You hear him speak, the silent sirens in your mind sounding as you thought of revealing yourself and allowing yourself to get close to someone else. 

A sarcastic chuckle escapes your lips as you bring the rim of your glass up to touch your bottom lip. “Oh no, names are dangerous.” You shake your head slightly before chugging back another gulp of whiskey, slamming the glass down on the bar top. You avoid making eye contact with him, knowing his appeal only entices you more with each seductive glance he throws your way. 

“Then, I’ll just call you sweetheart.” 

Fuck. What the hell was his deal? You couldn’t tell if it was the whiskey already hazing your judgment or if your mind was so desperate to get over Taehyung it latched onto the first handsome man that paid you any attention. With a single wave of his hand, he motions for the bartender to replenish both of your drinks, leaving you with another round of booze kindly sponsored by the mysterious lust trap beside you. You let a sigh escape your lips as you accept another drink, promising yourself that it would be the last one before you sought out Jimin to head home. 

—-

Your body swelters as large hands grope the curves of your body, thick digits squeezing at your flesh as you swallow back your moans laced with a whiskey flavored kiss. This wasn’t how you envisioned your night, straddled atop a stranger's lap as you devour each other’s taste. If your body wasn’t in such a euphoric state, you’d probably scold yourself for acting so foolishly, allowing yourself to be swept up in the emotions of the evening. You were ensnared in a heated make out enhanced by the pure allure of the unknown with a man you barely just met.

One drink led to another, your simple conversations turned to flirtatious banter as the assistance of alcohol gave you the necessary courage to pursue something new and exciting. All you knew was that whoever this man was, he was able to play your body like an instrument, igniting your limbs with each manipulation he skillfully executed. 

You feel his lips trail down your neck as the warmth of his breath ghosts across your skin, causing a wave of chills to crash into you. Your skin crawls with pleasure as you grind your hips forward, feeling his firm member awaken beneath you as you continue to cherish your throne against his thighs. 

You are tucked in a private booth in the far corner of the lounge, your bodies intertwined against the velvet fabric of the lavish sofas as you shamelessly indulge in a much needed sexual encounter. The sense of mystery surrounding the masked dress code of the Blind Tiger only aided in amping up your confidence, hiding behind the persona Jimin had flawlessly executed for you. 

All of your pent up frustrations of your break up with Taehyung are on full display as you take them out on the prey trapped beneath you, ruthlessly grinding your hips into him as your fingers dig into the gelled back strands of his hair. You grip your fingers within them, tugging aggressively enough to extract moans of pleasure from the man as he kindly returns your intensity with his own ministrations. 

“Fuck, Sweetheart.” He groans against your collarbone, unable to maintain his composure as his own lust stirs from the smooth rotation of your heat rubbing against his crotch through the layers of your clothing. God why was his voice so deliciously arousing? Why did you feel so comfortable with such a complete stranger? 

You feel powerful, thrilled to see a man so defenseless beneath you as your mind whirls from your shameful thoughts and the mixture of alcohol in your system. 

A high pitched squeak of surprise leaves your lips as you feel the sharp sting of his palm against your rear end, the love tap sends a ravenous wave of desire through your body as you feel a tingle pulse between your legs. “Shit.” You breathe out, pulling his face into your breast as you helplessly cling your fingers through his hair. 

The rumble that festers in his throat reverberates against your breast, unable to prevent your hips from buckling forward as you seek out any stimulation against your core. 

It’s in that moment that the man of your twisted fantasies pulls away from his endless kisses, seeking to trap you into his sinful gaze. 

Your lips are swollen in his affection, panting as you desperately try to catch your breath to calm the rapid pitter pattering of your heart ramming against your rib cage. Who was this man? Why was he able to entrance you so easily with his eerie familiarity? That’s when you notice the hanging light fixture drowning the man beneath you in a beam of clarity as you focus on the details of his face that weren’t camouflaged by his mask. The dark ambiance of the speakeasy had done wonders in keeping his identity a secret, the now brighter lighting exposing a single freckle placed just on the tip of his nose. 

Your body ran cold, all of the lust and desire coursing through it dissipating as his familiarity suddenly clicks in your mind. No wonder his voice was eerily familiar, why his touch felt like your own personal kryptonite. From the moment his presence loomed over you, something was off and the horror of his identity causes your face to go white as your jaw hangs in exasperation. 

“Taehyung?” You choke out, your voice barely escaping as a whisper as you watch his eyes widen behind the disguise of his mask, his hands dropping from your body as you visually watch the gears churn behind his irises. 

“Y/N?”

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Part 2??? Let me know what you guys think. Interested in seeing what happens next?

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Could you maybe do 22 (falling asleep on the other’s shoulder) + 23 (carrying them in their arms) with the Peters? For example, Peter Three has been up for waayyy to long and his brothers help him out? Also I gotta say I really love your writing!!

22. Falling asleep on the other’s shoulder + 23. Carrying them in their arms

“I’m not really sure why you’re asking me to do this intervention, Peter. I’m just as much on that insomniac grind as he is; he’ll peg me as a hypocrite right off the bat,” Peter Two pointed out.

“Maybe not, okay, you don’t know for sure! He looks up to you, we both do! He’s more likely to listen to you than me, at least. Y-You can approach it as somebody who actually understands!” Peter One pleaded. “H-He’s really bad right now. He’s back on the coffee and the energy shots and those, like, hyper-caffeine patches. I don’t even know how long he’s been awake; actually I’m not really sure he knows at this point. He’s starting to get that look, like he had before.”

Peter Two couldn’t help but grimace at the reminder. The last time Peter Three had pushed himself so hard, it had resulted in nine days’ worth of caffeine withdrawals that were none too pretty. “Alright. Brother knows best.”

“Just don’t let him suck you into whatever he’s doing too; he’s already neck deep—”

“Sure, sure, sure, sure, neck deep, but that means my ears are still above ground—a-above water—above whatever! I can hear you!” Peter Three announced as he hauled the door open, big, bloodshot eyes flicking wildly between them. “Two, Peter Two, I’m totally, absolutely about to do exactly what Peter One said to not do and I’m gonna suck you into—to—to do what I’m doing! C’mere, I wanna show you a—it’s almost—I’ve almost got it!”

“Wait, but I—” Peter Two jumped as Three abruptly lashed out for his arm, hauling him into the mountainous midst of tech, tools, and trash teetering precariously in the room.

“I know, I know, I know, it’ll just be a real teeny quick sec, okay? You gotta see this first, you gotta tell me what it’s missing so I can flux—flix—f-fix it!” A tense noise shook through him. “Sorry, mouth—word vomit! S’just a headache, my brain’s in, like, ten tiff—d-d-different places right now!” A hoarse attempt at a laugh escaped him, which Peter Two didn’t return.

“Before you show me what you’ve been working on, why don’t you hit the pause button real quick, take a deep breath in…” He demonstrated, inhaling deeply, and Three jerked a nod, shakily following. “And out…Good, that’s good. Now how about a hug? I haven’t seen you in days; I’ve missed your hugs.”

“Days? Yeah, I guess it has been, uh…um…I-I…” His breath hitched again. “I’ve missed you too. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to—for it—I’ve just had a lot going on, I got all excited about jumping right in and then once I started— It’s just been a lot on my mind and, uh—and—”

“Oh, believe me, I know. Wanting to get it all done in one shot, otherwise it’s going to be circling around and around in your head while you’re trying to sleep. But you’ve been trying not to, haven’t you?” Two kept his voice gentle but cautionary. “Peter, you remember that conversation we all had a while back, about caffeine levels like this interacting badly with your meds?”

“…Yeah.”

“Their job is to keep you calmer and more focused. When you’re hopped up way over the limit like this, they can’t work like they’re supposed to and neither can you. That’s why your project needs some adjustments now, huh?” Another tiny nod, hands weak and jittery as they curled into Peter Two’s back. “I can take a look at it for you if you can take a break for me.”

“…Can we…I-I don’t wanna…nnh.” Frustration, guilt and dejection dragged across his haggard face, forcing it down against Two’s shoulder. Rubbing circles over his back, Peter Two waited it out for a few minutes until Three gathered himself enough to speak again, a slurred, muffled croak. “S’rry…I th-think if I let go of you, m’gonna pass out.”

“Okay. You’re not gonna fall, bud, I’ve gotcha. Peter One—?”

“Clear the bed,” Peter read his mind, already on his way to push heaps of laundry and paper plates and cups out of the way. Grunting softly, Peter Two bent back to compensate as Three’s legs gave out, hooking both arms around buckling knees to lift him.

The path to the bed was a precarious one, full of stops and starts as Peter One had to keep kicking stray shoes and wrenches and boxes out of the way. By the time they made it, Peter Three was out, though still shivery and loosely clinging to Two’s neck as he tried to maneuver him down.

“Are you free to snuggle up with him for a while so I can work on…” He glanced with some trepidation over at the desk. “…whatever’s happening over there?”

“Sure thing—as long as it doesn’t take another nine days!”

[toonblabbers]

Getting high with the bois

 Warnings: recreational drug use, sex under the influence, heavy foreplay, deep throating, oral sex (both receiving), creampie, overstimulation, orgasm denial, dirty talk

Pairings: Suna x Osamu X GN! Reader, Kuroo x Bokuto x GN! Reader

Rating: M (mature)

Suna and Osamu:

·         These 2 smoke together almost every night. It helps them sleep after a stressful day

·         Suna’s the man with the goods and hookups: pens, oils, pipes, blunts, bongs, edibles, you name it

·         There’s an ungodly amount of sexual tension when he rolling or offering to shotgun for you or Osamu

·         Can’t really tell when he’s faded unless you make him move from where he’s sitting or when you get him to laugh. He’ll get this dopey grin on his face and struggles to stop giggling

·         Please be aware of where Suna because he can and will lay down in the most inconvenient places. He doesn’t learn even after you tripped over him going to the bathroom when he was laying down in the middle of the hallway

·         Osamu is obviously in charge of the snacks when the munchies hit. His homemade edibles are better than any store bought one, hands down

·         Osamu is also very touchy when he’s high. Touchy like it’s a requirement for someone to be sitting in his lap or for someone to be running their fingers through his hair

·         His sex drives also goes through the roof so be prepared for him to randomly start grinding against you or the couch

·         Typically you’ll just end up sleeping in a pile either in the living room with a bunch of pillows and blankets or whoever’s bed you made it to

All you could do was whine helplessly as large hands pet over your heated body; your mouth occupied by Suna trying to get every last taste of the chocolate edible you just ate. Osamu busied himself with covering your neck with kitten licks and nibbles while pawing at your sex. It was just enough to drive you mad, but you couldn’t voice your frustrations. Right when you thought he would pull away to give you a breather, suddenly Osamu was there taking his place moaning into the sloppy make out. His tongue meshed against yours lazily before he pulled back to bite on your bottom lip, diving back to repeat the process.

“You’re so sweet” Suna chuckled into your ear, the sound of him licking his fingers adding to your arousal. You failed to notice when his hand had replaced Osamu’s down the front of your underwear. You moaned desperately against Osamu’s tongue as your hips bucked into Suna’s teasing touch. Suna Guided Osamu’s hands to play with your nipples while he moves down your body, pulling your underwear off as he goes. He nips at your calf slowly towards your inner thigh before switching to the other leg, giving it the same slow treatment. You finally snap when Osamu pinches your nipples at the same time Suna sucks at the sensitive skin where your thigh and hip meet.

“Please, please, please! Rin, ‘Samu I need you- need you both! Please just fuck me already, I need you both to fuck me!”

They smirk at each other after hearing your sweet pleading. Who were they to deny you any longer? They maneuvered you so you were on your knees with you face rubbing up against Osamu’s hard cock through his sweats. Suna sat himself comfortable behind you and began to devour you relentless; fucking you open with his tongue and fingers. Osamu takes advantage of your mouth hanging open to slide his weeping cock in, letting out a deep moan at the feeling of your mouth wrapping around him. He lazily thrusts his hips until you lips touch the light dusting of his hair; his cock throbbing each time it slide down your throat. They took their sweet time with you, but boy did they deliver once they had their fill of your delicious body.

Kuroo and Bokuto

·         Arguably the hottest duo to get high with. Sex is also a guarantee so bring something sexy to wear. Or don’t; the clothes don’t stay on that long anyway

·         They usually reserve smoking to special weekends when everyone has a few days off together, so their tolerance isn’t as high as the last duo

·         That being said, it doesn’t take much for them to get high quickly

·         If you thought Kuroo looked like a lazy, scheming cat before, he definitely becomes one when he’s high. Once he lays down, it’s hard to get him back up. He does it on purpose because he loves to annoy you

·         Kuroo becomes stupid good at video games. Any kind too which pisses Kenma off to high (lol) heavens. His concentration increases tenfold because his brain reduces the amount of things he focuses on

·         Needs to be touching something warm. Says his hands are cold even though he’s only lounging in some low hanging sweatpants. You know, the kind that do little justice to hide his dick print

·         He uses the lame excuse that his hands are cold just to have them on someone’s tits, ass or genitals. He honestly not doing anything but resting his hands on you or Bokuto but it’s enough to start a rise in you both

·         Speaking of Bokuto, please keep him in the house. He’s already a naturally warm person but when he’s high he just can’t keep his clothes on for the life of him. You and Kuroo have gotten use to his whole ass dick out

·         Bokuto is also the opposite of Kuroo: he is almost always moving. Swaying with the music, doing a little dance in the kitchen while he’s raiding anywhere that has food, bouncing his leg when he’s sitting down.

·         The only time he’s not moving is when he is literally koala’d around someone. If Bokuto has you in his arms he is not letting go unless something else captures his attention.

Kuroo’s hyper focus is both a blessing and a curse sometimes. Right now it was a curse as his long cock was practically piercing into your sweet spot over and over again. You tried to muffle your cries into the pillow you were holding onto, but it was a futile attempt. Kuroo knew how good he was pounding into you by the way your mouth hung open and tears streamed down your cheeks. A sharp slap to your already reddened ass cheek forced a sharp squeal out of you making Bokuto groaned. He was sitting on the floor in front of the couch with his fist tightly around his cock. He had to wait his turn after smoking the last pre roll without sharing. Both he and his cock were drooling at the sight of you being overstimulated by Kuroo. Bokuto wanted to cum so badly but wanted to do so with you clenching around him. Just the thought was enough to pull another strained groan out of him.

“Aww look at how desperate you look Kou. Go on kitten, look at how badly he wants to be fucking this hot, tight body of yours”

Kuroo grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your body flush with his as his hips slow down just a tad bit. Through your haze you can see Bokuto’s body: sweating and shaking with need, his thick cock an angry red and covered in a thin layer of his own precum. His muscles pulled tight as he watched Kuroo drag another orgasm out of you; your voice cracking as you screamed, body shuddering as your thighs were coated with both you and Kuroo’s cum. Kuroo was no better with his head thrown back, moaning out your name loudly as he pumped more cum into your weeping hole with each shallow thrust. As your body flopped back down on the couch below, Kuroo sat back as he watched his cum drip out of you and onto the cushions. He was suddenly yanked back and Bokuto was on you in an instant, rutting his hips against yours like an animal in heat. His entire body engulfed your as he whined in your ear. You only managed to whimper his name before your felt his cock stretch you out. Even after being fucked open by Kuroo, Bokuto was still bigger than him; it’s always going to be a tight fit. With the way Bokuto was already slamming home, you knew you wouldn’t be moving properly for a few days.

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Babysitter

Prelude - I do not understand how some people get turned on by spanking, but I still respect that kink. I could never lol I just think back to the days where I got spanked so hard I’d pass out or the wooden spoon would break haha.

Pairing - Bakugou Katsuki X Reader

Prompt - idk I just thought of babysitters being so flipping like “Im in charge here” and stupid and I feel like Bakugou would enjoy babysitting like someone just a few years younger than him cause he’d get such a rush of power. 

Warnings - NSFW, abuse of power, noncon, spanking, degradation, slight misogyny. slight masochism?

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/5E30LdtzQTGqRvNd7l6kG5?si=IG4WgPeSQf2_UzyLXMWR7g

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Your mom was overbearing.

Here you were, a full-grown adult, and your mom was yelling her thanks to your “babysitter” as she rushed out the door.

You knew she was a bit protective, a bit hyper-vigilant and akin to a helicopter parent. But it was hard to be mad at her for it, not ever since dad had divorced her. She was terrified of something happening to you, of loosing the last thing in her life that she cared about. 

Still, it was hard not to feel a little bubble of irritation in your throat as you watched your “babysitter” wave to her as she climbed in her car. You didn’t need a babysitter, not at your age. And you especially didn’t need the gruff, surly man that had lived in the house across the street as your babysitter. You could take care of yourself, thank you very much.

And how come your mom didn’t trust you by yourself, but somehow trusted this Mr. Grumpypants that you had met a total of zero times. You had seen him once, when your mom’s car had broken down at her job and you had to go pick her up. 

You hadn’t minded, rolling up to the curb to see your mother animatedly talking to some blonde man with a stick shoved up his ass, his handsome face grimacing like he just sucked on a lemon dipped in hot sauce. Apparently she worked with him, the younger man a security guard for the complex her office was located in. You watched as his bored red eyes slid from your mother, over to you through the car window, his brow furrowing. The bored look had disappeared, and he regarded you with… curiosity? Contempt? It was hard to tell what emotion was hidden behind his eyes, underlaid so strongly with irritation and anger.

Mom had gushed about him all the way home, telling you details you didn’t really care about. His name was Bakugou Katsuki, he was single, 27, and wouldn’t you know - he lived right across the street!

Well, if she trusted him, you guess you should too. Didn’t mean you had to like it though.

And you didn’t, huffing as Bakugou closed the door and you turned back to your game, mashing buttons and sitting forward as you tried to beat this level.   It was ridiculous, your mom going over to his house a few days prior with a plate of cookies, asking the man if he wouldn’t mind coming and hanging out while she was away on some business trip. She had expressed her worry about leaving you - what if something happened while she was gone for a week? Someone could kidnap you and she wouldn’t even know until she got back!

Even when you politely reminded her that cell-phones existed, she was adamant; you were going to have someone big and strong stay in the house with you. It not only would keep potential burglars and thieves away, but it’d keep you safe, make sure you weren’t doing anything silly like staying up too late or eating too much junk food. It was embarrassing.

Some small part of you wanted to stomp your foot and whine at her, but that wouldn’t help you in trying to convince her that you were an adult. Once your mom convinced herself of something, nothing would be able to change her mind. Even when you pointed out that Bakugou was a strange man, she didn’t budge. 

“I see him everyday at work!” She had pointed out. “Plus, he’s a security guard sweetie - his literal job involves keeping people safe.”

Bakugou locked the door, before glancing your way. You felt his eyes on you, but you didn’t feel like acknowledging his presence, by gracing him with conversation or any sort of interaction. The man moved on after a second, walking behind you and into the kitchen. You heard him rustle in the cupboards, the clink of glasses, then the sound of water filling a cup.

Right - your mom had kindly showed him where everything was. She had guided him through each room showed him the guest room which she had made up for his stay, even walking him through the kitchen and showing him the contents of each cupboard. 

He came back into the living room with his backpack and cup full of water, settled himself down in one of the armchairs by the couch.  You didn’t spare him a glance as he pulled out his laptop, threw on some glasses, and settled himself in for… well, whatever he was doing. You were just glad that the two of you didn’t have to interact with each other.

You continued playing your game, occasionally getting frustrated enough to mumble under your breath at the TV as your character died yet again. This was going to be a long week.

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You were taking a gap year after graduating, relaxing before you threw yourself into college and working. Right now, your days were spent playing games, scrolling on your phone and laughing at memes, going to the pool for hours on end, the library, bike rides, hikes… lots of activities that kept your mind and body occupied. But this week? Bakugou threw off every plan you made.

It was the second day, and you had gotten up early to go swim and goof off at the community pool for a few hours. It was fun, you could tan a little, cool off, maybe see some cute boys your age. 

When you got out of the water you had two missed texts from Bakugou. 

Where are you

Tell me where the fuck you went

Instead of answering, you huffed, wrapping your towel around your waist. It took maybe fifteen minutes to walk home - you’d deal with your overprotective babysitter then.

He met you at the door, throwing it open before you could even touch the handle. His face was drawn tight in a scowl, the blonde crossing his arms as soon as you stepped inside and shut the door behind you.

“Your fucking phone die? Or are you just ignoring me?”

You shook your head, irritated with how big of a deal he was making out of this. You went to the pool all the time, you weren’t going to die. “I was at the pool, chill dude.”

“Oh, I thought you just popped out to go fucking parachuting!” He spat, uncrossing his arms to gesture at your body. “I can see that you went to the pool dipshit. Why didn’t you fucking tell me, huh? You normally run off on your mom without a damn word?”

You stared at him, curious to see if he would burst a blood vessel with how worked up he was getting. He didn’t seem like someone that knew what the word “relax” meant. Bakugou probably slept all angrily, arms crossed, lips pulled into a frown, eyebrows drawn low.

“Fucking hey, earth to idiot!” Fingers snapped in front of your face, and you recoiled, glaring up at the man in front of you. Before you could open your mouth, he huffed, rubbing a hand across his forehead. “Don’t fucking go anywhere unless you run it by me, understand? I don’t need you wandering into a fucking alley and getting stabbed or some shit.”

Snorting, you moved past him, not even bothering to answer. He was an asshole. Despite what your mother thought, you weren’t a child. You knew how to take care of yourself, you didn’t need some grumpy old guy bossing you around.  Said man was grinding his teeth as he watched you walk away, headed for your room. It probably annoyed the life out of him that you hadn’t answered, but he didn’t say anything. 

When you finished grabbing clothes for your shower, you came out of your room to see Bakugou leaning against the wall. 

“So you’re being a little spoiled princess, not even talking to me? That’s rich. You know I’m gonna be here for the next fucking week - you better make peace with that.”

“Dude, I don’t know what you want. I’m fine, I do this all the time. Just leave me be, and I’ll do the same for you.”

Bakugou grumbled something under his breath, but your skin was getting dry and tight from chlorine, so you ignored him as you slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. You could hear his feet stomping away, and almost giggled at the sound. It almost seemed like he was the petulant child that needed a babysitter.

It didn’t take you long to rinse off, get all the chlorine and salt off your skin. Drying off, you quickly realized you forgot a bra when you had grabbed clothes - which was fine, you would just wrap up in your towel and waddle back to your room. Plus, the bathroom was directly opposite your room, and Bakugou wasn’t nearby, you could hear dishes rattling in the kitchen, so that wouldn’t be a problem. 

And it wasn’t, not until you were in your room, door closed, towel on the floor as you rifled through your dresser drawers for the bra you really liked.

“Hey princess, do you want-“

You only heard him as he opened the door, and by that time you were scrambling to snatch your towel up around your naked body. Bakugou choked on his words, face turning a flaming red before he slammed the door shut, giving you your privacy. 

Heart racing, you sat down on the floor, too embarrassed for words. That was awkward. 

“Why the fuck would you grab clothes, only to come back and change in your room!??!” Bakugou yelled from the other side of the door, a decidedly angry “thump” from where he banged his fist against the door.

“I forgot something, geez! Why didn’t you bother knocking?!?” You yelled back, your own face heating up.

“Holy fucking shit, just get some fucking clothes on, asshole. I’m makin’ pancakes and shit.”

Breakfast was an awkward affair, your gaze focused firmly on the perfectly cooked food on your plate. Bakugou was glaring at you between bites, obviously fuming. He was probably just as embarrassed as you were, but at least he wasn’t trying to make small talk.

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Bakugou doesn’t appreciate how much time you spend playing video games, and it’s only the third day. He’s grumbled about it several times already, but you aren’t hurting anybody, and there’s nothing else for you to do, so.

It seems like the only thing Bakugou is willing to do is sit nearby, glare at you condescendingly, and mutter under his breath about how you spend your time. When you decided to run to the store to get groceries (there was a surplus of food in the house - you just wanted some air and time away from your “babysitter”) Bakugou had suddenly appeared, moving in front of the door and sneering. 

“Are you trying to fuckin’ sneak off again? I won’t let that shit slide twice.”

You huffed, shrugging on your jacket. “Bakugou, I was going to the store. Contrary to what you think, I’m not eight years old, and I can take care of myself. My mom’s just a helicopter parent. You don’t even need to be here, honestly.”

The man scoffed, his face souring. “You’re literally a fucking child. Didn’t you just graduate highschool?”

Stepping closer to him, you squared your shoulders, eyebrows furrowing as you looked up at the blond. “Call me a child all you want - doesn’t change the fact I’m old enough to do stuff by myself. Now-“ you gestured to his body “-please move.”

“No.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “And why not? You can’t just lock me in the house until my mom comes back.”

Bakugou’s head cocked, red eyes burrowing into your head. He grinned. “Why the fuck not? I’m in charge here, I get to make the damn rules. I say your ass stays here, and it’s going to.”

Clenching your jaw, you huffed, spinning on your heel. You weren’t going to be able to talk the bull-headed man into leaving you to your own devices. There was nothing left to do except shuck off your shoes, admitting defeat. It was so irritating - you didn’t need anyone looking after you, you were an adult! You were more than capable of handling yourself! Why didn’t your mom trust you? Did she think that you were too stupid to keep yourself alive and safe?

You left Bakugou at the door, grabbing a soda from the kitchen before flopping onto the couch in front of TV.  

Sure, you could read a book, do a puzzle, browse social media. But right now, you were feeling particularly angry, violent. You wanted to achieve something, finish quests, accomplish tasks. So video games it was.

Of course, that meant Bakugou sauntering back into the living room, groaning as he saw you back in front of the TV. But if he wasn’t going to let you go out, then this is what you were going to spend your time doing. If he wanted to treat you like a child, then you were going to act like one. Show him how much of a brat you really could be.

You turn on your console, select the game you’re going to be playing for the next few hours, and settle further into the couch, making yourself comfortable.  Reaching down to the coffee table, you’re about to grab the soda you had brought in earlier, but Bakugou beat you to it.

“Hey!” You whined, watching the blond pop the tab, take a long, slow drag of the carbonated drink. He smacked his lips and cocked his head, smirking down at you. 

“You shouldn’t drink this sorta shit, ’s bad for you.”

“Why are you drinking it then?!!?”

Bakugou shrugged. “‘Cause I’m in charge here. I get to do whatever I fuckin’ want.”

Huffing, you gave up the argument, starting to push yourself off the couch. Bakugou was one of those people that got off on power trips, liked being the one to call the shots. The best course of action here would be to just ignore him and grab another soda.

“And where the fuck do you think you’re going? I didn’t say you could move.” The blond man was standing in front of you, making it impossible for you to stand. He was so irritating - you couldn’t wait for this week to be over.

“I’m going to get something to drink, since you decided to help yourself to my soda.”

He moved out of your way, clicking his tongue before flopping down into the armchair by the couch. You glared at him for as long as you could, until the kitchen wall hid his face from view. Ugh, he was such a jerk. At first he had seemed somewhat decent, but as he got more comfortable around you, the man was turning into a self-absorbed tyrant. 

Whatever, you were only going to have a stupid “babysitter” for a few more days.

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“Get off the damn game! Don’t make me haul your ass off that couch.” 

Bakugou threatened. He wasn’t very intimidating, standing there vigorously brushing his teeth like there was something wrong with them. The blond had already asked you two other times, and you had ignored him on both occasions. You were so close to leveling up, just a few more points.

If Bakugou wanted to go to bed when the sun was still up, he was more than welcome to do so. You however, had better things to do with your time.

You saw him stomp away out of the corner of your eye, apparently giving up on trying to tell you what to do in your own house. Good.

If anything, Bakugou should be grateful that all you were interested was playing video games and going to the pool. You could be out getting in trouble, doing drugs, rebelling against the system or something - but you were here, chilling and causing zero trouble. 

The sink in the bathroom ran, then clattering could be heard as Bakugou finished up his bedtime routine, putting his toothbrush away, washing his hands, yada yada.

He appeared back in the living room, arms crossed. His muscles bulged out like that, showcased by the sleeveless black tank top he was wearing. But you weren’t intimidated, it’s not like he was going to hit you or something.

“Alright, last chance. Turn the fucking game off, it’s your majesty’s bedtime now.” He sneered.

You ignored him.

“You seriously wanna do this princess?”

You stayed silent. Just a few more kills….

“Alright, you fuckin’ asked for it.”

The TV turned off, Bakugou yanking the cords out behind it.

“Dude, what the hell! I was so close to leveling up!!” You screeched, sitting up straight. Bakugou’s face was screwed into an angry frown, and he advanced towards you, walking with purpose. You were fuming, rising to your feet so you could get in his face, tell him off. He was acting like he was your dad or something, and he most definitely was not.

When the man got within an arm length of you, you immediately jabbed a finger into his chest, mouth opening to spit nasty words. Those words died when your hand was slapped harshly away, Bakugou still walking forward until he was crowding into your space. You tried to shrink back, but a rough hand latched onto the back of your neck, holding you still as Bakugou closed in on you, bringing your foreheads together.

“You are such a spoiled little princess. Think you can get away with shit, yeah? Never had a man in your life to put you in your goddamn place, that’s why, isn’t it?” 

You blanched, still trying to lean backwards, away from his overwhelming presence. It was kind of scary, how he was all up in your face, how his fingers gripped the back of your neck so tightly, how his face was so close to yours that you could feel his warm, minty breath.

“Bakugou, ple-“

“Nah, shut the fuck up. We’re past any point where you could’ve begged for forgiveness. I am so sick and tired of your bratty little attitude. You keep testing my patience, being a little shit, acting like you own the damn place. You’re gonna show me you’re fuckin’ sorry princess.”

A hand wrapped around your waist, another on your thigh, hefting you up with brute strength and slinging you over his shoulder in the blink of an eye. The swift movement made your head spin for a second, but you quickly adjusted.

“Woah, what the hell man? Put me down!” Bakugou ignored you, spinning on his heel and marching towards the guest bedroom. “Dude, put me down right now, this isn’t funny anymore. C’mon, put me down, I get it. You’re in charge, and I gotta listen. You can let me down now. Please?”

Your pleading went unheard, even as it got more and more desperate the closer to the guest bedroom he walked. When you passed through the doorway, you kicked at the mans stomach, tried to hit his back - you had a faint idea of where this was going, and it was nowhere good.

Without ceremony, you were thrown on the bed, the air getting knocked out of you with the impact, your head bouncing a few times on the mattress.  Bakugou turned, shutting and locking the door before he was back in front of you again, a vicious look on his face.

You scrambled backwards on the bed, holding out one hand as if to ward him off. “Okay, dude, wait, you don’t want to do this. Please don’t do this, you’re a good guy-“

“Shit, do you ever stop running your mouth? Calm the fuck down princess, I’m just gonna spank you ’till you cry, then we’ll be even.”

The idea was humiliating, embarrassing, degrading. But it was better than what you thought was about to happen. Bakugou grabbed your ankle, pulling you back towards him with a quick yank, sitting down beside you on the bed. The man patted his lap expectantly, before getting impatient with your hesitance and grabbing your hair, pulling you across his lap with a pained shriek from you.

“Now, here’s how this is gonna fucking go. You’re gonna sit there and take it, and you’ll be done once I say so. Now shut up.”

Without further ceremony, a broad hand slapped your ass, your shorts providing only the thinnest of barriers. You weren’t ready for the hit, so you lurched forward across the mans lap with a small cry. Another smack landed, and while you still weren’t ready, the sting wasn’t as jarring as the first slap.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK SMACK SMACK

You tried to not whine, or cry, or make any noise, but it was hard. His hand was coming down with more force on each strike, and it /hurt/.  You could feel your skin throbbing underneath your shorts, red and tender, and you were ready to be done. 

Bakugou however, was not.

He kept going,

SMACK

Each hit harder than the last.

SMACK

You wanted to cry, trying to hold it in, just endure through the mortification of being spanked like a child.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

You couldn’t take it anymore, bursting into tears, skin burning, blubbering for Bakugou to stop, please.

The spanking stopped. 

The two of you sat there, you sobbing, Bakugou rubbing the skin of your ass over your shorts. Somehow, that hurt just as much as the spanking did, so you reached a hand back blindly, trying to catch his wrist and push him away. As soon as you grabbed his wrist, Bakugou delivered another savage slap to your behind, making you immediately apologize and drop your hands, let him pet and stroke your ass at his leisure.  It hurt.

You don’t know how long you both stayed there, Bakugou further irritating the burning, raw skin of your butt, you sniffling and calming down from the full-bodied sobs that had wracked your form earlier.  It had been long enough that you barely flinched when Bakugou tentatively fingered the waistband of your shorts, twisting up the fabric, as if he were hesitant to go further, but obviously considering it. You didn’t flinched when a decision was seemingly made, and a hand started slowly pulling your shorts down.

You flinched when the fabric slid over a particularly sore welt on your ass.

“What are you doing??” You panicked, trying to rise up, move away. A hand between your shoulder blades held you down, Bakugou’s gruff voice telling you to stay still.

“I just wanna see how it looks, fuckin’ chill out princess.”

It’s not like you could argue, so off slid your shorts. You tried to protest again when you felt fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties, but another swift slap to your rear had you keening in pain, quickly falling silent. You could let him assess the damage, but that was it. If he tried to touch you further, you’d bite a chunk of his skin off, go find your phone and call the police. 

With your lower half bared to the room, you squirmed uncomfortably, immediately stilling when Bakugou’s hand smoothed over the abused skin of your ass. He seemed fascinated by the damage he had caused, and you were sure that there were welts, maybe even bruises already forming. Your skin burned, and not in a pleasant way. God, it was painful.

There was so much pain, your skin somehow felt numb and on fire at the same time. You almost didn’t notice Bakugou’s hand dropping to your thigh, slowly beginning to wiggle it’s way upward, headed towards the little pink slit nestled between your legs. 

When his hand made contact with your pussy, you flipped out.

Almost literally - you rocketed off the man’s lap so fast that you almost flipped over onto the ground, just barely catching yourself at the last second. 

And then you were standing in front of the man, lower half completely bared, him staring at the space between your thighs, before slowly dragging his eyes upward to find your own. 

You turned tail and ran for the door.

A problem with your aforementioned plan of calling the police, was forgetting that Bakugou was a security guard. His job was literally chasing people down, subduing them.

He had you pinned to the door in a matter of seconds, chuckling in your ear. 

“Damn, I really was just only gonna spank your ass raw. You look goddamn delicious though, and it seems like you just haven’t learned your fucking lesson.”

You were hauled backward, a hand pulling your hair, the other wrapped around your waist. For the second time that day, you were tossed onto the bed, but this time you barely stayed for a second, already trying to scramble off the other side.  But Bakugou was faster, his hand around your calf and dragging you back to him with an iron grip. 

A scream tore out of your throat, and you kicked at the man with all your strength as you got closer, catching him square in the jaw. His head snapped back, but his grip never loosened, keeping you stationary while you tried to wiggle away. 

His other hand came up to massage his jaw while he slowly rolled his head down to fix you with the most intense, hungry look you’d ever seen a human wear.

“Ohhh, shit. You don’t even know what you just did, do you princess?”

You gasped at his breathy laugh, the way his eyes seemed to light up. Within a second, he was on top of you, face inches away from your own. You could feel his dick, hard against your thigh.

“Wait, you don’t have to do this-think of the consequences! Please, I won’t tell anyone, just let me go, right now. You don’t want to do this Bakugou, please, it’s not gonna be good for either of us-“

He ignored your reasoning, instead focusing on ripping off your shirt, doing the same to your bra. You tried to stop him, hitting and punching, trying to sink your nails into his back, claw at his eyes. You even resorted to snapping your teeth at his nose when his face got too close, turning your head to sink your teeth into his forearm.

Bakugou just groaned throatily, his eyes fluttering shut. Immediately, you let go, not expecting that response. That was supposed to hurt, why wasn’t he yelling in pain? The man lifted his forearm, watching blood start to drip from where your blunt teeth had punctured his skin. He was breathing heavily, straddling your legs, hunched over you like a dog.

The next seconds were a blur, clothes coming off, his hands manhandling you onto your side, his deranged laughter and low, excited swearing filling your ears.

You found yourself on your side, Bakugou straddling one thigh, holding the other up with his arm. He was lining himself up with your opening, rough hand guiding his dick to nudge against your entrance. You screamed.

“Stop it! Stop it, please! You can’t do this! Oh god, stop, stop, stop, don’t-“

“I can do whatever the hell I want, princess.” The man spat, seemingly unaffected by the way you thrashed your body. You tried kicking the leg under him, but his weight anchored it firmly to the bed. You tried kicking the leg he was holding in the arm, but his tight grip just became painful, squeezing you into place. You tried to sit up, to reach out and grab him by the neck and squeeze, but the position you were in was impossible. He knew what he was doing.

You screamed again, a sound of pained, fearful anger crawling out of your throat. Bakugou just laughed.

“This wouldn’t be happening if you had just been good and listened to me. We could’ve gotten along.” He gathered the spit in his mouth, before crudely spitting onto his fingers. “I would’ve left you alone for now, I mean, I’m not a bad guy. “ Bakugou slapped his spit-slicked fingers down over your pussy, smearing his saliva along your folds, messily rubbing it in.

“I’m an upstanding citizen, I keep little crooks and stupid brats from running things their way, that’s all I’m doing.”

You yelled as a finger entered you, probing at your walls. “That hurts! Take it out, take it out! You’re disgusting, get off of me! Stop-!”

Bakugou kept talking, pointedly ignoring your panicked whining. 

“Yeah, I’ve seen you before, and you’ve got a nice little body. But it’s not like I was just gonna up and hold you down. Good thing you’ve been giving me reasons all week though, being an absolute spoiled-ass princess, you’re so fucking annoying.”

Another finger joined the first, roughly jamming into your cunt, your juices beginning to flow and smooth the way. It was so stupid that your body was responding to this.

“I woulda never touched you, no matter how much I fucking wanted to, if you had just been good. I guess it works for me that you’ve been shit, huh?”

The man laughed again, leaning down towards your face to smile at you in a jeer, adding another finger to your aching pussy. The stretch hurt, it was too soon, but it felt good nonetheless. It’d been a while since you’d last messed around with someone.

When his fingers retracted, you gasped, face quickly blushing red. Another glob of spit was ejected onto Bakugou’s hand, and he quickly slicked up his cock with his own saliva, hissing as he first touched it.

As he lined himself up, you tried begging one more time. “Bakugou, Bakugou, please. Please don’t, you don’t want to do this. You can’t! Just let me up, please? Oh god, please, just let me go, I won’t tell anyone.”

He shoved the entirety of his cock inside with one, jarring thrust.

You screamed, voice cracking in the middle. The stinging pain of your ass was forgotten in the face of the jabbing, spiky pain in your lower abdomen. Bakugou hissed, eyes closed in bliss.

“God, you’re fuckin’ tight. You a virgin?”

Tears in your eyes from the unexpected pain of being filled so suddenly, you shook your head no. Bakugou clicked his tongue.

“Ah, I kinda figured. Slut like you probably can’t go a few days without a cock stuffing your cunt.” A thought seemed to cross his mind, and Bakugou’s eyes opened, peering down at you inquisitively, a slight twinkle in his eye.

“Is that why you’ve been such a demanding little princess?” You shook your head no vehemently, the pain slowly fading the longer Bakugou remained still inside you. “Holy fuck, that’s why you’ve been like this all week! You just needed a cock!” The man laughed before reaching a hand down to pat your face condescendingly. “Don’t you worry princess,  I’ll give you what you need.”

No further words were spoken, despite how much you wanted to scream and yell and curse at the man above you. He immediately drew his cock back, before thrusting into you again, quickly finding a mind-numbing pace that didn’t allow you any time to think.

His thrusts were smooth, steady, fast - it was hard, no, impossible to stop yourself from moaning at how good everything was starting to feel, despite how much you didn’t want it to. It was even worse when Bakugou’s hand found it’s way to your clit, beginning to furiously rub the little button as he fucked you stupid.

“Yeah, you fuckin’ like that?”

You ignored him completely, turning your face against the covers of the guest bed. Bakugou just huffed, increasing his pace ever so slightly.

It wasn’t long before you were gasping, moaning on every other breath, trying to hold yourself back from begging the man to let you cum. You writhed underneath him, trying to arch your hips back to meet every one of his thrusts, ride the hand that was rubbing at your clit so nicely.

Your orgasm hit you out of nowhere. 

It fizzed in your stomach, pleasure racing through you so quickly that you lost your breath, muscles locking up. It felt so good, you couldn’t breath, couldn’t move. Bakugou fucked you through it, smirking down as you obviously rode out your orgasm, his finger falling away from your clit before you could get overstimulated. 

A few more thrusts, and Bakugou pulled out, quickly moving to straddle your chest as he quickly jerked himself off. His hand made the most lewd sound, squelching up and down his length that was drenched in your juices. 

You were so blissed out from your orgasm, you almost didn’t mind when cum started splattering over your face.

You did mind, however, when Bakugou tried to rub it into your skin after he finished.  A quick snap of your jaws towards his fingers made your point clear, and Bakugou backed off.

“We have plenty of time to work on you, seems like you still need to be put in your place by the man of the house. Spoiled little princess.”

——

When your mom got home, you barely kept yourself from sobbing in her arms as she hugged you. You wanted to tell her everything that had happened, what Bakugou had done to you - but that would just make her more paranoid, fearful.

She would lock you in the house and never let you leave. Plus it was embarrassing. “Hey mom, by the way, the babysitter you hired for me, your adult child, raped me after spanking me so hard I bruised, and I couldn’t stop him!” Wasn’t a sentence you wanted to utter. You were weak, and stupid.

Bakugou watched in the background, his backpack slung over his shoulder, ready to head across the street and back to his own house. Your mom kissed your hair, finally disentangling herself from your arms, moving to talk to the gruff blond. You stayed by the door, watching Bakugou with narrow eyes.

“We were fine - although, you were right in having someone come over. She’s irresponsible as hell, I don’t know what could’ve happened if I wasn’t here to stop her from doing stupid shit.”

Your mom threw you a disapproving glance, quickly turning to thank Bakugou for helping the two of you out. She pressed money into his hand, but he told her not to worry about it - he got to eat good food, sleep in a nice bed, and the wifi was better here than at his house. Your mom gave him a quick hug, and you watched his face sour, before he quickly moved away from her grasp.

“Just let me know if you ever need me to come hangout with her again - I think it’s good for her to have a strong male figure in her life. And my wifi sucks, so it’s a win-win for everyone.”

Except you.

Your mom clapped her hands together excitedly. “Oh, that’d be perfect! What a nice young man you are, I knew you were trustworthy.”

Your stomach soured. 

Bakugou said his goodbyes, obviously trying to get out of the house and away from your touchy mother as quickly as possible. Your mother thanked him again, welcoming him over “at any time!” To use the faster wifi, as long as he wouldn’t mind hanging out with you.

Bakugou gave a gruff laugh, brushing past you on his way out the door. He turned, looking at your mother, then at you.

“I’ll be here to help out, don’t you worry princess.”

You slammed the door in his face.

He was never stepping foot in your house again, not if you could help it.

[celestial-fucking-weeb]

WINTER WARMTH

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Warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, AGED UP (mid twenties), fluff, insecurities, smut, body worship, chubby kink, marking (hickies), Papi kink

Pairing: Sero Hanta x reader

The local news station hailed it as “the storm of the century,” and they weren’t wrong. You’ve watched the snow pile up beyond the window, building from a light dusting on the grass to literal knee-high drifts. And it shows no sign of stopping.

The place you’re stranded is stocked up on groceries, you’d charged every electronic device to your name, and you’d cranked the thermostat as high as it would go until the inevitable happens —

The power goes out.

So now you’re stuck indoors, with only a certain someone for company. The same someone you’ve been pining after for ages. Snow stacks up higher and higher outside. As the cold seeps in, and you both drift closer, you realize this was somehow the one thing you hadn’t thought to prepare for…

The snow outside was pretty at first, but now with the doors and windows to your small cottage-type home half covered, it seemed almost oppressive. With the power outage, there was no television to drown out the quiet, only deafening silence and the movement of your new roommate, Sero Hanta.

It didn’t start this way, you hadn’t always obsessively paid attention to his mannerisms. At one point in time, he was just a hero working for the same agency you provided medical care for. You were just support staff, until a dumb villain thought you were “important” and kidnapped you, leaving the heroes you saw as coworkers to rescue you. After that, the agency wanted you to live in the adjacent apartments, but you refused. Magically, two days later, Sero Hanta approached you asking about your spare room under the guise of his lease running out. You thought it seemed a bit suspicious, particularly that this gorgeous man had “nowhere else to go”, meaning no significant other to take him in. Of course, you agreed, being a nice person and maybe bit naïve. He moved his stuff in, didn’t make much of a fuss, and mostly left you to your own devices. That is, until you noticed some... abnormalities. The lingering glances, the newly installed security cameras, the not-so-subtle ideas to spend time with you of having meals together or watching movies, making sure you’d eaten or slept... He cared too much. He was so perfect- gorgeous, tall, easygoing, had similar goals as a rescue hero, funny, and he cared. He cared for you, which made living with him so much harder. You found yourself enjoying nights with him, wanting to sit a little closer, wanting to impress him with new dishes to make for dinner, ditching your ex’s sweatpants for cute sleep shorts, relishing in fantasies of his protective nature and dominating stature with your hand between your thighs... You thought you were going to choke when he started walking around in only gray sweats or a towel after his shower. You tried your best to keep eye contact, not stick around too long, not encroach upon his comfort in his own house. You failed to notice the smirk on his face when you quickly excused yourself or when you turned away too fast after being caught staring.

Sero had originally taken this as an assignment, although he did have a bit of a crush on you from the times you’d patched him up after rough shifts. He thought of himself as your own personal hero, but that mindset soon turned into more than just an assignment. He was protective over you, and he found himself getting defensive if you even mentioned another guy. He had tried flirting within reason, just making dinners and watching movies, but he got cocky when he had walked past your door one night and heard your little whimpers. He decided to test his theory, wearing his sweats lower than he normally would and walking back to his room in a towel, and delighting in strolling past your room to hear your muffled moans and the vibrations of the toy you never used to use. You were getting desperate, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t boost his ego to hear his name through the walls. This, however, was NOT something he’d planned on.

Everything was fine, being stuck in the house together was nice, until the power went out. The heat somewhat remained in the house until night, when you curled up on the couch under every blanket you had and he layered on an extra hoodie and lounged next to you. He looked cold...

“H-Hey... Sero? Um... You look cold. Do you want a blanket?”

“Hmmm, but then wouldn’t you be cold too?” He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck.

“Well... Maybe... But that’s okay! You need to be warm too!!” God, you’re so sweet.

“I mean... You could always come over here, we can be warm together!” He stretches out his arm and beckons you over, inviting you to curl up next to him. You shift over, spreading the blankets over your roommate and hiding your blushing face under the pile of softness, keeping at least 3 inches of space between you before he rests his arm behind your head.

“Thanks, y/n, this is uh... nice!” He hides his disappointment at your perceived rejection, going back to look at his phone.

After 20 minutes of scrolling, you can’t take it anymore. He smells so good, and you can feel the warmth radiating from his body.

“I’M GONNA GO TO BED NOW. Uh, goodnight!” You basically shouted, too loud to be natural. You abruptly stood up before slightly shrinking from the frigid air. When did it get so cold in here?

“Hey, it’s really cold... We don’t really have a ton of blankets, and I’m worried you’re going to freeze, so maybe we could sleep in my room tonight? Just for, ya know... body heat?” He sounds nervous, like he expects you to freak out and reject him completely.

“Well... I-I guess that’s smart... You’re right. So... Let’s go?” Holy fuck, you are so nervous. You were originally escaping to your room like you normally do, too horny to continue hanging out with Sero and retain your sanity, but now you’re sleeping with him?! What the fuck are you thinking?!

He gathered the blankets and lead you into his room, holding the door for you before plopping down your nest of fabric. You stand awkwardly in the center of the room, waiting for something you have no idea what. Sero unceremoniously strips himself of his hoodies and sweats and climbs into bed, seemingly out of habit, before turning his attention to you and holding the blankets open.

“Are you coming?” He smirks, putting on a confused voice that doesn’t quite match the mischief in his eyes.

“I-...” FUCK, he’s beautiful. Lean muscles flexing with every movement, shaggy hair falling over his face, and holy... The tight black boxers are NOT helping the whole “too turned on to function” situation.

“Oh... Sorry, I read somewhere that skin-to-skin contact is better for warmth. You’d probably know better than me, I guess.” He grins, as though this entire thing is nonchalant and completely normal. “I can help you if you’d like~”

“Uh nope, yeah, you’re right!! I’ll uh just... Can you close your eyes?” You are panicking. Every insecurity you’ve ever had is coming to bite you in the ass. You’re suddenly hyper aware of how much space your body takes up, remembering everything those stupid bitches in high school said about you.

“Y/n, you’ve seen me in that skin tight hero suit and you’ve patched up most of my body. It’s totally fine! PLUS, you’re sleeping in my bed, am I gonna have to close my eyes the whole night??” He jokes, not knowing that your shyness isn’t rooted in principle, but fear. Upon seeing your face, his smile falters and he autocorrects, “You know, I think you’re beautiful, but if you want me to turn around, I promise I will.”

“No, it’s-it’s fine. It’s okay. Wait- did you just call me beautiful?” You try to cover your shocked expression as you take off your sweater and slide off your fuzzy pajama pants. Sero is thankful your head is stuck in your sweater as his jaw practically drops. Oh fuck, he’s screwed. His eyes follow your curves from your chest, down your sides, to the pouch of your tummy and the plump fullness of your thighs... If he thought he was having trouble focusing before, there’s no way there’s gonna be enough blood in his brain when you’re half naked next to him... Speaking of... Shit, he’s hard... Okay, it’s fine, just tuck it in your waistband like you did back in school...

You climb into bed as quickly as you can, still keeping a few inches between you and Sero until he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. You squeak in surprise and he chuckles, “You can’t be warm unless you’re over here! C’mere.” He nestles his face into your hair and splays a hand across the curve of your lower back. Feeling very naked and very nervous, you shift in his hold and snuggle closer to the heat he gives off, but halt your motions when you feel him twitch against your thigh. Neither of you are breathing, praying the other didn’t notice the rock hard length pressed between your bodies. Somehow, in the time you spent essentially playing dead, you both fell asleep cuddled together.

Over the course of the night, you had shifted to straddle your leg over his torso and he had turned on his back with his hand resting on the space between your thigh and your butt. Sero was the first to stir from his slumber when he felt you move against him, a small whine escaping your parted lips as your hips rolled against his. Oh... OH... Is y/n-? oh fuck y/n is dreaming... and grinding on me... fuck, this shouldn’t feel so good... He tries his hardest to go back to sleep, but the feeling of your sleeping body brushing up against his cock keeps him wide awake. He was trying to stay perfectly still until he heard your tiny whisper “Hanta~”... His hips involuntarily thrust, drawing out the most sinful moan from your throat as the head of his dick added friction on your clit that woke you up. You start to move away, embarrassed and hoping to check that he’s still asleep, but Sero’s grip tightens around your thigh and presses you harder onto him.

“Good morning to you, too~... If you needed my help getting off, you could’ve just asked, babygirl~” The lust and sleep clouding his voiced, combined with the steady roll of his hips makes you whimper and tuck your face into his neck.

“Awww so shy~ You were moaning my name earlier. Why don’t we see how loud I can make you, princess?” He speaks lowly as he flips you onto your back, hovering over you.

“I- I... Please.” You breathe wrapping your legs around his waist and stare up at him, wiggling your hips and sliding your hands up his biceps.

“Can I- Can I kiss you? Are you sure you want this? I’ve had feelings for you since before I moved in and I just... I never want to hurt you.” Cupping your cheek and searching your face for any hesitation, Sero starts succumbing to his own insecurities. He never wants to hurt you, and he knows he isn’t the flashy hero some of his friends seem to be... He needs to hear you say it.

“Sero... Yes~. I want you, please kiss me... I feel the same way. Please~...” Upon hearing your confession, Sero slotted his lips against yours. The kiss was sweet, gentle. Breathing each other in felt so right, so natural, and you followed his lead when he slid his hold to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. His hand drifted down, following the curve of your breasts, tracing your sides and resting on the pouch of your tummy. Just as you were starting to feel self conscious, Sero groans and moves to kiss your neck, mumbling “You’re so beautiful, y/n. Fuck, so perfect. You feel so soft, I need you so bad~” The whimper he draws from you when he sucks a deep mark into the column of your throat is absolutely lewd, you can barely believe it came from you. He kisses his way down your body, leaving hickies along your skin and squeezing every inch he can get his hands on. You look down at him, his eyes dark with lust and admiration as he leaves opened mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, making you more needy than you thought possible. He strokes his thumb along your clothed slit and moans at your wetness.

“Fuck- you’re so wet for me, angel. I want to taste you, you’re so cute like this. Let’s take these off, yeah?” He looks to you and hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties, asking for permission and grinning like an idiot when you lift your hips to help him. Before you can say anything, he’s prying your legs open and diving in, moaning as he laps your slit and sucks your clit into his mouth. You run your fingers through his hair and grip him, pulling him into you and grinding against his face. His groans send vibrations straight to your core, pinning your hips with one arm and sliding two fingers into your dripping cunt.

“M-more!! Oh god, please Sero, just like that- I want more!” You moan so prettily for him, but he wants something more. He releases your clit with a pop and leans up, stilling his fingers inside you and wrapping his free hand around your neck. The pressure and dominance has you clenching around his fingers, and he takes notice.

“You either call me Hanta or Papi, nothing else. You understand? I want you to say my name when you cum.” He commands, and sends a shiver down your spine. “Oh you like that, huh?~ I can feel you squeezing my fingers. Why don’t you tell me what you want, baby?~”

Your brain goes hazy when he leans in and places little love bites on your neck and collarbones. “PAPI~! Yes, I love it! Please fuck me, I want to feel you, I need moreee~” You pant as he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you unbearably empty.

“Oh baby, I’ll fill you up, don’t worry. But first, why don’t you suck my cock?~” He strips himself of his boxers and flips the two of you, pulling you on top of him. He’s so long, just thick enough to stretch you and reach every amazing spot inside of you. The sight of his hard length has you drooling, anticipating feeling the weight of him on your tongue. You give the head a few kitten licks, relishing in the way he groans and twitches in your hand. He laces his fingers at the base of your head and lets you set your own pace, wrapping your plush lips around him. Bobbing your head up and down, running your tongue along the vein on the underside of his dick and swirling it around the head- you love seeing his reactions. The way his breathing increases and his hips buck when you hollow your cheeks. He looks so pretty like this, you can’t help but rub your thighs together for some kind of friction. Luckily, he notices how desperate you’ve gotten and pulls you up to straddle him with one hand still on your hair and the other gripping your hip, calloused fingers digging in and massaging the fat there.

“As much as I want to cum in that perfect little mouth, I think my baby needs to be filled, yeah?” He fists his cock and strokes the head through your wetness, gathering your slick and making you involuntarily grind against him. “Beg for my cock, babygirl~, tell Papi what you want.” The smirk on his face is utterly sinful, teasing you and enjoying the fucked out expression on your beautiful face.

“PLEASE I want your cock, I wanna be full, just fuck me already!!! Please stop teasing me Hantaaa~” Just as you grind your hips down onto him, he thrusts into you, cutting off your pleading with a needy moan. “Ah~ fuck- so full, so full, oh my god! Yes Papi~!”

“Oh shit angel, fuck- you feel so good.” Hanta grabs your hips and helps you slowly fuck yourself on him, “Just like that, baby, just like that. Ride my fucking cock. Fuck- you’re so tight...”

The dirty talk pouring out of Hanta’s mouth, combined with the stretch of his hot length stirring up your insides, you find yourself embarrassingly close to climax already. Your first orgasm hits you like a train, completely knocking the air out of your lungs and causing you to collapse onto Hanta’s chest. He seizes the opportunity to flip the two of you, holding you underneath him and fucking you into the mattress.

“Ah ah ahhhhh~ Hantaaa~ I can’t! I can’t, I just came, it’s too much!!! oh FUCK Papi!!!” You feel the tears welling up in your eyes from the overstimulation and pleasure.

“Yes you can, babygirl. You’re taking me so well, you’re such a good girl. I know you love it, I can feel your pussy flutter around me. So honest, angel. You’re so perfect like this- fuck.” Hanta grips the back of your thighs and pushes your knees to the bed, hitting even deeper within you. The head of his cock kisses your cervix with every thrust and makes you scream out, nails digging into his back, and egging him on.

“Come on, mi amor, cum with me. I know you can, I can tell you’re so fucking close... Cum on my cock, that’s right. Cum for me.” His long fingers reach down and rub quick circles on your clit. He leans in to sink his teeth into the junction of your neck and your shoulder, sending you over the edge into your climax. Your vision goes white and you clamp down around him, cunt spasming as you squirt all over his thighs and abs.

“F-fuck!!! That’s so fucking hot~ I’m gonna- Ah~” He fills you to the brim with his sticky release, the warmth spreading through your core and coating your walls. Hanta releases your legs and lays on top of you, sweaty bodies pressed together until he comes down from his high.

“That was so amazing, angel. You were so good for me. Such a pretty baby, all mine...” He pulls back to kiss your temple and rolls over, petting your hair and lightly scratching your back.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me... I always want to be yours.” You giggle, bubbly at his claim on you and still buzzing from your high. You curl up into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him close. “Mine.”

“Mmhmm, all yours.” He breathes a chuckle and places a kiss to your hairline. “I’m glad I can warm you up, lovebug.” He smiles as your breathing evens out, falling asleep with you in his arms.

[dalishthunder]

Imagine....dualscar being tense and grumpy from a nights work on the ship...sitting down in his chair and reader comes out behind him to start rubbing at his shoulders....he has appearances to keep and doesn't like loosening his posture much but it's so hard not to melt under those warm hands

I actually wrote something that went down like that.... let me find it for you. It's between a servant reader and dualscar.... if that is your cup of tea (I'll put it under the cut in case it's not).

But just the thought of him melting..........

“Would you like me to go…?” You asked him, hoping beyond hope that he would say yes. It had been a while since you’d gotten a good sleep in. His first mate always had a task for you to do. Always. Without fail, something else. But if you slipped out now, maybe you could sneak back to your hammock before the sun rose.

He didn’t even turn his head to look at you as he spoke into his pillow.“I need your tiny little hands, there’s a knot in my shoulders. Work it out.” He unclasped his cloak and tossed it to the ground. Lovely.

You sighed, standing up and walking over to the bed. His armor was still on of course, but you weren’t going to mention that, no need to doff that if you didn’t need to. You just wanted this over as soon as possible… and with any luck he’d fall straight to sleep. You really, really hoped he was sleepy drunk.

Your fingers began to rub little circles at first at the top of the shoulders first.

“Harder.”

You applied more pressure.

“No. No, angles off. You should know by now how I like it.” He snipped, voice muffled by his pillow.

You ground your teeth, but hopped up onto the bed and straddled his back, kneading the base of his shoulder blades. He allowed it for a few minutes before speaking again.

“You’re going to have to take off the armor, sweetheart. I can barely feel you.”

“Of course.”

“’Of course’ what?”

“Of course, sir.” Your nostrils flared as you found the buckles on the side, working the stiff leather until it finally came loose. He shifted so you could slide it off of him leaving him only in a lavender silk chemise and pants.

Your palms pressed firmly into his back and you dragged up, eliciting a deep moan from the man below you.

“That’s the ticket.” The troll hissed, arching his back into your touch. You worked your fingers into his muscles, another shameless moan escaping his lips. “Just like that.”

Dualscar The Orphaner, Feeder of the Deep One wasn’t usually so… vocal.

“Mindfang is just so infuriating.”He moped. “That’s the third trade ship this sweep that she’s raided… the third fuckin’ one! That ship had off-world product on it! Four hundred and thirteen kilos of Timoorian steel just gone. She’s probably selling it off to the rebellion for a killing. It'd be endearing were she not such a piss poor kismesis…. She does this all the time. Wind me up with enough hatred to turn my bloodpump black then just fuck off to glub knows where doing glub knows what just leaving me stewing in my own concupiscent rage.”

Ah. He was chatty drunk tonight….

He went on and on as you worked his muscles, babbling like a brook. Mindfang this. The Condesce and Gl'Bgolyb that. You wanted nothing more than to zone out, but a talkative drunk could slip up information that could be used against him. So you listened, giving a thoughtful hum whenever the situation demanded, learning more and more about the intergalactic price of raw dafad wool against your will.

His monologue began to peter off after what felt like hours.

“Do you know why I chose you to be my personal attendant?” He asked suddenly, propping himself up just a bit.

“Because you’re not threatened by me.” You replied without hesitation. “And even if I tried anything an ocean surrounds us so there’s nowhere for me to go.”

“Well don’t we have a smarty pants here… Didn’t realize you could talk so much.”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” You muttered under your breath.

Dualscar turned his head to grin at you cheekily, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you under him. “So small.” He murmured. “With such a smart little mouth.”

He was intimidating even on the best of days, but pinned by his weight with his face only inches from your own…. You couldn’t help but swallow thickly as you caught a glimpse of his shark-like teeth.

“Such fragile skin.” His grin widened, teeth so sharp…. So sharp, you could swear you saw serration on the edges. Not the uneven rows of a bull or mako shark… but the perfect even triangles of a great white. The troll bent his head down, tracing his lips along your jaw and down your neck. “I could kill you right now.” His breath was cool against your skin, the bristly hair on his chin scratching against you. “It would be so easy….” He dragged his teeth along the length of your throat, just hard enough for you to feel it.

“… To rip your windpipe right out with my teeth.”

It was all you could do to keep still as he gently bit down, cold sweat covering your skin. No self defense class had prepared you for this. You could feel your limbs trembling as you stared up at the ceiling, view obscured by his bright orange horns.

“Not that I would of course,” He murmured into your neck, chuckling as he pulled back just enough to plant a soft kiss where his teeth had been a moment ago.

You exhaled shakily, and he pressed his lips against your throat again, laughing. “There’s nothing to be scared of… I’m not actually going to hurt you.”

You gave a nervous chuckle, hyper-aware as the prickle of his stubble left your skin as he brought his face back up, pupils blown wide as his eyes met yours, cheeks flushed a deep lilac hue. Your breath hitched in your chest….

Dualscar was a handsome man, Probably one of the most handsome men you had met; Troll or human. High cheekbones, thick black hair, violet eyes framed by golden sclera and long dark lashes… even the thin jagged lines that scarred his otherwise perfect face gave him character.

He loomed over you, his weight on your arms was almost unbearably uncomfortable at this point, pins and needles prickling along your veins, as his eyes bored into your own. Until he closed them, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours gently as though testing the waters. You melted against him faster than you would ever care to admit, and you could feel the smile on his lips. His fingers lit fires under your skin as they slid down your arm to your waist and up against the small of your back. How long had it been since you’d felt the comfort of an embrace…?

Passionate. Insistent. Desperate.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as you pulled him closer. You could taste sea salt and his drink, bitter and slightly citrusy, on his lips… So different from what you were used to.

His cool skin was a balm to the heated way he kissed you. You gasped as he groped your ass, claws pricking through the fabric of your pants, taking the opportunity to unceremoniously shove his tongue in your mouth. He absolutely reeked of alcohol but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, getting lost in the cold, foreign feeling as he explored your mouth.

You followed as he retreated, nipping his lower lip before running your tongue along it. He moaned, breath ragged as you dragged your nails along his scalp and behind his fins. You kissed him deeply, hands curling around his horns.

He gabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, Dualscar’s voice just a low growl in your ear.

“No.”

You whined as he nipped your jaw, lathing over the spot with his cool tongue. His free hand slipping under your shirt, blunted claws scraping against your skin as he kissed along your jawline and back up to your mouth. It was hot and needy, grinding his groin against your leg.

You pulled back, ducking your head to kiss his neck. He moaned, hand exploring your chest, thumb rubbing over a nipple, sending a shiver down your spine.

After a few more minutes, of licking and sucking his neck, careful to avoid the sharp plates in his gills, he finally sat up, breath ragged as he looked at you. Nudging you off the bed.

It was unexpected… and you couldn’t help but wonder if you had done something wrong before he spoke once more.

“Now strip.” He was looking at you with a lazy smile, sitting upright, legs crossed.

You flushed, pausing for a moment, mouth slightly agape. The kissing, the groping, the humping… you had figured it would lead up to this, but you couldn’t help but feel nervous. Sure, plenty of people had seen you naked before, but this was far from your forte. It wasn’t that you were a prude or anything… but it had been longer than you’d like to admit. In your younger years you had been so focused on excelling in school, and completing college that romance hadn’t been your primary concern. You’d had a couple of datemates, but it usually didn’t last very long anyways. And since you’d landed on Alternia it wasn’t like you even really thought about romance… probably something about too busy trying to survive to really care.

You must have been taking too long because Dualscar reached out and took your hand in his, pressing his lips to your palm, dragging his sharp teeth along your skin. Giving you an altogether disarmingly charming smile.