#they hold their love in every boundary they slowly break letting the other deeper and closer

[lizandreil]

andrew and neil love each other so beautifully, never facing away from each other and their demons, learning to trust when it’s probably one of the hardest thing for both of them.

the way neil trusts andrew to hold all of his secrets secure and not shy away from every ugly truth neil has to reveal. the way andrew trust neil to stop when he needs him to, to shield andrew from the rest of the world when it gets too much. the way andrew trusts neil to watch over his family. the way they are both broken by so many things but so whole for each other. the way they are learning to be tender with each other when they never knew tenderness in their lives. the way neil’s first intention was to let andrew protect him and fight for him and in the end it’s neil who would give up anything to make sure andrew is safe. the way andrew pretends so hard he doesn’t care about anything but he cares for neil so deeply and so intensely it makes him angry with neil because he’s breaking andrews walls. the way everyone called andrew an uncontrollable monster but it was neil who told andrew “i want to see you lose control” perfectly knowing how composed andrew actually is and how much he holds back. the way neil was trying so hard to stay unnoticed and forgotten but was the center of andrews attention since the very beginning. they way neither of them thought they’d have this and get to love and be loved. i just. i just love them so much.

[80pairsofcrocs]

okay making a tiny fic-

dating casper while also being horny teenagers includes!!!

MINORS GET OUT I KNOW WHO YOU ARE

- you speaking to him in spanish during sex-

“así es, puedes tomarlo” you would say, slowly lifting yourself up and down on his length.

“o-oh- oh god- please..” he would whine, trying to get you to be just a little rougher with him.

- but sometimes it would backfire..

“eres un buen chico para mi” you would tell him, leaving bruises on his neck and chest.

he would relax under your touch until he gets confused. “what does that mean again..?” you get off him and sigh. “wait- i have a spanish test next week!”

- also being total switches.

- as in one time you would be pinning him down and having your way with him, using him as your little toy, but other times….

“are the ropes too tight, y/n?”

“no, they’re good” you would try to break free until a harsh smack was either delivered to your ass or one of your breasts.

- yes. casper did research on knots. a lot of knots.

- and bought the most soft, comfortable rope for you.

- all with your consent of course.

- he claimed it was to teach you something, like you would always take control until he whipped the ropes out and constricted your movement.

- it would teach you to just sit back and not rush through the experience but enjoy every single touch and tingle from it

- now with that said, you’ve done very inappropriate things with your webs

- i’m talking like not even dirty things like hanging casper from the ceiling.

- but obviously to make sure he keeps his hands and the headboard

- another thing!

- though y/n has excessive trauma based around people hitting her, she’s learned to trust casper and set boundaries.

- like only hitting each other on the ass, and for you occasionally on the breasts as well.

- also fruits as safewords, in replaces of the colors in the traffic light system.

- green is kiwi, banana is yellow, and tomato is red.

- but if either of your mouths are busy and physically can’t form words you have hand signals instead.

there was one time you were on your knees, letting casper force your head deeper down on his cock using your hair as leverage.

you didn’t mind the gagging, and you didn’t even notice the drool and tears running down your face.

but you did notice when you were running out of breath.

your face was turning redder than before, and your hands were bound together behind your back.

you started to do the ‘spider-man hand’ as your safety signal, and casper pulled you away from him to wipe the liquids away from your face.

he let you have a breather until you were ready to go again.

- but that’s not all. of course it’s not.

- let’s not even get started on the amount of times you’ve been caught

you and casper were stressed, it was the end of the school year and you were worrying about finals and being able to graduate.

you were also home alone at your apartment since your dads were at the store.

so you both decided to relieve some of that stress so you both covered yourselves in your blankets to cuddle.

at first.

you started stripping each other of clothing and eventually started going at it.

so much your bed frame was hitting the wall with each thrust casper had in him.

you were below him, and he was above you, he had your hands intertwined with his as he split you open.

and you were being so overwhelmed by the pleasure, and the sounds of skin on skin, and the sounds of both yours and casper’s whining that you didn’t hear the front door open.

or your bedroom door open.

and when you heard the gasp it was too late.

you threw the blanket off of you, only to uncover your faces while slapping casper on the shoulder to get him to stop.

marc dropped what he was holding and covered his eyes.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT- OH MY GOD- IM GOING TO FUCKING THROW UP!” he runs down the hall and to the bathroom.

you look up at casper, who had a hand on your boob.

you raise an eyebrow.

“what? i was covering it so he didn’t see”

“you’re an idiot, you’re lucky i love you”

“we’re dead aren’t we?”

“yep”

- also as much as you actually have sex, he cried during the first time.

- well not during, but after.

- he was sore from the amount of pleasure and thrill he felt for the first time in his life

- he was so happy to have someone like you in his life, that he trusted with this

- and he was even happier that you trusted him

- because he loves you, and he always will :)

——

also i didn’t say anything about butt stuff i’m so sorry @0scars1saac

[r0-boat]

Kabu doesn’t have enough love, which is so bad cause he’s damn fine. Got anything for him being pussydrunk? Like poor you cause he has STAMINA

You are correct there he really doesn't

Local old man loses control over tight pussy

Cw: Age difference, body worship, gentle to fucking losing it

( people are going to be so mad that I put all of my ussy into the fic about the old man)

Relit Rapture

Kabu x afab!reader

Your boyfriend will never understand that out of everyone in Galar, he was the one you want... he would be lying if he said the feeling wasn't usual, you are sweet and have a Charming personality, and you had a fire in your eyes that were akin to him. And when you wanted something, you made it known...

As Kabu hovers over you shirtless straddling you, he grumbles while undoing your buttons.

" I haven't had sex with another partner in years. If you're looking forward to this, then I'll try my best, but don't be surprised if the old man is knocked out after an hour."

He couldn't help but chuckle at that last part,

You always frown when he says that to himself; Kabu has been nothing but kind and respectful to your boundaries; Kabu never wanted to seem like he was using you for anything.

You always craved the way Kabu touched you his hands trailed up your body as if it was a piece of art, delicately tracing his fingers over every curve and every part of your body that made you, you

Planting little kisses here and there and fully worshiping your body until there is no space left. You squirm in embarrassment when he stares so intently at your body

On nights before this one that was as far as he would go gentle touches and a few kisses oh God the way you shutteder when you feel his lips against your neck as he takes in your scent. Feeling his growing bulge press against your inner thigh before he stops telling you that he loves you, and holding you close trying to fall asleep leaving your unravaged cunt soaking wet.

Tonight you could have sworn you heard a moan come from him when he rolled his tongue over your skin. His hands and touches are more akin to light grabbing as he appreciates your body in other ways with his mouth and tongue. You get your legs letting out a quiet moan as he picks your leg up worshiping your tender thigh, kissing, biting and giving it a squeeze.

But You wanted more. This was the night you finally got to take your relationship one step forward. And by Arceus, you have him. Kabu can only give you a dazed look when you cupped his face—making him practically crawl over you before slowly lowering his lips to yours.

The kiss turn into one then two, your tongue until you lover's mouth for the first time. Kabu rolling his eyes back when his tongue touched yours, went straight to your core. That was the moment something changed in your lover. Immediately his gentle loving Kisses became deeper, and filled with need as he began to devour you.

His lips captured your surprised moans when you felt his growing bulge press and grind against you.

Kabu breaks from you; his eyes lit with newfound hunger. You nervously squirmed underneath his gaze, letting out squeak when he picks up your legs sliding your ruined and soaked underwear off not before having a little taste of the wet fabric. Before giving you smirk

So perverted....

Ultimately deciding he could taste you another day he slides off his own pants taking off his boxers in the process his cock Springs free throbbing, and leaking with precum.

Kabu someone who took pride in his patience and discipline was now coating himself with your juices as he grindes his against your entrance, like a horny animal.

He throws your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half; Kabu gives his cock a few strokes before gently pushing his head past your lips.

This new yet old feeling hits him like a train, your walls squeezed around him like never before. His cock was on fire every second he stayed still.

The faces you are making and the sounds you're letting out while you dug your nails into his back as you got used to his size were electrifying when he began to move slowly.

He had to move he would have lost his mind if he had stayed still a second longer.

Your screams of yes and more did all but discourage when he started to pick up the pace his hips began to wildly slap against yours

Your hands desperately trying to grasp onto anything.

Kabu goes deeper with each wild thrust, anyway unaffected by the way you spasm on his cock.

"K-kabu, F-Fuck Kabu p-please! " however, your pleaseds fell on deaf ears, pulling himself from your gum walls. Kabu felt so good he wanted more. He needed to feel more, all of you in different angles, Manhandling you until you were on your hands and knees before feeling pushing himself back inside.

Like a good slut you pushed back into him probably was addicted to this new position wrapping his hand around the back of your throat in order to hold you down while he makes you his.

Kabu's grip group when you try to squirm away from him, his hand coming down into your ass as punishment

As you felt the tip of his cock hit that spot that made you see stars, you screamed in pleasure, legs quivering, "Ooh, right there?" He says before battering that spot over and over again. Your poor pussy snaps for the second time, your cunt gripping hard as You cum Harder. Kabu's cock twitches and throbs at as your walls milk him. Despite how close he was, he still tried fuck through your orgasm.

"T-take..it." your lover growled. His words went straight to your core

"Hah! Mine! Take it!" before slamming his hips still, warm cum filling your insides, mixing with your juices.

You slump down only to be caught by your lover holding your body up, back against his chest providing You full support as he begins to move once again. His breath tickled the back of your neck.

"More... give me more!"

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐴𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑆𝑒𝑥 𝑇𝑜𝑦𝑠 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content. Aged up/Older Ateez but age differences are still within legal boundaries.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Going into your shared room, Hongjoong nearly did a double take as he took in your position: limbs spread out, lace panties barely covering your still glistening folds, sweat beads still adorning your hairline while a discarded dildo layed right next to your body. Hongjoong had his hands on his hips as he scanned your sleeping figure.

"Were you that horny that you fucked yourself to exhaustion?" He wondered. You had indeed texted him hours before asking if he could come early because you felt horny, but of course he couldn't.

Going into the bathroom, he began drawing up a warm bath to soak his body in. Stripping himself off out of his clothes, he walked back over to you and carefully began to lift you up, causing you to whine softly and slowly open your eyes.

"Hongjoong?" You sleepily asked.

"Shhh. Just don't worry about it and go back to sleep." He cooed you softly whilst carefully laying your body inside the warm and bubbly water, the heat of it soothing your tired muscles.

When he pulled you onto his lap, you snaked your arms around his neck before burying your face on his chest. Hongjoong's fingers gently stroke your hair while his other hand ran over the upper part of your back. Seeing your relaxed state, he couldn't help but admire your features.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered softly.

The tiny smile forming on your lips let him know you heard him and he didn't mind, he wanted you to hear. Opening your eyes, you leaned up and began kissing him tenderly.

"Hongjoong..... make love to me."

Lifting your hips up, Hongjoong didn't break his kiss all while he positioned you on top of him so he could sink you down onto his cock.

"Anything for you my love."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

When you opened your eyes, the last thing you were expecting to see was none other than Seonghwa, who upon seeing you awake, immediately smiled at you. You had no time to say anything as he began crawling on top of you. Pushing you back down on the bed, hands placed at either side of your face, his lips hungrily closed over yours, tongue eventually coming out to press against your own.

"Did you have fun playing with yourself?" He asked with a light chuckle against your neck.

You tilted your head back and moaned out a response as Seonghwa began sucking a collar of hickeys along your neck.

"Did you make yourself cum darling?"

When he was answered by a tiny whine of yours, Seonghwa pulled away to pout at you.

"Why didn't you cum?"

Biting your lower lip in embarrassment, you looked away to stare at the wall.

"I don't know. I can never get myself to cum when I'm alone. I think maybe..... I'm missing something."

Wrapping your legs around Seonghwa's waist, you began grinding your hips onto his, making him hiss under his breath.

"And just what is it that you're missing my love?" Although he knew exactly what it was, he wanted to hear it come out of your mouth.

"You." You bravely answered.

Satisfies with your response, Seonghwa pushed your legs off him and began lowering himself so he was positioned in between your thighs. You couldn't help the excited giggle that escaped your mouth as Seonghwa started to place sloppy kisses along your inner thighs, teeth occasionally sinking down on your skin. Your core began dripping in excitement every time his breath ghosted over your wet lips.

"I hope you're not too tired darling, cause I'm making sure you cum a lot tonight."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho made sure that his movements were cautious and gentle as he moved your body under the blankets as he had seen that your skin was starting to get goosebumps. He found it kind of adorable that you were sleeping with a long dildo shoved up inside you since he knew it was because you loved cockwarming so much but hadn't been able to do that because he had left on a business trip recently.

But now he was back and he couldn't be happier. Making a quick work out of his uncomfortable attire, he joined you in the bed and pulled your body against his. Hand reaching for the dildo still inside you, he slowly swirled it inside of you, causing a faint moan to be heard from you that soon turned into a whimper when your body felt the toy being pulled out of you, leaving you empty.

"Yunho..? What?" You mumbled as you looked back, your fist coming up to rub your tired eyes.

"I'm back my queen. And I missed you so much." He smiled happily at you as the head of his cock slid across your folds.

"Fuck- I missed you too." You gasped out when his monster cock once more stretched you open, more than any dildo could.

"Did you miss me? Or did you miss my friend?" He snorted as he nuzzled his nose against the nape of your neck.

"Mmmmm both." You answered with a sly smirk which earned you a slap on your thigh by your husband.

"You're lucky I'm feeling tired and soft and only want to warm myself inside your walls. Otherwise your face would be buried in the pillow."

Giving out a tiny yawn since it was late, you pushed further back onto him.

"Wake me up with a hard pounding?"

Yunho giggled at your request but nonetheless obliged.

"Trust me, I will."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang thought you looked absolutely sexy as you layed naked on your bed as a wand vibrator reclined against your thigh. Amused by the erotic image, he silently approached the edge of the bed and sat right next to you.

Taking a hold of the vibrator, he smiled wickedly to himself as he flicked the power button on, slight buzzing sounds coming out from the sex toy. Starting at your thighs, Yeosang pressed the head of the wand on your skin, your body starting to react yet you still stayed asleep. Wanting to test more out, Yeosang placed the vibrator against your clit. Your thighs pressed themselves together unconsciously and you began mumbling something incoherent as your body squirmed from the vibrations against your mound.

"Yeosang..." His dick got hard when he heard you calling out for him in your sleep, your eyes scrunching tightly.

"Oh fuck, are you having a wet dream baby?" He asked you although knowing you wouldn't respond.

You were indeed having a naughty dream, your brain imagining that Yeosang was thrusting in and out of you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear that had the coil in your stomach breaking until you were pouring out secretions of your high. It felt so real to you and even after you had came, it felt like Yeosang was helping you ride out your high, wanting you to stay there a little bit longer.

Eventually you woke up and through hazy eyes, you realized it wasn't a dream as Yeosang stared at you intensely, the vibrator in his hand still being pressed against your clit. Angling it so it could hit deeper against you, you took a sharp intake of breath as you felt another orgasm piling up.

"Damn, you can cum even in your sleep."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

You were stirred awake when you felt a hand tugging at the plug that was still lodged inside your ass, that hand belonging to none other than your husband who was grinning at you and your current state.

"I didn't know you were into these kinds of things." He yanked on the cat tail butt plug enough to make you jolt but not so much for it to be pulled out.

"Are you gonna make fun of me for it?" You tried frowning but the attempt to seem menacing was ruined by your bottom lip poking out in a pout.

San chuckled while shaking his head as he peppered kisses along your temple.

"No babygirl, I'm not going to make fun of you for it. I think it's cute.....too cute in fact."

His tone and actions had a complete 180° spin when he then turned you over so he could lay you on your stomach. Tapping on your ass, he commanded in a gruff voice:

"Ass up my little kitten."

You promptly did as he said and waited for him to undress himself. Your patience was rewarded when you felt San's cock push inside you. He gave you time to adjust and when he felt you were ready, he set a rather rough and intense pace that had you crying out his name. One of San's hand came over to cover your mouth.

"Shhh kitten, you gotta be quiet or our princess is going to wake up and then we won't get to play around anymore."

You let out a muffled grunt against his fingers as you felt your walls pulsating around him.

"Fuck if I had known being treated like a pet turned you on so much I would have bought you cat ears a long time ago."

Laughing softly in a teasing manner, San tugged on your tail once more just so he could hear your semi muted whimpering.

"You know I always did want a cute little kitten. Pretty kitten just for me to play with...." Reaching over, he began rubbing your clit to bring you closer to the edge.

"And now I have one."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

"Tell me little lady, did you have fun playing with yourself while I was away?" Mingi's voice was like silk, yet you knew underneath that seemingly caring voice he was hiding his jealousy and anger over the fact you touched yourself without his permission.

"I did actually. I made myself cum 3 times." Although it was a dangerous thing to say, the brat in you proudly boasted about it.

Mingi scoffed at that. "I can definitely top that without the use of a plastic dick."

Although you wanted to squeal in excitement when Mingi began restraining your hands and legs to the bed, you kept a haughty smile plastered on, wanting to further test him, which you guessed worked since he had brought out the red leather flogger he loved using on you as punishment. And you couldn't deny you loved getting punished.

"Such a naughty little bitch, playing around with her lady parts when I never gave her permission to." Mingi mused as he ran the tussles across your torso.

"Oh hush Mingi, stop pretending like you're actually going to go hard on me. Lately you hold back and your excuse is that you don't want our daughter to hear." You snickered at him.

Now it was Mingi's turn to smirk at you.

"Actually little lady, my princess is over with Yunho playing with his son. So we have the house all to ourselves and we can make as much noise as we want."

He stopped and that about that for a moment.

"Well...scratch that. I honestly don't think I wanna hear your bratty mouth anymore."

Going back to the opened drawer, Mingi's eyes sparkled as he held up a ball gag whilst slowly making his way back over to you. After installing it over your mouth, Mingi took a step back to admire his work of gagging and tying you down on the bed, the flogger swinging on his hand.

"Just like the first time we met."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"Come on doll, you can do better than that for me. Can't you?"

Whimpering softly, you shifted your position so you could properly bounce yourself on the dildo that was deep inside you. After having caught you surrounded by numerous sex toys, you would have thought Wooyoung would have punished you for it, but instead he ordered you to play with yourself once more for him. Wanting to please him, you began grinding down on the sex toy, but obviously it wasn't enough and that's why you were currently now fucking yourself down on it.

Rolling his eyes, Wooyoung let out a long sigh.

"Is that the best you can do? I know very well what a horny bitch you can be and I gotta say... I'm not impressed."

You whined at his words and bucked your hips with more intensity. Truthfully it wasn't enough for you and it seemed even Wooyoung knew that. Stripping himself out of his bottom clothes, he came up behind you on the bed and made you halt your movements which left you confused.

"You're not going to need this anymore." He told you as he pulled the dildo out of your wet hole and replacing it with his own dick.

It felt heavenly to have him penetrate you, and so your body started to instinctively move but Wooyoung's hands held you in place .

"No no doll. You don't know what you're doing cause you're just a dumb little cockslut that can't fuck herself properly...which is why I'm going to do it for you."

Stuttered gasps and half choked moans were coming out of your mouth as Wooyoung pounded into you from underneath, the heavy sound of skin slapping resonating through the room. You writhed and squirmed on top of him, eyes closed as you let your body succumb to the euphoric feeling of coming undone on top of him. Just as you were getting over that first high, your eyes shot wide open when you felt something vibrate against your clit, jolting your body into a frenzied overstimulation. Looking down, you saw that Wooyoung had placed a vibrator on your bud, his hips snapping back up at an even harsher pace than before.

"Come on doll, we're not done here until you make a mess all over me."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Your body quivered awake when it felt something being pressed against your swollen and reddened folds, that something being Jongho's fingers that were tracing the outline of your mound.

"Holy shit baby did- did the pussy pump do that?"

You moaned in an affirmative manner when his thumb began rubbing slow and gentle circles around your clit, your breath hitching when he pressed a little too roughly.

"Are you really still sensitive baby?" He cooed at you softly as he smeared more of your slick around your folds.

"Mmm so much." You responded.

"I can tell. Your pussy is so swollen I can literally feel it pulsates against my palm."

You whined and shuddered when Jongho's large palm cupped your mound, lightly applying pressure down onto it. It was so fascinating to him to see how such a small toy could cause such a big effect on you.

"Fuck, it makes me wonder what it'll feel like to fuck this swollen pussy of yours." He stated.

"Oh my god! Please fuck it." You begged him.

Soon afterwards, Jongho was spreading your legs as far as they could so he could get a better glimpse in between your legs. He first teased you by running his bulbous head along your slit, that tiny action alone already making you leak more arousal.

"Ok I'm going to go slowly for you baby. If you want me to stop, just say so ok?"

You nodded frantically, wanting nothing than for him to stuff his large cock inside your puffy pussy. Even just fitting the head in was making you shake underneath him, but you told him to keep going until he was fully nestled inside of you.

"Shit, you're already trembling so much I'm not sure you'll be able to handle it baby."

You shook your head and began protesting.

"I can! Just please fuck me Jongho! Destroy my pussy until I'm numb!" You cried out.

Jongho stared at you in shock, yet nonetheless obeyed your command. Your gasp got caught in your throat and the pleasure from his merciless rhythm actually made you unable to produce any sounds.

"Ok fine. I'll make sure to fuck you until you you can't take it anymore."

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[mypoisonedvine]

Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 4)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself.  except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.  

word count: 5.3k

warnings: smut!!, overstimulation, oral f receiving, lots of dirty talk and begging, very very subtle d/s dynamics if you squint, slight angst??, awkwardness, pining 

Bucky’s heart was racing as he tried to prepare himself for what was coming.  It was never easy to watch that scene of you being fucked by somebody else— even if it wasn’t real, and even if it was technically your character that was getting fucked— but it was going to be an entirely new struggle with you a foot away, laying next to him on your bed.

“We only did two takes of this,” you remembered, talking over the conversation on-screen.  The smash cut to you being shoved against a wall, lips fighting for dominance in a searing kiss, made you chuckle.  “This we had to do, like, a million takes.”

Bucky’s hand tightened into a fist at the idea of you kissing this guy over and over.  “I’m sure he was real broken up about that,” he grumbled sardonically.

“No, I promise he actually was,” you defended, “I was terrible.  I kept laughing and ruining it, and it meant we had to keep starting over.”

That relieved some of his jealousy, hopeful that laughing meant you weren’t attracted to your co-star or turned on by filming a love scene.  He still felt his heart clench as he watched your shirt get pushed up and two hands (both flesh, like he was showing off or something) grab at your breasts.  Sooner than he was prepared for it, you were being thrown down onto the bed and moaning loudly, nails digging into his back as he stared down at you.

“I can’t even imagine how many guys have gotten off to this scene,” you shuddered.

I can’t believe I’m one of them, Bucky thought as he swallowed dryly.  “What about the guys on set?” he wondered aloud.  “Do they ever, you know, get…” he whistled and pointed his finger up straight, hoping it was enough to get the idea across.

You laughed, playfully shoving him on the shoulder.  “They have tape for that, to keep everything down in case they get a little too into it.”

Glancing to the screen, he wondered how this guy didn’t pop the tape right off.

“Have you ever…?” Bucky pressed, heart rate picking up as he pushed the boundaries a little bit.

“Have I ever… been turned on, while filming?” you finished his question.  “No,” you scoffed, sounding bemused and taking another swig of your drink.

“Why not?”

“I guess they’re just not my type,” you shrugged.

“Movie stars aren’t your type?” Bucky joked, but your answer was completely serious.

“Nope.”

He nodded slowly as he contemplated that, taking a moment to build up the courage to ask his next question.  “What is your type?”

You smirked a little, and he wasn’t sure at all what it meant aside from the fact that he was done for.  Whatever you were gonna say was sure to break his heart.  “Tall, dark, not famous…”

He could so picture you picking up fans at bars; you must have no trouble at all finding guys to mess around with.  Yep, totally heartbreaking.

“Good driver…” you continued, voice a little quieter and a little deeper.

Bucky cleared his throat anxiously.  “I guess that rules me out.”

“What?  You’re great; haven’t even blown any red lights or made illegal U-turns.”

“I mean, good drivers don’t eavesdrop on their passengers,” he explained, “especially when they’re with tall, dark, not-famous friends of theirs in the back.”

You laughed a little, half-lidded eyes looking him up and down.  He felt very exposed under your gaze.  “I didn’t mind,” you shrugged.

Oh god, oh fuck, Bucky’s mind raced, we’re talking about it.  All this time and we’re finally talking about it.  What the fuck do I say?  “I still shouldn’t have—” he began.

“I wanted you to,” you interrupted firmly.

“You… wanted me to look?”

“Wanted you to do a lot more than that,” you admitted.

He looked back at you with wide eyes, entirely devoid of thoughts or words or ideas on what to do in the moment.  Sure, it was pretty heavy flirting, but it wasn’t necessarily an invitation.  You said wanted, past tense, it didn’t mean you wanted him now.  Maybe you were just letting him know he missed his chance.  If he did the wrong thing and upset you, he’d never forgive himself.

“Seemed like you were pretty satisfied with what he was doing,” he remembered, hearing the waver in his voice and cringing.

“Only cause I was thinking about you,” you grinned.  “I do that a lot, actually.  I’m just usually alone when I do it…”

He shivered as you shifted onto your side and leaned towards him, reaching across his body to set your beer down on the bedside table next to him; with you so close, he feared his heart would beat out of his chest.  With the beer set aside, all you had to do was let your hand pull back to rest on his chest, and lift your leg up to rest on his, and you were straddling his side like it was the most simple, casual thing in the world.

But it wasn’t.  It was the most insane thing that had ever happened to him.  He looked down at you and blinked a few times, confident the hallucation would end but nope, he could feel the warmth of you radiating through his clothes, threatening to burn him alive.

“I’m usually in this bed, right here,” you continued slowly, and he had trouble keeping track of what you were saying with your finger trailing along his chest through his shirt, “warm under the covers, wearing a lot less than this, knowing you’re just a few rooms away and wishing you would come in here and touch me…”

"I’m here now,” he replied, just louder than a whisper.  “Can I touch you?" 

“Take off the gloves,” you requested softly.  He was quick with the right one, but hesitated before removing the left— the moment of truth.  Your breath hitched as the light caught the golden and black metal, and he winced.

“That bad?”

“No, no,” you denied, “it’s… sort of beautiful, actually.”

With you wrapped around his left side, it was natural for his right hand to move up your thigh.  His left hand brushing against your face seemed to surprise you, though.

"I'm sorry, is it cold?" he asked gently.

"A little," you giggled, "but I don't mind."

Demonstrating how little you minded, in fact, you slowly kissed the tips of his bionic fingers, getting more and more adventurous until you were suddenly slipping two of them into your mouth and down past your throat.

"Fuck," he shivered, silently thanking whatever gods were out there that technology made him capable of feeling the wet warmth of your mouth on his fingers.

"Just skin everywhere else, right?" you smirked.  "It's not a Swiss army knife down there?"

"Nope," he laughed, "flesh an' blood."

The blood aspect was especially salient as his cock filled so fast he thought he might pass out.  Your hand slipped down and started to ghost over the front of his jeans, and he fought every instinct to keep from bucking up into your hand.  You started to go for his belt but he sat up a bit.

“Wait,” he requested, clutching your shoulders a little; as soon as you looked back at him, he pulled you into a kiss, probably a little too aggressively but he was too pent up to care.  After all this waiting, he actually had to hold himself back a bit compared to how he really wanted to kiss you.  He moved his lips against yours slowly but with determination— and it was you, in the end, that started to slide your tongue along his lips until he opened them, giving him a chance to taste your mouth like he’d dreamed of for so long.  Past the beer was the unmistakable flavor of you, and he was instantly addicted to it.  His arms wrapped around you and held you close, one hand tangling in your hair a bit as you started to lean into his palm.  Your hands clutched at his shirt, the warmth of your touch managing to permeate through to his skin, and he heard the softest moan from you right against his lips.  It was perfection, and he would’ve been happy to stay like that forever if it weren’t for you sitting up to straddle him.  He couldn’t decide if it was the sight of you on top of him, or the weight of your body on his, or the feeling of your thighs clenching a bit just above his throbbing cock— it was probably all three, but he suddenly became so needy for you that his head was spinning.

Still absorbed in the kiss, he reached down and gently pulled at the knot holding your robe shut, letting it fall open before pushing it off your shoulders slowly.  You smiled against his lips and sat up, taking it off the rest of the way to reveal your entire nudity underneath.  You’d think that he would’ve wished to be naked with you, and that certainly would’ve made a few of his ideas a lot easier to act upon, but something about your bare body compared to his covered one— something about your mound grinding on his jeans like that— drove him fucking wild.

“God, baby,” he praised with a purr, running his hands all over whatever he could reach.  A movie could never do a body like this justice.  It deserved to be appreciated and worshipped in person, which was exactly what he planned to do.

“Your turn,” you giggled as you leaned down, unbuttoning his shirt hastily.  He was proud of the way you bit down on your lip as his skin was exposed, though he was also a bit embarrassed to reveal he was wearing his dog tags underneath.  “A little more metal under here than I was expecting,” you smirked, trailing an errant finger over the silver chain.  “There’s always more to you than meets the eye… what other secrets are you hiding, hm?”

Right now, he wanted you to have all his secrets.  He wanted to give you everything.  “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admitted first.

“I don’t think that’s that much of a secret,” you smirked as you finished the last button. 

He sat up to help you discard the shirt, shivering as your touch trailed over his chest, his abs; then his scars, and the rest of the arm.  He used it to pull you down by your neck for another kiss, testing the waters by getting a touch rougher and letting more of his desperation seep through.  You responded very well, your moans gliding from your tongue onto his as your hips started to rock on top of his.  “Needy little thing, aren’t ya?” he gently mocked, smiling as he started to kiss down your neck and onto your shoulder.  “Ridin’ me through my jeans, like a damn teenager dry-humping after prom.”

“Hnng, Bucky,” you choked, slowing down.

He grabbed your hips with both hands.  “Hey, I didn’t say to stop.”  

With a moan and renewed vigor, you moved faster on top of him, the rough denim clearly a bit too much for your sensitive clit as your thighs began to quiver where they were clamped down around his.  The stimulation on his cock, alternatively, was rather dulled through such thick clothing— it was just enough to keep him desperate, but not enough to get him too near coming, which was the way he wanted it at the moment.  If anything, it was the sight of you rubbing yourself on him desperately that put his restraint at risk.

“Can you feel how hard I am, baby?” he growled a little.  “Can you feel how hard you make me?”

You nodded with a little gasp.  "God, Bucky, I want it in me now."

"Not yet, pretty girl,” he soothed with a smirk.  “I need to taste you first."

He flipped you onto your back and settled on top of you between your legs; he kissed you one more time, resisting the urge to rub his hips on yours again before heading down south to suck your nipple between his lips.  You were so sensitive, moaning loudly each time his tongue circled the bud, and he moaned at the feeling of the skin hardening against his tongue.  He made sure to give some attention to the other one before making a show of kissing down your chest and stomach, looking back up at you with a stare that he could only hope carried all the weight that he was feeling.

"I get it," you grinned down at him, "this is how you reclaim your territory.  You're gonna do what he did to me, but so much better until I can't even remember his name, right?"

"Sweetheart, you didn't even remember his name thirty seconds after it happened,” he reminded you between kisses, moving lower and lower on the bed.

"So you're not trying to assert dominance over sexual competition?" you pressed with a gleam of challenge in your eyes.

"You need to stop reading those evolutionary biology books," he laughed, but then got a bit more stern. "Think of it this way: I don't see any of those stupid boys as competition.  They're nothing.  It's you who needs to know that nobody can make you feel as good as I can."

That seemed to shut you up for the moment, and he smirked before getting back to work kissing along your spread thighs and shaking hips.  He could already smell your need in the air, intoxicating to the point that he struggled to stay focused on mercilessly teasing you.  He wanted to taste you so bad, but he needed to hear you beg him for it.  He started with one finger gently exploring your folds, slow and light, until he felt your hips trying to push up into him for more stimulation.  Then all he had to do was kiss that spot right on the inside of your thigh that wasn’t quite where you wanted him, and you arched your back with a desperate whine.  “Bucky, please,” you whimpered. 

He laughed a little, amused by your little sobs and the way your hands clutched at the comforter beneath you.  “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

“Your mouth,” you gasped.

“Where do you want it?” he asked innocently.

You snarled with irritation but answered anyway.  “My pussy.”

“I don’t think I understand,” he encouraged, voice getting deeper on accident as his own arousal became too intense to ignore.

You growled frustratedly but got what he was getting at.  “I need your mouth on my pussy, Bucky, please…”

“Well, why didn’t you say so, darlin’?  All you had to do was ask,” he grinned as he roughly grabbed your thighs and buried his face in between them, sloppily exploring you with his tongue until your taste coated his mouth and overwhelmed all his senses.

“Fuck!” you yelped, shivering against him.  “Oh god, yes, Bucky, oh my god…”

“Is this what you wanted, pretty girl?” he asked, pulling back just as much as he needed to to speak.

“Yes, Bucky, just like that,” you nodded wildly, “feels so good, don’t fucking stop, please—”

He dove in again, finding a pattern that allowed him to suck on your clit and push his tongue inside you simultaneously.  That was the combination that seemed to rile you up most, your hands searching for something to hold on to until they suddenly found purchase gripping his hair, guiding him as your hips bucked against his face.  That was fine with him— more than that, in fact, cause he thought it was so sexy when you demanded control like that— until you switched from pulling him in to pushing him away.  That wouldn’t do at all; with a growl, he grabbed your wrists and forced them down beside you, holding them firm as he licked at you rougher and faster.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you sobbed, back arching so much that he had to fight to keep you in his mouth, “right there, right there— oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

He nodded, but it wasn’t permission; it was ‘of course you are.’

Your walls clenched so hard that your entire sex was pulsing in his mouth, your taste getting stronger in the same way your moans got louder.  He wanted to hold you there as long as you could, and that turned out to be quite a while; he stopped when your screams of pleasure started to push too far into pain, finally letting you rest… for a moment, that is.

He watched your panting breaths catch as he slowly pushed a finger into your hole; it was still pulsing a little bit from the orgasm, and was unbearably hot and wet.

"Fuck, this pretty little pussy is tryin' to suck me in, you see that?  Wants me so bad…"

"M-more, Bucky, please," you whispered.  He obeyed and slipped in a second finger, slowly twisting and trying to open you up for him.

"You like that, pretty girl?" he asked with a smile as he watched your back arch, returning to suck on your clit without waiting for an answer.  He relished the weight of your thighs on his shoulders, taking mental note of where he had to touch you to make them clench around his head.  You kept repeating 'yes' but he didn't think it was intended as an answer to his question because he was pretty sure you hadn't even heard the question.  Still, it was answer enough nonetheless.

He could tell it wouldn't take that long to get you there again, with your g-spot all swollen from the last one.  He didn't push too hard on it yet, just letting his fingers curl ever so slightly to apply a teasing amount of pressure.  

"Don't you wanna fuck me?" you moaned between sobs.

His cock seemed to process that question before his brain did.   "Yes," he answered quickly, even though he thought it was rude to talk with his mouth full.

"Then get on with it," you suggested desperately.  "Come on up here and fuck me."

"I'm not done with this yet," he insisted.

Your head fell back as you hissed frustratedly through your teeth.  "Damn you and your… thoroughness."

"No point in doing anything if you're not gonna do it right," he laughed.  "Besides, I couldn't stop now when you're about to come."

You looked back at him for a second like you didn't agree with that assessment, until he curled his fingers again and your walls rippled erratically around him.  "Fuck," you shuddered.  “Please fuck me, please fuck me, please,” you sobbed, “I need it so bad, I need you inside me— Bucky, pleasepleaseplease—”

He growled against your skin, struggling to resist that but desperate to make you come just one more time before he gave in.  His cock really hated that he wasn’t giving you what you wanted, throbbing and weeping another drop of precum just to remind him of his own desperation.  But he stayed strong, focusing on his task as he felt your walls tighten around him with another orgasm.

You nearly screamed with this one, your voice breaking as your nails dug into the bed beneath you.  You looked fucking perfect with your head thrown back in pleasure like that— and you tasted even better as a gush of your arousal coated his tongue.  

He kept circling your bud with his tongue until you started to sob a little and try to push him off of you, “can’t take anymore, please—”

And he took pity on you, for once— or maybe it was moreso pity on himself as he sat up and palmed himself through his jeans.  He was so hard it hurt, and you looked like you could tell by the way you looked up at him: a glimmer of mischief in your eyes, still, even with the way they’d glazed over a bit from coming so hard.  “Get over here,” you purred as you sat up and pulled him down on top of you, kissing him again as your hands slipped down to clutch at his chest.

Of everything he’d imagined, he had never even thought to consider what it would be like to be undressed by you.  Those nimble fingers fiddling with his belt, working open his fly and zipper with such unabashed desperation, like you needed him more than you’d ever needed anything… truly, it was intoxicating.

Then again, it was nothing compared to your hand slipping into his boxers and wrapping around his cock.  He was sure he’d never gotten so much out of just one touch before, and he had to fight off the moan bubbling in his throat.  Your hands were so soft as they started to gently stroke him; his hips moved of their own accord as they started to thrust into your grasp.

“God, I need you to fuck me,” you groaned, “please, Bucky, need it so bad.”

Entirely speechless as this point, all he could do was nod as he pushed your hands off of him, pushing his jeans off quickly so as to be away from you as briefly as he could manage— and then he was on you again, kissing you everywhere he could reach, moaning when he finally let his cock brush between your legs for a moment.  Even just that and he was already coated in your slick: the rewards of demanding to be thorough, clearly.

“Please,” you sobbed, “put it in me, can’t wait any more, I’ve waited so long…”

It almost made him stop to think, because it was ambiguous if you just meant tonight or more.  But you were begging him for his cock so he wasn’t really in any position to think.

So many times he had wondered if your real moans sounded anything like your fake ones from the movie.  He fantasized for months about a chance to make the comparison.  But with you in front of him, under him, biting down on your lip as he pushed into your perfect warmth, he couldn’t even remember that you’d ever been in a movie.  He couldn’t think about anything else but this moment, right now, and he didn’t want to.

“God, Bucky,” you sighed, as if the two were being regarded at the same level in your mind— and he wasn't even halfway in yet.

Equal parts of him wanted to ease you into it and to tear you in half.  You'd always ignited this paradox in him, this instinct to protect and to destroy, this desire to cherish you and dominate you, but it was most apparent now.  It made him worry that he could never really give you what you deserved, but naturally, he was at his most selfish in this moment.  He had only just begun to push himself into you and he was ready to justify anything to get the rest of the way and bury himself to the hilt.

Your body opened up to him slightly, enough that he felt mostly right about going a little deeper; you gasped and clutched at his forearm, and that was only just barely enough to stop him as a sick pressure of arousal made his gut twist.  Oddly enough, your nails biting into his skin did more to egg him on than it did to slow him down.

He kept his eyes trained on where your bodies were joined, watching in awe at the way you looked stretched out around him; he could feel your struggle to take him in the way your walls quivered and quaked, but he could hear how much you enjoyed it as you moaned and gasped beneath him.

"I want it all, Bucky, please," you begged.  Just because he needed to, he was rough with the last inch— not enough for it to be really brutal, but plenty to elicit a precious little sob from you.

It felt so good to be all the way in you that it nearly made him dizzy.  

"Baby," you whispered, and it sounded just like the way you'd said it in the back of the car, just like the way he'd committed to memory and stowed away in his mind to visit whenever he needed to feed his addiction.

How could his chest not burn with jealousy when he remembered that night?  How could he cope with that jealousy with anything but pinning you down and fucking you hard and fast like it was the end of the goddamn world?

You all but screamed as he did it, your whole body shaking as he pounded into you.  He feared it would be more than you could handle but you went from wet to dripping in an instant, your moans loud and hoarse but undeniably a sound of pleasure.  It turned him on even more to know that you liked getting fucked this hard; maybe he didn't need to worry so much about holding back, if this was gonna make you bite your lip and look up at him like that.

"Bucky, oh my god," you sighed, a hint of disbelief in your tone, "it's so good, fuck, you feel so good…"

He wanted to hear more, but he couldn't resist capturing your lips in a kiss first, sloppy and aggressive and needy but overall perfect.  It was almost like he could taste your moans as they vibrated over his tongue, until he could barely tell his apart from yours anymore.  Pulling back, his dog tags were dangling over your face, and you looked so damn good with his name tickling your skin.  

When he lifted your legs and pushed them back up into your chest, you snarled and clutched at the sheets beneath you.  "Too deep?" he asked, not sure himself if it was concern or taunting or somewhere in the middle.

"So fucking deep," you answered, "but not too deep."

"Then maybe I'm not deep enough," he smirked, and you laughed.

"You're trying to ruin me, is that it?" you pressed.

He was afraid to be entirely honest, but your tone wasn't one of fear.  "Something like that," he admitted after a moment.

"It's working," you sighed as you pulled him down by the chain of his tags, kissing him again as your arms slipped around his neck and held him close.

His hands squeezed your thighs, before taking a detour to run up and down your legs.  It made you shiver, and he felt it from inside you which was overwhelmingly erotic.  The time he’d spent making you come so many times was paying off: for one, you were so wet it made him feel a little-lightheaded, but also it meant that he felt familiar with your body now.  He knew what it meant when your walls tightened just so, when you bit your lip that way, when your moans sounded all breathy and strained.  That being, of course, that you were about to come— and he couldn’t wait for you to come just from being fucked, make a mess all over his cock.

And yet, there was still so much more to discover: like how it felt when your legs wrapped around his hips to keep him inside, or when your fingers dug into his shoulders as you looked up at him.

“Gonna come,” you warned him with half-lidded eyes and your mouth fallen slack, “oh my god, Bucky, you’re gonna make me come.”

He growled and tightened his grip on your thigh— something to stabilize him as he fought so hard to stave off his own orgasm.  You felt so good and he could probably come just from the sight of you like this anyways, let alone being inside you right now.  Think about baseball think about baseball think about baseball—

“Yes!” you screamed.  “Right there, oh fuck, Buckyyyyy!” 

“Fuck,” he hissed, completely unable to think about anything but you, lost in the way you cried out his name as your walls fluttered and pulsed around him so perfectly.  

Maybe he was disturbed for thinking you looked pretty with your eyes filling with tears.  He was definitely disturbed for taking some pride in making you cry.  Of course, only because he was making you cry from this.  If he had it his way, Bucky would make you cry in only this way, every day, forever— and make sure nobody made you cry in any other way, while he was at it.  You hiccuped your sob as he continued to pound into you, refusing to let up even as he leaned down to kiss away your tears.  “S-so good,” you mumbled weakly, “Bucky… please…”

"Fuck, gonna come— I'm gonna come," he stammered his warning.

"Inside me, please," you whimpered, "I want it inside me."

"Jesus Christ," he hissed, shaking his head in some form of exhausted shock.  You grinned, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him closer to you until your lips brushed against his ear.

"Bucky, I want you to come inside me," you repeated in a slow whisper.  "I want every drop of your come in my pussy, I wanna be so full of you, I wanna feel it leaking out all night, I want you to make me yours."

How was he supposed to hold back anymore, with you talking like that?  With you weaving your fingers into his hair and tightening your legs around his hips, with you kissing him deeply and suddenly?  A weak moan was lost to your lips as he filled you, warmth washing over every part of him until he thought he might just melt.  You smiled against him, and he summoned just enough strength to not collapse on top of you and surely crush you with his weight.  Instead, he gave you one last kiss before burying his face in your neck, laughing exhaustedly.  

"Mine, huh?” he remembered.  “You really mean it?"

You hummed quietly, holding him tightly.  "I probably shouldn't answer that question just after you made me come a dozen times."

"No no, you should,” he pressed as he pushed up to hover over you.

You smiled and looked back up at him.  "I'm yours, Bucky."

He growled, leaning down to give your neck light teasing kisses.  "Fuck, keep talkin' like that and I'll double that dozen."

"My body couldn't take it," you asserted.

"I'd make you take it," he promised.

You bit down on your lip, and he couldn't help but chuckle a little.  You weren't as good at feigning innocence as you seemed to think.

"Oh, you like that," he posited.  "Maybe someday I'll tie you down and make you come until all you know how to do is say my name, hm?"

"Bet it wouldn't even take you that long," you admitted.  "I already feel pretty braindead."

Testing that theory, he reached down and drew light circles over your swollen clit with his thumb, even just that subtle touch making your legs and inner walls quiver as your back arched.

"Bucky," you whimpered as you tried to push his hand away, "s'too much, please…"

"Nuh uh, pretty girl, I wanna see you fall apart again.  You know how many times I dreamed of making you come?"

You shook your head.

"Me either, but I wanna keep doing it until I feel like I've reached a number that at least comes close.  I've finally got you in my arms and I won't let you go until I've made up for all the time I wasted."

Notably, his cock which had begun to soften inside you was now getting hard again, from some combination of watching you and feeling you in this moment.

“How do you feel about a second round?” he suggested with a smirk, even as his muscles ached already.  Your eyes went wide but your walls clenched, too.  That was answer enough for him.  “I might break you,” he warned.

“Promise?” you smirked.

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GN Witch!Reader x Familiar!Crusaders (-Joseph)

We hope you enjoy this!!! We put a lot of love into it!

Avdol

His animal form is a Partridge Rock Chicken!

The only traits he carries from his animal form is small feathers dusting his cheekbones!

You met him while you were walking around Cairo and just happened to feel a pull towards a curtained area.

Following the pull you found yourself in front of a fortune tellers booth, a beautiful man seated behind a table.

With a kind smile he welcomed you to sit and have your fortune read, you could almost feel the electricity crackle in the air.

When he grabbed your hand it felt like lightning had struck you. You knew what he was and he knew what you were. A witch and an unbound familiar staring into one another eyes.

Still he amused you with a palm reading reading of coming good fortune and a lifetime of happiness. With a hint of mischief coloring his voice while saying the latter.

You proposed him the idea of him becoming your familiar to which he agreed after some bargaining. Such as what days he would be employed and what he could and couldn’t do!

He told you of his previous witch, a cruel woman named Enyaba, who would clip his wings so he couldn’t fly. A sad fate for such a beautiful bird.

In his chicken form he’s very cuddly and makes adorable cooing noises when you pet him.

He looks so cute when he falls asleep on your lap as you read from a grimoire you recently bought. Burrowing deeper into your warmth subconsciously as you idly fun your hand over his feathers.

He’s the perfect familiar and the perfect partner, attentive to your every need and attuned to your aura!

He’ll be your loving guardian against any spirits that may try to target you! Beings with malicious intent don’t stand a chance against him!

He specializes in fire magic and reading the auras of the world! Making him perfect for monitoring potions that are volatile!

He likes to show you all the little designs he can make with his fire magic. He loves even more the look of your face illuminated by his flames~

Has a fire elemental he calls Magicians Red that likes to follow him around! Going as far to take orders from him.

Once Magicians Red grows to like you it’ll lean down to let you sift your fingers through it soft head feathers!

Fully expect MR to join you and Avdol to cuddle! Personal furnace right there! Great in winter, intolerable in summer.

Polnareff

His animal form is a Stoat!

Carries his ears and tail from his animal form into his human form! When his hair is down it’s easier to see his ears since they aren’t covered up!

You met Polnareff while sitting in a local cafe, where he had approached you boldly to flirt. When he grabbed your hand to plant a kiss on the back, spark flew.

You could only stare in shock at one another before he grinned largely in joy! An unbound familiar finding a witch, what a lucky day!

You sat in the cafe for hours learning about one another, and eventually you extended the offer for him to become your familiar!

He accepted enthusiastically and thus you set off on your adventures!

He had a previous witch who he was bound to, known as Mariah, but she passed leaving him unbound for a long time.

He’s just as playful in his animal form as he is in human form, and enjoys rough housing with you! He likes to be tossed in the air and caught!

Likes pull pranks by hiding under furniture and farting out to nip at your ankles as you pass!

He enjoys being in contact with you someway, whether it be an arm over your shoulder or his head in your lap.

If you’ve been over working yourself on a potion he’ll whine loudly demanding your attention. He wants your attention but also knows you need a break.

He specializes in earth magic and spell casting! He is a vital help during long spell casting sessions as he helps balance you.

He’s a very affectionate and kind partner making sure to never overstep your boundaries!

Beware anything that sets its eyes upon you with malicious intent because he’ll make sure to tear them asunder.

Has a metal Gollum named Silver Chariot bound to him and it follows him everywhere, silently like a shadow.

Chariots emotions compared to humans is very muted, but if he feels affection for you he will hold onto you.

Chariot shows his affection through gifts and will often present you with flowers he’s found!

You make his bonded one happy which makes him happy! It also helps you’re kinda to him and give him gifts too! He cherishes every treasure you’ve gifted him!

Jotaro

His animal form is a Moray Eel! He’s also quite large for his species coming in at 6 feet long!

The traits he carries from his animal form are that his teeth are sharper than normal!

You met Jotaro while lazing in a secluded cove soaking in the sun. Charging a few crystals for an upcoming major spell.

You barely heard him enter but you did feel when he passed your rune barrier.

You had expected to see maybe a minor demon or a pixie, but not a hulking man who’s cold glare pierced you.

You both exchanged words as the adrenaline wore out, and you just waved him off so you could enjoy the sun without him.

He scoffed shouldering you as he walked past, electricity ran through you both. Like a live wire had hit your skin.

To be an unbound familiar this close to a witch could be dangerous when caught off guard in a secluded area.

So when Jotaro whirled around to bare his teeth at you, he was surprised to find you moving to sit back down. Didn’t you want to enslave him to you?

After a few hours of coexisting on the beach you break the ice asking questions. Sometimes he’d grunt in response or answer in rambling sentences. What an enigmatic creature.

You learned that his last witch had been a hideous woman named Midler. He had been wandering unbound for many years, ignoring every witch who begged to become bound to him.

Humming you told him that your homes open to him and left your address on the sands as you left for home. Faintly feeling blue eyes drilling into your retreating form.

Weeks later as you sat slouched over a grimoire taking notes, you heard someone pounding on your door.

When you answered the door you found yourself face to face with none other than Jotaro.

After sitting him down and going through the motions of being a host you began to talk.

He laid out his demands, days he could and couldn’t fulfill his duties, and his boundaries. You beamed at him while signing the contract agreeing to your partnership, kick starting a wonderful future!

It took a bit for mutual comfort to happen but in the end it’s well worth the wait!

Jotaro compliments your spellcasting style and is an excellent potion making assistant! Both of you taking your craft very seriously.

When your relationship takes a slow turn to partnership neither of you are surprised!

Jotaro isn’t much for outward displays but he does like to show his appreciation through gifts. He’ll drop a new griomoire he acquired in you lap saying it was an “accidental buy”.

If you’re sick he’ll call up his mother to get her soup recipes. He’ll complain as he does but you know he really doesn’t mind it.

He specializes in water magic and energy manipulation making it easier for him to control volatile spells! He’s also very proficient in drawing spell circles with near perfect precision!

Has a minor water deity named Star Platinum that always follows him around much to his annoyance.

While Jotaro isn’t affectionate Star very much is and makes up for Jotaro in that aspect!

Star will twirl you around gleefully and enjoys hanging off of you as you read or spell cast!

Both Jotaro and Star would tear apart the world with their bare hands to ensure your safety.

Kakyoin

His animal form is a Orchid Mantis!

He doesn’t retain any traits of his animal form in human form except for some pink dusted here and there!

You first met Kakyoin at your local library as you scoured the shelves for your favorite book.

As you went to grab the book a slender hand grabbed it first. Silently huffing you turned to swear at the thief but found yourself face to face with an interesting man.

He already started to walk away but you felt something pulling at your gut to stop him.

As you grabbed his wrist you felt electricity hum through you and his pupils expanded in surprise.

He tugged his hand out of your grasp and took long strides to the check out and out the door.

Well that’s one way to make an impression on a witch. You by instinct wanted to race after him but your gut anchored your feet as you watched him flee.

You didn’t run into him for many months, a careful unbound familiar who had no doubt been mistreated in the past.

You didn’t actively seek him out but it seemed that fate put its back into dragging you two together.

You found the strange man at your door one morning bloody and bruised badly. Hauling his lanky form onto your couch you got to work fixing him up.

Spell after spell you cast and even eased mild healing potions down his throat. Now all left to do was wait, so that’s what you did.

Curled up on your armchair with the newest grimoire to your collect you began reading. It took him a few hours but finally he began to stir.

He looked defensive as his purple eyes scanned your living room. Eyeing you warily as you slowly stretched from your arm chair.

As you explained what had happened and how you treated him the calmer he became. He also explained he just came to the closest house after he was attacked. A low level demon having gotten the jump on him as he slept.

You happily welcomed him to stay in your heavily warded home, which is near impossible to break into. He hesitantly took your offer and so began your journey with your new roommate!

It took months of tip toeing around one another before he finally approached you with a deal. Very clearly and sternly laying out his boundaries and expectations.

You gladly welcome his into the bond, celebrating by making a nice meal! After many years you finally had a familiar!

He helps a lot to cover the areas you lack in and help mishaps before they happen! If one side of the spell isn’t reinforced he’s there working on it! Making sure it won’t backfire in your face!

In his mantis form Kakyoin is content in just punching on you as you go about doing what you need to! He doesn’t enjoy touch as much as others but enjoys your warmth!

Enjoys looking at the outside world from his smaller perspective, behind glass and wards of course can’t have a bird snatching him!

It takes a while for Kakyoin to allow himself to court you and at first he’s very cautious. Aware of your ever movement, but as he get more comfortable he opens up more!

He enjoys holding hands with you and resting his head in your lap as you read or watch tv.

Enjoys baking for you because he’s a horrible cook. He enjoys making a great variety of desserts and you are his personal taste tester!

If you become sick he’ll show how he can make a mean chicken noodle soup from scratch. The only dish he can’t mess up when cooking!

Is a helicopter partner when you’re sick, worried if he takes his eyes off of you he’ll miss something!

He specializes in air magic and has a keen eye for plant identification! Making him useful very useful when you go foraging!

Has a bonded nature spirit named Hierophant Green that follows him wherever he goes. They’re very attached to one another.

Hierophant will be very wary of you for a long time, but as he sees that you treat Kakyoin well it’ll win his favor.

Once Hierophant becomes attached there’s letting go, he’ll follow you everywhere demanding pets.

He lets off a strangely high pitched purr when you pet him and wraps around you protectively at home.

Hierophant and Kakyoin would sacrifice the whole universe to make sure you stay safe.

Holy shit that’s.. long. We hope you enjoyed and we bid you a good morning/afternoon/evening! A lot of love went into this piece :D

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reupload because tumblr decided my readmore link on the original shouldn’t work anymore!!!!

Late Night Chat

MattsunxReader

CW: mentions of depression, established relationship, angst/fluff (happy ending)

You know Mattsun’s awake before he even speaks. The way he’s lying- face up, hands neatly folded in his stomach- is so strangely stiff compared to usual, it makes your skin crawl with worry. It’s cold without Issei wrapped around you, without his soft steady  breathing, without his nose buried into your hair. You can hear the soft sound of fingernail against skin and, even with sheets and night shrouding him, you can tell he’s picking at his hang nails again. Your eyes dart to check the clock. 3:14. Has he slept at all? 

“Can I talk to you about something? It’s important.” the shake in his voice, the unfamiliar tremor that immediately shakes off the cobwebs of sleep, tells you he can’t wait until morning. You turn, admiring how the ambient light peeking through your blinds from the street below catches his profile. His brows are knitted together, lip is caught between his teeth.  Maybe it’s a trick of the light, something about the soft orange glow, but he seems older now, almost worn. 

This is unfamiliar territory. Mattsun is always so nonchalant with his feelings, so dismissive about any sort of concern. It was rare to see him upset about anything; in fact, you could count the number of times he was anything other than pleasant on one hand. If you noticed a distant look and heavy sigh, Mattsun would consistently dismiss your concerns with a peck and a hollow laugh. The laugh. It made your brain buzz with worry whenever he pulled it out. It was high and tinny, obviously practiced. He was a bad liar,  you knew something was weighing him down from the droop of his shoulder, from the scabs on his nail beds, but it seemed wrong to press further. Every time you did, he would retreat further from you, reinforcing his facade, hiding behind a wall impossible to break.

“Of course, Issei.” you murmur, somehow feeling if you raised your voice louder than a whisper, you would break the spell.

“I just.. Sometimes.” His eyes shift to meet yours, then dart back to the ceiling, like he was caught breaking some unspoken rule. “Ah, geez, can you turn around, maybe? I can’t say it when you’re looking at me.”

Your own anxiety is building, fears that you can’t quite form into tangible thoughts squirming around in your head, but you oblige, turning face the wall. He shifts as well, mirroring you. Pressing his back against you, he loops a leg between yours, tangling himself. You turn your head slightly, catching only the outline of his shoulder against the darkness. 

“Hey, no peeking.” With every breath he presses farther into your back, searching for the comfort of your presence. Silence weighs heavy between you and, for a second, you fear that the moment has passed- that Mattsun has retreated back into his shell. “I just wanted to let you know…”

He breathes out slowly as he pulls the blanket closer to him.

“Sometimes, I get sad.” he’s almost swallowing his words, trying his hardest not to be heard, face pressed against the pillow. The soft picking sound of his nails against skin grows faster as he continues. “Like, really sad. So sad my body aches ‘nd my brain feels numb.. And there’s no reason to feel like that, but I do.”

You resist the urge to turn over, instead just tilting your head back into the space between his shoulder blades. He only hums at the contact before continuing.

“It’s just hard.” he continues. His voice is so unusually delicate, teetering on the brink of breaking. “Because sometimes I- I- god, it sounds so stupid,” he hisses out ‘stupid’ like it’s a curse. “but I get so tired. I can’t even bother to do basic shit some days. It’s pathetic. 

“ They said the meds would help, and they do mostly, but sometimes it still feels like there’s this- this- blanket over my head, weighing me down and I just wanna lay down and sleep. But, I’m trying not to be like that, for you, ‘cause-."

“Can I look at you now?” 

Mattsun snaps his jaw shut so hard that the sound makes you jump. “Fuck. Not yet, I just-”  Silence lulls over him before he draws in a shaking breath. Mattsun rolls over carefully, enveloping you in his long limbs. One arm drapes over your chest limply, as if he’s afraid to hold any tighter. You lift your head instinctively to let him prop his arm underneath, but instead his fingers find your hair. He twirls a loose strand between his fingers, inspecting the way it moves with almost too much curiosity. He’s distracting himself, you decide. Even though he’s next to you again, the comforting feeling of warmth against your skin back, he feels so far away. “I just wanna say a little more. I can’t say it if you’re looking at me.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re going to look disappointed.” he breathes, “And that’s gonna hurt me.”

Instinctively, you begin to move again, but the way Mattsun recoils, fingers flexing, shoulders bunching, reminds you of the boundaries. “Issei, why would I ever be-?”

“Because…” he grumbles, trying to gather his words, “I’m going to keep talking and you’re going to realise you’re too good for me. That I’m not as good as you think I am. 

His hand flexes into a fist, resting under the soft dip of your breast, with a heavy sigh.  “I just wanted to let you know now.” he says finally. “Before you, like, plan a future with me or something.”

“Issei, don’t say that.” you whisper, placing a hand over his. He tenses for a moment, before pulling you into him, tucking his knees into the backs of yours. 

“I’m sorry.” he says to the hair in between his fingers as he continues his ministrations. 

“Issei.” strain your neck to see him, searching his surprisingly flat expression for…. Something. Anything. "Can I please turn around now?”

Mattsun answers by relaxing his grip, giving you the freedom to roll into his chest and clutch at the fabric of his shirt. For a split second, you’re acutely aware of how he smells- the lavender body wash you had bought him to replace the 3-in-1 he used to love, the dryer sheets that he always uses too many of, and, underneath it all, the scent of him. Breathing deep, you nestle further into him. Despite how composed he managed to keep himself, his heart betrays him; you can feel the way his heartbeat tattooed across his skin even through his clothing. You open to speak, but words fail you.

Instead, you tug on his shirt and in the dim, you can see his eyes widen ever so slightly as he comes to you. With only the tilt of your head, your lips meet, only slightly off the mark from each other. The kiss is sloppy, disjointed and desperate, barely clinging on to each other. His breath, hot against your face, hitches as he swipes his tongue against your own and you can’t ignore how he tastes like cinnamon and salt. The kiss says nothing, but everything you couldn’t all at once. The kiss dissolves, along with some of the tension in the air, but he doesn’t pull away, instead resting his nose against your cheek bone.

“I’ve already planned a future with you.” you say after a beat, blindly reaching up to wipe his cheeks, the moisture there surprising you. A finger brushes too close to his eye and he flinches with a broken laugh.  “And nothings going to change that.”

Mattsun just nods. He audibly swallows before letting out an airy laugh, cracked slightly from his tears. “Fuck, this is why I asked you to turn around. I didn’t want you to know.”

“Hey, now, don’t cry. I’m here.” he tightens his grip around you, crushing you into his chest. Whether the shake of his limbs is from effort or emotion, you can’t tell.

“I was worried.” he admits, “Fuck, I was so, so worried you’d, you’d-”

His lips find yourself this time. It’s deeper, searching for an intimacy neither of you can vocalize. “I’m right here.” you whisper into him. “I know I can’t take it all away from you Issei, but I hope I can at least make it a little better.”

“You always do.” he presses a kiss against your brow. “You always do.”

[p-antomime]

dawn addiction.

— minors don't interact.

— wc: 3,3K

content + warnings: 18+, including: car sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, public sex (kinda of), unprotected sex, tummy bulge, pet names (dabi actually calls the reader "princess"), virginity loss (only mentioned), i bit of fluff bye

pairings: no quirk!dabi x fem!reader

— song: Press Your Number; by TAEMIN

After waking up alone one dark night without you sleeping next to him in the spacious bed placed in the middle of his room, Dabi catches himself thinking about you and feeling strange without having your warm body next to his in the bed. Thinking about Y/N was becoming a vicious habit for him and it was the kind of addiction that the more he fed, the more it seemed to swallow his sanity. However, he didn't blame you for not wanting to be seen or related to him, in a small town like the two of you Touya was the delinquent that people avoided interacting with lest they be excluded from that closed society.

He stretches to the side in order to get his own phone from the small table placed on the side of his bed and finds himself standing there for a few seconds feeling the smell of your body that permeated the pillow next to him. After taking a deep inhale, Dabi unlocks his cell phone to try to call you, but there is no answer, after all, it was past 1:00 AM in the dawn and Y/N was now probably lying in her own bed in her house trying to sleep.

The dark haired man lets out an impatient grunt before dropping the cell phone on the bed. He was deeply rooted in you and, because of that, feeling like an insane madman who was insisting on something that couldn't be his. But what could he do but fall in love with you after kissing your lips countless times and spreading your legs dangerously wide for him before claiming your virginity as his?

And the end of that night, just like all the others where you would finish fucking and you would shamefully put on your clothes to go home, would be filled by him masturbating with the thought of your naked body running through his mind.

Touya could feel the warm temperature of yours with little mental effort with his own fingers and would cling to the fading memories of the few non-sexual moments you had shared over the past few months.

That night, Dabi slept when the sun was already up, but Y/N, on the other hand, didn't even sleep a wink. She couldn't even take a lousy nap, because her eyes were glued to her cell phone screen waiting to see if he would call her again because on the first call of the night she wasn't brave enough to answer knowing that her parents were half a wall away. A coward? Yes, that's what she was. But there was a perfect daughter demeanor that she needed to maintain, especially if she wanted to continue to nurture her father's idea of letting her start studying at a university in the metropolitan area of the country.

Y/N would turn twenty a week from today — and if her father's promise to give you a car came true, her plan was already halfway done — and she didn't want to be stuck in that small, rural town forever. She had big dreams, and, ironically, in most of them the fulminating image of Dabi was present beside her. What if she was the only one there who wanted to leave that life? What if he didn't want to leave with her? But more importantly, at what point had their relationship become so deep?

It was now 7 o'clock in the morning, which meant that in about two hours your parents would wake up to go to work. You took a deep breath and reached out to grab the cell phone lying next to you on the bed, and then began to type a message as brief and vague as possible to your lover:

"Pack up all your stuff by next Friday. Take everything that you think is important or of value to you, pack it up, and meet me on the other side of the bridge that leads to the avenue out of town, the side that has the rusty 'Welcome to our town' sign. At two o'clock in the morning. No delays. And please try not to draw too much attention, wear the most decent, neutral clothes you have in your closet. Oh, and bring documents."

And all week long you could barely look your parents in the face without feeling guilty for wanting to break free from their protective arms, but you just couldn't take it anymore. You hated that small town, and you also hated being forced to go to church every Thursday and Sunday with your mother because she said that God would "bless you with all your dreams come true," so why didn't he just indirectly help you leave that town behind? Literally, the only thing holding you back in that town was Touya and you wanted to take him with you outside the boundaries of that town that looked more like a village forgotten by the rest of the world.

Y/N's favorite place to be was Dabi's lips, and even then, the girl's replies to him by messages and short calls that didn't last more than 5 minutes started to decrease drastically. The useless monologues continue to increase inside her mind. Until the Thursday before her birthday when Y/N was about to fall asleep after standing for almost 2 hours listening to the local church mass hoping that her mother would not notice her slouching and irritable posture, suddenly a sound of something banging against her bedroom window was heard. And initially she didn't bother to get up to find out what had caused the noise, until she heard it twice more and frowned as she got out of bed after seeing that it was almost two o'clock in the dawn.

You drew the curtains in front of the window, opened it and stuck your head out, looking down and suddenly feeling your cheeks heat up violently. And there was Touya looking at you with a look of sorrow and animosity. He pointed in the direction of the hidden backyard behind your house where the two of you in the beginning of your relationship used to hide just to spend some time together or have a make-out session that ended up leaving both of you sexually frustrated because neither of you had the courage to have sex in that place where anyone could see you if you made too much noise. However, Dabi was the devil in your life worth sinning for.

— What the fuck are you doing here? — Y/N asked almost desperately as she felt Touya wrap one of his arms around her waist to glue their bodies together.

— What? Can't a man miss his beloved and want to go see her? — He asked, holding her face with his free hand. — You barely answer my messages.

— I told you we were going to meet tomorrow, on Friday. — You rested your hands on his chest to move away just enough to look him in the face.

— And about that, you're killing me with curiosity, princess. What are you thinking of doing tomorrow? It's your birthday. — Dabi commented, running his thumb along her bottom lip affectionately.

— I-I know. — You replied, looking away. — I was planning on... going out... with you. — You just didn't say it was going to be an out-of-town trip with no intention of coming back.

— What are you hiding? — He asked, leaning down to place a simple, tender kiss on her lips.

— Would you follow me wherever I went?

— I would follow you to the ends of hell if you asked me to. — Dabi answered, and instinctively you grabbed his face to place your lips back on theirs in a kiss deeper than the one before in a frenzy of feeling.

— Then do it. — Y/N whispered against his lips staring into his beautiful turquoise eyes. — For my birthday the only thing I ask from you is to always be by my side, I don't need material gifts.

Seconds after you finished speaking, the sound of footsteps inside your house could be heard, and a shiver ran down your back as your hands desperately pushed Dabi away in the direction of the very door through which the two of you had entered the yard.

— Damn, not even at dawn I... — Touya began to complain as he walked briskly away from you and disappeared into the darkness of the night to return to his house.

— Shhh, shut up. I'll see you at dawn. Two o'clock, don't forget. — You whispered loud enough for him to hear you as you turned back and faced the back door of your house slowly opening to reveal to you the sleepy figure of your father.

— Honey? — He asked, and you gasped as if you were distracted by something while you could hear your heart beating rapidly. — What are you doing out here? It's late? and cold, you might catch cold.

— I... — Y/N looked around just to make sure there was no more sign of Dabi. — I heard a noise here when I went down to get some water and just wanted to come down and see if it wasn't an animal or something. But it was nothing, I guess it was just my mind playing with me. — It was a good enough lie considering that it wasn't hard to wake up during the night to go to the bathroom or eat something from the fridge.

And then your father called you inside and you promptly went. As the day went on, not even your father's birthday present with the car seemed to quell the anxiety inside you of going to see Dabi in the middle of the night with no intention of coming home. Y/N packed three backpacks and after watching your parents go to sleep, put them all on the back seats of the car after grabbing the keys that your father had left on top of the coffee table in the living room, and also grabbing some money from your father's safe that was in a secluded room in the residence.

After writing a short, albeit long, letter explaining to her mother that she was going to the metropolitan city — but without saying with whom — to try a new life there and that you would be fine because "there were friends waiting for you there" — which was a big lie, but she didn't need to know that — Y/N put on a sweatshirt and ran out of her now former home. Remembering all the various driving lessons her mother had made her take last year, you put the key in the ignition and made sure that your license and other documents were in one of the pockets of the three backpacks on the back seats. And you set off across town to reach the end of the bridge that served as both a gateway into and out of the city, parking exactly beside the welcome sign.

After about fifteen minutes, you watched a silhouette approach through the darkness, and if you didn't recognize the blue-toned sweatshirt with white details that Dabi usually wore when he didn't want to attract attention, you would surely lock yourself inside your car for fear that it was some sexual predator. Before he could finish approaching you at the agreed upon spot and open his mouth to vocalize something, you ran toward him to jump into his arms and kiss him fervently like you hadn't done in almost two weeks. He didn't fight your grip and responded to your display of affection instantly, he missed your touch more than he would admit.

— Where are we going? — He asked, analyzing her new car as he watched you open the back seat door and gestured for him to put his own belongings inside.

— To the big city. — You answered unlocking the door next to the driver's seat after hearing Dabi choke on his own saliva looking at you as if he hadn't heard you correctly. — Come in. — Your head swiveled inward.

— What do you mean we're going to the city? What about your parents? You have a loving family here, I have nothing to lose, but you? — Dabi put one hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently.

— I want to go to the city. I want to live with you. — Y/N replied feeling her cheeks heat up and looking at him expectantly. — You said you would go anywhere with me, to the ends of hell.

— And I will, but this decision... — You interrupted him.

— Please. For once in my life I want to do things my way. Without having to hide you from anyone, without having anyone judge me for being with you. Let's go to another city, live together, we'll figure it out when we get there. — You put one hand on his forearm, squeezing it gently.

Touya took a few seconds to process the information and after looking from you to the car, he said:

— Where are the keys? — You waved them in front of him, flashing an amused smile. — So get in the car, doll face. I'll drive. — He gave you a light slap on the butt before pushing you toward the driver's seat, getting into the car and putting the key in the ignition. — How long until we reach the city?

— About six hours, we can get there in the morning.

— Great. — Dabi started the car and began to drive along the deserted road while resting one hand on Y/N’s covered thigh and occasionally giving the area a gentle squeeze.

After about an hour of driving, you became distracted by fiddling with your cell phone until you noticed his long fingers sneaking up and over your thighs until they came dangerously close to Dabi's real intended destination. Her eyes cast a serious countenance at him as if she were silently saying: "Don't you dare" and in response his lips parted in a defiant smile as his hand on the steering wheel slowed and eventually brought the car to a full stop.

— C'mon. It's been almost two weeks since we had sex. — He said, lowering the two seats you were sitting on and pulling you to sit on his lap with your back against the steering wheel.

— And the best place you could find to have sex was inside my new car? — Despite your complaint, you didn't try to restrain his hands from reaching into your sweatshirt to grab and squeeze your breasts, nor did you object to the feeling of his knee pressing against the middle of your legs.

Touya lifts your arms and pulls up your sweatshirt and then concentrates on removing the simple tank top and lacy bra you were wearing, shortly after which he leans over your body to take one of your nipples between his lips to begin stimulating it. In response, you rub your hips against his leg as your hands grip his dark hair as a way to relieve the growing tension settling through your body. His hands slowly slid down your back, past your waist and into your pants, while his right hand also invaded your panties to run his fingers over your pussy lips and his left was busy opening the buttons of that garment.

Y/N put her hands on the hem of his sweatshirt, pulled it up, and was not surprised to see him with nothing underneath. Strangely enough, his skin was naturally too warm and it was not hard to believe that even with the low temperature outside the car he would only need a casual sweatshirt to not feel cold. And that was exactly why you liked so much to run your hands along his body exploring him calmly to make your touches last longer.

Dabi turned his body so that you were lying on the passenger seat and stood over you with a smug smile as his hands dug in and squeezed the skin of your legs after he finished getting rid of your pants with some difficulty because of the tight space.

— Keep your legs open for me or I won't let you cum, princess. — He whispered, sliding his mouth down her torso to her pelvis and pulling her hips up as high as possible before burying his fingers inside her pussy and enveloping her clit with his lips.

Y/N's hands gripped Touya's now messy hair and pushed his face against her hip in search of more of that mind-blowing pleasure she had missed for the few days she had been avoiding him. Suddenly the car became extremely hot, almost to the point where you both felt suffocated and ironically neither of you cared about that, not when Dabi was curving his fingers and sucking your clit in the way that always made your vision cloud and too loud moans escape your mouth. But, you didn't want to cum in his mouth, so your hands moved his face away from your hips and pulled his body up.

— Please, Touya, I need you inside me. — Her voice was slurred by her rapid breathing.

Dabi didn't need you to say anything else, he just stepped back briefly to get rid of the clothes that were still covering his lower body, adjusted your hips to his, leaned on the car door behind your body and guided his cock to the entrance of your pussy. As you felt him fill and enlarge you completely with his tip rubbing against your cervix, you groaned, leaning on his shoulders to face him and watching the small rise against your belly that was always present when that black haired man penetrated you.

Touya slid one hand down your neck and closed his fingers around your neck applying just the right amount of pressure to make waves of pleasure run through your body and not to hurt you. He began to move and Y/N passed her legs around his waist moving her body downward every time Dabi moved upward, occasionally he would take her lips on his just because he liked to feel her moans against his mouth and the rhythm of his hips gradually began to get harder and faster.

— I should cum inside you, hmm? — Touya asked, keeping eye contact with you every moment he thrust inside you again and making you clench your walls around his length without you even realizing it. — Damn, I love you so much, you have no idea what I would do for you.

— So show me. — You grabbed the wrist of his hand that was still resting on your neck and squeezed it without too much force. — Make me your girl.

With a smug and satisfied smile, he continued thrusting himself against her insides to the point where her hips began to ache just seconds before she reached her own orgasm with her nails digging into the skin of Touya's arm and her back arching as spasms coursed through her entire body at a high rate of speed. He gave a few thrusts against your pussy until the white streaks of cum painted your insides and slowly pulled out of you, wanting to prolong the feeling of having you squeeze him some more.

Dabi let his tired body fall back against the driver's seat and concentrated on stabilizing his breathing while you did the same as you looked up at him with the following thought running through your mind: "This is definitely the man I want to be with forever". The thought made your cheeks burn and it didn't go unnoticed by him:

— What? — One of his eyebrows arched.

— Nothing, I was just thinking... about you, about us. — You answered, starting to look around the car for your clothes, and an amused laugh came from Touya's mouth, who looked at you tenderly.

— So I'm always on your mind?

— More than you think, yes. — Y/N answered, leaning over to place a tender kiss at the corner of his lips. — Now get ready, get your clothes, let's get back on the road.

— Can we fuck again before we get to the city again? — Her eyes narrowed in disapproval.

— Shut up, you idiot.

[myelocin]

what comes after fate | kuroo tetsurou

synopsis: they say the number three is reserved for what fate has in store, and you just hope that on the third time, kuroo tetsurou would finally choose you.

characters: kuroo tetsurou, you

genre: hurt/comfort, another promotion 4 self love once again

wc: 3200+

a/n: this baby has so much self projection r we even surprised anymore

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“I’m always here for you,” is what you used to say instead of “I love you,” because for a while, Tetsurou’s heartfelt “Thank you,” sufficed.

You never bothered to learn her name, but you knew he called her love. And it was fitting, you think. Because the first time around, when you were only nineteen and feeling like all that you’ll ever have in the world will be found in the now—love was what was in front of you.

But in front of him was her.

She with the sweet dimpled smiles, freckled cheeks under the right amount of sunshine, and the waters of the pacific for eyes.

She.

Her.

Love.

So for Kuroo Tetsurou—what he thought was his future was her. His love.

Then for you, what you thought was love was him.

Tetsurou who used to be the boy who snuck into your room from your windows, a bag of donuts in one hand, and his car keys in the other. The love you sought to be part of your future was what was in the moment. Him.

And even if the summer nights you spent with him meant listening to stories of she whose name you still can’t recall—it was fine. Because when you were sixteen, those same nights in bloom where the stars above that twinkled brighter than the city lights looked down on you—you knew there would always be a slice in history when it was just the both of you.

“She’s something else,” you’d listen to him say, and the way Tetsurou’s eyes would squint when he smiled at the sky only had you thinking that it looked like he was looking at the sun instead of the moon.

Love, you come to conclude, wasn’t blind. It was what gave the smallest details the brightest spotlights as it comes into center stage.

For him it was the way love would scrunch her nose at his questions, tuck her hair behind her ear when she was called to answer a question in class, and quite evidently his favorite—the way her voice would hike up half a pitch if she was flustered enough.

And when Tetsurou would turn to face you and ask, “Have you ever been in love?” with his voice as breathless as you always caught yourself to be when he smiles at you, you could only nod your head.

“I guess I have,” would come your reply as you exhale. Your truth being the very thing that has your heart racing one minute before diving recklessly in the next.

“Who?” Tetsurou would ask, his voice always teasing.

He smiles, gold eyes glowing like the bokeh of streetlights faded in the background, and the sight has you holding your breath.

“Just someone,” you’d reply and pray that your message somehow reaches him despite the wordless confession.

“Someone, huh,” he’d repeat your words with an almost dreamlike expression as he turns away and looks up at the stars again. The summer breeze tugs at the sleeve of your blouse and as it leaves you exhale your truth with it.

“What if it’s you?” you say, looking at him, and the wind retreats to the trees as it gives your truth the chance to be known with a stage of silence.

“What do you mean me?” Tetsurou asks quietly.

The wind stays in the trees, the leaves rustling the only thing you can hear with the silence that hangs in the air. You can’t tell if it’s on your side or not, so you turn from the skies and face him instead.

“That’s just my truth,” you tell him, smiling softly.

He smiles at you, eyes patient and the hand that found yours warm.

“Your truth, huh?” he repeats next to you again, and your heart flutters at the silver lining you found in his eyes. And that same silver lining was what ignited the flames of hope in you that lasted far longer than you would have liked.

After you spoke your truth, what you saw in the smile he offered you was the first step, and because you loved him, you took it upon yourself to walk three steps forward instead of only one.

Love really wasn’t blind, you realize again. In your case, it was just blinding.

-

You were still blinded after that night, and you don’t come to realize it as soon as you would have preferred to.

The first time Tetsurou loves, seven months later he lets go and returns to you with a tremble in his lips and a yearning for the comfort that left his heart.

“You just love too much,” you wanted to say, but before the words could pass your lips, you were rendered speechless as the epiphany strikes you that you weren’t far off from where he was.

Too much, being the fact that you still stayed despite the morning after you laid your truth bare, he came to you with love holding his hand and a newfound radiance laced with his smile. But it worked out, you suppose, because seven months later Tetsurou stands in front of you again with his car keys in one hand and a bag of donuts in the other.

“Sappy nights and star gazing again?” are the words he says coupled with the same pair of golden eyes are what took you to release the tension in your shoulders and slip back in the cycle.

The cycle, being the fact that you’re lying on your backs in the very field you set your truth free, with his eyes and the background bokeh lights making you want to take another dive again. Beside you, Tetsurou is silent, but the look on his face is making you wonder if he’s struggling to explain the infinite all over again.

“I should have just loved you,” is what he says to break the silence, and just like that, your heart’s leaping to dive again.

“You still can, you know,” you answer, because you mean it. The truth of the matter was you always were still there despite his departure. Your heart left at the gate for him to claim when—if—he returned, while your body waited somewhere nearby to watch for his arrival.

“I’ve always been and I always will be here for you, Tetsu,” you finish, smiling with the honesty wrapped with your words.

“Are you really giving your heart that easily?” Tetsurou asks, and his voice you hear more than a sliver of vulnerability, so you take that as a cue to wade in waters even deeper by yourself. The golds of his eyes looked like the embers of a fire, but despite the absence of flame you still could feel the resonance of warmth.

You want to keep the warmth, so you fan the flames.

“That’s just my truth, Tetsu,” you tell him with nothing but raw vulnerability.

The wind ceases to rustle in the trees, because in this night, you feel it dancing on your shoulders: on the strands of your hair that you fastened with a clip behind your hair, and at Tetsurou’s lashes as he stares and blinks at you slowly.

“You said the same thing back then,” he laughs in a whisper, and when he leans in—you stay as still as the wind that you barely even realize has stopped moving.

“Because I meant it,” you try to say, but his lips are already on yours before the thoughts in your brain could even get a chance to try to connect.

Every word of it, you think to yourself as you look at Tetsurou, with his eyes closed and face up, bathing in moonlight.

-

He doesn’t call you love, like he did with her, but he calls you friend.

“I guess we just got carried away,” he tells you a few weeks later, and for the second time, you can only nod your head, mouth silent, but thoughts raging at his words.

You think about that night, of his sadness, then at how lonely his lips felt pressed against yours. Perhaps “carried away,” really was a good way to explain things, because in the second time you saw the silver lining for reciprocation in his eyes again, instead of taking one step and meeting him in the middle—you took it upon yourself to leap to three and meet him at his doorstep instead.

Only he hadn’t bothered to cross his own threshold as you already made it way past the boundary of yours.

But it should have been fine, because love was patient, right?

So you offer him a smile, knocking your shoulder against his again and exhaling silently as you swirl the melting cubes of ice around your glass again.

The world outside is storming, so the café the two of you found served as a nice refuge to let the storm pass.

The condensation drips on the side, and as you look at the rain still pouring outside, in that moment you feel a little trapped.

“You figured yourself out?” you ask him, nudging at his shoulder and setting your gaze down to look at your drink.

For a few moments, Tetsurou doesn’t answer you, instead opting to just keep his attention focused on the raindrops beating against the window the two of you are sat behind.

“How do we even know if we figured ourselves out?” he eventually chuckles, his shoulders dropping at the change of atmosphere.

You grin, not exactly sure how to formulate the answer to his question with only words, but you let out a sigh and attempt to do so anyway.

“We don’t,” you tell him truthfully. “I guess there are just moments where we feel so sure of something that it feels like we have shit figured out, but that could also change in the next moment. I guess what I’m meaning to ask is if anything has clicked for you at the moment?”

“I guess there has,” he tells you, setting his gaze down for a brief second. That’s when you notice the slight tug at the corner of his lips, so you drop your straw back down the glass and give him a pointed look.

“Care to share?” you say with a laugh.

“I don’t wanna break your heart,” is Tetsurou’s truth, because when he turns to face you for the first time that night—you can see hesitation evident in his eyes.

“Because I love you?” you ask, not really seeking for an answer, but you get one anyway when Tetsurou hangs his head and reshifts his gaze to something in the corner of the table.

“I already told you two truths before, didn’t I?” you question him once more, and beside you, Tetsurou stays silent instead of just nodding his head.

“I guess I owe you another truth then,” you start, pushing your ice filled glass to the side and folding your arms in front of you as you lean forward on the table.

Facing forward, you look at the force of the rain, then listen for the sound of the wind that hides behind no trees this time because tonight it’s in front of you raging as if to say it’s really time for you to spill your truth—in its entire vulnerability.

So take it as a cue, and do just that.

“You’ve already broken my heart twice, Tetsu. I think I still have it in me to take one more,” you declare in a voice that isn’t a whisper, and just how it was in the past, your heart still managed to leap with your words.

“I can take it,” you repeat, locking eyes with him through the reflection of the darkened window in front of you. Because of the distortion, you can’t read the expression in his eyes. Tetsurou was someone who always happened to be just the right kind of transparent for you, because for as long as you’ve known him—his emotions were as easy to read as the intention he expressed them with.

First, he sighs: the kind that’s deep and slowly released like he’s an old man looking over his will. Then, he turns his head again to look at you, and you could already see the apology swimming in the golden eyes you’ve come to adore before he could open his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” it says, and when you focus on the sounds of the rain instead of his voice that comes, the only thing you can read from his lips was because for him love, had always been her.

Tetsurou’s love, whose name you still can’t recall to this day.

Love, with her ocean eyes and poetry for words, and you can’t hate her because you don’t even know her.

“Friends?” he asks you, and you only shoot a smile his way, before looking forward at the windows again.

If something was fate, you recall, it happens on the third time. As you wait for the rain to slow, you allowed yourself to fall in step with the silence so you could gather your thoughts.

A phone rings—Tetsurou’s, you recognize, and when he picks it up, there is sunshine in the tone of his voice.

Love, he greets. So, you think about love.

But the love where fate was involved. Three, you think. It was supposed to be on the third.

The first time you meet Tetsurou through the rose colored lenses you wore yourself, the truth you gave him—which he listened to—counted as the first. You scoff inwardly when you think about the outcome, because despite the silver lining he gave you, for him, love was somebody who wasn’t you.

The second, was in that night he kissed you. A kiss that felt like its beginnings came straight from between the pages of a story book. Where prince charming heard your truth once more and decided that this time, love was you, and that this was right.

You realize that you forgot to count the fact that with a fresh wound also came a different sort of vulnerability. The kind where it sought healing more than reason.

And that night, perhaps because you laid yourself bare too—your healing meant his comfort instead of the salvation he sought after.

So the two times he loves, let goes, and cries all with a love that still isn’t you.

Where he loved her once, let go and realized that he loved her still, and for the third time came back to her but this time stayed. The first, second, and third for you meant a rebounded sort of love and misunderstood connections, while the three for him meant the love fate had long promised.

Because in the third, you realize as you listen to him speak to love over the phone—the third, or fate, is where he stays. He talks about her like you would him, and when the rain drops harder with the howling wind, you awaken to the truth that it hurts.

So what comes after the third? you ask the storm outside. You’re also the third storm of the season, so what now?

The wind doesn’t slow, but it rattles at the glass on the window even harder, so you try to find your answer in that. The wind was always on your side, you like to think.

After the third, you begin to think, comes something else. It isn’t the first where you begin again, or the second where you think about second chances and rewriting failed endings. In contrary, it isn’t the third where things finally click together either—like all the movies suggest.

The answer is simple; because what comes after the third is simply the fourth.

The fourth, being the careful steps taken to walk away. Where the heaviness in your chest means that you’re finally facing the blunt of the storm outside the eye of the hurricane. It’s leaving that false safety net that moreso trapped you for a lot longer that you realized, instead of protect you.

It’s grabbing your bag and thanking your lucky stars for bringing an umbrella with you, because you only tap him on the shoulder once and wave goodbye when you’re already halfway out the door. It’s walking through the puddles in your favorite pair of heels and almost losing your balance, if it wasn’t for the unusual gust of wind that kept you upright at the very last second. It’s looking at him when you finally make it across the street, sheltered under an awning, as he only looks down at his drink and smiles the kind of smile that you used to smile for him. It’s crying in vulnerability and thanking the rain along with the rose colored lenses Tetsurou wore because with that he couldn’t see the fact that your heart still hurts despite you saying that you could “take his truth.”

The fourth is saying “fuck you,” and “I’m done,” for as many times as you wish until your lungs give out and your throat becomes more hoarse than relieved. Because at the end of the day, letting yourself cry is a different sort of relief when you’re finally allowing yourself to realize that despite the steps you’ve taken for healing—shit just fucking sucks.

But what comes after fate, most importantly—is yourself.

It’s shaking off the raindrops, drying your hair, and getting in that taxi, the image of golden eyes against bokeh lights the last thing on your mind. Where you don’t shut off your phone, but mute his contact despite the what ifs calling you back at every stoplight.

You’re only reminded of your position in the present when the lights turn green, and just like that, you just go.

Yourself, being the person you begin to prioritize, because when Tetsurou texts you again, a photo of him with his car keys and a familiar box of donuts in hand, your only reply is a quick “I’m busy tonight,” and nothing more.

What comes after fate is yourself because after facing the reality of the storm that’s been raging, and making peace with the message the wind has been trying to deliver, you finally see the waiting sun peaking behind the exhausted rainclouds.

Vanilla skies, you smile. They’re the first thing that greets you, and your breath is stolen just like that.

Tetsurou’s name flashes on your screen again, but you don’t see it. What comes after fate is standing under the swirls of vanilla in the sky while the stars of your yesterday’s midnight sky calls you for company yet again, and you, not bothering to answer.

You think of golden eyes, the bokeh city lights, and the plethora of stars dancing around the moon. Your heart aches, but it’s the kind where it dulls as quick as it comes, so you breathe in and bask in the smell of morning dewdrops after the heavy rainfall.

A missed call, and a text that reads “I miss you” comes.

You leave it unread.

Because truth be told, you always preferred the vanilla skies over the moonlit nights anyway.

 -

a/n: i h8 men that is all tq

[lilhwahwa]

White Hemlock, 2 - 𝙋.𝙎𝙃

WARNING: mafia au! Strong language! BLOOD! liddol angst? Liddol fluffy. Not proof read o.o

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Summary from last part: Y/N’s family gets threatened by an anonymous number. Y/N has to poison Seonghwa and knock him out temporarily in order to keep everyone safe, but gets caught slipping the poisonous herb into his tea which lead to a rather heated confrontation in his home office at dawn. 

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That night, when you had returned from the bathroom in your and Seonghwa's shared room, you found him gone. A part of you was relieved, knowing that meant his confrontation wouldn't continue longer than it already had. But another part of you, your heart specifically, kept aching for the man you loved to come back soon and hold you in his warm embrace. Where was he anyway? Was he going to go after the people who sent you the messages? If that was the case, you knew it would be impossible to stop him once he started, aware of his need to finish tasks thoroughly.  

You had heard shuffling in your shared bedroom after Seonghwa instructed you to go clean up in the bathroom. And after the confrontation in his office, you had no intentions to argue further and did as instructed. You splashed cold water onto your face with shaky hands, mind replaying the moment your lover had connected the metal tip of his gun to your temple, his loaded gun. The wooden door of your bedroom shutting close brought you back to reality. He had left for the night.

You sighed, twisting and turning in your bed as scenarios of Seonghwa getting beaten by big, scary guys played out before your closed eyes. Harshly cold shivers ran down your legs and spine every time you imagined his stoic face twist in pain and instead kept your eyes opened, not wanting to see such a sight again. 'How ironic, you were going to poison him anyway...' you thought to yourself, chest still heavy with guilt as you realized how close you were to hurting your loved one. Your hand desperately rubbed at the ache in your stomach in small circular motions, the action being ineffective as the tightness spread to your chest, pressing you down further into the soft mattress as if a heavy weight had been placed on top of you.

If it weren't for the long and dark drapes hanging over the windows in your room, you'd think it was still night time, mere minutes having passed since you went to bed. Yet no sleep had made it even close to you even after hours, only melancholic thoughts of Seonghwa getting hurt, there to entertain your exhausted brain. At this point it was torture. Should you call him? Would he even answer? No, he would probably be angry still.

As you sighed, ready to turn to your other side again, you heard faint footsteps slowly growing louder as they approached your bedroom. The marble floor outside helped you make a perfect calculation of how far away this person was, and just as the door flew open, your eyes shut tightly, every muscle in your body squeezing tightly as you tensed up.

"Fucking hell-" a low curse sounded in the otherwise silent room. Seonghwa's shallow breaths filled the rest of the silence as you heard him shuffle to what seemed the bathroom. 'Correct', you thought as the bathroom door shut closed.  

Did Seonghwa fall for that? Did he think you had fallen asleep? You felt almost proud of having fooled him for once, mind racing back to the few times you pretended to be asleep. Those times always ended up with Seonghwa's lips turning up into a cocky smirk as he attacked your sensitive sides with tickles, refusing to let go of your shaking form until tears were streaming down your face from the laughter. No matter how unpleasant it felt, you always looked forward to the soft kiss he sealed his actions with.

You were brought out of your thoughts when a pained groan weakly made its way through the bathroom door.  Your brows knitted together in concern as you sat up immediately. Had you heard it correctly or was it your mind playing games on your exhausted state?

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed as another groan made its way to you. Eyebrows furrowed and nerves eating away at your stomach, you carefully stepped over to the bathroom. With a shaky hand, you push down on the door handle, revealing a sickening sight. Seonghwa sat on the closed toilet lid. Crimson red blood trickled down his lips and chin before joining messily at his neck, running down and under his white dress shirt that was soaked in dried blood already.

"S-Seonghwa?" your bottom lip quivered as you stood frozen at the door frame. At that moment he seemed to stop his cleaning up process, hand pausing in the air as he acknowledged your presence. Fuck, he had forgotten to lock the door.

"Leave," he grumbled before pressing a cotton pad to his nose, tilting his head back slightly as the white material quickly absorbed the flow of blood from his nose. You didn't even acknowledge the tears threatening to spill from you as your chest forgot to rise, forgot to take a breath. A harsh sounding and tight-throated sob leaves your lips as it all comes crashing down. It was not your initial discomfort for blood, but rather his blood that made your hands tremble as you took another step closer to him.

"I said leave," he spits, knowing he wouldn't be able to handle cleaning up and seeing you cry at the same times. Knowing he'd rather bleed out comforting you, than tending to his wounds.

"N-no," you sniffle and come even closer, collecting yourself with a shaky breath as your eyes searched for more cotton pads and the hydrogen peroxide liquid, having heard from Hongjoong once or twice that it was used to stop blood quicker. With shaky hands, you reach out to his face and cringe as your hands touch the warm and soaked cotton pad, removing it from his bloody nose and throwing it away into the sink. You swallowed back a pained sob that threatened to leave your lips when you saw the blossoming purple bruise around his left eyes. Your bottom lip quivered, but you said nothing as you grabbed a new cotton pad, twisting it into a small string and pouring the liquid onto it before gently pushing it into his nose.

You looked down at your bloodied hands and then back at his face. Seonghwa had closed his eyes again, trying his best to stop any emotions from being able to enter and leave him. He knew he had to think logically from now on, and seeing your heartbroken form would do the exact opposite, he'd snap in mere seconds.

You reach out gently, placing your hand on his sharp jaw, gently as if he was made out of porcelain. You still found him breathtaking, and despite the circumstances, you couldn't help but look down at his plump, slightly chapped, lips.

"Hwa," you whispered more to yourself, voice breaking. You shook your head when you were met with silence, knowing you had to do something to help him. It's the least you could do. With that, you reached for a small towel, turning away from Seonghwa to wet the rough material with warm water. Without questioning your actions, Seonghwa opened his cold eyes to observe, letting you do whatever it is you planned to. You avoided his cold gaze, not wanting to be reminded of your earlier confrontation.

With a shaky hand, you gently cleaned the drying blood away from his face with the towel, careful not to overstep his boundaries. For every second that Seonghwa watched your face twisted in concentration, he felt the ice around his heart melt off piece by piece until...

"Baby-" he whispered, eyes back to his warm and softly round ones. The same eyes as when you had worn his hoodie at home for the first time or when you told him you loved him. You almost thought that you had imagined it out of desperation, not stopping your process for even a second. Seonghwa couldn’t deny himself anymore and sighed, reaching out to place his hands on your hips, squeezing the soft flesh with a satisfied hum.

Your eyes quickly jumped to his, brows furrowed as you wondered what it is that he wanted. "D-did it hurt? I'm so sorry, I just-" you rambled, only stopping when Seonghwa sat up and reached forward to finally place his lips on yours. The initial contact was sloppy and you could feel your nose press against his cheek uncomfortably. Yet that didn't stop a big wave of warmth from spreading through your body as if a firework had exploded inside of you. You gasped and before you could comprehend what was happening, Seonghwa had you straddling his thighs, pulling away for a second to reposition the both of you before reconnecting your lips in a much deeper kiss. Despite the confusion and fear to hurt him, you also couldn't deny that this is what you wanted right now. You dropped the dirty towel on the floor and reached forward to wrap your arms around his neck, careful in case he had more injuries.  

Soft mewls left your lips as his digits dug into your flesh, holding onto you as if you'd run away.

"I took care of them, all of them" he whispered against your lips, moving down to press his lips to the base of your neck. "What do y-you me-" you tried asking but instead let out a low moan as he bit down on your skin. Seonghwa smirked at your reactions proudly, tongue sticking out to lick a long stripe of skin right up to your jaw, humming to himself as he felt you melt in his arms.

"You don't wanna know what I did to them...," he mutters, pulling away to finally get a look at your dishevelled form. Lips slightly swollen and cheeks flushed from the intensity of his kiss. Somehow the information only shot another wave of warmth through your body and this time it was you that launched forward to press your lips to his, for a second taking Seonghwa by surprise. Yet he had no problem taking the control right back from you as he squeezed down on your thigh. His tongue snaked into your mouth as you gasped, a low groan left his throat as everything around you seemed to turn black, only you and him existed in this close and intimate moment.

Seonghwa pulled away with a heavy breath, eyes lustful. You sat back with your hands on his shoulders, breathing heavily as well. Both of you felt alive, awake and alive despite not having gotten any sleep. Your eyes didn't leave Seonghwa's and you swore you saw the second his rounded eyes changed back to the colder and stoic eyes from earlier.

"...And you, still have a lesson to learn,"

[animeyanderelover]

Yandere Juuzou and promp 105 plz

More Juuzou Suzuya coming your way😉.

Warnings: Yandere themes, creepy behavior, stalking, delusional thinking

Prompt 105: “I watched you sleeping the whole night ‘til morning and I’m still not tired of it.”

Many still questioned how Juuzou had been able to get himself such a lovely human like you. You were everything he wasn’t. You were more quiet, reserved, polite and shy, being always pretty nervous when it came to talking to other persons. The first time you had been introduced to his co-workers, they all had looked at you as if you were some sort of alien. You guessed it must have looked quite ridiculous to them, having a wide-grinning Juuzou holding your hand and you trying to hide behind him. Shinohara had been the first one who had snapped out of his shock and had welcomed you friendly. If you remembered right he was what other persons would call a friend of Juuzou. Juuzou liked him, often telling you that Shinohara was the only person he had ever gotten along with and who hadn’t treated him strangely, next to you of course. And it had been obvious that Shinohara had been glad that Juuzou had you, treating you with other respect and also asking you some polite questions. The first question had been the one everyone who had seen the two of you together had asked you so far. It was always the same. How had you two met each other? And when had you two become a couple? It was the question you had never found an answer to yourself. It...It had just happened. One day that guy had just started hanging out with you, holding your hands, kissing you and inviting himself over in your house.

Protesting wasn’t useful against him and you guessed at one point you had come to accept that you and him were together. You didn’t hate him after all, if you were completely honest you probably even liked him. You didn’t know, it was probably because his personality was always so energetic and peculiar, something like opposite attract. And he had never really harmed you before. The only thing you had to deal with was his more creepy behavior, his lovesickness. If you could manage to live with that, you would be able to live a normal life. But that was the point where Juuzou gave you a hard time. Because he never intended to be this way, but he was nearly 99% of the time too much to handle and didn’t even apologize. He didn’t saw the problem and you doubted he would ever be able to see it.

That made moments like this hard for you, especially that early. Because the first thing you had seen as soon as you had opened your eyes had been Juuzou, laying with a lovingly look in his eyes at you. “Morning sugar!” “Morning.”, you mumbled tiredly burying yourself deeper into your pillow to save the warmth surrounding you. You were still with one foot in your dreamland, that was probably the reason why you didn’t realize it at first. “...!” You hadn’t let Juuzou inside your house yesterday, let alone even known he had come over! How long exactly had he been here? And how? Oh god, hopefully he didn’t break the door again! Or had he used the keys? And why had he even come over in the first place? You slowly sat up, not feeling very good knowing that he had been laying next to you this whole time without you knowing. Juuzou was touchy and you dearly hoped he hadn’t overstepped personal boundaries. “U-umm...Juuzou?” “Yes? What is it (y/n)?”, he instantly beamed, clearly excited that you were now awake and paying attention to him. “H-how did you get inside? You didn’t break the door again, right?” Shouldn’t you have heard it if he should have broken the door? Or were you that deep of a sleeper? “Oh, don’t worry your little head over that. You seemed upset the last time I broke it. I used these.” He quickly pulled keys, your extra keys, out of his pocket, twirling them around on his index finger. You decided to not ask how he had gotten them in the first place, knowing he wouldn’t give you a clear answer. You suspected he had stolen them one time before given the fact that he was talented when it came to this.

“Can I...have them back?”, you asked carefully, extending your hands in fruitless hope that he would give you the keys back. But of course you shouldn’t have expected anything, Juuzou tilting his head slightly before quickly putting the keys back into his pocket. “No. I need them. I need to check after all that you’re fine. If I would give them back I would have to resort to breaking the lock again.” You pulled your hand back, feeling stupid for even asking. Of course he wouldn’t return them. You guessed if it came down to it, letting him keep the keys was still better than having him break into your house by force even after he had so far always fixed what he had broken. But you still had one question left and you did notice that he had dark rings under his eyes, making you suspect the worst. Juuzou had never been a heavy sleeper in the first place, often staying up until the sun was already about to rise again. At least he had enough respect to let you get your needed dose of sleep and both of you had surprisingly discovered that by cuddling with you, he seemed to get a few hours of sleep. There were a few tricks that led him to dozing away from time to time which you often used against him, simply to get him to calm down since he was always very hyper and bouncy. You had figured out that by stroking his hair, he seemed to come down from his high emotions, getting more and more drowsy. And you could do it quite often since Juuzou loved when you have him affection. He seemed rather fine that you often didn’t express your love like he did with a heavy amount of affection and cuddles, but if you actually gave him some, he clinged onto it like it was the last piece of candy on earth.

“Juuzou, just how long have you been here?” You found yourself sounding genuinely upset, not only because he had once again busted your private bubble. By now you felt sad that you felt used to it. But also because you didn’t like it, seeing him abiding his well-being like this without even caring about it at all. Why did his grin seemed to only grow wider after hearing your question? “I watched you sleeping the whole night ‘til morning and I’m still not tired of it.” You stared completely flabbergasted at him. The whole night? It was 9 am in the morning and you had went yesterday early into bed due to a tiring day of work. How long had you slept? About 12 hours? And when exactly had he gotten his last deserved break and slept for a bit? As you knew him it had probably be a few days. Should you perhaps..? You guessed you could throw a tantrum right now about his stalkerish tendencies, you could complain and yell all you wanted. But two things were holding you back. First of all, you weren’t this type of person who expressed their feelings in a very violent way, being more of a soft spoken person. The second reason was because you knew too well that it wouldn’t get through his head at all. You knew Juuzou was more “special” than most others, but he was also only human and needed his sleep as well. At least a bit, you didn’t want him to sleep 12 hours, but just a few hours a day. That’s all you wanted.

And you knew that if you would ask, he wouldn’t reject. He could never. “Juuzou...” He shuffled closer to you, showing you that he was listening. “...Do you want to cuddle with me?” You sounded incredibly sheepish right now, feeling blood rushing to your face and leading to your cheeks heating up. Juuzou on the other hand looked for a split second taken back, it was rare that you were the one asking for such a thing. But very quickly to his cheeks rose a blush as well, his face quite literally beaming happiness. Without a waste he quickly moved closer to you, placing himself so that his head was placed against your chest and his arms around your hip. He liked this position because then you always caressed his hair which was what he wanted in this moment. “Did you know that you snore slightly every 55 seconds?”, he almost purred into your chest, enjoying the feeling of your fingers through his strands of hair. “I what?...No, I didn’t.” He seemed to have watched you very intensely if he even knew the exact amount of seconds, causing you to gulp slightly, starting to feel a bit creeped out. “And did you also know that you-“ Before he could ruin the atmosphere you were currently trying to maintain, you quickly interrupted him. “Juuzou!”

[kurinoot]

care less more

-> his visits are short and are punctuated by the hectic and taciturn. the only thing the budding musician can associate about you is a rebound and the cold, disheveled sheets, and he plans to keep it exactly that way.

pairing: semi x reader

themes and warnings: smut, angst-ish woohoo, cheating, mentions of rough sex, dacryphilia, fingering if u squint

wc: 1.5k

notes: another wip posted woot woot so this piece is my submission for the church of meian’s songfic-themed tune june collab! this song is heavily inspired by olivia o’ brien’s song entitled ‘care less more’ and I HIGHLY suggest that you play it while reading mwehehe. also, thank you so much to @chibi-chanforever, @latrombone​, @oneblonded​​, and @spacesevyn​ for beta-ing this baby! also, take note that the ones in quoted bold italic are some of the lyrics in the song!

chant: care less more by olivia o’ brien

 The distilled moans and wet sounds of skin slapping against skin reverberate throughout the room in a hasty fashion.

“You receive me so well—ugh” you hear Semi groan as his hips continue ramming into your wet, gummy walls, hands clenching at the crumpled sheets and face scrunching at the growing tight sensation welling up against his pistoning cock. Moans effortlessly and wantonly fall out of your lips and fill his ears like a crisp staccato of notes.

He slams his lips against your quivering ones, muffling any possible sounds as he continues to hit your sweet spots. “Oi, you better keep it down low if we don’t want to be found out.” he growls lowly against your lips before pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth.

It has been months ever since he has begun this rendezvous with you, punctuated by crumpled sheets, unregistered phone numbers, and desperate love making.

Except, there’s no love and no strings attached.

You nod at his bequest, trying to ease and soothe yourself at the incessant onslaught of his cock jamming into your core. You run your fingers against his broad chest, instantly clutching them on the expanse of his broad shoulders brimming with sweat as he continues his intense jutting of his hips against yours.

“S-So good, Eita—”

“We don’t use first names here—ngh—I thought—hng—we made it clear last time.”

“I-I’m sorry—ah!”

His hips sharply stutter against you, going harder and harsher at the prospect of his first name ringing against his eardrums. His muscles become more tense, hands tightly gripping your waist as he accepts your half-hearted apology with a rough snap of his hips. It’s no use to him when he knows that you’ll still cry out at his ministrations, so what’s the point?

Might as well fuck you rough anyway while he still has the time.

His breathing becomes more labored and the sweat in his body began falling like droplets of rain. It is no different for you, eyes welling up with more tears and moans slipping out of your sinful mouth ever so carelessly at the rough feel of his dick ramming inside you.

“S-Semi, I—” you choke on your words as his fluttering pace leaves your senses culminating in intense, hot flashes of white.

“Are you going to cum?”

Your muscles and throat tense at the sudden question right while he’s hot-headedly thrusting into the throes of the wet ring of your walls. He has you all whining, toes curling, and creaming beyond comprehension, sweat-riddled fingers digging themselves further into the threshold of his muscle-clad arms.

“Cum for me.”

“You look at me, you see her face. No, you don't like me; I'm just there to hold her place”

Tears have long since stained your face, mixing with eyeliner and mascara to form emotion-riddled trails streaking down your face, which seep into the pillows underneath you, painting you into an inkblot masterpiece

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans, sharp pupils burning as they fall upon your wide, quivering ones. You’re not stupid; you understand the intentions behind his words, eagerly nodding at his comment.

You mean her? you reply knowingly in the back of your head and accentuating ‘her’ all intentionally, knowing that you’re just a look-alike that he’d willingly fuck in place of his complacent girlfriend. But you shrug it all off because as much as you hate being a placeholder, you can’t help but be content to have this clandestine rendezvous with him. Nevertheless, butterflies violently rattle against your insides at his double-edged words.

“Hope I distract you enough from the girl that you love 'cause I've been doing the same, you're just a boy that I 'ah'”

You’re not clueless to know and understand that he will never see you in a spotlight beyond the platonic boundary, if you can even call this relationship a platonic one. Sure, you already knew what you were getting yourself into, but the sting and longing in your heart only grows more and more as he continues to use you as nothing but a hole to fuck with when he’s bored and unsatisfied with the woman that he treasures and claims is all his.

You can then feel the tips of his fingers as they explore along the side of your waist and then dig further into the deep recesses of your cunt, adding fuel to the fire as he strums and presses along the swollen nub of your bundle of nerves while he continues to push his dick into you.

“Please, please, please,” you whine in desperation, followed by strings of incoherent babbles as your calves tense and clench, ensnaring his hips tighter and closer into yours and probing his cock to inch way deeper into unexplored territory than last time.

Call reality a bitch whenever you want, but this is miles better than only being another fan lost in the sprawling ocean of other fans.

You can’t have him as your other half? Be a VIP Semi Eita cockwarmer then.

Poor girlfriend having no knowledge that he’s drilling another hole besides hers, you lament in your thoughts as he continues drilling into your wet cavern.

“So close!”

He further cements his grip on you, calloused and nimble fingers letting go of your clit as his hips snap erratically, feeling the growing crest of the wave inching him closer to nirvana.

“G-Gonna fucking cum—holy fuck—cumming!” you scream out, the growing wave of your climax nearing its zenith.

“Good. Then fucking do it.”

With the last snap of his hips finally probing your deepest spots, your fingers dig into his steady arms right as he stutters his hips, plunging into you a few more times before you feel the warmth of his cum bleeding through the latex. A stifled, guttural groan twitches out of his throat, with knuckles turning white as his hands clench the sheets tightly from the climax bursting out of the seams of his groin. You break right at his clutch, gushing right against his twitching cock as your entire being becomes sore and flaring in heat afterwards.

Labored breathing and panting envelops the entire room, the smell of sex and sweat emanating from both of you altogether as his head dips right in the crook of your neck in exhaustion. His breath tickling against your sweat-matted skin only leaves you trembling more as your toes curl and your fingers numbly grasp the sheets tightly, hushed whimpers leaving your sore, dry lips.

He stills in for a couple of minutes, hips still stuttering to let his climax subside bit by bit while he tries to regain some energy before he pulls out of your warmth. Your cum continues to gush out of your pussy, the wet ring of muscle still twitching at the loss of contact.

“Why you wasting all of your time laying next to me? If you really wanted it so bad it's where you'd be”

“This never happened.”

His voice, albeit tired, says it firmly, his words empty and emotionless, like he always does after every meeting that you have with him. You wearily nod at his words, uttering a cold “Of course. No biggie,” right before you let yourself drown in the comfort of the thick pillow lying beneath your head and the thin sheets enveloping your body. 

Of course you know very well how this entire rendezvous can overthrow his career as a musician if you’re not careful enough. Heck, his entire career and image will be in shambles once even a single speck of mistake exposes him and his illicit affairs with you.

He rests for a couple more minutes, breathing slowly steadying back to normal before you hear him ruffle through the sheets. Your head’s all buried in the comfort of the make-up stained pillow, but you can ascertain that he’s already preparing to leave, judging by the sound of his belt clicking back and the once heap of clothes finding its way back to his tall, unabashed figure.

“Why you wasting all of your time busy texting me? If you don't want what's best for me”

The familiar ringtone of your phone beside you flashes right before your eyes. Your hand flimsily picks up your phone just as you hear the door open and close subsequently with considerable force as you read the message softly.

Semi <3: I’ll text you the next schedule :) and try to be less noisy next time.

You can only laugh dryly at his usual message, the growing crack in your heart only reverberating further as you choke at the oncoming onslaught of tears running through your face once again, but for an entirely different reason. Your chest heaves heavily, breathing in mouthfuls of air in an attempt to calm yourself down.

You swallow the lump in your throat, more tears inching away from your swollen, make-up stained eyes as you realize that you willingly let him into your personal life and then realize further that he’s way beyond bone-deep in you. You reluctantly open his message, numb fingers typing a reply trying to ease the hole in your heart.

You: okay :)

As soon as your thumb hits send, your hand languidly places the phone right back beneath your pillow as your tears finally broke through the dilapidated state of your emotions

You could care less but it was already obvious that you care a lot more than what is expected as you cry out every bit of frustrations into the cold, love-devoid sheets.

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[some-kindofgnome]

Kinktober #17: make it hurt: Hawks

In which Hawks pays you a late visit. 

Characters: Takami Keigo (Hawks) / f!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ please!), begging, needy sub!hawks, soft dom!reader, bondage, edging, teasing, vaginal sex, angst, a little bit of aftercare. 

Notes: Today’s prompt was ‘Begging.’ It got feelsy. I’m not even a little bit sorry. Not even a tiny bit. 

Kinktober Masterlist

There’s something different about him when he comes to you tonight.

The gentle sweep of his feathers against your bedroom window stirs you from sleep. At first, you don’t realize the culprit, and you turn blindly onto your side, searching for the soft orange display of the digital clock on your bedside.

There’s a shadow looming beyond it, though. Initially your body seizes, electric fear sparking every muscle. But the silhouette is unmistakeable, and as he moves into the light cast over your balcony, you take a deep breath and scrape a palm across your chest to cool your stalled heart.

“Kei,” you gasp, slipping out of bed. The sliding glass door that opens up to your balcony takes all your strength to open, and as you do, he practically falls into your arms.

He’s still wearing his hero clothes-dirty and damp. All of him is damp, you realize as you wrap your arms around him. You take one palm to the back of his neck- his hair’s wetted down with sweat, and he holds you, just a little too tightly.

“Kei,” you whisper one more time. “Baby, what happened?”

You realize, as your body settles into his, that he’s trembling. He doesn’t say anything to you. Instead, he grabs your chin and crushes your mouth to his. He snags you by the upper arms, shoving you hard against your closet door.

“Keigo,” you plead quietly. You brace your hands against his chest- barely awake and wholly unprepared for such an onslaught. He’s come to you in the middle of the night before, but never this desperately.

Finally, you snap.

“Keigo, stop,” you growl. You shove him hard, and he stumbles back a couple of steps. But he shakes it off like a bad punch and starts forward again.

“No.” You bark at him this time, planting your hands on his shoulders and keeping him firmly at arm’s length. He snarls at you. His eyes flash. But his cheeks are flushed, and the way his wings open up behind him suggest satisfaction- not predation.

You understand immediately.

“Back off.” Your voice stays crisp and double-edged, and this time, he listens. Though his body is pulled tight like a drawn bow, he takes a few tentative steps backward.

“On your knees for me, baby.”

Your gaze softens as he slowly listens, lowering himself to the rug at the foot of your bed. In the quiet, you can hear his breathing- laboured, shallow, uneven- so you close the distance and cup his cheek, tilting his chin to pull his gaze to yours.

His tawny eyes are fathomless. His jaw is tight. As he looks up at you, his trembling feathers droop. Something’s happened. Something big.

“Breathe with me,” you croon. Slowly but surely, he matches his breathing to yours. You breathe deep and intentional, in, two, three, four, out, two, three, four. Five, six, seven, eight. His wings rise and fall with his slowing breaths.

“Better,” you praise. His eyes are shut by now. In the dim, silvery light of your bedroom, even all caught up in his own fear, he’s beautiful.

“You ready to tell me what happened?”

It’s like you touched him with a live wire. His nerves sing to life all over again- so hard you can see it happen- and his gaze snaps open.

“It’s… I… I c-c…I can’t-“ It’s the first time he’s tried to use his voice, and it comes out broken and shallow. Your heart begins to race. He’s scaring you.

“Alright.” You smooth your hand over his flaxen hair. “You with me, Kei?”

He nods. Your boundaries are always clear, and you have a complex set of symbols to help enforce them. But sometimes you can’t help checking in anyway.

“C’mere.”

You ease him over to the bed, helping him out of his clothes piece by piece. Once you’ve got him stripped down to just his trousers, you let him sit carefully on the edge of the bed. You straddle his lap, and his hands twitch by his sides, but they don’t move.

He knows the rules.

“Go ahead,” you whisper. “You can touch.”

Instantly, he slides his palms up the sides of your thighs. His fingertips toy with the hem of your t-shirt- his t-shirt- that you were sleeping in.

“Tell me what you need from me,” you murmur. He answers, but he’s mumbling, and you don’t catch it.

“Speak up, honey.”

“Make it hurt,” he whimpers. He clutches tightly at your hips and buries his face into the crook of your shoulder. You slide your hand to the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his mussed hair once more. His bare skin is sticky and ripe with the scent of clean sweat, but he knows what he needs.

And he knows that you’ll give it to him.

“Okay,” you soothe, turning your head and pushing your lips against his temple. “Okay.”

You hold him there for another few moments, but you’ve got your orders. You take a deep breath and climb off the bed, settling your hands on your hips.

“Take off your pants,” you begin. “Then, lie down on your back.”

He gets right to work, scrambling to his feet and fumbling to get his work pants undone. When he does, he shucks them right to his ankles. You can see the excitement building in his body already, his cock beginning to swell in the tight confines of his black undershorts.

You resist the urge to lick your lips. He’s delectable like this.

Keigo gets flat on his back, and you get to watch the way his throat bobs as you circle the bed. You tug the top drawer of your nightstand free and fish out a pair of leather cuffs, lined in soft satin.

He swallows harder.

“You want these?” You whisper, holding them between your pointer fingers and stretching the silver chain taut.

He lets a strangled whine from his throat, nodding eagerly. He holds his hands out to you, palms facing upward. Your smile grows. You smooth a hand up the center of his chest and bend between his outstretched hands to lay a tender kiss on his forehead.

“Uh-uh,” you chide, shaking your head. “Not that way. You know better.”

You take one of his hands- his elbow bends pliantly against your hold- and kiss his palm. Then you buckle him lovingly into one side of the cuffs, running a finger under its edge to make sure it’s not too tight.

You loop the chain through the rungs of your headboard and buckle him into the other cuff.

“Comfy?” You murmur against his cheek.

“Yeah,” he croaks, and when you pull back, his gaze follows you like watched prey. He doesn’t know exactly what you’ve got planned- you’re not sure, either- but he knows it’s going to be good.

You push a knee into the mattress and swing the other over his hips. As your weight settles over his, he gives a soft little grunt, but his eyes rove over your form. You let him look, watching him watch you. Carefully, you dance your fingers across the hem of your t-shirt and lick your lips.

“You wanna touch me, don’t you? Just like this.”

You slide your hands underneath the shirt, pushing it higher as you glide them up your ribcage. He likes touching you beneath your clothes almost more than he likes taking them off of you, and his hips twitch beneath yours as he’s forced to watch you do it instead.

He’s getting harder now- you can feel the firm press of it beneath one thigh- and you give your hips a tiny rock as you pull your hands out from under your shirt and the material falls back down around your body.

“Baby,” he croons, and you give your hips a sharper jerk that makes him yelp.

“Try again.”

His lips purse together- he knows what he’s supposed to call you, but he stumbles over the word.

“M…my lady,” he gasps. Your heart swells.

You love to watch Hawks parade around the city all day long, feathers puffed, head held high. You love the confident air he oozes in interviews and PR campaigns. You adored the cocky speech he gave at the last hero ranking ceremony.

But what you love even more is that he comes home to you, gets down on his knees and calls you his lady.

There’s no other person in the world who gets to see him like this. Even you had to break him down- unpick every stitch, until he tore apart at the seams and showed you his barest, most vulnerable self.

That was when you truly fell in love with him.

Now, you’re in far deeper than you’ll ever know.

“Better,” you purr.

You climb off his lap, crawling down between his legs. He fusses and strains against the cuffs, trying to get a better look at you. His wings are spread neatly behind him, but you can feel the way they twitch and sweep across the mattress in indignation.

He’s getting impatient.

You curl your fingers in the elastic waistband of his undershorts and tug them down to his knees, loving the way he gasps and shudders, lifting his hips as you scrape the fabric out from underneath him.

He’s strong but slender, fine-boned like a raptor. His bronzed skin is dusted all over with golden hair- a dense trail of it leading you to the groomed patch above his flushed and ready cock.

“My perfect man,” you croon, tracing your lips along one thigh. “So pretty. So good for me.”

His eyes fall shut again. You watch his teeth sink into his lower lip. You give the tip of his cock a bare little lick, and he gives you a responsive huff of pleasure.

After that, you don’t waste any time.

You dive in, swallowing his shaft down eagerly. You suck and lick and bob your way along the entire length of him, wrapping a hand around his base and loving the way he keens and moans for you. All the while he calls you as he should, milady falling deftly from his lips between gasps of sensation.

You can read his body like a novel, and when his thighs start to tense and his voice pulls up into his throat, you know he’s getting ready to cum.

You give him three more good sucks. Then you stop. He’s expecting it, but that doesn’t make him ready for it, and his hips buck desperately up as he whines in indignation. His shoulders are taut and grooved as he strains against the cuffs, aching to touch you, finish himself off, anything but this torment he subjected himself to.

But this is why he comes to you.

You’re the only one who can take him to pieces like this.

You lead him to the brink twice more, sucking and licking and stroking selfishly at him, and pulling away at the last available second. It’s the third time you leave him keening and gasping for more that he lets out a little sob, and one word you’ve been waiting all night to hear.

“Please,” he whimpers, and you press your lips to the hollow of his groin. He’s so sensitive now, all drawn up for you with tears streaming down his face. But he’s far too caught up in his desire to be concerned with the things that brought him here to you.

“What was that?” You whisper, tracing your finger along the tip of his flushed cock. It’s scarlet and weeping against his belly now, the skin of his shaft still slick and shiny from your ministrations. His cock bobs with his near-constant squirming, and his shoulders tremble against the pillows as he settles himself and tries again.

“My lady,” he pleads. “Please let me cum. Please, I need it so bad. It hurts, milady, please.”

This is what you’ve both been waiting for. You sit back on your heels, but he’s still trembling and squirming, fussing fitfully with his restraints.

“P-lease,” he persists, his voice breaking in the middle. With a wave of sympathy, you slip out of your t-shirt and lay your bare skin along his, wrapping your arms around his torso. His wing curves instinctively around your body, and he tries to twist his hips to press his cock against you- any form of friction will do.

“Okay,” you whisper, pushing your lips against his jaw. “Don’t worry, baby, don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you. You with me, Kei?”

You stroke his scruffy chin and his eyes flicker open. They’re still filled to the brim with golden desire, but he focuses on you and gives a taut little nod.

“Good.”

With another kiss to his forehead, you straddle him again. This time, it’s with purpose, and you part your slick folds with one hand while bringing the tip of his cock to your entrance with the other. Keigo gasps and tries to thrust into you, but you back off with a stern look.

“Patient.”

He settles.

You try again, easing yourself slowly onto the length of him. He’s been through hell tonight, and he deserves this pleasure. If you had any idea why he needed it like this, you might have been better prepared.

But the blissed-out expression he wears as you bottom out proves that you’re prepared enough.

“Move with me, honey,” you breeze. You ride him slowly, letting his cock pump steadily in and out of you, and he matches your rhythm diligently. Despite the flush that’s crawled all the way down to his chest, and the tension that you can still see pulled tightly across his shoulders, he waits.

You reward him soundly.

All at once you shift your rhythm, pounding yourself up and down with the resounding slap slap slap of your thighs against his. He can’t hold it in any longer and groans, deep and long in his chest, forcing his hips up as yours push down to double the intensity of your undulating bodies.

“Milady,” he pants, and his thighs are starting to tense again.

“Don’t worry, honey,” you promise. “I’m not going to stop this time.”

You reach between your legs to find the swollen nub of your tender clit, rubbing tight circles in time with your thrusts. You’re determined to reach your peak soon after he does, if you can’t get there with him.

When he finally reaches the breaking point, you can see the worry building in his body. After a few rounds of edging he’s nervous, not trusting the sensation of his impending orgasm. But you make good on your promise, forcing him over the edge.

When he finishes, he howls. He throws his head back against the pillows, crying out and pumping his hips wildly up into you. His thrusts are spurred on by the cum that he pumps into your body, and it’s not long before you reach your own tight peak and collapse on top of him, spent.

When your senses return, you unbuckle his hands from each cuff, rubbing his wrists to soothe the memory of restraint. You curl up behind him and wrap your arms and legs around his body. His wing drapes over your shoulder, a quiet act of devotion from your healing lover.

You rub his chest and kiss his shoulder, holding him until his breathing slows and his pulse evens. He falls asleep in your arms without another word.

In the morning, you’ll get the whole story from him. Tonight, you’re just glad to see him resting.

Tonight, you’re just glad that he’s found you.

[cowboy-anon]

🧸 and 📚 for apple?

🧸 - A soft plushie

📚 - A bedtime story

Totally dropped off the face of the Earth yesterday aside for a few likes. XD Sorry about that!

Anyway, it’s a long boi, and it’s also the first real piece I’ve written about Apple’s time with Jimmy! Therefore, I’m taggin’!

CW: Broken whumpee, clueless caretaker, clueless whumpee, crying, implied past abuse, lack of boundaries, mentioned temper tantrum, pet whump, referenced past neglect, starvation mention, Stockholm Syndrome, whipping mention

Tagging: @happy-whumper, @milk-carton-whump, @sideblogformindtrash, @whumperfulart, @unicornscotty

(I lost my list, so if you want to be tagged or if I forgot to tag you, please let me know!)

Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

A week in and Jimmy’s feeling pretty terrible at this whole caretaking thing. He shouldn’t have said it. He thought he was helping.

He shouldn’t have told Apple that Clay didn’t have his best interests at heart.

The tantrum lasted an hour, and after he exhausted himself, Apple stormed into the living room and hid beside the couch. Not even the bedroom he painstakingly prepared for him, Jimmy thinks exhaustedly.

But that’s not really important. At this rate, Apple’s never going to warm up to him. He needs to do something to gain his trust. Not that he’s exactly sure what that would entail. Words won’t be enough. Apple’s still terrified of him. Pissed at him now, too. So…

“Apple?” Jimmy hears a sniffle from behind the arm of the couch. “Listen, I… I have to go to the store real quick. I need you to stay here.” He would bring him, but he doesn’t think he’d be able to handle a busy supermarket so soon after, well, everything.

“I’m not expecting any company, so.” Jimmy shrugs on his coat. “So don’t open the door for anyone. Just… if anyone knocks, ignore them.”

His keys, his keys… There they are. Jimmy scoops up his wallet and keys and unlocks the door.

“Keep this door locked when I leave, Apple. That’s…” Jimmy sighs and braces himself. “That’s a command. Stay here, okay?”

He knew what to expect when he used that tone, but it still stings when Apple replies, “Yes, Master Jimmy.”

He nods to himself. “Good. I’ll be back soon.” Then he walks out, closing the door behind him.

***

The moment the door closes, Apple rushes to the door on unsteady legs, unlocks it, and wraps his hand around the doorknob. Just a few minutes. Three, tops. Three minutes until he rips the door open and runs back to Master Clay.

Master Jimmy doesn’t know what he was talking about. No, not Master Jimmy. Just Jimmy, because Master Clay is still his owner no matter what he says.

Apple puts his ear to the door and listens to Jimmy’s receding footsteps. Around the doorknob, his fingers shake. What if Master Clay doesn’t take him back? Apple was bad. No, he was horrible. He left. He left Master Clay. Why did he do that?!

Because Benji told him to—begged him to. They made him promise he would run and never come back.

Apple….he has to keep that promise.

This, this whole staying with Jimmy, it’s temporary. Temporary Master Jimmy. Temporary until Apple can find a way to get back to Master Clay without breaking his promise.

Apple can do that, but until then, he has to wait. So he lets go of the doorknob, flicks the lock closed, and he stays.

Less than an hour later, Temporary Master Jimmy walks through the door with a plastic bag. He waves Apple over to the bedroom, not Temporary Master Jimmy’s and therefore the extra bedroom. Apple’s chest tightens at the notion, but he does as he’s told.

Crawling into the carpeted room, it’s not at all what Apple expects. Instead of empty corners and glaringly bland walls, it’s… oddly homey. There’s an enticing bed in the corner of the room and beside it a simple but lovely wooden nightstand and lamp. At the front of the room, there’s even a little dresser. And… the room itself is a beautiful shade of olive green.

Temporary Master Jimmy’s already in the room, sitting on the floor against the foot of the bed. He wordlessly pats the space beside him.

Apple’s hands start to go numb with fright. Still, it’s a command—even if Temporary Master Jimmy didn’t state so explicitly. Hoping his hesitation doesn’t show, Apple crawls until he’s kneeling where he was gestured to and sits, careful not to let his back touch the bed.

Temporary Master Jimmy lets him get settled, then pulls the plastic bag from earlier into his lap and looks at Apple.

“I know we don’t know each other all that well,” Temporary Master Jimmy starts slowly, “but I noticed you have a kind of… affinity for apple stuff, so I— I got you something.” Apple watches, half excited, half terrified as Temporary Master Jimmy reaches into the bag and pulls out whatever’s in there.

Apple sees the felt stem first, then a dark green leaf sprouting from the top of the round bright green fabric shape. And then he sees legs. Eight to be exact. And eyes.

“It’s an apple octopus plush! Or a… an apple-pus?“ Temporary Master Jimmy laughs a little. “I just… I saw it and I thought it was kind of cute and, you know, figured you might like it. Given… everything…”

Apple’s staring. It’s an octopus, but—but it’s green and it has a leaf and a stem like an apple. And it looks so soft...

But Apple knows It’s a trick. It has to be. People don’t get him things, not without a lot of convincing. Certainly not unprompted. But… but Temporary Master Jimmy’s just holding it out to him expectantly, and every second that passes by, the itch to grab it grows. Soon enough, Apple doesn’t care if it’s a trick. He moves to take it, fully expecting to have it wrenched out of his reach the moment he gets close enough for it to hurt him.

Only it isn’t.

When Apple reaches out to grab it, Temporary Master Jimmy doesn’t snatch it away. He lets Apple take it in his hands. He lets Apple touch its perfect fluffy fabric and hold it to his chest. It’s soft, so much softer than he imagined it’d be.

For the first time since arriving here, Temporary Master Jimmy makes Apple smile.

“I-I got a story, too,” Temporary Master Jimmy continues, smiling like this is the best thing to ever happen to him. He pulls a little hardcover picture book out of the bag to show Apple. “So… so I’ll make you a deal.”

At the words, Apple freezes, and the smile on his face drops in a flash. The look he shoots Temporary Master Jimmy is one of pure horror.

How could he have been so stupid? The rewards, the kind words—of course there’d be a “but.” The salesman never let him off that easy either.

“Okay,” Apple squeaks, because he knows he has no real choice in the matter. He just hopes his behavior earlier won’t influence the severity of the punishment.

What is he thinking? Of course it will.

“I’ll read you a story tonight, but only if… if you sleep on your bed tonight.”

Now he’s just confused. Apple… wasn’t expecting that. He expected to be starved or to receive a whipping, not to sleep on a bed. An insanely plush, comfortable-looking…. bed.

Apple nods because he’s expected to. “Okay.”

Apple doesn’t understand why Temporary Master Jimmy’s face lights up when he says that, but he does know watching Temporary Master Jimmy jump up with the book in hand makes him nervous. Master Clay never let him on the furniture, nevermind a bed. He never told Apple why, but Apple assumes it was the filth that covered him. Besides, Apple wouldn’t want to ruin Master Clay’s lovely couches.

Which is why when Apple stands up with the plushie held to his chest, he hesitates even touching the bed.

He looks longingly over it’s big fluffy pillows and soft, clean green-striped white comforter. Then he peeks at Temporary Master Jimmy, who’s watching him expectantly.

This is what your temporary master wants, Apple reminds himself firmly. It doesn’t matter if he hurts you afterwards. Do as you’re told.

Apple swallows hard and lays a shaking hand on the comforter.

He cringes, waiting for the inevitable yelling, waiting for the punishment. But it doesn’t come. Rather, Temporary Master Jimmy says, “Good! Good. Okay, come on, Apple, you can do it. Get under the covers and I’ll read you that story.”

A story. How long has it been since someone’s read to him? Ages.

So Apple puts his other hand on the comforter, the one holding the plushie, ready for any reprimand he might receive. When he doesn’t get one, he pulls the covers back, crawls onto the mattress, sits himself up amongst the pillows, and covers himself again with the blanket. It feels… foreign. Oddly enough, just a little familiar, too.

Temporary Master Jimmy hides a smile behind his hand, not very well and definitely not in a way that’s reassuring for Apple, before climbing into bed next to him, staying on top of the blankets instead of getting under them.

Still, the proximity makes Apple freeze—well, aside from his hands. Those are shaking uncontrollably despite clutching at the covers by his lap.

Temporary Master Jimmy gets all but comfortable before noticing Apple’s discomfort. “Geez, sorry, I should’ve asked. Is… is it okay for me to be on your bed?”

“Of course,” Apple says without hesitation. His hands continue to shake.

But everything is okay. Whatever his master chooses to do with him is okay. His salesman knew that, Master Clay knew that. Why doesn’t Temporary Master Jimmy get it?

“Here.” Temporary Master Jimmy scoots further to the right, away from Apple, until he’s sitting on the corner of the bed. “Better?”

Apple exhales shakily. “Y-yes?” Is he allowed to answer?

Temporary Master Jimmy shifts until he’s comfortable. Apple takes the octopus plush and pulls it back into his arms, snuggling deeper into the blankets as discreetly as possible.

Beside him, Temporary Master Jimmy smiles. Then he clears his throat and grabs the bright red picture book from his lap.

“Right. So, uh, get comfy.” Temporary Master Jimmy flashes the cover at Apple, who can’t help but watch him with wide, fascinated eyes. “This is Corduroy. I loved this book when I was a kid.” Temporary Master Jimmy flips to the first page. “I mean, I don’t know if you’ll think it’s too kiddy or boring, but… just tell me if you want me to stop.”

Apple nods, barely perceptible, even though he knows he has no intention of doing so. Temporary Master Jimmy chose this book. Of course Apple will be grateful.

“Okay.” Temporary Master Jimmy nods. “I’m… I’m starting now. Uh, Corduroy is a bear who once lived in the toy department of a big store...”

As he reads, Apple finds himself hanging onto every word. He kind of likes how Temporary Master Jimmy’s voice gets huskier when he reads. It reminds him of Master Clay.

With the image in mind, Apple finds his eyes drifting closed against his will.

“...‘You must be a friend,’ said Corduroy. ‘I’ve always wanted a friend.’’

“‘Me too!’ said Lisa, and gave him a big hug.” Temporary Master Jimmy turns the book to Apple to show him the final picture, but he’s almost completely asleep now, curled up on the bed and clutching that apple octopus tightly in his hands.

Temporary Master Jimmy brushes a strand of faded green hair out of Apple’s face and pulls the covers up to waist. He does it so gently, so carefully. He doesn’t know the slightest of touches are enough to rouse Apple.

Temporary Master Jimmy slips out of bed and heads for the door.

Behind him, Apple pipes up, “Thank you, Temporary Master Jimmy.” It’s soft and a little hoarse from the screaming fit he threw earlier, but his appreciation is clear.

“Temporary Ma—? Uh, you’re welcome, Apple.” Temporary Master Jimmy chuckles quietly. “Goodnight.”

On his way out, he flicks the light off and closes the door behind him.

Without Temporary Master Jimmy around, Apple lets himself get truly comfortable. He buries himself in a mound of blankets and pillows and cuddles the apple octopus stuffie against his cheek, for once not worrying that it’ll be taken away from him.

That night, Apple sleeps the most peacefully he has in years.

[woogyu]

28.“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

43.“What, you’ve never thought about us?”

49.“Friends don’t do this kind of shit!”

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Drabble Prompts; fluff | angst | funny // Requests; OPEN

requested by; @ohmygyaaah​

​notes; ha ha tore my own heart out with this one I did. No but seriously, thank you for requesting. I hope you enjoy this pain served on a silver platter.

wc; ~1432

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You learned a long time ago that nothing in life is certain. People come and go when it suits them, and situations change no matter how much you wished they wouldn’t. The factors you could control were the ones you created yourself. There was a sense of safety that came with setting boundaries and not letting people get too close. People can’t hurt you if you don’t let them, right?

You told yourself that it was better this way, keep everyone at arms distance and you could hold onto the fragile sense of control you had over your life. You weren’t good with change, especially not when that change could lead to you loosing what you held dear.

Jihoon is a… special case. He’s the only person that called you out on your bullshit and wouldn’t let you push him away. He understood you better than anyone else did, and it absolutely terrified you. The way that he always seemed to know what you were thinking and what lies you were telling yourself.

You were absolutely in love with him. He is your best friend in the entire world. Someone that you grew to rely on despite living by an entirely different philosophy. He made you feel comfortable like no one else could… you could picture a future with him. You could see yourself being with him. You needed him in your life and couldn’t jeopardize the relationship you had formed with him.

“Hurry up and pick a movie already” he groaned, setting a bowl of popcorn and snacks on the coffee table. Right, movie, you were supposed to be picking a movie. He suggested the weekly movie nights after you told him you had never watch The Black Panther, apparently that was unacceptable. He currently was trying to get you through the entire MCU franchise, not that you had any idea what was really going on. You vaguely remembered a talking raccoon at one point.

“Just play whatever Marvel movie is next on the list” you told him, tossing the remote into his lap, not in the mood to make decisions. He shrugged and nodded, flicking a few buttons until Avengers: Infinity War flashed over the screen… the title made you weary of the films run time.

“Okay so, you remember Thanos right, the dude with the weird chin” he started, you nodded along pretending to understand whatever language he was speaking. “So, he’s trying to get these space rocks to snap away half the universes population” he continued, looking over at you with bright excited eyes.

You didn’t know what the was saying, but he said it with so much excitement that you didn’t even care. You knew he really loved these films, and that was enough for you to indulge him.

“Hmmm, I’m going to need you to write me a dictionary” you said, settling into your usual position pressed up against his side. This would be dangerous territory if it were anyone other than Jihoon. On instinct his arms wrapped around you, pulling you deeper into his side as the movie started to play.

“So the red lady is dating that weird cyborg guy that got the space rock pulled out of his head?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to understand this deranged plot. He blinked at your explanation of it, laughing as he looked down at you.

“Scarlet Witch is dating Vision, yes” he said, supplying the names to your descriptions. “So like you’re Scarlet Witch and I’m Vision in that situation” he said with a cheeky grin, poking your side. He played it off like he was joking, but there was something lingering there that had your stomach twisting a little bit. You rolled his eyes and made a motion akin to, ha ha very funny.

“What, you’ve never thought about us?” he said, grinning but the tone of his voice was serious. This was a conversation you did NOT want to have. You moved away from his side a little bit, eyebrows knitting together as you tried to figure out how to respond to him.

“What do you mean by us… you’re my best friend… t-that’s the us” you said, looking away are you fidgeted with your hands. Silently you prayed that he wouldn’t take it any it any further, that he wouldn’t call you on your bullshit. If he pushed, you didn’t know if you would be able to maintain what the two of you had right now.

He sighed, his hand coming up to card through his hair as he looked over at you. He stayed silent for a moment, weighing his options carefully.

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” He told you blankly, his tone stating an irrefutable fact rather than questioning you about it. Jihoon knew you well and he knew that if he didn’t press you that you would never let him into your life, never give him the chance to make you happy.

“W-what?” you said, whipping around to face him, eyes wide and shaking. You bit down on your bottom lip, shaking your head a few times. He was doing this; he was bringing one of your worst fears to life. No matter what your answer here, you would end up losing him.

“Don’t-“ you said, holding up your hand before he could say anything else. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. Opening them again you looked to him with a pained expression, begging him not to take it any further.

“Please don’t do this Jihoon” you whispered; your voice deflated.

“Friends don’t do this kind of shit!” he said, his hands moving to emphasize his point. “Friends don’t have the kind of bond that we have and share the kinds of things that we do” he further articulated, your heart breaking a little bit more with every word.

“Why couldn’t you have just let things be” you said, voice strained as you stood up and paced a little bit. You could feel your panic rising as you tried to steady your breathing. He composed himself a little bit, standing up and turning toward you.

“Why are you so scared of seeing where this could go?” he whispered, his hand reaching out for yours but pausing before it could reach. “I don’t understand y/n..” he stated, his voice tired and strained. You whipped around to face him, lip quivering as all of your repressed emotions bubbled up inside you.

“Because I can’t lose you too!” you snapped, before letting out a shaky breath. “I can’t lose the one person that makes me feel like I’m home… like I’m safe” you said, your voice growing quieter toward the end. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you quickly turned away from him before he could see them fall.

Jihoon’s eyes widened in realization, pieces clicking together and your behaviours starting to make sense. He slowly walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you and turning you to face him. Reaching up he gently wiped away the stray tears, leaning down to press his forehead against yours.

“When are you going to let me into that beautiful brain you have” he whispered, his eyebrows knitting together in moderate frustration. “When are you going to understand that I’m not going anywhere, that I’m going to stay by your side just as I always have” he continued, his breath fanning over your face. “When are you going to start trusting me” he finally breathed.

You let out a small choked sob, torn between diving into his arms and diving away from them. You wanted to believe him, you wanted so badly to just hand yourself over to him and not think twice about it.

“I-I’m scared…” you managed to whimper out weakly, your shaky hands balling into fists at your side. “I’m really fucking scared” you reiterated, your breathing shaky. He smiled a little bit, sensing a few of the impenetrable walls you had up start to crack.

“Then let me be the brave one for a little bit, okay?” he said, slowly reaching up to stroke his thumb along your cheek. “You’re not fighting this battle alone y/n, you have back up” he told you gently. Sniffling you threw your arms around him and buried your face into his chest.

People can’t hurt you if you don’t let them in… but what if they were always there in the first place?

[shoichee]

Hey! I read your Kise imagine recently and I adore it, it's rare to see someone write about manga!kise and I really loved it. Furthermore your writing is so so good to read 🥰 I wanted to ask you Kise x reader prompt 1! I would really like to read about him in such a situation ☺ Thank you Iain advance 😘

WAHHH TYSM ANON <33 IM SO HAPPY HEHE, and phew yall thought asshole kise was something but... have yall heard of TEIKO-era asshole kise??! NO?? dw, bc he’s debuting here // i wanted to really showcase his dual sides through more of dialogue (so we won’t really see what’s in Kise’s mind for this), so here it is hope you enjoy this anon! 

Kise x Reader

Prompt: “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

Word Count: 2120

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“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it, Kise.”

“Huh?” he mocks with a condescending tone. “I didn’t peg you as someone who’d pull shit out of their ass like my last ‘ex-girlfriend.’ Just because I let you hang around me doesn’t mean you can parade around campus with an inflated ego.”

Your hands shake furiously at your sides, trying not to punch the basketball player square in the face.

“Me? With an ego? Look who’s damn talking!” you seethe. “I’m tired of the fact that we keep playing this stupid flirting game for months, only for it to go absolutely nowhere!”

“Have you ever stopped to use your brain and think about how flirting inherently is done in good casual fun?” Kise explains slowly, implying that you were the immature one in the situation. “Meanwhile, you have the audacity to get mad at me when you’re the one who’s using me for your own selfish gain!” Kise sends a heated glare but his eyes were tinged with betrayal.

“What the hell are you even talking about? Are you out of your mind?”

“Fuck this,” he scoffs, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m leaving, I’m not dealing with this shit anymore. If you want attention, I’m not gonna entertain you anymore.”

“No, you will not leave!” you yell, trying to stop Kise in his tracks. He merely ignores you as he holds up a hand to do a wave with his back to you. “You’re going to explain what the hell you were talking about!”

You sprinted and held onto his sleeve to tug him back to face you, only to be met by the most bone-chilling gaze from him. You would’ve absolutely cowered in his presence if it wasn’t for the fact that you were irrationally angry from the false accusations Kise threw at you prior. You can definitely tell that Kise was biting his inner cheek to keep himself reasonably calm.

“Ryōta,” you say.

“Don’t call me by my first name anymore,” he says flatly.

“Where did you get the idea that I was using you?”

“Hah! Why? Does it matter? Are you gonna go to them and try to threaten them after? It’s so clear from the way you’re talking right now that you only see me as a prize to show off.” You inhale a huge breath to stop yourself from saying something you’ll regret.

“I never saw you as some object, Ryōta,” you mildly scoff. “Let me make myself clear. All I wanted was a clear answer from you every time I asked you if you wanted something serious, but every single damn time, you changed the subject or never answered the question!”

“It’s all done in good fun. Does it really need to be serious?”

“But I want something serious with you!”

Kise merely turns away in silence, but you can see his body slightly tremble.

“... Ryōta?”

“Don’t lie to me like that…” he says, slightly sucking a breath. “... Look, if you really wanna use me to boost your popularity, just… just come clean, okay? I’ll go along with it if you tell me now. After all, we’ve been… good friends.”

“Lie? Why would I lie? I never thought once of using you or having any motives other than to get to know you personally as a friend, Ryōta,” you say, looking down on the grip you had on his sleeve still.

“What reason is there to know someone like this other than to activate a ticking time bomb while playing a game to pass that time? Isn’t that how it’s always been? Isn’t that what we are right now?”

Your senses tell you that something deeper beyond this surface argument has been troubling him. You slowly let go of his sleeve, before turning away with a sigh, leaving Kise absolutely confused.

“I think we both need to cool our heads,” you sigh. “We’ve both said too much, and… just… forget what I said, okay? And I’ll forget about what you told me.” Kise’s eyes widen at your statement.

“(y/n)-cchi…?”

“We can still do light-hearted banter like we always do the next time we see each other, okay Kise?” Your fists on your sides tremble before you hold up your head to give him a cheerful smile that’s eerily all too familiar to his own. You turn to walk away, but his heart squeezes painfully at the sight of your back to him like this. You’re so far from him. So far.

“Hold it, now…” he says, slightly sprinting to catch up to you. He grabs your hand, still balled tightly by your side. “You’re cruel, you know that? Demanding me not to leave but then leaving the conversation on your own accord? You’re a hypocrite.” He spins you around to see your eyes barely struggling to hold back fresh tears. Little did he know that your countenance was a mirror to his own.

“... Our heads aren’t in the right place, Kise. You should probably let go.”

“I probably should, huh…” he says, but still giving no sign that he was actually going through with it.

“Knowing you, you’d really hold my fist until someone has to actually separate you from me.”

“And knowing you, you’d probably punch me before anyone else had the chance to do so.”

“You know me so well, hm?” you muse, a tiny curl of your lip a different world than the one you gave moments before.

“... No,” he says with a slight frown. “I don’t think I know you well enough.”

“I don’t know you enough either, Kise.”

Silence falls between the two of you, frail as thin ice, before you eventually break it.

“... You’re right, this whole friendship we have right now… it’s a time bomb. It’s bound to fail and fall apart.”

“W-Wait,” Kise slightly says in shock. “That was… I didn’t mean it like—”

“No healthy relationship of any kind would last if we keep dancing around each other like this. I wanna be honest with you for once… I… don’t wanna do this banter anymore. I don’t wanna do these flirting games. I’m kinda tired of it. Especially when you always keep me at a distance.”

“Pfft, (y/n)-cchi,” he snorts loudly, flashing his sunny smile. “I’m practically so close to you holding your hand!”

“You know exactly what I mean,” you sigh, and you avert your gaze away. “You feel so far. I just… you feel so out of reach even when I’m in the same room as you… even as of now. I just want to know where we’ll end up.”

You firmly shake his grip off you, watching his hand falling back to his side as he does nothing but stare at you. You don’t know if he’s angry, offended, or shocked, but whatever his expression was, you couldn’t tell, not when you still stared at the concrete to the side rather than at him.

“Of course I wanna be friends with you,” you continue. “But can you blame me for believing that there’s something more between us when we do romantic gestures and flirting for months on end? If we’re just going to be friends, that’s fine, but I’d prefer if you’d also stop addressing me with -cchi, just to draw a clear boundary between us.” You finally look up to see Kise, but to your own shock, he looks quite bitter.

“You say that you’re confused about what we are, but then you go prattle to everyone else that you’re my significant other when we haven’t even talked a single thing about being a serious thing. You’re so fucking confusing.”

“I… did no such thing?” Your eyes, still puffy from the tear ducts, shine in genuine bewilderment.

“You… didn’t?”

“Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“I… um… oh…” All he could do was to stand there completely stupefied, mouth gaping as multiple realizations suddenly hit him like bricks. He rubs his neck as he shamefully looks away.

“So tell me,” you slowly say, giving him a more bone-chilling gaze than the one he gave you. “What exactly have you been hearing in the hallways?” You both stand there in silence again as Kise struggles to think of a way to explain it without sounding completely dumb.

“Okay, look… I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have listened to the rumors so easily, especially since I despise them too, but… they were about you, and I just couldn’t help myself…” he mumbles. “I don’t know, I… the thought of you getting close to me to use me really, really hurts.”

“And you thought just cutting me off on the spot was the most reasonable decision you can think of?”

“H-Hey…! Don’t put it like that! I thought I knew you well, but when I heard what people gossiped, my mind just went somewhere, and I thought maybe I misread you at some point. If you really did have ulterior motives, cutting you off wouldn’t be as easy as that other girl. Because I… w-wait! Where are you going?!”

“Home, Kise,” you flatly say. “It’s after school after all.”

“At least hear what I have to say!” He tries to catch up with you, but you only speed walk to outpace him. “Let me explain myself!”

“Hypocrite~” you say, using Kise’s mocking voice. “I don’t recall you letting me explain myself in the beginning.”

“(y/n)-cchi, I’m sorry! I’ll pay for all the outings we’ll do this week! And um… I’ll always talk to you if something’s bothering me—don’t ignore me!”

“Didn’t I tell you not to use -cchi?” you sigh, stopping abruptly, causing Kise to accidentally bump against you. “I’ll forgive you, but we’re still only friends. I guess I’ll apologize for assuming things on my end, too.” Kise drops his head on your shoulder from behind, and you only roll your eyes in amusement at the familiar contact. “Oh dear, Kise. I didn’t think you were the type to be so clingy after a fight.”

“Okay, I’ll ‘fess up,” he says, voice muffled by your uniform blazer. “Even though we’ve always gotten along so well, there’s always been a part of me who’s been on the lookout for any possible signs that you only saw me for my reputation. While I enjoyed having you around, I had always been ready to cut you off if I saw anything suspicious, but… lately the thought of letting you go ached so much… and then I heard what the other students were talking about… how you were acting the entire time… how you somehow screwed over other people before… couldn’t really think properly after that.”

“Boo hoo,” you huff. “Do you want a kiss to make you feel better?”

“... I actually do.”

“I think our heads haven’t completely cooled down. I’m going ahead.” You were about to walk away, even though you very much enjoyed his head on your shoulder, but his arms wrap around you to stop moving any further from his side.

“You said that you wrongly assumed what we were…” he whispers. “But you’re actually right. We’ve been more than friends for a while without me really acknowledging it,” he chuckles at your groan, “I guess you really do know me well… I’m really attached to you… but it’s not fair that you’re so collected even when I’m hugging you like this.”

“Kise, you’re an idiot, do you know that?” you snort. “How are you hugging me but not noticing how fast my heart is beating?”

“H-Hey! Can you call me by my first name again? I said it without really thinking, okay? It hurts me every time you do that.” He gives the most comical pout, but you only punch the top of his head on your shoulder before walking ahead.

“I’m still mad at you. I’m going home.”

“(y/n)-cchi, w-wait! Let me walk you home, then!”

“Don’t call me that either. I’m still mad at you.”

“But aren’t we dating now? I can call you that if we’re a thing.”

“But I’m still mad. You still said all those horrible things, and that stung. You think you’re the only one hurting right now?”

“I’m really, really sorry! I’ll make it up to you, and I won’t say anything like that again, and…”

“You’re not being really convincing.”

“I know I was being immature and the one with the inflated ego, and I said things that aren’t remotely true—”

You sigh before you turn back to a panicking Kise behind you.

“Then you better make it up to me by cuddling me and telling me some sweet nothings, because I can really use that right now, Ryōta.”