#tonight's show gave me the art idea juices

[chemevan]

patrick rain...

[Image ID: a digital doodle of patrick stump from fall out boy dressed as the late singer prince in the movie "purple rain. he’s on a purple motorcycle with a symbol of a p and s covering each other. there is a lot of fog in the background./.End ID]

[danganphobia]

Laishuro College AU prompt, and notes:

-first note, we’ve seen in casual doodles in the adventurer’s Bible that Toshiro seems to have an eye/interest for art and aesthetics. My gf for this AU is that he knows how to draw people and plants pretty well, but not animals or buildings. -second note, I’m using a chuck of Lokh’s own college AU idea where Laios is actually a online, novel writer on the side.

Toshiro, less interested in the DM campaign than he is staring at his surroundings, especially when said sessions took place at the old Touden House, he’s always looking around at the family pictures and nicknacks. Half-hoping he’d eventually see Falin’s childhood room, though having the sessions there was as rare enough.

So Toshiro isn’t super happy when the opportunity of exploring the home does arise, it’s to help Laios with his part of their assignment. When Toshiro looks around (reluctantly) Laios’ room, he notices all the bugs inside frames, and shelves full of animal parts like feathers and bones. So much so that even Laios notices Toshiro is distracted, and so he shows Toshiro his rarest souvenirs from going around the forest as a kid.

Toshiro is shaken to see a feather with similar patterns and colors as it was described in one of his favorite indie novels. Inside a rusty lunch box was also a few rocks and ores, but that feather stood out. Laios puts it all away before Toshiro can form the right question, a part of him also thinking it could just be a coincidence. The seed has been planted though, and so he can’t help but seeing the other similarities in Laios and the descriptions in the novel. Even notices his style of narration whenever they have a DM session after that.

Just a slow burn of Toshiro connecting dots and felling super frustrated yet enamored by the similarities, while planing to find a way to figure it out without anyone, especially Kabru (bc he would eventually just make fun of him anyways lol) finding out. So he has no other choice… Toshiro is going to have to get Laios all alone to confirm his suspicions and perhaps even… Admit his admiration for Laios work. If that’s all he’s found himself to enjoy about Laios that’s is.

This got my brain juices going. Drabble under the cut.

It never felt like it was the right moment to catch Laios. It was only fair, he was a busy guy outside of club meetings. So, Toshiro decided to do things the old-fashioned way.

When the class they shared together ended, he turned to Laios, opening his mouth to speak, but then he was bombarded by their peers sitting nearby in the neighboring rows.

Realizing that it was yet again not a good time, Toshiro stood from his chair and grabbed his things, leaving the classroom. As students flooded out of the door, someone else came rushing after him.

"Hey! Toshiro!"

Startled by his name being called, Toshiro turned around, meeting with Laios face-to-face again.

"Sorry it took me so long," he panted, catching his breath. "Did you wanna talk to me about something?"

Feeling put on the spot, Toshiro wanted to flee. Then he remembered, he needed to speak to Laios for a reason; a really good one. But he needed more time to gather his bearings about this.

"Can you meet me at the restaurant later tonight?" Club sessions weren't tonight due to everyone's schedules being packed, so they'd have a table to themselves.

"Sure!" Laios nodded. Another friend of his presumably called after him, catching his attention, but he made sure to properly say goodbye to Toshiro first.

Then, it was back to being invisible again.

Later, Laios met him at the restaurant as promised. He was on time, which wasn't unusual, but Toshiro was expecting him to postpone because something had come up.

Toshiro just had a coffee, because he had assignments he preferred to stay up late completing after this. He let Laios order whatever he wanted, though. He even offered to share some of his food with Toshiro, one of which was a gigantic plate of french fries.

Toshiro gave into trying just one, dipping it into the glob of ketchup on the side of the plate. It was incredibly salty, but it tasted incredible.

"Good, right?" Laios grinned. Toshiro smiled back. Okay, here goes nothing...

When Toshiro vouched to change the subject, Laios picked up another fry. "Try another!"

Seeing Laios dangle the salty fry at his face, Toshiro took it from him, taking a bite. Laios' smiled brightly, and then he began to talk to Toshiro about plans for their next campaign.

It was impossible to get Laios to stop when he was on a passionate tangent, so Toshiro let him. He paid for their check, insisting it was his treat and not Laios', and then they left the restaurant. Thankfully, judging by the silence, Laios must've run out of steam.

"Laios," Toshiro began, ignoring his racing heart as he continued. "Do you... do you remember when you showed me your collection at your house?"

Laios perked up. "Oh. Yeah, I do. Why?"

Toshiro stopped walking. Laios stopped a few steps ahead of him, noticing Toshiro wasn't moving anymore.

"That feather I saw in your lunch box," Toshiro said after, "I noticed, that it was also mentioned in one of your novels..."

Laios was quiet for some time, making Toshiro panic, wondering if he said the wrong thing. Then, he heard a chuckle come from the other man.

"So," he started, hands in his pockets as he approached Toshiro. "I'm guessing you figured it out, huh?"

Toshiro could only blink in utter confusion. "What?"

"I thought I was being subtle, well, kinda." Laios said with a bashful smile on his lips.

"I don't-" Toshiro shook his head, frowning. "Understand..."

"You basically just told me you read my novels, only someone that does would know this at all," Laios said, being more direct this time. "I haven't shown anyone other than Falin that feather."

This must mean Laios wanted to show him his collection, just Toshiro, and only him.

"Are you serious?"

Laios laughed, ruffling the back of his head. "Yeah. Y'know, it really makes me happy knowing you like my work."

Toshiro walked past him, pink coloring his pale cheeks, and it wasn't from the cold weather.

"Wait, Toshiro! Where are you going?!" Laios chased after him.

"Far away from you." Toshiro muttered.

"Just hold on a second!" Laios grabbed his arm, shifting in front of him on his feet. "I'm not trying to make fun of you about it!"

"The similarities between you and your writing made me feel like I've gone insane, and I've been keeping this in for weeks and weeks without saying a word about it," Toshiro confessed. When he saw that Laios wasn't reacting, he came to a disturbing conclusion. "How long have you known?"

"Hmm..." Laios hummed, taking his hand off Toshiro's arm. "I just had a feeling, I guess? Besides, you were kind of acting off since then. At first I thought you were freaked out, but that can't be the case. Then there was the possibility you knew about my work. I didn't want to ask you outright. I thought it was a stretch, so I was hoping you'd come to me about it."

There was no reason to try to fight this. Laios had him cornered.

"I'd have to admit, you are a remarkable writer," Toshiro said begrudgingly. "You and your protagonists have some things in common. Brash, insatiable, oblivious, surprisingly perceptive to other's emotions." And those just happened to be the traits that drew Toshiro to Laios in the first place. "But their resolve..." Laios stared at him intensely as he continued, hoping he could ignore his nerves, "is nothing like I've ever seen, I can't believe I'm saying this, I feel as if if they keep going on they could rule the world someday and succeed."

Laios' smile was warm, hearing Toshiro's feedback. "Yeah?"

He was suddenly closer than before, close enough for their lips to touch if he had taken another step.

"Yes." Toshiro whispered, a breath away from feeling Laios' lips on his, a hand on his chest, tilting his head up slightly.

Just as Laios was about to grant that wish, stirring Toshiro's gut, he snapped out of it last minute, stepping away.

"I should, uh, get home-" Toshiro blurted, eyes darting from Laios.

"Oh," Laios coughed, covering his mouth with his palm. "Okay. Sorry, I know you have an exam tomorrow morning. Can I walk you home?"

Toshiro waved his hand. "You don't have to do that-"

"Please." Laios begged, coming closer again. Toshiro stumbled back, because if he were in the same position as he were in before he was going to do something he'd regret in the morning. "Can I?"

Laios was just walking him home - an innocent gesture of kindness he'd been doing for some time now. It shouldn't mean anything, should it? He practically confessed that he idolized Toshiro and how happy it made him to know Toshiro was a reader of his novels. It was sure to affect their relationship in some capacity; but maybe if they pretended otherwise, it wouldn't make things weird between them.

Toshiro nodded. When he walked, he slowed his pace for Laios to catch up. Somehow, their arms couldn't stop brushing on the entire walk back, but neither of them could bring themselves to look at each other, far too embarrassed to.

Who were they kidding, they couldn't be subtle about their feelings on the situation to save their lives.

[sinfulspencer]

Hi ! May i request "passionately making-out against a wall" + Spencer, please ? Thank you very much. <3

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Rating: spicy fluff (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: implied grinding, making out

Words: 1.2k

A.N.: I’m not sure you wanted spicy fluff or just fluff, but I thought spicy fluff fit much better with my idea. Hope you like it and thank you for sending me your request! x Thank you to my lovely @sassymoon for beta-reading as always.

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The moment my eyes locked with Spencer’s, I knew something was going to happen. I knew he was going to come over and ask me to dance, to prevent Penelope from stealing me in order to jump on the little stage where she’s now having the time of her life with JJ and Emily.

I knew Spencer was going to take a step forward, I knew he was going to twist my night and make it much better.

I was prepared for everything, because no matter how much I tried to understand his thoughts behind those bright honey coloured eyes, I needed to figure out all the possibilities and be ready for him, to prove to him that I wanted him as much as he wanted me.

It was clear in the way he walked through the crowded bar to reach out for me, it was clear in the way his hand closed around my wrist. It was clear in the way his lips twitched into a cocky grin when he led me out of the bar.

I followed him in silence, forgetting my purse over the table where Tara and David were having a discussion on the best kind of drink they tasted tonight. I didn’t care about my phone, my wallet, my badge – anything.

All I cared about was the warmth of Spencer’s fingers grazing over my skin, the sweetness of his lips when they pressed over mine, the rough cold wall scratching my back when Spencer pushed me against it.

All it mattered to me was to show him how much I wanted him, how happy I was to finally have landed between his strong arms, trapped between his addictive kisses and his body.

My knees buckled when Spencer whispered my name against my own lips, when he held me in his arms and started to kiss me again as if his life depended on it. And in that moment, I realised that yes, my night depended on that exact contact – because it was all I wanted.

His lips were soft, almost silken against my own.

His hands cradled my face as if I was the most precious piece of art, as if he wanted to protect me from the cold air of the night with his own body. And I accepted everything he could give me, using him as a shield from anything bad that could happen in this darkness.

No matter how hyper-aware I was at that moment, I couldn’t focus on doing anything with my hands. All I could do was accept those kisses and give him even more – I wanted him to scream out the love I felt for him, the desire that has been consuming me each moment I spent with him, the sensation of protection and warmth that only Spencer could provide for me.

The lingering scent of peaches filled my breath and it made me smile, because his mouth tasted exactly like the juice he drank the whole night. That sweet juice that tasted like Heaven each time he kissed me, pressed me to the wall and showed me how much he loved me.

“I couldn’t stop looking at you.” – Spencer whispered on my lips, using his hands to push me closer to his body – “I wanted to kiss you so badly.”

I was out of breath, my head was spinning with desire. Not able to give him an answer, I gave him something that both of us were craving: I kissed him again, but this time, with every ounce of desire I had in my body.

Spencer whimpered against my lips when I pushed my hips forward, meeting his half-way.

I knew that I had him in the palms of my hand, the same way I was in his. I knew exactly how to rile him up, how to move my body to tell him that this night wasn’t going to end with a few innocent kisses – and Spencer was more than happy to receive the clear message and answer me with a giggle.

I loved the way his body responded to mine with the same eagerness I felt for him, I loved the way his lips locked with mine as the darkness led us where our most dark and deepest desire lay.

“Don’t stop kissing me, Spencer.”

It was all he needed to hear before sliding his hands down to my hips, moving it against his to match his own pace. I let him, kissing his mouth and whispering sweet praises while Spencer did his best to worship me in the dark.

I wanted to look at him, to watch the pleasure getting so tight and intense in his body, but the darkness was surrounding us and shielding us from unwanted stares. The sweet sounds coming out of his lips made me feel like I was on top of the world, like I had the most precious angel pressing his taut body against his mine to own me, to show me his love for me.

And Spencer did, declaring his passion and the deep love he stored for me in his heart in the shape of uttered words, faltering movements against my hips and gentle kisses that covered my lips. I accepted everything he could give me, answering him with eager kisses and soft moans that disappeared into the dark alley we decided to share our love in.

Spencer kept me pressed to the wall, ravishing my lips with hungry kisses and innocent praises while I let go of myself just for him. I called out his name, I made sure the stars and the moon knew how much I loved the man ahead of me with silent prayers.

The more I kissed him, the more I became aware of the tangled mess we were. Even if I couldn’t see him, I could picture Spencer’s rosy cheeks and plump red lips as they kissed my lips and then my neck; his unruly curls and his now messy shirt sticking to my own clothes, making us feel like we were one body in two.

Kissing him made me realise how Spencer was the other part of me – the best one, the part of me I was never going to let go, no matter the consequences.

With my eyes half-closed, I let Spencer kiss me one last time before we separated. Fixing our clothes in the dark and chuckling because we stumbled against one another, we made our way back into the bar where the rest of our friends were laughing, singing, dancing.

I couldn’t focus on the song playing when I entered the bar, because all I could feel was the sweet taste of Spencer’s mouth on mine – and I was starting to miss him. He was a few inches away from me, ordering another peach juice to the bartender – and yet, I was missing him.

I needed him again, I needed Spencer to hold me in his arms and never let me go. And like a magnet, he got closer to me and kissed my cheek.

“I’m going to take you home tonight.”

Not objecting to the tantalising offer, I turned my head to him and kissed him.

This night was far from over.

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[quiltedgold]

study buddies - leorio p.

pairing: leorio paladiknight x f!reader

wc: 1.9k

genre: smut. 18+ pretty please

contains: smut, unprotected sex, switch!leorio, switch!reader, college-age, handjob, yada yada

notes: this has not been proofread so forgive any mistakes. my friend saw a tiktok art this concept and inspired me to write this. also the empty leorio smut tag made me sad, so. enjoy :p

As you approached the door of your apartment, you dug in your bag for your keys, and… Nothing. No metal against your fingertips or jangling sounds from the depths of the backpack.

Damn it. No way you forgot them in Leorio’s apartment. You two had been studying for so long, and you were positive you had gathered up all your things from the table before heading out…

After one last sweep of your backpack, you were positive. No keys.

Sighing, you turned to make the trek back across campus to Leorio’s place. It wasn’t too far, a fifteen minute walk, ten if you hurried. Hopefully he was still up.

Before long, you were back at the entrance to his apartment complex. Grabbing your phone, you dialed him up and waited as it rang, then went to voicemail. Ah, maybe he was in the shower? No matter, you had a spare key to his place in case of emergencies, and he for yours. He wouldn’t mind if you used it to grab what you needed and got out of there. Fishing it out of your bag, you unlocked the door and headed up to his floor.

Rapping twice on the door, you called out- “Hey, Leorio? It’s me, I forgot something…”

No reply.

Frowning, you slotted the key into the lock and eased the door open, hoping he wasn’t asleep.

Before you saw him, you heard him. Quick, ragged breaths, and the wet, unmistakable sound of… Oh, god.

He was splayed on the couch, his legs spread and his sweatpants loose around his thighs. His head was thrown back against the cushions, facing towards the door, and you. His face was twisted in pleasure, his teeth digging into his lower lip. His sunglasses were nowhere to be seen.

The sounds you heard were coming from his hand wrapped around his dick, rapidly fisting it into his palm. As you watched, his hips stuttered upwards once, and he threw his head back even further, letting out a whine, adam’s apple bobbing up his throat. He looked absolutely debauched.

Your brain battled with your desires, respect for your friend warring with the thoughts raging through your head.

Just when you thought you could work up the courage to leave, Leorio moaned your name in the most breathless, needy tone you’d ever heard from him, followed by a whiny, “Fuck, y/n, please-”

Your feet were immediately frozen to the floor, heart leaping into your throat. Your common sense told you to scram, to shut the door quietly and let him have his privacy and forget this ever happened, for both of your sakes’.

But the other part of you was louder. The part who knew that you’d been lusting after your friend for months, the part who’s encouraged the urge to crawl into his lap and kiss him breathless and more each time you hung out to study, but always been stifled… until now. That part of you made your brain kick into gear again.

You stepped quietly inside, shutting the door behind you, kicking off your shoes and placing your bag on the ground.

You padded over to the couch, face heating up with anticipation as you got closer.

“Leorio…” you whispered, and his eyes flew open, letting out a choked gasp. The hand around his dick halted its ministrations, and he scrambled to pull his sweatpants back up.

“Oh my god, y/n, I’m so sorry, I, I thought you had left-”

“If you were so pent up, you could have asked for my help,” you hummed, gently pushing his hand away from his sweatpants. “What else is a study buddy for?”

Leorio gulped, desperately searching your eyes for confirmation that his actions weren’t wrong, that you meant what you were saying. His pupils were still blown with pleasure, sweat beaded across his forehead.

You trailed your fingers up his thigh, ghosting the base of his dick.

“Need some help?” you asked, holding his gaze for affirmation.

“Yes, please, god, yes. I- I need you so bad, please,” he moaned, bucking his hips up into your featherlight touch.

Smiling, you retracted your hand and fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt instead. “I want you to show me how you were doing it,” you requested.

Gasping, he grabbed his cock again and began pumping it, screwing his eyes shut with pleasure and perhaps shame.

“Tell me what you think about when you do it,” you said, sliding a hand beneath his shirt.

“You, always you,” he moaned without hesitation. “Kissing you, eating you out, f-fucking you, nngh-” He cut himself off as your fingers circled his nipple.

“Keep going,” you teased.

“Oh, god. You, sucking my- my cock, under the table or in the shower, or- fuck!” He jolted as you gave his nipple a pinch. “Please, I want you to… I want-”

“Want me to jerk you off?” You offered.

“Yes,” he answered, gasping.

With a devilish grin, you slid onto the couch next to him and tucked yourself into his side, placing your hand atop his on his cock, entangling your fingers and leading the pace, purposefully slowing it down. You moved with long, slow strokes, squeezing lightly at the base and tracing your thumb against the tip. He was painfully hard, beads of precum oozing from the angry red tip, and his hips bucked up with every especially hard squeeze.

“Fuck,” he garbled. “Fuck, y/n, it’s so good, please, I need to… I need to c-come, please-”

“Go ahead, Leorio,” you purred. “Come for me.”

With a strangled moan, his hips jutted upwards one last time and cum spurted from his tip, painting both of your knuckles’ white. Each pulse of liquid sent a jolt up his cock, and you squeezed it lightly as he rode out the bulk of his orgasm.

As he wound down, panting, you lifted your hand from his dick and brought it to your mouth, making sure he watched as you lapped up his salty substance from each finger. His eyes, already lidded, darkened with desire.

Flitting your gaze down again to his length, you saw that, unbelievably, it was still hard.

“Y/n,” he rasped. “Let me fuck you. Please.”

It was all you could do to nod before he flipped you over, back pressed into the cushions and head against the arm of the couch. In the blink of an eye, he had your shirt and skirt off, leaving you in simply the matching set of lingerie you’d worn in the event that this was an outcome of tonight’s study session.

Leaning back on his heels, he raked his eyes across your figure, admiring each inch, squeezing the base of his cock again with the sight of you.

Struck with a wave of self-consciousness, you pressed your thighs together and turned your head into the armrest, face burning.

Leorio tsked, “Don’t get shy now, not after you just jerked me off on my own couch,” he growled, slotting his knee in between your thighs to force them apart. Running a finger along your covered slit, he stopped when he reached your heat, pressing lightly then bringing his finger up to examine.

“Oh, my god, you’re soaking,” he groaned, sucking his finger into his mouth to lap your juices clean. He leaned down to capture you in a kiss, hungrily sucking at your lower lip and dipping his tongue into your mouth. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and something that normally would have disgusted you only served to turn you on further as your tongues pressed against each other. You kissed hungrily for several moments, until the heat burning down below became too much to bear.

“Please, fuck me,” you moaned into his ear, looping your arms around his neck. “I can’t wait any longer, please.”

Nodding, Leorio wasted no time, shoving your panties to the side and lining his cock up with your entrance. Even the touch of his tip against your hole had both of you groaning, and he met your gaze and held it as he pushed his length all the way in. You wailed, wrapping your legs around his trim waist and trying everything to pull him closer, deeper.

His cock stretched your walls deliciously, filling you perfectly and making you wonder how you could have ever lived without this.

After his pelvis pressed flush against yours, his length as deep as humanly possible, he paused to give you time to adjust. Time held still, your breathing synched, his head dropped against your shoulder and pressing openmouthed kisses against your collarbone, light sideburns scratching gently against your jawline.

Then the moment was over, and he pulled out entirely, just the tip remaining. You almost cried at the loss, but he thrusted back into your heat before you could procure the sound.

The pace he set was breakneck, cock slamming into your tight hole, his moans echoing in your ear. What should have been too much only fanned the flames of your lust, throwing your head back with each thrust and crying his name and an assortment of obscenities.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Leorio groaned, breathless. “Ever since you came to my place in that short-ass skirt and kept uncrossing your legs in front of me, god-”

His hands gripped your waist for dear life as he fucked into you, the size of them deliciously large compared to your frame, his thumbs practically touching. Leorio’s fingers pressed shadows into the soft of your stomach, undoubtedly leaving marks by the end of the night; which you couldn’t find it in yourself to be unhappy about.

“Remember that?” He asked, rolling his hips in a way that made you squeal. “I was convinced you were doing it to- nngh- to tease me. By the end of the night I was this close to bending you over the table and taking you right there, shit.”

Catching his breath, he leaned down to hiss in your ear. “But I guess that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? Little slut.”

Fuck. You wailed at that, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Your fingers scrabbled for purchase against his back, likely leaving scratches against its tan expanse.

He groaned, speeding up the pace of his thrusts, cock insatiably hot and thick inside you. “Y/n, I’m close- want you to come with me, c’mon-”

Thankfully, the incessant slapping of his balls against your ass, pelvis rubbing against your clit, and his length reaching impossible centers within your cunt was sending you dangerously close to the edge.

“Please, Leorio, I need it, I need you, please-”

“Fuck, baby, I’m c-coming, where d’you- where do you want it-”

“Inside, inside-” you gasped without thinking, and he buried his cock inside you one last time, groaning as thick spurts of white painted your walls. The feeling of his cum inside you sent you over the edge, arching your back and sending your eyes rolling back into your skull as your orgasm racked your body, fireworks of pleasure radiating through each appendage. You gripped his damp hair for purchase as you rode out your climax, and he huffed against your throat, arm muscles rippling as their strength faded.

Both of you panted as you came down from your respective highs. Rolling off you, Leorio collapsed at your side, hands trailing over your heaving chest.

With a puff of laughter, you turned your head to meet his eyes, now droopy and satisfied as they gazed into yours.

You grinned softly. “I should forget my keys over here more often.”

[ushiluv]

Late Night Drive 

skate rat!suna x reader 

When you accepted Suna’s confession, you did not know that it also meant accepting to go on a late night car ride with him to the other side of town to vandalize some old skate park that “belonged” to a bunch of guys he didn’t like. (wc: 2330)

warnings 

anal, squirting, overuse of pet names, reader has female anatomy, use of daddy, sex in public but there’s no one around, overstimulation, this is kinda really fluffy, cervix fucking, use of the word cunny, let me know if i missed anything! not proofread yet 

note from the author 

 i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you guys will like it! let me know what i can improve. 

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” you asked as you sat yourself down on the passenger side of your boyfriend’s car.

“Of course, princess, when have I ever not been sure of something?” he responded with a sly grin on his face.

“ ‘m just saying we could be in a lot of trouble if we get caught.”

“We won’t.” he made sure you put your seatbelt on and started the car “And if we do, you could just show them your tits and-” the punch you landed on his arm stopped him from finishing his sentence.

“You’re horrible.” you mumbled under your breath.

He didn’t respond, opted to offer you a chuckle and a squeeze to your thigh instead.

Suna was quite the phenomenon and you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t have a crush on him prior to his confession. Truth be told, you had no idea he was into you; that’s why his confession came in as such a shock. You thought he was joking, so you lightly laughed when he spilled his heart out to you on a friday afternoon in a park near Inarizaki High. But the frown on his face and broken look in his eyes showed in every way possible that he was, in fact not lying. That’s why you quickly apologized and accepted his confession before admitting your own feelings towards him. You knew what kind of student he was and what he did in his free time, but you had no idea that he would ever drag you down with him in his rebellious tendencies.

After a few minutes of small talk backed up by Suna’s late night music playlist, you two arrived at the infamous abandoned skatepark. He got a bag full of spray paint cans from the backseat and handed you a pretty pink one.

“Thought of you when I bought it” he said after putting a black hoodie on.

A smile appeared on your face. “Oh how romantic of you my dear Rinnie.”

“Shut up.” he grumbled before getting out of the car.

After putting on one of his hoodies that he left purposely in the car for you, you got out and followed his footsteps. The place lived up to its name, it was abandoned. The rails were rusty, the bowls were full of dirt and weeds and the ramps seemed impossible to skate on. But, for some reasons that were unknown to you, not a single graffiti could be found on any surface. Your lovely boyfriend seemed to be the first one who had the idea of giving the palace new colours.  

“Why do people even come here? Seems gross to me.” you said as you took a closer look to the middle of one of the bowls. You swore you could smell death from it.

Suna shook the spray can he was holding. “Dunno.” He took your arm with his free hand and dragged you away from the bowl. “Just know they care a lot about this place for some reason. Come on now, I don’t wanna spend the night here.”

You followed him (not like you had a choice) and got ready to do your own share of damage. Suna giggled as he spray painted dicks and curse words all around the oh-so-important place and you could do nothing else than roll your eyes at his childish actions while you painted neon pink doodles. As you watched him paint a curse word that you were sure could not be found in any dictionary, you realize how deep in love you were with that man. Thoughts about your future together started fogging your brain and you could feel your cheeks heat up at the idea of spending the rest of your days with him.

“Babe look at- What’s wrong?” your arms suddenly flew around his waist and your face found place on his chest.

“Just thinking about how much I love you.”

You felt Suna relax as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you too, baby, but look at what I just painted!” he turned you around, excited to show you his new artwork (if you could call it that).

It took about another twenty minutes for him to be completely satisfied with his new art piece. The place was definitely more colourful now, you had to admit that. Suna threw his cans and yours in his backpack and walked back to his car, hand in hand with yours.

He unlocked his door only and threw his backpack in the back as you waited for him to unlock your door so you could get it, but it seemed like he had other plans on how to end the night.

He walked around the car and reached to you, caging you between him and the car, arms on each side of your head.

“What are you doing?” you huffed.

He leaned down and licked the shell of your ear. “Just rewarding my princess for helping me tonight.” he whispered before leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.

Taking a hold of your shoulders, he moved you onto the hood of his car, bending you down against it. His hand moved from your shoulders to down your spine before finally squeezing your ass through your thin leggings.

“Been so good to me tonight, think you deserve a reward” he gave your ass a light squeeze.

“Y-yeah Rin, please.” it was crazy how that man managed to always make you forget how to talk.

As he knelt down on the concrete, he didn’t care about how you didn’t address him properly, he didn’t care about the little rocks that were digging in his knees through his sweatpants, all he cared about was making you feel good. He pulled down your leggings and panties, down enough for him to have a proper look at your already drenched pussy. He hummed to himself and thanked God, the Universe or whatever divine entity that was the reason for you to be in his life.

He didn’t waste any time and brought a finger to your already gaping hole, playing with it as he watched in awe at how much wetter you were getting from his ministrations.

“My little slut is getting turned on because she’s gonna get fucked in public?” he spoke “You’re so messy, princess, wish you could see this yourself.”

“Ah-” you jolted as you felt a finger penetrate you, “don’t tease me, daddy.”

“ ‘m not teasing, doll, you’re just eager.”

He removed the finger that was just in you and brought it to his mouth, sucking and licking at your juices that stuck to it.

“You always taste so good. Gonna let me have another taste, baby? Gonna let me eat your pretty cunny out in public?”

You whimpered. “Yes, yes yes, daddy please, wanna feel your mouth on me.” the cold metal of the hood started feeling really hot under your burning cheek.

“Whatever princess wants, princess gets.”

Suna gave a lick with a flat tongue to your labia, gathering your wetness in his mouth before wrapping his lips around your clit. His tongue switched from playing with your little bundle of nerve to licking your hole. The stimulation drove you crazy, you could feel yourself become closer at every flick of his tongue on your clit. He suddenly removed his mouth from your pussy and switched his tongue for his fingers. The sensation made you squeal from surprise. Three of his fingers were now filling your hole while his thumb took care of stimulating your hardened clit.

“Gonna try something, doll, alright?”

Too busy chasing your high, you nodded eagerly. You had no idea what he was saying, the only information you picked on from his voice was that he asked you a question and you trusted Suna with all your heart. That’s why your whole body jolted when you felt a finger press against the ring of your asshole.

“Rin!”

“Shh, focus on how good I’m making you feel. Can feel you clenching around my fingers, puppy, this is gonna make you feel even better.”

He spat against your hole and allowed the tip of his finger to go past the rim. The sensation was nothing like anything you’ve ever felt before but you couldn’t say you didn’t like it. You only were closer to your climax when you felt his finger try to go deeper.

“Fuck! Daddy!” you screamed as you gushed around his three digits.

“That’s a good girl, fuck.” Suna praised. “Fuck, you never came so hard. I knew that you were a slut but I didn’t know you were such a dirty one.” he teased as he let you ride out your orgasm. “Just need a finger in your other hole to make you squirt, uh?” his dirty words made you whine in protestation, you didn’t even know you could cum like that.

You pushed his hand away when the rubbing against your clit made you feel too overstimulated.

“Stop it daddy… ‘s too much.”

He got up and manhandled you onto your back.

“I know baby, just need to feel you cum around my cock now. Can you do that for me? Gonna be a good doll and squirt on my cock? Promise this will be all for tonight.”

You nodded weakly, still trying to get over the aftershock of the powerful orgasm you just had. He grinned at you and leaned down to kiss your mouth, leaving a small taste of yourself on your lips. His hands reached down for the hoodie you were wearing and the shirt underneath it, he pulled both up enough to have a view on your pretty tits.

“Knew you were not wearing a bra.” he gave a playful pinch to your nipples.

You whined and pushed his hands away before reaching down to the band of his sweatpants to remind him of what he was supposed to do with you.

“You’re so impatient, princess, you’re lucky I love you” he mumbled.

Your heart warmed up at his words, they were like a little reminder that you were his and he was yours. “I love you too, daddy.”

He completely took your legging off and pulled his sweatpants and boxers down to his thighs. His cock was hard and red, the mere sight of it was enough to make you drool. Bringing a hand around its base, Suna started to run his tip over your puffy clit, allowing his cock to be coated of your wetness.

“You’re so shamelessly messy, puppy.” he moaned as he put the tip in, “and so fucking tight. God, no matter how many times I fuck you- you were made to take my cock, right doll? No one else’s.”

“Hmm- Only yours daddy! ‘Was made to only take you”

He groaned as he bottomed out, the wetness of your previous orgasm making it so much easier. Remembering how hard you came earlier, he started fucking you harder with the only goal in mind to make you gush as hard as he just did. The tip of his cock was kissing your cervix and reaching that one spongy spot only him could reach. You were seeing stars- figuratively and literally.

“Daddy you’re so deep” you moaned.

“I know baby, but you love it right? You love having me this deep. Say it.”

“I love it daddy! No one- no one else can fuck me like you do.”

Satisfied with your answer, Suna didn’t take mercy on you and started pounding harder into your gummy walls. Feeling you clench around him, he spat on your hardened clit and started toying with it with his thumb, just like you liked. The added stimulation only heightened your senses. You could feel everything, from the way his thumb was rubbing circles around your clit to the hard vein on his cock that felt painfully good every time he thrusted into you. Before you knew it, your orgasm started building up in you much more powerful than the one you previously had.

“Da- Daddy ‘m gonna make a mess again.”

“Yeah? Gonna gush around me? Come on pretty I know you can do it, gonna make your pretty little cunny cum.”

His other hand started toying with your hard nipple and that pushed you over the edge, cunt spasming around him and juices squirting on his old black hoodie, you came on the hood of your boyfriend’s old car. You moans were nothing compared to the grunts and groan that left Suna’s mouth, he seemed to be enjoying this more than you did.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” a few more thrust inside your walls were enough for him to spill his load into you.

He leaned down on you and hugged you, chest pressed against yours. You two stayed like that for a second, in a comfortable silence just enjoying each other’s presence. After a while, he pulled out of you with a wince as he saw his cum spill out of your hole. He was quick to pick up your leggings and panties and helped you put them back on.

“Don’t waste precious cum.” he said as you pulled your leggings up.

“Maybe if you stopped fucking me raw-”

“Shh, you love it.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple and opened the car door for you.

“Get in, we’re getting food.”

You excitedly clapped your hands, ready to spend some more time with him.

“And then we’re going back to my house, really gotta make you squirt again.”

“You’re a fucking perv, Suna Rintarou.”

“You’re in love with this perv.”

You smiled, because that was the complete truth.

na: sorry for the rushed ending im exhausted </3 

[vixenpen]

Okay so I got a idea. Can you do a scenario with Kirishima and bakugou (separately) were they are famous 18+ asmr artists. And when they get to the spicy parts the actually have you there. So there basically fucking you while recording. And things get really nasty

Bruh...this idea is so fucking hot to meee like, could you imagine??!?!?

ASMR Boyfriend (+18)

(Art by: @sakimichan )

“I hope you know how special you are, and how much you mean to me,” your boyfriend held your gaze. “You deserve all this and more, and if you ever doubt how I feel about you, I’ll make sure to correct that. Understand?”

You bit your bottom lip to avoid saying: ‘yes.’

Today’s episode was a Valentine’s Day livestream special which meant big bucks for you and your ASMRtist boyfriend, Eijirou Kirishima’s, date tonight.

Your role was tech support and...sound affects. You were supposed to be monitoring the chat to make sure everything was going well, but the way your boyfriend’s ruby eyes were boring into your own lustfully, had your full attention. It didn’t help that his voice had dropped an octave becoming heavy and sensual.

The comments were going crazy.

Yes daddy. Ily 💕

🥺🥺🥺

😍😍😍

Big daddy EJ loves me

“Let me show you what I mean, Pebbles.” He curled a single finger and winked, blowing a long strand of red hair out of his face.

You damn near tripped over the chords littering the floor to straddle his lap.

Kirishima chuckled, catching you by your ass and gripping it gently.

He kissed you softly eliciting a hum from you. Listening to your boyfriend flirt and seduce for thirty minutes straight all while giving you the deepest bedroom eyes he could muster always had you ready to go. Today was no different as he had been laying it on extra thick.

“Do you love me?” He asked, biting your lip.

Despite yourself, a small ‘mhmm’ slipped out.

He held your hips tight and ground you on to his clothed erection.

“Can you feel how much I love you?” He asked, eyes sparkling as he gazed up at you.

Before you could answer, his hands dipped beneath your shorts and stroked the heat building between your legs.

“Cuz I can definitely feel how much you love me.”

You moaned. Kirishima brought the mic closer. He pushed the material of your panties out of the way and hissed at the sensation of your cream coating his fingers.

“I can’t wait to fuck you, baby doll.”

I can’t either so hurry up and do it.

You thought to yourself, impatiently.

You ground into your boyfriend’s erection for some relief. The moans and smacks of your tongues colliding with one another grew more feverish.

The chat was going off like crazy as hundreds of horny listeners expressed their desires.

“Wanna taste you,” Kirishima managed to murmur as he whipped off your shirt.

His own shirt followed. You took in his perfectly sculpted physique bulging and flexing with muscle. He gave you a sharp toothed grin and you stifled a giggle.

“You’re so fucking cute, Pebbles.” He tapped your nose. “My sweet doll.”

Kirishima worked your shorts and panties down your hips.

His eyes dipped to the desire between your legs and his tongue slithered across his lips.

When his mouth descended on your hot sex, you stopped holding back, and let out a breathy scream.

“Taste just as good as you look, baby doll.”

“Oh god, Eiji.” You sighed as your boyfriend’s tongue massaged your folds and flicked at your clit.

He slipped his fingers in and out of your sex and lapped up your cum.

“Do you love me?” He asked.

“Yes,” you sighed quietly.

“Hmm?” He stroked into your gripping pussy harder.

“Yesss.” You replied, louder this time.

“I can’t hear you, Pebbles.” He stuffed two of his fingers, slick with your juice into your mouth and hoisted himself up over you.

Chest heaving, you watched as he pulled his thick, veiny member out of the jeans he had been wearing.

Without warning, Kirishima held your gaze and pummeled into you deep and hard, sending your back arching off the couch.

“Do. You. Love. Me?” He ground out, punctuating each word with a hard, deep stroke.

Your loud wails of: “Oh god! Yes, yes, yesss,” overlapped with the question.

The chat was singing like crazy as donations and comments poured in. However, it could barely be heard over the slapping and screaming of you and Kirishima’s sex.

As the chat went off in the background, your boyfriend lowered his lips to your ear and in a voice meant only for you said: “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby, we’ll have a real date tonight. I love you.”

“You can’t take it when I tease you, huh, brat?”

SMACK!

The thick leather kissed your bare ass, drawing out a whimper from you.

Bakugo chuckled. His crimson eyes met yours in the mirror set up across from his work station. Ever since you two had decided to spice up his ASMR streams, he had installed those cameras as a little extra incentive.

It just made the experience all the more hot.

“Look at you,” he chuckled, digging his fingers into your hips and pulling you back against the hard on poking through his black jeans. “Is this punishment or pleasure?”

He spanked you again. You jumped.

“Hard to tell when you’re giving me that desperate look. You slutty little brat.”

His nails ranked down your back. A long his of pleasure and pain escaped through your teeth and you arched in response.

“You like this way too much, don’t you?” He asked, a hint of sincerity slipping through in the question.

“Maybe I’ll just leave you here like this.” He jeered. “Let you just sit here. like the horny little brat you are.”

He stepped away from you, eying your round ass bent over before him lustfully. His grin was wicked as he gazed down at you.

You shot him a pleading look over your shoulder. You weren’t supposed to talk during his recordings until it came to the spicy parts, but sometimes Katsuki pushed it too far. You were so horny after watching him stroke his dick and talk shit for half an hour, you were this close to begging him to fuck you.

“Aww, look at you. You need daddy’s dick that bad?” He asked. “Fine, but you won’t get it that easy.”

Your sex clenched at the thought of what Katsuki had in store.

In an instant, he stood before you. He cocked his head and gave you his signature cocky smirk with an almost animalistic gleam in his red eyes that both scared and excited you.

“Suck daddy’s dick if you want it that bad.” He said in a voice so gruff and raunchy, your knees gave out.

Nimbly, you worked his angry looking flushed erection out of his pants and peppered the tip with kisses.

You kept your eyes on him as your tongue lolled out to taste every inch of his long member from top to bottom.

“Fuck yeah, babe, just like that.” He groaned, arms uncrossing to fall limply at his side.

You kept it up, stroking his dick as you juggled his heavy sack in your mouth.

“God, I love that fucking mouth of yours...”

Every praise and deep, shuddering moan went straight to your sex. You put on a show of slurping and groaning and smacking on his dick like it was a lollipop, both for the audio and to hear his cursing and shit talking babble.

“That’s it, ahh, fuck! That’s it right there.” He grabbed the back of your head and helped guide your bobbing head. “Daddy’s little freak. Nasty little slut. Fuck!”

His hips snapped forward, sack smacking your chin. You sat on your ankle and pressed down against it to offer some relief and much needed pressure to your aching clit.

“I’m gonna fucking cum, baby. I’m gonna cum in this filthy mouth of yours. You want that, huh? Huh?”

“Mmhmm!”

You felt Katsuki’s dick flex and with that, his hot seed burst into your mouth. With a sigh of satisfaction, your boyfriend slid out of your mouth.

He grabbed your jaw and brought you to your feet to meet him.

“Such a good girl now, aren’t you?” He smirked, brushing the dribble at the corner of your lips away with his thumb. “Guess daddy will have to reward his good girl now, won’t he?”

[hawksugarbaby]

Todoroki x reader- one hell of a reunion

Smut

Chapter included: hair pulling, loud sex, implications of cuckolding

Todoroki watched amused knowing it didn't matter who fucked you best, he loved you, and you loved him, it had been obvious since first year. He watched you be carried off by Kirishima on his shoulder and you cupped your hands around your mouth "YOUR A CUCKOLD!" you shouted to the heterochromatic and he shook his head. So immature. "I GET TO GO NEXT YOU FUCKING EXTRA'S!" "Kaachan the world doesn't revolve around you!" "QUIET DEKU"

The boys were gathered around a table staring at your silhouette talking to your former teachers who were asking about your studies in university. The hero course was having a reunion, 10 years after they left to go off on their own, some had gone straight to setting up their own agencies, some going on to be sidekicks for more popular heroes but you? You were a special case. You never cared for becoming a hero, mostly just following the path laid out for you by your mother so you decided that before you stepped into the mould created for you, you would go to university and study (f/s) much to your mother's dismay so that you had something to fall back on if you decided hero work wasn't for you.

You had always been attentive in class, never missing a note or a class and used all your free time to study, you were as sweet as a Carmel apple and always had a childlike innocence around you but it seemed like too much to many of the 1-A boys, even midoriya was sceptical of your innocence. Which led all the boys to tonight, each one determined to discover the real you. The girls always seemed oblivious to how sickly your personality was assuming it was just a purity no one else possessed but the boys knew it was saccharine.

"She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind closed doors she's latex and whips" kaminari took a swig off his spiked punch and all the boys nodded in agreement, well most of which. Todoroki didn't understand why everyone was so hung up on this, of course, you were the most gorgeous person in existence to him and your personality brought a liveliness to the room no one else could offer, so why did they want to discover if it was untrue? Why couldn't they let you just be sweet and innocent, honey voice and butterscotch smooth skin, you were so perfect. "Yeah, but how are any of us going to find that out?" Kirishima pondered and Mineta stepped into the conversation "didn't (y/n) have a huge crush on todoroki? Like unable to keep her eyes off him crush?"

The boys nodded remembering how often you had made conversation with him compared to the other boys and some scowled at the memory "but we don't know if she still does?" Kirishima added and midoriya cleared his throat grabbing the table's attention "your about to do some analysis shit aren't you" bakugo rolled his eyes and urged him on with his hand. "Sh-she's wearing red earrings and a silver necklace with red rubies in it the same as todoroki's hair, her dress is dark blue and silver like his hero costume and finally..." he pointed to your hand "she clearly has a shoto phone case and her ankle has a tattoo of a melting snowflake..."

The boys sat, stunned at Deku's analysis and todoroki turned a bright pink and drew his attention from you to the other boys at the table "I really don't want to be involved in this" he lied and a collective groan of annoyance was barely heard over the pulsing music "fine... but I have no idea what i'm doing so don't bla-" "just go you fucking lovesick puppy" bakugo pushed him forward and todoroki stumbled into the conversation with their old teachers.

You slowly turned to see him, your face slowly turning red from the unexpected intrusion of your longtime crush. "Ah! young todoroki, nice to see you join us!" all might grinned, his frail frame half the size of todoroki. "It's nice to see you too sir, I hope you're doing well," he said with a kind tone that made you swoon "hey todoroki, how's it going?" you asked hiding your nerves with a cheery tone, "i'm doing quite well, how are your studies going (y/n)?" he asked looking back to the table of boys who were staring intently at your conversation "they're going amazing! I never want to leave it's so fun and i'm learning so much" you gave a toothy grin and the boys at the table rolled their eyes not believing your desire to learn. "That's really good. I actually came over to ask if you wanted to dance?" he asked and pointed to the flashing dancefloor filled with students "wait you dance?" you giggled and he shrugged "not really but this punch is 100 per cent filled with alcohol" he chuckled and you chuckled waving goodbye to your teachers and getting swallowed in the crowd of dancing students.

At first, it was slightly awkward, neither of you sure how to approach each other but eventually you got more comfortable, the alcohol hitting your systems and the thumping music encouraging your bodies to move together "I never really took you as a reunions guy!" you shouted over the music "well there are some things I wanted to see again!" he shouted back, he gained some confidence twirling you so your back was facing him and he pulled you closer to him leaning into your shoulder "like what?" you grinned, grinding your ass against his crotch "mm, my dorm is looking pretty enticing right now?" he offered nibbling on the shell of your ear, he could see the boys watching with wide eyes and flushed faces out his peripherals and his hands travelled up your front resting just below the swell of your chest.

"Won't other people be living there?" you said reaching behind you to palm his hardening cock through his trousers making his face burn hotter than his flames "no, they scrapped the dorms once the league was disbanded, now they're all big empty buildings. But some of us asked to keep our rooms intact in case we need to do undercover work and can't stay in our homes" he explained and you nodded, swallowing thickly. His hot breath tickled your cheek and you span round wrapping one arm around his neck, the other continuing to palm his cock. "I see, and you just so happen to be one of those heroes?" you asked biting your lip, your eyes fell to his and he tilted your chin up looking at you with a soft smile but a deviousness glimmered in his lust glazed eyes "if you bite your lip one more time I'll bite it for you" he growled. His threatening words went straight to your throbbing cunt, his low voice making your stomach do flips.

"Let's check out that dorm room then huh?" you asked grabbing his collar and dragging him past the boy's table with an innocent wave. "I'll bring him back soon! I wanted to show todoroki something but I left it in my car" you fake pout and they slowly nod "and you need todoroki to go with you?" kaminari raised an eyebrow and tapped his foot "aw would you like to come too kaminari?" you teased glancing down for a split second before his mouth could open todoroki slammed the door open pushing you forward by the small of your back and a low growl urged you forward. "Sorry, maybe you'll take me up on that later" you shout "no she won't" todoroki argued and you left the building with a chuckle.

It was a good 5-minute walk to the UA dorms, the cold evening air flew through you and the lamplight glowed signalling moths to meet their burning demise. You opened the heavy door and you switched the unused lights on. The floorboards groaned and cobwebs lived in the corners stringing across the windows, the room smelled old and musky but the familiar memories of Christmas on the couch lived on as visions. He quickly led you to his room and opened the much more pristine door, his room was cleaner than the rest of the house and his bedsheets were folded neatly at the end of the bed. "Come here often?" you joked and he shrugged not fully understanding.

You didn't bother locking the door, no one else would be around anyway and you tugged the hem of his shirt "impatient are you?" he chuckled and pulled his shirt over his head throwing it in the corner. "Why would you ever think such a thing?" you gasped and stepped out of your dress kicking it near his shirt and you lay sprawled on his bed on your stomach "the fact you're already on the bed for me is a sure sign" he chuckled lowly and kneeled between your leg's rubbing you through your soaked panties "your dripping wet for me (y/n)," he said bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking your juices off his fingers. He made quick work of your underwear and rubbed your clit slowly making you groan, your hips bucked and he snickered "you're so desperate, you look so pretty all laid out for me like this" he complimented and you bit your lip squeezing your eyes shut burying your face in his pillow.

He spread your legs further and pushed 2 fingers into your sopping cunt. They slipped in easily but it was a tight fit, your sighs were swallowed by the pillow and he drank in the sight in front of him appreciating the art that was your body. He moved his calloused fingers quickly dragging his fingers along your walls and flicked his thumb over your clit. He left wet kisses along your spine and nibbled on the lobe of your ear, your whines raised in pitch as he moved his fingers faster inside your hole, your slick dripping down his hands and he groaned at the sight. He fisted his throbbing hard cock with his other hand each moan and whimper going straight to his dick "do you think you can handle a third baby girl?" he asked. You mewled savouring the sounds of your new nickname "no but do it anyway" you urged.

Your conflicting words made him hesitate but he slid a third finger into your soaked pussy. It was incredibly tight, his fingers stretched you out more than you thought and you cried your hands fisted the pillows and he moved his fingers agonizingly slow but his thumb circled your clit at incredible speed. "Holy shit todo i'm cumming" you screeched fucking yourself on his fingers as he pumped them slowly. you convulsed under him and came all over his fingers, a sight etched into his memory eternally. "Look at that" he chuckled sticking his fingers out in front of you to clean them off, you swirled your tongue around his digits tasting yourself as he lined his cock up with your entrance.

The tip of his erection blushed pink and gleamed with the beads of precum pearling at the tip "are you on the pill?" he asked and you nodded. He guided his throbbing cock into your pussy and he groaned feeling the warmth swallow his rational thought "holy fuck" he groaned staying still for a minute "are you okay todo?" you asked, turning your head to see him better "y-your just really warm 'nd you're so fucking tight" his words left goosebumps on your skin and you gripped the bedsheets "god, fuck please move todoroki I need you so much" you begged, tears welling in your eyes and black drips of mascara smeared on the pillow.

He calmed his shallow breathing and began thrusting at a relatively slow pace. His hands gripped your hair and pulled slightly "ah! Todoroki! F-fuck please go faster" you cried moaning loudly. All your highschool fantasies paled in comparison to what was happening. He sped up his thrusts keeping his grip on your hair and you moved your hips back fucking yourself on his cock while he thrust quickly. He pulled your hair and a carnal moan was ripped from you, he had to stop and use all his will not to cum right then and there. That sound. That moan. He caused that just by...

he yanked your hair and you cried out again, the sensation was thrilling, your chest being pulled up and hair being pulled, it hurt, your ribs and stomach burned but it felt so good having him pull you back with just his hand, strings of moans escaped your lips and he licked his lips "you like that?" he asked and your heaved breaths were interrupted with soft whines "yes fuck yes please fuck me harder todo" you pleaded and his eyes shot open. His grip on your hair tightened and he slammed his cock back into you, he tugged your hair straining your neck as he pounded ruthlessly into your soaking cunt. He wore a shit-eating smirk excited about this new discovery, he leaned forward pulling you back like your hair was a leash and whispered and your ear "I can't wait to tell the rest of the boys about how good I fucked you, they'll never even get to experience it" his words made you tremble the pleasure he inflicted in your body bubbling in your stomach, your juices dribbled down his cock.

"Oh I don't know, kaminari might take me up on the offer" you teased, sewing seeds of jealousy under his skin, he growled his grip on your hair tightening with a vicious glare. His dual coloured eyes nearly swallowed by his pupils and he angled his cock so he was hitting your g-spot. The sounds coming from you were lewder than anything he had imagined, your moans filled the dorms the squelching sounds and the skin slapping on skin echoed in a perfect rhythm. "You think kaminari could fuck you like this babygirl?" he snarled (yes) moving his other hand to your clit flicking his thumb over it quickly and you gasped followed by a mewl "NO! God fuck no todoroki no one can fuck me like you do!" you bit your lip holding back your moans "what did I say about you biting your lip" he growled and turned your neck forcefully capturing your lips in his.

His teeth grazed your bottom lip and you moaned into his mouth. The sensation of him pulling your hair, biting your lip, and slamming his hips against yours, fucking you so carelessly became too much and you erupted. A sinful moan fell from your lips and a pathetic whimper of his name hung on the tip of your tongue, your mouth hung open and your eyes rolled back the rest of your body fell forward, suspended by his hand grasping your hair as you came on his cock. His fingers collected some of your cum and he sucked the nectar from his fingers. You uttered a string of curses as he continued fucking himself into your overstimulated cunt.

He buried his length inside of you and released with a guttural moan shooting thick ropes of cum inside you. He stilled catching his breath before pulling out and tucking his flaccid cock back into his boxers. He looked at you fucked out on the bed and chuckled lowly "was that good (y/n)?" he said wrapping his hand in your hair and pulling you back once again. You purred and attempted a nod "i'm babygirl now sorry I don't know who (y/n) is" your scratchy voice cracked, throat raw from screaming and he smirked "mhm you fucked me so good" you continued and pointed to your dress. "Wait you want to go back to the party?" he asked looking at the raving lights of hall Gamma through his window "mhm" you confirmed and attempted to stand only to collapse back onto the floor "I don't know how much more "dancing" I'll be doing though" you chuckled.

He handed you your dress and panties then a thought crossed his mind and he snatched his panties back off of you. Stuffing them in his pocket. "Todoroki... I need those back" you emphasised the need showing off your red pussy dripping with your combined cum "no I don't think you do" he gave you a lopsided grin and zipped your dress back up for you "you have to go through the rest of the party like this" he said and you panicked "consider it a punishment for flirting with kaminari" he growled and picked you up hoisting you onto his back, not caring about how much mess got on his shirt, he could just cover the mess with his jacket when he got back.

He set you down when you reached the doors and put his arms through his suit jacket to hide the wet patch on his shirt. He helped you into the building no one paying attention to your entrance except the table of boys who had been waiting impatiently for an hour and a half. All fantasising about what you were doing with todoroki, each wishing it was them, all hiding their lap with their jackets. They looked you up and down sucking in a breath at the sight of your exasperated form, completely fucked out and hanging onto todoroki like he was life support, all eyes especially attracted to the white fluid trickling down your leg.

Todoroki set you on the booth seat with the rest of the table and you prayed they don't put the UV lights on you curled up and pulled your fur jacket over your legs so no one would see the mess under your dress. "None of you. Will ever be able to fuck me like that" you pointed to the boys who collectively smirked "that sounds like a challenge sweet cheeks" bakugo's hands popped singing his suit jacket. You sat up slowly and squinted your eyes sizing them up. "Bring it" you muttered and it was a race to get to you first.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Pink Chains

Pt 8. Ending

Kyotani owns a grunge /punk apparel shop after leaving the Sendai Frogs after a incident with the Black Jackals. He designs his own clothes and hires Oikawa & Iwaizumi as his employees. Everything goes smoothly for awhile, till you walk in; pink dress, big smile , and bubbly personality. His whole life stops in that moment. 

Nsfw. Virgin reader. Vanilla

Tags. @galagcica @haikyuu-but-low-iq @kozushiki @mocha-babes @kayisweird @lunebabie @zopzoop @derpeedoo

You were sitting on Kyos lap facing him holding his cheeks kissing him all over his face. Kyo had his hands on your rear trying his best not to tug at your panties and just kiss you . He was still thinking about what happened earlier , and you could tell. His kissing was getting sloppy .

You pulled away to sit on his fingers and lap giving him a shy pouty look. “Kyo…”

“Im sorry sweetie.. its just.”

You kissed him on the lips. “Just nothing. Wanna feel good… wanna feel good with Kyo..”

He sighed kissing you back giving you the ‘ok’. You could feel his fingers along your slit travelign up and down lightly in slow strokes. He chuckled at the little whimpers you made no matter how hard you tried to hide them from him.

“Can i have my hand back sweetie?”

“No..”

He smiled, kissing you again and again while his fingers worked on getting you wet for him. You leaned into him sighing lightly at the feeling, holding his sleeve, kissing it and rubbing against his fingers whining every time they slipped over your clit. Kyo kissed at your neck pulling you closer to him.

“Sweetie.. Lift up for a second”

You held him tight moving up so he could help you out of your panties and sit you on his lap again. You just had his old jersey on now but he quickly got rid of that too, tossing it with the other garments.

“K-kyo.”

“My pretty girl” he pulled you to him, slipping another hand under you again to slip a finger in you just to be stopped short. “Sweetie? Are you a virgin?”

“Yes i uhm..i still want to , just be gentle please..”

Kyotani did not know how to process this for a minute, every girl who threw themselves at him was always some slut. He's never been asked to take it slow before. “Okay sweetie, if at any point you wanna stop, tell me.” he kissed you and slipped another finger in you. The rings hit your flesh creating goosebumps.

You squeezed him tight getting used to the new feeling, eventually he got you to slowly grind against his fingers and helped you reach your first orgasm helping you through it. You pawed at his lap watching his erection get bigger each time.

“ i think.. Im ready”

“Your sure?” he asked , removing his fingers from you to see your juices dripping off of them. He bit his lip and before he could say anything you were taking his erection out and rubbing it.

“Swee!!..-”

You leaned into him giving him big eyes. “Im sure Kyo..”

He kissed you as he gripped your rear lifting you up. “Okay sweetie. Tell me if you want to stop okay?”

“I will Kyo..”

Kyotnai had nails dug into his sleeves while he lowered you down on him. He was hurting you , he stopped a couple times to ask if you were okay and you always nodded between shaking breaths assuring him you were fine and to keep going. It took him a few minutes to sit you back down on his lap. You cried when he broke through. Biting his shoulder drawing blood. He held your body close coaching you through it just like he did for the tattoo. It helped.. It really really helped.

It started out with you on his lap and ended with you on his bed and Kyo on top of you finishing on your stomach. He squeezed you panting hard trying not to put his weight on you too much. You giggled kissing his head and he laughed too. He never wanted to leave you, not ever.

Kyo helped you clean up and asked if he could get you anything to help make you more comfortable. You jokingly asked for a stuffed animal expecting him to not have one but he did in fact have one. A old wolf plush and a Sendai Frogs plush he pulled outta his closet. Kyotani helped you get dressed in his boxers and one of his shirts before putting you to bed. He kissed your head watching you drift off.

“Night sweetie”

“Night kyo..”

Kyotani left to get dressed and to throw your clothes in the wash. He sat on the dryer just listening to the washer for a minute. So much has happened over a few days for him. Multiple times he thought he was going to lose you , he still had no idea how you stayed with him. He was grateful to have you, grateful Yahaba made up with him, grateful his business was working and was hopeful for the future. He returned to you soon after the clothes finished to place them next to the bed, he got in behind you wrapping his arms around you trying to fall asleep. He was not looking forward to the morning,

*

You woke up first because of your alarm and the sound of excited dogs. Your body was sore but you did not mind too much. Kyo squeezed you in his sleep and you giggled kissing his arm all over.

“Kyooo…gotta get up..”

“Skip sweetie..” he nuzzled his face into your neck sighing heavy

“I gotta.. Draw my entry for the Gallery though, and what will i do if i skip?”

“Hang out at my job with me of course. “ he teased nipping your neck.

You sighed turning over and kissed his chest.

“What gallery?”

“My school is participating in this gallery at the local art building in town. My teacher asked if i would join in, im hoping.. I get picked up.”

“Picked up?” he asked you, moving your hair from your face.

“I want to graduate with a job already lined up, im hoping someone will like my designs enough to want to partner with me to sell them on clothes.” you nuzzled into his chest. “But im nervous too cuz.. Business people just see money”

“Where is this gallery again Sweetie?”

“Up the street from Mattsuns shop” you rubbed your eyes and Kyo got a grin on his face.

“Can i come?”

“Of course!” you hugged him tight and he kissed your head.

“Dress code?”

“I think so but.. I dont think its mandatory”

Ho ho ho…

Your phone buzzed again and you whined loud. “Kyoooo let em up…”

He just laid down on top of you . “five more minutes”

*

You played with the dogs for a bit petting each one and giving them kisses on the nose, you even shared your breakfast with them when Iwaizumi was not looking. Kyo had washed your clothes but you wanted to wear his, the pants were too long so you made them into shorts and picked out a random band tee you tied under your chest and found your shoes in the living room. God you were so cute in hi clothes what the fuck.

He couldn't stay long though. Kyotani was greeted with several texts and calls from Yahaba ordering him to get to his place immediately. He gave you a kiss and promised he would be at the show for you and left. Iwaizumi brought you to school and he left for work to see Oikawa had opened with no problems.

Kyotani made it too Yahabas house to be greeted by him in the door, arms folded and foot tapping. Kyotani rolled his eyes, noticing the extra car parked out front. Bokuto was already here. He walked into the house past Yahaba to see Bokuoto sitting at the table trying not to look at Kyotani. He sat down across from him and Yahaba met in the middle between them.

“So explain… what happened.” he said, rubbing the irritation in his face.

“Well., i was out getting somethings and i saw Mad Dog, and i just i dont know. Got upset, all i could think about what the Tourney and the accident.” Bokuto rubbed his eyes and ran hid hands through his hair. “I hit him first Yahaba”

“And you?” Yahaba looked over to Kyo.

“I hit him back” he took in a deep breath sitting back in the chair to rub his sleeve.

Yahaba rubbed between his eyes. “At least no one saw it…”

“y/n was with me”

“.....what?”

“Its true…” Bokuto added

“SO YOU JUST FOUGHT IN FRONT OF HER!”

“I almost punched her Yahab jesus christ, i still feel awful about it”

“She stayed with you?”

“Yes, she did, i dont know how but can we please fix this . i need to go to work and catch y/n’s art show”

“Is she okay Kyotani”

“She is now.” he looked away rubbIng his head. “I fucking hate myself.”

“Kyotani…” Bokuto said. “Im sorry, i let my emotions get the better of me and i should have more control than that. Akaashi gave me one hell of a lecture when i got home. I don't want to fight again.”

“I dont either”

Yahaba was still hung up on you putting yourself between these two and coming out without a scratch. Fuck you really were special.

“So can we agree to move on.” he finally asked them.

“Yes”

“Mhm”

“Good. shake hands and get out of my house.”

The two got up shaking hands and they both felt a wave of relief wash over them. Finally.

*

Back at the college everyone was eyeing your outfit but you did not give one fuck. Yuki and Kii paid you no mind and you spent most of the day in the art room with a towel of crumbled up sketches in a trash bag neck to you. Why was this so hard? You signed in to your arm looking at the empty canvas, lightly tracing over your red panda tattoo.

“Mmm……”You traced some more getting an idea. It was different, new, and stood out. Two opposites.

At The Dog House Kyotani had finally gotten there to see Oikawa running the front and Iwaizumi putting clothes out. He told them everything was fine now and about the gallery show you were in. both men were excited to go and Kyo even texted Mattsun about it.

“Are you gonna wear a suit for once ?” Kawa asked Kyo

“Uhm no, no im not.”

“Why not!!!”

“Because i want to stand out when i tell y/n i want her to partner with me at the shop”

Iwaizumi and Oikawa both got very big smiles and Kyo rolled his eyes, he couldn't help but smile too . he was so ready for tonight, to see your face and your reaction. He was going to tell you he loved you too.

*

It was time for the Gallery and you were already inside setting up your space. You had to change clothes and put on a black dress with boots. Kyotanis clothes neatly tucked away in your bag. You were so happy with the finished sketch you loved it so much, you hoped Kyo did too , you also hoped someone would want to buy it ..

People were starting to come in and you quickly set everything up when your teacher came over.

“y/n, its going to be lovely, this is such a fancy high established place i have no doubt someone will want to pick you up”

“Thank you.. Heh.. i hope soo….”

Things were going good. People loved your piece and you got compliments on it, not many people understood its meaning or how you came to the conclusion to draw these two things together but you loved it. No one made offers though, unfortunately. You just wanted to see Kyo .. where was he?

“You look ridiculous Kawa” Mattsun said.

“The invite said SUITS!” he yelled at them as he parked his car.

“It also said not mandatory” Iwaizumi said getting out with his friends

Kyo got out stretching giving all these fancy people a smirk as they passed, hands on their chest gasping at the sight of him and his friends.

Everyone had regular clothes on, Oikawa was in a suit.

Kyotani was in ripped jeans, black boots and his shops shirt.

Oikawa was in a fancy black suit.

Mattsun was in skater clothes showing off his many tattoos

Iwaizumi was in jeans and a punk rock shirt.

“Ready ?” he asked his friends as he cracked his knuckles.

Everyone said yes and Kyotani could not wait to get inside this fancy place.

You were sitting by your art staring at all the people, everyone had stopped coming over to ask about it. No one was interested. You wanted to leave but you were required to stay till the night was done. You sighed checking your phone when you heard a very loud gasp.

“Oh my god…”

“You must have the wrong place…”

“This place is not for you lot”

“Ouch, im just here to see my girlfriend”

You got the biggest smile jumping out of your seat. “Kyoooo!!!”

People looked back and you waved. Kyotani pushed his way through and Oikawa apologized awkwardly to everyone as him and his friends past through. Kyo picked you up hugging you tight kissing your chest and setting you back down.

“Hows my happy girl”

“Super good now!” you squeezed him and said hello to everyone.

Mattsun checked on his tattoo on you and Iwai and Kawa said hello.

“Sweetie anybody pick you up yet?”

“No.. i .. i dont think people like it”

“Where is it ?”

You took his hand taking him and his friends back over to your space. His heart thumped when he saw it. Holy fuck. It was a very large drawing of a wolf and a happy red panda. The wolf was standing and looking straight on and the red panda was between its front legs with its front paws up looking very happy.

You leaned on Kyo hugging his sleeve waiting for him to say something. Mattsun knew instantly you were inspired by his style, he even saw his name next to yours for credits/ inspiration. Oikawa was speechless for once in his life and Iwaizumi was watching his friend with a big smile. Good for you Mad Dog.

“Sweetie…. “

“Do you like it ? its … it us heh.”

“I fuckin love it”

“Really?!”

“Sweetie” he picked you up again and kissed your lips not caring who was staring. “ i love you y/n. I want you to partner with me in my shop. I want to spend my life with you.”

“KYO!!!” you wiggled in his grip till he put you down. You whined grabbing his face to kiss him all over. “ i love you too!! Yes yes!!!”

“And ill buy this art y/n” Mattsun told you.

You looked over and he smiled taking out his checkbook. “Thank you for putting my name on it, im touched.”

Everything was working out for you, nothing could be better.

The years went on, you agreed to move in with Kyo after you finished up school and used Mattsuns money to start up your designs with Kyo in his shop. He put your name on the brand making it yours as well. You made cute hoodies with ears and dresses along with cute animal bags. Kyotani still made his punk clothes and he still had his friends working with him. Mattsun had your art up in his shop and Bokuto visited regularly to ask how you were and so did Yahaba. Everything was perfect. Well. almost perfect.

Kyo was at his register going over inventory. It was after hours and no one was there but him and you. You skipped over sitting on the register giggling.

“Im almost done sweetie”

“It will only take a second!!!!”

He sighed looking up to see you holding a sketch book with three tiny garments on them, two looked to be boys clothes and the last one a girl.

“So you wanna sell kids clothes?” he asked, taking the book and standing up looking it over.

“Well … i was hoping we could use them for our kids”

“Sweetie we dont ha-........................................” he dropped the sketchbook looking at you,

You giggled, rubbing your stomach. “We do now!!!!”

*

Stick around for the sequel!!! 

Thank you for enjoying this story with me ❤️ i love this fic the very most it has a special place in my heart. Thank you for reading .

[smutbymia]

Can I request a CEO!Jaehyun x reader where he and his introvert wife go out to a meeting and he has the habit of stroke reader's belly, because he has impreg!kink, so this time someone take a pic of them and post it and everyone thinks she's pregnant, and after this he gets more excited to get her pregnant so they ends up making love(soft and slow)? (Could you write the smut part without loud moans/screams, please?)

oh wow this is a really detailed request! Love that.

Your car door swung open as a suited man held out his hand to guide you out onto the red carpet. He gave you a polite bow and you did the same once you were stood outside the vehicle, as you awaited your husband who had exited from the other side.

“Mr. & Mrs. Jeong, welcome,” said the suited man as he bowed once more. Your husband greeted him humbly as he held out his arm for you to take.

It was an important night for Jaehyun. He had built his tech company from the ground up and had worked tirelessly to create the newest smartphone model that was due to be released in the next coming weeks during the grand opening of the company’s flagship store in Seoul.

Usually you weren’t one to attend such events, opting instead to remain out of the spotlight and enjoying your life as privately as possible but Jaehyun had made it clear that he needed you by his side for such a significant milestone.

The initial press conference had gone well. You stood proudly by your husbands side as he addressed press personnel, and the general public. As usual, he spoke with confidence and an incredible amount of intelligence as he captivated the room with his innovative ideas and it only increased the anticipation for the grand opening of the store as details from the conference began trending across all social media platforms.

As proud as you were, you were happy when it was over — though the night was still only beginning. You still needed to attend the after party but at least press were not invited. Being in such populated spaces already made you feel a bit uneasy but a bit of that ease subsided when you found out that you wouldn’t have to worry about cameras being shoved in your face all night once you made it through this red carpet.

You squeezed your husbands arm as you made your way over to the cameras. “Just a little longer, baby,” he reassured you as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. You stood closely, shifting here and there to capture a series of poses as photographers yelled for you to look in every direction possible. Jaehyun roped his arm around your waist holding you closely as he stood proudly. You locked eyes briefly as you shared small smiles with each other. He dropped a kiss to your cheek as the cameras captured every moment, frame by frame.

Eventually he tugged you along the carpet and into the venue. You let out a breath of relief, glad to be out of the spotlight once more. Just a little longer and you’d be back home with the love of your life as always, you thought to yourself. There was no need for you to stay too long anyway. Everyone knew these parties were more for the enjoyment of staff and investors — essentially a way to thank everyone for their contributions to the project.

You clung to Jaehyun as he made his rounds, greeting his colleagues and thanking everyone for their hard work. You slipped into casual conversation with a few of the other wives you had met in passing as they bombarded you with compliments on the black velvet vintage Mugler gown you wore. You were glad to get a moment alone as you and Jaehyun stopped for drinks by the open bar.

“Thank you for coming,” he said as he twirled the glass of alcohol around in his hand. “And this dress... the things it makes me want to do to you,” he groaned under his breath as he reached out to run his free over your waist before letting it fall on your stomach, which he rubbed in slow circles.

You met his gaze lovingly, knowing very well what he was trying to say. Jaehyun could never shut up about getting you pregnant. The idea alone of you carrying life inside of you was enough to turn him on and he always found himself aimlessly rubbing your belly, certainly dreaming of the day he could feel his own child in there.

You giggled as you leaned in for a deep kiss, brushing your lips against his as his hand grazed your cheek. “Lets get out here,” he murmured after breaking the kiss and roping his fingers through yours as he weaved through the guests, saying his goodbyes and urging them to enjoy the rest of the night.

You exited through a discrete area where your driver awaited you both with your car. You and Jaehyun slipped into the backseat, cozied up together as your chauffeur weaved through the streets of the city to bring you home. For the first little while you just enjoyed eachothers company, exchanging kisses and suggestive touches, before Jaehyuns phone began blowing up with notification after notification.

“Shit...” he mumbled. You immediately reached out to take the phone from his hand to see what the commotion was about when you saw the headline:

“Billion Dollar Baby?” you gasped. Underneath was a video of Jaehyun rubbing your tummy before you both smiled at eachother and leaned in for a kiss. Someone had clearly sneakily taken it and sold it off to the press with some sort of fake story to go with it.

“It looks like Jaehyun has created something much more valuable than the newest device as he is spotted cozied up with his wife at tonight’s after party. Sources say he payed lots of attention to her not-yet visible baby bump as the couple cooed about new beginnings before sharing a sweet kiss,” Jaehyun read.

Your draw dropped. Jaehyun switched to his SNS which were overflowing with reposts of the photos and videos of you two along with comments from followers.

You pulled up to your house and you exited the vehicle. Jaehyun still was scrolling obsessively through his phone, replaying the content over and over again as you made your way inside.

“Jaehyun, don’t be upset —“ you tried to comfort him.

“Upset?” he began, “Are you kidding me?”

You looked up at him with a puzzled expression before he pulled you towards him. Pressing his body and his rock hard erection against you. He dropped a wet kiss on your lip as he buried his tongue in your mouth, swirling it all around inside. His fingers roped through you hair as he circled his hips forward.

He pulled back as he drew your face close to look you in the eye. “Jaehyun, they all think that I’m—“ you began, and stopped as you felt his dick twitch against your stomach before you could finish your sentence.

“Fuck... yes, baby. They think I’ve put a baby inside of you. And now it’s all I can think about too,” he groaned as he drew you up the staircase of your home after taking your hand in his.

When you arrived to your bedroom, Jaehyun wasted no time. He dragged you in front of the full length mirror you had, standing you infront of it as he stood behind you. He unzipped the back of your dress, while locking eyes with you through the reflection of the mirror. You both watched as the material cascaded to the floor, leaving you in just your high heels and a thong.

He ran his hands over your body, settling once more on your stomach. “Just imagine it, babe. I know you’d be the best mom,” he sighed, “The most beautiful, too...”

His hand trailed down your body, rubbing you through the think layer of cotton that covered your heat. You let out a soft moan as he rubbed softly against your clit, getting you wet for him. He trailed kisses down your neck as his free hand continued to massage at your tummy, watching you intently through the mirror.

“In that case, I’m ready,” you moaned. “Hmm?” he asked as he continue to lick at the flesh of your neck. “I want a baby, Jaehyun,” you said. He stilled before spinning you around to face him.

“Y/n...” he began as he searched your eyes for answers. “Please, i-i really do want to be pregnant,” you pleaded. You watched as his eyes went soft before Jaehyun began stepping backwards, taking you with him until he landed on your four poster bed.

You were both finally stripped naked when he continued planting kisses down your body, stopping to run his tongue over each of your nipples as you writhed beneath him. He kissed his way down the center of your chest before stopping at your tummy, planting extra kisses all over it too. “I’m going to fill you up,” he mumbled against the flesh, making you tingle in all the right places as you ran your fingers through his hair.

Soon he had made his way down to your center, licking long strips down your slit as he ran his tongue between your folds. You whimpered quietly as he ate you out sensually — taking his time to really make you feel good. He pulled your clit into his mouth as he suckled at the flesh before stopping to flick his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. You gripped his face as he burried himself in between your legs before slipping in a finger to pump at your dripping hole. The sweet sounds of your wetness filled the room as you pinned your bottom lip between your teeth to refrain from making too much noise.

“Good, now you’re nice and ready for me,” Jaehyun mumbled, dipping his tongue into your entrance as he continued to slip his fingers in and out of you at the same time, tasting your juices. He lifted himself back up over you as he spread your legs apart, preparing to take you the old fashioned way — in the missionary position.

He sat between your legs as he pumped at his length, biting at his lip as he watched himself grow between the palm of his hand. He met your gaze as you watched him jerk himself off. Jaehyun was so beautiful. Like a work of art. He knew how much you loved to watch him touch himself. It was like having your own private show. You breathed heavily as you drifted your eyes all over the muscles of his body and the veins in his forearm that became more prominent as his grip around himself tightened.

You reached up to palm at your own breasts and roll your nipples between your fingers as you grew restless watching him get off in front of you. He moaned softly as he looked down at you just as you ran a hand down your body and in between your legs to rub at your own clit, spreading your legs wider for him. Jaehyun reached out to grab at your thigh as he furiously pumped away at his length.

“I can’t wait to see your stomach grow bigger and bigger,” he grunted in a near whisper. You moaned quietly as you watched him near his peak just as he positioned himself at your entrance. You continued rubbing circles on your clit as he began to slide into you slowly. “I’m going to give you all of my cum, baby,” he murmured under his breath as he took his time burying his entire length into your dripping core. You groaned softly as you relaxed around him, reaching your arm out to drag his body down towards yours so he was laying flat against your chest with your faces only centimetres a part.

Jaehyun locked eyes with you as he held you tightly in his arms, thrusting in and out of you at a slow yet torturous pace. A pace so slow forced you to feel and savour every last bit of his length while hitting the spots that made your legs shake around him. He let out breathy moans while he cursed under his breath, eyes still very much focused on yours.

He began to quicken his pace more, this time grinding his hips in circles as he massaged the deepest most delicate parts of your insides. “I hope this baby has your beautiful smile,” he muttered as he dropped down to give you a kiss, “and daddy’s dimples?” you asked innocently.

Jaehyun grunted. “Fuck, did you just call me—“ he began before you cut him off. “Daddy, I’m so close,” you cooed as your eyes fell closed. You could feel the orgasm building in your stomach and hearing those words leave your mouth sent Jaehyun over the edge as he snapped his hips against your center, before they began to jerk. He leaned up a bit to push his hand down on your stomach, feeling himself slide in and out of you. Your orgasm hit a moment later as the pressure became overwhelming. He reached under you to hold your hips up as he continued to thrust himself between your contracting walls, finally beginning to ejaculate.

“Y-yes, daddy. I want all of it,” you cooed as you gripped at his jerking hips. Jaehyun cursed under his breath as he thrusted into you one last time, holding his hips in place with himself fully inserted into your hole as spurts of cum coated your insides. “T-there’s so much,” he grunted as he squeezed his eyes shut, slowly circling his hips as he emptied himself into you.

He layed back down overtop of your body as he remained still inside of you. He planted kisses all over your face before drawing your lips to his as he swirled his tongue into your mouth — showering you with every ounce of affection he had.

You felt him finally go soft inside of you, as you pulled away from the kiss, giggling. “Baby, what are you doing?” you whispered softly. “Hmm?” he hummed as he continued to drop soft pecks over your face.

“Aren’t you going to come out now?” you asked as you wiggled your hips a little bit, smiling up at him as he hovered over you. You watched him bite on his lip as he returned your smile, circling his hips teasingly to mimic your motions before he spoke again.

“We should stay like this for a little while. Just to be sure,” he said sweetly as he nuzzled his head into the side of your neck, pulling the thick comforter from your bed over the two of you. “You’re too cute,” you praised as you felt your hearts race against one another.

You stayed tangled in eachothers arms, cockwarming, as Jaehyun yawned. It had been a long night and he seemed to be dozing off to sleep. “I can’t wait,” he mumbled as you watched his eyes flutter closed, terribly close to losing consciousnesss. “Can’t wait for what?” you asked softly as you pet the top of his head with one hand and ran your fingers in circles on his back with the other.

He muttered his final words to you before drifting off into a deep sleep, still buried inside of you. “To finally be a dad.”

[alreadyblondenow]

Marvin’s Room

Mark Lee x reader, Haechan x reader // SMUT, ANGST, fluff?, CHEATING!AU, college student!Mark, church boy!Mark, high school! Haechan, high school!reader, virgin!reader, virgin!Mark Summary: Mark being a year older than you was yet another cool thing about him, you had both a boyfriend and a brother. But what will happen to you when Mark finally leaves for college? Word Count: 6k Warnings: Virginity loss, swearing, explicit mature themes, mentions of church and faith, CHEATING, mentions of alcohol Note: I have a few notes again. :))  -This is inspired from the song Marvin’s Room by Drake but Listen to this version if you’re a girl. The phone call almost sounds like Mark :((  -Just like Mark, I love Drake and I’ve been a fan of Drake since 2015  -This is a true story, maybe I just exaggerated some parts but the true ending was not a happy ending.  -If some words were misplaced, I apologise in advance. 

Sundays are beautiful peaceful morning, wearing a nice dress, having breakfast with your whole family and a whole day with your boyfriend, Mark Lee. Although the both of you are busy with church responsibilities, at least you can see each other from afar and spend time together after church.

Being with Mark for three months already was the best decision you made. Everyday became sweeter than yesterday, life was suddenly easy and happy when Mark became your boyfriend. It’s a miracle how the both of you understood each other and because of that you two never fight. Misunderstandings will only last 10 minutes and that’s because you two would rather compromise than stay angry with each other.  

In your eyes and in everyones eyes Mark is perfect. He is this handsome pastor’s kid that everyone in church loves, the talented teenager who sings and plays guitar, well mannered, cool and funny at the same time. Who wouldn’t have a crush on him? You were just lucky that he happens to have a crush on you first.

After church, you went straight to your house with Mark to watch movies and have quality time. You were both at the kitchen preparing popcorns and making lemonade when your mom and dad came in with bags of groceries. Of course, Mark being the gentleman that he is helped your parents unload the stuff inside the bags.

“Congratulations for graduating by the way!” your dad exclaims and gave Mark a hug in the middle of the kitchen. “Any plans for college?” your dad added. Mark was so shy about telling his plans for college that he can’t look your father straight in the eye. “Uhm, I’m leaving by the end of the summer sir. I’ll be flying to California and will attend college in Azusa Pacific University” Mark explained shyly.

Both of your parents was ecstatic upon hearing Mark’s college plans, deep inside you are proud of him. Mark being a year older than you was yet another cool thing about him, you had both a boyfriend and a brother. But what will happen to you when Mark finally leaves for college? “Wow! A Christian University? Your parents must be proud of you Mark” your dad was acting like Mark is his son, you can only laugh. “California is far from home son, maybe y/n can get in there too. What do you say honey? It’s not a bad idea right?” your mom blurted out of nowhere. Now you’re annoyed but you can’t show them. You came in closer to Mark pushing him out of he kitchen carrying the snacks and lemonade. “You guys are funny. Were going upstairs to watch, love you both!”

When the two of you are finally alone, you apologised to Mark from what happened earlier. For all you know he doesn’t like how people praise him for being ‘perfect’, he always says that he’s not. “It’s okay. We can’t actually avoid what happened” he let out a laugh and puts a popcorn in your mouth.

You wanted to ask him how you two are going to survive long distance relationship. You never wanted him to leave but he worked so hard to pass the exams. Who are you stop him from chasing what he wants in life? The movie started and you hear him munching his popcorn happily. The sight of Mark being close to you is something you will always cherish. You came closer and hugged him tight, and he did the same in return.

Summer was incredibly fast, you checked your planner and you only have a week left with Mark before he leaves for college. Not to mention that it’s gonna be your birthday the day after he leaves. Everything is starting to make you feel sadder and sadder even though you see Mark everyday.

“Whats wrong?” Mark saw you spacing out.

You were fighting your tears and trying to hide your cracked voice when you finally said what’s on your mind. You let out a lot of questions that you’re 100% sure he’s avoiding, “and I just realised that you’re not going to be here during my birthday”  even though you let out everything that makes your heart heavy, you made sure you looked calm in front of him. He hugged you for a good ten minutes, enjoying the warmth of his body. The warmth only Mark lee could provide, a warmth that you will miss. It surprised you how calm he feels even though you threw a lot of questions at him. Turns out he actually has a plan for the both of you and that made you feel better. “We will work things out. We will try everything, FaceTime me whenever. And don’t worry about your birthday, I’ve got everything planned out. And you just ruined the art of surprise” you laughed at him and kissed him softly, “I’m sorry to ruin the surprise”

Counting down the days before he leaves, you both spend everyday together eating at your favorite restaurants, going to museums, baking cupcakes, buying stuff for his dorm, everything that comes in his mind, you try your best to make it happen.

After helping him pack for college, you two didn’t notice that you are the only ones at home. He told you to wait for him in his bedroom while he prepares for the snack and so you did. You were laying in bed while you wait for him, and to your surprise Mark turned off the lights in his bedroom and you saw him holding a small cake with lit candles that says, ‘i love you’ and he was singing “Happy birthday to you….Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear y/n, happy birthday to you”

You almost explode when he sits in front of you, you were crying tears of joy when you saw his handsome face. You made a wish before blowing the candles and gave Mark a kiss. It came across your mind that he will leave tomorrow and that made you cry even more.

“Yay! Were the same age now. Well technically not yet, but whatever” he puts down the cake on the table beside his bed and dried your tears using the ends of his flannels. “Shh. Don’t cry now. Were supposed to be celebrating.”

Your supposed to be movie night became cuddles and pillow talks, laughing in between whenever he tell you something funny and kissing each other deeply whenever the both of you says something intimate. “It’s against our faith but you know, I want to have sex with you someday and be each other’s first time. Nonetheless I’m happy with all the kisses that we shared everyday” you can feel him breath deeply and you can feel his feet playing with yours. “I’ve been thinking the same” you whisper, trying to hide your blush and shyness. To be honest you were still not ready but you wanted to make the best out this moment. “Do you want to do it tonight?” you suggested out of nowhere, not thinking about anything.

He chuckles as if he was not startled by what you just said. “Yeah I want to” he said without any hesitations. And that’s the only answer you need. You kissed him deeply like you never did before and gently made your way on top of him. Your legs on either side of his hips, slowly grinding on him to make him horny.

“You don’t need to do much. I’m already horny” he whispers in between kisses, changing your positions. Now he’s on top of you, slowly taking your clothes off and you do the same. Everything was done slowly and without any rush. He’s kissing you on places he’s never been before and it makes your head dizzy. Taking his time on kissing your shoulders and collar bones, licking from time to time careful not to leave marks. You moan from what he’s doing. “How can you be so good?” you managed to ask, “porn” simple and straightforward he answers you.

You lift your chest slightly to unclasp your bra and throw it away somewhere. Feeling shy underneath Mark you try to avoid his gaze when he finally looks into. He smiles and slowly touches your boobs, you gasps at the way he touches you while he looks in your eyes. “What’s on your mind Mark?” feeling good with what he’s doing, you were somehow curious. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m a little overwhelmed?” he kisses your neck trying to hide his shyness, hands still on your boobs, “It’s my first time touching boobs, and it’s the first time I’m touching you like this”

With the heat of the moment, somehow his kisses changed from soft and careful to wild and needy. His hard cock pokes your leg while he’s going down to your lower body to take off your panties. “Can I?” of course he asked for your permission, you thought. “Baby I want you to know that when I take this off, theres no turning back” it makes you wonder how Mark can be such a gentleman even after kissing you like crazy and groping your boobs like theres no tomorrow. “Still not changing my mind Mark. Were doing it” and with that you removed your panties yourself to make it less awkward and throws it to Mark. He chuckled at your bold move, stripping himself in front you and throws his briefs at you just like what you did.

Hovering back to you, Mark’s skin is so soft and flawless. Tracing his back muscles, drawing circles around his cute butt, everything about him is perfect. “Are you still nervous?” you asked while pushing his hair away from his face, “Nope. Thanks to your panty throwing move” your giggles turned into sweet moans when he finally put a finger in your pussy. Teasing your clit, moving his finger up and down your slit, gathering your sweet juices, all those moves made you spread your legs wide and you accidentally felt his hard cock almost hitting your entrance. Still kissing you while he worked on his fingers, he’s somehow amused by the way you react underneath him.

“Baby I know. Were both excited. But we can’t skip foreplay” you moan to acknowledge what he said, grinding your hips on his fingers. He pulls aways and kneels in between your legs, still playing with your slit and opening your folds you gasp loud when his tongue finally touches your pussy.

“What the- baby at least warn me?” you said still breathing hard. Your hands made its way to his locks, tugging it when he hits a good spot. “I think you watch to much porn Mark. You’re so good.” you can feel his chuckle against your pussy. Feeling good at what he does, you try to recall what are the things you see when you watch porn. You made him stop for a second and came closer to him, wiping his face with your hand, you asked him if you can suck him off.

Your innocent self did not know how to start making him feel good, but you started to stroke his cock from the base and you play with the tip. His head falls back on his pillows and he was moaning loudly trying to stop himself from cursing, you figured maybe you’re doing a good job. When you finally brought his cock near your lips, you kissed it first before putting it in your mouth. He saw you bobbing your head and seeing your lips around his cock makes him really hard and horny he almost feels sorry for what he’s going to do with you later. “Ugh- Ah! Fu-“ Mark was on edge already making you stop before he cums in your mouth.

“Shit” you meet him on top of the bed again, kissing his neck and waiting for him to come down. “Sorry for the bad word, but baby how-“ you chuckled and copied what he said earlier, “porn” he grabs your head and kiss you again hungrily. He opened the drawer near his bed and grabs the condom that he saved specifically for this moment. “Want to put it on me?” Mark asked you with a wink.

Not refusing his offer, you grabbed the condom and opened it. Playing with his cock for a minute to make it harder. You feel wet kisses on your jaw while you slowly roll it on his cock and when you’re done he goes on top of you again. Spreading your legs whispering sweet things beside your ear that makes you blush. “I love you” he said before entering you slowly. To be honest he was having a hard time pushing his cock inside you because of your virgin pussy but he managed. The stretch awfully hurts, your head is moving from side to side, gasping and moaning loudly. When he’s finally inside you, he’s calming you down with his sweet voice telling how much he loves you and how much he appreciates you. How he’s thankful that he’s having sex for the first time with you and hoping that he could be your last. Did he just talked about getting married someday?

For a first timer, you thought he was doing a great job making you feel good. None of you knows what’s the wrong and right thing to do when it comes to fucking. Whenever he hears you moan, he likes to think that he’s doing a great job. Which he is. Nonstop moaning from the both you and Mark is somehow experimenting with thrust giving you slow deep thrust that changes to sharp and quick ones. The pace makes your boobs beneath him bounce up and down, your nipples earning kisses from him whenever he wants to.

Eyes closed and arms encircled around him, your pussy clenched and you feel the pleasure rising. Moaning and gasping harder, you feel something in your abdomen. You try to inform Mark but when you opened your eyes, he’s staring down at you. Eyes full of lust, catching his own pleasure, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted. You kissed him and that made you both cum. It was great to cum to together you both thought. “I thought I wouldn’t make you cum” he said still panting.

It was nothing as you expected it to be but you were glad to have an intimate moment with Mark before he leaves. He lends you some of his clothes that you get to keep forever. “I’m giving you the best ones okay? So you wouldn’t miss me so much” that’s impossible you murmur.

Both of you slept like a baby and woke up early in the morning with a smile. It shouldn’t be a sad day he said to you. “I’m worried too. And I’m starting to miss you now actually. I’ll be back before you even know it.”

When the time finally comes, Mark said his final goodbyes before he goes to his flight, you were crying nonstop already and you didn’t know how hurt he was to see you cry because of him. His parents brought you home from the airport and made sure that you’re okay. Of course you’re not but you faked a smile and thanked them for bringing you home.

As expected long distance relationship is not easy in fact it made you cry night after night. You both live in different time zones and you don’t want him to lose sleep so sometimes you let him rest instead of catching up with you. Being a high school senior was hard but fun and you couldn’t help to think how it could be more fun if Mark is with you.

Over FaceTime, he tells you how the community in his college is peaceful and that the people there can all be your friends. You laugh at that thought. “Hey, hows your college applications going?” rambling with your words, you try to pretend that you didn’t hear him. But he’s not taking no for an answer, as always. He repeated his question.

“Uhm. To be honest, I’m having a hard time choosing” you gave him a short and simple answer hoping he would just change the topic. For all you know he was waiting for you to talk about going to his college too. That was the plan you both made before he left.  

But you’re wrong, Mark wants to hear exactly what he wants to hear. “Between?” you don’t see it in his face but you hear it, he’s disappointed. He was reminding you of the plan you two made before he left you, a plan that will you make the two of you together again. Everyday.

“Yes, I know that baby. I’m just trying things out no big deal” he scoffed.

“Is this a change of heart? What y/n? You don’t love me anymore because I’m far?” you can’t believe at what you’re hearing right now.

“Mark Lee that’s not true. Baby, you know I love you. Stop being like that” he’s not even looking at you right now, you wonder if his listening. Maybe not. “Mark, I’m going to bed” he nodded and ended the video call.

To be honest, your problem was your GPA. It was not enough to get in to Mark’s college and you didn’t wanted to tell him because he would be so disappointed and mad. That led you to apply to different colleges that fits your GPA. But if you’re being totally honest, you didn’t want to go to California. It’s not that you don’t want to be with Mark, it just so happens that you never wanted to leave home.  

Your normal relationship with Mark was gone, or rather the both of you changed within a month of being away. You fight almost every week and it will go on for days, he quickly judge you sometimes from not having enough time for him. You started lying to him so he won’t get disappointed at you. The long distance relationship was draining you both.

The next day, you went to school with puffy eyes. Your friends told you to dump Mark because he’s been acting weird lately and that doesn’t sound good to them. “No, girls I can’t you know how much I lovehim” you argue with a smile, knowing they’re just kidding. “We’re just saying that Haechan from your history class has a huge crush on you”

You scoffed, knowing that a popular guy like Haechan would never lay eyes on you.

Days without Mark went on and on, you’re starting to think if you really matter to him. You hear his parents saying about how Mark talks to them everyday, and that made you sad. Maybe it’s because they’re his parents of course he should talk to them everyday. But he promise he would talk to you too.

When you finally got a call from Mark, he’s still cold as ice. But he asked how was your day and you said you were fine and that school was school. “Oh Mark, by the way. I have to head out in a few minutes” you checked your watch and you only have ten minutes.

“I’m going to this party, Angela is going to pick me up in ten minutes”

“Am I the only one trying for the both us y/n?” he removed his glasses and crossed his arms, “is this why your GPA wasn’t enough? Because you were out partying?”

You figured maybe he asked your parents, “No. Mark. Its because I’m not perfect like you.” He was angry at you again. Hearing his words convinced you that Mark has indeed changed. Maybe he’s doing this because he cares? But you don’t like the way he treats you now. He’s not your Mark anymore. Your Mark will comfort you and tell you that it’s okay you can try again and he will help you, he usually makes everything in your life easier and bearable, he usually understands what you’re going through.

“I’m done reminding you with this shit y/n”

“Maybe, I’m done too Mark. Maybe I can’t do this anymore"

“Yeah maybe you’re right. Let’s just stop this”

And just like that he ended the call again. Angela sent you a text that she’s already outside waiting with the others. You were 100% out of your mind for still going to the party after breaking up with Mark. “Mom, dad I’m going to a party with Angela. Don’t wait up” you said trying to stop your tears from falling. “Enjoy honey!”

The moment you’re inside Angela’s car, you burst out in tears. Telling them you and Mark are over. They took a moment of silence for you to cry your heart out. “You sure you still want to go?” Angela asked sincerely, “Yeah. I need a drink” everyone in the car got startled with what you just said because in their eyes you’re this christian girl who doesn’t drink and you rather take care of your drunk friends during parties. “I mean. It’s about time I learn to drink right?” you added and sniffed for the last time.

You dried your tears, and went on with the night. The entire school is almost present at the party and you were actually having a great time. It was hard but, you try not to think of him and help yourself feel better. By the end of the day, you don’t need him to take care of you.

Life goes on without Mark, he never called you and you never called him. You’ve been happier by just loving yourself and trying new things. Changing every detail about your existence and throwing away the old and boring you. You started going to parties every weekend with your friends and you’re starting to be more popular at school.

Both your parents and his parents were devastated when they heard about the news. You still adore Mr. and Mrs. Lee, you still see them in church. They said they’re still rooting for the both of you. Mark was home for spring break, you weren’t.

You went to Miami with a couple of friends and your new boyfriend, Haechan. Sweet Haechan. Turns our what you’re friends told you months ago was true. He has a huge crush on you ever since junior high. When he found out you’re single, he made his way through your heart slowly but surely. Made you laugh everyday with his jokes, made you blush with his sweet words and he never treated you bad. Your parents quite like him because he takes care of you and that Haechan was funny and charming.

Senior year was suddenly full of laughter and good times despite all the readings and studying that you all have to do. You’ve been with Haechan for almost half of your senior year now and you’re happy you’re graduating together. Maybe one of the many things that you like about Haechan is, he was also planning to go to the same university you’re planning to go. “Long distance relationships scares me babe” you said to Haechan while eating beside him, “I know. I know, because of Mark. Don’t worry about it I’m not him” he kisses your temple and continues eating.

Three months left before you graduate, the school is torturing you with all the requirements needed to be passed. Both you and Haechan are busy studying and you both agreed to ace all of your exams. Good thing Haechan was competitive and studious like you.

You’re deep into understanding Shakespeare when you heard your mom knock at your door. “Theres someone downstairs honey” with a shrugged you removed your glasses, “who might that be, all of my friends are studying” you mumble at yourself. As you made your way to the living room, you saw your dad talking to someone with a big smile on his face. “Oh heres y/n” your father pointed at you. The moment that someone turned around to face you, you wanted to go to sleep immediately.

“H-hi, y/n” he started.

“Mark” you let out a fake smile.

Bold of him to assume that you still wanted to see him after having a new girlfriend just weeks after you broke up. You wanted to slap him. His new girlfriend was pretty and probably smart too because they go to the same school. He started attending college parties too and learned to drink alcohol. You know because his mother absentmindedly updates you about what hes doing in California. He still looked the same tho.

You try to get out of this situation, then you remembered the clothes you borrowed the night you two had sex for the first time you figured it’s time to return it. “I’ll return the clothes that I borrowed from…. last time. I’ll get it-“ he quickly told you that he’s not here for his clothes, he’s here for you.

“I’m studying. Every senior is studying tonight, Mark. Please just- not tonight” you beg of him to leave you alone because it’s true, you have a lot tests tomorrow. “Oh, okay. I’m sorry” and he made his way outside your house.

On the next day, you were happy you aced the test and you can finally breath. As for your celebration, you and Haechan spend the whole day together after school. He told you no one is home and that no one will disturb the two of you in his room. You already knew what he was talking about and you wanted to spend time with Haechan too.

Your relationship with Haechan was far from what you had with Mark. Haechan was full of new things, always surprising you about a lot of things. And new things as in kinks like, fingering you in front of the mirror and making out like theres no tomorrow. You were sexually active when you started dating Haechan. At first you thought maybe he was just staying for sex but the more you stayed in this relationship, he proved to you that he can fuck you and love you more at the same time.

The two of you are fucking in Haechan’s room when you got a call from your mom. You kissed him before answering the phone, “don’t stop” he liked the challenge. “Hello mom.” you answered while Haechan is fucking you balls deep. “Oh honey, hi! Uh.. Mark is here…” and after hearing his name, you ended the call immediately. You put your phone on silent and threw it somewhere on the floor with your discarded clothes.

“Haechan- Ah! Harder babe!” you meet his hard thrust and you made him choke you. After cumming for the third time that afternoon, Haechan flips you on your stomach, your ass is up in the air just the way you like it. Now that you’re on all fours, he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls it while he thrust deep and hard. You let out a long moan and you cum hard. Breathing and wanting more air, you feel Haechan kissing every inch of your body and saying sorry about how hard he fucked you today. You can only let out a small giggle, still feeling tired but you told him he did great as always.  

“I’m just so tired from school lately. I’m sorry” he added, still kissing you sweetly.

“Me too, that’s why I need to be fucked hard”

“Oh by the way, what did your mom told you” suddenly Mark’s face flashed in your mind.

“Nothing. She just wanted me to buy her some raisin bread on the way home” you lied. You felt sorry for lying to Haechan knowing he’s been nothing but a great boyfriend.

“Okay, we’ll buy some on the way”

Hoping that Mark went home already, you brought Haechan to have dinner with you and your family to celebrate for finishing the last wave of exams. You found them already eating in the dinning room…. with Mark. Your mom was the first to greet Haechan and gave your boyfriend a warm hug and kiss on the cheeks, telling him it’s so sweet of him to bring her some raisin bread.

The dinner wasn’t awkward thanks to Haechan, he’s always the life of a party. Your parents loved him, like how they used to love Mark. And speaking of Mark, it’s good that he plays fair. He laughs at Haechan’s stories and jokes while having dinner careful not to steal a glance from you.

After dinner you thanked Haechan for having dinner with your family even with Mark’s presence. “I swear I didn’t know they invited him-“ he cuts you off, “It’s okay babe” he kissed your forehead and hugged you like a bear stuffed toy, “make sure to rest well okay? I was kinda hard earlier” you nod and gave him a goodbye kiss. You watch him drive away from your street before going inside, not sure what to tell Mark.

When you went back inside, your mom told you Mark is in your room waiting for you.

And that was the last thing you needed today, Haechan was right he fucked you a little bit harder today. The exhaustion just hits you before seeing your bed all nice comfy.

“Mark what do you want? I’m going to bed”

“I want to start over again”

You almost tripped at what you just heard. To be honest you can’t believe with what he just said. “Are you drunk? Didn’t you just saw me and Haechan? He’s my boyfriend Mark, maybe you don’t know. We’ve been together for nine beautiful months now.

He let out a heavy sigh, “Everything you just said right now hurts me to the core. Y/n, we have a history. A damn good one-“

“You made me feel like shit Mark!” you quietly yelled at him.  

“And I was only being harsh to you because I was that desperate to be with you! To touch you again! To hold your hand! To see you in person again and not just through my computer screen or my phone! I was saving money so I could give you a ticket to California and you’d visit me!” you see tears in his eyes now. Those can’t be real tears you thought.

“Bullshit Mark! You had all the time in world to win me back before me and Haechan happens, but you didn’t! Between the both of us, you are the first one to have someone… someone new” you can’t believe you’re choking with your words and you’re crying in front of him.

“THAT WAS NOTHING!” he shouted at you tears running through his face, you’re positive your parents can hear the both of you screaming. You checked outside your door if they happen to listen, but they’re still at the kitchen.

“I need you to stop screaming and shouting at me Mark, and I need you to leave-“ and just like that, your world is upside down again. He kissed you shamelessly his hands just above your jaw. You don’t understand why you returned the kiss. You don’t understand why you kissed the guy who made you feel like shit.

You wanted to slap him but he started to explain himself again, “I was alone there y/n. And I was looking forward to be with you again. I came home during spring break but you weren’t home” you felt your heart beating for him again. Everything that’s happening right now is wrong. He hugged you and you felt that familiar warmth that only Mark Lee can provide. That warmth that you missed and the same warmth that you’ve been longing to feel again if you’re being honest. “I’ll be here for 2 months only. Is that enough to make it up to you? If not, I could drop some of my classes and take them next semester”

“It’s fine. That’s fine” from there on the word ‘cheater’ comes flashing in your mind. The chaos that you’ve single handedly chose for yourself will backfire the moment you face Haechan.

A month passed by already and Mark has been coming to your house everyday. Just like the old times. It actually felt that he never left and the two of you never broke up. You’ve been hiding this shit for Haechan and it becomes heavier and heavier each day. He never noticed that you’re hiding something from him because you spend your days with him normally. You meet Haechen in the day and you spend your time after school with Mark after Haechan drives you home.

You never talked about Haechan in front of Mark. You never told him how hard it is for you to cheat for him. But because your Mark is back, he told hes sorry for putting you in a situation like this. “I know it’s my fault. I came in barging in your life when you’re-“

“Stop” you pat the side of your bed giving him the sign to lay in bed with you. “Hmmm. Hows your day?”  you asked, pushing his hair back and scratching the top of his head and his nape just the way he likes it. It tickles him and makes him scrunch his cute nose, something you miss seeing. He hugged you in return drawing circles at your back, “mom was asking for you. She said you haven’t been going to church for awhile now”  he said with a calm voice.

“Mark, I hope you understand that a lot has changed when we were apart”

“Hmmm. I know. Some of it is visible, like how you’re bold when it comes to doing things now. The shy and innocent y/n is gone.” he chuckles, “but you’re still my y/n. That part of you will never change”

This time you’re the one who let out a chuckle, “What? What part?”

“You’re still the girl that I laid eyes on. Let’s not forget that I was the one who had a crush on you first” you never forget. “You’re still the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with you know. No matter how much you change, I’m willing to love every version of you.”

The whole time Mark was talking theres only one thing in your mind, he’s back. The Mark that you loved whole heartedly is back.

“I was wrong to breakup with you” the breakup was the last thing you wanted to talk about. You tried to stop him but he insist, “listen to me first baby” you avoid his gaze, but you listen. “Do you remember how we used to not fight? That our misunderstandings will only last minutes?” another reason why you loved him so much back then, “Yeah but you changed” you challenged him, “Okay, okay I’m sorry. But did you ever think about how normal couples do fight like crazy? I think” he gulped, “In my opinion, we weren’t used to fighting that’s why. We were so perfect on being together for only just a few months, we weren’t ready to be apart. And that’s my fault because I went away. And by the time the word breakup is brought up, it’s wrong for me to leave you because I should’ve stayed. That’s the right thing to do, we fight for our relationship not give up on them. I just learned it the hard way and I’m sorry”

You were silent the whole time, thinking about how you’re gonna breakup with Haechan. He’s going to be so hurt, he has done nothing wrong. “Mark, those were dark times for the both of us. You’re here beside me. In my bed.” you chuckled, “let’s just sleep okay?”

On the next day, you decided to breakup with Haechen. You sent him a text telling him that you wanted to breakup with him. It’s a coward thing to do but you didn’t want to see him so hurt just because you cheated on him. But only for a few minutes he’s outside your house crying and begging for you to stay.

“Why y/n? Baby, we were perfect” he sobs and you hear him whimper while he’s embracing you, “We were perfect. Please tell me what did I do wrong. I’ll change it.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. You just don’t deserve a coward like me, Haechan please dont make this harder than it already is”

“Let’s fix this- I’m going to change”

“It’s Mark- Haechan I’m sorry” you see Mark standing at your porch and you hugged Haechan for the last time. “I told you. You deserve someone better than me”

“I don’t care about him! We were perfect before he comes in the picture!” he walked closer to Mark and yelled at him, shouting screaming like a mad man telling him how he ruined your relationship. “We were fucking perfect and then you fucking came back! You treated her like shit and I didn’t!”

By this time you were crying too, sobbing and begging Haechan to please stop yelling.   All the words that Haechan let out in Mark’s face were all true. Mark was silent because he knew all too well that Haechan is right.

“I’m only agreeing to breakup with you because you chose this guy over me. And I respect you. I respect your decision, that’s how much I love you. I’m going to treat you right until this very end” and he  left with a heavy heart. You never thought seeing Haechan leave will hurt you to the point that you’re sitting on the ground sobbing and crying like a little girl. “I brought this to you, I’m sorry” Mark was helping you to get up and guides you inside your house.

In a matter of three months you manage to get back with Mark accepting him in your life again like nothing happened, you cheated on Haechan and broke his heart to pieces, and graduate. The last three months of high school was too much. Before graduation, you hear murmurs in school about you cheating on Haechan and it made you sadder because they remind you of how awful of person you became. Your friends got mad at you for what you did but good thing didn’t leave your side. Graduation became even more sadder for you because you felt that almost half of your batch hates you. Mark wanted to attend your graduation but you didn’t want him to. You’re afraid he might hear people talking about him and hurting Mark too was the last thing you wanted to happen.  

In the end you learned to forgive yourself with what you’ve done and Mark was helping you through the process making you happy again. You decided to leave home and went to a college that offers everything you need and it’s a good thing that it’s just one bus away from where Mark studies. Mark helped you moved in and he helped you fix your dorm making your place comfortable. Honestly Mark took care of everything, he was the one who looked for a decent dorm near your university and he made sure that you’re not going to be overwhelmed by everything that’s happening right now. And that if you miss home, he can always go to you.

“I’ll make you feel at home. I’ll be your home. I won’t let you down this time. I promise.”

................................................. Masterlist

Hey there! Thanks for reading if you came to this point hihi. And in return, I would like to say that this is a true story of how I cheated when I was in high school. Not that Im proud that I cheated, It’s just what I do here in my blog. I overshare and if that makes you uncomfortable, I’m sorry. Going back to the story, (I’ll just use Mark and Haechan’s name so you wont get confused.)

The real ending was not good. I ended up breaking up with Mark too and I never talked to Mark ever again., then I came back to Haechan, and Haechan cheated on me too in the end. And then we broke up for good.  After that when I started college, all the boys that I’ve been with, cheated on me. And maybe that’s my karma. I can only hope that my future husband will never cheat on me. Lesson. 1. Cheating is cheating, don’t wait for karma to get back to you. 2. Dont cheat. I learned my lesson the hard way. AND THAT IS THAT, THANK YOU AGAIN. IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS YOU CAN SEND ME A MESSAGE AND WE CAN TALK TIL THE SUN GOES DOWN, or up.. 

[harrysgoldenbum]

Their Bond

At first, I had a completely different idea for this blurb, but it ended up becoming something else. I will admit that I am not too sure about the ending, but I can’t complain. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think. 

Dad! Harry x reader

warning: none 

5 months back

Harry’s baby was growing up. As soon she turned five the first thing she had demanded her mum and her dad was to sign her up for dance classes. It’s actually a funny story. Little Princess had just woken up early that morning.

Well, earlier than normal.

So much earlier, Harry was slightly upset that he didn’t get the chance for morning nooky. But once her little body climbed onto their bed and tumbled onto Harry, all he could remember was when she was born. She was a premature baby, nearly giving him a heart attack when Y/N went into labor 6 weeks early. But when she came to the world, it was the greatest moment in Harry’s existence (so he says). Little Princess wiggles into Harry’s body to cuddle. She places her head on his chest, tucks one of her hands into her chest, and her other smooths out along Harry’s butterfly tattoo. She extends her little legs across the little space that is between Harry and Y/N and tucks her toes in between her mum’s thighs.

You know, to warm up her tiny toes.

Causing Y/N to flinch.

From the moment the Little Princess had leaped out of her “big girl bed” (Harry hates it when she calls it that) Harry laid awake in bed. So when her tiny hand starts to stroke the wings of the insect, Harry drops his chin to his shoulder and watches her. Her lips are puckered as if she's cooing at the tattoos on his chest. With a small smile gracing his face, Harry glances over at his wife, Y/N has her back to them, but her neck is twisted and she is looking at her baby girl with her daddy. Y/N looks at Harry and blows him a kiss. She turns around, giving him time with their little one.

Harry shifts, kissing his daughter’s head and wishes her a happy birthday. With a giggle, he looks up at her father and cries out in joy “You remembered!”

With a small chuckle, Harry asked her how could he forget the most important day of his life? To which Y/N clears her throat,

“Oh! Is that the only important day of your life?” she asks, teasing Harry.

“Of course not love! You should know better.”

Reaching for her daughter, Y/N tucks Little Princess’s wild, bed hair behind her ear. “Happy Birthday baby.” With a kiss on her nose, Y/N tells her how she is the greatest gift that she had ever received.

Once the formalities are done, the trio gets ready for breakfast. Harry starts to make breakfast when he asks their little girl what she would like for her birthday. For the last three years, Harry and Y/N would get her what she wished for.

Of course, as long as it was a reasonable request.

So when she blurts out that she would like to join a dance class. Harry and YN (to say the least) were in shock.

Now it wasn’t that they couldn’t afford to put her in a class, but rather, they didn’t know that she was interested. Their Little Princess often made it very clear to them about her interests. Like the time she “borrowed” her cousin Joey’s soccer ball (sorry, football). Then promptly asked if she could start playing (much to Harry’s delight!) Or the time she started to beg her nana to let her paint with her too… then on Christmas Day, her grandparents got her an art kit.

That was a complete nightmare… and her bedroom walls can tell you that story.

“Oh! What got you interested in dancing lovie?” Y/N asked

With a giggle, she cries out “Mummy!”, she launches into the story of going over to her Nani’s home and watching home videos. She reveals how her Nani played some videos that showed Y/N getting ready for her recitals and her performances. “She had all the glitter and sparkles in her hair and clothes. Mamma had pretty shoes on and a pretty dress, sometimes mummy would be wearing a shirt and plants- I mean-pants.” She was so excited, she tumbled over her words. She went on to show the different steps she watched Y/N do.

Sitting down at the kitchen table Harry asked his wife how he could have been married to her for seven years and not know that she used to dance. With a shrug, Y/N told him that she didn’t think about it, that it was years ago. But with a sly smirk, she also whispers that dance is also the reason she is so (you know) flexible. Clearing his throat, Harry once again turns his attention to his newly turned five year old.

Hopping off the chair she was sitting on, Harry’s baby moves to climb into her Mama's lap. She starts to fire question after question to Y/N about dance. The kind of dances she did, what was her favorite, does she still remember the moves.  After answering the first few questions, Y/N convinced Little Princess to finish her birthday breakfast.

Humming quietly she scoops her mixed fruit and starts chewing. Looking across the table, Harry looks at his baby. She is looking at both of her parents with her big, starry eyes.

And Harry knows that she will have her birthday wish. How could he not? Especially, with the way she was looking at him like he hung the stars and the moon in the sky.

With a glance toward his wife, she is smiling at him. Content in the presence of her tiny family.

And that’s what they did. Harry and Y/N added their baby into a dance class. She thrived off the confidence that she gained, and the praise her daddy would give her when she would show him the new dance move that was taught in class.

Two weeks ago

When the Little Princess was told that her class was going to have a recital, and all the mummies and daddies would come to watch the class dance, she was over the moon. So, once she made it home,(after eating dinner and taking a bath), she went into her playroom and started making invitations, similar to the ones her Daddy got when he got invited to an award ceremony. She made them for her parents, grandparents, and her favorite cousins. Whenever Harry or Y/N would walk by or check in on her, she would do whatever she could to hide the surprise she was making.

What she didn’t know was that her dance instructor had emailed the parents about the event.

It took her two days of making sure everything was perfect. She snuck her favorite juice boxes into the playroom along with her favorite snacks. Then she used her old Easter baskets (the ones Nana Anne gave her) to place all the goodies in.

That night during dinner she was shaking with anticipation. Once the meal was finished, Harry and Y/N were expecting her to run into her playroom as she had for the previous two days. She stood in the middle of the living room and folded her hands behind her back, waiting patiently for her parents to give her their attention. After a few seconds, Y/N asks her daughter if everything is okay.

“I’m so happy you asked!” she cried out with a slight hop. “I have an imforfant annou-annou… thing to say” she struggled.

“What’s that darling?” Harry encouraged.

“Please stay here!” and ran into her playroom. The parents stayed seated on the couch and watched as their princess came back to the room with a bright pink basket. It was full of juice boxes and her favorite sweets and snacks. In the middle of her goodies was a yellow card.

“This is for you!” She smiles and hands her mamma the basket.

At a loss of words, Y/N takes the basket and sets it between Harry and her. Harry is the first one to react, he asks Little Princess what it was.

“You have to open it, Daddy! I can’t tell you!” she laced her fingers together and rocks on her feet with a happy gleam in her eyes.

Playing along Y/N gets her daughter’s attention by telling her how cute the basket looks. “Who made the arrangement love?”

“I did Mummy!” she informs them with a giggle. She was happy that her parents didn’t figure out that she had been working on this project in her playroom.

“Oh look Y/N! We have been invited to a dance recital! How fun!” Harry shows Y/N the bright yellow card that was covered in colorful glitter pens. In the middle, there was a small girl posing with a tutu on and what would be hair in a bun. I’m sloppy handwriting (but an effort was made to keep the writing neat).

“You are formally invited to my ceremony! It starts at 6:00 p.m. You have to come!”

(she had used Harry’s invites - Y/N always makes it a point to keep them -  to help her write out her invites)

With a slight chuckle, Harry calls his daughter to come to him. She climbs onto the sofa, in between the tiny space that is left between her parents. He grabs hold of her hand and exclaims with the utmost excitement “We will be honored to be there and watch you perform!” (emphasizing on the word perform, not using the word ceremony).

“It sounds like fun! We’ll make sure that we are dressed our absolute best.”

“Good” she responds with absolute seriousness. “Now we have to go to Nana, Nani, and auntie’s house to give them their baskets.”

Y/N manages to convince her to wait until the weekend and starts to get her ready for bed. After kissing her goodnight, the parents move into their bedroom. Harry spends the time he gets ready for bed talking about how much effort Little Princess had put in order to give them the basket.

Present Day

Tonight was the big night. Little Princess was in a frenzy, running from one room to another, trying to make sure she had everything she needed. In her dance bag, she stuffed her hairbrush, hair ties, her favorite stuffed elephant, and two different pairs of shoes.

(most of it being stuff she didn’t need)

Y/N had just finished doing Little Princess’s hair when Harry got home. They were going to have a light “dinner” (if you could call it that… it was more like a snack) and have dinner at Olive Garden.

(the decision was made by their Little Princess since she loves their endless salad so much.)

Harry walked into his bedroom and saw his daughter all dressed up and ready to go. Little Princess hopped off her little stool (well, it was more of a step stool, Y/N uses it to do Little Princess’s hair) and trots over to Harry. Winding her arms around his hips and arching her spine to what seems to be a painful angle, she looks up to him

“Look, Daddy! I did makeup like Mumma and you”

With a light chuckle, Harry comments on how grown up she looks. She gives him a squeeze and skips out of the room. Giving a quick kiss to his wife Harry climbs into the shower.

He comes out of his room and joins his family for the small snack that Y/N prepared.

Y/N spends that time telling her daughter that she might get nervous and might get a funny feeling in her tummy.

“Daddy gets butterflies in his tummy before he steps on to the stage.” Harry inputs, trying to assure his daughter that it’s normal to feel anxious and nervous.

“Daddy, butterflies don’t live in your belly!”

“You’re right,” he laughs. “But you know the funny feeling you get in your belly when you don’t know what’s going to happen next?”

“Mmhmm, like when I do something bad and you and mamma don’t like it.”

With a laugh, Harry picks his little girl up from her stool and seats her on the island counter.

“Is that so,” Harry teases. “Mummy and I want you to know that we are very proud. You are going to do wonderfully when you are on stage.”

“Just remember baby, take a deep breath when you get worried.” Y/N advises.

“Like when my chest hurts?”

Little Princess had asthma, so when she would have trouble breathing, the parents taught her to take deep breaths, and how to use her inhaler.  

“Exactly like that petal.”

On their way to the theater, the whole family met up early to get good seating. Y/N’s mum had pulled out her camcorder and declared that a new tradition was made.

After all Y/N’s mum was a professional ballerina.

The dance teacher stepped out to the stage and gave a brief welcoming speech. She explained the different dances that would be performed that evening. Y/N and Harry’s daughter was the sixth and ninth group to perform.

The married couple and their family sit through the first five performances, as soon as the lights lit up the stage for the sixth time. Harry and Y/N reached for each other's hand in the dim lighting. Front and center was their baby girl. Many children waved at their parents and were slightly distracted.

Even the Little Princess had broken her “serious” face and waved at her mummy and daddy.

Once the music started playing, Y/N’s mum started recording her granddaughter's performance, all while naming off the dance move that was being executed by the little girl. Y/N and Harry could not have been more proud of their baby girl. She had spent hours practicing at home and hours at the dance school learning new moves, all for this night. A total of three minutes and thirty seconds of dancing and then she was done.

That’s exactly what their baby girl did. She danced her heart out, on her two tiny feet, with her hands in the air. When the routine ended, Harry and Y/N saw their little princess looking at them from the corner of her eye, as if to make sure that her mummy and daddy were there. And were paying attention.

She saw Harry and Y/N clapping their hands and smiling proudly at her. They saw their daughter glow from their attention.

Once the recital was over, Little Princess ran over to Harry, she was lifted up into the air and placed onto his hip.

“You did so well baby! I am so proud of you!” Y/N exclaimed as she joined the little bubble or her tiny family. With a quick kiss from both her parents, The Little Princess was put back on the floor to meet the rest of her loved ones.

It was well after the family dinner at Olive Garden.

(and well past bedtime for both Harry and his little girl)

He sat with his daughter on her twin size bed, with her playing with his long fingers. It's these moments that Harry cherishes with his daughter the most. Right before she falls asleep. When her imagination is running and she is telling him a bedtime story. Her voice starts to slur, similar to the way he does when he is tried. He watches his baby fall asleep. He lays with her a while longer, with her still clutching his hand. With a small smile, Harry moves her curly hair from her face and gently kisses her forehead. He slips out of her room and joins his wife in their bed.

20 years later

Y/N stands in front of her husband fixing his bowtie, “are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Harry responds. “I am torn between walking her down the aisle or telling her that she needs to get in the car and that she is grounded.”

Looking down at his wife, he takes hold of her hips “you look beautiful,” he tells Y/N. “Doesn’t she?” Harry asks his son, who is standing off to their side.

“You look pretty mum.” their son confirms.

It's minutes later when his Princess’s wedding party starts to walk down the aisle. It's then Harry sees his eldest daughter. His chest tightens and she looks beautiful. Tears start to pool in his eyes.

“Hi Daddy,” she calls out in a shy voice.

“Hi baby,” Harry whispers. “You look absolutely beautiful.” he pulls her into a tight hug. He tells her how she is one of his greatest accomplishments. He was so proud of her and he knew that her husband-to-be was going to make her the happiest person in the world. “I can not imagine a better someone better for you sweetheart.”

“I love you, dad,” she said in return, choking up with emotion.

Hand in arm, the short walk to the altar was the most difficult thing Harry had ever had to do, but it was his proudest moment. It was at that moment when he realized that his Little Princess grew up faster than he would have liked. He held on tight to the hand that was clutched to his arm. When the father and daughter reached their destination, Harry gave one last hard look at the man that was going to marry his daughter, before he finally kissed her cheek. With the sigh, he sat down next to Y/N. The ceremony was beautiful. Harry managed to shred a tear or two. But for the most part, he was beaming up at his Princess.

At the reception, Harry was able to loosen up a bit (thanks to the booze). When the bride and groom had decided they were ready to leave and went around hugging their family, it was hard for him to let go. But he managed to, knowing that his baby was living about 30 minutes away. When Y/N, Harry, and their son went home that night, Harry was having a hard time falling asleep. Even when Y/N reminded him that their daughter hadn’t lived with them for some time. After an hour and a half of tossing and turning, Harry’s phone rang. Answering quickly, to avoid waking up Y/N.

It was his baby girl.

He felt as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He kinda realized that he didn’t completely lose his daughter that night. The father and daughter had a nightly ritual, they would call each other, tell them about their day and wish each other goodnight.

That’s exactly what the duo did. She told Harry that she got married that day and that she wasn’t sure if her dad was going to let her. She told him that she is happy and that she can’t wait for what the future holds. She ended the call by telling him that she loves him and will see him in a week. Because you know she is going on her honeymoon.  He tells her that he loves her too and wishes her and her husband safe travels.

“Give everyone my love Dad! Tell mom I’ll call her tomorrow. Talk to you soon!” and ends the call.

With a relieved sigh, Harry puts his phone down and turns to spoon his wife.

“That’s all you needed, wasn’t it. Your nightly phone call.” Y/N teases.

“Hmm, and you will need your morning call.”

Two minutes later, Harry falls asleep.

~~~~~~~~~

My Works

[wakaoujisenhime]

Hey, I was just thinking about something. What if Tetsutetsu's s/o has his hands tied down (with something strong enough to restrain him) and she's sexually teasing him. This is the first time they try this. He's teased her before. Now it's his turn to experience what it's like being teased. And by the time he is released, he loses it to lust, and he goes at her rough. Loses it in a good way of course. I've never actually seen anyone write something for him where he's the one being teased.

A/N: It was really fun to write something like this for Tetsu, so I hope you like it as much as I do! A big thanks to @gallickingun for beta reading it and @honeytama I hope you like it as well ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ ❤️ 

Tags: Tetsutetsu x reader ✅  smut (18+) ✅  bondage ✅ orgasm denial ✅ slight fluff ✅   

image/art source: Twitter (art by Gwillarmy)

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Eyes on me - Tetsutetsu x reader

Was this really happening?

Was your boyfriend Tetsu, the man who absolutely loved to tease you until you were crying, seriously lying underneath you, panting, drooling, groaning, and most importantly moaning?

Yes, he was…

It was just an idea you had shared with him, but you would’ve never expected him to agree and go with it in the first place.

All you did was ask him if he’d like to know how it feels like to be teased until he cried and desperately begged for release. It surprised you to hear him say ‘yes’ in the first place, but the moment you returned home from work and saw him waiting for you half-naked on your bed was when you realized that he was serious about it. 

Tonight was Tetsu’s free day, he had all the time to prepare some toys as well as himself (mentally and physically), so it shouldn’t have surprised you that much to see a vast collection of sex toys, vibrators, and even some carbon steel handcuffs.

“Go ahead (Y/N)..show me what it’s like”

That was all he had to say and you were already all over him, your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, your hands were buried in his hair while slightly tugging on it, you pressed your body further towards his which caused him to fall over and groan silently in between your kiss.

Now that his back was touching the soft mattress you didn’t want to waste any more unnecessary time and began stripping him from the small number of clothes he already had on. The moment you lifted his shirt over his head, you almost bit your tongue off. 

“N-Nipple clamps…?”

Embarrassed by seeing your surprised face Tetsu avoided looking into your eyes. 

He thought that you were off-put by it, seeing such a big bulky man acting like a bitch in heat and that’s the main reason he never wanted to be the submissive one between the both of you, but seeing how much you actually wanted it made him give in easier than he wished for. 

That’s why he spends his entire day-off shopping and preparing...all of this just for you. 

You on the other hand began feeling your body’s first reactions. 

Seeing your boyfriend blush so much that it even reached his ears only made the heat between your legs increase by each passing second. 

The fact that he was awaiting your return with his nipples squeezed painfully between the black plastic of the clamps while being able to keep his usual demeanor and facial expression up made you realize that your boyfriend might have been more of a masochist than you’d originally thought. 

You immediately bend down to his muscular chest and began licking around the bright red skin of his left nipple. One of your hands was still holding onto his shirt while the other began gently tugging on his right nipple. He grunted and was ready to bite his lip so that he could prevent himself from moaning, but you were quicker. Your lips were on his in an instant and without holding yourself back any longer you just let the urge of seeing him more disheveled beneath you take over. With just the tip of your tongue, you caressed his bottom lip and nibbled on it softly, all of this serving as a request for him to let you explore his mouth’s insides, unfortunately, your boyfriend remained stubborn and refused your advances by pressing his lips together tightly. 

It amused you to see him that embarrassed and unwilling. 

You would’ve even let this disobedience pass if it were any other day, but today you were determined to top him and there was absolutely nobody and nothing that could stop you - not even your boyfriend himself. 

So in order to make this rock of a man open his mouth for you, you decided to play dirty and tug on his already sensitive nipples.

The reaction you got was more than just satisfactory. His moan was so high pitched that you questioned your ears for a slight second. 

Was this really the same Tetsu you had confessed to from back then? 

The one who made your body tremble and quiver during your guys’ first time? 

Was he the same person who let that high pitched moan leave his mouth just now? 

The answer to all of these questions was yes and somewhere deep inside of you, you enjoyed that switch in roles.

Suddenly you felt Tetsu lift his hips upwards, purposely grazing his evident bulge between your thighs making you moan silently between the kiss. 

You immediately broke the kiss off much to his dissatisfaction. Once again you would have probably indulged him further...but not today.

“How should I start..?”

While your gaze was jumping between the different objects Tetsu had displayed on the mattress, he used that small time frame to finally free himself from his shirt, but for some reason, he hesitated to do the same with his underwear.

After a short while, you finally made up your mind and decided to use the handcuffs and a small egg vibrator. 

Much to your surprise, Tetsu didn’t struggle much while you handcuffed him, but the moment you wanted to slide his boxers down he almost headbutted you. 

“This is his first time as a sub so it’s alright if he struggles a little bit”, you thought while you continued sliding the thin fabric down his muscled thighs. 

His erection - as if glad to finally be free from its confines - slapped up against his abs staining them with some droplets of his own pre-cum. If you thought that this sight alone was hot, then let me tell you how wrong you are.

You hadn’t pulled his underwear down completely, but it was enough for you to see that something was poking out between his asscheeks. Upon further inspection, you recognized that object as your dildo. 

“Tetsu...did you seriously use-”

“S-Shut up…! Don’t say it..” 

It proved to be quite hard for you to suppress the happiness you felt at the exact same moment you saw the familiar toy you had used on yourself so many times, to be used by him now. 

You actually didn’t know what made you happier at the moment was it the fact that he was actually willing to take on your role for tonight? 

Was it the fact that he had prepared himself so good for it? 

Or was it simply because it was Tetsu who was doing it?

You didn’t know and to put it simply you didn’t care...all you wanted to do right now was to pleasure this man as much as he had done to you all those times...

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And that’s what got you guys in the present situation. 

Almost an hour and a half had passed and you had denied every single orgasm your boyfriend had been approaching (including the dry ones), you had shut down each attempt of his to touch himself and most importantly you’ve not even once kissed or shown him any affectionate gestures for this whole time. 

You knew you were playing with fire since Tetsu is more affectionate than some people give him credit for and when he didn’t receive the attention he needed and loved he’d get really mad about it. So not kissing him for almost an hour and a half was too much for him and you knew it, but what you wanted to know as of right now was how far you could go, how much more could you tease him until he finally snapped. 

At the beginning of this ‘teasing session’ you were very confident in those carbon steel cuffs since they were made out of a material which was certainly stronger than his own quirk, but some part of you knew that they weren’t going to hold him forever.

You were sitting on top of him while your hands slowly began moving from his blindfolded face down to his left nipple which was still being squeezed by the nipple clamp, to his right pecs where you had tapped one of the small egg vibrators on his other perked nipple, down to his lower abdomen which was now alongside his pubic hair stained by his love juices. When your fingers finally arrived at your desired destination you let them ghost alongside his dripping tip and then went down his prominent vein slowly.

That minimal contact only made him buckle his hips up, indirectly begging you to touch him, but you weren’t going to stop your teasing game here...oh no.

When Tetsu realized that his attempts were all deemed to fail, some tears began forming at the corner of his eyes. His tears were so big, that no matter how much effort he put into holding them back they had already begun leaving his eyes. 

This entire time he hated the fact to be robbed of his sight by the black blindfold he himself had bought. It was actually meant for none other than you, but the place he had tried to hide it at was so obvious that it had been a matter of seconds for you to find it.

But now? This boy was seriously thankful that this thin black piece of cloth was absorbing the tears he was so ashamed of. 

Though it didn’t take you long to notice that something was wrong with your boyfriend, he had suddenly slumped down on the mattress and wasn’t moving. Sure there was a twitch here and there, but what really got you thinking was the fact that his erection had softened ever so slightly and you panicked. 

Was that too much? 

But wait...he would’ve said something if I overstepped a boundary, right? 

D-Did we even agree on a safeword…? 

While all of these questions were now haunting your mind, your hands went for the blindfold first and when the knot finally gave out despite your trembling fingers the sight you were faced with was unbelievable.

Tetsu’s cheeks were now redder than your favorite lacy lingerie set. His mouth, parted, giving you an excellent view of his lips which were completely chapped from all of his ‘moan suppressing’ attempts, he had even managed to draw some blood. But most importantly…

“Are you crying..?” 

Instead of answering, the muscular man beneath you just growled and turned his head away from you. 

Even if he tried to hide it, the black piece of fabric had caught some of his tears and was now wet on the exact spots where his eyes were. 

Seeing your boyfriend like this pained you more than it should’ve. 

Normally it was you who looked like that, but instead of feeling sorry for you, Tetsu would just continue teasing you until you either said the safeword or passed out. He’d whisper sweet as well as dirty pet names next to your ear, nibble and bite it while the wet noises that resulted from his pelvis slapping hard against your own lower body.

It all appeared so easy when he did it, but why was it this hard for you?

You ignored the throbbing between your legs as you began undoing the handcuffs, your mind was so occupied with worrying about him that Tetsu’s wide grin completely slipped your attention.

Suddenly you felt the soft touch of the mattress on your back, your arms were pinned above your head and an intimidating shadow loomed over you.

That rock of a man who was covering and weeping underneath you not to long ago had now reversed the roles and was towering above you. His pupils were actually bigger than usual and that alone made the small alarm bells in the back of your head ring.

Before you could even comment cheekily or feign being sad about the sudden change in roles, a big hand spread your legs apart roughly exposing just how wet you’d actually become from teasing your boyfriend. 

The grin on his face grew even wider the moment he looked at your facial expression.

“Y’know (Y/N), I felt bad for always rejecting your request to top me, but it’s just as I thought...”

In an instant your wrists were bound together by the black blindfold, restricting your movement and making it a tad harder for your blood to flow all the way through to your fingers. His muscular calves pressed your own ones down in order to stop you from even thinking about closing your legs out of embarrassment or any other reason. Tetsu then licked two of his fingers while maintaining his deep eye contact with you, enjoying the way your lower lip quivered at the sight of his wet tongue preparing his thick digits to enter you. 

When his fingers left his mouth a string of saliva connected them up until he positioned them right where you wanted them to be - at your entrance.

You wanted him to move them inside of you, massage your sensitive bud of a clit, spread your pussy lips apart, lick them or at least do something, but he didn’t do anything. In your desperation you began moving your hips, trying to at least create some friction, when a deep chuckle made your body suddenly tense up.

“You shouldn’t have done that...”  

Hearing that sentence leave your boyfriend’s mouth made you instantly regret acting as horny as you did just now. 

“W-Wait Tetsu, please. I’m sorry, I-”

The man above you didn’t even let you finish, he just covered your mouth with his hand and looked you deep inside of your eyes, aligning his precum covered tip with your entrance and grinning the moment you arched your back towards his chest. The thought of him thrusting inside of your tight hole without even preparing you properly made his cock throb with anticipation. 

He loosened his hand from your mouth, moving it up to the top of your head, pressing it down so that your eyes could focus on what was about to happen to you and your body.

“(Y/N)...I want you to keep an eye on your sweet and tight pussy while I’m penetrating it with my thick and throbbing cock. You are to never look away, you got that?”

His low whisper sounded almost like the growl of a mad dog rather than an order from your boyfriend whose common sense had been replaced by sheer, animalistic lust. 

As soon as you opened your mouth in order to answer him, your vision suddenly went black. The roughness of his sudden and deep thrust, made you lose all words and literally knocked the air out of your lungs. 

Tetsu’s tip would usually just touch the entrance to your womb as if to give it a small and gentle kiss, but the way his weight had you trapped in a mating press, allowed him to even go deeper and almost penetrate that small cervix opening. You shuddered just by the sheer imagination of that blissful yet impossible phantasy to become a reality, your body reacted almost immediately and tightened your wet insides around your boyfriend’s throbbing shaft. Thanks to your position his whole body vibrated the moment a deep grunt left his mouth and it only made you want to throw your head back and moan out in pleasure, but you couldn’t. 

The warning he’d hummed next to your ear just some minutes ago, was haunting your mind, causing you to constantly be on high alert. 

The silver-haired boy noticed you tensing up, instantly realizing the impact his whisper had on you. Even though he knew full well that he was the source of your worry, a bright grin appeared on his face. All he wanted was to see you cry and beg for release like always, but he decided to postpone that plan. All he wanted right now was to make you see stars, lose your mind, and become absolutely undone beneath him. The more he thought about it the dirtier he desired you to look like. 

So to make that happen, he had to put in some work and he knew exactly what to do.

Tetsu slowly moved his right hand behind your head, taking a firm hold of your hair, indirectly supporting you and at the same time making sure that your eyes stayed focused on the thrusting of his hips. His left hand ghosted alongside your neck, down to your collarbone, and finally arriving at his destination - your chest. 

At first, he let two of his fingers glide as softly as he possibly could alongside the beautifully shaped curve of your left breast, biting his lip in the process in order to hold the urge to straight out bite into the plush flesh of yours, back. When your breath hitched and goosebumps covered your entire skin, causing your normally soft nipples to harden almost to a painful extend, he knew that you were craving for more than just some soft treatment. 

That’s how he had disciplined you after all...   

He bared his abnormally sharp teeth and sank them right around your areola, making you finally release the cry of satisfaction you had been holding back for quite some time. Upon hearing your sinfully sweet voice, Tetsu bit harder, observing the arch your back made with a wide and confident grin. 

Come now...just a little bit more

The young man’s thrusts had slowed down, now relying solely on precision instead of speed. 

Each time his tip deliciously glided past your g-spot it made your legs trembled ever so slightly and your determination to look down was gradually declining.

Wet slapping of skin against skin was everything you could hear and that mixed with your boyfriend’s slurping noises is what caused you to finally give up and let your head plop down onto the mattress.

“Big mistake”

You shuddered at that statement and before you could even question its meaning, one of your legs was hoisted up to your boyfriend’s shoulder causing his tip to further spread your walls apart, turning your previous moan into a mewl.

The speed at which he now moved, was relentless and left you with almost no time to recover from the countless pleasure waves his ministrations brought you. 

His thick fingers pinched and massaged your breasts’ sensitive buds while his rough lips explored your thighs and calves - leaving a trail of kisses, nibbles, and bites behind. 

Not long after and the familiar feeling of a knot building up inside of you, spread around your entire body, screaming and begging you for desperate release, but you knew better than to just let that heat consume you. 

“The longer you hold it back, the better it’ll feel in the end.”, that’s what Tetsu had always told you when your climaxes approached and he was always right about that. 

For every time you managed to hold out longer than him, he’d always reward you with a mindblowing orgasm and every time was better than the other. 

While you were imagining what kind of reward you’d get today, the man above you was now holding onto your waist with his right hand and with his left one he was gently squeezing your ankle, burying his pointy teeth muscle deep inside of your lower leg, all the while thrusting in and out of you, sloppily yet precise and quick. 

He was close and knowing that you had denied him of many orgasms a while ago, only made your heart rate go up a notch just from the imagination of the sheer amount of cum he’d soon release inside of you. 

The combination of your warmth enveloping his shaft and your sultry voice calling out his name gave him that last push he needed to finally reach the euphoric feeling of release and spill his seed deep into your womb, flooding and painting your insides white. 

Not short after and your turn to finally let the pleasure consume you had come. The second your orgasm settled, your boyfriend’s fingers were instantly on your clit, rubbing it frantically, causing countless waves of bliss to overrun your body, sending it to countless spasms and tremors.

Finally, after several seconds of nothing but pure satisfaction, Tetsu let go of your leg, leaned down to your face and kissed your temple, nose, cheeks, and lips while his big hand caressed the top of your head gently. You lazily wrapped your arms around his neck and returned his kisses in the same loving manner he did. 

“I love you Tetsu...”

With a smile the man buried his forehead in the crack of your neck and whispered:

“I love you too (Y/N)..”  

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Hell and Back Pt. 2

Peter Parker x bisexual!reader

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Peter Parker x black!reader 

Peter Parker x villain!reader 

Warnings: Language, hospital mentions, mentions of drug abuse, allusions to suicide, allusion to self harm, self deprecating thoughts, a gun, mentions of knives, mentions of the dead, anxiety, signs of abuse, abusive and toxic relationships, and fainting.

Word Count: 6.1k 

Songs: Pleaser-Wallows, 505-Artic Monkeys, Sweater Weather- The Neighborhood, Daddy Issues- The Neighborhood, Paper Planes- M.I.A, We come running- Youngblood Hawke, Young dumb and broke- Khalid, Do I wanna know- Artic Monkeys, Break the Rules- Charli XCX

“I smiled, I know as much as we get into petty arguments or try to annoy each other on purpose but I’d go to hell and back for those girls. And that’s exactly what I was going to do.” 

A/N: There might be some typos and grammatical errors sorry for those, I you want to be added to the Taglist just message me about or comment it. I’ll have a google form for it soon. 

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When I saw my little sisters, that all went away. Sure I still called them a lot but nothing could compare to actually seeing them in person. Sapphire launched herself into my arms and I stumbled back a bit.

“I missed you too,” I said.

I hugged Aaliyah too. When I entered the apartment I heard voices. My dad’s and some feminine voice. 

I walked in to find some woman who couldn't be older than 25 in my kitchen. Talking and laughing with my dad. I didn’t want to assume anything or start a scene so I just went into my room to catch up with my sisters. 

We were talking about some kid who gave me a DMT pen once and I was tripping balls which I probably shouldn’t be talking about, but I want them to feel comfortable enough to come to me. Makes it easier to keep them safe. 

Our dad opened the door and hung in the doorway.

“Hey… Y/N do you mind coming here for a sec?”

“Yeah sure…” 

I stepped out of the room. 

“Is something wrong?” It wasn’t often that he initiated a conversation that would end positively.

“No,no, not at all, I just want you to meet someone,” 

When I entered the kitchen the same woman from before was still there. My dad walked over to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. 

“This is my girlfriend, Camilla” 

I knew it . I knew it! I was trying not to be hostile toward her every problem I had was towards my dad so I smiled and waved to her.

“Camilla this is Y/N,” he pointed to me. 

“Well I’ll let y’all get acquainted,” He said before leaving the room.

I sat on the kitchen island and waited for her to say something first. 

“Look, I would just like to put it out there that I’m not trying to replace your mom in anyway.”

“Thanks I appreciate it,” 

“Also, are you okay now?” She asked in a low voice.

“Huh?” I questioned.

“Your dad said you ran away,” Of course he did “and I saw the news with your school at the Washington Monument.” So I guess she knew more about me then expected. Not surprised she was the one to ask me and not my so called dad.  

“Thanks for your concern but I’m fine, and sorry to cut this conversation short but I’m drained.” 

“Oh, okay, have a nice night,” 

“You, too,” 

I didn’t have time to think about anything. I just made it back to my room and face planted onto my bed. My whole being was sore including my brain. I didn’t have the energy to change my clothes, to shower, to think about my dad being a pathological liar or anything else that happened today.

I was awoken by my dad. I didn't know how long I slept but the sun was out. I can’t remember the last time I was able to sleep while the sun was up. 

“Hey we’re going out, for family bonding and I want you there with us,”

Family.

We ain’t ever been a family before why start now. Is what I really wanted to say but I sucked it up because again I hadn’t seen my sisters in a while. 

The movie was really boring. If we’re being honest. 

I pulled Aaliyah and Sapphire aside as my dad and Camilla were deep in conversation. 

“You know how I was staying at Wade’s house right?” 

They both nodded.

“What did dad tell you about this,” 

Sapphire just shrugged and Aaliyah was the one to post.

“I dunno he didn’t say much like usual he just kinda said you just left,” 

I felt my jaw tightening as I processed her words, my fist clenching by my side. 

“Oh, oh okay,” I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth a couple times “Well I just want you to know I’d never leave y’all without a very good reason, and I never won’t come back,” 

By the time we got back to the house it was around twelve since we watched another movie and went to a restaurant. Then got ice cream. This is the most money my dad could’ve possibly spent on me in a long time. I mean he didn’t because I didn’t get anything and bought my own ticket. I didn’t want him to be able to use the fact he bought me stuff against me. I’d gotten tired of the “after I’ll I’ve done for you,” excuse. 

I couldn’t sleep. No matter what I tried I couldn’t sleep. I tried NyQuil, melatonin, and even tea. The tea really did more harm than good. 

This was an extremely stupid thing to do so don’t follow my lead but I was bored. 

I grabbed a lot of useless shit from the floor of my room and made my way to the roof. I poured hand sanitizer on it and set it on fire. Putting aside the fact that it was really weird the fire was oddly beautiful. I sat there watching it for a minute before stomping it out. 

I was going to text my friend Carmen but I realized she was supposed to be asleep and I didn’t want to get her in trouble. 

I ended up scrolling through Zillow for a while then that turned into me applying for like four jobs. In which turned into me making spamming multiple friends saying we needed to hang out.

While I was on Zillow there was a relatively cheap apartment in Queens. Which was close to my school. It kept drawing me in for some reason. I bookmarked the tab.

Before I knew it the sun was up. I figured if I couldn’t sleep I would go on a walk to the park. 

When I got back to the complex everyone was still asleep except my dad who walked outside like he was waiting on me. He grabbed my arm, squeezing it tightly. 

He basically told me I looked like a prostitute. I was running so my sports bra and leggings were actually pretty appropriate. He said that I was probably going out to fuck people and that’s where I always was. I opened my mouth to defend myself.

“Actually I was just going to the-“ I was cut off by a sharp sting on my cheek. 

He fucking slapped me. Hard at that. He then grabbed my arm even tighter than before dragging me into the house.

 I don’t know what hurt worse my face or that fact that I wouldn’t be able to blame him being drunk on all the times he’d hit me before. He was just an ass.

  By the time I made it back to my room it felt like my body was burning itself from the inside out. My face was red and so was my arm from my elbow to almost my wrist. To try to cool myself down I took a cold shower and took some Tylenol. 

I still couldn’t sleep but tonight it was because it was so hot. I really needed a fan in my room. It was already 6 so I just decided to get a head start at the school. Not without taking pictures of my bruises before covering them with green concealer and foundation. I wore a hoodie for good measure. 

I felt dizzy and decided it was probably best not to skate at the moment and I’m 90% sure I fell asleep on the subway.  Apparently we had an art project due which I had no idea existed in the first place so I wasn’t going to that class today. Even though I did truly love Ms. Kramer. I was just gonna skip and go to Bri’s class. Which just happened to be chemistry. 

I wasn’t surprised Mr. Cobwell asked no question when I walked in. I ate lunch in his class a couple times, he was chill. He continued on talking about Quantum Theory. 

I made Flash move from his seat next to Bri which he immediately did. I guess he was scared of me now. 

“Hey,” I said, placing my non bruised side of my face on the desk.

“Hey,” She whispered back. “What class are you supposed to be in?” 

“Art,” 

“Why are you there? You love art,” 

“I’m not feeling it today,” 

“Alright,” she nodded.

“Lemme use your AirPods,” 

She reached into her bag handing them over going back to taking notes. That didn’t last long.

“What ya watching?” She asked.

“Bad Girls Club,” I smiled knowing she liked this show. 

“What season?” 

“7,” I whispered because now I felt too weak to waste my energy on speaking. I placed the phone on my lap and she took the other AirPod and before I knew I class was over with Tasha throwing trash everywhere.

I figured I was feeling sick because my blood sugar was low or something so I drank some Apple juice at lunch and called it a day.

Now time for Physics. I hate physics. Why would science ever require so much math? 

It was so hot. Like on the face of the sun, hot but I couldn’t take my hoodie off because I felt like I’d sweat my foundation off. 

“Are you okay?” Peter asked me “You look pale,” I swear if he doesn’t learn to mind his business.

“I’m fine,” I told him, not sure if I was trying to convince him or myself, I gestured to his notebook. “Do your work,” 

“Alright fine,” he said reluctantly, glancing at me once before getting back to writing whatever we were supposed to be doing down.

 I pulled my hoodie back over my head and sat up in my seat about to try to do my work again. But it was so hot and I was so dizzy that I couldn’t focus.

The world began to swirl and I knew the switch in my brain was going to flip off. I just didn’t have time or enough energy to tell anyone. 

When I woke up I was in a bed in the nurse's office and the first thing I noticed was I didn’t have my hoodie. Shit. I used to make fun of people for passing out because how does your own body clock out on you? Until it started happening to me like last year. 

I went into the bathroom and sure enough the giant bruise on my cheek and arm were kinda visible. 

Again shit.

I patted my forehead with a cold paper towel because the nurse’s bathroom actually had paper towels unlike all the others, before the nurse came back. 

“Hello, Are you feeling okay?” 

I nodded. She smiled down at me before giving me water and checking my temperature. 

“You have a fever,” she said after looking down at the thermometer “We called dad to come and pick you up but we got no answer. Is there anyone else that can come and take you?” 

I shook my head, not trusting my voice. 

I drank some more of the water before speaking up. 

“I have a friend who’s at this school she could maybe drop me off?” 

“I’m not sure if that’s allowed,” she said. 

“You know what? Go back to class, get your friend and come right back.”

I pushed off the bed and headed out of the nurses office surprised to find Peter sitting on the bench outside it. 

“Are you okay?” He asked me again 

“Yes I’m okay” I nodded. Apparently I wasn’t as okay as I thought because I almost tripped over my leg trying to move. But Peter immediately reached his hand out to stabilize me. And I don’t know why that made me as angry as it was but I said “I don’t need you to help,” harsher than I need to. 

“Sorry,” I said calmly almost immediately after. 

“It’s okay,” He said scratching the back of his neck.

“If you don’t mind me asking where’d these bruises come from,” 

“I fell,” was all I said. He looked skeptical but that was all he was going to get, I didn’t need CPS all up in my business. That’s also payback for him lying to me about “cat scratches”. 

“Can you do me a favor?” I asked.

“Yeah, anything,” he said. 

“Can you go get Briana from Mr. Dell’s class for me?” 

“Yeah I’ll be right back,” he said before sprinting down the hallway. I giggled at his giddiness. It was still extremely hot everywhere my body was tingling. 

Bri ran towards me 

“Oh my god are you okay,” 

“I’m fine, I just need you to talk to the nurse with me real quick,” 

She apparently didn’t have her car with her today so she was a no go. 

“I’m sorry girl,” she said, pulling me into a hug. 

“It’s okay, go back to class now,” I said.

“Alright feel better,”

I walked back out of the office to find none other than Peter still waiting there.

“So what happened?” He asked.

“Looks like I’m walking home,” I smiled sarcastically. “Yay,”

“I can walk you home,”

“No, thank you” 

“I insist,” I laughed again 

“I still think that word is funny,” I said.

“Okay, now let me walk you home,” 

We were walking in no general direction. No one but MJ and Bri know my address and  I’d like  to keep it that way. 

“Wait, you need food,” He claimed.

We ended up at this place called Delmar’s Deli. I’d passed it a couple times while walking home and during my less legal “hobby”. I really wasn’t hungry at all. I took all of like two bites from my sandwich claiming I’d take it to go before throwing it away. It wasn’t bad, it was quite good, actually I just wasn’t hungry. 

“My aunt is a nurse at an emergency room, she can check you out,” I hate anything that's anything like a hospital at all brings terrible memories, but I didn’t want him to know where I lived so I agreed. I’d ditch him then.  

It took us a while to get there but by the time we did I had to stop and catch my breath. He offered to walk me home and got me food. What a Spiderman thing to do. I’d say I had much solid proof to go on by now.  

“Peter!” The gorgeous brunette woman came over to the waiting room “What are you doing here don’t you have school?” 

“Yeah but my friend-“ When her eyes ghosted over to my face she cut herself off. “Oh my God are you okay,” she referred to my bruises “What happened to you?” 

“Did Flash do this to her?” She asked Peter and I had to stifle a laugh at that. I wish he would try to lay a finger on me. 

“No, she just told me she fell, we’re here cause she fainted and I don’t know if the school nurse is very capable of actually helping,” 

Is this a new thing Peter just decides to randomly worry about me for no good reason and forces me into taking care of myself. Because I hate it. 

“Oh, ok,” She nodded her head. “Grab one of those questionnaires over there,” She pointed to the sign in table. “Are your parents going to come too?” She asked and I shook my head. 

She and Peter moved over to the side and started talking about something I had no interest in. I grabbed the questionnaire and sat on the edge of the closest seat.  

1. What’s your age?

That’s easy 15.

2. Specify your race 

African American of course.

3. Select your highest level of education

Some high school

4. What’s your marital status? 

Single never married. Unless you count that un-ordained wedding I once had.

5. Specify your employment status

A student. 

6. Have you ever been treated in an emergency room (specify age)? 

Yes, as a child. 

7. Have you ever been rushed to the hospital? If yes, do you remember why?

Okay wow. Yes. 

I sat on the cold bathroom floor, vision blurry from tears forming in my eyes. 

“Y/N, you okay in there?” I heard my brother ask after lightly rapping his fingers on the door. 

“Yeah, I’m okay!” 

No I wasn’t. I wasn’t okay at all. In fact I was the farthest thing from okay. I glanced down at my thighs, you could see cuts from the night before and scars peeking out from underneath my shorts. I was sobbing at this point. 

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure if it was for myself or to everyone I knew I’d hurt by this. I already had the headache. I was just waiting for the rest of the pills to kick in. 

I was holding onto the sink for support when the left side of my body started to feel tingly. The whole situation felt hazy. I was shaking hard before I fell, taking almost everything on the sink with me. 

My head hit the bathmat and I could feel my heart slowing and hear my breath become shallow. I heard the doorknob jingle and that was the last thing before a feeling of true bliss and peace took over my body. 

I could hear screams and sirens and I knew I was in an ambulance. Slowly I awoke with wires all over my body and an IV in my wrist. My limbs were dead weight, I couldn’t move. 

A single tear fell from my eye alerting me off my surroundings. I quickly came back to myself. I made up the excuse of a family emergency and left.

I ended up halfway across the city. Then in Brooklyn visiting a friend. 

I knocked on the window of Aaron’s apartment. I could see Miles sitting on the couch.

“How’ve things been over here?” I asked once I was settled on the couch as well. 

“Uh, pretty tame, and you?” 

“There was that whole elevator stunt and I almost fucking died which was fun.” 

“Forgot you never take anything seriously,” He rolled his eyes. 

I laughed in response “Well one of us has got to be fun for us since it’s clearly not you,” 

“In celebration of me not dying I’m making sundaes,” 

“Alright,” He said leaning back on the couch. 

“Hey uh, When’s Aaron coming back?” I asked, getting the whipped cream out of the fridge.

“I’m not sure,” 

This is actually like really fucking dangerous. Like it could kill me. It’s just I was already in pain and had a headache. I also wasn’t thinking. I’d already made the sundaes. I turned around so Miles couldn’t see what I was doing before I- Okay I’m not going to do this. Get it together God you’re acting like an addict. The amount of people who’ve died from inhalants were insane. There it is again death. 

“Drawn anything new lately?” I asked, wanting to get my mind off of the topic of death that seemed to be plaguing my brain lately.  

“Some small sketches,”

I got the text that’d I been waiting for. I’d been talking to Aaron for the past few days. I’m not sure how Miles would feel about that. So I haven’t said anything. 

But I got the text. 

Staten Island Ferry 3pm

I immediately popped up from the couch.

“I have to go like right now, it’s an emergency,” 

I sprinted towards the door almost running into the punching bag in front of me. 

“Y/N-“ 

It’d been a week and things were looking up. I had a great day yesterday without the use of any drug. But nothing good ever lasts too long. I didn’t have to worry about that now. What I needed to worry about, was getting Peter to stop falling on his ass. 

I tried not to laugh at him and failed. 

“It’s not funny,” he said, pulling me down with him as I reached out to pull him up. Soon he was laughing too. 

I felt a vibration in my pocket and saw that Aaron texted me. 

hey the results from the search came in.

what???? don’t play with me I’m on my way right now. 

“Uh hey I gotta go sorry,” 

“No it’s fine I probably should get home too,” He pushed off the ground reaching down for me. 

“Do you wanna do this again tomorrow?” He asked a hopeful glint in his eye once we were both on our feet.

“Yeah sounds nice,” I smiled.

“Okay,” He nodded.

“Okay,” I echoed heading off. 

Ned was being fucking stupid.

“NO!” I slammed my hands down on the table “You don’t stab anyone especially if you plan on using bleach to clean up the blood. At least use vinegar and lemon,”

“Okay, jeez,” he said reeling back, “How would you do it then?” 

Before I could say anything MJ spoke up

“You could just use a needle full of air in between their toes, Their heart would fail” 

“Orrr,” I said spinning around on top of the table towards Ned. “You could overdose them on potassium and by the time the police get there the potassium in their blood is back at a normal level,” 

“Yeah that works too,” MJ stated going back to whatever she was drawing.

“You guys scare me,” Ned muttered making me smile. 

“Where’s Peter?” I asked and Ned pointed across the room. 

There he was sitting by Liz. It was cute I knew about his little crush on her. I’m sure the whole school did. Glad it’s working out for him. However that did not stop the pain in my stomach. 

I got up from the table because suddenly I did not want to be at school anymore. 

“Where are you going?” MJ looked up at me.

I shrugged. In all honesty I had no I idea where I was going. Somehow I always end up at Wade’s house when I don’t know where I want to go. He wasn’t home but I had a key. I can’t remember if he gave it to me or I stole if we're being honest. 

Clearly I hadn’t passed by a mirror in a while because damn. I look terrible. 

My eyes were red and circled with a dark hue from lack of sleep. I still had a yellowing bruise on my cheek. I was pale. I looked to be on the verge of death. 

I looked frail, like at any second I’d just fall apart. 

It was so unfair. My bones dragged down my body. The pieces of my soul that were mined out and removed from my mind. There’s a hole leaving me forever longing and I cannot fill nor feel. Hiraeth, a beautiful word for a ugly feeling. longing for a home that I never truly had, a home in which I’d never return. I would like to drift to where my spirit lies. It’s in the eyes of you and me and everyone in between. Drifting on a small boat in the sea. Viridian. Yes! That's the place I would like to be, that's where my soul lies yes you see.

 I kept punching his punching bag over and over again. Until I was on my back on the floor begging my lungs to allow air into them with Time (Is) by Solange playing on loop. Something put it into my head that I had to kill Vulture. I’d never directly killed anyone but that was gonna change. Having people killed or knowing someone was going to kill someone and not doing anything about isn’t killing anyone in my book, but I’m sure it would be in Spidey’s

That’s literally Liz’s dad though…

Okay maybe I’d just get him locked up. Great now I gotta be a snitch. That’s new. I showered not even caring about my hair now my curls were sticking to my face. I was freezing now though. I didn’t know whether to be glad that my body wasn’t on fire anymore or be upset that I was covered in goosebumps. 

Wade’s laptop was sitting right there on his bed. I was only taking a shower but, I think I should be allowed to watch Netflix and he wouldn’t mind, I was already on his account anways. 

After like 3 episodes into this random show there was a folder that was calling to me for some reason. 

It’d be okay to take a sneak peek. I thought to myself. 

I clicked on it and it was locked. I guessed the password in like three tries. He’s really gotta up his password game. It opened to multiple folders, one with my mom's name. Okay I had to click this then. 

I opened it which opened to more folders one titled ‘In Case of My Death’. 

Okay, okay cool my mother has had a video of what to do all if she died all along. This would’ve come in handy five years ago. 

There were three videos with the names of myself and my sisters. I clicked on mine then paused it. 

Then unpaused it again. 

I couldn’t do it. Okay, yes I could. I played it again. As soon as I heard the beginning of the word “hi”. I shut the computer off. I couldn’t do this. Couldn't do it because I was weak, I couldn’t handle myself. I was stupid and weak and a fucking disappointment. Guess my dad had been right all these years. I knew there was always some truth to the words he spoke only a matter of time until I started acknowledging it. 

I don’t remember coming home to the apartment. And I definitely don’t remember writing all over the walls of my dad’s room. But I had a marker in my hands and it looked like a toddler had gone to town. 

Holy Shit 

He was actually going to murder me, in cold fucking blood.  I trashed, the living room area, his room, and then mine. I was not coming home tonight. Looks like I’d need to find a new home now. At this point that sounded like a pretty solid plan. 

I text my sisters a quick text ‘stay at grandma’s house tonight dad is going to pissed like Super Sayian mode’ before grabbing my go-bag which was: a bag of the essentials, like hygiene a couple shirts, shorts, hoodies, pants, and of course the flash drive can't forget the flash drive. 

The flash drive that’s driving me crazy. I’d yet to open it though.  I knew I was crazy because I did all this while fucking sobbing.

I wandered around for hours. Making my way to Brooklyn, Manhattan, Harlem, AND actual New York City.  

Somehow I still ended up at Olivia’s door at the end of the day. I honestly believe we were soulmates. Most people don’t know you get many soulmates in a lifetime. I think Olivia and I would be the karmic kind. A karmic relationship is meant to help you grow, but it is never meant to last—it's often playing out a bad experience from a past life. I’m guessing I hadn’t grown yet because here I was.

She opened the door after a second. I’m surprised she did because I used our special knock so I knew she knew it was me. 

“I can’t fucking do this anymore,” I screamed in her face. 

“You're the one going off and being secretive and shit, like you’re scared I’m gonna hurt you or something,” she yelled walking up the stairs. 

I followed after her, 

“Maybe you would hurt me. I don’t know you are insane,” I said, tears brimming my eyes. 

“Just because you have fucking daddy issues, doesn’t mean you have to carrying them into every part of your life,” 

“I have daddy issues?” I screamed soon turning into me choking on a laugh making an unhinged noise “Oh, I have fucking daddy issues, now? Oh, okay,” I nodded. 

“Your parents didn’t even fucking want you,” I pointed at her. “At least my mom stuck around before she died,” 

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” 

“Yeah well right back at you,” 

“You’re fucking psychotic! Literally you’re so much like your dad and you don’t even know it, You’re trying to please him and he doesn’t give two shits about you, Wake up Y/N! Wake up.” 

“I’m hard on you because I love you so much,” She claimed, but her love was suffocating. 

“Oh yeah? I asked “Well i don’t know how much more of this ’love’ I can take,” 

“Fine then,” She screamed. 

“Fine,” I said before she slammed the door in my face leaving me standing out in the cold crying. 

That wasn’t even the worse we’d said to each other. It was the first but not the last time we’d break up either. I do believe we loved each other though in our own twisted way. Well at least I know I loved her. 

“Hey,” She said softly as she could sense I was due to break at any second. My cheeks were probably tear stained. 

“Hey,” I whispered back. 

“Are you okay?” She asked. 

“No,” I shook my head. One thing I liked about her is I didn’t have to fake it around her, because masking my real emotions was so draining. At least I didn’t have to do it with everyone. 

“Wanna talk about it?” 

“No,” 

“Okay,” she said softly “My parents aren’t home, so you don’t have to worry about them,” not surprised. 

I nodded before she grabbed my hand bringing me inside.

“I missed you,” she said stroking my hair as I laid on her bed, my head in her lap. 

“I missed you too,” I wasn’t lying my head drifted to her from time to time. It wasn’t that I wanted to get back together I just missed her presence.  

She smiled sadly at me running her finger over the bags on my eyes. 

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown,” She quotes.

“Yeah well, ’m not queen or princess and definitely don’t have a crown, so we don’t gotta worry ‘bout me,” I said. 

“You’re a princess to me,” I gave a genuine yet tired smile at that.

“You can go to sleep, it’s okay,” She said.

That was the first time I was actually able to fall asleep and without medicine or having to go on a walk or do anything really. 

I woke up in the bed alone only to find Olivia sitting at her kitchen island eating spaghetti. 

She smiled when she saw me coming into view. 

“Sleep well?” She asked.

“Yeah surprisingly,” How long had I been asleep for I wondered.

“It’s 10 pm,” She said, still being able to read me. 

I made my way over to her and sat across her.

“So what’s really going on with you miss Y/N?” She questioned. 

I shrugged “I don’t know, nothing,”

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself? Cause I’m not buying,” 

I explained to her how my dad was being weird and how I wanted to move out now. How I had pretty much vandalized the house. How I found the video of my mom. Just everything. Well maybe not everything I didn’t tell her about Vulture because I feel like she’d try to do something and I didn’t want her to get hurt. 

“Oh wow, damn... holy shit. Are you gonna watch your moms video?” She asked. Huh I hadn’t thought about that.

“I mean of course I will, yeah,” I nodded “Probably, I don’t know I’m scared,”  

“Wouldn’t you rather just push the fear back and watch then wonder the rest of your life what it says.” 

I sighed. Can't argue with that logic.

“I’m assuming you came here because you need a place to stay?” She said. 

“Yes, I need a place to stay just for a while but I don’t want it to seem like I’m just using you I can find somewhere else,” 

“Now it’s fine stay as long as you need but my dad gets back at the end of the month and we both know he doesn’t like you,” She chuckled at the last sentence and I laughed too. 

I was on the ferry heading towards Staten Island now. I knew the sale was for these weird alien shits but that's pretty much all I knew. I figured I’d sort of “out bid” the buyers then get rid of everything. By outbid I mean straight up steal. Some guy in a white pickup truck is officially my target. Thorn was still on hiatus. Meaning no knives unless you count the pocket knife I always had on me, no suit. I did have a trejo though, you know just in case. I couldn’t help my mind from drifting to Pop Smoke’s “I got it on me”. I let out a small laugh.  

I was hiding behind some car waiting for a crack in the plan to slip in. 

That was until Spiderman showed up. It’s like he had a sixth sense to ruin all of my plans. 

Shit 

Well abort mission. Just as I started walking around to get to the side of the boat. The van I was next to had Vulture literally coming out of it. I knew it’d looked familiar. 

I made it up to the top deck looking down on everything unfolding. So a quick rundown,  the FBI was here, meaning Tony Stark or someone with government clearance probably did something because I highly doubt that Spiderman, the Spiderman that I’ve seen hit a window like a bird while swinging, had any government clearance. 

See now I was looking to find a good time to make my escape. That was until that purple alien shit started spewing stuff beams of light through the ship. And fuck, I look away for one second and the new Shocker guy was gone. I turned around and saw he was running in another direction. I chased after him the rubber of my sneakers squeaking on the deck. 

I jumped down onto Shocker’s back sending us both to the floor before he pushed me off. I was definitely going to be sore tomorrow and I’m pretty sure I heard something pull in my leg. 

He jumped off onto the Vulture and I knew I couldn’t do anything anymore. Not like I was just going to shoot them down in public. I saw the light shooting down the middle of the ferry. I was gonna make a run for it but the loud squeal noise was so loud I fell over. Soon I was slung back into what I think was a bench not entirely sure I just knew it hurt like a bitch. 

I’m pretty sure I feel unconscious for like 30 seconds. 

But that was enough because the boat had already split in half and I couldn’t get to the deck or a lifeboat. However Spider-Man was frantically trying to get it together. 

I was trying to be hopeful because everything was looking up, as the parts of the ship got closer together but I think we all know the saying ‘what goes up must come down’ 

Over the ringing in my head I could assume that things were fixed because people were cheering. One thing that comes from cheering is movement and if I learned anything from the elevator it’s that moving in a very unstable metal death box is not a good idea. 

The ship was falling apart again until it wasn’t. It was pushed back together by I could only assume would be our government clearance guy Tony Stark. I looked out the window and yep there he was. 

As soon as I got on solid ground I called my sisters.

“Hiii!” I exclaimed. “Where are you, are you okay?” 

“Yes we’re fine, and where at grandma’s house like you told us to go to where else would we be,” I could almost hear the eye roll in Liyah’s voice. 

“Okay little Miss attitude stay there until I can feel everything out with dad,” 

“Alright,” 

“Okay I love you guys,” I said, getting a small “love you too” from Sapphire. 

“I know,” was the response I got from Liyah. I almost gasped the audacity of this child. 

“Say it back,” 

“Say it back,” She mocked, evoking laughter from both sides of the call. 

“Okay love you too byeeee,” She said hanging up. 

I smiled, I know as much as we get into petty arguments or try to annoy each other on purpose but I’d go to hell and back for those girls. And that’s exactly what I was going to do.

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Devoted: Block Party (Katlaska) - Kamylove

Third in my collection of unrelated Katlaska one-shot ficlets. This time with Trixie!

There were exactly four people in Los Angeles who could make Katya leave the house when she didn’t want to: her boyfriend, her business partner, her studio mate, and her trainer.

It was Trixie this time. The party was at the home of a much richer and more famous gay, and Trixie's boyfriend needed to schmooze for business reasons. Trixie, who was a better businesswoman in the womb than Katya would ever be, thought schmoozing was a fine idea, and she'd insisted that Katya help her. Alaska, unfortunately, had agreed with little convincing.

So Katya schmoozed for a bit with Trixie, and when Trixie finally let go of her hand, she schmoozed for a shorter bit on her own. Then she cased the joint for Julia Roberts or Jodie Foster (unlikely but not, strictly speaking, impossible), and finally spotted something interesting outside the flashy plate glass windows at the back of the house. 

"Huh," she said, and wanting an excuse to get outside anyway, she investigated. 

Alaska, who had a somewhat higher tolerance for schmoozing, found her some time later. "Aha! No Julia or Jodie?"

"Look," Katya said, and pointed.

"Huh," Alaska said, and sat next to Katya on the outdoor sofa. "How did she even--?"

"With a chainsaw!"

Mesmerized, they settled into watch. Alaska grasped Katya's hand and held it on her thigh. It was a peaceful night in the Hollywood Hills, desert cool but not cold, the sky dark and clear, the air somehow pleasantly charged with the buzz of the chainsaw. 

"I knew it!" Trixie said when she tracked them down. "Can't take you two anywhere."

"We schmoozed!" Katya said. "Or she schmoozed. I investigated."

"No Julia or Jodie?" Trixie asked.

Alaska said, "Look."

Trixie did, said, "Huh," and plopped herself down on Alaska's other side. "How do you--"

"The testes!" Katya said.=

"They're so--" Trixie started.

"Pendulous?" Alaska said.

"Tractile?" That was Katya.

"Fecund?" 

"Show-offs," Trixie said. "Round. With a chainsaw?"

All three of them shivered. Trixie said, "Eurgh." 

"Talent," Katya decided. "Courage. Audacity?"

"10,000 hours of practice at least," Trixie said.

"Not owning a pair might help with the courage," Alaska said. 

"She could own a pair," Katya pointed out. 

"True," Alaska said. "That was transphobic. Moving on."

"Moving on. I," Katya announced, "made a dick and balls out of craft-store styrofoam in high school. It was a disaster." 

"Grade-wise or skill-wise?" Trixie asked.

"Decency-wise," Alaska guessed.

"Oh, the humanity," Katya said.

"The dickmanity!" Alaska said.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage," Trixie said, "Angie Dickinmanity!"

Alaska groaned. Katya said, "Not your best work." 

"No one appreciates mediocre humor these days," Trixie said.

"Oh, my God," Alaska said. "I think she's giving that one a harness."

"Jesus Christ," Katya said in admiration. 

At that point the sculptor turned off her chainsaw, took off her safety equipment, and took a deep breath while she inspected her work: a complete ice sculpture of Michelangelo's David, with another sculpture, of a man kneeling at David's feet and about to give him a blowjob, still emerging from the block. 

"Woot!" Katya shouted. All three of them clapped and cheered. Alaska stood for an ovation.

Freed from her creative trance, the woman finally took notice of them, grinned, and bowed. They cheered some more, then walked over to tell her how stunning she and her works of art were. 

She thanked them exuberantly before registering who she was talking to.

"I want your autograph," Alaska said. "Or at least your business card."

Digging her wallet out of a pocket, she happily gave each of them a card. Her name, it turned out, or at least the name she went by, was JerMajesty, which couldn't have been more perfect. She had a mop of dark, curly hair and what looked like a vintage leather jacket.

"JerMajesty," Trixie announced, "and I say that not only because it's your name but because it's fucking fun to say, if I can ever afford a party like this, you're hired.

All Katya could manage was, "Absofuckinglutely amazing."

"We create chaos and absurdity out of trash," Alaska said. "You create beauty out of big chunks of water."

"Thanks," JerMajesty said again. Then, thoughtfully: "Both kinds of art are pretty transitory."

"Hey," Katya said, "if I make a crappy dress out of used juice boxes, at least I still have the crappy dress."

"You are by far the best entertainment I've had tonight," Trixie said.

Alaska and Katya said, "The only," at the same time. 

"They'd better be paying you a ridiculous amount of money," Katya said.

JerMajesty grinned again. "They are."

"The boneheads,” Trixie said, “who can't even be bothered to come outside and drool over your virtuosity.”

The rich and famous gay appeared right on time with his entourage. He nodded at the three queens and then directed his attention where it belonged: JerMajesty. 

"Back to work," she said, and thanked them all again. "Call me when you can afford that party."

Katya and Alaska wandered back to their sofa, for lack of anything better to do and lack of interest in returning inside. Trixie announced that she needed a drink and should possibly locate her boyfriend, and asked if they wanted anything.

"Lemon Lacroix?" Alaska said. 

Katya asked absently for a bottle of water as she followed JerMajesty on Instagram. Alaska put an arm around her shoulder to look on while Katya scrolled through the impressive photos on the stream. 

Wood smoke filled their nostrils. The rich and famous gay had gotten a lackey to light up the fire pit.

"Worth leaving the house for?" Alaska asked.

"Enh," Katya said, not wanting to admit it. "Can I have an ice sculpture for my birthday?"

"Of what? A giant dick and balls?"

Katya thought about it. "Your naked ass," she said. "Modeled from life."

"I'm only on board if your naked ass is included."  

"Oh, all right," Katya said.

Alaska kissed her on the cheek as the chainsaw roared back to life.

[ascendedsandvich]

Very important question, (for head cannon) what would the mercs do if they found out s/o was a mom? :O or their teammate it can be platonic. HOW would they find out? (P.S. Their child would prolly be a young adult)

Notes:

some mercs are just teammates while others are s/o

I gave your child they/them pronouns so that you can just insert their gender or keep it how it is 

Y/N= your name, N/N= nickname, and C/N= child name 

Scout 

He was drinking bonk when he heard a knock on the door, Suspecting it was someone on the other team ready to steal the intelligence, he grabbed his bat, and went to the door. Hiding his trusty bat behind his back he opened the door, however he was extremely confused when he saw who was at the door. Someone who looked to be around his age was standing there, upon closer inspection scout realized that they looked a lot like you. "uh is y/n here?" They asked, scout hesitated before calling you over "yo n/n someone's here to see you" you came speeding over with a smile on your face, which prompted him to go and hide behind the nearby wall. He placed his bat down, and began eavesdropping. He knew it was wrong, but he just found this whole thing strange. Luckily his bonk was nearby, and he started to drink again. He couldn't really hear what you two were saying, but when he heard the person address you as mom, he spat out his bonk. He was so shocked, but it made sense, you always knew when he was lying, and you were always so caring to him, and pyro. The situation made him look at you differently in a good way of course, in all honesty you remind him of his ma, after that you notice Scout started to treat you with more respect.

Pyro 

It was a Ceasefire day! Luckily Miss Pauling, and the administrator said it was okay for you and C/n to spend the day together. You were so excited, y'all haven't been able to see each other in months, you missed them dearly, and you could barely wait to just hug your child. After what seemed like an eternity c/n finally got to the base. You rushed over to them, and you threw open your arms engulfing them in a big hug, Both of you were crying tears of joy. Meanwhile pyro was skipping happily with a big container of bubbles in hand ready to play with you. When they finally got to the front of the base pyro saw you, and some stranger talking. Pyro tilted their head curiously, and walked over to you wondering if this person was a new friend joining the team. When you noticed pyro approaching you introduced the two "c/n this is pyro, and pyro this is c/n my child" This caught pyro off guard you never told them you had a kid. "Nice to meet you" c/n said, pyro hesitated before signing nice to meet you too. You turned to pyro "Well me and c/n are going out for the day, I will see you tonight ok" pyro nodded. When you two left in c/ns car pyro waved goodbye, and looked at the bubbles….pyro felt conflicted, and a little jealous. They didn't like C/n very much. Just like that pyro land shattered, and when you got back pyro wasn't there to greet like they normally did when you went out, You just assumed they were with engie, not wanting to put too much brain cells into it because you were exhausted, and needed sleep. The next day though you noticed pyro's mood was drastically different, they barely ate, and they weren't playing at all. During battle they just hid, and burnt any enemy who came by. Later that night you decided to confront them. you found pyro in their room, huddling in the corner, their mask was off, and they were sobbing into their hands. When you went over to pyro, and touched their shoulder, they flinched a bit not expecting you to be there. When you asked them what was wrong they could barely look you in the eyes when they explained that they were envious of your relationship with c/n because of the fact pyro's own mom was quick to brush them off, and be mean to them. you are pyro's only good mother figure, and to see you with c/n makes them so sad because it reminded pyro when the contracts are over they aren't going to have anyone to go home to. When they were done explaining you felt a bit guilty you had never realized how sad pyro's childhood was. you were quick to wrap them in a loving embrace. you suddenly had an idea "say pyro when the contracts are done how would you like to live with me and c/n?" They pulled away with a big smile on their face "really you mean it?" When you nodded their eyes lit up suddenly c/n didn't seem like the bad guy anymore. pyro's face turned red before mumbling "c-can I call you mom?" When you smiled, and said of course pyro happily put on their mask and signed thanks for everything..Mom 

Soldier 

You have a box full of things c/n made for you, and the box is also filled with pictures of them. whenever you miss them you like to look in the box, going through all the happy memories. One day you were doing this when soldier walked in, "hello cupcake, what do you have there?" He asked, this caused you to jump, and snap out of your thoughts. "Gee soldier you scared me, I'm just looking at all my memory's of c/n, my child" soldier was at awe, you never said anything about being a mom. he sat down next to you, and you showed him pictures of c/n growing up, and you also showed him all of the art c/n made for you. He thought all of this was amazing, he couldn't believe that c/n was 23 now. From then on he was more protective of you in battle. He admires that you raised such a good American.

Heavy

It was a peaceful night, heavy was enjoying a sandvich in the kitchen when you walked in "oh heavy there you are, I need to get something off of my chest do you think you can spare a few minutes?" The gentle giant nodded before pulling a chair for you, sitting down you told him about c/n, and how you were starting to really miss them. Heavys eyes widened, you were a mom? Wow, no wonder you were so strong in battle. Heavy told you that missing your family is so painful, but that's why you needed to do your best In battle, for them. He gave you a hug, and after that he always smirked when you showed  how unstoppable you were.  

Demoman

Y'all were having drinks when you told him about c/n. He gave you a surprised look, and waited for you to tell him more about c/n. you then started to tell him all of the great times you and c/n had when they were growing up. He was loving every single story you told, smiling when you smiled. You showed him a picture of c/n, he thought they were lucky to have a mom as good as you. After that he always grins when you are caring to one of the others, he also can't wait to one-day tell you his secret that he has fallen even more in love with you 

Engie 

you have this locket that you wear everywhere except in battle, you take it off and put it in a safe spot in your room. but this time you put it on a table in engie's garage. you two had just started dating, and you started to spend more and more time in there, so it was just more convenient to leave it in the garage. After the battle you and engie decided to chill out, and have some drinks. After it got a bit late y'all decided to call it a night, and you went back to your room. After a few minutes he noticed you left your locket, and immediately went to pick it up, and deliver it to you. He picked it up by the chain, and it opened revealing a picture of c/n. Which surprised him a bit, he studied the picture closer, he noticed that c/n was probably around scouts age, and they looked a lot like you. Suddenly your voice snapped them out of his thoughts, "engie I forgot...my...locket" you trailed off when you saw him looking at your picture of c/n. He gave you a curious look, and you sighed "I suppose I should tell you about c/n" When you explained that c/n was your child he was a bit stunned, but it made sense why they looked so much like you. He pulled you in for a hug, and said that he would love to meet c/n one day.

Spy 

It was only a matter of time before he found out, he was a very excellent spy after all. He was the type of person to figure out anyones secret without them even knowing it. He suspected you were a mom long before he found out because you were very motherly, and you just knew all the mom tricks, an example of this one time Scout was sick, and you somehow managed to trick him into taking his medicine by cutting a hole into the back of a juice box, putting the medicine inside, and holding it up for scout to drink so he didn't see it one the other side. Only a mother knew those tricks. So he wasn't very surprised when he saw you, and a person who looked just like you talking on a ceasefire day. Now he isn't stupid, he immediately knew that that person was your child. He never said anything to you, but he knows. And luckily your secret is safe with him.

Sniper

He was relaxing in his camper when he heard a knock on the door, he answered it to see you twiddling your thumbs. "hey sheila" he greeted. you looked up at him "hey sniper, I was wondering if you could take me to the payphones?" Sniper thought about it for a minute, he did need to call his parents anyway, so why not. He nodded, and you two got in the front. "thanks sniper" you said as you put on your seat belt. He nodded again, and adjusted everything so he could start driving. On the road y'all just sat in a comfortable silence, which was normal since sniper was pretty shy around you. When y'all reached the payphones you got out, and rushed over eager to talk to c/n. sniper leaned against his camper waiting for you to be done. After some time had passed, and you and c/n talked, it was time for c/n to go. So y'all said your goodbyes, and you put the phone back. sniper looked up to see you crying a little bit. His expression turned to concern, and he went over, and put his hand on your shoulder. He was not expecting you to turn around, and hug him. His eyes widened, and he stiffened up a bit before hugging you back. You wimperd, and told him that you missed c/n so much, they were your child and it was so hard to not be able to see, and talk to them whenever you wanted to. Ok he was not ready for this, he had no idea what to say, he understood how you felt though, he felt the same way about his parents, he then wondered if his parents cried after they talked to him too. All he could really do was hold you, and listen 

Medic  

You and the German doctor had just started dating, everything was going really great, but you were really nervous to tell him about c/n. You had no idea how he would react to the news, would he think differently of you? You didn't know, but you had to tell him. y'all were cuddling on the couch in his office, when you decided to talk to him about c/n. You pulled away, and said "I need to talk to you about something" he nodded, and looked into your eyes which made you even more terrified, than you were before. You gulped, and fidgeted your slightly sweaty hands before explaining that you had a child, he was shocked "why didn't you tell me about c/n before" he asked, feeling a little hurt. did you not trust him? You looked down with tears threatening to spill "I didn't want you to think differently of me" upon hearing this he immediately wrapped his arms around you, and held you close "oh Liebe I could never think any differently of you. Raising a child is hard, and I think you are so strong, and brave for doing so" you sighed in relief finally being able to relax. A few of the tears you were holding back finally fell, and he was quick to wipe them away.

So I tried something a bit different, I'm fairly Happy with how this turned out. I hope y'all enjoyed it (•ө•)♡

[raendown]

A commission for my wonderful wife @berry-doodles​ based on art by her good friend and talented artist Moz! 

Pairing: HashiramaMadara Word count: 3435 Rated: M Summary: No matter what the people around them said Hashirama had never minded the mirror image of himself on Madara's chest. He just wished there were a way he could get that across.

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Bosom Buddies

“It’s fine.” The growl in Madara’s voice probably wouldn’t sound much different to anyone else but Hashirama knew his partner better than anyone else in the world. He knew that tone. It very much was not fine. 

“Please don’t be mad,” he begged. “You know it’s never bothered me so why-”

“I said it’s fine!” 

Madara huffed in the sharp silence following his outburst, turning his head away to look out the window. Reanimation hadn’t changed him very much, hadn’t really changed any of the people who found themselves with a second chance at life in this new and confusing future, but the handful of years that had passed since the war ended and the therapy enforced on them all by the sixth Hokage had mellowed his paranoia to a point that at times he almost seemed back to his true self. More and more often Hashirama looked at him and saw nothing but the man he had fallen in love with long before the loss of his sibling had broken him.

Unfortunately that didn’t mean he couldn’t still have bad days and it seemed like today was one of them. Hashirama had never really minded the strange effigy of his own face that hung on his lover’s chest, he did understand it was something Madara had been manipulated in to. Whether that manipulation was ultimately by Zetsu or that young Kabuto or even someone else was still unclear, though that was mostly due to Madara’s own tangled memories of death and rebirth, but the one fact that remained very clear was that he’d never intended to grow a second face on his own chest. It was very strange indeed to Hashirama that no one else seemed able to understand that. Citizens of the very village that Madara himself had dreamed of as a child now crossed the street to avoid him with their eyes drifting inevitably down to the spot where they knew a replica of their first Hokage hid under his clothing. On a good day Madara could ignore such unwanted attention. Not every day was a good day. 

“Why don’t I make us a nice hot cup of tea?” Hashirama suggested in a vain effort to bring his partner away from the front door. The fights when he stormed out always took the longest to untangle. Madara gave him such a venomous look that Hashirama wilted immediately, despondent already at the thought of how long it would be until he could give the man a nice comforting hug. 

“Tea? Tea!? I don’t want your fucking hot leaf juice! Just leave me alone! Every damn person in this village seems to want me to drop dead again and you’re offering tea!?” Pulling at the hair spilling over both shoulders, Madara turned to storm his way towards the front door, growling under his breath as he went. “Not everyone’s head is so empty they can solve their problems with a cup of god damn genmaicha!”

The slam of the door behind him rattled several frames on the walls, photographs that still made them both wonder at just how far technology had advanced over the years. Hashirama stared at one of the frames where it hung just a little off center now and did what he could to breathe through the heavy weight in his chest. Living twice had been hard for them all at times. It was difficult to imagine just how much harder it must be for Madara, his poor beloved Madara, who had gone through so much in his first life and so much more since being reanimated, revived, reintroduced to the pains of a world that never seemed to have any mercy for him. 

But, Hashirama told himself with a touch of determination, there was one mercy that life had granted them both and that was the love they shared. The fact that they had only been able to explore that love now in this strange second chance only made it all the more precious and times like this when the rest of the world seemed so unwilling to understand made it more important than ever to remind his partner that their love would never change. 

He knew just how to do that.

Well, he had an idea of how to do that. Whether or not it was a good idea he would just have to wait and see. 

Much more easily said than done. Hashirama would freely admit that he had never been the most patient person in the entire world. It would probably be a good idea for him to get a second opinion and who better to ask than the smartest person he knew? Feeling slightly more confident in himself, he finally convinced his feet to move by turning towards the kitchen and heading straight for the plastic device hanging on the wall next to their fridge. Honestly there truly was no end to the technological wonders of the future. His brother picked up the call after several rings. 

“What do you want, Anija?” 

“How did you know it was me?”

“No one else calls here,” Tobirama growled. “Neither Kakashi nor I have many friends and of those only you ever bother to call instead of crashing through our front door without permission.”

Hashirama nodded in sympathy. “Has Gai-san been intruding again?”

“I will ask ‘what do you want’ one more time and if you don’t answer I’m hanging up on you.” 

Obviously he must have interrupted something so Hashirama hurried to ask his questions. He knew only too well the kinds of things his brother might be getting up to and the disastrous results that could come from distracting him. Reanimation had done very little to quell his thirst for knowledge. If anything the experiments he proposed had only gotten wilder in recent years. 

“Maddy’s having a bad day today and I want to show him that everything will be alright, that I’ll always be there for him, you know? And I was trying to think of a good way to-”

“Sex,” his brother cut him off bluntly before he could even finish his sentence. Hashirama spluttered violently. 

“Tobirama!” he exclaimed. “That’s so inappropriate!” 

“He’s a simple man who understands simple gestures. Take him to bed.”

“You-! I-! To say such things to your own brother-!” 

On the other end of the line he could hear a deep sigh. When Tobirama spoke again it was in the same heavy tone he’d used since as far back as their childhood, full of the exasperation that came with believing he was the only sane person left in the entire world. “You want to show him that you care, fine. Make it gentle sex then - if a beast like him is capable of anything gentle. I really don’t want to know. Just wait for him to scream himself out then take your clothes off. He’ll get the hint, trust me. Are we done now? I really was in the middle of something and we did have plans for tonight.”

“Say hello to Kakashi for me,” Hashirama murmured. He listened to his sibling grumbling in the affirmative and then the line went dead without so much as a goodbye. Rather typical. He considered himself lucky Tobirama had even picked up the phone in the first place if he was so busy. 

After hanging up himself he continued to stand there for several moments, staring aimlessly around the kitchen as he turned his initial idea over and over from a new viewpoint. Much as he hated to admit it his brother did have a point. Subtlety had a way of going straight over Madara’s head and hidden messages always had a way of getting misinterpreted. They’d had a lot of fights over simple miscommunications. Of course, considering who he had fallen in love with, he’d known from the beginning that such things were bound to happen with alarming frequency. That didn’t mean he was going to stop putting in whatever efforts he could to prevent them. 

When the right idea crossed his mind it was like a lamp coming on and his entire face lit up accordingly. It was perfect. There was no way this could go anything but perfectly, he just knew it! Knowing that most of his brilliant ideas over two lifetimes had gone straight down the toilet did nothing to deter him because he knew for absolute sure that this was, to date, the best idea he’d ever had.

First things first, he needed to find just the right shirt. With a beaming smile he turned and floated down the hall in to the bedroom he shared with the man of his dreams. There were several options already in his mind, certain pieces of clothing he’d noticed always inspired a particularly hungry look from Madara. One of them had only just come out of the laundry and had yet to be folded which left it right there in the corner of the bedroom where he’d left the basket of clean clothing. Hashirama skipped over to the scene of a half done chore and rooted through the mountain until he was able to pull out a particularly short yukata. Initially it had been an accidental purchase, several sizes down from the one he’d meant to buy, but the way Madara had looked at his legs ensured he would never take it back. Slipping it over his shoulders, Hashirama turned to the mirror on the opposite wall for a first inspection. 

No good. A frown touched his brow as he turned side to side in the mirror. His legs looked as good as ever, that was true, but that was far from the part of his body he would have wanted his partner to focus on. With great reluctance Hashirama slid the garment off and tossed it back on to the heap of clean, unfolded laundry. On with the hunt. 

Half an hour later he must have gone through almost every item of clothing he owned trying to find the perfect one with very little success. So many of them highlighted different parts of himself and yet as he rejected one after another he slowly began to realise that what he was looking for might not be possible with his current options. Now that was a quandary. His plan for showing Madara how loved and wanted he was wouldn’t work at all if none of the clothes they owned would show off the right bits in the right way! 

In a fit of petulance Hashirama pouted and struck his hand out at whatever was closest, not so much in an attempt to cause destruction but more out of some childish need to punish their wardrobe for not going along with his needs. He squawked with immediate regret when a box hidden in the back of their closet came dislodged and tumbled down on to his head as though in retaliation for such violence. Several haphazardly folded shirts all spilled out over him like a rain of cloth until there was little for him to do but stand there and laugh at himself for acting so silly. With a smile Hashirama put both hands on his hips and grinned at whatever had draped itself over his eyes, unable to see anything but suddenly finding himself in a much calmer state. 

Then he reached up to pull the item off his face and froze. It was perfect. Of course! Now that it had quite literally hit him in the face the memories were coming back; this shirt had been the first Christmas gift Tobirama bought for Madara a few years after they had all been released to live their second lives. Hashirama was sure his brother thought he was being subtle with this kind of malicious compliance, buying a gift for someone just because he’d been asked to, but from the look on his face after the wrapping was torn off it had been easy to tell this gift was meant to be hated. To be perfectly honest Hashirama was a little surprised the garment had even survived to be shoved in to a closet rather than shredded at the first opportunity. A most fortuitous anomaly. 

Not wanting to waste a moment of time, he clutched the sweater a little closer and turned to dash out of the room - only to promptly trip on all the clothing he’d strewn about their bedroom floor. Perhaps he should clean up this mess before fetching the scissors. Repairing his beloved Madara’s bad mood would be for nothing if the man saw this mess and flew in to a rage all over again.

Barely more than an hour later Hashirama had only just put the finishing touches on his surprise when he heard the front door open. It took all of his meager restraint not to go thundering down the hall to drown his partner in love and apologies; he knew from experience how much better it was to simply let Madara return home at his own pace, temper as whimsical as the cats he was so fond of. Trying to smother him the moment he stepped in the door was always tempting but never ended very well. Instead Hashirama fiddled with the hem of his shirt to make sure it was perfectly in place and looked around the bedroom one last time to make sure he’d put everything away. Of course, because his luck was just like that, he spotted several things still littering the floor that he must have looked over in the initial rush to clean up. 

A tiny squeak escaped him when Madara’s footsteps came thumping down the hall. There was no time! He needed more time! Like a man possessed he lunged across the room to toss what he could in to the hamper and promised himself that he would do the laundry tomorrow so no one ever had to know there was anything hidden in there. Just as he heard the footsteps pause on the other side of the bedroom door he realized he was out of time and strove to find a natural position to stand in with whatever happened to be left in his hand - a cup, apparently. What a clean empty cup might be doing in their bedroom was beyond him but he was grateful it wasn’t something more strange. The door opened and without any better ideas Hashirama simply stood up as straight as he could and schooled his features in to a calm, welcoming smile, hoping against hope that the panic crashing around in his chest wasn’t showing. 

Keeping still as the door slowly opened inwards was among the most difficult things he’d ever had to do in his life. The look on Madara’s face when his lover spotted him made the effort very worth it. 

“What. Just. What is that?”

“It’s technically your shirt,” Hashirama confessed. “I didn’t think you’d mind me making some alterations.”

“No I don’t give a fuck about the shirt. It’s horrendous. Your brother knows damn well how much I hate this ‘ugly christmas sweater’ bullshit. I meant what the hell is that on your tit!?”

Smiling brightly, Hashirama couldn’t help looking down to admire his own handiwork. The kitchen scissors almost hadn’t been enough to cut through the thick wool of the shirt but with a little patience he’d managed to cut out a large enough hole to display the entire right side of his torso while keeping the rest of him covered. Sheer luck took most of the credit for his discovery of Madara’s kink, how quickly he could be riled up by the sight of Hashirama flashing just a hint of the goods while keeping the rest of him mostly covered, but playing to his partner’s tastes was only half the plan. 

The other half he’d drawn on with a marker. Or rather he’d made a clone to do it for him so he wouldn’t mess anything up drawing on himself at such an awkward angle. Perfectly round and a lovely dusky brown, his right nipple was just the perfect shape to draw a little frown and one narrow eye. Surround the whole thing with spikes of messy hair and it was a perfect image of his partner if he did say so himself. 

“Oh this?” Hashirama shifted in his weight and hoped it looked casual. “Well sometimes I get lonely when you’re not here so I thought it might be nice if you were with me all the time. Actually I was thinking of making it permanent. You don’t mind, right?” Under the emotions he’d never put much effort in to controlling Hashirama did, in fact, have a working brain. No matter what his brother thought. He knew exactly the weight his gentle smile carried, knew exactly why Madara looked as though he’d just been brought up short like a runaway horse. 

“Mi-? N-no I don’t...mind…” His partner looked away with a frown and a splash of red growing across both cheeks. 

“Excellent!” 

If only there were something in the cup for him to oh so casually sip at. Hashirama waited patiently for those beautiful dark eyes to finally make their way back to him. Then he watched with very little surprise as they trailed their way slowly down the length of his body, staring either at the gesture he’d drawn on to his own chest or at the hem of his shirt where an inch or so of skin was peeking out, a hint at the naughty things hidden just above. 

“I hate you,” Madara told him in a weak voice and that was exactly what Hashirama had been waiting for. After setting the cup aside he moved across the room to frame the other man’s face. 

“No you don’t.”

“Hng. Do too. I hate you so much. You’re...awful. And terrible.”

Leaning in slowly was enough to prove to them both that Madara had no intentions of pulling away even given the opportunity to do so; it made the victory of a slow deep kiss that much more delicious. When Hashirama pulled away he bent his neck to press their foreheads together instead and allowed himself a moment to simply breathe in everything that was Madara. 

“I love you too,” he murmured because he knew what his partner was trying to say. Words were nice, he would of course adore being buried under waves of flowery words every day, but he’d never really needed them to know how his partner felt. 

For a long moment he got no response. The two of them stood in the doorway of their bedroom with their eyes closed and swayed to the beat of their own hearts. 

“Thank you,” Madara broke the silence eventually in a voice so quiet it was barely there. With tears in his eyes Hashirama bent for another deep kiss. 

“Don’t you want to unwrap your present now?” he hinted. 

The gratitude in Madara’s eyes was as obvious as the relief but Hashirama knew better than to comment on either. Instead he opened his arms and smiled happily when his partner stepped in to them as easily as a puzzle piece sliding in to place. When they undressed together neither man so much as glanced down at the immoving effigy attached to Madara’s chest, all of their attention reserved for naught but the task of chasing pleasure together, savouring the happiness it had taken them more than a lifetime to find. 

Others, Hashirama knew, would always say what they wanted to about the choices his partner had made so many years ago, and although the man preferred not to show it he knew those words would often cause pain. But there was nothing he would like more than to spend the rest of his years on this earth  soothing the wounds that others made and proving to Madara that his opinion mattered the most - and that his heart would always be filled with nothing but love. Whatever mistakes they had both made in the past could stay there as far as he was concerned. He would stand by Madara’s side through it all no matter what the people of this village thought about it and he would proclaim his love to whoever would listen as many times as it took for that to be clear. 

Later as they lay blanketed in evening shadows, Hashirama pretended sleep just to feel the caress of rough fingers tracing the ink upon his chest and knew that when this life was done he would die with no regrets.