#you can’t really see his face in the photo but i bet he was giggling to himself and being like look i’m my lightstick!!!

[smtown-tourist]

Y’all……

Why am I just now realizing that Taemin COSPLAYED as HIS OWN FUCKING LIGHTSTICK at the Ephemeral Gaze concert?!?!?!

[starlightsuffered]

Innocent Pictures

Info - horny Timothée, innocence kink, kinda age play a little not really, long distance, phone sex, pervert Timothée, size kink and breeding kink a little bit, virgin fetish, masturbation, butt plug

The photo had been innocent enough, in theory; but I knew that’s what got him going. My curvy, soft body in a small pink thong and a crop top that barely covered my supple nipples. My eyes were bright and I bit my lip. You couldn’t even see my body in the picture, just my tousled hair and wide gaze. I knew he’d be thinking about the rest of me though.

I knew he would be picturing what only he got to see. He loved when I dressed up like a sweet, guiltless little cherub. I would smile demurely at the camera.

I didn’t look like I was trying to press my breasts together so they bulged. I didn’t give off the vibe that secretly my holes were lubed and slick for him. I was meant to look chaste, because that’s how he liked me. He liked me looking so angelically pure and good that it made him feel like a sick disgusting pervert when he got hard to just my smile.

“Ohhhh fuck, baby,” I heard the shaky voice the moment I picked up the phone. I smirked as I listened to the wetness. He was so easy to work up.

“Hi Timothée,” I said with a giggle. He groaned over the speaker.

“What’s that noise?” I asked as I began to stroke my thighs. I knew I could only tease myself.

“I bet that young fucking pussy is so wet. Fuck, you’re so pretty. You have such a gorgeous face,” he was practically growling. I could hear the precum schlicking as he tugged on his cock aggressively.

“Did I do something to turn you on?” I asked as I leaned back on my bed.

“Show me, show me that gorgeous cunt,” he demanded. I spread my legs and my Northern lips. I turned on the camera so he could see over the video.

“Fuck me,” he grunted. He was not breathing right. He sounded feral.

I had a sopping entrance and a pink bejeweled butt plus sitting pretty inside me. There were still bruises from his fingers, the last time we’d fucked. He was away for a little press tour right now. I knew I couldn’t touch myself, but I was allowed to tease.

“That young, fertile, cunt. Fuck, it’s so tight and bare. I need that innocent little body bouncing on my big perverted dick again.”

“Is that what you are?” I cooed. “A pervert? Hard just from an innocent selfie of my face.”

“Fuck yes. I want to cum over and over, cover your pure little body in so much semen that you can’t remember what it is like to be clean. I want to take your fucking purity. Let my big pervert dick ram in that angelic pussy until you’re bursting with my seed,” he panted.

“I don’t know what it’s like to be covered in cum. Will you reach me? Will you train my young, virginal, inexperienced body to take your giant perverted cock?”

“Oh say more pretty girl, I’m so close,” he nearly whined.

“My sweet, pure face covered in smiles as I barely know what’s happening as you release your spunk on it again. My tight, fertile cunt filling again, not understanding I need to take birth control or I’ll get pregnant. Your degenerate tendencies unable to help themselves as they see such a pretty lamb, unused and spotless.”

“Fuck baby girl!” He cried. I couldn’t help but giggle at what I did to him. He let out a sound of erotic, hedonistic, pleasure. My little laugh had been what did it.

Seconds later, Timothée sent me a Snapchat picture. He’d somehow printed out a Polaroid of my selfie. The selfie was coated in sperm. White globs of cum were soaking into my image. I was immeasurably proud.

“Can’t wait to do this to your real face” - T

[kaigarax]

Fall

Portgas D. Ace x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone you can share a secret with."

The gentle breeze of autumn has Portgas D. Ace reminiscing about the simpler moments of life. Like the laughter of his brothers or the frustration when he just can’t remember the exact answer to the riddle. Or the childish fear in his heart for his adoptive grandfather when he gets ready to train them for the marines.

Ace wonders if you had a simple life like him.

Leans forward towards you subconsciously as you look up at the sky, laying beside him on the cool grass.

Ace never much liked the feeling of laying on grass. The subtle movements of the grass in the wind constantly sent his nerves off. Sometimes he thought it might be a bug crawling into his hair; which was a horrible sensation when it really happened - he’d actually spent a week picking bugs out of his younger brother’s hair once. And then there was the smell of pollen and grass which had never been all too pleasant of a scent to Ace. Ten out of ten times he would have chosen the smell of the salty sea over that of the mundane grass and ordinary pollen that comes back every spring.

But, sitting beside you, he finds that he doesn’t mind the sensation all too much. Finds himself enjoying the warmth of the sun against his skin amidst the subtle chatter of animals in the subtleness of fall.

He finds himself noticing the little things like the old watercan left forgotten behind a tree and the overgrown weeds beside the stump of a tree filled with one too many bird holders. The mismatched rocks which had likely been gathered by children at one point in time piled up in both a creative and artistic way. Or, maybe it’s artistic? Ace doesn’t really know anything about art.

Perhaps you know?

Yeah.

Ace smiles.

He bets that you’re the kind of girl that knows about art and stuff. You must like it at least a little if that camera around your neck means anything.

Earlier he had asked you to take a picture and was all but refused which had put him in a bit of an annoyed mood that he tried real hard to push away. Of course he could never actually get mad at you (you were far too gentle for that) but you did seem to have a certain knack for pushing his buttons in every which way.

After a long while you did agree to take a photo of Ace but only in the moment when he least expected it.

Whatever that meant.

You’re so pretty. He thinks he’d rather stare at you then the sky which seems to have fully captured your attention. Honestly, Ace thinks he’s a little jealous of the sky if only for the reason that it has found a way to capture your attention. He wonders too if it has also captured your heart?

If someone else has already found a home in the place where Ace one day hopes to be.

Well…

It-

You turn to look at Ace and let out a little giggle when you notice that he’s been staring at you this entire time.

His cheeks flush red as he turns the other way.

You giggle in response.

It only serves to make his cheeks flush more.

You really are so pretty and in more than just your appearance. Ace has never particularly cared for romance. Never cared to think about girls the way that most boys his age do, preferring instead to look ahead and dream of a better world in front of him. Preferring to dream and charge forward rather than worry about the attention of a pretty face or soft and gentle voice.

And then there’s you.

Ace bets that you have a fondness for gentle men. Preferring someone sweet and chivalrous over a playful and flirtatious man. Ace has never really seen himself as either or and he doesn’t really care to fall into either category but… he does wonder which kind of person you might see him as and if he’s the kind of person that you might like.

He turns back to look at you to be greeted with a warm smile from you.

“What’re you thinking about?” Ace asks, hoping his voice comes out as smooth and calm.

You laugh playfully, “one thing or another, I suspect.”

Ace rolls his eyes but smiles fondly, “yeah? You actually have some thoughts in there, do you?”

“Hopefully~” You grin, nudging him gently.

Ace nods in agreement, nudging you back gently, “hopefully.”

You start to hum softly as you grab onto Ace’s hand, absentmindedly tracing the lines of his hand. Ace has never cared much to look at his hands. Never really traced over the lines of his hand or laboured over how soft or rough they might have felt. Sometimes he did think about how sore they could get after a hard day's work on the ship but other than that his thoughts about the ocean were rather limited. But right now he’s curious about what you seem to find so interesting about it.

Is there something special about his hands?

Do you like how they feel on their own?

He certainly likes the way his hands feel in yours.

“Have you ever wanted to die before?” You ask softly, looking up at Ace curiously.

Portgas D. Ace feels himself freeze in place, the calming atmosphere from the previous conversation earlier dying on the tip of his tongue.

You haven’t noticed Ace’s change in atmosphere or you’re simply choosing to ignore it as you continue to trace the lines embedded in his palm.

Ace clears his throat having only just recollected his composure, “what?”

Or maybe he didn’t gather it as much as he thought.

“Have you ever wanted to die before?” You repeat, your voice as calm and soft as ever.

“Have I ever wanted to die before?” Ace repeats. Has there ever been a moment when Ace thought it would be better to simply stop living than continue on? The answer immediately appears in his mind but he isn’t quite sure if this is something he wants to share with anyone else. It’s not something that he’s ever really thought to share with someone else and the people that had known aren’t the kind of people that he would ever outright go out and tell - rather, they’re the kind of people that managed to force it out of him. Sure, he’s rather thankful that they had managed to get the words out of him in the first place but overall he’s really just not sure. Finally Ace turns to look at you, his eyes steady and his gaze calm, “yes.”

You interlace your fingers with his, “you must’ve had a very sad childhood then.”

“There were both happy and upsetting moments.” Ace says, bringing your hand up to his face. He leans into your warmth and smiles, “but yes, it was during the hardest part of my life, when I felt that I was alone, that I wanted to die most. I didn’t think I was worthy of life simply because of who my parents were.”

“Sometimes having others is the only thing keeping us alive,” you look up to the sky, your eyes closed, as you inhale deeply, “I quite love this world. It’s a shame that this world will never love me in return.”

Huh.

Ace doesn’t think that he can relate. He personally has never cared much for this world. Not only did it curse him into the position of life that he’s in now but it’s never been very kind to him either.

No.

He much prefers the people.

Well, some people.

The gentle people that had been afforded to him. The ones that had cared enough to stick around with him. The ones that saw him for more than the circumstances of his birth. The ones that saw him. The ones that loved him and the ones he loved in return.

Did you love him?

Ace wonders but he doesn’t think he’ll ever ask you.

It’s not a question afforded to the likes of him.

Not a question he’ll ever have the gall to ask. To you or anyone else.

Your eyes soften and your smile is gentle as you turn back to look at him. There’s a fragility in the way you look at him. A look that Ace feels will shatter if he so much as moves another inch. That this moment will slip away from his fingers if he were to call out your name. So instead, he waits calmly and quietly for you to make the first move. One day he’ll look back to regret it but for now he simply enjoys your presence and hopes that the moment can last for as long as it can. For as long as it will.

“Who was it for you?” You ask.

“At first it was my mother,” Ace explains, “because I didn’t have anyone else. And then it was my brothers and now it’s my crew.”

You hum in acknowledgment.

“I actually never knew my mother. She died giving birth to me. I feel like she died because of me.”

Your eyes look at him with such pity and while Ace has never been one to care for pity he feels as if it’s different coming from you. It feels almost like he’s looking in a mirror. That you, better than anyone else, understand what he’s going through right now. He’s not really sure why but he knows that he does.

“You loved her, despite not ever knowing her?” You asked.

“I think I did. It felt more like I owed her something for giving birth to me. Because I took away years from her life.”

“And your father?”

Ace’s face darkens, “no.”

“So much more adamant and certain about your father.” You noted.

“He only ever caused trouble for me and my mom. Honestly, I don’t even know why he had children in the first place. It was as if he didn’t think about the consequences of what it would be if he had a child.”

“Oh?”

“Me being born was a crime in itself.”

“Being born isn’t a crime.”

Ace doesn’t seem to hear your words very well as he continues, “he forced that crime upon my mother. And he died even before I was born. Went off and got himself killed before he even knew me. Though, I guess that’s probably a blessing in disguise. It’s better that I didn’t know him, with how horrible of a person he was.”

“Ace.”

He pauses in his tracks.

The way you say his name is so different from how he’s heard you say it before. He feels as though it holds so much more weight than it had before. That it’s so much heavier. So much louder than before. He suddenly finds himself unable to speak in response, ready and alert to attention as he turns to look at you.

You brush his hair back out of his face gently, “living isn’t a crime. Children don’t inherit the crimes of their parents.” You flick his forehead, “and besides, it’s not as if you actually want to die anyways. You think it’s some burden that you have to take on but in your heart you’re too scared to die.”

Ace huffs, a pout on his lips, as he brings a hand up to cover the spot where you had flicked his forehead, “and how do you know that?”

“Because if you had wanted to die you wouldn’t be here now, would you?” You laugh as if Ace had just told a hilarious joke, “and besides, death is scary. It isn’t until we’ve accepted the lives that we’ve lived that we’re able to head into death with a smile. And even then, there are only a few who are able to die with a smile.”

“Do you think I will?”

“Who knows.”

His heart beats erratically as you pull away from him and turn your attention back to the bright blue sky.

“I don’t really know what I want out of life.” Ace admits.

“It’s okay,” you hum, “I don’t either.”

Fall in love with someone you can share a secret with.

[ithinkabouttzu]

Heya! Glad your request are now open, may I request a TXT reaction to their s/o accidentally discovered their cute/funny or embarrassing childhood photo? Thanks

Txt reaction to you finding their baby photos

genre: romance; fluff

warnings: none

description : The txt members reaction to you (their s/o) discovering their baby photos

Yeonjun

- Uh, y/n, where did you find those??

- His face would be absolutely in shock, like he had no idea you would ever find those photos

- The moment you say something about how cute he was as a baby his ego would boost up by 1000

- “We’d make cute babies, right, y/n?”

- Both of you would just go through old photos giggling and talking about your childhood together and sweet memories as kids

- afterwards, he’s definitely gonna ask you to see your baby photos bc he just needs to know what you looked like as a baby

- “Cmon babe, I bet you were a cute baby” LOL

Soobin

- Ohh his face gets so red

- He’s slightly embarrassed but he also thinks it’s a little cute?

- he’ll try to get you to stop looking at them for a moment, just in fear that you might find something super embarrassing 😭

- “Let’s look at these later? please?”

- If you say anything about how cute your guys’ kids would look he would be blushing so hard omg

- like the thought of having kids with you excites him so much

- “We will in the future, have plenty of cute kids” Lowkey gives him baby fever for the rest of the day

Beomgyu

- “Omg, where did you even find these?”

- You surprised the hell out of this man, he was NOT expecting this 🤣

- “I was so adorable” You know gyu has to compliment himself

- “Who do you think was cuter as a baby? me or you?” LOL

- When he sees your baby photos he thinks you are so cute, like actually adorable

- “Let’s have like a dozen kids, they’d all be so cute y/n!” Babes is getting a little too ahead of himself 😭

- Looking at baby photos would also raise his baby fever by 100 omg, he just can’t wait to see what his little family with you would look like in the future

Taehyun

- He honestly forgot how cute of a baby he was 😭

- like you and him will just be going through the photos together like “awww, that’s so cute”

- He would be kinda embarrassed at first but i don’t think he would really mind for the most part

- “Can I see your baby pictures now?”

- when he sees them he thinks they are the absolute most cutest thing ever

- both of you would just be comparing pictures and seeing what you guys were like as kids

- “Do you think we’d be friends as little kids, y/n?” Tae is honestly so curious about this 😭

Huening Kai

- “You found those, let me see!”

- He would honestly be more interested in these photos then you, just because he hasn’t saw them in so long

- Every photo you looked at, he most likely had a little explanation for it, like the backstory of the photo

- “I remember that trip! It was so fun, we should go there together sometime”

- he would be so cute for the rest of the day, his childhood was an important part of him, so showing you that side is honestly a big deal to him

- “I wonder what our future kids would look like y/n? what do you think?

- Ugh he’s just so cute about it, he probs goes onto one of those face morphing apps to see what your guys kids would look like out of curiosity 😭 LOL both of you would sit there and laugh about it too for a hot minute

Thank you for your request lovely!! I enjoyed writing this so much! 💗

[evita-shelby]

Prove it

Version of my only other Namor x reader one shot with the dialogue in English.(spanish dialogue)

Gif by @unicornspwnall

You weren’t born yesterday.

There was no possible way for this fucking historical hotel was truly haunted.

There was no cool poltergeist, no ghost ladies giggling in the floral room where the hacienda’s owner’s daughter died suddenly in the eighties, and there was no fucking way there were Mayan Warriors with blue skin led by fucking K’uk’ulkan himself to pay homage to the big rock in the garden.

That had to be some idiot they had hired from town.

You bet your shitty paycheck you knew that dumbass in the slutty green shorts.

“How much are the paying you to do this bullshit every December?” you ask as the man stares at you in horror.

“What?” the man asks before cursing you in Yucatec Mayan, an older type with like no Spanish in it whatsoever.

But it’s still the same language, so you insult him back, which makes it worse.

Especially when you slip back into Spanish and he acts like you just spat in his face.

“This is my mother’s sacred grave!” he shouts at you in Spanish, but you don’t buy it. He is too real looking to be a ghost, that vein popping out on his forehead and the way he gets close enough for you to feel the warmth of a human being lecturing you on your rudeness.

“Yes, I know that is the grave of a woman, but I seriously doubt a woman in the 16th century has a , I don’t know, thirty year old son in the year 2020.” You cross your arms and stand your ground.

Would he be offended if you ask him out for drinks at the shitty hotel cantina once you two get over this?

“And if I told you I am over five hundred years old?” he continues with the farce, and you wonder if its worth it to have another wannabe actor fuck buddy here.

“I’d say you look pretty fit for a five-hundred-year-old geezer, but I’d sooner believe that you get five hundred pesos to show up in such little clothing every fucking winter.” You answer with a scoff, five hundred pesos was a shit rate, that was barely fifty dollars. The cute girl from the local University got paid twice that to do her fake shaman tarot reader bullshit every month.

This fucker should ask Rigo the Owner for more.

He laughs, a slightly bitter thing that tells you he is this close to just killing you outright.

He is handsome, you give him that. And well endowed, which is probably why Rigo’s slutty much younger wife chose him.

The feathers and his outfit look legit, too real, especially the fake jade jewelry. You had to hand it to him, the nose plug and the earrings looked pretty fucking good.

“I would kill you, but I wouldn’t dishonor my mother’s grave with the blood of an idiot who can’t see the difference between a human man and the god, K’uk’ulkan!” he exclaims and you think he may be right.

If the Norse had sexy Thor and whatever his goth brother was, if the Americans can defrost Captain America like frozen meat, maybe, just maybe the weirdo standing here was the Serpent God of Mesoamerica.

Could explain why he looked the same in all the photos since cameras were invented.

Could the man you’ve infuriated so much that he stands there breathing hard and clenching his fists to avoid hitting you be the god, K’uk’ulkan?

“If you really are a god… then prove it.” You say goading him into proving he was fraud. If he is a fraud, he will do anything to make you forget it, like kiss you in anger and get the two of you fired for hate fucking where some of the guests can see you.

You hope he is a fraud; it has been so long since you’ve had a good fuck.

He smiles, one that makes you shake in your metaphorical boots, as he took you by the waist and flew with the weird little wings on his ankles.

“Holy fuck.” You utter as he flies you to the beach.

[noturlesson]

could you do a story with Sal and fem reader where the reader is really into musicians and that gives Sal the bright idea to try and impress them w a song or just bh playing something random? Basically Sal being a goofball╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ Ty!!

Ofc bookie! This is like the perfect scenario bcuz I hc that Sal would play songs for his crush. Alr hope I was able to satisfy 🙏🏾

(reminder: reader will always be black coded unless I say otherwise, so aave will be used from time to time. Also fun lil fact no one asked for, I also play guitar and her name is Lilith)

“Dude,” you shoved your phone in Sal’s face, one of your favorite music artists on the screen. “Do you understand how fine this person is. And they play guitar! Sally, they’re actually so perfect, it’s insane.” You gush, a series of giggles leaving your lips as you retract your phone, scrolling through more photos of the artist. You were practically cheesing at your phone, playing little snippets of different songs the artist had released.

You were in Sally’s room, sat on the floor next to his bed. Gizmo was playing with one of his many toys in the corner of the room, and homework papers were scattered all over the floor, though your study session had been long forgotten. Sal sat next to you, eyes glued on your goofy smile. He chewed on the inside of his cheek. He couldn’t figure out what you thought was so special about all the musicians you liked. Every week, you were gushing about a new artist, the same dopey smile plastered on your face as you went on and on about their music and the instruments they play. If Sal really wanted to, he could play all their songs and then some. Hell, he’d probably even play their songs better than they did. Wait.

“You know I can play guitar too, right?” He said suddenly. Your eyes shot up to meet his, your smile now a straight line.

“Oooh, really?” You replied coyly, a smirk creeping its way onto your features. Sal felt his cheeks heat up at the way you looked up at him, but he stood his ground. He nodded his head, moving to stand and grab his guitar from his closet.

“Yeah, and I promise you it’ll be better than whoever you’re listening to right now.” He shot back, voice muffling when his head disappeared in his closet. He emerged with his amp in one hand and guitar in the other. You watched in awe, your eyes sparkling with fascination as they glossed over the shines wood of Sal’s electric. It looked just as pretty as all the musicians’ you talked about, and the fact that you were actually about to witness someone play in person, you could hardly contain your excitement.

“You better not disappoint me, Fisher. I have very high expectations.” You giggled, leaning forward on your palms to get closer.

Sal smiled at you beneath his mask, “Sal Fisher never disappoints.” He joked, setting himself down and adjusting his guitar in his lap after plugging it up to his amp.

“Whatever, just hurry up and play.” You waved him off, staring at how his fingers so effortlessly landed on the fret board. He rolled his eyes at you, huffing before speaking again.

“Can you play the clip from earlier? I wanna see if I can play that one.”

You nod, reaching back to grab your phone. You pressed play and the snippet played out. Sal hummed and nodded thoughtfully, then he began to strum. He played the riffs he heard perfectly, his fingers gliding across the fretboard with such ease. He even added a couple extra notes here and there, and it sounded heavenly. Your smile grew so huge that your cheeks hurt and but the time Sal was finished playing, you were jumping and clapping your hands excitedly.

“That was so good, what the fuck?”

He chuckled at you, his face heating up again. “See, I told you I’d be good.” You rolled your eyes at him, scooting closer so you were about a foot away from him. You narrowed your eyes and a look of mischief flashed across your face.

“Bet you can’t play another one.”

Sal almost looked offended, a scoff escaping him. “You bet your ass I can.”

“Do it then, prove to me that you’re worthy.” You pulled back, staring at him with a shit eating grin. He tilted his head at you, confused obviously.

“Worthy of what, exactly?” There was a hint of amusement in his tone.

“Worthy of being my new favorite musician, duh!” You smile, “Now play.” With a small chuckle, he began to play another riff, and you recognized it this time. It was one of your favorite songs that you had found recently, though you were pretty sure you only mentioned it in passing once.

Had he remembered this song just for you? Of course, but he would never tell you that. He observed you carefully when he started to sing the lyrics along with the song as well, and when your jaw dropped, he almost couldn’t contain his laughter. When he reached the end of the song, you were still wide eyed, but your smile returned to your face.

Sal nearly died when you jumped on him and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him into a hug. After the initial shock wore off, he hugged you back, the scent of your perfume and hair products permeating his senses. You pulled back, staring into his eyes, your hands still resting on his shoulders.

“You’re absolutely insane.” You muttered.

“So…? Did I ‘prove myself’ worthy of being you favorite musician?” He chuckled, the tips of his ears burning red from the eye contact.

You nodded furiously, that dopey smile he loved still on your face. “Just as long as you promise to play for me again, then yes.”

A chuckle fell from the blue haired boy. “I think I might be able to do that.”

[littleoanh]

Hajime Kokonoi x fem!Reader x Seishu Inui

Summary: fem!Reader is roommates and became best friends with Hajime Kokonoi and Seishu Inui. Hajime and Seishu are in an established relationship but they feel like something is missing.

Word Count: 2,096  Warning: Koko and Inui are in an established relationship, cursing, and smut (blowjob, making out, groping, eating pussy/face sitting, unprotected sex, little dirty talk, creampie, cum eating, and cum swapping)

Tag: @sweetbbyshion for Sunday Spitroast Collab

Like, reblogging, and kind comments are appreciated.

[Middle Photo Credit: Nanin]

Your eyes are glued to the monitor, trying to complete the new quest. Only the sounds of loud and fast clicking from your mechanical keyboard bounce off the walls. Yes! You groan in victory, finally grinding long enough to reach the end and get the gold and other prizes. Leaning back on your gamer chair, you feel the dryness in your eyes starting to settle in. You look away from your screen to see the flashing of the time on your clock. Shit, it’s 3 AM. Turning off your computer, removing your headphones, and placing it on a hook, you head for the kitchen to grab a glass of water before bed.

You quietly open your bedroom door, not wanting to disturb your best friends and discreetly tiptoe into the kitchen. The living room is dark but the TV plays some movie credits and the bright lights lead a path for you to cross to your destination. Curiously looking over, you see Koko straddling Inui passionately making out, not aware that you are in the room. Oops, quietly giggling to yourself, you turn away, not wanting to feel intrusive. 

This isn’t the first time you have caught them making out. At first, they (mostly Inui) felt embarrassed but you insisted it’s not a big deal. When it comes to romance, you are open minded. Opening the cabinet to grab a cup, you hear Koko’s cute little whimpers. You smile to yourself, thinking how adorable he sounds as you pour some water into your cup. As you are about to take a drink, your eyes widen when you see Inui stand up, facing sideways from the TV, and take out his cock. You can’t quite see his length or girth but notice that Koko gets down on his knees.

“Suck it.” Inui strokes his cock with a demanding tone, ooh… It is hard for you to turn your gaze away.

“Make me.” Koko’s teasing tone, you imagine Koko sticking out his tongue making a ‘bleh’ sound. Inui grabs Koko’s black hair, shoving his cock in his mouth and making Koko gag. 

“Fuckin brat.” Inui throws his head back, letting out a low groan, pumping his cock in and out of Koko’s mouth. Feeling tingles in your nether regions, you shake your head. What the fuck is wrong with me? You feel guilty for getting turned on by this. But now you’re not even sure how to discreetly go back to your room without getting caught. Gonna have to wait it out. Listening to Koko gag, moan, and make sloppily noises only makes you rub your thighs together, wishing this pressure down south will subside. “Bet [Y/n]’s lips would feel good too.”

“Wha-” You gasp loudly and covering your mouth, fuck fuck fuck! Your face heats up, hearing Inui call your name. Did you really just hear him say that?

“[Y/n]?” Inui definitely heard your gasp, “Are you in the kitchen?” You hear Koko release Inui’s cock with a loud pop sound. 

“I don’t hear her keyboard clicks.” 

“[Y/n], come out.” Inui’s tone is soft, you slowly show yourself from the kitchen. Inui shyly covers his erection. “Did we… scare you?” The end of his question is above a whisper, uncertain how you would think of them. Your eyes widened in surprise.

“No, of course not! I was just-.”

“Come join us.” Koko’s devilish smirk appears, flustering you even more. Is he joking? He lightly smacks Inui’s hand away to show off his erection. “You heard him, didn’t you?” Koko strokes Inui’s cock, “Don’t you want to suck Inupi’s cock?” From the TV’s reflection, Inui’s cock lights up in a way that tempts you closer. He's definitely above average size. 

Gulping, your legs move on their own and Koko scooch over for you to kneel next to him. Now you have a closer look at Inui’s cock, your mouth waters at the curve of his shape. Taking your hand, you wrap it around his cock right above Koko’s hand. Inui’s breath hitches when he feels how soft your hand is. Both you and Koko work together to create a rhythm, Inui lets out a low moan. Enjoying two different hands on him, the softness of your hand and the firmness from Koko.

“Why don’t you suck him off?” Koko whispers huskily in your ear, hoping to entice you. As though you are hypnotized, you nod and put yourself right in front of Inui. Koko sits closely behind you, “His tip is sensitive.” His hands are now on your plush thighs, rubbing them up and down sensually. “Want to start licking there?”

Listening to Koko, you lightly lick Inui’s tip and his breath hitches again, wanting more from you. Your heart is beating rapidly, determined to make Inui feel good. You suck on his tip hard, earning a whimper from Inui’s lips and your panties grow wet. Koko’s warm hands roaming underneath your clothes. Inching to reach for your tits, you arch your back giving him consent and feeling his erection pressing on your back. Koko grabs a handful of your tits, moaning along with you and enjoying how they feel.

“I knew your tits would feel amazing.” Sucking and nibbling on your exposed neck, you relish the rhythm of Koko’s tongue. Seeing how often Koko sticks out his tongue, you guess he knows how to use his tongue well. Now you know very well and from experience. His black irises watch you enthusiastically suck off his boyfriend, smirking into your neck, “You look so pretty with his cock stuffed in your mouth.” Rolling and pinching your nipples, you let out a needy moan and the vibration makes Inui’s cock throbs even more.

Bobbing your head, feeling eager to have Inui to cum inside your mouth but he stops you before he ejaculates. “Wa-wait.” He grabs your chin, staring down at your eyes and swollen lips. “I don’t want to cum in your mouth.”

“Where do you want to cum, Inupi?” Feeling Koko’s smirk on your exposed neck, he squeezes your tits a bit harder.

In the next blurry minute, everyone is stripped from their clothes. Koko lays down on the large wooden coffee table, you are on all fours with Koko’s pretty cock in your face and your wet pussy in his. He can practically smell your erotically divine aroma, making his mouth water. Inui is standing over Koko’s head, legs apart and rubbing his cock along your wet slit. You moan needily and shake with even more excitement when you feel Koko’s heavy breaths on your clit. Grabbing Koko’s cock, you begin sucking and swallowing his entire cock and Koko moans. Inui prod his cock in between your folds, sinking in, feeling your wet gummy walls welcoming him in. 

“Argh…” Holding onto your hips, enjoying the warmth of your pussy.

“How-how does she feel, Inupi?” Koko tries asking his question but the way you suck his cock makes him almost speechless. Licking, sucking, and slobbering over his dick makes him melt.

“S’ fuckin tight.” Wanting to savor the way your cunt squeezing him. “Feel s’ good.” Slowly pumping in and out, hearing your wetness makes him want to unleash his desires for you. He grips your hips tighter to pick up the speed, the sound of skin slapping and Koko’s lapping turns you on even more. Koko flatten his tongue to lick your clit with more pressure, making your pussy clench Inui’s cock. Then he strategically licks from your needy clit to Inui’s dick when he pulls out. Tasting yours and Inui’s essences. 

“Mmmmph!” Crying into Koko’s cock, your stomach tightens feeling your orgasm is coming. Inui feels your pussy squeezing him, he thrusts into you harder and faster and Koko attaches his lips to your clit and sucks on it hard. Squealing, your folds flutter and creaming around Inui’s shaft. Inui ferals over the white ring you create, fucking you even harder.

“Ahhh!” Removing your mouth away from Koko’s cock, replacing your mouth with your hand stroking it faster. “Seishuuuuuu!” The brutal pace almost makes your eyes roll back, the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot over and over again.

“That’s it, Inupi.” Koko moaning and bucking his hips up, fucking his drenched cock into your soft hand. “Fuck her harder.” Getting closer to his orgasm. “Wanna see you cum.” Inui’s movements are growing sloppy and his cock is twitching. Inui squeezes your hips holding it in place for him to spill his cum inside your wet pussy and groans in bliss. Right at the same time, Koko cums all over your hand and moans softly. 

Holding your hips for a couple minutes, Inui releases your hips and steps back while pulling his cock out of your cunt. Koko observes Inui’s cum dripping out of your hole, he grabs your thighs to lower yourself down on his face. His tongue dips into your cum filled hole, eating Inui’s cum along with yours, startling you.

“Oh god, Koko!” You are squirming due to sensitivity, he strongly grips onto your thighs, refusing for you to get away from him. Koko’s cum on your hand is now dripping down to your forearm. You curiously lick it up, tasting a bit of bitterness but its tolerable. Koko enthusiastically slurps your cunt, and in a few minutes he removes his tongue. It signals you to lift your body off of him, Koko pulls your arm and lifts his body up to kiss you. His lips are soft and wet from your arousal and Inui’s, his tongue forces your lips to open. Your eyes widen when Koko pushes Inui’s cum in your mouth. Inui watching the both of you swapping his cum with your tongues makes him hot again.

You and Koko are messily and openly making out, making wet lewd noises, hands roaming on each other’s bodies. Soon Inui’s cum is distributed, you both swallow his cum along with each other’s saliva. Koko gives you small pecks on your lips before leaning in to kiss you deeply. It is passionate and romantic, never had you thought he would kiss you this way. Inui feeling jealous and left out, he lightly cups your cheek and turns your focus on him. He slant his lips against yours, the way he kisses you brings butterflies to your stomach.

“Been wanting to kiss and taste you for so long.” Koko boldly admits his desires for you. Breaking your kiss from Inui, you stare at his black irises in surprise. “Surprised to hear that?” His smirk is smug but his tone is playful. 

“Yes…” Inui, who is now sitting on the coffee table, lays his head on your shoulder. “I had no idea you guys … felt that way about me.” 

“We would’ve told you sooner if you weren’t always playing computer games in your room.” Koko sticks his tongue out to make a ‘bleh’ sound, teasing you. 

“Oh. Sorry.” Feeling your cheeks heats up in embarrassment. Memories flood into your mind when you do have movie nights, they always want you to be in the middle and have you lean on one of them and the other would lay on you. Or when they go out of their way to buy you your favorite snacks or games. Or when you take the train with them, they always shield you so other people don’t bump into you. Or when a guy does come up to talk to you, they always have their hands on you. I’m so dumb…

 Inui snuggles into your neck and wraps his arms around you, interrupting your thoughts. “Don’t be.” Placing soft kisses on your neck. “I hope you know, this isn’t a one time thing. We do genuinely have feelings for you.”

“We want to be with you, that is if you want to be with us.” Koko tilts his head to the side and smiles cutely. 

“Of course, I do.” You would be crazy enough to say no to these sweet guys. Inui smiles softly, squeezing you more lovingly. Koko whips out his phone, looking for something. “What are you doing?”

“Ordering a bigger bed.” Koko scrolls through his options, Inui leans in to look at them too.

“What about this one?” 

“That one is not bad but I want to make sure [Y/n] is comfortable. Like this one.” Koko shows both you and Inui of his choice. You couldn’t help but to laugh softly at how Koko is being so considerate of you. Well this is your new boyfriends for you. 

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Monstertober Day 1:

The Big Bad Wolf

Pairing: Dark!Werewolf!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Dub con, Dead dove: Do not eat, chasing, sex in a forest, scratching, biting, belly bulge, angst, near death, dacryphilia, bruises (not the kinky kind), begging (for him to stop), apologetic Bucky, beefy!bucky, lumberjack!bucky

Nicknames: Bunny

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Happy October 1st everyone! Nothing like a little werewolf!Bucky to get you in the spirit. See you all on the 5th of October for Orc!Bucky🎃

The setting sun cast its orange glow upon Bucky’s chiseled face, emphasising his sharp features. He’s staring out into the assortment of trees, some turning yellow, some turning a deep red and others a mix of both. His breath sent out a cloud of smoke that twirled in the air. You couldn’t focus on the picturesque landscape before you with Bucky here, your eyes scanned over his toned arms bulging out of his plaid shirt’s rolled up sleeves. His entire body was unfair, those hours of chopping wood and building things had really paid off. His slightly tanned skin glistened in the sunset. He turned towards you, smirking at the fact he caught you staring “looks like someone’s got a staring problem, Bunny.” He chuckles, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead.

You pout “I think Sam would say the same about you.” You retort, deviously. Bucky sighs rolling his eyes

“Do you have to mention that punk? I have to deal with him all week long at the lumberyard, I do not want to even think about him when I’m with you up here.” He frowns, looking back out into the distance. You giggle at his stroppiness.

Time to change the subject, you decide “It’s a full moon tonight, maybe we’ll see some wolves up here orrrrr” you stared at him intensely “a werewolf!” You giggled at your words, Bucky did not laugh, you pouted at him.

“It’s not a full moon tonight.” He stated firmly, his voice tremors slightly—to just anyone it wouldn’t be noticable, but you knew Bucky. Something was off. You stopped laughing, opening your eyes and slowly turning back towards him.

“Yeah it is, I have the moon chart right here on my phone.” You reached into your pocket and began flicking through your photo gallery “It’s fine, Bucky, werewolves aren't real if that’s what you’re worried about.” You finally found it, and sure enough you were correct; tonight was a full moon “See! Boom! Full moon, I told you it was. I remember checking, because was so excited. I’ve never been out this far from the city on a full moon, I bet it’s gonna be so beautiful. I can’t wait, especially because I’m with you.” You muttered the last part, casting your gaze down to Bucky’s rough, working hands. You’d watched him chop wood just a few hours earlier. The way his large calloused hands gripped the handle of the axe made your mind race and your body grow hot, you wanted him so badly. You stroked his knuckles, he was so warm.

“You need to go. Now.” His voice came out in almost a growl, you picked up his hand. He pulled it away “Leave. Get as far as you can.” He warned. You looked at him with pure confusion, your heart hurt at his rejection.

The sky grew darker, fading into a pale navy, the moon was bright tonight, its glow already piercing through the slowly dissipating clouds. You tried to find words to argue with him, your eyes burning with tears, you tried to blink them away. It had been going so well “Bucky? What’s up with you.” You turned back towards him, his nostrils flared out in anger. He was panting heavily, constantly moving, unable to sit still. His eyes were darker than usual and his entire face was coated in a thin sheen of sweat “Are you feeling alright? Should I call an ambulance? You don’t look well.”

Your hands grew sweaty and your stomach bubbled with nerves. Bucky let out a grunt and a skin crawling crackle rang out, his body began to grow—his shirt tearing at the seams and white tuffs of pelt spewing out of the rips. You watch, body frozen in horror as he morphs into a white beast before your eyes. Adrenaline prickles in your belly as you take in the sight before you. His hand you had just been holding were now partly paw, covered in white fur. His handsome jaw, dusted in stubble, had converted into a white furry maw with a shiny black nose on the end and rows of sharp, carnivorous teeth. His greyish blue eyes that you adored staring into were gone, replaced by reflective almond shaped yellow irises that glowered at you, sizing you up like you were an actual bunny. You shrunk in on yourself as you stumbled to your feet.

“GO!” He bellowed, letting out a pained groan as his transformation completed itself. The last of his shirt tore off him and he stood from the deck. His furious glare met your eyes as you stood dumbfounded at the literally werewolf in front of you. You fumbled in your pockets for your keys, he let out a deep hole and your hands shook, your keys fell from your hands. You had no time. You were face to face with your demise.

You set off into the thicket of trees, cursing yourself for dropping your keys. A sob caught in your throat, as you ran as fast as your legs could take you. You could hear him behind you, twigs snapping beneath his monstrous white paws; crushing them so easily, the image of you breaking beneath him just as easily flashed in your mind. Him snapping your arms under his weight. the agony. Him cracking your ribs as he tore out your trachea with his canines. The vinegary taste of vomit rose into your mouth, you reluctantly swallowed. The crisp forest air made you dizzy as you desperately drank down oxygen, shielding your face from the heaps of brambles that you sprinted through.

The towering blue firs stretched endlessly into the horizon, some thick and ancient others thin, weedy and new. It was only half an hour ago that Bucky had toured you through these woods; he had pointed out marks carved into the trees by previous wonders of this forest, before it had been sold as a plot of land. He told you about the history, he spoke of men, women and children with sepia skin and the horrors they had befallen at the hand of colonisers. But that was all behind you now. Now you were close to becoming history, you could hear his ragged breathing flitting around you as he dashed through trees, as you turned your head back you could see his white fur darting between the foliage. His coat as white as driven snow.

You smacked into the ground, head colliding with the packed, solid dirt slightly hidden by its crispy carpet of orange, yellow and brown. White hot pain ran through your forearms, you swiped your hands over the scraped skin on both. Blood slowly emerging from the pink fleshy wounds. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears

Thump

Thump

Thump

Your lungs burned as you took in gulps of air, you tried to get your feet. You couldn’t. You let out a yelp as you attempted to stand, your eyes flew to your ankle; the skin already tinged purple and red. You hesitantly stroked it, you let out an involuntary whimper and withdrew your hand, offended by your own touch.

Thump

Thump

Crack

Your fate dawned upon you. You swivelled your head around rapidly. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the low grumble that echoed through the forest. You stared up at the moon. Its buttermilk shine in full intensity, almost blinding, peering through the tree tops at your pathetic state. Mocking you with its beauty. Your vision swims as you snivel at your dejected, miserable state. Werewolves aren’t real. This has to be some sick joke, but you’d seen him turn. You heard his bones crackle and pop as he grew into a humanoid wolf.

You hoped you’d wake up soon from this nightmare.

Crunch

Your head spun to the left, but before your eyes could even focus—he was on top of you. The weight of him pushed you back into the forest floor. You began thrashing against his paws grip, could you even call them paws? They were his hands, rough and calloused but now they had thick black pads on the palms. So familiar, yet unfamiliar. The familiarity brang you reassurance, but the thick tufts of fur tickling your arms brought you unease and foreboding. One of his hands keeps you in place, shoving you painfully into the ground, the pressure making it hard to breath, his claw rips through your thin shorts with ease. His thick black claws cut through the fabric like butter. His nail catches on the globe of one of your ass cheeks, you hiss in pain and try to pull away from him. It’s futile. He warns you against moving with a growl “James. James, please, please stop, I'm begging you. Please.” You plead . He continues, disregarding your whines, shoving himself between your legs, the cold snuffling of his nose is contrasted by warm saliva dripping from his mouth onto your slit. You whimper and close your legs, but his paw grabs your thigh and holds your legs open. His rough paw pad scratched your soft skin and he sunk his claws into your thigh “Ow! Fuck! Bucky!” You yelled, kicking at him with your foot. You regret your action instantly, pain shooting through your sprained ankle. Bucky grumbles and sits on the foot, you let out a deafening scream, the agony making your vision flash white “Get off!” You demand beating your fists into the ground. To your surprise he did, his head returning in between your legs, his muzzle nudging your inner thigh. You heard him take a long inhale before pressing his cold, wet nose to your entrance. His tongue flopped out of his mouth, licking a long stripe from your clit all the way to your ass. He snarled softly and began to feast on your pussy. Despite the pain you were wet, you dug your nails into the dirt below you moaning as his tongue brushed your clit.

It’s just Bucky. You tried to assure yourself, it wasn’t working.

You couldn’t help the dread that ran through you as his thick, rough tongue unskillfully lapped at your pussy. The licks were long and slow, they were not prioritising your pleasure. Instead it was his own form of savouring you, you were a meal to him. You bit down on your bottom lip painfully, he was going to kill you, wasn’t he? Eat you, leave nothing but bone. More tears slipped down your cheeks, your hair clinging to the wet salty trails—tickling at your eyes. His tongue plunged into your hole eliciting a squeak from you in response to the intrusion, you shifted below his grip and he growled; you could feel his tongue vibrate inside of you, his teeth pressing into your lips as he shoved himself further between your legs. His tongue travels deeper into you. You could feel it graze your cervix as he swallowed all your juices. Warm pleasure grew in you belly replacing the sickness that was rising, you were going to come on this monster's tongue.

It’s just Bucky. You assured yourself, this time it helped.

You raised your hips and pressed yourself into him, he let out a happy rumbling in response as he continued to eat your pussy with vigour “gonna come! Ahh- Bucky!” You keened, the vibrations from his purring sending you over the edge. Your slick soaked his muzzle as you came harder than you ever had before. Bucky had always been skilled at eating you out, but his tongue now was unbeatable.He pulled his tongue out and you collected any remaining juices before pulling away. The frigid night breeze blew against your dripping cunt sending a shiver through you.

You felt his thick heavy cock rest against your back, it was scalding hot dripping with precum. You didn’t need to see it to know that it wasn’t going to fit. Just the feeling of the shaft alone, almost as girthy as a coke can. You were mortified “It’s not going to fit! Bucky!” You insisted, pushing on your elbows to get up. He gave a light push between your shoulder blades and you were back on the ground. The small stones and sticks digging into the red impressions already on your cheeks. Bucky let out a snarl, before lining the head of his dick up to your entrance, his hands—borderline paws— push on your shoulders as he thrusted into you. Even after your orgasm, he barely fit. He ruts himself into you with short, shallow thrusts coaxing you open. Pain shots through you with every inch that tears you open. “A-a-ahh!” Your howl. You were sure he was going to rip you in two. He groaned as he bottomed out, he was crammed uncomfortably inside. He couldn’t fit it all inside at this angle. He pulled out and let out a feral growl, that shook you to your core as he began to fuck you. He set a brutal pace, slamming his hips into your repeatedly as roughly as possible. You were so impossibly full. Despite the pain and terror, pleasure began to rise in your hips and knot forming inside you.

He leaned over you, his furry chest flush against your arching back. You felt the point of his sharp teeth glide against your skin and you felt him sniffing at your throat, his hot breath fanning at the back of your neck and the cold dampness of his nose grazing the curve of your neck. You pray he’ll realise it’s you. That he’ll pull out. It was still so painful “James…?” You question in a hushed voice. He doesn’t respond, instead he sinks his teeth into your shoulder and you screech, flailing on the ground against the crushing grip of his claws, kicking up the dirt underneath your feet. His wet, scorching tongue laps at the blood running out of the fresh wounds hungrily and you whimper from the pain that pulses through you every single time. His wolf-like ears turned at the sound he rubbed his snout into your neck, almost as if he was trying to soothe you. His blood stained tongue drinks up the tears sliding down your cheeks “Jamie?” You sob, your pussy involuntarily clenches around him as he moves hips. The bulbous head of his cock collides with your cervix painfully once again. Then he wraps one of his arms fully around your torso and pulls you up so that you are sat straddled on his lap. Your hands fly around his broad neck, grabbing at his fur so as to not fall off of him. In this position his full length fit inside you, you had thought you were full before but now you felt so stuffed, so full of him. The length of him was torturous. You look down at where you’re connected, but the sight of his cock bulging inside of you captures your attention. One of his paws moves from your hips and strokes at the protrusion. He lets out a primal growl and nips at the other side of your throat. If you survived the night you were going to be covered in bites, bruises and scars. This night was going to follow you for the rest of your life. You didn’t know if you’d ever be able to face him again.

His claws cut into your hips, the marks prickling with fresh blood and he squeezes down with a bruising grip. You feel him getting larger inside of you, then reality hits. His knot. He was going to knot you. You threw your head into his shoulder, your hands flying to his head scratching desperately. Whimpering at your impending doom. He let out what sounded like a chuckle at your thrashing, the look he gave you almost as if to say “let it happen bunny.” Your lip wobbled and you shrieked as you felt your hole catch on the expanding knot at the base of his cock “no, mercy, please.” You cried, burying you head into his hairy muscular chest, he still smelt the same

It’s just Bucky. It’s just Bucky.

Your chant wasn’t working as the burning pain from your hole cleared your head of any thoughts. A scream from deep within you left your mouth, as your body made an effort to adjust to his growing size. You bit down on the skin of his coarse chest to muffle your cries, his long white fur glueing to your tongue. The texture disgusts you, but the pain overrides it. The pain overrides everything, even the brief pleasure you felt as he fucked into you was now replaced by pain. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, his fiery white glowing eyes haunting you even with your eyes closed.

Your eyes shoot open, you bare your teeth groaning at the pain as his knot catches on your hole. His pace becomes sloppy. He’s close, so very close. You throw your head back, the knot inside you snapping, sending a pulse of heat through your entire being as he finally locks inside you; his knot expanding to full size as he paints your insides with his cum, there’s so much. Too much. Your stomach swells with how much cum he pumps into you. You can feel it leaking out of you as he continues to come, moving his hips as much as he can while being trapped inside. Tears leak from your eyes and spit dribbles from your mouth, you can’t help your walls fluttering around him. So overstimulated, so much pain. It’s all become one. The world around you starts to fade away as he lays back, allowing you to be splayed out on his chest. Your body is numb as he twists you so you can bury your face into him. The heat radiating off of him brings you solace as the last bit of adrenaline fades.

“What the fuck happened last night?” He questioned groggily, tousling his hair sleepily. He shielded his eyes from the early morning sun.

Why the fuck could he see the sun?

His blood ran cold. He felt something lying on top of him, his eyes hesitantly drifted below him “Holy shit. Bunny?” He sat up, your body was limp, but warm. Then he took in the state of you. The giant bite mark on your throat, the leaves and twigs tangled in your hair, cuts and bruises adorned your skin “Y/N…?” His voice wobbled, he stroked his rough knuckles over the dark black and purple bruise circling your right eye. Bucky whimpered, his enhanced hearing allowed him to hear your heartbeat. It was weak and laboured. He picked you up in his arms and cuddled you close. Your eyes opened slowly.

“Buck?” You questioned, his heart clenched at your hoarse little voice. You sounded so innocent, so confused and a tad scared.

“I’m right here Bunny. The scary wolf is gone. Bucky’s gonna protect you. I’m gonna make this right I promise.” You smiled contently.

It’s just Bucky after all.

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May I ask Camila Queiroz as a face claim, please?

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yourinstagram is it too much?

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harryfan1 NEVER omg

harryfan2 you’re so pretty are you kidding me?

harryfan3 the way I’d wear this to a harry concert

↳yourinstagram I just might 😉

harrystyles I say do more.

↳yourinstagram of course you do

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harryandy/n harry and y/n are in Paris together!

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harryfan1 harry totally took that picture of her 🥺

↳harryfan2 they’re probably on a picnic date at the Eiffel tower :(

↳harryfan3 that should be me ugh

harryfan4 ugh I can’t even see what he’s wearing but I already know it’s a slay

harryfan5 I bet they’re there for their anniversary I could swear it was coming up

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yourinstagram playing dress up

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harryfan1 this dress is amazing omg

harryfan2 another fit I would 100% wear to a harry concert

↳harryfan3 I swear she’s my outfit inspo for all my shows

harrystyles I’m obsessed with you.

↳yourinstagram other fact that you could just say this to my face since I’m sat right next to you 🤭

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yourinstagram teamwork makes the dream work. thanks for the most fun dress @ harrylambert

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harryfan1 the fact that harry styles her is so cute to me

harryfan2 I bet they have just the cutest friendship

↳harry_lambert we do, she’s my lil bestie 🫶🏻

↳harrystyles woah you’re stealing my best friend now?

↳yourinstagram plenty of me to go around

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harryfan1 Harry was out in london today with y/n via twitter

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harryfan1 they’re so cute does anyone have photos??

↳harryfan2 harry said no photos but I’m sure someone took a sneaky one

harryfan3 I saw them leaving lunch they were so cute holding hands and harry was giggling at her

harryfan4 I’m so happy for harry

harryfan5 london harry is my fav harry tbh

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harryupdates harry in London today!

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harryfan1 he’s so cute omg

harryfan2 the house on his shorts? we love subtle harry’s house promo

harryfan3 THE ICONIC FISHERMAN HAT IS BACK

harryfan4 he said he wasn’t taking any pictures cause him and y/n were on a date 🥺

harryfan5 his lil yellow phone case

I hope this is okay, I feel like it wasn’t my best work but I really liked making the fake tweets it’s was different 😚

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'Smile!'

For the Day 1 prompt! @jilytoberfest

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‘I still don’t get why you bother with that chunky muggle thing, we can’t even move in those photographs!’

‘You know,’ Lily’s sweet tone was betrayed by the roll of her eyes. ‘It’s nostalgic, and I can’t really expect Mum and Dad to frame wizard photos.’

‘Why not? We keep that horrible vase your sister’s given us, they can keep something of ours.’

‘You know,’ she starts again, ‘Muggles don’t usually keep moving pictures around, now I wouldn’t be opposed to that, but that would mean she’d have to hide it… and I don’t think Mum would want to hide any of us.’

James straightens his back. ‘Yeah, you’re right, we make too good of a family to keep it to ourselves. The Muggles deserve to see the handsomest of them all.’

That makes Lily giggle and peck her husband on the cheek. She reaches for the polaroid camera that lay discarded on the coffee table, James never figured out how to work it.

‘Smile!’ She exclaims, and right before the camera clicks, James starts tickling the small baby sitting on his lap. Lily rejoices, sure she must have caught the moment.

‘Mum and Dad are going to love this.’

James stands up, Harry’s head resting on his chest as he recovers from the attack. ‘I bet, they’re going to make a right fuss as soon as they see how much this little guy’s teeth have grown. Is that right, Haz? Is grandma going to send another letter complaining about how we never bring you over so she can smother you in peace?’ He speaks in an exaggerated silly voice that makes Harry laugh and reach for James’ face.

‘Oh, please, at least they don’t yell! If I get another howler over breakfast from Euphemia telling me we need to visit soon and bring Harry because they have more gifts for him…’

‘Hey, leave her be! You know she gets lonely, alone with Dad in that big house, her two kids away –‘

‘Talking about her kids,’ interrupts Lily, waving the polaroid near her face. ‘Is Padfoot dropping by soon?’

Harry seems to perk at the mention of his Godfather. ‘Pa’foo?’ He asks, big green eyes travelling from his mother back to his father.

‘Yeah, yeah, your beloved will be here soon,’ says James, talking to Harry rather than Lily. ‘I still can’t believe that was his first word.’ He mutters that to himself.

Mere moments later, the telltale roar of Sirius’ motorbike can be heard from outside their home, and the familiar sound makes Harry clap and laugh in anticipation.

‘Talk of the devil…’ utters James, but he was smiling from ear to ear.

Lily’s eyes roll back as she watches her husband excitedly go for the door. She follows them and crosses her arms, leaning against the wall with what she’s sure is a sickeningly sweet look; watching her son smile big and squish Sirius’ cheeks in his tiny hands whenever his Godfather picks him up does that to her.

‘Heard from a little birdie that little Bambi was missing his Pa’foo?’ Sirius coos while kissing one of Harry’s hands, and Lily was sure that if she tried telling any of their old classmates the Tall, Dark and Handsome Sirius Black actually spends at least three days of the week making a baby voice for her son, they’d say she was mental. Oh, yeah, they’d require proof to believe that.

Struck by an idea, she makes her way back to the coffee table and picks up the discarded muggle camera before quickly walking back and snapping a picture of the scene. Sirius, noticing the click, finally stops fussing over Harry and turns to Lily.

‘I hope that’s not your muggle rubbish, Evans,’ he jokes and Lily laughs freely because she knows he doesn’t mean any of it. ‘I want proper pictures of this baby here, need this charming smile in my wallet to balance the dad’s ugly face.’

‘I’m afraid you’ll have to make do,’ she retorts and shakes the fresh picture as James makes an indignant noise. ‘And it’s ‘Potter’ now, you of all people should know, best man.’

‘Yeah, yeah, sure, let me see that.’ Sirius dismisses the conversation when he notices the picture developing.

Soon, all three of them are looking fondly at the blurry photograph in Lily’s hand and Sirius takes it before turning his attention back to Harry, who had started crying out for him.

‘You know…’ whispers James, ‘We are going to use wizard film for my parents. No this isn’t up for debate! Mum will skin me alive if I send her still, blurry pictures of her grandson – hey, stop laughing!'

[leonwifey]

“𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬.” — every day you're reminded of what exactly home is.

˚୨୧ genre — fluff, domestic au

˚୨୧ word count — 843

˚୨୧ note — is this thing on? hi hi hi leon hive/leon nation!! this is my first fic ever and what better fun than to write for raccoon city's finest? anyways, pls enjoy~

Home. You've finally been able to grasp the concept of what home was to you. The little bedroom you currently stand in holds you in an embrace that tells you exactly what home is supposed to feel like. Framed photos are perched in rushed placement on a dresser. Photos that remind you of why you’re even in this city in the first place. Photos that remind you of him. All of him, really.

It’s merely been a few weeks since you two moved in, but the apartment was quick to eat up all the traces and details of him. From the way his blue toothbrush sits patiently on his side of the sink to the sight of his cold unfinished coffee on the counter. As you pass the mirror on the way to the kitchen, you stop in your tracks to blink at your reflection. It’s a silly sight. You even look like him, too. 

Playing with the hem of his stolen R.P.D. sweatshirt, you smile at yourself. Your eyes trail along every part of your body where you see him. The small hands he can never let go of, the neck that’s embarrassingly littered with love bites, and even the blue toe nails that he took a hand at painting. Most of all, you seem to be glistening. Happy even. “You look good.” You say, beaming.

A voice you know all too well breaks your trance. “Who looks good?”

“Leon!” Gasping, you rush to greet your boyfriend at the door. “You’re home early.”

He stops untying his shoelaces to look up at you with a quizzical expression. “Should I go back?”

“No! No, you big idiot!” You pout playfully as Leon fills the room with his sweet laughter. 

Finally, he stands and plants a kiss to your temple before caging you in his large arms. You melt into his embrace immediately, humming against his warm chest and familiar musky scent. Rocking the two of you in a little dance, your arms slip underneath his and your fingers slither up in search of the tips of golden hair. “Missed you today.” Leon mumbles into your hair.

“Really?” You tease, leaning back to brush his bangs away from his eyes.

“Really, really.” 

“Huh, is that so…” You attempt to untangle yourself from his hold, but your boyfriend isn't one to let go easily. “What are you… H-Hey!” 

And just like that, you’re being swept off your feet by him once more, choking on giggles as you plead for him to put you down. Little hands hit at his broad back weakly in an attempt to be freed and even over his shoulder do you see his playful boyish smile. You’re back in the bedroom in no time and ungracefully plop onto the bed with an ‘oomph.’ There’s little time to readjust your position and catch your breath because Leon practically pounces on you, grabbing hold of your hands immediately. Shivering at the way he laces his fingers with yours, you blink up at the blue eyes you adore so much. “Alright,” You exhale. “You missed me.”

“You bet I did.” He answers, diving down to pepper your face with kisses upon kisses. 

Instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist to pull him in closer and you free one hand to cup his face. He’s quick to lean into your touch and you smile, sneaking a glance at the promise ring on your finger. Leon makes sure to place a kiss on every part of your face, which causes you to grow a bit impatient whenever he saves your lips for last. The lips that kiss yours are soft and obvious with need, but there’s no doubt that this feels like a lock and key to your little home.

You can’t help but smile when you pull apart and you're greeted with the sight of your reflection in the ocean of those blue, blue eyes of his. Leon looks at you like you’re meant to be his, kisses you like he’s destined to, loves you like there’s no tomorrow. As if there is no other place he would rather be.

Brushing a thumb along his cheek, you beam at him. “Can I ask you something?”

He turns his head to press a kiss to your palm before laying down beside you, arm resting lazily against your torso. “Anything.”

“What's home like to you?” You ask innocently.

"You," Leon replies instantly. “It’s you. It’s when I get back from work and you’re the first thing I see. Or when I wake up and you’re right there, right next to me. It’s just… It’s all of you.”

For a moment you’re silent, watching him play with your fingers in the air, fiddling with the sparkling silver band on your fourth. You bite your lip to stop the giddy smile that threatens to creep onto your face.

“Okay.” You breathe sheepishly, suddenly feeling your face heat up.

A kiss is planted onto your inner wrist. “I love you, okay? Don’t ever forget it.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, love.”

[dreamcatcherrs]

dating a faceless streamer/youtuber; mcyt x reader

+ this was a request, but it got deleted in my drafts ;-; sorry!

dream:

since he is also a faceless youtuber

he’s very understanding of keeping your privacy

and whatever reason you have to not reveal your face, he respects it

he knows what it’s like to have people tell him to face reveal

sometimes his voice will just appear in the back of your streams/videos

like in sapnap’s with the question about one direction

and chat is like, how long has he been here?????

the two of you would hint at a face reveal

and then after weeks brush it off like it was nothing

because you like to torture the fans, I guess🙄

because dream never has a face cam on

he has the perfect seat for you on his lap whenever he streams/films

and the same thing goes for when you film/stream; he’ll be sitting right next to you with his hand in yours or on your thigh

you’re known as the faceless couple

georgenotfound:

it really doesn't bother him at all that you’re a faceless streamer/youtuber

I don't see him as the type to post a whole lot of pictures with his s/o anyways

or something along those lines

so it wouldn't make a big difference to him

would just think it was funny to tease chat about knowing what you look like, when they don't

and then having them just hear you voice in the background of his videos sometimes

but not actually seeing you

he kinda likes that your relationship is more concealed

and that it’s harder for people to come at you when they don't know what you look like exactly, just because he’s dating you

because that would honestly be his biggest worry when revealing your relationship

so he’s happy that’s one less worry :)

sapnap:

does everything to not get people to beg for a face reveal

he doesn't want people to put that kind of pressure on you

especially if they go after you for it just because you're dating him

like, he will make a video about it if he has to

or tweet about it

the last thing he wants is for the fake fans to try and reveal your face or other things about you

when clearly that’s what you wanna keep private

that being said, he’d do so many streams with you

wether it’s gong against each other, or being on the same team

you always have so much fun together

even if you're literally in the same room together

if his face cam is on, he’d look over at you every now and then and send you a smile or some shit like that

there’s some pretty cute moments - expect a compilation

badboyhalo:

bad would be really proud to have an s/o who did youtube/streamed

and he would for sure help you out if you ever needed him to!

like with coding

or just general growth in your channel

wouldn't really care if you showed your face or not - whatever you're happy with makes him happy

he would just make sure that you never felt pressured to show your face

he knows people out there can be meanies

and come for you just because you don't show your face

and he’d always be there to talk to about it if it ever stressed you out

he would also make sure that you didn't hide your face because you didn’t like it or something like that

and if that was the case, you bet he’d be reassuring you

calling your all kinds of sweet things and show you lots of love

he takes lots of pictures of his two favourite girls

you and rat, of course (without showing your face, obviously)

technoblade:

he actually really likes that you're a faceless streamer/youtuber

like, he doesn't notice how much he likes it

before he realises all of the times you'd sneaked some hand-holding while streaming, or shared little kisses when on mute wouldn't have been possible if you both didn't show your faces

you’d share these secret glances when streaming/filming together

and no one would even know about it

sometimes his chat hears a little talking in the background from you

but techno just brushes it off like you weren't sitting right next to him the entire time

and vice versa

he also just stays with you when you're working

sharing small touches and words

chat also notice eventually how much you gush over each other without noticing

it happens A LOT more than you realise

especially from his side🤭

wilbur soot:

okay so

I think wilbur would have a hard time not showing you off to stream every second of the day

he would just always talk about you and want you there with him in his streams

and miss your touch after 5 minutes of being apart

but would be totally respectful of you wanting to remain faceless

he would just talk to you from an angle where chat couldnt see you

but yeah, he loves that you do the same type of job as him

and most of all, you motivate each other on days where you can't be bothered to even get out of bed

you’re definitely that couple that everyone makes cute compilations of

and that everyone strives to be

chat loves you, what more can I say

corpse husband:

ANOTHER FACELESS COUPLE

the power you two hold over everyone is actually immaculate

you stream/film together all the time

just having fun and being yourselves

he would definitely ask if you could join the games he plays with others when streaming

and if that wasn't possible, he’d just get you to come into his room and be part of it that way

he teases you a lot on stream

both cutely and mischievously

and your viewers are like👀

while his chat is just going crazy

you share lots of giggles

like, seriously, the majority of the videos/streams consists of you two laughing your asses off

you two will forever be known as the faceless couple

even if you both face reveal, that’ll always be your title

skeppy:

zak will find a way to show you off no matter what

he just can't resist

the way his heart is always beating out of his chest because of you is just too much for him to not ever show you to the world

but of course with your consent only

he wouldn't ever pressure you or anything

but since you're only remaining faceless

you can expect LOTS of matching outfit pictures taken in the mirror

and just lots of pictures of you in general

with your face blocked out or not in view, of course

you'd always be helping each other with your setups or videos

and he’d want to introduce you to literally everyone he knows

especially bad

you don't necessarily stream/film a lot with each other

but you're always in each others’ company in some shape or form

he always mentions you in his streams

just small stories or conversations

chat can tell he’s head over heels for you

karl jacobs:

he's the most support person everrr

he’d always be celebrating even the tiniest achievements with you

you hit 2k subs? he’ll treat you to an expensive ass dinner

you hit 1 million subs? he’ll buy you a whole room full of filming gear to improve from your previous ones

you managed to finish that one video you've been struggling with? he takes you on a weekend trip to somewhere you’ve always wanted to go

he’ll beg you to join him in is streams

just so he can hold your hand :)

or laugh with you every once in a while

he doesn't need you to face reveal at all

your company is all that matters to him when it includes the rest of the world

I mean, he’s the one able to see your beautiful face all the time, so he can't really complain even if he felt like it

always tweets about you or tweets things at you that only you two understand

and everyone is like ?????

but you don't care :)

fundy:

fundy actually doesn't talk a lot about you in his streams or videos

mostly to avoid people leaving bad light on you in the chat

unless he’s in the same game as you, of course

which in that case, the first thing he’d want to do is find you and talk to you in the game

he’s very respectful of you keeping your face private

and tries his best to keep the pressure of a face reveal off your shoulders

especially if it’s happening in his or your comments

if it gets really bad, he’ll eventually talk about it on twitter or something like that

does tiktoks with you

only with your voice though

and posts manyyy pictures where you’re tagged, but only slightly in view

he doesn't really care about your face being a secret

as long as he gets to see it, he’s happy

quackity:

alex has so much fun making videos or going live with you

and obviously you have the best collabs

you’re the funniest couple on the platform and it shows

he would talk so much about you - like, telling embarrassing stories about you or some shit like that

or saying how clingy you are with him

and chat would be like AWW HE TALKS ABOUT THEM

and he's like “no”😤

but alex can't fool anyone

he’s in it for real with you🥴

and at times, he doesn't even try to hide it

especially when he speaks up about ho proud he is of you

and how people should respect your choice of remaining faceless to the world

but then he quickly moves on to his silly self again

with blushy cheeks ^w^

punz:

has you on his lap constantly

even when his hand-cam is on

nothing will stop him from making you sit on his lap while he’s streaming

he loves that he can rant to you about the problems he faces sometimes concerning his streams

because you get it

he’d teach you the games you didn't know of

and you'd teach him the games that he didn't know of

and then you'd stream/film together after learning the basics

he doesn't talk about you a lot on stream

but chat eventually figures out it’s because you're literally in the same room as him

and how do they find that out, you may ask?

well, your snores coming from his headphones made it very obvious to say the least

awesamdude:

sam knows what it’s like being a faceless streamer

so if you wanted, he’d give you all of the advice you needed

and if you ever considered face revealing, he'd totally help you!

you guys have matching setups 

you sometimes talk to each other across the room as you're playing the same game together

because it’s funny to tease chat that way

you’d be posting pictures on social media

that give off hints that you're with each other a lot

like, in one photo he’s wearing a hoodie

and the next day, you post a photo of you in that exact same hoodie

stuff like that

he also celebrates big and small achievements with you

wether it be you achieving them or him, you always celebrate together

eret:

matching. outfits.

STRAWBERRY DRESSES

PLATFORM HEELS

ahhhh chat would be going absolutely crazy at the fits you guys have sometimes

and you're always matching

as in always

he tells their stream that you have a matching crown like his

but that chat obviously can't see it on you because you don’t have a face-cam

she likes telling stories about you

like, memories they have of you two together

and he just always compliments you and praises you for your hard work on her streams

telling everyone how happy you make them

she also always invites you to join his streams because it means a lot to them that you're there :)

jack manifold:

jack is so excited about the fact that you're also a streamer/youtuber

it makes it easier to open up about your relationship online

because some people already knew you before you revealed you two were dating

though I feel like jack would kinda like the secrecy of your face online

just to brag to his audience about how he gets to see your face every day

but also because he likes that there’s more privacy for you

sometimes he’d pop into your room without knowing you were streaming/filming

and would just start talking to you while you giggled about how you were “kinda in the middle of something”

when jack realised what you meant, he’d hurry out of the room in an instant

you’d always be in each others chats/comments

showing what a supportive couple you were

he always raids you at the end of his streams if you’re streaming at the same time

tommyinnit:

tommy always forgets that you're a faceless streamer/youtuber

and is sometimes sooo close to blurting out something he shouldn't

because he’s so used to seeing you, he just kinda forgets that no one else can

you always have to send him a text to “sToP TalKIng AbOUt yOu” so he doesn't accidentally reveal something

that being said, he literally talks so much about you

again, I’m bringing up that time he said that tubbo is so clingy

he says the same thing about you

but he’s really the clingy one, and it’s pretty obvious

you catch him saying things like “yeah, y/n is really cool”

or “guys, please don't say stuff like that to y/n”

getting all serious and shit🥺

he asks you constantly if you can join his vc

even when you're busy, he’s like “pay. attention. to. me😤”

it’s really entertaining sometimes

especially when his streams just consist of you two bickering the whole time

calls you his favourite woman

tubbo:

ahhh tubbo is so sweet when it comes to you

like, when anyone mentions you he just starts smiling

and wants to tell everyone about you

even if they already know you from your channel

he just can't help but ramble on about you

especially to tommy

he replies to all of your tweets

and you reply to all of his

you always feature each other on your channels/streams

and share a celebratory cake when reaching subgoals

sometimes chat notices similarities in your layouts

like a colour change

or a similar pattern

posts a photo of your pinkies intertwined

wearing matching bracelets you made yourself

and everyone finds it super cute<3

ranboo:

he would encourage you so much to join his videos

and wear the same type of outfit to cover your face with

but with a sense of yourself in it so you'd look similar, but not exactly like each other

you'd be matching outfits so often

doesn't talk a lot about you on his streams

apart from mentioning how short you are

but on TWITTER

that's a whole other story

his twitter has practically just become a fan account of you

he’s always in your comments

just to leave a :)

or a supportive comment

if you ever wanted to do a face reveal

he would do it with you if it meant making you feel more comfortable about it

or less nervous

you’re just very lowkey and cute

___________________________________

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[bonbonthedragon]

Miraculous Blobulous

Pro!bakugou x Fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, yelling, more fluff, crack

Summary: bakugou is proud of the blob

Note:… um…hey…yeah

“KATSUKI!”

A sudden thud echoed through the hall, papers falling after and a head poking out. Another followed and kirishima and deku looked over at you. Kamanari, picking himself up off the floor, then joined in and gripped the edge of his office room, soon everyone was staring questioningly and worryingly.

You gave your friends a baffled look, throwing your hands in the air as if they were stupid “WHERES MY HUSBAND?!”

Before they could open their mouths, said husband came grumbling out of the elevator, soot soaking his clothes and the color on his suit now black too. He coughed, removing his mask and taking a heavy step. Once he did he gasped, a hurdling weight bumping into him and sending him down and onto the floor. He hurriedly wrapped his arms around it, cushioning who ever body slammed him before he yelled at how idiotic they were. But then he saw that idiot was you.

“Hey Kacchan” Kamanari said mockingly with a smirk “(y/n)s here, she wants to see you.”

“Yeah dip ship I see that-“ he looked down at you, sitting up with his hands on your waist “what-“

“LOOK AT OUR BLOB!” And you shoved the picture in his face. Bakugou grabbed it, taking it from you to get a better look at what you just shoved in front of him. While he looked you only continued to crawl more on top of him, getting around to look at the photo with him and point at the grayish white illuminate figure in the middle. His brows furrowed, staring hard at the paper only for them to widen quickly and realize the paper he was holding was an ultrasound.

Slowly bakugou turned his head to stare at you, “what…”

Looking back at him you rolled your eyes “okay I know it’s not a full baby yet but look! Little blob baby!” You took the photo closer to your eyes, studying it “Now I know I’m a surgeon but I really can’t make this out too well- after all I’m only 8 weeks in- so-“ you pointed at an end “I think this may be her head- well- assuming it’s going to be a girl-“

“Your pregnant?” The blond croaked, searching your eyes

You gave him a dumb look, snorting “yeah” you giggled, looking up just to see your other friends with wide eyes. That’s when you froze, looking back at your husband, realizing “oh…that’s what I forgot.”

Bakugou blinked a few times before grabbing your shoulders, making your mouth shut and stare back, he switched from your left to right eye, holding his breath until he choked “you…” he placed a dirty soot covered, yet gentle, hand on your stomach “your pregnant?” He asked again in disbelief

you gave a wobbly smile “surpriseeeee…heh”

The longer he looked at you the more your smile dissipated. He finally spoke again “I…it’s mine?- it’s ours?” He asked again

Again your grin appeared, nodding like a child and trying hard not to let your body bounce form excitement. He gripped the paper and you, using that hero strength you loved so much and stood up, you squeaked. Bakugou gave the photo a prideful smirk “THATS MY BLOB!”

“HELL YEAH!” You yelled too

He began with you down the hall, skipping his office and passing the others all the while shoving the ultrasound in each of their faces like he did back then when he won the sports Festival a second time in a row with the medal, “THATS OUR FUCKING BLOB. LOOK AT IT! I MADE THAT! ME AND HER! LIKE FUCKING GODS!”

His assistant came in, shrieking and papers flying when bakugou, you sitting on his arm and his other with the photo, came around the corner suddenly “LOOK!”

The woman began to shake, fixing her glasses and nodding along “that’s gr-great s-sir”

“YOUR BET YOUR ASS IT IS!” He yelled once more, “TELL DAMN SHITTYHAIR AND THE OTHERS IM TAKING THE DAY OFF EARLY.”

[scarlettriot]

Stood Up

You (Y/N) get stood up from a date and Kaminari decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Kaminari/F!Reader

Contains: Fluff, Flirty Denki, Established BakuSquad Friendship

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Electro-Stim, Overstimulation, use of pet names (cuddle bug & cutie), oral (F receiving), consensual recording

A/N: Well, here we are with the third in my Stood Up series. There is also Bakugo & Kirishima if you're interested. This one took me way too long and it's also my first time writing Kaminari at length. I hope you all like it :)

Word Count Starting Below: 2,461

You slipped your foot into the silver heels you had picked out. Something a little fancier since this was a first date after all and you wanted to make a lasting impression. Not only that but this was your first first date in a while. Being a Pro Hero made life busy and dating difficult.

Practically the entire day leading up to this very moment revolved around you either getting ready or babbling with excitement to your closest friends.

An alert chimed on your phone with a text from your date, a smile sliding onto your face expecting to read some message about how they were on their way and that they'd see you soon, but that wasn't what you were met with.

Instead, it was a screenshot of your Instagram page, multiple of them actually, all of you and the ridiculous photos you took with your friends but mostly with one Denki Kaminari. The most recent of which was from a tea shop he met you at just earlier that day so you could show him the shoes for your date.

The message below was simple and more than enough to leave a sour taste in your mouth, this isn't what I want to see when I'm supposed to be taking you out tonight. What, one date a day isn't enough? Why are you even dating? Does your blonde boyfriend know?

You giggled at what they were implying, quick to explain how these were all your friends, they had been since high school! They are people you spent what little free time you had with. Especially Denki, your best friend since you were 15!

That joy you felt started dissipating within the next few messages. You hadn't even had a first date and they were already jealous, and that was something you didn't have room for in your life. So, you slipped the heels off your feet and put them directly back in the box to return when you had the time. Tight black jeans and fitted top were exchanged with a hoodie and sweats although your makeup and hair stayed done, you didn't have the energy to undo your hard work.

Instead, you slid back into your computer chair, your headset snuggly back on your ears and before you notified everyone you were back online, you took a moment listening to the chatter of your friends.

"Shitty Hair! Fuckin' pay attention!"

"Yeah, man! We're getting slaughtered over here!"

"Less yelling at Kiri! More shooty shooty!"

"All of you are hopeless..."

Eijiro chuckled out an apology that was accompanied by a lighter giggle also coming from his mic. "Think this is gonna be my last round for a bit, guys."

"You're so fuckin' whipped." Bakugo scoffed, before screaming profanities.

"Is it whipped if I'm the one who's wanting to get her into bed though?"

You clicked your mic back on then. "Hey, remember last week when Kats forgot his push to talk so we all heard him getting head and we party whipped because someone couldn't focus?"

"You better shut the hell up right fucking now!"

Everyone else roared with laughter. "Yeah! At least I have the decency to mute myself!"

"Hey, wait a sec, why are you online, Y/N!" Denki noted, "You should have already left!"

You screenshot your messages to the group chat because it was far easier than just explaining the ordeal.

"Cute shoes." Eijiro and Kyoka commented at the same time.

There was a lull as their game ended and the messages were read.

"Ya don't need 'em if they're gonna have their head so far up their ass like this."

"I agree." Hanta chimed in. "They're not worth your time."

"Still, sorry they turned out to be a shit." You could hear the frown on Kyoka's face, "I know how excited you were."

"Right, you doin' okay, Y/N? I can stick around and we can all shoot some things!"

"Thanks, Kiri but I'll be just fine! Go spend time with your girl!"

One by one, everyone signed off. You pulled up Spotify and Stardew Valley, something of a comfort for you to get lost in for the rest of the night.

Less than an hour later, you noticed your phone lighting up with your best friend's familiar smiling face. "What's up, Denki?"

"Open your door! I have my hands full and don't wanna put everything down to get my key!"

You sprang from your desk and rushed to your door. Sure enough, on the other side was Denki with bags in both hands and his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. You grabbed it and a bag before he had a chance to drop anything like the klutz he was. "What's with all this?"

"I feel bad."

"Why? You didn't stand me up?"

He fiddled with the edge of a paper bag. "Yeah, but, we both read those messages and no one said anything but they didn't just call our group out, they called us out.

"Denks, it doesn't matter to me-"

"But, it does to me! You were so excited about this and I got in the way, unknowingly but, still! So, I gotta make it up to you now!"

He pulled out take-out boxes from your favorite restaurant. Two bottles of your favorite wine. Your top three favorite movies and video games, and a board game you both had been meaning to try. "I mean, if they think I'm your boyfriend I kinda gotta live up to the hype, right?"

You really wanted to insist that none of this was necessary. That just because some person that neither of you really knew that well, assumed something about your relationship that didn't mean he had to blame himself for it.

But, you had to admit, this was really sweet. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to you that he knew everything you liked but it was nice. Instead of sitting across from a stranger, making awkward small talk, and trying to learn about one another, you were barefoot in your kitchen, laughing with your best friend while he plated dinner and you poured the wine.

Formalities were out the window. Both you and Denki were eating dinner in your living room, laughing and drinking just as you'd done a million times before. You snapped a photo of the delicious food on paper plates, toasting good times with your cheap wine, ready to post them to your Instagram.

"Gonna make them more jealous..."

"I think they made it pretty clear they don't want to see me so why should I care?"

He shrugged. "I just thought they might, you know, come to their senses that they obviously lost."

"I don't really care either way." You wandered back into your kitchen, putting away the leftovers, "They can forget I exist or they can stalk my page like a creep. If someones' gonna try and tell me I can't be friends with my friends or just not listen to me, then I don't want them in my life. No matter how good-looking they are."

Denki watched you from the sofa, a bit of a lopsided grin on his face that had butterflies taking flight in your stomach. "What?" Laughing to hide the bit of a crush you always had on the man. It was unavoidable you told yourself. His personality was infectious and had 15 year old you head over heels.

He pushed back bright blonde hair back off his forehead and just shook his head. "Nothin'. Uh, what's next? Video game, board game, or movie?"

You peaked on the counter at the options. "Well, we probably should have checked this but the board game needs at least four people to play... guess we'll have to save that for our next game night. Is a movie okay?"

Of course, it was.

You brought over the DVD with a refill of wine and he pulled a blanket down off the back of your sofa.

It really didn't take long, just fifteen minutes or so, and you were curled up into Denki's side. You'd make grabby hands for your wine glass and he'd pass it over with that damn grin again.

And not long after that, he'd pulled out his phone, angling it to take a picture of the two of you. "What are you doing?" You could see him on his own Instagram, tagging you, with the caption, Check out my cute cuddle bug.

"I thought you didn't want to make them more jealous."

"I decided I don't care either. You're mine tonight, their loss. And since you're mine tonight, I get bragging rights." He snapped another quick picture of you rolling your eyes at him, and then he kept snapping them.

"Denki! Why!"

"Because you're cute, cuddle bug! I like having all the pictures of you that I can!"

Even as you tackled him back down on the sofa, pinning him below you, he still managed a photo. "Bet if I post this one, they'll really get the wrong idea."

You could have moved. You were the one on top of him and you had his arms above his head. You had the power here and yet you just lingered above him.

"Y/N? Not that I'm one to complain about having a beautiful person such as yourself pinning me down, like, it's kinda hot, but..." Looking down into half-lidded golden eyes, you wondered why you had to become best friends with such a damn flirt! "Are you gonna take advantage of this situation we're in or are we just gonna keep dancing around this for another decade or so?"

You couldn't have heard him right? No... no this was your brain playing tricks on you because he certainly hadn't had that much wine tonight. You sat upright on his lap. "Another decade then, Y/N?"

"You- ha- you should stop that, Denki."

He leaned up, moving his arms around you, "Gimme a good reason to and I will."

You didn't have one. And not just because you've been in love with him for ten years but also because he was your best friend. The only reason to not go through with it was the possibility of losing your friendship if something bad were to happen but, you really didn't think anything would.

Denki might have been a serial flirt but he was surprisingly loyal in all the relationships he'd been in, not that there had been all that many serious ones.

"I'm not hearing anything." He teased, his face getting closer to yours. You could count each and every one of the faint freckles that littered the balls of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "But, I promise, if you tell me no, I'll stop, won't push this any further."

This whole thing seemed like a frickin' whirlwind, happening faster than your brain could really process the situation but you didn't want it to stop either. You wanted to take it further, didn't want to say no.

Which was why you coiled your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. There was that small little buzz of electricity that tickled your lips when he'd kiss your nose or cheeks that was now playing on his lips, on his tongue when you welcomed him in.

He leaned back again, pulling you with him until you were both a pile of needy hands and breathy pleas. Everywhere his hands roamed you felt that faint trail of shock against your skin, making the little hairs on your body stand on end.

Clothes were shed, tossed haphazardly around your living room, both of you pausing to laugh when Denki managed to land your hoodie over a lamp. His attention was drawn back to you quickly though, still perched on top of him but now he had your chest on full display since you'd forgone a bra when your date canceled.

Electrifying tongue twirled around your nipples, sensitive normally, now it felt like you knew what it was like when he fried his damn brain. He was eager, relentless even, pulling and sucking, another hand giving your other breast a similar treatment. He had you so focused that you let out a broken moan when slender fingers found their way into your panties.

"Fuckin' hell, Denki."

The bastard winked up at you, nipple still between his lips and before you could retort, he sent another small jolt through you.

You were blatantly grinding down on his hand, reaching behind you, you found him completely solid, barely being contained in the tight black boxers he wore. You had enough sense to tug them down and wrap your hand around him making his teeth sink into your soft flesh, whining when you stroked him.

"Y/N..." He whimpered, his hand momentarily distracted from his ministrations gave you enough time to shift in his lap to scoot forward putting his cock in front of you. In one swift motion, you had his length between your slick. "Oh fuck, cutie!" Golden eyes were squeezed shut while you moved along him, feeling that pleasant curve he had, you could only imagine what it was gonna be like to have him inside you.

"You're being a little tease, ma-makes me wanna do all sorts of things to y-you."

He was kissing your neck, your chest, shoulders, and arms, anywhere on you that he could reach. His hips bucking up into you, just trying to hit that perfect angle.

Strength and agility were something most overlooked when it came to Denki Kaminari but when the man wanted something bad enough, he found a way to get it.

He had your ass rising up in the air with a harsh thrust of his hips and a small squeak from you, giving him exactly enough time to scoot down on the sofa so you were sat atop his face. If you complained, he didn't hear you. Denki already had your thighs around his head and his tongue devouring you completely.

Little shockwaves rocked you while you cried out his name, hands fisting blonde locks just trying to stay upright.

One orgasm from you apparently wasn't enough, neither was two but on the third, Denki finally relented, allowing your heartrate to come back down and your gasping breaths to come in more steadily.

You slid back down his body, his erection now smack against your ass. His hair was recked, face completely flush but he had the biggest grin on his face that you'd ever seen.

Denki kissed both your cheeks, "You are so amazing, cutie!" Kissed your lips, "You taste better than anything I've ever had!" And one more on the tip of your nose. "Doin' okay?"

You nodded, starting to really gather yourself again, and by this point, you really just wanted one thing.

"I wanna... Denks... can I take care of you now?"

"Sure, cutie! How do you want me?" The wiggling eyebrows had you rolling your eyes and pushing him on his back again.

It took little effort for you to position yourself above his cock, and with how slick you were, his bright pink head slipped right inside. He held your hands while you scrunched up your face, sliding all the way down him until he was completely sheathed within.

The curve was immaculate. Hitting in just the right way that had you moaning with just a couple thrusts from him. Before long, you were eagerly bouncing on his cock. Riding him hard so he filled you up each and every time.

You barely registered him reaching for the coffee table, his phone now in his hands. "What're you doin'?" You practically slurred, slowing only slightly. He tapped the camera lens with a wicked grin. "Seriously?"

"We could make 'em really jealous now..."

Somewhere in your brain, you knew your date wouldn't give two shits, in fact, this probably would have only validated their thoughts about your's and Denki's relationship but with his cock stuffed so deeply into you, kissing your cervix in the most beautiful way, you really didn't give a damn.

You and Denki put on the best possible show you could think of. You were overstimulated, sore, and completely elated! He balanced the phone against the wine bottle so neither of you had to try to hold it.

This way he could play with your breasts or squeeze your thighs while you dug half-moons into his chest. Shocked with the playful zaps he sent right to your core.

Your makeup you'd didn't feel like taking off now ran down your cheeks with tears. Your hair was a mess thanks to him pulling at it.

Denki had you howling through another two orgasms, telling you how perfect you were, how nice you felt squeezing him so tightly, your nails felt so good against his skin.

It was only when you collapsed against his chest did he hoist your hips up so he could ram into you, pulling out just at the last second with a strangled cry of your name.

He wiggled himself free, grabbing a towel from your bathroom and cleaning you both up before stopping the recording.

"You're, hey you're gonna send that to me right?" You asked when he handed back your hoodie off the lamp.

He dropped a kiss on your lips, plopping down beside you on the sofa again and you noticed your email already up and the video uploading. "Obviously, we share all our videos and photos. Why would this be different?"

[selfcarecap]

Hey so idk if you’re taking requests but I was dreaming about our boy Pete again 🤧 and I was wondering if you could write a blurb about him being nervous about you seeing his dick for the first time pretty please if you want to 🤎

-this is a repost of an old blurb-

You pull off Peter’s shirt eagerly, leaving him only in his boxers.

Tugging at the waistband, you already feel the light fuzz on his skin and Peter laughs sheepishly, bringing a hand over yours to stop you.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, still smiling.

“Nothing - I just...” he trails off, hovering over you to kiss you on the lips, but you push at his chest, “Hey, it’s okay. You can tell me. We don’t have to do this if you don’t wanna.” He knows this already, but with his hesitation you feel like he could use a reminder.

“No- no! It’s nothing just... we’ve been friends for so long and now that we’re more I don’t want to disappoint you. I’m so scared that you’ll realise you don’t like me like that.” He scratches his neck, not meeting your eyes, and lies down next to you.

Your heart breaks a little at the thought of going back to being just friends again.

You always try to show Peter how much you love and appreciate him, but if he needs more reassurance from you, you’ll be glad to make sure to give him even more of your love.

“Just look at you-,” he continues, “- you’re so gorgeous and you’re like the hottest person I’ve ever seen and-“

“Wait, wait- is this about looks? Do you not realise how fucking cute you are?” you smile, kissing his lips but his eyes stay open.

“Yeah but I... I don’t wanna be called cute- at least not in this situation...”

“Okay, well, you’re also very hot.”

“Now you’re just saying that cause I wanted you to.”

You’re lost for a second, so you decide to tell him something that you wanted to keep a secret, but it’ll definitely prove how hot you think Peter really is.

“If you want me to be honest... Do you remember the picture I took of you when we were at the pool?” He nods.

The picture is simply gorgeous. You took it after you and Peter had gotten out of the water and had something to eat at a swimming pool you went to during the summer.

His hair was still damp, his pecs glistening with a few droplets of water. He was sitting back, just soaking up some sun, his abs looking delicious even while he was relaxed.

You decided to snap a picture that moment - a photo which you like to look at a lot. It’s cute, yes, but it’s also helped you in moments when you were on your own, with less innocent thoughts.

“The other day I was looking at that picture while I was, you know, on my own- and”

“What do you mean on your own?”

“You know what I mean,” you mumble, cuddling into Peter’s side to hide your face.

“I don’t.”

You’re not looking at him, so you sincerely can’t tell if he’s too innocent or if he’s just teasing you.

You close your eyes and just say it.

“I was masturbating to your picture, Pete. There, I said it. And if that doesn’t show you how hot I think you are, I don’t know what will.”

You turn your head to see him. His mouth is wide open, his eyes surprised and his face redder than his Spider-Man suit.

“I- you- you did?” he asks, eyes flickering over to yours but then away again.

“Yes. One of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.”

He’s speechless for a bit, so you take the opportunity to kiss him again, and you feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh that’s thrown over his lap.

Peter starts kissing you back a few seconds later and you figure his head is a little clearer again.

“Fuck,” he groans and lifts you onto his lap, your pussy rubbing up against his cock as you two make out.

You guess this means he’s sure now, and you undo the clasp of your bra, about to pull the straps down your arms when Peter blurts out, “What if you don’t like my dick?”

His eyes screw shut and you quickly put your bra back on, holding a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing.

It’s a real insecurity and you’d never want to make fun of him for that.

“Baby..” you start, his eyes still closed, “Look at me.”

He bites his lip and opens his eyes, expression softening when he sees your smile.

“I’m sure I’ll love your dick, baby. I love you and it’s a part of you, so why wouldn’t I?”

“There’s nothing wrong with it! I mean I think? It’s average. But it’s just, I know I’ve gotten hard just thinking of, like, your collarbones, or your thighs or your lips and I have to warn you I’ll probably cum when I see you completely naked,” you giggle at that but he stays serious so you pull yourself together, “And I’ve heard that girls don’t really like the way dicks look and I’m just worried I can’t satisfy or impress you.”

You kiss his pouting lips, “I’m already impressed only by sitting on it,” you wiggle your hips against his hardness beneath you to demonstrate and his eyes flutter.

“I’m sure if I stay on your lap a few minutes longer you’ll feel how wet I am through both our clothes so maybe we should just get naked?“

Peter grins, pulling you closer to kiss you, fumbling with the clasp of your bra until you help him, sliding the straps down your arms and discarding it somewhere on the floor.

He‘s seen your tits before but he looks as if it’s his first time seeing them every time.

You decide to take the first step and raise your hips to pull off your underwear and now you‘re completely bare in front of him.

The look in his eyes is enough for you to shrug off any insecurities and you straddle him again, tugging at the waistband of his boxers, “Now you.“

After seeing you naked he‘s eager, switching positions so he‘s on his knees in front of you, you lying down and spread out for him.

Licking his lips, he pulls down his boxers a bit, revealing his hard cock.

Your mouth falls open and you close your legs. Peter immediately tucks himself into his boxers again, “W-what? See, I told you-“

“No- it’s just. How is that gonna fit?”

He looks clueless.

“You said average, Peter.”

“Wait- are you saying my dick is small or big?”

“I’m no expert but to me it definitely looks big,” you say.

His face reddens once again, you see his hand clamping over his boxers.

“I bet you’re gonna feel so good once I’ve gotten used to it,” you say.

“I don’t wanna hurt you, though,” he frowns.

“You won’t.”

He kisses you and you pull bis boxers off in the process, seeing how his cock stands tall and hard against his abs.

The horny part of you just wants to straddle him and sit on his cock, but the bit of logic your brain still has left tells you to go easy first.

“But maybe you can eat me out first so I‘m as wet as possible?” you give him your most charming smile, and he’s already got your legs on either side of his head.

“I’d like nothing more.”

[rocorambles]

Surprise Interview

Pairing: Kenma x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Pseudo-Cest, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Verbal Humiliation, Manipulation

Summary: Kenma sees if you have what it takes to be Bouncing Ball’s newest employee.

A/N: This is for @sugawara-sweetheart ‘s Decadence Collab. So excited to be a part of this collab and to be able to indulge in such a delicious prompt and theme. Be sure to check out everyone else’s works! As always, thanks for beta-ing @sawamooora ~

There’s a familiar peace and a new nervousness about coming back home for the holidays. Mostly because home isn’t quite the same home it used to be. You can feel warmth blooming in your chest at the thought of seeing your mom, telling her about everything and everyone (as if your daily phone calls aren’t enough), and just lounging around while she fills you up with her cooking. But you can also feel a certain shyness as you approach the house, a building that still feels brand new and strange to you.

Your mother had gotten remarried during your earlier college years after your father’s passing and you were elated for her. If anyone deserves all the happiness in the world, it’s her. You had met Mr. Kozume quite a few times and you have no qualms with the man. He treats your mother like a queen and even though you playfully gag as they sweet talk and kiss in front of you, you wholeheartedly approve of their relationship.

However, what you aren’t quite as prepared for is having a new step-sibling.

You don’t know much about Kenma Kozume. Well, not much more than the rest of the world does.

Professional gamer. Successful stock trader. Popular YouTuber. Founder of his own corporation.

You know exactly who your new brother is, but other than seeing him a few times in person at family gatherings and exchanging polite greetings, there’s no real connection. Which is why your heart races as you nervously ring his doorbell, anxiety already making your leg twitch as you wait for the door to open.

Your mother and step-father are on a couple’s vacation and won’t be returning for a few days.

(“We just want some romantic time together before we have a full house again for the holidays. Plus this is a great chance to get to know your older brother better!” You hadn’t even been able to get a word of protest in before she had laughed and hung up on you, leaving you speechless and on your own as you hesitantly texted Kenma, letting him know what day to expect you.)

Kenma is quiet as ever as he nods in greeting, silently leading you to your guest room before quietly telling you to make yourself at home and leaving to do his own thing. You let out a huge sigh of relief as the door closes behind him.

There’s nothing wrong with Kenma. He’s smart and successful. Maybe a bit on the quiet side, but that only adds to his down to earth charm. You know your mother and step-father adore him and you can’t blame them. Yet, you can’t help but feel scrutinized, seen so clearly in a way that terrifies you when his feline eyes gaze at you. It takes everything in you not to immediately scurry away whenever you’re in viewing distance of him, desperate to hide all the flaws you imagine he’s noticing and calculating. Your step-father had mentioned how Kenma used to be the strategist of his high school volleyball team, and has always been able to evaluate and accurately break down situations and people. And you believe it.

You’re just grateful the house is large enough to avoid each other and that Kenma tends to reside mostly in his home office and bedroom.

But even the founder of a company needs a break from time to time. Kenma shuffles towards the gaming room, only to blink in surprise when he sees you already inside of it, happily smiling as Animal Crossing visuals and sounds fill the space.

He had known you owned a Nintendo Switch, a piece of information your mom had shared to break the ice a bit. And it’s really no surprise that this is your go-to game. But knowing and seeing are two different things and he can’t help but let his own lips twitch upwards at how calm and relaxed you are tending to your garden, decorating your home, choosing your outfit.

Kenma’s never been good with people, has never been the one to initiate a friendship. He knows he should have made more of an effort to be friendly and welcoming to you as your new older brother. There’s a slight pang of regret in his chest when he sees how at ease you are while you’re unaware of his presence. His eyes are as sharp as ever and he locks in on the way your body slightly stiffens, fingers nervously fidgeting when you finally notice his figure in the doorway, words already stuttering an apology for using his game room without explicitly asking.

You look like a scared mouse about to flee from the claws of a cat. And it pisses him off.

He hasn’t made the best efforts to bridge the gap between you, but for you to fear him? That seems a tad unnecessary, and more than a tad insulting. It’s more than enough to make the sadistic streak in him want to give you something to be scared about.

But he’s never been impulsive and he just quietly sits beside you on the floor, reassuring you it’s fine to play, smirking when you sneak little side glances his way as you continue collecting fruits.

“Kozume, do you want to play-”

“Just call me Kenma.”

Entranced eyes watch as you grow flustered at his words, mouth silently testing the weight of his given name in your mouth. For once, Kenma could care less about playing video games when a shaky timid “Kenma” slips past your soft lips.

“Kenma, do you want to play something together?”

You have no idea how badly he really does want to play together, but it’s a game you’re not ready for. So he calls upon any restraint he has to pluck your device from your hands and change the game to Mario Kart.

It’s amusing how easily you soften besides him, brow furrowing in concentration, eyes intently and eagerly following the screen, any anxiousness quickly forgotten as you get into the game. He greedily watches as you pout when you make a mistake, as your eyes light up every time you pass someone.

If he had known how easy it would be to make you warm up to him, he’d have done this sooner and he genuinely laughs when you whine and fake glare at him as he wins yet another round.

He asks about school. You ask about work. He tells you about his childhood. You share your own stories.

It’s a comfortable rhythmic back and forth and he’s afraid of ruining it, but a certain question nags at his mind, a question he knows may ruin the entire flow of the conversation.

“You’ll be graduating soon. Have you decided what you want to do after college?”

“Kenma not you too!!!”

His shoulders relax at how well you react to the question, smiling at the way you flop onto your back and groan about how mom and dad are already on your case about future plans.

“I’ve been applying to places, but who knows. Maybe I’ll just work for you at Bouncing Ball.”

There’s a playful lilt in your voice when you say it, a giggle and teasing smile accompanying the words. But there’s nothing funny about it to Kenma and your smile falters a bit when you see how tightly Kenma’s gripping his controller, the way his eyes pin you down.

“Kenma? It’s just a joke. I would never take advantage of-”

You try to get up from your reclined position, only to whimper in confusion when Kenma’s hand on your shoulder forces you back down. And suddenly you’re pinned down by more than just his stare as he moves to straddle you, knees on either side of your body, hands next to your head, his whole body caging yours.

It’s a lighthearted joke in the family that if all else fails, you could always work at Bouncing Ball. A joke your step-father and mother always dish out when the arguments get too tense as the three of you talk about your future. But it’s become less in jest for Kenma, especially after Kuroo sent him a scandalous picture of his newest secretary kneeling between his long legs, lips wrapped around his cock.

It wasn’t the first picture, nor was it the last incriminating photo the older businessman had sent him. Kenma merely rolled his eyes before deleting the image from his phone, wondering when Kuroo would grow bored and find a new toy to play with. But he freezes when he sees the following text message from his long-time friend.

“You’re the CEO of a company, Kenma. Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone convenient around? A pretty warm body? I bet that cute new step sister of yours would look really good under your desk. Doesn’t she graduate from college soon? If you don’t make a move, maybe I’ll snatch her up right from under your nose. I’m due for a change of secretary soon.”

There’s absolutely no reason for the hot anger that lances through him at Kuroo’s taunting words and he grimaces at playing right into his ex-captain’s hands, already hearing Kuroo’s braying laughter in his head if the older man saw just how much his words affected him.

But initial irritation aside, he lets himself really think, really imagine what a life with you at his beck and call would be like. And he likes what he sees. He doesn’t delete Kuroo’s photos as quickly as he used to, replacing the female faces with yours in his imagination as his hands slip under the hem of his boxers.

He knows it’s a longshot, knows there’s a high chance you’ll continue your lives as is, never destined to exchange more than a few polite greetings at family outings. But now...now hearing you voice the idea out loud yourself, hearing the way his first name sounds from your lips…

Maybe it’s not the silly pipe dream he had believed it to be.

“I’m in need of an assistant if you really do want to work at Bouncing Ball, but you’d need to prove why it would be worth hiring you.”

He almost laughs at how you perk up despite the precarious position you’re in, almost ready to launch into an elevator pitch of your qualifications flat on your back underneath him. You’re quite the multitasker already and he groans at the thought of having you cockwarm him while he tests out a new video game, making you answer all his calls stuffed full of him and desperately trying to hide the lustful tremble in your voice.

But he’s not here to listen to your carefully crafted speech. (Guess you really were practicing for job interviews like you said you were. What a good girl.) And he firmly presses his lips against yours to silence you, taking his time to immerse himself in the way your mouths mold against each other.

Your taste, your smell, your warmth. It’s all intoxicating and he slips his tongue inside your parted lips, subtly rutting his groin against your body. He can feel your body jostle as you lift your arms and he waits for the weight of your arms to lovingly wrap around his neck, only to be shocked when you weakly press against his shoulders until he finally relents and pulls back just enough to look down at you in irritated confusion.

“We- we shouldn’t be doing this.”

It’s not the words that have him clenching his fists, not even the way your palms still timidly press against him in a laughably weak show of defense.

It’s the fear in your eyes, the way you look at him like he’s some monster. It's the way he can almost palpably feel and hear your desire to be anywhere other than here, with anyone other than him, wishing to put as much space between the two of you as possible.

It’s your rejection.

It hurts to know that he isn’t enough just as he is, that he needs to resort to less...savory and straightforward ways to entrap you. But he’s not Hinata or Kuroo. He doesn’t have an electrifying personality or roguishly handsome features and charm to woo you. He only has his cunning and sharp tongue.

And he fully intends on maximizing his gifts.

“Of course, you don’t have to. You can just keep on applying and getting rejected by every company you speak to, if they even bother meeting with you after seeing your pathetic resume. Average college. Average grades. Average major. Tell me, how many interviews have you actually been reached out to for?”

He’s going out on a bit of a limb, but his suspicions are right and he cruelly smirks at the way tears bubble in your eyes at his words, no comeback or denial rolling off the tip of your tongue. He had a feeling you were struggling from the bits and pieces he’s picked up as your parents quietly talk and fret over you actually being able to find a job after graduation.

“Our parents are too nice to say anything about it, but you know they’re disappointed in you, right? Have you noticed how they always avoid talking about how school is going or asking you about how job hunting is going? How they only ask me how work is going? It’s because they know you’re just a loser whose life is going to amount to nothing.”

“That’s not true! They love me-”

“I’m not saying they don’t love you, but doesn’t that make it even worse? Making your loving and caring parents worry and stress over you when they should be preparing for retirement, an easy life? Instead of letting them finally enjoy a carefree life, you’ll be their freeloader daughter who uses up all their remaining funds. Is that what you want?”

You really are too easy and his lips curl in satisfaction at the way you frantically shake your head side to side, fat wet drops streaming down your face, adorable sniffles filling the air.

“If you become my assistant, I’ll compensate you well. You can live here with me, have your own room, a roof over your head, all the food and clothing you need and want. Think about how relieved and happy our parents will be seeing you provided for, seeing us getting along. Isn’t that what you want? For them to be happy?”

He knows how close you are to your mom, how important this idea of a perfect family is to you. He knows how insecurity and doubt about your own capabilities torment you. And he knows you’re hooked on his claws when your hands that are still pressed against his shoulders drop limply besides you, not even a hint of resistance left in you when he leans down once more to rest his forehead on yours, one hand cupping the side of your face.

“This is all you’re good for anyway. Working underneath me.”

If you notice his pun, you don’t acknowledge it, too busy wincing and squirming as he harshly nips and bites a trail from your lips to your neck as he pushes up the hem of your shirt until your chest is on full display for him. There’s something experimental, cold, meticulous about the way he gropes and fondles your breasts.Your face heats in humiliation at how he treats you like one of the many game consoles he’s reviewed for his audience.

But you don’t do anything about it, telling yourself that this is just his version of an interview as he pinches and prods at you, meanly twisting your nipples and chuckling at your yelp of pain. You obediently let him spread your legs apart, only letting out an agonized cry as he tests your flexibility, staring at him with a trembling lower lip as he sharply tells you to shut up while scrutinizing your panty-covered sex.

“You really are made for this, aren’t you?”

You whimper as he nudges the small wet spot on the thin fabric, clenching your eyes shut in denial at how hot and wound up your body feels from his touch, unable to hide your gasp as he pulls the layer aside and rubs your aroused clit.

There’s something so different about the way his fingers slowly sink into your wet pussy, almost lazily curling against your soft walls, his thumb never stopping its careful massage on the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. So different from your own fingers desperately thrusting in and out of you. So different from the drunk partners you’ve hooked up with at college and their sloppy, rapid, frantic movements.

You can feel something large, something intimidating slowly rising from deep inside of you, a volcano about to erupt compared to the bright and fast to fade shooting stars you’re used to. You’re scared. Scared of the intoxicating feeling, of how easy it is to grow accustomed to Kenma’s presence, of how his cat-like eyes are all you can see and think of.

How can something feel so wrong and so right at the same time?

That’s the last coherent thought you have before your world goes blank, pleasure rocking through you as you soak the carpet and your step-brother’s hand with your juices. You’re moaning as Kenma continues to rock his fingers in and out of you, fingertips insistently massaging your clit and g-spot as you ride out your orgasm, body trembling and convulsing.

But even when the tremors slow, when pleasure becomes something sharper, more overwhelming, he doesn’t stop. You wail, begging him to stop, to let you rest, slumping in relief when he finally drags his hands away from you, carelessly wiping the mess you’ve made of his hand on your skin, covering you in your own essence.

Your heavy eyelids threaten to flutter shut as you let exhaustion wash over you, already dreading having to get up and wash yourself. But you’re shocked back to reality as something hard begins to nudge at your still fluttering entrance.

“Kenma! No! Too much-”

You break off into a sob as surprisingly strong hands dig into your hips, holding you still as he pushes and pushes until he’s fully settled inside of you, balls resting against your ass.

You’re still so tight, your quivering walls clamping around the intrusion, and he groans at the thought of being able to sink into this hole every day, multiple times, whenever he wants. His cock is already aching from holding off for so long, from watching your body and face contorted in pleasure. Kenma can feel his end quickly approaching as you scream and wail underneath him, eyes rolling back in your head, drool trickling from the corner of your mouth. You look absolutely obscene and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of this side of you.

But despite the way his balls are tightening, despite the stutter in his hips, he’s determined to watch you fall apart once more, to see you shatter to pieces yet again. He grits his teeth, fingers reaching down to furiously rub at your already oversensitized clit, reveling in how your back arches, thighs shaking in overstimulation, and then you snap.

He wonders what his parents would think of their dear dumb daughter now, looking nothing like their silly angel, looking like a wanton used whore, incoherent garbled noises slipping past your lips as you twitch uncontrollably, your pussy milking him dry as he cums inside of you.

There’s only silence mixed with your pitiful whimpers as he slides out of you, grimacing at the sticky mess you’ve made of yourself and him. But that’s what your other hole is for and he orders you to suck him clean, admiring what a quick learner you are, eager to please as you noisily slurp and lick him clean, moaning at the taste of your combined fluids...

Maybe too eager and he shoves you off of him when you become too enthusiastic, his cock beginning to twitch in interest once more.

You look so lost, still sprawled out on the ground, staring up at him with wide imploring eyes as he pulls up his pants. So vulnerable and in need of guidance.

Good thing you have such a great boss to manage you.

“Not bad. Consider these next few days your internship and if all goes well, I’ll be more than happy to hire you as Bouncing Ball’s newest employee this summer. Now clean up this room and show me that my future assistant can do more than just be a slut.”