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cookiieduh · 27 days ago

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wake up from him .ᐟ

.shame that it took your crappy ex cheating on you to let you finally see what’s been in front of you the entire time..

pairing.ᐟ shoko x reader.

.cont.ᐟ SFW, fem!reader, mentions of cheating, best friends to lovers (?), wlw (duh), hurt/comfort, possibly a little angsty, fluff, the faintest whiff of crack perhaps (?), massaging, mutual pining, WILL be proofread in the morning, lmk if i missed anything :3

extra.ᐟ wc,, 2k,, for the wlw shoko enjoyers <3 once again sleep deprived, on the verge of passing away

“guys suck.”

shoko definitely wasn’t expecting that to be the first thing she hears from your lips the second she answers your sudden call at 8:34pm. a little disoriented, she doesn’t even register how blubbery your voice is, or the little sniffles that sound through the speaker.

“yeah, tell me about it.” she finally snorts. oblivious. setting her phone down as she continues fixing up another weird, late-night craving: salt and peppered apples. “we’re friends with the biggest dipshits ever.” she continues, voice lowered with the soft rumble of laughter.

but this wasn’t about geto, not even gojo. this was about your boyfriend. ex-boyfriend.

“no. shoko.” the sadness in your voice carries through her end of the line, making her pause the unconventional seasoning and sharply turn as if you were about to supernaturally materialise in front of her very eyes. “he cheated.” she can hear the shaky exhale, then dry sob before you promptly mute.

and shoko’s confused by her reaction. of course there’s that immediate burst of anger. forget an inkling, she had a whole dissertation on why this guy was bad news. like how he took you to a hockey game with his brother, leaving without you because he ‘forgot you tagged along’, or how he always talked about future plans that somehow always excluded you.

but what surprises her is the little spark of relief, maybe satisfaction, that follows. was she a bad person? no. well, maybe. anyone would be happy if their longtime best friend got out of a toxic relationship, definitely a little forlorn at the prospect of the wakeup call being infidelity, but she was smiling. smiling. as if she had some kind of master plan that was falling into place.

but that can’t be right. you. her best friend. is understandably upset, torn by that scumbag leech’s betrayal. now is not the time to be cheesing. and you’re still on mute, probably halfway through the amount of tears one can cry in a lifetime, while she chomps on a pepped up apple-stick.

“want me to come over?” she asks, mouth full and voice muffled by the half-chewed fruit snack, but sympathetic all the same.

“just wasn’t expecting it, y’know?” your sobs have mostly slowed, but there’s still those uncontrollable little hic!’s that make you squeak as you rest your head on her chest. would it be skeevy of her to say she did? that she could smell the mess he was going to make from a mile away?

“i know.” she murmurs anyway, lidded tawny eyes dropping to your flushed profile as nimble fingers rake through your hair in a gesture that’s almost pacifying. “ugly men get a gorgeous girlfriend and don’t know how to act. he’s the only one to blame.” her voice trickles into something soft as she tries to comfort you.

she keeps combing through your hair with gentle hands, ignoring the snot she can feel bleeding through her shirt as your glossy eyes absently drift over the cheesy sitcom playing on the tv. she barely catches the canned laughter of the programme, eyes too busy trailing the occasional tear that slips from your red-rimmed depths.

there’s a blanketed silence between you, the kind of contentment that doesn’t need words. shoko’s heart beats steadily beneath your cheek. grounding. her lissom palms slide from your crown to your nape. fingers trace light stripes down to your shoulder, trailing soothing circles over the thick material of your sweatshirt. a barrier.

“you got anything to drink here?” she hums, gaze breaking from your profile to follow your vacant stare at the too-bright screen. “might help you feel better.” she feels selfish for suggesting alcohol, but she needs a smile from you tonight. at least one. and she has a knack for cracking better jokes when she’s just a little tipsy.

“yeah. got some open sake in the fridge.” you mutter after a beat, shakily sniffling against her one last time before raising your head. she pats you once before getting up, sauntering off in a way that almost catches your exhausted attention. you watch the subtle sway of her hips as she walks with something you chalk up as being passive interest. not because she has a nice butt.

you’re tired. overtired. fresh out of a maelstrom of a relationship, and in need of comfort, your brain is rousing with less than appropriate thoughts of a girl who’s closer than family. but that’s wrong. shoko is your ride or die, your best friend. you don’t even want to entertain thoughts of messing things up because of some unchecked sentiments.

before you can dwell in those unsolicited fantasies any longer, shoko returns. two full glasses in one hand, a substantially emptier bottle in the other. “mmh. this should do the trick.” she sighs with a grin, setting the dwindling rice wine down on the coffee table before slumping beside you. graceful enough to avoid any spillage.

“thanks.” you mumble as she hands you a glass, taking a steady sip before leaning back against the plush pillows lining the couch. “i needed this.” no more hiccups, but your cheeks are still flushed. lashes clumped with drying tears. puffy eyes, and a voice that still sounds too wet. but when you turn to shoko, she’s already watching you. eyes darting around your face like you’re something she needs to explore.

“c’mon.” she abruptly pats her thighs with a free hand. “put your feet up.” she smiles, bringing the glass to her lips as she waits for you to make a move. you’re friends. it’s normal. so you swivel around on the couch, doing as you’re told, calves coming to rest on her lap.

her eyes are drawn back to the poor acting on screen while her palm warmly splays over the bridge of your foot, lightly working up your shin. you’re left dazedly considering her, observing every micro expression that plays on her pretty face as she pretends to not notice you staring

“you’re so soft.” shoko muses quietly, caramel hues flitting down to the skin bared by your sleep shorts. and she knows exactly what she’s doing when she decides to trail her fingers across the smooth surface in a way that’s ticklish enough to make you squirm and almost spit the sake out.

“shoko—!” you hiss, throat burning from the sudden rush of your gulp. “don’t do that.” you continue, coughing. but it’s a struggle to take you seriously when you're still so nasally and swollen. despite the coy smirk on her face, she concedes, stroking you with a firmer touch. you melt.

“no, seriously.” she turns to you, taking another swig of rice wine before leaning back further against the couch, pulling you against her in a way that makes you yelp. “what moisturiser do you use?” she grins, rubbing over your legs with a comically exaggerated fervency that draws a giggle from your lips. perfect.

“wouldn’t you like to know?” you sass back, feeling a lot lighter than before as you playfully kick your legs up, making her laugh softly in response. you both settle, placid in the quiet joy of each other's company. and then you feel it. filthy and hot and burning, clawing up your throat, making spent tears sting your eyes again. for a totally different reason.

you like her. you really like her. more than a friend should.

maybe it’s the cruel realisation of those unwarranted feelings, or the way she just looks at you too warmly, but you down the almost full glass in one go. the taste does little to push away the scorch of guilt rising up your throat like bile. before she can lower her hand and continue touching, you swing your feet off her lap.

“you okay?” she turns to you suddenly, a little startled in the way her sleepy eyes widen just a fraction. you set the glass down with a clink! before rising to your feet. she follows you with her eyes, confused by you pulling away so suddenly. she thought you were finally cheering up. this sudden distress doesn’t look good on you.

“yeah. fine.”

harsh. clipped. not fine. it brings a furrow to her brows and a pang of hurt to her chest. you make a quick escape to the kitchen, only bewildering her more as she mentally checks off all the things she could have done to upset you. was asking for the moisturiser too much? she sure hopes it wasn’t.

“you’re saying that.” she mutters dryly, half expecting you to ignore her, let alone respond. so she has a final gulp of the sake before following after you. spotting you hunched by the sink, face held in your hands. she steps beside you, palm hovering over your shoulder as if evaluating the risk of you smacking her hand away.

“still thinking about it?” she asks as if she’s on thin ice. and you hate the pity in her voice. yes, your heart’s still sore from the pain of betrayal, but it’s simultaneously breaking for a whole other reason. nothing to do with him. everything to do with her.

you respond with a nod that’s barely any movement, feeling your palms grow wet with a fresh line of tears you didn’t even realise had begun to slip. she sighs and pulls you into a side hug, lips pressing against the top of your head in something that’s not quite a kiss, but just as comforting. just as affectionate.

“it’s okay. you’ll be okay.” she murmurs, soothing. and you really want to believe her when she handles you like you’re delicate china, gently manoeuvring you to rest your chin against the crook of her neck because you might just shatter if she’s too quick.

and then it comes. messy and tumbling out of your mouth before you can stop it.

“i think i like you.”

voice muffled against her shoulder, heart pounding in your lungs. and she stills for a moment, arms stiff around you as if she’s considering. you hold your breath like you’re waiting for the sting of rejection, for her to pull away. you don’t expect her to play dumb.

“we wouldn’t be friends if we didn't like each other. would we?” but you can feel the sapped bob of her throat as she swallows a little thicker, struggling to keep the tilt of nerves out of her voice as she bluffs naïveté. she keeps you close. maybe she pulls you closer. you’re too dizzy to decide.

and maybe you can just play the fool and blow it off, blame it on the headache of heartache and the just chugged sake storming through your system. but that feels like a cop out. a cheap excuse. more lies, more secrets. it’s not what you need. and it might be a mistake, it might ruin everything you’ve built with her over the years, but you need acknowledgement. closure.

“you know what i meant.” you huff, pulling back to look up at her in all your snotty glory, a muted sliver of the sass shining through the cracks, even in your sadness. she holds your gaze. and it’s there. that tenderness that brings warmth to her wearied eyes.

“i know.” she whispers, eyes closing for a moment and a small smile curls her lips. she takes one of your hands, tepidly lacing your fingers with her own before wrapping you in an embrace you immediately reciprocate. in relief, hugging her back just as tight.

“i think i like you, too.”

a/n: i wish shoko was real

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hannieoftheyear · 8 months ago

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everybody gets horny on halloween (lsm)

Seokmin dressed as a clown shouldn't be looking this hot, but in the spirit of halloween, you let that deep desire come out to life for one night when he bets he's the best kisser out of the whole friend group.

✧.* pairing: dokyeom x fem reader

✧.* w.c: 7,9k

✧.* genre: college au, porn with plot, friends to ?? (minors dni) | content: clown d(ic)k, frat boy dk, he's a dork but also a tease, everyone has a severe case of horniness, alcohol consumption, cursing, this has no business being this long but I just couldn't stop | smut: mutual masturbation, oral (m), fingering, protected penetration (clowns use condoms✊ and so should you).

read part 2 here!

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✧.* note: i just know he's the best kisser in svt... you get it. this is the most unserious thing i've written so far, but i ended up really liking it? i might do a christmas version im not sure yet. last thing, I apologize if there are any mistakes🙏

Halloween is the one night a year when you can be someone else and not feel bad about it, when you can let your deepest desires get to the surface and let them take over, because, who cares? Right?

Who cares that you spent half an hour doing shots and discussing your best hook ups with a bunch of girls, which led to them going into heavy detail about their hookups with your best friends and now you can’t forget about it? And now you’re sitting too close to them in a couch too small for the four of you, with vivid images and descriptions of how your friends like to go down on girls and a feeling on the pit of your stomach you can’t shake off?

It doesn’t help that all of them are dressed like idiots and acting like horny teenagers who desperately want to get laid, but somehow, the costumes work for them. If you weren’t drunk, it would be embarrassing. A potato with stab wounds, a firefighter with a tiger-printed uniform, and a clown that has no sense of style? You can’t be seriously getting the hots for any of them, but you’re not the only one with that issue.

Earlier, from the kitchen, you could see where they were sitting and how girls went up to them again and again, twirling their hair and biting their lips to get their attention, Chan even going up to his room with one of them. Those things happen at every single frat party, but something about tonight’s is just different.

Looking around the room, very little people are alone, doesn’t matter the costume. Everyone’s either hand in hand with someone, flirting standing against the halloween decorated walls, taking up space on the other couches making out furiously (Mingyu has been jealously throwing popcorn at one specific couple for over five minutes and they still haven’t noticed), and approximately every ten minutes you see another frat guy going upstairs with a girl. It's not easy not to get horny when this is the vibe you’re surrounded with.

From the corner of your eye, even with the dark purple and red lighting, you can see a group of girls ogling your friends, probably not pleased at you for keeping them hostage.

How they all managed to get fuckboy reputations is beyond your comprehension, because they’re still the same boys who like to stay up all night playing videogames and ask you to leave when talking about jerking off, but apparently getting into a fraternity just does that for men. Anywhere you go with them, they always gather a group of girls, and even sometimes boys, gawking at them so furiously you sometimes think they’re capable of undressing them with their stares. And now you’re becoming one of them. Knowing how popular they are and knowing how each of them behave during sex are two fundamentally different things. Sure, you have eyes. You know they’re handsome and hot, but the thought of having sex with any of them never crossed your mind for some reason.

The effects of your little chat are starting to be obvious as they talk about something right by your side, and your eyes are trained to the way Seokmin’s lips move as he talks, mind going to dangerous places imagining how they would feel against yours.

The ridiculous make-up he has on accentuates the way his mouth moves in an weirdly enticing way, the red across his lips and the lipstick streaks going down his face drive your eyes instinctively to his lips, and they stay there, like they have a life of their own. His nose is painted red, imitating the fluffy noses clowns usually wear, accentuating one his undoubtedly best feature, and it makes it virtually impossible for you not to focus on his face either way. You wouldn’t mind getting your pale make-up ruined by the cheap lipstick he bought if it meant you’d get to smash your mouths together and test what all those girls told you about him.

The man in question shakes your leg, his hands on your knee giving you infinite goosebumps, and they’re all looking at you, like they’re waiting for an answer to a question you did not hear.

“What?”

“We saw you talking to those girls earlier. Did they say anything about us? Should we go up to them?" Mingyu repeats, his head peaking out from behind Seokmin.

“They were rating their hook ups with all of you, feedback included.” First mistake of the night, telling them the truth.

“Really?” Mingyu sounds way too excited hearing your reply. “What did they say?”

“I bet you think it was good… but I’m not telling you.”

“C’mon! You can’t just tell us something like that and not follow up!” Soonyoung comes up right behind Mingyu, just as eager.

“Why do you want to know what a few girls, that you clearly don’t even remember by the way, think about you? All of you already have half the campus waiting for the chance to hook up with you.”

“This is an opportunity for us to get better! What if Mingyu’s terrible at making out and doesn’t know it?” Soonyoung doesn’t miss the chance to tease the other.

“Hey!” Mingyu pouts as the others chuckle at his cuteness, “not that you need to know, but I’m actually a really good kisser.” The declaration makes all of you burst out laughing, but it only eggs him further.

“Yo! I’m being serious! Why don’t you ask your sister?” Soonyoung shuts up instantly, sending Mingyu a death stare, making you and Seokmin die of laughter. He’s been quiet until now but starts clapping to accompany his loud laughter in a second.

Sitting right by his side, every move Seokmin makes, you feel. His arm brushes against yours every now and then, and you're so close you could prop your legs on top of him if you wanted to sit more comfortably. Even the slightest touches make your tummy do cartwheels. Touches you wouldn’t normally think about twice, as it’s usual for friends to be physically close to one another, but tonight, every touch, graze and glance of his sends electric waves rushing through every vein of your body.

It can’t be normal. He’s acting goofy like he always is. Nothing in his demeanor changed. He still screams when laughing, claps and moves around when he’s entertained, and sings the songs coming out of the speakers out of nowhere. There’s nothing out of the ordinary besides the ridiculous costume he decided to wear and an uncommon, confident attitude you’ve seen only a few times.

“Everyone knows that a true good kisser doesn’t say they’re good.” Soonyoung’s still laughing hysterically, but doesn’t miss the opportunity to tease Mingyu further.

“Ah really? And are you one?” Mingyu replies smugly, trying to set a trap for him, but his plan backfires.

“Why don’t you ask your sister?” The smile on Mingyu’s face disappears in an instant, triggering another choir of laughter, echoing across the entire room and catching a few stares.

“Alright, alright.” A sulking Mingyu waits for the laughs to die down, not wanting the conversation to keep going, to not be the center of the teasing for any longer.

“Wait, guys! Let’s not forget the main issue here. Our dear, dear friend, is keeping important information from us!” You hoped they’d forget about it for a little bit longer, but Soonyoung refuses to let it go.

“I don’t know, guys, it feels wrong.” It’s not like those girls asked you to keep it a secret, but still. Your gaze connects with Seokmin’s for the first time tonight after you’ve started avoiding him, pleading him with your eyes to help out of the situation, but a voice gets between you.

“C’mon! You don’t even have to tell us who said what. We only want the feedback.” Mingyu tries again, and it’s a rather good argument. You can get them off your backs, and you don’t reveal the girls’ names.

You pretend to think about what to say, like one specific thing the girls said hasn’t been plaguing your mind, like you haven’t been thinking about it since you sat by his side, like your stomach doesn’t flip and your ears don’t turn burning red at the single thought of testing if what they said was true.

“Well, there’s something they all agreed on…” They turn completely silent waiting for you to continue, “since we’re talking about kissing, they all agreed on who’s the best one out of you.”

Something deep within you heats up with a jealousy you’ve never felt before. So many girls got to kiss him, feel his lips against theirs, his hands on their body, and none of them were you. Curiosity, jealousy, and want all combine inside you.

“Well? Are you gonna tell us who?” Soonyoung‘s voice brings you back to reality. They’re still looking at you expectantly, small smirks starting to show on their faces, expecting their respective names to be called.

“It was… Seokmin.”

The air stills as you pronounce his name, and your eyes grow wide, waiting for their response. Nothing in your line of sight looks useful to relieve the heat growing inside of you at the embarrassment. The two men you didn’t name look at each other with wide eyes, raising their eyebrows before erupting into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Seokmin’s voice only makes the sound of laughter grow. “You’re so envious, both of you.” A tinge of pride manages to escape through the tone of his voice. He looks so hot when he’s confident.

“Sorry, I’m sorry, it was just… unexpected.” Soonyoung replies, still cackling.

“My man! You have to tell us your secrets!” Mingyu teases, fully believing what you said but not stopping his giggles.

“Are you sure we’re talking about the same Seokmin here?” Soonyoung asks you directly, but you don’t get to answer.

“I will literally kiss every one of you to prove it, right here, right now.” A sulky Seokmin interrupts the conversation, making a kissy face to Soonyoung, who feigns disgusts and slides away from him.

Their banter distracts them from your curious form, eyes fixed on Seokmin as he defends himself from the teasing duo. Their voices blur as they become background noise, everything slows down around you, only Seokmin’s face present in your mind, how his eyebrows quirk as he talks, how his nose scrunches at the teasing, the way his soft lips move at every word he pronounces. You realize you’ve never seen him kiss anyone with your own eyes, and thank god for that, because if you’re in this state with only a few references, you wouldn’t be able to manage with visual proof.

A loud cough distracts you from your train of thought, luckily before your imagination goes too far, but when you focus your eyes, you find the three men staring at you.

“Fantasizing about something?” Soonyoung asks teasingly.

“Yeah, about you shutting the hell up.” It comes out a lot more defensive than you want, definitely blowing your cover.

“If you want him to prove it to you, you can just ask.” Your eyes dart between Soonyoung‘s teasing smirk and Seokmin’s surprised face.

“Oh shut up.” Heat rushes to your cheeks, and before anyone can see you getting more embarrassed, you get up and start walking towards the empty kitchen. “I’m getting something to drink.”

The realization hits you right then and there, with all the shouting and laughing on the background, in the dirty kitchen of the frat house. You really, truly, desperately want your clown-dressed fratboy friend to fuck you. Well, not necessarily fuck you – even though you wouldn’t be opposed – but at least kiss you dumb until you can’t feel your lips anymore.

The poorly-lighted kitchen is sadly not empty, currently occupied by at least three couples making out, but you’ve learned to ignore them for tonight. The lonely bottle of water at the back of the fridge calls your name, and it might just be the only thing able to drag you back to earth and lower the little drunkenness left in your system. You can’t be fantasizing like that, not about one of your best friends, and especially not in front of him!

You’re still standing with your shoulder against the fridge as you try to fill your brain with any other thought that isn’t Seokmin’s mouth on yours and his big slim hands pushing you against him. It’s not working, and the universe taunts you further. The door opens, revealing that same clown costume invading your every thought. He stands by your side without saying a word and takes the water bottle out of your hands after you’ve gulped down half of it.

“Are you okay?” His voice startles you. But he sounds caring, and it just sends you down the spiral again. You don’t want to face him. Not right now. Not ever.

“Yeah, sorry for rushing off like that…” Your voice trembles slightly as he takes a few steps and stands in front of you, forcing you to look at him.

“They can go overboard sometimes.” He sounds actually worried, and it just makes you want him more. He cares about you, and he’s hot, and you’re surrounded by couples making out! It’s too much.

“I just wanted them to drop the topic.” No more than a few words manage to mumble out of you. You feel so stupid. Never in the history of your friendship were you ever nervous to talk to him. Fuck those girls for talking so casually about guys, fuck them for putting those thoughts on your mind, fuck them for being the ones who can experience getting kissed by him.

“Maybe they would’ve let it go after a few minutes.” Panic sets in as his words register on your brain. Shit, you’ve made him uncomfortable by putting him on the spot.

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Don’t worry, you didn’t. I don’t actually care what they think about it, they’re not the ones I’m kissing after all.” He tries to calm you down with a joke and you chuckle back as a reply, but your stomach does a funny little jump at the mention of kissing.

“It’s the only thing I could think of so it kinda just spilled out, I didn’t mean to put you on the spot.” You try to justify yourself and apologize once again, but Seokmin stopped listening after the first part of your sentence.

“The only thing you could think of? Why?” Something in the tone of his voice sends warning signals to the rational part of your brain, but it's already too dizzy to understand.

He takes half a step forward, looking at you intensely, like he’s Pennywise, and he wants to have you for dinner. You’d let him.

“I-I- I don’t know…” His sudden closeness makes a blank slate of your brain. He’s getting ever so slightly closer by the second, almost entering your personal space, and words take you double the time to process, like you’re just learning how to speak. “It surprised me.”

He places his hands on your side, caging you against the counter, forcing you to keep looking him in the eyes. His body heat embraces you, warming up your own body until red can be seen even under your white makeup. Is this how he usually flirts? Is this what all those girls felt? He’s taller than you, so naturally, you have a perfect view of his lips. Lips that move, asking something you don’t get to hear, too entranced in the way they quirk with each word to pay attention to anything else. A smirk begins to show on his face. He’s definitely noticing his effect.

“You don’t think I can be a good kisser?”

Does his smirk have superpowers? The clown makeup only seems to make it hotter, and you can’t look away. It’s hypnotizing, calling to you to fulfill your desires.

“Do you care what I think about it?” What he said before about not caring resonates in your brain.

“It depends.” His dark eyes dart down to your lips as his face gets closer to yours, so close your noses bump into each other.

“On what?” You manage to breath out. Your eyes flutter closed instinctively, waiting for him to finally connect your lips and end your suffering. But you feel nothing besides his breath fanning over your lips.

“You know, Soonyoung was right before.” His voice makes your eyes fly open. His face is still only a couple of inches away from yours, but his smug expression tells you you’ll have to work for what you want. “If you want me to prove it to you, you just gotta ask.”

You can feel his hands right beside yours on the counter surface, his skin calling for your touch. Does this mean he wants to kiss you too? If all it takes is you asking for it...

“What makes you think I even want that?” His smirk doesn’t even come close to twitching at yours words.

“So, we’re just gonna pretend you weren’t drooling over me before?” Yeah, you were caught, right in the act, and there’s no way out. If you back out now, your chance will be lost, and it will forever be awkward for the both of you to interact after this.

“I wasn’t drooling…” He doesn’t believe you, and you don’t either. “I was just thinking about the information I was given.”

“And did you come to any conclusion?” You’re sure you’ve never felt this kind of closeness before. Not even the ugly jacket he’s wearing is capable of breaking the spell casted by your personal spaces fusing together. The drunk dizziness left your body a long time ago, only leaving Seokmin’s effects to play with your body. You crave more of him. Your hands fly away from the counter down the hem of his clown t-shirt, playing with it as Seokmin's levels of confidence reach a new peak.

“Yeah…” A shiver runs down your spine and to your core at the feeling of being observed by him. His hands place themselves on both sides of your hips, making you almost stutter your words. “That I’m the best person you could ask for advice.”

“Right… and why is that?” He nods tauntingly, smirk getting wider as his eyes focus on your parted lips.

“First, I’m always the first one to tell you when you make a mistake, so you know I won’t lie, and secondly, I just think it would be fair for me to know,” your words make him chuckle and your stomach contracts. Fuck, you really love that sound. “If every girl on campus gets to know, then I should too, right?”

“Know what exactly?”

“H-how,” He really got you. You can’t even say it.

“How, what? How I kiss? You have to use words, baby, tell me what you want.” If he could hear the way your heartbeat speeds up at the pet name, you’d fall right to the floor out of embarrassment.

A look around the kitchen to check if it’s a safe space calms you down. The couples making out are all long gone, and you haven’t been paying much attention to your surroundings beyond Seokmin's body, but you realize people haven’t been entering the kitchen for a while either. It’s now or never.

“Fine,” you let him win, but not without rolling your eyes, “can you kiss me?”

“Hmm, you can do better than that.” He’s still playing his little game, waiting for you to say what he wants. You lay your hands on his chest, learning at the worst time possible that he’s actually quite ripped, and you forget his game, and your surroundings, and your worries.

“I want you to kiss me, and if you don't do something in the next two seconds, I swear I'm leaving this fucking party and never speaking to you ag–”

First, you feel his fingers on your chin, tilting it up to reach his height, and then he presses his lips against yours, so softly you can’t fathom him being the same person that was teasing you just a second ago. Both of your hands fly to the back of his neck, pushing him harder against you as your lips start to move. He reciprocates immediately, moving his lips over yours with a sweetness that would drive a diabetic straight to the hospital.

You get drunk of the feeling of him, deepening the kiss far more than you first intended as his mouth leads yours as he wishes, and his hands sneak to the sides of your waist. It’s not messy nor rough like you’re used to with other men, on the contrary, Seokmin takes his time savoring the raw skin of your lips, a tender deepness that keeps you in for more.

The last bit of air in your lungs leaves you as a sigh, and Seokmin separates from you just in time before you pass out in his arms due to the lack of oxygen. You absentmindedly chase his lips, but he doesn’t smirk cockily like you expected and just glares at you, his eyes dark and clouded with something you’ve never seen in him, and lips parted with red lipstick smeared around them.

Only breathing sounds are heard for a second before you’re both smashing your mouths together again. No time for thinking about how this will affect your friendship, letting yourselves dwell in this newfound desire.

He dominates the new kiss immediately, his hands pushing you against him even more if possible. There’s no softness this time, nothing to prove, only lust and want pushing your bodies closer and closer until there’s no space left. Your nose brushes against his when he switches the angle, lighting a fire all the way down to your core. But he’s still not rough. He moves with a controlled power that makes you whimper on his lips. It is the perfect opportunity for him to finally sneak his tongue and tangle it with yours.

You welcome the intrusion eagerly, sighing on his lips again as he explores to his liking. His hands don’t stay put and travel to your thighs to effortlessly lift you on top of the counter. Your legs open, welcoming him to slot between them, and his groin hits just on the crevice of your inner thigh.

Sounds are made that shouldn’t be heard in any public place when Seokmin bites on your lower lip, but he drinks them all in, his mouth not letting your little moans reach any other ears beside his. His hands grope your thighs, bringing you closer to his growing hard, nearly desperate for more friction, but he explores more of your body with the same attitude, like he wants you to feel him everywhere. Your arms wrap around his neck and flush your chests together, and the plastic hair of the clown wig tickles on top of your skin, but it doesn’t prevent you from caging him against your body so the kiss never ends.

A loud shattering sound makes you break apart, both of you worried trying to locate the source, but it luckily didn’t come from inside the kitchen, still empty as it was earlier, and when you look back at each other, eyes wide and jaws slightly hanging, realization hits the both of you simultaneously.

“Fuck!”, “Holy shit.”

While your reaction leans more to a ‘fuck, you’ll never be able to forget about this', his sounded more of a ‘holy shit, that really happened’.

“You’ve been keeping that from me this whole time!?” Your question creates a smugness in his face that weirdly sends a wave of arousal through your body.

“You could’ve always known, if you asked.” There's something more to what he’s saying, more than a reference to what Soonyoung said earlier. “So, what do we do now?”

“We’re gonna leave this gross kitchen, sneak past everyone on the living room, and then you’re gonna take me up to your room.” The words leave your mouth firmly, confidently, like you’re not proposing to change your friendship forever, like you’re not about to shit your pants waiting for his reaction.

“Are you serious?”

“You don’t want to? Fuck, this is embarrassing.” And your fantasy has come to an end. It was good, it served its purpose. Now you’ll just have to figure out how to transfer universities and get a new group of friends as quick as tomorrow.

“Wait!” His loud, almost desperate voice makes you remove your hands from your face. You’re positive your blushed state can be seen from a mile away, but he seems more worried about what you said than anything else. “Yes, I want to, so badly.”

A breath you didn’t know you were holding escapes your lungs as you scrape your runaway plans. He notices you visibly relaxing and grabs your hand, which shouldn’t feel electrifying, especially not after exchanging saliva for a hot minute, but it still sends goosebumps across your arms and chest. He makes sure to peek his head out the door to check if the way’s clear, and you only hear a light chuckle before he fully opens the door to let you through behind him.

The few people left in the living room don’t know you. They’re either too drunk, too high, or sliding their tongues down someone else’s throat to even care about you. Mingyu’s long gone, leaving Soonyoung on the couch with a girl dressed like a tiger sitting on his lap, mouths attached, and making sounds you wish you could unhear.

Going up the stairs, you catch your reflection on a small dirty mirror hanging on the wall. You’re lucky none of your other friends saw you in this state cause you'd be subjected to lifelong bullying –lovingly they'd say. Your make-up is ruined. Not only is there red lipstick smeared all around your lips and chin, there’s also a stain on the tip of your nose. Your hair is completely disheveled, and if you were to check your outfit, you’re sure you’ll find your black dress wrinkled up far more than what would be considered decent in public.

But none of that really matters. Not when Seokmin leads you through the path of caution tape and forbidden sings covering the entire second floor. Not even when you finally reach his door, breathing heavily and still holding hands. And especially not when you finally enter his room and he traps you against the door as he closes it shut.

Your mouths are quick to find each other again, lips moving against the other, so naturally you’d think you have been doing this for years. You hurriedly take his wig off and throw it somewhere on the floor, revealing his beautiful hair ready to be tangled in between your fingers. He wastes no time and presses himself against you, letting you feel how hard he already is as his tongue finds its way inside your mouth again.

You moan freely in his arms, a new sound escaping you every time his hands find another sensitive spot anywhere on your body, and now that you’re really alone and the music isn’t blasting right beside your ears, you can hear the sounds he makes too. Every time you suck on his bottom lip, he lets out the tiniest whimper, that he fights to hold back and keeps failing, and sends a wave of arousal all the way down to your core, making you grind on his hard length and encouraging him to kiss you harder.

Harder and down your jaw and neck, kissing and nibbling your sensitive skin that isn’t painted for your spooky makeup, while his hands travel up your torso and cup your covered boobs.

Your hands find their way inside his colorful jacket, forcing him to take his hands off of you so you can slip it off, but not daring move his lips off your skin. His mouth works relentlessly on every part of your neck he can reach, and you’re discovering there’s more things he can do with it than just making out. You claw your nails on his newly discovered biceps when he lightly bites on the uncovered skin above your clavicles. It’s unbelievable how he manages to hide his gym body under his usual comfy clothes.

“Before we do anything, can I ask you what you’re supposed to be dressed up as?” The question takes you by surprise, and he’s serious about it too. But with the feeling of his lips still lingering on every bit of skin of your neck, it takes a second to find the answer in your mushy brain.

“Wh– I'm Morticia Addams! I thought it was obvious?” Seokmin takes look up and down your body –as best as your closeness lets him, and nods with a raise of eyebrows, which would’ve had your legs turn into jelly a minute ago, but you’re too confused by his sudden intervention. “Fuck, you ruined the moment.”

“Did I?” In the most cliché way possible, he flutters his eyes closed as he gives you a peck on the lips, and then on the corner of your mouth, and on your left cheek, leaving you sighing for more. He kisses his way up to the shell of your ear, his breath tingling lightly as he parts his lips to whisper in your ear. “You looked really fucking hot, but I think you’ll look even better with this off.”

Your skin lights on fire under his fingers as he runs them up your thighs and inside your dress, lifting it slowly. His words and actions take a second to match in your brain, but as soon as you understand, you’re holding your arms up, ready to finally have the skin to skin contact you crave. You’re left only in your underwear, but he’s still fully dressed, and before he resumes his ministrations on your body, your hands start lifting up his shirt so he takes the hint.

How your eyes don’t pop out of your face seeing Seokmin’s defined chest for the first time will remain a mystery. A quiet curse leaves your lips, which you only know he heard because he chuckles before lifting you up by your thighs and heading to his bed.

He drops you softly on the mattress, and you prop on your elbows to admire him as he takes his pants off. He’s always been reserved with his body, never taking off his shirt, even at the pool or the beach. And you’re not going to deny and say that the thought of what he’d possibly look like under his baggy clothes never crossed your mind, but the reality knocks your imagination right out of the park.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You’re staring shamelessly, and his boxers tighten under your lust-filled gaze.

“I’ve never seen you so… naked before.”

“I’m guessing this is a good reaction?”

“You’re really fucking hot,” Seokmin crawls on top of you, his buff arms at both sides of your head and his hips between your legs, grinning at your words but not stopping your rambling yet, “like, you should just go around naked all the time, people deserve to see this.”

“You’re exaggerating.” In an attempt to shut you up, he lowers his head and starts a trail of kisses down your neck, his lips grazing your skin on the way down and giving you goosebumps.

“I’m not. I’m serious. I think you sh–” His fingers ghost over your damp panties, finally succeeding in deleting the stream of words coming out of your mouth.

“You think I should what?” You lift your hips to try and get more friction, but he removes it and pins you down with a cheeky grin as he looks at you again.

You feel his smirk against your hip bone, and a sigh leaves your mouth as his hand makes a comeback and presses his fingers harder against your core. But the closeness of his mouth to your covered folds sends one singular warning signal to your brain. And you decide to listen to it. “What are you doing?”

“I really want to eat you out right now.” Fuck. His dark eyes look at you so intensely, smirk widening as he most definitely feels the new rush of wetness damping your panties further.

“Shit, fuck,” the need for his tongue is so bad, your walls tighten over nothing, “I can’t, not with that makeup all over your face, I’m not about to get an infection.” His face just above your core, his breaths fanning over your wet panties making you shiver, is something you’ll never forget. It pains you to reject the best offer you’ve ever been given.

“That’s fine, I’ll do it next time.” He doesn’t give you the chance to process what he said, immediately aiming to kiss your neck again. “What should I do then?”

“I think you should get over here. Now.” He’s so close his chuckle reverberates through your whole chest. “And put that hand to use.”

Somehow, you find the strength to sound as serious as possible while you pat the empty spot beside you on the mattress. He complies with what you ask quickly, taking off your panties in a swift motion and circling around you to kneel by your torso, his hand never leaving his claimed spot on your inner thigh.

His hard strains under his boxers, and it’s so close to your head, so ready for your hand to take, so that’s what you do. Your touch over his clothed bulge makes him let out a long groan, followed by his hand sneaking down your body. The coldness from his middle finger sliding against your wet folds sends shivers up your spine, getting a breath caught in your lungs. You can’t speak, and the light teasing touches his other hand scatters across your bare chest aren’t helping.

Before he starts playing with your cunt, you use all your willpower to grab the fabric of his boxers and yank them down. A wave of arousal pulses out of you at the sight, his dick standing tall, pink and proud before your eyes, glistening from the precum already smeared on the tip. And just when he begins collecting the juices coming out of you, you swirl your tongue around his tip.

From your position, you have to wrap your hand around the base of his cock your mouth can’t reach. An unholy sound comes out of him, sensitive from being hard and caged in his pants for so long, and his hand falters against your needy core. Every sound of his encourages you more and more, you want to hear more, you want to make him feel good. And the more length you suck into your mouth, the more he presses his wet fingers against your clit, it’s a perfect combination.

You look up to find him already staring at you, his make-up smeared around his face, all because of you, not fully believing what’s happening. As you bob your head up and down his tip, his hips buck into you just as he pushes two fingers into you.

Your warm walls welcome the intrusion, ready for whatever pace he wants to set. And oh boy, does he. The wetness gushing out of you nonstop makes it easy for him to thrust his fingers in and out of you at the speed of light. Your mouth stops working, lips parted and moaning uncontrollably as you do your best to drag your hand up and down his cock to give him at least some of the pleasure back.

His fingers are so long, they reach places your hand could only dream of, slowing down and finding every spot that makes you squirm and clench around them embarrassingly fast. He’s slow but hard, letting the palm of his hand press against your clit before he slides out. It's dizzying, and your legs start feeling wobbly and threaten to close around his arm the second he finds your gspot and starts abusing it.

A stream of curses and praises mumbles out of you, and it barely makes any sense in your head, but his hand speeds up, drilling into you with a newfound energy. You’ve stopped touching him at this point, but Seokmin’s still so hard, getting off on your pleasure. He delights himself in the way your walls clamp around his fingers, feeling every new wave of wetness that coats them every time he reaches your sensitive spots.

The little control left you have over your body starts faltering, your stomach tightens, your hips grind against his fingers searching for more, even if you can’t handle it, and your legs begin trembling. Everything part of a chain reaction that culminates as he adds a third finger, finally getting you to the edge.

It hits you powerfully, making you lose control of your body as your legs shake and you spasm around his fingers that are somehow still sliding in and out of you, helping you ride out the earth-shattering orgasm.

“Fuck!” You breath out, voice hoarse, hinting that you might’ve screamed a little louder than usual.

“That was so fucking hot.” Seokmin slots between your legs again, his boxers nowhere to be seen, his cock slapping against his abs and barely grazing your sensitive cunt.

“You thought that was hot? You got me to like, another astral plane just now.” You’re so comfortable with him that the honesty just slips out. Does it really matter if it makes his ego grow? “The rumors are true.”

“Rumors?” His fingers run freely on your waist and the sides of your back, feeling your skin against his, touching and fondling where he pleases.

“Yeah, I’ve heard a lot about you, not only about kissing.” The reminder of the kissing makes you blush, silly now that he’s literally had his fingers inside you just a moment ago.

“Really? What else have those girls told you?” Feathery light kisses up your chest and jaw make a million butterflies erupt in your stomach. He’s so captivatingly close to your lips, you’re ready for another round again.

“Hmm, let’s not talk about you fucking other girls when you could be fucking me.” Reality hits him as you pronounce those words. “Where do you keep your condoms?”

“Right, right, right.” It's like his teasing persona fades off as he clumsily gets off the bed to look for them, in a rush and forgetting to avoid some of the things scattered on the floor.

With the shiny packet in his hand, he’s back between your legs like Flash, opening it and sliding the condom on his still fully erect dick in record time. You wrap your arms around his neck, and your legs hug his hip right against your once again needy core, and he’s about to lose his mind.

“Are you sure you want this? Like sure sure.” Where does this hesitation come from? You scan his eyes and his expression for answers, and he silently awaits your answer.

“Did what just happened not answer your question?” One of your hands sneak between your bodies, grabbing his cock and pressing it against your wet folds, earning a pretty sigh from him.

“I just– fuck, I wanna hear you say it.” His hips get a life of their own, sliding in between your cunt and your hand, covering his cock in all your wetness.

“Say what? That I want your cock inside me?” He twitches at your words, his hips faltering and moving his tip closer to your hole. “That I want you to fuck me?”

Your words flip a switch inside him. His eyes darken right before your gaze, and you don't register when his hands hold your legs up and place your calves on his shoulders. And you're at his mercy instantly.

“I want you to beg.” His voice sounds lower, deeper than you’ve ever heard. His length drags against your folds one last time, collecting his last coat of arousal before giving in and pushing his tip barely inside your hole. “Beg for me to fuck you until your legs give out.”

He alternates between sliding his tip inside of you just enough to have you craving for more, and removing it to tease your sensitive clit further. Begging for him is not going to be a problem.

“Fuck, I want you to fuck me, please. I need you.”

The stretch is immediate. Everything about him is big. His arms holding your legs up, his thighs on both sides of your hips, and his cock opening you up, making you lose your breath for the tenth time tonight. Your walls slowly welcome him in, like molding to his shape, and when he bottoms out, you both let out long groans.

You can’t talk. You can’t even breathe as he starts thrusting his cock in and out of you, hitting your deepest spots back and forth, slowly getting to know what makes you react. And for the first time in his life, he was speechless too.

The way your walls hug him as if to keep him there forever, sucking him in deeper and deeper with every thrust. Your legs quiver every time he pounds into you so deep and rough that his thighs slap against yours, and your nails claw just above his knees, leaving marks only he’ll be able to see.

“Pussy so tight, fuck.” He mumbles more to himself than to you, but your body registers his words and clenches around him harder. “Taking me so well, so wet, can’t believe it.” He's barely making sense, but the choked up sentences he manages to let out have the exact intended effect.

You can’t answer, and even if you could, you don’t know what unholy sounds would come out instead of words.

The wet squelching sounds eager him to go faster, harder, and he lowers his torso until your knees touch your chest and his arm that’s holding them presses against your tummy. His face is so close to yours, yet you can’t kiss him. His relentless rhythm doesn’t stop, jolting your body upwards with every hard thrust. Your instinctive reaction is to look away and close your eyes, but he won’t allow it.

His free hand grabs your jaw and forces you to look straight at him. Maybe he said something, but you can’t hear him, not when his cock hits so deep inside you, you feel him on your throat.

“I’m c-close.” Your voice comes out so small you fear he won’t hear you either.

But his arm frees your legs, and as you open them to wrap around his waist and push him deeper against you, his newly free hand creeps down your body. His finger toys with your clit so fast, you barely have time to comprehend what’s happening. You hold his face close to yours, eyes connected with his as you let out a string of screams and moans as you come undone.

He pounds you hard, and your walls clamp around him so much that he has to hold your hips in place with both hands. The room becomes a blurry mess as he prolongs your orgasm, thrusting and pounding into you, searching for his own.

“Come inside me, please, I wanna feel you.” His hips stutter against you, and a guttural moan escapes out of him as a response.

The feel of his cock twitching inside you, spilling into the condom as your walls hug him tight, will be tattooed on your mind forever.

His body falls on top of you, breathing heavily as his face hides on the crook of your neck. You stare at the ceiling, thinking of every possible outcome after this. But your thoughts come to an end as a pair of plush lips press against yours gently.

“You okay?” Seokmin’s shiny eyes look at you softly.

“Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking.” He slowly slips out of you to lay by your side, making you both wince.

“You’re not regretting it, are you?”

“No, actually, quite the opposite.” You’re afraid to look at him. To see his reaction to your pseudo-confession.

“Thank god, because there’s no way I could live with this only being a one-time thing.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“Seriously, it was so much better than my imaginat– shit.” He shuts up immediately, blowing his own cover. He puts his boxers back in a hurry while you process his words.

“What?! You’ve thought about this before?” That alone has you ready for another round.

“Fuck, you weren’t supposed to know, but yeah.” You fight another chuckle, not wanting to make fun of him, but he takes notice and continues to explain. “You have no idea how hot you look all the time, it messed with my head! Stop laughing!”

“Sorry, I’m sorry, you look funny with the make-up ruined across your face.” You couldn’t hold back, and also, making him focus on something else might distract him from your blushed face and your heart racing.

“You look the same, by the way!” he says on his way to his connected bathroom.

“It’s your fault!” You shout back even though you don’t really care that your make-up’s ruined. “I'll just take it off before going to sleep.”

“Yeah, about that.” You think he’s about to ask you to sleep over, but one look at where he’s standing tells you the real reason. The soap all over his face and hands is stained pink, and even if he’s covered with pinky foam, you can see his worried expression. “This is not washing off.”

You run over to him after putting on one of his big t-shirts pooled over one chair by the bed, ready to look in the mirror and see just how much worse your face looks compared to when you left the kitchen. Seokmin’s drying his face off as you take in all the redness on yours. It’s going to fade eventually, right? After a few washes? At least you don’t have classes for two more days.

In the midst of your panicking, the door to the room shoots open, revealing Soonyoung with the couch girl. He sees Seokmin coming out of the bathroom and quickly realizes he’s in the wrong room.

“What the hell man!”

“Shit, sorry bro, thought it was my room.”

“Who was tha–” You stop in your tracks coming out of the bathroom.

Silence fills the room for the number of seconds it takes Soonyoung to analyze the situation. Seokmin in his underwear and you coming out of his bathroom with only a big t-shirt, both of you with matching red stains on your faces.

“Holy shit! I knew it! I can’t believ–“ He gets cut off by Seokmin shutting the door on his face.

You stare at him. And he stares at you. And Soonyoung‘s voice echoes through the hallway until he finally gets inside his actual room.

“He’s never going to leave us alone is he?”

“Nope, we'll have to own up to it.”

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Take a Picture [Grim | Casper]

Content: AFAB Reader, Lingerie, Men in Lingerie, Banter, Nude Photos, Dom/Sub Undertones, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Smut, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None (AFAB)

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You and Casper had a very active sexual life. Once he was here, and once you had your hands on him, well—Simply put, the two of you got your fill of each other, and yet it was never enough.

This, however, was new to the two of you, and you're very interesting on learning just how this thought got into Casper's head.

You ran your fingers over the mesh fabric, then paused as they caught onto some loose ribbon. A smile slowly crept across your face.

"Prefect..." A wonderful plan had devised itself, and you were absolutely ready to enact it.

All you had to do was hold out and wait your turn.

Which proved to be harder than you imagined.

After you had put the outfit on and did a little bit of dolling up, you exited the bathroom. Of course, you knew that he'd also be dressed up—that was the whole point of this.

The outfit was simple—so very simple. It was a black halter dress with an open back and very high slit on both sides, the thin straps of a black thong peaked through the slits, and you added a black leather garter belt for one of his thighs.

But gods, you always seemed to forget just how beautiful Casper really was.

The black contrasted his pale skin, making his skin glow (and glitter? Did he use your shimmer mist?). Especially at his thighs and curves of his hips, both the thong and garter belt, hugging the flesh nicely.

You bite your lip. How could you last with this in front of you? You wanted to take him right now. Ruin him just like you know he wants, and then take your pictures. Actually, maybe you could—

"Sunshine?" He called, snapping you out of your deprived thoughts. "Are you already thinking of throwing in the towel?" One of his fingers found the waistband of the thong, pulling on it, then letting it snap sinfully against his skin. "I know you're trying really hard."

You narrowed your eyes at that.

Big talk meant big action in this household. And now the two of you had reached the climax: seeing just who would break first.

And you'd be damned if it were you.

You smiled, making your way to him. "I'm fine, but—" Your hand ran through his hair, exposing his red ears. "You'll never be able to hide from me."

And then you were gone, pulled away from him and sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'll even let you go first—put me how you want me, Casper."

He took a deep breath as he picked up the camera.

"On your knees, lean back on your hands, stick your chest out." His order was succinct, and his tone left no room for any more banter. You did what you were told, adjusting yourself as he commanded.

Click! "Ass up."

Click!

Then he hesitated, his eyes flicking away from you. "...Lean up against the headboard, spread your legs and..."

You knew where he was going, but you wanted to hear him say it. So you waited, playing with a stray loose thread.

"And spread your cunt."

A spread through your body. You were expecting pussy—not cunt. And the way his voice deepened had your cunt clenching.

You adjusted yourself a bit, finding a more comfortable position. Then your fingers glided down to your pussy and—

"You act unbothered, and yet your pussy drools for my cock."

You squeezed your eyes shut, legs slamming shut.

You heard him chuckle. "That won't do." He moved closer, leaning down next to your ear. "Open or I'll get something to keep them open."

His warm breath sent a shiver down your spine that had you close off more, but when his hand tapped your thigh, you did as you were told, finally spreading yourself like he wanted.

"Eyes on me." Your watery gaze met his unwavering one.

Click!

You breathed a sigh of relief, removing your hand and letting your legs fall shut.

That was...a lot more than you were expecting.

Being the good partner he was, Casper was at your side. "You did so good for me."

"I know." You nuzzled into him. "I just forgot how intense you can get..."

He pressed a kiss against your cheek. "Interesting that you say forgot instead of admitting that you enjoyed it."

"I mean, I did, but…" There was not "but". You liked it, and he knew it, and know that he knew for certain.

You'd be in a lot more trouble down the line. Oh well, that'll be then and this is now.

And now, it was your turn.

You started off easy. Your first picture of him matched your own first picture.

Click!

For the second, you had him move to the end of the bed, and pull the skirt of the dress to the side. Which exposed his very prominent erection and small wet spot.

You smirked. "You look ready to bust—you're already leaking! Do you think you'll be able to hold off until you get inside me?"

He huffed. "...of course." So the answer was maybe.

Well, it was no, but he didn't need to know that.

"I mean, I did, but..." There was not "but". You liked it, and he knew it, and know that he knew for certain.

You'd be in a lot more trouble down the line. Oh well, that'll be then and this is now.

And now, it was your turn.

You started off easy. Your first picture of him matched your own first picture.

Click!

"Pull the thong to the side."

He raised a brow. "That's it?"

You nodded.

"I don't trust you." But did it regardless, hissing as the fabric brushed over the head of his cock.

Click!

He blinked, obviously caught off guard by the sudden flash.

"I wasn't ready!" He frowned.

You smiled at him, moving closer. "Yes, but your face was so pretty. I couldn't help it." You dropped in front of him, "How about one extra picture?" You held out the camera to him.

"...you are insatiable." And yet he still took the device from your hand.

"You're one to talk." You flattened your tongue and licking from the base to the head. "Make sure to get a good shot. You've only got one."

You were going to play with him, maybe edge him a bit, but he was reached his release quicker than either of you expected.

You at least had some sort of warning, though.

"Wait fuck—!"

You squeezed your eyes shut as hot ropes of cum splattered across your face. You took a moment to catch your breath, ready to stand up and clean your face, but—

"Open your mouth. Wide." You weren't expecting him to speak, just take the picture and be done with it. But then something hot and heavy was placed on your tongue, and you knew why.

Click!

You gave him one last good suck before pulling off him with a pop.

"Seven Hells...you will be the death of me."

"My head game's so strong it'll kill you? Damn." You tapped his thigh. "Now, help me to the bathroom, please."

And that was supposed to be the end of it, but of course it wasn't because it was never enough. Somehow, after helping you clean your face, he placed you on the counter, shoving the camera (of course he brought it in here) into your hands bullying himself between your legs, and returned the favor tenfold.

He made you squirt. Your juices sprayed him, his clothes, the counter and ran down the cabinets. And then he lifted his head up, giving you a full view of his soaked face.

Click!

This one was your favorite.

"Fuck me..." You swallowed harshly, placing your hands on your shaking thighs.

"Should I be worried? Was I that good?" He said it casually, cleaning his face, as if he didn't give some of his best head on record.

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Fuck you."

"Actually," Casper pulled off the counter, easily sliding you on his waiting cock. "I'd rather fuck you."

You whined, head hiding in his neck. "S-sensitive..." But that didn't stop you from rolling your hips. "You owe me a picture."

"Of course, of course." You knew that tone, he was plotting.

Oh well, it wasn't like you also weren't doing the same thing. If he wanted more pictures, he could have him.

But you'd also get what was yours.

100% if anything else needs to be tagged, let me know because I've just been released from the haze of this work.

Anyway, I saw these

and they made me lose my fucking mind and I had to stop writing another piece to write this one.

AND THEN I GOT POSSESSED BECAUSE UMMMMMM WHAT IS THIS

DON'T ASK ME, I DON'T KNOW.

Masterlist

#eila ficlets #rated [e]lia for explicit: a date with death #a date with death smut #a date with death grim x reader smut #a date with death casper x reader smut #grim x reader smut #casper x reader smut #a death with death vn

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the-obnoxious-sibling · 11 months ago

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Hi Meredith! I'm a huge Buggy fan and I LOVE your analysis about the manga and I want to share this idea with you. I found myself thinking about Ace, well, we know he met Shanks when he was still with the Spade Pirates and wished to see his "little brother savior", but his meeting with Buggy was a totally different story. At that point years had passed and he was in Whitebeard's fleet as a "son" and commander, looking for revenge on Teach. That makes me wonder... was it really some casuality that he showed up in the Big Top or maybe, just maybe, he was curious to see the other man that was raised by his real father? I mean, I'm sure the old Newgate told something about Roger's past to him, even if Ace denied his origins. if I were in him I would be intrigued, plus it is clear by his acting on the ship that he percives no treat in Buggy, he's clearly not there because he's worried for Luffy, rather he enjoys the meeting very much.

It might be just my fantasy but I'd like to know your opinion.

Love!

[on ao3]

“you’re bold as brass, kid, i’ll give you that,” marco the phoenix said, the twentieth or thirtieth time he patched ace up. “fight a warlord for five days straight for a chance to meet your first emperor, lose impressively enough that pops offers you a spot on his ship, and what do you do with that? try to kill him every day for months.” smiling, he shook his head in a way that infuriated ace, like he thought knew better than ace how things were gonna go.

(he had, of course. ace was hardly the first hotheaded kid marco had seen make the transition from enemy to son—though ace did take the longest time about it.)

“not my first emperor,” was all ace bothered to say in response.

“oh? who else?” marco looked ace over and decided, “not kaidou, not if you attack all emperors on sight. he’s not half as nice as pops.”

ace snorted, grimaced at the spatter of blood this threw across the bandages marco had just finished tying off, and, wiping his nose with the back of his hand, said, “no, it was shanks. and i wasn’t there to kill him.”

marco startled. “oh man, i keep forgetting that kid’s an emperor now! time flies…”

ace sat up. “you know shanks?” he couldn’t help but be curious—he didn’t know much about the man who’d saved, and inspired, his baby brother.

“yeah, i’ve known him nearly thirty years.”

oh, he had meant it when he called shanks ‘kid.’ “…was he a whitebeard pirate too?”

marco laughed. “can you imagine?” he asked, glancing down the deck to look at whitebeard, lounging casually in his oversized chair, like ace hadn’t flung a half-dozen bombs at his head twenty minutes ago. the old man didn’t turn to face them, but his mustache twitched, a sure sign that he was grinning. “no way, that kid was roger’s start to end.”

the name hit ace like a punch to the gut—like the one whitebeard had landed on him nineteen minutes ago, actually, blunt and out of nowhere. “roger?” he asked, breathless.

”oh, yeah, you’re young enough you wouldn’t know,” marco realized. packing away the last of his supplies, he said, “gol d roger didn’t have a fleet like pops, just the one ship, and just two apprentices: shanks and buggy.” scratching at his chin, marco said, “what’d you always call them, pops?”

“red-hair and red-nose,” came the response.

“that’s it.” marco chuckled. “roger’s red boys. hey, if you met shanks, you must’ve seen buggy too. blue hair, bad attitude, and—well, pops is right, you can’t miss that red nose.”

“uh…” ace thought back, or tried to—the memory of shanks, luffy’s friend and savior, was being overshadowed by this new knowledge. a warm smile in a snowy cave—a smile worn by a monster’s pupil. surrounded by men with wary looks at an upstart with an interest in their captain—a captain whose former captain was that man. were any of them blue-haired? had any of them looked at ace, seen a demon’s spawn, and been glad at the sight? “doesn’t ring any bells.”

“no?” marco looked disturbed for a moment. “well, it’s been a long time. i guess even those two might’ve gone separate ways.” marco gave ace a pat on the shoulder and got to his feet. “alright kid, you’re in as good a shape as i can get you! try not to ruin all my hard work by going after pops again tomorrow, huh?”

but he said it like he knew ace would. again and again, until the siren song of the word “son,” genuinely meant, grew too strong to withstand.

it would be years before ace thought of that conversation again. he had other conversations with whitebeard—with his pops—about roger which lingered more in his memory. the fact that there were two people out there in the world who were, essentially, raised by that man… ace put that knowledge out of his head.

at least, he put it out of his head until, running dangerously low on supplies while hunting down teach, he spotted a ship with a red-nosed jolly roger.

“a red nose, huh?” ace brought striker into the larger ship’s wake, considering climbing aboard. if shanks had known ace for who his father was, he hadn’t mentioned it. this buggy guy would probably be similarly ignorant, or discreet. and if he did know, maybe he’d feel obligated to feed his old captain’s son? ace’s stomach growled painfully, a reminder of what single-mindedly hunting down a traitor could do to a man.

a delicious aroma drifted downwind, along with a raised voice shouting something about “strawhats” and that clinched it. between his brother, his father, and his hunger, ace needed to see what this red-nosed buggy was about.

#tos answers #ilaurapalmer #notfic #one piece #portgas d ace #probably not the response you were expecting? but tl;dr yeah i dig this interpretation #ace just happening to show up on the big top in the middle of nowhere is bonkers #why should we imagine it’s the coincidence buggy believes it to be?

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idyllwave · 5 months ago

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Lol, hehe. I'm actually from hongkong, hence my Chinese name 'mei', but I am currently studying in Australia for my BA's and Master's!!

I've also been thinking about some fluffy hc's, so here we go!!

Yuan:

I think yuan after the whole act1 mess, he'll commission a billion paintings of you to forever remember you by. Secretly ofc, he'll hire a royal painter to paint a couple's portrait or even have the sneak paint a few from far away while the two of you picnic or smth. I think you've noticed that I love picnics!!

I think aftercare with him would be sweet, like massaging your back and licking the bite marks he left.

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Fei fei loves it when you comb through her hair and untangle all the knots, maybe caress ears and fluff the up?

And abt how fast she is in bed, I think she would slow down for like...5 mins, and then she'll go back to her lightning fast pace cuz she's so bored and impatient. I also think she loves hearing you moan and whine. Cuz part foxian and she prolly has good hearing.

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Sunday would love it if you help him shed his feathers cuz some birds have like a film on their new wings and their partner / mate usually removes it for them!

Also, like it when you brush her hair out.

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Blade

Loves it when you tease him by braiding his hair into silly styles. Maybe decorate it with a pink ribbon or some flowers. And his face would always scrunch up and act like he hates it as is annoyed but he really loves it, though his pride will never let him admit that.

I also think y/n would make flower crowns for him out of some cutesy flowers or maybe red spider lilies?

Aftercare with him would be cuddly and sweet cuz i think he becomes even gentler!

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A couple more questions cuz...I love the story lots and I'm tryna pick at crumbs here

1. Since jiaoqiu is one of the love interests, will he ever go blind like in the Canon story? That'd be super sad 😭😭😭.

2. Does fei xiao have moon rage, and is she even part borison or full foxian?

3. Is jiaoqiu trying to cure fei fei in this au?

4. Considering moze's backstory, where he was a kid taken in by sanctus medics, does this also apply in the au?

5. Does sanctus medics exist since mara and the aeons also exist?

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I think at the very very end I smol sidestory where y/n and yuan's positions were switched would be very interesting. Like empress y/n and her harem of very sexy looking servant men.

I want a shy yuan so so so badly, I need to see this man beg and whimper!! Maybe a scene where he gets flustered by y/n?

I imagine a scene during an important banquet with some envoy and diplomats from different countries, and y/n's hands just wandering on yuanie's thigh cuz she's super bored. And yuan can't even focus on whatever the diplomat is yapping abt. Just blushing and grunting here and then 🤭🤭🤭

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Wah, I really thought you'd live in Asia since you usually reply my request at 12 or 1 am my time when you're off work 🤣🤣.

I hope you have a good day!!!

That's so cool!!! I just studied my engineering... here- i did not traveling whatsoever (until i got my job lmao)

We need more sweet!jy and the paintings remind me of this one character from demon slayer who painted so many pictures of this woman he loved (won't spoil who since I'm not sure if you're reading that manga or not)

Would live to stuff my face into fei's hair 😭 I would forget that I'm combing it-

That seems so intimate with sunday 🫣😳 do you think he'll be blushing the whole time?

Blade makes my heart all soft and squishy, would like to cuddle with him 100% (in game blade would absolutely kill me though)

1. I think jiaoqiu will keep his sight, in game saddened me too much and I don't want to hurt him 🤧 (unless... new villain for new act 2?)

2. She does, I would like to think that that at least stayed with her in this au, so she's still the same

3. Yes 😌

4. Yep! It still applies, I just having fit those guys in yet, but sanctus whatever group they're called will definitely make an appearance

5. Yep!

EMPRESS Y/N AND GENERAL JY 😭😭 OH MY SHAYLA JUST WATCH HIM TRY TO COMPETE WITH HER FREAKING HAREM-

Shy!yuan for the win!!!! XD

Oh my 😳

I- i sometimes get bored at work... 🫣 listen, my boss makes a dollar and I make a dime. If I'm going to be bored sitting here, might as well write some stuff-

Though, when I'm super busy then I just disappear for like days-

And same to you!

Also, quick question, I'm trying to decide between starting who made me a princess and omniscient readers viewpoint but can't decide on which one to start, got any suggestions on the two? (Also, I'm not sure which genre I'm currently into right now, like I'm all over the place. Sometimes I want to read something action and other times I'm craving for something else, if that makes sense?)

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tumblingghosts · 4 months ago

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so the helios x eurylochus propaganda has gotten to me and i wrote a bit for them-

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He steadies the Strongest of Same.

His hands threaten to shake with Odysseus pleading for him to reconsider behind him, but he holds firm. His stomach aches with hunger, his limbs weak from the weeks upon months upon years of deprivation from proper meals. These cattle may truly belong to the Sun God, or perhaps they do not, but death approaches regardless. It has been a long and harrowing journey. He can offer his men a full stomach, can he not? To settle their aching bodies and weary hearts.

He brings his blade down to Odysseus’s shout—Eurylochus, no!—and the regret strikes immediately, for the cow before him does not bleed red as it should.

It bleeds gold.

Its throat is slit cleanly, its body laying upon the ground, but it is shining ichor that spills from the wound, seeping into the earth like sunlight poured into the dirt. Its carcass—what should be a carcass—does not stiffen as a proper corpse should. Instead, it shudders as if the life within it has not yet left, as if death itself is uncertain whether it can claim something sacred.

His breath halts in his throat. The others—his men, his comrades—step back, their gazes flickering from one another, their demeanor turned wary now, their hunger now poisoned with a sharper emotion. Fear.

The sky, impossibly bright even in midday, ignites.

It is the sun, offering not soft warmth past the clouds, but a terrible, blinding radiance. A light that sears the air itself, that burns with fury, that does not give life but consumes it. The world is drowned in gold, the cliffs of the island cast in a stark brilliance that makes the shadows beneath them seem like gaping maws. The sun itself pulses, a force beyond the grasp of mortals, and then—he is here.

Helios.

Eurylochus knows better than to utter the Titan’s true name aloud. His legs threaten to give out under him, he does not fall. He cannot. Not when his own horror keeps him frozen in place. Don’t forget how dangerous the gods are. The Sun God stands before them, his presence the weight of judgment itself. His hair spills down his shoulders in molten waves, and his skin gleams as though it is made of hammered bronze. He is not just bright—he is light, too powerful for mortal eyes to fully perceive, his every movement a ripple of something both divine and devastating. The air around him shimmers, distorts, as though reality itself cannot withstand his presence without bending beneath it.

His gaze sweeps over them, sharp as a blade, hot as a forge. The men beside Eurylochus cower, some dropping their weapons, others bowing in desperate, useless submission. Only Eurylochus remains standing. Only Odysseus holds firm in his position, escaping his bonds to step up.

“Thieves,” says the Sun God.

And the single word carries the weight of his crime, the inevitability of punishment. Eurylochus swallows. His mouth is bitter with the aching emptiness of the stolen meat that he hadn’t the chance to eat or share. He had thought, foolishly, that a god so distant in the heavens would not care, that the sun merely watched the world without acting upon it.

But no—the Sun God oversees.

“We—” Odysseus begins, but the Sun God holds up a hand to silence him. Odysseus quiets.

And the Sun God’s gaze lands on him.

Eurylochus does not understand why it is not anger that falls upon him. He would expect to face his fury, would bear the wrath that should surely follow. That should have followed. But the Sun God’s golden eyes linger upon him, and Eurylochus lives yet. He does not understand. There is nothing special about him, nothing that should draw the interest of a god.

“I will grant you a choice, mortal.”

A choice. Not a sentence.

Not yet.

Eurylochus grips his own wrist to stop his hands from shaking. His sword lays by his feet, cast aside, still marred with golden blood of the Sun God’s prized cattle.

“You will come with me,” says the Sun God, his tone unyielding, “and serve beneath my hand.” A pause. “Or I will see to it that none of you leave this island.”

Ah.

It is a choice in the same way a man hanging from a cliff may choose between the rocks below or the sea. Eurylochus exhales, slow, steady. His stomach still aches from hunger, but his hands bear the blood of the god’s sacred cattle, and now, with that blood, comes the price. There is no decision to be made. Not truly.

Still—

Eurylochus has always been a man who weighed his risks. He was the first to warn of their waning food supply, the one to escape Circe’s trickery and return to the ship, the man to question Odysseus for his cavalier attitude towards the gods. He knows what it is to fear death—to run from it, to avoid it at all costs so their men may return home. But now, there is nowhere to run. And if someone must bear this burden, if someone must be the one to pay, then—

Let it be me.

If it gets the rest of them home—if it means that, after all they have lost, some of them may still see Ithaca’s shores—then he will take this upon himself. He does not know what it will mean, to serve a god. He does not know if he will ever step foot on his homeland again. But he knows that he can endure. He will endure.

And the rest of the men—

Will they endure without him?

Will they follow Odysseus, after all of this?

He does not know.

But what he does know is that Odysseus does not need their loyalty to forge ahead. He is a man who bends fate to his will, who shapes his own legend with his bare hands. He will return home, because that is what men like him do.

Eurylochus had thought that, in pursuit returning—to his wife, to his son—that Odysseus had lost himself in the journey, the ruthlessness of it. But then, Odysseus turns to him, and there is something in his eyes—something like an apology, something like mourning, something that says I would stop this if I could.

And Eurylochus thinks: Oh, my brother.

You are still there.

Eurylochus had thought him lost to the monster he has made himself.

But no—Odysseus is still there.

His friends may return home yet.

So, Eurylochus stands tall.

And he says: “I will go.”

(…and then helios and eurylochus are off for some quality ✨bonding time✨as the rest of the crew finally gets home.)

Edit (3/2/25): ended up posting this to ao3 - the sun and the sword

I will do ANYTHING to get you guys interested in HeliEury. (Helios x Eurylochus)

I SWEAR, THE POTENTIAL IS SO GOOD

Imagine

The Titan Helios is about to destroy the wretched man that murdered his sacred cattle, when his eyes land on Eurylochus

He doesn't know why... but this mortal peaks his interest

Helios offers Odysseus a deal; either Eurylochus becomes his servant (and the others may go as they please), or Helios murders everyone there once and for all.

To both Odysseus and Eurylochus, the choice is clear.

Eurylochus, at first, wasn't sure what to think of the sun Titan. He was odd, definitely dangerous... but he never seemed to push Eurylochus to do anything besides what he was ordered to do

He didn't mind doing this work, at least his family was safe

He started getting closer to the Titan.

And Helios felt himself growing closer to Eurylochus too.

Perhaps it was the way the mortal would smile when reminisced of his past, or maybe the ease in which he walked around the Palace.

But he didn't wanna give up this servant anytime soon

:333

(PS: the ship name idea (sunsword) is by @/tumblingghosts)

#epic the musical #epic the musical eurylochus #helios #sunsword #helios x eurylochus #backpacks writes #epic the musical fanfic #rare pairs

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lucienposts · 1 year ago

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you were once an imagery who taught me to cuddle your history that interlinks our synonymous past compare to the others, trying to be as one even if it's not.

on january 25th, wearing your favorite lavender sweatshirt in the middle of springfield with lots of purple tulips and a fresh breeze of air that smells like flowers as you walk down the street to drink some coffee. it was a nice morning that can deliver you to cloud nine, plastering your widest smile that could possibly paste it when people around are contagiously chuckling containing a great way of starting their day. cheesecake with nips and sprinkles // chamomile tea with herbal flowers and forest strawberries // old radio prepares to blare retro music // remember this day, honey because it was special how you reminisce every memoir that has been occurred when we were together.

your long natural hair with mermaid curls at the end of it is swaying when we run, hands are clasped tightly together, not to miss any moments to spend our time with pure bliss. i will never forget those mementos even if our hair turns to grey or an accident that could erase some events wouldn't be a barrier to remember you. you were so important that i couldn't think less but to swear, we will dance in our favorite place with the gleaming stars as our audiences. the commitment to one-time happenings is proof of the never-ending passion we grasp. it was longing and filled with fervidness.

your heavenly lilac cosmo, a bedazzling gem, that could blind me when radiation hits. it can allure any men who attempt to watch your irises dancing with glee. untold stories keep flashing back how it expresses you while dealing with a harsh ticking of the clock when the hour arm strikes at five; that was the end of your day outside as you went back to the familiar street to your one-story house.

your fair white skin that is vulnerable even when it softly touch with only a finger, it could make you red like how my feathery kisses could blush your rosy cheeks. a warm cozy feeling invading the entire living room as you lit the fire from the fireplace, and two wine glasses that refilled with branded grape wine as we celebrate our first. it was intimate after letting your head place on my chest, the perfume you wear is hallucinating my system with attar. a pleasant odor that could beat my heart with a loud thud, it hurts like hell but it was a nice sentiment.

your cherry plump lips that can attract and maybe stop every individual's steps just to seek a single glance on your track when sun rays glow onto. aside from the aura that scintillates, a feeling of ardent when i stood upon you, warming your entire body with mine perceiving every sensation of it. what more if we are both inside of your room? tracing the marks i gave after our long session on the bed and sunrise engendering us to continue what we missed last night. your nakedness embraced me and left unspoken words on-air as i knew the tardiness you act today. for a moment, i am happy. the first thing i see in the morning is the girl i almost dream, sketching her angelic face and features not knowing that she was real.

she isn't the girl from fictitious novels i read nor i write every day. she is the girl that sent me high as fuck that towers every skyscraper worldwide. heaven that i want to stay as my home, and with her, i would no longer wishing for more but to put an ellipsis, not a happy ending but to keep our story from rolling. not like those movies that will last for two hours or more. not like those love stories from the famous authors that could last 50 chapters. it is us that created an immortality power to live for centuries so that there wouldn't be the last time to induce.

the ending: on the same date, january 25th, i wish this is the last to scribbled our names in every novelette i published every year, and to forget every piece that attempts to fix it with glue. i just know you weren't my endgame.

a girl from springfield's // lu.cien

#writing #prose #prose poetry #writing inspiration #writing prompts #writing ideas

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zorkaya-moved · 2 years ago

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"you just can't help yourself, can you?"

@impishsensei

Full of himself is an understatement in this moment, but Zarina lets him gloat and be so confident. She notices the way he acts around her compared to others. Did he have someone else who played with him around like this, a game of push and pull. There is no denial in her appreciation of a handsome face, soft lips, and pleasant voices. Who would disagree that Gojo Satoru had an especially rich voice to have for his existence? From bright blue eyes to soft white hair to that deep, rumble voice that just makes her wonder what others sounds that mouth of his can let out. Or maybe she also likes shutting him up like this as it proves to be a valid strategy… once in a while. Not right now. He seems to be quite proud of that line of his.

“Says the guy who’s so obsessed with me, he stares at me putting on my lipstick and prays I’ll leave some marks on him,” she says with the confidence of a hundred men, but it’s her perception and her bias alongside a teasing hint of poking fun. She doesn’t think he actually watches her do that, this is all to strike back and not let him have the last word. Pride of those who possess such strong egos among sorcerers is quite bright, a star in the night sky. Zarina doesn’t hesitate to let her finger trace his jaw, pretty manicured nails slightly scratching the skin. The black nails with crescent moon art look so pretty against his pale skin, Sokolova finds herself smiling at the sight. A smile that lacks warmth, a smile someone shows when seeing someone or something cute. There is adoration at the sight.

If there is anything she is, it’s a temptress and a chameleon. The woman finds herself bringing their faces closer together once more, leaving just a bit between their lips. Satoru’s eyes are a gorgeous shade of a cloudless sky, the one who is known as the honored one. A god walking among men they say, but all silverette maiden sees is a human. A human who is prone to envy, to arrogance, to foolishness, to pride, to lust… maybe even to love. “You can confess you like the way I make you feel. I’ll give you more rewards for honesty.”

With her soft chest pressed against his solid one, she does not hesitate to use all of her charms on the other. From the scent of her perfume to the sight of her red lipstick to the sound of her voice. Melodic in its delivery, Sokolova ensures that she makes any and all attempts to ruin every other encounter for him. So no one can satisfy him, so no one can indulge him, so no one can give him a taste of blissful combination of heaven and hell through touch and attraction. There is selfishness in it, but there is also desperation to be remembered.

She enjoys letting her fingers play with his white hair, so soft to the touch and this closeness also makes her feel drunk in his presence. It’s not as if she’s unaffected. His cockiness is alluring and his voice is like honey, she is getting addicted to the taste of him all the same. The way he holds her waist, not letting go, and the way he keeps his relative cool while the twitch of his fingers betray just enough for her to push forward, to press even closer, to let him feel more. They are adults. They indulge, they live, and they know they just might die too fucking young to not take chances at having fun others will shy away from. They are sorcerers, they are beasts in human skin, they are clinging to a sense of reality while drowning in what they can to forget the heavy load of the jujutsu world. Or maybe it’s just her. It doesn’t matter, not really.

His lips are soft to the touch, a sensation she comes to like a bit too much. Kissing him feels like a chase, a hunt where the winner won’t be known until it’s too late. But it’s warm, it’s undeniably warm and almost comforting in how he responds with the same vigor. Zarina indulges in not letting him reply to her, swallowing words in those kisses and wishing to make him drown in his presence. Drowns in the sensory overload of her, her, her. It feels as if she’s claiming, but she doesn’t. Not really. Gojo Satoru is not hers and she is not his. They are having fun, they are here because this is how they can kick off that tension and immerse themselves in something so primal yet so perfectly human.

There is some music playing in the background, the neon lights from the window illuminate them just enough to make it feel like another dream. A pleasant dream where nightmares can be dressed like daydreams and forbidden wishes dance in the flickers of signs outside.

Sokolova lets him tug off her jacket, throwing it somewhere in the room. It’s a game who gets to press who against whatever surface they find. It’s similar to that moment where his impulsiveness made her feel prideful, cruelly so for messing with him and teasing. Now, again, she lets him walk her to a table. But this time, she sits on top of it, letting her fingers tug his white hair just a bit while the other caresses the back of his neck with the pads of her fingers. When they distance, their heavy breathing echoes in the empty half-lit room. Her golden eyes gleam and her smile is alluring.

“You can always come to me if you want to forget,” her hand travels from his hair to his neck to his shoulder. “You can always feel human with me in these simple moments. Make me forget, too.”

#impishsensei #I TOLD YOU IM NOT HOLDING BACK THIS TIME #anyways i went off on this like promised #let me know if u want me to change anything!#❄ ― IN CHARACTER. ╱ you breathe by the sun，i breathe by the moon.

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dykeomania · 2 years ago

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ellie williams likes someone who matches her energy.

18+. a run-on-sentence-ramble. minors, cis men, and ageless blogs -- please dni.

like, if she goes hard, you go harder, and now? you're just trying to see who folds first. she likes getting into playful arguments that she knows she will never win. likes entertaining them because she likes pissing you off -- likes backing you into a corner with her words and her frame and seeing what you'll do, because, okay, so then, what's up? ellie williams likes to get close to your face and go hm? and watch you get close enough for her to take in the potion of mint on your breath and fragrance on your neck, and listen to you go mm. with those low, confident eyes and that demure, gloss-coated smirk. she likes to pretend that you don't make her knees buckle. that when her hand slips beneath the waistband of her briefs late at night, she doesn't recall looks like those -- those kinds that make her head spin, that make her body beg to the tips of her fingers (cont).

she likes to act like the grip she's developing on your hip is completely exemplary, but only is emblematic of "keeping it cool" -- keeping it lowkey. when she kisses you and she latches onto your lower lip, sucking slowly with blatant intention, you forget yourself. the kiss is tender enough to cause you to weave your fingers into the hair on the back of her head, and pull. causes your body curve into hers, beckoned by the will of her forefingers curling into the fabric of your skirt and gripping. she likes to act like the way you make her bend for you doesn't make her wanna find some way to get you closer (she knows how; she also knows a place, all you've gotta do is say when). she likes it when things slow down and your energies no longer clash, but collide; like tides buckling underneath each other, combining and rolling under one another so effortlessly, and yet managing to cause something so seismic. like managing to shift the energy of the entire party -- or maybe you're just delusional. but if the world exists, then it's to sink in energy level to make room for the two of you. it shifts from hues of bright pink and roaring reds to mellow blues, and lulling purples.

she likes it when your bodies stop fighting a war and start having a conversation. that back and forth, push and pull banter consisting of bites, rolls, and enough tongue to make whatever experience that existed before the two of you feel like the fragments of a half-forgotten dream. the question of what are you trying to do? is unspoken and yet hangs off your tastebuds in saccharine strands. ellie laps them up, eager as ever, eager as always, and honest to god, sometimes ellie forgets. she's reminded that this? is irreplaceable. that unbeatable, slow song kind of chemistry. that energy between the two of you that leads you to roll wherever ellie rocks, and the best thing is, it's always been that way. and for as long as you keep demonstrating it by continuing to move your hips into hers just like that, trust me when i tell you that ellie is, and will forever be, down for whatever.

#ellie williams x reader #the last of us #ellie williams #energy is everything tbh #ellie williams smut #smut #lesbian #mia what are you talking about

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doubleddenden · 2 years ago

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Damn the more I hear about Velma the worst it gets. This saddens me because I've been watching Scooby since before I could talk :(

Mainly what I'm seeing is that someone has contempt for the series + their own ideas for their own incredibly generic show and rather than make something unique, they're just insulting an established series.

My biggest gripes so far:

1. How tf do you got a Scooby Doo show without Scooby Doo? Is he too kiddy for your generic ugly adult cartoon?

2. Shaggy- oh sorry, NORVILLE. Look, I have no problem with the race thing- my literal main issue is that he's called SHAGGY for a reason. How hard is it to give him thick hair? On top of that they make him an actual druggie- let's pretend there's not some subtle racism behind making the perceived 'stoner' of the group black- it's boring. Yes yes we know the gang is a bunch of stoners, but isn't it funnier when it's just IMPLIED? Isn't it funnier that a man just REALLY FUCKING LOVES DOG TREATS and is willing to risk his life on a regular basis for god damn DOG TREATS? Instead they just turn him into yet another Seth Rogan tier predictable disappointment

3. The overall mischaracterization from what I'm seeing just... sucks, and again, I think part of that comes from a contempt for the series. You don't have to make the characters assholes to make them likeable! I know Rick and Morty and Seth McFarland have poisoned the well for a lot of people but you really don't!

Across the franchise there's plenty of fun ways to interpret the characters:

Fred: himbo that loves his friends, dad friend barely holding it together, obsessed with traps- take your pick, none of these are spoiled boring asshole rich kid.

Daphne: if you're opposed to damsel in distress, how about the cool martial artist fashionista made prevalent in the What's New Scooby Doo series or the live action movies? What about being a good reporter? Hell, even her goofy dorky self in Be Cool Scooby Doo is better than the stereotypical snooty popular girl. Props at least for keeping the red hair.

"Norville" is not a self friend zoning beta male and he's not really obsessed with drugs. Literally the man across DECADES of this franchise is ridiculously talented. Ventriloquism, improv acting, gymnast and athlete- seriously, why do you think they have him and the dog constantly running away from monsters and leading them into traps? The man was literally so good at that that he became a COACH. for MONSTERS. Let's also not forget that he was a race car driver! And had a hot girlfriend! In fact, fuck this friend zoned beta male shit- Shaggy literally pulls more girls (and men I think) in the entire franchise than the others COMBINED. If anything he should have dense harem protagonist energy. I'm talking more than Velma, dude also pulled her LITTLE SISTER- and she was okay with it because she knows he's a good guy(mind the AUs)! Pulled a girl that was kinda a monster fucker for him specifically when he was a werewolf, an actual fucking alien, several foreign girls of various nationalities, several average girls, a crazy but hot redneck girl that tried to SCHWOOSCH his bones after seeing the red shirt ONCE, pretty sure he did something good for Daphne to hang out with him for so long with just a bunch of dogs and a random kid they picked up, very sure actual monsters fell for him- and he's a nerd! He and his beloved best friend the talking dog are massive nerds! I reckon people still latch onto that and think he's the stereotypical nerd but no, no, Shaggy has so much going for him! Not to mention- not to mention! Animal lover! Doy! How do you miss that? He's always paired with the animals! The man is a collective family friend of the entire Doo clan! Every time there's a guest appearance with a non human entity, he's hanging out with them!

Velma... alright look. I'm about to say something real controversial. Real controversial. You ready? She is kinda boring and bland. She's smart and a good investigator, but really? This is who you base the show on? Recently she was allowed to be bisexual- that's great! She's well read, well informed, and if you want to skip the bitchy "its me or the dog" persona from Mystery Inc or the snooty geek from Be Cool, you could fall back to the quiet but cute and thoughtful personality she had in A Pup Named Scooby Doo. If not, she's just boring. I feel like most of the hype for her comes from memes or the people that think they're unique for finding her more attractive than Daphne (you're not btw). Like what does she do that the others cannot do? I'm pretty sure Daphne can do her job but without the min max on intelligence and some points in kicking ass. In fact, why are Fred and Daphne the assholes when Velma in TWO separate series has been the judgey bitch and overall asshole? If anything she should would fit the perfect "beta incel self perceived victim that's actually just a massive douche" trope!

And Scooby. First off fuck the writers for not including my boi. Second, you really couldn't make an adult comedy of a talking dog? If Scooby said fuck- scuze me, 'ruck'- I'd cry laughing! If Scooby was the druggie and Shaggy was normal, that'd be hilarious! Literally if they took every negative trait they forced onto the others and put it onto Scooby, you'd literally have a prime adult cartoon character right there. He's a gag character! Utilize it! I know in the recent series he's been pushed to the side for the others, but he's literally a comedic gold mine waiting to happen! Make him an arsonist! Make him have questionable opinions! It'd be hilarious because he's a literal dog that can't speak understandably half the time!

Look, if you want to make an "adult scooby doo" then I guess I can't stop you. Velma ain't how you do it though.

Btw before anyone jumps on me to defend the new show, the creator of the series supports JKR soooo

#velma #scooby doo

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animebook-loverr · 3 years ago

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BNHA men and fainting over fighting

Fandom: BNHA [Boku no Hero academia | My hero academia]

Characters included: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shoto, Katsuki Bakugo, Dabi

Genre: Fluff (some cursing on Katsuki's part. Who would've thought...👀

Warnings: Way too long?!?!?!!

Midoriya Izuku

Honestly you both don't really fight

I mean how can you argue with this cutie???????

But he probably overdid it with his training again and you were worried about him. But he couldn't stop, claiming that he had to get even stronger

Which made you angry. Not at him tho! You just were worried

And then you both started...a heated argument?

Then your vision became blurry, and your head throbbed and you passed out

This bby cinammon roll at first doesn't really know what is going on at first

But once he realizes that you passed out he will immediately rush to your side

He will shake your shoulders and call you name, with small tears brimming in his eyes

At first he would blame himself

But then he remembers that you would hate that and starts calming down a bit

But still has tears in his eyes (bby boi don't cry 😭🙏)

"Sweetheart...wake up, c'mon. I-I'll even stop training!"

He picks you up bridal style and Carrie's you to bed and cuddles to your side

When you wake up you see his green haired head resting on your stomach and you stroke it softly waking him up

Deku immediately fusses over you

"Are you all right?! Do you need anything?? I'm so sorry, I promised I will watch out for myself pls don't be mad-"

For the next week you can be relax in bed honey this boi will take care of his sweetheart

He's luke an excited puppy when he tells you how he did the chores around the house and how he didn't overdid it with his training

Todoroki Shoto

How could you start an argument with tis baby??????

But for the sake of this post we will pretend that you have gotten into an argument about something stupid 😤

Shoto wanted to turn around and go for a walk, because he wanted to clear his mind when he heard a loud THUMP

He whirled around and found your face implanted on the floor

He rushes over to you but once he checks your pulse and breathing he calms down

Dude's so worried on the inside but if anyone other then you would've seen him they would be like: aren't ya worried bro???👁👄👁

But you would've notice how his blue and grey colored yes dated around the room trying to distract himself, constantly reassuring himself you're gonna wake up soon

As soon as you do you see that he has been doing the chores around the house

He sits next to you in your shared bed with the tea in your hands he has been making you

"Y/N...I'm sorry. Forgive me."

"I'm sorry too Sho...how about we just forget it?

Even tho he agreed to it he still keeps an close eye on you and as soon as someone becomes a bother to you he goes all like: piss off or I'll turn your toast (pun intended)

Katsuki Bakugo

Fights were nothing unusual between you too

Even tho he was more gentle and loving with you his hotheadadness (???) Was just a rather annoying part of him

So one day without watching his words he had unintentionally insulted you once again

After yelling he went out and left you alone

You were making dinner when you felt dizzy and dropped to the floor

Half an hour later Katsuki came back and found you like that in the kitchen

He thought that you were just being dramatic and that you wanted to get back at him

So he just rolls his eyes and calmly walks over to you

"Oi, brat. Wake up. I know that ya are just acting."

No response

"Oi!"

Still nothing

Only then does he realize what he has done

Curses. A lot. Mainly curses at him tho.

Tears were flowing down his red cheeks.

He would never dream of hurting you, but here you were unconscious because he was a proud Baka

Not that he would ever admit that tho

Mans so worried

He begrudgingly apologizes with a cute angry pout

But much like Shoto keeps a close eye on you from now on and murders fights anyone if they start bothering you

Dabi | Todoroki Touya

MARRY ME-

Ahem, so an argument is very one sided with him actually

Coz, he's a manchild and will tune you out most of the time and when he has had enough he will shut ya up with a Kith, coz it makes you flustered

Just when he turned around you were falling towards the ground

But before you can hurt your pretty head he catches you mid-fall

Mans not too worried, but worried

Has this happend before? Are you okay? Did he overdo it this time?

He will probably just lay there with you on the ground till ya wake up

And grab some snacks...maybe 👀

Once you wake up, you can just sense that he dropped his cocky boy demeanor, and can tell that he was genuinely worried and it makes melt

He kisses you on the cheek while look everywhere but your eyes and you get the hint

He's trying to say sorry

Will abondend missions with the LoV just to take care of you even tho you tell him your fine

Girl, let him take care of you it's not everyday that you see soft Dabi alright?!?!? 🥺

#Bnha #boku no hero academia #Dabi x reader #katsuki Bakugo x reader #Midoriya Izuku x reader #todoroki Shoto x reader #headcanons #my hero academia #bnha x reader #fluff #fainting over fighting #anime #x reader

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rphelperblog · 3 years ago

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Daughter of the Pirate King Book Quote Rp Meme

book by Tricia Levenseller - feel free to change pronouns or edit quotes for rp purposes

“Everyone has something dark in their past. I suppose it's our job to overcome it. And if we can’t overcome it, then all we can do is make the most of it.”

“The sea watches over me. She protects her own.”

“You are here because I want information.”

“That’s nice. I want a clean cell.”

I owe him my life and my allegiance. He is the best thing I have, and I would never do anything to hurt or betray him.”

“A challenge and an insult all wrapped into one. My specialty.”

“Oh, the ridiculous things one has to do when one is a pirate.”

“Lass, you've the face of an angel but the tongue of a snake.”

“I live on the cusp of two worlds, trying desperately to fit into one.”

“I am me because I choose to be me. I am what I want. Some people say you have to find yourself. Not I. I believe we create ourselves to be what we want.”

“I am me because I choose to be me. I am what I want. Some people say you have to find yourself. Not I. I believe we create ourselves to be what we want”

“then remembers he’s not wearing a shirt. A fact I haven’t been able to forget.”

“I’ve no choice but to seduce the captain.”

“I want to kiss you again.”

“No I can only tell what you're feeling."

“He’s an ugly drunk because it takes away the pain. He has no desire to live, yet no desire to die, either. It’s a tough spot to be in.”

“It’s a bold and stupid move. I like it.”

“Anyone ever tell you, you can't be hurt by something you don't believe in?"

“Your gun would have a hard time working once it’s wet.”

“I didn’t say I had to be the one to shoot.”

“But let’s face it, you’d like that pleasure for yourself.”

“You’re welcome to ask one of the crew to share. I’m sure any of them would volunteer.”

“Just as there is a destination far beyond this one, there will be a time far beyond this one when there won't be any pain, just the memory of it.”

“My father controls the ocean.”

“I know all the horrible things he’s put you through. And I am here to liberate you.”

Do you think a single member of the crew would be able to focus on their duties if you wore that?”

“If we’re to survive this, you need to stay put.”

“There you are. You’re a bit younger than I expected.”

“What the—I misread where that was going. I wanted to irritate him. To get under his skin. To mess with him because he’s working for the enemy. I hadn’t exactly expected him to get all mushy as a result.”

“She’s got a fiery temperament that matches the red hair atop her head.”

"Please. I want this. Don't you want this?"

“Being underestimated always works to my advantage. But sometimes I find it offensive. That often makes me violent”

“There are different kinds of fathers. Those who love unconditionally, those who love on condition, and those who never love at all.”

“I think you’re acting like a jealous husband.”

You know, men that women shackle themselves onto.”

"Yes. I just can't figure out if you're a good pirate or a really good pirate.”

“I value other traits above an affinity for torture and power over those weaker than oneself. I value brilliant minds, honest souls, and those with long endurance. I forge relationships based on trust and mutual respect, not fear and control.”

“Pain goes away eventually.Death is permanent.”

“My own crew back at the keep is nearly entirely composed of women. A fact I am proud of.”

“I am always the one in control.”

“You saved me.” “

Yes, and then you took credit for it. What kind of thanks is that? That was damned insulting.”

“How can I be betrayed by someone who was never on my side to begin with?”

“When fancy strikes, a man gets this notion in his mind that everything a woman does is for him.”

“Which means if I’m to keep up appearances, I’ll have to escape the ship. Then get caught on purpose. Oh, the ridiculous things one has to do when one is a pirate.”

“I’ll say whatever I please. I’m not a lady, I’m a pirate!”

he only said I ‘probably’ shouldn’t speak to her, on account of beautiful women have a way of playing tricks on a man’s mind. But it wasn’t a direct order.”

“Yes, we should all worship the stars. They are as useful as they are beautiful. Some never change position. They are constants in the sky. Without them, we would be lost.”

“If you ever try to make me lose face in front of my men like that again, I may just leave your cell unlocked at night so anyone can wander in, and I will fall asleep, listening to your screams.”

“You’re daft if you think you will ever hear me scream. And you’d better pray you never fall asleep while my cell is unlocked.”

“You`re a woman. Act like it. You shouldn`t be saying such foul-'

“He wears his confidence as if it is merely another article of clothing upon his person.”

'Because pirates aren`t supposed to look like you and talk like you talk and do what you do. You`re confusing, and it`s messing with my head.”

“He said I was beautiful?”

“I think you’re acting like a jealous husband.”

“You know, men that women shackle themselves onto.”

“Even a man who’s spent his whole life at sea has reason to fear her when she’s angry. But not I. I sleep soundly. Listening to her music. The sea watches over me. She protects her own.”

“Imagine that you traveled all over the world, looking for happiness, looking for thrills to pass the time. Imagine seeing everything there is to see and still not finding happiness.”

“Well, I made you something. Look here. I gave this squid your face.”

“If you’re sorry, that means you want forgiveness. Is that what you’re asking for? If you want forgiveness, that means you want to make things right. And if you want to make things right, that means that you don’t intend to put me in harm’s way again. So, if you are saying you’re sorry, I don’t think you understand what that entails.”

“Many can’t even grow hair on their chins.”

"You stole my blanket, “

“Just as there is a destination far beyond this one, there will be a time far beyond this one when there won’t be any pain, just the memory of it.”

“Has he been conscious at all?”

“Yes. He woke up once and looked at me funny.”

“Did he say anything?”

“He said, ‘You don’t have red hair.’ Then he fell back asleep.”

“But if I’m being honest … it’s because he said please.”

“Everyone has something dark in their past. I suppose it's our job to overcome it.”

“Imagine that you traveled all over the world, looking for happiness, looking for thrills to pass the time. Imagine seeing everything there is to see and still not finding happiness. Well, that would give you a very bleak outlook on life, would it not?”

"I was born to the pirate king.”

“I am me because I choose to be me. I am what I want. Some people say you have to find yourself. Not I. I believe we create ourselves to be what we want. Any aspect of ourselves that we do not like can be altered if we make an effort.”

“Easy? Do you think it was easy for me to watch you? Seeing you up there, knowing the pain you must be in, it … it made me feel—it would have hurt less if I had been the one hanging. I hated myself for what happened. And the only way I could punish myself was to force myself to watch you in pain. That was my punishment.”

“he turns me to the right, where we face a set of stairs leading belowdecks. It’s an uncomfortable trip downward. Twice I miss a step and nearly tumble all the way down. he catches me each time, but his grip is always firmer than necessary. My skin will likely be bruised by tomorrow. Knowing this makes me angry.Which is why when we are three steps from the bottom, I trip him.He’s clearly not expecting it. He falls, but I didn’t take into account that tight grip of his. So, naturally, he takes me with him.The impact is painful.”

“mostly human. But when I allow myself to use the gifts my mother gave me, I become something else. And it kills me a little inside each time I have to fight it back off.”

“I stay because he’s my brother. Because he is the only family member who loves me unconditionally. Something you could never understand.”

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genz420 · 3 years ago

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The Fire That Burns With Us - Chapter 29: Dīnilūks

Pervious Part - Next Part

136 - Red Keep (Two Months Later)

Visenya skips her way to the courtyard. She had seen House Tully banners making their way to the castle; Robert and his men are some of the last men to arrive, with the wedding tomorrow. Visenya is nervous about her wedding, her mind jumping to unlikely things that might happen or Aemond deciding last minute that he doesn’t want to marry her.

The past two months have been amazing. No drama. Days filled with Dragon riding, training, and planning. The Queen had helped Visenya the most with making plans for the wedding, and the two had put aside the past and got along pretty well with each other.

Visenya enters the courtyard at the same time Robert gets off his horse. The two make eye contact with one another and rush to each other. They forget about their status and what is proper, and they wrap their arms around one another—squeezing tight. Visenya and Robert haven’t seen one another since the death of Rob's father, so they are happy to be together again, with only one person missing from their group.

Robert hasn’t changed much during his time as Lord of Riverrun. His dark red hair is still cut short, but now he has a beard that Ben will no doubt make fun of the man for growing.

“It seems that our deal of marrying one another will never happen now,” Rob jokes as the two pull apart.

“It seems so,” Visenya says in a sad mocking tone. She punches Rob's arm as she says. “But you will always have Ben,”

“I don’t think I am his type, nor is he mine,” Rob tells Visenya. Rob grabs ahold of Visenyas arms. “By the gods, I hope Aemond knows how lucky he is. And if he doesn’t, you always can fall back on me,”

“How considerate of you,” Visenya says, slightly laughing at his words.

“I know, having you as a wife would be the worst thing in the world, but you have some features that would make up for your terrible personality and loud mouth,” Rob jokes, and Visenya pretends to be offended at his words. She pulls her arms out of his hold and jokingly puts her hands over her heart.

“I can have your tongue for that,” Visenya tells him, and Rob backs up with his hands raised.

“If you can catch me,” Robs says as he moves away from Visenya.

“Oh, it's on you, little bitch,” Visenya tells him as she moves toward Rob. The two act the same as two siblings would, happy that they can act like they don’t hold the titles they do.

Rob smiles before running; Visenya chases after him, and the two laugh as they run. Rob runs into the castle, hoping to escape Visenya and find Ben to join their game. The two run past different Lords and Ladies in the hallway and Visenya smiles as she gains on Rob. The armour that she is wearing is lighter than his heavy metal armour. Visenya grabs the back of Rob's chest plate and pulls him back towards her, him falling to the ground, and Rob takes Visenya down with him.

The two laugh as they lay on the ground, but it stops when Rob is pulled off the ground by two Kingsguards, and Visenya stands. Visenya straightens out her clothes and smiles at the Kingsguards.

“Please let go of Lord Tully. We were just playing a game,” Visenya tells them, and they do as she says. Bowning their heads towards Visenya before they leave the two.

“I was about to shit myself,” Rob whispers to Visenya, who snorts at his words.

“That would have made this day perfect,” She tells him as she offers him her arm. The link arms and Visenya pull him towards Ben and the rest of his family. “Getting to see you and then you humiliating yourself,”

“Where is our darling Ben?” Rob asks Visenya.

“The Godswoods with his family and Lord Stark,” Visenya tells him as they walk. She knew that Ben would be the next person that Rob would want to see.

“You think that I can scare him?” Rob asks, and Visenya smiles at him and nods her head.

“No, but I think you should try,” She answers, and Rob smiles at how happy Visenya looks.

– –

Once Visenya and Rob enter the Godwood, Rob removes his arm from Visenya and makes his way to their friend. The plan to scare Ben flies out the window when Ben sees Rob, and the two crash together into a hug. Visenya smiles at Alysanne and Cregan as she makes her way over. The two starks had arrived a week before the wedding week.

“We missed you at the feast yesterday,” Ben tells Rob as they pull apart.

“Anyone die?” Rob asks. He knows that the Targayerns love to have drama and that attending the wedding.

“No, but Visenya did try and fight Cregan after her sixth glass of wine,”

“I was very confident I would have won,” Visenya tells Rob as she looks at Cregan. It was true that she had tried to fight Cregan, but Ben and Alysanne had to talk her out of trying to steal a man's sword.

“I could win with my arms tied behind my back,” Cregan confidentially says

“I’ll take you up on that,”

“Perhaps after the wedding,” Alysanne intervenes. “I amuse that the Riverland mead will ensure we have an eventful night,”

The banter between them is interrupted as a dragon flys over the godswood. Everyone except Visenya and Ben jumps at the harsh winds the dragon makes as it passes them. Visenya looks to the dragon to see who it belongs to. The dragon is a dark cobalt colour with claws, crest, and belly scales the colour of bright beaten copper. No dragons on her side of the family are that shade of blue, meaning that it is from Aemond side. But every dragon rider but one is already in the city with their dragons resting in the dragon pit. Visenya snaps out of her thoughts when someone asks who is flying the dragon so close to the castle grounds.

“I don’t know,” Visenya answers. “I think it may be Aemonds brother, Daeron,”

– –

Aemond walks his way toward Visenya's room. It's the night before the wedding, and he is filled with nerves and excitement for the day. Outside of Visenyas room stands two Kingsguards, mostly likely commanded by the Queen to stand post outside of the princess room for the night.

“I wish to the Princess,” Aemond tells the two Kingsguards, but they don’t move to open the door.

“We are under stick orders of the Queen to not allow anyone to enter the room,” One of them speak up. The Queen had been very clear about Aemond not being alone with Visenya.

“Then have her come out; we can talk in the hallway where you can see us,” Aemond reasons with the Kingsguards, but when they don’t seem to be budging, Aemond pulls a different card. “I just want to see My Love,”

The Kingsguards look at each other, knowing that if they can see the two, then nothing could happen between the two. One of the Kingsguards knocks on Visenya's door, and when she doesn’t open it right away, Aemond worries that she might have found a way out of her room. Aemond calms down when Visenya opens the door, a robe wrapped around her and her hair tied back. Visenya smiles at Aemond and takes his extended hand; he pulls her to the other side of the hallway.

“What are you doing here? You should be sleeping. Tomorrow will be a busy day,” Visenya asks, and Aemond leans closer to her.

“Dīnagon nyke?” Aemond asks Visenya, and she lightly laughs at his question.

Marry Me?

“Nyke kȳvanon va doing bona hemtubis,” She answers him, not understanding why Aemond is asking her such silly questions. Aemond takes hold of her other hand, and he looks her in the eyes.

I plan on doing that tomorrow.

“Sir, isse se ñuhoso hen īlva lentor,” Aemond tells her. He knows that Visenya wanted to marry in the tradition of old Valyria but chose to have a wedding in the faith of the seven for him and his family. “Kosti emagon se dīnilūks hemtubis yn dīnagon nyke sir”

Now, in the way of the of our house. We can have the wedding tomorrow but marry me now.

Visenyas turns her attention away from Aemond and to the kingsguards outside her door. The queen was smart enough to know that the two might sneak away to see one another before the wedding.

“Nyke ȳdra daor pendagon kesan sagon able naejot henujagon ñuha tistālion,” Visenya tells him, and he smiles at her, a smile that tells her that he has a plan to get her out. If it were up to him, he would take her away now, but then the Queen and the rest of the family would know what they are up to.

I don’t think that they will allow me to leave my room.

“Eminna somone māzigon se jiōragon ao. Īlon'll emagon ziry isse se zaldrīzesripo,” Aemond tells Visenya as one of the Kingsgaurds clear their throat, meaning that Visenya needs to get back into her room.

I will have someone come and get you. We'll have it in the Dragonpit

Visenya nods yes to Aemonds request, and Aemond kisses her hands before he walks back to her door. Visenya smiles to herself when she closes the door. She sits at the table and waits for the person Aemond is sending to get her.

Rhaenyra fiddles with the rings on her fingers as she walks up to Visenya's room. She hopes that what Aemond plans goes smoothly to spare tomorrow from drama. The Kingsguards stand tall as Rhaenyra walks up to them. She hopes they will listen to her and disobey the Queen's command.

“My daughter and I have some wedding traditions that we need to do tonight,” Rhaenyra tells the Kingsguards, and the two men look at each other. “Leave,”

The Kingsguards bow their heads down to Rhaenyra and leave their post outside Visenya's room. Rhaenyra enters Visenyas room and smiles when she sees how nervous Visenya looks. Rhaenyra closes the door, places traditional clothing on the table, and pulls Visenya into a hug. She is happy that Aemond has chosen to do this.

“Do you know?” Visenya asks as the mother and daughter pull apart.

Rhaenyra nods, and Visenya looks at the items she brought for her. The robes are a cream colour with red colouring at the bottom, cuffs, and shoulders. Visenya had seen the robes before; she knew that her mother and Daemon had worn the same style when they had wed each other.

“Aemond came to Daemon and me a while back asking for our help. I must say that I was surprised when he did.” Rhaenyra tells Visenya, and she pulls her attention back to her. Rhaenyra pushes Visenya's hair out of her face and holds her daughter's face. “The headdress is the same one I wore when I married Daemon. We should hurry. I don’t know how long the Kingsguards will return,”

Rhaenyra helps her daughter get ready, feeling happy for her daughter. She wasn’t sure about Aemond marrying Visenya, but it was now clear how much they cared for one another.

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136 - The Dragonpit

Rhaenyra and Visenya remove their cloaks as they arrive at the dragonpit. Daemon stands outside the doors, making sure that no one enters, and he straightens as the two get close. Rhaenyra kisses him on his cheek before entering the dragonpit. Daemon and Visenya stand there looking at each other. Visenya has made an effort to be friendly with Daemon but the few times they have been alone with one another were always awkward.

Visenya's hair is down in big curls without braids in it. Daemon walks up to his daughter and tucks some of her behind her ears as he puts the traditional headdress on her head. Daemon fluffs her hair around the headdress, and Visenya smiles at his actions.

“You look so much like your mother,” Daemon whispers, leaning down and kissing her forehead—a nice moment between the father and daughter. Visenya doesn’t think she will ever be able to call Daemon her father. Still, he knows that the relationship between them is working towards Visenya not being so hostile and accepting of the truth.

“I’m sorry that you will not be escorting me tomorrow. I would have liked for you too,” Visenya tells him, and Daemon offers her a smile.

“I get to be here for you tonight. A year ago, I thought I would never get to see you get married,” Daemon tells her. “You have made me the happiest man here,”

“I would argue that Aemond is quite happy, or at least I hope he is,” Visenya jokes, and Daemon puts his arm out for her to take. Visenya links their arms together and starts walking into the dragonpit.

The dragonpit is warmer than usual because of the number of dragons taken home under it. The wedding brought together almost all of the dragons in House Tarygern and all the dragons of House Velayron. A few of the younger dragons have stayed on Dragonstone.

The dragonpit is dimly lit, with torches lining a pathway and the platform. Visenya can see a line of people, but since their backs are turned towards her, she doesn’t know who Aemond has invited to the wedding. The only three people that she knows for sure are Helaena and Daeron, whose white hair sticks out in the dime light. Visenya also can tell one of the people is Rob; his firey red hair looks like flames in the fire lighting. As she and Daemon get closer, she knows the other three people are Ben, Jace and Luke. Visenya must admit she is a little surprised to see her younger brother.

Rhaenyra stands on top of the small platform with Aemond standing on her left. He wears the same traditional out that she does, and she can see that he, too, is unarmed. Visenya smiles as she sees that he isn’t wearing his eyepatch, finding that he looks like a pirate with it on.

Aemond is fiddling with his fingers as he waits for Visenya. He knows that she wants to have a Valyrian wedding, and he just hopes she is happy with his choice. Aemond keeps his eyes on the ground, slightly scared about Visenya seeing his face. He knows she prefers him without the eye patch, but it feels weird not to have it on in front of many people. He sees her feet and knows he has to look at her. As he does, Aemond feels his heart skip a beat.

He doesn’t know what he has done to deserve Visenya. The smile on her face makes him smile as well. Aemond has his hair tied back like usual, but to Visenya, he is breathtaking. The sapphire gem in his eye reflects the fire from the torches. The two smile at each other, wanting to touch one another, but they wait.

Rhaenyra clears her throat, and the two look at her. In the Valyria traditions, anyone can officiate a wedding, and Aemond thought it best that Rhaenyra was the one to do so.

“Hen lantoti Ānogar,” Rhaenyra says, and Aemond brings the arrowhead to Visenyas's lip. He takes a second before cutting it, letting the blood build up before he collects it on his thumb. He uses the blood to draw the Valyrian symbol for fire in between Visenya's eyebrows. Aemond hands the arrowhead to her, and Visenya is less hesitant about cutting Aemonds lip, doing the same actions as him but drawing the symbol for blood on his forehead.

Blood of two.

“Va syndroti vaedroma,” Rhaenyra says, and Visenya cuts the palm of her hand. Aemond repeats her actions, and the two put their hands together Rhaenyra wraps their joined hands with a black cloth with a gold embroidered dragon around their hands.

Joined as one.

“Mero perzot gihoti,” Rhaenyra says, and she holds a cup under their hands and lets the blood flow into it. Both Aemond and Visenya watch as it goes into the cup.

Ghostly flame.

“Eledroma iarza sir,” Rhaenyra says as she hands the cup to Visenya. Visenya takes it and brings it up to her lips; Ben and Rob look as they realize what she is about to do. She takes a sip. As she pulls the cup away, her lips are redder than before.

And song of shadows

“Izuli ampa perzi,” Rhaenyra says and Visenya hands the cup to Aemond.

Two hearts as embers.

“Prumi lanti seteksi. Hen jeny mazilarion.” Rhaenyra says Aemond takes a sip of the blood and grimaces at the copper taste. “Qelossa Ozundesi. Syndroro ono jedo. Ry kivia mazvestraksi,”

Forged in fourteen fires. A future promised in glass. The stars stand witness. The vow spoken through time. Of darkness and light.

Visenya and Aemond look to Rhaenyra, who takes the cup away from Aemond. The two waits and Rhaenyra nods to them. They look back at each other, each stepping closer, and their still-wrapped hands press against their chest. They both use their free hands to grab ahold of the other face and pull each other closer together. Their lips brush against them, and the cuts on their lips reopen as they press together.

The kiss is more passionate than it should be, with Aemond deepening it, and Visenya is the one to pull away from him. As much as she would love to make out with Aemond, she would not want to make her family and friends watch.

Ben and Rob make a whooping sound when the two newlyweds kiss, but they are both quiet when Daemon gives them a stern look. The rest of the Targeryens/Strongs clap their hands together as the down pull apart. Visenya licks the cut on her lip and presses her forehead against Aemonds. Aemond doesn’t care about the rest of the people there, and he smiles the biggest smile he has ever done as their foreheads rest against each other.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond Targaryen x velaryon oc #daughter of Rhaenyra #daughter of daemon #house of the dragon #The Fire That Burns With Us

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Omg hi so I read your babysitter fic and I was thinking what if bakuogus tired of reader being a brat with him so he brings Kiri over to help him out 🤤 srry im just being horny on anon rn

“C’mon princess, move your ass before I move it for you.”

You huffed at the blonde, opening the car door, stepping outside and slamming it shut. Bakugou shot you a harsh glare, but you weren’t looking at him, instead crouching to tie your shoe.

He gave you a moment to do that, before the man got impatient, clicking his tongue, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let’s go, it’s not like I have all fucking day.”

You knew for a fact that yes, he did have all day.

Your mom was away again, another business trip. She was working towards a promotion - a position that meant more hours, more work, more travel.

More time being spent with your stupid babysitter.

With your rapist.

He hadn’t touched you, not outright, since that day. Every time your mom suggested having him over for dinner, you conveniently found somewhere to be; out with friends, on a date, having a sleepover. Anything so that you didn’t have to look at Bakugou Katsuki’s stupid, smug little face.

But your mom had surprised you yesterday night, letting you know she’d be leaving in the morning, that Katsuki would be staying over again. There wasn’t any time for you to argue with her, to plead for her to stay, or to take you with her, or for you to stay at a friend’s house, anything but Katsuki.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to avoid him!” She had laughed, before wagging a finger at you. “Don’t be rude. He’s a nice man, and I trust him to keep you safe. He did last time!”

Yeah, and he also assaulted you last time, so maybe he wasn’t as nice of a guy as she thought.

He was taking you to the mall, not even really giving you a choice, just telling you to get dressed, that the two of you were going out.

Now here you were, trudging silently behind the older man, glaring at the ground.

“Bakubro! Over here!”

A loud shout drew your attention, Bakugou grinning as he started veering towards the shouter, a red-haired man waving enthusiastically. You followed behind him obediently, taking stock of this new man.

He was fucking huge, thick thighs bulging against his jeans, biceps straining against the fabric of his navy hoodie. This new guy was handsome too, a wide, sharp smile, soft red eyes, a clean-shaven face.

“’Sup Idiot? You tryin’ to attract the whole mall? Always so damn loud.” Even though he was complaining, it was clear that these two were friends as Bakugou let the other man pull him into a hug. They pounded each other on the back, before the redhead drew back, pushing past the blonde to give you his full attention.

“Who’s this? Did you get a girlfriend? She looks a little young bro.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.” You spat, and the redhead held up his hands in surrender as Bakugou shouldered him to the side.

“It’s the little fucker that I’m looking after as a favor. You know I work security for that office complex?” The redhead nodded. “Yeah, one of the milfs gave me free range of her house as long as I watch her.”

Both men looked at you, and the redhead smiled brightly.

“Ah, well, I’m Kirishima! Nice to meet you, sorry you have to put up with such a grumpy fucke-”

“Hey, shaddup.” Bakugou elbowed him, but Kirishima was already extending a hand for you to shake, and you did so gladly. At least you weren’t the only one who thought Bakugou was a grumpy, stuck up mess.

“’Kay, now can we go? I’m starving’, wanna eat before we do anything else.”

Kirishima winked at you as he threw an arm around your shoulders, his other arm around Bakugou. “Food court? I think they have a pretty good selection here...”

-----

Kirishima was much more tolerable than Bakugou.

He was funny, cracking jokes and making you almost spit out the soda he had bought you, slipping you five dollars behind Bakugou’s back for you to get a drink.

The redhead sat next to you while the three of you ate, including you in the conversation whenever Bakugou seemed to forget about your existence.

As the three of you walked from store-to-store, Kirishima listened to you ramble on about the latest game you’d bought, what you thought of your favorite snack brand trying to collaborate with a fashion company, all your opinions on the music playing faintly through the mall speakers.

It was fun when he grabbed your hand, tugging you away from Bakugou and along with the redhead as he ducked into a random store. It was some street-wear fashion place, and Kirishima wanted your thoughts on if a shirt was his color, or if he could pull off one of the hats that adorned the mannequin in the store window.

The two of you were busy laughing at how the hat couldn’t even press past his spiky hairstyle when you noticed Bakugou, glowering at you both from the outside of the store, lips pulled into the deepest frown.

Kirishima started laughing at the man’s expression, and you quickly followed suit, before Bakugou stalked inside, cuffing his friend on the ear.

What a spoil sport.

You couldn’t deny that by the end of the few hours you’d spent with Kirishima, you found yourself attracted to him. Not only in looks, but also in his goofy personality. You wouldn’t mind being friends with him.

It was easy to exchange numbers with the man, easy to let him lift your spirits.

And then it was time to leave, all three of you grouped at the entrance, saying bye, Bakugou and Kirishima giving each other another bro-hug.

You gave Kirishima a hug, leaning into his warm touch, enjoying his spicy cologne as you pressed your face against his broad chest. He eagerly returned the hug, until Bakugou was scoffing, pulling you out of his embrace.

“We’re in fucking public, you two, chill. Keep your pants on, sluts.”

Kirishima laughed, giving you a cheery wave as Bakugou gripped your hand until it hurt, dragging you out of the mall quickly.

-----

“Why are you being such a brat? You were fuckin’ fine earlier.” The blonde man grumbled, glancing over at you from where he was making dinner.

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your water. “It’s not my fault you have a stick up your ass. All I said is I don’t like when you make food, tastes bad.”

Bakugou huffed, turning off the stove. “Are you fucking serious? You’re just trying to mess with me, aren’t’cha princess?”

“Could you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”

“You’re whatever I want you to be, princess.” Bakugou sneered, stomping towards you.

You quickly backpedalled, setting your glass of water down on the counter, stepping back. “I’m going to go set the table!” Was your way out, and Bakugou backed off as you threw open a cupboard, rummaging for plates and cups as he chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, you do that.”

It wasn’t long before the table was set, Bakugou bringing the food to set it down onto the hotplate in the middle.

Even just a whiff of the food had your eyes watering, the spice through the roof.

“Seriously dude? You know you’re cooking for two people, why the fuck did you make it inedible?!?”

The blonde man glared at you as he sat down, jaw working, mouth twisting. “You gonna be a bitch-baby about it? Should be fuckin’ grateful that I even made you dinner.”

“Thanks for dinner.” You mumbled, staring tiredly at the food Bakugou was heaping onto his plate. You didn’t feel like eating anymore, his outburst ruining your mood, reminding you of the time when he got angry because you wouldn’t go to bed, wouldn’t listen to him-

“Eat the damn food.” Katsuki snapped, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the present.

You did as he asked, even though it burned your mouth. Dinner was quickly gulped down, followed by desperate swigs of water as you tried to chase away the spice. Bakugou huffing the entire time at your inability to handle the level of spice he preferred.

Afterwards, you gathered up the plates and washed them, conscious of Katsuki hovering in the background of the kitchen, watching you work while he tapped away on his phone.

When the last dish was washed, dried, and put away, you began rummaging in the cupboards, looking for something sweet, something to soothe your tastebuds.

“What’re you doin’, didn’t I just feed you?”

Bakugou’s harsh voice made you flinch, but you kept your back to him. “Was hoping there’d be dessert.”

A long, irritated sigh, then a hand gripped your shoulder, pulling you away from the kitchen cupboards. “Ain’t got any of that shit in the house princess, you don’t need it.”

“But-” Your plead was interrupted by Bakugou rolling his eyes, snorting.

“Why are you being such a whiny baby? Is this cause Kiri was spoilin’ you earlier?”

Jutting your chin out, you glared up into red eyes as you turned around seething. “Maybe I like being treated like a person and not a problem. I don’t even understand why he’s friends with you - you’re mean and crass and stup-”

“So you’re just acting out cause you want some extra attention or some shit? What a brat.” The blonde sneered, leaning back against the counter as he tapped away at his phone again.

“You want Kiri so bad, fine. I’ll have him get you some shitty grocery-store dessert. Then maybe you’ll stop acting like a bitch. Stuff some candy in that mouth, will that keep you quiet, huh?”

It was infuriating, being treated like a child. Ignored, talked down to, unable to assert yourself or make decisions.

“Whatever.” You huffed, shaking your head as you walked out of the kitchen. “Anything’s better than having to sit here with you.”

-----

The front door opening and the faint rustle of grocery bags caught your ear as you fumed on the couch, angrily questioning “why me?” as to your situation. But the noise meant your new friend was here, and he was much nicer than Bakugou.

Nice enough to have you smiling a bit as you rose to your feet, padding into the dining room as you beelined to the soft murmur of two manly voices.

“Heyyy! Long time no see!” The redhead was dressed in a loose tank top and basketball shorts, shoes discarded somewhere in the hall.

You’d known he was muscular, but actually seeing his muscles without clothes in the way? You were stunned.

A bright blush encompassed your face when Bakugou snapped his fingers, narrowing his eyes at you. “Ay’, stupid! Focus! He got you a bunch of sweet shit. Rot your teeth out.” While gesturing to the two grocery bags resting on the dinner table.

“Hi Kirishima, thanks for the desserts-”

“Aw, it’s nothing. Bakubro wouldn’t tell me what kinda flavors you like so I kinda got a variety...”

Cupcakes and candy and various other sweet treats were nestled in the bags, and you grinned. “Dude, it’s all good. Wanna sit down and have some too?”

Bakugou snorted while Kiri smiled at you, nodding his head. The dining chair creaked as his weight settled in it, the redhead pushing the grocery bags towards where you sat, encouraging you to pick anything you wanted.

The two men began to talk about this and that, mundane things about work, odd jobs, what their plans for the weekend were, boring stuff you easily tuned out as you indulged in sweet desserts.

Their attention turned to you when a whine slipped from your lips as frosting fell rom the cupcake you were eating and onto your shirt. Before you reached for a napkin, Kiri was leaning over, invading your space.

“You’re kinda messy, aren't you?” He breathed, a single finger swiping through the frosting on your shirt before the redhead sucked it into his mouth, looking at you through his eyelashes.

“Oh-u-uhm...” Was your elegant reply, tummy filled with butterflies at the fact that his finger had pressed against your skin through your shirt, right underneath your breast.

He was so hot.

“Yeah, and a fuckin’ brat too. Little bitch can’t stop complaining about every little thing. Shut up the second I mentioned you were coming over.” Bakugou cackled, breaking the mood completely.

But Kirishima’s eyes were still on you as his now-clean finger slipped from his mouth. It was mesmerizing, watching the muscles in his arms shift and move as he leaned closer, slipping his hands underneath your shirt and raising the fabric so he could lick at the frosting still stuck on it.

Your breath stuttered, heat flaring suddenly in your tummy at the action.

And then Bakugou had to ruin it again.

“You can fuck her if you want, I don’t mind. I told the old bird I would watch her kid for her. Didn’t say nothin’ about not getting her drunk on some cock.”

Eyes squeezing shut, you opened your mouth for some snappy reply, but Kirishima beat you to speaking.

“Yeah? Alright. You good with that baby?”

Wait, good with-?

Kirishima was looking up at you expectantly, fingers still clutched in your shirt, refusing to touch your skin. He was hot. This was hot. It’d be perfect if Bakugou wasn’t here.

“C’mon, just fuck her man, she’s been gaggin’ for your dick since she met you. Stop being a loser and man up.”

The redhead in front of you smiled, sharp teeth on display and gleaming.

Then your shirt was being pulled over your head, hands gripping at your chest, thumbing over your nipples through your bra.

“W-wai-Kiri! Uhm, can’t we- uhm-”

Your voice was ignored, the redhead’s eyes glued to your chest as he pulled down your bra a bit, until he could palm each breast without anything in-between his warm hands and your soft skin.

“You’re so pretty...”

“She’s a whore.” Bakugou snarked.

Hands migrated to your waist, and you were easily lifted onto the table, Kirishima rising from his seat so he could push at your shoulders until they met the solid wood. Bakugou stayed seated, casually notching his hands behind his head and leaning back as he watched the show unfold before him.

Things were happening so fast, you didn’t know what to say, couldn’t move your hands to push away the broad redhead. This was so confusing. Yes, you wanted him, but you didn’t want Bakugou watching. You didn’t want to do this on the dining room table, didn’t like the quick turn the night had taken.

Your pants were being pulled down before you could organize your thoughts, before you could do much else aside from whimper and press your legs together.

“Hah, cute panties. You always wear stuff like this?” Kirishima asked, sliding a thumb underneath the elastic waistband only so he could snap it against your skin. You gasped at the little sting, unsure what to say, what to do.

“Most of her stuff is stupid girly shit like that, so yes.”

You tried to throw a glare Bakugou’s way, but with the blonde somewhere behind you sitting at the table, you couldn’t turn your head far enough.

Especially not when you were distracted by Kirishima pushing down the waistband of his shorts.

“I’m so glad I didn’t wear jeans.” He chuckled, holding his cock at the base as he sat back down again, scooting his chair up to edge of the table where your legs were splayed wide.

“Okay pretty, try and stay still for me. Make as much noise as you wanna, Bakugou and I don’t mind.” And then a warm mouth was pressed up against your cunt, licking at you over your panties, dragging the rough cotton against your most sensitive parts.

“Oh! o-oh, oh-oh-” Was all you could make your mouth manage as the redhead gripped your thighs in his giant hands, pushing them apart and allowing his massive shoulders to fit between them as he bent to lick at your pussy.

It felt... It felt so good, building up pressure in your stomach as your hole clenched around nothing.

Then Kiri did something awful, pulling your panties to the side and nosing into your folds with a pleased grunt. His skin was so warm, and you were so wet, and his nose started bumping against your clit as the man sloppily mouthed at you, and you couldn’t-couldn’t

“Stop-stop! ‘m gonna cum!” You wailed, legs twitching.

Immediately Kirishima drew back, soothing circles getting rubbed into your calves by thick fingers. “You don’t wanna cum in my mouth? Wanna cum on my cock instead? That’s cute.”

He stood up, and you barely got a glimpse of his dick bobbing against his stomach before he was leaning forward and catching your lips in a kiss. It almost scared you, sharp teeth poking menacingly against your lips, dragging across your skin as Kirishima moved his mouth against yours, but the redhead knew how to work with his teeth.

“Man, she really is a slut for you.” Bakugou piped up from behind you. He was a bit breathless, voice scratcher, but you couldn’t focus on that, not when Kirishima was pulling away with a groan, one of his hands fisting his cock.

The redhead gathered the spit in his mouth, leaned down, and let it drip onto your cunt, panties still pushed to the side. It was burning hot, adding to the fire in your tummy, blazing higher and higher.

Heavy breathing and labored panting filled the room as Kirishima edged closer to you, laying his cock flat against your entrance, playing with your panties as he did so until they pressed against his cock as it nestled between the lips of your cunt.

And then he started grinding.

Slow, delicious, absolutely heavenly.

You almost didn’t care about the disgusting little groans coming from Bakugou, the slick sounds of him fucking his fist, the creak of his chair behind you.

Almost.

Your attention was more focused on the pleasurable little zings going up your spine as Kiri rubbed his cock through your folds, all slick and wet. You kept your legs spread wide for him, barely able to breathe at the heat that seemed to fill the space, fill your lungs and steal your voice.

Kiri leaned down to kiss you again, and your hands fisted into his tank top, the material sweaty as it clung to his chest. If you could focus, you’d be trying to pull it off him, see the beautiful skin underneath, the man’s gorgeous body.

But what he was doing with his hips felt so good, you couldn’t even think.

“Kiri-Kiri, gonna-ohmygod-gonna-!”

And you came, shuddering as his cock kept fucking back and forth through your folds, twitching against your clit, veins in his dick pulsing and dragging against your skin.

He wasn’t stopping.

“Unhh, I came, please, wait Kirishima-”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to cum on my cock baby? I’m barely getting warmed up.” A feral smile gleamed bright from his lips. “I don’t play like Bakugou, I like messy girls. Gonna get you so fucked out you can’t even speak, can’t even walk. Won’t give him any trouble then, right? You’ll be good? For us?”

The look in his eye told you that you weren’t going to get a choice.

“Fuck Kiri, turn her over when you fuck her cunt so I can use her mouth.” Bakugou’s voice cut in, and your mood soured even more.

But Kirishima was already agreeing, cock still thrusting against your cunt.

You didn’t get to make decisions anymore.

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