#'do not worry honey bunny!' *drops pants!*

[izvmimi]

still thinking about blowjobs btw

[lilcatdraws]

Home from the Psych Ward

Ledger!Joker x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Joker has been in Arkham for the past month. He escaped two days ago and after the horrible treatment comes home to you sick and miserable. You nurse him back to health.

Author’s Note: Finally! I got something done. I wasn’t really sure how to end this so sorry if it just kinda ended abruptly.

Taglist: @alittlesmartcookie

Joker had been in Arkham for the past month and escaped just two days ago. He was at large and on the run from the cops. You were worried sick. You knew he would wait it out before he came home because he didn’t want to lead the police right to you. But that didn’t stop your anxiety from taking over. For two days you sat close by waiting for J to come home. You could not stop worrying about him. 

There was a knock at your window. Your relief finally came when you looked through the window and saw Joker perched outside. It didn’t last long though. 

“J! I was so worried about you!” You exclaimed as you helped him crawl inside. 

As soon as Joker hit the floor he collapsed. You knelt beside him in a panic. He wasn’t wearing his makeup so you could see how pale and gaunt he looked. His face was twisted in pain. 

“What happened? Are you okay?” You asked him.

“No. They had me drugged up pretty good last week. I think I’m, uh, getting sick. Most of that shit doesn’t react well with my stomach.” 

“What hurts?” 

“Everything.” Joker chuckled softly.

You nodded half heartedly and tried to figure out what to do. You decided it was best to move him somewhere comfortable. You helped him stand up and shuffled him over to the couch. Joker laid down and propped his head up with the pillow.

You felt his forehead. He was burning up. You went into the bathroom and emerged with a thermometer in hand. 

“J, I’m going to take your temperature, okay?” 

Joker smirked. “Ooh. I’d be happy to drop my pants, doll.”

You were glad to see his sense of humor wasn’t affected.

“Um, no. I’m good. Here, open up.”

Joker opened his mouth and you stuck it under his tongue. When it beeped you read the number and gasped. It was a high fever of 101. You rushed back to the bathroom and took a washcloth from one of the drawers. You soaked it in cold water and grabbed some ibuprofen from your medicine cabinet.

When you returned, you laid the cloth over his forehead.

“It’s a pretty high fever, J. You need to take something to bring it down.” You told him as you started to open the pill bottle and shake two into your hand.

Joker put his hand up to stop you.

“No. No more pills, bunny. I’ve had them crammed down my throat for the past month. I don’t think I can take anymore.”

“J, you don’t mess around with a fever. You need to take this. It’ll be fine I promise.”

Joker sighed and reluctantly took the pills with a sip of water from the bottle you had on the coffee table. He cringed as he swallowed. You felt a pang of guilt. Arkham must’ve been really bad this time. But you couldn’t let the fever linger.

“I’m sorry honey but see, that wasn’t so bad.”

“S’okay bunny. I’ll live.” J said with a weak smile.

“How long have you felt sick?”

“Uhh, the day after I busted out of the joint.”

“What was going on?”

“My head was spinning and my stomach was in knots. I thought it was just the after effects of the drugs though. Then I, uh, threw up a few times.”

“Are you still nauseous?” 

“Yeah.” Joker said with a yawn.

You could tell he was getting sleepy. Maybe a rest would do him some good. 

“Do you wanna go to bed?” 

“Yeah. I’ll just stay here. I don’t feel like movin’. Can you help me out of my suit?” 

You nodded and helped him undress into just his boxers and socks. One of the many  things you would never understand about him was wearing socks to bed. Sometimes he got too hot for them but usually he left them on. 

You laid a blanket over him and kissed him goodnight.

…

You woke up in the middle of the night to your bathroom light on. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, annoyed at Joker for waking you up. You got up to fuss at him but before you could, you heard gagging and coughing. 

J was throwing up and it sounded awful. 

You opened the door and knelt beside him. Joker glanced over his shoulder at you but felt another wave of nausea and retched again. You rubbed his back and held his hair as he vomited. 

Joker tried to sit up but got dizzy and fell back into your arms. He panted. You grabbed a towel and wiped his face. He tried to reach up to flush the toilet but missed so you did it for him. You guessed he was done.

“M’fine, bunny. Go back to bed.” Joker mumbled.

You shook your head. “No. I’m not leaving you. You can’t even sit up without falling.” 

Joker swatted you away and tried to stand up. His legs gave way and he fell backwards right on top of you. Your protective instincts were now in full swing.

“Okay that’s it. You’re coming to bed with me. I don’t feel right leaving you alone.” You said as you helped him up.

You both staggered back into the bedroom. J was practically growling to himself. He hated feeling so helpless.

“You can get over it, mister. You’re sick so I’m taking care of you. Simple as that.” You said sternly.

Joker rolled his eyes. “Whatever, bunny.” 

He laid down on the bed as you went around, picked up the comforter off the floor, and laid it over him.

“Does your stomach hurt?” You asked.

Joker nodded sleepily.

“Do you want a heating pad?”

He nodded again.

You went into the kitchen and found one of your heating pads in a drawer. Then you put it in the microwave for a few minutes and brought it back to J. He took it gratefully and placed it on his abdomen. Once you crawled back into bed, he snuggled close to you and began to doze off. You went back to sleep as soon as you heard his light snores. 

…

You woke up the next morning before J did so you could make him breakfast. He hadn’t been properly fed in a while and you wanted to spoil him.

You got dressed and went into the kitchen. You knew you couldn’t make food that was too greasy because of the condition J’s stomach was in. The poor thing could only handle so much.

So you decided on making him a bowl of fruit loops (his favorite cereal), toast with strawberry jelly, and a glass of orange juice. You put everything on a tray and brought it to the bedroom.

Joker was still asleep when you came in. You sat the tray down on the nightstand and nudged his shoulder. He jumped a little, a common thing he did when startled awake, and opened his eyes.

“Oh hey, y/n.” He said with a yawn.

“Hey sleepyhead. Feeling any better?” 

“Eh. A little. My head still hurts.”

You put your hand to his forehead.

“Well, your fever’s gone down. Do you think you can handle food right now?”

J nodded. He sat up against the headboard and you carefully handed him the tray. You turned on the TV while he ate, keeping the volume low. Munching on those fruit loops, he looked like a kid watching Saturday morning cartoons. It made you smile. 

Then the worry came circling back.

“J, what did they do to you?” You asked, rubbing circles into his palm with your thumb.

“Nothing they haven’t done before. Like I said, this time around they had me sedated for the majority of the day and kept me tied to the bed. I just laid around the whole time I was there.”

“You didn’t do anything else? You just laid in bed all day?”

“Yeah. I mean, I got up to use the bathroom and sat up to eat but that’s it.”

“You didn’t leave your room or go outside…”

Joker wheezed out a laugh. “It isn’t preschool, y/n. My cell’s in a high security ward. There is no leaving. Unless I need medical attention or the doctor decides for some odd reason that I need to have therapy in their office instead of my cell. I hate when that happens.” 

“I’m sorry, honey.” You mumbled and you buried your head in his chest.

Joker ruffled your hair. “S’okay, bunny. I’m fine. Now get off of me before you get sick.” 

You just smiled and held him tighter. 

[beachbabey]

regressed reader crying when daddy cyclone has to go away for a weekend for work, but daddy bob spends the whole weekend with you instead and takes care of you and when cyclone comes back u have cuddles with them both before falling asleep in their arms because you feel all safe :(

The ending to this was so awful I'm so sorry my brain just didn't know when to stop because I had SO MANY THOUGHTS!!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT MY LOVE!!!

Oh, you'd be clinging onto his leg with an iron grip, if you weren't so upset you'd feel bad for Bob, standing to the side, having to deal with your painfully apparent disdain for his company. But this headspace wasn't a nice one. Being so upset and not being able to do much more than cry, as you see it, Daddy was going away and Bobby was taking his place.

"B-but why do you have to go? Don't want you to go, Daddy, don't want Bobby, want you!" you sob softly, letting go of his pant leg and slumping to the ground, sitting with your head hung low, small hiccups and sniffles coming from you. Beau sighs and drops his briefcase, crouching down to your level, giving a small smile to Bob before turning to you and smoothing your hair down, urging you to look at him.

"Oh my little Flopsy, please don't cry, Bobby's gonna take good care of you whilst Daddy's out of town, and Daddy's gonna call you every night before bedtime" He presses a kiss to your forehead, checking his watch and sighing once again, he was gonna miss his flight if he didn't leave, bringing you in for a hug, wrapping his thick warm arms around your shoulders before pecking your cheek, standing up and collecting his things, turning to Bob, giving him a small nod, bringing his hand up to clasp the younger man's shoulder.

"Thank you for this, they should be fine by the evening, I promise they'll warm up to you, it's just the first time I've been away when they're this little." He explained, Bob smiles and gives a quick nod

"Don't worry about it, I'm happy to help. You should go, you're already late"

"Goodbye little one, Daddy's gonna miss you!" He gets no response, you just look up at him, silently pleading him with those big watery eyes, keeping your focus on him until the door closes. As soon as you hear the lock click, you immediately get up and run to your room, slamming your door (Which in normal conditions would earn you a time out on the stairs) and curl up on your bed, tearing up once more.

After 30 minutes go by, knuckles rapping against the bedroom door, “How’re you holding up, honey?”

Bob's voice was as gentle and careful as it always was, and now that your anger had fizzled away, you wanted him, no he wasn't Beau, but he'd taken care of you a handful of times, and you wanted his love and comfort. He was there to look after you, you knew that, and you knew he'd cuddle you and play with you as much as you want.

He pops his head around the door and slowly, you sat up, keeping all your stuffies and blanket in your arms, your eyes reluctantly finding his.

“Miss Papa, Bobby.” you whimpered, cheeks flushed a deep pink from all your crying, Bob immediately sits on the bed beside you, the sight of you so upset breaking his heart a little.

“I know sweetheart. I’m sorry, it's hard but you're gonna be just fine, I promise. You want Bobby to hold you? I’m right here,” he keeps his voice soft as he speaks to you, and the tenderness and concern in his voice makes you burst into tears again. You could only nod and reach out for him, letting him wrap you up in his arms.

The weekend passed by in the blink of an eye, you had spent that evening in Bobby's arms, lazily sucking on your pacifier, leaning your head on his chest as a cartoon played. And before you knew it, it was Monday morning, and you plodded downstairs, swallowed up in one of Beau's old shirts, stuffie clutched in your hands and a paci in your mouth, searching for Bobby, wanting some breakfast.

"Good morning Bunny Rabbit" You hear a deep, sleep-filled voice say, frowning as you lift your head up, eyebrows furrowed as you try to find the source of the sound.

That didn't sound like Bobby, but you were still half asleep, head filled with morning fuzz.

"Papa?" you hum behind your pacifier, turning around to find him on the couch in the living room, smiling tiredly at your surprised expression, gasping and dropping your stuffie, running into his arms, sitting on his lap and shoving your face into his neck, feeling tears start to trickle down, seeing Bob sitting next to him, nursing a cup of coffee in his hands.

"Missed you, Papa....so so much"

“Shh, Papa's got you now” he soothes you, turning your head to perch in on his shoulder to look at Bob, reaching out for his hand and playing with his fingers, softly whining as you felt Beau move you in his arms.

“Just getting comfy butterfly.” You felt your cheeks warm at the pet name, and bury your face into his shoulder, earning a giggle from Bob

“There she is,” Beau cooed, stroking his hand down the expanse of your back

“How about we dry these tears, huh bub?” Bob rubs his nose against yours before bringing the sleeve of his sweater up to your face, gently brushing away the tears.

“There we go,” He smiles at you before swooping in to pepper your face in kisses for being such a good girl. You let out a delighted squeal. Beau joins in, letting his fingers dance along your ribs, making you squeal and wiggle in his lap.

“Bobby told Daddy that you've been such a good bunny whilst I was away, Daddy is so proud of you Angel, so so proud" He whispers, letting you settle down, all the emotion and excitement wiping you out, you close your eyes, feeling Beau start to gently scratch your scalp, Bobby's fingers linking with your own again, rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand. You sighed in relief as you fully allowed your eyes to droop, feeling the tip of your paci, which you didn't even realise you dropped being pushed against your lips, slowly taking it into your mouth and sleepily suckling on it, letting out a big exhale through your nose and relaxing into their warmth, dozing off in the early morning light in the arms of both men.

[samrsgyi]

Beautiful eyes [ Violet Mikami ]

Warnings⚠️: fem!reader, Dom! Violet, sub! Reader, fingering, saliva, aftercare, passionate sex, affection, fluff, cuddling

A/N- We love our pretty paramedic!!! Reader is a nurse that works at Chicago med

Scenario- You and Violet have a little chat and you're glad that there's no more sexual tension between you guys after the death of Evan Hawkins and Violet doesn't know how to respond to that. You bump into Violet at Molly's and she agrees with you but also decides to become a tease and gives you a kiss that you'll never forget. You get all flustered and she leads you into a mist of lust

Short summary for paragraph 1: You go to the firehouse and see violet

" Oh, hey best friend." Said Y/N awkwardly. " I'm so sorry about the death of Evan, he was a good man." Said Y/N. " Thank you." Said violet. " So you decided to come back to the firehouse?-- I mean! How have you been?" Said Y/N sounding Shocked and surprised at the same time. " Oh, good and you?" Said violet. " Good as well." Said Y/N. " Y'know to be honest-- I'm just glad that there's no more sexual tension between us anymore, we can finally just be friends." Said Y/N. Violet stayed silent and looked at you for a little while before dropping her head. Y/N stayed silent too before chickening out as well. Then Y/N took off without a trace. Violet was gonna call back after you but it's like her voice wasn't even there. You ran all the way home and started panicking and saying that you were a fool to even say that. You cooled down and took a shower then went to sleep

Paragraph 2: you bump into Violet at molly's

At the end of your shift you decided to go and stay at Molly's. After a couple cups of water, you were fully hydrated and went to go to the bathroom. You happened to bump into Violet when she was exiting the bathroom. " Oh, hey." Said violet. " Hi." Said Y/N. " Uh y'know what, you were right it has been fun being friends-- but I don't want you to forget this." Said violet. She leaned in to kiss you and then both of your lips crashed into each other. Her lips tasted like clementines and tangerines mixed with honey. Then she walked off smiling. You looked at her walk away and she turned to face you and blew you a kiss and you caught it. " Violet you sneaky son of a-." Said Y/N. Later that night at Molly's violet came to you and grabbed your hand and took you outside to her car. " Uh vi- where are we going?" Asked Y/N. " Don't worry about it sweetheart, were just going home." Said violet. You gulped wondering what was gonna happen to you next.

Paragraph 3: It got steamy

You guys got in the apartment and she pushed you onto the bed and got on top of you then started kissing you. You guys were sharing tongues and saliva but the thing is, you were to submissive to handle it. " Wow, you taste good, bunny." Said violet. Your face was flushed and you looked at her shocked. You didn't even know how to respond so, you just smiled. You looked into her eyes which was mixed with admiration and adoration with a hint of passion and lust. " Your eyes are Beautiful." Said Y/N. Violet sighed then smiled.

" Hey, Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"Can you do me a favor, bunny?"

" Sure."

" Lay down for me will ya?"

And you did then, violet took matters into her own hands and took off your pants and panties. Violet's face was flushed at the sight of seeing you. "Bunny listen, I'm gonna fuck you and all you're gonna do is feel good for me okay?" Said violet. You nodded. Violet pushed two fingers in you which earned a gasp from you. " There you go, just like that." Said violet. Her fingers were in and out of you at a fast pace. Then you had knew, she was trying to get you to cum quickly. " V-Violet wait, I'm gonna cum-." You managed to get your final words out. " That's it bunny, cum for me." Stated violet. " Shit, shit, shit-." You chanted. Then that's when you came and let out a huge gasp and a moan. Waves of pleasure and euphoria washing over you. Violet went down to your face a kissed you. You guys finally breathed for air and saliva connecting your tongues. Violet licked and bit your lip before, chuckling softly. You sighed slowly still trying to recover from your high. Violet got up and went to go run a warm bath for you. Which you both ended up showering together. Then violet went to go get some snacks and set on a movie. Once it was done you guys cuddled

" Goodnight, Bunny."

[shiftingparadise]

Levi x Reader: Cruel world (Part 2) 

Hi guys! This is the second part of 'Cruel World' that some of you requested. I hope you like this one too :) Enjoy reading!

Word count: 4951

‘I want to become a Commander like Uncle Erwin was when I’m older’, Amara was swinging her wooden sword in front of her. ‘You hopefully won’t have to’, you sighed while looking at the training ground. 

You could still see your cadets running on the field like it was yesterday. Eren pushing Jean, Sasha teasing Connie, Armin trying to keep up with the rest of them… No one was the same anymore. After Erwin died, they all had to grow up so quickly. Hange never smiled anymore, Levi became more distant, and you could feel the burden on your shoulders getting heavier every day that passed… Times were different when Amara was little. You know she could feel it too. 

You quickly shook yourself out of it when you heard Amara panting, ‘Honey, don’t overdo it’, you said softly before getting up from the table you were sitting on. ‘Here, you have to be more precise in your attacks, you can’t just recklessly swing around with your sword’, you grabbed the wooden sword from her. ‘Like this’, you demonstrated to her how to properly fight with it, ‘See?’. 

‘Hi kid’, you could hear Levi’s voice from behind you, carefully placing a kiss on your cheek before looking at Amara, ‘You’re still training?’. He walked towards her, ‘I told you to take it easy today, you don’t want to hurt yourself, do you?’. 'N-no, but if I want to be like you and Uncle Erwin, I need to train,' Amara said hurriedly. 'Tch,' Levi said with a shake of his head, 'You're already better than me,' he smiled at his daughter. 

Several years passed and Amara was already 9. You couldn’t believe how fast time had flown by. She had beautiful, long black hair. When you looked into her eyes, it felt as if you were looking at Levi. It was absurd how much she looked like him. 

‘Mara!’, you could hear Connie calling out for her, ‘Look what I found!’. ‘What?’, Amara started running towards him, dropping her wooden sword on the ground. 

Connie was running towards Amara with a big smile on his face, Sasha quickly following. 

‘Look’, Connie held out both of his hands towards Amara, ‘I found it laying on the ground’. Amara widened her eyes in surprise, ‘It’s so cute!’, she blurted out, ‘Can I hold it? Please?’, she was already holding out her tiny hands. ‘You know what it is, right?’, Sasha hovered over Connie’s shoulder, ‘If it’s older, we can eat it’, Sasha’s mouth started to water. ‘Oi Sasha!’, Connie pushed Sasha away with his elbow, ‘We’re not going to eat it. Here ‘Mara’, Connie smiled at the little girl, carefully placing the tiny bunny in her hands. 

--- 

‘I don’t know Levi’, you were looking at Connie and Sasha, you could see they were laughing at Amara, ‘I’m worried’, you looked into Levi’s eyes. ‘We’re safe  here, Y/N’. You could see Levi was lying, that he didn’t believe what he just told you. 

‘Mama, Papa!’, you could hear Amara running towards you again, hands placed in front of her. ‘Mara watch out!’, you blurted out when you could see her falling onto the ground, hands still in the air, making sure she wouldn’t drop whatever she had in her hands. ‘Oi Amara’, Connie quickly ran towards her, helping her back up, ‘You need to be more careful’. ‘A-ai’, she quickly nodded at Connie before she started to run again. 

'Tch, she may look like me, but she's got your character,' Levi said with a smile while he looked at his daughter. ‘Because she’s clumsy?’, you smirked at him, ‘What? No’, Levi looked confused at you, ‘Because she just fell flat on her face, but she still tried to keep, whatever she has in her hands, safe. She’s caring, like you’. 

‘Look!’, Amara panted while holding both of her hands in front of her, ‘It’s a baby bunny’. ‘Amara, get rid of that, who knows what diseases that thing has’, Levi looked disgusted at the small bunny in her hands. ‘Oh, don’t be ridiculous Levi’, you giggled, ‘It’s just a bunny’. You sat down on one knee, carefully placing your hands underneath Amara’s, ‘I guess you want to keep this?’, you smiled at her. ‘Please Mama’, she looked at you with her puppy eyes. ‘You know you’ll need to take care of it, right?. ‘Don’t worry Y/N’, Connie placed a hand on Amara’s shoulder, ‘Sasha and I will help her’, ‘Ai!’, Sasha smiled at you. ‘Tch’, Levi shook his head before turning back around, ‘I’ll ask Hange to look at it, I don’t want its germs anywhere near me’. You rolled your eyes at Amara, ‘Don’t worry, you know how much of a clean-freak your father is’, you smiled before stroking through her hair, ‘Connie, Sasha’, you looked at the cadets, ‘Can you look after Amara for a while? I need to discuss something with Armin’.

--- 

‘What do you think?’, you looked at the blonde, his face looked worried. ‘I don’t know’, he sighed, ‘Do you think it’s a good idea to go to the city? With everything that’s going on?’, his blue eyes met yours. ‘It’s Amara’s birthday soon, she’s been begging to go to the ci-‘, ‘Why don’t you go alone with your family? What if something happens, there’ll be almost no one to protec-‘. You waved the idea away, ‘You’re right Armin’. 

Armin could see how disappointed you were. You just wanted a nice day out with your daughter, you just wanted to pretend everything was alright, just for a day. 

‘Well.. You could take Sasha and Connie with you? They’re practically her siblings’, Armin softly smiled, ‘The rest of us will stay here, in case of an emergency…’. ‘Thank you Armin’, you whispered while hugging him, ‘I need this’. ‘I know’, Armin sighed in response, ‘I just wish we didn’t have to worry about stuff like that, wish we could all go, together’. 

--- 

‘Y/N, are you coming?’, Levi sighed while holding Amara’s hand. ‘Ai, go to the carriage already, I see you in a minute’. ‘Tch’, Levi rolled his eyes, ‘Come on Amara, we’ll go take a look at, what was that bunny’s name again?’, ‘Milo’, Amara said agitated. ‘Right’, Levi slowly walked out of the room with Amara. 

‘Good’, you thought to yourself, ‘Time to get Amara’s present’. 

You hadn’t told anyone what her present was, not even Levi. You wanted to keep it a secret. Levi probably didn’t know you still had it, but you’ve always kept it close to you. You knew Amara missed Erwin. She was devastated when you had to tell her what happened to him. She cried all night about how Armin should have died, how it wasn’t fair. For the first weeks, she ignored Armin completely, and if she didn’t, she would spit venomous words in his direction. Not to mention how mad she was at her father for choosing Armin. Levi tried to explain it to her, he tried to defend his choice, but she wouldn’t let him. She didn’t speak or look at her father for a month, and every time you tried to talk to her about it, she would walk away. You told Levi to be patient, that she was just a kid, unable to understand the bigger picture, but Levi was devastated by it. After a few months, she finally talked to her father again. She even apologized to him, telling him she was just hurt. Honestly, you couldn't believe how mature she was for her age. It always shocked you with how well she understood her own emotions, you couldn’t even do that sometimes, and you were an adult. 

--- 

‘Oi, who’s ready now?’, you yelled while walking to the carriage. You could see Sasha, Connie, and Amara standing around Levi. ‘Wait’, you widened your eyes, ‘Are you holding it?’, you giggled, ‘Who are you and what have you done to the real Levi?’, you smirked. ‘Tch’, Levi immediately changed his soft expression into his cold one again, ‘Here Amara, put it back in its cage’. 

--- 

‘I should’ve known it wasn’t a good idea to take Sasha with us’, you sighed. 

Sasha was running all over the place towards the different food stands. Connie desperately tried to keep up with her, but it was impossible.

‘Oi brats’, Levi let go of Amara’s hand, heading towards the two of them. ‘It’s my daughter’s birthday, if you don’t behave, I’ll make sure you regret it’, he let his hands rest on Sasha’s en Connie’s shoulders. For a stranger, it seemed a friendly gesture, but you knew he was threatening them. ‘A-ai Captain’, Connie quickly grabbed Sasha’s wrist, ‘Come on Sasha, quit it already’, he pulled her behind him towards Amara and you. 

--- 

‘Papa, can I hang out with Sasha and Connie for a while?’, Connie had Amara on his back, carrying her around town. Levi looked at you, trying to figure out if you were alright with it. You nodded at him in response. ‘Fine, but be careful. All of you’, Levi lowered his voice. ‘Ai Captain’, Sasha smiled at him, ‘Ai, we’ll be fine’, Connie replied. ‘Meet us here in two hours, okay?’, you quickly added. 

‘Ai Y/N’, Connie smiled. ‘So, where do you want to  go,‘Mara?’, Connie looked over his shoulder at Amara. She had her arms wrapped around his neck, legs clutching onto his waist like a monkey. You loved seeing her with Connie and Sasha. ‘I want to go there!!’, Amara pointed towards a fountain. Connie shrugged his shoulders in response, ‘Come on Sasha’, he smirked, ‘The first one to get there gets the other’s breakfast tomorrow’. 

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‘Come with me’, Levi smiled at you while he placed his hand behind your back, ‘To where?’, you said confused. ‘Don’t worry kid, you’ll like it’. 

Levi guided you towards a tiny shop, it was quite isolated from the other ones. 

‘I want you to pick one’, Levi carefully grabbed your hand. ‘B-but these are expens-‘, ‘Don’t look at the price, I want you to pick the one you want to wear for the rest of your life’, you could feel he was nervous. ‘Why do you want to give me something like this?’, you whispered. ‘Pick one’, Levi replied coldly. 

You let your eyes wander across the beautiful rings. You didn’t know if you could ever choose between one of them. They were all uniquely beautiful… But then you saw it. It was a beautiful silver ring with three tiny orange gemstones in the middle, surrounded by engravings of tiny leaves. 

‘I like this one’, you pointed towards it. You could hear Levi chuckle. ‘What?’, you looked at him. ‘Every other girl would’ve picked one with the biggest gem, but of course, you want that one’, he smiled while shaking his head. ‘I feel like that one would fit me the best’, you said softly while looking at it. ‘Don’t worry, I knew you were going to pick that one’, Levi signaled to the owner of the shop. ‘I was right’, Levi said to the owner, ‘She wants that one’. The owner looked at you, ‘Well, now that I see her… That one does fit her perfectly’. The owner carefully grabbed the ring and  asked for your hand, ‘Come here dear, let’s see if it fits’. 

You slowly placed your hand in front of you. The ring fit perfectly; you couldn’t stop smiling. 

‘You like it?’, Levi looked at you. He seemed nervous again. You nodded in response, ‘It’s perfect’. ‘Good’, Levi looked at you. It made him happy to see you smile like that. It's been a while since he saw you smile, since you were truly happy. ‘Wait outside’, Levi ordered you, ‘W-why?’, ‘Just do it, kid, please’. 

You went outside. When the sun shone down on the gemstones, they were even prettier. 

‘Kid?’, you could hear Levi’s voice, ‘Hm?’, you turned around. You could see he was holding something behind his back. You giggled when you could see the sweat dripping from his forehead. ‘Oi, don’t laugh’, he looked at you with his cold expression. ‘I’m sorry Levi, I just don’t understand why you’re so nerv-‘, ‘Marry me Y/N’. ‘H-huh?’, you widened your eyes, and the smile quickly disappeared from your face. ‘Marry me, please’, he looked at the ground while holding out a bouquet in front of him. ‘I know this is not the way it’s supposed to go, but I wanted you to have a ring you like, and even though I was pretty sure you wanted that o-‘. 

You didn’t let Levi finish his sentence, instead, you swung your arms around his neck.

‘I would love to marry you’, you could hear your voice shaking, your legs were trembling too. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t ask you in a more… romantic way’, Levi whispered while he nestled his face in between the space of your neck and shoulder, ‘But you know how I am.. I’m not very good at those kinds of things’. ‘Don’t worry Levi, it was perfect’. 

You closed your eyes for a second. You allowed yourself to forget about the rest of the world, just for a moment, it was just you and the person you loved most in this world. 

--- 

‘Amara watch out!’, Sasha caught her before falling into the fountain. Amara started to giggle at how irritated Sasha was getting. ‘Where’s Connie anyway?’, Sasha looked around while holding your hand. ‘Oi, I’m here’, Connie gently smacked the back of Sasha’s head. ‘Where were yo-‘, Sasha stopped talking when he could see Connie had gotten the three of you some ice cream. ‘Here’, Connie held out one in front of Amara but Sasha snatched it out of Connie’s hand. ‘Oi Sasha, that was for her!’. 

Suddenly, a shadow hovered over the entire town, causing the beautiful rays of the sun to disappear. 

‘H-huh? There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky’, Connie looked up at the earlier blue sky, Sasha was too busy devouring her ice cream. ‘Oi, Sasha!’, Connie quickly dropped the ice creams, picking up Amara. ‘Sasha, watch out!’, Connie grabbed her arm. 

A giant rock landed not too far away from them, causing debris to fly everywhere. People were screaming, running towards safety, grabbing their loved ones,… Other people were crying, falling on their knees while they could see their loved ones being crushed underneath the rocks and debris. 

--- 

‘W-what?’, you looked in shock at everything that was happening. ‘Amara’, Levi widened his eyes, immediately running towards the fountain they were heading to earlier. ‘Levi!’, you cried out, quickly following him, ‘N-no, go to the carriage!’, Levi yelled at you while the town was once again covered in a shadow, ‘I’ve brought the ODM gear with us, in case we needed it…’, Levi looked at the ground, ‘Go get it, I’m going to get the kids’. ‘The kids?’, ‘Fuck Y/N, this is not the time!’, Levi yelled before running towards the fountain, ‘And Y/N, be careful, please’

You quickly shook yourself out of your thoughts. You had to think rationally, you had to make sure your mind was clear. 

‘Shit’, you looked at everyone running in fear. Memories of the attack when Amara was little started to appear in front of your eyes, causing you to freeze. You could feel someone pushing you, ‘Shit, shit, shit’, you desperately tried to find the carriage, wondering if everyone was alright. 

You managed to spot the carriage. You quickly headed towards it, grabbing the gear.

‘We would’ve been dead if Levi hadn’t come with us…’, you mumbled to yourself while putting on your gear. You grabbed the cases with the others and launched yourself in the air. 

--- 

‘Sasha! Connie!’, Levi could see them running towards him, ‘Where’s Amara?’, Levi looked at them, scanning their bodies for any injury. ‘Here Captain!’, Connie turned his back towards Levi, ‘She’s fine’. Levi let out a sigh of relief, ‘Are you alright?’, Levi grabbed her from Connie. 

Levi could feel Amara shaking, tears streaming down her face. He quickly held her head in the space between his shoulder and neck. 

‘How much has she seen?’, Levi looked around him. He could see blood and bodies everywhere, people crying, screaming, … ‘Sasha made sure she kept her head down’, Connie looked at the ground, ‘I don’t think she saw much’. ‘Thank you’, Levi whispered at his two cadets. ‘Oi where’s Y/N?’, Sasha looked around, ‘She’s getting our gear’. ‘Huh?’, Connie looked at the Captain, ‘I’ve brought them with us into the carriage, I had the feeling something was going to happen…’ 

Another giant rock flew across town. The smell of blood must have become unbearable for the people living in that town, but Levi was already used to it. 

--- 

‘Levi!’, you quickly landed next to them. You quickly placed a hand on Amara’s head, ‘Don’t worry Amara, everything’s going to be fine’. ‘Here’, your hands were shaking while handing them their gear, ‘I’m sure Hange and the others will arrive quickly’. ‘Ai, but we can’t wait until that fucking monkey crushes us. That damn coward’, Levi gritted through his teeth. ‘What do you want us to do?’, Sasha and Connie looked at their Captain. ‘Connie, you’re coming with me, Sasha, you’re staying here with Amara and Y/N and-‘, ‘No!’, you interrupted, 'I won’t let you go leave!’, you quickly grabbed his arm. ‘Y/N, you’ve already protected her once’, Levi tightened his grip around his daughter, ‘I told you I would never let anything happen to my girls again, that I would be there to protect the-‘. 

Levi couldn’t finish his sentence. He heard the awful familiar screams and broken bones. Titans were making their way into the city already. 

‘Do what your mother tells you to, okay?’, Levi quickly handed Amara over to you, ‘Sasha, I don’t care what you have to do, but make sure nothing happens to them’. ‘A-ai Captain!’, Sasha saluted him, quickly grabbing your arm. ‘L-levi, I’m a squad leader, I’m the one who should give her orders!’, ‘Hide somewhere, please. I don’t want you to fight with her’, Levi turned around before looking over his shoulder at his daughter, ‘I love you, both of you’, he said softly before signaling Connie to follow him. 

‘Papa!’, you hadn’t noticed Amara was looking at what was happening around her, ‘N-no Amara, don’t look’, you quickly placed her head against your chest, ‘He’ll be fine’, you could feel a lump forming in your throat. You prayed the rest of the Corps would arrive soon. 

--- 

‘We can’t hide inside a building’, you said to Sasha while running, ‘We’ll be crushed by the debris if another rock falls on it, and we won’t be able to defend ourselves’. ‘Ai’, Sasha hastily looked around, ‘What about a basement?’, she pointed towards the ground. ‘That will work!’, you quickly ran towards the wooden doors in the ground, ‘Here, hold her’, you gave Amara towards Sasha. 

You placed one of your blades behind the lock, forcing it open. You could hear Sasha trying to calm Amara down. 

‘Ssh, don’t worry ‘Mara, before you’ll know we’ll be back at headquarters, playing with Milo together’. ‘B-but what about Papa’, Amara sobbed into Sasha’s shoulders. ‘Psh, Captain Levi?’, Sasha let out an insecure smile, ‘This is nothing to him. He can easily kill all the Titans by himself’. ‘N-no there are too many! I’ve seen them’. Sasha could hear Titans coming closer. She didn’t want Amara to be scared, so she quickly started talking again, hoping she couldn’t hear them. ‘He can! I’ve seen him fight, you know I’m in his squad, right? B-but he won’t need to fight them alone… Connie’s with him, and the others will arrive shortly, I’m sure of it’. 

You could hear the Titans too. You desperately tried to open the door, but it seemed impossible. All the other houses were crushed, there was nowhere to run.

‘Sasha’, you could feel your hands shaking again, ‘Take her with you’, you kept looking at the doors, ‘I can’t open them, there’s not enough time’. ‘B-but Y/N’, Sasha widened her eyes, ‘Come with u-‘, ‘No, there will only appear more of them.. If I don’t kill them, we’ll soon be surrounded, leaving us nowhere to run’. ‘I’ll kill them!’, Sasha yelled while running towards you. ‘Sasha, I’m your squad leader, and you’ll do as I say’.  It was the first time you raised your voice at one of your cadets. ‘Mama!’, you could hear Amara screaming again, ‘Sasha, go!’, you yelled at her. 

Sasha closed her eyes, holding Amara close to her again. It felt like she went back in time to the first time she held Amara, when you gave Amara to her with blood all over your hands. 

‘No, Sasha, I want to stay with my mom!’, Amara started kicking and screaming, ‘I’m sorry ‘Mara’, Sasha closed her eyes, launching herself away from you. 

--- 

‘Captain!’, Connie panted next to him, ‘The Corps, they’re here!’, he pointed at the horses that were arriving. Levi closed his eyes in relief, ‘They can handle the rest, let’s find Sasha and Y/N’. 

Connie immediately launched himself in the air, and Levi followed him. After a couple of minutes, Levi could hear the sound of ODM gear. 

‘There!’, he changed directions when he could see you swinging in the air. 

‘Y/N!’, Levi could see another Titan falling onto the ground. You were panting, holding your hand on your ribs. The wounds of all those years ago never fully healed, you could never fight long without any pain. ‘Where are Sasha and Amara?’, Connie looked around. ‘I-I told her to keep Amara safe, w-we couldn’t’, you closed your eyes, trying to repress the flashbacks of you laying under the debris of stones with Amara underneath you. ‘Kid?’, Levi quickly grabbed your hand, ‘It’s fine, the others are here. You don’t have to worry anymore’. ‘Connie, go find them’, Levi ordered him, ‘We’ll stay here, Levi looked at you in concern, ‘She’s having an episode again’.Connie nodded while launching himself in the air again.

Ever since you almost died all those years ago, you suffered from ‘episodes’, as Hange liked to call them. When you were having one, you could no longer distinguish reality from memories. Causing you to scream, or cry in fear, calling out for Amara, wondering if she was alright. Throughout the years, Levi had found ways to calm you down, to pull you back into reality.

‘Kid, look at me’, Levi placed both of his hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. ‘You’re fine. Connie’s getting Amara and Sasha, and then we’ll head back home. The rest of the Corps is taking care of the other Titans’. You tried to control your breathing, to suppress the memories, ‘O-okay’, you sobbed. ‘Everything’s fine’, Levi pulled you closer to him, placing his hand on the back of your head while holding you tightly around your waist. 

‘Levi, Y/N!’, Hange’s voice filled the air, ‘I’m so glad you’re fine’. ‘Hange’, Levi looked at her, ‘Have you seen Connie?’. Hange shook her head. ‘Tch’, he’s gone for a while now’, Levi started to get worried. ‘Amara!’, you widened your eyes, the thought of her being in danger shook you immediately out of your fear. 

You started running towards the basement you last saw them, Levi followed you. 

‘Connie! Sasha!’, you desperately yelled. ‘Mama!’, you could hear Amara’s fragile voice. ‘Where are you?’, Levi yelled back, ‘H-here, please help us’, you could hear the distress in Amara’s voice. 

You quickly headed towards the sound of Amara’s voice. You let your blades fall onto the ground when you saw what was going on. Amara was sitting down on her hands and knees, her tiny hands were completely covered in blood. Connie was hovering over Sasha, he was trembling, unable to speak. You could see he was calling out for Sasha, that he was trying his best to keep his composure. 

‘A-are you alright honey?’, you tried to sound strong, to make sure Amara wouldn’t get more worried. She nodded while crying uncontrollably. ‘Why don’t you tell mama what happened, huh?’, you kept looking at Sasha while slowly walking towards them, signaling Levi to go check with Connie. Levi had a cold expression on his face, you knew he was preparing himself for the worst. 

Levi sat down next to Connie, hand placed on Connie’s back. You headed over to Amara, carefully sitting on your knees in front of her. 

‘What happened, sweety?’, you gently turned her face towards you. ‘S-sasha’, Amara’s expression broke your heart. She wasn’t supposed to see anything like this, she wasn’t supposed to know how cruel the world could be. ‘S-she-‘, ‘It’s alright honey’, you sweetly smiled at her, ‘Take your time’. 

Levi was picking Sasha up from the ground, and Connie was desperately crying out her name. 

‘The building… It collapsed, and sh-she pushed me to the side, b-but th-then, the stones th-they crushed her, and I couldn’t help her’, Amara was looking at the ground in shock, her tiny nails digging in her skirt. ‘You’ve been so brave honey’, you slowly placed a hand on her shoulder, ‘You’re alright now. Sasha will be fine too’, you could hear Levi and Connie launching themselves into the air. ‘We’re going home, okay?’, you softly brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. 

--- 

Connie was sitting next to Sasha’s bed. You were standing in the door frame with Levi, looking at the two of them. 

‘I’m so glad she’ll be fine’, you whispered at Levi. ‘Ai’, Levi looked at Sasha, ‘She would’ve protected Amara with her life’, his voice sounded rough. ‘That’s why I told Sasha to leave… I thought I could keep them safe that way b-‘, your voice broke. ‘They’ll be fine’, Levi placed a kiss on your head. 

--- 

Several weeks passed, and Sasha was almost recovered. You were sitting in your room with Levi and Amara. After everything that happened, Amara had become too mature for her age. She wasn’t playful like she used to be. It pained you that she had to go through this. You could understand why Levi told you all those years ago that this world was too cruel to raise a child. 

‘Amara?’, you softly whispered, ‘I still haven’t given you your present’, you slowly got up. Levi tilted his head in surprise. 

You walked to your nightstand, carefully grabbing the tiny box. 

‘Here’, you gave her the box, ‘Promise me you’ll be careful with it’. ‘Thank you’, she whispered while gently grabbing the box. You could see Levi widen his eyes when she opened the box. ‘I-is that from Uncle Erwin?’, Amara whispered with wide eyes.

You had taken the green pendant Erwin wore around his chest and headed towards a jeweler in the city, asking him to make it into a necklace. 

‘It is’, you smiled, ‘That way, he’ll always be with you, giving you strength when you need it’. Levi closed his eyes, you could see he was fighting back his tears. Amara clenched her jaw, ‘Thank you’, she cried out before swinging her arms around your neck. 'And what do you think about Mama and Papa getting married?', you smiled while looking at Levi. 

[mutigold]

∞ for dessert — woosan.

summary: in which mommy and daddy come home to find their baby boy doing something naughty.

pairing: daddy!san x mommy!poc!reader x babyboy!wooyoung

genre: smutty smut

warning: daddy kink, mommy kink, hard dom!san, soft switch!reader, sub!wooyoung, food play, rimming, fingering, spanking, degrading, oral receiving [f. & m.], anal, sex toy, spit kink, choking, boyxboy, edging, face slapping, hair pulling, breast feeding kink, crying, aftercare.

word count: 1.8k

author’s note: heyy! i hope you enjoy this little segment! please support and give me some feedback cuz idk if i did this right for my first time 🥺 but i love you regardless 🤍

“honey! we’re home!”

you and san just got back from your first dinner without your babyboy, wooyoung. he had announced that he didn’t feel too well and decided not to go out; ushering you two to have fun without him.

so, you indeed that. san introduced you to a new korean restaurant where you could see the pretty, bright lights upon the city. you ate some tasty pork, siding it with white rice, and drank soju while chatting up with your first lover.

though, it felt weird without the baby of the trio.

before leaving the traditional establishment; you and san determined to be good partners, ordered wooyoung some vanilla ice-cream for dessert. “baby! we brought you something!” you yelled trying to get your second boyfriend’s attention.

“wooyoung?” san questioned.

you turned to san trying to figure out the situation, but he seemed confused as you. “let’s go check up on him. he still might not be feeling okay.”

when he agreed, you two proceeded to go up to your wooden stairs and near the main bedroom. though the closer you two got, the more vibrations became detected. the sounds of wooyoung’s pathetic and beautiful moans spread throughout the hallway.

“ugh, the nerve of this boy..” you croaked listening to the calls of both you and san’s names.

san looked you from the corner of his eye and replied, “you know we gotta punish him right?”

you sighed understanding he was right. the last time wooyoung pulled a stunt like this, you let him off like the soft dom you were. but this time, san was here to witness his doing; and you definitely didn’t want to defy him.

“let me go grab the ice-cream..”

opening the bedroom door, you spot wooyoung on the king-sized bed rubbing his cock and thrusting a small, pink buzzing toy in his hole. “o–oh fuck! mommy! oh, daddy! faster!”

you bit your bottom lip and felt your lace underwear become damp noticing that the sex toy was from your drawer. then, your eyes drew down to view wooyoung’s tight rectum clenching with every push. “yes! that feels so good! i–i think i’m gonna come!”

“oh honey, that wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do.”

wooyoung immediately stops hearing your stern tone. he jumps up from his initial position and hides the vibrator behind his back. “h–hi, mommy.” he mummers.

you sighed exploring different emotions due to his actions; “now babyboy. what were you just doing, and don’t lie to mommy.”

“i–i don’t know what you're talking about mommy.”

a sadistic smile creeps upon your face knowing san was literally gonna fuck his shit up. “babyboy, you don’t know what you just started,” you say as san walks into the door with the cold, creamy dessert.

wooyoung’s bunny-like orbs bounce to san’s shivering frame and waters with tears. “no! no! i’m sorry mommy! i won’t do it again! i promise!”

you walk toward your naked boyfriend and grasp his smooth chin shaking it. “no can do baby, i gave you a chance to explain yourself and now you have to suffer the consequences.” wooyoung’s lip quivers at your statement and looks at san again with fear.

straightening up your posture, you turn to the dominant male and vocalize, “do you wanna start or shall i?”

“i think you should. he’s not getting babied this time.”

sitting down on the bed; you pull wooyoung toward you, signaling for him to come across your lap. “how many should i give you babyboy? fifteen? maybe ten? i think ten is a good number–”

you sensed his cock twitch in excitement on your leg cutting your sentence off. “–and you better count or we’re starting over.”

slap

“one.”

slap

“two.”

slap

“t-three.”

san’s presence appeared behind you as wooyoung cutely whimpered the numbers. “look at that pretty ass turning red.”

slap

“what did i say babyboy, keep counting.”

“i–i’m sorry! four.”

slap

slap

slap

“eight, nine..”

your hand tingles with anticipation at the last spank. “come on, one more.”

“ah! ten!”

you flipped him over caressing his flushed bottom and kissing his wet cheeks. “aww, you did so good baby! but it isn’t over yet.” wooyoung’s blurry eyes look up to notice san licking his lips sadistically.

he roughly grabs his chin, bringing him towards his face. “listen to me, you little brat. y/n may be all nice and sweet to you, but this is the last time you act out. especially when we were so worried about your health; and you lied.”

“i-i’m sorry daddy!”

“yeah, you’ll be sorry alright.” he releases wooyoung and unbuttons his black, formal pants. “come suck on my cock.”

wooyoung quickly grips his monster cock, licking him from the base to his pre-cum covered tip. san’s nostrils flared up at wooyoung’s bratty actions, pulled the strands from his head, and slapped his face. “do. not. play. with me. either you suck my cock or you don’t get to come tonight.”

and with that, san begins to get sucked on. wooyoung deep-throats the cock; saliva dripping. “look at you taking down that big cock. you look so pretty babyboy.” you moan looking at your boyfriends play in front of you.

wanting in on that play, you rub on wooyoung’s ass as an idea pops into your head. “arch your back and spread your legs for me, honey,” you say picking up the melted ice-cream.

and he does just that still engulfing on san. you drop a pint of spit along with some of the dessert on your baby’s puckered star, rubbing your thighs for pleasure. then you lower yourself, licking inside of wooyoung’s ass.

“oh my god! mommy!” he suddenly shouts in pleasure. you began to french kiss his anus tasting the sweetness; trying to find that special spot inside of him. “keep sucking daddy’s cock baby.”

san groans deeply at your seductive voice and wooyoung’s moaning around his cock. “that’s it babyboy. should i let you come tonight? maybe we’ll make you apologize with come in your mouth first. then maybe your dumb self would get it after that.”

wooyoung rubs himself on the bed with every insult san makes and every thrust your tongue moves. “oh, i think he likes that daddy. don’t you baby?”

“mmm!”

switching it up, you stop rimming him, making sure to lick up all the cream, and stick three fingers up his ass making him whine. “shhh, baby. i’m just prepping you for daddy’s cock, okay? how about this; if you come up with a good apology for daddy and me, i’ll let you fuck me while he fucks you. how about it?”

he moans in agreement as san fills his mouth up with come. “good fucking boy making me come. come on, give us that apology.”

taking his cum-filled entrance off, he gibbers with, “i’m sorry! i swear i’ll never do it again! i swear this time, mommy, daddy! i’ll do whatever you want, please fuck me!”

you looked up at your other boyfriend once again trying to view his expression. if you were in charge at this moment, you would have accepted his apology; however, it was san that was in control and he was always unpredictable.

“what do you think san? was it a good enough apology?” you asked.

“mhmm... i think it was. turn over so i can stick my cock deep inside you while you eat mommy’s pussy out. then you can fuck her; i like that plan more, don’t you?”

“yes daddy, thank you so much!”

wooyoung turns over so you can sit on his face while san can fuck him. “let me taste your pussy, mommy.” listening to his command, you sit on his warm organ feeling him suck on your clit. “ohhh, baby..”

meanwhile, the dominant male pounds wooyoung’s ass hitting his prostate and making him gasp into your channel. “ah! yes, baby! suck my fucking clit! such a good boy for mommy..” with all your moaning, you didn’t even notice your eyes closing.

but when you opened them, they spot the small, pink sex toy at the corner of the bed. you grabbed it, turned it on, and placed it on the nerve tingling with pleasure. “yessss! stick your tongue me, baby! you’re about to make come! ah!”

creaming, your thighs shake from the sudden desire. you get off of wooyoung’s face, licking and kissing his wet face covered with your essence. “oh, you did mommy so good babyboy. are you ready for me to ride you?”

he whines in agreement as san pulls out of him; setting him up over by the headboard while being under him. “okay baby, i’m gonna ride your cock now.”

both you and san begin to push on him, giving him double the pleasure. “oh my god! i love you guys! i love you so fucking much!” he cries tears dripping down his sweaty face. you drop on him while the other boyfriend thrusts into him hitting his prostate again.

“please! please!”

the feeling of your clenched pussy around him and san’s large cock pushing into him began to make him go crazy. “i–i think i about to come! i’m about to come!”

you bring your small hand up to choke wooyoung’s slender tanned neck, demanding, “uh-uh, you don’t get to come before mommy and daddy honey. ah! come on baby, make us come.”

“oh, mommy! daddy! please come!”

grabbing more of the leftover melting ice-cream, you pour it along your chocolate breasts. “be quiet and suck mommy’s nipples, babyboy. it’ll keep your bratty ass close.” san huffed out still pounding wooyoung’s prostate.

so, that’s what he did. like a baby, the submissive male licked and sucked the sweet cream that was on your nipples. “ooo! you like mama’s milk, don’t you baby.” he moaned nevertheless fuzzing with overall pleasure.

“fuck, i’m about to come in your ass.”

hearing that, made you climb over the edge and come around wooyoung’s twitching cock. “oh! fuck! you’re making me come, baby!”

“shit me too, come with us babyboy. you have five seconds. one–”

not even a second later, wooyoung explodes inside of your cunt, painting your insides white. “ugh! thank you so much! i’ll never do it again!”

after coming down from all the sensory overload, you and san take the time to clean up and do some aftercare with wooyoung. “you did so good baby. i’m so proud of you. but why didn’t you tell us you were sexually frustrated?” you sweetly asked.

“i didn’t want to be a bother. i learned my lesson, i’m sorry.”

san kisses his cheek; replying with, “we don’t ever want you to feel like that. you’re also apart of this relationship, wooyoung. next time, just talk to us.”

“m’kay. i love you” he coos.

you giggled, also kissing his sweaty cheek. “we love you more, babyboy.”

“question, where’d that ice-cream come from?”

“oh! that was for the dessert.”

[pasteljeon]

core pride (m)

❥ summary: ot7 where you’re rich and lonely so you adopt 7 hybrids. chaos ensues.

❥ genre: hybrid au, wolf!namjoon, tuxedo cat!yoongi, golden retriever!hoseok, tiger!taehyung, calico cat!jimin, bunny!jungkook, honey bear!jin

❥ warnings: brief description of assault/violence, panty sniffing, sub jimin, sub jungkook, ur once again the meat in the jikook sammich, bathtub sex, lotta angst, some fluff

❥ length: 6.6k

❥ notes: tis my first ever attempt at a hybrid au. please be kind :( let me know what you think <3

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Winter, Year 20XX

The car beeps quietly, the sound piercing the stillness of the night as you glance up, watching as the powdered flakes flutter silently onto your coat. They sparkle in the muted glow of the streetlamp, soaking your hair and tickling your eyelashes.

Snow crunches beneath your boots, your steps freshly printed upon a new layer as you make your way to the door.

It is pointless to try and enter without perforating the peace. There are no lights on, but that is only because they do not need the artificial shine to recognize your silhouette. The sound of the tires pulling into the driveway, the slow beat of your heart, the steady rising and falling of your chest, the smell of damp clothing, the sweet touch of your shampoo and something indescribably you. They know it is you.

“Noona!” The faint, rapid thumping fades as his strong arms wrap around you, ignoring your muffled protests and burying his face in the crook of your neck. Another pair of arms circle your waist, a shiver whispering through your body at the feel of soft lips against the top of your ear.

“Hello, boys,” you sigh, the weariness weighing heavily on your limbs as you sink into their embrace. “You’re getting yourselves wet …”

“We missed you,” the one behind you disregards your weak attempt at chastising them, tail curling around your arm as he scatters featherlight kisses onto your jaw.

Jungkook says nothing, hands fumbling with the belt of your thick coat. He helps you shrug it off, hanging it on the side to dry.

One hand in each, they lead you to the master bathroom, carefully guiding you in the absence of light. As you pass the living room, you notice another body peeking from the corner.

Slitted eyes linger in the pressing darkness, raking over you once, and disappearing on your next blink.

The candles flicker, the lavender scent soothing and casting a warm yellowed glow to the room and you stop to touch Jungkook’s cheek. He exhales shakily, nuzzling your hand. One ear droops, covering the left side of his face, as if to hide his insecurity.

Jimin walks forward respectfully, twisting the knob to adjust the temperature until it is deemed appropriate and waits, perched on the porcelain, for the tub to fill, before dropping a rose bath bomb into it.

“Oh, bunny,” you murmur, watching sadly as he sniffles. Jungkook scrubs his eyes furiously, almost angry at his uncharacteristic show of emotion.

His body sags, arms clutching your waist tightly as he kisses you back hard, tasting salt and copper.

“Sorry,” he whispers, forehead pressed against yours. He dips his head to suckle the bite on your lower lip, running his tongue over it lovingly.

“Take off your shirt,” you say in response. He obeys, lifting his arms as his shirt comes off, fluttering to the ground. He arches at the feel of your hands running down his front. The deep ridges of his stomach are thrown in sharp relief in the shadowed light. This is what he has been working on, you realize, as your fingers dig into the defined v-lines that dip into his sweats. Jungkook whines at the pressure, body jerking as he staggers onto you. His skin is hot, and a shudder ripples down his spine when your palm meets his pectoral to steady him.

“Get in the tub, baby,” you say. Jungkook moves as if underwater, lethargic in the heat that knots his stomach. He kicks his sweats off, nothing underneath, and sinks into the hot water with a lewd groan.

“Kitten.”

Jimin rises at the sound of your voice, shirt gone in the next instant as he sinks to his knees before you. His gaze is reverent, tender, his touch gentle but firm as he strips you slowly. Covering every inch of bare skin revealed with his lips as he unbuttons your blouse, unclips your bra and unzips your skirt. His nose presses against your panties, inhaling deeply as his tongue flicks out to scent your core. The sight is obscene, so dirty it is enough to make you blush, if you were new to Jimin’s obsession with your taste.

“Smell so good,” he pants, suckling your clit through the soaked fabric. The bulge in his boxers is mouth-watering, and you can already feel the weight of his cock pressed against your tongue. His tail twines your ankle, and you stifle a moan at his feverish licks.

“In the tub, love,” you say softly, tugging at his black locks. Jimin mews and nods, shoving his briefs off before settling in the water next to Jungkook. They watch with hungry gazes as you step out of your panties and sink into the bath leisurely.

They wait, unmoving and hardly breathing, as you close your eyes, body loosening as the heat soaks into your sore muscles.

When the ache lessens, you stand, the water line edging just below your breasts, them greedily consuming the sight of the droplets sliding down your shoulder blades and perked nipples as you make your way to him.

Jungkook watches with half-lidded eyes, expression dazed and thoroughly fucked out already despite the minimal stimulation thus far. Your bunny, so easily tamed and pleased, with a sex drive so intense you could scarcely surface for a moment’s rest.

“Nnng,” he gasps when you flatten your palms to his pecs, raking your nails over his nubs. His chest pushes out to seek your punishing touch despite his furrowed eyebrows and cherry-bitten lips as if unable to decide if the stimulus was welcomed or not.

His cock, still impossibly hard, nudges your entrance from below the water. Jungkook has the audacity to blush when he feels it. “I—I’m—mmf,” his apology is swallowed by your kiss, his eyes rolling back as he keens into your mouth.

An arm snakes around to cup your right breast, thumbing your nipple. “Ahh,” Jimin hisses, biting back a needy whimper when you grip his cock.

He presses himself against you, the heat of him bleeding into your back. “My pain slut,” you coo as you release Jungkook. The bunny hybrid slumps back, lips slick with drool as he grinds desperately against you, gaze unfocused.

Your collective sounds echo delightfully in the wide expanse of the room, water splashing over the edges of the tub as the movement of their hips push waves swelling over the surface. They cannot resist the innate urge to brand evidence of their devotion onto your skin, the marks blooming and scattering like the wind over your thighs, stomach, and neck. Between two hard, hot bodies, they grip you with strong arms and you throw your head back, a faltering gasp caught in your throat as Jungkook ducks his head, dark locks plastered to his forehead, to sear a new constellation on your collarbones. Jimin’s sharp teeth are coaxing another violet flower to bloom across your jugular.

Your legs tremble when you finish, exhaustion seeping deep into your bones. The two seem to exchange silent conversation, and Jimin sets you down gingerly before allowing Jungkook to scoop you up. He steps out of the bath, the water a quarter of its initial level.

You open your mouth to protest, but Jimin kisses the pad of your finger. “It’s okay, noona, I’ve got it.”

Jungkook carefully helps you into the shower, the tiles cool against your burning skin. You lean heavily against him, smiling as he rubs your nose with his affectionately. Reaching for the shampoo, he works up a gentle lather, massaging your scalp soothingly. You sigh blissfully, closing your eyes briefly before stretching for the soap, running it over his abdomen.

The frosted glass opens quietly as Jimin steps inside, having finished draining the water. Jungkook rinses your hair, and you turn to Jimin to drizzle some on his while the younger scrubs at his curls. A faint thumping sound can be heard again when you rub Jungkook’s ears. He flushes hotly at your soft giggle.

By the time you are all finally clean and properly bathed, you are feeling slightly more refreshed and awake.

“Thank you. My good boys,” you whisper, kissing the crown of their heads. You smooth over their fringes, smiling fondly down at them. They are sharing the same room tonight, too tired to fight over who would warm your bed. Jimin purrs sleepily, and Jungkook merely blinks up at you tiredly, doe eyes soft and sweet.

“Sweet dreams.”

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“Hey. Sorry I’m so late.” He stirs at the sound of your voice, hushed and melodic, eyes remaining closed even as his ear flicks. The mattress sinks slightly under the added weight.

“They were really worried,” he rumbles, raspy from the drag of sleep. “I know.” You stroke his hair, and he chuffs happily, melting. It has been three months already, and yet you have made little progress with some, while others still suffer from severe anxiety whenever you were away for too long. With your chosen field of study, that adjustment was difficult. Today has likely been one of the worst. You know because you are almost six hours late, and there is a stratum of palpable tension that lines the atmosphere of the house, one only slightly weakened by the physical announcement of your return.

“Tell us next time,” Taehyung murmurs, tail winding around your bicep. “Please. They were almost beside themselves. It took hours to calm them down. I worry about you.”

“I will. I’m sorry.” He accepts your chaste kiss as an apology, fatigued as he is. He is already drifting off, hugging the pillow close to him as you shut the door quietly behind you.

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Namjoon is on the balcony when you find him. Like his counterpart, he is almost immune to the cold, with only a shirt and shorts. He is gazing at the stars, or what little of it is visible through the smog of the city. His ear twitches when you enter, but he makes no other indication he is aware of your presence.

You draw your shawl closer to your body, moving to stand a few feet apart, knowing he is still wary of you. It has not been easy, this tentative truce. The two of you are still fostering trust. Such a fragile concept, you think. So gruelling a task to establish, yet so easily destroyed.

“I was wondering if I needed to tell the others to pack again.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” you answer, smile crooked. You know he is trying. It is a joke, if you ever heard him utter one.

He finally looks at you. “Okay,” is all he says. His dimples crease, so you know to read between the lines to hear he really means; good.

“Good night, Namjoon.”

“Good night, owner.”

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“I’m glad to see you’re okay.” Seokjin offers you a small smile, the one that makes his cheeks plump up like a loaf of bread.

“Thank you.” He lays back down, still watching you cautiously, as if to ready himself in case you struck. Your heart twinges a little, but there is not much you can do tonight. Tomorrow is a new day. You will try all over again tomorrow.

“We really like it here,” the hybrid blurts suddenly. He coughs, embarrassed, as his honeyed skin reddens. You laugh, the ache softening just a bit.

“I’m happy to hear that.”

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“Don’t. I don’t care. I was just checking if it was burglar or some shit,” the older of the two grumbles without even turning to you. He is a lump in the dark, curled up in the middle of his bed.

Hoseok simply rolls over.

You take a breath. Tomorrow. You will start all over again tomorrow.

Tonight, you just want to sleep.

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“Good morning, noona!”

You smile as the two bound over to kiss either side of your cheek. The mixture of maple syrup, butter and batter must have woken them up, and if they are up, it is likely the other boys are just moments short from trickling in.

“Sleep well?” You place two plates on the table, clearing your laptop and files to the coffee table. One is heaping with pancakes, the other is reasonably stacked.

Jungkook finishes one in a single gulp, and beams. “It’s really good!” You squeeze his hand in gratitude before returning to the stove to finish making the rest just as the boys begin filtering in.

Seokjin, Hoseok and Yoongi take their individual seats at the table patiently with their phones in hand.

“Hi, beautiful.” Taehyung slides an arm around your waist, brushing your locks back as he smiles, kissing you softly.

Namjoon trails in, shuffling toward the fridge as he yawns. “Ah—” He fumbles with the tall glass and you watch in slow motion as it falls and shatters on the tiled flooring of your kitchen.

“Are you okay?” You exclaim, switching off the stove immediately and rushing over. Taehyung stops you from picking up the pieces, grabbing the sweeper as you gesture at the hybrid to step to the side with you.

Namjoon is frowning down at his hand, and upon spotting the cut, Seokjin, miles ahead of you, moves to pull the first aid kit in one of your cupboards instantly. The wound is already spewing a fair amount of blood, and you would have been more concerned had he been a man with solely human DNA.

“This will sting a bit,” you warn, but Namjoon does not even flinch as you gingerly wipe the gash with white alcohol soaked in a cotton ball. You wrap a bandage around it firmly, and tell him not to press on it before it fully heals. He mumbles a thank-you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Yoongi standing.

“Wait, Yoongi!” You call, hiding the hurt that flashes across your face when you see him roll his eyes. 

“What?”

“I have something for you. Please, eat, and I’ll show you.”

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Yoongi trails after you reluctantly as you lead him into the right wing of the mansion. It is scarcely used, furniture mostly curtained off with a thin layer of dust coating the surface of the covers. When they had first moved in, you explained it was because the place was big enough without the extra space. There was nothing interesting within, just more hallways and empty rooms.

It was not entirely true.

“My father always preferred the right wing. There’s more sun here, better views. I spent most of my childhood here,” you begin. Yoongi’s mouth tightens, but he does not protest. It is the first you have spoken about yourself beyond the niceties of your job and how your fortune came to be. He listens attentively, even as his tail swishes agitatedly.

“After they passed, I couldn’t see the place the same. I couldn’t live there anymore. The memories haunted me, I suppose,” you continue. “But out of it all, there is one thing I regretted closing off. I think you might be able to find better use for it.”

There is no door, just an impressive awning that leads into what appears to be a ballroom. Each step muted on the polished floors. You keep this room clean, he realizes with a jolt.

Yoongi skids to a stop, heart fluttering at his throat when his gaze falls upon the clothed bulk in the middle. He could recognize that form anywhere, and his face twists when you pull back the silk fabric. The impact frees a stray piece of hair, the lock falling over his eyes. He makes no move to push it back, face paling in horror and anguish.

“Yoongi? Yoongi? Hey, are you okay?” He refocuses to find your worried expression staring at him, your hand shaking his shoulder gently.

Immediately, he jerks his arm out of your hold, baring his teeth as he hisses. “Don’t fucking touch me. I don’t want that shit.” He hurls a venomous look your way, the fur on his tail fluffing out in alarm as he bristles.

“I’m … I’m sorry, I thought—” You are taken aback, hand falling limply to your side as you recoil.

“You thought wrong. You’re better off burning that shit,” Yoongi spits. The anger radiates off him, his ears flattening as he turns on his heel and stalks out.

Snapping out of your stunned daze, you hurry behind him, struggling to catch up, but he has always been lithe and quick on his feet. Yoongi storms through the living room toward his room, startling the boys still loitering in the area when he slams the door loudly. Hoseok gets up immediately and races after him.

They all swivel their attention to you when you arrive moments later, and your expression drops when you realize Yoongi has already disappeared.

“Bogum said he used to play the piano,” you say after a beat, voice small as you stare at your feet. You should be used to the rejection by now, but it still hurts, still makes your heart throb, the disappointment and continual failure swells in your chest like a tumor.

“I have the next three weeks off for the holidays. Let me know if there’s somewhere you’d like to go or something you’d like to buy,” you say flatly, avoiding Jungkook and Jimin’s mirrored concern as you trudge toward your own room.

“___—” You only shake your head, lips pursed. Shame crawls up your spine as you roughly wipe away the tears welling in your eyes. “I’m fine, Tae. I’m just tired. Please wake me at five so I can make dinner.”

Taehyung freezes, hand pausing where it is reaching for you, frown deepening as his heart clinches painfully when he scents the tint of salt in the air.

You shut the door quietly behind you right as your knees give out, collapsing into a heap against the wood. It has been months now, and if anything, your relationship with Yoongi is deteriorating. At some point you think he was starting to tolerate your presence. Hoseok still refuses to so much as acknowledge your existence.

You are just so tired. But Taehyung had begged you, the day you decided to take them in, he had begged you not to give up on them. That they all had personal baggage, trauma enough to drown anyone else. He had asked you to be their lifeline, and you are starting to wonder if you are in over your head after all.

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“I wish you would give her a chance. She’s serious about us, you know.” Yoongi snorts, pulling the covers further over his head. “Go away, Taehyung.”

“She’s the one. I know it.”

“She’s just going to toss us on the streets when she’s had her fun. That’s all they do, these rich, bored humans,” Yoongi mutters. He picks at a frayed strand of the quilt he has been meticulously unravelling.

He hears the tiger hybrid sigh, and Yoongi stretches out, resting his head on his arm as he closes his eyes. “Just … please try. She’s a good person. All she’s ever done is try to help us.”

Yoongi grunts, rolling over.

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You flinch, nearly cutting off your finger, when Yoongi takes a seat next to you after a week of tensed silence. Life had carried on as usual, with the three that seem to genuinely like you, the two that accept you, and the two that abhor you. You wanted to take them skiing at the alps up north, but Hoseok had dug his heels in and practically growled at you when you tried to suggest it. The youngest had looked so crestfallen you pulled him aside and hugged him, promising you’d take him next year instead, with or without his hyung. You would have gone without him this year, except all your friends had left the country for the holidays and you didn’t want to risk asking a stranger.

“You can’t woo me with gifts,” Yoongi coughs. He is looking away, chin propped on a hand.

“I … wasn’t trying to,” you say slowly, returning to your chopping. You pour the vegetables into a bowl, setting it to the side before you move to the stove, drizzling oil onto the pan.

Yoongi turns to watch you, for the first time a little uncertain as to the way you seem to shy away, avoiding his gaze. You seem almost resigned.

“I’m … sorry.” He cringes at the words. They sound too forced, too cold. “I didn’t mean to snap at you. I just … I haven’t played in a long time now.”

You make a noncommittal sound, and Yoongi’s nose twitches at the delicious smell of kimchi stir fry.

“I’d like to maybe … give it another shot. Or something,” he mumbles, rubbing the inside of his wrist absently. It’s one of his anxious ticks.

Your heart leaps, your movements stuttering in surprise. Are you allowed to be hopeful? You want to be.

So you say, “Okay.” And set a bowl before him with a small smile. His lips quirk, head inclining in gratitude.

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It is a bit jarring, the way Yoongi lets you sit next to him on the bench. He does not move away, even as his body stiffens.

He’s … trying. He thinks you don’t notice the way his fingers tremble as they are placed on the keys, the way his tail sways restlessly. His ears are flattened to his head, the mere act of sitting at the piano taking a toll. You don’t need hybrid senses to know he is struggling to keep face.

“Hey. Don’t force yourself,” you say softly, Yoongi’s hand jerking when you hesitate in reaching for him. “I … I’m fine. It’s time, anyway.”

Then, he takes a breath, loosens his shoulders and presses down on the keys.

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It gets a little better. Yoongi takes the days as they come. He rediscovers his love for the instrument, the first he’s ever played. His first love, if he has ever experienced such a concept.

With it come the memories of loss and grief. He cries for a long time the night after his first performance with you. It was cathartic, almost. Like he could be reborn from the ashes of his sorrow, like the awning hole inside of him could begin to heal, finally. And in some ways, it does.

He finds your company reasonable. Comforting, if he had the balls to admit it to himself. You rarely speak when he plays, just listening, and sometimes he catches you with glistening eyes that you hastily scrub away. His pieces are often melancholic. They were angry at first, full of rage and pain, until that too, was swept by the currents of the storm. He was always so exhausted after each session.

Now he has begun composing something new. You would stand, thanking him in that sweet voice of yours, sometimes quivering and other times a mere whisper. You never pitied him, he knew, but your sadness told him it was time to let go of the past.

He ignores Hoseok’s disapproving gaze every time, opting to pat the space next to him. “This one is a duet. Play with me.”

You look so bewildered he stifles a chuckle. “But I don’t know how to play.”

“I’ll teach you. Come.” You do, and he urges you to relax as he guides your fingers over the correct keys for the first line.

He hasn’t played for the other boys yet. For whatever reason, this feels sacred to just the two of you. It’s peaceful. He wants to keep it this way, just for a little while longer.

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“It’s Christmas in three days. Would you guys like to celebrate?”

They look so excited. Even Hoseok glances up from his laptop to consider your proposal. In the background, Seokjin sneezes loudly. You throw his room a sympathetic frown. The eldest hybrid had fallen sick from the snowball fight from two days ago with the maknaes. You’d left his room after feeding him some congee and checking his temperature.

“Great! I’m going to the market for some supplies then. I’m going to pick up some medicine for Jin as well. We can all go pick gifts once he’s better. Would anyone like to come along?” You ask distractedly as you search for your car keys.

Yoongi growls in exasperation when Taehyung nudges him expectantly. Jungkook and Jimin both beam so eagerly the pianist grits his teeth and drawls with great reluctance, “I’ll go.” Namjoon doesn’t protest, only shrugs as if to say do what you want.

You stop in the middle of buttoning your coat in pure shock. He’s been surprising you a lot lately. “Uh … okay, let’s go.”

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Yoongi stares up at the sky, streaks of fuchsia fading rapidly as the evening set in with chilly winds. His ears prick uncomfortably beneath the beanie he sports, unused to the compression. He’s waiting outside the pharmacy, leaning against the brick walls, bags weighing on each arm as people pass, laughing and chatting, without a second glance. Hybrids aren’t gawked at, but those without an owner at their side were held with suspicion and likely a dial to the hybrid protection services (read: hybrid prison). It is illegal to be wandering the streets alone.

Yoongi turns when he hears your familiar footfalls exit the store. Wordlessly, he takes the small brown bag you’re holding. He starts walking toward your next destination before you can object.

“Wait, Yoongi—ah,” you dig for your phone, the ringer making him cringe. He does, moving to the side with an audible sigh. You give him an apologetic look before answering it.

“Oh—hi, Bogum! Yes—yes. Ah, about that—I have a draft written up and I was wondering if you could take a look at it sometime soon. Mmm, I know, but it’s important it’s done as quickly as possible, I need it for when I’m gone,” you’re facing the other way, talking animatedly with the cell resting against your ear as you dig for a pen in your purse. His breath stutters, stomach dropping instantly.

“What is he talking about? What do you mean, when you’re gone?” He says sharply, and you glance up to see him right in front of you, eyes narrowed and teeth bared.

“What?” You ask, putting a hand over the receiver. Yoongi sneers. “I always knew it was too good to be true. I’m done.” He drops the various bags onto the snow, and you shrink back in confusion and fear when he leans in to whisper, “Go fuck yourself. I’ll make sure you never see any of us ever again.”

“Don’t bother coming back. We’ll be long gone by then,” Yoongi tosses over his shoulder as he leaves. He relishes in the way your expression contorts in horror. He’s much, much faster than you, and he knows this market by heart. It’s not far from your house and he can easily beat you by foot.

“Yoongi!” You cry out, but you know it’s useless. Tears blur your vision as you blubber a quiet I have to go, I’ll call you later to Bogum who calls your name worriedly on the other line before pocketing your phone. You kneel, trying to gather all the bags at once. One is crushed at the bottom and you open it gingerly to find a smashed fruit cake oozing out of its packaging. You can still make out a crooked Merry Christmas Eve! scrawled lopsidedly at the edges.

You won’t make it in time. Muffling a sob, you sink to the ground, ignoring the way the snow seeps into your leggings. You really are pathetic.

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“Please! Stop!” You pause, head cocking as you shut your trunk. Were you officially going crazy? Peachy, you scoff inwardly. You wouldn’t be surprised.

“P-please, let me go!” A scream tears across the parking lot. You glance around wildly, and no, you are not crazy because people duck their heads at the sound, whispering to one another as they scurry toward their vehicles. Yoongi is likely already home, and you know he’s smart, careful and capable of caring for himself.

So you grab your phone and a can of pepper spray and head toward the sound. You can’t be like them. You have to be human.

And you think your knees will give out, the pure heartbreak you feel when you round the corner of the street to find a young snake hybrid curled in a fetal position on the ground, three much older, scrawny men circling him, jeering and kicking.

He can easily overpower them, you realize, but he doesn’t want to. If he does, it’s only another reason for HPS to lock him away for good. He would rather suffer this moment than be chained forever. It’s enough to make your lip curl in distaste, fury building at the sheer injustice.

“Hey! Leave him alone,” you shout, marching up to them. The men stop, one squinting at you briefly before bursting into loud guffaws.

“You? What is a little lady like you going to do?” He crows. The last word is caught in his throat as you punch him in the stomach.

“I said, back off!” The other two look at each other, flabbergasted, and the man screams at them to do something as he’s on the floor, clutching his belly in pain. They charge at you, but you only roll your eyes at the added layer of sexism on the list of hell ridden crimes they are already guilty for. You’ve taken many, many lessons as a child, including mixed martial arts.

It can’t even be called a fight. They’re rolled onto the curb in the next heartbeat. You kneel next to the wounded hybrid, who tries to get up. He wobbles, and you coax him into leaning into you for support.

“Thank you, miss,” he croaks. “You didn’t have to, but thank you.” You wipe the blood on his lower lip gingerly. “Where’s your owner?”

“He went to get the car,” he answers softly. You give him a knowing look. He glances away guiltily.

“Yuto? Yuto!” Distinctly, the two of you turn at the sound of a new voice. Headlights sear your eyes for just a moment before someone hurtles out of the driver’s seat. “Holy shit, what happened?” The man cries, clutching at the injured hybrid. Yuto (?) winces, allowing the newcomer to sling an arm over his shoulder.

“I got jumped,” he whispers. “She saved me.” The man looks halfway into tears, reaching over to take your hand. “Thank you so much. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here.”

You accept his gratitude with an awkward smile, patting his hand gently. “You shouldn’t leave him alone on the streets, especially at night.”

“It’s not his fault,” Yuto protests immediately. “I insisted.”

His owner shakes his head furiously. “She’s right. That was stupid of me.” He turns to you again, eyes shining. “Thank you so much. Truly.”

“Not at … all.” Huh? The world suddenly tilts, and you look down at your hands. There’s something dark dripping on your jacket, staining the fabric and you swipe at it lethargically, bringing it close. Oh. It’s blood.

The pain sharpens, and you gasp aloud at the fire spreading through your veins. Your knees do give out this time, and you can finally make out the sounds of a hiss, a piercing scream and someone calling for you before your body drops to the ground with a muted thud.

The last thing you are thinking is how you’d inevitably failed them after all.

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Yoongi shoves his hands in his jacket pockets, the next gust nearly pushing his beanie off his head altogether, and he finds himself wondering if you were cold.

He violently shakes the thought away before opening the door. He sits down to unlace his boots, when Namjoon comes barrelling toward him. The other boys follow in suit; even Seokjin is padding around swaddled in a blanket. He scents the rising panic and anxiety in the house and he straightens instantly, alert.

“Yoongi, where the hell have you been?” Their leader bursts out. Yoongi has never seen the wolf hybrid so frazzled before.

“At the market?” He doesn’t know what kind of answer Namjoon was expecting, but it certainly was not the truth because his face twists in anger.

“Listen, Joon, she’s planning to leave us—” Yoongi goes on, and Jimin steps forward to slap him. The crack of the impact has his head jerking to the side, the sting setting in quickly.

“What. The. Fuck.” He says lowly.

“No. Where the fuck were you?” The typically soft-spoken and sweet hybrid screams. Yoongi stares in shock, flinching at the sound. Hybrid senses were heightened enough to hear the tiniest whispers, and his ears ring at the blow.

“If you mean ___, she’s probably on her way back,” Yoongi answers slowly. “That’s why I left, I found out that—”

“She’s in the hospital, Yoongi.” It’s Taehyung. His voice is hoarse, and he’s standing in a shadowed corner. His tail drags the ground as he moves, bangs hiding his expression.

“What?” The words taste like ash.

“She was stabbed while helping another hybrid,” Jimin seethes. He clutches his wrist, hand throbbing but he can barely feel it. Only registers the adrenaline and fear rushing through him.

“We’re waiting for Luna to come pick us up. She’s ___’s friend.” Jungkook sounds so small, so fragile when he speaks.

Yoongi’s legs buckle and he collapses, unblinking as he gawks at the floor. What did he do?

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“There you are. Take it easy, now.” You groan, eyeballs burning as you pry them open with difficulty. It takes great effort to move your arms, and you stop when you feel a sharp tugging into your inner elbow.

“Fucking IVs,” you croak, and Luna’s smile focuses as she leans down to steady you. “How long was I out for?”

“A few days. It’s Christmas. A miracle, some believers might say.” She presses one of the buttons at the side of your bed, and a nurse appears shortly after.

“Your vitals are good. Doctor will be in momentarily,” the worker says, checking the equipment and making a few markings to your clipboard.

“You scared the shit out of them. You scared the shit out of me,” Luna informs you. Taking a glance around, your room is crowded with vases upon vases of your favourite flowers and several handmade art pieces you know are from Jungkook and Taehyung.

You lean back with a sigh. Your abdomen aches, and you know the scar this time isn’t going to fade.

The doctor walks in before you can reply. He gives you a full diagnosis of your condition and declares visits can start as early as tomorrow morning. Luna leaves with him, kissing your cheek and warning you not to overextend. You can only nod, sinking back into your pillow.

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When you open your eyes again, the clock at the side notifies you it is just past ten.

And sitting by your side is Yoongi, face buried in his hands.

“Oh, Yoongi,” you breathe. He’s visibly shaking, ears flat and tail unmoving.

“I should’ve never left you alone. I’m an idiot. I’m sorry,” he rasps. He chokes on the words, rubbing his eyes furiously. He doesn’t have the right to cry. He pushes the chair away and gets on his knees, ignoring the strangled sound that escapes your throat. His forehead touches the ground and he doesn’t care that the floor is probably gross and full of viruses and bleach and disinfectant and a million other things. “I’m—so—sorry.”

“Yoongi,” your voice breaks.

“No, no,” he looks up, blinking away the tears as he fixes his gaze on you. “Don’t—don’t cry. I’m sorry.”

“Come here, silly kitty,” you whisper. His lower lip trembles and he lets out a sob. It’s loud and ugly and he scrambles to climb onto the bed, carefully weaving through the various cords and he curls up next to your injured side and he stuffs his face in your shoulder and he cries and cries and cries.

He cries until he’s empty and he falls asleep like that, eyes swollen and red, snot running down your hospital sheet, tail twined over your wrist, engulfed in your warmth.

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“My original owner was an old man.” You can barely make out the words, so soft and unsure. He’s speaking into his pudding. Lunch came and went, and you roused him gently, knowing he likely hadn’t properly eaten since the incident.

Hospital food is hardly luxury but it’s food and the poor hybrid had already begun to look malnourished, complexion pale and cheeks sunken in. It was the stress and guilt that ate away at his ability to function.

“I was abandoned on the highway. The runt of the litter, I suppose. I didn’t come from one of those fancy breeding places. I was a bastard child. He found me, digging in his trash.” You stroke his hair, and he finishes the pudding in one bite, setting it down before snuggling back into you.

“He took me in. He was kind, and taught me how to play the piano. He was a retired pianist, and his wife had died the year prior. His son had been in the military. Died the first year out. He taught me to love the piano, to love music. Gave me a light and purpose when I had none. He gave me to the shelter when he passed. I had a lot of pent up anger. I ran away a lot. Didn’t know how to deal with the grief, I guess. He was all I knew. So I started picking fights to work through it, and Bogum would always be the one to drag me back to the shelter. Nursed me back to health every time. He never punished me, and I think the disappointment was what really broke me. I was ready to die. I picked a fight I knew I would never recover from. Hoseok was the one that saved me then.” Yoongi’s wet lashes tickle your jaw.

“Hoseok was also a different man then. He smiled a lot, laughed a lot. He was like sunshine personified. Maybe that’s why I was so drawn to him. He taught me to control my anger. Through him, I met the rest. Jimin taught me to understand it. Namjoon taught me to release it through alternative channels. Like composing. I wrote a lot of songs there. Things were good for a while. Then they came.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “Who—”

“Sorry, but visiting hours are ending.” Yoongi lifts his head to find your nurse smiling at the two of you apologetically. She checks your vitals once more before exiting to give you privacy.

Yoongi untangles himself from you reluctantly, nuzzling your cheek.

“Come back tomorrow, mmkay?” You squeeze his hand.

He nods, unable to meet your gaze even as his own cheeks flush lightly.

“Promise?”

Yoongi shakily takes your hand and kisses your ring finger. This time he does look at you, eyes ringed with gold as he says, “Promise.”

[yinses]

make it a show

| gojo has been away for awhile and now he’s missed … times two |

gojo satoru/reader/geto suguru

rating: 18*

rqst: okay okay why choose between  geto and  gojo? why not just have both?

a/n: why not indeed.

it starts with an i miss you text.

gojo was on another long mission. his reputation often preceded him in the worst ways and popularity drew him across the country- and then some. for two weeks now he’d been in europe trying to clear out an infestation.

he still checked in when he could. sending short texts to probe about your day and shooting tourist pictures to showcase the better parts of his trips. he made sure to send different sets to suguru, giving you both the opportunity to snuggle close and share the crumbs your mutual boyfriend left behind.

its twenty minutes later, after said text, that gojo boasts about the free premium wifi upgrade that had come with his hotel reservation. and less than two minutes go by before he decides what he planned to do with that commodity.

above your head, gojo takes in the scene eagerly from the face of your phone.

“so what are you wearing?”

you make a choked sound somewhere stuck between a laugh and a moan as geto laps firmly at the dampening fabric of your panties. his fingers run along the elastic, cheekily plucking and letting it snap back against your skin with a smack.

undeterred, your other boyfriend mumbles something incomprehensible before latching onto your clit and toys with you through the fabric.

gojo’s bangs fall into his face as he huffs, electric blue eyes darkening with lust. “this isn’t just show and tell, you two. don’t ignore me.”

his whine is cute, you think as your back arches off the bed when geto adds suction to his play through. your gaze darts down when you feel a nibble to the inside of your thigh- a nudge to get those lips moving.

“i-uh… the purple one’s,” you manage. thankfully you’re still wearing them otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to properly reply.

“aw, why couldn’t you have worn the blue ones?”

because you sudden thrust this upon us, you wanted to remind him. nor were you exactly keen on dirting up a new pair just for some quick fun.

“drop your knee to the side, honey. i want to see suguru work.”

you comply, letting the limb framing geto’s head come to rest by his shoulders. it improves your view too, just catching his dark gaze before his head drops back down again. his fingers finally hook on the edge and drag the fabric down your legs and gojo whistles at the sight.

“i don’t know what’s wetter. your pussy or his lips. but i guess its a packaged deal given the circumstances.”

he’s the only one who chuckles at that, as usual.

geto adds fingers, slender limbs sliding through your slick and circle your entrance.

“if you’re going to eat her out properly, let me see too.” he directs his attention to you. “hold the phone up for me, sweetheart. at least do some of the work.”

its snarky enough that you almost don’t want to comply but then geto is pausing and you know its a command to follow. reaching behind, you grasp the device and settle the camera facing just below your navel. as the new sole source of focus, geto raises his head and gives a cheeky little grin.

gojo coos immediately at the sight,” hey, baby. fuck you look beautiful today.”

the frame of the phone obscures your vision a little but you swear you see geto blush at the compliment. how could he not. even in another country, gojo was a smooth man.

“wish i was behind you right now, making you feel as good as you’re making her.”

gojo was always good at this- the phone sex. but he exceeded the expectations whenever he was granted a visual.

“eat her out for me, yeah? fuck, i bet i could taste it.”

the audio picks up on the shifting of clothing as gojo shimminging his pants down his hips to free his cock. he keeps the camera at the perfect angle fit the slow fisting of his cock in the frame

“you’re not in charge here, satoru,” geto murmurs all while lowering his head anyway. his mouth latches back onto your throbbing heat and fits his tongue between your labia. the hands finding purchase at your hips urge you to grind down as the talented muscle flicks up. sparks of pleasure prickles your nerves and you reach around the phone to tug the band free from his bun. before the dark tresses could trickle down against you, you’re there to comb it back.

“fuck- toru .. he feels so good.”

there is a hitch to gojo’s voice, something of a light pant as he responds. “i can see him, honey. he spoils you so good.”

geto’s nose brushes your clit when you rock forward and you cry out at the unexpected friction. he pulls back enough to return his fingers to the slick of your sex, two fingers easily dipping into your core. your hand slides to the back of his skulls as his fingers adopt a rhythm.

gojo seems keen on torturing himself by edging his fingers along the sensitive head without providing the needed friction. the distorted pleasure in his voice sounds like something is caught but you know he’s just staving it off as long as he can. you wonder how flushed his face is right now, but you can’t bring yourself to interrupt geto enough to ask for an update.

“he’s going to fuck you so good, honey. bet you’re loose enough for it.” gojo swallows audibly and you can tell he’s pushed back yet another orgasm. “tell him you’re ready. … please.”

with a simpering plea like that how could you not comply.

the free hand not currently working you towards nirvana, slides up your stomach to cup the weight of your breast. unable to resist, your legs come up to squeeze around the protruding limb, shamelessly rocking against the muscle of his bicep.

“fucking hell, you’re such a dirty girl.”

you can only whine when geto flexes in response, or maybe its because of the fingers finally leaving you. the same wet fingers take the phone from you, leaving a tacky residue behind. the bed shifts as geto rises to his knees, shaking away your hold.

he’s looking at you properly now, mouth free. “i’m waiting on that begging.”

cheeks warm and lips bitten raw, you give his leg one last desperate hump, hoping eager desperation can smooth the way. “please fuck me. make gojo cum,” you add and to your satisfaction the man’s groan rumbles against your stomach.

geto leans over you to drag a free pillow closer. the phone mostly sinks into the plush fabric but he’s able to angle it in just right. from the corner of your eye you can finally see gojo, skin flushed and cock fat and leaking. his hand works in short jerks, thumb darting across the head the way he likes.

geto’s hands pry your legs apart again, but his attention is directed to the phone.” you going to hold out on us all night? this is a mutual exchange,” he teases.

your other boyfriend huffs, but his eyes greedily take in the sight of geto stripping bare. “i think i liked you better when your mouth is full.”

geto doesn’t miss a beat. “you normally do.”

he takes one of your thighs up and hooks it at his hip. geto takes you slowly, making you feel every inch and drag as he parts your folds with his cock. the burn is absent but the stretch persists as you babble. where gojo favored length, geto was graced with width. frankly they were right to call you spoiled, blessed with the best of both worlds.

“is he all the way in, princess?” gojo’s voice is strained as he asks as if he can’t see half of the cock still working its way in.

your tongue is thick and heavy but you manage, whimpers with eager hope the sounds might coax him to go faster. you could only ask, after all, geto rarely took kindly to unsolicited demands. “not yet, but i already feel so full, toru.”

“fuck yeah you do. always such a snug fit. can’t get enough of either of you.”

geto continues to ease himself deeper, confident and calculated, until the base nudges your clit. large hands caress the curve and down to your hip to squeeze the flesh. it marks the steady increase of his pace, hips drawing back nearly all the way before smacking back against you pelvis.

he wasn’t a quiet lover, but he knew when to take advantage of gojo’s presence. his shadow encompasses you as the edge of his teeth drag against your jaw. ”make it pretty for him, bunny,” he coos against the shell of your ear. “make him come home.” is emphasized by a firm thrust that rocks your entire body.

then he’s pulling back to haunches before gojo can complain about the obscured view.

your fingers grasp at the sheets when he thrusts into you at a sharper angle. the hand at your hip goes tighter as he fucks the tremble right out of you. you can still see gojo, teeth worrying his bottom lip as he matches the pace driving into you. able to catch the silent prayer in his gaze, you answer is with a broken whine.

“he’s really giving it to you ... and you’re taking it so well,” his breathing is short, heavy with his impending climax.

“he’s so deep, toru. i feel like there isn’t even room to squeeze him. geto groans when you try, hissing through his teeth as he picks up the pace. you try to maintain eye contact with the distant shaman but he’s not doing a good job either. blue eyes greedily take in everything there is to offer, darting from the jiggle of your breast to the bead of sweat forming on geto’s temple.

everyone’s tipping the edge. you can feel the palpable tension in the air on the brink of snapping.

your vision whites out the moment he starts to spurt, thick strands bringing the arc of his hips to a sloppy grind. the harsh pant against your lips is a brief warning before he swallows your tongue eagerly, groaning the remnants of his release into your mouth.

in your ear, gojo follows the sentiment, breathing heavily. you can imagine the mess he makes of himself, chest white with sticky streaks of cum. he is very much out of breath but chuckles anyway as geto pulls himself free.

“messaged received. i’ll try to get home soon.”

[teabunnypaws]

Welp.

I did it.

What makes it WORSE? The fact that while writing one Hawks x Reader fic, I got distracted and wrote a WHOLE ASS DIFFERENT FIC. I don’t really have a beta reader, so I edited it as best I could and just..be gentle with me yall. This is my first fic in 10 years oof. This is my first time writing in this POV so have mercy haha, I know it gets kinda messy toward the end but hopefully it’s not awful.

Unconditional Love (Hawks x Reader)

Summary: You (bunny themed pro-hero) and Hawks have found balance and understanding in your busy lives. Sometimes the greatest show of love is saying nothing and doing everything.

Word#: 4088

Tags:  fluff, cuddling with no pants, fluff and MORE FLUFF, pet names (honeybun, baby bun, toasty bun), mentions of getting a tan, Hero Reader with Bunny Quirk, (If more tags are needed, just lemme know this is my first time posting like this so oof)

Txt: Baby?

Txt: Loooovebiiiird~

Txt: I miss you 💕

You smiled as you sent the text message, comfortable in bed, your teeth biting softly at the corner of your lip. Your long ears gave a small flick as you basked in the cool of the bedroom. It was lit only with dim fairy lights, the sound of the standing fan nearby rumbling through the air, soothing you further as you cuddled up in your sleep shirt. It had been a long day, and you had just gotten back from a grueling two week deployment. Your shoulders hurt, your calves were killing you...which was saying something considering your quirk.

Unlike Rumi, you were built for speed rather than punishing power...but there were days where even you were pushed to your limits and this had been one of them. After a quick small meal and a hot shower, you could finally unwind for the weekend, a gentle smile on your face as you glanced over to Keigo's pillow next to you. 

You had come home with your heavy duffel on your shoulder to be met by a bright eyed and apologetic Keigo in the doorway. He helped it off your shoulder and peppered you in kisses as he gathered you to him, fully decked out in his hero gear, visor pushed up into his hair.

You basked in the warmth of his body around you, the softness of his wings as they brushed against the part of your back exposed by your costume. The sensation of their silkiness against your skin made you shiver a bit, your tail giving a small wiggle of delight. His hands were also so warm, soft in pliant leather that rested on your hips, fingertips brushing softly inward as though he wanted to pet your tail. It was one of your favorite things about him, how he always savored you like that.

"Sorry honeybun, I gotta fly. Duty calls y'know? He had murmured against your lips, his eyes worried and gentle as he regarded you. But instead of what he had seen before with others who had been in his arms, the hurt and sadness, your eyes met his with a gaze that held one thing that never failed to take his breath away: understanding. Your hands slid up to cup his cheeks, pulling him down for a kiss, your lips met softly, sweetly. 

His eyes fluttered closed and his shoulders relaxed, arms and wings tightening about you just a moment as he soaked you in. A soft sigh pulled from you both as you parted, a small smirk curling your lips as you reached up and carefully pulled his visor down settling it in place. 

"Stay safe out there hotshot."

The smile that lit up his face rivaled the sun and his wings ruffled in his joy. "You got it baby bun." He gave you a playful wink and that trademark beautiful smile "I'll be back soon~" and out he had gone, leaving you to unpack and settle in.

You weren't expecting a reply right away, As Keigo or rather..Hawks, tended to be busy with his patrol. Not that you minded. Both of you were pro heroes and even though you were nowhere near as busy as he was, there were times where you both had to bid each other goodbye for the sake of duty.

Sometimes weeks at a time.

You didn't bother to tell him where you were when you had to leave. He *knew* where you were thanks to the feather you wore around your neck pressing to your skin. Not only did it let him know where you were but, it gave Hawks the feeling of your resting heartbeat, the hum of happiness in your chest as he began to reply. 

It was a bond unlike most had ever seen. The two of you tied at the hip, but at the same time, never impeding the work the other did...even if it meant being apart for long stints.

Apart, but never alone~

Your eyes sparkled when you saw his reply: 

Lovebird: I miss you too baby bun~

Txt: Come cuddle me?

There was a pause then...a rather long one. One long enough for you to pull up your emails and flip through before his message popped up on the top of your screen.

Lovebird: I'll be there as soon as I'm done ok? Keep the bed warm for me~

Txt: Fiiiiiine~

And you of course attached a picture of yourself pouting in the low light of the room. Your hair strewn softly about your pillows, ears lowered and bottom lip poked out. To put the cherry on top you were wearing your favorite sleep shirt: an oversized Hawks merchandise shirt the same color as his wings of course; the feather keepsake he gave you resting on its chain and settled about your heart.

There was no text message as a reply, the feather giving all the answer you needed. It shifted and moved to brush against the curve of your cheek and you smiled, gathering it to your lips and murmuring softly against the vane. "Love you…" Your eyes closed, the gentle fluffiness brushing against your lips, and you could almost feel his thumb against them.

It would be a good five hours before you heard the slight rustle of the balcony window and the familiar sound of your boyfriend clambering through. You shifted, rolling over and regarding him in the low light of the room as he stood, looking over to you with gentle loving eyes.

"Hey (y/n), I'm home honeybun…" His voice was still cheerful, relieved to be home but low with his exhaustion. He didn't look too worse for wear, no huge chunks of missing feathers or anything like that, but that tiredness hung heavy on his frame like a wet coat.

"Welcome home…" you replied, shifting on your side to watch him with a small sleepy blink. Hawks sighed, giving a small smile before pulling his visor off and placing it on the bedside table, his work phone was tugged from his pocket, plugged in and plopped next to it haphazardly.

His boots and socks were the next to go, the crimson winged hero too tired to put any sort of effort into stripping out of his work clothes in any sort of sexy manner, but to you? 

He was gorgeous.

The slight flex of his shoulders as he hovered his feathers out of the way to wriggle his coat off was downright sinful, your eyes watching as he dropped it on the floor. The next off was his shirt, tugged off over his head, yet another tired sigh coming as he let it join his coat. One hand coming to smooth his hair back as sharp teeth found the end of one gloved fingertip biting and pulling the leather to remove it and let it drop, soon to be joined by its mate on the ever growing pile. The buckle of his pants came undone and you would have offered to help him with that if he didn't look so drained. Plus...you were still tired and sore yourself.

And just like that...Hawks was gone. Shed and discarded on the floor and put aside for the time being.

Left in his boxers, Keigo flopped face down onto the bed with a fluff of red as his feathers settled back into place. He pushed an exhausted groan into his pillow, not noticing that his dramatic belly flop had made you bounce slightly.

"Hey, we just got this mattress..don't go breaking it just yet." You teased.

"Baby bun..if I wasn't so exhausted I'd show you how I'd really break this mattress and you know it." Came the smothered reply and he laughed softly, gently rolling over to face you with his arms out. "C'mere…" his eyes were honeyed amber, warm and so inviting, even in the low light of the room.

It took less than a second for you to slot yourself firmly between those strong arms, nosing under his jawline while Keigo buried his face in your hair and took a deep breath. One wing draped over you, dropping you both into relative darkness and you hummed in contentment. His exhaling sigh came with slacked shoulders, his hand rubbing quick circles in the small of your back, just above your tail.

You pressed a smile to his neck and murmured softly "Slower please?" Your hand slid up his back in a lazy methodical way as a demonstration. "Like that?" You asked, loving the way his muscles felt below your touch. It was like a musician destringing an overtaut violin bow, another sigh heaved from his frame and he hummed lowly as he seemed to revel in being asked to relax his quickened pace.

"Sure thing babe….whatever you want.." he murmured, his hand shifting to a slow easy pace. Keigo smiled as he trailed his fingertips up and down your back, admiring the lines of your frame, and the softness of your skin under his merchandise. "Y'know...I love seeing you in that...wearin’ my colors...my name on you.." He said softly. "Looks even better on you than before…."

"Oh yeah? Why's that hm?" You asked, nosing gently under his jawline. Your nose twitched as an unfamiliar cologne hit it...a smell that you weren't used to being on him, but nonetheless it was sublime. Woodsy and warm, slightly sweet and undeniably Keigo.

"Probably because you're so tan now...heh, I knew you said you were running around outside a lot and you weren't kidding." He leaned back and grinned at you. "My little toasty bun,  I'm gonna eat you all up~" Keigo growled playfully, biting gently along your shoulder in a few places with a soft noise in the back of his throat.

"Ah! Keigo~" you squealed and squirmed, laughing against his neck. "Yeah I'm a toasty bun, and you smell nice. New cologne?" You asked, nuzzling eagerly back into the crook of his neck. Hm..no not there..

A slight tip of your face where you could feel the soft brush of his facial hair against the bridge of your nose, the smell much stronger there. You hummed your delight, rubbing back and forth, the slight scratch of his hair soothing you, allowing your ears to tip back.

"Nah, new face wash. Rumi got it for me..I wasn't sure if I liked it, but if it gets *this* reaction, I think I might just have a winner on my hands." He said with a playful waggle of his brows, earning a laugh from you against his neck.

"Yeah I'd say so." You hummed, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, settling your foreheads together. You simply paused there...soaking it all in, his presence, the softness of his breath against your lips, the feel of those cool slightly calloused hands brushing against your skin and hiking the back of your shirt as they went.

"Lovebird?"

"Hm?" Keigo replied, peeling open one eye to regard you with a small smile. "What's up (y/n)?"

"I love you." You said softly, giving a small peck of your lips to his, earning yourself a grin. As he began to open his mouth to reply, your own grin flicked over your face as you began your assault. 

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.." Again and again, you murmured the phrase, each time punctuating it with a small quick kiss on a different part of his face. You could feel his shoulders shake with laughter, his head tipping to try and return the assault, but at the moment, you had him on the ropes.

All he could do was accept your love and laugh as again and again, it was peppered into his skin with gentle affection and insistent whispers. "I love you. I love you. I love youuuu~" You cooed, the last one given with a veritable rain of kisses leaning up over him, pausing to linger the last one at his lips, allowing you to look into his eyes.

So beautiful they were...like melted honey as they met your own. His breaths came in soft little puffs, quickly warming hands settled against you and he chuckled. "Well that was quite a statement. Allow me to retort~" A wicked grin crossed his face and he used a bit of leverage to roll you halfway under him, not being able to hold back a laugh as your squeal of delight filled the air.

His kisses had no words, but none were needed as he peppered them all over your face and neck, your hands clutching about his neck and shoulders as giggles pulled from you nonstop.

Oh that sound.

That beautiful...beautiful sound. All for him. One of the few reasons why this hero gig was worth it; to come home and settle next to you. What made it even better was that he could feel it. Every rippling vibration seeping into him through the feather you wore and he pushed up on his hands, looking down at you. 

All the genuine joy, all the happiness, it was for him, caused by him. Keigo...not Hawks...this precious adoration reserved for who he was...and not who he allowed others to see him as.

It nearly brought him to tears.

You took a moment to breathe, your giggles dying down, tiny tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you looked up at him with sheer adoration in your gaze. Your hair was messy and spread over the pillow below you, your hands slipping off him to rest gently against the mattress. 

Your shirt had shifted during the assault, slipping slightly down one shoulder, bearing the soft plane of skin to him and the sight of you made his heart ache in the best way. A sweet twisting fullness that left him nearly breathless as he watched you, his wings relaxing softly along with his shoulders. 

Confused at his unusual silence, you looked up at him, giving a small quirk of a shy smile, feeling your cheeks warm. “What?” You asked, your voice soft and flustered. “Keigooo….What?” You insisted when your initial question got no reply, but instead a warm, loving smile.

"You're beautiful babybun...y'know that?" Keigo murmured, the feather around your neck lifting to trail its tip against your lips. "And it's a goddamn shame I'm so fucking exhausted." He laughed breathlessly, his eyes low and hungry in the dim light. A playful smile curled your lips at that and you pressed a kiss to the tip of his feather.

"That makes it a double shame then because trust me hot shot, you’re not the only one who’s dead on their feet. Soooo to me, that means we just have to get some sleep and who knows~" You grinned up at him then, a hand coming to brush against the afterfeather and up to where it attached to your necklace. You relished in the full body shiver he gave, his eyes fluttering closed, his teeth sinking slightly into the corner of his mouth.

"We might just be in shape to handle some…." 

"Morning exercise?" Keigo offered, smoldering topazine eyes locked onto yours, his voice low and sultry. His wings were lifted high, flared slightly to subtly show off his plumage as his instincts demanded.

"Mhmmm~" you purred in return, letting your hand slip from the feather to gather him to you, giving a giggle at the small noise he made at being pulled out of his display and rolled back onto his side. His wings gave a quick flap, adjusting to keep himself from laying on them, and he give a low chuckle.

“Well in that case, let’s get some sleep..You know me (y/n), I love to help you stretch those beautiful legs of yours~” Keigo teased, his hands sliding down the soft curve of your exposed thigh to your knee and back up.

You hummed softly in your delight as you shifted, rolling over onto your side to stretch your arms out comfortably. It always confused you honestly, how romantic shows and movies would have people cuddling to sleep facing one another. The first time you’d tried that with Keigo, your arm had gone horribly numb and you couldn’t sleep worth a damn.

This though? Your back snug against his strong chest with his arm draped over you at juuust the right spot, one found through MUCH trial and error and many complaints about his forearm digging into your ribs. This was perfect...and you sighed comfortably, your ears lowering as you heard Keigo shift, slipping his arm through the slot in the special pillow you’d asked support to make for you. This way his arm didn’t go numb and you got to have a nice pillow to sleep on.

Despite being heroes, you both were still human and there were limits to what you could tolerate. Comfort was a necessity when it came to your lives, and needless to say, you two had cuddling down to an -art-. 

“And can I also say that I’m not a religious man by any stretch of the word, but I thank whatever deity is listening that you hate wearing sleep pants?” Keigo continued, a little huffing laugh coming from you as you wiggled your tail against his stomach earning a laugh from him as he scooted back just a bit to avoid the attack.

“H-hey! I’m just being honest!” He whined, and you smirked over your shoulder at him as you grabbed the small remote on the bed and tapped it, turning the lights off and dropping the both of you into darkness.

“I know you are Keigo~ That’s one of the things I love about you..” You murmured softly, feeling him tense just a little before he smiled and hummed his agreement into your hair.

“Yeah? What else do you love about me?” he asked, his voice soft next to your ear.

“Hmmm well one of them is poking me in the butt.” You snickered, earning an embarrassed huff from him.

“Well that guy has a mind of his own, I’m not apologizing. He knows quality when he sees it.” Keigo snarked, smiling into your hair.

“Oh does he?” You smirked as you closed your eyes. “I love your heart...your laugh. How you absolutely suck at making pancakes.” The offended scoff that followed only made your smirk curl to a smile.

“I love how you complete me…I’d go on, but we did say we needed some sleep and if I don’t stop there we’ll be here until the sun comes up.” You sighed softly and you didn’t miss the slight tightening of his arm and wing around you.

“Aw honeybun, you’re gonna make me all sappy…” He pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, his eyes closing as he lingered there. “We complete each other y’know? You’re my missing piece...what made all this shit mean something again..” A deep breath and a sigh against your skin and he shifted, getting a bit more comfortable. “Sleep tight (y/n), I love you…”

“G’night Keigo..I love you too..”

Taking a deep breath, you sighed it out, Keigo’s warmth and his soft breathing against your ear combined with the steady hum of the fan and the quiet murmur of the city outside your window was your lullaby, pulling you comfortably into a deep sleep. The smile on your face never slipped away as you rested there...after all...you had some morning exercise to look forward to with your best partner~

Love...trust...

It was what held your relationship together through all of the nonsense that was going on in your lives. You knew of course about the league of villains, about what he had to do. Those big ears of yours weren’t just for show...and you still remember the fear on his face when you had told him about what you had known.

You had been on your patrol, (h/n) and Hawks, him in the air, you along the ground, but the two of you had settled on the roof of an abandoned warehouse for a break as the sun began to dip past the buildings. Moving to sit on the edge of the roof, you sighed and laid back on it, letting the wind ruffle your hair and the fur of your ears before you broke the silence.

“Hey Hawks?” “What’s up (h/n)?” “I’ve got a hypothetical for you.”

“Ooohoho? I do love a good hypothetical~ hit me.”

“So! Hypothetically, if someone finds out that someone they love is going deep undercover and having to do something that is diametrically opposed to what they stand for in order to protect the greater good. What do you think that someone would do?” 

Your eyes had met and Hawks had an absolutely unreadable expression on his face, the fear in those topazine eyes and how he had frozen to the spot was something you had never seen before. Just like that, the roles had been reversed. The predator had become prey. He had been trembling and you of course had noticed, but your face had stayed calm.

“Well, seems like cat’s got your tongue Feathers, so….I’ll give my answer first and you can say yours.” You hummed, shifting to sit up and letting your legs dangle over the edge of the roof and you kicked them slightly, your ears perked as you admired the sunset which was quickly drenching the city in twilight. 

“I think, that person...if they truly understood their loved one, would know what they have to do is important...and just because they might have to do something bad, doesn’t mean they like it..or that it changes who they are at their heart.” You mused, your fingers coming up to trail your fingers against the feather around your neck. 

“And of course, they would understand that their loved one COULDN’T say anything because...well that kinda defeats the whole purpose of being undercover right?” You looked over your shoulder at him giving a sweet smile and a tilt of your head as you picked up the feather and held it gently to your pulse point. 

“So of course, that person would never say anything...because that would only hurt their loved one and they would just do their best to be there for them and support them when they come back home. What do you think Hawks?”

Hawks continued to stare and then swallowed the dry lump in his throat as he tried to process just what the fuck you just said. You...you knew...how the FUCK did you find out?! His mind was rushing, trying to think of something to say, something to DO...what could he do?! Did Endeavor know that you knew?!

What took him off guard the most though, was the calmness that you looked at him with. Those (e/c) eyes of yours weren’t angry...weren’t betrayed. 

Understanding and love...

That was all they held. 

The feather at your throat, right over where the blood rushed, held such a poignant meaning to him that it nearly brought him to his knees. You knew how dangerous his feathers could be, how if he had to, he could end your life with a thought...and also...your heartbeat. It was calm. No indication of fear, of lying...which meant that you really weren’t going to say anything.

His tight posture slowly dropped and he gave a breathless laugh, his wings giving a slight shake as he adjusted them, his hands slipping into his pockets as he walked to stand next to you on the edge.

“That’s ah...one hell of a hypothetical there honeybun, but yeah...I think you answered it in a shot.” He chuckled, giving a slight scratch at his chin scruff, looking down at you and his shoulders lowering slightly.

“Yeah? Guess I’m getting better at them!” You giggled, lifting the feather to kiss the center of it before letting it dangle down as you stood and began to stretch yourself out. “I think that’s enough of a break hm? Wanna get back to patrolling?” 

“Heh, sure thing~” His voice was the same happy go lucky chirp as always, but those eyes, you could see the relief in them as plainly as his wings. He now had a silent supporter, one who would be there no matter how much blood ended up on his hands and that was something he had never thought he would ever have:

Unconditional love.

[rosemarycupcake42]

Hello hello everyone how are you?

My friends could tell this was coming a mile away-

So I got bored, I was angsty, so we have this beautiful piece of hurt comfort I believe?

Word count: 10k (otherwise known as 8k over the discord character limit)

Warnings: bad grammar, spelling errors, capitalization? Don’t know her, SADNESS, anxiety, talks of Rapunzel being a bitch to Varian

And no, we don’t like Rapunzel on this blog, not one bit

(Before we start, (Y/N) is your name, (N/N) is your nickname, and bold is memory Varian, italics are memory you

Coping Techniques

Varian 🧪 x reader

“Varian can’t calm his anxiety after getting back from getting kicked out of the castle, until he remembers something (Y/N) taught him, so he lets that memory guide him through calming himself.”

He was in pain. No, not physically, although it certainly felt like it, but emotionally. He felt like someone was tearing at his heart from the inside out, and he could do nothing to stop it. It hurt so bad, but he didn’t want to burden anyone else, so he just sat there, hugging himself, digging his nails into his arm, waiting for the pain he knew would never go away to leave him.

Deep down, under all of his blaming and hate towards Rapunzel, he thought it was his fault.

If he had just stopped messing with the rocks like his dad said…

He pulled his head up from between his knees and looked at his father, encased in honey colored amber, lifting his letter to the sky as if some other worldly being would reach down and take it from him.

His eyes tear up again, and he quickly hides his eyes behind his knees.

He doesn't want his father to see him crying, even if he is encased in amber.

He would be ashamed, And Varian can’t handle that thought.

He digs his nails further into his arms, and hisses when he feels them break skin and the blood seeps under his nails.

He vaguely remembers some calming techniques (Y/N) taught him for moments like these, and he struggles to remember one.

There was one that seemed to work well for him before, and so he decided to try that one.

He remembers your voice clearly, guiding him through the steps.

It’s okay Varian, just calm down, and take some deep breaths.

He takes a few calming breaths, following his memory of you.

Now Varian, tell me 5 things you can see in this room.

Don’t worry about what they are, just five things.

Do you want me to go first?

He subconsciously nods, just like he did back then.

He hears you giggle, and for a second, he’s already calm, before he glances at his father.

Well let me see..

I see a.. Current Varian starts counting. 1. Dust bunny in the corner over there.

2. Your spare set of goggles.

3. The book stack on the table.

4. Those vials with that green stuff in them. It's called Chromium (Y/N).. Yeah whatever nerd, let's just keep going!

5. And that plate with a half eaten ham sandwich on it.

Varian can hear the memory of you laugh again.

Wow Varian, i thought you were supposed to love ham sandwiches, you always just gobble them up!

(Y/N) stop it! I just wasn’t hungry.. Okay Grumpy pants, I was just joking with you!

Well.. what comes next? Huh? Oh yeah!

Varian slowly comes back to the real world, wishing you were with him right now to help him again.

He thinks about the other things you told him, and starts from the beginning

“F-five things i can see..” he stammers.

“One, my lamp. Two, that puddle by my table. Three, That beaker of silver. Four, my apron hanging off the hook over the door. Five, the spill of Orthovanadate that I never cleaned up.”

Good job Varian! The next one is four things you can feel around you.

Remind me again what we are doing this for again (Y/N)?

Well it's just in case i’m not there for you and you need to calm down!

You-

You are going to be there for me all the time right?

I’ll do my best darling.

P-Promise?

I can’t promise that Var, but i’ll do my absolute best!

Something really bad would have to happen for me to ever not be with you okay V?

Please don’t say that (N/N), that’s scary…

Sorry Var, but i'll do my best to be there whenever i can for you.

Thanks.

Anything for my little Alchemy boy.

Varian snaps back, flinching.

He chuckled, thinking about how ironic it was that he made you make so many promises back then, and yet the very reason he was remembering this was because of a promise.

Her promise.

His nails dig further into the already bleeding wounds, and he hisses.

He shakes his head rapidly, and begins counting things he can feel.

“O-one, My goggles on my head. Two, the wind blowing through the cracks in the house. Three, The melting snow in my boots and Four…”

He looks around, and hisses when the bruises on his wrists from the castle guards rubbing against the wall next to him.

“And four, these goddamn bruises from Rapunzel’s guards.”

(Y/N)?

Yeah Var?

Uhm..

Can I guess what comes next?

Hey that’s a good idea!

Okay.. so we did 5 things you can see..

4 things you can feel..

So I'm going to guess next is 3 things you can hear?

Haha! You got it right Var!

I knew you were smart, dummy.

HEY-

Where’s your sense of humor darling?

I- i uh-

Under the bed.

Oh really then?

WAIT NO I DIDN’T-

HAHAH!!

Okay okay let's get on with it.

Three things you can hear. It will probably help if you shut your eyes to focus on sounds.

Okay.

Varian laughs, and then takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes.

“One… Chemicals bubbling, Two.. The wind rattling the doors hinges, trying to get in.

Three, Ruddiger pacing the floor.”

At the mention of his name, the raccoon bounds over to Varian, right as he opens his eyes, just in time to see a gray and white furball come tumbling into his arms.

Varian looks down at him, and gently cradles him to his chest.

“Oh Ruddiger, What do I do?” Varian sighs, and then laughs when he thinks about you calling him a “crazy raccoon boy”.

Varian? Are you-

Are you talking to Ruddiger?!

I KNEW IT!

Knew what?

I knew that you locking yourself alone in the basement with only Ruddiger and alchemy to keep you company would drive you crazy, but not THIS crazy!

Oh but (N/N), werent you talking to Ruddiger last night?~

Who- who told you that?

Ruddiger did~

RUDDIGER I THOUGHT WE PROMISED TO KEEP THAT TO OURSELVES-

I’m kidding!

but were you really talking to Ruddiger??

You're more crazy than I am!

Whatever, my Crazy raccoon boy.

(Y/N)!-

Ruddiger looks up at Varian, who has a sad smile, and chitters.

Varian shakes his head, and continues the calming method.

Can the smart boy guess what comes next?

Two things I can taste?

BZZZRT- WRONG!

Two things you can smell, then..

One thing I can taste?

Correct!

He takes a deep breath, and sniffs the air.

“One, I can smell chemicals, specifically sulfur, and Two, I can smell the- the blood from my nail marks.” Varian can feel himself getting dizzy at the smell of the last one, but he smacks himself and tries to avoid looking at his arms.

One more Var, okay? Try to remember all these, you never know when you might need them!

Can we go outside after this?

(He can remember you gasping at his comment) Why Varian? Did YOU just suggest going OUTSIDE?

Who are you, and what did you do to Varian?

I-ITS NOTHING!

I just figured you'd like to go outside instead of stay cooped up in here with me all the time…

Aww, how sweet Varian, but if you aren't comfortable going outside with me, I'll gladly stay here with you!

He smiles at your past consideration, and concentrates.

“One thing i can taste..” His eyes fly open.

“Ham Sandwiches!”

He takes a deep breath, and it's finally done.

He silently thanks you for the method, and thanks the gods that it worked.

Now that he thinks about it, he hadn't heard from you since the blizzard..

He really hoped you were okay..

He knows the blizzard is really bad, he did come back from asking Rapunzel for help…

Rapunzel…

She refused to help..

It’s her fault!

He shakes his head, knowing (Y/N) would hate to hear him thinking like that.

Speaking of (Y/N)..

His head jerks up when he hears the door upstairs open and wind blowing heavily.

He listens closely, and he can hear you calling his name while you struggle to get the door closed.

He jumps up and runs up the stairs, practically dropping Ruddiger and face planting.

He looks up from the floor, and gasps.

There you are, decked out in heavy insulated fur coats, there was snow all over you, he could barely even see the beautiful color of your hair.

Your lips were turning blue-

He shakes his head, banging it on the floor a couple times, why was he even looking at your lips?!

You looked down, and gasped as well.

“Varian? Why are you on the floor dear?” He sighs happily when he hears your voice, and opens his mouth to answer.

“You know what, don't answer that, come on, i'll help you up.” You walk over to him, gently grabbing his arms, and he hisses when you grab right where the nail marks are, and your hands brush the bruises on his wrist.

You set him gently in front of the fireplace, and grab his arms.

“Did you cut yourself with your nails again? I told you that you need to cut them..” you sigh, going to grab the things you need to clean his wounds and help with the bruising.

“How did you get these bruises?!” you ask, gently holding his wrists.

He responds, “Well I tried to get help from Rapunzel about my dad, but she wouldn't listen, and the guards dragged me away. By the way, (Y/N), thank you for that 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 method.” He weakly smiles, hoping that would calm you down, being able to see you get visibly angry the more he said about Rapunzel and her guards.

You sigh heavily, telling yourself Varian needed you more than you needed to beat up those guards. “I'm glad it helped dear.”

You bandaged his little crescent shaped wounds, and gently grabbed his wrist.

He looks at you in confusion, and you falter, before going along with your plan, and pull his wrists to your lips, and give them a gentle kiss.

You give him a closed eyes smile and respond to his surprised look, “Doesn't everyone say a kiss makes things better?”

He blushes, and pulls you into him, both of you tumbling to the floor before stopping.

You snuggle into his chest, mumbling something.

He looks down, still blushing. “What was that (N/N)?”

You back your head enough to speak cleary, and repeat yourself. “I need to beat up those gaurds later.”

He snickers, nodding, and wraps his arms tighter around you, ignoring his embarrassment, and more importantly, ignoring his pain.

You also wrap your arms around Varian, and after a couple minutes, he’s snoring.

You look at him, and run your fingers through his hair.

“Ill always be there for you Varian, Rapunzel be damned.” you nod off, both of you calmly sleeping, and dreaming of ways to save his father, his dreams much more sinister than yours, but both never once leaving each other sides.

[remusmainhoe]

room of requirement

warning:smut

reader x sirius x remus smut

being bored in the common room with remus, and sirius. sirius comes up with a fun idea to pass the evening.

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you were in the common room playing exploding snap with sirius, it was only you, sirius, and remus in the common room.

"there's nothing fun to do anymore"sirius complained.

"yeah there's only so much exploding snap you can play" you agreed.

"you could read" remus suggested not parting his eyes from his book he was reading near the fire.

"i'd rather jump off the astronomy tower, at least that would be more exciting" sirius said making remus roll his eyes.

sirius then turned to you, he moved closer to you, you were both on the floor.

"you know y/n, there is one thing that is always fun" he gave you a cocky grin.

remus looked up slightly, fidgeting subtly with the corner of the page of his book. 

"sirius" he called in a warning tone. you smiled at them both unsure if he was just teasing for fun.

"oh come on moony, it wouldn't kill you to have some fun" sirius winked at remus, his grin becoming even bigger seeing remus's dumbfounded face at his comment. remus turned to you, you smiled at him. 

you had always had a small crush on them both.

sirius was the troublemaker that could get any girl he wants, and you couldn't blame the girls for falling for his perfect smile, those piercing eyes, his gorgeous raven black long hair, he had a way of making you laugh, but he could make you blush in a second.

remus had his fair share of girls after him, not that he would ever notice, or much less act on it, his scars shaping his face in a way that made you want to grace them with your fingers, to kiss them lightly. his sandy brown hair, although it wasn't as gorgeous as Sirius's, it didn't need to be, it suited him in the best way possible. remus was the tallest of the lot, he had a way with words that drew you in, like a bee to honey. you would never admit it because you were friends with the marauders, but you had always wanted them, to be with them, to be closer, but you also didn't want to ruin your friendship.

"y/n you dont have to do anything if you dont want to" remus said.

"im ok with it" you reassured, your words switching something in remus, he put down his book as Sirius stood up.

"room of requirement?" sirius asked remus, he nodded in agreement.

"where?" you asked confused.

"just follow us, we know a safe place" sirius said to you as they took you through the portrait door of the common room and through the castle. after what felt like the longest walk, the three of you stopped in an empty hall, remus and sirius faced a wall, you looked at them confused. you were about to say something when the wall in front of you began to show a door, sirius opened it to reveal a big room, in the middle of the room was a bed, in front of the bed was a trunk.

the three of you entered the room closing the door behind you, you and remus got on the bed. sirius opened the trunk, he took out some ropes, toys, and a gag, placing them neatly on the bed.

"are you sure about this y/n?" sirius asked with a mischeivious smile.

you nodded.

"love, we need to hear you give us permission to fuck the living daylights out of you" remus teased slightly.

"im sure" you said.

it all felt a bit quick, never did you think that you would get to kiss one of them, and now they're both wanting to fuck you.

"strip" remus commanded you and sirius.

"sir yes sir" sirius joked starting to unbutton his shirt. you left only your bra and panties, dropping your clothes on the floor. you looked up when you were done to find both of them ready to start, sirius had the ropes in hand as he tied your hands up together, and placed a gag in your mouth. you laid in the middle of the bed.

"what do you say moony, should way play with her for a bit?" sirius smirked as he took a toy, he brushed your panties aside.

"only for a bit, I dont want her to overstimulate before we get to the good parts" remus grinned looking at you, taking you in.

"look how wet she is for us, we haven't even started" sirius purred.

you moved your legs trying to hide it, embarrassed over your excitement showing.

"dont, I like to see you so ready to please us" remus whispered in your ear.

you then felt the toy vibrate against your clit, remus took off your bra and started to rub your nipples. you tried to hold back the moans that wanted to escape.

"dont hold it back love, we want to hear you moan as loud as you want, as much as you need." sirius said.

although your moans were muffled by the gag, they echoed slightly throughout the room. you looked over at the guys, seeing them get harder and harder with each moan escaping your throat. 

remus began to his your neck, giving you light hickeys all over your neck, and breasts. sirius began to play more with the toy, as he put two tigers in you causing you to gasp slightly. finding the perfect movement in no time, you then felt remus get hard against you.

you were about to cum when the sensation stopped, you moved your inner thighs against each other eager to finish.

"dont worry bunny, you'll get to finish" remus whispered in your ear.

"go on your fours kitten" sirius instructed, you obeyed, remus helping you. your face at the end of the bed facing sirius who was standing in front of you, his length directly in facing you. you took sirius in your mouth, remus brushed his cock on your core, you could feel how big he was. as you had begun to suck sirius out, making him groan with pleasure, a moan escaped from the depths of your chest as remus pushed himself in you, his member stretching you out.

"so tight bunny" remus sighed out letting you adjust.

"do that again, it felt so good to have her moan like that" sirius managed to let out to remus.

"with pleasure" remus responded, he thrusted in to you making your prophanities turn into vibrations on sirius, who in turn groaned.

remus grabbed on to your hips, pushing deeper, and harder, your hips moved to his rhythm. remus then moved a hand to your clit, he moved two fingers into perfectly messy circles. sirius grabbed your breasts, rubbing both of your nipples making it feel as though little electric sparks. a vibration flowing threw your body like no other.

"that's right baby, moan for us" sirius purred. for this sweet moment, you were theirs. remus thrusted harder, as he hit your g spot you felt a very new sensation. Sirius's hands rubbing your nipples, remus knowing he hit the sweet spot, his rhythm on your clit becoming even faster, you felt your stomach explode with pleasure, like flashing white lights, your mouth and core filled with cum, but you didn't even notice with the sensation in you making your pussy throb and when it all finished and you felt a release like never before.

"did she just?" sirius spoke.

"did you squirt love?" remus asked.

"do that again for us kitten" sirius said

remus started to move the same as before, but this time sirius pulled out of your mouth, untied your hands, got underneath you, and started to play with your clit with his tongue, moving it in circles, you took him again in your mouth in this new position. remus then started to rub your nipples. Sirius's mouth moving differently than remus's, in a good way, the best way. remus's hands also moved differently, also in the best way, making you grab sirius as if this new sensation would destroy you in the best way like before, even more. as the sensation grew.

“so good for daddy” remus let out.

 the moment remus hit your g spot one last time, the fireworks in you exploded, sending an amazing burning sensation throughout your body.

they both pulled out of you, your legs feeling shaky. you were all covered in sweat, remus cleaned you up, wrapping you in a thin blanket.

"I told you this would be fun" sirius said with a shit faced grin on his face.

"you were so good love" remus said to you.

"what would you say to round 2?" sirius asked still panting.

[echo-of-sounds]

exploratory birthday

-Gang Orca xf!reader-

Headcanons and a smut drabble for Kugo’s birthday! And look how his little nose wiggles like a bunny’s! It’s so cute!

As with most things in a relationship, celebrating his birthday with a partner is new to him. Kugo’s celebrated it before, but there’s a different feel when you’re with your friends, relaxing and laughing with one another. And when you’re beside your partner, it’s intimate, softly praising their life, cherishing their mere presence.

He isn’t completely opposed to a birthday party. Keep it small with his closest friends and he’ll enjoy it. If they’re too many people and too many things going on, he’ll get a little overwhelmed.

To really amaze him, book a hotel room someplace far away for an entire week. Kugo works enough that he’s able to get decent chunks of time off. Use it to your advantage and spend that time together, cuddling, caressing, and kissing in a bed overlooking the sun setting into the ocean, drinking wine, and listening to gentle music.

For a nice afternoon together, lounging on the beach is the best option. The water may be too cold for a swim, but Kugo still appreciates the sounds and smells. And he might go swimming despite the freezing water. His body can tolerate it. Don’t worry, he won’t drag you in.

Museums, zoos, and aquariums are also a good option. He enjoys learning, especially if it’s about something you’re interested in. Love rocks and gems? Take him through the geology exhibit at a museum and explain everything. He’ll listen to every single word with a huge, loving smile.

He doesn’t know how to properly answer the question: ‘What do you want?’ He’ll stare and say something like socks, unable to think of anything else. He doesn’t need nor expect you to get him anything. He has plenty of money to buy whatever he wants.

But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get him a present. Because you should. He deserves plenty of them. 

Clothing is simple and always a good go-to for anyone. Though Kugo does require more specific clothing than those without mutation quirks. There are a few stores he frequents. Contact them and order a new suit, sweatpants, or just a nice T-shirt. His clothes get ruined quickly, so he’s always in need of more.

Firming your voice and pumping yourself up, you slid the sweater off your shoulders and spoke, “You have another present.”

Kugo answered from the couch as he tidied up, “From whom? I thought I opened them all.”

“Me. I was waiting until we were alone. It’s kinda for the both of us. I hope you like it.” You lingered in the doorway for him to turn.

When he finally did, his eyes opened wide.

“You said you liked lingerie. I figured your birthday was a good time to buy some.” He stared. It agitated shame through your body. “Did I not get a good set?” He just stared, not moving, not speaking. You recovered your body with the sweater. “Sorry if it’s wrong or not what you wanted. I thought- I wanted to try something-”

“You’re remarkable.” The pillow fell from his hands. He walked closer and gently pinched the sweater. “May I move this?’

You nodded. It dropped, allowing him to see and fondle your stomach. Palms shaped around to your sides. Your skin pinched between his fingers. “You’re so beautiful.”

Your feet left the floor, turning your reply into a yip. He carried you to the bed, sat you on the edge, spread your legs, and helped himself to you as he pleased. A wet, thick tongue swept over your panties. Hands felt up the thigh-high socks. 

He hummed against you, “Very soft.” His tongue slid under the material, taking a taste. “You’re so soft, everywhere.”

You moaned the further his tongue wormed in, freely twisting and writhing inside. But it left all too quickly. He asked, “What’s this now?”

“It’s your other surprise. I saw it at the shop and wanted to try it.”

Kugo glided your underwear down your legs, sucking in once he saw the pink jeweled heart. Nails clicked against it. Each one ever so slightly fluttered the plug in your ass. He spread your cheeks to see the complete view. “It looks perfect. It suits you beautifully. What?” He questioned your smile.

“Nothing, honey. You’re just cute.” You petted his forehead. The neverending compliments got repetitive, but his curiosity and service were beyond adorable.

“May I?” He grabbed the heart. 

“It’s for you.”

To start his experiment, he twisted it, watching the jewel intently. The plug fluctuated up and down. Next, he gently pulled it, spreading you around its widest part. Right as it was about to pop out, it pushed back in. He purred handsomely, “You really bought this for me?”

Nodding and moaning, your legs opened more to let him play. It sunk as deep as it could go, twisted, and pulled, and sank again. Then it withdrew entirely, suddenly. You whined at the stretch and pop. 

His warm tongue lapped over you in apology. The tingle made you squirm and giggle. “What?”

“No one's ever licked me there. It’s weird. It tickles a little.”

“I should have done this sooner. You taste wonderful,” he groaned gutturally. His tongue returned, waving around, tenderly loosening the muscles, releasing them enough to nudge inside. 

Your hips jerked. The foreign feeling gradually died. Your body accustomed to the wet intrusion, quite enjoying it, hungry for more. “Kugo, it’s-” A thumb massaging your clit induced a cry, “Deeper.”

Two fingers widened your cheeks. It gave him room to push flush against you, rubbing his nose, delving his tongue as far as it could go, dripping saliva, stretching greedily. The thumb pressed and rolled hard, unlike his usual caring motions. 

The slick stroking pushed up, curving your back with an intense moan and tightening muscles. You gripped the sheets through the fall, humping his face, thanking him repeatedly.

When you slumped, his tongue slowly retreated. It left you oddly hollow. You opened your eyes to his naked body and very eager erection. His gaze locked in between your legs. 

But he was big. It couldn’t fit comfortably in your ass. You mumbled, “Kugo, I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

“Relax, my love. I wasn’t going to. I’m not ready for that either. I’m afraid I’d hurt you.” He rubbed your thighs, kneeling and licking back down to your ass. His tongue only gave a few brushes before the butt plug touched you. It slicked over his spit, tapped your entrance, then playfully poked in, smoothly twirling as it stretched you again.

Once it nestled inside, you reached for his arms and told him, “Lay down.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. It is your birthday after all.” He lounged and you straddled him, immediately kissing along his forehead. His skin cooled your lips the lower you grazed. His tongue was out, waiting to sweep into your mouth. The soaked weight drew a long moan from your throat.

You sat up and went to unhook your bra. But he stopped you. “Don’t. Keep it on.”

“You like it that much?”

“It’s beautiful on you.” His hands stroked over your breasts and the bra’s soft material. Reconnecting the kiss, you positioned him. Hands shot to your ass when you lowered. His words jumbled with his tongue in your mouth, “You’re tighter.”

“So you feel it?”

He hummed, holding your body tight as you swayed your hips, testing the new sensations. Between him and the butt plug, you felt as full as ever. He seemed to enjoy it too because his hands never left your chest. His eyes never left your breasts. His mouth never stopped its praise.

You didn’t get to grind for long though. Kugo lifted your thighs for you to bounce. With hands leaning on his chest, you did, moaning every time his head kissed your front wall, sweeping along it tediously. Arousal leaked onto his skin. It sleeked and stuck to yours.

You didn't get to do that for long either. He stilled your hips. “Wait. I want to try something.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Turn around.” You lifted off of him and turned, bracing yourself on his thighs. He lined himself up and, supporting your back, instructed, “Lower onto me.” You did, slowly, hesitantly, feeling him stretch you differently in the different position. 

When you seated fully, he asked, “Are you all set?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

Hands smoothed up your sides, carefully pulling you back to lay on his chest. You gasped as the change flattened him firmly against your front wall. The pressure was angelic. He guided your hand to your lower stomach, then your pubic mound. The area swelled with him within.

You sighed his name. Kugo didn’t move at your whining. Nor at your digging nails. Nor at your lame attempts to hump on him. Fingers just pawed all over your stomach, kneading, clutching, sneaking under your bra to pinch your nipples. A heavy tongue washed over your neck and shoulder, sparking sensitivity, lust, need.

“Kugo, move,” you weakly fussed.

Hands drifted bottomward, gripped, lifted you till only his head remained inside, then released, letting you plunge all the way, completely stuffing himself in you. Your moan mixed into a yelp. 

He froze. Concern threaded his voice, “Was that too much?”

“No, I- No, Do it again,” you panted, hooking his arm. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I- Again.” He listened and dropped you just as intensely. “More, please… Please…” 

He did it over and over, hitting hard and deep and so fucking wonderfully. Your eyes rolled back. Your spine curved higher each gorging fall. Yet his hands kept you close, leading your joyride. 

“Fuck me- fuck- more.”

He thrust up, meeting you in the middle, rooting himself deeper, richer, nearly too much, but the pinch of pain only added height to your peak. Lewd sounds gushed out. The sheer luxury and gluttony in you didn’t care. It just felt fucking amazing.

His flattery continued through his slapping and sticking. Your words caught in your throat. You could only grip and moan in his control, waiting for the final fall.

And it came, wet and loud. Your legs straightened. Your muscles went taut. Kugo quickly joined. Dense heat drained from him to you. Claws grated into your skin, holding you down so he could fill you full. It melted the ache his thrusting caused. 

The high ebbed with his cuddling hands. His tongue lapped your jaw. You blindly felt backward for his cheek, tipping him for a kiss. “I love you so much… more than you’ll ever know.”

His hands stopped protectively on your lower stomach, right over where he released. He nuzzled your cheek, whispering, "You're better than anything I could have ever asked for."

You kissed him. Both of you nested on the bed, holding each other, feeling him mix and twitch deep within you.

[your-denki-kun]

Left Out

Katsuki x Izuku x Denki x Eijirou x Reader

Warning: angst, negative thoughts, mentioning of death

What: fluff, angst,

Word count: 3.2K+

A/N: OMG! I hit 50+ followers. Sorry for not updating for a bit. First were the holidays and after that was the start of school in which I had to find my way again. Anyway, this is a story in which you date the four wonderful guys, but they start excluding you.

~3rd person pov.~

It's been going on for a while now. At first you didn't notice that much, but as time passed you started noticing. First the obvious things, but soon also little things. How they would exclude you from time to time, how they didn't listen as attentively to you as to each other, how they would forget to text you and so on.

You knew that dating four males could cause problems, but you never thought they would start excluding you. Katsuki and Izuku grew up together and have always had a thing for one another. Eijirou and Denki were the best of friends before they started dating as well. Eijirou and Denki had started dating first, you joined, soon after Katsuki joined and not even a week later Izuku joined as well.

It had been awesome at the start. Sweet kisses, cuddles, hugs, praises, cute compliments, nicknames, the whole package. Now, after three years of dating however, things have changed. They barely call you nicknames and will call you by your full front name, they will cuddle up and forget you're there or they'll kiss each other, but not you.

You let it slide at first, figuring they were just busy with work, but after three full months that wasn't an option anymore, seeing as it only got worse. You're all heroes and have weird schedules, but it never bothered any of you in the beginning. Sighing you stare from the dinner table to them as they're all cuddled up on the couch and talking.

''Okay, so Saturday afternoon from three at the park.'' Eijirou concludes.

''Yeah. We'll all be free then until eight. So we can do something fun, eat in a restaurant and then Kacchan can go to work.'' Izuku smiles.

''You've always been one for planning, Bunny.'' Denki smiles at him.

''Thanks.''

You lay your head on the table as they go to talk about something else than their date next Saturday. You're free too, but they didn't ask if you wanted to come along, they never ask if you want to come along anymore. You feel your eyes tear up as the familiar feeling of loneliness and abandonment pools in your gut.

You release a shaky breath before getting up and walking upstairs. You walk into the bedroom you all share and look at it from the doorway. Slowly tears start spilling as you stumble over to the bed. As you're about to get in a thought crosses your mind. 'Maybe I should sleep in a guestroom, it's not like they want me anyway.'

You turn away from the bed and walk out of the room. You carefully walk over to the guestroom down the hall, not wanting to make a noise and alert the males downstairs. Well, it's not like they'll hear, but somewhere deep down you're still hoping they care. You open the door to the room and walk inside, closing it behind you before walking over to the bed and laying down.

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That Saturday you lay out four outfits, one for each boyfriend. While you put out the outfits tears keep falling from your eyes, but you just wipe them away and keep going. All of them have black skinny jeans. Katsuki has a black shirt with his skull for a top, Eijirou has a faded red, sleeveless hoodie, Denki has a yellow navel sweater and Izuku has a pastel green, oversized sweater.

Once you finish putting out the outfits you walk back over to the guestroom where you've been staying the past three days. As you close the door you can hear one of them entering the shared bedroom. You wipe at your eyes as a sniffle escapes you. You lay down on the bed on your back, staring at the ceiling as tears spill.

'Did they even notice that I haven't been sleeping in the same room as them? That I was the one to put out their clothes? Do they love me?' Thoughts like that keep running around in your mind, consuming you. The tears spill just a tad bit faster as the sniffles turn just that much louder. You can hear them walking around as you drown in sorrow.

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They came back late that day. Eijirou, Denki and Izuku had decided to go shopping after Katsuki left them for work. You heard them come home, listening to them happily talking about random things as they walk around the house. Sfter they all go to bed you hear Katsuki get home from a late shift before falling into an uneasy sleep.

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It's been weeks since that day and things like that kept happening. They've had four dates since that one in the span of seven weeks. Right now you're home alone, sitting on the couch, curled up in a corner as you watch TV. All of a sudden the house phone rings and you walk over to it, picking up.

''Hello. (y/n), speaking. What can I do for you?'' You ask softly.

''Hello, this is the hospital. We're calling to inform you that (family/member/name) is in the hospital in critical condition.'' A female voice says, sorrow lacing the words.

''W-Which hospital?'' You ask in a shaking voice.

''The one in Hosu.''

''I'm on my way.''

You hang up and scramble up to the shared room, putting on some pants and a sweater before running to get your keys, phone, wallet and earplugs. Once you have everything you put on your shoes and run out of the house, heading to the station to take a train to Hosu hospital. Once you arrive you speedwalk into the hospital.

''I'm here for (f/m/n).'' You heave as you try to catch your breath.

''Room 524.'' The female says.

You nod and walk over to the elevator. Once the doors open you walk inside and push the button for the fifth floor. The doors close and slowly it rises to the fifth floor. As the doors open again you speedwalk out and head to their room. As you see the door you open it without knocking and see them laying on the bed, skin pale, eyes empty and tired as they look weak.

''(f/m/n)...'' You whisper as you walk over to their bed.

''Hey little one.'' They say in a weak and trembling voice.

''What happened?'' You ask as you sit down on a chair beside the bed.

''I fell and broke some things. My weak body is getting weaker with the day, Honey. I don't think I have long left.'' They croak out.

''(f/m/n)....Don't say that.'' You whisper in a sad tone.

''It's the truth little one. Just, stay here for a bit and tell me some nice stories.'' They say.

You nod and start telling them stories of things that happened at work or things you read or saw on TV. They listen and ask a question every once in a while. You answer and just spend time with them until the doctor comes to tell you that visiting hours are over. You nod and say goodbye to your family memeber before leaving.

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For four weeks you go to the hospital whenever you can to spend time with them, wanting to make memories. Right now you're on your way to the hospital. An uneasy feeling pools in your stomach as you get closer and closer. As you're a few blocks away your phone starts ringing. Frowning you take your phone out of your pocket and pick up.

''Hello?'' You ask softly.

''I'm sorry, but (f/m/n) passed away.'' The same female from last time says.

Incoherent words leave you as you drop your phone. The screen breaks as it hits the ground. Tears well up in your eyes before they start streaming down your face uncontrollably. Sobs escape you as you turn around and start sprinting to Mina's house, sobbing all the way there. As soon as you arrive you frantically knock on the door, phone long forgotten on the sidewalk a few blocks from here.

''(y/n)?!'' Mina exclaims worried once she sees your sobbing form in front of her door. ''Oh my god! Come inside! What happened?!'' She asks as she ushers you inside.

You just sob as she guides you to the couch in her living room and sits you down. She hugs you as you sob into her shoulder, holding her tight as you break down. Mina rubs your back as she's left in shock and confusion. Never has she seen you like this before. As you start calming down after almost an hour you break the hug and wipe at your eyes.

''S-Sorry...I didn't know where else t-to go.'' You admit.

''Hey, it's okay. Can you explain what happened?'' Mina asks as she rubs your back.

''A few weeks ago I got a c-call from the hospital....(f/m/n) fell and got hurt....They've been there for four weeks. I-I was on my way there when I got a call......They passed away Mina...They're gone.'' You cry softly.

Mina's eyes widen as she wraps her arm around you and holds you close as you cry. She knows how important they were to you. You would often spend time there and they were always there for you when you needed someone. Slowly a frown makes it's way onto her face as she breaks her hug with you.

''You said you didn't know where else to go. Why didn't you go to Kiri, Baku, Mido or Kami?'' She asks.

''I.....I can't.'' You whisper, looking down at your lap.

''Why not? They love you.''

''They don't.....Not anymore.....They've been going on dates without me, don't call me by my nicknames anymore, I've been sleeping in the guestroom down the hall for eleven and a half weeks....They haven't noticed yet....They.......They forgot I exist.'' You cry as you hug yourself.

''(y/n).....I didn't know. I'm sorry.'' She says softly as she hug you.

''Why does everyone leave me?'' You sob as you hug her back.

''I don't know, but I won't leave you, ever. I promise. I'll always remember you and be here for you.'' She whispers as she plays with your hair.

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After spending the rest of the day at her house you head home, head hanging low as you're figure is slouched. While at Mina's place you called your boss to tell them you won't be coming in for a bit because of the passing of your family member. You unlock the front door and walk inside, closing the door and take off your shoes and coat.

You walk to the stairs, only to spot Izuku sitting on the couch by himself as he watches the news. You see your own face on TV, anouncing the break you'll be taking. Your eyes tear up as you remember how your day had started and walk upstairs and into the guestroom you've been making your own lately.

As you lay down on your bed you hear a knock on your door. You silently stare at it, to emotionally drained to care who's at the door and what their business is with you. After a bit another knock sounds before the door slowly opens. Izuku's head pokes into the room. As soon as his eyes land on you he opens the door fully and walks inside.

''(y/n)?'' He asks as he closes the door and walks over.

You blankly stare at him, tears falling from your eyes slowly. He sits down on the edge of the bed and looks at you with confused and sad eyes.

''What's going on? Why did you take a break? Did something happen? Is there anything you need? Can I get you anything? why are you crying?'' He keeps on rambling questions, hands flayling around.

''They died.'' You whisper, causing Izuku to freeze as he slowly looks at you.

''Who?'' He asks softly.

''For four weeks I've been visiting them whenever I can. I would tell them random things, keeping my mind off the inevitably. I got a call this morning...They died. Their body gave out. They're gone.'' You whisper as more tears spill and your lower lip trembles.

''Who died, (y/n)?'' Izuku asks worried.

''(f/m/n)...They're gone....Just like everyone else.....Everyone leaves me..Everyone.'' You whisper as you look away from him.

''We won't leave you.'' Izuku says, trying to comfort you.

''You've already left.''

''What?'' Izuku asks shocked, eyes widening as you slowly look at him.

''How long have you known I was in this room?'' You ask softly, tears slowly subsiding.

''Uhm, I heard you walk in before I went up.'' He says as he brings his hand up to his chin as he thinks.

''How long?'' You urge.

''A day?'' Izuku asks as he looks at you.

''Eleven and a half week.'' You state as his eyes widen.

''Why?'' He asks confused.

''Wight dates without me. No more nicknames. No more cuddles, kisses or affection. I haven't said a word in weeks to any of you. For so long....This has been going on for so long. You guys don't love me anymore. We're an odd number and I'm the one that's become the burden.'' You whisper, eyes glazing over.

''That's not true! We do love you. So much.'' Izuku says, voice a bit panicky.

''Don't lie!'' You bark.

''I'm not!''

''Yes you are! You all stopped loving me!'' You exclaim as you sit up in the bed.

''That's not true!'' Izuku says as the both of you get off the bed.

You shake your head in disbelieve as you walk out of the room, Izuku following after you as he calls out to you. You ignore him and walk into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water to calm yourself. It doesn't work however as Izuku starts pushing the wrong buttons. All of a sudden your eyes snap up to meet his, yours burning as your grip around the glass tightens.

''STOP FUCKING LYING!! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF PEOPLE LYING TO ME!! I'M NOT A TOY!!'' You yell as you throw your glass against the wall behind Izuku.

Eijirou, Katsuki and Denki freeze in the hallway when they hear you yell and something shatter. They exchange glances before running over and into the kitchen. They see tears of frustration running down your face as Izuku stares at you wide-eyed, trying to say something but failing. Eijirou slowly walks over to you, hands outstretched.

''Hey, (y/n), calm down. Lets talk about this.'' Eijirou tries.

''FUCK OFF!! DON'T START CARING ABOUT ME NOW!! JUST LEAVE ME LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE!! LEAVE ME TO ROT AND COMPLETELY BREAK!!'' You yell.

''What the fuck are you yapping about?!'' Katsuki barks.

You stare at Katsuki with broken eyes as you fall silent, body shaking as tears keep streaming down your face. You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Denki slowly walks over and goes to stand a bit away from you, a sad look in his eyes as he scans you over, checking you.

''Pichu, hey, look at me please.'' Denki whispers to which you comply. ''You've been sleeping in the guestroom for a while now and I figured you needed some space, but it seems like I was wrong. What happened?''

You look at him and reach out for him, stumbling over and collapsing into his arms as you start sobbing uncontrollably. He wraps his arms around you as soon as the two of you touch and he cradles you in his arms, swaying from side to side as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. The other three males look at the two of you with pained expressions.

''Shh, I've got you, Pichu, I've got you. Shh. Just let it out.'' He whispers.

As you calm down you cuddle up to him as you tighten your hold, burying your face in his chest. He rubs your back as he glances at the others.

''What happened, Sunshine?'' He asks softly as he looks back down at you.

''They died.'' You whisper.

''Who?''

''(f/m/n), they died today. (y/n) told me before.'' Izuku says, taking a step closer.

You tens up in Denki's hold at the mentioning of their name. He looks down at you as he buries his face in your hair, his hold tightening.

''I’m sorry, Pichu. I'm so sorry. They're in a better place now. It's okay.'' He whispers.

''Is that why you're being so bitchy?'' Katsuki asks as he cocks up an eyebrow and folds his arms in front of his chest.

You break your hug with Denki and take a few steps back, hugging yourself as you look at the ground. Your eyes are glossy as you fight your tears. Denki, Eijirou and Izuku look at you worried as Katsuki just stares at you, a naging feeling in his stomach telling him that something is wrong, very wrong. He hates the feeling.

''No.'' You whisper, holding yourself tighter.

''Than what the fuck happened to get you this fucking bitchy?'' He grumbles.

''You mean to tell me that no one else noticed, Pichu has been sleeping in the guestroom for over eleven weeks and that they don't talk to us anymore?'' Denki asks confused.

''What?'' Eijirou asks softly.

''They've been closing themselves off. I thought they might need some space, but I think that isn't true and that I made a mistake. How did you guys not notice this?''

''We've been busy at work...'' Izuku says softly.

''To busy to pay attention to one of our lovers?'' Denki asks surprised.

''Not like they're really present in conversations.'' Katsuki mumbles as he looks down at the ground.

''You aren't either unless you're mad, annoyed or angry.'' Denki deadpans.

''(y/n)....I'm sorry. Work has been hectic lately and I'm busy and stressed.'' Eijirou says as he walks closer to you.

''You guys went on eight dates since I've been sleeping in the guestroom. Eight and for each one I put out the outfits. No matter how sad it made me, no matter if it made me cry. I did it for you guys. I...I did groceries, did chores, cooked, everything. And I'm getting nothing. I'm giving you guys my all and I get nothing.'' You whisper softly, curling into yourself a bit.

''Pichu....'' Denki says softly.

''All my life I've been giving and giving and giving. Never did I receive anything. When we all got together I gave and gave and gave and got love in return. That's enough for me. A simple kiss, calling me a nickname, holding my hand, giving me a hug. That's all I ask, not even all, one thing is enough....I ain't getting that no more.''

''I'm sorry, Pichu. I really thought you needed some time for yourself. I should've asked if that was why you went to sleep in the guestroom and got so distance and silent. And I know that's easy talking after it happened, but I really am sorry.'' Denki says as he moves closer to you.

''I forgive you, just don't do this again, Denks, please.'' You whimper.

''I won't, Pichu, I promise.'' He smiles as he hugs you.

You hug him back and cuddle up to him.

''I'm sorry too, Pebble....I...I should have payed more attention to all of you. I should have noticed that one of my favorite cuddle buddies wasn't there. I'm so, so sorry, Pebble. I really am.''

You glance at Eijirou and nod, reaching one hand out to him. He smiles and takes it, walking over. He plants a kiss on your head as he joins the hug.

''I'm sorry too, Puppy...I should have payed more attention to you.'' Izuku whispers.

You silently reach out to him and he takes your hand in his, joining the hug as well. After about two minutes all of you turn to look at Katsuki with sad, pleading eyes. He grumbles something under his breath and walks over, pulling you away from the others and into his chest. He wraps his arms around you and holds you tight.

''Sorry.'' He whispers.

You hug him tight in respons, the others joining with a smile. After a bit you all break the hug, Katsuki stating that it's enough affection for him at once. You all laugh at his antics as you plant a kiss on his cheek. Denki wraps his arms around your waist as he rests his head on your shoulder. You lean back against him and place your hand over his.

''I love you guys.'' You smile as you close your eyes.

''We love you too, Pichu/Pebble/Puppy/Teddy bear.''

[animesmutfest]

Tamaki x Fem Reader

Tamakis POV:

As I drink my tea my phone rings and it's from bunny (you). I answered excited "hey gorgeous what's up?" I say excited. "When I get home you better be ready for me" she says in a serious voice. Now blushing as I knew what that meant I simply respond saying "yes mam" and she hung up. That means she's upset or sexually frustrated. Or both honestly and when shes riled up she can be scary. But there was a part of me that liked her being dominant in bed. I look at the clock and noticed she should be home in about 15 minutes. I drink some water before showering and sat on the edge of the bed with my towel around my waist. Soon I hear the front door open and slam shut. Her heels clicking towards our bedroom and the door slowly opening. She wastes no time taking off her shoes and jacket as she walks over to me and kisses me roughly. I kiss her back and moan a bit as her tongue slipped into my mouth. After a few kisses she pulls away just a little.

Neutral POV:

"So tamaki..." you say trailing his lips with your own. "Y-yes mam?" He stammers. "When we're you going to tell me about that slutty new coworker of yours?" You say walking to grab your cuffs. His face now flushed red as he remembers who you speak of. "I-I honestly didn't think she mattered bunny. You know I'd never give anyone that kind of attention" he says. "Well let me let you in on something. She's been telling people how she wants to fuck you. And guess what honey I'm not to happy about it." You say growling a bit at the last part. "I swear bunny on my life I had no idea of such things!" He says defending himself. "Oh don't worry love I know you would never betray me like that but it has put a weight on my mood today and well I just want to fuck you so hard that your moans turn to whimpers" you say cuffing his hands. His heart now racing at your lewd words. "P-please bunny... use me how you want" he says softly while looking at you with lust filled eyes. "Good boy" you say taking off your shirt and pants leaving you in just your bra and panties. "You look b-beautiful bunny" he says. "Thank you baby" you say before kissing him deeply. You straddle him lap and connect the cuffs together behind his back so he cannot touch you. Your mouth moves down to his neck as you leave marks all over him causing him to moan in pleasure.

You loved how one day he could be an absolute monster but if you say you are calling the shots he completely bends to your will. It's the best of both worlds to have a submissive and a dominant husband. You lay him back on the bed and take off his towel revealing his hard cock. You kiss his stomach and slowly trail your tongue down to his cock. Sliding it in your mouth as you slowly bob on him. "Aahhh b-bunny that f-feels so good!" He moans as you slurp him down. His body tensing up as you deep throat him. "She knows I love touching her this is torture" he thinks to himself as you slide his cock down your throat. "B-bunny p-please I need to touch you!" He cries out in ecstasy. You ignore him and pick up the pace as he tries to buck his hips into you. You push his hips into the bed so he can't more and suck harder than before. "Fuck baby I'm gunna cum!" He moans and just as he was about to release you stop and pull him from your throat. "Bunny w-why'd you s-stop like that? I was about to cum" he whines as his cock twitches. "You don't cum until I allow you to" you say smirking. After he had calmed down just a bit you take him back into your throat going just as hard. "Y-your driving me insane bunny!" He moans throwing his head into the mattress. And just as before as soon as he was about to cum you stopped. You did this about five times, edging him then stopping. He was a mess on the bed squirming and tears brimming his eyes. "I think he's had enough" you think to yourself. You grab his cock and stroke it slowly as it twitched in your hand. "Whose dick is this baby?" You say seductively. "It's yours!! B-bunny please let me c-cum!! I'm losing my mind please I'll do anything just let me cum!" He cries. You smirk and shove him back in your mouth once more. His body trembles from constantly being denied sweet release. "F-fuck bunny!! Please... I need to!" He moans gripping the sheets under him. You take him as deep as you possibly can and grip his thighs. Moments later his cock swells as it has every time he was about to cum. "C-cumming bunny!! Please don't stop!" He yells and you comply not stopping for him. "Fuuuckkk!" He cries as he shoots his cum deep inside your throat. You slurp up every drop as you remove him from your mouth. His body littered with sweat. You kiss his cock before pulling him up and undoing his cuffs.

He grabs you and throws you on your back on the bed quickly tying your wrists to the headboard and your ankles to the a pole to keep them open. His eyes filled with anger and lust as he climbs between your legs. "You are such a naughty bunny" he growls before ripping off your bra and panties throwing the torn fabric on the floor. "Now it's my turn" he says opening his mouth to reveal his tongue has been changed to a thick tentacle. Your eyes widen at the sight and he smirks loving the fear in your eyes. He then remembers something. He grabs a silk scarf from your drawer and covers your eyes with it. Going back to your legs he admires your wet pussy before laying on his stomach and running his fingers through your folds. You jump at his touch as your sensitive from earlier. "So wet from just giving me head. So fucking sexy" he says slapping your inner thigh. He stick his tentacle tongue out his mouth dripping with saliva and slowly licks your pussy from top to bottom. You moan feeling it slither across your clit. He then slips the whole thing deep inside your pussy making your body jolt. "F-fuck!" You moan aloud. Begins to fuck you with it going as deep as he can. Your legs even tremble a bit from the pleasure. He rubs your thighs softly as he pulls out slowly and begins sucking and lapping on your clit. "Ngh~ mmm T-tamaki" you moan softly. The cups on his tentacle sucking on you adding more pleasure. Your fist balled up as you feel yourself close to cumming.

He stops devouring you leaving your body feeling needy. As you can't see him your heart beat pounds through you chest in anticipation. Suddenly you feel him grab your waist and rub his cock on your pussy making you gasp a bit. “I’d rather make you cum with my cock sweetheart” he says smirking. He slowly sink himself into you making you throw your head back. "So t-tight" he moans before pulling out and thrusting hard into you. It was amazing honestly, it was painful but the pleasure was even more overwhelming. Your toes curl and your body tenses up as he stretches you. Normally even during sex he was never a talker but tonight he was an animal. The vulgar things he moaned in your ear as he pounded you drove you mad. You couldn't speak only cry out and moan at the animal he'd become. "T-tama I- mmmnph~" you moan weakly at him. “What happened to my dominant little wife huh? Or is it that you just wanted me to fuck you senseless from the start?” He says as he slows his thrusts a bit. “N-no I~” you moan but was cut off by a rough kiss. You both moan into each other feeling pure pleasure. “What was that baby? Use your words” he moans before slamming back into you. He reaches up and removes your blindfold. Your eyes a glowing white from too much pleasure. He smirks at how gone you looked from him fucking you. “So fucking beautiful” he moans as he grabs your hips again to deepen himself. You throw your head back as you were close to cumming. Your pussy clenches down around him causing him to growl a bit. “Cum on me while I fill you up bunny” he moans as he feels himself about to cum. Your moans grow louder and louder until you finally release around him and just as he said after another hard thrust he cums deep inside you. “Shit! So fucking good baby” he growls as he rides out his climax. He pulls out slowly and releases your arms. Your body falls on the bed as your body twitches. He watches in amazement but feels himself getting turned on again.

You get enough strength to get up and stumble to the bathroom. You turn on the shower and get in letting the water fall on you head. “Damn that was amazing” you think to yourself as your legs still shaking. You quickly clean yourself up before hearing the door open. You look to see your husband coming in the shower. But something was off it’s almost like he was feral. He looks at your naked trembling body and gets on his knees. “W-what are you doing?” You stammer. Crawling to your feet he lifts your leg over his shoulder still looking at you. “I’m sorry bunny. But I need more of you” he says. You look at him as he slowly licks up your pussy. You moan and jump still sensitive from literally ten minutes ago. He moans tasting you more and more. Your hands slowly reaching for his hair. He laps at your clit at a nice pace as he strokes his cock to your voice. You could feel yourself already soaking wet. “Mmmmmph tamaki your driving me crazy today” you moan as your breathe gets heavy once more. “Good” he says as he slurps up your pussy juices. The noises turning you on even more. “I want you... to cum on... my face baby” he moans into you. You were close already and that sent you over the edge. You grip his hair and gush on his mouth as he slurps it up. Without another word he picks you up and takes you out the shower and sits you on the sink. He kisses you passionately as you wrap your hands around his neck. “Can we do it again bunny? I don’t know what’s come over me but I need you” he pleads as his cock throbs against your stomach.

You look him in the eye as you grab his cock and slide it in yourself both of you letting out moans. “T-thank you baby” he moans before he sets a slow but deep pace. You both blush as you tried to keep eye contact but you shut your eyes from the pleasure. “You look so gorgeous when your mind melts from me pleasing you bunny” he moans to you as he speeds up. “I love when you make a mess of me daddy” you moan back causing his eyes to widen as he grips your waist and pounds you. Your moans turn to cries of pleasure and your toes curl. “C-cumming baby! Ahhh god~” you cry as you cum hard on his cock dripping some out a bit as well. He doesn’t stop or slow down though instead leaning close you your ear a whispering. “That bitch could never make me feel like you do bunny. I’m yours and yours alone” he moans as he licks your ear. You dig your nails into his skin as your body shakes. Suddenly he thrusts so hard that he enters her cervix causing them both to moan loudly. “There she is” he moans before repeatedly thrusting like that. “Y-yes baby! F-fuck me” you cry out as tears of pleasure roll down your face. Turned on even more he grabs your neck and chocks you as you reach another climax. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you squirt a bit on his lower stomach. He smiles in delight at the mess you made. “I’m gunna fill up this tight little pussy baby” he moans as his thrusts become sloppy and needy. “Fuck yeah bunny I’m cumming!” He moans throwing his head back as he shoot straight into your cervix filling you up completely. As before he slowly pulls from you panting. With weak eyes you look at him panting still and cum dripping from you. He leans over and kisses you tenderly. “Can I do it one more time?” He asks drooling over you.

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Groggily wiping your closed eyes, you awoke from a deep sleep. It didn't take long to realize the sheets around you weren't yours. You weren't in your bedroom. You weren't even in your house.

You sat up on the pullout, more alert. Rubbing the sides of your head with your fingertips, you desperately tried to put the pieces of last night together. The clock next to the unmounted flat-screen told you it was two pm. What happened to you?

"Good morning, honey bunny! Or should I say good afternoon?" The cheery voice that broke your confused silence was easy to recognize as Sasha.

What you were doing in the living room of her apartment, you didn't know.  You turned around to see her cooking food for the two of you.

The early events of the night before were clear as day when you retraced your steps. Catching up with everyone, Hitch, Zeke's fiasco, and dancing around were all things you had no issue recalling. 

However, there was one last detail just out of your grasp. Dancing with your friends. . . then with Mikasa. . . but what happened after that? Was it- oh, fuck.

Realization set in and you scrambled off the couch. Clothes from the night clung to your body as you stumbled into Sasha's bright kitchen.

Sitting down on a stool with wide eyes earned you a concerned look. Sasha raised an eyebrow. "Are you okay, Y/n? You look a little sick."

You shook your head. "I'm such an idiot. Can you believe I kissed her? I bet she didn't even want to."

She chuckled and pushed a plate of food in front of you. "From what I remember, she's the one who initiated it."

"I can't remember anything that happened after that. Fill me in?" You started eating your breakfast as you awaited their answer.

"Well, to put it simply, you fainted."

"What?!"

"Yeah, right after you pulled away. You were just out after that. It's really weird how that happened, actually," She put a finger to her chin as she reminisced.

The food on your fork toppled off as you stilled in shock. "Sasha! You better be joking! That's so embarrassing, oh my god."

In an instant, she was leaning over the table to steady your frantic gesticulating arms.

"Hey, hey, honey bunny. Don't freak out. We were all pretty worried about you. Nobody laughed if that's any comfort to you. To help out Marco, I took you back here after I dropped off Connie. He didn't need to worry about you when he had the three drunk idiots to drive home." She took your free hand in hers.

"I should probably text them so they know I'm okay." You left your food unattended as you walked back to the couch to look for your discarded phone. Sasha took it as a sign that you were done and helped herself to the meal.

"I got a picture of you two if you wanna see it," she said nonchalantly through a mouthful of food.

You stopped your searching. "What? Mikasa and I? When?"

"Well, I got a few, actually. I have one of you dancing with her and one of you kissing her. And some others from when Connie and I were joking around."

"Sasha, why?" you groaned. "I already get enough cameras in my face."

She shrugged and continued eating your breakfast. You moved the couch pillows around in hopes of finding your phone.

A reoccurring buzz vibrated the carpet under the pulled-out mattress. You reached under to grab whatever the noise came from.

Luckily, it was your phone. Unluckily, it was blowing up with texts from Jean and Eren. The familiar ringtone sounded as a call from Jean came through. You rushed to pick it up.

"Hello? Jean? Woah, slow down, what's going on?" You could barely make sense of his frantic words on the other side of the line. 

"Y/n, thank god you picked up. Armin's hurt. We're heading to the hospital right now. We think he has a concussion or something."

"What? Oh my god, what happened? How is he?"

"We'll explain later. Come when you can. It's the same hospital we went to when Eren broke his arm."

"Got it, Jean. I'll be there. Keep him safe."

"Of course."

He hung up. You started towards the front door. "We have to go, Sasha."

"Why? What happened? You sound pretty worried. At least change before you got out. I have a spare set of clothes for you," she offered, already on the way to their bedroom.

"No time. I'll change on the way to the hospital." You unlocked the door. 

"The what?" Their confusion and worry were clear from their tone. Despite that, she nodded and frantically reached for her car keys, extra outfit already in hand.

Once she got a hold of them, you both jumped in the car and set off to the hospital.

"What the hell happened to you?" You were seated on the left side of the hospital bed with the rest of your bandmates scattered throughout the bland room.

"To tell you the truth, I fell down a flight of stairs," Armin said sheepishly.

"With a light push from Eren," Mikasa added.

"I didn't mean to push him! I bumped into him!"

"Yeah, nice one, Eren. You're a certified douchebag." Jean rolled his eyes.

"Coming from you, Jean, that's rich." Eren glared back at him.

"Man, why couldn't Eren fall down the stairs." Armin clawed at the bandage on his head in annoyance. "This thing is itchy."

"It's because you are stupid, and I am not," Eren fired back. You snorted.

"Oh yeah, definitely. Remind me who graduated early from college and who dropped out again?"

He scowled. "You dropped out too, idiot."

"Right, but I did it for the band. You did it because it was too hard," you snickered.

"Damn, Y/n. Go a little easy on me, will you? I spent my whole morning at the police station." He pinched the bridge of his nose like he had a headache.

Confused, you looked at Mikasa, hoping for an explanation. She avoided your eyes and stared at the ground instead. It was the third time she wouldn't directly look at you since you got there.

Armin noticed the interaction and frowned. "He went to get Zeke out of jail," they explained.

Eren sighed. "That was the plan. Until I changed my mind. The bail was a lot of money and, frankly, with all the shit he did, it wasn't worth it. It's a shame he'll miss my birthday again but what good would he cause anyways."

"Oh, I see." 

As distraught as he was the night prior, Eren was able to toughen up with Zeke instead of letting him back into his life so easily. It was admirable he could do such a thing after his previous reactions to Zeke's shenanigans. 

"What did he even do? I guess he pawned that guy's wedding ring but isn't he banned from Nebraska?" Jean pondered.

"Well, he didn't lie about some things. He is several million dollars in debt and he was on the run from the police. Explains why he looked like he was gonna shit his pants when the cops showed up last night," Eren said.

"Okay, but what did he do specifically?" Jean asked again.

"Oh, right. He robbed banks like it was a game. The motherfucker was literally bank hopping around Nebraska. Plus, he stole a bunch of shit from people and pawned it all. There were so many complaints filed against him that he was banned from a ton of pawnshops. He wasn't banned from the state. Just enough places that he felt like he was."

Jean's jaw dropped. "How many banks did he rob?"

Eren shrugged. "Around thirty."

"Thirty? What the hell is that guy on?" he mumbled.

You were surprised as well but glad it wasn't worse. Still, you couldn't believe that he'd been staying with you for less than a week and he already stirred up a whirlwind of problems.

Silence had fallen over the room for a moment before Armin broke it. "Y/n, can I talk to you for a minute? Alone," he said.

"Sure." You were curious about what he had to say to you. He'd been all fidgety during the whole half hour you were there.

Eren and Jean turned from their position on either side of the door and walked out. Mikasa stood from her seat to follow. She shot you one last glance but looked away before your eyes could meet.

Once the three were gone, you scooted your chair closer to the bed.

"What's up?"

Armin's brows furrowed as he brought his nail between his teeth. "Do you know what's going on with Mikasa? She's been acting weird all day. She's always been the closed-off type but she hasn't said more than a few words to us all day."

You frowned. If Mikasa was not only avoiding you but the others too, you could only assume what was on her mind. 

"You don't remember last night? Is amnesia a result of the fall?"

He blinked, confusion still evident. "No, I don't think so. Eren and Jean are just as clueless as I am."

Then you remembered how drunk the three of them were the night before. They must've lost track of things after having enough drinks. So Mikasa hadn't bothered to fill them in.

You tugged at Sasha's shirt collar nervously. "Mikasa kissed me." Armin's mouth fell open. Words came out fast as you tried to explain, "Or I kissed her. It's a little fuzzy, I fainted afterward. Sasha said Mikasa initiated it, though." 

"You- she what? You actually- wait, you fainted? Y/n, are you okay?" The panic in his voice rose as the confusion dissolved.

You placed a hand on his upper arm to stop him from sitting all the way up. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I'm not the one in the hospital bed, after all."

He smiled at that. "I guess that's true. But anyway, how was it?"

You felt your face heat up. You weren't expecting them to be so forward. Clearing your throat, you replied, "The kiss was. . . yeah, I'd say it was good."

They grinned. "I'm glad you finally acted on those feelings. Christ's sake, Y/n. You've liked her for how many years now?"

You smiled shyly. "Jeez, I don't know. Quite a few. But don't get your hopes up or anything. She clearly thinks it was a mistake."

Armin's smile disappeared. "You've gotta stop thinking like that. More likely than not, she needs some time to process. You know she gets reserved when she has to think."

So reserved to leave for two years?  Yeah, you knew. You were beginning to believe her behavior would lead to worse.

The blonde seemed to sense something deeper was nagging at you. "Wait, have you ever actually talked about what happened? I figured you spoke to Eren but now that I think about it, whenever anyone brought her up you shut it down."

That was enough to get you thinking. When Mikasa was gone, your friends knew better than to ask about her. Armin was right, you always shut it down. 

You never spoke about how her disappearance made you feel. You never even wanted to think about it. There were times when you couldn't push the feelings away anymore. Times when you couldn't do anything but cry.

Whenever that happened, you made a beeline for Eren. He was the only one you knew wouldn't pry. You never had to say anything. He would just understand. He never told anyone. He never complained. He never asked. He let you cry until you couldn't anymore. He was someone you were very grateful for.

Mikasa's leave was something that affected you more than you let on. Even if it was easy to tell that it was hard for you to deal with, no one knew the extent to which it was.

Remembering that time brought back every feeling you never dwelled on. You couldn't go through it all again. You knew why it was hard to think positively about that kiss.

"I don't want her to leave," you whispered, voice coming out more shaky than you intended. "I can't do it, not again."

Armin looked surprised. "Do you think she'd leave again? Why?"

Lifting your head, your gaze shifted from the floor to his wide blue eyes. "The last time something impacted her emotions so quickly she left us."

He nodded as realization dawned on him. "But the difference between now and then is that this is a positive thing. Come on, Y/n, I'm not blind. Before she and Jean were together, you were dancing around each other for years. Even Jean was shocked when she asked him out and not you."

You thought about that for a moment. Right he was again. There were always moments between you and her before Jean. You always thought you two had an unspoken connection until she asked him out. It seemed others thought so as well.

You smiled hopefully. "Yeah, you're right. Maybe this is a good thing. I mean, I've had these feelings for years so maybe it's good I finally acted on them."

They smiled back. "Hope so. Just give her some time and she'll come around. It's Mikasa, of all people she would never ignore-"

The door banged open just as Armin was finishing his sentence.

Eren stood in the doorway with his phone held up and Mikasa and Jean not far behind.

"Hannes called. Couldn't wait any longer to ask. Are you two down for a performance at the beginning of next month?" He exhaled heavily, out of breath for some reason. "Mikasa and Jean here are already on board."

"You're coming back to the band, Mikasa?" Armin asked.

"Yeah. I miss it," Mikasa said quietly.

"Of course I'm down. It's been so long since we've performed," you chimed.

"So it's settled then. First performance in three months plus Mikasa's big comeback on April 2nd," Jean confirmed.

posted: 9/15/21

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no reposts, edits, or modification to my work by anyone other than me.

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|| Monsta X // Their s/o makes them cum in their pants ||

Type: Reaction, smutt, fluffy(?)

Warning: 7 Members

Hyunwoo:

Coming home after a six hour dance practice was a really good feeling, letting himself drop on the couch he moaned from the pain in his shoulder blades and legs. You came home only a few minutes earlier and already been to the shower "Go get a shower too, I'll give you a massage afterwards?" he nodded and looked at you loving. You waited for about 20 minutes until he came out with only a towel around his hips "Come here baby" he pouted at the nickname, knowing you didn't meant it lovingly but you only laughed. He sat in front of you, back turned to you as he slightly moaned at the pain relief he got through your hands "Would you please stop?" his moaning had a direct effect between your legs as you began to feel the wetness becoming more and more. His low chuckle didn't help either "Stop having naughty thoughts, will you?" you pressed into a torn muscle and laughed as he hissed in pain "Stop moaning already or I'll stop!" he nod and you continued until he turned around and kissed your lips passionately. The kiss wasn't long but his lips only left yours for a few second until he placed a possessive kiss on them and wouldn't shy away. You lightly pushed him away "Let's stop here?" you asked but he looked at you confused "You look really exhausted.." you looked worried but he only placed you on his lap "I'm never too exhausted to make you feel good." the smirk on his lips made you blush but he didn't even noticed as his lips were on yours forcefully once again. The hotness in the kiss made you move your hips right over his already lightly hard boner, which made him moan into the kiss you used this as an entrance to make both of your tongues twirl in his mouth. He always thought you on top of him was hot but taking the dominance made it even harder for him not to already take you there. He didn't even noticed that this made his bulge grow until the pre-cum was already tripping and the next pressure would make him cum. You however noticed and pressed your core down exactly were you felt him growing and with a loud moan he came without even you touching him properly. "You can't do that to me!" he said, cheeks kinda red because he normally didn't cum this easily "It's okay honey, we're going to continue this in the bedroom, won't we?" he nod and you only smiled reassuring him that it's alright.

Hoseok:

Coming to workout with him was boring so you tried working out yourself and even though you usually didn't do that a lot but you were kinda good, which made you motivated. Hoseok really liked seeing that and you with tight leggings and only a sport bra mixed with the training you and him did was enough to make him have dirty thoughts. You were doing some good old squats as hands grabbed your hips, you could already feel it was Hoseok "Let's go home and do some more workout there?" you laughed at his words and turned around "Sure but let me do this for some bit more, okay?" he nod and just sat down, starring at your ass as you continued to do squats. The way home was normal but he rushed you more than he usually would because his pants were getting tighter around his dick, mind filled with dirty thoughts. As he put in the pin for the door he made two mistakes but the third one was right so he threw his bag into a corner "Shower?" he asked but you shook your head no. You walked into the kitchen to drink a protein shake and gave him one too "You'll need the energy." you laughed and he pouted while drinking. You then placed your hand over his bulge, smirking at how hard it was and placing needy kisses on his Adams apple and neck, his light moans sounding like a melody to you as you palmed him. It didn't took him long to push you away and place your hand in his "I don't want to finish already." he said serious but your smirk told him that you won't behave "That hard already, bunny?" you asked, letting your hand slide out of his over his chest to his dick where you only put on a little pressure before you felt his pants becoming wet "You will regret that sweetheart" he chuckled.

Hyungwon:

The both of you were currently taking a nap when soft moans woken you up. Besides being woken up it was such a pleasing situation you just stared at him for a few minutes. He was laying on his back, palming himself while his other hand tried to muffle the low moans he made. Seeing him like this was a big turn on for you so you decided to switch his hand with yours and now were massaging his dick. His moans increased when you slide your hand into his pants and lazily stroke his dick "Y/n" he moaned while slowly opening his eyes "Good Morning" you smiled and kissed his lips, soon he looked down, watching your hand and biting his lip. "What was your dream, it seemed" you grinned "Nice" your eyebrows raised he laughed a little. He didn't answer but got your hand out of his pants and lifted you onto his lap while kissing you sloppy. You felt how hard he was and began to move your hips, adding more pleasure for him you began to suck on his neck, knowing exactly where his weak spots are. He tried his best to stop you but feeling so much pleasure he couldn't, his hands roaming over your body as he moaned into your ear. "Y/n if you don't stop I'm going to cum" he moaned stuttering causing you to smirk into the kiss you were now planting on his lips. His words didn't encouraged you but motivated you to press your hips a little lower and even adding a little tongue to the kisses and then, just how he said, he came into his pants creating a wet little spot between his legs. "You're so embarrassing" he said, ears turning slightly red as you giggled a little "I'll make it up then" you whispered and laid your lips on his once again.

Kihyun:

Teasing him was never a good idea so you tended not to do it a lot but somehow you found yourself sucking on a icecream today, kinda feeling needy for punishment. But even when Kihyun told you multiple times even in a demanding manner to stop, you didn't. You probably were fine with not cumming for a month but still not able to walk for a week. He thought you went crazy but his growing boner told everyone that he liked it, his member didn't noticed and he hoped they would never do that "Let's go, y/n." he said as he grabbed your bag "Why?" you asked in a innocent voice "You know exactly why and now go!" he sounded a little aggressive, his members didn't said anything because they didn't want to cause a even bigger fight. He liked that they had no clue but he didn't liked your behaviour, he showed that clearly as soon as you were in the car. He began rubbing your thigh and clit harshly, almost hurting you "Kihyun, don't be mad" you whined and he took his hand of of you and placed it onto the cartwheel "Mad? I'm not mad, I just feel like you shouldn't forget your place babygirl" you nod "I won't!" you smiled cutely "Quit that shit and stop talking." you never knew how much your voice alone was a whole turn on for Kihyun. Kihyun's dick was rock hard as you arrived in your parking lot, he shuffled in his seat as he adjusted it and then placed you onto his lap "I'm so grateful for these tinted glasses" he chuckled and placed a finger onto your lips as you wanted to say something but replacing it with his soon after. The kiss was hot and harsh as he shoved his tongue into your mouth, slowly you began to circle your hips over his tent. Capturing his groans with your open mouthed kisses, you felt how you became wetter with every second, not even realising how worked out Kihyun under you was already. "Stop." he moaned but you didn't, you traveled down with your kisses and occasionally sucked onto his neck "I said stop" it wasn't understandable because of his moans and groans but his tight grip on your hips told you he was close. "It's okay baby, just cum into your pants" you whispered and bit into his ear as you felt his pants becoming a little wet "Fuck" he hissed and bucked his hips up, wanting to finally get some real action "Round two?" he nod before placing you onto the backseat.

Minhyuk:

It's been two months since you saw him in real life but today that should change as you visited him in America, having a plan with the members on how to get into their concert was just one of many things you had to plan. It wasn't easy but no one ever said that so you just accepted that dating him would be an adventure. "Hey, how was your flight?" Hyunwoo hugged you while asking, each member waiting for their turn to hug you "It was alright" you laughed towards all of them and continued hugging the members "He's still getting his makeup ready but they should finish that soon." you nod "In which room is he?" you asked already walking into a direction "Room 203, walk to the end of this hall then turn left and the third door on the right." Kihyun answered this time and you nod while walking away. You got a little confused but still managed to be there on time "Surprise!" you screamed as you entered the room, seeing a makeup artist really close to his face while he was nearly sleeping in his chair "Go." your voice was dominating and she clearly had respect for you so she left. "Hey Babyboy" you whispered into his ear, he finally woke up completely and hugged you before placing you in his lap "I missed you" you smiled "I know, I did the same" you pecked his lips multiple times before slowly moving your mouth downwards to his jaw and neck "Please" he already was a moaning mess as you began sucking. You only had twenty minutes before he needed to be ready for the stage so you continued to suck really hard on his neck, creating dark purplish spots "Baby" he tried to stop you but his hardening dick told you his real feelings about this situation "She's going to cover up, it's her fault anyways" you smiled into his neck as you licked over the freshly made hickeys. He pressed himself into you and began to beg you to touch him "Please" he whined "I need you to touch me" you smirked "But you need to be on stage soon" you giggled into his ear licking and biting it afterwards. He continued to whine as you worked on his neck "If you want it that bad" you laughed and gave him one stroke before giving him a tongue kiss in which he moaned loud, his pants now having a spot in them "I think you'll need more than makeup now" his cheeks now where a bright red. Let's say the makeup artist asked to change the groups and never looked into your eyes again.

Jooheon:

Studio dates normally always went the same way, you bought food with you which you ate as soon as you entered then you cuddled a little before you sat on the couch in his studio, watching him work while being on the phone or just laying there sometimes even sleeping. It took a few hours before he finished but then you always went home and cuddled some more but today was different. After half an hour of just playing some dumb games on your phone he called out your name "Would you mind singing something in?" he asked which confused you a lot "You know I'm not talented? Why would you want that?" you laughed a little "Well, it's a sensual song so it's more of a moan? But you really don't need to do that!" his ears and cheeks now both were pink as you laughed a little more "Of course I'll do that. Any wishes what I should moan?" he gave you a piece of paper with only a few words on. You got into the extra room with soundproof walls and a high quality microphone, he gave you a thumbs up to show that you could now start which you did. It took about ten tries to make it the perfect one and Jooheon was more than turned on by that, which you noticed as soon as you came into his studio again. You smiled at him before taking your seat on the sofa "Y/n, I'm gonna take a break, come here pretty please." you laughed because he whined but came to his seat anyways "What do you want to do?" you asked curios because he normally didn't do longer breaks than five minutes and then he never told you. He rolled back with his chair and placed you onto his lap "I love how you sound, it's my favourite sound" he smirked and laid his lips onto yours with passion, you giggled in between kisses and then pushed him away slightly "You should go back to work" he nod and you walked over to the couch. His headphones played your moans once again and his rock hard dick made his pants tight around his hips which made him groan, he pushed his hips into the chair while he came. You didn't even noticed but you were in for a long night that day.

Changkyun:

It was a party like every other but as people went home your group of friends noticed that you weren't sleepy enough and decided to play truth and dare. After a few rounds you finally were to choose, the alcohol making you brave and risky you chose dare "Kiss the sweetest girl" Darek a friend of yours smirked as he looked over to Changkyun. Darek had a crush on you for years now so he tried his best to tease Changkyun all the time, he knew you never thought about genders that much so he chose to show Changkyun as well. "Miyeon, I hope you will take my kiss" you giggled a little and she nod while coming to you, sitting down in front of you, giving Changkyun a good view as how your tongue slipped into her mouth. Unfortunately for Darek Changkyun had a different reaction that only you would see, his pants got a little tighter with this show and you knew that exactly because he once told you he thinks girl's kissing or people kissing with tongue attractive in general. Also seeing how you must look while giving these kisses to him made him have dirty thought caused by how hot you looked grabbing her neck and jaw while kissing her passionately. "That's what I call a good kiss!" someone laughed which Changkyun couldn't remember "Okay it's getting too late, I have work tomorrow and just waited for my turn. See you guys!" Changkyun just went outside already without too many of them noticing "You look really hot while kissing" he smirked as he pushed you against the car to kiss you harshly "Let's continue this at home, they don't know about us!" you tried your best to be as secretive about your relationship as possible so you wouldn't ruin his career but he sometimes forgot that which causes him to kiss you in public. In the car you couldn't concentrate on your thoughts about papers you needed to hand in but the sensual song mixed with Changkyun's slightly hard penis. You reached over to his middle and slipped into his grey joggers slowly stroking him "Such a naughty girl" he groaned low, eyes still on the empty streets of the night "Can't wait till we home?" you shook your head no and his smirk just grew bigger "My girl is so needy for me" he chuckled and bugged his hips up as you made the strokes more strong and demanding. Before he could say anything he already came while you were now palming him, he didn't even turned red "Look what you made, such a mess. I couldn't even hold myself because of your neediness. Sounds like someone is getting punished today" the both of you smirked knowing that Changkyun himself was way too needy to tease you any longer.