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milf - jeon jungkook 🍪🍨🤍

(pics. from pinterest but I made the banner myself)

pair: hot neighbor!nonidol Jungkook x female milf reader

genre: smut, one-shot, age gap (32 and 24) hot neighbor

summary: You and your husband Hoseok have a 6 year-old. You want your marriage with Hoseok to work out but he's making it difficult. Even throughout these hard times you would not change your life for the world. Well.. What happens when you find out you have a new neighbor but to your surprise, he was truly the hottest man you have ever seen.

warnings: cursing, cheating, smut, not much aftercare :/ (tbh jk can't really shower her with love because they choose to have sex at the worst times so he just cleans her up quickly sorry), breast play, riding (car sex), ass slapping (light), unprotected sex (please use protection), kind of mean dom! jk, sub!femreader, bj, doggy style (hitting from the back), slightly possessive jk? dirty talk, age gap, breeding, mention of pregnancy (reader does not get pregnant), pet names, hair tugging, use of (slut, whore, etc.)

★ starring: le sserafim's Yun-jin (she's aged up to 32) & BTS J-hope (he’s aged up to 33)

jazi's note: hii thank you for the love on the teaser and I hope this fic lives up to your expectations. I worked really hard on it & this is my first fic I have ever written so please keep that in mind. I hope you guys can stick around to see what other fics I will release. Reposts, likes, comments, & follows are well appreciated. I really hope you guys love it have a great day love you!!🍪🍨🤍

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p.s. permanent taglist is open (for all fics)

"Have you seen him?!" your best friend Yunjin shouts in your ear while pushing her cart. You two were out grocery shopping while the kids were in school. Yunjin decided to join since she was off of work.

Yunjin and you have been best friends from 2nd grade up until college and after that. You guys met your husbands in college, but Yunjin got divorced last year. Yunjin got pregnant around the same time as you and moved next door. You couldn't be happier. Her son and your son are best friends I know it's cliche but whatever. Apparently, we have a new neighbor and according to her he is very attractive. Piercings, tattoos, muscles, he has a motorcycle, can cook, etc. he has it all. She caught a glimpse of him when she came to pick up her son Chul from his playdate with Eun-Woo and she won't stop drooling over him.

"No actually I haven't. I have been so busy with Eun-Woo starting school I haven't even introduced myself." you say scrunching your eyebrows still recovering by Yunjin's shouting. You weren't convinced that your neighbor was as hot as Yunjin was making it seem. "And let me remind you I'm married remember?" you announce as you show her your hand wiggling the finger that the diamond sat on.

Yunjin rolled her eyes lightly smacking your hand away. "Right, I forgot... whatever, this guy has the moms all over him. They are going after him like he's some piece of meat." Yunjin pouts wishing she got some time alone to talk to Jungkook. "And you aren't going after him... for his meat?" She side eyes you while you are looking for cereal. "I'm telling you ___ he's exactly your type and if you don't believe me just introduce yourself besides its the friendly neighbor thing to do." she said as she had a small smile on her face.

"I don't know Yunjin maybe if I get the time I can meet your next husband." you whisper to her as you both laugh.

You get home and place you bags down in the kitchen. You look up and see the time on the stove. 1:00pm... you still had an hour and forty minutes until Eun-Woo got out of school. You hear light talking coming from down the hall so Hoseok must be home in his office. You don't even bother telling him you are home because he hasn't been paying attention to you anyway.

Yunjin was right it wouldn't hurt to greet your new neighbor. The last thing you want is to seem rude and be the only one who has not introduced yourself to him. So, you made chocolate chip cookies since it would be wrong to go empty handed. You walked towards Jungkook's house with the container in your hand slightly nervous.

You lifted your fist to knock but the door swung open before you could. "Hi I'm-oh" Your eyes slightly widened as you looked up at him. He towered over you wearing a white fitted short sleeve shirt which exposed his arm tattoos and muscles. He had black fluffy hair and a lip piercing. You could see the outline of his abs through his shirt and his big doe eyes were so pretty looking down at you.

"Hey..." he spoke with a small smirk plastered on his face. You were not being very discreet when checking him out. It's not like he was hiding the way he was looking at your boobs either. "Oh Hi... I'm sorry I just.. um I wanted to introduce myself I live right across from you I'm ___. I made you these." You say softly while sticking out the container. he smiled at you looking at the container then back at you. His smile is so nice holy fuck. "Thank you so much. My hands are dirty so I can't grab the container. Would you mind coming in?" he asked. You shouldn't, you know you shouldn't go in it's clear that he thinks you're attractive and well you think he is too.. it's just wrong. "Sure."

"Great thank you. You can put cookies on the counter I'm going to wash my hands." he told you letting you walk in first. His place was organized it was way different than you expected. He walked over to his sink and started washing his hands. His hands are even attractive what the fuck.

Yunjin was right... he's exactly your type. shit...

"Why are your hands so dirty." you ask trying to make small talk. He looks up at you for a moment then nods his head to the direction of the window. You see the black motorcycle with his initials written on the side in a small cursive font. "I'm fixing it. Somethings wrong with the pipe." Wiping his hands on a small cloth... he still had something black smeared on his face jaw and a little on his arm, but you didn't say anything. He walked over to you and stood quiet for a bit.

"Are you doing anything today?" He questioned analyzing your face. You tried to look somewhere else. You didn't want to make eye contact with him feeling nervous under his gaze. "I have to pick up my son Eun-Woo from school in forty minutes and cook" you admit. "Oh, you're a mom huh." he's not really asking it's more of a statement. The look on his face shockingly does not show any signs of disappointment. "Do you have a husband? I haven't seen him with you." he pushes.

"Yea I do. We just... we aren't going through the best time right now that's all. It happens to a lot of people though." you tell him trying to reassure yourself realizing you overshared god you hate when you do that. "Hmm... I don't know how he does it I wouldn't be able to stay away from you." he admits playing with a strand of your hair and using his hand to tilt your jaw up. You two look at each other and you know what you are going to do next is wrong, but you can't help it. His lips crash onto yours and you grab at his arm. The kiss turns into a heated make out session running your hands through his hair. You hesitate for a moment wondering if you should take it further. You start unbuckling his belt slightly pulling his pants down.

"Is this, okay?" you ask pulling away from his lips as he tries to lean forward to kiss you again. "Yes, shit" he answers before reattaching his lips to yours as you softly palm him through his boxers. You push his chest slightly and get on your knee's looking up at him through your lashes. He threw his head back mouth slightly open and his eyes closed. His face alone has you wet as you continue to palm him. You pull down his boxers and his cock bounces slightly and hit's his abdomen. You were intimidated by his size, he was so hard precum was leaking from his tip.

You grab his dick and lick the tip. He hisses when you start to suck softly and use your hand to slowly pump up and down his shaft. He puts his hand on the back of your head as you start to bob your head. "Yea just like that.. fuck don't stop." Jungkook mumbles. You look up at him and he pushes your head further. Digging your nails in his thighs as you slightly gag on his length. “What you can’t take it? Come on I know you can do it baby.” Tears stream down your face as you bob your head down his entire length reminding yourself just a little longer. “Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum, are you gonna let me cum in your mouth. Huh slut?” he asks you while tugging on your hair. You slightly nod as he holds your head at the base of his length. He cums down your throat and you swallow as you release his dick licking the remaining cum off his shaft.

He pulls you up from your knees and you catch a glimpse of the time. 2:35 pm… you’re gonna be late if you don’t leave to pick up Eun-Woo right know. “Mmm.. Jungkook, I have to go. Eun-Woo gets out in 5 minutes” you tell him as he’s kissing down your jaw to your neck. He looks at you and pouts guilt hits you realizing you just cheated on Hoseok, you knew you should’ve never gone in his house. You tell Jungkook you guys will continue another day but you’re lying to him and that bothers you even more. You have to avoid him at all costs now. You rush out of his house not letting him respond and quickly get your car keys speeding off to get your son.

It's been two and a half weeks since you talked to Jungkook. Ok yes you guys did more than talking but whatever happened is in the past and it will never happen again. Today Yunjin and you are setting up a party for Eun-Woo and Chul's soccer team because they won a game. You're inside getting tape when you hear Yunjin talking to someone. "Hey, thank you for coming! Sure, can you just hold the ladder while I put this up? Thanks." Who got here already? We told everyone to come at 5:00 it's 4:09. You walk outside and are greeted with Jungkook holding the ladder as Yunjin's laughing at something he said. It gets quiet but you don't realize until Yunjin- "___ PASS THE TAPE MY ARM IS GOING TO FALL OFF IF I HOLD THIS ANY LONGER FUCK" Yunjin yells. You slowly walk over and give her the tape. "Sorry." you mutter "Actually, Yunjin can I talk to you really quick." you ask her while pretending to watch Eun-Woo and his friends playing inside to avoid eye contact with Jungkook. It doesn't help that you've felt his eyes on you since you stepped outside.

She finishes taping the banner, so you drag her inside and you don't waste time asking her. "Did you invite Jungkook-" Yunjin nods "God Yunjin why? He doesn't even have a kid he doesn't need to be here." You say to her as she rolls her eyes. "___ our other friends are coming, and they don't have kids why is he different? Plus, he asked to help, and I was not going to pass up that offer." she says smiling, but her smile drops realizing you're acting weird. She grabs your arm before you walk away. "Why are you acting weird? Did something happen between you two?" she asks gasping waiting for you to tell her what happened. You hate how she knows you so well you can't even lie to her. "It's your fault. You told me to introduce myself to him, so I did, and I ended up sucking his dick there happy?" you admit, and she starts jumping and runs to the kitchen.

You follow her and she's going through your fridge. "Hey, it's not my fault but I can't blame you. How big was it like this? or this? hmm?" she asks you while holding a cucumber in one hand and a banana in the other. You roll your eyes and put the stuff back, grabbing her hand to bring her back outside. "Come on we have to finish setting up." you tell her laughing at how she's whining saying you're "gatekeeping."

Eun-Woo and his soccer team love the party and you even got a "You're the best mom ever" from Eun-woo. Right now, the kids are debating what's the best candy and Yunjin is with Renni and the other moms probably talking about how hot Jungkook is. You realize the lemonade pitcher is empty, so you decide to make more. Jungkook walks in the kitchen not too long after you. "So, you just planned on ignoring me after what happened?" Jungkook asks you looking slightly hurt. You let out a breath and look at him. "What happened was a mistake Jungkook. I'm married you know that." you say sternly. Jungkook walks over and stands right next to you as you finish making more lemonade. "I don't care and if you really cared about jeopardizing your marriage you wouldn't have been on your knees for my dick so quickly." you hear a hint of jealously in his voice and you give him a dirty look. He grabs your arm and takes you to the bathroom slamming the door shut.

You push him against the door kissing him hard. You were so angry because the truth is Jungkook was right, but you didn't want to admit it. He unbuttoned your jeans and slid them down along with your panties. You run your hands through his hair continuing to kiss him roughly as he grabs your ass. He turns you around and you grab the edge of the sink. You look in the mirror and see him taking off his pants god he looks so good. "You're so wet. Have you been thinking about me this whole time?" Jungkook whispers you can teel he's smiling without looking at him. You drop you head lower and gasp when he shoves his dick inside you with no warning.

He starts thrusting hard giving you no time to adjust. The pain starts mixing with pleasure and you're biting you lip trying to hold in your moans. Jungkook grunts in your ear picking up his pace. "Fuck I wish I could be in this pussy forever. You're so good for me." he tells you pulling your hair so you can look in the mirror and watch him fuck you. Your knuckles start turning white from how hard you are holding onto the counter. He's fucking you so good that you can't even try to hold in your moans anymore. "___ are you in there? Are you okay?" Yunjin asks you sounding concerned. Your eyes get wide, but Jungkook continues to fuck you. You try to swallow your moans so you can answer her.

"Yeah.. mm. I'm fine I got a cut when I was cutting up the lemons." you reply whimpering. "Alright well hurry up... I can't deal with Renni alone. I'm suffering." she whispers the last part walking away. The sound of skin slapping and moaning fills up the bathroom it reeks of sex in here. "Maybe I should get you pregnant, I'll know you're walking around your husband full of my baby. hmm would you like that you whore?" Jungkook slaps your ass waiting for a response. "Mm fuck yea. Please fill me up with your babies I need it. Please can I cum.. baby let me cum on your cock please please please." you plead not even think straight. Jungkook let's out a breath feeling you tighten around him. "Yea cum on my cock show me how good I make you feel. Come on." Jungkook's pace is getting sloppy, so you know he's close. You guys cum at the same time moaning loudly. He turns your head towards him so he can kiss you. His pace slows down and he pulls out getting on his knees to watch his cum spill out of you.

"Can't believe you tried ignoring me after sucking my cock. Now you're here begging to cum on it." Jungkook scoffs pulling up his pants and grabbing napkins to clean you up. You scrunch your eyebrows feeling sensitive. "You should go out first, I'll be out in a couple minutes." you tell Jungkook looking at him with the most innocent eyes like he didn't just fuck your brains out. He kisses you one last time and walks out.

It's Saturday and even though Eun-Woo saw his friends on Thursday at the party he wanted to invite them over again. So, as they play soccer on the front lawn you made them snacks. Watching how their eyes light up when you put the snacks out brought a smile to your face. "Thank you, Mrs. Jung!!" Chul tells you while munching on chips and gives you a small hug running back to play soccer before you could respond. You lay on the lawn chair and decide to read a book. Letting out a huff you put the book on your lap. You can't stop thinking about Jungkook. What's he doing right now? You wonder if he's thinking about you too. You know you can't ignore him anymore he's ju-

"MOMMMM!!!" Eun-Woo shouts and you jolt up looking at him with confusion on your face. "Eunnie what is it?" you ask him softly walking over to him. "We kicked the ball to rough and it flew into Mr. Jeon's yard. It was only by accident I promise." he tells you pointing at Jungkook's house, and you smile at him. "It's okay Eunnie I'll go get it. Go to the backyard don't go on the sidewalk. If you need anything your dad's inside, okay?" you tell him starting to walk over to Jungkook's house. "Ok!" He says about to walk away. You're at Jungkook's doorstep until you hear Eun-Woo calling you. "Mom!!! We have another ball it's fine." You were about to step away until Eun-Woo yells again "Actually since your there can you get it pleaseeeee" he begs. You roll your eyes and stick your tongue out. Eun-Woo laughs running off to your backyard with his friends.

You knock on Jungkook's door, and he opens it with a towel hugging his waist. Abs on full display water droplets trickling down them. "Hey" you greet him returning the smile he's giving you. He looks so good his hair is damp and you can see his entire sleeve tattoo now. "Eun-Woo and his friends were playing soccer, and they kicked their ball into your backyard. Do you mind if I get it?" you ask him while your eyes flicker between his face and abs. "Not at all. Come in" he tells you opening the door even wider. "You have people over today?" he asks as you step in.

"Yeaa Eunnie wanted to invite some friends over to play." you explain looking back at him while you walk to his back door. You have trouble opening the door, so Jungkook walks over and opens it for you. You give him a small smile and look around his back yard. You spot Eun-Woo's ball and grab it walking back inside Jungkook's house. "Thank you sorry I'll tell them to be more careful next time." You tell him walking to the front door. Jungkook softly grabs your hand and turns you around putting a hand on your cheek. You look up at him and he runs his thumb over your bottom lip sliding it into your mouth. You softly suck on his thumb closing your eyes dropping the soccer ball. "Have you been thinking about me? 'Cause I can't stop thinking about you and your cute little pussy." He admits using his other hand to cup your cunt through your shorts.

You let out a soft moan nodding your head and opening your eyes when he takes his thumb out of your mouth. "I can't stop thinking about you." you tell Jungkook, and he runs his big hands down your back letting out a breath of relief. He uses one hand to grab your ass and kisses you softly. You put both of your hands on his face griding on him. You both pull away foreheads touching looking at each other in comfortable silence. "Jungkook. Please fuck me."

"I never thought you'd ask" he continues kissing you backing you up until you hit the island counter. "We have to be quick though" you tell him not wanting Hoseok to become suspicious. He nods sliding your shorts off but leaving your underwear on. He slowly turns you around and lays the upper half of your body on the counter. Your cheek makes contact with the cold counter, and you inhale sharpy. He drops his towel pushing your underwear to the side and grabbing his dick sliding inside. He puts a hand on your head and starts thrusting slowly. You let out a moan breathing heavy. Jungkook's thrust are slow and hard he starts picking up the pace using his other hand to rub your clit. You arch your back and you're a whimpering moaning mess.

Jungkook looks at your hand laying on the counter and notices your wedding ring shining as the sunlight hits it. He can't help but feel jealousy because he knows you go back to home to Hoseok at the end of the day and Hoseok wakes up next to you. He wants to be the one who wakes up next to you in the morning and he wants to take care of you when you're sick, he wants to be able to say you're his. Jungkook starts thrusting way harder than before not caring that tears are streaming down your face. "Who makes you feel this good? Whose dick has you coming back to them?" When you don't reply he smacks your ass hard. "You Jungkook only you." you scream. He continues to fuck you hard, and you reach behind you putting your hand on his v-line. "Jungkook slow down please 's too much." you tell him sniffling. He smacks you hand away and runs his hand down your spine.

"This is the only pussy I want.. are you gonna let me fuck it whenever I want? I feel you tightening around me. Cum with me baby I'm so close." You nod chanting Jungkook's name as you cum on his cock. He pulls out and turns you around your fucked out face making him reach his climax quicker. You jerk him off with the remaining energy you have left and he cums on your thighs groaning in your ear. You guys are both panting, and you rush cleaning yourself up putting your shorts back on. "Come back please. Don't ignore me we can make this work" Jungkook pleads looking at you with his doe eyes. You kiss him nodding knowing this time you won't ignore him. Grabbing Eun-Woo's ball you walk back to your house feeling sore.

"Mom finally your back. Oh thank you! Guy's she got the ball." Eun-Woo tells his friends grabbing the ball from your hands. They all examine the scratched-up ball with smears of dirt on it. "Where was it Mrs. Jung?" Chul asks you with curious eyes. "It was stuck in a bush, you guys kicked it pretty hard huh?" you tease them, and they all apologize as you laugh and ruffle Chul's hair. "It's okay guys I didn't mind getting the ball for you just be careful next time. Now go change before it gets too dark out, I'll take you guys out to get ice cream." They all yell and jump up and down in excitement running inside to get changed.

You run a hand through your hair looking at the different medications. Debating whether you should get Eun-Woo a stronger medication like his doctor recommended for his fever or just stick to the one he's using. You decide to just get both you'll talk to Hoseok and figure out which one to give him. You also grab a couple instant ttoekbokki packs since you and Eunnie have been craving it. As you walk towards the cash register you noticed a familiar figure in one of the aisles. You walk towards him looking at the ramen. "Too many choices huh?" You ask and Jungkook looks over and sees you. "Aish what are you doing here at this time?" he questions you smiling.

"Eunnie has a fever, so I came to get him extra medication. And we've been craving tteokbokki so I'm buying this too." you tell Jungkook, and you watch his smile turn into a frown hearing your son is sick. "Oh, that sucks. I hope he feels better" Jungkook puts a hand on your shoulder rubbing it softly. You give him a tight-lipped smile and huff. "Why are you here this late? Late night cravings?" it's your turn to ask him. He laughs nodding "I was thinking about my eomma's ramen. I started craving some and now I don't know which one to get." he tells you and you smile at the mention of his mom.

"Just get both" you shrug looking up at him. He repeats your action getting both ramens and you both walk up to the cash register. You guys pay for your stuff and walk out. "Wanna come in my car for a bit? If you don't want to go home right away." Jungkook offers and you look at him and roll your eyes smiling. "Yea and what are we going to do in your car huh?" you ask moving closer to him and he looks at your lips.

"Stop clenching your gonna make me cum already if you keep doing that." Jungkook throws his head back. You bounce on his cock even harder moaning loudly. Jungkook is laying in his driver seat and your legs are sprawled over his lap as you try to get off on his dick. The car rocking back and forth and windows getting foggy. "Fuck baby" you whisper flipping your hair over your shoulder looking down at where you two meet. Jungkook can't take his eyes off your boobs bouncing and he takes your left nipple in his mouth sucking and looking up at your face as you throw your head back keeping your pace. He uses his other hand rolling your right nipple between his fingers.

"Ughh fuck, fuck, fuck mm your dick's so big baby" you lean back putting your hands on Jungkook's knees as you look him in the eye. He switched to your right boob sucking on it using his hand to slap your ass occasionally. He let's go of your boob with a pop. "Mmm, I can fuck you seven days a week." Jungkook tells you and you laugh as that familiar feeling in your stomach comes letting you know you are about to reach your climax.

Well, this fuck-buddy-friendship shit with Jungkook won’t be ending anytime soon that's for sure.

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(tw for talk of autistic meltdowns and shutdowns)

I want to talk about autistic shutdowns and meltdowns Everybody experiences them differently so please be aware that I am only writing this from my personal experiences.

When I have shutdowns, I begin to have an extremely difficult time moving any part of my body. I become very stiff, and "locked in". My facial muscles tend to stiffen a bit, and I'm not quite sure what this looks like, but I know I can feel the muscles near the front of my eyebrows get tight and I can not relax them.

During shutdowns, because I can not move my body very well (Like it's close to nothing, my movement is severely limited during these times), I can not use my AAC device properly. If I tried, I would probably be only to press something like "I bad", and even that would be very difficult. This is not only frustrating, but very overwhelming for me, because when I have shutdowns I have a ton of thoughts all at once. When I have this many thoughts at once, I need a way to release them. But I can't. This is different from a meltdown, because in a meltdown I have very few thoughts, and the thoughts I do have are usually just very distressed thoughts of "Stop it. Stop it. I need to leave. No." but with a lot of cursing. In meltdowns, my body movement is not restricted, more so impaired, because my body will move a lot, it just won't do what I want it to do. Due to this I tend to run away from everything and everyone (when I really just want to leave the sitiation), violently stim such as hitting or biting myself (when I just want to express that I feel bad), yell or scream (when I just want to try and self regulate but my body WON'T stim helpfully), intense crying, and more things.

There is a similarity between shutdowns and meltdowns though, despite them both being very different. In both scenarios, my ability to communicate is super limited. If I am having a meltdown, I might hit my device, throw my device away from me, or hit myself with my device. If I am having a shutdown, my body literally just can not move enough to use it.

During my last shutdown I was able to write a short message in my phones notes app, to try and communicate my thoughts to my mother. What I was trying to say or explain was that I was feeling nervous at that time, because I was dressed interestingly (let's be honest lol. I was dressed EXTREMELY emo, and I was in a place full of rich looking probably cishet people who kept looking at me weirdly before the shutdown even started) and I thought that the people around me would think that because I was already dressed different, and was now acting different, that I was being attention seeking. What I ended up writing was "All Think I attention whore". (also I want to note that my clothes or how I present was not at all related to the shutdown. I was just extremely overwhelmed.)

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Is it alright to ask for future leo x Shy female reader? Smut

Kinks? Dirty talk, rough s3x, dom Leonardo (ya can say it happens after war? Or if future Leonardo happened to be in the present time)

Hi sweetheart!! i am so so sorry for how late this is!!! i wanted to make sure this was perfect!! i have a hard time writing leo, so future leo is a little harder and it took me a couple of drafts to get what you're reading now. i went with future leo coming to the present and i just wasn't sure how to go about future leo and present leo being in the same timeline? i think i figured it out though!! i digress, I'm just happy that you requested,,, I do hope you enjoy this! Pairing: Future!Leo x Shy! fem! reader, slight Present!leo mentioned genre: smut with plot? no angst really but no fluff unless you count the beginning with present! leo Pronouns: she/her with fem genitalia (princess used as a petname) word count: 3.6k warnings: explicit themes, cursing, no protection (wrap it before you tap it sweethearts), movie spoilers !!! rough sex, no lube, dirty talk, whore is used but leo doesn't directly call reader a whore the reader is just loud as a whore lol, I think that's all? possibly cheating but present leo and reader arent together? idk is it really cheating if its future you?

Casey jr reached out to Leon, not expecting to actually grab hold of him. Successfully bringing Leon through the portal, they landed ungracefully in the middle of times square. Realizing they made it to the past safely, they hugged each other, finally feeling safe enough to share a moment between son and father.

“How are we going to get the key?” Leon looked up from the picture he kept, Casey jr was distracted by the bright lights and the tall buildings. “Casey?” waving his arm to get Casey's attention, snapping back to focusing on Leon, Casey let out a tiny ‘hm?’

“We have to find my brothers.”

Here you were, face to face with what you presumed to be an older Leo, and a boy who looked like that foot clan soldier that hung out with yall sometimes. All you wanted was water in the middle of the night, only to find the two in your apartment, at 2 am. The three of you had paused, making eye contact with older Leo, he just looked you up and down with that Signature Leo flirty smirk. “So, this is how you dress when no ones around, huh?” you must’ve looked confused, he motioned towards your legs. Now realizing you were in a tank top and underwear, you muttered a quick apology and booked it back to your room to change.  

While you were putting on some sleep pants you could hear low murmurs of the two talking, hearing the words ‘brothers’ and ‘the krang.’ walking out to your small kitchen to finally talk to the future version of your best friend and the other kid. They didn't notice you had come back out, you made a small cough to alert them.

They both turned to face you, Leo’s smirk coming back to his face, while the shorter boy whose name you didn't know, just was looking at you softly. “So, I'm going to assume you’re the future version of my Leo? I'm sorry but I have no clue who you are” the second part directed at the shorter boy, he went to speak while Leo just nodded and had a small smile on his face.

“I’m sorry for not introducing myself earlier, I'm Casey Jones. You must be the pretty lady Leo always talked about, I never got to meet you in the future.” Casey ended up with a sad look on his face when talking about the fact he never got to meet you, he would've liked to have met the woman his Master was always reminiscing on.

You genuinely had no idea which part to think about, was he Cassandra jones's son? What do you mean you two never met? Leo talked about you in a way that was obviously more than just friends. “Okay, first of all, is your mother Cassandra jones? And second, what do you mean we never met?” you purposely left out the last thought, it wasn't a good time to talk about this.

“Ah! You knew my mother? And uhm,,” he looked nervously towards his Master, who looked incredibly sad and angry, but softened up when he realized Casey was looking towards him. “You did meet her, you were just incredibly young. You helped watch over Casey jr for Cassandra,” the last part directed towards you “but I died young, and so early in Casey Jr's life that he doesn't even remember me?” Leo didn't make eye contact.

“Well, we can talk about that later, I'm assuming you found me to help you guys find the boys right?” both of them nodding, you looked at the time on your stove. It read 2:30 am. Donnie would definitely be up still, sighing you turned around and pulled out your phone, quickly dialing your best friend.

“You’ve reached the line for Donatello, may I ask why you are still up when you have a very early morning shift?” as always, Donnie was quite the hypocrite. “I could ask you the same thing Donnie, but no i doubt I’ll be going to work tomorrow. Look, I just need you and the boys to come to my apartment, bring April and Splints if you can.” you could hear him sigh at the thought of having to wake Leo up and hear him bitchin’ about his ‘beauty sleep.’

“Alright, whatever you need, we’ll be there in, 15 minutes, give or take. I'll text you if Leo gives me any trouble” you laughed, Leo was such a pain in the ass to wake up “just tell ill give him a kiss if he gets up” You giggled at Donnie's gag, he was so funny to mess with. At this point you had turned to face the future boys again, seeing the older Leo raise an eyebrow at your comment. Red-faced, you invited them into your living room to keep them comfortable and get some rest.

It was less than ten minutes before your blue-clad hero was portaling straight in front of you, the rest following after him. He scooped you into his arms, rubbing his face against yours, mumbling about how tired he was and how ‘mean’ and ‘cruel’ Donnie was for waking him. You just giggled, allowing him to nuzzle against you basically, Donnie's cough broke the both of you apart. You two weren't together but acted like you had been married for decades, Leon just smiled softly at the two of you, thinking back on how much he missed that feeling.

“So these two appeared in my apartment when I was going to grab water,” you motioned toward the men on the couch, making the rest of the team turn to face them. Leo still clinging onto you, but instead of it being in a sleepy way it was more protective. Leon meant no harm but he knew how he was pretty protective of you in his timeline. 

Leon couldn't help but keep thinking back on when he first saw you, nothing on but a tank top and the cutest white panties. He knows he should be more focused on getting the key and protecting the world from the Krang, but goddamn, you had looked so fucking hot. He seriously doubts younger him would be away from you in order for him to get close to you, no matter what version, Leonardo hamato was protective of his girl. 

Even at this moment Leo was eyeing Leon, whose eyes happened to be drifting a little too close to the cut of your tanktop. Leo wasnt the only person to catch onto this little ‘subtle’ action, Leon was snapped out of his little drool session by none other than Casey jr. he had this awful scowl on his face that told Leon to cut the creepy drooling.

Thankfully you hadnt picked up on the eyeing, or so Leon had thought, you definitely felt his eyes on you. Truthfully it was kinda nice to be looked at like that by a Leo version, your Leo was so respectful to the point it hurt. You dropped hints left and right about wanting to be at the very least fwb, you wanted a full relationship with him but didnt know how he felt. The most your Leo did was painful flirting and pickup lines that you wanted to go further but didnt.

So, to have a leo eye you up and down spiked your confidence and made you a little hot and flustered. No, this was not what you needed to focus on right now. You needed to focus on why they're here and what sort of danger you guys were in, but all you could think about now was Leo’s arm wrapped around your waist. You knew he was protective of you but damn, from himself? Thats hot.

Raph could sense the tension between Leo and Leon, he shouldnt be surprised that the two Leos would be sizing each other up. It was silly to him to think that leo was sizing his older self up just because he looked at you, but it was Leo so. Coughing to break the tension and get the attention on himself worked, “okay, what’re ya doin here and how’d ya get here?”

“We’re here to stop the Krang from getting to our dimesion and causing a war, and we’re here because Mikey made a time portal. He figured this was the time before it got stolen,” everyone groaned and looked towards Leo, who looked guilty, sweating and all.

“Yeah,,, so what happens if the key was already,,uhm stolen,,?” doing his signature ‘im too cute for you to be mad at me’ smile, Leon look pissed. There was definitely no coming back from that, sure Leo looked scary when angry but Leon? He was terrifying. Maybe it was because he’s already lived through the apocalypse and would rather not do it again, but damn was it also hot as hell.  

“What do you mean it was already stolen?” Leon stood up, making everyone back up. He was a bit taller than Raph, meaning he towered over everyone else. “Are you responsible for losing the key?” at this point he was leaning over Leo, quite a bit. Leo gulped, indicating it was infact his fault for losing the key, and it seemed Leon was not going to get over it.

“Okay wise guy, if it’s your fault for losing it, it’s your sole purpose to find it and get back. Do you understand me, Leo?” Leo nodded vigouresly, trying to seem like he wasnt intimidated, but even Donnie was slightly scared. 

“Okay, here’s the plan, we’re going to go back there and getting the key. We’re going to put an end to this whole thing.”

Getting there was easier said than done, and thanks to leo for ruining the surprise attack, it was even harder to get the key back. There wasnt enough of the donnie pods for everyone there, meaning some people got stuck there. You saw the whole thing happen, Leo escaping his pod and grabbing the key only for raph to use his pod on Leo. Leon had stayed back, letting casey jr get the donnie pod instead, meaning it was you two and raph who got left behind. 

It happened so fast, raph getting taken and Leon picking you up to get the hell out of there before the Krang kidnapped you both as well. He held a hand against your mouth so your cries and wails for Raph were muffled, you tried your best to get out of his grip to get to raph but it was futile. Leon had a good grip on your waist, throwing you over your shoulder, pulling you back down into bridal style once he realized you watched raph being taken.

“Hey, hey, shhhh its okay, we’ll get raph back. It’s going to be okay,” his attempt at comforting you made you wail even more, making him wince at the sound. As he was running away he was trying to find a room to bar up to stay safe from the krang and their zombie army. Spotting an office not too far from the train tracks, he opened the door, sat you down and went to work on baracading the door and windows. At this point shock had set in and you had stopped loudly crying but, tears kept falling making your neck and pants wet.

Sighing, Leon sat down next to you, trying to think of ways to help. He thought maybe pick up lines would work, “yknow, i could totally help distract you from your thoughts” he had leaned down to whisper those words in your ear. You looked at him, taken aback, only to see he was red faced and still clearly shaken as well. Realizing this was just his attempt at helping you calm down, you let him continue, squinting your eyes and nodding at him.

“You’re just as beautiful as the last time i saw you, you know?” that caught you off guard, in true leo fashion you were expecting a flirty look after a dirty joke. You were not expecting for Leon to call you beautiful, “what?” you breathed out, his face softening. He’d have to have a conversation with his younger half with how to woo the ladies.

He reached out to caress your face, you leaned into his touch, of course the softest moments with a leo wouldve been with his older, future counterpart. He was leaning closer and closer in to your face, til he just slowly kissed you. You were shocked at first but slowly melted into it, it was the softest kiss you’ve ever recieved in your life. You could tell he was pouring everything he’s ever wanted to say to you, or your future counterpart, but couldnt get it into words.

His kiss slowly grew into something hungrier than just love, it was obvious he was wanting something else but was restraining himself. His hands had moved to wrap around you, pulling your body closer and under him more. One hand was gripping your hip, hard, while the other was wrapped around your waist.

Soon you found yourself completely under him, your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands holding himself were by your face, basically caging you in. still making out, your arms had reached up and found themselves resting on his shoulders, squeezing every now and again, making him let out cute gasps and moans.

Moving one of his hands to grip your waist and bring you up closer, leaving his other arm to hold his weight. “Can we go further?” he had pulled back to fully face you, trying to catch his breath, chuckling a little when you chased his lips. You paused, it was clear you were really thinking this through and he appreciated that. 

“I would love to,,, just- wh- ugh, what about my leo? I dont want him to think id just go for anyone and i really like him, i dont want to basically cheat,” you were frustrated and as much as you wanted Leon to rock your world, you cared too much about your leo. “Hm, i do see where you’re coming from but is it technically cheating if it’s the same person? Besides, you can find out early what you’re getting into,,at least down there wise. Between us, Leo is done growing down there” your eyes widening at what he was trying to get at, but was it really considered cheating if it was leo, just older him?

Fuck it. It’s not like you didnt care about leo, you just wanted him so bad and here he was wanting you, well a version of him wanting you. You gave your answer in the form of kissing Leon hard, pulling him down to you. During the kiss he somehow managed to get your pants off and thrown somewhere in the office,he pulled away from the kiss and looked down he saw it was the same pair of panties he saw earlier. He didnt think he’d see them again, tuggin on them to ask you if he could take them off.

“Please fuck me leon, i need you”

Didnt need to tell him twice, he practically ripped your panties off of you. Leaving the rest of you clothes on, he reached down to feel that you were soaked. Your panties were a dark gray in the crotch area, showing just how aroused you had been. Looking away embaressed at just how wet you were, Leon just simply chuckled thinking it was hot that you were aroused enough to not need lube or spit down there.

He was teasing you by rubbing your clit and just gently sticking the tip of his finger in your hole, missing where you needed him the most. It was clear that he was going to tease you mercilessly, simply trying to pull the noises out of you, which he successfully did. Finally after your incessant begging, he stuck a thick finger in you, pumping it in and out trying to get you prepped.

“Please just fuck me already” you breathed into his mouth, just barely kissing him “sorry princess, i gotta get you stretched and prepped for my cock” just that sentence made you moan into his mouth. He closed the distance and swept you right back up into making out, the soft kisses were far gone, instead being replaced by hard and hot kisses. While he was kissing you tried to stick another finger in you, making you whine and pull away. You were obviously very hot and bothered and he wasnt helping at all, teasing you and making you moan.

Fianlly though, he decided that you were ready, he took both his fingers out. He showed you the wetness on his fingers, he slowly licked his fingers to clean them, not stopping the eye contact he held with you. He leaned up and off of you, pulling his pants down to his ankles. His cock was out and free now, your eyes widened at the sight of it, how did you not notice it in his pants? And if he was right, your leo was also carrying that. He leaned back down to you, resting it right between your legs.

“Impressive right?” he had looked up at you and waggled his eyebrows, classic leo. 

“Yes, it’s very impressive” giggling, you reached up to just hold his face, rubbing you thumbs on his face. Leaning in to your touch, it made your heart melt.  “I dont know how much i can hold back, princess,” he looked a bit worried, but you honestly couldnt care if he went hard.  “Thats okay, Leon” smiling softly, you knew he was most likely nervous and so were you.

Taking a deep sigh, he readjusted to where his cock was resting right at your cunt. He pushed it in gently, not wanting to hurt you. The stretch was enough to make you cry, it had been a long time since you’ve done anything and especially with someone this huge. Leon stopped noticing that it was obviously painful, resting for a moment so you could adjust.  After a minute of adjusting, you nodded to tell him to continue.

“Youre takin me so well, princess” he had finally bottomed out, he leaned down to kiss both of your cheeks before kissing your lips. While trying to distract you by kissing, he slowly slid his cock in and out, finally getting a nice pace going. He not so slowly started to let go and started going at a harder pace. 

“You’re so pretty when you’re under me” he pulled your hips up more to hit a certain spot, making you moan louder than you have yet to. He quickly put his hand over your mouth, while he wanted to hear how pretty you sounded while you got fucked, now was not the time to be a loud whore.

“God, you feel s- so fucking good, princess” his hips were now slamming against yours, he was clearly just to fucking kill you with pleasure. There was no stopping him at this point, he wasnt lying when he said he wasnt going to hold back. Moaning behind his hand and slightly drooling wasn’t his only indication that you were into this, you were soaking wet and meeting his hips at every thrust. You were close, you had no clue if he was, it seemed he was at times and other times he restarted on the orgasm meter.

It was only when he started whining and his hips were faltering in pace, he started moaning and trying to go even harder. “ ‘m about to cum, where,,’m fuck you feel so good, where do you want me to cum?” you were so fucked out of your mind that you didnt understand what he was saying to you, so of course he went with the common ‘pull out and cum on the stomach’ move.

He was close, he just needed to make you cum before he could, he was a gentleman of course. He started rubbing your clit in figure eights, the pleasure becoming too much, making you cry and shake your head ‘no.’ finally, you came and he could tell by the loud moaning of his name and the insane grip your cunt had on his dick. You coming pushed him over the edge, quickly pulling out and resting his cock between your thighs, he came right onto your stomach and a little bit landing on your shirt. 

He leaned down onto you, the both of you panting and trying to catch your breath. You quietly slipped into a peaceful slumber, Leon was a bit concerned but it was quickly dissolved when he heard snoring. He gently put your panties back on, kissing right at the band, then putting your pants back on with an urgency. He had forgotten where they were during the moment, he pulled his pants back up.

Picking you up and carrying you out of the office, after a bit of searching he found the gang. Immediatly Leo rushed to Leon upon seeing you in his arms, he gently took you out of Leons arms. He didnt like the way Leon and you both looked disheveled but put it away as you two had a rough time getting back to the group. 

“Leo, i would suggest admitting your feelings to her, soon” winking at leo, “you never know who could come and sweep her off her feet before you can.” Leo didnt like the way Leon looked so smug, so he just nodded seriously. Turning around with you still in his arms, he told Leon the baisc gist of the plan. They immediatly put it into action, Leo wondered why your shirt was stained with something sticky at the bottom.

[thepaperpanda]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 26 - A Good Boss || Santiago “Pope” Garcia x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: Consider a scenario in which you and your boss are into each other. It doesn't happen very often, right? Now imagine that your boss is Santiago Pope Garcia, and he already knows you better than anyone else on the operational team…

Warnings: smut without plot (unprotected)

Word count: ~ 1010

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Wall Sex First-person narrative style is used in this fic

Santiago Garcia was watching me; he watched me constantly nowadays; he was the head of the operation I was part of; he was the same man who had me standing over his desk not a week ago, pleading for his cum.

Here he was, practically eye-fucking me. It's just a matter of getting your work done, you moron, I thought to myself. Don't pay attention to him, ignore him, pretend he doesn't exist. 

I got absolutely nothing done during the rest of the day, my mind drifting to that night. Because I was staring at my screen so hard, I didn't notice that the rest of our team had left. As I finish packing up, I rush to the door. I hear him call out to me as I walk past his office. My heart races as I turn to him. "Yes, Mr Garcia?"

As he saunters to the door frame, grinning, he takes his time looking at me from top to bottom; after what seems like an eternity, he responds, "Why have you ignored me the entire day?"

Looking him square in the eye, I say, "You know why, it was a mistake, it shouldn't have happened." 

I remember you enjoying yourself quite a bit," Santiago whispers, grazing the back of my cheek with his fingers.

Glaring at him, I smack his hand away. "That doesn't mean shit, and you know it. Fuck you for thinking otherwise, you cocky bastard." Turning, I turn to walk out, but am thrown against the wall before I could go too far.

"Quite a mouth on you, I like it better when you moan my name," he closes in on me and pushes me against the wall, mouth close to my ear, one hand resting on the wall beside my face, the other trailing down my chest.

I try to leave again, but his hand flies to my throat.

Santiago whispers into my ear, nipping at my lobe, "I know you have been thinking about it. Don't deny it."

With a struggle, I spit out, "I haven't. I don't care about cocky, self-centered idiots."

Suddenly, I'm yanked into his office, the door closing behind us. He warns, "I'll fuck you until you're too tired even to speak."

As our lips crash together, I try desperately to get him off me, but he is just too strong for me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I ask.

My chest presses into the wood as Garcia forces me onto the desk. Kicking my legs apart, I curse myself for wearing a skirt that day, hating that he was right - this is exactly what I wanted, as evidenced by the damp spot on my underwear. 

He pulls my underwear off without warning, tearing my cry from me; he plunges a finger into me, up to his knuckle, with full, unhindered access.

As I recall the last time I was bent over this desk, my cunt flutters around the intrusion as I moan loudly like a whore.

Adding another finger, he scissors me open; at least he had the courtesy to work me open first. As he continues to fuck me, pleasure starts to rise; adding another finger, he continues to fuck me with his fingers.

As I turn my head to look at Santiago, I see his bulge clearly visible as he stares intently at his fingers.

I whimper, the pleasure almost reaching its peak. As I pressed back against him, he thrusts his fingers faster, forcing me back down onto the desk. He pulls out completely just as my orgasm crests.

In a chuckle, Santiago pulls himself out of his pants and says, "You don't get to cum until I tell you." Rubbing his engorged cock against my slit, my hips pitch uncontrollably.

You are a wanton whore. Does your superior teasing you with his cock turn you on, Y/N?"

Almost unable to contain myself, I moan, "Fuck you." Just as my pleasure started up again, I shout as he pushes to the hilt inside of me.

It feels like I'm being torn apart, his thick length filling me, his pink bulbous head kissing my cervix; I swear I can feel every vein, his balls pressing firmly against my clitoral region.

Then, he pulled out up to the tip, pressing a hand against my spine, setting a punishing pace, skin slapping against skin, desk making horrific sounds as it rocks with Santiago's every hard push.

Garcia flips me onto my back and hooks my legs onto his shoulders.

My juices leak down the crack of my ass as Santiago smacks his dick onto my mound.

He pushes back into me as he looks at me, continuing his slow pace; he keeps my gaze, and every time I close my eyes, he smacks my cunt, causing a whimper; he takes pleasure in my moans, taking pleasure at the fact that I hadn't cum yet, basking in my pleasured frustrations. His arms are tightly wrapped around my waist as he lifts my almost ragdoll body against the wall, continuing to pound furiously. “You like that, don’t you?” Santiago asks, pressing his lips down on my earlobe as he grunts in my ear. “You like having me inside, huh?” His strong hands hold my ass firmly, keeping me from falling.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I let him use and abuse me the entire time. “Oh, fuck, Santiago, fuck, yes!” I make sure my legs are tightly wrapped around his snapping hips.

"Cum on my thick cock, little one," he encourages.

In my orgasm, I clench so hard that he is nearly forced out. Electricity shocks through every nerve in my body as I roll my head back, resting it against the wall.

In one final thrust, Santiago grasps my neck with his teeth, filling me with his warm seed. Every rope splashes against my cervix, filling me to the brim as Santiago lets out a loud grunt of satisfaction. "Well, we see you're capable of being a good girl if you want to be."

[gay-flyboys]

Weekend WIP Game

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more).

Thanks to @happiness-of-the-pursuit for the tag!

1. WIP List:

True Colors Shine in Darkness and in Secrecy

Flower Soulmate Au

Rust (in editing)

(Not) Threesome

Coach Alex

Diabetic Alex Au

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

True Colors! I have about 33k posted and 1.6k written for the next chapter, but it's not even halfway done. Of just drafts/unposted, Rust, sitting pretty at 16k words for a one-shot.

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

True Colors, easy. I'm expecting it to end somewhere around 80-90k with the rate I'm currently going at. But, Rust is part of a bigger series, and I have no idea how long that will run.

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

I haven't started yet bc I'm saving it for nanowrimo but the (not) Threesome fic is fully outlined and is calling out to me literally every day.

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

Not intimidating but writing Flower Soulmates has been. Challenging. I want so desperately for everything to make sense and flow and it's probably the most serious, and it's going to be a lot bigger than I initially intended for it to be. That is a little overwhelming sometimes so it's been sitting for a while.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

Uhhh all of them? I don’t tend to trust myself or like my fics until like a week after their posted tbh

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

I have a few on Rust just bc of the sheer length of it. I'd prob at least get a consultant for the Coach au bc it's in a spot I don't know much about (NYC + Law school heavy) so I want to make sure I'm not offending everyone on the east coast. Also Flower Soulmate is so special to me that I'm going to want someone to pick it apart with a fine-toothed comb.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

TRUE COLORS I'm so sorry everyone who follows it. Something about the chapter I'm on being the most uhhhh lined out for me without much wiggle room killed my creativity. Also the flower soulmate au for a bit. Again, it follows canon so like. Sticking to the word of the book is a little boring

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

The only named OC is currently in (Not) Threesome. He's been my baby since I was 16 (so 6 years now). He started off as a SPN OC literally so I could write a silly little one-off about him helping Dean figure out he's bi, and now he just vibes and I love him. His name is Dio and he's a WHORE (affectionate).

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

True Colors. Literally a rewrite of all the RWRB sex scenes. It's literally nothing BUT sex.

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

Probably Flower Soulmates. The whole concept revolves around soulmate injuries, and while nothing non-canon happens to the boys, it does follow canon typical angst. Basically none of the others do that. They're pretty fluffy or sexy and that's it.

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

I have to say True Colors only because I'm reeeallllyyyyyy trying to keep the characters book accurate. It's an expansion of the book, so I've been paying close attention to how they talk and act and making sure they're as close as I can get.

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

None of them have a particularly fun setting lol, I'm not much off a world builder. I think that Rust and it's following fics are going to be really fun, though.

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

True Colors literally only on the basis of how long it already is and how long it will be.

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

True Colors and Flower Soulmates. True Colors bc it's my most watched and I keep comparing it to the books. Flower Soulmate because of everything I've explained above.

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

I don't remember any of my dreams so maybe! Couldn't tell ya.

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

Flowers is just heavier than the rest, True Colors I feel needs to be correct to the book. Diabetic au I feel good about bc it's personal experience but having to deal with medical accuracies and also another version where Alex has a service dog and all that shit entails.

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

I think Rust is generally pretty funny and I think the Coach au is going to be fun when I get to it

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

Not especially? (Not) Threesome does feature an OC of mine who we learn a bit about but it's still from a familiar POV, so like. Doesn't count.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

Diabetic Alex au has two major, distinct parts. There's a 5+1 of mundane diabetic bullshit bc I felt like the only diabetic RWRB fics glamorized and made diabetes this massive fucking thing when it's not. The other is a rewrite featuring Peter, Alex's diabetic alert dog and how that changes everything from the get go (Philip is a fuckwad, spoilers). Also that this whole idea was how @inexplicablymine and I became friends

I don't think I have enough ppl to tag tbh but @affectionatelyrs @inexplicablymine @user-anakin @hypnostheory @read-and-write- and anyone else who wants to <3

[casspurrjoybell-18]

Worthless - Chapter 6

*Warning Adult Content*

Asher

For hours he beat me, sometimes taking breaks while the others filled in.

Every punch, every kick, leaving marks.

Curling in on myself, I put all my attention towards blocking out the pain.

I didn't move an inch, didn't make a sound.

I knew from experience that it would only make it worse.

If I was good and took my punishment then it was easier.

If I didn't, I shuddered as I did my best to push down the memories. 

The sun was starting to set and my body was going numb.

My pelt, slick with blood, gave the only indication that I was, that I should be, in pain.

I wasn't a doctor but I'm sure  some of my bones are broken.

I was glad I couldn't feel anything.

At least physically.

'Bastard. Wretch. Whore. Abomination.' 

Names that were all too familiar were spat at me, his words like a whip.

I began to believe they were true, started to agree in my mind, anything that would make him stop.

Minutes passed before I realized that the blows stopped.

I gathered what courage I had and looked up, instantly regretted it.

His eyes bore into my own.

The rage, the hatred, they held made me whimper but I couldn't look away.

My body shook as he knelt before me.

I couldn't do anything as he looped a crude, metal collar around my neck and tightened it painfully. 

A yelp escaped my lips as I was yanked up by a rope I hadn't noticed, cutting off my airway.

He made his way to a nearby tree, my limp body scrapping along the ground behind him.

Annoyed with my lack of effort, whether it be towards struggling or making his dragging easier, caused him to send a kick every now and then, letting out a string of curses as he did so.

Black spots started to appear as the minor scrapes that had been slowly knitting themselves back together were quickly replaced by new ones. 

He stopped before the tree, its branches twisting up towards the sky.

A single, low hanging branch caught his attention.

He smiled down at me, a wicked gleam in his eye.

Before I knew what he was doing, I was jerked into the air.

The rope tightened around my throat as my eyes bulged.

He chuckled at the sight of me, my legs flailing.

The smile on his face slipped as I found a small rise in the ground that allowed enough slack in the rope so I didn't suffocate. 

"Why don't you just fucking die, you worthless piece of shit," he muttered with a sad, almost empty, look on his face before turning away.

And with that I was left there, bloody and broken in both body and mind, dangling from a tree branch as the moon rose above me. 

Kade

"Are we ready yet?" I said for the millionth time today as I paced back and forth in the family room where Liam, Rowan and surprisingly Rory waited for Eric. 

I hadn't gone to bed when I returned to the pack house the night before, partly because my head was spinning with the realization that I found my mate and partly because the girls wouldn't leave me alone, asking me every little detail.

Even long after night fell, I couldn't fall asleep.

I felt like something was wrong.

My whole body ached, screaming for me to do something.

I knew it was about my mate but I couldn't do anything about it.

"Eric said to wait until he..."

"Yeah. I know."

I stopped, running my fingers through my hair.

"I just want to hurry up and go."

Eric had gone to town with Gunnar to stock up on supplies just in case.

Jasper had also tagged along with his mate Lucas to get things for dinner. 

I didn't trust the human at first, given his family's profession but even I could see the love he had for Jasper.

It also helped that Thalia took me aside and explained what happened while I was gone. 

I glanced at Liam and Rowan, who were sitting side by side.

They were muscular guys and looked as Irish as one could be, minus the insane amount of freckles.

They could drink like Irishmen too, far exceeding a regular werewolf's high alcohol tolerance.

The ginger brothers stood at 6 ft and had muscular frames, though they weren't what one would call buff.

With twinkling green eyes and faces that were always pulled in a grin, thoughts of their intimidating looks were cast aside. 

The sound of tires drew my attention and I quickly made my way outside.

As I descended the stairs, Lucas passed me with two arms full of groceries and a Jasper hurrying after him, muttering something about that 'even the weakest werewolves were stronger than most humans so he could handle a few freaking bags'.

I headed straight to Eric who was getting out of his silver mustang, stopping when he held a hand up.

"Sorry it took so long but there was a delay in the shipment. Go get the others, we'll leave now."

I turned on my heels, meaning to drag them out if need be but slid to a halt when Rory jumped out with Liam and Rowan.

Thalia followed closely behind.

"What? You honestly thought I wouldn't come along?" she asked, hands on her hips and I raise my hands up defensively.

"I'm happy for the help," I say as I turn back to Eric with a grin, already pulling off my shirt and proceeding to shift.

Eric chuckled at my impatience but followed along with the others. 

********

His scent was everywhere.

It took a couple hours to get where we were and it was only because Rory was such a good tracker when he wasn't sleeping that is.

We had gone around in circles, just like my mate wanted but soon enough Rory found a decent trail, leading us to the shabby cabin in front of us.

Hackles raised, we fanned out.

The scent of other wolves was present but it was old.

My paws padded silently as I broke away from the group, making my way around the cabin.

It was faint but I could smell him, feel him.

What I saw stopped me dead in my tracks.

A growl ripped it's way out of my throat as I took in the scene before me.

My mate dangled from a tree, beaten and bloody, making a pool of blood on the ground.

His body trembled as his used all his energy to keep the rope slack enough so he wouldn't suffocate. 

I shifted, rushing to his side and immediately cutting the rope with my claws.

Setting him on the ground as gently as possible, I removed the metal that cut into his neck.  

He whimpered and it wasn't just because of the pain.

I could see it in his eyes.

Though they were glazed, they held fear.

My chest tightened at the thought of my mate fearing me and I vowed to make whoever did this pay.

'There are others inside and they're not in good shape. Did you find him?'

I sent him an image of the situation and flinched as I felt not only Eric's but the others' rage through the mind link.

'I told Jasper and Shelby to bring over two vehicles to transport them.'

Thalia growled.

Whoever did this is going to pay.

Soon enough they arrived with Gunnar.

Eric had already led out a she-wolf and pup.

He told me that they had been in a small cage in the basement of the cabin.

They looked to be related with their matching silver fur and the way the she-wolf shielded the pup.

I could tell they put up a fight with the way Liam was limping but they looked more scared than anything. 

My mate struggled, growling as he caught sight of the other two.

It hurt me to see him in pain, desperately trying to come to their rescue.

I tried to calm him but nothing was working and Gunnar was forced to sedate him.

The she-wolf growled, crouching down as if to attack but a few words from Eric settled her. 

I carefully took my mate in my arms, grimacing at how light he was, then put him in the backseat of the jeep and got in front.

Tears threatening to overflow, Shelby put the car in drive, being careful not to hit any bumps.

I sat there listening to my mate's soft whimpers as we made the journey to the pack house. 

[ceadgearst]

mental health day

Why do i do good

Why should I should

I could just be worse than anything else before

I just think that I'm such a whore

For attention, for sex, for so much more

And I see the consequences that come with my manic obsessions

I'm tempted,

attempted,

I cut myself I don't even try

I just do the best

The best

the best I guess

that I am capable

I don't really understand if I am all the stable

I feel like cable static

like there's cobwebs in the attic

I gasp and panic

but then again I'm frantic

I think my love is tired of my antics

because she just can't stand it

but here I am on this planet

I don't understand it

but I feel stranded,

I'm not sure entirely where i landed

I planned nothing out but this with abruptness

Planning seems to corrupt this part of my mind

You can't rewind the flow of time

Of the flow of a conscious rhyme,

I shine worse when I'm under a curse of a certain flow a certain way to go

I don't know I don't write this for show

I write poems so long that you have to take a pause

And go, "what is he on?"

And read it a couple of times cause you're getting this wrong

I'm sorry I started off strong, my muscles gave away as I held on so long

So tell me, what's wrong?

I give up, pass the bong

[janshu]

Inu!Bakugo...for @ultimate-astridwriting's Hybrid collab!

Summary: My part of the hybrid collab. I had so much fun writing an angry Pomeranian Bakugo. 10/10 would do again. I'm not completely happy with it but who ever is? I'm still proud of myself!

Word count: 2.2k.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Bakugo being an ass, sexual content, somnophilia, collars, choking, humping, creampie, name calling (bitch, slut, whore etc.), use of the word cunt.

You sigh as you rummage around in your pocket to produce the key to your home. After a long day's work all you want to do is get some dinner, take a bath and go to bed but none of those things would be possible would they?

No, not after the spur of the moment decision to adopt a hybrid of all things. The week earlier was one of torrential downpours and near freezing temperatures, the roads making a slushy substance of half-melted ice and salt to prevent the very thing it was being mixed in with. People stayed indoors the best they could when they weren't at work but life had to shit on you and make your car breakdown in the parking garage. Umbrella rested on your shoulder, rain boots on your feet with your spare in your bag and you trudged through cold, mushy hell back home. The streets were barren as a Walmart on a weekday at 4am, no life passing by you until you crossed an alley between two businesses. A pathetic whimper had caught your attention and your gaze drifted down to a soaked cardboard box. What was in that box you weren't sure if you should curse or love. A hybrid.

Narrow red eyes stared at you in suspicion, fangs bared at you but the creature didn't make any attempts to nip at your fingers when they neared to ruffle the spikey head of hair. The hybrid had leaned into your touch before recoiling away as if you had smacked him. The black and orange collar had seen better days, the charm that dangled on the hollow of his neck read "Dynamite" but he didn't give any indication that was his name when you repeated it outloud. He was barely dressed in anything, a thin t-shirt, shorts with ragged Converse that had more holes than Swiss cheese. Truthfully he looked a few days away from starvation and how could you keep that on your conscience if you left him there? After laying your warm coat over his shoulders you somehow, someway, managed to get him back to your place. Everything went downhill from there in the blink of an eye.

The weak puppy persona was gone the moment warm food settled in his belly and within the hour he acted as if you had crowned him king of the house. Beginning his rambles of curses, demands and biting at your fingers. The worst of it happened when you tried to take his collar off for a new one, one that wasn't frayed and barely hanging on. "Katsuki" as he spat out his name with enough venom to put a Black Mamba to shame had flipped over a coffee table, ripped up every couch cushion and went so far to chew on the linoleum on the kitchen floor.

No doubt you'd be greeted with the same sight as always. Messy, dirty, unknown stains everywhere and dishes still in the sink waiting to be moved to the washer. Maybe if he wasn't such a loud ass you could train him but your frazzled nerves were at their wits end. You didn't know what to do, you were about to throw in the towel and put him up for adoption. Yep, you were disappointed to be proven right. Katsuki reclining on the couch lengthwise, remote in his hand with the most bored expression on his face while idly flipping through channels.

"Fucking finally, you're home! I've been waitin' for fucking hours for your ass to get back! I'm hungry, get your shitty ass in the kitchen and make dinner." He barked. Barely giving you any time to hang up your coat and slip off your shoes before his orders began.

"Katsuki...I can't, not tonight." Could your voice portray anymore pleading? Apparently not because he didn't seem to notice, or care.

The fluffy ear at the top of his head only flicked in response, the top lip curling into his signature snarl. "Then what the fuck are you good for? Get your fucking ass in that god damn kitchen and fucking make dinner already."

All that you were good for? All that you were good for? How dare he! He's been freeloading off you for a week now without so much as a thanks for saving him from the streets, feeding him, clothing him, keeping him warm and dealing with his bullshit and this is how he repays you?

"I've fucking had it with you!" Your voice rose higher than you meant to but at this point you didn't care, a line had been crossed. "You fucking sit there and ruin my shit and yet I'm the useless one? I have half a mind to kick you out! You can make your own fucking dinner, I've had it! I'm done! I can't take this anymore!"

Despite not having any clunky shoes on your feet still managed to resonate in the small living room while you stormed past the couch. You had expected anything, anything at all. A slap, a punch, a groan, literally anything but you were met with only silence and that somehow pissed out off even more. How could silence be so infuriating?! You didn't even notice the terror that washed over his face as you screamed at him or the way his chest heaved with the sob or how he trembled underneath your wrathful gaze as you walked away. The bedroom door slamming made short work of that.

"Fuck I'm such an ass.." You mused to yourself already regretting blowing up at him but what would an apology do that wasn't already broken? So better yet why not send yourself to bed without dinner as some kind of punishment? He'd linger at the doorway to the kitchen, staring at you with those intense eyes if you made dinner anyways so why let him win? He could his own shit for fucks sake!

After a quick shower to dethaw your bones and warm up what was left of your dead soul the softness of your pajamas helped ease the guilt gnawing away like a puppy on its first bone. Laying in bed until sleep eventually overcame you and when he knew it was safe to slip in and sneak over towards your bedside.

Rustling was what woke you. The rustling of clothes and the jingle of something metallic in the darkness of the bedroom. Whatever grogginess you normally suffered when waking up was vanishing the more details were dissected and understood by your half-asleep brain, a process that took an embarrassingly long time. Clothes rustling, the bedsheets moving, heavy pants and something incredibly warm nudging up against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Naturally your brain assumed the worst and your eyelids flew open to show nothing; at first. As your eyes adjusted to the pitch black room they found the blazing stare of those vermillion eyes, the bared fangs that belonged to your hybrid.

What the hell was Katsuki doing on top of you?

Noticing that you were awake the snarl turned into a smirk as he huffed, his large chest expanding with each desperate pant. Why did your folds feel so good just as you were waking up?

"Feel that?" How could you not? The feel of a scorching cock bumping up your folds and sensitive clit, wet from the pre leaking from the tip. There was so much of it from what you could feel, too sticky to be your own. His hips had yet to cease moving, no word from your shocked form to still his rutting hips.

"W-what the hell are you doing?" Was the most logical question your brain could come up with in the moment.

"Humping...fucking dumbass." His warm breath created goosebumps on your cool skin, his head must've been so close to yours by the hair tickling your forehead. "Tryin'ta...help ya. Shitty woman.."

"Help? How the fuck is this helping?"

"You've been working so hard so I thought maybe...a good fuck would calm ya down, relax ya." Katsuki's voice was so desperate, so needy, the humping of his cock on your labia increasing.

He was trying to help? He was going to fuck the frustration out of you? Is that was he was offering? Having sex with a hybrid was common enough to not be considered taboo but you couldn't help but feel he was trying to worm his way into your good graces. Unless your words had struck some kind of cord with him. "Okay, alright, I'll let you help."

"Fuck yeah!"

With that the head of his cock nudged against your cunt, already spread and waiting for him. How long had he been doing this for? The burn of the stretch was delicious, he was just big enough to fill you up but not hurt. Settling right up to kiss the tip of your cervix when he bottomed out. His hands grip at your thigh and hip, pulling his back to slam his cock right back into you. Over and over, over and over, over and over. Practically using you as a fleshlight to get himself off but damn if it didn't feel good, him bouncing you on his cock so roughly each thrust was sending the headboard against the wall.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck, Katsuki!" Your hands pat around and eventually find his biceps and you cling on for dear life, your nails digging crescent shaped markings into his skin.

"Yeah, yeah...you like this form of stress relief, don'tcha you dirty slut?" Undoing the collar around his neck the frayed cloth of the strap is tied around your neck, the buckle clamping down tightly to constrict your airflow while two fingers slip under it to pull and tug. "You're my dirty fucking slut! Mine...mine...mine...mine, fucking mine!"

Your fingers trailed down the tiny amount of space between your bodies down to the precious, neglected nub between your legs. Barely able to wiggle your index and middle finger down there from the rabid fucking you were receiving to circle the bundle of nerves and send yourself over the edge. Each clap of your thighs smacking against each other forcing your hate for his behavior ebbing away. If he was going to act like this all the time how could you kick him out?

"F-fuck! Gonna cum...fucking cum..cum for me. Cum with me!" Katsuki snarled as the pressure around your throat increased. Your hand was smacked away from your clit and was replaced with the large pad of his thumb, frantic circles sending your body into a writhing mess of flails and kicks.

The orgasm that had been steadily building from your ministrations had been ripped away and replaced with one quickly approaching to push you over the edge. The white hot pleasure-coil that formed underneath your belly button snapped and all of it coursed through your system in one go. Paralyzing your body for a split second as you squirted all over the hybrids cock, his still rubbing hand sending the liquid everywhere. Coating his thighs, your thighs and the bed underneath you.

"Fucking fuck! Such a whore, such a dirty girl for me! Oh my fucking g-god!" One last slam of his hips and his own body stilled, burying his cock deep inside your cunt to shoot his cum deep in your womb. He stuttered before his body collapsed on top of you, suffocating you in his sweaty muscles.

Bathing in the afterglow, coming down from your high you could've sworn you heard something. Mumbling, soft mumbling too indistinct to understand. Katsuki's head laying on your shoulder, his nose brushing along your collarbone and was he laying kisses here and there? No, you must've been seeing things. Still buried to the hilt he turned his head to speak, his fluffy ears perked and his tail gently swishing behind him. The sudden light from your phone illuminated the room, casting light on Katsuki's face and the sight made your breath hitch in your throat. Clearly he had been crying. Tear stains streaked down his cheeks, brows knitted together and the same lost look he had plastered on his face appeared again.

"Please, please don't kick me out. I'll do anything, please...please don't abandon me. Not again." His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he hid his face in your neck. Voice breaking, shoulders trembling, the verge of crying all over again quickly approaching.

Your heart broke and you returned the favor by hugging him around the shoulders, a hand carding through his hair to soothe him. Had he been abandoned? Did his previous owners not like him? Was all his aggressiveness some kind of defense mechanism? Was he giving you a reason to kick him out to keep himself from experiencing that kind of pain again? Oh, poor baby. "Never again...just don't destroy things anymore, okay? Help me around the place a little more will ya?"

"Yes." Katsuki snuggled on top of you. Finally believing he had a real home with you, a place where he could belong. "....Master."

[joshslater]

Permafrost

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He changed my hair. It's such a small thing I almost feel embarrassed complaining about it, but that just makes it worse. It's driving me crazy, and I can't complain to anyone because they would just tell me others have it worse. Rightfully so, because I'm healthy, I'm employed, I have a place to sleep. But it's just so fucking in your face every morning, literally.

"I hope everyone will see you for who you are! A fucking desperate twink whore!" he shouted, stormed out, and slammed the door. I ran to the kitchen and opened the window in the hope of seeing him exiting the building, but the street was empty. "It was only a blow job! He did it to me!" I shouted back, hoping he would hear me. I don't know if he did. I never saw him again, but he left something behind alright.

The next morning I stared in disbelief at the mirror. At first I thought there was something stuck in my hair, like shampoo foam, and almost instinctively I grabbed it with my hand. It was just hair, my hair. Same length and cut as when I went to bed, but now partially bleached. I tried to think back to when I saw myself last in the mirror. I might have been too upset to brush my teeth before going to bed. I had more questions, of course, than when. How did this happen? Was this what he was referring to by everyone would see who I really am? But it's just... hair.

I had a quick shower, and predictably looked just the same after, only wet. I didn't really feel it was a big deal. I mean I didn't particularly care for the look, but not knowing how it happened kind of bugged me. I can't say that I dwelled on it, and I quickly got used to my new reflection, as did everyone around me best I could tell. But something was subtly different.

I met up with Tommy again a few days later. If you lose your possible boyfriend because of another possible boyfriend he kind of owes you, I reckoned. He was startled at first when he saw me, only to break out in a big smile and a long, deep kiss. "Love what you've done with the hair!" he said when we broke free. Everything was like before until we got to the bedroom when he asked if he could top me. He'd never done that before.

My old friends and colleagues behaved as before, mostly. It was new encounters that became decidedly different. My lean but tight, muscled body usually got stares from all the hot twinks when out and clubbing, but now it was more the bigger guys that oogled me or came with suggestions. It was a small shift, but noticeable. I was feeling almost uncomfortable with the attention, but the worst was everything they proposed was shallow. A quick fuck out in their truck or a men's room's stall. And they all talked like I had shits for brain.

After two weeks I realized my hair didn't grow longer. It did grow, but then fell out when it was getting too long for my hairstyle. I looked exactly the same though, bleached hair with like an inch of black roots. I pulled a short, black strand of hair and placed it in a jar. After a week half of it had turned bleach blonde and after another week all of it had switched color. It was like it had its own delayed chemical reaction.

My relationship with Tommy deteriorated as he kept treating me more and more dismissive until finally he stopped inviting me. He did take my call though, and after the usual "he didn't feel it anymore" he said that he couldn't take me seriously. I specifically asked if it was the hair, but he just said he didn't know.

I must give props for an expertly made curse, if that is what it is. I could dye the hair, I could keep it below an inch, or keep it as is, but no matter what I can't escape being reminded of what he has done to me.

[anystalker707]

I Wanna Be Your Slave

Pairing: Frank x [amab] Reader Word count: ~ 2 400 Genre: Fluff / Smut Summary: (Y/n) f*cks Frank harsh as a kind of reward and punishment at the same time. Kind of content: Praising / Hair tugging / Handcuffs / Harsh / Temperature Play / Safe / Dirty talk / Edging / Fingering Requested on Wattpad Help with details by @frank-ieros-lip-ring

*not proofread this is the last part of a 3 parts story, afab reader smut coming soon

"You will never redeem yourself." I light a cigarette, bringing it to my lips. "Stop trying. Once your hands are dirty, the stain never comes off." A smile tugs on my lips, although completely humorless, as I take a drag of the cig, leaning back against the chair, watching the smoke go out through the window. "Not redeeming yourself doesn't mean you can't be a good person. It depends on how much you're up to changing or how well you are with yourself."

"And sleeping at night is just that easy?" Frank raises an eyebrow at me, shifting in his place on the armchair by the other side of the desk.

"If you bury it deep enough." I shrug. "It doesn't matter, honestly. You shouldn't overthink because that's exactly what will end up killing you. Or not. I don't know. I don't like to think about it."

"You're confusing." He twists his lips lightly.

"I guess. But I'm doing well. I'm alive, I'm here, I have you." I let my eyes fall to the papers again, signing my name over the line. "And that's what matters to me."

It's silent, dense. For the first time in a good while, I'm actually the one uncomfortable with the silence I've imposed after my last words and the room has never felt so small. Having feelings for someone like this feels almost wrong. I have a whole company, a whole family to run, but again, it doesn't mean I can't be happy or that I need to live exclusively for them – on the other hand, that'd mean someone else to threaten me with. Sometimes I want to leave Frank.

"I supposed I can live with that," Frank says quietly.

I never look up. A true smile forms itself on my face this time and I only hum in response as I brush the cig's ashes away from the paper.

It's already late at night when I'm heading back to my bedroom, halls dark and only the sound of low chatter filling the ambient. Frank is in the room when I walk in, sitting on the bed only in his underwear, reading a book.

"Who said you could crash here tonight?" I hum, shrugging off my blazer, kicking away my shoes.

"I don't need anyone telling me what I can do or not." He doesn't even look away from his book, turning the page. Not really his book since I can recognize it as one of the books I got in my office.

"True?" I get rid of the suspenders so I can remove my shirt, then do the same with my pants. "Didn't know you'd gotten such a moral around here, Mr. Iero."

"Oh, but I do, actually!" And the way Frank sounds so cynical is somehow so funny.

"Being a bad boy today?" I struggle to hold back a chuckle, suppressing it before I can face Frank. He's about to say something, but I'm taking the book away from his hands first. "Mary Shelley? I never thought you'd like her books. Nothing against, tho," I mutter, marking the page so I can put the book down. "It's a really good book."

"What are you doing?" He shifts on the bed, glaring at me. "I was reading that!"

"You'll have all the time to read, tomorrow." I glare back, but actually amused.

"But–"

"Why don't you stand up for me?" I make a come on motion, ignoring all the questioning looks shot at me.

Frank tenses up, but is eventually doing as told, eyes only meeting mine for a couple of seconds before they're falling to the ground. Not like I need him to look at me right now, after all. I cup his face and let my thumbs run across the soft skin – he leans into the touch, hands resting over my chest.

My lips meet Frank's in a soft kiss, one that's returned only after a few seconds, his lips slowly moving against mine until I set a pace, letting a hand fall to his hip to pull him closer then touch him through the thin underwear; his hands twitch on my chest, closing themselves around nothing.

"Safeword?" I whisper into Frank's ear, giving the side of his face a kiss.

"Redemption," Frank mutters back and I slowly nod.

"Good boy." I step back. "Now, undress and sit on the bed."

Frustration crosses Frank's eyes momentarily, but it doesn't stop him from doing as told, soon becoming unquiet because he's already half hard so, of course, I'm not going to rush things. One by one, the lube, handcuffs, candles and matches come off one of the bedside table's drawers, clearly intimidating Frank.

The candles go on the bedside table, over a couple of saucers whilst a third and a fourth candle are left aside along with the lube, the fire slowly burning and casting a warm light over Frank when I'm finally moving to give him some attention.

Creaking comes from the mattress with it sinking under my knees as I move towards Frank, my hand on his chest slowly pushing him down against the sheets; he chews down on his lip with me straddling his hips, but all I do it for is to use the handcuffs to lock each of his wrists to the bedposts despite his wide eyes watching me in silent complaints. A whine escapes Frank's throat with it, but I silence him with a peck, moving off of him.

"You're not to come until I tell you so, do you understand?" I grab the lube again, kneeling between his spread legs. "As you already know and have experience with, I'll stop at the same moment if you say the safe word. I thought that'd be great to remember."

Frank meekly nods in response, chest falling with an exhale.

The swallows around Frank's hips deform lightly as I sink my thumbs into the skin, rubbing circles into it, and watch him miserably push his hips up. "Please," he mumbles, but I barely give attention to him, starting to press kisses from his belly button down, mouthing around his crotch, seconds that probably feel like forever to him, but compensated with the pleasure once I take the tip of his cock in my mouth. A loud moan comes from him with it, squirming intensifying, in a way I can't help but to feel anxious to finally touch him properly.

I sigh softly, holding onto Frank's hips while taking him in completely, hearing the sound of the metal against clinking the bedposts under the cries coming from him.

"Tell me," I whisper once I pull away, letting my thumb sink into the inside of his thigh to rub circles into it – it's pathetic how he continues whimpering even with such a simple touch. "What are you, Frank?"

"Yours," he manages to say, voice tight.

Great. I fondle his balls lightly, watching his thighs quiver. "My what, hun?"

Frank gasps, a shaky moan escaping his lips. "Slave."

"Good boy." I press a kiss to his thigh and move away from him completely so I can reach for the lube, which makes Frank actually quiet instead of complaining about anything. "I'm gonna fuck you until I come," I tell him, covering my fingers with lube, "and if you come before I tell you to, you'll sort yourself out, okay?"

"No," Frank groans. "I–" He cuts himself off when my fingers start tracing his entrance, feeling it fluttering under my touch, before a finger finally sinks in, which snatches a sound of discomfort from him. "Please, just don't hold me back from cumming, I–" A moan.

"And what if you don't cum until I finish foreplay?" I can't help but to grin. "Then you can cum, but I won't stop until I've done it myself."

Frank mutters something under his breath, something I can't identify whether it's a complaint or a plea, however, he's frantically nodding. "Yes, master."

"Oh, fuck you," I mutter almost in the same moment, feeling my underwear grow way too tight.

With a second finger, Frank is being louder and almost pushing himself down against my hand when I brush against his prostate, not touching it as much as he'd like me to when scissoring and twisting my fingers around. The third finger makes him gasp, only moving more frantically. So hopeless.

"Fuck!" Frank throws his head back and arches his back when I'm pulling my hand away, eyes pressed shut tightly.

"You're doing really well, hun," I whisper, cleaning my hand away so I can reach for a candle.

"S-Sir," he swallows, breathing shakily.

I light the candle with one of the others and, opposite to them, this one burns easier, meaning the wax isn't harmful. Wax soon starts pooling in it and I tilt it to pour the warm liquid over Frank's torso – he lets out a gasp, a moan, as he uselessly tries to escape the inevitable touch of the wax.

"Fuck," he curses, melting down along with the wax.

"Tell me how it feels," I say softly, peeling away some of the dried wax while waiting for more to melt.

"I– It's good," he breathes. "Hurts in a good way." He hums, biting down on his lower lip when I pull onto a chunk of wax. "More, please."

And I do as said, carefully letting it fall over Frank's nipple and appreciating each little sound that escapes his lips – he arches his back like to meet the wax, humming as he moves his hips, pushing himself down and ending up finding a little of friction when his balls meet my leg for a second.

"Such a whore," I whisper, peeling the chunk of wax away from his nipple. "I had no idea you'd like something like this, look at how pathetic you are."

Whatever complaint Frank has is lost among moans once my hand is wrapped around his cock, working on it while I let more of the wax pour over his chest and without many pauses now, snatching a chain of gasps from him whilst he thrusts into my hand.

"S-Sir," he says breathlessly.

"I said not to cum during foreplay." I let go of Frank at the same moment, blowing the half burnt candle out before I can return it to its previous place.

"But master, sir," Frank says and these are honestly the only words I'm able to make out from all the babbling and cries coming from him.

"Shh, baby, it'll be just a moment." I stand up from the bed to get rid of the boxers and grab the lube again. Having my hand around my cock feels like such a relief; I almost immediately gasp, though trying to focus more on lubing myself up than jacking off. "Right," I mutter to myself, returning to kneel down between Frank's spread legs before I can adjust my position, bringing one of his legs up to make things easier. "My pretty boy, all mine," I say softly, "what'd it be of you if it wasn't me, hm?"

"Nothing, sir," he replies. Well, I wasn't waiting for that.

All I do is to flash Frank a smile in response then lean in for a kiss, a short and sweet one.

I use my free hand to guide myself in, not so slowly as Frank doesn't need it at all nor a slow pace at first – his body jerks with the heavy thrusts, instantly snatching high pitched sounds from him with every movement.

Frank is fucking tight, clenching around me each time I slam right back in, not bothering to miss his prostate this time. The pleasure is sent ringing up my spine instantly along with this immense relief, incessantly, and it's all about the small details. Clinking echoes through the bedroom along with the sound of the headboard hitting against the wall, but none of these are as loud as Frank.

"Please– Touch me, sir, touch me," he whines among all the gasps and moans.

"You can cum without it, baby boy," I reply softly, my fingers sinking into his thighs, holding both of them up so I can go in deeper and Frank's squirming shows how successful it is. He starts pleading again, but stops after a harsh slap is delivered to his thigh.

Frank fucking comes. Just now I become aware of his spluttered attempts of telling it to me, which I ignored due to being too focused on observing him and myself instead.

It'd be a lie to say it's like nothing; he immediately tightens around me and my hand shakes, sending some of the wax dripping down my fingers instead. "Fuck, fuck," I mutter, putting out the candle messily so I can set it aside and once again take a hold of Frank's thighs, fucking him through his release.

Frank is so messy, throwing his head back – I don't waste the opportunity, quickly attacking his exposed neck with my lips to leave behind marks among the few tattoos decorating the skin.

His skin is hot. Almost like mine, I imagine, burning, though certainly not as much as the muscles on the back of my thigh, which are already complaining by now with a sharp and annoying pain.

"A good boy, aren't you?" I breathe into his ear, not stopping to thrust in, feeling him pulsate, clench around me just so perfectly. "But also such a whore. Look at how you're letting me use you. Mine and only mine. Who's the only one who can touch you this way?"

"Y-You, sir," he stutters, thighs twitching under my touch already, but it doesn't take long for me to cum already, letting out a low moan escape my lips, mind momentarily going blank with the pleasure climbing up the back of my thighs and unraveling the knot in my lower stomach. My movements don't stop until I can feel the oversensitivity threatening to kick in.

"Hell," I breathe, slowly letting go of Frank. "Hell."

I rest my forehead against Frank's, both of us not sharing a word.

"You did so well, baby, so well," I whisper, moving to release him from the handcuffs and his arms just fall limp to the mattress. Fuck. So small and hopeless. "C'mere." I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close. "Relax for a bit so I can clean you up, hm?" I pull his sweaty strands back from his forehead and press a kiss to it. "I love you, hun."

"Love you, sir," he mumbles, eyes half lidded, though I'm sure he's barely conscious.

[babylooneytoonz]

The Vessel [Pt. 7]

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Fem! Reader

Summary: Geralt is in a fix when he is forced to choose between honor and love. What would he do?

Warnings: Attempted non con inappropriate behavior? Also, this chapter is mostly going to be Yennefer and Geralt, and less of the reader, my apologies but this was important from a transition point of view. :)

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The celebration was over, except for a few who were to stay as guests at Yennefer's mansion, had decided to stay and linger in the hall for a bit longer. You were about to retire for the night, as exhaustion was beginning to claw on you; exhaustion from having done practically nothing all night but to find ways you could escape being in that hall, and attract unwanted attention.

However, it turned out that you did still end up attracting someone's attention, even without doing anything. And no, it wasn't the Witcher.

It was almost midnight, and you were about to make your way back to the chambers you were staying in tonight, having decided to carry your fruit plate to the chambers itself so you could enjoy the night to yourself, when Jaskier startled you, appearing out of the blue, and plomping down on an empty bench in front of you.

"Lords, Jaskier. You scared me."

"Did I? I thought it will take a lot more than that to get you to scare," he chuckled, leaning forward so that his elbows now rested against the table.

"I thought you had company. Why would you want to spend time with a lonely woman like me?" You smiled, giving him a raised eyebrow, in a playful way.

"I do, but it turns out, there's someone that would like to get to know you," Jaskier gave you a goofy, wide toothed smile and you frowned in confusion, leaning closer as you raised an eyebrow.

"Well, do you see that woman over there?" You turned your head in the direction that Jaskier was pointing out, only to see a woman dressed in princely red, beautiful golden locks falling down her back, laughing at something Yennefer said. You then turned back to Jaskier, who sat more comfortably, and looked at you, "that's Queen Bagan of Lyria. Yennefer knew her when she wasn't a queen. Back from when she used to work for Queen Kalis—"

"Get to the point, Jas', I'm tired and I would like to retire to the chambers now," you stood up, blocking Jaskier's view of this Queen as you stepped to the side but Jaskier stood up after you, grabbing your wrist to stop you from abandoning him, "Would you hear me out? I really think Geralt's rubbing off on you. You're changing, [Y/N]."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at the sudden overly dramatic outburst of your friend, before your eyes softened and you sighed. You supposed you could listen to what he had to say, although you were sure you would most probably regret it later.

"Fine, Jaskier. What is it? Now that you've compared me to that brooding Witcher, I'm forced to listen to you, just to prove it to you that I'm nothing like him." Jaskier couldn't help but chuckle at your words, but it didn't take him long to donn a look of fake seriousness.

"Now that—" you groaned as Jaskier pointed towards someone again, and you were forced to crane your neck subtly so you could follow who Jaskier was talking about. He was pointing at a young man, sitting in a group of men, drinking ale, "that's her bastard son, Henrik."

"What do I do with all that?" You mumbled, your fingers hooking onto a grape as you aimlessly tossed it into your mouth.

"Well, I've been noticing him and I can see that he cannot keep his eyes off you."

You scoffed, more in frustration than in any other emotion, "Well, Jaskier, if you have been noticing him, I think you should keep him, I'm really not in the mood."

"God, woman, would you listen? Typical Geralt."

You rolled your eyes but chose to stay quiet.

"He is rich, and he is interested—"

"I'm an unwed pregnant woman, Jaskier."

"Well, he doesn't seem to mind—"

"Gods, Jaskier. I'm leaving. Good night." You huffed for one final time, this time in warning and turned away, striding away from where Jaskier sighed and shook his head, bringing his pitcher of ale to his lips as you began climbing up the stairs that led to the chambers for the guests.

You sat down, the dress given to you by the sorceress lay discarded on the floor, but you felt relieved to be out of it. Just dressed in your chemise, you pried off the silk covers off the bed, and slid inside, feeling the richness of the fabric over your skin.

You laid down, on your back, your hand resting on your stomach and your other hand under the back of your head as you closed your eyes, exhaustion taking over your body as you felt sleep slowly take over you.

You didn't know how much time had passed, or how long had you slept for, when you woke up at the middle of the night, your sleep having been disturbed by a knock on your door. You frowned, wiping the base of your eyes as you slid out of bed, and slowly crept to the door.

"Who is it?" You whispered, your voice barely leaving your throat.

There was no response, so you thought that whoever it was had probably left. You cursed under your breath, and began turning away from the door when there was the same knock again.

"Jaskier, I swear to the Gods, why won't you let me sleep?" You pulled open the door, snarling at whoever it was on the other side of the door when your eyes widened and colour drained off your face.

"Henrik?"

The blond haired man smiled, the corner of his lips almost reaching his eyelids when he realized you already knew his name.

"Well, commoners mostly call me Prince Henrik, but I think I can make an exception for you."

"I'm sorry, but I think you are in the wrong chambers, Prince Henrik," you began, but he cut you off once more, rather unceremoniously and began speaking again.

"My apologies, I never properly introduced myself at the celebration tonight, I'm Henrik, Prince of Lyria."

Bastard Prince.

"I—" You swallowed the lump forming inside your throat, as a sudden realization hit you. You were dressed rather inappropriately. You immediately turned away, so you were now turned away from him, "Prince, I would request you to leave."

"You what?" His voice grew louder; almost like a bark.

You began closing the wooden door, when his hand latched to it, stopping you from shutting it any further, the suddenness of his actions causing you to flinch and jump backwards. Instead of leaving, he casually stepped inside.

"I came all the way from Lyria to see if the rumours were true." He smirked, in a disgusting way that almost made your insides churn.

"W-What rumours?"

"Well, the Sorceress and that mutant son of a bitch bought themselves a whore, which they refuse to share," he spat, looking at you with sudden hate filled eyes.

You looked from him to the door, but it was hopeless. You took a step away from him, but he closed that one step distance by taking a step in your direction, until you were trapped, the stone wall behind you and the monster of the Prince in front of you. Geralt's words suddenly rang through your mind; Not all monsters are dangerous, some people are too.

"You're used to the roadside filth, aren't ya? Never experienced anything royal before? Now's your chance."

Henrik's ruby studded hands moved to the base of his robe as he slowly began taking it off, and this gave you a quick second to think, and think you did. Suddenly, your feet darted towards the door, your side brushing roughly against Henrik on your way out, the impact of it causing the man to almost topple off, but he was fast too. By the time you reached the door, and began pulling the door open, he grabbed you by your hair, a loud scream escaping your lips as he tugged on your hair and made you drop down to your knees.

"Ungrateful little bitch! Which Prince in his sane mind would even look at you? You are fucking lucky I was interested," He knelt down next to you, his face threateningly close to yours.

Suddenly, the door splintered into two, the splinters of wood flying across the room, the kick so powerful. Bright, menacing eyes regarded you huddled on the ground like that before the hold on your hair relaxed and you could breathe again. Before that, everything had been a blur, but now you could see clearly. Geralt had somehow kicked open the chamber doors, and now he stood, towering over you, holding Henrik by his throat, his fingers coiled around his neck, his eyes almost dark, venomous and his posture tense.

"I think no one has ever said no to you before, Henrik."

"Let go off me, mutant," Henrik began coughing, as he tried to pry off the Witcher's hand, but of course, he failed.

Just then, Yennefer walked into your chambers, her steps still exuding elegance and poise, although she had just been woken up from a deep slumber. Her eyes fell on you, huddled in a corner, your eyes shrunken back in horror, and then she regarded Geralt, walking up to him and fixing her palm on his shoulder.

"Geralt, what exactly are you doing? Let him go."

Geralt's eyes widened, his head turning towards her in a violent motion.

"Let him go? Are you fucking kidding me?"

She smiled, the smile being a fake one as her fingers began stroking his arm, over the fabric of his shirt. She leaned closer to him, and whispered, in a low voice, "Geralt, my love. Can I talk to you for a second?"

His lips pursed together as he struggled to sustain the rage building up inside him, bit by bit. Instead of loosening the grip on the man's throat, he just squeezed his fingers tighter, for two seconds before throwing him off so he landed right outside your room, his back cracking against the stone flooring. The three of you watched, as he stepped up and cursed under his breath, muttering something on the lines of— you messed with the wrong person and you will pay for it — and scampered off.

Geralt shot Yennefer a glare but he didn't stay where Yennefer was. Instead, he walked up to where you were huddled on the floor, and knelt down in front of you.

"Are you alright?" He whispered in a low, husky voice, without a trace of anger or malice in it, just gentleness.

You nodded, and looked away, fresh tears running down your cheeks as Geralt helped you up to your feet, Yennefer's stone cold stare fixed on the two of you.

"I dont— I was asleep and he just came into my chambers, I didnt—" Your lips trembling, you choking out on the words that ran out of your mouth, Geralt sat you by the edge of your bed.

"It isn't your fault. I should have known —"

Yennefer rolled her eyes, but the two of you paid her no heed, as Geralt moved on to tuck you into the covers again, his hand unknowingly brushing against your tiny bump. You felt his breathing hitch, almost the very instant, and he looked down at you, his eyes seeking your permission, and you nodded. Geralt's massive palm came to rest on your belly, almost covering it entirely, as his fingers brushed against the fabric of your chemise his touch gentle and soothing.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," you whispered, as you pulled the covers over your body and Geralt pulled his hand away slowly walking up to a fuming Yennefer, and the two of them walked out and the sorceress chanted some spells to create a barrier over your broken door that wouldn't permit anyone to enter your chamber, especially Geralt.

"Geralt didn't mean it, Queen Bagan," Yennefer arched forward, her elbows grazing against the table the next morning, as she found herself sitting with the Queen of Lyria, and the Prince. She looked from Bagan to Henrik, who was obviously hiding his neck from public view, a scarf wrapped around his neck.

"Yennefer, I didn't come all the way from Lyria, to Redania to have my son be offended by your lover."

Geralt, who had been sitting next to Yennefer, seemingly quiet, let out a low pitched grunt and the bastard Prince lifted his eyes, fixing it on the Witcher and muttered a curse under his breath. Geralt straightened, and almost immediately, the tension was thick on the dinner table once again.

Yennefer's hand latched itself to Geralt's thigh underneath the table as she squeezed it lightly, signalling her lover to let her handle it.

"Queen, Geralt didn't mean to do what he did, the circumstances were not so good when he found your son, in our vessel's bed chambers."

"She is a woman, Yen, not a fucking piece of commodity," Geralt growled.

"She's a whore," Henrik muttered, only to elicit a growl from the Witcher's end once more.

"Well, Yennefer. Lyria has been supportive of you. You are one of the most powerful mages there is, and we have been supportive of you, sheltering you and being allies. Now, you do know what this means. It means that this makes us enemies with Tissaia de Vries, even though we do not like it."

Yennefer sighed, her fingers clasping around the goblet of wine as she pulled it to her lips and took a sip of the sweet liquid, swishing it around inside her mouth before swallowing it. She nodded.

"But now, how do you suppose we continue to support you when my son has been humiliated like this, and for what? A Redanian whore?" The Queen spat, through pursed lips and Geralt's eyes shone, with unrelenting rage.

"Queen, [Y/N] is not just a whore, she is carrying our baby. I am not trying to cover up the actions of my lover—" she turned towards Geralt with a look of disapproval, but before Geralt could retaliate, she had already turned away, "I am just trying to show you that this baby means everything to us."

"I suppose," the Queen nodded feigning a look of understanding as she reached out for her own goblet of wine. She then turned towards Henrik, who leaned closer to his mother as he began whispering something into her ears and she smiled.

"Yennefer. I think we can come up with a truce," Bagan smiled, her glance moving from Yennefer to Geralt, and then back to the sorceress, "Sell her to us. It seems my son has taken a fancy to her. And would like to keep her in his bed." She said, not even trying to mask her shameless forwardness, "Once that mutant child is born, of course. Until then, Henrik would be behaved, I assure you."

Yennefer smiled, the corner of her lips reaching her eyes. She was about to open her mouth, when Geralt intervened, his fist slamming against the table— the impact causing the queen's goblet of wine to spill over.

"She isn't a commodity for sale. And we reject your truce."

"Geralt, we talked about this," Colour drained out of Yennefer's face and she looked from Geralt to the queen, who now sat with her lips pursed together.

"Bagan, I —"

"Yennefer, I've heard enough already."

The Queen stood up, and so did the bastard Prince. She looked down at Yennefer with her malice ridden eyes.

"I would like Tissaia de Vries to align someone to take over your responsibilities in our Kingdom. She could in fact, do it herself."

"Queen—" Yennefer began, but she cut her off again.

"Henrik, get the horses ready. We're leaving. This discussion is over."

Geralt and Yennefer didn't step up as they walked off, sitting together in an uncomfortable silence until the hall was empty. Yennefer then turned towards Geralt, her eyes narrowed in anger.

"Why Geralt? Why would you do this to me?"

Geralt frowned, his perfectly aligned eyebrows creasing together as he let out an annoyed groan and stood up, not bothering to even look at her.

"I wouldn't give up someone's honor, just to please you, Yen."

"What about my fucking honor?" She yelled, hot tears rolling down her cheeks, as her lip trembled.

"That—" Geralt mumbled, loud enough for her to hear it, "isn't honor, my love. That is your hunger for ultimate control. But remember one thing, it will help you, Yen. Power gets into your head and once it does, there is no turning back. It destroys you and those around you. And if that is where you are headed, my love, then you won't find me around to catch you when you fall."

He then walked off, and Yennefer just kept staring at him, her eyes almost turned to stone.

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Kinktober 2020, Day Twenty-four

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader x Eijirou Kirishima

Warning: Threesome, Reader's a virgin, Oral (Giving), Double Penetration, Yandere-ish themes.

Aphrodisiac Quirk.

That's all that went through your mind as you tried to ignore the throbbing between your legs. It almost burned, your body craving attention. And of all the people to be around, it had to be your two best friends. Bakugou Katsuki. Kirishima Eijirou. 

Yup. Your two best friends. 

Your two handsome best friends. 

Your two increasingly sexy best friends

... Damn it. 

You mentally cursed the villian who had hit you guys. You all took quite a few hits, Katsuki taking the most. Coincidentally, he was the one to take her down. You still remember the agitated but frustrated look on his face. How he and Kirishima panted with sweat rolling down their necks.

You quickly shook your head to rid yourself of the sinful thought. They walked on either side of you, eyeing you in what you assumed was worry, but also something else. You knew they noticed your increase in speed as you walked. And you'd definitely noticed the prominent bulges in their pants.

You looked down in embarrassment. "I think I need to head home.." Your words came out breathy, a slight undertone of a whimper. Katsuki licked his lips and gave Eijirou a look. With hesitance, Eijirou began to speak. "Actually.. Can we stay at your place until this wears off..? I uh.. I don't think we can make it home at this rate.." He mumbled.

Giving him a small glance, you watched as his face turned red. He took deeper breathes and it looked as if walking was becoming frustrating. You looked at Katsuki and witnessed the same symptoms in him. You knew you'd regret leaving them like that. With a sigh, you hesitantly nodded. "Y-Yeah.. Okay.."

Once home, you started on your way to your room, but you moved a bit too fast. Tripping over something you'd accidentally left on the floor earlier that day, you expected to come face to face with the floor. Instead, you fell into a warm embrace. Looking up, rather than the floor, you faced Katsuki.

As if an instinct, your body pressed itself against him with a whine. The sudden force sent him to the ground with you straddling his thigh. You whined and desperately pressed yourself against his thigh. "I-I cant- I'm sorry, I.." You cut yourself off with a gasp as Katsuki pulled you closer. "Fuck.." He growled out. 

There was a quiet, dull thud behind you. Then, Eijirou's voice mumbled into your ear. "Don't forget about me, Pebble.." His voice made you shiver in anticipation. Reaching behind, your fingers curling into his hair to pull him in closer. His lips found your neck, biting and sucking at the flesh. You bit your lip as he found that sensitive spot on your neck. His hands immediately worked on removing your hero costume, getting help from Katsuki who simply ripped the lower half apart.

You would have scolded him, but your body was burning. Your mind clouded with desire. From the knees up, your costume was ripped from back to front. Hardening the tips of his fingers, Eijirou played with your hard nipples. You gasped as he pinched at them playfully, and he chuckled softly. "You're so beautiful.. Fuck, its getting harder to hold back." 

Katsuki scoffed and when you finally focused back onto him, his firm cock was in his hand. Your licked your lips, wanting nothing more than to either have him in your mouth or pussy. They seemed to notice because Eijirou's  hands were on his hips in a second, lifting you from Katsuki who stood up. The blonde grinned down at you before smacking his length against your cheek. "Open that fuckin' mouth."

You let your lips part for him. As he slid into your mouth, his fingers gripped at your hair. "That's right, stick that tongue out- Fuck, yeah. Good slut." Your tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, gently moving with his thrusts. You looked up, keeping eye contact as best as you could. This made Katsuki groan and thrust in another inch.

Eijirou's still hardened fingers began to toy with your clit, rubbing harsh circles into it. Your hands gripped onto his arms, moaning around Katsuki's cock. Eijirou began gently biting into your neck, sinking his sharp teeth into you. The feeling made you tighten your grip but he gently hushed you. "Calm down, it's alright. You're doing so well babygirl."

You began to rock your hips against Eijirou's fingers, whining softly. Deactivating his quirk, he pressed a finger into your aching. Your eyes fluttered for a moment and you moaned softly against Katsuki, causing him to grunt softly. 

Katsuki sped up his thrusts, choosing to shift gears and fuck himself into your mouth. The sounds of gags overtook the room and you moaned. "Mm, fuck.. Should've fucked this mouth ages ago." 

Eijirou pulled his pants down. Taking your hand into his, your hand was guided over to his cock. Your hand  wrapped around it, though the position made moving your hand difficult. Noticing, Eijirou began to thrust himself into your grip. "Ngh.. Can't wait be bury myself deep inside this tight fucking body.." He groaned.

Katsuki grunted, pulling out of your mouth. "Tell me about it. And I bet our personal cock sleeve loves all this attention. Don't you?" His grip in your hair tightened and you mewled softly. "Mhm.. P-Please.." You whimpered. Katsuki took his seat in front of you again. 

Surprisingly, you were turned around to face Eijirou. Behind you, Katsuki pressed his cock between your folds and gave a few thrusts. "You're fuckin' dripping. Eager to be fucked, cock slut?" You could hear the smirk. Then, his tip slid to your ass. Your eyes widened and you glanced back at. "K-Katsu-" Your chin was gripped and Eijirou forced you gaze back on him. "Look at me, baby."

Slowly, Katsuki pushed into your ass. At the same time, Eijirou allowed his cock to the finally sink into your desperate cunt. You flinched and gripped onto Eijirou. He stopped and kissed your shoulder. "Baby.. Are you a virgin?" He mumbled against your skin. You gave a small, embarrassed nod. Finally bottoming out inside of you, Katsuki groaned. "Who better than us to break you in?"

Once fully pushed into you, Eijirou and Katsuki stilled to give you a some time. After about a minute though, Katsuki started his thrusts. "Fuck it, she'll get used to it. Won't you, whore?" He growled into your ear. You whined softly and gripped onto Eijirou's shoulders, who also started to thrust up into you.

It wasn't long before the pain turned into pleasure and you moaned out. You'd never felt so full, not only your body but your senses. They were all you smelled, felt, heard, saw. Hell, Bakugou was all you could taste. You only tried to focus on the feeling of them rubbing against your inner walls. The quirk used on the three of you had obviously made everything way more sensitive.

Their thrusts weren't enough soon and using Eijirou as leverage, you lifted your body and allowed yourself to fall back down on their cocks. Eijirou's eyes closed and Katsuki groaned softly. 

"Shit, Pebble, just like that. That's right."

"Fuck, Teddybear.."

They whispered praises into your ears and it only spurred you on. Even when your legs wanted to give up, you continued. You chased the orgasm building up and your vision blurred. You whimpered as you felt the two marking up your body.

Soon, you finally came. Your walls squeezed and fluttered around the two. Eijirou leaned back on his elbow and rubbed quickly at your clit. You whimpered softly and continued to milk their cocks. Katsuki growled out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.."

Following your orgasm was Eijirou with a rough moan. He came inside, his cum reaching deep inside you. You gasped and that turned into a whimper as Katsuki thrust into you roughly before pulling out and cumming all over your body.

You laid against Eijirou, suddenly feeling exhausted. He chuckled and slowly pulled you, smiling at as you made a small noise. Katsuki grunted softly. "Get some rest, dumbass.. We'll take care of everything." With a hum, you let yourself fall into unconsciousness. 

Eijirou looked at Katsuki. "We need to remember to pay off that guy and the fake cops later."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. C'mon, get her washed up. I'll get my car." Katsuki stood. 

Lifting you into his arms as he stood, he smiled down at you. "Our Pebble."

Katsuki opened the door and grinned. "Our Teddybear."

[os-hyoideum]

the wh*res are fighting 19 (one-shot)

Part 19: THE DATE

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(this, perhaps, can be read seperately, so if you you wanna check it out, but nit the SMAU, then go on 😉)

a/n: Ok, it took me a long time, but I had a lot of uni work and it's also almost 5k words 🙃 Like, I can pull the standard SMAU texts out of my ass in an hour sometimes, but this? Nah-ah, I like writing, but I'm mostly slow. (but I will write out the ending too) Since the format is different, I'm putting content warnings on this (outside of the ones on the matserlist). Again, it's an AU so I will write Touya as bitchy or soft as I please, and I take no criticism for it 💅 (now watch me destroy them after some nice time - if you see this no you don't)

THE SHOT IS UNDER THE CAT

WORDCOUNT: 4878

CONTENT: hero!AU (Dabi/Touya is a hero), OOC, Y/N is awkward at feelings (cringe), lack of safety equipment (sledgehammers), romantic arson (just a bit), cursing, tatted up/pierced Touya, Touya rides motorcycle

I really hope you gonna enjoy it, cause I enjoyed writing it and I think it's alright!

You looked up from your phone to see the place where you were to meet Touya. As a first part of his date plan, he invited you to a small café that looked almost like a bookshop from outside. On the windows hung colorful fairy lights (although turned off, due to it being bright outside) and some handmade paper decorations. It truly was a nice place, but quite an unusual choice, considering it was Touya who chose it; a bit too wholesome perhaps, but who were you to judge.

After making sure that the address you arrived at was the correct one, you stopped under a tree to get some shade from the warm sun rays. You started to look around, seeing people, some of them in a rush, some enjoying the nice weather, while leisurely walking to their mysterious destinations. Unfortunately, one face was oddly familiar. Standing on the opposite side of the road was an ordinary looking man in dark clothing. Looking straight into your eyes, he moved towards the crosswalk and, in a very relaxed manner, directed his steps towards you. 

You tensed up, ready for anything. It wasn't a good omen to see him right there, right now. He was sent there as a warning and it was apparent in his intense gaze and every little calculated move. Also, because you knew how the gods' machine works. 

After barely a few seconds, the unnamed man stopped right in front of you, leaving precisely one and a half meter of space between your bodies. Perfectly straight back, relaxed face features, hands in sight. It didn't seem as though he was there to attack or cause trouble (any bigger than his presence alone already was), but you knew better than to let your guard down. Staring him down, you waited patiently for his words.

“Hello, number Four,” he said with a slight underline of contempt in his voice.

“What do you want?” You looked around to check if any unwanted attention was on you two. It wasn’t really necessary considering both of you looked like ordinary civilians, but, at the end of the day, it’s better to be aware of one’s surroundings.

The man shifted his weight slightly, taking half a step closer.

“You know your little paradise won’t last long.” He exclaimed and smiled cynically. “Or have you, perhaps, forgotten?”

“Fuck off.” With a cold voice and a cold gaze, you ended the short exchange. The man did not move, however. He stood, still with an annoyingly straight back, in front of you and looked both harmless and ready to leap at you, had he deemed it necessary.

The stare off was short lived. A few seconds later you felt a presence coming from behind you and the man was pushed away by Touya, who came just in time to hear the end of your conversation. He looked a bit concerned, but stared at the mysterious person with a hard gaze and little bit of blue flame coming from the corners of his mouth.

“She told you to fuck off, so go and scurry away.”

Unbothered, the man didn’t pay any attention to this sudden event. He seemed even amused by it to some extent.

“I see you got yourself-” he glanced quickly towards Touya, who stood right next to you “a dog.”

Already annoyed before by the sheer presence of this man, now you felt your blood boil. WIthout thinking much, you leapt towards him and harshly grabbed the collar of his shirt. You heard someone close-by whisper with a scared voice, but you paid no mind to it.

“Fuck. Off.” You started, accentuating the words and putting as much venom into them, as you could muster. “Go and crawl at their feet like the pathetic nobody that you are.”

You saw a change in his eyes. No longer emotionless, he seemed irritated, which filled you with a bit of sadistic pride. He forcefully pulled your hands away and shoved you back. Then brushed his shirt like nothing happened and, just before turning around and going away said:

“You are the same. Everyone who touches the Olymp is.”

Finally alone with your still-just-a-friend, you turned around to face him. Having brushed off the encounter, you smiled at Touya, first a little fake, but seeing him made you happy enough to be genuine after just barely a second. On the other hand though, he still seemed rather concerned with the strange turn of events. 

“Who was that?”

“He’s a colleague... from work.” Your answer didn’t lessen Touya’s worry. His brows furrowed, while he decided to press a bit more.

“From work? He’s… a hero?”

You stood right in front of him and lifted your arm, putting the thumb between his brows, watching him relax slightly, as you caressed the crease in his skin.

“From before.” It was a diplomatic answer, both a lie and a truth. You knew Touya wasn’t stupid and would get to the truth sooner or later, but for now he seemed to let it go, so you changed the topic. “So, I must ask. Why… a cafe? I would be more inclined to think you’d take me to a boxing ring or something.”

Touya smiled at your teasing tone, but did not answer. He just turned around and started walking towards the entrance of the place. He stopped and held the door for you, still standing next to the tree, a few meters away. 

“You coming?”

You looked at him unamused by his lack of answer, but went inside. It was pretty and cozy, which didn’t match with his more edgy vibe, but you just brushed it off and sat down on a plush armchair in the corner. You put your elbows on the table and propped your head on your palms, looking as Touya took his jacket off and threw it on the back of his chair. You started to closely admire the tattoos adorning both of his arms, from the hands to his shoulders (and even further, as you already knew).

“Both your tattoo and hand kink are showing, baby.” 

He sat down and looked at you with a teasing glint in his beautiful eyes. You leaned back, crossed one of your legs over the other and put your arms up, in a gesture of surrender, but then looked at him accusingly. 

“That’s not my fault that you’re a harlot. You’re basically putting yourself on display for me, so really, it’s on you. You whore.” 

“You got me, but it’s only for you.”

Touya laughed then and stood up to buy you both a coffee. You sat still, waiting and looking around. When your eyes landed on the discarded jacked, you stood up to take it. A simple black jean jacket, quite thin to be suitable for the warm weather. Holding it by the collar, you brought it closer to your face and inhaled the smell of the perfume lingering on the fabric. You couldn’t quite tell what it was, but it wasn’t too strong and you had to admit it was one of the best smells you knew, especially with the mix of natural scent of Touya’s body.

The owner of the jacket came back with the drinks a few minutes later and saw you with the piece of clothing.

“A little thief today, are we?”

You took one last whiff of the jacket and put it down.

“It smells nice. Maybe I should buy this perfume for myself.”

Touya looked up from his coffee.

“You want my perfume?”

“As I said - it’s nice.” You shrugged and saw him smirk.

“I can give you mine if you want to smell like me so badly.”

“Hmm…” You hummed and leaned forward a bit, “Well, I wouldn’t mind smelling like you.”

You took your cup and started to slowly drink, while looking into Touya’s eyes. Something in them made you feel strange, perhaps it was the softness with which he took you in. 

When sunshine fell on him from between the window decorations, he reminded you of some kind of angel, eyes almost glowing, silver piercings glistening; the sun accentuated every little shadow on his face, but, at the same time, made him look really delicate.

Touya’s gaze went down and your thought moved to the back of your mind. He adjusted his position on the chair before speaking.

“I guess I can tell you why the cafe, which you found, oh so surprising, I don’t know why.” He paused for a second to narrow his eyes at you. “I’ve heard you wanted a “normal” date, whatever the hell that means.”

“Wha-,” your eyes widened with mock surprise, “Did Shiggy snitch on me?”

“Please, he didn’t have to. It’s not like you asked all your friends for advice. So I decided to take you somewhere… classic, if you will.”

You crossed your arms on your chest and rolled your arms, then pointed an accusatory finger at your companion.

“Now you’re just mocking me.”

“Me? Never.” Obvious sarcasm on his part. “But I have one more place that I want to take you later. Perhaps more to your standards.”

Now you felt a bit guilty that he might have thought you didn’t like it. He didn’t seem so, but you preferred to explain either way.

“I don’t want you to think that I don’t appreciate it… it’s just…” You shrugged. “I didn’t expect something so… usual? Common? Normal, heh.”

“I know you’re just awkward, but let’s relax and enjoy ourselves.”

And so you did, talking about many different things for a few hours.

***

You put your index finger on your lips, pondering on something for a moment.

“Isn’t it going to be, you know… the anniversary soon? Of your mom’s divorce, I mean.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” Touya nodded.

“Damn, happy birthday then.” You brought your cup to your lips like you didn’t just say… that. But Touya lifted his eyebrows and stared at you unsure.

“What?” You just shrugged and he sighed, “Nevermind then. Happy birthday to mom.”

A few seconds of a comfortable silence fell over the two of you. The hushed voices of the people around filled your ears; they mixed together, providing a nice background noise. 

“So… how’s you dad?” You quirked an eyebrow at Touya’s surprised expression.

“You want to talk about my… dad? Of all things?”

“Well… I’m just asking! And you know… since he “sucks ass” does he also eat it?” You smiled stupidly, but he just stared with a deadpan. “Okay, stupid, I admit.”

“We have family therapy, so it’s not that bad. Though, the old mad does deserve the bullying.”

You agreed and made a toast with your drink to Touya’s words.

***

“Excuse me!?” Touya exclaimed loudly, “You did what!?”

You put an index finger to your lips trying to shush him, while a few other people looked in your direction, some with curiosity, others with disapproval.

“It wasn’t that bad…” You looked apologetically at some of the patrons. “It’s not like I died.”

Touya stared at you in shock for a good few seconds, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. He was almost at a loss of words.

“What- not like she died! Fuckin-” He groaned and dramatically clutched his shirt on his chest. “You’re killing me! You’re killing your father!”

You snorted at his statement. Well, a flair for the dramatics was in his repertoire, after all.

“Don’t you mean ‘Daddy’?” You said with an amused smile and added with a tinge of irony: “Or do you prefer ‘father’ now?”

Touya did not find it funny (or at least, he didn’t let it show on the outside, if he did). He cupped his mouth with one hand, looking to the side, as to ponder on something.

“You know what?” He directed his gaze at you. “I might have to rethink the idea that dating you would be so nice. Like, you… fucking dumbass.”

Ah, concerned Touya, pretty sweet, you had to admit, but there really wasn’t a reason for him to worry.

“Keigo was with me then.” You stated matter of factly.

“Oh, yeah,” he nodded, “I am going to talk with that bastard too… no heroing with Keigo for you!”

You seriously didn’t think that he would be so concerned about the whole ordeal. After all, it was in the past, nothing really happened and if it would have happened, then well… you wouldn’t be here to discuss it.

You smiled softly.

“I don’t think you have any say in this.”

You chuckled, when Touya very aggressively took a sip.

“Jumping off the building… Who fucking does that!?” Oh no, the stare of disapproval.

“Keigo.”

“Because he has WINGS!”

“Yeah, and he caught me because of them!” You paused for a moment and thought for a moment about it. “Though I actually wasn’t sure he would, I mean… you know. He IS quite strong though.”

Touya actually looked like he was ready to end it all right then and there.

“You… didn’t know if he would catch you?” He articulated very slowly, slightly squinting his eyes at you. “And you still jumped?”

“Yup! You know, the adrenaline, fight or flight… I chose flight obviously.” You immediately saw that your cheerful carelessness and (an amazing) joke were nor appreciated, as he looked at you with a blank face, complete deadpan.

“I think, sooner or later, I’m gonna have a heart attack because of you.”

To that, you just cackled and reassured him that you would try not to die in a near future.

***

“Sooo… My sweet Touya, my favorite Todoroki.” He braced himself for whatever you wanted to throw at him, while you shot him a suggestive look. “When are you going to do a new tattoo?”

Oh, he already knew where this was going.

“I don’t know. Why are you asking?” 

“You know…” You acted as if mulling on your idea and tilted your head to the side. “If you need some company…”

Touya sighed and just decided to get to the point.

“Do you wanna go with me?”

“Oh my god, can I?” You grinned and flicked your wrist. “You don’t have to!”

“Ok, then I’ll go alone.” He checked his phone, feigning disinterest, and took a quick look at you to see the hand still in the air and a very surprised expression on your face, that turned almost offended a second later.

“You can’t take it away from me! I’ll have you know, I have my rights.”

“I’m not taking anything away, since I never before said that you could go with me. You just always do.”

“Oh.” You looked down at your knees and did a fake sniff, knowing fully well he didn’t mind your presence… anywhere, really. “You don’t want me there?”

“Well, that-” he smirked slightly, “I never said.”

“So you’re just making a fool out of me then, I see how it is.” You crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him. He just laughed

“You already do it yourself pretty well.”

You gasped loudly with a hand on your chest.

“The audacity! You… how dare you! If you’re gonna be bitchy, I’ll fuck your sister, I will. Don’t try me.”

Touya rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Will you though?” He seemed unconvinced, you wondered why. “Honestly, I thought you did it already. You were going out with her for what? Two months? That’s long… for your standard.”

“Nooo, I didn’t… really, I did not.” Then a different thought popped up in your head. “Won’t it be weird that IF we… become a couple, potentially, and I would, hypothetically, meet your family somewhere, you know, by chance and all. That I am Fuyumi’s ex, I mean.”

He furrowed his brows to digest your question. 

“You think about that?” He smiled, seeing your awkward expression. “That’s cute of you.”

“BABY STEPS, PLEASE.” You loudly exclaimed, avoiding Touya’s eyes, to which he chuckled.

“Okay, just teasing you, baby.” His gaze softened. “But do you really care about that? What others think?”

“Uh…” you sighed, “I don’t know. Not really? But kind of.”

“It’s okay, baby steps, like you said.”

He leaned forward over the table, took your hand into his and soothingly caressed it with his thumb. Your heartbeat quickened a bit and, surprised at that, you just stared at Touya’s slowly moving finger. Feeling were never easy nor were they particularly good, but it felt so nice.

***

Suddenly you saw a flicker of colorful lights next to you, seeing that the decorations on the window were turned on. Looking out the window, you noticed how dark it became. The street neon lights were illuminated everywhere, people moving in all directions to unwind after hard days of work during the week. You were almost shocked at how fast the time went by.

“It’s pretty late, isn’t it?”

Touya hummed in agreement and, without saying anything, stood up to pay the bill. Earlier, you almost fought him to split it, but you came to an agreement that another time (“Oh, you already want to go out with me again?”, he teased) you would be the one paying. A moment later he came back, put his jacket on and you both exited the lovely cafe.

“So… where are we going?” You asked after following him in a completely opposite direction, to which you came from earlier that day.

“You’ll see.” 

Ah, so much for getting information out of Mr Todoroki.

With a sigh, you just decided to follow him in silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable, like it usually tends to be, for which you were grateful. He wasn’t pushy, let you do things at your own pace, so you felt… comfortable.

A moment later you felt him grab your hand and let him intertwine your fingers together. Again, the annoying feeling in your chest reappeared. You would need to get a grip on yourself, if this was to continue. The evening was getting quite chilly so Touya used his quirk to make his palm warmer, but you almost took your hand away. You knew that it was bad for him, especially without his support items, even though he was able to control it, almost to perfection. Before you were able to get away, his skin quickly went back to its natural cooler state with a light squeeze to your hand.

Going through the busy street, you were able to observe people differently than usual. On patrols, you were mostly checking out dark alleyways, some abandoned or suspicious buildings, sometimes sites on the outskirts of the city; being able to, sometimes, take in the lively energy of the crowd was enjoyable.

Touya stopped after turning into some calmer sideroad. He took his hand from yours to grab a helmet and then helped you put it on. 

“We taking your baby for a spin?”

“Of course.”

“Hmm, nice.”

After putting on his own helmet he sat down on the motorcycle, waiting for you to do the same. You noticed a new paint job on the matte black surface of the machine. On the sides were done shining blue flames, very on brand for him. You liked it. 

You sat down behind Touya taking a hold of his waist, when he revved the engine and slowly drove away from the busy part of the city. Expertly maneuvering the streets, soon enough you were driving on the outskirts, where barely anyone was out. You looked at the changing scenery over his shoulder, noting the road you were taking seemed familiar. The trees surrounding you from both sides made the night look a bit unnerving, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. The city was far behind already.

You squeezed him just a tiny bit stronger and put your head on his shoulder, careful not to knock the helmets on each other. Loud howling of the wind and the noise of the engine were a surprisingly calming combination, which you have discovered long ago, the first time Touya took you for a drive.

Finally, the motorcycle slowed down. You passed the old busted metal gate and entered a site surrounded by a tall chain link fence, made from wire much thicker than usual to make it more sturdy. The place was situated on a flat field, a bit away from the trees. You could barely see the outline of the big city from where you were.

The space where he parked was relatively empty, save for an occasional piece of metal or glass laying here and there. The only building was a huge square block, bare walls outside “decorated” only by identical windows with perfectly measured spaces in between them. The inside should be relatively empty. What ought to be there are only some vacated rooms and stairs leading from the ground, through three stories, to the roof.

You got off the motorcycle and took the helmet off, hanging it on the handlebar. Taking a closer look around, you notice a pair of sledgehammers and a can of gasoline next to the gate of the building.

“An abandoned Commission site, huh?” You asked rhetorically, but Touya looked surprised at that.

“How do you know what this place is?” 

You decided to ignore him and just pointed to the items you noticed.

“You planning to kill me here or something?” You said with a smile, looking at him. He quirked an eyebrow and moved to pick up the sledgehammers and offered you one.

“Birdbrain said we can trash this place.” You took the tool weighing it in your hand with ease.

“Of course he did.” You glanced at the gasoline. “Did he also say we can play with fire?”

Touya smirked, lifted his hand towards his face and lighted his pinky finger with blue fire. He then moved the hand more towards you, letting you blow it out.

“With me, it’s always playing with fire.”

“I knew you were an arsonist at heart, Touya.” You chuckled lightly, but your voice quickly died down when you looked at him.

He looked at you with an intensity that instantly hypnotized you to focus only on his eyes, which seemed to glow slightly. The only source of light was the moon and the stars in the sky so you were surrounded by harsh shadows and an occasional speck of moonlight.

The gaze with which he stared at you almost made you uncomfortable, because it seemed like he was able to read every little dirty secret you held deep within. A quick thought, that maybe he actually could read you like that, crossed your mind. 

He moved a step towards you and brought his hand to grip your chin. Not hard enough to hurt you, but enough to feel that he could, if he wanted to. Exciting.

He pulled your face a little, so that his lips were right next to your ear. You felt his hot breath on your skin, when he asked:

“Aren’t you?” 

You felt him move his mouth across your skin, from your ear right to your lips. The grip on your chin lessened as he moved his hand to hold the back of your neck instead. It wasn’t anything new to kiss him, but it felt a lot more intimate this time. No force behind it, no rush, nothing inherently sexual; just softness, an interesting contrast to his intense eyes and touches.

He moved away, just enough to speak up, your noses still touching.

“Come on.” He let go completely and moved to grab the gasoline, before entering the building.

You stood in place a moment longer, rendered speechless and motionless by the emotions you felt. The loud hammering in your chest was almost deafening. Not good, get a fucking grip. Without a word, you followed Touya inside.

After a few moments (when the blood pump finally decided to calm down), you glanced around. As you thought, a big empty space, at least on the ground floor. Since the electricity had been shut off a long time ago, the only light was coming from the moon and your phone flashlight. You went after him towards the stairs to the first floor, where a space was filled a little bit more by the rooms dividing the place.

Touya stopped next to a wall to one of the former offices and put his things down, before taking your phone to light your blank canvas, ready for destruction.

“Swing.” And so you did.

You braced yourself against the floor for stabilization and took a wide swing, from behind your back. The hammer made an impact with the wall and with ease penetrated it to the other side. Forcefully, you teared it out, making the hole two times wider.

Oh, it was so liberating. The destruction and chaos of this place would bring you much pleasure.

With a laugh, you took a next swing, and then another, and another. Both of you went on a rampage, destroying what you could in this deserted place. All of the windows broken (some of them with your fist covered in a rug found somewhere on the ground), the inside walls full of holes, doors ripped out of its hinges. The place filled only with dust, debris, and the laughter and screams of both of you.

After you had enough, you ended up lying on the roof. Touya’s head right next to yours, although upside down, as he laid in the opposite direction.

You stared at the clear night sky, admiring millions of stars visible that night. It was always an otherworldly experience to be able to see them. It made everything seem so insignificant in the comparison to the vastness and beauty of space.

Touya, however, was not looking at the sky. His eyes were focused solely on you. He liked the peace and calm visible on your face. You felt his gaze on the side of your face and turned your head to the side, to also look at him.

You moved your hand to push his hair back. It was always really soft to the touch.

“Your roots are showing.” You said quietly, looking at the white part of his hair. He just hummed with eyes closed, marveling at the soft touch on his head.

Before he could fall asleep here, you took your hand and sat up cross-legged. You turned around to look at him, still lying down and still looking at you.

“Didn’t you want to commit arson?”

He perked up at that and got up, but stopped you, when you moved to do the same.

“Wait a second and don’t move.”

You stayed seated and just observed as Touya took the can and started to pour the gasoline on the roof, away from the stairs, in some kind of pattern. When he finished, he motioned you with his hand to come to him.

Ah, so the gasoline heart then. You weren’t really surprised by it, but still laughed, although more at the weirdly proud expression Touya had on his face.

“It’s really cheesy,” you paused for dramatic effect, “I love it.” 

You kissed him lightly on the cheek, to which he froze for a second. Oh, could it be that this time you were the one to render him speechless? After the initial shock, he beamed at you with his stupidly wide grin that sometimes appeared on his face. Though, after a moment it faltered and he grabbed your upper arm. You could pull away, if you wanted, but you just let him hold you.

“Who was that man today?” This again. He seemed worried, more than anything, which you didn’t like that much, cause he could drill it out of you, if he truly wanted. So you decided to avoid his eye, looking in the other direction.

“I told you already… it’s a colleague from work.”

“You know I don’t buy it.”

“I know, but… it’s the truth.” You looked him straight in the eyes, so he would know that it was not a lie.

“I hope you know you can tell me anything.” You wished you could.

“Give me the matches.” He knew that for that moment that would be it, so he let go of your arm with a sigh and took out a small box out of his pocket.

You took it and moved to the other side of the gasoline heart.

You wiped your teeth with your hand, to which Touya raised his eyebrows, but when you took one match out of the box and lit it directly on your teeth, he did look impressed by your trick.

Touya lit his blue flame and both of you set ablaze the gasoline. The fire traveled from both sides, to meet in the middle and create more green-like color. From behind the flames, you were able to see just his silhouette. A beautiful, although terrifying (to some) imagery. 

When the fire started spreading, you quickly moved to leave this place behind. 

Again on the motorcycle, tightly embracing Touya’s torso, you looked back to stare at the rising flames. Colors mixed with each other, creating a picture any painter would be proud of.

Playing with fire was always thrilling, you just hoped none of you would get burned.

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A sigh ripped past my throat as I stared down at my feet with hazy eyes, feeling the rain hit my body without mercy while I sat on the curb, not wanting to go home to where my parents fought and argued for the millionth time, at least my twin sister is at her training camp so she doesn't have to endure this shit. Then there's the fact my phone broke during my mother and I's fight, so I couldn't call anyone to see if I could stay over, even though I'd rather not bother anyone anyways, they probably got better things to do than deal with my ass. Groaning at the thought I tried to wipe the tears from my eyes when I heard footsteps approach, "[Y/n]? What are you doing in the rain?" My eyes widened at the familiar voice, turning my gaze his way I saw my usual bed headed boyfriend standing besides me, holding his umbrella over the both of us.

His cat like eyes staring down at me with confusion and worry, something I could never get used too. "They're fighting again.." Was all I muttered out, running a hand through my drenched [H/c] hair in order to move it out of my face while Kuroo held out his hand. "Come on then you're coming home with me" I had no time to object when he was already pulling me off the ground, forcing me against him, which nearly made us topple over, but an unusual sly smirk was now present on his face as he looked up at me, but the smirk wasn't one of the usual ones that girls and guy's alike would swoon over. "Should we get going?" I could only nod, keeping my gaze on him while he laced our fingers together, practically dragging me along with him under his umbrella.

His coat had a few wet spots from loose rain drops, the red of it reminding me of his Nekoma volleyball jacket. His focus stayed in front of us, a lingering determination hidden under the beautiful hazel of his eyes that I could look into for hours, and the way he held himself with confidence is something I will always admire, wishing I could do so myself, and mean it at least. Feigned confidence is something I can do well, but Kuroo has been the only one to see past it, hell he even pointed it out when we first met. "Getting a good look?" He chuckled, tightening his grip on my hand a bit in a comforting way that slowly brought a heat to my cheeks, "Maybe.." I muttered out, quickly turning my gaze away from the shorter male when a small, genuine smile was brought to his lips.

As much as I tried I couldn't stop my thoughts from wandering to their usual dark place, staring down at Kuroo and I's joined hands with furrowed brows. How could he love someone as expressionless as me? I can barley smile, I can't speak my mind without being scared of what he might think or say afterwards, even if deep down I know he cares, and that he'd never do anything to hurt me. It truly makes me wonder, how someone as great as him, would want to be with someone as broken as me, it's simply a hard pill for me to swallow. The sudden tap on my shoulder brought my attention back, seeing that we had finally arrived at Kuroo's house, him holding the door open for me with that worried gaze of his.

"Sorry.." Walking inside I took off my shoes and slipped on the slippers I kept here, not really wanting to walk throughout his house since I'm still soaking wet. "C'mon you need to get in the shower, you're a baby when you're sick" He laughed, forcing me up the stairs towards the bathroom while my heart fluttered in my chest, wanting to hear more of his laughter until he finally shoved me in the bathroom, "I'll bring you clothes and a towel, then after we can cuddle on my bed." After that I started my relaxing, skin melting hot shower only taking about ten minutes since the idea of cuddling with my lover was all to tempting. So when I stepped out the bathroom, dressed in grey sweatpants and a T-shirt I looked around the room for the middle blocker, sighing in defeat when I couldn't find him and simply sat at the edge of his bed.

I laid the towel on my head, not caring for the little water droplets that hit my cheek, slowly sliding down to my neck as I looked at the floor.

"He deserves better than you! No one could even bother loving you! He's probably just a whore for your cock!"

My mothers words rang through my head as tears slowly gathered in my eyes, blurring my vision almost immediately. I always wondered why she'd bring Kuroo into our fights, telling me constantly that he'd be better off fucking a pretty girl then being a whore for a guy like me. I had never been so angry at her, I never cared for when she'd insult me but insulting Kuroo was out of the question, it was immediately after she shouted the word that I threw my phone behind me, shattering its screen and putting a hole in the wall. I hated fighting with her, knowing she's just pissed that dad wouldn't give her a good fuck anymore simply because he found his co-worker much more interesting.

Tears slowly flooded from my eyes as I let out a choked sob, resting my elbows on my knees as my head hung low, feeling my body tremble and my chest ache. My breath caught in my throat when slim fingers slid under my chin, pulling my head up so I could look into that gorgeous hazel I fell in love with many years ago. "It'll be okay [Y/n], I'm here" He whispered out, the soft tone was something I hadn't heard much of, but was calmed by nonetheless, my hand reached out, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him towards me, a pleading look in my eye begging for him to climb into my lap which surprised him greatly. Never once in our relationship have I initiated anything that involved physical contact, hell I couldn't even utter the words 'I love you' because every time I tried my mothers words would weigh me down.

However Kuroo still gladly slipped into my lap, moving his arms to rest on my shoulders while mine wrapped around his waist securely, burying my face into the crook of his neck, simply wanting the touch of my lover against me. The feeling of Kuroos fingers running through my hair slowly calms my painful sobs, turning them into quiet sniffles, taking a deep breath of his scent that I craved for everytime he was away. My hands stayed on the small of his back, pulling away from the hug just enough so I could rest my forehead against his, brushing our noses together softly as I stared into his eyes that looked torn from my own broken gaze. "Sometimes I think my mother is right, I truly believe I don't deserve you, you've always been there for me no matter what and what have I ever done in return? She makes me feel like I'm just dead weight to you, and honestly most the time I believe it."

Before he could interrupt I brought my hand to his cheek, brushing my thumb along his cheekbone in order to cut him off, "You always stuck to me though, even when so many people threw themselves at you, people that could've been so much better for you, you still chose me, an emotional broken wreak of a man." He stayed silent as I talked, biting his lower lip with a twinge of something hidden behind those pools of hazel, watching me intently when my gaze shifted towards his lips, moving my hand so that my thumb could pull his lower lip from his teeth.

"But god damn you manage to make me feel so fucking special" I whispered out, feeling his grip on my hair tighten by a fraction as I captured his lips with my own, loving how surprisingly soft they felt against my own, but the kiss ended as soon as it started, even though I couldn't bring myself to pull away to much. "I want to be with you for as long as you'll let me, cause fuck Tetsurou I love you to much to let you go" I mumbled against his lips, looking into his half lidded eye's that brightened with so much happiness they literally teared up, and being anxiety filled I thought I had made him upset for a moment, but that thought quickly left when he smashed his lips against mine with so much force that I fell against his bed.

He had the biggest smile I've ever seen as he pressed his palms against my chest, looking down at me with a loving look I happily returned, smiling back at the bed headed male, "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear that! God I love you, you idiot!" He laughed, leaning down to press a, this time, soft kiss against my lips.

"I love you too Testu."