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Chapter 39 Heart on fire

Chapter 39 of Sugar

A/N- We’re so close to that scene :/

Warning- Swearing, ANGST, fluff!!, violence and blood, Sukuna, SPOILERS!!!! long chapter!

Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Episode and or chapters- Chapters 255-256

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*THE DAY BEFORE*

“Hello?! Can I come in?”

You drop the dirty bed covers and rush to the door to welcome your daughter who had stayed the night with Satoru, after your wedding because he was nice enough to take her so Choso and you could have the night to celebrate.

“Good morning Chipmunk,” you greet her happily.

Satori smiles at you and greets you back sweetly as her eyes wander inside the room. “Good morning.”

You step aside and let her walk into the room you share with Choso, which probably seems weird to her considering only a year ago her father would greet her every morning.

“Good morning Satori,” Choso greets as he walks out of the bathroom with his wet hair draped over his neck and a hairbrush in his hand.

“Hi, Choso,” she greets timidly as she sits on your side of the bed and watches him sit at the other end. “Was your night at your uncle's fun?”

She drags herself back and hums as she nods eagerly. “Ijichi, Shoko, my Uncle, and I went to get crepes for breakfast,” she says as she intently watches Choso begin to brush his hair. “I had ice cream in mine because my uncle said it was okay.”

You draw in a deep annoyed breath as you pass by your daughter, but she has no clue that the retell of her breakfast choice annoys you.

“Uhm, Choso…” she pauses and inches herself closer to him. “Can I…brush your hair?”

You stop as you pick up the bed sheets once again and glance at Choso and your daughter with curiosity to catch what he’d say and what reaction he’ll carry on his face.

“Oh,” he says under his breath with surprise before he twists his body to look at her with that same surprise twisted on his face. It almost looks like he’s afraid to respond though since Satori and Choso are still getting used to each other.

“If that’s okay with your mother,” he makes sure to say, making both pairs of eyes fly to you at the same time.

“If that’s okay with you,” you redirect with a wobbly smile brought by pure excitement. “If you like your personal space that’s fine, she’ll understand.”

Choso blinks and looks at your daughter, catching her dark eyes gleaming with anticipation, so how can he say no?

Not like that was ever his intention in the first place, he just needed to check in with you first.

“Yeah, that’s fine, go ahead,” he gives Satori the go-ahead, making her squeal before she scurries over behind him.

“I promise not to pull,” she assures him as she takes the brush from his hand. “And I promise not to leave your buns crooked like…” she trails off and leans in his ear. “…like my mommy,” she whispers very loudly, causing you to pout—“but you can’t be mad at her, Belinda says she would always do my mom's hair when she was a little girl.”

Choso’s shoulders shake as he laughs and they both peer back at you before he whispers back just as loudly. Albeit he means his comment more as a teasing one rather than an actual warning like Satori’s.

“As long as you promise then.”

Satori beams at him and nods before she grabs some of his wet hair and starts to gently brush it.

“I used to brush my daddy's hair too,” she mentions, so you start to walk out of the room to drop the sheets outside the door—“Nanako never let me brush her hair, but Mimiko did. And my dolls can’t talk, so brushing their hair is boring, and my uncle's hair is so small.”

“Short,” you correct her from outside the hall.

“Right,” she repeats. “Short.”

You hum contently as you walk back to collect the blankets since Choso and you stained those too.

“Did you ever brush your brother's hair?” She asks innocently. “What about your mom did she brush your hair.”

You stop and glance over just in case you need to interject and tell her about his family, but Choso lets out a small breath and responds calmly, with no sign of discomfort or sorrow. “I never met my mother, and one of my brothers had a strand of hair, while the other had no hair. And Yuji, well, I think we’re too old for that.”

“Oh, well, I can brush your hair then,” she tries to comfort him. “You just tell me.”

He hums softly and whispers kindly. “I will. Thank you.”

You smile to yourself and continue to walk out, this time though, you have to take it all to the washer so you stop under the doorframe and talk to the pair over your shoulder. “I’ll be back, I'm going to put this in the washer. Don’t leave,” you tease.

“Maybe we will,” Satori doesn’t fail to throw right back in between snickers

You scoff in amusement and hurryingly do what you need, catching your brother outside the house trapped in a conversation with the chatty old lady who lives down the street. He doesn’t notice you which is a good thing, you don’t want to go out there and save him from that conversation because all that will happen is you will get caught with them too, and not be able to get out until the old lady wears herself out of talking. Which, for someone her age, is pretty impressive.

When you return upstairs to rejoin Choso and Satori though, you come to a stop past the door, not because you catch Satori’s protective Tiger cursed spirit small like a little tiger cub and staring right into your soul, but because what she asks Choso catches you off guard.

“Will you get your dad out of my daddy? He was mean and kind of scary, my daddy was never like that.”

You swallow thickly as you realize how traumatizing it must’ve been getting treated so poorly by a man who is using her father's body for his advantage. You did spare it a thought, you checked in on your daughter after it happened, but with everything that's going on, with all the loss you had to endure in the span of a day, you have to admit you haven’t been such a supportive mother to your daughter.

“It won’t be me,” Choso admits. “I wish I could, but I’m needed elsewhere. Your mom and someone else will get my father out of your dad's body.”

You tiptoe further and stay under the shadow of your bedroom's hall to listen in undetected, noticing at that moment Satori put the brush down and express deep worry. “Oh.”

Choso notices that shaky exhale and slowly turns, catching you watching in the distance but shying away.

“Your mother is strong, she’ll win,” he tries to assure Satori with what he knows will be true. “She’ll come back to you.”

The Tiger cursed spirit tangled with her soul nuzzles his head against her to comfort her weeping heart and she speaks up quietly, almost sounding afraid. “My daddy was strong too, but he never made it back home.”

Your breath catches in your throat and you get ready to step out of the shadows to go and comfort her, but Choso doesn’t find any hesitance before he brushes a strand of her behind her ear and comforts her with that soft and tender voice he always talks with when he’s with you and Yuji.

“I will protect your mother with all the strength I have so she can come back to you, I swear.”

Satori sniffles and blinks repeatedly before looking at him with such sad eyes that you feel your heartache at the mere sight.

“You promise?” She asks.

Choso holds her gaze so she can know he’s trustworthy and nods to reassure her. “I swear.”

Yet as much as your heart aches, you still can’t help but smile in awe at the bond Choso and Satori are slowly building. It makes you so happy that they’re getting along.

“Okay, as long as you promise,” her voice shifts to sound more upbeat now that she has the reassurance she needs. And since their conversation isn’t so personal anymore you walk out and sit with your daughter on the bed, choosing to lay down behind her and watch Choso get up to grab something from his drawer.

Satori sees how you’re splayed out and turns to lay on you, causing her Tiger to climb on your legs and mirror her actions.

“I have something I want to give you Satori,” Choso lets her know, piquing her interest to the point she basically jumps up on the bed to turn and face him.

“A present?” She asks giddily and clasps her hands together.

Choso faces her with a small red box in his hands. When he reaches the edge of the bed Satori crawls over there excitedly and doesn’t think twice before taking her gift from his hand.

Before she can open it she glances over at you with an excited grin and then looks down to open her box, seeing a gold heart locket necklace tucked inside that she takes out with widened eyes glimmering with overwhelming joy.

“Look, Mommy!” She exclaims giddily and crawls back to you to point to her name engraved on the locket. “That’s my name and…it matches your locket too!” She bounces before she opens the locket and almost stops breathing when she sees what is stored inside.

“Who is it?” You ask knowing who it was in the pictures already.

“Daddy, you, my sisters, and the other one is me, my uncle Nanami, and my Uncle Satoru,” she says as she admires the small photos you tucked inside. “Wow.”

Her eyes drift to you before she turns to give you her back and pass you the locket. “Put it on, put it on!”

You sit up, making her Tiger cursed spirit slide off your lap, and grab the locket, but interject first. “What do you say first?”

She looks at Choso with a wide beaming grin and quickly pours out her gratitude. “Thank you Choso, I love it so much! You’re the best.”

Choso swallows back the lump of happy and sappy emotions that form in his throat and can only offer her a soft smile between his emotional state. “You welcome.”

Satori looks down to admire her locket as you hang it around her, so you then look over at Choso and pass him a love-filled smile and tender words you mouth. “I love you.”

He mirrors your lovestruck look and doesn’t hesitate to redirect those sweet words in just the same way. “I love you too.

You spare him one last lingering and awe-filled look before you return your attention to your daughter still excited over her gift and can’t help the sweet thoughts that float into your mind about how much you appreciate and love Choso for cherishing your daughter and treating her so kindly. Any other man would have given her a cold shoulder for being the daughter of another man, but Choso really cares for her like she was his own child.

That’s how you know you’d die for him.

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*NOW*

There they stand grande as ever, chests puffed out, confidence gleaming in their eyes, no sign of falter in their bravery or fear in their demeanor. That’s what you like about Larue and Miguel, they face the opponent fearlessly even if they feel a sliver of it.

It’s what Suguru liked about them too.

“You don’t know who I am?” Miguel proclaims with Mei-Mei’s little brother in his grasp after saving him from the demon, or so you piece together, you just got here.

“You Japanese people really ought to expand your horizons!”

You scoff in amusement and shake your head before you murmur. “Those idiots better not die.”

“You don’t trust them?” Choso asks he raises his head to look at the scene ahead over your head.

You grab at your healing wound and wince before you argue in their defense. “Even when I tried to hate them I trusted them. They’re my family, and besides Satoru, they loved me like my blood family never did. I trust them with my life and that of my children’s…I just don’t want them to die.” You blink and let your eyes flicker to the ground for a second as you basically breathe out your words. “I don’t want anyone else to die.”

You then step forward and hold your breath as Sukuna destroys the building Larue and Miguel are on. You know this destruction won’t be their demise, but your fear of losing the ones you love runs rampant now.

“Before you go,” Choso interjects and you hear his feet shift back on the ground. “Can I tell you that I love you?”

You watch Yuji pass by as you turn around and face your husband with your eyebrows knitted in confusion, but a soft enamored smile on your face.

“I know. I love you too. I would give my life for yours you know.” You mention lightheartedly.

But why is he being so overly appreciative at this moment? Not that he can’t be sweet, but what brought this on?

Is it your gash? Is he still shaken from your close meeting with death?

Or is it because Sukuna is still winning?

Nevertheless, you don’t ask because you watch Choso’s soft look quickly vanish as he steps toward you with his jaw clenched. “No,” he blurts sharply. “Don’t you ever do anything so stupid. Not for me.”

You step toward him and gently press your soft hands on his jaw. “Then for who? If not for you then for who? I love you.”

“If you love me you wouldn't throw your life away,” he argues back angrily. “If you love me you’d live your life. You’d live an amazing life with our twins, and with your daughter. And you’d remember me fondly, but never ever do something idiotic like that.”

You should hit him, you want to hit him rather than cry, but you look at his sweet and handsome face, you remember his promise and now you respond with anger. “You promised you wouldn’t leave me. I am not letting you go. I mean it, I would sacrifice what brings me pride and strength.”

Choso shakes his head and narrows his gaze before grabbing your shoulders and pushing you against a wall, whilst those honey-imbued eyes turn dark and threatening. “And I promised another you would return home. I mean to keep that promise because I cherish her too.”

Satori…he promised that to her…But what about the promise to you?

If he dies you won’t love another. You mean that. Your heart doesn’t have room to love another.

It’s why you can’t be sad. Instead, there’s something else that brews within you as you hear him talk so melancholy and like some doomed hero. And it’s anger.

“I would curse this world before I let you die, let that be clear.” You huff and push him off you to turn away and run off to join the others in the building that no longer has a roof or an upper part of its body, but stands by some divine miracle. And once again you see your family, Miguel and Larue fighting with everything they have just like they always have for as long as you’ve known them, and just like before it never fails to fuel your fighting spirit.

But how can you approach them? How can you surprise Sukuna to put him at a disadvantage?

Attack from the side?

No, he’ll catch you just as you run out of the shadows.

From up top?

Hm…

You could use your technique and then use a weapon for the sake of Choso’s poor worried heart.

There’s a chance Sukuna will catch you but you can still get one advantage from it, so you’ll do it.

You hop from wall to wall to get to higher ground without having to climb any stairs or anything, and when you can see everyone down below you gain a sense of cockiness that had otherwise been wiped out when Sukuna managed to land a slash on you.

It’s a dangerous thing. It always is, but you can’t help but pull on a smirk on your features before you step back to gain momentum when you sprint forward and hop off some brick ledge.

And just like you assumed, Sukuna catches your shadow on the ground growing bigger the closer you get to the ground, so he quickly disregards Miguel and looks up, when he notices that it’s you coming for another round, he gets prepared to swing another sharp slash, but rather than landing a punch on him, you pull your fist back and ram your fist on the ground instead, creating at that moment, a crater and sending shockwaves that blast Sukuna to the sky.

You snap your eyes up to keep your gaze on him and quickly push yourself off the ground to chase after him in the middle of the air.

Sukuna catches you right away with the two eyes he has left to see and prepares to block whatever attack he predicts, whilst you play dumb by throwing blasts of wind to try and hit him. As you get close to him, you throw one fist and he quickly counters by trapping your fist in his grasp, but that’s what you wanted. He fell into your trap.

He doesn’t know you’re fueled by your family's fire, by their mere presence, so he doesn’t expect you to swing your other fist, nor the gusts of wind wrapping around your hand before you swiftly throw an uppercut on his jaw.

Sukuna’s head snaps back, and a couple of drops of blood fly out, fueling that cockiness already pumping too wildly, so you quickly flip in the air and summon a blast of blazing fire from your leg to use it to kick him down to the ground.

The moment he lands, his body hits with a loud and violent crash as the ground crumbles beneath him. He expects you to quickly follow by quickly coming down and jabbing your fist in his chest, so he swiftly gets back up.

However, instead of you hitting him, Miguel is the one who throws his fist, almost catching the beast off guard, but at the last second gaining his attention.

Albeit, just as Sukuna counters, Miguel is swift and catches one of his wrists, while deflecting the other fist. You land beside them and watch Miguel jab his fist right on Sukuna’s wound on his chest and push him back right into Choso’s path.

Thus before Choso can be caught, he shoots piercing blood at Sukuna’s back, but of course, Sukuna senses the attack and drags himself back to let the piercing blood pierce through a wall. Then out of annoyance Sukuna turns around and throws a big slash at Choso that breaks through that cockiness you had let grow a little too big.

“Choso!” You bellow and feel your eyes widen when the slashes hit him.

You run towards him and don’t catch the sound of glass breaking above you.

“Choso?!” You call out in panic.

Said man steps forward on the balcony he’s on and puts his arms out to show off the gashes that cut deep on his arms.

“I’m okay, don’t worry. I managed to block it,” he says so you won’t worry any longer, or do anything stupid for him.

But the only thing you want to do is tell him to just stay out of the fight from now on, but he wouldn’t listen and you don’t want to argue with a wall so you look at him with a pain-stricken gaze that makes his heart sink, and that he’d recognize no matter what color eyes you had.

“I’m okay sweetheart. Go, counter him.”

You hesitate but listen and turn, catching Sukuna pushing Yuji off after the boy manages to catch him off guard and push him down on the ground so hard that it breaks beneath Sukuna’s weight.

“You’re still around?” He says with annoyance and a hint of boredom.

But by now he should accept Yuji is a strong and capable fighter, he should really be more cautious than annoyed. But maybe that’s a fault that will be his doom.

You surely hope Yuji is—no, you believe fate will make him the one that finally ends that demon.

Actually, you wish it would be at this very moment, you don’t want to risk losing anyone by prolonging this fight, but Sukuna is strong for a reason. So you need to titter him to that edge.

And a way you can help reach such a thing is by helping Maki. She startles you when you see her creeping towards Sukuna with her giant blade, but you quickly snap out of that stupor before you can give her away, and instead bask your arm on fire before building a beautiful blade made from your flames.

You don’t want Sukuna to notice Maki, so you help her by dashing forward and lunging at his chest like some desperate attempt. And just like you planned, he brings his hand down and clamps onto your wrist before snapping your arm down in a way it shouldn’t bend.

You cry out in pain, and it almost looks like you can see Yuji's pulse thump in his widened eyes when he sees the way Sukuna hurts you. And your name rings out from Choso’s mouth as he calls out for you. But as much as you’re writhing in pain and no matter who’s filled with worry, Sukuna pulls one arm up to get ready to bring a slash down and slice your arm off.

Yuji catches his attempt and gets ready to defend you, but before Sukuna can strike, before Yuji can come to your aid, Maki’s mighty blade swings up, and the hand Sukuna was going to use to slash off your arm, plops on the ground, making you smirk through your throbbing pain.

“Gotcha, ass,” you sneer.

Sukuna shoots you a seething glare and from one second to another he suddenly dashes away and out of anger and revenge, strikes Larue with a black flash.

Which would make it his second black flash. He could fully regain his RCT if he keeps going on like this, you need to work harder to weaken him, after all, you all know what he can do if he gains all his power back, and now that Satoru isn’t here to try and stop him, it would bring your doom.

Which is why you have to fight harder. You’ll have to apologize to Choso later about opting out from using your technique as your first line of defense, you just can’t willing choose to use blades when you have something stronger at your disposal. Plus, Sukuna hurt Larue. He almost killed him and took away someone else you care about. You won’t hold back, not because you’re hurt, and not because you’re not as strong as when you first fought him. You just snap your arm back in place and roll your shoulders as you pierce your glare into the depths of Sukuna’s soul.

You seep your cursed energy through the ground and get ready to grab pieces of it to throw it at him. However, just before you can pick anything off the ground, a grip grabs a hold of the back of your shirt and before you can fight back you’re picked up and yanked away, losing sight of your target, and the hold you already had on the ground beneath you.

You quickly look over to see who the culprit is and notice Choso kicking a long handlebar from the ground at Sukuna.

“Choso!” You call out in annoyance.

Your husband peers over his shoulder and shoots you a menacing glare. “Heal your arm.”

You part your lips to argue back, but he…he’s right. Plus now that you’re not caught up in your anger you catch Larue bleeding on the ground and barely keeping his eyes open.

“Larue!” You cry out with concern and run over to him since you are closer to him than Miguel is.

“Larue,” you mutter in disbelief and fall beside him to grab his soft face. “You’re okay, yeah? I just mean you’ll be okay, yes?”

His eyes slowly drift up and he swallows back thickly before he nods. “Of course, sweet Geto…oh, I suppose that’s not your name anymore.”

You can’t help but smile even if that name now only belongs to your daughter and the man who gave it to her.

“You took a hell of a punch, which means I was right about coming here,” Miguel scolds Larue as he joins the two of you.

“Maybe, but don’t you feel at least somewhat cockier knowing you fought off Sukuna as long as you did,” Larue tries to make the man see a brighter side to the darkness that Sukuna brings with him like a plague.

“I don’t run that way, you know that, Larue,” Miguel retorts as you both grab one of Larue’s arms and help him to his feet.

“Go home you two,” you almost sound like you’re pleading but you manage to play it off as a simple suggestion. “You played your part and did good.”

Larue slowly turns his head to look at you and gently shakes it with the energy he has. “We’re here already, we’ll wait for you so we can all return home.”

All this time you’ve been so mad…but now you wonder why.

“All right,” you fight against your better judgment. “At least meet up with Shoko and watch from afar. She’ll be able to heal you too. And…call Satori…just check in for me, please.”

Miguel nods this time. “Of course we will. Now run along, help take this bastard down.”

You narrow your gaze with concern. “Are you sure?” You probe.

“Hm,” he hums in agreement. “I got Larue from here.”

You look over to where you hear the commotion of the fight and catch Choso below with his fist in the air before he shouts out. “Supernova!”

The building Sukuna was in explodes, throwing out debris and a thick cloud of dust. You smirk since you can’t hide your pride for Choso’s quick thinking.

Yet it’s at that moment that you miss the flash that zips out of the building and hides in the cloud of dust. You catch a set of slashes that make it out of the cloud of dust, but you don’t catch the big demon until he’s suddenly behind the man you love, looking as menacing as never before.

“Choso,” you bellow out your warning, but Sukuna’s too fast, he grabs the back of Choso’s shirt and hurls him to a nearby wall.

You see Choso crash and don’t even get time to think before your feet take you over to him in a hurry.

Alas, Sukuna lunges at Choso first and throws his fist.

“Choso,” you shriek with your heart clenched in your chest.

Sukuna’s fist hits Choso and bright black flashes explode out of the swing, sending you to a blind fury.

You don’t even move from where you are though. Not at that instant, first, you gather a thrashing orb of air and shoot it at Sukuna as if it were one of Choso’s blood arrows.

The moment it gets close to Sukuna he doesn’t find the second the dodge it, the ball of air smacks him across the face and throws him away from where Choso is. Second, you race after Sukuna like your life depends on it and hop off your feet and bring your fist down on him. Albeit he manages to block this attempt.

But, you don’t let it stop you, you add more force to your fist almost in a way Yuki would do, but you’re lacking her technique, so you just use the weight of the air wrapped around your first and use your cursed energy.

“You will not take him away from me,” you sneer but not loud, low, and with a menacing growl behind each word before you bring both fists up and start swinging down like a feral beast.

Sukuna tries to hold you up and pull you away with the two hands he has left, but you keep adding more air, more strength, and add more raging elements that keep pressing him down so hard he’s making a hole in the ground.

“Love is such a potent thing,” Sukuna manages to say through gritted teeth. “It disgusts me.”

“The only disgusting thing here is you,” you snap back. You then summon water to your hand and quickly twirl it around him to trap his head in a water orb before shooting water through his eyes, his nose, and his mouth to drown him.

Sukuna’s fight against you weakens as he tries to fight off your attack but you add more force behind it, while that anger displays a smugness on your face.

“Die,” you whisper at him and imbue one hand with fire. You then snap your arm down to try and punch it through his stomach where his cursed enemy thrives, but before your fist can make contact, the mouth on his stomach opens wide and chomps on your leg.

Your eyes peel wide at the feeling of teeth piercing through your leg, and your advantage of bringing Sukuna close to death falters, leaving him the right moment to bring his hand up and grab your throat to hurl you away.

You roll on the ground and Choso shouts out, “Yuji do it!!”

“Right,” you catch Yuji shout back before Choso yells out for you while he quickly drags himself over to you to try and protect you as Sukuna stomps over to you with anger.

Nevertheless, before Sukuna can reach you, Yuji throws himself on Sukuna.

The demon of course catches the boy and blocks his knee from hitting him before grabbing the collar of his hoodie.

“Yuji,” you call out hoarsely. But another calls out your name right by you, and when you give them your attention you immediately push yourself to your knees, and that raging anger falls and is replaced by relief when you see Choso.

“Cho,” your voice quivers.

“My love,” he never misses the chance to say. “I'm okay as I’ll be now. I tanked his black flash, he didn’t get the upper hand this time.”

His words barely register, but they do and all you can feel is joy and extreme relief.

“You’re okay?” He asks and hovers his thumb over the fresh bruises on your throat.

You nod softly and grab his blood-stained face, and without saying a word you both reassure each other that you’re fine as you can be now, and without uttering a single thing you both find thousands of ways to express your love with a simple look.

If only you had more time to keep getting lost in each other gazes, but you have to look away, and as soon as you do you see Yuji piercing Sukuna with piercing blood.

“Yuji can’t yet use convergence,” Choso interjects, making you glance at him for a second before you can’t help but watch Yuji proudly—“which is why I need to keep looking after him.”

You hum in agreement whilst you slide your arm around his neck.

He doesn’t miss this chance to just touch you and grabs a hold of your arm, while you both watch from a distance, Sukuna stumbling back with thick pools of blood falling from his face.

“You’ve done well,” you praise Choso as you watch the scenery ahead.

“Hardly,” he mutters.

You’re about to look over at him to argue, but you then see Sukuna’s attention get stolen while Yuji prepares to hit him.

You don’t need to see to know who was capable of stealing Sukuna’s focused attention, you know who, but you still find Larue and see he’s the one who used his technique on Sukuna, letting Yuji land a black flash right on Sukuna’s chest.

Is this why Sukuna seems to hate him so much? Because he can be the one to kill him?

Does he see his potential like you do? Like everyone else did?

Besides feeling this new surge of power radiating off Yuji after those black sparks, you feel a sense of pride for him too.

Just two months ago all you knew was what he carried inside him, nothing else. Now you look at him and see this great and powerful kid and you know that everything you’ve wanted for the next generation is slowly unfurling in the way you, Satoru, Nanami, and everyone else dreamed of.

You only hope you can keep helping him with the technique you have, your pride, and your strength.

A/N- Sukuna punched Choso and that pissed her off now imagine when you know what happens, we’re gonna have real female rage!

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Perfectionist

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Commissioned by @venusshadow86, there is a lot of work that comes with running a terrorist organization, especially one that has been restructured recently. There's even more when their Grand Commander, second-in-command, and frankly, 99% of the upper management have other responsibilities, medical treatments, or knowledge gaps all interfering. But that's fine. Dabi understands what Tomura's vision for the PLF is, and he knows that he can take care of everything that needs to be done while he's away. His lover thinks he's perfect after all.

Content: BDSM, overstimulation, anal sex, anal fingering, cock cages, cock warming, multiple orgasms, prostate orgasm, sex toys, praise kink, double penetration, dacryphilia, handcuffs, creampie, subspace

Word Count: 12567

"Tomura!" His whole body goes so hot as his lover fucks into him at the perfect angle to have his hands twisting up around the chain of the handcuffs that are keeping him from burning his handprints into his back... again. Tomura keeps moving like that, his lips moving across his jaw and his hand snaking between their bodies so that he can stroke him in that same rhythm.

"I know, baby," He purrs, stroking his cock like he hadn't run a vibe along him for an hour while he was in his cockring and he's not already aching and sore. The sharpness of that overstimulation has him sobbing weakly, pulling at his chains and shaking his head.

"No, no, sir!"

"You can take it, precious." And he doesn't give him the chance to not, he forces his body to keep building that pressure and pleasure as he rapidly approaches his crescendo. "Show me how much you love to break for me."

He really doesn't have a choice about that now. All Dabi can do is let out another loud moan as his insides tighten and his cock pulses with pleasure as he spills his release between their bodies. Each subsequent thrust from his lover as he licks away the bloody tears on his cheeks is a sharper echo of his bliss that he doesn't want to lose. He tightens his legs around his waist and lets his head fall back against the pillows as he trembles and gives soft little gasps and whimpers as that is dragged out into the sharpness from before until his lover's hips drive deep and still and Dabi is wet with his cum too.

And he floats.

///

It takes him a while to come down from the high of that. Technically it wasn't nearly as long as some of their other scenes, but the intensity of it was enough to send him into the stratosphere even though they couldn't linger and indulge. Couldn't linger because when Dabi starts to come back, Tomura is still gentle in getting him cleaned up, in making sure that he has water, a snack, and as many cuddles, words of affirmation, and kisses as Dabi wants. But he doesn't settle himself. He can't, because this was a stolen reprieve. Duster has to leave when he's back to normal, and Dabi petulantly tries to cling onto him for longer than he should. He knows that Shig has to go back to the doctor tonight if he wants to stay on schedule for his treatments. This was all he could give him outside of their work to tide him over for the two weeks he's going to be gone this time as they build to his inevitable four-month absence.

He tightens his arms around Shig's waist, hiding his face against his side. "When do you need to leave?"

"Whenever I feel like it." He only doesn't tell him a time because he's definitely already gone past the time he was supposed to head back. He wouldn't have deflected for any other reason. He strokes his hand through his hair and Dabi holds on for another few breaths before he sighs and lets go of him, rolling onto his back instead and throwing an arm over his eyes.

"'m fine, Shig. Not gonna drop if you need to go."

"Do you really think I'd rush to spend more time with the doctor instead of you, firefly?" His lover shifts over him again, pushing back his bangs so that he can press a kiss to his forehead, then one to his nose, and finally a gentle one to his lips.

He doesn't want to sound petulant. Tomura adores him. He'd been open about that long before Dabi had even registered that he could be interested in Shigaraki. He knows that he's going to get the treatments because AFO made him his successor in a far more literal sense than any of them had initially known when it comes to his strange quirk. Duster needs these advancements if he doesn't want to tear his body apart again like he had in Deika. But it doesn't mean he doesn't loath having to be without him for days or weeks at a time while he gets treated. And it's going to be weeks this time.

Dabi takes his arm away from his face so that he can thread that hand through Tomura's hair instead. No mistaking the soft look in his eyes for anything but pure adoration. And he's going to miss it fiercely when he's gone and alone in their too-big bed. "...Put my cage on before you go?"

The request immediately has that affectionate look getting a little hotter as Duster leans in to give him another kiss, licking into his mouth this time and not stopping until Dabi is breathless. "Are you sure, baby boy?"

"Wanna be good for you while you're gone," and if he's wearing that, then when Tomura comes home, he'll be immediately in for a reward when they've caught up on work.

"You're always good for me, firefly. Perfect." It puts something heavy and warm in his chest because Tomura means that. He's perfect to him. His broken quirk, his twisted skin, none of it matters. Tomura thinks he's perfect. He loves him. Dabi does his best to stay perfect for him to show his love in turn.

Duster gets his cage, the metal birdcage instead of the silicone one this time. He likes them both, but the snugness of the silicone can make it uncomfortable against his piercings for an extended period of time. Dabi holds still as he's slipped into it and the ring is locked in place around his balls. It's a more solid weight and it's going to take him a few hours to adjust, but he can go to bed after Shig departs. He gets a few more kisses and honey-sweet words against his skin before Tomura makes sure he knows where the emergency key is, gets dressed, and leaves. Dabi turns off the lamp on the nightstand and curls himself deep into their sheets that are still warm with their shared heat and the scent of his lover's body.

///

Dabi wakes the next morning about an hour before dawn and climbs out of bed. The one indulgence that he'd picked for their room was the minifridge that is in the corner and he only bothers to go to the bathroom and put on his workout gear before he goes over to it and gets one of the caffeinated protein shakes inside. He drinks that as he heads out of their room and past the others in this wing of base that the League claimed for themselves. On his way he pops in his earbuds and loads up one of the lectures that he's downloaded onto his phone. He'd missed out on so much schooling, and in this environment, he doesn't want anyone to notice. He doesn't mind people thinking he's flippant, but he dropped the 'dumb thug' act in front of the League ages ago and he does not want anyone undermining his authority because they think he's stupid. So he found an online, self-guided education program and has been making his way through it for the past two months. He'd started with the year of schooling that he'd died at, but he's nearly up to a tenth year now.

He finishes his breakfast and starts his workout, training in the gym without using his quirk. Now that he and the League have access to regular food, proper training equipment, and relative safety, he's been doing his best to build back up his physical health after years on the streets. His quirk will destroy his body, he knows that it will when he stands in front of his father, but the stronger he is now, the faster, more agile, more muscle he has on him before then, then the longer he'll be able to stave it off and run out his father's clock until he overheats and Dabi can finish them both off.

An alarm goes off half an hour after sunrise and he heads back up to his room to shower, brush his teeth, and get ready for the rest of the day. When they have a lieutenant's meeting first thing in the morning, he usually just orders one of the grunts to bring breakfast for them, though that ends up being something simple and quick to eat along with coffee for everyone. But when they don't have their first meeting until later, Dabi goes to their kitchen and throws something together. It's never much, just a rolled omelet and rice, or miso soup, onigiri, toast and cut fruit, something that doesn't take him too long to make while he finishes his audio lessons for the day. He already has leftover dashi in the fridge so he goes with omelets and rice today too. By the time he's nearly done, he starts to make coffee. Dabi is not a coffee snob, not really, but he does think that Spinner's preference for instant is somewhat insulting to the big beautiful coffee maker that they have now that can foam milk and everything. Toga likes hers iced and blended, a double shot of espresso with sweet cream and chocolate shavings on top. Twice likes his iced with a ton of cream, caramel flavoring, mocha syrup, and whipped cream-- or he likes a straight shot of espresso depending on if he or his contradictions are making the order. Dabi usually just makes him both to save himself from having to worry about it, pulling the shot as soon as he starts to hear him in the hall. Compress is a fucking heathen and actually likes an Americano and will defend the fact it's just a watered down shot of espresso. Sure his drink of choice is currently a flat white, but at least his espresso isn't literally watered down.

By the time everyone's sat down, Toga and Spinner usually still in their pajamas, Dabi's finished his lesson and tucked his earbuds away.

"Thanks, Dabi." They're always happy to see whatever he's made when they arrive, and Dabi always shrugs it off. Now that they're here, they really only see each other around meals, if they can, and during meetings. It's a far cry from how much time they were spending together when they had nothing, so he makes some time for this as often as he can. Besides, he knows they will absolutely just indulge in whatever they want now that they have the luxury of doing that, and he does not totally trust Spinner and Toga to not just go overboard with junk. Twice too if he's hanging out with her because she's a terrible influence. At least if he cooks breakfast then he knows they're getting one mostly-balanced meal into them before they get on with the rest of their day.

They eat and when they're done, Dabi cleans up, if they don't have a meeting, then they all go their separate ways unless other work brings them back together again. But they do have a meeting this morning, so while the others go to finish getting ready for their day, Dabi goes back to his and Tomura's room, retrieves his laptop, and heads to the meeting room. He goes through all of the emails between this meeting and the last that he's been CC'd on and makes sure his notes for topics to address are clear and organized, and he ensures that the meeting agenda that Re-Destro composes isn't missing any topics that might need to be more thoroughly discussed.

He doesn't actually do much talking during the meeting aside from nudging it this way or that, ensuring that he's got the session recording on his phone both so that Tomura can listen back to it, and so he can as he compiles any information that needs to be shared between regiments. The lieutenants are all technically in charge of keeping their people up-to-date, but he wants things idiot-proof and always makes sure to send a write-up after the meeting ends so that no one forgets anything that they're supposed to do.

Once the main meeting is finished, if Re-Destro isn't needed back at Detnerat for more meetings on that side of the PLF, he and Dabi usually have one to make certain he knows what's going on and how to adjust the schedule for when he's gone as well as Shig. He spends an hour with him today setting things up. He's going to be away from base for a week, and Skeptic will only be around for two days as they take care of some kind of corporate bullshit that goes over Dabi's head that he pretends doesn't.

When he's done with that, it's usually around afternoon and he has another protein shake before he goes out to deal with Geten and giving combat training to their members, both new recruits and old, he's not content with the disorganized bullshit that they saw when they took Deika. The only reason they managed to hurt them as badly as they did was because the MLA had such higher numbers than they were expecting. Only their lieutenants had real combat and quirk training, and that is absolutely not enough. Dabi does not want these members to be nothing more than a larger number of no-name villains like the ones that Shigaraki lost at the USJ on his debut as a villain. No. He wants them all trained, and he doesn't want them dying or severely overworking their quirks to do it.

Which is what Geten had them doing when Dabi hadn't been joining in to oversee these sessions. He also marks out particularly unique quirks for Shigaraki and Ujiko. Aside from the high-ends, which did come with a conversation and active consent from those members, they're not actually harvesting quirks from their people or using them for run of the mill nomu-fodder. But Dabi does want notes to be made because they are gearing up to start a war, and in a war, people die. They have the good fortune of having the doctor around who could turn their dead, and dead heroes, into more soldiers for their forces. So Dabi keeps a log to ensure that if any promising soldiers die, they can be made into one of the better versions of nomu when they go.

Training with Geten usually lasts two to three hours, and afterwards Dabi goes to hang out in one of the common areas of the villa. He sticks around in the open with his laptop, writing reports and answering emails, and he does it there and not in one of the offices they've been given, because when he sits in common areas, people become used to him, his scars, his attitude. And slowly, over the past few months, they have started to also know him as the lieutenant to go to if they think something needs to be talked about or changed. Sure, the MLA had a long history and Destro's teachings held a fanatical reverence for a lot of the people who joined. But now things are different. And because they're different, those devout are also starting to see other things that maybe should be different too. Sometimes it's as small as the fact that the grocery delivery used to come on Tuesdays, which was not convenient because it was a delivery for the hundreds living here in the mountains and there were usually pallets of things that needed to be unloaded. And because most of their members are normal, functioning members of society, that meant there weren't enough people to unload the trucks, turning it into an all-day affair that ground things to a stop. So Dabi switched deliveries to Fridays instead. Still a weekday, but he also added an extra pallet of alcohol to the deliveries, so that when everyone got back from their day jobs, they would be more interested in lending a hand to get things unloaded quickly so that they could indulge to kick off their weekends. It worked, and everyone suddenly liked and trusted him and the rest of the League a little more since their takeover.

And sometimes it's something more complicated. Finding out that they're having a hard time actually getting costumes on the scale they need them despite putting an entire factory towards the task is a headache. The woman who brings it to his attention winces as she tells him, and he's pretty sure it's because she knows how bad that is for their timeline and that something like this is really going to be a mess to deal with. He thanks her and sends her off, he would rather know now than wait for things to get worse and more backed-up. It is a nightmare though, and one he has to deal with on a truncated timetable given Re-Destro is going to be unavailable for a long while once he departs. The issue is coming down to getting accurate measurements, and many costumes needing alterations because of the bad self-reporting. So Dabi goes back to their wing to find Jin.

He's in their personal common area, hanging out with Toga and Spinner who are having a racing tournament on their new console.

"Hey Twos, gonna need you to put your specialty to good use." He explains the issue and also forwards him a spreadsheet of everyone they're supposed to have costumed by the end of this quarter and how far behind they are. Jin listens,

"You got it, Dabs! No way, what a snooze," And Dabi hopes that's that. Jin will have the most accurate measurements for people, and once he's taken all of the ones that he needs to for the backlog, hopefully he'll go to the factory so he can use his doubles so that the altercations can get made without needing to pull their actual soldiers from their work.

When everyone else is winding down for the evening and starting to talk dinner, Dabi usually just orders something easy to be sent to his and Tomura's room. He eats while he finishes the actual worksheets, essays, and other homework that he has to do for the day, which usually takes him till around eleven. Then he goes to shower again after training again in the afternoon.

As he's leaning against the wall of the shower he looks down at the cage that is gleaming against his skin and sighs softly. Perfect. He can be perfect for his lover.

He dries off, brushes his teeth, applies medicine to his seams and staples, and then goes to get into bed. He makes sure that he sets his alarm for tomorrow morning and finally lets himself sleep.

///

The next day is the same, though instead of meeting with Re-Destro, he ends up having to help Jin actually get all of the people he needs to see scheduled to take their measurements because otherwise he's totally lost on where to even start with the large number of them and all of their conflicting schedules as well. And when he goes to train with Geten, he discovers that the ice user has fucked off back to whatever other mountain top he feels like now that Re-Destro and Shigaraki aren't around to tell him that he has to train these people that he sees as subhuman because their 'meta abilities' are too weak to make them worth the ice under his boot. It's great to know that he gets that kind of quirk superiority bullshit from both sides of his family tree-- though he's been very careful not to let on they're related somehow once he learned Geten's last name. Which leaves him to do the full lesson by himself. He manages it, but it would have been easier if he had a secondary instructor with him too. Whatever. He gets it done.

When he goes to sit in the common area, he is immediately hit with the news that the Hearts and Minds party is in the middle of dousing a scandal caused by one of Trumpet's employee's misconduct in the workplace that seems to have escalated to stalking. Dabi has met the kind of people who worship Trumpet through his quirk. He one-hundred percent believes the dude did it, and unfortunately that means that PR mess is going to take up valuable time from campaigning and may impact their recruitment numbers. Fuck.

He goes to find Toga then, given she's part of the recruitment squad and finds her sitting on the couch in their common area with her laptop perched on her knees.

"Did someone already tell you about Trumpet's situation?"

"Yeah..." but the tone of her voice is a little hesitant and Dabi leans his elbows against the edge of the couch.

"Yeah?"

"I guess I don't get it. Like, I mean if his employee did it, won't he just get fired and arrested? Why is everyone making such a big deal about it?"

And he is sharply reminded she's a teenager, and one who didn't have that much interest in politics or anything besides whatever trends she pretended to like to keep her peers from being scared of her. And, eventually, Stain. But he wasn't exactly talking about PR scandals when he was making his own manifesto online. "When one person does something bad and they're working for someone with power, people usually think that the person with the power was okaying it. Even if that wasn't the case, now Trumpet's gotta suck up to the press to try and prove that he didn't have anything to do with it. No matter what, people will trust him less and that will mean it'll be harder for him to recruit. So you're gonna have to try to step-up, princess."

"I don't know how to do that when I can't even show my face!" She whines, blowing out a breath up to ruffle her bangs.

Dabi spends the rest of the afternoon trying to help her figure out how to recruit on her end, aiming for a younger demographic than those who would be lured in by the Hearts and Minds party. It's a long process because she is too eager to try and find anyone instead of looking for people who they can actually use to grow their goals. He tries to teach her to spot people who are high value, but not potentially dangerous and who might out their goals. He teaches her to go on forums and social media and try to vet people, showing her how to track down those who might have an ulterior motive based on the company they keep or political views they may have expressed in the past. He does his best to educate her the way he'd educated himself growing up on the streets looking for any places he could find a home that had anti-hero and anti-police sentiments that would let someone stick around so long as he didn't cause any obvious trouble.

She gets frustrated after a few hours as she starts to realize how hard vetting people can be, and he agrees to set aside some time tomorrow to help her learn to navigate the other databases that Trumpet has compiled for PLF use of potential businesses and other high-priority potential recruits. He actually doesn't know how to navigate those completely himself either, but he'll figure it out tonight and give her the rundown tomorrow. She also gives him puppy eyes until he caves and makes them all dinner, sitting down to eat with them and shoot the shit for an hour or two before he heads back to his room.

He still has homework and other work to wrap up, and the math and history tests he needs to do are difficult and take an hour each. He does not understand what the point of proofs are and he's going to have to find a way of burning the physical concept of math. But he does manage to get them finished and then he spends another two hours learning Trumpet's absolutely massive database as well as he can so that he can at least get Toga started tomorrow.

By the time he gets to bed there's only three hours left until he has to get up again to start his day. He curls up tight, shoving his face into Tomura's pillow and takes the sleep that he can get.

///

The next day he helps Toga, though he does make her sit down in the open common area with him in case some other problem arises that needs his attention. It's not a surprise, but not a welcome inevitability when one does. Two of the mid-tier grunts come to him asking about some supply chain issue, to which he directs them to Compress or Spinner since those two are in charge of that division when it comes to making sure that they have what they need to actually wage their war. It's only then he finds out that Mister left to deal with a different issue and isn't in the building, and probably won't be back for a day or two, and the reason they're coming to him is because Spinner hadn't been able to give either of them a definitive answer. He considers the check-in earlier, what he knows about everything being moved, and gives them a temporary solution before leaving Toga to do her work and going to find Spinner himself.

He finds the other in the hall going up to their wing and asks about it, and the gecko man shrugs, scratching the back of his neck. "They both seemed important so I told them to just split the team and handle both?"

Which is a fine compromise-- but not for something like this that needs swiftness to be done effectively. As much as they like working and planning here like the war will come on their terms, it could be at their door in minutes instead of months. Deciding whether medical supplies are more available over shelf-stable rations is important, and having some, but not enough of either will only make their fights harder. In this case, immediate survival needs should come first and the team should be moved into place to get that sorted out as effectively and efficiently as possible, only then moving to the next task if they have the luxury of time. Sure it will suck if their soldiers are dying of their injuries and infections. As someone who is predisposed to illness because of how bad his skin is, Dabi really doesn't want to face the reality of not having medicine readily again. But an army that is starving is an army that fails. He doesn't really mean to give Spinner a lecture, but he's listening and he's going to have to handle these decisions by himself for the next few days while Compress is gone, so he would rather have this conversation now than have to put out fires later.

When he finishes with Spinner and goes back downstairs, Toga is off talking to some of the other members. Socializing instead of working, and as much as Dabi does want to get her back to her regiment work, she and Twice are the best with the grunts. They have golden retriever-like charisma that keeps them happy and not thinking about how many of their friends and family they killed in Deika, so he resigns that to technically being part of her job and leaves her to it.

And he goes back to work.

///

Technically, given the corporate structure of the PLF that echoes the structure of the MLA before it, they're supposed to have the weekend off. But he usually takes the time to finish as much of his coursework as he can, catch up on any information he can find out about Endeavor, or--

"Pidgeon." He drawls lazily as the hero swoops onto the rooftop of the warehouse a few meters from him.

"Hey, hot stuff," Hawks drawls with a lazy smile and mocking salute. He does lazy poorly. Dabi doesn't understand how he's cultivated that image for himself when he is clearly so driven and has the sharp eyes of the predator whose name he shares. Dabi is a lot better at faking lazy. It's not just about the drawl or the look, it's about cultivating the worst expectations of everyone around too. No one thinks someone who is stupid, or pretentious, or gluttonous can be driven and hard-working in a way they find admirable, because they don't want to see anything positive in them.

Hawks is easy to trick into underestimating him because he always leads him to believe the worst of him. He's the arrogant, thuggish oaf who has control over the recruitment process, and now that he has Hawks on a leash, he's constantly looking to exert his superiority over him. He teases him with information that he thinks Hawks is too stupid to put together on his own-- and Hawks believes it because Hawks doesn't think that a man like him can be more clever than himself. Even though Hawks has never once been able to fool Dabi into believing his façade.

"You got the files?"

"Course I do, don't tell me you still think I'd show up empty handed?" The hero shows his hand just by bringing up, however vaguely, that Dabi has doubted him in the past. He wants to know why he's being held at arm's length, and Dabi hasn't budged. The HPSC has even stopped doctoring a lot of the information he's asked for. And he's asked for just about anything. But nothing that they needed. He's been meticulous in trying to figure out what to ask for from the hero. He doesn't want survivor's bias, which he only learned about recently in his studies, to give him away. Instead he's asked for nearly everything he can from the hero. He picks it at random, acts more excited or more disinterested on the flip of a coin. He lets himself be inconsistent so that Hawks never quite has anything solid he can hold onto. And it's been frustrating the hero to no end as the HPSC is starting to doubt he's even still running with the League. They think he may just be an idiot trying to coast by on their two public jobs and he lets the hero think that.

He puts a lot of effort into being as lazy as the hero barely pretends to be. It's good to see it paying off.

///

Of the people that Dabi thought would have a fire for him to put out, if there would be one at all, he did not expect it to be Compress rushing up to him about thirty seconds after he stepped back into the villa. He hasn't even made it upstairs yet to change out of his old gear and get into something cleaner and more comfortable after two days on the streets again to make sure the bird wouldn't be able to tell that he's got more funds than he thinks he does. But Mister is right there and without and arm--

"Uh-?"

"I had a bit of a mishap," the older villain says, huffing slightly himself. "I noticed some squeaking and attempted to take off one of the panels so I could make sure everything was alright, and had a catastrophic failure when a loose screw inside got pulled into the gears."

"Shit, you okay?"

"I'm fine, but I need to go visit our mechanic to get everything working again."

Shit. "Okay, when?"

"Ideally now," Compress informs him. "I don't want to cause a delay, and if Twice were here--"

But he's at the factories still making sure that supply line is good. "Yeah, but medical shit comes first. Why were you waiting on me?" Because he really didn't need to if he was going to go and get treated and get a new prosthetic.

"I know that you're already busy, but I was hoping you could keep an eye on the incoming requisition requests and organize them for me? That way I can take the highest priority requests and see to them as soon as I return."

He doesn't say that technically that should be Spinner's job. They both already know it, but given Spinner's inability to make those kinds of calls was put on such stunning display a few days ago, Dabi understands why Compress would come to him instead. "Yeah I can do that, Mister."

"Thank you, Dabi, I'll try to be back in a day or two."

"Got it," he gives a half-hearted wave as he starts to head upstairs, wanting to shower, finish his homework, and go to bed in an actual bed for the first time in a few days. He makes it about two steps onto their floor before Toga spots him and comes bounding over beaming,

"Dabi! What about using social media to recruit?" And he pivots towards the coffeemaker, knowing he won't be sleeping for a long while.

///

He loses track of the days. No, that's not quite it. He knows the day and date, he has to because if he doesn't, then he wouldn't be able to keep up with all of his responsibilities, but he doesn't even notice when two weeks have come and gone. He just sees that his lover is in their room one morning when he comes back in from his morning workout and gives a soft sigh of relief. Tomura immediately has a smile for him, pausing him on his way to the shower to give him a kiss.

"Missed you, firefly."

"Missed you too, Duster. Give me a minute and I'll get the write-up for you."

"Don't you want to go clean up?"

"I can shower while you're reading." He says and he goes over to his laptop. It takes about twenty minutes for him to get everything compiled even though he's already been doing his best to keep up with it, he just wanted to go through all of the reports and flag things that he thinks his lover should take a closer look at and what he should know before they go into the meeting in an hour. The rest he can read later.

He goes to shower then and when he's finished, he gets dressed and Tomura joins him on the way to the meeting, switching seamlessly over to their work. They go to the morning meeting and even though their Grand Commander is back, it doesn't change Dabi's routine. He still has all the same responsibilities as he did before, he just gets to get a kiss from Tomura before he goes off to continue his work. And he gets another when they have lunch. And after dinner, when they're back in their room, Duster goes back to finishing up all of the overseeing that he needs to and Dabi does as much homework as he can possibly finish during that time. He still doesn't make it through as much as he wants before his lover moves up behind him and starts to press kisses along his neck and shoulder.

"Were you good while I was gone, pretty boy?"

But he's not about to deny him when it's been two weeks and he's wanted him every second he was gone. "Yes, sir."

"Show me, baby."

He doesn't actually let Tomura take off his cage. He's been good and he's been working hard, and that means he's earned a reward. So instead, Dabi asks if he can get on his knees tonight, and he lets himself relax for a little while as he cock warms his lover, Tomura's hand stroking his hair gently and telling him as many praises as he can find words for. Dabi doesn't really know what it means when he starts crying halfway through, before he's even coaxed his lover to fuck his throat, but thankfully he does cry often enough in bed that Duster doesn't think that there's anything wrong. He still thinks that Dabi is perfect as he wipes away the crimson tears from his cheeks and dribbles of cum from his chin as he pulls him close and holds him as he shakes and sniffles as he comes down from his high.

///

Tomura gets to stay home for five days this time before the doctor wants him back, which is great. Dabi shifts around his schedule a little so that he can be certain that Duster has everything he needs to ensure that he can catch up on everything that's happened while he was gone, as well as get ahead enough he can give Dabi and all of them his orders when he needs to leave again. The fires he's managed to put out while he was gone earn Dabi some additional praise which helps to soothe some restlessness in himself he keeps noticing off-hand. But he's still busy. Nearly every hour of his day is already dedicated to something, and spending time with Tomura on top of all of that, even though he loves him, starts to feel like just another task that he has to make time for if he wants to remain worthy of his love in turn. It puts a strange, uncomfortable strain on the edge of his mind and he keeps trying to shake it and be happy that his lover is home.

But he keeps flinching whenever they're alone together because there's so much for him to do. He ends up feeling like he's avoiding Duster just so he can be certain that he gets everything he needs done.

Which makes it particularly uncomfortable when he realizes that after three days of being home, Duster seems to be almost following after him and trying to see what he's doing. Checking up behind him on his work without actually speaking to him. But Dabi notices how his lover seems to arrive places just before he departs, going to talk to the people Dabi spoke too, a frown slowly setting in across Tomura's features and growing more pronounced each time they pass each other. It has him nearly smoking when he ends up letting the others fend for themselves for dinner that night in favor of going back to their room, unable to do anything else but pace as he waits for his lover to return. He's fuming when the door handle turns and Duster comes into the room. Before he can even speak, Dabi's temper and tongue are flying ahead of him.

"What the fuck is your problem, Shigaraki?"

He has the audacity to blink at him like he's the one who's being unreasonable. "Dabi--"

The placating tone does the exact opposite, nearly making Dabi ignite, actually making him hot enough under the collar that he tosses his coat over the chair at the desk as he whips around to snarl, "I've been doing everything you could possibly want! I'm keeping the soldiers in our regiment trained and on a schedule-- even when Geten fucks off for his own training! I've been teaching Toga how to take over recruitment now that Trumpet is out of the building! I've been cleaning up Spinner's messes when he's too indecisive and untrained to make the hard calls. I covered for Compress when he was hurt. I made sure that Twice's job was organized so that his condition wouldn't cause him or the organization any issues. I've been keeping up with Detnerat and the rest of the PLF for Re-Destro and you! And-- And--" Oh. Dabi doesn't know when he stopped yelling and his voice broke. When he started to cry and his limbs went so heavy with complete misery and exhaustion. But he feels like he can barely stand as a sob bursts from his throat.

He's not smoking anymore, just crying, so Tomura comes into his space and pulls him close. Dabi wants to stay angry, he wants to demand to know what he could have possibly done wrong to earn the other's scrutiny, but he can't find his words through the choked, heavy sobs that are coming out of him. Instead he finds himself clinging to Tomura's suit jacket and staining it with his tears as he cries and cries.

///

It takes a long time for him to stop, and his face hurts so badly when he manages it that Tomura has to go get him some medicine, an ice pack, and replace two of the staples under his eye seams. Then he makes Dabi go take a shower and they both get into their pajamas before he pulls Dabi close on the bed again, holding him and stroking his hair and along his arm as he hides his face against his lover's chest like that will protect him from having to find out how badly his meltdown ruined everything.

But they can't stay like this forever, and eventually, Dabi makes himself mumble, "...I'm sorry."

The hands don't stop petting him. "Are you ready to talk now, firefly?"

He's not sure he'll ever be ready to know how much he's let Tomura down, but he would rather tear the band-aid off now so that he can start working towards making amends again instead of lingering in his misery. So he nods slightly and waits.

"Dabi, I wasn't double-checking your work because I wasn't happy with it." He says gently. "I was worried. You've gotten so much done since I left, and I see how hard you've been working just for the past few days. The others said that you've been drinking a lot of caffeine, and I already saw how little sleep you're giving yourself. Baby, I wasn't following you around to chew you out for not getting enough done. You're doing more than enough. I was trying to see if you're actually giving yourself any time to rest."

Dabi doesn't say anything for a minute before he mumbles. "How am I supposed to do that? There's so much to do, and no one else is--" He stops himself and shuts his mouth. The others are trying. They're working, and he only sees them for a short while each day. He can't speak to what they're doing when he's not around. It wouldn't be fair of him to discredit whatever else they might be doing when they're out of his sight. And worse, "And when you're not here-- someone has to make sure that everything is perfect."

There's another long pause and the hands petting him do actually stop this time as Tomura hears what he said and considers those words. "Firefly, that's not your responsibility." And his voice is sad when he says it, the hand on his arm moving to catch his chin and tilt his face up to him. Dabi doesn't really want to, but Shig actually has his gloves on for once, which means he's already trying to be extra careful with how fragile he feels right now and he doesn't want his lover to think it will be any worse or more than it already is. "Dabi, I only took over the MLA so that we would have the resources so that none of us would be expected to bite off more than we can chew. I wanted to make sure that we would be able to prepare for this war without burning ourselves out before the fighting even started. You don't have to do the jobs of ten other people. That's not how this is supposed to work."

Dabi tries to backtrack, "I'm fine, Duster. I can do this--"

"You don't have to, Dabi. I don't want you to--" Tomura knows it was the wrong thing to say as soon as it's out of his mouth because the way the words hit his ears, and how he flinches, makes Dabi think it would have been less cruel if his partner just decayed him from the heart out. "I don't want you to be so overworked that you're falling apart." He elaborates more gently. "It's not about what you're capable of doing, I know that you could turn the entire world to ash. It's about making sure that you're healthy and happy, and that you have a balance between what you're doing for yourself and what you're doing for work." He shifts his hand, moving from his chin to his cheek, frowning a little more at how bad he's sure the seams under his eyes look after crying for so long before. "And until we figure out a better way of doing that, I think you should take a break."

The fact that his eyes hurt so badly is the only reason that he doesn't start to cry again. It still takes him a second to croak, "Yes, sir." Even though it feels like he's being scraped raw as he says it.

"You're not being punished, precious," Tomura promises him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I'm so grateful for everything you've managed to stay on top of while I've been gone. But now it's time for you to rest. Alright, baby boy?"

It still feels like a punishment, even when Tomura doesn't make him talk anymore and holds him close until he falls into a fitful sleep.

///

When he wakes next it's early and he automatically starts to get up, wanting to catch up on the lesson that he missed the night before because of his meltdown and talk with Tomura, but when he sits up to get out of bed he finds that his lover is already up and sitting on their couch, the coffee table is covered in files and folders, and he's got both of their laptops open in front of him. Tomura hears him shift to the edge of the bed and looks back at him,

"Did I wake you, baby?"

"No, what--"

"You skipped dinner last night, are you hungry?"

"No--"

"Okay," and Tomura gets up, leaving the papers as they are and coming over to the bed. Dabi's head feels like it's swimming a little as he is pulled back into bed and Tomura holds him close again. "It's still early. Stay with me until sunrise?" He asks.

And after last night, Dabi is absolutely helpless to do anything that goes against his lover's wishes. "Yes, sir." He can wait until sunrise. It's just another hour or so away. He curls up against his chest and lets out a soft sigh, just closing his eyes to wait.

///

When he wakes up again, Dabi feels like death warmed over. He's somehow more exhausted than when he woke up this morning, his eyes are crusty, his seams beneath still ache from crying last night, his mouth tastes like something crawled into it and died, and his limbs are full of a solid, heavy warmth that only comes from running too hot for too long while he was asleep, something that usually only happens when he's sick or when he's slept for a very long time.

He can't afford either of those but the clock on the nightstand tells him that it's past two in the afternoon. Dabi scrambles out of bed, rushing to the bathroom to clean up and get ready for his very belated start to the day. He's half dressed and scrambling to find his laptop that he knows Duster had last night, but that is nowhere to be found in their room, nearly crazed, when his lover walks back in with one arm full of more files, and the other holding a takeout bag.

"Did you sleep well, firefly?"

"I slept through half of my meetings!" He's supposed to be out training the recruits right now--

"I canceled all of the group meetings for the next week. I'm going to be conducting individual ones with the different regiments. Come sit down, I brought you lunch."

That's... something. He doesn't know quite how to make sense of what he's being told though. "I'm supposed to be training the soldiers--"

"Geten is back and will be here training the new recruits, so you don't need to go rushing off. You took care of them for the past week. Now it's his turn. I got you black sesame cookies too."

"I--" But words fail him. He doesn't know what to do, what he's supposed to be doing when Tomura is able to come in and so thoroughly restructure his schedule on a whim. Tomura sets down the papers and pulls him over to the couch, making him sit and unpacking his food for him. The spicy tofu, melon soda, and cookies are all things that... he's mentioned off-handedly that he liked when he was younger. The tofu and cookies were things that he remembers his mother making for them before her mental state deteriorated so sharply. And the melon soda was something that he and Natsuo would sneak to get on their way home from school since Enji had been so strict about letting him have too much sugar when he was supposed to be training.

He kind of feels like a child as he's made to sit down and have lunch, and he doesn't do a very good job hiding how he's pouting given his lover stops him halfway through the meal. "What's wrong, love? Do you want something else?"

"I'm sorry I freaked out yesterday," he mumbles instead, pushing away his bowl. "It won't happen again. You don't have to treat me like a kid."

Duster sighs. "Dabi, I'm not trying to treat you like a kid, I'm trying to get you to take care of yourself. You've barely been sleeping, even when you make food for the others, they said half of the time you end up having a shake and a granola bar or something else quick. You've been working so hard, you've been doing the jobs of nearly all of the other lieutenants and me. That's too much for anyone, and I want to make sure that you're taking a break." He sets aside the file he was looking at and offers a hand. Dabi hesitates for a second, but takes it. Tomura pulls him up and into his lap, wrapping him in his arms. "The PLF was supposed to take away some of this stress. I thought that giving you each specific jobs and teams would help you all take care of things while I was gone. It was irresponsible and short-sighted of me to leave as soon as things were set up, without even making sure things were actually running the way I thought they would be."

"...You needed to get treated."

"For my injuries." Tomura concedes. "But I could have held off on everything else. I should have." But he didn't and now they’re here. Dabi doesn't say anything. He doesn't know what he's supposed to. "I already talked to the doctor, I'm going to delay my treatments for the next month and a half, and I'm going to make sure the infrastructure I set up actually works." He presses a kiss to the top of his head. "I can't make you take a break for that long, but will you at least take a few days? No more work, I'll take care of all of that. Sleep for at least eight hours and eat three meals a day?"

Dabi wants to protest. He's been fine. But... no he hasn't, has he? If he were fine, then he wouldn't have fallen apart the way he did last night. "...Two. I don't like having breakfast."

"You can have a smoothie or shake, but no more than one cup of coffee's worth of caffeine a day."

Dabi is less than thrilled to find himself in a negotiation about his health, but it is what it is. "Fine. I still want to train."

"You can train, firefly, but no more than four hours a day, and you have to get an extra hour of sleep those days and have a pre and post-workout snack if you're doing it more than an hour away from your next or last meal."

"You're a tyrant." He grumbles, turning his face into his collarbone.

Duster just hums, but doesn't protest, holding him close and petting his skin. "Do you want to pick out something else for lunch?"

He sighs softly and shakes his head. He's not going to keep fighting off the ways his lover is trying to comfort him. Maybe he's right. Maybe he needs a break. Maybe he needs that comfort.

///

Tomura works hard for the next few days while Dabi almost entirely keeps to their room. He lets himself sleep when he's tired, he takes medicine when his seams ache, and he eats when he's hungry. He reads a book that doesn't have anything to do with heroes or villains or any of his homework, and he ghosts Hawks when the hero tries to get him to come to the city for another meet-up. And Tomura makes sure he knows how proud of him he is every time he sees him. He tries to set a good example too, making sure to come back to the room to eat with him at regular meal-times, and even though he still struggles with his insomnia, he still does his best to go to sleep with him at night for as many hours as he can physically get.

Duster makes Dabi take a break, and after a week, he sits down to start working on his lessons again. And he realizes that he needs to go back to the past few weeks of them because he doesn't remember anything he learned. He was so overworked, so focused on just making sure he knew what he needed to for the tests, that he didn't actually process the things he was supposed to be learning.

When he starts to train on his own again, he realizes that even though he was getting stronger in increments, he feels like he's made bounds of improvements after giving himself the time to rest.

And when he is able to go back to work as a lieutenant, he finds that things have changed drastically around the rest of the organization too. Not only are there the lieutenants, but each regiment also now has a group of three to five additional formerly high-ranking MLA members who they can delegate to and help to spread out their workload. Spinner and Toga are in classes like him, though Spinner's are focusing on military history, business, and leadership, and hers are focused on sociology and cult indoctrination and recruitment processes. Twice is now regularly seeing a therapist to help him keep on top of his condition and try to get him to a place where he'll be able to use his quirk however he wants, and not just when he's under duress. Because Detnerat is still taking up so much of Re-Destro and Skeptic's time, their roles as lieutenants have been reduced so that the rest of the organization can run without them around and not fall apart because of the absence.

He goes back to work and tries to take up his old routine, but it's just not possible. People aren't pulling him in every direction anymore, and he's left only with the responsibilities that he originally thought that he would have when they first restructured the organization. Dabi suddenly has so much free time, even when he's working, training, and continuing to get his education, that he's... restless.

It's been about two weeks since Tomura came home and decided things needed to change when Dabi wakes up a little after one to find his lover's insomnia has already forced him from bed. He's not even working though, he doesn't need to late at night now. Not when everything has been taken care of during the day. Instead he's tapping away quietly at one of his games. Dabi slips out of bed and pads over to the couch, moving to push his lover's hair over his shoulders, so that he can lean down and start to press kisses along the back of his neck.

"Sir," they took a break from this too. Waiting for Dabi to not be so exhausted and in such a bad headspace that he was practically begging for a drop. He sees his lover smile softly, as he sets aside his game and gets up.

"It's late, firefly,"

"I'll sleep in," he promises. It's been over a month now and the thought of not having the other is a little too much for him. Tomura is wearing his gloves, so when he reaches for him, he's able to cup his face against his palm with his whole hand and pull him in for a soft, sweet kiss that makes Dabi nearly vibrate with anticipation. His lover only starts things so gently when he plans on working him over until he cries and Dabi wants that.

Tomura relents and links their pinkies together, a holdover from when he doesn't have his gloves on, and pulls him over to their bed. Dabi's skin is already tingling with anticipation as his lover's eyes roam over his body. "You've been doing such a good job of taking breaks lately, sweetheart, I think that you've more than earned a reward for taking such good care of yourself." That's more credit than he deserves, really. Dabi wouldn't have bothered at all if his lover hadn't forced him to. But he's not about to argue the semantics of that if it means he's going to get a reward.

Sir gets him onto the bed, his lips moving over Dabi's skin. Kisses are peppered along his cheeks, his jaw, down his neck, and over his chest as his hands move in tandem. They stroke so gently up his sides and along his seams, finding the places that could ache and hurt, but that fill him with a needy bliss instead. He relaxes against the bedding, letting his arousal start to build, knowing that all he needs to do is whatever his lover asks. When his hands go to his waistband, Dabi lifts his hips enough so that he can pull them down his legs. He kicks them off and lays back, and Tomura's eyes linger on him for a long moment before his hand goes to his caged cock.

He runs his fingers along the bars, back around the loop, trailing the backs of his knuckles against Dabi's balls and making him tremble and shiver as his body tries to send blood there that is choked away by the restriction of the cage. "Are you finally ready to come out, precious?"

Dabi hesitates. He's kept the cage on for the past few weeks because it felt... safe. It was a reminder of how in control he was of himself even when Dabi knows now he was so far out of control that he's lucky he didn't actually ignite again. He hadn't let his lover take it off when he'd come home because he was clinging so tightly to the idea that wearing it, that being restricted, could make him even more perfect in his eyes.

But it's been weeks, and Dabi is learning how to let himself breathe again after drowning for months. He wants to let himself have this too. He wants to let his lover turn him into an inferno. "Yes, sir." His voice is soft and a little unsure, but Tomura just smiles at him and gives him another kiss.

"Good boy, let's unlock you. I want to see my baby's pretty cock."

The praise makes him tingle with warmth as his lover pulls out the key from his pocket and undoes the closure. He is careful as he slips the ring and cage off of his body, and the first thing Dabi notices is the lack of pressure there that he'd grown so used to, he hadn't even remembered it was weighing him down. The next thing he notices is how good it feels to actually harden as his body gets hotter from Sir's hands roaming over his skin.

"There, I missed seeing you so much, precious." He runs two fingers up Dabi's length, and the sound that he makes as it happens is humiliating as his hips jump off of the bed, looking for more. Oh, he's so sensitive after not being touched there for so long. Dabi whimpers and Tomura smiles, pressing a kiss to his cheek before he reaches towards their side table. "How about," he says as he extracts a bottle of lube from the top drawer before reaching back in, "For your reward, we try to catch up on all of your missed orgasms, baby boy?"

His cock is more than eager at the suggestion, barely touched and already fully hard and curving up against his stomach. "Yes, sir." He wants that, wants his lover to touch him until he can't move, until everything else falls away.

Tomura pulls out one of their vibrators. It's a thin, curved rod in black silicone, with a loop for the handle that can be held. It's only a few inches long, and it's barely as wide as two of his lover's fingers, but it's one of their favorites for its versatility. Tomura sets it aside on the sheets as he opens the lube, leaning down to give Dabi another slow, deep kiss. He licks into his mouth and Dabi threads his hands through his lover's hair, spreading his legs open a little wider, hoping he can coax him into making him feel good where he wants him. But his slick fingers don't go to his hole. Dabi won't complain about his hand lingering over his cock instead.

The touches are nearly feather-light, but that doesn't stop the loud, desperate moans that are slipping out of Dabi's throat as he's made wet, both from the lube, and from how quickly he begins to weep pre. It’s humiliating how sensitive he is after finally being allowed out and encouraged to take care of himself and destress. Sir has barely been touching him and Dabi feels absolutely desperate for it. He whimpers as he thumbs over his head, hand barely wrapping around him, gliding along his length and making his whole body tremble.

"You're so sensitive, baby." He purrs, teasing him, eyes bright with his satisfaction. "Oh, baby boy, you're not going to be able to hold on for long, are you?"

"I'm sorry," he whines, "f-feels good, sir." He hasn't felt good in so long. Even the last time sir took him to bed and helped him float, that session was weighed down with the knowledge that Duster needed to leave as soon as they were finished. But now Dabi can have his lover for as long as he will give him and the relief of not having to rush is somehow making his body too eager.

"You don't have to apologize, sweetheart," Tomura soothes, tightening his hand a little more as he strokes him, "I want you to feel good, baby, you don't have to hold back. Just let me make you feel good."

He really can't do anything else as his lover keeps stroking him as he kisses and bites along his neck. His pleasure builds and builds and far too soon he's digging his nails into Sir's back as his hips jump and he gasps as his balls draw tight. Dabi didn't think it was possible for him to forget how good an orgasm can feel, but this is blinding as it crashes through him. His cock is pulsing with pleasure that radiates so sharply through him and his spend is nearly burning, copious, and thick as it coats his stomach, nearly going up his chest from how hard his orgasm hits him.

It leaves him shaking like a leaf against their sheets, gasping for breath, and is only made worse when Tomura gives him another slow, sweet kiss before there's something solid and cool pressing up just behind his balls. Dabi keens as the vibrator is pushed there and switched on to its lowest, constant setting and that sends those sharp, overwhelming buzzes through his skin and makes his nerves go molten immediately. And his other hand doesn't stop. He keeps stroking Dabi even as his body tries to pull back from his peak and his cock wants to soften. But the hand and the vibrations as it's dragged along his balls, around them, and up the underside of his cock, lingering between his piercings and making him thrash and whimper as the sensations go too sharp so soon after his orgasm, force his cock to stay half-hard in his lover's grip.

Dabi's head swims as he tries to fill his lungs between the whines and moans that are coming out of him as he clutches at his skin. But he doesn't relent. Tomura just gives him more kisses, dipping his head to lick at his nipples and tease the buds with his teeth as his hand moves from his cock so that he can press the toy along him instead. And he keeps it there, forcing the vibrations along Dabi's shaft and making the muscles in his thighs tense as jump as it feels like he's forcing lava beneath his skin from how sharp his pleasure gets.

It's not a surprise when he bursts into tears as his wet fingers do start to circle his hole like it's even possible for him to handle anything else on top of what he's already being given. "Oh, firefly," and there's such a satisfaction in his lover's voice as Sir circles his rim and teases those nerves to life too. "Already?"

Already crying, when it's clear that Sir has so much more planned for him and he can't help it. But it doesn't stop his lover from pressing inside of him as he clicks the vibrator up to a higher setting. Dabi lets go of Tomura, wrapping his hands around the bottom of the headboard before they can get hot enough to burn his partner. That earns him a reprieve, at least against his cock that is aching from being forced to stay full, as Tomura locks the cuffs around the frame in place so that Dabi doesn't set the bed on fire. But then he has the vibrator again and has its blunt head circling his tip and tracing the underside to his first piercing as he slips his finger into his body. He strokes and coats his walls with lube, making the slide easier and more comfortable -- as he immediately crooks to find his prostate and starts to work pressure there in time with the movements of the toy over his cock.

The noises that he's making sound wounded from how completely overwhelmed he is. But he doesn't ask to stop. He doesn't want to stop. He just wants Tomura to force his body to be everything he can make it. He just wants to be molded into something perfect for his lover and it's a sharp relief that broken, messy, and sobbing, is perfect for his lover from how hard he can feel the other is against his thigh. By the time that he has two fingers inside of him and the vibrator has been turned up to its third speed, Dabi can't even find his words anymore and only managed a slightly louder sob before his cock twitches again.

This orgasm is even more stinging and sharp than the first, but it's only accompanied by a small spurt of cum that joins the mess already painted over his skin. That doesn't make the pleasure that rolls through him any less intense and when it ebbs away, his limbs are so heavy against the sheets and he can't do anything but try to catch his breath and sniffle as Sir decides that still wasn't enough for his reward.

Instead he pulls the vibrator away from his cock, softening now despite the constant, rhythmic movement of his lover's fingers petting along his inner walls. But he doesn't stop feeling good. He's wrapped up in the pleasure that Sir is giving his body, completely lost in it. He doesn't know if his body can handle anything else, but when he murmurs,

"There, pretty boy, all ready for my cock, aren't you?"

Dabi can only manage a weak nod. He tries to reach for his lover, always likes to hold onto him when he has him on his back like this, but his wrists are caught in the cuffs. Tomura chuckles and gives him a kiss before he shifts, pulling his fingers out of Dabi's body and leaving him uncomfortably empty for a moment as he sheds his sleep pants, before he moves back between his legs. Dabi's cock manages to stir, but he's only half-hard as his lover slicks up his cock and starts to press inside.

It's been so long since he's had him like this and Dabi moans weakly as the stretch and pressure along his walls makes his entire lower half start to tingle and radiate out a fresh pleasure. He knows immediately why Sir worked over his cock so much before he was inside, as he begins to move in deliberate, measured thrusts. He wants Dabi to cum again from having his insides toyed with, wants to give him that other, more intense, deeper orgasm that he usually can only manage in his cage or ring, without either in play now.

His lips fall against Dabi's cheek, kissing away the tears that are trickling across his skin. "You're doing such a good job, baby boy. I'm so proud of you. Does that feel good, precious?"

It's so hard for him to find his voice, to focus when he's swimming so deeply through his fog. But thankfully, him nodding blearily and turning his face towards the other to get a kiss is enough of an answer for his lover. Tomura gives him that kiss, as slow and sweet as his movements between his thighs.

Which makes feeling that second head against his hole all the more shocking. The vibrations are already on, and they're back to their lowest setting, but the sensation there makes all of his nerves tingle and burn from the too much that his body has already been subjected to. Tomura teases the toy around him for a few thrusts, giving Dabi time to protest, but he doesn't. He relaxes even further against the sheets even though his nerves are sharp. Sir knows what's best for him. He knows what Dabi's body can handle more than he does at times. He trusts Tomura to take care of him.

Sir pulls out nearly all the way with the next movement of his hips, and when he pushes again, he pushes the toy in alongside his cock. He inserts it so that curved shaft is pressing up towards his stomach and after another thrust and some gentle manipulation, the blunt silicone head is putting a constant, buzzing pressure against his prostate. It sends his nerves screaming and a rougher sob from his throat as he tangles his hands in the chains of his cuffs for something to hold on to. He shakes his head weakly, and Tomura shushes him gently, still not moving quickly, but stroking him so deeply, moving the toy with his cock, and against it and making it feel like the vibrations are reaching even deeper inside of him. It feels so good and like too much, and Dabi thinks he's going to tremble apart beneath his lover completely.

"You're doing such a good job, baby. Being such a good boy. You just have to hold on for me a little longer so I can make you feel good again. Can you do that, sweetheart? Or do you want me to stop?" He murmurs, his free hand moving to stroke Dabi's hair and his words only making his aching pleasure go even higher.

It's so hard to think through the too much inside of him, but he whimpers and manages to shake his head weakly. "Want it, sir, please--" he can't hold on for long, he doesn't think, but he wants to taste that sweetness again. He wants to float with his lover like this forever.

"Perfect, sweetheart. Can you take a little more?"

He whimpers, unsure what that can even be when his cock is still only half-hard and he doesn't know if he can survive another touch there. But he nods weakly again.

"Good boy, just a little more," Tomura reassures him, peppering his face with kisses as the hand between their bodies clicks the vibrator up two settings.

That sharp increase in sensation has Dabi screaming his pleasure as it aches and burns across his nerves. He nearly thrashes beneath Sir as he is so full and made to endure such unrelenting sensation as his movements slowly start to increase in pace until the bed is rocking beneath them and Dabi's close to pulling the seams across his palms from how tightly his fists are clenched. The pressure and heat go higher and higher, his prostate sending his pleasure vibrating all the way through his bones before Dabi can't hold on any longer.

Orgasming from there is always so different from doing it from his cock. It radiates through every muscle in his body, making his voice crack around how loudly he moans, as his toes curl against the sheets. And it lasts for so long. It's not the explosiveness of cumming with his cock, which only just manages to twitch and drool out a few droplets of cum against his thigh, where it's a firework and then an echo in rapid succession. This kind of orgasm takes his entire body and leaves that bliss radiating across each and every nerve and doesn't let go of him even as his limbs turn to lead in the wake of it.

He's floating so high he doesn't even feel it when his lover cums. He doesn't know when his hands were uncuffed, he just realizes a while later as he whimpers softly as his oversensitive cock is cleaned with a wipe, that he's being cleaned up. Tomura is gentle as he does it, making sure that he's clean of the cum that was all over his skin before he tosses the soiled wipe away and pulls Dabi close, settling in with him.

It's been a long time since he's felt so good, and when his eyes grow heavy in the wake of that pleasure, Dabi lets them close.

///

He wakes up again just after dawn, still curled up tight against Tomura's chest and his whole body still heavy from his pleasure. He can see the clock on the nightstand. Past time he should have already been up for training.

Dabi snuggles in closer to his lover, his arms tightening around him automatically, and Tomura's face turning to press into his hair. Work can wait. He doesn't want to disappoint his lover by not taking care of himself again. Besides, he feels perfect already, just laying in the circle of his arms.

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muninnhuginn · 7 months

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Wondering about Li Tianchen's powers being related to touch and how that informs his relationships with others.

There are three people we really see him interact with who know of his powers: Qian Jin, Li Tianxi, Liu Xiao.

Qian Jin always wears gloves in the present day, something that shows his careful personality, but is also likely habit from interacting with Li Tianchen considering he never wore them as a cop. Qian Jin doesn't truly trust Li Tianchen, even as he plans to use him for the same powers he shields himself from. Their relationship should be closer to parent-child, considering their circumstances, but is instead more a fragile balance of mutually using each other as tools. Qian Jin maintains distance, always seeking the next betrayal. There's no trust between them though, so betrayal is inevitable.

Li Tianxi doesn't wear gloves and willingly takes Li Tianchen's hand when offered. To some extent she is conscious of being used, but that's still her brother, and so she doesn't shield herself from him. For them as siblings, touch used to be a source of comfort, guidance, and protection all in one. Over time though, that's become twisted. But Tianxi still lets Tianchen use her and Tianchen still sees what he's doing as some form of protection. There's trust here at first, but it's stretched thin, and love can only try to paper over the gaps. Which is why Tianxi eventually reaches her breaking point and runs away. She didn't entirely give up on their relationship though. Even to the end, she was willing to save her brother, despite what he'd become.

Liu Xiao offers Li Tianchen his hand. It's reminiscent of shiguang, especially of the hospital scene when they do the Chen Bin dive by mutual agreement. But also a mirror of Li Tianchen offering Li Tianxi his hand as he uses her.

Liu Xiao's overall relationship with Li Tianchen is a dark mirror of both the twins' relationship and of shiguang, but with the added element that his "friendship" is conditional. With the twins and shiguang, there's still faith beneath any hurt they may cause each other. It's a two-way street. For Liu Xiao, he says Li Tianchen has to "earn" his friendship. The onus is always on Li Tianchen to prove himself in some way. And Li Tianchen is in a position where he needs to believe he's in control because the alternative is too horrifying to consider. So Liu Xiao says "jump" and Li Tianchen asks "how high?"

Liu Xiao can trust that Li Tianchen won't betray him. He is in control of the situation and in control of Li Tianchen. Li Tianxi is dead, Qian Jin in custody. He can't go to the police because they've cottoned onto the idea of powers and he's left a trail of bodies in his wake. At this stage, Li Tianchen has no other ties left but Liu Xiao.

Liu Xiao offers his hand. It's not gloved. It doesn't need to be.

#I feel like ppl want ltc and lx to be a more equal partnership but I think from what we've seen part of the point is that it isn't.#ltc is in a cycle of being preyed on by different ppl and he leans into the idea he could have control instead #so someone validating that and seeming to give him a route out? ofc he goes for it. and lx uses that to emotionally manipulate him.#losing his other connections with ltx dying then means he's dependent on lx. and he's aware of that to some extent tbf when he asks if-#-he has a choice. but at the same time he's in too deep to back out now.#link click #link click spoilers #shiguang daili ren spoilers #tried not to go too deep into the parallels w/ other relationships but I do think they're there intentionally.#the repeated theme of people withholding info and what it does to their relationship is too pointed to ignore.#(also I've said he can't go to the police bc of the whole killing thing but tbh I think that aspect was ingrained much earlier)

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FAMILY AFFAIRS w/Jujutsu Kaisen

( TW ) stepcest, dark content, (step)daddy Nanami + Toji, (step)brothers Geto + Gojo, unprotected sex, riding, semi-public sex, cheating, Daddy kink, masturbation, breeding kink, baby trapping (Gojo’s), Gojo’s obsessed and kind of insane.

Featuring: Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru

☾ GOJO SATORU

“'Toru!” You scream as your stepbrother pounds into you from behind. You're holding into the edge of the hot tub as Satoru fucks you dumb.

“Love this fuckin’ ass angel.” Satoru groans as he watches your ass recoil. He slaps your right cheek a few times before doing the same to the left. He looks back at your parents' house. It’s the middle of the night but he can’t help but wish that they’d wake up to your loud moans, that they’d come out screaming about how you too shouldn't be doing this.

They knew better than to send Satoru away again. He would never leave you and if he had to sneak into his childhood home to fuck his girl--he would.

“Louder Angel,” Satoru grips your hips and pounds into you harder. “Want everyone to hear you screaming and cumming onto my cock.”

“Satoru! Love you s’much.” You slur, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your arms give out as he continues to pound it you like there's no tomorrow, you fall on the edge of the hot tub, half of your body hangs out. Satoru doesn’t stop, too far gone.

“M’gonna cum, gonna give you a baby, gonna make sure you’re never apart from me again!” Satoru pushes on your back. You grunt at the pain of being pushed into the hard, cold edge.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum ‘Ro!” You scream into the night.

“Come then baby, cum on your big brother’s cock while he fucks a baby into this sweet cunt.”

☾ NANAMI KENTO

“Quite sweetheart, mommy’s sleeping right behind me. Don’t wanna wake her up do you?” Your stepfather whispers in your ear as he pushes his thick cock into you.

You have to hold a hand to your mouth to stop yourself from screaming. You shouldn't be doing this; all your mother has to do is wake up and look over her husband's shoulder to see her daughter being held down on his cock.

“D-daddy.” You whisper, turning your head to look at him. He pushes the rest of his cock inside, stuffing you to the brim. You bite down on your bottom lip.

“S’too much Daddy.” You cry out, Nanami covers your mouth with his in an attempt to get you to stop talking. It hardly works, you cry louder into his mouth as starts to move his cock in and out of you.

“Feels s’good Daddy,” You moan into his mouth. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby, but you gotta be quiet or else Daddy’s not gonna be able to fuck you anymore. He’s gonna be sent away and you’ll never see me again.”

“No!” You choke. You didn't want your Daddy to be sent away. You wanted to stay with him forever.

“Then be quite baby.” He grunts when you clench down hard around him. He fucks you faster, stopping every few minutes when the bed starts to stake. You whine softly, closer and closer to cumming the more you think about your mother catching you. She’ll finally let Daddy be yours if she saw how much better you please him, all you would have to do is wake her up.

But you don’t scream as Daddy fucks you to orgasm. You don’t moan when you feel him cumming deep inside you of and you don’t say a word when he tells you to go back to your own bed. Because you’re a good girl, and if Daddy said to be quiet, you’d be quiet.

☾ GETO SUGURU

“Sit up.” Your stepbrother whispers. You grab onto the driver's seat and stand best you can while also trying not to draw attention to your parents upfront.

You were driving Suguru back to college, all his luggage and extra shit he was bringing were sitting in the other two seats, so you had no choice but to sit on your stepbrother's lap. You didn’t mind though.

“Alright--sit back down.” Suguru grabs your hips and brings your down on his cock. Your eyes widen and you gasp. Your thankful your parents like listening to the radio on full blast, you be mortified if they looked back to see you fucking the boy your supposed to call brother.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking tight,” Suguru groans, grinding his hips into your ass. “Ride me baby, ride my fucking cock.”

Still holding onto the driver's seat, you look down to make sure your skirt is covering you two before you arch up. Once you get to the tip of his cock you slide back down. “Sugu...” You moan at the feeling of being stretched.

“Shush y/n, don’t want mommy and daddy to turn around and see you bouncing on your big brother's cock, do you?” Suguru whispers in your ear as he brings you back down on his cock. Your legs start to shake.

You gasp and grind harder onto is cock before repeating the same movement. After a minute, your legs start to cramp from position you’re in. You fall back onto Suguru chest.

“C’mon be a good girl and bounce on my cock—what you’re already tired after a few thrust—do I have to do everything?” Suguru grabs your hips and slams you up and down the entire length of his cock. You bite the inside of your cheeks, trying your hardest to keep the moans in.

“Since you’re making big brother do everything, m’gonna cum in your cunt—no I don’t care about that—than take plan B when you get home!”

☾ TOJI FUSHIGURO

"How bad do you want it baby?” Toji watches from his place on the toilet as you trail your fingers down you to your pretty pussy

“S’bad daddy, want you s’bad!” You whimper, bringing your other hand up to your slippery tits. You squeeze your nipples as you watch you stepdad fists his cock. You slip a finger into your pussy. It’s nothing compared to his bigger ones.

“Look me in the eye and tell me what you’ve done to deserve it.” He grunts, spreading his thick, hairy thighs further apart. He reaches down with his free hand to play with his balls.

“I’m a good girl, I always do what you say—please Daddy, I need you,” You whine, tearing up when he just leans back to stare at you with a bored expression. “Please, Daddy.” You whimper, staring at him with big doe eye. You sniffle.

“Don’t fuckin’ cry, baby,” Toji sighs, he hates seeing his little girl cry. Toji stands and walks into the shower. He picks you just and you throw your arms around his neck “Hate makin’ my baby cry.” He grabs his cock and pushes the tip in. You whimper in her neck as he pushes you down.

“Daddy.” You whimper in his neck.

“Daddy’s gonna make you feel better baby.” He kisses your cheek.

“Yea?” You whisper grabbing his jaw and kissing him on the stubble.

“Yea, Daddy's gonna make you feel better—just want my baby to stop cryin'.”

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princessbrunette · 1 month

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bunny!reader didn’t like being bad. infact, bunny!reader was bad at being bad.

“you slammin’ my doors now, huh? is that — is that what we’re doin’?” his voice booms through the hallway, and you regret it as soon as you’d happened to shut rafe’s bedroom door with just a tad too much attitude.

you wouldn’t call it a dispute, moreso you complaining. you’d gotten into trouble, purely over a misunderstanding on your part. barry had told you that he was your friend, and that you were welcome over to his place to hang out anytime. betrayed by your own naivety, you believed him — which lead to rafe all but dragging your ass back to tannyhill.

he doesn’t yell when he swings the door open, controlling himself. he knows deep down you didn’t mean any harm by it — so instead of spiralling out, he sucks in a breath, closing his eyes for a moment as he lifts a hand in thought.

“just… talk to me, alright? i need you to tell me you understand why you can not be friends with barry.” he stresses, opening his eyes wide to step towards you slowly, moving extra carefully because of the way your lip wobbled, body frozen up.

“i don’t want to talk.” you mewl, resisting the urge to thump your foot. you were never bratty, so he was allowing you some space — he had his limits though. rafe leans on his hip, holding his hand up again in despair.

“well, what — you want the belt, then? will that make you talk?” he shook his head, exasperated and you shake your head with a whimper. “okay then, so…?” he prompts.

“i just don’t understand. you’re the one who told me i should make some more friends!” you argue, voice high pitched and upset.

“yeah i meant girls at the country club, kid. not the god damn dealer i work with.” he drawls in response, blinking a couple of times like it’s obvious.

you hug your arms, feeling very silly about the whole thing as you shrink a little in stature. “i just thought that if we became friends with the same person… we could all hang out together. get to be around you more…” you bleat and he stressfully smooths his brow down with the pads of his fingers.

“thats not how it works.”

“well i’m sorry! barry is the one that said he wanted to be my friend!”

he tongues at his cheek for a moment before closing in on you, an irritated squint occupying his glare. “you really think he wants to be your friend? huh? nah, no really — really think about it baby.” he’s right infront of you, lightly tapping your temple to punctuate his word choice. rafe places a hand on your shoulder, bending to your level so he can look you properly in the eyes, forehead creasing in exertion. “i say this because i care about you, alright — he wants to fuck you. because — because that makes me look bad, right? and… and he’s always looking for ways to get back at me and plus you’re always sitting there with your fuckin’ titties hanging out your shirt so yeah, baby. he wants to fuck you.”

he lets go of you to pace, annoyed. you watch as he runs a hand over his jaw and you sniffle quietly. “oh.”

“yeah.” he speaks before glancing at you. he can see how upset the whole thing has made you, so he reluctantly starts back towards you with a sigh. “look. it’ll be easy for you to make some actual, female friends. okay? you’re a good girl. you’re — you’re kind and sweet and patient and they’d be lucky to have you.” he cups the back of your head before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“am i your friend rafe?” you peer up at him, so innocently and earnestly that it takes him back.

“y— what?”

“are we friends? together?” you blink.

“you’re my girlfriend.” he speaks like it’s obvious.

“mhm, but are we friends too?”

he itches his cheek, never having really thought about it before. honestly, he didn’t really see it that way — but maybe that was because rafe cameron didn’t really have female friends. not before you and certainly not after you. it just didn’t interest him. aside from wanting to rip your clothes off 24/7, the boy did surprisingly just enjoy being in your company. so, he licks his parted lips and nods.

“that what you want? yeah, kid. i’m your friend. okay?” he swipes his thumbs beneath your eyes, collecting the mascara that had pooled beneath. “now stop crying.”

#rafe cameron prompt #bunny!reader

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f0point5 · 23 days

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i NEED jealous Max. Please 🥺🥺🥺 I love jealous/possessive guys haha the feminism just leaves my body

Me too! GOD. Me, too.

It took me ages to decide how to go about this because I had soooo many ideas but I hope you like it!

✨set during the Miami GP weekend 2022✨

Everybody wants you, but I don’t like a gold rush

Max glances down at his watch. 17 minutes. 17 minutes you’ve been standing in the gallery area of the garage, fanning yourself with a magazine - with Max’s face on the front of it, no less - in the Miami heat, talking to some freakishly tall guy in a Louis Vuitton denim jacket and aviator sunglasses. He’s so painfully American that Max wonders what you even have to talk about for…eighteen minutes.

You tighten your high ponytail while Paul Bunyon talks, his mouth wide with every word. Max studies your face for any sign that you’re bored. He’s bored of watching this, but he knows from experience that not looking isn’t a real option. You haven’t looked over at him once in those eighteen minutes, in fact you haven’t even been distracted by the mechanics moving around or the noise of drilling and clattering tools.

This guy must be really fucking interesting.

You smile at something Captain America says and Max feels his jaw clenched so hard he thinks a tooth is going to crack.

It’s like he’s thirteen again, watching you stand in the middle of the makeshift paddock at the karting track, swarmed by every one of his competitors, their parents packing up their stuff as they vie for your attention. He was the only one who stayed away, following his dad’s instructions on how to properly dismantle and store things while sneaking glimpses at the show you were running. He would win every race and still go home feeling like a loser.

It’s different now, of course. He doesn’t take your gregarious nature so personally now, and he can admit he understands what men see in you now, even if he doesn’t feel it. But he’d be lying if he said it doesn’t trigger something in him to see the way men react to you. It might irritate him less if you enjoyed it, but you’ve long since grown out of that. Now, you expect it so much that you ignore it, and Max has no choice to but to notice it, the same way you’d notice a rusty knife embedded in your side.

“You’re not listening to me, are you?” GP says, which snaps Max out of his calculations.

“I’m listening,” Max says, fiddling with the brim of his cap. “Drive fast, win race, I got it,”

GP frowns at his dismissive tone, and Max makes a point of looking at his water bottle, lest GP realise what actually had his attention. “Max, you need to focus. What are you even-“ It’s the sound of your laugh - high pitched over the deep bass of the music - that makes GP look across the garage. His features twist in disapproval as he turns back to Max. “You’ve got to be kidding me,”

Max looks down at his shoes, moving his foot as he inspects them. “What?”

Above him, GP groans. “I’m not going to say anything about the situation as a whole, because it’s waste of my time. But specifically now, she’s right there, she’s not going anywhere. Can we please just go through this once and then you can carry on staring?”

Max rolls his eyes, steeling his face as a cameraman enters the garage. He’s wearing a Red Bull shirt so Max doesn’t mind too much, but he can’t be captured looking as morose as he feels. The cameraman pans past him and onto you and the guest. Max watches you cringe as the guy throws up some hand sign to the camera, clearly at home with the media attention.

“Who even is that?” Max asks, unable to hide his rancour. He’s probably going to be forced to take a picture with Popeye later.

“I don’t know, some American football player?” GP says with a shrug, giving Max a helpless look. GP couldn’t give less of a shit about the celebrity guests touted around the gargae, and normally Max is his ally. “Are we done?”

Max nods, but not even a second later he’s looking again. It gets worse the more you talk, he can see this guy becoming more enchanted by the second. He wonders what kind of steroids they take in American sports leagues because the meathead is acting like a dog in heat. He leans towards you at an angle that is wholly unnecessary, his eyes fixated on your mouth, nodding too emphatically at everything you say.

“My God, why doesn’t he just lick her face,” Max says incredulously, more to himself than anything.

“Max,” GP sighs.

“Come on,” Max implores with a scoff, stopping himself from outright gesturing in your direction. “Look at him. That’s embarrassing,”

GP fixes Max with a deadpan expression. “Right, but you being sulky and jealous is the height of cool?”

“I’m not jealous.”

And he isn’t. Because Joe DiMaggio over there doesn’t have anything he wants. He’s not going to waste time being jealous of a guy getting half an hour with you when he has cats, and a home, and a life with you.

Finally, you look in his direction, but only because GP calls your name. “Can you come here?”

You give GP a thumbs up and excuse yourself, trotting over to Max without a second thought. Wannabe Tom Brady brazenly enjoys the view, and Max swears he hasn’t been that close to punching someone since Monza last year.

“What’s up?” You ask, slotting yourself between the two men as you lean back against the shelf.

GP hands you his phone. “Beat this Candy Crush level for me, would you? Been stuck for days,”

You look at him skeptically, but years of being filmed up close by cameras on the pit wall have given GP a hell of a poker face; he just stares back at you, and you give up with a huff.

“Men are hopeless,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“Couldn’t agree more,” GP says, his eyes pointedly on Max, who can’t even defend himself.

Desperate to avoid GP’s scrutiny, he glances over at the gallery, only to find the Yank looking at him. Well, not him, you. He’s got that curious expression as he assesses you fiddling with GP’s phone, one that says he’s trying to understand if he has something to be worried about. He doesn’t. You’re not his to worry about.

“Here,” Max says, pulling off his cap. You barely look up at him before he puts his cap firmly on your head, holding it steady with one hand while pulling your ponytail through the hole at the back with the other.

The brim of the hat obscures half your face, and Max turns so that half your body is shielded by his, which he tells himself is in case a camera comes by.

“It’s sunny,” Max shrugs in his own defence, when he notices you looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

You adjust the cap on your head but don’t take it off. “Why don’t you just give me your letterman jacket?”

“My what?”

“Never mind,” you chuckle, shaking your head at him as you pat his chest with an indulgent smile.

He takes the opportunity at the sound of a large wheel gun to glance over at the gallery, only to meet the eyes of the guy you were talking to. Now that you’re no longer next to him, Max does sort of recognise him. He plays for some team named after an animal. Max just looks at him - he’ll do this all day if he has to - until the guy shoves his hands in his pockets and pulls out his phone, starting to tap away. Yeah, go back to Raya.

Good riddance, Max thinks to himself as he turns back to you, only to find that you already looking at him. He wonders for how long.

He can tell by your smirk that he’s been caught. If he’s honest with himself you caught him five years ago, this was just one of the few moments he let you know it. And you know it. How could you not know?

He thinks for a second that you’re going to tease him, but you don’t. You shift on your feet so that some of your weight rests against his arm, and go back to playing on GP’s phone.

“Go on, GP,” he says, fighting a smile at the large number 1 on the brim of what is now your hat.

He knows from the way GP is looking at him that he’ll get an earful about this later, but right now, he just clears his throat.

“Right, so,”

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine

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moonstruckme · 8 months

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Flirtation

summary: when Sirius won't stop tormenting you with pet names, you think to take revenge, but he doesn't react as you expected

Sirius Black x shy!reader ♡ 546 words

You jolt a little when a hand lands on your shoulder, a second before Sirius plops down beside you in the common room.

“Sorry, dollface,” he says, sliding his hand from your shoulder to your neck in what you suppose is meant to be a soothing motion. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

You smile, though your heart only beats faster now that you know it’s him. “You didn’t scare me.”

“No?” He asks, and there’s that unrelenting teasing tone in his voice. “Does my beauty just shock you every time you see me, then?”

You flush, looking to where your fingers play with the hem of your skirt. Sirius knows he can turn you into a stammering, blushing mess with only a pet name or a tilt of his lips, and he never lets you forget it. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been dating or how much time you spend with him, you never get used to his audacity.

“Doing alright, sweet thing?” he croons, taking your face in both hands so you have no choice but to meet his eyes. They’re alight with mirth.

“Mhm.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.”

“You’re blushing.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.” He makes an indent in your overwarm cheek with his thumb, looking entirely too entertained at your misery. And it feels unfair. Why should he be able to fluster you whenever he likes, and you can’t even bring yourself to look him in the eyes? “I know I’m a lot to take in, but really, sweetheart.”

You force yourself to do it, before the boldness has a chance to leave you. “Sorry, baby,” you say, forcing yourself to look deep into Sirius’ cool gray eyes, “I can’t help but be nervous when you’re looking at me so prettily.”

You relish for a moment in victory as Sirius’ eyes go wide, but then his mouth drops open and he melts.

“What did you just call me?” he breathes.

Your confidence has exceeded its time limit. You cringe in on yourself, but Sirius catches your hands before you can use them to cover your face.

“C’mon,” he says, in that soft voice that he almost never uses in public, the one that makes you want to curl up in his lap and tell him all your secrets, “please?”

You glance around, but no one is paying attention to the two of you. “Pretty.” It’s a whisper, but Sirius beams all the same.

“And?”

You slouch shamefully, sinking into the couch cushions. “Baby?”

Sirius throws himself back like you’ve shoved him, grinning like a lunatic. He comes back to you quickly, and there’s pure, unadulterated adoration in his eyes when he says, “You’re killing me, dollface. Say it again.”

You sigh, but indulge him. “Baby.”

He clasps your hand between his, pulling it to his chest theatrically. “Yeah, sweetness? Whatever you want, you can have it.”

You’re trying to be exasperated with him, but you’re laughing. “Siri, stop, please.”

He pouts. “If that’s what you want. But if you ever decide you really want something from me, just say the word, angel, and I’ll do it.”

“Sure thing, pretty boy,” you say quietly, emboldened by his behavior, and this time, when Sirius flops back dramatically on the couch, he takes you with him.

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fic #sirius black oneshot #sirius black baby blurb #sirius black imagine #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #sirius black drabble #sirius black scenario #marauders #the marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders era

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irndad · 2 months

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Hi, I’m so sorry, I searched for request guidelines and must be missing them so if this isn’t something you write I apologize-

Flower prompt heliotrope with Spencer where reader sacrifices herself/or gets shot to save Maeve so Spencer can be happy, even though she’s hopelessly in love with him. 🥹

Little angst, little fluff. You can decide if reader fully sacrifices or just gets really badly hurt and how Spencer reacts.

my dear!! there are no rules yet- i have things i won't fill but thus far the onus has been on me to clarify. i had so much fun writing this- thank you for requesting it!!! requests r open :^) wc: 1.1k

“Is Maeve okay?”

It’s the first thing she says when she wakes up from her hospital bed. Spencer’s shaking, a little woozy too. It turns out that they have the same blood type, and she lost a whole fucking lot of it. He’d been happy to give it to her, although ‘happy’feels like the wrong word to use in this situation.

She had internal bleeding, and collapsed harshly from the gunshot, scuffing her forehead so badly she needed stitches. Comparatively, it’s the least of her worries, but still- Spencer can’t stop staring at it. She’s literally marred by the choice she made to protect him.

Maeve is okay. She’s in the same hospital, but Spencer’s spent about ten minutes with her- the rest of the last 12 hours of his life were spent oscillating between donating blood and praying to a deity he’s not sure exists.

She’d survived. They’d both survived. He should feel relieved- why doesn’t he feel relieved?

It’s a stupid question that he keeps asking himself. Two of the most important people in his life are alive, but still in the moment, her blood spilling over him- the gasp of her breath when the bullet hit her- He’s going to remember the sound of it forever, what it sounded like for her to almost die for someone else. He hates that she’s the type of person to do it. To jump in front of a loaded gun for a woman she’s never met before.

He’s mad at her. He has no right to be- he gets a chance with Maeve now, and that’s all due to the choice she made. And yet- he’s so, so angry at her. Because she could be dead right now. He could never, ever talk to her again. She made a choice that meant that he might have never been able to hear her voice, do a magic trick for her, ever, ever be near her again. How the fuck could she do that to him?

“Yes,” he replies, “she’s okay.”

She nods agreeably, before wincing at what appeared to be an intense ache at her temples.

“My head hurts,” she says, her voice low and endearing, and his heart roars with protectiveness. “Do you think I could have a juice box?”

She’s so sweet- he wants to laugh, in a sad desperate kind of way. This is his favorite person in the world, sitting up shakily and asking for juice, clearly groggy and so endearing. He almost lost her.

“You’re okay too,” he says, “If you’re wondering. You scared us. You had internal bleeding and a concussion. You lost a lot of blood.”

It’s only then she frowns.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” she pouts, trying to sit up and speak to him. “But it all worked out, Spence. She’s okay.”

“It didn’t all work out!” Her eyes widen at his outburst, and he feels like scum. Yelling at her when she’s in a hospital bed, taking a bullet so he’d have a chance at romance.

“You said she’s okay,” she says back, slowly. “I don’t understand.”

“You lost blood. You almost died. That is not it working out. You have to tell me you understand that.” He doesn’t know why he’s being so harsh, but he also doesn’t know why he has to explain this to her.

“I know,” she sighs, “I know. But this is the job, and I didn’t have time to get a vest on!”

“Then you wait. You wait. You don’t just burst in-“

“And you would’ve lost the love of your life!”

“What makes you think she’s the love of my life?”

A nurse shuffles by the room and Spencer takes a deep breath. He doesn’t want to be kicked out of her room, and on some level he knows how crazy it is to be yelling at a gunshot victim. He pinches his nose, eyes winced in frustration.

She’s been his favorite person by a wide margin for an incredibly long time. She joined the team as a consultant and he remembers the first time he did a card trick for her- the first time he’d fallen asleep on her shoulder. He was so grateful to know her. Still is. In this moment, knowing feels like time slipping out from an hourglass- like it was almost numbered. Their time was almost finished.

Maeve was lovely. Maeve listened and she was kind and Spencer really did like her. He’s glad she’s safe, now. But his best friend, his coworker and favorite person- Spencer thought everyone could tell that he’s been in love with the team consultant since the first week he knew her.

Everything he liked about Maeve reminded him of her.

And she’d jumped in front of a bullet for someone she thought he was in love with. And fuck, maybe he did love her in some way- but whatever ‘in love’ meant with Maeve, this sorrow, the pain of knowing she’d almost been someone he’d have to remember was far, far deeper.

“You’ve never mentioned anyone to me romantically. I’ve known you for years, Spencer. She’s important to you.”

Maeve is. She was. It’s all so confusing now. He has liked someone for years, though. He couldn’t tell her, though. Maeve was a welcome distraction from a love he thought was wholly impractical and impossible to love him back— a love that now he has to witness languish in a hospital bed.

Morgan knew. Morgan would tease him every time Spencer drew a smiley face in purple marker on her coffee cup. He would tell him to just ask her out, and it had always felt so improbable. She’d never go for someone as lanky and uncharismatic as him.

“You’re important to me.”

She has no idea how much.

Her eyes soften at that, and not for the first time, he wants to curl into her arms. He wants to lay next to her in the hospital bed, and feel her pulse beat against bare skin. Feel her pulse and with every beat know that she is alive.

“I know that, Spence,” she breathes out.

Even though it’s not kosher, not necessarily the right thing to do when your not-girlfriend/girl you went on one date with is in the same hospital, but when his best friend opens up her arms for a hug, he ends up doing exactly what he wanted.

The team finds her asleep in her hospital bed, with Spencer asleep in her arms. It feels voyeuristic to look at, but Spencer really, really couldn’t care.

He resolved to tell her that he loves her as soon as she’s healed. With the way Morgan side eyes him every time he ‘helps’ her walk across a room by holding her waist, he’s not sure he’ll last that long.

#spencer reid #spencer Reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x fem!reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds fanfic

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luminiamore · 2 months

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basketball player ony x black spiritual reader

warnings: he sucks the soul out yo p**sy!

part two here

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The beginning of your second semester was in just a few days and to say you were excited was an understatement. Right before the first semester ended, you had undergone a ‘second’ spiritual awakening, as you like to call it. You decided you were tired of meaningless sex, worn out from talking to random guys, knowing they were leading nowhere; it never felt aligned with your spirit. The man you were having a fling with was supposed to be just that, a fling. But, of course, you ended up catching feelings.

It was ironic since you were the one who labeled it so as not to catch feelings, but of course, the universe reminded you that your soul wasn’t like that. Sex was an extremely big deal for you, so while he was attractive and could put it down better than the average man, his lack of appreciation was evident. His disrespect left you no choice but to sever ties completely; you blocked him on all socials, removing him from your life completely.

That same week, you had taken the time to really connect with the spiritual side of yourself again. You went back to doing shadow work to confront and shed your limiting beliefs while unpacking your trauma. Starting meditation again became a part of your daily routine, and you even started watching podcasts giving advice on how to liberate yourself from your past.

You started to take care of your physical health, too, signing up for a gym membership and eating full meals with a lot of protein to get your ass right. You were feeling like yourself again, and the feeling of liberation it brought was profound.

You had reevaluated your opinion and feelings toward money, too, deciding that every cent spent would be towards elevating your life one way or another. The universe, naturally rewarded your high vibration, drawing abundance to you in unprecedented ways. Your college sent you a generous check of $10,000, which you ensured was put to good use.

And fast forward just two months into your second semester, it was.

Your life had ascended to an entirely new level: your lashes were consistently sitting pretty, you were opting for waxing every 3-4 weeks, and your wardrobe underwent a complete overhaul- all in shades of pink, of course.

While you always prioritized your hygiene with the money your parents provided you with, now it was tenfold. You invested in new skincare and body care, and your hair flaunted a freshly laid style every 2-3 weeks. Your appearance radiated beauty, mirroring the inner confidence you felt. Thanks to your mindset, showed up as your best self every day.

In your macroeconomics class, you pondered all this, sitting adorable in a light pink tracksuit. The zipper of your sweater was slightly lowered, revealing your perky breasts, while a subtle smile graced your full brown glossed lips. You snapped out of your daze when you heard a whisper of your name from behind you.

“Y/n,” his deep, husky voice caused an immediate reaction within you. Your body moved on its own accord to face him, Onyankopon. Your attraction toward him grew slowly but gradually; it crept up on you unexpectedly. You remember when you first looked at him, immediately struck by his towering stance and commanding presence.

Despite your own tall stature, standing at an impressive 5’8, you were accustomed to men around your height or just slightly taller. It came as a surprise when you found yourself having to crane your neck to meet his gaze. What made your panties drop was his need to bend down slightly to catch your soft-spoken words. This was new.

The universe has to be testing you. What other reason could there possibly be? The way he looked at you, so deep into your soul when he asked you a question about the group project your professor assigned. His gentle manner of speaking made it feel as though it was just the two of you in the entire classroom. It had to be a test.

You’re tuned back into the classroom atmosphere when a large tatted hand waves slowly in your face. Blinking rapidly, you immediately chide yourself inwardly for having been caught staring straight at him without saying anything.

“Oh, sorry,” you murmur, avoiding his intense gaze. You silently plead with the universe, questioning why he had to look at you like that.

Ony chuckles at your embarrassment, he found you adorable. “You good, mama. But for our project, we’d set up a biomass service with an active but limited government, right?” his head tilts curiously as he addresses you, getting lost in your perfect face.

“Uh- yea. We’d have market prices to help fund it, too,” you whispered back to him, missing the way his eyes were studying your face. To him, you are stunning beyond measure. When he first introduced himself, he felt that beautiful was too inadequate of a word to describe you. He couldn’t stop himself from getting lost in your captivating energy.

Too entranced, he simply nodded at your answer, licking his lips while looking at yours. Your professor ended the class early today, assigning an assignment based on a textbook specifically meant for that class—a textbook you hadn’t bothered to spend your money on.

After packing your belongings, you made your way to the front of the class to sign your name in for attendance; while doing so, you heard the sugary voice of your professor,

“You know the project is due in around two weeks, so I wanted to check in on you and see how your progress with your group is so far,”

The minute she said this, an almost forgotten idea came into your head as you quickly replied, “Oh, right! I wanted to ask you to look over what we have so far, to make sure we’re on the right path.”

She immediately nodded affirmatively, “Of course, show me.”

You swiftly pulled out your laptop with a smile, expecting it to open instantly since you had just closed it. To your dismay, you were wrong— so wrong. Glancing around the almost empty classroom, you turned your attention to your computer to figure out exactly why it was taking so long to open, only to find the word ‘updating’ displayed. This prompted frown to crease on your face. I just closed it. Why is it updating now? you thought.

You sensed his presence before laying eyes on him, feeling his towering and imposing figure approach from directly behind you. Instinctively you pressed your full hips against the desk you were leaning on to not accidentally graze him. He was so big though; you knew if you turned around you wouldn’t find much space between the two of you. he stood right next to you.

You glanced around the room once more, only to find it empty. Inwardly rolled your eyes, you couldn’t help but attribute this to the universe when you peeked back at your laptop and found the PowerPoint for your project finally displayed on your screen.

Interrupting the conversation Ony and your professor were having about his last basketball game of the season, you turned your computer to show your professor all the slides you had finished. What you didn’t anticipate was Ony also looking at it.

You could sense his gaze on you, observing your every move as you flipped through the slides, listening to the praise your professor bestowed upon you after each one. When you finally finished and stood up straight, you turned to look up at him, only to find him already staring at you, his expression one of awe. Time seemed to freeze for a good minute as you locked eyes with him. The tension between you was palpable, so thick that for a moment, you wondered if your professor could sense it too, as she continued to praise the work you had done, casting a glance at both of you with a small smile on her face.

You quickly looked away and closed your computer once more, placing it in your knitted tote bag that was decorated in pink bows. Fuck.

You were planning on leaving, not wanting to overstay when you noticed he asked a question to clarify your research paper due a month from now. You couldn’t excuse yourself just yet because although the question was for him specifically, she addressed both of you when she answered.

You think that if you stayed this close to him for another minute, your slick would drip down on the floor from how wet you were getting, especially from the casual glances he kept sending your way while your professor rambled on.

When she finished, you didn’t hesitate to leave, wishing her a good weekend without acknowledging Ony, too afraid you might embarrass yourself. Once again, he simply glanced at you, admiring how your ass looked so plump and fat in the pretty tracksuit you wore. Your colorful waist beads and dermal piercings only adding onto your irresistible allure.

He found himself needing to adjust his sweats, feeling his bulge growing larger as his thoughts drifted to how he simply wanted to hold you, love you—he yearned to consume you completely. You were driving him insane.

You knew of your crush on Ony, but you had ignored it knowing how intense your feelings could become when you liked someone. You just started your spiritual journey again; you didn’t have the time to like someone. You were determined not to entertain it, but with each encounter during your class and even occasionally seeing him outside of class, the urge to get closer to him only intensified.

You went about the rest of classes for the day seamlessly, trying to forget about the 6’7 man that began consuming your mind on a daily basis. Fortunately, you hadn’t seen him for the rest of the day, which you were grateful for, you didn’t know if your panties could handle anymore.

The moment you opened the door to your studio apartment, your beautiful black cat greeted you instantly.

“Hi, my baby,” you cooed as you bent down slightly to pet her. She greatly accepted the attention, instantly trilling at you and rolling over on her back to showcase her stomach.

Later that night you promptly took a cold shower, cleansing your body of all the energies that had attached themselves to you from spending all day around people. Once done, you wrapped your pink towel around your body and sat on the edge of your bed to light your Venus Rose incense. This was your peace.

You reached over to your bedside table, taking your strawberry hemp lotion and treating your body to a much need massage. Then, you grabbed your shea butter baby oil and repeated the same process. Opting to stay naked for the night, you settled back on your silk pillows and basked in the moment.

Your moment was interrupted by a sudden ding on your phone. You smiled when you realized who it was. it was from one of your closest friends, your only friend after you had removed all the toxic people from your life, checking up on you.

Her name was Josefina, and that girl was your rock. one of the few people in your life that encouraged your growth and wasn’t afraid to call you out on your shit when you weren’t on top of game. And of course, you did the same for her. You hadn’t told her about this crush yet, and honestly you were nervous to do so.

“So, i have to tell you something,” you start after you both had been rambling on the phone for about 20 minutes. She gives you a look that can only be described as, ‘what now’. You have a reputation for relying on your intuition and making decisions based on your feelings, but she didn’t judge. Instead, she simply tilted her head and nodded, indicating that she was listening attentively.

“I have a crush on this guy in my group for the big project I told you about. his name is Ony and he is so tall and big girl, oh my god,” you let out a slight squeal as you drift off into a daydream about him.

She giggles at your reaction and lets out a small sigh of relief, which you notice.

“Bitch, i thought you went back to the dread-head you were fucking”, you shoot her a disgusted glance at the mere suggestion, causing her to laugh even harder before she goes on, “I know you don’t like confrontation, so let’s start small, yeah? You have an assignment due next week, right? Just ask him for the textbook since you don’t have it.”

Your eyes widen, and you start making small kissing noises through the screen as if she were there to receive them. “I love you so bad, i’m gonna give you a big kiss when i see you,” she returns the sentiment with a flushed face before you move on to another topic. You both stay on the phone for another hour, discussing your beliefs and interests. This was how it always was with her; you never felt the need to prove yourself, it was effortless to just be yourself.

The weekend arrived swiftly, almost unexpectedly so. With the looming threat of a failing grade and the risk of plummeting from a 3.7 GPA to a mere 2, the only option left was to muster the courage and text your crush, requesting the textbook you desperately needed.

You pull his number from the group chat that included everyone in your group and immediately got to work.

Your heart was beating abnormally fast, you’re going to his dorm. The same thought repeated in your mind at least 30 times before you actually got up and started getting ready. You search through your closet and select a pink tube top that fits snugly around your chest, pairing it with a long, flowing black skirt that grazes the floor. Naturally, you accessorize your outfit with a variety of waist beads and a jade Buddha necklace.

You swiftly fix the baby hairs on your black curly lace and send Ony your location, with a small text of ‘I'm ready,’ accompanying. When he notified you that the Uber had arrived, you hurriedly slipped on your beach sandals and grabbed your laptop and keys. The ride felt long, your nerves ramping up with each passing moment. Finally arriving on campus, you made your way to his dorm room and knocked. As the door opened, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him, shirtless. Gray sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips, his fat bulge just staring at you.

Why? Why is it so big?

It felt as if time stood still in that moment, and you could only hope for the universe’s mercy.

“Come in, mama” he urges you in with a hand on your lower waist, lightly grazing your dermal piercings. Ony felt weak in the knees when you walked through his door. You were tempting him. With your pretty belly ring of the Ankh symbol twinkling at him. His mind went straight to the rapid movements they would make once he had your smooth legs on his shoulders, feeding you deep thrusts. You were tempting him, you had to be.

“You don’t have a roommate?” You look around the large tidy dorm, but you realized you only saw one set of keys by the door. He takes your laptop and keys and places it on the small wooden desk in front of his couch, right next to the textbook you needed.

He hums, “Nah, I need my privacy,” He grabs your hand and sits you down right next to him. You felt shivers run down your spine from the mere heat coming off of his palm. “You want some water before we start, mama?”

You flush at the pet name he always uses and look down at your classic french nails. “No, thank you Ony.”

Ony didn’t like when you avoided his stare, he wanted to see your beautiful brown eyes. He wanted to see your soul.

“Can you look at me?” He whispers and runs a crooked finger under your chin and tilts it towards him. Your lips were so plump and he held back a groan when you released a small gasp at his action. Your eyes flicker between your nails and his eyes until they finally relax into his gaze.

You could get lost in the way he looks at you, so sinful and passionate. The passion you’ve been longing for. Ony sensed this as he gives a sly smile, “There you go, good girl.”

Fuck. You’re sure the thong you put on 30 minutes ago were already drenched in your mess. If you had the bet, they probably stained your skirt too. That’s the effect he had on you. Ony was in the same boat you were, he knew what he was doing when he put on those gray sweats before he opened the door. Once you glanced down for a split second at his lap and quickly looked up, avoiding his stare yet again, he knew his plan had worked. You can’t get anything past him.

“You want it baby? I’ll give it to you. All you need to do is ask.” His hand began gripping your throat slowly, but firm. You gasped as he pulled you towards him. You were a breath away from his lips, and honestly you couldn’t take the tension anymore.

“O-Ony- We have to work on-” He cuts off your stumbled words before you could finish.

“But you want it, right?” He noticed the way you rubbed your thighs together when he tightened his grip on your throat. He leans to give a small peck to your adam’s apple causing you to grip his shoulders, his big shoulders. “Tell me you want it Y/n.”

“Please- ah!” Ony sucked on a particular sweet spot, hard. He tried to wait until you were at least half way done with the assignment, but how dare you? How dare you come into his dorm looking the way you did? And you expected him not to rip everything off of you and ravage your entire being? Silly you.

That’s how you found yourself in your current position On your back with your lace thong hanging off the tip of his TV and your thighs suffocating his head as he completely sucked the soul out of your clit. Ony was a desperate man, and after one taste of the heavenly slick between your legs, he couldn’t function properly anymore without being in it.

“Oh f-fuck Ony-” He hummed encouragingly and licked faster, eager to taste your cum, eager to see your twisted face when you cum for him.

“You got it, mama. Fuck you taste so good.” You couldn’t handle the pressure you felt, his tongue was eating you so fast. You let out a sinful moan when his tongue started moving in and out of your little quivering hole. Your back arched up off the couch as you grind your lower hips on his wet face. You were dripping everywhere.

You didn’t know what to grab, your hands scrambling around your pretty tits to the couch then back to your tits again. You couldn’t think- you had no thoughts in your brain but Ony and more.

Something was coming, you felt the boiling heat in your lower stomach. And Ony knew what was coming when your angelic mewls started getting shaky and you began pushing your hips away from the onslaught on your poor drenched pussy. He wasn’t having any of that, he tightens his grip on your hips right below your waist beads.

“S-shit I’m- Oh fuck. Ony I-” He somehow went faster, his tongue rolling all over your engorged bud. He ignored your attempts to tap out, he just wanted to please you. Can’t you see that? Why were you running away from him?

“Don’t run Y/n.” The mere octave in his voice caused a broken whimper to escape your messy glossed lips. You were an absolute mess, just from his skillful tongue alone. Your wig slightly lifting, your breathing erratic and irregular, drool now falling, and your arousal overflowing onto both his face and couch. Ony liked you like this. No, he loved you like this.

Your mouth opened into a silent scream, you came unexpectedly rapid. There was no warning when you did, you saw white spots in your vision and wailed out “Ony!”You just gave Ony everything you had, cream and squirt, and Ony, like the greedy man he was, took it all. Unashamedly so.

You thought he would stop after your hips stuttered and bucked for the fifth time in a row, but it’s a good thing you don’t get paid for thinking.

Ony grunted out in between what he decided was his meal, sending heavy shockwaves against your dripping core, “Don’t wanna-” Slurp. “Can’t fuck you without-” Slurp. “Taking you out first.” Squelch. “So let me eat you, okay, mama?” Squish. “You can take it, I know you can.”

You felt your clit twitch in his warm mouth. Ony wanted more from you, so, he took his long middle finger and easily slipped it inside your fluttering hole. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull and you choked out another loud cry.

He started slow, barely reaching deep in you but he got mesmerized at the way your pussy juice was leaking onto his palm, so he gradually went faster. He wanted more. He latched onto your clit again and coaxes another tatted finger inside of you, splitting apart your warm walls. He became obsessed with the strangled noises you sung out.

“Oh-Oh god. Ah!” You squeal when he curls his fingers against your g-spot and abuses the spongy spot repeatedly. You couldn’t take it. You think you were hyperventilating, but he somehow managed to keep you calm when he intertwined his fingers with yours gently. His dynamic was making your mind scramble. The way he sucked the life out of you while gently caressing your soft hands couldn’t be normal.

You were becoming breathless when you felt the same fire from before come back, tenfold. You were going to lose it.

Ony encouraged you with a muffled voice, “Yeah baby, just like that. Come for me, I’m right here.” He didn’t want to let up for a second. Your body listens against your minds will. You knew you were safe, drenching his face in your essence felt safe. You scream out one last breathy moan before Ony pulls away from your sticky fat pussy lips.

If he didn’t stop now, the girthy cock he had in his pants would’ve have completely battered your pussy in the next second. And like he told you, he wanted to court you first. You gasp and fall down heavily on your back, your breathing loud as you try and catch your shaky breaths.

“You good?” He asks as he looks up at your blissed out face from his kneeled position. This nigga is not serious. Asking if you’re good after he just obliterated your pussy before he even got to fuck you. You didn’t respond, only gave him an exasperated look, which he chuckled at.

“I didn’t want to see you like this before I properly asked you out. But, you just looked so pretty.” He begins as he gets up and walks a few feet away from you to get you some water and a wet wipes. If Ony hadn’t left you temporarily immobilized you would’ve covered your face in embarrassment.

“You make me weak Y/n, and I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t take this chance. Let me take you on a date..please?” He sounded so vulnerable, his voice had a hint of pleading attached to it. You wanted this man so bad, it was impossible for you to say no. He cleaned you up as he awaited your answer with high breaths of anxiety.

You whisper in a hoarse voice, “Yes- yes Ony.” You pull him down towards you and wrap your thighs around his waist. You smiled as your mind went back to the Tarot reading you did last week that promised love in the near future. Maybe, just maybe, this was it. Ony could do nothing but fall harder.

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thedevilspearl · 9 months

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prone to bone — all brothers

author’s note ʚɞ i’ve been seeing prone bone floating around recently and also can’t get the brothers out of my head so here is my take on how the brothers feel about the position. spoiler alert: they fucking love it.

tags ʚɞ female reader x lucifer, mammon (filming during the act), leviathan, satan (power play), asmodeus (crying), beelzebub (size kink) + belphegor. explicit smut, minors do not interact!

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 feels an immense surge of control when he towers over you, his thighs on either side of you resting just enough weight on you to trap you underneath him, but not enough to hurt you. he doesn’t need to trap you; he knows you’d never try to move away from him when his cock is filling you up so well. but there’s something about you not having the choice to that adds to his total control over you. his hands rub up and down your back, taking a moment to grope your ass while he slowly drives his cock in and out of your pussy, grinding his cock to the hilt and ascending to a higher realm when he hears your lustful cries muffled by pillows. “my sweet darling,” he pulls away the pillows with a deep rut, causing you to yelp. “don’t hide your voice. i want to hear how dirty you are.”

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 one hundred per cent records you in this position every single time. it’s the same position but each occasion that calls for it is a whole new experience. he just loves when the base of his cock presses against your perky ass. he loves the way your ass cheeks jiggle when he speeds up his pace, when they mould into his hands while he grabs them roughly. but most of all, he loves the strangled cries sounding from the body beneath him. oh, he knows he’s fucking you good; so deep and intimate is the way his cock buries itself in your pussy, dragging against all the right places. he can go round after round in this position, filming it on his ddd so he can watch it on repeat when you’re not around. “fucking hell,” he grunts, chuckling while holding handfuls of your ass. “ya look so pretty for me, don’t think i’m stopping any time soon.”

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 loves the prone bone. it’s one of the positions where his confidence and self–esteem rockets sky high. he usually gets a bit shy being on top but he appreciates having your face hidden in the cushions while he does all the work, blushing the entire time; and it’s a relatively easy position, not too strenuous for him and his debatably poor stamina. but god, he just loves when you wear his shirt in this position, completely naked underneath but every thrust has him losing himself in the sight of your body as his shirt inches its way up your back. and along with his fingers interlacing with yours as they push down into the mattress and your ass bouncing up into him as he fucks you deep, it’s enough to make him finish in seconds. “i’m cumming!” levi cries, body collapsing on yours but he doesn’t stop fucking you with his twitching cock. “holy shit, it feels so good.”

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍 leans over you with his hands latched on each of your wrists, burying them in the bed sheets and with his thighs holding your lower body in place, there’s no way you can move. you desperately want to writhe and twitch in pleasure but he holds you perfectly still. your body shakes in the ripples of pleasure shooting through your body, a bliss only satan can bring to you as every grind of his hips is precise and perfect hitting your sweet spots again and again. it’s almost torture when he treats you like a toy, putting you in the perfect position for his greedy cock to fuck. you lay flat but your ass tilts upwards just the slightest bit, giving him the perfect angle to drive you both to insanity. “fuck! shit!” satan growls, so close to cumming but you defiantly fidgeted and disrupted his rhythm. “stay fucking still if you want to cum.”

𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒 has a particular taking to this position because it’s so easy to fuck you into oblivion and back without draining too much stamina from either of you. but that doesn’t mean you won’t end up with tears dripping down your face and drool spilling from your lips. it’s the way you scream his name extra loud as he ploughs into you from behind. his hands grip your ass tight while your head hangs off the bed, bouncing with each thrust. asmo loves fucking you in the collapsed doggy style, and as you squeeze the bed sheets for dear life while your body lays flat and twitching, asmo continues fucking you from behind and he can’t find it in him to stop. the position turns him into an insatiable devil “aww sweetie, i know you’re tired,” he whispers gently in your ears as your body wracks with sobs. “but you can take a little more, can’t you?”

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁 loves putting his big body to the test, especially when he’s fucking you dumb on his huge cock. every position is a reminder of how huge he is compared to you, so it would be blasphemy to talk about beelzebub and the prone bone without mentioning his raging size kink. his fat balls rub against the back of your thighs while his thick cock stretches you open. it lays heavy in your pussy as he slowly grinds it back and forth, grunting each and every time. the way your pussy engulfs a beast like him, coating his cock in your arousal, it’s a marvel to him. his breath is hot and heavy, a signal that he’s extremely turned on. whether he’s towering above you or leaning over your shaking frame, he feels so fucking huge and that’s enough for him to want to fuck you in the position forever. “fuck, mc....you’re so tight, ‘s driving me crazy.”

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 is a lazy git who prefers positions where you do most of the work. however, prone boning you is a compromise. he’ll put in the work while you melt into the bedsheets, but it’s also a relatively low effort position that doesn’t tire him out, and that means he can last longer. and he loves lasting long in this position because the view of your ass between his thighs and the expanse of your back on display for him is addictive. for once, he loves that you’re the one squirming underneath him, crying out his name only to be muffled by the blanket tugged between your teeth because his cock is fucking you so deeply. “fuck baby,” he grunts rutting his hips quicker and harder as the minutes pass. belphie loses his mind when you quivers around his cock. “gonna make me cum so hard.”

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morganski-19 · 1 month

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part 1

The next day, there’s someone new to visit Steve. Making Wayne stop in his tracks on his third coffee run. The rumors were true, the Chief isn’t as dead as he was a year ago. Just lost what looks to be half his body weight and all of his hair. Looking gaunt and malnourished.

But he’s alive. That has to count for something.

Wayne wishes the Chief was there to see him. Give him the key to unlock the chain around Eddie’s wrist. So he’d be able to wake up to a clean slate. That his record will be clear and he won’t get carted off to jail as soon as he’s stable. So Wayne will be able to bring him home.

Once he has a home to go to. Not just a shitty hotel room that costs more than it should for a night. But it’s right next to the hospital, so Wayne can be here in five minutes if something happens. When his boy wakes up. He has to wake up.

It’s been five days since Eddie was brought in. Twelve since Wayne saw him last. All he wants is to hear his obnoxiously loud music blaring down the hall while he’s trying to sleep. Or the laughter that could make him smile even when he didn’t want to. Wayne wants his Eddie back, the boy he watched grow all of these years. He’s not ready for the day Eddie wakes up and the light is gone from his eyes.

Because it will be. Wayne’s seen enough people come back from combat a completely different person. With the scars that are sewn into Eddie’s torso, up his neck, one on his cheek. There’s no doubt that he’s been through something unimaginable. Life changing.

As much as Wayne wants Eddie to wake up. He’s not ready for him to wake up changed.

There’s a knock on the hospital door before it opens. Wayne’s expecting a nurse to check Eddie’s vitals, tell him the same shit they have for days. That all is good and he’s progressing. It should be any day now that he wakes up. If the damage to his body wasn’t too much for him. Those words of hope lack their meaning now.

But instead of a nurse walking through the door, it’s the Chief.

“Can I sit?” He motions to the chair next to Wayne.

“I suppose.”

The Chief sits next to Wayne, not looking at him. “I hear he’s been in a coma for a few days now.”

Wayne nods, not much in the mood for talking. Civilly at least. Push the right button and the volcano is about to burst.

“I’ve known a few people who’ve been in medically induced ones like this. They all wake up in the end.”

“I’d like for the cuffs to be off his wrist when he does,” Wayne snaps. Knowing that the Chief has the key to unlock them. “That way he can recover as an innocent man. Like he should.”

The Chief takes a deep breath. “I’m not fully reinstated yet. I don’t have the authority to do anything about that. Even if-”

“Even if what?” Wayne looks at the Chief. Anger filled his voice. “Even if he’s innocent. I know he’s innocent. My boy, my boy could barely hurt a fly, let alone a living, breathing person. He was kinder than people gave him credit for. This town gave him so much shit that he didn’t deserve. Still is. When I’m afraid he might never wake up the same again. So I’d like the cuffs off, so he knows that some part of this town sees him as something other than a villain.”

Finally looking Wayne in the eyes, the Chief takes a second to think. Nodding his head in thought. “You smoke?”

Wayne scoffs. “That really what you're thinking of right now?”

“Answer the question.” Something about the Chief makes Wayne believe there’s more to his words.

“I do.”

“Great,” he stands, waiting for Wayne at the door. “Come on, let’s go.”

Wayne gets up, mainly because he doesn’t really have a choice but also because he wants to see where this is going. They pass Harrington in the hall, talking to someone on the phone.

“Yeah, I’m free tomorrow. Can’t wait to sleep in my own bed. No don’t do that. Cause I don’t think it’s time to throw a party yet, not while.” He makes brief eye contact with Wayne as they walk by. Before turning away. “Just won’t feel right without all of us.”

Wayne has no clue who he’s talking about, but it’s probably not Eddie. Hopes it isn’t. He still doesn’t know how he feels about this kid, even if he knows Eddie’s innocent. Doesn’t forgive him from his past, if rumors are true. And knowing who his dad is, Wayne wouldn’t be surprised if they all were true.

The Chief leads him to the side of the hospital, where there’s no foot traffic. No one around to hear. Wayne suddenly understands what this might all be about. Something not for wandering ears.

“What I say does not leave this conversation,” he starts, handing Wayne a cigarette. Lighting his own before passing the lighter to Wayne. “Got it?”

Wayne nods.

“I know Eddie’s innocent. But there’s some weird shit that was happening around then that I cannot tell you about it. All you need to know is that the Feds are involved, and they’re looking for a fall guy. And I’m trying my hardest to make sure that the fall guy isn’t your nephew. So while it might not seem like it, some progress is being made. Your nephew will be a free man when he wakes up. I give you my word on that.”

“I don’t even know how to start processing what you just said.” Wayne takes a long drag from the cigarette, letting the smoke blow out into the alleyway.

The Chief laughs. “That was all of us the first time this happened. I’d say it gets easier but it really doesn’t.”

“The first time?”

“There’s a lot more to this town than meets the eye.”

“How do I know your word is any good?”

The Chief considers this for a moment. “You don’t really. But who else do you know who can fix this?”

With that, the Chief nods goodbye and heads to the parking lot. Leaving Wayne with more questions than answers, and a little flame of hope he’s wishing won’t get put out.

part 3

I don't know how many parts this will be but I do know they will be posted sporadically whenever I have time to write them. So, no promises of consistency.

also, tag list. I tagged anyone who asked/seemed interested in a part two. please let me know if you would like to be added or removed: @the-they-who-nerded, @insteviewetrust, @croatoan-like-its-hot, @jettestar, @tinyplanet95, @steddie-as-they-go, @slv-333, @littlecelestialmoth, @thatonebadideapanda, @fandomsanddeath, @marismorar

#stranger things #wayne munson #eddie munson #steve harrington #jim hopper #pre steddie #post season 4 #hospital #chills right to the marrow fic

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luveline · 4 months

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for a heavy request, maybe the marauders after you've been in a car accident, no heavy injuries if you don't want to, but just them worrying? ily <3

love u <;3

“I always thought it would be me,” James says when he sees you, his backpack falling down his shoulder as he rushes to your side. His eyes go glassy when he sees the cut on your cheek. “Oh, no way. Look at your poor cheek. Look at your arm!” He frowns, a deep wrinkle crinkling the skin between his eyebrows. “Sweetheart.”

You shudder as he takes your face into his hands. “You’re really cold,” you mumble.

“Are you in pain?”

“Yeah, Jamie.” You smile as best as you can. He looks so worried. “They pulled a lot of glass out of my arm.”

He eyes the length of your arm wrapped in white bandages. “Yeah? How many stitches?”

“Twenty two.”

“Okay. Twenty two presents, then.”

James helps you settle into your hospital bed. The crash wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but it was still too much to walk off. He fluffs your pillow and helps you lay back, pulls a blanket over your legs, and then tracks down a nurse for another when your shivering doesn’t calm. His hair tickles your arms and your face as he tucks you in, kisses your cheek, the smell of his cologne a nice familiarity to cut the clinical sting of disinfectant.

He looks like he might cry when he’s staring at you, but he doesn’t crack. “That’s better,” he says, taking your hand as he sits in the vinyl wrapped chair beside you. “They’ll be here with your things any minute now, and we can get you out of your flirty dress.”

“It’s a hospital gown,” you mumble through a smile. You’d laugh if you had the energy.

“Yeah, babe. You’re practically naked.”

“Am not.”

He kisses your knuckles. “Agree to disagree.”

Remus and Sirius arrive trying to push through the door at the same time. Sirius wins, willing to roughhouse where Remus isn’t, propelling himself toward your bed in a rush. “What the fuck happened?” he asks.

“They went through a red light,” you say, relieved to see them both. Sirius shocks you when he goes in for a hug, quick but careful, his hair smushed into your forehead as he covers the back of your head protectively. “I didn’t see them coming. I was just sitting there and they hit me.”

They drove their car thirty miles per hour into the passenger side, which then pushed you into oncoming traffic. Sudden and then done. You closed your eyes to brave and opened them to find yourself covered in glass and blood with a bruise like a lash down your chest. Explaining it, remembering it again so soon, your eyes fill with tears that you choke around as Remus grabs your leg.

“You’re okay,” James says, giving your hand a good squeeze.

“Yeah, you’re okay,” Sirius says, quieter, his lips cold on your face.

Sirius lets you go after a quick appraisal of your face and lets Remus crowd you. He hugs you for far longer than the other two, not because he likes you more or anything, but because he’s very, very tactile, and because you need it. He sits on the side of the bed and uses his height over you to wrap you up, avoiding your arm but otherwise smothering you in a soft affection. “It’s okay,” he repeats the sentiment of the others, kneading the top of your arm.

Remus looks pale in the bright white fluorescents, but he doesn’t falter nor shake. He has a remarkable talent for turning everything off when he needs to. You shudder like a kid through tears, your arm a constant pang of pain. The whiplash is suffocating. Each breath you takes doesn’t feel like enough.

Remus counts you through big breaths. “Just do it with me, hm? Nice slow breaths. You got it.”

“I’ll get you some water,” James says.

Sirius opens the bag they’d first ignored to unveil a shoving of things, including a water bottle and a three pack of juice cartons. “We brought choices.”

He pierces the carton with a straw for you and hands it over. You sip at it feebly through panicked pants, the straw pushed between your teeth. Remus runs your arm with his thumb encouragingly. “Sorry,” you say.

Three voices chime in at one. “Don’t be sorry!” Remus says, as James and Sirius both say, “No.”

“It was really scary,” you confess, tears slinking off of your lashes as you blink.

“I bet it was,” Remus says, “but you’re okay. We’re gonna get you fixed up and back home so quickly, dove, you don’t need to worry.”

“I’m not worried,” —James winces visibly at your shaky voice and reaches over to rub your thighs— “I just didn’t know what was happening.”

“It must’ve been so scary,” James sympathises.

You look for Sirius through their embraces. He’s frowning, nearly glaring, his gaze on your bandaged arm. “We’ll sort everything out,” he promises, raising his head. “Promise.”

You nod quickly and then slower. “Yeah, I know.”

You’re bathed in hugs for a while. The nurse comes back to see how you are and giggles at your company. “Such handsome boys,” she says, “who’s the lucky one?”

To which they all say, “Me.” She declares them the funniest bunch of boys she’s ever met.

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becca-e-barnes · 11 months

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I need more of needy Bucky who loses control from the feeling of being inside your pussy. I need him to fuck me like a rag doll and to carry me over his shoulder around the house like his personal flesh light.

Fuck, this has always been one of my very favourites to write. I really like to imagine that he struggles to last but he can keep going after he finishes 🙈 it's my lil filthy fantasy

But imagine spending the morning in bed with him. You both wake up around 6am and you spend the first little while just touching and chatting before a couple of hours of sex. Now it's maybe around 11am and after lying there together for a while, you're both in the mood for something to eat.

You pull a robe around you and that's just about as much as you manage before Bucky's scooped you up, carrying you to the kitchen.

"You don't need to carry me everywhere!" You tease, remembering that he'd carried you up the stairs to bed last night too.

"I know. But. Carrying you means. I. Can put you. Exactly. Where. I want you." He peppers kisses over your face and neck, tenderly capturing your bottom lip between his before he sets you up on the kitchen countertop.

There's no point arguing with him so you sit there quite happily. He makes up a quick pancake mix, washes some berries from the fridge, preps the coffee machine and sets the little dining table for the two of you.

Somewhere in between, you got a little distracted, perched on the counter scrolling on your phone. You hadn't noticed the way he's looking at you.

He's so caught up in the little things; the way the light hits your shoulder, the curve of your hips, the way the silhouette of your nipples are visible against the satin robe.

"Look at you, sitting there all sweet like your cunt isn't so fucking full of me."

That's got your attention.

You squirm a little, your body fluttering at how shamelessly vulgar he's being but nothing's stopping you from doing the same.

You spread your legs, exposing the slick mess coating your inner thighs. It's a mixture of your own arousal and Bucky's cum, dripping out of your sensitive cunt.

Your fingertips trail lazily over your exposed sex, your skin glistening in the natural light before you bring your fingers to your own lips, sucking them clean, giving him a little bit of a show.

"Tastes amazing, sweetheart." You groan, noticing the growing bulge in his thin pyjama bottoms. "But I lost track of how many times you came inside me this morning. You came so deep, most of your cum won't have dripped out yet. Bet I'm still totally stuffed full."

He sinks to his knees in no time, settling his head between your thighs, breathing in the faint smell of your arousal. His tongue presses flat to your sex, trailing from your hole to your clit and back, gathering as much of your combined release as possible.

He groans, low and pathetic, allowing his tongue to dip inside you as deep as he can bury it. He savours every drop of cum he earns back from your body.

When his tongue alone isn't enough, he slips a finger into you, followed quickly by a second, curling them against your sensitive inner wall.

"Bucky baby, please don't make me cum again." You groan, your fingers tangled in his dark hair but you know he's not giving you that choice. Not when his free hand is furiously stroking his own cock, desperate to ensure that when he's finished licking his cum out of you, he can flood your cunt with another load.

#asks answered <3 #becca writes spice #anon #needy!bucky #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes smut #I've gotten so into Scandal again recently #I'm so so so into Mellie #holy shit that woman is stunning #I'd be so tempted to write some shamelessly filthy Mellie x reader #I like Fitz too but just imagine THE COMPETITION #right no I actually HATE picking a colour for a pedi #I get a gel pedi every few weeks and I really need colour suggestions #Last time I got a sparkly red #the time before I got white with a pearly kind of shimmer on top #I've liked both but I'm so bad at picking a colour #I know neons are usually safe in summer but I don't think I'd like neons on me #open to any other suggestions tbh

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izvmimi · 5 months

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cw: this is so goofy. selfship-coded. izuku has a subtle breeding kink (i wrote this what's new). pregnancy mention. condom use. suggestive, minors dni.

you sit warily on the toilet seat, your fiancé right outside the door, and your foot tap tap taps as you wait for the little piece of plastic in your hand to decide your future.

ironically, you don't have the energy for trepidation anymore because you feel like by now you're at this literally every couple of days.

but baby it doesn't feel good?

but don't you want me to feel all of me?

i promise i'll pull out better this time.

just the tip is fine, right?

izuku's outside the bathroom door, giving you privacy as though he wasn't nose deep between your legs just last night, slobbering all over you like a starving puppy presented with a wet meal. for a moment it occurs to you that if you really are pregnant, even if you can clearly handle it financially and emotionally, you'll shove that stick so far up his ass that-

your timer goes off and it's negative.

you sigh.

izuku bursts in at the sound of your voice, immediately uttering a supportive "is everything okay baby?" the shine to his emerald eyes makes you wonder if he actually, deep down, does want you pregnant.

"perfect. no baby."

he grins and kisses your forehead as you adjust your panties up and stand to wash your hands. squishing your cheeks as he has trouble getting his hands off of you, he promises that he'll actually invest in some condoms.

you don't believe him, but you consider making that appointment to your ob-gyn to get an intrauterine device you've been thinking about sooner rather than later.

---

another night comes and he's looked at you like that and he continues to be built like that and you have no choice but to let him do whatever he wants with you, even if it is to drag you not really kicking and not really screaming from your work, going from holding you around your midsection to lifting you up effortlessly so that your crotch is pressed against his face. he sniffs you like an entire dog and you're both terribly embarrassed and terribly aroused by his sheer want for you. izuku is already pressing kisses to your mound through your yoga pants as he carries you to the bed.

"izuku, i still have shit to do!" you argue, but you're holding on tight to his head to keep your balance, as if he would ever let you fall.

"you've worked hard enough," he says, muffled by your legs around his face. "i'm asking politely. may i please have some pussy?"

the fact that he's asking this, just as you land on the bed with a practical bounce is almost offensive. you sit up.

"are you even asking?"

he leans in, grinning as he gets on all fours to descend upon you.

"i mean yeah, of course," he replies, knowing full well that you won't say no as he pulls off his shirt. you shake your head, but your shirt goes over your head as well. he catches your lips in a kiss first, and you sink into the bed under his weight as he practically smothers you in kisses. wet, sloppy, silly, you laugh against each other, groping each other with your hands, and then it occurs to you both at the same time.

condoms.

you pull away, his teeth still grazing at your lower lip.

"izuku, do you have any?"

he blinks for a moment, sitting back on his heels. then his eyes widen.

"yes!"

izuku sounds a little too excited just for condoms, and your eyes narrow, but he practically leaps off the bed and is burrowing through his workbag for something, and you squint, expecting a box.

what he comes up with dries you up so fast you'll need iv fluids.

his grin is wide as he presents to you, proudly, a string of pristine looking condoms, all printed with all might's million watt smile right on the packaging.

"see, i didn't forget!"

a moment of silence passes as you beg the heavens above that your adonis of a partner is not fucking serious about fucking you sideways with his mentor's brand of contraceptive rubbers.

"izuku."

"what?"

"..."

you walk out of the room, immediately, so irate you can't speak.

"WHAT?!" he asks, following you out immediately. "come on!"

there's no way you are coming or cumming anywhere in the next hour. not like this.

you find your seat back at your desk and crack open your hardback textbook as hard as you can, doing your best to ignore the whine his voice has taken. he can actually die of blue balls for all you care.

"come on, it's not that bad!"

you snap your head at him and give him a look, and he immediately recants.

"okay, i'll go out right now and get normal condoms, i promise."

you lick the tip of your index finger and turn the page of your book.

"please, my dick is literally so hard right now, don't you care if i die?"

"perish. let me see," you reply, without turning your head.

"wow!" you can't' help but stifle a laugh at his disbelief. you hear him shift upwards and turn, not even realizing he had been kneeling.

as he stands, you do get a look at his... impressive member. maybe he could die like this, the way that thing is rock hard and waiting desperately for you.

you blink, look at your book, then look back at him. he's looking at you with the puppy dog eyes, and he still looks the way he does and he's still built the way he is, and...

...

moments later, you're folded into a jackknife because your pro hero fiancé somehow always gets his way, but at least, mercifully, his mentor's condom isn't wrapped all over what's pumping in and out of you.

right before your eyes roll back in your head, you can still see all might's smile, and maybe you should have just stuck with the damn pregnancy tests after all.

#izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku smut #cw pregnancy #cw breeding #mimi's notes #mimidoriya #daydreams: bnha

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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year

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I NEED YOU EXCITED, I DON'T WANNA FIGHT IT | Y. OKKOTSU

✵ tags ; established relationship, friends to lovers, afab +fem!reader, forward!reader, back and forth power dynamics, dry-humping, hickies / marking, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, riding. fingering, dirty talk, 18+

✵ wc ; 7.3k (good lord)

✵ a/n ; written with my beloved @princess-okkotsu in mind!! i hope i did your boy justice </3 and thank u for everything literally wouldn't have passed chem w/o you

so not used to have such little warnings on a fic. lol. title is from fire and desire by drake.

✵ synopsis ; yuta wants to do right by you which is why he's so determined to take your relationship slowly. well, he tries too, anyway.

Yuta Okkotsu is a believer of doing things the right way.

He repeats this to himself like a mantra as he hangs out alone in your bedroom. He closes his eyes, elbows resting on the little table, face buried in his palms. Maybe it’s closer to a form of manifestation - like if he says it with enough hooplah it will mean something more than a jumble of words and syllables.

He must clarify that he is trying to do the right thing right now. He is trying so very hard to do the right thing because Yuta Okkotsu wants to remain righteous where possible.

It’s part of his job as a sorcerer, now well into his 20’s and more conscious of the world around him. He’s strong enough to put his money where his mouth is and experienced enough to know that trying to maintain some ethical code is part of staying alive in this business.

And it’s not that Yuta considers himself particularly upright. His friends and colleagues often tell him that he’s a bit unhinged and hard to get a read on. His morals might not always align with greater society, but he never does something that goes against his own beliefs. A lot of which can be summarized quite easily ; anything to defend his comrades.

It really is so important for Yuta to try and be civil in these aspects. Lest he fall into something truly dark. Even he knows what he’s capable of, at least a little.

That’s why he’s left with no choice than burying all of his thoughts of you and using every ounce of energy he has to suppress it as deep as it can go

You know, with all the love that’s influenced his life and all of the years he’s spent learning to be less timid - none of it seems to matter when it comes down to you and him. The logistics of a relationship and the idea of one are two very different things. When it comes to your relationship, he’s been keen in adhering to his strict timeline of milestones. First date, first hand-holding, first deep kiss. It’s a matter of honoring you - because before being boyfriend and girlfriend, you were Yuta’s comrade and companion. Before your relationship status, you're his cherished and valued person.

So because he’s chivalrous. Because he’s romantic. Because he cares about you.

And also because the sheer magnitude of his desires for you perpetually leaves him in a state of distress and disarray. It’s all of the above, all at the same time. And sometimes it leaves him a little overwhelmed.

He barely manages in his daily life but this? This is torturous.

Being in your bedroom unprompted is destroying every ounce of self-restraint he’s built through these last three months. He’s made it through your relentless bullying without giving into his Earthly desires.

It’s just too ideal in a way, being in here. Everything feels like you. There’s pictures of your friends and family around the room. Everything has your scent. Your clothes are littered on the floor and hung over the back of your desk-chair. It’s so you and Yuta loves you and he’s not going to survive being in here despite it all.

It’s embarrassing. Yuta is not the timid teenager he once was. But for all the ways he’s good at standing his ground, his demeanor is all but worthless when it comes down to you.

You’re a few years his senior and you’ve always been a slippery character. He’s enriched by your curiosity of the world. You’re a researcher and archivist of cursed information, coming out of the Kyoto branch. You have plenty of accolades and always manage to teach him something new and come out of difficult things on top.

Mostly, Yuta recognizes all of the good in your heart. He really thinks very highly of you.

There was an obvious passion for your work that Yuta was endeared by in the initial stages of your relationship. Plus you were easy to talk to. You’ve been a good friend to Yuta for years now, ever since you called on him to do some research on him and Rika. And, as the years passed you became closer until one night it hit him that his feelings of admiration were a little closer to something like love.

And with big, wet tears in his eyes (and a fair bit of liquor in his system) he blubbered about his feelings for you. He isn’t sure what reaction he was expecting at the time. You were happy which was great, but there was also something so lax about it all. Yuta remembers it so vividly. The way you waltzed up to him, tucked some hair behind his ears and kissed him gingerly with all the confidence in the world. Like it mattered but it didn’t. Like nothing could be more obvious than your feelings for each other.

“I’m pretty crazy about you too, Okkotsu-san.”

After asking if that meant you were dating like the bumbling, lovesick fool he is - you officially began going out as a couple. And at first, it was smooth sailing. It wasn’t too different from your usual hangouts.

Eventually though, you had pointed out that it doesn’t really feel like you were dating. Suggested that maybe sleeping together would help break the ice a little. That was what started this moral dilemma.

Being honest, it wasn’t like Yuta hadn’t considered it. What thoughts he cooked up while alone in the sanctity of his bedroom is between him and the heavens only. It was just the way you suggested it. You saying it made it all feel so real. And Yuta wasn’t sure how to deal with that. He wants to cherish you so much that he felt like he couldn’t consider your offer too lightly.

And he told you as much, hand in yours and red-faced to which you only blew some hair out of his eyes and laughed. A simple okay, a nod, and a kiss.

Of course, if everything had been smooth sailing this would be a different thing altogether. While Yuta had declined sleeping with you too soon, you had absolutely no plans to make his life easy. He’s not sure how much of it is on purpose. Knowing you, probably a lot. You’re a smart girl, after all.

So all of your bending over and tongue kissing before going home and selfies that just border on boudoir are probably very purposeful. But he’s endured it all. He should cherish you more. He’s been determined to not give in.

The fact he’s all but ready to blow his load over just being in your room makes him feel pathetic. And maybe he is, a little. But only for you.

Yuta likes to think of himself as a collected individual. Really. He knows being this worked up over something as innocuous as his girlfriends room is ridiculous. He knows he’s being ridiculous.

But he really, really wants to uphold his beliefs here. So he’s stiff, sitting with his hands clasped and holding it together just barely.

He practically jumps out of his skin when you return to your room with a tray of refreshments.

“Woah, Yuta. You okay?”

He turns around to look at you. A mistake, apparently. His eyes land on the sight of your bare legs before he forces himself to meet your eyes. You’re so pretty to him. Always so beautiful without any effort.

“Huh? Yeah. Sorry, just got lost in thought.”

You put the tray down on the table in front of him before sitting on the edge of your bed - facing him. The distance between you is minimal. You reach out to pet the top of his head with the palm of your hand, scratching his jaw tenderly. Yuta feels loved by the touch.

“You sure? Looks like you saw a ghost.”

Your genuine worry makes his spine feel like it’ll melt. He puts his hands over yours, rubbing his cheek against your palm.

“Promise I’m okay. Just—it's nothing serious.”

“Mm. Even if it’s nothing serious, I wanna know what stuff you’re worried about, ‘kay? So tell me if you want.”

He feels unsteady but so happy.

“Thank you, my love.”

“Yeah, of course. You wanna keep sitting on the floor or…?”

The minute you ask him, he feels the hair stand up on his neck.

“The bed…?”

You give him a look of confusion before you break out into a knowing grin.

“Oh, I forgot. I mean to remain chaste, my liege. Just wanna cuddle a bit.”

“Are you making fun of me?” He asks, not masking the pout in his voice.

You tilt your head to one side, leaning back on your palms.

“A little,” You say mischievously, shrugging “I’m used to your lifestyle of celibacy.”

He frowns at you. “It’s not like that, I just want to—“

“I just want to cherish you because I love you and want you for more than sex yadda yadda yadda. I know. And I respect your wishes even if I think it’s silly.” You say, taking the words right out of his mouth. His frown deepens.

“It’s not silly to me.” He says, almost petulantly. At this, you grab his face in your hands which catches him off-guard. You knock your forehead against his, bent over to do it.

“I know that too, you dummy. The point is that I’m not trying to get in your pants right now.”

He can’t help but smile, pulling away to kiss at your wrist. You giggle.

“Well, what do you want?”

“To be wrapped up in each other like otters.”

“So romantic.”

“Right? So get up here.”

He gives in sooner rather than later. You scoot till your back is along the wall next to your bed and Yuta wastes no more time in joining you. Your bed is crazy comfortable. Just laying it in makes him want to fall asleep almost immediately. He gets cozy before directing his gaze to you in front of him. He feels like he’s gonna throw up and the only thing that’ll come out is his heart. You give him a look of amusement.

“Enjoying the view?” You tease. He laughs, leaning forward to tuck his face into your neck.

“Yeah. Smells like you,”

“So cute.”

“Don’t know how to feel about being called cute.” He says honestly. He peers up at you and you’re giggling and he can feel his heart rate sky-rocket. You twirl a piece of his hair around your index finger.

“You’re cute and cool and handsome. Better?”

“Yeah. Yes.”

“Mm,” You respond. He looks at you as your expression drifts off somewhere. He can’t take his eyes away from your face “Sorry you had to stay over.”

“It’s fine. It’d be a shame if you didn’t get anything to look over while we were there. If you make any breakthroughs, it’d be good for Gojo-sensei.”

“You still call him that even though you graduated so many years ago?”

He flushes slightly.

“Force of habit. My point stands.”

“Mhm. Thanks for being so supportive. I didn’t think it was that late, y’know? I would’ve tried to hurry if I knew,” You say thoughtfully “But I like having you over.”

He gives you a once over as he pulls away, eyes flitting to your lips. You give him a small grin.

“Kiss me.”

He looks at you apologetically.

“That’s not fair. We can’t kiss? Making out doesn’t count as intimate relations, Yuta.”

“Okay, but it can lead to them.”

“If it’s that serious, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Wait, no.”

“Then kiss me.”

He sighs.

“Just kissing, okay?”

“Okay, you monk.”

He laughs at the comment before pressing his lips to yours tenderly. You have no such intent of leaving it that way - your hand on immediately on the nape of his neck. The softness of your tongue makes Yuta feel like there’s fizz in his head - like the water inside of him is seltzer. He thought you would at least try to give him some mercy.

He probably shouldn’t expect that from his favorite girl. He pulls away, out of breath. A little line of saliva breaks off between you. Your grin is eye-catching, like glass in the sun. Yuta wouldn’t mind burning in the magnitude of your light.

“Just kissing,” He emphasizes, trying to be firm. You hum, hand on his cheek. You rub your thumb on his lip tenderly, looking at him square in the eyes. He’s stronger than this, he swears.

“We are just kissing though?”

“Baby.” He frowns. A laugh bubbles up from your stomach and he’s so entranced by it he nearly forgets what he’s trying to convince you of.

“Since when is making out too naughty? Teenagers do stuff like that, Yuta. We’re grown-ups.”

“That’s the whole problem.” He says back in faux exasperation. You look like you’re going to kiss him again, but you lean into his ear instead. Your breath is warm and ticklish against his skin.

“Yuta,” You murmur with such clear intent he feels himself break down under the weight “Can’t we have sex, hm?”

Blood rushes down to his dick so fast he’s embarrassed. He stares at you as you pull away, a look in your eyes that makes him want to collapse. Of course he does. He wants to have so much sex with you so often it’s starting to drive him up a wall. Is there anyone in the world other than him masochistic enough to turn down the offer? He’s doubtful to say the least.

“I want to,” He admits. You beam and nod. Your hand slides down to squeeze his waist. He swallows thickly.

“Yeah? Then why can’t we?”

“I just..don’t want to rush things,” He replies with as much conviction as he possibly can. The sincerity must reach you because you soften a little “We’ve known each other for a long time. And it was already hard to get here. I just want to make sure it’s right.”

“You’re so thoughtful,” You murmur to him, running over his hip bone with your thumb “And that makes you really sexy, you know?”

“What if it gets all messed up?”

“Our relationship is stronger than that, yeah. It can withstand a handjob.”

He groans at your vulgarity before laughing.

“I’m being serious!”

“I know and that’s so sweet of you. But I really, really don’t think it’ll be that bad if we have sex. We might fuck like rabbits for a few days but that’s not really the end of the world.”

He feels heat creep up his next as you nuzzle your nose against his, whispering softly.

“And doesn’t that sound nice? Cooped up in this little room, fucking each others brains out. Just you and me.”

He feels his dick steel against his will. He looks at you seriously, a fire in his expression.

“You’re being unfair.”

“Who, me? Never. I’m just telling you what I think.”

He groans in complaint. Is this the right thing to do? He doesn’t think so. But it’s not like he doesn’t want to. He really, really wants to have sex and there’s never been such a perfect opportunity. You’re a little too good at turning him on and he’s a little too pent up to think about it more clearly. It feels like the only thing he can think about, a side-effect of this whole conundrum. There is a right way to go about this and he can’t say for certain yours isn’t the one.

Plus the vivid picture you’ve painted of the two of you fucking in a room for hours is making his whole body burn up with lust. Fuck, the things he could do to you in all that time without it ever being enough.

Yuta didn’t know he was aching for you so badly until he was this close to having you.

“Baby,” He can feel how deep his voice is getting. It’s taking all of his strength to keep it in.

“How do you want me? Tell me. You’ve been thinking about me right?”

“Always,” He confesses, staring at you without any restraint “Always thinking of you.”

“Doing what?”

Oh. This is…

Oh.

“I’ve never seen you naked.”

“Then you daydream about seeing me naked? How tame.”

“It’s more than that, it’s—I want to make you feel good. You’re so good to me. And I wanna…”

You stare at him. You’re so cheeky.

“You wanna?”

“Want you to feel good. But because of me. All because of me.”

A wave of heat passes through him. He looks at you and you look...different. You look turned on, fingers carding through his hair. Right now all Yuta can think about is how much he wants. A word with so much weight behind it he can hardly keep up. God doesn’t Yuta want you more than he’s ever wanted anything.

The room feels like it’s hotter than it was a few seconds last. A thick tension spreads over everything like jam. Yuta is too dazed to do anything. He can only watch as you sit up. You guide him to lay on his back and climb on top of him with ease. Your thighs feel warm and soft as you straddled him, taking his hands to put them on your waist.

He slides them up underneath your shirt lightly, enough to feel the warmth of your skin on his calloused fingers. Your eyes lock as you lean forward the slightest bit, caging Yuta in with your hand next to his head.

“So possessive,” You tease, seeing right through him like you usually do. He really is. He thought he was a little better at hiding it “Already all yours, Yuta.”

That makes his dick twitch. You must feel it because you laugh at him about it and his hands grip even tighter. He’s gonna lose his mind, being swept up by you so easily. He’s gotten so used to forfeiting restraint. Always goes in head first because that’s how cowards have to learn to fight. But he’s forgotten how to hold back. How to suppress.

Right now, he feels like an animal. He feels like a restless hound dog, straining against the spiked collar he’s tried to keep himself in place. What does that make you, he wonders?

In an attempt at transparency, he looks at you and says “I want you so much.”

And your reply is about all the permission he needs.

“Then take me,”

Yuta heeds your words and takes. It’s easy to flip you both over from where you are. He mumbles an apology as you yelp in surprise - and he hopes you’ll forgive him for his impatience. He’s been picturing this for months now. He knows what he wants, and that’s you on your back with him on top of you - making you feel so fucking good you can’t stand it. He slots his legs between yours, hovering over you as your bodies press into each other.

You wrap your arms around Yutas neck with ease and he leans in to kiss you passionately. Despite where you are, it’s clear you're helping set the pace. Yuta is eager to follow. It starts off slow enough but when you pull away once, you're opening your mouth enough to let him in deeper. You stick your tongue out and Yuta follows suit. Everything is so hot he feels like it’ll burn, and you taste like mint toothpaste. He likes swapping spit with you like this, the messy way the drool runs down his chin and yours like you can’t get enough for each other.

He has no idea how long you stay like that. Just kissing is a dangerous game. The nip of your mouth and the press of your incisors in his lower lip leave him shuddering. His hard cock is pressed against your abdomen, and he can’t help himself but hump into the soft plush of your tummy. Even through the stiff material of his jeans he can feel you.

He quivers and whimpers into your mouth but you swallow the noise with delight. Your fingers find themself at the nape of his hand reaching up, tugging at the root. You pull away to give him a chance to breathe. He sounds pathetic, he knows it, but fuck he can’t hold it in anymore. Your voice is cool and collected yet rich and heady. It feels like a salve to his raw nerves, calming to him. He closes his eyes and humps into you and everything feels like it’ll disappear. Yuta just wants to give into his base needs. He wants to be all yours as much as he wants you to be all his and everything is so tangled up in his mind.

“That feel good, Yuta?”

“Y-yeah. Yes. Oh, yes.”

You giggle at him a little and Yuta looks up at you. Look at the swell of your lips and the flush and sheen on your skin. Too much, too much, too much.

But not enough at the same time, he rubs his cock against you again, harder.

“So pent up,” You comment smoothly and Yuta groans in agreement “Why don’t I help you a little?”

Unsure of what you mean, he stares at you hazily. You push him off, making him stand to his knees and he watches you as your hands come to the ends of your shirt. You pull it off over your head and toss it somewhere. You have nothing on underneath. His mouth dries out almost completely. Bare skin of your shoulders and the curve of your neck and your chest so open. Your nipples are hard against the cool air, standing to attention.

Your b0dy is so much sexier than he could’ve conjured up in his head. The real thing doesn’t even compare, and the way you move as you take off the rest is so fucking mesmerizing. Yuta watches you take off your pants next - you put your legs up to slide them off.

There’s not a single part of you that Yuta doesn’t want to claim for himself. He traces the outline of your legs, the bend of your knee and the arch of your foot. He should worship you, after all - he was right for trying to restrain it before. If he had this in the beginning, he’s afraid of what kind of person he might become. He’s scared of it even now.

Yuta is of course the type of man to get sick on his own devotion. He’s always been like that. That’s what the rings on his hands always mean. He wants to make himself sick on you.

Nothing could be more intense than just watching you undress, he doesn't think. You toss your shorts somewhere, but leave your panties on. Yuta still has his clothes on. The only barrier between you now is a thin layer of cotton. There’s a damp spot on it. He can’t stop his hand from reaching out, pressing into it with his thumb as gently as he can. You gasp. His eyes go wide.

“It’s okay,” You assure, a smile on your face “Just wasn’t expecting it.”

He hums, dumbstruck, and smooths his thumb over the seam. There’s something salacious about the boundary itself. The material that’s keeping him from just taking you.

“C-can you leave them on..? For a bit?” He asks. You blink twice. Even if you’re confused, there’s not any judgment. Yuta really does love you.

“Uh-huh. If you want me too,”

You give him the floor this time, Yuta thinks. He takes his shirt off too. He doesn’t take his jeans off completely, though. Only unzips them, pushing them down past his boxers to give him some breathing room. And with that he’s back on top of you. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips but moves down towards your jaw. The little fluttery sigh that leaves you makes everything close in around him. Like it’s only you two in the entire world. He leaves them down your neck, down your collarbone and sternum. Warm open mouth kisses trying all over every inch of you.

His hands shake as he reaches out for your chest. You chuckle and reach for him. Guide them to squeeze your tits firm, a cheeky look in your eye. He tries to take more confidence in it now. Gropes the fat between his fingers, palms over your nipples in appreciation. He’s entranced by it, pushing them together and teasing the hardened buds with the pads of his fingers.

“So pretty,” He mumbles, mostly to himself “You’re so pretty,”

“You’re pretty too, Yuta.”

He can feel a blush crawl up his skin. He ducks his head down to take your nipples into his mouth. You let out a soft moan of pleasure that encourages him to suck harder on one and use his fingers to tease you where his mouth can’t reach. Your sighs are shaky and you're gently losing your composure.

He wants to shatter you completely.

He grabs your thighs and encourages you to wrap your legs around his waist. And you do with his guidance, a well of desire about to burst within him. He adjusts until his cock is snug against your clothed cunt. A broken oh, leaves your lips and Yuta humps into you, shifting until he hits the sweet spot. Your voice sounds again, pitchy and melodic like a wind chime and that’s when Yuta knows he has it.

He has you right where he wants you now. Bodies pressed into each other and so involved, so together. Yuta can feel you everywhere. He’s always been in sync with you but every notch is turned to ten. The shallow rise and fall of your stomach, the slightest tenseness in your spine that melt away when he gives you a little attention. He has you in his grasp but he wants to hold onto you tighter. He feels like he’s been struck by lightning, the way his nerves are revved up.

He focuses on where your lower bodies meet, tongue poked between his lips and furrow in his brow. Drives his clothed, hard cock against your cunt, catching the crown into your clit until you’re shaking underneath him. There’s something so primal about it that Yuta can’t take it. He can’t think clearly anymore, lost in the feeling of dull pleasure. If it feels so good like this, being inside you might be too much. You’re both naked mostly except for where you both need each other. So close in proximity that Yuta can hear each of your short pants. Erratic and almost thoughtlessly driven by one single thing, pleasing you. Feeling each other, all wrapped up together. There’s something romantic about the mutual desperation.

Drawing out those moans as he sucks at your tits, making you feel how hard he is. How pent up and needy and fucking horny he is all for you.

Just humping your soft, sweet little cunt through your panties makes Yuta want to risk everything he’s got. The push and pull of too much and not enough at the same time. It’s so fucking euphoric. Your fabric keeps wetter and wetter, and Yuta doesn’t know if it’s you or him - his pre-cum dribbling through his boxers. Mixing together so that there’s less friction than there should be, material all soaked through and tacky.

He can feel your pussy pulse and tremble. Your spine goes stiff and Yuta pulls away to look at you. You’re beautiful. You’re on edge, in complete bliss and so fucking beautiful.

“Oh, oh, Yuta - shit, like that. G-gonna, gonna,”

He doesn’t know what overtakes him, but he babbles on pulling away.

“Cum for me, please—fuck, baby, p-please, need it,”

You cum the first time just like that. For Yuta, humping each other like two lovesick teenagers. All for him you get all broken. He can’t help but burn the image of you underneath in his head forever. He needs to see it all again.

“Oh, that felt so fucking good,” The praise feels like it’s being injected into his bloodstream“You make me feel sho good,”

The slight slur in your words and praise all together makes him too happy. He kisses you, sloppy and lovedrunk, tongues touching and teeth chattering.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” Yuta says with as much conviction as any one man could have. You laugh so loud it makes him smile. “I don’t wish well for anyone you dated before me.” And you laugh again even louder.

“You sound polite even when you’re threatening people.” You say with nothing but affection. Yuta wants more. He wants you. Even with this quiet lull, he’s thinking about how he can get you to cum again.

He nudges his nose to your cheek, kissing the corner of your mouth before he talks.

“I want you to do it again,” He states, slow and steady, trying to feel out your willingness “And then I want to fuck you,”

“Wanna fuck me after you make me a mess?” You say, much more bluntly than he has. You’re not wrong “Are you a sadist after all, Yuta?”

“You look good when you’re messy. ‘s not my fault.” He replies, a little bite to his words. This delights you to the point he's proud. He does his best not to look uncool and this one time he’s succeeded.

“Make a mess of me, Yuta,” You encourage, probably because you know he needs it. And he does “I want it.”

“Yeah,” Comes his reply, as he pulls himself off of you “Me too,”

The pace slows down now. The room smells of sex and Yuta can still feel the blood rushing in his ears but nothing so frantic. He lays you back, your legs undoing from behind him and resting. Yuta kisses your sternum first, a wave of emotion running through him. He puts his hands on your sides, sliding them down to meet your hips and squeezing tight.

He kisses his down your body like it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. He can feel you curl in above him - not completely. But you seem a little astonished, and he'd be lying if he said it didn’t make him feel like he accomplished something. He works his way lower slowly, rubbing small circles into your skin as often as he can. Caressing you and committing your body to memory. He wants you to feel him as much as he’s feeling you, to feel his touch. The tension in the air is strengthened by his silence.

If he were saying anything it’d be something like this. Like can you feel it? how much i love you? or i want all of you. Things he can’t often muster up the strength to say. He’s good with his words but not good enough to communicate all of it so bluntly. Yuta is brave in areas other than love. Sometimes your adoration makes all the words clog in his throat. This is better for him, the physicality brings him peace of mind.

He likes how you feel. Your skin is much softer when he compares it to his, feels so different and more plush and comfortable. Yuta likes taking you in his hands and kneading the skin gently enough to relax you. Lower and lower, a trail of wet marks until he’s close to your clothed cunt. He stares at the sticky material, kissing it feather light before redirecting his attention to your thighs.

He starts again, at the bend of your knee - and works his way inward. He’s rougher now, taking time to mark up your inner thigh with precision. Yuta can’t help himself, placing kisses in the last places his teeth bit you. He does it again and again, up along one thigh and then moving to the other until you’re covered in them.

You’re trembling with anticipation. A sense of contentment washes over Yuta as his breath fans over your cunt, so completely soaked the fabrics a different color. His tongue runs over the material, a shameless moan of pleasure leaving his mouth. You arch your back, hands reaching to take root in his hair. The sensation of tension on his scalp makes his cock twitch. It’s salty and a little bitter, the mix of his pre-cum and yours altogether. Yuta goes to do it again anyway. The mess of it gets him excited, unconsciously rubbing into the sheets underneath him.

“O-oh, Yuta.”

He shivers, hands planing over the tops of your thighs as he brings him down close to him.

“Yeah, yeah baby. Just me and you,”

A soft laugh leaves your mouth. Yuta can feel how worked up you are. You’re quiet and tense. Some part of him wants to leave you like that waiting, but the other part of him wants to give you everything you’ve ever asked for. He gives into the latter, because that’s what he wants more. Rolls the fabric off of your legs with a deep sigh, a pleased hum. He loves the way you smell, the scent of sex and arousal mixed with the fancy soaps you keep in your bathroom. Your pussy is as pretty as you are, a sheen of arousal all along your slit. Your clit peeks through, swelled from need. Yuta kisses it without thinking.

He starts slow. Lays his tongue flat against the seam of your cunt before dragging it up. The taste of you covers his mouth, tangy and slightly sweet - Yuta can’t get enough of you. He moans in appreciation, repeating the gesture as he pulls your pussy close. His nose bumps into your sex. He peers up at you with his lashes. You’re so pretty it makes him want to please. He repeats this over and over - licking at your clit with enthusiasm. Your clit is hard and needy, throbbing against the soft, smooth muscle of his tongue as he gains a sort of rhythm. He gauges your reaction when he tries something new, adding pressure until you’re squirming underneath him. When you start growing noisier, Yuta knows he’s hit the right pace.

And he stays like that, your pussy soaking his mouth and chin. He adjusts himself slightly, rubbing his fingers between your folds. You let out a soft oh above him, making him want to laugh. He keeps at it, his fingers sliding far enough to tease your entrance. Your hole is twitching without him having done much at all, his middle finger teasing and prodding.

“Don’t t-tease so much,” You pant.

Yuta nearly blows his load listening to you talk like that. He didn’t think you could be so cute. He listens though, pushing his middle finger into you with ease. It doesn’t take too much effort. Your insides are so incredibly wet for him. Your walls are so soft and inviting, syrupy to the touch. Yuta loves feeling them. He gives you time to adjust to the new sensation, fucking in and out slow enough that the tension melts. He gets knuckle deep with his middle finger and when it doesn’t seem like you’re tense anymore - he goes and adds another.

He does both in tandem - and there’s a period where it’s all a bunch of sensation for you. Eventually it stops being just a feeling, turns into pleasure. He curls his fingers up against you hard, rubbing the soft and spongy area and he can feel you practically lurch forward. Your spine arches, mouth dropped open in a soft ‘o’. Another feeling of pride spreads through his chest, his whole body. He wants you to let go again just like this. While he fingers your weepy cunt and with your clit in his mouth - he wants to see how far he can push. How wet you can get before he ever gets inside.

Yuta isn’t one for competition or ego. He’s always been easy-going. But something about you being underneath him like this, moaning for him like this - makes him feel like he should put in a little more effort to prove himself. He wants to make you feel so good, wants to see your composure break down steadily. He wants you praise him for it, to fuck each other like animals in the thereafter of your second orgasm. He pushes towards that goal steadfastly, and soon enough your body catches up with him.

Yuta can practically feel your stomach tighten. You let out a noise, a string of mismatched syllables like a warning. Yuta only hums in encouragement, keeping his pace exactly the same. Feeling it is incredible. His fingers can feel the way your walls tighten up so hard and the tremors of the aftermath.

Your back curves in a C as you cum, hard for him and he can feel it. He can feel you cum. He can see you, see the pleasure crash into you like a tidal wave. A second. Yuta made you cum twice in a row and he’s already itching to do it a third.

You practically pry him off as you ride the wave of your high. You sigh deeply, and Yuta licks his fingers. He waits for your adoration, pleased to receive as you pull him up for a kiss.

“You’re so fucking good, Yuta,” You say and Yuta feels his resolve crumble. He needs to fuck you immediately “So, so good to me baby.”

He whimpers into your mouth. “I need you.”

You laugh breathlessly, your hand reaching between your bodies to squeeze his cock. Yuta shudders and you giggle to yourself.

“Yeah. Bet you’re feeling pent up, Yuta. How about I treat you this time? That okay?”

“Treat me?”

“By riding you,” You say, smiling at him. He gets chills from the offer “You want that?”

“Oh. Oh, fuck - please. Please?”

You smile at him.

“Lay on your back, sweet boy.”

Sweet boy. He swallows thickly but does as you say. Lays back and watches you climb over him a second time tonight - this time with a much more obvious intent. He can’t stop thinking about how gorgeous he finds you - no matter how many times he sees you, it’s not easy to get used to.

You sit up on his lap, naked and beautiful, your hangs tugging down his boxers just enough to free his cock. He hisses at the sensation of air, then moans because your hand squeezed around the shaft. Yuta watches, bewitched, by how you spit into the palm of your hands and let it drip down onto his cock. You stroke until he’s covered in it, saliva making a mess of him. When he’s all wet, you scoot forward just slightly. A hand ends up on his chest as you pull your hips up.

Guiding the tip to your hole, you sink down on Yuta finally. He can only recognize loosely that there’s no condoms to be seen but he doesn’t find it in himself to care. There’s a slight sensation of tension that quickly gives away to nothing but slick, white-hot pleasure. You feel amazing. It’s not like anything he’s ever felt in his entire life and each time you drop down another inch - he’s biting his cheek trying not to cum immediately. That’d be such a waste, even if you’ve promised to fuck like rabbits - Yuta wants to make this last long.

You lower yourself steadily until all of him is inside. Your expression is slightly pinched, and your whole body trembles before you finally seem comfortable. You lean forward, your hand next to Yuta’s head as you look at him.

“Cum when you feel like you need to, ‘kay?”

Yuta just swallows.

Before he gets a chance to adjust to the feeling, you pick your hips and slam them back down on his cock without breaking a sweat. Yuta nearly screams, his hands immediately shooting to your hips to try and slow you down. You give him a wry grin, He almost wants to plead for your mercy.

“Want me to go slower?”

“Please be nice.”

You giggle but heed his request. Repeating the motion but slower as promised, you rock yourself steadily onto Yuta’s cock. The pace is controlled and smooth, a rhythmic pass of your hips over and over. Your insides feel like they’ll melt him completely, make him liquid from the inside out. You’re picturesque riding him, tits bouncing and leaned forward enough that Yuta can see the concentration on your face. He watches you find your own pleasure in it too - somewhere half-way between grinding and bouncing that makes you look so good. He feels so incredible like this.

He moves his hands so they’re grabbing your ass and only moves with you slightly. Not enough to change the pace, but to meet you. The room is filled with the sound of skin hitting skin - a tacky smack as your bounces hard enough to hit Yutas thighs. Something about is so vulgar, but something about is so sensual. He can feel every nerve in his body standing on edge. Your hand moves gently between your bodies to tease your clit as you ride and Yuta can’t help but be impressed by your stamina. He feels so spoiled. Feels so mind-numbingly good he wants to go brain dead while you drain for everything he’s got.

Your expression is blissed out as you hit your stride, absolutely debauched. He can feel you again, another rush of arousal. He’s getting better at telling when you’re close. Your pussy is so sloppy all for him, because of him. So messy that it’s dripping down his cock onto his balls, all over the sheets underneath you. He can feel you clench in anticipation - the sudden spasming in the build up.

“Gonna cum again and I want you cum right after me, yeah baby? Can you do that?”

Yuta groans.

“Pleasepleaseplease.” Is all he can make out. You laugh, breathy. Your pace is still the same as you rub your clit. The third time you cum is less intense. It’s a shorter wave, a softer sort of orgasm that seems to ease you more than it does anything else. Even still, you clench around his cock hard - getting so much wetter than you were a minute ago.

It’s in the tremors that Yuta finally feels in touch with himself again. He loses himself completely. Finally giving into the sensation that’s been drowning him, He feels it in his entire lower body. Every atom of him finally catching up to the high of the release. It’s so intense when he opens his mouth nothing comes out. His eyes shoot open then go back closed. The coil in his stomach loosens more slowly at first than all at once, like a car crash. When Yuta finally cums he sees nothing but white stars in his vision. He can’t scream, can’t speak - so he holds onto you tight and finishes to the sound of your gentle coaxing. Your voice is shot hoarse as you coo to him.

“That’s it baby, cum for me. That’s it, there you go.” Echoes around in his head. Cum spurts out of him, thick and hot in your walls and he doesn’t even try to pull out as he goes completely limp underneath you.

When he opens his eyes back up again, you're both just as ragged as each other. Yuta can’t stop himself from laughing. He hugs you tight to his chest as you lay on top of him - naked bodies and tangled limbs.

“I love you,” Yuta says blearily. You laugh.

“I love you too, Yuta.”

After you and Yuta manage the energy to shower, you find yourselves back in bed. It’s late when you’re finally ready to sleep, being in the same positions you were before. Only this time with new sheets.

Yuta lets you into his arms, wrapping them around you as you nuzzle into his chest.

“So. Was it worth breaking your rules?”

Yuta can’t help but break out into laughter at your question. He nods his head, a flush on his expression.

“Yeah. Yeah it was.”

#yuta x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #yuta okkotsu smut #writing tag #i was NOT going to post this until i woke up later #but due to unforseen and horrendous circumstances i am alive #i wrote this for miss aleks i am literally so grateful for u kdsjknkjsd thank u sm #i hope it is okay!! its been a while since ive written him

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