#Perky's come a very long way to get to where they are now

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Funny how things sometimes need only a spark to spiral further than you ever thought it would

Did you know that song was written in 1892

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

← Smutlet masterlist

18+ Thigh Riding

He looked up at you, his head resting against the back of the couch. A teasing smirk flitted across his face as he watched you chasing your release. Bucky loved studying your features, staring intently. The way your mouth hung open, your brows practically knitted together from the effort you were putting in and your eyelids fluttering with your attempts to keep them open. Bucky loved that about you. You were always all in, including the short panting breaths that escaped from your swollen lips. Yes, he derived just as much pleasure seeing you come undone as you did experiencing it.

“You're so damn beautiful, Doll.”

You reveled in the way his large calloused hands felt on your hips, the way he held you, and subtly guided your movements as you pushed your uncovered core against his bare thigh. You loved how he bit down on his lip, struggling to contain his own arousal, so desperate to be inside of you.

“Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

Bucky moaned as his erection strained against his boxers. Oh, how he longed to press his palm against it, just to relieve some of the tension. No, today he was going to watch, watch you use his body to get yourself off. Then maybe, if you were feeling generous, you'd return the favor. He smiled. You were the most generous person he knew.

“Having fun there, Doll?”

You noticed how mesmerized he was by your peaked nipples, your blossomed breasts swaying up and down before his very eyes. A soft laugh slipped past your lips, his struggle of restraint amusing you as you watched his nostrils flare and his heavy breathing whistling through pursed lips.

“Mind if I have a taste?”

Ultimately, it's too much for Bucky, your beautiful bosom right there on display just for him. How could he not partake? How easy it was for him to lean forward and capture one of those perky beauties between his eager lips. His tongue rolled around your hard nipple with ease. You let him suck it as his hands caressed her twin. Cupping her, pinching her nipple between his vibranium fingers and kneading your flesh. Oh, how he loved the moans you saved, just for him.

“That's my girl, God, you feel so good in my mouth.”

Once you've given him a taste, he can't stop, yearning for more. You let him leave a trail of blazing kisses across your chest, teeth grazing your skin, open lips sucking bruises up towards your neck, marking you as his. You knew how much it turned him on, seeing his marks on your body, his possessiveness taking over. In turn, his covetousness drove you crazy, dialling up your desire to dangerous levels.

“You're mine, Doll. Got that? All mine.”

At this point, his hands are all over you, fingers and palm spread across your back, dragging over your silky skin. He skimmed over your waist only to find purchase on the curve of your ass where his fingertips dug in desperately, helping you along the path to nirvana. Encouraging you with lust dripping from his voice.

“Go on, Doll. You're doing so good. Just a little more."

By now, you're so lost in a haze that your movements are less than smooth, and you thank your lucky stars that Bucky has the sense to assist. Your juices are covering his thigh as you shamelessly drag your clit over his bulging quad. Over and over. You have his undivided focus now, he can tell how close you are to falling off the edge into the carnal abyss. He helped you out as pitiful moans left your lips and tired hips faltered slightly. He squeezed his quads, the muscle hardening under you, pushing against your sensitive little nub. Bucky whispered sweet words of praise and encouragement as you let go and cum on his thigh.

“That's right, Doll, you got this. How do you always look pretty, sweet girl? Keep going, just like that, darling. Only a little more, let it go. That's it, baby, well done.”

[illubean]

Miniskirt ♡

Characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto Type: NSFW, NoCurse!au, Fem!Reader, Bi!SatoSugu

wrote this cus @maddie-jayne put the idea out there 😏 mayhaps an alternate ver/part 2 where Geto is in the skirt next?

Warnings: NSFW reader discretion advised (threesome, crossdressing, sub!Gojo, switch!Geto & reader, handjobs, blowjobs, satosugu are kissboys, maybe butt stuff, Geto is a lil mean, they touch bananas, gojo gets called princess, just FILTH) also this ended up being very long so yeah

It was unusual for Geto to come home without being greeted by at least one of his partners. Usually one, if not both of you, would get home before him and await his return, greeting him sweetly the minute he steps through the door. But today, there was nothing. He could tell that both you and Gojo were home, judging by the fact your shoes were left on the rack and house slippers now missing.

Confused, the black haired man took his shoes off and set his things down before heading up to your shared bedroom. As he neared, he heard muted giggles coming from behind the partially closed door.

Geto opened the door fully to find Gojo sat on the edge of the bed, dressed in your clothes while you stood in front of him with a tube of lip gloss in your hand. Gojo was in one of your frilly pink tops with a white miniskirt to match, makeup having just gotten finished as you reached towards your makeup bag to restore it's contents and move it to the floor.

The white haired man was the first to notice the presence of your boyfriend, leaning against the doorframe with a sly smirk on his face.

"We'll it looks like you two had fun today."

You jumped, slightly startled by his sudden appearance and turned around to face Geto.

"Welcome home, Sugu! Isn't our 'toru so pretty?"

You placed your hands around his slim waist, guiding him to stand up and show Suguru the whole fit.

"I think he's beautiful, my love."

He approaches the both of you, giving each of you a quick kiss on the lips. Satoru had been uncharacteristically quiet throughout this entire ordeal, a light blush dusting his cheeks that Suguru wasn't able to notice until he got closer. Upon noticing this, he grabs the white haired man's face and directs him to look into his eyes.

"What's the matter sweetheart?"

"It's nothing. I'm okay-"

A sinister giggle sounded at his response, as both men turned to look at you; Geto confused and Gojo flustered. You grip the bottom of Gojo's (or really your) skirt and flipped it up to show Suguru what was underneath.

Satoru's cock strained against a pair of your panties, pink lace barely able to contain much of anything. It left little to the imagination. He tried to reach for your hands and pull the skirt back down, but you only swatted his hands away and pulled him to sit against your chest while you settled against the headboard of your shared bed.

"C'mon 'toru, the whole point of this was to see how pretty you are. Don't get shy now."

The man let out a whimper as you reached your hands around to his front, slipping your hands underneath the shirt you put him in to caress his abs, making your way up to his perky nipples. All of Satoru's usual confidence melted away as you touched him, all while Suguru watched. You pulled one of your hands away from Satoru, using it to beckon the black haired male towards the two of you as you planted hot, open mouth kisses against Satoru's neck.

Suguru obliged, settling between Satoru's legs as he leaned in to give him a passionate kiss on the lips. The white haired man moaned and whined into his boyfriend's mouth while you continued to touch his overly sensitive nipples, leaving a trail of hickeys down his neck.

You maneuver yourself from behind Satoru, settling beside the two men to reach between them and free your snowy-haired boyfriend's weeping cock from it's dainty confines. A pleasured yelp leaves his kiss bitten lips which gets swallowed up by Suguru as you offered a few languid strokes.

Satoru grips the back of Suguru's shirt, pulling away from him momentarily, panting from the lack of air and the feeling of your thumb stroking his leaky tip.

"Thouch me more. Please," he whines, craving more than the lazy flicks of your wrist that you're giving him. Chucking, you turn to see Suguru beginning to get just as flustered, ears burning red and cock straining painfully against his trousers. You tug against the ravenette's waistband, signaling for him to press himself impossibly closer to Satoru as you make quick work of freeing him as well.

He scoots closer, both of their members now touching as you grip both of them, jerking them both off at the same time. A satisfied groan leaves Suguru as Satoru lets out shallow, whiny breaths, hips twitching into your touch.

"I knew Satoru was easy, but are you really so worked up already? It was only a little kissing, Sugu," you teased. One hand rested at the base of their cocks, steadying them as you lean down to spit on their tips, mixing with the slick of precum and aiding the glide of your other hand.

"'m not easy!" Satoru whines, despite the pulsing of his cock. All of you knew it didn't take much for him to finish, and by the blush that made its way across his face and down to his shoulders he was close.

"'Course not, princess. Lets see how many times you can cum before Suguru does, hm?"

As if on cue, Satoru's back arches against the headboard as a loud moan leaves his lips, cum spurting over your hand and onto your other boyfriend's cock as well. You continued your ministrations, ignoring the white haired man's pathetic pleas as he continued to twitch against your hand.

"Too much! 'S too much-"

"Come on, baby, I haven't even gotten to finish yet," Suguru quips, cutting the white haired man off by gripping his face. Tears pricked at the corner of his baby blue eyes, his body feeling hot and overstimulated. There was nothing he could do but just sit there and take it, your strokes never faltering and Suguru pulling him into a heated kiss.

You watched as their tongues tangle together, pressing your thighs together at the erotic scene. You'd be lying if you said all of this didn't have an affect on you. Seeing both of your boyfriends make out in front of you with their cocks pressed together between your hands had your pussy drooling.

You settle yourself between the two men, tongue poking out to swipe across both of them before your lips wrapped around their blushing heads. Suguru grunts, pulling away from Satoru's lips to bite harshly into his shoulder. Your snowy haired boyfriends moans and whimpers got increasingly louder, his eyes lidded with a mix of lust and embarrassment as tears of pleasure slipped down his cheeks.

"W-wait! If you do that I'm gonna- Ohh, I'm cumming!!"

Satoru's moans were borderline pornographic as he reached his second climax of the night, spilling your seed into your mouth as his hips jutted upwards.

His rosy, tear stained cheeks and the feeling of your tongue was enough to push Suguru over the edge, finishing shortly after his boyfriend's second orgasm.

You caught as much of their seed as you could, sitting up and pulling Suguru into a filthy kiss, sharing the taste of both him and Satoru. The ravenette groans, hand wrapping around to the back of your neck to pull you even closer.

Satoru sat himself up completely, pawing at the both of you. In typical Satoru manner, he couldn't bear not having all eyes on him, even if he was just complaining about how the attention was too much. Suguru releases you as you lean in to kiss your other boyfriend, rolling his eyes playfully.

"You're such a needy bitch, 'toru."

"Sugu, don't be mean!"

"But I'm right, aren't I? Besides, you haven't gotten much action, pretty. So good to us, we can't forget about her now, can we?" Suguru purrs, reaching a hand into the waistband of your shorts. His fingers slid over the wet spot of your panties. You gasp as he presses them firmly against your clothed clit.

You move to position yourself in front of Satoru, skirt flipped up, cock still impossibly hard and in full display. Suguru was stood behind you, removing the rest of his own clothing before stripping you as well. He caresses the smoothness of your ass, aligning himself with your entrance while he looked down at the both of you.

"God, both of you are so pretty like this," he moans as he bottoms out. You let out a shaky breath at the newfound intrusion to your warmth, nuzzling your face into Satoru and placing kisses across his length.

"That's right, just focus on him, baby. Focus on 'toru while I take care of this pussy."

You whine as Suguru took you from behind, trying your best to focus while begging to suck Satoru off. His fingers laced through your hair while you took him in, one hand fondling his balls while the other teased at the rim of his puckered hole.

He squealed as you pushed one of your fingers into him, pulling at the stands of your hair with his back arched. His reaction had you clenching around Suguru, which draws pleasured noises out of him as well.

Suguru pumped his length into you with incredible speed, cock head reaching depths you otherwise wouldn't know existed. The added resistance of you clenching around him made it all the more pleasurable as you felt the glide of every single ridge and vein inside of you. One hand rested against your hip while the other wrapped around you to rub your clit.

This causes you to pull off of Satoru with a loud yelp. You pant as you rest your face against one of his thighs, one hand leaving his balls to stroke his length. You pushed a second finger into his ass, pumping them in and out as they curled into his prostate. Satoru was already quick to finish, but the simulation from both ends has him nutting once again, spurts coating your hand and face. If things keep going like this, he'll end up shooting blanks.

You let out a fucked out giggle, finally giving the guy's dick a break. Your hands caressed lovingly over his milky thighs, only to grip them tightly as Suguru pulls your head up by the front of your throat.

He held you flush against his chest, bullying his cock deep inside of you while still playing with your poor clit. You turn your head to look at him. At some point, his bun came undone and now his inky black locks spilt down over his shoulders. He plants his mouth on yours, tongue swirling with yours momentarily before he pulls away. Strings of spit kept you connected before wearing thin and breaking, dark eyes staring passionately into your own.

"Look at 'toru, baby. I want you to look at him, show him how good we make you feel."

With his demand he moved his grip to your cheeks, thrusting into you with vigor as you made eye contact with the snowy haired man in front of you.

His bright eyes were still damp from his tears, droplets clinging to his lashes like crystals. His chest heaved as he continued to recover from the pure ecstasy he felt moments before, dick sticky and spent, laying against his abs.

You moaned at the sight before you, eyes rolling back as you came around Suguru. His hips continued to smack against your ass, heavy balls swinging before you hear a soft 'oh, fuck' as his seed spills into you. Suguru stills for a moment, releasing all of him before pulling out from inside your silky walls.

You signed in content, crawling up Satoru's body and settling against his chest. Suguru's cum dripped out of you slowly, pooling on Satoru's abdomen.

Suguru settles beside the both of you as you lean your head forward to kiss Satoru on the cheek.

"Maybe you should wear my clothes more often."

[808airsoftbros]

How IVE Gets You Off From Your Games/Matches

Author: This will only contain 18+ members. If this goes well I will consider making this a future series. This idea randomly came up in my head and wanted to try this out. If you want to see more check out my Masterlist.

An Yujin

When I say Yujin has her ways of getting her way, I mean it very well. She will do anything to get what she wants and what she wants right now is your attention

The only thing that stood in her way of your attention was your damn match in Titanfall 2

"Baby~," She'd call but you'd dismiss her promising that you'll be off soon but she didn't have the patience as she was needy

Sighing knowing that you're totally focused on the game but she knew how to take away your attention from the game

After putting on a spicy cat outfit that hugged her curves, she presents herself in front of the screen of your monitor

Expectantly, the outfit worked as you immediately paused the game to stare at her and she smirked

"How about you turn off the game and play with me instead~?" She suggested and you wasted no time turning off your PC and go to the bedroom soon after

Kim Gaeul

Gaeul allowed you to play games whenever you wished whenever she was away busy with her idol life but when she returned she found you were still playing on a match longer than you were supposed to

She well established with you that she had a no video game rule when she was home because she wanted all of your attention on her

But she has better idea than whipping your ass with her belt and instead comes to a more gentle approach

"Hmmm... Isn't it getting hot in here?" She pretended to fan herself with her hands

Without warning she slowly stripped herself of her clothes, starting with her shirt and pants revealing her sexy black lacy undergarments

Although Gaeul wasn't exactly the curviest that doesn't make her less hot than her members as she has a beautiful and sexy slender body no man can't resist and you're no exception

You tried to focus on the game knowing what game she was playing at but Gaeul was ruthless showing no mercy towards you

When Gaeul took off her bra revealing her perky breasts and teasing you by squeezing them you got off the match early

Jang Wonyoung

Wonyoung would act all cute and pouty trying to use her aegyo and charming skills to get you off the game but you were unfazed which made her pout even more

"Hmph. Guess I'll have to step things up..." She huffed and went to her closet

Wonyoung would go through her closet looking for any outfit that may catch your attention

"Let's see... No not this one... Hmm... No that won't do... Ah! Perfect!" She smirked devilishly

You just started up another match when Wonyoung walked in wearing a rather revealing maid outfit, her short skirt revealing her milky long thighs and legs, and parts of her ass, her top showing off her cleavage

You paid no attention at first but when you got a good lock your jaw dropped and she grinned knowing it was working but she wanted to teach you a lesson first

"Oh baby boy, aren't you playing a match~? Oh well, I guess you ain't getting a piece of me..." She mockingly said and went upstairs

With no other choice, you shut off the game and rushed upstairs after her where she'd be waiting in the bedroom

Rei

There isn't much to be said about Rei...

Rei can be very scary if you piss her off and when she found you were still playing your PC when she wanted your attention at most she was angry

"Yah! Can't you see I'm home?!" She yelled but you didn't hear her with the noise cancellation headphones

Rei groaned in annoyance before she walked in front of you near your desk and literally flashed her A-cup-sized breasts

"I know you can't resist these you little pervert~. Why don't you come suck on them~?"

Without hesitation you shut off the game and Rei smirked victoriously as you knew you couldn't resist her

But she wanted to teach you a lesson first and would make you watch first before you can touch her

"Uh uh, no touch~." She teased before playing with herself and moaning as loudly as possible to rile you up and that night would be real active of passionate and rough love making

Liz

Liz is not really the type to punish or make any bold moves as she's quite shy

However that doesn't mean she doesn't have her sexual needs and she is desperate for your attention but you were too occupied with your game to notice her

She was tired and stressed after the long day of her idol life and errands and all she wanted was your love and attention

"Baby~? Could you maybe get off the game for a bit~?" She softly asked tugging on your shirt

Looking at the precious look in her eyes screaming that she wanted to do the deed with you

Of course being her boyfriend who would you be to deny her such a thing? Not you, right?

Immediately, you shut off your PC and told your boys that you'd be on tomorrow and Liz would smile happily

But that night would be nothing but screaming moans of your name

[penny00dreadful]

Okay, okay, okay listen.

Remember when we were all obsessed with Steddie Legally Blonde a while back? Yes, I’m still thinking about it, leave me alone. And I adore everything I’ve read. It’s all so fantastic.

But I had a thought because what if we switched it up a little? I’m going mainly off of the musical here, so bear with. 

So what if instead of having Steddie as Elle and Emmett, we instead have them as Paulette and UPS Guy/Kyle??? Like??? It fits, right???

But then, but THEN who do we have as Elle/Emmett?

Buckingham.

No, but just think of it! 

Or I guess you don’t really need to because I’ve thought of it enough for all of us and it goes like this:

(OMG you guys I blacked out and when I woke up this thing was 3.1k long written over a few hours. I haven't edited this at all so please be gentle about typos/tense changes etc. The fever just took me.)

Chrissy is your quintessential girly girl. She is Elle Woods. She’s blonde, pretty, cheerleader, very feminine and happy where she is in life, President of her Sorority with her besties by her side and her guy who is… well he’s as good as any guy could be, right?

Jason is handsome, rich, well connected, he treats her with affection and he humours her when she has some pretty wild, out there ideas. 

But then it happens and they break up because apparently having a girly girl for a wife just wouldn’t look good if he’s gonna live his life the way he wants to. Lawyer, his own practice, running for office. 

Apparently her blonde hair and boobs would hold him back which, what the fuck??? 

What does that have to do with anything?

They love each other, right? That surface stuff isn’t supposed to matter. At all! They’re supposed to be together no matter what because they… they love each other?

Well fuck that noise, no one tells Chrissy Cunningham she’s too fucking blonde to do anything which is a hypocritical ass thing to say because has Jason looked in the fucking mirror recently?

Different fucking rules, apaprently. 

Well, no more.

She’s gonna fuck up law school right along side him and she’s gonna wear fucking pink while doing it too!

And like, everything is going fine. 

Chrissy’s not stupid, she knows how she’s perceived by people before they get to know her. 

Vapid, bimbo, perky, blonde.

Like that’s an insult.

It’s just harder now that she’s away from her girls, gays and theys back home. And everyone here seems to think that the best way to live their lives is to look boring as shit while doing it along with tearing each other down.

She fucking hates it, but she’s determined to see it through. 

It helps that she seems to have found the one person on the whole of the fucking east coast who actually listens to what’s coming out of her mouth rather than just paying attention to the hair on her head or staring at her tits.

Robin is so strange.

She’s different in such a refreshing way, it’s like being able to breathe clean air for the first time in years.

And she’s fucking sharp. And sweet. And so, so comforting. 

Chrissy would have never managed to survive the depression of those first few weeks without her.

And like, she’s not ignorant to the fact that Robin sometimes does look at her boobs but at the same time it just feels different coming from a woman than it does a man. It doesn’t feel so objectifying.

Instead of putting Chrissy on edge it makes her feel a little smug. A little proud of herself, it makes her feel attractive and desired in a way she hasn’t felt in a very long time. 

Is that sexist? To prefer the attentions of a woman over a man when both do it just fine for her?

Chrissy’s not exactly sure, but she knows she enjoys it when it’s coming from Robin.

So maybe it’s a Robin thing. 

Chrissy honestly thinks things are looking up for her. 

Until Jason introduces Nicole. 

His fucking fiancee???

It’s been, like, four months since they broke up.

Nicole hates her guts, she can tell. She thinks she’s some two braincelled idiot who got into Harvard on daddy’s dime and needs to be babied through the simplest of tasks while not understanding how condescending everyone’s been the whole time.

Chrissy fucking understands. She’s been through it all before, but back then she had people by her side. It’s all so fucking childish. The world already hates women enough, Chrissy desperately doesn’t want to be at another womans throat, over a man no less, but Nicole doesn’t seem to feel the same way.

She’s ambitious and cut-throat and dedicated and a little bit terrifying. 

Apart from Robin, she’s on her fucking own out here.

And she needs something. 

Something of home to bring some light back into her life.

So she gets in her car and just drives around the streets hoping something will catch her eye. 

And it does. 

Some tiny little hole in the wall salon with a pride flag out the front that she’s immediately drawn to because god damn it she misses her friends. The girls, the gays, the theys.

As soon as she pulls over she feels both simultaneously like she’s come home and she definitely won’t fit in here, but she’s so emotionally raw at this stage it all kinda ends up converging on her and now she’s standing in front of a mostly empty salon and there’s a guy looking at her and she’s just fucking crying.

Through her blurry vision she can see the guy approaching and she really fucking hopes this isn’t gonna turn into a thing because she just does not have any spoons left to deal with some creep right now. 

But he seems to sense how he’s coming off because he becomes a little more effeminate from one step to the next.

“You okay, honey?” He asks, big brown eyes wide with concern and a hand covered in rings hovering over her shoulder, not touching. He has a cigarette in the other hand, held away to keep the smoke from reaching her, his arms covered in ink but Chrissy wants nothing more than a cigarette right now.

Or, that’s kind of a lie, but she’d love one in all honesty. She hasn’t smoked in so long. 

The guy spots her eyeing it, sticking the cigarette back between his plush lips and needing to use both hands to pull his carton from his pants considering they’re so tight.

“Bad day?” He hands her one and Chrissy ends up breaking down all over again.

She tells him that it hasn’t just been a bad day, but a bad half a year, really. She tells him all about Harvard and Jason and her professors and Robin and by the end of her ranting they’re sitting back in the breakroom of the salon. They guy’s name is Eddie, she learns and despite his mean and scary exterior Chrissy thinks he might be the gentles person she’s met in this whole god forsaken city.

He holds her hands between his and listens to her. Actually hears her talk and pays attention and is concerned and attentive and she loves him for it. 

He helps her find her confidence again, at least for the rest of the day. They commiserate about how they both stick out like sore thumbs in their communities and how people need to just kinda get over it.

He encourages her not to let the normies win, do go hang out with Robin, to go kick ass and she’s just wondering how on earth she can ever repay the favour when they hear

“Knock, knock.” 

Coming from the front of the salon.

Eddie’s whole face drains of colour before immediately turning red and he bolts up from his chair, stumbling out of the staffroom and moving back behind the receptionists desk.

Chrissy gets to watch in real time as all of Eddie’s incredible confidence and easy lightheartedness disappears into a vat of nerves mostly hidden by cheeky flirtation as he twirls a lock of hair around his finger and bats his eyelashes at the Hot UPS Guy who looks equally as charmed. 

When the guy, Steve, has to get back to his route, Eddie practically melts against the desk as soon as he’s out of sight. 

“Looks like I’m not the only one who needs help.”

Eddie rolls his eyes at her but smiles anyway. “I had that handled just fine.”

Over the next few months, she and Eddie get closer, Eddie and Steve stay exactly where they were that first day and she and Robin are quickly approaching best friends level.

But Chrissy is starting to come to terms with the fact that maybe she wants a little more than to be best girly-girl friends with Robin and maybe she wants to stick her tongue down her throat about it. 

The two of them are practically attached at the hip, spending all day at classes together, alternating between their respective rooms to study late into the night, ending up in the same bed together and waking up together in the morning. 

Chrissy is almost, completely, entirely sure that this is all very not platonic but it’s so difficult to tell.

She’d be constantly sleeping over with her friends back home, hugging, kisses on cheeks, cuddling in bed or when watching movies, just girly things.

But this feels different. Is it different?? Or is this just how Robin is with all her female friends, the same way it’s always been how Chrissy was with her friends back home. How can she tell if it’s going from platonic to romantic??

And all of that needs to go on the backburner anyway because they’re being put on a real life, for realsies you guys case. And if they fuck up this case they could be at fault for someone spending the rest of their fucking life in prison for something they didn’t do??

Unacceptable.

And after Chrissy finds out their client used to be on the same cheer team as her? It was all over. No way was she gonna let her go to prison just because everyone thinks a pretty young woman couldn’t possibly love someone a little older than her. 

Not on Chrissy’s watch. 

But first she has to deal with Robin’s wardrobe because they professor is insistent that all the women wear skirts and tights and Robin is not having it.

Neither is Chrissy to be fair, so she takes Robin out to the most lavish place she can, decks them both out in the fiercest looking pantsuits they can get their hands on, refusing to back down.

It comes as a surprise to both of them when Nicole stands with them in solidarity as well and now their professor is both outnumbered and losing his arguments with only Jason on his side about this and they fucking win.

It’s only a small win but it still feels fantastic. 

Riding her high of winning that small fight, she bursts into the salon and informs Eddie that he is going to either kiss or ask out Steve the next time he sees him and when Eddie reacts like she just said she was going to shave all of his hair off she refuses to hear it. 

Because the thing is Eddie is pretty, really pretty and she knows that Steve knows it, but she doesn’t think that Eddie himself is really aware of it. And despite his prettiness, he’s all awkward elbows and knees. 

So she gives him some tips and shows him how to highlight certain things about himself, the long legs, the tattooed arms, the hip bones. Even his cute little bum. She teaches him how to subtly pull at his clothes in conversation so some skin is exposed or his tiny little waist is highlighted. She teaches him how to use his eyes to go in for the kill.

He doesn’t seem to think it’ll work but she is almost certain it will. 

And it’s confirmed for her when she gets a call later that night from Eddie who sounds fucking over the moon and completely bewildered by the fact that Steve likes him back??? Has done for months?? And they had some incredible dirty nasty sex in the salon after it closed for the night and how they’re going to the movies tomorrow??

Eddie swears he’s gonna send her the biggest fuck off fruit basket he can find. 

Everything is looking up for her, especially after she has such a major win in court, figuring out one of the prosecutors witnesses had perjured himself on the stand (without outing him to the whole damn court, thankfully).

Or at least everything was looking up for her until she found herself alone in a room with her professor and she felt the energy in the room shift before it happened. 

His hands were on her before she could do anything about it and she cracked him across the face for it before she could even think about what this could do to her legal career going forward. 

Because that was the reality of it, wasn’t it? 

Either allow herself to get assaulted or destroy her career before it even started. 

She didn’t know when her priority had shifted from getting Jason back to actually pursuing this as a future career. But she had found to her own surprise she loved it. She adored it actually. 

And now…

Now it would all be gone. 

Jason had seen, of course he had and he was less than kind about it because apparently it made more sense that she had fucked her way into Harvard than had actually been smart enough to get there on her own. 

She couldn’t stomach anything Nicole could possibly have to say to her but if the way she was glaring at Jason with barely concealed rage after that comment was anything to go by, Chrissy didn’t need to worry too much about that.

She just wanted to go. To get out. She needed to get out. And she would have gotten away scott free if Robin hadn’t been hanging around waiting for her.

Robin’s face broke into a bright smile but that quickly slipped away when she saw the state Chrissy was in. She was all sweet concern and care and affection but Chrissy couldn’t fucking deal with it at that moment, she couldn’t face her.

She couldn’t face Robin who would find out what a fool of herself she’d made believing in Chrissy, when Chrissy had thrown all of their hard work away.

Because no one would ever fucking see her as a person. She was just a piece of ass.

So she ran.

She didn’t even realise where she was running to until she was standing outside the salon doors again. 

It was late, they were closed, of course they were, why was she here?

She was standing outside the door crying again like she had been the first time and it was all just so fucking stupid-

“Chrissycakes?”

She was enveloped in Eddie’s arms before she could even blink, being ushered inside and steered back to the staffroom, same as that first time. 

There were beer bottles and take out containers over the table and Steve sitting at the table and oh, she’d interrupted something hadn’t she? 

What a fucking way to officially meet one of her best friends new boyfriend right?

But they were so sweet. 

They sat and listened while she spilled the whole thing, offering at different points to hunt down her professor for her or slash his tires or lose all of his mail or whatever and she was forced to giggle through the tears.

But she shook her head in the end. She was tired. She was sick of having to defend herself constantly. 

She needed… she needed to go back to where she belonged. 

And she was about to. 

She was about to leave the salon, swear to keep in contact with Eddie because god damn it she loved him now and she was ready to run.

But then there was a hammering at the door and Chrissy poked her head out to see Nicole standing there looking like she was on a fucking crusade. 

And… was that…?

Robin was standing behind her, looking like she was just trying not to get in Nicole’s way.

Eddie grumbled to himself about changing the damn salons opening hours if this was to continue but he unlocked the door anyway.

Nicole burst in all fire and determination, shoving her finger directly in Chrissy’s face.

“I hated you. But god fucking damn it if you didn’t prove to me that this is the career you belong in. And I refuse to stand by and see an admirable woman of your smarts and calibre get run over by some small dicked professor with a receding hairline. You’re so much more than that. So c’mon. We’re breaking through that fucking glass ceiling if it kills us.”

Holy shit.

Robin pulled her into a tight hug, warm and comforting and a little too long to be platonic, running a hand through her hair. 

“We’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with Chris, but… you deserve to be in that courtroom.” She muttered into her ear and Chrissy could do nothing but nod into Robin’s neck.

She heard Eddie sigh behind her. “Okay if we’re doing this then… I need to make a few calls.”

A few days later Chrissy made her triumphant return to the courtroom. Everyone was there to support her. Eddie, Steve, her besties from back home that Eddie had called, telling them it was a friend emergency and so of course they all came right away along with Robin and Nicole bracketing her on each side. 

And while she could tell the court wasn’t taking her rants on hair care very seriously, when she finally came out with the verbal crackdown, proving the witness was actually the murderer, the gasps from the gallery were enough to feed her for years to come. 

When all was said and done at the celebration later that night, she found herself being approached by Jason.

He told her it was a mistake to let her go, to discard her the way he had and she agreed that yes it was. But his mistakes weren’t her problem anymore. And from the look of it they weren’t Nicole’s problem either. 

Jason surprisingly took it well enough, mentioning that he never really felt the same passion for law that she so clearly possessed. 

She wished him luck with finding what he wanted to do.

But now.

Now she needed to find Robin. 

Chrissy couldn’t take it anymore.

So weaving through the people around her, she grabbed at Robin’s hand, dragging her away from Steve who she had become inseparable with and pushing her into the hallway.

Robin didn’t even have a chance to ask what was happening before Chrissy was on her, pressing her into a wall, holding her close with her hands on either side of her face, kissing her with so much longing and elation and joy and happiness that when she pulled away Robin looked completely dazed. 

Robin blinked slowly a few times before her face broke into a wide grin. 

“Me too.”

[weird-is-life]

i always see sunshine spence! x grumpy cat!reader but i was wondering if you could write smth about it being the other way around!!

i imagine it with older season spence (post prison even) with a gf who’s a bit younger and away more perky than he is!! but you can do it whichever way you’d like :))

Thank u for this request! I hope this is okay🥰🥰 (0.9k)

The Bau is buzzing with people. You've only been here once before and it was just to get some files with Spencer late at night. And then there was literally no one except for the security guards.

Right now, the place is so busy, you have to step away to the side multiple times just to not get run over.

Spencer called you this morning as he always does. But he seemed very off on the phone, more grumpier than usual. And of course, you as a good girlfriend can't have him sad all day. So here you are, standing in middle of the Bau with no idea where to go.

You got inside by telling the guards, you were coming to see Spencer and that you knew the way to his office. But obviously the second part was a lie. You have no idea what floor Spencer's office is. You think it's either 4th, 5th or 6th floor, but you can't really remember.

You are on the floor 4, but this is definitely not the right one. And because you don't want to look like a fool, exploring every floor until you find Spencer's, you settle on calling him.

He picks up, as you step into the elevator, "Hi, sweetheart. Is everything okay?"

"Hi Spence, everything is great. Remember when we went to get your files, that one night?" you ask with giddy smile on your face as you push the button of the 5th floor.

"Of course, I do."

"What floor did we go to? Was it 6?" you ask as unsuspiciously as you can.

"No, it was the 5th-"he starts to say as the elevator stops there.

You notice his tall frame in the distance, so you say, "never mind, I got it."

"Wha-"before he can asks, you hang up. You can see the big frown on his face even from the distance, his confusion makes you giggle.

You are not even a bit surprised, when your phone's starts ringing. You don't pick up, you quickly walk towards him. Poor guy, he is so focused on the phone call, that he doesn't even notice you as you near his desk.

"Hi" you greet him and giggle again, when he looks at you with wide eyes and open mouth.

"Y/N? W-what are you doing here?" Spencer puzzles.

"You seemed sad on the phone call this morning," you pouts, " so I thought I'd come see you and bring you lunch."

You are smiling so much at him, that Spencer already feels better, "sweetheart, you didn't need to come all the way here."

"But I wanted to, couldn't leave you grumpy all day, could I?" you tease him, " and I'm pretty sure, you didn't even eat breakfast."

Seeing his guilty face, you know, you are right. You know he tries to eat something else than a coffee for you, so you don't say anything to that.

"I also brought you some cookies" you smile at him.

"Thank you" he says, tugging you close to him for a hug.

"You are very welcome, handsome" you grin at him and look around, before you give him a quick kisses on both of his cheeks. Apparently, it was not enough, because when you pull away to look at him, he is back to frowning.

"Stop frowning so much, Spence" you chuckle.

"It's your fault. You come here looking so pretty to bring me lunch and you don't even give me a kiss" he defends and you think, he's being ridiculous.

"I did kissed you!"

"I want a real kiss, please." You roll your eyes at him, but you comply. The kiss is long enough to make him happy, but not long enough to make people around uncomfortable.

"Thank you, pretty girl and thank you for coming here."

"Of course" he smiles and you return  the smile.

"Okay, call me, when you are done, yeah? " you start to pick up your things to leave, but Spencer stops you.

"Wait wait wait, where are you going? Aren't you going to stay?"

"I don't want to bother you at work" you answer, cheeks a little red.

"Nonsense, you could never bother me, lovely. Please stay." He gives you puppy eyes and who are you to say no to that.

"Really? Won't Hotch mind?" you bite your lip, you know Hotch is really sweet, but stern person.

"I'll tell him, I'm taking my lunch break, which is exactly what I'm doing" he grins at you and leans to push another chair next to his.

"Okay,then I'll stay" you sit in the chair and start to tell him all about your morning. Or more like you ramble happily to him about every single detail of your morning. About how you saw your neighbours cat or about how you went to the shop and had to buy a bouquet of flowers, because they reminded you of him and so much more. But Spencer doesn't mind one bit, he could listen to your excited voice all day.

By the time his lunch break ends and you have to leave, your giddy energy makes all his frown lines dissappear.

Later that day, you get a text from Penelope, saying, that the team owes  you a big gift basket for saving them from grumpy Spencer. Which honestly makes you giggle ones again and you make a mental note to yourself to bring Spencer lunch more often.

[hongjoongscafe]

Bloody Love...

Chapter: II -Redolent-

♠︎Pairing: yandere!king!jungkookxoc(coronis)

♠︎Genre: angst, smut, yandere, gore, dark romance, horror, creepy (dark fantasy).

♠︎Summary: "you happen to be in a world where wrong is right and right is wrong."

♠︎Word count: 3.6k+

♠︎Warning: creeping, nudity, non-consensual nudity, murder, sniffing, clothes sniffing.

♠︎Note: lemme know if you wanna be added to the permanent or specific taglist! The pictures are not mine, I just edited them.

♠︎Disclaimer: I do not condone any sick behaviour. This is just fiction and please keep it that way. If someone is following you or you feel creepy vibes from someone, please ask for help. Again. This is fiction and does not literally relate to anyone who is mentioned in this. Thank you.

♠︎Masterpost

♠︎Serieslist

Castle… The place where commoners were afraid to go. It was not a path to hell… It was hell. The things that happened within the walls of the castle stayed there. Because no one ever came out alive from that place.

Everyone knew there were darker mysteries hidden inside that hell. The darkest being the king. Some say that he has the eyes of an Eagle. He would know who is going to be the prey when he sees one. And never forgets.

His Majesty was remorseless. His words were limited yet venomous. They created chaos. They held power more than God itself. Some say that he doesn't even spare his own family.

Does he have one? No one knows.

He was mentioned in great legends, saying that he had the grandeur of a devil. It was mentioned that no one was born as handsome as he was. His body was as if made of rocks… Just like his heart.

What a waste of beauty.

The decrees of the realm stated that no outsiders, or commoners, were allowed to see him or know his name. The only thing that was revealed was ‘Jeon’.

Not a soul has ever seen him other than those bureaucrats, who were no different than him, but still, his fear was huge among humankind.

He was a ravening monster that plagued his realm and beyond.

There are seven sins: pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, and indolence. He was high of pride, greedy of souls, lustful of bodies, envious of love, gluttonous of blood, wrathful against peace, and indolence after seeing the world fall apart.

“Jimin- ah,” a thick voice rang through the spacious room.

“Yes, your Majesty,” the guard in his room quickly replied.

“I want this sweet, feminine redolent forever alive. If this could come near me and stay here in my arms, I would never let it go,” he took a deep sniff from the white nightgown. He was laying on his bed, bare body covered with the clothes he stole a couple of days ago. He couldn't get them away from him.

“Your Highness, I'm sure you will have it,” the shorter male who was looking outside the window from the door said.

“Mm,” the king moaned as he rubbed his hard-on with he-like underwear. It was a white cloth in the shape of underwear and had strings to tie them around the waist. “I have never seen beauty so bright,” he closed his eyes and saw her naked, and vulnerable while taking a bath. How her body was shining through. He envied the water that got to touch her in the places, he wished, no one has ever touched apart from her. “Her long black locks were so silky. My hands wanna thread through them and pull them,” he hummed and brought her chemise to his nose. He sniffed where her perky breasts had touched.

He brought the underwear to his face, “look at that, she must be a little whore. Good for me,” said he. “Good for me. Just as long as no one else has used her,” he sighed. “If someone did, you know what is going to happen… Don't you?” he slowly asked Jimin as he looked at him at the door, holding his Halbred tightly in his hand.

Jimin gulped and nodded. “Very well, your Majesty.”

“Hm, now get my horse ready, I want to head out tonight and… See a beautiful flower. Also, summon Maria, too. Tell her that I want her mouth immediately,” he closed his eyes yet again and brought her underwear to his nose and used his hand to give himself some pleasure.

…

It was evening when His Majesty left the castle and rode towards the village where he last left his heart. He was dressed just like before. His eyes shone in the dark. He had two of his main guards with him. One being Jimin and the other being Mingyu. All hidden behind the black cloaks and masks. Heave jewellery decorating the sins they committed.

The Lord was aware of the time. He knew by the time he would reach there, everyone would have hit the sack. They all had to wake up early to work for the day and get the material ready for the horsemen who would come from the castle and take the material for the day. Their jobs were harder.

The clops of the horses neared the village. And by the time they reached, the whole village was shushed. The fire in the shacks was blown off. The three of them rested there and observed the village.

His Highness took a box out of his leather carrier and a letter. He smirked and got down from the horse and the other two followed. They hid their horses just outside the village and marched towards her house. The guards lit their Mashal and he took his lantern with him.

The walk to the shack was not as long. Jimin and Mingy were commanded to stay alert and away from the shack.

After he was left alone, he moved towards the back where, he figured, was the slot of his princess. Taking careful steps, he stood in front of the window from where he could see the beauty herself sleeping. His heartbeat soothed. A new feeling flowered around him, making him inch closer to her.

He looked and looked and looked at her. The itch in his hands worsened and begged him to feel you on his fingers. So he does so. He looked around to figure out how he could go inside. There his eyes caught another window which was open for fresh air to go inside. He made a silent work to hop inside the slot.

His feet took him closer to her. He kneeled and sat beside her. Her face looked peaceful under the light of the lantern. Her long-lashed kissed her cheeks. Her lips were slightly ajar. Her nightgown was loose, showing her shoulder. He brought his face to her neck and inhaled her essence deeply. He shuddered and moaned.

“Fuck,” he sniffed her again. “You are so fucking addicting. Soon I'll take you, hm? We will be together forever. I'll give you all the pleasure in the world, Princess,” he mumbled. “No one will even dare to think about taking you away.”

As much as he wanted to touch her, he didn't. He kept his hands tied and just sniffed her scent. He looked at her. Her body looked so vulnerable. Slowly, he removed the thin sheet from her. His dick twitched in his clothes as he saw her gown ridden up, showing a peak of her clothed pussy. His breath sharpened. His wicked mind made him scrunch up the gown just enough for him to see her. The strings of her underwear came undone not even a breath apart. Sneakily, he removed the front flap and saw her bare under his eyes.

His cock kept twitching, and bringing his hand to it, he rubbed himself through the clothes. A sigh of relief escaped from him. She was right there, bare for him. Her hairy pussy looked inviting. But he shook his head and carefully removed her underwear and stuffed it inside his sack and covered her back with the sheet.

Out of nowhere, a crow started cawing by the window. Its cawing was loud and was getting louder and louder. The crow fluttered its wings around.

Hearing the crow, she started moving around, making his heart thump in his chest. He quickly left the box and the letter next to her and got up. After giving a last glance, he left.

“I'll be back for you tomorrow, my Princess.”

…

“Coronis! Coronis! Wake up!” Circe shook Coronis. “Mother had asked for you.”

“What happened?” she sleepily mumbled.

“Something,” said Circe in a hurry.

“Okay, I'll be there in a minute,” Coronis stretched.

Circe went out of the slot and closed the door behind her. Coronis sat up and stretched her neck and looked around. Her eyes fell on a time box next to her head towel. She opened it and saw a necklace that had a tiny bone as a locket. She had seen many animal bones but this was a lot different. Maybe it was a bone from an animal she hasn't seen bones of.

Then she saw a letter laying there too. The paper was not just any ordinary paper, it was a high-quality paper that was sent to the castle. Her hands started shaking as she unfolded it. There were the words written in beautiful handwriting, and at the end, there were some dark red drops which she figured must be blood.

Her heartbeat increased and started sweating. Her shaky eyes read the letter–

“My dear, If you haven't fogged my mind with your face and lustrous body, then what have? It's been a couple of days since I have been thinking about your beauty like a little boy. My mind goes crazy. Your piquant scent lingers in my nose and makes me want to sniff you forever.

I want you to stick to me. I would never let you go or let anyone hurt you. No one gets to fondle that beauty other than me. You are mine so make sure to not let any single soul touch you unless you want to see more people hanging.

I have brought you a little present. I expect you to wear it. It's not an offer but a command. You know better what happens when someone doesn't listen to me, don't you?

Now, my Princess, I'll end it here so that you can do your job like an obedient little girl.

Your dearest♡.”

The tears threatened out of her eyes. She started hyperventilating. The terror ran through her veins. “No no no,” she mumbled. “This can not happen.”

“Coronis!” She heard her mother calling. Clearing her throat, she wiped her tears and shoved the box and the letterunder her sheet.

“What?” She asked.

“Draco and I are going to the gathering. The message was circulated early this morning. So, we both have to go. The guards will be here soon. The buckets of milk are by the entrance, and the supply of eggs and bread is also there,” Martha informed. The lady stepped closer to Coronis. “And last, you need to bring yeast and dry fruits from Nori’s.”

Coronis kept frowning but nodded. Her heart was still racing and now had no will to face the guards. “Okay.”

Before leaving the shack, Martha turned around, “take Circe with you and be careful.”

Coronis stared at the now closed door. Thoughts were running wild in her mind. There was some deep shit that she had gotten herself into without even knowing.

“Coronis, you should get ready,” Circe said as she sat down and took her slate to study some basics.

Coronis nodded and went into her slot. She moved slowly towards her sheet and took the box and the letter. She took the necklace out and fastened it around her neck with her eyes tearing up. Looking at the letter, she brought it to her nose and sniffed it. It had a scent of woodsy and musky notes. It was unique, something she had never sniffed. The redolent stuck to her nose. It was pleasant and made her want to sniff it again but her fear made her tremble and hide the letter in her trunk of clothes along with the box.

She then quickly removed her clothes to change but her breath hitched at a realisation and whispered to herself as tears dripped down her cheeks again, “He did not…”

…

The clops of the horses echoed through the village. The trembles in everyone's heart rose. The paths started to get cleared for the guards to match through. Kids were shoved back into their shacks.

Sighing, Coronis stood up and started taking the big buckets of milk out along with eggs and bread. The demand for her bread was supplied to the king. He always loved it. And every day, a huge amount of bread was supplied to him. He had one rule, what he used, nobody gets to use. If the bread for him was supplied by her, the rest of the castle and commoners would get it from other bakers. Not from her.

She sat outside by the steps, waiting for the guard to come and take the goods away. She looked pretty today. Her hair was down. The black gown she wore was beautiful. The full sleeves were puffy and the neck was high, covering her beautiful collarbone and neck. The reason why she wore it was because of the necklace.

She adored the colour black.

While waiting, her mind ran back to the letter and the necklace. The paper, and the redolent, both were highly graded. The bone necklace was expensive.

They wore jewellery, but it was cheaper. The chain wasn't made of metal, it was made out of black thread and had cheap silver or iron as a locket. But the one she got, the chain was of rose gold and the bone was held with gold.

Someone from the castle is creeping upon her. He is probably the one who took her clothes too after seeing her taking a bath.

Neigh of a horse pulled her out of her mind. She looked up and saw a patrol man getting off. There were two divisions; a guard and a patrolman. Patrolman wasn't the one who usually took the supplies. But he had the carriage that came for her supplies every day. So she stood up and got to work.

She didn't look up at the man but started loading the carriage with buckets of milk and other things. She went back and forth. The man kept following her movements.

After she was done, she tied up everything with a rope so nothing would break or spill. Then she took out her tiny pouch and opened it and forwarded it towards him. She flinched when she felt a warm hand touching hers. Now she looked up at the man, into his eyes. Her mouth fell open after seeing those eyes. They were the same ones she had seen when that old man was beheaded.

Coronis could never forget those eyes. The dark, vicious eyes.

The man put coins in her pouch and kept on holding her cold hands in his warm ones. They glanced into each other's eyes. He brought his hand up to her head and caressed her head.

He felt her soft hair and threaded his hands through them. Slowly, he snaked his hand down to her face and caressed her cheek. He saw how her face started to turn red. She shook in fear.

His thumb gently traced her lower lip and pulled it down. Then he traced her upper lip. It all felt too intimate. He loved the feeling of her against his hands. He wanted to take her then and there.

Coronis's breath hitched when she got the whiff of the hands of the man. They reeked of that woody and musky redolent. Her breath started shortening.

He looked down at her neck and patted it as if he was trying to find something. Then he shoved his hand down her neckline and pulled out the necklace and adored it. She saw him smiling under the mask. His eyes became small as he smiled and felt the bone against his fingers.

He looked up at her, “Never remove it,” her mouth fell ajar at his thick raspy voice.

But she shakily nodded. And pulled the locket and shoved it back into her dress.

His eyes then focused behind her, and she followed his gaze and fell on her little sister who was standing there, terrified.

Coronis got in front of his gaze so that he could not see her sister. She gulped and looked down. He grabbed her chin softly and made her look into his eyes. He looked at her, took all the details of her face and removed his hand from her face and locked the door of the carriage. Getting on his horse, he set one last glance before heading back.

She let out a heavy sigh, finally breathing properly. Now she knew who was the creep that invaded her privacy.

“Circe, go get ready, we gotta go and get the goods Mother asked us for.”

…

The market was, as always, tight. People were fighting for the material. Some were bargaining with the vendors to relieve some prices.

Coronis held Circe's hand tightly to not lose her anywhere. She didn't want to bring her but her staying at the shack, alone, would have been nerve-racking. “Do not leave my side, alright?” Coronis said.

“I won't,” the little girl nodded and grabbed her sister's hand tighter.

A knife was secured with the older one just in case. The open market was far more dangerous than it seemed. Predators roamed around, trying to find their prey in the open. The worst part was that no one ever helped anyone out of it. If someone is dying, they are dying. There is no other way unless they are brought to the physician. But that was mainly done by the family.

They both stopped by the Ji-un’s to buy some yeast. And then walked towards Nori.

Nori was a sweet girl. Coronis was fond of her. She was sweet-spoken and on certain occasions, she took care of Circe as her own sister. It had been a good while since she last met her.

Coronis and Nori both started chit-chatting about things. The dry fruits were looking nice. She was ordered to make some dry fruit cake. So she selected good quality dry fruits and started looking for other things for her baked goods.

Baking was something Coronis loved. She found her escape in it. Every single day, she would tie her hair up and put on her black apron. Her recipes were always secret, even from her own mother. She always said that if you love doing something and put love into it, there is no way that the goods won't turn good even if they are for the devil himself. She was gifted in baking.

Her melodious voice would tingle through the shack while she baked and mixed the ingredients together to make another scrumptious food. It was her h—

“Coronis!” a scream made Coronis's blood drain from the face. She looked around but Circe was gone.

“Coronis!” she ran towards the sound, dropping everything at Noris.

“Circe!” she called. “Where are you?!”

“Coronis!” the little girl screamed again.

There were people gathering in one place. Coronis went there and saw a patrolman holding Circe in a headlock. “Circe!” She ran towards her sister but other guards held her back. “No! Not her! Punish me! Not her!” Coronis begs, her tears running down her cheeks.

“Shut up!” the man yelled and held Circe tighter. “Do you not know what happens to those who come in our way?!”

“Please, I beg your mercy!” Coronis kneeled down and rubbed her hands together. “She is a child. She doesn't know much. Please, let her go! Take me instead! Kill me, not her!”

“You should have thought about it before, lady,” the patrolman pulled out his longsword and raised it high up in the sky, ready to take Circe away from Coronis.

Coronis begged and begged. She closed her eyes but never stopped begging for mercy. After a few, a sound of a sword separating a head came. The whole village was silenced. Only Coronis's cries were heard, still begging for Circe's life.

“Coronis!” She felt a tiny human latching onto her. She opened her eyes and saw Circe hugging her and crying like no end.

She looked around and glanced at the man who was holding Circe was not beheaded. Her eyes fell on the man who was standing near it with a bare sword drenched in blood.

Those eyes. It was him.

Coronis crawled to him and bowed down to him. “Master! Thank you for sparing her life!” Coronis cried hysterically. She kept on crying and said good words to him. Circe, too, bowed and thanked him for letting her go.

From far away, he looked at what was happening. He heard a little girl screaming for some Coronis. He would have not interfered but he saw his Princess running and crying towards the little girl that his man was holding. He could not bear to see her cry and beg such a low life for having mercy on a little girl.

He turned his horse towards them and saw that the little girl was at her shack. Coronis was rubbing her hands, begging but he was ready to take a life that could possibly ruin Coronis's life. That boiled his blood and made him see red.

He moved behind that man and worked his sword once and the head of the fucker was gone. His breath swelled. He got down from his horse and saw the sisters crying.

When Coronis crawled and thanked him for sparing Circe's life. He wanted to cry and take her in his arms and make her feel better but he knew better than to do this.

He patted both of their heads and got on his horse and rode away and two others followed him.

Coronis hugged Circe closer and stood by looking at the man who was going away and away. He was wicked and cracked. But saved her life's life. She could never thank him enough for this… even though he did unforgivable things to her last night without her knowledge. Her sister still stood higher and far more important than her dignity.

“Circe, never make me this weak, for my sake.”

…..

Sanaa's note:

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Let me know your thoughts! Your words really help me a lot and motivate me to write more frequently! The feedback from chapter one made me write this one faster. Thank you so much! I hope you guys will keep on interacting and won't be silent! 💓

The behaviour of all the characters is visualize.

Taglist:

@veneziamadness @cheline @sansmilkbread @jayb17 @constantlydelulusional @8tinytings @tea4sykes; @darkuni63 @mageprincess7 @whipwhoops @ackercute @ane102 @kimseokjinsmirror1233 @sparklingglory @jungkooks21 @namjoonscrabjuice @yluv-damara-13

[dairy-farmer]

If you like, (as I saw you indeed do, from an ask) De-ageing promts/asks? Consider THIS~!

Everyone always hitting our poor baby boy Tim with that De-Ageing! As though his puss ain't tight and assets perky! Rude! You know who SHOULD be hit?

>:Dc Bruce~

Because him and Ra's are once again going at it. Bruce is not blind and DOES NOT appreciate this man panting after his Son. Is he a hypocrite? Maybe. But he's still gonna punch Ra's about kicking his boy out a window and the various bits of leering.

They do the Traditional by now, Dramatic Heroic/Immortal Sword Fight near the pits.

Ra's makes A Comment(tm). Of what he'll do when Bruce is dead. Since Bruce has failed to join him, Talia failed to give him a Worthy Heir, and Tim proven... Interesting(tm).

Can't do SHIT without limbs, Ra's. Bruce sees red and tries to feed the fucker his own entrails. Very calm. Toooootally thinking clearly.

It was, rather predictably, a trap. But Bruce is a talented man. So now they're BOTH stabbed pretty badly. Very homo-erotic, which is also traditional. Because with Ra's of course it is. Regardless, Ra's has NOT survived this long just to die to Daddy "don't fuck my son".

Into the pits we both go!

Which? Honestly, he's been trying for YEARS to get Bruce to use. So he can see reason. Ra's can admit the irony.

They struggle. Are drowning. Healing. Still impaled. Break free of each other, even as they try to grapple each other into submission. Again, the homo-eroticism is thick enough to choke lesser men. All the while? The pits are healing.

The wounds, yes. But also everything ELSE. They ARE submerged after all. Ra's? Expects this. Bruce? No idea what's coming.

He drags Ra's blade free of his body and breaks surface. Pit furious and seeing green. Damn near baby faced, at JUST under 20.

Turns out taking care of your body means there's less to "Fix". Self destructive Missions come back to bite him once again. But? Shit. Ninjas. Pouring in to help a fresh faced Ra's. Late 20s and in his prime once more. Damn it!

This isn't over, he growls.

Does NOT like the amused way Ra's is smirking.

One fight out and a stolen jet later? Bruce gets to stare in horror at his Twink-ification. Half his sons are physically OLDER then him. There is no way in hell he can hide this with make up. Luckily, it's Gotham.

He stages a kidnapping of himself. "Unknown chemical agent" combined with the INFAMOUS Gotham bay water. Clark, pretending to be him (once he's done laughing) goes in, Twink Bruce comes out.

People believe it.

Brucie Wayne is too dumb to make this up, after all. And stranger things have happened. Once cleared by the hospital? He heads home.

Now what.

He LIKED his Dilf status. His "silver fox in the making". He didn't have to "date". Booze it up or party. He was FREE damn it. He sulks. Jason and Dick are laughing at him.

Tim let's him hide in his office. Starts crafting "new lease on life" PR campaigns. They are, unfortunately, going to have to attend a Fad Pilates-Yoga-Samba Fusion Dance class. He's so sorry.

It's awful.

What's WORSE?

Is he forgot how HORNY he was at this age. It Does. NOT. Stop. Just an endless stream of wanting to thrust and fuck and lick and suck and-. It literally keeps him up at night! Even after patrol! And Selina? She won't touch him with a ten foot pole.

He's "an infant".

Call her when he's fixed.

He ALMOST considers some of the girls in his god awful class. But then they open their mouths and say some of the most soulless, casually cruel, things he's ever heard. And THAT reminds him he has standards.

He manages to find NICE ones, but then THEN start talking? And good lord, they are BABIES. Where are their fathers and why have they failed these wonderful young ladies? Have a college fund. Bruce is your father now.

And STILL horny.

Possibly in hell.

He tells this, even though he probably shouldn't, to Tim. Rants really. Because Tim let him hide again. Brought him coffee and dinner. And? Frankly? TIM is reasonable! Bruce wouldn't BE in this situation if he could find even a SINGLE woman like him!

And Tim watches Bruce pace. Muscles rolling as he walks. Still in work out gear. Young, nearly his age, so hot Tim wants to choke himself on his... Well. Tim COULD point out the obvious. Fleshlights. Modern toys that Bruce could no doubt improve.

OR~ Tim could shoot his shot and go for glory.

......fuck it.

Witness Him.

Tim deliberately splays his legs. Sprawls, open and inviting. And muses, not looking at Bruce of course, if Bruce needs a Woman or just the right hole?

Bruce freezes. Because of course not. He's Bi AF, just REALLY want to fuck a... wait. Wait(tm). Bruce's brain starts punching out Options. Why Would Tim Ask That? He looks at Tim. His body language. Considers if he wants to ignore it or take this clear offer.

He's across the room and plucking the tablet from Tim's hands in a handful of strides. Naked. Now.

Young Bruce is the HORNIEST, NEEDIEST fuck you can imagine. Once you let him in? It's all over. You're gonna wake up to that morning wood pounding your puss. Spend breakfast, being his desert. As he eats you out. Humping your leg like a dog in heat. Gotta go to work? Well not before his good by fuckies! Needs to shoot his load nice and deep, so you know he loves you.

Visit you at the office. Finger fuck you at your desk. Worship your clit like he's trying to win a medal. When you finally can't concentrate any more? Pull you from your office chair and fuck you til you're a sloppy mess on the floor. Don't worry! He brought a plug so you won't mess the change of clothes he brought you! See you at lunch~!

And on and on and on. Because Bruce is physically in the horniest phase of his life, has his FULL Batman stamina, and? Realized almost IMMEDIATELY? Tim cuddles when he's well fucked and exhausted. And Bruce misses him.

So Bruce is gonna take advantage of the situation.

Can't drift away from me and go off to join some random hero team, if I'm the Best Dick Of Your Life. If your body craves me. You get so used to my constant fuckings, your day is incomplete without them~

Use my WORDS? Pshhhhh. No. I'm just going to use a seventy step plan to permanently tie Tim to me for life with my dick! Because I love him! This is a reasonable and well adjusted way for me to act, I'm gonna get such a good grade in Dad. Now if you'll excuse Bruce, he's gonna go fuck his son.

-🐼🐼🐼

!!! oh my god bruce getting deaged would be his worst nightmare ever- having to join 'new age' spritual things like something-yoga or eating some trendy new food because it aligns with his 'brucie' character- add that in to him not being able to fuck within any age group. his new '20 year old peers' are so incredibly immature and he can't fathom breaking his morality enough to fuck them and the older ones wont let him near them because THEY feel like creeps. so tim being the only logical choice left and bruce also being able to kill two birds with one stone by being able to 1. get off and 2. make sure tim stays close to him😭😭😭

[erodasfishtacos]

Always Have Your Back

prompt: YN is struggling with her self-image and Harry reassures her she’s perfect ❣️

If you would like to get two week early release, exclusive content/tropes, among other benefits - consider signing up for my Patreon for $3 a month :)

-

YN hadn’t been feeling good lately, well really for quite a few months now about herself, her body image, and that’s something she struggles with on and off but not like this.

After giving birth to four very healthy big babies, her body has changed and has been slow to bounce back each time - luckily she’s young and it may be easy than women older than her but still.

It was really her stomach and breasts that had her self-conscious, a bit of plush around her lower tummy where she carried during her pregnancy, and her breasts weren’t as perky from feeding four children.

Ezra was almost a year and while YN was close to her pre-pregnancy weight, she wasn’t quite there, and the pudge around her midsection wasn’t budging either from where the babies sat for so long.

It was difficult because there were always eyes on her, even though she herself wasn’t necessarily famous, she was famous through association because her husband was the best player in the major leagues.

She was photographed when she went to the grocery store, the nail salon, out for lunch with Anne and Gemma and she hated seeing herself in paparazzi pictures on Instagram lately.

Harry, who is undyingly attracted to her, makes it clear nearly daily that he’s in love with her plush, her stretch marks, her breasts, and every other inch of her.

YN has no doubt that Harry loves her no matter what her body looks like but she also can’t help but have negative thoughts about not being perfect like other women she sees on social media.

Especially when her husband was a professional athlete, his body was always in prime shape, with barely any fat on his body - he was always lean and muscular, never had an issue with working out sometimes twice every day.

It gets really out of hand one day.

YN is out to lunch with about eight other baseball wives at a fancy little restaurant in the heart of Manhattan for lunch.

As she’d gotten in her dress this morning, after Anne came over to watch the kids, and she felt devastated when it didn’t look as good as she thought it would on her.

She hated the way the material hugs at her hips and accentuated her midsection, and she hates to admit that she looked in the mirror and cried because she felt so unhappy with herself.

At lunch, all the wives were dressed meticulously in designer outfits that fit every inch of their body like a custom glove, hair, and makeup professionally done.

These women were different from YN, most of them had kids but just one or two, and a lot of them used surggates because they didn’t want to ‘ruin’ their body.

They also had full time nannies and au paires to watch their children while they spent time with self-care, working out.

It’s not that she’s jealous, hell, her husband is the highest paid player in the league - she could easily afford nannies, chefs, maids, but that’s not what she wanted for her children or herself as a mother.

It didn’t mean it wasn’t hard when she sits down with all of them, trying not to focus on the way her stomach looks when she sits down, and constantly adjusts her nursing bra - she was full from not nursing Briar since before she left.

The lunch was fine at first but then one of the wives, who was notoriously bitchy to YN and has tried multiple times to hit on Harry, and become enraged when he didn’t give her the time of day - started focusing her energy on YN.

“I know a really good personal trainer to help you get rid of the baby weight,” Kelsey tells her in front of everyone, a wide fake smile on her face as she blinks her lashes, “After four kids, it doesn’t seem to be coming off as easy, huh?”

YN blinks harshly for a second, trying to reign back the tears, and hoping another woman will come to her defense.

Tiffany speaks up but it’s only to add, “Yeah or if you want a recommendation to a plastic surgeon. There’s a great one that does mommy makeovers.”

YN can’t help it, she feels her vision becoming blurry with tears as they keep chatting about working out and mommy fucking makeovers like they didn’t just viciously insult her.

When her salad arrived in front of her, she didn’t feel hungry anymore, and just wanted to leave - this is the part she hates about her husband’s career and it’s not even his fault.

The jealous vapid bitches.

YN makes up an excuse that one of her kids isn’t feeling well and so she has to leave, paying quickly and getting into her car as fast as possible.

She hates that she cries the whole way home because she loves her babies so much, she would give her body up again and again for them but sometimes it just hurt.

She was still human who cared what other people thought, worried about being judged, it was part of the human experience.

YN tries to pull herself together before she goes inside, wiping her mascara off her cheeks, and brushing through her hair with her fingers.

She doesn’t feel like being a parent today, she wants to lay in bed and just be sad but she has four little humans who need her every second of the day and they’re more important than her moping.

Anne’s face gives away her concern when YN comes in, kissing each one of her children before disappearing upstairs to take off her makeup, change into a baggy shirt and cotton shorts before throwing her hair into a bun.

She holds her dress, in anger, she throws the expensive dress straight into the trash bin in their bathroom - it didn’t matter that it cost thousands, she never wanted to see it again.

Anne insists that she can stay to help but YN kindly declines, stating that she was okay, and didn’t need anything but appreciated it.

YN doesn’t know that Anne calls Harry, just to let him know that his wife seemed upset and wasn’t her usually bubbly self.

He automatically calls his wife, relieved when she answers but her tone is dull and hiding something, “Hi mama, you feeling okay? How was the lunch?”

“It was…uh, it was good,” YN hesitates and Harry can tell she’s not being truthful but doesn’t know why, “I’m just a bit tired, I guess.”

He didn’t have enough time to confront her because one of the coaches was calling him back into the field to continue.

“I’ll be home as soon as practice ends. I love you,” He reassures her, “The best mama and wife. You know that?”

YN’s voice sounds shaky when she responds, “I know.”

💗

When Harry gets home from practice, all the kids are settled in the living room watching a movie while YN cooked dinner - Briar was in his little swing in the kitchen with her, sleeping soundly.

“Hi mama, smells delicious,” Harry hums as he enters, after greeting all of his babies, and stepping over to stroke Briar’s cheek, “I was craving spaghetti, s’like you read my mind. I hate having weightlifting and practice in the same day. M’craving carbs.”

“Yeah, haven’t had it in a while,” YN replies a bit blandly, stirring the homemade sauce and not making an effort to look back at him.

“You cross with me? Have I done something?” Harry asks as he walks up behind her, kissing her shoulder and nuzzling at her neck - she wasn’t usually this distant unless he’d made a mistake.

“No,” She sighs, trying not to be frustrated but when she turns around he’s just in his shorts, his muscles rippled over his front, his abs twitching when she touches them and she was just so, “I was just thinking, will you help me work out?”

Harry’s brow furrows in confusion, his hands coming to cup hers and being them up to kiss them, “What like train you?”

YN shrugs, struggling to make eye contact, “Yeah, I can wake up in the morning with you and work out before the kids get up.”

He doesn’t seem sold by the idea, the playfulness in his tone dropping, “I get up so days at four am to work out. You need all the sleep you can with these four wild ones. Sleep is more important. Where’s this coming from?”

YN knows she’s being irrationally mad at him when she snaps, “If you won’t help me then I’ll just hire a personal trainer.”

Harry’s shoulders straighten up, understanding that something’s is definitely going on with his wife today and he needs to get to the bottom of it.

Very rarely did they fight. Very rarely did she snap like that so it was sending off alarm signals that something was very off.

“Why do you need to work out all the sudden?” Harry responds calmly, he didn’t get why she was so dead set on it.

“Harry, why are you acting like you don’t know?” YN raises her voice which was a rare occurrence usually saved for when Harry really fucked up - her jaw actually clenched.

“Because I don’t know what the bloody hell you’re talking about,” He chuckles in disbelief as he leans against the island countertop, “If you want to do that then we can but you’ll feel burnt out if you try to work out on top of having the babies all day and having to breastfeed Briar.”

YN ignores how her eyes prickle with frustration because she’s embarrassed to tell him what really happened today and how she’s been feeling.

He keeps talking, moving closer to her and trying to comfort her, “Plus, you just gave birth. The doctor said it takes nearly eighteen months for your body to fully heal.”

“Drain the pasta, please,” She says instead, looking away from him as she shuts off the knobs on the stove and takes the sauce off the heat with her back turned.

“Will you please tell me what’s going on?” Harry insists as he obliges, pouring the steaming pasta into the strainer in the sink, “I feel like I’m in the dark right now. And I can’t help if you don’t talk to me, mama.”

Just as YN begins to speak, Briar whimpers from her swing before it turns into a full blown wail - YN knows the infant is hungry.

“I have to feed her, will you get them settled with dinner?” She says instead of what she originally was going to but is already walking to unstrap the infant, scoop her up, and disappear out of the room.

Harry stares after her for a moment, he really really doesn’t understand what’s going on because it seems like more than just a bad day which his wife usually doesn’t even have.

And when she does, she typically doesn’t have a problem venting to him about what’s bothering her and letting him help her.

He doesn’t know whether it’s something he did or what was the cause of it and it breaks his fucking heart to see her struggling on her own.

That was his wife and it was his duty to take care of her above anything else.

Harry sits the other three down for dinner, serving and cutting up all their little plates of spaghetti and garlic bread.

“Where’s mama?” Ezra squeaks as he looks towards the kitchen expecting her to come out, she was never not at the dinner table.

“She’s busy with Briar, bubba,” Harry simpers as he cuts his pasta into more bite-sized mouthfuls before doing the same for the other two.

“I want mama to sit next t’me,” Cash announces as he anxiously waits to, barely focused on his food but more so wondering when his mom will come in.

When YN reappears a few minutes into dinner, Briar is calm and just looking around from where she’s nestled in a sling on her chest - suckling a binkie as she blinks heavily.

Harry notices that she doesn’t eat her dinner, just pushing the pasta around her plate without every really consuming any.

“Not hungry?” Harry asks softly as the kids giggle with spaghetti sauce smattered all over their cheeks and lips.

YN just shrugs and doesn’t answer him directly, distracts herself by taking a napkin and wiping of Ezra’s face as he tries to whine and wriggle away.

The rest of the night goes by quickly, only an hour and a half after dinner the kids are all getting their baths and getting tucked into bed - even Briar is in her nursery, fast asleep.

After making sure all the lights are turned off downstairs, Harry enters the bedroom to see YN closing the bathroom door - a clear sign that says don’t bother me.

Usually, the door is open so Harry knows that he can join in and share the shower with her before they wind down for bed.

That’s the typical routine every night.

He throat feels tight, a bit of anxiety settling in his chest because everything just feels off tonight, and he wants his wife to be happy and she just isn’t right now.

While he’s waiting on the bed, he decides to snag the laptop off the side table, and answer some business emails because he is letting anxiety build up enough in his chest it feels tight.

When he pulls up the browser, his brow furrows at the websites that are already pulled up and he does not like what he sees.

*‘Dr. Regallee - Mommy Makeovers Manhattan*’

‘What is a Mommy Makeover? Boobs, Butt, and Belly. All You Need To Know’

‘How To Lose Weight Post-Partum - 15 Calories Burning Tricks for New Moms!’

‘Recovery Time for The New Trend - Mommy Makeovers’

Now it makes sense.

The request to start working out, the personal trainer, the “Harry, why are you acting like you don’t know?”

He doesn’t know because every time he looks at his wife, he’s so fucking enamored and so fucking attracted to her that he goes stupid.

Her body is a fucking masterpiece that he would worship every second of the day, he loves it for a milllion different reason.

The body that housed all of his chunky babies that she’s grown to eight and nine pounds each time, coming out healthy and ready to thrive because her womb helped them develop so perfectly.

He doesn’t know what triggered this.

Occasionally, she’ll need a bit of reassurance that she looks good in an outfit or that she’s beautiful which he does everyday anyways.

She doesn’t get a minute to doubt Harry is attracted to her because he’s constantly trying to get in her pants.

It takes him half a second flat to get hard for her which she even will tease him about how easy he is for her.

Harry knew she must see herself differently because her body really didn’t look that different from before she had any babies back in college.

Sure, her chest was bigger right now because she was breastfeeding and her belly had a bit of skin from the amount it stretch during pregnancy but Harry would still be head over heels with her even if her body looked completely different after babies.

Harry can’t stand to think of her left alone in that shower without support, he tries the knob, and thankfully it’s not locked.

His brow furrows when he notices a pretty dress bunched up and shoved into a small waste basket - something YN typically wouldn’t ever do.

He’s shucking off his clothes and stepping into the shower, YN knows he’s there but she doesn’t move or react - her head is down and letting the hot water pour over her.

“Mama,” Harry murmurs carefully, turning her around and tugging her straight into his chest with firmness.

It makes his own eyes prick with tears when she begins sobbing into his chest, shoulders shaking, and she lets herself lean on him.

“I’m s-sorry,” She stutters out against his damp skin, “I shouldn’t have treated you like that earlier and it wasn’t fair.”

“Ssh,” Harry titters because that’s the last thing he cares about, “Mama, why on earth would you be looking up plastic surgery? You’ve never mentioned that before.”

YN shakes her head, keeping her face nuzzled into him, and telling him, “I still have a pouch of skin on my stomach, my tits aren’t as perky from the kids.”

“Has this been bothering you for a while?” He asks, wondering if he missed earlier signs she was struggling.

YN blinks up at him, sniffling and saying, “No, I-it really hasn’t. You always make me feel attractive. It’s, well, today just wasn’t good.”

Harry’s hand wanders down to palm at said pouch of skin and YN watches his facial expression carefully as he pets her.

“I don’t want you to regret the babies,” Harry whispers sadly, “I know you’ve sacrificed your body to give us kids and I have so much respect-“

“Hey, look at me,” YN moves her hand to his chin until he’s gazing a her, “Never ever do I regret having our children. I would destroy my entire body to make sure we had all of them. I-I normally love my body, what it has done, and how strong it is.”

“Then what brought this on the ?” He continues to caress her skin, her belly, the curve of her breasts, her sides, everywhere.

“It’s-I know it shouldn’t bother me,” YN’s sighs but it’s shakily with tears, getting upset again as she explains, “I went to lunch, you know? With the other wives and Kelsey made a comment about knowing a good personal trainer to get the baby weight off and then others added in about me looking into getting a mommy makeover.”

“Mama,” Harry huffs, trying too reign in his absolute fucking rage, “I’m so fuckin’ sorry that happened to you today. Those women are jealous miserable twats.”

“They said you’ll turn me in for a younger one,” YN tries to joke but Harry can see right past it as her cups her jaw and kisses her lips once, twice.

“Sweetheart,” Harry murmurs sweetly, “Sometimes I feel like you forget that you’re my person and that I’m only solely attracted to you. Literally not another person on this earth.”

YN giggles because it’s not that she forgets but she still feels normally insecurity.

“Even though my love for you isn’t reliant on your physical appearance, I’m fucking weak at the knees because of it. That little extra belly? I dream of biting it and sucking hickies into it. Your tits? I’ve never seen anything prettier in m’life except for your face.”

“I wasn’t going to really think about getting the surgery,” YN manages to finally crack a genuine smile as Harry’s cock brushes against her hip, hard and wet at the tip.

“If that’s something you really wanted, I would always support you with what you do to your body but I really hope you don’t think I’d ever want you to do that for me,” Harry‘s words end with a hiss when her hand comes to wrap around his length and give him a few tight strokes.

”I’m not sure what I did to deserve such a good husband, hm? The most amazing husband and dad to our bubs,” YN praises against his lips as he leans forward to kiss her but ends up moaning in her mouth when she thumbs over his slit.

”S’you, my love,” Harry slurs, horny and distracted as he kneels down to bite at her belly, sucking in deep bruises where she’s most self-conscious as his fingers dancing around her folds.

”Touch me, H,” YN whines as she slumps against the back wall, his index finger teasing her clit but no friction or pleasure, “Want you in me.”

”Mm, want to taste your pretty cunt first,” He responds, gripping her left leg and tugging it over his shoulder so she’s exposed, his fingers coming to part his folds to show where she’s puffy and wet for him, “Look at her, so fucking sexy.”

YN weaves her hand into his hair, pushing him towards her center and he goes willingly, lapping wide stripes from her back entrance to her clit, nipping at the hood before repeating it over and over again.

”Oh, I-fuck, m’coming,” YN tries to warn as he legs begin to shake but her words make him pull back and stand up, “Wha-“

”You’re gonna come on my cock,” Harry leaves no room for agreement as he lifts that leg again but now around his waist, his tip bumping at her entrance, ”You want me in? Want my cock? Tell me, sweetheart.“

”Harry,” She groans in frustration as the smooth tip teases her bud, “You know I want it. Want you to fuck me, c’mon.”

”Impatient,” He scolds but he’s guiding himself on, moaning loudly when he slides all the way into her warm heat, ”love the way you squeeze me. Give me it to me.“

YN doesn’t have to do much work, Harry’s thrusting into her at a harsh pace off the start, honestly they’re fucking like they’re still newly dating when they’re married with kids.

They know they’re on a limited time because one kid will need them and Harry is wasting no time in getting them both to topple off the edge.

-

As they’re drying off, the baby monitor begins to go off - signaling the Briar’s beginning to cry, she’s most likely hungry.

”I’ll go get her,” Harry says with a kiss to her cheek, ”Go get in bed and get comfortable. I’ll be back after I feed her.”

YN does change into her pajamas and crawls into bed but after a while, she doesn’t know where Harry is and starts to worry.

She slips out of bed and pads down to the nursery where the rooms empty, then down the stairs to the kitchen - empty, then she hears his voice echoing quietly through the hallway.

YN follows it until she’s at their office, the door crack, and she peeks in - Harry’s just in a pair of shorts, Briar cradled in the his arms - she’s suckling hungrily at the bottle he’s holding to her lips.

He has his cellphone tucked between his shoulder and ear, his face stoney and annoyed, “No. I am not calling to discuss the game tomorrow. I’m calling to discuss that your wife was completely out of line at lunch this afternoon.”

YN listen as Harry chews out his teammate for how his wife acted at dinner and how it was absolutely unacceptable and he better make sure nothing like that ever happens again.

YN can hear the man profusely apologizing for the embarrassing behavior of his wife but Harry doesn’t entertain it, only reminds him to talk to his wife and hangs up.

Harry is then looking down at his daughter, blinking up at him as she pats his face, and he coos, “Briar Anne, always going to stand up for your mama. Always going to show you how someone should treat their partner. “

YN turns around to go back upstairs, smile on her face, and tears in her eyes - it made her silly for feeling self conscious.

He always had her back.

[monimccoythings]

Under your Spell

This is during Arlong's time in the Sun Pirates, just a small oneshot. Warning: brief mention of nudity and slight sexual themes.

He hates you, that he knows it well.

You are a human, a vermin. An inferior species that has the guts to enslave his superior kind when it should be the other way around. You were raised to treat Fishmen with disdain and hate.

Yet you marvel at everything fishmen do, impressed with their strength, their underwater breathing skills and their durability.

It's all an act, he tells himself. You are trying to make them lower their guards by appealing to their egos. Well, it's not working on him. Because he's got you figured out.

It's not like he cares, because he doesn't care at all what a disgusting human like you think, but if you were going to admire fishman's superiority, he could be a prime example of that. Maybe you were too stupid to really notice.

He would watch you praise others and get this ugly bitter feeling inside his chest. He could easily crush you with one hand without breaking a sweat, out of all the crew, he was one of the strongest. And he was twice the fishman than any of them.

He didn't need your attention, he reminded himself. You are nothing but a tiny worm in a sea full of predators. Your smile may be bright like the sun but all he got was burns. He refused to stare at it for too long.

He can't wait for you to get out of this ship, and live your horrible human life, marry another horrible human and have horrible human spawn together. Yet he wanted to murder that human worker at the docks that was speaking to you too closely. But only because he smelled terrible and his dirty human smell would have lingered on you.

He had grown used to your scent, he didn't want anything tainting it or else he would have to get used to it all over again.

He wondered how you had singlehandedly managed to get nearly the entire fishmen crew wrapped around your finger. Couldn't they see that you were manipulating them? Surely you were a witch and had them trapped in one of your vile human enchantments.

He was stronger than that, he wouldn't fall for your charms like the others, he and his mates had built up resistance.

No resistance could have prepared him for what he saw that night.

It was very late, no one was supposed to be awake at that hour, just those keeping guard. And unfortunately, he was one of them.

He saw you moving quick and stealthily, like a shadow. He didn't trust it at all, so he decided to follow. Finally you were showing your true colors, you were going to betray them like the dirty coward you actually were. You just hadn't considered him being in your plans.

For a second, he thought he had lost you, then he caught a whiff of your scent coming from the baths. That was it, there was no escape from him there, no other place where you could run off to.

He quietly entered the room, ready to put an end to this charade once and for all. He just wasn't ready for what he found inside.

You. All of you.

There was literally nothing of you that he couldn't see.

He wondered how humans had managed to overpower fishmen for that long when their bodies looked so soft and squishy.

He felt blood rush into his head and other certain parts of his body. He clenched his teeth. What an embarrasment he was, getting aroused by a human being. Yet he couldn't stop looking at your naked body. How softly you hummed while you filled the giant tub with water, how delightfully perky the curve of your ass was when you leaned in to turn off the water. His pants tightened. Who the fuck took baths at 3 AM??? Why couldn't you do it in the middle of the day where everyone knew where you were and he didn't have to follow you around like a creep??

You moaned with pleasure when the warm water made contact with you skin. His hold on the kiribachi tightened to the point of nearly breaking it and his hips subconsciously buckled. He needed to get out of there. NOW.

His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. As he tumbled through the hallways of the ship, your soft moans echoed in his mind like a broken record. It was taunting him. The image of you naked in that bath haunted him everywhere he looked. He couldn't erase it from his memory.

His breath came out in short pants. He cursed you, he cursed himself, he cursed this whole damned ship that had rescued you from slavery.

He felt like he was going crazy, like he had been infected with some illness. You had barged into his mind and were slowly consuming him from the inside. There was no escaping you, you had planted your seed inside him and now it was blooming.

There was nothing he could do now. He too had fallen under your spell.

[justyouraverageficwriter]

I Know What You Did

Mina x M Reader

Genre: Shorts, One Shot(?), Smut

WC: 1887

You're getting your ass kicked by some demi-god/Valkyrie boss in a game you recently bought. Her waterfowl dance always fucks you up. It's getting a bit annoying; your pride is really hurting. Your girlfriend beat the hell out of this boss in just a couple of tries, why can't you? It's already 1 AM, you've been playing ever since you got home from work and you're still on the same boss. It's not because you're a bad boyfriend, that you don't allocate time for her. It's because your girlfriend is Mina Sharon Myoui, and she is still filming for the group's new song.

After another You Died screen, you ultimately decided to resign for the night. You reach out for your phone to send Mina a text message, to let her know you'll be sleeping. Before you could type something, you received a text from her that she is coming down. Yes, you live a couple of floors below the units where Twice members live. The message took you by surprise, she never marched into your unit without asking if you are okay with it first. Also because she didn't even let you know that she got home already. A minute later, your door swings open and there she is. She is really beautiful even if you can see that she's tired after a long day.

You automatically lock yourselves to a hug. She smells heavenly even after her schedule. Mina looks up at you, as if she is studying your face. You return the gesture, giving her a smile. Its public knowledge that she is ethereal, elegance personified. The streaks of highlights on her hair really suits her.

Then a kiss. You knew it was gonna happen eventually. Her lips are soft and sweet, a fitting description of her as well; the other side of her to be specific. The kiss transforms into a sensual one, it's still sweet but it also is wet as your tongues slip inside each other's mouths.

"You are not that tired, huh?"

"Just shut your mouth and make love to me." She cuts you off with a kiss at the first movement of your mouth in a failed attempt to reply to her.

Mina unzips the oversized jacket she is wearing over the outfit she was shooting with today. It is more conservative compared to the black ones but it's Mina and her exposed midriff, it's more than enough for you to lose your mind. Besides she has been sending you pictures earlier while at work in this very outfit, some images are a little slutier than usual. For your own eyes only.

"I have been wanting your cock already even during the shoot." It seems all that slutiness was all part of the plan.

She takes off your shorts and underwater in one single stroke. Your already hard dick whips up, standing proudly. She wants it right then and now, skip all that foreplay. Mina is quick to get a hold of it and pumps it with her soft hands. Her handjob is perfect, the pace was spot on and her thumb is fiddling with your tip slathering your precum all around. Sharon really came out to play tonight and is filled with lust.

Of course something inside you snapped, it's impossible to keep being gentle amidst all the pleasure. Your hands land on her fat ass, cupping them through her safety shorts. It is super jiggly and soft and you're giving it a slap every now and then. The contact of the slaps makes her whimper, adding to the ever growing sexual tension. The kiss deepens in lust, the tongues dance, the occasional lip bites. You take off her green sleeves to expose more of her. Obviously, you want more.

Her light blue top is sinful on its own, it hugs her body so well. Mina is absolutely sexy, too hot for her own good. The curve of her waist, her perky tits pushed up by her top, her insane abs. It's a view everywhere you look. You slip out of the kiss to enjoy the scene for a moment before busying yourself by licking and kissing her exposed chest.

"Fuck me now babe, I want you so bad." She's too horny to complete her sentence the way she started it.

"Beg for it."

"Please fuck me, I need your cock deep inside me. Please?" She can be really persuasive.

Of course you will, who will deny her? Besides, you have your pent up frustration to the game you're playing and this is the perfect way to let it all out. You hook your fingers to the hem of her safety shorts and easily take them off, it looks like the belt is really just for aesthetics. You lift her and place her on the nearest table. Finding the perfect spot between her creamy thighs, you align yourself to her already dripping wet entrance.

Then two become one. She gasps at the first entry. Mina has been craving obviously and you finally inside her is the best vindication, the perfect solution. You could not stop yourself from fucking roughly, you're overwhelmed with lust. However, judging by her moans she would not have it any other way.

"You're so big baby. It feels so good, please don't stop."

"Your pussy is so tight Mina." Indeed it is, you still can't get used to it.

"Fuck me like that, please, ahhhhh!" Her voice is full of pleasure, needy at the same time.

You continue to move your hips, sliding your dick in and out in a steady rhythm obliging her needs. The slick sounds of sex and slapping flesh heightens all senses. Throw in the dirty talk and profanities you both utter in the mix, it's an absolute carnal scene. Her skirt is obstructing the view of your lovemaking but somehow it adds to the thrill.

Mina's arms on the back supporting her position to keep herself upright ultimately give in to the pleasure as she completely lays down the table. You adjust yourself to fuck her comfortably, not wanting to slow down your pace. She is a mess under you, a beautiful mess though. Arms reaching out to the edge of the table on top of her head while moaning ragged and breathless. She is getting close to her climax; it is evident in her tightening walls.

"I'm going to cum baby. Don't stop, don't you dare stop."

Those were her last words before her orgasm drowns her. Her legs wrapped around you to keep you inside as she rides her high. Mina is glistening, skin flushed pink with sweat, eyes half lidded. It is obvious that she enjoyed the sex you have given her, full of satisfaction getting what she wants and how she wanted it. Slow to get up, you help her to sit back straight. You kiss her, she is just so irresistible.

"Let's get you finished up." She climbs down the table and turns around, offering her behind.

"I know you want it this way." All smiles, seductive and provoking.

"Slut!" The word slips out your mouth.

"As if you don't want it."

"Fuck you Sharon!" She is right though. You always want to fuck her from behind if there is a chance.

"That's right, fuck me!"

You raise her skirt and is absolutely amazed by how full her peach is, even if you've seen it many times. Her body is a complete wonderland. Diving inside her pussy from behind is a different kind of pleasure. The view of her bouncing ass makes the fuck much more lustful, primal and instinct driven. You watch as your dick disappears from view, hidden by her jiggling behind and inside her hot tight insides.

"Yeesss! Oh my God, you fuck so good baby." Mina lets out a loud moan.

"You're such a slut Sharon." Whispering in her ear.

"Yes baby! Sharon's a big slut for you."

"I know! I bet you're all wet thinking of me while shooting your music video." You tease her while continuing to fuck her pussy.

"Yup I'm so horny, I touched myself in the dressing room just to get by."

You mentally shake your head in disbelief, you know you have this effect in Mina but it's news to you that she's capable of masturbating at work.

"Damn what will the staff say if they know about your adventures." You hold her hips against your thrusts to reach deeper inside. Mina is panting and moaning your name in response validating your actions. Her back arches as she reaches for your lips. Eyes fixed on you, struggling to keep it open in the middle of all the fucking.

"It's your fault baby, making me crave for your dick always."

It was all you need to hear. You're now fighting for dear life to last a little longer.

"I'm cumming Sharon."

"Cum inside me baby, empty yourself inside me."

The pace is now increasing but uneven, as much as you want to chase your orgasm you want to last as long as possible, her pussy is a goddamn paradise.

"Give it to me, please!"

Her words ultimately lead to your end as you explode inside her, shooting ropes of cum, emptying yourself and letting it all go.

"Fuck baby, you're so fucking good." You whispered again in her ears. Panting and still catching both of your breaths, you turn her around and corral her on your arms.

"It's because you fuck so good." She smiles as she obviously had her fill of what she came for.

"It looks like we ruined your outfit." You noticed her outfit has become disheveled after your rough fuck.

"These are expensive; it's going to cost you."

"You're the one who barged her uninvited though."

She smiles at the fact.

"I'll let it slide this time. And, don't make it look like you are against the idea." Sticking out her tongue to tease.

"You're mine." You know it is more than just a statement. It's a claim of ownership. "I know what you and Sana did."

You obviously want to explain but she kissed you to shut you up. She has been doing that tonight.

"I don't want to hear your explanation. I know Sana can be really irresistible."

You're guilty as charged. There's no use in denying it.

"Are you mad at me?"

"I would not be here begging for your dick if I am. I'm here to show you that I can be a slut too."

"I'm sorry Mina, I promise I will not be seduced again."

"I don't care if you fuck her again, as long as it just stays as that. I'm just afraid if you develop feelings for her."

"My heart belongs to you, yours alone."

There is silence after your words. Both of you stayed there in each other's arms. She notices the screen of the game you're playing still on. A welcome distraction.

"I'll help you beat that boss later, come with me for a shower first. Show me how you and Sana spend a shower together."

You realize she knows everything that you and Sana did. You are absolutely shocked and amazed at the same time.

"Did Sana tell you every detail?"

"Nope! That's why I wish you could show me."

__________________

A/N: Should I continue the story? :D Thanks for reading as always.

[stonedlilac]

TW• Kidnap, CNC, electrical play, forced submission, intox play

Standing over you I peer down at you, almost admirably, watching your slowed breaths rise and fall. Your bare stomach exposed and your breasts perky, nipples hardening from the chill overtaking the room. You may be calm and at peace now but it won't be long before that'll change. When you wake fear will take over and you'll look just absolutely stunning.

The liquid trazadone I injected into your neck is doing a really good job at keeping you sedated. It really wasn't long before you fell into my arms, I only had to keep you quiet for a couple minutes. That was easy. You're so small and frail, after all. And I've been watching you, darling. I know quite a bit about you...

You start to stir, first your fingers begin to flex, your hands weakly opening and closing, your eyes haven't even opened yet. I chuckle softly to myself, watching you come to very slowly. Your eyes slowly open, glazed over and dazed. You've been set up in such a way squirming would do you absolutely no good. I've hidden myself in a place where I can watch you but you can't see me.

You begin to pull at the metal binds holding your hands flat, you've been bent over, on your knees, your arms separated on each side, laying in a metal support. The metal binds hold your feet down and spread to the floor. Your head lays in another support, keeping your back straight and arched, exposing all of you to me.

The struggling does nothing but make you realize a doubled strap is stuffed tightly in your ass and cunt, attached to another pillar. You jerk forward, a pained moan overfilling from your lips. But the straps are so big they fill you no matter how far you tilt forward.

Thats not the most enjoyable part, though. Attached to your cunt are metal clasps, screwed tightly- spreading your lips and exposing your stuffed hole. Every time you pull forward those clasps pull your cunt, and because they're bolted shut they don't let go. This causes you to scream, shoving your cunt and ass backwards- taking the full length of the straps. A pained expression crosses your face but you stay still. Taking in everything you can with the limited movement you're given.

Suddenly a machine powers up in front of you, someone is here. You wince, your cunt tightening against the strap- your lips clenching and hugging it. That's when another strap, clearly controlled by remote is slowly brought towards your lips. You're unable to move, unable to get away- the strap pushes against your teeth, painfully. You have no choice but to open your mouth.

When you do the strap fills your throat in no time, staying there. You gag, painfully, struggling the most you can muster, you start to feel your breath shorten as you panic. Your face flushed, tears running down your face and drool dripping down to your tits. Slowly the strap starts to mechanically reverse, shining and wet from your spit. It stops just at the tip of your lips and you gasp around it, trying to gather as much air as you can.

You hear a switch click but have little time to react as the strap shoves its way down your throat again. Speeding up the machine throat fucks you. That's when you hear another machine start up. This one sounds bigger, scarier. The straps shoved in your cunt and ass start to rhythmically move in and out of your holes, one after another, picking up speed.

I'm still watching you, hearing your struggled gags, gasps and moans, they have made me soaked. But I'm not here to hear that. I'm here to make you scream. I flip another switch, furrowing my brow as you helplessly get ruined by machines I built special for you. Suddenly you stiffen and buck against the binds. Ah, it's working my pet.

Feeling the straps penetrate every single hole, you hear a final switch. Suddenly vibrations start to run through every single thing touching you. But these vibrations aren't pleasant and you can tell. They increase and you feel your whole body tense, you let out a pained, gagged scream. Electricity. There's electricity running theough every single metal piece attached to you. It stops and you go limp against your binds, the straps still working their way inside your holes, pace quickening even more. You begin to feel your cunt and ass tighten against the straps brutally fucking your holes. You scream wet moans through the strap fucking your throat. You're going to cum... you're being so brutally violated and yet you're still going to cum.

The machine picks up its speed even more, the sounds of your wet cunt filling the room, your gags becoming uncontrollable as they mingle with moans. Your body tenses and the strap filling and emptying your cunt turns a creamy white as your cum drips all over it. But I'm nowhere near done with you yet. I flick your favorite switch and I see your body tense another time, don't worry the shocks won't kill you, they'll just give you the best orgasm of your life. I click the strap penetrating your throat off and it slows down until it's shoved deep down your throat, cutting off most of your air. I want you dazed and woozy, my prey. The strap in your ass and cunt pounds in and out of you, your holes gaping and dripping from how hard you came the first time. I smirk to myself, watching you become absolutely strap dumb. The clamps parting your pussy give me exactly the view I want as the machine controlled strap pumps in and out of your hole.

I want to see how loud you can get. I flip a few switches and the straps penetrating your mouth and ass fall out. Now you're just a hooked breeding whore for me to use. I flip another switch and the strap in your pussy goes faster than you've ever felt. You lean forward, the clamps pull your cunt even further apart as tears boil over and drip down your face. You're screaming and moaning, the pleasant sounds filling the room as your wet cunt takes every inch. You cum, hard. Screaming and writhering against the machine, moans desperate and short. I smile to myself, silently turn away from you and make my way up the stairs. The machines still going, your screams penetrating the room worse than the strap is penetrating you. I flip one last switch on my way out, the light.

Placed in front of you is a full body length mirror. I want you to watch yourself get destroyed while I go rest. You see, you claim you can't be broken but this is only night one and you're already a screaming, panting mess. Easier to break than I thought, my prey. And you haven't even felt me yet...

[z0r0z]

Back at it again with the small titty reader headcanons, this time for my most perfect specialest boy. The Ace brainrot is SO strong right now, he's literally the prettiest boy ever and he's on my mind 24/7 these days. Hope you all enjoy ♡

Content: afab flat chest reader, s*x mentions, groping mentions, slight exhib, mention of dirty pics

⤹ Ace thinks you are literally perfect- like, an actual angel sent to him from above. From the moment he saw you he knew he wanted to be with you. After a long day of doing important commander things, you're his much needed little treat. Every inch of you is just a little slice of heaven to him, and of course that includes your boobs.

⤹ Wasted absolutely no time trying to romance you, always finding an excuse to get you away from everyone else to have some one to one time with you. Whether it was overly cutesy picnic dates or simply a stroll with you on an island you'd stopped at. The guy was TRY HARDING sooo much, but it worked!

⤹ He just can't hide how much he loves you!! He's very physically affectionate so you can expect lots of hugs and smooches no matter where you are. He wants the world to know you're his. Also has lots of cute little nicknames for you and gets pouty as fuck if someone else uses them.

⤹ When you're feeling insecure about your chest size he almost wants to cry cos how can you not see how beautiful you are? In private he'll tug your shirt up and kiss your titties, showering you in compliments. 'You're so sexy, cutie,' he'll tell you, gesturing to the growing mound in his trousers, 'see? that's proof.'

⤹ He thinks your tits are just as perfect as you are and he wouldn't change them for the WORLD. Not only just because they're attached to you- he does really love how perky and cute they are. He also loves that you almost never wear bras cos he likes the easy access.

⤹ Doesn't care what people say about him but will literally go on the WARPATH if someone is rude to you. If he doesn't fuck them up then and there, they can say goodbye to their house because Ace is probably going to burn it to the ground later. He always wants to protect the people he cares about, even if he takes it too far sometimes.

⤹ Gets horny way too easily and has absolutely no qualms about playing with your titties at any time, any place, with permission of course. You'll be sat in his lap at a bar, and when everyone around is too drunk to notice, his hands will slither up your shirt. He'll take your petite breasts in his large hands, rolling your nipples and leaving sloppy bites on your neck as you whine. After a minute he can't stop himself and he has to take you somewhere private to fuck you dumb.

⤹ LOVES LOVES LOVES when you send him naughty photos of yourself. Sometimes he has to go away for a while, being a commander and all, so having some quality content to enjoy while he can't be with you is absolutely a must have. When he comes back he's gonna make up for all that lost time in the bedroom, show you how much he missed you.

[chaotic-super]

Joining The Superfriends - 24

Read it on AO3 here!

The group stumble to their feet, the alarms kicking their asses into gear and raising their adrenaline levels, getting them ready for what might just be the fight of their lives.

“Alright, let’s pull up footage from all over the city, let’s see what we’re dealing with and everyone, look perky, we’ve got to be ready for anything so I don’t give a damn if you feel like your brain is going to slide out of your ears, that’s your fault for drinking so much last night.” Alex starts directing them, using her prior experience at the DEO to start controlling the situation.

Lena jumps into action, rushing to the computer to start pulling up footage from all around the city, just as Brainy and J’onn come rushing in. Brainy joins Lena and starts helping her out as much as he can, using scanners they have built into the tower to try and take a look at what’s going on.

The footage is pulled up quickly and transferred onto the bigger screen in the Tower and what they see takes their breaths away.

“Oh shit.” Alex gasps. “That’s not the kind of spider I was expecting.”

“Well, that’s a pretty loose interpretation of a spider.” Lena quips, staring at what appears to be some kind of giant ship with several long legs shooting down from it as it hovers over the city.

The ‘legs’ don’t reach the ground, the entire thing hovering. From the bottom of each long mechanical-looking tube that resembles a leg, hundreds of forms are exiting the ship, flying off and dispersing across the city.

They look like robot forms, the shape inherently human except for an extra set of arms on the sides of them.

“There are hundreds of them.” Lena gasps.

“I’d say thousands.” Kara chimes in. “I think you can forget whatever you had on your list that can kill spiders because that’s not your average house spider.”

“Gee, you think?” Alex says, sarcasm dripping from her voice. “Everyone, suit up, we need to get out there. Lena, what are they doing?”

Lena moves through all of the available footage, watching where the robots go and trying to figure out their intent. “It looks like, for now, they are just dispersing, they are spreading across the city and then just hovering around but for how long, I don’t know. I have a bad feeling about it all though.”

“Me too.” Alex activates her Hand of The Soldier gauntlet, her suit materializing in an instant. “I think this is going to be very, very bad. Let’s start evacuating people and sending them out of the city or at least get as many people as we can inside. Civilian lives are the priority here.”

“Agreed.” Kara’s suit activates, in turn, the nanobots spreading across her body and replacing her normal clothes with her Supergirl regalia. “I’ll take the west side by the waterfront and start guiding people to safety, Alex, why don’t you start here and work your way out? J’onn and Nia can start from the busier areas and work from there.”

“Sounds good,” Alex replies. “Give me a lift?”

Kara nods and then moves to press a kiss on Lena’s cheek. “Be safe.”

“You too.”

Kara smiles then uses her superspeed to grab Alex and dive off of the balcony, landing on the sidewalk across the road. “You be safe as well.”

“As safe as I can be,” Alex promises. “No being a hero.”

Kara doesn’t make any promises.

“Kara?” Alex calls after her as she jets off. She rolls her eyes in annoyance. Her sister is going to be the death of her. “Such a brat.”

Lena watches them from her spot in front of the computer and does the same when J’onn and Dreamer head out too. Kelly gets ready to leave too, running off to get changed and hopping back into the room a few minutes later, still trying to shove her feet into her boots. “It’s so unfair that they can get changed so fast.”

Lena snickers as Kelly runs into the elevator and repeatedly presses the button for the ground floor. Her attention quickly falls back to what she was doing, mostly just watching what the robots are doing.

They are still dispersing, more and more of them with every second that passes, and then just hovering over streets and buildings, flying around until they reach a spot they like and standing still. Lena has to give it to Lex, these robots are well programmed, they move efficiently and obviously have collision aversion software because they haven’t even come close to hitting anything.

She focuses her eyes on the screen that shows Kara out on the west side of the city. She can see her directing people inside and talking with families who then pack themselves up into their cars and start driving towards the city borders. She can see the highway leading out of the city filling up with more and more cars, traffic backing up and she doesn’t need audio to know that there are a lot of car horns blaring from that stretch of road.

Everyone works quickly and as efficiently as they can and Lena is astounded at the speed in which the team manages to control the crowds on the street, ushering everyone either inside or to leave the area. For the most part, people are getting in their cars and driving away, entire districts emptying in a matter of minutes, all the while being watched by the robots.

Lena has to say, she would expect something more sinister from Lex than waiting for people to leave. She would have thought that he would purposefully attack while everyone is still in the city so they would be too distracted trying to protect civilians to properly fight against his robots but then again, he’s always had a big ego so it wouldn’t shock her if he thought so much of himself that he doesn’t think they will win, even if they do have their heads in the game.

Then, there’s movement.

“Supergirl, I’ve got robots moving half a mile to your six.”

“Copy that.”

Lena tracks Kara’s journey down to the robots through the footage, using traffic cameras and CCTV to closely monitor everything she can.

Kara stops just short of where the robots are moving but they aren’t moving the way she expected them to be when Lena said they had broken out of their stationary state. They aren’t whizzing about or even floating around aimlessly, no, their arms are turning, the hands, which have fingers and all, are unlatching, slitting in the middle and the casing being pulled back into the wrists, revealing instead the barrel of some kind of weapon.

“Their hands have guns in them!” Kara calls through her comms to the others. “Everyone be careful.”

Kara hears a barrage of inventive swears in response.

“Supergirl, if you can bring me one, I might be able to use it to take down the weaponry of all of them, there’s a good chance they are hive mind similar to the bugs before.”

“You got it.” Kara flies closer to one of the robots from behind, the green casing of the robot getting clearer as she gets closer, the metal shiny and solid. Her hands pin its arms to its side, the top set of arms trapping the bottom set. She’s just about to take off towards Lena with it in her grasp when its head turns around, its body still facing the other way, until it’s eye to eye with her.

Its previously white-lit eyes change colour to a sickly yellow-green and then the body turns, shaking out of Kara’s grip with ease. The arms pull up and in a matter of milliseconds the four arms are pointed at her chest and a laser beam of pure kryptonite is shot into her chest.

It sends her careening back through the air, her chest exploding in pain and her veins filling up with the substance that hurts her the most. Her limbs paralyze with the pure, unadulterated agony of being hit with the kryptonite and thus, she starts to fall.

“Supergirl!” Kara hears Lena’s voice ring out through her earpiece as she begins to drop.

The further from the robot she gets, the more the pain lessens and as such, as she is nearing the ground in what would be a catastrophic crash, she manages to just about tuck her legs beneath her and thrust upwards, flying up just enough to stop her ending up becoming one with the concrete below. “I’m good.” She gasps. “They have kryptonite.”

“Supergirl, retreat back to the Tower!” Alex demands. “It’s not safe for you out here!”

“But—”

“That’s an order, Supergirl!” Alex gives her no chance to argue.

Kara sighs. She doesn’t want to leave the team out here to deal with the robots on their own but realistically, she knows she can’t stay out here. She’ll be no help to anyone if she’s just going to get shot out of the sky over and over again. “On my way back to you, Eagle One.”

“Copy that, Supergirl. Don’t dawdle.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Kara looks up to see the robot that shot her has gone back to its original position, arms still armed but its eyes turned back to white. Odd. She takes off back to Lena. She might not be any help out here but she can see if Lena needs a hand with anything, maybe she can help her out with figuring out how to stop these metal assholes, she might not have a good handle on how human technology works at times but she knows about alien technology and that’s got to count for something.

Lena watches the little dot tracking Kara’s movements travel closer and closer to her with bated breath, worried that she’ll be shot at again before she manages to get there safely but soon enough, Kara flies in through the balcony and Lena can breathe again.

Kara joins her at her side. “What can I do to help from here.”

“Activate the Tower’s security system. If they have kryptonite, we can’t risk any of them getting inside.”

“What about the others?”

“They can still get in from the office downstairs with DNA scanners. Kara, this is for your safety.”

“I can’t just sit and hide, Lena. I have to be doing something.”

Lena walks over to a new panel she recently installed on the wall just beside all of the buttons that summon all of the other heroes on Earth and opens it up, activating the security system herself since Kara is very obviously not about to do it.

Kara follows her like a lost puppy. “Lena?”

“Kara, I need you to be patient. I’ve been working on something for you to protect you from kryptonite but I’ve only got the blueprints done, it would take hours to actually get it made. I can set J’onn’s Martian technology on it so it starts making it but it will take a few hours. Can you wait that long without complaining until my ears bleed?”

Kara’s face lights up. “You should have led with that. Let’s get it going.”

“Good. I can go and do that, watch over the monitors and the team, watch their backs and guide them when you need to.”

“You got it, boss.” Kara grins, practically skipping over to the computers.

“Oh and let the rest of the team know you’re back and the Tower has gone into lockdown.”

Kara does exactly as she’s told, using her superspeed to flick through all of the footage available to her to get eyes on the full team with pride sitting warmly in her heart at how well they are doing at evacuating everyone and getting those that refuse to leave to somewhere they can at least take cover. “I’m back at the Tower, guys, Lena has activated the security system so the only entrance is downstairs and you’ll have to use the DNA scanner to open the door.”

“Thank god.” Alex mumbles. “Stay safe, Kara.”

“I second that,” J’onn adds.

“Third.” Nia chimes in.

“Fourth.” There’s laughter in Kelly’s voice as she adds to the conversation.

“Fif—” Brainy tries to say.

“Shut up!” Kara snaps. “I don’t like you guys.”

“Love you too.” Alex chuckles.

Kara ignores them all after that, focusing instead on keeping track of the robots’ movements, flipping through each and every frame of footage they have and setting her sights on the ship using the pieced-together angles to try and figure out the schematics of the ship, mapping out any possible entrances or weak spots.

“Hey, J’onn?”

“I’m here.” J’onn responds.

“Can you get me sights on the top of the ship?”

J’onn finishes up the small group of people left on the block he’s working on evacuating and then flies up over the top of the ship, keeping a safe distance but also getting close enough he can get a good look. “I see it.”

“Can you get me pictures?”

A few moments later she’s receiving almost a dozen pictures of the top of the ship, all from different angles. “Thanks, J’onn. You’re free to get back to what you were doing before. Thanks for the assistance.”

“Anytime.”

From the photos she has and the CCTV footage, Kara uses her underused art skills and her superspeed to create an amazing art piece, one mapping out the ship and the parts of it she recognizes, marking out where the filtration system is, engines, front, back, hull, anything she can figure out.

Lena strolls in, her sneakers squeaking against the polished floor as she does because she’s speedwalking, all too aware of how much they have got to do and how little time they have because sooner or later, those robots are going to start destroying things because of course they will, they literally have guns built into their arms. “Ok, that’s going to take a while, it says it will be complete in a couple of hours.”

“Hours?” Kara looks up at her, eyes wide enough to display her icy blue eyes nicely.

“Yes, hours. I can’t control how long it takes and it’s a very detailed piece of equipment, as you can imagine it would be.” Lena pins her gaze onto Kara’s. “How are you doing with keeping track of everyone?”

“Good. I’ve made a diagram of the ship. I’m going to try and map out the robots too if I can from the footage.” Kara holds up her drawings.

Lena takes it from her. “Wow. This is actually really helpful. Yeah, do the robots next.”

She pulls out the large pinboard and whiteboard from where they are stored at the side of the room, attaching the pictures to the pinboard and marking out more parts of the ship that she recognises that Kara didn’t.

“I can see three weaker spots just from this picture but this ship is complicated. This part on the top you marked as filtration, that’s a dud. You can tell because there are these slots over on the side that is the real filtration system because they work better with the kind of engine on it, the top ones must be a trap of some kind or a dud to stop us trying to take it out. Lex has made this ship like this to make it harder for us to take him down.”

“Too bad he doesn’t give us enough credit for how utterly brilliant we are.”

Lena snorts. “Your ego never fails to amaze me.”

“I’d say confidence, not ego.”

“Whatever you say, Supergirl.”

Kara shakes her head. They are about to get into the biggest fight they have been forced into, and her team is picking on her. It’s probably nerves but it definitely feels like she’s gotten the short end of the stick.

She refocuses back on what she’s been told to do, making a diagram of the robots, adding in the details she noticed when she got up close and personal with the one that very kindly shot her with kryptonite. She’s naming that one Jerkface.

Lena occasionally nudges her aside, taking over the CCTV screens to look closer at certain situations or areas so she can give the team a nudge in the right direction. “It looks like traffic is moving well, it’s not the quickest but a lot of people have crossed the city lines now, it seems as though most people are heading for Central City.

“Good, how long do you think it will be before everyone willing to leave is out?”

“Not sure, soon though, probably within the hour. It helps that a lot of the alien population already left, that’s a lot less work for the team.”

“Good point, although, I didn’t take Lex to be someone that would let people get out of the city. I thought that he would want to cause as much damage as he possibly can with little regard for anyone else.”

Lena’s shoulders sag. “I know, I don’t know what he’s planning but chances are, it’s really bad if he’s letting people evacuate first. It might be a ploy to reduce the number of emergency services that will ultimately get sent this way. The fewer people here, the less backlash he’ll get.”

“Maybe,” Kara says, lost in thought as she takes a green pencil lying around, one that is from Esme’s pencil set but never got put away properly, and then she colours in the drawing of the robot. “I’m just about done with the front. I’ll start working on the back now.”

Lena takes the drawing and goes to hang it up and finds herself staring at it, her eyes more alight with recognition than they were when she first saw the robots, at first she just cared that they were there but now, seeing the details, she knows she’s seen them before.

“They’re Lexo-suits.”

“They’re what now?”

“Lexo-suits. It’s from a project Lex has been working on for years. They were originally designed to be sent out to warzones to help people, give them first aid and such. They were originally meant to help people, I even worked on some of the components before other projects came up through Luthor Corp and he took over the project completely. I couldn’t possibly tell you what kind of modifications he could have added given how long it’s been since I’ve worked on them.”

Kara closes her eyes, making a point to take several deep breaths. “So you’re telling me that these robots are actually something called Lexo-suits and they are extremely advanced and will be really hard to fight?”

Lena hesitates briefly. “Yeah…”

“Great. That’s just…great.”

Lena looks down, her fingers entwining with each other nervously. “I’m sorry.”

Kara steps towards her, a hand falling onto Lena’s and stopping their anxious wriggling. “Hey, don’t apologise, none of this is your fault and I will tell you that as many times as I have to in order to make you believe it.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Lena clasps her hand onto Kara’s too, sharing the moment before snapping herself out of it and getting back to work. “Um, can you keep watch a minute? I’m going to write down what I remember of the old versions of the Lexo-suit just in case it helps.”

“You got it.” Kara sits down on the stool in front of the monitor and as she’s flipping through, she sees Brainy rounding a small group of aliens into a building. “Wait, when did Brainy head out? I thought he would stay in here and help you.”

“He’s going to come back when the city has been evacuated. He left not long after you. You’ve been in here for a while now, is this the first time you noticed?”

Kara shrugs, pulling a face only a guilty person could manage.

She’s vaguely aware of Lena just off to her side. She’s working on her lists dutifully, adding notes to the pictures Kara drew not long ago and it spurs Kara to quickly do the drawing of the back of the suit so Lena can have that too.

Lena gasps when she sees the back. “Yes! He hasn’t changed the thrust system. If I can come up with a countermeasure, I can ground the lot of them, that will at least make them easier to fight.”

Kara grins at the excitement in Lena’s voice, the pure joy of making a difference. “Good job, smarty-pants.”

A pencil hits her back but she pays it no mind, the smile dropping off her face. “Shit, they’re moving.”

Lena drops what she’s doing and races to her side to see what Kara means. Kara wordlessly points to one specific live feed. One that shows they are all converging in certain areas, moving in what looks to be a well-practised manoeuvre.

“Where are they going?” Lena mumbles, clicking in and out of different sets of camera footage.

Kara watches her and it clicks for her before it does for Lena, her hand gently moving Lena’s out of the way so she can confirm the theory she prays is wrong. “They’re going for the team.”

“Guys, the Lexo-suits are all heading your way so take cover, we don’t know what they are planning. If it gets too much, retreat back to the Tower, don’t be heroes, get back safely.”

“Copy.”

“Copy.”

“Copy.”

“Copy.”

Kara and Lena can’t do anything but take their word for it and trust them to make the right choices, a task that Kara would usually find much easier knowing she’s out there fighting with them but is a thousand times harder when she’s just sitting on the sidelines.

“How much longer before I can go out there?” She questions when she sees Dreamer taking cover behind a truck, spying on the Lexo-suits as they fly by searching for her.

With a glance at her phone, Lena grimaces. “Another hour at least. Don’t do anything stupid, you’d just be someone they have to protect if you try.”

“I know,” Kara whispers. “I just wish there was something I could do to help them.”

Lena places a hand on her shoulder, a comforting weight to hopefully make her feel at least a little better when there’s nothing she can really say.

Both of their eyes shoot over to the monitors as they begin to shake and for a moment, they think something is wrong with them but when they realize it’s not just the monitors but everything, they panic.

The ground beneath their feet vibrates and things fly off surfaces, everything falling and making the room look as chaotic as they feel inside. “What the hell is going on?” Kara calls over the noise of lamps and things smashing onto the floor.

Lena claws her way up to look at the camera feed and finds that half of them are down, either destroyed completely, the feed gone, or the area around them so dust-filled that it’s impossible for them to see anything.

“Guys, come in! Give me a verbal signal you’re alright.” Kara calls through the comms, her throat suddenly feeling tight which makes her voice come out strained.

There’s no response from the other end, none of them answering her.

“Guys?”

“Can anyone hear me?” Lena tries when Kara gets no response from anyone.

Lena doesn’t get any response either so while Kara flicks through the few remaining cameras in search of their team, Lena gets out her laptop and starts trying to track them and looks up the comm status for each person.

“Their comms are still live but the connection has been disrupted by something. Trackers are moving, Kara, they’re moving, they’re alive, we just can’t speak to them anymore.”

“Where are they?”

Lena refocuses on the trackers. “J’onn is moving fast, he must be flying, I think he’s rounding up the team. Can you see anything on the cameras?”

Kara can’t see anything on the cameras they have except one thing. Destruction. Whole buildings are half demolished and cars sit as nothing but burnt crumpled wrecks, all within a short space of time. She can just about make out the shape of the countless Lexo-suits zooming their way through the air and using their arm blasters to hit anything they see, seemingly random.

It’s not random though, Kara notes, they’re hitting any building that is important to the city, she guesses to make the city unliveable, supermarkets, banks, schools even, everything is getting destroyed. Several office buildings are taken down and those that are too strong to fall, every window is shattered and in places, are beginning to burn from the blasts.

The civilians that decided not to evacuate appear to be switching their opinions now, running as fast as they can to escape the area, most not bothering with cars because there is rubble everywhere. The strange part is that they are completely left alone by the Lexo-suits, none of them even going close to the civilians, actually clearing paths for some in a few cases.

“They’re helping people.” Kara gasps.

“Who? The team? Why do you sound shocked about that?”

“No, not the team, the Lexo-suits. They’re helping people get out of the city. I don’t understand.” Kara can barely wrap her head around it all. “I don’t get it. They’re destroying buildings and putting people in danger that could be inside of them but then when they see people in the streets, they help them.”

Lena looks over her shoulder. “He’s playing some kind of game. I’m not sure what just yet but there’s ulterior motives to him helping people, we already know that from how he murdered all of those people with the fires.”

“Yeah. Hey, what exactly is it we’re waiting for so I can head out and join the others?”

“You’ll have to wait and see, now call Alex and see if you can get an update on the team.” Lena’s not giving a single thing away.

Kara frowns. “How am I meant to do that when the comms are down?”

“Kara, she still has a phone.”

“Oh, right.”

Lena wants to laugh at Kara’s panic-filled mind fog but doesn’t, the last thing Kara needs is to be dealing with insecurities on top of Lexo-suits and ships that look like spiders. She listens in as Kara calls Alex and feels every pacing step Kara takes as she waits for Alex to pick up the phone in each heavy pound of her heart.

Alex does pick up though, it takes her a while but she does and the relief in Kara’s voice is evident. “Alex! Thank Rao, I was so worried.”

Lena can only hear half of the conversation so she opts to just get back to work and wait for Kara to fill her in afterwards, something Kara is surprisingly quick at doing the second the call ends.

“She’s alright. The team is meeting up now, the Lexo-suits haven’t necessarily been attacking them as they have been purposely destroying things around them, maybe to scare them or trap them, they aren’t sure.”

“Alright, well, let’s hope it stays that way. Do the others have a plan in place yet?”

Kara shakes her head. “She didn’t mention that, just that they are trying to get to each other, J’onn is finding them individually and they are meeting up over by the docks to try and decide what to do.”

“Let’s just keep working, we won’t be any use to anyone just worrying about them, come on.” Lena grabs her arm and leads her from the opposite side of the room where she had paced to and leads her back to the stool beside the monitors. “Clean this up and track all the movements you can.”

-

“How much longer?” Kara asks desperately, her fingers running through her hair so roughly that Lena is worried that she’s going to actually rip half of it out of her scalp if she’s not careful.

Lena looks down at her phone. “Just a few more minutes. I know this is hard but I need you to be strong, the team needs you to be strong, Kara.”

“I can’t just stand here, Lena.” Kara replies, her voice cracking with emotion, “Alex is out there and the others too and it’s getting more and more dangerous by the second.”

Lena knows. She knows it’s getting dire out there the team being forced through the city by the chaos, little choice but to take cover where they can and avoid the blasts from the Lexo-suits that are near on indestructible. They have been watching the team whenever they come into view from their footage and can see that they have managed to take down a few of the suits but only as a team and there are far too many of them for them to be able to take them all down, they need help.

Lena pulls her into her side. “Stick with me, I’ve got you until it’s safe for you to go and help them. We’re making progress, darling.”

“I know we are, I just…I can’t wait. I know I can help but I feel so powerless.”

“The cores of the Lexo-suits are likely made of Kryptonite. If they have blasters of it, which we know they do, Lex probably decided to use it as a power source too because it’s so potent, it just makes sense. What we need is to be able to overload it. You fought against Metallo a couple of years back, right?”

Kara nods, not sure where this is going.”

“I saw on the news that the synthetic kryptonite used in his heart exploded. If we can recreate it and merge it with the kryptonite of the suits, we can make them all go boom.”

Kara pauses and for a moment, just a brief few seconds, and it’s enough to make Lena realize that she may have just crossed a line that should never be crossed but then Kara manages to get her brain going again. “We managed to salvage the blueprints to the synthetic kryptonite, I think they are in storage. I’ll go grab them and hopefully, whatever you have planned for me will be done by the time I get back so you can get started on it while I go and rescue our team. I think it’s best I bring them back here and then we can come up with a plan from there.”

Lena finds herself nodding at that. “Sounds good. I’ll go check on it but I think it’s just about done. Bringing the team back is probably the best choice, I don’t think they can avoid all of the destruction out there for much longer.”

Kara doesn’t wait any longer, she runs off, superspeed definitely in play, and heads to get the blueprints. In the meantime, Lena makes her way to her lab where she’s got Martian technology building something that will protect Kara.

It’s finished by the time she gets to her lab and she’s honestly kind of amazed at her own genius for coming up with something so astoundingly good.

She runs her fingers over the arm of it, smiling at the texture. It’s strong and protective, exactly what she needs it to be.

Lex better start running because now Supergirl has an anti-kryptonite suit, a Krypto-suit if you will. He’ll never see it coming.

Read the next few chapters early on Patreon here!

[jinlias]

kinktober day 5 - floor sex w ryujin

“yes!” your cheer expresses satisfaction after all your hard work trying to put together a collaboration piece between you and ryujin. the gray haired girl walks to you after pausing the music.

“glad that’s over with, let’s go home” she squeezes your waist and moves to walk past you, but your hand wrapped around her wrist make her stop.

“oh but everyone’s home” she scrunches her nose “the room is booked for a couple more hours anyway” you caress her forearms when her hands meet your lower back.

“what, you want to keep practicing?” ryujin chuckles.

“i want you” you remind her of a deal you had made earlier (one she does not remember)

“i don’t want to dancee, i wanna fuck you” reluctantly, you tighten the lace of your shoes.

“come on” your girlfriend offers her hands and helps you up “if we can finish this today, i’ll let you go down on me later” she lets out a chuckle at the way your face lights up

“deal” you get into position “consider it done”

“here?”

“where else silly” your hands begin to untie the bow on her sweatpants.

“i don’t know, what happened to bathroom stalls or the back of the van?”

“this is way more comfortable than a bathroom stall- besides, i don’t think i’ll make it sane to either of those” she lets you pull her pants down with her hands on your shoulders as you go down, a smirk on her lips when you reveal her thong, and how her small, perky ass is on full display for you. her tongue peaks the corner of her mouth when you look up at her.

she doesn’t need you to make a witty remark to tug your shoulders back until the cold floor touches you, taking the time to fully remove her sweats and shoes before kneeling right below your face. “come onn” ryujin runs her hands through your hair as you whine and try to tug her by the thighs to your face.

“no, no. you know very well i can get dressed and leave you dry for how long?�� she takes your silence as an answer “exactly, now be quiet and make daddy feel good, hm?”

the words slip right out of your other ear when she finally slips the thong to the side and lowers herself on your face. the taste of her sweet juices quench your thirst that had only really lasted a couple of hours, she knows how much you love her short hair, and for her to kiss you goodbye and leave the dorm a couple hours later to come back with her hair up to her neck, she couldn’t expect less than this.

ryujin squeezes her thighs around your head at your nails digging into the skin of them. if your face weren’t right under her (not that you’re complaining) you’d get a full view of her, back arched, lips parted and head thrown back with one hand in your hair, the other teasing the waistband of your sweats. “just like that angel”

her hips begin to circle your face, she’s getting closer and closer with every lick. the harder you suck on her clit or the faster you shake your head left and right makes her hips move back and forth instead. “can’t get enough of this pussy, huh?”

“fuck” the sight of her riding your face looks just animalistic, she’s so desperate to come, mainly because she knows that once you’re remotely alone you’ll jump her bones again. her moans get louder, her breathing faster, her hips moving faster, and soon praise rolls off her tongue as she rides her high

[realcube]

YOU GOT: EIJIRO KIRISHIMA (age up)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ matchup for @nichupichu

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ if you would like a matchup, read this!

'I am blunt and sometimes way too honest. My sarcasm is easily misunderstood because I tend to have a very emotional less face. If you are my friend, you basically have scary dog privileges everywhere you go.'

𓆩♡𓆪 this kinda reminds me of bakugo a bit , and the two of them are still friends

𓆩♡𓆪 so it makes sense that he would get on well with you too

𓆩♡𓆪 since he's very light-hearted and doesn't take things too seriously/personally so he wouldn't mind if you were to be brutally honest with him at times

𓆩♡𓆪 in fact he'd probably find it endearing, since he mostly works with heroes who are all very kind and perky (with the exception of bakugo lol)

𓆩♡𓆪 which is nice n all but you really have a sass and wit to you that he likes and hence makes you stand out

𓆩♡𓆪 and once again, because of his friends he's probably used to dry humour so your sarcasm wouldn't be lost on him

𓆩♡𓆪 maybe you could have a meet-cute where a gang of villains is terrorising the high street you're shopping on, and he swoops in and handles them in a heroic fashion, saving lives and almost levelling the street in the process (with the strength of his quirk, yk?)

𓆩♡𓆪 and once all the villains have been dealt with, ofc everyone else on the high street is like 'omg sturdy hero red riot we love you 🤩😍 please sign my baby's forehead!'

𓆩♡𓆪 meanwhile you say smth like 'i was literally just about to do that 🙄' as a joke to your friends bc he is like.. a pro hero and you're a civilian who was most definitely not about to beat up a gang of villains

𓆩♡𓆪 meanwhile kirishima overhears and is immediately intrigued

𓆩♡𓆪 and omg you guys could have a little back-and-forth where he teases you by saying 'i'm sure you would've' or 'good thing you were here in case i needed back up'

𓆩♡𓆪 and you're just like 😳 bc ??? wtffff you didn't mean for pro hero red riot to hear you

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

'I wish for someone laid-back and easy-going who, at the same time, doesn’t shy away from experiencing new adventures.'

𓆩♡𓆪 this is very much kirishima

𓆩♡𓆪 he's shown to be very patient with his friends and friendly in general

𓆩♡𓆪 he is very passionate but that doesn't mean he can't be calm and take it easy at times

𓆩♡𓆪 especially once he becomes a pro-hero i think he'll become more fond of the idea of simply relaxing opposed to always doing something

𓆩♡𓆪 though, he is still going to be very disciplined when he comes to his training and stuff. but what i mean is that in his down time — say, at the beach — he'll probably opt for relaxing in a lounger or going for a swim, opposed to playing a fierce game of volleyball or doing laps

𓆩♡𓆪 so he'll definitely be more chill as the years go on

𓆩♡𓆪 also he definitely doesn't mind repeating himself because i can imagine he's gotten used to it by now. with the state of his teeth, he's probably slurring words all the time so ppl are asking him to repeat himself anyway

𓆩♡𓆪 and besides that, he's just so kind that he'll be quick to do anything you need him to. plus, repeating himself a couple times is the bare minimum, how could be mad at that ??

𓆩♡𓆪 since he's a pro-hero , i think it goes without saying that he likes a bit of adventure lol

𓆩♡𓆪 ESPECIALLY after that whole "rescuing bakugo from the lov" excursion

𓆩♡𓆪 that was an adventure and a HALF

𓆩♡𓆪 he'd definitely always be inviting you to do random side quests with him haha

𓆩♡𓆪 like going climbing in the middle of winter

𓆩♡𓆪 or going skiing/snowboarding

𓆩♡𓆪 or cheese tasting

𓆩♡𓆪 once he's a pro hero. he probably gets invited to events in other countries and you can bet that he will bringing you with him every single time no matter where he is going for how long

𓆩♡𓆪 even if it is a sponsored thing for heroes only, he will make them pay to bring you as well, or just pay for you himself

𓆩♡𓆪 and depending on what your BNHA AU quirk is , he would maybe take you on some of his lower-stake missions too lmao

𓆩♡𓆪 'babe do you want to come with me to break chargebolt out of an abandoned prison that is now a villain hideout? 😁 i'll bring your favourite snacks!'

𓆩♡𓆪 couple's bonding experience lol

𓆩♡𓆪 BUT he would only take you if he knew you'd be able to handle it because he'd never be able to forgive himself if something bad happened to you after he brought you on a mission (angst matieral 😣)

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

'get some snacks, go to the park, eat them there while watching the lights of the fairy wheel, and talk for hours.'

𓆩♡𓆪 omg if this was a first date i can imagine kiri being so flustered, he would try to do the think where he throws a piece of popcorn or a skittle in the air and catches it in his mouth (to be playful and to impress you , ofc) but bc he is so nervous, his aim is terrible and instead of it landing his mouth , it lands on your head

𓆩♡𓆪 and he would just pass away on the spot out of embarrassment lol

𓆩♡𓆪 jkjk

𓆩♡𓆪 hsi reaction probably depends on what the food is

𓆩♡𓆪 if it is popcorn (which is soft and light) , he would just laugh awkwardly and pick it out of your hair for you. it's strange at the time but it's a moment that you can both look back on and laugh at

𓆩♡𓆪 HOWEVER

𓆩♡𓆪 if it's a skittle ... oml

𓆩♡𓆪 those are so hard and firm, if it were to hit you on the head, that would hurt a lil 😭 obviously you're not gonna get serious brain trauma but.. yk.. ouch

𓆩♡𓆪 but with the way kiri acts, it's as though you had suffered a serious impact

𓆩♡𓆪 like he is so mortified and constantly asking you if you are okay and whether you need him to seek medicial assistance

𓆩♡𓆪 oh and let's not forget that he is apologising profusely

𓆩♡𓆪 and it's a moment that you look back and laugh at (because you didn't get hurt much but his reaction was so dramatic), but whenever you remind him of it, he gets so defensive

𓆩♡𓆪 'of course i was being dramatic!! i was so worried about you!! i was scared i might've made a skittle sized lump on your head!!'

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

'I will try to win prices for my date at some of the stands, but I will fail miserably like I always do.'

𓆩♡𓆪 this is very quick but

𓆩♡𓆪 if it was your first date, and you were trying to win him a prize at one of the stalls

𓆩♡𓆪 and you fail miserably, he's gonna try to reassure you by saying something like 'don't worry, nita. you didn't win but you still looked very manly trying.'

𓆩♡𓆪 and bc this is your first date, you don't know that he uses 'manly' for literally everything positive so you're like... is he insulting me???

𓆩♡𓆪 and bc it's the first date, he is awkward and so nervous around you that he can't think of any other positive descriptor besides 'manly' haha

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

for @nichupichu: hope you enjoyed!! if not kiri then i probably would've given you denki kaminari