#and finally i removed the tag 'kinktober' from my fic and it got put in the main tags and BOOM i got so many likes and reblogs and comments

[woundedheartwithin]

Any director's cut notes on That's a Promise? That was such a fun fic. you write Yuna and Ryuzo so well together <3

I always wanted to continue this one but my hyperfixation shifted before I could 😭 I don’t remember if I ever posted the next part that I was writing before I stopped, I don’t think I did, so I’m gonna post it under the cut!

Anyway, I don’t think I had anything in mind other than I wanted Ryuzo and Yuna to bang in a modern setting lol. No thoughts only smut and all that. It was part of a failed kinktober so I should really remove that tag from it. I’m sorry, that’s not terribly interesting, is it? 😅😭

Anyway, here’s that other (mildly smutty) part!

Two

Nipple Play, Body Worship, mutual masturbation, dry humping

(Jin/Taka)

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First Ryuzo leaves, then Yuna leaves, and Jin waits until the back door is firmly shut behind her before turning to Taka and grinning. He puts a hand on Taka’s knee, sliding up his thigh as he scoots closer, and Taka feels his blood ignite in his veins.

“Finally.” The older man sighs, leaning in close and pressing his mouth to Taka’s ear. “Thought they’d never leave.”

“Jin.” Taka breathes, shivering and lifting a hand to stroke Jin’s jaw. “What if they come back?”

“Are you kidding?” He chuckles. “They’ve been making fuck me eyes at each other since we got here. They’re probably tearing each other’s clothes off as we speak.”

“Gross.” Taka huffs, and Jin laughs softly.

“Gross or not, it means we finally get a minute alone.” And he turns and crawls over Taka’s crossed legs, catching his earlobe between his teeth and pulling gently. Taka’s breath hitches, his hands flying to Jin’s waist and fisting in his shirt.

Taka sighs and chuckles quietly, leaning his head against Jin’s when he drops his face to Taka’s shoulder. And it does feel good to finally have the other man all to himself. It was supposed to just be the two of them anyway, but Yuna had complained about not having any plans, and Ryuzo had called Jin wanting to hang out, and Jin hadn’t had the heart to deny either of them. And of course, Taka hadn’t had the heart to tell Jin no when he’d asked if it was alright to invite them. They’d both thought that they would at least have nights alone together, but then Yuna and Ryuzo both had ended up being strangely clingy, and wanted to stay up drinking all night.

“I’m glad they decided to go for it.” Jin continues lowly. “They can cling to each other instead of to us.”

“To you.” Taka teases, sliding his hands up Jin’s flanks, his chest and shoulders, curling against the sides of his neck and pushing him gently back. “You’re very popular, Jin.”

“Unfortunately.” Jin huffs, grinning. “Taka, can I kiss you?”

“Of course you can.” Taka says, grinning back, and Jin leans in and kisses his lips sweetly.

“Taka, can I touch you?” He murmurs, continuing his game, and Taka kisses him back before asking him a question of his own.

“Where?”

“Everywhere.” Jin groans, kissing him again.

Taka chuckles again. “Where specifically?”

Jin hums, considering. “Your belly.” He says at last.

“Of course you can.” Taka replies, gasping when Jin’s hand slips beneath his shirt, his fingertips ghosting over his flesh and making it quiver.

“Can I take your shirt off?” Jin asks.

“Mm-hmm.”

And he pulls the article over Taka’s head and puts his hands on his belly again.

“Can I push you back?”

“Yes.”

He slides his hand up Taka’s chest, and Taka goes willingly, the sand beneath him soft and warm against the bare skin of his back.

“Can I climb on top of you?”

“Y-yes.”

He moves to straddle Taka, kissing him again, his tongue pressing into Taka’s mouth and exploring lazily as his hands drag all along his body.

“Can I suck your nipples?” Jin breathes into Taka’s mouth, moving to kiss along his jaw, to his throat, his teeth grazing over his Adam’s apple as he descends.

“Jin.” Taka gasps, dropping his head back and letting out a long, low moan. He feels Jin shiver against him as he peppers his chest with wet, open-mouthed kisses.

He pauses over one peaked nipple, his breath puffing hot and quick over the sensitive flesh. “Can I, Taka? Please?” He coos, and Taka moans again.

“Yes, Jin.” He says, making a wounded sound deep in his chest when Jin’s mouth covers his nipple, his tongue swiping over it, and begins to suck, hard and indulgent. Taka arches off the ground, his fingers threading into Jin’s hair, holding the older man in place. Jin moans, the vibration against Taka’s skin making him arch again, and sucks at him until the flesh starts to sting. Jin pulls back, a thread of saliva running from his wet, pink tongue to Taka’s swollen nipple, then smooths his palm over it and licks his lips. His cheeks are flushed a pretty pink, his eyes glazed with deep lust, his full lips plump and red and saliva slicked. “Jin.” Taka moans, and Jin shivers again.

“You taste so good, Taka.” The older man says, his voice rough and quiet. “So pretty. Want you so much. Can I suck your cock?”

“You haven’t done my other nipple yet.” Taka points out, and Jin makes a surprised sound and looks down at it.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He says, then leans down and sucks Taka’s other nipple into his mouth. He rubs the first one with his palm as he licks and sucks, making obscene noises, and Taka gasps and pants, heat pooling in his groin. He hollows his cheeks and sucks hard, his fingers pinching his other nipple and rolling the pebbled nub, shooting bolts of electricity through Taka’s entire body. “Fuck, Taka.” Jin moans, pulling back, his mouth disconnecting from Taka’s skin with a lewd pop! He shifts then, one leg sneaking between Taka’s as he lowers himself, and Taka can feel the rock hard bulge in Jin’s jeans press into his upper thigh. “Feel how much I want you?” He groans, rutting against Taka’s leg. “Wish we were alone out here. Wanna hear you.”

“Well, if Yuna and Ryuzo are as busy as you think they are, maybe they won’t hear us.” Taka gasps, grinning when Jin looks up at him.

“Yeah? You wanna risk it?” He growls, kissing his lips again.

“I’m just saying, maybe we don’t have to be completely silent. And you don’t have to nearly suffocate me by covering my mouth.” Taka replies between kisses, laughing into Jin’s mouth.

[sondepoch]

the sheer amount...of writing....that i have posted on ao3 but not on tumblr.....oh my god 😭 😭

i hate posting anything to tumblr bc the tag system is so frustrating (especially when :) you know :) your post won’t show in the main tags despite it :)) but wow it’s like. i have not posted anything here in ages. i have full fics and series out that just never made it over here. starting tomorrow i’m gonna start posting at least one thing a day so i can begin the transfer like i am so sorry to everyone following me but wow posting on tumblr is so much harder 😭 😭

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Kinktober Day 5. Aphrodisiac : Pleasurable Test | Overhaul

Day 5: Aphrodisiac

Title: Pleasurable Test

Pairing: Overhaul x F!Reader

Count: 2.2k

Summary: You needed to make ends meet, and so you go to subject yourself to a testing center that will pay. Turns out, you’ve signed yourself up for way more than you expected. You should really read the fine print.

Warnings: Noncon, syringe, aphrodisiac, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, yandere, sadist overhaul

Note: It’s finals week and definitely starting to hit me. Also, thanks for all of the support! If you’d like to be tagged for my kinktober fics, dm me! My inbox is open~

You snarled behind your gag at the man in the lab coat, who was currently coming at you with another needle. When he stepped close, you managed to kick the shot away.

“You can’t even handle one little girl. Pathetic.” A voice you haven’t heard before chides. A man wearing a plague mask and rather large coat with purple feathers stepped in. You could barely see him from where you’re restrained on the operating table. He snaps gloves onto his his, his eyes glaring at the subordinate. “And now that needle is filthy.”

“I’m so sorry sir!” you could see the sweat from the doctor, his face pailing. “She kicked me and it went flying!”

“Begone. I do not wish to hear your excuses.”

“Yes sir.” The guy practically runs from the room.

The man levels his gaze on you, judging.

You quirk an eyebrow at him, challengingly.

You’ve been here for a week. It was supposed to be one test, in which you got paid for. You took it because money was tight and you needed to pay rent. Little did you realize they would keep you kidnapped and subject to their devices because you were the “perfect candidate”.  Your fear has practically been pushed aside by your anger. For a week they’ve been sticking you with needles, running “tests”, keeping you on the edge of functioning. All you had left was your anger and attitude.

“What a nuisance.” The man sighs. His dark eyes scan your barely clothed body.

Quicker than you can move, the man has your legs pinned down, fastened in place just like your arms and neck are. A gasp of shock careens past your lips, silenced by the gag.

“That’s better.” He moves over to the counter where the equipment lays. He turns his back towards you. “Do you know who I am?”

“Well, I assume you’re the one in charge of these monkeys. Do you know who I am?” You bite at him.

“I am Kai Chisaki. You will address me as Overhaul.” He turns slowly, an intense look in his eyes that makes your skin crawl. “I know plenty about you. You are a quirkless individual. Your blood type is AB negative. You’re allergic to penicillin. You’ve lived in this city your whole life. I know you were adopted at the age 5. You had a kidney transplant at the age 12.”

“Your parents were brutally murdered when you were in high school by a villain attack. I know that the villain attack was actually a target for your father’s brother because he made some bad deals with the yakuza.” He grabs a needle and begins to mix a mystery pink liquid into it. You’re shaking by now. How does he know so much?  “You dropped out of high school quickly after, and less than two years later sold most of your adoptive parent’s belongings, and then the house.”

Overhaul takes deliberate and slow steps towards you, tapping the air bubbles out of the needle. “You moved into a seedy little apartment in the middle of town. You work at a small bar across from the noodle shop in the bad part of town because it was the only place that would hire you. This month you couldn’t make ends meet so you showed up here.”

A gloved hand drops onto your arm, thumb soothing over the prominent vein of yours. “And most importantly, I know your name isn’t actually Nakaya Kosuke. You, Miss (y/n), have quite the extensive history.”

You jerk hard at hearing your birth name. No one should know! Only your adoptive parents, who as he stated were dead, and the lawyer that erased your identity knew.

You try to speak through the gag, your words hushed.

An amused dark chuckle falls from him. “Oh, my apologies, did you want to speak?”

You nod your head.

His eyebrows raise, as if debating it. Finally, he unties the back of your gag. You spit it out, breathing in deeply. “Careful now, say something I don’t like and I’ll put it back on. Or I’ll remove your tongue.”

“Why am I here?”

He hums. “You are special. Did you know that your blood type is extremely rare?”

You clench your teeth, glaring at this cocky son-of-a-bitch. “I did.”

“Well, fortunately for us, your blood type was exactly what we’ve been looking for in our experiment. It’s extremely hard to come by a willing participant, too.”

“I’m not willing. I signed up for a test. One.”

His chuckle is light, and his eyes are wide with sadistic mirth. “No. You actually signed up until there was one successful test. So far, none of them have been such. It would appear someone didn’t read the fine print.”

Oh. Oh god. Did you really?

“No worries. You will be fully compensated. Well-” His eyes narrow. “If you live.”

Overhaul begins to prep the vein in your arm. “See, quirks are filthy. Those heroes parading around their quirks are but vermin on this earth. Pathetic. But you - no, you’re corrupted like those who roam the streets. Your blood is pure. Your genes are clean. You and I are far more similar than you might think, y/n.“

“What are you going to do to me?” Fear is fully controlling your mouth now. You shiver as he sanitizes the area he plans on injecting you.

“I have reason to believe that your blood will be the perfect capsule to carry my new invention. It’s a device that will remove the quirks of those who come in contact with it.” The look in his eyes turned wild, excited. You shiver. “My parents were ripped away from me, too. Those heroes did nothing to save them. Yet, they parade around the world as if we, the common folk, owe them. Not for long. Now, don’t make too much of a noise; I’d rather not have to remove your tongue.”

The prepped needle’s cap comes off, and the metal slides into your skin. You whimper, looking away as Overhaul begins to press its contents into your bloodstream. As quick as it began, it ended. He wipes away the lone blood drop before pressing a bandaid against you.

“Normally I would never dream of coming so close to an individual. But you are different from the filth filling this world.” Gloved hands grab your chin, turning you to look into his eyes. “You’re pure. Perfect. And I plan on taking full advantage of that, my sweet Y/N.”

Tears burn your eyes, your lip trembling. You finally let your body relax. This time you were truly fucked. He pulls his hand away, throwing away the needle tip of the syringe. You watch him walk away, back to the counter where he removes his gloves and washes his hands and arms.

A warmth began to fill your system. You shoot a concerned look at Overhaul. It was like your body was warming up from the inside out, your blood beginning to boil. A feverish sweat was spreading over every inch of you. “Something’s wrong.” You croak out.

Overhaul turns back to glance at you, sweaty and blushed. A mild look of intrigue covers his face. “Oh?”

“It’s burning me.” You whine.

Your body is completely uncomfortable now. The warmth feels … different. Wrong even.

“Explain to me what is happening.” He dries his hands leisurely, watching you from across the room before putting on a new, clean pair of rubber gloves.

“I’m hot. It feels like my blood is boiling. I -” you whimper as the slightest movement of your head increases the feeling tenfold. “Please make it stop.”

Overhaul takes his time as he walks back over to you. He runs a finger over your pulsepoint. The single touch sends a wave of pleasure crashing through you, a moan following. “How interesting.”

You’re mortified and confused. You wish you could rub your thighs together at the uncomfortable feeling between them.

“I see now. The molecular constructs of those two vials creates an aphrodisiac.”

You pinch your eyes shut as his single digit drags down your arm, over the hospital gown you have. The thin fabric is too much. It feels as if it’s weighing you down and making it that much harder to breathe.

“I suppose I should relieve you. It’ll be the only way to collect your blood at the right molecular compounds,” He muses to himself, talking out loud as if you’re not there.

Overhaul pulls off the glove on his left hand. “If I hadn’t reassembled you already, I would let you suffer until the side effects wear off. But, because of me, you really are clean. You should thank me.”

Not knowing what to say, you watch the man through your watery tears. He presses his bare hand on your stomach. If you weren’t being restrained, you would have arched into his hand, moaning loud as pleasure floods your core.

When he removes his hand, your whole body shivers as air nips your bare skin. How? “Wh-what?”

He chuckles. “My quirk.”

You watch as Overhaul steps around your pinned body, coming close to your wet sex.

“What a mess you’ve made. Disgusting.” Despite his words, he runs his gloved hand up your right leg, stopping at the stop below your belly button. You can feel your walls flutter.

A choked out “Please,” tumbles from your lips. You’re so turned on it hurts. Your brain can’t think straight anymore.

You moan loudly as a single finger strokes your dripping lips. You roll your hips as best as you can to get more friction. He lets out a proper laugh at your discomfort, sliding his single digit past your folds.

“So needy. What would you do without me? If I wasn’t here to relieve you?”

Your walls flutter around his digit as he runs his finger against your inside. The burning in your blood only seems to increase at the slight relief. “Please, Overhaul please!”

At your pitiful begging, he slides another finger in, stretching your walls. He works the two digits in a slow and methodical pace, scissoring you. You whine and cry, grinding your hips into his fingers. When he curls the two fingers and strokes the spongy spot inside you, a coil snaps, and you cum hard around him.

He doesn’t stop, continuing to pump his fingers inside you. You moan as you come down from your high.

The heat inside dims for the barest of moments before firing back up with a vengeance.

“Did that make you feel better?” He mocks, putting more force behind his motions.

You gasp as the coil of pleasure begins again. “It hurts! I need more, please!”

“Patience, little one. You’ll get your release. Soon, you’ll be begging me to stop.”

As if to prove his point, he uses his thumb to stroke your clit hard. Your walls flutter and drip around his gloved fingers as you feel yourself close to the crest again. “Oh - Oh, oh please!” You wail.

“Cum again, pet.”

You do. Your walls spasm as you tip over, shaking in your restraints as a sigh leaves you.

He doesn’t stop. The fire inside is rapidly dwindling, and you flinch at the touch.

“Oh, are you sensitive already?” He muses. “It won’t last long.”

True to your words, the fire picks up again. You sob as his touch hurts. It hurts yet is relieving you too. Tears stream down your face as you’re overstimulated, but the heat is still there.

“It's almost over. Hold on just a bit longer.”

Overhaul fingers you faster, making the coil of pleasure twist quicker and harder than the last two orgasms. You sob as you near the edge again.

“Last one. Give me one more. Cum over my fingers.”

“I can’t!” You cry out, rocking your hips into his fingers despite what you say.

“You can. And you will.” You can hear the squelching as his fingers target your g-spot, his thumb rolling your clit hard. “Cum again y/n.”

A scream rips from your throat as you’re forced over the edge of another orgasm. Your entire body tenses, and white fills your eyes. Overhaul drags his fingers out of you slowly, making you wince from the overstimulation. He tears the glove covered in cum off of his hand before sliding a new set on.

Panting hard, you come down again, body relaxing. Your blood no longer feels like you’re being boiled alive.

You flinch as a syringe is forced into your arm, and watch in sick curiosity as he draws blood from you. Even the touch of the needle makes you quiver, your entire body too sensitive for touch.

“Shh, it’ll be okay. You did so well.”

You moan, shaking as he places a bandage over your skin again. Your head swims as black dots at the edge of your vision.

You look up at him, and can tell even from behind his mask that he’s smiling. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Rest well, pet.”

Tag list:

@ofthedewthesunlight​ 

[writtingrose]

Kinktober; Day Nine

SUMMARY; Virginity with Undertaker

WARNINGS; sexual content, DD/LG, lose of virginity, vanilla sex

This fic includes a DD/LG relationship and sexual situations. If you are uncomfortable, please ignore and or/keep scrolling. Thank you.

REQUESTED BY; @ava-valerie

BETA’D BY; me

CO-WRITTEN BY; @sithstatlander

WORD COUNT; 2,354

GIF CREDIT; unknown

*All GIF credits to the rightful creators. If they are not tagged it was because I wasn’t sure who it was. If it is yours or you know the creator please let me know. I would be happy to tag them as credit or replace the gif.*

Mark sighed as he looked out the window for the first time since the night before. Snow was beginning to gather on the window sill, already at least three feet high, and his heart sank.

He turned from the window, eyes falling on Ava still fast asleep in bed. The corner of his mouth turned up into a small smile as he made his way over to her and kissed her forehead. When she didn’t stir, his smile grew. They had stayed up late the night before and it looked like that was going to work in his favor.

Still, as he walked down the hall towards the kitchen, his mind raced. They had been supposed to have a party that evening. All of their friends and family, even friends they had made in the community, had RSVP'd. She’d been so excited.

Sure, they had been warned about the storm. However, no one could have predicted the way snow had fallen over the last day or so. Nor how much would fall over the course of the current day. Now, as he watched the snow fall out the patio window, his only worry was getting everything done before she woke because he had no plans of letting the day go to waste.

Mark headed to the linen closet that was at the end of the hallway, just before the living room. He grabbed a few sheets and some soft cozy blankets Ava kept folded neatly inside. He dropped those onto the living room floor before heading out to the garage in search of the fairy lights he knew she’d once liked so much.

He quietly shuffled through the organized storage bins that were stacked upon each other, successfully finding the fairy lights along with a few stuffies he had made her put away to make room for himself on their bed. He’d taken out only a few of the dozens she’d had, but he knew which few would excite her the most at the sight of them.

Now with his arms full he made his way back to the living room and dropped the lights and stuffies on the couch just before making his way back over to the sheets and blankets piled on the floor, picking them up and quietly shaking them open.

He spread the first sheet along the floor, just before their television. Then, draped the second one on top of the television, pinning a few sections up amongst their living space to create a tent. Third, to decorate, he grabbed the soft cozy blankets and laid a few on the sheet before their television. Finally, he used the last one to cover the entrance to the tent. After, he grabbed the stuffies and propped them up along the inside of the tent before finalizing the space with the fairy lights that he draped along the television frame.

Once he’d finished setting up, he took a step back and nodded confidently at the space he’d created for Ava. He was going to wake her up and surprise her soon, but first he wanted to make a few snacks for her; knowing she’d be hungry.

Mark made his way to their kitchen and grabbed a sheet pan. Walking to the fridge and pantry, he gathered the ingredients to make one of Ava’s favorite snacks; cheesy nachos. He laid her favorite tortilla chips evenly on the pan before covering it in her favorite cheese. He placed it in the heated oven for a few minutes to melt together. In the meantime, he’d checked the freezer to make sure her favorite ice cream was there, knowing she’d like it for desert. He walked back to the oven eyeing the nachos until he felt the cheese had melted perfectly, just the way Ava had liked them. He pulled them out, plated them and carried them back to the tent along with Ava's favorite juice boxes.

When Mark stood back up, he sighed in relief, happy with how everything had turned out. Now it was time to go wake Ava and surprise her.

He crept back down the hallway towards their bedroom and was pleased to find her still curled under the blankets. He made his way over to her and knelt, fingers coming to trace over the soft skin of her cheek gently.

“Ava, my love, it’s time to get up.”

She let out a little huff, followed by a whine as she pulled the blanket up to her chin. Mark chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“It’s your birthday, little one. I know the snow ruined our plans but don’t worry, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

That seemed to peak her interest as one eye slowly opened, looking up at him.

“A surprise?”

He nodded and smiled.

“That’s right, baby girl. But you have to get up for me.”

Ava didn’t need to be told twice as she pulled the covers back and swung her feet to stand.

“I’m up, daddy.” She stood and smiled, leaning forward to kiss his cheek.

“I see that.” He chuckled. “Why don’t you go potty, brush your teeth, and change then meet me right here? We’ll go down together.”

Ava nodded, humming a little as she walked to the bathroom to do her morning routine. She couldn’t help but notice it was later than she usually slept in, almost lunch time, but that could be because they stayed up late the night before. Once she was done and changed, she made her way back over to the bed.

Mark stood and pulled her to him, kissing her gently.

“Ready?”

Ava nodded, smile so wide he was concerned it would get stuck that way.

He took her hand and led her from their room, back down the hall. When they had almost reached the living room he stopped and stood in front of her, blocking her view.

“Now, I know it isn’t what we thought it would be but the snow is a lot worse. I hope you like it, my sweet Peach.”

Mark smiled and stepped to the side, letting Ava see their ‘movie theatre’ in all its glory. He waited nervously, watching her reaction as she took it all in.

Ava let out a squeal as her eyes roamed around the room from the sheets and blankets so meticulously placed to the food prepared with all his love. It was enough to bring a tear to her eye as she turned to face the man many knew for his badassery. Tears filled her eyes as she wrapped her tiny arms around the large man.

“This is perfect, daddy! Just you and I?” She looked up at him with wide, sparkling eyes and he couldn't help but smile.

“That’s right, little one. You, me, and all your favorites. I even got a few friends down from storage to join us.”

Ava hugged him tighter before rushing over to the entrance and sinking down on the blankets. She looked up at Mark and patted the spot beside her.

“Come on, daddy! Before the chips get cold.”

Thus it began. They spend hours under the blankets, Ava relaxed in Mark’s arms as they worked their way through her favorite movies. They saved the best for last, of course, and Ava couldn’t help but think how lucky she was as the opening credits began; her mind now somewhere completely different from the movie.

She leaned towards him suddenly, her lips pressing to his much harder than usual. Mark was taken back at first before he returned the kiss. Ava scrambled into his lap, body pressing against his.

He groaned as his hands landed on her ass, patting gently.

“So eager, babygirl.” He chuckled gently and bit his lip, trying to keep his excitement from growing. “Slow down. We have all the time in the world.”

Ava shook her head and licked her lips.

“I don’t want to slow down, daddy.”

As if to emphasise her words, she ground her hips down onto his and pouted. Mark couldn’t help as his eyes darken, tongue darting out to run along his dry lips as his mind rushed to process what she was saying.

“Don’t play with me, Peaches. You know daddy doesn’t like it when you pay like that.”

Ava couldn’t help but giggle as she booped his nose.

“Not playing, daddy. I’m ready.”

Mark growled before rolling them, his large frame now pinning her much smaller one to the blankets.

“You don’t know what you’re saying, Peaches. Your first time should be special,,, not in a tent in t-”

“This is special, daddy!”

Her inner brat shone through for a split second but she wasn’t worried. He needed to understand that this, this, was deeper than the movie day.

“This is what I want.”

Her voice softened as she lifted her hips off the ground to meet his. A small moan passed her lips as the contact sent a jolt of electricity through them. “Please.”

Mark let out a shuddering breath as he nodded and captured her lips with his. He moved deliberately, tongue stroking over her lips before sliding past. Once inside, he took his time to explore every inch of her mouth. His hands moved gently under her shit, over the skin of her sides and up to cup her breasts. They were free under the cotton of her shirt and his fingers slowly rolled the tender flesh of her nipples.

He swallowed the gentle mewl she gave him, his own growl causing a shiver to go down her spine. Her hands moved to the hem of his shirt, fingers gripping at the material.

“Off.”

He chuckled, but pulled away long enough to remove the offending fabric. Once it fell to the floor, his hands were back on her shirt, pushing it up as he leant to press a kiss to her stomach.

“So soft, babygirl.” He murmured against the skin as his hands pushed the fabric higher, lips following suit before dropping the shirt to the side. “So smooth and receptive for me.”

Mark’s lips moved up the valley between her breasts and over her collar bone. His hands slid down to her shorts, pushing them down, around her ankles then off to join their shirts.

“Look at you,” Mark shook his head, eyeing her with adoration as he removed his own shorts. “How did I get a girl like you.”

He covered her again, chest to chest as his hands slid up her thighs. They moved higher, over her navel, to her breasts before sliding back town to cup her ass. He squeezed slowly, testing the flesh and the way it moved in his hands. His mouth moved over her neck, to the hollow of her ear and back; leaving little nips and the tingles they created in his wake.

Ava moaned under him. Her hands roamed his back, nails digging into the skin when he hit a sensitive spot. Her voice grew higher and higher as he continued to worship her, everywhere but where she needed him most.

Mark took his time, moving down to pay attention to each breast. His tongue slid around each nipple, teasing and working them into little buds as his fingers dipped into the waistline of her panties. He looked up at her as his lips once again moved down her stomach. He nudged her legs apart, holding them in a comfortable place with his large palms.

Their eyes locked as his mouth lowered, the sudden warmth making her jump against him. He groaned as his tongue darted out, licking a path from the base of her folds, through them, to her clit. Once there, he closed his mouth around the sensitive bud and sucked gently. The response he elicited was music to his ears.

Ava couldn’t help but grab his hair and pull him back up. As much as she was enjoying what he was doing, she needed more.

“Please, daddy, I need more.”

Mark groaned but nodded. He had wanted to taste her a little more but there would be time for that later. Right now, he needed her as much as she needed him.

He moved back and made quick work of his boxer briefs, tossing them on the, now complete, clothes pile on the floor. He covered her again, cock pressing against her entrance as he placed his hands on either side of her head.

“You let me know if it’s too much, okay?”

She giggled again and nodded, biting her lip.

“I’m not going to break, and I want this.”

Mark smiled gently before rolling his hips forward. Inch by inch he filled her, watching her face for any sign that they needed to stop. Once fully sheathed, he waited, giving her a few moments to adjust as he whispered sweetly in her ear.

Ava dug her nails into his shoulder, the skin growing angry and red under them but he didn’t care. After a few moments, she let out a small gasp. Her hips rose slightly, testing the feel before she grew more bold.

She moaned loudly, hips moving against his. Mark continued to watch her face, hips rolling to pull out and plunge back into her.

Over and over again he drove her closer to the edge. Just when she was ready to crash he would stop, then do it again.

Ava’s cries grew louder as her voice began to quiver. Her toes curled, nails dig deeper, no longer caring if they punctured the skin. Mark drove his his into her again, stilling as they both came. Her sight went white as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Mark groaned against her neck, his cock pulsing as jet after jet filled her.

They laid there for a few moments, but it felt like forever, basking in their pleasure. Mark smiled as he rolled carefully beside her and gathered her in his arms. Their chests rose gently together, up and down, up and down. Ave couldn’t help but smile as she looked up at him.

“Can we do that again? But in our bed?”

Ya’ll I adore this one so much. It’s a lot softer than what I normally right and I stressed over that for a very long time. But I’m very pleased with how it came out. Also, I owe Nat a HUGE thank you for all her help on it. ❤️

Much love, Rose xx

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Ceaseless [fic]

Pairing: Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka 

Summary: The life of an assassin isn't an easy one. Devoid of morals and full of the criminal underworld's grime, it's a job Kiyoko has always been weirdly perfect at. She's long stopped thinking about why, but just because she kills without remorse, doesn't mean she doesn't have her own attachments.

Rating: E

Tags: assassin au, established relationship, cunnilingus, kinktober 2017, super minor mentions of violence bc of Shimizu’s job 

Note: I’ve hardly ever written wlw  pairs before and that’s a crime tbh, so I really wanted to try to write some kiyoyachi this month ^^ Big thanks to @emeraldwaves for beta-ing! Enjoy! 

AO3

"Am I dead?" The words are a choked whisper, a noise far too vulnerable to ever come out of her mouth, but she allows it. She allows it because of how subtly the last rays of the day are filtering through the blinds, allows it because of how silent the room is, how soft the sheets are beneath her.

There’s no weapons to be prepped, no assignments she’s supposed to be on. Even assassins need some down time she thinks, and she can’t be more grateful for hers. Kiyoko is weightless right now, and it's almost terrifying, how the usual yoke of terror and obligation isn't pressing on her shoulder blades, digging in until blood is drawn.

It's her "day off", so maybe it makes some sense.

The fingers threading through Kiyoko's hair halt, and she almost wishes she hadn't said anything. The ministrations had been a peaceful constant in the last hour, and Kiyoko doesn't have many of those in her life.

Constants.

Continuous happenings over long periods of time.

She can count her constants on one hand.

Her job. Bloodshed, which can technically be filed under her job. Basic human needs like food and water, and even those can be debated.

And then there's this.

The one constant Kiyoko would kill for, regardless of if it meant removing herself from the equation. She'd protect this with her life, until death came for her.

Kiyoko's nose scrunches up at the thought. She's stubborn enough to think she can will herself past even that barrier, the ultimate one. As if she'd somehow find a way to fight and defend long past her dying day.

For this, she just might. For Hitoka, she would.

The breathing above her stills, and Kiyoko can feel her wife freeze. Hitoka only tenses like that when she's panicked, Kiyoko knows, and she's about to ease her lover's worries when her muscles relax again. The gentle brushing of her hair continues, and Kiyoko sighs in contentment, her head cradled in Hitoka’s laugh. If she were a cat, she'd purr, but given how accustomed she's gotten to hiding her emotions, she doubts it'll happen.

This, this is the closest to heaven she'll ever come, she's convinced. Hitoka, with her in this bed, is a dangerous constant to have.

Because it can be taken away from her so easily.

Kiyoko fists the fabric of Hitoka's shirt, like she'd slip away right then from the thought alone. As if. As if Kiyoko will ever let that happen.

She hears her wife hum sweetly above her, still considering the question, and it makes Kiyoko’s lips turn up slightly. So cute.

Kiyoko used to think Hitoka didn't deserve this, becoming the wife of an assassin, but here they are. She'd long past gotten over those insecurities, mostly because of how often Hitoka berated her for them. Hitoka could be surprisingly headstrong when she wanted to be.

"I'll love you forever, no matter what. Don't you trust me?"

Yes. Irrevocably. You're the only one I've ever trusted.

Kiyoko smiles as Hitoka finally speaks above her, and the movement of Hitoka's dainty, unscarred fingers gradually slows. "Are you dead? What’s that about?” She chastises playfully, and there’s a warm smile lighting up her face.  “No, unless we're both dead. I'm not really sure how that works, but if we were, it’s not so bad huh?" The blonde says with a giggle, and Kiyoko nearly jumps on her to smother her in kisses.

She suppresses it.

For now.

Hitoka is too adorable for Kiyoko to hold back for long.

"I wouldn't complain as long as I was with you," Kiyoko responds, pinching Hitoka's thigh. She's swatted away, but Kiyoko doesn't give up, grabbing at Hitoka's hand until their fingers are interlocked. Hitoka's skin is still an anomaly to her. It's so damn soft and unblemished, as it should be. Kiyoko never wants her wife to lift a finger.

"Why did you ask?" Hitoka questions, and Kiyoko finally turns over in the blonde's lap to look up at her. Hitoka's head is tilted in curiosity, her eyes shining and waiting, and Kiyoko can't stand it. She hides her smile in the blonde's stomach as she wraps her arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

Hitoka lets out a loud 'oof,' but it hardly masks Kiyoko's words.

"Because you're like an angel," she whispers, and it's less a cheesy pick up line and more of a statement. A disbelieving one at that. Kiyoko's voice is packed so full of raw emotion it scares her, so she squeezes Hitoka tighter.

A million and one thoughts race through her mind, overwhelming her, and she's pretty sure she says a few out loud on accident.

"You're perfect."

"Don't ever leave me."

"I love you."

"You're my everything."

She's pretty sure Hitoka gets overcome with emotion too, because before Kiyoko knows it, her wife is cradling her head in an awkward hug. She can feel her warm breathing against her face, and Kiyoko tilts her head to catch those plump lips in a gentle kiss.

It's familiar, but no less intoxicating than the first time.

Hitoka pulls away, and Kiyoko chases her, but she still has just enough time to whisper breathlessly against Kiyoko's lips. "I think you've got things mixed up there, angel."

They laugh as their lips meet again, the kiss deeper this time, and Kiyoko hums into it as Hitoka's lips part. Their tongues glide together, and Kiyoko's breath quickens when Hitoka moans.

Kiyoko takes advantage of the distraction, surging up until she's no longer lying down, and dominates the kiss. She grabs the back of Hitoka's neck, tangling her fingers in the soft blonde hair. Hitoka is a little wet from her earlier shower, her body cold and dripping as Kiyoko's hands glide down her shoulders. Hitoka smells strongly of soap and a honey like scent, a body wash Kiyoko had bought her simply because it created a lot of bubbles, and she knows Hitoka loves that.

Something so innocent to begin with, but now, it's driving Kiyoko mad.

She glides her tongue along the roof of Hitoka's mouth, smirking when her wife giggles from the sensation, and soon they're lost in it.

Things escalate quickly into desperation, quick flicks of the tongue mixed with sloppy smacks of the lips. Kiyoko's favorite kind of kissing. Hitoka's lips are soft, and her moans are sweet, filling the room as Kiyoko nips softly at the blonde's bottom lip. Their panting is loud in the small space of their home, quickly heating up the marginal bit of room between them. It only makes Kiyoko pull her wife closer. The atmosphere is heady now, and they're not showing any signs of stopping.

Drool drips down Kiyoko's chin from the messiness of it, but she doesn't care enough to wipe it away. If anything, it's remarkably satisfying, and she swipes her tongue against Hitoka's once more. It causes her wife to surge up into the kiss like a puppet with strings, and Kiyoko grabs her waist accordingly, privy to this dance of theirs.

She pulls back just for a moment, because sometimes she just has the need to see the emotions sparkling in Hitoka's eyes.

That's the thing about the blonde. She's downright vibrant, and Kiyoko can barely take her eyes off her when she's home. But like this...like this Hitoka might as well be the only star in a pitch black sky.

A desire spikes inside Kiyoko's chest, seeing Hitoka lounging so comfortably in their shared bed, uncaring of the danger she's put herself in. Kiyoko has killed more men than she can count, has scars from events she can hardly remember, is a master with any weapon. And yet, Hitoka sits and sleeps soundly beside her, just as in love as Kiyoko. She lets Kiyoko hold her so close, like she's never felt safer.

They protect each other, they nurse each other's wounds, even though Kiyoko's are far greater. In the end, no matter how messed up Kiyoko is, Hitoka smiles at her. Loves her.

They're an odd pair, but Kiyoko wouldn't trade what they have for the world.

The force of that affection manifests itself in her chest, screaming for an outlet, and Kiyoko knows just where to focus that energy.

In the blink of an eye, she hooks her hand under Hitoka's thigh, pulling her body down until Hitoka is lying on the bed completely, her legs spread ever so slightly. Her hair is unkempt, half of it falling out of her bun and framing her face, strands sticking up as flyaways. Her white tank top clings to her petite frame, slightly damp because Hitoka has gotten into the habit of not drying off with a towel after showering, and Kiyoko couldn't be more grateful. The tank's neckline rides too low, exposing the tops of Hitoka's breasts, her nipples showing through the fabric. Kiyoko is shameless, grabbing her wife's hips and pushing her lightly, watching her breasts bounce.

"Hey!" Hitoka says, but it's filled with laughter, and she has to bite her lip to keep her grin concealed. Can't have that.

The force of a second bounce is enough to expose Hitoka's nipples just a little, and Kiyoko reaches forward, tweaking them as she pleases. It gets the desired reaction. Hitoka's back arches beautifully, her strangled gasps filling the room as her body lifts towards the touch, begging for more.

Hitoka has always enjoyed this best, Kiyoko knows. Having her nipples played with until they're raw, teased and sucked on until she's outright screaming in pleasure. Kiyoko's eyes darken from the thought alone, because she knows she can get Hitoka close to coming like this. It gets the blonde so wet, and to confirm her suspicions, Kiyoko sets her sights elsewhere.

Droplets are still rolling down Hitoka's bare thighs, and her simple pink, lacy underwear is all too inviting. Kiyoko pulls them down roughly with one hand, not caring if they stretch, and swipes her hand along Hitoka's light curls, where she's already slick. The sound it makes as Kiyoko dips a finger inside her is loud enough to have the blonde covering her face in embarrassment, but Kiyoko refuses to let up.

The wet, squelching noises fill the room, blending with Hitoka's deep moans and cute gasps. Kiyoko could listen forever.

"You're so ready, all for me..." Kiyoko whispers in awe, massaging Hitoka's clit while her left hand still teases one of the blonde's erect nipples.

Hitoka licks her lips, her body still twisting toward the touch. She looks absolutely sinful, her underwear hanging off one leg while her top rests on her waist after she pulled it down completely. Hitoka spreads her legs more, and one of her hands is busy playing with her own nipple, pulling at it none too gently to mimic Kiyoko's touch.

"Yeah I am, always," Hitoka breaths out, her eyes lidded from the attention Kiyoko is giving her. But well, Hitoka is generous as usual, and never stops thinking of her. "But, you too. I want you to feel good."

I always feel good with you.

Kiyoko can't help but smile. Hitoka is too good for this world, and Kiyoko knows this more than anyone. A world full of creeps and criminals, corruption and death, and Hitoka is nothing short of extraordinary. "No love, tonight it's all about you."

Not wanting to give her wife a chance to insist, Kiyoko hooks her hands underneath the blonde's knees, pulling them to the side completely.

It's almost too much to resist, the sight of Hitoka all spread open and drenched with her own desire. But well, Kiyoko can ogle all she wants another day. Today, she has a goal, and it's to pamper Hitoka as much as possible. Kiyoko smirks, shifting until she's on her stomach, her face smack dab in between Hitoka's thighs.

Her favorite spot.

Her tongue swipes teasingly against Hitoka's clit, almost like a joke, but Hitoka still mewls beautifully. Kiyoko doesn't waste time after that. She digs in, burying her mouth between the soft folds as she sucks on Hitoka's clit in the way she likes, her tongue dipping inside her every now and again.

Hitoka jolts each time, and soon enough the blonde is sitting up halfway, supported by her elbow as one hand reaches to grab the back of Kiyoko's head, pushing her forward. She's crazed at this point, a far cry from the sweet, innocent girl Kiyoko had just been talking to, but it's amazing.

Kiyoko takes the silent command to heart, and doubles her efforts. Her tongue glides along every sensitive spot, circling Hitoka's clit. So help her, Kiyoko will wring an orgasm out of her wife that's so incredible she won't be able to stand.

And since when has Kiyoko failed an important mission?

She smirks as she makes purposeful humming and slurping noises, sending delicious vibrations coursing through Hitoka. It's a treat really, having her wife use her mouth like a sex toy, moving her head however she wants.

Kiyoko can't get enough.

Evidence of Hitoka's pleasure drips down Kiyoko's chin, dirtying her cheeks. Not like it matters. The messier the better. Hitoka moans loudly now, not holding back as her hips move with Kiyoko's tongue.

The moans are short, hurried and building in volume, and it only makes Kiyoko go to town more. It gets to the point where Kiyoko can even let her tongue rest, lying it flat for Hitoka to grind against. The blonde does so happily.

As the blonde's movements become more hurried, Kiyoko dips two fingers inside her, careful not to startle her wife. They sink in smoothly, and a shiver runs up her spine. Hitoka whines immediately, pushing down to chase the pressure.

"Yes, there, more," she cries out, and Kiyoko is there to please. She curls her fingers, rubbing against the spot which has Hitoka clamping down on her fingers, her chest heaving from how amazing it feels. Hitoka is warm and pliant, begging for more, and Kiyoko wouldn't trade it for anything.

She can feel the heat building for both of them as her own hips grind on the bed, unable to help herself. Everything in Kiyoko's body wants her to come, because Hitoka looks so damn sexy like this, and it takes all her willpower to resist.

She wants to take care of Hitoka first, it's always been her first priority. And it seems her efforts are paying off.

The hand in Kiyoko's hair tightens, and it's all the warning she gets.

When Hitoka comes it's an experience. Her body twists to the side, almost like she's convulsing, and Kiyoko has to pin her hips to the bed as she rides it out. Her scream is silent, but to Kiyoko it's deafening. Hitoka's legs keep twitching erratically from the strength of the orgasm, her mouth hanging open as her eyes practically roll back.

And yeah, Kiyoko feels an immense surge of pride from the whole thing. She's still rubbing herself against the bed, and as Hitoka begins to come down from her high, looking blissed out of her mind as her hands come down to idly play with her clit, ringing out any aftershocks, Kiyoko snaps.

She tugs off her shorts, flopping down beside her wife as she finishes herself off. It doesn't take long, she's been dripping for ages. She goes fast, chasing after her orgasm like it's the only thing she wants in life, and soon she's coming, the stars exploding behind her eyes, and she whines into the dimness of their bedroom.

Her hands fall to the sides as her chest heaves, a love drunk smile on her face, and Hitoka turns to her easily. They just fit together so naturally, it's like instinct. Hitoka wraps her thin body around Kiyoko like a koala, and Kiyoko's arms go up instantly.

They shelter each other this way, each time, like nothing, not even the gods above could shatter the moment. If only that were true.

Kiyoko sighs into her wife's embrace, gently smoothly the hair away from the blonde's sweat drenched forehead.

She's going to miss this. It's pathetic really, because she won't be gone long, but she's never ready for it. She's familiar with the feeling of leaving Hitoka to go on missions, sometimes for days at a time. It's why Kiyoko is one of the top rated assassins. She likes to get things done quickly, and people respect her for it. If only they knew, she didn't do it because of any sort of principle, she did it to come home to her wife just a little sooner.

"I love you so much," Hitoka whispers, her voice sleepy and undeniably happy.

Kiyoko's emotions bubble up all at once, and she fears she might cry. It's rare, but it still happens every now and again. So, she pulls Hitoka close, kissing her forehead. She doesn't trust herself to speak. Not yet.

But she knows Hitoka doesn't need her to. She knows.

Yes, constants are unwise. But Kiyoko will make sure to keep this one.

Work will resume the next day, some dangerous task or other, and the world will seem a little dimmer. But as long as Kiyoko knows that Hitoka is waiting for her, she won't dream of ever giving up.