#and i was gonna shower but i got distracted and sat on the bathroom floor till like 3:50

[sadboi-writer]

Dear Jack (Series)

Chapter Three: Dummy Dancing

Summary: Truman is targeting the members of the Bobby Wasabi dojo. Except for Eddie. When it’s revealed Truman is blackmailing Eddie the dojo springs into action to protect their friend, and Y/N’s feminine wiles are the perfect distraction (much to Jack’s dismay).

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: None

Masterlist ~ Chapter Two ~ Chapter Four

The four snuck into the freshly waxed hallway. Jack crouched and felt the wax.

“Ah, Waxy Wednesday, where a lunch tray meets a freshly buffed floor and legends are born,” He smirked

Eddie ran in from the cafeteria, “Hey guys, I got the trays!” 

“Any problems getting by Marge the Lunchlady?” Kim asked

“Nah, she said they don’t pay her enough to care.” Eddie answered

Y/N nodded, “Fair enough.”

“Guys!” Jerry came bounding down the stairs, “Did I miss anything?”

“No, not yet.” Kim replied

“Aren’t you supposed to be in detention for that toll booth in the boys bathroom?” Y/N asked

He smirked, “I should be, but when you sit me in the back and leave a window open. I’m what they call a flight risk.”

Milton shook his head, “Jack, your record is about to be broken. Prepare for the new world champion: Milton ‘The Missile’ Krupnick!”

Milton took off his jacket and track pants to reveal a skin-tight spandex suit. Y/N was quick to cover her eyes.

“Pants, Milton!” Y/N cried, “For the love of God, pants!”

Jerry groaned, “Dude.. eat a sandwich.”

Milton frowned and put up his hood. The door near the cafeteria opened. Y/N went to the stairs in case they needed to cover for any of the others. That’s when they saw Truman.

“Oh look!” He greeted, “I walked into the middle of a loser-palooza! And the lovely Y/N of course.”

He took Y/N’s hand and kissed their knuckles. They snatched their hand back and sent him a glare.

“Hello, Truman,” Y/N grimaced

Jack stepped between Truman and Y/N protectively. 

“What do you want, Truman?” He asked

Truman sidled up closer to the group, “I thought I’d just hang out.”

Jerry sneered, “Do you have to do it here?”

Y/N climbed the stairs and sat next to him on top of the lockers. As far as they could get from Truman. 

“It’s a free hallway, Jerry.” Truman replied

Milton cut him off, “Truman, if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with destiny!”

The snobby boy laughed, “Well that’ll be your first date ever.”

“Hahaha, very funny.” Milton mocked, “You’re about to see my skid marks... okay, I thought that was gonna sound different when it came out.”

Kim rolled her eyes and ran to the garbage can before turning back to the group.

“Okay, guys, this garbage can marks Jack’s record of 47 floor tiles!” She hollered

Milton stepped back and took a running start before he jumped and slid on the tray on his knees. He was going super fast and slammed through the doors. 

Y/N was the first on their feet.

“Milton, oh my God!” The shouted as they ran to him

Jack was right behind them, Jerry and Eddie close after.

“Dude, he just shattered your record!” Jerry cried

Kim nodded, “And that paper mache solar system outside the science room!”

Jack looked at the floor, “It looks like someone greased his tray!”

Y/N saw the slight trail of oil spray on the ground.

“You’re right!” Y/N agreed

That’s when they heard Truman laugh, “Looks like!” 

The boy strolled off cackling to himself. Milton limped toward them, grimacing with pain every step he took.

“It looks like Saturn is now lodged in the dark side of the moon.” He groaned before limping away

They all saw that Saturn was lodged between his butt cheeks. Y/N cringed at the sight. 

After school they were at the dojo. Jerry was taking his usual shower while the rest of them worked. That’s when Jerry ran out screaming.

Correction, he ran out screaming with bright pink hair. The others were immediately giggling while Y/N got shaken by the brightly colored boy. Kim strolled up to the two as Jerry sat down.

“Wait, something’s different,” She teased, “Don’t tell me... new bathrobe!”

Jerry huffed, “It’s my hair! This is what I get for showering! Rudy, what kind of shampoo are we using?”

Rudy took the bottle, “That’s the same shampoo we always use.”

Y/N looked at it and peeled off a false label that showed it was actually a bottle of hair dye. 

“This isn’t shampoo!” Jerry cried out, “It’s pink hair dye!”

Eddie was looking lower than everyone else, “Dude... do you shampoo your leg hair?”

Y/N glanced at Jerry’s legs and burst into a fit of giggles, leaning into Jack’s side for support as they both laughed. Jerry put his foot on the bench, showing of his newly pink leg hair.

“Dude, when I shampoo... I’m all in.” Jerry replied 

It was then that Truman strolled in, smug as ever.

“Love your new look! Awesome!” He mocked, “Just awesome!”

Jack stood, “I know you did this Truman. Somehow you snuck in here and switched out the shampoo for pink hair dye!”

“Whaaaaat?” Truman asked condescendingly

“No, it wasn’t Truman,” Rudy piped up, “I’ve been here all day and I never once saw him ooze his way in here.”

Truman smirked, “Looks like I’ve got an airtight alibi. See you around, Pinky.”

He cackled before sending a wink to Y/N then strutting out of the dojo. Jerry scowled as he slightly trailed after Truman.

“Pinky? Why would anyone call me Pinky?” He asked

Jack plucked a hair out of Jerry’s head and handed it to him.

“Ow!” Jerry looked at the hair, “Ohhhh, I get it!”

The next day before classes there was a pep rally with Kim leading. She was pep-talking the girls basketball team before she ran through the banner. But the banner stuck to her and took her down with it. 

Y/N was immediately next to her trying to pull the paper off of her. As Truman strolled down the stairs cackling. 

“Looks like you got yourself into a sticky situation!” He laughed

Once they had gotten most of the paper off of Kim everyone was sent to class. During the next passing period Kim was standing with Y/N as they grabbed their books from their locker. As they opened the locker there was a small box in it with a little letter attatched.

“Huh, wonder who that’s from?” Kim asked

“I don’t know.” Y/N shrugged

They looked at the letter.

Dear Y/N,

I saw this and thought of you. 

I was wondering if you would want to go on a date on Friday?

Love, 

Jack

Y/N’s heart fluttered, Kim peeked over their shoulder.

“Ooh! You better open it!” Kim prompted

Y/N was quick to untie the little bow and as soon as the lid was off Y/N was covered in glitter. Their eyes filled with tears. Until they heard Truman laughing.

“Looks like you’re finally as sparkling as your eyes!” Truman semi-complimented

Jack, Jerry, and Milton approached. 

“Y/N what happened?” Jack asked 

Y/N ran off to call their mom. They went to the dojo as soon as they were picked up and sat in the locker room, staring at the note. 

After school everyone came to the dojo. Kim was the first to seek Y/N out, entering the locker room and sitting beside them.

“I was so hopeful,” Y/N murmured

Kim wrapped an arm around them, “I know.”

The two got up to leave the locker room and joined up with the guys. Y/N sat on a bench next to Eddie. Head toward the ground. Milton was the first to speak.

“Guys, we all know Truman is behind all these pranks,” He reasoned, “We just have to figure out how he’s doing it.”

Jerry shrugged, “Grease, hair dye, sticky paper, glitter, and blue cheese. Sounds like my grandmother’s medicine cabinet.”

“Truman’s picking us off one by one, he’s got all of us!” Jack despaired, “Except for Eddie.” 

Eddie turned away from the group, “What are you guys saying?”

“We’re saying you’re next.” Milton said, crossing to sit on the opposite side of Eddie from Y/N, “If I were you, I’d roll myself up in bubble wrap and sit in the basement. I did that when my father showed me my own birth video.”

Y/N gagged, “Gross.”

“Do you guys have any idea where we come from?” Milton cried in disgust

Eddie smiled, “My mother told me it was a pumpkin patch!”

Milton shook his head, “I wish.”

Jack stood and approached the bench, placing a comforting hand on Eddie’s shoulder. 

“I think what Eddie needs to hear is that we’re going to be there for him.” Jack stated

Eddie stood and moved to the other bench, “Guys, guys, guys, I can take care of myself.”

The group followed him.

“No,no,no, don’t worry Eddie! We’ll protect you!” Jack offered, “We’ll walk you to school in the morning!”

“And after school we’ll walk you back home.” Kim added

Milton sat next to Eddie again, “We’ll be the last thing you see at night, and the first thing you see in the morning! How do you like your eggs?”

“Guys, stop! I can’t take it anymore!” Eddie panicked, “It wasn’t Truman who pulled those pranks on you!”

Y/N stepped forward, “Then who was it?”

Eddie looked at the ground in shame, “It was me.”

“What?” they all demanded

Jack walked forward, “Eddie, why would you prank us like that?!”

“Do you know what you did to me? That paper was so sticky I lost four freckles and half an eyebrow!” Kim scolded, “And you broke Y/N’s heart!”

“And a clown keeps following me around asking where I get my hair done!” Jerry paused, “Wait, what did he do to Y/N?”

Y/N shook her head, “I’ll tell you later.”

“I didn’t want to!” Eddie lamented, “Truman’s been blackmailing me.”

“How is he blackmailing you?” Milton asked

“Truman’s dad owns the security company that watches the mall,” Eddie answered, “One night Rudy let me stay late in the dojo to work on some moves. The thing is, I wasn’t working on karate moves.”

Eddie explained how Truman had recorded him dancing with a practice dummy, and kissing said practice dummy.

“Truman saw everything from his father’s office. He put it on a flash drive and unless I do whatever he says he’s gonna put it on the internet.” Eddie explained, “I’m sorry, guys.”

“That’s okay Eddie,”Jack assured, “He’s not gonna get away with it.” Milton nodded, “Truman’s gonna be sorry he messed with us. When you poke a bear do you know what happens? Seriously, does anybody know?”

That night they all gathered around some practice mats, laying out a map of the mall. 

“Okay, our goal is to get into the security office and get the flash drive out of the safe.” Jack explained, “So, let’s go over the plan one more time.”

Eddie pointed to the map, “I’ll lure Truman out of the office by taking him to the parking lot with the promise of shooting me with paintballs.”

Kim quirked an eyebrow, “You think he’ll go for it?”

“I’m pretty sure.”

Eddie pulled the front of his gi apart to show his already paint-stained chest. Y/N continued the plan. “To avoid Eddie actually getting shot and freeing him to come help you, I will bump into them and distract Truman.”

Jack grumbled a bit at that part, “Once we’re inside I’ll disarm the security system.”

“I’ll crack the safe.”Milton added

“In the courtyard, I’ll distract the security guard.” Kim continued

Jerry piped in, “And I’ll distract the guard’s dog!”

Jack made a face, “How are you gonna distract the dog?”

“See, I don’t know if you know this about me, but I was partially raised by wolves.” Jerry gloated

“No you weren’t.”Y/N corrected, “You lived in a camper and traveled until your little sister was born.”

Jerry proceeded to howl and a wolf pack howled back. Y/N glared at him. The rest of them seemed impressed. 

Y/N proceeded to set up outside on a bench. She streaked her mascara so it would look like she had been crying and then she placed a little bit of bubble solution near her eye to make her eyes water.

Not long after they sat down Truman and Eddie exited the mall. When Y/N saw them she immediately started loudly sobbing. 

“The lovely Y/N!” Truman was quick to abandon Eddie, “ What burdens thee?”

She blubbered for a moment, “I just, I really thought Jack liked me! But, I guess I was wrong. I’m just ugly and unlovable!”

Y/N knew that would set Truman off, if he could do anything to one-up Jack he would. 

“But, that’s not true! You’re amazing, kind, and beautiful!” Truman replied, “Jack is a fool to not like you!” 

Y/N wiped their tears, “Well, thank you Truman. That’s very sweet of you.”

They made eye contact and Truman started to lean in toward them. No one had come to retrieve Y/N so they worried they would actually have to kiss the little rat. Until they saw Kim over his shoulder. 

“I have to go, Truman!” They announced, “Thank you for cheering me up.”

Y/N then ran off, once they rounded the corner they were face to face with Kim. 

“You have impeccable timing,” Y/N complimented as they headed to the dojo

Kim nodded, “I’m glad I saved you from that.”

Once back at the dojo the group sat together to wait for Truman. Jerry sat back to back with Y/N as they tried not to fall asleep on each other.  It wasn’t long until Truman stormed in.

“Breaking into my father’s office?! You guys are in so much trouble!” Truman shouted

Jack shrugged, “We’ll take whatever comes. But, we had to help a friend out.”

“I want that flash drive, and I want it right NEOW!” Truman demanded

Y/N stood, “Sure, no problem. But, first, come take a look at this.”

Truman stalked toward Y/N, “And how dare you utilize Y/N’s feminine wiles against me.”

Jack and Jerry’s eyes widened as they stared at Y/N. They let Truman suffer as they watched his meltdown over the flash drive.

“Doesn’t feel so good when it’s you, huh Truman?” Jack asked

“Please tell me you won’t post that.”Truman begged

Kim nodded, “We won’t post it. We’re not like you, Truman.”

Jack stepped up, “Let’s make a deal, we destroy both videos and you never mess with us again. Deal?”

“Deal.” Truman agreed desperately, “Just delete it, please.”

Eddie quickly deleted both files. And Truman was quick to change his attitude.

“You know I only melted down like that because I knew there was a camera,”He lied, “I was just putting on a show.”

“Well, show’s over.” Eddie replied, “When you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us. Bye, Truman.”

“Bye, Eddie.” Truman mumbled, “Maybe next week we can go paintball-”

Eddie cut him off, “Get out!”

Truman nodded but stopped at Y/N, “Could we finish what we started?”

He started to lean in again, Y/N put their hand on his cheek and pushed him away.

“Never gonna happen, Truman.” Y/N replied

Jack looked at the two, his face growing rather hot. But,he turned to Eddie anyway.

“Eddie, remember what you just told Truman.”Jack said gently, “If you’re in trouble we’ll always be there for you.”

“Got it,” Eddie replied, “Thanks guys.”

As they all left, everyone’s parents picked them up. Save for Jack and Y/N’s. Jack’s mom was running late, and Y/N lived within walking distance of the mall. But, Y/N didn’t want to leave Jack to wait alone. So the two were just sitting together, on the same bench that Y/N had distracted Truman on. 

It was oddly silent between the two. Like neither knew how to start a conversation that needed to be had.

“What did that note say?” Jack finally asked, “The one from Truman’s prank? Kim said he broke your heart?”

Y/N shook their head, “It was just a stupid love letter.”

“Not from Truman though, right?”

“Obviously not, Jack.”

“Well, after you used your feminine wiles on him, I wasn’t sure.”

That had come out far more bitter than Jack had intended. The air was suddenly tense as Y/N scooted away from him.

“It’s not like you actually care, Jack. You just care that it was Truman.” Y/N spat back, “It doesn’t matter, I was just distracting him.”

“I just think it’s interesting you didn’t come up with anything else.”

Y/N stood, “Whatever, Jack. If you really want to know, he wrote the letter from you. Because I have a big fat crush on you!”

Y/N stormed off. Leaving Jack sitting alone, dumbfounded at how he had messed up that badly.

[modifieduchiha]

Things Better Left Unsaid

Part 2

read part 1 here part 3

"Tell me," you said, voice barely above a whisper. "Don't leave anything out." He took a deep breath “Alright , here it goes.”

Summary: Aki finally tells you what happened the day before from your point of view . However , Denji lets you know that Aki might have left out a few details..

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Aki Hayakawa

Wordcount: 4090

Authors Notes: This will have 3 or 4 chapters!

Content Warning: drinking, vomiting, protective aki, porn with plot and feelings, PDA, kissing , unprotected sex , p in v sex, smoking, fluff and angst, flash backs, etc etc

Read on AO3 Chainsaw Man Masterlist Main Masterlist

MDNI! BEGINS BENEATH THE CUT

Earlier that day

The hot shower felt rejuvenating, washing away the grime and devil blood that had accumulated on your body after a long day of work as a Public Safety Devil Hunter. The steam rose from your skin, revitalizing you like a gentle rain on a dry flower. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you watched the water turn from brown to clear, spiraling down the drain.The showers tended to help distract yourself from realizing whether or not you were crying ; of course you were. Your mind couldn't help but think about the importance of taking care of yourself, especially after joining Public Safety, especially after nearly dying on your last mission. Topping that off ,only to be embarrassingly saved by the one man you had been pining after for such a long time. The last thing you want is to die from a slip on the bathroom floor instead of from a battle with a devil.

You took your time, enjoying the sensation of the squishy shower mat beneath your feet as you wrapped yourself in a towel. The phone buzzed repeatedly on the counter. ‘Cant even enjoy life for a minute huh?..wait maybe it’s Aki.’ The thought crossed your mind before rushing and opening it to find a flood of texts and missed calls from your close friend Himeno. The most recent message read, "We're all getting together tonight. I dropped a pin on the location. Be there , oh and you can bet your ass that Aki is gonna be there too." A long sigh escaped you as you turned off your phone screen and looked at yourself in the mirror. "Well, I guess I should get ready...right?" Your cat, who had been sitting on the counter, meowed in response.

It was a well-deserved break from the rough week you had after all. You quickly got dressed, ready to face the night ahead and let loose after the adrenaline-fueled mission, still being perpetuated forward by the opportunity to see Aki outside of work, and thank him properly and professionally. You took one final look at yourself in the mirror, steeling yourself for the evening ahead, You were ready to tackle the night.

L ater that day

It was a warm summer evening and the team were gathered at a local restaurant, toasting to their most recent successful mission. Aki, Denji, Power, Makima, Kibeno, Himeno, and a few others were all gathered around the a table nearby the door. The atmosphere was lively, with everyone joking and laughing as they reminisced about the mission. 

Everyone was wearing their casual attire save for a few of the higher ups dressed in their Public safety uniforms. You didn’t bother asking Himeno what you should wear so you changed it up a bit. Carefully and quietly you walked into the bar clad in a white long-sleeved button up work shirt and a short black skirt. Not only did you notice that Himeno was already there along with everyone else , but she had already started drinking. You were hoping to catch her early and sober to ask her advice on how to approach the situation with Aki . After you nearly compromised the mission by needing to be rescued by him , he had been colder than usual .Wild eyes flashed to your wrist watch to check the time. Fuck , ofcourse you were late. It had become a habit, a bad one. 

Little did you know but Aki had intentionally sat in a spot that allowed him to observe every area of the restaurant. The moment he seen you he had thanked every god that possibly existed that you made it out alive, that he didn’t have another coworker to cry over because if he was being honest , this one would’ve done him in . Looking at you now though he couldn't believe how beautiful you looked. The way your hair was styled in two buns on either side of your head, the gentle curves of your body accentuated by your form-fitting clothes, it was all too much for him. He knew he had to keep his feelings and actions in check, he couldn’t allow any cracks in his facade. With the way people dropped like flies whether it be in the direct hands of a devil , other people , or contracts , Aki was terrified of allowing himself to love you . To allow him to let you know he loved you and even worse , to risk you loving him. Aki noticed the way you were at work , the gleam in your eye and the glances you’d secretly steal , and so he acted like a tough ass boss in order to maintain distance. He didn't want to make things awkward or noticable between you two, so he forced himself to look away and grab his mug of beer and took a sip before setting it down. 

As you made your way in you heard the familiar voice of Himeno "Ah, there you are! I saved you a spot." her words already slurring a bit and hands motioning you over. 

“You’re late, but at least you’re becoming consistent at that.” Aki said with a smirk as you finally made your way over to the table , you squinted your eyes and made a mocking smile at him as you sat between Aki and Himeno. The table was covered with different dishes of food yet Power was pulling dishes directly in front of her .

“Relinquish that ! That too is mine!” She positioned herself over the food , guarding it like a Feral dog before you noticed you. 

"Take note , imbeciles. I only take pleasure in the company of cats , and Y/N" Power chuckled and began telling the group outrageous stories about all the things you and her did together that she made up on the fly. 

"Yeah right , the truth is Power is actually the bullshit devil !" Denji started on perhaps with a pang of jealousy , only to further rile Power up.

“Ma’am , can you bring a bottle of your finest sake over ?” Himeno chimed at the waitress who simply nodded and scurried off to retrieve it ; very likely that she was relieved to get a momentary escape from such a loud and annoying group.

“Y/N , you ready for our rematch?” Himeno asked you while flashing a devious smile.

“You know it .” A smile to match hers grew on your lips while Aki bit at the inside of his cheek in hidden frustration. He had been present at the last drinking competition that ended with Denji being covered in Himenos vomit mid-makeout. “I want to participate too..” Aki detested the idea but tonight he needed the liquid courage. Instantly Himeno and you looked at eachother before turning your sights on Aki. “Fuck YES” Left your mouth a little louder than you had anticipated before the waitress had returned with a cold bottle of liquor , and a few shot glasses.

The competition was intense, with both of you trying to outdo each other. Aki had dropped out after about 6 shots. The rest of the team watched in amazement and maybe a sense of anxiety. You and Himeno were laughing and joking as you pounded shot after shot . At some point you even took her eye patch and wore it yourself .

 Aki couldn't help but feel worried as he watched you both, knowing the dangers of drinking too much in this line of work. But he couldn't tear his eyes away from you , but everyone else was doing the same, and what logical person would think he had any ulterior motives? 

An hour later..

The anxiety was coursing through Akis veins and he wasn’t even able to hold a conversation with anyone , but it pissed him off that whenever he had a chance to speak with you , Himeno or someone else would cut him off. He finally started drinking again and was about 4 or 5 more shots in now as he looked to see that most of the team had already finished eating and had left . 

Himeno and you were both wearing the mask of alcohol flush , the top 3 buttons of your shirt had popped open to allow the cleavage of your breasts to be very visible. Drool was about to begin making its way out Akis mouth if he stared any harder.

Finally the two of your took your shots ,  Himenos face drained of any color. Aki immediately noticed this and with widened eyes shouted “SHE’S GONNA BLOW” he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you backwards . The two of you tumbled to the ground as Himeno proceeded to vomit all over the table causing Denji to get mad, and likely trigger some ptsd. 

“ You ruined the damn food ! C’mon i’m taking you home.” Denji hissed before he and power lugged Himenos overly drunk and limp body out of the building , a shrimp falling from Powers pocket and Denji shot her a disgruntled look. “Twas for Meowy!” 

All you could do was giggle as you lay on the ground next to Aki in your drunken stupor before he stood and looked down at you. ‘Such a cute little mess.’ He though to himself, the slightest hint of a smile evident on his face if you stared hard enough. Makima was seemingly unbothered as she got up to settle the bill , walking over to join Aki in watched you still laughing . 

“Make sure our winner of the drinking competition gets home safely” Makima told Aki , he knew it wasn’t a request as much as an order.

Aki had managed to get you up on your feet . His palms were resting on the dips of your waist in order to steady you , but you were so damn intoxicated that you allowed the back of your head to rest against his chest while he guided you out the doors . Still humming along and moving your hips to the beat of the music , you were accidentally grinding directly on Akis crotch and in an effort to not pop a boner he started sweating and trying harder to get you moving.

After noticing that you were no longer inside the venue , you planted your feet to the ground firmly . Aki was genuinely trying to be gentle with you but you were intentionally making it difficult, and you knew it too. Alcohol tended to change your personality pretty radically. Sober you were focused and professional . Drunk you might as well be a devil incarnate who only wanted to party harder and got pretty slutty. 

“I’m not done!” You whined and turned around to face him . His hands didn’t move even though you did , like a ballerina inside a music box yet secretly happy that his hands were still graced with the feeling of your waist.

“I think you’re pretty done” He replied , his blue orbs looking down into yours. Sliding a glossy pink lip between your teeth you squeezed your thighs together and batted your lashes at him.

“You really think i’m pretty?”  

“Wh-what?! I said you’re done.” Aki felt heat flooding to his cheeks. He was so stunned but it only took a brief moment to remember that you were intoxicated , and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to take advantage of this situation .

One of your hands slowly moved to your waist and rested atop Akis before threading your fingers together. In a sudden movement you pressed your lips to Akis cheek , leaving a mark of red lipstick before you turned and ran down the alleyway , dragging him along . Despite trying to maintain a calm exterior, his eyes were fixed on you, taking in your every move ; he never wanted to wash his cheek again after this.

The way your buns were getting looser, and how with each step your skirt swished from side to side. 

It seemed like the two of you had known eachother forever as you walked through the streets together holding hands and talking about every topic imaginable, and still you didn't notice the Aki had taken over being the guide until you were standing in front of a door with Aki behind you , his arms over the top of your shoulders while he opened the door to his apartment with a key.

With a soft nudge you stumbled inside the door , letting out a soft gasp as you rubbed at your eyes unaware of the smirk Aki was trying to hide .

"M’so tired..." You mumbled while you heard Aki locking the door and then he came to place a supportive hand on your lower back. 

"You probably just drank too much , don't worry I'll take care of you. Miss Makimas orders to do so anyways" It was like Makima knew that he was just waiting and watching for an excuse to have to all to himself , funny enough he had even gotten the extra assurance that he should spend some time and get to know you more , you were enigmatic after all . Talk about a coincidence.

"Mmm okay, Hayakawa , Sir" you groaned and began your voyage deeper into the apartment looking for the fridge. You had been here a few other times but only briefly, never a social get together .

’Hayakawa, Sir’  

Those words make his cock twinge behind the tightly growing restraints of his pants.

It was only seconds that went by-not minutes- as you began feeling dizzier and sleepier . The fridge door opened and you slowly slumped down to your knees in front of it , the contents inside rattled before letting the cool air blow past you while your fingers reached back to wrestle with the hair ties that kept your hair held hostage. Aki had just been leaning against the kitchen doorway entrance admiring you . 

"I got it " he hummed as you sucked in some air , a bit of unease taking hold of you . It was as if he materialized from thin air behind you. But he was really good with getting those ties out, his fingers threaded through your portions of hair to loosen them and arrange it all more comfortably - more attractively. 

He felt so comfortable and so did you , allowing your body to slump against him more.

“Up we go, darling.” Aki breathed over your neck while lifting you from the floor and tossing your body over his shoulder ; almost as if you were a bag of flour.

Something resembling a giggle escaped you as you were carried , air being forced from you as you felt your body fall to the bed ; like you were an angel being cast down to the earth , and for Aki that’s how he seen it . 

Your glossy eyes peered up at him as you grew sleepier , dizzier , more delusional , but also happier and more carefree. “Sir , you’re really fuckin cute” Your words dripped like honey , causing Aki to freeze up and stiffen as he continued looking down at you.

After years of watching ,longing and late nights of you in his mind, you were finally saying the words he wanted to hear all along. It was unbelievable…The meer thought that he's touching you, that you're finally in his arms ; safe.

Your mumbling wasn’t very coherent but my god were you turned the fuck on as you rolled around atop the sheets that smelled like him , your head resting in his lap after he had changed out of his work attire and got next to you in his bed wearing only a black tee shirt and boxers . The smoke from his cigarette dragged through the air as he stroked your hair and moved the filter between your lips for you to take a drag. 

Blue eyes danced over your figure as you finished the cigarette before he took it and chucked it out the window , his full attention now dedicated to you , and yours to him ; you reached up and pressed your thumb to the lipstick stain on his cheek , smearing it a bit as you dragged it down and traced his jaw line.

“Fucking hell, your body is heaven.” Aki groaned into your neck, his hands making quick work of unbuttoning your shit to grab at your tits, ecstatic towards the feeling of you in his arms. You buck up and roll your hips against his bulge ,letting out a whimper unlike yourself. He shivers as you drag your nails along his scalp, fingers tugging through his black hair. The love drunk look that paints his face mirrors your own as you stare at each other and you notice a sick feeling of satisfaction churning in your stomach as you press a kiss to his parted lips. 

“You’re so gorgeous." He responds right away, his hands sliding down the curve of your ass to tug you closer. He was getting impatient. “You’re gonna be all mine.”

“I wanna be all yours. I ‘ready am,” The breath got stuck in your throat at your own words, and it seemed that Aki froze as well. You couldn’t help but attempt to look at him as he chewed on the inside of his cheek , an eyebrow cocked before the biggest , most devious grin formed.

“could eat you up whole,” He teases you, you can’t help but mewl when he pinches your nipple gently. “Nng , Aki!” His face changed when you said it. You are not sure if you notice it though, it almost makes you shy away when you do notice it, he notices immediately.

You were silent for a few seconds before Aki quietly and seriously demanded “Say it again. Say my name again..”   you were trying not to let your lust overtake your actions and force you to shove his fingers inside of you as he began playing with your clit, the slick wetness making lewd noises. You had to wait. The desire was so connected to your mind that you hadn't even registered that he had wanted to hear you say his name,and especially weren’t aware that he wanted to know every inch of your body in the act of love for the rest of your lives. All you could think about was the space between your legs and the perfect circles he was rubbing on the little bundle of nerves that were making you see stars.

“Fuu- Aki “ voice was heavily filled with yearning, and as his eyes looked back to your face he couldn't do anything but suck in a breath as he saw you. A hard blush on your cheeks with your legs spreading open to grant him more entrance. You held eye contact, congratulating yourself on your bet as his eyes were, in fact blown out of proportion.

The two of you were so lost in the moment , the feeling of each other , the emotions bottled up inside each of you being shaken up doomed to explode at some point. In fact you two were so high off of eachother ecstasy that you didn’t even care that Power and Denji had gotten home and were blasting music in the other room while cooking and yelling at each other.

As the moments went by he took every opportunity to steal a kiss ,slipping his tongue into your mouth and wrapping your leg around his waist. You're very pretty you know?" he began caressing your face "I don't think I've ever told you before" he smiled "but you really are." You felt butterflies in your stomach. You had never understood that expression, but now, all of the sudden, it seemed to make a lot of sense. “I want you , Aki . I want you now, please?”

He didn't waste any time as he got further on top of you, peppering kisses all over your face, while his hands explored every inch of your body, leaving a trail of shivers while moaning softly at the hint of a touch he just gave you.

Akis hand maneuvered to the back of your head , fingers weaving through your hair, tugging it to guide your head in just the right position . Your pink lips parted the slightest bit , shaky eyes veering into his . 

“Open your mouth a bit more , and stick out your tongue.” With a gulp first , you complied . Your eyes went crossed as you watched a mouthful of sweet spit drop from his mouth into yours , closing your lips and swallowing.

“Such a good fucking girl.” You felt your heart flutter at his praise , and as you felt his hard length rubbing against the folds of your wet cunt.

“I just wanna stretch y’out , darling.” Aki tried to hold back a growl as he spoke , his cock throbbing against your wet lips , all you could do was nod in agreement. 

It was weird, you weren't nervous. usually, you were always nervous at moment like this but you felt safe while surrendering your body to your superior 

"I’m gonna make you feel so good, y/n." he raised an eyebrow noticing you tilted your head to the side, biting down a smile "and what if I don't?" he pressed his nose to yours "then I'm gonna have to do even better" he ghosted your lips.

Without warning he pressed himself into you , feeling as if you were being split in half for a brief moment .

One of your hands flew to his shoulder as you gripped it , nails dug in and slid down his back as he thrusted into you relentlessly building up his pace.

You wanted to feel him, all of him; and he was making sure you did .

Heavy breathing fanned over his neck before pulling back and shifting to kiss him desperately, leaving pointless little whines in his mouth as he kept thrusting into you.

All you could do was moan loudly since his movements were fast and you were feeling so many things at once that you weren't sure you knew exactly where you were at the moment. A knot was starting to form itself in your stomach , a knot consistently getting tighter as his cock boxed with your cervix. Aki could feel it , and your moans were getting higher pitched ; fuck even Denji and Power knew it as they nosily listened on the other side of the door.

"Cum for me , love" Aki murmured, his words echoing through your head, and traveling straight down to your cunt.

"oh my fucking god , Aki" you barely had any time to release the words before a wave of pleasure overwhelmed you, a series of little fireworks exploding inside you , the bottle of emotions finally about to burst as well as he kept moving, chasing his own orgasm while letting you ride yours out.

"y/n…y-you feel- so f-fucking good" Aki groaned , feeling your pussys grip spasm around his impressive length before he gave one final push, his thick hot ropes of seed coating your walls white while a string of profanities left his mouth before he collapsed on top of you, breathing for a second and rolling off of you.

He moved to the edge of the bed , his mind racing. He never wanted to go a day without this , without you , and all he could do was hope you remembered this .

“I love you , y/n”

The final break in his facade had been reached.

Although busy playing around with the cum that leaked out your pussy , using your fingers to stuff it back in , you were so caught off guard by his sudden proclamation that all you could do was look to him . You wanted to say it back so bad but the words were stuck in your chest , it was like your brain and mouth stopped communicating. 

Nervously you grabbed your bra and panties , pulling them back on in hopes that you’d finally be able to return his words , because you did love him back. 

You loved him the same way he loved you.

You were taken aback but happy with the confession. You smiled “I need to get some fresh air , but I love you too .”

Quickly you made sure your bra and panties were fully covering you before exiting Akis room , nearly making it to the sliding glass doors before you felt dizzy enough to take a seat right in front of the doors , unaware that you were falling asleep while sitting up. Eventually your body gave in , slumping to the floor in a dreamless sleep.

Present

“But thats not everything that happened..” Denji chimed out from behind the two of you . Two heads turned to face Denji , one set of eyes were curious and confused , the other set were daggers .

A/N : Part 3 coming soon ! I want ideas from you guys on certain things that couldve happened , and that Denji is about to leak ! Leave any input in my ASK BOX

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[sparklypinkflightsuit]

Predator and Prey: Chapter Six

Pairing: Tommy Cahill x Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Minors do not interact, Slow Burn, War Inaccuracies, Swearing, Mention of PTSD but barely, Stalking, Abuse, Sexual Themes, Smut, Unprotected Sex (don’t do it!), I think that’s it?

Summary: Tommy distracts you from all the bad things.

- Chapter Five Here -

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18+ Only Below This Point

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You arrived at Tommys apartment, exhausted and terrified. All you wanted to do was take a shower and sleep.

You were surprised by how neat his apartment was, you weren’t sure what you were expecting but it surpassed expectations. He didn’t have much, opting for a more simple lifestyle, but it worked, and was far less cluttered with knickknacks than your house was.

You put you bag down by the door and slumped your shoulders in defeat. You felt like you were going to cry, how could Jason have gotten into your apartment, and why was he tormenting you? Who was this man he was so desperate to take you to?

Just as you thought you were about to break down, Tommy grabbed your hand and held it in between the two of you. He lifted your chin with his finger and looked you in the eyes. “It’s going to be okay. I promise you I’m not gonna let anything happen to you or Jet. I got you.”

All you could do was nod. You were so relieved to be out of that house, but part of you was scared Jason had followed you to Tommys.

“How about I run you a bath?” Tommy suggested. You smiled up at him. A bath sounded nice, your house only had a shower.

“Yeah, that would be great, thank you.”

Tommy came back about 10 minutes later with a grin on his face.

“It’s ready, go take a look.”

You quirked your eyebrow at him and laughed, “Okay.”

Tommy followed you to the bathroom and you let out a barely audible ‘wow’. He’d drawn you a lovely bubble bath and lit candles all around the bathroom. The whole room smelled of lavender.

“You got a woman living in here I don’t know about?” You teased. Tommy chuckled, and left you to get undressed and climb in the bath.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door, and you sunk slightly further under the bubbles.

“Come in.” You said, after making sure the bubbles were covering you adequately.

“I swiped this from your kitchen. I thought you might need it after the week you’ve had.” He said shyly, holding up a glass of white wine, without looking at you.

“You know me so well.” You joked, admiring him. “You can look.”

Tommy gingerly lifted his eyes, noticing you were pretty much fully covered by bubbles, he finally allowed himself to admire the parts of you sticking out from the water.

He walked over and put the wine glass on the toilet seat, and sat on the floor next to you. His eyes swept from your foot that stuck out of the bath, down to your lower thigh, which disappeared under the water. He bit his lip, something he’d been doing a lot lately, and ran a finger down your thigh, only stopping once he touched the water, ever careful not to go too far.

His touch gave you goosebumps, and you could feel the bubbles popping around you, thinning gradually.

Tommy took his other hand and caressed your cheek, before running his fingertips down the side of your neck, over your shoulder and slowly down your arm.

You lay your head back and whined, “You know exactly what you’re doing to me and you’re enjoying this.” You said.

Tommy smiled, looking up at you. “Of course I’m enjoying this. If you could see what I see right now…” he breathed.

More bubbles began to pop, and you wondered if you should make your move before they were all gone.

You lifted your hand out of the water, and you grabbed Tommy by his t-shirt. Slowly but firmly you pulled the t-shirt over his head. Tommy followed suit and kicked off his shoes and jeans, leaving him just in his underwear.

“Get in.” You instructed, Tommy wasted no time climbing into the tub and kneeling over you. You pulled him down by wrapping your hand behind his neck, and kissed him deeply. Tommy returned the kiss, propping himself up by his hands on the sides of the tub.

You pulled him further down to press against you, allowing his front to get wet. Tommy moaned, feeling your soft body against his. This seemed to be all he needed to throw all caution to the wind, and his body melted into yours.

You kissed passionately in the water for a few minutes, the bubbles now almost completely gone. Your hands made their way down Tommys chest and torso again, hooking your fingers into his underwear and tugging them down. Tommy got the hint and peeled them off, throwing them to the other end of the bathroom. You could already feel how hard he was, and if you weren’t already soaked by the bath, he would have been able to tell you were thoroughly aroused too.

You wrapped one leg around him, and then the other, and Tommy began to grind into you, getting more and more tempted by the situation but wanting to wait for you to give him the go ahead. His hand slid up your side and gently squeezed your breast. Tommy shuddered, and it was all getting too much for him.

“You okay?” You breathed, pulling away for a moment to catch your breath. Tommy continued grinding against you, but slowed down as he peered into your eyes.

“I’m more than okay. I think I’m a little too okay.” He admitted, with a chuckle.

With that you reached down and gently grabbed him, pumping a few times, eliciting a stuttered breath from Tommy.

“Are you sure?” He asked, but his eyes were already closed, savouring the feeling.

You pressed your lips to Tommy’s neck, and lined him up at your entrance, slowly and carefully bucking into him, pushing him further and further in until he was fully seated. You both moaned loudly, and he kissed you as he pulled out and pushed back in again. He did this slowly the first few times, rocking you out of the water with each thrust. He took this as an opportunity to properly admire your form, and before long he was picking up his speed.

You moaned into his ear and bit his ear lobe, “Yeah, just like that..” you cried, bucking into him. Water sloshed all over the floor, and Tommy stifled his moans by sucking marks into your neck.

“Tommy I’m gonna- oh!” You cried as your orgasm hit its peak. The feeling of you clenching around him as well as your wet, arched form below him were too much, and Tommy came undone. His thrusts became sloppy and with a low, guttural growl, Tommy collapsed on top of you.

You both panted and lay there until you could steady your breathing, at which point you noticed most of the bath water lay on the bathroom floor.

You laughed from underneath him, and Tommy sat back to look at you affectionately. “You are just…. Wow.” Was all he could muster.

The rest of the evening was spent watching movies and eventually crawling into Tommys bed together. You both slept well that night for the first time in a while.

You did however have a dream that a pair of eyes watched you through the third floor window. But that was impossible right? You hoped so.

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- Chapter Seven Here -

[lady-wallace]

Whumptober Day 29 (Buddy Daddies)

Final Buddy Daddies fic for @whumptober More Rei angst today with some headcanons about his mother and why he sleeps in a bathtub.

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Prompts Used: Scented Candles, Troubled Past Resurfacing, 'What happened to me?' Fandom: Buddy Baddies Character: Rei

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Kazuki was an enigma to Rei. He didn't understand his insistence on keeping the apartment clean, or on making three meals a day (and forcing Rei to eat them). Making sure Rei showered, cutting his hair, and buying furniture to fill up the empty spaces. Well, maybe that made a little sense to Rei because it meant there were more things to hide behind in the event of an attack.

But perhaps it was because Kazuki was so normal. Rei had never been around people like that. He'd watched them on the outside living their lives. It was that curiosity that had led him to heading off to live on his own before he realized that he wasn't good at fitting in with normal people.

Even now, Kazuki was humming happily to himself as he came back to the apartment after shopping, calling to Rei while he sat on the couch playing games.

"Hey, I'm back! Grabbed some stuff for dinner."

Rei didn't reply. He had figured out that Kazuki would talk no matter if he did or not. He seemed to have a need to fill a space and it was, a lot of time, a welcome distraction to Rei.

He glanced over toward the kitchen where Kazuki was putting stuff away and saw him setting out a couple expensive looking candles on the counter.

"Got some candles today—thought they might make the place smell better."

"Why?" Rei had to ask.

"Dude, it reeks in here," Kazuki replied as he rummaged around for a lighter. "Trust me, you'll be able to tell the difference."

Rei turned back to his games, not wanting to bother trying to figure out another weird—or perhaps normal?—thing his roommate was doing.

That was until he caught the scent of the candles wafting through the house, sugary, warm and—

Gentle hands caring for a scraped knee.

A smile hovering over him, surrounded by long black hair.

"Stay here, don't move!"

A bathroom, inside the tub—broken glass all around. 

"I'll always love you."

"Stay here and cover your ears."

Two men carrying something under a blood-stained sheet.

A sharp sting on his cheek, falling to the floor. "Soft like your mother."

"I'll always love you."

Rei gasped aloud, staggering to his feet, his hand coming to his head, dizzy from the sudden assault of—what, memories? Definitely memories, but from where?

"Rei? Hey, you good, man?"

He had to stop this. He grabbed his pistol and shot the candle, exploding the glass and wax into a hundred pieces and leaving a bullet hole in the wall behind it as Kazuki dove away with a shriek.

"Wh-what the hell man?" Kazuki demanded. "The landlord's gonna kill us for that!"

Rei didn't reply, he couldn't. He had to get out of here, away from the scent.

He hurried out of the apartment, stopping once he was out of the street, breathing in fresh air and effectively clearing his head.

What happened to me? he wondered, looking down at his shaky hand. That kind of thing wasn't supposed to happen to him. His father had made sure he was trained better than that.

SLAP—Soft like your mother

"Mother," Rei whispered.

He didn't remember his mother…he thought. But, that must have been….

"Rei!"

He startled as Kazuki jogged up to him, slowing down as he realized Rei wasn't going to go anywhere.

"Hey, man, I hope I didn't offend you or anything," he said. "I just thought the candles would be nice. Are you allergic or something?"

Rei shook his head.

"Then why the hell did you shoot it, man—those are expensive, you know!"

"I don't know," Rei finally replied, hands clenching. "Can you shut up?!"

Kazuki looked like he had slapped him and Rei might as well have. He'd never addressed the other man like that before, barely paid him outward heed.

"Rei, are you all right?"

"Leave me alone," Rei replied as he pushed past the other man and headed back to the apartment, going directly to his room. He needed to clear his head. He sank onto the bed, trying to take deep breaths to steady himself.

The same images flashed through his mind: Soft hands, long black hair, warm sweet scent of sugar, bathtub, broken, shouting, broken glass…

Rei didn't realize he had been clenching his hands so hard until he looked down to see his nails had made red crescents in his palms. He let out a shuddering breath and loosened his hands, still finding dangerous tremors in them.

Why had this affected him so much? Why had he allowed it to? He couldn't understand why those memories he didn't even know he'd had just showed up all of a sudden, uninvited, just because he had smelled a damn candle.

He stretched out on the bed, lowering one arm over his eyes as he tried to clear his mind. But everything just felt like it was such a mess and he didn't know what he was going to do.

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Rei slunk down the stairs later that evening when he heard Kazuki banging around in the kitchen. It wasn't a familiar feeling to him, but he felt somewhat awkward, almost…well, a little bad about yelling at Kazuki earlier. While it technically was his fault for buying the candle, he couldn't know what had happened in Rei's head because of it.

Rei took a seat at the counter, hunched slightly. He could see the candle that he hadn't shot sitting to one side and tried not to let it make him uncomfortable. He watched Kazuki cook for a few minutes. The man always seemed so sure of himself while he was in the kitchen, doing things Rei had never seen anyone do before. But then, he could barely make toast, so what did he know?

"You hungry?"

Kazuki's words startled him out of his strangely rambling mind. He shrugged.

Kazuki continued, moving on to crack eggs, tossing the shells over his shoulder into the sink.

One missed and spattered raw egg on the counter and Kazuki glanced back with a sheepish grin. "Aw, missed. Was sure I'd get it that time." He chuckled, then let out a sigh with a brief smile. "My wife always hated it when I would do that."

Rei watched him clean it up and toss the shells into the trash before going back to cooking.

"You know, the only reason I bought the candles is because they reminded me of my wife," Kazuki went on. "She always had a million of them around the house, I was afraid she'd light the place on fire." He smiled fondly. "

Rei furrowed his brow. Kazuki never talked about his wife. Rei knew she had died, that was all. He'd seen one picture of her before Kazuki had put it into a drawer, clearly stating that it was none of Rei's business. So it confused him that he was bringing her up now.

"That scent was her favorite," Kazuki added.

The memories flashed back through his mind again and he squeezed his eyes shut before another memory popped into his head.

"This one is my favorite, doesn't it smell good, Rei-chan?" Warm flame, lighting the dark room. A soft kiss on his forehead through a curtain of black hair. "Maybe it will help you sleep."

Something caught in his throat and before he knew it he said, "My mother's too."

It surprised him and apparently surprised Kazuki too because he paused briefly before resuming his work, pouring eggs into a pan.

Rei was still confused about why he had even spoken when Kazuki said, "Memories can hurt sometimes. I still get sad when I think of her. But, you know, I guess that's how you know someone had an impact on your life."

But what if you don't remember? Rei wondered.

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Rei never usually slept well. He was too hyperaware of his surroundings to fall into more than a light sleep. Tonight was worse though, because on top of his usual trained anxiety, he could not stop the images flashing through his mind, a messy jumble that threatened to drive him mad.

Because he did vaguely remember his mother, and he knew that something bad had happened to her, so how the hell had he forgotten that? He wanted to remember, but he didn't know how…

Rei pushed himself up from the couch where he had been trying to sleep, and glanced to the corner of the kitchen counter where Kazuki had set the second candle.

Rei got up and padded over to grab it, staring at it warily. He hadn't liked the loss of control he'd felt earlier when it came to the memories, but…

He wanted to remember. Maybe if he could control the situation, it would help everything become clearer?

"Stay here, don't move"

The frantically whispered words echoed again and Rei suddenly started upstairs, slipping into the bathroom. The tub stood there like some kind of sanctuary, a promise of safety. Rei set the candle down on the side of it and pulled out his lighter.

Warm light emanated from the flame, and he eased himself down into the tub, sitting cross-legged with his hands clasped in front of him, head down. He closed his eyes as the sweet scent filtered in, setting off memories once more.

He took a deep breath and tried to stop the instant flow, plucking one out and trying to focus on it, breathing the scent in deeply:

"Can't sleep again?"

Rei lay curled under his blankets, shaking his head. He could hear the men in suits outside, slamming car doors and driving away. They scared him.

"Here, I have an idea."

His mother left the room for a moment before returning with a candle. She set it by his bedside and lit it silently. A comforting glow spread around the room, allowing Rei to breathe a little easier.

"This one is my favorite, doesn't it smell good, Rei-chan?" Her face was in shadows, but she leaned over the bed, silky black hair acting as a curtain for the world beyond as she bent to kiss his forehead. "Maybe it will help you sleep."

"But papa—"

"Your father doesn't need to know," his mother said softly, stroking his hair. "Everyone needs a little light in the dark. Now close your eyes, I'll stay with you until you fall asleep."

Rei blinked, inhaling sharply. He couldn't remember the last time he had thought of his mother with such clarity. He had completely forgotten being that young even. It seemed so long ago in more than just years.

He swallowed hard and tried to dig for the other memory, focusing on the bathtub.

A loud bang startled him awake, Rei had barely opened his eyes before his mother was scooping him out of bed, carrying him quickly out of the room, where the men in suits were rushing down the hall, guns in hand.

"Mama?"

"Shh, be quiet."

She threw open the bathroom door and placed Rei into the tub. 

"Stay here, don't move," she said quickly, cupping his cheek. "Just stay here and cover your ears."

"What's happening?"

"Don't ask questions, darling," she pleaded. "Promise me you'll stay down and not come out until I come for you. You'll be safe here, I promise." She leaned in and kissed his forehead. "I'll always love you, Rei."

Then she was gone and Rei was torn on following her, but the loud bangs sounded out and he was too scared so he curled up as small as he could in the tub and slammed his hands over his ears. 

He didn't know how long he waited. Noises crashed around him, shards of glass and plaster sprinkling down as things exploded in the room. But Rei stayed still, knowing his mother wouldn't lie. That as long as he did he would be okay.

He stayed that way a long time after the sounds stopped. Someone opened the door and Rei finally looked up, hoping it was Mama but it was just one of the men in suits.

"I found him," the man said speaking into a crackling radio. "He seems to be okay."

The man reached into the tub and picked Rei up, shoes crunching over the glass on the floor.

"Mama," Rei murmured.

The man didn't say anything, but Rei wriggled free as soon as they got out and started running as the man swore.

"Mama!" he shouted.

He ran until he hit his father, staggering back as the man made no move to help him, staring at the milling men in the entryway of the house. Two men were picking up stretchers covered in red-stained white sheets, carrying them out the front door.

Rei saw a curtain of dark hair spilling from under one of them and started forward.

"M-Mama!"

His father caught his shoulder tightly, hauling him back.

"She won't be coming back, boy. You'd best get used to that. It's time to grow up and begin learning the duties of the Suwa heir."

He left, leaving Rei standing there, alone.

Rei came out of the memory, hands shaking, breaths coming quick and sharp. He looked around, half expecting to see that destroyed bathroom from before, but it was just the same as it always was, with the addition of the candle.

He let out a long breath, slowly laying down in the tub to stare up at the ceiling, allowing the warm scent of the burning wax to lull him. When he closed his eyes he could almost feel the touch of a hand on his cheek, soft lips on his forehead.

"I'll always love you."

"Mama," he whispered. An odd feeling came over him, not necessarily sadness—it had been so long ago now. But he felt glad to have remembered. Perhaps Kazuki was right. Maybe memories were worth the hurt they caused.

He curled up in the bottom of the tub, feeling safe with the candle glow and closed his eyes. And for the first time in a long time, he was able to fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.

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Kazuki got up to grab a drink of water, noticing that Rei's bedroom door was open. Not that he usually slept there anyway, but he was still feeling a little bad about the candle incident. He didn't know what the scent might have brought up, but he was sure it probably wasn't good considering Rei's reaction.

But his roommate wasn't on the couch either when Kazuki got downstairs, which was odd.

Frowning, Kazuki got his glass of water and returned upstairs.

That was when he saw a warm glow from under the bathroom door and caught the scent of brown sugar and vanilla.

"Rei?" he asked.

There was no reply, and, worried, Kazuki cautiously opened the door.

The first thing he saw was the candle sitting on the side of the tub, burning away with a warm glow.

Inside the tub was Rei, curled in the bottom, sleeping heavily, breathing even and slow. His face actually looked relaxed and Kazuki felt an almost brotherly affection toward the younger man at the sight.

He went to grab a blanket, draping it over the sleeping man, leaving the candle burning as he went to catch some sleep himself.

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[fabulouslygaybean]

its 5am and i still can't fucking sleep

[subspencer]

the to-do list

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is worried that she’s not adventurous enough in bed. So, she makes a secret checklist of things to try with Spencer. Based on this request.

Category: Smut, 18+ ONLY, minors dni

Warnings/Includes: switch!Spencer, (sort of?) corruption kink, exhibitionism, mile high club, brief description of oral, unprotected sex, creampie, brief mentions of other stuff but no descriptions

Word Count: 3k

Spencer’s girlfriend has a secret checklist. It could be called a bucket list, of some sort, but really all of the items on it pertain to sexual acts to perform with Spencer, on Spencer, or in front of Spencer. So checklist is a more appropriate term.

The list came into existence after a girl’s night game of Never Have I Ever, in which she discovered there was an embarrassing number of things she’d never done. Some of them seemed nearly impossible to have gone twenty-something years without doing, especially when in a committed relationship. That was made abundantly clear to her when the girls pointed it out, teasing her — and by association, Spencer — for being more than vanilla.

There was no real reason she hadn’t tried those certain things — she wasn’t adverse to the idea of most of them at all. Really, it was just that she never bothered to dip her toes beyond what was familiar.

When Emily, Penelope, and Tara had nearly all ten of their fingers down after a couple rounds, she finally realized she might’ve been coming up short in the sex department. She figured it was about time to find out what she’s missing, so she made a list of everything she needed to try. And one by one, she and Spencer checked the items off.

One of the more simple things on the list, and perhaps her favorite, was giving her first blowjob. It wasn’t something she felt compelled to try with any of the guys she’s been with before, and Spencer, though he was very curious about it, was too much of a gentleman to ask for one.

So when she asked him to sit on the edge of his bed and dropped to her knees in front of him, he didn’t stop to ask questions. His mind went blank the second her fingers undid his zipper. It was Spencer’s first, too, and his fingers knotted in her hair as she took him in as deep as she could, hollowing her cheeks around his cock and swirling her tongue as her head bobbed up and down. Spencer always made pretty sounds in bed, but in this instance she envied his memory because she wished she could replay his moans and gasps from that first blowjob all over again in her mind.

Another favorite was allowing the favor to be reciprocated until completion. She figured she might just be someone who couldn’t get off from oral, because though she always welcomed Spencer to go down, she got impatient every time and pulled his head up by his hair, demanding him to fuck her already. Spencer was one to oblige every request, but he couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t overjoyed when one time she never stopped him short.

There were no interruptions, no hands shoving his face away from its rightful place against her, just increasing moans and shaking legs as Spencer was encouraged to give more. She can still remember the half-moon shapes his nails left on her thighs from where he had to grip them so tightly as she rode out her high. And she definitely remembers the almost feral look in his eyes after, because since that first time he insists on doing it again nearly every day.

There were more or less a dozen other items that slowly but surely got ticked off the list.

Handcuffs in the bedroom — fun, but perhaps better saved for special occasions. Or if Spencer was being extra good and deserved a treat.

Various new positions — a reminder to stretch more. And that sixty-nine is not as easy as it sounds on paper.

She let Spencer put a blindfold on her — it was decided they both prefer it more when the blindfold is on him. It keeps him guessing.

Spanking — both of them like this one, either giving or receiving. Surprisingly, she thinks she might like receiving it a little more, and Spencer is always excited to give.

Shower sex — a bit of a logistical nightmare, yet still a weekly staple. It’s slippery, yes, but it’s also relaxing and intimate. And Spencer just enjoys putting his hands on her wet, soapy body.

Sending dirty texts — great, but Spencer prefers taking nude polaroids of her instead. He keeps a few in his wallet for easy access. And because he knows Garcia can’t hack his wallet and find them.

And there were more items that went in the same tune until there was just one left. The one she was most nervous to attempt.

She wondered if joining the mile high club was better or worse if it was on the BAU jet. They’d have ample opportunities to do it, but they’d also be surrounded by their colleagues, and there is no coming back from getting caught.

But the main challenge was convincing Spencer to do it in the first place.

The initial plan of attack was to drop some “subtle” hints. She brought it up for the first time one night in their shared hotel room, right after Spencer fucked her against the bathroom counter, her legs wrapped around his waist.

“We could totally do that in the jet bathroom.”

“Yeah, I guess the basics are the same. Cramped space and a ledge to lean on.” Spencer was completely aloof as he picked up the scattered articles of clothing from the floor, rattling off about the size and dimensions of the airplane bathroom and missing the entire point of the comment.

She mentioned it again a little later, hoping the repetition may help him catch the drift.

“What’s the craziest place you’ve had sex?” she asked, completely catching him off guard as he ate a breakfast of frosted flakes in his kitchen.

“Um.. I don’t know? You tell me,” he shrugged, knowing that whatever the craziest place was, it was definitely with her.

“What about doing it on the jet?” It couldn’t get more obvious.

“We haven’t done that, silly. OH! I’m gonna say it was in my car,” he nodded with a wide grin, confident in his answer that unfortunately brushed past the proposition far too quickly.

It was time to change methods.

The new plan was to see if she could get him turned on enough on the jet to motivate him to do something about it right then and there. It seemed easy enough.

She sat next to him on the small couch, as she always did, and cuddled up to his side as he read his book.

Once everyone was distracted, she snaked a hand onto his thigh, allowing it to rest there long enough for Spencer to get over his initial shock and relax into her touch. As soon as he let his guard down, she moved her hand up another inch or two, watching him squirm again as he fought his mind from wandering. She repeated that cycle every five minutes until it drove him insane, his willpower diminishing in tandem with the proximity of her hand.

When everyone finally fell asleep, she craned her head to press small kisses on his neck, alternating between quick pecks and lingering ones, sucking warm and wet little flecks onto his skin that drew soft sighs without fail.

“What are you doing?” his breath was raspy and low as he muttered into her ear.

“Nothing.” She kept her tone innocent and sweet as she continued to sprinkle the teasing kisses across the column of his throat.

Her hand finally found its way directly on top of the bulge straining against his slacks and gave it a gentle squeeze. Spencer grinded himself into her palm, desperate to feel some friction, his jaw slacked and pupils wide. She dragged a thumb across his length, stopping to rub slow circles over the sensitive tip, drawing out a wet spot at the front of his trousers.

But even with his skin flushed red and his cock leaking and half-near orgasm, Spencer still found the restraint to stop her from jerking him off right on the jet and ripped her hand away, placing it in her lap as if the action could permanently force her to keep her hands to herself.

“I can’t go to the crime scene with cum in my pants,” he hissed, squeezing her wrist tighter.

She smirked at the opportunity, wrapping her warm lips around his ear lobe and tugging with her teeth before whispering with hot breath. “Then put it in me.”

For a second she saw him consider it. His eyes had a dark cast, gaze flickering between her eyes and lips as he swallowed the thick lump in his throat. But then Emily woke up and it was yet another failed attempt.

She resigned to the fact that it just wouldn’t happen, and that the item might remain unchecked on the secret list. So she cleared the idea from her mind, not wanting to keep pushing Spencer toward something he clearly didn’t have an interest in, or to keep embarrassing herself by trying.

And then a couple weeks later, as the team wrapped another case up, she came back to their hotel room to find Spencer sitting on the bed, facing away from the door.

“Hey, baby,” she greeted. When Spencer didn’t respond, she crawled onto the bed behind him, placing both hands on his shoulders and attacking the side of his face with kisses, giggling into his messy curls. “I said hey.”

Still nothing. Her eyes followed his line of sight down to his hands and went wide with realization.

“Spencer, where did you get that!?” She tried to snatch the crumpled piece of paper from him, but he was too quick to pull it away.

“I was looking for gum in your purse,” he explained, reading the sheet over again in complete amusement, “but I found something better.”

Spencer was much too excited about it, bordering on smug, and she rolled off the bed away from him in annoyance.

“Is this what I think it is?” She remained silent, suddenly feeling very insecure about the note. “Did you... did you make a list of things to do in bed?”

“You weren’t supposed to see that, it’s so stupid.”

“Hey, who said it’s stupid?” He tugged on her fingers, pulling her back onto the bed next to him. “I just wanna know where it came from.”

“Well... when I went out with the girls, we started talking about all the things we’ve done…” she paused to see if Spencer could guess where this was going, and of course he didn’t, “... in bed. And I hadn’t even done half of what they have, so I wrote some of them down. I — I wanted to try them with you.”

“So you… you’ve never done these with anyone else?” Spencer’s eyes widened as he pieced the puzzle together. He looked down again at the discarded sheet laying on pillows, his pride swelling at how long the list was. “I’m the first?”

She nodded in assent and no sooner was Spencer pushing her back flat against the mattress, settling his body on top of hers.

“God, that’s so hot,” he spoke into her neck as he sucked purple bruises into it, allowing his hands to roam freely under her shirt. His nimble fingers made quick work of her bra clasp, pulling the hem of the top up to attach his lips to her exposed nipple. He rolled the other in his fingers, tugging gently as she arched into his touch, rolling her hips up to grind against his. He groaned and pushed back, nestling himself perfectly between her legs.

Suddenly his motions halted and he popped his head up, looking at her with wide eyes and freshly ruffled hair. “We haven’t finished the list yet!”

“I — I didn’t think you were interested in the last one.”

“If my girlfriend makes a list of ways she wants to fuck me, I’m interested.”

A devilish grin took over her face. “Well, we fly home tomorrow.”

And true to the plan, they arrived on the jet the next day with at least a vague sense of strategy: wait until everyone is asleep then go at it in the bathroom. It wasn’t the most elaborate of plans, but there wasn’t much else to think of.

Except for the possibility that the others might not go to sleep.

The flight was already halfway through its journey and everyone was still wide awake, and Spencer was growing incredibly impatient. Perhaps even more than his girlfriend, now that he knew this would be part of a long list of things he got to be her first for.

That fact seemed to encourage him, the thrill of forever being her first at something. Never mind that she’d be his firsts, too.

Spencer’s not stupid, he knows that bending her over the bathroom counter while everyone is awake to hear it is a horrible idea. But his willpower doesn’t extend far enough to stop him from dropping his hand to her exposed knee, rubbing it softly just to be able to touch her. It seemed innocent enough in case anyone might see.

He kept his eyes on the open book he was pretending to read as his fingers traced the inside of her thigh, pushing up the hem of her skirt ever so slightly.

He inched his hand up and slowly spread his long fingers apart until they covered the length of her inner thigh. The tips stopping just below her cunt, delicately tracing lines back and forth parallel to the seam of her underwear.

And she quickly discovers there’s no taste worse than your own medicine. There was gentle brushes and concealed touches, all the things that she did to him. But where Spencer would’ve stopped her teasing before it got too far, she wouldn’t have done the same.

She covered up his hands by bringing her own down to her lap, silently encouraging him to continue unseen.

Spencer looked down at her through his thick lashes, bottom lip stuck between his teeth. Looking for more confirmation that she wanted this. The answer came in the form of her shifting subtly down the seat, pressing her clothed pussy firmly against his hand.

His cock twitched against the confines of his slacks when he felt the damp patch on the fabric. His knuckles brushed against her clit and her knees clamped shut, holding him in place as she brought her lips close to his ear to let him hear her soft whines.

He has to put his book over his lap to cover how hard he is, and it almost makes him regret starting this game. Almost.

Because just as she starts desperately grinding against his hand, squirming for more friction, he notices that everyone’s asleep. And then it’s a race to the bathroom, Spencer positioning her directly in front of him to cover his bulge as they stand up.

Their mouths are on each other before the door even closes, her hands wasting little time in going for his zipper. Both desperate to have each other after all the anticipation. She immediately perched herself on the countertop, spreading her legs wide so Spencer could fit in between them, just like in that hotel room. A confused whine fell from her mouth when he lifted her off from the ledge, interrupting her plan.

“No. Like this,” he growled, turning her around and pushing her hips against the edge of the counter, bending her over it. She muttered a “Fuck,” under her breath as he pressed his cock against her backside, knowing he preferred this angle because he could get deeper.

His lips trailed down her neck as he tugged the skirt up to her hips and pulled her panties to the side, running his cock along her folds to gather the wetness that had been pooling there.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet.”

He quickly inserted his thumb into her mouth to stop any sounds from escaping before lining himself up. Her moans vibrated against the digit as he slowly pushed in, stretching her out and letting her adjust before starting to move. Slowly and deliberately, at first, then quickly gaining speed.

She pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts until he pinned them against the ledge with his own, holding them still so he could set his pace faster.

The hand that was resting on her waist came up to her chest, groping at the flesh over her blouse. Her spine arched into his palm, bending forward to give him more leverage to get deeper to that spot inside her repeatedly.

He alternated between a few quick thrusts followed by a deep one, holding himself there for a moment before repeating.

Her cunt tightened around him as he held still against her, applying firm pressure to her spot with the head of his cock.

“Fuck, do that again, please,” he grunted against her neck, pushing his hips into her ass with bruising force to get impossibly closer. A loud whine nearly escaped her lips as he did so, the motion sending her over the edge.

She sucked harder around his thumb, using it to keep her cries at bay as she reached her climax. Her walls fluttered around him as she did, giving him exactly what he needed.

“Remember what you said before, baby?” he hummed in her ear, “Do you still want me to cum inside you?”

“Please.”

Immediately his thrusts became erratic, hips snapping forward a handful of times before he spilled into her in hot spurts, biting down on her shoulder to stifle his moan as he came.

Still heaving from the comedown, he pulled her panties back on, using the fabric to keep his cum from spilling out.

She turned to feverishly attach her lips to his, panting into the open mouthed kiss. When they finally broke apart, both looked completely wrecked with swollen lips, flushed skin, bruised necks. Still, they tried their best to fix themselves, straightening out their rustled clothes and smoothing knotted hair.

Before Spencer turned the door handle, he pulled her side into him, pressing a kiss onto her forehead. “We should make another list.”

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[f1babe98]

The Legend And The Sister

Warnings: swearing, yelling

Chapter1

Chapter 2

The days turned into weeks and the more time that passed, the harder it became. It started off innocently enough, we would exchange texts every couple of a day. But then every couple of days turned into everyday, which turned into multiple times a day. Now, it's non-stop. 

The more time that passed without me telling Max, the guiltier I felt. I mean Max had been the brother I have dreamed of having my whole life. It's been six weeks since our first meeting and they have been the most amazing and terrifying six weeks of my life. Everyday I feel grateful to have him in my life and I feel terrified that I'm going to lose him when he finds out about Lewis.

At the same time, I couldn't stop thinking about Lewis. He had been so sweet and kind since that day. He had actually taken the time to get to know me. Asking me questions about my childhood and life back home in y/h/c. And he'd actually listen to my answers. He asked about my job, why I moved to England, he took the time to understand me and the things that made me tick and made me happy. I learned so much about him and his childhood. What it was like growing up being the only black driver at all his races. The pressure he felt and how he handled and still handles it.

The more I got to know him, the more I realized that him and Max aren't so different. The both were singled out as children, Lewis for his skin and Max for who his dad is. They both had enormous pressure to make it into formula one and being amazing. They even handle the pressure of it all the same. Max being a hot head and Lewis being a former hot head. Lewis even admitted that he used to feel and react like Max when he was his age. I was sworn to secrecy on that one.

The knocking on the bathroom door pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Hey, you okay in there?”

Max had been staying with me during his visit to England. Instead of staying in a hotel, I offered him my guest room. I figured it was something a sister would do and he took me up on my offer.

“Yeah, I'll be out in a minute.”

What I had failed to take into consideration was the fact that he would be here, all the time. Don't get me wrong, I like having him around, I just can’t do anything without him noticing. Every time I smiled down at my phone at something cute or funny Lewis had texted me, Max was there asking me who I was texting. Every day dream about Lewis’ smile or eyes or laugh, Max was there to snap me out of it. 

The only freedom I had was when he was at the factory or an interview or sponsorship meeting. The few hours alone were my only guilt free moments.

*ring ring*

Too distracted by the fact that I was still naked and dripping wet, I answered my phone without checking the caller id. Mistake number one. Mistake number two came in the fact that I failed to realize it was a facetime call.

“Nice ceiling”

Confused, I picked up my phone.

“Lewis?”

“Shit, I would’ve facetimed you weeks ago had I known you would answer like this.”

It was then that I realized I was still in fact naked and soaked from my shower, and now public enemy number one in my family's eyes is staring at my boobs. I quickly dropped the phone.

“Aw come on. That's no fair.”

I dried my body as quickly as I could before throwing on an oversized t-shirt and putting my hair up in a towel. I sat on the bathroom floor and took a deep breath before picking up on my phone once again.

“There's that beautiful face again.”

“Lewis, why are you shirtless?”

“Well see this really pretty girl answered the phone and she didn't have a shirt on. Now me being the gentleman that I am, I didn't want her to feel underdressed so I took mine off as well.”

“Are you sure you didn’t take yours off because you thought this was going to be a naughty call?”

“I’m not gonna lie to you, when I first saw you I was really hoping that was what was happening. Now I’m just hoping that my shirtlessness sends it back in that direction.”

I couldn’t help but giggle, which was something I never did before six weeks ago. Lewis had brought out a side in me that no one had before.

“Why did you call? You’ve never called me before.”

“Well I texted first, but you never answered so I got worried.”

“You were worried about me?”

I could see the blush creep up his neck onto his cheeks. We spent the next several minutes on the phone. Talking to Lewis always made me forget about everything around me, all my worries washed away as soon as I saw the notification of his texts or heard his voice. 

After hanging up the call. I ventured out into my bedroom to put on proper clothing. I found Max sitting on the edge of my bed with an unreadable expression.

“How long have you been sneaking around with him?”

Mistake number three.

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb. I heard your call. I came to check on you and I heard the whole thing! How long has this been going on?”

“Six weeks.”

“SIX WEEKS?! YOU’VE BEEN SNEAKING AROUND WITH HIM THIS WHOLE TIME?!”

“I haven’t been sneaking around. We‘ve only been texting, today was the first we’ve spoken on the phone. I swear Max nothing else is going on.”

Max looked at me with sad eyes. The kind of eyes a dog makes when you kick them by accident. The kind of eyes that would break anyone's heart. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Honestly? Because I just got you in my life, I didn't want to lose you. The way you spoke about him the day we met, the hatred you have for him, I was afraid you wouldn’t forgive me.”

“Then why? Why keep talking to him?”

“I don’t know. I have never felt like this with anyone else. I can’t explain it.”

I watched Max stand from the bed and walk toward me. He leaned down and gave me a kiss on the forehead before making his way to the door of my room.

“Please don’t leave.”

“I’m not, I just need some time. I’m going to spend the night at a friends.”

I watched unsure of what to do as he walked out of the room. I heard the front door close and felt a tear fall down my cheek. I did the only thing I could think of. 

“I screwed up.” I spoke into the phone, my voice breaking as the words left my lips.

“I’ll be over in ten minutes.” 

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The sunlight peeking in through the curtains woke me up. I cuddled deeper into the hard pillow I was sleeping on. It took a moment before I realized the hard pillow was a person. I shot up from my position on the couch and tumbled backwards onto the floor. The motion waking up the person I had been sleeping on.

Lewis looked down at me with confused eyes. The events of last night coming back in flashes as I stared up at him. 

Mistake number four. 

We had spent the night drinking wine on the couch while I cried into Lewis's chest convinced that Max hated me. He had spent the entirety of the night holding me and telling me that Max did not hate me and that he would forgive because that's what big brothers do. At some point we must have fallen asleep and ended up entangled. 

“You need to go, before my brother comes back.”

Before Lewis had a chance to reply the door opened and in walked said brother. I don’t know what's worse, the anger in his eyes or the look of betrayal that followed. Without saying a word to either of us, he turned and walked right back out the door.

Mistake number five.

[angeloroki]

tiktok towel prank with shoto;bakugo;izuku & denki

— character ; aged up!shoto x gn!reader ; aged up!bakugo x gn!reader ; aged up!izuku x gn!reader ; aged up!denki  x gn!reader 

— request ; Could you do Shoto, Katsuki, Izuku and Denki (or any other character you have inspiration for!) react to the towel prank? Where the reader pretends to undo their towel so they would be naked in front of the camera but actually they are wearing clothes. Just thought their reactions would be amazing!

— warnings ; nudity mentionned 

— a/n ; here you go sweetheart, thank you again for your request ♥

SHOTO TODOROKI 

« i need to prank shoto with this », you whisper to yourself half hilarious 

a video had just pop up on your foryou page where a girl was pranking her boyfriend by pretending to show herself naked in front of the camera,

you just wanted to see your boyfriend's reaction

you were mentally planning to do it tonight when you’d be together in the bathroom

finally it was time !

you were getting out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, when it was shoto's turn to enter.

except you already had clothes on, shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. something he didn't know.

he was quick, as you were now both standing in front of the mirror applying your after shower products

you put your phone down in front of you, then started the countdown

he glanced at you, amused and busy brushing his teeth

you started dancing on a doja cat music

he watched you through the mirror, enjoying your little improvised show

when you started to take off your towel

you saw his eyes widen

and just as you took off your towel, shoto threw himself on you to take you in his arms and hide you from the camera that was still rolling

« what the hell baby !? »

you burst out laughing before shifting from his grip

he looked at you with red cheeks, and the toothbrush still in his mouth

then he noticed your clothes

you continue to laugh before taking your phone

« it's a prank baby! oh my god, i can't wait to see it on video. » you say between laughs.

he grunted before putting his face back in the mirror

« you know very well that this body of god/goddess is only for your beautiful eyes » you say a malicious smile on your face.

« you're unbelievable y/n. » he said, finally smiling.

« that’s why you love me, baby », you winked.

« mmh, i’m not sure anymore... » he smirked.

« HUH ? »

you took his face in your hands to cover it with kisses

which provoked a radiant laugh from your boyfriend

you always loved his laugh

obviously his reaction made the video go viral, with just under 200k likes and 50k comments

“ IT’S THE CAT REFLEXES FOR ME LMAO “

“ SHEESH HE WAS QUICK “

KATSUKI BAKUGO

you were in the kitchen, your phone in hand, scrolling through your foryoupage

wrapped in a big towel that covered the clothes you were wearing under, you were waiting for katsuki to come back from his patrol so you could give him the prank you've been waiting to do since this morning

you had seen a video of a prank when you were at work, which made you want to do it too

« oi I'm home! »

« hi baby ! » you say from the kitchen.

he comes to join quickly before putting a kiss on your forehead, he took something to eat and sat in front of the kitchen island

you got up when your coffee was finally ready

well, you could start

you put your phone down so that your boyfriend could see the camera and then you started the countdown

then you started your show and started to dance on nicki minaj music

you saw through your screen, katsuki watching you enjoying your dance show

then your hands came to rest on the knot that held the towel around you

you were making your future move obvious

katsuki let out a hoot of surprise and stood up abruptly which spilled the food he was eating on the floor

then you felt big arms moving you so that you were no longer in front of the camera

« OI Y/N ! NOT IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA »

he wasn't angry but his cheeks were all red which triggered a huge laugh from your side

then he quickly understood that it was a prank

he let go of you slowly, before growling

« did you really jump through the table for this? » you say with a howl of laughter. 

he returned to his place after picking up everything, looking grumpy.

« yes and i would do it again without hesitation. »

you blew him a kiss before saying "aww".

« this app will drive you crazy. with me by the way. »

the tiktok blow up in a few hours with almost a quarter of a million views, and thousands of comments.

“YOU WERE HERE AND YOU JUST DISAPPEARED” 

" the mess he made to come and cover you lmaoo"

IZUKU MIDORIYA 

your boyfriend was sitting comfortably in the chair, typing up some important files for work.

he had been totally engrossed in his work for some time now.

he needed a distraction

so the prank you had on tiktok could only do good

while he was silently typing on his laptop

you stood in front of him, in a towel, and secretly dressed underneath, putting your phone on the shelf

without waiting you started to dance on some rihanna music

your hands went dangerously up to the knot that held the whole towel over you

deku was giving you little amused looks, totally in love with you, he had almost given up his work

then your hands landed on the towel that you tore off with a sharp blow

a horrified expression was painted on his beautiful face

« y/n the camera is still on, your followers are gonna see you naked ! »

he took you in his arms, and in an awkward way dragged you with him on the sofa, him above you

you could see that his eyebrows were frowned

« i'm not letting you go until the camera is still on ! »

you bit your lip to keep from laughing at him

his face was a mess like no other,

red cheeks, wide eyes, and especially his lips that were rolled up

her expression meant confusion and shame in itself

you finally burst out laughing and then you got out of the way so you could show him the clothes you were hiding under the towel

he blew softly and let out an embarrassed laugh.

« baby calm down it's a prank ! »

you had to hold on to his arm to not fall on the floor hilarious

he gave you a flick on the face, a smile on his lips.

« you are not the best comedian for nothing. » he said ironically.

you kiss him on the cheek. 

« i know right !»

the tiktok went viral on twitter and tiktok leaving you with countless notifications

“ HE LOOKED GENUINELY SCARED POOR BOY “

“ THE LOOK OF TERROR LMAO “

DENKI KAMINARI

you and your boyfriend denki were lying quietly on your bed,

he was reading while you were hanging out on tiktok

it was the perfect moment to make this prank that was viral on tiktok

you were ready, dressed under your towel you put your phone on the furniture in front of you

making sure your boyfriend could see the screen

he followed you with his eyes, a mischievous look on his face

« oh, a surprise dance for me i see. »

you giggle before starting the countdown

you knew in advance that his reaction was going to be way too funny

you started to dance on a music of megan thee stallion

denki was used to do the dances you did to post on tiktok

and he loved watching you have fun

you finally put your hands on your towel that you took off with a sudden move

you saw denki's shocked reaction on your screen

« y/n ??? »

and suddenly you saw your phone burn out

« HUH ? » you reacted with a gasp

denki had just thrown electricity with his quirk to turn off your phone

you turned around half pissed off and half laughing

then he understood two things :

that it was a prank

and that he had burned your phone

"oh sorry, i was just supposed to turn it off  »

you finally burst out laughing

« you're really unbelievable.»

he comes to take you in his arms

« and what about you? with all your pranks you make me lose my mind ! »

he smiles gently at you, but it’s before you gave him a peck on the cheek

« for the moment it's you who owes me a new phone babe. »

he sighed loudly

« oh hell nah, you're the only responsible for this incident. i’m not going to pay for anything ! »

« in your dreams »

with a little luck your phone wasn't completely dead, and you were able to post the video.

which went viral with 1 million likes 

"THE BEST ONE BY FAR LMAOOO”

“ ELECTRIC BOYFRIEND ”

[skeezsbbygirl]

tmt (too much tank tops) + bang chan

hello sunshines! (◕‿◕✿)

i’m sorry it took so long for me to update :( i had some personal agendas i needed to attend to, but all is good now <3 this is for anon who requested a bang chan scenario inspired from all the sleeveless looks he’s been serving all of us lately haha. hope you enjoy!

STRAY KIDS EVERYWHERE ALL AROUND THE WORLD.

Don't do it, you thought, as you fought back the urge to bite Chris' exposed arm. The said male's attention was currently fixated on his laptop, clicking some buttons as he bopped his head with the beat that was playing in his headphones. You could faintly hear the tune due to Chris' habit of turning up the volume too loud, claiming that he needed to do that to perfect his craft.

His arm flexed, unbeknownst to him, as he rubbed his neck in attempt to ease some of the tension that was building in his muscles. Such motion made his veins even more prominent, faint shades of green and blue laced through his upper arm down to his hands.

"Chris, stop," you said as you grabbed his arm, slowly guiding it back to rest on the table. Your boyfriend looked at you in confusion, swiftly hitting pause on his laptop to focus on you.

"Stop what, baby?" he questioned as his brown orbs innocently stared into yours, a hint of concern was also displayed on his features, worrying if he had done something wrong for you to call him out.

"I'm sorry, I'll get this done right away," Chris added quickly, taking your hand into his and pressing a kiss on your knuckles. You offered him a sweet smile as you shook your head.

"No, babe. I wasn't talking about that," you explained, shifting in your seat to take a better look at him. Chris slid his headphones off, setting the gadget right beside his laptop. "Then what is it, bub?" he pressed, "You know you can tell me anything, yeah?"

"It's just," you paused as a sudden wave of embarrassment hit you. "Just what?" Chris prompted for you to go on. You shook your head, deciding to bite back the reply that was at the tip of your tongue. "Nothing. Forget I said anything, go back to work," you shrugged, flashing him a convincing smile as you reached out for your phone.

Chris eyed you suspiciously, sensing that there was something odd about your behavior. "I'm not going back to work unless you tell me what's going on," he stated. "Look at me, baby," he instructed as his finger firmly tilted your chin up. "Spill, (y/n)," he said, taking your phone from your hand as he carefully placed it on the table.

"It's embarrassing," you whined, pulling away from his grip, opting to nuzzle your face into his neck. "It's just me, babe," he chuckled, "Come on, baby."

"Exactly, it's you," you muttered, sending shivers down Chris' spine as your lips grazed the sensitive skin of his neck as you spoke. "What about me, love?" he asked as he grabbed your waist, pulling you towards him, making you settle on his lap. Your arms automatically wrapped themselves around his shoulders with your face still buried in his neck as he maneuvered you into a comfortable position.

"Youandyourstupidmuscletanktops," you breathed out in one go. "What?" Chris laughed, "What was that, babygirl?"

He heard you the first time, managing to catch your words despite how muffled you sounded. But still, he wanted to tease you.

"I hate you," you mumbled. "I hate you and your arms, and how they make me feel."

"No, you don't," Chris interjected. "Because if this is how you react when you hate them, then how much more flustered will you get when you actually love them," he teased.

You groaned in annoyance. "See? This is why I didn't want to tell you," you said as you emerged from your hiding. "So, you were ogling at my arms, huh?" Chris joked, cocking one eyebrow at you.

"Whatever, I'm joining Hyunjin in the dance room," you pouted, pushing yourself off of him, but Chris only tightened his hold on you. "No, baby," Chris whined, "Alright, I'm sorry, no more teasing."

Chris leaned in and gave you a kiss, one that lasted longer than usual. "You're the cutest," he cooed to which you responded with an eye roll. "I'm flattered that you like my arms," Chris said, "I've been working out with Bin a lot these days," he added.

"Yeah, I've noticed," you replied as you lightly traced the veins that adorned his upper arm with your fingers. Chris visibly relaxed under your touch, his eyes followed your movement, fascinated by your actions. "I'm glad you noticed," Chris giggled, suddenly growing shy from the attention he was getting from you. Not that he wasn't used to it, but it was the first time that you verbally expressed your fixation on his arms. He might have noticed your stares now and then, but he really didn't make a big deal out of it.

"Well, how can I not when you've been wearing a lot of sleeveless tops nowadays," you pointed out. Chris lifted his shoulders in a half shrug and you shook your head at your boyfriend's cocky demeanor, snuggling back into his embrace.

"I find them comfortable," Chris claimed. "And I find them distracting," you countered back. "Yeah, clearly," he teased, earning him a light smack on his right arm. "I just want to be in your arms forever," you said and Chris smiled at your response, planting a kiss on your forehead in the process.

"I'm here, baby. I got you forever."

The both of you stayed cuddled up for a while, with one of Chris' hand gently stroking your hair while the other was wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him.

"I missed you," you spoke after a while. "Like a lot," you added as you peppered Chris' neck with small kisses. "I missed you more, babygirl," he replied. "Alright, let me finish up and we'll go home," Chris released his hold on you, gently guiding you back to your seat.

An hour later, you guys were home, with you on the bed and Chris currently taking a shower. You were sprawled out on your stomach as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone, answering messages from your friends that popped up in your notification center every now and then.

Your attention was only shifted when Chris emerged out of the bathroom, clad in nothing but black sweatpants and a small towel hanging on his right shoulder, leaving his upper body bare. He sat on the edge of the bed with his back to you as you watched him dry his hair with the towel.

"Here, babe, I'll do it for you," you offered as you crawled to where he was. You tapped his shoulder, motioning for him to sit on the carpeted floor of your shared bedroom as you placed your legs on his sides. Chris' body nestled between your parted legs, crossing his own and making himself comfortable. "Thanks," he said, handing you the towel.

"You did well today," you complimented which earned you a shy chuckle from Chris. "You say that everyday," he noted, dodging your praises. "Because you do well everyday, Chris," you insisted, harshly ruffling his hair to make your point. The black-haired male whined at your sudden action, tilting his head up to pout at you. "You're such a baby," you teased, leaning down to kiss his lips. "But I'm your baby," Chris replied, catching your lips in another kiss.

"Yes, you are, so you better wear more sleeves from now on," you squeezed his arms, and then leaned down to plant a kiss on his exposed shoulder. "Aww, is my queen jealous?" Chris joked, poking your cheek. You huffed in response. "Don't worry, beautiful," he paused as he turned his body around to properly face you. "They may be out there for everyone to see, but they're only yours to touch and feel, and occasionally ogle at," he continued, a giggle escaping his lips as he delivered the latter line.

"I do not ogle," you argued, playfully hitting his arm with your fist. Chris laughed and stood up, hovering over your seated figure. He placed his hands on your sides, caging you within his arms. With Chris being so close, you could smell the all too familiar scent of his body wash -- it was safe to say that it took quite a lot of control not to pounce on him right there and then. "Yeah, sorry. I meant drool," he mocked.

You scoffed at his remark. "Forget it, I'm gonna ogle at Changbin's arms instead," you challenged and Chris immediately dropped his act. "Don't you dare," he gasped and attacked you with kisses. You yelped in surprise, throwing your head back as you giggled, which only allowed Chris to have better access to your neck.

"Alright, alright," you managed to say in between giggles, "I'm kidding, Chris!"

Chris stopped, placing one final kiss on your lips as he detached himself from you. "Good, 'cause you're mine," he stated. "I'm yours, always. I promise," you reassured as your hands came up to gently caress his cheeks. Chris melted under your touch, basking within the affection you were giving him.

You closed the gap between the two of you, connecting your lips with his once more. Chris caught you off guard for a second when he deepened the kiss. It was slow and soft at first, but things quickly turned heated when Chris nibbled on your bottom lip, and at your grant of access, he delved inside your mouth.

You raked your hands through his brown curly locks, lightly tugging at the strands as you pulled him closer, which elicited a soft moan from Chris, his own hands finding their way under your top.

"Alright, sugar lips," you chuckled as you pulled away from Chris, halting his advances, "Go put a shirt on, you need to rest."

"Don't want to," Chris insisted as he towered over your figure once again. "And why not?" you asked, raising one eyebrow at him. "Because I wanna love on you right now," he answered, "So lie back, babygirl."

[hollandsmushroom]

Broken Rules and Ruined Lace

Pairing:Tom Holland x Reader AU:No Word Count:3,134 A/n:Um, this is just pure filth pretty much, its slightly edited so I hope it is good but I am not sure…I think everything I write is shit so um, feedback is greatly appreciated. Warnings: Smut Masturbation, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Slight Degradation, Cum Play, Cum, Dom!Tom, Smut, Oral(F receiving), unprotected sex, orgasm control, orgasm denial, spanking(one mention). I think that is everything if not I am sorry.

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It’s not that you wanted to break Tom’s rule, you didn’t want to be his brat, you really wanted to be his good girl. But as soon as you woke up you knew that you were fighting a losing battle and all you could do was try and hold off the inevitable.

You remember when Tom set the rule, both of you laying in bed, your had rested on his sweaty chest as you stared up at his flushed face, entranced by the movement of his lips, they were still wet with your arousal and his spit, the slickness catching the minimal rays of light in the shadowed room causing the thing yet plump flesh to glisten, distracting you from his words.

“Y/n?” he gave your head a light tug, forcing your eyes to meet his “Are ya listening to me?” His accent was thick and words were stern.  

“No, sorry”

“I was saying you can’t touch yourself without permission” he growled, mashing his mouth to yours teeth hitting each other with the pressure of the open mouthed kiss. “So no more of what you did today, you hear me?” he asked, breathing heavily from the intensity of the kiss, his eyes looking deep into yours searching for recognition, you gave it to him in the form of a nod and a quiet “Yes, Tommy” before curling even further into him.

As you recalled what that night you knew you should be focusing on the assertiveness he used when speaking to you but all you could think about was how his lips felt on yours. On days like these his words never left your mind, but today you were more focused on remembering your cum on his lips. You knew that you needed permission but you didn’t want to bother with asking him if you could get off without him. Deep down you knew the excuse of not wanting to bother him was simply that, an excuse because you knew what his answer would be and it would be so much easier to disobey if he didn’t know that you had been thinking about it already, if he didn’t know to check if you had broken, if he didn’t remind you of the consequences.

When you had woken up Tom was already gone, you knew that he had press for Spider-Man No Way Home which was premiering tonight, your cunt on the other hand, had a mind of its own. As soon as you had fully awoken you felt a heat in your core, a fire that was waiting to be stoked, one that the clenching of your thighs in an attempt to alleviate the desire only worsened. A small whimper passing your lips as your thighs pressed your labia together, applying pressure to your swollen clit. You tried to ignore it, hauling your ass out of bed and to the kitchen, fixing yourself a nice cup of tea, sipping slowly as you tried to focus on anything else. The burn of the hot liquid on your tongue or how the marble counter was digging into your lower back, even Tessa’s cold nose nuzzling your calf, but nothing was working.

Deciding to put off making a choice until after breakfast, you fixed yourself something to eat. Focusing on the food in front of you as you did your best not to burn anything. Your brain was a debate, divided and arguing over the pros and cons. The pros were simply that you would get off, that the burning itch of ecstasy would go away, the cons well out weighed them, Tom’s punishment should have been threat enough but the state you were in was something past rationality. You surprised yourself by your decision that you were gonna do it. Eyes looking at the clock on the oven, the digital flash of numbers alerting you that Tom would be home in a couple hours, enough time for you to have your fun and not get caught.

You felt a little bad about disobeying Tom, but as soon as your hypersensitive skin met your sheets, and the pads of your fingers touched your clit, all guilt evaporated from you. Your mind was on him the whole time, how his fingers felt in you and on you. Pinching your nipples between your thumb and pointer finger, rolling the nub gently as you rubbed your clit furiously. Your body had been ready to go since you woke up, your orgasm building mere minutes after you began, your fingers covered in your slickness, you wished they could be cleaned by Tom’s tongue. You wanted it to be his fingers or better yet his cock that grazed over your g-spot making you dive into the pool of ecstasy that overflowed in your lower belly. You came down from your high, eyes falling upon the large blotch of liquid that squirted from your core, tainting your pure grey sheets, you assured yourself that it would dry before Tom got home not finding it in you to change the bed sheets.

You felt much more calm, your body feeling less like it was vibrating in a high speed desire ridden anxiety, it felt like you could breath and like you weren’t about to explode. You looked at the clock, knowing that you needed to get ready and you still had just over enough time to get yourself to the state that was presentable to the world. Making your way to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping in, scrubbing your hands clean, trying to rid them of your strong scent.

Tom came home from the press junket an hour later, already ready for the event, having had to be all put together since this morning for press. You heard him, his footsteps sounding on the hardwood floor followed loudly by Tessa’s claws clicking as she ran up to him, his voice was tired and beautiful, sounding like home and calling to you.

“Love, you here?”

“Up here Tommy” you shouted in response, continuing to apply your final bits of makeup to be prepared for the evening, specifically the red carpet.  Tom followed the sweet notes of your voice, wanting nothing more than to hold you in his arms, to ground himself from all the insanity that was the countless interviews. Tom found his plans changing when he saw something on the covers of your shared bed, his eyes catching on some patches of dampness on the grey duvet cover, they were mostly dry but still altering the color of the sheet a shade darker than it would normally be. His eyebrows raised up his forehead he went to check it was, making sure that Tessa hadn’t peed on the bed again. As soon as got near the spots a familiar scent hit him, arguably his favorite smell, one that almost always made his cock harden, the only exception being when he was already fucked out. It was the smell of your arousal, your cum to be more specific.

He was confused, you hadn’t had sex in a couple of days so why would your cum be on the sheets, unless you broke his rule. He felt a fury boil inside of him, mindlessly drawing him to where you stood in front of the mirror preparing yourself for the premier of his movie tonight.

“Hi Tommy!” you spoke excitedly as you could, your focus on the spooly in your hand applying mascara to your lashes. Without a word his hand wrapped around your wrist pulling your dominant hand to his face.

“Tom what the fuck” you exclaimed, angry that he had interupted you and almost ruined your face of make up but that anger melted quickly, realizing what he was doing as he unfurled your pointer and middle finger from around the mascara wand, bringing them to his nose as he glared at you.

The scent was faint on his nose, not as noticeable as it had been on the bed sheets but yet it was still present, hidden under multiple bouts of hand washing trying to rinse your disobedience down the drain with your lavender scented hand soap but clearly you hadn’t be thorough enough, the faintest hint still present.

“Tom, I-”

“No talking” he bit at you, your mouth shutting immediately as you nodded at his words. He pushed his body against yours, the imprint of his dick showing through his trousers before it pressed against you. His lips burn the skin on your neck before scratching his teeth over the juncture of your shoulder and your collar bone, biting down hard, making you hiss at the pain. “You broke the rule, I should have expected that you being the little fucking brat that you are” he chastized, his fingers bunching up the edges of your dress, hiking it up until the ruffled silk sat above the round of yoru ass, you barely clothed core visible to Tom’s hungry eyes as he knelt infront of you, fingers slipping inbetween your thighs and forcing them apart, a wave of yoru arousal hitting his nose. “You smell so sweet, I would love to devour your pretty little cunt but that’s only for good girls’’ he leans in and bites your mons, the lace barely protecting you from the blunt of his teeth.

The lace scrunched up beneath his teeth as he tugged it farther from your burning skin, pulling them downwards as he exposed your core, mouth watering as he saw your wetness connect to the crotch of your panties to your cunt. He had to remind himself that he couldn’t that you didn’t deserve it, that he was angry with you, but god did you look fucking delicious.

“Im gonna fuck you so hard, your legs are gonna shake the whole way down the red carpet, you’re gonna need me there to hold you up, even though you don’t need me cause you got off on your own” Tom spat, undoing his belt buckle.

“I do need you” you whimpered, the cold on your core nearing pain, all the blood rushing between your thighs increasing your sensitivity, the contrast of the chilled atmosphere on your burning skin already too much for you to handle.

“What did I say about talking, pretty girl” his often soothing voice coming out as a snarl. Taking the base of his cock he ran his tip through your folds, coming downwards over your clit before stopping at your entrance, thrusting into you without any warning, fully entering you with the first thrust. Tom watched as you bit your lip, nearly hard enough to draw blood.

“Good girl, stay quiet” he ordered as he started to thrust, the impetus of his hips making his balls slap against your taint, a jolt rolling up your spine as you felt every inch of him pulsing inside of you.

You wanted to scream, to whine, to moan, but all you could do was bite your lip as the pleasure started to overtake your body, every inch of your body being set aflame as Tom continued his thrusts. Tears were pricking your eyes as his hand gripped into your yielding and supple flesh, you felt your orgasm building, and you knew that Tom was too, his tip twitching against your walls, but just as you were about to unravel he pulled out, grabbing his cock and sliding his hand up and down it, thick white spools of cum shooting out, and landing on your panties, tainting the french lingerie that Tom had bought you on a romantic get away not long before. You were less worried about the lace, more about the intensified burning between your thighs that you now knew wasn’t being satisfied or eased anytime soon.

“It’s time to go,” Tom informed, pulling back from you leaving you standing there, your face portraying nothing but shock, eyes flitting between the cum that tainted your red lace panties and Tom’s smirking face. He tugged your panties back up your legs, soothing the lace over your core and spreading the cum across your folds before planting a kiss on your lips. “Come on” he tugged your wrist and led you down stairs to head to the event.

At the red carpet you felt his cum cooling on your folds and slipping between them, spreading around with every single step you took, you felt it seeping through your lace, smearing on your thighs and making them sticky. It was all you could think about the whole evening, how it continued to spread and absorb into your soft skin, it felt too much, and he wasn’t even touching you. Tom could tell how much it was affecting you, occasionally rubbing his hand up your thigh and gathering a little on his fingers, sneakily placing them in his mouth and sucking them clean. When you arrived home, you were a mess, your thighs sticking with his cum but slipping with your own arousal. It was enough to make you cum just thinking about it, and you were pretty sure you could if given the chance, but you weren’t. As soon as you reached the solace of your bedroom Tom spoke up, really the first time since before the event.

“Let’s get ready for bed” he suggested, causing a frown to overtake your face, but not wanting to make things worse you gave a curt nod and headed to the bathroom, grabbing one of Tom’s shirts on the way in there. You stripped yourself of your constraining dress, slipping on the loose fabric, and involuntary sigh escaping your lips at the feeling of freedom. You had already finished your nightly routine when Tom came in, you were right about to sit down and clean yourself up when he caught you by the waist.

“Nuh uh, don’t clean yourself up yet” he whispered, breath hot on your neck making goosebumps spread wherever his breath touched. “Go lay on the bed and wait for me” he ordered, placing a soft kiss beneath your ear. Spinning you in the direction of the door, and laying a slap on your ass, watching it jiggle as you walked away.

You laid down on the bed, you were stuck on thinking about what was about to happen, having been nearly positive that you already got your punishment for your disobedience. Tom sensed your confusion as soon as he walked into the room, standing at the end of the bed for a moment, watching you as you watched him, his eyes eager as they caught your pussy peeking out from beneath the hem of your shirt.

“I’m gonna make you cum with my tongue” was all he said before he was on you kissing his way down your body, lifting up the oversized shirt that now covered your body, nothing underneath it. The soft cotton bunching up much like your dress had earlier in the evening.

“Look at this cunt, so fucking gorgeous” Tom groaned, looking at how his cum still covered the lips of your pussy. “I love seeing my cum on you” his tongue flicked out and licked some of the arousal that was leaking from your entrance, the mixture of his spunk and your slick delicious on his taste buds.

“Tommy I want you in me” you whimpered, tugging on his hair.

“Nuh uh baby girl, I’m letting you cum on my tongue, you don’t get to be greedy, “ he growled, softly sinking his teeth into your clit. “You can moan, you can touch me, but you will only cum when I tell you too” you nodded your head eagerly, at the point where you would have agreed to anything just to have him touch you properly. He said nothing else, no words, no noise, simply licking over the closed lips of your pussy, enjoying the taste, if he hadn’t drained his cock earlier he knew that he would have been hard, and he was actually happy he wasn’t, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to hold out from fucking you to completion if he was.

“Taste so fucking good, baby” he slipped his tongue between your lips, licking over the folds and vallies that lined the inside of your vulva.

“Tom T-t-Tom you feel so- fuck good” you moaned, threading yoru fingers in his hair as you tried to pull him closer to you trying to smear your cunt across his face, but he fought back, he was gonna make you cum, but in his own time. Finally after multiple minutes of kitten licks and light kisses between your folds he fully delved into your cunt. Licking a heated spitty stripe from entrance to clit. He pulled back and spat on your clit, rubbing his nose against it as his tongue slipped into your cunt, licking the inside of nudging that one spot deep inside of you as his nose bumped into your clit. He continued this action over and over again, the thrust of his tongue increasing the pressure on your clit.

“Tommy, I-I-I’m gonna cum” you whimpered, your legs trying to clamp around his head but his hands held them in place.

“Cum on baby, cum on my face” he spoke into your cunt as he sped up his movements, letting pushing you over the edge, and you fell, your back arching off the sheets as your body tensed, toes curling into the duvet as your breath was pulled from you lips, a silent scream on your mouth. He held you through your orgasm, only tearing away from your pussy when he was sure he had milked you of everything that you had. Licking his lips and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he watched you, your eyes were clenched shut as you tried to catch your breath. Your high, leaving you so blissed out that you didn’t realize Tom had left and come back until a cool wet towel soothed your burning core, a sigh escaping your lips.

Throwing the towel into the hamper he crawled into bed next to you, pulling you into him. His touch still burned your skin, the need to unravel around him still not having been satiated. He seemed to sense your tension, rubbing his hand down your back and breaking the thick silence in the air.

“You’ll get what you want tomorrow morning, love, I promise, but don’t you dare think of getting off while I’m asleep,” he hummed, kissing your temple before turning off the light. You wanted to whine, to complain and be a brat but you knew that would just get you even farther from cumming around Tom’s pretty cock, so you maintained your peaceful silence, eyes fluttering shut just thinking of what you were gonna get the next morning.

@thehumanistsdiary @spydeysense​

[shorkbrian]

I love your yan Hizashi and Aizawa teamup fic so much! I love how shy the reader is and how daddy Aizawa is, and then Hizashi comes home - damn! Thinking about that shower ending 🥰🥰🥰

shower sex just hit different bro.

(What to expect - shower sex lol, NSFW, no penetration, just some clit rubbing and hand jobs. Noncon, dubcon, soft domestic stuff too lol)

Like just Aizawa dragging you into the bathroom, Hizashi already in the shower, completely unaware of your presence as he whistles out a jaunty tune.

Aizawa strips you down, pushes you towards the shower before taking off his own clothes. He guides you inside, and you flinch when the water starts hitting your skin, far hotter than what you were used to.

“Oh shit, didn’t know we were gonna have a party!” Hizashi sings as he turns around, eyes twinkling as he looks you up and down.

You’re tempted to hide your body with your hands, the blond’s eyes sweeping shamelessly over your skin, the man grinning when he makes eye contact with you again.

But Aizawa doesn’t give you that option, softly gripping your elbows and pushing you forward a bit more so he can step in completely, shutting the foggy shower door behind him.

“Be gentle ‘Zashi, I haven’t done anything with her yet.”

You assumed the dark-haired man meant “done anything sexual”. He’d touched you quite a few times, hands stroking through your hair, quickly scrubbing you down in the shower, sitting close in bed as he read a book, one hand around your shoulders as he kept you from bolting.

“Oh.... Sho, how could you resist? She’s so beautiful.” Hizashi breathed, hands fluttering up to your face, stroking over your cheeks as the water burned your skin raw.

“I wanted to wait until you got home.” Shouta shrugged, although the tone in his voice indicated that he would rather have not.

His self control was admirable.

Hizashi had less control, hands immediately dropping to grope at your chest, squeezing gently, pulling.

“God, you’re amazing Sho, I wouldn’ta been able to hold back. Look at her, all sweet and ripe.”

Shouta merely hummed, pressing himself firm to your back to stop you from backing away from his husbands’s fondling. His chest was warm against your back, and you could feel his length quickly chubbing up against your ass, excited by the meek little noises of protest falling from your lips.

A pinch to your nipple had you cry out, hands flying to Hizashi’s wrists, pulling them away from your chest.

“Ah, sorry honey, was just feeling’ ya.”

“I told you to be gentle.” Shouta admonishes, wrapping his arms loosely around your shoulders, pulling you protectively towards his body, until there was no room between the two of you.

Hizashi pouted, backing into the spray of water to rinse out his hair, blonde tresses cascading like silk down his back. He was pretty, while the man behind you had rugged looks.

Shouta seemed to share the same thought, because he began slowly rubbing up and down your sides, pressing a kiss underneath your ear that made you shiver before murmuring “Doesn’t he look nice? He’s so beautiful, long hair, long legs....”

He trailed off as he pressed more kisses to your neck, slowly traveling down. One of his hands crept across your stomach, and you keened in discomfort, trying to move away from his touch, but his other hand grabbed hold of your hip, keeping you still.

“You aren’t so bad yourself, mr. mountain man.” Hizashi winked at his lover, before turning around to scrub at his face, hiding his bobbing erection from view.

The man behind you huffed out a low laugh, and then his fingers were slipping between your folds, making you squeal and buck your hips.

Having someone else touch you was entirely different from doing it yourself. You didn’t know the rhythm of his hands, where he’d touch you next, how much force he’d use, if he’d rub, or pinch, or tap.

The heat built up in your stomach so fast that you almost fainted. You came seconds later, knees buckling beneath you with a provocative moan.

“Holy shit, she’s sensitive.” Aizawa kept you standing, leaning you back against his sturdy body as your thoughts swirled loosely in your mind.

It was so intense, you missed Hizashi turning back to the two of you quickly, eyes widening. “Did she just cum? Just from your fingers?”

“I didn’t even get them inside.”

“Holy shit.” Hizashi echoed his husband’s earlier statement, stepping towards the both of you.

At the feel of his long, slender fingers taking the place of Aizawa’s shorter, stubby digits, you cried out, squirming desperately to escape the sensation of too much.

Thankfully, the blond relented. He reached around your body, gripping his husband’s thick length with a kiss over your shoulder with Aizawa, rubbing him slowly.

As you made sense of the world again, you could feel his wrist, how it jostled against the small of your back as he jerked Shouta off, making the dark haired man moan in your ear before capturing Hizashi’s lips in another passionate kiss.

You felt out of place, inserted between the two men, interrupting their private life, such an intimate moment.

Hizashi seemed to notice your discomfort, drawing back slightly so he could find one of your hands in his own.

“Doing so nice honey, bet Shouta made you feel so good. Wanna make me feel good too?”

You really didn’t, but you didn’t know what else to do except let his hand guide your around his cock, jumping when the blond hissed.

“Oh fuck, her hands’r so much smaller than yours.” He told his husband, reaching for another kiss.

“Mm, wonder what it’d feel like to have both of of you strokin’ me off.”

“Don’t be greedy-” Aizawa huffed, easily rocking his hips forward, signaling to his husband that he wanted more attention on his cock, a tighter grip, a faster pace.

Hizashi grinned lazily, letting out a drunken chuckle before speeding up his movements, Aizawa groaning at the stimulation and dropping his head forward onto your shoulder.

The blond’s hand was still on your own, gripping it tightly as he guided it up and down his shaft, the angle awkward and stiff.

But apparently it was doing something for him, because he was moaning breathily. The sound set Shouta off, because he began bucking against his husband’s hand, and subsequently your ass, grunting quietly as he neared his end.

“A bit faster ‘Zashi... ah, there we go. Making him feel good down there?” He directed the question towards you, breath puffing against your shoulder blades as you were jostled from the force of his thrusts into his husband’s hand.

“She’s doing real good, gonna-gonna cum soon.” Hizashi sounded strained, also reaching his climax as he humped against your hand.

And then they were done, cum sprayed over your lower back, dripping steadily down towards your ass, sliding grossly between your cheeks. There was cum on your front too, coating your hand, wet against your stomach.

Hizashi panted for a second, before moving to the side, letting the spray from the showered wash away the evidence of his pleasure, releasing your hand.

“Jesus, you’re amazing hon’, can’t wait to see what else you can do.” A wink was thrown your way, and Aizawa snorted from behind you as he regained his bearings.

“Calm down ‘Zashi, she’s overwhelmed.” And you were, struggling not to let your breath run away, quicken and choke you until you couldn’t draw air into your lungs. This was all happening so fast, and you couldn’t stop it, didn’t know how.

“You’re alright (Y/N).” Aizawa’s voice was soothing, deep and melodic as he shuffled away from your back, moving to your side so he could reach for the soap and a loofah.

“Okay, okay-” Hizashi held up his hands, grabbing the soap for Aizawa while the dark-haired man grabbed the loofah. “-just gettin’ excited, can’t believe our girl is actually here.”

They washed you together, wiping you down gently, careful of oversensitive skin and the tears beginning to brim in your eyes. Hizashi’s hands were quick to get distracted, trying to slip between your legs before Aizawa quickly slapped them away, giving his husband a warning look. Hizashi responded by playfully sticking out his tongue.

“I just can’t help it, she’s just so cute! And I didn’t get to see her when she came, Sho, you shoulda told me it was happening!” The man whined, putting the soap back on the shelf as they finished washing you up.

Aizawa snorted, rolling his eyes as he helped you rinse off. “You’re just an insatiable bastard, we can fool around after we get her taken care of.”

The blond grinned, checking to make sure everyone was thoroughly clean before he switched off the water, hurrying to grab towels. “Fuckin’ sweet! Here, catch-”

A towel was thrown your way as Aizawa helped you step out of the shower, but it was caught by the man behind you before you could blink. He immediately wrapped it around your body, before catching another towel Hizashi threw his way, slinging it around his hips.

“You gonna tell us about America? How did your stomach handle the food?”

Their conversation turned into a gentle drone of background noise as you were dried off, Hizashi’s hands taking over from your own to rub you down while he chatted with his husband.

You were guided into soft shorts, Hizashi holding them for you while you stepped in, Aizawa pulling an oversized shirt over your head.

They set you on the bed while they similarly dressed, and you sat there quietly, lost in your head, dazed, confused, too stressed and scared to do much but stare blankly at the floor.

It was warm when they tucked you into bed, nestled between them. They were still talking, voices soft and fading to whispers as you closed your eyes, silent and overwhelmed. 

Maybe some sleep would help you feel better, and less like the ground was crumbling from beneath your feet.

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Arrow write the mickey spotting ian and kev fic challenge!

Had to do this while it was still topical lol, so here goes.

The first time was an accident.  Well, sort of. 

"Ian can help with that," Mickey offered, watching Kev struggle to shift kegs and pour drinks at the same time.

"Thanks man," Kev grunted, hoisting another keg.  He waddled with it along the length of the bar, body hidden behind the counter, and set it down with a heavy thunk.

"Not easy though," he added as he straightened.  "Don't wanna make him strain somethin' before your wedding."

He waggled his eyebrows at Mickey, tongue stuck out, and Mickey rolled his eyes.

He knew exactly what would come next.

"You think I can't lift a keg?" Ian asked from the stool next him.  His voice almost broke on the last word with sheer disbelief.  "I'm not some skinny kid anymore, Kev, I just got out of prison for fuck's sake!"

"Cause there were plenty of kegs there to lift," Mickey muttered into his beer, and almost sent it splashing over the old stained countertop when Ian shoved his shoulder too hard.

"Just point me where you need me," Ian told Kev, puffing out his chest.

Kev eyed Ian, then Mickey, then Ian again.  But ultimately, he shrugged, and tapped the top of the keg he had just put down.

"Uh, this guy here needs to go out back," he said.  "Brought in the wrong one."

"On it," Ian said, and made his way to it.  He bent over at the waist, his hands reaching for the handles, ass stuck out in his too-tight jeans.

Mickey tilted his head, and sipped his drink, admiring the view.

"Whoa, whoa, not like that!" Kev said from behind the bar, arms out.  "You're gonna hurt yourself, man."

"Then how," Ian forced out between gritted teeth, still leaning over, "would you suggest I do this?"

Kev came around, whacked Ian in the back until he let go and straightened with a huff.  Then he took up position at another keg alongside the first.

"Lift with your legs, kid," he said, and dropped into a half squat right in front of Mickey's face.

Oh.

"Like this?" Ian relented, assuming position next to Kev, broad back stretched and straight over bent legs and strong thighs.

Oh.

Kev and Ian each hoisted their kegs, beginning their awkward walk away toward the back, and Mickey leaned so far back on his stool he almost fell off.

Well, he thought as he downed the last of his drink, eyes following two ridiculously built sets of shoulders strain their way across the room.

He could get used to seeing that.

---

The second time, it was definitely on purpose.  He had talked Ian into trying out KevFit after his own misadventure--he was not eager to keep working out on his own, but Ian kept wanting to do new shit together.

They were only one round in at the keg lift station, Ian already grunting and heaving and sweaty next to him, when Kev came by.

"Good form, Ian," he congratulated, clapping a hand on his shoulder hard enough to make him drop the half-filled keg with a clatter.  "Way better than last time."

"Gee, thanks," Ian answered dryly, wiping his forehead with the hem of his thin workout tank, and Mickey had an epiphany.

"Hey, Kev," he said slowly, like the idea was just occurring to him, "You got all this equipment rigged up, but how are you on basics?"

Kev's brow furrowed, his muscled arms going slack at his sides.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean like, pushups and jogging and shit," Mickey answered.  "You know, the kind of stuff they do in the military."

He let his eyes widen, and turned them on Ian. 

"Oh wait," he said, "that's kinda your thing, ain't it?"

Ian shrugged, looking confused.

"Uh, I guess?"

"Why don't you show Kev one of your old workouts?" Mickey suggested innocently.  "He could add some things to the whole KevFit routine, maybe bring in more clients."

Kev perked up at that.

"Yeah, why not?" he said.  "C'mon Ian, show me what you've got."

Five minutes later, Mickey was leaning against the "spring water" station, sipping from the flask he had snuck in from next door, watching two ridiculously tall, ridiculously strong fuckers take up half the open floor space doing increasingly impressive pushups.  Right then, Ian had one arm behind his sweat-slicked back, Kev mirroring his form, and Mickey's eyes followed the rise and fall of their bodies with total focus.

"Excuse me," a wimpy, hipster-sounding dude said hesitantly from behind him, " but do you know when they're bringing out more waters?"

Mickey didn't even bother to look.

"Get lost," he answered, waving a hand in the guy's general direction.  "Go drink outa the bathroom sink like a normal fucking person and let me watch my show."

---

The third time, he was pretty sure Ian was catching on.

Not that he cared, honestly--the view was fucking worth it.

"You call that a bench press?" He goaded his husband from behind the bench.  "Kev's kickin' your ass, man, that's just embarassing."

Ian glowered, breath hissing out between his teeth as he pushed up again.

"I'm pretty much pressing you right now," he gritted out, "so I'm feeling pretty good about it, actually."

Mickey hid his grin behind a hand, feigning disinterest even as his eyes followed Ian's bulging arms up and down, lingering on the tight plane of his chest.

"Well he's pressing like two of me," Mickey countered, letting his eyes wander, "so you might wanna step it up, tough guy."

Sure enough, Kev's current weights were at least half again what Ian had, and he was doing an admirable job of lifting them considering that his gigantic self was too big for the bench.  Mickey hadn't considered that when he invited Kev to check out the gym at their new place; it was designed for recreational exercise, not fucking seven foot tall body builders.  The man's legs stretched out awkwardly off the bottom of the bench, knees bent but stuck up far too high for proper form.  His broad shoulders dwarfed the other end, making it look like his upper body was just suspended there.

Mickey licked his lips, watching the shift of muscles under Kev's tanned skin--thank the lord the man shared his aversion to sleeves--and almost got chinned when he leaned too far over Ian's station.

The bar slotted into place without his help, Ian sitting up and wiping his face with a hand.

"Why don't you spot him for a while, then," Ian said. "While I go hit the shower."

He stood, making his way to the door, and Mickey paused, torn.

"Or I could give you a practical demonstration of my ability to lift you," Ian added over his shoulder, and Mickey was making his excuses to their guest and chasing after him before Kev could even finish another rep.

---

Ian never brought it up, after that, but Mickey still decided to cool it, just a little. Ian had seemed a little jealous, at the gym, although you'd never have known it by the things he said later--bet you like it when people look like they can throw you around, Mick--and Mickey did not need to throw a wrench into their marriage just for a little extra eye candy.

But then they were all at the pool together, the Gallaghers plus Mickey, plus Tami, plus Kev and Vee, and he really couldn't help it.

"Damn our men are hot," Tami had commented, sitting in a white plastic chair next to Mickey.

Mickey leaned back with a grin, taking a swig of lukewarm beer, and said, "You think that's hot?" nodding to where Ian and Lip were splashing each other over Franny's head in the shallow end.

"Watch this," he finished, and cupped a hand over his mouth to help his voice carry.

"Hey Ian," he shouted. "Bet Kev could beat you in a race."

"Hell yeah!" Kev called back from where he was manning the grill. "Name the time, man!"

Mickey could see Ian roll his eyes, and worried for the briefest of moments that his husband was done humoring him. But after a brief, hushed word with his brother, Ian was swimming to the side of the pool nearest Kev, saying "right now, backstroke, three laps," and Mickey was falling in love all over again.

"You do this a lot?" Tami asked, amused, as Kev stripped off his shirt and jumped in to take his place at the wall of the pool.

Mickey waited until they were off, arms wheeling wildly through the water and sending the sparkling spray onto sculpted, heaving chests, to answer.

"Define a lot," he said, not looking away from the spectacle as Ian and Kev hit the wall and turned, their swimsuits flashing through the water.

Tami snickered.

"Got it," she said, then, "thanks for sharing the wealth."

The race finished, Ian and Kev lifting themselves out of the pool, water running down their bodies as they clasped hands and went in for a shoulder-slapping bro hug. Ian looked back to where Mickey sat, and smirked.

"No problem," Mickey murmured, watching closely.

Ian leaned up to say something into Kev's ear, and Mickey squinted, like that would somehow help him hear it.

"Ogling the competition, Milkovich?" Lip's voice came from behind, and Mickey nearly fell out of his chair.

"The fuck are you talkin about?" he demanded, twisting around in his chair to look at Lip's knowing smirk.

"Nothing," Lip answered innocently. "Just noticed you've been watching Kev a lot lately."

Mickey scowled.

"And what's it to you?" he challenged. "Nothing at all," Lip said. "Just an observation." His grin widened. "And a distraction."

Mickey's eyes narrowed.

"A distraction from wha--argh!"

He cut off as he was lifted by two pairs of string arms, familiar ones wrapped under his own and different, strong hands holding his feet. He flailed, barely registering the flash of green eyes and a mostly bald head, before he hit the water with a splash.

By the time he surfaced, snorting chlorinated pool water out of his nose, it was to see two grinning faces looking down at him.

"Thought you might need to cool off after watching us," Ian said with a grin, laughing when Mickey tried to splash water into his face.

"Next time you want a show," Kev added, "just ask, man." He waggled his eyebrows. "I learned a few things when I worked that gay club."

Ian laughed again at Mickey's shocked expression.

"You need to work on your poker face, Mick," he said. "But it's okay, we don't mind."

He winked, then turned to walk away, leaving Mickey floating in the pool. Kev left with him, hips swaying slightly, and Mickey bit his lip and watched them go.

"Really?" Lip asked from the side of the pool, sounding disgusted, and Mickey just shrugged without looking back.

After all, if they didn't mind...

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Wings| Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Reader wears Daryl’s vest through Alexandria

I walked out of my bedroom, looking for my boyfriend who had left me so early in the morning.

I was aware of how Daryl wasn’t fully adapted to Alexandria yet but I wished he would stay with me a little longer. I mean we finally have a place to settle down, where me and him can actually live in a house together without someone walking in on us.

Seeing as Aaron gave Daryl some parts and the bones of a motorcycle to build, I assumed he would be working on it in the garage. 

Walking down the steps into the kitchen I saw a dead rabbit sitting on the counter. Grimacing I ignored it and continued to walk past it, knowing Daryl was the culprit.

I opened the door to the garage seeing the dark haired hunter sitting down on the floor.

“So, are you gonna just leave that rabbit on the counter or are you showing me a new center piece?” I asked.

Daryl jumped turning around seeing me leaning against the wall. He shook his head at me before looking back at the bike.

“Very funny, that’s our dinner.” He spoke still not looking at me.

I walked over to him and sat down, now staring at him. Seeing him all muddy and gross, I had an idea. 

I grabbed the tool from his hand which caused him to look me in the eyes. I place the tool on the ground and looked at him before saying,” Why don’t I wash your clothes, Deana gave me some extra stuff for you and I. You might as well shower now because at this pace your not sleeping in bed with me tonight.”

He rolled his eyes at me before nodding. Standing up he took my hand leading me back into the house, up the stairs. He walked into the bathroom stripping out of his clothes then giving them to me. 

“I’ll leave some clothes on the bed for you,” I said before walking away, going to go clean the dirty clothes. 

-

I didn’t realize how much Daryl’s clothes needed washed. We had been out on the road so long that I got used to seeing him like that.  

I had washed most of his clothes before getting to his leather vest, his most warn article. I had always admired it, seeing Daryl in it reminded me of a guardian angel. It made sense to me because that is how I always saw him and one of the things I love about him. 

Looking down at the patched on wings I thought to gently clean it, knowing how special it was. I grabbed a wet rag and dabbed the vest in the dirty spots and also wiped down the leather. Seeing it finally clean again I hung it up to dry, knowing I would come back to it soon. 

I finished the rest of his clothes, working especially hard on the stain in his pants. I was so relived when I found out Alexandria had running water and electricity otherwise I would be here for hours. 

Looking over at the black vest hung up I felt it making sure it wasn’t still wet. I knew Daryl would want it back soon, so I hurried and turned on the community dryer before grabbing the vest. Looking down at my outfit seeing the white shirt and black jeans, I shrugged before putting on my boyfriends vest. 

I left the small room before leaving the main house too. I walked down the street before running into Carol.

“How are you and Daryl doing?” she asked looking me up and down.

I nodded at her,” Just fine. Finally got him to shower and out his clothes, saw the opportunity to wash the smelly things.”

She laughed, knowing how Daryl refused to shower for the longest time when we first got here. She looked at the vest wrapped around me, she glanced into my eyes in shock. 

I stared at her blankly before questioning,”What?”

“Nothing. I mean, Daryl must really love you if your wear his wings like that.” She said matter of factly. 

I looked down at the ground, “It was just in the laundry, I knew he would want it back soon so I hand washed it. I mean we only started dating 8 months ago, and you know how he is with the L word.”

Carol looked at me as if I was missing something, she spoke up,” Hunny, I am pretty sure that man has loved you from even before you started dating. Not to mention you live together now.” I blushed at her words, thinking it over. 

“Just think about it, I don’t wanna be the one who outs him,” Carol continued before winking at me and walking away.

My eyebrows furrowed, I knew I loved Daryl and after this conversation it made me realize how much I truly did. 

-

Walking up the steps to the house I took an intake of breath, I wanted to tell him. I wanted our relationship to have honesty and also didn’t want anything happening to him without him knowing how I truly felt. 

I opened up the front door before yelling, “Daryl, I’m home!”

He come down the stairs fast in a black button up with a matching black pain of jeans. Daryl slowed seeing me standing there in his vest.

“Woah,” he whispered eyeing the vest. 

I shook my head about to take it off thinking he was upset. But I stopped myself hearing him speak again.

“You look amazin’,” He spoke.

I looking up at him blushing,” I thought you would want me to take it off.”

He shook his head quickly before saying,” Girl, you are the only thing I would let near that thing. Don’t take it off.”

I looked down before speaking lowly,” Was not expecting that.”

He wrapped his strong arms around me, using his fore-finger and thumb to lift my chin.  He bent his head down to my ear and spoke,” You look so bad ass in that jacket. Really makin’ you mine.”

Looking at him, I thought now would be a better time than none to tell him. I leaned forward and pecked him on the lips, pulling away from him as he tried to deepen it. He looked at me in confusion, frowning, but I gave him a reassuring look before finding my words.

“I’m always yours.” I took a quick breath before continuing,” because I love you Daryl.”

He looked at me a moment but then his frown from before turned into a smile. Daryl leaned down and pulled me into a deep, passionate, heavy kiss.

Pulling away for air, be breathed heavily together him being the first to speak up,” I love you too.” 

We smiled at each other but then I got distracted by something in the background.

My eyes widened pulling away from the man in front of me, looking between the kitchen and him. I walked slowly into the kitchen seeing the gigantic blood mess on the counter.

I turned around quickly before speaking,” It was bad enough the rabbit was on the counter but did you really have to gut it there too.” 

Daryl smiled at me,” Don’ worry about that. Focus on us.” 

I stared at him in astonishment, “ I love you, I really do. But this is gonna bug the crap out of me.” 

-

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Making Amends: Part Three

Pairing: husband BangChan x female reader

Genre: Slight Angst, Heavy Smut (18+ only!), slight fluff

Word Count: 7.6K+

Warning(s): nsfw, only 18+ readers minors DNI! 

“Babe, wake up,” Chan said as he caressed your cheek.

Opening your eyes, you realized that the jet had already landed. You must’ve been so tired from work that you fell asleep the entire way there. As Chan took off your seatbelt for you, you stretched your arms and yawned while standing up. It was weird. Chan was being sweet like how he was back in the days you both were dating...

“Where are we?” you asked while rubbing your eyes.

“We’re in your favorite place, baby.”

My favorite place? You thought to yourself. You didn’t have any favorite place. Home with the kids was your favorite place, but you’d already left home to come to wherever this place was.

“Come on, babe, let’s go,” Chan said standing near the jet door with his hand out towards you. What else could you do? Chan was being weird, but you didn’t have a choice since you were already here. Grabbing his hand, he began leading you out.

“Oh! Wait,” Chan said as he pulled something from his coat pocket. They were your sunglasses… your favorite pair. You hadn’t worn them since your honeymoon with Chan. They’d been sitting in your drawer at home collecting dust since you both hadn’t been able to go on vacation after having kids and being busy at work. That was ages ago. Time really does fly by fast.

While you were too busy being stunned, Chan suddenly put the sunglasses on you. You looked up at him. He was smiling and adoring you, then suddenly kissed your forehead. You let a small smile form on your lips and looked down with a small blush forming on your cheeks. As you were about to look up, Chan reached his hand out to brush your hair out of your face.

“This too,” he said as he pulled out a hair clip from his pocket. He clipped your hair back the way you always did when you were cooking or doing something that needed your full attention. “You look beautiful as always, baby.” Those were such simple words that made your heart beat faster. It had been so long since you’ve felt Chan’s hands caress you like this. It wasn’t much, but it was something you both hadn’t felt in so long. “Come on, let’s go,” he said as he took your hand from your side and led you through the open jet door. You were greeted with the setting sun on the horizon, the feeling of slightly humid air, and beautiful greenery as you stepped out of the jet. This was a familiar feeling…

This was the private island Chan had bought as a gift for you as your wedding gift. You’d told him that buying an island for yourself to live on as you grew older was the one thing that you always dreamed of, and he did that as a gift to you for your wedding gift. You were on the verge of tears. You’d been so busy at work that you forgot about your island. Chan was right. This was your favorite place… your safe haven.

As Chan helped you down the last step, he asked cautiously, “Are you okay, babe?”

“Yeah… I’m just surprised we’re here…” you said as you looked at his worried eyes.

“Okay… What do you wanna do, hmm? Go to the waters? Eat lunch?”

“Let’s get settled in first, then we’ll decide what we wanna do,” you said as you led the way to the beach house.

There wasn’t anyone around. Usually, there were at least one or two workers, but there wasn’t anyone on the island.

Reading your concerned body language, Chan knew what you were thinking. “I told the workers that they could leave for the next week.”

“Why?” you asked. “So we can have the island to ourselves, what else?” Chan said as he unlocked the front door to the beach house.

Walking through the house made you reminisce every memory you made with Chan. The many times you both made love, held each other, and spoke in the dark about your future plans as a couple. Every memory played throughout your mind as you walked by every room on the way to the master bedroom.

Pushing the doors open, you saw the very bed you and Chan had first made love. You took a deep breath as you pushed the thought to the back of your head. Although you loved Chan, no matter what, you weren’t going to forget everything just because he brought you to your favorite place. Anyone could say you were stubborn in your ways, but what you went through had to be spoken through with Chan who’d been following behind you through every room and space as well. He hadn’t said anything, but you knew what he was thinking.

“I’m gonna take a bath,” you said as you made your way to the bathroom.

“Oh… okay. Do you want to eat anything?” Chan asked watching you walk away.

“No, I’m not hungry.”

You lied. You were starving. It was killing you, but you didn’t want to be an inconvenience to Chan. Especially not since the argument. It killed you that there was an unspoken silence among the two of you. It was ridiculous, really. You were both grown adults who were supposed to be in a compromising marriage, but here you were barely speaking to each other. Chan made you happy, but during hard times, it didn’t seem like he was happy with you. That was where things got hard for the both of you.

Your thoughts were interrupted as your timer went off letting you know to get out of the bath before you turned into a wrinkly prune. As you grabbed your towel to dry yourself off, you had slipped off the ledge of the bathtub with a huge thud. Hearing the loud thud, Chan ran to the bedroom asking if you were okay and waiting for a response. You’d hurt your knee from the fall, but it wasn’t anything too serious. While you were trying to get up, Chan had already opened the door and saw you naked on the bathroom floor.

“Are you okay??”

“Obviously,” you said with some attitude while trying to reach for the towel on the wall.

“Don’t move,” Chan demanded as you looked at him with curious eyes as he ran out of the bathroom.

You listened to him, though. What if there was a bug on you? You checked your surroundings but didn’t see anything either. Looking up, you saw that Chan was running back with the first aid kit in his hands.

“What the-��� you said before Chan lifted your naked body to sit on the edge of the bathtub.

“Sit still,” he said while assessing your knee. It was bleeding. You hadn’t even realized. You were too busy being stubborn that Chan walked in on you naked and helplessly reaching for your towel that you hadn’t realized your knee must’ve scraped something on the way down. You started covering your body as you realized how bare you were in front of Chan.

“Don’t worry, baby. It’s not like I haven’t seen all of you yet,” he teased while smiling lightly.

“I’m not covering up my body because of that!” You tried to argue back.

“Oh really?” he asked looking up at your face.

“Y-yes…” you lied while trying to hide the faint blush on your face. “It’s because I’m cold.”

“Oh?... I thought you took such hot baths and showers that you actually aren’t cold after you come out for awhile.”

Damn it! He knew you so well you couldn’t even lie to his face.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’m just taking care of your knee. I won’t look if you don’t want me to.”

After applying an ointment and band-aid to your knee, Chan looked up at you with a faint smile on his face, “There. All done. Does your knee still hurt?”

While trying to stand up, you tumbled a bit because your knee was still sore, but not in too much pain. Chan caught you just as you were about to fall.

Pushing him away, you brushed him off with “I’m okay.”

“It doesn’t seem like it,” he retorted.

“If I say that I’m fine then I’m fine!”

You could tell Chan was a bit hurt from your remark, but there wasn’t anything that made you angrier than now. Was he just doing this to “make up” his lame ass actions from the previous months? Was he doing this to distract you from the fact that he could be cheating on you? Your thoughts were swirling so fast around your head that if it were a cartoon you’d be seeing stars circle your head.

As you took the towel off the wall and walked into the bedroom, you sat on the bed while checking your knee. Chan was always so good at taking care of you whenever you were hurt. But just seeing you physically was all that he could see; he couldn’t see that you were hurting inside as well. You missed the times where he would come and tell you he loved you every day and do small things to make you feel loved. It truly was the small things that you missed from him.

You’d been in the bathroom for so long you didn’t even realize that the sun was already gone for the day. You were still starving. Your stomach started to rumble.

“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” you heard Chan’s voice come from the bathroom door.

“I-” you started to protest.

“I already cooked us some dinner while you were in the bathroom. Get dressed and come out when you’re ready.”

He wasn’t happy with you. He never was. It just made your heart sink. Chan was actually trying to fix your marriage, but you were the one who was pushing him away. It just made you feel even worse about your attitude, but you both needed to find a middle ground for your everyday life-not just when you were on vacation without the kids or worries from work.

After getting dressed, you walked into the kitchen. It smelled amazing. You saw that Chan had cooked your favorite pasta. You were secretly excited, but you knew that Chan wasn’t too happy with you right now.

“I hope you don’t mind that I cooked the pasta. I’m not that great at cooking it like you do, but I just wanted to make something to make you happy,” Chan said as he pulled the chair out for you to sit on.

“It’s okay. I appreciate it,” you said while showing a slight smile to try and make Chan a bit happier than before. He shared a smile with you before walking to the other end of the table to sit.

“How’re you feeling now?” Chan asked as he dug into the pasta on his plate.

“I’m feeling okay…” what else were supposed to say?? No, don’t talk to me? Ugh it was too hard to be married sometimes.

“But?...” Chan said as he looked up after taking a bite.

There was a long pause before you began speaking. What were you going to say? The last argument hadn’t even been solved and you didn’t even want to bring up another topic to argue about with him, but-

“Are you cheating on me?” you blurted out before you could even think.

Chuckling to himself before looking at you, Chan smiled at you.

“Y/N, if I don’t even have time for you, my wife, why would I have time for another woman?”

“Just because you don’t have time for me doesn’t mean that you can’t give the attention to another woman,” you snapped back.

“Okay, you’re right, but you know that I wouldn’t do that to you. You’re the mother of my two beautiful kids, you’re everything I’ve wanted in my life. You’re literally the embodiment of who I dreamed of marrying. I don’t know why-”

“Then why don’t you treat me like it?” That was it. You’d been holding back for too long. It took too much space in your mind. You were going to solve the problem now or else you were going to lose your mind.

“I’m trying, babe-”

“Bringing me on vacation isn’t going to cut it, Chan. We can’t just do this every time we argue it’s ridiculous that-”

“That what?” Chan said looking you dead in the eyes. “That I’m trying to be a good husband? That I’m trying to be a better man? I know that I fucked up, Y/N. I know that I fucked up for the past few months, but I don’t think that we should just leave our marriage broken. You act like I haven’t been trying lately!”

“I never said that! I’m just asking you why you’ve been neglecting me, your wife, for God knows how long!” was all you could say before tears started rolling down your face. It was all out now. No holding back. No more secrets hidden. No more bottling things up.

As Chan saw the tears on your face, he reached over to wipe them away. Before he could touch your face, you whacked his hand away.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you said as you stood up and walked outside toward the beach.

“Y/N! Wait! Where are you going?”

“Don’t talk to me! Don’t act like you care, Chan!”

“What are you talking about?! Y/N please. We need to talk this out. Tell me how you’re feeling, why you’re feeling like this, and what I can do to make you happier,” he said while following you onto the white sandy shore.

“Nothing, Chan! Nothing! That’s what you can do to make me happier!” you yelled while still turned away from him.

“Y/N, stop! Look at me!” he said while pulling your arm so he could have your full attention.

“What, Chan?! What the fuck more do you need from me?!”

“I need you to communicate what you’re feeling, Y/N. That’s what I need you to fucking do so that I can salvage this marriage,” he said sternly while looking at you straight in the eyes.

You could have any kind of attitude, but you knew that when Chan had enough, it was enough-especially when he wouldn’t move his gaze away from your face.

“What I want? I want you to be my husband, Chan! I want you to love me the way you did when we first got married. I want you to love me the way you promised you would when we were in love! Where’s the Chan I fell in love with? Do you even know who I am anymore? Am I nothing more than just your children’s mother? Where’s the man I made love to and shared secrets with on a daily basis? Do you even love me, Chan?!” was all you could say before tears started rolling down your face again. You couldn’t handle being so emotional, but it had been too long since you’ve been open with your emotions that it brought everything you were thinking out.

Chan started walking closer and closer to you, but you backed away, wary of his touch.

“I do love you, Y/N. There’s no one I want more than you. You’re all that I need. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry that I’ve been such a shitty ass husband these past few months. I’m sorry that I haven’t been showing you as much love, okay? I’m so sorry, babe. Please, forgive me,” Chan said as he got on his knees and hugged your waist. You couldn’t do anything but cry your eyes out. It had been too long. It wasn’t what you wanted, but it’s the only thing that could suffice.

“Let go, Chan,” you said as you tried to pry his arms away from your waist.

“No. I’m not going to let you go anywhere. You’re everything I need, Y/N. You’re my rock. You’re the only woman I need in this world. I’m sorry that I’m such a horrible husband that I couldn’t see you were struggling as well. I’m sorry that I’ve been so selfish. Please, Y/N, let me fix this. Let’s fix our marriage. I don’t care what happens as long as I have you with me. I need you here with me, Y/N,” Chan protested while firmly holding your waist to his chest. His chest was heaving. He was crying. Chan rarely cried.

You both were on the sand for who knows how long. You knew that you’d been so stubborn, but you’d been hurt for so long that it felt like a huge burden had been lifted from your shoulders this time. It was a great relief, but now it was time to build your relationship to become even stronger together than before. It was only a matter of time before you grabbed Chan’s arms trying to get out of his strong grip again.

“I told you, I’m not letting go,” Chan pouted against your stomach, “I’m gonna stay here until you forgive me and promise to not leave me.”

With a small smile forming on your lips, you just say, “Babe… I know that it’s been hard, but we need to go inside. I’m getting cold out here. The ocean breeze isn’t helping either.”

“No. Not until you say that you forgive me. I’m not going anywhere without you in this world, Y/N. I don’t care if you run away. I’m gonna look for you wherever you go. You’re the better part of me that I need to survive in this world. I-”

“Okay, okay. I forgive you, babe.”

“No. You’re just saying it so I’ll let you go. You’re not saying it with your whole heart,” Chan said while still holding you tightly.

You pushed his head back as you looked him straight in the eyes and said to him, “I forgive you, baby. We’ll just need to work on strengthening our marriage now, okay?”

Before you could say anything else, Chan got up from the sand and kissed your lips.

“Good. That’s what I wanted to hear,” he said while carrying you bridal style to the house.

“Where are we going?” you asked as he walked past the kitchen.

“We’re gonna make baby number three,” Chan said with a serious face.

“We have to clean the kitchen, babe. It’s dirty!” you said as you smacked his arm.

“I don’t care. I’ve missed having you all to myself. Can’t I just have you all to myself for once? Hmm?” Chan hummed against your ear.

You couldn’t deny the fire burning in you. You and Chan had barely made love since a few months after you had Eli. After that, it was either just a quickie or something you didn’t want to do. This was a side of you that you’d neglected for so long, it felt impossible to be wanting to make love with Chan again.

Chan set you on the edge of the bed like you were a fine China doll that would break at any moment. As he began peeling your clothing off, you stopped him before he could take off your shirt.

“Can we turn the lights off, Chan?”

“What do you mean, baby?” he asked, eyes full of concern.

“My body’s not in the best shape right now… and I’d rather we do this in the dark than have you see everything,” you explained.

“Oh baby,” Chan said as he started kissing every inch of your body, “I want to explore every inch of your body like a starving man. I want to make sure I see every crevice, every scar, every mole on your body. There’s nothing more I would beg for right now.”

“But I-” you tried to argue against him.

“I don’t care what it is that you hate about your body, baby. I love every inch of you. I wanna make you scream my name until your lungs give out. I wanna make you love yourself even more. I wanna give you all that I can this entire week. I’m gonna make sure you know that you’re loved and that you’re everything I need. How about we keep the lights dim so that I can make sure you’re actually enjoying everything I do, hmm?”

There was no denying that Chan was great with his words. He made you feel safe no matter what. You wanted to protest, but his mouth was too good at what he was doing, so you nodded your head in agreement.

While walking back after dimming the lights, Chan started peeling every article of clothing off your body. When he got to your bra and underwear, he just stared at you from the edge of the bed. You were so self-conscious that you tried to cover yourself up. Before you could manage to cover anything, Chan pulled your arms above your head.

“Wow, baby. I didn’t know you’d be wearing this lingerie set out of all sets,” he said while nibbling on your neck.

“I didn’t have a choice, Chan. It’s not like you packed the most comfortable clothing for me to wear while on vacation.”

“I know… that’s the point, baby.” You could feel him smirk against your skin as his lips travelled down your body.

Before you could make a smart remark, Chan had already reached behind your back to unbuckle your bra with one hand while the other caressed your waist. The cold air made your nipples stand, causing you to whine under your breath.

Chan started making his way down your chest, creating marks to make sure you knew who you belonged to the next day. He took one breast in his mouth and started massaging the other. Chan started flicking his tongue against your nipple. Light but effective kisses, nibbles, and licks were enough to make you moan. Chan switched from one breast to the other while all you could do was remain helplessly moaning and whining under your breath.

“Don’t hold back, baby. There’s no one here who’s gonna hear you,” Chan reassured you.

“I know… I’m just so used to being quiet around the kids at home,” you explained.

“Well,” he started as he moved back up to be face to face with you, “just know that I wanna hear every noise from that beautiful mouth of yours.”

Blushing at his words, you could only whine slightly while pushing your face into the pillow beside you.

“That’s what I like to hear, baby,” Chan said as he started kissing lower towards your stomach and pelvis.

“Babe, stop teasing,” you whined even louder.

All Chan could do was hum against your skin as he took careful measures to kiss your stretch marks you’d gotten from pregnancy.

“No, don’t do that,” you said as you tried pushing his head away.

Chan pushed away your hands and tucked them under your back. “I’m gonna do whatever I want to make your body feel worshipped, baby. So you better keep your hands behind your back or else I’m gonna have to make you suffer tonight. Got it?”

Without a word, you looked down and nodded your head.

“Good,” he said as he continued worshipping your body.

Chan started travelling down lower and lower as he got above your underwear, his hot breath fanning against your core.

“Baby, please,” you whined while still struggling to keep your hands behind your ass.

Chan licked a stripe above your clothed core, making you thrust your hips into the air.

You didn’t know what to think anymore. It felt like it’d been forever since Chan and you had made love. This was something so intimate you couldn’t describe it. No words would’ve given justice to how Chan made you feel in this moment.

There were so many emotions flooding through your brain, you hadn’t realized that Chan already stripped you of your underwear too. You felt so exposed, it was getting even harder not to hide your face in the pillows.

“Don’t be shy, baby. Show me that beautiful face of yours,” Chan encouraged you.

You could only smile with your eyes closed while you lifted your head from the pillows.

“Aww, my baby’s becoming more confident isn’t she? I’ll make sure you feel every inch of your body is loved.”

These words Chan was whispering were like a drug to your ego. It made you willing to do whatever it was to make him happy. It made you willing to please every inch of him as well. Even though he was willing to please you eternally, you knew that he deserved every inch of love he needed as well.

Chan began kissing your inner thighs as he drew closer and closer to your soaking core. You writhed under his mouth but could only succumb to him. He began by attacking your throbbing clit, sucking and lightly tugging.

It was hard not trying to move your arms away, but it was something you’d learned to never do with Chan. They don’t say time teaches you everything you need to know for no reason.

Chan continued on and pried open your dripping core. He then inserted two fingers and began fingering your core with a come-hither motion. You arched your back as you tried to hold back your moans and whines while he kept hitting your g-spot.

“I told you to stop holding back,” Chan said right as he smacked your thigh.

Letting out a yelp, you moved your arms from behind your back as you reached out to stop him from smacking your thigh again. Chan’s reflexes were fast enough to stop your hand and put it behind your back again.

“Chan, please. I need-”

“I don’t care how hard you beg to not feel good tonight, baby. It’s gonna be your pleasure or nothing at all,” Chan said as he attacked your throbbing clit again.

You could feel your high coming closer and closer, wanting to release.

“Chan-Cha-please, I-”

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?”

Nodding your head with your eyes closed and head thrown back, Chan smiled to himself while he kissed your parting lips.

“Yeah? My baby wants to cum hmm? Cum for me then, baby. Let me hear you,” Chan encouraged while still fingering and kissing you.

That was enough to set you off on your first high for the night. You felt your body tense, the pain in your core was too much to handle. You grabbed the sheets of the bed, gasping slightly at the lost feeling. You felt your back arch in response to Chan’s mouth on you, then you felt your release. You shuddered slightly as you came down from your high. It wasn’t the most intense orgasm you’d ever had, but it was the more intense ones since you and Chan had started to drift apart.

Chan cooed while nibbling at your collarbone. “Good job, babygirl. There’s so many more rounds we have to go through to finish tonight.”

Whining, you just laid there still a mess. You could barely open your eyes. It was more intense than you could handle since it’d been so long since you’d been intimate with Chan.

Chan began kissing your body and worshipping it again, until he felt a tug at his pants. You were trying to seductively take off his pants while being under his control.

“My baby’s a bit needy, hmm?”

“Please Chan. It’s been too long since we’ve had time for this,” you whimpered as he stared at your exposed body.

“I know, baby, but I don’t want to rush it tonight,” he explained.

“I don’t care. I just need you,” those were the last words to come out of your mouth before he began taking off his clothes. Something about you begging and whining made Chan’s dick harder than before. Chan began kissing you and holding your jaw in his hand and pulling your hair into a ponytail, getting rougher and rougher while you took everything he gave you breathlessly.

Chan lifted you up so you both were on your knees on the bed, making out and feeling each other’s bodies. You grabbed his cock in your hand and ran your palm against it, causing Chan to slightly thrust toward you. You weren’t the only desperate one who hadn’t been touched in awhile.

“I don’t think you want to do that, babygirl,” Chan growled in a low tone.

“I think I do,” you said teasingly.

“If that’s the case, then start sucking,” he said as he adjusted himself to lay against the headboard and pillows while you lay in between his legs to begin administering to his needs.

You quickly followed Chan’s body language and began by taking his balls into your mouth, sucking on them lightly, lapping them like a little puppy while maintaining eye contact with him. Chan threw his head back while mumbling so many “don’t stop’s” and “keep going’s.” Taking your sweet time giving him a blowjob by tracing your tongue against the underside of his cock, you could feel him shiver under your touch, and placed kisses along his cock until you reached the tip. You began to lick his tip, spreading his precum with your tongue.

Finally, you put his cock in your mouth after a few more minutes of teasing. Your mouth was filled, but Chan kept pushing your head lower and lower onto his cock causing you to slightly gag and choke. This was barely anything though, since you and Chan had even had more intense sex…I mean…how did you even have kids if your sex wasn’t intense?.... (just saying…anywayssss)

Before you knew it, Chan was thrusting against the back of your throat vigorously, making you choke even more causing tears to begin falling down your cheeks.

“Yes, baby. Y-yes. Take it just like that. Take it like the good girl you are,” Chan praised you making you attempt to take him even deeper into your throat. You wanted to make him cum no matter what now. You knew he was on the verge of cumming, but he was just so good at holding back and being patient. You were going to make him cum regardless of how deep you had to deep throat his cock.

So you relaxed your jaw and went to work to make him have an everlasting orgasm. Relaxing your jaw helped you take more of his cock into your mouth, and so you were able to take him deeper to the point where your nose hit his pelvis. He was going to cum any minute now. You just knew it.

Having your nose to his pelvis was the tip of the iceberg for him as Chan tried pulling your head up and off his cock as he came undone in your mouth. You were relentless and moved his hands from your head as you held his waist and tried to take even more of his cock than you ever had. Chan’s moans were heavenly to hear as he continued to release more and more cum inside your mouth while his hands came back and found a place in your locks, pulling them and pushing your head down since you wanted it so bad.

His cum tasted sweet. That meant Chan was still drinking his pineapple juice daily. You both had made a pact to drink pineapple juice daily to make sure your juices tasted sweet for each other, but that was ages ago. You were surprised he kept up with the routine. You appreciated it, really. You were only able to keep up by drinking one small carton of pineapple juice every week.

After Chan came undone in your mouth, you began to slowly pull off his cock causing him to slightly growl and hiss from his throbbing cock finally being released. You then wiped your mouth from his cum spilling out alongside your drool.

“My baby wanted to be naughty and keep going, didn’t she?” Chan asked while looking down at you. All you could do was nod in agreement, eyes never leaving his. He wasn’t wrong, but you just wanted to please him since it’d been so long. “Well then…it looks like my baby needs to be dicked down for being so good to daddy and letting daddy release hmm?” he asked in a higher pitched tone, slightly mocking you.

“Yes, sir,” you stated as you made your way on top of Chan, straddling him. You began nibbling at his neck, kissing and licking his earlobes while he continued rocking your hips and clit against his abs and pelvis. Moaning, you couldn’t help but whimper louder and louder as he kept moving your hips faster and faster. Then, it all stopped. Confused, you stopped kissing him and looked up at him.

“Sit on my cock,” Chan demanded. All you could do was follow his orders. Chan was starting to get even more serious now since he wanted you to be pleased with his show tonight. As you sunk onto his cock, you could feel it filling you up inch by inch. You moaned and shut your eyes as you took in the full experience. Chan’s cock was so red and hard, the pressure against your walls made you breathless.

You began lifting yourself to please Chan, but he stopped your hips and held you down. He started moving your hips again, causing you to rub your clit against his pelvis while his cock was hitting your g spot. He really was trying to please you, not himself; being the selfless person that he is, you weren’t surprised. You wanted to please him, make him happy, but he really was going to make you reach another universe with his determination. And when Chan’s determined… nothing really stands in his way.

Chan grabbed one of your breasts, massaging it while sucking on the other, making you throw your head back in pleasure. The more Chan kept going, you felt another high coming, begging to release from your body. Your body started tensing, causing you to slightly shiver from your nerves reacting to Chan’s stimulation. By now, Chan was already marking your neck and collarbone with more hickies.

Whispering against your skin and looking up at you he asked, “You gonna cum for me, baby?”

“Ye-Yes,” you mumbled under your breath right as Chan lifted you from his lap and began rubbing your clit faster than when he was moving your hips.

“Ch-Chan! Chan!” you muttered while trying to move his hand away. Wrong move. Frustrated, Chan grabbed both of your arms and held them behind your back with one hand while going back to rubbing your swollen clit.

Gasping for air, you couldn’t hold your orgasm in any longer.

“Chan, I-I can’t-”

“Cum for me, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?”

Your second high was finally released, causing you to throw your head back, and making you breathlessly and mindlessly rub your clit against Chan’s hand searching for more friction. Exhausted, you laid your head against Chan’s broad shoulders while he continued caressing your body and kissing you.

“Look at the mess you made, baby,” Chan said while smirking against the back of your ear.

Looking down, you realized that you’d squirted from the overstimulation. Blushing, you tried removing yourself from Chan’s body. You failed when he pulled you back into his arms by your waist. Struggling to get away, you started whining while turning your head away from his eyes.

“Aww, is my baby shy because I made her squirt? Hmm?” Chan asked teasingly while moving your loose strands of hair from your face.

Nodding in agreement, you just looked down. Pulling your face by the jaw to look up at him, Chan demanded, “Look at me, and use your words, baby. There’s nothing to be shy about. It’s just me. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you said while looking up to meet his eyes, causing you to blush even more.

“Good girl,” Chan complimented you before flipping you under him.

You didn’t even realize what happened, just that Chan was hovering above you, cradling your head in between his arms and complimenting your beauty while continuously kissing your body beginning from the top.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. Don’t doubt my love for you,” a kiss to your throat.

“I’m sorry I can be such a shitty husband at times,” a kiss to each breast.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been here to help you around the house and with the kids,” a kiss to your stomach.

“I love you, you know that?” a kiss to your pelvis.

“There’s nothing I could do if you weren’t—”

“Chan…” you said while looking down and meeting his innocent eyes. “Can you just fuck me like you did when we were on our honeymoon?”

You saw a change in Chan’s eyes. The lust grew between the both of you.

“Your wish is my command, my beautiful queen,” Chan said before spreading your legs wide open.

Embarrassed, you tried closing your legs. It’d been too long.

“Aww, my poor baby is shy after asking me to fuck the soul out of her hmm? I don’t think so,” he said while spreading your legs again.

You couldn’t help but succumb to his actions while pushing your head into the pillows on the bed to hide your red face.

Chan slowly teased you while trying to make sure you were wet enough for him. After spreading your juices around with his cock, your patience was thinner than before. Not only was he teasing you, but your body couldn’t help but react to his cock lightly touching your clit with every stroke.

“Babe, stopppppp-” you whined before you felt Chan fully fill you up, causing you to lightly gasp.

It surprised you, but you liked the surprise. Chan was always full of surprises when you were in bed. He began slowly thrusting inside you, hitting your g spot while kissing your body. You threw your head back in even more pleasure. With being overstimulated and having already came twice, what more could you ask for?

Whispering sweet nothings into your ear, Chan began thrusting faster and faster. You began feeling your third orgasm build up. With a few yeses and a few gasps, Chan knew you were getting close and began rubbing your clit to help with the stimulation building up. You started gripping the bedsheets while your legs began trembling.

“Cum for me one last time, baby,” Chan encouraged you while thrusting harder and faster into your drenched cunt.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he continued his ministrations.

“Chan-Chan!” you quietly screamed as you came. Your body convulsed, causing you to arch your back and throw your head back deeper into the pillows. Chan began kissing in between your breasts and holding your hips tightly against his as he came.

“Fu-Fuck, baby!” was all Chan could say before a stream of moans came following yours as he came inside you. His thrusts were strong and felt never-ending as his hands grabbed your hips even tighter. Those hands were definitely going to leave bruises for you to enjoy tomorrow.

As Chan came down from his high, he collapsed onto your body. His head was on your chest as you both slowly came down from your highs. Chan held you there, enveloping you in his massive arms while you held his head in your arms, rubbing his sweaty strands of hair away from his forehead and neck.

“Was that as good as the honeymoon, baby?” Chan asked cheekily while smiling.

“Hmm… I mean… I think it could’ve been better, but-”

“But what??” Chan pouted as he began lifting his head to look at you. “I’m definitely way more experienced now compared to when we first got married, you know? I don’t think-”

“I’m kidding, babe. Calm down,” you said while forcing his head back onto your chest.

After a few more moments of silence, Chan began speaking again.

“I’m sorry for not being here for you, baby-” he started.

“It’s fine, baby. We’ve both been busy and working isn’t helping much, but we’ve come so far, and-”

“No, Y/N. This isn’t okay, and I want you to know that I’m sorry for being so shitty as your husband. I wanna make you happy, baby. I’m really sorry I couldn’t be the husband I promised you when we got married,” Chan interrupted.

“It takes two to make a marriage fall apart, Chan. I should’ve let you know how I was feeling instead of holding it in as well. I’m sorry too, and I accept your apology since you’re so keen on me listening to your apology.”

Nuzzling closer into your chest, Chan whispered “good.”

You felt a bit uncomfortable as your bladder needed to release.

“Babe, can you move please?”

“Why?” Chan asked. Before you could answer, he remembered. “—Oh, because you need to pee. Here, let me take you.” Before you could muster any protest, Chan had already gotten up and pulled you by your ankles to the edge of the bed. With a small yelp from you, Chan pulled the rest of your legs toward him, turning you to your side to carry you bridal style toward the bathroom.

“What?” Chan asked while looking down at your red and sulky face.

“I could’ve done that myself,” you pouted with your arms around his neck.

“Too bad, baby. I’m your husband, and I’m gonna do everything to make you happy,” he smiled as he plopped you onto the toilet.

“Can you turn away?” you asked him as he stared at you like a lost puppy waiting for its owner.

“You’re just peeing, Y/N. It’s nothing big. It’s pretty normal for a human being to pee. Are you embarrassed? Cause if that’s the case, we need to—”

“Chan. I. Need. My. Privacy. Please,” you said sternly while staring at him dead in the eyes.

“I mean…I’ve seen everything already, but if that’s the case then I’ll just go,” he said longingly while taking his sweet time closing the door.

Feeling your pee come, you had enough of his shenanigans and threw a roll of toilet paper at him.

“Ha! You missed!” Chan yelled as he quickly shut the door to avoid any more objects being thrown at him.

After handling your business, you got up to wash your hands at the sink outside of the bathroom (sinks are usually outside of the toilet area in bigger houses). While washing your hands, Chan appeared behind you admiring your figure.

“Can you not look at me like that?” you asked.

“Why? This is all mine, why can’t I enjoy it, hmm?” he asked as he began pulling you into his embrace with your back against his chest.

“I don’t look young anymore, Chan. And if you haven’t figured, I’ve gained so much weight—”

“Hey, don’t say that, hmm? We’re both growing old, and we’re gonna gain weight and have hunchbacks one day. We’re not gonna stay young forever. That’s boring, yeah?” he asked you.

Chan had always been so sweet with you. Even when you would be angry, he’d give you words to calm you down and make you slightly happier than before. You both had small differences that filled each other’s cracks, and that’s what made you both click so well from the beginning.

“Okay,” you complied as he reached down toward your legs.

“What are you—Chan!”

“I’m fulfilling my husband duties,” Chan said as he picked you up bridal style and brought you to one of the guest bedrooms in the house.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“You squirted on the bed, baby. We are not going to sleep on the soaked sheets, no matter how dirty we are while making love, I’d love to sleep on dry sheets for the night,” he teased.

“Oh shut up-” you said while slightly punching his shoulder.

With a chuckle, Chan opened the door to the guest room and turned on the lamp on one side of the bed.

While putting you down onto the bed, he pulled the sheets over your cuddling bare bodies. You started to feel cold and nuzzled closer into Chan’s chest, wanting more of his body heat against your body.

Today had worn you out. It was more ideal than anything you could ask for. Leave it to Chan to make you the happiest woman in the world. No one could ever top him. You knew he knew that as well.

“I love you, Y/N,” Chan whispered against your forehead.

“I love you too, Chan,” you whispered back.

“You’re everything I’m gonna need to live this life, baby. There’s nothing that can change the way I feel about you.”

“I know. You can’t live without me,” you teased him.

After a small giggle fit, he pulled you even closer to his body while quietly agreeing, “I know. That’s why I always come home to you. You’re my safe haven when I have hard times. You see my bad sides and still love me. I love you so much, Y/N. Thank you for loving me.”

“Thank you for loving me too, Chan,” you kissed against his lips.

“You’re so beautiful, you know? There’s no one who can turn me on like you. Not just that, but every time I see you smile, it makes me feel like a little kindergartener seeing his crush every morning at school. And, you make me feel so loved and safe when I come home. Thank you for everything, Y/N. You’re literally the woman I’ve always needed in my life. I just love everything about you. I—” Chan blabbered as he cut himself off while looking down at you.

You had fallen asleep after thanking Chan--before he started blabbering. Smiling to himself, he brushed the piece of hair that was creeping up against the side of your face-threatening to cover your eyes. Kissing your forehead one last time, he whispered another “I love you” before fixing himself to sleep as well.

Author’s Note: This is part three guys! I hope you guys like it! It’s my first time writing smut, so forgive me if it’s kind of different :/. Anyways, let me know if you guys liked it! I’ll be making a part four, and it might be the last part of this series! Thank you for the few of you who read these! Feel free to send constructive criticism babes!

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Summary: He broke into your house, and now he’s breaking you. (it's not fucking consentual non-con it's just inmate!San istg)

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Words: my fairy godmother said it was 4311 words

Genre: Smut

⚠ mention of drugs, breeding kink, mentions of blood, mentions of violence, inmate!San ⚠

  You woke up with loud banging on your door. It was so sudden, you didn’t know what time it was, what was happening, or where you were. It took you a quick second to scan your surroundings. 

    It was 2am, or so said the clock on your bedside table, and you were sitting up in your bed, startled and confused about the booming sound echoing through your house.

    You got up from the bed and hurriedly wrapped your robe around your body, however, just as you were getting to the living room to look through the peephole, the door burst open. You covered your mouth with your hand to prevent any noise from coming out and hid behind the sofa, praying to whatever wanted to help you that he hadn’t seen you.

    You closed your eyes tightly and started breathing heavily as you heard the loud footsteps roam around your house. 

    It was hard to breathe and you felt as if someone was pressing on your chest. 

    You opened your eyes slowly and peeked behind the couch. You could see a man… His appearance wasn’t clear as the whole place was dark, the only thing illuminating the room being the moon. He had a broad back and dark hair, that you noticed, and he wore heavy, black boots, that left a trail of dirt wherever he walked. 

   Who was he? What did he want? Why was he in your apartment?

   You hid back and waited until you could no longer hear him.

    The silence of his steps felt unsettling… Your chest rose and fell rapidly, and it took all of the courage you had to peek around the couch once more. 

    However, this time you were met with a man’s face. He wore a wide, Cheshire Cat-like smile on his face as he stared right at you. You could almost feel his warm breath hit your face…

    “Hello, doll!” 

    You opened your mouth to scream but the male was faster. He slapped his hand over your face, preventing you from yelling for help or anything of the sort. 

    The male approached his lips to your ears.

   “I’m gonna need your help doll…”

   You took a look at his appearance. He had on a white, stained, and slightly ripped wife-beater, along with a flashy orange jumpsuit. You examined his body carefully. His hair was damp and his inked, very well-built arms were shiny, he had been running. You were inspecting everything as carefully as you possibly could.. when you noticed.

     Was that blood!? 

     There were little spots and splatters of dried, red liquid all over his clothes, which made you widen your eyes. What the fuck had he done!? 

     He noticed your sudden change of emotions and realized you had seen the state of his clothes.

     “Listen, I don’t wanna hurt you. I need you to hide me, I’ll explain everything but you’re not in danger, yet.”

     The ‘yet’ at the end of his sentence sparked something in you and you began struggling under his hold. He gripped your arm and forced you to stop shifting.

    “Calm. Down. You’re not in danger, but if you call the police on me, if you yell for help, you will be. All you have to do is be a good girl and cooperate, because if anything goes wrong, all you need to know is that there are eight of us, if I get caught it won’t be looking too pretty for you.”

    You looked at him, eyes still widened and breathing very heavily.

    “You got it?” He asked.

     He slowly removed his hand from your mouth and placed it on his thigh. You were full-on crying in fear at that point. 

    The male said nothing, he just sighed and ran his hand through his sweaty hair. He also didn’t know what to do. He had no idea where the other seven were, he had no idea if they were still alive and he honestly didn’t know what happened next.

    “Y-you should take a shower.” You told him, as you finally felt the reek coming from him. 

   He looked down at himself and nodded. The male stood up and looked at you.

   “I can’t trust you though.”

   “W-what then? You’re just going to stink forever? Are you going to make me sit in the bathroom while you wash?”

   You were just mocking him, but from the way he shrugged you could tell he didn’t mind one bit to have you in the bathroom with him. You refused at first, but you didn’t really have much choice as he dragged you around looking for the bathroom.

    You sat on the toilet, facing the wall as you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

    “I can’t believe you’re okay with this.” You complained. 

   “I was in prison, doll, I had hundreds of men looking at my ass every day when I showered, having a girl in a bathroom with me isn’t exactly a nightmare.”

    You were both silent. The sound of the water hitting the floor echoed in the room and the water was so hot that the atmosphere around you two became foggy. 

    “Fuck, this is heaven…”

    You would’ve chuckled if you weren’t so scared and uncomfortable.

    “You know, we have warm water in there, but there are so many people taking showers at the same time so it just ends up being cold all the time. The showerheads are also really old, so they get clogged all the time and there’s barely any water coming out… You come out looking mustier than when you went in.”

    You smiled at that. You could tell he was a people person, he was comfortable enough in this situation to tell life stories and maybe that was the purpose, but you started slowly feeling a little at ease. So much so that you gained the courage to ask the question you were scared of. 

    “What were you in there for?”

    You had to know. You couldn’t have a conversation with him, you couldn’t not feel uncomfortable and uneasy without at least knowing. 

    There was silence, and the water turned off.

    “Murder.”

    Your eyes widened from the nth time that night and you felt all blood be drained from your body. The sense of fear and anxiety washed over you once more, and you didn’t know how to react. Should you run? Should you stay? Should you speak, or should you be quiet? 

    A little childish giggle sounded in the bathroom almost forcing you to look behind. He pulled the shower curtain to the side, and although this man was naked from head to toe right in front of you, your eyes were glued to his face. The giggling was creepy, you hated it.

    “I’m joking, I went in for drug abuse and distribution.”

    You took a deep, shaky breath and closed your eyes, letting your head fall forward. You shed a couple of tears out of stress and relief. 

    “You… fucking idiot.” You cursed at him, still feeling a little lightheaded.

    He giggled once more and wrapped a towel around his waist, after roaming about the bathroom looking for one.

    “Why… Did you have blood all over you then?” 

    He pointed at his abdomen, where a deep cut that your eyes had completely missed stood.

   “It was mine. Mostly… Listen escaping prison isn’t that easy and there’s trap wire and people shooting, if you’re not bleeding it’s because you’re Michael Scofield, and sadly we’re all kind of stupid.”

  Although he moved like the wound didn’t hurt, you couldn’t help but worry about it. You pointed at the ripped flesh.

  “Can I… Can I fix it for you?”

  He cocked his head to the side as he looked at you, silently questioning himself as to why you would want to help him. He shrugged, nevertheless. He wasn’t about to decline help…

   “I’d like that.”

    He tied the towel tighter around his hips so it wouldn’t fall, and sat down on the toilet you were previously resting on. You reached for the cabinet over the sink and took the medical supplies from it.

   “This is going to hurt a bit so just, distract yourself by telling me about you.”

   The male scoffed at your words.

   “I’ve been to prison, I don’t think I’ll be hurt by- oh f-fuck!”

   You giggled at his little curse as you pressed the gauze with hydrogen peroxide against his wounded skin.

   He rested his head against the wall and flexed his abdomen.

   “O-okay so, my name is San I’ve been in there for 2 years and- fucking Hell go easy on me!”

  You giggled and mumbled a soft ‘sorry’ as you listened to his stories. You tried very hard to focus on your job, but your eyes would sometimes wander around his torso and covered thighs.

  “I uh, I started selling drugs when I was eighteen, I got thrown out of the orphanage and my little sister came with me, and I wanted to make good money so she could go to university.” he paused for a second, wincing as you switched products “It was fine for a while, I made some friends there which was nice. I never really had friends, cause I kept moving from the orphanage to foster houses back and forth, so I never stayed in one place long enough to make lasting friendships… B-but it didn’t go so well cause I got caught in a swoop and the eight of us went in.”

  When he finished the story you had no idea what to say… You felt a little bad about what he had just told you. 

   “I’m sorry…”

   “It’s fine, life isn’t always kind. Plus,” he stopped to grab your chin and bring your gaze up to his “I never said I was a good person, doll. I just said I was tryna get my sister to a better place.” 

   You stared into his eyes for a second, before snapping back to reality. You stood up and mumbled something along the lines of ‘I’ll get you some clothes’ as you walked off.

  Some of your larger garments fit him quite well. A pair of large, black joggers and a yellow hoodie that looked stupidly big on you. He had to go commando however, since you didn’t happen to have a pair of boxers lying around.  

   You set up the couch for him to sleep in as you weren’t about to give up your bed for an inmate that had just broken in, but he seemed pretty content in the comfort of your couch. 

    “You sure you don’t need some company in there, doll?” 

    You chuckled at his bold attempt and pressed your tongue against the inside of your cheek. 

    “Yes San, I’d rather keep the convict at least one hallway away.” You joked.

    Although you felt a little more comfortable around him, knowing that he wasn’t 100% a scumbag, you couldn’t let your guard down. 

    Your theory was proven when you woke up not much later after you fell asleep with a shadow looking straight at you from the doorway. Not remembering that you had a guest, you yelled. 

    He immediately came rushing to your side and shut you up with his hand.

   “Why did you scream!?” San asked, panicking.

   You removed his hand from your face harshly.

   “Because a huge shadow man was standing in my doorway like a lunatic! What are you doing!?” 

  “It’s… It’s 7am I’m hungry.”

 You shot daggers at him through your sleepy, hooded eyes.

  “Do you not sleep?”

   “Not really…  We have a lot of sleep deprivation in there.”

   Somehow he had this habit of making you do things by making you feel bad. And this was no exception. 

   You groaned and dragged yourself off of the bed, feeling kind of embarrassed about how terrible you looked compared to him. Although his hair was messy, it still made him look good, as it further defined his jawline.

  You didn’t know what he wanted to eat, so you just pointed at your cabinets and began teaching him what was inside of each of them.

   As you did all of this, you realized how often he’d brush his dark locks back, in order to get them out of his face. You looked at your wrist and surely enough there was a spare hair tie on it. You offered it to San, who gladly accepted the item and tied his hair in a small ponytail.

  You started walking back to your bedroom, to resume your interrupted sleep, but a pertinent question popped in your mind, and sleep was no longer your biggest preoccupation.

   You turned around and walked back to the kitchen, to find San shoving his hand down the cereal box and eating it dry.

    “San… What’s your plan here? I mean, in the long run. You can’t just crash in my sofa forever.”

    The male in question looked at you, a suggestive gaze playing in his eyes.

   “I can always crash on your bed.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you as he said this.

   “I’m serious, San. This can be really problematic for me! Do you realize the trouble this could put me in? If someone finds out you’re here I’ll have so many legal complications! I’m on the fourth floor, why did you even choose my apartment!?”

   San went quiet for a second and looked at the floor.

   “You’re the 69th apartment…” He replied quietly.

   You rolled your eyes and turned around, stressed out about his response, while rubbing your temples.

  Before you could get very far, however, the man grabbed your wrist and made you turn around.

   “You’re right, I’m sorry… We agreed to meet up in an abandoned building a couple blocks down from where we lived. We needed to lay low for at least a couple of hours. I got lucky I managed to lose the coppers, but I don’t know about them…”

    He had sat down by the dining table and buried his head in his hands. For some reason, 

you felt as if you should comfort him, so you approached the male softly and pet his head slowly.

    “I can try to help with the smaller things!”

    But little did you know that that statement would soon come back to bite you in the ass, when you came home later in the day, after your very tiring night shift, and found eight very big men sitting around your living room, just chatting it up as if it was their own house.

    Ignoring the possibly dangerous men sprawled on your floor and couch, you closed the door and walked towards San.

    “What… The fuck.” You said through gritted teeth, trying to remain calm.

    “Well, you said you could help with the smaller things, and that side of the town was flooding with cops looking for us, so I figured we could come here to lay low!” He said, gesturing to his friends.

    You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. 

    “When I said small things I meant maybe food or warm water to shower with. I didn’t mean I’d be the shelter for eight hooligans!”

    “What did you just call us?” One of them calmly asked. 

   You looked behind San to face the bleached haired male, who had a mixture of angry and offended on his face. It suddenly hit you that all of these escapee inmates were in your house, staring at you as you insulted them, and nervous tears started brimming in your eyes.

    “I-I’m sorry Sir, but you are sitting on my rug and you came from jail I think I’m entitled to be upset right now.” You told him, holding up your index finger.

     “Listen I’m sorry but overstaying my welcome-”

     “Oh, you think you’re overstaying!?” 

    Already sick of your snappy attitude, San gripped your arm and pushed you back against the wall, causing you to wince and drop your keys. His face was millimeters away from yours, so close you could feel his breath on you.

    “Listen doll, I don’t think anybody wants eight wanted criminals in their living room but you don’t have a choice, okay!? Neither of us would be here if we had a better choice but we fucking don’t, so why don’t you make this easier for all of us and cooperate?”

    You had no choice but to nod, as you swallowed nervously. San let go of you and sighed, disappointed that he had to resource to violence.

   There was an awkward silence, that the male you had known the longest felt the obligation to fill. 

    “So, uhm, these are my friends… “ He said and began introducing them one by one.

    Some of the men remained expressionless, only giving you a nod as a greeting, while a couple smiled politely and the rest chimed a small ‘hello’. 

   “Did you… All go in for the same thing?”

   “Friendship goals, right?” The male you now knew to be named Mingi said, stealing a smile out of you. 

   There was the heavy silence again… And you searched deep in your head for what could solve the awkwardness.

    “Are you guys hungry? I don’t have enough food here but I could go out and buy some chicken. I don’t think it’s safe to have people deliver.”

    They all agreed and so you went on your way, to buy food for all the unwanted guests. It was probably a bad idea to go out on your own and carry all this chicken and alcohol (that you bought hoping that the eight men would become bubblier and less threatening after consuming it) but you still thought that was a better scenario than being caught in public with a wanted criminal. So after about forty-five minutes of struggling, you managed to get into the house with three huge bags: two for the chicken and one for the drinks. 

    Their eyes all lit up once you stepped foot inside of the house and suddenly they resembled little kids. The men instantly attacked the food, proceeding to hurriedly unwrap the chicken.

    “Damn Y/N, were you in jail too?” San asked when he saw you hungrily devour the food. It seemed like you too hadn’t eaten anything that good in years.

    You quickly flipped him off and continued eating. 

  Your speculations were correct, and as the empty alcohol bottles started piling up, the room started echoing with happy chatter and laughter. 

   All of the stress and panic about the situation started washing off from them as the hours passed by and you had to admit, hadn’t they been wanted criminals you wouldn’t have minded being a part of their odd friend group.

    “H-hey Y/N, you should sit here, it’s more comfortable.” San joked with a sly smirk, as he patted his lap.

     “Keep trying, lover boy.” You told him as you rolled your eyes.

     San then placed his hands around your waist and pulled you to sit on his lap, keeping a slight grip on your body, soft enough for you to leave if you were uncomfortable. 

    “Was this a good enough try, doll?” He whispered in your ear.

    You said nothing, and your silence made him chuckle as he pulled you back, until your back hit his chest. Somehow he was right. It did feel more comfortable… And maybe it was the alcohol, or the fact that San was actually insanely hot, but all of the tension left in your body evaporated, and you felt yourself melt into his touch. 

    All of the sounds started fading into the background and you didn’t even acknowledge the rest of the boys, as all you could feel was the way San was drawing shapes on your thighs with his long fingers, and how you wanted them a little farther up your body. You pressed your thighs against each other, and this action didn’t go unnoticed by San, who squeezed them tighter in his hold and groaned in your ear. 

    You could feel a hard-on beginning to form in San’s pants, as it began poking your ass. You shifted in his lap, causing his boner to harden by the second. He gripped his waist tighter and pressed you down on his growing problem. 

     “I really want you, doll, I think you want me too…” He whispered in your ear. 

     “You’re imagining things San.” 

      He rolled his hips up and held you in place, so you could feel every curve of his fully hardened member press against you. Of course he noticed the way you inhaled shakily and giggled. Giggled. 

     San was indeed an intriguing person…

     He kissed a couple of spots on your neck, and bit down on an area he found softer, managing to steal a small whimper out of you. 

     A couple of heads turned towards you and they smirked, acknowledging what was happening, but not wanting to bother or steal the moment away. They turned their attention back to the other men, leaving you two isolated once more. 

    “Please, let me fuck you, doll… I wanna feel how well you clench around me. Will you let me do that?”

    Your mind was clouded by pleasure and curiosity, and so you stood up and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards your bedroom, not even bothering to give him a verbal response.

    The second the male heard the door click, he pushed you against it with his body and smashed his lips against yours. His hands were obsessed with your hips and thighs, constantly squeezing them as you grinded against his crotch. 

     He tapped the back of your legs and you wrapped them around him. San carried you to the bed as if you were made of feathers, and even though his tongue was harsh against yours, the way he let you down on the bed was soft.

      The two of you only pulled away when the confinement of your clothes started becoming unbearable. You peeled the work clothes (that you had never changed from) hastily from your body. San undressed just as quickly, and he couldn’t believe his view. After all that time being incarcerated he managed to have someone so good looking so willing to fuck him… He smirked and slapped your thighs, proceeding to grab them as he kissed your jaw, then your neck, then your chest, then your stomach, only stopping when his lips were dangerously close to a place you’d be wishing for him to touch you. He stopped and looked up at you. God, he wished he could take a picture of you right now… All jittery and messy, needy and aching for his touch. 

   "F-Fuck San, please!“ You begged, finally, when the teasing became too much. 

   "Anythin’ for you, doll." 

  He teased your entrance with his tongue before entering two fingers, as to prepare you for what was to come. San squeezed and bit your thighs as his fingers entered you in a high speed. 

    "Oh my G-God, San- I want you in me." 

    He groaned at your neediness, and shoved the fingers that had previously been in you past your lips. 

    You maintained eye contact as you sucked slowly on his digits.

    San lined up his cock with your entrance and pushed into you slowly, causing you to wince slightly and bite his fingers. 

    The male immediately removed his hand and moved both his hands to rest on your waist. 

    "Y-you okay, doll?” He asked, afraid he’d hurt you. 

    "Yes- yes, move…" 

     San bottomed out inside you with a loud groan. He didn’t move for a second, trying to take in how tight you were and how good he felt. And even though he tried to hold back by starting to thrust into you slowly, he soon lost control. His hips snapped against yours uncontrollably fast and neither of you cared if the moans and whimpers could be heard in the next room. 

    "S-shit, look at you doll, taking my cock like a good girl-“ 

     You gripped his arms, digging your nails into his skin, loving the way he talked to you. 

    Something about seeing all of those artworks in san’s body made you feel more attracted to the male. 

   "You feel so good inside me Sannie.”

    The pet name and the little praise caused his cock to twitch inside of you, and you could tell he was almost there, by the sloppiness of his thrusts. 

    You wanted to see what he looked like in pure lust, you wanted to do the dirtiest things with this man, his sinful figure bigging out someone you didn’t even know you had in you. 

     "I-I need to cum doll, where do you want me to-“ 

    "Inside me! Please, please cum inside me San!” You begged as you clung onto him for dear life. 

    His cock twitched once more, and he looked at you with a mix of surprise and lust in his eyes. 

    "Y/N are you sure cause-“ 

    "Fucking breed me, San! I want your cum dripping out of me, please!" 

   The intensity of his thrusts increased as did the grip he had on you. 

    "You want me to breed you? Hm? Make you mine forever? Turn you into a bad girl for me? Y-you’re so dirty…”

   "Y-yes! God yes!“ 

    "Oh f-fuck!” Was the last thing he managed to yell as he buried his member deep inside of you, shooting white spurts of cum that covered your walls. 

    It was the way his body trembled and the way his mouth fell open with small whimpers that caused you to climax right after him. 

   His sweaty body collapsed on top of yours as he slowly pulled out, and you could feel the cum drip out of your hole. 

   For a couple of seconds all that could be heard was the heavy panting, until San lifted his head and looked at you. 

    "Fuck, I guess you belong to me now…“

[omgrachwrites]

Keeping You Safe - Frank Castle

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Request: ‘can i request? frank castle x reader where she has a stalker, frank finds out about it and takes care of it please’ - anon

Warnings: fluff, angst, tw: violence, tw: blood, tw: stalking, tw: guns, swearing

Words: 1736

A/N: Hope this is okay, anon! Thank you so much for the request! Hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx

The restaurant you worked in was rather rowdy tonight – that seemed to be its default setting lately – on rowdy nights such as this, you normally just wanted to go home and crawl into bed. However, tonight you were so glad that you were rushed off your feet; you were on bar duty tonight so the drink orders from customers just kept coming. It did well to distract you from the man who was staring at you from across the busy street.

Nick had started off just as a regular customer but lately it had seemed that he was following you. At first you thought that you were just being paranoid but Nick had begun to turn up at your local grocery store and the gym at the same time as you. He wouldn’t do much apart from watch you which unnerved you. These could have just been coincidences but when he began turning up at your regular haunts and there were weird calls on your cell phone, no voice, just heavy breathing. You had reported all of this to the police but there was nothing they could do and they didn’t seem to be taking your case seriously. It infuriated you.

As you were making a vodka cranberry, your co-worker whistled and you could hear the smirk in his voice, “oh look, Y/N! Here’s your boyfriend.”

You glanced up and your insides turned to mush and you felt a smile spread across your face as you watched the handsome man who was heading towards you with a grin on his face. To everyone else, Frank looked menacing but you knew that he had a soft interior, though he wouldn’t usually show it.

“Hello, angel,” he chuckled as your cheeks flushed, “you’re looking beautiful tonight.”

You glanced down at your plain black work clothes with a raised eyebrow, “if I didn’t know any better, Mr Castle, I would say that you’re trying to flirt with me,” you giggled.

Frank let out a smirk, “can’t blame a guy for trying,” he chuckled, rapping his knuckles on the bar, you smiled as you kissed him on the cheek. You had had a crush on him for the longest time.

As you poured his drink and placed it in front of him, you chanced a glance outside, breathing out in relief when you saw that Nick was nowhere to be seen, “so,” you started, leaning against the back bar, smirking at Frank as he took a sip of his beer, “what’s new with you? I haven’t seen you for a few days and I know that a lot can happen for you in a couple of days,” you teased.

Frank laughed, rubbing his hands on his jeans, shrugging as he licked his lips, later you would deny that your eyes followed his tongue, “cracking skulls and taking names.”

“Typical Punisher behaviour,” you giggled as you rolled your eyes playfully.

As you and Frank began to catch up you glanced away from his gorgeous face for a second when you heard someone pull a chair out. Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach as your body went cold with dread and you felt the colour drain from your face. Nick was sitting at one of the tables, just staring blankly at you.

Frank saw the expression on your face and he trailed off, turning around to follow your unwavering gaze. Nick almost shrunk back beneath Frank’s hard stare but he wouldn’t stop staring at you, “can we help you, man?” he asked in a gruff voice.

Nick shrugged and thankfully looked away from you and you released the breath that you’d been holding. Frank turned back round to look at you, his eyes were soft as he looked at you in concern, “is that guy bothering you, Y/N?” he asked.

You shook your head, offering Frank a small smile, though your heart was racing, “he’s harmless,” you lied, you didn’t want to tell Frank the truth about your stalker because he had enough on his plate right now.

“Okay, if you’re sure, but I’m walking you home tonight.”

You flushed as you smiled at him, “thanks, Frank.

True to his word, Frank stayed with you as you cashed up the till and the late night drunken stragglers stumbled out. Nick was the last one to slink out of the bar beneath Frank’s glare. Frank scoffed as he turned to face you again, “you let me know if that guy becomes an issue.”

You giggled, you were glad in this case that Frank was so protective over you, “I will.”

You walked down the street with Frank’s warm arm around your shoulders and you couldn’t help but smile, it felt so natural to be with him like this. When you reached your apartment, Frank grinned at you, “when are you in work next?”

“Thursday,” you smiled, “I’ve got a few days off, why?” was he about to ask you out?

“Could I walk you back home again? I get worried about you.”

You thought it was sweet of him to offer but you couldn’t stop the wave of disappointment that you felt in your stomach, “I don’t need a chaperone, Frank.”

“No, I know, I know but you know what I’m like,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smiled as you relented, “that would be great, thanks Frank.”

Frank nodded and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, “goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night, Frank,” you grinned as he stood and watched to make sure that you got in safely.

On Wednesday morning you got a call asking if you could cover somebody’s shift that evening, you were going to say no but you really needed the money. So you agreed to do the shift, you probably should have called Frank but you didn’t, like you had told him before, you didn’t need a chaperone. You weren’t about to become dependent on him.

Your shift passed by with no incident, but at the end of the evening, just before you were about to close the doors, Nick walked in looking at you with that sleazy smile that made your blood run cold, “Nick, hi. We’re actually closed now, I’m sorry.”

He shook his head as he ran a hand through his hair, “no, I know. I was just wondering if I could speak to you.”

You swallowed and nodded, forcing a smile on your face, “of course, just give me a moment,” you walked behind the bar to where you kept your phone and you decided to text Frank in case anything happened.

You: SOS, I’m at the bar, that man has come back, I don’t know what’s gonna happen but I might need your help x

“So, what can I do for you?”

“I was wondering whether I could take you out on a date sometime.” Nick asked and you bit your lip.

“Oh, Nick. I’m sorry but I don’t really like dating customers, I would prefer it if we could just stay friends.”

There was deafening silence for a second before he scowled, “don’t date customers? You looked pretty cosy with that customer the other evening! If I can’t have you no one can!” The night took a sinister turn as he whipped out a gun and pointed it at you.

Immediately, you held your hands up and you felt tears fill your eyes as you willed Frank to hurry up, “Nick, it doesn’t have to be like this, please just put the gun down.”

“It does have to be like this! Don’t you get it, I love you, we belong together,” he placed his finger on the trigger.

It was then that Frank snuck up behind him, so he didn’t startle Nick and he knocked the gun from his hand and pounced on him, pinning him to the floor, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing huh?” Frank yelled, bringing his fist to punch Nick in the face. Nick groaned in pain as his nose burst and the blood sprayed Frank.

You couldn’t do anything but stand there and watch in horror, when you finally found your voice, you called out to Frank, “Frank, no! Frank!”

Frank ignored you as he kept on punching Nick until he grew limp, “you’re going to kill him stop!”

Frank listened to you this time and ran over to you with blood all over him and he pulled you into his arms, “are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, just shaken up,” you stammered, “you saved my life, thank you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Frank looked at you with a mingled look of hurt and concern on his face.

“Let me clean you up at my place and we can talk about it,” you sighed as you took him by the hand. Frank dragged Nick out onto the sidewalk and only called an ambulance when you had begged him to; you didn’t want Nick to die.

When you got home, you sat Frank in your bathroom and began cleaning the blood off his face, “you didn’t tell me that you were in work tonight,” he whispered in a gruff voice and you sighed, running your fingers through his hair.

“I told you that I don’t need a chaperone, Frank and I didn’t want to bother you.”

Frank scoffed, “you wouldn’t have bothered me, Y/N. Why didn’t you tell me about that guy? In fact you lied to me the other night. Had he been stalking you?”

You nodded, “I thought that I was just being paranoid but yes, he was stalking me,” you shivered, “you’ve got enough on your plate already, I didn’t want you to have to deal with anything else.”

Frank sighed as he took your hand and looked at you sadly, “sweetheart, I wouldn’t have minded, I just want to keep you safe,” he pressed his forehead against yours, “god, I really want to kiss you right now.”

Butterflies exploded in your stomach as you smiled, “take a shower first,” you giggled, “thank you, for saving my life Frank.”

“Always, Y/N.”

That evening, there was a news report about Nick being hospitalized; he was practically drinking through a straw. You knew that Frank had had no choice, Nick would have killed you but you couldn’t help feeling guilty. Though, at the same time you were glad that Frank had been around to keep you safe.

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