#and the island close to mine are always being FUCKING LOUD

[sugaroto]

The islanders next door have been awfully quiet the last 7 minutes

[vampiretendencies]

jj accidentally scaring your bub. like one day it’s because he was laughing so loud and it startled them, and another it’s because you guys were fighting and he forgot for a second he isn’t 16 and slammed something out of anger

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you hadn’t know there was such thing as a contagious laugh until jj belts one out. it’s a partial tune, and if it’s really funny he’ll repeat what happened time and time again. because even if you weren’t laughing before you’d for sure be laughing then.

your head is on the left of his chest and the sweet baby’s head is on the right of his chest, leaving both of you to face each other— only she’s mid nap. her booties writhing as she adjusted in her pure white daisy onesie. curls and twisting angelic like in her sleep, her safe space was against her father, resting there made always made her eyes close in an instant. his radiating body warmth and considerably large muscular figure tied it in togetherness, encapsulating either of his girls in a whirlwind they wouldn’t mind being caught in for hours.

but that’s all interrupted when a particular man falls over past the cement during the current movie displayed— leaving jj to enter a ruckus of laughter. the chuckle is so breathy that it reverberates, sending vibrations grim his bare chest to your cheek. a smile grin creeping it’s way in at his elation, only to turn into a meager frown upon the baby jumping awake from her slumber.

and the entirety of his laughs come to a halt because her rest is a necessity in this house hold. for multiple reasons but the main two were; to stop grouchiness and because jj had to get his one on one time with momma somehow. then the cries ensue, startling her enough for her eyes to burst open with no remnants of sleep in them.

“daddy laughed too loud? m’so sorry sweet girl.”

her whimpers carry, jj pats her back as gently as possible with his large hands. he didn’t know he could have his ever-changing loves fill the void he’d been sauntering hopelessly, now that he has it he does all that he can to keep it in line. being the father he never had was apart of that; so he falls apart on the inside knowing he was the reason for her tears.

“didn’t mean to scare her baby, shit she’s so upset.”

“j it’s alright her eyes are already closing.”

that they were, as they lessened it admittedly felt like a win to jj in even being her dad.

another scare is trapped in the small child’s throat when she grows a few months older. she wants to scream at the top of her lungs because she knows by the raised voices in the kitchen that this isn’t the usually wholehearted moment. she’s sat atop the granite island, in a play seat to earn her entertainment. but how she can play with her toys in a room with this much intense nature.

“all i asked you to do was pay the bill jj how do you fucking forget that! now we have a late fee!”

“then maybe you should’ve gotten off of your ass and did it.”

he speaks beneath his breath. he despised the way he’s acting right now— all clenched jaw and grinding teeth. confrontation makes his skin crawl as it’s all he’s ever known and he can’t stand for it to be wrapped up the life he’s made for himself. he’s blinded by rage and he can’t handle all of this unneeded pressure.

“what?! i do everything, the one thing i ask you to do and you make it impossible!”

“then how about this, you handle your shit and i’ll handle mine alright!”

“what’s that supposed to mean jj?!”

“take it how you want! i don’t need this shit okay?!”

there’s a spatula firm in his grip, he was picking up dishes. fearing that you’d nag him about that as well, and he practically squashed the spatula by slamming it down onto the counter with apparent fury. the room grown ultimately silent, and he silently curses himself. acting on impulse was not the way he’d planned spending his first few months as a father. fucking up once again, the room filling with endless screams.

the realization that both of you were fighting over something that could be easily solved and that you both share a living breathing child came into thought. its lively and it’s practically ringing in your ears. your pout stains his mind, and her yelps for the yelling to stop give way to the fact that he just lost it like how he use to.

“you’re not 16 anymore j, and we really shouldn’t be arguing in front of her.”

“i know baby, i promise i’ll work on it.”

the nape of your neck collided with his ring clad hand, encouraging it further to meet his lips, as he placed a kiss directly to the center of your forehead. it’s a strong kiss, and the shape of his lips are basically imprinted on your skin.

[totalswag]

still mine — RAFE CAMERON

authors note i would be so down to party with rafe (besides the coke) writing fics about parties is fun because i can put in sfuff i’ve either seen or experienced at the parties i’ve gone too. this is really long so be prepared. feedback is always appreciated <3

summary topper is throwing a party at his house one weekend invites you and your two best friends. you see someone staring at you from a distance which happens to be rafe cameron. the two of you have history together and hadn’t seen each other for two months. what happens when you finally see each other.

warnings drinking, smoking, kissing, swear words, implied smut at the end

Considering it's the weekend, there will be a party tonight. Tonight will be Topper Thorton's party. Everyone comes to his parties; once word gets out, you can bet they'll be full. His parents are on the main island for the weekend, so he's taking advantage.

Every weekend, there are parties on the Outer Banks. Taking advantage of being plastered and having the party shut down by the cops because the neighbors complained about the noise.

You were walking out the door to your car when you felt your phone buzz in your purse. Topper texted you about his party and wanted you to come if you didn’t have anything later. Of course you said you would come and get drunk.

When you got into work, you went in the back to put your personal stuff in your locker, then clocked in. You work at the local shoe store in town that’s very popular. Your two best friends, Sophie and Aubrey work with you too.

You met Aubrey and Sophie in English freshman year of high school. Sat in the same row the whole year and everyday you three joked and talked about the craziest things. Your friendship grew and grew.

The three of you were in the back organizing the shoe boxes before the store opened. They told you about the party before you could tell them.

“I was gonna tell you guys but you beat me to it” you laughed, putting the shoe’s in the box.

“You know how fast word spreads here, Y/N.” Aubrey states, leaning over you on the stool, putting a shoe box in the open space.

“Yeah, you got a point there” you place both hands on your hip, backing up.

“Plus we get to have fun tonight” Sophie states.

You three laugh in agreement and get back to work.

Eight hours later, the three of you were getting ready at your house. The party doesn't start until ten thirty, giving you plenty of time to prepare for the long night ahead. Aubrey and Sophie only came to your place because you live five houses down from Topper.

While you three did your makeup in the bathroom, your outfits were put out on the bed. Tonight, you're wearing a black crop top tee with gray loose cargo pants that show off your beautiful curls, which you've curled with gold jewelry to make your outfit pop.

Sophie brought buzz balls from the local liquor store to prepare. Usually, one of you will buy drinks before the party and then drink more at the party. You jugged the buzz balls together after changing into your outfits.

“Alright, let’s get fucked up tonight” you exclaimed with a smile.

When you walked up the street to Toppers, loud music from the inside of the house could be heard from outside. There was a large group of girls pulling up at the same time– you girls have never seen them before. It sounded like water splashing from the pool in the backyard.

Your nose was immediately filled with the smell of weed. Music filled the entire place, and you had to talk-yell to be heard. People passing around bottles and then pouring them into their mouths.

The girls nodded and followed closely behind you as you said, "Let's find drinks in the kitchen."

A broad range of drinks were available in the kitchen's fridge and on the counter. With Aubrey and Sophie joining you in getting your second drink of the night, you three were prepared to get shitfaced.

The sound of drunk Topper's voice saying, "Well well, look who finally arrived at the party" comes from behind you. He is shirtless, his arms are open, and he is holding a drink in his left hand.

It doesn't surprise you that Topper is already drunk at his own party because it has happened frequently before.

“Drunk already?” While hugging him, you laughed.

He nods slowly, "yeah, I am, but I'll be fine by the end of the night, trust me," he smiles with his teeth, aware that he is lying to himself but plays it off.

"Whatever you say, Topper," Aubrey replies as she walks by him, touching his shoulder and pointing to the dance floor.

"We'll see you around, Topper," you remark as you walk out of the kitchen.

When you walk by the back door that leads to the balcony, you can sense someone looking at you. Your gut wants you to double-check before it's too late. You can't tell who it is because of all the people surrounding you.

“Who are you looking at?" Aubrey asked, puzzled, while glancing in the same direction as you.

"I think that's Rafe staring at you," she says bluntly.

"This can't be happening to me," you mutter as you brush your fingers through your hair.

Rafe Cameron and you have a history together. Last summer, you met at a Halloween party and that was the first time you met officially. You guys hung out with friends a couple times after hooking up here and there. You last spoke with him two months ago, following an altercation he sparked about this guy flirting and touching you at this party.

You were obviously upset with Rafe for what he did to the poor guy, he meant no harm. You decided to end hooking up with Rafe because you didn’t want this fighting guys continuing. There’s times where you think of him or see his posts on social media, he looks really good.

"Hey, don't think about him. "We came here to have some fun and possibly not remember this night in the morning," Sophie said, assuring you.

"You're right, let's go party," you move your body to shake off the negativity.

It's been an hour and all you can think about is how much fun you're having. To the beat of the music, bodies dance up on each other. With the weed and alcohol in your system, your body feels like it's on cloud nine.

One of your friends brought his weed to the party and asked if you three wanted to have a little smoke sesh. Of course you all said yes.

You looked over your shoulder and saw Aubrey and Sophie dancing on these guys; they seemed to be having a good time. On the other hand, you were having fun in your own world.

When the song changed, you could feel your hips swaying to the beat of the music. Aubrey and Sophie, who were still with the boys, encouraged you and made you grin.

Everyone in the room appeared to be enjoying themselves. You were amazed that the cops hadn't yet arrived at the house. When parties are thrown, it is common for neighbors to call the cops, but as the parties kept coming back they gave up.

"I'm going to get another drink; I'll be right back," you say to the girls. They tell you to be careful.

You pushed your way past the mob to the balcony, where there were cold drinks. Humming to the sound of music playing from inside. When you stroll past a couple girls you remember from school, they smile and wave.

You rummaged through the Truly's, Mike's, and Smirnoff's in the cooler in hopes to find one that would catch your eye. You made the decision to choose Smirnoff.

When Kelce notices you looking in the cooler, he calls you over to the group who are already seated. Kelce stands up from his chair to hug you.

"Y/N, how are you doing?" He asks. You haven't seen Kelce in a while, but he always treats you well when you talk with him.

"I've been busy with work and apartment search. How about you? You respond openly before taking a sip of your drink.

“How's it going? And juggling work and school," he chuckles, shaking his head.

You shrug your shoulders and say, "Honestly not that easy, but I think I found a place I'm thinking of applying at."

The conversation went on for another ten minutes and you excused yourself from the group and went back inside. The whole time you were wondering where Rafe was because he’s usually outside with Kelce or Topper.

You walk through the crowded area as you enter the loud house. You ran into a strong chest by accident, and they smelled great. It turned out to be Rafe Cameron, who is already staring down at you as your eyes wander up.

Your jaw dropped in your drunken state.

He looked so good in his gray pants with a plain black t-shirt with his gold chain that fits perfectly around his neck. He changed his hair, it looks really good.

"Long time no see, Y/N," he says bluntly, grinning as he slowly places his hands on your waist, pulling your body closer to him. You can smell the mixture of cologne, weed and alcohol on him too.

"Hi Rafe," is all you could say as you looked down at his hands on your hips, slightly blushing at his hand placement but attempting to cover up your redness.

He chuckles.

“You look beautiful,” he compliments.

“Thank you, you don't look bad yourself, Cameron” you remark.

For a few moments, you two have a small conversation. As he opens his mouth, you take a long sip of your drink, knowing in your gut that he's going to say something interesting.

“I’m sorry about what happened. I should’ve never acted the way I did” Rafe says with an apologetic look.

You bite your bottom lip, nodding your head, trying to process what he said in your drunk state. You accept that he is apologizing but he could be talking out of his ass as you two speak honestly. Won't forget what he did though. You felt too drunk to be talking to him about this right now too.

"I appreciate your apology, but as you can see, I'm drunk, like really drunk, so talk to me in a few days about this," you pat his chest with your right palm, trying to walk away from him because you really didn’t feel like dealing with him tonight.

Rafe nods, "Wanna dance though?" He leans down and whispers into your ear.

Chills run down your spine by the way he whispers. You make eye contact with him, nodding in approval.

You hate that he still has that effect on you no matter what he does or says.

He leads you into the dance floor, turning your body so your back is against his front and running his hands down your sides towards your hips. You lean back into his chest, your hips swaying to the beat of the music.

When Sophia and Aubrey hear a few guys chanting Rafe's name on the dance floor, they quickly turn their heads, assuming you're with him.

The tension between Rafe and you grows quickly. As you continue dancing, you can’t help but grin at the fact you two have each other wrapped around both your fingers. His firm grip on your hips don’t leave your body, his lips attached themselves to your neck, leaving soft kisses.

You know you shouldn't be doing this but in your drunken state, you want to do this.

“Let’s go somewhere else, yeah?” Rafe whispers.

You stop your movements, turning around facing him, confused but curious at the request.

He sighs, “up there” pointing up at the ceiling, indicating a room.

Rolling your eyes, agreeing.

You look over your shoulder, scanning the room for Sohpie and Aubrey who are nowhere to be found. You start to worry, you go to the group chat but they text you saying they’ll wait for you and be with the guys they met.

You walk in front of Rafe till you find the guest room.

The room was dark.

You sat on the edge of the bed, hands on your lap, as Rafe turned on the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed.

Rafe leans in front of you, his hands on your now-partially separated thighs. You glance up with doe eyes, anticipating his next move. He can't help but notice your plumped lips and then your eyes as he realizes what game you're about to play with him.

The game is simple: you tease him by giving him doe eyes, tilting your head to the side, and saying things that make him wonder if you're serious about what's going to happen. You like to add sarcastic comments here and there. Usually, he fails and you win.

"You look so fuckin' hot right now," he exhales, "you know you're killing me, Y/N."

"You think I'm hot?" "Am I on fire or what?" You make a sarcastic remark.

"You think this is funny now, huh?" He hates it when you make sarcastic remarks to him.

You don't give a damn. So you keep going.

"I know, I know, I'm quite the jokester," you say, smirking and biting your lower lip.

Rafe doesn't want you to win, but he knows you will regardless. He knew there was something about you that had him hooked the moment he laid eyes on you. He realizes what he did was wrong, and the two months of not communicating or seeing you destroyed him.

“You wanna keep it up with the sarcastic jokes and laugh?” His voice is stern, almost as if he was ready to pin your hands over your head and take you there.

"And what if I want to keep it going?" You can feel his body tense up as you drag your hand below his t-shirt and play with his lower stomach.

"Oh, I think you know what's about to happen," he says before he smashes your lips together, catching you off guard.

Before you know it, clothes taken off, touching, heavy breathing and moans filled the guest room.

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[veivie]

Really want to make a crossover between LCF and one Piece.

Like- imagine, Cale as Shanks (adopted) son?

Shanks (18 yo) and the red hair pirates find Cale when they're in West blue (shanks said that he's from West blue)

They're really clueless about what to do to a baby- fortunately, they already have Yasopp (Yasopp want become a father in a long time, so he know exactly what to do.)

Cale, being a genius dense bastard he is. Play along being a baby. Actually, Shanks kinda irritated him, Shanks really didn't know what to do to children.

Among red hair pirates, Cale really like Benn. Benn really was mature, and quite. That's why he really get along with Benn.

Cale's first word is 'Benn'. Yes, as you expect, Shanks was sulk for a whole weeks because of that.

Benn was smirking. Serve his captain right, that's what he got for being too noise.

When Cale was 7, Shanks made a decision to 'temporary' 'give' Cale to Mihawk. Since his pirate's career become more and more dangerous, he can't make Cale stay on board. What if something happen to Cale? He can't let that happen.

So yeah, he just drop Cale to Mihawk. Mihawk has his own island anyways, so his baby can be safe, right?

To say Mihawk is pissed was underestimate. He was ready to challenge Shanks in death sparing.

How he's not? When he woke up suddenly there's a 7 years old boy in his house? The boy just staring at him and said.

"Hello. My useless father said that's I'll be staying here, for God know until when."

Mihawk was speechless. "Who's your father?"

"Shanks. Yup. The man with the same red hair as mine."

"That's bastard."

"I know right? He actually can just leave me anywhere. I can leave if you want."

Ofc Mihawk can just send a fricking 7 years old child by his own, right? He's a responsible adult after all. Mihawk then sigh.

"What's your name?

"Cale."

"Alright. Does your father said anything else?"

"No, he just say that I'll stay here. Oh, he want me to give it to you." Cale give Mihawk a letter from Shanks.

Mihawk then read the letter.

Heya, Hawkeye~ can you look out for my son for awhile? As you know, I'm become more famous now. Yes I know, I'm fabulous after all! You don't have to do anything about Cale. He really a quite child, he like to read! He also really cute! I'm still don't understand how my cute little son become more close to Benn than me :( when he's still a baby he was so close to me, he always want me to carry him! Now he become behave like Benn! I miss my little guy:(

Anyways! Can you also train him a little? I want him can defend himself. Your know how crazy this world don't you hawkeye?

Please take care of Cale!

With love, your bestest friend

Shanks

Mihawk destroy that letter. The audacity of this bastard-!

Mihawk sigh, he really want kill Shanks. The black hair man look at the child who silently stare at him.

"Your father want me to train you."

Mihawk studying how the cold face become fill with frown. Ho, that's interesting.

"Thank you. But you don't have to."

"You need to defend yourself."

"I can manage." Mihawk raise his eyebrow.

"A 7 years old boy?"

Cale silent. He can said anything to that.

Ah, this is annoying- but what else Cale can do?

"Yes, thanks you."

"Good. I'll train you really hard."

"Please don't do that-"

"Why?"

"I just want to be a slacker-"

"You still need to defend yourself, no?"

"Fuck."

"Language, young man." Well, Mihawk guess it'll be fine. As long as the child not to loud like Shanks they'll get along.

And yes, they're get along pretty well, since Cale and Mihawk both was a man with a few word- they will just sit together and read, sometime they're talking about what happened around the world.

It's kinda comfortable for both of them-

When Cale was 15 yo, he stare at Mihawk who sit on he comfortable couch with a glass of wine. Cale point at the glass.

"Can I have that?" Mihawk raised his eyebrow before shaking his head.

"No, you're underage."

"We're a pirate anyways."

"Oh- you got a point on that- just one glass."

"Alright." Since that day, they're always sharing wine together.

Yup. Good enough

[crmsnmth]

September Sky Chapter One, Part 12

I closed Facebook, growing bored with the constant whining and meme culture. Already, the internet had killed a good chunk of my attention span. I logged into Steam and clicked on a random game. Just something to serve as a distraction.

I thought about calling Addison, but I figured that would definitely put me at creepy status. And not the fun and harmless kind of creepy. Instead, I saved her number in my phone and figured I'd maybe call within a day or two.

At eight, Steam informed me that Chad had signed on. I quickly logged out of my game and grabbed my headset off the floor, right next to my bed. Most of the time, us gaming was also us just talking. Having the conversations we used to have when we would wander around Oconomowoc in the late hours of the night. Just now through a microphone, and a digital zombie infested city.

We both logged into Dead Island and loaded the save we were working on.

"What's up?" Chad said once we had both gotten logged in and ready to play the game.

"Not a whole lot," I replied. My game had loaded and Chad's was only a second away from mine. Soon enough, we were back to killing zombies in brutal fashion.

"Weren't we further than this?" Chad asked.

"No, we had to come back for some reason. I can't think of what it was."

"Oh yea. We had to ring the church bell's to get the one gate to open."

"That's right." We started our mission.

"So your good on grabbing a Saturday off?" Chad asked.

"Yeah for sure. Sounds like a good time. Your cool to crash here too."

"Right on. Just let me know what Saturday works for you. I think Alana is always available."

"How's she been?"

"Good. She actually lives like a block or two away from you, if I'm thinking right. Booth right?" Chad said."

"Yeah, I'm on Booth and Center. When did she move out here?" I chopped off the head a zombie. Chad's punched one in the face. I was bladed weapons and medic, Chad was blunt objects, his fists, and was a tank. The two build's worked really well together, almost to the point of the game being too easy.

That was my night. If I wasn't at work, I was gaming with Chad. As soon as we finished one game, we'd move on to the next game. And we joked. We talked. Just chatting, like this was the normal. In a way, this was the normal now.

It was well into the early morning when both of us finally decided to give it up for the night. My eyes were burning and I was right on the edge of a headache.

"Man...you ever have one of those really fucking good days?' I asked.

We were sitting on the main lobby, just finishing up our conversation. This way we could still use the headsets and not have to type quick messages

"Not recently. Take it you did today?" Chad said.

"Yeah. And I didn't think it would be a good one. Today was my last day of school. I met a girl and actually hung out with. It was just a really fucking good day."

"Hold on. You met a girl? And went out with her?"

"Yeah."

"Bullshit." I could hear the disbielf in his voice. It really didn't surprise me. Chad knew more details about what happened than anyone else. And he was there when I swore I'd never go through this again. Would never even risk it. He watched me go from a loud outgoing and obnoxious punk, to a shelled off, closed and quiet kid.

"I'm serious. And I even was the one to ask her for coffee." I was actually kind of proud of myself. In a strange way.

[royalstydia]

we’re not friends

rafe cameron x reader

warnings: 18+ mentions of alcohol, cursing, SMUT, just your average fucking on the kitchen counter while everyone’s asleep, oral (fem! receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (but maybe wrap it before y’all tap it? also she’s on the pill so no sperm babies), a little teasing/taunting and praising, mentions of bodily fluids, daddy kink, overstimulation, squirting, hair pulling, also this is in 1st person pov???

summary: miss gurl finally stopped calling him friend after he fucked the shit out of her ;)

Another day on the island meant another party. As the kook king’s bestfriend, that meant I had to be there. He was a little on the aggressive side and I was possibly the only one that could keep him from going bat shit crazy if he saw one of the pogues.

The loud music filled my ears, as I made my way inside. Loads of people could be seen everywhere and most of them were absolutely fucked. So, in turn my first order of business was getting a drink and then of course finding Rafe.

“Hey, Y/N.” I heard a voice from behind me.

I placed the bottle of alcohol back on the counter, before turning around. It was one of the dudes I sat next to in class. Sometimes we would crack jokes and what not, but that was it really. However, I was feeling nice today. So, I plastered a smile on my face and greeted him.

“How you doing? I figured you’d be here tonight.” The guy said.

“I’m fine-“ My response was cut short when I felt someone place their hands on the small of my back. I tensed up, before I recognized the touch as Rafe’s.

“Didn’t know you were here, love.” He uttered, finding his place next to me.

My body was now turned to his, fully attentive on everything he said. “I was just about to come find you, baby boy.”

A playful scowl made its way onto his face at the nickname. But the sight of my smile was enough to have him grinning too. I almost forgot about the guy that was standing there, until Rafe turned to look at him. It caused me to face him as well, only to find his eyes were already on me.

“This is my bestfriend, Rafe.” I announced, pointing at the dirty blonde. “Rafe this is uh-“ I paused when I realized I didn’t know jack shit about him, including his name.

Rafe stifled a laugh, as the guy reminded me that his name was Eric.

“Yeah, so we’re gonna get going. You know meet our other friends. But you have fun, Rick.” I said, patting his chest and walking away, dragging Rafe along with me.

Rafe let out a loud laugh. “Eric.” He stated from behind me.

I looked back at him, silently asking him what the fuck he was talking about.

“Your bitch boy’s name was Eric.” He told me, when we came to a stop.

I sat down on the couch, glancing at him. “Yeah? I could’ve swore it was Rafe.” A smirk made its way onto my face.

He let out a chuckle and plopped down next to me. “No shame in being your bitch, pretty girl.”

A giggle slipped past my lips, as I rested my head back onto the couch. This was a side of Rafe that no one else got to see. The smiles, the jokes, the sudden disappearance of his huge ego…just it all. When he was with me, he was no longer scary or aggressive or having to constantly fight with himself to earn his father’s approval. It was like it’d be just me and him. The real him.

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The night grew younger and Rafe was no longer by my side. Topper and Kelce had found us, resulting in them trying to get Rafe as drunk as possible. He was off doing stupid shit and usually I would be with them, but I had spotted Sarah.

We were both sat outside on the front porch, drinking and talking. We were pretty close even though her and Rafe didn’t get along much. It felt like almost two hours since we’d been out here. Not gonna lie, it was a little worrying that Rafe hadn’t sought me out just to make sure I was okay. It wasn’t like him, considering he’s always been a bit clingy. Which I never minded because I want him around just as much.

“I’m gonna head to John B’s. I’ll see you at mine tomorrow?” She questioned, standing up.

I stood up too. “Yeah, I’ll be taking care of your hungover brother. But be safe and let me know when you get there, babe.”

She hugged me, after confirming that she would.

I made my way back inside, instantly spotting my boys. However, they weren’t the only thing that caught my eye. I saw a girl standing next to Rafe, cheering him on as he made another cup. Rafe had always been good at beer pong, and attracting girls. I mean there was no denying he was hot. It was Rafe Cameron for fucks sake.

I bit my tongue, as I walked up to them. Topper called out my name, pulling me into his chest. It caught Rafe’s attention, as he winked at me before making in his next shot. My heart fluttered a little.

There was no doubt Rafe made me feel like no one else. He was the only one who understood me and also saw the real side of me. We were made for each other, and no one in Outer Banks could ever even live up to the connection we had. Everyone knew it and deep down so did we. But we were too scared of losing one another to ever do anything about it.

Yet, here I was looking at him, as he laughed, hoping for more. More than just being friends. 


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We were on our way to Tanneyhill and Rafe was actually a lot less drunk than I thought he’d be. Hell, we were both practically sober at this point. Top was designated driver because he had to get up early and didn’t drink much.

The car came to a stop, so Rafe and I said our goodbyes to them. We walked up to the door, standing there while he pulled out his key. I stared at him, not focused on anything but his face.

“See something you like?” He mumbled from beside her, pushing the key into the door.

“Oh, is Wheeze out here? Cus I don’t see her.” I joked.

He scoffed. “Please, I’m much cuter than Wheezie.”

It was my turn to let out a scoff. I didn’t say anything, as I pushed past him and into the house.

He followed closely behind, both of us taking off our shoes. “Kitchen?”

“Kitchen.” I whispered back.

Both of us crept into the kitchen, him turning on the lights. I placed myself on the counter top, watching as he opened the pantry. He grabbed as much snacks as he could. He walked towards me, dropping them lightly on the counter next to me. He cautiously pulled out the bar stool in front of me, finding a seat there. He rested between my legs and we both sat quietly for a while just munching.

“So, you gonna tell me what’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours?” He broke the silence.

I glanced at him, shaking my head. “It’s nothing.”

He quirked his eyebrows. “What, you don’t want to tell me?”

I sighed, looking down at my hands. I felt his palm rest on my knee, causing me to look up at him.

“It’s just that-“ I sucked in a breath. “We’re friends, right?”

His face scrunched up in confusion for a second, before he nodded. “The best. Why, you don’t wanna be my friend anymore?” He humored.

My eyes moved to the side of him, focusing on the white walls. At the side of my eye, I can see a scared look plastered onto his face.

I quickly gazed at him. “No, god no, Rafey.” I said, hurriedly. “At least not like that.” I mumbled.

I knew he heard me when he squinted his eyes. “What do you mean, Princess?”

“That maybe I like you. Like more than just my best friend. Shit, maybe even more than like.” I spoke. “But I shouldn’t because we’re friends and I need you to always be in my life.”

A weird look washed over his face, as he let out a low laugh.

“Are you seriously laughing right now, Rafe? What the fuck?” I said, a little bewildered.

“Friends? Oh, baby. Since the day I laid eyes on you, we haven’t been friends and you know that.” He assured me.

“It didn’t change anything then and it won’t now because we have to be just friends. Best friends.” I maintained eye contact, only to see his eyes get darker.

“No, fuck that. We’re not friends and every time I hear you say that, I just wanna fuck the word friend straight out of your pretty little mouth.” His low tempting voice, enlightening me.

For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. He stared at me, waiting for me to say something back. I gulped, before opening my mouth slightly and closing it back. I closed my eyes, mentally giving myself a little ted talk and getting myself together.

I opened my eyes, staring right into his baby blues. “Then, do it.” I spoke lowly in a sultry voice.

He groaned, grabbing my face and pulling me toward him. His lips were soft as they pressed against mine. I kissed him back, with the same amount of passion. His tongue grazed my lip, asking for entrance, which I happily allowed. I felt almost dizzy and in a daze, as his tongue fought with mine for dominance. My hand snaked its way around his neck, my fingertips playing with the hair resting at the bottom. His hands rested on my cheeks, his long fingers intertwined in my hair. 

We reluctantly pulled away, sparing a peck or two, before trying to catch our breaths. His lips tasted of sour straws and a hint of whatever beer he was drinking earlier. Our eyes peered into one another, foolish grins on our faces.

“You sure you want this?” He asked, gingerly. His hands were no longer on my face, but resting on each side of me.

I hummed. His fingers dragging up and down the sides of my bare left thigh.

“Words, Princess.” He voiced, tilting his head slightly to the right as he watched me struggle to breathe. His hand making its way up and rubbing circles on my thighs.

“Yes, Rafey. I want this and you.” I affirmed.

We had barely done anything, but I knew my eyes held a pleading look, just begging him to fuck the shit out of me. There was no doubt he saw it, a smirk spreading widely onto his face.

His right hand came back to grab the inside of my hair, before pulling my lips onto his. The kiss was rough and left me whimpering when he pulled away.

By now there was pool of wetness in between my legs. Unconsciously, I pushed my hips forward and attempted to clamp my knees together. Expect Rafe was still in the middle of me and saw what I was doing.

He looked at me, his smirk never faltering. He began to press soft kisses against my neck, as his hands pushed itself further up onto my thighs. I released a soft moan, as he sucked on my sweet spot. The sound was like heaven to his ears, encouraging him to continue to leave his mark on me. His fingers rested on my inner thigh. I rocked my hips forward slightly, his fingertips lightly grazing over my clothed core. I hummed contentedly at the contact against my throbbing heat. I was in a skirt and the only thing in the way was my laced underwear. He smiled against my neck, pleased with any sound coming out of my silken lips.

His fingers pressed against my clit, lightly rubbing it. His other hand found its way under my cropped shirt, palming my left boob. He played with my nipple, pinching it. His hand continuing to massage my clit, as he kneaded my breast. Low moans left my mouth.

“So wet for me, Princess.” He remarked, feeling the dampness of my panties.

His hands then worked to pull my shirt off. He stopped for a moment admiring my bare chest. “Such pretty tits.”

He moved to pepper them with kisses. He sucked at the skin, leaving small hickeys on my chest. His tongue darted out, licking my left nipple, before taking it into his mouth. His unoccupied hand, twirling my other nipple in between his fingers. I moaned out, as he left his mark on me. After a minute or two, he moved on to the next breast, sucking at it. His other hand remained pressed against my core, his fingers now lazily dancing up and down my slit. I watched as he got up from his place on the chair.

I winced slightly, as my back hit the cold white marbled counter top. I felt his warms lips press against the valley of my breasts. He left a hot trail of kisses down my stomach. His hand then moved to hike up my skirt, before pushing my panties to the side. His index finger glided through my soaked folds. I arched my back off the tabletop at the feel of his cool ring dragging against my slit. I whined softly, when he pulled his finger back. He pressed it against my lips, signaling for me to suck it clean. While I did that, his other hand was slowly pulling my panties down.

I then felt a finger insert me. A moan left my mouth when he slowly started pumping in and out. My face twisted in pleasure when he added another finger. His movement sped up, as he continued to finger fuck me.

A soft cry slipped past my lips, as I felt a gentle kiss on my core. Rafe’s tongue darted out, lapping up my wetness. He licked a bold stripe up my slit, before swirling his tongue around. His left hand gripped my thigh firmly, the tips of his fingers digging in, sure to leave a mark. His tongue flicked against my clit.

I was now a moaning mess. His fingers continued its assault on my pussy, pushing in and out of me at a rapid pace. My back arched off the table and my hand pushed into his soft locks gripping tightly. I tugged harder at his hair when he started sucking and nipping at my clit.

I felt a knot building up in my stomach. “Rafe.” I breathed out.

His fingers curled inside of me, hitting my g spot. A low groan left my lips. “Fu-Shit, Rafe. I-I’m gonna cum.”

He hummed, the vibrations only adding to the pleasure. “Cum for me, pretty girl.”

A string of curses left my lips, as I reached my release. My grip on his hair grew tighter and my hips bucked. He continued to lick at my clit, as I rode my high out. He removed his mouth and slowly pulled his fingers out of me.

“Sit up.” He commanded.

I conjured up some strength, lifting my back off the tile. My eyes locked with his and I almost came again at the sight of my wetness glistening on his lips. His index and middle finger were dripping with my juices. He brought it up to my mouth.

“Open.” His demand was enough to have me sucking on his fingers.

He groaned, watching my lust-filled eyes. His felt his pants tightening, as his cock hardened at the sight.

I kissed him desperately, my left hand tangling into his hair. My other hand grazed against his hard length. I lightly rubbed his cock through his pants. My fingers then worked to unbutton his slacks. He broke the kiss to pull his shirt over his head.

Fuck. He was so hot.

He then worked to pull his pants off, taking his boxers off with it. My eyes widened when I saw his huge cock spring up against his stomach. I held back the urge to lick my lips. He then came towards me, tugging at my skirt. My body involuntarily jolted forward, as he pulled my skirt off of my hips. My bottom half now rested against the edge of the counter.

Rafe looked at me, silently asking me if it was okay. I nodded my head, eagerly. My eyes practically pleading with him to fuck me.

He slowly began to push inside me. I moaned out, as he continued to inch into me. His big cock now filled my pussy, resting there, allowing me time to adjust. My face twisted in pain, before it washed over in pleasure. He saw this and couldn’t stop himself from pulling all the way out and slamming himself back in. I screamed out.

The boy didn’t even care to cover my mouth, itching to hear every sound that slipped past my heavenly lips. It didn’t matter to him in the moment to worry about anyone walking in or that his little sister, along with his dad and Rose were right upstairs. In fact, it only further fueled him knowing other people could be able to hear the affect he had on me.

He pumped into me at a sensible pace. I bit my lip, trying to contain my moans. Even in my haze, I was adamant on not waking anyone up. But Rafe was not having it.

He began to rock into me harder, increasing his speed with every thrust. “Come on, pretty girl. Daddy wants to hear all your pretty little moans.”

You cried out at the sound of him calling you pretty girl and hearing him refer to himself as daddy.

His hips pushed against you, unholy sounds pouring out as he fucked into you. You got louder the more he continued to slam in and out of your pussy, roughly.

“Good girl.” He praised. It was immediately answered by a satisfied sigh.

He chuckled softly. “Hmm, you like when I call you that. Huh, Princess?”

“Yes daddy.” You moaned out.

The name provoked him to let out a sinful sound. He hoisted my left leg up onto his shoulder. I cried out as the new angle allowed his dick to sink deeper inside of me. His thrusts were hard and fast, as he hit my g spot over and over.

The sound of my wetness, along with our moans filled the room. He continued to pound into me, his hips going at an insane velocity.

He let out a throaty fuck in response to me tightening around him. The speed and roughness of his movements never let up, as he fucked into me. Each thrust bringing me closer to my climax.

A loud moan left my mouth. A familiar sensation taking over. My hips pushed up to meet his thrusts. My mouth hung up, as another orgasm washed over me. He kept pounding into me, chasing his own sweet release.

“Fuck you feel so good, princess.” Shortly after, he came inside of me with a low groan.

He carefully pulled out of me. I thought we were done, but to my surprise he turned me over. I let out a squeal when my tits pressed against the island top.

A shriek fell off of my lips the minute he slammed into me. I was barely recovering from my last orgasm. My head was clouded and I couldn’t think straight. My heat was a little sensitive from my past two highs, but he showed no mercy as he roughly fucked into me.

“Fuuuuck daddy.” I dragged out the words, still in a daze.

He gripped my hair, pulling me flat against his chest. He rammed into me, pumping in and out at an impossibly fast pace. Ungodly, border-lining on pornographic moans slipped past my mouth.

“Holy fuck.” I managed to let out. His other hand had snaked around to rub figure eights against my clit, simultaneously railing into me.

“Look at you, such a moaning mess for daddy.” He said, tauntingly. “Maybe I should stop since after all we’re just friends.”

His slow, agonizing thrusts tormented me. Then, his movement came to a halt. I whimpered at the loss.

“Please.” I begged, my voice low and seductive.

When he didn’t move, I let out a sharp breath. “You’re not my friend, Rafey. You never were and you know that. Please just fuck me. I need you so badly.” I pleaded.

“You mine, pretty girl?” He asked.

“Mhmm, all yours daddy.” I mewled.

Immediately after, I let out a noisy moan. He had pulled out and pushed back into me, forcefully. My knuckles were stating to turn white, as I maintained a tight grip on the edge of the counter.

He continued to rub my clit, as he fucked into me from behind. The hand in my hair held me up, preventing my body from giving out and falling flat against the kitchen top.

His movement sped up, groaning every now and then in my ear. His thrusts started getting sloppier. He felt me squeeze around him and knew another orgasm was approaching.

“Cum for me, pretty girl.” He whispered against my temple.

My vision blurred and my back arched. Absolute pleasure and ecstasy ran through my entire body, as I let go. I screamed out his name, before I felt relief wash over me.

He pursued his own orgasm, as he thrusted into me. I felt his hips buck and heard a groan slip past his lips. His movements stopped, as he came inside of me for the second time. He rested there for a minute. He pressed a kiss against the side of my head. He slowly pulled out and I let out a whine.

“It’s okay, love.” He hushed me. “You did so good, baby.”

I rested my head against his chest and half-heartedly smiled. My eyes grew heavy. My legs were shaky and I refused to let go of the counter.

“Give me a second.” He said, softly. He went to grab paper towels. He wiped me up, as I tried to move away. I was too sensitive.

Rafe turned me around, holding onto me. He pulled his shirt over my head and his boxers on. I gripped the top of the bar stool, watching as he picked up all the contents of our clothes scattered across the floor. He handed it to me, before lifting me into his arms.

He took me to the bathroom in his room. When I was done, he helped me change into a new pair of underwear since I had a drawer in his room. He then put me into one of his clean shirts, before changing himself.

I snuggled into him, slowly falling asleep. His voice rang through my ears, waking me up.

“You know you squirted the third time, right?” I could hear the cockiness in his voice and though it was dark, there was no doubt he was smirking.

I slapped his chest, muttering for him to shut up.

He laughed. “It was hot. So, I’ll let you go to sleep, that way you can be well rested for when you do it again in the morning.”

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royalstydia <3

my first rafe cameron smut lol i hope it pasted from my notes right :)

[noritoshiikamo]

happy anniversary

first year anniversary gift is wood right? gojo satoru had just the thing. part 3 of this childhood friend drabble pairing: gojo satoru + fem!reader genre: smut bcs i think with my hand down my pants when i see gojo tags//warning: established relationship // gojo thinking with dick part 3, threesome, anal and double penetration thread lightly if u will note: the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. lolololo okay idk if i did it right, never write a threesome but what better way to return to writing but to write a dp with gojo and nanami weeeee ENJOY!!

“nanamin?”

“yes,” she repeated the answer for the umpteenth time.

he tilted his head, a nervous laugh erupted out of his throat, “you want me to invite nanami kento, uhh, how do i say this without sounding like a complete prude- you want to have sex with him?” her eyes glimmered.

“and you,” she jabbed a finger on his chest, she smiled, “always with you.”

gojo satoru laughed, “buttercup, i ask you what you want for our anniversary, i expected an answer like a brand-new tesla or tiffany diamond or i don’t know-a private island?” she shook her head to his every suggestion, leaning closer into him like a needy kitten. he could feel hair raising on the back of his neck at the feeling of her bare arm brushing against his.

he eyed the tent building in sweats, his girlfriend wanting a threesome with his best friend and it’s turning him on. the idea of watching nanami kento manhandling his sweet, sweet buttercup enough to be a docile moaning mess made his dick twitched. he made note to belittle her for teasing him every time by saying he thinks a lot with his dick, but what can he do when his girlfriend is a soaking mess.

“so?”

his eyebrows shot up in curiosity, he glanced over to her and his jaws almost dropped down. the way she was squirming, getting off to the thoughts itself by rubbing her thighs together, her warmed skin and the lust clouding her eyes. “buttercup,” he cooed, pulling the girl onto his laps, “you really want it huh?” a soft oh escaped her lips as her burning crotch rested against his bulge. “look at that,” she grinned, pushing him against the sofa, his hands immediately went up to her waist as she slowly rubbed herself against him. she watched in satisfaction as his eyes rolled back, only the whites out, head back as he mumbled her name.

her lips traced the protruding collarbone of his, trading tiny licks of her tongue and kisses up to his neck and jaw, “the idea must’ve turned you on too, huh?” her breath ghosted over the shell of his reddened ear, she couldn’t hold her grin back as he let out a throaty yes. his grips on her waist tightened and her eyes widened as she found herself tossed on the sofa on her back. he pounced on her; lips pressed to each other as they scrambled to undress each other.

“before nanamin gets a taste of you, i need to make sure you know where your place is,” he growled as the button of her plaid came off with a single rip. “that this right here,” his hand moved lower to cup her moist cunt, pressing the palm against her bundle of nerve so painfully, “belongs to me.”

“always.”

gojo fished out his phone, hand pressed to her waist as he controlled her pace eagerly grinding against him, not wanting her to immediately be overstimulated before anything could happen. he pressed the phone to her ear, “talk,” he commanded before slithering down to remove her pants. “n-n nanamin, it’s me,” she stuttered as the voice at the other end greeted her. she watched nervously as gojo slowly undress her bottom half, his mop of white hair between her trembling thighs, she could feel his warm breath.

“is there anything wrong? i’m about to leave my office.”

gojo pressed a kiss on her thigh, “tell him to come over. you need help. he won’t come if i asked, but i know he would if you did, tell him it’s the scrolls,” he looked up, head tilted, and her breath hitched as she caught the look in his eyes. the jealousy and lust mixed up into one concoction which is gojo satoru.

“yes, y-yes would you mind coming over? i have issue with the scrolls you g-gave,” she jolted when his teeth sunk into the sensitive skin of her thighs. he had been leaving marks all over her thighs and it was enough to make her lose her mind and he didn’t even get to her burning loin.

“okay, i’ll be there in few minutes.”

the call ended and the way she sighed in relief as she tossed the phone on the coffee table with a loud clattering noise, had gojo smirking. “do you need to do that?” she breathed out, covering her warming face with her shaky arms. her relief was short lived as gojo dived straight into her soaking pussy, pressing his tongue flat from the base up to her swollen clit. she jumped, but his arms encircled her legs, holding her down tightly. the way his palm gripped her thighs served as a warning for her to behave; he’s still in control, for now.

“i told you. you need to be reminded that you belong to me before anyone else,” he hummed, lips against her swollen clit sending vibration to her whole body.

“‘toru f-fuck,” her legs desperate to close.

“you think you can come for me first?” he cooed, fingers tracing eights against her soaking cunt, “maybe i’ll prepare some holes for nanamin. i wonder which hole he’s gonna be in first. here?” her eyes rolled back as his two fingers slipped in her entrance, “or here?” his voice deepened as another finger rested at her other hole. her sudden clutching sucked the pinkies in, gojo cursed at the feeing of the tightness around it, despite not being fully in. “maybe i can have the other hole first, buttercup?” she nodded eagerly, mouthing something he couldn’t get.

she whined when his fingers left her, leaving her clutching on nothing as he left the sofa. she could hear his voice screaming from the bedroom before emerging out with a couple bottle of lube. his eyes glimmered in excitement. “you gonna need it all, buttercup,” his mood switching is something she was used too, a soft laugh escaped her lips before their little comedy club was cut short.

the doorbell rang.

she watched as his eyes darkened in excitement, “i wonder who is it?” dumping the bottles on the nearby chair, she watched as his boyfriend marched to the door. she could feel her face getting warmer, ears and neck too and she desperately searched for something to cover her exposed bottom. she wondered why it took them so long as she grabbed one of gojo’s clearly oversized robe draped on one of the chairs. her bare feet echoed on the floor as she stalked to the door, the sound of her feet pitter pattered on the floor distracting the men from their talks.

she swallowed the lump in her throat nervously, embarrassed that both of the men were now looking at her. nanami’s head tilted, a soft huff and tiny smile crept on the corner of his lip. “so, where’s the scrolls?” he asked nonchalantly. he walked inside, kicking his leather shoes opened, still arranging it neatly like a gentleman he is, and he stalked towards her.

she took her steps backward, her heart was fluttering, she could feel the beads of sweat rolling down her back. nanami looked at her with a tiny smile. like a predator stalking his prey except this predator is a clearly very handsome man she’s attracted too. gojo still the one she wants to spend her life with but what’s life without a little thrill. especially when gojo was willing to indulge her in.

“s-scrolls?”

“gosh, nanamin, do you really need to be mean to my girlfriend?”

gojo interrupted, hands in his pocket as he walked past nanami. he grabbed his nervous girlfriend, hands on her shoulders gently giving it a squeeze. “nanamin is just messing with ya,” he whispered, eyes on the blonde man, as he loosened his tie, “he agrees to be a part of our little adventure,” he planted a kiss on the shell of her ear, “lucky y/n, come.”

“nanamin! bed or sofa?” gojo asked cheerfully as he pulled the girl by her hand like a little doll.

“don’t be neanderthal, satoru,” from the corner of her eyes, she watched as he dropped his signature grey coat on the sofa, his glass long gone and the way he looked down on her almost made her moan on the spot, “bedroom. i’m not you.” her eyes widened as her feet were no longer on the ground. “satoru!” she yelled as the man tossed her on their california king bed, her robe came undone with the impact.

“so,” she watched nervously as the two men stood side by side; gojo with his arms folded to his chest and nanami undoing his tie, “which one would you like to have a taste first, buttercup?”

“is there any answer i could give that wouldn’t break your heart, toru?” she replied snidely.

gojo smiled, crawling onto the bed until they were close enough. he cupped her face, kissing her swollen lips softly before looking down lovingly to his girlfriend. this is his childhood friend, the love of his life and he couldn’t believe himself when he said: “for that, i think it’s appropriate for nanami to wear you down first,” he planted a kiss on her nose, a smirk on his face, “i’ll be back, buttercup. nanamin,” he pressed his hand on the younger man’s shoulder, harder than the way she sees it, “don’t break my girlfriend, would ya?”

the door closed behind them, leaving just the two of them in the dim room.

nanami didn’t move for a while, looking around and her, accessing his next possible move. with her sprawled on the bed, nanami couldn’t help but to water at the sight of her legs out and the lack of panties. “you don’t mind if i tied you up right, buttercup?” gojo’s nickname for her rolled off his tongue so smooth and sultry, she didn’t realise how eager she shook her head.

he chuckled and called her forward to the edge of the bed. she didn’t wait for his next instruction as the robe fell on the bottom of his feet and she knelt at the edge of the bed. he leaned forward and he kissed her so gently. he started off slow, tongue slipping through her already swollen lips, softly groaning at the way her lips tasted. his large hands pressed on both side of her face as the kisses became sloppier and urgent. her trembling fingers unbuttoned his shirt, running her soft palm along his solid abs, feeling every crook of it.

he broke the kiss; she was beyond desperate as he stared down her watery eyes and plump lips. “patience, darling,” he whispered with a wink. when his hands found her wrist, despite her soft whine, he gathered it behind her and held it together. his eyes bore deeply into her, searching for a reaction on every turn and tug of his tie around her wrist.

“so why me?” he tugged on the tie one last time causing her to breath sharply.

“just plain old curiosity getting the best of me.”

her answer brought a small smile on his face as he dragged her on the carpeted floor. she watched eagerly as he took his time to undress. the shirt and pants folded neatly on the nearby chair, socks and finally boxer leaving the man standing bare in his glory. he was trimmed neatly, just as expected and she could see the curve of his cock, girthy and adequate in length; not too straight but not too bent, just perfect. he scoffed.

“did gojo starve you of human contact? you look like you haven’t seen cock in ages,” he sat at the edge on the bed, his fingers calling her forward. gripping the base of his cock, he tapped the tip of his cock against her lips, and she eagerly stuck her tongue out. the feeling of her warm, wet tongue against his sensitive tip almost made the man thrusted his hips forward.

seeing his positive reaction, she continued boldly, wrapping her lips full around his tips. she swirled her tongue around the mushroom tip and the slit, humming at the taste of his pre cum. he tasted as good as gojo’s. his hand threaded her hair, gently encouraging her to move down the length, watching as inch by inch of his cock disappeared into her mouth. she fought the urge to gag, eyes watery when she realise, she didn’t even reach the base yet but his tips were already at the back of her throat. he chuckled.

“did i tell you to stop? you’re taking all in,” he gripped her hair harder, “loosen up, buttercup, you can take it.”

he pinched her nose, cutting her air supply forcing her to breath through her mouth. with her throat loosening, he gave a slight thrust finally bottoming out. “look at that, you can do it,” he caressed her bulging cheeks, before pulling out to give the girl some time to catch her breath. the mix of his pre cum and her saliva dripped from her lips; he gently brushed his thumb along it, popping it in her mouth. “such a good girl. be a doll and open up for me, okay?” he pressed a quick kiss on her lips, “you look so pretty wrapped around my cock.”

he realigned his length back to her lips, hands on both side of her face before slowly bottoming in. she squeaked, eyes widened at the roughness of his thrust. the squelching of her throat and his moans of approval had her clamping on nothing. she wondered if it was okay to touch herself, but her throat is preoccupied now to ask for permission.

“nanamin, can’t believe you’re letting her get off by herself,”

shivers rolled down her back as gojo rested his head on her shoulder. he had been watching for a while, seeing her little girl thrown on the floor, throat fucked by his best friend had him palming himself. he couldn’t wait any longer. “poor little girl,” gojo cooed, running his rough palm between her legs. she hummed desperately; head thrown back at the feeling of gojo’s thumb against her neglected clit while an opportunity for nanami to thrust deeper into her throat. she was buzzing with pleasure, head spinning from the multiple attentions.

they exchanged a look and a nod and soon, the girl was whiny as the men pulled away. gojo didn’t give enough for her to get off too and her throat, it felt empty. “that’s not fair,” she pouted. gojo laughed at her reaction, pulling his own shirt on the floor. nanami got on the bed, calling for her by her name. she was in trance. she was quick to climb on his laps.

she swore she could lose her mind on the spot; the feeling of both nanami’s and gojo’s hand caressing every part of her body. nanami’s lips around her hardened bud, lapping and leaving marks on her breast. gojo’s lips on her own, his hand around her neck with her head thrown back. he was muttering praises along with nanami’s hums of approval. she could feel gojo’s cock resting against the valley of her ass, thrusting slowly while nanami’s cock covered in her fluid, threatening to slip in any moment now.

“such a good girl,” she swore she could hear both muttered it.

she nodded; eyes rolled back agreeing to everything them said. reduced to nothing but a moaning mess, their little fuck toys. nanami held her waist, aligning himself before slowly easing into her. he let a loud fuck, groaning at the feeling of her tight gummy walls encasing his whole length. gojo swallowed her moans, palming her breast with on hand.

“does that feel good, buttercup? do you want nanamin to fuck you?” gojo teased, twerking her nipples between two fingers. she nodded, delirious and clearly overstimulated. “fuck, yes please nanami, fuck me,” she was far from done. nanami’s thrusts were gentle, easing in gently as he watched the bulge on her lower abdomen appearing and disappearing from his thrusts.

“lay down,” gojo ordered.

she cried out in pleasure, moaning at the feeling of nanami’s cock now hitting a new spot from the sudden change of position. he held her by her waist, holding her down as his thrust sped up. her sweaty chest rested against her, he could hear her heart racing and her tiny pants and mewls. “you trust us, don’t you?” he asked, and she mumbled a yes. she braced for whatever the two men had instore; nothing could surprise her anymore tonight. she felt a velvety cloth rested over her eyes, completely cutting her vision. the blindfold elevated her senses to a new level.

the low noises, the groan from the back of nanami’s throat that slowly rises as she bucked her hips into his, matching his thrusts, all of it making her more desperate for more. “ah, ‘namin, i’m c-close,” she gasped, air getting fucked out of her system with every thrusts. another hand- gojo’s- sneaked around her legs, circling around her clit and it didn’t take long for her to buck forward, screaming in pleasure her body finally given up. strings of curses escaped her lips, falling flat against his chest.

she wasn’t sure whose hands were slapping the flesh of her ass. she mewled pathetically at the pain, clenching on nanami’s cock with every spanks. “held her apart please,” an order came. one last spanked and soon, she could feel the cold air hitting her cunt stretching on nanami’s cock that was buried down to the base. she held her breath as she felt a cool liquid sliding down the crack and something resting on her other empty hole.

“you need to relax, or it won’t work,”

she gnawed on her bottom lips, eyes watering as she felt his tip gently easing in her tight ass. a soft word of relax repeated on the shell of her ears along with a shaky moan as her body slowly stretched to accommodate the sudden entrance of gojo’s length inside her. gojo pulled her up, resting her back against his chest as he held to her waist to steady himself. he moved slowly. her pain short lived after a couple of gentle thrust, quickly turning into pleasure as a moan spurred out of her lips.

“so full,” she groaned. nanami didn’t move, focusing on flicking her clit and letting her body adjusted to gojo’s slow thrusts. gojo pressed a kiss on her bare shoulder, “you good, buttercup? do you want me to stop?” he panted, halting his thrust slowly.

her only reply was a quick shake of her head before his mouth was back on her.

sure that she was back on track, nanami rolled his hips gently. their thrusts synchronized, with nanami out, gojo goes in, engulfing her in constant flow of pleasure. it didn’t take a while for her second orgasm to hit. they didn’t give a time to breath this time, desperate to chase their own highs and too overwhelmed in their own pleasures.

“fuck, baby if you going to keep clenching i’m not going to last long,” gojo breathed out, gripping her waist so tight, she could feel the bruises coming. their names escaped her lips like a prayer, her legs were bucking from the overstimulation but none of them aren’t backing out.

“switch?”

“yeah.”

she yelped at the sudden movement. she was empty, thrown back onto a chest of someone, by the laugh of it, she knew she was resting on gojo’s chest. his dick slipped easily into her soaping cunt, while nanami found himself groaning as he slipped into her ass, still tight despite being occupied earlier. gojo’s hands gently pushed her hair back, cupping her face watching it contorted in pleasure, tongue lolling out with drools down the side. “you feeling good, buttercup?” he chuckled. she was fucked beyond dumb, bruises littered her body, he couldn’t wait to see it peeking through her skirt and shirt when she goes to her office. he wanted to see her assistant leering jealously, judging his marks on her body.

he groaned at the thoughts of it, dick twitching to fill her up.

“cum, ngghh, a-again,” she stuttered.

“hold it in buttercup,” he roughly cupped her cheeks, “we are about to fill you up too.”

she let out a desperate cry, nanami pulling on her restrains and gojo was roughing up on her breasts and neck. she couldn’t last any longer, feeling her abdomen tightened. gojo threw his head back, the feeling of her walls spasming around his own caused him to come undone.

his own legs trembled, shooting ropes of cum deep inside her walls. their mixed fluid leaked down her thighs and down on gojo. she braced as nanami pressed his face against her back, groaning as his own orgasm washed down on him. his thrusts slowed down, strings of fuck escaped the man. he rested his face against her back, struggling to catch his breath with his hand griping tightly on her breast.

nanami pulled out, falling on the edge of the bed. she slipped out of gojo's, immediately falling on her side, visibly too exhausted to even sit up.

“fuck, i can’t feel my legs,” finally, her brain could string up a couple words, “undo the restrain please,”

she held her arms, face buried in the bed. she hissed as someone undo the restrain, red raw marks forming around her wrists. she was too weak to fight when gojo spread her legs apart, an amusing chuckle escaped the boyfriend. cum were oozing out of both holes.

“buttercup, you’re full and leaking,” he pressed a kiss on her thigh.

she felt the bed dipped behind her and nanami’s deep voice greeted her, murmuring apologies and praises. he planted kisses all over her neck and jaws. “hope you enjoy your anniversary gift,” his deep voice chuckled before he left the two lovebirds for the bathroom. a body loomed over her.

“happy one year, buttercup,” gojo’s lips pressed gently on her own, “you’ve made me the happiest man-child alive.”

she smiled, tracing her fingers on his protruding collarbone, “glad to know you’re happy with me.” he grabbed her hand, gently kisses each digit and the burn mark on her wrist. he pressed her palm on his sweaty cheeks, a cheeky smile on his face, “not to ruin the moment but i feel like foursome is a bit cliché for our second-year anniversary.”

“yeah, because first-year anniversary threesome sounds right.” she rolled her eyes.

“it did say that the first-year present is wood.”

she scoffed, “first-year traditional gift for anniversary is paper, dumbass.” she pulled him down for a kiss, “but you're my dumbass, s'kay,” she mumbled against his lips, a small smile appeared on his face. a satisfied chuckle leaving him as she moved to cuddle up against his chest.

[vicious-vixxxen]

Drabble Interest Check #1

So just a quick recap, refer to my previous post for a more in depth explanation- I wanna start sharing some drabbles I write more off of a whim, when idea’s hit me really suddenly, and I just start writing them down, and they never turn into much afterwards.  But, I thought if I shared them with you guy’s, maybe they’d prompt some inspo to request more, to turn them into full fics, with a full story- as most of my drabbles spawn from me thinking of one specific scenario, and building off of it a bit until I get to a drabble length- or more, as this one is nearly 2K lol don’t ask me how, I was super into it as I was writing.  Or urge me to try and and add a real start and finish to them, so put out as full fic’s myself. I also think these drabbles will give you a guys a better idea of what I like to write, what I'm willing to write, and what I'm open to writing. As my drabbles usually hit more angst and nsfw/kink notes. ‘Problematic’ or otherwise. I’ll add some notes to the end of the fic to give an idea of what I had in mind with this drabble, and go more in depth on that. But here it is, I'm actually very proud of this one, and hope to figure out how to finish it at some point.  Established Enji Todoroki X Male!Reader Additionally: Natsuo Todoroki x Male!Reader angst, unrequited love (or is it? ;3))

Shuffling into the kitchen, you grimaced as the carpet turned to cold, hard tile below your feet- wrapping your arms around yourself as you did your best to stay quiet, rummaging around the Todoroki kitchen for some snacks. You’d woken up restless, your stomach growling, and after prying yourself from underneath Enji’s death grip, you’d worked up quite the appetite. The soft sizzle of pork on the stove could be heard soon enough. Not too loud, but that, alongside the soft beeping of the rice cooker, and the delicious scent of your cooking wafting across the lower levels of the house, are what woke Natsuo from a fitful sleep. Rubbing both of his eyes with his fists, Natsuo yawned. Brow lifted in question as he sniffed the air, and checked the clock. Who the hell was cooking at two in the morning?

 Legs swinging off the bed, he stuffed his feet in his house shoes, and set off towards the kitchen. Yawning as he went, lifting up his shirt briefly to rub at his stomach, as he came to a stop in the kitchen doorway. The scents pouring out of it pulling a soft moan from his lips, his stomach twisting with want.

Though not just for food anymore. Not when he saw you moving swiftly around the kitchen, like you’d cooked there your whole life. Trying to be silent, but humming under your breath quietly. Clad in nothing but a pair of sleep shorts...and one of Natsuo’s fathers much larger shirts. The younger Todoroki resisted the urge to roll his eyes, ignoring the steering jealousy that raged within him, in favor of whistling lowly, catching your eye, and offering you a shake of his head, and a soft smile as he moved around the island, towards you. You had enough sense to at least look apologetic, though Natsuo quickly shrugged it off, coming around to inspect your cooking briefly, before allowing himself to be dragged into a hug by you. Something he could vaguely recall being off put by, the first time his father had introduced you to them all. Your affection. Your ability to be so close in so little time. Trusting, caring, sweet, kind. Intimate touch of any kind was something Natsuo had rejected all his life- well, when he could start rejecting it- as his own advances for comfort and touch as a child had been snuffed out quickly. Point being, it had taken him a while for him to come around to you being so...hands on, with him. Seeing you be so hands on with his siblings. It settled something, deep within himself, he hadn’t wanted to acknowledge even existed, but it helped. It helped a lot. Though now, Natsuo rationed quietly in his own mind...now maybe he took things too far. His hands slung around your waist, your arms around Natsuo’s neck- hands in his soft, white hair, face in the boy's neck, where it would usually be pressed to Enji’s chest. You and Natsuo were almost the same height, though Natsuo had you beat on mass- taking after his father already, broad shouldered: muscular. Handsome. He was going to be a fine young man some day...he already was, really. An uncomfortable flip of your stomach followed as Natsuo nuzzled into your neck- and you were quick to pull back slowly after, patting the boys chest with a smile, looking up at him through your lashes briefly, before turning to the stove to flip the cuts of pork in the pan. “Are you hungry?” You whispered, almost conspiratorially, grinning as Natsuo blushed, laughing under his breath, before nodding. “Good. Grab two bowls, it’s almost finished.” You both ate in relative silence, only your contented sighs, and Natsuo’s soft affirmations of how good the food was. As always. You even had Fuyumi beat when it came to certain dishes. Though he’d never tell his sister that. When the food was gone, and all that were left were empty plates, you lead Natsuo back to the large family room, adjacent to the kitchen, both of you taking seats on either side of the love seat/ feet tangled together under a blanket you threw over you both, before dissolving into random, half asleep conversation. Stomachs full, bodies warm, and pliable. Your eyes closed as you recalled something from your childhood- natsuo suddenly wide awake, as his eyes drifted down over your neck, counting your freckles, and blushing as His fathers shirt rode down far enough to see some of your chest hair, and the definition between your pecs. God you were handsome, Natsuo thought, consumed with the need to lean over and press his face info your chest. Rip his fathers shirt off of you, and swaddle you in one of his collegiate sweatshirts instead. It would keep you warm so much better. Plus, Natsuo thought suddenly, heatedly: you’d just look good in something of his. The icy blue of Natsuo’s color palette reflected in your eyes. God... “Natsuo?” You called across to him, snapping the younger man out of his daydreaming- a deep crimson flushing down over his pale cheeks, as the younger Todoroki averted his gaze, and rubbed at his neck. “Sorry, I just...I got...I was somewhere else, for a moment. I apologize.” Natsuo finally stuttered out gruffly, staring off at the corner of the wall, trying to calm his thoughts. But they were swarming now, insistent, /fiery/, burning up his chest, and his mind. “It’s alright, I-“ “why-“ Natsuo caught himself, biting his tongue as he cut you off, feeling embarrassed. You paused, smiling and shaking your head as you motioned for the man to continue. 

“....why are you with my father?” Natsuo finally asked. Voice soft, hesitant. But firm enough that it was clear he was demanding an answer this time. Because he’d asked this very same question just weeks after first meeting you. When you’d fixed the young man with a knowing gaze, rested a hand on his chest, and simply said “because I like him”. Natsuo couldn’t fathom anyone so much as tolerating his father, let alone liking him. So it was a bit jarring, to say the least. “Do we really have to go over this again?” Ah, Natsuo thought. So you remembered that too. “My father could live a thousand lives atoning for what he’s done, and it would never be enough to deserve someone like you,” Natsuo said, voice heavier now, a little louder, breaking the quiet space you’d created there on the sofa together. Gaze directly on you now. Your eyes. Your gorgeous eyes that looked at his father with such admiration, that it made Natsuo ill sometimes to bear witness to it. “You are not the sole keeper of your fathers misgivings, Natsuo. He hasn’t just hurt you. Whether you choose to see and actively acknowledge the man he’s trying to become, is on you, and I won’t force your hand or try and tell you how you should feel. But don’t question my love for your father, because it’s just that: mine.” You matched the young man's tone, voice even, and soft, yet affirmative- leaving no room for argument. Though Natsuo seemed to want to test that. “So you love the old man then, huh? You really love him?” Natsuo urged, sitting up suddenly, much closer now as you stared. “Not that it is any of your business, but yes, Natsuo, yes. I’m in love with your father, and I see myself living a long and happy life with him. Getting married, settling down, having-“ “having what? Kids?!” Natsuo questioned, eyes wide as he stared at you. You paused, wondering if this was a conversation you should be having with Enji at your side. Natsuo was sweet, and soft spoken- when it was with anyone who wasn’t his father, that is, since that usually resulted in a shouting match between the two. Now though, he was feeling combative apparently- questioning your decisions, which you didn’t appreciate in the slightest. “Please tell me you’re not stupid enough to want to have /children/ with that man?” Natsuo urged, half desperate, half pleading, as he sat up on his knees, nearly towering over you now as you looked down on you. “Watch. Your. Tone.” You warned him, sitting up so you were on even level again, noses nearly brushing as you did so. “Your father may put up with your snippy, accusatory remarks because he thinks allowing you to walk over him will somehow bring you two closer together, but I sure as fuck won’t.” Your cursing nearly made Natsuo flinch out of pure guilt, but he stood his ground. “You’re fooling yourself if you think he’d be any different with your kids. Look at how we turned out! Is that what you want for your own children? A childhood of solicitude and abuse, to feel unwanted, and uncared for? To wonder every night when they go to bed why their father doesn’t love them?! Is that what you want!” Natsuo was shouting now, panic rising in his throat, and you suddenly felt wholly unprepared for this conversation. “I’ll be damned if I allow that sorry excuse of a man and a father, to think about bringing up new children. Robbing you of your chance to have a real partner by your side. Someone to help you care for, and love your children. You...you deserve so much better than him, I don’t understand.” Natsuo was holding back tears now, chest heaving as he breathed, and you couldn’t take it. Gathering him up in your arms, you brought the man in for a tight hug. Cradling him in, and rubbing his back as he began to cry, mumbling nonsense into your neck as you just held him, and closed your eyes, willing back your own tears as you bared witness to something for the first time: the result of Enji’s fathering. Or, your brain offered up weakly: the lack thereof. Even more so...his abuse. Here you were, experiencing the aftermath first hand, and it made your heart hurt so deeply, and your mind race. You wanted to beat the shit out of Enji for doing this to Natsuo, but what could be done about it now? Enji was trying, he was trying so hard every day. But Natsuo was clinging to his hate, and his anger, and his fears, and who were you to tell him he should let them go? At least this way, you rationalized, you could be there for him when they became too much. “I didn’t mean to upset you. Im sorry,” you whispered into his hair, raking your fingers through it as Natsuo shuddered through another sob, and shook his head in your chest. “I'm so sorry, Natsuo. I’m so, so sorry.” He mumbled something then, body tense, refusing to be pulled back to see your face, even as you tried. “What?” You asked quietly, tilting your head to hear him better. “Do you love /us/?” ‘Me’. Do you love me he’d asked first, you realized, and your heart beat sped up as you did your best to squeeze Natsuo impossibly tighter- head in his hair as you nodded. “I love you all so much. Fuyumi, Shoto. I have love for your mother, and for Toya. And I love you, Natsuo, I love you so much. I’m honored to be able to call you my family now. I do love you,” you reassured him, shushing him quietly through a new set of sobs, before tensing when Natsuo suddenly sat up, hot breath and humid, tear stains cheeks ghosting across your face as icy grey eyes met yours. He was nearly panting with the effort to stop his crying, clearly looking for something as he stared at you, before he was leaning forward and smashing your lips together in a heated, desperate kiss.

thus concludes the drabble, now on to the end notes lol

So yeah, that’s it lol, lemme know what you guys think? The plan for this originally was to have some sort of double todoroki x male!reader endgame, where he’d end up with both Enji and Natsuo, by some means. Though not without a fair bit more angst thrown in. Arguments, fighting, etc etc. But I did wanna have them all three be endgame someway or another.  Which, yes, would include incest. Whether direct or indirect, cuz one could make the argument they’re sort of just dating the same person, which is also fine- cuz it’s adorable to me, but they’d all be fucking at some point, even if most of the attention is solely on the male reader, it would happen. That’s part of the big reason I wanna do this drabble interest checks, because they give you a glimpse into my problematic mind, and you can decide for yourselves if you wanna stick around and be a part of it, or leave.  Not to say poly relationships are problematic in the slightest, of course- I adore poly ships, and hope to write some in the future- but incest? Boy howdy.  But I love it sksksk >;3  So lemme know what you guy’s think of this fic! If you want to see it continued, if so, how so?  Feel free to ask me anon or otherwise about kink and dynamics, sfw or nsfw, if you’d like too. I’m gonna make an updated kink list with kinks I will be writing about eventually, so you can decide to stick around and see them, or show yourself out so they don’t bother you. My space is mine, so I will not be responding to, or entertaining people who want to be upset about them, or disagree with my tastes. It’ll get you nowhere, telling you right now.  But yeah. Lemme know guys. <3 Vixen

[backtobackbakubabe]

Speak Easy Part 5

Bakugo x Reader, Dabi x Reader

Words : 4804

Masterlist

Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together?

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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It had been a few days since Bakugo had visited. Dabi was so torn between wanting to punish you for being a brat and praising you for finally walking. On one hand it was a law that you worked out every day. It was in writing and you had tried to tell him you weren’t going to do it.

Part of him knew he was only so worked up over it because it had happened in front of Bakugo. If it had happened any other day, he would have given you a quick spank and just thrown your ass in the pool anyways.

The look on your face had made it worth it though. To see that tenacious side of you, the one that looked like it was ready for a fight… Yeah, he could get used to seeing that look.

Then there was the aftercare of your little outburst. You had let him hold you all night. He didn’t know if that was intentional or if you had only reached for him in sleep out of instinct. He remembered how you had reached for Bakugo and it gave him a headache. For now, he chose to not make a big deal about it.

It had been a long day and you were ready to pass out. Dabi had taken the training wheels off and was starting to make you walk more and more on your own without his help. He was always quick to laugh when you fell on your ass with a taunt of, “You look like Shoto when he was a toddler. Don’t worry I didn’t help him either.” The only time he did help you, was to help you into the high barstool at the kitchen island. Making more jokes about you needing help getting into your highchair and asking if you needed him to feed you too.

You didn’t know if it was the fatigue or the teasing, but something had you in a foul mood. You flipped him off, ~I hate you~.

Dabi’s eyes softened in an almost annoyingly affectionate way, “No you don’t.” He handed you the bowl of ice cream you had begged for. “Good work today. I gave you an extra scoop.” He winked, took out his own spoon, and quickly stole a bite.

Your mouth hung open at his audacity. ~No! Wrong! Hate!~

He laughed loudly, “I said I gave you an extra scoop! You’re not gonna miss one bite!” He reached his spoon back out, “Just for that I’m gonna take another.”

You smacked his hand away and furrowed your eyebrows at him, ~Mine.~

He feigned shock, “I’m sorry… did you just… hit me?”

You stuck your tongue out at him and shoveled a huge bite of ice cream into your mouth. It was way too much and if you weren’t so intent on being a brat you would have laughed. Dabi however was in no laughing mood as he saw the melted ice cream dripping down your chin.

He reached out squished your cheeks together with one hand. He hovered over you, enjoying the height difference and absolutely losing it over the look of pure innocence in your eyes as the ice cream continued to slip past your lips. He leaned closer to you and whispered in a husky voice, “You’re making a mess… Now. Swallow.”

Your eyes connected with his and you obediently swallowed what was left of the ice cream. He swiped a thumb across your bottom lip to collect what was left before sucking into his mouth all the while keeping his eyes focused on yours.

You swear he was leaning in even closer when the loud clanging of your spoon hitting the table broke you apart.

He cleared his throat and pushed himself away from you. You had to focus really hard on not pouting. Why were you disappointed? Had you wanted him to kiss you? Or were you just horny again? This was a question you had been faced with a lot in your adult life, because as much as you hate to admit it… your quirk does make you a total horn dog. It’s been what? YEARS since you had good and proper sex.

You shuddered as you remembered back to the lab. You had sex there a few times… but… you couldn’t really say if it was any good on the account that you don’t remember most of it. What you did remember, you wish you didn’t. They hadn’t called it sex… they called it ‘research’, and boy where they a fan of their research.

Dabi lifted your chin to force you to look at him, “Hey where did you go just now?” He saw the tears pooling in your eyes and he felt a spike of panic at the thought the he was the cause of them. “Hey… hey I’m sorry. I take things too far sometimes.” He went to lower his hand but your gripped it and brought it back to your face. Needing his presence to anchor you to the present before you spiraled into memories of the past.

“Take a deep breath for me, okay. I need you to take a deep breath then I need you to hold it until I say so. Can you do that?” You hadn’t even realized your breathing had started to tighten until he said something. You nodded slowly as you tried to remember back to your hero training. You took a deep breath in through your nose. “Good girl. Now hold it and count to ten.” You did as he said before letting a shaky breath out of your mouth. “You’re doing great, just keep doing that. Is it okay if I pick you up?”

Your eyes widened. Did you want to be held? Or did you want to lock yourself in your room. You didn’t even know. You didn’t know what you wanted right now, what you needed. Would you find comfort in his embrace, or would you feel confined? So, you just stared back at him and shrugged.

“Law number one. I need a yes or no. You can do that. I know you can.” You gulped and nodded your head. He picked you up, but instead of picking you up bridal style like he usually did, he picked you up like he would a child. Wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

He walked you back to your room abandoning the rest of the ice cream to melt on the counter. You buried you face into his neck and you felt his fingers comb through your hair. He sat down on the bed and pulled you close to him. “I’ve had my fair share of anxiety attacks. They suck… ass. I get that. The only thing you can do is breath and try and clear you mind.” He continued to run his fingers through your hair, and you could feel your heartbeat start to slow down to match his. “So, uh… I guess I’ll try to distract you. I could tell you a story about me. Would you like that?”

You could already feel yourself starting to calm down, but you didn’t want to pass up on an opportunity to learn more about him, so you simply nodded and burrowed further into him.

You could feel him shift uncomfortably underneath you. “When I first got away from my family. I was just a dumb kid. I was angry and hell bent on proving to anyone who even looked my way that I was strong. Once I was running an errand for the league at a local market and I saw Shoto. It was after his accident, but his hair was a dead giveaway. He was there with Fuyumi, I think she was just trying to keep him busy.”

He leaned back and pulled you with him making the two of you more comfortable. “I saw his scar and was so sure that our dad did it. I was ready to hunt him down and kick his ass.” He sighed before letting out a small chuckle, “But then the squirt did the weirdest thing. It was like he was drawn to me. I looked nothing like the brother he knew. Black hair, scars, and staples, But he broke free of Fuyumi and ran straight towards me. Out of instinct I leaned down to pick him up, but he stopped right as he got to me. He put a hand up to my face and then to his own scar. He looked me square in the eyes and said ‘Ouch’ and then just ran away.”

You smiled, that definitely sounded like Todoroki. The more you thought about it, there were definitely some small similarities between the two brothers. Not that you’d mention that to either of them.

Dabi continued to talk and tell you stories until you eventually drifted off into dreams of young Dabi and what he would have been like. Your mind conjured up images of him in a UA uniform. Him competing in a sports festival. Him in a library studying for exams.

Unfortunately, your dreams didn’t last long. You woke a few hours later with a stabbing pain in your abdomen. You whimpered as you tried to roll over in an attempt to find a position that would alleviate the pain. Instead you rolled straight into the lean body of Dabi. Oh no. Dabi. You needed to get cleaned up before he woke up.

You tried to roll away from him, but his arm snaked around you and pulled you closer, “Y/n? What’s wrong? Have a bad dream?” He remembered that he wasn’t going to get a verbal answer, so he opened his eyes to see you looking absolutely miserable. “Y/n? Are you okay?”

You nodded but then winced when a really bad cramp rocked through you. You had always had really painful periods, but you hadn’t had to feel it in it’s full affects in years.

“Bullshit, you don’t look okay. Are you sick?”

Not even bothering to answer, you pushed away from him and slowly made your way to the bathroom. He leaned over to turn the bedside lamp on and that’s when it clicked for him. “Holy shit! How are you even alive, that’s a fuck ton of blood. I’ve been stabbed before and I didn’t bleed that much.”

You knew he was just being dramatic, but it still made you cringe that he was witnessing this. You could hear him stripping the sheets as you turned the shower on. Now all your recent mood swings made sense. Just last night you had been pissed, horny, and crying all in the span of several minutes. Stupid hormones.

When you stepped out of the shower there was a box of tampons and a box of pads sitting on the counter next to the sink. Just seeing them made you pout. You fucking hated your period.

You stepped out once you were dressed and heard the buzz of the dryer. Surely there was no way Dabi had cleaned the sheet that fast. You walked out of the bedroom to see him rushing towards you with a massive blanket. He stopped when he saw you standing in the hallway. “Uh… okay. So, game plan. I warmed up a blanket. I have Fruits Basket queued up and chocolate chip pancakes are on stand bye.”

Your eyes widened ~How?~

“How what? How did I know?” You nodded and he you swear to god he blushed. “I uh… I may have texted my brother. Who texted Bakugo, who called me, and now here we are.”

That made more sense. Katsuki had always been the only one who could handle your mood swings when you were menstruating. Everyone else claimed you were too scary. When you were younger your quirk would become unpredictable and it would randomly activate at the most inconvenient times. Your quirk used to be heavily influenced by your emotions, and when your monthly cycle came around it was almost impossible to control your emotions.

It took him a few tries but eventually Katsuki got the routine down. Warm blanket, something sweet, and some sappy anime, which we’d never admit it, but he actually loved.

You accepted the blanket from him and hobbled towards the couch. You pulled your knees to your chest in an attempt to get comfortable. Dabi disappeared but quickly returned with the pancakes. “I’m an idiot for not thinking about this. It obviously was going to happen at some point. You’ve been here for about three weeks.”

~Thank you~ You took the pancakes from him and he gave you a weird look.

“Okay I’m not good at the whole taking care of others thing. So… do I leave you alone? Do you expect me to watch this shit with you?”

You glared at him as you ate your pancakes and because you were already in a bad mood… you shrugged. Did you do it on purpose to piss him off. Of course.

He growled before throwing himself down on the couch next to you. “You’re lucky you don’t feel good you fucking brat. I’m really trying to be nice.”

You ignored him and hit play. You knew you were being ridiculous, but you also couldn’t stop yourself. It was like you wanted his attention any way you could get it. You finished your pancakes and were about two episodes into the show, but your cramps hadn’t subsided. You whined as you hugged the blanket around you and started to toss around trying to find a position, any position that would help with your cramps.

You thought Dabi had fallen back asleep, so you were scared shitless when his arms wrapped around you and pulled you down onto his chest. He was laying on his back pinning your chest to his. You could barely see the blue of his eyes in the dark. He looked so tired though. “Just smack me if it’s too much… but do you trust me?”

You bit your lip but nodded anyways. You knew by now that Dabi would stop if you asked him to. So, while you were nervous about what he was going to do, you also trusted him to listen to you.

He reached his hands around and pushed his hands just past the waistband of your sleeping shorts. Your breath hitched but his hands stopped there. You wondered what he was doing, but then his hands started to heat up and oh shit did it feel good. It was like he was your own personal heating pad.

You hummed into his neck and shifted a little bit to sink further into him. You hiked one of your legs up and wiggled to push yourself into his hands more, chasing the warm comfort.

You stayed like that for a while. The tops of his fingers ghosting over the curve of your ass as his palms pressed into your lower back. It was honestly impressive how he his hands were just hot enough to feel good without burning you.

Dabi sucked in a breath, “You like that huh?” He pulled you closer to him. His hands started to knead into your lower back as he buried his nose into your hair. You let out a groan at how good it felt. Before you could stop yourself you grinded down on his thigh. “Oh, you really like it…” You could hear the playful note in his voice. “Like I said… stop me if it’s too much.”

You knew what direction this was heading, and you didn’t care because it felt so good. His hands slipped lower and grabbed your ass and started to massage your cheeks before pulling you down hard into his thigh. “I heard somewhere…” His mouth was at your ear now nipping at the shell of it. “That the best thing for period cramps…” He moved his thigh up to meet your center as his hands pulled you down and moved you back and forth. “Is an orgasm.” Your fingers found his shirt and gripped onto it while you started to ride his thigh. “I would be selfish not to help you out.” His lips found your neck and he pressed gentle featherlike kisses there, making you sigh. “Take what you need from me baby.”

He gave your ass a hard squeeze before giving it a slap. “Fuck, your ass is perfect.” He gripped your hair and pulled you back and his lips met yours and you moaned at how delicious it was. This. This is what you needed. You needed someone to make you forget. To make you feel like you weren’t some fragile and broken toy. He was letting you take the lead while he maintained all of the control.

Your hand reached up and cupped his cheek. Your quirk activated and in your touch you could feel his overwhelming desire. You could also feel hesitation. He must be worried about pushing you too far. You pushed your lust back at him through your touch to reassure him you were more than okay this. He growled and deepened your kiss before yanking himself away. “Fuck Y/n! I-I think you’re quirk triggered. You smell… god you smell so fucking good!”

You grit your teeth. You wanted to tell him sorry, but the words wouldn’t leave your lips. His hands came to your hips and pulled you, so you were now grinding on his already hard dick. Your hands stopped his as you shook your head no. Now you were worried you were the one taking advantage of him. You knew your smell could be overwhelming.

He panted as he bucked up, “No, please don’t stop on my account. It’s fucking hot. I promise you y/n… if you ever let me…” One of his hands found it’s way back to your ass while the other snaked into your shorts and started to rub your clit through your underwear. “I’ll show you what it feels like to be fucking worshiped.”

You felt your orgasm quickly building and Dabi could tell. He could see the way your chest heaved and he could feel the way you began to frantically snap your hips. He kissed up your neck while he picked up the speed on your clit. “You want to know why?” He bucked his hips hard up into yours. “Because you’re a good girl. You are MY good girl.”

That was all you needed. You shook and your thighs squeezed around him. He kept going to help you ride it out as long as possible. You felt all your tension bleed out. All of the stress of the past couple days, hell the past couple weeks, didn’t even matter anymore. And all you did was ride his thigh.

When you finally had enough you grabbed his hand and squeezed. Panting you nuzzled back up to him and his hands trailed up and down your spine. “That’s my girl. Good job.” He kissed the top of your head and pulled the blanket back up over you. “Now let’s get some sleep.” We can skip the routine tomorrow. We can just do this instead. One day off won’t kill you.”

You hummed as you melted into him. Your eyes drooped closed and the last thing you remembered was Dabi grabbing your thigh and hitching your leg over his waist.

“The gag won’t be enough. We need to make sure she doesn’t even have the option of talking.” That voice sent chills down your spine. It belonged to the man you only knew as Dr. A3. They never used their names around you. Just an extra precaution in case you were to escape. Dr. A3 was the one who seemed to be in charge of all our your “experiments”. He was psychotic and you hate him with every cell in your body.

You were back on that table. You opened your eyes, but you couldn’t see anything but the blindfold.

“I can handle that, but my quirk will eventually ware off.” That was Cogernot. He was technically a villain who was being held in the same way you were. His quirk allowed him to manipulate with people’s cognition. He could turn off your senses, mess with your memories, and so much more. It was common that they grouped the two of you together in the lab.

“That’s fine how long do you think it’ll last?”

Cogernot sighed, “It’s different with every person but the more often I do it the longer it’ll last. But you have to be careful. If I mess with her too much it could become permanent.”

Dr. A3 laughed, “You say that as if it’s a bad thing. If that girl were able to talk, she could easily escape, or even worse she could make us all kill one another.” He ran a hand through your tangled hair and you winced in pain. “Besides girls like her are meant to be seen and not heard. We have another girl here who can walk through people’s dreams and convince them to do all kinds of stuff. We don’t need y/n’s honeyed words anymore. Do it.”

“If you say so… But don’t come crying to me when I accidentally break your favorite toy.”

You felt a hand press to your forehead, and you felt something snap.

Your eyes slowly opened, and you found that you were still laying on top of Dabi in his living room. You were able to keep your panic at bay by slowly breathing and counting in your head. You matched your breathing to Dabi’s, and you felt his arms tighten around you.

You looked at his sleeping face. He looked so different like this, when he wasn’t yelling at you or teasing you. A flush came over your cheeks when you remembered what happened earlier that morning. You traced your finger over the staples under his eyes.

His hand flew up and grabbed your wrist. “Can I help you?” He didn’t even bother to open his eyes, so you shoved on his shoulder to make him look at you. “I literally just woke up and you’re already begging for attention.” It drove you crazy that he wouldn’t open his eyes to look at you. The asshole knew you couldn’t talk…. Couldn’t talk.

The dream came crashing back to you. You pushed yourself off of him and went in search for your journal.

“Wait y/n… come on. Come back. I’ll open my eyes. Don’t throw a fucking temper tantrum over it Jesus.”

You came back with your journal and sat down on the table that was across from the couch and started to write everything you could remember about your dream. Dabi sat up and tried to smooth his hand up your thigh but you paused your writing long enough to slap it away. ~Not now~

“There’s no way you’re that mad. Come on what are you writing. Is this our first fight? Are fighting right now? That’s cute.”

You scowled as you shoved your journal in his face. The look on his face went from amused to concerned as he started reading.

“Wait that’s where Cogernot has fucking been this whole time? We thought he died.” He looked at you “How many times did he use his quirk on you?”

You shrugged and for once he didn’t yell at you for it.

He ran a hand through his white hair. “So, if this is really just his quirk and not some kind of trauma then it should ware off soon. That idiots quirk usually only lasts for a couple of hours though, sometimes a few days. I’ve never seen it last this long.” He stood up and started to pace. You watched him go back and forth a few times before he threw his hands in the air, “Shit!” He picked up a pillow and it immediately turned to ash.

He looked back to you and saw the alarm in your eyes, “I’m sorry, I’m overreacting. It’s just – That fucking idiot may have permanently fucked you up.” You cringed at his words. Was that how he saw you? Fucked up?

He started pacing again, “He told me once there was a way to override his quirk though. You just have to convince your brain that it’s dying. Something about that kicks it into gear and nullifies his quirk.” He looked to the pool and then to you. “We could drown you! I know CPR, it’ll be fine.”

~NO NO NO~ The look in Dabi’s eyes was starting to scare you. He looked like he was ready to do it no matter what you said. As much as you wanted to talk again, you didn’t think it was worth risking your life over. But apparently, he did. Apparently learning sign, and reading your journal was just too much work for him. If he was this desperate to fix it… if he was willing to drown you just so you could talk….

You were ripped from your thoughts when he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder. You kicked and hit him while tears streamed down your cheeks. There was no way he would go through with this… right?

You heard the sliding glass door open and all the sudden you were only steps away from the pool. You couldn’t see into his eyes, you couldn’t see what was going on in that fucked up head of his. You slid a hand under his shirt right before he got to the pool and did the only thing you could think of. You showed him how scared you were. You made him feel that terror. He paused only for a moment before jumping in the pool.

He let go only for a few seconds just so he could pull your back to his chest and whisper into your hair. “I know you’re going to hate me, but eventually you will think me for this.”

And then he was shoving you under. You clawed at his arms, ripping several of his staples out. You poured all of your terror and your pain into your touch and grabbed his wrists that were holding you under.

This was fucked up, this was so fucked up. You didn’t want to die. Why was he doing this? He didn’t even know if it would work! Your panic wasn’t making it any easier. You were losing oxygen fast and before you knew it you were starting to black out. You were going to die… You were going to drown in the same pool he had held you in so sweetly and helped you rehabilitate in. Your fingers ceased their scratching and your arms fell limp.

He didn’t bring you back up until you had stopped moving completely. He pulled you back up to the surface and immediately laid you down on the hard-concrete outside of the pool. In seconds he was on you preforming CPR. “Come on… You’re strong. You can take a little drowning. Hell, I’ve drowned a few times. Well I’ve been waterboarded… I don’t know if that exactly the same thing.” He nervously babbled to your unconscious body as he continued his chest compressions. “Come on y/n! Fuck!” He pinched your nose and breathed into you. Just a few hours ago his lips had been on yours for an entirely different reason and he desperately wished he could go back to that moment now.

He continued his chest compressions tears pooling in his eyes. “COME ON Y/N!” He did this. This was his fault. His father was right about him. The world was right about him. He’s a monster. He was supposed to be protecting you. You trusted him and he did this to you. He had felt your fear, your pain, and he did it anyway.

The thought of you never getting to talk again had thrown him into a panic. The thought of those fuckers taking apart of who you were away from you made him see red. He acted impulsively and now he’s paying the price.

“WAKE UP! PLEASE!”

You coughed and water came flooding out of your mouth. He cried out in relief and rolled you onto your side and patted your back to help you expel the water from your lungs.

It fucking burned. Your throat was raw from the chlorine and your brain was foggy from the lack of oxygen.

“Y/n… I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I-I don’t even know what to say.”

He reached his hand out to touch your face but you caught it. You stared into his eyes with as much hate as a person could have and gripped his hand so hard you could feel your nails cutting into his skin, “Fuck… You…”

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[keanureevesisbae]

sugar sugar - the honeymoon

Summary: Becky and Henry are on the sex island, planning the rest of their honeymoon.

Sugar Daddy!Henry Cavill x Becky Kim (asian OFC)

Warnings: Sex, blow job, squirting, spanking, fingering and mentions of cock warming

Wordcount: 1.9k

Masterlist // Sugar Sugar Masterlist // Sugar Sugar the wedding Masterlist // Previous chapter //

I knew that our honeymoon would be filled with sex, especially because we are going to that specific private island again. My friends said goodbye to me at the hotel, before Henry and I went to the airport to get on the plane and let’s say they weren’t subtle.

How could they, when we apparently woke up the entire hotel? Maybe a private island is good for us.

On the private jet, Henry ushered me over to him and when I sat on his lap, he pulled out his hard cock and whispered I should sit right there, so I could keep him warm. I had been craving him, probably even more than he needed me, I simply smiled and slide on his hard member, letting him stretch out my walls as he bottomed out.

Still tired from the wedding and the wedding night, I nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck, as he read a little. As I started clenching around him, trying to relief some tension, he chuckled and bucked his hips up to mine, his hands guiding my hips to ride him. We already were members of the mile high club, but with what we did right there and then, I’d say we’re honorary members.

We arrived late at night on the private island and I immediately became one with the mattress, barely bothering taking off my clothes. Henry slid in behind me, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me—his wife—good night.

He suggested a no clothes honeymoon, but I simply cannot allow that. Being on the private island again means that it’s possible, sure, however there are other things we need to think about, we need to do.

For example, what we’re gonna do after we spend some time on the private island, because Henry suggested a month long honeymoon, if not longer.

I mean, I wouldn’t complain about it. A month long just Henry and me, traveling around the world? Sounds like something I would thoroughly enjoy.

After a wonderful goodnight rest, I wake up in an empty bed. I suspect he is already out and about. I stretch out my muscles, before I walk into the living room, only to see there is no sign of him. I walk to the kitchen, but still, no Henry.

Where could he be?

When I march into the backyard, he is right there, without his shirt on, doing push ups in the shadows. ‘Honey, I was looking for you,’ I say as I near the yoga mat. ‘What are you doing up already?’

I sit next to him on the yoga mat and he smiles. ‘Was already awake, baby, but you seemed so peaceful, I figured I let you sleep,’ he says, running his fingers through his sweaty locks. ‘Why are you wearing this many clothes?’

I scoff. ‘You’re gonna push this?’

He nods. ‘Yes, because I love you naked and now we can walk around without clothes on, not a possibility of people seeing us.’ He picks on the thin tank top I’m wearing and I give him a kiss, after I let out a chuckle.

I sit on his thick thighs and ask: ‘Tell me, what are our plans for the rest of our honeymoon?’

‘Spend a week here?’ he suggest. ‘After that we can go to whatever country you want to go to.’

I smile. ‘Maybe… Australia? Japan?’

‘Australia and Japan it is for my gorgeous wife.’ Henry smiles. ‘I still cannot believe that you are my wife now. My wonderful and beautiful and amazing wife.’ He wraps his arms around my waist, before pressing a kiss on my lips. ‘Just do me a favor and take off your clothes,’ he pleads.

‘Because we’re married,’ I chuckle, taking off my tank top. I shimmy out of my underwear, as Henry shreds himself out of his own clothes way too fast. He bites his bottom lip, before pulling me back on his lap. I admire it all: his thighs, his broad chest and his beautiful face.

‘I can’t get enough of you, darling,’ he says, squeezing my ass in his large hands.

‘I can tell. You’re quite obsessed with me.’

He smacks my bottom and I let out a yelp. ‘No need to be a smart ass,’ he says, in a joking yet stern tone.

‘Sorry, daddy,’ I whisper.

There is still this wedding bliss, the moment that we’re finally husband and wife. While I know we need to go back to our place, get a bit of normalcy back into our lives, a month long honeymoon (filled with tons of sex, because Gen wasn’t joking at our reception) sounds like something I could totally need.

Henry places me on my back and moistens his fingers between his own lips, before he teases them through my wet slit. I arch my back when he slowly pushes one in, before adding another one.

How much I already needed him, after everything we did last night, on the plane, it’s quite special, but that’s just what he does to me. His fingers rub against my sensitive spot and I moan out loud, hearing it echo into the open space. ‘More, daddy,’ I beg. ‘I need more.’

‘You want three fingers, baby girl?’ he asks, but I am enjoying it way too much to answer. ‘Tell daddy what you want.’

‘I want three fingers, daddy. Fuck I need it.’

He pushes in his ring finger, before rubbing his thumb over my sensitive clit. My hips buck up to meet his fingers. ‘Good girl,’ he says with a proud smile, ‘look at you. Still so needy.’

When I tighten around his fingers, he must’ve sensed my orgasm was nearing, because he pulls out his fingers. ‘No,’ I whine. ‘Daddy, why?’

But Henry wouldn’t be Henry if he wouldn’t tease me. He pushes his fingers deep inside of me again, but only once I’m on the verge of cumming, he withdraws his fingers again. I don’t know how many times he has done this, but after a few times, I’m a panting, moaning mess. I fold my fingers together in the back of his neck, to pull him closer to me. I feel his hot breath against my lips. ‘What’s wrong, sweetheart?’ he asks.

‘Don’t be mean, daddy,’ I say. ‘I need to cum, I can’t take it anymore.’

He smiles, pressing a kiss on my cheek, my other cheek and then my lips. ‘You do know what you’re asking for, don’t you?’

‘I do.’

Without breaking eye contact, his fingers find their way back to my throbbing entrance and they slide inside with such ease. As I look into his beautiful eyes, his fingers expertly know what to do. They rub the right place over and over again, the familiar sensation coiling inside my stomach. ‘I can tell you’re close,’ he whispers. ‘You sure you wanna cum?’

I feverishly nod, when my toes start to curl and I close my eyes, my lips slightly agape as I shake underneath his broad body. As I ride out my high on his fingers, he smiles at me. ‘What?’ I ask out of breath.

‘You made a mess on my yoga mat,’ he says and as he pulls out his fingers, I look at the puddle between my legs. ‘You’re a messy one, I know that, but this is something else.’

‘Sorry,’ I chuckle, pushing my legs together.

‘None of that,’ he tells me. ‘But you needed to cum, right?’

I can see the glimmer in his eyes and I already know what is waiting for me. Maybe it’s the fact that we’re on no one’s radar, maybe it’s the fact we’re outside, but he is absolutely ravishing me.

Not a second goes by that his hands and lips aren’t doing anything. He flicks my nipples, presses open mouth kisses on my nape and smacks the flesh of my bottom over and over again, causing the skin to heat up. I have no idea how many times he made me come, how many times he stopped right before I reach my high.

He is pounding inside of me, desperate to chase his own high. I barely can hold onto him, as I’m exhausted. ‘Look at me,’ he whispers, stilling his movements, ‘are you okay?’

‘I’m tired,’ I whisper back.

‘You want me to stop?’

I shake my head. ‘No, daddy, I can take it.’

He frowns, before he pulls out. ‘No, no, no,’ he says, not agreeing with my pleads, sitting back on the yoga mat, ‘come here.’

I push myself up, kneel in between his legs and already know what he wants. He grabs my hair together, guiding my face towards his hard member, his tip fiery red and still glistering in my juices. I open my mouth and let his large cock slide inside my mouth. He hits the back of my throat and it takes a few moments before I get my breathing right.

Henry pulls my head up by my hair and I look at him, desperate for some air and as I gasp for some oxygen, he asks: ‘Where do you want me to cum?’

Normally he doesn’t ask. He knows the answer, but now he is asking me? ‘In my mouth, daddy,’ I whisper.

He darkly chuckles. ‘Your wish is my command.’

✤ ✤ ✤

Despite his pleads, this is not a naked honeymoon. After spending a week on the private island, we took off to Australia, followed by a trip to Indonesia, Japan and South-Korea. It’s lovely to be around Henry, to spend time with my husband.

By the time we’re home, the honeymoon bliss slowly drifts off and I realize that we’re officially gonna be husband and wife for the rest of our lives.

No way I’m ever letting this man go.

There is so much that I’m grateful for. The fact that he literally goes above and beyond for  not only me, but also my dad and my friends. The fact he always makes time for me, no matter how busy he is, how tired he is. How he supports me and everything I do.

When I wake up, I look at my phone and realize it’s been a few days since we’re back to normalcy and our one month wedding anniversary. I get out of bed and rush towards our living room. I see Henry’s already up, sitting at the dining table, his eyes focused on his laptop screen. I can already see the houses. Ever since we got back, he is been dead set on finding the right place for us.

A place for us to start our family.

‘Good morning,’ I say with a smile, as I wrap my arms around his neck. ‘Find anything yet?’

‘Not yet,’ Henry says, ‘it needs to be perfect for you.’ He looks to the side and smiles. ‘Did you sleep okay?’

‘I slept wonderful,’ I whisper. ‘Missed my man next to me.’ I plop on his lap and add: ‘You know I don’t have many demands.’

‘I know,’ he chuckles, wrapping his arms around my waist. ‘Still need to be perfect. Thankfully money isn’t the problem. I have three houses on my list, you want to check them out today?’

I smile. ‘I’d like that.’ I give him a kiss and say: ‘I love you.’

He chuckles. ‘I love you too, darling. I can’t wait to start the rest of our lives together.’

‘Me neither,’ I whisper. ‘I can’t wait either.’

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[yutahoes]

No Strings Attached

characters : Yuta Nakamoto, Reader, Jung Jaehyun, Taeyong is also mentioned

genre : smut

warning : Smut (Teasing, Breast Fondling, Light Bondage, Spanking, Rough Sex), Cheating, Alcohol

summary : It’s just one night. No strings attached. What could go wrong? 

word count : 3.5k 

tag list : @ailoveyuta​ @yutazen01​ @aiforyuu​

a/n:  This is for plot purpose only but I don’t condone nor encourage cheating. I don’t know where this came from. Please forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏 And since I’m not satisfied with how this ended, I might post a second part. Should I? Please let me know. 

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"Baby girl, what are you doing here?" Yuta asked that made you roll your eyes at him. Of all the bars in Seoul, why do you have to meet him here? And now? Really? "Does your boyfriend know you're here?" Funny he would say that.

Yuta is a common friend of both your boyfriend and your brother so eventually, you just hang out with him often. He's the perfect embodiment of a resident fuckboy. Evident was the way he winked at one of the girls dancing on the dance floor. You shook your head as the bartender left the glass of the Long Island Iced Tea you ordered.

"Pretty hard drink. Is Jaehyun picking you up?"

"You don't need to concern yourself with me. Go, Yuta. Have fun with your girlies." You waved a hand to shoo him away but he just chuckled.

Instead, he ordered a whiskey from the bartender. "Do you have problems, princess?" That nickname. He would always tease you that since you're pretty spoiled with your brother and your boyfriend. But among all the boys in your life, Yuta is the only one who calls you that. Honestly, you wanted Jaehyun to call you the same.

"I'm bored." You confessed. He cocked an eyebrow at you and you continued, "Jaehyun is so romantic but that's all he is." You don't know why you're telling him this but Yuta is like an extension of your brother and you knew he wouldn't judge you, the same way as how you wouldn't talk about the girls he gave tongue in the girls' restroom during college years. "He's great in bed and all but…"

"Wait, hold up." He reacted quickly. "You and Jaehyun are fucking?" You nodded surprised that he wouldn't think of that. He knew that you sometimes spend nights at Jaehyun's place. Does he think you only play rock paper scissors in his place? "I thought you're pretty innocent."

You had to laugh at that. You're way different from that. "Do you think Jae would tell TY the things we do?" He chuckled then nodded. Taeyong, your brother, is actually the innocent one. "If we do much." You mumbled under your breath which he caught. "I wish Jaehyun isn't too vanilla."

Yuta lightly coughed. "You don't like him being vanilla?" You shook your head. "God, baby girl, I'm seeing you in a new light." A frustrated sigh escaped his lips and he obviously is checking you out.

You bit your lip. There must be a reason why girls can't get enough of this playboy. And damn, you wanted to hear that pet name repeatedly while he thrust into you. You shook your head. Yuta Nakamoto? You can't.

"Have you talked to Jaehyun about this?" You badly want to tell him something but you also don't want to hit his ego hard. You know how sensitive Jaehyun is. He might take this the wrong way. "Obviously, you haven't."

"Jaehyun is a great guy, Yuta. I just don't like that he treats me like a fragile object." You shared, alcohol taking its toll on you. "I want him to be rough on me. I want him to spank me." By now, you don't even know what you're saying but you're so frustrated that you decided to let everything go. "I just want someone to fuck me dumb…"

Yuta's lips were on you before you could finish your sentence. And when you moaned at his roughness, his tongue entered your mouth. He tasted like whiskey, and cigarettes, and a pungent taste that you cannot pinpoint. A taste different from Jaehyun. You pushed him before he could touch your waist, panting at how steamy that kiss was. "What the hell, Yuta?"

He smirked, wiping his lip with his thumb and you notice the color of your lipstick on his. "You said so yourself, you just want someone to fuck you dumb." His thumb came in contact with your bottom lip. "You're just curious so let me give you that experience."

You gulped at how intimidating he is. "But Jaehyun…"

"It's not cheating if he doesn't find out." His fingers moved to your cheek then tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Just one rough sex, baby girl. No strings attached."

This was a bad idea. A terrible idea. For starters, it was you who said yes. So why are you getting scared now? Truthfully, you have been curious about Yuta's sexual status. Even your friends would often share that he's such a sex God so it's a mystery for you on what kind of man Yuta is in bed.

But you're dating Jaehyun. It isn't right that you had sex with someone, moreover Jaehyun's friend, when you're in a rough patch like this.

Yuta's hands held your waist, facing you to him. There were only the two of you in the elevator heading to his penthouse. "What are you thinking, baby girl?" And you wanted to melt at that. His lips hover above yours, whispering "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me, Yuta."

You were pushed on the wall of the elevator. He pulled both your arms up, holding both with one hand as his lips roughly took yours. His other hand pushed your waist that you felt your back on the elevator wall. He raised one of his legs, touching your core that made you moan.

This is wrong.

First, this is cheating. You have a boyfriend, for crying out loud. If Jaehyun finds out about it, not only will your relationship end. His and Yuta's. Probably yours and Yuta's as well.

Second, someone can see the two of you. But it only turned you on much more. The thought that someone watching the two of you behind the security camera made you so wet that you started begging Yuta when he let go of the kiss.

He stared at you, cursing, and you were blinded at how hot that sounded that you held on his shoulder. "Two floors left, baby girl." He claimed glancing at the led showing the floor numbers. "Then I'll have my way on you."

You've known Yuta for so long but this is the first time that you're alone in his penthouse. Usually, you would come here with either Taeyong or Jaehyun so a weird yet familiar feeling bubbled in the pit of your stomach. "Sit down." He ordered in a commanding tone making you gulp. You quickly sat on his couch, following his every move.

He removed his watch, placing it above the coffee table as he knelt in front of you. "Y/N." And you suddenly realized that he never called you by your name, it's always 'princess' or 'baby girl'. Why does your name sound so hot rolling on his tongue like that? He held both your lap and the spot blazed in warmness. "Do you really want to do this?"

You nodded. "Words, baby. I want you to communicate with me."

"Yes, Yuta. I want to do this."

His tongue trailed his bottom lip as your gaze followed it, wanting that tongue somewhere in your body. Just somewhere moist would be nice. "You want it rough?" Once again, you had to nod but he reminded you of using your words. "Spanking?" You gulped. You badly wanted to but you've never tried it before. Will you get hurt? "Safe word." He asked while standing up in front of you, towering above you.

Your eyes widened at that. He's progressing fast. And a safe word? You might really get hurt. "Yuta, I don't think we need…"

"Trust me, princess, you do."

You watched as he unbuckled his belt, removing it from his pants in just one swift motion. Will he hit you with that? You should really think this through. "Vanilla!" You blurted out suddenly, closing your eyes.

His fingers were on your chin, urging you to look at him. "That's cute, sweetheart." A new nickname. "Now take off your clothes." He watched you with lust-filled eyes as you remove your sweater and the thin camisole underneath to reveal your midnight blue brassiere.

"God, Jaehyun is one lucky bastard." His tongue darted out once again as he wrapped his belt on his hand. "Take this off, baby."

Your hands were shaking as you removed the only cloth covering your breasts. In your defense, this was the first time that you're naked in front of another guy other than your boyfriend. Yuta's gaze isn't helping as well. Is he turned on? Does he like what he's seeing? His other hand, the left one without the belt wrapped on it, was held in front of you so you gave him the brassiere which he threw somewhere across the room.

"Why are you so nervous?" He sat beside you as you breathed heavily. Why are you so nervous? It's not like it is your first time having sex. You control Jaehyun whenever you're together so why are you such a submissive for Yuta? Is it the air of dominance that he exudes? Or because you really yearned to be submissive for once? "I won't hurt you." He assured as his lips went yours, sucking your tongue. He licked your bottom lip when he pulled out, "You remember the safe word, right?"

"Yes." You breathed. It was you who wanted this. It was you who initiated this. You wanted to feel this. You want this. "Take me, Yuta."

His lust hooded eyes were back as his right hand touched your breast. The coldness of the leather belt, a contrast to the blazing sensation of your skin. His thumb played with your erect nipple, twirling and pulling. You had to close your eyes, whimpers escaping your mouth at the sensation. "You're so pretty." He mumbled as he nuzzled his head between your breasts, licking the exposed skin. "I want to mark you but you're not mine."

Yuta's tongue licked your nipple while staring straight at you that made you arch your back, pushing your breasts closer to him. His mouth devoured your breast, tongue playing with the perky nipples inside his mouth. He's so good with his mouth. Really good.

He went to the other breast, his right hand rubbing your thigh while the other was placed on your waist. All you could do is moan. Yep, the rumors are true. Yuta is such a God.

By now, you're so wet that you raised your hips for some friction but he pushed you back. You crossed your legs as you felt the bubbling in your stomach. "Yuta, please." You begged as you felt him smirk. "I'm…" But he let go of your breast with a pop, staring at you.

Annoyed, you sat on his lap and started grinding your wet core against his pants. You wanted that release that he just denied to you. You wanted to cum already. But obviously, he had other things in mind. "Naughty, baby. Are you that desperate?" You nodded. "Lie down, stomach flat."

You didn't even know where this was going but you followed him, you lay down on his lap. His erect member can be felt against your stomach and you focus on his hands. His left hand touched your hair, down to your naked back then stopped at the waistband of your jeans. His right hand followed the same route and you moaned at the rough feeling of leather. You felt his hand on the cheeks of your butt and realized where this is going.

You closed your eyes as you felt his hand slap one of the cheeks, moaning at how the pain changed into pleasure quickly.

Another slap. But this time you had to yelp at the pain. The layers of the belt sent a sting on your ass that you cursed, "That hurts."

"You don't like it?" You wanted it but the consequence is that you cannot sit properly tomorrow. You shook your head. "Such a baby." He grazed the leather clad hand on your back once again, tapping your shoulders. "Both hands up."

It was difficult but you obeyed him. The leather was wrapped on both your wrists tightly, secured by the last loophole. He kissed your bound wrist, letting your arms stretch out above you. "I'll hit you five times. You shouldn't miss a count, understood?" You nodded and he slapped you immediately. "I said words, baby girl."

"Yes, Yuta." You breathed out. He gave you a warning then slapped you once again, stronger than the first two he did. You screamed the first number as you heard a hum escaped his lips. He gently caressed your butt cheeks before slapping it the second time, then the third and fourth. This was it, the roughness that you have been yearning for. You were so turned on.

He was done with the fifth one but he slapped you again, surprising you. "Yuta, you're done." You revolted but he smirked. "You missed counting." Another slap and you started with one, once again. You enunciated every number until five clearly so that he'll never miss it. A sigh escaped your lips when he was done and rubbing your butt cheeks. "Good girl."

The wetness on your core is all that matters now. You wanted to be fucked, rough. "Yuta, please fuck me." In the same position, he carried you to his room dropping you to his bed that you even bounced on the mattress. You were now facing him as he removed his shirt.

Why haven't you realized that Yuta has a navel piercing? That makes it so hot. You wanted to trail your tongue and see how sensitive it is. “You like what you see, princess?” You nodded, biting your lip as you anticipated what he would do next.

He kneeled on the bed, legs spread caging you in. You can easily see the outline of his bulge on his pants. You arched your back as you desperately tried to have contact with him, wanting to touch him but the belt on your wrists isn’t letting you. He chuckled at your attempt, smirking as he slowly unbuttoned your jeans. You raised your hip up to let him pull the material down, throwing it once again across the room.

Your breathing hitched against your throat as his hands trailed your leg north to where the edge of your matching underwear is. “You are so wet.” His fingers traced the wetness on the materials, pushing when he felt your throbbing clit. His thumb pressed on the same spot as you squirmed at the immense pleasure. Two fingers playing with the clothed lips of your core. “You are so wet. Look at how your pussy is taking me.” You don’t need to look. You knew. You could feel how his fingers were sinking into you even if you still have your underwear on.

“Yuta, please.” You begged. You wanted something, anything to take you to your orgasm. To give you the pleasure you badly wanted since you entered his penthouse. But a fucker as he is, he removed his fingers on you. A groan escaped your mouth as he chuckled at your desperate state. The Japanese guy stood up and you followed him with a wanting gaze. He took something from the bedside table that made your eyes widened. This is it. It’s really happening.

Yuta unbuttoned his pants, removing them from him. “I want to feel you cum.” You gulped at his size when he removed his boxers. He opened one condom with his teeth, putting it on his length. If possible, it got bigger. “You still remember the safe word, right?” You nodded then answered him a soft yes. He removed your underwear, parting your legs together as he leaned closer. He sank into you as a scream escaped your throat. He’s huge and you felt your walls clenching tight into him. “God, you’re so tight. Doesn’t Jaehyun fuck you good?”

The mention of the name brought you to your edge. The orgasm that you badly want and he just entered you. You wanted to touch him, to claw at something while he thrusts into you forcefully that your body is bouncing against the mattress. “God, I can’t believe Jaehyun isn’t fucking you good,” he mumbled, drilling his cock inside you. “If you’re mine, I’ll make sure that you cannot move from this bed.” His thrusts were forceful, taking no mercy on you. And you liked it, a total difference from Jaehyun who likes to take everything slowly.

He kept hitting that pleasure spot that made you cum the second time but he didn’t stop although you’re still sensitive. He kept on abusing your pussy, complaining about your tightness and how your vagina clenched on him. All you could do is scream his name and squirm at the roughness he’s showing. Indeed, a true Sex God.

He came in the condom and you breathed heavily. You cannot do this again, Yuta is such a monster. No wonder girls find him intimidating and really good in bed. To your surprise, he opened another pack of condom while jerking his cock with his hand. “What…?” He turned you around after putting the condom on his erect cock, raising your hip up and pushing your head on the pillow. “Yuta!” A slap on your ass made you surprised before he entered you from behind. Your moans were muffled by the pillow as he kept thrusting while slapping your butt cheeks.

Fuck, Yuta is so rough. But it turns you on so much that even if you don’t want to do this anymore, your body is still reacting differently. His hand held on your hair in a ponytail, pulling it that you had to raise your head. You breathe in a lungful of air, only realizing that you had trouble breathing earlier. Yuta will be your death, you’re sure of that. And he doesn’t look like he’ll stop anytime soon. “Yuta…” You called, tears springing from your eyes. You wanted sex to be rough but not this rough. You’re hurting. “Vanilla.” You shouted.

In a snap, he was out of you and you kind of regretted shouting that word. He reached out for the belt on your wrists, undoing it to free your arms. “Clean yourself.” he gestured to the door. “I’ll get you something to wear.”

Your legs were shaking, giving out on you but Yuta already left the room so you had to drag yourself to the bathroom. A lot of things were running in your mind when the warm water of the shower hit you. You had sex with Yuta. You cheated on Jaehyun. You felt disgusted with yourself for letting your wild self do this. This is your fault. You should have thought of the consequences before agreeing to Yuta. Now, your friendship is in danger. And if Jaehyun finds out, all hell will break loose.

“I’ll call Jaehyun first thing in the morning. Take a rest.” Yuta claimed after leaving his clothes outside the shower room. She should at least tell Jaehyun that this happened. "And please, let this be our dirty secret Y/N." You lightly glanced at the door, seeing his silhouette. "I don't want you or Jaehyun hurt because of what I did. You two deserved better." He leaned his head on the door. "So please, let's keep this to ourselves." --

You were already clothed with your own clothes when the doorbell rang. Thinking that Yuta might answer it, you didn’t bother about it. But minutes dragged and there's no one answering it that you went outside the room and opened the door. Jaehyun was looking at you in worry, holding your cheek asking what’s wrong. “I kept on calling you. Luckily, Yuta hyung called me and said you were here.”

“Jaehyun…” A male grunt can be heard from the kitchen before she could speak, followed by a girl calling Yuta’s name. Your eyes widened in surprise as you saw him bending a girl on the kitchen counter. When he noticed the two of you, he just covered his naked waist with a kitchen towel, smacking the girl’s ass, and asked her to wait for him.

Jaehyun gave another look at the girl who was eating the sausages. “So that’s your girlfriend.” Your boyfriend asked which made the Japanese nod while smirking. “Thank you for taking care of Y/N. I’ll take her home now.”

Yuta smiled, nodding at him. Jaehyun held your hand, pulling you out but Yuta had to stop the two of you. “The thread of your sweater.” he said as he held both of your shoulders, standing dangerously close to you that you can feel his hard-on. You glanced at Jaehyun who was checking his phone, “Call me.” Yuta whispered then handed something that surprised you.

Two strings. Tied together in a knot.  

Fuck, he wanted more.

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PART 2. 

[t-lostinworlds]

My Best Girl (Tom Holland)

a/n: this was supposed to be short and sweet yet here we are asdfghjkl i mean it’s still short but 2k isn’t necessarily a blurb ahah. this was written fairly quick but i hope you guys still enjoy it!

pairing: tom holland x female!reader trope/genre: slight angst & fluff summary: You hear people gossip in the bathroom about how Tom looks so good and how you basically don’t reach his level. warnings: not proofread, tom being a wholesome boyfriend, slightly steamy ending word count: 2.3k+ requested:

prompts: ~ “Talk to me.” ~ “You deserve so much better.”

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Galas or fancy parties have never been your thing, especially when they're littered with too many celebrities. Some of them are nice of course, sweet and kind, but some are a bit much, stuck in their own little bubble of fame. It was just the constant thing of one upping each other, who has the most expensive dress, which island did they visit just recently, whose yacht were they invited to, and so on.

It was not your crowd, at all. Yet here you were in a floor-length, black sleeveless dress, a V-neckline to match the low back and a high slit to show off your leg and your silver heels. The fabric was hugging you in all the right places while a strong arm was wrapped around your waist, warm fingers sometimes grazing the skin on the small of your back as you smile at this well-known producer who your boyfriend just introduced you to.

Your boyfriend who happens to be world renowned actor, Tom Holland.

"I need to use the bathroom," you whispered into Tom's ear, the lad cutting his conversation off briefly to meet your gaze, a charming smile on his lips and a loving glow in his eyes.

"Okay. I'll be right here," he hummed, giving your cheek a sweet kiss and your waist a gentle squeeze before he lets you go.

After asking around the staff for a minute you've finally reached the bathroom. You pushed the door open to find it completely empty which was a relief. You just didn't want to deal with any more gossiping or encounter any more "high class" people. You went inside one of the stalls and locked the door shut. Although, you didn't get a chance to even do your business when you heard three pairs of heels click against the tiled floor. You wouldn't have entertained it until they started to exchange words about a certain man.

"Have you seen how good Tom Holland looked?" one of them said, a sense of pride coursing through you because your man does look so good tonight, that until the same girl spoke again. "Do you think I could snatch him up for tonight?"

"Well he's got his girlfriend attached to his hip so your chances are close to none," a second voice spoke.

"That was his girlfriend?" the first one gasped exaggeratedly.

"No way, I thought it was his PA," a third girl said with a laugh.

"What a shame, he deserves someone who can actually match him," the first girl sighed.

"Someone who at least could afford a proper designer dress," the third one said.

All three of them laughed at that.

"I bet I could still get his number despite the girlfriend. I could just get him alone," the first one hummed, giggling to herself as if it was the best things she's said in her life.

Finally having enough, you fixed up your dress, took a deep breath to calm yourself before opening the stall door and walking out with your chin up. All three sets of eyes followed you as they immediately quieted down. Only brave behind the back, always cowards face to face.

You shot them each a wide smile through the mirror as you turned the faucet on to wash your hands. The three of them tried to return it but their lips only twitched as they stared at you in shock.

"With all the classy make-up and elegant dresses you'd think it would at least taint your personalities no? Be ladies with a bit of class and elegance but huh," you paused, rinsing off the soap and then turning the water off before grabbing some paper towels to dry of your hands. "What a shame," you tutted with a shake of your head, shooting them a sympathetic smile through the mirror. None of them spoke a single word as you threw away the paper towel and started towards the door with your head held high.

Before you grabbed the door handle, you turned back to them with a tight lip smile. "Oh, and this dress is worth more than all of you combined with how cheap your personalities are." You pulled the door open, though stopped midway through the doorway to look at them over your shoulder. "Words of advice, try and go for the single men, ladies, and maybe you'll get lucky. Although not guaranteed if you're a bit...desperate. Have a great night. I know I will, especially later with my man," you said with a smirk, throwing them a wink at the end of your sentence to properly get the point across.

But the moment you stepped out of the bathroom you felt your knees weaken, breathing turning heavy, tears burning in your orbs as you tried your best to keep them at bay until you were out from prying eyes. The words they've said have always been sitting in the back of your head, how Tom could leave you so quickly for someone who was up to his level. Someone more gorgeous, someone with a high status, someone who could actually match him in terms of looks and just overall fame. And hearing those words be said out loud, to hear them from actual strangers, it only makes them more real, the insecurities that's always been nagging in your brain. It only makes them more painful.

You rushed back out into the ballroom, holding your composure as best as you could. Tom was still in his place as promised, talking to the same person he did just minutes ago before you went and excused yourself.

"Tom," you croaked out when you got to him, not meaning your voice to sound weak the way it did. But it was already too late for you to try again when your boyfriend's eyes immediately snapped to look at you. Tom knows you like the back of his hand, one change in the tone of your voice and he immediately will notice that something was up.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked as he turned to face you fully, his hand coming up to cup your cheek so you had no choice but to look at him in the eyes. Tom's worry only grew some more when he saw your orbs glossed up with tears, features coated by nothing but utter panic.

"I'm going to go ahead and get back to the hotel room," you whispered. "You can stay—"

"No, if you want to go, then we're going now," he said firmly.

"But—"

Tom didn't give you any time to finish your sentence when he turned back to the producer he was talking to. "I'm so sorry but we need to get going. It was nice meeting you sir. I'll have my agent send you the details. Thank you so much," Tom said, offering his hand out to which the man shook with a smile, not at all minding that their conversation got cut short.

And with that, Tom took your hand in his and swiftly but gently guided you out of the ballroom.

"You didn't have to leave with me," you muttered as you both made your way back to the elevators, thankful that your hotel room was in the same building.

"No, but I wanted to. The night was getting long anyway," Tom reassured with a squeeze of your hand.

You stayed silent on the way up and even after you're inside the room. Tom's frown could only deepen when you sat at the edge of the bed with a shaky breath.

"Sweetheart, what happened?" he asked as he locked the door. You ignored him completely, hands gripping tightly at the fabric of your dress, keeping your head down as you tried to keep your breathing steady and your raging thoughts at bay, but much to no use.

"Talk to me," Tom said softly, frown deep on his lips as he slowly moved over to your shaking form. He crouched down in front of you, hands landing on your knees as he searched for your eyes but all you did was hide your face behind your palms. "Darling," he tried again, but still, you didn't even bother looking up.

Tom took it upon himself to pry your hands gently away from your face and letting his fingers intertwine with yours. His heart broke when you looked at him with nothing but utmost sadness and hurt, tears running freely down your cheeks as you whispered,

"You deserve so much better."

"Okay, who the fuck told you that," Tom growled, but you only frowned deeply at his reaction because you knew, with one look in his eyes that his anger wasn't directed at you. It was at whoever planted that thought inside your head.

"No one—"

"Y/N," Tom warned.

"Nobody told me it directly. I just heard some girls in the bathroom saying how much you're way out of my league and how I looked like some assistant when I'm beside you and they are right Tom. I can't wear any designer clothes or any expensive dresses to look at least presentable when I'm with you. I can't match how handsome you are because I look nothing like those models or those actresses—"

"Darling, have you even seen yourself tonight?" Tom cut you off, shaking his head in disbelief as he furrowed his brows. "Have you seen how many guys I've been trying to wave off of you? Have you ever wondered why I've never let you go even in the slightest? Why I kept an arm around you or a hand on your back at all times?"

You shook your head no with a frown, not really getting where he was going with this.

"Babe, you stole the whole room! They were so drawn to you all the damn time like fucking moths to a flame and I was getting so fucking annoyed at them for always staring at you like that," Tom said through gritted teeth, closing his eyes for a moment to take a deep breath and calm himself before his gaze landed back on you. He flashed you a bright, genuine smile as he gave your hand a squeeze. "But I also felt so proud because fuck yeah, look at how fucking gorgeous my girlfriend is. Look at how lucky I am to have her with me and guess what? Get wrecked 'cause all you lot can do is stare at her while I get to hold her in my arms and call her mine."

You didn't have a chance to response when Tom suddenly stood up to his full height, pulling you with him and away from the bed as he walked backwards. You followed him with brows furrowed in confusion, but he only flashed you a charming grin.

"To be honest you're the one who's way out of my league, I mean look at you," Tom paused just as he stopped moving, stepping to the side until you were face to face with yourself in the floor length mirror. "Look how fucking beautiful you are! Those girls are just jealous because my god love, you make my fucking heart explode!" he exclaimed, gesturing towards your reflection in the mirror. You tilted your head at him with a pout, fresh sets of tears coating your eyes but for a different reason this time. Tom sighed as he moved back to stand in front of you, one hand landing on your hips as the other went on your cheek.

"I don't deserve someone better you know why?" he hummed, brown eyes boring into your own. "Because you are already the best girl I could ever have in my life." Tom pressed his forehead against yours, giving your hip a loving squeeze before he lifted his hand up so he could cup your face lovingly with both hands. "You are my best, most gorgeous and amazing girl with a heart of gold to match. I couldn't possibly find someone better than you my love and fuck whoever thinks otherwise," he finished, nothing but utmost sincerity coating his voice and swimming in his eyes, words doing nothing but make you heart grow ten times its size.

Your bottom lip trembled as you stared at him all teary eyed, leaning even closer until you were able to capture his lips in yours, to let him feel through the kiss just how grateful you are of him. Tom hummed at the feeling, his hands sliding down your bare arms until he rested them on the small of your back, welcoming your kisses as he pulled you even closer to him.

"I love you," you whispered against his lips, fingers getting lost in his styled hair, tugging at them playfully making him let out a soft groan.

"And I love you so much, darling," he muttered, giving your bottom lip a soft nibble before he suddenly pulled away. One you met his eyes again, that's when you saw how they were already a shade darker than before.

Tom shot you a wide smirk before he pulled away completely, walking around you until he stood right behind, one hand taking home on your waist as the other went to hold your chin gently, turning your head to look back in front so you were once again face to face with yourself, right in the mirror.

He met your eyes through the floor-length mirror, his grin wide and mischievous as he ran his fingers down your spine, goosebumps erupting on your skin. You suck in a breath as he took hold of the zip on your dress right as he sucked on that sweet spot on your neck he's already memorized. He pulled the zip down gently, the fabric going lose around your body as you kept eye contact with him through the mirror. Tom hooked his fingers on the straps of your dress, slowly pulling them off your shoulders and down your arms until it pooled at your feet, exposing you to the cold air of the room. With his voice deep and husky, Tom growled lowly against your ear,

"Now, enough talk and let me show you just how beautiful you are."

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Good Girl  BolinxFemReader

Had two admins ask for sub/dom bolin and soft core Bo (it gets more than soft core and I DID put a warning before it got too far if you’re uncomfy with it <3  

Requests:OPEN

Dm’s: OPEN, I always like new friends :)

Warnings:Smut, angst?, language (always)

Being apart of Team Avatar was great.  As a waterbender yourself you and Korra got along really well actually.  You all met as a probender funnily enough.  Your team had smacked the hell out of them and they saw you in the halls of the arena after.  Bolin was the first to say something to you. 

“Um, hi- I uh, you’re really good and you’re really. . . pretty,” he drifted off when you turned around.  

“Oh thank you,” you giggled and smiled at him.  He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“So uh if you’re not doing anything would you like to grab a drink or food?” he looked at the girl pleadingly.  She smiled in return and tossed her bag in her car.

“Well come on,” She said and hopped in. 

So here they all were crowded at the beach on Ember Island.  Korra and Asami were stood at the net playing ball.  Bolin had gone to get drinks for the group, which left Mako and (y/n) to sit on the beach. The girl had a cover robe draped loosely around her shoulders as she sat upright.  Mako laid next to her on a towel. 

“So what’s up with you and Bolin?” He asked suddenly.

“What do you mean?” She asked staring at the water. 

“I mean you constantly flirt with him, why not just make a move?” he peeked at the girl. 

“Well, I mean I flirt and try to get an answer from him but he never gives me any sign back,” she shrugged. 

“Why not just ask him?”

“Because, I don’t wan’t to ruin our friendship, I mean Bo is my closest friend,” she peeked over her shades at him. 

“I mean that’s fair but still, he’ll never know if you don’t tell him,” he said pointedly. 

“Yeah yeah,” she swatted her hand, knocking the umbrella over in the process. 

“Oh god are you okay?” Mako asked reaching around the girl to put the umbrella back up. 

“Mako I’m fine,” She laughed. 

Bolin stole glances at the two.  Mako’s arms reaching around her, her bathing suit seemed to cut lower with every glance.  It was in the way that her sun hat tilted over their heads.  It was the sound of her laugh, loud and light.  It was Mako smirking at her.  He was jealous, and it wasn’t just a small ping anymore, it was a full pit.  His stomach twisted when they got up and rushed into the water.  They were thigh deep when he got back to their spot. 

“Bo!” She called waving him out to her. “Bo, come in,” She grinned at him.  He sighed and slowly started to walk to her.  “Come on Bolin, I know you’re faster than that,” she smiled and waded over to him.  She carefully grabbed his hand and led him up to waist level.  She moved closer, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.  He let the tension go and hugged back.  Suddenly her arms got tight and she flung him around, sending them both underwater. 

“Are you fucking serious?!” He yelled when he surfaced.

“I’m sorry?” she bit her lip, fighting a smile.

“I’m gonna fuck your world up,” he grinned and dove after her.  The girl yelped and swam out further. Bolin chased her out into the water.  The two swam until the sun was set.  They sat next to the fire Mako had left hours ago laid out on the beach blanket.  

“Oh bolin look at the stars,” (y/n) smiled as she laid on her back.  But Bolin wasn’t watching the stars.  He was watching the way her lips curled upward softly, and the way her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, the way her cheeks were tinted red, the way her hair fell around her hair, how nice it would look in his hand.  How perfect her throat would fit in his grasp. 

“Boooliiin,” she dragged his name out. 

“Oh- uh yeah?” He snapped back.

“Are you okay? you’ve seemed off all day,” she frowned at him. 

“Oh um well- I uh,” he swallowed the lump in his throat.  He turned his eyes away from her.  (Y/n) sat up quickly.

“Bo you know you can tell me anything, I won’t be mad. Did I do something? I mean you haven’t been you for a few days and I’m sorry if I said something that hurt you I never want to-”

“I like you!” He cut her off

“hurt you, Wait WHAT!” She looked at him in confusion, her face contorted.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” Her lips were on his suddenly.  His eyes went wide before shutting.  Her hand found it’s way into his hair.  He held her face, keeping them together.  Their lips danced as the girl slowly slid onto his lap, moaning quietly at how his hard on felt rubbing against her. She held his shoulders as she slowly drug her hips against his. They pulled away breathless. She stared at his green eyes with a smile. She let her face fall.

“Bolin, I like you, like a lot and I want this I do I just- I need to know that you want this too.  I mean sex and us wise,” she stumbled over her words.

“You’re cute when you’re not confident,” he smirked, “And trust me I want this,”

“Then why have you been acting weird?”

“It’s that I thought you liked Mako and I didn’t want to push you”

“You thought Mako. . . and I?” (Y/n) gagged and cleared her throat. “boling I love your brother, but NOT like that. I mean he’s a cheater, and he’s not you.  You’re sweet. . .” she drug her hips “funny,” another drag “and sooo fucking handsome” her voice dropped to a whisper.  Bolin swallowed hard and let his hands set on her waist. “I love you Bolin, more than I’ve ever loved anyone,” she placed a small kiss to his cheek.

“I love you too, and the thought of someone else touching your body it just, it hurt,” he breathed out and guided her hips to grind against him. “You’re mine!” He growled and pushed her down on him.  Her breath hitched at the action. 

“Bolin,”

“Yes?” 

“Can we have sex?” 

“Fuck yes, please”   (Warning is starting now proceed with caution) 

She dove her lips onto his, moving quickly.  He slid his tongue into her mouth, swirling it around.  (Y/n) moaned at the feeling, letting her shoulders drop.  Bolin wrapped an arm around her waist and flipped them over.  He circled his hips over her heat.  She let her head fall back.  Bolin lifted her slightly and tugged the stings of her top.  The fabric fell loose and was quickly tossed to the side.  He ran his thumb over her nipple, the feeling making her arch.  He looked into her (E/c) eyes and slid his tongue over her bud.  A moan escaped her lips while he sucked on her breasts.  The feeling was so much more than euphoric.  His fingers slid down her stomach slowly, his lips following.  He carefully licked from her navel, up her neck and to her ear. 

“Be a good girl for me and keep quiet” The phrase alone was enough to make her moan. 

Bolin slide her bottoms down.  He groaned at sight of her, so bare and exposed infront of him.  The fire made her glow almost spirit like.  He slowly circled his thumb over her clit making her jump and moan loudly.  He stopped he leaned close.

“I thought I said to be quiet,” he threatened playfully

“I-I’m s-sor-ry” she moaned as his fingers slid into her, pumping gently.  Her head fell back and another moan escaped.  He pulled away, making the girl whine.  He tugged the tie of her robe out and held it in his hands.

“Safeword?” he looked at her, his expression soft.

“huh?”

“We need a safeword” he smiled and kissed her forehead

“oh uh, Lily?”

“If that’s what you want then yeah,” he smiled and set the tie in her mouth, tying it loosely around her head. 

“Take it out and say the word if you need to okay?” She nodded. Bolin slid his trunks off and ground himself onto her.  She was dripping, enough to easily slide in.  She moaned and let her eyes roll back.  

“Oh fuck” Bolin moaned. He sat for a minute, letting her adjust, the second she nodded he slowly drew back and thrust in.  He was angled perfectly.  Her moans were muffled as he slowly thrust.

“Do you like that baby?” he smirked at her.

“mhm” she nodded.  Bolin drew back slowly and slammed back in, carefully. (Y/n)’s head flew back further. Moans threatened to scream out of her throat.  Bolin leaned down on his elbow, fastening his pace slightly.  Her moans were getting more more together, that pit building up.  He pulled out and teased her, thrusting over her clit.  The girl stared at him with pleading eyes.  He chuckled and ground harder, her mewls and whines were music to his ears.

“What baby? do you want this?” he pressed against her entrance.  She nodded vigorously, begging through the tie for him to fuck her.  He slid back in, thrusting just as slow as before.  (Y/n) let out a loud whine and looked at him with pleading eyes again. 

“Are you a good girl?” he smirked at her.  Her eyes rolled back and walls clenched at the sentence.  “Mhm” she mumbled.  He thrust into her faster, lifting her hips to hit that spot.  Her moans were loud, even through the tie, and right in his ear, and fuck would he give anything to listen to her beg and plead all day.  She clawed at his back, dragging her nails deep and slow.

“Fuck baby, you’re my good girl,” he moaned and sucked on her ear lobe.  Her wals clenched and her legs shook as her orgasm hit.  Bolin thrust a few more times, sloppy and fast before stilling and slowly letting them back down.  He sat resting inside her.  He carefully untied the tie.

“Do you feel okay?” he asked and brushed her hair out of her face.

“I feel. . . great. . . amazing,” she smiled, still breathless.

“and you?”

“I feel so much better” he chuckled.  (y/n) smiled and brushed his sweaty hair to the side. Bolin slowly slid out of her and quickly set his towel against her.  She smiled and cleaned herself.  

“Sorry I got jealous,” Bolin shrugged away.

“If you being jealous leads to that, please be jealous more,” she teased. 

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can i request a super smutty one shot of chris evans and hes obsessed with doing anal and it's the filthiest hottest thing ever ??? i love ur work btw :))

Hi lovely anon, thank you so much for the request and i really apologise for the delay. I’ve been working on a couple other things and obviously Christmas time has been hectic too. However, it’s here now and i hope you love it. Also thank you reading my work, your support means a whole lot and i really appreciate you🥰

A/N: Not written smut in a while so please give feedback as i’m anxious and worried that this is shit. Also, part 5 for Only Love Can Hurt Like This will be out soon. So strap yourselves in for that. 

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, FILTH, anal fingering, anal intercourse, oral (f, receiving), vaginal fingering and daddy kink. 18+

Word Count: 3,054

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @myimaginesworld go check them out❤️

New Obsession

If you were to tell the truth about how you felt a week ago, then it would be that anal made you nervous. Well, not anymore.

You’ve been with Chris for around a year now, which to many wouldn’t seem like a long time but to the two of you, it feels like a lifetime.

He had a way of automatically putting you at ease with everything. Especially in the bedroom or whenever it came to opening up emotionally and even now, that’s still the case.

He treats you like a queen. 

Last week whilst the pair of you were lounging around his Massachusetts home with Dodger nestled in between your legs as you lay in between Chris’s legs. He randomly asked you some rather explicit questions.

Ones mostly about your ass and what you’d let him do to it. It started off with him asking about eating your ass, playing with it and then eventually he asked if you’d ever have anal sex with him,

The mere thought had your puckered hole clenching and your tight cunt slowly starting to drip with your honey like arousal. Yeah sure, you were terrified but you’d always been curious and wanted to explore new territory with him. 

You love him and you trust him with your life so you agreed to try.

And after a nice romantic meal, a lot of wine on your part, beer on his. You ended up kissing on the couch. It started off very slow until he stood up with you in his arms, carrying you to the master bedroom. The journey there was spent with his large hand splaying across your soft globes, squeezing them aggressively like he just couldn’t wait to have his filthy way with you.

That night was certainly crazy to say the least. You were a little sore after which only led to Chris kissing you on your delicate hole a couple times and running you a bubble bath.

He’s the king of after care with you. Always checking in with you before, during and after to see if you enjoyed it. The last thing he’d ever want is for you to be in pain or danger.

Since that night though, you’ve been doing it whenever you can. It’s like an addiction. The feel of his huge cock pushing into your forbidden and tight hole is something you can never even begin to explain. It just feels incredible. Plus your little cunt gets extremely excited at all of the attention. Chris tends to rub at your bundle of nerves or even dip his fingers into your honey pot, 3 at once. He says he never wants your pussy to be left untouched.

But like you’ve said. It’s like an addiction to you both. In fact, he’s crazy for it. 

The grunts that leave his mouth always have you keening for him to go deeper and deeper inside of you. Every inch of him.

Tonight is no exception.

You had a lovely day at his parent’s house. Lisa cooked a gorgeous lunch and all of Chris’ siblings visited with their kids and partners. 

You and Scott spent the entire day laughing and joking about the many times you scared Chris. It’s like a running joke in this family plus Chris hates being scared. He calls himself the master of scaring people so when the tables are turned he gets this huge need to get them back.

Whenever Chris is horny or desperate for you, he has his ways of letting you know without actually saying the words. 

For example.

You were helping Lisa with some of the last minute prep for lunch by taking stuff out of the oven and placing it onto dishes to then put on the table.

Chris was sat at the kitchen island, sipping on a beer. Well, he was practically gulping it down. You were in the kitchen also.

Lisa asked if you could take the quiche out of the oven and leave it on the cooling rack. Chris’s eyes followed your ass as you bent over. Something you had anticipated to happen since he’s an ass man and your ass in particular drives him insane.

You turned around to place it on the cooling rack and that’s when you saw his flushed cheeks. His eyes full of hunger and lust. Animalistic even.

Before you left to go to his parent’s house, he was begging for you to ride him quickly.

“It’ll only be a quick one, just wanna feel that ass around my cock again”

His whining was more than tempting and now, since you rejected his offer, he was so close to taking you upstairs into his old childhood room to ram into you.

But instead. Lunch was served and he didn’t have the time. 

Hours had passed until eventually it was time to go. Lisa gave you some of the leftover quiche since Chris enjoyed it so much and the two of you got into the car with you in the driving seat this time. 

“You’re such a fuckin tease baby” he slurred

“And why’s that?” you asked, feigning innocence as you started driving. With his house not being far from his parent’s house, the journey was only around 10 minutes, not even that.

He never responded to you, just smirked as he sat back in his seat.

The moment you got home however, he was all over you like a rash. You shut the front door and locked it just before he pushed you into it. 

Your cheek squished against the cold door.

“Chris” you squealed, he didn’t respond though.

You felt his body lower until you were pretty sure he was on his knees, lifting your sundress up and hooking his thick digits into your soaked panties. He yanked them down and tapped your legs for you to step out of them. 

“There they are. God i’ve missed this pretty little asshole and oh my, look at this soaked cunt. All for me, huh baby?” you knew that he was well aware of the kind of effect he had on you and your body but he still liked confirmation from your mouth.

“Yes, daddy. It’s all for you. Please” 

Whenever you’re around Chris and about to have sex, you find yourself turning into this pathetic woman who is literally his whore. You crave his touch. You crave the feel of his cock ploughing into you so hard that you forget your own name and he loves how hungry you get.

He stood up then, his eyes dancing over your body, the only thing wrong with the view was that you had clothes on. He soon changed that, stripping you completely before getting back down onto his knees.

Which is how you got here. 

Your one leg is over his shoulder and your fingers are tangled up in his hair that was once styled. 

“Fuck. Daddy. Yes. Just. Like. That” your breathing is heavy and your heart is beating rapidly. His fingers working wonders inside of you whilst his mouth is sucking on your clit.

You’re on the cusp of yet another mind blowing orgasm from just his fingers and mouth alone. He’s already had you messing all over his fingers once but clearly once wasn’t enough if he’s trying to draw another from you.

He’s always been greedy like that.

“Come on baby, i know you got another one in you, give it to me” his fingers start to curl ever so slightly, pressing at that spot inside a couple more times before you’re falling.

Your cum sliding down his digits beautifully. Just the way he likes.

Before you even have the chance to speak, he’s spinning you back around and spreading your ass cheeks to reveal his new obsession.

Seconds later his tongue is pressed against it, circling too. 

You shiver at the sensation, your back arches and your hands rest either side of the door frame. In hopes that it’ll steady you.

“There she is, my little whore”

You bite down on your bottom lip as your eyes roll to the back of your head. There’s no point in trying to hold back the moans anymore and with one final lick to your eager hole you let out a loud pornographic style moan. 

With Chris, it’s always hard to hold back and he knows that. There’s been so many times when he’s tested you, fucking you in public areas. But the worst one was when you were in his L.A home.

Lisa came to visit at the very beginning of your relationship. You went for some nice lunch and then dinner which was courtesy of your excellent cooking. 

Chris put her up for the weekend and boy did he choose that night to initiate some pretty filthy sex. 

You were lying on your stomach and trying to sleep when you felt his hands wondering. Then all of a sudden he’s spitting on his cock for lube, stroking it a couple times before sliding into your pussy with ease. All thanks to your permanent need for him.

The way he fucked you that night was most certainly sinful to say the least. His room being next door to the guest room where his mother was sleeping. You’re surprised she didn’t say something the next day. Chris had to keep pushing your head into the pillow to muffle your pleasure filled screams.

“So eager for my cock i see but not so fast baby. Gotta get you ready first” the raspiness of his voice makes everything ten times hotter and you can quite literally feel him inside of you without it being a reality.

He stands up and his finger starts to circle before he slowly pushes it in, taking his time to prepare you for another one of his thick digits. 

They glide across the walls inside.

One more is added and another until your ass is stretched out nicely.

He continues to work you over, scissoring his fingers too. Despite doing it a lot already, preparation is key with anal.

“Think you’re ready?”

“Please, i need it” you mewl

He lowers his head so that his mouth is just by your ear and his breath fans your skin “yeah, need it huh? Need daddy’s cock deep inside this tight ass of yours?” 

You nod your head aggressively, you couldn’t look more keen if you tried. 

“How bad you need it baby, tell me. Tell daddy like a good girl” he whispers, his cologne filling your nose and intoxicating you more than ever as his hand reaches in front to rub at your sensitive clit. 

“Please, daddy. I need your cock in my ass. I need it so much” 

Before you got with Chris, dirty talk wasn’t necessarily something you even thought about during sex but he introduced you to that world. And what a world it is. It seemed as though, the more you did it, the dirtier you got. 

Nicknames were thrown around, more kinks were even explored and you became the pinnacle of a mans dream. Woman in the streets, freak in the sheets.

Such a princess to the public. But for Chris. You’re a whore. Only for him though.

“Beg for it baby” he insists, his fingers press down harder as he rubbing pace quickens.

You can feel the tip of his huge size poking at your hole. Just a push and it’ll be forcing it’s way inside of you, stretching you out even more than his fingers did and filling you up in the best way.

“Daddy, give it to me. Stuff my ass full of your cock please. I need it”

“Such a good girl, my good girl. S’fucking tight baby” the pair of you hiss as he begins to push into you, tearing that sweet ass open.

He’s always loved how tight your ass is and if he had it his way, his cock would remain seated inside of you all day every day. Where it belongs. With your peachy ass cheeks adding to the incredible view.

Every time he fucks you from behind, he spoils you with spanking after spanking, not letting up until your ass is sore and it stings to touch. Luckily, you love it, always begging for more.

And tonight is no different.

His hands rest on both globes, rubbing and kneading before eventually lifting off and smacking back down, earning a gasp from your mouth.

With every inch, he gets closer and closer to bottoming out until before you know it, he’s seated deep inside of your ass.

His fingers find your pussy immediately, sliding inside with no time to waste and then it starts. His thrusting. Slow at first of course.

Gradually getting faster and faster.

“Feel me deep in that fuckin ass huh? My little cock whore. Love getting fucked in this ass baby?” the pure filth leaving his mouth has your clit throbbing under his thumb.

“Answer daddy when he speaks to you” he mutters, spanking your ass and gripping your face with one hand and forcing you to turn your head a bit more so that you’re looking at him “sorry daddy” you pout, face flushed just like his was earlier at lunch.

“And?”

“Feels so good with your cock fucking my ass like that, i need it deeper” you cry out, waiting for his pace to change. His hips snap against your skin as he presses you back into the door with his hand tangled in your hair. 

He pulls on it harshly causing you to wince in pain. It all adds to the earth shattering pleasure though, you love when he gets like this. 

Ever since you first tried anal last week, he’s turned into this animal. He wants to fuck your ass mercilessly whenever he can. Whenever it’s possible and it’s times like these when he’s glad his house is away from others. He can fuck you as hard and as rough as he likes and your moans won’t be heard by anyone. Absolute bliss.

“That’s it baby, take daddy’s cock like the whore you are. Take it deep” he draws the last word out, his breathing hitches and so does yours as you choke on a moan.

“Take. It”

One smack to your ass cheeks.

“My filthy anal loving whore”

Two smacks to your ass cheeks.

“I always secretly knew you’d love this and i was right. Such a dirty little girl for her daddy, aren’t you?” His fingering pace picks up, ramming into you with such vigor as his cock slows down into hard and rough thrusts.

“Let me hear those sweet noises baby, don’t hide them from me. Sing it for daddy, let me know how good i make you feel”

Your back arches and your face lifts off of the door, head falling back to rest on his chest “please, i’m gonna cum, don’t stop i need it” your desperate whimpers are enough to have him ploughing into your ass harder and faster, his grunts, growls and cursing lets you know how close he is to his own earth shattering orgasm.

“Is daddy’s little girl gonna cum too, huh? Gonna cum with daddy, all over my fingers baby as i spill my cum into your ass again. Like last time?”

“Yes daddy, please, i need it. Give me your cum” 

“Such a beg, god you feel so fucking good. Can feel that cunt clenching round my fingers. Cumming baby? Huh, gonna cream all over my fingers like the whore you are?”

All you can muster is a pathetic nod and a whine. You’re so close now.

And just like that, with a couple more thrusts in both holes. You clamp down on his cock and fingers, your clit pulsating again as you cum with a shaky sob of his name.

And of course with your pleasure, his is spurred on. You can feel him twitch and spasm inside as he chokes your name out too. Spilling his hot seed into your ass.

“So fucking good” his heart is beating, you feel it as you lay your head on his chest.

“My good girl, taking it like a pro. I’ll never grow tired of that”

He slowly pulls out, making his way to the bathroom and taking your hand so that you can follow him.

Once there, you get this sudden wave of confidence.

“I already miss your cock inside of me” he runs a wash cloth underneath the hot tap for a couple seconds, before using it to clean himself up. He starts running a bath too but you don’t want one.

You want him.

“I guess we’ll just have to do it again after our bath then won’t we?” he wraps his hand around your wrist, tugging you close so that you’re flush against him.

“What if i don’t want a bath?”

He raises his eyebrows at you in question.

“You want me to fuck your ass again?”

Now that he’s saying it out loud, you feel a tinge of embarrassment.

“Come here and sit on this fucking cock then baby, daddy would hate to disappoint you”

So you do exactly that, he doesn’t have to tell you twice.

“You’re only fuelling the flame baby”

“I don’t know what you mean” your innocence shining through as you turn your head to look at him through your batting eyelashes.

“This ass of yours, you know what it does to me, having my cock buried inside of it. It’s my new obsession” he starts, caressing your cheek before gliding his hand across your body “now. Show daddy how you bounce on his cock”

It would be your pleasure.

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One Last Time

pairing: ai!hoseok x reader / 2.7k words

warnings: angst, talks of death and illness (fluff, superficial intelligence, fluff, long lost love, futuristic)

plot: After living a long life you get the chance of seeing your long lost love again, but to a price you are willing to pay.

A/N: hi! I'm kinda active with writing and i had this idea a few days ago so i sat my ass down and wrote this in one night. I want to clarify that this au is inspired by an episode of black mirror. This made me tear up a lil while writing so I hope you like it and you'll stay tuned for more of my works

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Life has been kind to you, a daughter, two sons and a kind husband. Nothing that you wanted or worked for hasn’t not worked out the way you wanted it to. When you were twenty five you met your husband, Jinyoung. He helped you through life and helped you take care of the kids. Even the one that wasn’t his. Jihyo wasn’t his child and yet he loved her with all the love he could give her.

Jinyoung passed away about twelve years ago due to heart failure. You felt bad that you didn’t grieve like your children did, you didn’t love him like that, you never did. He was more like a best friend than a lover. A man, who died before Jihyo was born, owned your heart and he knew that.

Jung Hoseok, that was his name. Now, even though you weren’t able to move the way you wanted to, you could feel your body move to his. He was a great dancer and he loved dancing, no matter where, no matter who saw him, he danced like no one ever could. It made you feel light, oh so light. The feeling he gave you was indescribable, not a single person ever made you feel this way again.

“Mum, wake up” you hear Jaebeom's voice. Your second oldest visits when he can. You appreciate the effort. “Mum, wake up. It’s your birthday and we want to celebrate with you.” Your eyes open slower than you want and behind droopy eyes you see the faces of your children, Jaebeom, Jihyo and Youngjae. A smile plasters itself on your wrinkly face.

“My babies, what brings you here” Youngjae rolls his eyes at you as he chuckles “It’s your birthday today. We want to celebrate with you” you gasp slightly, trying to sound surprised. Of course you know, the day you were born is the same day the love of your life left this planet. “Don’t act like you don’t know. Your brain works faster than you give it credit, Mum” Jihyo laughs. You chuckle and wave her off.

“Look, Mum. We actually wanted to tell you something” Jaebeom starts and your laugh dies right there. His tone doesn’t excite you, not in the slightest. “What, honey?” your hand finds his and he assures you with a small smile “We all know how your chances of living another year stand. The cancer has spread and your body won’t withstand it any longer.” You nod, that you are going to die, pretty soon, is nothing new. You are prepared and so are your children.

“We thought about a way to make it more comfortable” Jihyo continues and your brows furrow. You talked about hospice, and you didn’t like it. Why are they bringing this up again? “Jihyo, hun. I am not going to leave the country to die.” Youngjae shakes his head and grasps your other hand. “No, mum. We are talking about a way of you getting to live forever, in peace and without pain. You might have heard of Daydream. It’s a non profit organisation which makes it possible to transfer one's consciousness to their database and to a place called Base Line. “

Your brain is running miles as soon as he starts to talk about “base line”. You know exactly what he is talking about, he used to talk about it all the time. Hoseok liked the idea of being together in eternity. “We thought about it. Since you’re not willing to die early and we all know about your undying love for a man who died a long time ago. We were able to get you a spot in daydream. They are willing to download you and give you what you craved for all these years.”

Your mind goes into panic. How can you live forever, forever in a place that Hoseok dreamed about?. How can you spend your eternity with Jinyoung when the person you so dearly love isn’t him? “Jaebeom, honey. I can’t, you don’t know what you are talking ab-”Mum we know. We’ve known for years.” Youngjae almost whispers. Your eyes snap to his and you can see the sincerity. “What?” the whisper leaves your lips, it almost sounded like a whimper, so pathetic. “We’ve known for a long time that your love wasn’t his. Dad was never the man you loved, it was Jung Hoseok, Jihyos father.”

Your eyes fill with tears. They knew, they knew everything. Secrets you kept in the deepest depths of your mind have been discovered all these years ago. Your life was a lie, everything you lived to protect was a lie. “I-I-don’t-”Mum, it’s alright. We are not angry with you.” you start to cry. A violent yelp leaves your lips as all of the thoughts, emotions, memories flood back into your mind. The pain you feel is unbearable, it makes you double over in the comfort of your bed. Youngjae holds your shaking form, whispering comforting words.

“But h-he didn’t-”He did, mum. He was able to get a spot as a beta test person almost fifty years ago. His download was saved on their server. They opened his interview file about twenty years ago and tried to contact you. His reason for joining the program was you, mum. He wanted to find a way to stay with you for the rest of eternity. Dad kept it a secret but we want you to be happy. We want you to be free of pain and live a happy life with the person you love, with Hoseok.” Youngjae sobbs.

You can’t believe it. All these years he was merely miles away. The person who made you feel how no one else could, the love of your life was a few hours away from you.

xxxxx

The car ride is long, almost seven hours to go, but you don’t mind. While your children call their families, read their books or listen to their music you reminisce, you reminisce about the moments you spent with him. The memories you made with him come back.

“Come on, give it a shot.” you frown, the thought of embarrassing yourself further displeases you a lot. He smiled at you with his hands out for you. His brown straight hair frames his handsome features perfectly. The softness of his skin, the lightliness of his smile and his comforting smell that coats the air. Everything makes you smile back at him.

“You know i can’t dance, i much rather watch you dancing” it makes him chuckle and his head falls back with a wide smile plastered on his face. He shakes his head and comes closer, almost too close. A step closer and you are pressed against each other, even with the step in between you, you can feel him. The warmth, the comfort and the love.

“I don’t care about your dancing skills. I want you to have fun with me. How about this, you put your feet on mine and I guide you.” a grin escapes your features and he takes it as a yes as he pushes your feet over his. “Just follow my rhythm, I’m right here, i’ll always be” you nod and lean your head on his chest. You can hear his heartbeat, the way he breathes and the way he hums the melody to stay on tact.

“That’s it baby, just like that. You’re a natural, you’ll master the wedding dance in a heartbeat” your eyes find his as his sentence reaches your ears. He would want to marry you? “Wedding dance?” you whisper and he halts his movements. His searching eyes study yours, trying to find displeasure. “Well, yes. I would love to be married to you. No one else should be by your side, not that anyone is better than me” he chuckles and you can’t help but laugh as well.

No one was ever better than you.

“Go to sleep, mum. We have one more hour to go” Jihyo whispers behind you and puts you to sleep with a gentle rub on your shoulder. Once again you reminisce in memories, in more painful ones.

“Don’t you understand where i’m coming from? Why are you so blind, i can’t have a child right now” you shout. He rubs his temples with a frown. “I’m not forcing you to have a child, I just want to know if you want to ever-in the future- have a child with me.” he shouts back at you, the tone in his voice was angry, very angry.

Your eyes are wide and wet, trenched in tears as you back away. He doesn’t care though, he is too busy throwing the next mug on the floor. “Is it me? Would you have a child with someone else because I'm such a mess? Am i not responsible enough? Am I not enough?” he shouts and throws the plate to the floor. Porcelain shatters on the wooden floor with such anger. You’ve never seen him like this, ever and it scares you.

“No, why would you not be enough?” he laughs in the midst of his emotional breakdown. “Because it damn fucking looks like it. Did you already cheat on me, huh? Is that why you’re so damn quiet?” he steers and all you see is red. You almost sprint over to him, your body finds it’s way over the tiny kitchen island like it has done it a million times, it seems so easy. Your hand connects with his cheek with such speed that you are afraid you might’ve knocked some of his teeth out.

Hot tears coat your cheeks as you try to find your words “Don’t you ever accuse me of cheating on you. I know you are angry but this is low, very low.” you whisper. His angry eyes shut and he shoves you out of his way. He grabs the car keys and almost kicks the door open

“I’ll be out for a while, don’t wait for me”

You jolt awake with a loud gasp “Don’t go” you whisper through tears. Just as you see your son in front of you, you realise that it’s not this day, the day he left you. “Mum, are you alright?” Jihyo has a hand on your shoulder in concern. You quickly wipe the tears away to hide your emotional rukus. “Look, we’re here. Right there is the facility” Youngjae points at the big building up the road. “You almost made it, mum” Jihyo beems at you. Your little girl smiles at you with such compassion. It’s something only children are able to do, look at their parents with such love, with such adoration. Having to leave them behind weighs heavy on your heart.

xxxxx

“Mrs. Y/LN, here you will have some time to say goodbye and talk about whatever you might want to share with your family. After you are done we will inform you about the process of downloading and what we know about Jung Hoseok.” a young lady, not older than your daughter, informs you.

All of you sit down, a heavy silence dominates the room. No one is brave enough to say something, to say goodbye. “I love you-”Mum, you don’t have to-”No, Jihyo, i have to. I want you to know. I love you all so much, and I would stay much much longer by your side, if I could.” your hand finds Youngjae’s and a shaky breath leaves his mouth “Mum” Youngjae whispers.

“I’m sorry that I won’t see you children grow up, Youngjae. I’m sorry that i won’t see you get married, Jaebeom. And I’m mostly sorry that you will never see your father, Jihyo. Hoseok would’ve been such a good father. I’m sorry that things haven’t always worked out the way I wanted them to. But I’m honored to call you my children. I’m so proud of you, of everyone of you. You made me the happiest mother there could ever be. I love you and I hope that you’ll remember me as such. Not the weak, ill woman I was the past seven years. I want you to remember me as the woman who raised you, the woman who loved to dance, the woman who was strong. Do me a favor and remember me as such.”

Jihyo sobbs against your shoulder and you let her. In merely a few moments they won’t have a mother anymore. They’ll be without the support of a lifetime, without their lifeline. Without the person who gave them shelter and love, their mother.

“We’ll always remember you as the strongest woman there ever was, as our mother” Jaebeom whispers under tears. You smile and pet his head like you used to when he was little. “I’ll miss you” “Mrs. Y/LN, the transfer is ready” you are quick to stand up. “Go, live your life. Don’t be sad for too long. Grieve and cry but afterwards you have to live. Promise me to live” you grin in pain. With a kiss to each of their faces you leave the room.

xxxxx

The corridor to the room the woman is bringing you seems endless. The time it takes you to get to your love seems endless. But as she sits you down on a comfortable blue chair your heart calms down.

“My name is Nayeon and I’ll inform you about the process of downloading. We’ll connect your brain to our core and transfer your consciousness to one of our memory bots. Jung Hoseok, the man you so desperately want to meet again, was downloaded on an older memory bot. He was saved on a almost twenty year old bot when we found him so we had to transfer him to one of our younger bot models to guarantee a safe connection to our station “base line” and to your memory bot. The bot wasn’t damaged in the slightest. His consciousness was copied, as for yours is being transferred, meaning that your body won’t be usable after your download. Do you understand? Do you still want to proceed?”

“yes”

She puts several sensors on your head and injects a chip into your right temple for the transfer. Weirdly enough, your head is empty. You expected your head to run wild as soon as they started your transfer. “In less than two minutes you’ll go unconscious and wake up in the superficial world base line. Your bot will be securely stored and taken care of. I wish you a comfortable journey. bon voyage

xxxxx

You awake with a small groan as the bright sunlight burns itself into your skin. The gentle wind glides through your hair and slightly dries your eyes as you pry them open. You can smell the salty sea air and feel the rays of sunshine.

The bed you are lying in is big and comfortable, almost as comfortable as the bed you shared with Hoseok. Speaking of Hoseok, why isn’t he here? Isn’t he supposed to welcome you? Your feet find the floor as fast as possible as you run across the room. Just seconds before you dare to leave the room you catch a glimpse of the mirror facing the beach. You see yourself, not the almost seventy year old you, no, the twenty year old you. The firm skin, the still colored hair and the healthy looking body you once had faced you.

You breathlessly stumble towards the mirror to take a closer look and then, then you see him. You’re able to see the reflection of his back through the mirror. Your head whips around and you start to run. The pain, the love, all of the emotions you kept inside of you all of those years made you sprint, stumble towards him. “Hos-Hoseok!” you scream. You run with all of your strength, you hurry to the man you’ve missed so much. “God, Hoseok!” and the moment he turns around you halt. All of your limbs stop moving.

His golden skin, his beautiful face make you stop. You can’t believe that he is here, right here after all these years. “Ho-Hoseok” you manage to sobb. His face morphs into a smile as he opens his arms. “Come on, come to me, my love”

And you run again, you sprint into his arms. His warm body embraces you as you crash.

The weight pulling the both of you to the ground.

“I thought I lost you” you sobb as he strokes your hair.

“I promised you to find a way to stay by your side forever.”

[backtobackbakubabe]

Speak Easy Part 15

Dabi x Reader, Bakugo x Reader

Words : 3491

Masterlist

Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together.

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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Dabi was unusually clingy the first couple of days he was back. True to his word, he didn’t let you out of his sight. You needed to take a shower? He was hopping in with you. You were cooking dinner? He was right behind you bugging you to let him taste. You were working out in the gym? He was working out right next to you.

You weren’t sure what happened to him while he was away, and he refused to talk about it. You would have to remember to ask Katsuki. Katsuki never kept anything from you, especially if it had to do with Dabi.

Right now, you were in the kitchen working on dinner while he sat on the kitchen floor with Bravo trying to teach him how to bark on command.

“Okay Bravo… Talk shit.” You rolled your eyes at his dumb command. “Come on dummy… Talk Shit!”

Bravo’s tale wagged as a low hum rumbled from him.

“Say it with your chest!”

Bravo started barking and growling at Dabi. For someone who didn’t like Bravo when he first got here, they were slowly becoming buddies. Dabi was surprisingly really good with training him. You wouldn’t have thought he was patient enough to teach a puppy anything, yet here he was, sitting on the floor, having the time of his life.

You giggled has you continued to stir your noodles, “Look at my boys, finally getting along.”

Dabi growled, “Boys? No, no, no. I am a man.” He stood up and made his way to stand behind you. Arms wrapping around your middle and his chin resting on your shoulder. “I know I was gone for a while, but there’s no way you forgot who the man of the house is?”

You sighed as you turned the stove off and moved a safe distance away from it. “You know your threats are almost as empty as Bravo’s sweet little head.” His grip tightened on you and his lips found the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

“You want to elaborate there, baby?”

You sucked in a nervous breath, you missed teasing this man. He had been so soft lately, and you loved it, but you also missed his rough side. He hadn’t done anything sexual with you since he got back, and it was starting to drive you crazy. “You always say you’re going to bend me over your knee and spank me. You always say you’re going to punish me. You threaten to fuck me until I cry�� You said you were going to put a baby in me…but you never follow through.” You bent your neck to give him more access. “Seems to me… you’re all bark and no bite.”

His chest rumbled as he bit into your shoulder. You cried out as his teeth sunk in and his hands slithered under your shirt. “Hmmm sounds to me like my good little girl wants to be a brat today.” His teeth nibbled on your earlobe and his fingers started to tweak your nipple. “If it’s bite you want baby, then I’ll make sure I taste every inch of you.” He roughly shoved you over the island and his hand connected with your ass cheek in a sharp slap. “I didn’t know my good girl wanted me to breed her so badly.” He slapped your other ass cheek and pulled your shorts down. “Desperate for me to own you in every single way possible.”

He bent over and bit your ass cheek. He slapped your thigh, “Open ‘em up for me baby.” Your thighs immediately parted for him. He grunted at the sight of your dripping cunt. “Mmm good giiiiirl. Already dripping for me.” Without any warning his hand found your hair and shoved himself inside of you. “You want it rough? Huh?” He thrust hard inside of you making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Use. Your. Words.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust.

You moaned, “Yes! Yes! I want it rough. Oh GOD!” His hand tightened in your hair while the other gripped your hip hard enough to leave bruises.

You groaned loudly and pushed yourself back onto him hard. “Oh shit you really are desperate tonight!”

You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “You haven’t fucked me in over a month. Of course I’m desperate!”

Dabi stilled inside of you, making you whine. “You better watch that fucking attitude.” He bit your shoulder, “Just for that… I want you to beg for it. Beg me to fuck you.”

You tried to move your hips to fuck yourself on him, but he leaned over and put his full body weight on top of you. Trapping you on the kitchen counter. “Oh you naughty girl. I will stay balls deep in you until you beg me to move. I’m fine with you being my pretty little cock sleeve.”

You huffed in frustration as tears started to leak out of your eyes. “Please DABI! Please fuck me. Please. I missed you…”

His pace was practically feral. His strokes were long and hard and he hit that spot inside you every fucking time. He picked up one of your legs and put it on the counter and this new angle had you screaming. His hand came down in a hard slab to your ass as he continued to pound into you.

Your legs began to shake and his pace slowed. You let out a frustrated whine. “You cum when I say you get to cum. Is that understood?”

You bit your lip and nodded your head.

“Words Princess!”

“YES! I understand.”

“What do you understand?”

You took a huge breath. “I won’t cum until you say I get to cum.”

His pace picked back up, “Atta girl. Listening so well tonight.”

He yanked you up, so your back was flush against his chest. His hot fingers burned through your shirt and tore it away from your body. Still unbearably hot, those same fingers came to play with your nipples making you bite your lip to keep from screaming out.

His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, making you release it from your teeth. He held his thumb up in front of you so you could see the blood. “Hm does it feel that good? Don’t keep it in baby. You wanna scream, then fuckin scream.”

He picked you and walked over to the living room and plopped down in the recliner. He pulled you off his dick and turned you around to face him. “Now… I want you to ride me. I want to see every expression on that pretty little face, and I want to hear every single noise. I want to watch you fall apart.”

You braced yourself on his shoulders and tried to slowly lower yourself onto his dick, but he wasn’t having that. His hands found your hips and shoved you down. “Come on, don’t get shy on me now.”

He leaned forward and started leaving open mouth kisses on your neck and his hands squeezed your ass. You started to rock your hips and almost lost it at the sound of the low rumble that vibrated through his chest as you did. He was giving you control to fuck yourself at your pace. But it was such a mind fuck because you knew that even though you were on top, he would always be in control.

You rode him at a slow pace that was driving him crazy. You could feel his fingers twitch. Your legs began to shake from the exertion, and you could hear his low cocky chuckle in your ear. “Aww are you already tired?” You weren’t, but you also really wanted him to take back over. You weren’t lazy, but after a month of missing his touch, you just wanted to drown in it.

You leaned your forehead on his, “I need you to finish for me.”

He hugged you tight to him and thrust into you. “Just so we’re clear, I don’t believe for a second you’re tired. I know you’ve been in the gym every fucking day since I’ve been gone.” He spread your cheeks apart and railed into you. “But the way you said that was so fucking cute, I don’t even care.”

You could feel your orgasm building and you clutched his shoulders. “Dabi… DABI I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum!”

“Yeah, baby. Go ahead. Let go for me.”

You felt your climax crash over you, and you screamed into his neck. Your legs shook and you came all over his lap. It felt different this time though.

“Shiiiit. I think you just squirted. God that’s so hot. I can’t keep this up anymore. Fuck you’re so perfect.” His hips snapped in an erratic pace and you could tell he was close. “You wanted me to fuck a baby in you huh? Wanted me to knock you up and make you mine?”

His hips stilled and he pinned you to him as he painted your insides with his cum.

Your head spun with the intensity of how hard you just came. Both of you were sweaty and your chests were heaving. He cupped your cheeks and pulled you back to look at him. “Are you okay? I was rougher with you then usual?”

You nodded your head and leaned into his touch. He brushed your sweaty hair away from your forehead, “Hey I know you’re tired, but I need a verbal answer. Or at least one for yes, two for no.”

You gave him a soft smile and tapped his hand once. He slowly helped you off of him, but he just turned you around so you back was leaning on his chest. He grabbed a blanket and propped the feet of the recliner up. He used his thumb to push his cum back inside of you. “Let’s just lay here a while.”

You hummed and nuzzled into him. His arm wrapped around you and rubbed your back. “Can I ask you something?” His voice sounded so vulnerable.

“Yeah, of course.”

He was quiet for a second before he cleared his throat. “Were you serious? About wanting to have a baby?”

You stiffened, “Were you serious when you said you wanted to put a baby in me?”

His kissed the top of your head. “I know we’re not like… you know… conventional. And we haven’t known each other long. But the other day… I don’t know. I just never wanted a family before, so it surprised me that the thought of having one with you didn’t… it didn’t sound so bad.”

You blushed. “If we’re being honest. I don’t really know I how I feel about it.” You interlaced his fingers with yours. “I’m not saying I’m opposed to the idea forever. Right now just doesn’t seem like the best time.” He was oddly quiet, and you were nervous you upset him. “Like you said we haven’t known each other long. I have god knows how many people out to kill me. We live in a world where people think it’s okay to kidnap and torture people based on their quirk. We both suffered because our quirks didn’t fit into this fucked up system. Can you imagine if we had a kid and they had either or our quirks, or god, what if they got both? They’d have the biggest fucking target on their back.”

His thumb brushed over the back of your hand, “Well that would have been nice to know before I came inside you a few minutes ago.”

You giggled, “It’s okay. I’m pretty sure I’m on birth control.”

“You’re pretty sure?”

Your eyes dimmed, “Yeah well… They liked to “play” with me back at the lab, and it wouldn’t be very fun if I got pregnant. So, I got shots every three months. Except I don’t remember when the last one was. To be safe I guess we could ware condoms from now on.”

He groaned, “I hate how casually you can talk about what those assholes did to you.” He sighed, “But I guess there’s lots of fucked up trauma I’m casual about. I get it. It makes it easier to deal with.”

You smiled at him, “We’re kind of fucked up huh?”

He kissed your nose, “No kinda about it doll. We are most definitely fucked up.”

You felt crazy laughing about how you both have just accepted your trauma. But you had to admit, it did make it feel lighter on your conscious.

“You know if we ever did do it… you know have a kid. They’d be the safest fucking brats on the planet. They’d have to go through us, as well as all of your dumb little hero friends. Only an idiot would even try.”

You rolled your eyes, “Well there’s a lot of steps between us now and us having a kid. You haven’t said you love me yet, and you want me to give you an heir?”

“An heir? Who the fuck are we? The Tudors?”

Your stomach growled really loud which reminded you of the dinner you had abandoned.

He gently maneuvered until he could get up and left you in the chair. “I’ll bring the food to you. I think you earned it.”

He was gone for a few minutes and came back with a plate of food and a big shirt for you.

“I have some business I need to take care of in the office. Some calls to make. So… I’m going to eat in there. Come get me before you go to bed.”

Your stomach sank. You felt like you had really upset him. You knew he would never show it though.

You had just been thinking about he was been so clingy since he got back. So, his sudden absence left you feeling cold. It made you want to follow him into his office and sit in his lap.

You knew that was a bad idea though. You needed to give him some space. If he had wanted you in there with him, he would have said so.

You could hear his muffled conversation and his voice sounded rough and angry. Even when you pushed his last button, he never sounded that angry when he spoke to you. At one point he changed into a different language. Was that Russian? He sounded even angrier in a different language. You could hear your name every so often, so you knew he was talking about you.

There was still a lot about Dabi you didn’t know. Like apparently, he was multilingual. He was a scary businessman. He recently had decided he wanted kids. What else did you not know?

You took your time eating and cleaning up the kitchen. When you couldn’t stall any longer you headed towards the office. Part of you felt guilty for interrupting his calls. But he was the one who told you to come get him before you went to bed.

You gently knocked on the door and opened it. He hadn’t heard you and his back was to the entrance. “For the hundredth time, the answer is no.” There was silence as someone on the other line yelled. “Dabi’s voice dropped to a scary volume. “First of all, you’re going to lower your damn voice when you talk to me. Secondly, if you ever say that shit again… I will burn down your fucking house.”

He sounded angry and you didn’t know if you interrupting him would make it better, or worse.

You tip toed over to him, but right before you could reach him, he slammed a hand on his desk. “SHE’S FUCKING OFF LIMITS!”

You yelped in surprise and took a step back. Dabi whirled around in his chair, his wild eyes connecting with yours and they were blood thirsty.

“I-I’m sorry. I knocked… but you didn’t hear me… a-and you said to come get you—”

You didn’t know why you were stuttering. This was Dabi, the same man who practically worshiped you.

“Get out… now…” The malice in his voice sent a chill down your spine.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “But you said to—”

He pulled the phone away from him and stared through you, “I know what I said. Now I’m telling you to get out.”

You schooled your expression to keep him from seeing the hurt that was now clutching at your heart. You nodded, flipped him off, and stormed off to your old room.

He wanted to play that game? Fine. He can be the big, scary, asshole all he wants. But you don’t have to put up with it.

You locked your door behind you, which really didn’t do much considering there was still a hole in the door from the last time you locked it. You sighed as you stared at the door’s handle before reaching out to unlock it again. You were mad, but you weren’t going to break your own law. Hopefully the fact you were in here would be enough to let him know he fucked up.

You changed into some comfy clothes for bed. Choosing a Dynamight shirt as an extra fuck you. You didn’t waste any time staying up for him. You weren’t going to let his mood swings affect your sleep schedule.

You put in some headphones, played some soothing music to calm your nerves, and went to sleep. You’d deal with Dabi tomorrow.

Well tomorrow came all too soon when your door was slammed open a few hours later, causing you to sit straight up in a panic.

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes as a frantic hand yanked the headphones out of your ears.

“OW! What was that for?”

Dabi’s hands grabbed your shoulders. “I’ve been fucking yelling your name! I couldn’t find you. What the hell are you doing in here?”

You crossed your arms across your chest, and you saw his eyes darken when he saw the shirt you were wearing. “Why do you think? I’m giving you the space you obviously need to throw your stupid little temper tantrum.”

You could see so many emotions pass over his face in a matter of seconds. Anger, relief, panic, regret, but it seemed the one he decided to settle on was frustration.

“Temper tantrum? You think… I was throwing a temper tantrum. Hm. Interesting. Because the way I see it, when someone threatens to take you away from me… that’s a good enough reason to be pissed!” Your eyes widened but you he wasn’t done with his rant. “You want to know who I was on the phone with? My fucking father. You want to know why? Because he’s helping us fish out crooked heroes… Twice a week since you’ve gotten here, I’ve had to talk to that mother fucker on the phone about progress. Now all of the sudden he’s decided I’m too invested. I’m too close to you. HE THINKS IT CLOUDS MY JUDGEMENT!”

You could see him working himself back up, but the only thing you could do was let him get it all out.

“He thinks you could be more useful working for him. He thinks we’re wasting your talents by hiding you away. HE THINKS, he can snap his fingers and I’m just going to hand you over.” He shook his head and yelled, “And I didn’t tell you to get out because I was mad at you. I told you to get out because I didn’t want you to watch me lose my mind. I didn’t want you to see me when I’m that angry.”

He pointed at your face, “And that’s why. Right there, that fucking look you’re giving me. All the shit I’ve done and said you never look at me like I’m a monster, or like I’m someone to be pitied. I can take that look from anyone else… but not you.”

You saw him start to deflate. His fists unclenched at his sides as he took some deep breaths.

You reached for his hand and pulled him next to you. “Hey. I’m not going anywhere. I don’t care what anyone says, or who comes to fetch me. I’m staying wherever you are.” Your fingers ran through his white hair. “You can tell your dad I said he can go fuck himself. I’m never working for a hero again. Especially not a hero that emotionally traumatized not one, but two of my favorite people.”

He didn’t say anything for a while, he just leaned into your touch.

“I’m sorry I scared you.”

You hummed and kissed the top of his head, “It’s okay, I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“It’s alright, I kinda deserved it… so can you please take it off now.” His hand tugged at the Dynamight shirt you were wearing. “It’s playing dirty and you fucking know it you brat.”

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*The Laws* 1. No fucking shrugging 2. No drugs 3. No saying sorry for something that isn’t your fault 4.We work on communication every day 5. Wake up whenever the hell you want 6. No locked doors 7. We eat three full meals a day 8. No means no, no negotiations 9. We work on exercise every day 10. Ice cream must be kept in stock at all times 11. Accept help when it is offered 12. No lying 13. I will not initiate the sexy time without written or verbal consent.

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