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maginxlia · 2 years

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Starring Tokyo Revengers Men In ✰ Dumb

Cast Line Up Bonten! Ran, Rindou, Haruchiyo, Mikey, Kakucho, Hajime and Current Shuji

Rated TV-MA

Minors This Isn’t For You

Summary ✰ When Your Man Pleasure You Until Your Brain Goes Dumb! Getting Intoxicated off that Good Pipe!

No pronouns up in here but the Reader has a Kitty

Ran Haitani

✰ Nothing this Man adores More than hearing you struggle to form a sentence while he pounds into your soft walls

✰ “Can't even form a sentence! Poor Thing! All undone On My dick” Ran says with a grin while he thrust deeper into you

✰ Cocky about how dumb he can make you with his dick and brags constantly to Rindou and Sanzu about it

✰ “I Keep Them dick drunk and fucked so stupid that the only thing they can remember is how good my dick makes them feel” Ran Laughs while Sanzu rolls his eyes and Rindou contemplates his life choices

✰ Has a competition with himself on how dumb he can fuck you and he takes it seriously

✰ Ran Has fucked you so dumb that your brain was numb for hours and he proud of the fact

The arch in your back was long gone as you couldn't keep your hips raised for Ran Not like he mind, Its his fault that your legs weren't working anymore as he laid his body weight on your back while he fucked you comfortably Dumb

Your ass bounced against him making the man groan as he fucked into your pussy, your body shivered with each thrust he blessed you with as you mumbled broken words into the air

“Fuk Ran Ahh Soooo G-Good in M-Me” You moaned while Ran laughed, “ Sorry Babe, the only thing I Heard was my name. Guess that brain isn't working right anymore because of this dick. hmm?” Ran Teased as he fucked you deeper into the mattress

His dick touching parts in you that only he could touch making you whine as his hands wrapped around your throat making you arch up against him “ I knew you had one more in you” Ran whispered into your ear as his lips brushed the shell of your ear

Your pussy began gripping him harder as you began cumming “Fuck. Brain Dumb but still able to grip me so good” Ran taunted while your body moved on its own against him, “Keep gripping me like this and you're going to make me cum” Ran could barely force out as your pussy held on to him tightly making him cum in you

“Fuck.” Ran whispered as he gave you two more strong thrusts before pulling out, “ I swear you are so beautiful fucked dumb and full of my cum” Ran said while admiring his work

Rindou Haitani

✰ Rindou's dick is leaking the Moment you can barely pronounce his name

✰ “You can't even say the name of the man who fucked you stupid. Now it's time for me to fuck some sense back into you” Rindou Teased as his fingers softly pinched your clit

✰ Rindou thinks you look like an angel under him with that hazy look in your eyes, Would record you if you let him

✰ His dick has an intoxicating effect on your poor brain better than any alcohol can

✰ Teases & fuck you just right to get those strong orgasms from you that leave you drunk and dumb off of him

✰ “Looks so perfect just fucked dumb by me” Rindou groans as he raised up your leg to fuck you better

Rindou's dick was deep in your velvet walls as he fucked you towards another orgasm, your hands could barely hold onto him as he fucked you slowly and deeply

Your pussy squeezing him so good making Rindou's eyes roll “Fuck. you got me about to cum deep in you before I can fuck you drunk” Rindou grunted before sucking on to your right nipple making you arch

His hips made sure his dick would find his target with the strokes he gave to your pussy he found your G-spot, Rindou fucked you greedily as he abused your G-spot making you scream into his shoulder as his dick got even more deeper

Your mouth was only able to let out a chorus of “ Ahhhs” as Rindou kept fucking you so good that the ability to form words was lost on you. The way your pussy was gripping him made him know you were close to cumming as he brought his hand down to play with your clit making you whine out a broken version of his name

Your orgasm made your body shake against Rindou and the mattress while He fucked you through your ecstasy as your pussy pulled his orgasm from him “Fuck. Feels so good around me” He groaned while thrusting into you three more times

“Not A thought in that Pretty Head of Yours Huh?” Rindou laughed as he pulled out of you and slapped your clit with his dick. “ Now let me take care of you” Rindou said he got up to get you something to drink

Haruchiyo Sanzu

✰ Haruchiyo loves to fuck you until you’re utterly dumb

✰ He eats you out for hours before dicking you down just to make your Brain Go good and numb from pleasure

✰ Your Broken words fuel him as your eyes roll in euphoric bliss

✰ No drug can make you high as Haruchiyo's dick make you

✰ “Aww. Babe is So Dumb for me but I bet I can make you dumber” Haruchiyo Teased as he toyed with your overstimulated clit

✰ He Is Dangerous! Man is a fiend for making your mind break from pleasure

Haruchiyo Has The Time and Energy to keep you fucked stupid for hours

Your Legs were pressed against your Chest as Haruchiyo fucked you into a senseless mess, His fingers toying with your nipples while he fucked you over the edge for the third time tonight

Your pussy was creaming on him as his dick stretched you so deliciously, His name fell from your lips like a prayer as all you do was clench around him

Your mind was lost as you watched him enter in and out of you making him chuckle “ My Poor baby brain is just gone right now. So Intoxicated by this dick.” He groaned while his hips rolled in a circle fucking you deeper than before

You watched him lick his hand before he palmed your swollen clit making you scream his name as his hand worked your clit so deviously making your hips move trying to keep up with his motions

You couldn't keep your eyes from closing as your pussy clenched hard around his dick while you came hard around him making him smile down at you, Haruchiyo grabbed your face making your eyes lock with his “That's what I want to see, those pretty eyes with nothing behind them. Just High off of me” Haruchiyo groaned while he fucked you through your orgasm

He wasn't far behind you cumming deep in you while you watched as he pulled himself free from your pussy, His hands holding your legs as he gently pulled you from the position he fucked you in

“Now for me take care of my brain numb Doll” Haruchiyo said before patting your left thigh as he left the bed to get you cleaned up

Manjiro Sano

✰ Manjiro loves making you drunk off his dick

✰ Knows he has the power to make your brain go numb and he abuses it every time he can

✰ Your eyes rolling in your head as Manjiro fuck the senses out of you makes him feel high

✰ Wants you on the bed fucked out of your mind and the only thing you can say is a weak ‘More”

✰ “So Pretty, all fucked out of your mind. Fucking love you” Manjiro says as he folds your legs to your chest to fuck you better

✰ Your Pussy creaming on his dick as you can't even speak coherently does something to the man

✰ “Gonna fuck you so dumb the only thing you can say is my name” Manjiro Grunts as His dick digs deep into your pussy

Manjiro stood on the bed while your legs were tightly wrapped around his hips as you used your hands to hold yourself up

Your arms struggle to hold this position as Manjiro fucked into you making your body tremble with each thrust, it didn't help that your brain was numb as Manjiro punished you for no reason other than to be Mean

“S-So S-So S-So” You could barely push out of your mouth as your fifth orgasm hit you hard making you lay down on the mattress, “So what Baby?” Manjiro teased you as he got knees to accommodate the new position

“Fucked so dumb you can't even tell me how good this dick making you feel” Manjiro Laughed as he got back to moving his hips, Thrusting up into your poor tired pussy making you whine with each one of his thrusts

“I know you can cum for me one more time” Manjiro said as his fingers toyed with your sensitive clit making your eyes roll back, Your body clenching around his dick so hard you could feel every vein on him as fucked into your pussy hard making your titties against the soft comforter

His fingers stayed on your clit as he used his free hand to hold your shoulder to keep you in place while he fucked every single thought out of you, all you could do was stutter out broken words as he fucked you towards your sixth orgasm of the night

Your pussy held him firmly as you came hard ‘So fucking tight. Holding me Like you don't want to let me go” Manjiro said as he fucked into you while his own orgasm came down on him. “Perfect you know that's what you are right??” Manjiro whispered in your ear before letting you lay on the bed

“I'll be back to carry you to the tub” Manjiro said he left you on the bed fucked out of your mind

Kakucho

✰ Kakucho Can't help the fact that he keeps you dick dumb and drunk

✰ His dick, Tongue and fingers pulling orgasms from your overstimulated pussy making your whole Body shake in his arms

✰ Those Over Sexed eyes you give while you say his name over and over keep his dick nice and hard

✰ He had an addiction to pleasing you and he can't help the fact that you get dumb from it

✰ “So Beautiful” Kakucho says while kissing your tears of pleasure away

✰ Words won't work for you after a hot session with Kakucho, His dick makes thinking a thing of the past after he gets done fucking you

You laid on your side while Kakucho was on his knees fucking into you as he held your leg up, your leg was trembling in his hands as he fucked your overstimulated pussy

Your moans were coming out as stammers while Kakucho's thumb played with your clit as you rolled your hips for more friction, “ M-More K-Kaku” You moaned while Kakucho obeyed you

“So Pretty. I'll Give you more” Kakucho groaned while adding more fingers to your clit making you scream as he rubbed your clit the way you love it, your words were incoherent as Kakucho fucked you dumber

His Hips not halting for a second as he fucked you so deeper with each thrust making your toes curl, You couldn't get your thoughts together as Kakucho's dick fucked you so good and stupid. Your pussy pulled him in as he fucked you into a bliss filled high before you knew it you were cumming hard around his beautiful dick

“Ahh K-Kaku” You forced out as he fucked you through your orgasm while your pussy milked his dick, “So perfecting. Taking me in and Milking me so good baby” Kakucho groaned as he came in you

“My Angel Brain just lost right now.” Kakucho said while slowly exiting you as he massaged your legs, “Now let me make you feel better” Kakucho said as he kissed your leg and got ready to give you aftercare while you just stared at him lovingly.

Hajime Kokonoi

✰ Hajime Loves to tease the hell out of you when he fucks you dumb

✰ His dick in you while he holds his platinum card in front of you “ Fucked so dumb you can't even grab Daddy's card from him, Sad!” Hajime says with a grin

✰ It's all jokes to him but he can't hide the fact that he cums harder when your sentences come out all broken or when you look at him with those blissed-out eyes

✰ Those eyes locking with his is enough for him to cum deep in you without hesitation

✰ You use this to your advantage to make him weak and make him regret teasing you

“I know I haven't fucked you that dumb” Hajime Teased you while you struggled to ride him with your weak knees

“Mhmmm Too m-much Koko” You said while shaking your head making Hajime scoff as he laid you on your back, “Guess I have to fuck what's left of the senses out of you” Hajime groaned as his dick got deeper in your pussy while pushing his hair back

His dick was pressed against your G-spot making you whine as he tied his hair up, “Be Patient baby” Hajime said before licking your chest as he began fucking into you, His dick constantly brushing that spot that makes your eyes well up with tears

Hajime fucked you so good making your entire body Shake with pleasure, you could feel every inch he gave to you as his dick got covered in your cream. “So fucking wet. So fucking tight” Hajime groaned as he pushed your right leg up

“Need to get deeper into you” He groaned as his hip moved fast pushing his dick so sweetly into your tender walls with each stroke, your shaky hands laid on his belly for leavage as you mewled under him making him look down on you “ Fuck. Those eyes looking at me like that. Gonna make me cum so hard in you” Hajime groaned while burying his head into your neck

He didn't let up with his thrusts as you came hard on his dick, Your eyes rolling back as you moaned out a mumbled mess of words. Hajime came while he fucked you through your orgasm making him shiver “I can never get over how good your pussy feels” Hajime groaned before kissing your lips

“Now let me draw your bath with your favorite luxurious soap hmmm?” Hajime says while letting his hair down and getting off the bed

Shuji Hanma (Bonus)

✰ Shuji's Goal is to fuck you dumb every time his dick slides into you

✰ Wants to fuck you so good that you forget how to speak and the only thing you can do is claw up his back

✰ “My Dick got you all delirious huh?? Just stupid while cumming prettily on my dick. ✰ The way I like it” Shuji Grunts while looking at your fucked out expression

Want your fucked out face burned into his memory

✰ Your fucked out expression is all the motivation he needs to fuck you dumb

✰ “I feel like You're not dumb enough yet. Guess I got to fuck you rougher then” Shuji teases while raising your hips off the bed

Your face was buried in the pillows as Shuji fucked into you, his dick beating your g-spot with each push of his hips making your pussy pulse around him

Your moans were muffled by the soft pillows making Shuji pull your head up “ I want to hear how stupid my dick is making you” Shuji grunted as he spanked your ass making you whine

You did your best to prop yourself up on your shaky arms while Shuji fucked the senses out of you, his dick bullied your pussy so well as tears of pleasure ran down your face

His long fingers pinched your nipples making your body writhe under him while he didn't let up from the pleasurable punishment he gave to your soft walls. You couldn't even mutter that you were close to cumming, the words were lost in your head

You came hard while screaming his name like a Mantra as Shuji fucked you through your orgasm before flipping you on your back with his dick still buried deep in you “Let me Look at Ya” Shuji said while studying your face

“You're dumb but not fucked dumb enough yet,” Shuji said as he held your legs open, “I'm gonna fuck you so dumb that you won't remember how to talk for days” Shuji teased as he went back to fucking you absolutely stupid

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hazarambling · 2 months

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FeiQiu inverting gender stereotypes and also their complementary motifs and stuff is rotting my brain (this will mention leaks)

Ok feixiao isn't even out yet but a) feiqiu are rotting my brain and b) we have SOME info about feixiao so i just need to yell into the void

they have matching colors ok hear me out there's a deeper meaning to this

so jiaoqiu has the whole red theme with the fire, and then we got leaks of feixiao's appearance and i might be going just a little bit insane because the colors compliment each other so perfectly but like THE BLUE COMPLIMENTS THE RED SO PERFECTLY and also pink/red being associated with femininity and blue/black being associated with masculinity... and also feixiao having more power as the general, jiaoqiu being HER alchemist, HER counsellor, he doesn't have power over her in any meaningful way

and also i need to scream about how HE IS LITERALLY HER CHEF. he cooks for HER. like it's a complete flip of gender stereotypes and i ADORE IT because it gives such a refreshing dynamic to explore, where feixiao is so obviously the dominant one even though she's a woman AND OH IT'S DELECTABLE. and also HE came back to alchemy for HER.

and now moving onto a deeper analysis of the gender stuff in relation to their characterization:

jiaoqiu is more emotional and "feminine" and feixiao is more emotionless and "masculine" (ofc this is a surface level analysis of all of this but im applying this to the content we have for feiqiu and how it adds to their characterization)

i feel like jiaoqiu's lc describes this the best, it shows how emotional he is about the whole process of war but also how he's somewhat forced to become numb from it, but everything still takes an emotional toll on him. but overall it shows how emotional of a person he is and that it does affect him a lot

(sorry if the image isnt very clear)

and also the mention of him withdrawing 'from practicing medicine due to a broken heart' such an emotionally driven action could also link back to gender stereotypes where men aren't allowed to express their emotions but women are (even if they're shunned for it) and instead jiaoqiu is the one being ""overly emotional"" by leaving alchemy BECAUSE of his broken heart.

and also adding to this, maybe feixiao is colder or less emotional (which makes sense because she's a military general and an emanator of the hunt, it makes sense that she's numb to the emotional side of war. and also she could be half borisin ("spoke different languages") and was enslaved by the borisin ("they won't chase you anymore", so she was chased/enslaved by them in the past) so she's especially used to war and violence)

also feixiao is the one saying to the previous general that SHE wants the borisin dead, and even the previous general feels bad and omits that part of the verdant knights recruitment and training thing, she doesn't want feixiao to feel like she was born for war and that her destiny is to die for war.

so tldr jiaoqiu is more stereotypically feminine and feixiao is more stereotypically masculine - and of course they don't have to follow stereotypes just to mean they are or aren't that certain thing, i just think it's interesting

and one thing that fascinates me about their dynamic is how they're such opposites in terms of like, EVERYTHING.

he's a chef (away from the violence), she's an arbiter-general (surrounded by violence). he hates war, she rushes off to war. and his whole anti-war thing is so interesting because HE CHOSE TO RETURN TO ALCHEMY FOR AN ARBITER-GENERAL. like as you can see by his lc (and my analysis of it) like this man does not enjoy ANYTHING about war, but he comes back for someone whose whole role and position and even EXISTANCE relies on the fight against the hunt, and revenge against the borisin?

also they could have matching earrings/earrings in the same ear/their colors already match how about their accessories too and if i think about them for too long i start going insane. ALSO NOTICE HOW HIS EARRING IS ONE OF HIS ONLY ACCESSORIES THAT ISN'T RED OR PINK??? hmm?!

anyway as you can tell by the length of this thing i really really love feiqiu and i cant wait for them to come out so i can analyze them even more

#feiqiu #honkai star rail #honkai star rail analysis #hsr analysis #hsr lore

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chaoticgremlinwholikescheese · 1 year

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Seismic Waves

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"I just need to water my plants, then we'll head home, okay?"

Chris nods, seemingly unperturbed by the short detour. He was just happy to be hanging out with his Buck. What he doesn't understand is why Buck doesn't just move his plants to the Diaz house. Buck basically lives there anyway. Most of his clothes, books, and even cooking materials are at the Diaz house. Plus, Chris can't remember the last time he woke up and Buck wasn't there making breakfast.

Buck quickly waters his plants. They're pretty much the only reason he comes to his loft anymore. When he's not at work, he's at Eddie's. In all honesty, the price he's paying for the loft is far from equal to the time he spends here. It would probably be a more sound financial decision to sell the place, but he's not about to ask Eddie if he can move in. Even if he basically lives there anyway.

"Can we get ice cream on the way home?"

"It's almost dinner time. After dinner we can grab some, and we can bring your dad, yeah?"

"Are you making chicken for dinner?"

"Yup! And I'll need my sous chef to help," Buck smiles.

He's about to water the last plant when it happens. He feels the faint vibrations through the floorboards before the actual quake hits. Everything seems to slow down, seconds stretching into eons. Buck sees cracks spiderweb up the wall. The ground starts to give way. He yells Chris' name, lunges towards him, bundles the boy into his arms just as the floor falls out from beneath them. He curls his body around Chris, angling them so that he'll take the brunt of the impact when they land.

When he hits the ground, it takes him a second to register it. Then the pain sets in. All the air is knocked from his lungs, and he can feel a rib or two snap. There's a sharp ache in his left side, and he can feel wetness slowly soaking through his shirt. He's definitely bleeding. His vision won't clear and he can't seem to get his head to stop pounding. He hears someone calling his name.

"Buck! Buck!"

Chris' voice breaks through the fog in his brain. Chris, he needs to check on Chris-

Buck sits up, which turns out to be a mistake. The pain that shoots through him makes the ringing in his ears return. He gasps, but gets himself upright. Chris is on his knees in front of Buck, looking terrified. Buck quickly scans him for injuries. Besides a small cut on his forehead, the boy seems to be unharmed.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine. But you're bleeding."

Chris points at the wound on Buck's side. It's steadily leaking blood, red overcoming the blue of his shirt. He clamps a hand down on it. He can feel the pulse of blood beneath his fingers. They seem to have fallen into the basement below. Dust hangs thick in the air. There's concrete and rubble all around them. The whole building must have collapsed on top of them. They're completely trapped down here.

Buck pulls out his phone. The screen is cracked, the device mangled beyond recognition. It's useless. If Chris wasn't here, Buck would be cursing up a storm. The two of them are stuck under an entire building with no way to get in touch with the outside world. This quake was a big one. The 118 is probably going to be running from scene to scene. And of course, this is the day when Eddie is on shift and Buck isn't.

"It's dark in here," Chris says quietly.

"I know. Someone will find us soon. We're going to be alright."

Chris curls himself into Buck's good side. Buck uses his free hand to pull the boy closer.

"Hey, you remember that documentary we watched about sharks? It got me think about megalodons," Buck starts, trying to distract Chris from their current situation.

"I asked Dad if we could go see the new Meg movie. He said it was too scary and violent."

"Mm, I'll have to agree with him on that one. The two of us watched the first one. I was jumping the whole time."

What Buck doesn't mention is that Eddie ended up holding Buck because he was so scared. It wasn't something out of the ordinary for the two of them to do. Buck had loved it though, the feeling of being held by Eddie. As if they were a proper couple. He knows that it's wrong to think of your best friend like that. But he can't help it. His heart belongs to Eddie. It was his from the first day they met.

"Do you think there are really megalodons in the ocean?"

"Honestly, I don't know. But I wouldn't be surprised if there were."

"I want to learn how to scuba dive one day. It would be cool to explore the oceans."

"Scuba diving is fun. I used to do it before I came to LA."

"Did you ever see Atlantis?"

"Nope. But I saw some pretty cool fish. I even saw an octopus once."

Chris continues to ask him questions about his experiences scuba diving. Buck had gotten trained when he thought about becoming a SEAL. Even though he didn't go through with the enlistment, the skills he learned came in handy. He used to love scuba diving, loved the ocean. But after the Tsunami he can't see the ocean the same way. Instead of filling him with a sense of calm it fills him with dread. He almost lost Chris that day. And here they are again, in danger, all because of Buck.

Logically Buck knows he couldn't have predicted this. But he never should have brought Chris to his loft, just like he never should have brought Chris to the pier. He just wanted to water his fucking plants.

"Since we won't have time to make the chicken tonight, can we order in pizza?"

"Sure. And maybe we can convince your dad to let us watch the Meg."

"If both of us ask, he won't stand a chance," Chris says confidently.

Read the rest on AO3

#911 #buddie

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barbiecarlo · 10 months

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anyways now that my brain isn't leaking out of my ears anymore hi hello how are things

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megbonney · 1 year

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(rare Paranoia-Told-Me-So-Post)

if you're hypothetically stalking this because i hypothetically cut you off with no hypothetical 'reason', i hypothetically suggest you hypothetically move on 😊 i may not have been the greatest friend to you but you definitely weren't either (though your idea of a good friend is just someone who fuels your delusions). my desperation for a tiddlywink, a dash even, of respect, was admittedly pathetic. that's why i bought you so much shit - while money can buy happiness, it can't buy friendship. i would apologise for not communicating enough but it's kinda hard when it's constantly my fault. when you're made to not feel safe about something, you don't do it anymore. i would apologise for not hanging out with you enough but i was constantly too much for you: we only hung out when you had no one else. whether you disagree with me or not isn't something i give a fuck about but if you taught me one thing it's "you can't argue with feelings." so this is how i feel you treated me. i'm glad i was starting to change, not be something you liked anymore. i realise the last thing i wanted was to be anything remotely close to you. you are everything but a role model. if you were doing anything it was making me a piece of shit, giving me shitty behaviours and habits that i now have to undo. technically you did raise me, but not well. if i have to untrain my brain that getting groomed is not my fault, that should say a lot. (what kind of friend says that? a light apparently.) i should've listened when all the friends we went through said the same thing about you. i kinda wish i was smarter with you. if i had known you would've asked my best friend to stalk my instagram, told my mother about very Intimate things which was a very low blow for you, messaged my brother aswell, also someone i literally..cut off....who then told my best friend...who told me.........i woulda known what kinda person you are. but i know now! i just find your attempt to make me look slutty to the woman who birthed me kinda bold. very bold actually. lol tldr: i hate dragging shit but i'm doing this for my own closure and also because my brain tries to convince me of something and sometimes (like now) i do things. thanks for the good times, although barely any around the time i left you. i hope you don't project being a rebound onto your other friends. i'd feel bad for them. you always told me to cut off people who treat me like shit and i did, so. if i wanted to tell you to relapse i would've myself, so, wasn't me. i could've though, considering how little my wellbeing actually meant to you. you only wanted to talk to me when it conveniences you, you are the person who never asks 'how are you'. you are half the shit i've written about on here, though i never said it to your face before. this is a shitty tldr O_O we both suck in our own fruity ways but you definitely suck a lot. if you're still being a mooch/leech/emotional leech/every kind of it in 2024 i'll feel bad for the people who keep you around. if you'd like to know, i am communicating swimmingly :-) it's way easier when my friends make me feel safe! :D but srsly if you're still dragging this please get a job or do something with your chronically online life instead of smacktalking a minor, although that is what you do to everyone you know. so..so much for light. i could sit here and call you a fucking foul bitch with no future but that'd be plain rude. you can say what you want about crow and i being on good terms again but when i had to spend a year listening to a fuckin parrot in my ear i'd understandably not be the biggest fan of him. same as him not being the biggest fan of you for leaking a minors sex life to their parents. and a bunch of other shit. yeah.

#april '23 #2023

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stresspizza · 3 years

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Bully! Bakugou x reader part 2

Part 1

Where you and Bakugou's first time is spontaneous, and he takes responsibility

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex (I'm leaving it very vague, y'all get off to what u want lol), bully Bakugou isn't very much a bully anymore

- it was a very beautiful night, and you two have decided to go to the summer festival (more like he told you to go with him and u wanted to go with him, but who were you to attack his bully ego amirite LOL)

- katsuki couldn't keep his eyes off you, the moonlight shining on you wearing your yukata, your hair done differently than at school, the shiny stuff on your lips he couldn't wait to lick off

- you two walked close, and he wanted to hold your hand so bad

- but kept his hands in his pockets, a habit of being nervous

-waking around, with waves of people threatening to separate you from katsuki, he had to hold your hand ( that was his excuse atleast)

- looking at the stalls, playing games, enjoying food, he loved seeing you like this too

- smiling, because of him

- after the fireworks, he offered to walk you home, and you agree (like you had a choice tbh)

- getting home, and to your surprise, your family isn't home

- you tell him to come inside, and offer some tea while you get changed

- he sat in the living room so awkwardly

- he was getting impatient, so he walked upstairs to your room

- only to find you, the yukata erotically draped over your shoulders, struggling to get the yukata off

- and that did it for him 👁️👁️

- "you're such a tease, yeah? Wearing this out, looking all pretty" katsuki pushes you into the bed, pulling off his shirt

- he kisses you, deeply and almost desperately, tongue all over yours and teeth biting at your lips

- the lip gloss tasted good if u know what I mean 👀

- katsuki goes down to bite at your neck, enjoying your squeals and shivers as he gropes you all over

- "I've been wanting this all night," he whispers in your ear, "all year actually"

- he tore off your underwear and much to his pleasure, your leaking with anticipation

- he smirks, "guess you've been wanting this too"

- his red pupils stare down at you while he unbuckles his pants, setting his hard on free from its confines

- "tonight is the night, y/n" katsuki lines his tip to your entrance, "you're mine."

- my man's thinking with his dick and not his brain

- he shoves his cock in and groans, oh yeah, it was worth the wait

- with no one home, he encouraged you to be loud for him, his skin slapping on yours wasn't exactly quiet either LOL

- "you like that? You like your bully balls deep in your hole?"

- bro got feelings for you

- his thrusts are so intense your eyes start to water, you look up at him and he is so disheveled that you think he might be obsessed with you

- 👀 your teary eyes done did it

- katsuki shoves himself in one last time, deep inside of you, and burns you white from the inside

- a deep groan left his lips, "you're finally mine."

- he pulls out, orgasm drunk for a second, then he realizes what he did :/ banged you raw to the T, AND nutted inside

- but man, he loved this view of his cum seeping into you

- he guessed he could be ur bf 🤷

#mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #bakugo #katsuki bakugo #bakugou smut #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x oc #mha smut #bnha smut

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yuichi-ro · 3 years

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Rody Soul and pegging makes my brain mushy 🥴

he should be pegged with the upmost care and intent to utterly wreck his pretty face ♡ cw: fem!Reader, pegging, light throat fucking, overstim, cumplay, mirror fucking ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯

nonchalant 'n cute Rody with the way he's played off as coy and sealing his emotions and reactions away from you and others. Until you find the perfect way to crack that pretty face of his

nothing short of the prettiest silicone toy pressed far past his lips. Rody's teary eyes looking up at you because he kept gagging but stubbornly refused to take his lips off the toy. Pumping your strap and slurping down it's shaft like he's actually going to get anything from it. All he really gets is your praise and the gentle hand that swipes his watery eyes clear of the tears leaking down his cheeks. He isn't crying, he's just pushing himself that hard.

it's so evident how badly he wants it with his cock leaking between his legs. Cum heavy balls begging to be touched while his cock aches above. Both of them untouched by the time your strap is soaked in spit and more than ready to be used.

his face crumbling into pleasure the second you slip inside him. You could take him in missionary or doggy. Or even have him ride you. But nothing compares to the beauty of Rody's face when you fuck him in front of a mirror.

watching him push back, drool and beg for more with each snap of your hips. Fucking him until every emotion is painted across his pretty face. Brown hair pushed off his forehead so you can see him and coo in his ear about what a pretty boy he is. Leaving him squirming and fucking himself on your strap like a real slut.

hand around his cock while he does it. Pumping to the rythm of his hips on your cock. Only jerking him as quickly as he fucks himself on you. Desperate and panting. Embarrassed to look at himself in the mirror. But unable to look anywhere else.

painting that same mirror with streaks of his cum. Abusing his prostate until he's last every last drop smeared and dripping down the previously pristine mirror. His cute face painted with a pleasure drunk expression that it's impossible for you to wanna pull out of him. So you just keep fucking him until he can't stand anymore ♡ ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯

#sub bnha #sub mha #mha smut #bnha smut #rody soul smut #sub rody #rody soul x reader

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fang-natic · 3 years

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hide and seek

<omega!tsukishima x top!m reader>

author's notes: i jacked off, did some algebra, and then speedran this in three hours or something. i have two exams to prepare for. what am i doing

cw: noncon, a/b/o dynamics, locker room, semi-public, breeding, creampie, knotting, humiliation, light bondage, plugging, virginity loss, degradation, biting, mentions of blackmail at the end

He tried so hard to hide it. Took on this superior, know-it-all sporty persona and limited how many people he really talked to, but you could tell the moment you laid eyes on him. Even despite how he acted, you could tell he wasn't anything like the proud beta he claimed to be.

Maybe that's why you wanted him. You don't usually care, you're popular enough that you could have any omega you wanted, but the fact that he bothered hiding it made him desirable. That's why you corner him in the locker room one day, slamming him against the metal and kissing him before he knew what was happening, and by the time he realized you were already ripping away his shorts and boxers.

"Y/N-!" He grunts, struggling against you as you grab his small cock, tugging on it ruthlessly as he fights back a groan. "W-what are you-"

"You really thought you could hide it from me, didn't you? Tsukishima-chan," You growl, twisting your hand and making him cry out. "You're not as clever as you think, omega."

His face pales, anger and confusion getting replaced by fear in a split second. "I don't know what you're talking a-ah!" He tries to play it off, but you press a finger against his hole and he gasps, back arching. He's tight, as expected of a virgin, but he's already wet - no surprise, given how roughly you're handling him, and your pheromones that no doubt must be working against whatever suppressors he'd been using. You laugh, and press a little harder, and that little bit of pressure is all it takes for your finger to breech him. His walls clamp down on your digit, practically sucking you in, and if that wasn't just more evidence to the secret, slutty omega that he was, you didn't know what was.

The hands clawing at your shoulders aren't so much there to push you away anymore, as they are to help keep him propped up as his legs threaten to give away, leaning against the lockers with eyes closed and filthy sounds escaping his mouth. You lift up one of his thighs to give yourself more access, and thrust into him with two fingers, scissoring slowly so he can feel every inch of the stretch, can hear his own slick squelching with every slow push. Two fingers wouldn't be nearly enough to prep him, but you always liked it tight. As you press up against his prostate, his back arches, and he moans wantonly into the thankfully empty locker room.

His eyes shoot open when he hears his own whorish voice echoed back at him, and he slaps a hand over his mouth. Just as quickly, you grab his wrist and wrench it away, claiming his mouth in a rough kiss and biting his lip bloody, licking the metallic taste off of his tongue.

"Don't hold back, Tsukishima-chan," You croon as you pull away, a string of saliva still connecting to his mouth, as he blinks dumbly. "You should show off how much of a slutty omega you are. It's the least you can do after lying to everyone, isn't it?"

"M'not an omega." he insists, voice trembling.

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, right. And this little pussy isn't aching to get bred." You punctuate that sentence with a sharp press, digging into his prostate, and he actually squeals, knocking his head against the metal as you rub relentlessly at that little bundle of nerves, his tiny cock sticking straight up and leaking. You laugh, and pull your hand out in one sharp movement, before grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and dragging it up over his head, wrapping it around his wrists to keep them tied behind his back.

You turn him over, pressing his bare chest and face against the cool metal and making him yelp, gripping him by the bindings around his wrists. They're not very tight, and he could break free if he tried, but he's surprisingly pliant to your touch, and his back is flushed so prettily. His legs are weak, so you have to help prop him up with one hand on his hip.

"Still think you're not an omega?" You whisper right in his ear as you pull out your cock and line it up against his slick hole. You don't bother giving him time to reply as you force yourself in, with one powerful push. It's not easy, because you definitely didn't prepare him enough, and it's tight enough to almost hurt. But the sight of his face, his mouth dropping open in a gasp, tensing up and then going limp with pain even as his dick stayed erect, was enough to have you setting a ruthless pace. Each deep thrust slams against his prostate, rattling the metal lockers, making his eyes roll up; he couldn't even moan, and judging by the way his breathing was stuttered and erratic, you could guess that you were basically fucking the breath out of him.

"Nn-no-sto-" He manages, and you laugh and reposition your grip on his hips, driving deeper. "Hurts-"

"Don't lie to me," You snap, landing a sharp slap against his ass, and he cries out. "Look at you. You're taking me so perfectly, your tight hole is practically begging to get bred. It's practically milking me." His pale skin somehow gets even redder with your words. "You should thank me for breeding your dirty pussy. Go on, say 'thank you'."

He sinks his teeth in his bottom lip in resolute refusal. What a stubborn brat. With a growl, you land another slap against his other cheek, turning it bright red, and his shoulders actually shake with a sob, though you can feel his ass tighten up at the same time. "Well? Tsuki-chan? I can't hear you. I won't let you cum until you do." To make your point, you reach around and pinch the base of his cock, still dripping pathetically against his stomach. "Say 'Y/N-senpai, thank you for breeding my dirty pussy.' If you're so smart, you should be able to say that, shouldn't you?"

He's tearing up behind his glasses, struggling to focus on you. "Puh-please," He stammers, "I-I won't tell anyone, just-"

You click your tongue. "That's not what I told you to say," You tut, and you pull out, sitting down heavily on the bench. You drag Tsukishima down with you, positioning him so he's facing you, cupping his cheeks, and holding him over your waiting cock. "Did I already fuck the brains out of you? Last chance before I tie you up and leave you here for everyone else to find. I don't waste time with disobedient omegas like you."

He shakes in your grip, and you can tell he's having a hard time deciding what to do. Between knowing that he shouldn't be wanting this, that this should be his nightmare scenario, and the fact that he was finally allowing his omega side be satisfied for once, all those brilliant cogs in his head was burning out in a thick haze of arousal. His hips twitch downwards, his body betraying him, and tears finally spill out of his eyes.

"Th-thank you, Y/N-s-senpai," He stutters out. "For b-breeding my dirty pussy."

You smirk, and drag him down. From this position, you're able to fuck him deeper than ever, and his head shoots back in a wail as you bottom out. "That's a good boy." You wrap your arms around his waist and fuck up into him, pulling him down at the same time. His legs lock around your own waist, pulling him closer to you, and he's moaning without restraint now, fully given in to instincts and the sensation of being fucked. From this angle, you can bite marks into his collarbone and chest, and pull his nipples between your teeth, making him moan louder, drool spilling out the corner of his mouth.

When you finally cum inside him, it's enough to send him over the edge too, the sensation of hot seed filling him enough to his cock spurt over his bare stomach. He practically passes out against your chest, face nestled against your shoulder as you pull the t-shirt off of his arms, using it to wipe up the mess he left on his abdomen.

You lay him out on his back on the bench, spreading his legs apart to show off his hole, flushed and almost leaking your cum onto the wood. You chuckle, whipping out your phone to snap a few pictures of the pretty sight, before pulling a silver plug from your pocket and shoving it into his hole. You're tempted to leave him here like this, for all his teammates to find, but the whole point of blackmail was ensuring that you had all the cards to yourself first. You settle for grabbing a spare pair of shorts from your duffle and sliding them on him, before draping the soiled t-shirt over his torso.

You reach up and swipe a thumb at the corner of his eyes, beneath his glasses, clearing away the tears before you go.

#top male reader #dark content #dark fantasy #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader smut #dark haikyuu #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x reader smut #tw noncon #tsukishima x male reader #fang-natic works

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tipsydipsydo · 3 years

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The laundry hamper [M]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 2.2k

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut

AU: College AU!; Roommates2Lovers AU!; Friends2Lovers! AU

Warnings: Dirty Language + slight Dirty Talk; sweet and shy but naughty Jungkookie; Mentions of Masturbation in the shower; Scent/Smelling-Kink; Panty-Sniffing; Masturbation; slight Voyeurism; Teasing; Petnames; soft sub! Jungkook & dom! Reader undertones; Mentions of mutual Masturbation; Mentions of 69-Position

Summary: Jungkook has a crush on you since you moved together for college but the poor boy is way too shy to confess his feelings to you... rather he would search through your laundry hamper to get a shirt which smells after your very personal scent and tries to calm his racing heart... and other nerves. He didn’t thought to get catched by the person who already stole his whole heart in the most embarrassing situation...

A/N: Happy first year friendship anniversary with my dearest @borathae!! I love you to death my sweetheart and I thought today would be the perfect occasion to finally finish this Oneshot I started 10 months ago and waited to get finished until today on my IPad... especially because you was the person who gave me the inspiration to write this idea... I hope you like it!!

Status: halfway edited bc I was stressed I wouldn’t finish it on right time-

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He knows it's bad and that he shouldn't do it. Well... honestly, already before this thought, which is haunting him since two weeks, he wasn't any kind of "well mannered" anymore. ...before you apologized for taking so much space with your shower untensils in the shower basket and then decided, to take your Shampoo, Conditioner and Bodylotion to your room.

The thing you didn't know was that you took with this decision, Jungkook's one and only opportunity to properly jerk off, with you.

Why?

God, just when the poor boy thinks about it... the thought alone gives him a rosy-red blush all over his cheeks, which almost reachs his ears and leave him completely flustered and ashamed.

How to explain it... your quiet, adorably awkward and super shy roommate, who has a crush on you since two years (or even longer!) tend to use your hair shampoo as a little "fantasy kick". How could he resist the opportunity to smell something so familiar which reminds him of you, so close?

How he used it you ask yourself?

While he was showering, he sniffed on the opened lid of the shampoo bottle like a fucking dog in his rut and jerked off to the smell of English Wild Roses. Yeah, even Jungkook himself is absolutely sure that he reached a whole new level of freakiness. Who else jack themself off while sniffing on a damn hair shampoo bottle?!

Jungkook has simply a thing for scents... especially for everything that smells like you. Whenever something of you comes in contact with his nostrils, he immediately pops a boner.

Really, it's not funny anymore when you feel that your dick is going hard just from getting a whiff of your crush's parfum when they're passing by.

Anyway, not your parfum or shower utensils are giving Jungkook a problem now, it's much more your laundry hamper which suddenly developts a really strong seductive affect on him.

Both of you having a seperate laundry hamper in the shared bathroom and also a laudry bag in your room. It's easier to have these two opportunities to put your laundry than walking always with an arm full of dirty clothes through the whole apartement.

Especially when friends of the other person are over and a pair of Kook's boxer briefs or one of your bra's found their way to the floor, unnoticed. Okay, 'unnoticed' as long as one of your friends are yelling that there is dirty underwear in the hallway. Of course not without dropping some stupid and teasing comments.

Yeah, it's really better for Jungkook's and your own peace to have a laundry bag in your room and a laundry hamper in the bathroom. Even when Kookie wouldn't mind it at all to be the one who would've found your lingerie...

...and that's the point. Since this one incidence with your dessous, Jungkook is haunted by countless absolutely filthy and indecent thoughts. At first he was still able to control them and to shove them away into the last corner of his mind. But after you took your shower stuff with you to your room, these fantasies returned really, really fast and his interest in your laundry hamper grew endlessly.

It absolutely didn't help that he pretty aware of the fact that you showered just a half an hour ago.

You made yourself ready to go to the movies with some of your friends. That means, he would be completely alone for the next few hours with the clothes you've worn before and are now own your very personal scent. How the hell should he survive this silently for him screaming seduction?!

Okay, okay, even when he'd took something off your hamper... just as a hypothetisch thought... it would be definitely only something completely innocent, like a shirt or something else. Really, he just loves to smell your wonderful personal scent. It's calming his wild racing heart... and in some way his unsatisfied desires as well.

Once again he takes a glimpse through the slightly opened bathroom door into the hallway which leads to the front door. Everything is silent, he is indeed completely alone in the apartement.

Now or never. Maybe he should take one of your worn out T-Shirts you always wear for house chores and isn't one of your favourite piece of clothing anymore. Maybe then you wouldn't notice that's even gone... for a longer time.

He shouldn't debate any longer before he reverses his opinion and pull back... he would slap himself if he'd let such an opportunity slip through his fingers unused...

As soon as he opens the lid of your laundry hamper, all his 'good and pure resolutions' are thrown out of the next bathroom window. Hebshould have guessed it, he should have known it... that your underwear is the last thing you take of your body before showering. Well, in conclusion, your panties are the first piece of cloth which is greeting Jungkook's eyes.

He's gulping harshly. Fuck, his brain knows that what he's doing here is bad and dirty, that he shouldn't do it... but his body and especially his dick is literally screaming and begging him to reach out for exactly this piece of lingerie.

Those tiny little wheels starts turning in Jungkook's head when he scans through your latest outfit. He remembers which Sweater and Sweatpants you wore. How could he forget those cute socks with this adorable avocado print on them.

...but no Bra.

Fuck... Jungkook can't explain himself why he finds the thought of you, being so comfortable in your shared apartement and around him, that you decided to not wear a bra underneath and let your tits bounce around freely, so god damn attractive...

Before he even realized it, his greedy hand took your used panties already out of the laundry hamper and lets the soft fabric slip through his fingertips.

It's a plain black cotton panty with a lacey border which has a beautiful flower pattern. Others would say it's boring, unspectacular underwear but for Jungkook it's already beautiful and beyond belief sexy lingerie. To imagine that you walk casually around in those panties everyday... Jungkook feels how his dick is already leaking precum in his boxer briefs.

With every second he holds this pair of panties in his hands, his poor, needy cocks hardens even more in his grey sweats. He gulps again. He shouldn't do it... but your panties are tempting him and his short patience.

Before he can control what he's doing, his nose is already buried in this piece of cloth and takes a deep breath.

If his other hand wouldn't already disappeared beneath his waist band and squeezed the base of his cock, he would've already blown his load right here in his sweats.

He's panting, his breath fast and ragged, trying to take as much as possible of your intoxicating scent into his lungs when he yanks his sweatpants down to his knees and lays his hand in a firm grip around his red, swollen and angrily leaking cock. He's literally dripping, so it doesn't take long until his whole palm is lubed thoroughly with his own precum.

Jungkook's mind is clouded, he can't built any proper thought anymore, your delicious smell makes him salivating and he knows, he feels it in every fiber of his body, that he already got addicted to the smell of your panties... your pussy.

He can't believe that you smell so good, like that fucking good that he almost blew his load already in his pants. Untouched.

His mind is spiralling, dirty thoughts get exceeded by even more filthier ones, every secret and forbidden fantasies which he hold under control for so, so long are crashing down on him.

God, what would he do to be the lucky person who gets you on top of him, queening him, his whole face buried into your pussy, your juices smearing all over his chin and cheeks and getting a good whiff of your perfect cunt first hand. He would happily die between your legs, suffocated by your thighs which you would've squeeze so tightly around his head that it would literally crushed him. He would die as the happiest man in the whole universe.

To imagine how you'd whine, whimper and growl at him... praising him for doing so good, pleasuring you so well, tugging at his locks because you can barely handle the pleasure you receive from his tongue and lips...

His fist goes faster and faster, his wrist will hurt so bad in the exam tomorrow... but that's Jungkook tiniest problem right now, he needs to cum so fucking bad, his balls are already hard and tight, feeling like they would burst if he wouldn't cum and time soon.

"Tz, tz, tz... what do we have here? I didn't thought you'd be such a naughty boy as someone who's so sweet and shy, Jungkook... sniffing your roommates panties and jerking off to them...", you snicker and smirk, even though bis back is still facing you. The later flinchs noticeably and lets a surprised and equally terrified yelp out, almost jumping around to you.

He's trying to save to situation and his pride, throwing your panties back into your open laundry hamper and pulling his pants up as quick as possible.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, I am so, so, so, so sorry, it will never happen again, I am so sorry that you have such a disgusting roommate like me, I am so sorry, I didn't knew you'd come back so early again- oh fuck... I am so sorry, I am a disaster", Jungkook chokes out in a trembling voice and glassy eyes, a tiny little sob leaves him as well. He is truly ashamed and mortified to death.

Your heart breaks when you look at him, he looks so sorry and embarrassed, he couldn't look at himself in the mirror again. Slowly you start to shake your head 'no'.

"Oh Jungkookie, I didn't mean to shame you... I... I just was a little surprised to catch you here in the bathroom... having a little fun time with yourself... I realized halfway to the cinema that I forgot my wallet and I came back to get it... then I saw you and just wanted to tease you a little bit... ah shit- I think I just messed the things up as well... okay okay, stupid question from a stupid person who has a big, fat crush on you since months, if not even years... wouldyoumindmetohelpyoutocum?", you ramble nervously, now are your cheeks equally beet-red.

Jungkook's eyes shoot up to your face, your red cheeks, your big, questioning eyes and your lip biting is sending a new rush of exitement down to his softening cock, making him harden all over again.

"W-What? ...what?? You- you too? I-I am crushing on you since we moved in together and now you're telling me that you- ...oh my god, yes... yes... yes please... please help me. I am so needy and horny right now and your pant- you always smelled so good and it's driving me crazy... I am so horny for you, Y/N."

Jungkook couldn't control his blabbering mouth anymore, everything is just blurting out of him with such a force like the Niagara Waterfall.

You sigh in relieve and a bright smile is forming on your lips as you walk over to your crush and lay both of your hands on his cute and round cheeks, so you can look each other into the eyes.

"Jungkook, I would like to ask you if you're comfortable with the thought of me kissing you before I will... devour you?"

Just to hear the two words 'devour you' out of your mouth made his knees almost buckle. His head is moving by itself, nodding vehemently. But to his confusion you're shaking your head no.

"Babyboy, I need your verbal confirmation. Consent is key, alright?", you say in a gently yet firm voice.

Oh God, you'll be his death... calling him 'Babyboy' alone made a whimper slips past his lips which is why you hum very appreciately.

"Oh God, yes, yes, yes... please... please kiss me and devour me, Mistress- ugh, s-sorry, I- I didn't mean to say that", Jungkook coughs out all flustered again, don't dare to look you in the face.

Such a good, perfect babyboy he is already for you.

"Don't be shy, Baby... I like the title you gave me. When you like it, you can continue to address me with 'Mistress'. ...what about we change our location to your or my bedroom? I'd love to let you smell and taste my pussy... not just through worn fabric. I would take great care of your aching cock... I saw how swollen, red and leaking it was already. What about you eat me out while I take your cock into my mouth and jerk you off with the panties I wear right now. Hm, sounds good?

Jungkook's head is already spinning again when your lips finally meet, your mouth and tongue already taking the control over him and devouring him.

Yes, you'll be definitely the death for him.

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sugarmaplewings-fics · 4 years

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Deep Blue Fantasy Part Three

Pairing: Merman!Tamaki Amajiki x fem!reader

Warnings: Uhh . . . sexual tension? Idk how to describe it. I guess this is the most PG-13 bit of it but there’s nothing too crazy

{Pt. 1} {Pt. 2} {Pt. 3} {Pt. 4} {Pt. 5} {Pt. 6} {Pt. 7}

くコ:彡くコ:彡くコ:彡くコ:彡

You made your way down the familiar rolling hill that led to the ocean, inhaling the briny air. The winds whipped your hair around your face haphazardly, tossing it as they pleased. You scrunched up your nose and tried to spit the stray strands out of your mouth, which proved to be a struggle.

Trying to tame your now spit covered (H/C) hair, you allowed your feet to sink into the black sand. You reveled in the feel of it squishing and shifting between your toes.

Waves noisily crashed over the black rocks, rougher today than they were normally. The wind was stronger than usual, and you expected a storm was on its way, judging by the gray look taking over the sky. You frowned at the wind, wishing it could be a nicer day when something caught your eye.

Pale skin contrasted the black sand it was lying on, dark water crashing around a pair of shoulders.

You knew how dangerous the waters could be, especially on a day like today. It was forbidden to step foot in the ocean; your father never let you or anyone else forget it. But there was clearly something wrong, so you risked coming closer for a better look.

A man roughly your age was lying on his back, partially submerged in the water that curled and fell over him. You realized, to your further shock and horror, that this man was completely naked.

His eyes were shut and you couldn't tell if he was breathing or not. An odd necklace laid against his bare chest, somehow miraculously staying on after the apparent chaos he had been through. What was he doing out here? Was he some castaway washed up on shore? Was he some idiot who had decided to go skinny dipping at a bad time?

You decided none of it mattered as you knelt next to him, finally giving up on trying to keep your skirts out of the water.

You put a finger under his nose, checking for breath. To your relief, a warm cloud collected between you. So he was alive, if only faintly. You tried shaking his shoulder, wondering if you could wake him up. His skin was cold, so cold, just touching it made you shiver.

No matter how hard you shook him, he wouldn't stir, making you worry. Finally you dragged him further out of the water, taking off your jacket and draping it over him, hoping to provide some warmth.

"I'll be right back," you whispered, standing up again in order to race home to find help.

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Tamaki blinked his eyes open, light bleeding into the crack of his vision. It was too bright, and his head hurt. His whole body throbbed and tingled and something about him felt . . . different.

He was laying on something very soft and wrapped in layers of coverings, which trapped in his heat nicely. Where was he?

His memory suddenly flooded back to him, the necklace, the waves . . . his legs.

Tamaki's eyes snapped the rest of the way open, cringing at the onslaught of light. He was in some kind of room, bathed in afternoon sunlight. It was relatively simple, only holding a bookcase, a wardrobe, and a small vanity table. He had never before seen so many warm shades, marveling at how much yellow could be picked up by his eyes.

He lifted the blanket off of him, cold air rolling over his brand new legs. He was wearing another type of covering over the lower half of his body, these loose-fitting and a light blue color. They obstructed the view of his legs, only showing him his bare feet. Tamaki bunched some of the fabric in his hand, twisting it slightly in curiosity. He then experimentally bent his knee, straightening and bending it again until finally taking his foot into his hand. Tamaki brushed his fingertips over his toes, spreading and curling them. He finally allowed a small smile onto his face. He'd done it. He had legs.

Tamaki suddenly noticed something about his thoughts. They had changed slightly. It was still him thinking them, yet they felt almost foreign. He was thinking in . . . words. That's what they were called. He was used to forming sounds in his mind, but generally he used pictures to think. Now they flowed silently in individual sounds, each one with its own meaning. A new one would appear every now and then, and Tamaki would just sort of know what it meant.

Before he could start unpacking his new mental system, a noise drifted into his ears. It reminded Tamaki of singing, but this was distinctly less musical. Could these be words except . . . spoken? The knob on the door shook, the sound coming from the other side. The door swung open, causing Tamaki's breath to catch in his throat.

You walked in, followed by a woman who appeared to be a few years your senior. You wore a light-colored sundress and a glittering circlet was delicately placed atop your head. Tamaki noticed how your (H/L) (H/C) hair gently bobbed and flowed as you walked. He'd known you were pretty, but he'd never seen you this close before, and he made a point to memorize every feature of your face which until now, he'd only caught glimpses of from afar.

The woman behind you was speaking, her hands wringing her skirt. "—princess, please. This isn't—"

"Oh! You're awake!" You met Tamaki's eyes, your face melting into a heart-stopping smile.

Princess? What's a princess? Tamaki wondered.

Your face suddenly went serious, almost frowning at him. Tamaki fought the urge to shrink back from your gaze, unsure of what he'd done to evoke such an expression. "Brianne, could you give us a moment?" you requested of the woman behind you, your eyes never leaving Tamaki's. "Since my father is away for the week, it is my duty to deal with him."

Brianne sighed, releasing her dress. "Very well, then." She stepped out of the room, closing the door after her.

You crossed the room, bringing yourself a few paces away from Tamaki's bed. You folded your arms in front of your chest, quirking an eyebrow at him. "Do you realize—" you spoke, your voice smooth and even, curiously filling Tamaki's ears in a way he was unaccustomed to, "—that swimming on that beach is forbidden?"

Tamaki frowned, taken aback. The beach?

You must have seen the look of confusion written across his face, because you relaxed slightly. "Sir, are you from this island?"

Tamaki shook his head, answering truthfully.

You uncrossed your arms, resting a hand on your hip. The gentle smile returned to your face, making Tamaki marginally less tense. "So you are a castaway. Your ship must have gotten stuck in another storm." You glanced out the window that was leaking sunlight into the room. "You were out nearly all day. You missed the storm we had over here. But the sun's out now."

Tamaki couldn't take his eyes off you. He wanted to ask you so many things, to tell you how much he admired you, but nothing would take hold in his mind.

You finally looked back to Tamaki, your eyebrows creasing in concern. "You don't talk much. You aren't going into shock, are you?"

You closed the distance between him and yourself, resting a warm hand on his forehead. He stiffened at your touch, explosions of feeling firing off in his chest.

"I did find you half-drowned and naked on my beach. I'm glad you don't feel so cold anymore."

Tamaki frowned at your words, focusing on one which was foreign to him. He decided to experiment with his voice, his throat bobbing as he swallowed nervously.

"N-naked?" he asked, the word finally sliding over his tongue. It felt odd, using his voice like this to communicate, but sound was able to travel differently through air than it did in the water.

You blushed, averting your eyes to the floor. "The wreck must have torn off your clothes or something. We-we gave you some pants." You bit your lip, embarrassed by the subject matter.

Tamaki fiddled with his pants again, the new word bouncing around his brain as he twisted the cloth between his fingers. Now that he thought about it, humans did have a strange obsession with hiding their bodies from each other. The merpeople didn't really practice the custom, although Tamaki knew some of the mermaids liked to wear decorative pieces tied around their chests; anything from shells to seaweed. He'd even seen someone sporting a discarded man-made flag.

"You s-saved me." Tamaki finally said, turning back to you. "I thought I was going to die." His words were coming easier now, formed in his head and then shaped by his tongue. "Thank you."

You smiled. "I didn't really do anything. I just found you." You extended a hand. "I am Princess (F/N) (L/N) of the Islands of Thapia, it's a pleasure to meet you."

There it was again; princess. Tamaki decided not to ask, in case he ended up looking like an idiot. It couldn't be anything too important, although the way you said it almost made him wonder . . . .

"I'm Tamaki Amajiki." I've been watching you for the past two months, and I might be in love.

"Where are you from?"

Tamaki sighed, uncertain of how to answer. "Far away from here."

He vowed to himself to tell you, but now wasn't the time.

Your gaze slipped down to his chest, admiring the necklace that hung from his neck. "I like your necklace. Where did you get it? Is it a family heirloom?"

Tamaki brought his fingers up to it, subconsciously fiddling with the shell. "I'm borrowing from this lady."

"A lady?" Your eyebrow shot up again. "Got someone back home?"

Tamaki jolted at your words, his hand flying from the necklace. "No! It's just me."

"Just you?"

The raven-haired man swallowed and nodded.

"Well," you said, straightening, "since you weren't breaking the safety laws and you clearly aren't from around here, I am making it my personal responsibility to care and provide for you until you are ready to return to your home.

Tamaki blinked. "You'd do that?"

You shrugged. "Where else are you going to stay? Besides, I get lonely here and you seem like a nice person."

You thought he was nice? He might cry at the thought.

"Would you like anything?" you continued. "A meal? More blankets?"

Tamaki bit his lip, suddenly noticing how his stomach clenched around nothing at your words. How had he not noticed how hungry he was? "Some food would be nice. Please."

You smiled and nodded. "I figured as much. I'll get Brianne right on that."

You ducked out of the room and Tamaki waited patiently in his bed, tapping his fingers together when something caught his attention. A dark form had moved from behind the glass of the window. Tamaki had never seen anything like it, wondering how he hadn't noticed the clear panes before. He stared outside, watching as leaves on a tree shook with an invisible breeze, another form darting through the air into his vision again. He now recognized the creature as a bird, however, he was used to the larger, white sea birds that he would always find when he came up to the surface. This one was so dark and compact, and Tamaki found himself finding it cute.

He watched it intently as it fluttered about, poking around in the grass for a stray worm. Its activities intrigued him so much he barely noticed the time passing, jumping when he heard his door swing open.

You strode in, carrying a tray laden with food. "Hi, again. I'm back." You set the tray on Tamaki's lap and grabbed a chair from the other end of the room, pulling it up beside the bed so you could converse.

"Th-thank you," Tamaki said, looking down at the bowl that was before him.

"You're welcome!" you beamed. "You just missed lunch, so we still had some stew left over. Our chef is really nice and he warmed some up for you! I'll have to take you to meet him later." You gasped at a new thought. "I should take you on a tour! I'm sure you'll like it here. I don't get visitors much, it's usually just the same islanders. Aren't you hungry?"

You had noticed Tamaki hadn't touched his food yet.

"Sorry! I was just, um, distracted . . . ." It was the truth, watching you talk was like some kind of dream to him. The way your mouth moved intrigued him, holding your smile through your words. There was something so indescribably enrapturing to him as he watched you. He felt like he could listen to you all day.

Listening to you . . . . That was right. Your voice. Tamaki had to figure out how to ask you to sing for him so he could finally hear it up close, untarnished by distance and wind.

Now wasn't the time, though. Tamaki's stomach painfully reminded him. The only problem was . . . what was he supposed to do? At home, he was used to being able to eat everything with his hands. But this was obviously a liquid, and something told him just shoving his fingers in wasn't the answer.

He swept his gaze over the tray, his eyes landing on a little slice of another foreign item to him. It had a tan crust, with a light, almost fluffy center. He picked it up, throwing multiple glances over to you in case you made a face to signal he was doing something wrong. Tamaki held it to his nose and sniffed. It smelled . . . good. Really good. He dunked it in the stew and brought it back out, lifting it up to his mouth and licking off some of the broth.

Flavors unlike anything he'd ever experienced before exploded in his mouth, and he found himself biting off some of the disc he'd dipped in it. This was another flavor, a little plain with the faintest hints of sweet. Tamaki happily chewed, already trying to figure out how to consume it all as fast as he could.

"You like the bread?" you asked, noticing his overjoyed expression. "I baked it this morning, with some help from Brianne. Brianne's my handmaiden, by the way. You've seen her, right? She was with me when I walked in the first time."

Tamaki looked over and nodded, thinking back to the older, somewhat heavy-set blonde woman from before.

You went on, beginning to explain your nearly perfected technique for baking bread. Tamaki tried to follow what you were saying, but it was difficult when he didn't even know half the terms you were using. Oven? Yeast? Dough? Tamaki could never have imagined how vastly different his world was from yours.

All too soon, he finished his 'bread', or at least, he was pretty sure it was bread. He frowned a little, disappointed, until his eyes alighted on another object on the tray. He picked it up, instantly feeling that it was metal. He used it to scoop up some of the chunks of meat and vegetables, finding them even better than the thick broth he'd been eating before.

He finished the last of what was in his bowl, a new sense of satisfaction settling in his stomach. But something else was tickling the back of his throat. He felt almost dry. He looked over to another bowl-like object on the tray, this one cylindrical and tall. He picked it up, seeing liquid inside.

It was water, it had to be, due to how clear it was. But the memory of seawater gushing into his mouth only a few hours before made him hesitate. He'd hated the salty taste of the ocean. Did humans actually drink that stuff? Tamaki tipped it towards his face, cautiously dipping his tongue into the water. This surprised him; it wasn't salty at all. It was clear and nearly tasteless, but somehow so deliciously satisfying.

He downed the whole thing in a matter of swallows, which you noticed, making you stop in your impromptu bread lecture. "You must be pretty dehydrated," you said sympathetically. "You swallowed a lot of seawater out there. And threw up a lot of seawater too. You're lucky you survived. Our shores alone would be enough to kill you. I can't even imagine floating out at sea." You studied him, a light of what looked almost like respect and intrigue flickering behind your eyes.

Tamaki's cheeks heated, feeling guilty that he was slightly misleading you. He had a month, he told himself. He'd tell you who he was and why he came. He just felt like he could adjust a little more first. Make sure you liked his presence before dumping ancient forbidden secrets upon you. Yeah, that seemed best.

"Are you still thirsty?" you asked Tamaki, jolting him out of his thoughts. "I can get you some more water. In fact, you can come with me if you want! I'll take you on that tour I mentioned. Ooh, I can show you the whole town! Maybe tomorrow, though, it's getting late. Come on." You pulled the now empty tray off his lap and set it on a table beside his bed, next walking to the wardrobe and pulling out another article of clothing. You laid it out on the bed, looking to Tamaki expectantly.

His brain took a moment to catch up, suddenly realizing you wanted him to stand. He'd never done that before. Tamaki squinted down at the floor, wondering why it had to be so far away. Finally he swung his legs over the side of the bed, sliding forward until his feet hit the cold wood below. He quickly pulled them back up, sensitive to the temperature.

You winced. "Sorry about that. I'll try to find you some shoes. Maybe my dad has some that are too small. You can come with me and check."

Shoes? Jeez, for all they did, humans almost seemed fragile. Tamaki lowered his feet back to the floor, now anticipating the gentle cold sting against his bare skin. He slowly raised himself, wobbly balancing on them. He was doing it! He was standing! On land!

Now walking. One in front of the other, right? Tamaki eagerly shifted his weight to one foot, maybe a little too excited. He toppled into you, and you just barely managed to steady him in your arms.

"Woah, there, slow down," you said, suppressing a chuckle at his now beet-red face. "I get it. You probably haven't gotten your land legs back yet. I've met the trading sailors."

His land legs? Sure, that was it. He just needed to develop them.

"Here, you can lean on me," you said. "You've been through a lot, I understand."

Tamaki carefully straightened, gripping your shoulder to steady himself. He tried for another step, this time more careful. You shuffled forward with him, helping as he put weight on his foot.

A step. His first step! Tamaki could flip—or, he would if he were underwater. Trying to do a quick somersault here could only end in disaster. Tamaki went for another step, then another, finding a rhythm to it quickly.

"There you go," you praised, your voice so quiet and genuine as you smiled up at him, gently guiding him around the room. It was only now that Tamaki realized how much taller he was than you. He could probably put his chin on the top of your head if he wanted to. You were so small, it made an odd feeling of wanting to protect you wash over him.

He suddenly realized he had frozen, staring at you. His cheeks warmed yet again and he glanced back down to his new bare feet. You had been staring back, but him breaking the connection of your gaze had jolted you back to reality. A very . . . touchy reality.

You only now realized just how much of his bare side was pressed up against you, and heat rose to your own cheeks. "Uh—shirt. Bed. I put a shirt ON the bed. It's for you." You tried to pull away from the man beside you, but he wasn't prepared and pitched to the side, forcing you to hug him again in order to prevent him from falling. "This is awkward, I'm so sorry," you said, suddenly beginning to trip over your words. "It's my fault. I'll—"

You tried to pull away again, gently this time, until Tamaki seized your hand in his. "It's okay," he said, looking into your eyes with sincerity. "I don't mind."

You swallowed, really wishing he was wearing that shirt right about now. Only because, a small part of you was glad he wasn't. You had to physically restrain your eyes from roving over him more than you already had.

Stop it. This is foolish, you chided yourself. The mind of a future queen of the Thapian Isles has no business in gutters like these.

And yet, the way your chest was squished against his, the way his pants were slung so low on his hips . . . the sudden memories of how he'd looked, sprawled out on that beach—

"Um, Princess?"

You hadn't even heard the door click open—maybe you hadn't shut it all the way—but the voice of your handmaiden made both you and Tamaki jolt.

"Brianne!" you said, your voice embarrassingly squeaky as you let go of your grip on Tamaki's hand and waist, jumping away from him.

He instinctively threw out his arms, balancing himself on his own.

You walked back to the bed, yanking the white linen shirt off its hanger and going back to thrust the article into Tamaki's arms.

"What were you two—"

"We were about to go get a drink!" you said, turning so you missed the deeply confused expression Tamaki gave the shirt as he held it up to examine it. "Then I was thinking I could show him around the chateau. You know, since he's going to be here for . . . a while I guess. How long until the boats back to the mainland get here?"

"It'll be another month or two," Brianne said, still looking between you and Tamaki suspiciously.

"Yep," you said, turning to find Tamaki holding the shirt upside down. "Here," you said, taking it from him. "These darn buttons always get me—" Your voice raced a mile a minute as you began to fumble with the buttons, still flustered from your interruption in such a position. "The traders just left last week," you explained, keeping your eyes glued to the shirt as you busied your fingers. "You just missed them. We're stuck here until they come back, so you'll have to deal with me until then, I guess."

The final button came free and the shirt fell open. You gave it a quick shake for good measure and offered an armhole to Tamaki. He stared at it for a moment before hesitantly putting his arm in the sleeve, letting you pull it around behind him. He shrugged it the rest of the way on, unused to the feeling of being wrapped in so much fabric.

He left it open before you frustratedly sighed, still shaken from earlier. You began to button the shirt closed, nimble fingers directing them into their respective slots with practiced ease. Tamaki watched, trying to memorize your movements so he might recreate them later.

"Alright, you ready?" you asked him. Brianne still stood in the doorway, watching your every move.

Tamaki nodded.

"Then come on! I want you to meet everyone!"

You grabbed his hand, spinning around to pull him out the door, forgetting his leg issues. A weight crashed into you from behind and the two of you toppled to the floor, Tamaki now sprawled on top of you.

"Princess . . . ." Brianne shook her head, grinning. She finally uncrossed her arms and departed from the doorway, leaving the two of you alone to right yourselves.

...

To be continued . . . .

くコ:彡くコ:彡くコ:彡くコ:彡

[Part Four]

Author's Note:

Finally! Our Tamibaby is on land! This chapter was so much fun to write. I tried to figure out how to work in some se—uh, tension in here, some ROMANTIC tEnSiOn (If you get that reference, then five stars for you). I hope it got a giggle out of you. It's been a while since I've really been able to stretch my author muscles. Tamaki is a bean as always and I love writing for him. I'm also enjoying this version of y/n. I think she's turning out really well.

Anyway, it's 3 AM and I need to go to bed. In case you were wondering, I totally did not have a quick crisis on how to spell the word 'busied'. And I also most certainly did not accidentally type 'Tamale' instead of 'Tamaki' and then spent five minutes laughing about it.

Yeah, I'm sleepy, so I'm gonna go.

Good night/morning/afternoon,

-Sugar

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ceroswrites · 5 years

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H-hhhhhh hey bby um so this isn't necessarily alphabet stuff but can I get some headcanons for Kiri and Dabi with an s/o who has a really hard time sleeping?? (I need to take a nap but I cannot-)

Scenarios || “s/o having a hard time sleeping”

author’s notes: i got you babey have a good nap 💕

Dabi

Your bedroom is dyed with a nautical blue atmosphere, lights steadily leaking in from the slanted blinds, eagerly creeping forward like the bud of a plant sprouting from the sidewalk towards the sunlight. Your aching tired eyes dart around the room as if it can find your missing rest in the shadows. You fight the urge to grab for your phone again, watching it’s blinking light beckon you to what you know must be some worthy notifications. The clock reads 2:00 am in bold red letters and the time is inching ever so slowly towards the next minute.

Then, the minute after that.

And then, the minute after that.

It has been a very, very long night. You fight the urge to reach for your phone again, fingers twitching ever so lightly.

You’ve been so restless all day, if anything, you thought you’d be ready to head off into the dreamland-especially with Dabi’s comforting presence beside you. He’s sleeping on his back, head thrown back into a fluffy pillow and mussed ebony locks even more disheavled from his slumber. He would never say admit it forthright but, he always slept better with you at his side. You’re soft and warm in a way that he hasn’t known for an incredibly long time. The scarred arm lounging across your waist pulls you in closer, to which you happily comply. You try to bury yourself deeper into his chest with as minimal movement as possible so you do not wake him.

Unfortunately for you, Dabi is a light sleeper.

The hand idling on your hip jerks momentarily, his calloused fingertips grazing along a revealed patch of skin on your hip. You fail to fight the following shudder that comes from his accidental contact, even just the slightest brush from him had you bursting with goosebumps. If he had noticed, he doesn’t make a comment on it-but, then again, Dabi is well aware of the affect he has on your body.

You shift your head up to catch a glimpse of his pierced face. Perhaps he’s not entirely awake...?

A single, weary eye cracks open to peer at you, a sliver of turquoise shining brightly regardless of the darkness surrounding. No, he’s very much awake.

He stares at you for a moment, as if to take in his surroundings and recall where he is-you don’t miss the way his eyes dart towards the same clock that you've been watching all evening. Eventually, he tiredly drawls out in a husky tone of voice, “You’re moving too much.”

He was certainly always to the point, even if it was far too blunt, but you were used to deciphering the actual meaning behind his deadpan words.

Shuffling your legs underneath the blanket, you fight the urge to flinch from the cold bite of the metal piercings lodged in his skin.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur as you trail a finger along imaginary routes on his open chest, “I’m trying to fall asleep but...”

“Try harder.”

Dabi releases his lax hold from your hip and torpidily pulls himself away from your warm body, rolling over to lay on his side and revealing his marred back at you.

You huff incredulously at his dark silhouette before quickly turning yourself away from him, sudden disruptive movements be damned. Two could play that at that game. You don’t need him to get to sleep! ...even if he does run warm enough to be a human-sized electric blanket that puts regular non-human blankets to shame.

With an aggressive tug, you struggle to wrap the blanket around yourself and wriggle like an excited worm into the sheets of the bed in search of a semblance of warmth. Was your room always so cold...?

You look at the clock once again. Your eyes find an interesting path that goes along the walls, then to the furniture, then to the illuminated window. You listen to the hum of a lonely car riding past and the faint ba-dum of the heart in your chest hard at work.

Was your room always this...empty? Or was that the overwhelming gloom that could only be born in the dead of the night? Were the shadows lurking in the crevices of the walls growing larger or was your tired, over-imaginative mind only deceiving you? You shuffle your legs anxiously and gave the clock one more glance, watching as the red brick-shaped numbers continue to taunt you.

“You’re still moving. Why? What could possibly be bothering you?” Dabi dryly deadpanned from his side of the bed, his voice breaking the silence and pulling you out of your trance.

“...It’s kind of scary in here at night.”

“I can assure you I’m scarier than anything out there.”

“...The clock is broken.”

“It’s only been five minutes. Your eyes are the only broken thing around here.”

You pause momentarily before whispering, “...I’m cold.”

The words are all eagerly devoured by the nighttime and then, the room returns to it’s dark, vacant and hungry state as it waits on baited breath for what will happen next.

You’re caught off guard when then bed abruptly dips and sways, letting out quiet creaks in protest from the janky movement spawning from the other side of it.

Dabi slides in next to you, navigating the best way to intertwine his legs with yours-and it feels like placing that long awaited final piece of an 1,000 jigsaw puzzle, enjoying that rush of completion when it finally falls into place. He clicks his tongue as you press your back into him and listlessly mumbles, “You’re so spoiled, you insufferable brat.”

“You’re cold, huh?” He taunts with his face in the crook of your neck, you shiver from the chill of his mouth piercings gliding along sensitive skin as he rasps. It doesn't help much that his monotone voice echoes throughout your body or that his eyelashes flutter behind your ear.

A leathery hand travels down the contours of your body, leaving not a single inch of skin untouched or a hairbump unraised. You let out a hushed whine to which he replies with a drawn-out shuuush and a mocking, “I’m helping you get warm.”

It comes to rest at your lower stomach and you can feel his own clamorous heartbeat through the palm, his thumb slowly circling on your skin with a mind of it's own. His other hand roams its way to the front of you and makes its home right atop your ribcage.

You’re so distracted that you don’t notice it at first-you’re far more occupied with him at the moment-a slow creeping warmth growing underneath your skin and it instantaneously reminds you of kisses from the sun so graciously dappled across your face when you bask in it’s light.

A finger dances between the area of your breastbone with a muted turquoise glow, leaving no skin untouched nor cold. The fire from Dabi’s hands is small and benign, the light barely leaking from under the blankets and yet...the darkness in the bedroom seems to flee back into itself and the walls don’t feel so compact anymore.

“Finally. Now, go to sleep,” Dabi rasps in your ear, but his voice is beginning to sound to far away to be sure...

You let out a soft, weary sigh as your eyelids finally begin to feel heavy, the familiar sirensong that is sleep reaching you loud and clear once more as the clock reaches 2:10 am.

Eijirou Kirishima

It was a wonder that you ever managed to even sleep with him in the same bed.

You knew that Eijirou was an exceptionally wild sleeper, you’ve felt him nudge and bump into you more than enough times from your own slumber. But, now that you were sitting there wide awake...you were starting to get a good idea for just how much movement he was capable of in a single night.

And the answer? Way too much.

So far, he had rolled himself over and over around six times, then the leg streching whenever his postion was getting too stale-can’t forget how he also kept locating your leg with scary accuracy and never failing to ram into it with his knee-was about to reach the double digits pretty soon, and his arm couldn’t seem to decide if it wanted to rest on the pillow or on you and was currently giving your chest its second trial run. It’s not like you were keeping count or anything.

Sleeping with Eijirou was like sharing a bed with a big dog that didn’t seem to realize it was a little puppy anymore and did, infact, take up a very large amount of space. Your golden retriever of a boyfriend was spread eagle and you were bundled up, trying to occupy as little room as possible while you pressured your brain to start resting.

You stare up at the ceiling despite how much your worn out eyes protest. It was hard to see anything in the darkened room, but it didn’t stop you from trying to find something to look at. It wasn’t as if you were heading to sleep anytime soon. You let your mind wander to just about anything it wanted to-visualing interesting patterns on the walls, what sounded good for breakfast tomorrow, how work could possibly be-however, sleep continued to elude you in the far corner of your mind.

As your mind continued to wonder further and further away, you felt the faint edge of sleep right within the grasp of your fingers and if you reached just a little farther...maybe, just maybe, you could fall asleep. Your eyes finally closed. Then, Eijirou’s knee found a new resting spot right in the small of your back.

“Oh my god!” You hiss quietly, guiding his knee out of your space, “Eiji, you can’t be serious!”

And of course, all the movement happening in the world right now-even the slight rotation of the whole planet Earth-wasn’t nearly enough to wake him, but one single prod from you was more than enough to bring him to the waking world.

He lets out a loud and drowsy yawn, his jagged teeth flashing as he rolls onto his back. He cracks open blurry carmine eyes and squints at your dark silhouette, trying to adjust his vision to the darkness.

“Mmm...babe? What’s up?” He groggily stumbles over his words, like a drunk fresh out of a bar after the last call. You exhale and spin over to face him, exhaustion clear on your face.

“I can’t sleep,” you grumble under your breath, wondering if you should tell Eijirou he’s the reason you’re having trouble.

Kirishima pauses for a moment as he processes your words at a speed equal to an early age internet web browser. You can hear the gears practically turning in his head. To your surprise, the redhead jumps up out of the blankets with a determined grin on his face.

“Don’t worry, babe! I’ve got the perfect cure,” He announces at a loud and unacceptable volume for 5:45 in the morning, “I’ll be right back! Don’t go anywhere!”

“Where would I literally go?” Your words don’t even reach his ears as he’s already racing out of the room to do goodness knows what.

You take this opportunity to strech out across the whole bed and your aching limbs cheer happily as the blood rushes throughout them once more. You wiggle yourself deeper into the warm sheets Eijirou left behind and nuzzle your face in the cushy pillow closest to you, his scent-heavy petrichor-invades your senses and let out a happy sigh.

You begin to feel it again, that fuzzy familiar hold of sleep beginning to descend over you like a soft, pink summer cloud. However, the cloud evaporates as Kirishima returns to the room as loudly as he exited before.

“Alright! Here, try this!” He eagerly offers as he carefully eases himself onto the bed, a large mug cusped in his hands like a precious cargo. He gestures for you to sit up so he could hand it to you and you let out a long groan as you did so, upset to leave the comfortable spot behind.

You peek over the rim of the cup, watching the faint wafts of steam and ask, “What is it...?”

“Hot cocoa!” He visibly preens for a moment before his face drops, “Wait, did you want the marshmallows? Did I put too many?”

“It’s fine, Eiji,” You assure him as you bring the rim to your lips to drink despite his panicked warnings that it was still hot. It burned your tongue, naturally, but the pain was unnoticeabe underneath the sweetened, velvety taste of rich chocolate. You lick your lips to clean up a stray smear of whipped cream and let out a relaxed sigh.

“Someone looks like they really liked it~,” Kirishima hums as you stare dazedly into the distance, “I’m glad, yeah? It’s what my mom would make for me when I couldn’t sleep.”

“Remind me to thank her next time we go over for dinner, please and thank you,” you mumble into your cup as you finish it off and hand it back to him.

You wearily sink back into the covers and close your eyes, ready to find that sleepy feeling once more and continue what you started. The bed bounces as Eijirou leaves to take the dirty dish away and you relish the open space for your legs once more.

The soft, pink cloud returns without struggle with even more clouds in tow this time, surrounding you with warmth as you begin to further drift away into the sweet release of unconsciousness. Wait...were you actually getting warmer?

You peek open a single eye to find Eijirou tucking a toasty blanket around your frame. It was unexpectedly warm with the faint aroma of lavender...almost like...

“Did you...put this in the dryer?” You sleepily asked, voice muffled from the mass of comfort encompassing you.

He laughs-god, you loved his laugh, your heartbeat picks up in your chest at the sound of it-as he slides into the bed with you, throwing his arms around you to pull you closer to his own heated body. You could feel vibrations as he speaks, “Just put it in for a little bit. I heard this helps too.”

“It does,” you manage to whisper as your thoughts start to blank and your body grows heavy in his solace, “I love you, Eijirou.”

“I love you, too.”

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katharaya · 6 years

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Uy, opm Okay pero how about something written with a few lines from "Sa Ngalan ng Pag-ibig" by December Avenue as a prompt naman (sorry po natuwa kasi may nag anon nung isa)

okay but for real tho, this song is like. prime Drunk Karaoke™ music, just sayin

u didn’t specify a pairing, sooo here’s some one-sided asra/muriel, with mentions of asra/rei. pre-game angst, angst, and more angst.

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If only you had been able to seethe sadness in your smileThat one morning you did not returnWake up now, so you can finally seeThe sweetness of those times from a yesterday that won’t return

—

“Muri,” Asra’s voice calls out in the dark of the hut. “You awake?”

Muriel turns on the bed, making it creak beneath his weight instead of answering. From his pile of furs and pillows in the corner, Asra’s eyes shine like little moons in the light leaking from the window above the door.

“So,” Asra says, propping himself up on an elbow, “Rei—” Muriel stiffens at the sound of her name, and almost misses the rest of Asra’s sentence, “—asked me to move into the shop.”

A beat.

“… is she leaving.”

“What?” Asra’s hair bounces when he startles, his curls flopping over his forehead. “No, I'm—I’ll be moving in with her.”

Another purposely-obtuse beat.

“… is she sick.”

“No, she’s not,” Asra says, always good-natured, always patient. “She just—asked.”

“Why.”

“Well, because—” Muriel sees Asra’s fingers moving in the moonlight, picking at a stray thread on the corner of one of his many, many pillows. “—'cause we're—y'know—”

Muriel knows. He does. And he’s happy for Asra, truly.

(But being happy for Asra and being happy about it are two very different things.)

“When are you leaving?” Muriel asks, and he hopes Asra does not know how much those words cost him.

Asra flops back down onto the pillows, his teeth flashing white in the moonlight as he grins at him, though Muriel knows Asra can’t see him across the room, hidden by the shadows as he is. Good. It means Muriel doesn’t have to control his face as he listens to the sound of his impending solitude.

“Well, tomorrow, I thought,” Asra says, rolling onto his back, tucking an arm beneath his head. “I’ll start moving my things over bit by bit, and then I’ll spend the night there, but I’ll be coming back here the next few days to get the rest of my stuff.” Asra tilts his head at Muriel and smiles, but Muriel knows the light in Asra’s eyes belongs to someone else. “So you’ll still be seeing a lot of me.”

Muriel grunts, then shifts, earning him a soft whuff from Inanna as she’s roused from her sleep at the foot of the bed. He stills, letting her settle, and tries to imprint the image of Asra’s moonlit smile in his mind, for safekeeping.

“I’m worried about you, though,” Asra continues, voice going soft. (The sound reminds him, strangely, of the sea.) “Will you be okay?”

(Or not so strange. It reminds him of a smaller Asra, a younger Asra, a not-yet-in-love Asra, who only cared about Faust, and mealtimes, and magic, and Muri, Muri, Muri.)

“… yeah.”

“You sure? Maybe—”

“Are you happy?” Muriel asks, before Asra can second-guess himself, before he can put Muriel’s happiness above his own.

“What?”

“Are you happy.”

“I—yes,” Asra says, voice going softer still. It’s the voice of an older Asra, a more-in-love-than-ever Asra. “I'm—I’m really, really happy.”

“Then,” Muriel says, “I am, too.” (It is only half a lie.) “I’ll be fine.”

Muriel closes his eyes, but he can still hear Asra’s smile when he says, “Thanks, Muriel.”

Muriel grunts again. He hears Asra shift, hears the rustling of fabric as Asra settles onto his side with a pillow under his arm, the way he always sleeps.

“Night, Muri.”

He lets it echo in his mind, the words bouncing around until it gets tucked away into his long-term memory with all the other Good night Muri’s from over the years. Night, Muri; Night, Muri; Night, Muri.

It’s the last one he’ll hear for a long while, he thinks. He wants it to last.

“Night,” Muriel says, and hopes morning never comes.

—

It does, of course, and not even a full hour after the sun has cleared the horizon, Asra is already packed and dressed, standing in the open doorway.

“—come back for more of my stuff tomorrow,” he’s saying. Muriel nods, only half listening. Asra looks so bright in the sunlight, Muriel feels like he should cover his eyes. He doesn’t. He looks at Asra and tries to imprint this memory of him, too.

“—should come visit,” Asra continues, turning to look straight at Muriel. “I’m sure Rei would love to have you over.”

Muriel just shrugs. “Maybe,” is all he allows, but Asra smiles anyway like he’d agreed all the same.

(In truth, it’s only a matter of time, and stubbornness. He doesn’t know how to say no, not when it’s Asra.)

“Well, I’ll be off,” Asra says, fitting his scarf closer around his neck. It’s what he’s said pretty much every morning for the past—four? Five? Gods, he doesn’t even know anymore—years, ever since Asra’d started working for Rei’s aunt, before Rei had ever come to Vesuvia and stolen (no, not stolen—had been gifted) his heart. It shouldn’t sound so melancholy, and in truth maybe it really isn't—it’s just Muriel’s ears and his brain and his heart overlaying a string of please don’t go’s that make it sound that way.

“Yeah,” Muriel replies. It’s what he always says, too, but this one (the last one?) feels heavier on his tongue.

Maybe Asra senses it too (of course, of course he does), because his smile turns a little sadder, a little more wistful, and Muriel wants to kick himself for it. Asra should always smile like the world has given him everything he’s ever wanted.

Asra reaches out, places one of his soft, soft hands on Muriel’s very-much-not-soft arm. “Take care,” Asra says. “See you tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah.” Muriel touches just the pads of his fingers to Asra’s knuckles, and smiles a little, only a little, only for him. “I’ll be here.”

And Asra smiles back like that’s everything he’s ever wanted.

—

II.

Until the very end of our infinityUntil this heart stops feeling anythingEven if this forever ends somedayI will still wait, all in the name of love

—

Muriel shoulders the door of the hut open and carries Asra inside. Neither of them had spoken a word the whole way back from the Lazaret. In the quiet of their old home, the sound of the sand stuck to Muriel’s boots scraping against the floor with each step is much too loud.

Asra refuses to let Muriel heal his hands. When Muriel reaches for a pot of salve after washing off the blood from the skin of his split knuckles, Asra wrenches his hands away, tucking them close to his chest.

“Leave them.”

“Asra.”

“Leave them,” Asra says, almost a growl, before he slumps over, and says, softer, “please.”

“They’ll scar,” Muriel says. He knows this from experience. Asra shouldn’t have to bear such scars.

“I know,” Asra sighs. “Let them.”

And then Asra gets up, crossing over to the pile of furs and pillows that Muriel never put away, and climbs into it, laying himself down facing the wall, his hands tucked to his chest as if to hide them from a world that would steal what little macabre mementos he has left of her.

Muriel stays awake that night, listening to the dead silence.

(He thinks it would have hurt less to just hear Asra cry outright.)

—

Asra doesn’t move for a solid twelve hours, save for the shallow rise and fall of his breathing, which is the only thing that reassures Muriel that he’s still alive.

And even that, perhaps, is not a certainty; there are many ways to die, and not all of them means the heart stops beating. Alive is sometimes relative thing.

(Muriel would know.)

Late in the afternoon, Muriel kneels down beside the unmoving lump of furs and nudges a plate of eggs forward.

“Eat,” he says.

The lump stirs, a little.

“’M not really hungry, Muri,” Asra mumbles. “Thanks. Maybe later.”

Muriel sighs, and sits, and waits patiently for later.

When later comes, when the sky has gone purple and the eggs have gone cold and the embers in the hearth have dimmed to a dull glow, Asra finally rolls over, blinking when he sees Muriel. His eyes are puffy and dull, but dry, although the wounds on his knuckles are still weeping, shining faintly in the dark twilight.

“Muriel,” Asra rasps out, voice cracked and dry like a desert gone decades without rain. “You’re still here.”

Muriel shrugs. “Where else would I be,” he says.

Asra doesn’t smile, but he doesn’t cry either. He just sighs, eyes closing, and goes back to sleep under Muriel’s watchful eye. There is still ash smearing Asra’s cheek, and a few grains of sand dotting his skin. Muriel reaches out to brush them away, then stops himself, and decides to just let Asra sleep.

Muriel shifts into a more comfortable position, and settles in to watch, and wait.

Morning couldn’t come fast enough.

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