#but I don’t want to rush it and have it suck either sooo

[devildom-moss]

I’m going to be late on today’s post. Sorry! I’m already at 3k words, and I can’t imagine I’ll be able to finish the request before 9pm, even without breaks. TT^TT

Edit: writing Simeon’s part took me forever (to be honest, my brain is a little foggy). So I’m going to aim to get the new request (MC giving flowers to the others) up tomorrow afternoon/evening, but I guess that kinda works, since it is a bit Valentine’s Day-ish.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"The Best Gift He Can Give." Mickey Altieri X AFAB! Reader.

Okay, so the amazing and fantastic @mrsaltieri-real had a birthday a while ago, and I wrote this as a gift. I edited it to make it reader insert friendly and now I am sharing it with all of you! I hope you all enjoy it.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 5.4K. Mickey Altieri X AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Your Boyfriend David Fucking Sucks. Your Boyfriend Cheats On You. Apologies To Dudes Named David Who Don't Suck. Stalking. Breaking And Entering. Murder. Blood. Gore. Violence. Making Out. Grinding. Vaginal Fingering. Eating Out. Eating Ass. Hair Pulling. Spanking. Praise. Degredation. Rimming. Vaginal Sex. Cream Pie. Confessions Of Feelings.

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There are people in this world who do not deserve anything. They don’t deserve kindness, or understanding, they don’t deserve friends, they don’t even deserve to breathe. One such asshole was your boyfriend, David. You don’t even know why he is your boyfriend, honestly you’ve had friends ask, and you are never sure much what to say. He treats you terribly, he is mean to you, rude, constantly picks fights, and it isn’t like you can say, “Well at least the sex is good-”

Because it is very much not. You’d been together for four years, and it had never been good.

Mickey didn’t know about that, though. All he knew to start is that you were cute, and he liked how you looked, the rest started to become revealed to him through watching you over time. He remembers the first afternoon he started to pick up on that very clearly. He was in the library, one table over, trying to do some actual work, sure he wasn’t paying for his degree, but he couldn’t exactly flunk out either, and he overheard an interaction, “Do you have to turn your pages so loud?”

Your head snaps up, looking over to him, Mickey’s own eyes flick up, but his head doesn’t raise, brows furrow in question mirroring yours as you ask, “Excuse me?”

“You are turning the pages of your book really loudly-” He drew out your name, focused on it, and that made your expression turn from somewhat annoyed confusion to outright disgust, a roll of your eyes. “Fuck off David.” 

His tone made Mickey’s skin crawl, “Sooo mature, this is a library, can’t you keep it down and show some class?” 

Mickey had to fight to keep his jaw from dropping, who the fuck was this guy, and why was he so comfortable talking to you like that? He thought boyfriends were supposed to be fucking nice to their girlfriends, and here he was treating you like he hated you, as if you were shit on the bottom of his shoe.

That was not the only time he saw you being treated so shamefully by David, either. Seems whenever he overheard, walked by, you were being talked down to by him or already mid-fight. 

Worse still he would complain about what you wore deriding any skin you wanted to show, and what you were into, he’d overheard him belittling your love of movies too. “How the fuck can you do that shit?”

“Do what shit, David?” You sighed, and he asked, “What the same fucking movies over and over, don’t you ever get bored?”

Your reply comes out almost bored, edging on annoyed, “Those same movies over and over are definitely more interesting than talking to you so-” 

“Woooow, is that any way to talk to me?” He’d ask, and Mickey would think to himself that you should treat him a Hell of a lot worse for how he acts.

You and Mickey had been friends in secret for a while, it had been a very quiet affair, mostly because David would be threatened and jealous, something that bugged Mickey, but he was just glad for the time spent with you and to get to know you. Small moments carved out whenever that prick wasn’t around became absurdly meaningful. 

One day he found you alone on a park bench on campus and seemingly very upset, he couldn’t leave you like that, your boyfriend isn’t around and so he comes forward until he is close enough to ask, “Hey uh, you good?”

Head raises, and you sniff, hands rushing to wipe at your nose and mouth, you nod shakily, mouth dry as you say, “Yeah, totally, so, so good.” 

He lets himself smile this kind of sad smile as he sits down beside you, humming out, “Why don’t I believe you?”

“Leave it alone.” You sigh, and he presses, “No way, there has to be a reason you’re this upset and I wanna know.” 

You slump back further into the bench, averting your gaze as you confess, “You caught me, M’ not good at all. I just found out that my boyfriend fucking cheated on me.” 

Immediate anger flares as does genuine concern for you, both emotions taking hold makes his eyebrows raise and his hand reach out to touch your elbow, your attention snaps back to him. Your eyes meet, and he says, “You can talk to me.”

“What is there to talk about?” It’s said very quietly, and his grip on you tightens by a fraction as he encourages, “Plenty. It isn’t healthy to keep this shit bottled up, what he did was fucked, talk to me about it.” 

You haven’t opened up in such a long time but right now, something in his eyes beckons you and the urge overtakes, you feel safe and think, maybe you should open up. Your stomach is churning, and you think, what harm could it do? You start to tell him, a verbal torrent that once it began it was impossible to stop, as you vent about David and the series of horrible things he had put you through in your relationship. He listens, and only when you stop for breath does he say, “You don’t deserve to be treated like this, you could do so much better than an asshole like him.”

A small shrug as you brush him off, “It’s easier to stay in this relationship because it’s all I’ve ever known. Even if I broke things off with him, he’d never really let me go.”

“What do you mean he wouldn’t let you go?” His question isn’t entirely unexpected, but you still struggle for a moment to respond, “I dunno, I just…I know he would put up a massive fight, and I couldn’t ever just make a clean break. He wouldn’t let that happen.” 

He licks his lips tentatively, an almost nervous action, “He…He doesn’t own you. Hon, you know that, right?”

You looked over at Mickey and said quietly, unconvincingly, “I know that.” 

He wasn’t sold. He hated the look in your eyes right now. Not only that, but he tried to break the tension and asked, “Is the sex that good or-?”

You laughed, head tipping back, genuine smile crossing your face, you shake your head as you catch your breath and tell him, “God no, it’s terrible! So vanilla, nothing but missionary, he never even eats me out.” You exhale and expound further, “He expects me to blow him too.” 

“Fuck off no way.” His reaction pulled another laugh out of you, and he insists, “You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was.” You sighed. He speaks with conviction, anger but not at you, never at you, more frustration at your situation and how you seemingly have just accepted it. “Why the fuck do you put up with this asshole? Seems like you are doing all the giving with no take.” 

A shrug as you tell him, refusing to look at him any longer, “I’ve grown used to it, it’s been just so long of the same thing, you know?” 

That was fucking bullshit. Sunk cost fallacy much? Clearly you were never going to get out from under this jerk’s thumb on your own, so he was going to do something about this. It would take some work, but you were more than worth it. He started to stalk him, determined to get real dirt on him, he learns his routine and becomes far too acquainted with even the most basic and mundane things about your boyfriend. 

It doesn’t take him long, around a month in is when Mickey catches David in the act of cheating, he was fucking some girl from his film class. 

It was infuriating! Here he has you, a total fucking catch, and he doesn’t appreciate you, mistreats you, and cheats on you on top of all that. What a complete piece of fucking trash. 

He has every intention of telling you when he has the adequate proof-

Wait.

What if he tells you and you still stay? You seemed so downtrodden, what if not even this is enough to convince you to leave? Fuck, that would be terrible, but he couldn’t let that hold him back. 

He just needed to stay on task, stay focused, and this could work out. He clung closer, tried to be around you more and provide more support, but that, as it turns out, only made it harder. Having to be confronted so frequently with the damage he was doing to you, how sad you were, it made him hurt in kind. He really fucking cared about you.

On top of all of this, his presence is apparently putting more pressure on your relationship. He comes across you and David having a loud and public altercation a few days later, as he gets closer he realizes it is about him. 

“You can’t tell me what to do!” You insist, and David bites back, “Oh, can’t I?”

“No! You can’t! What is the problem anyway?” You try to implore, and he isn’t having it, “I don’t like him! No, scratch that, I fucking hate him. You shouldn’t be talking to any guy, I don’t want you to even look in his direction-”

“You are so ridiculous-” 

He can’t stay. He can’t listen to this. Furthermore, he can’t stand idly by any longer. He is going to do something about this. 

Breaking into David’s place was easy, taking his time is what was difficult. He eases into his bedroom, costume on, knife already in his hand, and comes up to the bed. You were back at your own place, far away and hopefully peacefully sleeping, blissfully unaware of just what he was about to do for you, of the devotion he has and was about to display. 

He wanted to spit in the fucker’s face for what he did to you, more than that he wanted to main and mutilate him, wanted to inflict as much physical pain onto him as he inflicted mental pain onto you. He reached down, he ripped the blanket back, and with one smooth motion he stabbed the sharp blade into David’s stomach. 

The reaction was immediate, his eyes snapping open, mouth open in a soundless scream as it seems all the air leaves him, hands flying to his stomach trying to clutch at the blade but stopping short, afraid to touch the intrusion. He ripped the knife out and then stabbed it back in, immediately. He twists, David inhaled as much as he could but then breathed out, hiccuping on the air, it becomes a complete bloodbath. Mickey cuts, he stabs, he hurts him as he can’t hold back, and David chokes out, “Why?”

Mickey laughs, this cold and calculating kind of laugh before he takes the mask off, and then he starts to talk, “You are a pathetic excuse for a man, a worthless piece of trash-” 

The knife is ripped out and brought back down harder than before, the steel scrapes bone, and he sobs, “-you don’t deserve someone like her, you know that, right? You’ve been mistreating her for way too long.”

The metal wrenched free and then drove deeply inward again, the next sound of pain is a short gasp, Mickey tells him further, “That is why I am doing this, I am going to step in and take over.” 

David looked so pitiful, tears down his cheek, bloodstained and movements slowing, weakening. Mickey leaned down and told him lowly,“I’m going to make her feel so, SO much better than you ever did.” 

He is unrecognizable. Organs are laying all around him, cuts on his face making it, so his identity is basically gone, partially skinned in places. He wished he could have taken the time to skin him alive, fillet him like a fucking fish, but even that would be too good for him. He is sure that he has drained him of about half of his blood, the mattress is soaked, heavy and thick, there is a squelching sound when Mickey gets off the bed. The blood has soaked through the robe, it is staining his shirt and jeans he is positive of it, the handle of the knife is slick, he can feel coagulated blood that has gathered between his fingers, the clots are slippery and almost black.

There is one place he wants to be and it’s with you.

He goes to your place. 

It is obscenely late when you open the door, you are in your pyjamas, you look fucking gorgeous to him. 

“Mickey?” You rub over your eyes, suppressing a yawn, you ask, “What are you doing here?”

He pushes past you, comes inside as he starts to talk, “I had to come see you, I just did something amazing tonight-”

You close the door, he is talking quickly, a mile a minute, excited, manic. “I was thinking about what told me about David and I just got so fucking inspired, you know? So I decided I just had to do it, so I did but, darling, you need to tell me, what else didn’t he do for you?”

“What he didn’t do?” You repeat, softer, confused, and he nods, brows raised and eyes alight, mischievous, “Yes, tell me all the things he doesn’t do for you.”

It is then that you take him in awake enough to register, and notice what he is wearing. A black robe, almost plastered to his body, your eyes flit downwards, and you see that it’s shiny in a particular way that tattles on it being wet, but wet with what? Eyes catch red droplets on the ground coming off of the frayed edged of the black fabric, your gaze shoots back up. You smell the iron, and you see the small flecks of red on his face, and so the question tumbles out, “What is with the robe and is that fucking blood?”

This half smile on his face and a cock of his head as he tells you as if it couldn’t be more obvious, “I just killed David. For you sweetheart.”

You don’t feel angry or upset, to your complete surprise, you feel an insane and immense sense of relief that David is gone. You no longer have to put up with him. 

A sharp inhale as the feeling sinks in, you let it wash over you, not fighting it, letting it soak into your bones. Another question spills out as you ask, “What did you do to him?”

His grin is so wide you worry it hurts his face. 

“I snuck into his apartment, broke in with no issue, I crept into his bedroom and I stabbed a knife-” He brought one foot up, boot rested on the chair at your desk, hauling up the robe, careful not to get blood on more than he had already his hand grasps the hand of the knife. He unsheathes it from the holster that was strapped to his leg, his foot comes back down, he is holding the knife up, you can see the dried blood all over the blade and his hand, he continues to expound, “-this knife, into his stomach.”

He mimics the motion, smile still pulling his features tight, “He gasped and struggled, it was pathetic. I ran him through over and over, the sound was wet, the blood gushed.” 

A sigh crosses his lips, he is looking down at the blade, turning it over in his hands. You, too, are fixated on the glinting metal as it moves from one hand to the next. He keeps talking. “You’d think sound would be a concern. That he’d be screaming his fucking head off, right?”

You look up, he is staring at your face, expectant, you respond to the question, a shaky nod. He continues on, a point of his knife, “Wrong. When you stab someone right, it sucks all the air out of their lungs.” The images his is giving fills your head, of David lying there, bleeding and as Mickey put it, pathetic. He is still expounding. “I was relentless, kept stabbing him, he had no chance to catch his breath. You can’t scream if you can’t breathe.”

You listen enthralled as he describes how he cut flesh from bone, how chunks fell away, digging fingers into open wounds, manually separating cartilage and skin and muscle apart just because he could. He speaks of how much blood he drained and by the end of it you were breathing much harder as was he. Almost no space between the pair of you.

He is looking in your eyes, and he speaks, “I ask again, what did he never do for you?” 

You can’t help it, inquiring, “Why do you want to know so bad?” 

“Because sweetheart-” He sets the knife down on your desk, his hand reaches out to take yours, tacky with partially dried crimson, and he says, “-baby, darling, I want to make you feel all the things you’ve missed out on the past few years.” 

You are as explicit in describing what you’d been missing as he was when describing the violence he did to David. 

“He never made me cum with his mouth, his dick, not even his fingers. I haven’t felt a hot tongue on my clit in fucking years.” You start, a deep inhale before you force it out, speak in hushed tones, “He only ever fucked me in missionary, he never put a hand on my throat and choked me, never pulled my hair, he never praised me, fuck, Mick, he never even degraded me.”

You sigh now, “Never spanked me, never ate my ass, God do I want someone to eat my ass and above all else, he never overstimulated me-”

He cut you off. His mouth crashing into yours after far too long, he kisses you deeply, and you fall into it, into him. A moan into his mouth, hands reach out, fingers tangle in the sleeves, they feel damp, you flex your fingers, you squeeze, beads of blood squeeze through your fingers. Your tongue runs over his bottom lip, and you revel in the taste of him. Christ it was never like this with David, a simple kiss with Mickey was serving to do you in, the graze of his lips against yours, of his tongue brushing yours was sending sparks throughout you. 

Feet stumble back, you pull him with you, keep him near, unwilling to break the connection you’ve made and yet you do, a quiet mumbling of, “Get this fucking robe off-”, pulling on his sleeves for further emphasis. The contact is broken for him to listen and obey, he pulls the robe off and drops it onto the floor, the blood has soaked through to his t-shirt he was wearing, and again you are confronted with what he did. He killed David for you, the evidence of his care for you, of his total devotion is splattered all over him, plastering his shirt to him, soaked into thin fabric. 

This time, you are pulling him back to you, greedy and needy as you do so. Mouths meet again as you are moving backward, the back of your knees hit the edge of your mattress, and you let yourself fall, tugging him down with you. 

His leg slots between yours as his lips descend on yours again, you sink further into the mattress as he, in turn, sinks into you, melting into the contact, his leg presses closer, knee is tighter to you and that makes you inhale sharply. That sets something off in him. 

One of his hands moves, threads in your hair, and he tugs, it forcefully breaks the kiss and pulls a moan from you at the delicious rush of pain. His mouth moves, presses over your jaw, down your throat, and he makes your hips move on their own, grinding against him, desperate for more already. A squirm of your hips as you drag your clothed slit against his solid thigh, and the wash of pleasure makes you have to suppress a shudder, a whining moan held back as well as you bite your bottom lip. 

He notices immediately, pulling back from your neck, another tug of your hair, and he makes you look at him, “None of that shit, I don’t fucking care how late it is, I don’t care if every son of a bitch on this entire floor files a noise complaint, I want to hear you, no holding back.”

You are stunned, speechless, your hips shift, and you are drenched, underwear plastered to you and one of his hands locks onto your throat, he squeezes and says, “I’m not hearing you say yes.” 

You just cannot believe everything you’ve ever wanted has fallen into your lap, you choke out, “Yes, yes, please, fucking yes-”

He shuts you up with another kiss and that is how things seriously escalate, both of you rushing to undress each other. You hadn’t been wearing much to sleep, the tank top and shorts were removed, his shirt and shoes are off now, and he stops. You are looking up at him, admiring him the same way he is you, even with almost all his clothing removed there is still the mark of the crime he committed, blood left on his torso after leaking through his shirt, splatters on his arms, the small flecks on his face. He is looking at you like you are a full meal with nothing more in his way than damp lace, “Fucking Christ-”

He sighs, his fingers trace the curve of your breast before he fully takes it in his hand, he looks helpless in regard to what he wants to do, he follows the impulse, he leans down, and his mouth latches onto one of your nipples. His tongue circles and you sigh, arching up into him. 

His teeth graze as one of his hands slips between your thighs, he only gets one pass of his fingers over the wet material before he decides that isn’t good enough. Fingers hook in the thin garment, and he pulls, he hopes you didn’t give a shit about them because he cannot be bothered to remove them properly, he pulls until it rips and throws it aside. No chance of you complaining because his fingers are on you, strong digits press to you bare for the first time. 

Your eyes roll back with a soft, “Oh my fucking God-” which Mickey absolutely eats up as he starts to move, fingers trace slowly, dipping low, catching some mess and dragging it up, using it as lube to rub your clit. 

The increase in pleasure was immediate, your body slowly starts to tense as the feeling digs into your bones, you fully give in to what he is doing to you. 

“Do you know how much I’ve poured over this?” He asks, and you say quietly, “No.” 

“So many nights.” He confesses, his fingers pick up the pace, tight circles rubbed, and he tells you more, “I’d think about this, about having you under me, about doing-” Two fingers ease inside of you, and he moans like it’s his pleasure, breathing out, “-this.” 

“You feel better than I ever thought you could, so fucking wet, so soft.” He groans, and you arch closer, his palm presses nearer, he moves and works with you, fingers curling into that sweet spot and hand grinding over your clit. You listen, and you feel, minutes later, very quickly between his hushed words and expert touch you are shivering and telling him, “M’ close Mickey-” 

“Fuck yes, do it.” The firm command makes it impossible to stop, you tip over and cum. It feels phenomenal, it’s been ages since anyone has done this, showed this level of care and investment in your enjoyment. He doesn’t relent, keeps his pace steady and consistent, and draws out every bit of feeling he can from your high. 

He doesn’t let you rest, your body sinks back into the mattress, you are panting, and he slides his fingers out of you and right into his mouth. Not only that, but he tastes you for the first time and moans from the salt and tang of you coating his tongue. 

“You taste better than anything I’ve ever put in my mouth.” He slips down your body, drags of his lips lighting further fire in you until he settles between your thighs, his mouth latches onto your still very sensitive clit and your thighs clamp around his head immediately. Your hand shoots down, fingers in his stupidly attractive hair, and you moan loudly, just as he wants you to. 

He was ravenously hungry but still taking his time with this, he forces himself to slow down just a touch, he knows you haven’t had this in years thanks to that douchebag of an ex-boyfriend. He laps at your leaking slit, from hole all the way up to your throbbing clit, he swirls his tongue around the boarders once, twice, three times before passing over it again, making you gasp out his name. 

Mickey luxuriates in the act and does his best to ensure that you do as well, sucks with purpose and is quickly rocketing you to another orgasm, you can barely string together a sentence to warn him of that, but he knows, fingers twist further in his hair, and you pull with a cry of his name, in another two short minutes you are cumming again, it’s stronger than the first, you are louder than you were last time, but he continues. He doesn’t stop on your come down, he just slows, goes lighter, his licks are running up the length of you, between your lips and on top of your twitching bud, over and over, methodical, and you can’t stop shaking. 

Somehow through the haze of pleasure you manage to speak, calling out to him, “Mi-Mickey, oh my fucking God-”

He lifts his mouth, you expect him to give you a breather or to give some pithy response that will turn you on further and make you leak more, but instead his hands are on your hips, he tilts them up and his tongue dives lower. His tongue circles over your asshole, and you actually sob, shocked and broken from the sudden stab of ecstasy that hits your gut, your hand leaving his hair, instead gripping at the sheets. You can’t stop from squirming, which makes his job harder, you hear something that sounds akin to a mildly annoyed growl. 

One of his hands lifts off your hip, and he lands a firm smack on your ass as he grits out, “Stop squirming so much babe, let me make you feel good.” 

He gets back to it and your head is thrown back against the pillows, you try, you really do, but his tongue flicks just so and your body bucks. He instead flips you over onto your stomach roughly manhandling you, one hand pulling your hips up, and he dives back in tongue first. He eats your ass with passionate fervour, whenever you buck too much he reminds you to behave with another hit to your ass cheek. His hand that wasn’t on your hip slides under, and he circles your clit with fast and clever fingers. 

The sharp slaps of pain and combined with him being tongue deep in your ass and rubbing your clit makes you cum embarrassingly fast yet again and harder still, legs trembling so much you almost fall on your face, with an ample gush onto his chin while sobbing his name into the pillow.  

When you stopped shaking he came up, another smack to your ass, his chest to your back as he leans down and praises right in your ear, “Oh good fucking girl.”

You start to babble out into the damp pillowcase, “Mi-Mickey, ‘lease, fuck me, need you-”

He hums, and you hear his belt open, finally getting his pants open, he inhales sharply in relief, the pressure easing from him opening his pants. The rest of his clothes are discarded, and he pauses. His hand on your sore ass, right on the spot he kept hitting over and over, his thumb traces down, spreading your lips, over your hole, and he sighs, “I have been dying to get inside this cunt.”

He lines up, he pushes his hips forward and sinks deep inside you, in one swift and smooth motion. The moan you share is like music, beautiful, melodic, passionate collaboration. His hand goes into your hair, he fucks you like that, face down ass up, he starts a quick pace initially, rough, needy and you love it. His body is covering yours as he breathes into your ear, “You feel incredible, oh my God-” His head tips back with a loud moan, he drives into you over and over, “-fucking stunning too, you are so gorgeous.” 

It has been entirely too long since you’ve been fucked in any position other than missionary. The sensation, his weight on your back, the sound of skin on skin, his breath in your ear, it’s fucking perfection. You rock back with him, meet him in the middle, you were giving back, showing just how desperately you want him in kind makes Mickey let out this sound, caught between a groan and something more possessive, not explicitly words, but it hits you low in your gut. 

He starts to slow down, takes a little more time, and you are moaning louder and louder, you are so worked up, so sensitive, you feel alive and electric. On one level it feels like you can feel every ridge and vein of him and on another like you can’t determine up from down, completely drunk on feeling. 

You completely lose track of how many times you get off that night, the pace will switch on a whim, from hard pounding and him calling you every name in the book to more easy and sensual, a writhing joint movement instead of an aggressive pounding. 

You ride him, grind one out on top of him while he cradles your breasts, thumbs passing over your nipples as he calls you a beautiful fucked out angel. 

He fucks you spooning, hand around you and between your thighs, strumming your clit with one hand, the other locked on your throat as he is fucking in and out.

The only thing that seems to make it stop is you literally sobbing for it to. Your cheeks are wet, you are babbling his name and the word stop, you have one leg over his shoulder and the other is pinned down near your knee by him. His stamina was impressive, he’d already cum once when you were riding him, had filled you up, but instead of that stopping it, he just flipped you over, still hard, and kept fucking going, his own cum providing even more lube.

That was a while ago, you could tell that he was near again, sweat down the side of his face, movements of his hips sloppy, panting your name over and over. You know you can’t again, you are too fried, too overstimulated and finally, just as the soreness is starting to teeter on the other side of being more unpleasant and painful than pleasurable he holds deep and cums again. 

You feel totally boneless, your arms feel heavy as you wrap them around him loosely, his head dips down and rests on your shoulder, you are just trying to catch your breath.

He gets his back faster than you. 

He is still inside of you when he comes back up, fingers push some of your hair aside as he looks down into your eyes. Your chest is still rising and falling rapidly as he confesses, for what must be the third time tonight, telling you, “I fucking care about you.”

A strong belief that is nothing but the truth hits, “You deserve way better than him, I wish I could have met you sooner so you could have had those years back of someone who actually gives a shit about you instead of that asshole.” 

You want this, want him, damned what that says about you or your morals, you don’t care as you tell him, “Fuck that selfish cunt, forget about him, let’s just make up for lost time.” 

He has every intention of doing just that.

[thewillofdeez]

Incompatible - An angsty Shanks/Reader romance

Summary: Shanks loved her. She loved him. It's a real shame it would never work.

Word count: 1,582

He was in love. Stupidly, blissfully, mind-blowingly in love. Big goofy grin on his face at all times in love. The rest of the crew made fun of him constantly but he didn’t care…..that kind of in love.

It didn’t start that way. She was a member of the crew, one who had impressed him with her strength and kindness several years ago. He didn’t know he loved her then, but he knew he had to have her on his crew. And after much convincing, she joined up and became a member of the Red Hair Pirates.

It was the kind of love that started with respect and friendship. The kind that crept up on him slowly, biding its time until it launched itself at him like a lion on prey, and holy hell, he fell hard and fast.

Fortunately for him, she loved him too. Their acquaintanceship hadn’t started on the best terms. It took her some time to learn how to trust him and the men he called his crewmates, but Shanks knew she belonged with his crew. He put in the work and the time and the effort to prove to her that he could be trusted….and he was right. She did learn to trust him. She learned to trust all of them. They were her friends, her brothers, her family.

But she and Shanks….they were always something else. She never forgot the lengths he went to to prove himself to her. To prove he was worth taking a risk on. And from the moment she boarded the Red Force, she never once doubted that it was worth it. That he was worth it.

And as time and close quarters often cause…she fell in love with him. She loved the way he laughed and found humor in even the darkest times, how he could make her smile at her lowest. She loved his strength, his skill, his selflessness. She loved the way he looked out for the little guy at all times, and used his strength and his power wisely. She loved the way he cared deeply about every member of his crew. And he wasn’t half bad to look at either.

And that was what really sucked about the whole thing. He knew. She knew. Every single person on the Red Force knew they were in love, that they were meant to be, that they could rule the seas of the New World together as king and queen if they wanted. That it was only a matter of time before they got together. They were both flirts, they both enjoyed the chase, and neither of them was in a rush because, hey, they had forever, right? And after it all came crashing down, neither of them were really sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that it ended before it ever really began.

All it took was a single offhand comment from Shanks. She didn’t even remember what they were talking about with the crew. She hadn’t really been paying attention. But she heard him say the words: “Man, I can’t wait to be a dad.” And her heart sank. She excused herself from the room quickly, hoping no one noticed the way her mood shifted. But Shanks noticed. Of course he did, his eyes were rarely off her. He followed her out onto the deck, where he found her looking out over the sea. Gulls flew in the air, cawing happily, totally oblivious to what was going on on the ship just below them.

“Hey,” he said, leaning over the railing next to her.

“Hey.”

Silence overtook them. How was she supposed to bring this up? They weren’t even a thing! Was she jumping the gun? Was she worrying over nothing? Her brain wanted to rationalize the situation to death, but her heart knew.

“Sooo, bit of a tone shift back there. You okay?” he asked.

She looked up at him, the setting sun shrouding him in a sort of halo. Jesus, this wasn’t fair.

“Shanks….I don’t want to have kids.” She looks up at him, into those deep brown eyes of his. 

He was silent for a moment, totally taken aback by the confession. That was not what he was expecting to hear. “You mean…at all? Ever?”

She shook her head. “No. Never.”

Shanks looked away, letting the news settle. This was the woman he wanted for the rest of his life, and she……

“Can I ask why?”

So she told him. She told him all the myriad reasons she had, the big ones and the small ones, the important ones and the kind of silly ones. “But honestly, the most important reason is that I just don’t. I never have, and at this point in my life…I don’t expect I ever will.”

She watched him as the gears turned in his head. “I understand,” he said. “Your reasons are….they make sense. I would never wish that life upon someone who doesn’t wholeheartedly want it. But….this is a dealbreaker for me.” He spoke the words softly, not wanting it to sound like an ultimatum…it was simply the truth.

She looks away, watching the waves break along the side of the ship. “I know. I’m sorry, Shanks.”

And there was that silence again. What does one even say to that? It was over. They never even had a chance. They had never even kissed. She watched Shanks’s grip on the railing turn his knuckles white. “Fuck,” he hissed. “It’s not fair. I love you. You love me too, we both know this, we both know this is right, this is perfect, this….” He approached her, his hand going to her face, forcing her to look at him. She could feel the tears in her eyes fall when she saw them in his as well. “So why does it have to be like this?”

He rested his forehead against hers, “It’s not fair,” he said again, quietly. “I wanna be with you forever. But…”

“But you also want to be a parent. And those two wants aren’t compatible. We’re not compatible.”

“I can’t…” he said, shaking his head, his voice hoarse. She didn’t know what the next words were going to be. It didn’t matter. They embraced and held onto each other, mourning the relationship that could have been amazing, but would never be. He clung to her, his hand fisting her shirt tightly, wanting to be ever closer but knowing they’d never have even the next best thing. The sound of the gulls overhead turned mournful…or maybe it was just her projecting.

“I’m sorry,” she said. She was shocked at the speed at which he pulled away, gripping onto her shoulder and looking her in her eyes.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, okay? There’s nothing wrong with what you want for your life. And there’s nothing wrong with what I want either. It’s just….really fucking shitty that we fell in love with each other. That we never even had a chance. I can’t just turn off how I feel about you. I’m gonna love you for a long time. I’m…I’m genuinely scared I’ll never stop.”

“Shanks,” she placed a hand on his face, savoring the feeling of the coarse hairs. He leaned his face into her hand, knowing this was the first and last time he’d ever feel her touch like that. “Shanks, look at me. You’re gonna be an amazing dad one day. And you’re gonna make some woman so, so happy.”

He huffed out a humorless laugh. “And you’re gonna be an awesome aunt. You’re gonna spoil my kids rotten and then fuck off, leaving me to deal with them, won’t you?”

She laughed. “I absolutely will. They’ll pretty much subsist on cotton candy when they’re under my care. And I’ll buy them puppies.”

Shanks laughed - it was genuine. “Holy shit, woman, are you trying to kill me?” They smiled at each other, the tears drying, but the pain still present.

“It’s gonna be tough,” she began, “Seeing each other every day, I mean. Knowing how close we were and yet…”

“I know,” he replied. “But we’ll get past it. We have to. For each other, and for the crew, and…for the futures we both want.”

She nodded. “You can’t get married and have a gaggle of red-haired demon children if you’re hung up on me. And I can’t live a quiet and totally not-sticky life if I’m hung up on you."

They smiled. “Can I…” he began, unsure if he should say it. She turned her head to look at him. “Can I kiss you? Just once? To know what it is I’m missing?”

“Do you think that’s a good idea,” she replied, “Given the situation?”

He shook his head. “No. I think it’s a horrible idea. I think it’s just gonna make me want you even more. But I still want to.”

Her soft smile was all he needed as permission, and he leaned in and kissed her, putting every ounce of love and passion he had for her into it. All the things he wanted for them, the future they’d never have together, every bit of desire he’d been harboring for her….all in that one kiss.

Her breath was gone when they broke apart, and her heart broke all over again. She kissed him again on the cheek and walked away.

[iloveutoodeath]

🪼

lmao so i heard back from hot topic and they did not want to hire me which i have some mixed feelings about, the most prominent ones being 1. relief because during the interview (and after when i was reflecting on it) i kept getting the feeling that a management position there would probably suck sooo bad because it would just be my current job 2.0 but WORSE (similar expectations, similar slow af pace since it’s in the same dead mall i currently work at-> potentially similar shitty hours because payroll depends on sales + the pay was sooooo much lower than wht i’m currently making at my job as a REGULAR sales associate!!) and 2. curious as hell who it was that they chose over me!!!! i still think it was weird as hell that they did a group interview for a management position because it only allowed for very general questions to be asked and the interview felt very rushed. i think i did okay, but tbh i don’t do very well in group interview settings because the feeling of competition is a lot more obvious and i tend to either shrink back or overcompensate when i feel like i’m not doing as well as others which makes me look like i’m all over the place -___- there were two younger ppl there i felt were really underqualified, so they’re out of the question, but two others did REALLY well imo and i wouldn’t be surprised if one of them was chosen. i just want to know whooooo lmao (i hope it was the recently divorced lady who also works at del taco and had red hair, i liked her and she seemed really friendly and tbh i feel like she really needed the opportunity. if they chose the other guy i guess that’s fair but if i lost to one of them i hope it was to the lady lmao)

anyways i have my interview at michael’s tomorrow, which i really really hope goes well because the pay there is good and i feel like that would be a really great place to work compared to like.. mall-retail. from the start i was like if i had to choose between hot topic and michaels i’d definitely go for michaels, so i’m not too bummed about the rejection, in fact i feel like i dodged a bullet with hot topic idk i just have a feeling it would have majorly sucked 😂 …but i definitely feel more nervous about the interview tomorrow because now the stakes feel a lot higher, it’s basically do or die bc i reaaaaalllyyy need a new job and if this doesn’t go well then i gotta go back to the applying process :-// anyways i know it’s very lame and boring for me to talk about this stuff over and over but well whatever ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ as franz kafka once said fuck my stupid baka life

[donald4spiderman]

Hey I have another request!!!

Can you do one where either you and Spencer are dating at first or not but all that matters is that they get together eventually. It would be sub!Spencer because sub!Spencer has my heart🥵. So while you and Spencer are getting more heated, you either sit on his face or he just eats you out, whatever but he cums in his pants while doing it because he got so, you know, turned on. And he’s all embarrassed but you assure him it’s fine, you think it’s cute because he got all excited because of you. But in the end you help him clean up his problem, finding he’s rock hard again so quickly.

Again you totally don’t have to do this but your last one was just absolutely amazing!

Sorry it took so long for me to get to this request— I wanted to do it justice. Hope you like it!

TW: virgin!sub!spencer, oral sex (male & female receiving), premature ejaculation, kissing

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The two of you have never gone farther than kissing.

Most evenings consist of you and Spencer making out while trying to avoid grinding on one another too hard. You’re more than willing to go further with Spencer, but he always seems to have his apprehensions.

Tonight, the both of you find yourself in a similar situation; you, perched on Spencer’s lap, gripping on his curls as you kiss him like it’s your final moment on earth.

“Fuck, (Y/N).” Spencer’s gasps as you work a dark hickey just below his collarbone. “That feels s-so good.”

You smirk up at him from his lap, “Trust me, Spencer, you don’t know half of how good I could make you feel.”

“I want you to show me.” He whispers.

“Hmm?”

He clears his throat nervously, “I-I want you to show me how g-good you can make me feel.”

You’re speechless for a moment, shocked that Spencer has finally decided to act on the burning desire between the two of you.

“Are you sure?” You question, wanting him to be certain before you go any further.

“100%.”

You nod in response. The shift in the atmosphere is palatable, and your attitude changes with it.

“You know...” You sigh, pressing your clothed core directly on Spencer’s straining bulge. “What makes you think you deserve to feel good, hm? What about me? Don’t you want to make me feel good?”

“Y-yes! Of course!” Spencer stammers, running his hands over the dip of your waist. “Please. Let me make you cum, (Y/N).”

You’re hips buck at his filthy words, and you capture his lips in a heated kiss. “You have such a pretty mouth.” You tease, running your pointer finger over his plump, pink lips. “I bet you know exactly how to make a girl feel good, right?”

Spencer only whines in response to your question, which is less than satisfactory for you.

You yank his head back, exposing his bobbing adam's apple. “When I ask a question, I expect an answer .”

“Y-Yes, (Y/N).” He cries. “I can make you feel good, I promise.”

You climb off of his lap, seating yourself next to him on the couch. He’s confused until you spread your legs open, beckoning him closer with the curl of a finger.

“Here’s the deal, Spencer. If you can make me cum so hard that my fucking legs shake, then maybe I’ll put you out of your misery. Understand?”

Spencer nods obediently. “I-I understand.”

“Good.” You smile, shoving your pants and underwear off of your legs, exposing your glistening core. “Now, prove to me that you deserve to cum.”

Spencer practically lunges at your thighs, pushing them apart like a man unhinged. He starts gently, using his tongue to explore your pussy. It’s enough to make you sigh, resting your head back onto the couch. His lips suck and nip at your clit, and he brings up his hand to tease your entrance with his dexterous fingers. You’d never be able to look at his hands the same, knowing how good they are at bringing you to the brink of an orgasm.

Your grip on his hair tightens as he begins to flick at your clit with his tongue, increasing the speed as your moans get louder.

“Fuck, baby.” You cry, arching your back. “You’re sooo good at that. Fuck!”

Spencer basks in your praise, looking up to give you a bashful smile as he slips two fingers into your entrance, expertly curling them up to brush your g-spot. His mouth returns to your clit, and soon enough, you’re a shaky mess.

“O-Oh m-my god... Spencer!” You scream, feeling your impending release. “D-don’t stop. F-fuck!”

Soon enough, your legs clamp down firmly around his head, and you pull on his hair so harshly that you’re afraid his scalp will be sore later. You’re too caught up in your own blinding orgasm to notice that Spencer was spasming and moaning along with you.

You couldn’t remember the last time you experienced such a powerful climax. Once your breathing evens out, and the clarity returns to your vision, you’re quick to pull up Spencer’s face, kissing him to express your gratitude and amazement.

“You’re such a good boy.” You sing, kissing him on the cheek. “Such a good boy. You deserve a reward.”

Before Spencer can protest, you’re pulling him up on the couch. Your hands rush to undo his pants, only to find a wet patch at the very front of them.

“What’s this?” His nervous expression makes you bite your lip and smirk. “Did someone get a little too excited?”

A rose-colored blush covers his cheeks, “I-I’m sorry! It’s just— I’ve been waiting s-so long to do that— and you’re so pretty and—“

You silence him by placing a finger to his lips, “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not mad.”

“You’re not?”

You shake your head, “The opposite, actually. I think that’s so fucking hot.”

“You do?”

“The fact that you get so worked up— so excited— without me even touching you— fuck, Spencer.” You pull him in for another kiss. “You’re so hot.”

“T-Thank you,” Spencer whispers, still slightly unfamiliar with your constant shower of praise. “You’re v-very hot too.”

“Oh? Really?”

He bites his lip and nods, “T-that’s why I couldn’t, uh, control myself.”

“That’s alright. Why don’t I help you clean up your mess?”

You carefully pull down his pants enough to free his sensitive cock, cum still dribbling from the tip. You take your finger and scoop up some of the remnants, popping them into your mouth as Spencer watches in awe.

Your smooth hands stroke his cock lightly, observing the way his eyes flutter and his breath hitches. Spencer can’t contain his moans when you wrap your mouth around his tip, sucking the rest of his cum off. He can feel the blood rushing back to his dick, knowing he’ll be horny again in no time.

He's not alone. You feel his cock firming up in your hand, a devious smile playing on your lips.

“Ready for round two?”

[sweetlywriting]

𝕺𝖓𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊~𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖙𝖍

Griffith x reader

Summary-Your dream had died the moment Griffith met Charlotte. And now you’re on your fifth glass of champagne.

Warnings- Mention of alcohol, wars, scars, etc.

Genre-Angst/Comfort

A/N-I haven’t read/watched berserk for very long but my friend really wanted me to write something for it so it probably won’t be very accurate to canon, sorry <3

You clapped sullenly as the kingdom cheered. In your classic soldier clothing, not making an effort to look presentable. Trying your best to be stoic as the love of your life was getting married. You should have known better. Honestly, what did you think was going to happen? This was his dream.

Yours would never happen.

Your dream had died the moment Griffith met Charlotte. And now you were on your fifth glass of champagne.

You swallowed and dragged yourself to the reception, putting your helmet on so that not many would approach you. Drowning the seventh glass and sulking in a little corner.

It was pitiful really, lower soldiers looking as their commander acted so bitter. It was almost unbearable watching them dance, he looked so happy. Too happy. You could tell he was faking it. But that didn’t bring you much comfort because they were laughing and dancing and-no you wouldn’t look at them anymore. Luckily, it got more tolerable as more people joined in to dance. 

You watched them, what you wouldn’t give to be noble, to swirl and twirl with the ballroom at your feet, and music at your mercy without a care in the world. Finally, after lots of daydreaming, people had started to tire and you could escape while still leaving at a somewhat socially adequate time. There were still many dancing but you tiredly walked out, drunkenly stumbling towards a nearby garden outside the palace. Hazily walking towards a bench about to trip when a cold arm wrapped around your waist and set you straight.

“Oh thank yo-“ Stopping mid sentence as blue eyes connected with yours. Stiffing quickly and coughing.

“Shouldn’t you be at your own engagement party? ” You said skeptically.

“You were the only one who didn’t congratulate me.” Griffith said just as coldly.

“Don’t be dramatic, I’m sure someone else didn't either.”

“Come back inside.”

“Sooo are you going to take Charlotte's last name because you don’t have one? How does that work?” The only response you got was sharp nails digging into your sides, from when he had helped you stand. Griffith clearly didn’t share your drunken sense of humor.

“Um so are you going to let go or. . .” He quickly let go while you fell face first on hard dirt.

“Please come back inside.” 

Unfortunately the fall was rather hard, combined with the amount of liquor you’d drunk the medics had to take you home.

                                                     ***

It had been weeks and you had not talked to Griffith. Making your subordinates give military reports, and calling in sick every other day. 

But your evading was going rather well considering you hadn’t seen him since the party. The wedding was next month and because you weren’t nobility you wouldn’t have to suffer watching him get married. Plenty more time to sulk. 

That was until you had made a spectacular battle victory only to find you couldn’t share it with him. High off the adrenaline you decided to suck up your pride, dirt still sticking to you from the last battle. you quickly paced to his chambers, knocking impatiently.

“You may enter.” A voice from deeper inside the room called.

You rushed in only to be greeted with an empty bed and the sound of running water from a small door on the left. Coughing awkwardly as you realized he was probably bathing.

“I said you can come in.” He repeated.

Hesitantly you opened the door, steam hit your face as you saw Griffith. Heat rushed to your face as everything above his waist was in view. His sculpted chest was littered with light pink scars from past battles, yet the rest of him was still a lovely pale color. His long hair was slicked back with water and his legs would occasionally peek out of the large steaming bath tub.

He laughed and you quickly turned your head realizing you were ogling. 

“You're not going to look at me while giving a report? How disrespectful.” He said, still half laughing.

So you turned around firmly keeping your eyes on the floor, putting your helmet on to mask the blush, you gave the report. 

“Our army is growing, more people want to join the hawks, rather than challenging us, I had just a slight skirmish with neighboring knights and they immediately surrendered.”

“You can hide your face with a mask but you can’t hide eye dilation.” He said in a teasing voice as you blinked fervently.

“Well I’ll be taking my leave then-“

“Wait!” He sounded genuinely upset so you hesitantly listened.

“Can I wash your hair?” 

Ah. Back when you were simply both soldiers that was how you met. You were half dead but he still dragged you back to camp using his water ration to scrub every last speck of dirt off your body. 

“Are you an Angel?” You asked coughing as you woke up to his beautiful eyes standing tiredly over you.

“My name is actually Griffith.” He said, chuckling lightly and offering a hand up.

Throughout both your time as Hawk, the exchange of washing hair had gone on between the two of you. It was special even if hadn’t done that in months,

And now you had the opportunity to feel that again. Perhaps for the last time. You approached the side of the bathtub warily.

“ What are you waiting for?”

Only taking off your helmet you climbed in. The armor weighed you down and was uncomfortable but you didn’t want to take it off. Griffith motioned between his arms and you floated over. Smooth hands gently combed through your hair. Massaging and pulling all the knots out. You relaxed and jumped a bit when your back hit his chest. He looked down at you but continued to play with your hair. You frowned looking at a newer looking scar on his neck.

“ How did you get that you” You whispered, tracing the curve of the scar.

He hissed in pain and his grip on your hair tightened. 

“Sorry,”

He shook his head and went back to tending your hair.  You couldn’t keep track of time in such a relaxing position but you knew you had to train some new recruits soon. You wanted to return the favor before you left.

“ Can I. . . “ You mumbled swirling locks of his platinum hair and avoided eye contact. 

“Use your words Commander L/N.”

“Can I wash your hair?”

“Please do”

It was nice to have one last moment before his dreams came true. One last time.

[missuga]

Roadtrip pt.1 — Kirishima Eijirou

Summary: You and Kirishima go on a spur of the moment road trip. Almost everything goes wrong, from leaving your aux cord at home, to dropping your phone in a convenience store bathroom garbage, to losing the address for the hotel planned for the night. You end up having to stay in a tiny motel with just a twin bed.

Content Warnings & wc:  aged up, college au. fluff, not really any warnings, unedited | 2.1k

Note from Em: I remember writing this when I was wine drunk last year and I wanted to do a serious of roadtrip fics, repost from old blog! I didn’t really change much other than take bakugo’s fic out of the post bc I'm incredibly lazy my writing style is different now sooo enjoy old em’s writing!

Implied Female Reader — 18+ only | sfw

This was turning out to be almost a perfect disaster. Nearly everything that had been planned before leaving had failed. Even though you planned only about three things in total. You were thinking maybe you should’ve spent more time on what exactly you and Kirishima were going to do. And where you were going.

Kirishima insisted on driving, so he let you play what ever music you wanted. The first hour spent the two of you only talked, it was too early for music anyway. But by the time you pulled your phone out to put music on, you were too far to turn back to get your forgotten aux cord. Kirishima just laughed at the loud groan you let out once you realized that you couldn’t connect your phone to the speakers.

“Hey, it’s all good, we can just listen to the radio.” He said. You supposed that would have to be good enough. When he reached over to turn the power knob and it came off in his hand, it became aware to you that this trip was not starting out on a good track.

“Well that sucks.” You said, staring at the knob. Kirishima laughed again at your words. “Thanks for breaking my car.”

“Woah, not my fault. This car is older than my mother, I think. I’m surprised it hasn’t turned to dust yet.” He said back, tossing the knob at you.

“It was either my take my parents offer of letting us take this, or Kaminari’s car. Which I am fairly certain there is animals living under the junk in the back.” You definitely didn’t want to take the chance on the latter option.

“You might be right actually; I didn’t think about that.” Kirishima said grimacing slightly.

The second thing you had planned was to stop and get coffee at a small café. Thing is, you had been looking for a few hours. You thought you had found a couple, but when Kirishima pulled the car up to the front, they were either closed or literally abandoned. One ended up being a front for a speakeasy.

“I don’t think we’re gonna find a café.” Kirishima said after the fourth one was a bust. You sat in the parking lot still, trying to figure out where to go next.

“I think you might be right.” You groaned. Kirishima yawned and stretched his arms out in front of him. He had been driving for a while now, he looked like he could use some caffeine. “Do you just wanna go to a convenience store or something? Grab a couple energy drinks and some snacks?”

“Heck yeah I do. I love road trip snacks.” He grinned and started the car again. Thankfully there was a small shop quite close to the last café you were at.

You split up once you went in, making a beeline straight to the restroom. It was probably a good idea to go to the bathroom now that you were here. It was a terribly gross restroom; the stall doors didn’t even shut all the way. You rushed yourself wanting to get out of it quickly. When you were finished washing your hands, you went to throw out the paper you dried your hands on but dropped your phone in the garbage instead. Just your luck.

Carefully you fished it out trying not to touch the insides of the can. At least you had hand sanitizer on you. You doused your phone in it, hoping to rub away all the nasty stuff it had touched in the garbage. After a lot longer than you had wanted to spend in the restroom you pushed the door open with your foot.

“I was wondering when you were gonna come out.” Kirishima said. He was leaning against the door frame. “I was gonna get together a search party for you in a minute, I thought you had gone missing.”

“Oh, ha ha. It was nasty in there and I dropped my phone in the garbage because I was rushing.” You said holding up your phone to show him, laughing as he feigned a look of disgust.

“Ew, get that away from me.” Kirishima said distancing himself from you slightly as he glanced at you phone. 

“Shut up. Did you at least get anything good with the abundance of time on your hands?” You glanced at the basket in his hands, it was piled full of random stuff.  

“Obviously, you’re talking to a road trip master.” He nodded completely serious and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Oh right, I completely forgot.”

Kirishima had picked up an aux cord when he was paying at the store. You were so excited when he showed you; you made a playlist for the road trip and you wanted to listen to it. The next few hours consisted of driving on the same road, eating the occasional snacks and the two of you jamming out to music from middle school.

 It was so fun being able to spend some time with Kirishima with nothing else to worry about. Except for all the little things that kept going wrong. After playing music from your phone the past few hours it had dropped charge very fast. It wouldn’t have been that big of a deal if it didn’t have the address of the hotel you two were supposed to stay at.

“Kiri, do you have a phone car charger?” You asked staring at the now dead phone. It had been through so much today.

“Ahhhh, shit no I don’t. Check the glove box, maybe your parents had one in it?” He asked glancing at the compartment. You already knew they didn’t keep anything good in the old car but you gave it a shot anyways.

Luck was not on your side again though; the glove box was empty. It fell open with a soft thud.

“Wonderful.” You said nearly facepalming. You hadn’t brought yours because the you guys thought you’d be at the hotel way earlier than now. “We need maps for the hotel.”

“You can use mine!” Kirishima said handing you his phone. “Mine is charged enough.” You couldn’t help but laughslightly at his background. It was him standing with a cardboard cut out of Crimson Riot, a huge smile on his face.

“Cute background.” You said nudging his arm and blush broke out on his face when he realized what you meant.

“The cut out was so cool! How could I not snag a pic with it?” His blush only deepened as he explained himself, it was adorable. You just shook your head and turned back to the phone, opening the maps app.

“I don’t remember the address.” You mumbled after a minute of staring at the search bar, you never thought to write it down just in case. 

“I don’t think I ever even looked at it.” He said rubbing the back of his neck with one of his hands almost in defeat.

“I feel bad you’ve been driving literally all day. I could’ve at least remembered the address of our hotel.” You said rubbing your hands over your eyes. “Are you tired?”

“Yeah, a little. But I can keep driving, we’ve got to be at least close to another hotel?” Kirishima said quickly flashing you a smile. It was getting late now and for all you knew the place you booked could be hours away.

“Give me one sec, I’ll look something up.” You said and after a minute you found a motel near by on the road you were driving. “I found a plan b, but it’s no five-star hotel.”

“You’ll be there, so it sounds like heaven to me.” He said a cheeky grin resting on his face now,, and you were a little thankful for how he always seemed to lighten the mood.  “Let’s settle there for the night, we both could use some sleep.”

The old man at the check in counter looked bored, annoyed once he saw you walk in. It was a small motel, maybe ten rooms at max. The lobby was even tinier, just a chair in the corner and a couple fake plants on the table next to it.

“Can I help you?” The man said gruffly. The name on his badge was smeared, you couldn’t read it.

You stood behind Kirishima, holding your bag over your shoulder. He walked up to the counter and smiled hesitantly. “Yeah, um do you have any rooms available?”

The man stared at him for what seemed like a whole minute. “Don’t know.”

Kirishima looked back at you with wide eyes. You shrugged your shoulders almost amused at the mans behavior.

“Can you, check maybe? We’re sorry it’s just been a long day and we’re tired.”

“Yeah, whatever. Give me a second.” The old man grunted and looked down at the book in front of him. It sounded like he tried to clear his throat but then it turned into a coughing fit. Kirishima looked at you again in disbelief and it took everything in you not to laugh. The man hit his chest a few times and stopped coughing, looking up.  “Room two’s free.”

“Great! We’ll take it.” You said quickly, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. You hadn’t even thought to ask about the room, desperate to leave the lobby. 

Once you got to the room and set your stuff down, the exhaustion of the day hit you. You could only imagine how Kirishima felt after driving all day. The room was very small, with one bed, a chair and table, and an old box tv sitting on a bookshelf. It wasn’t much but it was perfect for the night, until you noticed the bed was a twin bed. Shit.

“Kiri.” You said, after he came out of the bathroom. “Look at the bed.”

“Is something wrong with it? Does it have bugs or something!” He asked without even looking at it.

“No, you dummy, just look.” You couldn’t help but laugh at how his mind started to run.

He turned to look, and you saw him realize what you meant. “That is a small bed.”

“Yup.” You responded slipping off your shoes, any energy you would’ve had to worry about it was gone now.

“I’ll go see if there’s a cot or something. You take the bed.” Kirishima said heading for the door. “I don’t even know if I’ll fit on it.”

You grabbed his arm to stop him, you didn’t want another experience with the old man up front. “We’ll just have to make us fit on it.”

He grinned and turned to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. It was comforting after the long day you had. “I’ve been dying to do this all day. But you know kissing and driving isn’t safe.”

He placed a quick kiss to your lips, but you pulled him back in deepening it. You both pulled away after a minute and Kirishima let out a huge yawn.

“Let’s go to sleep, we can start over tomorrow.”

“Good idea.” He nodded moving to the bed. You weren’t sure how but Kirishima fit on it, with the perfect amount of room for you. “Looks like you get to sleep on me tonight, Y/n. How lucky.”

“I’m starting to think you maybe planned this, Kiri. You look a little too excited.” You teased and sat on the edge of the bed and he wasted no time in pulling you close to him, ignoring what you said. “You’re comfy.”

“So are you.” Kirishima grinned and tightened his arms around you. “You got your phone charging? We don’t want a repeat of tonight, not that I’m really complaining. I get to hold you all night.”

“Yup, first thing I did.” You said. His hands moved to your hair and started to play with it mindlessly. Even if he didn’t notice, it was putting you to sleep. Unknowingly you let out a soft sigh at the feeling. .

“Oh, you like that?” He asked and you could hear the smile in his voice. His arms around you were so warm even under the thin blanket. “Maybe if the bed was a little bigger we could’ve gotten even closer.” 

“Don’t tempt me” You said snuggling further into him. “You’re tired, get some rest and who knows maybe tomorrow the bed will be bigger.”

“I hope so.” He laughed and you could feel the vibrations rattling his chest. “Even though a lot of stuff went sideways today, I don’t think we could’ve planned something more perfect.”

“Me either. Now shush, pillows don’t talk.” You mumbled, barely able to fight sleep anymore. He was right though, it was a lot better than you’d been expecting after everything that happened.

“Okay, okay. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Kiri.”

[ca-8]

Yakko x Reader Scenario: When You First Meet

'This is it. The beginning of the end.' 

Gripping on the straps of her backpack, (Y/n) exited the bus and stared up at the water tower that displayed the famous Warner Bros. logo. As expected, it emitted a smug aura onto the entire area; however, surprisingly, there was a slight twinge of mystery to it as well. But she didn't have time to ponder about it, so she only gave it an uneasy look and headed straight for the entrance.

Her heart stopped. She knew the place was going to be busy, but it was like an entire New York City packed in one section! So many writers, producers, actors, large men carrying heavy sets, every type of person working in film was scattered all over the place. It was like an ocean, with the people as marine life doing what they're designed to do, and (Y/n) being the puppy that was abandoned at sea.

The moment it all settled in, an involuntary realization invaded her thoughts. 'I don't belong here.'

The young girl reminded herself to breathe and rushed over to a vacant wall, then pulled out her phone. She had already sent her mother about a thousand messages telling her she was here, but since she hasn't responded, a few more shouldn't hurt. Fingers rapidly typing away, she bit her lower lip, already wishing she had stayed on that bus. 

"Oh, you're just gonna love it!" Her mother's squealing voice had already filled her skull. "You're so talented, I know you're gonna fit right in."

'Yeah, standing around all day with a bunch of people I don't know while doing something I suck at is exactly how I wanna spend my summer.' She let out a soft sigh. 'It's fine. Just shut up and make her happy, (Y/n).'

Several attempts of calling and texting later, no response. (Y/n) sighed again, and her eyes wandered over to the bustling crowd. 'No way. Absolutely no way.' But if she wanted to get the day over with, absolutely yes way.

First, she walked up to a lady looking down at the clipboard in her hands. "Um, excuse me," (Y/n) said. 

The lady's head snatched up. "KYLE!" she yelled, her eyes now ablaze with fury, "YOU IDIOT! THAT GOES IN THE WAREHOUSE ACROSS THE STUDIO!" And like there was nothing but a breeze behind her, the lady stomped off to the poor soul that had to face her wrath.

The breeze took a step back and ran around the corner. 'Maybe I'll find someone else instead…!' (Y/n) stopped and spotted a man sitting on the steps that lead to the entrance of a small building. She swallowed whatever was left in her mouth and reluctantly approached him. 

"E-Excuse me, sir?" she stuttered, hoping her voice was louder than the last time. As she got closer, (Y/n) noticed he was chuckling, and his gaze was glued onto a small piece of paper. 

"I...I did it…!" he said. She yelped and shrinked back when he suddenly jumped to his feet. "I FINALLY DID IT! WE'LL SEE WHO'S REGRETTING THE DIVORCE NOW, MARGARET!" And with a manic laugh, the man dashed into the building. 

'...Or maybe I'll just find it myself.'

It wasn't too long before (Y/n) got herself lost. Despite the help of maps that were stuck to some of the buildings, all of them seemed exactly the same. It was like a maze, and with each passing minute, she was more and more convinced that there was no finish line. Even worse, her mother was too busy to respond to anything she sent her. 

'Oh, what should I do?' (Y/n) thought for the thousandth time. No matter how hard she pinched or held them, her arms refused to stop trembling. Not too long ago, the outside of the studio became deserted and she'd hate to walk in a warehouse and possibly interrupt something important, so asking for help again was out of the question.

...Or, perhaps it wasn't. 

A tiny, hopeful smile crossed (Y/n)'s face when she heard the sounds of frustrated grunts around the corner. It was the first time she was so relieved to see a stranger. 

And thank god that stranger was a security guard. Though she wondered why he had a giant net in his hand, she shoved the curiosity as far in the back of her mind as she could and reached up to gently tap his shoulder. 

"Um, excuse me sir?" she asked as loud as she could. 

His head whipped around, revealing angry eyes and a scowl that said he was ready to kill. But right as his gaze landed on her, it changed within an instant. 

"Oh, hello!" he said with a bright smile. 

(Y/n) blinked, cocking her head. ‘What was this guy up to?’

"I'm sorry to bother you, but do you know where (M/n) (L/n) is filming? I'm her daughter, (Y/n), and I'm trying to look for her. She's not answering her phone either."

His joyful expression slowly melted into a confused one. "Uuhhh…(M/n) (L/n)?”

“Yes. She’s a part of Animal Kingdom? Do you know where that’s being filmed?”

“Oh! I know there’s a zoo around here called Animal Kingdom! I don’t think you’ll find it in a film studio, though.”

(Y/n) frowned. “...No, I mean the show. Aren’t they filming in a warehouse today? Do you know where that is?”

“Who’s ‘they’?”

Her eye twitched, and she was just about ready to drown the entire studio in the nearest ocean. “N-Nevermind, I’ll just-”

As if the universe wasn’t satisfied with tormenting her enough, the security guard suddenly launched up into the air and flew into the sky. Right before her eyes, the heavens were coated with explosives of every color that ever existed. 

“Oh my god!” (Y/n) yelled. ‘Who strapped fireworks on that guy?!’

“Oh, I knew you’d love it!”

Her eyes were ripped from the loud fireworks show as she was immediately smothered in a hug. “It’s so nice that another girl’s here! All the other ones here are either too busy or just keep shouting about a restraining order for some reason. I dunno, but anyway, I just know you're gonna love it here! Anyway, my name’s Princess Angelina Louisa Cantessa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the third! But since we're friends now, you can just call me Dot.”

This confirmed it. This was a trap set up by her mother to deliberately drive her insane, because how else can someone explain the nut jobs and talking dogs in pink dresses? 

A combination of those two things happened to be clutching her head and digging her face into hers. “...Huh?” (Y/n) mumbled.

‘Dot’ jumped off of her and smiled widely. “Sorry about Ralph by the way. I figured out you were coming at the last second and I really needed someone for your welcoming gift.” she said.

(Y/n) glanced up at the sky where the fireworks were slowly dying down. “Um...Is he gonna be okay?” she asked.  

“Of course he will!” her backpack said.

The teen screamed and threw her bag on the ground. A hand popped out and unzipped it with impossible ease, then a taller boy version of Dot jumped out, pulling up his long brown pants and flashing a grin. 

“H-...H-H-How did you…?!” (Y/n) stuttered, pointing at him. 

“What? Never heard of cartoon logic?” he said, approaching her. “And Ralph’ll be fine. His skull’s so thick, concrete’s the last thing that can kill him.”

“What-?”

“Anyhow,” he walked over to Dot and put an arm over her shoulder, “The name’s Yakko, this here’s my beloved baby sister Dot, and this is-” He stopped, staring at the empty space to his left. He leaned into Dot, whispering, “Say, uh, you don't mind looking for Wakko, do ya sis?”

Dot glanced at (Y/n) for an uncomfortable moment and suddenly shot her brother a glare. "I've got eyes all over this studio, Yakko," she warned, slowly stepping away.

Now (Y/n) certainly knew she didn't see pairs of eyes appear around every inch of her sight. 'Oh god, I didn't breath in drugs on the way here, did I? Actually, that would explain whatever the heck's going on.'

Yakko smiled as he watched his sister leave and turned to (Y/n). He walked closer to her, and she realized that his half-lidded eyes had a strange glint in them. “Sooo, your name’s (Y/n), right? A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

(Y/n)’s face heated up. ‘First I get lost, then see a guy get blown up, and now some other guy’s flirting with me? ...To be honest, this is still better than what Mom had planned for today.’

“So what brings ya’ here?” he asked.

“O-Oh, well, my Mom was supposed to give me a tour of the studio, but I’ve been giving that to myself all day. I tried finding her, but I’m pretty sure I’m nowhere near it by now.” Her eyes wandered over to the ground, but a realization made them perk back up and over to Yakko. “Hey, do you happen to know this place by any chance?”

“Know it? Please, my sibs and I live here, we know this place by heart and soul!” He mumbled something else, along the lines of “Basically made our hearts and souls”. 

Her heart jumped; finally, a piece of good news. “Really?” she said, a smile spreading across her face.

He nodded. “So where do ya’ need to go?” Before she could answer, he pulled out a piece of folded paper and moved in so close, their shoulders were smooshed together. Yakko unfolded it, and it turned out to be the biggest map (Y/n) has ever seen. “Well, from here, you’re gonna need to take a right and continue straight until you get to the Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts exhibit. But be careful, I heard some of them escaped, and if anyone asks if you’ve seen any of them, don’t tell them I gave one to Dot as a late birthday gift. Anyway, you take a left from there, then a right where you’ll see the lot where they used to shoot Game of Thrones. Now this is only a rumour I’ve heard, but I think some of the producers are still on that set. If you happen to see them, do not, I repeat, DO NOT mention season eight, or maybe just don’t mention the show at all. Actually, don’t even look at them. As a matter of fact, you probably shouldn’t even go there at all, just keep heading straight until you get to the D.C. Universe lot. Then you just take left there, then a sharp right over over, then you keep going straight until you get to here, turn up over there, turn right there, and then you’re there. Did ya’ follow all that?”

(Y/n) stared at his face, which was practically radiating with enthusiasm, and she felt her eye twitch again. “...No,” she said, shaking her head.

His smile dimmed, but it became just as bright as the sun again a split-second later. “Ah well, maps are gettin' old anyways,” he said, throwing the map over his shoulder. “WAKKO!!”

And, low and behold, another anthropomorphic dog popped out of nowhere, and (Y/n) was starting to question if there was an army of them hidden somewhere. But she had to admit, it was pretty cute how this one was dressed in an oversized blue sweater and red hat. 

“Tablet, please,” Yakko said politely, holding out his hand. 

‘You're not gonna walk me there-?'

Wakko suddenly held his head back with his cheeks puffed out, then leaned into Yakko’s hand as he forced out a small object from his mouth. After an incredibly uneasy moment, a tablet glazed in spit was in Yakko's grasp. While he praised the little guy, (Y/n) forced back the urge to vomit.

“E-Ehhhh…?” She couldn’t say anything else while her gaze frantically went back and forth from Wakko and the regurgitated tablet. 

“Oh! Where are my manners?” Yakko said. “(Y/n), this is my dear little brother, Wakko. Wakko, this here’s our new special friend, (Y/n).” 

“Hello!” Wakko greeted, who was suddenly in her arms. “You’re really pretty!”

“Ehh? Thank you? I guess??” she said apprehensively, and finally managed to make eye contact. Despite his...quirks, he's actually a little adorable... She let herself grin a little.

The moment of semi-peace was ruined when she took notice of Yakko’s narrowed eyes. “ALrighty, (Y/n)!” he said loudly, grabbing his little brother by the collar and gently setting him on the ground. “Animal Kingdom, right? Let’s get ya’ right over there.” He moved right beside her and taped the screen a couple times. 

“Um, what’re you doing exactly?” she asked.

“Doing what every person does to get somewhere nowadays.” He grabbed her waist and pulled her against him, and (Y/n) flinched from his touch. “Please keep your arms, legs, and personal items inside the tablet at all times.”

Just when she was about to question him for the hundredth time, he pressed the screen again, and her vision became nothing but white. Her body felt like it was launched into a tornado; a strong force of wind thrusted her back, and somehow, the boy’s arm kept her from flying off from his side. A second later, her feet were back on the ground, the sky was where it needed to be, and reality was back in place. 

Except for (Y/n)’s mentality. 

She stumbled around, trying to find her balance as the world unbearably whirled around her. Finally, she shook her head, and quickly turned back towards Yakko, whose face tried to tell her whatever happened was perfectly fine and normal. 

“What was THAT?” she yelled, staggering towards him and gripping his shoulders.

And he still had the audacity to have that 'why-are-you-freaking-out-so-much-we-do-this-every-Friday' smile. “Thank you for attending Warner’s Travel Tours! I would say my Agent Ralph’ll take your bags, but I left him alone with my sibs, so he’s probably in the middle of the Pacific Ocean by now.”

(Y/n) could only stare at him. Her mind was twisting and turning, trying so hard to make any sense of what happened but only making her headache grow larger and larger. And then, her thoughts just went blank.

She smirked. Then giggled. And a few seconds later, she had burst out laughing whilst holding her stomach. (Y/n) looked back up at Yakko, wiping a tear from her eye. “Th-Thank you…” she said, catching her breath. 

His smile had grown and she thought his white cheeks were red for a moment. Yakko had opened his mouth, but whatever he was about to say was cut off by a net suddenly covering his entire body. Ralph was behind him, his skin and clothes burnt and ears practically smoking. “You’re coming with me, Warner!” he said.

And yet, Yakko only grinned. Like physics was his enemy, he disappeared from inside the net and appeared sprouting from the security guard’s back, cheerfully waving at (Y/n). “I’ll see ya’ around, yeah?” he said, then ran around the corner with Ralph sprinting right after him.

(Y/n) giggled and reached for the straps around her back. But when she only felt the (f/c) fabric of her shirt, her smile dropped, and a deep sigh escaped her lips. “Great…” she whispered.

“(Y/N)!” 

She gasped as a pair of arms squeezed the life out of her. Her mother spun her around to face her gleaming smile, which was immediately replaced by an apologetic frown. “I’m so sorry I didn’t get your texts! That scene took forever, but I’m glad you found your way here! You’re so smart! Anyway, I know we don’t get as much time now, but there’s still so much we’ll be able to see!...”

She rambled on and on and on and on. Her daughter’s shoulders slumped and she followed her to where she wanted her to go, but the frown on her face didn’t last long when she remembered the fun she had just a few seconds ago. ‘Maybe this summer won’t be that bad.’

[fivelakesinwriting]

Out of Character (Rafe Cameron) Part 2

Warnings: SMUT, Brief talk of drug use.

Authors Note: I posted this on my mobile, so I'm sorry this is sooo bulky on your timeline. I hope you all enjoy.

Days later, the events of The Red Night had been forgotten by most - with the exception of JJ Maybank and Topper Thornton.

Gemma and Rafe had moved on, and Topper despised it. He had wanted to make a move on Gemma that night. Frankly he thought after Rafe had almost put JJ Maybank in a watery grave that the tale of Gemma Mercer and Rafe Cameron would be done. Apparently she just liked him more.

Topper sat at a table at the country club after a round of golf with Kelce, and Rafe. They chose a table , obviously, in Gemma's section and waited.

"Hey, boys." She smiled as she walked up, leaning her body into Rafe.

"Hey, baby. Wanna get us a round?" Rafe smirked as he squeezed her backside unapologetically.

Topper ran his tongue over his teeth, his unconscious tick when he was uncomfortable. And he was very uncomfortable as he watched Rafe's fingertips reach up Gemma's shorts for her thighs.

Topper, that tickles. Stop. You're covered in cu -

Topper stood up from his spot at the table and knocked over his chair. He announced he was going to the bathroom and stormed off. He waved behind him as Gemma asked what kind of beer he wanted.

I don't fucking care.

Topper rushed into the one person bathroom and locked himself inside. He let out a shaky breath as he tried to gather himself. He had not realized the consequences of his actions, the severity of the hand he had been dealt.

Topper had not been honest with Rafe when he told him nothing had happened with Gemma on The Red Night. A pretty girl in a red dress who is full of vodka, and a Kook on coke with heartbreak don't mix.

Topper helped a drunk Gemma into his empty house, and watched as she kicked off her shoes. He tried not to noticed as her dress hiked up her thighs almost to her hips.

No panties. Fuck.

"C'mon, Gemma. This way." Topper laughed softly as he led her towards the spare room. He held her shoulders , guiding her safely to the bed.

"Goodnight, Gemma." Topper stated softly as he turned away while she crawled into bed. Her backside in full display to him. All the times Rafe bragged about sinking his teeth into it made him suddenly jealous.

"Wait. Topper?" She asked softly from the middle of the California King.

"Yeah?" He asked while he looked at his feet, unable to look at the drunk girl.

"Do you have any clothes I could sleep in? I kind of thought I would be with Rafe tonight." She smiled softly as she pushed her hair out of her face.

Topper nodded before he went to his room to grab a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt. When he came back into the room Gemma had gotten out of bed and stripped out of the dress to reveal nothing but her tanned body.

"What are you doing?" Topper stammered as he looked his best friend's girl up and down relentlessly. He didn't care anymore. If she was going to be naked in his house then he was going to look.

"Getting ready for bed, Silly." She smiled as she reached for the clothes he clutched in his fist.

"No. With me." He rasped out as his eyes moved from the tanlines on her feet , hips and the lack of lines across her chest.

"I'm not doing anything." Gemma replied as she looked up at him.

"You are, and it isn't fair . This what you're doing right now is fucked up. Because you think I won't don't anything about it because you're Rafe Cameron's girl. But fuck that." Topper spat as he tossed the clothes on the bed and closed the gap between them.

He placed a hand on her soft backside while the other entangled itself in her hair. He pressed himself against the naked girl and kissed her firmly, his tongue in her mouth immediately. He didn't give a fuck, especially not when she moaned into his mouth.

"You're in trouble, Topper Thornton." She panted when he let her breathe. Her hands pressed against his chest and she rubbed her naked hips against his golf shorts.

"Yeah, I am." Topper replied as he nudged her nose with his as he backed her up to the bed. He pushed her on to her back, biting on his bottom lip as she bounced on the bed.

"What are you going to do, Topper?" She asked as she bent her knees and held her thighs together.

"Kinda feel like devouring you. Kinda feel like making you beg. " Topper replied as he pulled off his shirt then spread her legs.

"Topper." She blushed as she tried to close her thighs again.

"Don't. I get to hear about how fucking good you taste, now it's my turn for a sample." Topper stated as he pressed her knees down on either side of the bed and looked down at her completely exposed to him.

"Topper." His name was like her only reaction now. Topper knelt at the foot of his bed as he pulled her closer to the edge. Her skin so soft while he tossed her thighs over his shoulder.

He didn't start slow. He attached his lips to her clit and gave a harsh suck that made her cry out. She grabbed at his hair and pushed her hips up into his face.

"Be fucking good." Topper grunted as he grabbed her hips with both hands and pushed them down onto the bed. He realized mid - action that he shouldn't be so rough. He could've left bruises on another man's girlfriend as he devoured her...

"Fuck, Topper!" She gasped as her hips writhed in his hands.

"You taste so fucking sweet." Topper slurred between her legs as he ever so briefly added his fingers to her centre. The pads of his fingers brushed against her soaked core, making her cry out for him, before he softly pressed them to her thigh.

"Topper. I think...please, don't.." Gemma gasped out as she pulled at his hair.

Topper nodded, then grunted in response. He gripped at her thighs to keep her close as he tongue swiped over her clit and brought her to the edge. For the first time in a long time he was happy he was home by himself. The scream that left this tiny girl was almost alien.

"Did I break you?" Topper asked as he placed messy kisses on her thigh.

"That tickles, Topper. Stop! You're covered in cum." She giggled as she gently pushed his face away.

"You don't like it?" Topper asked as he pulled his face up from between her legs, so he could lean down and kiss her lips.

"I like it a lot." She replied as she reached for his belt and ripped it through the loops of his shorts.

Topper's head was spinning. He wasn't sure how had quickly gotten into his position - literally - but he didn't want to stop. He now understood why Rafe didn't shut the fuck about her, and was incessant about their sex life. And all Topper had done was put his tongue on her .

"Come here, pretty girl." Topper grunted as he rolled onto his back and pulled her with him. He positioned the girl on top of his lap.

Just as Topper was about to lower Gemma onto his manhood. His breath held in his throat, he heard the screech of tires on the gravel out front.

"That's..fuck. That's Rafe." Topper groaned as she took the lead and sunk down onto him.

"Nooo, Silly. It's not." She cooed as she started to shift her hips. Topper groaned and his head rolled back at her tight heat.

"You feel so fucking good." Topper rasped out, his hands gripped at the flesh of her backside.

It was the long honk of the his horn that startled her. She squeezed her muscles around him as the horn went off and Topper growled like a trapped animal.

"You fucking bitch." Topper grunted as he thrust up into her. His hips became rabid as he thrust up into her over and over again.

Topper pulled out as he came, the feeling of her own orgasm too much for him to handle. Topper shivered as he laid on his back for a moment, Rafe's horn the background sound to their infidelity.

"I'm going to go calm him down." Topper stated softly as he put himself back in his pants and slid out from under her.

"Was I that bad?" She asked softly as Topper made his way to the door.

Topper's heart skipped a beat, while his cock jumped. Had she not been there for any of that?

"No. You were incredible, Silly." Topper smiled softly back at her before he quickly walked out of the house.

Topper would never tell her she was the best he had ever had in his young life. That after she left he couldn't get her out of his head. Her taste off his tongue, or her screams out of his ears.

He wanted more.

..

Topper stood in the bathroom at the country club and splashed  cold water on his face to try and calm down. He was not thinking about his best friend's girlfriend. And he was definitely not thinking about her on her back, with her thighs over his shoulders while his face was buried between them. He wasn't thinking about how tight and warm she was, or the way her hips rotated to get all of him.

No. He wasn't.

"Yo. Topper. You alright, man?" Came Rafe's voice and a heavy knock on the other side of the door.

"Be right out."

Topper opened the door to reveal Rafe with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face.

"What? You doing bumps without me in here?" Rafe grinned as he looked around as if to spot the white powder.

Topper scoffed as he led the two of them back to their table. Gemma had served them all drinks and was running around taking orders for a large party that had just finished golfing.

"So, you and Gemma make up after the other night?" Topper asked after a generous sip of beer.

"Yeah, we did." Rafe smirked as he lowered his sunglasses onto his eyes. As if they would block him from ogling his girlfriend in plain sight.

"That's good." Kelce replied as he texted on his phone, probably another conquest.

"Well, that pussy is just the finest quality bro." Rafe smirked as he watched Gemma walk across the terrace.

Topper clenched his fists as he stood up from his chair again. He glared at Rafe before he stalked off towards the bar where Gemma stood waiting for the glasses to be filled.

"Hi, Topper." She smiled at him, as if she hadn't rode him within an inch of his life four days ago.

"Can I talk to you?" Topper asked, his eyes darted from her to Rafe.

"Sure." She nodded as she slid her tray to a fellow server and walked off with Topper.

"So you and Rafe made up?" Topper asked as they stood away from Gemma's section, away from Rafe.

Gemma scoffed as she shielded her eyes from the sun. "I mean, yeah. We're together."

"And the other night with us meant nothing to you?" Topper whispered, careful of who could hear. The Outer Banks were small, everyone knew everyone. And their business.

"I didn't say that, Topper." She replied with a roll of her eyes.

She infuriated him. It was as if that night meant nothing to her. As if he had not pulled her from the crossfire of Rafe and JJ only to have her put him between her and Rafe.

"Exactly. You haven't said anything, Gemma. He picked you up literally as I was inside of you, he took you home. Probably fucked you, and then it's all good. It's fine. Because he's Rafe Cameron." Topper scowled as he looked her up and down, doing his best not to remember what she looked like naked and on the brink of orgasm.

"Fuck you, Topper. You're putting your anger at Sarah for shacking up with Routledge on me. And it's not okay. We hooked up, it was fun. Get over it." Gemma spat at him, her neatly manicured finger pressed into his toned chest.

"Yeah, it was fucking fun. But I think it was more than fun for you, Gemma. I think you needed me Saturday night." Topper hissed as he grabbed her wrist to pull her hand away.

"Needed you?" She replied with a glare, as she fought his grip.

"Yeah. You needed me. I took care of you when he was MIA on the fucking beach, made you come. Twice! And I have a sneaking suspicion he doesn't make you feel as good as you think he does in bed." Topper replied as they fought. He ended up with her pinned against the stucco wall as he held her arms over her chest.

"How dare you.."

"You asked me if you were bad in bed. And I don't fucking understand that. I haven't for days. Not when you look like that. Move your hips like you did, or your pussy tastes like.."

"Stop." She whispered as she avoided his intense eyes. His compliments embarrassed her.

"He doesn't say shit like that to you, does he?" Topper asked softly as he released his grip on her wrists.

"Not always. He's different when we are alone." She replied with a soft sniffle before she looked back up at Topper.

"Listen, I'm not...I'm not trying to put all my anger or whatever about Sarah onto you. Honestly I would rather focus that anger on Routledge. I just wanted you to know that I can't stop thinking about you. And that you weren't bad in bed. Quite frankly, you were the best I've had." Topper replied as he placed one had beside her head, while the other rubbed the back of his neck.

"Of who? Me and Sarah Cameron?" Gemma teased.

"Fuck you. I've had sex with plenty of other girls." Topper laughed softly as he looked at their feet.

"I'm sure."

"If I hadn't fucked a lot of girls then how would I have known what I was doing with you?" Topper grinned as he remembered the blissful moments between her legs with her hands buried in his hair.

"Beginner's luck?" Gemma replied as she looked up into his eyes.

Gemma didn't want to admit that she had enjoyed her time with Topper that night. He had made her feel incredibly good. She has not intended on sleeping with him that night, but it happened. She would be lying if she said she didn't think about him, too. The way he gripped at her hips as he devoured her, how his hips had a mind of their own once she had unintentionally squeezed her muscles around him.

The sounds he made.

It made her excited, and a little wet just thinking about how he roared as he came all over her thighs. How he slurred his speech into her core like he was drunk on her.

"Luckiest beginner of all time to make a pretty girl like you come that hard." Topper replied under his breath as he watched a sous chef walk by for a smoke break. Everyone knew who Gemma Mercer was, and that she was Rafe Cameron's arm candy.

"Guess next time you'll have to try harder. See what happens." She stated as she looked at him through his eyelashes.

"Don't fucking play with me, Gemma." Topper growled as he watched her shift her weight from one foot to the other.

"I should get back to my section before Melody takes all my tips." Gemma replied as she pushed her body off the wall.

"Come over tonight." Topper blurted out before he could catch himself.

"You want me to come over tonight?" Gemma repeated.

"Yes. Come over tonight. I'll make you dinner, we can raid my parent's wine cellar. We don't have to have sex, if you don't want to. I mean, I would really like to. But if you don't want to, I would be really happy with just having dinner with you."

"You're asking me on a date?" Gemma asked as she looked the boy up and down. She had never had a boy make her dinner.

"Yeah, I guess so. I mean, I know that Rafe is technically your boyfriend and all, but I think you deserve better and.." Topper was cut off by Gemma grabbing his face and pressing her lips to his firmly.

"I'll be there at 7." She replied once she let him breathe. She quickly scurried back up the stairs to tend to her section.

Topper licked his lips, unaware Rafe Cameron had watched the whole scene.

[4dtk]

@chanderylix: “Hello there~~👋🏻 I saw that you open for request so maybe can I have one?

I want to request First Date with Hendery (he's my bias from WayV). This is our first date after he asked me to be his gf. We already hang out for many times as a bestfriend before but this has different vibes lol. Also we almost have the same personality (funny, loud, fun) so I think we're meant to be each other! So we do things like holding hands (38) at the amusement park. After going home, we actually have our kiss (9) for the first time. We're still really shy XD and after that just laughing at each other, but it's already late night and we're really tired so we end it up with hug (20) and touching (37) until we fall asleep.

Sorry for my English XD. Thank you sooo much if you want to answer my ask. Stay safeee💖💖! Wanna be moots maybe? 🥺” omg thank you for the detailed scenario! and yes, i’d love to be moots!! <3 i hope you enjoy this :)

sorry this took so long hun!

hand-holding, 38: grabbing the other’s hand so they don’t fall

hugs, 20: cuddling

kisses, 9: first kisses

touching, 37: putting their head on the other’s chest

putting under a cut, bc it's a little long!

hendery’s face lights up when he sees you approaching him, shooting you a shy wave that contrasts with his personality. the little smile that widened into a grin was adorable, knowing that this was the first real date after asking you out on a drunk night of uno.

“hi,” your short moment of awkwardness is cut short when hendery breaks into a laugh, showing you the credits for the rides that he already bought beforehand. your impressed expression makes hendery laugh again before linking arms with you as he drags you into the amusement park.

“so! what ride are we going on first, m’lady?”

you scoff with a smile, tapping a finger on your chin with faux arrogance of a pretentious person, “what would you suggest, dear guanheng?”

hendery only replies with a raise of his eyebrow, almost seeing the gears turning at your question before you’re whipped away, quick footsteps evading the many people at the park. your best friend turned boyfriend takes the lead when your feet naturally lead to the tallest rollercoaster in the park.

the ride is looming over the both of you as your heads crane up to watch the current park-goers scream their heart out at the climax. the drop is intense and insanely fast that you gulp, although not fast enough before hendery distracts you from your intimidated state.

“guanheng…”

“it’s fine, we’ll be fine!”

little did hendery know, it was his turn to mumble your name when you’re both descending the steps of the rollercoaster, fisting the ends of his shirt as he tries to regain at least some stability after the intense ride. you’re fine even when you’re out of the ride’s proximity, staring at the other attractions with stars in your eyes and ignoring the crouched over hendery beside you.

“guanheng, let’s-!” there’s a weight on your hand, the warmth of his skin on yours making your heart race way too much for the current situation. as you fumble over his state, he’s slowly able to meet your eyes, recovering from the bad stomach that the rollercoaster had given him.

“you’re so looooud,” he whines while rising to his full height, taking delight in how your eyebrows furrowed in worry and your mouth was left agape at his joke.

“yeah, yeah, and your stomach sucks,” a quip from you has you both breaking into laughter, enjoying the rest of the amusement park hand in hand.

“whew! man, i’m tired,” you’re saying out loud that night, plopping onto your bed as hendery closes the door behind him. there’s a few snacks from the convenience store that you picked up along the way, jokes exchanged between the two of you as your hands stay linked even after the date, shooting occasional flustered looks that is always countered by one of hendery’s bad jests.

the other doesn’t hesitate to collapse into the bed with you, face down straight into your sheets as you use your forearm to shield your eyes from the ceiling light. within the next second, your shocked expression melts into a smile as hendery takes the place of the light-blocker, hovering over your person.

even at this angle, the way his hair falls takes your breath away, wondering how the gentle waves of his hair never captivated you before. you’re hyperaware of everything around you: your mixed breaths, the smell of the oven-baked convenient store burger and the way hendery’s hands are on either side of your head.

the next few words are a blur: “can i kiss you?” it’s a whispered question of consent which makes your heart sing in joy at his politeness. you lose all cheekiness that you usually had with the male, nodding rather sheepishly before he lowers himself to your lips.

they’re gentle on yours, experimenting with light movements before your respond on your end, wrapping both your arms around his neck. the first time is always like none other, you’ve heard it from your parents, your friends, and they’re always talking about seeing colours, yet seeing nothing at all as if the only thing you can focus on is the one in front of you.

in a way, they’re right, but you also can’t deny those colours weren’t already there whenever hendery teased you, held your hand as a joke, or even laid his head on your lap in the midst of movies.

the moment’s ruined, though, when your arms around him jerk a little too hard, causing his elbows to give out.

“oof-“ it escapes your mouth as hendery’s giggles fill the room, his full body weight on your while you continually tap his side in hopes that he’ll at least relieve you of the pressure on your chest. hendery speaks through muffled laughter, “maybe, i’ll just stay here! it’s pretty comfortable…”

“huang! guan! heng!” every character of his name is accentuated even when he managed to snuggle more into your person, somehow able to weave his arms under your back to encircle your waist.

even when you’re feigning annoyance, you can’t deny the flutter of your heart when he kisses you and brings you closer to his body, even more when he’s turning you around.

his giggles subsides into chuckles when you let out a sound of surprise. instead, now, you’re lying on his chest, the rush of the day slowly dying down into a comfortable atmosphere with the whir of the fan and hendery’s calm breathing filling your ears.

“rest now, (y/n),” his voice is serene, showing a small smile that you knew he only reserved for you, for nights of endless homework and tear-jerking movies. you decide to relish in the moment, playing with the hem of his outerwear as he does the same with your hair.

you fall asleep to the muted heartbeat of your new lover, knowing that there was more times coming where you’d be able to embrace and kiss him without worries.

[arvandus]

CONGRATS ON 500 OMG 🎉🎉🎉 IT'S MORE THAN DESERVED!!!!

Can I put in a request for All Might, #35 with a fluff ending?

Sooo.... I’m gonna be honest, I was so excited when I saw this request because.... angsty dialogue with a happy ending?  That shit is my jam.  And with All Might?  Perfect.

 A couple things before we get started: I went with All Might in his skinny form, cuz the prompt lends itself to that (so sorry if you were hoping for buff Might!) Also, took the artistic liberty of giving reader a healing quirk for this one called ‘Cat’s Cradle.’ You’ll (hopefully) see why it’s called that when you read it…

 I hope you enjoy, and sorry it’s taken so long to get this out!

 Um... Warnings: Blood (sorry, it’s Yagi... kinda a given), angst + happy ending

 Word Count: 3,223 and no regrets!

35. “I can’t sit here and watch you destroy yourself.”

 There was a familiar knock at your door, and in an instant you knew exactly who it was.  Your teeth clenched, your jaw stiffened.

 You weren’t going to answer it. Not this time.

 Knock knock knock

 You waited, frozen, unwilling to move, yet listening intently.  The sound of wet, guttural coughing reverberated through the wooden barrier.

 God damn it.

 When it came to a certain world-famous hero, it didn’t really take much for you to give up your resolve.  You made your way to the door and peeked through the peephole.  Yagi supported himself with one hand against the door frame as his other hand clutched at his chest.  The front of his shirt was bunched in his grasp, blood coating his pale hands and the white fabric beneath it.  A curse fell from your lips as your hands unlatched the lock on your door, swinging it wide open.

 Yagi looked up at you with grateful blue eyes, sunken deep into dark pits. His wild, blond hair stuck to his ashen face with sweat, his brow furrowed in pain.

 “Hey,” he greeted with a lighthearted grin.

 “Jesus Christ, Yagi…” you growled.

 You grabbed him by the elbow and ushered him into your space before closing and locking the door behind you.

 There was no time to rush him into the bathroom like you normally did.  Instead, you had him sit in a dining chair and began to peel off his blood-soaked shirt.  Just as the fabric lifted off his head, another round of coughing doubled him over, blood splattering the tiled floor.

 “Shit…” Yagi muttered.

 “Don’t worry about it.” You replied.  But it was hardly convincing.  Your tone was cold and hard with frustration.

 You weren’t mad about the floor, though… honestly, you couldn’t have cared less. What mattered was the man currently looking like he was on Death’s doorstep.  It pained you to see him so clearly suffering, his skin covered in sweat and blood even as he tried to smile reassuringly at you.  It didn’t matter how bright his smile was; it held little weight against the scar carved into his side, or the atrophy that stretched over his bones.

 Your heart couldn’t handle much more of this.

 Gently, you pressed your hands against the front of Yagi’s shoulders until he was sitting up, back straight.  Even without his buff form, Yagi was tall.  With your body so close to his, you could feel his ragged breath on your cheek, hear the air rattling from his lungs like leaves.  You couldn’t help but look him in the eyes then, and a faint flush crept across his sallow cheeks that made your own skin feel hot.

 “Stay still.” You instructed.

 You carefully placed one hand in front of his chest and the other behind his back, your fingertips hovering over his body.  Glowing, translucent-white threads emanated from your fingers, passing through him to connect together deep within his lungs. Slowly, you began weaving, fingers dancing and flicking like a game of Cat’s Cradle as your quirk stitched and healed the damaged tissue.  It was painstaking work, what was left of his lungs already in poor condition, and the more he pushed himself past his limits, the harder it was to repair what he’d repeatedly broken.  Sweat beaded your brow as you worked, your hands moving meticulously.  One wrong move, one wrong stitch…

 But you’d done this countless times over the years.  It was nearly second nature to you now… you knew his body nearly as well as your own.  You stared at the glistening red staining from his lips to his chest as you worked, your vision blurred as you focused on your quirk’s senses.

 Slowly, you could hear Yagi’s ragged breaths begin to improve.  His gasps for air filled deeper into his chest, expanding his rib cage.  His exhales followed clean and steady.  The tension in his face relaxed, his brow smoothing over as he closed his eyes.

 Finally, you broke the connection and slumped into your own chair, exhaustion overtaking you.  It was far from perfect, but it was the best you could do given his level of deterioration. You watched Yagi take a few more deep, experimental breaths before he looked up at you.  You opened your mouth to scold him, your brow furrowed into a frown, but froze as soon as you saw his gentle expression become guarded as he prepared for your verbal onslaught.

 An ache filled your throat where your words were supposed to be, and you closed your mouth.  How easy it was to revert back to old habits when you were together.  The two of you were broken; the same old wounds seeping red because they were never given a chance to properly heal.

 You weren’t going to go through it again; not this time.  You were too tired.  And it wasn’t like it made much difference anyway.  It didn’t matter how much you begged, cried, or yelled.  Yagi wouldn’t stop.  He couldn’t stop.

Silence fell between you as you both stared at each other, the space between you feeling empty. No doubt your hurt was evident in your face, your body language, your eyes.  And if there was one thing you knew Yagi hated, it was seeing you upset.  He wanted to hold you.  You could see it in the way his body leaned towards you of its own accord, arms shifting just the slightest bit closer to your torso.  You could see the words on the edge of his tongue too, suspended between parted, bloodstained lips.

 Don’t. A part of you begged.  You didn’t want his comfort.  You didn’t want his excuses.

 Just as his mouth opened wider to speak, you averted your eyes and shifted your body away from him.  It was difficult – painful, as if you were a plant being pulled from the earth, fragile roots breaking in the soil.

 “You should go clean up.” You said quietly.

 Another long pause greeted you before he finally spoke.  “Yeah.  Okay.” He stood.  “Do you still have my clothes?”

 “Yeah. Dresser, bottom drawer.” You replied.

 Yagi excused himself, and a moment later you heard the sound of running water in the bathroom.  You stared at the bloodied floor and the stained shirt balled up on your table.  Nausea filled you, twisting your gut.

 Quickly, you grabbed your cleaning supplies and set to work, watching as the blood soaked into the white paper towels like an inkblot test.  Each fresh bloom of crimson spelled the foreshadowing you tried to erase, until you were wiping and scrubbing at the floor in frantic anger, tears dripping from your lashes.  It felt futile.  No matter how many paper towels you used, you always seemed to need more.

 By the end of it, the trash can was full, the roll noticeably smaller than when you had started.  You added Yagi’s ruined shirt to the top of the pile and stashed the bin away out of sight beneath your kitchen sink.  You’d take it out as soon as he left.  

 You could still hear the shower running in your bathroom, so you went to your living room and slouched onto your couch, waiting for Yagi to finish.

 You had hoped that cleaning up the mess would help reduce the severity from the situation, help you mask your growing fears.  But it was too late.  All you could see was red.  The red on his lips, the red on your floor, the red in the paper towels...

 The emotions you had hoped you could suppress until he left began to crest in you, and you vacated the living room in favor of the privacy of your bedroom. Maybe if you could let a few tears out during his shower, then you’d have enough composure until he left.  You curled onto your bed, your pillow clutched tightly in your arms as you buried your face into the plush fabric.

 For so long you’d held out, hoping that one day he’d understand.  That he’d see the damage to his body, see how quickly he was deteriorating.  That he’d see the fear in your eyes every time he showed up on your doorstep needing your help.  You’d hoped that your countless conversations would eventually amount to something, your words secretly unravelling the veil he chose to wear over his eyes as he fought battle after battle.

 It was that pesky, lingering hope that had been keeping you going.  Hope that eventually, there’d be an end to it all. Hope that Yagi could finally stop killing himself for the sake of the greater good.  Hope that the two of you could eventually pick up where you’d fallen and live a happy life.

 And it was hope that made you open the door for him each time.

 But now, that hope was finally gone.  You were done trying.  You realized it as soon as you’d finally given up talking to him – finally given up trying to save him.

 An emptiness took its place, cold and heavy.  Its absence gave no place for your love to nest, no place for your dreams to take root.  All you had left was the heavy, gut-wrenching reality that eventually, inevitably, you’d lose him.  Either he’d die in battle, or worse… He’d show up at your doorstep, his body beyond repair, and the only thing you’d be able to do is hold him as his lungs filled with blood.

 Your chest constricted so tightly at that single, horrible thought that you couldn’t even breathe, your lungs burning in a frantic need for oxygen.  There was nothing in the world worse than that single moment coming to life.  But you couldn’t erase it, couldn’t run from it.  It sat there, as real and permanent as the blood-soaked rags lurking in your kitchen trash.  You tried to suck air into your lungs, but the knot in your throat didn’t allow it, a suffocating sob lodged like a rock.  Your arms tightened around your pillow.

 You were going to lose him.  And there was nothing you could do about it.

 Grief settled itself onto your shoulders, heavy as an anchor.  Grief for a future that could never be. Grief for the death of a love that never fully had a chance to bloom. Grief for a man who would eventually slip through your fingers to become bones and dust, leaving nothing but the ache of his memory upon your soul.  You buckled under its weight, the heavy sob finally spilling from your parted lips as tears soaked into your pillow.

 You didn’t even notice as Yagi entered the room to find you curled up in your bed, sobbing.

 “Hey…” He whispered as he rushed over.

 His arms were around you in an instant, pulling you up against his bony chest, your head tucked under his chin.

 “Hey, hey…” he soothed as he held you.

 You leaned into his embrace, letting his presence envelop you.  Maybe you should have fought it; pushed him away instead of letting yourself indulge.  But it felt too good, too safe, and your arms tightened around him selfishly as you cried.  It brought back familiar memories of a time when the two of you had been happy, surrendering to your feelings for each other, before it all fell apart.  

 God, how you missed this.  Love had never been the issue for the two of you.  No, that was the easy part.  But it wasn’t enough.  Not when all of Japan rested on his shoulders, leaving little space for you no matter how deeply he cared for you.

 He held you as you cried, silently holding the space for you, his arms a safety net for all of the emotional weight you couldn’t carry alone.  Your tears soaked his shirt, your arms wound tight around his ribs, as you wished for nothing more than the power to change what was.

 “I don’t want to lose you…” you sobbed.

 “You won’t.” He replied.

 His words were meant to be comforting, but their effect was the opposite, making your heart ache even more at his inability to address the issue head on. He always was an optimist when it came to things of the heart.  It was part of what made him such a great hero.  But optimism wouldn’t save either of you here.

 You pulled away from him slightly, already missing the closeness of him.

 “Don’t…” you pleaded.  “Don’t do that.”

 Yagi looked down at your tear-stained face.  “Do what?”

 Quietly, you grabbed a tissue from the tissue box on your nightstand and wiped at your nose.  The material crumpled into a ball within your fist and you stared at it, your vision already blurring with fresh tears.

 “Don’t try to give me hope.” You replied.

 Yagi stared with wide eyes before withdrawing his arms. His expression fell, wounded by the truth in your honesty.  

 You struggled not to let it sway you.

 “I… I can’t keep doing this.” You whispered as you wiped the last of the tears from your cheeks. “Every time you show up on my doorstep, you’re worse than before. I won’t always be able to help you.”

 He watched you in silence for a moment before looking away in shame, his fingers interlaced in front of him as he leaned forward.  “I know.” He replied.

 Regret filled you at rejecting him.  You wanted him to touch you, to hold you. To have his presence surround you. To feel him alive beneath you, whole and here.  But you had to set a boundary.  You had to stop following him, stop hoping… if you didn’t, it would destroy you.

 Instead, you sat with your arms wrapped around yourself, a pitiful defense against the familiar allure of the man next to you.

 “You keep wanting me to save you, Yagi… but how can I save you if you won’t save yourself?”  You looked at him then, your eyes locking with his.  “You keep choosing to fight, to push yourself well past your limits. And you keep coming here, because you know that I still love you and won’t turn you away.”

 Yagi sucked air into his lungs, his posture going stiff at your words. You were right.  He knew you were right.  His inability to counter your statement was evidence enough of that.  Disappointment and guilt filled you as you broke eye contact to look at your shaking hands.

 “But… I can’t sit here and watch you destroy yourself. And you shouldn’t expect me to.” You whispered.

 The words were heavy, filling the empty space between you with their finality. You refused to look at Yagi; you knew he’d be hurt.  You knew his shoulders would slump in defeat, his mouth pulled into a deep frown.  Guilt filled you, making your hands fidget and your shoulders tense as you waited for his response.

 “You’re right.”

 His words were a whisper and your eyes snapped up to stare at him, bewilderment on your face.  He’d never said those words to you before... not about this.  His mask had cracked, and you could finally see his emotions flashing across his face as he struggled to transform them into words.  Remorse. Panic. Love. Fear.

 He cleared his throat and repeated himself.  “You’re right.  I have asked a lot of you.” His brow furrowed.  “I don’t know why I keep coming back.  I guess I just get… homesick.”

 Your breath hitched in your throat as your heart pounded like a battle drum in your chest.  You opened your mouth to respond, but the words were stolen from you when Yagi’s eyes met yours, deep and familiar.

 “I miss you.” He stated.

 “Yagi...” You cupped his cheek in your hand.  He leaned into it briefly, before removing your hand from his face and holding it within his own.

 “Listen... I... didn’t intend to come here for your help.  Not this time.  But you know how these things are...” He explained.  “I was on my way over when a villain showed up, and...” Yagi’s words faltered as he saw the expression on your face begin to fall.  He was doing it again, getting caught up in his work, making excuses... hurting you.

 He cleared his throat. “It’s... not important.  The point is, is that there was something I wanted to tell you.  But... I’m not sure it’ll make much of a difference.” He averted his gaze, his brows pulled together pensively.

 Your own brow furrowed in response, confused by his ambiguity.  A part of you was hesitant... you’d truly felt that you were done, that you’d reached your limit.  But could tell that whatever it was, it was important to him, and it was something that he wanted to share specially with you.

 “Just... tell me.” You said quietly, as you emotionally braced yourself.

 His blue eyes looked back at you, and he took a steady breath.  “Alright...”  He took your other hand in his own.  Now he held both of your hands between you as he sat with you on your bed.  “I... found a successor.”

 Your eyes widened, as you felt overcome with dizziness.  You were lightheaded, suddenly floating on his words that still lingered in the air like morning mist.

 “W... what??” you choked out.  Your heart pounded wildly as your hands gripped his, the warm, firm touch barely grounding you.

 “I found a successor.” He repeated, a slow smile starting to spread across his lips at your dumbfounded reaction.

 A smile began to spread across your lips.  “Does that mean... you’re retiring?”

 “Yeah-”

 Your lips were on his before he could say anything more, your arms flinging themselves around his neck.  He laughed against your lips as he returned the kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into his lap.

 You pulled away for a moment and stared into his eyes. They sparkled with mirth, blue as a summer’s day.

 “Well, that went better than I expected...” Yagi teased.

 “Tell me it’s true.  You’re really done?” you asked.

 “Well, I still have to train my apprentice... he’s got a big heart and a strength in him that I don’t think he even realizes he has yet.  But it’s going to take some time for him to learn how to wield all that power.”  Yagi’s expression turned from happy to serious.  “And... I have to admit that I can’t retire just yet.”

 You opened your mouth to protest, but he covered your lips with his finger.

 “Hang on a second, firecracker.” He grinned.  “I will retire. But I still have remnants of One For All in me, and I need to protect this kid until he’s able to master that power.  I’ll still be All Might until that last spark leaves me. I’m sure you understand that much, right? I have a responsibility to him.”

 You brushed aside his long bangs, relishing in the feel of the golden locks between your fingers.  Of course, you understood.  You’d never expected it to be immediate anyway.  But at least things were in motion.  All he had to do was survive.  And if Yagi was good at anything, it was surviving.

 You had to believe in him.

 “Yeah...” you whispered.  “I understand.”

 Now it was Yagi’s turn to be surprised. “Really?”

 You smiled and kissed him again.  “Really.”

 You had hope.

[smut4bangtan]

Genie's Home Service (Jimin, One Night Only Anthology)

...GIRL. Once again, I’ve got a new favorite. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! 😉

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The cold breeze seeping in through the slightly open window made you shiver. The more time ticked away, the less your dinner looked appetizing. Still, though, you forced yourself to eat a few spoonfuls. You'd be needing energy later.

For the fifth time in two minutes, you checked your phone. There were two messages: one from your best friend Jian and the other from an unknown number. You clicked on Jian's message first.

[Jian: Sooo excited for you, girl!!! Just go with the flow and don't get too nervous. Trust him. He's a professional. Also, don't hesitate to contact me immediately if anything goes wrong, alright? Good luck and enjoy the night! 👻💦]

[You: Thanks, girl. Will you come home tonight?]

[Jian: No. I'll stay at my boyfriend's. Feel free to use every corner of the apartment except my room! Okay?]

[You: Got it. 😊]

[Jian: You're on your pills, correct?]

[You: Yes ma'am]

[Jian: Okay. Now stop texting and get ready!]

You checked the text from the unknown number next.

[*********: Good evening! This is Genie. I'm already here at the lobby. 😊 Wearing a dark blue shirt.]

Your heartbeat raced upon seeing the message. Even just the mention of his shirt color was already making you feel dizzy.

[You: Hi! I'll come down right away. 😊 Thanks!]

You recognized Genie as soon as you went down to the lobby. He was just sitting at the waiting area, using his phone. Aside from receiving his photos a few days ago, his sharp features and firm built made him naturally stand out from the others; picking him out from the crowd was not hard at all.

You walked towards him with light steps as if you didn't want to wake a wild animal up, but it was no use. Genie looked at you just as you were about to reach him. With a smile, he stood up. He must have recognized you with the photos that Jian sent. "Hey there."

"Genie, right?" You asked. He just nodded.

The two of you proceeded to the receptionist to record Genie's required information on the guest list. He listed his name as Park Jimin.

Is that your real name? You wanted to ask him, but you only mustered up the courage to actually do so when you rode the elevator.

"Is that your real name?" You asked. Genie just looked at you, puzzled. “Park Jimin, I mean. I peeked when you were writing. Sorry.”

Genie just chuckled. “Yeah, that’s my real name. And don’t apologize. That’s our little secret now.” He winked, making you catch your breath.

“Then, that’s what I’ll call you starting now.” You flashed a smile, hoping that it looked natural and definitely not nervous.

“Go ahead as you please.”

The two of you got off at the fourth floor and stopped at unit four hundred and seven. With sweaty hands, you stuck the key in the door knob and pushed it. In a while, I would be like this door knob. Filled in, you thought.

“Can I use the bathroom?” Jimin asked as he placed his black duffel bag on the sofa.

You nodded and pointed on the door beside the kitchen. “There.”

"Thanks!"

“I’ll be waiting in the bedroom with the yellow door.”

“It would be nice if you remove everything except your underwear.” You just looked at him upon hearing what he said. In return, he just smirked at you and proceeded to do his business.

Like what Jimin said, you took off everything except your bra and panty. You suddenly didn't like how your plain white bra looked, so you quickly threw it into the hamper and changed into a black underwire. Anxiety continuously grew upon seeing yourself in the body-sized mirror in front of the bed, but you didn’t think much about it and just trusted his words. He knows what he is doing, you reminded yourself.

You barely sat on the bed when Jimin entered the room. He was now wearing a plain black shirt and khaki shorts that almost looked like swimming trunks. Even though it was dim with only the lamp on, his bulge was clearly visible from where you were. His eyes scrutinized you from head to toe with an expression one would see at a predator looking at his prey. “So, shall we start?”

You just gave him a vulnerable smile and made room for him on the bed. Don't get too nervous, your head repeated in Jian's voice.

Jimin joined you on the bed with a mischievous smile. It was obvious that he's trying to hide his reaction but was incredibly failing. "I noticed that you're a little stiff. Would you mind if I massage you?"

"O-okay."

"Please lie on your stomach."

You did as Jimin said. He placed a bottle of massaging oil on your side table. Upon seeing that, you closed your eyes and let the situation sink in. What was about to happen didn't seem real. It's finally your turn to ride this scary and exciting roller coaster. Everything was unpredictable, and all you could do was enjoy the ride. Once it's finished, boom! You're a part of a whole new world. Nothing's the same again—for your body, at least.

"So, how did you become friends with Jian?" Jimin asked. His oily hands started to run freely through your back.

"University. You?"

"We're childhood friends."

"Oh, you must be very close then."

"We are. Jian's the type of friend anyone would want to have. She's just so accepting and open-minded even about my job."

"Mhmm."

He slowly slipped his hands under the clasp of your bra, making your breath tremble a little. "That's why when she opened up about you, I immediately agreed." You just chuckled, not knowing what to reply. For some reason, your cheeks heated up. It was definitely about what he said. "I heard from Jian that it's going to be your first time."

"Yeah," you replied.

This time, Jimin slipped his hands under the straps of your bra. Your nipples slightly hardened. You kept getting goosebumps every time it scratched against the bra cups

"May I ask why?"

"It's just that I think I've waited long enough. I'm not really confident about showing my body, especially when I was younger."

"Why? You're so beautiful. I was actually astounded a while ago. You look even better than your photos."

Your lips wanted to form a smile, but you stopped yourself. He's one of the best-looking people you have ever seen in your life too, and such a compliment from him means a lot. "Thanks," you just replied with a slight giggle.

Without a word, his hands once again slipped under the hook of your bra. "I can remove my bra if it's getting in the way," you said.

He was silent for a while but eventually replied, "got it."

When Jimin finally unclasped the hook, you pulled it from your chest and threw it on the floor. You were dead sure that he caught a glimpse of your breasts, including your hard, rosy nipples. He moved on to massage the sides of your breasts, as well as your underboob. Now, you felt your nipples reach to its hardest and biggest form. The touch of your sheets against them was slowly making you wet. "Haven't you tried to at least give a blowjob?"

"I have. A lot. But that was the farthest that I could go."

"Mhmm. How about using dating applications to set up one night stands? Why didn't you try?" He asked.

"I don't trust any of those men."

"So you trust me," he confirmed.

"Jian knows you. I trust her with everything."

You felt his nod. "Don't worry. I won't let you down." The two of you let out a giggle in unison with what he said. That was so cute of him, you thought.

"I'll proceed to your legs now." Jimin placed himself on top of you and started to massage your thighs all the way to your calfs. His rock-hard bulge was rubbing on your buttocks, making your stomach and breasts sweat. You felt your vagina release a huge amount of discharge. This made you feel a little nervous. What if he notices?

"You're so wet already, huh?" He teasingly said. Of course he would notice.

"You caught me."

Slowly, Jimin slid your panty off. He then went on to slide his hand from your asshole to your pussy. "Ah," you moaned with your hips slightly rising on its own.

"Can you sit down for me?" Wordlessly, you sat in front of him, legs apart. He took a glance at your bouncy breasts and pinkish pussy. "Beautiful."

You pointed at his shorts. "I want that out."

"Take it off for me, then," he said, kneeling in front of you.

Making sure his underwear was included, you gently pulled his shorts off, revealing his hard cock. It looked so angry and ready to fight. That's how you like it best. "Better," you said.

Jimin took the massaging oil and sprinkled a generous amount on your breasts. His hands ran from your chest to the stomach and pussy, spreading the oil all over your body. You let out a sigh as you tried to conceal the pleasure that was generating all over your body.

"Feels good?" He asked. You just nodded, looking him directly in the eyes.

He came back to your breasts and started to twist and pinch your nipples. You couldn't help but bite your lip and moan. "Fuck," you whispered, looking at the reflection of your breasts and Jimin's cock on the mirror. Your pussy throbbed so hard as it rushed to get more wet.

Jimin suddenly slid a hand down to your pussy and massaged your clit as soon as he touched it. Slowly, he bowed his head down to your breasts and started to lick your nipples.

"Just like that," you said, grabbing him by the thigh. "Oh, fuck. Please."

He gradually played faster with your clit, making your hips rise on its own and your discharge slowly drip from your pussy. "Yes, faster! Faster!" You yelled. In no time, his mouth was already sucking your breasts and he finally slid his middle finger inside you. "Mmm, yes, yes, yes!"

You stretched your vulva out as he slid his ring finger next. It hurt you for a short while, but it felt good as soon as he rocked his hand.

"Do you like that? Huh?" He asked, almost whispering under his breath.

"Mhmm," you replied, rocking your hips against his hand.

Jimin lifted his head to kiss you. Your tongues fought and your lips sucked each other. You could hear your discharge making a sound as he fingered you fast and deep.

"Oh, I think I'm going to squirt!" Before either of you could do anything about it, you already did. He slapped your pussy as your vagina uncontrollably let out everything you could. The squirting reached the lower part of the mirror.

Without a word, you took Jimin's cock and licked the head as you looked him in the eyes. Slowly, you stuck it in your mouth and sucked it like a lollipop. You made sure your tongue was on it, too. "Ah," he let out with his eyes closed. "You're good." He finally removed his shirt, revealing nothing but his bare body.

He placed his hand on your head and pushed it deeper. You then held his hips and pulled him closer. His cock has finally reached your throat. He slowly pulled your hair, making his juices flow down from your mouth.

Ultimately, he held your head and started to thrust in and out of your mouth. You sat there helplessly, getting facefucked. His cock was secreting so much discharge that you could already could swallow a great portion. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" He exclaimed, suddenly pulling himself out of your mouth. Discharge and saliva flowed out of your mouth once again. It looked like it could fill up a small perfume bottle.

You lathered your finger on the liquid and tasted it again. "Sweet."

"Pineapples, baby."

Jimin pushed you gently to the pillows and went right in front of you. As he was slowly inserting his cock inside your pussy, you stretched out your vulva once again. "This might hurt, but I'll be gentle."

"It's okay. You got me."

He finally inserted the head, and then the body—slowly. It started to feel a little sore, but you did your best to keep it in. He rocked his hips a little more, until his whole cock was already inside. The pain tinged a little greater than before, but it's manageable. "Does it hurt?"

"It's alright. Fuck me," you replied.

As Jimin started to push and pull himself in you, he played with your nipples to lessen the pain. The head of his cock could be felt sliding inside. It felt so good that it might be your new favorite feeling. When your vagina seemed to have adjusted well, he gradually improved the pace.

Jimin pulled you closer and sucked your breasts. You started to massage your clit, matching his phase. Your eyes rolled up in pleasure. "Ah!" you moaned every time he pushed himself inside you.

Suddenly, his cock slid out of your vagina. "Shit," he said, wiping the sweat on his temples with his palms.

You crawled on the other side of the bed and bent over, showing your vagina and asshole to him. "I've always wanted to try getting fucked doggystyle."

With a naughty expression, he slid his cock into you and rock his body hard against you. "My favorite position," he said.

You could feel his cock better with this position and for some reason, it felt more pleasurable. He was hitting the right spot every time he pushed his cock into you. "Deeper, faster," you commanded, so he did as you said with a slap on your butt cheek. "Ah, fuck. Yes!"

"Oh, I'm gonna cum," he said, suddenly pulling himself out. You immediately turned around and saw him masturbate. It was the hottest thing you've ever seen.

You leaned in and put your face in front of his cock. Just in time, his fresh, hot cum splattered all over your face.

He leaned on the headboard, panting hard. His legs were spread out, exposing his smooth asshole. "It's still hard. Do you wanna?"

You nodded. "I think I can squirt again." You sat on his cock, your back facing him. "Shit," you whispered as he filled you up again.

You bounced on top of him as you played with your nipples. You could see him watching you on the mirror with a smirk. Upon seeing that, you spread your legs wide so the two of you could see everything.

Jimin hugged you from behind and billowed his body against you. His hard cock was widening your vagina in the most pleasurable way. Meanwhile, his hand made its way to your clit. You pulled his head closer and kissed him on the lips. "Oh, God. Harder," you commanded in between the kiss. The two of you increased your pace.

Finally, you could feel that your pussy was almost full. "I'm cumming!" A big squirt came out of you as soon as you said that. "Ah!" You yelled, your hips shaking.

"Yes, yes," Jimin seconded as he slapped his cock on your vagina.

Your body dropped on top of him when you finally let everything out. Your back could feel his heart beat.

"You're so perfect," he whispered on your ear in between his panting.

"And so are you."

[binniesthighs]

♡nsfw alphabet w minho♡

I tried my best to make a list of my own, but I borrowed a few terms from this lovely template! 

requested by a cutie anon! 

Aftercare: (what they are like after sex) ok, so I see minho as someone who would be super caring after you’ve both properly come down and would want you to feel as comfortable as you can be--he doesn’t want you do have to do much. I am a big believer in minho drawing you a bath to help you relax and get cozy after: he’d hold you in his arms too while giving you a little massage. 

Bdsm: (are they into it? how “hard” do they like to go?) yes. the answer to this is yes. I feel like minho is one who really really gets off to the feeling of being the one in control, and knowing that you’re under his control. hearing your little whimpers, or seeing the way that you toss around when he’s using toys or has you bonded turns him on like no other. along this line, I feel like he’d also gladly tease you relentlessly until you’ve got tears in your eyes. he’ll only give you what you want if you ask him nicely 

Cum: (anything to do with cum) sooo minho loves cuming on you. he loves it a ton. for him, its the perfect picture when you’re gasping underneath him, just off your own orgasm, hands bound or clawing to the bed when he’ll cum on your chest, or your back, mayyybe even your face if you’re comfortable. oh! if you’ll cum on him...he doesn’t mind that either.

Degredation: (do they like using names on you, or for them?) as we have seen above, I feel like he would be into using degrading names, or having you say them back to him, for example: “you’re such a whore for my dick, tell me that you’re a whore for me.” etc. Of course, he never means what he says, he just knows that it amps things up for the both of you. 

Experience: (how experienced are they?) minho is fairly experienced, and also knows well what he likes and knows how to ask you what you like as well. minho isn’t scared to give you instructions or guide you in how you pleasure him as well--he would ask you to do the same!

Favorite (pet names): well, i think that there is a general consensus that minho likes kitten and kitty--it just makes sense lol. Otherwise, the softer ones would be my love, sweetheart, hun, doll, baby girl/boy etc.

Gagging: (size kink perhaps?) I think yes on this one. minho is alll about the power that he has over you, so seeing you gag would boost his confidence. knowing that you have to work a little harder to take him in reassures him that you’re his and that you only bend to him. at the same time, he would never push you to do something that made you uncomfortable and would ask you if you wanted to use safe words/ symbols. 

Hair: (how well groomed are they?) this is kind of funny because I think that minho would actually really care about this. mostly from a functionality standpoint, but also when he’s trimmed he feels more confident and like he’s got everything together and organized for when he’s with you. 

Intimacy: (the romantic aspect) so minho has 2 modes, and they vary depending on his mood or yours. mode 1 is where he’s doming the hell out of you and he gets to do what ever he likes, making you cum over and over again, teasing you for as long as you can take it and doesn’t show much mercy. on the other hand, when the vibe is different, holy hell he can give you the softest, most intimate sex that you can ever experience. i’m picturing super slow and deep thrusts into you, kissing you just as slowly in between while he tangles up his hands in your hair u g h i love thinking about this 

Jack off: (all about masturbation) I see Minho as one who would jack off really lazily, much later at night when there isn’t too much else to do; it isn’t something he prioritizes often unless there’s something that crosses his mind that really turns him on, he’ll even risk doing it somewhere semi-public if it means he gets to roll the image over and over in his mind, especially of you. Oh, and he loves jacking off in the shower when its steamy and warm, I don’t make the rules!! 

Kink(s): Minho loves having you all dressed up for him, I’m talking lace, velvet, anything strappy, harnesses, collars, chokers, thigh garters, maybe some kitten ears, mostly he just loves watching you and this is like icing on the cake. I see him having a hand kink as well?? When he’s worshiping your body, he watches his hands trace you all over, he loves it when you suck on his fingers, or when he rubs his thumb over tongue. Also, breath play, edge play and voyeurism!  

Location: anywhere. and I mean it. the more risky it is, the more exciting it is for him. bathrooms, locker rooms, dressing rooms, kitchen, living room couch, dining table, shower, bathtub, hotel rooms, the place doesn’t matter, it’s you that does. he would never miss an opportunity to be intimate with you whether its more slow and passionate or sweaty, rushed and needy. 

Multiple (partners): i think that this is something that minho would be open to! but not at first. minho is someone who can be very possessive at times, so sharing you with others when the realtionship is new makes him a little nervous--bc he wants you to be all his! after a while though, the idea of sharing you with someone and watching you get wrecked under them...he wouldn’t oppose. 

No: (something they won’t do, turn offs) while he won’t say no, daddy kinks aren’t his favorite, it’s simply something that doesn’t turn him on; he prefers to be the one calling you names hehe. he’s mostly an open minded person, just because he gets off on helping you get off. 

Oral: loves loves giving oral to his partner, it’s one of his favorite ways to begin foreplay, he’s exceptionally skilled as well, and knows perfectly how to use his mouth to tease. gives one hell of a blowjob, and knows how to make you cum over and over just from his tongue on your clit. he won’t ask you to blow him, but rather tease you until you’re begging to do it for him. 

Pace: super slow or super fuckin’ fast. there is no in-between and that’s that on that! if you ask me, as much as he revels in pounding you into the bed, it’s the slower and more sensual moments that linger on his mind longer. 

Quickies: i think this goes without saying, but minho never passes up the opportunity to take you right then and now. funnily enough, if you’re at work/school and send him a message about how you might be feeling a little horny, this man will drive all the way to you just to help you out. lil anecdote: his favorite thing to do is fuck you bent over a bathroom sink, battling the time before someone notices you’re away. he loves watching your fucked out face in the tinted green bathroom mirror. 

Ropes: (tying you up au) i added this to the list mostly for fun, but also I’ve got this idea of minho loosing his mind over having you tied up or restrained. ropes, ribbons, velvet, bow ties, handcuffs and much more. there’s nothing more that he likes than seeing you all helpless and not able to do anything about it. he thinks you looks so pretty tied up especially if it’s ribbons of pretty colors that look beautiful on your skin. 

Stamina: bucket loads. I’ve definitely seen something somewhere talking about how minho’s got a dancers stamina and I can’t agree more. minho’s got the stamina to draw out his thrusts for hours or give it to you as quickly and as roughly as he possibly can, granted he’ll be a sweating mess by the time that he’s done, but he sees that as sign that he did his job very well. 

Toys: in my oponion, yes and no. lolll I say this for the reason of minho’s ego getting in his own way. he feels fuckin’ amazing knowing that he can make you cum as hard as you do only from his body and would much rather use the tools at his disposal rather than toys...but...seeing what toys can do to you and how he can use them to his advantage is soemthing he won’t pass up. His personal favorites are all kinds of vibrators, cock rings, hmmm and occasionally nipple clamps

Unfair: (tw: dubcon) (how much that they like to tease) oh my, very much so. fuck, it’s probably his favorite thing to do to you! I’ve said before on this account that minho is into teasing even when it isn’t “that time” meaning he’ll brush up against you in public with his hand or grind himself into you when you’re sitting in his lap. his hand will creep up your thighs slightly when the two of you are in the car together to make you squirm a little bit. and of course, he’ll tease you for real when he’s got you all to himself, and would do it for hours if you let him. 

Volume: frick i love thinking about this!!!! i see minho as being someone more on the quiet side: shaky exhales, choked little breaths, the occasional soft “mmm” or “ahh.” if he’s really loosing himself in it however, looking down at you with tears in your eyes, or drool slipping down your neck from blowing him, he’ll let out some of the most unapologetically erotic moans on his pink lips

Wild card: (you pick!) i would like to use this place to talk about how much a bratty sub makes him go frickin’ feral. There is something about the way that you bite back at each of his demands, it only makes him want to dig into you even harder. you’d say to him as he’s relentlessly fucking into you “i-is that all that you can do? you’re bo-boring me...” in seconds, he would have you flipped around into a completely different position, something you didn’t even know existed that makes your muscles burn but your heat ravenous. he’d say, “if i’m so boring how is it that I’ve made you a fucking mess for me three times already?” 

X-ray: (what’s going on under those pleather pants) thicc thighs I’ll tell you that HA, jk that’s just me having the biggest most embarrassing thigh kink alive lmaooo. buuut it’s true! minho’s got those perfectly toned and thick thighs that he loves having you grind on of course. as for what this letter is really about, I see minho has having just the right proportions. not to be cheesy, but it’s like this boy was practically frickin made for you!! buuuut I think we all know that minho’s packing with something  

Yes: (biggest turn ons) on top of the ones mentioned above, I wanna make this one kinda cute and sentimental just bc I can lolll, but a major turn on for minho is a bomb ass personality!! minho really treasures people who are unique, true to themselves and passionate about something! he finds this super super attractive. this man is an absolute SIMP for a personality and that’s the first thing he falls in love with about you! (also shhhh I’m not pushing my pan!minho agenda shhh) 

Zzz: (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) kinda like with aftercare, minho can’t rest himself properly until you are fully taken care of! as soon as he knows that he’s covered all the bases: cleaning you off, getting you clothes, water, food, giving you a massage if you need it. as soon as the two of you are all cuddled up in together, then he’ll be able to relax himself, patiently smoothing down your hair as you fall asleep yourself, then, he’ll be out like a light. 

[simsadventures]

Teach Me

Summary: Bucky might have been a confident ladies-man before the war, but now, he is just a shy boy in a body made of steel. All he needs is a nudge, and a few directions as to how to make a woman scream his name again. And Bucky is a fast student.

Warnings: fluff, shy!Bucky, smut, like… so much smut (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THIS STORY)

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Word Count: 2829

A/N: This is a story for @this-kitten-is-smitten​ ’s writing challenge, my song prompt being Strangers like Me from Tarzan. I used the whole idea of the song and a few sentences of it, those will be in italics. Also, it ws supposed to be a drabble challenge and here we are, so… ups? Obviously I’m unable to write short things.  #this-kitten-is-smitten-challenge

I know I incorporate a lot of books in my fics, and if it annoys some of you, please, let me know. It’s just… I’m and English Major and I have to read a shit-ton of books, and I’m trying to use it somewhere :D Here I used Native Son by Richard Wright xx

Anyway, hope you’ll enjoy it, and as always, tell me what you thought, feedback is gold :) xx

Bucky Barnes Masterlist __ Masterlist

Sitting in your room, trying to read Native Son to get your mind off of the last mission, which was all too close to comfort for you. Nobody got really hurt in Tokyo, just a few bruises here and there, but it was one of the more difficult missions, and so it stuck with you for a bit longer.

It also didn’t help that despite your relationship with Bucky was blooming, and everything seemed to have been going in the right direction, even after 5 months of a relationship, you two still hadn’t done it. Not that you were one of those people building a relationship on sex, not at all. But you were extremely attracted to Bucky, and you just wanted to explore things with him. Sooo many things.

But whenever you tried and talk about it with him, Bucky would always steer the conversation in another direction, suddenly being interested in what mission would come, or if you two would have dinner at this new Indian restaurant in the city. And after a few conversations like these, you just gave up on meek questions and letting him get away without actually answering you.

No, you would cut straight to the point, and you wouldn’t let him leave the room without actually talking things out. You would be ok if he told you he wasn’t ready for sex with you, you’d totally accept that. But you just needed to know where the two of you stood. If it had some kind of a future together, or if you two should just move on.

Bucky didn’t even know what awaited him. He came to your room, oblivious to the plan you had constructed in your mind, and he was just happy to spend some time with you. And when he came into the room, he still thought you two would have just a nice evening together. But oh boy, was he wrong.

You were in the middle of Superman vs Batman when you touched his biceps in a way he knew you weren’t just getting comfortable.

“Can I ask you something, Bucky? And this time, you will actually answer me?”

Even in the darkened room, you could see his Adam’s apple bob heavily, as if he was facing the worst kind of interrogation. You could feel him fidgeting under your fingers, his muscles tightening and loosening, as stress hit his body.

You didn’t want to make him feel that way. It wasn’t your intention, but you knew this was the only way to go about it.

“I know you don’t wanna talk about it, but just, please. One small conversation and we’ll both know what’s going on,” you looked at him, expectation written all over your face, and even though Bucky really didn’t want to delve into this, he couldn’t avoid the topic forever.

“Alright,” he barely whispered, and a relief spread through your body.

You sat up straighter and paused the movie, making Bucky repeat your movements so that the two of you could sit opposite of each other.

“I know you don’t wanna talk about it, and I’m gonna make it quick, Buck. I gotta know if you’re uncomfortable with the idea of sex as such, or if it’s me, or if-“

“It’s definitely not you, Y/N! I hate myself for making you feel that this had anything to do with you at all. No, baby! You’re perfect, just the way you are, and I’m a douche for not showing you. It’s just… This is something I’m not proud of, and that’s why I didn’t tell you anything.”

You nodded and took his right hand in both yours, squeezing it tightly and letting him know that it was a safe space, and he could tell you anything in the world. You two could get past it, you were sure of it.

He sighed and squeezed back, getting to the point.

“I’ve been with quite a few ladies back in a day, and just like any other man, I enjoyed it thoroughly. But ever since I was the Winter Soldier, I wasn’t with anyone, except few rare kisses or make-out sessions, and I’m just not sure if I got it anymore. I’m afraid I’d disappoint you, and I really don’t wanna do that. So I just chose to not do anything at all.”

He ended his little speech, staring at the blankets underneath you, not ready to see your expression.

But you wanted him to see it. You put two of your fingers underneath his chin, lifting it up gently so that your eyes could meet. And what he saw took his breath away.

There was no hate nor disappointment in your eyes, not at all. You were looking at him like he was someone important like you were in awe he was really sitting there in front of you, and the love you radiated made him feel dizzy.

“I could never be disappointed in you, love! Never! If anything, this makes me love you even more. I wanna explore with you, Bucky, I wanna show you so many things. Can you feel what I feel, right now?” You asked him, guiding his hand to your chest, where your heart was beating strongly.

“I wanna know, Y/N. Can you show me? Everything I’ve been missing, I wanna feel it all,” He whispered to your ear, biting your earlobe in the process. It made goosebumps erupt on your skin. You’ve been touch-deprived, and that was an understatement of the year.

“I will gladly be your guide, my love! But I think sex is like riding a bicycle, you can never really forget it. You just have to trust me.”

He didn’t give you an answer in words. Instead, he leaned in and captured your lips with his, revealing at the feeling of being so close to you. He kissed, just like that for a while, before he slipped his arm around your waist, squeezing your hip on the way.

It made you gasp into his mouth and gave him the perfect access to your mouth. You two made-out many times before, so he was fairly familiar with your mouth, and he knew his way around. There was still a certain amount of nerves from what was to come, but a determination was the more growing feeling in him. He wanted to make you feel good because you deserved it, for all those months he gave up on the intimacy between the two of you.

 The hand resting on your hip travelled north underneath your shirt, lifting it up as it went, and Bucky could feel your warm skin underneath his fingertips, making him shudder in anticipation.

He ended up right under your bra, caressing the silky material in his hand, letting the feeling of the soft material travel right to his groin. It didn’t take much for Bucky after such a long wait, and he could feel himself growing hard.

Whenever he’d got to this point with you, feeling his cock growing stiff, he would push you away and go to his own room, either breathing it out in a cold shower or just jack off to the idea of you writhing underneath him.

But to finally have you there, even if no clothes had been shed yet, it was already better than his imagination. And he suddenly wanted to do so much more with you.

He swiftly pulled the shirt over your head, his eyes roaming the newly freed skin, and anticipation grew inside him. But as soon as his confidence rose, it also subsided, remembering that he didn’t have any practice in 70 years.

But fortunately, you saw right through him, and the second his grip on you loosened, you took over. Not that you were a sex-goddess, but you weren’t scared of little touching, and the horniness and determination combined to create a deadly mix.

You also freed him of the confines of his shirt, letting your hands explore his skin. You started on his neck, caressing it from both sides before you slid further down to his collarbones, which you swiped with your thumbs. Meanwhile, your mouth sucked on his pulse-point, making it really difficult for Bucky to think about anything, let alone his nerves.

While you pinched his nipples between your fingers, you licked his collarbone, earning a shudder from Bucky. Your hands were then splayed on his stomach, scratching it lightly with your fingers only so hard that you left the pinkish lines behind your fingernails. You mouth worked each of his nipples, biting it ever so slightly and making circles with your tongue around them.

By the time you reached his waistband, Bucky was a panting mess with his fists clenching around the sheets.

But before you could pull his pants and boxer-briefs down, Bucky grabbed your hips and threw you back on the bed, laying you down and rushing to lay himself on top of you.

“My turn,” Bucky mumbled to your ear, and while his left hand was grabbing your hip and squeezing it, his right hand was fighting the clasp of your bra, trying to get the damn thing off of you. And though he might have been rusty, he managed to do it reasonably quickly. What you didn’t know at the moment was that he didn’t unclasp the pins, but he tore them with his fingers. He would buy you a new bra, hell, he’d buy you a full Victoria Secret store if he could do this with you for the rest of his life.

He threw the bra somewhere behind him, not really caring where it landed, before he latched onto your breasts, sucking and licking like a madman. While his mouth was working on your left nipple, his hand was kneading your right breasts.

You never had anyone playing with your tits so passionately nor for so long, and so when he finally ceased his actions, you were ready to come. Your thighs were rubbing against each other, trying to relieve you in some way.

Bucky’s attack continued as he travelled further south licking stripes along your abdomen, circling your navel, and licking a line along the ridge of your pants. Before you even knew what was happening, you were completely bare in front of Bucky. His strength never ceased to amaze you.

Bucky stopped moving, just watching your naked form, splayed on top of the white sheets like a goddess. He could swear he has never seen anything sexier than you, there.

His head got in the way again, telling him that he forgot how to pleasure a woman with both his fingers and his tongue, and so he was just sitting there, staring at your welcoming pussy, not trusting himself to move.

You sensed his hesitation and took the first step.

You lifted your own hand, and hill one played with your nipple, the other went straight for the target, spreading your lips and gathering the slick on your fingers before you touched your clit and moaned out loud.

Bucky felt like he was in a wet dream. The very likely love of his life was touching herself in from of him, putting a show specifically for him. You had your eyes closed, your fingers moving on muscle memory. It was when you slipped a finger inside you, and your back arched that Bucky was finally able to move.

“Every gesture, every move that she makes, makes me feel like never before”, Bucky thought for himself as he finally gathered enough courage to pleasure you himself. He slipped from his seating position to lay on his stomach between your legs, and without as much as a word, he dived in.

You released a loud moan, unable to contain yourself anymore. It was all too much. Just being close to Bucky would always make your blood run faster, but this? This was from another world. He was playing with you, you could tell.

He tried to discover which moves made you sigh, which made your tremble and which made you scream his name. He combined sucking, tongue and finger fucking with clit sucking, and in no time, you were squeezing your thighs around his head, chanting his name like a prayer when you reached your climax.

Bucky almost licked you dry, revealing at the sudden power he had, never wanting to give it up. He loved the idea of making you feel this good, because when he looked up, you look thoroughly fucked, with your hair all over the pillow, your cheeks flushed red, and your lips slightly parted, breathing heavily from the intensity of your orgasm.

And Bucky was no longer afraid. His cock was aching in his pants, and when he finally pulled down his pants, it sprang right up against his abdomen. Bucky couldn’t even remember when was the last time he was this hard.

You watched him with hooded eyes, and when you tried to sit up to reciprocate the pleasure, he pushed one of your shoulders back, letting you know he wanted to lay still.

“I’ve waited too long, doll. There will be enough time for you to suck me off like the good girl you are, maybe in the second round, but right now, I need to be inside you. This pussy is calling for me,” he growled the last part and guided his cock between your folds.

He bumped into your clit with the head of his cock several times, which already had you gasping again.

“Are you gonna be my god girl and take my cock in this tight pussy?”

You stared at Bucky, and you weren’t sure when did your sweet, shy boyfriend turned into a dirty talking sex master, but you weren’t the one to complain.

You just nodded your head, and stretched your arms, bringing Bucky down to kiss him with all you had. His tongue was licking inside your mouth like it was the most natural thing for him to do, and you never wanted to leave that bed. You saw before you a new horizon.

Still kissing you, Bucky guided his cock inside you, and thanks to your slicked pussy, he could slide right in.

You gasped, holding onto him for dear life, and from the pants and gasps, you could tell Bucky was doing the same. He stilled inside you, trying to let you get used to his girth, but you didn’t want to wait any longer.

You moved your hips upwards, rutting your pelvis against his, creating friction needed for your clit, and it made your pussy squeeze Bucky inside you.

He moaned like a wounded animal and bit your shoulder before he started thrusting into you with all he had. He delivered short but powerfully strokes, bottoming out every time, and you were 100% sure you’d feel him inside you for days to come.

You were both covered in sweat in a few minutes, but neither of you cared. The only thing that mattered at the moment was to make each other come. And when Bucky put his thumb against your bundle of nerves, putting pressure against it while still hitting your deepest spots, you opened your mouth in a silent cry, raking your fingers down Bucky’s back, squeezing his cock inside you as your climax took over your body.

Bucky hissed at both the sensation of slight pain caused by your nails and by the way your pussy was trying to milk him off everything he had to offer. It took only a few more stuttered thrusts before he pushed deep inside you and came with the sexiest groan you’ve ever heard.

You could feel the warmth spreading through your pussy as his seed painted your walls and leaked out of you, with Bucky’s cock still pushed deep inside of you.

You were both panting messes, trying to gather your thoughts and will your muscles to move one last time that night.

Bucky pulled away from you, which cause you to white from the lack of contact between the two of you, but he only rolled on his back, bringing you with him.

You could feel his cum still oozing out of you, but you couldn’t care less at that moment.

“We’re never getting out of this bed,” Bucky mumbled against your hair, and you had to giggle at his exclamation.

“What if we’re hungry, huh?” You asked with a smirk, feeling Bucky’s chest rumble with a deep laugh.

“Give me a minute, and I’ll feed you, alright.”

You swatted his chest playfully and kissed his now puffy lips.

“You’re an idiot!”

He pulled you impossibly close to his body and whispered, “Yeah, I am. But I’m your idiot, and that means something.”

That sure did mean something. You smiled and let the exhaustion of your body take over your mind as well, the idea of having this breathtaking sex all the time now lulling you to sleep.

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How to train your hand

Sooo... I’m not dead, yay!!(●'◡'●)

I’m sorry for not being “present” these weeks but school sucks and I had tons of assignments to do... 

Anyways! What I noticed as soon as I rose from the dead, was a reblog of one of my previous posts of someone saying how difficult and overwhelming it is to draw digitally when you are so accostumed to drawing in traditional. This got me thinking that a lot of baby artists tend to have the same problems, even when they start to draw normally. So, I wanted to give some tips on how to train your hand to draw in different situations and materials! 

1. Sketchbooks (ONLY OF TRADITIONAL ARTISTS): okay, let me get this straight: your sketchbook is your training ground. This means, it has to be comfortable to draw into, but it must also be suitable for your artistic enhancement! So, choose a sketchbook that has papers made with materials that you are comfortable drawing on. It can be in spiral-form or bound (like, book-form), it doesn’t matter, it has to be comfortable for you. Here’s a tip: do not draw on ruled paper when you are starting to draw! Lined paper does not help your spatial reference or your anatomic study. Instead, you can use blank (even the printer ones!), dotted or squared (even if I don’t really like them either, because they make your drawing process a LOT more difficult) papers.

2. Ballpoint pen or pencil? (ONLY FOR TRADIOTIONAL ARTISTS) so, the eternal dilemma: is it better to use ballpoint pen or the normal pencil? for me, both are really good drawing materials. From my point of view, the ballpoint pen allows you to train your hand AND your brain without even realizing. In fact the ballpoint pen doesn’t allow you to erase, so you train yourself to fix errors without erasing and be more precise when you are drawing. On the other hand, the pencil enables you to work on your skills without the fear of making mistakes. So, what I suggest, is an healthy use of both so that you can use pencils to make precise works and ballpoint pens to doodle on your sketchbook.

3. Be constant (DIGITAL/TRADITIONAL ARTISTS): repeat after me: training is gaining! This means that through constant exercising you will be able to impove in your art very fast! Think of your artistic skills as if they were a muscle such as the ones you use to bike. If you learn how to bike but don’t exercise yourself for a long period of time, you will always know the theory and the base concepts, but your muscles won’t support the activity as long as they would if you did it every day! The same concept can be seen in the artistic world, but in this case the muscle is your brain! If you train your bain to do some gesture or draw in some specific way every day at leat for 10 or 15 minutes, you will be able to improve in your art in a very short period of time!

4. This also means: Do not rush! (DIGITAL/TRADITIONAL ARTISTS): Improvement will be seen, but you have to be patient and give you and your hand some time. Great artists are not the ones that improve faster, but the ones that have strong bases. There is no simple way, no tutorial that will help you become Leonardo Da Vinci in two days. My art journey is still on process, as the one of everybody, and to arrive to the point I am here now, I had to train myself for eight years.😊💕

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With all my heart 18+

Jungkook x reader f2l

Smut, little angst, little fluff

Description: your best friend is back off tour and is desperate to prove to you that you don't need to look after him anymore

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Your best friend really was good at everything he ever tried, but that never stopped you from babying him. In reality you were only three months older than Jeon Jungkook; the small age gap had never suppressed your need to protect him from the stupid shit he was known to get himself into. Once in high school you had taken a sick day and, in that time, he had: taken a dare to hit on the head cheerleader, gotten slapped by said cheerleader, gotten into a fight with her boyfriend, and been momentarily hospitalised with a broken arm. The other guy looked worse but still... It didn’t leave you with much confidence in his ability to be left alone.

Jungkook was ridiculously frustrated by this fact. He loved you so much but every time he got a chance to see you too much time was spent fussing over him like he was still the same dumb kid. Sure, there had been a school year in between you, which originally did make it feel like the age gap was there, but now you were both 23. You had a degree, he was an international superstar, it was time you let it go, just a little.

Whenever he was home from tour the first thing out of your mouth would be questions of concern

“Have you been eating? Are you getting enough sleep? Is everything still okay with the boys? Please tell me you didn't do anything stupid?” you barely gave him time to nod in between questions, let alone give yourself time to breathe. When you finally did have to take a breath he took his chance to interject.

“Noona” he calls affectionately, but the name makes you cringe a little, a fact he knows “I’m fine, please stop worrying” he pulls you into a bear hug.

“I will never stop worrying about you Kookie” you admit into his chest. The two of you move to the sofa still attached. He very rarely let you go when your time was so short. Not that you minded. You’d had a crush on your friend since you hit puberty. It’s part of the reason you were always so concerned with his wellbeing, finding out he was in hospital was one of the worst feelings you’d ever experienced. You adjust yourself so you are comfortably lying in his lap. He picks up the remote and started flicking through horror movies on Netflix. You scrunched your nose up.

“Horror Kook? You hate horror movies” he looks down into your eyes and absentmindedly brushes some hair out of the way.

“I hated horror movies” he countered “I’ve done a lot of growing up on this tour” he sticks his tongue out at you and returns to his search. Settling on the most recent release, he relaxes back on to the cushions and starts playing with your hair.

You get halfway through the movie before it gets too much for you. It’s not that the plot that disturbing, there isn’t really a plot. No, the problem is the gore. Sooo much blood, way too many severed limbs. The final straw is bugs crawling out of eye sockets. You always draw the line at bugs. You turn your attention to Jungkook. He seems far more interested in the movie than you were. His bottom lip pulled between his teeth. Eventually he feels you staring.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” his eyes flick to you before focusing back on the screen.

“No, I just missed you.” He turns his attention back to you and pulls you up into his arms with very little effort. You always forget how strong he'd gotten. You cuddle into him more before continuing. “I’m also fascinated by the fact you are enjoying this film, its disgusting, definitely not something you should be watching.” He lets out a defeated sigh and pauses the film.

“What can I do y/n? What can I do to prove to you that I’m all grown up now? I don’t need protecting anymore.” You move off of his lap and look him in the eyes.

“I'm sorry Kook, I've just been doing it for so long I find it hard to stop” you confess

“It makes me feel like you will only ever see me as that volatile little boy from school and I’m not sure that’s enough for me anymore” his eyes are searching yours trying to figure out how you are reacting to what he is saying, but your brain hasn’t quite caught up with what he means.

“I don’t know what you mean, what’s not enough for you anymore?” his jaw sets into a hard line as he clearly struggled with what to do next.

“I need to show you somehow that I can look after myself, and you”

“Me? Why would you have to look after me?” He doesn’t respond, instead he pushes you back onto the sofa and crawls on top of you. Eyeing you warily before charging forward. He moves his mouth down to meet yours in a kiss full of pent up emotion. Your eyes go wide at the sudden intrusion before allowing yourself to melt into the moment. Finally able to do what you'd been dreaming about for years. Jungkook pulled up for air, crawling back off you and dragging you with him. The two of you sit there stunned for a moment, unsure of where to go from here.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't've done that... I just” he struggles with what he wants to say to you “I just needed to show you that I could be enough for you. Maybe I should just go, that was a mistake. Our friendship is great as it is” He gets up and quickly heads for the door.

“Where are you going?” you yell after his retreating form “You just disappear for months, spring this on me, then leave.” Tears threatening to fall, all of your suppressed emotions being forced somewhere. “I have wanted you to do that for years, and now you just decide it's a bad idea” he turns to look at you, immediately rushing back when he sees the tear roll down your cheek.

“I don’t know y/n, it doesn’t seem like a good idea. I’m away a lot, you already spend way too much time worrying about me. It seems safer for us to stay as friends.” He spouts off reasons that he had been telling himself for the past few years.

“None of that would change, you’re right. Except maybe I would worry a little less” you take a deep breath readying yourself to risk it all “Maybe I’d worry less about you turning up on my doorstep with some girl you’ve met on tour. I’d worry less about the feeling of being destroyed when you introduce her as the love of your life. I’d worry less if I knew you loved me the way I love you.” The pause after this seems to last a lifetime. Maybe you’ve gone too far? Maybe it didn't mean the same to him? It could’ve just been a sick way of showing you he is all grown up now.

“You love me?” he whispers so quietly you nearly miss it. Your eyes are on the ground as you nod. Suddenly his hands are in either side of your face and he is pulling you into a kiss, this one is softer, more care behind it, as if he is testing how far he can go. You move your hands around his neck deepening the kiss as his flit down to your hips grinding into you. The simple kiss quickly becomes the most heated and passionate of your life. He is straddling you on the sofa when his fingers come to the hem of your shirt. He looks at you for approval before pulling the fabric over your head and attaching his mouth to your collarbone leaving small pink marks as he moves his way to your chest. His hands work skilfully round your back to unclasp your bra as you slip out of the straps and drop it onto the floor. He slides off of your lap, kneeling in front of you and hooks his fingers into the waistband of your sweats. You really hadn’t thought this was where your night was going to go when you put on your ugliest but comfiest underwear this morning. A deep blush covers your cheeks.

“I swear I have nicer pants than this” you’ve covered your face with your arm to hide how pink you’d gotten, but he pulls them away.

“Since when are you ever embarrassed about anything in front of me?” he asks.

“I don’t know, maybe since I’ve been almost fully naked in front of you, while you somehow get to be fully clothed” he takes the hint an removes his shirt, throwing it in your face before continuing his previous path. You lift your hips so he can drag your underwear down your thighs. His tongue makes its way up the inside of your leg, biting down occasionally and making you squirm a little. He stops just shy of your core.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks not wanting to go somewhere you wouldn't be able to come back from.

“I’ve been so sure of this for a long time” you wrap you’re hands in his messy brown curls, urging him on. He chuckles and dips his head licking one long stripe along your folds. You moan at the sensation. He wasn’t your first but it’d been such a long time since the last time, not finding anyone that could hold a candle to your best friend. Jungkook's eyes are focused on your face. Watching the pleasure contort your face as he sucks on your clit. He moves one hand to your stomach to keep you from fidgeting, as he inserts a finger from the other into your dripping hole. You take a sharp breath at the sudden, but welcome, intrusion. He adds a second finger and the rhythmic pumping starts to prove too much for you. Your legs shake as your high approaches. Your grip on his hair tightens causing him to slow a little.

“Koo...k I.... I need” you pant trying to get him to understand what you need

“Use your words Noona” you pull on his hair playfully at the hated pet name and he stops completely causing you to whine at the loss.

“I’m sorry Kookie, please don’t stop, please I need you, I need you in me now, it’s been too long” you beg and he chuckles the air brushing against your already sensitive nub. He moves to unbutton his pants and pulls them down with his underwear letting his cock spring free. It’s bigger than you thought it’d be. You’d accidentally felt it a couple times when laying on him over the years, and obviously you’d fantasize about this just a little. But never anything like this. You move to put your hands on him instantly but he stops you, grabbing your wrists with one hand and using the leverage to lay you back. He kisses his way up from your hips to your lips until his lined up perfectly. You lean up hungry to reconnect your mouths. Tasting yourself on him makes you moan giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue between your teeth. His hand reaches down to rub his cock through your folds, lubricating himself, before pushing all the way in. The quick entry makes you gasp. He steadies himself waiting until you signal it’s okay. When you nod that you’re ready, he starts slowly, small grunts falling from his lips. The sound is like music.

As he builds momentum you slide your hands free from his grasp, instead moving them to pleasure yourself. Rolling a nipple with one hand and reaching for your clit with the other. You feel your high approaching you again.

“Babe, I’m so close” you moan.

“Me too” he says through gritted teeth, focusing on not letting go before you do. “cum for me y/n” That’s all it takes to drive you over the edge. Your name used in such a sinful command by the man you’ve been in love with for years. He follows close behind and collapses on top of you. You let out a grunt at the sudden impact of his entire bodyweight and he chuckles a little as he rolls you both into a more comfortable spooning position.

“Kook?” you whisper as he nuzzles into your shoulder “Do you love me?” he never actually said it you realised in slight panic afterwards. He pulls your face back to look at him.

“With all my heart” he says pulling you in for another kiss.