#halo.afterdark

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Still Wanting More [Darsh x Reader]

Dark Schneider x Reader

Because I am gutted that no one seems to be as horny for this dumbass of a man as me.

Warnings: NSFW 18+, cockwarming, Darsh is an arrogant dumbass

“Sit still, this was your idea.” The soft voice rumbled in your ear, one large hand squeezing your thigh. You whimpered, trying not to squirm at the feel of his hand massaging your skin, all while he was seated deep inside you. Filling you. “It was a terrible idea.”  Darsh laughed, the ripple of his laughter jostling his cock inside you and bringing a moan to your lips. You clenched down around him in response, he moaned and gripped your thigh a little harder. “You really want me that much gorgeous? Can’t stay still while I’m inside you hmm?” He hummed, lips pressing to your shoulder. “Not that I can blame you, I am the handsome young hero here.” You huffed, leaning back against him to kiss him gently on the cheek. The movement shifted him inside you, causing a groan to slip out of his lips as your walls clenched around him. You hummed, amused, and tilted your head back to look at him. “Mhm, you are. And I already admitted this was a terrible idea,” you mused, “maybe we could-” “You know what I want you to say.” You pouted back at him, but Darsh just smirked down at you. Fluttering your eyelashes at him you put on your best pleading expression, clenching around him just for good measure. “Please Darsh, I need you. I want the most handsome, powerful sorcerer in all Metallicana-” You didn’t get to finish as Darsh practically threw you down on the bed, still inside you as you were pushed faced down into the sheets. You didn’t know how he managed it, but you weren’t complaining, not when he was grinding down into you. Whimpering you rocked your hips back into him, urging him to move properly. “Impatient hmm? You want me that badly love?” He thrust hard into you, chuckling as you moaned loudly into the sheets. “I knew you were the one for me.” You couldn’t answer, too overwhelmed with the pleasure of his massive cock thrusting in and out of you, the sound of his groans and praise echoing through your mind. 

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Run [Grimmjow x Reader]

I’m not doing a proper kinktober obviously but I am going to try writing some shorter smutty pieces. Mostly to try and kick my ass back into writing again.

Warnings: Smut 18+, Predator/Prey, Female reader, Grimm is a bit of an ass but we knew that already

Your breath caught in your throat as you heard a branch snapping somewhere in the distance. Your lungs burned and legs trembled, but you had to keep going. Every time you stopped you could feel him getting closer, his growled “run” echoing in your head. Desperately sucking air into your lungs you started running again, you were so close to safety now. So close. Finally the cabin came into sight. Knowing safety was within your reach re-invigorated your tired muscles, breathing life back into you as you went for the final sprint. One second you were running, the next you were tackled to the floor by an immense weight. So close to the cabin you could almost reach out and touch the door. Ignoring the possessive growl from above you you started to fight, trying to throw him off you and crawl away. The man above you laughed, letting you fight back for a few moments before his hand pressed down between your shoulder blades, claws digging into your skin. “Stay down.” He snarled, not letting up the pressure until you stopped fighting. “Good girl.” You whimpered, trying to see him over your shoulder. It was hard with your face pressed against the dirt the way it was, but he took pity on you, a shock of blue hair and wicked grin appearing in your vision. “Ya did better than I thought you would.” He laughed, bending down to lick tears of frustration from your face. “Should have known my girl would be a fighter.” “You waited to catch me on purpose.” You snapped.  “It was more fun this way. Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it, I can smell you from here.” One hand trailed down your back, coming to stop between your legs where he pressed down against the wet patch forming there. “Your body can’t lie to me.” “Grimm-” You whined, arching back against his touch, “don’t tease.” He laughed roughly, rocking his hips against your ass. “You like it when I tease, or was the chase enough teasing for you?” “Grimm…” your tone was warning, “if you’re not going to claim your prize for catching me then I’m going inside.” He snarled some kind of curse you didn’t recognise and pressed you down harder, his hands moving to tug at your pants viciously. You lifted your hips as best as you could to help him, sighing in relief as the cool night air brushed against your heated skin. You barely heard the sound of his own clothes rustling over your panting breaths, flinching in surprise as his cock pressed against your entrance. “No complaining now, you’re the one who wanted this.” He laughed, slowly pressing into you. “Fuck, always so tight for me. Like you don’t want to let me go.” You whimpered again, wriggling your hips against his in an attempt to get him to move. “Behave.” He growled in your ear, before snapping his hips hard against yours.  You wailed out in joy, digging your hands into the dirt and grass beneath you as his thrusts threatened to send you sprawling across the floor. Each stroke of his hips sent sparks of pleasure coursing through you, only heightened by the sound of his moans and his rough praise. “I can feel you tightening up around me. I make you feel that good huh?” He laughed, pressing the length of his body along your back so he could nuzzle at your neck. “Come on, be a good girl and come for me.” His teeth scraped along your neck, feeling you tighten under him until you reached the peak of your pleasure. Sensing his cue he sunk his teeth into the delicate flesh between your neck and shoulder, biting down hard enough to break the skin. Leaving his mark on you. The knowledge and the sharp pleasurable pain finally sent you over the edge, bringing you along with him. Afterwards he scooped your tired body up in his arms, carrying you back inside. Softly he wiped you down and laid you in bed, curling his body around you.

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Demons In My Head

Demiurge [Overlord] x F!Reader

Warnings: canon-typical violence, smut, deviation from canon.

When Yggdrasil shut down Momonga wasn’t the only one left behind, you were trapped there with him, as the world shifted and all the NPCs came to life. Trapped in Nazarick with an NPC you’ve always had a crush on, what will you do with your new life?

Hearing a soft ping I looked up from where I’d been reading on the floor to pass the time, a new message flashed at the corner of my vision. Sighing I opened it, at least whoever it was had been courteous enough to let me know they weren’t coming.

[Momonga] Just logging in now, sorry I’m so late!

I smiled softly and dismissed the message, no point in messaging him back when you could speak in person in a moment. Seeing the familiar glow that signified one of my guild-mates logging in I pushed to my feet, ready to greet Momonga one last time. “Hey Momo.” I smiled up at the litch. “I’m glad you came.” “Hey Rip.” He nodded his head, and you were sure he was smiling back. “Sorry, I got caught up and it took me longer than I thought to get here. Did I miss everyone?” My chest tightened and I shook my head. “You’re the only one so far Momo.” “Oh.” He drummed his bony fingers against his chin. “Maybe they’ve been and gone? How long have you been here?” “Since midday.” My voice was flat, claws picking at the edges of my armour. “I don’t think they’re coming…” “I’m sure they’d have been here if they could. C’mon, we’ve still got a couple of hours, shall we go and say goodbye to everyone?” I blinked at his outstretched arm for a moment, not sure what he meant, until I remembered the NPCs of Nazarick, those lovingly created by the guild.  “That sounds lovely, Lord Momonga.” I answered softly, glad for once that the game limited my expressions. “Indeed, Lady Riptide. Shall we head to the first floor and then work our way back down?” “Makes sense, I’d like to end things in the Throne room. It just feels right.” Momonga nodded, teleporting the both of you to the top floor. I eyed the rickety bridge while Momonga looked around for Shaltear, neatly teleporting to the other side with a huff. “Still not a fan of heights Rip?” “Nope, besides, Shaltear is over this way.” I called, making my way towards the Vampire’s usual spot. “Floor two, numbnuts.”

Saying goodbye to the fourth floor pulled at something painful in my chest. The Underground Lake had been my domain, though the main guardian was Gargantua, there were monsters of my own creation in the lake itself. They weren’t true NPCs in the way the others were, my skills hadn’t quite been up to par for that, but they did a good job of picking off a few of the fools who made their way this far down. Besides, Ulbert had insisted that my aesthetics fit this floor the most. The next few floors were easier, at least until we reached the seventh. “This was always my favourite.” I sighed, running my fingers over the back of the white throne. “Really? I thought it was the lake?” Momonga hummed. “Nah, that was where Ulbert thought I fit best, but I do really like fire. And this place is so beautiful, he used to chase me out of here all the time. Told me Kelpies shouldn’t stay in hot places long, and to stop ogling his creation.” I laughed, gently patting Demiurge on the shoulder. “Do you think he knew Demi was my favourite NPC?” There was a low rumble of laughter from Momo beside me. “No. None of us would ever have guessed that.” Meanwhile Demiurge was practically vibrating with delight. His Lady, one of the Supreme Beings, favoured him above any other? He couldn’t think of a greater honour. And she even deigned to touch him? Him, a lowly servant. But why were the two remaining Supreme Beings speaking as if they were leaving? It couldn’t be.

Finally we made it to the tenth floor once again. I brought up the menu, glancing over the time. “Ten minutes left.” I sighed, glancing to where Momonga was over with Albedo, looking over something in her description. “You two going to need some time alone? Remember, this place has rules against R rated actions!” “Oi!” I laughed, happily settling on the floor to wait for the final countdown. As the last thirty seconds started to tick down I looked up at Momonga once more, surprised to find that he’d settled himself on the throne. Pushing to my feet I went to join him, perching on the arm, glad that I couldn’t feel how uncomfortable it probably was. “Hey Momo, after this… do you… do you think we can still keep in touch?” “Of course we can Rip.” I hoped he could tell how happily I was smiling at him, I’d used the emote but it didn’t seem enough to convey how truly happy and grateful I was to have his friendship in all this. Gently resting one of my own hands over his boney one I watched the last few moments of the clock count down, bracing myself for the unpleasant sensation of rejection from the gear. “5… 4… 3… 2… 1…” I closed my eyes,ready for the last moments of the game… but then nothing happened. No unpleasant zap in my brain to signify I’d been forcibly disconnected, no sudden feeling of nausea as I came back to the real world. Nervously opening my eyes I glanced around, expecting to see the darkness of my headset only to be greeted by the equally startled face of Momonga. “Did we get the time wrong?” I asked, looking around. “No… I don’t think so… wait, Rip, your mouth is moving.” Momo answered, his eyes flashing green at me. “So is yours!” I yelped, “really moving, not the standard animations. Holy shit, Momo, are we in the game? I swear I saw an anime like this, but if you died in the game you died in real life? Do you think that’s what’s happening here? We’ve been Isekai’d into a game. Oh, I hope we still have all our skills…” “Rip, breathe, we can work this out.” Momonga sighed, gently patting my shoulder to try and distract me from my racing mind. “Lord Momonga? Lady Riptide? Has something happened?” I whirled at the sound of Albedo’s voice, blinking up at her. “It is nothing to worry about Albedo. Could you gather the floor guardians? I believe something has changed here. Sebas-” he paused just long enough for the man to appear “-go and scout the exterior of Nazarick, see if you can determine what has changed.”

[Riptide] Holy shit Momo, how are you so cool right now? I’m still kind of freaking out.

[Momonga] I hadn’t noticed. Don’t worry. I’ll work things out for now. Looks like we still have our skills.

[Riptide] Thanks Momo <3

Time passed almost smoothly after that, once my panic died down I managed to settle back into my old role as vice-leader of the guild, though there were pitfalls that came with our new existence. The burning temple, which normally brought me great solace, made my skin dry out too quickly, and for the first time your expressions were truly visible on my face. It had taken weeks for me to stop blushing whenever you saw Demiurge, my skin taking on a deeper blue-grey tinge whenever I remembered what I’d said to him when we thought we were saying goodbye to the tomb, or how he’d spoken about me when Momonga had asked how the Guardians felt about the two of you. But I’d finally got over that, I could face him like a normal person now, even give orders when I needed to. At least I thought I was over it.

I’d been relaxing in the lake when a group of adventurers made their way into the tomb. I don’t know how they got past Shaltear or the Grave, though I had seen Shaltear chasing after Albedo earlier. They weren’t exactly hard to dispose of either, though I guess I had a bit of a home-field advantage in the water. Still, the encounter had left me dirty and a little sore, one of them had tried to ride me, clearly seeing a horse and thinking nothing of it. Shuddering at the memory I sank into my bath, letting the warmth of the water soothe me. At least until someone knocked at my door. “Come in!” I called out, not thinking anything of it. Momonga had been in here enough times while I soaked, he’d gotten over it fast enough, the water was dark and as it happened having a Kelpie as a guildmate meant spending way more time with them in water than either of us had bargained for, at least until we could get hold of an artefact that helped. Except that wasn’t Momonga, instead standing in your room with a pink dusting on his ears was Demiurge. With a startled yelp I sank under the water, only letting the top of my head and my eyes peek out over the surface. Until I remembered the Demiurge shaped plushie on my bed, the one Albedo had so kindly made for me (after only the briefest of disgusted looks). Another burbled yelping noise and I’d practically flown across the room, landing on the bed on top of the plush. “Lady Riptide? Is everything quite alright?” I blinked at Demiurge, noticing the way he refused to look at me, and the red tinge staining his face. Then I looked down. Oh yeah, still naked. Oh shit, still naked. With a squeak I grabbed a pillow, using it to shield as much of my body as I could. “I had heard some insects made their way down to the fourth level my Lady, I wished to express my deepest apologies that something of that kind would happen. And to promise my Lady that Shaltear will be duly punished for abandoning her post.” I sighed, it was irritating to be attacked, but it had been decent practice at least. And it wasn’t bad enough for whatever punishment you thought Demiurge had put together. “It’s alright Demi, it wasn’t that much bother.” I waved a hand tiredly. “They weren’t much more than practice dummies in the end.” “Then allow me to accept punishment for seeing you like this Lady Riptide. Perhaps you should pluck out my eyes?” He was kneeling before the bed now, head bowed and hand over his chest. “No! No, Demi. It’s fine! I should have checked who it was before asking you to come in, and even then, you came in because I told you to. If anything I should be apologising to you for seeing me in this state!”  Demiurge glanced up, his ears wiggling slightly and tail thumping against the floor as he looked at me once more. “Oh no my Lady! You are a most wondrous sight to behold, one the eyes of a mere servant aren’t fit to see.” “I… I wouldn’t say that.” I murmured, clutching the pillow a little tighter to myself. “I, um, I wouldn’t punish you for seeing me…” “I am honoured my Lady. If that is the case, would I be forgiven for asking a question?” He murmured, still not quite able to keep his eyes on me. I nodded nervously, something about him kneeling there fully clothed while I was still sat here naked stirring a fire in my stomach. The effects of which I was almost sure he could smell, if the excitable thrashing of his tail was any indication. “The item I saw on your bed earlier, that wouldn’t be-” “So what if it was?” I gasped, cutting him off. “Then I would be most honoured Lady Riptide, and I would happily offer my Lady my services should she ever be in need.” His ears were bright red, but he was finally looking at me, smirk fixed back on his lips. I dropped the pillow in shock, my heart racing in my chest. “You would?! Do you understand what you’re saying?” “Of course my Lady. Though if you are displeased by the thought…” He stood and turned towards the door, only to freeze when I called out to him. My mind was racing almost as fast as my heart. Was it even ethical to ask this of him? I was technically his superior, but he had offered… And he looked so eager… “Then… then perhaps I might wish to make good on that offer. If you wish.” “Nothing would please me more Lady Riptide. After all, I am your favourite, am I not?” His voice was practically a purr, one that went straight to the fire now building in my stomach. “I… yes.” I breathed, leaning back on the bed as he prowled over me. “If you’re sure…” “My Lady, I do not think I have been more sure of anything since I took over guardianship of the seventh floor.” I sighed out a breath, leaning back slightly as I allowed him to crawl over my body. He paused over me, tail flicking behind him and head cocked as if asking for permission. My knees squeezed against his hips, neck stretching out almost involuntarily. “Please Demi.” Demiurge almost purred, his head dipping to nip at my neck. I let out a breathy gasp, my body arching up into his. I could feel his claws running down my sides, reminding me once more just how naked I was compared to him. His tongue flicked over my gills, sending a strange ripple through my body as I clawed at his suit, trying to pull the offending layers from his body. Chuckling darkly Demiurge pressed himself up on his knees, stripping himself much more quickly than I ever would have been able to. I licked my lips as I watched his skin reveal itself, his body broader and more muscular than I would have imagined under all that material. My eyes widened as he caught me staring, his mouth pulling up into a wicked smirk, finally removing the last of his clothing and settling between my thighs. “Now my lady, allow me to worship you.” I didn’t get a chance to reply, not when his mouth was on me sending fire through my veins. My hips bucked up against his tongue, claws shredding the sheets beneath me as I writhed against his ministrations. I wanted to cant my head back and close my eyes to enjoy the sensation, but something about watching him made me unable to look away. He was watching me so intently, registering every twitch and gasp and repeating the motions that made it happen, I couldn’t not watch him. At least until my orgasm crashed over me, in a flood of electricity and a flutter of ripped cloth and feathers as I tore into the bed. I tried to call his name, wanting nothing more than to let him know how good he’d made me feel, but only gibberish came out, my brain fried by the pleasure coursing through me. 

As I trembled with the aftershocks Demiurge lifted his head, his mouth glistening with the remnants of his feast. “Now now My Lady, I hope you aren’t tired already. We’ve only just begun.” He grinned, crawling up my body to press his lips to mine, letting me taste myself on him - like fresh water and vegetation. I purred against his lips, careful not to let my claws dig into his skin as I ran my hands down the expanse of his back, feeling the muscles tense and flex under my touch. I wrapped my legs around his back, pulling him into me. “It’ll take more than that to tire me out Demi.” I chuckled against his neck, letting my sharp teeth scrape against his skin. “Do your best, hmm?”

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Dirty & Clean [Strife x Reader]

Warnings: NSFW 18+, Sex in Public, Female Reader, Strife x Reader

“Clean water! Strife, look! Clean water!” The horseman chuckled behind you, the sound vibrating through your back as he urged Mayhem forward. “I know kiddo, I can see just as well as you from up here.” You tilted your head back, using your best pleading expression on him. “Can we stop? Please?” He hummed thoughtfully before nodding. “Course kiddo. Guess you want to get cleaned up a bit yeah? Wash off some of those layers of grime and stink.” You frowned, pouting a little, but nodded. You were, after all, covered in dirt, sweat, blood and who knows what else from endless days on the road and seemingly endless attacks. Apparently keeping clean in the apocalypse was nowhere near as easy as all the shows and movies had made it seem. Still, he didn’t have to point it out. Beneath you Mayhem snorted and shook his head, as if he too wanted to scold his rider as you made your way towards the lake.

When Mayhem finally came to a standstill you practically flung yourself from his saddle, throwing a quick thank you towards the horse as you raced to the waters edge. You skidded to a halt barely a foot from the water, suddenly tense as the overwhelming joy of finally being able to bathe gave way to the logical part of your mind. “Um, Strife? Do you think it’s safe?” Your horseman strolled up behind you, nonchalant as ever while his sharp eyes scanned the water. After a few moments he nodded. “Yeah, you’re good.” You sighed in relief, slowly starting to peel off your hoodie, once more focused on the idea of being clean. “Need any help getting your clothes off?” Strife’s low timbre rumbled in your ear. Before you might have jumped, or smacked him, but you’d grown used to the gunslinger’s lack of personal space and flirtatious nature. And you would be lying if his words didn’t spark a flutter of something in your stomach, gods what you wouldn’t do for his flirting to be real.  “Why do I get the feeling my clothes would be even more ripped if I took you up on that offer?” You teased back. “Maybe you should focus on washing off your own stink.” Strife looked surprised for a moment, golden eyes flaring behind his helm, before he burst into laughter. “This is why I like you. For the record though, I don’t stink.” “Keep telling yourself that cowboy.” You laughed, shimmying your underwear down your hips and walking into the water, not daring to look back.

You thought you heard a sharp hiss of breath behind you, but any certainty in the sound was quickly drowned by the gentle splashing of water as you waded into the lake, watching as the clean water was slowly stained brown by the dirt being washed from your skin. Your clothes weren’t much better, though it was only after you’d soaked them in the water that you realised you didn’t have any spare. A problem for once you were clean, you decided, too engrossed in rubbing muck from your skin and rinsing out your hair to think too deeply on it. You hadn’t even realised Strife had followed you into the water until an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling the most undignified shriek from your lips as you flailed backwards. “Hey now sweetheart, watch the goods.” Strife purred in your ear, pulling you back against the hard planes of his body as he straightened up again.  “Strife! What are you doi-” your question died on your lips as you tilted your head back to look at him. Strife was naked, fully naked, even his helm had been left on the shore. You’d seen him without it before, but never so close, and the sight was mesmerising. His golden eyes were warm as he looked down at you, the sharp angles of his face and the gravity defying dark spikes of hair that frame it like something out of a work of art. You wanted so badly to turn around, to study the rest of his body and run your hands along the hard muscles you could feel against your back. “Cat got your tongue?” He smirked, leaning down once more so his voice once again purred close to you. “Thought you might want a hand, y’know someone to get all those hard to reach areas.” You couldn’t help the soft moan that left your lips as you nodded, one that only got louder as his arms shifted to rub at your back and sides. True to his word he helped you wash the places you couldn’t easily reach, nimble hands ghosting delicately over wounds and scars as he tended to you. Until eventually those hands started to wander, sliding over your ribs and brushing just beneath your breasts as he relished the soft whimper that slipped from your lips at his touch. You leaned back against him, tensing when you felt something hard pressing against your lower back. Strife immediately lifted his hands from your skin in response, freezing as if he feared he’d done something wrong. Without him holding you in place you were finally able to turn and look at him properly, barely keeping the drool in your mouth at the sight of his body. Tentatively you lifted a hand to run down the muscles of his chest and trace his abs, only stopping just before the base of his dick. You glanced back up at him shyly, as if asking for permission. “Don’t stop there on my account.” He groaned. “You want me?” You whispered, looking back down to hide your worry. He caught your chin is his grip, forcing you to look back up at him. “Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” He grinned momentarily, before his expression dropped. “Real question is if you’ll let me. You know what I am-” You didn’t let him finish, leaning up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his as your hand ghosted over his shaft. After a moment of shock Strife responded in kind, his tongue pressing past your lips as large hands came down to grip at your ass, his body grinding against you. You gasped against his mouth as his hand slipped between your thighs, fingers sliding through the slick he found there despite the water’s best attempts to wash it away. Strife pulled back slightly, groaning against your shoulder as he slipped a finger inside you. “Fuck, sweetheart, this for me?” You whimpered in response, rocking against his hand as he played with you. “Yes! Yes, Strife, yes.”  He cursed under his breath, using words you didn’t understand but knew to be the Nephilim tongue, before lifting you in his arms. He manhandled you with such ease you might as well weigh nothing, positioning you over him. “If you don’t want this you better tell me now, I don’t know if I could stop once I’m finally inside you.”  You shook your head. “I want you Strife. But, someone could see us.” Strife didn’t say anything in response, slowly lowering you down onto him with a deep moan. One you couldn’t help but echo as he stretched you, leaving a pleasurable burn behind in his wake. Your hands dug into his shoulders, nails leaving crescent marks in his skin. When he was finally seated to the hilt inside you he stopped, pressing his forehead against yours and taking deep breaths while he waited for you to adjust to his size.  “Fuck.” He breathed. “So tight, like you were made for me.” You whined his name, eyes darting around to the shore surrounding you. “There’s no one there to see us sweetheart.” He reassured you. “Even if there was, you shouldn’t care. Fuck, I’d take you in front of the Charred Council if I could, show them how beautiful you are, how well you take me. You like that idea hmm? I can feel you clenching around me, I knew you were perfect. Mine.” “Strife.” You whimpered again. “Move. Please.” With that cocky grin once more in place he obliged, strong arms holding your hips in the air as he pulled back and thrust into you once more. You could do little but hold on to him as he took you, your moans and his filling the air around you. His cock brushed against all the most sensitive parts of you, pulling you towards the edge all to soon, his name a broken cry on your lips as you came around him. Strife groaned, filthy words mingling with praises as he held you closer. Still he didn’t stop, pushing you to the edge again and again, until your voice was hoarse and his name was all you could say. You lost count of how many orgasms had ripped through your body by the time he stiffened, his grip on your skin bruising as his thrusts become jerky and irregular. Your name in his voice sounded like a prayer when he stilled, spilling himself inside you.

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Why Wouldn’t I?

I’m not dead. And I bring you ~3500 words of Eddie x f!reader omegaverse smut. I’m not even the slightest bit sorry.

WARNINGS: female reader, omegaverse/abo dynamics, heat cycles (possible dubcon), PIV sex.

“So, what’s all the commotion about?” Eddie asked, taking his usual place at the table. Gareth hummed, nodding his head toward the jocks clustered around their table. “You mean those guys? There’s a new student, rumour is they’re an omega.” Eddie perked up a little. “Oh? Tell me more.” Jeff sighed. “I think I know who it is, walked past the Principal’s office earlier and there was some girl in there I’d never seen before.” “That would explain why the meatheads are all up in arms over it.” Gareth sighed. “Still, pretty weird to be moving this late into the year. And they’re probably a Junior if they’ve presented,” Eddie mused “could be a good story there…” “Some of the people in my year have started presenting, they could be a Sophomore!” Jeff protested. “Man, I am not looking forward to next year.” Gareth groaned, burying his head in his arms. “Enjoy your freedom while you have it my friend, from here on out it’s all secondary gender cliques and hormones.” Eddie chuckled. “Well, at least you’re used to the cliques already.” Jeff laughed, slapping him on the back. “Just gotta make it through this year and I’m out of here.” Eddie sighed.  “Sure you do, we’ve all seen your grades. But look at it this way, it means an extra year with the new omega.” “And us!” The air in the cafeteria shifted all of a sudden, followed by the creak of the door opening. Eddie watched with feigned disinterest as the new student walked in, she didn’t look like an omega, she wasn’t skittish like the ones in his year had been when they presented. If he couldn’t smell her he’d have pegged her for a beta. Maybe she’d be more fun than any of the others, she didn’t seem like the type to only look for a strong alpha to defend her. His hopes faltered a little as she stepped towards the jocks table, where they were posing and throwing comments her way, though her smile looked a lot more like a snarl than he was expecting.  Tommy Hagan, apparently fancying his chances, took a step towards her. Instead of swooning over him, she slapped away his hand and stalked off.  Eddie grinned. “Y’know, repeating senior year might not be so bad.”

You paused just outside the cafeteria door. You could practically feel the testosterone seeping through the wood, the scent of alphas trying to posture was sickening.  You didn’t hate being an omega, truthfully you hadn’t given it much thought, but times like this you would almost be tempted to. Bracing yourself you pushed through the door, wrinkling your nose at the smell that assaulted your nostrils as you did.  “Steve didn’t tell us she was a looker” “come on pretty omega, we’ll take care of you” “come sit with us baby” The calls coming from the table of alphas started almost immediately, typical. Rolling your eyes you started to walk past them, looking for a quiet place to take a seat.  You even flashed a snarl their way for good measure as they continued to call out to you. Clearly one of them really didn’t get the message, pushing himself to his feet and walking towards you. “Come on little omega, be a good girl and come sit with us. We’ll treat you right, won’t we guys?” He reached out a hand towards you, looking to grab onto your arm and pull you to the table. You snarled and smacked his hand away before it could connect, baring your teeth at him. “Don’t. Touch. Me.” You stalked off, trying to block out the sound of their insults as you looked for somewhere to go. On your way you scented another alpha and you turned to look in the direction of the smell, this one wasn’t posturing or calling out to you, though he was still watching. Relieved you smiled at him, heart fluttering in your chest when he flashed a bright smile back in your direction. Swallowing down your instincts to go to him you kept walking, finally settling on a quiet table at the far end of the room.

For the first week Eddie was content with just watching you. Smiling back every time you shot a smile his way, and doing his best to ignore the jibes his fellow D&D players threw his way.  Dan, one of his fellow seniors, elbowed him hard in the side one day, after he was busy spacing out over you reading a book for way too long. “You know, you could just go and talk to her. Instead of staring at her like some kind of stalker.” He laughed, shaking his head. “You saw how she reacted to Tommy the first day, something tells me she’s not fond of alphas coming up to her.” He groaned.  “I’m pretty sure she just wasn’t fond of Tommy.” Dan sighed. “But if you’re that worried, I have an idea.” Eddie glanced at him, frowning slightly. “Oh no, no you don’t.” Dan just nodded at Gareth, grabbing hold of Eddie’s arm and tugging him back into his seat as the younger boy darted across the cafeteria towards you. Eddie tried to shout after him, but the words were muffled by hands across his mouth. Instead, he had to watch in horror as Gareth reached you, gesturing towards their table with a dopey grin. He watched as you laughed, oh god, you were laughing at him. But then you stood up, and you were walking towards them. If the others hadn’t been holding him in place Eddie was pretty sure he would have dived under the table to hide. Instead he watched with mounting horror as you approached, still smiling, and took a seat at their table. He was so caught up in his terror that he didn’t even hear the jibes and insults being hurled at you as you sat down. For a moment all his senses were just filled with omega and the sight of you smiling back at him. “You know, you could have asked me yourself. I don’t bite.” You chuckled, eyes still on him. “I uh..” Eddie ran his hand through his hair nervously, “Uh… I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You tilted your head, considering him carefully. “Because you’re a ‘freak’-” you made little air quotes with your fingers “-or because you’re an alpha?” “Well…” Eddie glanced at the others for support, only to find them grinning at him, “you didn’t seem too fond of Tommy.” You laughed, shaking your head. “Was that his name? I don’t like being manhandled by strangers, especially strangers like that. But you’re alright, unless this is some scheme?” “N-no! You just, well…” “You looked lonely sat there all by yourself, though Gar probably should have warned you that sitting with us isn’t going to win you any popularity points with the rest of them.” Dan cut in, finally taking pity on their DM. You waved him off with a shake of your hand. “If I’d wanted to join any of their little groups I’d have tried it by now.” “So-” Ted, the other senior in their little group, cut in “do you play D&D?” “No. But I’d like to, if you’re willing to take a complete newbie?” Finally Eddie was smiling again, nodding happily as he launched into an explanation of the game and when their party met up. Even offering to help you set up a character if you didn’t mind coming over early.

Things continued that way the rest of the week. Eddie was still a little awkward around you, at least until you got him onto the topic of D&D or music, but the rest of the group accepted you happily. Even teasing you about your ‘mothering’ of Gareth, the assigned baby of the group. The first D&D session you joined really cemented your place in their little gang of ‘freaks’. Eddie had been so nervous in your presence while he explained the rules, helping you put together a half-elf thief that would fit nicely in their little group of warriors and wizards, that you almost felt guilty for forcing your presence on him like this. But when the game started you soon forgot all that. Eddie really came alive in the role of Dungeon Master, every word well crafted and his movements graceful and wild. The story came alive with him, his voice changing to suit the role of whomever he was playing, smile at once wicked and joyful. You couldn’t help the quiet purr you let out watching him, though you blushed furiously when he shot you a surprised glance. Thrilled by your first game you vowed to join them for as long as they’d have you, staying behind to help tidy up. Just as Eddie was packing away the last of his things and you were preparing for the long walk home he turned to you. “Hey, do you need a lift? It’s, well, I’m sure you’re fine but it’s dangerous walking around after dark.” The words came out as a jumble, his hand running through his air anxiously as he tried to look anywhere but at your face. “If it’s not too far out of your way? I heard there were some disappearances so I’ve got this spray, but I’d feel safer with you.” You cursed yourself for how omega you sounded, you were supposed to be stronger than this. But the stories of people vanishing not long before you’d moved here really did make you nervous. “Yeah, it’s no problem. Wayne doesn’t much care what time I get back as long as I’m not in trouble. Hell, he’d probably congratulate me,” his cheeks flushed slightly, fingers absentminded fiddling with his rings, “so, where’s home?” “Um, do you know the Forest Hills Trailer Park?” You mumbled, now your turn to be embarrassed. “If it’s too far out of your way that’s okay.” “No way! That’s where Wayne’s trailer is too, how did I not know you’d moved in?” He was bouncing on the balls of his feet now, energetically happy once again. “This way my lady, your chariot awaits!” Giggling to yourself you followed after him, happily singing along with him to his music as he drove you back to the trailer park. Pulling up outside his place he gestured towards the trailer. “My humble abode. Can you get back from here?” You nodded, pointing towards the row of trailers opposite. “Yeah, I’m just past that row there.” Eddie opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but shook his head when you paused. You waited patiently, tilting your head slightly as you waited for him to continue. “Um, I was just thinking… you don’t have to, but if you ever get bored you could, i don’t know, come hang out?” You gifted him with the brightest smile he’d ever seen, eyes practically sparkling and a soft purr rumbling in your throat. “I’d like that. I’ll see you around Munson.” Eddie sat and watched you leave, taking a few deep breaths to steady himself after you disappeared into the darkness before leaving his van. That night his dreams were full of a tough little omega with a shining smile.

The year went on and all too soon it was graduation, and the members of the Hellfire Club were thoroughly tired of you and Eddie dancing around each other. With Eddie failing to graduate this year the younger members found themselves begging the graduating two to do something about it. The something being Ted and Dan dragging Eddie off to tell him to do something, while he protested that omegas don’t like him. “This one does, clearly.” Dan hissed, “she wouldn’t have hung around you for a whole year if she didn’t.” “Come on man, girls don’t like me, no one likes me. I’m Eddie the Freak remember?” Ted smacked him on the back of the head. “Stop being dense. We’ve all heard her purring at you.” “But…” “No buts! If you two aren’t together by this time next year I’m officially telling everyone you cried while watching-” “Fine! Fine! But I’m telling you, she isn’t interested.” Dan laughed, patting his friend on the back. “Sure dude, and I’m not graduating today. Just remember what I said, I don’t back down from promises.” Eddie winced but nodded, glancing back towards the mass of students in their graduation robes. “Come on, we should get back.” If anyone noticed how you made a beeline right to Eddie’s side they didn’t mention it, though he caught more than a couple of knowing looks thrown his way by the rest of the gang.

Senior year, it turned out, wasn’t all that different from Junior year. The classes were the same, though with more mention of exams than before, the Hellfire Club still ran their campaigns, though now on the lookout for new members, and Hawkins, it seemed, rarely changed. The only real difference were the additional health classes on secondary genders, this time focusing on heats and ruts. They didn’t usually start until after 18, but much in the same way some people presented early or late, the heats and ruts could hit soon. Heats first, they triggered all on their own, whereas an alpha’s first rut was usually triggered by an omega in heat. You grimaced, great, this could blindside you at any time. At least the school nurse kept a supply of suppressants on hand. You left that particular class praying you were one of the late bloomers.

You wouldn’t be so lucky. A few weeks past your 18th birthday, you awoke in an empty trailer to a burning fever. You tried to ignore it, writing it off as illness brought on by the changing of the weather. You could skip school, it wouldn’t be the first time, you thought as you curled up in your bed again.  Barely an hour later you were rudely awoken by the cramps starting. You cursed into the bedding, belatedly noticing you’d formed a nest around you in your sleep. “No. No. This can’t be happening.” You whined, curling into a ball and feeling the wetness start to slide down your legs.  The feeling was almost unbearable. Being around Eddie made your chest flutter and sometimes something clench low in your stomach but this, this was everything turned up way past eleven. You whimpered, trying to resist the urge to move your hand down between your legs to lessen the ache. You could sleep through this, you told yourself, wake up and find it was all just a horrible nightmare. “Hey, you coming to school?”  Your head snapped up at the sound of Eddie outside your trailer. You couldn’t let him see you like this, scared of what he might think of you. “I can’t, m’sick.” You called back, barely biting back a whimper. “You need anything?” You grit your teeth against a fresh wave of cramps, thankful that the trailer was at least keeping your scent from leaking out. This time you couldn’t keep the whimpering at bay, the pain stabbing at your insides. “I’m coming in.” He called, and you heard him fiddling with the lock on the door.   “No. No, you can’t!” But it was too late, there was the familiar sound of the door clicking and the creaking of the hinges as it opened. You could sense him as soon as he stepped inside, all of your instincts screaming ‘alpha’ and begging you to go with him. Instead you curled up tighter in your makeshift nest, biting back the whimpers and mewls that tried to force themselves past your lips. He’d only got a few steps inside before he sniffed the air, and you heard the door slam hard behind him. You breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he’d left, only to hear footsteps coming closer to you again. “Is this…?” You whimpered again, nodding your head. “It hurts Eddie.” He crouched beside the bed and you cracked your eyes open to look at him, already flushed and breathing heavy just from being stuck with you for a few moments.  “I could… I mean, um, I could help? We’re supposed to be able to…” You blinked at him, wide eyed and struck silent by your surprise. Eddie took your silence as rejection, his eyes dropping to the floor as he ran a hand through his hair. “Ah no, of course you wouldn’t want… I shouldn’t have asked.” As he started to back away you reached out, grabbing for his jacket. “Please, please stay.” He stared down, equally as shocked by your behaviour as you were, his other hand coming up to rest over yours. “You want me?”  “If you’re okay with someone like me. A -ah shit!-” you whimpered, dropping his arm and clutching your stomach. Slowly he crawled into your nest, wrapping his body around yours and rumbling a purr against your shoulder. You whined, baring your neck and pressing back against him, the sound of his groan echoing in your ears. “Are… fuck you smell so good… are you sure?” He asked, voice sounding strained with the effort of holding back.  “Yes, please please Eddie. Alpha.” He groaned again, his hips bucking against you and pressing his erection into your back. You whimpered again, trying to spread your legs for him but finding them trapped between his own. He hummed, nuzzling against your neck and breathing in your scent for a moment before turning you in his arms, until you were staring wide eyed back at him. He bent his face towards yours, lips hovering just above your own as if asking for permission. In answer you craned your neck forwards, pressing your lips against his insistently. Eddie rumbled in approval, hands coming up to twist in your hair as his tongue pressed into your mouth. You whimpered, rocking your hips against his in a desperate attempt to get some relief.  Eddie growled, pulling back on your hair. “Ah, be a good girl and let me prepare you.” You watched, wide eyed and shocked as he pushed you onto your back and slowly crawled down between your legs. “Have you, um, this before?” you whispered, unsure why the thought made your heart squeeze painfully. He glanced up from his position between your thighs, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “Ah no, but I might have read some stuff.” You nodded nervously, watching as he slowly pulled your shorts down your legs, throwing an arm across your face in embarrassment as he started at you in wonder. When his fingers trailed up the inside of your thigh you squeaked, hips instinctively rocking up towards him.  “So wet. This all for me princess?” He purred, his words sending sparks right to your most sensitive areas. When his tongue lapped against your slit you swore you saw stars, head falling back against the bed as his mouth worked on you. You could feel your body tensing, muscles trembling with some unseen force. When he finally slipped a finger inside you you cried out, hips arching up towards him, simultaneously begging for more and whimpering from all the stimulation. You lost track of what happened after that, you only knew the electric sensation that rippled through your body. When you came back to reality Eddie was no longer between your thighs, instead lying next to you and palming himself through his boxers. “You back with me princess?” He chuckled, gently running a hand up and down your side. “What… what was that?” you panted, trying not to stare at the bulge in his pants. “That was me warming you up.” He grinned, eyes still dark with lust. “Now, my lady, are you sure you want this?” You whimpered, nodding feverishly, and trying to move towards him. Eddie stopped you with a hand on your chest, pressing you back down into the mattress. “I need you to say it princess. Come on.” “Please Eddie, need you, wanted you so long.” It was those four words that broke him, near ordering you to take your top off while he feverishly shucked off his clothes.You almost drooled when you finally saw him, eyes tracing across his tattoos down to the thick cock that stood between his legs, already glistening even in the dim light of the trailer. “So big,” you breathed, barely even realising you’d said it out loud. Eddie grinned at you sheepishly, before crawling over you, caging your head between his arms. Resting his weight on one forearm he lined himself up with your entrance, carefully pressing into you. The slow pace was torturous for both of you, but he was determined not to let it hurt, even while you whined and begged for him. Finally he bottomed out, pressing his forehead against yours as he paused for you to adjust (and, in truth, to calm himself down). It was only when you started wriggling against him that he began to move. He tried to go slowly, he really did, but your scent was getting to him and soon his instincts took over, pounding into you as you keened and begged for more. It wasn’t long before a second orgasm ripped through you and it took all he had not to come right there, as you clenched around him, seeming to try and milk him dry then and there. With a pained sound he pulled out of you, chest clenching when you nearly sobbed from the loss. He groaned, burying his face in your neck as he rocked against you, seeking the last bit of friction he needed. As he came, spurting across your stomach, his teeth latched into your neck, marking you as his. 

Afterwards he lay panting beside you, turning his head slightly as you gently pressed your fingers against the mark on your neck. “Shit. I’m so… I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.” He mumbled, giving you what could only be described as sad puppy eyes. “No. No, it’s fine. I like it.” You murmured, still touching the mark. “You do?” You turned your eyes towards him, surprised by the shock you saw there. Eddie was staring at you as if you’d made some great revelation. “You mean that?” His voice was barely above a whisper. You blinked back at him. “Why wouldn’t I?” Grinning, he threw his arms around you, burying his face back into your neck and nuzzling against the mark he’d left there.

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Little Master

Cu Alter x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, Size Kink, Sex in Public (kind of), Biting

“Don’t be foolish.” You sighed, sinking back down off your tiptoes, only to blush as you felt your Beserker lean over you. He was so much bigger than you, taller by a long way, but broader too. All muscle and strength. Part of you started to wonder if everything about him was bigger… you shook your head, trying to chase those thoughts away just as he pulled back, holding the book you’d been straining for in his clawed hand. “Th-thank you.” You murmur, taking the book from him. “I am your servant, I’m here to be used. You should use me.” He rumbles, caging you in against the wall, at least until he notices the hitch in your breath and the heat burning from your skin. “You like that hmm, little Master?” He’s more like the other Cu’s in this moment than he’s ever been, his smirk both feral and playful.  “I… I didn’t say anything.”  He grins more at this, eyes flashing like a predators. “I can hear your heart racing from here.” He leaned just a little closer, those sharp teeth so close to your throat, you couldn’t help the breathy sound that escaped you. Your sigh sparked a rumble in his chest, claws digging into your arm as he pulled you around the corner, pressing you back into the darkest space he could find. “You want to use me Master?”  You didn’t know how someone could make a simple word sound so sinful, too caught up in the sound of his voice to realise you’d let a quiet whine escape your lips. He chuckled, deep and dangerous, his body pressing against yours. He had to bend down to speak to you, but he didn’t seem to mind. “Go on Master. Tell me what you want.” Your breath hitched, face burning with shame. He knew what you wanted, he wouldn’t have you cornered here in the darkest section of the library if he didn’t. You tried to ang;e your hips against his own, but he merely tutted and shook his head. He wasn’t going to give you what you wanted unless you told him. Despite all your pouting and doe eyes he held firm, waiting patiently for you to speak. “You. I want you.” You whispered, not daring to look up at him. “And what do you want me to do?” He purred in your ear, sounding altogether too smug. That got your attention, your head snapping up and your eyes narrowing in a mixture of frustration and embarrassment. “Cu!” He chuckled, clawed hands digging into your thighs as he hoisted you up against a sturdy shelf, slotting his body into the space between your thighs and preening at the desperate mewl you gave when you had to stretch to fit him. His hips rutted against yours, watching as your face contorted with pleasure. “You sure you can take me, little Master?” You nodded feverishly, already desperate for him, whimpering as he balanced your weight in one large hand. The other slipping between your legs to shred your underwear, brushing the backs of his fingers through the slick gathered there. “Please.” With a rumbling growl he freed himself from the tight pants he wore, and you found yourself almost drooling at the sight. He was big, bigger than even you expected, and you watched, entranced as he pushed himself against your entrance. He pushed in slowly, drinking in your whimpers and whines as he did. “So big. Gods, I’m so full.” Cu growled, pressing his face against your shoulder. “You’re so tight. Stop wriggling.” “I can’t! Feels so good!”  You pressed your hips against his, trying to push him deeper. With a snarl Cu thrust into you hard, one hand pressed tight against your mouth to stifle your scream. You felt like he was splitting you in two, but it felt so good at the same time. His sharp teeth grazed your neck, threatening to sink into the flesh with each thrust. You threw a hand over your own mouth to muffle your keens and whines, biting into the flesh as your body started to quiver around him. Cu groaned, his teeth sinking deep into the skin between your shoulder and neck, lapping up the blood as he pulsed inside you.

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Their Favourite Positions

NSFW If you're not old enough to read such content, or uncomfortable with sex and sex positions then this post is not for you. Featuring; The Seven Brothers and the Dateables (except Luke)

Lucifer Lucifer likes you pressed face down into the mattress, ass in the air while he thrusts into you from behind. Each sharp snap of his hips colliding with the tender marks he’s already left on your flesh while you whimper beneath him.

Mammon Mammon likes it best when you ride him. He likes watching the pleasure on your face, with easy access to all of the places that make you feel good. And, if he’s being completely honest with himself, he likes the idea of you using him for your pleasure, getting off on his body.

Leviathan Levi’s favourite is missionary, he likes being as close to you as possible, able to see all the pleasure he’s bringing you and knowing that those expressions are for him alone. That you’re all his while you’re wrapped around him.

Satan Never tell Satan this, but he and Lucifer almost share a favourite position.The difference is where Lucifer will press you down into the mattress, Satan will keep you on hands and knees, or pull your body up so your back is pressed against his chest giving him full access.

Asmodeus Ask Asmo to pick a favourite position and you’ll be there for weeks, he’s the Avatar of Lust after all, a master of all positions. But, if forced, he would either choose you seated in his lap, or the 69. Giving and receiving pleasure, there’s nothing better.

Beelzebub Beel’s real favourite thing is to eat you, he can’t get enough of the taste of you, and if you’re not careful he’ll keep going until you’re a sobbing overstimulated mess. But recently he’s tried fucking you while holding you up and that’s his new favourite, he loves how strong it makes him feel.

Belphegor Belphie is lazy and clingy, and his favourite position reflects that. He likes to spoon you, slowly rocking into you from behind while his body is wrapped around yours. He loves the closeness, and that he gets to draw things out.

Diavolo Diavolo likes you best in a mating press, knees bent almost all the way to your shoulders while he towers over you. He loves watching you whimper and sob because he’s so big and you’re so full, his eyes trained on the bulge in your stomach every time he thrusts into you, you’re so small compared to him.

Barbatos Barbatos likes the feeling of your back pressed against his chest, knees either side of his legs leaving your body open for his skilled hands. Sometimes he likes to take you in front of a mirror, making you watch all of the expressions he can pull out of you.

Solomon Solomon likes it best when your ankles rest on his shoulders, letting him hit all the deepest parts within you while he watches the pleasure contort your face. This position gives him access to your body at the same time, letting him touch you wherever he wants.

Simeon This sweet angel likes the classics, his favourite is missionary. He likes the feeling of your thighs tightening around his hips, and being able to study your face and kiss you while you’re together.

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Hello Beautiful 😍

Hope you are having a lovely monday!!

If possible could you do a Shinsou, with lines 85 and 69 (nice haha)

Thank you!!

<3 I'm so sorry this took me so long!

NSFW under the cut

In hindsight you should have seen it coming. The way his eyes narrowed and the grip on your waist was a little too tight, but you were too busy excitedly babbling away with Denki - catching up after too long not seeing the other man. If Denki noticed the annoyance bubbling up in the other man he didn’t say anything, merely waving you off with a smile when Shinsou pulled you away and towards the exit.

“Aaah!” Your hips bucked up against his hand, a whine bubbling in your throat as he pulled away yet again. “Toshi? Why?” “Hmm, you tell me.” You glared up at him, panting heavily. “If I knew I wouldn’t be - ah! - asking!” He pressed his fingers back into you, clicking his tongue at your mewls and squirming. “Now, no attitude from you. Only good pets get rewards.” “I still don’t und- understand why- oooh - why?” You groaned, bucking up against his hand again as his fingers pressed into a spot that sent lightning through your veins. Shinsou just hummed, continuing to rock his fingers inside you while you gasped and mewled beneath him. Your hands fisted in the sheets, skin burning under his touch as Shinsou trailed his free hand up the inside of your thigh, feeling the muscle tense and jump under his fingers. You shuddered against his touch, keening his name as the tension started to build in your body. Just as he felt you start to tighten around his fingers he pulled away again. You hissed in displeasure, scowling at him as you panted for breath. “Toshi… if you interrupt me one more time - so help me god.” You hissed, pushing up onto wobbly arms. “I don’t even know what I did!” He leaned a little closer, eyes narrowed. “Perhaps you should ask Denki?” You paused, shaking your head. “You’re jealous!” “No.” Huffing slightly you leaned up more, pressing your lips gently against his. “You know you’re the only one I want Toshi.” “Good. ‘Cause I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget that guys name.” You opened your mouth to protest, Denki was his friend and not someone you were interested in, but the dark glint in his eyes shut you up before you could make a sound. Shinsou chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips as he slid inside. Your eyes slid shut, a soft moan escaping your throat at the sensation of being filled. “Hold on tight love.” He chuckled above you, nipping at your ear. “You won’t be walking tomorrow.”

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Indulge Me A Little?

Mouri Motonari x F!reader

Something of a sequel to "And What if I Bite Back?” though you don’t need to read that to understand this, they’re both just excuses for me to write smut about a sexy pirate lord.

Motonari is a bit out of character, it’s hard to write smut for someone who hates touch, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

CW: NSFW (PWP), female reader, mentions of kidnapping, writer getting carried away with pirate talk

“I can’t tell if yer brave or just real stupid Princess.” The chatelaine just shrugs and smiles, biting back a giggle at the mixture of expressions that flickered across his face. It only serves to deepen Motonari’s scowl, people he glares at do not smile in response. They cower in fear and run for their lives. But the Oda princess is a different breed altogether, just as sweet and wicked as she had been the first time he ran into her. “I thought you had some fabrics to show me.” She chuckles, nodding her head towards the cloth behind him. “If ya believe that was my meaning then yer more of a fool than I thought.” The princess merely shakes her head. “Oh no, I know exactly what you meant. But I also know you’ve brought some truly stunning fabrics into Azuchi with you before, indulge me a little?” Her smile is a little softer this time, eyes flickering between his face and the fabrics behind him, though she doesn’t make a move to get any closer until he sighs and nods. “Merda. Go ahead m’lady, but there’s plenty of better things we could be doing.” He grumbled, staring down at her as the Oda princess bent to look at the fabrics. She hummed. “Oh, don’t worry, we have all day to do better things.” “Then perhaps I might have some fabric on m’ship you’d like to see.” At that her head whipped up, narrowing her eyes at his sly grin, one hand reaching towards her obi. Motonari merely scoffed. “Stop it with that that face m’lady. If I wanted to kidnap ya I’d have had you tied up and shoved in the hold a long time ago.” Her eyebrows pulled together at his words, a soft sigh leaving her lips. “Wow, you really know how to inspire trust.” “Don’t need trust to bed you m’lady.” He chuckles. “Ya didn’t trust me last time now did you?” She hums thoughtfully, “I trusted you enough.” “Then yer head must be full of flowers. You remember I’m the Oda’s enemy right m’lady?” “You’d be surprised how many enemies of the Oda I talk to,” she laughed “and it’s not like I have enough brainpower to tell you any secret tactics when we’re together, nor are you particularly threatening the Oda at present. Unless your idea of a threat is outselling the local fabric traders. I don’t see the problem, unless you really do plan on kidnapping me.” “Not when yer guard dogs are expecting you back Princess. More trouble than it’s worth to have that silver kitsune chasing after me.” Motonari scoffed, motioning with his head towards the street. “Now, d’ya want to see these fabrics?” The chatelaine laughed, nodding her head and gesturing towards him. “Lead the way, Captain.” If she saw the subtle shiver that ran through him at that name, she was kind enough not to mention it as Motonari lead her towards the ship he called his own.

The Oda Princess’ arrival on the ship sparked a ripple of excitement among Motonari’s crew, several of the men on deck turning dark smiles towards her. The Princess shifted slightly, letting Motonari’s body sheild most of hers from their hungry eyes. “You finally captured the Devil’s woman Lord Motonari!” “Aye Captain! Want us to tie her up and throw her in the brig for ya?” Motonari bristled, throwing a glare in their direction that would send lesser men running for the hills. “Any part o’you touches her an’ I’ll be removing it from yer body, savvy? The Princess is my guest.” Ripples of dissent ran through the assembled crew, but one sharp look from their Captain was enough to quiet them before his blood red gaze turned back to the woman beside him. “This way m’lady.” “I didn’t know you could cook.” She grinned, pointing at the small kitchen built into the Captain’s quarters. “Any other skills you’d been hiding from me?” Motonari grumbled something that sounded a lot like ‘I ain’t hidin’’ and gestured towards some fabrics in the corner. “Planned t’get something made with ‘em anyway.” The chatelaine grinned, rushing over to inspect the fine western cloth, her eyes alight with happiness. “Oh, these are beautiful! What were you planning to do with them?” “I dunno yet.” Motonari shrugged. “I thought you were some kind of seamstress?” “Would you like me to make you something?” Her eyes, when she turned back to look at him, were so wide and full of hopeful joy Motonari nearly burst into laughter. Instead he managed a stiff nod, and got a bright smile in return. “I’ll make something wonderful.” “Yeah, yeah. You plannin’ to waste all your time looking at pretty fabric?” She hums, staring at the fabric for a few more seconds before her gaze flits back to him, soft smile sharpening into something more wicked. Enchantress might not be too far from the truth, if the way her eyes drew him in was any indication. But she didn’t move towards him, instead fixing him with those sparkling eyes and waiting for him to make the first move. “Ya gonna make me wait all day?” He growled. “You could have just asked. Or made me.” She huffed, pushing back to her feet and taking a few steps towards him. “I aint in the habit of forcing women into anythin’.” She laughs and shakes her head, eyes fixed on the blood red of his. “Oh, you wouldn’t be forcing me into anything. I wouldn’t do anything I wasn’t more than happy to do, you should know that much at least.” What little patience Motonari had left finally snapped. “Will you stop yappin’ and use that pretty mouth of yours for something better already!” With a smile she finally closes the gap between them, leaning forward so her breath brushes over his lips. “That wasn’t so hard now was it?” He didn’t answer, instead grabbing the collar of her kimono and pulling her lips into his. He could feel the way her lips quirked up against his kiss for a few brief seconds before those lips parted to let his tongue brush over hers. His hands left her collar, reaching down to pull her against him, her hips grinding into his as they kissed, his hand gripping the flesh of her ass. She whimpered, fisting one hand in the fabric of his cape as if it were the only thing keeping her standing.

“Where’s that smart tongue o’yours m’lady?” He chuckled, pulling back. “One kiss and all yer fancy words desert ya?” It took a few moments for her eyes to come back into focus, but once they did he saw her brows furrow, the smallest of pouts pulling at her lips. “Well, if you weren’t so skilled with your tongue maybe I’d stand a better chance.” She huffed, before her gaze sharpened, lips pulling into a sly smirk. “But if you really want to see a clever tongue, I’d be more than happy to show you.” "Oh?" His smirk was just the right side of predatory, eyes sparkling and pupils blown. "Well I ain't gonna stop you m'lady." With one last soft press of her lips to his she sunk down to her knees, slowly undoing his trousers. Each motion followed by a pause, time for him to stop her, but his patience was wearing thin and it took little more than a quiet growl to encourage her to hurry up. In the time it has taken her to undo the first two buttons on his trousers, she had them pushed down around his thighs, her hand gently wrapped around his length. Pausing she looked up at him, and despite the position, and all the filthy things he knew she was capable of, from this position she looked all doe-eyed and innocent. It made him want to ruin her. "That all ya got princess?" She didn't rise to his taunting, only smiling for a brief moment before she dipped her head to wrap her lips around him. Her eyes flicked up momentarily, just long enough to catch the brief flicker in his cocky smirk, before she started to bob her head. She revelled in the sharp hiss of breath between his teeth every time he pressed against the back of her throat. The strangled noise he made when she swallowed around him. His hand found its way into her hair, fisting in the strands as he followed the back and forth movement of her head. Just as she was starting to feel him twitching against her tongue his grip tightened, tugging her off him with a lewd pop. “Porra, can’t have the party finishing too early.” He muttered, nodding his head towards the bed. “Unless ya want me to take you on the floor m’lady, I’d get moving.”

The Princess hummed thoughtfully, as if she were truly considering letting him have his way with her there on the floor of his cabin, before slowly rising to her feet and making her way towards the bed. She slipped her kimono off as she walked, exposing the smooth planes of her shoulders and back, finally letting it fall into a pool at her feet beside the bed. She turned back to look at him, settling herself on the side of the bed so she could watch as he undressed. “You’re staring Princess.” “It’s a very nice view.” She hummed, not taking her eyes of him despite the warmth of her cheeks. He snorted and shook his head. “There are much better things we can be doing.” “Hard to do with you all the way over-”  Motonari crossed the room before she could finish, pressing her down into the sheets with the weight of his body. One large hand grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. Her back arched ever so slightly into his touch, hips pressing against his. “I aint going to be gentle with ya m’lady.” He warned, face hovering just above hers. “Not after that little show.” She tilted her head up, leaving the barest brush of her lips against his. “Perhaps I don’t want you to be.” He didn’t speak, instead focusing on pressing himself inside her. Holding still when he felt her tighten around him, his name a soft moan on her lips. He stayed like that for a while, hovering over her and willing his body to calm down, at least until she started to squirm beneath him, rocking her hips up against his in a desperate attempt to chase some friction. With a dry chuckle he started to move, reslishing the way her expression twisted, mouth falling open on a gasp as her hands flexed in his grasp. Straining against him in an unconscious effort to reach out and touch. He could feel the flex of her thighs against his sides, the way her walls pulled him deeper with every stroke.  "Ah, so ya do like it when I'm rough with you m'lady." Motonari smirked, pulling back a little to study her face. The Princess nodded vigorously, eyes so blown and glazed over it was a wonder she even understood him. "Yes. Yes, please! I… I'm so clo- so close. Please don't stop." The words were breathy, slightly slurred with pleasure, but the way she desperately tried to rock her hips against his told him all he needed to know. His hips snapped forwards, free arm pushing one of her legs to the side to let him push deeper. He felt her tensing more under him with each thrust, her breath coming in sharp pants between each moan and scrambled cries of his name. When she finally reached her peak he nearly stopped his movements altogether, sharp eyes drinking in everything about her expression in that moment, memorizing the feel of her walls contracting around him, how her chest looked with her body arched against the sheets, the trembling of her legs around him. He barely managed to pull out in time to spill across her stomach, eyes still fixed on the blissful look on her face when he did.

Some time later, when both of their breathing was even and the princess had cleaned and dressed once more, Motonari shoved the pile of fine fabric into her arms.  “Here y’are m’lady, I’ll expect something good.” He grumbled, trying not to focus on the way her eyes lit up at the fine work all over again.  “Thank you! I promise I’ll make something amazing! Hmm… what’s this?” She adjusted the fabric, gently lifting a small cloth pouch from the top of the pile and holding it up to inspect. “Nothing really, now come on m’lady. I’ll take you back to town before those guard dogs of yers come yappin’ at my heels.” He pushed open the door to his cabin, gesturing for her to start moving. With a sigh the princess re-adjusted the bundle of cloth and made her way out, ignoring the calls of the crew as she made her way back out on deck. One sharp glare from the captain silenced them, the softly murmured thanks from the woman beside him going ignored. He escorted her all the way back into the markets, neither spoke much, but the silence was comfortable. Once they reached the markets she turned and offered him a bow, the formality of the gesture made him snort given she’d been in his bed less than an hour before. Turning his back to her, he threw a casual wave over his shoulder, turning his head slightly to call back to her. “I’ll be back for whatever you make me in a few weeks. I’m expecting something good m’lady.”

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“I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now”

Kuroo x F!reader, NSFW

"...In conclusion, we found this to be an effective modification to the reaction, proving a pseudo-catalytic effect with no adverse effect on yield or harmful byproducts. Thank you for your time, any questions?" Kuroo took a deep breath, running one hand through his hair before looking back over at you. "So, what did you think?" "I have never wanted to fuck you more than I do now." Kuroo flushed, shooting you a glare. "Come on, you promised to help me with this!" "I know! I know. Sorry, but you look so good in a suit, and when you're standing there being all hot and nerdy, how am I supposed to think anything else?" Another glare. "Fiine. The presentation was great, the slides were succinct and easy to follow and your explanations were great. Personally I'd use more images but that's just me. Hmm… you'll probably get some questions on reaction mechanisms, especially if Prof. Ellison is there, but otherwise fantastic." "You really think so?" There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice, eyes flickering between his papers and your face. "I really do. Now, how about a reward?" You purred, gesturing for him to come over. "You're insatiable." Kuroo huffed, making his way towards you and leaning down to press a soft kiss against your lips. "Hmm, can you blame me? Look at you." With a huff of laughter, Kuroo flopped onto the sofa beside you, pulling you over to straddle his lap. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him softly on the lips. You moaned into his mouth as a large hand slid up your thigh and his fingers brushed against the underwear under your oversized shirt.  "You really like this suit huh? Look how wet you are." His fingers slipped past your underwear, rubbing through the slick that had gathered on your folds.  You moaned in response, fingers tightening against his shoulder. "Ah! Yes! You look s-oh hot." Kuroo chuckled, the sound vibrating through your body. "Maybe after the presentation I'll fuck you in the suit?" You whined, grinding back against his fingers as your walls fluttered at the thought. "Please." “You like that idea yeah? I can feel you squeezing my fingers.” He purred, nipping at your ear as his thumb brushed over your clit.  “Tetsu, stop teasing.” You whined. “I need you.” “C’mon then gorgeous, let’s take this to the bedroom.”

[haloshornsinkstains]

Mine [Tomura Shigaraki]

This is a bit different from most of my other writing I think? Read the content warnings. It’s not as fluffy as a lot of my other writing. It was just an idea that wouldn’t go away and I finally got it all written out.

Sorry I haven’t updated much this week, first week back at work has been rough. Always open for requests though, especially headcanons or thirsts/drabbles atm.

CW: Omegaverse (Alpha!Shigaraki, Omega!Reader), female reader, NSFW, dubcon , blood, violence, kidnapping

Distressed omegas were meant to be a cowering, whimpering mess. They were meant to be easy to control, to comply subserviently with an Alpha, or even a Beta, in order to remedy whatever situation had them in such a state. Distressed omegas were most certainly not meant to be snarling, snapping and occasionally sending ripples of electricity and broken earth out at their captors. Which is exactly what you were doing.

 It was supposed to be an easy job, scope the place out, report back on your findings. The place was not, according to all the previous intel, supposed to be a hideout for one of the most notorious villain groups in all Japan. But just your luck, that was exactly what it was. You’d expected to die, honestly, when the small blonde had appeared out of nowhere. Maybe dying would have been the better option, rather than being tied up and surrounded by the League. You weren’t even entirely sure why you weren’t dead, she’d mumbled something about your scent and in a blurry series of events you’d found yourself here, growling at their leader as he crouched before you, easily recognisable with the hand obscuring his face.

 “Can someone tell me why we have a distressed omega in the middle of our floor?” He rasped, taking his eyes away from you for a moment to scan the group. “We caught her sneaking around!” Toga grinned, bouncing on the balls of her feet.  “Right. So why is she here and not, say, dead?” Shigaraki growled, before whipping his head back to you, nose wrinkled. “And will you stop that? You smell terrible.” You merely snarled in response. You knew your distress tinged your natural scent with a sour note that wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t as if you could control the feeling given your current predicament. “Um, boss, we do have her tied up. It’s probably not entirely her fault.” “Spinny is right. She smelled so good before~” Toga beamed. You snorted. “She’s bleeding, of course you thought she smelled good.” “Not like that! The blood smelled good, but she smelled right before she started bleeding. Then she smelled better~”  Tomura sighed, shifting forwards towards you to try and see what the beta girl meant. You shuffled backwards, baring your teeth at him in a snarl, sparks skittering off your skin towards him. Tomura snarled back, sharp canines glinting from between chapped lips in a clear threat. “Stop it! I could just kill you you know?” He glanced over his shoulder, missing the way your body drooped in poorly hidden hurt at his next words. “You just had to bring a broken omega didn’t you brat?”  Broken. You’d heard that before. No one wanted an omega who snarled and snapped back, instead of submitting at the drop of a hat. Omegas were supposed to be subservient. Motherly. They were supposed to have supportive roles. You were none of those, topped with an offensive type quirk, you weren’t what anyone would look for in an omega mate. You were broken, by their standards. “Stop. Calm down.” You reacted immediately to the new Alpha voice, your body relaxing against your own will, every fibre of your being racing to obey the alpha’s command. You turned your head to scowl at the man who’d pulled such a dirty trick, stupid Alpha’s and their stupid ability to make Omega’s obey. A scarred face grinned back at you, Dabi you realised, another strong Alpha - had to be to make you submit like that when you were so riled up. “You could’ve done that too you know creep, threatening her wasn’t going to make her any less distressed.” He huffed. “You’re the worst Alpha I’ve ever met.” Tomura scowled, scratching at his neck. “You must not spend much time with yourself.” Dabi huffed a laugh, leaning against the wall behind you. You could feel his eyes burning into the back of your neck, clearly watching for you to make some move to attack as Tomura shifted closer. His scent was getting stronger, too much so to just account for his proximity. He was trying to calm you, you realised belatedly, a hand twitching near his neck as if he didn’t dare scratch at the damaged glands further. It took a moment for the scent to really hit you, your eyes going wide and panicked as your body reacted, the urge to fling yourself towards him and flee warring between each other and leaving your frozen in place. You shook your head as a needy whine bubbled from your throat unbidden. Tomura fell backwards, brows pinched together in what you thought was a similar kind of distress. In a panic you tried to focus on a different scent, anything to push the scent of dusty rooms and decaying leaves and belonging from your nose. Your head whipped to Dabi behind you, breathing deeply through your nose. He was another Alpha, surely his scent should do something to mask Tomura’s, but the smoke and spice was far too faint to cover whatever the other Alpha had pumped through the room. Noticing your gaze Dabi just offered a lazy shrug, tilting his head slightly with a smug smirk. The burn scars that covered his neck must have messed with his scent glands, which also explained the tang of burnt flesh you got from him. The Betas weren’t doing much either, and everyone smelled faintly of blood, including you. With another needy whine you gave up and focused hard on the floor, trying not to breathe more than strictly necessary. The world around you blurred and faded as you fought every instinct in you screaming to reach out to the Alpha and bare your neck to his teeth. 'Stupid body, stop it. I'm better than this, I've met plenty of strong Alphas before.' 'But none of them smelled like that. Good enough to make you react like this' your traitorous mind whispered back. 'Screw that. I am not my secondary gender. I'm a hero. I don't roll over for anyone, and certainly not an infamous villain. No matter how good he smells…' 'Smells like mate. Your Alpha.' '...mate. No!'. You snarled into the floor, not quite sure when you’d shifted position like this. You vaguely registered the shuffle of feet, Tomura had stood and moved away at some point, and the low rasp of orders. "Spinner, go put her somewhere." "Okay? Uh, where?" "Anywhere but here." A door slammed and you felt yourself being lifted, heated over a shoulder. Spinner you guessed, he smelled weird, even under the blood and soft scent that marks him as part of the pack. His smell was dry, like sand and tanned leather and something reptilliant you couldn't place. He jostled you slightly as he moved down some stairs, making you hiss at him in irritation. He growled back, finally dumping you in a small cellar, your hands still tied.

“What was that all about?” Toga asked, spinning a knife in her hands.  “You can’t guess?” Dabi sighed. “Do you know anything?” Toga just shrugged, humming to herself. “I know how to stab people.” “From the omega’s reaction I’d say she smelled a mate.” Compress sighed. “I’m sure you can piece together who from the reaction.” “Oh. Oh. Maybe that’s why she smelled so nice before.” Dabi shrugged. “What did she smell like before? I only got the sour distressed smell, and… well.” Toga winced, the sour smell had been unpleasant sure, but the strange musk after it hadn’t been so bad. It reminded her of how things smelled after she got to play with blood. “She smelled good, like thunderstorms and old things. A bit like the bar when we first got here, except with more lightning.” “That explains it. Creepy hands McGee is going to be a child about it though.” Dabi hummed.  “You should have more faith in our leader.” Dabi shot Compress a disbelieving look and shook his head. “This is going to be a pain.”

You weren’t sure how long you’d been trapped in their cellar. Two days maybe, if they were bringing you three meals a day, longer if not and well… three meals a day seemed a little too generous for the group of villains. Yet no one had come to find you, probably assumed you were dead you reasoned, but the abandonment stung somewhere deep in your chest. You’d smelled your mate several times since you’d been captured too, lurking outside the door but never coming any further. Each time the battle with your instincts got harder, the omega inside you begging to call out, to crawl to the door and beg for him to come in. Occasionally small whimpers would slip past your lips, ones that you would scold yourself for, but worse was the answering growl that sometimes came from the other side of the door. Low and possessive and filled with a promise of something both dangerous and so, so tempting. Those times it was even harder to stay back, your body trembling from the effort of staying still. You didn’t want him, not logically, he was dangerous and cruel and evil. Everything opposed to what you worked for in life. But your traitorous body smelled a mate, the first one you’d met since high school, and it wanted him so badly it ached. 

Meanwhile Dabi was getting more and more frustrated, nothing was happening with the League while their boss was fixated on their captive, and while he didn’t really care about the League’s goals where they diverged from his own, the inactivity was boring the others and their restlessness was driving him insane. That and the constant growling of the other Alpha made his hackles rise, part of him he thought he’d buried long ago wanting to fight over the omega. It was stupid and he hated it, so it needed to be solved, and he knew just the thing to kick Shigaraki into action.

 You snapped awake from a fitful sleep as you heard the door to the cellar opening. A traitorous part of your mind hoping it would be your mate. Instead the faint smell of burning caught you nose and you huffed, turning away from the other Alpha. You heard a growl from behind you but ignored it, pulling the blanket around you protectively. “Go away.”  There was a rough laugh. “I don’t think so little Omega. All this pining is getting annoying.” You huffed. “There is no pining. But if you’re here to kill me just get it over with, this cellar smells terrible.” “Tempting but no” he grabbed your shoulders, flipping you onto your back in one swift motion “I’ve got a much better plan.” Your body tensed up, preparing to fight whatever this asshole planned to do to you, despite the power-dampening bands they’d locked onto your wrists. You pulled your legs up, closing them tightly, ready to kick him away. But Dabi was deceptively strong, pinning your legs down with one arm as his other grabbed something from his coat pocket, binding it over your nose and mouth. A gag, you thought at first, ready to scream for help that probably wouldn’t come as soon. But then the smell hit you, your eyes going wide and panicked. It was his smell, dusty and decaying and enough to set all of your nerves on fire. You thrashed on the bed, tossing your head around and trying to get it off, get away from the intoxicating scent, but Dabi had a hand pressed hard against your throat. “Behave.” You froze with a whimper that you hated yourself for. “Good Omega. Now, we just need to wait until your heat kicks in and this’ll all be over.” You struggled weakly again, your heat hadn’t been very far off when you first broke in here anyway, the overwhelming scent of Alpha, of Mate, would only bring it on faster. And with Dabi pressing down on your neck you felt you might pass out before you could get the clothing off you. Everything was hazy and the blood was pounding in your ears as the edges of your vision darkened.

 Dabi sighed, climbing off you and sniffing the air. Beneath the sour sting of distress he could smell the sweetness and thick musk that signalled an impending heat. A couple hours and you’d be in full heat he figured, plenty of time to convince the creep to get down here and trap him in here with you. Dabi figured he’d either kill you, fuck you and then kill you or (and it was probably the least likely) actually claim you as a mate and stop this ridiculous moping. Maybe having an omega around the place would be useful, you were supposed to be good at looking after people and all that shit and god knows these idiots need it. Now he just had to convince the creep to actually enter the cellar.

 In the end it was easier than he thought. All he had to do was suggest you were in some kind of danger and some long dormant Alpha instincts seemed to kick in, sending Shigaraki darting into the cellar before his brain could catch up with what he was doing. With a satisfied bark of laughter Dabi slammed the door shut again, banking on the boss’ instincts kicking in before he could think of disintegrate the door with his quirk. Sliding the lock shut he turned to address the door, raising his voice so he could be heard inside. “We’re all sick of your nonsense, so either fuck or kill each other. I don’t care.” You were staring wide eyed at Shigaraki from your makeshift blanket nest, a sheen of sweat making your skin almost glow in the dim light. The room stank with the scent of your heat, sickly sweet and tinged with ozone. For his part Shiagraki had pressed himself back against the door, staring at you as if you were about to pounce on him and eat him alive. Though, in his defence, your instincts were screaming at you to do exactly that. In a way it was almost funny, that something so simple could reduce someone so powerful to panic like this, but you knew how dangerous that could be at the same time, how easily he could kill you. You tried to growl at him, but it came out more like a needy whimper, a ripple of pain running through your body. You knew it was only a matter of time before he lost control, maybe it was better to just get it over with… the way your body was screaming at you was getting harder to ignore too. Before you realised what was happening you had started to crawl towards him, his snarl the only thing that snapped you out of the heat daze and made you stop. “Stay back.” You froze, studying him carefully. He was trembling, a thin sheen of sweat covering his face, his hands frozen into claws on the floor, pinkies raised. So it was getting to him faster than you bargained for. Great.  “I’m trying!” You hissed. “Try harder!” You narrowed your eyes, a snarl escaping your lips. “Screw you.” He answered with a growl, deep and low in his throat, the sound making you whine and press yourself to the floor on instinct, hips raised in the air. In the few seconds it took you to realise what you were doing something in Tomura snapped, the scent of your heat and the submissive mating position sparking every instinct in his body. In a flash you’re trapped beneath him, feeling the solid press of his length against your ass. He’s trembling, barely restrained as he ruts against your clothing. It’s sweet, in a twisted way, that he’s this far gone but still trying to hold on to a thread of control, to wait for your consent. And with him pressed so close, his intoxicating scent filling your nostrils, you know you can’t hold off much longer. Each time you try to say no it comes out as whine, your heat growing stronger with each passing heartbeat. “Please.” It comes out as a whine, but your hips rocking back against his is more than enough to tell him what you want.

 His fingers scrabbled at your pants, careful to keep his pinkie away from the clothes even in this state.  You heard the groan as he saw the mess of slick sticking to your underwear, you could feel it starting to run down your legs, the smell almost overwhelming. You heard more fabric rustle before you felt him pressing against you, felt the quiver in his body as he stilled with his head just pressing at your entrance. You whined, low and needy, bucking your hips back against him again, knees pressed together by your hastily tugged down clothes and chest cold against the floor. Behind you he growls, hips bucking forwards with enough force to almost push you over. His body folded over yours, hands pressed against the floor, away from you. A small thing, but it speaks volumes about his unwillingness to hurt you, that the bond of knowing you’re mates has stuck with him too. It’s the last coherent thought you have before your brain is completely overcome with a haze of lust, devoid of any thoughts except how good his cock feels inside you, hard and heavy rubbing along your inner walls. Your hands scrabble against the floor as he bucks up into you, pressing against a spot on your insides with every thrust that makes you see stars, his breath a series of harsh pants in your ears. There’s no dirty talk, no indication how much he’s enjoying this aside from the occasional ‘fuck’ or low moan. You could feel his knot pressing against your entrance, stretching you a little more with each thrust, brushing against your clit and pushing you closer and closer to your release. You knew anyone who passed would be able to hear your wanton moans and whimpers through the door, too lost in pleasure to control your volume. “Please. Please knot me Alpha, mate.” You whined, rocking back against him. “Need you.” There was a low chuckle from above you, dark and twisted. “Lost all your fight little omega? How pitiful.” You whined, clenching down around him. It was all it took for him to thrust hard once more, his knot pushing past your outer ring and locking itself inside you. The sudden pressure tipped you over the edge, spasming around his dick, barely aware as he made a final few shallow thrusts before groaning and tipping over the edge himself, filling you with his warm come. The pain of his teeth latching onto your neck, the sharpened canines piercing through the bond mark, was enough to bring you out of your daze. “Mine.”  Locked together you could feel his tongue lapping at the wound, cleaning the blood and soothing the sting of the bite. You tried not to struggle, worried the movement would anger him, even as you could hear the mutterings of ‘mine, my omega’ against your skin. With the worst of your heat sated right now you could almost think clearly again, despite the stretch of his knot inside you firing all kinds of signals inside your body. You’d allowed yourself to be claimed by one of the biggest villains in Japan, in a dingy basement against a cold stone floor. He’d bitten you and marked you as his. There was no way they were going to let you out of there now, no matter how much you begged or used your ‘omega charms’ on them. You were trapped. At least the claim would offer you some protection from the others, or so you hoped.

What on earth had you gotten yourself into?

[haloshornsinkstains]

No Longer Lost (2/2)

Vanderwood x Female Reader

CW: smoking, drinking, swearing, mentions of violence, Seven as Ms Vanderwood, smut

The next time he saw her was the RFA halloween party a few months later, a much smaller affair she’d planned as an excuse for them to all meet up, with a few guests close to the members (and maybe a couple slightly stranger ones that Seven had insisted she invite). Seven had pestered him to join a few of the occasional meetups between but he'd excused himself as busy with work. It wasn't always a lie, Seven had ducked out of a couple because of work too, but he really was trying not to get attached. Especially now Seven had made him an honorary RFA member with his own username and a whole host of new ways for the party planner to get under his skin. Jumin had complained, naturally, but MC had shut him down pretty hard and damnit he wasn't allowed to get attached.

Seven drove, under the premise that Vanderwood should be allowed to enjoy himself after Seven had worked so hard to get them a couple of days off. The wink and waggle of his eyebrows suggested drinking wasn't the only kind of enjoying himself he thought Vanderwood should be doing. He was never going to drop this.  They were greeted at the door by the party planner sporting an adorable pair of cat ears and a tail that seemed to move on their own. That was Seven's doing then. "Welcome to the party meow~" Seven actually squealed like a girl, scooping her up into his arms and swinging her around, much in the way he'd seen Jumin describe the younger agents actions with his cat. "Oh god, there's two of them." Vanderwood groaned. Eventually Seven set her down, giving her one last hug before she turned to grin at Vanderwood, eyes skirting over his 'costume' fixing on the glow coming from his chest beneath the shirt. "Don't be so grumpy Mr Stark." She grinned. "It's a party after all." Vanderwood swallowed hard, that name on her lips certainly did something to him. This had been a terrible idea. But her attention turned to Seven and she narrowed her eyes a little. "You're not Miss Potts though." "We're not a couple you know!" ~"I'm Madame Vanderwood of course!" He grinned and curtsied. "I didn't think anyone would guess who Vandy was though, he was planning to say 'secret agent' all night." She grinned back at him. "You wound me with your assumptions of ignorance. The arc reactor gave it away. Besides, ‘Secret Agent’ would be a terrible costume, it's not even a costume!"  Seven laughed. "Zen here yet?" "Yeah, he's avoiding me on account of the costume." She twitches her ears. "Such rudeness." "Sounds like a mission for the Defender of Justice 707! See ya later MC!" "Don't mess with him too much!" She watched him disappear before smiling back up at Vanderwood. "Between you and me, the cat outfit was not my idea. I wanted to be a demon, but I got out voted on account of needing to be approachable. The robotics are pretty neat though." She reached up to stroke one of her ears, feeling it twitch under her hand. "I could get used to these." "You know, you're pretty weird. And possibly evil."  "Ah, but at least you think I'm pretty with the weird." He blushed a little and she laughed. "Go in and grab a drink, the party starts soon and I'll be allowed to leave my post then. No need for you to suffer with me."

By the time he saw her again she already had drinks, two of them. Ominous looking red things she held carefully in each hand as she maneuvered through the crowd towards him. "Would you like one?" MC smiled, offering him a glass. He eyed it suspiciously. "I'm more than happy to have both." She sipped from one glass. "Cherry Mojito, no mint, extra alcohol." There was something about the mischief in her eyes that made him grab the offered drink. She was too much like Seven and the idea of her drunk was a little chilling. Probably hilarious too though, his brain added helpfully as he took a sip. "Good isn't it?" Vanderwood nodded in response. "Made them myself." There was that suspicious look again. She just laughed. "I didn't poison them! Unless you consider a little extra alcohol poison. Promise."  "Technically it could be." But he took another sip, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards.  She giggled, eyes scanning the crowd for familiar faces. She hoped to catch sight of a flash of mint by the mini photo studio they'd set up in the corner, but once again V was conspicuously absent. She did however catch red and silver not too far from them, nearly choking on her drink. "You know, I thought you'd be keeping him out of trouble." She grinned, tipping her head towards where Zen was trying very hard to flirt with 'Madame Vanderwood'. "I'm not his babysitter!"  "You kinda are." She laughed and he fought the impulse to grab his taser, she really was way too much like the younger agent for her own good. "Guess I should go save Romeo before he embarrasses himself. Be right back." She set her drink down, slipping expertly through the crowd and under Zen's arm with a grin. "Meow." Zen jumped and frowned at her. "Why?" "I came to save you from yourself." She smiled, patting his face gently. "What?" "You remember Vanderwood from the last party right?" Zen nodded. "And you remember he looks nothing like Seven right?" Another nod. "And we all know Seven can pull off a truly stunning woman with a penchant for practical jokes?" "Yeah but… oh! Oh god! Seven! MC!" She winced. "I may have mentioned you were avoiding me..." "This is payback? You're a terrible person." "I didn't tell him to come flirt with you in my defense. And honestly you should have recognised him!" "How am I meant to recognise him when he looks like that?!" Zen gestured wildly at Seven, who just curtsied and fluttered his eyelashes in response. "God! You…" MC frowned, shifting subtly to create a barrier between the two. "Seven, love, don't make me bite you." "You'd have to catch me first. Seven Zero Seven out!" MC rolled her eyes, patting Zen gently on the chest as she watched the redhead spring away through the crowd. "Sometimes I regret all of my life choices." She sighed, shaking her head. "Oh honey~" Zen kissed the top of her head "no you don't." Her eyes found the secret agent watching them with a scowl and she smiled. "No, I guess I don't."

Later, when their drinks were gone and the initial greetings were all done, MC and Vanderwood made their way outside for fresh air (and maybe a much needed cigarette on Vanderwood's part). She leant back against the building, quietly watching the stars until he'd finished. "If I tried to kiss you now… would you tase me?"  Vanderwood nearly choked. "Huh?" "Such eloquence." She pushed herself off the wall, turning to look at him properly. "I… I just want to kiss you. But I very much don't want to find out what the business end of a taser feels like. I know you're very fond of that thing." He frowned. "Are you drunk?" "You've been with me all night, we had two drinks, I'm not that much of a lightweight!" She huffed, folding her arms across her chest. “Besides, I wanted to kiss you before I had a drink.” "Why?" "I like you? You can say no, I'll only be mildly offended." "Agents can't…" "Yeah. No. That agency bullcrap won’t fly with me. Didn’t work when Seven tried to stop being friends with me and it sure as hell isn’t going to work now. If you don’t want me, just tell me straight, that I am fine with. I was only joking about the offense thing..."  She’s staring up at him, so fierce and yet somehow so open. And he knows, he knows if he says he doesn’t want her she’ll back down in an instant. So he steps forward, staring down at her and willing himself to say it. To try and convince his heart that he isn't falling for this small fearless woman with her sharp tongue and sunshine smile. To tell himself that she hasn't already infiltrated all his defenses and built a place for herself in his mind. He opens his mouth, willing the words to come out, but they die in his throat at the determination in her eyes. "You're worse than he is." He grumbles eventually, pulling her close and pressing his lips fiercely against hers. There's nothing gentle in their kiss, it's all built up need and barely contained anger on his side at being so weak to her. For putting her in danger like this. He's on the edge of a spiral, his mind flashing through all the terrible things that could happen to her now, all because he couldn't keep his damn hormones under control. But the bite of her nails into his shoulders pulls him back to the present, to the feel of her lips and tongue against his. In that moment neither noticed the subtle shift of the CCTV camera focusing in on them.  They do notice Seven bursting out of the door a few moments later with a triumphant cry of 'I knew it! Zen, you owe me chips!'.  "I'm going to kill him." MC laughed, catching Vanderwood's arm in hers before he could race after the quickly retreating redhead. She leant up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Not at the party." She hummed, shaking her head as she pulled him back inside. “I’ll keep you busy if I have to.”

The party is, of course, a success. Somehow she manages to keep a close eye on him without suffocating him which is a skill she really should teach Seven. Every time the hacker shows his face he makes some sly comment about them kissing before disappearing into the crowd, and really Vanderwood should have brought more weapons with him.  “We aren’t inviting any more mummies… no Seven, I don’t care how cool she was.” MC sighs as she helps tidy the space after their guests have left, Seven is pouting and giving her his best sad puppy impression. “Maybe next Halloween.” He lights up at that, ignoring Vanderwood’s irritated groan. MC elbows him gently, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips as she glances around the rest of the assembled RFA members. “I think we’re getting good at this.” She grinned, stretching in her seat. “Thank you for everything again guys, you’re the best people I know.” “Rika would be so proud.” Yoosung is grinning, swaying a little in his seat as tears start to gather in the corners of his eyes. Her face twitches a little at the remark, but she smiles softly back at him, making a mental note that Zen is not allowed to feed him beers any more. “I think Mr Han and I should get going.” “Ah yes, Elizabeth the Third must be missing me terribly. You really should let me bring her next time MC.” “No!” MC looks between Zen and Jumin and shakes her head. “Sorry Jumin. Though, if you’re willing to let Seven take care of her at the next party I’ll consider it.” “Yes! Elly!” Seven grins.  “That furball is not-” “I’m not letting that cat abuser touch-” MC just laughs. “Guess that means it’s time to leave. Someone make sure Yoosung gets his drunk ass back home safely?” “I’m not drunk!” He protests, though the wobble as he stands kind of ruins the effect. As they walk out together, chatting happily between themselves, Vanderwood is too distracted by MC beside him to realise Seven is planning to ditch him until it’s too late. Reaching for a gun that isn’t there as he watches the flash car speed away with the blonde kid in the passenger seat. “Were you going to try and shoot him?” Vanderwood shrugs. “Just the tyres?” MC just stares, it’s a little unnerving. Eventually she tips her head towards a waiting taxi. “I’m back in my place so I have a spare room if you want it. I promise I won’t do anything untoward that might harm your delicate sensibilities.” He shouldn’t, but the offer is far far too tempting when there’s that small smile on her lips that promises far more than a look has any right to. 

Her apartment is cosy, but thankfully bigger than the place he had watched through Seven's CCTV feed. The spare bedroom meant at least he wouldn't need to sleep on the couch. Following her into the living area his eyes scan the room in almost a reflex action, three doors plus the one they came in through, one escape route, the kitchen is attached to the living space, they're on the second floor so windows are an option albeit not a thrilling one. His brain catalogues all the information as if it were a mission before her soft voice brings him back to reality. "Sorry, it’s probably not as nice as staying with Seven but this is my place I guess?" He chuckles and shakes his head. "You've not asked me to tidy up, this is much better than staying with the idiot already." Her laughter is light and he can picture the smile even while his eyes trail over the walls. There are a lot of photos with faces he recognises from the RFA, a few he doesn't, but none that look like family. Maybe that's something he should look up later… "Having fun there?" She's sidled up beside him, her hand gentle on his arm. "Bathroom is there if you want to freshen up, that door is for the spare room, I'm going to change out of this and I'll be right back, feel free to make yourself at home," she pauses at the door to her room for a moment and nods towards the window "you can smoke on the balcony if you like, just not in the apartment." Then she's gone, he can hear her moving around behind the closed door and tries very hard not to picture what she's doing in there. There's a muffled thump and some quiet swearing that breaks him out of those thoughts with a quiet laugh. "You okay in there?" "Quit laughing! When was the last time you tried to get out of a catsuit?" Oh, so she heard him laugh. Oops. "That's more Seven's thing." He hears the door open and he thinks his heart stopped. She's never looked so relaxed before, even in the selfies she occasionally sends to the chatroom, and it looks sexy as hell. Vanderwood finds himself shifting slightly on the couch as she comes over to sit beside him, crossing one of his legs over the other to try and hide the effect she's having on him while he tries not to stare at the bare legs now exposed by the oversized shirt she wears. "You okay there?" She turns slightly, head tilted as she watches him, cheeks colouring ever so slightly. "Sorry, I think all my host abilities wear off when I get home. Do you want anything?" You. He bites back the words, the threat of the agency looming in his mind. But she's still watching him carefully, a soft smile on her lips, and he feels his guards start to slip. "Vanderwood? Are you-" It's the tenderness in her voice, of all things, that breaks his resolve. One moment she's talking, the next her words are being stolen by his lips. She melts into him, hands gripping at his shoulders. When they finally break apart she's panting, but she's grinning at him. "Maybe I should have made you promise not to do anything untoward." "I can stop?" "No!" Gods help him she sounds almost offended by the suggestion, her eyes going wide and heat flaring in her cheeks almost as soon as the word comes out. "Please don't stop." He grins, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he looks down at her. She sighs out a breath and smiles softly up at him, arching up to press another kiss to his lips. She’s met with a low growl as he tugs on her leg, pulling her prone under him. “Last chance. If you don’t tell me to stop now I’m not sure I’ll be able to.” She pulls him down for another kiss in answer. “I don’t want you to stop.” With a considered look at her he scoops her up in his arms, carrying her towards her bedroom. She frowns a little at the sudden movement, confused.  “Wouldn’t want to ruin your nice couch.”

Her room is both nothing like he expected and almost exactly what he should have expected. He can see the faint glow of stars on her ceiling and in a moment of panic he tugs at her hair, she moans (which is nice), but she throws him a suspicious look. "Just checking you're not that idiot in disguise." He shoots a pointed look at her ceiling. "Do this with Seven often do you?" With a grunt he tosses her on the bed, though she lands more gently than she expects, propping herself up on her elbows as she watches him scan the walls. His eyes linger on the bookcase for a few moments, picking out the half hidden graduation photos. "Done with your investigation yet Mr Stark?" That snaps his attention back to her, swallowing hard at the name as he takes her in, sprawled on the bed with her legs parted just slightly enough to be enticing. With a feral grin he shucks off his jacket, slowly unbuttoning his shirt without ever letting his eyes leave hers. He can see her breathing speed up, cheeks flushed and pupils blown as she watches him strip. She goes to peel off her teeshirt but he shakes his head. "I think that's the gentleman's job." She nods, dropping her hands and watching him. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as her eyes trace over planes of muscle, following scars as they lace over his skin. When her gaze finally drifts back to his face she finds a cocky smirk, and lust blown eyes. His movements as he finally heads towards the bed are predatory and downright sinful. Calloused fingers trace up her legs, slowly mapping every inch of skin from ankle to thigh. He edged the hem of the shirt up to her hips, rubbing small circles in the softness of her inner thighs. Her quiet panting moans were beautiful, he could almost see how wet she was for him already, and it was all he could do not to tear the lace of her underwear apart and dive in. His fingers found the shirt again, tugging it up and over her head in one practiced movement. She grabbed him before he could move away, tangling a hand in his hair and crushing her lips against his. “If you don’t touch me soon I’m going to scream.” She murmured, fingers curling in his hair. “You’ll be screaming either way.” The look she gives him then is somewhere between exasperated and pleading, releasing his hair as he moves down between her legs. As much as he wants nothing more than to bury himself inside her he wants to treat her right. For the first time in years he finds himself caring more about his partner’s pleasure than his own. Skilled fingers pull away her underwear, purple leopard print he notes (for him) and he dives between her legs like a starving man, pinning her hips with one arm as she bucks against his face. He could do this for hours, Vanderwood thinks, if she'll just keep making those delicious sounds. But she's too worked up and he orgasm comes too soon. She's still somewhere in the fog of her high when she hears the rustling of clothes and the crinkle of foil. For one panicked second she thinks he's leaving, but then his weight is on top of her, his eyes burning into hers. He pauses, the question on his lips, but she just pulls him down into a kiss, hooking one leg over his hips and trying to pull him down. "I'm not going to break." She breathes. "I need you inside me, please god." He wants to come up with a witty line to respond, but her body so close to his and the promise of sheathing himself deep inside her tight heat is too much for him to even think. A low growl rumbles through his throat as he pushes himself inside her, hearing the drawn out moan and feeling her back arch as he bottoms out inside her. It’s a rush of near-overstimulation, her walls tight and hot around him, the way her nails dig into his shoulders and her legs press against his ass, the soft moans in his ear. It’s all so much more than any sex he’s had in a long time and he would do anything to preserve this moment. She rocked her hips against him, a sign he’d been still too long, and the motion snapped something inside him, his movements rough and sharp. She keened under him, clutching at him like he was her lifeline, mouth full of gasps and lewd praise. He felt her tense, clamping down around him as she cried out his name. It was the name that pulled him over the edge, burying himself so deep inside her and holding her so close that he wasn’t sure where he ended and she began.

When he rolled away from her, pulling off the condom and throwing it into the bin across the room, she reached up to brush her hair away from her face.  “Wow.” Her lips were turned up in a smile. “Now I know what people mean when they say they’ll be walking funny for a week.” He chuckled, tugging her against his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m not apologising.” “Gods no, please don’t.” She nuzzled into his chest with a pleased hum. “Never guessed you’d be a cuddler.” Vanderwood makes a non-committal grunt in answer. Truthfully he never guessed he’d be a cuddler either, usually he was out of the door by now. Not that he did this often, but it was an urge he’d never quite managed to turn off, despite the agency’s best attempts. This was different though, he wanted this for more than just simple relief. It was wonderful and it terrified him.  MC hummed. “Will you be here in the morning?” Her voice was soft, a little wobbly with worry. “You making breakfast?” He tightened his grip just a little. “Who knows?”  “Guess I better stay to find out.” He chuckled.

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Bokuto size kink snip I meant to post yesterday.

CW: NSFW, size kink, pet names

In Bokuto's eyes you are always gorgeous. But he thinks this might be his favourite look on you. Your eyes rolled back, lips slightly parted from your quiet whimpers and your fingers clawing into the sheets while he hovers over you. The faces you make while you're struggling to take him as he pushes his length into you slowly, inch by inch, are exquisite.

"So big. Too much." You whimper, even as your hips rock unconsciously towards him.

"You can take it baby owl, we both know you can. Just a little more. Be good for me okay?"

You nod, a little teary eyed as he works those last couple of inches inside you. The sight is almost enough to make him come, your tight little hole stretched around his cock. 

"So perfect. So good to me baby." He hummed, peppering your face with kisses as he waited for you to signal him to move.

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Cabin in the Snow [Vanderwood]

Vanderwood x reader.  CW: drinking, gets a bit steamy (no actual smut, sorry), two dumbasses in a cabin

“Oh? So you’re saying you can’t see any way in which two attractive people cuddling under a blanket could be even slightly romantic?”  

Normally cuddles by the fireside would be something romantic. Something out of a scene in some cheesy romance novel, accompanied by mulled cider and sweet kisses, maybe some other romantic cliches. Like the snow that was softly drifting past the window. But in those scenes the room wasn’t otherwise absolutely frigid, and the people in question weren’t usually lost in the mountains, snowed in and utterly unprepared for the scenario they’d found themselves in. Or maybe they were, you weren’t really up to date with trends in romantic literature, but either way the reality of this particular situation was way less sexy than popular tropes would have you believe. The cabin was freezing, the fire and the single blanket from the bed the only sources of warmth, and you didn’t have any warming drinks in your hands. Unless you counted the bottle of scotch you’d found while rooting for the cupboards for food, which you refused to do even if the burn of the alcohol was warming your cheeks a little. You huffed, leaning back a little to peer into the hallway where your partner was pacing with a phone to his ear, straining to make out what he was saying. “What do you mean you can’t get here until tomorrow?... Yes I have noticed all of the snow, that’s why we’re stuck here!... Romantic?!... Just hurry up, you’ve got the location.” The frustrated groan and thud of skin meeting wood signalled the call was over and you quickly snapped back to a sitting position, hoping he hadn’t noticed as heavy footsteps thudded towards you. “I know you were listening.” You scrunched up your face in irritation, tiling your head back to glance up at him as you lifted the bottle. “Scotch?” “You know alcohol isn’t actually any good for you in cold weather?” He took the bottle anyway, sniffing it suspiciously before taking a sip. You shrugged, taking the bottle back. “Well, aside from melted snow and one suspicious looking tin that’s all we have.” You tilted your head towards the kitchen and all the empty cupboards. “Might as well make the most of it if we’re going to be stuck here.” Your partner sighed, tugging on the blanket. “Learn to share.” You rolled your eyes, holding it open. “You’re the one that wandered off to call Seven, while I was trying not to freeze to death Vandy, it’s all your own fault.” He grumbled something you didn’t quite catch, pressing his body against yours and pulling the blanket around the two of you. “That’s a dumbass nickname.” You laughed, shaking your head and leaning back into the warmth of his body. “You do realise you’re basically saying your name is dumb?” “I still have my taser on me you know.” He grumbled, snatching the bottle out of your hand and lifting it to his lips. “What did Seven say anyway?” You hummed, pulling the blanket up around your chin. “I thought you were listening?” Vanderwood asked, peering down at you suspiciously as you shrugged. “He won’t be able to get here until tomorrow.” “And?” You pressed, barely suppressing the smirk playing around the corners of your mouth. “And nothing.” You grinned, leaning your weight against him just a little more and tugging the bottle back from his hands. “So I just imagined you saying something about romance?” “You cannot be serious.” You drank from the bottle, eyes focused on the fire as you shrugged. “I don’t know, two people snowed in, having to huddle together for warmth… pretty sure I’ve read more than one story where that’s half the plotline.” “You’re actually delusional. Being stuck in the middle of nowhere trying not to freeze to death isn’t romantic, it’s a pain in the ass.” You tipped your head back slightly, resting it against his shoulder as you studied the light pink dusting his cheeks. “Oh? So you’re saying you can’t see any way in which two attractive people cuddling under a blanket could be even slightly romantic?” The flush on his cheeks darkened, his head snapping down to stare at you. “Attractive...?”  “Very.” “Oh.”

The two of you lapsed into silence again, you leaning against him as you waited for him to process what you were saying. You knew from experience that Vanderwood wasn’t the best with compliments, he froze up and took a while to process it as if it was a completely alien experience to him (a travesty as far as you were concerned, though the shade of pink that dusted his cheekbones was far too pretty to pass up). Eventually you felt his body relax a little, shifting to pull the blanket a little tighter around you both, pressing you closer together. You hummed happily, tilting your head back again to watch his face, his lips pulled into a thin line and a furrow between his eyebrows. He was thinking; about you if the way his eyes flicked between your face and the fire was any indication. Thinking was better than outright denial at least, and as much as you wanted to make the decision for him, to turn in the blanket and press your lips to his, breaking the balance now was too much of a risk to take. The cogs were turning in his brain, weighing out the pros and the cons, you just had to hope his decision would fall in your favour. “We aren’t supposed to have attachments. It’s dangerous.” “I know.” You sighed, pulling your gaze away from his face and back to the fire. “But it’s a little late for that.” “You-” “Yes.” “Oh.” Feeling awkwardness wash over you like a wave you shifted, moving to pull away, only to find a strong arm wrap around your waist and pull you tighter against his body. You froze, not daring to look back his way, afraid you were getting your hopes up for nothing. But then long fingers caught your chin, turning you to face him as soft lips pressed against your own. Your heart stopped for a moment, shock and elation running through every fibre of your body, until his tongue gently ran along the seam of your lips and you let instinct take over. You twisted, wrapping your arms around his neck to tangle your fingers in his hair. Not wanting to pull away and break the spell even when your lungs burned for air.  Eventually Vanderwood pulled back, breathing heavily as he pressed his forehead against yours. “This is a terrible idea. We’re agents, we’re not supposed to do things like this.” He sighed. “But, I guess, if I’m going to do something stupid I’d rather it be you.” “Calling me stupid now Vandy?” You grinned, pressing another light kiss to his lips.  “I regret this already.” You laughed, shifting to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands gently stroked your lower back, slipping beneath your top to rub circles against your skin. You arched your body into his with a low moan as his touch dipped lower, running along the waistband of your pants. Your fingers tugged gently at his hair, dipping your head to mouth kisses along his jaw and down his neck. You could feel his grip tighten on your hips as you found a particularly sensitive spot below his ear, his breath catching in his throat as you rocked your hips against his in response. The motion sparked something in him, you felt the muscles in his thighs tense just moments before he tipped you on your back, pinning you to the floor beneath him with a smirk. You returned his heated gaze, biting your lip and letting your eyes run down the shape of his body. The flush on his cheeks was nothing compared to the fire in his eyes now as he dipped down to kiss you again, resting his weight on one arm while the other trailed down your body, sliding down your side and up your thigh. You arched into his touch, hooking a leg over his hips as you sought the friction you’d lost with the change in position. “Stop teasing.” Vanderwood hummed in response, pressing his hips into yours to pin you down. “Just warming you up.”

The next day, when Seven finally managed to get out there to rescue you, he entered the cabin to find two sleeping agents tangled up in each other by the embers of a dying fire.  “Come on sleeping beauties! Your hero, God Seven, has arrived!”  You groaned, cracking open one eye to look at him before propping yourself up on your elbows and nudging Vanderwood with your foot. “Vanderwood, we’ve been rescued.” You hummed, stretching and running your hands through the knotty mess of your hair. You felt the body beside you shift, coupled with a grumbled “I’m awake”, and if you haven’t had company the rasp of his sleepy morning voice would have been enough to have you pounce on him then and there. Somewhere near the doorway you heard Seven stifle a laugh under a fake cough and you turned your head to raise one eyebrow at him. “Looks like I should have taken longer getting here.” He grinned, nodding towards your neck. “See Madame, I told you it was romantic!” You grimaced, pressing a hand against the tender spot between the junction of your neck and shoulder. “For that, I’m driving.” Vanderwood snarled, pushing himself upright and pulling you to your feet. Seven wasn’t going to let either of you live this down for months.

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Kinktober? (Semi)Public Sex [Kuroo]

Not sure I ever posted this here, sorry if I did. Brain mush right now. But I am trying to continue with the Kinktober stuff as and when I can, and hopefully I’ll get around to writing some headcanons and fun seasonal stuff soon too. Suggestions are always welcome. :)

CW: Female Reader, semi-public sex, some terrible chemistry puns, alcohol

“What is that cat doing?” Suga glanced up from his drink, following Daichi’s glare across the bar. Where you’d been dancing on your own earlier, the former Nekoma Captain was now pressed against your back, smirking. He turned back to Daichi and sighed. “I thought Kenma was supposed to be watching him!” Daichi growled. “I think Kenma is a bit busy right now.” Suga gestured to a far booth and familiar head of orange hair huddled against the gamer. “You worry too much Daichi, she can handle herself.” Daichi frowned and shook his head. “I’m not-” “I’ve been out drinking with her before, believe me, she can. If she didn’t want Kuroo there he wouldn’t be, and… I know you might disagree but he’s a decent guy really.” He leant his head against the others shoulder. “There’s always someone there to help her if she needs it. Half the guys in this room act like her older brothers, she’ll be fine . Now, as sexy as the protective big brother thing is, stop moping and enjoy your night off with me.” “I can’t believe you took her out drinking.” “She’s 23. Now shut up and kiss me you idiot.”

Across the bar, blissfully unaware of the conversation happening about you, you found yourself grinding back into a solid body. Glancing over your shoulder you raised a questioning eyebrow at the man, he merely smirked in response though he did step away a little until you grinned at him. “Aw c’mon, I haven’t even tried to scare you off yet.” You laughed. The man smiled and moved closer again, large hands coming to rest on your hips. “You’re planning to scare me off?” You shrugged. “Not yet, we’ll see.” “Can I at least get a name before you chase me away?” His deep voice was right in your ear and something about it sent a shiver up your spine, you ground your ass back against him in retaliation. You were going to tell him, really you were, but a guy sidled up to the pair of you and eyed the man you were dancing with. “Hey baby, I can show you a much better time than this-” You felt the man behind you tense, ready to interject, but you shook your head giving the stranger a smile that terrifyingly reminded Kuroo of Suga in full mom-mode back in the day. The stranger actually flinched. “I’m having a good time here thanks.” And how one person could sound so sweet and so terrifying at the same time Kuroo would never know, but the guy was gone and honestly he was beyond impressed. “That was… something.” He practically purred into your ear. You shrugged. “I had a good teacher. And I really am having a good time.” “Oho?” “Mhm. Haven’t even tried to scare you off with a terrible chat up line yet.” He chuckled behind you, “they can’t be that bad.” The song changed and you used it as an excuse to turn to face him, your arms resting around his neck as you studied his face properly. He really was handsome, the kind of good looking that even made his bedhead hairstyle look sexy. You could only blame the alcohol and his good looks for muddling your brain and making the next words to come out of your mouth seem like a great idea. “Are you Francium? Because you’re really attractive.” Ooops. Well, it was nice while it lasted. Kuroo blinked a few times, before his face split into a wide grin and a terrible hyena laugh burst from his lips. Once the laughing had subsided, and you were so thankful for the coloured lights hiding your blushing face, you realised he was still holding you. And still smiling. “That was amazing.” He chuckled. “Know any more?” Fuck. He was hot and liked awful science puns? Well that decided it. You grabbed his hand, tugging him away from the dancefloor and towards the back of the club.

You pushed him inside the bathroom stall, locking the door behind you and turning to him. “A bar toilet, really?" You shrugged. “There’s the grimy alley if you prefer? Or you can leave I guess, but well…” You gestured vaguely towards the obvious bulge in his jeans. “I got the feeling you might-” He was kissing you before you finished, strong hands lifting you almost effortlessly up onto the sink so he was pressed between your legs. “Fuck you’re hot.” You smiled. “I think that’s my line.” His lips were back on yours in an instant, one hand tangled in your hair while the other pushed your skirt up around your hips. You moaned into his mouth as his thumb rubbed across your underwear, pressing into the dampness that had already accumulated there. “Ah, fuck, we don’t have-” He groaned in response, pushing your underwear aside and pressing two fingers into your wet heat with ease. That pulled a low moan from his throat, as you gasped and bucked your hips against his hand. From the other side of the door you could hear the voices of the other people in the bar, friends and former teammates easy to pick out over the low hum of noise. You whine, fisting your hands in the front of his shirt. “You don’t have time to tease me. Please, I want you.” He huffs, but any real irritation is clouded by lust as he fishes a condom out of his pocket (you would question it, because really what? But you’re far too focused on releasing him from his jeans). You bite your lip hard to hold back the moan when you finally release his cock, long and thick and curved so perfectly you think you lose the ability to think straight just looking at it. You can practically feel his smirk, and glance up to see him biting back some sort of sarcastic remark. Just to spite him you snatch the condom wrapper from his hands, rolling it onto him yourself and slowly sliding your hand along his now covered erection. The groan that leaves him is pure sin and you can’t help but wrap your legs around his hips, urging him closer. He complies, eyes squeezed shut as he slides into you. You understand the feeling completely, biting down hard on your lip to stop you crying out from just how perfect he feels inside you, the slight burn of the stretch only adding to the sensation. “Move. God, please move.” You urge, rocking your hips against him. Move he does, your head thudding back against the mirror as he starts to thrust, breathing ragged already. He leans forward, bracing himself against the wall with his arms caging you in as he sets a punishing pace, his lips finding yours in an attempt to stifle his moans. “You feel so fucking perfect.” You whine at the praise, arching into him already embarrassingly close, but he doesn’t stop the words tumbling from his mouth. “I wish we had more time, I want to feel you come on my tongue. Want to treat you right. Fuck you feel so good.” It’s so perfect and so intense and you’re so close already. It feels like he is too, the way his body is trembling around you, brow furrowed and bottom lip caught between his teeth. Somewhere on the other side of the door you can hear someone hammering and shouting at you to hurry up and get out of there, if you weren’t so close to finishing you’d probably want to punch them. But Kuroo shifts slightly, thumb swiping over your clit in small circles and that is more than distracting enough, even as his movements become jerky and then still. He keeps going until you follow him into your own orgasm, his lips swallowing the loud moan that bubbles up in your throat.  You stay like that for a few moments, lips moving against each other as you both come down from your respective highs. It’s over too soon, him pulling out of you, disposing of the used condom and gingerly tucking himself back into his pants. You sigh, leaning forwards and swiping his phone to enter your number. “In case you want to do that again as much as I do Kuroo-san.” You grin, hopping down from the sink on wobbly legs and returning to the party.

Kuroo sighs, pocketing the phone again and making his way back over to his former teammates. Yaku narrows his eyes when he approached, frowning. “Kuroo. Please tell me you didn’t have sex with Sawamura-san’s little sister.” Kuroo blinks, suddenly realising you seemed to know his name when he never gave it out, that would also explain the glare he felt burning into his back while he was dancing with you. After a few seconds he grins, glancing over to see you whirling a drunk Nishinoya around the dance floor. “That sounds like my cue to leave.”

[from: Unknown Number] Are you a carbon isotope? Because I want to date you.

[from: you] Kuroo? Marry me.

[from: Unknown Number] The one and only. I think your brother would kill me. Rude not letting me know, fyi.

[from: you] Sorry! I was trying to not scare you away. Coffee tomorrow?

[from: Kuroo] It’s a date.

[haloshornsinkstains]

Dating Dabi Headcanons

Have some headcanons, I’m working on an SMAU idea that will be up tomorrow (mostly just need a name). CW: NSFW below cut, kink talk (marking), possessiveness

You two get together after you have been working with the League for a while, he admires your strength but also the way you’re working towards your own goals the same as him. You work well together from the start, but it takes him some time to trust you enough to want to date you.

At first not a whole lot changes, you’re still partners on most jobs and your daily banter is still the same. He just sits next to you more often, arm pressed against yours on the small couch you’d “acquired” for HQ.

That is until Himiko says something just a little too provocative, something about how delicious you’d look covered in blood, and his possessive streak kicks in. He presses in behind you, arms around your stomach while he glares at Himiko from over your shoulder.

From then on he decides to make it obvious that you’re his and no one else's. When he’s with you he’s always touching you, an arm around your waist or your shoulders to ward others away from you. He leaves dark hickies on your neck and gets huffy if you try to cover them.

Dabi isn’t great at open affection, his kisses are more passionate than sweet (and in public usually delivered to make a point), but he does little things to show you how much he cares.

He always keeps an eye on you on missions together, despite the fact he knows you’re more than capable, and when you return to the base he always grabs you a drink and food before getting anything for himself.

You don’t argue much, but when you do it’s much less violent than everyone expects. He’s trying very hard not to be like the man who raised him, and he tries to keep his temper in check. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t slip sometimes, when harsh words are exchanged there are times his fire flares to life, but seeing the sudden flash of fear in your eyes always brings him back to earth. You are the one person he doesn’t want to be afraid of him. 

NSFW

I know he seems like he gives zero fucks, but he’s pretty high libido under all that. Especially after he’s been working - the adrenaline just gets him going you know.

Kinks wise, I hope you’re kinky because he is. He likes to be in control, having you cuffed and at his mercy while he edges you until tears are streaming down your face and you’re begging for him. There’s no high quite like it.

He really really likes to leave marks. I already mentioned the hickies, but really he likes to leave marks all over you. He wants himself imprinted on your body so no one can ever question who you’re with.

Aftercare isn’t his strong suit, but he will do what you need if you tell him. Soothing any marks left by restraints and wiping away any tears. Post-sex is the best time to get him to cuddle too.