#hit close to home in a couple parts not gonna lie

[psygull]

First Snow (2006)

"Hey, they say it's gonna fuckin' snow down here this year, can you believe that?"

[randomprose]

“Tian, come on. You’ve been in your office the whole day.” Guan Shan appears by the doorway with a frown on his face. “I’m leaving for work and you’re still cooped up in here.”

“Cheng wants these documents tonight. I need to finish this.” He Tian runs his fingers through his temple, massaging the pain that’s been pulsating in his head for the past couple of hours. “Don’t worry about me, alright? Take care and drive safe. I’ll probably still be here when you get back,” he mumbles the last part.

“At least turn on the lights here. You’re gonna wreck your eyes working in the dark.”

“Don’t. It’s fine. I work better in the dark.”

“You’re having a headache because you’ve been staring in the screen the whole day in the dark. Why are you—”

“I said I’m fine!” He Tian shouts, head whirling to glare at Guan Shan poised to switch on the lights. The pain has now traveled to the back of his eyes. “Jesus, Guan Shan. I’ll finish sooner if you stop bugging me. Go to work already and leave me to finish mine peace.”

Guan Shan doesn’t say anything but He Tian does catch him working his jaw and the tick of his eyebrow. Telltale signs that he’s pissed. He hears more than sees him leave and on any other time, He Tian would follow him with apologies already falling out of his lips. But this is an important assignment and the sooner he finish it, the sooner he can make up to Guan Shan for being an asshole. He knows he’s only looking out for him and He Tian already feels like a massive cunt for throwing that on his face considering how rare he shows worry.

He Tian waits for the sound of the front door slamming but it never comes. Instead, Guan Shan comes back to He Tian’s office and enters it instead of just lingering in the doorway like earlier. 

“Get up,” Guan Shan says, tone harsh. “Get the fuck up.”

He Tian turns to look at him, half sorry but still pissed at being interrupted. He glares, dark eyes hard like granite as he growls, “Mo Guan Shan, I swear to god— 

“I said get the fuck up.” 

Tonight, Guan Shan has decided he will be the one doing the coaxing. 

Guan Shan hauls He Tian up by the arms and he only has time to suck in a sudden breath before next thing he knows he’s being dragged across the hallway and into the living room.

“Momo, I—”

“Shut up,” he snaps and something in his eyes flashes that makes He Tian do just that. He Tian watches as he sits on the corner of the couch, legs crossed, and fluffs one of the throw cushions. Guan Shan places it on his lap and pats it. “Sit.”

He Tian sighs. “Momo, I really don’t think—”

“Will you just do as I say?”

He Tian does and obediently obeys when Guan Shan motions for him to lie his head on his lap. 

Guan Shan successfully drags He Tian on their couch, comfortable now after years of use, easily giving and molding into their weight, no longer stiff and hard as when they first bought it.

The moment his head hits the pillow, He Tian lets out a long exhausted groan. A hand automatically comes up to clutch at his head but Guan Shan gently pushes it away and replaces it with his hands instead.

“Headache turning you into a bitch and killing you?”

“Slaughtering me more like,” He Tian sighs as he feels Mo Guan Shang’s fingers carding gently through his hair, massaging his scalp. “I think it’s fully morphed into a migraine now.”

“You want some meds?”

“No, no. I—Tch. The pain is still manageable. I don’t wanna be immune to them when it gets really bad.”

Guan Shan hums and in the next second, He Tian’s nose is assaulted by the smell of mint and camphor as Vicks is rubbed on his aching head. The smell of it relaxes him enough that he doesn’t mind the sticky substance getting in his hair. Not to mention the magic Guan Shan’s fingers are currently performing that’s chasing away his migraine.

“How come you always know what to do?” He Tian rasps, eyes closing amidst Guan Shan’s ministrations.

“I don’t,” Guan Shan scoffs. “This is just simple home remedy shit.”

“You know the important things,” He Tian’s voice has quiet to a mumble, the smell of camphor and the feel of Guan Shan’s fingers slowly but surely lulling him to sleep. “You know how to handle me. You know when not to back down.”

“I’ve had years of practice with your shittiness.”

“I’m sorry for yelling at you by the way. I didn’t mean to. It’s just…this assignment Cheng sent me it’s…it’s driving me insane.”

“It’s fine. I know. The migraine is already punishment enough for you.”

“You—” He Tian groans and it peters out to a moan when Guan Shan’s hand travels down, thumbs digging at the base of his skull, down his neck, and spreading out to the top of his shoulders. “You could say that again.”

“You want me to do your back too?”

“No, no. This is fine. I really don’t wanna get up right now. I’m really comfortable.” Another sigh as Guan Shan continues to work out the knots on his shoulders before going back to his temples. “But rain check on that back massage.”

They fall into silence as Guan Shan continues his ministrations, sticking to He Tian’s temples, his neck, and whatever of his shoulders he can reach with him lying down. He Tian slips in and out of consciousness and Guan Shan just lets him. He’s effectively turned He Tian into goo at this point.

“Thanks.” He Tian groggily reaches up and holds one of Guan Shan’s wrists. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

“Like I said,“ Mo Guan Shan leans down to plant a kiss on the top of He Tian’s nose, mindful of the Vicks on his forehead. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”

He Tian wakes up to the low hum of the TV and Guan Shan’s fingers still gently carding through his hair. The apartment is dark save for the TV and the city lights reflecting from outside. The annoying pulsing pain between his eyes have dispersed. His headache is completely gone.

He smiles to himself as he indulges in Guan Shan’s nimble fingers still scratching at his scalp. Fucking miracle worker.

“I see you’re awake,” Guan Shan says, voice low matching the quietness of the living room. “How’s your head?”

“Fine now.”

Guan Shan is eating chocolate chip cookies straight out of the jar. He Tian opens his mouth for one.

“What time is it?”

“A little past 11 PM.”

“Shit!” He Tian hisses as he sits up. “Cheng’s documents. I—”

“It’s fine, doofus,” Guan Shan says shoving another cookie at He Tian’s mouth “I answered Cheng-ge’s call earlier. Told him you were knocked out. He wants the papers tomorrow by noon.”

“Fuck. How did you manage that?” The initial deadline was tonight.

Guan Shan just shrugs. “Sent him a picture of your sleeping face.”

“You—What?”

Guan Shan pulls his phone and shows He Tian the picture he took of him sleeping on his lap. His mouth is hanging open and it looks like he’s even—

“Fucking hell.” Cheng is gonna use that as ammo against him for at least months. “I’m gonna get you for that.”

“Bring it on, drooly,” Guan Shan smirks muching on another cookie.

“Wait. Aren’t you supposed to go to work? What about that VIP that’s coming tonight? Shit. I’m so sorry, babe. I completely forgot. I was too—”

“Ah, come off it. It’s fine. The restaurant is used to receiving VIPs. They can handle tonight without me.” He rubs his hands and wipes the cookie crumbs off on his sweatpants. “Besides, I don’t even like that guest.”

Guan Shan fixes the pillow on his lap and He Tian takes that as an invitation to unceremoniously slump back into it.

[hairstevington]

Stranger Therapy - part 2!

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Based on this text post, Steve and Eddie match on Tinder and decide to go to couple's counseling on a first date to see how long it takes the therapist (Murray) to figure them out. Chapter 1, Link to Ao3

Word Count: 3k again!

Warnings: This one has a moment of actual therapy lmao, nothing TOO serious but Eddie has low self-esteem and Steve is closed off, modern day AU, aged up, brief Robin cameo, Matchmaker Murray.

A/N: OMG I was NOT expecting such a big reaction to part 1!! Here is the much requested part two, and I plan to continue for probably another two or three chapters. Thanks to all who have read so far!! PS I really did look into the counselor code of ethics for this one lmao

“So, how’d it go?” Robin asked once Steve got home. 

He had no idea how to answer that question. 

“It was…” He wandered to the fridge to grab a drink, wondering how much of the experience he should share with Robin. Generally, they told each other everything, but wasn’t therapy usually a private thing? So it wouldn’t be too terribly weird to not tell her, right? “Did you know he went to Hawkins High with us?”

“He did?” she asked, just as confused as Steve had been. “Like, at the same time we were there?”

“Yup. Eddie Munson ring a bell?” Robin thought about the name for a second before her eyes widened. 

“Oh my god! Yes I remember him!” She laughed, then continued once she’d settled down. “Okay, yeah. He’s definitely the kind of person who would want to do the first date fake couple’s counseling thing. He was always a little…outside of the box.”

“Come on,” Steve replied. “You say the meanest shit to me, and the best you can come up with for Eddie is that he’s ‘outside of the box?’ Robin, he’s never even seen the box.” She laughed again.

“Okay, sure,” she agreed. “I’m guessing it didn’t turn out to be a good match?”

Steve hesitated again, because no, that wasn’t it. He wasn’t sure if they were a good match, honestly. He ran through the events of the day in his head, then realized just how batshit insane it all was. And Steve had agreed to it. 

And he didn’t even regret it. 

He imagined telling Robin, and her relentlessly teasing him about it like she always did. This would give her enough ammunition to last a lifetime. It probably would be even worse than the fateful day at the mall when Steve had accidentally ripped his pants while attempting to hit on a girl. Robin had a front row seat for that one, and she still brought it up. 

Steve agreeing to go to therapy with an actual stranger, pretending to date said stranger, and working on actual personal issues together? Yeah, no. Steve was gonna take this shit to the grave.

Except, he wouldn’t, would he? Because he had an accomplice. They also weren’t strangers, not really, but they were still acquaintances, at best. An acquaintance that Steve had intermittently thought about kissing ever since Eddie mentioned it with Dr. Bauman. 

Ohhh, this is bad I think.

“Earth to Steve,” Robin said, interrupting his thought spiral. “Are you going to see him again or not?”

“We’re gonna get coffee next week,” Steve lied. He never lied to Robin, and he felt immediately horrible about it, but he couldn’t tell her, right? 

He almost broke and told her the honest truth, because sitting with the lie was so uncomfortable. Instead, he told himself that if he actually got coffee with Eddie next week, then he wouldn’t be lying. Loophole!

“Oh,” she said, surprised. “I really didn’t expect anything to come from this.”

“Yeah, well he’s -” Steve tried to think of what exactly it was about Eddie that was so enticing. He was hot, obviously. Charismatic. He was able to take Steve off guard, and they rolled with each other’s bullshit pretty smoothly. It was strange how connected he felt to Eddie in the session. Like they really were in tune with each other. Like they were an actual couple. “He’s cool. We had fun.”

“I know you’re not telling me something,” Robin said, eyeing him suspiciously. “But I guess it’s not my business. Plus, confidentiality and all that.”

Unlike Steve, Robin had been to therapy before. She had always told Steve he should go, too, but he never had. 

Until now, of course. But first, he had to cover his bases. 

-

Steve: Do you wanna get coffee before our appointment?

Eddie: Sure, gives us a chance to get our stories straight

Eddie: Hold on let me make the joke before you do

Steve: ?

Eddie: About our stories being gay and not straight!!

Steve: I wasn’t gonna make that lame-ass joke

Eddie: Sure you weren’t

Steve: And if I was, my delivery would have been way better

Eddie: oh shit

Eddie: Steve’s biting back today ;)

Steve: Well I gotta keep up with you, don’t I?

Eddie: Mmm i see how it is. Noon work for coffee?

Steve: I’ll be there

-

Eddie had recently been told by a close friend that he needed to get his shit together. The couple’s counseling wasn’t a whole master plan on Eddie’s part - he really did think it sounded fun, and it was - but the thought of talking out some of his issues was appealing, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

This close friend of Eddie’s - the one who suggested Eddie had an attitude problem and low self-esteem - had mentioned Dr. Bauman a few times in the past. He apparently worked wonders on couples, even the ones who argued all the time. His success rate was remarkable. 

Thinking back on it, maybe Eddie did kind of want to do couple’s counseling with Steve and Dr. Bauman for a reason. 

Like, come on. There was a spark there, right? There was something, at least. Who else would have gone along with Eddie’s crazy this much? Steve understood Eddie, and while he kept calling this whole thing ‘insane,’ it didn’t stop him from agreeing to it. Because there was something there between them. 

But mainly, Eddie just wanted to see a therapist, he didn’t really want to do it alone, and for whatever reason Steve seemed like the right person to be there. 

Okay, yeah. Steve’s right. This is insane. 

-

The cafe down the street from Murray’s office was small and cozy, and had fancy syrups for the coffee that Steve secretly loved. He came here sometimes, under the guise that he was getting a strawberries and cream oat milk latte for Robin, even though literally none of the workers cared. 

“Your usual?” the barista asked when Steve and Eddie got in line. Steve tried not to notice Eddie’s amused expression and the way his eyebrows were raised expectantly, desperate to know what Steve ordered so often the workers had it memorized. 

“Uhhhh…” Steve wasn’t sure why he was blushing. He never cared much about being seen as masculine, and he was literally going to therapy with this guy, so things were about to get a lot more embarrassing than a coffee order. He looked at Eddie. “Don’t judge me, it’s delicious.” Eddie laughed. 

“I don’t give a shit,” he said. “Whatever it is, own it.” Steve turned to the barista.

“Yes, the usual,” he told her. 

“I’ll get the same thing,” Eddie chimed in. Steve felt a flutter of something in his chest, somewhere between anxiety and flattery. 

They got their drinks and sat down. Steve took a sip and tried not to show on his face how happy this stupid beverage made him. It was a simple joy, you know?

“Okay, so you wanted to come up with some kind of game plan, right?” Steve asked as he waited for the caffeine to hit. 

“Yeah, I mean -” Eddie shifted in his seat uncomfortably. What the hell is he nervous about, Steve wondered. “If Murray figures us out now, he’ll drop us. So we have to be a bit more convincing.”

“How are we supposed to be more convincing? Do you want us to start making out on the couch or something?” Steve suggested it as if he wouldn’t be extremely happy to do so. 

“If it comes down to it,” Eddie teased back. Steve blushed once again. He was so much better at flirting than he was being flirted with. “My favorite color is black or red, depending on the day. I still mostly eat canned foods and TV dinners because I never figured out the whole meal prep thing, but it works out fine because my favorite food is mac and cheese. I play a lot of video games and I have a Dungeons and Dragons group. I’m kind of amazing at the guitar -”

“What are you doing?” Steve asked, not getting it. Eddie sighed.

“I’m telling you about myself, what do you think I’m doing?” He shook his head and chuckled. “So you have context, or whatever. So we’re not just making shit up.”

“Oh, okay,” Steve responded. “What about your family?”

“Yeah, we’re not gonna touch that subject with a ten foot pole,” Eddie muttered. “Your turn.”

“Fair enough. Okay, well my favorite color is blue, I guess. I live with my best friend Robin. I…I’m not really good at this.” Steve took another sip of his drink and wondered why he couldn’t come up with more facts about himself. 

“College?” Eddie asked. Steve shook his head. “Me neither. Do you like music?”

“Yeah,” Steve answered. “I took piano lessons for a while and then I taught myself the rest.”

“Impressive,” Eddie noted. “Do we ever play music together?”

“I guess we could,” Steve said with a shrug. It was fun, coming up with a backstory like that. “Aren’t you going to drink your coffee?”

“Oh Jesus, no. It’s got way too much sugar for my taste.”

“Then why did you get one?” Eddie smiled.

“Because now -” Eddie slid his cup across the table until it was directly next to Steve’s. “-you have one for later.” Steve stared down at both cups, perplexed. 

“That is…like, incredibly sweet,” he said.

“Just like that abomination you call coffee,” Eddie replied.

-

After intake, Dr. Murray Bauman examined the counseling code of ethics, and unsurprisingly there was nothing in there saying it was unethical to continue treating a couple who were lying about being a couple. He didn’t have proof they were pretending, of course, but clients lied to therapists all the time. If they showed up for their appointment, Murray was going to counsel them. That was his job. Truly, it would have been unethical not to work with them. 

They did show up, and they were right on time. Immediately, Murray noticed something was different. They were more comfortable with each other, and Steve in particular looked much less terrified. 

“So,” Murray began, “tell me how your week has been.”

“It’s been good,” Eddie answered. “You really helped us out a lot.”

For a fleeting moment, Murray believed him. He thought that maybe his instinct had been wrong, and they actually were a couple, and they’d somehow managed to get over Steve’s affair in a matter of forty minutes. 

But it was only a moment. Murray was a great counselor, but nobody was that good. His suspicions were confirmed when Steve opened his mouth. 

“We actually think our relationship is solid, and we kinda just want to focus on our own individual issues,” he said. 

It was far too polished of a statement for it to have not been planned. Which meant one thing - Steve and Eddie were just looking for individual therapy, and were going at the same time for…emotional support? Cost-effectiveness? 

Murray nodded. This was all a first for him, and he loved uncharted waters. 

“Okay, what would you like to focus on first?” he asked. 

“I’ll go,” Eddie offered. “So, I have this friend that says I have self-esteem issues, but it doesn’t really make sense to me because I feel like I’m pretty confident. Like, I haven’t really mastered how to be a grown-up or anything, and I’m kind of a mess sometimes, but it’s all part of my charm, you know? I’ve always been a little crazy, but I also think I’m awesome, so…” 

“If you think you’re awesome, why does someone else’s opinion matter?” Murray asked. 

“I dunno, aren’t you the one who has the answers?” Eddie asked. “Just skip to the part where you tell me what’s wrong with me.”

“Well, that’s not usually how this works,” Murray began, “but I think I do see what’s going on.”

“Enlighten me,” Eddie said. 

“You just said you were confident but called yourself a mess and a little crazy in the same breath,” Murray replied. “You can exude confidence all you want, but it doesn’t mean you actually believe those things about yourself. Steve, what do you think about this?”

“Uhhh -” Steve looked absolutely unequipped to answer the proposed question. “I think Eddie knows how hot and charming he is, actually. I don’t think it’s bullshit.”

“I didn’t say it was bullshit,” Murray countered, noticing that this time Eddie was the one to blush. “But there is a difference between ego and self-esteem. It’s not just about confidence, it’s about self-respect and worth. Eddie, do you feel valuable?”

“Like, in this relationship?” Eddie asked. 

“No, in this world.” 

This question stopped Eddie dead in his tracks. His face went pale, and he became visibly nervous at the prospect of being so vulnerable. 

“Fuck,” Eddie said at last. “I mean, uh - not really, but it's not personal, I don't think. Just feels like we're all specks of dust on a rock, you know?"

There was another shift in the room, but Murray couldn’t pinpoint exactly what. 

“Can you tell me a bit about how you grew up?” he wondered. Family history was a standard line of questioning in these early sessions. Eddie froze.

“Actually, I really wanna focus on my thing now, if that’s okay,” Steve interrupted. Eddie seemed relieved to pass the torch, so Murray went with it. 

“Of course. What’s going on with you, Steve?”

“Uhh, well, I - um -” he sputtered, his leg bouncing rapidly. “I keep having this nightmare - like, every night - where there’s a monster in my closet. What do you think that means?”

“Well,” Murray said, leaning back in his chair. “Dream psychology isn’t really my specialty -”

“Okay, but I reeeeally wanna talk about it,” Steve persisted. "Like, is the monster a metaphor about my sexuality or is it supposed to be my dad? Help me out here."

While Steve babbled about his obviously made up dream, Murray caught Eddie staring at the man beside him. There was a completely unmistakable twinkle in Eddie's eye that told Murray everything he needed to know. Whether these boys knew it or not, they cared about each other. 

“As you wish,” Murray conceded. They used the rest of their time focusing on much less heavy subjects, and it was pretty clear that was intentional. He understood, though, that it was important not to take these things too fast. Before long, the color returned to Eddie’s face, and the boys were riffing off each other again flawlessly. 

This was getting more and more interesting by the minute. 

-

“Things were intense for a bit in there,” Eddie said as they walked back to the parking lot.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “You okay?”

“M’good,” Eddie replied. “Your dream thing. Was that real?”

“Uh, no. I just thought you needed a break.”

“Oh,” he said. “Normally I’d give you a spirited monologue about how you don’t know me and therefore shouldn’t make my decisions for me.”

“What are you gonna say instead?” Steve asked. 

“Well, considering you’re technically paying for this, I don’t really have a leg to stand on,” Eddie chuckled. “And also, as weird as this whole thing is, I’m glad you were in there with me.” He tried to play it off as a lot more casual of a statement than it was. 

Being in therapy together and actually taking it seriously was an incredibly intimate thing. Steve wasn’t sure he could actually be as open as Eddie had been. 

“I think we’re skipping a whole lot of steps, here,” Steve said, attempting to return Eddie’s light tone. 

“Yeah, well I’ve always hated steps,” Eddie replied. “I tend to trip over ‘em.” 

“Right.” Steve chuckled. “So…same time next week?” Eddie flashed a genuine smile and nodded. 

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Oh, but next time - you’re in the hot seat. No fake dreams, I’m talking real shit, okay?”

“Oh, you’re making demands, now?” Steve asked, amused. “What happened to you not having a leg to stand on?”

“Huh,” Eddie responded, pondering this for a moment. He shrugged. “I guess I can fly.” 

Steve had no intention of actually diving into real shit, especially after he’d seen the way Murray dug into Eddie during the session. Steve wasn’t ready to confront anything. He refused to admit there was anything to confront in the first place. But he would go - of course he’d go, because something deep within him told him he’d regret it if he didn’t.

Steve and Eddie weren’t a couple. They weren’t strangers. They weren’t friends. But damn, they were something.

(next chapter)

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[miitarashi]

Oh- OH?? IS IT A REQUEST ABOUT BUFF WOMANS??? my dear unknow,consider yourself kissed. (Yeah,i'm using a photo cuz i had to delete the first one because i made something wrong but luckily i didn't lost what i writed).

☆Tintin headcanon☆

- Buff woman 🙏🏽

Oh dear,this one is quite interesting not gonna lie.

First he would probably be surprised a bit,just a little.

He gave that quick up and down, took in the information and just kept his polite demeanor as always.

Traveling the world,he probably saw a buff woman or two but one close to him was something interesting in a way.

If you end up getting close to him,he would be more than happy to know you better.

If you talked about your workout routine and the amount of weight you lift,the boy would feel genuinely surprised,joking a bit that what he normally does in one adventure is almost a long workout since he's always running,jumping and or punching someone just to get his story.

And when he said it,now was your time to be surprised,even more because his body looked a bit ""petite"" for someone who does all of that (in a fucking daily basis)

One thing that I know probably happened is,when Tintin introduced you to Haddock,at some point,being an old marine like him, he probably wanted an arm wrestle just to see what would happen. You won,but it was a fair game lol.

Now,the dating part is kinda funny.

Do y'all know that couple dynamic “The amazon x the short guy”?

This. This is your dating life.

If you're taller,of course he wouldn't feel ashamed or anything like that,we all know this man,this perfect one that can do no wrong and does not have a fragile masculinity.

Just don't tease him about being short or trying to carry him like a bag of potatoes and we're good.

Only when not in public tho.

Like,having a buff woman is basically accepting the prince/princess treatment. Being held,hugged from behind and having someone to look up to for comfort??

A bit weird at first,but when he discovers the good things of having a buff girlfriend?

Sign he in.

Being used as a weight,like him laying on your back while you do push ups? A bit cynical at first,but when you easily do it,normally it becomes a thing. Like he is reading something while lying on your back or mumbling about this new mystery,it's kinda funny but he doesn't have a problem with it. (Again,as long it's made at home)

Would even go running with you as a way of spending time together, stopping at some park or little place to stay and just enjoy some quality time before going back home.

The cuddles? Being holded like a fragile thing always gives him the best naps he ever had in his life. Adore when you wrap yourself around him like a blanket.

I don't know why,but I feel like when you guys cuddle with you resting on top, hugging his waist and resting your head on his abdomen with a tank top or any clothes that shows your muscles,he would like,trace the definated line of it??

Like,I'm sure he would do it If you had body marks too.

Other girls hitting on him,he find amusing when you tower over him and kinda of send them off. (If you is far he would walk up and be by your side holding your hand)

He would even take you on adventures too,bonus if you learned some type of martial art. What is this? The perfect woman??

Although,if you're the tough exterior and fragile inside,the princess will be you. No questions asked.

He would find it lovely. The way you could be tough to be face to face with someone taller,but ask him to kill a roach out of fear clinging on his arm for protection.

The ✨cutiest✨

Insecure about wearing dresses? You're a queen in his eyes. Worshiped on the spot.

Need motivation? He's your number one fan,rooting for you and helping you out in any way.

Feeling insecure about him leaving you because of your looks? Didn't i said that this man sees you like a Goddess??

Let's not even get on the thighs part because damm he just want to be crushed-

Beside it! This man fell in love with every little inch of you and love being the prince or making you his Goddess, nothing less than this.

It's a Win-win for both of you basically.

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N/A: hey! I said i wasn't dead. So the thing is,i'll probably settle sunday or monday to post fics and request. Maybe one day a week and in between i post some incorrect quotes that pass cross my mind while i write the big fic that i'll post on my AO3. Like i said i already have some things writed so don't worry,i'm still here and writing requests too. (Making bots too cuz i just made a Tintin bot about that "i could be a better boyfriend than him" best decision i've ever made🙏🏽). So yeah,hope you liked! Thank you for reading😘

[seasidepierre]

Drabble prompt: Wearing red lipstick to leave smooches on Pierre, while being champagne drunk

As soon as Pierre saw you getting out of your bedroom, he knew he was fucked. He had come back to your hometown after a couple of races, enjoying a rare weekend off in this hell of a season and you two had accepted an invitation from your friends to go clubbing. He knew Rouen’s clubs weren’t the best, if he could, he’d take everyone to Paris and make sure everyone had a good time, but it was the middle of the week and apart from him, everyone had to go to work the morning after, so the town’s clubs would have to do.

Pierre had been adamant that you needed to wear those heels that he got you for a birthday a while ago. The black Louboutins, with the golden point, golden stilettos heels and open back, that he saw in the shop and imagined you in, falling in love with the idea of you wearing them and finally being eye level with you which had been enough for him to slap his credit card on the counter, stating a bold “I’m gonna need those in a 38, please” which made the sales lady grin a little because the amount of times she’d had to watch husbands, boyfriends, fathers or anyone call the girl in question to know the size of her shoes was just astonishing. But Pierre knew all your sizes and tastes, therefore, it's always been easy to shop for you. You’d come to the conclusion a few months ago that Pierre’s love language, apart from a blatant touch crave, was gifts giving and while sometimes you found it a bit strange to own high end pieces that didn’t really match with your day to day life, you were extremely grateful that he kept showering you in the most lavish objects that you wouldn’t even dream getting for yourself because your finances couldn’t keep suit. Money had never really been a taboo for you and Pierre and though you’d rather him not splurge on everything he saw, just for you, he knew your miserably small paycheck at the end of the month was already eaten up by your rent and bills. He stated that gifts would be his way to pay a tiny bit of your rent, since a good chunk of his stuff was now living in your flat.

You had decided to pair the said shoes with a little black dress, fitted to your curves and hitting the middle of your thighs. Nothing really fancy, but the small triangle of skin on your back was enough to have him grin when you closed the door of your bedroom, until he saw your dark red lips and gulped pretty loudly.

“Am I looking okay?” You enquired.

“Okay is not the word I would use, my queen,” Pierre swallowed. “You’re stunning.”

“Stop lying,” You giggled.

“You know I never lie to you, though.”

Emboldened by Pierre’s gawking and compliments, you grinned at him and grabbed your purse, ready to party and let loose for a few hours. Your weeks had been bleak without Pierre and having him back in your little flat was enough to feel like the sun was coming back to Rouen, even though the gloomy days were stretching to no end in the Norman city. Everything felt better with Pierre home and you couldn’t deny the fact that your chest wasn’t tight anymore, like it had been until a few days ago, when the door slid open in the middle of the night and Pierre slipped into your bed, even though you were asleep. The small whine you had let out before curling on his chest had been enough to make him sigh and engulf you in his arms, ready to forget about racing for a couple of days, even though Pyry was most likely going to come back to his mind with a few text stating his training schedule and programmes.

The car ride had been pretty silent, though Pierre’s hands couldn’t stop fidgeting on top of his wheel. There was no way he would have walked to the club with you, mainly because the club wasn’t in the safest part of the city but also because your heels would kill your feet by the time you’d arrive at your destination. You were also pretty sure some of your friends would be completely hammered and he would rather drive everybody home if needed than have them drunk in the middle of Rouen, trying to remember where the heck they even lived.

It took five entire minutes of him picking at the skin around his nail for you to slide your hand on top of his right and slip it on top of your thigh. The small sigh of relief that escaped his mouth would have been enough for you to be damn proud of yourself but the smirk you could see creeping on his lips was the best reward for it.

“Soft,” He only commented.

You let a small laugh echo through the car, knowing you’d been moisturising your entire body for weeks now and it was about damn time he’d realise it. Feeling content with yourself, you slid down a little in your seat, finding the perfect resting position for the small car ride and enjoying the fact that Pierre’s hand had ridden just a tiny bit higher on your thigh. You played with his wrist absentmindedly and drew a couple of arabesques on the back of his hand before you checked your lipstick in the mirror, finding, with relief, that it looked like your new acquisition stuck on your lips perfectly fine.

The club was packed but Pierre managed to get access to a VIP booth, that surely hadn’t seen very famous behinds yet. Your friends settled on the couches while Pierre ordered a magnum bottle of champagne and a fruity cocktail for you, because he knew how much you liked your rum. You grinned at him and sat for a while next to him, his forearm resting on top of your knees and his hand hooked behind one of them, marking his belonging and his pride of having such a good looking girl on his side. But the music soon was too enticing to resist and you squeezed his hand once, letting him know you’d be going on the dancefloor, before some of your friends followed suit, including a couple of guys which reassured him a little. He wasn’t in the mood to dance yet, but watching you sway your hips and laugh with your friends from the couch was already plenty of fun.

And those red lips, that kept stretching into the sweetest smiles to your friends, were going to be the best part of the night. Pierre already knew that when his head would touch the pillow next to yours and his eyelids would close, he would still see that dark red that would haunt him for a while. He wasn’t strong on his liking of red, but this particular one was soon going to become his favourite colour if you kept wearing it, for sure. Of course he had already seen you with lipstick, even a classic red one, for a wedding. But this dark red?

This dark red called for sins and he knew it.

Which truly did explain why, after you turned back on your heels and sipped on your straw, then looked at him with the naughtiest smile, he couldn’t have helped himself and got up to join you on the dancefloor, his hands immediately finding your hips like magnets on a fridge.

“I thought you’d never join,” You commented, throwing your arms above his head to knot them behind his neck.

“You knew exactly what you were doing, you little minx,” Pierre smiled.

“Maybe, but I couldn’t know how fast you’d arrive,” You grinned.

“Liar,” Pierre sighed, his face slotting into the crook of your neck, his lips leaving open-mouthed kisses on the side of your throat. “You have me wrapped around your little finger and you love it.”

You nodded once, twice, three times, a smirk hung on your drunken features but your mind just clear enough to know that you had won and you could gloat about it. You sure could feel the champagne (that Pierre had insisted you’d take a flute of after your cocktail) clouding your judgement and making the rest of your senses cottony, but you weren’t drunk to the point that you couldn’t feel pride at the speed of which Pierre had come to you on that dancefloor. You did know Pierre was a sucker for you and that absolutely blew your mind, every time you had proof of it, but the fact that he was now dancing with you after you only had to bat your eyelashes his way? Absolute bonkers. You loved that you had that effect on him. You loved that you could hear the little rasp in his breathing when your hips grazed his abdomen and when your lips barely brushed the skin of his jaw, leaving the faintest trace of red on his skin. 

To say that Pierre looked amazing wouldn’t be a lie, but truth be told, you weren’t sure you’d seen him look anything but great. Even when you had to watch over him during a friends getaway, when he had come down with some kind of cold, you had been in awe of him. Pierre always casted some kind of aura that he was somewhat able to control. When he was happy, the golden hue of his skin was unmissable. 

Tonight, though, he reeked of attraction and horniness and you were there for it. If it wasn’t for his hands finding the hem of your little black dress, his eyes constantly falling in the depths of your cleavage before finding your red-painted lips would be enough for you to know how the night was going to end. And if your friends were politely looking elsewhere when you started grinding on him, your back to his chest and his arms clad around your middle, you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop yourselves if you kept going. 

“Take me back home, Gas,” You muttered in his ear, a faint red streak on the top of his ear shell. 

“Understood, my queen.”

You loved that Pierre treated you like royalty, especially in the heat of the moment. He wouldn’t call you “queen” every day, this deserved a special occasion, one that usually involved a very horny driver. Not that you were materialistic, nor did you want to be the one in charge, but the reverence he put in it was enough to drive you mad. You felt like you were the most important person in his world when he called you like that and like you were invincible. You told him that one night, your phone rested on the pillow he used when he was in your bed, but he was laying thousands of kilometres away, in a hotel bed. You told him that this nickname made you feel powerful. That it made you feel loved way beyond measure. His only reaction had been “That’s exactly what I intend for, my queen” and you had ended up moaning his name on the phone, his breathing erratic on the other side of the line. 

The car ride back home had been quiet, even though his hand had found itself way higher on your thigh than on the way to the club. Your lips, though, had peppered kiss stains on his jaw, while your hand had been scratching his beard softly. 

As soon as the door of your flat closed behind your back, your dress was on the floor. 

Lying on the bed, your head loved against his chest, you admired your work of art. Red splotches on his skin, from his cheekbones to his belly button, passing by his throat, were tracing the road your mouth had taken on his body, enjoying the taste of his skin and the smell of his perfume that drove you wild. You grinned at your handiwork, happy with the end result. 

“You look happy, my queen,” Pierre smiled, playing with a strand of hair.

“You should look at yourself in the mirror,” You retorted.

“Do I look happy too?”

“You do, but please, go and have a look.”

Standing gloriously naked in the middle of your bedroom, you admired Pierre counting the red lips drawn on his body. He looked like a Greek God, muscles jutting out from every limb of his. The endless hours of training had changed your lanky best friend into the most  delicious of lovers, though you were still fond of the particular muscle that carved his ass cheeks just enough to make you want to bite them. You watched him discover the stains like small treasures, smiling at every one of them, fingertips tracing the lines were enough to want you to add some colour to his chest again. He looked so proud, it should have been a crime, but most of all, he looked yours and that made your heart swell even more. 

“You did an excellent job,” Pierre smiled, his voice so low you wondered for a second if you’d dreamed it.

“I’m quite proud of my work.”

“You missed a spot, though,” Pierre turned back to you before leaning on the mattress, his whole weight on his arms.

“Did I?” You grinned.

“Just here,” Pierre tapped his lips with an index. “It looks quite pale compared to the rest.”

You laughed for a second before leaning to him but he stopped you before you could kiss him like he wanted to. He turned back to your little vanity desk and grabbed your lipstick before presenting it to you. With a newfound admiration, he watched you reapply the dark red colour to your lips and waited barely long enough for it to dry, before he jumped at the occasion to finally kiss you, groaning in your mouth. 

“Want some more elsewhere?” You teased.

“I’ve got a couple of ideas, yeah,” He grinned. 

Needless to say, Pierre ordered you a stock of that lipstick on the following morning.

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[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

Have a random ficlet inspired by @haysgrove college projection au

Janus frown when his phone vibrated. It was nearing midnight now and all his boys had agreed to work of fixing their sleep schedules and should have been in bed already.

"Are you gonna be home soon?" The screen read. It was a message from Sweet-n-Spooky. Virgil must have texted him instead of his mother by mistake. He gave a small sigh then hit the dial button.

Virgil frozen when his screen lit up with Janus's face on the caller ID. He groaned as he realized his mistake, but answered anyway. "Hey. Sorry if I woke you."

"Don't worry about that," Janus replied graciously. "I just didn't want you to start worrying when your mom didn't answer. Are you okay? I can come over if you need me too."

Virgil shook his head even though Janus couldn't see him. "No. No, I'm fine."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Virgil insisted. "I'm fine. I just- it's nothing, Jan. I'm sorry I woke you-"

"Virgil," Janus cut in, his tone gentle but leaving no room for argument, if Virgil hadn't been curled up in the fetal position in bed he might have gone weak at the knees. "What's wrong, darling?"

"I just feel sick," he mumbled.

"Like you might throw up?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, I'll be there soon."

"Jan-"

"I'm not offering, Virgil, I'm telling you I'm on my way, alright?"

Virgil let out a sigh. "Thanks, Jan."

"Do want me to stay on with you till I get there?"

"No. I don't want to get into an accident or something."

Janus smiled fondly as he grabbed the last of his things and shouldered the small tote bag. "I mean, speaker phone is a thing, but I don't want to stress you out more. I'll be there soon, okay?"

---

Virgil looked somehow more pathetic than he'd sounded on the phone. The SlipKnot shirt he'd stolen from Logan some weeks ago hung crookedly off his narrow shoulders and only half his hair remained in the pony tail.

"You poor dear," Janus tutted and pulled his friend into his arms and kissed his head.

"Thanks for coming over," Virgil mumbled into his shoulder. Janus was always so much warmer than he was.

"Of course, of course. C'mon, let's get you sitting down," Janus replied. He locked the door and ushered Virgil into his own living room. "Here sit here." Janus gently pushed Virgil onto the couch then began pulling things from his bag. He put a can of ginger ale in one hand and a package of saltines in the other, then took out a hair brush and sat sideways on the couch behind Virgil.

The younger dutifully munched his snack while Janus gently brushed out the tangles from Virgil’s hair and folded it into a loose braid.

Next Janus pulled out a bottle of lotion and squirted some into his hands. The faint smell of lavender filled the air and Virgil closed his eyes, soaking in the attention as Janus massaged his neck and shoulders; it was easy enough to do with how loose his tee shirt was. He was almost feeling relaxed with Janus spoke again.

"Have you gotten a few of those crackers down?"

Virgil only nodded, not trusting his voice to actually work right at the moment. It was always hard for him to talk when Janus was being so gentle with him.

Janus plucked a bottle of tums from his bag and took Virgil's hand, it was clammy and pale in sharp contrast to Janus's own skin which was warm and dark, and shook a couple tablets from the bottle.

Again Virgil just nodded before taking the medication.

Then Janus began to hum. It wasn't a tune Virgil recognized, probably from some play or other Janus had been in, but he hummed and rocked Virgil from side to side, lightly massaging little circles over Virgil’s stomach.

Now Virgil did begin to relax, leaning fully back on Janus who smiled and took the opportunity leave a kiss on Virgil’s shoulder, sending a shiver down his spine, only in part from the cold metal of Janus’s lip ring.

Janus smirked and pulled the blanket from rhe back of the couch and over Virgil. "Do you think you're ready to lie down?"

"Can you stay?"

"Don't I always?"

"I don't like being here on my own."

"It's all those ghost hunter videos you watch before bed. You really should cut back in those."

"They're not that bad," Virgil argued. "I mean, it's not like anything ever answered me here."

Janus's eyes went wide. "You've tried some of those things?"

"I tried asking if anything could turn on a flashlight once. Nothing answered though. I think I've heard tapping a few times though."

"Maybe I should take you to my place," Janus mused.

Virgil harrumped. "I don't wanna move."

Janus sighed. "Alright. We can lay here then." Janus guided Virgil so he was lying on his side and shift so he could lie down behind him, tucking one arm under Virgil’s neck and wrapping the other around his waist. "Good night, Virgil."

"'Night, Jan," Virgil mumbled.

---

Janus startled at the sound of an opening door. He listened, trying to be still so as not to disturb Virgil, who now snored faintly on his chest, as someone shuffled around the hallway and walked quietly into the living room.

He smiled up at the face that appeared above him. "Good morning, Ms. Webber," he chirped politely.

The woman smiled softly in return and stood on her knees, leaning over the arm of the couch. "Virgil had another hard night, huh?"

"He accidentally texted me to ask when you'd be home," Janus explained. "He only woke up once after I got him to relax though."

"Good. I appreciate you coming over to check on him."

"I appreciate having him as a friend," Janus replied sincerely.

"Do you need anything?"

"Oh no, I'm alright. You go get some rest. I'll let Virgil know you're home when he wakes up."

"Thanks, Jan. You're a good kid. Alright. I'm gonna leave you to deal with cuddle bug and gonna grab a few hours of sleep."

"Take all the time you need."

[celiastjamesoscar]

OH MY GODD??? night shift genuinely might be my favorite fic i've ever read 🫶

first, the humor in this story is just absolutely amazing. there's so many good references to media without making them sound forced. the dialogue also helps a lot!! you can tell these guys are actually friends and not strangers that have just been shoved together. your humor is always top tier and it balances out the heavier topics in the story so well!!

speaking of heavier topics, i feel like you always hit when writing the heavy parts of a fic. especially the scene with Sam when R tells her about what happened with Tara after she left. god the entire story with Tara cherishing all of her food and eating something she hates actually made me tear up a little. i just wanted to hold her in my arms 😭

and don't get me started on how much i love the dynamic between characters. R and Tara's friendship is actually so beautiful and you can tell they care so much about each other. their banter is actually so funny and i was smiling every time they were together :))

not to mention the dynamic between R and Sam!! i love how you built up their relationship bit by bit, and it was so natural when they became girlfriends. i love how you write recalling old memories and how you can tell R and Sam get closer to each other every time

you've done it again!! 😵‍💫😵‍💫

I’m so happy that you loved it that much, my friend!!!

My fics aren’t complete without references to media, it’s just the way it is. Most of the dialogue is based off of conversations I’ve had with my friends 😭 the heavier topics are my favorite ones to write, so I’m glad that the humorous dialogue helped balanced it out

I’m not gonna lie, I spent a couple days planning out how to write the scene about R telling Sam about how Tara was treated. I wanted it to be impactful but also relativity close to what I think Tara’s home life was like. And Tara just needs someone who will hold her and occasionally let her commit crimes 🤷🏻‍♀️

Tara and R are always best friends who love to make fun of each other, it’s always going to be seen in my stories with Sam

Slow burns are absolutely my favorite, and I feel like they fit Sam’s character perfectly. Your analysis of the fic is amazing and I absolutely love every aspect of it!!! <3

[stranger-masters]

You'll Be Okay, Love (Stranger Things Cast X Teen!Cast!OC)

(Part Two)

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The OC, Jenna Faye, plays Robin's little sister. Naturally, the whole cast (Winona, David, Joe and Joseph, everyone) is really protective of her. It only takes one boy to make her realize how much she truly loves her new family.

Mentions of depression, anxiety, and feeling alone.

Trigger Warnings: Abusive ex; bruises; abuse; mean comments; manipulating and gas-lighting.

Third Person POV

Jenna Faye loved her friends on the set, and she loved Maya, who played her character Lily's older sister, Robin. She was glad she knew these people. They'd helped her when her depression got too much and she'd hide for hours, sometimes days, in her trailer, only coming out to film scenes. They helped her navigate crowds, the ones that scared her, and always made sure there was an exit nearby that she'd feel comfortable leaving by.

But they didn't know about Thomas.

Thomas Houston was her boyfriend, and she hated it. He was abusive. He'd hit her, kick her, leave bruises in places they wouldn't show or where people wouldn't think to look. A couple times, someone almost caught on. Once, it was Gaten, and he'd found a bruise on her arm, though she told him she'd tripped. Since she was clumsy, he accepted this, but it was getting harder to lie anymore. She couldn't remember what lie she told this person, and people were getting suspicious. Twice, the Duffers had come to Jenna, asking if she was okay, if anything was going on at home, could they help with anything? Yes, she was fine, she said. Nothing was happening, no, she didn't need help.

Until now.

She was standing at the gate to set, waiting on Thomas, when he finally pulled up. He got out of his dusty-blue 2020 Lincoln and stepped up to her, smiling. "Hi, baby." She smiled tightly, allowing him to kiss her. They stepped into her trailer, and she saw Sadie Sink looking curiously at them. The cast and crew had met Thomas only a few times, and no one really knew what he was like, and she thanked Heaven above for that.

"Who's this?"

Thomas was pointing at a picture of her and Joseph a few days ago on set. Jenna bit her lip. "That's Joseph, he plays Eddie Munson." She said quietly, and Thomas turned, angry. "You look very close with him, don't you?" Jenna laughed, "Babe, he's six years older than me. I don't feel comfortable even thinking about him like that! He's more of an older brother than anything." "I don't like it." He snapped, moving closer until Jenna was backed against the wall. "Please don't hurt me." She whispered, and Thomas grinned. It wasn't a nice grin. "I won't, not unless you listen to me." She nodded, eyes watering. Her heart was hammering against her ribs, and she felt shaky and sick. "I wanna take you out tonight, okay? I--" "I can't, Tom, I have a scene to film." "Postpone it." Thomas snapped, and she flinched. "I can't." He groaned. "Fine."

Time Skip: 2 Days Later

"Not fair!" Jenna yelled as Joseph picked her up, spinning and laughing. "You're taller!" She cried, hitting his back, and Natalia shook her head, watching them. "Be careful and don't drop her!" She called, and Joseph rolled his eyes, slowing his momentum. "I'm not gonna drop her, Nat!" Jenna laughed, but her smile was wiped off when she saw Thomas in the doorway of her trailer, watching Joseph laugh and put her down, his arms still around her, and stormed back inside. "Um, I'll be right back!" She called, already racing off, eager to tell Thomas it wasn't what he thought it was.

"Tom! Tom--"

Jenna cried out as Thomas grabbed her by the scalp, slamming the door shut and throwing her to the floor. Her arms and shoulders hit her little table, and she knew she'd have bruises later. "What the hell was that?!" Thomas roared, fist raised, and Jenna yelped as he hit her on the cheekbone, hard enough to momentarily stun her. "You're cheating on me with him, I saw you! Am I not good enough for you?! I give you everything! I'm the only one who will love you and I'm the only one who will continue to love you, you piece of shit!" He kicked her again, and she coughed, trying to move to the door. If she could open it, even just a little, she could scream and someone, maybe Joe and Joseph or, God forbid, even little Noah Schnapp, could hear her and come running.

Thomas, as if aware of her thoughts, yanked her back by her ankles. She screamed, trying to use her feet as weapons, but he slammed his fist into her face, shutting her up. He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her into the wall, squeezing until her vision started spotting. Someone knocked. "Jenna, it's Joe!" She heard Joe Keery call through the door. "Don't speak." Thomas growled, squeezing harder. An involuntary gasp escaped her lips, and as Thomas reached back to hit her again, freeing her windpipe, she screamed. It was a hair-raising, blood-curdling scream of fear.

"Shut up, damn you!" Thomas screamed as the door flew open.

Jenna was aware of people shouting, of someone being hit and hoped to God that Thomas wasn't hurting her friends. Eyes bleary and her vision spinning as her lungs screamed and breathed, she saw Joe Keery with a split lip already, him and Charlie Heaton shoving Thomas out of the trailer door. Bright purple shoes filled her vision, and Maya grabbed paper towels, wiping Jenna's bloodied nose and lip. "Don't fucking touch her!" She heard Charlie shout, and then there was more shouting, and Jenna covered her ears, crying. "Make it stop," She whispered, and Maya started yelling for everyone to shut up, but Jenna couldn't focus. She passed out, the last thing she heard was Gaten yelling that she was falling.

[mcyt-things-ig]

Outsiders, Krowfangs POV, episode 14

Cannibalism warning. This will be a doozy

It's running out of food. It goes on Guts hunts, pleasant

Cinematic. I hate this song, it puts my hair on edge. It's just hunting Guts. Guts has caught it. End of cinematic

Does this mean Guts was unaware of Krow eating them? Cause that idea is really funny for some reason.

Guts is pointing a gun at it, she called it a twerp, why does she sound like a disappointed older sister? That's so funny.

Guts has asked for an honest answer, and Krow has given one. Krow has fully explained. Guts sounds so disappointed in it, true sibling energy right there.

Guts used to eat flesh too, human food just doesn't tend to satiate them.

Krow has pondered a deal where they swap flesh. Jesus this is weird to type out. Guts is conflicted, she's agreed.

Krow was starting to feel bad for chasing Guts. Krow and Guts agreed the food in the clearing isn't good. Krow has admitted to what happened in the cave, and Guts doesn't want it to eat itself. Krow is just admitting to stealing from Guts, why is it like this?

Krow is explaining to Guts how it killed Acho. Krow thinks everyone in the clearing is insensitive. Guts is mad at everyone for not telling them about Apo's death. Guts says she technically did the same thing, with accidentaly poisoning Magic. Guts and Krow have spotted Magic so they're now parting ways. Those two are fairly positive aquantances at worst, friends at best and thats really good for krow.

They've made an inside joke of 'catch and eat ya later' I hate that and I really doubt it'll stick around.

Krow has attempted to get away before Magic spots it. Guts has grassed it up. Krow has tried to get into it's old home but Magic caught it, I think it's trying to pretend thats its house, which is kinda smart.

Magic has taken it to talk in a very open area, iterally anyone can watch them, anyone can attack. I worry.

Magic is asking Krow about what happened. Krow seems quite flustered. Magic keeps resorting to calling Krow 'like Bek', Krow keeps resorting to holding it's knives. Do I think it'll use a knife as more than just a threat? no. Should it stop becuase other people wont think that? yes.

Oh god the music is dramatic and it's worrying me. Krow has said Bek is probably the reason it's like this and I 100% agree. Oh my God. Hold on did Magic just ask 'why?' to that. I think it's pretty obvious.

Krow is getting flustered and is trying to explain that it died with everyone esle in clearing B, and I don't doubt that, grief is crazy and Krow is right it hasn't been back to clearing B yet. It honestly seems like Krow has been running on fight or flight since it entered that cave and just hasn't stopped.

Magic has suggested Krow and Apo are alike. Krow said Magic was friend with Apo, she says she was friends with Krow. Theres still half an hour left, what more can go wrong here.

It says it understand that magic as lost those she was closest too. Krow has said it doesn't doubt that Magic wished Mae survived instead of Bek or Krow or someone else. She denies that. Krow yet again doesn't understand why she tries to protect t, she says because they're friends.

She says friends help eachother and aren't meant to bring eachother down, frame eachother or lie to eachother (Looks over at Magic and Owen, right).

Krow says it doesn't take back what it did. Krow says it would stop itself from watering down the potion to save itself from all this bullshit. Icon. It says it doesn't care about Acho or Owen or whoever.

Magic has compared it to Bek again, it's lashed out, hit her a couple times then threw a knife. Not to victim blame but everytime she compared it to Bek it drew a knife, she should've seen that coming.

Krow says it doesn't care about anyone, cause why bother getting close to someone if it's just gonna get stabbed in the back again (Sideyeing Owen), or everyone is gonna die.

Magic stop comparing them, you know what happens. Jesus.

Krow says Bek is the reason it's like this. Krow thinks Magic is delusional for believing they're all gonna escape. Krow says it doesn't care about anyone, including itself, that everyone was skeptical of it since it arrived which it true from what I've seen.

Magic just seems to miss everything krow saays then repeatedly walks into its point. Chat is indecicive on whether to kill Magic or not. Magic please stop comparing them, when will you learn that it's not a good idea and won't make Krow believe what she says.

Magic! Krow has said multiple times that it didn't think watering down a potion would kill someone, let alone Acho! Please will someone listen to what it says, Guts done that i'm so thankful for them cause they actually understand.

Krow has said its everything but logical to defend it since Magic seems so insistent. Magic! Again! WHY!

I don't undertsnad how Magic can compare Bek, who permantly killed an entire clearing on purpose, with Krow, who accidentaly killed someone 'temporarily', and then still says she considers Krow a friend and someone she defends. She's compared Krow to Bek before and saw it react negatively to it. I just don't understand.

Krow is getting hostile. Understandle. Magic has tod it to stay away, it didn't seem to get into her head that Krow doesn't like being compared to Bek after the like fifth time it struck her because of the comparison.

Oh thank god that over.

It went into Magic house and stole a book and quil. Magic has kicked it out, that I understand. It's run off. How did Magic get tio her house so quick, sh went in the opposite direcion.

Krow has flipped up Apo's lever since hes buried in the clearing. Krow doesn't agree with Magics stament that 'you're only as fast as you're slowest member'

Krow says it understand what it's like to run with the slowest member, i'm assuming it means Percival. Krow says that a change to this current Krow from the clearing B Krow doesn't just happen. Krow says that it'll it get around that Krow killed Acho and what then? Guts has no reason to help it beyond them both being hungry demons, thinks it would be morally fucked if they did help it.

Krow is no upset. Thinks Percival and Tasia would be disappointed and disgusted with Krow. Thinks it needs to be logical or everyone will die, believes they won't all make it out.

The nothern lights, blue, white and red. kind of a nice coincidence. It keeps saying it needs to logical. Has told the lights to let it go, as any Krow they're searching for is gone. Has apologised to Percy for not keeping its promise.

It says it wants to go home to se, but doesn't want to be thrown off track again so can't.

Someone's folowing it? It thinks it's Kyle or Magic. No one seems to be there. Want's to forget about them, wants to know how to forget about them. It's going into the maze to burn it's memories of them. It's standing at lava in the maze repeating 'they're dead'. It burn some raw beef and tea near the maze enterance says 'they're dead and I can't change that'

It's sleepimg in plains sight, it's had enough, if someone wants to stab it they can. It's going to the top of the hotel, people go there to think, probably about a problem it caused.

It's writing a note for anyone who comes across it's sleeping body: Hello, this is Krow writing. Feel free to kill me if i'm sleeping here. Cool. It's labelled the book 'done'

end of stream.

Wow. Angsty shit right there, a lot of fanfic material too. Honestly as much as i was dreading the arguemnt, and possibly more arguments to come, i'm getting hyped. I think I started losing motivation to finish this so the small break of watchong other fandom vids definately helped. I look forward to the next one.

[duskamethyst]

stranger danger.

a/n: did i sit on top of my car to imagine this? sure did. a part of the jujutsu hub collab! thank you vee @suna-reversed for organizing this horny event for us horny people.

word count: 3.8k

genre: smut, nsfw, pwp

warnings: dubcon, literally dumbass porn, degradation + praising kink, daddy kink, gun play, mentions of alcohol consumption, dui and death, public sex, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, implied kidnapping

pairing: criminal!toji x f!reader

summary: dozing off in a parking lot seems dangerous but it seems like the right thing to do. that is, until a mysterious man taps on your window.

you shouldn’t have trusted yourself. you’ve vowed to yourself not to drink tonight, especially when you were driving to the city by yourself. maybe one drink wouldn’t hurt, you thought. but that one drink led you to another until you eventually found yourself light headed and could barely walk in a straight line let alone drive home.

so now you decide it’s best to just stop in a random parking lot and doze off for a couple of hours until you’re certain that you’re sober and ready to continue your journey back home. thankfully the lights are on and there are a few other empty cars in the lot, giving you somewhat a sense of security.

even though you aren’t completely sane at the moment, you make sure the doors are locked, turn off the engine and roll your windows down slightly to allow ventilation. if you could avoid a possible car crash, might as well avoid dying from inhaling some fatal gas. so you push back your seat and close your eyes to let sleep take you over.

but it isn’t for long until you hear a knock on the window.

startled and confused, you instantly get up thinking it would be one of the securities patrolling the area, telling you to scram but you’re only met with a rather handsome man, tall and brawny standing next to your car.

he leans down to your eye level and glares at you intimidatingly before he speaks, “get out.”

in such a panicky situation, your heavy cluttered brain doesn’t really tell you what to do nor what the hell is happening so you only stare back at him tongue tied, unable to properly gauge the situation thanks to both chemicals in your system and adrenaline pumping through your veins.

“are you deaf?” he snarls with anger distorting his face.

the sharp eyes piercing through you coupled with the discernible scar on his lips go so well into his menacing demeanor and you’re aware he’s getting impatient. unsure of what to do, your hand reaches for your keys to turn on the engine, thinking it’s best to leave but he bangs on the window as if to tell you that isn’t what he wanted.

“i only told you to get out. so, get the fuck out. now.” toji waits for you to comply, but instead you just sit there frozen and he sighs in exasperation. “look, i have a fucking gun. and if you don’t do as i say, i won’t hesitate to shoot your brains off. you don’t need it anyway, right?”

toji fishes out his gun, waving it in front of you in warning. “and you’d be fucking dumb to think it isn’t loaded.”

the threatening sight of the firearm is finally what makes you unlock your doors and he immediately swings the door open and pulls you out from your vehicle by the wrist. toji eyes you up and down, taking a special interest in the mini skirt you don with a filthy smirk across his face. he peeks inside the car briefly, delighted over the fact that you’re all alone in the middle of the night– in some deserted parking lot, no less.

“where were you from?” he suddenly asks with less gruff in his tone. the eyes raking up and down your smaller frame so flagrantly makes you feel small and vulnerable.

you lick your lips to return moisture lost to parched skin as your eyes shift from his gun to his face. “a party.”

“a party, hm?” he does a double take on your whole skimpy outfit, sending a plethora of titillating thoughts to run in his head and waking up his primal instincts. he hasn’t gotten his dick wet for a while and opportunities don’t come by so easily when he’s a man on the run. he’d have to be an idiot to let this chance slip through his fingers.

“must’ve put a lot of thought on your outfit tonight. why don’t you give me a little twirl?”

toji deliberately taps the gun on the side of his thigh, reminding you what could happen if you either scream or run. getting the hint, you decide to entertain him, knowing well that you could end up with a bullet in any part of your body if you try to escape.

but do you oppose the idea of a sickeningly attractive man trying to check you out with a weapon in his hand? not really. if anything, the alarming nature of the affair only gives a delicious thrill to your already messed up nerves.

his predatory gaze is fixed on your voluptuous curves and the little sway of your hips as you gracelessly turn around in your heels, making blood rush straight down to his cock before telling you to stop.

“get in front of the car.” he urges.

“huh? why?”

toji cocks the loaded gun in front of you, his expression turning stern and serious once more. “no talking, just do it.”

you walk towards the front with the gun behind your head, careful not to miss your step until you’re facing your car.

“hands on the hood.” he demands, dark eyes silently watching you do as you’re told like a well-trained dog.

you’re certain he can see your ass cheeks peeking underneath the hem of your skirt as cold air hits your skin. the thought of a pair of eyes staring you down hungrily forms an anticipative knot to pull tightly in your stomach as your mind wonders about the dirty things he might and could do to you.

the next thing you feel is the cool metal of the barrel under your skirt, making you shudder as it caresses your puffy folds before dragging upwards to hike up the hem of your unbearably short skirt in favor of checking your panties but oh, what a delightful surprise– not a single thread underneath it all.

“no panties?” he bites back a groan when he notices the glistening slick coated around his black gun. “don’t tell me you’re getting off to this?”

“‘m not–” you deny meekly despite the blossoming heat between your thighs growing bigger when you feel the tip of the barrel against your drenched cunt again.

“don’t lie. you’re a little slut aren’t you? went to a party without your panties on– something tells me you’re an attention whore.” he mocks, poking the gun against your entrance only to observe your little squirms.

“not a slut!” you whine giddily as you spontaneously grind against the long barrel in seek of relief for the dull ache that has formed in your core.

“no? you’re gonna tell me you’re not jerking off to my gun right now?” he chastises with a satirical smile on his lips, feeling his cock harden even more from watching the way you’re eagerly rubbing against the gun he currently holds in his hand.

“i– i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you try not to let your words slur as you play coy, even when breaths are already hitching in your throat.

“oh yeah? ‘cause that cunt is positively leaking right now.” you whimper at his words, being bad and filthy never felt so good– especially to a man you don’t even know. “bet you want me to fill that needy cunt.”

“mhm!” you mewl, gyrating your hips even more salaciously once you manage to find an angle to rub your sensitive clit, sending waves of sensations to every fiber and nerve in your body.

“now that’s an honest little slut.” he coos with amusement lacing in his voice. “why don’t you beg for it?”

you tilt your head back towards him, bottom lip jutting out into a cute pout and eyes pleading. “please..?”

toji lets out a huff, “not good enough, sweetheart.”

your eyes narrow at him, hoping he can read the desperation in them as you call him in the softest mewl that you've used to numerous guys before. “daddy.”

“hmm?” he strokes your clit by rubbing the gun back and forth and watches you quiver with a lopsided grin across his face.

“w-want– need your cock, daddy.” you pant in a shameless expression of your need for him.

“what do you need daddy to do to you, pretty girl?” he studies the barrel, now smeared with your slick.

“need daddy to fuck me– fuck my little tight cunt.”

toji draws his gun away and raises it at the back of your head. “then, get on your knees.”

you don’t need to be told twice as you instantly turn around and face him, the gun now pointing directly to your forehead and follows you even until you’re already kneeled in front him.

“you went a little too fast there, didn’t you?” he chuckles, the sound is smoky and alluring. “so eager. now, take off my pants.”

your hand reaches up to unbuckle his belt and undo his button before pulling the zipper down and tugging off his pants and briefs hastily. your mouth waters at the sight; his thick cock is already throbbing, tip flushing red and leaking precum with a prominent vein on the underside – causing you to quickly disregard the life-threatening weapon in front of your head.

seeing you blatantly gawk at him causes pride to spiral in his chest, as if you’ve never seen a dick before. but is it bad for toji to assume that you've never seen a dick as big as his?

“getting nervous now?” he teases. “fuck that. put it inside your mouth.”

toji exhales sharply once your tongue carefully licks off the salty pre on the tip, rousing him further with only kitten licks until the barrel nudges your head in warning, forcing you to stop your ministrations.

“are you asking to get a hole through your head?” he scowls, showing apparent irritation.

“no.” you answer meekly.

“then? i told you to put it inside your fucking mouth.”

“‘m sorry, daddy.” you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and give it a few pumps up and down his shaft in hopes to please him and calm him down. “promise i’ll be a good girl.”

“then stop fucking around.”

without a second to waste, you wrap your lips around his cock and hollow your cheeks, squeezing and milking his cock with your tongue and throat as your head bobs up and down. you graze your tongue on the underside and slowly drag upwards, following the curve of his vein before giving a harsh suck on his tip, drawing out a loud groan from his throat.

“look at daddy.”

and you do, fixing your gaze with his darker ones as you slobber his cock with so much drool and you relax your throat in order to force yourself down to the base, devouring him whole even as he tilts the gun next to your head.

“wish i had my phone right now. you should see how you look.” his other hand reaches the top of your head, holding you in place and causes you to choke slightly before jerking his hips forward and begins to fuck your throat.

squelching noises resonate in the silent air, mingled with his grunts. drool starts to seep from the corners of your mouth and tears begin to well up in your eyes as his heavy balls slap against your chin.

“boys must really love you, hm?” you can feel the tension in his fingers as he puts monumental effort into restraining himself and he finally draws his gun away. “just taking it like a good girl.”

you can only whimper around his cock, the praise making you feel hotter that you find your hand between your thighs to push a finger inside your wet cunt.

“fuck– yeah, keep touching yourself like that.” he growls, the sound rumbling in his chest as the vibrations from your muffled moans are slowly sending him to the brink of an orgasm.

you’re too immersed by your own finger pumping in and out to even care about the ache that has formed on your jaw but the moment you feel his cock twitching, you both know it won’t be long until he breaks down.

“you’re gonna swallow all of it. got it?” he states more than questions, feeling his balls tightening as he starts to lose the last remaining control he owns.

you hum in response and flutter your eyes close and you wait until his hips still before he spurts thick ropes of cum down your throat, invading all your senses with the bitter taste of his load.

once he has emptied, you pull away with your tongue gliding along his length, not forgetting to lick off the sensitive slit to clean off any remnants.

“open your mouth.” he demands. you part your puffy lips and stick your tongue out, showing your obedience to his prior order and a delightful smirk makes its way on his face upon seeing that you’ve downed every drop of his cum. “good girl.”

“to be honest, i didn’t think you’d cum quickly.” you blurt out bluntly.

his brows furrow and his face contorts into a scowl. “‘fuck did you say?”

you shrug nonchalantly. you don’t know where it’s coming from either– the alcohol still lingering in your veins or the fact that you feel beyond proud that you’ve made him, some guy who claimed that he wanted to rob your car cum so fast. “well, all the guys told me i give the best head but none of them ever–”

“get up. face the car.”

toji clicks his tongue as you blink at him in confusion and he grabs your arm to pull you up on your feet before spinning you around and bending you down on the hood with his body pressing against your back. you swallow nervously when you feel a nudge against your ass, his dick is still hard despite the fact that he has cummed just a minute ago.

“you’re gonna regret that. once i fucking ravage that little cunt, you’re gonna be begging for me to cum quick.” he leans down to your ear as he threatens, sending shivers up and down your spine.

“i’m sor–”

“no. i won’t give a shit if it hurts you or when you cry for me to stop.”

toji gives a harsh smack on the plump flesh, making you jolt in surprise. with your hands down on the hood, he lifts up one of your knees on top of the car, causing you to spread wide open in an instant before he impatiently pokes the tip of his cock against your pulsating hole.

“but that’s what you want, right?”

your eyes roll back, lips parting in an appreciative squeal as you feel his fat cock stretches you out accompanied with a delicious burn when he sinks in deeper.

“mmh– s-so big–!”

“yeah? never had a dick this big before?” toji pulls out almost completely, eyes fixed on the cock glistening with your slick under the street lights, not missing the white cream attached onto the skin.

“n-no– ah–!”

toji cuts you off with one hard slam of his hips, drilling his cock into your tight pussy in a brutal pace while you keen and whimper as it brushes against your walls, each stretch and drag inside you so exquisite while deep crescent shapes of his nails form on your pliant skin as he holds you firmly by the hips for leverage.

“no wonder you’re so fucking tight. stupid boys didn’t know how to fuck you right.” his words thrum in a burst of heat as he growls in your ear, breaking through your every thought.

you tilt your head towards him with heavy lidded eyes and meet his lust addled gaze. your mouth is gaping in breathless moans, tongue slightly lolled out from your lips as you try to reach closer to his scarred lips, wanting to crash your lips onto his before it stretches into a devilish smirk and you feel warm liquid lands on your palate.

“you looked like you were begging to taste my spit.” he mocks. toji watches as you eagerly swallow it down your throat and he lets out a brittle chuckle. “dirty slut.”

your pussy flutters upon hearing how he degrades you, causing you to buck your hips wildly against him in an attempt to meet his thrusts.

“you liked that, didn’t you? i can feel you clamping down on me like a fucking whore.” he derides, fucking you harder and deeper until your world is reduced into nothing but the way he makes you feel completely stuffed and filled, the cockhead kissing your cervix with each deep strokes.

“please– make me cum, daddy–” you keen as pressure pulls taut in your lower stomach, the slick noises are so loud that the both of you can hear them even through your moans.

your body flushes against his, so close together and you can only focus on the sounds of flesh against flesh, the salacious rhythm making you more delirious.

“then, cum for me. let me feel you gush all over me.” toji brings his fingers to rub against your clit, easily tipping you over the edge by pressing tight circles until you find yourself crashing down with an orgasm exploding throughout your body.

“you want more?” he taunts, helping you ride out the aftershock by continuously rutting his hips into your cunt and not giving you the slightest chance to recuperate.

“ah– ‘s too much–” you whimper as soon as the pleasure begins to numb and you clutch onto his wrist tightly to try and pry his hand away from your sensitive clit.

“too much? don’t think that i’m done with you yet.”

toji finally draws away from you, but only turns you around to face him and effortlessly puts you on top of the hood with your elbows propping your weight. with his hands, he spreads and keeps your legs apart before sheathing his cock back inside your pulsing cunt again, completely mindless of your pathetic sobs. he lifts up your top, not surprised over the lack of bra underneath and he intently watches the way your tits bounce with each merciless pound of his cock.

“s-stop– please–” you whimper feebly as you try to shut your trembling legs together but he doesn’t budge and only keeps his grip on your thighs even tighter, stretching out your pussy for him wider.

“fucking take it.”

toji ignores your plea and his head dips low to your chest, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples and starts to flick it with his tongue coupled with harsh sucks until he pulls back with a pop and watches as the nipple stands erect before assaulting the other, swiftly sending sparks of pleasure down to the bundle of nerves.

“might as well keep you around. be my personal fucktoy. would you like that?” he grins up at you to see your jaw slacking, mouth falling in a wide ‘o’ as the burn down your core begins to cease.

“yesyesyes– make me your slut–!” your toes curl, making your heels drop down to the ground while your knuckles turn white from squeezing your hands into balled fists too hard.

“yeah? you’d do anything for a good fuck, huh?” he sneers at you, although he’s fascinated with your state of arousal.

“mhm– need daddy to fill me up with his cum–” your back rests against the car, reveling in the feeling of his cock abusing your swollen cunt like you’re nothing but a sex doll.

“but daddy’s not gonna cum yet. not even when you’re tightening around him like this.” toji slams your hips down closer to him, fucking into you deeper and harder with his heavy balls smacking your ass.

“t-too deep–! daddy, i’ll–” you babble, losing the ability to form cohesive words as you feel a strange knot twisting rapidly in your guts. the feeling is too intense and unbearable– the refined drags of his vein brushing against your spongy walls is anything but agonizing.

“come on. use your big girl words.” he drags out slowly and quickly pumps back into you ruthlessly. “or are you too dumb already?”

“i’m gonna–”

toji lifts up your legs over his shoulders as he leans down closer to you and he nips on your pulse point, causing your body to tense as your hands find home in his dark locks and tight shirt.

as soon as he lets go, your pupils are blown wide as pleasure washes throughout your body and you feel yourself gushing around the cock still buried inside you along with a broken moan from your lips. the release is oddly more relieving than your prior orgasm, making your body feel lighter as your mind ascends to a state of euphoria. you find yourself panting heavily as you squirt all over him, staining his black shirt with clear fluid and with some of it dribbling down to his thick thighs.

“making such a mess on daddy.” he groans as he feels your walls convulse around him rapidly, milking his cock dry and slowly dragging him down to his own high for the second time of the night.

you can only look at him in a cockdaze with no particular thoughts running inside your head, each one formed gone like popping bubbles. your eyes glued onto every bit of his features; the brows furrowed in concentration, the lips parting in grunts, the damp matted hair against his forehead and you drink the sight of it all even when you’re not sure if you’ll remember it all the next morning.

“fuck– it’d be a shame to not cum inside this pretty cunt, right?” his thrusts turn sporadic, dick twitching as a telltale of his pending orgasm that’s soon to crash down over him. he didn’t need to hear your answer as he ruts into you faster, hips stuttering out of control before a low, guttural sound escapes his throat as he shoots hot ropes of cum, flooding into your womb and stuffing you full with his seed.

and once he lets go of your legs you can feel your whole body sore all over, but you can’t bring yourself to care nor whatever is going to happen after this when the man in front of you has given you what you truly wanted and made you feel satiated like you’ve never felt before.

toji pulls out his spent cock and runs a hand through his hair before putting his pants back on. a cocky smirk graces his lips at the sight of your fucked out body, still splayed on top of the hood with his cum dribbling out from your pussy.

he presses your cheeks together with one hand and forces you to look at him, even as your lids are getting heavy to lift.

“i was serious about you being my fucktoy– and stealing your car.” he cackles. “so, do you wanna be in the back seat or do you prefer the trunk?”

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[cyancherub]

HELP that gino/kogami drabble got me shaking like a tiny dog. I'm not usually into scummy men but lawd those two could get it.

Alternatively, I have been thinking very hard since the initial threesome post abt enforcers kogami and ginoza who make it their mission to take care of their sweet little inspector both on and off the field. They don't want her hue to cloud, and what better way to relieve all that stress and worry than by fucking it out of her?

R & R  |  kougami s. & ginoza n.

PAIRING.  enforcer!kougami x inspector fem!reader x enforcer!ginoza

LENGTH.  2.5k words (also available to read on ao3)

NOTES.  i saw ‘relieve all that stress’ and my clit hit the gd keyboard. sorry the banner is ugly i did it in 2 minutes

EXTRA.  this was on a loop as i wrote alksdlka

SYNOPSIS.  no one knows how to help you blow off steam quite like your subordinates do.

CONTENT.  dubcon (they’re all a little intoxicated), voyeurism (kougami likes to watch), teasing, massage / heavy petting, fingering, ass play, anal, threesome (double penetration), size kink, spit, smoking + oral fixation, cockwarming, power imbalance (she’s their superior but they flip it on her).  they aren’t scummy per se, but they are a bit scheming in a soft way

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It starts off innocent. At least, for the most part.

Your Enforcers are good to you. Protective, well-meaning. Ginoza especially. Kougami’s always a little aloof, but Ginoza asks as soon as he sees the tremor in your fingers.

“Are you alright, Inspector?”

Earnest.

“Yeah,” you lie through a shaky voice. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine. It was just a long day.”

His face is sympathetic. “It was a rough mission. Anyone would be a little shaken up. We get it.”

We. Kougami’s smoking with his back against the wall. There’s still blood on his shirt from the mission. He’s quiet, but there’s concern in his eyes. Even if it’s a little hard to find.

“Yeah.” You pause, to take a deep breath, with both of their eyes on you. “I’ll just — I’ll just go home. I’ll sleep it off.”

You busy yourself aimlessly neatening stacks of paper that don’t really need to be neatened. Above your head, a subtle glance is exchanged. A glance of concern, and of something else.

A big hand squeezes your shoulder. 

“Hey,” Ginoza says. “You can come over and have a drink with us, if you want. Kou and I were gonna decompress for a little bit. You’re always welcome to join us.”

Spending time with your subordinates. With latent criminals. It’s not a great idea. You’re already stressed from the mission, and you should be careful not to cloud your hue even more. It could happen if you spend too much time around them. Especially both of them at once. You’ve been warned of that several times over.

Even if the promise is to decompress, you probably shouldn’t.

But you do.

For whatever reason, you find yourself following Ginoza to his room, with Kougami’s footsteps close behind. Big guard dogs — one ahead, one behind. This is just how it feels in the field. Secure, shielded. They’re tall. Capable. They’re men who always protect you and make you feel safe.

They’re men who sit a polite distance away when you settle into the worn sofa for the first time — Kougami a couple feet to your left on the couch, Ginoza on the armchair nearby.

Kougami cracks your beer open before his own; Ginoza drinks something dark in a short glass, leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees.

You take a few sips, rolling your head on your shoulders.

“Tense?”

Kougami talks through the cigarette as he lights it. Tie loose, shirt hanging a little open. Eyes sleepy. Curious.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “A little.”

“The muscle might be knotted,” Ginoza says, watching your fingers as you knead at your own neck.

“I think it is.”

Another swig of your beer, another glance exchanged when you’re not really paying attention to their eyes.

“One good thing about the metal arm,” laughs Ginoza, “is that my fingers don’t get tired.” 

You miss the little smile on his friend’s mouth before he clarifies. “What I mean is, I can get the knot out. That’s if you need me to, Inspector.”

He’s always so obliging. If only a little formal.

You think about it, studying the label of your beer, listening to Kougami’s cigarette crackle. You feel better already. Lighter. Like the stress is melting away. And Ginoza just looks so well-meaning.

“Okay.”

Maybe the alcohol is going to your head, making you a little bold, because when he moves to stand, you tell him to stay. You almost bark it like an order, like a command to a dog. You almost say it the way you sometimes order them around in the field, when the stress is high. A force of habit.

They understand that.

“Sorry, Gino,” you laugh, bashful. “Sorry. Don’t get up. I’ll come to you.”

The alcohol is definitely going to your head, you think. Because you’re a little fuzzy when you stand, and your face is a little hot, and for some reason, when you walk over to him, you sit on his lap.

That’s definitely not something you should be doing to a subordinate. 

But you’re already listening to him laugh a little from behind you — a breathless laugh, a nervous laugh. How cute, you think, tilting your head. 

You move your hair to the side, exposing your neck to the man behind you as you raise your gaze. When you bring your eyes all the way upward, they lock with Kougami’s.

Still on the couch, in the same place, in the same position. Face as cold as ever, except for the amusement playing at his lips as he lifts his beer to his mouth, with the cigarette resting between the fingers of the same hand.

He watches. Eyes on you, as Ginoza places his right hand on your shoulder — light. Fingers warm and soft. And then his left comes to your exposed neck, cool metal fingers pressing into the skin.

Working the knot out.

“How’s he doing, Inspector?” Kougami asks. A little sardonic, you think.

“Good.”

Really good — cool fingers firm on your neck, rhythmic, massaging the tension out. His other hand drops to your waist, squeezes softly, and your head gets hazier.

“It feels perfect.”

There’s a growth starting under your ass. A growth in his lap, pressing up against you, firm and insistent.

From behind, in a soft voice — ”Good. That’s all we want. To make you feel better.”

“That’s right.” Kougami takes a swig of his beer. Licks the liquid from his lips. “Did he get all the tension out? Or is there still some left?”

“Most of it’s gone.”

Ginoza’s fingers leave your neck.

But —

Both of his hands squeeze at your waist. Your breaths hitch when they start to brush down your sides. All the way down. Down your hips, a light touch all the way down your outer thighs, until his fingers trail inward above your knees, tugging your legs open gently.

“But?”

Then he’s skimming them upward. Fingers grazing up your inner thighs, slow.

“I think —” you gasp, head hazy, “I think there’s still some tension left.”

Kougami smiles lazily from the couch. “Is there something we can do for you, Inspector?”

You nod.

Ginoza talks this time, with his fingers skimming up and down your inner thighs. “Anything you want.”

“Anything you need,” Kougami agrees, blowing smoke.

Gray eyes, cold eyes, fixed on his friend’s deft fingers — watching them knead your tits, rubbing you gently through your clothes as your breaths pick up.

“What do you need from us, Inspector?” asks Ginoza, looking down from behind your shoulder, fingers running down your stomach, until they’re on the button of your pants.

I need…

“This?” 

Your button comes undone. Your zipper is pulled down. Slow.

Yes. That.

“And what else?” 

Relief, you say breathlessly, I need relief.

Kougami’s almost finished with his beer. 

“You know we’ll do anything you ask,” he says, watching Ginoza pull your pants down your thighs.

All the way off, leaving your legs bare. Ginoza’s hands envelop the underside of your thighs, pulling them gently outward, until your legs are spread over his — feet outside of his thighs, planted on the cushion of the chair.

Kougami takes another swig with his eyes on your pussy. The wet spot on the crotch of your panties grows. Spreads, dark, as metal fingers circle your clit through your panties, gentle. Then his eyes lift, meeting his friend’s gaze over your shoulder.

“...That’s our job, after all.” 

“You can ask for anything you want,” Ginoza says softly.

“My panties — I…”

“Do you want me to take them off? Do you want me to touch you?”

A feverish nod, and then he’s pulling them down. Exposing you, so you’re bare for the two of them, shuddering on Ginoza’s clothed lap, with his stiff cock pressed up against you and a metal finger nudging softly through your pussy. It’s hard and cold when it circles your clit, slick with your juices.

Kougami watches your mouth drop open, inhaling from the cigarette until his mouth is full of smoke. “How’s your stress, Inspector?”

His beer is empty.

“More,” you mumble.

“There’s more stress? More tension?”

“M-mhm.”

Kougami pauses, studying you. Watching the pleasure on your face.

“You think it’d help if he was inside of you?”

You nod — breathless. Hazy, but eager. Metal fingers work gently at your clit; Ginoza’s other hand comes to your fluttering pussy and pushes one slender finger into your weeping slit, soft and slow.

“You think it’d help if he fucked the tension out?” Kougami muses. “If he made you feel all better?”

A mumble — an affirmative. His eyes dart upward.

“You think you can make our sweet Inspector feel all better, Gino?” 

When Ginoza speaks, it’s directed at you. Obliging, sweet, into your ear, with his neck craned forward over your shoulder. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

He adjusts, brings his hands underneath you to pull his slacks down. Enough so that the two of you are bare against each other. Skin to skin, his cock pressed up against you, hot and pulsing. Your head floats. Groggy.

Where do you want me?

Anywhere.

The two of them look upward, at each other, sharing a private smile. In this position, with you facing outward on his lap, it only makes sense —

“Loosen her up, Gino.”

Ginoza drags two deft fingers under the wetness oozing from your needy slit and slides the liquid backward. He runs your own slick over your ass — works at the tight little hole with smooth metal fingers slicked up from your juices. Little circles, soft prods, gentle, until the tight muscle spreads open for him.

“You’re gonna take it so well, sweetheart,” he says, slipping one slick finger into your ass. Deeper — slowly, until it’s swallowed up completely. “I know you are.”

They’re patient. Both of them. Kougami watches, smoking, while Ginoza gives you a little at a time. A little more, and then a little more, until your ass is stretched open around three metal fingers. Until you’re gasping, with your pussy empty, neglected, and dripping onto his lap. Until your ass is ready for something bigger.

Are you ready for me? 

You take it with Kougami’s eyes roaming, watching his stiff cock leak a patch of precum onto his slacks. You take it with your feet planted, with your ass fluttering on the tip, Ginoza’s hands light on your waist, and his voice in your ear while you start to sink down.

Does it feel good? Do you like it when I stretch your little ass out on my cock? You’re so sweet. Are you feeling better yet?

Your words come out jumbled as he stretches you out. But you keep taking it, deeper and deeper — sinking down slowly, your insides lubricated by the precum seeping out of his dick. Moans tumble from your lips, more obscene the more you take — lewd sounds that make Kougami’s lips quirk up around the cigarette while his eyes flit from your face to your empty, clenching pussy.

The more he fills you, the closer to relief you feel. The tension is high. Unbearable. Your body can barely take it; your insides are starting to twitch even as you’re still sliding down the length of his cock. Your pussy is painfully empty, but your ass is stuffed so full that you’re already close.

And when he’s finally buried all the way inside — when the ring of your ass clenches around the base of his dick, and the tip presses into some spot deep in you that makes you gasp — Ginoza puts two soft fingers on your clit and rubs.

And just like that, you’re spilling over, and your ass is clenching again and again on his cock. Kougami watches his friend make you cum — the lewd faces you make, the fingers circling your clit while your muscles contract — with a sort of mild amusement.

He takes a long drag from his cigarette. Teasing, while Ginoza pants, trying to hold off from the feeling of you cumming on him.

“Can you even last to give her another, Gino?”

“As many as she wants.” A little shaky. 

But there’s something else you want, too. Something else you’re eyeing out, even though you’ve just barely come down from your high.

“Kougami—”

You say it with your eyes on his dick, and with Ginoza rubbing your sides, still buried all the way inside.

“Something wrong?” Kougami asks. Flat, nonchalant.

“Are you…”

You trail off, but he understands. Are you just going to watch?

“Well, I don’t mind a show,” he says, with a smile. “But, really, Inspector, it’s all up to you.” 

From behind your shoulder — “Don’t be cruel.” 

“I guess you’re right,” Kougami grins. He takes a final drag from the cigarette, holds the smoke in his mouth as he leans over the table and puts his cigarette out on the ashtray. 

He speaks through puffs of smoke as he rises from the couch, loosening his tie. “I haven’t been very helpful, have I?” 

“You think?” Ginoza asks.

“Well,” he says — unzipping his slacks as he approaches you, watching Ginoza pull you backward against his chest and spread your thighs open for him — “how’s your stress, Inspector? Better yet?”

Not yet.

He didn’t think so. Not with the way you’re looking up at him — small, needy, desperate — as he towers over the chair.

When he takes his cock out, it’s already dripping, but he spits on his hand anyway. Slides his fist over the throbbing length of it, before leaning his weight on the arm of the chair. He’s still jerking his dick when he brings it to your fluttering pussy.

Ginoza’s still buried deep in your ass, and your entrance is tight, tiny, as he slots the head of his dick against it.

“Do you think you can take us both?” 

A little nod.

His fingers wrap around your throat. Not tight. Just enough to feel your pulse hammer.

It quickens as he starts to sink in. Makes him grit his teeth. Behind you, Ginoza hisses — a sharp inhale as everything gets tighter.

Kougami looks at your face while he sinks his cock into you. Eyes on yours, watching them flutter while he buries himself deep. He watches your expression — watches your eyebrows knit up, your eyes roll back.

When you start to moan, he squeezes your throat a little. Just the slightest pressure, enough to make your voice come out breathy.

He keeps his hand on your throat even when his mouth meets yours. Cigarettes and alcohol on his tongue, and then on yours. Ginoza’s mouth meets your shoulder — soft moans spilling onto the skin, fingers digging softly into the flesh of your thighs — while Kougami stretches your pussy out. 

Kougami fucks you with his mouth on yours, asking if this is the relief you needed — if this is enough for you yet, or if you want them to give you some more.

Because they’ll give you whatever you need.

Really, Inspector, it’s all up to you.

[adoringhaikyuu]

when their teammate has a crush on you

characters: kageyama, kenma, oikawa, tanaka

warnings: nothing, just some pouty boys and possessiveness

notes: i stumbled upon @kageyuji​‘s take on this while i was writing! so i thought i might as well give them a shoutout! 

kageyama:

you already know this boy speaks up with no shame

and he will glare at anyone who gets in his way or on his nerves, especially when they do anything to you

so when hinata doesn’t even try to hide that he likes you, saying boldly “well why should i lie?” 

you could only imagine the rage that kageyama is feeling

he doesn’t even want you in the same room as hinata sjkdfghsdj

he will pick either you or hinata up and take you away, depending on the situation

or he’ll take hinata’s face in his hand and just throw him away

but the boy always bounces right back, somehow unharmed and you’re grateful for that 

but anyway it’s not that hinata is necessarily trying to break the two of you up, it’s more that he’s genuinely confused as to why you’re with kageyama

“how could you possibly like this bully? is there something wrong with you?” 

he got chased by kageyama immediately after saying that––

your eyes widened as you saw a flash of orange jump in front of you as you walked towards the gym, ready to meet kageyama to go home. “y/n! y/n! could you please throw some balls for us?! yachi had to go home but we really wanna practice some more!” 

you stepped back and your boyfriend came out of nowhere, practically smacking the other boy out of the air, leaving him to crouch on the ground, clutching the top of his head as he scowled at the dark-haired boy. “calm down you idiot! y/n doesn’t have to if they don’t want to! they’re probably tired anyway and just wanna go home.” he turned to you and gave you a small smile. “you wanna go?” 

you looked between the two. “i mean...i can help you guys practice for a little bit.”

the other boy sprung up again. “oh! thank you! thank you!” 

your boyfriend bowed his head quickly. “thank you.”

you smiled up at him and he felt his cheeks redden. “of course, tobio.” a smile spread on his face as well but it was short-lived as hinata spoke up, suddenly inches away from the two of you. 

“what’s up with your face? why do you look like that?” 

kageyama scowled down at him. “nothing’s wrong with my face! what’s wrong with your face?!” 

“why are you yelling at me?!” hinata turned to you, “he’s so mean! how are you with him?” he looked down and mumbled to himself, “i wouldn’t treat you like this...”

kageyama’s eyes widened with rage. “what was that?!” 

“n––nothing!” the smaller boy backed up, eyes wide with fear. 

“you know what? we’re leaving.” kageyama stormed into the gym and quickly got his things, ignoring hinata’s pleas.

“aw what? why?! come on kageyama!” he turned to you, “y/n please––”

suddenly you were facing your boyfriend’s back as he stood in front of you to glare at the other boy. “don’t even think about it. we’re done for today.” he turned to you and grabbed your hand, tightening his hold when you waved goodbye to a pouting hinata. 

when you were almost off the premises you looked up at kageyama. “you know you’re kinda hot when you’re jealous,” you smirked up at him and he stuttered in shock.

“what–i–you––”

you laughed and kissed the back of his hand softly, immediately giving him a nosebleed. you handed him a tissue which he gratefully took, glaring at you weakly. 

“you know i’m yours, right?” 

he swallowed and blinked a couple times before nodding once. 

“then you have nothing to worry about, okay?”

he started muttering to himself, the only words you could make out being “idiot” and “dumbass”. you placed your hands on his cheeks and he stopped and looked down at you, eyes wide. 

“okay, tobio?”

he nodded. “okay.” he paused. “but that doesn’t mean i’m going to be nicer to that idiot––”

you laughed. “yeah baby, i know.” 

kenma:

let’s say you’d been dating kenma for a while now, a little lowkey 

and everything is fine, everything is going really well

kenma likes it when you hang around the team, the team likes you

you’re like a part of the squad

and kenma’s feeling great about it 

until lev comes along––

kenma already doesn’t like this boy, he doesn’t even know how to hit a ball properly––

but when kenma notices the way the tall boy blatantly stares at you during practice, the way he always tries to butt into your conversations and show off to you...

kenma’s practically radiating angry chihuahua energy, the air around him red and he looks like he’s two seconds away from biting––

if lev interrupts your convo w him sometimes he’d just stare at the boy deadpanned and go back to his conversation with you, “anyway–”

or he’d take your hand and lead you away

or he’d literally just say “go away, lev.” and the poor boy would just pout and whine, “aww what? why?” 

one time lev tried to tag along on one of your dates and you had to step in front of kenma so he wouldn’t kick the boy in the shins or something

lev really wasn’t trying to do any harm, he was just a big lanky puppy who had a little crush on you

but still, kenma wasn’t having any of that

kuroo leaned on the wall next to where kenma was leaning against it, sipping his water during their ten minute break. he smirked down at his friend teasingly, “so what are you gonna do about your new competition?”

kenma wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, putting the bottle on the floor as he practically snarled. “shut up.”

“woah,” kuroo smiled, raising his hands up in mock surrender. “put your claws away, man. i’m just asking.” 

kenma simply grumbled in response, making his friend laugh.

“well you should think fast cause it looks like he’s getting real close to y/n right now––”

kenma’s head snapped up immediately and his jaw clenched when he took in the sight across the gym. lev was lying on the bench, practically half his body folded, his legs bent on the ground, his head on your lap, his eyes closed. 

kenma huffed and stomped over to you two, some of his other teammates jumping out of his way when they felt the almost deadly aura around him. he stopped right in front of you and you looked up at him.

he blinked. “why is lev on you?”

you shrugged, “he said his head was hurting and then just plopped his head in my lap.”

said boy finally opened his eyes and perked up, “oh hi kenma! my head’s been hurting from all this hard practice so i thought i’d rest a bit.”

your boyfriend’s eye twitched. “on y/n?” 

“yeah!” the boy smiled, somehow completely oblivious to the setter’s rage. “they’re real soft, you know––”

“yes.” kenma interrupted, blunt as ever. “i know.” 

noticing the increasing tension, you spoke up. “hey lev?” he looked at you happily. “your head’s feeling better now, right?” 

“well i guess so...”

“maybe you should go get some water and some fresh air then, yeah?”

he pouted, “but maybe i should stay for just a little longer–” kenma was about to pop a blood vessel. 

“trust me,” you guided him up gently. “this is what’s best for your health.”

as soon as he agreed and walked away from you, you looked up at your boyfriend with a smile on your face and pat your thighs. he eagerly took lev’s place and looked up at you with a furrow in his brows that you were quick to smooth out with your thumb, smiling when he visibly melted at your touch. you ran your fingers through his scalp to calm him down and he purred, leaning into your hands. 

“stupid lev...” he mumbled to himself and you laughed, leaning down to kiss his forehead, making him blush immediately.

“you have nothing to worry about, okay? i’m yours.”

he blinked, trying to calm his heartbeat, a small smile on his face. “good.” 

oikawa:

alright let’s switch things up a lil bit and mention someone i’ve personally like never seen mentioned in this scenario

let’s say mad dog likes you

oh boy

so at first oikawa thinks he’s seeing things

but once he notices how kyoutani opens the door for you, the way his eyes linger on you a little more when you come to practices or to the games, the way he gives you a small smile every now and then––

kyoutani doesn’t smile for anybody!!––

oikawa’s eyes narrow and he gets a bad feeling in his gut 

otherwise known as jealousy

now he knows you’d never leave him or anything like that, but the fact that you start getting closer to the walking time bomb and you become the only other person that he listens to besides iwaizumi––

oikawa doesn’t like that at all

he’d get all pouty and would literally drag you away from your conversations with the younger boy, almost whimpering when he glares and practically growls at him

“where is y/n-chan??” oikawa asked to no one in particular, his hands on his hips. 

kindaichi stopped and picked up one of the stray balls on the floor, “oh i saw y/n outside with kyoutani.”

“what?!” oikawa pracitcally shrieked, making the younger boy jump. he mumbled to himself, “i swear we need to get mad dog a collar with bells on it––” he stomped over to where the two of you were, a strained smile on his face as he noticed you laughing, kyoutani’s cheeks slightly pink.

“well what do we have here?” he said forceful but cheerful. 

you looked to your boyfriend with a smile and kyoutani simply glared at him, but then again, that was just his face. “oh we were just getting some fresh air. are you done practicing your serves?”

“i sure am.” he smiled, pulling you close to him by your waist and pressing an obnoxiously loud and wet kiss to your cheek which you immediately wiped off with a grimace, which he did not appreciate. “y/n-chan!” he whined, “that’s not very nice!” 

“well don’t make it so wet next time,” you rolled your eyes. 

noticing the other boy still hadn’t made a move to leave, your boyfriend spoke up. “shouldn’t you be leaving now, mad dog?”

you smacked his chest and he yelped. “don’t be so rude, tooru. he was keeping me company while you did your extra practice, you know.”  

he pouted and looked to the ground.

“i should be getting home, anyway.” the blond spoke up gruffly. his eyes softened almost imperceptibly as he looked at you. “see you, y/n.”

you smiled, “bye kyou.” 

“bye mad-dog!” your boyfriend practically sang, as he looked over his shoulder at the boy leaving. he turned back to you and you pursed your lips at his behavior, making his shoulders droop in shame. 

“you’re such a big baby, you know that?” although you insulted him, your voice was soft and he couldn’t help but smile at the way you cooed at him, your hands holding his cheeks. “but you’re my baby, okay? stop worrying so much about kyoutani.” 

he nodded. “okay...” his eyes widened hopefully, “can i get a kiss please?”

you smiled and shook your head, before leaning in. he really was a baby sometimes.  

tanaka:

you already know this boy is loud

and he likes to show off what’s his because he’s just so proud that you’re his and he loves to fawn over you

so he’ll always have a hand on you, an arm around you and he’ll always shower you in compliments whenever he sees you

a total simp

and that’s just in general

so when his friend likes you ??? bruh

let’s just say nishinoya thinks you’re kinda cute,,, okay really cute and his crush only (unwillingly) grew for you after you started dating tanaka and hanging out with them all the time

he’d be really excited whenever you were around, a pink tint covering his cheeks, a smile glued to his face

he’d try to show off during practice and games, looking to you after he lands a successful rolling thunder

and tanaka would be growling in the corner sdfghj

he’d literally try to one up his friend immediately and would scream to you in the stands “I LOVE YOU BABY THIS ONE IS FOR YOU!!”

after they win he’d pull you into a crushing hug and give you loud kisses all over your face 

he’d do the most and then he’d smile all smug making sure everyone including nishinoya saw 

you laughed as noya jumped several feet in the air to high five you after winning their game, a bright smile on his face. “did you see that last receive i did y/n? did you?” 

you nodded, laughing. “yes i did noya, it was really impressive.” 

his cheeks turned pink and he ducked his head, scratching the back of his head nervously as he waved you off. “ah it wasn’t all that...it was pretty good though, huh?” 

before you could respond, you saw a flash of movement in front of you before you were suddenly being hoisted into the air. you gasped and wrapped your arms and legs around your boyfriend, “ryu!––” 

“hey baby!” he practically yelled, smiling up at you and not so subtly walking away from his best friend with you in his arms. “did you see me hit that last spike? your man looked pretty good out there, huh? better than everyone else right?” 

daichi who was walking by the two of you quickly hit the back of tanaka’s head in warning, hearing his words. “watch it––”

tanaka turned his head, “uh i mean you looked great too captain! couldn’t have done this without you––”

“yeah yeah,” he walked away, rolling his eyes and you laughed yet again, grabbing your boyfriend’s attention. 

he looked up at you with wide eyes, squeezing his arms around you tighter and you smiled, putting your hand on his cheek. he nuzzled into your touch softly and you pressed a kiss to his lips, making him blush immediately. “of course i was watching you, and yes you looked very very good out there. i’m so proud of you.” 

he smiled wide but tried to act oblivious when you went on, “you know you kinda interrupted my conversation earlier with––”

“well anyway! i think we should get going now--” he spoke far too loud, walking faster from the gym, making you shake your head at his adorably possessive behavior. 

you leaned your head on his shoulder fondly, “you know you can be ridiculous sometimes ryu...”

he huffed quietly, “well you still love me right?”

you smiled. “always.” 

[kingdaddydaichi]

NSFW Alphabet || Katsuki Bakugou

I had so much fun with this! Vodka may or may not have been involved in the making of this little ditty. 🍸 I hope you shameless hussies enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 😩

*Exhibit A:

(Source)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he gets clingy asf, but plays it off like it's something he's doing for your sake. He'll probably never admit that he feels so vulnerable after sex, but he does. If it was a rough session - which it usually is with him - he'll ask if you're okay, if you're hurt anywhere, kiss any marks he left on you - he's such a protective hero boi.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: he's not gonna lie, he's fully aware of how well-endowed he is. He really is proud of his cock, the way it makes you sing when he works it - and he knows how to work it okay? Favorite non-sexual body part - his arms. He works hard to keep them cut (as in lifting, not cutting). 😬

Yours: listen, Katsuki is an ass man through and through. Go ahead and tell me I'm wrong, I'm 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 listening 👏🏼. He loves to watch the subtle ripples he sends through your ass cheeks when he's driving into you from behind. Also, our big scary boomboom man appreciates a nice, thicc pair of thighs. Bonus points if they're muscular/toned - he loves the way it feels when your thighs have such a strong grip around him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's just say our boy's orgasms are explosive. He cums hard and loud, shooting long ropes of his hot seed. Consistency is about average, not too thick, not to thin, but there's a lot of it. He doesn't taste too bad - salty, but not too bitter. You're more likely to gag from the sheer volume and force of his cum hitting the back of your throat than the flavor.

His precum gets honorable mention here. It's fucking delicious. That is all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It took him no less than 2 years into your relationship to tell you this, and if you ever tell anyone he might actually kill you, or at the very least make your ass bleed. He hasn't gotten to the point that he's ready to try it yet, but he's not entirely opposed to the idea of you pegging him. Someday. It kinda does make his balls tingle a little just thinking about it tbh. He hasn't yet, but he thinks he might be ready to try working up to it and is really close to asking you to stick a finger in his ass and stroke his prostate. He's heard how good it feels and he's super curious to find out for himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced, actually. He's only had 1 or 2 lovers before you, BUT he's determined to be #1 at everything. Couple that with how perceptive he is and you've got yourself a winner of a loverboy. He's going to make damn sure that, even if things don't work out between you two, he will always ALWAYS be the best you've ever had. No other man will outdo him, E-V-E-R.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle all the way, baby. As stated before, he loves watching your booty jiggle every time he slams his hips against it. He gets off on spreading your ass cheeks to watch his slick-coated cock slide in and out of you. God he just loves hitting it from behind, makes his dick so fucking hard.

Bonus 2nd Favorite Position (couldn't help myself): you on your back with your ankles on his shoulders, your ass lifted off the bed, him on his knees and hugging those thick thighs of yours, keeping them closed as he reams into you. (Slight variation of this one: he leans over you, nearly folding you in half, putting you back on your shoulders with his hands pressing into the mattress beside you, angling you such that his prominent corona rubs over your g-spot as he drills down into you. 10/10 you're gonna scream his name when (not if) your liquid gushes all over him.)

Tell me the truth, am I a disgusting human being? Here are all the fucks I give:

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bakugou is serious asf about his sex game. This is not the time to joke around or poke fun at him, understand me? If you do he will get pissed and either fuck the silly out of you, or if he's feeling particularly ruthless he'll just stop altogether and let you ache for him as punishment until you beg him for release.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He takes care of his body, paying a lot of attention to his hygiene, which includes manscaping to keep his pubic hair trimmed and kempt. The carpet's just a shade darker than the drapes, like a honey blond. If he lets it grow out, it sticks straight out just like his head hair. It's actually kind of funny and he hates it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

*sigh* Let's be honest. Katsuki is not the super romantic type, at least not outwardly. However, if he realizes something he's doing is hurting you - physically or emotionally - he's going to stop dead in his tracks and hold you close, push his fingers through your hair, and tell you how much he loves you and how safe you are. He can be rough and he can be an asshole, but if he thinks he's genuinely hurt you at all, he's all over you, doing everything he can to make you understand that he will never let anyone hurt you, especially not himself. Got that?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jack off very often. You two share a very active sex life so he doesn't see the need to. If you have to be apart for more than a day or two, he'll rub one out. Or if the need hits him particularly hard and you're not available or in the mood, he's not above closing his eyes and reaching into his pants to wrap his thick fingers around his cock and start tugging.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lord Baby Jesus, where do I even begin? Kinky, kinky Katsuki. This man should come with warning signs and disclaimers.

First of all, he dom asf okay? Even if he lets you play with his ass someday, he's gonna be bratty about it. He's going to top from the bottom, hashtag facts. And trust that he WILL own you afterwards to securely reestablish his dominance.

Giving and Receiving: Hair pulling. DIRTY TALK - you think he's got a potty mouth in the streets? His mouth is downright filthy between the sheets. Loves it when you dirty talk right back to him. "You love taking my fat cock, don't you princess?" "Mm yessss, fuck me, Katsuki! Your cock feels so fucking good babyyy!" He eats that shit up.

Giving Only: Degradation. Praise. Spanking. Cockwarming. Dom/sub/power play. Shibari/ropework (he tried it bc you wanted to and he fucking loved it). Creampies. Begging. Discipline. Ravishment.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere inside your home/homes - bed, bathroom/kitchen countertops, kitchen/dining table, office desk/chair, any piece furniture is fair game really, up against a wall, washer/dryer, the fucking floor, ugh just all the places to fuck. Not one square foot is sacred tbh.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Wear something that showcases the curve of your butt. Doesn't have to be revealing per se, matter of fact he'll get possessive as fuck if you're showing too much skin in public. At home/privately though? He can't help himself. Dat ass tho...he is going to smack it hard enough that it stings and that's final, understand?

Tease him. You can't be obvious about it though. If he senses that you're doing it on purpose, it'll just backfire. But if you just so happen to brush against his crotch when you squeeze past him, it'll drive him crazy. Go commando in short shorts/skirt and cross your legs just so, his dick will twitch. Even better if you do shit like this in public where you know he won't act on it. But when you get home you best believe he's going to dick you down so hard, won't even bother to take said shorts or skirt off.

His ears and neck are his most sensitive erogenous zones. Whisper in his ear or kiss his neck and he's going to grit his teeth in an effort to fight back the shudder that threatens to rattle his bones.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Let's get one thing straight. Katsuki Bakugou does not share. This is non-negotiable. He will not agree to anything involving additional people - cuckolding, threesomes, orgies, exhibitionism, voyeurism (unless it's him watching you pleasure yourself - that he will gladly do, and probably start palming himself in the process).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving and receiving. Giving puts him in full control of your pleasure, receiving makes him feel like you're worshipping his cock, which you probably are. Have you seen this man's cock? Of course you have. Gatdamn.

Y'all, Katsuki's so good at eating pussy. Like how does one get that good at eating pussy? I don't even know, but god the way he flicks his hot tongue over your precious, tiny bud before wearing it down like a fucking feed bag? It's unnatural. Like it could be his backup quirk if blowing shit up doesn't work out. You've seen the way he licks his lips when he gets excited, everyone has.* He doesn't even bother swallowing while he's feeding on you so you just be dripping in slick and saliva and he's just slurping away. It's lewd.

*See Exhibit A above.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You already know this, but I'll say it anyway. His go-to fucking style is fast and rough, dominant and relentless, hard and dirty. But every once in a while he'll want to take you slow and deep and passionate. He'll hold you so tight in his arms and chest, you'll have to tap his shoulder sometimes to let you breathe. And he'll just roll his hips so fucking thoroughly both of you will feel every last inch, his pubic bone rubbing your clit so hard. You've told him so many times how much you love it when he makes love to you like this, but he maybe makes it a rare treat on purpose. 😈 Little shit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are difficult for our boy. It's not that he's against them, it's just that he savors every drop of sensuality, he has a tendency to draw the pleasure out as long as possible. He can’t help it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The idea of having public sex turns him on, but he's only done it with you a couple of times when he was 10000% sure you wouldn't be caught. He can't risk doing anything that would tarnish his reputation and goal of becoming the #1 Hero. He might be freaky as hell, but he needs a sex scandal like an Alaskan needs a refrigerator.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He loves you long time. He's a Taurus for fuck's sake (well, Aries/Taurus cuspie, but that just sweetens the deal). Great stamina. Grinds you down like a whetstone. Can last as long as he needs to to ensure you cum for him as many times as it takes for you to beg him to stop. If he feels himself getting too close while you're blowing him, he'll stop you and go down on you instead. If he's inside of you, he'll pull out and start kissing all over your body, sucking, nipping, licking until his urge to cum passes, then he pushes it right back in and keeps going.

If on the off-chance he does cum before you, he'll be ready to go again in about 20-30 mins. Just give him some motivation, he deserves it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn't own any toys when you first got together, but you did. He hated the idea of you using them though, especially when he's right there with you. You've since assured him that you don't want to use them to replace him, but to enhance the pleasure. So now you do use them from time to time.

The first time you managed to coax him into using a toy together, it was a small wireless bullet with a remote. When you brought it out and showed it to him, there was a wild glint in his eye. He carefully inserted the vibrator into you, his cock slowly following suit. He loved the fact that he had complete control over this thing, but later complained because the sensation of it against the head of his cock made him cum too fast. He still wants to use it sometimes though. 😏

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he can be so unfair. He loves teasing you until you're begging him to put his cock inside you. He's not so much into orgasm denial per se; he just loves to hear you beg him for shit - to let you cum, to suck his dick, to stop fucking you when you're overstimmed, etc.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lol he's fucking LOUD! And he's going to make you cum so hard that you're screaming his fucking name. There was a time when one or both of you lived in an apartment and the neighbors would bang on the wall behind your headboard.

Shit, what sounds does he NOT make? He growls, moans, grunts, groans, yells, swears, fucks you so hard you can hear the wet sound of slapping skin, hell even the bed protests. Another reason he doesn't fuck in public - he can't stay quiet enough to be discreet about it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Okay, as much of a wild sex beast as he is behind closed doors, he gets embarrassed so easily when your sex life is so much as hinted at around others. It's legit funny how flustered he gets about it.

If he goes into work real tired and Kirishima says, "Hey Bakubro, you look like shit this morning. You and (y/n) stay up too late?" while doing the finger in the hole gesture, Katsuki will just "Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair, or I'll blast your ass right through that fucking wall!"

Or if you two go out together with friends and the girls are talking about sex-related stuff, Katsuki will just roll his eyes and try to ignore it. But if one of them is all "So, (y/n), does Bakugou ever like accidentally let off explosions while you're doing it?" and you wink and say, "Only when he's especially *cough* frustrated *cough*". Katsuki will go red from his neck up to his hairline and start stuttering, sparks flying from his palms. "H-hey, d-don't tell them sh-shit like that! I-it's none of their god-goddamn b-business, (y/n), what th-the f-fuck?!" Meanwhile, you and the girls are in stitches while he stomps away, just mortified, bless his heart. When you catch your breath from laughing you'll follow it up with, "Looks like tonight's gonna be one of those nights", and you all lose it again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As has been mentioned, Bakugou's well-endowed. I figure he's packing about 7.5-8" in length x just under 2" wide. He takes some getting used to, that's for damn sure. Oh, and he's more of a shower than a grower. Like around 6" long x 1.5" wide when flaccid. Katsuki + sweatpants/basketball shorts = swinging dick print, alright sis? Take notes, this motherfucker visibly jumps when he does, class dismissed.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eh, he's surprisingly not ridiculously horny. Maybe a little above average sex drive? A lot of times hero work just takes it out of him and he comes home utterly exhausted and just needs a soft place to land, and you provide him with all the love and nurturing in your heart. ❤

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends, really, on the time of day and what type of day it's been. If it's late (like past 9pm lol) and he fought more villains than usual that day, he's probs gonna pass out pretty soon after. If it's earlier in the day - especially first thing in the morning - it gets him pumped and almost comically genki.

[loversdelusions]

How would yandere Deku (different versions including villain waifu Deku since I like that version the most) react to reader having a magical bow and when she uses it, the sun gets really heated up and can cause balls of fire to fall on the ground and make the place really hot, like burning and scorching hot?

Had fun writing the Villain Waifu Deku one, not gonna lie. I really want to write a full fic about it. It would make such a fun plot.

CW: Mentions of sex, yandere themes.

Pt.1 Includes - Pro hero, Yandere & Villain Waifu Deku.

Deku X Reader: ☀︎ Sun Queen ☀︎

Pro Hero Izuku is infatuated by you, as he obviously is a lot of the time. He loves strange quirks, and yours was amazing. So powerful it threw his to the curb. It seemed magical, like something out of urban legend. Other than studying you uncomfortably closely, he loved seeing you in action.

Reaching out, and seeing your intricate golden bow materialize in your grasp, and your eyes melt away into golden light, with your aim inhuman in its accuracy, it struck him how unbelievable of a hero you would've made, even though the damage would be too big for be worth the villain's capture.

The sun seemed to follow your emotional state, he noticed. When came home late and injured especially when he promised he'd be home before you, he'd notice the sun scorching the next day, it didn't matter if it was January mid-winter because your eyes shone warmly and the sun followed your lead.

It was better for everyone if he kept you happier during the mornings.

But Izuku didn't expect how angry you were after he was gone for a couple of days until he saw the giant ball of liquid fire falling from the sky. People rushed around him, screams of upcoming rapture hurled around him. Heroes ran in a hurry glancing back and pulling him aside to gasp out orders from the hero committee. Heroes in search for the villain, people huddling in religious homes praying to their gods, the chaos made his ears ring.

He had to get home.

He had to get to you.

The ground near his home was burning. Plants withered and burned to ash, fire arrows littered the archery rink he'd made for you, even breathing became difficult the closer he got. By the time he reached home, his keys were unusable, his skin was slick with sweat and he felt like all the water in his body had managed to disappear. When he rushed home, he fell down to the floor, wheezing and definitely burned his hands and arms as the wood had still heated up beyond measure and he was exasperated in his wonder about how in the actual fuck had it not burst into flames.

Then he heard you respond to his calls. "Izuku? Your home!"

You rushed to him, throwing your arms around him, he sighed, relieved to see you safe and sound. He hugged you tight, even if uncomfortable in his skin. He basically wheezed, "You're safe."

You chuckled, then punched him in the gut.

Knocking the barely available breath from his lungs. Your hiss came straight afterwards, "I thought you fucking died."

"...Sorry."

"You were missing for two weeks, you bastard! You didn't even pick up the phone!"

He wanted to defend himself, but this was something he did in his youth. It was stupid and irresponsible. He'd been chided about this before. He'd been hit for it before, he'd seen how bad it gets, before. Yet... It was a habit he couldn't break. Running straight into the action without a thought.

"I know I messed up...but... people are ... panicking... outside...Stop the sun.." He tried between gasps. You blinked, then spared a glance outside to witness the panic and chaos you'd created. Your lips parted in surprise, then formed into a silent 'oh'.

"Shit."

"mm..." He huffed.

You tried, you did. But it was really too late. No one connected you to the villain attack, people were quick to theorize about the incident. Questions surrounding the incident and who and how the sun decided to rain fire on Japan.

The cause was never found, but it was dubbed 'the rage of the sun queen,' and caused arts and songs to capture the event, which was more hilarious to you than to him, especially since speculation of where he was had sparked on the internet, and if he had rushed to hide of all things.

Even though no one ever realized it was you, the hidden partner of the number one hero who was behind the sun queen incident, they were close.

Izuku wasn't sure how accurate they were after all, you were the Sun Queen.

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Yandere Izuku is cautious of you. He isn't stupid, and he wouldn't dare abduct you knowing you could rain hellfire on him. It takes a bit of time, but he makes sure to keep people away from you. No one would dare come close to you. Not with his glare trained on them. You wondered what was going on, your friends slowly pushing themselves away from you, but you never could figure it out. No one would tell you what was wrong.

Izuku seemed like a saving grace, the boy waited till the third year to confess, and of course, you accepted his feelings. He was the only one who didn't push you away, the only one who was always there for you. He seemed to understand everything about you, it was like second nature to him. You were his after that. It was all going according to his plan.

He's very intelligent by nature, intuitive and calculating after years of observing heroes and villains. Faced with your quirk, it was really a bump for him, having to adapt around your power. He simply couldn't be as straightforward, as he would have been without this predicament. He couldn't have you like he wanted, he needed to be careful, to manipulate you so thoroughly you'd believe that it was always your plan from the beginning to be with him, to give him all of you- But don't worry, he would only provide the same.

He loved you after all. You were the sun in his eyes, nothing could remove the absolute reign you had over him.

While he gazed at your sleeping face, so comfortable and adorable, a tiny smile plastered dreamily across your lips. He couldn't help feeling overwhelmed with happiness and want, his heart jumping painfully in his chest. He was almost there. He only had to be patient. He had to be patient.

He leaned in, snuggling closer to you, clinging to your skin, and smothering his face with your hair. You were so divine; Floating above everything, he couldn't believe he was here with you. It made him so giddy!

It didn't matter the feeling that sometimes weighed on his chest, all the thoughts of what he had to do. When he saw you, all of it was justified, because all those lives were worth that smile you give, that toothy crooked grin that made him feel free.

Looking at you, the only person who could bring the fucking sun down to its knees, he felt airy, happy. It reminded him what all he did was for.

It was for you. Only you, and god, he wanted to laugh. He wanted to laugh and cry because all of it was too much. The guilt, if it could even be called that, the throat squeezing languid feeling, it tore at his edges. The soft feeling of being able to breathe after holding your breath for years, that was what it was that you gave, your presence, the lilt to your voice, it made him ease, and feel... right.

the bodies at his feet were all for that. The blood on his hands... it was right.

Your hands skirted over his waist and pulled yourself closer to him as if tunnelling into the blankets to get closer to his warmth.

He felt right. That's how he slept, with his arms around you, to stifle all the thoughts that made it hard to remember.

His sun, his light. His powerful goddess.

Sacrifices for the sun goddess.

That's what it was. That's all it was.

His smile didn't leave, even while he slept.

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Villain Waifu Izuku is very concerned. He'll be sure to prepare you for work in the mornings and the moment you leave the TV is on and he's ready to listen to what the fuck is going down.

His own crew is not allowed to interact with you at any cost.

They are instructed to avoid you, hell, ideally only attack at night. So you might be a bit slow. He isn't risking anything to this insane fucking quirk of yours. He's marvelled at it before but never really understood the bulk of it until you almost fried him one day and he came home with 3rd-degree burns.

That was tough to explain.

He was lucky enough to hide it and endure, though you were just as equally tired from the fight and the both of you ended up falling asleep after a fuck ton of tequila to muddle the pain. you were spitting angry, and he had to listen to your rambles of 'that fucking son of a bitch rabbit!' that managed to slip past you and smile awkwardly trying to push down the urge to mutter, 'you love my mom,' every time you swore.

It was a horrid affair, having to fight you while hiding himself from you. With every burn and scar, he had to explain away you were becoming suspicious. You knew he wanted to be a hero before, but he couldn't because of his 'quirklessness,'. With your rationality, you decided he was still training and was pushing himself too far, and therefore gaining these scars you kept seeing.

He was slightly offended but could not correct you.

Your own excuse was something he could definitely hide behind.

So instead, his shoulders raised and his hand flew to curls at the back of his neck awkwardly, and he smiled sheepishly, trying to sell it. "I'm sorry, it's just training. I'll try not to...hurt myself?" He chuckled, even though the corner of his lips twitched, almost revealing his annoyance.

"Just be more careful, Izu," You insisted, "Don't stretch yourself too thin, I don't want you to burn out, love."

He sighed, this time his smile was genuine. "I won't. I am just tryna keep healthy."

You hummed softly, though he didn't want you to think too much about it, especially since it'll make less and less sense the more you do, so instead he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you.

You didn't hesitate in your reply, pulling him closer and down onto your lap. He chuckled against your lips.

Was fucking you a good distraction? yes. Undoubtedly, though he did regret it soon enough, after realizing he had sustained a pretty bad injury to his side, making it incredibly un-fucking-comfortable. You reminded him of it well when you dragged him off to the living room, away from the porch the both of you were conversing on. It sure felt like karma, and he tried not to think about it. After leaving you to fall asleep in bed, he left to grab some type of medicine and an ice pack, also a hell ton of water.

The next day the pep in your step was adorable, while he was barely able to move.

That day wasn't hectic like you thought it is, apparently. You raved about hopping you had slowed down the mysterious villain the day before, not knowing that you simply fucked him paralyzed.

Not the greatest conversation to have with a group of villains, that he could test to. He knew he'd never live it down.

What can be done? Married life was difficult.

[i-cant-sing]

Hey I have a yandere erasermic obsession. I don’t know if you do angst but what if they were punishing reader and she gets really exhausted and passes out. They think they killed her, I know this is dumb and you don’t have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable-🍓 anon

Yandere Erasermic punishing reader

I've missed these two a lot😭

Anyways, enjoy! Check out my MASTERLIST for more!

Yandere Erasermic:

"Hey! I'm home! How are my darlings- Shou? You okay?" Hizashi asked as he entered his home. He was looking forward to spending time with you and the hero, but judging by the pissed off look on Aizawa's face, it didn't seem like happening.

Aizawa was taking deep breaths, his eyebrows furrowed and face contorted into a scowl. God, what did you do now? Hizashi couldn't help but wonder that, as he slid onto the couch next to his husband.

"What did she do now?"Hizashi asked, resting his head on Aizawa's chest as his arms wrapped around him.

Aizawa closed his eyes in annoyance, his own arms engulfing Hizashi as he let out a huff. "She's so ungrateful."

Hizashi lightly chuckled at that, waiting for him to continue. "You know what she did today? She tried to escape. Again. I don't know how she got the code to unlock the main door, but she opened it. She barely made it 2 steps out the door before I pulled her back in. I was taking a shower and she thought she could make a run for it. " Aizawa runs a hand through his hair, but Hizashi suddenly caught it. He looked at his husband's hand, it was turning a nasty shade of purple, and was red around the knuckles, slightly swelled. "Shou, babe... what happened to your hand?"

Aizawa exhales deeply, closing his eyes, trying to control his anger. "Our sweet little darling happened. After I got her back in, I told her to apologise. You know what she did? She spit at me, screamed all kinds of profanities. When I took her down to the basement to chain her up, she tried attacking me." Aizawa clenched his jaw. "I was only going to leave her there for the night. But what she said to me next... Hizashi, I lost it. I punched her." Hizashi's eyes widened. He knew Aizawa wasn't one to lose his temper easily, he knew he wasn't one to resort to violence immediately. So the blonde could only wonder what in the hell did you say to him. "Shouta... what did she say?" He asked softly, almost afraid of the answer himself.

Shouta looked at his husband, trying to calm himself when he told him what you barked out. "She said...she said that she wondered how UA let... let creeps like us around kids." Hizashi's eyes widened. If there's one thing he knew about Aizawa, it was how deeply he cared about his students, treating them like his own children. He prided himself in being their teacher, and so the nerve of you to even say something so disgusting like that, Aizawa was bound to snap.

"I cant believe she'd say something...so horrible. I'm so sorry, Shou." Hizashi whispered, nuzzling Aizawa's neck. The pro hero only grunted. "Whatever. I think it'd be good if she stays down there... for 2 weeks. Yeah that'd be good. And no dinner tonight either. I don't want to put up with anymore of her bullshit." Hizashi only nodded, but then caught another look at his hand and he stood up, pulling Aizawa along with him to the kitchen. Hizashi pulled out a bag of frozen peas and started applying it on his bruise hand to reduce the swelling.

As the two ate dinner, Hizashi couldn't help but worry that if Shouta's hand looked like this from the punch, then what did the receiving end look like. He chose to remain quiet on that matter, not wanting you to ruin the night anymore.

The next morning when Aizawa woke up, he went downstairs to the kitchen to find his husband. Hizashi who was almost done plating up, greeted Aizawa with a kiss. "So, should I take this plate down to our baby bird?" Hizashi asked, already knowing Aizawa didn't want to see you yet. You had really hurt him. Shouta nodded as he took a sip of his coffee. "Be right back." Hizashi pressed a kiss to his lips before going to the basement.

Hizashi opened the door to the basement, walking down the stairs, hoping to see you greet him like the angel they know you are deep down. But when he got down there, he saw you were still asleep on the floor, your limbs still bound to the chains. Your face was turned away from him and Hizashi wasnt sure if he wanted to see the damage that was done to your face.

Hizashi just called for you. “Love, I’ve brought breakfast! Eggs and hashbrowns! Your favourite!” When you didnt respond, he just sighed before placing the plate on the floor. Your chains were long enough to for you to reach it, and while Hizashi wished nothing more than to feed you himself, he knew you needed to be punished.

As he went up the stairs and out of the basement, he couldnt help but feel a sense of dread creeping up on him.

“Do you think she’ll be sorry after her punishment?”Hizashi asked his partner.  Aizawa rolled his eyes. “Unlikely. But she’ll learn to think twice before she says stupid shit like that.” Hizashi chuckled, but secretly hoped that would be the case. He got up from the couch where he and Aizawa sat. “I’ll go get her plate.” They were done eating 2 hours ago, but still waited for you to finish up because they know how stubborn you are.

When Hizashi walked down the stairs, he wasn’t surprised to find your plate untouched. You would always do that the first few days, before finally succumbing to your hunger. Pointless, really. But what disturbed him was how you were still in the same position he had seen you in 2 hours ago. And it was coming to him how still you looked, he couldn't see your body moving a single muscle, he couldn't see if you were breathing. 

Hizashi walked towards you cautiously, waiting for you to jump up and scare the crap out of him. But his breath hitched when he finally saw what had happened to you. 

A big bruise had formed on your cheek, swelling and taking all the shades of the purple, blue and green. But the worst part was seeing the blood and a clear liquid dripping out of your nose slowly, forming a pool around your head.

He turned you on to your back and started shaking your shoulder. “Darling? Wake up, baby. Its me. Baby, wake up.” But your body remained unconscious. He started tapping your cheek, only then noticing you weren’t breathing. All the alarms went off in his head. “SHOUTA! COME DOWN OVER HERE!” 

Shouta rushed to the basement, wondering what stunt you pulled now. But seeing your limp body in Hizashi’s arms, blood coating your cheeks, he knew something terrible had occured. Aizawa ran towards his partners, looking at your bruising cheek. “She’s n-not breathing. She’s not fucking breathing, Shou!” Hizashi sobbed as Aizawa took your wrist in his hand. His blood ran cold when he found no pulse. “What are we gonna do?! She’s dead! Our baby is dead!” Shouta blocked out Hizashi’s voice. They both cant be panicking right now. Aizawa turned to his partner. “Hizashi. Bring her up. I’ll get the car out.” He commanded. “H-hospital? Shou, its too late-” Hizashi cried out but Aizawa gave him a stern look. “Bring her up. Now.” 

They got to the hospital in fairly record time, passing you over to the doctors while Aizawa made up a story of how they found you in an alley. Only after the doctors left them alone did it dawn on Aizawa how serious the situation was. He killed you, didnt he? You would still be alive if he hadnt hit you. How could he ever claim to love you when he hurts you-

Aizawa shook his head, he could wallow up in his guilt later. For now, he needed to comfort his husband and pray that you make it through somehow.

A few hours later, the doctors had given them an update on your condition. You made it, barely. Something had hit your face and damaged some part of your brain, causing there to be a very slow heart beat. But you're all okay now, since they brought you in time.

When they were allowed to finally go in, thats when Aizawa finally broke down. Seeing you unconscious, knowing he almost killed you, it got to him. Hizashi wanted to console Aizawa, but he couldn't bring himself to leave your side. Hizashi pressed soft kisses to your temples, wiping his tears that fell on your cheek, while Aizawa stood to your side. He wanted to hold your hand but he was afraid to hurt you again. As the duo sat by your side, they made a silent promise to never hurt you again, at least not physically.

After that incident, you'll never be left alone. The two are always breathing down your neck, drowning you in love, looking at you with even more fondness; obsession and protectiveness swirling in their eyes, right there with guilt.

Aizawa would never apologise, but that doesn't mean he's not sorry. You would often wake up to him looking at your bruised cheek with worry, caressing it so gently, as if he'd break you. He'll be a lot more demanding with physical affection, always wrapping his arms around you, forcing you onto his lap and tucking your face under his chin as he cards his fingers through your hair.

You didn't think Hizashi could be anymore overbearing, but you were proved wrong. He'd panic if you were out of his sight for more than 5 minutes. Always worrying, paranoia creeping up on him when you're not in the same room as him. And when he would finally find you (mostly in the bathroom), he'd check you all over for injuries, not trusting your assurances.

Punishments aren't violent anymore. They're humiliating. Pulling you in their laps and feeding you by hand, talking about you as if you're not there, making you take baths with them(not showers because they end too quickly), making you sleep with them, naked.

And the couple won't lie, but this form of punishment seems to be far more effective. With how quickly you turn docile, folding in on yourself as if you could hide from them... its cute.

But hey, its better than getting beat, right?

[e-jaegerenthusiast]

lurk~toji fushiguro x reader

(part 2 to u&i bully!megumi)

art by sab_xcvii

I am respectfully looking down. down.

had to down a couple of beers to get through this bro—

all characters are of age.

based on the song ‘lurk’ by the neighbourhood

warnings/tw; smut, cheating?, age gap, rough sex, choking, daddy kink, spitting, size kink, slight dumbificantion, degrading, praise kink, nipple play (both receiving)

summary; what happens when you learn more about megumi? and believe it too.

w.c; 6k

you’d been thinking about megumi all weekend. his face and all the events from the prior day swirling inside your head as you pondered them over and over, trying and hoping to find an apology in midst of all the pants shared between you both. of all the words he said to you.

just a simple apology. an apology to ease your heart, an attempt to clear all the things he put you through. all the times he humiliated you, all the times he embarrassed you and made you feel unimportant, unwanted. that’s all your beating heart wanted from him.

yet he never said those two words. not as he kissed you, not as he led you to the backseat of his charger, not as he slid in your mouth, or not as he fucked into you.

your chest filled with anxiety, he used me. curling up in your comforter as you tried to push away your negative thoughts with the soft music playing in your ears.

that was until your phone gave out a ding. picking it up, the light of it filling your dark, depressing room as you read the text with an unknown contact.

‘hey, bunny’ it read.

you squinted your eyes, where had you heard that nickname before? ah yes. the parking lot. the devil himself.

you groaned, locking your phone and wrapping yourself in your warm duvet again. your phone lit up again with the sound of his text. you blinked a few times as you shook your head and unlocked it again.

‘forgot to tell you’ as you read that, you pressed the contact and saved it as “megs </3”

your heart filled with a sense of hope, the little burnt flame igniting within you again, it died down as soon as it had been planted in you as you read the next text,

‘i got your number from one of your friends’

you sigh, so that’s what he forgot to tell you. not fuckin-

you were brought out of your thoughts as another text popped up

‘hello?’

‘y/n?’

‘did that bitch give me the wrong number?’

you wish you could just type out a lie, saying he got the wrong number, and forget that megumi fushiguro ever existed in your life. sure, maybe it was petty of you to hold a grudge against him for not apologizing even after the sensual acts that took place between you both the day prior. however, it was important to you. you needed to know he actually felt guilty those times. you need to know he felt as shitty as you did on the inside. you needed to know he wasn’t just using you. he technically never said that either, just told you to not say it.

nevertheless, you’re typing away before you can stop yourself. you should have.

‘hey ‘gumi’

‘no you got the right number’

you don’t really know what else to say. waiting patiently as the 3 dots start moving, signaling he’s typing.

‘good.’

‘i’ll pick you up in 30. be ready.’

you glance at the time on your phone, 5:30. you had enough time.

‘okay’

‘see ya cutie’

you get out of your bed quickly. taking a quick shower as the warm water helped you relax. you wear some jean shorts and a tank top with a silver necklace hanging lowly on your neck. you do some light makeup, only a little colorless lipgloss and mascara, as you tie your hair up in a ponytail. a few strands coming loose, not really being bothered to re-do it, you head down the stairs and go outside to sit on the porch, waiting for megumi.

in a couple minutes, his black charger comes to a halt infront of your house, you get up, grabbing your phone and your small purse, sliding it around your neck as you make your way to his car.

he leans to the passenger side and opens the door for you, giving you a smirk as you get in, gaze faltering on your jean shorts as he licks his lips. you give him a small smile, “hi.” your voice is soft as you observe him, the smell of rough lavender fills your nose this time instead of the cedarwood and musk, it seems gone now. his raven hair is damp atop his head, signaling he just came out of the shower.

he leans over and presses a quick kiss to your cheek, his hair brushing your forhead as he pulls away. a blush creeps on to your cheeks, “hey, beautiful.” he smiles as he fixes his gaze on the road and presses the gas pedal.

he puts his hand on your upper thigh, “how are you?” you bite the inside of your cheeks, “fine.” his gaze stops on you for a second before looking back at the road, “you’re lying.” you sigh, trying to come up with an excuse. how could he tell whenever you’re lying? “I uhm.. I just have a bit of a headache.”

he hummed, “if you say so.” he gave you a smile as he squeezed your thigh. you decided to push all your thoughts away for now and only focus on him. you put your hand on his, “where are we going?” he looked at your hand with a smile, “my house.”

your gaze fixed on him, “why not outside?” he looked over to you, “I lost my phone somewhere at the house.. but if you don’t wanna go there I don’t mind. we could just hang outside.” he said with a shrug.

you thought it over for a few seconds, he was offering you a chance to see his house, where he spent most of his childhood in, so if you got the chance to see more of him, you would be a fool to not take it. you gave a soft squeeze to his hand on your thigh, “no, yeah let’s go to your house.”

he smirked as he made a sharp turn into a street, his knuckles flexing on the wheel. this was pretty far from your house, the houses in the neighborhood were all a fair distance away from eachother, each one looking modern and rather large.

he pulled into the parking way of one of the houses, as you looked up from your window, you could see the house was just as big as the others, glass panes covering one whole side of it instead of walls. the parking garage’s door slid up with a press of megumi’s finger on a remote. he parked the car and you both got out. a sudden feeling of anxiety swimming in your chest as you saw the big black ram next to where megumi had parked, was his dad home?

megumi grabbed your hand in his, holding you close and interlocking your fingers as you both made your way up a small flight of stairs. “my dad’s not home, I think he’s at the neighbors’ house, he’s his friend.” you swallowed, your shoulders relaxing as you nodded.

he let go of your hand as he opened a door that led to the huge living room, mostly black and dark grey furniture everywhere, it was calming in a sense. he twirled around with his arms open infront of you, “as you can see the house’s pretty fuckin huge. I hate it— so I’m not gonna give you a tour or anything. but,” you frowned at his words, fidgeting with your fingers. he moved towards you, smiling, “how about you give yourself a tour as you call my phone and try to find it? please? I need it for this one senior assignment I’m getting today.” you nodded slowly as he flashed you a big grin, kissing your cheek before storming off and yelling, “my sister needs my help with something! I’ll be back!”

with that, he left you alone standing in the large empty living room. you sighed, finding his phone seemed to be pretty important to him. you got your phone out of your purse, starting to dial megumi’s number as you wondered around the house. he didn’t seem fond of this house, it was really big though so you thought family members could easily ignore each other for days. that’s probably what megumi would do.

you dialed his number over and over, looking around the vastly sized kitchen, the dining room, and some other rooms downstairs. megumi had left upstairs so you thought that’s probably where the bedrooms are and he had most definitely looked around in there. so you decided to take the stairs that spiraled down instead. 

as you made your way down the stairs, a faint sound of the bass of music hit your ears. you followed it down the narrow hallway that was filled with empty white vases and fake plants. the music was getting too loud for it to be a ringtone. it led you to a big white door, you opened it as you stepped inside.

you were met with an even bigger looking room than any of the ones you had seen on the main floor, mirrors were covering all its walls, the music loud as it blasted through the soundproof ceiling, there were lots of equipment and machines, oh. it was a gym. was it bigger than the living room and kitchen combined? probably.

you dialed megumi’s number again, walking around the gym, staring at everything with wide eyes. how fucking rich were they? their own personal gym right under their penthouse, you scoffed at the excessive wealth they had, or his dad had.

you heard a light vibration, going towards it as you could see a faint light on the ground next to a towel, right under the mirrors on the wall, you bent over to pick it up, megumi’s phone. finally.

as you stood back up, your eyes set on a huge, tall body in the mirror standing behind you, before you could even look up to see who it is, you screamed and turned around, jumping back against the mirror, closing your eyes as you brought your hands in front of you offensively, as if you could do any damage with them.

you slowly opened your eyes as you heard a deep chuckle, toji fushiguro stood infront of you. tight workout shorts sticking to his legs, bringing out his huge thighs, a black tank top sat upon his chest, a slight wet ring formed around the front of it as his body was covered in sweat, glistening.

his body was beyond huge, making you look so insignificant standing before him. he ran a veiny hand through his damp hair, bicep flexing as he did so, “done staring, pretty thing?” your mouth went dry, as if you weren’t practically drooling seconds before.

you could hear your heartbeat in your own ears, you were about to fucking black out. and you didn’t know why, his presence was so intimidating, the smell of cedarwood and musk filled the aroma around him, making you dizzy. so that was his smell yesterday in the car.

he towered over you, licking slightly at the scar on his lip, “cat’s got your tongue? or has megumi got a deaf plaything this time?” at the mention of your hearing, you tried to focus on the loud song playing instead of your unsteady heartbeat. the song was a forgein rap, turkish maybe? as it blasted through the gym and bounced off the ceiling.

you cleared your throat slightly, not trusting the power of your voice right now, “I uhm.. no.. I was just looking for fushiguro’s phone, and I uh.. found it here.” you waved the phone in front of your face, trying to show him.

he raises a brow, turning around and moving towards what seems to be a cable crossover machine. he grabs the hem of his black top with one hand, sliding it over his head as he dries the sweat around his neck, leaving the shirt there like a scarf. you stand there, staring at his muscular back. pressing your thighs together, why were you pressing your thighs together? this was megumi’s dad.

megumi’s phone kept buzzing in your hand, you looked at the screen, notifications on notifications showing there, you couldn’t see the texts unless it was unlocked but you could see the contact names, most of them were not saved, the rest being emojis.

“7 notifications from 💥”

“4 notifications from 👅”

“3 notifications from 🧜🏻‍♀️”

you could feel the rage settling in your stomach and all the way to your head, having a tight grip on his phone. the sound of weights bumping into eachother made you jump, looking up at where toji stood in between the machine, his arms working with the cables as his pecs flexed and unflexed.

the man glances at you from the side of his eyes, making your breath hitch in your throat. he keeps opening and closing his arms with the wire, his gaze not leaving you as you practically have a staring contest. he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, opening them as the scar on his lip tugs upwards with his smirk.

he stops moving his arms, making you flinch again with the sound of the weights hitting the metal, you find yourself pulling away your gaze from his crotch. when did you start staring at the bulge in his shorts?

you felt dizzy again as he started walking towards you slowly, his manly perfume filling your nose again. taking the damp black top around his neck and tying it around his forhead, he makes it into a makeshift headband as he pulls his hair back out of his forhead and up. you gasp at the sight, looking down at the ground in as your face starts heating up.

he stops a few inches infront of you, holding his large palm out to you as he motions for you to give him megumi’s phone. the loud forgein rap seems to fade away as his deep voice rings in your ears again, “explosion one’s ‘bitch that sucked him off real good,” he scrolled through megumi’s notifications with his thumb. the big phone looking tiny in his large hands, he held a bored expression on his face as he made your heart clench with each sentence, “tongue one he went down on,” he scoffs and chuckles darkly, “damn brat, the mermaid one must be the girl he fucked in my pool last night and denied of ever doing so when I busted his ass.” he twisted the phone in his hands and held it out to you.

a horrid expression filled your eyes as you kept your gaze on his chest, “oh and you must be the sunset girl, hm?” you looked up at him, tears brimming your eyes, “w-what??” he leaned forward and tucked megumi’s phone in the back pocket of your jean shorts, his big hand covering the majority of the cheek of your ass, making you shiver as your nose was practically in his neck, his musky scent making you dizzy.

as he pulled away, he whispered in your ear in a voice you could only recognize as seductive scary, “you look smarter than to be used by my excuse of a son, doll.” you blinked a few times. trying to register what just happened before quickly getting past him and making your way out of the gym and upstairs.

your head was swarming with thoughts as you sat in the living room, clutching megumi’s phone in your hands. you stared at the spiraling stairs that would lead you up to where he probably was. you were trying to mentally get yourself ready, should you ask him about it? should you even mention it? toji’s voice clouded your brain, he called you megumi’s plaything. was it true? were you just like all the other girls? getting used by him and getting lost between the many ‘emoji’s’?

you took a deep breath, heading upstairs and calling for megumi. his head plopped out of one of the rooms, hair in fluffy spikes as he smiled at you. “did you find it?” you nodded and walked towards him.

giving him his phone, he motioned for you to join him in his bedroom, sitting on his chair in the corner of the room as you sat on his bed in the center, looking at him anxiously as you gripped the bedsheets beneath your palms.

he was focused on his phone, scrolling through something with furrowed brows and an amused expression before he looked at you standing up and grabbing what seemed to be his car keys from his desk.

“hey uhh.. I’m sorry one of my friends is in big trouble, I gotta go but I’ll be back okay? do you wanna stay here until I come back?” he waited for your answer, lightly bouncing his foot as if he couldn’t wait to get out of the room and to wherever he was going.

you felt like you could cry any moment now, you just needed him to go away, to not be here to witness your pathetic tears and emotions. you bit on your bottom lip, should you wait for him? or go home? “uhm, yeah I’ll wait..” you said as his ocean blue eyes stared at you in anticipation, you couldn’t say no to them.

a wide smile came onto his face, giving you a salute and a small “thank you” before he hurried out of the room, getting downstairs with fast steps that you could hear.

you took a deep breath, falling back down on his bed, it smelled like him, like lavender. god what where you doing? your eyes felt heavy like your heart, why did you give him a chance to slither his way into you heart? he was supposed to stay your bully.

before you knew it, you fell asleep on his bed, your brain too swarmed by your thoughts that you wanted to just push away. you felt like you were half asleep, still being aware of your surroundings.

you opened your eyes to a vibration, it was your phone in your hands, you looked at the time, it had been almost an hour since you laid on his bed, not even aware if you were fully asleep or not.

you sighed, getting off his bed and out of his room, you looked around for a bathroom, finding it not too far from megumi’s room, in the same hallway a few steps down.

when you came out, you turned around only to bump into a chest, looking up, you covered your mouth with your hands, “I’m sorry! uhm...” it was megumi’s dad, he had a grin on his face, his hair damp atop his head, his chest bare, and a towel hanging around his torso.

he gave you a look up and down, “you’re good, where’s megumi?” he waited for your answer, but saw you fidgeting with your fingers and pouting, “he left you didn’t he?” you nodded weakly.

he brought his hand to his own chin, rubbing at it as he seemed to be deep in thought of something, then his gaze caught yours, your eyes dilating as a devilish grin made its way accross his lips.

before you could blink, your back was pressed against the wall of the hallway, his large hand around your throat as he towered over you. leaning his face close to yours as your eyes fluttered with his minty breath in your face, “then how about,” he tightened his grip on your throat, making you choke on a breath as he continued, “we get some revenge on him, yeah?”

you were speechless, this all felt like a fever dream. that’s it, maybe you hadn’t even woken up yet, maybe you were still sleeping soundly in megumi’s room. but the wetness pooling between your legs as he parted them with his knee said otherwise.

he smashed his lips onto yours, kissing you at a slow pace until your small hands were grabbing at his chest, pushing him away to look up into his dark eyes, “t-this is wrong— what are we—“

he sighed, “your little boyfriend is out fucking someone else right now, please don’t tell me your little teenage heart is in love with him or some bullshit.” he was right. you were nothing to megumi, you never had been. so why shouldn’t you act like he was nothing to you?

his eyes were searching your face, his brows scrunched together. you grabbed a fist full of the back of his hair and brought his lips down to yours, you could feel his smirk against your lips before he started to kiss you back again, this time rougher.

his tongue pushed against your lips, and you opened your mouth for him, letting him taste you. the smell of musk was all around you, making you dizzy as you grabbed at his hair. the kiss was a sloppy mess, his tongue dominating yours and biting at your bottom lip as he pulled back.

he pressed his bulge against your center, making you let out a small whimper as you looked up at him with doe eyes. he leaned in again, but this time his lips went to your neck, his tongue pressing against your pulse point as the beat of your heart got faster and faster. you could feel him sucking and nibbling on the skin of your neck, leaving trails of crimson and rosemary all over your collarbone as you shuddered and small pants left your mouth.

his large hands were pressing into both sides of your hip, the towel around his torso shuffling as he practically grinded your clothed center onto it. on of your hands was laced through his hair, grip tightening as his mouth traveled down to your chest, pressing wet kisses right above your boobs that were still covered by the material of your shirt. your other hand held onto the large muscle of his bare bicep tightly, crescents forming from your nails as he bit the hard bud of your nipple from above your shirt.

your hand on his bicep traveled to his chest hesitantly, so hesitant that when your fingers accidentally brushed against his left nipple, he hissed, a shudder running down his spine and pulling back from where he was marking you up. you studied the loon on his face closely, his eyes were filled with lust, looking you up and down as he towered over your small form.

you looked back at the hand that was resting on his pec, his nipple hard right between your index and middle finger. you took a deep breath, slowly moving forward towards his chest, he watched you as you pressed a kiss to his nipple, his arm twitching from on the wall, the fingers from his other hand tightening around the flesh of your tiny hip. he wanted to stop you, let you know who’s in charge, but he decided to wait, wanting to know what you’re up to.

you pressed another kiss to the bud, only this time, your tongue pressed against it as you pulled away, earning a grunt from him. you stuck out your tongue circling his nipple in slow movements as your other hand trailed down his defined stomach, grabbing onto the self-made knot of his towel as you attempted to pull him closer than he already was.

the way your tongue was swirling around his nipple as you sucked slowly, kissing it after each nibble had him weak. he was god awful thankful that you couldn’t see his face right now, because his expression was not him. his face was burried in your neck, the tip of his nose a light pink that dusted his defined cheekbones too. his eyes were scrunched shut, his nose upwards as his mouth was agape, small pants and broken breaths leaving his pretty lips.

when you finally got the knot of his towel free, the white material going loose around his torso, you bit down on his nipple gently. that was his breaking point, the rope that finally snapped. hearing a deep growl from him, you could feel large hands on the back of your thighs, pulling you up so you were flush against him, both your legs locked around his waist and your hands tight around his neck as you hid your face in between his two large pecs.

you were so lost in the strong smell of the shampoo previously used on his chest that you only felt his girth in between your legs when he started walking you both down the hallway. your eyes widened, looking down in between you and at the generous amount of manhood he had to give you with a gasp. you were dumbfounded, stuttering over your words as you tried to form a sentence, he was walking you both somewhere, a deep chuckle vibrating from his chest as you pressed your head to it again.

“ssshh don’t worry about that, doll.” he said, rubbing circles onto the flesh of your ass with his thumb. you pulled your head back from his chest as you felt his hands shuffle, throwing you onto a bed as you bounced a few times, your hair fanning around you as you closed your eyes, trying to prepare yourself for whatever is to come.

your eyes opened wide as your nose picked up the now familiar scent of lavender, looking around you in a haste, you were on megumi’s bed.

you looked forward, the sentence you wanted to scream at toji dying down on your tongue when you saw him crawling towards you with a malicious grin, the veins in his large biceps flexing with every moment, his cock standing upright under his stomach, the tip red and angry as precum dribbled onto the lavender-smelling sheets below you both.

his large form is above you, hands on either side of your head as he leans down again, grabbing at your shirt in an animalistic manner, you thought he was gonna tug it over your head, closing your eyes. you opened them back up when you heard a loud shredding sound. he had ripped your top to pieces, the fabric ripping in two beside you as your naked chest was exposed to him.

he raise his brows, the side of his mouth where his scar resided rising up into a half-smirk, “no bra? fucking dirty.” he grabbed one of your boobs, rolling your nipple in between his fingers as he took the other one his mouth, humming around it as his long eyelashes fluttered against his cheek, his gaze coming back to stare you in the eyes as you watched him. “were you prepared to get fucked by him again?” he said in between pressing his tongue against your nipple, earning small pants and whimpers from you.

“didn’t expect to be splayed out like this under his dad instead did you now?” his voice was deep, he sucked on your nipple repeatedly, making sure to give the other one the same attention as he rolled the other bud in between his large fingers. you moaned out loud when you felt his sharp teeth biting into your chest, “speak when you’re fucking spoken to.” he said as he landed a slap on your other boob, you whimpered, nodding your head “y-yes— I mean— n-no I didn’t—“

he gave out a dark chuckle, his hot breaths driving you crazy as he switched between your boobs, sucking and biting on the other one as he held them both in his hands, “haven’t even fucked you, yet you’re all dumb under me already.” he said with another chuckle as he hummed around your nipple.

he came back up to your lips, his huge cock pressing into your clothed center. you felt his fingers wrap around your throat, rising your head slightly from the pillow and bringing your face closer to his, your nose touching his, his gaze feral as it pierced you, his lips inches away from you as you could feel his hot breath over your lips.

he gave you a passionate kiss, his tongue diving into your mouth before he pulled away, your lips following him to get more, but he only chuckled darkly again, looking down at where his cock was practically twitching against you. “you gonna take your slutty fucking shorts off? or should I rip them as well huh?” you shakes your head rapidly, “n-no.” you squealed.

he raised his brows, his gaze moving between your eyes and your lips, his hand tightening around your throat, “no, who?” he nearly growled out. you squeezed your eyes together, breath catching in your throat as you whine out “n-no… daddy.” he smirked, giving a single smooch to your parted lips before loosening his hand around your throat, “atta girl, now c’mon, do as you’re told and I’ll play nice on you ‘kay?”

your hands were shaky as you lifted your hips, sliding your shorts down halfway to your knees, struggling to get out of them under his dark gaze. he groaned, rolling his eyes as his hands replaced yours, tugging the shorts down fully and throwing them somewhere on the floor.

he looked down at you, licking his lips. a wet patch had formed on your panties, his large hands coming to your hips, grabbing onto the waistband of your underwear before he groaned again, “too much fuckin work.” you heard another ripping sound, he had tore your underwear too, disregarding the pieces that remained on the bed as he ran his fingers along your inner thigh, his eyes coming back up to your face to watch your every expression.

“oops.” he muttered, snickering at you, before his face turned into one of— concern? your lips were trembling, tears prickling your eyes as you tried to blink them away. he moved up again, his hand coming up to hold your face in his palm, his thumb wiping at your wet lashes. “what is it, doll? are you scared?”

you sniffed, shaking your head grabbing his other wrist in your small hands, shakily bringing it to your lower stomach. he smiled, humming, “you want me touch you? take real good care of you?” his fingers inched closer to your clit, but still not touching, only grazing the upper part of your pussy.

you nodded, “uhh huh— p-please, fushiguro.” he chuckled again, the sound becoming familiar to your ears as you wanted to hear it more and more. “please??” he said in a teasing tone, his voice dropping a few octaves down if that was even possible.

“p-please toji—“ he laughed, the noise making your cunt flutter around nothing. “wrong answer, doll.” he slapped your clit, the action catching you off gaurd, making you let out a choked whimper. his hand still on your cheek, going down to grip your jaw as he hummed quizzically. “please, daddy.”

“mhhmm,” you felt his palm graze your clit as one of his thick middlefinger fingers entered you, your back arching and hips bucking up towards his hands as you moaned. “there you go, right there?” the pad of his finger pressed against the perfect spot inside of you, your thighs shaking around him as you nodded and moaned, his chuckles feeling your ears again.

your hips were bucking up against him in a circular motion, your walls tightening around his single finger as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to unwind, right then and there, he pulled his finger out of you, snickering as you whined. you looked down at him, his finger that was in you seconds ago now in his mouth as he hummed around it, “you taste so sweet, doll.”

he leaned down, taking his large cock in his hand, stroking the base a few times before lining it up right at your entrance, he was on his knees, looking down at you with a raised brow, “I’d ask you if you’re a virgin but,” your eyes widened as you felt his head move into you, your hands gripping the sheets and your knuckles growing white as you whimpered. “you’re a naughty little— fuck— slut. but still tight.”

your walls fluttered around him repeatedly as he tried to fit in more of his cock, stretching you open almost painfully, but god the stretch felt amazing. you felt like you could rip the sheets any moment now with the grip you had on them, you could barely keep your eyes open, nuzzling your head into your own neck and whimpering.

until you felt his fingers wrap around your throat again, looking at him as your mouth hung open, soundless breaths leaving your mouth and onto his face as he smirked, his cock was spreading you open so wide, you could feel every vein, every ridge of it brushing against your tight walls, and eventually his big balls tapping at your ass when he bottomed out.

he stilled inside of you, letting you let out your choked breaths until your hips were rutting against him, he groaned, “I’m trying to be nice here, give you time to get used to it, and you go and grind against me while I’m balls-deep inside of your tight little cunt?” your eyes rolled back as he gave you his first thrust, hard and unrelenting. making your tits jiggle up and back down again, your hands going to his wrist that is around your throat.

you hold his lower arm with one of your small hands, and the other around his wrist, pressing down on your throat until a squeak comes out your mouth, his cock twitches inside of you, and you clench around him as he gives you another hard thrust, “want me to choke you? you’re dirty like that?” his fingers tighten around your neck, and your around his arm and wrist.

his thrusts are hard, fucking into you with all the power in his hips and pulling out agonizingly slow, just to ram back in again. you moan out and let out incoherent babbles, he hums quizzically, and you lol your tongue out, his thrusts slow for a few seconds, chuckling darkly. he spits in your mouth, right on your tongue, and you can feel his thrusts speed up again as he grunts out “swallow then.”

and you do, you take all that he gives you, your cunt flutters around him again, your orgasm close as you claw at his large biceps, whimpering and moaning out, “f-faster, please daddy.” he groans, taking both his arms and balancing himself on top of you, but closer.

his hips move faster, not hard and agonizing anymore, but he listens to you. the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass fills the room and mixes with the ragged breaths coming out of his mouth, and then loud moans you’re giving out, your hands go to his hair as you feel the knot in your stomach snap, scratching at his scalp and pulling at the back of his hair.

he moans, the sound cutting short as he presses his lips to yours, it’s messy, just a wet battle of tongues as you both swallow eachother’s sounds. a string of saliva connecting you both as your pussy gushes all around him, cumming with a scream and another pull on the raven strands of his hair.

he keeps giving you sloppy thrusts, helping you ride through your orgasm, “fuck— yeah, cum on daddy’s cock baby, just like that.” his voice is shaky, the words coming out between broken breaths and grunts. he gives you one last thrust, making your whole body shudder as he fills you up, his warm cum painting your insides, as he moans repeatedly, his brows scrunched and his forhead resting in the crook of your neck as he tries to calm himself.

he lays on top of you for a while, but slowly pulls away as you start groaning, his body weight crushing you. with a chuckle, he pulls out, and it’s the most beautiful sight you’ve seen. he’s on his knees between your legs, holding the base of his own cock as he pulls out slowly, one side of his hair is in the air, messy around his head and beads of sweat decorate his chest.

you whine out at the feeling of being so empty, and he snickers, shaking his head and leaving the room before you notice. did he just leave you? you lay on the bed, and try to get up before his cum can stain megumi’s sheets. your legs are shaking as you try to make it to the bathroom, your lower stomach burning with an unfamiliar pain, you had never taken a dick this big before.

you washed up, getting out the bathroom with shaky legs, holding the wall for support. until you bumped into a chest, again. you looked up, he looked the same as when he left the room, “you really need to stop doing that doll. unless you want me to destroy your cunt.” toji says with a smirk, making your cheeks heat up.

“why did you get up?” he asks with a raise of his brows. you struggle to stand, your knee buckling as his gaze goes down to your trembling legs, chuckling as he has you in his arms in the blink of an eye, carrying you back to megumi’s room. “you can’t even walk now can you?” he says teasingly. and you huff, furrowing your brows as he sits you back on the bed.

“I went to bring you a shirt. since ya know-“ you look up at him, your eyes sparkling as he holds a black shirt in his hands, giving you a smile, “arms up.” you obey, putting both your arms up, waiting for him to put his shirt on you. he licks his lips, grinning as he gives out a chuckle, looking at you tits being stretched up with your hands, you didn’t even notice. you squeak, putting your arms back down and on your chest, trying to cover them as he chuckles again, his green eyes hooded and dark as he watches you, “hiding them from me as if— how adorable.” he shook his head.

he threw you his shirt, “go on, megs will be here soon.” you wear the shirt, the fabric big on you, the musky smell filling your senses again. you couldn’t face megumi now, not in his dad’s shirt.

toji chuckles, moving his hand through his hair as he clicks his tongue, “don’t think he can see you like this can he? or would you want that?”

your cheeks grow red, and you nibble on your bottom lip as you shake your head.

he sighs, “come down to the garage after you put your pants on. or don’t, that’s even better.” he leaves the room with a chuckle.

what did you just do?

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