#i know their ass is leaving with three innocent wins !! they should NOT be on the same level as the rest of the prisoners in there

[minothtime]

HWAT DO YOU MEAN THREE ENTIRE MILGRAM CHARACTERS ARE DEAD AND IN THE GROUND??? HELLO???? IT ISN'T EVEN SEASON THREE??????

AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU AMANE WHEN I GET YOU

[chaoscheebs]

Still thinking about this post and Yugi being the Final Boss of Closing Off Your Heart to Protect from Being Hurt and his friends being the (mini)bosses you have to “defeat” to have a chance at “fighting” him, and now I wanna go into that more.

-Anzu: Possibly the easiest to win over, since she’s known Yugi the longest and, as that Duel Links post proved, is aware that Yugi is definitely an emotion bottler and could be convinced Seto’s clumsy but sincere approach might actually help, because  g o d ,  someone needs to stay on Yugi’s ass or he’ll retreat.  Again.  Probably ends with them sort of working together on it.

-Honda: Medium Tier Difficulty to win over.  On one hand, he’s a reasonable guy in general and has a little more distance from Yugi than the rest of the Nerd Herd(tm) to see things clearly.  On the other, he is ride or die for Jounouchi, who can’t fucking stand Kaiba and may side with him, not to mention Death-T was, y’know, unintentionally a threat to his lil’ nephew too.  Once won over, probably stays at a distance, but not too far in case he needs to run interference, because let’s face it, Anzu and Kaiba are a little too stubborn for their own good and may not realize when it’s time to back the fuck off.

-Jounouchi: That One Boss.  Is hardcore ride or die for Yugi and does not trust Kaiba any further than he can throw him.  Kaiba is gonna have to work to prove that no, he does not have any nefarious plans for Yugi, he is trying to help Yugi here, stop playing guard dog and let him fucking help.  The trick to doing that is not only showing he’s sincere, but also get Yugi to show he actually really wants Seto in his life, which ahahahaha since Yugi’s the Final Boss, will be.  A Trial.  May end up the most useful out of the three, but it’s sure as hell for Yugi’s sake, not Kaiba’s.

-Grandpa!: The hidden superboss he honestly didn’t expect, because, much like Yugi, he can forgive things done to him, you do not mess with his loved ones.  Much like a superboss, can be cheesed if you know the strategy.  Seto does not know the strategy, has to deal with protective and too clever for Seto’s own good grandpa until his sincerity can be proved.  Grandpa Muto is a wild card; he wants what’s best for his grandson but also probably enjoys trolling Seto and pretending the trolling is just him being a dotty but harmless old man.  \D

-Yugi: The Final Boss himself.  Absolutely will weaponize his cute and innocent appearance to try to get Seto to Back The Fuck Off, You Are Too Close To The Truth And He Does Not Want To Talk About It.  Also will pretend nothing’s wrong or literally, physically leave to avoid subjects he is metaphorically going “LALALALA TOTALLY NOT TRAUMATIZED BECAUSE OF THIS PLEASE IGNORE THIS BECAUSE I AM LALALALA” at.  Probably 10 seconds from exploding after the first serious attempt at getting him to open up.  Probably should have exploded.  The type to apologize for getting Seto’s shirt wet from tears and snot the first time he actually opens up and cries.  The most awkward hug ever probably took place during this event.  Eventually starts sharing when he’s having negative feelings...  to only Kaiba.  It’s progress, at least?

(Kaiba is kind of proud to be the only one who gets to see these sides of him, but Yugi.  Yugi plz.  You have ride or die friends.  Who know about the Horrible Possessed Traumamurder Gremlin Phase.  They aren’t leaving you because sometimes you want to vent and call someone else on your dev team an absolute shitweasel in private.)

[littlewriterfullofwords]

Now it's time to say goodbye

Pairing: Chishiya x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N has a crush on Chishiya but hides it very well.

Warnings: angst, hidden feelings, a little bit of swearing, some spoilers for season 2, blood, being shot

A/N: Hi! I'm back. This time with Chishiya because it's another character I'm obsessed with (ofc with Nijiro as well). I hope you like it. Please tell me about any mistake. Requests are open

You had no idea how long you had been here and how long had you been playing those crazy games but you knew one thing, you wanted it all to end. You had enough of this running, hiding, gambling your life like it was some money you weren't scared of losing. It wasn't. You have done a lot to stay alive in the real world, you survived your stupid ideas and God's will to kill all your motivation so loosing everything you had gained due to hard work wasn't on your 'to do' list. Especially not from hands of a psycho who was pointing a fucking gun at you.

"You don't have anything to say?" Niragi bent down and moved his face closer to yours so you could feel his breath on your skin. "Nothing? I can make you speak."

"Calm down." interrupted him Ann with her serious look and pushed him away from you. "Hatter will deal with her."

"He doesn't have a gut to hurt her!" yelled black haired and lifted your chin with the rifle so you locked your eyes with his. "He's weak."

"You better don't tell him that." you joked with a smirk.

"Let's go." Ann grabbed Niragi's collar and walked him out of the room in accompany of his yelling, promises of death and cursing, leaving you alone.

The room was big, as almost everything in the 'Beach', yet now it felt small, almost claustrophobic. You didn't know what Hatter would do with someone who killed three of his people without a reason...well, you had a reason but you knew that this so called "big boss" wouldn't understand. He was a man and men couldn't understand women's reasons and ways of their thinking. Oh, and they couldn't keep their hands for themselves.

"You better come back alive." Hatter came in with a silver-blonde haired man behind him and they both stood in front of you. "Come back alive and we will think what to do with you."

You were confused. Did Hatter just let you go without consequences?

"What?" you asked blinking like if something was in your eye.

"Chishiya said your visa is about to expire." explained the 'big boss' what only made you look at the quiet man besides Hatter who was looking at the window. "Go, play the game, win and then I will deal with you. I know what you did. And you will pay for that."

"It's not like they are....well, WERE innocent." you knew explaining wouldn't do anything but anyway you tried. "They needed to learn to keep their hands off of me. And any women here."

"Here, no one cares what we should or shouldn't." to emphasise his words, Hatter grabbed your chin and forced a kiss, making you wiggle to get away from his touch. "We do whatever we want, sweetheart."

"Don't you have your massage session?" mentioned nonchalantly Chishiya, the quiet silver haired man, what made Hatter move away from you and straighten up. "You don't want to miss it."

"I don't." agreed the 'big boss' and left the room, leaving you still tied to the chair and Chishiya with calming smile.

When the door closed behind Hatter, silver haired came closer to untie the knot at your wrists.

"Why did you lie to him?" you asked, your visa had few more days till expiration date. "Why did you help me? It's not your normal behaviour."

"If you didn't kill them, I wouldn't have to." the rope fell on the ground and finally you felt the blood running through your hands and fingers again. "Now move. We need to find you a game."

"You don't have to. I can help myself." you rolled your eyes as you walked out of the room, leaving Chishiya behind.

Some may ask why were you mean to the silver haired when he obviously saved your ass and gave you at least two days of life. Maybe because you were trying to hide your true feelings, maybe because you weren't grateful, maybe because you wanted to be your own prince charming...who knows.

The next day you left the 'Beach' to play a game in the city. You really didn't think while choosing so you were surprised when you found yourself in a game of hearts.

"Fucking hearts." you murmured when you took the phone and read the rules.

On the one hand you were happy you didn't have someone with you, someone like Kuina, Arisu, Usagi or Chishiya. Yet, on the other hand some help from one of them would be amazing. But you had to do that alone, so you started doing your job to survive. The game was only 3 of hearts so it was one of those easy yet still difficult, thanks to the hearts, ones. Playing with someone's heart, killing them at the end just to have 5 more days of your own life...it was worth it only if you had a reason to stay alive. And you had. So after an hour you proudly left the building, covered in blood from head to toe. Your eyes were shining with dangerous light, the fire of blood and life lust.

You didn't come back to the 'Beach' that day, you spent the night in the city almost all night looking at the card. 3 of hearts.

"Like an octopus." you laughed at your own, biological joke. "Three hearts, one in their butt so no one can find it. So it never dies."

The next day you headed back to the 'Beach' to meet with Hatter and his verdict about your life. Unluckily, or luckily, you only saw big, burnt ruin. The 'Beach' didn't exist anymore. Only big, dark smoke reminded you, and probably other people, of this place, place of joy, music, alcohol and freedom.

"You missed the big 'boom'." you turned around to see Chishiya slowly walking with hands in his pockets.

"I had my own problems." your answer was short and harsh, almost like if you were mad at the man for no reason.

"You won." silver haired looked you up and down with his calmness. "Hatter would be proud."

"Hatter would have killed me by now." little smile crawled on your lips when you heard this approval he had put in someone else's lips.

"Y/N!" Kuina joined the two of you along side with Ann, Arisu and Usagi. "You are back."

"Yeah." you nodded. "I've missed a lot, haven't I?"

"Totally. So it started with..." and the whole story was told by Usagi and Arisu who were interrupting each other to mention every detail from every point of view.

And that's how you ended up in their team for the next games.

Face Cards.

The King of Spades. You were so done with this man running everywhere with his guns and shooting people. He was worse than Niragi who only had been threatening people not actually killing them unless in a game. And thanks to this King, you were separated from the group. You were alone. Had been for few days, trying to survive in the city you used to live in. And those games. They were everywhere again until there was only King of Spades and Queen of Hearts.

"Fucking hearts." you murmured while looking at the big banner with the face card in the sky.

You really started to hate those red marks in the corners of the card which were reminding you to worry about the silver haired boy who was nowhere to find. You knew Chishiya was clever and would easily get out of any trouble yet you still were worried. You have been hiding your own feelings, even from yourself, that they had enough of being tossed together in the trash bin and now decided to show themselves in a form of worrying and constantly thinking about this man.

"Don't make me feel crazy!" you yelled and kicked the nearest trash bin which flew meters away and rolled on the floor, stopping by the dead boy of a woman probably killed by the Kind of Spades. You had to regret that, your wound from the bullet in your leg made you hiss and bend in half. "I will kill you, Shuntaro Chishiya. You will see, I will do it."

And that's when you saw him. White jacket on his shoulders, silver hair shining in the sun and of course hands in his pockets. You wanted to run towards him, to hug him and say how much you worried but you only stood there and waited.

"You are alive." when Chishiya stood in front of you, you smiled, hiding your wound behind it. "Well done. We don't have to look for your body."

"It's not like you would mind me being dead." his smile woken up butterflies in your stomach you were trying so hard to kill.

"Probably I will be dead first so I won't see that." you whispered but quickly smiled to hide the dark thoughts behind the mask, you were begging he hadn't heard you. "You know anything about Arisu or the rest?

"No." Chishiya shook his head. "I lost them when King of Spades attacked for the first time. When we lost you."

The way he said the last sentence...like he cared about loosing you then. You wanted it to be true but you knew it couldn't be so you just shook your head to get rid of those thoughts.

"Let's find them." you proposed, knowing damn too well you didn't have chances of finding them in this big city and it was the only way not to think about the man next to you.

But you didn't walk far. The King of Spades appeared out of nowhere and started the massacre again, making you run for your lives. You were trying to catch up with Chishiya whose hands were hidden in his pockets, as always, but your wounded leg was almost yelling at you to stop.

"Shiya. Here." you turned right and hid in the abandoned flower shop, and waited for the man to join you.

"You think he doesn't like flowers?" joked Chishiya, a little smirk appeared on his face.

"They don't suit him." you answered and when tried to move towards the window, you hissed in pain. "Fuck."

You moved a hand from the wound and looked at the blood on it, contrasting with your pale skin and white floor of the shop. Your eyes slowly moved to Chishiya's and you were sure he saw apology in them.

"Listen to me." you straighten up and pointed a finger at the silver haired. "There are two things I know."

You took a deep breath and, before continuing, you checked if the King of Spades was on the horizon..he wasn't.

"First thing, I might die soon." you locked your eyes with Chishiya's and maintained the eye contact. "I will try as hard as possible to catch up but I don't know for how long I will be able to run. I won't give up...haha...I am not that easy to kill yet as you can see, I am wounded. I will do my best...I will protect you."

The last words you whispered as if you were scared of them. You actually were. You were scared of your own feelings. Yet it was the only time you wanted to listen to them. It was your only chance.

"And the second thing?" it sounded like he didn't listen to your previous words but you have known him for some time, he had heard you.

"But promise you won't laugh." you asked him.

He rose his pinkie, the symbol of promise.

"Damn, it's hard for me." you laughed at yourself. "And embarrassing. But here we go."

Last breath before saying everything that you had bottled up inside. You weren't ready yet it was the time.

"You know...I've been mean to you. It's not like you did something or so...I was just....how to say that?" you brushed your hair and glued your eyes to your shoes, as far away as possible from Chishiya's eyes. "I was masking...I was masking my feelings. You probably realized that you weren't JUST a person to me. You are kinda important."

Another break for a short laugh session. You weren't good with explaining your emotions, not even mentioning understanding them.

"You are making me feel insane." you said with a smile. "Like every time I saw you I was like 'damn, he's so clever, he's amazing, so handsome.' So when I was separated I was so worried about you that I almost poked out my own eyes... Of course that's a joke, I like them. So...yeah...that's all."

"So you wanted to say, that you almost poked out your precious eyes because you were worried about me?" asked unbothered silver haired man with a lifted eyebrow.

"I- I-...." you chuckled at yourself and the situation you two were in. "Yeah, kinda. More like 'I have a crush on you' but your is better. So now as I told you everything I want you to know I really care about you, you mean the whole fucking everything to me and I will die today...probably."

The silence now lasted too long for you, you were impatient. You wanted to know his thoughts about your monologue, you wanted to hear anything, even just "okay" but something, not the silence.

"We need to go." Chishiya looked through the window and checked out the surroundings. "I think he left."

You wanted anything and it was your anything yet not the one you were expecting. But it was Chishiya, you would forgive him everything, even those words out of context of your speech. You smiled sadly and nodded.

"You have to survive." you whispered as you stood next to him. "Survive for me, Shutaro Chishiya."

Without any warning, you placed soft and gentle kiss on his lips before you left the shop. You didn't look at him, you knew you couldn't. You told him everything, you opened up and now felt naked...like Adam and Eve after eating the forbidden fruit in the Paradise. He saw the vulnerable side of you, the side no one ever saw so he could do anything with this knowledge, he was at the winning position now.

The neighbourhood was quiet...too quiet for this world.

"Let's go." you ordered and quickly moved on the other side of the road.

And it was a mistake. The gunshot announced the presence of the King of Spades.

"Run!" yelled Chishiya and followed you as you sprinted straight ahead.

You wanted to be faster, you wanted to live but the God, or the gods, of this world had other planes. And you hated them...you hated them all.

The pain...the pain was everywhere, in every part of your body. In your leg, in your hands, in your head and even in your precious eyes you liked the most. The voice got stuck in your throat, you couldn't yell when you were falling on the ground. You tasted the blood on your tongue, you felt it under your fingertips. You got shot.

"Y/N!" Chishiya's voice was coming from away but in your eyes he was close...which of those was wrong?

"GO!" you got the control over your voice so you yelled loud enough for him to hear. "Survive! Do it for me!"

He hesitated for a second yet when he heard another gunshot he left as you had ordered. You were breathing slowly, every breath worth everything you had ever had. The blood was sinking into ground, disappearing quickly from the surface. But you? You were smiling. You knew that this would come and you were kind of prepared. You had not regrets...especially after you told Chishiya everything you had been hiding.

The book's cover got slamed nonchalantly.

"Fucking hearts." you murmured before you closed your eyes letting the darkness consume you.

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"People's imagination is just too much." Chishiya threw the object on the ground and headed out of the ruined library. "They need to create something new other than getting shot and confessing almost on their deathbed."

"You enjoyed it." you joked and rose an eyebrow. "I saw that on your face."

"You were hallucinating." of course Chishiya wouldn't mention that he changed the original characters in his head and put himself, and you in their places...no one had to know.

You followed him with eyes full of admiration and this feeling you didn't want him to see. Maybe the book was true after all...at least about the main character's feelings.

The silence of almost dead Tokyo got interrupted by the shotgun.

"That's a King of Spades!" someone ran out of the alley and started running, passing you two. "Run!"

You looked at Chishiya, he looked at you...you knew. You two knew.

"Don't get shot in the leg!" yelled Shutaro when you were running away from the King.

"I thought you didn't like the book." you joked.

"I said it lacked creativity." answered silver haired. "Now run. I don't want to hear your drunk confession."

"She was shot not drunk, that's the first thing. And the second is ... I can confess now." you smiled brightly at Chishiya whose eyes were almost telling 'go on.' "I like you dumbass."

"I know yet I thought you would tell me about poking out your eyes but this will do."

[alatusxiaoo]

5:03 PM

kaedehara kazuha.

“kazu—” your urgent protests turn into muffled whispers when he briskly presses his hungry lips against yours for the hundredth time.

“you’ve really got to stop talking so much, love,” he murmurs dazedly against your mouth. “although i wouldn’t mind having to shut you up all the time.”

“this is serious,” you whine as you shove him lightly with heavily flushed cheeks, perceptibly aware of your disheveled hair and erratic breathing — not to mention his lust-filled eyes.

“i’m going to be late,” you assert, attempting to pry his wandering hands from the skin of your waist. “and you got your five minutes.”

“i still have two left, thank you very much.” kazuha snickers. “you seem eager to leave.”

“well, i was expecting that you’d give me some time to fix myself…” you grumble dejectedly, running a hand through your hair in an effort to make it look a bit neater.

“what’s the issue?” he hums innocently. “you always look beautiful.”

“presentable,” you correct, attentively straightening your dress shirt. “i need to look presentable.”

“i know, ‘m sorry about that.” your boyfriend pouts before softly pinching your nose in an endearing manner. “how are you doing today?”

“i’m good,” you reply, looking up at him with a shy smile. “this made me feel better.”

“glad to know i was of service,” kazuha grins, kissing the side of your jaw. “this makes me feel better too.”

“‘course it did,” you scoff teasingly. “i think my lips are already bruising.”

“it’s a pretty shade on you.”

you can’t fight the smile that contorts across your face. “you’re lucky i love you, else i would’ve beaten your ass for doing this to me.”

“mhm, people should be more jealous,” he thumbs your cheek affectionately, ruby irises brimming with fondness. “i’m clearly dating the best person in the world. ‘s a million times better than winning the lottery.”

an impatient knock echoes from the door of your office, followed by a flurry of muffled complaints…most likely coming from your assistant who knows you’re already behind schedule.

“i’m really leaving now.” you sigh as you cover your face with your hands, hoping you don’t look like the ripest of tomatoes at this rate.

“love you,” he smiles, gently putting your hands to the side. “go kick some ass.”

“love you too.” you squeeze his hand comfortingly, before hastily striding towards the door to leave for your meeting.

“hey, you forgot something.”

your head whips back towards the boy leaning on your desk with a disappointed frown.

“i…did?” the gears in your head agonizingly shift. “what is it?”

he lifts a finger, tapping it to his lips with a guiltless smile.

the absurdity of his wordless request causes you to roll your eyes at the sight of it, before turning around to walk back to the exit without much hesitancy. “you’ve literally kissed me a thousand times within the span of three minutes. i think you’ve had more than enough.”

however, before you can even thumb around for the unlocking mechanism of the door, you feel an robust force abruptly pin you against the wood of it, causing you to gasp sharply with an inward breath.

kazuha smirks unfathomably at you, raising a fist to calmly knock on the locked entrance behind you.

“hey, y/n’s assistant right? i get she’s running late for a conference, but i think we’ve run into another bit of a predicament here.”

your heart thrums violently when his gaze shifts down at you with darkened eyes.

“so if you don’t mind, i’m gonna need another five minutes.”

[sugarylawliet]

May I pretty please have a nsfw Light x Fem!Reader fic where Light is horny af and tries to seduce the reader but since it’s so rare to see Light needy like that, the reader decides to use this and pretends like she’s busy etc. and drives Light crazy af which leads to angry Dom!Light sex ;)

WHEW i got outta breath just reading this req-

warnings: nsfw/smut, dom! light, degradation with slight praise, this one has more plot than usual i think

taglist: @ygm1slt

"Y/N, do you mind?"

You glanced up from the dozens of tan manilla folders you held in your hand, spread out like a hand of playing cards, each one filled with documents upon documents about the legend you and your coworkers were chasing. The stacks of papers felt like the scribblings of a child in your hand; useless to you, because you knew who Kira was already. Hidden in plain sight, he was the man who had just called your name from the front of the room where he sat, beckoning for you to come near.

You let out a long sigh under your breath, slowly placing the papers onto the desk you stood in front of. You and Light were not dating, no, in fact you could barely stand to be in the same room as the man. His aura was suffocating, despite the large and sprawling rooms of the headquarters building, you could always pinpoint just where Light was; you could feel his arrogant energy wafting off of him, making it clear who the superior one was in the room. It was asphyxiating, and his words were even worse. Everytime he called you to come closer to him, your heart skipped a beat- and though you were sure it was from disgust, you never denied any of his requests. Your love-hate relationship with him only made your interactions more intoxicating. You weren’t gonna deny yourself the excitement.

Your footsteps echo through the almost empty room as you walked towards Light, the only other people at the task force at the moment being L, Matsuda, and Soichiro, all of whom were working together on the right side of the room, their focus on L’s computer.

“What is it?” You ask as you approach Light, stopping next to him.

“I’d like to know your thoughts on this, a second opinion would be helpful.” He gestures towards his computer screen, which was packed with data you could barely read. As you attempt to decipher the text, Light places his hand on your upper thigh, gripping it horizontally. You hold back a gasp, trying not to draw attention to yourself. Light stares at you, your eyes unwavering from the screen in front of you.

“Umm, well, it’s....”

Light’s hand slides up your thigh, his fingers inching up your skirt and brushing the fabric of your panties. He moves his fingers slightly with the slowness of a lover brushing their thumb up and down your hand as you hold theirs. Your breath stutters as you found yourself craving a harder touch from the man you thought you hated.

You break your gaze from the computer screen and glance at Light- his eyebrows were turned downwards, and the image gave you an idea. You grab Light’s hand, peeling it from your leg and dropping it into his lap. “Actually, Light. I’m kind of busy with these documents right now, sorry.” You smile, walking away and returning to your spot at the other table.

You sort through the papers, your mind off of Light before you feel the vibration of your phone from the table. You check to make sure L wasn’t looking before checking your phone, opening the message notification.

Light Y.

brat.

You glance over your shoulder before typing a quick response.

                                                                                                                        Y/N

                            i’m sure i don’t know what you mean.

You place down your phone screen-first on the table and turn your ringer off, not bothering to see whatever quip Light would respond with. You catch him rolling his eyes out of the corner of your view before returning to his work. He places a hand over his mouth and throws one of his legs over the other, crossing them. You smirk to yourself.

This was a back and forth you and Light Yagami often shared ever since you joined the Japanese Task Force. Light, the esteemed man he is, never places doubt in his ability not only to seduce women, but to get what he wants, whatever that may be; in this case, it was you. You, on the other hand, prided yourself on being strong- a stubborn person with an unwavering will, someone who could out-work and out-show the men who thought they were better than you. Often you forgot the end goals of your little adventures to prove yourself better than, getting caught up in the chase of it all. You and Light’s relationship was a quite hectic blend of both of your guys’ stubborn behavioral habits, and neither of you would settle for losing.

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“Light-kun, it’s getting quite late. You two aren’t tired?” L asks, glancing at you and Light, as the three of you were the only ones remaining in the main area of task force headquarters. Everyone else had either gone home or gone to their designated rooms in the building.

“No, There’s a lot of work to be done so I’m fine with sacrificing a little sleep.” Light glances at you briefly. You knew he was expecting to be left alone with you, but you decide to push the envelope a little further. You refused to give into him; at this point, your ego and desire to not lose rivaled his.

“Actually, Ryuzaki, you’re right. I’m gonna head to bed.” You wave goodnight to the men, sending Light an innocent smile as you walk upstairs to your room. 

You made yourself comfortable in your bed, as surprisingly Light had taken several hours to come upstairs- he didn’t want to chase after you, you assumed. Though, you could see how desperate he was through his facade.

Eventually, though, the door to your room opens with a creek, as Light steps his way inside and locks it behind him.

“Oh, hi Light. Do you need something?”

“Don’t play stupid.” Light runs his fingers through his caramel hair, frustrated. He walks over to where you sat on the edge of the bed, taking your jaw in his tight grip and forcing you to look at him.

“What was that all about, huh?” He places his hand on your leg, sliding further and further upwards as he speaks. “Teasing me as if you have the right. Have you forgotten who you’re talking to? I don’t appreciate the bratty behavior.” His fingers return to the position they were earlier, softly brushing up and down over your clothed heat. You bite your lip, holding back a moan; you weren’t going to give into him this easily. No, this was a competition for pride, and you were determined to win.

“Actually, Light,” You push his hands away from you, standing up, “I’ve had quite a long day. I’m gonna go get some rest, maybe you should too?” You remark before leaving, shutting the door behind you and finding another room to sleep in. You were going to win.

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“Are you guys coming with?”

You stand in the main hub of task force headquarters near Light, as L was on a seperate floor working and the rest of the task force was getting ready to leave for lunch.

“No, sorry, I wanna finish this work as soon as possible. But Matsuda, do you mind bringing Y/N and I something back?”

You whip your head towards him with a sour look as he volunteered you to stay with him- alone.

“Sure, text me what you want!” Matsuda exclaims cheerfully before leaving with the other detectives. 

The loud slam of the door echoing through the large half-vacant room did not draw your attention away from your work, as you were determined to remain focused.

“You know, Y/N,” Light stands up from his chair, approaching you from behind where you sat. You take in a breath, preparing yourself for the antics he was about to pull.

“You never did apologize to me.” He places his long slender hands on your shoulders from behind, slowly rubbing up and down.

“Apologize? What do I need to apologize for?”

“For being a fucking brat.”

Light abruptly grabs the sides of the chair and spins you around to face him, his nose almost poking yours and his hot breath tickling your face, flushing your cheeks red. You take the opportunity of your close proximity to lock eyes with him, slightly shaking your head no, your confidence unbreaking. 

With haste, Light knots a finger in your hair and roughly pulls you towards the nearest table, shoving you chest-first into it. He smacks your ass, earning a yelp from you. “How hard is it to follow fucking instructions? God, is your ego that big?”

He creeps his hand up your legs, dipping under your skirt and pulling your panties down to pool around your ankles. He runs his fingers up your slit, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Just give into me...”

You shake your head as best you can with Light still gripping the roots of your hair and whine out a small “Nuh-uh.”

He dips two fingers inside you, curling his fingers upwords and making a beckoning motion inside of you. Quickly, he pulls his digits out, extending his hand to force you to suck on them. “Hmm, taste all that? It sure looks like you want to give into me...”

You pitifully whine around his fingers, pushing your backside to press against the bulge forming in his pants, asking for more.

“See? I knew you were needy for me.” He removes his fingers from your mouth and slips them back into your cunt, pumping in and out at a steady pace before adding a third finger. You pathetically squirm under his methodical movements; he was too good at this. You try to bite back your moans to save your confidence, but soon fail as Light scissors his fingers inside of you.

“Mm, I love the sounds you make, you sound like such a slut.”

Light increases his pace and depth, curling his fingers against your walls until his fingers were no longer visible. His manipulation of your senses drew your orgasam out quicker than you expected, causing you to clench against his digits. Light, sensing this, promptly removes his fingers from you, causing you to whine.

“Light...”

“What, you think I’m gonna let you finish?” He chuckles leaning down to speak in your ear, “Just say you’re sorry, Y/N. It’s not that hard, really.”

“I have nothing to apologize for.” You pant. 

He smacks your backside again, the hand-print stinging with the frustration building up inside the man. “Don’t talk back to me, brat. You know, you’re really being difficult and I don’t appreciate it. Maybe I should just leave you here...” He removes his grip from you and begins to walk away, and you’ve never felt more alone without your arch enemy.

“No, Light...” You bite your lip as you call him, the swing to your ego panging your chest.

“Hm, what’s that?”

“Light...” You look away, feeling embarrassment bubble inside your stomach.

“You only get what you beg for, Y/N. I can’t hear you...” He walks closer to you, a smirk forming on his lips as he backs you against the table, “C’mon, pet. Beg for me to fuck you, I know you want to.” He places a soft touch on your clit, rubbing it slowly in circles.

Against everything you’ve been fighting for this whole time, against your pride, your body was aching and obeyed, “Light, Kira, I need you so badly, please, please just fuck me already.”

“Hm, I don’t know. Are you sorry?”

“Yes, yes, I’m really sorry.”

“For what?” His tone grows more stern.

“For being a brat, for teasing you, for not listening to you, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, just please, touch me....”

Light hums in appreciation as he unbuckles his belt, tossing it on the floor and pulling himself out of his tan pants, “Mm, that’s Kira’s good girl, I knew you’d come around.” He pumps himself a few times, sliding the head of his cock up and down your slit, pushing slightly in every now and again just to evoke a mewl from you.

A slew of “please”s and begging whines spilled from your lips like a desperate prayer as Light continued his torturous teasing.

“You’re nothing but Kira’s pet, right?”

You nod rapidly.

“And you’d do anything for me? You’re mine, mine to use how I please and dispose of? Mine to use as a fucktoy?”

You nod again without question.

“Good, that’s what I like to hear.” Light rewards you, finally pushing himself inside of you after what felt like an eternity. He rocks his hips to meet yours as he stretches your walls out, the moans from both of you mixing in the echoey room.

“God, Y/N, you feel so good. All this time I’ve waited...”

“Fuck, Kira,” You cry, wrapping your legs around Light’s waist, pulling him as close as possible. Your fingers curl into the hard, cold desk beneath you in an attempt to grapple with the amount of stimulation you were receiving.

His forehead came to rest on yours as he pounded into you relentlessly, “God, you’re such a good little slut for me Y/N, yeah? Nothing but a dirty fucking slut for my cock, fuck you take me so well.”

“Light, I’m gonna cum...” Your loud moans were hiccuped by the rhythm of Light rocking into you.

“Cum for me Y/N, cum all over my cock like the slut you are, make a mess so everyone knows how good I make you feel, how you’re mine and only mine to use for my pleasure.”

The harsh words that tickled your face encouraged your on-coming orgasam as you soon came around Light. He continued to thrust into you until he threw his head back with a groan, cumming inside of you.

Light pulled himself out and tucked himself back into his pants, tidying up his appearance with still labored breath. “Don’t even bother to clean up,” He head tired at the sticky liquid that was leaking down your legs and dampening the table beneath you, “Everyone knows you’re just a slut anyways, might as well let them know you’re my slut.” He winks before leaving the main room, walking off into a seperate hallway presumably to collect himself.

You stood up from the table, still panting. The fight was over, you had lost. Lost. Lost to the man who always seemed to win despite being plagued by misfortune. You huff, pulling your clothes back on and allowing the sting of losing your pride battle with Light Yagami to overpower the pain you felt in your lower half.

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Would you ever do a follow up to the Lily birthday fic with Lily v. Cap about James? I want to see who wins!

Happy birthday JP, the original best friend! Here's the original fic, and SW content goes to @lumosinlove <3

TW for implied sexual reference (nothing explicit; joking manner)

Lily studied Sirius’ face for a long moment, solemn even as his lips twitched with a suppressed smile. “Yeah, I’m at an unfair disadvantage,” she finally sighed, leaning back in her chair.

“You’ve known him longer than I have,” Sirius half-laughed.

“And you’re still going to kick my ass, Manspread Central.”

“Damn,” James said under his breath as Sirius crossed his legs with an offended look. “For those of you who haven’t already seen my wife’s birthday video, you should go do that, because it’s my turn now and I can’t wait to see who wins.”

Lily raised her eyebrows, amused. “The point of this game is to see who knows the most about James Potter: one of his teammates—”

“Godfather of his child,” Sirius coughed.

“—or his wife, and girlfriend of nine years.”

“Best friend of eight years,” Sirius added with a grin in her direction. “Weren’t you just telling us how best friends always know more than significant others?”

Lily subtly flipped him off and he barked a laugh; James shook his head around a smile. “First question, you maniacs: what is my middle name? Both of you, shut the fuck up.”

“I’m sorry,” Lily said through her giggling while Sirius snickered on James’ right. “It’s just—I really didn’t think you’d let them include this one.”

James’ lower lip slid out in a slight pout. “I tried.”

The timer chimed. “Fleamont,” Lily and Sirius said in unison.

“Fuck you guys,” James sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose beneath his glasses. “Alright, take your points, and let’s move on. How long have I been assistant captain?”

Lily bit down on her lower lip and stared at her whiteboard. “Shit.”

“Oh, do you not know this one?” Sirius asked innocently.

“F—”

“Time’s up!” James announced.

Lily held her board up. “Eight years?”

“Seven,” Sirius corrected before James even opened his mouth, flipping his board. “Same year, baby.”

“Damn right, sweet cheeks,” James answered with a blind forearm bump of celebration. “Number three: what languages do I speak, or at least understand?”

Lily tapped her foot for a moment, then erased her answer and rewrote it. The timer went off a few seconds later and she revealed her board, clearly unsure. “English, French, Russian, Spanish?”

James beamed at her. “Yeah! Sirius—oh. Oh, buddy.”

“I’m a fucking idiot,” Sirius mumbled with his forehead on the edge of the whiteboard.

“Baby, it’s your first language,” Lily said gently, though her cheeks were pink from laughter.

“I know.”

“I learned it for you,” James added as he swiped tears from under his glasses.

“I know.”

“Point to you, Lily-love. What is my greatest fear? And—” Both Sirius and Lily turned to him partway through writing. “It can’t involve my wife or my son.”

They made identical faces of disappointment and began to erase. After ten seconds, the timer chimed, and Lily frowned when she craned her neck to read Sirius’ board. “What?”

“Sorry, babe, but he’s right,” James said regretfully.

“Told me on a roadie, second year,” Sirius informed her. “It was weird enough that it stuck.”

Lily turned to James in clear confusion. “Why…why are you afraid of sugar?”

“Hot sugar,” he corrected. “My mom told me that if hot sugar lands on a person’s skin, it burns all the way through and leaves a hole behind that doesn’t heal, and you can never get the sugar off once it cools.”

“Jesus, Effie,” Lily muttered.

Sirius nodded. “I know, right?”

“I can’t even blame her,” James said with a laugh. “Anything to keep my grubby little hands off the stove. Next question: what skate do I sharpen first before playing a scrimmage?”

Lily turned to him in alarm. “Is it different than what you do before games?”

“Can’t tell you.”

She chewed the inside of her lip for a moment before leaning over to whisper in his ear. Sirius lifted his head and glared. “Stop exchanging bedroom favors for points!”

“You don’t even know what I said!”

“Yeah, but I know that face!” Sirius gestured to James’ red cheeks. “That’s his ‘my wife is out of my league’ face!”

“You have a face for that?” Lily asked, obviously pleased.

James’ blush deepened. “Of course I do.”

“Don’t give her hints.” Sirius jabbed him in the bicep with his whiteboard pen. “Unless you give them to me, too.”

“Way to set the example, captain,” Lily teased. “What’s the answer, J?”

James’ expression turned guilty and her face fell. “Sirius got it right. I do left skate before games, and right skate before scrimmages so that my skates are balanced.”

Lily faced the camera, looking lost. “If anyone else out there is confused, you’re in good company.”

“It’s all about the superstitions, lover.” James kissed her cheek and drew a half-smile out. “Moving on. What snack could I eat eight pounds of and not regret a single thing?”

“Oh, easy,” Lily snorted.

Sirius shot her a suspicious glance when the timer went off. “Popcorn.”

“Tough loss, Capsicle,” Lily tsked. “The right answer is jellybeans.”

“It’s jellybeans,” James confirmed, though he looked rather regretful. “You should both get this next one, though. Who is my favorite person?”

“Harry Potter,” they answered simultaneously without waiting for the timer. Off screen, several people burst out laughing, and Sirius and Lily high-fived.

“You’re both right,” James said. “Fuckin’ love that little guy.”

“That ‘little guy’ is your son,” Sirius laughed.

“Who is the first person I would call after an accident?”

Ten seconds passed quickly; Lily wrote her answer immediately, but Sirius took longer to think before jotting a name down. “One, two, three!” Lily raised her eyebrows when she saw Sirius’ board. “Oh, interesting.”

“You think it would be me?” Sirius’ face went soft. “Lily.”

James tilted his head to the side. “Of course it would be you. Why would I call Remus?”

“In case you were hurt?”

“Right, but if I’m calling someone because I’m really hurt, it would be an ambulance. I’d call you after an accident to, like, pick me up and drive me home. Or to the hospital, where you would call Lily. And then laugh at me for being stupid.”

“I’ll always laugh at you for being stupid,” Sirius promised, accepting the fist-bump with an earnest look. Over their shoulders, Lily rolled her eyes.

“We only have two more questions,” James warned. “And I have no idea how many points either of you have, so treat this like a death match.”

“We already were,” Lily said sweetly.

“What is my favorite fruit?”

Sirius barely used half of the ten second allotment, and kept his poker face even after he turned his whiteboard around and startled a snort out of Lily. “I don’t think I’m allowed to laugh at that,” James said with a slow breath while he desperately tried to control his expression. Lily’s face was growing redder by the second as her shoulders shook. “But I need you to know that you are the funniest motherfucker alive.”

“Do I get a point for being your favorite fruit?” Sirius asked, deadpan.

Lily covered her mouth with her hands. James closed his eyes. “Of course you do.”

Sirius finally let his smile crack through. “Fuck yeah.”

“Last one!” James announced. “It’s a tough one. How…do I answer the phone? You get fifteen seconds.”

Sirius stuck the tip of his tongue out in concentration; the corner of Lily’s mouth quirked up as she bent to write. The last five seconds ticked down, and both straightened when the faint bell went off. “This is just for me, but it is how you answer the phone, so…” Lily turned her board around. “Hey, baby.”

James nodded. “I didn’t think of that, but you’re not wrong. Pads?”

Sirius cleared his throat, dropping his voice low. “ThisisJames. All one word, too.”

“The imitation was unnecessary, but the answer was right,” James said with a playful kick to his shin. “Lily, I can’t deny you that point, so that’s another tie. Marlene?”

A beat of silence passed. “Lily was right,” Marlene said solemnly. Sirius slumped in defeat and Lily gripped the sides of her chair. “Best friends do know each other better than spouses.”

Sirius’ disappointment gave way to pure elation in the blink of an eye—he whooped, and turned to James for a double high-five that echoed off the walls of the studio. “Let’s go, man!”

“I hate being right all the time,” Lily sighed as Marlene handed Sirius his victory cupcake, which he split down the middle to share with James.

“Must be a real burden,” Sirius said with mock-sympathy around a mouthful of cake.

James licked his lips clean of frosting and turned to her with a hopeful look. “Since it’s my birthday, and since that last point was technically only right for you, can I still have the bribe from earlier when we get home?”

Lily turned to the camera with a shake of her head, though she didn’t even try to hide her smile. “Lions, please come control your assistant captain.”

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The Hottest Avenger - Bucky Barnes

a/n: im warning you, i will probably not stop for a while with the bucky fics so... brace yourselves lol! also i wrote this before ep 5 came out so its placed in that time

pairing: Bucky X Reader

warnings: TFATWS spoiler, some violence? nothing extreme

word count: 1.8k

summary: Being locked together with Sam and Bucky brings the worst out of you, picking on each other constantly. Following an arguement Bucky accidentally calls you his girlfriend in front of Sam when your relationship was supposed to be a secret.

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“Did you fucking eat the last dumpling?” you accuse Sam, holding up the empty takeout box where you thought were one more dumpling, one you’ve saved for yourself, but now it’s gone as Sam is eyeing you with his mouth full.

“Thought it was mine,” he mumbles, his words barely understandable from all the food in his mouth.

Taking a deep breath you’re trying not to jump at his throat right then and there. You’ve been locked up together all damn day in the trashy apartment across the street from the building where’s Zemo supposed to be hiding. Sharon had a tip about a possible place where he might be found, but you’ve been waiting to no avail for now. You’ve been growing stressed and impatient. You lost track of Karli and her people and now you can’t seem to find Zemo either. If it wasn’t for the Dora Milaje, you wouldn’t bother to be so after the asshole, but Bucky said if Ayo finds him first, he is dead and every useful information he holds goes to the grave with him so now you are forced to look for him. One failed mission has been following the other these days, that incompetent dickhead John is on the loose too after murdering that man in front of civilians and you feel like control has slipped out of your grip a long time ago. Now you’re stuck with Sam and Bucky in this crappy place, waiting by the window, watching out for Zemo and on top of everything… Sam ate your last dumpling.

Just when you’re about to snap at him, you feel a strong grip on your shoulder. You don’t have to look up to know it’s Bucky right behind you, but not just because he is the only other person in the room beside you and Sam, but also because you know his touch probably more than anyone. Only that most of the times it’s not your shoulder he is gripping…

It’s been going on for a long time between the two of you. Started with just some innocent flirting and you never thought it would grow into something more significant, but it did. And now you are officially in a relationship with none other than the Winter Soldier, only that no one else knows about it and you plan to keep it that way. You don’t need the teasing and jokes and the Avengers are known to be dicks sometimes, especially Sam.

Glancing up your eyes meet Bucky’s blue irises and he sends you a look that says “just let it go”, and though every fiber in you wants to whoop Sam’s ass, you let it slip.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna get mad about a dumpling,” Sam chuckles as he chews on the food that you should be enjoying right now.

“I can get mad about whatever I want to,” you growl back, growing quite irritated of him at this point.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” he huffs under his breath, clearly not as bothered as he should be. Before you could do any harm in him, you leave your spot by the window, needing a breather from… well, from him.

“Hey, it’s still your turn!” he calls after you.

“I need a break,” you growl back.

“Get your ass back here, we agreed to switch every two hours!”

“Sam! I’m walking out because I’m way too tempted to punch you in the face right now!” you snap at him, losing your patience. He rises from his seat with a hard expression, not quite a fan of the way you just talked to him, but you couldn’t care less.

“You think you could actually throw one? Because last time we fought you couldn’t really get a hold of me,” he narrows his eyes at you, coming to stand tall in front of you, trying to intimidate you with how much taller and stronger he might be, but you both know you’re a better fighter.

“It’s easy to talk with your fancy tech stuff. Why don’t we see who wins in a simple battle?” you challenge him with faked boredom.

“Guys, stop. We should be looking out for Zemo, not tearing each other apart,” Bucky tries to end the staring contest, sticking his metal arm between the two of you in case any of you decides to launch at the other one.

“Then tell her to stop bitching!” Sam nods in your way.

“I’m not bitching, I’m just fed up with your bullshit!” you spat back at him, leaning closer, your chest coming in contact with Bucky’s extended arm.

“Don’t talk to her like that, Sam,” Bucky warns him, but Sam snorts dryly.

“Don’t tell me you are taking her side, she is throwing a fit for a fucking dumpling!”

“I’m not taking sides, just trying to settle this stupid disagreement here,” he defends himself and you roll your eyes.

“You can’t tell me she is not overreacting it, Buck!” Sam laughs in disbelief, taking a step back, dropping the act that he wants to fight you. He probably knows he would come out as a ridiculous loser. “This is fucking insane, I’m not in the mood to deal with your shit, Y/N,” he shakes his head.

“Hey!” Bucky snaps at him. “Don’t talk to my girlfriend like that, okay?!”

“I’m just—wait, what?!” Sam’s eyes widen and you freeze too.

Your dumbass boyfriend didn’t just out the two of you, did he? What else is about to come?! Sam’s shock turns into a cocky grin as his eyes shift between you and Bucky.

“You guys… you guys are fucking?” he asks with a delightful laugh and you close your eyes sighing, already tired of his shit.

“That’s not—We’re not fucking, I mean… It’s not like that,” Bucky stutters, but it’s just making it worse. He looks at you with terror in his eyes, but you are way too drained to deal with it the right way.

“Yes, we are fucking! And we are in a mature adult relationship! Get yourself over it!” you bark at Sam before turning around and walking out.

You faintly hear the two men talk inside, but you don’t make out the words. You don’t go too far, sitting on the steps leading up to the third floor. Soon enough you hear the door of the apartment open with a creak and a moment later Bucky shows up in your sight. He sits beside you, remaining silent for a little before speaking up.

“Sorry for running my mouth,” he mumbles, his head hanging low.

“It’s… fine,” you breathe out. Bucky fidgets with his fingers and you know he wants to touch you in any kind of way as a reassurance that it really is fine. You don’t want to hold a grudge, it was an accident, you’re just a little bummed it’s not gonna be just the two of you anymore. Reaching out you take his hand, the real one that’s flesh and meat and you lace your fingers together as he peeks at you, still reserved and hesitant.

“Is it really fine or are you just bottling it up?”

“It really is fine,” you chuckle softly and leaning closer you kiss his scruffy cheek. “The only reason I wanted to keep it a secret is because you know how vickery the guys can get. I just didn’t want them to pick on us.”

“They do it because they are just jealous,” he smirks playfully, his shoulder bumping against yours.

“Yeah? Of what?” A soft chuckle slips through your lips.

“That I scored the hottest Avenger,” he replies smugly and you can’t help but laugh with your head snapping back.

“I didn’t know you were fucking Thor!” you retort and immediately see his smirk vanish from his lips as he stares back at you, not enjoying your joke as much as you are.

“Thor? Really? Not this shit again, Y/N,” he narrows his eyes at you. Back when you were just skirting around each other, you loved pulling his leg, joking about how much you are into the hottest Avenger, aka Thor. He never appreciated it, usually earned you a tight-lipped smile before he mumbled “Tarzan’s got nothing on me” before walking away, leaving you laughing like a hyena.

“Come on, you know I’m more into super soldiers,” you grin, leaning closer as he pepper his sharp jawline with more small kisses.

“You know, it’s not the best thing to say to your boyfriend when there are now about eight more super soldiers running around,” he huffs.

“But none of them has a metal arm,” you point out, finally making him laugh.

“So that’s your kink? A vibranium arm?” he asks with faked shock and you curl your arms around his bicep, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“How haven’t you realized yet?” you chuckle. Bucky turns his head until his lips can capture yours in a sweet, lighthearted kiss that makes you forget about everything that’s been clouding over your mind these past days. All the failures, the mistakes and chaos fades into nothing, because you have him and he has you.

Walking back into the apartment Sam stares back at you, neither of you entirely sure how to act after what just happened. He then grabs his phone from the dusty table before holding it up.

“I could order some extra dumplings,” he offers and you crack a smile shaking your head. This was his peace offering, both of you knows he won’t straight up apologize for the way he talked, but this is already more than what you were expecting from him. Bucky must have had a few words with him before joining you outside.

“It’s all good.”

The three of you get back to work, taking your previous spots, returning to the task on hand as silence falls on the room once again. You catch Sam glancing at you and the Bucky and you can tell he is about to make a snarky comment on your relationship. And just as he is about to open his big mouth, Bucky moves to silence him, but you’re faster. With a simple move you throw Sam to the ground, keeping him down with your hand wrapped around his neck.

“Don’t even think about teasing, understood?” you hiss at him as he gasps for air, his hands wrapping around your wrist as he tries to fight you off, but you hold him a second longer to emphasize the importance of your words. Then you finally let go of him and he coughs for air, fixing him up from the floor as you simply walk back to your spot by the window.

“Hottest Avenger, huh?” he breathes out, revealing that he heard what you talked about out on the stairs. “More like the Avenger with the most anger issues…”

You just grin, glancing over at your boyfriend who is now standing with his arms crossed over his chest, not even bothered by his friend’s struggles on the floor as he smirks back at you, nodding proudly as if he was saying: “That’s my girl.”

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Downpour

fromis_9 Jisun x Male Reader

8595 words

Categories: smut, mommy kink, oral

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Thirty-percent chance of precipitation today.

The loud squeak of windshield wipers working their hardest proved the contrary, trying to keep up with the furious rain pounding your car. Weather forecasts were always full of shit, you’d probably have a better chance winning the lottery than them correctly predicting the weather.

Another crack of lightning lit up the obscured road, being trailed by a deafening roar of thunder that made your heart race. You’d never seen the skies so dark, so gloomy, so angry as if Mother Nature was enacting revenge on some poor soul.

Guided only by taillights it became harder to see much of anything, keeping your distance in between impatient cars. The right choice was made as cars sped by, splashing your windows and ruining visibility further as if they had forgotten they were on oil-slicked streets and not the Daytona 500.

You still had a good thirty minutes left to your place, normally no less than a five-minute drive in usual circumstances as the harsh storm showed no signs of letting up.

More lightning struck in the distance as the rain continued punishing the highway, thunder roaring enough to vibrate the windows, demanding its presence be known

“Thirty percent my ass,” you mumbled to yourself, cursing the idea of men and women in suits fabricating lies and getting paid to do so. You just hoped it didn’t hail, you would be home soon safe and sound with a cup of hot tea in your hands snuggled under the blankets.

The thunder grew louder, and you felt you were tempting fate at this point by continuing on, but consequences be damned, you felt no need to pull out.

Right before you were about to make your exit off the freeway, a stranded car caught your eye pulled off to the side of the road. The hood popped, blinkers flashing and you could barely make out the outline of someone waving desperately for help to anyone to no avail.

Traffic was light in this part of town, especially at night. Maybe it was too dark, maybe people didn’t care or both. You couldn’t just pass by without offering assistance, pulling behind them and shutting the engine off.

You grabbed your umbrella out of the backseat, pulled the hood of your jacket up over your head as you stepped out of the car. You were immediately bombarded by cold rain as you opened your umbrella as a shield to deflect it, heading towards the troubled car.

“Need any help?” you asked, as you approached the stranger, umbrella in hand. The owner of said car was a young woman, wearing a thin jacket that did little to protect from the rain, and you couldn’t tell if she had tears on her cheeks naturally or from the rain.

“Y-yes, thank you so much for stopping!” she said, suppressing a sniffle as you were able to clearly see her face, the rain doing its damndest to cover her beautiful features up.

“I-I don’t know anything about cars, it just stopped working. I tried to call for help but my battery died. I just filled the tank this morning, I don’t know what’s wrong with it.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know much either. Let’s get you out of the rain and I’ll see if I can call a mechanic.”

“T-thank you!” the woman graciously said, keeping your umbrella hovering over her head, trying to keep her from getting even more soaked.

“You must be freezing, I have a blanket in the backseat of my car if you don’t mind sitting in it.”

“N-not at all, thank you!” she said, as you led the way, opening up one of the back doors to allow her passage as she carefully stepped inside, taking a seat next to the window. You closed the door as the shivering woman wrapped herself in the thick blanket you kept back there for emergencies, heading behind the steering wheel and caught your first serious glance of the beautiful woman in the rear-view mirror.

Doing a quick search on your phone it took three different shops before any picked up, the result being unsatisfying.

“Are you doing okay?” you asked, as you looked over your shoulder at the beautiful stranger, her expression much more jubilant in nature now.

“Y-yes, thank you so much for saving me.”

“It was no problem. They said it would be at least an hour before they can send a tow truck to come pick up your car. They’re all backed up. I’m sure other places will be the same.“

“That’s understandable,” she said with an audible sigh.

“Is there somewhere I can take you?” you asked, vicious thunder rudely interrupting the conversation.

“Maybe we should wait out the storm?” she suggested, tilting her head to the side as you could see her nervous expression, her lips quivering.

“That’s not a bad idea.”

The woman sitting in your backseat flashed an innocent warm smile for the first time as a sense of relief overcame her, releasing a deep breath as she relaxed into the seat.

“It’s really coming down still. Would you mind keeping me company back here?” she shyly asked, patting the seat next to her. The rain crashed against the roof harshly, droplets sounding like a golf ball being slammed against the protective roof.

“Sure thing,” you said, crawling over the center console towards the back seat, smacking your head on the ceiling as you took the middle seat next to her.

“Are you okay?” she asked, giggling cutely as you rubbed the top of your head, checking for any bumps but the only thing hurt was your dignity.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

You fumbled in the dark, turning on the dome light to shatter the darkness as you both flinched, regretful that you didn’t give a warning beforehand.

“Sounds like you’re having a bad day,” you said, stating the obvious.

“You could say that,” she shyly said, her charming voice light and airy as she tucked strands of light blonde hair behind her ears.

“Thank you again.”

“Of course.”

“I was so worried when my car broke down, I didn’t know what to do,” she said, her arms still discernibly shivering.

“You’re safe now. Are you still cold? I can turn the heater on.”

She shook her head politely. “I think I just need to take this wet jacket off,” she said, removing it from her body as you took it from her, placing it on the empty seat next to you.

“That’s better.”

When she was in the right position you caught a glimpse of cleavage, but you tried not to stare.

The attractive blonde had on a simple white top underneath with a thin gold necklace that resembled more of a bra than a shirt as she adjusted the straps. Her pretty shoulders were exposed and didn’t have on more than a pair of jean shorts. It wasn’t that surprising why she was a bit chilly.

“You know...I’ve heard that huddling together is a good way to keep warm.”

“Is it?” you asked, feigning ignorance as you admired the color in her pupils.

“It’s worth a shot,” she replied, making her way over to your side as she climbed your lap. She left the blanket on the seat and avoided making the same mistake you did, clearly losing the height advantage you made it easier.

Her legs wrapped around your waist as you could feel the body heat rising already as she got comfortable.

“Is it helping?” you asked.

“I’m not sure yet,” she coyly said, pressing her body closer against yours, her breasts pressing against your chest.

“I’m feeling pretty warm myself now,” you said, looking into her gaze. She had the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen, just one look made you liable to get lost in them.

“I wouldn’t want you to overheat now…” she said, abruptly grabbing on the collar of your shirt and gently tugging on it, pulling it up and over your head as you lifted your arms to assist her.

“What about now?”

“I think I’m feeling much better.”

“Good,” she replied.

“You’re so pretty.”

She blushed, her cheeks helping warm the rest of her body. “Thank you. I think we can still do better,” she said, searching for the dome light and turning it off, leaving the car cloaked in almost complete darkness. Only scattered lightning strikes assisted in lighting up her features.

“What's your name?” you asked. She hesitated for a moment placing a hand on your shoulder and began tracing your bare chest with her fingertip.

Without saying another word she traced random patterns, moving from your neck down your abdomen, her touch tantalizing your senses. She moved back up to your chest as she formed the letter “J”, picking her finger up as she proceeded to write her name on your bare skin.

“...I”

“...S”

“...U”, she traced one more letter as you put them all together, her fingernail digging into your chest just enough to not cause any pain.

“...N”

“Your name is Jisun?”

“Yes.”

“That’s a pretty name.”

Her cheeks reddened again. ”Thank you. For everything. You’re really sweet.”

Jisun caught you by surprise, her small hands cupping your face as she leaned inward. The next fit of lighting struck perfectly, lighting up the back seat as her warm lips pressed up against yours, earning your first taste.

Her lips were impossibly soft, she tasted like a sweetened version of the rain, an addicting sample that you needed more of.

“Without you I’d still be stuck in the rain. Let me pay you back.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Jisun. You really don’t have to do anything.”

“But I want to. You’re my savior.”

You shook your head repeatedly. “I’m not, I would have done it for anybody.”

“I’m glad you did it for me then,” she said, kissing your lips again with more passion, more fire behind her gaze. “Let me do something for you. Anything, please?”

Her offer wasn’t necessary, but it would have been rude to refuse her generosity. You noticed at that moment you couldn’t tear your eyes away from her chest, even in the dim moonlight shining through.

“Can you take this top off?” you reluctantly asked, hoping you wouldn’t get a slap in the face in return.

“Of course. I meant anything,” she said without any delay, lifting her top up and over her head, flinging it behind her as it landed in the passenger seat. Her clothed breasts look so large and inviting, her skin soft and immaculate you just wanted to caress every inch of her.

Jisun didn’t waste time as your eyes roamed her body, dismounting your lap long enough to peel her jean shorts down her wide hips.

“Won’t need those anymore,” she smirked, leaving herself exposed in a cute set of white bra and panties. Her breasts were pushed up perfectly, and you didn’t know whether to stare at her surprisingly thick thighs or her bottomless cleavage.

“You have a really nice body, Jisun.”

Her charming eyes were intense and mesmerizing as she held her sweet gaze on you. “You can see more of it if you’d like.”

“Please,” you said, as soon as your syllable finished Jisun reached behind her back to unhook her bra, divesting it into the darkness as it landed on the rear dash, freeing her beautiful full breasts.

You grew speechless as you stared at Jisun’s newly exposed chest, her breasts such a perfect shape with beautiful cherry pink nipples, stiffening already either in part to the weather or her arousal, you didn’t care which.

“Can I touch you, Jisun?” you cautiously asked, instantly met with an approving nod.

“Please do.”

Not wasting a precious second you grabbed her hips, her skin warm to the touch and silky soft as you explored her body, touching her stomach and stopping just below her wonderful breasts, waiting for her blessing.

“Put your hands all over me,” she pleaded, the necessary invitation you craved as you cupped her warm breasts, delicious flesh in your fingertips as you felt the weight in your hands. Your pants tightened as you ran both thumbs over opposing pretty nipples.

Jisun moaned softly and closed her eyes for a second, trying to hide the desire in them.

“They’re sensitive,” she whined cutely, and you wanted to test that out as you pinched her nipples, rolling them between your fingers and sucked on the one closest to your mouth.

You felt Jisun’s hips buck as your lips latched on to the beautiful bud, applying firm pressure as you slurped gently on it, swirling your tongue around it and earning more beautiful moans that were drowned out by the still obnoxious thunderstorm.

Switching breasts you suckled them hungrily, devouring her tits and starving for more. Her wide eyes filled with pleasure as her nipples grew swollen and doused in saliva. You gave her sensitive tips a brief respite, licking in between her breasts, tasting the sweat that had formed which did little to quench your thirst as you kept your face buried in her cleavage.

You were content to stay there until the dawn broke, smothering yourself with her perfect breasts, but held back as you wanted to explore more of her body, kissing her collarbone and neck in several places, only to be met with more sensual moans.

More kisses, more places to touch, her deliciously soft skin being peppered with your lips, kissing wherever you could as you rested your hands on her back, keeping her small frame close to you.

You returned to her delicious lips, drinking in the intoxicating taste of Jisun as soft kisses grew more heated, hands wandering everywhere in the dark and desperate to touch naked flesh.

Jisun came up for air, gasping lightly as she angled her head into the crook of your neck, sucking on it with much fervor, living her lipstick stains on your flushed skin.

“I want you,” Jisun whispered seductively in your ear, nibbling on your lower earlobe while a hand found your crotch, cupping your bulge wantonly.

“I want you inside me,” she said, licking the side of your neck as her seductive gaze met yours, impossible to look away and you’d do anything she asked at that moment.

“I want you more,” you replied, kissing her breasts as she lifted herself off your lap just enough to slip her panties off, as you unbuttoned your pants, yanking them down to your ankles along with your boxers and you’ve never been so thankful to be freed of clothes.

Jisun took her place back on your naked lap, straddling you tightly as she grabbed your stiffening shaft, stroking you from base to tip slowly.

“Do you think anyone will see us?” she asked, running her slim fingers around your length with a delicate grip as you throbbed, another abrupt roar of thunder that startled you both as you caressed her cheek in reassurance.

“I wouldn’t care if they did,” you said, Jisun flashing a smile in agreement.

Jisun lined her inviting entrance with your shaft, carefully positioning herself and elevated her body. She took an audible deep breath as she pushed her hips down and sank down onto your cock, the tip penetrating her and sending a flood of pleasure as you both moaned together.

“F-fuck…”

Jisun leaned in as her hands wrapped around the nape of your neck, taking a second to adjust and began to take a ride on your stiff throbbing cock. One look in her sensual eyes heightened your arousal and her hips moved, stretching her out ever so gently.

The rain had finally calmed down, no longer causing alarm but now a calming presence, adding a beautiful soundtrack to what was happening in your steamy backseat. Jisun moved her naked body in a slow, precise rhythm, savoring every time your shaft left her pussy, anticipating the next stroke inside her.

Jisun was incredibly tight as was expected but not like this. Her pussy was so warm and wet, smothering your shaft as she impaled herself with half your length, taking in the pleasure one step at a time. With each ride she released a steady stream of erotic moans, her voice an orgasm in itself.

“You feel really good inside me,” she whispered in your ear, insisting on keeping her cute voice low as if she were your own personal sexual ASMR, every syllable of honey shooting tingles up your spine.

“Not as good as you feel around my cock,” you replied, placing your hands on her soft buttcheeks, squeezing the soft flesh she grew drunk with pleasure.

Jisun quickened her movements, taking more of you into her tight pussy as her wet lips gripped your cock tightly, demanding you stay inside her for as long as she wanted. She bounced her juicy ass on your crotch as your hands moved to the front of her torso, squeezing her breasts again as your shaft became covered in her slick juices.

“Suck my tits more,” she demanded, grabbing the back of your head and pressing her flawless breasts into your face, suffocating you with her delicious mounds. You stuck your tongue out and licked what warm skin you could, released from the confines of her flesh after several seconds as you took her sensitive nubs into your mouth, stimulating them endlessly with your lips and tongue.

“Just like that, fuck,” Jisun moaned, bouncing on your cock harder as you planted sloppy kisses on her breasts, palming and messily suckling on them as if Jisun’s voluptuous soft breasts were a top-notch meal and you had an insatiable appetite for them.

You did everything you could to Jisun’s tits, licking and slurping on her delicious nipples, teasing them with your tongue, biting them, devouring every inch of her breasts. She grew wetter with every movement, and you took a break from the buffet that was her chest, relaxing into the seat once more.

“How does that feel? Do you like when I ride your cock?” Jisun asked, keeping up the pace with every rock of her hips. Your arms spread wide and rested on the back dash as you watched her amazing breasts endlessly bouncing, unable to take your eyes anywhere else.

“It feels so good,” you said, your body feeling weightless, every sensation in your body being amplified as Jisun bounced and bounced with a limitless amount of energy. Her demeanor had changed tenfold since you met her, the stranded girl worried to no end now had lust-clouded eyes, full of wanton need and moaning easily into your ears.

“I want to make you cum. I want to keep riding your cock until you finish inside me.”

Jisun didn’t let you respond as she smothered your lips with her own, furiously bouncing on your cock as she grabbed your wrists and placed your hands on her breasts, helping you squeeze them as the loud smack of flesh against flesh filled the car.

“Play with my nipples. I’m so close, I want to cum on your cock.”

You did as instructed, wanting to fulfill any desires Jisun had as you pinched both of her hard nipples, tugging at them, teasing them with your fingertips, rolling them in between your fingers and doing anything to give her the stimulation she was desperate for.

“That’s it, please don’t stop. I’m going to cum on your cock so hard, oh god!”

Jisun’s tight dripping pussy clamped down hard around your cock, pulsating in random waves to validate her words. Her plump cheeks smacked against your lap, arms tightly wrapping around your neck as her breasts smashed against your chest, breathlessly moaning directly into your ears.

“Cum for me, Jisun.”

It wasn’t that she needed permission, but your beckoning words gave her an extra boost she needed, sending her over the edge. Her mouth agape as her head snapped back, toes curling and her breathing shallowed, holding on to your body as if she were going to collapse otherwise as her warm pussy pulsated rapidly as slick dripped out between her thighs.

Jisun’s half-lidded eyes grew heavy, closing them tightly for several moments as her intense climax washed over her like a hurricane, every ounce of pleasure hitting her all at once as she rode it out, gyrating her wide hips in slow lazy circles.

The fatigue set in as Jisun slowly opened her eyes, and as she came down from such an intense high you noticed the windows had fogged up considerably, only adding to the erotic atmosphere.

Jisun struggled to speak at first, still dealing with the aftermath of her climax as she took in several deep breaths, causing her chest to heave up and down which only aroused you even more.

“Your turn,” she said breathlessly, resting her head on your shoulder, catching her breath.

Jisun looked up at you, still in her post-orgasm haze and stared longingly into your eyes, sweetly whispering three words.

“Cum inside me.”

There was no better offer than that. Jisun did her best to move her hips, but you did the rest of the work, gripping her waist and thrusted frantically as sweat dripped down your brow.

You knew you weren’t going to last much longer, matching her slow and steady rhythm and driving yourself deep into her tight warm cunt.

“J-Jisun...I’m going to cum…” you moaned, the tightness in your core being impossible to ignore. She placed her hands on either side of your neck, her face a hair's breadth away as your impending orgasm grew closer and closer.

“It’s okay, fill me. Please, cum for me, give me everything.”

Just like before, her words were the trigger to your own climax, and with the last bit of thrusts you buried your shaft deep inside her heavenly pussy as you erupted. You grunted and groaned as your throbbing cock emptied into her, filling her to the brim with your thick, creamy load, her tight walls milking every drop out of you.

You fired everything you had into her body until your balls were drained, feeling just as breathless as Jisun did moments ago, gasping for air as she rested her pretty head on your warm chest.

Neither of you said a word for some time, communicating only in tired gasps and pants until you broke the silence.

“I think it stopped raining finally. Do you want me to try to call someone again?”

Jisun shook her head weakly. “It can wait until morning. The streets might be flooded, who knows how long it will take them.”

Her fingers ran through strands of your hair, playing with it lazily, “You can take me back home if you don’t mind. It’s not that far from here, I was on the way there before my car died.”

“Of course. Just tell me where to take you.”

“Let me get my things real quick,” Jisun said, almost forgetting that you still had your cock inside her.

“I guess I should get dressed first,” she giggled, as she dismounted herself from your shaft, her pussy leaking your hot load down her thighs.

“Fuck, you came a lot,” she said with a proud smirk as she slipped her top back on to cover herself up, not bothering with underwear as she pulled her jeans back up.

“I don’t exactly have anything to clean up with, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. I like the way it feels dripping inside of me,” she said, cautiously exiting the car. You got dressed yourself and moved to the driver’s seat, taking note of how the rain was thankfully now barely a sprinkle.

Jisun grabbed her purse, turning her hazard lights off and locked the door, slamming her car hood shut as she entered the passenger seat of your car, pulling down the visor to look at herself in the mirror.

“I’ve never had sex in a car before,” Jisun said, putting her seatbelt on as the engine purred to life.

“Me neither. First time for everything I guess?”

“Definitely.”

“Where to?”

Jisun punched her address into your GPS, and you looked behind you as you carefully pulled back onto the highway.

Her place wasn’t that far off, closer to your apartment than was expected as you pulled into a driveway, lights flashing onto a door with the number 009.

“Here we are, safe and sound.”

“Thank you,” Jisun said, and you couldn’t help notice the way the seatbelt rested in between her large breasts, making them appear even bigger and more noticeable.

“...You’re coming inside, aren’t you?” Jisun said, resting her hand on your thigh. “I won’t murder you. I promise,” she added.

“Well in that case...” you said, Jisun giggled cutely. You both stepped out of the car at the same time, letting her lead the way.

“I have roommates, but they’re not going to be here until the morning. We have this whole place to ourselves,” she said, keying in the number to her electronic lock as it magically opened.

Her place was smaller than expected as you slipped your shoes off and placed them in the entryway, next to several different pairs in different colors.

“How many roommates do you have?”

“Just a couple. Most of those are mine,” she responded, placing her shoes next to the pile.

You took a step onto the wooden floor that led into the living room, Jisun gesturing to take a seat on the couch centered in the room, small and cream-colored with tufted upholstery. Lounging back in the seat you were greeted with a surprising amount of comfort, trying not to hit your leg on the wooden coffee table in front, coming up to about your knees.

Jisun briefly panicked, noticing a leftover container of ramen and a can of orange fanta were left on the table as she quickly scooped them up and disposed of them.

“Sorry, my roommates are a bit of a slob.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Would you like some tea?” she asked, heading towards the rather small kitchen that doubled as a laundry room.

“Sure, I’d love some.”

“What kind would you like?”

“There’s more than one kind?”

Jisun chuckled as she opened a cupboard that she was barely able to reach filled with different colored boxes.

“Let’s see, we have blueberry, raspberry, ginseng, sleepytime, green tea, green tea with lemon, green tea with lemon and honey, ginger with honey, ginger without honey, vanilla almond, white truffle and... earl grey.“

“...I think you made some of those up,” you said, cocking your head to the side.

“How about raspberry?”

“Raspberry sounds great.”

Jisun grabbed a red box out of the cupboard, shutting the door and grabbed two black mugs, placing them on the counter as she poured water in an electric kettle.

“Shouldn’t take too long,” she said, settling down on the couch next to you and crossing her legs. You couldn’t help but notice that without the security of a bra her nipples were poking through her top, not that it wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen moments ago, but it did spark a fire in your loins.

“Are you hungry? I can whip something up real quick, I’m a really good cook.”

“I wish I was. I had a big dinner before the drive home.”

“Oh, okay,” Jisun said, disappointed. “I hope it was delicious.”

“It was, but you taste better,” you smugly said.

Jisun couldn’t help but laugh at your cheesy compliment, as there was an awkward moment of silence for two people who just had sex in a backseat.

“So, Jisun…” you said, struggling to come up with anything to say to break the tension. “This is a nice place.”

“Thank you. It’s small but cozy, and the rent is really cheap. There’s three of us here so I can afford to just work part-time right now.”

“What do you do if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Not at all. I’m a…” Jisun hesitated for a second, shyly smiling.

“I’m an erotic model.”

Jisun tried to hold back a giggle, failing miserably as she covered her mouth with her palm.

“Oh really?” you said. “So I’m not the only person who has seen you naked?”

“Sorry to break it to you. It’s not always nude though, sometimes it's lingerie or swimsuits, but I definitely don’t have my clothes on for most of the shoots.”

“You certainly have the body for it.”

Jisun blushed. “My roommate got me the job, she does the same thing. I wasn’t so sure about it at first, but then I realized then that my large breasts could work to my advantage, and it pays really well.”

Your thoughts raced of Jisun in various nude poses, baring herself for the world to see. It was at that moment that a loud beep came from the kitchen, signaling that tea was ready to be made.

“Be right back,” she said, heading to the kitchen to prepare the tea and came back right away.

“So, what about you?” Jisun asked as she sat back down.

“I’m a photographer. I haven’t been lucky enough to shoot erotic models though,” you said.

“How fun. Maybe someday you can take nude pictures of me.”

You could only dream of such a thing.

Another beep as Jisun excused herself, returning with two mugs of freshly brewed raspberry tea, handing you one, the delicious room flooding the room before you had your first sip.

“Careful, it’s hot.”

True to her word it was, but no less delicious, the aroma wafting and hitting your nostrils as you tasted it.

“Do you like being a model?”

“I love it,” she said without hesitation. “I love my body, I’m confident enough to stand in front of a mirror naked and be proud of what I see. I get to show the world that, have fun, and get paid to do it.”

“I’d love to see your work.”

“I’ve got some copies around here somewhere,” she said, bringing her mug to her lips and taking a loud sip.

“But I’ve got a better idea. I’ll be right back.”

Jisun headed out of the living room, bare feet walking up the black spiral staircase that led up to an unexplored area. You were left in silence, sipping on piping hot tea that warmed your throat as you waited for her return.

Not long after, Jisun came back into frame, standing at the top of the staircase in a very sheer black robe, loosely tightened that did little if anything to cover up her voluptuous body. She took slow purposeful steps down the staircase, her slender legs exposed through a slit in the robe as she took her time in making her way back down.

When her feet stepped off the last step she straightened her back, placing her hands on her hips and presented herself. You could see her breasts desperate to be freed once more, sporting more deadly cleavage as her small tight body was the perfect package of sexy and cuteness.

“Wow,” you said, your mind going blank as you were at a loss for words, putting your mug down on the coffee table.

“What do you think? This is what I wore for my last shoot,” she shyly said as she spun around, letting you see the glimpse of her bountiful backside.

“I think I need to see more,” you said, smirking as you tried not to salivate over her yummy body.

Jisun beamed in response, loosening the belt on her robe and letting it fall off her shoulders as it fell to the ground. She took a few steps towards you, letting you feast your eyes on the lacy pastel pink lingerie she had changed into, displaying all her delicious curves for you.

“You look so sexy, Jisun,” you said, as she sat back down on your lap, and you couldn’t take your gaze off her for a second, wrapping your hands around her waist.

“I really need to thank you again,” she warmly said, planting a kiss on your forehead.

Jisun stalled her words before continuing, placing her steaming mug next to your own.

“You took such good care of me,” Jisun said, initiating the kiss once more and pressing herself against you until both of your bodies were flat on the couch, your feet almost hanging off the edge.

“Hurry up and take this off,” she requested, pulling on your shirt, and you rushed to lift it off your body, tossing it on the ground. Jisun planted her soft lips down your body, starting with your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down your chest and your abdomen as she began unzipping your pants.

“I didn’t get a chance to suck your cock in the car,” she said, dragging your pants and underwear down to your ankles, resting a hand on your thigh as she pumped your shaft slowly.

“Mommy wants to take care of you now,” she said, staring into your eyes as she gave smooth delicate strokes from base to tip, working every inch of your throbbing shaft.

“Mommy?” you repeated.

“You’ll call me that won’t you, baby? It’ll really turn me on.”

“Of course, mommy,” you said, not hesitating for a second. Jisun’s eyes brightened and her heart skipped a beat as she laid down flat on her stomach, spreading your legs wide and rubbed your thighs.

Jisun puckered her lips and kissed the very tip of your cockhead, swirling her tongue around it, swiping against your leaking slit.

“Mommy...wants...to...pay...you...back,” she said, planting a wet kiss on your shaft after every word, smacking her lips against your flesh, leaving her wet mouth everywhere.

“You’re going to feel so good after I’m done with you, baby.”

Jisun gave your balls a tender squeeze, licking your shaft from base to tip, long delicate strokes of her tongue painting your cock as she explored every inch.

“Mommy can’t wait to make you cum again.”

The frantic licks around your shaft lowered, Jisun licking up and down your balls as she kissed her way back up, making sure not an inch of your shaft was left without feeling her soft lips.

Jisun knew you were more than ready, eager lips sliding alongside both sides of your needy shaft, running her tongue all over. When she reached your swollen head her soft lips wrapped around your shaft, sucking your tip gently as her cheeks hollowed, causing a gasp to leave your mouth.

She focused all of her attention on pleasuring you, moving just past your tip as it disappeared into her warm mouth, sucking on your shaft at her own deliberate pace.

“Fuck, mommy,” you said as Jisun began to bob her head up and down, lips sliding down halfway to your base and coming back up as her wet tongue played with the underside of your throbbing shaft.

Jisun’s dreamy eyes were etched onto yours, lifting her feet up into the air as she fondled your balls, gently massaging them as her mouth went as deep as she could, swallowing up every inch.

“That feels so good, mommy,” you moaned, feeling your shaft being coated in her warm saliva, as her slow pace continued, demonstrating she was no slouch when it came to her oral skills.

“I can tell. Mommy loves hearing you moan.”

Jisun took her sweet time, building you up slowly as you experienced a paroxysm of intense pleasure. Her warm wet mouth surrounded your throbbing needy shaft as she sucked every inch from base to tip, gently sliding up, and moving back down in smooth, carefully timed strokes.

You felt so many sensations throughout your body, unable to focus on any individual one as you stared up at the high ceiling for a moment, taking your eyes away from the oral assault between your thighs.

Your ears were filled with the wet sounds of Jisun slurping on your shaft, her tongue swirling around as her hands were kept busy, one hand resting on your thigh as her nails gently scratched your skin while the other caressed and played with your balls, making sure you were feeling as good as possible.

“M-mommy…” you whined, returning your focus to Jisun intensely pleasuring you, regretting looking back down at your crotch as it was quickly becoming too much to take.

Jisun didn’t back down, her delicious soft lips sliding down your length effortlessly, keeping those sparkling eyes on you and driving you absolutely insane, sucking off every inch of hard flesh as she caused endless moans from your mouth.

Your gasps and moans were music to Jisun’s ears as she parked her mouth at the end of your base for several seconds, tongue swirling in random patterns and you’re not sure how you didn’t immediately explode then and there.

She withdrew slowly but not without a few additional slurps, stroking your shaft gingerly as sat back up to her knees, positioning herself on the inside of your spread legs.

“You like mommy’s big tits, don’t you?” she asked, not that she didn’t already know the answer as she adjusted her lacy bra, making her breasts bounce.

“I love them, mommy.”

“Good,” she replied, taking your wet hard cock and sliding it under the fabric of her bra, trapped it between her soft pillowy breasts, causing your breath to get caught in your throat as you moaned loudly.

“H-holy fuck, mommy.”

Jisun didn’t say a word as her lips curled, spitting in between her cleavage repeatedly as she used her breasts to give devastating pleasure, grinding her chest against your shaft and causing friction.

Your shaft was being squeezed tightly by warm flesh as Jisun took you between her beautiful tits, just the sight of it overwhelming your senses. Her breasts felt so good as your shaft was sliding in and out of her delicious cleavage, aiding in lubrication by her saliva to keep the friction smooth as could be.

Jisun grabbed her breasts and squeezed them tighter, wrapping the delicate mounds of flesh around every inch of your throbbing shaft as you could only lie against the couch helpless, watching your shaft disappearing in the warm soft cavern of her amazing breasts.

“M-mommy I can’t take much more,” you cried out, feeling powerless to do anything but give in to her.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy doesn’t want you to hold back, fuck these big tits until you explode. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Y-yes, mommy.”

JIsun gave a bright expression on her features as your shaft was bombarded by so many sensations, warm suffocating flesh squeezing and massaging as you were thrusted into her cleavage, unable to escape her delicious large mounds as that aching feeling in your core snuck up again.

“M-mommy, I’m gonna cum!” you breathlessly said, Jisun’s bouncing breasts doing everything they could to send you over the edge.

“Cum for mommy.”

You couldn’t take anymore, with just a handful more pumps in between her large breasts you exploded, throbbing inside her cleavage and sent spurts of thick cum everywhere, landing on her delicious breasts and collarbone as you painted her body as she looked down proudly at you.

You felt your senses being attacked all at once as Jisun’s soft tits milked your cock, squeezing out every drop as your thick semen stained her skin, making sure you were granted as much pleasure as could take.

Your orgasm continued for several moments as Jisun freed your cock from her pillowy confines and stroked it, causing an uncontrollable twitch as she stroked it gently.

“You made such a mess all over mommy,” she said, rubbing your cum into her skin as it glistened, running a thumb against the sensitive underside of your cock as your whole body shook.

You caught your breath as you were able to come back down from your high still feeling the effects of your intense orgasm lingering through your body.

“You’re still hard, baby,” Jisun said, carefully working her fingers around your sensitive shaft.

“It’s because you turn me on so much, mommy.”

Jisun shyly smiled. “Good, that just means I get to drain your balls one more time. Let’s move to the bedroom.”

Jisun lifted herself off your body, helping you off the couch as she took you by the hand and led you up the dark spiral stairs into a nearby room that was unoccupied.

Her bedroom was cute and small, not unlike Jisun herself. Capturing the room’s focal point was a comfortable looking large bed, dark purple sheets with matching purple walls and light pink curtains that were drawn open, letting the moonlight in.

You didn’t have much time to admire the rest of the room as Jisun led you by your cock to the bed, and quicker than a hiccup she had unhooked her bra and slipped her panties off, lifting herself onto her mattress.

She scooted back onto the pillows, spreading her legs wide and letting you see the delicious pink flesh waiting for you as she flashed the most inviting eyes as she made a come-hither motion with her finger.

“Mommy wants to feel you inside again. Come fuck me.”

You never liked to keep a woman waiting, scurrying onto the bed between her spread legs, knees pressed firmly into her mattress. Gripping your shaft strongly you didn’t dawdle as you lined yourself up with Jisun’s heat, taking note of how wet her pink pussy had gotten as you slipped a finger inside her for just a second.

“Mommy is so wet,” you said, sucking the delicious juices off your finger.

“You should do something about that then, shouldn’t you, baby?”

You answered by pressing the swollen tip of your shaft inside her warmth, followed by the rest of you as Jisun was filled with hard flesh again, not having the patience to tease her.

Her beautiful moans filled the air, the slick lips of her tight cunt desperately clung to your shaft as you quickly formed a rhythm, gazing down at her body as her eyes were needy and thirsty for more.

You planned to do just that, grabbing her wonderful thighs and wrapping your arms around them as you bottomed her out with every thrust.

“Just like that, baby. Mommy likes it deep.”

Jisun lifted her arms up over her head, resting them onto her stack of pillows and letting you see an even better view of her breasts bouncing with every thrust. The pleasure was intense as your hips moved faster, Jisun’s delicious juices lubricating every inch of your hard shaft as you slid in and out of her warm hole with ease, feeling breathless as you fucked the cute busty woman.

“You fuck mommy so well, you like my pussy that much?” Jisun asked as you felt the need to increase your speed even more, endlessly thrusting balls deep in her tight petite frame.

“Y-yes, mommy, so fucking much...”

“That’s what I like to hear, baby. Keep fucking mommy just like this.”

Jisun’s honey voice instructing you just what to do escalated your arousal levels, putting you into an orgasmic trance as you kept her filled to the hilt, savoring the incredible warmth and wetness that never left your shaft.

“You feel so good, mommy,” you moaned, every inch of your sensitive shaft being squeezed by hot dripping flesh as you kept the fluid movements going, fucking Jisun’s tight perfect body as you began to feel the sweat misting on her flushed skin.

“Harder, baby. Can you make me cum again?” Jisun asked, biting her lip as you immediately gave in to her wishes, pistoning your hips in a way that made them smack against her luscious thighs, causing them to ripple.

“Of course, mommy.”

Your hands swapped from her thighs to her delicious waist, gripping her warm skin as you looked into her gorgeous features, increasing your pace even more and driving your shaft inside her from tip to base, loving the erotic stream of moans that escaped her sultry lips.

“Fuck, baby, you’re doing such a good job. Don’t stop, I’m almost there,” she said, squeezing her breasts as she pinched her nipples and it seemed the additional stimulation was her favorite way to climax.

“Cum for me, mommy, please cum for me,” you pleaded, watching the wonderful lustful expression on her face. It didn’t take much longer, every thrust inside her warm pussy causing her walls to pulsate harshly and in no time flat you had made her reach her peak again.

“Mommy’s gonna cum!” Jisun cried out, her back arching off the bed as she gripped the sheets with one hand, playing with her sensitive nipples with the other. Her toes curled into the mattress as she screamed with pleasure, soaking your shaft and the sheets underneath as she came even harder than her first orgasm in the car, the intensity running through her body as she struggled to see straight.

You kept the motions going through every last second of her strong orgasm, feeling her shaking in your arms as you didn’t stop fucking her for a second, dangerously close to following behind her.

“F-fuck, baby,” Jisun gasped out, eyes glazed over as she was able to regain her senses.

“You made mommy feel so good,” she said, struggling to breathe properly as her eyes closed for a moment, feeling lost in euphoria as she came down gracefully.

Her walls had squeezed your shaft so tightly, as if they were trying to steal your load early from your shaft as her thighs trembled in time with the aftershocks of her body. Your pace had lowered during Jisun’s climax, but you were ready to kick it back in full speed, giving the deepest strokes you could handle.

“Are you going to cum for mommy again? I can feel you throbbing so much.”

“Y-yes, mommy,” you said, feeling light-headed as your hands roamed bare skin, leaning forward to capture her plentiful breasts in your palms.

“Cum inside mommy. I don’t want it anywhere else,” she demanded, as your hips increased the range of motion, thrusting wantonly inside her dripping hot cunt, chasing your climax.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum inside me, fill me with another thick load. Please, baby, cum for mommy.”

Jisun’s thick thighs wrapped around your waist, letting you know that pulling out was not an option, not that you ever would have done so otherwise. Your thrusts sped up with more frequency, moving as fast and deep inside her warm inviting pussy as possible.

Your face was close enough to hers for your noses to touch, and you gave one her more chaste kiss as you felt that aching in your core that crept up on you, staring into each other's eyes and trying to extend your pleasure for as long as possible.

“Mommy, I’m cumming!” you cried out, as Jisun squeezed her thighs around your body tighter, making sure you were going to give her every drop.

You couldn’t even count the number of thrusts it took before you erupted, throbbing wildly into Jisun as you began filling her up, sending your warm cum into the depths of her pretty pussy, her soft walls seizing every spurt out of your shaft.

It was your third orgasm of the night and yet was the strongest one, each shot of cum deposited in Jisun accompanied desperate moans as you emptied your balls inside her, trying to fuck your creamy load as deep as it would go.

“You feel so warm, you came so much for mommy,” Jisun said, caressing the side of your face, her tired eyes still locked onto you.”

She still had her legs locked tight around you, refusing to let go and you were just as eager to stay in this position forever, your shaft drowning in the combined juices of each other.

Jisun made sure your balls were drained inside her fully before she loosened the grip of her, causing your twitching shaft to depart from her pussy. She lifted her legs and pressed them together to give you the most optimum view as your load leaked out of her pussy, dripping out little by little as she played with her creamy splayed lips.

Still trying to catch her breath Jisun pressed two fingers into her semen-soaked pussy, into the deepest part as she collected the mess you left inside her, bringing it to her lips and sucking them clean.

“You taste so good, baby,” she said, gesturing you to come over as you collapsed onto her sweaty body, using her breasts as the perfect pillow.

You rested on her body for several moments in silence, neither of you saying a word as you were able to feel her chest heaving, equally exhausted.

“Do you want to shower with me before we go for round three?”

“R-round three? I can barely move-”

“Jisun-unnie! We’re back home, we brought back chicken!”

“Shit!” Jisun muttered under her breath, staring at you like a deer caught in headlights as she found herself in a state of panic.

“They came home early?”

“Seems so, they certainly picked the worst time. I’ve never brought anybody home before.”

“Well...maybe we should take that shower now,” you suggested, as Jisun bowed her head in agreement.

“Good idea, it’s down the hall. Come on.”

The two of you scrambled down the hallway, entering a door on the left just in time as Jisun locked it tightly. She managed to turn the water on just in time as two women could be heard climbing up the staircase, stepping onto the second floor.

“Jisun-unnie?” one called out, curiously looking around the second floor. The lights in Jisun’s room were still on, clothes scattered around the floor that left a trail of evidence.

“Unnie should really learn to put up her clothes,” one of the women said, picking up one of the discarded garments and inspecting it.

“This isn’t her shirt.”

“I don’t think she wears boxers either,” the other woman said as she furrowed her brow.

The two women exchanged confused glances that turned into surprise, putting together the pieces one by one.

“She also never showers at night,” one woman said as they looked around the room.

“I didn’t see her car in the driveway when we pulled in...”

It didn’t take a detective to figure out what was going on, exchanging playful smirks on their faces.

“We should probably leave them alone…”

“But I wanna know who got in unnie’s pants!” one of them whined, a little too loud for comfort that could be heard through the shower. You and Jisun nervously stared at each other under the hot water, trying not to say a word.

“It’s not polite to be nosy, let’s give them some privacy.”

The two women headed back down the stairway, making their way down into the kitchen

“I think they went back downstairs,” you said, staring at Jisun’s soaped-up naked body.

“Are you sure?”

“No, but I don’t hear them talking anymore. Your walls are really thin.”

“Tell me about it. I had to buy a quieter vibrator, learned that the hard way,” Jisun said, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

“But now that we’ve gotten a little privacy…how about you fuck me against this wall? Think you can go again?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you the same thing?”

Jisun smirked devilishly, spinning carefully on her heels as she took up position behind the nearest glass pane.

“Don’t keep mommy waiting.”

[malfoysstilinski]

Hi!!!! Can I request a Draco Malfoy smut where the readers gives him a blowjob before the game, and they fuck after?

rewards | DRACO MALFOY (smut)

PAIRING: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: public sex, degradation kink, oral sex (both receiving), spitting, hair pulling, rough sex, probably more.  

AN: sorry it’s been a while. nothing’s wrong, i’m just lazy :)

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK/POST TO OTHER PLATFORMS.

“Calm down, Draco,” you murmur, running your hand across your boyfriend’s shoulder as he curses out Potter one more time. “You’re a far better Seeker than Potter. One of the best Slytherin’s ever had. The team would be nothing without you.”

Draco sighs, running a hand through his blond hair. It flops back onto his forehead immediately, soft and shiny from the lack of product in it. He never puts any gel in when he plays, knowing the wind and sweat will only mess it up later. You prefer it this way— natural and soft so you can run your fingers through it easily if you want.

“I hate him,” Draco grits his teeth. “I really do.”

“Fred and George were bluffing,” you refer to the way that they had previously been mocking Draco before the Gryffindors entered their changing rooms. “He won’t beat you.”

“I know,” Draco states, though he doesn’t sound as confident as he usually does.

You know how you could get some adrenaline pumping through his veins.

Draco’s lost in thought as he adjusts his Slytherin jersey in the mirror inside the changing room you’d snuck into. The rest of his team mates were already dressed and hanging around some benches, so you’d grown worried when you realised Draco was still inside.

You take his moment of distraction to smooth your hand down his strong arm. Draco glances at you through the mirror, eyes darkening at the realisation of what you’re doing when you purposely trail your fingers back up his arm lightly. Your eyes meet his in the mirror.

“Y/N...” he warns.

“You have fifteen minutes until you have to be out there,” you say, gliding your hand back up his arm. “Give me seven— max.”

Draco’s brows raise slightly at your proposal and he turns so he doesn’t have to watch you through the mirror anymore. Your other hand now moves to his other arm, but instead of doing the caressing game on it to get him all hot and bothered, you grab him and move him backwards.

Draco feels the back of his legs hit the wooden bench behind him and he drops down onto the seats. Your hand grabs his chin, fingers gliding across his strong jaw as you forced him to look into your eyes.

Your leg pushes his even further apart and you slowly fall down onto your knees, his silver storms studying your every move. Hands smooth out his trousers, and then grab his knees as you lean up, pressing your lips against his. He sloppily kisses back as your fingers trace back to the zipper of his trousers, undoing them.

As you manage to pull his dick out of his underwear, Draco’s hand twists into your hair, pulling slightly when you start to jerk him up and down, feeling him harden to his full potential. His lips continue to work against yours until your thumb swipes over his tip, coming back sticky with precum, and that’s when he tugs your hair back roughly.

You whimper at the pain, looking up at the sneering look on his face.

“That’s a minute gone,” he warned, “You should be spending the rest it far more usefully.” 

His hand shoves your head down, closer to his cock. It twitches slightly as your mouth closes over the top of it, your tongue flattening as you use the tip of your muscle to run across his shaft whilst you suck.

“Fuck,” he hisses, “See? Much more effective when you use your mouth on other places.”

You don’t reply, you’re too busy ensuring that Draco’s mind is blown. Your hand that had been previously gripping his thigh moves to the base of his cock, and you jerk it up and down as you spit down his length, using your saliva to slick him up.

Draco’s hand scrunches in your hair harder and his head tilts back, jaw clenching. He swears he can see stars as his hand shoves you down further, hearing and feeling you gag around him. Your eyes water and you breathe through your nose the best you can as you bob your head up and down.

You pull off of him after three minutes. “Please use me, Draco,” you beg him, reaching down and moving you hand beneath your skirt. “Fuck my face like I’m just your toy.”

“You are just my toy,” Draco spits as he stands, grabbing the sides of your head and sliding his cock back into your warm mouth. “It’s all you are, all you’ll ever be. You’re such a useless slut- your only purpose is to make me cum.”

He pulls out of your mouth but before you can close it, he grabs you by your cheeks and squishes your face together. As he gives you room to open your lips, Draco spits directly into your mouth and then thrusts his cock back inside.

“Mhmmm,” you moan around him, the vibrations causing Draco to pick up the pace as he thrusts in and out of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat.

Your choking sounds and the wet noises of your throat only drive him to go faster, knowing for a fact that your throat will be wrecked after this. But you willingly let him.

Draco smacks your arm. “Stop touching your pussy. Toys don’t get to cum. Only if I say so.”

You obey and peer up at him as he continues to thrust into you. When Draco looks down and your eyes meet, you feel him twitch again inside your mouth and you know he’s done. A loud groan escapes his lips, his head throwing back and his cum spurting from his tip. It goes straight down your throat as he thrusts lazily, grip tightening on your hair. You swallow it all.

Draco breathes nearly as heavily as you as he pulls his cock out of your mouth. He glances down when he’s recovered, finding you with mascara beneath your eyes, lips swollen and hair messy, cheeks flushed. Some of his cum had managed to land on your bottom lip.

He reaches down, his thumb swiping it off before he shoves it into your mouth. You suck eagerly, making Draco smirk.

“Good slut,” he says, “You’ll be rewarded for staying truthful to your word.” He looks down at your watch. “Six minutes. A minute earlier than you promised.”

You fight the urge to smirk. By now you know Draco and what he likes like the back of your hand.

“For now, I have a game to win.”

Draco didn’t lie. He caught the Snitch before Harry could, Slytherin beating Gryffindor by a landslide. Fred and George were left displeased, but Draco was as smug as ever. He waited in the changing rooms for all of his team mates to get changed and leave, his back to you when you finally peel open the door and step inside.

He’d slid off his jersey, leaving himself in just his trousers. You breathe out at the sight of his pale back, the muscles rippling as he reaches up and runs a hand through his sweaty blond hair. Draco turns to face you, face lifting into a smirk.

“I believe a congratulations is in order,” you smile proudly, ignoring the dampness in your underwear that had been there since before the game. Watching him soar across the pitch like a God hadn’t helped either. Or his words from before.

You wrap you arms around his neck, looking up into his silver eyes. His hands land on your hips, tugging you closer to him.

“Well, it’s all thanks to you, darling...” he says, hand moving to caress your cheek and brush the hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. “And the motivation you gave me beforehand.”

“Hm?” You smile innocently.

“I believe I owe you a reward,” Draco says, “For making me cum. For being Slytherin’s biggest slut.”

“Draco,” you breathe, feeling a wave of arousal rush through you.

“Bend over the bench.”

You do what he tells you to do, sticking your ass up into the air slightly so your school skirt barely covers your lace knickers. Draco makes a sound of approval at the sight, his large hand brushing your ass and hooking onto your pants. He tugs them down to your ankles and brushes your skirt up, sending a swift smack to your ass.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, “Such a fucking perfect sight.”

“Draco, please,” you whine.

“Please what?” He demands.

“Please touch me,” you plead with him. “Make me cum.”

Draco’s behind you then, his finger swiping up your wet heat and collecting all of your arousal. He makes the usual comment about how wet you are, attempting to humiliate you, but you just agree eagerly.

“All for you,” you say.

“All for me, hm?” Draco murmurs as his fingers start to rub circles on your swollen clit. “Tell me more.”

“I couldn’t stop imagining this during your game,” you admit, whining when two of his fingers suddenly hook inside of you, curling up and hitting your walls. “I was clenching around nothing. Wishing it was you though.”

Draco thrusts his fingers in and out faster and rougher, your whines growing louder and a wet sound filling the empty changing rooms.

“Oh, yeah? What part of me?” Draco hums, “My fingers or my cock?”

“Your cock,” you cry out when he thrusts at your g-spot, your legs clamping together.

Draco smacks your ass and pries your thighs apart, pulling his hand away from your soaked heat. You nearly cry in disappointment, the tightening feeling in your stomach vanishing.

“You’ve been a good girl today, I suppose you deserve it,” Draco agrees, “Stand up. Remove your jumper and bra.”

You peel off the Slytherin jumper you’d been wearing in support of your boyfriend and then unhook your bra like he told you to. Draco reaches out and palms your breasts, tweaking painfully at one of your nipples and making you cry out.

He kicks up his jersey off of the ground and slides it over your head, your hard nipples peaking through it. He gropes at you underneath his green jersey.

“You look so fucking hot,” he hisses before he grabs your hips and turns you, slamming you up against the lockers.

Your cheek is pressed against the locker and you breathe heavily as his large hand reaches around to shove your bottom half our further. Your ass presses up against his erection as he pulls it out of his trousers again, sliding the tip up and down your soaked heat from behind.

“C’mon then, whore,” Draco demands roughly, “Don’t hold back. Show me how much you appreciate my cock in your worthless hole.”

He suddenly shoves into you. You immediately whine, clawing at the lockers you’re pressed against as Draco pulls out nearly all the way before slamming back inside. He does it again and again, slowly and teasingly at first just to listen to your pleads and moans, and then his hands move to grip your shoulders.

He starts to pound hard into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the changing rooms whilst he bites down on his bottom lip and works on thrusting as hard and fast as he possibly can.

“Dr-Draco!” You cry out. “You’re so— ah! You’re so fucking huge.”

“You were made for me,” Draco hisses against your ear from behind you as he doesn’t slow down the relentless fucking. “This pussy is mine. Mine to pleasure, mine to take from.”

“It’s yours,” you whine in agreement. “All yours.”

He reaches around and starts to rub against your clit. You scream as he uses his other hand to shove your face further into the locker. The pain mixes with the pleasure and has you trembling around him, crying out from a mixture of his cock sliding in and out of you and his slender fingers abusing your clit.

“Cum,” Draco orders, “Cum, you useless slut, or I will and then you won’t get to. Not until tomorrow.”

Draco smacks your clit and you shudder around him, crying out his name as your walls clench his cock unforgivingly. You pulsate, withering and clawing, your body jerking uncontrollably from between the lockers and Draco. Your orgasm is so intense that Draco has to shove you harder against the green lockers to stop his thrusting cock from slipping out of your drenched heat.

When you come down from your orgasm, panting and crying, Draco gives one more thrust and hisses your name, his cum suddenly flooding your walls. You moan as he gives a few more jerks.

“Yeah, take my cum, slut,” Draco pants, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.

He eventually slides out of you, the two of you smiling slightly and covered in sweat. Draco runs a hand through his soaked hair and pulls himself back into his underwear and trousers. You slide your skirt back down so it’s covering you.

“That was amazing,” Draco murmurs, “Thanks for... well, distracting me before the game.”

You smirk and press a kiss to his lips. “Thanks for distracting me after the game too.”

[little-diable]

Most prized possession - Stucky x reader (smut)

Written for @negans-lucille-tblr​ 7k celebration, I love you and I’m so proud of you. I chose the prompts “public sex”, “drive-in movies” and “1940s”. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Steve had always wondered how his best friend's girl would feel, walls wrapped around his cock, lips locked, maybe now - as Bucky challenges him to a fight - he’ll finally be able to explore her body.

Warnings: 18+, threesome, double penetration, oral (m receives), unprotected sex, public sex, car sex, shower sex

Pairings: Bucky x fem!reader, Steve x fem!reader x Bucky, briefly Steve x Bucky (2.6k words)

1941 Brooklyn, New York

“You need to stay quiet, doll.” His stubble scratched her neck, lips burning kisses into her skin, hands working on the cotton panties he loved oh so much.

Her eyes wandered towards a soundly asleep Steve, body crashing against the backseat of Bucky’s car, pulling him on top of her. The movie flickered on the big screen of the drive-in cinema, voices flooded from the radio, filling the car. Most of the sounds managed to drown out her moans, though the ones that reverberated through the small space began to alight a fire deep inside of Steve.

He was very much awake, eyes squeezed shut, trying to stay as still as possible. Steve didn’t want them to grow suspicious, he was aching to hear the sweet sounds that bled from her lips. 

There hadn’t been a day where Steve hadn’t thought about Bucky’s girlfriend as he touched himself, the innocent boy couldn’t help but imagine her frame buried underneath his, panting his name as he’d take care of her.

A dream that would never come true.

Bucky’s fingers danced up and down her wet slit, arousal stuck to his digits as their tongues fought for victory. The thought of Steve waking up as Bucky was balls deep buried inside of her excited the couple, spurred them on as they rubbed themselves against one another. 

Her trembling hands worked on his uniform, unbuttoned his trousers, carefully pulling his throbbing cock out of his underwear. Bucky pounded into her without a warning, walls fluttering around his girth, pulling him closer, blurring the lines between passion and pain. 

The car shook with every forceful thrust of his, both couldn’t care about their friend any longer, desperate to reach their peaks, to moan one another’s name as they strengthened the bond that kept them alive.

Steve squeezed his length through the fabric of his trousers, slowly pumping himself as their moans grew louder. Carefully he opened his eyes, he wanted to see (y/n) whimpering for Bucky just once - anything he could use as he was imagining himself pounding into her. 

The moment his eyes found her frame Bucky lifted his head off (y/n)’s neck, eyes finding Steve’s wide ones, smirking at his heavily breathing friend. Bucky didn’t say a word, added more pressure to his thrusts - teasing Steve.

 He whispered something into (y/n)’s ear - way too quiet for Steve to hear what he was saying, but the loud groan that rumbled through her was enough to push him over the edge, cum staining his boxers.

“Are you still with me?”

Bucky’s voice ripped Steve out of his sinful thoughts, eyes meeting the ones of his heavily sweating best friend. His chest was rapidly rising and falling, cheeks slightly blushing. They had been training for the past hours, going back and forth as they joked around, enjoying the quietness the gym offered in the middle of the night.

Steve could only nod his head, trying to stop his cock from growing, trying to forget about the memory, the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. He tightened his grip on his water bottle, aching to cleanse his mind, he couldn’t lose focus - not again.

Just as the two of them retained their posture, ready to attack one another, (y/n) stepped into the gym, naked feet patting against the cold floor. Her tired gaze flickered between the two best friends, smiling to herself as she stepped closer. Bucky opened his arms, pulled his wife into his chest, lips meeting hers for a short moment, not noticing how Steve clenched his jaw, averting his gaze.

“What are you doing awake, doll?”

The strength of Bucky’s raspy, deep words flooded right through her body, leaving her clit tingling as her nipples began to harden, rubbing against the thin nightgown she was wearing. What a sight for sore eyes - Steve would bust any moment now, not able to control himself.

“Can’t sleep without you near.”

Another kiss got shared between the lovers, this time the kiss grew more passionate. It reminded Steve of all those times he had so desperately wanted to step in, to pull her flush against his chest, devouring her, worshipping her like a man should worship the goddess she was.

Demonstratively Bucky’s hands began to wander down her spine, cupping her ass as he opened his eyes, winking at his blushing best friend - knowing exactly what Steve was thinking about. Bucky wasn’t oblivious, knew all about Steve’s little crush on (y/n), the woman he had married years ago, the woman that had been taken by Hydra, not leaving Bucky’s side once.

She had been there for him, brainwashed just as much, though their love had kept them connected, forever sticking to one another as they got forced to walk a dark path, filled with pain, anger and hate. Both had managed to save one another, fighting for their significant other as the world seemed to fall apart.

His both breath crashed against (y/n)’s throat, lips nibbling on her earlobe, “Remember what we’ve talked about?”

Hot water was running down their naked bodies, hips meeting with every thrust of his, cock spearing her, ripping her clenching walls apart. She didn’t hear the words he was panting, too focused on her own orgasm, chasing the heavenly feeling that would distract her from her thoughts, her worries.

His fingers grasped her chin, stopping his movements as she pouted - begging him to fuck her like he had promised.

The way Steve had watched her during their training wouldn’t leave Bucky’s mind, he had always known that Steve would do anything to fuck (y/n), though the more he thought about it, the more excited he grew. 

He couldn’t help but wonder what she’d look like as Steve would give into his fantasies, fucking his best friend’s wife. If he’d ever have to share his most prized possession he’d only ever allow Steve to have his taste.

“Tell me doll, would you want to suck Steve’s cock?”

She froze in his grasp, stopping her moan from rolling off her tongue. (Y/n) couldn’t deny that there had been times where she had touched herself to the thought of spreading her legs for their best friend, letting Bucky watch as the Captain would fuck her. 

But Bucky had always been rather possessive of her, fighting for what belonged to him, not once had she thought that he’d allow her to touch another man.

“Oh you would, wouldn’t you? My dirty little slut.”

“Yes,” her whisper filled the training room, lips parted, allowing Bucky to push his thumb right into her mouth. Hungry eyes wandered up and down her quivering frame, excitement began to spread through her, hot blood rushed in her ears.

“Tell you what-” Bucky’s eyes found Steve’s bright ones, “- if you win against me I’ll let you fuck her.”

Steve choked on his water, coughing as he stared his friend down, Bucky was making fun of him - he was sure of it.

Neither (y/n) nor Bucky moved, patiently waiting for Steve to reply, oblivious to the anger that began to simmer deep inside of him. He had always thought that he had been relatively good at hiding his feelings for (y/n), now he felt embarrassed, embarrassed that his friends had noticed the love he fostered for her. Shamefully he turned his back on them, towel patting his forehead dry.

“I’m sorry, I-” Steve struggled to find the right words, blood rushing to his cock as he felt her hands on his waist, pulling him back against her chest. Steve couldn’t focus, mind fixated on her soft touch, the hands that carefully danced along his naked skin.

“Promise that you’ll win.”

He was stuck in a dream. Steve couldn’t find another explanation, fingers finding hers, interlacing them, squeezing her skin. Maybe it was time to grasp his chance, to finally fuck her like he had wanted to for the past decades. No matter if he was stuck in a dream or not, Steve couldn’t say no to the chance of finally getting to explore her body.

Without a warning he gently pushed her smirking frame away from him, fists getting thrown at a chuckling Bucky, he’d win, he had to.

Both fought like animals, not caring about any blood that got shed, about bruises that began to form on their skins. (Y/n) could tell that Bucky wasn’t using much strength, he wanted to watch her spread her legs for the tall Captain, would step in, joining in on the fun.

Bucky was losing, on purpose, letting the sexual tension between the three of them linger in the air, bodies buzzing from the adrenaline that urged them on.

The moment Bucky’s back met the mattress, Steve’s smile began to spread, helping Bucky off the floor, patting his back. He had won, not caring if his best friend had let him win, he would finally get his chance to ruin her.

“Come here, doll.”

Excitedly she clung to Steve, ran her hand through his sweaty hair, moaning as Bucky’s lips met her neck, sucking on her sweet spot. Tonight she’d be an obedient little slut, would let the men do anything they were hungry for, using her body like she had always dreamt of.

A few moments later they found themselves in Bucky’s and (y/n)’s shared bathroom, staring at one another with ever-growing smiles.

Steve was growing nervous, wondering if he could truly do as he pleased, he didn’t want to make his friends uncomfortable, didn’t want to - the feeling of her soft lips pressed against his managed to stop his mind from overthinking, allowing his body to give into her touch.

No dream had ever felt this good, no matter how many times he had imagined her lips on his, the real kiss both currently shared was better than anything he had ever felt before. Slowly she parted her lips for him, tongue meeting his, giving him enough time to properly explore her mouth.

Just as Bucky ripped her nightgown off her chest, exposing all her naked glory to a panting Steve, she undid his tight sweatpants, mouth watering at the sight of Steve’s hard cock, tip flushed, covered in precum.

“Go ahead, have a taste, doll.” 

Bucky encouraged her, stepped into the shower, started to pump his own cock as his wife fell to her knees, ready to suck his best friend off. The sight was sinful, absolutely ungodly, though it made Bucky’s cock twitch, remembering all those times she had wrapped her lips around his length, choking on him.

She reached for Steve’s hand, placed it on top of her head, encouraging him to be as rough as he pleased. Teasingly her tongue ran along the underside of his cock, showing enough love to his pulsing veins, circling his tip, already high on his taste. He felt different than Bucky, not as thick, though just as heavy, a supersoldier just as much.

“Feels so good, darling.”

His words of praises coaxed a moan out of her, sound vibrating on his skin, running through his cock as she tried to take all of him. Steve would have to pull her mouth off his length way too soon for his liking, but he didn’t want to waste any of his cum, wanted to fill her to the brim with it - and not just her mouth.

As if she was reading his thoughts she pulled him out of her mouth, the wet pop echoed through the bathroom, eyes wandering towards a smirking Bucky, taking the hand he was reaching out for her to grasp. Impatient as one could be Steve followed her, welcoming the hot water that ran down his body, wetting his sweaty skin.

Seemingly her hands had a mind of their own, she grasped both of their cocks, tried to pump them in sync, wondering who she should kiss first. Her thoughts got interrupted by the sight of Steve and Bucky locking lips, kissing one another for the first time in decades, remembering all those things they had done behind closed doors.

He had been Steve’s first, had taught him most things he knew. Maybe Steve hadn’t just been jealous of Bucky, but also of (y/n) - knowing all about the pleasure his best friend could provide one with.

“Sh, relax your jaw, Stevie.” 

Bucky combed a hand through his friend's blonde hair, tugged on the roots as he forced himself into his mouth, groaning at the feeling. Steve was eager, ready to please his best friend, eyes glassy as he tried to swallow around Bucky’s cock. 

The sounds that rumbled through Bucky left Steve’s own cock twitching, aching to finally be touched. All he wanted to do was watch Bucky cum, the furrowed eyebrows, the teeth that would nibble on his lower lip as he’d release himself down Steve’s throat.

(Y/n)’s whimpers ripped the boys out of their trance, eyes clearly projecting the hot, burning lust that took over their bodies. She was needy - needy to feel them both, needy to feel as stuffed as possible.

“We got you doll, we’ll take good care of you.” Bucky murmured into his wife’s ear, turning her front towards Steve, cock rubbing against her ass. She’d take them both, would spread her walls for both supersoldiers, like the cockhungry slut she could be.

“Go ahead Steve, feel her.”

This was all he needed to hear, lips finding hers as he guided his cock towards her dripping slit, coating himself with her arousal, using her slick as lube, allowing him to slip right into her heat. (Y/n)’s head fell against Bucky’s chest, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, wrapping one leg around Steve’s waist, giving him the chance to thrust even deeper into her tightness.

She’d be the death of him, though he didn’t seem to care, would gladly die at the hands of a goddess. “Such a good girl, taking me so well.”

Bucky gave his best friend a few moments to fuck her raw, devouring her, ruining her with his cock. Just as he felt her hands reaching for his fingers, placing them on top of her clit, he began to ease himself into her from behind, groaning at the tightness that engulfed his cock. 

(Y/n) couldn’t stop moaning, screaming for the men she had loved for all her life. Her dreams were finally coming true, already addicted to the feeling of both men fucking her in sync.

“Do you like that doll? Do you like Steve fucking you?”

Her whimpers told him all he needed to know, fingers building up their speed, rubbing her pulsing clit. Bucky knew how to make her cum within a second, knew how to push her over the edge before she could realize what was going on. A writhing, slutty wife, the one that felt as if she was made for him.

The tight grip her walls had on Steve’s cock had him at her mercy, he’d do anything for her, would give his all for her if it meant that he could fuck her one last time.

“Fuck, can feel you squeezing my cock, darling.”

Both men smirked at one another, lips connected as she gave into her orgasm, fingernails clawed into Steve’s shoulders, head thrashing from one side to another, pressed against her husband's chest. Neither Steve nor Bucky spared her crying another thought, fucking her with all their might, leaving her screaming and begging.

“Want to feel you cum inside of me, pl-please.”

Her words almost got drowned out by the shower - though both seemed to pick up on her plea, skins slapping against hers, reaching for one another as they came inside of (y/n). Their cum filled her holes, painted her walls white, letting their heat spread through her used body.

The moment both slipped out of her they had to catch her trembling frame, face nuzzled into her husband's neck, smirking as she felt Steve’s hands rub up and down her spine. 

After years of pining after one another she had finally gotten her taste, finally feeling Steve Rogers. (Y/n) was sure that she wouldn’t ever be able to let go of him and deep down she knew that Bucky wouldn’t allow Steve to step out of their lives ever again.

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[beevean]

I haven't played TGAA, but I find the double standard in the way Barok is treated vs the way Miles, Fran and the rest of them are treated kind of strange. Barok is supposedly insufferable, plus he's racist and xenophobic. I ain't excusing that, but that's just how 19th century England was.

Miles and Fran have most likely sent innocent people to jail or even landed them the death penalty, simply because they cared more about securing a guilty verdict than actual justice. Godot is a literal murderer, and I've heard some unpleasant things about Simon and Nahyuta as well.

Yet, all (or most of) these characters are redeemed. Barok's biggest crime is...upholding the views of everyone else at the time. And that somehow makes him irredeemable, despite him actually warming up to Ryonosuke later. I'm not saying everyone should like Barok, but if Barok is irredeemable, so is every other prosecutor in AA.

This has been pretty much my point ever since they announced GAA's localization.

Barok is obnoxious, that is undeniable. Nipponese this, Eastern island that, his mocking of Ryuu easily crosses a line that leaves the player uncomfortable, as it should, because if his xenophobia doesn't bother you it says more about you than about the game.

But. Being obnoxious is all he does.

He does not present forged evidence, or use loopholes in court, or coach witnesses, like Edgeworth and Franziska used to do.

He's never ever physically violent against the defense, unlike Franziska, Godot, Simon or Nahyuta - he breaks his own glasses and bottles when frustrated, but he never harms anyone. (it says something that the entire series so far had only three prosecutors who are decent human beings)

His objective as a prosecutor is simply to find the truth. While he pushes very hard to prove the guilt of the defendant, it's clear that it's because he genuinely believes in his case - once Ryuu manages to convince him his theory makes sense, Barok drops most of his hostility and helps him. Unlike Edgeworth pre-heel face turn and Franziska, he couldn't care less about his own record, which means that he never deliberately gambled with the lives of potentially innocent people for his own ego. He is biased towards Ryuu, not only because he's Japanese but also because Barok admits to personally taking his cases even if they're banal, but he's not completely driven by a petty grudge like Godot - like I said, he'll help Ryuu win if he does a good enough job in his book, no matter his personal feelings towards his learned Japanese friend.

Both he and Edgeworth post-heel face turn share the same goal of finding the truth. However, Edgeworth has hurt at least one person in his quest, infamously Adrian Andrews when he threatened to reveal her mental illness in court and even said "if you kill yourself, that is no concern of mine". Compare this with Barok, who has shown himself capable of kindness as soon as his second appearance, when he (spoilers for Case 4 of GAA) subtly implied he would allow Roly Beate to keep his job despite tampering with the crime scene, because he could empathize with the poor man wanting to spend one day with his wife.

He's genuinely competent in his job, relying simply on cold hard logic to dismantle the defense's arguments as a good prosecutor should - to be honest, it may be the different writers, but Klavier, Simon and Nahyuta never struck me as being especially good at their job, with Klavier having to deal with a rather incompetent Apollo in AJ and Simon and Nayhuta happily abusing the old "attacking the defense" and "asking evidence for every word you say" tricks. (to be fair Simon gets to demonstrate his interesting manipulative skills in one case... Turnabout Storyteller, when he's Athena's ally. Also, I can't remember anything particularly horrible he does beyond being an ass like usual, in fact he may be the best prosecutor of the second trilogy)

Speaking of Nahyuta, the reasons I can't stand him while I love Barok are that Nahyuta is nothing but repetitive, unwitty, painfully realistic obnoxiousness propped up by a shallow twist revealed at the tail-end of the game; he has no real character development, because "sowwy guys i was good all along" is not development; he prosecutes simply to win even if it means insisting that a young girl committed murder in spite of the defense's reasonable arguments; there is no in-game justification for shit like him tormenting Athena in Japanifornia, or even him being an asshole in Japanifornia at all; and there's no weight in the realization that he let hundreds of innocent people being sentenced to death while he stood aside to protect his sister (like, that has got to mess you up a bit right? Can you show me that, game?). Barok not only has a much more fleshed out, drawn out backstory that explains most of his behavior (although I have my reservations at tying his racism to One Trauma); not only he slowly (... very slowly) warms up to Ryuu; not only he has humanizing traits like feeling horrible about being branded the Reaper of the Old Bailey, like it would happen to anyone being rumored to be a death bringer; but he is, most important of all, an overdramatic bitch and the contrast between his intimidating demeanor and the shit he pulls behind the bench is infinitely more hilarious than being told for the umpteenth time that you're a putrid lawyer who's going to hell. It doesn't sound like much, but a good AA game masters the art of "love to hate".

You know how Klavier is a base-breaking prosecutor because some consider him too nice? Barok is what happens when you take Klavier's honest, well-meaning demeanor and give him enough presence to be hated and loved at the same time. I completely understand if people find him too annoying (he's testing my own patience lmao), but I still think he is one of the best prosecutors in the series, both as a job and as the role of the rival.

[maehara-san]

𝙍𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙮 ──

"Thank you." you said to the worker, grabbing your small bag of popcorn. They went back to get your other item when three tall guys cut in front of you.

"We'll have three bags of popcorn and soda." the middle one with blonde hair spoke.

"Make it quick!" the black haired one exclaimed "We don't have time."

The worker tried to tell them that they were cutting in line but was too scared to say anything. Sighing you tapped the blonde one on the shoulder.

He turned around took a good look at you then turned back again. "Seriously?" you said, proceeded to tap him again.

"Didn't you get the hint?" he spoke staring down at you. "You're not my type."

"I don't care if I'm not your type." you responded "You're cutting in line."

The black haired chuckled, "And? What are you going to do about it?" he smirked.

"Move it or lose it." you said, "The rest of us don't care if you're late to seeing your movie. We got here first."

"Um last time I checked no one else is complaining except you." the shorter one replied, "Why don't you be a good girl and keep your mouth shut."

"I get that girls don't want to be near you and probably have daddy issues, I understand. But no one here wants to deal with your asses either maybe take the hint and leave."

"What did you say?" the blonde one stepped closer making you step back. "You may be a girl but I'm not afraid of hurting you."

"Wow such a gentlemen." you sarcastically replied, "I'm not afraid of you either asshole."

"That's it." you were ready to use your quirk, when a guy from behind you caught his fist.

"I suggest you do as the lady said."

The blonde guys became pissed, "This doesn't involve you."

"No you're right it doesn't." the mysterious guy said, "But I don't like your type. Why don't you leave her alone and scram like she said, or I can show you out myself." he suggested.

"We're not afraid of you." the short one added "It's three verses one do you really think you'll win against us?"

"You wanna give it a try?" his grip tightened then lowered his hoodie slightly. He smiled wickedly, tilting his head to the side. The guys eyes widened along with yours. "What's the problem? Cat got your tongue?" He chuckled.

You swallowed not being able to move an inch. He was right there next to you.

The blonde one was too scared to say anything knowing who was hiding under the black hoodie, he ran past you and the other two followed him. The worker breathed out, sighing of relief.

"Thank you for your help sir!" he went to give you your items but you shook your head.

"It's okay, I-I need to go." you gave him the cash then quickly walked out of the lobby. Your chest felt tight, seeing him so up close was a different feeling. You wondered if he had been following you and you didn't even notice.

"You really decided to leave after what I did?" you jumped back in surprise seeing him standing in front of you.

Your mouth wouldn't move, you wanted to tell him off but couldn't.

He sighed, "Come on if I wanted to hurt you I would have done that by now."

You looked at him, "I didn't ask-..." you took a moment to compose yourself. "Why haven't you? You're part of the league of villains, Dabi."

"I don't mess with people who don't bother me." he replied

Chuckling you shook your head. "I don't believe you. The league of villains have attacked innocent people, even Class 1-A. Don't use that excuse when you've done horrible things."

"My beef isn't with those wannabe heroes." he stated. "I don't attack women, have you ever seen on the news of me attacking them?"

It was true... to some extent. All he ever does is attack the heroes. Yet those heroes include women too, you weren't sure what to believe.

"Doesn't mean you don't have some kind of plan. I'm part of class 1-A why should I trust anything you're saying?" you questioned.

"I don't save people to attack them later." Dabi answered "That's the truth to your question."

"Fine..." you muttered.

"For the record if I hadn't stepped in you would have been in trouble."

"What are you talking about?..."

He smiled, "You don't have your license yet using your quirk without permission could get you in trouble with the law."

You clenched your jaw, "How do you know I haven't gotten mine?..."

"I know things."

Rolling your eyes, you walked passed him. "Whatever..."

"Where are you going?"

"Home." you answered, groaning seeing he was following you still. "We don't need to see each other any longer."

"Come on I'm not that bad of a company, you know." he picked up the pace trying to match yours.

"Even if you're not... I can't be seen with a villain." You crossed your arms in front of your chest. "We are enemies after all."

He rolled his eyes, "This whole being enemies thing is kinda getting on my nerves. Who says heroes and villains can't be friends."

"Uh every single movie, incident, and book?" you looked at him as if he was crazy. "You may not watch much tv but it's that obvious. Now please leave me alone."

"I don't have anything to do, why not get to know each other more?"

At this point you decided to ignore him, you figured the longer you stayed quiet, he'd get bored and leave. But BOY were you wrong he decided to follow you back to the train station.

"I thought you U.A heroes would have more privilege." Dabi commented, "Who knew you take the train too."

"We may be in U.A but that doesn't mean we don't have our own troubles." you swiped your train card and made your way downstairs.

Dabi decided to jump over the the two machines since he didn't have a train pass. People looked his way yet somehow he did not care. He walked away looking cool and unbothered, something you envied about him.

"Wait up will you?" He ran following your every move. All you wanted to was get away from him. Dabi may act nice right now but it doesn't mean you can be near him after all the times he's hurt your friends. "Hey!" he caught your wrist.

"Stop!-" he pulled you into his chest tightly, while his body shield you away from the strong winds of the train passing by. Dabi looked down at you with a slight worry in his eyes.

Your heart was beating like crazy. His body felt warm, despite the rough stitches on his body, his skin felt extremely soft. As you looked into his eyes, you saw something in them that made you change the way you look at him. Despite acting like a villain, he was like any other person. He carried guilt, sadness, and revenge in those eyes.

You felt the urge to touch his cheek, without thinking about it, you moved your hand up to caress his cheek.

Dabi's eyes widened as he felt your touch. He tensed up for a moment before slowly he relaxed under you. There was something about you that he couldn't keep himself away from. He wanted to know more about you, to talk with you everyday.

The sound of the loud speaker broke you both out of your trance. You dropped your hand to the side and stepped away, already shivering from the cold wind.

He cleared his throat, "You should be more careful."

You avoided eye contact and looked down at the ground. "S-sorry..." You rubbed your forearm up and down, "Thanks for the save... Dabi."

"See I'm not so bad am I?"

"I can't really say much... but I do appreciate the help from earlier as well."

The loud speaker sounded again, "The next train will be arriving soon. It will be the last one until 4pm, please make sure to get closer to the line and wait until all doors are open. Thank you."

"Why don't we go somewhere?" he suggested "We can go grab something to eat so you can see if I'm really bad."

Your eyes switched from the lock on the wall then over to him. You did have things to do however, you'd be lying if you said you weren't curious about him too.

"Okay." you answered, "Only for today, I can give you a pass this once. Tomorrow we go back to hating each other."

He smirked slightly "I can guarantee that you won't be able to get enough of me." he started to talk away, every bone in your body was yelling for you to leave and get a hero to know about his whereabouts. It was ridiculous that a future hero was even talking to the Dabi. If anyone found out you knew it would bring chaos. You'd be expelled.

Dabi stopped walking, turning his head to look back at you. "Are you coming or not?"

"I'm coming." you replied jogging over to him. He smiled to himself then made his way out of the train station with you by his side.

☆ 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 ☆ 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

[bestiesenpai]

itadori + sukuna, twins + babysitting

This is a mix of headcanons and a fic. Also, I’m going to do this as a ‘reader was their babysitter years ago but now everyone is all grown up and seeing each other again’ type thing. And femme reader!

Sorry if Itadori is a little OOC it just fits the plot, tw: dubconish? Maybe?

Babysitting Yuji and Sukuna was fun and an easy way to make money

They were the twins a few years younger than you across the street, so it was only natural for their parents to enlist your help in watching them

The pay was good, and while dealing with Sukunas practically destructive tendencies drained you at times, it was still fun to hang out with them and grow up together

Yuji was nice and sometimes a bit of a crybaby, whether it be because Sukuna did something or because he just wanted to cry that day

He often told Sukuna off for being bad and messing with you, but a lot of the times Yuji was just trying to save face when he and Sukuna got caught doing something troublesome

Sukuna, we already know is a little devil child and lived to annoy you

Ya know the meme of ‘what do you have? A KNIFE! No!’ that is Sukuna lol he knows he can be good and get your attention that way but where is the fun in that?! Answer there is no fun in that

As they get older and their parents don’t call you around anymore, they do get sad and complain

You’re just older than them that they can’t hang out with you outside of you babysitting them, it’d be weird

So they try to let you go, but you’re always in the back their minds, especially when they see you out with friends or something and they can’t stop looking at you

They’ve always had a crush, always.

And when you go away for college every year, they’re devastated. They come to say goodbye and you ruffle their hair like you used to and promise that you’ll visit them when you come back for break

And let’s be real they mark that shit on their calendar and wait for the day you come back

Sukuna is the one to invite you into the house when you come to visit them on your school break. He can’t keep his eyes off the way you fill out your clothes and the way your ass moves when you walk. You’ve grown up a lot, but so have they.

“Aw, I remember this!” You grin, holding up a picture frame of the three of you together the summer you got braces.

“Yeah.” Sukuna chuckles and closes the door. Yuji is here too, awkwardly sitting on his bed and staring at you with hearts in his eyes. Setting down the frame, you fall back onto the bed Yuji is sitting on. Even as they grow older, they still share a bedroom, and you can see Sukunas messy half of the room.

“(Y/N).” Yuji says softly, grabbing your hand in his. This isn’t uncommon for him, he used to beg you to hold his hand when he was younger. Lacing your fingers together, the smile you send him has him squeezing your hand tightly.

Sukuna had been standing at the door for a while now, fiddling with a stereo trying to pick the right background music. Finally settling on something, you don’t hear the click of the lock on the door and you certainly don’t notice the way the two of them share a look.

“Hey (Y/N).” Sukuna grunts, sitting on your other side.

“Yeah?”

“What’s college like? You’ve been there a couple years, you’re a veteran.” He puts an arm around your shoulder, leaning back and making his chest appear bigger to try and impress you.

“I only just started my third year.” Chuckling, you lean into him a little bit.

“Yeah, but still.”

“It’s way different than high school, that’s for sure. You two will like it when you go.”

“I wish we could go to college at the same time!” Yuji groans, curling himself into your side and pouting. “I want to go to classes with you.”

“Fuck classes, I want to go to parties.” Sukuna cuts in. “College parties must be wild, huh? You can tell us, (Y/N).”

“Some of them are.” Wrapping your arm around Yuji, you adjust to let him cuddle more into your side. Sukuna lets out a loud snort and shakes his head, not believing a word you say.

“C’mon (Y/N), you can be honest. I bet all you do at these parties is drink and fuck.” Neither Sukuna nor Yuji have ever spoken to you like that before. Your relationship was always kept PG-13 at most, a few gross crude jokes about making out and having sex when you were younger, but nothing vulgar.

“Well-” Your face flushes with heat, and Yuji is quick to sit up and look at you with owlish eyes.

“Is that true, (Y/N)? You fuck at these parties?”

“Guys!” Slapping a hand over your now burning face, you don’t miss the way they chuckle. “How is that any of your business?”

“C’mon, we aren’t kids anymore! We can talk about this stuff!” Sukuna scoffs, and the arm around your shoulder shakes you from side to side. “Just tell us, it’s not that big a deal.”

“Yeah, we’re older now.” Sitting up a little straighter, Yuji’s hand that was holding yours let's go and settles on your thigh. Biting your lip, you look between the two identical boys. Their stares are unwavering and nearly enough to make you too embarrassed to speak.

“Yes, I have fucked at these parties-” As soon as the words leave your mouth Sukuna lets out a holler and laughs, jostling you further.

“I knew it!”

“What’s it like, (Y/N)?” Yuji questions, and his hand squeezes your thigh tightly. The two of them have fully encased you, making it impossible to squirm out of their hold or escape their eyes.

“I don’t know if I should tell you.” They aren’t the same young kids you used to babysit. They’re fully grown men now, still growing into themselves but old enough that if you saw them at one of your college parties, you wouldn’t bat an eye.

“Please!” It only takes Yuji a little more pushing to get you to crack.

“It’s not that great a lot of the time, really. The boys at my college aren’t the best lay if you can believe it.” Rolling your eyes at the memory of your most recent escapade, you relax a little bit. “I mean honestly, how is it impossible for them to find the clit when I literally point right at it?”

“What a joke!” Sukuna chuckles, and his arm drops to settle around your waist. His fingers splay across your ribs, cupping just under your breast. “(Y/N) if you were with us we could make you feel ten times better!”

“Yeah, okay.” Laughing lightly at the proclamation, you think nothing of the way Yuji wraps his arms around your hips. He’s got a pout on his lips and his fingers start to dip beneath the waistband of your bottoms.

“We’re serious.” He says, eyes scrunched up a little from how intense he is. “We love you (Y/N), we can make you feel better than anyone else.”

“You love me?” Quirking a brow, you look at both of them. Yuji always said he loved you when he was younger, but Sukuna had always denied it with a fierce blush on his cheeks.

“We do, what about it?” There’s the telltale blush on his cheeks. Sukuna can see your smirk and it pisses him off, so much that he pushes you down to the bed.

Wrestling with Sukuna was a pastime the two of you enjoyed when you were annoying one another. He’d push you, you’d push him, and then the two of you would end up in a mess of limbs on the floor. This time felt no different, and you fought back like you always did. Wriggling away from him and trying to pin him down, you somehow ended up in the middle of the bed with Sukuna sitting on your legs.

“Ha, I win.” He says breathlessly. It wasn’t a fair fight to be honest, he and Yuji had begun working out ever since they hit puberty, so his strength easily outmatched yours. You easily conceded and tried to sit up, but Sukuna didn’t budge.

“Let me up.” You try to yank your legs out from under him but he just pushes more of his weight on you. Yuji is on the bed as well, sitting near your chest and looking at you with that same starry eyed look. He’s not looking at you, he’s looking at the way your shirt clings to your chest, the outline of your bra clear as day for him.

“(Y/N), will you let us show you how good we can make you feel?” He asks, licking his lips nervously. His hand settles on your stomach, palm hot and itching to feel your breast. You don’t answer, and they take that as a green light.

Sukuna is the first to take his shirt off, flexing the muscles he’s worked hard to get. Yuji follows suit, and they take their pants off as well, leaving you the most dressed person in the room. There was an argument brewing in the back of your throat, saying that it was wrong to do this since you’d known them for so long. But now, seeing them as they wanted to be seen, burgeoning men that clearly had a desire to be with you, that argument seemed silly.

“What-” You start, and the word catches in your throat for a moment at what you’re about to say. “What did you have in mind?”

“Oh baby.” Sukuna lets out a low groan, an almost sickening grin stretching his cheeks. “We’ve done a lot of research.” His hands are already working your bottoms down your legs, leaving you in your panties.

“(Y/N), lift your arms.” Yuji whispers, tugging your shirt off. They’re both silent when they see your nearly naked body; something they’d fantasized about many times. Leaning down, Yuji kisses you abruptly, and that sets Sukuna off to take your panties off as well. Yuji takes your bra off, placing it with the large pile of clothes on the floor.

Climbing off your legs, Sukuna forces them open, nearly kneeing Yuji in the face when he pushes your legs up.

“Shit. Look at this.” Yanking Yuji by the shoulder, they both settle between your legs and stare directly at your cunt. In that moment, you’re reminded of their inexperience and lack of knowledge, and it’s almost innocent.

Spreading your lower lips with two fingers, Yuji leans forward, puckers his lips, and spits onto your cunt, making it clench around nothing.

Innocence, gone.

“What should we start with first?” Sukuna asks, giving you a once over.

“What do you want to do? I know you always talk about tasting her.” Yuji, always so polite, scoots back and lets his brother take up all the space between your legs.

“Thanks little bro.”

“You’re only older by two minutes.”

“Best two minutes of my life.” Laughing, Sukuna slaps your thighs with both hands and moves to lay on his stomach. “Just relax, (Y/N). We’re going to take good care of you.” Yuji is also laying down with his mouth hovering over one of your nipples.

“Yeah (Y/N).” Yujis breath fans over your nipple, and his eyes are torn between looking at you and looking at your chest. “We love you.”

[nelapanela94]

TW: Throat fucking, mild knife play, public sex, MDNI

Let's see what awaits you on your first day at work.

Light bulbs light up around the mirror, making your face pucker while your pupils shrink to the brightness. As your eyes dawdle over your scantily covered body, your cheeks slather with a deep shade of pink. You were right about the corset, your boobs threaten to pop out, your belly button full at display. The pleated skirt hardly shields your crotch, crisp air spanks your butt, and the thong is splitting you in halves.

It’s going to be a long shift, you sigh.

“Oh! Look at the new kitty Levi found.” A fake blond three mirrors to the left quips, a condescending smirk playing on her lips. “Bet she won’t last a night here.” The lipstick bar cracks from the shell, and she leans in, gliding on the cheap whore red on her poisonous mouth. You can hear the rattle of her tail. When Botox-filled lips stick out, she pecks her reflection and leaves the staff room.  

“Don’t listen to her.” The girl from the right startles you, and you turn to her. A beautiful brunette with green cat’s eyes curling her wild hair. She must be a favorite here. “She’s just jealous because you’re Levi’s new toy.” You gulp. That doesn’t sound like a prize at all.

You open the drawer of your vanity and your hand travels to the crimson red lipstick and the black eyeliner. “Can you help me with a Smokey eye?” You timidly ask Micaela, her name flashing in the tag hanging from her collar.

“I think you should aim for a more innocent look.” She winks. “Light eyeshadows, blush on your nose and some freckles. You’ll have them at your feet.” Her eyes scoot to the red bracelet on your left wrist, and a playful smile curves on her lips. “It seems you’ll be on your knees all night.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“Red means your pussy and ass are safe.” She draws an ocher line in the inside of your lower lid and crisps your lashes. “You got the piercing, didn’t you?”

You gulp, again, and nod.

The nude lipstick feels like butter, and you purse your lips to even it. Then, you take a glance at your reflection. “Wow” You could pass for a high school girl.

“Let’s go. Levi loathes tardiness.”

Your stomach begins to churn, you feel the acids sloshing to your throat.

You don’t know what to expect down there.

Actually, you do know. You signed in for this, you read the bright red lines in the contract: open to stripping in public, gangbangs, milking, DP, anal, oral, and so on.

You witnessed it when you clocked in. Your coworkers bent down and rammed from behind, guys taking turns one after the other, not giving them respite.

You close the door behind you and pull out your best cajoling smile.

*

“I’ve never seen you here before.” The guy cast a winning grin, the coffee spoon coaxing whirlpools in his cup. Then, silver clanks against the saucer.

You place down the tray of biscuits, mentally cursing at your fumbling hand. “First day?”

“Am I that obvious?” You smile back. This one has his hair licked back in gel. He leans in and perches his chin on his steepled hands.

“I guess I’m your very first customer then.”

“You are.”

He curls a finger towards himself, and you reel to him, his mouth lingering on your ear. “Get on your knees and blow me.” He whispers in that deep voice that surges straight to your cunt and gets you all wet.

“Strip down too.”

You swallow the lump in your throat as your hands travel to the knot that keeps your corset in place. The uniform is designed easy on/easy off, though once off no one would ask you to put it back on again. Your eyes darted around the place, the baristas diligently filling trays on the counter, one girl on the furthest table rammed by two guys at the same time from behind while she wipes the tea spills from the table. All the girls are dressed, not fully though, some have already discarded their underwear, but they had something covering bits of skin.

Another ravenette ducks in the booth. “A cute one, isn’t it?”

“Yes. You can use her once she’s done with me.”

“Too bad we can’t use all her holes at the time. Maybe next time.” Your stomach flips upside down. Your shaky hands pull at the cord and the panels open, a rush of blood and air filling your chest. The two Levi’s slouch back on the seat, sipping tea in an odd way as their eyes take in your exposed breasts. The temperature suddenly drops five degrees.

“Pretty tits.”

“Agree.” They exchange glances and grin as if they could read each other thoughts.

“Come here, kitty.” The new Levi beckons. You push the table aside to make room and steer before them. The empty cups clatter on the wood, and at the same time, they take your nipples in their mouths. “Ah,” you gasp, and your shoulder blades tug back. One biting, the other rolling his tongue on your nipple and your brain tries to focus on the two different sensations, rippling waves of pleasure from your tits straight to your clit. Fuck, if it wasn’t for that piercing, you would have someone playing with your pussy right now.

You toss your head backward, letting out ribald mewls as those two devour your breasts. One unzips your skirt, and it pools at your feet, the other pulls away and mocks, glancing at the glistening spot on your crotch. “Look at how wet she is.” Cool air kisses your other nipple. That Levi leans in and dives his face between your legs, sucking in a long whiff. “Sweet.” He mumbles to himself, and the other Levi pushes him away to corroborate himself.

Two pair of dull gray eyes stare at your self-conscious gaze. “Have you ever been taken at the same time?” The one from the right asks, and you shake your head. The one with wavy hair falling like a mop grabs your hand and drives it to his mouth, pressing his lips on the red bracelet. “Let us be your firsts. You’ll love to have two dicks inside your pussy.”

“We’ll be nice.” Your eyes dart to the horse-licked Levi, and you catch the shiny red object with a tiny silver cross engraved. He flicks his thumb and the blade pops. Your legs are shaking and your arousal rising.

“Turn around,” he orders, and you comply.

“Relax,” one hand roams down between your thighs. “We won’t hurt you,” and then is when the icy blade slips under the thong, pulling it toward his face, the strain splitting your slit and pressing your pierced clit, the stinging pain flaring your insides.

You bite your lip to push away the pain between your legs, but he twists his wrist, and the tapered edge shears the lacy fabric. “Let’s take a look.” You swivel around again, the long thread hanging between your thighs. The blade nips your hipbones, one after the other, and the last sheared piece joins your skirt on the floor.

“Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.”

It has only gone fifteen minutes since your shift started, and you’re the only person in the salon completely stripped down, prying eyes coming from every angle. You still can run out.

But you’re not a quitter.

And you fucking need the money.

This gig is better than losing a kidney.

Lips, hands prodding.

Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes, and give in to the pleasure.

*

“Slow down, sweetheart. You’re going to choke.” The corners of his lips swerve up, causing the other Levi, the one with his jeans and red boxers piled next to him, chuckle lightly. His curls glued to the sweat on his forehead. The Levi, whose cock is buried down in your throat, had heedfully folded his khaki slacks and underwear. These two jerks better tip you well, you’ve been scraping your knees and sucking cock for an hour already.

Is come rich in proteins? Cause is the only thing you’re going to be fed tonight.

You glare at the man through beaded lashes, tears burning in your eyes and spilling down in rivulets on your cheeks, converging on your chin and dripping down between your bouncing boobs, meandering down your navel until they melt in your swollen folds. This is so humiliating, and yet your inner slutty side loves it. You love the way they gaze at you, eyes clouded with lust and hunger, the way they desire you, they way they use you. At the end of the night, they could bundle you into a dumpster and you’d thank them.

You crave those dicks splitting your pussy in halves, damn, what would it feel like to have two cocks jackhammering inside you?

You feel as if you would combust at anytime, this whole situation is too intense, and yet you know it’s a calm night. Your body is on fire, heat bursting from your belly and spreading in all directions.

“You’re such a beauty.” A fingertip strides along the crown of your head, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “So eager to please.”  

“Yeah-Ah-Ah.” Those hips slam relentlessly into your face, his pubes lashing and pricking your cheeks again and again until, with a shuddering thrust, he explodes into your mouth, his bitterness crashing in strings, and you drink to the last drop. You hollow your cheeks, slurping around him as his cock, deliberately slips out of your mouth.

Panting, he flops and sags into the cushioned backrest and wipes his forehead. His baby blue button-up shirt is mid opened, drops of sweat glint, sliding down on his thick chest.

“My turn,” the other Levi chides, heaving on his feet, his fingers diving into your hair, and he clenches his hand, tossing your head to his already engorge length, marked down with your lipstick. “Open up big.” And between your O shaped lips, he disappears.

After two sessions of blowing them, you just couldn’t keep the lead, and now they’re using your mouth as a fuckhole, pounding into you and boasting in their unbridled levels of stamina.

“Isn’t she a pretty kitty, drooling on cock?” The light blue Levi coos as he comes back to his senses, hand resting on your cheek, patting gingerly. Then his hand makes its way to your breast, the pads of his fingers grazing on your pebbled nipple. The pleasure boosts, coursing though your body like lightning bolts. You’ve never been aroused this much in your life, the string of juices dribbles past your midthighs. You could get addicted to this feeling, strangle your fears and pudency and feel, feel, feel. Let the pleasure scorch every inch of your body.

Sweat trickles the sides of your face.

Levi’s tea shop seems like a depraved place where the kinky wealthy men, those who have nothing else to squander their money on, and girls like you in desperate situations, who would sell their souls for coins, coincide. Them eager, and you willing for perversion. A win-win game. But there are rules, Rules, and they have to abide by them. Levi the boss penalizes those who don’t play according to them, ad if they harm any of the girls, the customers get a lifetime ban.

That’s what Micaela explained. “Don’t worry about bottles in your pussy, they can only use the toys the shop provides.”

That eased your nerves just a bit.

The room becomes fuzzy, and stifling, the stench of alcohol is dank in the air. Moans, and whines and cries mingle, composing an obscene melody, porn movie worthy. Your eyes are leaden, your jaw cracked impossibly wide it might stick in that position forever.

“Hey, sweet pie,” red shirt Levi tousles your hair. “It’s not polite to be distracted,” he squints his eyes and clasps his hands on your face, shoving himself further in. You whine around his cock and bob your head obediently, squeezing your eyes, picturing the good tip this asshole would leave. He must. Your tongue swirls around, putting careful attention to the tip, wrenching out cute grunts from him. He tosses his head back, lurching his hips forward. You can’t blame him, though, he was right, you’ve been spacing out for the last thirty minutes, swimming in the sea of thoughts while they’ve taken turns to fuck your mouth. His fingers curl in your hair, tugging you closer to his crotch, filling your lungs with his scent of musk and soap.  

It's your first night, and it will be a long one.

Your knees mar on the white marble floor. Your body is drained, it surely will ache tomorrow morning, and the thrill to discover what you’ll be up to next is consuming you.

You can feel his warm spurt rolling down your throat, and another hand threads in your hair.

One cock out, and the other one in.

Two Levi’s looking at you as if you were their most precious pearl.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 314: ...Or You Live Long Enough to See Yourself Become the Villain

Previously on BnHA: Some random assholes were all “let’s throw exploding spears at All Might and see if it activates his Conqueror’s Haki” and SURPRISE, MOTHERFUCKERS, IT DID!! Elsewhere, Lady Nagant confusingly tried to capture Deku alive by shooting him in the stomach, but to be fair I guess that’s what happens when you send an assassin to do a bounty hunter’s job, so yeah. Deku was all “ouch”, and then because this is a shounen he basically just straight up forgot about it, and did a big fancy Smokescreen thing, and then activated his mildly incomprehensible new ki-blasting quirk which he got from the Third. En and the Third were all “hey Deku maybe let’s not just impulsively activate all this shit in the heat of battle when you don’t know how to use it yet and you’re already injured,” and Deku was all “thanks for the quirks guys but I’ll take it from here” and snuck up on Nagant and grabbed her arm and so now what’s going to happen I wonder.

Today on BnHA: Nagant is all “[shoots Deku again]” because of course she is lol. Deku is all “tell me about AFO!” and Nagant is all “why would I tell you anything?” and then proceeds to tell him her entire life story which is FILLED WITH SO MUCH MURDER, YOU GUYS. Holy shit. So basically she was an assassin for the HPSC, which we already knew, but somehow it’s one thing to know that, and another to actually see her running around capping dudes in the forehead and being covered in more blood than the elevator from The Shining. Anyway, so you’ll never believe it, but all that murder had a negative impact on her psychologically, and eventually led her to question everything she believed about hero society, and so she killed her creepy boss and was promptly sent to Tartarus. This extremely fun chapter ends with Overhaul showing up all “HI, HELLO, I’M STILL HERE”, because for some reason he is still here. Why are you still here, Overhaul.

“the beautiful Lady Nagant” oh you know your audience don’t you Horikoshi

well all right then! so I’m guessing this means that she is not, in fact, going to roll over and die just because Deku’s out here all “GOT YA!” like they’re playing a game or tag or something. ffff may the manga gods have mercy on our young suicidal protagonist

lmao so Deku is all “GOD I’M SO SMART, WHAT A GOOD STRATEGY I HAD, CAPITOL JOB THERE OL’ CHAP, CAPITOL” and lol, okay. I mean, it was a good plan though. but I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop here

“I’ll make you give me information on All for One” well there you go, lol. Deku Angst arc still fully engaged. still no light in his eyes either of course. just a lil chaotic ball of sleep deprivation and rage

lol, fucking THANK YOU though

oh my god what the hell did she do to him lol

did she shoot him with her elbow??? fucking look at this?? THIS IS WHY WE LISTEN TO HAWKS oh my god Deku are you dead

WHAT’S HAPPENING, IS THIS GOOD OR BAD, WHO’S WINNING

things that I wish I could tell from this panel which I unfortunately cannot tell

did she stab him or shoot him?? can you imagine if it was the former lol. why does Horikoshi keep stabbing all my kids. look Kacchan now the two of you can match

did she actually hit him or did he get away??

or did she hit him and then he jumped away?? just, what

well anyway, so now Deku is asking her why she sided with AFO, but he seems a lot more pissed off than when he was interrogating Muscular, though. probably because she shot him three times. fair enough

oh my god

does Lady have a blog here on tumblr dot com?? -- does Horikoshi have a blog here on tumblr motherfucking dot com?? why do I suddenly feel like this man is out here sneakily reading up on all our discourse

oh my god Deku it’s almost like getting up close and personal with someone who can shoot custom bullets from any distance and any position with deadly accuracy was a terrible fucking idea

IF ONLY SOMEONE HAD WARNED YOU NOT TO ENGAGE WITH HER AT ALL COSTS. IF ONLY SOMEONE HAD HAD THE FORESIGHT TO DO THAT sob. can you imagine how much shorter this series would be if characters actually listened to Hawks. Hawks, and Momo. why do we even let anyone else run the show ever

OH MY GOD

DEKU, RUN

OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING

this looks a lot like what happens to me whenever I play One’s Justice. those fucking combo attacks that you can’t fucking escape from and so your character just has to stand there getting their ass whalloped repeatedly while you wonder why you paid $40 for this

but anyways though. so Lady who did you kill?? I bet they deserved it, don’t worry I forgive you

(ETA: ANYWAY SO FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT LADY NAGANT DID NOTHING WRONG EVER IN HER ENTIRE LIFE. aside from murdering all those innocent people and shit. but there were CIRCUMSTANCES, and THEY WERE EXTENUATING, OKAY.)

-- holy shit

looks like the HPSC arc is back on the menu boys

so are we about to learn that the HPSC was going full Hydra on people’s asses? secretly dispatching anyone they deemed a threat to society?? “taken care of” as in you fucking shot them??

so then was the “hero” she killed actually one of the guys who was giving or carrying out these orders?? holy shit Lady, up until now I’ve mainly just been stanning you for your flawless eyebrow game and metal af quirk, but this shit could actually get real very quickly, and I am prepared to genuinely and sincerely love the shit out of you depending on what we learn next about your backstory

oh my god?!?

so wait, hold up. am I reading this right?? basically the HPSC started murdering vigilantes because they were worried they were gaining too much of the public’s favor?? holy fucking shit???

oh my GOD oh my god

“it’s been a while since I scarred you all with the dead dog and the graphic slaughter of an entire innocent family, huh,” Horikoshi says thoughtfully. “anyway so what do you all think of my new creation, the Spaghetti Bullet.” well, Horikoshi, so you know that squished-up face that Kermit the Frog makes sometimes? yeah. that’s what I think, if you must know lol

holy hell the juxtaposition

I’m actually kind of surprised to learn she had a lot of fans? what with her M.O., I was expecting her to have been an underground hero like Aizawa, but apparently not? then again I still have absolutely no idea how any of that works. I really need to read Vigilantes already

oh snap

nothing like a sweet dose of assassin trauma to finally round out our BnHA Trauma Bingo!! well done guys, we finally collected all of the traumas! hooray!

noooo Ladyyyyyyy

holy shit what a fucking chapter. like, this man promised us an assassin, and went and fucking delivered. I was not expecting it to be this dark, lol, but holy shit I am here for it

you know, at some point you have to start questioning the logistics of this, though

I mean, how do I put this... her quirk isn’t exactly subtle. that murder scene from a few pages back looked like the first season of Dexter for fuck’s sake, that’s not exactly “disappearing” people now is it?? and I mean, her bullets are literally made from her own fucking hair; it seems like it would be impossible not to leave any evidence behind. did no one start to wonder who the fuck was going around murdering all these people? or did the people who asked too many questions wind up getting conveniently “disappeared” themselves??

and hey, speaking of asking too many questions

holy shit is he blackmailing her??!? or no, wait -- what the hell is he reaching for in his pocket boy you better not

(ETA: what exactly was this man expecting fdslkjd. “uh oh my unstoppable hair trigger assassin who is literally always armed is asking questions, better announce that I am going to shoot her and then reach into my pocket veeeeeery slowly while she stands there all of two feet away.” how did this guy ever function as the head of a shadow government with these decision-making skills, I’m genuinely baffled.)

OH MY GOD LADY YES

this. right here. is why “run the fuck away” was damn good solid fucking advice. oh shit. but my god did this dude have it coming

so wait lol has she just been narrating all of this out loud to Deku this entire time

okay but can we just stop for a moment and appreciate the fact that they’re having this deep conversation about the dark secrets of hero society right in the middle of their intense mid-air sniper free-for-all lol

holy shit you guys, Nagant’s the one that should have made the tell-all video. I mean, no offense to you, Dabi, I’m sure you worked very hard on your video and did a ton of crunches every day so that you would look good with your shirt off while you told the world all about how your dad was a jerk. but seriously...

this is already like 100x more convincing than what he put out. also, gasp, is it another flashback

yes it is oh my gosh

so the HPSC Chairladyperson whom ReDestro killed used to be this guy’s direct subordinate, huh? I wonder if she kept the whole assassin program going after she took over. can’t say I was feeling any particular kind of grieving way about her death before, but certainly not now lol

but unfortunately Nagant has finally lost me at the same place where all of the villains inevitably do, which is to say when they somehow make the dubious mental leap from “society sucks and is bad” to “let’s just be openly fucking evil lol, worth a shot.” because when heroes murder innocent people and cover it up, that’s obviously bad (and I mean, it absolutely fucking is lol, don’t get me wrong); but when villains murder innocent people straight up out in the open without giving a fuck, they’re righteous revolutionaries? just -- is there really no non-murdery middle ground here?? I guess that’s what Deku and co. are for, hopefully

anyways oh shit Deku seems to have spotted something?? and he’s doing something weird with Blackwhip what

oh, he spotted her, I guess

lmaooooo

new favorite Deku panel right here. a masterpiece

oh my god you guys our little boy is starting to grow up before our eyes

you love to see it. and you can tell with those elipses that he’s gearing up to say something really cool and determined and badass like the shounen protag he is, yes please, Deku ilu so much please do your thing

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

IS THAT A TEENY TINY LIL EYE SPARKLE THERE OMG. still not anywhere close to his usual standard, but that’s some clear resolve there in his eyes there at long last! it always shines the most clearly when he’s being true to himself and his ideals, so I love that it finally shows up again here, when he’s reaffirming his resolve to help others no matter what

uh oh so what’s Lady going to do now

is it time for a trump card?? kinda sounding like it’s time for a trump card

???

I lied btw, this is my new favorite Deku panel. but anyways what is she up to now lol

ohhhhhh, lol

why does she seem shocked, lol. here I thought this was part of her plan, but apparently she forgot all about ol’ “Look Ma, No Hands” back up there

and so I guess that’s it for this week! so we’ve learned basically everything now about Lady and her quirk and her history with the HPSC and why she agreed to work for AFO. pretty much the only question that still remains is why the hell she decided to drag this asshole along for the ride! because I still cannot figure that out dsklkjlkf

(ETA: actually now I’m kind of wondering if they maybe have some past connection we don’t know about yet. when exactly was Nagant sent to Tartarus? is it possible she was ordered to track down and kill Overhaul at some point before that, but never got around to it? or something else along those lines? idk but now I’m curious.)

anyways Deku, I know that your empathy has no bounds and that you’re on a “saving villains” kick right now, and good on you... but also, if you decide to just like, skip all of that shit just this once, absolutely no one will hold it against you, I’m just saying. just, all I’m asking here is maybe let’s think twice before we start trying to reform guys who imprison and torture little girls for profit. I think maybe that’s a good place to draw the line. next week is going to be a very interesting chapter lol

[auramindedd]

I Like You - SMAU*

Part 10

CorpseHusband x FemReader - Y/N

warnings: cussing

notes: uhhh,, idk where to take this series, but ima just go w the flow igs 😭 also,, i completely give up on adding the small details like the likes, comments, replies, and the times on tweets so i’m super sorry if it bothers you lmao

it’s also pretty long,, mostly writing rather than the smau, butttt i really like this one 🥺

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“When’s Rae gonna be home?” Corpse asks, playing with his hands.

“She’ll be home tonight, I just don’t know at what time. Why?”

“Uh... I- I just... I don’t know? I’m kind of nervous?”

“Corpse, Rae is your friend. But if you don’t feel comfortable, I can get a hotel room for you not too far away from here?” You suggest, 100% willing to pay for a hotel room for him if he wouldn’t feel comfortable being here with Rae here.

“I wanna stay here- with you... If that’s okay with you, of course.” There’s a slight blush on his face, it makes you smile a bit.

“Yes, I want you to stay here, too. You can take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.” You grab his plate, stacking his on top of yours, taking them to the sink.

“No, no. I can be on the couch tonight, I don’t sleep anyway.”

“Corpse, I’m not gonna have you sleep on that uncomfortable ass couch. Come on, we’ll figure something out. Wanna watch a movie?” He nods his head. You grab his hand, or more so his fingers, leading him to your room.

You turn the lights off, turning your fairy lights on instead. You tell Corpse to get comfortable, fluffing pillows for him, letting him lay back.

You know Corpse would be a bit anxious and nervous, not something you’d ever blame him for. You’re surprised you’re not being awkward or nervous. You’ve been trying your best to keep Corpse comfortable here, making sure he isn’t getting too nervous.

“Can we watch High School Musical? I have the stupid ass songs stuck in my head, childish me is coming...” You ask, not wanting to torture him with such a movie. Well, it’s not a bad movie, but you’d understand if anyone’d want to shoot themselves in the head while watching.

“Of course, baby.” You can’t help the butterflies that erupt in your stomach from the nickname. You sit closer to the TV, wanting Corpse to be comfortable rather than you.

Suddenly, you feel a hand around your waist. Corpse pulls you to him, letting you lay next to him. He looks at you, smiling. You smile back.

“Corpse, can I ask you a question?” He hums, indicating for you to go on. “That one time, you didn’t answer me for two days... You told me it had been because I was too ‘pretty.’ I didn’t believe you, and I still don’t. Why didn’t you answer me, like for real?” You don’t ask this in a bad way either, you’re just genuinely curious.

“I- uh... I’m going to be 100% honest, Y/N, but I don’t wanna scare you away.” He says cautiously, hesitating to go on.

“Corpse, you could never. I’m too attached already.” He chuckles, letting out a sigh.

“I like you. Like, like like you... I liked you before even seeing your face, but after, wow.” Silence. Deafening silence. But honestly, you can hear your fucking smile. You don’t think you’ve ever smiled so hard in your life. “Y/N, baby, say something, please.”

“Corpse,” You look up at him, probably scaring him with your smile. “I like you, too. Like, like like you.” He chuckles, but it’s more of a chuckle of relief. If that’s a thing?

He pulls you close to him, letting your head rest on his chest. You listen to his heartbeat, his breathing, trying to match yours with his. You slowly drift off, your eyelids getting too heavy to keep open.

———

You wake up in Corpse’s arms. He’s gently stroking your side, looking down at you with a small smile.

“Good morning,” His voice is raspier and deeper than it already is. You didn’t know that was possible.

“Good morning,” You say, yawning softly. You bury your face deeper into his chest, snuggling closer to him.

��So fucking cute.” He mumbles, softly chuckling.

After a while of just laying there in Corpse’s arms, you decide to check social media and your messages. Already, Twitter is going crazy, assuming quickly that you and Corpse are dating. It’s not anything you didn’t expect, but it’d be nice if people didn’t jump to conclusions.

You decide to tweet a good morning, feeling good about today. And sadly, very unfortunately, you decide to text back the group chat - something you’ve been dreading to do.

Corpse is there, reading the messages, but you don’t mind.

You kind of, accidentally, and very stupidly put yourself out, but it’s all good, nobody said anything besides Brooke. You all have a drunk Among Us lobby to get to.

After getting ready, Corpse getting his laptop and mic ready in another room, you join the Discord call. Corpse joins quickly after. Surprisingly, nobody says anything about you two being in the same apartment while greeting each other. You don’t doubt that someone will say something soon.

“Let’s all take a drink - to Corpse and Y/N holding hands!” Alex exclaims, clinking his glass on his mic. The rest cheer, pretending to clink their glasses as well. You sigh and laugh a bit, but nonetheless, you’re gulping down a glass of champagne.

“Alex,” You say, catching his attention.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck you!”

“Hey, hey, hey. No fucking.” Karl says, and you can hear him slap his hand to his mouth after realizing what he just said. The lobby bursts into fits of laughter, but the one you’re trying to listen for, Corpse’s. It’s silent on his end.

“Karl, how much have you had to drink?” Dream asks, slurring his words. Didn’t this game just start?

“I had like 3 beers?”

“You fucking lightweight.” You tease. “Dream, you’ve been drinking too...”

“Yeah, we might’ve pregamed an Among Us game.” He admits shamefully.

“Didn’t expect less from you two,” Rae says, adding a disappointing tone to her voice for effect. She starts the game, despite the sad protests from Karl and Dream.

Crewmate.

You pout, wanting so badly to be Imposter. You’re a good liar to say the least, and people easily fall for your sweet, innocent voice. It’s funny, pathetic even, which is why you want at least one good Imposter round.

“Whaddup, baby,” Corpse greets you in Nav. Dream follows behind him, Karl coming in shortly after.

“Hey, my beautiful alcoholics!” You greet cheerfully, earning groans from them both. Oh, how fun it’s going to be teasing them.

“At least she called us beautiful.” Karl says, walking out of Nav with Dream, leaving you and Corpse alone again. You get back to doing your task, connecting the ship with the dotted lines and whatnot.

“Am I beautiful?” You can hear the pout in his voice, it’s cute.

“Gorgeous, stunning even.” You say before walking out of Nav, smiling to yourself.

This round is pretty uneventful, along with the next few. But after about five rounds, you’re all incredibly drunk after playing some drinking games.

“No balls,” Rae dares. You’re Imposter this round, and Rae’s made you her personal hitman. She’s telling you to kill Karl, but he’s innocently doing his tasks.

“I have three actually.” You defend yourself, not making any sense at all.

“Three what?” Sykkuno comes in.

“Three balls,” Rae answers.

“Okayyy then...” Sykkuno drawls, leaving you two alone. Corpse comes along, the second Imposter. Oh, how convenient.

“Hey, Corpseee,” You greet, making it so fucking obvious.

“Oh my God!” Rae exclaims. You sigh, facepalming yourself. “Corpse kill Karl, Y/N kill Sykkuno.”

“Woah, since when did we become your hitmen?” Corpse backs his astronaut up.

“I’m not killing Syk!” You whisper-yell.

“Okay, then you kill Karl and Corpse can kill Sykkuno.” You can hear her shrugging as if it’s no big deal, but literally, Karl and Sykkuno are the sweetest people to you.

“No, I’m not doing it, Rae...” Corpse still hasn’t said anything. He’s watching you and Rae go back and forth, whisper-yelling even though anyone would be able to hear you.

“I’ll call you two out.”

“You’d never,”

“The emergency meeting button is looking real sexy right now.” Ugh, fuck the stupid smirk you can just hear in her voice.

“Fine, we’ll do it.” Corpse says. He goes and kills Sykkuno. You hesitate killing Karl, but he already watched Corpse kill Sykkuno so, unfortunately, you have to.

You and Corpse run away, leaving Rae to report the bodies.

After you and Corpse vouching for each other the whole round, nobody putting sus on you two because well, you sound so innocent and sweet even while being shitface drunk, you two win, earning groans from everyone in the lobby except from Rae.

“To be fucking fair, Rae had me and Corpse be her hitmen sooo, you can blame her if you died.” The lobby starts yelling playfully at Rae.

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After finally finishing streaming, Corpse comes into your room, plopping down onto your bed.

“Gosh, I’m gonna have the worst fucking hangover tomorrow.” He murmurs into your pillow, hugging it close to him. You jump onto the bed, sitting next to him, playing with his hair. He doesn’t mind, or you don’t think he does.

“It was fun,” You say, smiling to yourself. You love spending time with your friends. You can’t imagine how much fun it’d be if all of you got together in real life.

“It was,” Corpse yawns, looking up at you, smiling as you keep playing with his hair. He gets up, settling himself into your bed again, pulling you into him, letting you rest your head on his chest. You wrap an arm around him, snuggling yourself closer to him.

“We should probably eat something... And get ourselves some water.” You say, knowing that tomorrow’s hangover is going to be a bitch.

“I don’t wanna let go of you.” Corpse whines. You try getting up, but he almost throws a fucking tantrum. Quickly, you get out of his arms, running out of your room, giggling like a fucking maniac.

“Y/N! Please!” He shouts softly, trying not to wake Rae. He runs after you, following you into the kitchen. You run to the other side of the counter. He goes left, you go right - vice versa.

“Corpse, we need food and water.” You say, trying to grab pans out of the cupboards while he’s trying to get you. You can’t help yourself from giggling. Rae will kill you if you two wake her up.

“I wanna hold you,” Corpse pouts. Gosh, he’s going to be the death of you.

“In a sec, I can make us something real quick.” Drunk Corpse obviously equals Clingy Corpse.

“Fine,” He sighs dramatically, sitting on a stool. You grab pans from underneath the cupboards, pulling out some bread and cheese. Grilled cheese is easiest and it’ll take the least amount of time.

As you’re plopping bread into the toaster, Corpse snakes his arms around your waist, snuggling his face into your neck. There’s the slightest stubble, making you giggle.

“Corpse, I can’t cook with you on me.”

“Yes you can, I’ll help.” So stubborn...

You take the bread out of the toaster before it gets too toasted, putting it on the buttered pan.

It was a mission to finish the food to say the least. Corpse demands you eat in your room that way he can hold you. You put on The Promised Neverland, watching the TV as Corpse watches you. But honestly, you don’t mind.

You two fall asleep in each other’s arms again. And you don’t think you’d ever be able to fall asleep without being in his arms again.

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