#i know this league is DESPERATELY trying to kiss his ass at all times but YIKES

[rymurrsneckbeard]

Pretty sure we can all agree that holy shit never let McDavid 'redesign' anything ever again.

[sunshineandspencer]

Jolene

A/N: I’ve managed to get sick and the thing that roused me from my deathbed was hearing Jolene and going ‘yes, this applies to a Hotch fic, my people need me’ if it doesn’t make sense, blame the headache.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Girlfriend!Reader.

Summary: She desperately tries not to think that way about his ex-wife, but seeing them interact hurts way more than she thought it would.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: established relationship, cutesy nicknames, Haley is alive, barely-negative self-thoughts, angst but a happy ending

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“I can easily understand how you could easily take my man, but he’s the only one for me, Jolene.”

Some part of her knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but she’d powered through it. Aaron had kissed her softly in the kitchen and told her that it would all be alright, slowly moving her to the stairs so that she could get ready.

Smacking her ass and laughing as she yelped, disappearing into their bedroom to get dressed.

They’d been together nearly three years now, only about a month until their third anniversary, and he promised something big - but that’s not important right now.

Jack has a big soccer game this afternoon, his team - little league but still important, as both men swear to her - had made it to whatever the ‘finals’ were. Aaron coaches his team, and as much as she tries to keep up, sports have never been her thing.

Despite this, she attends every single game and cheers no matter what’s happening. Plus, she gets the added bonus of seeing her boyfriend in a loose shirt and shorts, a rare and delicious sight. All the other moms have learnt that Aaron is taken, considering he comes over to kiss her whenever he can.

Honestly, Aaron is perfect. 

Even with his job, she doesn’t mind at all. She’s a photographer, and so she does all her editing work from home, and even when she does need to travel, she does it around his work and Jack’s school times. Occasionally bringing them with her, or just Jack when Aaron is away.

She absolutely loves their little family, and every single moment they spent together, and knew early on that days like this couldn’t be avoided forever.

Of course, she knows that Aaron loves her, he tells her more than enough and he still thinks he’s lacking in that department. But he loves her so desperately that he easily makes her feel seventeen all over again.

So Aaron is not the problem, but she is.

Haley, his ex-wife. The woman divorced Aaron, and moved on a lot quicker than he had, but that’s not the problem, people move at different speeds and she fell out of the marriage a lot sooner than Aaron did. The issue that she has is seeing them together with Jack.

They’re so.. picture perfect. Clearly a family. To the point where it hurts.

Haley is utterly gorgeous, and ageing has only done her wonders. Of course, she knows that she’s also aged pretty well, but not as well as her. 

The woman exists as if the phrase ‘fine wine’ was made just to describe her, and the quiet sting of jealousy hits deep whenever she and Aaron interact. It isn’t very often, thank God, but it still sucks.

The way she still talks to him so casually, as if they were friends who didn’t have an eight year marriage between them, it sets her on edge. It feels like she believes if she wanted she could easily stroll back into Aaron’s life. And why wouldn’t she?

She’s stunning, she’s Jack’s mother, there’s nothing stopping her from taking Aaron all over again.

Except the fact Aaron has reassured her that Haley is nothing to him anymore except the woman who gave him the greatest gift in his life bar his “wonderful girlfriend”, and she believes him. God- it feels so wrong to feel jealous and small when he’s told her that Haley is nothing. It feels like she’s doubting him, and it’s not that she’s trying to, she can’t help it.

How could she, when his ex-wife looks like that?

“Where’ve you gone sweetheart?”

Blinking softly, she looked up from where Jack was excitedly talking to his mom about all the goals he scored - uncaring that half were own-goals.

Aaron had come over to sit next to her, and hesitated from placing his usual peck to her lips when he found her so lost in her own thoughts. Moving to sit next to her and immediately place a hand on her thigh, squeezing softly and pressing his thumb into her flesh by the hem of her dress.

“Nowhere, no I’m- I’m still here.” He gives her a look and she sighs, leaning in to kiss him and grumble unhappily against his lips. “Everyday you make it harder and harder to like profilers.”

Humming, he kissed her a little firmer than usual and she pulled back, looking at him confused. Not that she was complaining, but he usually had a reason.

“She may be his mother, but Jack loves you just as much.”

Her heart seized, hating that he was able to figure her out so easily, but not surprised anymore. Reaching to squeeze his hand where it still rested on her thigh and turning to look at him fully.

“Aaron, I--”

“I mean it dove, we love you. She’s had her time in my life, and that’s over, you are the only one I want for any foreseeable future.”

A bright smile drew up on her face, the one he so loves drawing out because it means that she’s getting over whatever bothered her. 

He’s not stupid, he knows how much that bothered her at the start, and it had calmed down slightly over the years, and she believes him completely. Convincing her brain to believe him, however, had been the most surprising thing to try and overcome. For her, however, he’d reassure her everyday for as long as it takes.

With her hands smoothing up his arms to thread into the hair at the nape of his neck, that little bashful smile overcame her face as she got closer. Pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Careful there Hotchner, or someone might think you’re proposing to me.”

He huffed out a small laugh and wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her even closer, kissing her deeply. Not caring that there were other moms watching and awing, or Jack making fake throwing-up noises, even though he really doesn’t mind.

Only pulling back to brush his nose against hers, smiling down at her and watching the way she couldn’t decide which eye of his to focus on.

“Just wait sweet girl, I’m not having you ruin my surprise.”

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[pablitogavii]

NNN

Apperantelly, in America there's this thing called no nut november ;))

After hearing about it and making a bet with his friends (without thinking obv!!), Pablo was trying his best to be a winner of NNN. Everyone who knows Pablo, knows he LOVES to win and this challenge was no different.

First week was relatively easy because he was away most of the time for Champions League so there were not as man temptations as when he's home with you...like right now ;)

"Why would you agree to something so stupid amor!? It's pointless!!" you said removing your makeup in the bathroom wearing one of your new thongs.

"It's a proof of character and strenght of mind princesa!" Pablo said from the bedroom and you rolled your eyes (he didn't see it but he knew you did it).

"It's literally a relationship destroyer! Plus, there is no way you'll win Pablito!" you said stepping out of the bathroom immediately noticing your boy eyeing your new thongs.

"Hmm..why..um..why not princesa??" he was asking meanwhile his eyes staring directly at your pussy and his lower lip hanging adorably. He was craving you and you used it to your advantage ;)

"Because most of your friends are single..and it's harder for a taken man to resist..much..harder" you smirk touching his clear bulge but he pulls away running his hand through his sweaty hair. You were torturing him!!

"You should put some clothes on princesa!" he said and you giggled shaking your head and jumping towards the bathroom making your ass cheeks jiggle. That made pablo gulp..maybe he hasn't thought this through as he thought..

"Hm they are my new thongs..do you like them Pablitoo??" you teased wiggling your butt in front of his face and he smacked it roughly making you whine and jump to look back at him.

"I can still do that, so behave!!" he said clenching his jaw and you rolled your eyes calling him "no fun!" before jumping to bed.

Ever since that night,, you made it impossible for the poor boy to complete his task. For the next two weeks you would do everything in your power to drive Pablo mad every time he was spending time with you. It became too much fun!!

Every time he is laying in bed waiting for you, you would "accidentally" straddle his lap to fix your pillow before laying down and raising your hips up so that you bum was impossible to miss. Oh, and Pablo certainly didn't miss it. He would always place blanket over it to help himself (twilight anyone?). He would kiss your neck before saying a quick "goodnight" and trying desperately to sleep.

"I'm missing you amor.." you pout during a movie night since he was so far away and you just wanted your cuddle bear back not even caring about anything more(well you were always down to tease and make this challenge harder for him tho).

"Bueno..I'm gonna cuddle you but be good, vale?" he said moving closer and you nod although giving him naughty eyes. He knew he was in a world of trouble the moment your hands were on his body.

The longer the movie laster, the more wandering your hand got moving slowly downwards making him continually gulp and observe your actions.

"Amoor!! Basta!" he said and your grinned looking up as his hand gripped your raising it up and placing it on his heart again.

"Why is it so important for you to win this..!?" you whined starting to kiss his neck and he pulled back shaking his head no in response. Ughh you hated this!!

"Because they keep saying I'll fail cause I have a girl and I like to prove them all wrong!" he said and you sighed getting up and saying you were in no mood for a movie anymore just leaving to the bedroom.

You were so needy and desperate being touch starved but knew Pablo's rules were clear about touching yourself without permission..nobody touches what's his quoting him anytime you tried asking in the past.

"Amoor! Por favor..touch me..I need you pleasee!!" you whined when he joined you and Pablo told you that the month is over soon and that he will pleasure you properly then. But you didn't want "properly"..you wanted something..anything..right now.

"So just let me touch myself then!!" you say back angrily feeling his hand grip your neck as he came closer to your face.

"The answer is 'no' preciosa! You're mine and only mine!" he said and you gave him innocent eyes while nodding your head submissively..damn it he still got that effect on you!!

"Now shut up and cuddle me!" he said pulling you in as both of you fell asleep utterly unsatisfied and tired. This f sucked!!

"Someone haven't been sleeping..did our little Pablito cave??" Ferran teased during Practice and Pablo had enough really snapping this time.

"NO, I haven't cabrón! I didn't sleep cause she would cuddle up so close to me, I swOre to god I was gonna explode! This is stupidest thing I've ever chose to do!" Pablo just went to the dressing room where Balde was ready to add salt to his wound.

"You know I've heard stories of girls cheating much more during nnn because their guys don't satisfy them properly.." he said and that was the end of it as Pablo grabbed his bag and practically ran home.

Balde's words kept replaying in his head as he imagined some other man fucking you sensless in your shared apartment while he was on training..he was done with this bullshit! He wants you and will have you now!

"AMOR!" Pablo yelled barging inside like a maniac and you jumped in the kitchen while washing some salad later for lunch.

"Que pasa Pablito!? You alright??" you ask walking up to him and touching his face while he looked at your body wearing your home dress that looked way too delicious on your right now. Pablo couldn't resist anymore.

"Ohh nena.." he groaned placing his hands on your ass which took you a little by surprise after week of touch starvation. It felt nice to feel his hands on your body again..but why now??

"Que haces cariño??" you say while his eyes were practically glued on your cleavage as his bulge hardened more inside his shorts.

"Mm let's go.." he said and you raised your eyebrows deciding to play hard to get a little after being so patient for him.

"Go where??" you played dumb and he smirked looking towards your shared bedroom and then back at your lips while licking his own.

"But your challenge? You wanted to win." you say moving your hands to his shoulders while his moved up to grip your breast and then back down to your ass. Fuck..he was feeling you up and it felt SO DAMN GOOD!!!

"Here's a new challenge..make my girl cum until she passes out with my dick still buried deep inside her perfect pussy!!" he said grabbing your hips wrapping your legs around his torso carrying you towards your shared bedroom being utterly done with NNN!!!

Hope you enjoyes;) An idea sparked and vuola!!

[carcarcraziiv2]

Heartsteel Sett Boyfriend HCs

~Sett is love, Sett is LIFE. Don't get me wrong, I am barking and on all fours for all of these men but Sett holds a special place in my little heart~

P.S. Asks are open! I am open to requests! P.S.S. I am also open to other League characters, Arcane AU, etc. Just hmu :3

TW: Floof. So much floof. Pet names. You get the picture right? As always, enter at your own risk!

Sett is a l o v e r. PDA overload. Hugs? Always, without question, is up for that. Kisses? You bet your ass he will. Any second, no matter where you are, you could lean in for one and he will squeeze you up against him, and kiss you like his life depends on it. If anyone appears to be giving you some extra attention that he doesn't like, all this big guy has to do is walk up next to you (as if he isn't there already lol) and usually the person doing the thing is smart enough to know better than to continue. "Hey baby, come here. What, can't I kiss you? Let me kiss you. That's my good b/g."

Sett is second only to Ezreal in his joking capabilities. This man can JOKE, and although he is trying to joke with and or at you, he unfortunately tends to make a fool of himself because he is a massive dork. If you pull jokes on him, he doesn't really get upset or offended, but he will pretend to be. His goofy demeanor means he will put a hand to his chest acting all flabbergasted, then tackle you into a hug or onto the bed while calling you a dork. "Haha! You're so funny, but you know I've got skin of steel baby. Oh, you meant it? Yeah right! Comere!"

Sett is an absolute SUCKER for attention. He will eat it up, and if you aren't paying attention to him? You might as well be. He will pester you, throw you over his shoulder, basically DEMAND your attention. Since this is just how he is, you never have to be desperate for his attention either. If for some reason you do feel neglected, he will feel very bad about it. He will make it up to you no matter what that means. "I'm sorry I've been at the gym so much this week, band stuff has just been stressing me out. Hey, I have an idea! Why don't you go with me?!"

Kisses, hugs, and everything fun= SETT. He is a fiend. He is insatiable. He will grab you up and kiss you, no matter where you are. His kisses can be goofy, fun, or downright sensual. Sometimes, when Sett is feeling serious for once, he will take his time with you. Touching you sweetly- he is so strong sometimes he is scared he will hurt you by accident. But man, it's all worth it as soon as his lips touch yours. Sett grabs your wrist, pulling you flush against him. You have to tilt your head to see him, and as he gazes back down at you he tilts his head and studies your face. "You're everything, baby. Everything." He leans down, kissing you gently, before releasing your lips and hugging you even closer.

Sett doesn't like arguing. He gets so pent up sometimes, you fear for the guy he goes up against at his boxing matches. Most of the time, when it's petty little arguments, he will figure out some way to get your mind off of it. Every once in awhile when you actually feel upset about the situation, Sett will take his time to sit down and talk it out with you. He will grab your hands, nod while you explain your side, and carefully display his own. By the end of it, the two of you are usually kissing... and by the end of that- well... "I get where you're coming from, baby. I just think we could have approached the situation differently, is all. Promise you're not mad at me? Thank the Gods. Come on, I wanna make it up to you in the bedroom hehe," He says, grabbing you by the waist and tugging you toward your room.

Sett will be very sad when you leave, or when he has to leave. He is like a little puppy dog who cries when you go (although he doesn't actually cry). He will pout, however, and his irresistible face almost makes you quit everything and stay home just to appease him. When he leaves, he will ask you a thousand questions trying to egg on a reason to stay, but you know he has to get to band practice so that Yone doesn't come pounding down your door, so you usually just give him a reason to be excited to come home later. "I miss you already, baby! Please don't make me go. Nah, look Yone loves me! He won't be that mad... Comeonnnn. Fine, but later we are getting dinner, and you are going to be desert."

[bowdownperv]

Sweetheart [B.H + E.M]

Warnings: 18+, smut, sexual content, threesome

Pink was the color of love. The color of sugary sweetheart candies. The color of the powdery blush on your cheeks. The color of his tongue as he painted your pussy with his saliva.

Cupid struck you in the ass this Valentines Day.

A fun, post Basketball game celebration turned into nightmare when you accidentally stumbled in on your jackass boyfriend pounding some dumb cheerleader into a mattress while looking for the bathroom. Eyeshadow instantly spilled down your face like watercolors as you slammed the door shut making the whole house shiver. The dramatic thud of your heels stomping down the stairs caused the whole crowd to go silent alongside gasped faces.

Once making it home and allowing yourself some much deserved time to sulk, you quickly realized that your friends were right: you were way out of his league. You would have absolutely no problem finding a better lover, better kisser, and a better fucker. However, once the news of your breakup made its way around, you were essentially up for grabs at school.

Billy Hargrove unexpectedly became an obstacle in your path to class when his broad athletic body spawned out of nowhere in front of you. You crashed into him and sprung back while he stood sturdy as a rock.

“Sup, Y/N.” His voice had a racy husk to it as he licked his lips. You rolled your eyes while secretly checking him out.

“Yes, Billy?” you murmured, bending down to pick up the History textbook he made you drop.

If the school had a mascot for biggest douchebag, it would be Billy. He was always trying, and quite successfully, getting into every girls pants just to gloat about it the next day to his buddies. He always felt something special towards you, but you refused to give in. Making his infatuation with you only grow stronger. You had to admit though, he was really fucking hot.

"I heard about your breakup, maybe I'll come over tonight and make you feel better," he winked cupping his bulging cock through his grey sweatpants. Lazily, swinging his hips into his palm as if he were fucking you from behind. You couldn't help but feel a trickle down your thigh.

"That's okay Billy, I've never really been a big fan of shrimp."

He huffed.

"Mhm, we'll see about that sweetheart."

The stupid nickname somehow made your pussy tingle. You flipped your hair over your shoulder and scurried away as he blew you a cocky kiss. He was such a hotshot but the thought of him fucking you filled your heartbroken mind with lust. You also heard from other girls that he was packing.

For the entire day, boys followed you around like abandoned puppies. Each one so desperately attempting to shoot their shot with you every chance they could get. It was pathetic. Finally, lunchtime came meaning you could hopefully have a break from being chased down. You headed to school dining hall and sat at your usual table, waiting for your girlfriends to arrive. That's when you saw schools enigma, Eddie walk in. He approached you with a devilish grin across his face as he plopped down across from you. The entire crowd in the cafeteria seemed to vanish and it suddenly it felt like it was just the two of you alone.

"Hey, pretty girl," he smirked.

You swallowed and nervously toyed with your hair.

"Hi, Eddie."

"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be all alone. Who knows what kind of bad things could happen to her." He gave you a sinister smirk and reached for your hand. Placing a soft kiss to it like you were royalty. You were completely hypnotized by his mysterious presence.

"Why don't I come over tonight and we can have some fun."

You hesitated.

"I- I have to-"

"Great, I'll be there at ten."

Your cheeks were so red you could see feel heart beating in them. Eddie walked away and you watched as time around you magically resumed.

When you got home from school, you rushed to turn on the shower. You laid out a tank top and your most revealing shorts on your bedsheets and washed up plus shaved until you felt clean and sexy. You blowdryed your soggy hair and perfected your makeup in anticipation for it just to be ruined. There was still a few hours until Eddie would be arriving but you spent them all physically and mentally preparing yourself.

Halfway through brushing your hair, you jumped from the ring of the doorbell. Fuck. Eddie must have came early. You ran your fingers through your locks messily and hurried to the door.

As soon as you opened it, you cursed under your breath. It was Billy. You didn't think he was actually serious about coming over. You panicked. Eddie would be there soon. What would he do if he saw you had Billy over as well?

"Billy, you need to go-"

Without warning, he was leaning forward and kissing you dearly with his strawberry lips. You were instantly intoxicated. Grabbing onto the hair on the back of his head and pulling him closer. His tongue swarming your mouth.

You yanked him by his denim jacket inside and shut the door. Maybe, he could fuck you quickly before Eddie came? At this point you were too worked up to tell Billy to leave. With Billy's mouth still suctioned to yours, a series of loud thumps echoed from the front door. Damnit.

You felt your heart inflate with every knock.

Billy followed you to the door. His larger body hovering behind you like a ghost.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" he growled in his low register, raising his muscular arm.

"Just came to see my girl," Eddie announced, pointing a finger gun at you.

"Well, she's busy," Billy replied, cupping your ass in his large hand making you jolt.

The boys bickered back and fourth and you were so turned on. The two hottest studs at school fighting over who gets to fuck you.

Eventually, Billy whispered something into Eddie's ear causing him to nod. You were so confused when both boys looked back at you with devilish grins.

Billy manhandled you as he grabbed your smaller body to throw you over his shoulder. You let out a small shriek. He carried you over to the kitchen and placed your ass on the counter. His eyes staring directly at your clothed core as if he could see through your shorts.

You put your finger in your mouth. "What are you going to do to me?" you asked shyly.

Eddie turned to Billy and smiled.

"A good old pussy eating contest."

You froze.

"Sound good, sweetheart?"

Your head almost fell off from how fast you were nodding.

"Yes."

Eddie competed first. He tugged your little shorts down your thighs and you watched as they plopped down onto the marble floor. Squatting to be eye-level with your vulnerable cunt.

"Hi, pretty pussy," he said, rubbing it with his long, slender fingers and pressing a kiss to it. You felt your pussy gush as pre-cum dribbled down your thigh.

"Mm, good thing daddy's hungry."

His head nuzzled between your legs. You felt his warm tongue poke inside your pussy.

His hands grabbed your thighs for support as he pushed his head deeper into you. Licking the walls of your pussy. The texture of his taste buds rubbing against your clit. His tongue slurping in and out of you while he looked up at you with starving eyes. Cocking his right eyebrow every time you let out a sweet moan.

"Oh, fuck daddy" you squealed. Clinging your fingers to his hair as you popped your pussy forward into his face. His tongue leaving no inch of your pussy dry. Foamy spit being the only barrier between his mouth and your cunt as he coated you with his thick, warm saliva that dripped onto the floor.

“Such a sweet girl with a sweet pussy," he mumbled into your core. You could feel the vibrato of his voice echo throughout the walls of your cunt.

You closed your eyes and felt a wave of heat rush throughout your body. Your pussy quenched itself as you squirted all over Eddie’s soft face. Covering his skin with little droplets of your cum.

“Oh shit baby, all for me?” he asked excitedly as you groaned, still trying to recover from your high.

Not a drip of cum went to waste as he licked each one that trailed down your thighs.

Eddie pulled away and your cunt felt cold and empty without a warm mouth inside it.

“Alright man, let’s see if you can beat that,” he said, hitting Billy’s shoulder.

Billy walked over to your vulnerable pussy smugly. Smirking as he watched your legs tremble and your still leaking cunt drip more onto the floor. You looked up at him with nervous, doe eyes.

Billy kneeled down and vertically licked across your entire pussy. Paying special attention to your clit as he cloaked it around his long tongue, drowning it in his saliva. Your head flew forward to watch his evil, grinning face devour your pussy.

He ate your pussy from the inside out. His mouth was a vacuum sucking all the juices from your pussy until it was dry, and then filling it back up with his own spit and tongue. He pressed gentle kisses along the sensitive skin and used his fingers to spread your pussy lips open and poke his tongue in even farther. The excitement and lust of having such a hunk fuck you with his tongue so passionately, made you unable to hold back your orgasm as you cummed intensely for the second time. Decorating Billy’s pretty face with your sweet pussy juices.

Billy walked away wiping his grinning mouth. Once again, your pussy felt empty and you rubbed your legs together. Desperate for any friction as you looked innocently to the two boys ahead of you.

“Round two,” Eddie spoke.

“Cock sucking.”

This time your knees were on the floor looking up at Billy. You stared him down as he pulled his jeans and boxers off allowing his mighty cock to stand strong.

You immediately gasped. Billy's cock put your ex boyfriends to shame. It was long, slick, and girth with a blue vein that ran from its base to his big, pink mushroom head. After licking your plump lips in preperation, you wrapped them around his cock. Giving Billy the sweetest blowjob of his life.

"That's it sweetheart," he groaned, huskily. "You like having daddy's big cock in your mouth?"

"You moaned "mhm," while looking up him with your teary, cartoon eyes. His cock tucked deep inside your throat, striking your uvula repeatedly like it was a punching bag.

All the attention you were giving Billy's cock made Eddie severely jealous. He eagerly dragged his pants and boxers in unison down his thighs and tripped as his long cock sprung out. Hard and ready to get sucked.

Eddie pushed Billy aside and slid his cock into your mouth at the same time. Two giant cocks fucking your tiny little mouth.

Both the men swung their hips into your face, forcing your tired mouth to suck their huge cocks. If someone was to stand behind them, all they would see was their ass cheeks clenching and releasing as their big bodies overshadowed you. The only thing coming out of your mouth were whimpers and slobber.

You grabbed their big balls with each of your hands. Your long nails grazing the wrinkles. You squeezed them. Immediately, they both orgasmed. Their cum flooding your throat canal. Making you practically drown in their creamy, white cum. It took a few big gulps and swallows to force it all down.

Billy patted your head before throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you to the coffee table. Laying your tummy on the table. Your tits squashed against the cold glass. Your vulnerable ass and cunt shivering in the air, ready for penetration.

Billy aggressively spit on your cunt like a dirty cowboy and shoved his cock in with a howl. Hands gripping your waist hard as he fucked you mercilessly. Spanking your ass with his big palm like you were misbehaved child.

Eddie went for your gaping mouth. Lifting your head up by the chin and sliding his long cock down your throat. Swinging his hips back and fourth, giving you a great throat-fucking. His heavy balls squashing against your chin allowing you to feel how quickly they refilled. Your jaw throbbing from how wide your mouth had to open to accommodate his size.

Your body was being completely used by these two men. You were just an instrument of pleasure for their sex-driven dicks. Their impressive length penetrating both sides of you so deeply, that you swore you could feel the heads of their cocks kiss inside your stomach.

The sounds they were making were so hot. These two men who had big egos and tough exteriors, now whimpering and falling apart from the way you were taking their raging cocks. They both had fucked so many girls but it wasn’t now, fucking you, that they were finally being satisfied. It was as if all those girls were just practice to prepare for fucking you. Billy and Eddie reached over your body to high-five each other.

Eventually, they switched things up. Eddie sat on the couch, man spreading, as he smacked his thighs signaling you to hop on. His cock stuck up between his legs like a mighty tower. You slowly sat down on him and felt your pussy become stretched as you slid down to rest on his balls. You faced Billy who was now completely naked and holding his cock with his right hand, jacking it off. Your eye grazed his impressive body with lust as you noticed his chiseled abs, his bulging bicep when he pumped his cock, and his thick, muscular legs that were spread as he stood sturdy. Your eyes stayed focused on him as the rest of your body flew up and down as Eddie commanded you to ride his cock. You couldn’t close your mouth no matter how hard you tried.

Billy walked over to you and inserted one of your bouncing tits into his mouth. He sucked on the nipple as your ass hopped up and down Eddies cock. Eddie ran his hands through your hair from behind and thrusted his hips upwards into you. Billy continued worshipping your body like you were a princess. Nuzzling his face between your tits and leaving blue hickeys around your nipples. Billy crouched down and licked the top of your pussy as it got hammered by Eddie’s cock. He coated your pussy and the head of Eddie’s cock with his saliva to better lubricate it. Eddie sped up the rhythm making your pussy louder as it gushed even more.

Just as you felt the pressure of your climax approaching, Billy pulled you off Eddie’s cock and pushed your head into the couch cushion. He lifted your ass up with his hands and fucked you relentlessly into the sofa with all his energy. His thick cock plunging in and out of your pussy rapidly. Your muted moans were still so apparent from the unexpected change and without you even realizing it, you were cumming all over Billy’s swole cock. The feeling of your pussy tightening around Billy’s cock triggered his own orgasm as he shot several rounds of his white, sticky cum deep inside your cunt. Eddie pulled Billy away from you, and the boys eagerly raced to lick the cum out of your pussy. Both men’s tongues fighting to lick up every drop. You looked down at their determined faces with their tongues sticking out. You almost hyperventilated.

To repay Eddie, you got down on all fours and sucked the cum out of his cock. Giving him special attention as he filled your mouth with his semen and you held it between your chubby cheeks. Dribbles of white spilling out as you looked up at him and swallowed. Billy patted Eddie’s shoulder and they shook hands. Unable to pick a winner, you requested a rematch.

[saeneryis]

spicy ezreal nsfw headcanons

Includes: Ezreal x Reader (gender neutral) Warnings: nsfw, risky, gn reader, loud, toys, experimenting, top!ezreal, bottom!ezreal, edging, smut

he loves to boast about his size. most importantly, how long it is, and the things he can do it it. ezreal isn't afraid to use all of the tools at his disposal to please you. (he doesn't always know what's he's doing, but hey! he's read a couple books..) his d1ck is pretty slim, but very long and taken care off, just as his body; his favorite thing about himself is, well.. after his skills, his abs.

kinda' afraid to admit it, but he loves, and i mean, loves sex in random places, including explorations. especially when on explorations. after clearing dozens of void monsters and making sure the perimeter is safe, he will drown you in kisses down from your neck towards your belly and give you the best fuck you've ever felt.

"my g-god... you were this h-horny this entire time?" scoffs. "c-can't believe my trusty sidekick was the kind to wet dream while killing a bunch of monsters... don't get me wrong i- wait.. THERE'S ONEE OVER THERE AAAAAAAAA-"

whenever ezreal is close to cumming he'll begin getting really loud, as any words that try to come out of his mouth will end up as breathy moans showering you in praise about how good you're making him feel right know, and how much he loves you.

he loves to cum inside, over you, or in your mouth, as in his eyes, that's his way of marking you as his.

"can i p-please do it..-" ezreal lets out a moan. "-in-inside...?" he kisses you on the lips with such desperation that you can taste it. "i lo-love you, oh.. my.. my beautiful.. mine... and mine o-only.. ngh.." his breath began getting heavier and you felt his thrusts begin to get sloppier as he collapsed over you, flooding your insides with his cum.

he loves being on top, but isn't closed to the idea of bottoming for you, or even experiment toys. although he'll be hesitant at first. ezreal laying on bed, with his legs lifted, as you're eating his ass out all while jerking his lengthy d1ck off and making him extremely flustered.

he wants to cum so badly, but you keep denying his orgasms; edging him, as he's staring at your eyes looking so needy you don't want to stop.

his face is completely red as you're sucking on his dick while playing with his ass- he can't take it any longer. "i-i'm close..." he whispers, but suddenly, you slowly and gently introduce one of your fingers into him, and a burst of energy surges inside of him. he suddenly got harder. "i.. ngh.." before he could finish, a powerful orgasm struck him and had his legs spasming as cum began to slowly be released from his d1ck, dripping over himself. "ngh... oh... o-oh... that.. let's.." after a short breath. "do it again sometime."

Writer's Note: well that was... fun! i've always liked ezreal, a true shame there isn't as much content about him here as i'd like.. i'm actually writing a longer story about ezreal as well! i'm going for the.. slow burn/eventual smut route >:) but i don't know when i'll get it done, have a great day~ i take requests! it's in my plans to write about most, of it not all, league characters.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

May i request Dabi and overhaul and Crono s/o being overhaul body Guard

He worries a lot for your health.

Mental and physical.

He knows how fucked up his childhood friend is, so whenever he knows you have a job to assist along with Overhaul he is coming along.

Overhaul is a harsh and very VERY demanding boss so honestly he is surprised that not even one time he heard a complain of his about you.

Actually he had his jaw on the ground when he heard Chisaki Actually praising you for your abilities.

You just stood there with a bloodied forehead and a dislocated shoulder with a deadlanned expression as Chrono almost freacking cried at your state.

And Hari is not usually an emotional guy so there is how much he cares for you.

Usually you both have to atture Overhaul fucked plans so almost always you both help with patching each other up.

There was one time Kurono was on high allert since it started the rumors of Overhaul being "fond of you" on another level and the jealously started to grown a bit.

Knowing this you simply kissed him softly and assured him it surely wasn't like that since, according to you, Chisaki only appreciate your work, not you as a person.

He grew a bit relieved at that. But still threw some nasty glares when Overhaul dragged you into dangerous asf missions or complimented you.

You were perfect and he wasn't going to let you go anytime soon.

Actually pretty vague, but you two have fun while training together and usually your dates are when both of you are literally jumping from buildings to building.

But soon you have to stop since your poor boyfriend almost screams when you accidentally tripped once and he forbidden you from doing parkour for a week.

He sounds like he doesn't care but trust me, Dabi hates Overhaul just as much as he hates Endeavour WAYYY before the league got to meet him.

Resume. You and Dabi/Touya are first lovers. First on everything. And since you both ran away, the two of you struggled to make money until you barged into you guys crappy apartment announcing that you had found a job... only to come back another all bloody and bruised head to toe.

He got to know who your "boss" was and was about to incinerate the asshole until you told him to shut up and sit his ass down (affectionately of course) since you guys needed desperately the money to freacking live.

He ended up pouting and accepting his fate since he would rather gain another scar than seeing you pissed for real. Dabi does not fear death but he fears his SO when angry.

Logic? Who needs logic?

But to compensate you hate Shigaraki guts as well for trying to kill your boyfriend on the first day he entered the league. Even if you didn't knew none of the league yet.

When the faithfully day of meeting with the league of the villains you explained to your boyfriend you both couldn't stay in the same place since it would cause a lot of trouble and both of your bosses would figurine it out. So Dabi decided to stay since he was wounded from a last mission and you went there.

Resulting in you coming back and cursing his colleagues (minus Magne)

He was pretty passed at Compress and Shigaraki and soon Toga placed the pieces together and like any girl she told Shigaraki about it.

Shigaraki manage to track you two down and convince you to turn the tables on Overhaul.

Making you to "coincidently" miss one single day of work which happened to be the day the heroes barged in and Overhaul lost his arms.

Shigaraki let Dabi have his fun. Look how generous he is. He knew how much Dabi hated Overhaul for putting you through hell and making you cry out of stress.

So I will leave to your guys imagination on what Dabi did to Overhaul.

Let's just say it wasn't only the arms that were thr trouble.

Dabi had this smirk all day while you stared at him like "had your fun?" "Pretty much, he cried like a bitch"

Who told you were his body guard and who told you that he allowed this?

You two had a very long fight due to this since he is a prideful bastard AND doesn't want you getting hurt over ANY circumstances

You gained this tittle by men of the hassaikai, pops and people from outside, not by him since he freaks out every single time you push him out of the dangerous zone to prevent him from getting a injury.

He scolds every single time but you only hold his face gently and whisper that he needs to be carefully since he is a target for many and that you just want to protect him like he does to you.

Cue this sociopath blushing at this.

He allows it, but he ends up also being allert to his surroundings because of you.

He literally has subordinates to use as a shield so he doesn't yet see the appeal of you being his body guard.

After so long he provides you witha iconic (yet somehow beautiful??) Plague mask of your favorite color, meaning you were an official member of the hassaikai workers despite his distaste of it.

Instead of patching up, he insist on using his quirk to not damage your skin since in his mind is his fault you got this so he is the one responsible to fix it later.

He is so gentle while doing though he is cursing you for being so reckless and that he can protect himself?? You have heart eyes while looking at him (cue I see this dynamic like Mikasa and Eren but shush)

One time you got literally shot on your butt and he couldn't stop chuckling for the whole day as you glared holes into him for laughing so damn boldly while he was the one who was almost shot.

What? He is an asshole still what did you expect? It was quite hilarious though seeing him with both hands cupping your bum, overhauling the injury, while he blushed crimson red.

Looks like the tables were turned.

[microscotch]

“I don’t really know what to think anymore. Maxxx is a great guy but he’s so possessive that I just had to make a point, you know?”

“He kinda doesn’t really want to get the message, though...”

-“How about a little exxxtra spice 🔥🔥🔥??”

- “AND TRUST ME, I FRICKIN’ CRUSHED IT THIS MORNING, RIGHT IN FRONT OF MAXXX’S EYES! I’D BE SURPRISED IF SHE’S STILL ABLE TO WA-.”

- “Dude, I SO don’t want to hear about your d-game.” 

“I don’t trust either of them. One day Roz acts all morally superior just ‘cause I was close to crashing my UFO into this hoard of degenerates, and now he brags TO ME about stealing another guy’s girl. Or maybe going for April’s implant ass is his way of dealing with me turning down his hatefuck offer? Whatever complex this qualifies as.”

-”WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING??”

-”Keeping my eyes on your fake ass, literally and figuratively.”

-”Excuse me??? First, there’s nothing fake about daily pilates with Misty Waters. Second, not into girls and third, DON’T STALK ME WHILE YOU’RE TAKING A DUMP.”

“Actually, I just wanted to piss her off.”

-“Drop that hairy piece of filth and be with me, April! We look so much hotter together, plus you can be the no name bimbo breaking my heart in all my music videos once my career really takes off!”

-”Oooo when you put it that way...”

“Maxxx really does know how to charm a girl. Who knows, maybe we truly are meant to be together after all. I mean, if he didn’t care about me, he’d just be looking for another girl as we speak.”

-“Damn April, I gotta give it to you, you really are outdoing everyone in this house!”

-”Embarrassingly low bar, let’s all be honest - I mean, Watcher, I just wasn’t sure about what I wanted. :( ”

-”Pfft, not hard when she’s living with both douchebags.”

-”Jealous much, desert queen Isabella?”

-”I just have class and don’t take every available opportunity because I’m cheap. All that talk about me having dated over 25 football players are just cruel lies!”

-”I haven’t heard anyone talk about it on here besides you-”

-“ALL. THAT. TALK.”

- Um, well, speaking of looking cheap, where’s Angie?”

“Look, the last day really SUCKED for me and I’m just trying to distract myself from the fact the guy of my dreams chose some bimbo who immediately cheated on him over me.”

“Angie is coming into the living room and all of the sudden starts tickling me. Just like the girls during my bartending days, you haven’t spoken a word to me before, neither when I pulled out a BuzzFeed article from 2017 featuring SimNation’s top 50 worst pick-up lines, or when I asked her for a mint to get the taste of vomit out of my mouth yesterday. Just now when you’re lonely and desperate - I suddenly exist!”

-”Get your claws away from me you freak!”

-”Did YOU OUT OF EVERYONE just call me a freak??? And who put that horrid music on, sounds like 8th graders during band rehearsal after discovering MySpace.”

-”You mean my mixtape I’m aggressively dancing to??”

-”WHAT? NO MAXXX, NEVER!!!! YOUR MUSIC CANNOT BE DESCRIBED IN WORDS!!”

-”Cabs are here!”

“I’m meeting up with this girl I ran into at the club yesterday. I just knew the moment I saw her she was something special... reminds me, should ask for her name again.”

“So everyone is having a good time, we’re dancing, it’s great. And suddenly, out of nowhere...she kisses me.”

-“Oh baby, I couldn’t be more turned on by you than right now, in your sweat stained maxis tracksuit.”

-”Let’s take this somewhere more private, shall we? ;)”

“Maxxx and I need to figure out where we’re at. If we really are ready for a relationship together.”

-“April, I love you, but honestly I think only I deserve you, so I’m ready for this relationship thing if that means I won’t be seeing you near these out of your league morons ever again. It’s unbearably insulting to my looks and charm seeing what the guys you decided are my actual competition look like.”

-“Your face looks just like the Sector 6 aliens I would sometimes see on vacation at Sector 8, so grotesquely deformed I always used to wonder how their organs were even remotely working... say, what do you do for a living?”

“Maybe it was the amount of bubbles clouding her judgment or something, but as much as I can’t stand the girl, this was honestly sad to watch.”

-”Performing human experimentation. But my wife and I are certainly not opposed to extending our selection of interesting subjects.”

-”I mean, yeah, it doesn’t have to be a two-men show but that’s one weird metaphor.”

-“It’s official, these clownshows are dating now. But they’re gonna break up so fucking fast, trust me.”

-“I hate them so much.”

“Angie is my only friend in this house, so obviously I had to let her know about everything I just saw. So pathetic.”

-“Maxxx, can I maybe talk to you for a sec?”

-”Angie, look, you’re a nice girl and will surely find someone, but Maxxx doesn’t want anything from you.”

-”NOT THE THIRD PERSON THING AGAIN, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME??”

“It was going great, the girl and I relocated to the hot tub and then... suddenly I see everything flashing white! I just thought “Wow, must be the best woohoo I ever had.” ‘til I realize...”

“I almost died, would you think this chick even moved a muscle? She just sat there grinning, like she was enjoying it. So no idea if we’re dealing with an actual succubus or if she’s just got some crazy fetish.”

“And that’s not even the worst thing that happened.”

-“CRAP!”

-”Crap indeed.”

[shmowder]

That's good info to know about your requests! I'm happy that general rqs won't be a problem because that's all my brain wants to come up with 😅

Thank you for the Stardew compliment :] I'm just about done with Spring year 1 and I blew all my money on the backpack upgrades (got lucky and grew a giant cauliflower!), and I'm constantly low on energy and running out of time to do things. Somehow this is reminding me of Pathologic 2 now, lol. I know that's typical of the early game. Still, it's comforting to know that other than a cutscene or two, there's nothing really missable as long as you have the patience to wait for the seasons to roll around again. Btw. The secret to getting to the lower floors in the mines quickly and without combat is to craft a bunch of staircases ;)

Anyway! I took a scroll through your whole blog and I must say the Daniil & Artemy treating the reader's "hysteria" concept? Inspired. Chefs kiss ✨

Who are your favorite adult characters in P2? Mine are Aglaya, Yulia, and Victor. Not that I can explain why but Yulia and Victor were the ones I was running around town like crazy trying to make sure they didn't die (along with most of the kids). Tmi time, I'm not often interested in men but I LOVE that sad old man.

I like Artemy and his little circle of old friends, too. Feel free to infodump, or not, if you want to ^^

🐿️ anon

Between all the Pathologic characters, I feel like only a handful would thrive as Stardew Valley farmers.

Daniil would want to replace Harvey's position since day one and never grow a single crop in his life.

Clara would depend on lucky drops, trash can dives and blackmailing Mayor Lewis about the gold statue money embezzlement fiasco to earn a living wage only for her twin to put his purple shorts in the soup pot during luau

Artemy would thrive there, I feel it in my bones. He would build a pretty good self-watering potato farm with a cow penhouse or two. Sticky and Murky would enjoy the Valley too, especially with all the supernatural things hidden around they can find.

And oh stairs in the mines! That explains why I progressed at the pace of a slug each day. I just raw dogged it each time and got my ass beaten only to grumbly go fish instead to unwind.

The thing with Stardew Valley is that there is no race against time so much but the limited Stamina and all the possible ways to upgrade and improve little by little each day makes it a game where the antagonist is your own ego. Or at least in my case, because I refused to use sprinklers that weren't iridum since what was the point!! But also, I finished an entire year without getting much iridium, so I was pretty desperate and burnt out from can watering every day by the time I did unlock them. Or how the npcs friendship depelates each day and it felt like such a personal insult to me to not have everyone like me so much at all times that I chased them every single day to talk and avoid friendship depletion.

I made Stardew Valley my own living hell by my own hands thanks to the stubborn human ego. Water by can everyday, chase down and talk to 30+ people everyday, only have enough time to progress 4 levels down in the mine before dying on the said 4th then rage quitting the game and reinstalling league like a normal person. If I'm going to get fucked by a game I rather it be my own teammates bending me over.

ANYWAY.

No I'm not finished.

Do you think Victor would do good in Stardew Valley? Not as a farmer but like as an npc. Oh god, can you even imagine what the kains would do to that town, I almost feel bad... almost. They'd perform all kinds of experiments to test the limit of that reality. They'd bother the wizard to work for them and lock the immortal farmer in some basement to find out just how they achieved the immortality.

He'd probably easily get people to follow him and rope the young adults into some utopian cult like he does in pathologic.

Yulia might chill there, becomes Gunther's roommate, visit the beach occasionally, and befriend Elliott and Leah. Yeah, I see Yulia getting happier in that town. Except for the occasional fits of saying ominous fate predictions she made about the villagers' future, to their face.

Aglaya would guillotine Mayor Lewis the second she steps a foot off of that train and into the town. And don't we love her for that!! My wife <33333

Okay now I am finished!

Hmm... My favourite adults. They're practically the same as yours, Aglaya, Victor, and Yulia. Oh, I really like Isidor too despite all the uh... non-fun things he has done.

I loved Aglaya even before the whole romance thing with Artemy which took me by complete surprise because I never expected to find romance in Pathologic of all things! Sure I knew about Daniil and Eva but thought they were a one off special case where it's mostly implied than obviously stated?

Then comes Aglaya, swinging and throwing you off your rhythm. You meet her and think, "Oh god, not another crazy person who talks sophisticated p throw-up nonsense and pretends its high-brow philosophy."

*Cough* The kains!!! *cough*

Like I absolutely did not care for her before meeting her. I didn't know her, and the cutscenes in the theatre about her the night prior felt like they were tying too hard to make me afraid of her. And I think they could've worked if approached differently. Only after meeting her and being faced with her brash brutal dialogue that I fell in love.

The biggest threat she resembled was death, and as a player, you know you have death immunity because who else would play the game, huh? So you never feel the need to tiptoe around despite her holding the power to immediately order your hanging outside.

I knew I was never going to die, so I never was careful with Aglaya. Although seeing that one cutscene of people lining up against the wall the day she arrives did make me feel a bit uneasy, especially with both Daniil and Clara there too looking almost intimidated.

The build-up to her reveal is so amazing. They show you the unmoveable power pillars of this town absolutely losing their marbles at her arrival. The same people who tried to manipulate you blatantly or never bothered to give you the time of the day were terrified to their core.

I don't think any other character gets as much reveal build up and theatrics about her like Aglaya. No other character in pathologic could cause the same stirr, could make the Kains, Saburovs and Olgimsky running around like headless chickens.

In P2, how worried everyone was when lining up outside the church to take turns and await their judgement. How it's the only time you ever see the stamatin twins out of their usual spots, the so proclaimed absolute freedom enthusiasts actually walking by their own feet to the inquisitor and follow direct orders! IT'S A CIRCUS SHOW!

Or the fact she literally puts up a hanging station right in front of the crucible, the kains' resident! The one family so obsessed with immortality and preservation are faced with the grim reality of not only death but being hanged to death by her, being killed, and put to display for everyone to see. Knowing she has the power to order their execution at any time.

What a power move of her.

AND IN FRONT OF THE POLYHEDRON TOO! Nine total nooses awaiting them. It's a direct threat she places in front of them with a clear message, behave or else.

You witness usually collected and rational Kains, the powerful leaders of this town, terrified to their core that day.

Georgiy isn't in his workshop like usual, he is standing outside to look at the symbol of death in the face.

Much like dads stand in the streets with their hands crossed to watch the aftermath of a car crash, except he is looking at the future with the implications it could be his very own car that ends up there.

He doesn't even talk to you, he's just staring. Dread sinking into his stomach as he watches the people walking in nervously before exiting the cathedral with their mind broken or tears streaming down their face.

The inquisition is absolutely terrifying. Especially when you consider how Nina on her own made the whole town walk on eggshells, how Aglaya's her sister.

Talking about Nina, guess who's portrait Victor sits on the floor in front of after seeing the hearing ropes outside.

Well...not her. I thought this painting was of Nina Kaina but apparently it's Maria's concept art which is kinda sweet.

BABY BOY IS HUGGING HIS KNEES

You talk to him and the first thing he talks about is the church and why they built it. How it distributes times to the clocks throughout the town.

How Aglaya's presence there is clearly affecting time and making it go faster, and yet Victor doesn't dare say a thing.

God, I love Aglaya. No one else could compare the aura of absolute power she is dripping with, the heavy presence she instils into the church. The walk up to her standing in front of a throne in P1.

There is also another scene where the executioners literally bow down to her as she arrives into town

While in P2, that imagery is replaced by her standing behind the gaint swinging pendulum of the church clock. It almost looks like a saw threatening to cut your neck off as you cautiously walk under it to reach her.

She arrives at the prime of conflict and plague, immediately gets down to business and stays awake for three whole days just to absorb as much information as she possibly can. She forcefully moves the plot along, opens the factories and pulls all the short strings of lies to expose them.

Not to mention how utterly massive the church is, it has three floors you can climb up to and even save your game in. Yet not a single soul is in there except Aglaya who easily fills up this empty structure with her own presence.

You make it past the hanging saw and reach her, only for her back to be kept turned towards you. You get the feeling that you're intruding on someone busy, the same churning of stomach you feel when you're just a kid nervously knocking on the school principle office and sitffly standing to the side, waiting for her to finish the paperwork before giving you permission to talk.

It's nerve-wracking how calm she is. If you cross her as the player, she immediately calls you out and reminds you who she is. Just who do you think you're talking to with that tone?

She is truly a mother's doll. The discipline, the respect she demands, the way you find yourself answering to her without question or second thought. She gives and orders, and it's carried immediately, no buts, no arguing and no talking back.

In a way, she does bring justice to Farkhad without being aware of it. He's been killed long ago by the Stamatin twins, or at least that's major theory, and he's the one who made the church. How fitting it is for the person who wants to destroy the polyhedron as revenge for her sister to seek shelter in the same church of his making.

As a final note, the inquisition symbol "the steel heart" greatly looks like her.

This is Aglaya Lilich. This symbol is absolutely how the entire world views her. A heart of steel and a frost dagger of a stare. You look at this and immediately understand you are in trouble. You made a mistake, and you must get punished for your sins. For your betrayal.

The top part reminds me of steppe symbols and sigils, it almost looks like Samn the circle of life.

She is always depicted as above people, as your greatest nightmare and investable demise.

-

I planned on talking about Victor and Yulia too but Aglaya stole the show and honestly I can't blame her.

Since they are your favourite characters however, and mine lmao, I'm very confident that you already get the basics and understand their core concepts.

So instead, I'll talk about the small easy-to-miss details I've noticed about them!

Starting with Victor, he is actually a very loving parent. He admits to missing Caspar, he has many pictures of Maria hanged around his wing of the crucible both in P1 and P2.

Which is so endearing with how he wants to appear rational and nothing else 90% of the time. How his way of speech is almost mechanical, unlike other characters, it doesn't matter what you say to Victor Kain because he rarely reacts to your words. He is straightforward and is only interested in saying what's on his mind, not in what you have to say about it.

And yet, he openly admits how much he wants his son back, Caspar.

He is one of the people who ordered the tower to be built, this is his life purpose and what's his entire family has been working towards since the beginning.

Yet he can't help but resent it for stealing his son.

Victor still does everything in his power to protect the power, that monster keeping his kid estranged to him, to be a good brother and keep true to his words, to fullfill his promises to his family, to truly build a utopia and change the world.

And it's chipping away at his sanity.

Imagine how he feels seeing Maria grow and lose her sense of being as she transforms into a mistress. As she desperately tries to fill the empty vacuum of space Nina left behind.

How did the father feel watching his little daughter stand in front of a mirror, same one he hanged in her room, trying on her late mother's crown and watching it slip off no matter how desperately she attempts to keep her head held high... But it's just too heavy.

He wanted to tell Caspar to come home, he wants to tell Maria to live her age and not let this town consume her like it did to her mother. But his two brothers keep his hands tied, they told him not to interfer with the kids in the polyhedron, Maria barely listens to him or acknowledges him has a dad, a father yes but not a dad.

In another twist of fate, both him and Aglaya share that habit of telling people to stay quiet for 40 something seconds while they think. They probably both learned it from Nina in the past.

In P1, the crucible design had more space and rooms. It looked like actual people lived there. You can even find Khan's room next to Maria's, you see his untouched furniture and the toys on his shelf, you see the two pairs of wooden practice swords on his desk and wonder if his dad made them for him. A picture is painted before your eyes of a younger Victor teaching a 7 year old Caspar how to hold a sword, how to swing, and how to block.

Did he let his son win? Did he surrendered after they sparred just to see a smile on Khan's face?

In P2, the door to his son's room is blocked.

You don't get to see many traces of Maria's childhood in her room, both in P2 and P1. Like she grew up too fast, or as if she threw out all the evidences of her past to make way for her future, slithering like a snake and wrapping itself around her to suffocate her and call it love, to restraint her and paint it as absolute freedom, to isolate her until all she could hear is the whispering of her mother's corpse from the grave.

It's like he knows he doomed his two kids by bringing them into this world. That they could never be kids once they were born Kains.

That they might not even survive.

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For Yulia, i didn't talk to her much at the start of the game because I was performing an exploit. The game only acknowledge the existence of an npc once you actively talk to them. If you don't, then they aren't considered a possibility yet and can't get infected.

You have two chances to talk to Yulia at the start for flavour text, once at the Olgimskys' balcony and another at the makeshift theatre hospital. Afterwards she forces you to talk to her by sending you a letter to come to the trammel.

Listen- It was one less person to cure/protect from infection and I did what I needed to do. You can do this with Khan too actually, but it does mean failing a side quest and subsequently getting an entire area infected.

It is funny it a way how if you just don't talk to people and do only your main quests, they never get infected.

Wait is the game saying that the player is the actual plague in this situation wait hold on w-

Anyway Yulia! Lesbian Icon. She has a heavy implied relationship with Eva in P1 when Clara is trying to take advantage of Eva to manipulate Yulia into... yk a little trip the underworld. Tho it's only evident in Clara's route? Take my words with a grain of salt, I'm not sure how accurate their relationship was implied in p1.

You don't get any of that in P2, sadly. Or maybe it's just the Haruspex's route? In P1, as Artemy, you literally never have a single reason to talk to her once, not a single quest require her.

The only time I talked to her was like on day 10 or 11 because I was around the area and curious since we haven't even met yet. It was a nice talk, she's very polite and interesting with her words. Ik people like to compare her to Daniil Dankovsky and his obnoxious speeches.

But I think Yulia is a better conversationist than him. She explains herself more than him and doesn't necessarily come of as condcending but only passionate, Daniil talks over you while Yulia talks to you. It feels like she is coming to the conclusion just as she is explaining it to you while Daniil is revising a rehearsed speech he undoubtedly practiced before.

The interesting detial I noticed about her is how she is humble despite meeting all the required qouta to be a utopian. She is a genius through and through, and her ideas about fate and time overlap with the kains. At times, she is willing to put herself in danger just to see an experiment done. even just out of curiosity.

And yet, she is not one of them.

Instead, she is placed within the redemption-seeking sinners and helpless saints. She is in the same shoes as Lara who wants to do good but feels utterly powerless, in the same situation as Rubin who was the best student there ever was and yet none of his effort was ever enough.

Yulia is clearly keeping a secret, some side we aren't shown ingame. An effort to put some worth on a life she deems wasted.

She is gentle with the Haruspex in P2.

Yulia clocks you, Artemy, as someone who thinks with their heart since the start. She admits you will be able to see and understand things most people can't because of that, things she herself can never comprehend.

It's not even a backhanded compliment. Both Yulia and Daniil think with their brain, yet when met by someone driven by heart and emotions like Artemy, Daniil refuses to acknowledge your methods and clings to rationality while Yulia understands how both methods are of importance and to not underestimate you.

By the end, she offers you to be her assistant. You. Someone who doesn't like big words and doesn't know a lick of Latin. She sees great potential in you and is impressed by how you saved the town.

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lmao what was very long. It took a couple of days to write but I enjoy it and it was fun! I wanted to include more pictures but alas the pictures limit in a single post is cruel.

I hope you enjoyed reading it! I'm unsure of how much to explore when it comes to each character in these posts because what if I'm just retelling something you already know?

On the other side, what if I go too niche and the reader can't relate or understand what I'm saying? Honestly it's headache inducing. I haven't been feeling well lately, life and all.

But there is beauty in creation and in talking about details in other's creations! So many games and stories have such thoughtfull details and subtle notes put into them, I adore digging for symbolism wherever I can find it. I feel like a detective hehe.

I hope your day is going well <3 I was thinking lately about how much I like the emoji you chose for your anon. Mostly because I saw a truly mind-boggling anon emoji choice in another blog- So bad I almost thought they were trolling- but they weren't.

Meanwhile a squirrel is literally amazing! What a great choice! Now I just imagine a tiny squirrel coming in my inbox leaving letters and eating the peanuts I leave Aaaa my heart <3333

[plush-rabbit]

Frozen Knuckles

Request: Its a cold night at the lov, reader is freezing their ass off, bones stiff causing aches, Dabi comes into their room saying that he could hear the readers teeth chattering from his room, /them already having a flirty relationship prior/ and he 'makes' them snuggle up to him for warmth.

Holding the readers hands in his, to his chest, kissing their poor frozen knuckles♡

/Its cold and my knuckles are not having a good time =3= hope youre staying warm tho ^^

Word Count: 2.4K

A/N: it’s cold in texas and i am not a fan (it still is, im sorry its late but things came up!!)

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You’re curled up, blankets that are much too thin are clutched in your hands, pulled and tucked under your nose, the soft point of it burying into the fabric. The rain makes it all that much colder, pattering against the window taped with empty garbage bags that let in a chill ghost of the wind. You have to clench your jaw to stop the chattering of your teeth, yet the pressure makes your jaw ache.

There’s such a vivid thought of you getting up and walking to a different section of the abandoned house, but you were the one who fell asleep. It’d be just like you to choose the room with a broken window. You’re unsure which of the other rooms are available and while you enjoy the League, you know most of them don’t take kindly to being woken up. Twisting and turning in your bed, you wonder if the others are just as cold as you are. Spinner for sure, you think to yourself, pulling your body closer to yourself, curling until you can no longer. Sako must have some sort of heater compacted into marble and if he doesn’t, you’re going to make sure that you tell him to start hoarding some.

Goosebumps rise over your skin, making it uncomfortable and prickly, your face nipped with cold and fingers much too stiff to unfurl themselves from the blanket. You sniffle, trying to think of something warm, trying to plead that maybe even the thought of warmth would suffice. You can hear the doorknob turn, the lock undoing and splintered wood creaking in the silence of the room. You open your eyes, your lips stuck in a way that reminds you that they are too dry. Lifting your head inches off the pillow, you can vaguely make out Dabi’s figure.

“Hey there hot stuff-” you try to play it cool, but the chattering of your teeth makes your words come out all shaky- “what’s up?”

The door closes behind him and you can see his eyes in a brief flash of lighting that illuminates all of him. They’re narrowed, staring down at your pathetically bundled up form with nothing more than an annoyed look. “What’s up is that I can hear you from the room next over.” He jerks his head and you frown, the tips of your ears feel sharp as you flush in embarrassment. He looks around the room, his steps heavy and when you look down, you see that he’s still wearing his shoes.

“You’re not wearing your night clothes?” You mumble, curling back up in bed, your body forgetting for a moment that you’re cold. “You just got here? Or uh, you going somewhere?” Desperate to make conversation, you keep it going, the distraction enough for you to focus on anything other than your chilling body.

“Had to go out somewhere,” he says, kicking at the floor with the toe of his shoe. His eyes bore into you, a slow, almost bored type of look that makes his face fall and relax, and he seems and looks so much softer. “I came back and when I passed your room, all I could hear was you shivering.” Dabi turns his head and when he spots the busted window. “Ha,” he scoffs with a hint of cheekiness, “it’d be just your luck to get the room with the broken window.” He looks back at you, walking closer until he’s at the edge of your bed. “How cold are you?”

You frown. “Very,” you say in a soft voice. “I think I might actually get frostbite or something.” he remains silent and you pout. “It’d be nice if there was maybe a fire that I could use to keep warm,” you trail your words off, sigh loudly and slumping your shoulders. You look up at him, bringing the blankets closer tucked under your chin. He scoffs, and there’s a hint of a smile that tilts his lips. “Come on, please. Don’t make me beg for it. I’m already losing feelings in my hands,” you whine.

“Whatever.” he walks closer to you, kicking his shoes off and pulling the covers. A chill runs through your body and you curl further into yourself until he comes in beside you, covering you back up. He rests beside you, his hands moving under the covers, grabbing at your shirt, clutching it tight, till you are close to him. His knuckles graze along a small sliver of skin, the soft skin of your stomach cold and rising with goosebumps at the touch. He hisses a curse under his breath. “How long have you been cold?”

“A while,” you say, trying to make it sound like it’s not a big deal even though you chatter between your teeth.

His body is warm, and there’s a scent of smoke that comes from him, flesh and smoke and deep mahogany, and he’s so warm. The white shirt is dirtied, something dark clinging to the edge, something red splattered at the sides that’s hidden by his jacket. His pants are warm, dark and faded, frayed and soft, as your legs move to intertwine with his. He smells like death, quite literal death that makes it difficult to breathe, but it’s addicting and you wonder if this is what nicotine is like, something so painful to fill your chest, but so addicting that you can’t help but wonder and miss the pain in your chest, to feel the fumes swell in your chest and cloud your senses till the taste remains, seared onto your tongue.

“Where were you?” Your hands played with the openness of the jacket, feeling the rough texture scratch against the pads of your fingers. “You smell like fire.”

“Did you forget my quirk?” It’s almost teasing, and maybe you could have thought that it was if it wasn’t for the way that he remains stiff, still clinging onto your shirt, and not to you.

You hum in response. “Different type of fire.” The first knuckle of your finger traces along the white of his shirt, following a line that you know all too well, feeling the grooves of the metal that keeps him together. You feel no difference. “You’re okay?”

Finally his hands start to move, they curve over the side of your stomach and you turn away, his hand lifting and falling back down as your back faces him. He doesn’t answer you and you feel his hand curve right under your chest, pressing to your ribs. His movements are slow, tapping against your body and something stirs inside of you. It bubbles and makes acid rise to the back of your throat. You dread what will come from it, you dread how you still seek him out and how he knows just when to find you.

“Remind me again why you’re here,” you ask, grabbing his hand and bringing it up to your lips.

“Because you were cold,” he says, responding without missing a beat, the answer so simple to him.

“In the League. Why’d you join the League again?” You reiterate, his index jumping lightly and knocking against your upper lip.

“I can ask you the same thing. Don’t think I’ve ever gotten a clear answer from you,” he starts, his hand curving around your cheek, keeping you close to him. His hand falls slightly and you stare at it. His scars creep ever closer, reaching for the tips of his fingers, arching and jagged, skin so rough that it scratches against your lips. You press a kiss onto the hand, the texture such a new sensation with every kiss. He huffs and you stare at the wall, the crooked, bumpy surface, cracking and decaying before your eyes and in this old building, where the chill runs deep, you are warm and held. “Yeah, well,” and he trails off, not knowing exactly what to say and leaving the conversation up to you.

You’d like to say that you know him, that you and Dabi are friends at the very most, that his playful attempts of flirting are just that, and you wish there was something more to that than just being playful, but you also have to be realistic. The truth is, you don’t know whatsoever. You don’t know his real name, you don’t know his favorite color, you don’t know why he keeps pushing people away, trying to keep them as faceless as possible, but you so badly want to know. You want to know him better. At the very least, you’d like to think you two are friends, that he wouldn’t do just this with anyone. That you have to be special to him. The thought of being another faceless figure in his life makes acid itch at your throat. You’re worried that perhaps you might have pushed his boundaries, but his arms are still around you, so he’s still here with you.

His hands move slightly, dancing around the hem of your shirt and it’s so mindless, a repeating pattern that doesn’t stop or falter, and you’d bet that he has no idea what he’s doing. His breath is warm against the back of your neck- deep and slow, and you’d think he’d be asleep if it weren’t for the slow movements of his hands.

“I’ve told you before,” he starts, his voice low, but not quite a whisper, “I’m just following Stain’s ideals.” You frown. “You might not like it, but it’s true. I’ve got no other motives other than that.”

You press your head deeper into the thin pillow, the mattress turdy underneath the both of you. “It’s just-” his hands stop playing with your shirt and you regret what you’re about to say- “sometimes it doesn’t feel like that. It feels like you’re waiting for something. Like you’re this- this weird calm before the storm and every so often I feel,” you hesitate, your legs kicking softly under the covers, “I feel scared.” You open your mouth, and his hands curl, fingers drawing close over your stomach, your shirt slightly ruffled and his pinky scratching against your soft skin.

“So now I scare you?” You can hear the controlled venom under his voice. “Is that it?” Then why the fuck am I here.” His hands pull and drag, and you clasp yours over his. “Cause I’m not fanboy like lizard over there-”

“I get scared for you.” You correct, hissing and emphasizing that it isn’t him that you’re scared of, but it’s for him. You rise, coming to a sitting position, the cold air chilling your warm skin. “I think that someday, you just won’t be here.” You hold on tightly to him, fearing that he’ll vanish right here and now. “I don’t not want you to be here. I want you to see what we’ll all do. What we can all accomplish together.” You let go of his hands and his stay still. “Sometimes I feel like I don’t know you,” you admit, fingers twisting in the blanket.

“You do,” Dabi finally says, curving his hand over the soft swell of your tummy. “You know me better than the others. What? You think I do this with everyone?” You can hear the smile in his voice and it’s a relief to hear something softer than the other tone. His nose brushes along the back of your head and you can feel the press of his lips against the back of your head, a hand falling underneath your shirt. “Come on,” he says in a soft voice, “get back in bed. You’ll get cold again.” You stare at him, the frown still present but it’s crinkled with concern. He clicks his tongue and his hands float to tug lightly at your forearms. “Come on. I don’t-” his eyes shift and his tone shifts, whatever he was going to say, is lost- “Get under the covers.”

He looks at you, and you finally give in, falling to rest underneath the covers, now facing him, and his hands squirms between the two of you to grab your cold hands. They’re put between his chest and yours, his calloused fingertips running over your knuckles. You’re tired, eyes heavy and it is much too difficult to think.

You can feel his gaze heavy on you, unwavering and focused on how you react with every movement that he makes, no matter how small. He dips his head down and his lips linger where your hairline starts. He doesn’t make a kissing sound, only a simple press that he ends by pulling away. His hand lifts yours, and his lips trace over and bump against your knuckles, the chill burning against his lips and the warmth providing comfort until he pulls away. He mumbles under his breath something intelligible, placing your hand just beneath where his scars start to curve over his body.

“I hate the cold,” you murmur, your legs moving and entangling with his. You press yourself closer to him and he welcomes it, shifting to make you more comfortable.

“Yeah,” he breathes out, “I do too,” and Dabi almost sounds wistful when he says it, his voice sounding far away. “All that talking finally weird you out, huh?” He teases, and it’s so clear that he wants to continue talking, that he just wants something more right now. You hum, pressing further into him, hands falling and so heavy that you can’t help but rest your weight against him. “Fine, just go to sleep.” His arms hold you close, and the wind howls outside, high pitched that makes the trees whistle. His hands never leave you, they change and shift, but he’s always on you, holding you and keeping you close to him. His nose brushes along your temple, tracing upwards in a line until his lips press like a phantom onto your forehead, kissing you softly and pulling away. His fingers tighten around your shirt, twisting into the fabric, his eyes heavy on the wall you stared at not too long ago and his skin burns from the warmth and the cold, and his only solace is that you are pressed to him, asleep and warm, needing him more than you would ever need anyone or anything else. The same sentence follows him, his fire burns and consumes him from inside, out; and yet, he’s here in a building, holding you and stuck in clothing that is sullied beyond repair.

[mha-princess]

Canon Dabi x insecure reader where she’s insecure about her body since she’s not thin. She voices it to him after seeing a pretty and smaller girl flirt with him, and he shows her how much he cares for her? NSFW pls! Thank u!

stop your whining [dabi x fem!reader]

A/N: I didn’t proof this so bc I really wanted to post today also I’ll be posting my 1k event soon! - Anako ✿

Genre: canon-verse, smut, drabble

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warning: unprotected sex, breeding, degradation

You continue to twirl on the bar stool, your attention long adverted from the chatter dispersed around you. It wasn’t an uncommon for you to tune out of the league’s conversations, especially when the topic was new recruits. New female recruits. To be honest you didn’t think new recruits within the group was necessary, but then again it wasn’t your call. You rolled your eyes at the thought and let yourself tune into the girl riding Shigaraki’s dick, desperate to receive a compliment.

“I really admire your ideologies. I’m willing to follow through with any task given. Any task given.” She enunciates, taking a step closer towards both Dabi and Shigaraki. Her small stature made her seem sweet, cute even, but her eyes had mischievous intent. The two men glance at eachother exchanging an understanding look before, looking back to the girl.

“Thank you for your interest. We look forward to your loyalty. Kurogiri be a gent and show her out.” Shigaraki, responds.

The girl grins as if she just had an interview and was sure she got the job. As Kurogiri shows her out you watch her sway her hips, the skirt she’s wearing a little less than admiring. After Kurogiri is out of sight you sigh in relief.

“Thank god that’s over. Fucking groupies, this is getting old.” You sigh raising from the bar stool.

“Her quirk will be of use to us.” Dabi shrugs.

“Shapeshifting? Tch, isn’t that what we have Toga for?”

“You think I’d drink animal blood?! Gross Y/N!” The blonde exclaims, partially offended.

“Wouldn’t put it past you babe.” You shrug, “I’d rather you be able to do both that way we don’t have some groupie in the league.”

“Why so judegmental now Y/N? Aren’t you all about giving people chances and bullshit like that?” Dabi snarks, shoving his handing into his pockets.

“Not skanks,” you reply, “Well, maybe she didn’t come off as a skank to you seeing as you were pretty friendly.”

“Jealousy is fucking ugly on you.” Shigaraki rasps, opting to leave the room with the others rather than hear you bicker with the black haired male.

“Jealous? The hell is there to be jealous about?!” You shout, the leader sending you the finger before leaving.

“Shigaraki’s right.” Dabi agrees, beginning to stroll away to his room, “It’s also a huge turn off.”

“Turn off ? It’s not like I ever turned you on. You’d rather the skimpy skinny bitch, right? She seems more your type.” Dabi stops to turn around to face you.

The expression on his face was unreadable but the aura he was emitting was deadly. He then inches toward you causing you to take little steps back.

“Y/N.” Is all he says and you stop right where you are. As he closes the space between you he grabs your arm, the force of his fingertips crushing into your muscle.

“The room. Now.” He grits, shoving you in front of him.

“Don’t fucking shove me. Better yet keep your hands off of me. ” You mumbled, making your way down the hall.

When you enter the room Dabi slams the door behind you.

“So fucking unnecessary,” you voice, back turned to him.

“No, your fucking unnecessary. And fucking look at me when I’m talking to you.” He demands gripping your shoulder and flipping you around.

“Didn’t I say to keep you damn hands off of me?!” You hiss, pushing his hands off of you. Dabi, refutes by taking a death hold on your waist, pushing you into the foot of the bed. His hands grip tighter and eventually your sides begin to run hot, the smell of singed clothing flooding the air.

He draws closer to your face, he gets so close you can feel his breath ghost over your lips, “Now listen you fucking brat, I don’t know what your problem is but you better fix that shit real fast. I don’t like to play with bratty bitches.”

“Your the bratty bitch,” you bark. Dabi’s lips draw together before he pushes you over the footboard and onto the bed. He then climbs inbetween your legs and loops his fingers around what’s left of your belt loops.

“You can either tell me what your problem is now or you can wait until my cock is rupturing your fucking cervix. ” he offers, pulling your pants off along with your underwear.

“Do your worst, bitch.” You spit.

Now I know it seems like that was a badass move, but it was a bad decision to say the least. Dabi was never a gentle lover and now that you’ve pissed him off, he definitely wasn’t going to take and precautions. You were being a bitch and if the only way to fix that is fucking you, then so be it.

Without any care he yanks you up and takes off the remainder of your clothing. Your lips purse into a thin line, the feisty part in you wanting to say something, but with the mood you had put him in you knew better. In one motion your back hits the mattress once more.

The male on top of you doesn’t even bother stripping from his clothing. You watch as he undoes his zipper and shimmies his pants below his hips. He sucks air into his mouth before pushing it out causing spit to fly onto your slit as well as his cock.

He then grabs the back of your knees, his fingertips still hot from the incident earlier, and throws them onto his shoulders.

“Don’t open your mouth until your ready to tell me what the hell is wrong with you,” and with that remark he plunges the whole of his cock into your pussy. You let out a shaky gasp which is quickly met by a hand around your throat.

“Not a fucking peep.” The male urges, drawing out of your folds before thrusting back in. He slams his hips into yours hard enough to send you moving forward on the mattress. The sheets beneath you losing there stability. Your pussy clenches around his length in an attempt to lessen the impact of his thrusts.

“Stop clenching. Your gonna rip my dick off,” he growls, and it sends chills through out your body. Dabi had such a disgusting mouth, vial even, but in the end it’s only added to your pleasure. The pleasure which you couldn’t admit you were indulging in. The thought of Dabi fucking you with no mercy only made you want to piss him off more.

Your voice ached to be heard as he continued to fuck your greedy pussy. The sounds of slapping and low distasteful grunts echoed off the hollow walls as he continued to reek havoc on your slit. The closer he got to cumming the closer he neared your cervix.

“You know what? Your fucking cute like this. Being a stubborn fucking brat. Making me fuck you just to get you to act right.”

Cute? Through the rough pleasure that you were feeling that word made something burn inside you.

“Cute? You don’t think I’m fucking cute.” You wither through labored breaths. He takes the pressure off of your neck, interested in trying to hear you explain yourself as he pounds your cunt.

“And why wouldn’t I think your cute, mm?”

“Because you were into that thin bitch. Talking to her, grinning at her. Bet you couldn’t wait until I left so you could fuck her.”

“If I wanted to fuck her I would’ve fucked her. But here I am balls fucking deep in my cunt. In the pussy that belongs to me.” His vulgar words, spark a heat in your tummy, leaving your insides twitching.

“So that’s what the attitude was for? Because you thought I wanted to fuck some rando?” He chuckles before taking the back of your thighs into his hands. He then pushes them back as far as they can go before pulling the length of his cock out, leaving only the tip. Your hand scrambles to meet his stomach but by the time your fingers meet his skin he’s already eight inches deep in your pussy. The head of his cock kissing your cervix.

“Dabi!” You cry out, your toes curling as he slams the weight of himself into you. The boy leans down and places a tart kiss on the shell of your ear.

“So pretty when you cry out like that.” You whimper at his words and weakly shove at his chest.

“Take some out. I told you what was wrong.” A feeble whine lacing your tone.

“I know that’s what we agreed on but your sucking me in. I couldn’t pull some out if I tried.” He whispers, dragging his tongue up your ear. You groaned, squirming under him it was as if he just kept adding inches. Nevertheless the pain you felt was something you were use to, something that you only used to add to your pleasure.

“Gonna cum.” You cry out as he rhythmically fills you up, his cock crashing against your womb again and again. You feel you thighs tremble as your body locks up around him. Your hands slam down gripping the sheets as your orgasm courses through your body. Dabi moves his mouth to kiss you as he lets his own orgasm spill into you. Once you regain your breath you lazily push him off of you.

“Heavy.” You mumble, grabbing the sheets to cover yours self, but before you can pull them over your chest they’re ripped from your hands.

“Don’t.” He demands, letting his hand trail up and down your lower abdomen as he lays he head on your chest, “Let me rub here. It’s cute.”

“Stop calling me cute.” You say rolling your eyes.

“But that’s what you are. Your a damn brat as well but your beautiful, perfect body, perfect smile. It warms my shallow ass heart.” You fluster at his words as he continues his actions.

“Dabi don’t say-.”

“Will you be quiet?” he sighs, “I love you. Your perfect. I wouldn’t dare think of another girl so stop your whining.” You obey and entangle your hand in his hair .

Nothing else needed to be said on your part or his. You were aware of you over exaggeration of the situation and you were glad you had a boyfriend who cared enough to hear you out, even if it was after destroying your cervix.

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[mickey-henry]

𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: bucky’s been flirting with you, but hasn’t taken it further than that. frustrated, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: occasional swearing (but not much) and frustrating flirting (I’d be melting if it was happening to me). besides that, this fic is pure fluffy fun.

author’s note: hello there! this is my second fic; I’m very excited to post it! I found the header image here, and if you want to listen to the song I reference in this fic, you can listen here. bold text indicates singing, while italicized text refers to inner thoughts. likes, reblogs, messages, replies, and comments are cherished! I hope you like it! 💖

Bucky Barnes is an acquaintance at best. The two of you rarely work together, and with conflicting schedules, you see little of each other around the compound. On a random Friday in April, however, something changes in you. The moment is nothing out of the ordinary. You’re sitting on the couch in the main living space, re-reading one of your favorite books. Bucky has just returned from a mission; you glance up to see his exhausted expression. He catches your eye, winking with a smile, before walking to his room. Your heart flutters and your head freezes at the response. “Oh, no,” you think to yourself. “Maybe that was a one-time thing? I don’t actually like him, right?” Wrong. 

Ever since that night, the mere presence of Bucky Barnes drives you crazy: his stunning blue eyes that squint ever so slightly when he smiles, his adorable nose that crinkles when he laughs, his pillowy lips that you lose yourself in, his  fluffy hair you can’t help but imagine running your fingers through, his scruff speckled jawline that you wish would brush along your hands, cheeks, anywhere really. He occupies your dreams; you can’t escape this man even if you try. Today, he drives you crazier than usual. He stands in the compound's kitchen in a tight black t-shirt, one that leaves nothing to the imagination. This is the first time you’ve seen him in short sleeves, in anything other than tactical gear. You can’t help but stare as he prepares his lunch. The shirt hugs his frame tight, accentuating his biceps that had no right to be that big. “Gosh, he must spend hours in the gym to look like that.” You then notice the vein in his right arm protruding from his skin, tracing it with your eyes. You didn’t think he could become any more beautiful, but here he is before you, incredible as ever. 

You’re pulled from your reverie when Bucky calls your name. “Yeah?” you reply, barely masking the startled stutter in your voice.

“Pass me the salt?”

“Oh! Sure, of course,” you muster, taking a sip of water from the glass in front of you as you hand him the salt shaker. 

“Thanks, doll,” he flirts with a smile, the same one he gave you that night when he got back to the compound. You nearly choke. “Bucky Barnes called me a term of endearment?!? Holy shit.” Your heart swells and you look down at your glass in a desperate attempt to hide the blush creeping its way across your cheeks. “Goodness gracious, I respond this way from a simple word?” You couldn’t imagine how you’d feel if he touched you. 

It didn’t take long to find out. The following day, you stand in the kitchen prepping your lunch, singing softly along to the song playing from your phone. Bucky appears soon after. He stands close to you for a moment, closer than necessary, but of course you don’t mind. He has just showered; his cologne lingers in the air, intoxicating you. Somehow, you keep singing along, showing no sign that your mind is elsewhere. 

“Ugh, he smells amazing. This man has too much power over me; this is ridiculous! I don’t even remember what I was doing—”

“You have a beautiful voice,” he compliments.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you softly reply, your heart racing at his praise.

“Let me get by you real fast, doll,” he says, moving to walk behind you. 

“There he goes again with the pet name. My god, could this get any worse—” 

He places his hands gently on your hips as he moves beside you. Electricity travels through your whole body; you’re internally screaming at his touch. His hands feel better than you imagined. Even though the contact lasts only a moment, the effects of his touch linger after, leaving you speechless. 

You hear a musical chuckle from the man behind you. “Is he teasing me? It sure feels like it,” you wonder. There is no way that he can’t see the effect he has on you. Before you can even formulate another thought, he touches you again as he moves back to the other side of you. “That was definitely on purpose; certainly he wouldn’t do this by accident. Right?”

Your eyes linger as he finishes putting together his lunch. He catches your gaze and smiles. “See you later, sweetheart,” he says with a wink before leaving the room. “Okay, that answers my question; that was very intentional. What am I going to do with myself?”

You don’t know how much longer you can take his teasing. Throughout the week, he ups his antics, calling you pet names more than your own, stealing touches whenever he can get away with it, smiling whenever you make eye contact. The tension is insatiable; thoughts of Bucky follow you everywhere. You decide to take matters in your own hands; Bucky did not seem to be planning to make a move anytime soon. If he is going to tease the hell out of you, you might as well get some payback. 

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Tony’s announcement of Friday night karaoke gives you a wicked idea. However, for it to work, you need to recruit help. You know just who to ask. It doesn’t take long to find Sam and Steve; they spent a ton of their free time sparring in the gym. They seem to be at the end of their workout, their movements slow and sloppy, relying on witty retorts to throw off the other. They stop when they notice your arrival. 

“Hey!” Sam says with a smile, hugging you as you approach. You squeeze him tightly, even with his sticky sweat coating his arms. You greet Steve with a hug too.

“What brings you to our neck of the woods?” Steve asks as you let go.

“Can I ask you guys something? And you promise you two won’t laugh at me? Especially if I'm reading this wrong?”

“Of course,” answers Steve. 

“Yeah, for sure,” replies Sam. 

You hesitate for a second, taking a deep breath. “Does Bucky like me? I swear he does. He keeps teasing me, and I don’t know how much longer I can take it. I think I am practically in love with the guy at this point, he’s so beautiful and—”

You stop as the boys exchange glances and begin laughing. 

You cross your arms, hurt. “You said you wouldn’t laugh at me! I can’t control how I feel.”

“No! Wait! We aren’t laughing at you!” Steve says between giggles. 

You furrow your brows. “Then why are you laughing?”

“Bucky’s obsessed with you,” Steve answers after calming his laughter. 

“God, yes, you’re all he talks about nowadays,” Sam adds. 

“What?! He does? Why? Are you shitting me right now? Because that would be really freaking mean—“

“No! Of course not,” Steve insists. “Don’t you see the way he looks at you?”

“And the pet names he gives you?” Sam adds.

“And how he can’t seem to keep his hands to himself lately?” Steve finishes. 

Now you feel stupid for even asking. Of course you noticed all of those things. They were all you ever thought about. “Well, yeah, but maybe he does that with all the girls.”

“What girls?” Sam retorted. “The only women who are here often enough to cross paths with him are you, Natasha, and Wanda. Wanda’s with Vision, as weird as that is, but love is love. Natasha shoots daggers at anyone who looks at her with love in their eyes. That leaves you.”

“Why in the world would he like me? Of all people? He’s out of my league,” you sigh,

Sam’s scoff pulls you from your thoughts. “Bucky? Out of your league? He’s a crazy ex-assassin with emotional issues! If anything, he's out of your league.”

“You’re a catch, why wouldn’t he like you?” Steve assures.

Steve and Sam always know just what to say to make you feel better. “I guess you’re right,” you admit with a defeated grin. 

“So, you know how Bucky feels. What are you going to do about it?” Steve asks. 

“I have an idea, but I need your help.”

“We’re listening.”

You divulge your plan to them. They smile, hyping you up. 

“Dude, I’m so down!” Sam exclaims, clapping his hands in excitement. 

“You think this will work?”

“Definitely,” Steve assures. “This is going to be amazing!”

“Okay then, we’re doing this. Let’s go find Bucky. Time to initiate phase one.”

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Bucky is sitting on the common room couch, flipping through a book when he sees you, Sam, and Steve enter. He exchanges a glance with you, smiling as your eyes light up. The three of you sit down. You’re sitting next to Sam, closer than usual. There’s a brief moment of silence before you speak. “Sam, are you going to karaoke night?”

“Of course! Wouldn’t miss everyone’s drunk-ass singing for the world.”

“Will you be my duet partner?”

This catches Bucky’s attention. He looks up from his book. Why the hell were you asking Sam to sing with you? You normally ask the girls...

“Sure thing, baby. It’ll be a ton of fun!” Sam smiles. 

Baby?! What?! How dare he call you a pet name, his girl, right in front of him? Well, you may not be his girl yet, but Sam knows how he feels about you. What the hell is he thinking?

“Yay! This’ll be so fun!” You hug him, grabbing his hand before continuing, “Wanna practice with me in a bit?”

“Find me when you’re ready, sweetheart,” Sam answers, kissing your knuckle before letting go of your hand. 

Sweetheart?! What the fuck was going on? Did he miss his shot? Would Sam really do that to him? Bucky can barely handle his swirling thoughts. He storms out of the room without looking back. 

Steve can’t help but laugh once Bucky is out of earshot. “That worked a little too well, wouldn’t you say so?”

“That wasn’t too far, was it?” you ask with a worried expression on your face. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it. He’ll just come on even stronger now. He won’t give up on you that easily,” Sam assures you. 

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Bucky can barely contain his anger as you step on the stage with Sam, giggling and smiling at your karaoke partner. Jealousy engulfs him. He can barely listen to the start of the song, ignoring the catchy beat blasting through the speakers. He doesn’t recognize the song, but looks up from his drink when you sing, “Hey Bucky boy, what you doing tonight? I wanna see what you got in store."

He looks right at you. Did she just say Bucky?

Sam echoes, “Hey, hey Bucky!” Well, that answers his question.

“You're giving it your all when you're dancing on me. I want to see if you can give me some more,” you continue, twirling your fingers through your hair.

“Hey, hey Bucky!”

“You can be my man, I can be your girl, and we can pump this jam however you want,” you sing, swaying your hips to the cadence of the lyrics.

“Hey, hey Bucky!”

“Pump it from the side, pump it upside down, or we can pump it from the back and the front,” you wink as you finish the line. Bucky sits up suddenly, crossing his legs, his face turning beet red. You smile, knowing the plan was working. Steve laughs from beside him. He keeps his eyes glued on you as the two of you continue the song, utterly entranced. You look him right in the eye as you end the song, “I want you tonight.”

You saunter over to where he is sitting after high-fiving Sam, confidence filling your chest. “So, what did you think of my performance, Bucky?”

You yelp as he grabs your hips and pulls you down to sit on his lap. His voice deepens, “you’re such a tease, you know that right?”

You laugh. “I’m the tease? Really? You’re the one who just pulled me onto your lap and taunts me with flirtatious remarks and smiles all freaking day. My god Bucky, make a move already—”

He cuts you off, pulling you in for a kiss, his flesh arm grabbing the back of your neck. The team whoops and cheers. 

“Glad you finally made a move, Bucky,” you pant as your lips part from his.

“Best decision I ever made in my life, doll.” Before you can respond, he kisses you again, the karaoke bar fading in the background as you finally embrace the man of your dreams.

[lavenderwhore444]

Ok so we all love pervert shigaraki ( Ik u do so please don’t lie to ur self love 😀) anyways what if shigaraki had a huge crush on the reader and steals there panties ( when there out in a mission working there ass off) but the reader notices and placed cameras in her room just to see who’s stealing them surprise surprise it’s ya boy shiggy and the reader finds it kind of cute that he’s that desperate but is also upsetting because there working and he’s here getting off on her stuff so.the reader catch’s him in the act and shows him the videos ( shigaraki at this point is crying from embarrassment and he’s begging for the reader to delete the videos) as a punishment the reader pegs the shit out of him and the ending is fluff since I do love shiggy

First of all English isn’t my first language so apologizes for any mistakes and for the ending please work ur magic sis 

💍🧎🏻‍♀️marry me this is so good

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🌸 I have an irl on here rn because we both simp for crusty men, and she’s probably lowkey scared of me. I was drunk on having social interaction for the first time forever and was like, “omg, I write for them. I have Tumblr 🤪” Listen, I told you I would do anything for him, and I fucking meant it, ok? And he’s a little pervert, so they're kinda gross (indirectly making me have gross kinks too ig ☹️) Plus, I warned you about his piss kink, that should've been a good indicator to the rest of these 🙄 , Anyways anon has sent me THE BEST SCENARIOS OMG. I have read a lot of Shigaraki fics, BUT THESE ARE SO ORIGINAL IM SO HAPPY. There's one, in particular, I'm excited to write because it's just so cute, omg. 🌸

It was the fifth time this week. You were out on another mission, and Tomura was half-naked in your room on the verge of passing out from how many times he had cum into various articles of your clothing. It started off as just your panties. Perverted but not insane. As time went on, it only got worse. The panties weren’t good enough. He started putting one of your shirts over his face as he got off, and that worked...for a while. His next fix was to steal some of your perfume, but it wasn't good enough.

He felt disgusting the first time he got off in your room. He felt like he'd crossed a line (not that he hadn’t already), but it was the best orgasm of his life. What's done is done, so he might as well take advantage of the rest of your room. He was pretty comfortable now, face pressed into your pillow, inhaling your scent as his body spasmed for the last time. He was utterly spent.

And now, for the worst part, being in your room surrounded by your stuff, smelling your perfume, but still being all alone. It wasn't like Shigaraki had a crush on you or anything. Him having a crush on y/n? Unheard of. The rest of the girls in the league were like family to him. You two just weren't there yet, even though it had been five months, and he blushes whenever you talk to him. So what if he wants to punch Dabi whenever he looks at you? He wasn't in love with you. God damn it, he was just horny. That was it. That was the extent of his feelings, and they would go away.

They didn't go away, but more of your stuff sure did. It was becoming more common for clothing in your room to go missing only to end up clean and folded in the proper drawer. It was weird, but someone was doing most of your laundry for you. It wasn't Dabi taking your stuff. He could get his dick wet whenever he wanted. The other guys preached “don’t lewd y/n” and tried to fight Dabi when he put his hand on your thigh. Toga would steal your shirts but definitely not your underwear. If she did steal your clothing, she’d post a mirror pic and tag you in it.

So that left your boss. Tomura Shigaraki. You thought he hated you. He got all quiet and distant when you talked to him. Was he nervous? He glared at you and Dabi. Or was it just Dabi? Maybe the little creep did like you. He was kinda cute. His messy hair looked so soft, his eyes lit up when he won his games, Shigaraki had this little smile when he was watching the league sit together, and he had discarded father almost completely. But he was a creep, and you definitely didn't have a crush on him. Definitely not.

But part of you didn't want to tell him to stop. It took a while to cook up a plan, but it was foolproof when you came up with one. You found stole the money to invest in some hidden cameras. By now, you were starting to accept that you might like him just a little. But in a sad puppy kind of way. You didn't actually have a crush on him. Nope, not at all.

And it was kind of mean that he was making you do all this work while he got to jerk off in your bed. You'd come back with cuts, scrapes, bruises, and even a broken bone one time, just for him to totally ignore you. He had spent all day ruining your clothes and wouldn't even look at you.

Your behavior had changed towards Tomura, though, and he had definitely noticed. You were acting the same way he was. You were always blushing when you talked to him. You sat next to him while he played games, but it's "just because you're bored." Maybe you were starting to like him back. He had come to terms with his not-so-little crush on you. This didn't stop him from acting like a perv but still.

The cameras had been up for a while, and honestly, watching those videos back was way better than watching porn. Shigaraki looked so sweet and desperate. The way he laid in your bed afterward, holding your pillow, made your heartache for him. He just looked so lonely. You decided it was time to confront him.

"I'm going out for a couple days, guys!" you called, walking out with a backpack on your shoulder.

"I'll miss you, dollface," Dabi called back, blowing a kiss as you laughed at him.

The glare Shigaraki gave him could have dusted him right then and there. You stayed at a cheap motel for a while, watching the cameras. It was pretty nice to finally have some quiet. It didn't take long for Shigaraki to wander into your room with a raging hard-on. You took your time getting home, knowing he'd be there for at least a few hours. You glanced at your phone once in a while, catching two of Shigaraki’s orgasms. You’d hear a strangled cry and see his mouth wide open, eyes squeezed shut, and back arching. He’d coat his chest and your underwear in hot cum. You started to walk faster. Most of the league was asleep as you used your levitation quirk to float silently up the stairs. You opened the door.

“Who knew you were such a perv, Shiggy. All this time, I thought you hated me, but it looks like someone has a little crush on me, ” you said sweetly.

He looked like a deer in headlights, eyes wide as his body froze. A soft whimper left him as his face turned an angry shade of red that matched the head of his cock.

“N-no please, I'm sorry y/n I-i just didn't um ill leave. I'm so sorry, ” he muttered.

He got up, but you pushed him back on the bed.

“Not yet, Shiggy. I have something to show you, ” you said in a singsong voice.

You sat next to him, slinging your left arm around his shoulders. You pulled up the live feed.

“Aww, look at how cute we look right now, Shig, ” you teased.

His face told you that he was terrified.

“Y-you didn’t, ” he tried to fool himself.

“Oh, I did, ” you whispered in his ear.

You heard him sniffle. You slid the bar at the bottom of the screen back to show him what he was doing mere minutes ago.

“No, you can't, ” he choked as tears fell from his eyes, “please don’t show anyone y/n. Please I c-cant. I'm sorry, just don’t show anyone, ” he sobbed, “please don't. I’ll never talk to you again if you want I’ll do anything just don't show anyone, ” he cried.

“Anything?” you questioned.

“Anything, ” he nodded, still crying.

“Well, first of all, ” you said, “you can start by taking me out on a date, ”

He nearly choked as his eyes widened.

“What?” he whispered, wiping his eyes and nose.

“I said that you’re going to take me out on a date, and please use a tissue, ” you said.

He nodded and cleaned up his face the rest of the way.

“And second, you can take off your shirt and bend over the bed with your legs spread, ” you whispered in his ear, pressing a kiss just below it.

He looked confused for a second until his eyes widened, and he did as he was told.

“Now, don't play dumb with me. I know you’ll like this. I've seen you try and finger yourself before, but you did a shit job, and I promise this will be even better, ” you smiled, ruffling Tomura's hair.

He was getting more comfortable with you now, giving a nervous smile and humming when you touched his hair.

You walked back with everything you needed, only to sigh disappointedly, “oh Shiggy, that's not nearly wide enough. I know you can do better than that. Spread your legs more,”

He nodded, eager to please, and nearly did the splits. You giggled and smacked his butt. He jumped, causing you to laugh again.

“You’re so precious. It's a real shame I'm about to turn you into a slutty mess, ” you cooed.

He felt two slimy fingers press against his hole, and he shuddered. He tried to relax and let you press into him. It didn't take very long to get him moaning, bucking against your fingers. Two became three, and three became four before you decided he was ready. You were looking forward to eating him out, but this was supposed to be a punishment. You lined him up, rubbing the head against his hole that was still clenching around nothing. You pushed the entire thing inside of him as he screamed.

You scoffed, “do you know how many people you just woke up? Do you want the whole league to know you're getting pegged as punishment for being a disgusting, perverted slut? You want them to know that I'm fucking your ass? Huh? Do you? Cause I'll bend you over the fucking bar and show them who you submit to, ”

You started thrusting at a brutal pace. Tomura pushed his face into the pillow only for you to levitate him so he couldn't do anything to stop all the sounds coming out of his mouth. You were looking forward to all the looks you'd get as you smirked, and he struggled to sit next to you. You managed to go even harder.

“You’re not sitting or walking this week, Shiggy, ” you cooed.

“No, ” he choked out, “n-no call me Tomura p-please, ” he moaned.

“Tomura, ” you whispered in his ear, “pretty name for a pretty boy, ”

You reached around and twisted his nipple, causing him to cry out. Tomura only got louder as you reached around and grabbed his balls another hand-squeezed his tip between two fingers and pinched gently before jerking him instead. He was losing it now, tongue hanging out, and eyes rolled back. Little screams were ripped from him, and he jerked around.

“Y/n ‘m gonna, ‘m gonna cum, ” Tomura slurred.

“You gonna cum for me, Tomu? Go on, do it, ” you encouraged.

He cried out, his body going rigid as he shot cum out of his cock. He was gasping and panting as you let him flop down on the bed and pulled out.

“C-can you help me back to my room, ” he whispered, looking sad.

“No, ” you said as he frowned, eyes watering again, “because you're staying with me tonight. Get in bed, ”

He blushed and crawled into the corner. You yanked him closer, taking over as the big spoon.

“Goodnight, Tomura, ” you said. Kissing his back and shoulders, you rubbed his stomach and chest, “you're so pretty, baby. I forgive you. It’s obvious you’ve never had a crush on a girl before, and I think you learned your lesson, ” you said, rubbing his sore ass.

He nodded, “I'm sorry, I just didn't know what to do, ” he mumbled.

“I know, sweetie, ” you whispered, “I know. Was what we did ok? Did you like it?”

He nodded, “I liked it, ” he whispered.

“Do you need anything, ” you asked.

He shook his head, “just tired, ”

“Alright, baby, just get some sleep, love, ” you said.

He nodded as you both found an absurd amount of comfort in being so close to each other. You slept like a baby. You woke up to him gazing at you lovingly, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear.

He kissed your forehead, “I hope you know you're never getting rid of me, ” he smiled.

He kissed you, “y’know I'm kind of disappointed you didn't kiss me last night, ” he pouted.

“Mmm, I was too busy fucking you, sorry sweetie, ” you said, kissing him again.

“You enjoyed your ‘punishment’ a little too much, but having to go downstairs should be punishment enough, ” you grinned.

He groaned, “please don't make me. Let me stay in my room forever y/n, ”

“No, can do Tomu, you need breakfast, ” you said.

You walked downstairs, sitting at the bar and eating your breakfast. No one else was up yet, or so you thought until you heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

“You're not dead?” Dabi asked, completely dumbfounded.

“No dumbfuck, I'm not dead. Why the hell would I be dead?” he snapped.

“I dunno maybe cause you were screaming from y/n’s room all nigh- oh no. Oh god I think I'm gonna be sick, ” he fake gagged.

All you did was laugh at him.

“You two are disgusting, y’know that?” he said.

“We know, ” you smiled eating the rest of your breakfast.

[dabislittlemouse]

*walks in with a megaphone* can i get an order of s/o asking/allowing Dabi to blow a fat load into them (vagina haver) for the first time. What this fuck would say or do. 👁👄👁

Mark his name inside you

Heyo babe, sorry for posting this so late, I really hope you enjoy this.

(Requests are still closed, I’m just checking stuff left in my inbox)

Dabi x reader (NSFW)

Warnings(?) : dom!Dabi, unprotected sex, daddy kink, creampie uhh that’s it ig.

It wasn’t the first time you and Dabi had been spending the night at his bedroom, him blowing your back with every rough thrust and you moaning like a bitch in heat for the whole League to hear. You knew how to please each other, doing everything that would sent both of you over the edge and make every night better than the other. And y’all also liked to try new things, hell, you even watched porn together once and whenever his eye caught something really interesting and made his cock twitch, he’d smirk down at you and be like “We should try this babe”

But this time, you had been obsessing over something which, for no reason, you felt a bit scared or insecure to ask him to do it.

Whenever he was close, you had the desperate need for him to fill you up. Fill you to the brim until your cunt choked on it. But of course, you could only drool at the sight of the condom being full of his cum after he removed it.

You shrugged it off as an idea, but it kept getting you even more obsessed, driving you wild, imagining him filling you up with his seed made your little cunt throb and clench on nothing every single time.

You had to ask him, you wanted to feel how it’s like to be filled to the brim by him. You wanted everything he offered you.

****

Heavy rain was pouring on that Sunday evening, while you as usual were in Dabi’s room to have some fun.

He eagerly kissed you, a sloppy mess between your kisses as you moaned at his tongue exploring every part of your mouth.

You didn’t even know what you two were. You never called him your boyfriend or vice versa. You weren’t friends either. Maybe fuck buddies? At this point you didn’t even care, you just kept coming back at him for more. He took pride on being able to fulfill your deepest desires in a way no other man could. He knew your body at the back of his hand, every single spot, every action of his which would drive you crazy. Well, all of them except for...

“Mhm Dabi...” you moaned while humping on his lap, your panties already soaked they even left a wet dark spot on his crotch. He kept kissing you while groping your ass with one hand and grabbing the back of your neck with the other. “Yes baby?” he breathed out while still kissing you.

You gently pulled away, staring at his azure eyes full of lust as you cupped his face.

“I want...” you suddenly stopped, your face heating up as you looked down, but he lifted your chin up, giving you a soft smile.

“What does my baby want, hm?” He smears your lips with his thumb, leaning closer to your ear. “Tell daddy now, won’t you sweetheart?”

You gulped down, looking up at him shyly, your fingers playing with his shirt as you took the courage and finally spoke. “When you fuck me... I... I want you to cum inside me...please. I want to be full of it and keep me warm.” Your face heats up again as you look at him with pleading eyes.

“B-but you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to...”

He looks down at you, his stare making you feel small, vulnerable. Maybe he was pitying you in his mind, thinking how pathetic you were, how shameless you were for asking such-

“Tsk...”

He roughly grabs your chin, pulling you closer, your lips pressed his but he didn’t kiss you. You noticed his eyes darkening as he smirked, you could feel his cock grow even harder and his body heating up more, he was going wild. You whimpered and your breath got rapid.

“Sweetheart... my baby...” he kissed you and pulled away. “My cute little slut...” he dived in again leaving you breathless then leaning to your ear, whispering as you felt his hot breath on your neck.

“I’ll make sure to pump that pretty cunt of yours real nice, full of me, mark you from the inside, write my name in it, ‘cause you belong to me...” he tilted your chin, his eyes piercing through your soul.

“You should’ve told me about this earlier doll, just so I could turn you into my cute little cumdump” he chuckled while staring at your blushing face. “But I guess better late than never right?”

“Y-yes...” you tempted to get closer to him, continue the makeout session and trying to take off his clothes off before he grabbed your chin roughly.

“Tell me how much you want it”

“I want it so bad, I want you to pump me full” you whimpered.

“Say it properly slut. Beg for it” he said, his fingers digging deeper in your chin.

“Please..”

“More. And say it fucking louder!”

Your eyes filled with tears at the strength of his grip, while your pussy was throbbing like never before.

“Please Dabi, please fuck me. Pump me full, please, I need you so much....”

That was enough for him as he roughly grabbed you and pinned you down to the bed, burning your panties off while leaving bite marks all over your body. His long fingers went for the sensitive spot between your legs, giving slow rubs to the clit while you moaned out in pleasure. You were already soaking wet, as he spat on your cunt and kept smearing the juices with his fingers. Then he inserted two fingers inside you, scissoring them as you whimpered and squirmed while being stretched out like that.

“Gotta prepare my baby... and stretch out their tight little cunt real nice and good... to take my cock and hold all my seed inside..”

Those words being whispered in your ear sent you over the edge, as you quietly kept begging him to fuck you already. Thankfully he wasn’t patient either, spreading your legs apart while letting his cock out, giving it a few pumps before sliding it inside. The feeling of your tight velvety walls kissing his cock made it so hard for him to not cum in instant.

“Fuck! And I really thought I stretched you there babe... ” he chuckled as he slammed it back into you again without a warning, making your head spin and your eyes water. His pace got quicker and rougher as he grabbed you by your throat, his fingers digging deep in your hip almost leaving a bruise, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix with each thrust. You screamed out his name and moaned in pain and pleasure, nails digging deep into his scarred back while he let out almost animalistic growls. You felt scared for a moment, he was going feral while pounding on your abused hole, but that added even more to the thrill.

It didn’t take much for you to cum all over his cock, but he still wasn’t done yet. He kept railing you into oblivion, and you could feel your second orgasm getting close.

“You want daddy to fill you up, huh...mark your insides with his name on it, yeah? You’ve always dreamed about this haven’t you, just like the little slut you are...” he grabbed your chin roughly, suggesting you to open your mouth as he spat in it.

“Daddy! M’gonna cum!” You said between tears as you bit down on his shoulder. He leaned down, whispering lewd things in your ear and encouraging you to cum, which didn’t take long for you to go through another orgasm. You looked up at him with a pleading look, which made his cock twitch and finally pumping your little cunt full of his seed. Dabi moaned loudly while biting down harshly on your neck. He kept his cock inside, white ropes of cum never seeming to stop as you felt full like never before. Words like “fuck”, “that’s it” , “take it” kept coming out from his mouth, breathing heavily in your ear.

You both stayed like that for a while, his cock still deep inside you, and you were sure if he pulled out all the cum would leak out. You enjoyed the warmth of him and his seed inside you, now feeling tired from all that rough sex he gave you. As you were almost dozing off, the slamming of his hips into you woke you up in instant. With eyes wide open you looked at Dabi, a smug smirk plastered in his face as he started thrusting into you again, his cum still deep inside you but he didn’t care. Lewd sloppy sounds could be heard along with your whimpers and Dabi’s grunts.

“I’m not done with you yet...”

The bastard felt pride, felt too powerful while having you on his hands, making you beg like a pathetic bitch for him to fill you up, invading your body and mind only with him and nobody else. Fucking you dumb, making you choke on his cum, marking you from the inside as he bruises that cervix of yours. That’s what gave him pleasure, that’s what he lived for when he was fucking you senseless. He was addicted to you, just as you were to him. And he’d make sure to make you even more addicted to him and his cum, so even when just his name is mentioned your clit would throb in pleasure.

The thought of having his seed deep inside you made him even more feral. With each night coming by, he would pound you into the matress, showing no mercy as he would manhandle you in many different ways. You were honestly surprised how this man would never ‘run out’ of cum, he would fill you up with every single round until it was leaking down your thighs. He enjoyed that as much as you did, and you felt glad that you told him. The only consequence would be your legs barely walking without falling down and your abused cunt feeling sore...

[oftenderweapons]

Dirty ABCs | Namjoon and Vixen

Pairing: Namjoon x Vixen (OC)

Wordcount: 2.1k

Genre: headcanons

Rating: 18+. Minors, do not interact.

This just me having a little bit of fun in between collabs and commissions with an NSFW alphabet, so I can also get to know my characters better (yes, they're just characters. Do not assume the boys like/dislike any of the things I mention). A new drabble should be out soon, but just in case you missed it, here's Jimin's post-Soowoozoo smut! Please, read the trigger warnings carefully 🥺💖

Here's my masterlist! enjoy!!!! 💜✨

Trigger warnings: cumshots, cumeating, creampie, marking, unprotected sex, switch!vixen, switch!joon, daddy!joon, DDLG, lapdance, stripping, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, roleplay, homework within a professorxstudent roleplay, positions (doggy, missionary, reverse cowgirl, bend over), intimacy kink (?), bondage (hands tied, gags), impact play, oral sex, oral fixation, biting, casual mention of foot fetish, food play, choking kink, erotic massage, jealousy (kink), sapiosexuality, size kink, mention of infidelity and sharing partners, mention of outdoor sex, sex toys (dildo, vibrator, manacles, cockring, paddle, buttplug), edging, orgasm denial, orgasm control, overstimulation, BDSM club, uhm...bicuriosity ig?, thickdick!Namjoon, bubblebutt!Vixen impressive sex drive (?)

Aftercare: Namjoon is the kind of guy who’d gladly collapse in bed after some good, nasty fucking. He puts plenty of energy in it and he isn’t content until he’s barely alive before calling it a night. Yes, both him and Vixen need to force the other into heading to the bathroom and cleaning up before falling asleep. When he goes especially hard on her, aftercare becomes a way to relax for both of them: he needs to pamper her to even things out, and she in return likes spoiling him, giving him cuddles, letting him fall asleep with his head on her chest while she strokes his hair. Yes, his favourite cuddle is her touching his hair and chatting about how they felt during sex.

Body part: He most definitely has a thing for legs, hips and ass. Vixen is all about his chest and arms — but, truth is she’s absolutely crazy about his neck.

Cum: He either cums inside or on Vixen’s ass. No other alternatives for him. He hates cumming in her mouth, mostly because her cunt is soooo much better to him; and then again, that means he can eat her out right after — or mark her up and shove his cum back inside. Vixen is a fan of him cumming inside, she’s pretty much traditional about this.

Dirty secret: Namjoon loves when Vixen doms him. He’d never admit that out loud but he’s praying for her to tie him up and strip for him before performing a lapdance and fucking herself with that glass dildo he bought her… He’ll just wait… hopefully… Vixen wants Namjoon to give her homework on some impossible topic and then punish her for every mistake she makes while he’s dressed in a suit and glasses.

Experience: We know all about Joon’s and Vixen’s bodycount. Joon had four, possibly five partners, one of which broke his heart. He wasn’t entirely vanilla with them, but Vixen is most definitely the spiciest he’s been with — and the most rewarding. Vixen had two partners before Namjoon and her first boyfriend was way more experienced than Namjoon is, but that is not an issue to her. She knows if she ever asked him, they could try out pretty much anything.

Favourite position: Namjoon is mostly about doggy and missionary. Doggy for enthusiastic fucking with that teenage eagerness that characterises them both. Missionary when he needs to make love to her slow and steady — though he admits Vixen on top of him in reverse cowgirl is also a hot topic for him. Vixen likes good old missionary since she likes Namjoon’s body shielding hers. She also enjoys bending over for him — especially on the back of the sofa.

Goofy: neither of them is that goofy when it comes to sex. For them is a moment to get rid of tension and gain more intimacy. It’s a moment of communication and connection, and a very spiritual one at that. There might be little giggles and laughs here and there when they’re in a playful mood, but even then they’re more happy than goofy.

Hair: Namjoon trims his hair slightly, just to keep things neat and tidy. Vixen used to shave at the beginning of their relationship. She waxed a few times, to try something different and to feel Namjoon’s tongue better when he goes down on her. She switched to trimming when she found out Namjoon enjoyed a more natural look.

Intimacy: Nothing isn’t intimate between these two. Brushing their teeth together before going to bed? Religion. Getting dinner ready? A ritual. Making love? Therapy. Fucking like gorillas? Relief. These two share one single soul. They’re each other’s temple, and their bedroom is their church.

Jack off: These two? Masturbation galore. They’re the literal proof that being in a relationship should never stop you from taking care of yourself. They masturbate together while they watch porn, they masturbate to the sight of the other one doing it or just watching them. Namjoon is a huge fan of watching Vixen touch herself. He can do it with his hands tied, untied, or stroking his cock. He really doesn’t care as long as he can watch. Plus the fact that the wall dividing his bedroom from the shower is made of glass really gives him the best view when he has morning wood and Vixen is washing herself. And that goes both ways. She likes watching him while she showers, putting on a bit of a show. Vixen also likes watching Namjoon masturbate, though she prefers putting her hands on him. And Namjoon prefers her hands to his own, especially since she’s so fucking good at that.

Kink: We all know these two are the resident DDLG freaks. Other than that Namjoon suffers from a pretty severe case of voyeurism. On the side, all giving, we have oral fixation, impact play, marking, biting, cumplay and cumeating, and a very mild, very experimental foot fetish. He’s also into roleplay, especially regarding school/university environments. To that, we need to add on Vixen’s end exhibitionism and food play, and then, all giving, choking kink, exhibitionism, bondage and gags, erotic massage.

Location: these two need someplace private, since they can’t get in the mood unless they’re 200% sure they can take their time and relax and be as loud as possible. Namjoon would never stand the idea of them getting caught: he needs to protect Vixen. And Vixen would never try something in public. She knows he’d be too focused on the possible dangers to properly enjoy the experience. That doesn’t mean that they don’t tease each other in public. Vixen likes when they talk dirty in public so once they get home Namjoon rips her clothes off her.

Motivation: Namjoon gets turned on whenever Vixen looks incredibly refined and elegant, completely out of his league. Pair that up with someone flirting with her and he goes out of his way to remind her why she got his ring on her finger ten months after they first met. He also gets hot under the collar when he’s reminded of how fucking smart she is; that makes him both proud and horny. On a baser level, she just needs to grind against his thigh, rub her ass on his crotch, kiss his neck or suck his fingers to make him instantly hard. Vixen gets horny very easily when she sees him exercise power — which happens pretty often with him being the leader. Also watching him tower over someone who isn’t her makes her a little volatile — that’s her daddy, he’s her protector.

No: easy. Sharing. Even simply her moans being overheard by someone would make him nervous. Once he used to share everything about his sex life with his friends, but after he and Vixen got engaged, everything involving her without clothes on became a 100% restricted topic. He still happens to talk about sex with his friends, but he must be in need of desperate help in order to share details. Vixen agrees on sharing being a hard no. She also thinks doing stuff in public is absolutely a hard no: she’s far too attached to her job to risk a scandal ruining it. And of course she would never stand Namjoon’s career and reputation going downhill.

Oral: Both fans, Namjoon both on the giving and receiving side, though he prefers giving by far. Vixen is also a fan of receiving. If Namjoon weren’t so damn intimidating, she would enjoy giving more, too.

Pace: depends on the mood. Playful or angry? Then he’s fucking her like she’s nothing but a cocksleeve, straight up jackhammering his way in. Loving and emotional? Then they’re going slow and steady so they can feel every inch of their flesh meeting and parting and squeezing and squelching and sliding.

Quickie: yes, but not excessively. Vixen can only consider a quickie as a form of foreplay. There’s no way to satisfy her unless at least two rounds are involved. Namjoon is more than happy to take his time with her. If they don’t have that much time, they prefer masturbating together — quick, efficient, delectable.

Risk: No? The only risk he would take would be fucking her out in the open, but someplace where the possibility of getting caught is lower than 0.1%. He’d book super secluded villas for their holidays and fuck her until she’s begging him to give her a break.

Stamina: Namjoon hasn’t got too much stamina and Vixen doesn’t either, they just deprive and tease each other when they want to make it super special, otherwise they would be lazy and take naps in between a round and another. And they can truly deal with that brilliantly since they are great at foreplay and that makes up for their rather weak stamina.

Toy: These two are shameless about their toys. Vixen has a thing for dildos, and Namjoon loves spoiling her with those. She has a couple vibrators too, but she’s not that much of a fan: she has a practical one, when she needs things done quick and easy and another one that looked way too cute for her not to have it. In addition to that, they have manacles, a cockring, a paddle and a quite interesting plug.

Unfair: Being with Namjoon is all about the pleasure. He’d much rather overstimulate Vixen rather than deny her. Also because he has very poor control over his instincts and he can’t deny himself. He would tease, edge or deny Vixen only to punish her and make sure that she actually reads that as a punishment and not as some sick way for her to get exactly what she wants (aka spanks). Vixen is more on the teasing side, and she enjoys controlling Namjoon’s orgasms, but she’s very fair. They like to play dirty, but they make sure everyone gets what they need.

Volume: Namjoon is all about low and deep. His moans, groans, growls and grunts all come in a very quiet, although very eloquent way. He prefers keeping it quiet so it feels more intimate. Vixen on the other hand is very vocal, especially when Namjoon goes down on her or is trying to overstimulate her. She’s still considerate about the people living next door, but at the same time, she has a thing for doing it in the studio so she can be as loud as she wants, much to Namjoon’s — and his private tracks’ — chagrin.

Wild card: if it weren’t for his jealousy and his position, Namjoon would love to fuck Vixen in a room full of strangers, just to show how good he can make her feel, and to enjoy just how deranged she would get once adrenaline started kicking in. Claiming her in a semi-public context would help him sate his possessiveness for a good while. Vixen instead would love to go to a BDSM club with Namjoon and watch scenes from other people — maybe, potentially, join? — she most definitely wishes she had done stuff with a girl before getting with Namjoon.

X-Ray: Namjoon is packed. Length is not exceedingly more than average. But match that with more than impressive girth? That’s a wild ride. It most definitely takes a stretch. Vixen has rather small boobs — but she’s more than stubborn to make up with a full, round bubble butt.

Yearning: at the beginning they go pretty wild. Vixen is used to getting at least an orgasm before falling asleep — every night. Of course that tones down once she gets with Namjoon, especially since she learns to prefer quality over quantity and he refuses to get stuff done in ten minutes. She easily slips into a two to three times a week regimen, but deprive her for longer than ten days and she’ll feel neglected. Of course she’d take care of herself, but that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t start drifting away as she’d feel emotionally neglected too. Namjoon considers himself happy as long as he can have a full weekend of fucking: he tends to cram all the sex in days where he can relax since during the week he’s often too tense to initiate anything sexual. But he wouldn’t deny it if the fancy struck him.

Zzz: He falls asleep like a bear. He goes positively lethargic the moment he hits the bed after cleaning up. Vixen finds it extremely endearing. She usually takes longer, but not too much. She likes cuddling him while he’s sleeping.

[drakenology]

Game Over 👾 - Kenma Kozume

gamer!kenma x gamer!reader

summary: kenma works at gamestop and this cutie came in to buy a new game. wonder if she’s single..

author’s note: kenma simps come get yall juice 🥵! we love a gamer boy. hope yall like dis. 🥴

warnings: smut (obviously), softdom!kenma, hair pulling, fluffy stuff, shitty rom-coms and kuroo being a hype man.

Slow days at GameStop were the worst. No one comes in anymore; who the hell still buys disks when you can buy all your games digitally now anyways? Still, it was easy money and something to do over the summer other than sit around and binge play League of Legends all day.

Kenma sighed as he pretended to look busy in front of the manager by fixing the poster wall for the eighth time all shift, mundanity floating through the store as three customers left after just leisurely looking around.

As Kenma’s restocking the playstation game wall he feels a tap on his shoulder.

“Um, excuse me do you work here?” A feminine voice asked.

“No. I just wear this fucking uniform shirt because I like it.” Kenma thought to himself before turning his head to face what was possibly the cutest girl he’s ever seen.

Kenma’s not really used to seeing too many girls in the store when he worked so he was a little shocked. But god she was pretty. She was wearing red; one of his favorite colors with these jeans that hugged her legs and thighs so nice he almost choked on his tongue before speaking.

“Uh.. yeah. How can I help you?” He finally responded.

“Hi! Um, I just wanted to know where I can find Fallout 4 for xbox? I’ve been looking everywhere for it and I can’t find it.” She sung. Her voice was like a symphony of everything good in the world. Kenma started to wonder what she’d sound like underneath him while he-

“Yeah. I’ll show you, I had to move them for a while so I could make room for newer games.” Kenma said, leading her towards the wall with all the xbox games were. He reached up high and grabbed the game off rhe top shelf and handed it to her with a meek smile.

“Thanks! I see you’re the only one working so I’ll look around and let you know when I’m ready to checkout.” She said smiling back. Kenma nodded and continued his work slowly so he could stare at her through the shelfs and hangers around the store.

The way she picked up things as she looked at them was adorable; her nose scrunching up as she giggled at the pikachu plushies. Kenma blushed as he watched her look around the store as if it were her first time visiting. She gamed, so it’s not like she’s never been in a gamestop before. But the way she looked at things she liked with fresh eyes was something to ponder on. He had to know her; at least her name.

Anyone who knew Kenma would know he’s not the type to go oogling at some girl and ask for her number, he’s hopelessly shy. But he couldn’t risk not seeing this girl again. As he walked to the counter, he gulped up his reluctance and took a deep breath.

“Hey. Ready when you are.” He said, getting the girl’s attention. She smiled and walked over with her game and a pikachu plushie; of course. She’s so fucking cute.

“Heh. Pikachu?” He teased, hoping he didn’t offend her. She simply laughed and put it on the counter for him to ring up.

“What can I say? I’m 12.” She said, sticking out her tongue with a smirk. Fuck. Kenma gulped again, pathetically blushing right in front of her and hoping she didn’t notice the tint of his cheeks turn bright red. He grabbed her stuff and rang it up, bagging it all nice for her before handing the bag to her.

“Want a receipt?” Kenma asked. She nodded, standing at the counter as she watched him print it out. Shit. The exchange was almost over and he hasn’t even asked her name yet. He had to before it was too late.

“Hey uh.. c-can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” Kenma said, looking down at the screen and not into her gorgeous eyes.

“Yeah? What’s wrong, sir?” She asked. Fuck. Sir? Really? What’s she trying to do?

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N, why?”

“I-I wanted to know if I could have your number? And like maybe take you out- o-only if you want to I’m not-“

She laughed, and wrote her name and number on the back of the receipt and handed it back to him.

“Call me. I’d love to go out with you. You seem cool.” Y/N said. She squinted her eyes a little to read Kenma’s name tag.

“Ken..ma? Right? I’ll see you around, Kenma.”

And so began his helpless fall for her.

“Yo! Kenma, how’s it going with Y/N? Been a couple months now, right?” Kuroo asked over the discord server. Kenma blushed and looked down at his phone to see that you texted him.

“We’re good. She’s actually coming over in a bit so this will be my last game.” He said, smiling a little at your sweet message.

“Hey, Kenny! I’m on my way over. I’m raiding your kitchen btw I’m hungry 🤤 .”

“Ooooh, Kenma’s ‘bout to get some pussssayyy!” Kuroo teased. Kenma cringed and covered his flustered face as if anyone could see him.

“Shut up. Sh-she and I are taking it slow. I dunno if we’ll even go there today. None of your business anyways, perv!” Kenma explained, nervous about you coming over for the first time like ever.

You two had been on a few dates now, he had even met your roommate and your other friends. You two got so close after that day you had met at the GameStop and he was so grateful he came to work that day instead of calling out to binge play videogames. Kuroo erupted in furious laughter and continued his games with Kenma, enthused about him about finally getting some.

“Gotta hand it to you man, you managed to get yourself a hottie. And a gamer at that. I’m jealous.” Kuroo added, Kenma rolling his eyes.

He knew it too though. Kenma wasn’t necessarily a ladies man so it was a mystery what drew you to him. Still, he’s grateful he could spend his time with you even if you guys weren’t set in stone just yet.

Just as the game wrapped up, he received a call from his new favorite person.

“Hey, Kenma. I’m outside! Lemme in!” You giggle into the phone before the front door flung open, Kenma scooping you into his arms.

“Hey, you. Missed you.” He said into your hair. You smile and hug him back, following his lead inside. His little apartment was so cozy, gamer memorabilia all over the place as it screamed “Kenma”. It was so him. You smile and walk into his bedroom, thinking nothing of it as you gawk at his gaming setup.

“Woah. Didn’t know working at gamestop could get you a $1,000 set up!” You exclaim. Kenma laughed.

“Oh, I guess I didn’t tell you. I game professionally. GameStop is just another way for me to be close to videogames. Discounts are nice too.” He explained.

“So you’re a streamer?”

“Yup. You should watch me sometime. I-If you want.” Kenma said flustered. You smile and hook your arms around his neck and give him a peck on the nose.

You two spent most of the day talking about games and the lastest on manga you were both reading. Everytime you talked to him, he gave you something new to read and you’d talk about it next time you talked about it together.

Soon, you two were cuddling and watching shitty rom-coms; making fun of them became your favorite past time. You chuckle as the female protagonist says something completely cheesy about loving her love interest forever and gag at the kissing scene, Kenma covering his face in second hand embarrassment.

Then he took one look at you, snuggled up against him with your ass poking out against his groin. You were the little spoon, his arms around your waist as you look up at him from time to time to make a comment on the movie. Kenma was in love. But he had no idea how to tell you without scaring you off. What if it’s too soon? What if she doesn’t feel the same?

A cheesy sex scene displayed on the T.V causing you to get a little hot. Sure it was pretty lame but the thought of having sex right now; especially cuddled up with a cute boy, wasn’t too bad of an idea. Kenma’s sweating a little too, his dick growing hard as he realized the girl he really liked was laying in bed with him while watching borderline porn together; his face red as tomatos.

“Shit, I hope she doesn’t feel my dick poking against her. Fuck, she’s just so pretty.. I just wanna-“

“K-Kenma..?” You breath out, wet and face full of embarrassment.

“Yeah?” He said.

“I-I uh.. I don’t know how to say this but.. I’m h-horny.” You whisper as if someone else was in the room other than you two.

“A-Are you really?” Kenma asked, his dick growing more at the thought of how wet you were under your sweatpants, how hard and perky your nipples were under your bra. Fuck, he had to have you.

“Yeah.. I don’t know why but this scene is.. kinda turning me on.” You said, turning to face him to see his face bright red and eyes full of lust. You gulp, just as hungry as he is.

“Me too.” He said, staring down at your plump lips.

“Yeah?” You ask with seduction coating your tongue unintentionally, licking your lips as you bit down lightly as you looked up at him.

“Yeah.”

Kenma inched closer to your face, you following his lead as your lips finally met; your first kiss. The kiss was heavy, hands exploring and groping each other as you both moan into the kiss.

Clothes are shed and thrown to the side of the bed, Kenma drinking in the sight of your half naked body and savoring it. He pulled you back into the kiss, his tongue searching your mouth as you received him eagerly. You were making out so heavily, foreplay almost wasn’t even needed with how wet you got from his touch and kiss. You became so needy for him, the spot between your legs aching as your heart skipped eight beats.

“Kenma I-“ you said breaking the kiss, interrupted by a feral Kenma.

“No. I-I wanna take my time with you. Don’t rush.” You nod, Kenma grabbing your chin to pull you up to kiss him again.

You gasp, his hands a little cold as he touched your breasts. He groped and squeezed them, playing with your nipples as your squirm to gain friction in your panties.

You’re whining against Kenma’s mouth, desperate for him to touch you where you needed him most. As Kenma pulled away, he took a brief moment to look down at your body as he climbed on top of you.

“You’re so pretty.” He gushed, causing you to giggle and reach up to move his hair from his face.

“You too. U-Uh I mean, you’re handsome.” You said weakly, aching for something more than just kissing. He smirked at you, like a switch went off in his mind. He wasn’t the sweet and shy Kenma he was a second ago, feral lust changing his demeanor as he took a nipple into his mouth. You moan, your breath shaky as he ghosts his fingers over your panties; him feeling a wet spot on them as he hummed.

“You’re so wet, angel.” He moaned, you surprised at your new nickname. Kenma’s fingers are pulling your panties aside expertly and coating them in your slick in seconds, your moans filling his ears as he prodded them at your entrance. Your breathing becomes uneven as he slids them inside, suckling on your nipple as he looked you in the eyes.

You’re a moaning mess for him, the sounds of the movie playing were drowned out by your pathetic little moans as Kenma fingered you with his slim fingers.

“Hah.. Uuugh, K-Kenmaaa.” You gasp, an orgasm brewing in the pit of your stomach. Kenma chuckled, pulling away from your breast to coax you; talking you through the orgasm about to wash over your body as his fingers hooked to find that spot you like.

“Am I making you feel good, baby?” He asks, you unable to answer as you hold his arm for dear life. “Answer me.”

“Y-Yes! God, Ah! I’m gonna-“

“I know, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my fucking fingers.” He cooed, rubbing harsh circles into your clit as your legs nearly jolt closed, the pleasure becoming too much as you boil over.

“Yeahhhh baby. Good girl.” He mumbled, rubbing your clit slowly to help ride out your peak, leaving soft kisses on your forehead to soothe you.

You let out a deep sigh, warn out from fingering alone. No one has ever made you feel this good using just his hands. Imagine what he can do to you with his dick.

“Bend over, baby.” Kenma said, motioning for you to turn over on the bed by tapping your outer thigh. You blink dumbly at him, your high still lingering as you flip yourself over on the bed and lay flat.

“Ass up.” He demanded, striking your ass with just enough power to snap you out of your finger-dumb trance. You yelp and arch your back, bringing your ass closer to him as he grabbed your hips.

Kenma stayed still for a while and marveled at your ass bent over for him, rubbing your ass with his big hands and smacking it every so often. He bit his lip, mumbling fuck under his breath as he teased his dick against your already worn out pussy.

You turn to look back at him, lust in your eyes and a face Kenma would never forget.

“F-fuck me. Please Ken, I n-need you.” You beg, tearing up at the feeling of Kenma’s smooth dick brushing up against your sensitive clit.

“Say no more, baby. Gonna fuck you so good.” He hissed, nearly shoving himself inside. You gasp, the feeling of him stretching you so deliciously forcing a guttural moan from your chest.

Kenma started his pace hard yet slow, making sure you felt every inch; every vein of his dick, giving it his all as he ripped your noises from your mouth.

You’re panting, unable to keep up with him as you grip onto the sheets. You shoved your face into his pillows, screams uncontrollably leaving your lips as Kenma started brutally pounding into your poor pussy.

“Uhhnnn! I-I love you Kenma!” You shout, biting down on the pillow as you feel your chest get hot in embarrassment. God, why did you have to say love? Surely he doesn’t feel the same just yet.

“Fuck, I love you too, Y/N. Hah, I wanted to say that to you for so long.” Kenma admits, grabbing a fist full of your hair and yanking you up to him as he hummed sweet praised into your ear as he fucked you stupid. You sob, relieved he felt the same way.

The ultimate exchange of love between two people emerged as he threw you back onto the bed and raised on leg up onto the bed to gain a better angle on that sweet spot of yours causing you to shriek and clench around him as you come close to cumming. Suddenly, the searing hot pleasure stops as Kenma pulled out of you. You whine, your entire body shuddering from the extreme loss.

“Get up. I want you over my desk.” Kenma said, pulling you off the bed by your arm. He was being so rough with you right now you almost thought you were fucking a completely different person; Kenma the shy and awkward gamer boy transformed into the sexiest Dom you’d ever been with.

Your legs wobble as you stood bent over his desk and gaming set up, your naked chest pressed against the cold wood as you wait for him to fuck you again. Kenma prodding himself at your entrance and leaned down close to your ear, sliding himself inside you once more with a grunt.

“You feel so good, you know that? Ugh, I’m gonna ruin you.” He huffed, you answering with a whine. He’s plowing you into his desk before you can respond properly, your hands glued onto the sides of it for dear life. Sooner than late, your orgasm is knocking at your door. Tears bubble in your eyes as you cry out for Kenma.

“C-C-Can I cum now? P-please godd let me cum Ken, ahhah!” You babble, almost unable to hold yourself back for much longer as he pummeled you nice and hard.

“G’head, baby. Cum nice and hard for me.” Kenma granted, giving your ass a hard smack to make you clench around his dick harder as you came. It was amazing. It was like a volcano erupted inside you, loud moans and sobs filling the room as your chest heaved in and out.

Kenma ruts into you one last time and pulls out swiftly, stroking his dick to release himself onto your ass as you sigh from the loss. You both stand still for a while, Kenma staring down at your coating ass cheeks and you at your fucked out reflection of his monitor. You feel him step away, too drunk off your orgasm to even care what he’s doing as he cleans you up and leads you back to bed.

“I dunno where I threw your shirt so I’m just gonna grab one of mine, okay?” Kenma says, rubbing small circles into your back. You nod, eyes closed as you hum into the pillow in comfort.

You tried not to doze off as Kenma dressed you in some clothes of his that you were totally going to steal, his scent coating the fabric of his t-shirt. After a little while, Kenma’s in bed with you lacing his body with yours as he stroked your back to soothe you to sleep.

“Can I sleep over?” You ask cutely. Kenma smiled and kissed your forehead.

“Duh.” He said. You giggle and nuzzle your head into his chest, taking in his scent as you start to doze off.

“Kenma?”

“Hm?”

“Did you mean that? What you said when we were... you know.” You ask, unsure. Kenma grabbed your chin and turned you to face him.

“Of course. I-I uh..” He paused. “I knew loved you the day I met you, Y/N.”

You tear up, pulling him up to kiss you.

“Same.” You say, holding him impossibly closer.

“So does this mean we’re-“ Kenma’s interrupted by the sound of you falling fast asleep, small snores driving Kenma into cuteness overload. He sighs, kissing your forehead as you slept on his chest.

Moments like these are truly ones to cherish.

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