#i rarely use 'afab'. most of the time there is a more specific and more correct term for it

[schadenfreudich]

I don't trust people who say things like "afab experience" because in most cases they actually mean "white, perfectly perisex afab experience" and even then, it's too specific.

Because I'm not white, so I never got the "weak little girl" thing. I wasn't white feminine enough, even though I was quite feminine as a child.

And while I don't consider myself intersex, my body has produced more testosterone than would be the normal range for someone going through a "female" puberty ever since I was going through puberty. Definitely not enough for it to have strong masculinizing effects, it's just also quite androgynous in an additive way.

I do not feel represented by most things that people are talking about like it's "universal" for "afab" individuals, while both being "afab" and having gone through "female" puberty.

[inactiveaccount-lovendeepsecrets]

Domestic + Intimate Headcanons

*Minus Caleb only because his myth and cards aren't out yet, and I don't feel confident adding him when there's so much lore and little quirks we still don't know about him. I shall make a separate post for him if this goes well.

But Hi! This is my 1st hc so please go easy on me. I believe some of the bullet points on here are canon, but I can’t help talking abt how cute this all is 🫠 I'm not the best writer and I tried so hard to be impartial, but you can probably still tell where my bias lies LOL

As always these are just my opinions!!

tags: headcanon, fluff, mostly gender neutral, but these lean towards an afab + fem!reader, 18+

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Disclaimer: I personally think all of them like praise, body worship and are humungous eaters. If the specifications aren't noted under your fav LI, it's because I didn't want this too become too redundant!

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Rafayel

SFW

• Has definitely set up a date where you do that TikTok trend painting portraits of each other

• Hates the caricature you two posed for at the amusement park

• On more than one occasion you've (jokingly) threatened to frame said caricature at his gallery to shut him up during an argument

• Is an escape artist. He has a long history of being captured/on the run. It’s no wonder he could easily untie himself from your ropes

• I don't think we talk enough about how rich this man is, but I think he'd be quite into second hand fashion. Think runway archives, vintage designer pieces, custom couture, etc.

• Always drives over the speed limit

• Will never tease you during your art lessons with him

• THE best bf to take pictures of you for your social media accounts. He’d suggest different poses while contorting himself in odd positions on the ground just to get the perfect angle

• Sings you to sleep

• Surprisingly good at doing hair. If you need help dying, braiding, or putting your hair in rollers, he'd actually do a pretty good job.

• Created an entire album on his phone of candid photos he took when you weren't looking

• Also made a scrapbook of polaroids from all your scenic dates and vacations together, most of them are of you

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• He’s a mermaid. He is the motion of the ocean. The hip movements? Stamina? Best (and prettiest) dick game goes to him, I’m sorry.

• LOUD, noisy, and talkative. Starts to ramble when he’s close

• Wax play? [in the submissive]

• Nipple play [in the submissive]

• Edging + Milking

• I think his open vulnerability makes people think he’s more sub leaning, but some of it’s for show

• Because of your bond, he’ll submit; but he’ll do it in such a way that you’re right where he wants you to effectively make the switch

• Make no mistake, he doesn’t mind subbing from time to time. He loves seeing you on top of him, using his body. He feels a sense of accomplishment being a vessel for your pleasure

• There was a tweet that explained how Raf would be a bit of a bully as a dom, but in the best way (recommended read)

• Chuckles and coos at you after each of your orgasms

• Isn’t into watersports, but gets a massive ego boost if you squ*rt

• Is sometimes overly arrogant about toys, but is also so obsessed with you, that he made you get molds of each other on the rare occasions you’re apart for too long

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Sylus

SFW

• Has asked his private chef for a one on one culinary lesson to impress you with a home cooked meal

• A patron and secret lover of the arts. Dabbles in the opera, theatre and certain musicals

• He’s*slightly* better at drawing and singing than he lets on, but loves taking the piss

• This man is so funny, but his life and profession is all too serious, making the small moments of banter more precious for the both of you

• Will also hum to lull you to sleep

• Secret polyglot

• His way of ending petty arguments with you is by throwing you over his shoulder and going to bed

• Retail therapy connoisseur

• Surprisingly handy

• He of course, only likes visiting Linkon to see you, but also likes your apartment. While it’s microscopic in his eyes, he slowly understands what small things make a home feel cozy and tries to replicate that at his

• He’s intrigued by your self care sessions and will often indulge, joining in with the sheet masks, aromatherapy, massages and waxing (he likes the heat of the wax lol). He’ll put on a brave face and deny the pain, boasting about his high tolerance

• Spoils you in general, but especially when you’re sick or on your period

• Will carry you around just cause -much like a typical cat owner who loves to randomly pick up and cuddle their cat LOL

• Would buy out a restaurant for the night and have the orchestra play a medley of some of your favourite songs you’ve discovered from his record collection

• There’s really no such thing as small gestures with him

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• Marking

• Nipple play (giving and receiving)

• Blindfolds

• Certified munch; almost loves it more than penetrative sex

• AND HE 10000% HOLDS YOUR HANDS WHILE GOING DOWN ON YOU— WHY ISNT THIS WRITTEN MORE IN FICS

• Pleasure dom. He’s not sadistic or a bully when it comes to overstimulation (unlike Raf), he’s the very definition of “will talk you through it”

• Absolutely the type to coo at the sounds and faces you make. You could not look more adorable in his eyes

• Likes watching you solo

• Your satisfaction is his priority, so he’s not intimidated by toys. That being said, he definitely owns a remote vibrator

• Phone sex. No question

• In addition to phone sex, he bought those long distance bluetooth couple’s toys that sync up with each other so it’ll react to both of your movements in real time

• In the submissive, he really loves to see you in control of your own pleasure. He’ll encourage you to use him (eg face sitting, leg humping, cowgirl, etc)

• Slight masochist; those cuffs, paddles and chains are for him 😭 he’s curious to see how far you’ll go. By the end of it all, he’ll use his evol to free himself of whatever restraint he’s under

•As far as a degradation kink, I don’t see it for him, sorry. He adores you too much to call his sweetie a “slut”, “whore”, “filthy,” and so on

• Not as rough as he appears. Really the only time he’s rougher than he realises, is when he’s biting you

• If you want it more aggressive, you’ll have to ask. Even then, he’ll be cautious not to overdo it. The last thing he wants is to hurt you

• It’s canon he loves praise. Giving and receiving

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Xavier

SFW

• Low-key likes to carry you around and his fav way is by piggyback ride (loves being physically close to you and the way you cling to him)

• Will fast all day just for Hotpot or Brazilian steakhouse

• Is much better at baking than cooking

• Leaves you Post-it note love letters in places like mirrors, cabinets, and drawers, before he leaves after spending the night

• Unintentional comedian. He's sometimes taken aback by your laughter, but it only encourages him to keep talking just to hear it again

• He honestly loves sharing things with you; food, books, (his) hoodies, etc. He just doesn’t like sharing YOU

• Would plan a scavenger hunt date

• Is always playing coy because he knows it triggers your cuteness aggression

• The pettiest of petty when he's upset or threatened (look up his affinity lvl 140 video call)

• Sometimes stricter than Zayne when it comes to your health & recovery. He hates to see you over-exerting yourself after an injury and has scolded you before about taking it easy

• Loves to get ready for bed with you at the same time. Showering together, doing skincare together, brushing teeth together; whatever you’re doing he’s either tagging along or sitting there watching you

• When he’s spending the night, he can't fall asleep without you playing with his hair and holding hands

• Learned your favourite flower and has been secretly sneaking into Jeremiah’s greenhouse planting and tending to a small bush of them to gift to you whenever

NSFW

• Thigh job

• Mating press

• Morning sex, specifically morning head (f receiving)

• While going down on you, he def seems like the type to keep going after you’ve climaxed, but he slows down his movements, giving languid kisses to your center to help ride out the wave of pleasure vs intentional overstimulation (though he isn’t against that either)

• It seems that the consensus on here is that he's the best eater of the LIs? I don't necessarily disagree; I'm just not completely sure if that title goes to him quite yet

• The most primal and rough of the LIs. Hair pulling, choking (safely), spanking, leashes

• Also likes it when you’re rough with him

[I know I said I wasn’t confident making any hcs abt Caleb yet, but I have a slight hunch he rivals Xavier for most primal]

• Goes feral when you say his name

• This man is a dom, don’t let the puppy eyes and bunny ears fool you 💀

• He's not as noisy as he is talkative, especially during foreplay

• BOSSY

• I don’t put it past him to feel like he’s in competition with vibrators. He’d rather him use one on you, but knows he’s being irrational

• While he’s not really into feet, he’d suck toes during missionary to see how you’d react

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Zayne

SFW

• Alternatively to Sylus, this man is comprised of small gestures that snowball (hehe) over time. One more meaningful than the next

• While he respects and admires your independence, he needs you to need him. He’ll never vocalise it, but he feels most useful and accomplished when you ask for his help

• Won’t let you carry any bags when you’re out shopping, not even your purse

• Like Rafayel, he also has an album on his phone with pictures of mostly you. Though he feels odd taking your picture when you’re not looking, he’s snuck in a photo or two when you were looking particularly lively mingling with the people at his work event

• Knows your go-to orders at all of your fav restaurants by heart

• Stargazing dates. When either of you are out of town for a while and are catching up on the phone before bed, he’ll tell you to go outside and look at the moon

• After a long shift at work, he’ll kneel by your side of the couch waiting for you to embrace him, hugging and nuzzling your waist

• He also secretly loves being the little spoon

• Subscribed to a delivery service that sends you flowers on your birthday every year

• There’s something about Zayne that makes me think dogs absolutely LOVE him even though he’s not particularly fond of their energetic nature

• Spoils you rotten when you’re on your period. Full princess treatment; plushie heating pads, full body massages, raspberry tea, and hand feeding you snacks. Basically Dr Zayne turns into Nurse Zayne

• He’s more lenient with your cravings, letting you have a small portion of desserts or snacks only after you’ve finished your meal

• Loves your laugh but knows his dry wit won’t always work, so he’ll just tickle you if the joke doesn’t land

• Fell in love with you after the Drunken Intimacy card. It made him realise how much he likes holding you and tending to your needs

• Doesn’t even bother lecturing you about how bad high heels are for your joints and muscles anymore. He now keeps a pair of slippers in his car just in case you start to complain

• He can never resist the urge to kiss your cheek or forehead when he sees you’re fast asleep (Canon 🥹)

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• Has a weakness for lingerie, lace and stockings

• In the submissive, he’d be just like the kitty butler in his card -the goodest of good boys

• …Feet? I’m not sure if it’s anything freaky. Kudos to whoever clocked that for sub! Zayne months prior to the kitty butler quad banner

• Soft dom, but not as gentle as his voice lets on. He’s already a bit strict with you in your relationship, and he’s the same way in bed. How is he supposed to know what feels good if you don’t vocalise it?

• The only time he’s pretty rough with you is when you provoke him. But he checks in with you to make sure he isn’t being too hard

• Once he loses his control, he gets a tiny bit greedy too (“We’re not done here. Quitting halfway isn’t something I would do” —Silent Poem Secret Times)

• His methods of brat “taming” aren’t anything over the top or domineering. Though he enjoys spanking, he thinks there are better lessons he could teach you to combat your brattiness

• Has definitely gone down on you and stopped altogether right before you climax as a form of punishment

• Shibari + Hitachi -girl run!

• Ice play

• Nipple play (giving and receiving)

• The size of your chest doesn’t really matter to him, he just really likes to hold and massage them. It’s his favourite way to keep his hands warm

• This man is so good with his hands and in more ways than one. The placement and movement of his hands in the Nightly Rendezvous card sent me into orbit. The body worship he’d do is insane

• Needless to say he’s the best at fingering

• You’re irresistible to him. He breathes you into every kiss, deepening as your bodies continue to merge. There’s no sex without passion, even the “quickies”

• Quickies usually only happen when you’ve teased or provoked him too far during (or on your way to) an event. Otherwise, he likes taking his time with you

• He knows your body like the back of his hand. He’s memorised what triggers the sounds, faces, and jolts your body makes

• Much like Xavier, he loves to hear you cry out his name

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[whokilledsamara]

I love your Homicipher hc, they are so good! Would you be willing to do some N/ SFW for Mr. Chopped too? Like you did for some of the others? I understand if you don't want to or if it makes you uncomfortable, thank you anyway!

MR. CHOPPED N/SFW HCS

a hc list of Mr. Chopped x reader {an: SORRY GUYS IM POSTING MAINLY HCS RN,,, fics for me take a lot longer than usual so im just posting hcs to atleast get some reach.}

warnings! : smut, cunnilingus/blowjob, idk,,, cuckhold

{an: freaky shit,,,, like hes just a head so its kinda hard to fuck. did give him a section for IF he had a body.. MAINLY HIM GIVING HEAD,, i didnt rly know how to write this im sorry!! def will write more tho,,, im into him ngl}

SFW

what it would be like to be in a relationship with Mr. Chopped.

it would be relatively hard to be in a relationship with him for obvious reasons, though not impossible!

the thought of you makes him happy, and especially when you hold him.

he would have Mr. Silvair help most of the time. usually for the romantic aspects of things though.

while Mr. Silvair doesnt quite understand the relationship, he is glad to help.

being a talking head will obviously raise a few insecurities, so just reassure him that you indeed do love him! he gets his feelings hurt easily.

he absolutely loves when you play with his hair. if you put bows in it or decorate it, that will make it all the more special for him.

the first time he bit you when he was sleeping, had him crying for hours. he felt so bad that he harmed you in any way, and it took a while for him to "recover"

he loves kisses! he always shouts things like "Up, Up" or "Desire, Carry!" just so he can kiss you.

if you manage to get a hold of make up or something, he would absolutely love for you to do his makeup. {he likes to feel pretty}

he is a very sensitive boy, also a crybaby. how cuuuttteee...

if Mr. Silvair gives him a body, {ignore that one ending... we dont talk about it} then he wpuld be even more excited to see you.

the moment he gets a body would mean so many hugs and affection as a thank you for saving him.

he gets picked on a lot by the others so he usually tries his best to come to you.

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sex...?

sex is definitely a hard concept with him.

while yes, it is possible, just not in the way intended.

you could see him more as a pure object for your pleasure honestly, and he wants that.

whether you are amab or afab, he is perfect for the situation.

ive seen this referenced by another writer, but he would be like a "rose toy" or a "fleshlight" as people call it.

its a secret pleasure to watch you go at it with someone else. {ex: Mr. Silvair or someone.}

if he is gifted a body though, he definitely will pay you back for saving him in the first place.

personally he would be a soft and sensual lover with his new body, rarely going rough unless specifically asked to.

he is more of a giving top. definitely not dominant but is a top. he cares more about your pleasure than his. though, he does get all giddy when you wish to go down on his or something.

he is open to literally anything you want, he would have very few limitations on what he would do, but everything is open for discussion.

again, definitely either wants to watch you have sex with someone else, OR wants someone else to watch you and him go at it. {he would prefer Silvair.}

he definitely likes when you pull his hair or use him. will be submissive sometimes.

he is the type to cry during sex...

omfmg i love him sm

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

[monayen]

you said something about Nyon being one of the better head givers ... what about the rest of them ;3 ? maybe rank them PLZZZ - 🦋

Pussy Eatin' Headcannons (lol)

➷ Paring - Multi x Fem!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ CWs - explicit afab reader, oral (f. recieving) / cunnilingus, biting / marking, fingering

a/n - oh this is everything to me thank you for this ask. also throwing in the ratmen and satoru because i errr uhh CAN DO WHAT I WANT. i actually had a bit of a hard time ranking them specifically as i feel like #6-4 can be interchangeable if you think hard enough. but this is about eatin' pussy so have ur own thoughts frens

(from worst to best)

Tied for last place: Ratmen 3-5

These guys likely wouldn’t even know what to do with a pussy in their face

They’re used to rushed quickies, as they’re always afraid of being caught

Way too fast and sloppy when eating you out, leaves a mess of your own wetness all on their faces

It won’t be all that satisfying, so don’t expect to cum anytime soon. Because of that, they'll probably tap out after a while

They definitely prefer receiving head over giving it—after all, they’ll finish much faster than you. A shame, really

8. Micheal Jr

Like Ratmen 3-5, he lacks the time and experience to properly eat you out. The only reason he ranks higher is his sheer enthusiasm to do so

He wants you to squeeze your thighs around his face and tug his hair

Still messy and too quick, but with the right training and time, he might actually be decent at it. But that won't ever happen

7. Nyen

Rarely gives you oral which automatically puts him at a low spot

Which might be for the best, considering he ends up using too much teeth most of the time. Like he has literally bitten your clit before :(

His hands will also dig painfully into your hips and sides when he grasps onto you, which could make it hard to focus on the already sorta uncomfortable head

Definitely prefers fucking your throat and he’s clear about that

6. Randal

The neediest head you’ll ever receive. Laps you up like a dog and leaves you a sweaty, sticky mess

Loves come swallowing and is determined to lick up every last drop of wetness that leaks out of you

The 69 position is a must for him. Fucking your face while his tongue curls inside of you? The best (aside from actually fucking you)

"Head for head?” is something that unironically leaves his mouth way too often

Genuinely cannot get enough of it. Tires you out and still will stretch out his tongue for another round

Enough that it can actually be exhausting to deal with his constant need for your pussy to be in his face

Also bites, duh

5. Sebastian

Reluctant at first, wouldn't have ever propositioned if you didn't

Not because he thought it was gross or weird, just nervous to perform poorly and make a fool of himself

His inexperience makes him a bit awkward and clumsy, but his earnest desire to please you makes up for his lack of skill

Actually not bad at all when he gets into it though. Let his nerves settle and he’ll eat it like he's starving (which he is)

Likes for you to sit on his face and grind against him. Listen to his shaky whimpers against your flesh as he struggles to breathe properly. Don’t worry, he likes it!

4. Robert

Doesn't have an exact preference for giving or receiving, so a nice plus!

Again, he just has the similar problem the rest of the ratmen have: lack of time / opportunity

Though inexperienced, he’s much neater and more patient than his ratmen counterparts—not that it’s saying much, but it’s still an improvement

Has a tendency to nibble and gnaw at your skin, can get a bit too enthusiastic about it sometimes (ouch!)

Give him multiple tries to learn where the clit is, how to combo his tongue and fingers, and how to find a proper rhythm and I think he’ll do quite well :)

3. Satoru

Similar to Randal in how he loves to eat you out. Practically lives for it

He wants to try every single position possible (which is more than you think) and learn all the things that make your thighs shake

Never stops talking, even with his mouth full—mumbles against you, breathless words garbling out as he showers you with praise. He just can’t help it, you taste too good to stay quiet!

Again, can end up being a bit too much to handle if you're sensitive

A lot more accommodating than Randal though, if you need a break, he'll let you. It can be tiring to be folded with your legs in the air as he sucks on your overstimulated clit. You sweet thing ^^

2. Luther

Very delicate. Almost far too careful, treating you like a five course meal

Every part of you is so precious to him so he makes sure his long fingers and sharp teeth won't ever hurt you

His tongue likes to move in slow, deliberate strokes, thumb rhythmically rubbing against your clit as firm hands grip along your inner thigh

His ability to focus on a specific task means he’ll be down there for a while, so just keep your legs steady on his shoulders, pet ♡

1. Nyon

Gives the best head.

Doesn't complain, doesn't wait for you to initiate, isn't too fast or slow, knows all the right spots and patterns

He picks up on what you like quickly. Incredibly attentive to your tastes, loves to see you melt and moan when he eats you out just right

Secretly prides himself on making you come just from his mouth. Why shouldn't he? He tries very hard for you, Родная<3

Gets so much satisfaction from giving. Fully devoted to making you feel good until you’re completely spent

He doesn’t tend to ask for anything in return, content enough with just settling his face between your thighs. Ignore that wet spot on his crotch… you just get him so excited when you tug at his hair!

[jisungchan]

i'll like you!

pairing/au: yunho and afab/fem reader, nonidol! au general content/summary: unspoken romantic feelings, tension, years of no contact, strained childhood best friends, friendship rekindling, childhood home town, NO race specific descriptors (skin colour, hair texture, etc.), NO body type specific descriptors (size of reader body parts, weight, etc, BUT reader is alluded to being smaller than yunho in terms of general height.) genre: childhood friends to lover's trope, some angst (a stretch tbh), some fluff, smut

⚔︎ sexual content warnings (explicit): bigdick!yunho agenda, raw sex (do NAWT do this), he does pull out (AND THE PEOPLE CHEERED), riding, f!receiving and m!receiving oral, marking and biting, soft dom!yunho, kinda sub!reader, pet names, lmk if i forgot anything :D 

~5k word count nets: @mirohs-aurora-society and @illusionnet

a/n: secret santa event for @mirohs-aurora-society. this piece is dedicated to @kpop---scenarios , i hope you enjoy being wrecked (no pun intended) by yunho! <3

a/n2: i most def forgot to put a page break when i first posted this SORRYYY

the train ride going from the city to your hometown was always a peaceful one. hours sitting in the cushioned seat, stares between the landscape out the window and the book in your hands. sure, in reality the chairs weren’t that comfortable, and the scenery was sometimes dreary and grey, but lucky days like this… it’s perfect. 

even though it’s just a short, few hour trip to your countryside hometown, it’s still a journey you rarely take. with your life finally settling in the city, you hardly find the time to carve out of your busy schedule to visit your family. for the holidays this year though, you managed to take a week off for christmas and new years. this was time for you to fully relax away from all your responsibilities and spend some much needed time with your family back home.

when you finally arrive at the train station, you stand up to stretch your stiff limbs, idly standing to wait for the rush of the passengers to get off the train first. once the train cleared out, you stepped into the aisle, reaching up high to get your luggage store in the overhead. 

before you could even stand on your tip-toes to reach a bit higher, you felt a large presence behind you, grabbing your luggage before you could even react. and just as quickly as they came into your space, they left. 

shaking off the interaction, you wheel your suitcase off the train, stepping down onto the platform to be met with a warm, strong hug from your mother.

“y/n! i’ve missed you so much sweetie.” she says, grabbing your face in both of her hands and giving you a kiss on your head. you cover her hands with your own as you smile at her, 

“i’ve missed you too mom.” 

your mother drives you back home, to your real home. the house you grew up in from when you were born, to when you moved away. the oh-so familiar drive of snowy streets and dim light poles shines in your eyes as you approach your childhood home. you get in, put on some warmer attire, and decide to go for a walk. riding on a train in the same small seat for hours makes you want to reconnect with your limbs. 

you take the same route you used to when you were a child. weaving through the small, quaint neighbourhood you run into some familiar faces, all of which are more than happy to see you. it wasn’t until you reached one house in particular that your body froze up, despite all of your bundled layers. 

outside of the perfect, white picket fence house was none other than the very woman who has ran it, the very woman who raised the kid you used to be inseparable with, the very reason why this was your go-to favourite route. 

“y/n, i didn’t know you were back home too!” she waves for you to come closer as she hurries down her driveway to envelop you in a hug, similar to your own mother’s gestures earlier. 

“hi ma, it’s nice to see you.” you giggle, and then you remember her choice of wording, “wait, what do you meant, ‘too’?” 

“oh, you didn’t know? yunho just got back home today too! he went out somewhere with his father, he should be back soon.” she smiles, and right on time, the old 1950s cadillac pulls into the driveway as ma pulls you closer toward the house. 

“why don’t you come in and have some tea? we can all catch up!” she says excitedly, then rushing to go greet her soon, leaving you with no time to deny her offer. 

and there steps out yunho, your childhood best friend. the kid who taught you how to ride a bike, then a skateboard, then drive a car, likewise the kid who would make fun of you for being terrified of all three of those activities. also the same kid who dragged you out of the house at 2am to satiate his foodie cravings. while there are many fond memories of your friendship, there are also some more unpleasant ones. 

before you could think further about your history with yunho, the very man was standing right in front of you. you quickly greeted his father as he and ma went into their house, leaving you and yunho to bask in the awkwardness in the air.

“y/n…”

“yunho…” 

all it took was a strained muttering of each other’s names for the fog of tension to strangle around your throat, feeling the pressure of what to say next heavy on your chest. your mouth opened again to speak, but nothing came out. it seemed even yunho was speechless, which itself was a rare occurrence. 

“ma invited me in for tea.”

“is that so?” he questioned, looking you in the eye with a million and one thoughts in his mind, many of them questions unanswered. 

“yeah, can you just– can you just tell her i’m tired? that i’m heading home?” you pleaded, exhaustion becoming apparent on your face as your features sunk. the exhaustion was a mental one though, just a few minutes back in yunho’s presence and feelings you buried years ago are being unwillingly dug up from the depths of your heart. 

“no.”

“no…?” you confusingly utter back, a bit startled at his brash response. for all the years you’ve known yunho, you have never known him to be unmoving, even toward those who may have deserved it. you stutter over your next words, letters strung together to bind an incomprehensible sentence of mashed up words. this dazed thinking around him started once your friendship dwindled down into missed calls and hurried ‘heys,’ no longer sharing that same excitement around each other as once was. 

“just come in, y/n. don’t make things weird, okay? it’ll be fine.” and so you went, yunho ushered you to go in first as you made the stroll to his porch. the same decorations hung up from all those years ago, back when the world seemed so big. 

walking into the home also felt the same, the jeong’s signature house scent of warm sandalwood and vanilla hit your nostrils, as well as the aroma of freshly brewed tea sitting at the kitchen table. shimmying out of your shoes and bundles of warmth, yunho graciously took your coat and scarf to hang them on the rack. when you turned to start walking toward the table, you felt his arm wrap around your shoulders, forearm firmly resting on your collarbones, holding you in pace. honestly, he could have just brushed his fingertips along your arm, and you would have stopped dead in your tracks. 

frozen in place, you feel the blush rise up your body, spreading across your cheeks in a pinkish hue. the way he stills behind you feels eerily familiar, but when he places his hand atop of your head to pull your hair off, all tangible thoughts leave your mind. and when he smooths out your hair from your hat, it takes everything in you to keep a straight face as his parents are in front of you, mindlessly chatting away. finally, he releases you, and only when he comes from around you to loop his hand around your wrist do you move, pulling you to take a seat at the table. 

“i made your favourite tea, y/n! i remember how much you loved it, and i would make a fresh pot every time you came over.” ma giggles as she kindly pours the steeped hot water into your teacup, the same one which has been delegated as yours. 

“thank you, ma. it’s even better than i remember.” you smile as you sip the warm-hot tea, letting the mixture coat your throat in a soothing stream. his parents engaged you in a simple conversation, asking what you’ve been up to, your job, where you’re staying, and all of the other catch up questions. 

some time passes by, tea is long gone, and yunho has barely spoken a word. it’s mostly you and his parents conversing back and forth, with him sitting back and observing. as you’re busy in the mixed feeling of the nostalgia of your childhood and the excitement of your new life, yunho is stuck in the past. his own mind is filled with thoughts of you when you both were young, carefree, and only focused on the feeling of sneaking out late to go on a drive. yunho still remembers the way your hair would flow in the wind when you would stick your head out the window. you let the breeze flutter your eyelashes like butterflies and hair cascade back even more beautifully than a waterfall, even all the way back then yunho saw you as his world. in his eyes, you were so perfect that even god up above took inspiration from your beauty, creating the world from your very image. nothing or no one can compare to you, especially now as you sit, catching up with his parents as if they were your own, which they practically were. he adored the way his mother doted on you, and how his father saw you as the daughter he never had. his whole life was in front of him, and he wanted to take it all in to never forget it. he hasn’t seen you in years, who’s to say the next time you’ll sit down in his home, let alone see you again?

losing track of even more time, you glance down at your watch to see the time has quickly passed. look out the front room window, you see the night has turned pitch black. you get up, mentioning how you better get home before it gets too late and your mother worries too much. his parents stand with you, walking you toward the food as you put your belongings back on, preparing yourself for the still and chill of the late, snowy night. 

“yunho, walk her home! it’s too late for a lady to walk by herself!” ma says, pushing yunho by his shoes, ushering them to quickly put them on to get you home. all that comes from him is a small chuckle and an “okay, mom,” completed with a playful eye roll. after your final goodbyes to his parents, along with a (forced) promise to see them again before you go back to the city, you and yunho embark on your 30 minute walk back to your home. 

for the first 15 minutes, there was silence. not a word had been spoken directly to each other since you first saw him in his driveway. at this point in the walk, you pass by a convenience store, you tug on yunho’s sleeve and motion toward the store. you both turn to walk into the shop, still silent, enveloped in a stiff warmth and fluorescent lighting. 

you head in and grab some of your favourite snacks, making sure at least one is hot to munch on for the rest of the way back home. you meet back up with yunho at the register, where he wordlessly pays for your snacks. you thank him as you both take a seat at the bench in the front of the store, opening the bag to eat. 

all that could be heard was the crunches and swallows from the break, you and yunho are separated by the ‘thank you’ bag between you two on the bench. eventually, you decide to break the silence. 

“yunho, what have you been up to?” albeit, you were a bit nervous asking, he has barely spoken to you, but it’s also been years since your last encounter, and you can’t really blame him for acting a bit distant, especially since you are too. 

back before you left, your friendship with yunho was already near its end. the future you both always dreamed of for yourselves was coming near, and so it lessened the time you spent together. when you were kids, the world was nothing but your toy to play with, you both would do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted, with no thoughts of what the next day would bring. with age though, comes time to think a bit more about your future. as things in each of your personal lives got more serious, your bonding time took a huge hit as there was just not enough time in a day. what yunho didn’t know was your underdeveloped feelings for him. it wasn’t until you moved away when you realised that everything you did together in your mind was romantic masked as platonic. the way you would go out of your way to include him in everything, even your own celebrations did not feel complete without him by your side. the way you immediately felt at ease near him, whenever you had a tough day, you could count on going over to yunho’s to lay on the couch in his basement, feeling the tension leave your body the moment you felt his arms around you. the way when he got his first girlfriend you had an overwhelming sense of dread and jealousy, feelings you thought were just because you didn’t want to be seen as the stereotypical girl best friend in love with her best friend. 

well, his relationship with her didn’t last long. you weren’t sure why, but you didn’t question it when yunho called you over to hang out as soon as they broke up. 

so to go from unplanned hangouts to barely being able to spend 15 minutes alone together is a big difference, and both of you were feeling the weight of it. 

“i moved to the city, got into the career field i always dreamed of, got my own place, my own car. living the dream i guess you could say.” he gives a half-assed smile as he looks down at his hands. to anyone else, he’s right that he’s ‘living the dream,’ but you know it’s far from what he wanted when he was younger. 

“you don’t sound too sure, it’s okay to still want more, or even something different.” you offer as a small piece of condolence. 

“hah, it’s okay… i’ll be complete soon now.” he finishes his sentence as he looks up from his hands. his eyes want to meet yours, but he can’t bring himself to do it. you both get up, stuffing the plastic bag with the wrappers and leftovers from your small snack. the rest of the way back to your place is still quiet, but the comfortable silence you once shared before the reality of the world settled in. it was nice to be back in yunho’s presence, and you could have sworn he’s walking a bit closer next to you.

finally arriving at your own driveway, yunho stands at the edge, seemingly waiting for you to get in the house before he walks off back to his own. 

“come in, i’m sure you’re hungry.” you smile as you tug his arm in a similar way to how he looped his hand around your wrist, dragging him to your front door.

after getting in and removing your outerwear, you find a note at the kitchen counter. 

“i had to run out for a bit to pick up some stuff for your stay. i’ll be gone for a few hours, there’s plenty in the fridge to make yourself something to eat! love, mom.” 

you chuckle as you show yunho the paper, he sits down on a stool opposite of you. 

you start rummaging through the fridge and pantry, eventually finding all the right ingredients to make yunho’s favourite dish. 

“how about that, remember how you used to eat an entire pot of this?” you laugh, reminiscing about him forcing you to make this meal on cold nights like this. 

“yes, and now i can’t wait to do it again.” he laughs back, getting up to help you in the kitchen. he goes to the sink, rolling up his sleeves to wash his hands. you can’t help but watch as the water flows down his palms, dripping off the tips of his fingers. he turns to dry his hands as soon as you snap your head the other direction, suddenly very interested in the produce in front of you.

the faint sound of music playing from a record player fills the gaps between your banter and the chops and plops of cooking. it doesn’t take long before everything is done, and all that is left is to let the meal simmer for a bit in the oversized pot. you tell yunho you’ll be back, deciding to run into your room to change as you’re still in your travel clothes. 

yunho makes himself busy in the kitchen, he hears the shower start and finally settles on sitting at the couch. on the coffee table in front of him lies a few photo albums, and he flips through them. among the family photos are countless with him in them. every birthday party, he was right next to you as you blew the candles out your cake. when you got the decision email from your dream school, which you got a scholarship to, he was right next to you, his hand over yours on the mouse. when your favourite aunt got married and he went as your date, your attire matching as you danced together on the dance floor. every moment of your life where he didn’t belong, you made him belong. 

back in your room, you’re still draped in a towel as you search through your drawers to find some comfy clothes to wear. you’re dressed in your underwear, preparing to put on some lotion, when you hear a knock at the door that startles you, causing you to drop the jar in your hands onto the floor. then, yunho bursts through the door. 

“are you okay?” he asks worriedly, scanning around the room until his vision lands upon you, in just your underwear sitting on the foot of your bed. he darts his eyes downward, now landing on the jar of lotion, laughing as he puts it together that he was worried over just a jar of lotion.

he gets down on one knee before you, gently placing your leg atop his thigh. he picks up the jar to take a scoop out and spread it over your shin, massaging the shea butter into your freshly showered skin. 

you stammer, again trying to conform sounds into an understandable sentence, but nothing comes out. this time, yunho takes note of your speechlessness. 

“it’s okay, this is the least i can do for you.” 

he finishes moisturising your right leg, and switches its place with your left leg, similarly working the moisture in. as he reaches up toward your upper thigh, it’s ever so prevalent on your body the toll it's taking from him being so close to you, especially in your current state. 

“you know, i’ve been meaning to apologise to you for so long now…” he sighs, now. he’s massaging both of your thighs as he speaks to you. 

“for what?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

“shhh, it’s okay. just let me talk to you.” and you don’t need to be told again, so you let him speak his mind.

“i’m sorry for not reaching out to you all these years. i’m sorry for letting our friendship go when i could have saved it. and i’m most sorry for not making you my first girlfriend.” his words are filled with genuine angst, but his eyes can’t help but swirl with something you can’t quite decipher. 

“it’s okay, yunho, but i’m not quite sure what you mean.” this time when you speak to him, he looks up to meet you in the eyes. and now, you can clearly see how he is feeling:

he’s yearning.

you know yunho inside and out, you have been able to read him like a book for your entire life. you know what he looks like when he’s feeling upset, angry, even blissful. however, you have never seen him with such a deep feeling of want and desire, let alone for someone, especially that someone being you. 

“all these years, all those years, i dreamed about you being by my side.” he gets up from his knees, hovering over you before leaning back down to trap you between his arms. 

he crawls the both of you further back onto the bed as he continues to express his feelings.

“earlier, when you asked me about my life?” you nod, watching as his breath grows heavier, his silver cross dangling above your face. “with you by my side, i’ll be complete, my ultimate dream will come true.” 

you shudder as his sudden and heavy confession settles into your mind. all these years, he’s felt the same as you, if not even stronger. all the past few years of yunho’s absence is starting to dissolve, and you’re brought back to your younger self who was in love with him, she still lives inside you as the feelings are lit aflame. 

“please, y/n, tell me you love me too.” he pleads, his face now mere inches above yours, you see his eyebrows lightly furrowed and the look of pure desperation on his face. 

“i’ve loved you since then, and i’ll love you forever.”

that was all yunho needed to hear before finally closing the gap between your lips and his. all the daydreaming about how his lips would feel are put to shame as you now have the real thing. he takes one of his hands to hold your cheek, his large hand covering the entire length of your face. his kiss is littered with little nips and tongues rushing to explore each other. you feel his weight shift as he places a knee between your legs, pressing against the seat of your underwear. you gasp slightly as he applies even more pressure, grinding small movements making you squirm. he leans back from the kiss to swipe your bruised lips with his thumb, pushing it past your slightly parted lips. you circle around his thumb as he keeps pushing it in further as you suck and lick at it playfully. he watches your movements with a soft groan, holding himself back for the moment being. 

but, feeling as inpatient as you were, you push his face back into yours as you swat his hand away, going back to an even more heated makeout session. you arch your back further into his touch, allowing him to reach behind you to unclip your bra. the once very calculated yunho turns inpatient himself, moving his knee back and flipping your positions. you find yourself sat on top of his lap, quickly feeling his hardon pressed perfectly between your folds. you lean forward to kiss him again, this time reaching your hands down his shirt to lift it off him, only taking a brief second to go back to tasting his lips. your nails run up and down his torso, lightly scratching his chest and abs as you wander further down to the button of his jeans. as you unzip his pants, his hands go under your panties to feel your hips, showing his strength as it only takes him a light tug to rip your underwear in half, he throws them off to the side to leave you completely bare on top of him. 

he finally gets hold of his own waistband, he helps you pull his jeans and boxers down in one go as he dick springs up to slap against his stomach. he’s sat up against the headboard, hands lazily rubbing your hips and pulling them forward. his lips are swollen and his breath pushed through his parted lips. his eyes are heavy with desire, hair messily tousled across his forehead. you take in this sight before you, one you could have only imagined in your wildest dreams. but now, those dreams are becoming a reality. 

you sit up higher on your knees, grabbing yunho’s throbbing red-hot erection and hovering over it. you slowly start to sink down, body filled with excitement and a bit of nervousness. yunho lets you go at your own pace, allowing you to go at your own pace and not rush you. eventually, you bottom out, leaning forward to the crook of his neck to breathe properly. he rubs your back and soothes your breathing.

“you’re doing so–hah–so good.” he tells you, but you can feel him starting to get antsy, and so are you. 

you sit back up, placing your hands on his shoulders as you start to slowly bounce up and down on his cock, feeling his long shaft and veins drag up and down your walls. you feel the tip gently graze and poke every time you sink down further and further. getting used to the initial stretch, you start to move a little quicker, and are motivated by the grunts coming from yunho underneath you. 

“fuck, y/n, just like that.” he groans out, his hands on your hips now bouncing you faster and faster and faster. 

“yu, you’re so big.” you cry out, head falling in his chest. he takes control again and starts thrusting up into you. all you can hear is the slapping of your skin together and the squelch coming from your arousal mixing. you start to clench as you feel his movements picking up speed and force. 

“you feel so good, baby, better than i ever imagined.” you moan as he punctuates the remark with an especially hard thrust up, making you choke out on your words. 

you sit back up again and start to match his motions, adding in small grinds in desperation to feel some friction on your clit. seeing your efforts, yunho moves one of his hands to it, circling in firm shapes to expedite your pleasure. he leans up to kiss love bites all over your neck, shoulders, and chest. marking you blue and purple for people to see for days. 

“you’re mine, y/n. you-you know that right? i can’t let you go again.” yunho almost whimpers out. you can hear the yearning in his voice, and it makes you even wetter to see the man himself so desperate for you.

all you can manage to do is nod your head rapidly as you feel your own release nearing. the way he’s moving so constantly with both his hands and his dick, along with his newly confessed feelings still weighing on your mind, makes your head spin and clit throb. 

“need to feel you cum around me, can you do that for me? i’ve waited so long, wanna feel that pretty pussy when she cums baby.” your eyes hit the back of your skull when the right combination of his motion, friction, and words hit you. you clench around him and feel a gush of your arousal come out. you moan out as your release hits you, riding out your orgasm as yunho uses all his strength to hold back.

though it hasn’t been long for either of you, all the years of longing and hidden feelings make the experience ten times more intense. 

when you’ve come down, and just as he’s close, yunho pulls you off of him, even though your mind is clouded with lust, he still has some sense of reality as he tries to finish himself off. you replace his hands with your own, swatting them away as you stroke his length. you spit on the head, watching it mix with his precum and ooze out down his shaft. you bury your head down to give kitten licks at the slit, making him hiss as he tangles his hands in your hair. you let him control your head movements as you feel him push down down down. 

his tip pokes at the back of your throat as you’re determined to take all of him. he doesn’t really give you much choice in the matter as he’s so caught up in the warmth of your mouth to think about anything else. you run your hands back up his abs and caress his stomach as you feel his ragged breathing.

“fuckfuckfuck,” was all the warning yunho gave you before finally releasing in your mouth. you feel his seed sticky down your throat, and as you start to pull him out he sputters more in your mouth. you stick your tongue out and slap the tip against it, he has a few more pumps spread across your lips as he finally calms down. you lick your lips clean and swallow the rest in your mouth, albeit a little sore. 

yunho is quick to recover, laying you back down on the bed, and crawling down between your legs. 

“let me return the favour, pretty.” he dives between your legs with full force. he wastes no time on teasing as he indulges in the taste of you. he tongue moves from licking your clit to prodding at your clenching hole. his lips wrap around your throbbing bud in haste as he sucks and nibbles lightly. 

you look down just as he takes his hand to join his mouth. he expertly pushes two fingers in, immediately causing you to moan out as you feel him all over. he takes his free hand to push your hips down, locking you down on the bed. 

his lips continue to lick up everything you have to offer, and again it does not take you long to have your second orgasm of the night.

yunho climbs in bed and pulls you onto his chest, and again, no words are spoken, none need to be. everything which has been bubbling up for your entire lives has been dealt with now. you both were once kids with no thoughts for the future, but for the first time since you have met, you anticipate tomorrow.

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Show Me Your Darkness (Sauron x Jewel Smith!Reader)

Summary: Keeping the mask of the Lord of Gifts in tact was more of a task than he had expected. Especially around you. His surprise beloved, one he may value even more than his rings or power. And you loved to test him. Push his affection to its limits. So what happens when he lets you finally get under his skin?

This is a present for my dearest @kaelatargaryen, hope you enjoy!

TW: She/Her pronouns, afab reader, elven reader, no specific descriptions of reader, hints of cnc, mental manipulation (it is Sauron), predaror/prey dynamic, primal play, p in v sex, fingering, innuendo, profanity, Sauron being a little gentle and sweet (who knew).

Words: 4877

Eregion was your home, and it had been for most of your adult life. Your interest in the intricacies of jewel-craft were what brought you to its capital, Ost-in-Edhil. But it was your talent that had made you stay.

The forge was the pride and joy of the city, the heart of everything it was. And you had spent the longest time honing your craft under its master, Celebrimbor. Working at his side, day in day out, to craft all the jewels he needed for whatever creation is mind brought to the world.

Celebrimbor valued you so much, he had even tasked you with perfecting the stones he had eventually placed into the three Elven rings.

So, it was no surprise that you had been one of the first to meet Annatar.

The Lord of Gifts had been a surprise to say the least, but to have another to learn from? You weren’t going to pass on such an opportunity.

Months under the tutelage of Annatar had meant you were rarely not in his presence. His intense stare as you worked, which had once perturbed you, now made you confident.

Not that you needed any mentoring, but it was an easy enough excuse to remain at his side.

But he watched you as if you were the most fascinating person in the room and it was almost impossible not to preen under that gaze. Though it never stopped you from getting in few jabs about how often he would stare.

“Surely you know how to do this already, my Lord?” you asked, as you finished polishing another gemstone for Celebrimbor’s rings.

Annatar gave you a look you had become quite used to. Not frustrated, but almost like he was hiding a laugh whilst trying to remain unimpressed.

“I do, but seeing someone as talented as you work is quite fascinating.”

You went back to the gem, checking it under the light before placing it in a small box along with the others.

Having someone watch you made you work harder on normal days, having someone like Annatar watch you made you strive for perfection.

You didn’t quite know when your relationship with Annatar had become something else, but it had.

He would stand impossibly close as you worked, his chest almost against your back. Sometimes you swore he would whisper in your ear on purpose.

As for you, it had become your turn to stare. Not realising it, but it had soon become impossible to tear your eyes from him as he worked at the forge.

The way the flames would illuminate the golden tone of his hair. And just how good he looked as he moulded the metal to his design.

The foundations of your relationship, however, hadn’t changed. Annatar still found you fascinating and you still welcomed his tutelage.

But now you spent more time at his side away from the forge. From his chambers to yours and most places in between. You saw a side of him most did not.

And because of this, you rarely understood why so many other smiths would look at him with something akin to fear. Like it was rude to so much as look at him for more than a second.

You understood that he was a messenger of the Valar and that was a status of reverence, but that was all you saw. To you, he was now a teacher, a friend and a lover.

Even his outbursts of frustration in the forge barely phased you. Where another smith would jump and hurry to fix whatever the issue was, you rarely did.

If anything, you would tease him more for it.

Today was yet another day of frustration for Annatar. The rings were not progressing quite as he hoped. The Mithril was a sensitive ore, needing the right amount of heat and pressure before it would mould as needed.

He tried to remain composed, to temper the fire within that threatened to burn hotter than the forge he was now staring into.

You watched from your workstation, settled on a balcony above the forge. Watched how his hands clenched and unclenched on the hammer in his hands. How the muscle in his jaw twitched as he tried to hold back his anger.

It was almost too tempting. The urge to tease and taunt him grew the longer you watched.

You knew it wasn’t just the Mithril that had Annatar on edge.

He was entirely obsessed with the rings, something you had never tried to delve further into. It was something you knew was his, and his alone. But it was his pursuit of perfection that was the true source of his ire.

In the evenings, when he would finally lay in bed next to you, he would allow himself to rant. About how the other smiths couldn’t seem to understand what it was he wanted, or how important it was that these rings were perfect.

And you would listen. Knowing your usual teasing wasn’t what he needed right then. But watching him now, you realised just how ridiculous it all seemed.

Descending the winding stairs, you soon arrived at his side with a smile.

“Your jaw will set like that if you do not relax, my lord,” you tapped the sharp edge of said jaw, and you were sure you could see it twitch further.

Most of the other smiths seemed to have made quick exit, though some still lingered in the periphery. Any that did remain, seemed to be watching Annatar with a wary gaze.

“I have no time for your teasing today,” Annatar snapped back, not taking his eyes away from the molten metal before him.

But you were not yet in a mood to let it go. The other smiths now watched in curiosity. Aside from Celebrimbor, you were the only one that never seemed phased by Annatar’s quick change in mood.

“You have scared the rest the smiths away with your sulking, how are you going to get anything made now?” you continued, tilting your head to force his gaze on you.

You could see the way his eyes flashed at your words, but he still didn’t look at you.

Was it worth the risk to push him? Absolutely.

Your hand reached for his arm, putting just a little force on it to turn him to you. Annatar wasn’t one for excessive physical contact, especially in public, so this was yet another way to prod at him.

To your surprise, he turned and finally looked at you. But he didn’t soften as he usually did. It was one thing for you to taunt him in private, tease him for his fiery outbursts. It was another for you to do so with an audience.

You met his gaze, holding it for as long as you could. His stare was piercing, like he was reading your very soul. And the anger that simmered behind it was palpable. But you were in too deep now.

“Staring at me will get you nowhere, Annatar.”

That got him. You could see it in the tight set of his mouth. And when his hand darted out and grasped your arm, you knew you truly had pushed his limit.

“Do not test me,” he hissed, his voice low enough for only you to hear.

That tone would usually cause any other in his presence to wither and run. But you knew him deeper than frustration and anger.

“You cannot scare me like the others,” you replied, though your heart began to beat just a little faster than before.

“I dare say I am not afraid of you at all.”

His hand tightened on your arm for just a second. You could see the waves of emotions behind his eyes. Surprise, frustration, calm.

The mask returned, his hand loosening and freeing your arm.

But you knew you had crossed a line when he leaned in and whispered into your ear.

“Then I shall show you how fearsome I can be, my dearest.”

Those words lingered in your mind for the rest of the day. The veiled threat had sent a shiver down your spine.

Annatar had never made you truly fear him, you knew deep down he wouldn’t cause you any harm. But there was a curiosity now. How was he going to show you?

You half expected a knock on your chamber does that evening, but it never came.

A few hours passed and you simply waited. But still nothing. The sky was entirely dark outside, and you could no longer hear movement from the forge in the distance, meaning most of the others had likely gone to their own beds.

Elves like yourself didn’t often need rest, but working in the forge hour after hour to craft the rings with your fellow smiths had begun to bring forth exhaustion more often than usual.

So, it wasn’t long before you turned to your own bed yourself. Sleep found you quickly enough and your mind soon slipped into your dreams.

Annatar also let your words linger in his mind. He was aware you didn’t fear him as others did, he didn’t want you to.

You were his love, one of few he held true affection for. You should not have cause to fear him. But to have you so openly mock how others feared him. That he couldn’t stand for.

He heard the city around him quieten down and he allowed himself to seek out your mind. This wasn’t something he did often, he cared for you enough to want to show you respect.

But he also wanted to prove a point.

To not make others question his authority, to not make him appear soft. Because all of that was saved only for you.

He relaxed into his chair, letting the silence of the city wash over him. Letting the tendrils of his mind reaching out to seek out yours. It wasn’t long until he found you, your mind as familiar to him as the rest of you now.

To his luck, you were dreaming. Your mind entirely relaxed and primed for the taking. He let himself linger silently for a moment, waiting for the right doorway in. And Annatar thankfully didn’t have to wait long.

Your dream was a gentle one. Just you, alone and walking in the lush forests that surrounded the capital. They were one of your favourite places, aside from the small lakes pocketed throughout Eregion. You found peace there, so it made sense you would seek them out in your dreams.

Annatar let his dream self follow you, a silent shadow that you weren’t yet aware of. He couldn’t reveal himself too soon, where would be the fun in that.

You wandered at the forests edge now, hands running over the leaves and flowers. Soon, he thought himself.

He let you feel his presence, just a little. Like a whisper in your ear or a breeze on your neck. He could see you turn, as though searching for something that wasn’t there.

Now was his chance.

He whispered your name, letting the words weave into your dream. Your head whipped from side to side, frantically searching for the source of the invasion. Now he just needed you to listen and obey.

“Come to me…” he whispered, his voice swirling around you now as his hold on your dream became stronger.

“Come to me…you need to remember I am to be feared…”

You jolted awake. Cold sweat on your brow and goosebumps on your arms and neck. He had warned you, you supposed. A warning you were now taking very seriously.

His presence in your mind still lingered, tugging you to follow it to wherever it lead you. You had known, as a messenger of the Valar, that Annatar had abilities you could rarely comprehend. But he made a point to not often use them on you.

But he did seem to have a point to prove.

You slipped a robe over your nightgown and chose some light boots over slippers. The image of the forest edge still swirled in your mind’s eye, and you could only guess that was where he intended for you to go.

The city was quiet as you crossed the gate threshold, a little too quiet. It had to be Annatar’s doing. All part of the plan, you imagined.

The journey to the forest was thankfully fast, but the nervous flutters in your stomach began to mount the closer you came. And as soon as you began to see the trees, you immediately felt his presence.

Yet no matter where you looked, you couldn’t see him.

Annatar could see your figure just ahead of where he hid. The soft palette of your nightgown and robe standing out against the night’s sky.

He remained shadowed by the forest, but he let himself return to your mind. His voice a little firmer than it had been in your dream. He had no plans to entirely reveal his truth to you yet. He didn’t quite know how the revelation of his true identity would go, and he hoped he wouldn’t truly scare you off.

As if defying his own assumptions of himself, he was quite fond of you.

Annatar could see you searching for him and he smiled when he saw the disappointed drop in your expression when you failed.

He took that moment to let his voice return to your mind.

“I am here, my darling, but this is not to be a sweet endeavour…”

His voice made you stop in your tracks, instinctively returning to searching the forest line for him.

“This is going to be a little game,” his spectral voice whispered, beginning to pace in the shadows as you began to walk down closer.

“You will try to escape me, and it will be an easy task if you find me so unthreatening.”

He saw the way your brows furrowed at his teasing, but he could feel the obedience in your mind. You continued to walk into the forest, as if knowing exactly what he wanted you to do.

Your eyes still darting side to side to seek him out, but to no avail. You could feel his familiar presence, and something in the back of your mind was telling you to run.

But when you didn’t move, Annatar decided you needed a little push.

“Run, my dear. Run as fast as you can…”

Those words echoing in your mind sent a thrill up your spine. Maybe you should fear him, the forests weren’t exactly a place for romance. But there was something exciting about the whole thing…

So you started to run.

Annatar gave you a head start, watching your figure disappear deeper into the darkness of the forest. He kept his hold on your mind, following the path you took.

This was going to be a chase on his terms. While he had every intention to chase you down the ‘natural’ way, he was going to give himself a little advantage.

He walked through the trees, following the path he had seen in your mind. You were far enough ahead that he couldn’t see you, but he could feel you.

Though as the trees thickened, he began to break into a run himself. Closing some of the distance between you both. Urging you down the path into the centre of the forest.

Neither of you knew how long you had been running and Annatar had been chasing. But the night had truly fallen over Eregion now, the only light was the occasional stream of the moonlight between the trees.

Annatar had been a silent presence in your mind for the most part. Reminding you that he was always behind you, that you had yet to escape him.

Was there a little fear in you now? Yes, but not that he would harm you. It was a nervous, excited fear, for the anticipation of what he would do if he caught you.

“Run faster, sweet girl…”

The sudden voice almost made you jump. He had been silent in your mind for long enough that you nearly stumbled over a root when he spoke.

You gripped your dress in your hands and willed your legs to move faster. Though a small part of you wanted to get caught.

Annatar could feel the little flickers of nervous excitement. The way your instincts seemed to be on edge whenever you heard a sound that could or couldn’t be him gaining on you.

The centre of the forest was close, and he began to veer your mind to follow the path to it. No one really knew where the small clearing had come from, but it was ideal for his endgame.

And when he saw you slow down as the trees began to thin, he couldn’t hide his smirk as he returned to hiding in shadows.

The confusion was clear on your expression and when he didn’t show himself, Annatar could see the emotion devolve into something akin to fear. You began to turn in slow circles, searching the treeline for him again.

“Annatar?” you called out, and he could now hear the worry colouring your tone.

He waited, just a little longer. Until the nervousness began to morph slowly into fearfulness. Annatar could hear the thoughts in your mind.

Had he even chased you? Was this your punishment for embarrassing him in the forge?

All those thoughts began to whir in your mind until he could feel you sinking into panic. That was his moment.

“I am here, my dear…and it seems you are caught?”

Your mind was so lost to worry that you weren’t even considering that you could have just run on through the clearing and away. Your eyes flitted to where you thought his voice was coming from, peering out into the darkness for any sign of him.

Annatar edged closer to the light, letting his soft grey robes shift into something a little darker. Something more…him.

As your back turned to him, he walked forward. Taking advantage of your state of unawareness and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Now you are most certainly caught.”

You stilled in his arms, the sudden presence behind you putting you back on edge.

Something about him felt different. Darker, sinister. And you found yourself curious.

When you remained silent, Annatar spoke again.

“I can feel your fear, right here,” he whispered, tapping your temple.

You could hear his smirk, and you shivered as his cheek pressed against yours.

“I know you won’t hurt me,” you answered, and Annatar found himself surprised that was what you chose to say.

His lips ghosted against your cheek.

“I do not want you to fear harm, darling. But I want you to understand something…”

Only now did he move to stand in front of you. And he watched as you took in his appearance, noting the quick smile that pulled at your lips.

“Understand what? Do you wish me to fear you as the other smiths do?” you asked, trying to take a step closer.

But Annatar held his hand up to you, stopping you still.

“I want you to know the truth, about me.”

He knew he would need to reveal himself sooner or later. He could only hope you wouldn’t actually run in fear from him.

You nodded your head for him to continue.

“I am no messenger of the Valar, and I wager the fear the other smiths comes from some instinctual feeling.”

You frowned. “So you lied to me?”

Annatar sighed. Closing the distance and tilting your head up to look at him.

“For your own safety, nothing more,” he answered, which only added to your confusion.

Annatar ran his thumb over your lower lip, letting his presence in your mind return. Letting images of his true self flick through. Showing was easier than telling.

Morgoth’s crown. The darkened fortress of Angband and his master. All the death and destruction that forever followed him. He could feel the recognition in your mind.

“Sauron…you are he?”

He nodded, preparing to have to stop you from leaving. But he didn’t feel fear in your mind. There was nervousness, yes, but not fear. Not of him anyway.

“Do you fear me now?” he asked, pressing his forehead to yours.

He could hear the thump of your heartbeat. The nervous excitement returning. And he felt the soft exhale of a laugh from your lips.

“Do you wish me to, my Lord Sauron?”

What a dangerous game you continued to play, even now daring to taunt him. But instead of annoyance, he found himself enjoying it.

The hand on your chin slid down to your throat, his free hand returning to your waist as he span you back around. His chest pressed hard against your back.

His lips were against your cheek as he spoke.

“Oh, you play dangerously now, darling,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the spot just beneath your ear.

The hand on your waist began to roam, across your stomach and up to nestle just under your chest.

The low rumble of his voice combined with the heat of his hand had arousal settling deep in your belly. The lingered threat in his tone should have scared you, but it only excited you more.

“All across Middle Earth, the name Sauron is said in hushed tones. I am shadow and despair, yet you seek to mock my very nature?”

Your head leaned back against his body, the hand on your throat tightening just enough to hold you still against him. The other beginning to palm at your breast through the thin fabrics of your gown and robe.

His lips taking the lobe of your ear between them, tugging at it just enough to pull a sigh from your throat.

“You should be trembling in fear at my very presence, instead you are dripping with need, like a wanton little whore…”

The hand on your breast moved down painfully slowly, gripping your gown and robe to bunch it in his grip. The hand on your throat released you, only to move to cup your throbbing heat.

“Does the thought of being claimed by the Dark Lord himself make you desperate, my dear?”

You could barely form enough of a coherent sentence to answer him, but you tried. You wanted him, more than you feared you had ever desired anyone. Even when he masqueraded as Annatar, there had always been a deep-seated darkness within him when he would take you to bed.

And you wanted to see more of that darkness up close.

“Yes…” you sighed you, your body arching to chase the hand between your thighs.

Sauron chuckled against your skin; his lips now pressed against the column of your neck.

“Yes, what?” he growled out, teeth scraping against your pulse.

A rush of need went down your spine, flooding your veins as the combination of his words and touch had your mind in overdrive.

“Yes…my lord…”

The hand between your thighs finally began to offer you some relief. Long fingers shifting to slip beneath your undergarments. The pads of the digits beginning to circle your pearl just fast enough to pull your already prolonged release closer.

“Good girl,” he smiled, kissing your shoulder softly, “Now, I caught you and I wish to claim my prize.”

He held you gently as he brought you down to lie on the ground. But the new position gave you a chance to properly look at him again. To finally take in the subtle changes between Annatar and Sauron.

The black suited him more than grey, you thought to yourself. Your thoughts were cut short when he knelt between your legs, pushing them wider apart as he now hovered over you.

Your hand came up to tug him down, curling around the back of his neck. Sauron complied with a smirk, letting you bring his lips down to yours as he hooked one of your legs around his waist.

There was no real need for words now, the hunger behind his eyes was clear and you imagined it was reflected in your own. You broke the kiss to tug your robe from your shoulders, the cool air making you shiver as it hit your skin.

Sauron’s hand returned to its home between your thighs, slipping between your bodies to rub soft circles against your pearl.

Your head fell back in pleasure and Sauron took that opportunity to latch himself back on to your throat. Claiming every inch of skin as he continued his path down to your chest.

His fingers soon slipped inside, your hand gripping at his shoulder as soft moans fell from your lips. His rhythm was quick, your walls already clenching around his fingers.

Your back arched as your release finally broke, his name falling from your lips over and over again.

Now it was Sauron’s turn to give in to desperation. Your acceptance of his truth, the sound of his name dripping in pleasure on your tongue. Arousal pulsed in veins, his length twitching insistently against the fabric of his clothes.

Your own hands began to tug at his robe, silently demanding to feel more of him. The leg around his waist circling tighter to just feel any part of him pressed against you.

Sauron made quick work of pulling his robe from his body, leaving only the soft shirt and breeches beneath. The laces near torn apart in the hurried need to finally feel your flesh around him.

You pulled your own nightgown higher, Sauron’s hands moving to tear the light fabric of your undergarments at the seams.

He slipped inside with a groan, burying his face into your neck as your gripped at his back.

“Claim your prize, my lord…”

Sauron’s rhythm was punishing, a mixture of desperation and lingering frustration spurring him forward. His lips returned to the skin of your neck, hot kisses and nips of his teeth marking you as his own.

If you didn’t fear him, he could live with that. But he needed the world to know you were his and his alone. He needed to hear how desperately you needed him.

He held your leg tight at his hip, fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh. The muscles of your cunt were already clenching around him, need burning in every vein of your body and pulling him deeper into your core.

Despite the persistent need to claim you that gnawed at him, Sauron wanted to make this last. Have you as desperate for him as he now was for you.

He thrust deep, slowing his rhythm but deepening the power of his movements. His hips rocked against yours and he relished the way your back arched every time he hit that spot deep down inside you.

Now…you just needed to beg.

“You are mine, my darling, you may not fear me, but I can feel how much you need me…” he growled against your throat, his hand planted beside your head.

His words pulled an impatient moan from your throat. You weren’t the begging type, but you were so very desperate for release.

“Go on…tell me how much you need your Lord…”

You groaned in mild frustration, knowing you would have no choice but to give in.

Sauron chose that moment to give you a particularly hard thrust, your groan morphing into a long moan.

“Please…please, Sauron…I need you…” your hands clawed at his back as if to prove your point.

He moved a little faster, so you kept going.

“I need to feel you; I want you to claim your prize…”

His lips latched on to yours before you could finish speaking. Sauron picked up the rhythm again, working his way up until he was slamming his cock in and out of you in pure primal need.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as your peak washed over you, his name falling in broken cries from your lips.

His own release followed soon after, his rough growl of your name muffled by the curve of your throat. His rhythm stuttered as he finally emptied himself inside you.

“Mine…all mine…” Sauron whispered those words against your skin as he finally stilled.

He rolled to lie at your side, making it easy to forget you were both in fact out in a forest clearing.

You turned to rest a hand on his chest, holding yourself up as you looked down at him. You smiled as you felt the heavy thud of his heart beneath his chest.

“You never answered my question,” you said softly, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips.

Sauron raised a brow in response, prompting you to explain. You smiled again.

“Do you wish me to fear you, my lord Sauron?” you asked, exactly as you had earlier.

His hand came to rest over yours, returning your smile.

“I believe I do not, my dear,” he answered, pulling you down to kiss you again.

Despite everything, he realised you were the only one he wished not to have fear him.

But maybe he should fear you?

For you were the one who had managed to capture the Dark Lord’s blackened heart.

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of rage and ruin - chapter one

of rage and ruin series

chapter one

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werewolf!alpha!Joel Miller x f!omega!reader

word count: 3.1k

summary: Joel Miller made it twelve years into the apocalypse without getting bit. He turns into a much different kind of monster than he expected, though.

chapter warnings: dark, dead dove do not eat, a/b/o, alpha/omega dynamics, omegaverse, captivity, torture, canon-typical violence, genre-typical violence, horror themes, graphic violence, suicidal ideation, gore, abuse by captors (not by either joel or reader), death, murder of innocent people, typical raider/hunter behavior, mention of cordyceps, angst, no y/n, reader is able-bodied and afab with no specific descriptions, viewer discretion is advised

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dividers by @saradika-graphics

This is a werewolf omegaverse fic that uses traditional and non-traditional elements of the genres. It largely ignores TLOU canon.

DISCLAIMER: A plotline of this story involves unethical medical care and human experimentation re: vaccines. It may give anti-vax vibes. This is NOT an anti-vax story and I do not want any related discourse please and thank you. This is about FEDRA being the absolute worst, not about the real world in any way.

In a rare moment of lucidity, he thinks he used to be human, once. 

He’s partially transformed more often than not. Almost never fully, unless he’s under the sway of the moon. His real keeper. 

These raiders may think they own him, but he knows the truth. 

But lucidity is rare, and most of the time, Joel Miller is more beast than man. 

Most of the time, he doesn’t even know he’s Joel Miller.

No matter what, though, he’s a nearly uncontrollable force of nature. 

That’s why they keep a shock collar around his neck and tasers at their waists. That’s why they never turn their backs or leave him unrestrained. He fought like hell for a long time until he broke. 

No shame in it, he knows. Everyone breaks eventually. 

As the years have gone on, though, he’s been getting restless and snippy, less cooperative. And the pain doesn’t really matter anymore. 

Nothin’ really does when you’ve given up.

On the last new moon, when the wolf was quiet and the man was loud, he’d tried to refuse. He sat, buck-ass naked, on the gritty wood floor of the house they were raiding. 

He did not sniff out treasure like some fucking metal detector. He did not tear the humans limb from limb. He did not feast. 

He paid for that night and had the receipts to prove it, laid into his back from the silver-tipped whip. 

He should have tried harder to die at the start. 

He hadn’t understood right away, when they took him. It, frankly, didn’t even cross his mind that they’d know. Laura, the woman in the woods, had been so sure it was secret. 

He got it when they shot him in the leg with a BB gun, though, and the silver shrapnel burned. They were prepared. Silver-coated chains and cuffs, silver-tipped batons and whips and knives. Cattle prods and electric collars. 

They’d been hunting him. 

They tried to break him easy, first. They were looking for a wolf; didn’t know they’d find Joel Miller. They left him chained in an abandoned suburb, giving him just the minimum food and water to keep him alive. 

It worked to weaken him, but they didn’t want him weak forever. Not a very good guard dog or weapon if he can’t lift his head. So when that didn’t work, when he didn’t beg and plead or bend the knee, they gave up and bulked him back up slowly. 

So they tried pain next. 

He came to know the healing as a curse. They avoided the silver, at least at first, since it’d leave damage. But when they found out they could break his bones over and over and over?

That’s when he started to wish he was dead. What was the point, anyway? He couldn’t go back to Boston. Couldn’t risk himself around Tommy and Tess. 

Couldn’t kill himself if he tried, but they could, with their arsenal. 

Didn’t matter what he wanted in the end; his brain wouldn’t give in. It overrode his silent pleas, and it fought and fought and fought.

So they took him on a raid. Starving, chained under the full moon, and they waited. He couldn’t go far, but he didn’t have to. 

They brought the food to him.

“You’ve no control over it, huh?” Cheryl said after, leering into his “room.” They send her to play nice, but he knows she’s the worst of them all. They just think he’ll smell pussy and roll over. “We didn’t need you to kill them. You just need to scare them and help us find what we’re lookin’ for.”

They had him. He knows, he knows, he knows. He’d have done anything to stop it from happening again. From devouring tied-up families who dared to say “no” to Jim and his crew. From throwing up blood and bones and bows. 

He can’t kill himself. They won’t kill him. He had no choice. 

He broke.

This new moon, they don’t take him out to scavenge. No, instead, they drag him outside and spray him down with the hose. This, in itself, is not unusual. But when they force the muzzle over his snapping teeth to scrub at his skin with precious lye soap and a rag, he starts to get concerned. 

His suspicions are confirmed when they take him back inside. 

The only time he’s left unbound is here, in his room. Well. It meets the vague requirements for a room, but it’s also reinforced with silver-plated steel and concrete. Cheaply so, but enough to mute his senses and hopes. 

Usually, they wait until the grate is shut to unclip the lead. They wait until he kneels and offers his hands to unlock the shackles. When he’s been good, of course. 

But not today. Today, they chain him tight to the wall at the far end of the room. 

They’ve had this theory that he hates to admit is not without merit. Looking for another way to control him, they’ve tried to find him an omega. 

The first few times, they just forced him on them out wherever they’ve raided. Usually, he’s too out of control, and they don’t survive the encounter. 

The most recent time, they dumped one in his cell. But the poor thing still smelled of his alpha, having only lost them hours earlier. 

Joel didn’t react well. 

They’re trying something new, now. 

That he’s here while they clean his room is deliberate. He knows this. They’re purging all his scent from it, and they want him to watch, want him unsettled.

He growls when they remove his mattress completely. It’s a pathetically small, thin, hole-ridden thing, but it’s his. 

Before they drag in a new one, a flat pack of grated metal is tossed in the corner. Two of his captors go to work on assembling the contraption, and another leaves for a while, only to return with a sawed-off portion of his mattress. 

It fits neatly inside the cage. For that’s what they’ve constructed. It’s silver-coated, of course, but pathetically weak otherwise. If he truly desired, he could snap the bars as easily as bone. 

He’s not keen on having burnt hands, though. 

Just inside the front of the cage, they clip up a bit of cloth. He doesn’t need to be told what it is, knowing immediately after it’s extracted from the airtight glass Tupperware. 

They tell him anyway. “Got a new toy for you to try, if you’re good. For now, this is all you get.”

The heady scent of omega soaked into the panties permeates his room. 

He’s salivating a little by the time they finally release him, but he waits until the heavy footfalls echo from down the hall to give in. 

They smell divine. He can’t resist tasting, lapping at the tiniest hint of musk and omega under his elongated tongue. 

“Told ya he would have shredded her,” Jim says to Cheryl when they come in the morning with his breakfast. Joel’s in his mind enough to feel a little shame, back of his neck burning, when they see the tattered fabric. 

It’s clear they anticipated it because, along with his tray, he’s given a new pair. 

They’re not so appealing this time. The sweet scent is cut by acidic fear like vinegar through molasses. He ignores them in favor of his meal. 

He eats better here than he ever did out there. He’s worth more rations to the raiders than to FEDRA. Robust meals full of meat and eggs and potatoes. 

They need him strong, after all. 

It’s not until a few hours later that he’s drawn back in by the underwear. It’s not so acrid anymore. Or maybe it is, and he’s just in the mood. Either way, he buries his face in them while he strokes his cock and uses them to catch his cum when he finishes. 

There. That’s better. The mix of him with… whoever you are. 

When they bring him lunch, they make him put the panties on his old tray before pushing it out to them. He doesn’t burn with shame this time; no, he almost feels proud. Like a peacock fluffing out its feathers. They know now. They must. 

Whoever you are, you’re his. 

The next day, they bring back the same pair. He wolfs out a little at the fresh layer of you over his cum. It’s all fear and tears and disgust, but it doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter at all, not to him, not to the wolf. 

All that matters is how his head fills with static when he licks across the gusset and howls. 

Cheryl’s looking pretty smug on the other side of the door, but for all that she’s pleased with the results; they still threaten to turn on the collar if he doesn’t eat quickly.  

He’s nearly fully wolf, gobbling down the food and returning to his treasure. He snarls as he strokes his cock, the head angry and purple as he tugs. He doesn’t spill onto the panties this time, not wanting to cover up the perfect combination of your scents. In the end, they’re shredded anyway, as his fingers stretch and break into claws. 

In his full glory, his senses are even sharper. Sharp enough that he can hear a faint sobbing across the building and Cheryl’s sharp laughter. 

“I don’t know,” she’s drawling when he tunes in. “He sounds pretty excited to meet you.”

The soft sobbing turns raw and cracked. He can smell the salt and phlegm, can practically taste it in the air. He’s aware of Cheryl, but nothing is louder than the way your heart is tripping over itself.

When Cheryl’s words sink in, when he realizes he might actually get to have whatever delicious creature they’ve gotten him, he howls again, a long, aching sound that creeps down your bones like frost.

Later, when he’s a little more present, he realizes they didn’t shock him either time he howled. It’s usually a guarantee. 

Whatever game they’re playing, it doesn’t bode well for you.

Joel Miller made it twelve years into the apocalypse without getting bit. He wasn’t even worried when it happened. They’d been heading back to the QZ, him and Tommy and Tess, when a wild dog attacked them. 

Or, well. A wolf. 

Tommy had gotten a bullet in its head, but it had Joel’s arm in its jaw at the time. Its teeth had rent through his jacket like a spoon in a banana split. 

FEDRA would shoot him without a second thought, so they doubled back to the little cabin and hunkered down. Figured they’d lay low long enough for it to be hideable before sneaking back in. 

Tommy went out at daybreak for the carcass—it’d be leagues better than what they had in their bags. When he came back, he was faint and empty-handed. 

“...don’t make any sense,” he kept muttering, pacing the tiny kitchenette. 

Joel and Tess exchanged a glance. 

“Probably a bear took it,” she suggested.

Tommy ran his hand through his hair, shook his head, and did it again. When he looked up at them, it was through wild, unpredictable eyes. “Wasn’t a wolf. It was a man.”

“What’re you talkin’ about?” Joel said.

“C’mon.”

They followed him through the thicket, and sure as shit, in the same place the wolf’s corpse had lain was a man with a bullet through his skull. He was completely nude. 

“Gotta be a coincidence,” Joel muttered.

Tommy turned to him, eyes wide and hands shaking. “What kind of fucking coincidence is this?” 

There was a rustle, and they all turned, guns raised, as a woman peeked from behind a tree. 

She put her hands up and waited. Tess jerked her head to one side, and they lowered but did not stow their weapons. 

The woman was in a ratty cotton dress with no shoes; autumn leaves crunching underfoot. 

“That’s, um. That’s my husband,” she said softly. 

“Apologies, ma’am,” Tommy said, his face soft and sad. “But—I think he attacked us.”

Her green eyes grew wide, pupils dilating and breath catching in her chest. “Did you get bit?” 

Tommy and Tess instinctually looked at Joel. 

“What’s it to ya?” he said.

“Did you get bit?” she repeated.

“Was he Infected?”

“Not with cordyceps, no,” she says. She avoids looking at the body but flinches when she brushes a foot against a blood-soaked leaf. 

“What does that mean?” Tommy said. 

“I think it’s best we go someplace and talk.”

Against better judgment, they follow her through the words to her home. She claims to have two kids alone there, four years and six months. 

It turns out to be true. She gets them both down for a nap and serves hot stew. They try to refuse, but she insists. 

Tommy feels a little sick eating the food of a man he killed. They all listen, rapt, as she begins to speak.

“It happened a year ago. But it wasn’t an accident.”

When the full moon is two days away, Joel is nearing the furthest from himself. Same shit, different month, but his reactions to your scent are getting, well, feral. 

They’re bringing him strips of cloth, now. He gets a new one with each meal. He doesn’t destroy them anymore. Oh, no. When he’s clearer, he wishes he did. 

But no. He smells and licks and then jerks off with them. If only that were the worst of it. He’ll come to be mortified during the waning, but he starts to add them to the cage. It’s fairly saturated with the smell of him from his old mattress, but it pleases the beast within to line it with the sweet mixture soaked into the torn sheets. 

You’ll understand, then, the wolf thinks. You’ll know it’s safe for you. Somewhere he’s made, a den all your own where he can keep you. 

But you won’t know, because what you know is very little. 

When FEDRA started asking for volunteers to test vaccines, you didn’t hesitate. You knew the risks. And the rewards—room and rations for the length of the observation period, anywhere up to a year in length. You knew there would be a catch—probably many, but given that you rarely had a room or rations, it wasn’t a hard choice.

But this was the end of the world, and “informed consent” was not something that survived the outbreak. 

They worked in batches. A truckload of live bodies at a time. Sterilizing showers with the barest trace of privacy, dressed in stiff starchy scrubs, and led into little cubicles where nurses with needles sat in wait. 

A quick jab to the upper arm, and then you were off. The hospital was an old correctional facility, but again, for someone who hadn’t had a bed on a reliable basis, you felt only relief. 

Until the deaths started.

They didn’t even try to hide it. Within 24 hours of arrival, a fourth of your group was gone. Carted out in black bags marked with β and nothing more said. You watched through your window like everyone else. 

Someone came around the next day and drew blood from every remaining subject, and the tagging began after that. You could see the symbols on other’s doors, but not your own. α or Ω. What they meant, you couldn’t begin to guess. 

It started not long after. 

The changes.

At first it was so subtle, you may not have noticed, but a nurse came by each day to ask you a series of increasingly embarrassing questions. 

What do you smell? What do I smell like? What does your sweat smell like? How sensitive are your breasts? Describe your vaginal discharge. How aroused are you on a scale of 1-10? 

They began weekly tests. Blood draws once a week and daily urine samples, of course, but also hearing and vision. They made you run on a treadmill hooked up to wires. 

And then, one day, after six months of intensive observation, they moved you.

Or. They tried to.

You were exhibiting a specific set of side effects, they said. You were to be transferred to another facility for subjects with the same side effects for further observation. 

Raiders took out the truck halfway through the ten-hour journey. It was… it was a bloodbath, actually. For the FEDRA officers, anyway. 

When they had you all lined up, grippy socks soaking in the ankle-deep mud, well, that was when you all learned which symbol was on your door. They couldn’t keep the word out of their mouths. Omega. 

Not that it fucking explained anything.

One by one, a short blonde with a bob went down the line of you and shoved something up to each omega’s face. That’s it. It seemed to have no greater purpose.

But for some reason, when she pressed the cloth against your nose and mouth, she smiled. And they separated you.

Whatever that was had a deep, oaky musk, like the illicit brewery operating out of the warehouse you often slept in before the trials. 

They tell you nothing.

They make you sleep on strips of cloth, so you roll around in the pile as you toss and turn, rubbing your sweat and slick and pheromones all over. 

They don’t bring you anything of his, but you catch faint whiffs of him (him, always him, they never call him by a name), of those aged, liquor-soaked barrels, but all it does is make you nauseous. You don’t understand how you know it’s him; you still don’t understand any of it. 

You learn very quickly not to ask questions. 

They take him out on the night the moon is full and bloated, hanging over him like a searchlight. See, it whispers, I can find you anywhere. Anywhere. It doesn’t matter. If it didn’t, the wolf would find it anyway. 

He is not himself.

He is his truest self.

He is two or one; neither yet both. A monster movie mashup of fur and teeth and roughshod science experiments conducted by a doctor who wasn’t a doctor at all. He’s the monster’s victim. He’s the monsters’ monster. 

He’s the wolf and the wolf is him. 

He’s The Wolf and he’s swallowed Joel down. 

He’s the man, the weak link, buried so deep he can’t see the light of his celestial mistress 

He’s Joel Miller. Sometimes, sometimes. 

Tonight, he is gone. There is only the Wolf. 

And the Wolf knows. As soon as they cross the threshold, he knows. 

Dawn is rising, the hunt is over, but he’ll be the wolf for a while longer. And he knows that fuckin’ smell. 

It’s the saccharine sour mix of you. Heavy on your sweet apple undertones, and oh, he knows. 

You’re in the cage.

next chapter

*title from "Bad Moon Rising" by Creedence Clearwater Revival.

😬 I've been working on this baby for a long, long time, so I will be drinking your likes and comments desperately. thank you for reading and i love you.

[shaylogic]

Queer Experience Watching Barbie - AFAB Masculinity

I started to go into this in tags on another post but I wanted to type this up separately and try to develop my thoughts a little more. . .

Ryan!Ken’s arc in Barbie (2023) has been buzzing in my head for days.

I got fixated on it for a couple of major reasons:

1) We rarely have seen a feminist movie take time to address men with compassion in how patriarchy harms them too.

2) As a trans masc person, I think it hits a specific part of my identity that I don’t consciously let myself think about for too long. Something about being raised in a female world with sisterhood and community. Then being isolated in adult manhood without the tools to prepare you for that. Conscientious of respecting women and being unbothered by feminimity around you, but not knowing your place in the world.

How do I put it?

I know it’s not the direct intention of the film itself, but I’ve seen other trans folks (especially transmasc), reacting similarly to the feeling we get from it.

Ken’s arc feels pretty reminicent of the struggle afab lgbt folks go through when considering masculinity in their identity (butch lesbians, afab nbs, trans men, etc.)

How to make peace with masculine aspects of yourself without losing the women in your life? (One can argue Kate McKinnon’s Weird Barbie has aspects of this as well.)

Of course, then Ken goes off on the adopting patriarchy ride, which IS the point of the movie, and may skew a bit from the transmasc read on it--though I have known a trans guy here and there who avoids being misgendered so hard that they can become somewhat sexist. To which I say: “You don’t need to have a dick to be a man, and you don’t need to BE a dick to be a man.” But I digress.

Something about Ken being comfortable in a woman’s world but not understanding why he’s being shut out from socially bonding with them (in any sense! Romantic, Familial, Platonic Friendship. . .)

The overall theme of the movie for both Barbie and Ken--in an allegory of heavy gender roles harming all--leading them each to have to figure out who they are in themselves, regardless of others. . . 

Trans masc folx can relate to both Barbie and Ken’s arcs.

I don’t want to detract from Barbie’s arc being the main point of the movie.

I think the reason why we get hung up on Ryan!Ken’s character is because. . . we’ve related to the Barbie plot in other movies and shows before, thinking back to our “girlhoods” as children.

I have never seen the arc Ken has in this in any other story!!!!

There are some Man Movies that have attempted to discuss the struggle of Being a Man--but they often come off as too dismissive of feminine experiences, and are therefore as offputting to transmasc people as women.

Because of the nature of the two worlds exhibited in this movie, and Ken’s backround in his setting, personality, and purpose in relation to the Barbies, he’s a Man living with Female Socialization, in a Woman’s World; he’s a male character that inherently admires and respects women in his nature (until the real world influence distorts it).

This isn’t a perfect example of a transmasc experience either, but it’s a lot closer than most of us generally get to see! That’s why so many of us are getting caught up in this.

Please, other trans folx (transfems, too!), I really need us to have a discussion about this. What were your experiences and thoughts around this movie?

P.S. Yeah, we kinda get that nonbinary allegory from Allan (not a Ken, not a Barbie, siding with Feminism in the Gender War), but he wasn’t in significant focus of the plot the way Ryan!Ken was. If I try to read into Allan, I don’t have much to work with.

[nicxl333]

JADE ABACUS— JING YUAN X READER

what happens when you use the jade abacus for the wrong purpose? (contains spoilers from the 1.3 update)

tags: 18+ content, nsfw, reader is not the trailblazer, masturbation, voyeurism, oral sex (reader receiving), reader is described to have a vagina (afab), fluff, praise kink, breeding, unprotected sex

first hsr oneshot hope it’s good! (also it’s late so i haven’t proof read this very well)

word count: 2.3k

“the same is true of this jade abacus- it is a record of the luofu cloud knights’ promise to the crew of the astral express. it is also a beacon- grip it tightly, and it will send a message to the jade abacus here in my hand. no matter how astronomically distant you are, the luofu cloud knights will always come to the aid of the crew, whatever your need may be.”

after saying your goodbyes to everyone on the xianzhou, you, welt, dan heng, march 7th and stelle/caelus made your way back onto the astral express, ready to warp to penacony the next day. after conversing with himeko and bickering with pom pom you said your goodnights and turned in for the evening.

truth be told you were slightly disheartened that you’d be leaving the xianzhou, having made so many new friends.

some, more friendly than others.

while there were many very good looking individuals residing on the luofu, one particular individual caught your eye; the high and mighty general himself.

it was something about him that drew you to him, like a moth to a single flame. maybe his smug confidence, his ability to control a crowd, or his handsome looks with his piercing eyes that could make your cunt gush within seconds. who knows, it was probably all those factors combined. either way, the attraction was there and steadily growing.

as you undressed to don yourself in your nightwear, you emptied your pockets to place your clothing in the laundry. your contents contained some trinkets here and there, and the jade abacus, which you were entrusted to hold for some unknown reason. you placed the jade abacus on your bed, meaning to look at it in greater detail once you were fully clothed.

once finished you lay in your bed, picking up your phone from the side table to scroll through any missed messages. puzzling enough, the most recent message at the top was from none other than general jing yuan.

wondering what he could possibly need (considering he rarely texted) you opened the message.

“good evening y/n, i hope this message finds you well. i realised i didn’t have the chance to bid you in particular a proper farewell, my deepest apologies. in good reparational faith i would like to make it up to you with a meal the next time you’re on the ship, on me.”

fuck knows how, but knowing that he specifically had you on his mind made you honoured, and strangely enough, horny. your mind flooded with thoughts that were downright filthy of what he could do to you should you have the chance to be alone.

he would probably take his time with you, pulling orgasm after orgasm just from his fingers alone, before he would even grace you with his cock. it only took a few different conjured up scenarios for you to have your hands snaking down to pull off your shorts, your fingers immediately stuffing your cunt full, stifling a moan at the ecstasy.

overtaken by the urge to cum you plunged your fingers in and out, scissoring and curling your fingers up against that spongey spot that made you see stars. your eyes rolled back, your back arched and your voice stayed stuck in your throat, chained by your slipping rationality which warred with your spiralling composure. you could feel the heat inside your core as your fingers continued their attack, creating a resounding ‘shwick! shwick!’ which bounced off the walls. your eyes were scrunched, your mind revelling in the scene of jing yuan pounding into your sopping cunt.

you were far gone, way too far gone to notice the quiet pads of feet along your carpet, moving towards the armchair in the corner of your room which faced your bed, and your quickly dishevelling figure. the figure sat on the armchair, sinking into the soft material as he witnessed your sinful performance.

you, none the wiser, continued to guide yourself towards your high, your moans becoming more and more harder to stifle as you completely succumbed to the lust, delirious with pleasure.

“f-fuck! jing yuan, please!” whispered pleas tumbled out of your mouth, wafting in the air till they reached his ears. he parted his legs slightly to ease his oncoming erection, letting his hand prop up his head, as his elbow rested on the arm of the armchair.

you neared your peak, your fingers burning in pain as you furiously pumped to reach your end. your free hand left your mouth and gripped your tit, playing with the peaked nipple to ease the overwhelming feeling you were experiencing.

with a final call of his name, (which was slightly louder than you would’ve liked) your body jolted and shook as you reached an earth shattering orgasm. you convulsed as you came which was probably the hardest you ever had cum before, letting the aftershocks subside.

you suddenly became aware of something poking at your back. you retracted your fingers from your cunt and retrieved the item, seeing the jade abacus in your hand, having accidentally moved underneath your body during your…activities. you then recalled the words jing yuan told your group about gripping the abacus tightly, hoping and praying your recent actions had not triggered a call- still unbeknownst to the figure who had already been summoned, to your dismay.

“that was quite the show, y/n-”

you stiffened at the deep, powerful voice of jing yuan, perched in your armchair, staring at you with something distinguishable as lust.

“-however, i do recall warning that the abacus shouldn’t be used for inappropriate circumstances, no matter how amusing that circumstance may be.”

you were stunned into silence, riddled with shame and hushed with guilt. there was simply no rational explanation for this as you were half naked in front of him. and you had no knowledge of exactly what point he entered your room, therefore meaning you had no idea just how long he’d been watching, although evident that he had been in the room long enough to make himself comfortable on that damned armchair.

“cat got your tongue? seems like i’ll have to administer your punishment first.”

by this point he had risen, beginning to take off his boots and the numerous straps and harnesses that made up his uniform. he then took off his tight shirt, leaving him in his red pants, while crossing the short distance to your bed, raising your hand which was wet with arousal, lifting it to his mouth and giving your index and ring finger a long lick.

“i… uh-”

“hush. naughty minxes like you do not deserve to speak. lay back and spread your legs. i will not ask twice.”

although confused and befuddled you followed his command, not expecting events to turn out like this, not that you were complaining. he lowered his face so he was level with your dripping cunt, observing it as your cum dripped out.

you lifted your head slightly to see why he stalled, feeling a tad bit self conscious. all thoughts flew out of your head however once you felt him lick a long stripe from your cunt to your clit. you instantly mewled at the sensation, hands finding purchase in jing yuan’s hair, gripping lightly, to which he grunted at.

he rose to look at you, amber eyes boring into your own. “if you’re too loud, i’ll stop. we wouldn’t want to wake up your fellow crew now, would you?”

you shook your head vigorously, wanting anything but him to stop in this moment, knowing that this could potentially lead to you getting the fuck of your life. fat chance in hell you would cockblock yourself.

he hummed at your silence, lowering himself back down and resuming again. his tongue swirled around your clit, paying close attention to the bud. he then moved down to your pulsing hole, plunging his tongue in and out and slurping at the soaked flesh. one hand left his head and rose to your mouth to stifle any noises from leaving it. as if it weren’t enough, jing yuan let his mouth leave your cunt, his fingers immediately integrating into the mix, while his mouth moved back up to your clit, this time sucking on it. your eyes rolled back, hips grinding against his tongue to gain more of the sensation.

his fingers were thick and long, reaching further into your core than your own smaller fingers could ever hope to reach. as his assault on your slobbering cunt continued you started clenching down harder on him, signalling that you were about to cum again for the second time that night. your hips ground in circles, the heat inside you blazing hotter with each push of his fingers, the coil tightening until it could resist no longer, and snapped.

your body convulsed once more, even more so once you registered that jing yuan wasn’t letting up on his ministrations, and pulling you into a state of overstimulation.

“shit! jing yuan- oh my god!”

he groaned at the sound of your moans calling for him, using the bed sheets below him to grind against for some semblance of relief for his now raging hard-on.

once he had enough he rose once more, raising his soaked hand to your mouth.

“suck.”

you obliged, wrapping your tongue around his digits, sucking slowly while looking directly into his eyes, unaware of just how much you were affecting him.

“god you’re so sinful.” he groaned, moving his hands to his pants to unbutton them, hastily slipping them off, along with his boxers, leaving him bare, sporting a very large prominent erection. the mushroom tip was flushed with an angry pink, pre cum dripping at the tip. his length had two large main veins running down it before branching off into little tributary like veins.

you but your lip at the sheer size, hoping you could take him all. even with all the prep you had it still looked like a tight fit. he was insanely girthy with an impressive length to match.

this led to a quiet chuckle from jing yuan.

“don’t look so apprehensive, i’ll go slow.”

smug bastard.

he lifted your legs, bringing them down, down, down towards your shoulders. a mating press. your breath hitched at the realisation, knowing that he was about to fuck up your insides.

“take a deep breath, kitten.”

you took a slow inhale, feeling the tip breach your opening, pushing past and spreading your walls to all opposite ends. the stinging sensation was immediate, his dick stuffing you to the brim, more than his fingers managed to. you instantly gripped his shoulders, lifting your head to bite into his left, thus stifling a pain wrenching moan. many sensations flowed through your body, specifically pain at having never taken a size quite like jing yuan’s before. tears pricked the corners of your eyes before trailing down and staining your cheeks.

he hushed you, wiping the tears away before stroking the hair away from your face, looking at you with adoration and care, forgetting all about the ‘punishment’ he was supposed to give in that moment.

“are you okay? do you need me to pull out?”

you shook your head, lacing your fingers in his hair, and smiling softly.

“no, just give me a moment.”

he nodded, massaging your hips to help you get used to the feeling.

“you feel so good, you’re doing so well for me my treasure. i’ll take care of you soon.”

after a few minutes of adjustment, the pain faded and replaced itself with yearning and pleasure. you started grinding your hips against his, making him see the picture. he pulled out slowly till around halfway, then gently pushed back in.

you let out a small gasp, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer and whining, edging him to go faster.

he obliged, picking up the pace gradually until the room was filled with soft sounds of repeated ‘paps’. your lips connected with his, tongues dancing in a sloppy rhythm, saliva dripping down the sides of your mouth, doing little to muffle the moans and groans entangling in your mouths.

even at such a close proximity you felt incredibly needy, needing him closer and closer to you.

noticing you lose yourself, jing yuan laced his hand in yours, against the bedsheets.

“i’m right here, my love.”

truth be told even jing yuan was struggling to keep himself composed too. your fiery nature around protecting the ones you cared for gave him a sense of familiarity with his duties as general, forever protecting the people of the xianzhou luofu. not only that though, your sense of humour and your witty remarks really captivated him during the times you had together. in his hundreds of years of living, no one caught his attention quite like you did. especially with the way you got along so nicely with yanqing. considering the fact he was practically considered as his son, seeing the two of you bond warmed his heart in ways indecipherable. so, realising that you would be leaving to travel onwards really left a gape in his life that you had just started to piece together.

he gripped your hand tighter, moving with more vigour and urgency, wanting to hold you in his arms forever.

“j-jing yuan-”

“my love?”

“i’m gonna cum-!”

“so do it, cover me with your essence, i’ve got you, always.”

his words carried you to the end and you came all over him, legs tightening against his sides, trapping him inside your cunt. his hips instantly stuttered, losing rhythm and his groans became impossibly deeper, until he eventually spilled his cum all into you, complete with each other.

all was silent for a moment, as both parties recovered from the overwhelming orgasms. jing yuan pulled out and rolled off of you, pulling you into his chest and closing his eyes.

“y/n. stay with me. just for tonight.”

[bisexualiteaa]

🎬 Film Fest! 🎬

Film 1:

Mrs. Riot

Kirishima X P!star F!Reader (MDNI!!)

CW: AFAB, no use of y/n, reader is a 🟠⚫️ actress, fake marriage, cursing, l0ve making, fïngering, vanilla seggs, unpr0tected seggs, 0ral F! Recieving, fluffy, p0rn w/o plot (literally) cream 🥧, terms of endearment, reader and Kiri have some history, slight age difference (Kiri is in his early 20s reader in their late 20s) possible spelling/grammar errors, briefly proofread

AN: had the idea come to me late last night as I was finishing this of doing a series of MHA Characters (all aged up!!) x reader with different types of videos for each character. I thought it might be fun now that I’m getting back into writing, I have two more for the series already saved in my drafts. 👀 if yall are interested at all, or have any specific characters you want to see, my ask box is open! Feel free to drop requests anytime! It gives me motivation to write and is always greatly appreciated! 🫶🫶 hope yall enjoy the first part to this series, and stay tuned to other parts coming soon!!

There was something about being on set, especially compared to any other job that you’ve ever worked, that was just so invigorating. Something about it made you feel so alive in ways nothing else has managed to do so before. Maybe it was the flashing lights, or the taboo nature of it all, and that’s not even mentioning the thrill of who comes and goes between the sheets of the bed that you ultimately find yourself sprawled out upon. Was it the best job to work at? Probably not, there were the occasional awkward encounters out in public from people recognizing you, but did it make you great money? Oh fuck yeah it did. You were well taken care of here, your health and well being always a top priority, which was a rare commodity in the porn industry. You had no complaints. Other than the occasional set partner taking things a step too far at times, but hey, that’s what safe words and security was for.

It’s no secret that even the pros occasionally engage in such debaucherous acts, especially when it comes to being featured in the porn industry. It’s another way to get their name out there, feed their egos or even to simply just blow off some steam after a rough day or week on the job. You’ve seen many of your fair share of heroes come and go from the studio, some were more surprising than others. Today’s addition was most surprising, because in walked none other than the hardened hero Red Riot himself.

You had just finished getting ready, walking out of your dressing room in a silk robe, your hair done up nicely and makeup done to see him standing with and talking to one of the producers. Said producer also happened to be your boss and owner of this business, Denki Kaminari. “Well now, isn’t this a pleasant surprise!” you said with a soft grin, walking over to them as a blush rose to Eijiro’s cheeks at the sight of you. You saw a smile curl to Denki’s lips as he saw you walk up. “Lookin’ good mama! Oh, hey! Meet your set partner for today. You’ll be in good hands for sure, him and I go waaayyy back!” Denki said, throwing an arm around his scarlet headed friend as he introduced you two. You knew him a little more personally than any of the other heroes you would normally film with, having a bit of history with the hero yourself so you didn’t really need any introducing, but the look on Eijiro’s face as he recognized you made this all the more amusing, but even more exciting. “Oh shit” Eijiro responded, his face burning a dark red that could rival that of his own uniform, making you giggle as he connected the dots. “Hi Eiji” you said flirtatiously, giving him a cute, flirty wave as Denki looked between you two. “Oh! You two know each other already?” He asked, seeming clueless to the history you two had. “You didn’t tell me I’d be filming with her!” He said to Denki, making him raise a brow in question at his friend. “Who else would you be filming with?” Denki asked defensively, removing his arm from him to get ready to stand in front of you should he need to keep you safe. It was a protective move he’d always had with you, wanting to ensure his staff, especially his big stars, were safe on set. As much as he wanted to assume the best, previous history of some not so great moves from even well liked pros left him with his guard up just to be safe. His protective reflex, paired with Eijiro’s reaction making you chuckle. You placed a gentle hand on your boss’s shoulder. “It’s alright Denks, he’s just a little surprised to see me is all” you said reassuringly, making Eijiro place a hand to the back of his neck in fluster, rubbing it as he shot you an apologetic but sweet smile. “Been a while, kinda feel a little embarrassed now knowing you’ll be the one to see me naked” he said, making you chuckle softly. “It’s alright, don’t be, besides, I think you underestimate how much I look forward to this. Might even be just as much as you do” you said with a grin, making him blush even more. “Oh geez, really?” He asked, his face only growing more red by the second as you looked him over. “There some history between you two that I should know about?” Denki asked with a raised brow and a slight grin, his arms crossed against his chest as he waited for the juicy details. “Actually yeah” Eijiro answered. “Guess he wasn’t expecting to film with the hot secretary that he used to flirt back and forth with before making it big” you teased, making Denki turn to him with a look of shock and surprise as he put the pieces together before a wicked grin stretched to his lips. “Wait! The hot secretary at Fat Gum’s you used to always talk about during our third year? Oh shit dude, that was her?? Oh man, isn’t this a dream come true for you then!” Denki said with an almost sinister giggle, making the poor hardened hero so incredibly flustered.

Back before you were in the adult film industry working for Denki, you actually worked for Fat Gum and had been working for him since you’d finished college, working up from a simple front desk position to becoming his trusted secretary. You handled the every day runnings of the office when he was away, as well as sorting through paperwork and sending him important details for when he would be out on patrol. When Eijiro was studying under Fat Gum, it was pretty common for him to come visit you at your desk and flirt with you before the day had even started. Sometimes it was a simple conversation, other times he would bring you things like food and treats that they would come across while they were out on patrol, especially if he happened to spot any of your favorites. You’d even gone on the occasional coffee date together, finding the time between your days off and his busy schedule. But then one day he came into the office and you weren’t there anymore. Your desk once occupied by all your cute little decorations and the piles of sticky notes attached to your computer were gone and someone new soon occupied your desk. For a good few years he hadn’t been able to find you since then, never having worked up the courage to ask for your number when he had the chance. He kicked himself every day for it too, because then he could have asked you out properly now that you two weren’t coworkers. That was until he came across some of Kaminari’s works one day. Even heroes need a way to relax after a long day and blow off some steam, so why not support his friend while he was at it? It was as he was browsing through the videos that he finally found you again. He had no idea you were the star actress at Kaminari’s studio now. And man were you good at it.

“Ya know, now that I think about it, it explains a lot actually. Like why you wanted the script to be-“ “shut it, dude!” Eijiro cut him off, making Denki laugh at his friend’s embarrassment as he teased him. “See you on set, handsome” you said flirtatiously, getting up on your tip toes to press a soft kiss to his cheek, watching as he stood there completely speechless before sauntering off to your dressing room to wait until he was ready. “Dude she’s so into you still” Denki said with a grin, shamelessly watching you as you walked off to finish getting ready for set time. “You think so?” Eijiro asked, sounding hopeful for that to be the truth, looking at you with such a dreamy look in his gaze. “I’ve never seen her flirt so hard with someone off set before. You gotta get her number or something after this!” Denki replied, trying his best to hype up his friend.

Your heart raced with excitement as you got the scene all situated, lighting the small candles that laid all around the room with a match as you were donned in a black and red robe. It was hand picked, perfectly to match the iconic colors of his hero uniform, sitting slightly opened in order to reveal your cleavage and allow the material of the gorgeous set of lingerie hiding underneath to peak out just enough to allow the imagination to run wild. Rose petals littered the ground around the bed and decorated the surface of the plush duvet. Next to the bed lay corresponding Mr. and Mrs. wine glasses on the respective nightstands, signaling that you two had just gotten married and this was to be your romantic honeymoon getaway. You quickly put out the match as you heard a knock come to the door, telling you that it was show time. “Action!” You heard Kaminari whisper yell as you watched Kirishima walk in. “Baby? I’m back!” He called out, pulling his tie loose from the tux he was still wearing from the reception, making him smile brightly as you came into his view. “Hi honey! You have fun?” You asked as he closed the door behind him. “Definitely! Never a dull moment with a wild bunch like them” he responded, making you chuckle because you knew it was true, you’d heard countless tales of all the trouble him and his friends would get up to. “But I’m happy to be back with you, to enjoy our night together” he responded genuinely, making you give a pleased hum in reply at his sweet tone. “The boys didn’t wear you out too much did they?” You asked with a slight pout and almost an innocent look in your eyes as you smiled up at him like a cute little wife would. Like you were his cute little wife. He gave a chuckle as he drew closer to you, his hands coming to rest on your hips as your hands rested on his chest. “They tried but…told ‘em that’s your job tonight. Don’t think I didn’t get all those naughty little texts you sent me earlier. Trynna get me all excited and worked up for our honeymoon night?” He asked with a shark toothed grin, his eyes moving up and down your body, drinking in the sight of you. It left your heart fluttering and a tingling feeling in your lower stomach, seeing the way he looked at you. You have a mischievous giggle in response as he leaned in to kiss you so softly, so sweetly as if he was almost afraid that he might break you if he wasn’t careful. It was so unlike how you would normally be treated. His touches were light, his words soft, his looks genuine. It made you feel worshipped rather than used, loved rather than violated. You should have known someone as sweet as him, as gentlemanly and kind would treat you accordingly, yet it still came as such a surprise. “Maybe” you replied with a playful grin, making him chuckle. “Should be careful what you wish for baby, you might just get it” he whispered into it playfully, his tone dipping low and gravely as his hands wandered to your ass, kneading your soft skin in his much larger, calloused hands. You moaned softly into the kiss as he used this as leverage to pull you against him, sending a pleasant tingle through you straight to your core at the feel of him against you. He took that moment to capture your tongue in a sinful dance with his own, groaning as his hips pressed against your soft, much smaller body. You truly had no idea the things you did to him.

You felt his hands travel down your sides, caressing your skin softly and gently as he kissed you. “You looked so good out there baby, so beautiful in your dress. You always manage to leave me speechless, you know that?” he said softly, his admission intimate and his tone quiet as if it was only meant for your ears. You smiled, humming delightedly as one of his hands traveled down your arm, his lips leaving a trail of hot kisses against your neck whilst he grabbed your hand in his. He loved how small you were compared to him, how his hand dwarfed yours when he held it against his own. His thumb slid along the wedding band that sat around your ring finger, a gentle caress that again, was so foreign to you, but more than welcomed. “I’m the luckiest man in the world to have you” he said intertwining his fingers with yours making you blush at the sweetness, the tenderness of his tone and his kisses. Your eyes fluttered shut with a pleased sigh as his teeth nipped at a sensitive spot on your neck, leaving him to lavish it with attention as your free arm looped around him. He felt your nails dig into his back, a moan leaving you as he worked a hickey onto your skin. It’s such a far cry from how you were used to being treated. So different from being used and thrown around like some kind of sex doll, instead he was treating you like you really had just gotten married. His touch was intimate, his words dripping with saccharine sweetness. You’ve done your fair share of acting in the past to make the scene seem genuine but this? This wasn’t acting, the blush coming to your cheeks was real, the soft gasps, the sweet smiles they were all genuine. This was real, genuine chemistry. “How’s it feel to be Mrs. Riot, baby?” He asked, his hands wandering your frame once more as a cute smirk spread to his lips. “Feels like the happiest day of my life” you replied, making him smile as he looked down at you, so lovestruck you could have almost assumed that he was actually falling in love with you. Perhaps he was, perhaps he had been this whole time. Maybe you were too, and you just didn’t realize it.

It wasn’t much longer before you took your husband by the hand, bringing him to the bedroom to show him the romantic scene you’d set up for the both of you. He gave a chuckle. “See you’ve been busy while I was out” he remarked, looking around the room at all the candles and rose pedals. “You like it?” You asked, sliding your robe off and down your shoulders as he was distracted, waiting for him to bring his attention back to you. When he did, the look on his face was absolutely unmatched. He stood there looking at you with awe, astounded to find you standing here before him, in his hero trademark colors no less. “I love it” he said in a dreamy tone, his words less about the decor and more about you, his eyes scanning you over in the teddy bodysuit that adorned your frame, accentuating all of your beautiful curves. You couldn’t help but giggle softly at his reaction. “Me? Or the decor?” You asked in a cheeky tone, making him give a cute laugh in response. “Both, but I gotta say, you’re the real eye catcher here” he responded, coming up to you where he could get a closer and better look at you, and he did just that. “Damn babe, you look good” he said, his hands resting on your hips again as he kissed you sweetly. “You get this just for me?” He asked, making you smile up at him. “Who else would I get it for, silly?” You responded so naturally, as if the answer was obvious, making him smile back at you with the sweetest, proudest grin you think you’ve ever seen. Oh yeah, he was down bad.

Before you knew it, you were on your back on the bed, hair cascading around you as you looked up at him. His hands splayed on either side of your head as he hovered over you, kissing you like he needed the very air you breathe. You felt as his hand moved from beside your head to trail your body, his fingers dragging down the lace barrier that kept his touch from reaching your sensitive skin. “Gotta say baby, red looks good on you” he said, making you laugh. “Thank you, it’s my favorite color” you said salaciously, making him hum with intrigue. “Is it now? Wonder why that is” he replied teasingly, knowing the answer to that but he wanted to hear you say it. “Don’t know, probably because it reminds me a lot of my husband” you said, putting emphasis on the new word that you get to regard him as. “Oooh, say it again” he said in a low growl, making you gasp softly as his hand trailed down and cupped your soaked cunt. “My husband” you said lasciviously, making him damn near moan at the words. “Yeah, that’s right” he said, making you giggle. “Reminds me of his spiky red hair, how good he looks in his hero uniform. It’s even in the name. Ever heard of him?” You asked, making him hum as he pretended to contemplate who you were talking about. “Can’t say I have baby, why don’t you tell me all about him” he said, rubbing your throbbing clit with his calloused fingers, making you moan. “He’s big, he’s strong, he’s very handsome. He’s definitely the manliest guy I’ve ever met” you said, making him grin and hum at your praises, watching you worry your bottom lip between your teeth and pant as he applied the perfect amount of pressure and speed to your clit. “Oh yeah? Sounds like a pretty cool guy” he said, making you chuckle. “The coolest. Did I mention he knows all the right ways to please a girl?” You added, making him chuckle. “Oh really? Think I could compete?” He asked, watching him push the small strip of fabric hiding your cunt to the side before his fingers dipped down to your entrance, slowly working his thick fingers inside of you. “Mmm, I dunno. May just have to prove if you can” you teased, making him chuckle. “Oh I think I definitely can” he said, working you open with his fingers as he searched for that bundle of nerves deep inside of you. “Fuck…” you sighed, one of your hands coming to grip his arm, nails digging into the muscle as he curled his fingers inside of you, his bicep flexing with each movement. Your jaw fell open and head dropped back as he found that sweet spot, eyes fluttering shut as a moan bubbles from your throat. “Can he find it that fast?” He asked, making you chuckle. “Fuck yeah he can, knows all the right ways to please his wife” you said, making him groan as you called yourself his wife. “Can’t get enough of that” he admitted, making you moan as his thumb circled your clit again, you could hear the sounds of your slick coating his fingers as they slipped in and out of you so effortlessly. “Yeah? That’s the other thing. Love how in love my husband is with me, he takes such good care of me” you praised, making him blush as he leaned down to pull you into a messy, heated kiss at those words. They were music to his ears, words he’d been dying to hear from you for years now, fisting his dick to the thought of coming home to you, plowing into you while you’d be screaming his name. Denki was right, this couldn’t be any more of a dream come true for him. “Fuck baby, you drive me wild you know that?” he breathed into it, his breath shaky with need as he worked you with his fingers, wanting to make sure you cum first before he even gets inside of you. Ever the gentleman he is. “Love how sensitive you are for me, how wet you get at the smallest of touches. Gonna treat you so good baby” he said, and you wondered if he was even in character anymore as he spoke to you. You dropped the act the moment his thumb smoothed over your fake wedding ring, treating you like his wife from the moment he stepped on camera.

“Need you so bad Eiji, please…” you moaned, looking up at him with a deliciously desperate look in your half lidded eyes that made his cock throb. “Cum for me first baby, you know I always gotta get you ready for this cock” he said, making you moan at the thought of him finally being inside of you, of how good the stretch would be, how far inside you he would sit. “Not rushing it tonight, tonight’s all about taking it slow. Wanna savor you baby, even if it means we’ll be up all night” he said, his lips trailing down your body before his head was seated between your thighs. You could feel his breath against your dripping core, his fingers still seated deep inside of you as his tongue found your clit. Your hands quickly flew down to his scarlet locks, fingers tangling in his hair as your back arched up from the bed. “Oh! Eiji…fuck-!” You moaned, hearing him moan into you as his tongue teased your clit, dancing so deliciously against it. You couldn’t help but squirm in his hold, the vibrations of his moans only amplifying the feeling. “Taste so good baby” he said, his hands slipping under you to massage the soft, plump flesh of your ass as he devoured you like a man starved. Your hips bucked against his face in time with the flicking and fluttering of his tongue, searching for that deliciously addicting friction. “Right there! Fuck, just like that baby, ‘m so close…” you panted, moaning sweetly as he looked up at you, marveling at the sight of you. You looked so perfect like this, naked, chest heaving with each labored breath you took as he pleased you, your eyes rolling back when he swipe against your clit with just the perfect amount of pressure. The way you moaned his name, he swore it dripped from your lips like honey. “Eiji! Gonna cum, oh fuck! Baby!” You moaned, warning him as you felt the coil in your core winding tighter and tighter with each pass of his tongue against you. “Let go baby, cum on my tongue. I got you” he assured, watching your face contort with pleasure as it washed over you, your hands pushing him down against you and thighs accidentally squeezing his head as you fell over the edge of bliss. You moaned out loudly as it hit you, the pleasure rushing through you like a strong electrical current, leaving you twitching and spasming slightly as your body started to relax. You heard him moan into you so sinfully, the sound snapping you out of your haze so that you could release him from your tight grip. “Fuuucckk…” you let out, doing your best to catch your breath as you looked at him with a lazy smile on your face. “Did so good for me baby, still got it in you to continue right?” He asked, checking in on you as he climbed back up over you, making you chuckle. “Course I do, c’mere” you said, your arms looping around him, fingers coming to comb through his bright red locks as he kissed you. You paid no mind to the taste of yourself on his tongue, feeling his hand move along your body once more. “You ready?” He asked looking at you, a flush coating both of your cheeks as you looked up at him like two teens about to share their first time together. “Yes, need you so bad Eiji, please..” you begged, making him chuckle softly as he gripped his leaking cock by the base. “I gotchu baby” he replied sweetly, lining himself up to your entrance.

You knew he was big, but fuck the stretch even after his fingers, tongue and with how wet you were surprised you. He made you feel so full, and not just in the sexual way. The caring look in his eyes that he shot you as he eased himself inside, wanting to make sure he wasn’t hurting you, to the way his hand came up and clasped yours, fingers interlocking as he bottomed out. It all made your heart feel so warm and full. “Oh fuck baby…squeezin’ me so tight already. Feel so amazing” he praised, starting a slow and gentle rhythm to let you get used to his size. You couldn’t help the moans that left you even if you tried, his tip kissing your cervix and rubbing that gummy spot inside, it left you dizzy with pleasure. “Feels like you were made for me” he added, looking down at you and admiring the way your body moves in tandem with his thrusts. “Eiji..” you panted while looking up at him with that half lidded expression. He could hardly tear his eyes away from you, whether they were meeting your gaze, or fixating on where your bodies met, or the way your tits moved with each thrust, he simply couldn’t get enough of you. “Feel you so deep” you moaned as his heavy cock dragged against your walls, nudging spots deep inside of you that had you seeing stars already. “Yeah? Feel good baby?” He asked, making you shake your head yes. “Yes! Fuck…so good!” You moaned, the words going straight to his dick as you said them. “I love you” he let out, making your heart flutter at the words, a bright red tinting his cheeks. He leaned down, burying his face into your neck as he moaned. “Love you so much” he said, littering your neck with kisses as you clung to him, your nails digging into his back, legs wrapped around his hips. “Love you too baby” you replied, feeling him pick up in pace a little bit, effectively losing himself in you and the fantasy.

You could feel the coil in your stomach beginning to wind tighter and tighter with each thrust, feeling him nudge that spot inside of you repeatedly, all it would take is one little push to send you over the edge. “‘m so close Eiji” you warned, making him groan as his one hand gripped your hip tight, the other still intertwined with your own. “Me too baby” he admitted, picking his head up enough to look at you, and my goodness was he a sight to behold. His face flushed, brows furrowed, eyes half lidded, jaw slack as a moan bubbled from his throat. “Cum with me baby” you said, watching him drop his head to look where your bodies were joined together, watching his thick cock disappear inside of you with each thrust. “Wanna feel it” you coaxed, your legs wrapping around him tighter, making him let out a breathy chuckle. “Inside? You sure?” He asked, making you bite your lip as you shook your head. “Wanna feel it. Want you to fill me up Eiji” you said, and if he wasn’t close to cumming before, he certainly was now as those words left your lips. “Cum for me baby” he said, his fingers leaving your hip to circle your clit, making your back arch from the mattress as he gave you that last push towards your release. “Yes! Oh fuck, Eiji!” You moaned, clinging to him tightly as your orgasm washed over you, a loud moan escaping you as your tight cunt clenched around him, sending him over the edge with you. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, cumming!” He let out, grabbing your hip as he spilled inside of you, his dick pulsing with each rope that coated your walls. “Fuucckk…” he let out, thrusting shallowly inside of you to help you both ride out your highs as you both fought to catch your breath. “Damn babe, really took it out of me” he joked with a breathy chuckle, making you hum with a soft grin. “That’s my job, right?” You asked with a grin, making him laugh before he leaned down to capture lips in a soft, intimate but sweet kiss. “I love you” he said, so genuinely, so sweetly as he looked down at you tenderly. “I love you too” you replied with a sweet smile, mirroring his gaze.

“And SCENE!”

[quixotical-lymbo]

HIIII, could you write a short fic about Wukong x Macaque x afab reader (cause reader would most likely be the one to get pregnant except if one of the other two would shapeshift but idk)

basically debating or not if they should have kids? like one is on the fence, the other is totally for it and one has literally never thought about that before 😭 (just chaotic ASF)

please with whipped cream and a cherry on top !! and if not it's ok :3

Pairing: Wukong x afab!Reader x Macaque Rating: SFW-ish Summary: Getting ready for bed leads to a discussion about a potential next step in your relationship with your partners.  Warnings/Tags: Wukong himself is a warning, suggestive themes but not very explicit, chaotic, fluff, typical arguments of you know who, topics of pregnancy and children. Word Count: 1900+ words 

You ducked your head and spat the remains of toothpaste and spit into the sink bowl, only to raise your head to face your reflection in the mirror. You glanced over your face to make sure there was no trace of toothpaste left before turning the faucet off and placing your toothbrush in the nearby cup along with two brushes within it. 

You hadn't even taken two steps inside your shared bedroom before hearing the hushed whispers between your lovers—it was a rare sight to see both monkey's in the same bed. Both were wearing the pajamas you specifically bought for nights like these—where the three of you had enough time to spend it together, even if that meant just sleeping within each other's vicinity.

Macaque wore a two-piece pajama set; a t-shirt with dark purple pants that had stars littering the pant legs. Wukong had a brighter nightgown with a sun symbol knitted on the chest area, a nightcap, and insisted on getting the eye mask with realistic eye designs on them. 

Although these peaceful night's weren't always…peaceful. That was to be expected.

Macaque's smirking scowl and Wukong's frown gave you enough hints to know that whatever they were talking about was something semi-serious. You cleared your throat before giggling at the sigh of them scrambling to look like they hadn't finished a heated debate for the past five minutes.

You crawled onto the bed and laid within the free space between them. Wukong turned to face you as did Macaque. The latter brought the blankets up to cover all three of you before the lights were turned off. 

Soft, slow exhales filled the silence. You were ambushed by the warmth on both of your sides, Macaque's arm possessively thrown over your torso and Wukong's tail snaked around your leg as he held your bicep gently.

Your eyes stared at the ceiling above, recalling the events of the day as your breathing slowed with every fleeting memory. Your vision blurred before the darkness consumed your thoughts and you began to lose feeling in your fingers. The heavy, comfortable weight of exhaustion finally had its hold on you. 

"...?" 

Your eyes fluttered open as you lazily turned to the monkey who had called your name ever so gently, as if afraid of startling you awake. You found a pair of pretty golden eyes staring back at you in the dark, the sight causing you to hum–urging him to continue. Beside you, the hand on your bicep squeezed lightly as Wukong tensed up. 

"Macaque…" Wukong's warning tone woke up a bit. The confusion added with the sudden tension that settled in the room made you nervous. 

"Huh?" You were left even more gobsmacked than before. Perhaps you didn't hear him right. "Do I want…lids?" 

"Do you want kids?"

"No, no, sweet stuff." Macaque kissed the side of your head, his words tickling your earlobe as he murmured into your ear. "Kids. Do you want them?" 

"Where is this coming from?" 

"Yeah, we'd looove to know," Wukong drawled as he sat up, his eyes narrowing at his dark-furred counterpart. "It's not like some of us have to wake up early tomorrow, oh noooo, let's drop an entire mountain of a topic on us and not sleep for the rest of the night." 

Macaque clicked his tongue as he rolled his eyes, "You're exaggerating." 

"Exaggerating?! You're the one who-!" 

"-guys, guys, calm down," Your sharp voice silenced the two as you moved to sit up with Wukong. The aforementioned simian clamped his trap shut as he laid his head against your shoulder, Macaque was the only one still laying—his arm now stroking shapes on your belly. "Mac, babe, is this a actual question or are you just horny-" 

 "Serious." Macaque interjected. 

"-Alright," You sighed as you rolled your head on your shoulders. You mumbled a quick apology to Wukong as your head bumped against his. "Guess we're doing this now…my honest answer? I dunno, never really gave kids a lot of thought…what about you guys?" 

"Kids are okay," Wukong admitted. "I mean, look at MK, he's great and all…but a baby? Raising an actual child is a lot more difficult than one might think."

"Like you know anything about raising a child," Macaque snickered as he peeked around your body to smirk as Wukong sent a heated glare his way. "I know it might be difficult for most people to actually be responsible, but for me? I could take such good care of our child, sugarplum." 

Macaque continued. His hand ran up and down your thigh as he slowly rose to lay most of his weight against you. Your brow rose in amusement at the glint shimmering in Macaque's eye. "Think about how cute they would be, our mini me running around the house and-"

"-...causing a mess, like a certain troublemaker I know," Wukong interrupted. "Look, hun, I would love nothing more for OUR-" Macaque didn't have time to react before you were yanked out of his hold and pulled into the king's lap. "-kid to exist, but aren't MK and Mei enough right now? Heh-...I mean, think about how much they are…like imagine me but smaller, cuter, and ten times more-" 

"-smellier? Yeah, what a nightmare that'd be," Macaque grabbed you by your ankles. You squealed before laughing as you were pulled underneath Macaque, who hovered over you with his hands groping the meat of your thighs. Macaque grinned wildly as he leaned down, "If he thinks having a kid is too much for him, then he won't have to worry about that for a couple of months since you'll be having my kid first." 

"Slow down, tall, dark and handsome…you haven't even taken me to dinner yet," You teased as you reached up to caress the side of his face. 

Macaque's content filled sigh sounded heavenly as he melted against your touch—such affection that could leave him in that weakened and vulnerable state. Macaque nuzzled his cheek into the softness of your palm. 

Wukong's face scrunched up at this display before he slapped his hand over Macaque's face and pushed him out of your frame of view. He too began hovering over your laid form while he hissed at Macaque, "Who said you'll be having the baby first? This is a joint decision between all of us! Don't be selfish, bud." 

Macaque chuckled as he swatted Wukong's hand away, "You seem pretty against the idea of having a kid, no point in involving you since you won't be the one carrying." 

"Psh, well, who would want a kid now of all time or with you? We just got finished with the whole end-of-the-universe situation and barely had a break since and you want a kid now?!" Wukong threw his arms in the air. 

"Is there going to be another chance for us–all of us–to be together like this? I dunno, before another disaster starts again? You know just as much as me that this 'calm before the storm' is not going to last forever," Macaque snapped back. "And I much rather spend that time knowing I'm doing everything I've ever wanted to do with them, and what does that say about you? Oh right, always the one to hide away and never confront his problems, typical Wukong—thinking only about himself and his interests." 

"Ha! my 'interests' are what keeps us safe and thinking rationally! Obviously that means 'm the more responsible one here!" Wukong bared his teeth, his tail swishing behind him in short, swift bursts. 

"That's a first, congratulations."

"Oh, you pretentious fuck-" 

Before you could stop them, hisses and snarls were unleashed as Wukong launched himself at Macaque and tackled him off of the bed. You rolled onto your stomach and pulled yourself to peer over the edge to watch the two of them duke it out. You rested your face in your hand half-relieved that they were 'play' fighting instead of actually tearing each other's throats out. You winced as Wukong put Macaque in a headlock, but Macaque managed to escape long enough to flip their positions. You ducked just in time as Wukong's nightcap flew past your head. 

"Hey! Watch it!" You spoke, but your words fell on deaf ears as Macaque got pinned for the nth time with Wukong's hands squeezing at his throat. 

It was safe to say the argument wasn't over even when they continued to tumble around on the carpet. 

"-and you're only thinking with that tiny thing between your legs-"

"Oh? That tiny thing that had you choking so hard you were cu-" 

"-GUYS!" 

The two monkeys stopped and turned their heads to stare at your unimpressed face, Wukong's nightcap hanging loosely from your index finger. Sheepishly, the two crawled off of each other and knelt before you. You leaned forward and placed Wukong's cap back on before rubbing the underside of his chin, the king's face turned to mush as he was left leaning forward when you pulled your hand away to run it through Macaque's hair. 

"Look, I see both sides. I get that we might not have enough time as we do now, but there's no need to rush something so…important." You admitted, your eyes straining in the dark to carefully observe their expressions.

Macaque's eyes strayed from yours as Wukong's chest slightly puffed out. A sigh left your lips while your rehearsal of playing mediator for both sides ran in your mind. "I'm happy that you're ready to participate in such a big commitment with us, Macaque, but right now? Everything is fine and we definitely need to talk more about this than just deciding to have kids without a proper discussion-" 

"HA-!" 

"-but, on the off chance that something does happen then I'm not entirely against having a child right now." The corner of your lip twitched upward as Wukong deflated. It was Macaque's turn to stare smugly at Wukong.

You shook your head and slipped off of the edge of the bed to sit before the two, wrapping your arms around each of their heads as you brought them close to rest your head against theirs. "Wukong, I need you to know that even if we aren't ready for such a responsibility right now, at least we'll have each other…right? And when have you ever shied away from the chance to be irresponsible?" 

Wukong let out a breathless chuckle as Macaque snort made your grin stretch. 

"This is…different." 

"Yes, it can be scary and something we'll never be ready for…but I'll be glad knowing I'm doing it with you two," You lowered your hands from their head to their cheeks and planted a kiss on Wukong's nose before turning to peck Macaque's temple. Wukong lurched forward to pepper your cheek in kisses as Macaque grabbed a hold of your retreating hand to kiss each knuckle. 

The sweet and tender moment broke as you wiggled from their kisses to ask, "So…are you two gonna kiss and make up now?" 

Wukong and Macaque blinked at you before turning to meet each other's bewildered gazes. 

"Over my dead body," Macaque teased as he grabbed a hold of Wukong's nightgown in his fist.  

"Hmph, that can be arranged again," Wukong taunted as he pushed his forehead against Macaque's. 

You simply watched on as they began to aggressively hug it out. 

What a sight to behold before bed. 

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[attractedtopeoples]

Jake Webber NSFW Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet

Tags/Warnings: mdni, smutty/suggestive stuff below the cut, don’t like don’t read, written with afab!reader in mind

Johnnie’s version here, Tara’s version here

A/N: hiya, im going insane should I do a Tara version???

Aftercare (what’re they like afterwards)

King of post-sex sleepy cuddles but will definitely make sure your cleaned up and comfortable before he falls asleep, his head is most definitely on your chest as he sleeps too btw.

Body part (favourite of their partners, favourite of their own)

With a afab Partner, their tits. I’m really not going to explain this one too much bc I think it’s obvious (my guy mentions them every second video) but yh.

And it’s a touch odd but he loves his lower stomach, mainly bc you always trace the stars and now he mainly relates that tattoo with those memories of you.

Cum (all things to do w/ cum)

Opposite of Johnnie, loves to make a mess on you. Your stomach, back, tit’s, face- doesn’t matter, he loves it all. He does love being able to ‘clean up’ your tits though (he gets to leave hickeys and lovebites on his favourite part of you, he loves that shit)

Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Absolutely a sucker for your nails scratching the back of his neck, or down his back. A bit of a masochist in the sense that he likes small twinges of pain. small enough to not hurt badly- but enough to remind him of you whenever he traces them.

Experience (are they experienced? do they know what they’re doing? etc.)

I’d say average amount of experience, but doesn’t ever brag (other than silly jokes abt getting more bitches than Johnnie), however he has assets, and he knows how to use them, and he uses them well.

Favourite Position (Self-explanatory)

Definitely a sucker for you riding him (cowgirl), and loves to watch your tits bounce along with you.

After a bit he’ll lose patience and help you out a touch, pulling you down onto his chest or swapping positions so your legs are around his waist as he’s pinning you down.

Goofy (are they more serious or silly during the moment?)

Again I feel like a mix between both, but more of a lean into silly, and he loves to tease at the same time.

Hair (are they groomed, do they care if you’re groomed, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

Doesn’t care if your shaved and doesn’t bother shaving unless you specifically ask him too, he simply doesn’t see the point in shaving- it’s just hair.

again, it’s a touch darker than his natural hair, but o her than that it does match.

Intimacy (are they romantic in the moment?)

He’s definitely the type to mutter love confessions into your neck- either as you cuddle or fuck- it doesn’t matter, he loves being so close to you and being able to be honest with you about his feelings- plus the ability to give you a few hickeys as he does is a bonus.

Jack Off (Masturbation headcanons)

Horny bastard, but he’s usually confident/comfortable enough to tell you so it’s rare that he jacks off, but it’s not entirely uncommon

maybe once/twice a week as a most/average

Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Face Sitting- loves to have you on his face, it’s quite simple. (He also loves your thighs, so win-win)

Praise- he likes to give and receive this one, but you’ll find it more common to receive this one after a good day, and giving it to him after a bad one

Bondage- rarely but he likes to have his hands tied together behind his back- not being allowed to touch you as a form of punishment- a truly cruel one bc he’s naturally a very touchy person, especially so in these moments.

Switch- he leans more towards dominance but is fine with subbing every now and then.

Location (preference in terms of place)

Does not care. At all. (That’s a lie, there are obviously some no-no’s but you get the point). He does prefer places where you can both be comfortable (mainly you)

Motivation (what turns them on)

You.

He’s such a simp it’s not funny (it is), and he’s so sensitive to touch as well, a truly incredible combo- especially if you feel like being a bit of a tease.

No (turn offs/hard no’s, what they won’t do)

Similar to Johnnie, nothing that he fees could seriously injure you, and definitely nothing where you’d be even slightly uncomfortable. He might try but he doesn’t really understand why. (No matter how much he jokes about Johnnie spanking him)

Oral (preference in giving/receiving, skill, etc)

A bit if both honestly, great at giving, and extremely careful not to hurt you when receiving. A very ‘in-the-middle’ guy when it comes to giving and receiving head.

Pace (what pace do they go at during sex)

He tends to do slightly above average speed, but always deeper- and sweet Jesus is he good at knowing what you want. Whether it be wanting more or less he is very observant and is usually able to adjust rather quickly to what you need/ask for.

Quickie (opinions on quickies)

Dislikes them, only because he likes the patience he can have as he kisses you and your body, borderline body worship every time because ‘that’s what you deserve’ (his words)

Again, wouldn’t say no but would simply prefer to wait until you guys could be alone and take your time with each other.

Risk (are they down to experiment? Do they take risks in their sex life?)

I think he is willing to try anything you ask, but otherwise would default to what he knows. And in terms of doing something in public, well he wouldn’t say no.

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

This guy has some stamina, I’d say 3-4 rounds before he starts to tire out, but similar to Johnnie he’s very willing to give head if your not done.

Toys (do they own them? do they use them?)

I think he owns them, but hasn’t really used them on himself. If his partner wanted to use them on him- go for it, but he’s never found the need to use them himself. He is also fine with using them on his partner.

Unfair (do they like to tease?)

Definitely. This man might not be exceedingly patient, but in terms of this, he could tease/edge for hours before giving in to what you’re asking.

Volume (how loud are they? What sounds do they make, etc)

I feel like he isn’t overly loud, but not overly quiet either. It entirely depends on the situation and what’s going on. Definitely a groaner but I’m not really gonna describe sounds more than that.

Wild Card (random headcanon)

I loves when you trace his tattoo’s, both in the moment and outside of it, he loves watching your face as you focus on tracing each one.

X-Ray (what’s going on under the clothes)

7 inches, slightly leans to the right, no more explaining.

#E7D8C0 > #F2CFBE

Yearning (how high/low is their sex drive?)

Above Average, about 4+ a week, but if yours is higher or lower he adapts to it easily.

Zzz (how quick they fall asleep after)

He makes sure that your comfortable and all aftercare has been sorted out, but then the second he closes his eyes he’s out like a light.

[olderthannetfic]

I have really mixed feelings about the small proportion of F/F fiction (original or fanfic), because yeah sure, people have their desires, they should write what they want, I get it. It all works out when I hear it from person to person. But somehow the logic only ever applies in one direction? "There are more male protagonists because men only care about male characters! Women also mostly care about male characters, because that's the majority of characters they get!" And then somehow we also yet kvetch when men write female characters (because it's incorrectly or something, nevermind if women are writing male characters correctly). Why don't we expect gay men to feel compelled only by femslash for the same reasons (but gender swapped) as the lesbian slashers/fujoshi? All of those very rational justifications are applied selectively, "for me for not for thee," and it all only leads to "idk I just don't wanna write femslash", for Reasons. Do we get to call them microaggressions yet?

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No, you don't get to call other people's fantasy life a microaggression.

That is indeed "for me but not for thee" in the sense that you get to want what you want but other people aren't supposed to follow their id.

Do you also police gay men who spend too much time on drag and obsessing over female divas? That's an actual real world behavior that's somewhat equivalent. It frequently goes unchallenged, at least by progressives, because men are allowed to do whatever they want with chick stuff, while women are "stealing" if they dare to stray into dude stuff.

(God, I've seen so much more policing of drag kings being ~problematic~ for acting out stereotypical gender than policing of drag queens for the same. It's nuts!)

Fujoshi are often queer, but it's absurd to think we're mostly lesbians. We tend to be bi or asexual women with gender stuff going on, though there is a mix of everybody, including lesbians. There are also a lot of AFAB non-women who get lumped in with us. On the rare occasions I find a man willing to admit to being a similar demographic, he usually does like gender play in his hobbies and entertainment. It's just that men face even more pressure than women do to fit into tidy categories. Bi women get told we're whores. Bi men are told they don't exist.

Yes, I know plenty of lesbians who write more m/m than f/f, but in the big picture of all of AO3 or all of fanfic or all of media, they aren't the demographic driving these numbers. They're vastly outnumbered by the bi women, the asexual women, and the straight and gnc women.

The men we should be looking at as an equivalent aren't cis gay men but bicurious soy boys and the like.

Do most of us fujoshi object to equivalent men doing an equivalent thing? I've seen it sometimes, and I agree it's hypocritical. I'd like us to afford men the same ability to play and take on identities in their art. I remember enjoying Ranma fandom back in the day and reading quite a lot of f/f that was probably by men. It had some of that same sense of distance and fantasy that I so enjoy in m/m aimed at fujoshi. (I do consume some by-cis-gay, for-cis-gay content, both m/m and f/f, but it's often too literal and too bound up in specific named identities for my taste.)

On average, the people I see complaining most about men producing f/f material are the same people who think that because I have a clit, I should center my life around women exclusively. In other words, people spouting radfem ideology, perhaps on purpose or perhaps without realizing.

I do agree that some of the ways of expressing a lack of desire to write femslash can get pretty douchey. I want us to move away from some of the less accurate ones like "There are no compelling female characters" because of this.

But the reason for all these jerkass explanations is that women and people perceived as women who like m/m are constantly asked to explain ourselves. These aren't usually microaggressions: they're openly hostile. People get defensive and try to answer with important-sounding reasons about identity and pain because society at large won't accept "I like this" as the true explanation.

Pleasure is never enough of a reason for a woman to do something.

[towriteloveontheirarms]

Let them hear (Daemon Targaryen x Wife!Reader)

synopsis: Daemon had never shied away from teasing you in public. No matter the setting. Today you feel up for revenge.

warnings: PWP, smut, public sex, oral sex (m receiving), vaginal sex, spanking, afab reader

word count: 2.1k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall @urmomsgirlfriend1 @ajthefujoshi @schniiipsel

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A/N: @bl4ckph0enix, @happilyhertale and I came up with the idea of sucking Daemon off during a council meeting on discord and we decided to each write a story for it to see what comes out of it with each of us. You two are so sick for this idea and I love you so much for it!❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

When a match had been made between you and the rogue prince, the romance between the two of you burned bright and very passionate. He was rarely seen without you by his side and the other way around as well. You always hung onto his arm, holding him tight to your body as you walked and talked. Hanging onto every single word that left his beautiful lips. Those lips that you never ever wished to leave yours when you are kissing in your chambers at night. Yet every night was followed by a morning in which your ways would need to part for at least a couple of hours so you could attend the important matters that your station postulated. All of it left little time for the two of you to spend together. Less than you would have wished for at least. In truth you still took most of the day for yourselves and when you fell asleep at night you would never have to wait to crawl into each other’s tight embrace. In truth all the time in the world spent together could not be enough for the two of you.

Though there was a time during those duties that did allow you to spend some time near each other. The small council meetings were boring as anything, making them very hard to listen too already. However when your aforementioned husband dedicated most of his time to additionally tease you under the table, staying focused got so much more harder. All that you could pay attention to was the way his large, rough hand ran over the inside of your thighs, teasing the seam of your small cloths. Even going as far as to push his fingers inside of you. Slowly pumping them in and out as he stretches you out. Without fail it would get you worked up and flustered every single time. Pulling him to the next free, hidden enough space to ride him into oblivion.

You play along with his games willingly like the good, little wife he knows you to be and if it is just for the knowing and unamused looks Otto Hightower shoots at the two of you. He was just a cunt. You understood why your husband lived to irritate the man. Until one day, Daemon gets what was coming for him the second he started this game.

Once more his hand finds his hand under your skirts, but this time instead of flushing and lowering your head, you catch his wrist and push it away. A challenging look in your eyes as his confused lilac ones meet yours. Using the moment of the other men being distracted with their conversation about only the gods know what, you swiftly slide down the chair to your knees and hide away under the table, between his legs.

“What do you think you are doing?” He bows down to whisper to you, but you only hush him with a finger to your lips and a mischievous smirk, telling him to lean back again.

With that action alone the dynamic between you changed. You could see in his barely contained face you are in charge now. A warm feeling spreads deep in your chest at the look of his reddened cheeks. Immediately you put that changed dynamic to good use, by feathering touches all over his thighs. Though he takes most of that foreplay off your hands as the predicament you are in makes him incredibly hard already. So you don´t waste any more time, but free his hardened length, lick the palm of your hand and pump him a couple of times. Across the table Otto Hightower was eyeing Daemon critically already. Proving once more, that even if no one else is paying attention, he is.

Watching Daemon´s head fall against the back of the chair and his lips parting to make way for his staggering breaths. Settling your hand at the base of his cock, you place a few kisses to his tip until you hear a tiny whimper from above. Biting back a smile you finally take him into your mouth. Only a little at first and then more and more with every time you moved your head down. Setting an almost torturingly slow pace, you add a rhythm to your head bobbing, that has your husbands hips meeting your lips. Your mouth feels so good around him. So warm and wet, your cunt is still better, but this is as close to heaven as he can get. Your breathing grows ragged now as well, wishing for nothing more than to be alone with Daemon in this moments. You get pulled from your thoughts by Daemons cock hitting the back of your throat. Trying your best not to make any gagging sounds to give you away you swallow heavily, barely managing to keep yourself together. Daemon on the other hand is a lot more careless. Groaning quietly as he pleases and as if you two where the only two people in the room. Letting him pop out of your mouth for a moment to calm your breathing, your hands keep stroking his length. One at the base, playing with his stones and the other teasing the tip. The conversation around you begins to quieten down as the meeting wraps up, meaning you needed to be even more careful.

“Shh. You need to be quiet or they will hear.” You whisper up at Daemon.

“So, let them.” He murmurs his answer back at you. Almost a low growl really. He knows it sends a shock of desire through your body whenever he does. He sounds so primal, you can´t help it and so your lips wrap around his cock again. His fingers thread into your hair, a dull pain driving through your skull as he pulls at the tresses. You hold back another whimper, yet his sounds of pleasure become more obvious by the second. Pulling a look or two towards him, but none of the council members say anything. They know better than to cross the rogue prince.

Daemon pulls you in closer by your hair, attempting to get back his control over you, but you pull away your head once more. Lightly slapping his inner thigh a couple of times. You both know it doesn´t hurt him, but it gets your point across. You were the one in control, at least for now.

Coming up from your hiding place again you sit back down just in time to grab his cock again in your hand to ward off his disappointed gaze and for the meeting to wrap up. One after another the lords at the big table say there farewells Until it is only the two of you, the hand and Viserys left.

“Are you not going to join us?” Your husbands older brother asks, none the wiser to the situation mere inches away from you.

“We will be with you soon, brother. My dear lady wife and I have something important to discuss first.” Daemon gives you a stern look. Signaling that your time in charge was coming to a close.

The king nods and then pulls lord Hightower with him, but not before he can make one of his remarks.

“I am sure you and your wife have pressing matters to discuss. I do hope everything is fine between the two of you. It would be a shame to see such a young marriage fail so soon.”

“I thank you for your concern, your lordship. Though I can assure you that nothing of the sort will be happening any time soon.” You mime the ever dutiful wife. Glad to see the two men leave, letting the heavy door fall close with a thud as they resume their conversation.

Once you are all alone in the big council room, Daemon is quick to bend you over the table. Opening his trousers and pulling them down along with his small clothes. Then he bunches your skirts around your hips. Almost ripping your small clothes in the process of getting them out of the way. A desperate whimper leaves your lips as he delivers a few generous spanks to your behind.

“You are such a naughty girl.” He growls into your ear. “Cannot even keep your fingers off me for a whole council meeting, can you? You are that needy?”

“I just did what you always do to me.” Your voice is weak from the force behind the impact of his rough hands against your jiggling flesh.

“Ah, that´s how it is. I am sure you can handle the consequences for such a behavior too then.” Daemon delivers another set of slaps to the reddened skin of your ass. Grabbing your hips in a bruising grip, he enters your already dripping core in one swift push. The movement so slow, that you can feel every inch dragging against your walls as he enters you. When he bottoms out, his large frame presses you into the edge of the table. The pain of the edge of the hard wood and the stretch of your inner walls mixing with the arousal of the moment, swirling in the depths of your stomach to send a fire of need through your veins and setting every nerve ending alight with it.

“Daemon!” You cry out, wanting him to start moving already. The attempt to move your hips against his yourself is futile as your body is entirely trapped in its position.

“Not my name, love. You know how to address me if you want something.” You can practically hear the smug smirk in his voice.

“My king, please. I need you to fuck me.” Your breathy plea reaches his ears.

“Anything my queen wishes.” Daemon barely finishes the sentence before he sets a fast paced rhythm with his thrusts. His hips rolling perfectly to create a slapping sound every time your skin meets. One of your husbands hands loosens from your hips and wanders up to the middle of your back to push you onto the table further, securing you on place even more as he leans over you. This simple action alone elicits the most desperate moans from your lungs. His breath fans over your ear as he presses hot, wet kisses to your skin.

“Fuck, you feel so good inside of me.” Leaning your upper body up, you stretch your neck back, overcome by the desire to feel his lips on yours. Knowing what you want, Daemon immediately leans down to give you what you need. His warm lips take yours in a confident, almost aggressive touch, that makes your chest glow with a familiar warmth. Pulling yet a louder moan from you as one of his hand grab at your breasts over your dress. Leaning up further, your tongue meets his in a dance for dominance.

Right in that moment you feel a gust of air hit your chest. Daemon had pulled down and almost ripped the front of your dress. His hands now squeezing and lightly slapping your tits, before parting from the kiss and pushing you down with the same hand to the back once more. The pace with which he thrusts into you becomes faster and sloppier. You know he is close and you are too. Sneaking one of your hands down to rub tight circles into your pearl, you make sure to bring yourself there the rest of the way. The edge of your climax rapidly comes closer under his and your own ministrations. Flicking at your sensitive bundle of nerves once, twice, three more times, your velvety walls start to flutter around Daemon's cock.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Whole body shaking from the pleasurable contractions, loud and uncontrollable moans forcing their way out of your lungs, you pull your husband over the cliff with you.

His hips stutter in their fast thrusts, the swiftness of their rolling motion becoming rougher until he buried himself as deep inside of you as he possibly can. The tip of his length is kissing your cervix as he spills his hot seed directly into your womb with one last groan of your name. It takes a while to recover from that intense encounter.

After you have finally calmed your breaths and fixed your clothing, you give your husband the most admiring look he has ever seen on any person.

"Do you believe anyone suspected anything? Aside from the hand?" You ask as you wrap your arms around Daemon's middle and look up at him. Waiting for another one of his kisses.

He gives in almost instantly. Pressing his lips to yours. This kiss is much more languid and loving compared to the last one, which was pure lust and passion.

"I am sure they did. Yet again a dragon does not concern himself with the opinions of sheep." He murmurs against your slightly swollen lips. Laying an arm around you, to lead you out of the room.

[ipseitydelrey]

Can I request a nsfw alphabet for Carmy?

of course you can !! and thank you <3

nsfw alphabet ☆ carmen berzatto

ship carmen berzatto x afab!reader

warnings reader has afab anatomy but uses gender neutral terms, smut, oral (m and f receiving), slight bondage?, biting, fingering, use of protection (stay safe kids!), masturbation, sex toys, tiny bit of degradation mixed with praise, tiny bit of exhibitionism, sexting/nudes, teasing

a/n i’m gonna be totally honest: i haven’t finished watching s2. i’m almost done it tho, i’m on episode 7 so my idea of carmy is solely based on everything that has happened up until s2:e6 (technically episode 5 bc episode 6 was entirely set years before s1 takes place soooo).

enjoy !!

A = aftercare (what are they like after sex?)

typically, carmy would be too tired to get up and get washcloths, so he’d rather just hold you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. that’s his idea of aftercare anyway.

B = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and of yours)

he likes his hands the most. he likes how sometimes you trace the tattoos on the back of his palms and he just loves to hold your hand. during sex, he sometimes likes to finger you so he loves how you moan and writhe while his fingers pump into your fleshy walls.

as for you, it has to be your mouth. he loves to cook for you and you’re the taste tester for a lot of his experimental dishes when he was curating the menu for the bear! although, on the lewd side, whenever you give him oral, it’s so arousing to him how your mouth takes in all of him.

C = cum (anything to do with cum)

he likes to finish either in you or on your stomach, although he does wear condoms regularly so he mostly finishes while still in you. however, when you’re giving him a blowjob, he likes to give you a facial.

D = dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

he wants to fuck you while you have an apron on and nothing underneath. he hasn’t told you this fantasy yet, but if he ever catches you doing it, best believe that he’s bending you over the kitchen counter.

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

oh he definitely has experience. mostly hookups and one night stands, though.

F = favourite position (this goes without saying)

his favourite would have to be camel style. carmy loves having you ass up with your face pushed into the pillow while he pounds you.

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

when you first start having sex, he’s more on the serious side. though, over time as your relationship grows and you’re more comfortable with each other, he does crack a joke or two.

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

curly and messy, but controlled. sometimes you help him with shaving!

I = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

he only ever said “i love you” during sex around one year into your relationship. it was a slip of the tongue, and you can tell how worried he got when he said it. he quickened the pace when you said “i love you too.”

J = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

rarely to sometimes, probably once or twice a week. if he’s pent up but he can’t leave work just yet, then he’ll go into the office or the bathroom and masturbate.

K = kink (one or more of their kinks)

at the start of your relationship, you were both pretty vanilla (keyword: were). maybe five or six months into your relationship, you suggested trying bondage — just tying your wrists together. one of his other kinks that he suggested was biting; mostly biting you, but he wouldn’t mind if you reciprocate the action.

L = location (favourite places to have sex)

while he does prefer the privacy of the bedroom, there are times when he enjoys doing it in the kitchen or a car.

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

a random turn on he has is the way you eat specific foods. for example, ice cream in a cone. when it melts a little and you lap up the ice cream with your tongue, he can’t help but think of you sucking him off.

N = nope (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

obviously, he would never hurt you, either physically or verbally. and although one of his turn ons his how you eat, one of his turn offs is using food (like whipped cream, cherries, etc.) during sex. he finds it to be a waste of using perfectly good ingredients that he would rather use to cook you something.

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

he likes both, but he likes to be on the receiving end. at the end of a typical day working on renovating the restaurant, he’s tired, but sometimes in the mood. so you’re happy to give him a handjob/blowjob while he lays back and relaxes. if he wants to perform oral on you, then he likes it when you just sit on his face.

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

depends on his mood, which most of the time is pent up anger. rough sex is common in your shared sex life, so it’s a welcomed rarity when he wants to go slow.

Q = quickies (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

honestly, he’s perfectly fine with quickies. granted, he’d rather take his time with you, but if you’re in public like a bathroom stall or something, then he’s all for it.

R = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

he would be fine with experimenting a little, maybe with bondage, sex toys, and a bit of degradation (usually mixed with praise). he also likes taking risks in semi-public places (for instance, the office at the bear; you two have definitely done it there anytime you come over to visit).

S = sexts (yes? no? pictures?)

more pictures are sent than actual sexts. the texts themselves are more teasing than explicit, as are the pictures. you both partake in send one another nudes, but they’re always either tasteful or the sexual organs are covered just enough.

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

he himself doesn’t own any toys, but if you do — especially later in your relationship when you start to experiment a little — he’ll definitely use them on you.

U = unfair (how much they like to tease)

there are no words to describe how much carmy loves to tease you. the teasing is toned down a bit in public (with a couple of exceptions, like maybe if someone is trying to flirt with you…he’s definitely jealous and will tease you relentlessly), but when it’s just the two of you, he can be so unfair.

V = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

he’s the type of guy to not moan. maybe some grunts here and there, and there are whispers of ‘shit’ and ‘fuck,’ but no moans or whimpers.

W = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

one time, you suggested eating aphrodisiac chocolates to spice things up in the bedroom. of course, carmy does know that he can just buy them at a sex shop or online, but he decided to make them himself. and yes, they definitely put you in the mood…

X = x-ray (dick size)

slightly above average, but girthy. he’s also the type of guy to have that one prominent vein that runs along the side that just feels so good when he’s pumping in and out of you.

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive? how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

again, depends on mood. if carmy is pent up and still energetic when he comes home, then he can last three, maybe four rounds tops. however, if he’s tired, then one or two rounds before he clocks out.

Z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

most days, he falls asleep pretty quickly (hence, his definition of aftercare being quiet praises and cuddling). he does tend to fall asleep before you (sometimes, he can clock out right after he cums), but on days/nights where he’s still energetic, he’ll clean you both up and you both fall asleep in each other’s arms.

[dreamingofaizawa]

Coffee and Stitches - Part Two

Shouta Aizawa x AFAB! Fem! Reader

Warnings: None just an insane amount of fluff

Word Count: 8.4k

Author's Note: PART TWO LETS GO

Enjoy~

You’ve fallen into a nice rhythm with him. Working your shifts, handing Shouta a new sample or two, experimenting with more drinks. He does end up taking you up on your offer to sleep upstairs, and he brings his sleeping bag along with an overnight bag and spare clothing for himself. It’s only a few nights, and he makes sure to always clean up after himself and always makes some kind of meal for you afterward as some kind of payback. He’s sweet, and kind, and he may be blunt most of the time but he’s fun to be around. More than a few times you’d caught him stifling a laugh at some of the dumb jokes you’d make, and you’d call him out on it just to make him admit you’re funny. He’s helped you brainstorm a few of the things you’d need to change around the cafe for winter time, and you’ve spent a whole lot of time together after his patrols just sitting at a table and talking about nothing over whatever warm drink tickles your fancy as the weather gets colder.

You learn alot about him, his favorite things to eat and drink, his favorite things to do in his free time of which he has very little. He likes cats, but doesn’t have the time to take care of one like they should be cared for, nor the time for any pet really. You learn he developed his very own fighting style with that scarf of his and it took him six years to fully master it, the calluses and scars on his hands are a testament to that fact. He doesn’t drive anywhere, doesn’t usually need to when he can swing around and run across rooftops most of the time, but he does have a license to drive as well as an old car he rarely uses but manages to maintain well enough. You also learn he’s a ruthless but also merciful teacher. He’ll ‘flunk’ any of the students that can’t meet the standards for his course, but re-enroll them in a different course so they still have the opportunities that come with attending UA. He’s kind in that way, where he’ll witness a student’s limits and shift the course of their schooling to reflect their strengths and weaknesses. There are so many layers to this man that you’d never known, but the more you talk the more you want to uncover.

It was nice, the push and pull of your nightly interactions. Even on your off days you’d make sure to be down in the cafe, just to greet him as usual and meet him after a patrol for a cozy conversation. More often than not, he’s leaving as the sun rises, and the morning shift is getting used to having him around as a regular. You’ve grown a lot closer to him, and it warms you much like a drink when you think about the man. Today as you fall asleep, your mind drifts back to the hero. You’ve got it bad, huh? You’ve got to keep this thing in check. 

The low buzz of your phone is what wakes you up. Only half-awake, you probe around beneath your pillow and locate the damned thing, answering it without reading the caller ID. 

“Hello?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” The deep, tired, monotone voice on the other end jolts you wide awake. It’s Shouta.

“No! No, it’s fine, hi!” You sit up in bed, slinging your feet over the side to get your brain working at full speed.

“Hi.” It takes a moment for it to click in your brain that he sounds amused. You try not to giggle like a schoolgirl.

“Hi. Um, what’s up? You calling for any specific reason?” A hum sounds on the other side, and a small ruckus is unfolding in the background.

“Yes, actually. You’re off tonight, correct?” Well, today is…Friday? Which means you’re going to be off tonight and Monday night. Another overnight worker would be covering for you those days, since they have another job this is their secondary income so it works out for the both of you.

“Yup, I’m off tonight and Monday night, why?” You can hear some more commotion, maybe two other voices? It’s hard to tell exactly what they’re saying. He clears his throat.

“Actually I was wondering if you’d like to come over to my place tonight for dinner.” Tonight? For dinner? What in the world brought this on? And what could you say but yes?

“Oh, sure! What time should I be there?”

“How does 7 o’clock sound?” That’s in…4 hours?

“That sounds nice. I’ll see you then?” Whatever was happening in the background had calmed down, silence filling the line as you wait for a response.

“Seven it is then. I’ll text you the address. See you later.” He ends the call there, and your heart begins to race in your chest. Did this qualify as a date? You weren’t prepared for this. The first thing you do is text Rika, the only three words that would get her attention.

Date tonight. Help.

You hadn’t realized she worked today, and that her shift ended about three minutes ago, so when your door burst open and Rika shouted as she ran down the hall you were startled to say the least. Finally reaching your room, she runs over and grabs your shoulders, shaking you just a little too hard.

“Tell me it’s a date with Eraser.” All you can do is nod. She nearly shrieks.

“Okay, okay, we need to get you dolled up. I’m thinking a bodycon dress, sensible stilettos, bold but cute makeup. Hair! What are we going to do for your hair?” You grab her shoulders this time effectively shutting her up.

“Rika, it’s only a small dinner at his place. We aren’t going out anywhere. He’s making dinner.” You can almost see the gears turning in her head, the outfit ideas flying around in her brain.

“Bet. Sit still, I’ve got this.” You do just that, letting her raid your closet and throw a few combinations in specific piles on the bed. All of them are a good balance between casual meeting and dinner date. The last thing you want to do is make it seem like you want this to be a real date, because if this is meant to be some kind of ‘thank you’ dinner it would be embarrassing to look like you expected something romantically involved. She’s still buzzing around, digging through the little makeup you’ve got and putting together something sensible. You catch the lacy pair of underwear and matching bra she tosses at you with a frown.

“What the hell are these for?”

“Duh, for when he’s undressing you! You can’t go in without a matching set.” 

“Oh shut the fuck up! This may not even be a romantic date! And even then this would be the first and we definitely won’t be getting anywhere near that stage yet!” You grab a normal pair of underwear and hop in the shower, using the new citrus scented body scrub you’d gotten not too long ago. It would pair well with the raspberry lotion you’ve got, and that scent combo would be subtle enough to not overpower whatever meal he had planned. When you’re out Rika has an outfit laid out for you, and you must say she’s nailed your style perfectly. The layers are perfect for the cooler weather, and the jacket can come off once you’re inside. 

“Now, makeup. Sit.” You’re planted in your desk chair while she fiddles around. Mascara, very subtle eyeliner, a hint of blush and sparkly clear lip gloss. She touches up your brows lightly and once she’s done she sweeps your hair into a casual updo, all the while you apply the lotion to your body. When you’re all done and dressed, it’s 6pm. According to the gps, it should only take fifteen minutes to get to his apartment complex by car. You’ve got 45 minutes to kill, and you figured you’d stop by the liquor store and pick up a bottle of champagne. Rika agrees.

“Come on, we’ll take my car.” You eye her suspiciously.

“Your car? Are you going to take me to his apartment?” 

“Well duh, I’m not gonna let you drive! You’re not planning on staying over, so you should be out of there by what, ten? I can pick you up, easy peasy.” Somehow, you feel like this could be a setup, but you don’t voice that opinion. 

“Fine, I guess you can help pick the champagne.” With that you head out. The store has a much larger variety of champagne than you’d anticipated, but between the two of you the choice was narrowed to a white champagne that should pair with pretty much anything. By the time you actually get to the complex, you’re fifteen minutes early, and you text Shouta that you’d arrived. He sends you the floor number and the apartment number, and Rika sends you off with a ‘good luck!’. Shouta buzzes you in at the door, and once you’re inside you take in the decor. It’s higher end than you’re used to, but you supposed that’s the kind of thing a hero’s salary can get. Then again, it’s definitely not the fanciest in the world, so Shouta choosing to live here makes sense. He didn’t really strike you as the luxurious type anyways. The carpet in the lobby is kept insanely clean for how dark it is, the navy blue still very bright instead of dull and gray like one would expect. There’s a reception desk where you fill out your name and the room number you’re visiting, and the woman points you in the direction of the elevators with a smile.

The elevators are all chrome, the ceiling a smooth mirror that you gaze at your reflection in. You haven’t looked or felt this pretty in a while, you’d never really had a reason to get dressed up at all. The button for his floor is pressed, and the soft ding notifies you of your arrival. It’s easy to find his apartment, the rooms numbered clearly and boldly on plaques outside the doors. When you arrive, you knock, and wait patiently. The door opens and you’re met with the wonderful aroma of Italian food. Tomato sauce, cheese, oregano and all kinds of spices. Shouta stands before you in a black button-down and comfortable slacks, thank heavens you aren’t overdressed, his sleeves are rolled up above his elbows and the top few buttons of that shirt are left undone. His hair is brushed back into a low ponytail, the scruff that’s normally on his face has been cleaned up. Not clean shaven, but neat. It looks good.

When you’re done looking him over, you look up into his eyes only to see as he gives you a once-over. His eyes almost burn a path down your body, and when he finally meets your gaze he blinks and smiles sheepishly.

“Hi. Sorry, come in. I’m just finishing up. I hope you like chicken parmesan.” You giggle, stepping past him and placing your shoes on the mat beside the door.

“Hi yourself. Thank you for having me, I do like a good chicken parm.” The door is shut and you hand him the bottle you’d brought with you.

“I didn’t know what you were making, so I went with a mild option.” He takes it and sets it on the counter, and once you’ve taken your jacket off and hung it on the coat rack, he holds a hand out for you to take. It’s easy to place your hand in his, easier still to let him lead you around the corner away from the kitchen into a small dining room. The lights are dimmed just a little, a small round dining table with forks and spoons set for two, spaces left for plates to go. 

“You look beautiful tonight, by the way. I didn’t get to tell you earlier.” Heat rises to your face, the compliment making you fluster. He pulls out your chair and pushes it in as you sit, ever the gentleman.

“Thank you, Shouta. You look good too. I like what you did with your stubble. It’s nice.” You could have sworn his own cheeks warmed just a little. 

“Thanks. It was a friend’s idea.” You beam at him and his honesty.

“Well your friend has good taste.” He smiles back, then disappears into the kitchen. He called you beautiful! If Rika were here she’d be screaming right about now, you’re sure. The aromas from the kitchen are wafting through the air, your stomach gurgling just the smallest bit. You hadn’t eaten yet, considering you’d woken up and immediately started getting ready. So you were ready to eat, especially something that smelled so good. Shouta called out that he was coming around the corner with something hot, so you remained where you were and allowed him to set two small bowls of what looked like some kind of soup on the table, then disappear again and come back with two plates of the chicken parm. Once again he goes and returns with two glasses of champagne and two glasses of water. He takes his seat across from you, then clears his throat.

“So, this is no five-course meal, but I like to think my cooking is good enough for a date. So, french onion soup and chicken parmesan. I’ve also got some tossed salad if you’d prefer, but I didn’t know for sure.” A large grin spreads across your face, he’s just so cute and sweet.

“It’s wonderful, Shouta. Thank you. I’m excited to try it all, it smells amazing.” His own smile matches yours, and you dig into your soup. It really does smell good, and after cooling the spoon you can’t help but hum at the flavors. It’s perfectly seasoned, not overly salty, and the onions are caramelized perfectly.

“Shouta, this is amazing. My god, how long did this all take you?” He swallows down his own spoonful before answering.

“I started the tomato sauce and soup broth just before I called you. In hindsight, I probably should have waited until you’d actually said yes to the date before starting the cooking.” In all of that, the one thing your brain stays hooked on is the date part. 

“So, this is a date then?” When your eyes meet his, he seems cautious. 

“I’d very much like for it to be, if you’re alright with that.” You beam at him.

“I’d love that, Shouta.” Relief floods his features, and he takes the time to savor another bite of his soup. You do the same.

“I’m glad. As much as I enjoy our late night talks in your cafe, I’ve been meaning to spend time with you outside of work. In a more personal setting.” 

“I can only imagine, with what little free time you do have, that it can’t have been easy to find a time for this. Weekdays surely wouldn’t have worked.” He nods.

“I got lucky today. School let out early for both students and teachers, so I was able to get everything set up and prepare a meal like this.” It is a wonderful meal. He’s quite the home chef, though you’re not all that surprised after he’d made you so many meals at your place on a whim. The conversation is light and ventures around to all kinds of things. Your soup is finished off and the chicken parm is just as delicious, the sauce deep and savory with just a hint of sweet. You both sip at the champagne, but the water is the first to go. You ask him more about his life outside of work, what kind of things he’d like to do if he had the time, what kinds of places he’d like to visit given the chance. He’d love to see Greece, and the mountains of Machu Picchu. You’re surprised to find you both share an interest in ancient civilizations. You love the architecture and art, and he loves learning the bits of culture we can pick out from the ruins. The conversation continues long after your meals have finished, the both of you deep diving into the ancient civilizations you’d been obsessed with. You make sure to help him clean up the kitchen, not taking no for an answer, and you talk through the cleanup about random things. 

It’s domestic, and sweet, and makes your chest bloom with warmth. 

“Thank you for coming. I had a lot of fun tonight.” You grin up at him from where you stand near the door, your shoes not yet on your feet. Somewhere in your mind you want to delay having to leave, even just a little bit.

“I had fun too, thank you for inviting me. I hope maybe we can do something like this again?” His smile is infectious.

“Absolutely.” Your phone buzzes then, Rika texting you to say she’s waiting out front. Which means, unfortunately, it’s time to go. As much as you really don’t want to leave, you turn to Shouta.

“Well my ride’s here. I’ll see you tomorrow night?” 

“You can count on it.” It takes you just a moment for you to work up the courage to do what your mind is begging you to do, turning back to him after getting your shoes on. You motion for him to lean in close, and when he does you place your hand on his jaw and leave a soft kiss on his cheek. Your blood is pounding in your ears as you do it, the adrenaline making your heart race uncontrollably. He’s stunlocked, blinking down at you as you stare back up at him. You don’t know what you’re expecting, hell you aren’t expecting anything at all really, ready to turn and leave with a grin plastered on your face for the rest of the night. You’re surprised when his hand comes up to cup your cheek and he leaves an equally gentle kiss on your temple. It makes your face warm even further, the heat crawling up from your chest as you bite your lip to hide your smile.

“Good night.” He’s grinning while he says it, opening the door for you to step through.

“Good night.” You grin right back, and once the door closes you’re practically skipping all the way down the hall to the elevator. This is going to make your entire week, you’re sure. This was one of the best nights you’ve had in a long time. You leap into Rika’s car, and she can just tell from the look on your face that you’ve had a very good night. 

“So it was a real date then?” You nod, not quite ready to speak. If you tried you might just talk until you turn blue, forgetting to breathe altogether in your splurge of words. She laughs, beginning the drive back to the cafe. You can’t seem to stop smiling, and Rika definitely doesn’t let you get away with it.

“Must have been a wonderful date to make you this smiley. What happened?” You shake your head, not wanting to distract her while driving.

“I’ll tell you when we get to the cafe. You have some time to spare right?”

“For you, always. Especially when your love life is involved. It’s been years since you’ve been interested in anyone, let alone gone on any kind of date.” You roll your eyes, but she’s right. It’s been a very long time since you’d been romantically involved with anybody. Your life as of late has been consumed with the cafe, between opening a few years ago and scheduling and finances and insurance…It’s been a lot. You just haven’t had the time for romance, not that you ever cared all that much to put yourself out there. You can’t count the number of times Rika has begged you to make a profile on a dating app. Every time you’d refuse.

“Good. I’ll gush about it all once we’re inside.” The look she shoots you is pure surprise.

“Gush? Oh I’m sleeping over tonight.” Your grin only widens. It isn’t long before you’re parking and you almost sprint up to the apartment. It’s much easier to strip out of your outfit than it was to get into it, and the both of you get comfortable on the futon couch with a mountain of pillows, and she immediately drills you for the details. What he cooked, what he wore, what he said and what you talked about. After all her questions were out, all that was left for you to gush and gush about were all the little things that made you giggle and smile and the things that made you swoon. Like the way he kept his sleeves rolled up to expose his arms, the way his dress shirt and slacks fit his body so well, the way he’d swept his hair back.  You detail almost every moment, all the things you’d talked about over dinner and then some. 

“Rika, when I tell you this man is going to be the death of me.” She squeals, rolling over so she’s on her back.

“I’m so happy for you girl omg.” You grab her arm, not forgetting the one detail that is sure to have her screaming.

“I haven’t even told you the best part.” Her gasp is loud, and she rolls back over to face you, her eyes boring into your own. She’s intent on hearing this.

“I kissed him on the cheek before I left-” She squeaks, but you shoot her a look to wait for the rest, “and he looked shocked at first but then he kissed me back.” Unable to contain it any longer, she plants her face in a pillow and squeals, her feet kicking the bed behind her. The memory makes you giddy, and you hold your pillow close to your chest.

“I know. I mean, it was just on the forehead but the way he held my face. I swear I had little hearts in my eyes. If I didn’t know better I’d say I was in a sappy romance movie.” You talk until you pass out, the both of you so tired after hours of talking about the date. It’s almost noon when you wake up, Rika snoring beside you. She probably didn't have a shift today, so your late night date talk wouldn’t pose a problem to her sleep. Already wide awake, you busy yourself with little chores around the house. Tidying up the bathroom, maintaining the kitchen, sweeping the corners of the house where dust tends to collect. Nothing too huge, your weekly deep cleaning comes every Monday since you’re off. Rika wakes up then, diving through your fridge for anything decent to munch on. She groans when she doesn’t find anything she wants.

“You know the cafe is just a staircase away, right?” In her tired morning haze, she’d forgotten she gets free food in the cafe. She disappears down the stairs and you finish up whatever you were doing. Coffee wouldn’t hurt, you’ve been feeling like having something with white chocolate in it. The door opens and shuts, and you call out from where you’re buried in the closet to return your cleaning supplies to their proper homes.

“So what did you get?” The closet door closes easily, and you dust off your clothes as you hear the answer.

“Mac and cheese, I think.” That wasn’t Rika’s voice. You whirl, meeting Shouta face to face as he stands mere feet from you.

“Shouta! Hi!” His smirk is sly and teasing, and you can’t help the way you bite your bottom lip to hide your bright grin.

“Hi. You forgot this last night.” He holds up your jacket in his hand, and you take it graciously.

“Oh my gosh I didn’t even realize. Thank you for bringing it, but you were coming in tonight weren’t you?” He nods.

“So why not just bring it to me then? I’d have been down there.” The faintest tint of pink appears on his cheeks, and he can’t look you in the eyes.

“It’s kind of a selfish reason. If I’m being honest here I just wanted to see you again.” You do grin then, not bothering to hide it anymore. He’s just too cute. In the silence you can’t help but giggle at the bashful expression on his face. 

“Yeah, yeah laugh it up.” You go to hang your coat up in your room, still giggling out of joy.

“I’m sorry, I’m just very happy at the moment. A handsome pro-hero I’d just gone on an amazing date with not even 12 hours prior is now in my apartment, admitting that he’d gone out of his way just to see me. I could pinch myself.” With him still in the hallway you can’t see the blush on his cheeks.

“Handsome?” At the shock in his voice you whip around, stomping out to the hall, and you’re sure you’re looking at him like he’d grown another head.

“Uh, yeah. You may not be the most popular pro out there, and a plethora of girls swoon over that oversized red chicken, but there are so many women and men that find you hot.” He hums, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck and the tiniest bit of pink crawls up his neck onto his face.

“I figured someone was bound to, being a pro means putting yourself out into the public eye.” You nod enthusiastically.

“Yes, and one of those people is me. Like I said, you’re hot.” His other hand comes up to cover his face entirely. You’re sure he’s beet red under there and your grin is mischievous, the opportunity you’ve just been handed is irresistible.

“Are you…flustered, Eraserhead?” He peeks from between his fingers, a small ‘no’ muffled behind his palm. Obviously, you don’t buy it, so you push more buttons. Tilting your head sweetly, clasping your hands behind your back, swaying your hips just that tiny bit as you step into his space. 

“You are. A pro hero like you, flustered by something as simple as a woman calling you hot?” You lean way up into his face, which is still covered by a hand. His eyes widen just a fraction, and he barely leans away from you. Still you push, reaching a hand up to rest on his chest, toying with the collar of his shirt.

“You’re just too cute.” Suddenly his demeanor changes, the hand on his face dropping to rest on your hand, still on his chest. The other comes to land on the small of your back, trapping your other hand beneath it, and he tugs you close to lean over you. The change is so sudden you can’t help but arch the tiniest bit away from his face, which is mere inches from your own. Blood rushes in your ears, heart pounding in your chest at the dynamic switch. Now you’re the one flustered. He’s just so handsome and he’s right there, and you’re stuck in his hold. His eyes bore into your own, piercing and heavy and dark.

“You’ve got to be careful which games you play. You’ll get yourself in trouble.” The heat in your face feels like an inferno, your chest heaving as tension settles in the air between you. His hands are hot where they rest on your own, the skin contact and close proximity sends a tremor into your fingertips. You’re nervous. You’re anxious. You want to kiss him so bad.

“Shaking? Already?” He leans closer, your noses nearly touching and you swallow to help alleviate the dryness in your throat.

“I haven’t even done anything yet…”

“Okay, I definitely should have given you guys more time alone.” Shouta’s hands are off you in an instant, the both of you putting as much space between you in the confines of the hallway. Rika’s settling onto the couch holding a bowl of something hot, steam rising off the surface, and the grin on her face looks like the cat that got the cream. Her bowl is placed on the coffee table, and she faces you once again.

“However, after seeing what I’d just seen, I’m glad I interrupted when I did. You kids need to learn to keep it in your pants when there are guests around.” Shouta coughs at that comment with a mumbled apology. You only roll your eyes. The both of you walk toward the door, and you’re ready to see him off when he stops and turns to you.

“Actually, I’d also come for another reason.” He drops his hands into his pockets, his posture relaxing.

“In a couple weeks it’s going to be cold enough for the ice rink down the street to open up. I was wondering if you’d like to join me for some ice skating?” This time your grin is wide, joy leaking into your face.

“I’d love to, Shouta. Friday again?” He nods.

“Friday evening, in two weeks. 5 pm.” 

“I’ll be there.” The corners of his mouth tug out just a little, a smile pulling at his cheeks. He seems pleased.

“Good. It’s a date.” A date. A second date, with Shouta Aizawa. It takes every ounce of your willpower not to jump up and throw your arms around him. What in the world has this man done to you? He’s gone much faster than you’d like, disappearing down the stairs, and the instant the door is shut Rika’s comments begin.

“So how close were you to seeing him naked?” 

“Rika!” She throws her hands in the air.

“What?! It’s a valid question!” 

“No, it isn’t. Now eat before your food gets cold.” Her eyes roll, but she drops the subject. The next two weeks are spent as usual, plus the added anticipation of your upcoming date. Every time Shouta walks in the door you’re beaming, and you’ve noticed that slowly his smiles have become more frequent, however small they may be. You dare to think it’s because he gets to see you. You’ve already got your outfit planned out, a good mix between warmth and fall protection, and cute enough for a date. It gets much colder in the span of two weeks, snow beginning to fall regularly. Shouta’s hero getup didn’t seem to change all that much with the weather, but when you asked him about it he’d explained it’s almost an identical suit, just more insulated and a tad thicker and heavier. That made sense, he wouldn’t want to compromise the suit’s capabilities, but he’s also probably not very cold while sprinting across rooftops anyways. Now, as you wait ever so patiently for Shouta to walk in on Thursday night, your nerves are buzzing with excitement for tomorrow. You get to go on another date with this man that sends butterflies through your entire body. Mentally you kick yourself, being so giddy over a man so quickly has never ended well.

“You’re distracted tonight.” His voice makes you jump, the erasure hero standing directly in front of you on the other side of the counter. Huh. You hadn’t even heard him come in.

“Oh, yeah I guess I am. Sorry, I’m just excited for tomorrow.” His small smile makes heat burst in your chest. You’ll never get sick of that, even if it isn’t a full smile.

“Me too. I get to spend more time with a pretty lady.” That makes you grin way too hard, and you reflexively look down to hide that fact. The way he makes you so bashful is baffling, he’s somehow turned you into a lovesick school girl staring at her crush for the first time. 

“What, you get to call me hot and I can’t call you pretty?” A giggle bubbles up in your throat at the indignation in his tone and you gaze back up at him.

“I never said that. I like when you tell me I’m pretty.” His expression can only be described as smug.

“Then I guess I should say it more often.” Leaning over the counter, you let your elbows hold your weight and prop your chin in one hand.

“Not too often. You’ll give me a big head.” He reaches toward you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The action makes you blush but you don’t move away from his hand, even as his hand finds its way to cup your cheek.

“I don’t think so. I know how to appreciate beauty without spoiling her rotten.” You have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep the beaming grin from splitting across your face, but there isn’t much you can do about the flare of heat that washes over your entire body. His words are sending so many happy emotions flooding through your brain. Far too quickly for your liking, he pulls away completely, turning and walking to the door.

“I’ll be back after my patrol.” He calls over his shoulder. You don’t try to respond, he’s already out the door and swinging onto a rooftop as a light snow comes down. Now, with the space to breathe, you allow yourself to quietly celebrate the last few minutes. Nerves buzzing, cheeks hurting, face warm and all you can do is wrap your arms tight around yourself in a tight hug to keep from screaming out loud. The cafe remains empty for the most part until Shouta returns, albeit a little later than usual, and you greet him with a grin and a wave.

“So how’d it go?” His shoulders roll in a lazy shrug.

“Nothing crazy. I’m guessing it wasn’t much different here.” You nod.

“Yup. But it’s alright, I had something to look forward to.” One dark eyebrow lifts, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oh yeah? And what would that be?” You sigh, put on a dreamy smile, gaze up toward the ceiling as if there were a cloud playing your thoughts like a movie floating there.

“Just this handsome pro-hero. He’s a regular, always comes in before and after his patrols. I can’t lie, I always look forward to seeing him, you know?” He nods, playing along.

“I do know. I’ve got a cute cafe owner I like visiting all the time. On my really dead patrol nights I bide my time waiting to go back and see her.” There’s no point trying to hide your beaming smile, not when his matches. A laugh is shared between you, the cafe feeling just that little bit cozier in the cold weather. You stare at each other for a long while, the silence of the cafe stretching between you. His hair is damp from the snowflakes that had melted when he walked in, his cheeks not as red as they were in the cold air outside. You take in his face, the sharp angles of his stubbled jaw, his piercing eyes and the designer bags beneath them, his lips that you’d love to be kissing right about now. He really is such a handsome man. A handsome, tired man.

“Do you need to sleep here tonight? You came back late.” His hum is low and smooth, vibrating through your chest.

“I guess I did. Got held up with a punk at the end of my patrol route. I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” 

“Go on up. You should still have spare clothes up there.” He nods, then heads up the staircase. He knows the drill, if he needs a shower he’ll take a quick one before settling into the futon for a much needed nap. You really don’t know how he does it, living off naps and very little full rest. It’s a miracle he doesn’t collapse from exhaustion half the time. The rest of your shift is dead, and when the three covering the morning come in you let them take over. It’s easy to stay quiet as you make your way up the stairs, living here for a few years means you’d already memorized everything that makes noise. Shouta’s passed out, wrapped up in his sleeping bag. He didn’t even pull the couch into a bed, just hopped into his yellow cocoon and knocked out. You have to fight the urge to stuff a small pillow beneath his head and cover him with a blanket. He’ll have set an alarm for himself, so you disappear into the bathroom for a nice hot shower before settling into bed. You’re asleep the moment your head hits your pillow. Shouta is gone when you wake up, but that’s to be expected. He didn’t make anything this time, but that’s never been expected if you’re being honest. Rika texts you, saying she’d be up in a couple hours after her shift finishes, and you get busy with a light lunch for the both of you. When she bursts through the door the first thing she asks is if you’re ready for tonight.

“Yeah I am. I’ve been excited and waiting for this date ever since he’d asked.” Her shit-eating grin is not lost on you.

“I bet. What do you think he’d do if I locked you out of your apartment?” You stab your chopsticks at her face, shooting her a look that could kill.

“Don’t even think about it, asshole. The last thing I want to do is inconvenience him with a surprise sleepover he wasn’t prepared for.” If her smile before was mischievous, this one was downright evil.

“I don’t think he'll be inconvenienced by that, considering you almost got dicked down in the hallway two weeks ago.” Your jaw drops, a loud gasp leaving your mouth. The flames that creep onto your face is a mix between embarrassment and annoyance, and she’s laughing at you.

“Shut the fuck up about that already! You haven’t stopped talking about that for two whole weeks.” She’s clutching her stomach, doubled over the counter, cackling hysterically. It takes about two full minutes for her to calm down and wipe the tears from her eyes. What kind of best friend is she anyways?

“Yeah and I won’t stop talking about it until you actually get laid. You’re too pent up, gotta let loose, especially when you’re so against one night stands and hookups.”

“And rightfully so. Strangers are dangerous, especially when quirks are involved. Nuh uh, I’m not taking that kind of a chance.” She sighs, dramatically, and her shoulders sag then shrug.

“Yeah I know. You’re the only reason I’ve actually given those up, your paranoia is rubbing off on me.” Good. She needed to be more careful, one of her hookups a year back was making you nervous with how often he’d turn up looking for her. You still don’t know how he found where she worked. She’s blocked him and made it very clear she wanted nothing more to do with him, and he’s been out of sight, out of mind ever since. And since that incident she’s done exactly what you have, sworn off hookups and one night stands.

“Anyway, wanna see my outfit?” You spend the next twenty minutes getting dressed and having a mini fashion show with your skating outfit. Rika’s as supportive as ever, hyping you up and making inappropriately suggestive comments to make you laugh. Once you’re completely ready you take off, deciding it’d be nice to just walk to the rink since it’s only a few blocks down. A text is sent to Shouta alerting him that you’d arrived, but you soon see that you didn’t need to send it at all since he’s waiting for you at the entrance. He’s on his phone, leaning against a wall, and you assume he gets the text because his head shoots up and his eyes dart around until they land on you. You wave when he spots you, he waves back, and you get a good look at him as you approach. He’s got thick dark jeans on, snow boots that are probably waterproof, and a deep maroon puffer jacket over what looks like a thick turtleneck. There’s a fluffy gray scarf around his neck, matching gloves on his hands, and his hair is loose over his shoulders. He looks warm.

“Hi.” You smile at his simple greeting.

“Hi yourself. You look cozy.” He hums, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets.

“It’s cold.” You almost laugh at him. Almost. He can see you stifling your giggle and drags a gloved hand down his face.

“Yeah yeah I know. Come on, we gotta go get our skates.” It only takes you a moment, and you decide to grab his hand as you walk through the open gates. If he’s surprised by the action he doesn’t show it, his grip tightening around yours as you grab your respective sizes from the clerk at the counter. Your bag is deposited in a locker, and you’re on a bench pulling the skates on your feet. He’s done lacing his own long before you are.

“Do you need any help?” Yeah, you might.

“Honestly I haven’t gone ice skating since I was a kid.” He hums, then tugs one of your legs over his lap to lace up the skates.

“Let me know if it’s too tight.” It takes a couple do-overs, but once you’ve got both laced up comfortably you’re wobbling toward the gate on the rink. You’re nervous, it’s been many years since you’d done this and muscle memory isn’t going to be enough to keep you upright on the ice. 

“We can stay on the wall if you’d like.” You nod, a shaky ‘okay’ leaving your mouth. He steps on the ice first, easily transitioning. He must have done this often to be so smooth on the ice, but also he’s a pro hero. You have a much harder time getting into the rink, one hand gripping the wall and the other squeezing Shouta’s hand for dear life.

“You’re alright. Try not to be so stiff, keep your knees bent. There you go.” It’s definitely not easy, but it’s fun. Shouta gives you little tips, and whether you take them or not he encourages you to keep moving. It gets marginally easier to move comfortably across the slick ice, your legs beginning to actually move the way you want them to. And now more comfortable on the ice, you allow yourself to bask in Shouta’s presence. He’s so strong where he holds you upright, but oh so gentle when he pulls you along with him. His smile is lazy and sweet, and you can’t help the way your cheeks start to hurt with how much you’ve been smiling yourself. For a moment you have to wonder what kind of saint you’d been in your past life to deserve such a kind man to want to date you. Even if this doesn’t end in a full relationship, and even if you end up falling apart completely, you can live happily knowing that at least for right now, you’re happy with someone like him to share moments like these.

The sun sets while you’re focused on your feet, the dark bringing cold with it. Even though you feel like you’ve been running for an hour you’re freezing before long, and Shouta’s not far behind you. It’s easier getting off the ice than it was getting on, and your aching feet are relieved when the skates are yanked off and your comfortable shoes are back on. You’re going to be sore tomorrow, you’re already starting to feel the ache in your thighs and core.

“Are you hungry?” You nod, take his hand when he stands and offers it to you. He makes it easy to fall into step beside him, talking about nothing and everything as you make your way down the street. There’s a food truck you hadn’t spotted before that sells heaping bowls of ramen, and you find a popup table to get comfortable at as you dig into your steaming bowls. It’s a perfect little meal, filling your bellies and warming you from the inside out. 

“Thank you for tonight, Shouta.” He tilts his head, setting his chopsticks in the empty ramen bowl.

“So you had fun?” Your nod is quick and strong, a smirk growing on your face.

“I always have fun when I’m with you.” He matches your little smirk.

“That’s a pretty cheesy thing for you to say.” You shrug.

“Cheesy, but true. I really do enjoy all the time I get with you, even if it’s just for a few minutes before your patrol.” 

“Well it’s nice to know I’m not the only one.” For a minute you both sit there, smiling at each other like lovesick idiots. Shouta decides to break the little streak by taking your trash and disposing of it, then offering you a hand which you easily take. You take off back toward the rink, and Shouta offers to take you home since he’d driven there. Being as physically tired as you are, you accept. His car is exactly as he’d described, an older model, but he’s kept it well. It’s clean inside, and there’s an air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror that smells of linen and clean laundry. It’s a short drive, less than five minutes, and he insists on walking you to your door.

“So I guess this is good night?” You hate that tonight has to end. You want to stay in his orbit forever, want to stare into his eyes until you drown in them. He hums, reaching to grab your hands from where he stands one step below you. Heat flares over your skin when he brings your hands to his mouth and presses sweet kisses to your knuckles.

“I’m sure I could find a way to stay a little longer. I don’t have a patrol tonight, so I’ve got nowhere better to be.” It’s all too easy to lean in close, close enough that you can lie your forehead on his and breathe in each other’s air. 

“Shouta?” His eyes meet yours.

“Yes?” You bring your hands up to rest on his shoulders, toying with the scarf that sits on his neck.

“Can I kiss you?” Being so direct isn’t really your style, but you can’t take it anymore. A deep breath makes his chest heave, and his laugh is short and relieved.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” That’s all you need to hear, really, and your lips are on his. Hungry, insistent, you kiss him until you can’t breathe and then keep kissing him some more. He’s no different, large strong hands wrapping around your waist to keep you from separating. Your hands grip his scarf like a vice, using the material to tug him somehow closer. Your body temperature skyrockets, heat blooming through your limbs as your heart pounds heavy in your chest, but you can’t find it in yourself to care about the heat when you’re finally kissing Shouta. This is heaven on earth. If you could, you’d kiss him forever. The moment doesn’t last long enough for you, but you both need to breathe, so you’re left holding each other and basking in the afterglow of your first real kiss. He’s the first to break the silence.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” You laugh at him then, at how close you were to saying something almost identical.

“Yeah? How long of a while, if I may ask?” 

“It’s a little embarrassing, but that first night I’d fallen asleep in the beanbag downstairs. I don’t know why but when you woke me up I got the sudden urge to kiss you. The rest is history.” Another laugh escapes you.

“I was going to say something about not knowing me very well, but that would make me a hypocrite.” His head tilts, a smirk pulling his mouth.

“And why is that?” Your face heats up, and you can’t look him in the eyes.

“That same night I got some very domestic thoughts of you sleeping in my bed.” His smile is bright and sweet, and he buries his head in your neck much like a cat would. You won’t say that out loud, though. Having to pull away from him annoys you, having to separate at a time like this is incredibly inconvenient, but you’ve got to unlock your door to invite him in. Though, you do keep one hand clasped firmly in his. It's a flurry of clothing as you strip down to your thinnest layers, the heat in the apartment making all your snow gear unbearably hot, and once again you’re inconvenienced by the fact that you want to get comfortable in some pajamas before dragging him to cuddle on the couch. He still had a pair of sweats he kept here so he’d changed as well. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.” He hums into your hair, holding you tight to his chest where you lay atop him. 

“So this is one of your domestic thoughts?” You can only nod into his chest. You don’t think he’d appreciate knowing there were a few very brief not-so-domestic thoughts. For now, you’re going to keep those to yourself.

“Shouta? Can I be honest with you?” One of his hands scratch up and down your clothed back as he hums and waits. 

“It feels like I’ve known you for years. We’ve been talking almost every day for just over a month but it feels like it’s been longer.”

“I know what you mean. Though the first night I’d come here was probably about five months ago, so we have technically known each other for nearly half a year.” The memory makes you smile. He’d been injured, sure, but it was your first interaction. Things tend to look better in hindsight.

“Yeah. I guess you’re right.” Silence falls then, and you press your ear to his chest as you listen to his steady heartbeat. It’s solid, and strong, and his fingers on your back are lulling you to sleep. You can’t open your eyes for long, and what you do see is blurred by exhaustion. As much as you want to fight it just to stay awake with Shouta for a little longer, you can’t, and you slip right into a wonderful dream your brain can’t be bothered to remember.