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[bordemm]

𝑉𝐴𝑁𝐼𝑇𝑌 (𝐷𝐴𝐼𝐶𝐻𝐼 𝑆𝐴𝑊𝐴𝑀𝑈𝑅𝐴)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴅɪʟғ! ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ (ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ ɪs 42 ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪs 19), ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ? ᴍɪʟᴅ ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇs(ᴀɴɢᴇʟ,ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇ) ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴍᴋ ɪғ ɪ ᴍɪssᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ

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You slipped out of your car, locking it with a final beep as you made your way to the entrance of the home depot. You pulled out your phone, staring intently at the wiki how in front of you, the instruction in big, bold letters.

‘How to build your own vanity

It should be simple enough. Frankly, you weren’t in any position to buy yourself a vanity, so you settled for the next best thing, building it yourself. You gazed up at the aisle names looking for the right one. You knew how out of place you looked here. If your tiny little skirt and even smaller shirt weren’t a sign you had no idea what you were doing, the confused look on your face was more than enough to let the others around you know. You walked down the lumber aisle, dwarfing under the tall shelves as you look for a 4x4 plank of wood. What the fuck was a 4x4? You bit your lip, bending forward to get a closer look at all the names on the items on the self, trying to figure it out yourself, too stubborn and hardheaded to ask for help.

Daichi walked down the aisle, his eyes meeting your hunched-over body as your big innocent eyes scanned the shelves. You looked...confused, and well, Daichi is a nice man, and what kind of man would he be if he let a sweet little thing like you wander around this giant store confused.

“Excuse ma’am, do you need help?” he asked, making you jolt a little, gazing up at the man in front of you. He was big. His muscles were strained under the tight material of his black shirt. The veins in his arms bulging under his skin. His broad shoulders hid you from the view of anyone that would walk down this aisle.

“O-oh, I am, yes, please,” you confessed with a defeated sigh making the older man chuckled as he ran a big hand through his hair, the snow grey hair peeking out at the roots.

“Alright then, what are you trying to do?” he asked, towering behind you, looking at the same shelves with a small smile.

“I’m trying to build my own vanity,” you said, pulling out your phone showing him the website that gave you all the materials and instructions that you would need to make it. He nodded in understanding before pulling his cart towards you two putting wood in there.

As you two gathered all the materials needed to make your own vanity you made idle chit chat, you came to learn a lot about the older man, he was a single divorced father with a 16-year-old son, three years younger than you.

“Not to be rude Mister but how old are you?” you asked as you two walked side by side in the isle

“42” he said and you simply nodded slowly ignoring the way your cunt was drooling at the older man, he was sweet and so polite. He had crows feet and deep smile lines around his lips, he didn’t look 42, but you could tell he is definitely older.

Daichi saw the way you were looking at him. Saw how your mouth practically water every time he would reach up to grab something, your eyes flying down to gawk at his happy trail. He couldn’t deny you were pretty so sweet and shy listening intently to all the tips he was giving you on how you could build this little vanity and even offering to come over and build it for you, it was his ex-wife’s week to watch their daughter so he had nothing better to do than to build a pretty young girls vanity.

As you two made your way to the check out you began to bounce your foot nervously as you watched the numbers climb up, Daichi noticed your demeanor a small smile coming across his face before he turned to you.

“Hey sweetheart, I forgot something you mind running and getting the staples sweet thing?” he asked, flashing you his pearly white smile, your face grew hot at the pet names nodding shyly and running off to go get the staples. Daichi quickly scanned the rest of the items putting the card into the machine and paying for everything.

You scurried back to the older man holding out a box of… nails?

“i -i couldn’t find staples so i thought nails?” you confessed your cheeks burning up only making Daichi let out a loud belly laughing shaking his head. A big hand came down, ruffling your hair before he made his way to the exit pushing the cart in front of him.

“Hey, I have to pay for all that stuff!” you said, trailing behind Daichi looking concerned making him laugh and put you in front of the cart him pushing it behind you, your backflushed against his chest.

“Don’t worry about it sweet girl, I got it covered” he said looking around the parking lot

“Which is your car?” he asked, prompting you to point over to your little car that can barely even fit your groceries in, bold of you to assume that it would fit all these supplies.

“Little one, i hate to break it to you but that is not going to all fit in there” he says pushing the cart further down the parking lot before stopping in front of a large white f-150.

“I throw all this stuff in my truck and then just follow you back to your apartment, how does that sound?” he said, leaning back against the truck, you only nodded and began helping him throw everything in the trunk.

“Here get in the trunk I’ll pass you the stuff,” Daichi says lifting you from under the arms and putting you in the trunk, while doing so he got a peek at your pretty pink panties and the wet spot forming in them making his cock strain in his pants.

Thank you for helping me again, mister,” you said as you began to load everything into the trunk.

“Don’t mention little one,” he said, handing you the last can of paint. He held his arms out to you to help you come down which you happily accepted. He set you down on the ground where you instructed him to just follow you on your way back home.

You pulled into your apartment complex parking in your designated spot, Daichi right next to you. Shutting off your car you got out walking towards Daichi who was already heading your direction.

“Come in, sit for a second. We don’t have to get started, right away,” you said, taking Daichi’s hand and leading him up the stairs to your apartment.

He walked in, smiling a little, it was so yo. The decor, the furniture, the smell, everything screamed you.

“I can show you where I wanted to put the vanity,” you say, guiding him back to your room. Flopping down on your bed, ignoring the way your skirt rode up or the way your nipples pebbled under your shirt once you entered the cold room.

“Right there,” you said, pointing to the far wall in your room, Daichi snapping his head to look in that direction.

“Hmm i don’t know if it will fit love, it’s pretty big and that such a tight spot, it’s gonna be a squeeze” he said, his words sending heat to your cunt you cleared your throat smiling up at him pressing your thighs together.

“I’m pretty good at making things fit, nothing ever too big,” you said your voice becoming smaller and softer making Daichi bite his lip

“Yeah baby? Can you make anything fit?” he asked, taking your hand and putting it over his hard throbbing cock. Your eyes widening at the sheer girth of him before sheepishly nodding your head.

“I can make it fit daddy, promise,” you said, the name rolling off your tongue like sin. Daichi let out a groan pushing you down on the mattress crashing his lips into yours.

“Fuck your gonna make it fit aren’t you pretty girl? Because that’s what good little girls do,” he said as you nodded, bucking your hips in the air desperately.

“Yeah I’m gonna take it all!” you promised with a whine, your manicured hand gripping his shoulders as grounded his cock against your panty-clad cunt.

“Fuck baby I don’t know if i can wait. I need you now” he growled in your ear ripping your panties off a pained cry escaping your lips,

“Daddy, please please, I can take it no prep, see?” you said, scooching up the bed, opening your legs showing him your glistening cunt, a groan leaving his throat.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet, bet I could slide right in, hmm?” he asked, pulling off clothes feverishly before slotting himself between your legs bunching your skirt up around your hips. His cock rested heavy against your cunt as your lips bowed around his cock that was nestled between them, his tip bumping your clit.

“D-daddy can’t wait. Want it now” you whined, bucking your hips trying to coax his cock into your awaiting hole.

“I know I know m gonna give it to you” he said, pulling his hips back a little before popping the tip of his fat cock into your quivering hole.

“Daddy!” you squealed, feeling him stretch and open your walls up more than ever before his eyes trained on the way your cunt is sucking him in more.

“Fuck angel, you make me so fucking good, your so tight, a-are you a virgin” he asks confused on how you can be this fucking tight.

“N-no daddy! Your just too big” you whine your head rolling back as he sinks into you more and more, inch by inch until he bottoms out.

“Fuck this pussy is too fucking good, baby,” he said, pulling his hips back slamming them into you a loud, wet slap, ripping a scream from your throat. Daichi took that scream as an incentive to start moving.

His cock dragged and bumped your walls with accuracy that you think only comes with age. The way every vein in his cock was hitting every spot inside of you that made your legs shake was enough for him to drop his head down whispering filthy praises in your ear

“Fuck baby you milk my cock so well”

“You were made to take my cock weren’t you?”

“Fuck angel you’re so wet, you like this don’t you, getting off on fucking guys twice your age baby?” he questions as his cock hits the deepest parts of you. His tip is hitting your cervix so hard you’re scared he might breach and cum directly into your womb. You lock your legs around his lower back, your heels digging into him in an attempt to get him even deeper into your already battered cunt. The way your tongue lulls out of your mouth and your pretty tits bounce under your shirt have daichi’s fat heavy balls aching as the primal instinct to breed you, to mark you in the lewdest way possible, comes over him.

The feeling has him pounding into you even harder. The rhythmic slap of skin against skin and the squelching of your pussy fill the room, making your cheeks flush in embarrassment at the sound.

“D-daddy! Too deep!” you exclaim, tears of pleasure welling in your eyes as he hammers into you.

“Fuck, not deep enough baby, gotta get deeper if I’m gonna breed this little cunt” he pants breathlessly from above you. The mention of him cumming inside you has your cunt clamping down around his shaft, your walls sucking him in more in an attempt to milk him dry.

“Oh fuck, you like that baby? Like the thought of being my pretty little breeding bitch baby?” he questions, his thrusts becoming sloppy and irregular.

“Y-yes, daddy! Please please cum inside of me, please stuff me full!” you squeal as you thrash under him cumming your pussy, holding on to him with a vice grip.

Daichi bites his lip, focusing his attention on moving against the resistance of your walls. His thrusts become sloppy as he presses his hips flush against yours, his cum spurting out, painting your walls white.

“Thank you, daddy,” you whine, feeling his warm cum swirl in your womb. He chuckles, rearing his hips back again, slamming into you.

“I’m not done”

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[silverdelirium]

THE DRAWER | P.P X T.N

the ending was kinda rushed im sorry

summary: theo and pansy fuck you after waking you up and seeing you naked.

warnings: daddy and mommy kink, heavy smut, this is filthy lmao😭

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“y/n wake the fuck up!” a loud voice said in your ear, startling you awake. “pansy! what the fuck? i was taking a nap” you mumbled, pulling up the covers and rolling to your side, your right leg bent up.

you heard pansy gave a sigh and mumble a theo! as you slowly took notice of the rumbling going around you, which you presumed belonged to theodore snooping through your things. you peeled your eye open and caught sight of the brunette going through your drawers. more specifically the drawer.

“hey!” you yelled in anxiousness, sitting up and revealing your bare chest, blanket falling to your hips. theo turned around with a mischievous grin and a vibrator on his hand, eyes wide at your naked top half. pansy gave a disbelieving chuckle at the sight, yet growing wet at the thought of her best friend using the sex toy on her.

“well, well, well” taunted theodore. “what do we have here, hm princess?” he mocked, pants tightening when he saw your flushed state and pansy’s amused one.

“i- i can explain.” you said, completely forgetting about your breasts out on display for their hungry eyes. “why don’t you show us instead” spoke pansy in a low tone.

“i- what?” you said in pure confusion, swearing that you heard her wrong. “you heard her, show us how you play with that pretty pussy” demanded theo, bulge now very apparent as he slowly walked to your side, pansy on the other.

you were dripping onto your sheets at this point, their shameless talk turning you on to no end.

pansy grabbed the hem of your blanket and dragged it down, revealing your fully naked state.

your mouth was still agape, yet you managed to nod and lean back onto the headboard, swallowing hard. pansy unbuttoned her shirt while theo grabbed ahold of your knees and spread your legs, groaning when he saw your glistening cunt. he handed you the toy that you took with shaky hands, heart rate speeding.

pansy was now on the bottom of the bed with only her undergarments on. theo started taking off his shirt too, watching intently as you turned on the toy and positioned it between your legs. you looked over at the both of them before pushing it in, pansy giving you an encouraging nod.

you gave a breathy moan when the vibrator made contact with your opening, shuddering when you pushed it in, theo was now naked with his cock out, stroking it up and down. pansy just watched with lust-filled eyes as the toy moved in and out of you, your juices dripping down on the sheets.

“fuck!” you moaned out when you turned the vibrations higher.

pansy looked over at theo, who gave her a squint of eyes that she responded with a glare. it was like they were communicating with their eyes. theo rolled his eyes nodded, pansy returning her gaze to your eyes and gave you a seductive smirk as she crawled to you until she was hovering over your figure. wasting no time to crash her lips onto yours. you moaned into the kiss, moving the toy faster, that familiar feeling approaching, ready to snap.

you broke away the kiss, eyes unfocusing as you stared up at her. she seemed to notice your high approaching and looked back at theo. he came closer and hovered over you next to pansy.

“are you gonna cum for us baby? have that sweet pussy cumming all over the place?” he teased. you nodded frantically, your orgasm right on the brink- until a hand roughly snatched it out of you.

you gave a loud whine while squirming, looking down to see theo holding the soaked toy. pansy gave a giggle at your protest. “no- please theo-” you were cut off by your own gasp when he gave a harsh slap to your thigh. “it’s daddy to you, get it right.” he demanded, you gave a nod and nibbled on your bottom lip, pansy gave you fake pout and taunted, “daddy being too harsh on you princess? poor baby, lucky for you mommy’s here to make you feel good huh?”

“yes, thank you mommy” you said.

she gave you a proud smile and dived her head down to your neck, but was pulled away by the same force that took your vibrator out. “hey!” she protested as she was thrown to the foot of the bed. theo now came hovering over you, paying no attention whatsoever to pansy and clashing your lips together, tongue going down each other’s throat, pansy’s indignated huffs in the back.

theo grabbed your waist and flipped you over, grabbing your hips and bringing them up, your back arched and ass in the air, face down.

he looked back at pansy and montioned to the headboard, she seemed to immediately understand the message and scrambled up to lean against the headboard. her drenched underwear right in your face, you swallowed hard at the sight.

“now while daddy fucks you from behind you’re gonna eat mommy’s pussy, yeah?” theo asked running his hands down your back, his thumb on your back as his four fingers gripped your front until they felt your breasts, you gave light moans when he toyed with the nipple.

pansy was now moving her panties to the side, revealing her wet pussy to you. you whined at the mere sight and tried to reach to it with your mouth. but she grabbed your hair and stopped you. “nuh-uh, let daddy inside you first” she said, raising her eyebrows at the brunette behind you who smirked at her before removing his hands from your tits and massaged your ass cheeks, giving the right side a harsh slap.

he grabbed ahold of his cock and ran the head of it up and down your slit, making you rock your hips backwards and whine.

theo just slammed his hand down your ass cheek once again and inserted himself right afterwards, setting a brutal pace. pansy was watching how your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a loud moan escaped your mouth.

she grabbed your hair and pushed your face so it was in line with her sopping cunt. you got the hint and plunged your tongue inside her, your nose nudging her clit. she gave a cry at this and threw her head back.

“oh fuck so so tight” theo groaned from behind you. his constant groaning and moaning mixed in with yours, sending vibrating to pansy’s core and amplifying the pleasure, moans also continuously pouring from her mouth.

“look at you, letting daddy and mommy touch you like this, you’re like our little cumslut” pansy teased, yet getting cut off by a loud moan when you nibbled with her clit.

“mhm that’s right, a little whore that just wants to be fucked like this- shit.” theo agreed.

“fuck!” screamed pansy as her orgasm hit her out of nowhere, her back arching off the headboard, and you lapped it all up, humming at the taste.

you kept your head there dutifully until she grabbed your hair, pulling it up until you were supported by your arms too. her forehead with yours.

the male reached down to play with your clit, his orgasm approaching faster, thanks to your tight cunt and the sight of your jiggling ass, plus pansy’s constant moaning.

“let her cum theo, wanna see her face when she does” breathed pansy before crashing her lips to yours.

theo rubbed your clit faster and sped up his pace, making you detach your lips from pansy and give a loud, “i’m cumming, i’m cumming!” as you spilled all over his cock, mouth agape and legs shaking.

the brunette kept pounding until he reached his own orgasm, stilling his hips and spilling himself deep inside you while moaning your name, making you whine at the sensitivity when he pulled out.

fast forward to 10 minutes and you’re all heavy breathing while laying in your bed.

pansy wrapped her arms around your waist and brought you closer to her, as you settled comfortably on her chest, that familiar force yanked you back and you landed with a squeal on theo’s chest as he gave pansy a glare. she shot him a glare back and huffed lightly but still crawled next to you and laid her head in the crook of your neck.

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[rafescoke]

hiiiii!!

Can I please request a rafe x reader based on that song need to know by doja cat.

Basically the reader heard rumors about the rafe’s and he’s past with his ex. Basically all saying how he was a 10/10 on bed. The reader is furious but sad and quickly confronts the rafe. You can choose the ending. Smut or fluff ending!!

Also pls post the rafe x reader, jj fic with the 19 chapters plsssss!!!! I beg you!

Need To Know ; Rafe Cameron

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#Part 1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: The reader confronts Rafe about his past

Warnings: Straight smut, hella angst, substance, swearing, Rafe being a total dick

A/N: this one shot’s too long but i hope you will love it. i poured all my love into this however this isn’t my best work and im sorry!! 

p.s, i’m always open for requests <3

“Hey! thanks for coming,” Topper smiled, hugging Rafe’s side before kissing (Y/N)’s cheeks. He ushered them both to the middle of the ongoing party, to the centre where all of Rafe’s friends were hanging out. 

(Y/N) is never a fan of parties, especially the ones that she will have to tug on Rafe’s collars for them to finally enjoy the night alone. However, she passed up the chance of watching netflix with her partner tonight to go to Topper’s birthday party, since, it was, well, Topper’s celebration. 

If it had not been for Topper, she wouldn’t even bat an eye to this party, especially when she knows the amount of girls silently crushing on her boyfriend of 6 months now. Rafe’s incredibly handsome, with his hair messily parted and his blue eyes shining everytime they’re exposed to the glowing sunlight of Obx. . .  (Y/N) couldn’t justify why he would even choose her. 

“What are you thinking?” Rafe playfully groaned, pulling his girlfriend’s waist near him. His fingers played with the hem of her dress, giggling when she hissed, swatting his hands away. “Seriously. You’ve been quiet since we got out of the car.”

“I just don’t like the attention’s you’re getting tonight,” she sighed, rolling her eyes when Rafe poked her, an amused expression plastered on his face. “I shouldn’t have told you that. Now you’re this proud prick.”

Rafe laughed, throwing his head back, his hands still around her waist. She waited for him to regain his posture before kissing his cheeks. 

“Go and find Topper. I know you want to kiss him.”

“Not as much as I want to kiss you,” Rafe replied, laughing again when (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at him before walking away to go and get some drinks for herself. In truth, Rafe doesn’t understand why she would feel so inferior towards other girls; she’s simply the most beautiful girl he’ve ever laid his eyes on. No one can ever compare to (Y/N), and that’s for sure.

(Y/N) muttered a thanks when someone handed her a beer, standing on her toes to search for her friends. When she couldn’t see any of them, she began making her way towards Rafe and Topper. She decided that instead of waiting alone in the resting area of the club while everybody else is socialising, she would rather listen to whatever Rafe and his friends were conversing, knowing that somehow she’ll find something interesting in the discussion.

That was when she bumped into a figure, causing the person to drop the drink they were holding onto her front dress. (Y/N) groaned, not liking how she was already ruining the branded new dress she bought with Rafe. The smell of strong alcohol wafted into her nostrils, causing her to scrunch her nose.

“Watch where you’re going,” the person said, and  (Y/N) rolled her eyes before finally leaving the scene, not wanting to stir any unnecessary drama. She knows it will always end up dirty and Rafe will have to calm her down in the car. 

(Y/N) pushed her way through the swarm of sweaty bodies as the dress reeked with alcohol clung onto her body, and she momentarily regretted her choice of wearing a skin tight short sequin dress to a club where dropping drinks on someone is just something that is bound to happen.

She sighed when she finally reached the bathroom, quickly washing her stains with the cheap toilet paper. It left some white bits on her dress when she finally removed them, and she groaned again before washing the fabric under the running water. Her day was going totally bad, and she dreamed of the night she could’ve spent with Rafe if only Topper wasn’t born on yesterday’s date 19 years ago. 

“That’s what I’m saying!” a loud voice shrieked, followed by group of shrill laughs. “God, I really wish I’m still with him.”

(Y/N) raised her brows at the familiar voice, but thought none of it. Topper wouldn’t invite Rafe’s ex, he knows what she did to him. There was no way she was allowed to be in the private part of the club, unless someone had brought her as their plus one. 

(Y/N) shook her head at the thought, trying to focus on the stains that seemed to be making everything hard for her.

“He has this habit of running his fingers through his hair when he’s receiving head,” the voice continued, and  (Y/N) stopped in her tracks.

That’s exactly Rafe. Whoever the voice was, she was talking about Rafe. Rafe has this habit of running his long fingers through his hair while he’s whimpering, and it always drives (Y/N) crazy. 

She thought nothing of it, thinking about the possibility of another guy doing the same thing. It’s a common thing anyways; she wasn’t going to pull the crazy jealous girlfriend card that night.

She turned to pull another tissue paper, her ears still intently listening to the group of friends who seemed to not mind receiving any attention from their bold topic. 

“Now he’s with that (Y/L/N) girl. I honestly don’t get why he would be with her. Oh and-” the voice squealed, “Do you know that Rafe called me when they were talking?” 

What?

“What?” her friends asked in disbelief, and  (Y/N) didn’t move a muscle. She pressed her back against the tiled walls, listening close. Her heartbeat beat faster, and she could feel her head getting lighter.

“Yes! It was like, the first month they started getting close? He told me he couldn’t get over me and that he tried everything including finding me in her.”

(Y/N) felt the walls closing in, and quickly got to her feet to splash some water onto her face. She felt like dying right then and right there, but she knew she had to at least hear more to, now identified, Rafe’s ex girlfriend.

“He drove to my house and we just talked, you know. . . and then he told me something, and I refused. He got mad, I guess, and we fought like always, and he left me to be with that girl until today. Kinda sucks to be her, you know? Like the second choice kind of thing?” she continued, an amused tone lacing in her voice.

At that point,  (Y/N) had heard enough. She walked towards the exit as fast as her heels could take her, not stopping to stay goodbye to her now approaching friends. She could feel her hot tears crashing down, but she didn’t feel like crying in the club and having random strangers coming up to her to soothe her down.

When the night breeze hit her square on the face as she finaly exited the suffocating club, she let out the hardest cry ever as she tried to find any available taxis through her tears. There were none, seeing that it was only 9 p.m. and people had just starting to arrive, so she decided to walk to nowhere until she finds any yellow vehicle.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” a voice called out from behind her, and she turned when a hand pulled her shoulder. “What the fuck? Are you okay? Where’s Rafe?”

“Kelce, I’m not feeling good. I just want to go home, okay? Please, oh my god. I can’t do this right now,” she cried, covering her eyes with her palm. Kelce pulled her into a side hug, allowing her tears on his new t-shirt. When she finally soothed down, he tried to find an answer in her face again.

“What happened?”

“I can’t tell you now, I just-” she took a deep breath, “I just can’t. Can you um, call a Uber for me, please? My phone’s with Rafe.”

“What? Why would your phone-” he sighed, taking out his own phone. “Borrow my phone. It’s safer this way. Call a Uber, get home, and don’t do anything stupid. Okay?”

(Y/N) nodded, kissing Kelce’s cheeks before ordering a Uber, waiting by the sidewalk impatiently. She was scared Rafe would come out to look for her, and she didn’t feel like talking to him. 

She felt like shooting him in his ribs until he’s begging for her to stop. 

When she got home, her fingers trembling and her dress now ruined, she stripped out of her clothes and got under her covers. Her mother tried asking her about why she had come home earlier than expected with a running mascara and a smudged lipstick, but decided to let it pass when she didn’t answer, knowing that something has indeed happened. 

She felt like screaming. She had trusted him so much, and he was even the first guy to take her virginity. Now she felt disgusted, thinking about how she had allowed herself to the sweet words he had given her before.

She couldn’t ignore the memory of the night she first experienced sex with him, and the whole sweet care he had provided after.

It was Friday the 13th, and Rafe decided it will be a good night to watch some type of a horror movie.  (Y/N) agreed, being a fan of horror, but until one point, she was bored with the super-slow plot and boring characters. 

She played with Rafe’s fingers, intertwining them with hers, before she got an idea midway of the female character’s scream that echoed throughout her bedroom. 

“Rafe,” she said, and Rafe hummed in response. His eyes were fixated to the screen, not paying any attention to her. She whined, “Rafe. . .”

“Yeah?” He finally looked down to her, and laughed when he saw the face she gave him. “What the hell is wrong with you? The best part’s coming up. Watch it, the guy’s going to- fuck.”

(Y/N) had slipped her hand into his basketball shorts, teasing the outline of his v-line. Rafe’s breath shuddered, and he grabbed her hands before things escalate.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He grunted.

“I just wanna try something,” she replied innocently, and Rafe swore he felt like his heart stopping right then and right there. She was that sweet girl, and he has never saw this side of her.

“Can I?” she asked, and with a tiny nod, she continued her movements as Rafe’s eyes stayed glued on the television screen, though his mind was already on cloud nine. 

She was so good, and Rafe couldn’t explain the feeling inside of him when he watched her palmed him, her mouth slightly open and her hair falling down to her shoulders. Rafe felt like attacking every inch of her, wanting to give anything that she desired. 

“Stop,” he said, closing his eyes. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum from just your hands.”

“I want you to,” she said, and Rafe cursed. He liked, scratch that, he loved and is obsessed with the way she did anything to him, with her innocent eyes and her teasing smile. He felt like fucking her numb every single time she purposely brushed her hands against his buldge in the restaurant or bumping her bottoms against him when playing golf.

And when she would deny her actions, god, he felt like giving his all to her until she couldn’t walk.

“Rafe,” she said again, with that gint in her eyes. She leaned onto him, and he shievered when he felt her lips brushing with his earlobes. 

“I want you to fuck me.”

Rafe groaned, not wanting to look her in the eyes, afraid that he would do things he will regret the next morning. He felt her fingers around his chin, forcing him to look at her. 

“Please.”

“You told me you wanted to wait,” he said softly.

“I’m done waiting,” she had said, and that was enough for Rafe to crash his lips against her soft ones, pushing her lightly to her queen sized bed. He felt her hands playing with the hem of his shorts, and being an impatience fuck like his dad, he guided her hands to his already hard penis, craving for her touch.

“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes to the euphoric feeling starting to form in the pit of his stomach. His fingers fumbled with her shorts, trying to untie the waistband, and grunted when he couldn’t gues the knot.

(Y/N) giggled, untying the ribbon, sliding her shorts to the edge of her bed as Rafe waited with his eyes staring at her hands eagerly, like a prey waiting to attack. 

Once her shorts were off, Rafe didn’t waste anymore time to place kisses from her stomach down to the sides of her aching core.  (Y/N) couldn’t take it anymore, after so many nights of trying to picture this exact moment in her head whilst fingering herself, pretending like it has been Rafe’s fingers instead of herself, she wanted to feel him around her so bad. 

“Please, Rafe,” she begged, looking at him with the innocent eyes again. She moaned when he inserted his fingers in her, pleasuring her the way pornstars would from the many porn videos his cousin had taught him to watch since he was 10 before.

“Oh my god,” she screamed, not able to comprehend the strange feeling in her stomach. She tried to close her legs, only for Rafe to gripped them apart tightly, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Do that again and I’ll leave you hanging.”

It was the way he had said that that left  (Y/N) all red, pushing herself against him to reach her end. She felt a sudden feeling approaching, and gripped Rafe’s wrist to tell him. 

Rafe laughed when she had came around his dingers, feeling her juice soaking up his fingers and her bedsheet.  (Y/N) sighed, still heaving from her high, making a mental note in her head to love this other side of Rafe Cameron.

“Suck,” he said, placing his two soaked fingers in front of her face and watched her as she sucked on them like a little girl who’s licking off a lollipop that her mother had bought for her. He felt like cumming just from the sight of her face.

“I want you inside me,” she had said again, and Rafe groaned to look away, not wanting to be a regret she had made the next morning. He looked at her again when she sat on his lap, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Please?” she whispered, and before he knew it, she licked his ear to the the side of his lip before placing a soft peck on his lips.

Rafe has never removed his basketball shorts as fast as he did that night, not even when he had felt an animal crawling in his pants in the pet shop when he was 8 that resulted Sarah into having a laughing fit when they found out that a hamster had gotten into his pants.

He positioned himself in front of her slit, waiting for any new demands for him to stop now that she had changed her mind. But there was nothing, only  (Y/N) demanding for him, and without wasting any more time, he slowly slided into her, strecthing her hole.

He grunted when she felt her closing in, knowing that if she kept doing that, he’ll finish straight away.  (Y/N) screamed as he fucked her with a quick pace, causing him to quickly pull her head close to him to whisper into her ear.

“Shut up, princess. Don’t want mummy and daddy to wake up, do we?”

(Y/N) shook her head, wanting to reach her end soon. She moaned against her mattress, smelling Rafe’s scent from it, and liking the way he would whimper when he hit her g-spot.

“I’m so close, baby, fuck-” he cursed, his pace getting sloppier. His fingers with his cold rings intertwined with hers as he slammed into her for good measure, and pulling out to aim on her face as she tried to regain her breath.

(Y/N)  felt a shot of hot load landing on her face as she finally looked up to him, his sweaty chest heaving from the ungodly practice they just did. Rafe groaned, feeling himself getting hard again from the sight of her with his load all over her, and quickly turned away to grab a clean towel to clean her up.

That night, with a soft lullaby playing from  (Y/N)’s record player that Rafe had bought for her in Italy, he ran his fingers through her hair as she snuggled close, watching the moonlight brightened the ocean.

Rafe sighed, now wrapping his arms around her, forcing himself to not touch her breast in any way. “I’m sorry if it wasn’t what you had pictured in your mind.”

“Are you kidding?” she turned to face him, “God, Rafe. That’s exactly how I wanted it with you.”

Rafe chuckled and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, “God. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Riing! Riing!

(Y/N) wiped her tears with her fingers before pressing on the green button, bringing the phone to her ears when she saw Topper’s name. She decided that he deserved an explanation after she had ran off from his birthday party.

“Tops?”

“Hey, baby, you didn’t pick up my call. I have to use Topper’s phone but, um-”  (Y/N) heard the crowd sang happy birthday, “But um, are you okay? Kelce told me you were crying and I-”

“I’m fine. You should sing happy birthday to Topper.”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” he said to a voice in the background, and tried to talk to her again. “What is it, baby? The line’s kinda shitty here. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay. I know you’re not. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“It’s nothing, Rafe. Go and enjoy yourself.”

“God,  (Y/N), don’t pull this shit on me,” he sighed, and she waited until the background noise lessen. “Okay, I’m at the smoking area. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“You used me.”

“I’m - what?” he asked, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I heard her talking about how you drove to see her and you told her that you tried finding her in me,” she finaly confessed, her voice breaking. A tear slowly rolled down her red cheeks and she quickly wiped them away.

“Baby, it’s not how it sounds like.”

“Then what is it?” she yelled, clutching onto Kelce’s phone like it was her life support. “Fuck, Rafe, I gave you my everything.”

“Baby, I swear, it’s just-”  

(Y/N) waited for him to finish his sentence, and sucked in a breath when she heard the voice that had caused her this misery.

“Rafe! What are you doing here?”

“Fuck,  (Y/N), I’ll come by to your house, okay? Please, don’t do anything stupid, I’m coming back home-”

(Y/N) pressed the end call, letting go of the breath she was holding before finally throwing her head back against the pillow. 

#Part 2

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How would the yanderes react if their darling was the one to initiate intimacy/sex for the first time, and how do you think their darling would come to that point? (stockholm syndrome? being touch starved/deprived as punishment? etc.)

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goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, noncon/dubcon, abuse, profanity, anxiety, guilt, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, manipulation, mind control

BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN

-ADDICTION

She was riding for dear life, chasing that light at the end of the tunnel.

Eyes tightly squeezed shut as she hopped up and down, sliding upon Bakugo’s impressive girth, moaning each time his tip poked into her cervix as she clapped down onto his lap again and again and again and again, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, hitting knew spots upon new spots, messaging uncharted territory, rearranging her organs, poking and prodding and fitting so snuggly and perfectly inside her she could all but start crying from the bliss of it all.

She was crying. Hot tears streaming down her cheeks, numb with how warm she was, feverish and febrile and growing madder with pleasure, drunk and drowning in euphoria.

“Fuck.” He stuttered out his gruff moan, barely holding onto her hips anymore.

He'd been inspired and insured that it would be fine to let her move on her own now, knowing he’d made it clear enough she wouldn’t be going anywhere without him being satisfied first, thinking she was showing so much enthusiasm simply to make him come quicker.

He hadn't yet sensed how desperately she was chasing the same release he was, especially since he’d already made sure she came twice before they even started. Once on fingers, once on his tongue. He wasn’t at all thinking she was preparing herself for a third time, especially not on his cock.

Having left her to do all the work for a while now, having been rendered completely blissed-out and awestruck with feeling her eager movements on top of him, he couldn’t really care much for how pathetic a mess he must have looked beneath her.

His eyes scrunched together to hold onto every sharp movement of her hips, lips pursed out and puckered with his grit-teeth, his cock standing proudly, pushing into her again and again at such a fast pace he was barely able to feel his climax coming dangerously close, too numb with pleasure to part it from his release, but as his balls were emptying inside her he shot up into a sitting position in favor of lying down, needing to hold her still so he could pump his load without it spilling, arms reaching around her to keep her pushed down and impaled on him.

She tried humping for more friction even in the tight secured lock, rocking into him, kept snug against his chest, trying so desperately to reach with his cock what was screaming inside her.

He made some indication he was done. His thick arms losing their grip around her torso, head resting on her shoulder as he panted, not yet understanding what hell or heaven he was in for, taken by surprise, by overwhelming panicked surprise.

“No!” She roared out her little whine. Her smaller hands protruding nails digging into his chest to push him back down on the bed, then continuing to ride despite feeling him tense beneath her. 

He tried moving again, fearing, panicking because of his overstimulated cock being continuously pleased almost enough for it to be painful. The hunger already quenched being kept fed, drowning the thirst, so much he felt as though something might burst.

Her hands moved to yank his hair, pulling him back to rest on the pillow, her other hand pushing, seizing around his throat, violating his Adam’s apple, forcing him to gasp as he choked both on the action itself but also at the sheer controversy of it all.

Her mouth hovering above his own as he groaned from the pain of having his hairs ripped from his scalp and his vocal cords abused, whereas she only moaned in return, too concerned with feeling every inch of her being on fire to care.

“Oh fuck, please, Katsuki, please, more.”

Something tight tugged in his pelvis at the same time awe blossomed in his chest at the sight of her and those pretty eyes looking at him with tears and that sweet crinkle of plead between her brows.

His name dripping from her tongue like honey as she continued going up and down the length of his oversensitive cock, slipping even easier in now when coated in his cum. Her thighs sticking to his in juices as her head dipped to lay against his chest while she continued slapping, jumping on his cock with an unrelenting, unsatisfied determination.

His cock throbbed inside her, nearly crying, screaming with something playfully akin to aching, a pressure building again even as he thought it impossible.

She was stabbing herself with his cock, squeezing and seizing and fluttering around the blade, driving him mad.

But as soon as he got over the feeling of bursting, could he pull himself back.

Grabbing her waist and hoisting her off him, she nearly sobbed at the loss of contact.

He pouted in mimic, condescendingly. “Is the little slut begging for more?”

He grinned maniacally as he mounted her, surprised to see and feel her desperately trying to get closer as he pushed her down into the sheets beneath him, lining himself up with her sopping greedy cute little cunt.

He only teased for about a moment more before impaling her on his length once again, pushing all the way into her in a mere swift second, dragging a real pornstar-beautiful moan from her, gleeful to see her squeal with pleasure as he began thrusting into her sharply, angled to hit that sweet blissful spot inside her.

“Be a good girl and cum for me again.” He growled and she swore she felt it like thunder in her stomach, like explosions, like lightning striking. “That’s what you want isn’t it?” The frenzy in his voice, once only terrifying, now made her toes curl and her head feel like cotton. “You want me to make you cum? You want to cum on my cock like a good slut? My slut? Come on, cum for me.”

She was being fucked completely silly.

Tongue falling from her mouth along with a string of wet moans and drool and his name. Her eyes swimming with tears as she tried focusing on his and the gut-churning look of feral dominant lust in the heat of them that had her pussy clenching around him, yet was barely able to hold his gaze as she was being fucked into a cross-eyed mess, feeling the pressure build and build and build and getting so close to bursting she was crying with how she was being kept from her climax by some unknown cruelty.

She just needed him to go harder, go faster.

She just needed more, she just needed him, needed him and his glorious cock to help her.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

-APOLOGY

“I hate you!”

It slipped before she was able to stop it, before she could reconsider, before she could save herself.

She watched with terror-wide eyes locked on his, awaiting whatever awful murderous intent he chose fit for her punishment, and was at once trembling.

Knees growing weak, apologies falling broken on her tongue as her fear’s need to cry outweighed her wish for recovery, resulting in simply blubbering on her sobs. Small frail hands reached out in protection, in a timid means of making him give her a second to gather herself as she fell apart with the painful fear that clenched around her heart, making it hard to breath, making it hard to see, hard to stand, hard to think, hard to do anything except for gasp for air, air that seemed to not want to enter her lungs quick enough.

“Hey, hey… breathe.”

She hadn’t even realised she’d collapsed, nor that Izuku had come to catch her fall, rocking her back and forth in his arms, head resting in his palm. Her eyes wide and frantic as she looked up at him for help, helpless in her crippling anxiety, anxiety he was the trigger of and seemingly the only source of comfort as well.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I take it back, I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry, please, forgive me, forgive me!” She gulped on shuddering breaths, sobbing, hysterical in her scrambling, so completely panicked, so utterly destroyed by her fear of him, knowing how those hands of his could hold the world just as easy as her head and her heart, where despite knowing that through and through she still sought out the comfort in how his fingers stroked through her locks, petting her calm.

Her hands, retrieving more and more mobility, reached up to fold across his back.

“I don’t hate you, I’m sorry, I’m just stupid, forgive me, I’m just ungrateful and spoiled and stupid.”

Tears rolled down her face as she propped herself up in his lap, hands desperate as she intertwined them in his locks, fervently trying to make up for her mistake, trying to prove she was able to correct herself, that she didn’t need another lesson, another one of his mind-shattering bone-crushing lessons. 

The fact that he’d forced her into a perverted set of lingerie had fallen to waste, the fact that he’d been lecturing her about how she belonged to him, how she had no right to disobey him, how she was just a dumb little girl in a world too big for her to ever possibly understand, how she was good for nothing but being stress-relief for him. None of that mattered anymore.

What mattered was persuading him into taking enough pity on her to let her indiscretion slide.

She just needed to beg enough, she just needed to grovel and plead and cry enough.

“Sweetie…” He hummed, no anger present in his voice, but then again, there never was. Tone always laced or dripping with honey, giving no hint as to where his mindset was or what he was about to do.

And all it managed to do was make her cry harder, hold onto him tighter, fear climbing higher.

“It’s okay, Sweetie… I know you didn’t mean it.”

His words were all but reassuring, as she was waiting for the other side of the coin to show its face, waiting to hear his but’s and if’s and punishments and corrections, waiting for those hands of his to show her, to prove to her what she already knew yet let herself forget, that she was a small helpless stupid girl and he was nothing short of god.

“But…”

And there it was, her worst fear, her worst nightmare, all sounded in one word.

She couldn’t let him continue, and by god she couldn’t let him finish.

Wet soft bloated lips met, or rather pushed, forced themselves upon his stiff ones, suffocating all reprimanding comments, all and everything he was about to say.

She shuffled into a cradling position on his lap, body and chest glued tightly in his embrace, hands running, tangling, gripping desperately onto the emerald locks at the nape of his neck, lips whimpering upon his ones, as though begging them to kiss back.

That desperation tasted delicious on his tongue. How she sat on his lap like some wounded animal, begging for the kind and nurturing hand of their master to help soothe the pain away.

He wasn’t about to discourage that type of behavior, that form of apology.

She wasn’t ready to take his cock, but then again, she never was with how gifted he was and how cursed she were. His cock being so threateningly huge, just like the rest of him.

But given the rest of him was just as threatening, she could manage, she could survive taking but one of his limbs rather than having all his brutal strength take care of her.

So she buttoned up his pants, trembling fingers working hurriedly, spiked by fear of both what was to come and what would come were she to stop. Her mouth still laying sloppy tearful kisses onto his lips, as he didn’t seem to mind just how much she was sobbing to please him.

She was at once stroking him when he was out, her other hand rushing to save her own life as it messaged her clit, trying to warn her of what was to come, what needed to come.

Still he hadn’t said anything, still let her slave for him. Though that might be for the best in this case.

His large hands placed palms down on the floor, simply supporting him as he leaned on them.

When she broke off the kiss, he was about to correct her, yet she ducked quicker, wrapping her warm and wet lips around his cock and giving th head a swirl with her tongue before pushing down as far as she could, glucking on him so eagerly and desperately, rendering what reprimanding movement was to come of his hand to an encouraging petting of her head instead.

She only sucked for a brief moment, leaving the proudly bobbing spit-slicked pole cold once she parted with only strings of drool connecting them. She shuffling back up to align him with her entrance hurriedly.

Her lip quivered as she looked at him to search his stoic features, her body frozen, left to simply hover and sway above his impatient member, as she tried her best to quickly brace herself for the pain she was about to feel.

But then his patience wavered, and strong hands griped her hips and forced her down to take the cock, impaling her as he sheathed himself fully, earning a high-pitched screaming whimper from her.

She fell to his chest, hands tugging his shirt to steady herself as she winced at the feel of him tearing her apart.

“Silly me…” He chuckled, the sound cold and gut-wrenching. “Rewarding you when I should be punishing you.”

She breathed sporadically, hitched and hiccupping.

“I don’t deserve it, I don’t deserve it-”

Agreeing was the only course of action for her, the only thing she could afford.

“That’s right, you don’t deserve it.”

But the world is far from fair.

TODOROKI SHOTO

-DISTRACTION

He was coming.

He was coming and nothing could stop him, nothing could change his mind, nothing could help and nothing could save her, except maybe the next worst thing.

Bargaining pain with unwanted pleasure, the price being her pride, her dignity, her strength.

It would happen anyway after he was done making pretty artwork of her flesh, after he’d tampered with her limits long enough.

She had the chance to skip to the end. But the price remained her spirit, steep like her fear and heavy like her mind, heart and soul scaled together.

And yet, she made the gamble.

It was either she let him bite, chew and swallow her heart and spirit and soul on repeat or she bit back.

This was her biting back.

This was survival of the fittest.

This was her surviving.

She needed to take her aim now or never, before he did it first. So, she barreled the arrow, struck the bow, leveled her hawkeye and took the shot.

“I love you, Shoto.” She proclaimed.

Arrow flying, hands smooth in receiving his chest before he could tug her towards him. Meeting his hungry approach with a focused desperation of her own, dedicated as she pushed him back so that he was the one sitting and she was the one on top for once.

Hands gentle, without much pressure, drumming up the bruises and scars of his chiseled stomach, one side cold, the other hot.

“Will you let me show you how much I love you?” She questioned.

Time to see if the arrow had hit, lips pressed firmly to his forehead a short second later, before pressing one against his temple, careful to not hurt him where the skin was scarred and sensitive around his eye, then one against his jaw, and neck, and shoulder, and chest, trailing down further and further.

He stirred once she kissed on a particular cut, his hands coming to hold her back as he began sitting up.

Yet she was firm in her resolution, her own hands pushing his shoulders down.

“No, no...” She tutted, tone still soft. Not at all as though she was giving him a demand. Not at all like how he thought a command should sound, what he’d learned his mistakes would grant him from those people he trusted.

Not at all like his father’s voice of tyranny and terror.

“Let me take care of you.” She whispered it, and his heart clenched with memories of how his mother would patch him up after training.

The arrow well planted in his chest now.

“You just lie back...”

She kissed his cheek then, adamant she’d make him cry, make him become soft, help him, to save herself.

“Relax....”

She kissed his lips then and she swore she heard him whimper like a kicked pup, all fragile beneath her, broken and just a boy rather than the cruel man she knew him to be.

And then he was crying. Softly and quietly, but crying nonetheless. Thin streams of saltwater running down the corners of his pretty eyes.

He looked so vulnerable then. Vulnerable like glass, no… like ice melting.

And when the ice had finally melted she could either swim or drown in what ocean was left behind, all depended on how softly she handled him, where one wrong word would make him sharp like bladed icicles again, and the right words would keep him like this. Small, weak, needy, tame. You can only kiss storms when you’re right in the eye of them, where one misstep will send you flying, falling, to your despair, to your death.

She could make no mistakes.

She aligned her naked sex up with his. The steam in the room layered thick with dew on their naked bodies, alongside nervous sweat.

“You and I are the only ones that matter in this entire world, Shoto…”

She sat down, hungrily ripping a groan from his chest at her almost brutal pace, and she moaned as she dipped down to lay herself on his chest, feeling him sink and twitch inside her, fill her up so perfectly, like two things falling into sync, like yin and yang, like balance.

“It’s only you and me between heaven and hell.”

She whispered the words like a chant, like witchcraft, the breath of them tickling his skin as she kissed down his pelvis, still firmly planted on top of him, hand trailing after, running over him smoothly and precisely, careful in their venture, before dropping down from the loft of his hips to entangle her small breakable finger in his destructive hands

“And everything else is just falling snow…”

She rocked her hips, like a smooth wave rolling into shore, thighs cradling his torso snugly, keeping him safe and trapped beneath her as she continued lolling forward on repeat, tentatively feeling after the pressure his hands gave hers, how tightly he squeezed, if it were a form of encouragement or discomfort, their wrists laid on the warmth of her thighs.

“I love you, Snow-Angel.” He cried, voice jagged and so far away from anything she’d ever heard.

And though this was what she’d been aiming for, having it enrol before her was a frightening type of uncharted waters she hadn’t at all any knowledge of how to tackle.

And that fear, the fear of drowning, increased so spectacularly when he sat up.

His fingers slipping from hers, leaving her control and wrapping around her torso instead, tightly, so tightly she feared he’d break her spine.

And then the heat followed, the blistering heat.

And then the cold, the promise of frostbite.

But then… he was still crying...

Crying like a toddler into her shoulder, nuzzling in her neck and all those terrifying and painful promises seemed to mellow, leaving her unscathed yet panicked, as without the pain she had no way of knowing when or where to go, resulting to her simply sitting there, comforting her captor, speared on his cock of her own choosing, with his tears running down her back.

Her heart beating painfully rapid in her chest as she slowly and unsurely raising her freed fingers to wrap into his dual-coloured locks, petting his head and hoping, praying she wasn’t falling prey to any false sense of safety.

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

-HABIT

They were doing what they always did.

Simply lounging.

Slugged on the bed, in each-other’s arms. Sickly sweet fumes in the dank room. Air thick like a cloud, dark and grey and matt.

The walls having been erased or rather blurred out into nothing, leaving them there, floating in and about nothing, each-other’s warmth the only constant.

Where in the complete lack of scheduling it had become like schedule, like ritual to simply lay and do nothing, then do something that threw them back into exhaustion which in turn resulted in yet again doing nothing, except maybe sleep.

The day lacked much, and in its lacking there were certain expectations, certain instincts and impulses that had arisen inside her.

She knew something was coming, anticipation, she knew something was supposed to come, and yet they still laid there and did nothing, when they were supposed to be doing… well… something, so that they yet again could go back to doing nothing.

It was safe to say her head had become rather empty at this point.

���Are we forgetting something?” She felt the need to ask, felt the need to hear Dabi tell her, give orders in where she should go and what she should say, something not allowing her to feel the terror of why those necessasties had become second nature or why she found refuge in them.

He mumbled in return, tone dark and scratchy like gravel or coal, evoking something to twist in her lower abdomen and purr with pleasure. “And what would that be?”

Dabi’s hand still fingered a rolled blunt, perfect with his expertise and nimble lanky fingers. Hand dragged to his mouth to take the final blow, smoke puffed out into the small space of the bedroom, layered thickly in the air.

Her eyes puffy and watery and red yet remaining open out of habit. Her lips burned, or rather stung, prickled from the after affects, her mouth dry as though full of ash, and as she breathed she felt the scratchy raw feeling of her throat by how much she’d been coughing earlier.

Dabi was always certain she didn’t take proper drags, therefore resulting in taking the drag for her, locking his lips painfully tight around hers, blowing until her face turned red and he could be sure the smoke reached her lungs. He was never satisfied before her eyes glossed over, blank and stupid, blinking at him so softly, as all off her became softer and softer, both her gaze, her voice, her words, her actions, her thoughts, her resistance.

“I don’t know…” She honestly didn’t, all she felt was that something was missing, that she required something, or that something was required of her, the feeling that she was supposed to be doing something or have something done to her. 

Dabi turned his head to look at her, inspecting her features, the cute confusion warping her face into a feeble timid expression, brows softly scrunched together, eyes focusing on nothing yet something as she raked through her empty head, her foggy ditzy subdued head.

A look of near endearment present on his face as he watched on for a second for the sake of amusement.

He cupped her cheek, her eyes quickly skittering to meet his, as though on command, knowing by instinct that was what she was supposed to do.

“Are you waiting for something, doll?”

Her lips quivered, and he could already spot the brimming of bubbling tears that came flooding to the surface. Soon to be spluttering out hopeless mumbles if he didn’t save her from the fall first. He was almost tempted not to, if only to scoop up what was left afterwards, put the pieces back together in whatever order he so wished, but he was feeling benevolent tonight.

His smile was soft as it neared her, deceptively so, kind and well-wishing, as his lips met with hers.

It felt like salvation, it felt like peace, it felt like all was falling into place, the way they should be, and she felt safe, no… she felt saved. From what? She did not know, as she had not the mind to care. All she had the mind for was to kiss back.

She moved more on her own now, with the reminder of his tongue in her mouth, the taste making her feel like she was being welcomed home.

Leg sweeping over his to plant herself in his lap, in her rightful place, feeling the all too familiar poking of his hard cock kept bulged beneath the comfort or discomfort of his briefs and jeans, brushing into and past the thin fabric of her cotton laced panties, soon to be drenched, as on cue, as though she’d been taught that would be best.

Her eyes were wide, wide with falling, with being lost, with wanting him to catch her, to save her, wide with waiting, hanging onto his every movement, as though incapable of doing anything on her own, as though only capable of taking orders. Just as he’d shaped her.

His finger drummed alongside her thighs where she knelt on his cock. His other hand doing the same, meeting where his jeans were kept on, unbuttoning, then zipping down, all so slowly, all to watch her features turn even more lost, into something that looked so adorably like hope.

“Is this what you wanted?”

He pulled his stiff dick out of his boxers, having it spring and stand proudly in the air, curved and pierced with all sorts of fun.

She licked her lips mindlessly, eyeing the pole, wanting, no, needing, no… compelled to pull her underwear aside, revealing what dripping drooling well-trained mess had pooled from her.

Feeling so utterly fulfilled, it feeling so positively right, as though what she’d lost was now returned, was she’d been missing she’d found, and what more, what she’d been missing had been missing her as well, hungrily so, painfully so. It was all she could think of when she eased down onto the towering pole until she was filled up to the brim, only to push down some more to envelope him entirely, feel him stretch and curve inside her.

More after that, she didn’t know what she needed to do, but she was sure she’d know once she got there, she was sure Dabi would be a saint and tell.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

-BOREDOM

She was losing her mind.

It was a horrendous type of silence. Silence that wasn’t really silence at all as it was cut and sliced and murdered and bled out into the tactless endless mocking clicking of Tomura’s consoler.

Sharp aggressive smacks where he thumbed the joysticks, quick slaps with his long veiny bony fingers slamming with unneeded force into fragile buttons. 

She felt the sting in her temple, eyes squeezed so impossibly tight to a close as her ears sung with irritation.

“I’m done.”

She only barely recognised her own voice. Though she knew she mouthed the words and she knew she added timber and tone to sound them, but that whine, that sickly sweet defeat that laced the syllables, as though she were crying, as though she were begging, that wasn’t her, but that was who she’d become.

“You win.”

And she wasn’t at all sure if she cared anymore about her defeat.

“No… I’m about to.” He mumbled, eyes glancing to her briefly, split-secondly, before they swiftly, with lightning speed, stuck back to watch the bright screen a foot in front of him, the clicking made by his ruthless fingers never once stopping.

She wondered how such force was even possible, given he had to lift one digit on each hand in order not to destroy what he held so preciously. How he had the grip, the agility, the mobility and speed and precision was something that spurred through her mind each time she watched him go on, winning more so than losing. She guessed it was practice. Sometimes it would amaze her, somedays she would watch mindlessly as he sped through all levels, all ranks, all challenges, all side quests, win after win, wondering if it even posed any challenge, any stimulation when he seemed to complete them all with such ease and finesse, effortlessly.

Sometimes it would amaze her, but this was not one of those times.

She swore her ears were bleeding, they were screaming and crying and strangling all wishes she had of sleep. The bed was too soft and everything was too soft, too quiet, yet not quiet at all and she was so fucking bored, so fucking drained of everything and anything except irritation and the need for something and anything, something loud, something sharp to wake her up, something terrifying or something anything everything that could make her feel something anything everything.

She needed it, and she needed it desperately, all things aside, fuck who she was, and especially fuck that shitty fucking game he was playing.

“Fuck! Your stupid! Game! Tomura!”

She hadn’t even realized she’d slid off the bed and was standing on her numb feet, game controller snatched from him in one second and smashed to smithereens on the wall in the next.

She looked more shook than him, if he was being honest.

Nonetheless.

“What the fuck?!”

He was mad, no, he was fuming.

And she lived for it.

“I swear, you’re gonna pay-”

He hadn’t even reached her before her lips split into a grin, eyes like lightning awaiting the thunder.

“Gladly, punish me, do something, do anything!”

She wasn’t proud with her playful hinting, but you aren’t supposed to live your life without doing things you regret. And though she was playing spoiled brat for a notorious villain, the most dangerous individual she’d ever met, he also had a cock crafted by monsters that seemed to hit every spot it needed to, finding and creating new ones as it filled her up to the brim and she was salivating just by the thought of being split open on it, especially by seeing what mood she’d conjured from him.

But, even though her pride dripped from between her thighs, she was not too eager to plainly say that she desired his dick balls-deep within her needy cunt.

“What?”

He’d stopped in his tracks, eyeing her. And though some part of him wanted to believe what disgusting depraved thoughts he had regarding why she was seeking his attention, he knew better, rendering her annoyance to simply picking a fight with her captor, quite like a how child throws tantrums at their parents or prisoners riot.

Turns out her playful words did little to sway his thoughts regarding the situation.

“You’ve been playing your dumb videogames all week!” She whined, almost screeching. Eyes angry and lips pouty.

He wanted nothing more but to show her what bad behaviour would give her, but seeing how punishment would be giving her what she had requested, he wasn’t too quick to fold to his desires.

“It feels like I’m dying, make me feel something, anything…”

She was pleading he realized, and stopped in wonder at the revelation.

She was pleading with him, begging for him, for anything of him, anything meaning anything…

Yet… surely not what he wanted it to mean.

“No.” He forced on a nonchalant tone. “You smashed my controller, I’m not rewarding you for that, there are nicer ways of asking…” He drawled and turned casually to get back in his chair, pondering his need to purchase another custom-made console, thinking he had a couple things he wanted to fix anyway.

Was she really going to have to be so literal? Was she really going to have to bend over and beg for him to take her? Was she really going to have to serve him her heart, her spirit, her mind, and soul and body on a silver platter for him to take it?

She thought he was greedy. She thought he was depraved enough to hear what she was asking of him.

No way he was ignoring the invitation, right?

If that were the case, he could at least mock her for her begging, but he barely seemed to even recognise her change in attitude at all. Granted, she couldn’t really see much of his expression beneath that mop of hair.

She wanted to scream, pull her hair out of her head, yet as her knees hit the floor and Tomura sat back down in his chair, she realized she had but one thing to do.

Crawl.

She was silent, shuffling under the table, taking one gluttonous drag through her nose, mouth watering at the reek of male musk, his musk, Tomura’s musk, a smell so undeniably him.

She wasn’t sure she wanted to let him know she was there yet, but decided to be a tease and better prepare him for what she was about to do.

Experienced and confident fingers pressed a woman’s touch to his ankles, running skilled tender touches over the flexing of his calves’ muscles, despite feeling him tense beneath her. Undiscouraged as they went smoothly over his thighs to reach the hem of his boxers, reaching inside them to pull out what she was proud to feel thick and stiff and just as needy as her, warm and pulsating in her tiny palm.

Handling him delicately. First she licked her lips wet and gave the head a pretty popping kiss, before producing her tongue like a pillow for the cap and flicking the pink muscle from side to side under the sensitive skin that was already oozing with precum onto her tastebuds.

She her his breath stifle, but allowed him no rest as she closed her warm wet mouth around him.

He broke instantly.

Now knowing it wasn’t his mind playing tricks.

“Fuck! You win, you win!” He hissed, hand wrapping around her throat to pull her up from her conquering. “If I’d known what a needy little slut you were I'd have given you cock earlier. You should’ve just said so...”

They both giggled ludically as he threw her down on the bed, Thrill already bubbling up a storm on her insides with such lust to be fucked out of her bloody mind she was quaking from head to toe and screaming out her moan when he pushed perfectly into her wetness in one fell swoop.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

-NECESSITY

He heard the padding of her approach. Soft footed and gentle. Not at all like how she would usually stomp around in rage of being trapped.

He didn’t look up at first, thinking she didn’t want anything to do with him, as per usual, yet in his blurry unfocused vision he could spot she’d stopped in front of him, waiting for his acknowledgement, where he sat on the coach, undisturbed and undisturbing until now, scrolling through his phone.

He decided to ignore her, testing to see if she’d speak up and announce her demands, yet was surprised to see she stood there patiently, no words, no screams.

Curiosity getting the better of him he looked up, finding her standing there bare-footed, skin wet, towel wrapped around her, hair dripping, eyes leaking, though not from shower-water, but from brimming with tears.

His instincts kicked in then at the sight of her.

“Are you okay?”

He sprung from the coach, expecting her to push him away once he reached for her, yet was surprised to feel her attach to him, latch around him, welcome his warmth and his offered condolence instead of her usual rejection and snarling.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, why are you crying?”

He realized then that her body was quaking, seemingly febrile, so much plead knotted between her brows he’d never seen anything like it.

It made him concerned to say the least, eyes searching her body for any possible explanation in the form of bruises, thinking maybe she’d hurt herself, already scolding himself for having left her alone.

“Baby? What's going-”

He didn’t smell it at first, what with the scent being washed off and all at the hands of her shower, but the aroma was soon layered thick in the room, growing alongside her desperation.

A scent so heavenly, so lavish and sweet and ambrosial, already making water pool in his mouth.

Her shaking made sense then, so did the tears, and the desperation and the potent adorable look of despair written all over her pitiful little cute face.

“Oh… I see.”

He was going to take advantage of this.

He was going to ring it for every drop it was worth.

“Does my little angel need me?” His voice shed its concern swiftly, curling into something sweetly sadistic and salacious.

His fingers hung onto her chin, or rather, her chin hung off his fingers.

“If you ask nicely perhaps I’ll-”

“You’re being cruel.” She stated, voice so sweet, so vulnerable, breaking as she sniffled, bottom lip trembling so preciously, as he wasn’t sure the shower-water was instead not indeed sweat. Knees weak, arms heavy, head pounding, stomach hurting, eating her from the inside in desperate need to feed the bottomless hunger that was growing and weeping in her lower abdomen.

Her hand held loosely over her stomach, visibly shaking.

He ignored her statement. “That was a long shower…” It was an insinuating observation, cocky in its nature. “Were you trying to help yourself on the showerhead?”

He quirked a brow at him, a smirk playing in the corner of his mouth.

“Trying to get out of grovelling for me, hm? Despite knowing how my cock is the only thing that can save you.”

He was gleeful, sadistic bliss tickling through his body, sending pleasure through every nerve, because he knew, he knew he was right and he knew what was coming. He knew she would fold, surrender, succumb, and he knew how grateful she’d be afterwards, dripping with his cum, eyes opium-blown, euphoric and fluttering, and looking at him with such wholehearted, such won-over love.

Though, know all that filled her eyes were glistening tears and swirling suffering.

“It hurts…”

His heart clenched at that.

She looked like a toddler, small and weak and helpless and innocent, as though if it weren’t for her predicament she wouldn’t be abusing every ounce of energy in her being to make him miserable.

How ironic, she being the miserable one now, all dependent on him.

“It hurts, please, please help me, help me, Keigo.”

She was aching. Her small needy hands coming to grab at him, to pull him closer as she sobbed, whining so beautifully for him.

“I need you, Keigo.”

He was getting wrapped up in it, hanging onto every perfect needy jerking she did to try and get closer, to try and help herself against him, licking it up as though he was parched

And he was, he truly was, she’d drained him dry, rejecting each and every proclamation of his love. She’d laughed at it, waged war against it, and here she was, finally, embracing it, begging for it.

He realized, he needed this just as much as she did.

He didn’t need anything weightless like a stupid apology, he just needed to hear her say those pretty words.

“I need Hawks.”

Her eyes grew dark, pupils blown wide with lust as her words were laced with such feral carnality.

His hands grabbed ahold of her ample hips, grinding her into himself, where she met his attack by effortlessly maneuvering her legs to wrap around his torso, hands cupping his face as she peered into his eyes, wanting to drown herself in the gold.

“I need you deep inside me, filling me up, wreaking me…”

Her lips hovered above his own as she clutched tightly onto him, begging with every inch of her body, clinging to him as though it were for her very life.

“I need your cum, I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk or talk or think or feel, until I’m numb and all I can see is you, all I can think is you, all I am is you and yours.”

He was left awestruck by the way she looked at him, as though he were the world, or her god, with so much love and so much desperate desire and fear.

A fear he’d come to know all too much chasing her. A fear of rejection, a fear of having her heart broken, a feeling that’s all too much like dying.

“I need your love, please, please love me, Keigo.”

He couldn’t refuse, despite wanting to have used this opportunity as a lesson, he couldn’t. He couldn’t leave her suffering and he most definitely couldn’t leave himself suffering now that his cock was hungry for the attention she was all too eager to give him.

SHINSO HITOSHI

-SUBMITANCE

She knew she should be disgusted, she knew she should be angry, she should be fighting it.

If she were the feral creature quite alike the lioness or tigress or any other wild cat, she should by law be scratching and clawing and snarling. She should revolt, reject, uproar at the feel of a collar around her throat.

But here she was, big wide glossy opium-soaked eyes staring up at her Master and his compelling lilac orbs, feeling her stomach curl at the feel of his big fist tugging her leash as he hovers above her, purring like a little kitten, like the little kitten she was, at the feel of his swollen thick cock filling her up so snuggly, breeding her good, while she drools at the collar put, not just on her throat, but on her mind, panting over the thought of having his commands lick every nerve of her body, making her twist and bend and bow all to his wishes.

Fluffy tail wrapped around his leg, holding onto him in the softest form of embrace as her hands are otherwise occupied with being tied to the bed-post.

She whimpered, aching fingers wanting to touch, to run smooth soft fingertips over his skin, his scars, tangle in his wild lavish purple locks.

She bit her lip and clenched around the member inside her, making him groan as he bottomed-out and pulled back again.

“Could- could Master… untie me?” She needed to ask, voice timid and hopeful, again feeling him slowly inch into her core, messaging her insides, her walls kissing alongside his girth, sucking on him gratefully.

He quirked an eyebrow, as if to ask why, or to tell her why he couldn’t do that.

“I want to touch you…” She pleaded, a confession so sweet and voice anything but brazen or wanton, blinking shamefully, guilty of her lust, even though in the light of what he’d done to her and made her do to him, it sounded like mere child’s play, something she shouldn’t even be allowed to be embarrassed about.

His eyes scanned her, curious, doubting her, yet having felt how her legs wrapped around his torso, and the ever-playful cuddling tail that had slithered between his thighs and latched itself around his ankle, tugging on him like such a clingy little devoted kitty.

His lips curled up into a smile, looking down at his little bashful housebroken pet, thrilled to see her look up at him too, eyes full of awe on both sides, lustful, loving.

He pushed himself fully into her, cockhead kissing her cervix, and she gave a mew, moaning while he bowed down to meet her lips with his.

His hands danced up her arms, drumming alongside her limbs before they met with the knots around her wrists, tugging them loose.

Once she was free she hesitated. Eyes still so wide, as though asking for permission, as though asking for guidance, or… as though she were waiting for him to tell her what to do, and then, as though a question was burning at her lips.

“Master… ask me a question?” She requested, slowly bringing her hands down from their position, placing them around the back of his neck, fingers playing with his soft wild hair.

He needed to take a second or two to really fathom what she’d just said, where his mind seemed to leap once he did.

“Something you don’t want the answer to.”

He swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling a rush of blood pool in his cheeks. His breathe grew heavy and eyes intense.

“Do you know what you’re asking?”

He needed to be sure, he needed to hear her say it, admit to it

His doubts were answered as she blinked, biting her lips, looking away shyly, clearly knowing how wrong it was of her to request him entering and playing with her mind like that.

“Yes…”

He couldn’t help but smile at her timidity, how she blushed under his gaze. But still, he needed her to give him the entirety of her desire.

“Tell me…”

He rested his forehead on her hers, happy with butterflies in his stomach at the feel of her affectionate hands running through his locks.

“What do you want from me, Kitten?”

Her breath shuddered, legs climbing higher up his back, pulling him closer. Their eyes so adamant on looking, drowning in the other. His storm of lilac so dominant and dangerous, making her mouth water and toes curl and head flutter with knowing how she was completely trapped, completely where he wanted her, loving it all the same, finding refuge in the fact, finding safety and belonging and peace.

“I want…”

Her eyes where only wide, wide with hope and searching for if he’d catch her when she now jumped, leaped into his arms.

“I want you. I want your- your teeth in my mind, marking me, making me yours, making me… feel…”

All of her was clinging to him now, her tail so neatly and snuggly slithered around his ankle, as though chaining him to her, her hands as well entangled with the unruly hair at the nape of his neck, her legs wrapped around him so tightly and desperately, pussy clenching around his cock like a vice, and her eyes hanging off of all and everything of what was giving her.

“Making you feel what?” He pushed, giving another thrust where he barely pulled out only to rock into her again.

“Safe.”

That was such an innocent word, such a sweet wish it made his heart hurt with something he couldn’t quite place, whether it was guilt or satisfaction he couldn’t tell.

“Will you do that? For me?”

He could get lost in those eyes of hers forever, those moon-big round eyes, opium-black and blown pupils so wide he thought he was falling through space with how much they reflected the limited light inside their room.

“Do you love me?” He asked then, fearing the answer.

“Yes.”

A word can be so many things, a vow, a promise, an echo, a welcome.

Her eyes went blank then, but not before she gave the softest hum as though to say thank you as she felt his presence seep into her mind. Her limbs losing all types of stress, becoming numb and soft. All her worries blanketed, where all she dreamt of was velvet lilac-tinted oceans, getting drunk on grapes and the smell of lavender and all things purple like those great godlike eyes staring down at her, the ones keeping her spellbound and tethered in a deadlock, the ones she belonged to.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

-COMFORT

The slamming shut of the apartment door, followed by the digital clicking of the lock being closed is how she knew he was home.

He hadn’t said anything.

Where usually he would at least greet her as she quickly sprung across the marble floors to welcome him home, take his jacket, kiss his cheek, all so perfectly like he’d taught her.

He hadn’t said anything.

No ‘I missed you’ or ‘thank you, princess’.

He hadn’t said anything at all.

But most things with Kai weren’t verbal anyway.

She’d learned to pick up cues, analyze a raised brow, or a slight shift in posture, or the almost imperceptible narrowing of his eyes.

He hadn’t said anything, but the scowl that accompanied his aura spoke volumes to the girl. Finding his state of mind, concerned with what she found, as it was not his usual nonchalance nor his occasional contempt, but bitter.

He groaned then, once she’d helped him out of his jacket, green and tacky, purple faux fluff, something so out-of-place on Kai, yet also serving as one of his key recognizable traits.

He kicked off his shoes, also something so very out of character it brought her concern, followed by him shuffling, feet dragging on the floors in complete opposition to how he would usually walk, with his head held high, regarding the floor as though it should be grateful to be gifted by him walking on it.

Now though, he slumped, still without a word, up the stairs, sauntering without haste, without enthusiasm, all in goal of reaching the bed, which he laid out flat on once he got to it.

“Are you okay?” She asked timidly, having followed him and standing unsurely on the threshold of the door, not knowing whether she was welcome or not.

He simply pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing, giving her the answer she’d guessed already.

“Can I do anything to help?” Again, she kept her voice soft and tender, hopeful; cheerful in hopes of cheering him up.

“I doubt it.” His answer was curt and bitter as he sat up on the bed, tugging loose his tie with an exhausted growl of irritation.

She padded around the bed then, not exactly having been given an invitation to stay, but not exactly having been given any indication to leave either.

Careful as she climbed up behind him, like a cat easing in on its prey, gracious and soft and focused on not alarming or disturbing the goal.

“Surely there must be something I can do?”

His ears picked up on the play in her voice, the thin hairs at the back of his neck rising, yet his curiosity was stifled as her hands, once so small and insignificant, became the hands of God.

Fingers kneading into his back, thorough and forceful yet welcomed by him through a breathy guttural groan, closing his eyes with much needed rest as he let himself fall completely to the feeling of her messaging all his tense stress right out of his shoulders, seemingly sucking all the bad out of him.

He gave yet another throaty groan as her fingers rubbed and dug into his back, her hand stopping his head from slugging forward, cupping him tenderly and guided him to rest against the softness of her chest instead.

“Do you feel better now?”

She spoke like how a mother should, sweet like summer breeze, just above a whisper, eager to please, affectionate, without ill-will, without anything to gain, selfless and beautiful, and something he was in desperate need of.

He moaned, a long dragged out breathy moan, one filled with such potent gratitude it made her smile.

“Getting there...”

She hummed, her hands like absolution handling his back like dough, thumbs rubbing the stiffness into tender soft flesh once again, working through the knots, before climbing, mounting his shoulders and ensnaring his neck, gentle fingers running smoothly to unbutton his shirt, her face nuzzling in his neck as it was exposed to her, soft plump lips kissing the sensitive skin found there, knowing exactly where to focus, hearing him moan in relief as she zeroed in on his soft-spot.

Her hands running, dancing down his chest, unbuttoning the last of his buttons, helping him slide out of it.

Quick to take her bra off, still while kissing his neck, before pushing her warm soft mounds into his back, hugging herself against him.

“How about now?” Her voice like honey as her words tickled on his neck.

“Almost…”

She slithered around to seat herself in his lap, hands cupping his cheeks as she leaned in to kiss him, naked chest rubbing up against naked chest, warm and soft, homey and safe. 

Her hand drummed playfully down his stomach, reaching his pants, moving skillfully on its own to undo the belt-buckle, then the button, then pulling down the zipper.

He shuffled them down his thighs on his own, still keeping his chin lifted to receive her kisses. His clothed erection bumping up into the thin protection of her panties.

Her hand, still so smoothly, reached under the band of his boxers to pull him out. Though his rough way of ripping her lacy underwear off managed to break through her calm demeanor as she yelped a bit and flinched.

However the surprise was quickly followed by giggles as she continued to kiss him, feeling his smirk against her lips and soon his hand cupping her ass before running hungry pressured fingertips around her thigh to play with her slit, thumb roughly pushing into her clit as other reckless digits ran though her folds to test the waters, quite parallel to how carefully she handled his cock with her own elegant hand, rubbing him up and down ever so gently, with the tenderness he carved.

He hissed once her thumb rubbed over his sensitive head, biting into her lip, and though his beastly impulses used to alarm her, now she could only think of them as an invitation.

Holding his cock up to her entrance, giving him time to remove his fingers from her now soaking folds. 

She sunk down on him slowly, moaning softly against his lips as he groaned upon hers. 

“Better now?” She asked, without giving way to the cockiness her question carried, but he deciphered it with ease nonetheless, giving her ass a playful squeeze before guiding her to lay down on her back, nibbling on her neck as he chuckled at how she disguised her devilish naughty humour as being innocent, wanting to make her choke on that haughtiness as he gave a quick sharp thrust up into her.

Her moan rung throughout the massive penthouse where no doors were kept closed, as he licked the sin right off her expression with one needy hungry kiss and a promise as well as a threat.

“I will be once I hear you scream my name, princess.”

TIP-JAR

[dismal-alien-darling]

Little Flower

Alcina Dimitrescu x female reader

You and Lady Dimitrescu’s vampire baby

Bela, Cassandra and Daniela Dimitrescu

b/g= baby’s gender

b/n= baby’s name

Summary: New baby fluff, that’s it.

Warnings/tags: new vampire baby, the girls are besides themselves, you and Alcina are proud mamas, fluffy fluff 

A/n: Requested by @coolninjavoid, they wanted new baby fluff continuing from my fic “Birth and Rebirth,” enjoy! 

“Good morning floarea mea,” you cooed picking up b/n from their crib. “Did you sleep well my little love?” B/n let out a laugh looking up at b/g mother. “You did!?” you sang peppering b/n’s face with kisses making b/g giggle.

“How is our floare mică this morning?” Alcina’s voice came into the nursery. You sat down in the rocking chair a soft fire already crackling undoing a few buttons on your shirt as b/n latched on for breakfast.

“B/g’s perfect as usual,” you sighed looking up at Alcina as she placed a soft kiss on your lips. Alcina knelt down next to you resting her head on your shoulder so she could look at b/n. At seeing her other mother, b/n’s eyes sparkled in delight. Alcina smiled broadly ever so gently stroking b/n’s head so she didn’t disturb b/g breakfast. 

“Hungry aren’t you draga mea,” Alcina chuckled, “you take after your sisters.” You and Alcina both laughed. The two you watched as b/n had her fill, letting go once b/g was full.

“You need to eat as well lubirea mea,” Alcina said to you taking b/n in her arms. Compared to Lady Dimitrescu b/n was even tinier than b/g already was in the arms of her giantess mother.

“Yes yes my lover I have every intention,” you said rising from the rocking chair stretching.

“How is our sibling this morning!?” Bela’s voice came crashing into the nursery her sisters fast behind her.

“SHUSH!” Alcina scolded, “B/n just ate and b/g can’t have so much commotion in b/g poor ears.” Alcina finished covering b/n’s ears.

“That’s my bad mother,” Bela said now whispering.

“See mother, this is why I should watch over her,” Cassandra said even quieter.

“You are Bela are always tied for whose the loudest, I’m quiet as mouse,” Daniela said in a barely audible whisper.

“No you aren’t” Cassandra and Bela didn’t say, but mouthed. This fracus between the girls had been going on since the moment b/n was born. The girls were in constant competition to see who was the “better older sister.” You and Alcina had mixed feelings about this; on one hand your hearts swelled with such pride you two thought you might burst when the girls would care for their youngest sibling, on the other hand it would grate on your nerves having to constantly break them from fighting not wanting b/n to hear stressed voices so early in b/g life. You and Alcina were both sure the girls had held b/n more than you two had since b/g was born.

“If you three don’t knock it off right now no one is getting to hold, play or feed b/n at all today,” you growled not having the energy to deal with the girls’ antics today. The girls immediately softened their faces and nodded so hard you and Alcina were surprised their heads didn’t pop off their bodies. You didn’t notice but Lady Dimitrescu grinned, pleased with your new motherly sternness that was starting to rival hers at times.

“I’m sure breakfast is ready now let’s go and eat,” Alcina said handing b/n back to you as you all made your way to the breakfast nook. Alcina held b/n as you ate heartily because breastfeeding a vampire baby was no joke. Just as you finished eating b/n started crying.

“What’s wrong my love!?” Alcina said voice fraught with concern. You laughed to yourself rolling your eyes. Ever since b/n was born if b/g made the slightest cry Alcina would go into fight mode. You found this very sweet and amusing.

“Again my little dearest? B/g is just hungry again drag mea calm down,” you said as Alcina handed you b/n. You got up to head to the sitting room to feed b/g.

After b/n had their fill again the girls poked their heads in the sitting room. “Come in my sweets,” you motioned for them to come in their mother following behind coming to where you sat.

“Can we play with b/g now?” Cassandra asked.

“In a minute b/g needs to digest,” you replied. “Here,” you said handing b/n to Cassandra along with a small towel. When you handed b/n over Alcina picked you up and sat down placing you on her lap. Cassandra knew what to do and before long b/n let out a cute little burp.

“Ha-ha nice,” Bela laughed burping herself. Daniela and Cassandra followed suit making b/n screech with laughter.

“Ugh girls-“Alcina started but stopped when b/n kept laughing so she couldn’t bring herself to chastise her daughters. Bela jumped up dragging b/n’s huge toy chest over to the where her sisters sat.

“Look it’s mister lycan,” Bela chirped bouncing the stuffed animal around making b/n squeal. 

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“Peek-a-boo!” Daniela sang as Bela held b/n.

“Where’s Daniela?” Bela asked b/n.

“Peek-a-boo!” Cassandra sang.

“Where’a Cassandra?” Bela asked b/n. You and Alcina sat with your tea as you watched your girls play together. You had been melted into Alcina’s lap while the girls entertained their youngest sibling. B/n let out a yawn.

“Did your sisters tire you out my little darling?” You cooed walking over taking b/n from Bela. “Nap time for you.” You walked upstairs to the nursery, Alcina keeping stride next to you. You placed b/n in the crib and b/g let out another yawn.

“What a big yawn cel mic,” whispered Alcina as the two of you caressed your baby’s face until b/n was fast asleep.

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B/n woke up screaming b/g head off. You were in the room within seconds. “Is someone hungry again my lupul mic?” you said settling in. You heard Alcina’s footsteps dashing down the hall.

“What’s wrong with b/n?!” She said looking very worried.

“Alcina, lubirea mea, b/g is just hungry...again. No emergency here,” you laughed as Alcina’s worry left her face. She made her way over to you and b/n watching you feed your child once again. 

“My beautiful doves, my sweet darlings,” Alcina fawned kissing you and b/n. You leaned up capturing her lips again in a gentle kiss as b/n suckled on your chest. “I love you, I love you both, so much, my babies,” Alcina continued hugging your upper body careful not to disturb b/n. 

“And we love you Alcina,” you said tears welling in your eyes. A gentle knocking on the nursery door caught your attention. “Come in,” you sniffled wiping your eyes. 

“My ladies, it’s a lovely day outside, would you and your daughters and your little one like to take lunch on the veranda?” your head maid asked. 

“Yes that sounds lovely thank you,” you answered as the maid nodded turning away. 

The Dimitrescu family sat outside enjoying a delicious lunch as Daniela held b/n showing b/g the different birds flitting around. 

“And that one there is a a gold finch,” Daniela said excitedly pointing at a nearby bird, “can you see it’s beautiful yellow and black feathers b/n? It’s such a pretty bird just like you!” 

After lunch, you mentioned something about b/n needing a bath and the girls jumped on the opportunity.   

“Can we please give b/n a bath y/n please?” Bela begged. “We’ll be so so careful and we won’t fight or bicker!” It’s not like you didn’t trust the girls completely it’s just they had never bathed an infant before. 

“Oh-um-well,” you struggled as you looked at b/n and back at the three sets of eyes that were silently begging. 

“I think they can manage y/n. They have been on their best behavior today after all and besides, it’s not like b/n can drown,” Alcina reassured looking down at you. 

“You make an excellent point Alci. All right girls you may give b/g a bath,” you said handing over b/n. The girls could hardly hold in their pure excitement as they whisked their baby sibling into their bathroom. 

“Come sit with me lubirea mea, they’ll be fine,” Alcina said patting her lap. You looked after the girls, sighing as you curled up in your lady’s lap. The moment your head hit Alcina’s chest you were out like a light. 

“Let’s show your mothers how squeaky clean you are you little rascal,” you awoke hearing Bela’s voice. You rubbed your eyes seeing b/n in Bela’s arms, fresh and clean and in a new outfit. 

“Hello floarea mea, look at you!” you smiled taking b/n. “Girls! B/g looks marvelous, thank you, well done!” you praised making the girls smile so widely their faces hurt.   

“Very well done my doves, you take such astounding care of b/n!” Alcina added hugging her girls tightly. You all spent some down time together in the sitting room until dinner was served, once again on the veranda. You held your child in your arms as you ate, the setting sun casting lovely colors along the castle. 

After dinner, you and Lady Dimitrescu headed up to the nursery to put b/n down for bed time. You sat in your rocking chair feeding b/n one last time before b/g inevitably decided to wake up in a few hours with demanding cries for more. While you fed b/g, Alcina busied herself making b/n’s crib as comfortable as it could be, turning the dial on b/g music box. The gentle tune danced in the air as you finished feeding b/n. Bela, Cassandra and Daniela silently glided into the nursery kissing b/n in your arms. 

“Goodnight love,” Bela cooed. 

“Goodnight little bird,” Daniela whispered. 

“Goodnight darling,” Cassandra cooed. After the girls had left, you and Alcina laid b/n down giving b/g kisses of your own. 

“Goodnight my beautiful one,” Alcina whispered tracing a finger along the side of b/g cheek. 

“Goodnight my perfect angel,” you whispered placing b/n’s favorite plushie next to b/g. You and Alcina looked at each with pure, undying love for each other, your girls and your baby...your little flowers. 

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

Can you please do a mean Dom Harry smut

His sanity

Guess who's back

Warning: 18+

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The door to your shared home slammed shut with a deafening thud, followed by heavy footsteps. You jerked with momentary fear of the intrusion until you saw Harry standing in the doorstep of your living room.

You put your book upside down on the couch and get up to greet Harry properly. When you were close enough to see your boyfriend‘s emotionless expression, your smile went from happy to timid, until it disappeared completely. Harry seemed to be looking right through you, his whole body trembling with an effort to keep his magic inside. His aura was overwhelming, so intense that you stayed a few steps away from him so as not to be completely surrounded by it.

Harry seemed to notice your mistrust and carefully put his wand on the side, his green eyes now fixed on yours. Not that that would make a big difference, he could crush you without the stupid stick if he wanted to, but it was a sign to you. A sign that he was still in control, even if only scantily.

It was deathly quiet for a passing moment and a trembling breath escaped your drying lips. You hadn't even noticed to what extent Harry's magic was crushing you until he closed his eyes and seconds later the air seemed more bearable again.

You knew that this night could end dangerously, that Harry's sanity was hanging on a millimeter thin strand, but no matter how hard your brain tried to stop you, your feet had already made their decision. Only when you felt his warm breath on your lips did you realize that you had moved. Harry was motionless, hands still shaking, clenched in firm fists.

There was a gleam in his eyes, something that resembled a warning. You couldn't hold yourself and in the second in which you hugged your warm body against his trembling one, Harry's disciplined posture shattered into a million pieces. He buried his trembling hands in your hair and pressed you closer to him, his mouth dominated yours with so much strength, as if he was trying to drown in the taste of your lips.

Harry pulled and tore at your clothes until you stood completely naked in his arms. His hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time, never long enough in the places that ached for his touches. Taking quick strides he forced you to walk backwards, pushing you into a seating position on the couch. You stared up at him compliantly, making him smirk at you with obvious delight. Your book long forgotten on the cold floor.

He was silent when he opened the buttons of his shirt, his bright eyes followed your hands and he watched you as you undid his belt. He lifted his brow as your hands left his body to rest submissively on your thighs.

„Did I tell you to stop?“ He whispered softly, teeth gritted together.

You shook your head and blinked up at him, mulling over your next sentence.

„You didn‘t tell me what you want...“ You said softly, not wanting to awaken his anger, which was simmering very close to the surface. You saw it glinting impatiently behind his irises, waiting for the perfect moment to sink its teeth into your soft flesh.

„Want me to spell it out for you? Get on your fucking knees and suck my cock.“ He hissed, eyes flashing with irritation.

You immediately fell on your knees, barely feeling the pain and pulled on his clothes until they rested by his ankles. His cock hit your face and you looked up at your boyfriend, tongue outstretched to lick the underside. Harry's control burned through and he pulled your head back until your neck protested with the pain. His other hand smeared his cock on your lips and cheeks, spreading his cum on your skin and smiled as the lower half of your face shone with him. Oh exactly this view he wanted to burn into his brain forever, you on your knees like his personal whore, nothing else but the thought of his cock in your stupid head.

His hand on your jaw opened your mouth wide to insert his cock, deep needy moans escaping him when you ran your tongue along the underside of the tip. Without paying attention to your well-being he started to fuck your mouth, eyes narrowed and lips parted, his groans were so desperate, he sounded like your mouth couldn't satisfy the hunger in him. Harry wanted to be inside of you, to he ached to hear your pretty whimpers and pleads.

„Your mouth isn‘t enough. Tell me what else can you offer me?“ Harry snarked, giving you a challenging grin.

You tried to pull away but he kept your head in place, pouting when you didn‘t answer.

„What is it, can‘t talk?“ Harry chuckled, eyes flashing with evil amusement when you struggled to breathe with his cock stuffing your mouth full.

„How rude of you. I should teach you a less-“ Harry‘s voice broke off with a surprised gasp and his hips bucked forward. He gave you a glare and you only sucked him harder for it, knowing that you were pushing his buttons just right.

„You wanna play? Hm? Is that it?“ Harry grunted, already forcing your head to lean on the seat of the couch, one knee resting beside your head. „Alright, take it then.“

Nothing could have prepared you for the punishing thrust of his hips. He almost crushed you against the couch, his balls pressed against your chin. You were forced to stare up in this position, your vision obscured by the tears rolling down your temples, but it was worth it, Harry was irresistible in this position. Fuck, the way his head was leaned back, mouth wide open and he sounded the room with his rough voice, your name on his lips like a prayer. Jaw sharp and veins visible in his neck, upper body tense and hands buried in your hair.

Black dots danced in front of your eyes, your nails left long, angry scratch marks on his arms and legs. The pain only made him more aggressive and he pulled himself out of your mouth.

„Stop crying, you wanted to fuck me, remember?“ Harry kissed you hard again, teeth and lips met painfully but you didn't care.

„I want you to let yourself go. Show me what you want.“ He whispered hotly, groaning into your mouth when your hand wrapped around his cock again.

„Want you to fuck me, Harry please.“ You pleaded, pressing desperate kisses all over his throat, nipping at some places to leave your marks. Harry loved being covered in your bruises.

„What? Can‘t hear you, sweetheart.“

He was doing it on purpose at this point, wanting you to beg for him to take you.

„Please“ you whined, tightening your hand around him painfully, but Harry wouldn’t be Harry if he didn‘t enjoy pain.

„Please fuck me, take me-“ Your voice cut off with a sharp cry when two fingers pounded into you with such speed you came seconds later, vision exploding with a blazing white light.

„Yes, cum!“ Harry commanded, drunk on your screams of pleasure, craving to feel your cunt tighten around his cock and not his fingers.

"More" you gasped at the overstimulation but still pressed your cunt against his fingers, "Cock, want cock."

Harry proudly boasted that he reduced you into a mindless cock slut with just his fingers. He sat on the couch and gestured on his lap, arms spread out on the armrest in a dominant manner. There was that cool, dangerous shine in his green eyes again and his expression was illegible. Harry was unreachable and you wanted to see him fall.

Your breathing was irregular as you crawled up to him, your hands sliding gently over his legs. Harry let you do it and admired your naked body, his eyes fixed on the lips you are biting on.

"You wanted my cock so come on and fuck yourself with it" Harry commanded and you whined submissively, seating yourself on top of him. His cock brushed against your sensitive inner thighs, leaving a hot trail of his cum and your spit on your skin. Sinking down your eyes rolled back, lips parting into a silent o and you sat there for a few seconds, getting lost in the feeling of him so deep inside of you.

Harry's hands clung to your hips and he moved in circular motions, watching you intently as you moaned and squealed whenever your clit rubbed against his flesh or the tip of his cock hit your g-spot.

"I'm barely doing anything and you're already shaking." Harry forced out, thighs clenching under yours when you gave him a look so full of pleasure and submission that it overwhelmed him. He could do anything to you right now and you would go with it. Harry was drunk on that power, thumb pushing past your spit glistening lips to make you suck on it.

"Everyone always thinks you're so fuck do that again so fucking smart and proper, but ah look at you now..." His voice was trembling with bliss, your quick thrusts and sharp movements making him weak.

You keened, clinging on this shoulders when Harry lifted his hips to literally drill into you, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you against his sweat soaked chest.

"Should show them how dumb you are" He hissed, biting at the skin of your jaw, "Show them how much of a fucking slut you can be."

The only sounds you could make were high-pitched moans, his dirty words only made you hungrier for him.

"Only here to make me cum" Harry moaned at last, letting his deep voice flow freely in the room, "Only here to take my cum, hm?"

You cried out, going faster when you felt the familiar ache in your stomach, the tension building up rapidly.

"Yes!" you sobbed, "Give me cum pleaseplease!"

Holding you down on his cock by your shoulders Harry pounded up into your pussy, once, twice and on the third push you came with a shout, biting into the thumb he pushed inside of your mouth again. Harry let out a broken groan at the sight of your release and came only seconds later, going momentarily silent with the amount of pleasure flodding his blood. He didn't let you go, holding you down until you were dripping with his essance, uncomfortably full with him.

"There you have it" Harry mocked, breathlessly, "Full of my cum, just the way you like it."

You whimpered when he pulled out, clenching around nothing to keep in as much of him as you could. Harry pulled you on your knees and pushed you forward, craning his neck to watch his cum drip out of you.

"You're making a mess, sweetheart" His fingers pushed his cum back inside, pinching your thighs when you scrambled to get away. "Stay still, I want it to stay inside."

"Sensitive" you whispered, legs trembling to keep yourself upright on his lap.

He finally took his fingers out when he was satisfied, pushing his fingers past your lips and watch you suck them clean.

"Satisfied" He raised a brow, ready to fuck you again if you were to say no. He is a gentleman after all.

"Yes, thank you." You mumbled around his fingers, content to just lean against him and dose off with his fingers gently pushing in and out of your mouth.

Harry leaned back as well, the tension from before falling away. He let himself dose off, enjoying the calmness of his mind while it lasted.

[lokust]

A God doesn’t Giggle

LMAO HEY I’M BACK.

I was rather inactive for a few days because I had a violent allergic reaction to 75mgs of a new medication, but I’m better now!

(Also, I don’t ever post any stories, but I wrote this one knowing I was gonna post it so I was rather nervous. My apologies if it seems forced or too short. I felt the pressure with this one.)

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The question Mobius often asked himself was ‘How does one deal with the God of Mischief?’.

But the question he had asked himself earlier was ‘Oh shit, how do I deal with the God of Mischief when I’ve made him so genuinely upset that he won’t even cause any mischief?’.

Loki was incredibly upset, with Mobius specifically. For once in his life, Loki was genuine, he was honest… and Mobius brushed him off, accusing him of lying and throwing him in a loop where he was reminded over and over again that he was worthless and undeserving of love.

Mobius had done everything he could think of to cheer Loki up; from telling him the exact opposite of what Sif had told him to searching through his fondest memories and putting him in each and every happy memory he could simulate. None of it was enough, and Loki was still hurt.

“Come on, Mobius”, he said to himself, still searching through Loki’s memories and flipping through all of his files, “If you had just listened to him for once…”. He had left Loki in a simulation of a memory where Frigga had taught him his favorite spells and tricks, hoping it would be enough to at least get a smile from the God.

He had been watching the best memories of Loki’s life for what felt like hours, but he was willing to watch for 48 hours more if it meant finding a solution to the pain he’d caused. He clicked and forwarded through some memory Loki had with Thor back on Asgard.

He had almost disregarded it entirely, but something about the tone in Loki’s voice caught his attention. It was a nervous tone, yet somehow… playful? Mobius couldn’t quite describe.

“Thor… Thor, get away from me. Okay. I am much too old for these antics now”.

Mobius watched intently, observing the interaction between the two as closely as he could manage.

“Oh come on, little brother! It’s never failed to get you out of these moods before!”

Yes. Yes, this is what Mobius needed. This was the solution.

Suddenly a shrill screech filled the small room as Thor had seemingly attacked his brother.

Mobius sighed in disappointment, “Well, that blows. I can’t wrestle him back to happiness”.

He got ready to start searching again, until the loud laughter of two Gods filled the room instead.

Mobius watched as Loki writhed in his brother’s arms, laughing unwillingly as he tried to escape the hands that clawed at his sides and ribs while Thor simply laughed at the sounds he was producing from his brother.

Mobius’s eyes lit up, finally shutting it down and turning to walk out of the room, “Damn it, Thor, you’re a genius”.

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Loki sat on his bed beside his mother, sulking as he listened to her explain her magic to him.

The fireworks. She was teaching him how to make the fireworks, just in the palm of his hand. It was his favorite trick to do, and his favorite one to watch her do as well.

He’d been there with her for hours, relearning all of her favorite spells, but he couldn’t stop the thought in the back of his mind, reminding him she’d be gone and he’d be indirectly at fault.

He wanted to cry, and he could have, but suddenly, she was gone, and a golden doorway opened up to the left of him as Mobius stepped into the memory.

“Alright, Loki, I’ve got two things to say to you”.

Loki rolled his eyes with a scoff, “Grand, but I’ve got nothing to say to you, Mobius. Couldn’t you have just left me here with my mother?”. The trickster crossed his arms against his chest, looking away from Mobius with a scowl.

The blond just sighed, “Alright, I deserve that, I really do, but just hear me out, alright?”, he said, approaching the taller man carefully.

“I’m sorry, Loki. Alright? I am truly, horribly sorry. I should’ve believed you. I should’ve listened to you, and I definitely shouldn’t have thrown you back in that loop with Lady Sif. You didn’t deserve that, and I, Mobius M. Mobius, am sorry”, he spoke genuinely, carefully placing a hand on Loki’s shoulder as he sat beside him.

Loki furrowed his eyebrows, glancing at Mobius from the corner of his eye, “I thought you had two things to say- Wait a moment… Mobius M. Mobius? Is your name Mobius Mobius Mobius?”

The agent sighed, “That’s not the point, and I do have one other thing to say, alright?”

Loki gave a simple nod, a silent signal to continue, but he didn’t like the smile that was slowly growing on Mobius’s face.

“I didn’t know you were ticklish”.

Loki’s eyes widened as he pulled away from Mobius, standing up and crossing the room immediately, “I… I’m not. That’s ridiculous. I never have been”.

Mobius just smiled, “Wrong”.

The God grumbled at the agent, “Alright fine. I grew out of it”.

The shorter man looked like he was having a field day, “Wrong again”, he said, standing up to approach his friend.

Loki scowled at him, “Mobius, this collar may keep me from using my powers, but it won’t keep me from biting all of your fingers off if you get any closer to me”.

The agent hissed as he looked down at his hand, “Ouch, that one really does sound painful, but how about this, alright? You stop sulking around like an angry little dog, and maybe I won’t tickle you, deal?”

The God backed away as Mobius came closer and closer to him, but suddenly he found himself backed into a wall with Mobius so close he was practically pinned in place. He huffed at his blond friend, but simply stayed silent.

Mobius shrugged, “Alright, fine… but you asked for this”.

Suddenly, Mobius had Loki’s arms pinned above his head, the taller of the two struggling in place as Mobius fought to get both of his wrists in one hand.

“Why are you fighting it so hard? I thought you said you weren’t ticklish?”, he gasped suddenly as if he was shocked, “Did you… Did you lie to me, Loki? I can’t believe you’d do such a thing”.

Oh, if looks could kill, Mobius would’ve certainly been a goner, but the faint blush on Loki’s face certainly overpowered any threat behind the scowl.

Loki’s breath hitched as he eyed the hand that now rested on his side, but he looked back at Mobius immediately, unwilling to show any sign of anticipation or nervousness. The agent was looking at him as intently as possible, his mind set on finding even a hint of happiness in Loki’s expression.

“Alright, I’m tired of you sulking around like this, and even more so, I’m tired of seeing you in pain because of my mistakes”, suddenly, Mobius’s hand came to life at Loki’s side, clawing and scratching up and down to really test the God’s sensitivity.

Loki threw his head back against the wall,

“G-Goddamnit Mobius! Quihihit ihihihit!”, he bit his lip through his laughter in hopes to suppress it, but Mobius moved his hand up higher, spidering now at Loki’s ribs. That action produced something that was definitely not a squeal, thank you very much.

“You suhuhuhuck! Lehehet me gohohohoho!”, he spat, thrashing side to side as he tried to get away from his friend, but his mind was too boggled and he was split between fighting against it and just letting it happen.

Not that he enjoyed it or that he was having fun, no definitely not. That’s ridiculous.

It had just… been so long since he was able to laugh like that. Yeah. That’s all.

He was ashamed to admit the noises coming from him most definitely qualified as giggles, so he wouldn’t be admitting it, but that’s most certainly what they were.

“Aw, cute. That’s something I didn’t expect to hear from a God, but giggles are cute so who am I to judge?”, Mobius teased, alternating between spidering at Loki’s sides and digging into his ribs while the trickster tried to sink to the floor with no luck.

His eyes widened at Mobius’s words, “I- I do nohohot gihihiggle, you ahahass! Now stahahahap!”

Mobius just hummed, “Mmm… No, I don’t think I will. You very obviously lied about not being ticklish, but you look pretty happy right now, so I’ll keep this up for a while”.

Gods don’t whine, except for when they do, and that’s exactly what Loki did as Mobius’s skittering fingertips slipped to the back of his rib cage.

Loki squealed and suddenly tugged at his arms as hard as he could manage, shocking Mobius enough to slip away from him, but when he started to run, he realized there wasn’t much of anywhere to go.

Mobius knew Loki had nowhere to go, so he stayed in place, watching Loki search frantically for a place to run or hide before he gave in and rolled onto his bed, moving to sit on his knees and eye Mobius warily.

“Oh look at you”, Mobius said, approaching the God slowly, “You really got nowhere to go now”.

Loki put his hands up in front of himself as Mobius came closer and closer, “Now- Now, hang on, Mobius. Wait just a moment, can’t we talk about this like adults?”

Mobius hummed in thought, sitting himself on the edge of the mattress, “I don’t really think it’s necessary. The whole point is to get you smiling again, so what’s the point of talking?”

Loki racked his brain for any argument he could make and came up mostly blank, “Can’t you tell a joke or something?”

Mobius shook his head, “No fun in that, but this”, he said, suddenly tackling Loki into the mattress, just to pin him down and straddle his hips, “this is fun, wouldn’t you agree?”.

Loki shook his head frantically, tugging at his arms as they were pinned beneath Mobius’s knees.

Mobius unbuttoned the few bottom buttons of Loki’s white shirt, slipping his hands underneath the fabric and causing the God to nearly scream through his gritted teeth.

“MOBIUS- MOBIUS NO! Get out!”.

Mobius was taken aback for a moment but he couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the dramatic reaction, “Worse on the bare skin, huh?”, he chuckled, drumming his fingers against Loki’s hips.

Loki held his breath as he threw his head back against his mattress, grumbling empty threats through his teeth and kicking out behind Mobius.

“I was doing this mainly to cheer you up, but this is entertaining”, he teased, tracing his fingertips up to Loki’s sides to spider and scratch at them as gently as he could manage.

Loki squealed as he drummed his feet on the mattress and tugged at his hands, “Mohohobius nohoho! Nohohoho quit ihihihit! You’re ahahahawful!”, he spat insults at his friend as he thrashed and squirmed beneath him, the ticklish sensation teasing his nerves maddeningly.

Mobius just smiled before clawing his way to Loki’s ribs, scratching in and out and side to side before spidering and thumbing between the bones, attempting to decide which got the best reaction.

“NO! Nonono, not thahahahat!”, the trickster’s laughter got higher in pitch and increased drastically in volume with the tickling in the spaces between his ribs, and Mobius noticed the tears beginning to pool in his eyes.

He didn’t want to kill Loki, so he went back to the scratching, “You didn’t just lie about being a little sensitive. You, my friend, are desperately fucking ticklish”.

Loki shook his head, but he was struggling to form words. The longer Mobius tickled, the worse it felt, “Stahahahahap, I cahahahan’t! I can’t, Mohohohobius. MOHOHOHOBIUS NOHOHOHO!”

Mobius stopped suddenly when his hands touched the center of Loki’s abdomen, watching the God do everything he could to sit up and get away from his captor, but he just couldn’t do it.

“Ohoh, bad spot, huh?”, Mobius teased, using his fingers to trace teasingly around the bare skin of Loki’s stomach.

“Mobius, please, don’t do this to me. Let me go, and I promise I won’t be upset anymore, okay? Just please… don’t”, Loki was ashamed of himself and his over dramatic reactions, but if there was one thing he couldn’t handle, it was being tickled there.

Mobius cooed sympathetically, “Aww, too ticklish?”, he asked as if he was considering letting Loki go, “Man… that sucks doesn’t it?”

Loki’s eyes widened and he went to protest, but he didn’t have a chance as Mobius’s fingertips skittered mercilessly around his belly.

He squealed and screamed and tried to buck Mobius off of him, but he was stuck, “PLEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOHOP! STOP IHIHIHIT!”

Mobius smiled down at him, using all ten of his fingers to vibrate his hands in the very center of the God’s abdomen.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO, SHIHIHIHIHIT! MOBIUHUHUS!”, he drummed his feet against the mattress, looking down at Mobius’s hands as his tormentor stopped for just a moment.

“I got a question”, Mobius said, using just one finger to trace around the tense muscles of his friend’s abdomen, circling dangerously close to the little divot in the center of his stomach.

Loki looked back and forth from Mobius’s hand to the smug grin on his face as he tried to collect himself and rid himself of any residual giggles, “Then ask it”.

Mobius hummed, “I’m getting there”, he remarked, “How ticklish do you think you are riiight… here”, he asked, teasing and circling the rim of Loki’s bellybutton.

Loki squirmed and whined pitifully as anticipatory giggles poured from his lips, “Dohohon’t. Don’t do thahahahat. Please, plehehehease”,

With his free hand, Mobius tickled up and down Loki’s side, pinching at the fleshy area, “Aww, I like that you said please”, he teased as Loki tried to roll to one side to protect the one that Mobius was tickling, “But… Im gonna do it anyway”.

Mobius dipped his finger in his ticklish friend’s bellybutton, wiggling at the base and walls of the little divot while he tickled around his belly and sides with his other hand.

“NO- NOHOHOHOHO! I CAN’T TAHAHAKE IT!”, he squirmed and kicked as Mobius tickled him mercilessly, one hand scratching relentlessly at the spaces between his ribs before he finally had some mercy on him and started tickling around his belly again instead of in his bellybutton.

Loki snorted, but he was too weak to fight and too lost to be embarrassed about it. His nerve endings felt like they were on fire and it was the only thing he could think about as those pesky tears finally fell.

Mobius had mercy on him, ceasing his tickling and allowing Loki to calm down, “Alright, let me try one more thing, and I’ll quit, okay?”, he asked gently, a fond smile playing at his lips as the trickster tried to hide his red face in his shoulder.

“Just do it”, he breathed out heavily, trying to prepare himself for whatever Mobius was going to do.

Slowly and carefully, Mobius moved his knees off of Loki’s hands to reposition himself and sit lower on his his friend’s thighs. He unbuttoned just a few more buttons on Loki’s shirt and pushed it up as high as he could manage.

Carefully, Mobius laced his fingers with Loki’s to hold his hands in place. The God panted in an attempt to gather himself when he tensed his muscles once more, recognizing Mobius’s actions immediately as the blond leaned down so his face was just above Loki’s abdomen.

Loki shook his head, “Oh for fuck’s sake, Mobius, why?”

Mobius just shrugged, “I just wanna know how you’ll react”.

Loki didn’t even try to deny it, “Visciously”.

Mobius hummed, “Alright, then I’ll just hold you tighter”, he said teasingly, suddenly taking a deep breath.

Loki braced himself, shaking already as a nervous smile played at his lips.

Mobius put his lips right over his friend’s bellybutton and blew as hard as he could.

Loki squealed and snorted and squirmed as the first raspberry rippled across his abdomen torturously before Mobius blew one after the other all over his tummy,

“NOHOHOHOHO! NONONOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEASE! Plehehease, please, Mobius- NOHOHOHOHOHO!”, the small breaks he got in between each raspberry were just long enough to drive him crazy while Mobius breathed in to blow another.

The agent lifted his head once more, breathing in as deeply as possible before blowing the longest, most ticklish raspberry he could manage right over Loki’s bellybutton. He couldn’t take it anymore, his brain was fuzzy and his lungs were burning, “MERCY! MEHEHERCY!”

Mobius stopped immediately, sitting up and letting Loki breathe, “Alright, calm down. I’m done now”, he soothed , moving off of his legs to allow Loki to curl up on his side and wrap his arms around himself.

Loki’s body shook with leftover giggles as he tried to rub away the ghost tickles around his abdomen and wipe away the tears on his cheeks.

Mobius smiled at him, patting his back lovingly, “You happy now, big guy?”.

Loki glared at him, but nodded nonetheless, eliciting a small chuckle from Mobius.

“Good, good. I’m pretty happy too. Hearing the God of Mischief snort and giggle is a great serotonin booster”, he teased, nodding approvingly and giving him a thumbs up.

Loki huffed as he felt his cheeks heat up, “I do not giggle, Mobius”.

Mobius rolled his eyes, “Then what were you doing while you were pretending to try to get away?”.

Loki sat up, his eyes widening in shock, “I was not pretending!”, he scowled, pushing Mobius back a little before crossing his arms over his chest.

“Sure you weren’t, and you definitely don’t giggle, and you’re certainly not pouting right now.”, he said, sarcasm just dripping from his tone.

Loki looked at him, his expression softening as he thought about how much Mobius must have cared about his happiness to have went through the trouble to make him laugh like that.

“I uh… Thank you, Mobius”, he whispered, looking down at his lap as he spoke, “for caring”.

Mobius huffed out a small laugh, “Don’t thank me, big guy. You deserve it”.

Loki smiled, leaning against his friend’s chest and allowing himself to relax as Mobius wrapped an arm around him. Both of them smiled, trying not to look at each other for the sake of their own shyness.

It was quiet. It was peaceful. They were happy…. but who would the God of Mischief be without causing a little trouble?

“So… your full name is Mobius Mobius Mobius?”

Mobius tightened his arm around Loki with an impatient sigh, “Don’t make me pin you down again”.

—

——

The next few days passed full of smiles and jokes, and plenty of passing pokes and tickles to Loki’s sides and belly.

Loki knew now that Mobius cared, and he knew that Mobius was sorry, and that was all he could ask for.

And if pretending to be upset or just being ridiculously stubborn became a part of Loki’s daily routine, who was anyone to complain about it?

Certainly not Mobius, but he was always there to take care of Loki’s moods.

[kirieshhhka003]

Jolyne and step sister s/o doing it👀

Pairing: Jolyne Kujo x fem! Reader

Word count: 1,7k

Warnings: incest (not really, reader is Jolyne’s step sis), fingering, cunnylingus, squirting, language

My dear step sister

It’s a lovely Saturday morning, sunlight pours down through the uncurtained window, filling your room with warmth. Summer only begins and you can hear birds chirping outside

It was surprisingly quiet at home - TV almost never shuts up and there are always some noises come from the kitchen, but today - pure silence. You then remember your mom telling that she wanted to go outdoors with her friends and that she will come home late today

Your step dad - Jotaro - is out for his work, which is not a surprise. Actually, it’s a big nonsense when he is at home, but you prefer not to think much about that. But what about your step sister? She almost never shuts up, mumbling something quietly or bragging about some bullshit on the phone with her friends. She must be somewhere out, hanging out with Hermes or that weirdo Anasui

You’re laying on your belly, lazily flipping through the pages of fashion magazine your step sister got yesterday. A full crap. All outfits look gross, and you’re doing your best not to throw this shitty magazine out of the window. You close the journal and cast it aside, closing your eyes and letting out an irritated groan

The sound of soft footsteps echoes from the wall of the corridor and the next second door of your room opens, revealing pretty face of your step sister. A mischievous leer, that stretches her full lips, doesn’t go unnoticed and you can only take a deep breath, waiting for girl to tell you what she’s planned

- Y/n~, whatcha doing? - Jolyne drawls as she nears your bad, collapsing on top of the soft mattress a few centimeters from you. You raise your eyebrows for a little, watching intently at green-haired - she definitely comes up with some dumb shit

- Jolyne, if you’re bored and wanna задолбать me - please leave. I don’t wanna spend time on pointless fights with you. Moreover, I was sure that you’ve left, - you say meekly, feeling already tired of green-haired girl

- Hey, I’m not that mean! And yes, I wanted to go to Hermes’ place, but then I found out that mom left us all alone, if you know what I mean, - Jolyne replies with a wide smile and plays with her eyebrows. You already know what she wants from you

Jolyne shifts herself closer to you so her breasts bump against your shoulder, you can feel the fresh scent of Jolyne’s coconut shampoo

- I know what we can do to entertain ourselves for a few good hours, - she whispers sweetly in your ear, rubbing her nose agains your cheekbone. Ah, here it is

You feel Jolyne’s hand trailing down your back, following along the curves of your spine, stopping on your butt and squeezing soft flesh in her palm and then rubbing it slightly. You

- Hey, no. We did it two days ago, - you grab Kujo’s hand on your ass and pull it away from your body, giving girl a severe sight, seeing how pouty her chicks become

- So what? We can do it today as well too, - Jolyne cooes next to your ear, her mint breath tickles the skin of your cheek and girl shifts even closer to you, leaving faint kiss on your temple and slowly wrapping her lips around your earlobe, starting to mildly suck on it

An exhausted sigh leaves your lungs as you turn to the side, facing Jolyne’s relaxed form. You open your mouth to say something witty but you’re harshly interrupted by Jolyne’s persistent lips right on top of yours. You try to resent for a few seconds but quickly forget about your “anger” and give in a kiss, leaning forward to bump your chest into your sister’s bust

Kujo tangles her slender pale fingers in your hair, massaging your scalp and slightly tugging your locks. Soon Jolyne has you laying on your back, placing her legs on either side of you, grinding her crotch against your abdomen and whining quietly. You look up at her slim form and notice how Jolyne’s nipples perk up against the thin fabric of her home singlet. Thick saliva fills your mouth as you think of those precious little flesh buds - Jolyne’s tits are so sensitive, you can make her cum only by sucking on her breasts

Jolyne notices the way you stare at her chest and slowly - painfully so - tugs the hem of her singlet up, revealing her tits in all beauty. She’s already turned up - you can say that by the way her nipples have swollen for a little, waiting desperately for your touches. Girl again grinds against your stomach a few times, filthy moans slip past her lips, and she cups her own tits, punching and tugging her pink nipples

You exhale sharply through your nose and place your hands on sister’s ass, squeezing her buttocks and jiggling her pliable flesh in your palms. Jolyne arches her back and leans down to you, giving you a wet sloppy kiss. Your hands run up Kujo’s abdomen, caressing her sides fervently, and you notice little goosebumps rise on her bronze skin from your touch. You stop on her breasts, cupping them over with your warm palms and mold them enthusiastically

The next moment you have Jolyne pinned beneath you. Green-haired smirks up at you and splays her legs wide open, giving you full access to her sex, her eyes glimmer with lust. It doesn’t take long for you to take off her sporty shorts and throw them away, revealing Jolyne’s slicked pussy

- You don’t even have any underwear, whore. That desperate for me? - you can’t just pass up an opportunity to mock your step sister, leering at her mischievously. She rolls her eyes back in the head and clicks tongue irritated by your words, furrowing her pretty eyebrows in a frown expression

- Shut the fuck up and do what you’re supposed to, - now it’s your turn to roll your eyes and you solidly slap Jolyne’s thigh, so that the sharp sound of the smack rocks the space of your room. Your thumb rubs tightly against her swollen hooded clit, making green-haired moan filthily and bump her hips desperately into your hand

You lean down, leaving small trail of wet kisses on Jolyne’s neck, your free hand slides lower and lower from Kujo’s chest, making its way down to her crotch. She lets out a loud wanton moan as you shove your middle finger into her slicked throbbing pussy

Kujo reclines her head on soft pillows that lay on your bed, giving you more space of her neck to kiss. Her legs seize around you, pulling your form closer to herself as you slowly add second finger in her velvety warmth. Jolyne arches her back even more, gripping on bedsheets, as you cover one of her nipples with your mouth, licking and sucking on it

- Oh shit babe, just like that, - green-haired whispers hoarsely and snaps her hips into every thrust of your hand, her plushy cunny clamping around your digits. The movements of your hand are harsh and fast, you bump into Jolyne’s pussy as deep as you can, and when you see that your sister is on the brim of cumming, you pull your fingers out, making her cry out loudly:

- You fucker! Put that back in! - she shouts almost sobbing. Oh, how mad she is. A shiteating grin plasters across your face as you scoop Jolyne’s juices from her pussy and bring your slicked digits up to your mouth, licking them off

You crouch over Jolyne’s slit, facing her wet slicked pussy, you notice a small dribble of her juices leading to perineum, and you make a wide lick, starting from that sweet little spot and moving to her overstimulated clit. Green-haired girl runs her fingers through your hair, slightly tugging on it and pulling your face closer to her core

Your nimble tongue strokes Kujo’s hooded clit, as your hands caress her hips and tummy, sometimes gripping on her tits and tugging her nipples. Jolyne’s thighs straddle your head, not letting you pull away and almost suffocating on her pussy. You suck on her labia as you force three of your fingers deep down your sister’s fluttering hole. She squeals loudly at the sudden feeling of fullness, and completely loses control over herself as you start fucking her out with your hand

Your thrusts are just feral - you bury your fingers right to the hilt inside of Jolyne’s clenching heat, then pulling them out almost to the end. And the next moment everything repeats again. The suckle of green-haired pussy makes something flutter in your tummy, tickling your insides, your underwear is now completely dump. You pull one hand away from Jolyne’s body and shove it in under your panties, rubbing tight circles at your clit while moaning into Kujo’s pussy

You curve your fingers up inside of Jolyne, making her squirm beneath you. Her grip on your hair tightens as she almost fucks your face, with every deep thrust you stroke all the right places inside of your sister’s cunny, your tongue rubs firmly against her clit. You feel green-haired starting shaking, tight walls of her pussy clench around your digits as her hips start to buck into your face

Jolyne screams out your name as orgasm crushes over green-haired, filling her body with intense pleasure, making her beating in sweet cramps. Your sister squirts a few drops on your digits, soaking your bedsheets a little. You let Jolyne ride out her orgasm, making the last few deep thrusts, before pulling away from Kujo

You place a wet smack on green-haired’s bent knee, stroking her thighs idly. She whimpers under your touch, still trembling from recent orgasm. The expression in her face is totally debauched, Jolyne looks completely fucked out. You can bet that this is exactly what Anasui imagines while jerking off

You chuckle quietly at this thought and take your t-shirt off, this useless garment joins your sister’s clothes in the floor. You lean down on Jolyne for a droopy kiss while tugging the waist of your shirts together with underwear down. Your own cunny is dripping wet, and your sister should work real good to pay you for such a powerful orgasm

Masterlist | Smut Masterlist

[taetaespeaches]

“How could you hide something from me? I’m the love of your life.”

jimin x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.7K

a/n: I gotta say, after all the shit I’ve made these two go through, writing this was so satisfying. They deserve this soft adorable moment :( I hope you all enjoy, and thanks so much for reading! :))

Hand in hand, you and Jimin walked down the shore as the sun set over the sea, the Busan skyline beginning to shine in the dimming sky. As you stepped together, Jimin kept bumping his hip against yours teasingly, sending you into giggles every time.

“Jimin,” you whined through your laughter as he knocked into you again, pulling you right back to him with a tug on your hand. “Stop,” you dragged the word out as you flung your arm around his chest, holding yourself to him.

He easily adjusted his hold on you, pulling you to stand in front of him, his arms wrapping around your waist as he continued walking, making you move backwards. “You’re so annoying,” you told him half-heartedly, swinging an arm around the back of his neck.

“Me?” He questioned, feigning offense. “You’re the one stumbling all over the place,” he nodded to the side where you were previously walking. Rolling your eyes, you pushed your lips to his chin, leaving a messy kiss to the spot.

“Annoying,” you mumbled as you trailed your mouth to his, kissing him softly. The man stopped walking as he kissed you back, smiling into the meeting. In response to his grin, you couldn’t help the upward curve of your own mouth.

When a gust of wind zipped down the beach, you shivered in your boyfriend’s arms, the man pulling his face from you to inspect your features. “Are you cold?” He asked, his eyes wide and considerate, bringing his hands to your upper arms as he rubbed them soothingly in an attempt to warm you.

“A little,” you told him softly, Jimin’s eyes turning to crescents as he grinned at you fondly.

“Come here, Dear,” he told you just before lifting the bottom of his hoodie and grabbing the back of your head, attempting to shove you inside the clothing. Squealing, your hands grasped his abdomen as you tried to hold him at a distance. “Come on, we need to warm you up,” he claimed through his laughter.

“Chimmm,” you whined through your giggles and screams.

“Dear, you’ll freeze,” he asserted teasingly, you groaning in response. Relenting, you allowed him to place the hoodie overtop your head, your face squished against his t-shirt covered chest.

“Jimin,” you laughed, your voice mumbled as he laughed whole-heartedly outside the clothing smothering you.

Releasing you from the confines of the hoodie, he threw his body forward in laughter, you catching him as you tossed your own head back in amusement; like a call and response.

There were a few other people on the beach, all at a distance, but you were sure you were quite the spectacle in that moment. However, you didn’t pay anyone else any mind. Not when Jimin was smiling and laughing like that, little squeaks leaving his pretty lips. He was stunning. Magnetic and enchanting. And you were deeply in love.

When he finally regained his composure, he easily slid the hoodie off his body and held it open for you. “Here,” he nodded to you, signaling for you to lift your arms so he could place the clothing onto your body.

“You’ll get cold,” you pouted, Jimin giggling as he shook the material slightly to try to trigger you into action.

“I’ll be fine, Dear, please put this on,” he insisted.

With a sigh, you reluctantly held your arms over your head so he could work the plush apparel onto your frame. As you stuck your hands through the sleeves, he tugged the neck opening over your head, smiling and chuckling lightly at the way your scrunched face appeared.

“You’re so cute,” he cooed, brushing his fingers over your hairline to push back any strands. Letting his hands drag down the sides of your face, he held your cheeks gently between his palms. “I love you so much,” he told you softly, his eyes taking time as they admired each of your features.

Astounded under the concentration of his smitten gaze, you licked your lips as you brought your hands to clasp around his wrists. “I love you so much more,” you admitted, a soft smile just barely tugging on your mouth.

Shaking his head in disagreement, you expected him to negate the statement, but instead, he simply placed his forehead against yours sweetly.

“It amazes me how much my family loves you,” he smiled as he spoke the words, you letting out a breathy giggle. You were visiting his family in Busan for the past few days, and it never seized to warm both of your hearts to see and feel how much love they poured into you.

“Me too,” you smiled. “I don’t quite understand why but it means so much to me that they do,” you told him, your orbs misting as you sat in the feeling of their love; Jimin’s love. “You’ve brought so much love into my life,” you shared your thoughts, softly but openly. “From your friends, your family, you,” you paused. “I just didn’t even know I was worthy of it until you, Chim.”

Feeling a tear drop on his thumb, he angled is head to be able to see your face just slightly better. “Dear,” he breathed out through his grin. “All I did was fall in love with you,” he chuckled, just before placing a kiss to the space between your eyes. “It was easy to do.”

Sighing in content, you smiled at his words as he pulled away from you to look into your eyes directly. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered, you laughing as he wiped under your eyes gently.

The both of you simply stared at each other once more, the love between you as vibrant as ever but feeling much more forward and prominent in that moment. You were always in love with the man and he could still make your heart flutter at any given moment, but after so many years together it was rare that you felt nervous in his presence. But the way he stared at you with an overwhelming amount of affection, you felt your nerves rise.

Jimin inhaled deeply, letting it out slowly in a long shaky breath. Mistaking the unsteadiness of his exhale for a shiver, your eyes widened.

“Are you cold now?” You asked him, Jimin smiling stunningly at you as he shook his head.

“No, I’m ok,” he assured you, you pulling your eyebrows together scrutinizingly.

“I think you’re lying,” you told him, cocking your head to the side. “Or maybe you’re hiding something,” you continued, stepping back from him and out of his grasp. The man’s hands dropped to his sides as he sighed in annoyance at your sudden teasing. “What are you hiding Park Jimin?” You questioned him, walking backwards, moving closer to the waves washing up on the shore gently. When your bare feet were submerged by water, you smirked at him.

“What are you doing?” He questioned you, watching you intently.

“Nothing,” you replied innocently, shaking your head.

“Now you’re hiding something too,” he pointed out, you gasping.

“Was that an admission then? That you’re hiding something from me?” You asked in feigned offense. “Jimin, how could you hide something from me? I’m the love of your life.” Before he could respond, you kicked your foot across the water, splashing the man with the chilly ocean spray.

Gasping at the cool water, he curled in on himself to shield his body from you as you splashed him again. “Are you cold now?” You asked through your giggles, Jimin laughing as he turned his back to you.

Yelling out in response to your actions, you threw your head back in amused laughter. “I’m sorry,” you giggled, stepping toward him. “Do you want your hoodie back, Chim?” You asked, reaching your hand out to touch his back when you neared him.

However, before you made contact with him, the man spun around to face you and dropped to one knee, an open ring box in his hands as he held them out toward you. With a gasp, your hands shot toward your face to cover your mouth. “Jimin, oh my god,” you spoke in shock.

“You’re everything to me,” he told you seriously. “You’re everything I want and everything I didn’t even know I wanted.”

“Jimin,” you whispered through your hands as you watched tears form in his pretty orbs.

“And there hasn’t been a moment since I’ve known you that I’ve wanted to live without you,” he continued, both of you crying as you stared at each other. “So, if you feel the same way-”

“I do,” you interjected, Jimin’s lips widening into his beautiful smile as he dropped his head forward slightly with a giggle.

“Will you marry me?” He finished his proposal, looking back up to you just in time to see you dropping onto your knees in front of him.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you told him, the words getting lost in a mumble as you pressed your lips to his, Jimin kissing you back just as eagerly as your arms wrapped around the back of his head.

“Hang on, hang on,” he chuckled, you pulling away slightly. “Let me put this on you,” he smiled, you squealing as you placed your hands between your bodies. He slid the ring on easily, the jewelry stunning and perfect, causing you both to stare at it for a moment. “Do you like it?” He asked nervously, you giggling at the ridiculous question.

“I love it so much, it’s perfect,” you assured him, looking back to him as you beamed. Jimin leaned forward to softly kiss your lips as you mumbled I love you’s against his mouth. “I’m so lucky to have you,” you pulled your lips from his just slightly as you teared up once more, Jimin smiling as he trailed kisses along your cheek.

“Me too,” he mumbled against your face, just before bringing his mouth back to yours.

With your promise ring from years earlier on your right hand, and now the engagement ring on your left hand, you couldn’t help the upward curve of your lips as you kissed the man who you loved more than anyone. Because he loved you too. And he’s always made it so known to you that he intended to spend his life with you. He wanted you, and you him. As you both lost yourselves in each other, you were certain Busan had never seen a love quite so pure.

[tojisblunt]

the sister always wins.

just a lil dark drabble / dark one shot to give myself a break from writing for the last :))) its been a while since i indulged in my own dark fantasies......

+ includes. cheating, INCEST, dacryphilia, fingering, creampie, consensual recording, overstimulation, mating press, multiple orgasms, squirting

you hate her.

your precious and handsome nii chan knows how much you despise his girlfriend, and despite his nightly reassurances of how you’re his favorite girl, you can’t help but feel jealousy, anger, and frustration whenever you hear the sounds of her moans and skin slapping against skin coming from your brother’s room.

you hate her, which is why you’re currently crying to your nii chan, sitting on his bed as you whine and sniffle like a brat while he keeps his focus on his game. he’s currently winning, as what you assumed from the victorious yells coming in from his headphones, faint voices screaming about how “you’re so cracked, suna!” whatever the hell that means.

“rin nii,” you cry, shifting closer to the edge of the bed, and closer to him. he keeps his headphones on, pretending to ignore you. if you didn’t know any better, you’d know that he’s just pretending to not hear you to get a reaction out of you, but you don’t. you’re really gullible, and it breaks your heart to see your nii chan “ignoring” you.

suna finishes his game, bidding goodbye to his friends. you smile widely as he begins to turn off his pc, only for your smile to dwindle down once his phone starts to ring. you knew that it was her, and if she’s calling, you knew that your time with your nii chan would be limited.

“hey baby,” suna places emphasis on ‘baby’ knowing that your ears are perked and listening to his conversation. “are you okay?” suna makes sure his voice comes out a little more lovey-dovey than usual just to spite you, getting you prepared for his plans tonight.

you wanna doubt him so much? he’ll show you how much he loves you, and only you.

you keep your head down as suna converses with his girlfriend, paying no mind to you as if you never even entered his room in the first place. as if you never even existed in the first place, and it makes you want to start crying again.

“right now? i can’t,” you look up at the sound of suna’s words, letting curiosity get the best of you. “[name] isn’t feeling well,” suna finishes, and you feel a sense of pride pass through you at the fact that he’s declining that stupid whore’s request of coming over in favor of you.

“she’s my fucking sister,” your eyes twinkle at the sound of your brother defending you, the hint of anger in his voice becoming more prominent as the whore continues to yell at him through the phone. if you made the effort, you’d be able to hear whatever she’s saying, but you don’t care about a single thing that leaves her mouth, so you choose to focus on your nii chan’s words instead. “whatever, fuck you. call me back when you’re not going batshit insane, yeah?”

suna hangs up the phone in a fit of anger, throwing it on the space beside you. he stares at you for a quick second before grabbing you by your wrist, dragging you to your own room without a single word.

“nii chan!” you squeal as he throws you onto the bed, spreading your legs wide with no hesitation. he flips your skirt and removes your panties, a mewl leaving your lips as the cold air hits your warm cunt, your sensitivity already beginning to be fueled.

“why do you hate her so much?” suna asks, keeping his body in between your legs and your ankles are resting on his shoulders. his eyes stare down at your cute cunt, fingers toying with your clit while your body sways side to side from the stimulation.

“b-because she..” you hiccup as suna slides in two thick fingers into your awaiting pussy, groaning at the tightness that he’s welcomed with. “she t-takes nii chan away from m-me...” you sniffle, head thrown back as the tips of suna’s fingers bump with your cervix while his fingers continue to assault your throbbing clit.

“she’s my girlfriend, so of course she will.” suna says nonchalantly, and you whimper at the image of him spending time with her. “but, i told you, baby. you’re my favorite girl, not her.” he coos when you cry out as he slips an additional finger, voice turning dark as his obsessive possession over you starts to show up.

“rin nii,” you whine, giving him the pretty eyes to let him know what you really want. suna smiles, slipping his fingers out of you, taking them in his mouth first before gripping the underside of your thighs, keeping them spread apart as he lines his cock with your leaking pussy.

he slowly pushes the head of his cock inside, relishing in your soft whines of pleasure as he begins to stretch your little cunt. “fuck,” suna groans, eyes focused on the way your pussy is wrapping his cock. he brings his thumb to target tight circles on your sensitive clit, resulting in your legs to start quivering as his cock makes its way to bottom out inside you.

“nii chan,” you whine, grabbing onto his wrist and shaking your head, afraid of the building pressure inside of you. “i feel s-so full...” you sniffle, exhaling heavily as he quickens the speed of his fingers on your clit.

“cumming?” suna chuckles, amused as he watches you cry and convulse around his cock that had just bottomed out inside your messy cunt, your juices coating his cock with your cream.

“yo-your phone, nii chan...” you blabber, and at first you confused him, but as you continue to mutter about his phone, he starts to understand your true intentions.

you want him to record you.

he smiles, caressing the side of your face before grabbing his phone beside you, keeping himself inside of you. he opens his camera app, sliding to the video option and hit ‘record’.

suna brings the phone to your cock stuffed cunt, using his other hand to spread your legs wider and letting the camera get a better view of your pretty pussy creaming on his cock.

“tell her, baby.” suna grunts as he begins to thrust his hips against yours harshly. your eyes widen, realizing his motives. he’s gonna send it to her?! instead of making you more shy, it gets you even more turned on, causing the heat bubbling in your pussy to rise. “who’s my favorite girl?” suna’s voice is husky, sweat dripping down his forehead as he keeps his rough pace of fucking into your cunt fast and hard.

“i am!” you cry, the feeling of his cock pounding into your tight little cunt heightening your senses. “i’m your favorite girl, fuck! nii san, i’m cumming!” you sob, your grip around his wrist tightening as his fingers don’t stop their abuse on your poor clit while his cock rams into you in the most pleasurable manner.

“yeah? you cummin’ on your big brother’s cock?” suna chcukles darkly, placing his phone on the night stand but making sure that the camera still caught both of your bodies performing a taboo activity. “beg for it, baby. beg for your nii chan, come on,” suna eggs you on, and you’re panting, eyes rolling back.

“please, please, please, please!” you sob, shaking your head as you start to feel the bubbling of immeasurable pleasure inside the pit of your stomach. “i’m cumming, please, nii chan, please!” you cry, and with one final stroke of suna’s fingers on your clit, you’re cumming hard on his cock, catching suna’s attention as your cum squirts out, splattering all over his chest and cock.

“holy,” suna chokes, feeling his dick throb at the wet sensation that’s covering his skin. “that was so hot, baby,” suna leans down to share a sloppy kiss with you, his hips continuing with its abuse against yours while you moan and whine into his mouth from the overstimulation.

“rin nii,” you whine uncomfortably, the overstimulation becoming a little too much to the point where it starts to borderline pain and pleasure. suna ignores you, going at a faster pace this time, relishing in the way your moans start to become more erratic and breathy. “no, no, no...” you whisper as you feel your cunt convulsing, a tell tale sign of your impending orgasm.

“ah, gonna cum again?” suna chuckles, using his hold on your thighs to press them against your chest as he leans on your body, pressing his weight onto you. “yeah, one more, give nii chan one more.” he’s breathing into your ear, and you can only respond with a cry as he hits the deepest spots within you.

“mmph!” your cries come out muffled due to the hand you’ve pressed against your mouth to refrain your parents from hearing your brother split your cunt open deliciously. “i’m cumming, nii chan,” you cry in a rushed manner, and he kisses your cheek as your token to cum, and you do, coating his cock with even more of your cum. the base of his cock is wrapped in a translucent white circle, a sign of your pleasure whenever he humps his dick in and out of your messy pussy.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” suna groans as he cums inside of your cunt, head thrown back and eyes closed as he feels your pussy tighten around him while he warms you up with his cum, painting your pink insides white. he does no move to pull his softening cock out of you, only moving to grab his phone and end the recording.

he’s immediately pressing a few buttons and you stare at him in confusion before he shoves his phone at your face, your eyes focusing and unfocusing on his screen as you adjust to the closeness of his phone on your face.

your eyes widen as your mind processes what he just showed you, but he gives you no time to respond as he begins circling your clit, causing a moan to slip from your pretty lips. he smirks, throwing his phone to the side as he brings you into another mating press, beginning to snap his hips against yours for another round.

your moans and his grunts are so loud that you don't hear the constant dinging from his phone as his girlfriend blows up his phone.

suna: *1 video attachment* suna: we're over btw

unknown (blocked): wtf????? unknown (blocked): this is disgusting unknown (blocked): ur sister?? rlly???? my pussy is better right???? unknown (blocked): baby respond unknown (blocked): fuck you im gonna send this to everyone unknown (blocked): hello???? unknown (blocked): fuck

well, ex-grilfriend.

copyright © tojisblunt. do not plagiarize, modify, or repost.

[starryhyuck]

hey hun :) if requests are still open could you write smth about jeno? smth like you trying to dom him for once and being all cocky until he somehow manages to get out of restraints to put you in your place

“maybe you should tie him up.”

you glare at donghyuck. it was jeno’s birthday in a few days and you were trying to think of what to get him. you mistakenly went to renjun and donghyuck, who only suggested you do special things for your boyfriend in the bedroom.

“you’re so not helping.”

renjun chuckles. “come on, maybe jeno would like it. have you ever tried to dom him?”

“no,” you hiss, feeling small and embarrassed. you didn’t exactly enjoy talking about your and jeno’s sex life with his two friends.

donghyuck exchanges a glance with renjun. you ignore whatever secret conversation they’re trying to have with their eyes.

“i think jeno would like it if you were dominant with him,” hyuck smiles, leaning closer to speak with you. “be more confident. it’ll really turn him on.”

“really?” you ask with wide eyes. jeno’s always been dominant in the bedroom, bringing you to your knees more often than once. he’s constantly wanting to have control of you once you’re on the bed, so you can’t really imagine being in the opposite position.

renjun smirks. “really. give it a shot.”

when you exit the dorms, renjun and hyuck laugh with each other.

“jeno’s going to hate that.”

“isn’t that the fun part though?”

—

on the day of jeno’s birthday, you set everything up for him. you went to one of those dimly lit stores and bought a pair of handcuffs, even though you know jeno can get out of any restraint you try to put on him. you also bought a pair of fancy lingerie, not daring to look in the mirror.

you wait patiently for jeno to return from his schedule, fidgeting on his bed and making sure everything looks good for him.

when you hear the front door open, you squeak, quickly scrambling to get in place. you run your fingers over the fabric of jeno’s sheets nervously.

he finally enters the room, pausing as he drinks in the sight of you. his eyes grow dark.

“what’s this?”

you’ve been working on your confidence all week just for this moment.

“a surprise for the birthday boy.”

he grins, closing the door and walking over to you. his first instinct is to pin you down on the bed and you already knew he was going to try and take control. when he leans down to kiss you, you quickly flip him over so that you’re straddling him. he raises an eyebrow.

you smile, leaning down to press another kiss to his lips. jeno allows it, sliding his hands around your waist. you subtly move his hands until they’re above his head.

you’re not subtle at all with the next move — quickly grabbing the handcuffs underneath the pillow and restraining him to the bed.

jeno growls, thrashing his hands around. “what are you doing, dirty girl?”

“giving you your present,” you smirk. jeno glares at you when you reach down to palm his cock, your pretty lingerie fluttering over his jeans. “i think someone wants to give something to me too.”

“you better watch it,” jeno warns.

you smile, feeling a little nervous to have jeno in this state. you shimmy down his legs, unbuttoning his jeans and letting his cock spring free. your mouth waters at the sight of him.

“suck me off. now.”

you giggle. “how do i know you deserve it?”

“y/n, don’t test me.”

you frown. “i don’t think i should if you’re going to be so disobedient.”

your hands slip into your underwear and you moan, stroking your folds gently. jeno grumbles. you move up so that your pussy is hovering directly over his cock but you refuse to touch him, sliding a finger into your wet heat. you throw your head back and whine, bucking your hips into your hand.

when you push a second finger inside, jeno breaks out of his confines.

it happens so quickly then — he grabs you and pins you down so that your face is shoved into the pillow and your ass is high in the air. you squeak when he slaps your ass, grasping your wrist and shoving your fingers into his mouth so he can taste you. you sob when he moves his other hand down to stroke himself. he flings your arm back when he’s done with you.

“filthy slut. was that fun for you? why would you think i would like that, huh?”

you gulp. “renjun and hyuck.”

he rolls his eyes. “of course.”

“did you like disobeying me, baby?”

“n-no,” you whimper. “i’m sorry. i need to be punished, daddy.”

he hums in agreement, teasing the tip of his cock at your entrance. he gives you no warning as he plunges deep inside you, causing you to arch your back and moan.

you frown when jeno refuses to move, and you try to push yourself back on him. he grips your hip to stop you.

“now, don’t be a bad girl. let me stay like this for a while.”

“but daddy-“

he brings his hand down on your cheek hard, and you squeal. “are you trying to talk back to me? you think you’re in charge now?”

you whimper and chew on your bottom lip.

“n-no, i’m s-sorry.”

you keep quiet as jeno builds a slow pace. he knows you want him to go faster but you suppose this is your punishment for the night. you can’t feel him fully like this, and you cry.

he snickers. “what is it now? not satisfied?”

“i-i need you deeper, daddy,” you murmur. “please? i w-want to f-feel you deep inside my pussy.”

“i thought it was my birthday, baby,” he hums. “why should i give you what you want when it’s my day?”

“i tried to make you happy, daddy,” you reason with him. “i tried my best. i was really good.”

he strokes your hip, lazily thrusting into you. it’s not enough for you to reach your climax, and jeno knows this well. you sob, fed up with him and try your best to fuck yourself back on his cock. jeno lets you make an absolute mess of yourself, watching as you try your best to fuck him.

he chuckles. “such a filthy slut. you’ll do anything for my cock, won’t you?”

“yes,” you blubber, way past the point of preserving your dignity. “please, daddy. want to feel your hard cock. wanna be fucked dumb. need your big fat cock to stretch out my small pussy.”

jeno groans, leaning over to whisper in your ear.

“this pussy belongs to me, understood?”

he slams deep into you with no warning and you wail. you think his goal is to split you in half with his cock, his tip brushing against your sweet spot as he finally delivers you a good fucking.

you grow delirious as jeno abuses you, and you thrash under his strong hold. it’s clear he has no intent on giving you mercy, pinching your clit and throwing you overboard.

you mumble incoherent noises in between your moans and jeno laughs.

“gonna come? wanna see you cream my cock, baby.”

“s-s-so good,” you reply. “so deep. f-feel you s-so deep, daddy.”

your orgasm hits you before you can even register what’s happening. you moan loudly and your legs give out, causing jeno’s cock to slip out of you. he grunts, manhandling you until you’re on your side. he moves so that he’s behind you, throwing one of your legs over his hip and kissing your neck.

he eases himself back inside of you and you wince from the oversensitivity. you let him use you the way he wants, and he groans in your ear as he fucks you balls deep. your second orgasm builds and you whine, clutching your pillow for dear life. jeno is relentless — fingers digging into your thigh as he pummels into you.

he pushes his other arm underneath your body so he can hold you close to his chest, gripping your breast with his palm.

“come on, come on,” he hisses in your ear. your eyes roll to the back of your head. you feel absolutely euphoric. “give me another one, baby. then i’ll give you all my cum.”

“d-daddy, daddy,” you chant, climbing and climbing until the cord in you snaps. you practically scream under jeno’s touch, convulsing around his cock.

that’s all it takes for him to spill his load into you, groaning as he empties out. you feel warm when he pulls out of you, cum dripping down your thighs.

he leans over to kiss you and your eyes flutter shut. he chuckles.

“tired?”

“mmm,” you hum. “happy birthday.”

he laughs at your drowsy statement. he pecks your cheek.

“thank you for the present, baby.”

[duskholland]

How about cockwarming with Tom?

I threw in some plot and extra things just for fun, hope that’s alright. 

-- clearing out my inbox -- 

18+ !!!! contains nsfw material. extended warnings beneath cut.

warnings: cockwarming, 69, oral, dirty talk, unprotected sex -- please practise safe sex!! condoms act as barriers against STIs as well as unplanned pregnancy. 

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Tom’s always been a bit competitive, so it doesn’t surprise you when he comes out with a bold proposition over dinner.

“Hey, so, I was thinking…”

“Uh oh.”

“Hey!” He’s got a pout on his face, and his eyebrows scrunch together as he stares at you from across the dining table.

“Sorry,” you mutter, shrugging lightly. You reach out and grab at his hand, flashing a gentle smile. “What were you thinking?”

Tom’s lips quirk into a smirk, and you feel a flash of excitement shooting down towards your core as you take in his dark, brown eyes. “We can’t decide which film we’re going to see tomorrow, so why don’t we settle our disagreement with a competition?”

“And what exactly would that be?”

Your boyfriend shoots you a wink. “We’ll see how long you can sit on my cock before one of us gives in.”

You feel your mouth run dry. “Alright.”

And just like that, your evening’s plans are wiped away. You spend the rest of dinner making teasing conversation, then Tom pulls you away to the bedroom. His lips move up your neck as you both slowly shed your clothes, drawing it out for as long as possible. His touch is warm and teasing, ghosting over your bare hips and your soft inner thighs as he lays you down on the mattress and settles between your legs.

“Hey, hey,” you whine, reaching out to grab at his head. “What are you doing?”

Tom peers up at you, blinking innocently. “Well, it’d be a bit mean if I just expected you to take me without warming you up first, love,” he points out. He gives you a cocky smirk. “I am quite big, you know.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you tut. “But that gives you an unfair advantage,” you point out. “If you get me excited, then I’m more likely to give in, and lose the competition.”

“Oh,” Tom says sarcastically, “I hadn’t thought of that.” He’s grinning at you, and you narrow your eyes in response.

“Move up here,” you instruct. “If you’re going to tease me, I’ll tease you in return.” 

“You mean…?”

You hum. “Yes.”

Quickly, you and Tom settle into a loose 69 position. It’s sloppy and imperfectly executed, but neither of you cares too much - this is just the warmup, before the main event. That being said, you’re intent on winning this competition, so you don’t hold back as you straddle Tom’s chest and reach down to tug his length from his boxers. You lick over the palm of your hand, covering your skin in spit before wrapping your fingers around his half-flushed cock and pumping him slowly, teasingly. You run your thumb across his head, gathering the beads of precum, and you smirk as you hear him groan.

As you start to work him up, Tom’s needy hands grab at your waist, and he pulls you up to rest over his face. You whine as he starts to lick through your slit, diving in immediately with some large, flat stripes of his tongue. He flicks his tongue across your clit, teasing you, before hardening up the muscle and slipping it into your hot, sensitive hole. You cry out, grinding down against his mouth as he prods his tongue against your aching entrance, obscene sounds of your arousal mixing with his hums of enjoyment.

You both work away for a few minutes, enjoying riling up the other until you start to feel the telltale signs of a climax building in you. Your lower stomach starts to burn, and reluctantly you stop the slow, long pumps of your hand over Tom’s now-fully erect cock, and move away from him.

“Get in me,” you breathe out, your voice a little raspy. You hear him laugh, his wide hands passing over the curve of your bum affectionately.

“Eager?” Tom quips, helping you turn around. He slides up to rest against the headboard, patting at his thighs invitingly.

“You’re not?” You return, chuckling as you take in the way his chin is wet from your juices. Tom grabs at your hips and brings you up to straddle him, and you enjoy watching his face tense as you glide his cock between your folds. 

“Fuck, love,” he mutters, wrapping both of his hands around your back. He drags his lips up your neck, kissing and sucking his way to your ear. “Please.”

The noise he makes when you finally slide down onto his cock is incredibly erotic, and it makes you toss your head back and moan loudly. You feel his length slowly opening you up, pressing apart your sensitive, pulsing heat as you settle down completely. He bottoms out, and you cling to his muscular shoulders, knuckles clenching as you adjust to him.

“Feels like fuckin’ heaven,” Tom mutters, voice husky. He’s caressing your back, his hot fingers trailing over every part of your skin. “So wet for me,” he rasps. “Fits me so tightly, sweetheart. Like this cunt was made for me.” You clench around him as he spits obscenities into your ear, causing him to release the lightest moan. “It was made for me, wasn’t it? You like feeling my cock inside you just as much as I do, dirty little thing.”

You whimper. It feels incredibly stimulating to have his cock lodged deep within you. Each time one of you shifts, it causes a different part of his member to press up against your inner walls, and you swear you can make out every single vein and bump of his impressive cock. There’s a hot, building heat radiating out from your centre, and shit, whilst you really want to win the bet, you don’t know how long you’ll be able to last before you’re begging him to fuck you into oblivion.

“Love your cock, Tom,” you assure, deciding that if you want to win, you’ll need to play dirty. You curl your fingers through his brown wavy hair and start to kiss up and down his pale neck, sucking a few light hickeys to his skin. Between kisses, you get out a few provocative words. “Love it when you fuck me. Can always feel you so deep in me.” With a smirk, you reach out for his hand and place it directly over your lower stomach, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “I can feel you right there,” you coo, licking your lips. “So deep in me.”

Tom curses, his jaw clenching as he blinks a few times. “Right there?” He asks, voice weak.

You nod. “I think about it all the time, when you’re away. How good it feels when you’re fucking me like you do. Pushing my legs up into the air, or turning me over and fucking me into the bed.” You pause, moaning pornographically into his ears. He whimpers darkly. “I wish you’d fuck me right now.”

Tom shifts slightly, and the head of his cock nudges deeper into you in response, causing you to groan.

“Such a dirty mouth,” he murmurs. He’s got his eyes fixed on your face, and you meet his gaze strongly. It’s an intimate moment - your arms wrapped around one another, your bodies connected together both physically and emotionally - and if your cunt wasn’t pulsing as intensely as it is, you’d wish it could last a little longer. “Always so bad for me, aren’t you? Trying to tempt me into losing.” 

You shrug, dragging a hand down his front. “Just want you to fuck me,” you say innocently. 

“Yeah?” His tone darkens, and you whimper as Tom leans nearer and kisses the tender spot behind your ear. “Want to feel me filling you up? I’d quite like to hear you screaming my name, love. All those pretty moans and noises you make as your cunt squeezes around me. I dream about the way you look beneath me, baby.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as his words rattle through your skull. He feels so good trapped inside you, but it’s too much. Your hands are hot, and your face feels taut and tired, and you know you can’t continue. So what if Tom takes you to see a bad film tomorrow - now, you need him. 

“Tom,” you say finally, opening your eyes. Your stare focuses on his face, and you realise he’s just as fucked as you - forehead shiny, cheeks a bright pink, pupils blown wide with lust. “Fuck me.”

Without a word, Tom pushes you back. You squeal as you fall down onto the mattress, but the noise twists up into a desperate moan as his hands part your thighs and he enters you again. You grasp at his shoulders, head falling back as he sets a punishing pace, strands of his hair falling down to stick to your skin as Tom fucks you.

It’s desperate and needy, both of you chasing highs you’d been denied for far too long. Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders, eliciting larger moans from Tom who just grunts and ruts into you fast in response. The movement of his cock pressing into you, over and over again, is easy and slick, aided by the mix of your arousal and Tom’s spit between your legs. You cling to him with one hand, the other slipping down to find your clit as you move together in perfect, fiery sync.

“That’s it,” he coos, “Rub that clit f’me. You feel so fucking perfect for me, darling. Fuck.” When he’s like this - all hot and bothered and blissed-out - he’s almost incoherent, but the strain in Tom’s voice as he rasps about your perfect cunt makes your eyes roll back into your head. “Gonna let me fill you up, hm? Can feel you clenching around me, pretty girl. Know how desperate you are to have me fuck you. Are you going to cum for me?”

You cry out, feeling your high building. “Yes, yes, Tom, fuck.”

Tom leaves a series of very messy kisses around the side of your face as he pounds into you, over and over. 

“Go on, then,” he encourages. “Let me feel you.”

It all burns together in a long, suspended scene of pleasure. You peak with a strangled cry of his name, your back arching up against his hot front as you writhe around on the sheets. You’re not sure how long it takes, but as your cunt clenches tightly around Tom’s cock, he follows suit, grunting as his face falls to your shoulder and he comes with a yell. You move through it with him, your bodies sweaty and pressed flush together as your sounds of enjoyment mix in the air.

When you’re both finished, Tom falls down beside you, leaving you empty but utterly satisfied. You share a small, exhausted smile as he picks up your hand and kisses over the back of it.

“I win,” he says. He kisses your knuckles one by one, peering up at you with large, soft eyes. “You can pick the film, though. I've already got everything I wanted.”

You bite your lip, grinning as you reach out and drag his chin closer. You meet his lips in a slow, warming kiss. 

“That’s very sweet,” you mumble against his lips. “I love you.”

Tom cups your cheeks, hands resting over your hair as he redirects his lips to your forehead. He scatters a few gentle kisses to your skin, staring down at you with adoration in his eyes. “Love you too, darling.”

[inthehytes]

You mentioned a while ago about Gia and synthia getting up to mischief together and Kendall just being exhausted could you please write that 🥺 maybe it’s late and Kendall just wants to sleep but the other two are just acting like children 😂💗

This was so much fun thank you for the request!!💗

—-

The loud squeal Kendall hears from the kitchen is normally enough to warm her chest and send a smile to her face. Tonight however, it makes her want to cry. Especially when an equally loud cackle that sounds afterwards echoes through the apartment. She stays on the couch content to let them sort everything out themselves until she hears the sprayer on the kitchen sink turn on followed by a shriek.

“What are you two doing in here?” Kendall questions as she leans against the doorway, arms crossed over her chest and an eyebrow raised. She couldn’t help smile watching Synthia leap away from Gia, arms still outstretched like she was going for their throat.

“The dishes Kenny! We’re almost finished.” She smiled sunnily, giving Gia one last elbow to the side as their hands crept toward the sink of soapy water.

“So you’re not fighting?” She teases, pushing off the doorframe to lean against the island nearby instead. “Cause the last time I checked dishes didn’t involve so much screaming.”

“Well you know how much our little angel likes to scream for me.” Gia sported a wicked grin watching Synthia’s jaw drop and eyes widen.

“Gia! I’m gonna get you!” She shrieked, voice echoing loudly on the tile as she leapt for the sprayer on the sink intent on giving them a wet splotch on their shirt that would match the one she was given.

“Too slow!” Gia grunts as they throw her over their shoulder, spinning in careful circles to make her dizzy as Synthia pounds at their back and wriggles to get loose.

“Kendall! Help me!” She manages between loud giggles, stretching an arm to the brunette when Gia stops to restituate her.

“Nu-uh you did this one yourself Princess, your precious little Kenny can’t save you now.” Gia huffs, pretending to drop Synthia to draw a reaction out of the blonde. They start to walk before Synthia can reply, carrying her back to their oversized couch and chucking her onto the cushions.

Kendall watches as they wrestle, sharp elbows flying at each other. Their laughter is interspaced by grunts when particularly sharp blows meet their target. She intervenes when Synthia finally manages to land on top of Gia, trying and failing to pin them to the couch by their hips. Kendall scoops her into her arms from behind, pretending to pull her in for a cuddle to wind down the fighting though the subtle nod she gives Gia means different.

The two move in a practiced precision, Kendall flopping onto the couch and pinning Synthia in her lap as Gia leaps up to attack her exposed sides with lithe fingers. Synthia howls when she realizes what’s happening, squirming and hollering to get away from the two as they tickle her mercilessly.

“Stop! Stop! Please I can’t breathe!” She shrieks after a minute, a broad grin on her face as she squirms against Kendall. “You’re supposed to be on my side Kenny!”

“I’m not on anyone’s side baby girl, I just wanted a cuddle.” Kendall fakes an innocent tone, smacking a loud kiss to Synthia’s cheek though she does bat Gia’s hands away from the blonde’s sides.

“Evil, you’re both evil.” Synthia pouts up at Gia, squirming around until she can curl up in Kendall’s lap.

“But we love you angel.” Gia chuckles, bending to kiss the pout off of her lips before stealing one from Kendall as well.

“Enough to finish the dishes for me?” Her big brown eyes are Gia’s weakness, caving with a roll of their own.

“You did start this whole thing.” Kendall chimes in with a cheeky grin.

“Yeah Yeah,” they grumble though they lean down to steal a final kiss from Synthia whispering in her ear with a glint in their eye “this isn’t over Kiss, Mommy won’t always be there to save her little angel.”

[muffindaddystyles]

HUSBAND!HARRY HEADCANONS (NSFW+)

He'd be an excited puppy at his wedding day. Getting emotional to an extent he'd stutter his vows only to shove his face into his palms out of shyness and hug you making everyone laugh and hoot.

At the after party would be pulling you close by wrist whispering dirty things and sweet nothings not forgetting to mention of Mr/Mrs. Styles each time.

Danced and drink his arse off making you sneak with the whines that he can't wait anymore to take you instead knacker out the moment he touches the mattress.

Would apologise in the morning with room service, his mouth and fingers.

Would be smothering you in loud wet kisses when you'd dress up to go outside with him.

Wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself even in public and steal pecks when no-one's watching. The whole time lacing his fingers in between yours, swaying them when walking through streets of italy and kissing each knuckle with a smile worming up.

You would drag him to local food stalls and have an eating competition with him. In the end when you'd get too lazy would be all pouty and doe eyes asking him to pick you up.

Alot of love making. Like alot it would make you cancel plans of next day.

Lazying around the suite in Styles embroidered robes.

He'd have flowers bought to you every morning. Pastel heart shaped boxes of different chocolates. He's too romantic. It rots your teeth.

Would have tea in the evening at hotel's balcony.

If you'd be two feets away from somewhere outside he'd call you "wifey/hubby" to gain your attention. The cocky bastard he's would point at you when everyone would smile at the new couple fondly.

You'd groan at the airport stomping your feet because he bulked up so much luggage due to his habit of drooling over every decoration piece, "'m sorry! Kay? I'll ask Jeff to figure something out." He'd give you sheepish smile and it always does wonders.

Coming back home you'd give eachother back rubs and shoulder messages which soon turns into a hard fuck.

He'd book spas for you stating he wishes that you don't find him a boring husband.

Would proudly introduce you to everyone as his life partner tucking you by his side knowing you get socially akward in the crowds.

Would help you in the kitchen in burning pots and pans squealing to have a run when you'd get grumpy. Would come to bed after scrubbing them nicely and you'd jump in his lap telling it's okay and rewarding him with kisses.

The first big fight you'd have would lit up from the stupidest reason. Could be from fact he didn't like the fictional character you love so much and you mock him that he always does this leading it to a huge fight that he doesn't love you. Making him sleep at the couch only to crawl to him in the wee of night and he'd just sprawl his arm for you to cuddle into him without a word.

Would look at lil toddlers and wrap his arms around you, chin on your shoulder exclaiming "we'll make beautiful babies one day too."

Would help you in laundry moreso his opportunity to stare your ass and tease you. Making you sit at the dryer to watch you thrash with vibrations while he does nothing but kiss you everywhere except where you need him most to annoy you.

Would sternly tell you to give a resign to your job as they treat you bad.

Would ask someone in his rich friends circle for your job and it would be the cause of your guys first serious fight where you don't talk to him for days, then when you'll cry softly in his arms "do you think 'm not capable of getting a job that you'd have to ask your friends?" So innocently it breaks his heart and he smooches kisses at your forehead with sorrys that it wasn't his intention at all.

Would have lavender and salt baths running for eachother after a hectic day.

Would share excited news with eachother first.

He'd make you listen his songs and would be all giddy fumbling with the hem of your cardigan. When you'd sob his head would perk up like a pup and he'd wipe your tears only for you to ask, "Wait. How did you write such a sad breakup song? We had our fights but they weren't thatttt serious." Then he'd just slip under duvet to hide and you'd throw it away slithering up his chest to suffocate him. "Harry!!! You bitch I'll kill you!!" He'd just laugh out loud trying to cup your cheeks and kiss you.

Would drag you late nights to have ice-cream parlour visits.

When he'd get sick would make you stay with him in bed all day. Follow you to kitchen wrapped in blankets and when you'd scold would slump. Look so cute with those teary eyes it's hard to ignore him.

Would give you mischievous glare and dimpled smile while writing from Mr and Mrs Styles on presents or something to gift.

He could be very messy and dirty sometimes. You'd throw his soggy socks at his face from the floor and he'd just dodge them with a snarky retort.

You guys would gossip with eachother while watching telly. He'd have imaginary feuds with your rude co-workers and would snap his finger while chewing on pringles in a loud voice, "Brent and Vroe are fucking. Mark my words."

When you'd scream "Harry Styles I hate you!" He'd just grin from far smacking a flying kiss. "Too bad darlin' ye're stuck with your enemy."

He'd try to be the best husband for you because when Harry loves someone he loves with each drop of his blood.

When you'd be away from home for sometime and come back to surprise him finding your house a cluster fuck he'd be like "don't be mad. I know I'm too lazy and it's a bummer.'

On the wedding anniversary he'd try to be the most romantic. Making you count each day to the amount you'd get annoyed.

Would have a tattoo for you inked on himself.

While trying to have a baby he'd be the filthiest. Would keep your legs raised and when you'd whine would sush with you kisses.

Fuck you in every corner of the house to claim you his's with marks and love bites, "do you think we did this time?" He'd huff face hidden in the crook of your neck.

Make brekkies and have dances when the vinyl is on low hum.

Would take you to Taylor Swift's concerts knowing how much you love her. Have a blast and would give you a piggie ride when it ends.

He'd look sick from anxiousness while taking pregnancy test and when it comes out positive would shrink like a shrimp and sob out loud instead of hugging you. You'd just roll your eyes laying beside him taking his face and making him look at him, "We're pregnant." His nose red and cheeks stained. "We are." You'd grin kissing him.

Next morning you'd be treated with delcious brekkie, a nice sloppy morning sex, in the shower too and a bouquet of flower with a note "To the mother of my baby."

He'd record everything on his camera roll. Each day. Your routine. Your bump. With his side cheeky commentary, "Hi me lil bunny look you're growing. Can't wait to have you in me arms. Mama's glowin'."

Would take maternity break for himself to be with you through these months.

Would gobble junk with you knowing you'd be guilty afterwards.

Would massage your feet before sleeping, fill hot water bottles, and have a whole night stand's cupboard full of your night cravings.

"How Chelsea sounds?" He'd quip from behind the baby names book, "I can't tell if you're serious." You'd blink and when his expressions remains same you'd cry. "Harry you love Chelsea boots so much doesn't mean you could name your child that!!" Then it turns into a long lecture. "Yeah, can't wait for our baby boy to be named Tom Ford cause his daddy's favourite perfume–" But he shut you up with a soft kiss and murmurs to relax.

He'd have his babies feet imprints inked on his bicep. (Sobs he'd be that kind of a dad)

Would be stoic on his descion to build all of his baby's furniture himself.

Would come up with creative ideas for baby shower.

When doctors would call him to cut the cord he'd be shivering and would probably knock his knees at the sight.

He'd be dressing up his kids in matching outfits as him. It would be super cute!!

You'd complain that he bribes his kids to drift to his side but he'd just make sure to let you know how lucky he's to have you. The person who gives him reason to live every day and his anchor.

He probably would be an embarrassing dad.

His daughter's friend's would tell her how hot he's and she'd tell him as a gossip.

He'd tease his son if he'd catch him masturbating on accident, "No worries buddy we all do it."

Ok this's the only I could think of right now. Feel free to add more with reblogs !!!! Wanna hear all of yours cause I'm bored lol.

[pseudo-possum]

One by one, I'm posting my fanfics to tumblr in no particular order... Firstly, this one...

A Night in the Woods

(Nsfw) Risotto Nero x reader

(yes, I'm bad at titles)

Warnings: NSFW, sex pollen, cum, smut

You fidget with your hands in your lap, trying not to bite your lip. You breathe deep, making a futile attempt to control the heavy breaths you can't help but let out. There's a fire in the pit of your stomach, burning throughout your entire body. Every inch of you is hypersensitive, your clothing feels too hot and heavy, the pressure of your tight panties only making the arousal burn brighter. You look down at the small wet patch on your crotch, and then quickly up at Riso in the driver's seat. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel. His eyes are intently fixed on the road. You dare to look down and have to bite back a low moan as you see the bulge in his pants, tip of his cock leaking a dark stain on the fabric. 

You cross your legs, trying desperately to ignore the burning arousal. Big mistake. You yelp at the intensified sensation, trying desperately to uncross your legs, but your uncoordinated movements catch your shoe under the dash, trapping you. You struggle, the movement only adding more friction. You can't help but moan a bit. Risotto looks at you, a short, pained glance before poignantly staring back at the road. You manage to get your legs uncrossed, spreading them far apart to minimize friction. You see that the wet patch has bloomed to twice its size. It's very noticeable. "You're feeling it too…" he nods, not looking at you, hands somehow gripping the wheel tighter. "The enemy stand… you got hit…" he nods again. "So why don't we…" this isn't the first time you've thought of him this way, but now, every iota of lust you held for your handsome capo is turned up to eleven. 

"I wouldn't want to… take advantage of you… in this state…" god, Risotto wished he could touch you. He'd been desperately in love with you since the day you'd saved his life six months ago. He'd always been too afraid to approach you romantically, worried he'd ruin your professional relationship. 

"Please… it… it burns… I need you Riso…" these words send a chill down his back. The desperation in your voice, the use of the pet name, oh god everything. 

"Are… are you absolutely sure you want this?" He hesitates. 

"Yes… please please please… why don't we consider it… a part of the mission… to recover from an enemy stand… ok?" He looks at you for a long time, before nodding slowly and pulling the car down a dark side road. 

"If you need to stop… just tell me… ok?" He says as he pulls over on the side of the road. You immediately take off your seatbelt, climbing over the seats to lay in the back. You shimmy out of your pants, kicking your shoes off before he even opens his door. You lay, spread out on the seat, every inch of you burning as he opens the back door. Instead of getting in, as you expected, he pulls you to the edge of the seat, taking your underwear in both hands, he tears them in two, exposing you to him. His eyes glaze over a bit as he sees just how wet you really are. 

"Please just put it in me!" You beg, interrupting his reverie. 

"I need to prep you…" he counters, beginning to lick some of your slick off your thigh. Shudders of pleasure course through your body. 

"But I'm so wet… please…" the arousal is more painful than ever. You need to be touched. You feel that if you don't get the attention you so crave, you might die of lust. 

"If I don't prep you I might hurt you… I'll try to make it quick… I want to be in you just as badly." Without further hesitation, he buries his face between your thighs, eliciting a choked moan of absolute bliss. His tongue feels like sweet relief after so long. He inserts a finger into your desperate cunt, then another. They go in easy, and you moan and flex around them, trying desperately to pull them in deeper. He sucks at your clit, and you feel like you're close to an orgasm already, but nothing comes. It feels so good, but it isn't enough. You whine and beg for him to take you. 

When a third finger slides in easily, Risotto decides that you probably don't need as much preparation as he thought. His erection throbs painfully. With a growl, he pulls away his fingers, eliciting a squeal from you. He lifts your hips up, unzipping his pants and freeing his erection. That's when he sees it, a light around the corner. Headlights. Thinking quickly, he shoves you into the backseat, diving on top of you, pulling both your legs in, and slamming the door with metallica. 

You don't see the car until after he's on top of you, well muscled arms enveloping you, his chest against your too tight shirt, leaking erection pressed against your inner thigh. He pulls you into a desperate kiss as the car passes. "It's too cramped in here. We're going to the woods." It isn't a question. Once the car is out of sight, he gets out of the car, pulling you out by the legs and throwing you over his shoulder. You go limp in a blissed out haze. Being manhandled like this turns you on so fucking much. He leaps over the ditch, impact of his landing sending shocks of pleasure through your body that make you leak more of your juices onto your thighs. 

Risotto gently lays you down on the soft moss of the forest floor. He's on you at once, licking and sucking your neck, kissing you, telling you you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Every touch leaves you wanting more, his mouth is so intoxicating. You let out a choked moan as he tears open your shirt and bra, and the night air washes over your chest, cooling your burning skin. He descends upon your chest, licking and sucking your nipples and breasts. Impatience gets the better of him though, and he pulls away, taking his cock in his hand. You feel your mouth fall open at the sight of it. It's even larger than you expected. He strokes his massive length, looking down at you. "Are you sure you want me?" He asks softly. You nod frantically, a burning physical desperation telling you that you NEED him. 

He picks up your hips, pulling your legs around him as he lines up with your soaked entrance. He slides in surprisingly easy, your inner muscles pulling him in deeper. You let out an almost shamefully loud moan, clapping a hand over your mouth. He groans a bit as he penetrates you, filling you slowly, though you want so desperately for him to fuck you into the dirt. Every inch of him fills you so divinely you want to scream. He presses in all the way, stretching you out completely, but there's no pain. He lets out a little gasp. You look down, seeing the cause. There's a slight bulge in your stomach, from where he's so deep inside you. 

"Are you sure you're ok?" Risotto breathes heavily as he stares at the bulge he's created. Your response is enthusiastic, but incoherent as you writhe on the ground beneath him, begging to be fucked. He leans in to kiss you, beginning to rock his hips against yours, whole body shaking from the strain of not pounding into you with everything he has. You're gripping him so tightly he can't think straight, but his will is stronger than his urges, and he knows he'd never forgive himself if he hurt you. 

"Please fuck me harder!" You beg, grabbing at the straps criss crossing his chest, nails catching his flesh oh so briefly, his oversensitive body shuddering at the pleasure pain. He begins to go harder, marvelling at how you respond, slick soaking his pants, mouth agape in sheer, unadulterated pleasure. He accidentally goes harder than he wanted to on one particular thrust, watching you for any sign of pain, but you only cry out, begging him to let go, to fuck you into the dirt. He complies, giving in to the stand that Haze's his mind. Speeding up feels so good, he moans, sweat beginning to run down his face as the heat of an orgasm builds within him. 

Oh god, the feeling of your insides being pummeled is better than anything you've ever felt. Each thrust sends electric fire surging through your veins, making you tighten around him further and further. You can feel every vein on his engorged member pulse within you, his finger finding your clit as you rocket towards an earth shattering orgasm. You come around him, body tensing, twitching, gripping him tight like a vice. 

You're so fucking tight. Risotto can feel his own orgasm swiftly approaching. He redoubles his efforts, pounding you harder through your orgasm. A thin strand of rational thought enters his mind. Birth control. Are you on birth control? He doesn't know. He feels his orgasm begin to wash over him, and, despite how much it pains him to pull out, he does, covering you in a hot, pressurized spurt of stick white. He looks down at the shocked expression on your face. "Sorry… I didn't know if you were on the pill…" he says. And even as he says it, he notices, he's still hard. The painful need is filling him again.

"I don't care! Fucking breed me!" He can tell by the desperation in your voice that you're feeling it too. Your words awaken something primal in him, something that doesn't obey thought or reason. He pushes inside you again, fucking you harder than ever. He loves the way you writhe and moan under him, your body taking him so well. 

Both of your orgasms come quicker this time, somehow, even more intense than the last. He finishes inside you this time, and again, and again, a total of 6 times before he collapses, exhausted onto you. You're practically numb from pleasure as he rolls over onto his back, pulling off his coat and dragging your limp form onto his chest. He covers the two of you in his jacket, and you fall asleep there, safe and warm on his chest. 

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You wake up feeling sore. You're thirsty, sticky, and there's a dull ache in the pit of your stomach. You look up at the face of your capo, memories of the night before flooding your mind. You blush hard, feeling something sticky between your thighs. You stare at him, pale eyelashes catching the light of the sun. He looks so handsome when he's sleeping. You've never seen him so peaceful before. 

He stirs, eyes opening slowly. There's a look there that you've seen before, but never recognized. It's a deep affection that he's always had for you, a love that goes beyond a professional respect and delves into something deeper. He plants a kiss on your forehead. 

You look up, the sun is high overhead. Oh no! The team! They haven't heard from you since before the stand! You express your concerns to Risotto, who simply says "Fuck." You try to get up, but your legs won't support you. You collapse back onto his chest, looking down at the imprint in the dirt where he dicked you down the night prior. "I'm gonna get your pants from the car. Stay here." He says, groaning as he gets up, leaving you with his coat. You look down at yourself, realizing what a .ess you look. Your shirt is buttonless and covered in dirt and semen, there's cum in your hair and on your face, not to mention the mess between your legs. You need a shower and a change of clothes before you face the team. 

Risotto returns with your pants, a stack of napkins, and a water canteen. You get cleaned up as much as possible, stuffing a napkin into your pants to catch the cum that's still steadily dripping out of you. You drink half the water before he helps you back to the car. He drives while you answer all of the missed calls and texts. You say that there were complications with an enemy stand that delayed you. Which isn't far from the truth. 

That truth, however, can't be hidden from your teammates. "YES!" Melone shouts. "YOU OWE ME $20 FORMAGGIO! I KNEW THEY WERE HOOKING UP." he's silenced by a glare from Risotto as he carries you upstairs for a nice hot bath. 

[tavern-aa]

Hello! Um wondering if I could ask for a OHSHC Hikaru x short male where Hikaru want to ask reader out but all his host “tactics” don’t seem to work.

Hikaru Hitachiin: Tactics

A/N: leviathan. Of course, don’t be afraid to ask! This is so pure and I love it so much. I love OHSHC so thank you for requesting!! 

Warnings: excessive fluff 

X Short Male Reader

Word Count: 2k

“Welcome~”

The Ouran host club was open for business, much like everyday, and the king was gliding around the room, dazzling the costumers. The hosts seemed to be in high spirits, there was no particular reason as to why, that day just seemed to bring a certain happiness to everyone. Well, almost everyone. Hikaru let out another disdainful sigh as he sat on the windowsill, watching crowds of students below mingle.

He didn’t get it, why wasn’t it working. His charms had never failed him before, well except with Haruhi, but that was different. Sure he had liked her once upon a time, but...this, it felt like his heart was breaking every time he was shut down. Hikaru didn’t think the boy was doing it on purpose, he probably didn’t even understand that Hikaru liked him. Y/N wasn’t just a game for him, he wasn’t a toy like everyone else. He was special, he was beautiful, and he was going to be his.

“Um, excuse me? Hikaru? Are you okay? We brought you some cake if you’d like? It’s strange when you’re not happy and playing with Kaoru,” one of his guests questioned, approaching as if he were a wounded animal ready to strike. He glanced over at her before letting another sigh slip from his lips. His face then broke out in a grin as he made his way over to Kaoru.

“I’m sorry, ladies. I didn’t mean to be so depressing during our time together, let me make it up to you!”

The guests squealed after his sentence, watching in awe as he turned his brothers gaze to face his own. Their look of pure love cause a few girls to faint from happiness. Truth be told, the girls disgusted Hikaru. They were so loud and obnoxious, all they wanted was to see him and his brothers “forbidden love.” What a load of crap. He couldn’t wait for club hours to finish for the day.

Once club hours ended Hikaru reclaimed his spot at the window. He knew he had to make Y/N his but he wasn’t sure how. He knew he couldn’t rely on Kaoru for this, if he wanted Y/N to like him he knew he would have to flirt on his own. But, none of his usual methods were working; was Y/N just not into him? He quickly shook his head, no he couldn’t think like that. Maybe he just wasn’t being clear enough. That had to be it! Hikaru started to feel his spirits lift. Starting tomorrow he was going to woo Y/N for sure. 

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Y/N made his way towards his class the next day, eyes downcast as not to draw attention to himself. His thoughts always trailed back to one thing, what’s for dinner tonight. He entered the classroom with that thought on his mind, not noticing the lone orange haired twin seated at Y/N’s desk. Looking up to set his bag down, he finally recognized that there was someone in his seat. 

“Huh?”

The short boy was so confused; did the seating arrangement change? Wait, was Hikaru even in this class? No, he wasn’t, Hikaru is in class A, Y/N is in class B...what’s this guy even doing here? Maybe Y/N was in the wrong room? It’s possible, he wasn’t exactly looking where he was going, maybe he stepped into the wrong classroom?

Y/N’s thoughts were interrupted by an arm being slung over his shoulder.

“Hey there, chibi-chan~”

What is happening? Why is he here? Why’s he touching me?

All these thoughts raced through the boy’s head before Hikaru cleared his throat, once again interrupting Y/N’s thoughts.

“You come here often?”

What the hell, Hikaru, is that the best you’ve got? Hikaru forced a cheesy grin, looking down at the shorter boy.

“Uh? Yes? I mean...it’s my classroom. Aren’t you in the wrong room, Hikaru-kun?”

“I-uh...I just-uh, nothing!”Hikaru quickly retracted his arm from around Y/N’s shoulders, a frown now settling on his lips, "doesn’t even matter, you’re too plain to understand anyways.”

“Um...okay?”

Y/N sat in his chair, watching in confusion as Hikaru visibly turned more upset.

Was Hikaru just not good enough? Was Y/N just playing dumb to get him to leave him alone? Why wasn’t anything working? A type of panic settled in Hikaru’s chest as he thought of the possiblity that maybe, Y/N just didn’t like him. He never reacted to any of his lines and always seemed so uncomfortable around him. Maybe...maybe Y/N didn’t like him.

As that thought hit him, class B’s teacher walked in, immediately spotting him seeing as he was not one of her students. 

“Hitachiin-kun, could you please go to your own classroom?” she asked politely, not wanting to potentially piss off an rich heir. 

Hikaru scowled and turned on his heel facing away from Y/N, "didn’t wanna be here anyways. Hmph!” Then like a toddler, he stormed out of the classroom in anger and sadness.

Y/N was left at his desk, staring at the empty doorway Hikaru had left through.

“What...What just happened?” he whispered to himself. 

Meanwhile, Hikaru made his way down the hall, his entire demeanor screamed depressed. As he passed people, there were sure that he was in fact growing mushrooms out of his body.

In a sudden movement, he stopped, his face holding a new found determination. He would talk to Y/N after school, no he was going to confess! Yes! He was so tired of messing up and Y/N not getting his feelings, it was time to confess!

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After the school day had ended, Hikaru busted his ass to get to the host club. Throwing open the doors panting, he doubled over, exhausted. Kaoru, walking up beside him calmly, frowned placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Hikaru? What’s gotten into you? I could barely keep up!”

“I’m not coming to club today, I have something very important to take care of!”

After his exclamation, he once again ran off, tearing down the halls of the school in search of the short boy plaguing his thoughts.

Tamaki pouted, "If we don’t have our twin package...then what’s the point of club today? Let’s follow him and see what that shady twin is up to!” Kaoru rolled his eyes at the name but crossed his arms and nodded in agreement anyways.

The host club quickly followed Hikaru out of the room, though they didn’t really get the idea of covertly following him. They watched as Hikaru burst into a classroom, then slouch dejectedly before shaking his head in determination. He then ran down the hall towards the official club rooms.

Hikaru burst into the ____ club, searching for the short boy.

“Oh, sorry, excuse me! Does anyone here know where L/N-San is?”

“Uh...yeah? He just went to the roof to get some supplies from the shed. Would you like to wait for him here?”

“No, thank you! I’ll be on my way then!”

After that he slammed the door are tore off running to the staircase leading to the roof.

“Okay, then?”

The host’s meanwhile were whispering among themselves.

“Who’s L/N-San?”

“Isn’t he that short guy in class 1-B?”

“L/N, Y/N. First year here at ouran academy. His mother and father are of the L/N group. They are not as prominent a family as ours are but they still hold a high standing. His grades are average as are his looks, the one thing that is striking about him is his height. It seems that he is below average height at around 154cm (5’0”),” Kyoya explained, looking up from his black book afterwards, a glint shining off his glasses.

“So he’s completely average, except for his height, what does that have to do with Hikaru?”

“It seems to me...if I may, that Hitachiin-kun might have a crush on him,” a voice spoke from behind the hosts, startling them from the huddle. A first year girl stood at the door to Y/N’s club, "he comes to our class almost every day to talk to Y/N...he tried to use his hosting tactics or whatever on him, but Y/N is kind of dense...so he doesn’t really notice. But Hitachiin-kun hasn’t given up yet. It seems to me that he’s gone to confess to him...but that’s just a theory.”

The hosts thanked the girl before making their way to the roof where they froze when they saw Hikaru standing in front of a small yet relatively cute boy.

“Hey there, shorty.”

Y/N tensed, turning to look at the taller boy behind him.

“Hitachiin-kun, how can I help you?”

“I was looking for you,” Hikaru breathed. It was then that Y/N seemed to notice how out of breath Hikaru actually was.

“Uh, have you been running?”

“No! That-that’s not important! Don’t be dumb!”

Y/N flinched, frowning causing Hikaru to grimace.

“Ah wait, no, I didn’t mean that-“

“Why are you always so mean to me?” Tears started to well up in the shorter boys eyes cause Hikaru to flinch. Y/N reached up, wiping the wettness away from his eyes, "I don’t get it, all I’ve ever been to you is nice, yet you call me names all the time and harass me in my class room! If you came here to bully me then just leave! I’m sick of it!”

Tamaki frowned as he watched from the doorway alongside the other hosts, "I can’t believe he made him cry, what kind of host makes their love interest cry!” He moved to jump out and yell at the orange haired twin before he was grabbed by both Haruhi and Kaoru.

“Just let it play out boss,” Kaoru reasoned, watching his brother intently.

“Y/N...I-“

“No!” The short boy cut him off, "just leave me alone.” He then turned away from Hikaru, going back to the storage shed to get his supplies.

“Y/N-Kun, listen to me, please. You don’t even have to listen, just let me say this...I’m sorry for everything I’ve said to you. I know you might hate me for the things I say, I really don’t mean anything rude by it. I just...I have a hard time expressing myself, you know? It’s always been just me and Kaoru, so when I realized that I have feelings that might bring someone else into that mix, I got nervous and said stupid things. Irrational things. I was trying to be like suave or whatever but I just ended up making things worse. I was really just trying to flirt with you honestly, I-“

“Wait...flirting with me? Hold on, stop right there,” Y/N put a hand up, facing Hikaru once more. Thousands of thoughts and questions started racing through his head all at once, "a-are you saying that you like me?”

“W-well...uh, I mean, I-uh...”

Y/N started to giggle through his tears, wiping their face again before bursting into a fit of laughter. Hikaru last face showed a look of mild embarrassment as well as sadness, almost betrayal as the boy continued to laugh.

“So you’re telling me this whole time, you’ve been trying to flirt with me? I-wow, okay, I guess I really am oblivious, heh. I’m sorry Hikaru-kun for not noticing...I really thought you were trying to bully me.”

“I-so, okay, you get it now though, right? So, uh...no, I mean, do you...um, do you like me back?” Hikaru’s face was the color of a tomato as he rambled through his sentence, one of his hands coming to cover his mouth in embarrassment.

“You’re so dumb, Hikaru-kun,” Y/N answered and pulled him down in an attempt to kiss him. Instead he only reached Hikaru’s chin leading to an awkward peck to his under chin. This caused Y/N’s face to explode in color, embarassed about his height and the kiss itself.

“So...I’m gonna take that as a yes, then?”

“Yes, Hikaru...it’s a yes, I do like you...I do have a request though...”

“Anything!”

“Can you stop calling me short? It hurts my feelings.”

“Of course, chibi-chan~” Hikaru cooed at his now lover. Y/N pouted, lightly punching Hikaru’s arm.

“WOO! WAY TO GO HIKARU!” Tamaki shouted from the door. The two boy’s heads whipped to see who’s voice it was before Hikaru started to speed walk angrily away from Y/N towards the other hosts.

“I’ll give you three seconds to explain...”

Meanwhile, Y/N once again wears his normal expression of complete and absolute confusion.