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scribbling-dragon · 2 years

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hello i am utterly obsessed with your mer scott au (as you know) and i heard you were taking requests - maybe something about being kissed to shut someone up?

you look better when you're quiet

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Scott doesn't think. Scott likes to tell himself that he thinks all of his actions through, likes to boast that every plan he’s successfully pulled off has been because of extensive planning, rather than just luck of the draw. Scott is also a filthy liar- because he hardly ever thinks his actions through, and when he does, it’s normally for no more than a few minutes. Thinking any longer than that would put him off of whatever idea he’s had, and normally he only has a few moments to enact it anyway.

He grabs Martyn’s face with his hand, pulling the other man around to face him. Martyn allows himself to be pulled, words trailing off as he meets Scott’s eyes. Martyn smiles at him then, a little nervously, as though just realising that he might have, just maybe, said a little bit more than he meant to.

“You have something on your face, dear.” Scott says.

(ao3 link)

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i am. almost embarrassed by this im ngl. but i refuse to be really embarrassed! even if the kiss scene made me embarrassed dsjhdj

Scott is rather good at keeping secrets, if he does say so himself. The mysterious personality was specially curated to make him more interesting- everyone loves a guy with a mysterious past, right? And it’s much more fun to watch people try to figure him out than spill all his secrets the moment they show him some basic human decency.

As such, he is used to keeping secrets, and finding out other people’s secrets- those are leagues more valuable than any secrets of his own. A secret, applied in the right place at the right moment can put just enough pressure on someone to sway their decision in his favour. And a few secrets are always bound to crop up around the games.

Point being: Scott is good at keeping secrets. And he is very, very quickly finding out that his teammate is…not.

Case in point, being their current situation.

“You two are looking…pretty green around the gills still.” Joel snickers as he says this, probably rather pleased with his play on words. Really, it’s only a little funny, and only because of the irony of what he’s saying.

Martyn casts a short glance at him from the corner of his eye, lips twitching up. No doubt, he’s thinking the same thing that Scott is.

“Oh, certainly.” Martyn nods sagely, as though he’s imparting some great wisdom onto Joel and Jimmy, and not just stating the obvious. “We’ve both got a pretty decent amount of time left, too, haven't we?”

He feels his jaw tense involuntarily at Martyn’s words, refusing to look at his teammate as Joel raises an eyebrow in question. Jimmy continues to stand a foot behind Joel, arms crossed, as though attempting to make himself look more intimidating. At best, he looks like a ruffled chick- no more intimidating than a bit of tumbleweed.

“Really?” Joel’s sunglasses slip a little further down his face, yellow eyes peering at them from behind the glasses. Really, Scott thinks Jimmy is the only one that knows how to wear sunglasses properly- seeing as Grian refuses to wear them on his face at all, and Joel insists on wearing them far too low. Surely it must be uncomfortable to have them slip so low that they're pinching on your nose, right?

Joel doesn't seem to care, if that’s the case, bringing a hand up to rest on the arm of his sunglasses, tilting them down further. Really, they're only covering his lips now, eyes fully exposed, glinting an even brighter yellow in the midday sun.

“Your glasses low enough on your face Joel?” He asks, interrupting whatever the other man was about to say. “I can almost see your chin still.”

“Shut up, Scott.” Joel shoots back, though it has no real heat behind it. They're on rather friendly terms with the…bad boys right now, and he doubts that they want to turn a few more people against them- especially as he’s pretty certain they're actually the only people tolerating them right now. He has not missed the way both Tango and Impulse have been staring at them from their base for ten solid minutes now. He doesn't think either of the bad boys have noticed yet, so he doesn't point it out.

“I can kick you off this island right now,” he points out. He takes a step forward, considering how much trouble he would land him and Martyn in if he shoved Joel into the water- the man is practically asking for it, okay! He’s stood right by the edge, staring at him over his dumb sunglasses; he’s basically asking for a dip! “Watch yourself, bad boy.”

“Now, now, Scott,” Martyn pats him on the shoulder. “There’s no need to tease them over their name.”

Scott knows that’s a lie, even without turning to Martyn and seeing the amusement twinkling in his eyes. His eyes are the only giveaway, and it really is a good thing that Scott is good at keeping secrets- good at not spilling everything just for his own amusement, because he can remember several of the iterations of the bad boys’ name that Martyn came up with last night.

“There’s nothing to mock about our name.” Joel crosses his arms, leaving his sunglasses hanging onto his face, just barely. Jimmy nods behind him, sunglasses glinting in the sunlight. “We’re the bad boys.”

Scott is also impressed that all three of them are able to say the name without breaking. Personally, if he had a name like that he would laugh every time he was forced to say it. But each to their own, he supposes.

“Yeah.” Jimmy chimes in. He’s like…the world’s most un-threatening bodyguard. His wings are all puffed up behind him, though it does little to hide how small they are. “We’re not for laughing at.”

“And you two are still green,” Joel points out. “How many hours do you even have?”

Scott should have seen this coming, really, should have seen how easily this conversation could have turned in a bad direction. He should have known that Martyn would open his mouth, and, with all his usual cheeriness that is actually endearing on a normal day, would ruin it all.

“Oh, I haven't got nearly as many hours as Scott has.”

He doesn't give himself whiplash turning to glare at Martyn, but it’s a near thing. He attempts to telepathically communicate to Martyn that he should be shutting the hell up right now. Martyn obviously doesn't hear him, because he opens his mouth again. Scott can hear Joel giggling, obviously finding something absolutely hilarious.

“Oh, really?” Joel asks, still giggling. It sounds like he’s hiccuping when he tries to smother them a moment later.

“Yeah, yeah,” Martyn nods, “he’s got like-”

“You have something on your face, dear.” Scott says. His brain is running on nothing- it’s sprinting away from him, he thinks, actually. He doesn't pause in his actions though, he’s far too deep to back out now- and his mother didn't raise no bitch. His mother raised someone that saw things through, no matter how ridiculous or convoluted they got. And by god he is not going to let this moment be the one that ruins that for him.

He swipes his thumb over Martyn’s face, watching the way Martyn’s eyes widen. The edge of his thumb brushes against Martyn’s lips- they're close enough now that he could very easily close the distance between them and kiss him. Martyn’s eyes are very obviously asking for it, even as red rises on his cheeks. Scott grins down at him, allowing his touch to linger for a moment before pulling back.

He turns back to Joel and Jimmy. Joel’s sunglasses are moments away from slipping off his nose, and his eyes are rather wide, flicking between him and Martyn. He smiles at them, tilting his head slightly to the side.

“I thought you two were just leaving?” He says.

“I- yeah, yes!” Joel takes a step back, hand reaching out for Jimmy’s arm. “Uh, yeah, we’re just going now! Don't worry, we won't stick around, uh- sorry for intruding?” It’s not often that someone manages to render Joel speechless, so Scott allows himself to enjoy the moment, watching the two bad boys practically sprint back to the mainland, away from their little island.

When he glances over at the TIES base as well, both Tango and Impulse are missing from the tower, no longer watching.

“That was easier than expected.” He muses, watching as the flash of yellow that is Jimmy’s wings disappears into the shadowed forest. “I thought I would actually have to kiss you to make them leave.”

He glances over at Martyn from the corner of his eye, still grinning. Martyn is standing in the position Scott left him, the only difference is that his eyes are now cast to the ground, though they are still wide and staring, and one of his hands is pressed to his cheek.

Scott leaves him there, pushing through the gate and into their small storage area. He had just returned from a small material gathering trip before Jimmy and Joel decided to make an appearance and his bag is still laden down with several different materials.

He occupies himself with putting them away, sorting them neatly so they don't have to rifle through the chests to find whatever it is that they want. Unorganised chest systems are just so inefficient, really. And the time he takes while sorting out the various items gives Martyn just a little bit longer to regain his wits and scrape together whatever shreds of his dignity he has left.

His ears pick up the soft sound of creaking wood, no doubt Martyn is attempting to be as quiet as possible and failing rather unfortunately as he fails to take Scott’s better than average hearing into account.

Scott keeps his back turned to Martyn. Perhaps he should allow him this small win, after embarrassing him in front of both Joel and Jimmy so thoroughly. He hasn't checked his comm recently, but it has been vibrating. And Joel is much worse at keeping secrets than even Martyn, so it’s probably all over the server by now.

Good. Maybe people will stop bothering them now.

Scott turns only when Martyn is directly behind him, leaning back on the chest and grinning up at Martyn. Martyn grins back at him, though it is a little sharper than usual. “You're just going to leave me like that?” Martyn asks, leaning a little closer. Scott can feel his breath on his face. The scales around his eyes are just that little bit more sensitive to it, and he shivers.

“Like what?” He asks. “Standing around, like a gaping, lovesick fool?”

Martyn laughs, eyes squinting shut as he drops his head, shoulders shaking. Scott smiles at him, leaning a little further forward, pressing the both of them a little closer together. Martyn stops laughing a moment later, looking up. His eyes widen as he realises how close they've become.

Martyn’s eyes drift down, to his lips, and Scott grins. “See something you like?” He asks, even though he feels a bit breathless, a bit giddy with anticipation. Martyn’s eyes flick back up to his own, the green almost startling with how bright it is.

Scott stands from the chest, pulling himself up. He steps forward, and Martyn steps back, still grinning. He matches him, step for step, until Martyn’s back hits the wall on the other side of the small room.

He’s grinning, can feel it, and Martyn is grinning too- he can see it, a grin that teases him with a challenge that only his eyes can communicate. He presses Martyn up against the wall, one hand flat against his chest, and he leans in.

Martyn kisses him back eagerly, pressing forward, hands coming up, searching, clinging, pulling at his hair as they tangle themselves into it. Scott allows himself to be pulled forward- to be drawn deeper into the kiss, even as his lungs begin to burn. He doesn't mind, he finds he enjoys the burn.

Martyn pulls back first, lips red as he stares at him, eyes flicking down to Scott’s lips first, then back up to his eyes. One of his hands is still tangled in Scott’s hair, the other one cupped around his neck, keeping him close.

Scott finds himself panting, just slightly, leaning forward to press their heads together, grinning down at Martyn as they both regain their breath. Martyn doesn't say a word, simply staring at Scott, his eyes a little wider than normal and slightly hazed over.

Scott laughs, and Martyn’s eyes narrow a little. “You look better when you're quiet,” he teases. He can feel Martyn’s breaths, the way the heat spreads over his face, the rise and fall of his chest against his own. They're pressed close enough together that they could be one person.

“I guess you better keep me quiet then.” Martyn gasps out, still slightly out of breath.

Scott doesn't need any more permission than that, pressing in again, leaning closer, further in. His hands dig into Martyn’s hips- he can feel the way the other almost shudders against him at the action. He grins into the kiss, feels the way Martyn grumbles- can feel it vibrate through his chest as Martyn’s grip tightens on his hair, threatening to actually pull some of it out.

Martyn bites him a moment later.

He gasps into the kiss, eyes opening as he stares at Martyn. Martyn looks back at him, eyes heavy-lidded as he leans in again. The hand on the back of his neck slides around to cup his jaw, pulling him closer and keeping him there.

Martyn’s tongue swipes over the bite mark, soothing it slightly, before he presses himself deeper into the kiss again, stealing all the oxygen in Scott’s lungs. It’s almost enough to make him weak in the knees, and he grips at Martyn a little tighter, fingers digging into his hipbones as he clings on.

They only separate again when Scott feels as though he’s on the verge of passing out, spots dancing in his vision as he works on regaining his breath.

Martyn huffs out a little laugh, too out of breath to do anything more.

Both of them lean against each other, Martyn’s arms looped around his neck, breath ghosting over Scott’s collarbones.

“I think one of the TIES guys was watching us.” Martyn says, completely ruining the moment.

Scott groans, dropping his head to Martyn’s shoulder. “I liked it better when you weren't talking.”

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quesoquejoso · 1 year

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4, 14, 22, 27, 35, 40, 46, 54, 63, 65, 71, 73 (I'm sorry there are so many I couldn't choose)

Hello Fen!!!! thank you for asking don't apologize I love answering these kind of questions

04. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

Everywhere. Maybe while watching shows, playing games or reading books, especially when I read novels. Lately I’ve been finding so much inspiration in stories written by Latin American authors like Mariana Enríquez.

But sometimes it just… happens, like I get an idea while Im on my way to work, or while Im browsing in the supermarket or while im taking a shower. I tend to write them down but I don’t get to include everything in my stories.

14. how do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

I don’t really draw from personal experiences, is more like… I check my playlists and liked songs for one to get me in the mood, or maybe I’m writing and a song starts blasting in my head and yea. I think it has worked.

22. Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

Will never do abo kajskajs I just don’t find the appeal and I will never ever ever ever write about real people or tragedies, I think it is distasteful and red flaggish.

Also I struggle writing wholesome and fluffy stuff that don’t end in angst or tragedy kajskajs

27. What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

Editing, I think that’s where my writing can really shine. But also editing, because sometimes Im like “okk imma write a little” and I end up editing instead of progressing.

35. What is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain?

I think one of the most important aspects of writing villains is that they’re mostly manipulative little shits. Doesn’t matter the backstory or the goals, it’s about how manipulative and GOOD at it they are im sure.

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

From pinch ngl I would love to see an illustrated version of Varré saving Eleonora from drowning in the Interlude chapter.

46. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

Character-driven and that also includes their emotions and world views. I love it. Also, I’m very descriptive and think my style can sometimes be redundant.

54. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

Everything. I think fanfiction writing is as valuable as any other kind of writing because we’re creating, improving and we share! But knowing someone out there is reading and enjoying your work means a lot.

63. Something you hate to see in smut.

Just… badly written smut with repetitive actions, weird slangs for genitalia and cheesy phrases. Idk there’s too much to choose something specifically.

65. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future Project

I just want to finish Pinch. If I finish Pinch I’ll feel like I can do anything. I’ve never finished a fic before and want this to be the first. Just that.

71. When it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

I outline chapter by chapter, but I don’t really have a timeline or anything like that. I go with the flow just trying to writing it making sense kajskajs

73. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

I… honestly don’t know.

But hey I’m the only person writing elden ring fanfiction in Spanish on ao3, so yea that. I love my native language because it’s so rich and I translate because if I don’t do it, no one is going to read me, but I always post the original version of almost all my fics!

#mucho texto asjkasjkas #k answers #thank you for asking!!!

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haitaniplug · 3 years

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im bored || haitani r .

summary : ran haitani bothers you while you try to study

content warning ; vaginal fingering, smut , oral sex (female receiving) , semi public sex.

"Didn't expect to see you here y/n," you could practically hear the teasing tone in his voice as he loomed over your figure. You rolled your eyes, not going to give him any attention. He always does this. Shows up at the worst times, knowing fully well you cannot stand him.

"Whatcha' readin?" He dragged a empty chair out from next to you, the sound scraping echoed across the entire library, making the librarian whip her head around to glare at the source of the noise. You muttered a small apology to her before turning back to your book, taking notes on your notebook.

Ran didn't like the silent treatment, and he knew nothing he could say would make you open your mouth, so instead he decided to use his actions.

As you were focused on writing, he pushed the book forward, tipping it towards your body so that he could see the front page. As he tipped it, it shifted your pen on the notebook, causing you to draw an accidental line on your paper.

You inhaled sharply, trying your hardest not to scream at the man next to you. Ran smiled to himself, seeing your reaction hoping for you to finally talk to him, but instead you just closed your eyes for a few moments before reopening them and continuing your work.

So that didn't work? Ran thought, before coming up with another great idea. He placed his arm flat out on the table and rested his cheek on top of it as he faced you.

He watched your concentrated face as you wrote, eyes following the pen rapidly. You could see him from the corner of your eye, yet ignored him.

You had to finish this work today. You had procrastinated enough and wanted to spend tomorrow with your friends instead of finishing this stupid essay.

You decided to spend today at the library, collecting sources from textbooks so that when you got home, you could start on the essay immediately without distractions. Or well that was the plan, till the pain in the ass himself Ran Haitani had to show up and ruin your day.

You didn't even know when his obsession with you started. You two had messed around a few times, that was only because you were horny nothing of it.

Ever since then, he's been following you around trying to get you to fuck him again but you keep on saying no. It was a one time thing. Well that turned into a two time thing, then a third. Fourth... But you drew the line at a fifth time.

He's became more annoying than usual, since it's been a good 4 months since you two had fucked. You didn't know why he cared so much, acting like you didn't see the amount of nameless girls on his phone and messages when he left it unattended.

To be frank, he didn't know why he kept chasing you either. He just loves making you irritated because then the hate sex is worth the wait.

After a couple of minutes staring at you, he reached up and pinched your cheek. You continuted to ignore him, till it got a bit annoying so you swatted his hand away. Using your arm, you shoved him away from you and resting your elbow on the book page to keep it open.

You couldn't lose this page, you had finally seen the quote you were looking for. As you started to write down the quote, Ran reached for your sides, knowing you were ticklish there.

As if it were a sixth sense. you immediately reacted, using the hand closest to you to push him away, causing the book to close before you could finish the quote. "RAN!" You yelled out of frustration before immediately clasping your hands over your mouth, the entire library had turned to stare at you both, including the librarian who glared at the two of you.

You could tell her patience was running thin, and if you two kept misbehaving, it won't be long before you get kicked out,

"Oh, she speaks." Ran said with a smile, using his hand to cover the happy look on his face as you finally spoke to him. You glared at him before grabbing the book again, trying to remember the page you were on. "The silent treatment again?"

You finally found the page and continued writing. Ran was getting annoyed now and grabbed your pen and slapped it away from your hands, before you could say anything, he shifted under the table.

Your eyes widened. Now!? You sent him a look with your eyes and he winked before lifting up your skirt and pulling down your underwear.

"Ran- stop." You whispered, feeling your pussy rub against the cold wooden chair. It was his turn to ignore you now, grabbing your legs and tugging you forward so your bottom half was off the chair. He leaned in, licking a stripe up, causing your breath to hitch a little loudly.

It was still quiet, but the librarian was staring at you. You were lucky she hadn't been staring long enough to had seen Ran go under the table, but her eyes were on you.

You maintained eye contact with the book, trying your hardest to control your reactions to not let the librarian be even more suspicious of you two.

Reaching under the table, you grabbed onto Ran's hair. You could feel him smile against your folds as he thought you were finally getting into it, only to have you yank his hair upwards, causing him to hit his head under the table. A loud thud resonating across the library.

The librarian seemed to have had enough and made her way over to your table. You were panicking, wondering if you should leave Ran under the table and try act normal, or let Ran come out from under the table and reveal yourself.

You thought Ran would have some common sense as you tapped him under the table repeatedly to tell him that she was coming, but instead he tugged you forward even more, causing you to slip a little, your lower body was hanging off the chair giving him more access.

"Is everything okay over here?" The librarian had asked as she stood on the opposite end of the table. You were about to answer properly until you felt Ran's middle finger slip inside you so easily causing you to choke back on your words. A simple "Mhm." escaped your mouth.

"Well keep the noise down. People are trying to learn." She said before retreating back to her desk.

You thanked the Lord she didn't suspect anything going on and you had almost forgotten about Ran under the desk, until he slipped his finger out.

You had no clue what he was doing until you heard a pop sound, as if he had just removed his finger from his mouth. Rolling your eyes, you reached under the table to pull your panties back up.

Ran slipped back up from under the desk, licking his lips while staring at you and you rolled your eyes again. "You're fucking insane." A simple comment from you before tucking your chair back in so you could continue writing.

"Come to the back with me," he whispered in your ear and you shook your head. "No, I really need to study."

"Please." He pressed his face into your neck, giving you small kisses as he rubbed on your bare thigh. Ran shifted his face to see where the librarian was at, and she wasn't at her desk. So he took the oppurtunity and grabbed your jaw and kissed you deeply.

Lips moving in sync before you grabbed onto his shirt, finally melting into the kiss. But it was broken short as the librarian returned back to her seat. Ran pulled away, yawning to distract her into thinking nothing had happened before whispering to you to come to the back.

You sighed, packing up your bags and standing up. Ran was grinning from behind you as he followed you out the back of the library and into the storage cupboard.

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yinses · 4 years

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B R A N D E D

| he would make sure that everyone knew who you belonged to |

tattoo artist! sukuna ryomen

rating: t

a/n: this is going to be a three part series. it got too long because i couldn’t shut up. thank you to @teoran for beta reading !!

you should have never informed yuuji that you were thinking about getting a tattoo, because of course his first response would be hey, sukuna owns a shop. why don’t you stop there. as if you didn’t already known that. your other friend, unfortunately had not known how to be subtle about it.

its when you go to hand off your card that they gasp audibly, drawing the attention of both yourself and the woman behind the counter.

“you’re not going to ask for a discount? i mean you know the owner, right?”

she jumps back quick enough to dodge the errant elbow you throw her way.

you knew you would regret telling her.

the woman is undeterred as she take your card, looking bored with the news. “so you know sukuna, huh?” the way she said it implied that it wasn’t the first time it had been made known to her.

you had known the man long enough to know where her thoughts were going with that assumption. sukuna wasn’t only popular for his art. a shudder rolled through your body at the idea of being categorized as one of his flings.

it wasn’t as though you were intentionally shaming the women. but it was sukuna. the same guy who locked you and his younger brother out on the patio whenever he was meant to keep an eye on you. and then blamed you for hiding from him when the responsible adults got home.

in hindsight, maybe you should have chosen another location. but now your card has been charged.

you scribbled your signature on the receipt, “uh yeah, awhile now. im not requesting him or anything.”

“his appointment book is full anyway. he doesn’t take walk ins.” its not said snidely, just matter of fact. as if she was seasoned with dealing with these kind of customers.

the man of topic strides in then, carrying a few bags of take-out that he drops carelessly onto the counter. he doesn’t m look unlike any other day, a loose white sleeveless shirt with a low hanging v-neck that just invited attention to his skin. the swirls of black ink made permanent by his hand only. though that was the advantage of this field and owning your own business on top of it.

sukuna was prepared to ignore the clientele planted at front desk, until he did a double take. those vermilion eyes took you in, morphing from speculation, to shock, a pinch of awe, then back to postulation.

“what are you doing here?”

a small frown mars you face. you didn’t actually consider that perhaps sukuna wouldn’t want you here. it was one thing to know the guy, but whether you wanted to accept it or not, you weren’t just another customer. so you unsurely respond with, “getting a tattoo?”

the snort he gives isn't one of annoyance. in fact its almost comforting to see the minuscule curl of his lips until they start to part, “yeah, missing something aren’t you?”

you realize with a frown that he’s referring to his brother.

“i have other friends.”

that slow smile wides as he gives your friend a brief look of appreciation. suddenly all those years of witnessing him cart his flings around rise to the forefront of your mind. really nothing rarely changed. “ i can see that.”

his gaze cuts back to you, “what are you getting? your boyfriends name?”

you cant tell if he’s teasing, fishing or a combination of them both.

he turns to lean over the counter, arms flexing at the action and pinches the fresh design still hot from the printer. you resist the urge to shuffle in place as he inspects the image with more interest than there were lines. it was hardly all that complex, just as you intended.

sukuna finally voices his opinion, to no surprise of your own. “yeah? kind of small isn’t it?”

“its my first sukuna,” you drawl.

you realize too late that the wording isnt best around him.

“no kidding.”

he tugs a styrofoam box free from the plastic bag before gesturing to you with a tilt of his head.

“alright, lets knock it out.”

you look to the woman expecting her to complain about his pending appointments but she only returns it with a pointed look. when it came down to it, what the boss wanted goes.

right then.

turning, you address your friend who seemed more invested in watching sukuna’s departure. “are you coming?”

her gaze snaps to you and she doesn’t even bother to pretend. she shrugs, “you may not be squeamish about needles but i am.” her hand waves vaguely towards the lounge area near the coffee station and stack of assorted snacks. “i’ll come running if you scream though,” she teases as you turn down the hall.

sukuna’s voice carries from the right in guidance where you find him setting his food off to the side. the room is neat. though you don’t know what you were expecting given the health expectations lining his work. then again, you’d spent the better part of the decade watching him cart week old pizza boxes out of his room so it was hardly a baseless assumption.

aside from the desk of tools and variety of inks the only other defining feature was the wall at the back. there was no rhyme or direction to the madness. the once white wall was littered with varying penmanships and messages. almost like an autograph book. some derogatory, others genuinely thankful for his work - you think you see a few numbers too.

the cushion of the seat protests under his weight as he rolls to the center of the room. he has the stencil of your chosen art held up in expectation.

“where is this pretty little thing going?”

“oh my rib- here on the right.” you think nothing of bringing up the hem of your shirt to expose the skin just under the curve of your breast.

he almost looks impressed, though there is some doubt. he wheels closer and gives no warning as his hand palpates the area. “over the bone? that’s daring for your first tattoo, princess.”

the name was nothing new, an accompaniment to yuuji’s ‘brat’.

part of you actually grateful that its sukuna. the entire shop had good reviews but it was best known for his talent. besides, the charge was already sitting on your card.

“i can handle it.”

he’s still squinting at your side, fingers tickling at your skin.

“yeah?” he answers absently. nimble digits you didn't think had any taste for delicacy carefully peel the plastic from the stencil. he doesn’t second guess himself in the slightest before pressing it to your skin.

when he pulls away, the chair follows him as he collects a hand mirror from his desk to reflect the design back to you.

“double sure?” he’s still rallying your resolve, but there is a hint of warning to his voice as professionalism seeps in.

with a firm nod you seal the deal,” yeah.”

“aright, pin up your shirt out of the way. tuck it into your bra if you want.”

you were expecting this already, given the location you’d decided on. with sukuna that action comes effortlessly without thought. it was no different than the times he’d seen you in your bathing suit, your brain reasoned. at least you still had your pants this time.

sukuna rests back into a lean against his small desk. absently you note that his eyes haven't left you once since you’d entered the room.

“eager little thing aren't you?”

but its sukuna.

you shrug.“ i guess. kind of been saving up for this one.”

the noise he makes is non-committal as he nods to the angled chair.

without your shirt there was no barrier between yourself and the leather. you expected the cold chill but the lack of stickiness kind of surprised you. once again you were reminded of the indisputable list of reviews at your fingertips.

sukuna goes about collecting the materials to disinfect your skin, angling the bottle and cotton over the trash can to catch the excess drops. satisfied with the saturation, he slides back.

you try to absorb the brief shock you feel when he applies the alcohol to your skin. it was hardly a substitute for actual bracing to come but it was good practice. when you look up, you catch his gaze again.

he’d been more observant in these last few minutes than you could ever recall sukuna caring before. maybe it was the job. though the thought of him excelling at customer service has you fighting a snort.

“cold,” you supply and he gives another grunt.

he chucks the cotton ball into the trash with all the efficiency of a man who has made a sport out of it and probably keeps score.

deciding on a solid color eliminated the need for him to break away to change shades, eliminating any surplus time keeping you in this chair.

a gloved hand braces your side, pinching the skin, while the other holding the gun rests against your sternum. when the motor starts you take a careful breath in. sukuna’s eyes raise at the sound.

“not nervous?”

you blink, expecting him to just get to it.

“uh, not really? i’ve never really been afraid of needles.”

he pauses. just when you part your lips to ask what wrong the buzzing starts.

its impossible not to tense at the first bite of the needle. but you fight the urge to jerk. it stings. the vibration of the motor is uncomfortable against your ribcage but it's not unbearable. you certainly wouldn't cry.

sukuna seems to notice it as well.

“not going to lie thought you’d be more of a cry baby? weren't you the one sobbing after you stubbed your toe.”

you latch onto the idle chatter even if it's a jibe.

“i was eleven and i sprained that toe.”

he gives you a quick glance. “sure, princess. completely called for the waterworks.”

you snort. “yeah well it made me stronger. im barely affected today.”

your words are followed by a shift of his hand as it turns to follow a line, the movement pressing firmly against the underside of your breast. you're too attentive to the needle pinching at your skin to take notice.

but sukuna does, eyes narrowing without your awareness.

“yeah, i can see that.”

rather than closing your eyes to block out the pain, you find a more comforting distraction in tracing the lines of his tattoos with your gaze. you can hardly make out the first tattoo he’d gotten at the age of seventeen after forging his parents signature.

the abstract design had now branched out, interlocking with new styles to map out the formation of a sleeve. it was almost like his own branded language. a dialect of bold shapes and bands. you’d never thought to actually ask what his tattoos meant. nor did you expect an honest answer.

sukuna works rather quickly and efficiently while your mind wandered. even if he hadn’t squeezed you in during his lunch break this felt like the usual pace for him. he looked so in the zone as he followed the pre-made lines to perfection.

you weren’t the model customer, still having your brief moments of weakness but he rolled with the interruptions better than you expected. sukuna was brash growing up and didn’t tolerate nonsensical people. you’d had your fair share of opportunities to be chewed out by him.

and earned a reasonable amount of them, though your returning attitude said otherwise.

but this sukuna was softer, if you could put it like that. he knew the right time to give you breaks but didn’t let your nerves settle too much. when he wasn’t adding a layer to permanency to your skin, an errant finger would smooth over the swelling flesh.

more than once you heard him throw out a quiet good girl. that you knew was meant to be encouraging but it came with additional implications that tickled your skin.

he tells you that you should be grateful that the artwork doesn’t need any shading. that it was never a good fit for beginners.

your chest expands the furthest it had in the last half hour when he finally rolls back.

“alright, princess, go ahead and take a look.”

you take the offered mirror again and angle it to take in the fresh piece. the reflection you get back is- amazing. you’d been so concentrated?? on micromanaging the pain that you failed to take in the little details he’d added along with the original design.

as if reading your thoughts, he snorts. “it's not my art if i don't leave my mark. you can tell me it looks good you know.”

if you didn't know any better, you’d say he was authentic in his attempt to bait your approval.

and you had no reason not to provide.

your legs are a little shaky but you manage to balance yourself before brining the eldest itadori into a hug. sukuna goes stiff for a moment before returning the embrace and doesn’t resist when you press your face into his shoulder. there’s an awkward pat before they release each other from the hold.

sukuna .. before he’s shrugging you off.

“god, what a noob. at least let me cover it up. you’re going to irritate the skin.”

when he turns back to rummage through his desk you note the hint of a flush creeping up his nape. you know better than to mention it, instead just smiling at his back.

there is a scowl on his face as he applies the cotton square to your skin and tapes it in place.

“please do not itch this shit. i don’t care if you feel like your skin is going to fall off.”

he presses a small tube of antibiotic into your hand.

“and apply this daily. you don't need it drying out. “

you’re grateful for the little slip of printed instructions that follow. you were able to remember the sensible directions but it couldn't hurt to have additional guidance when you started to question the progress.

“oh and no sex.”

that was definitely not on the list.

sukuna raises a brow in all seriousness. “what? if you get your blood pumping too much.”

you call him on his bullshit,” this small? hardly. “

he raises his hands in mock surrender. “alright, try it yourself if you want. i charge for touch ups though.”

the two of you size each other up. just like old times.

with a sigh you relent, “fine, no sex.”

“good, see me in two weeks.”

his words stop you short. it wasn’t as if you needed anything added and he wasn’t a physician checking on your progress. if anything, you would only revisit your artist if there was a problem.

“what for?”

the dawning grin would follow you for the next fourteen days.

“to make sure you didn’t have sex.”

#sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna blessings #sukuna ryomen

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tteokdoroki · 4 years

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“Say it again.” Everything stopped as a heavy, scarred, hand rested against your throat. Barely applying pressure but the look in his eyes was enough alone to make you tremble. “Say. It. Now, Princess.” It wasn’t a warning, more a threat.

“F-fuck me..” your voice was soft and trembling. A deep, annoyed sigh reached your ears, the pressure around your neck increasing, along with new pressure against your heat. Katsuki had pushed his knee against your clothed cunt.

“Last chance. Say it again or I’m going home.” His voice was gravelly and low, but there was a cocky tone beneath it all, it was unmistakeable. One he held all his life, like he was better than everyone else and frankly.. It’s true. At least here and now.

“Bakug-“ the low growl he let out cut you off. “Okay! Okay! Please fuck me, Dynamight! Please!” Your back arched off the bed slightly when his knee dug harder against you, a broken moan echoing through the room. In a flash, you were face down on the mattress, being basically manhandled as Katsuki yanked you by your hips onto your knees, hand that was once around your throat now fumbling with his belt buckle.

“That’s right, I knew you’d do it. Is this what you wanted, brat? How long have you fantasized about me rescuing your sorry ass and then using your body to make up for the time and effort? How long have you wanted the number 2,” you caught the slightly bitter tone on 2. “To fuck you senseless?” When you didn’t answer beyond a meek little squeak, he grabbed you by the root of your hair, pulling you up by said grip. “I’m getting tired of you playing coy. When I ask you a question, you answer.” He pulled you up a little more, his legs pinning yours while his other hand wrapped around to fondle your breasts.

He held you right against his chest, chin in your neck after he pulled his hand from your hair, sliding it to your jaw and using that as leverage now. He nipped at your earlobe before sucking purple marks into your jaw line.

“All the time, I think about it whenever you get hom-home from work,” you babbled. He chuckled, but didn’t stop his actions. “And when you’re away for days at a t-TIME!” You yellped when he slid some of his fingers into your underwear, targeting your clot and rubbing figure eights into it.

“Keep going..” he hummed, listening to your breathing labor slightly. You weren’t about to disobey when he was finally touching you again, so you continued.

“You’re gone for so long, being a strong hero, protectING people,” your breath hitched and you had to bite your lip to suppress the moan, trying to keep your cool. He always knew how to touch you just right to keep you on your toes.. “You’re the symbol of strength, Dynamight.. How could I not want you to fuck me?” You fell forward, Katsuki’s chest heavy on your back as his fingers slid farther back, prodding at you and finally stretching you open.

“Dirty girl, at least now I know you aren’t just trying to stroke my ego,” he commented degradingly as he felt the wetness on his fingers. You moaned and tried desperately to push your hips against his fingers, only making him stop. “You’ll get it, don’t fucking worry. Be patient.” Not that you could see it, but his voice gave it away. He was taking his time, concentrating, making sure he hit all the right places to make you squirm and moan, which you were. You could picture his face in your mind; Stoick and Calm, an air of authority surrounding him. His jaw clenched, eyes narrowed with the tiniest hint of a smirk on his face. Whenever he made that face, others should be afraid.. It only made you excited.

“Glad you finally learned my name,” he leaned in closer, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “Because I’m gonna make you scream it all. Night. Long.”

cw // smut, power play, breeding kink, fem!reader + pro hero!bakugou. 18+ mdni.

something about the way your body so easily submits to your hero’s, should humiliate you but even as bakugou’s thick and experienced fingers draw slow shapes into your puffy clit; you can’t bring yourself to feel an ounce of shame. this was exactly what you wanted, to be at the mercy and hands of someone who might as well have been considered a god. no, your god, your dynamight. “a-anything you want, dynamight...” the weight of his hero name is heavy on your tongue and you can feel bakugou’s cock twitch at the base of your spine. “you want me to s-scream, i’ll do it...want my hero so bad.”

each stroke to bakugou’s ego earns you another swipe to your sticky folds that gush at every movement he makes, free hand roaming the expanse of your chest and pinching your pebbled nipples. “your hero, huh?” that same air of confidence from earlier returns to the pro hero’s voice as his cock that was once pressed flush against your back, slides through your glistening folds. all you can do is nod and clutch at the marred hands that hold you up, knowing that if bakugou were to move you would collapse right onto the sheets. “‘course i’m your hero baby, no one else would wanna save a slut like you. not when you’re in the shape of my cock. you want it so badly, you put yourself in danger for my attention, for cock plunged deep in that pathetic lil cunt of yours, right baby?”

his sharp words shoot straight your core, clamping around nothing but gushing over the man who holds you to his chest. you can feel the hitch in his breath and see the smirk in his voice as your beloved hero degrades you down to the needy little thing you truly are. bakugou takes his time; grinding his cock against your dripping heat, pawing at every part of your body exposed to him just to get a rouse out of you. it works, but you barley have time to grind against him before he’s grabbing your hips to still you—leaving your sexes to pulse hotly against one another. “‘s all true katsuk—!” you gasp out, tears springing in your eyes, ready to roll down your cheeks at the harsh spank against your tummy, the spark of his quirk flashing gently across your skin. “i-im sorry,” you squirm, apology wet across your lips. “please dynamight, f-fuck me.”

“atta girl, beg me nicely, cry for me like the little bitch you are.” katsuki growls into your ear, finally pushing you face first into the sheets. his weighty girth brushes against your entrance as the pro hero presses himself against your back— easing into you at last. the pair of you grown at the stretch as the blonde sits within your soaked, velvety walls, easily allowing you to suck him in. he gropes at your ass, using the flesh to pull you back onto his cock as he sets an unrelenting pace. the world goes black, stars aligning your vision as your idol fucks you into the mattress without showing any signs of easing up on your abused little cunt. “wanna keep being my good girl? then beg me to fill you up with my cum...wanna see it drip down those cute fucking thighs of yours.”

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writing-on-the-wahl · 3 years

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Part two to boys and butter? (I know I already requested something but still)

Ok here goes! Hope you enjoy!

Part 1 here. (based off a prompt by @nuttynutcycle)

*special thanks to @im-a-wonderling for the beta read, edits, and fantastic ideas!!*

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Villain was washing her hair, for the fourth time, cursing stupid heroes for forcing her to get her hair wet. In water. For the fourth time that day.

A loud pounding interrupted her ranting and her shampooing.

Who would dare?

“Uh Villain?”

She lifted her head out of the sink and turned off the water.

“What!?!”

“Um well, Sidekick is here.”

“And?”

“Well, he uh, he says he wants to talk?”

She growled and reached for a towel.

Henchman leapt back as she wrenched open the door, spraying water droplets in every direction. “So you just let him in?”

How did he even know where her lair was?

“No!! He’s standing outside the front door.”

Might as well post a billboard saying ‘Villain lives here!’

“Get him inside, now!”

“Where—?”

“I don’t care! The entryway! Just get him off the street!”

Henchman scrambled away as Villain took the towel to her hair before pulling up the hood of her jacket.

She should probably have her people send Sidekick away, vulnerable as she was at the moment, but this didn’t feel like a trap. At least not the dangerous kind. More of the buttery kind.

She stomped through the upstairs, her henchmen darting out of her way. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she paused. Her mask was still upstairs covered in nasty butter, and even if Sidekick knew where she lived, she didn’t need him seeing her face as well.

“Hit the lights!” she shouted.

Every single light in the house went out. At least her people were efficient.

She tugged her hood down further as she rounded the corner to the entryway, clinging to the shadows.

Sidekick stood framed in the light shining through the window on the front door, his hands raised unthreateningly to the sides.

“Why didn’t you just turn off the lights with your powers?” It was a curious question rather than a judgmental one, and so quiet she wondered if he’d meant to say it out loud.

Before she could answer, he shook his head. “Right sorry!” He muttered. “Not my business. That’s not why I came...” It was clear now he was in fact talking to himself, and hadn’t yet noticed her come in. His hand darted up to his glasses, pushing them back up the bridge of his nose, before the cocking of her henchmen’s guns sent his hand back away from his body. “Sorry! Sorry! Nervous habit!”

Villain couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on her lips.

“Have you ever dropped a blow dryer in water?”

He jerked around, scanning the shadows until he spotted her. “I-um-no? But that sounds rather dangerous.... electrical currents in water can lead to...”

“Exactly.”

His face was half in shadow, but the adorable confusion was easy to see.

“I was washing my hair.”

His face, or what she could see of it, flushed red.

“I’m sorry-I didn’t... I don’t...”

Oh this was too fun.

But she decided to put him out of his misery.

“In the sink. My hair is wet...Wet hair, electrical current...” she waved her hands in an explosive gesture and didn’t have to wait long for him to piece it together. It was a rather unfortunate twist of her powers that she could essentially summon lightning, but if she was the slightest bit wet, all that energy went into her rather than her intended target.

“So you can’t use your powers when you’re wet?”

Oh no.

She’d been so distracted by his utterly innocent flustering that she hadn’t thought about the ramifications of telling a member of Hero Agency her biggest weakness.

Should she just kill him now?

But he was so cute...

Sidekick had noticed her silence. He groaned. “Listen. This isn’t why I’m here. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“Then why are you here?”

He reached for his pocket, but froze as her henchmen advanced.

“Sorry! Sorry! I just need to get something out of my pocket.” He looked at her, or rather, in her direction, since she was still obscured by the darkness.

Villain dipped her head. “It’s alright. Just move very slowly.”

He took her words to heart, moving with painstaking slowness as he pulled a small paper from his front pocket. He gingerly unfolded it before extending it out to her.

“Other Henchman?”

Other Henchman stepped forward, gun aimed at Sidekick’s chest, and took the paper. He backed up until he was out of arms reach, then turned and delivered her the paper. She squinted at the writing, fingered the thick paper. It wasn’t a note, it was a $100 bill.

“What is this?”

“It’s $100.”

“I know that.” He flinched at the venom in her voice, and she mentally reminded herself to be gentle.

“Why are you handing me money, Sidekick?”

“It’s a bribe.”

“A what?”

“Or a payment. I mean however you want to look at it. And I can’t explain, so please don’t ask me any questions, but I will give you $100 if you let me borrow your mask for an hour.”

Hero blinked, several times, thinking back on the strange events of the day. First the heroes... now Sidekick.

“Are you making a game of me?” The quiet question hung in the air for the briefest moment before—

“NO!!” The outburst from the timid Sidekick made her jump.

He ran his fingers through his curly hair, but this time her people didn’t bother to protest his sudden movement. They could tell, as she could, that he wasn’t a threat.

“I’m not trying to mock you, but I can’t explain right now. But... please?”

Villain couldn’t doubt his sincerity.

“So you’re wanting to… what? Rent my mask for an hour?”

“Yes.” He squeaked out.

“And what’s to guarantee you’ll bring it back?”

He paused. “I give you my word.”

Villain laughed. “You’ll have to forgive me for doubting the word of a sworn enemy.”

Sidekick shifted from foot to foot.

“Well, what else do you have?” Sidekick’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What are you willing to offer as collateral?”

“I--” He reached into his pockets. Keys, wallet, phone. Nothing she was interested in.

“What’s that around your neck?”

Sidekick’s hand flew to the chain peeking out of the collar of his shirt. “Nothing!” he replied too quickly.

“Hmmmm. Well I think I’ve made my decision. You can leave whatever it is that’s hanging around your neck here with me until you return my mask, or you can leave now, before I decide to keep you here, indefinitely.” She wasn’t actually into the whole kidnapping scene, but she couldn’t resist teasing him.

“I..It’s… you wouldn’t want it.”

“Oh?”

He pulled the chain out of his shirt, revealing a small blue shell. She knew he had some sort of water affinity, but had avoided him. The whole ‘get wet and your powers backfire thing’ really stole the appeal of being close enough to see his powers in action.

Villain raised her eyebrows. “Explain.”

“Well, I have water powers.”

“And? Hurry up, little hero. Before my offer expires.”

He sighed and dragged a hand down his face. “Igetmypowersfromtheshell.”

It took her a moment to process his jumbled words, then Villain blinked. Twice.

“I- well..” She’d been expecting some sentimental ‘I remember the day I found this shell’ drivel, but… his powers came from a shell? The look on his face told her he wasn’t lying. She didn’t want to be anywhere near some mystical shell-thing, but she’d already made her offer.

“The shell as collateral for my mask. Take it or leave it.” She waved the $100 bill. “Oh and either way, I’m keeping this.”

Sidekick closed his eyes and nodded once.

“Henchman,” she signaled him to draw closer. He listened to her instructions before darting up the stairs.

When he came back down, he held out his hand, but she waved him off, pointing at Sidekick.

Sidekick stiffened at Henchman’s approach, but relaxed when he saw the object Henchman held pinched between two fingers. He reluctantly pulled the chain over his head and dropped it into Henchman’s open palm before taking the mask Henchman now extended to him.

“Careful it’s-"

“What in the world?”

Villain covered her eyes. She really should have cleaned her mask first.

“Don’t ask.”

Sidekick nodded. “Ok then. I guess I’ll just be going?”

He took a hesitant step back, and when no one stopped him, he gradually turned and grasped the handle of the door.

“Sidekick?”

He froze.

“60 minutes. Starting... now.”

He vanished out the door.

Villain sniffed her hair and gagged. Then she went back upstairs to wash it for the fifth time. She should have been plotting revenge against Other Hero, but instead she was puzzling over a endearingly curious curly-headed, glasses-wearing sidekick and the tiny blue shell that now hung around her neck.

#hero x villain #heroes and villains #hero #villain #boys and butter #villain x sidekick #snippet #my writing #write #writeblr #sidekick

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cybertronian-cupid · 3 years

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ooooo now im curious about tfp megan mass displacing himself to action figure size and his non-binary s/o fucking him *wink wonk*

*winks back and cackles* Some play time is in order it seems!

I decided to try writing something different this time around: s/o has a cock in this one, however, there is fingerfucking and spike sucking way before the dicking happens.💥~Gregoria🏩

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They adjust their grip, pinning his arms firmly against his chassis and drag their tongue across his heated metal, causing Megatron to struggle against their grip.

“Stop playing,”

They smile and press a quick kiss to his face, narrowly missing their lip being bit into a bloody mess. They make a point of dipping their fingers in the small container of flavoured lube and spread it across the insides of his thigh plating with agonizingly slow strokes.

“You wanted to be this small didn’t you? What else am I supposed to do other than play?”

They press their thumb firmly between his legs, nudging the decorative plating on his pelvis.

“I don’t plan on breaking you.”

His hips jerk up impatiently, and their other thumb pushes his lower body firmy back against their palm.

“Stay down, I won’t do this again if you plan on cutting my face.”

They nibble on the thin metal, knowing their teeth have a bigger chance of breaking than his plating suffering any real damage. He seems to like the attention, the sound of his spike transforming from its housing bumping against the tip of their nose.

They can’t help but let out a coo when they move back to get a better look. His spike looks adorable with how small it is now, the biolights pulsing erratically, prefluid gathering at the tip. They coat it with some more lube, chuckling at his impatient grunt.

“So needy,”

Whatever complaint that was about to come out of Megatron is interrupted by his moan when they wrap their tongue around his spike and suck, lips squeezing against the sensors, lube enhancing the almost oily, iron flavour of his lubricant.

They increase and ease the pressure on his valve cover, smiling at his attempts to keep his optics focused and his noises contained. His panel pops open after a hard prod, lubricant rolling down their palm and wrist. They push their thumb inside, and his spike twitches under their tongue. Their teeth scrape over it as they suck hard, popping off just in time to delay his overload. His optics are pinpricks focused on their mouth, needy wheezes accompanied by the pulsing of his valve against the pad of their thumb. They press a deceptively gentle kiss to the tip of the tiny thing, smile full of teeth as they move away. Their fingers tightly pinch his spike, transfluid sliding down his shaft in pink droplets. He’s so close and they’ve barely done anything.

“Work for it.”

They push his pelvis up with the base of their palm, gliding his spike through their fingers, knuckles rubbing at the bulging protrusions between his seams. He begins thrusting his hips in a shaky pace, wide optics staring at them. Their gaze is fixed on his spike, bobbing between their fingers and finally picking up the pace when their tongue wets their lips. Their erection presses against the fabric of their boxers, already imagining how Megatron’s digits will feel when he returns the favour.

His noises turn frustrated, and they take his spike in their mouth, sucking on the tip until his thick transfluid is shooting to the back of their throat. The lubricant flowing from his valve managed to reach the crook of their elbow, and their cock twitches with need.

“You always make such a mess,” they tsk fondly, rubbing the pad of their thumb across his valve. His engines give a whine, his fans kicking up a notch. He always gets louder when he knows it’ll get him a good valve fuck.

A good, hard, proper fuck. There’s a wet patch that seems to agree with the idea.

They push the tip of their thumb inside,and his legs press firmly into the flesh of their wrist.

He attempts to take more of it in, looking at them with pleading optics. They withdraw their hand and his optics somehow open wider, a pitiful sound raising deep from within his chassis.

“Oh hush, I have a surprise in mind for you,” they press their index and middle finger firmly to the mesh.

His fans whir louder in anticipation of the stretch, vents wide open and blowing hot air. The fast flickering of his optics and the amount of drool dripping from his mouth, has them slamming their fingers into his valve up to the second knuckle. They feel the vibrations of his engines through the tightness clenching around them and start slowly easing out, having to really pull with how reluctant he is to be empty again. Their cock throbs in warning and they squirm in their seat.

They pull their fingers out almost all the way and push them right back in, pressing their thumb hard against his node each time their fingers slam back. The wider they work him and the harder they thrust draws higher and higher whines from his vocalizer before it shuts off for good.

His plating is so hot it’s nearly burning them and their fingers hook at his pauldrons, pressing him down with each of their thrusts when they add a third finger. They lick their way up from his once again hardening spike, all the way up to his neck plating.

Feeling his mesh flutter, calipers straining with their movements, they force their fingers deeper, and can see his outer plating shift when their knuckles.

He’s going to look so fucking good stretched around them.

The groans of what they can only assume at this point is pleasure bordering on discomfort let’s them know that his valve is finally spread to its full capacity, their fingers scissoring him with no issue.

They manage to wrench them free and flip him over, changing their grip. They feel his legs attempt to push his body up and they slam him back down, squeezing tightly, reaching into their boxers for their erection, slicking their precum and Megatron’s transfluid over their shaft in frantic strokes.

“You earned my dick, so stop squirming and let me fuck you already!”

That draws a surprised sputter of engines and even heavier gushing of lubricant as Megatron tries to spread even wider in his eagerness. They line themself with his valve, the pulsing mesh spread wide enough that they should be able to fuck him.

Not wasting much time they shove the head of their dick inside and make it halfway inside before screaming out a curse and falling to their knees. It’s like a damn vice, and they feel just a smidge of regret at having half of their dick crushed. A much bigger part however is eager to get all of it inside of the hot, wet mess of his valve.

The way his circuitry burns and fuel lines pulse at the strain of something this big making its way inside of his frame, they are sure that there won’t be a fleshlight on the market to compare.

The plating in the middle of his frame warps outward with their effort to force more of their dick inside. They can hear something garbled and strained passing from Megatron’s vocalizer and they stop, only to have their balls squeezed by Megatron’s pedes when he finds a way to slam himself down on their dick fully, his stomach plating now fully warped outwards. They have to steady themself on the floor, trying to get some air in their lungs.

“Motherfucker,” they hiss through clenched teeth “you’re insane.”

His pedes nudge their balls again, pressing into the flesh just enough to register as pleasurable. They let him adjust for a moment, and then lifting him off and slamming him back down, grunting through clenched teeth when they feel his insides shake with an overload. They pick up the pace and revel in the sloppy sounds, the fleeting feeling of his valve trying to clamp down again and failing, the transfluid of each next overload dripping down on their cock and then on the floor when they lean forward and start thrusting into him with their hips.

They grunt half formed words and groan when they finally cum, feeling it seep through the seams of his armor and his valve, registering the mess they’ll have to clean up in some far away part of their mind.

Their grip turns slack while they thrust through their orgasm, followed by slowly easing Megatron’s still spasming valve off themself. The amount of cum that spills out of it makes their cock throb again when they tuck it inside their boxers.

“You are the neediest toy I've ever owned, do you know that?”

They flip him over and let out a bark of a surprised laugh..

“How can you be hard after this?” and they flick at his once again erect spike, fingers pumping once, twice and sure enough another overload tears out of him. The way he drools, his plating shifting even looser and his purple mesh almost glowing, makes the way their hands are starting to hurt from the heat of his frame at least a little more bearable. They move him to their other hand, standing up from the floor on unsteady feet and head to their bathroom.

Yeah, they are absolutely doing this again. Maybe even today, if his vocalizer comes back online and they can hear him beg for their cock.

#The dick envy was strong with this one~G🏩#valveplug #tfp valveplug #tfp megatron x s/o #tfp megatron x reader #tfp megatron x nb!s/o #tfp megatron

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plush-rabbit · 4 years

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Can We Kiss?

Warnings: 18+, Smut

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A/N: Epilogue to Can I Ask You Something?

There’s always been silence between the two of you, awkward, full of tension, comfortable ones even, and now the silence that resonates between the two of you is relaxed, you both don’t have anything to hide, or at least you have nothing to hide, you still give him a pass if he rather not share the details of what is no doubt his gritty and miserable backstory. You’re on your couch, laying next to each other, he’s on his phone and you’re resting next to him, head on chest while a video plays on your laptop and it’s safe to say, it’s gone unnoticed, fallen victim to background noise as you take solace in his presence. You can lay on him and touch him, he can have his hand on your back and press his hand deeper into you when you shift.

“Do you like it here?” His voice is gentle, the hand on your back stroking you gently.

You look up at him, your brows furrowing in confusion. “Like in Japan?”

“No dumbass,” he flicks your forehead, “your apartment.”

You rub your forehead and scowl at him. “First of all, ouch. Second of all, you have to be specific about stuff. And finally,” you scoot closer to him, draping a leg over his, “yes. I have a good walking distance to most places and," you tap a finger against the tip of his nose and give him a syrupy smile, "it’s where we met,” you lilt with an overly sweet voice, tiling your head.

“I’m serious,” he mumbles, shifting around wiggling his arm that is around you.

You sigh and lift your body. “I am too. I like this apartment,” you remove your leg from his lap and sit criss cross. “What’s with the question?”

He turns to you and his gaze has darkened. “I have to leave,” his fingers drum on his thigh, “for a couple of months.”

“Leave?” Your eyes widen.

“I have to do something important.” He looks away from you and shifts to copy your pose.

“Well we can still chat right?” You play with your hands, your heart quickening its pace. “We can talk and-”

“Uh, no.” He scratches the back of his neck. “I have to be gone for a few bit.”

“Oh,” you frown and your shoulder slump.

“Don’t cry.”

“I’m not,” you sniff.

He sighs and lets his head hang. “Look, I asked because I won’t be here to protect you and I have money now so I can move you somewhere safer.”

"Oh, because you protected me before?" You try to joke, the aching feeling in your chest still prominent.

He rolls his eyes. "I've warned you before at least."

"Im still conflicted about that."

"I know." He moves to kiss your cheek, a cheap trick to get you to calm down and not focus on him and his life outside of you.

“I like it here,” you cross your arms and bite your bottom lip. “I don’t want to move.”

“It’s not safe for you here. Just- It’ll only be for a bit. Just to keep you safe,” he grabs onto your shoulders and his gaze unrelenting. “I can’t have people around here twenty-four-seven. It’ll draw too much suspicion.”

“Tomura,” you grab his hands and place them in between the two of you, “I like it here. You and I are both careful when we meet, nothing is going to happen.”

He shakes his head and turns his head to watch the video that plays. Hands slip out of yours and one hovers over the keyboard and taps the space bar, the video is paused and he refuses to meet your gaze, his back hunched over and hands interlocked with each other.

He jumps when you touch his shoulder but he doesn’t look at you. “I’m going to be okay,” your squeeze tightens trying to reassure him. “Nothing is going to happen to me. You’ll only be gone for a few months. I’ll be okay.”

“Can you promise me that?”

“Can you promise me you won’t die?”

He lets out a long exhale and when he rises, his face is devoid of emotion. “I can move you somewhere safe-”

“I’m not moving Tomura.” You pout when he shrugs his shoulders, throwing your hand off of him, “Don’t be mad.”

"I'm not mad," he says through clenched teeth, "I'm just frustrated. I need to protect you," his brow bone furrows and he shakes his head, "I need to know you're going to be all right."

"As long as you," you tap a finger against his chest, "don't do anything too reckless, I promise I'll be fine." When he doesn’t answer you sigh and shuffle closer to him. “How about this,” you place a hand on his knee, “at the first sign of trouble, I’ll take your offer- I’ll move as long as it’s still nearby. You trust the people you work with right? The ones who have been with you since you were known as the League of Villains. Once I get hurt or something happens too close for comfort while you’re,” you swallow the lump in your throat, “gone, you tell them to just move me elsewhere. And I’ll go.”

His hand covers yours and you move it until it covers his and your fingers drum against the brace. “You promise?”

“Pinky promise.” You hold your pinky up with a side grin.

As he scoffs, a smile graces his features and he reluctantly holds a pinky up. “Virtual or actual?”

“Whichever you’re more comfortable with.”

His pinky curls around yours tightly and he lets it linger. “I’ll appoint somebody. First sign of trouble, you’re moving- somewhere nearby, I know,” he adds when you give him a look.

You give him a curt nod and scoot closer to him. “Hey Tomura?”

He lets your pinky go and his eyes widen a fraction. “What is it?”

“Um, since we’re dating, do you think we could,” your face flushes and you turn away from him, “um, could we-”

“Come on, out with it.”

“Can we kiss?”

It’s tense for a minute where you sit, biting the inside of your cheek, and then he presses his chapped lips against yours. Teeth clash against each other and you’re taken aback, your hands curled at your sides and when he softens his touch, you sigh against him and lean towards him. Your hands move slowly and unsurely as they rest against his back. “Tomu-kun,” you whine against his lips.

He sighs at the affectionate nickname, his hands softening around you, gently picking up your shirt and shuddering against you when his skin makes contact with yours.

"Always so needy," you mumble against his lips, your hands coming up to play with his hair, tugging in it softly and twirling loose strands.

He sighs and his nails curl on your skin, a chuckle breaking the kiss when you squirm and give a taut pat on his back. “You started it,” he mumbles against your lips, letting his hand inch farther up your shirt, fingers light and tickling at your skin.

Goosebumps rise where his touch marked you. His touch sears your skin, burning and lighting a flame inside of your belly where his hesitant hands slide to the curve of your tummy, your shirt rising in response. You inch closer to him, gasping when his hand slips further upward and your leg nudges against his, your hands slipping from the nape of his neck to the bottom on his shirt in a single glide, your hands toying with the hem and when the cool air meets his skin he flinches and his lips break from yours.

A sharp gasp leaves your lips and you’re suddenly pulled back into reality where your laptop screen grows dim and the birds outside chirp next to the feeder. You stare at him and slowly remove your hands, his following in suit and your body still burns where his touch rested, the rest of you cold and restless. You open your mouth and he pinches your bottom lip between two fingers and tugs on it. The action makes you pause and pull your hands away and they hover over the arm that is holding your lip.

"Tomura?" He doesn't respond, he only continues to look at your lip. "It stings," you murmur. He promptly lets go, muttering an apology. Your tongue swipes over the already dulling pain. "What was that about?" You question.

"Nothing," he murmurs, leaning back on the couch, closing his eyes.

"Can I pinch your lips then?"

"Why?"

"Just because," you shrug.

"That's-" His mouth pulls into a line and he sticks his tongue out at you.

You raise an eyebrow. "Yeah, I thought so," you nudge him with your elbow, "So what was that about?"

His face pulls into a grimace and from the neck up a shade a red flares across his skin. "I uh," his hand moves back to scratch at the back of his neck, "fuck," he hisses out. His hand jerks and you see his arm tense.

Your eyes go wide and you stand on your needs and clutch his arm. "Okay! I'm sorry for teasing!" You pull his arm away with ease. "I-"

"It's not that," he grumbles, allowing you to keep his arm in your grasp.

"Then what is it?"

"It's," he ducks his head and you see a bright red decorate the tip of his ears, "embarrassing."

You pout and slide your hands down his arms and grip his hand. "I'm not going to make fun of you if that's what you're worried about," you say in a quiet voice.

He's silent for a long time as his eyes never leave your face. He rises with a sigh and twists his back. His steps are slow as he walks around the couch and down the living room, turning around a corner and you hear him call out, "I'm going to your room."

Your eyes go wide and your mouth pulls itself into a thin line. You stand up from the couch, hurrying your steps to catch up to him. You call out to him again, asking a simple question- why? He doesn't respond and you click your tongue.

"I'm tired," he says, voice distant.

When you enter the room, he's sitting on your bed, clutching a pillow on his lap. You walk quietly towards him, taking a seat next to him. His legs are spread and you spread your own, nudging his knee a bit. A ghost of a smile appears on his face before fading.

"Tomura, you have to tell me what's going on," you place a hand on his knee and move your thumb in little circles when his leg jerks. You suck in a breath and attempt to move your hand when his own rests on top of you. "I know you said you had to go, but" you clench your hands, "you aren't, ya know? Are… Are you leaving leaving?" Your throat feels constricted and shoulder hunch towards each other.

"No," he responds quickly, "of course not."

Your shoulders relax and you can feel yourself be able to breathe again. "So what is it?"

He scoots himself further onto your bed, swinging his legs carefully as he lays down in the bed, the pillow still catches between his hands.

"I… like you."

You chuckle and lay next to him on your side. "I figured." You smile when he turns his head away from you, face scrunched and flaring. "If it makes you feel better, I like you too." You lean over and peck his cheek, giving him a kittenish smile when he looks back at you. "So what's up?" You ask, leaning back to your original position.

He leans up on his elbows and turns to look at you, strands of silvery hair obscuring part of his face. "I was wondering something the other day," he trails off, his lips twitching and face taking on a darker shade of red. You nod, attention fully on him. "I was wondering if," he curses under his breath and looks away, "you've already had sex," he grumbles out, hands digging harshly into your pillow.

Your eyes widen and your face flushes with a darker color. "Oh," you whisper, stunned at the sudden question.

"Forget it," he mumbles, lying down on the bed, eyes squeezed shut.

You take a shaking breath and your heart beats rapidly as you answer his question, your mouth suddenly dry as you look to the side hoping to find a water bottle left from overnight but you find nothing there.

"Oh," he replies, turning his head to look at you.

You nod and swallow the lump in your throat. "Have you?"

He shakes his head. "Never had the chance to," he tells you as he takes a shuddering breath.

"Did you want to?" You ask. "With me?" You clarify, nervously gnawing on your lip.

"Are you willing?"

"I want you to ask me properly."

"You're horrible."

"I guess you don't want to. That's fine. I should get started on my laundry anyways."

You make a move to get up from the bed when his hand clamps around your wrist. "Did you want me to do your laundry, Tomura?" You coo, your tone playful and teasing.

"You're lucky you mean something to me," he tells you. He takes a deep breath and sighs. The bed creaks under him as he shifts on the bed. "Can we have-"

You cut him off with a kiss, he gasps in shock and you smile against him. "Yeah, we can," you murmur, pushing yourself closer to him, letting out a content sigh when his hands grip your sides. You crawl to the middle of the bed, your legs bent and hands splayed next to you. “How do you want to start?”

“Eager, aren’t you?” He throws his legs on the bed and crawls above you. His movements are precise and quick, the smile on the lips and gleam in his eyes are the only thing betraying that he’s as excited as you are for this.

He crawls on top of you, your legs sliding down and grazing the fabric of his shirt that falls from him. He tilts his head and his mouth is hot against yours, his hands coming above yours and drawing lazy circles into your skin and suddenly it feels all too real. You press your palms against his chest and push away, you mumble a protest against his lips and he pulls away, a dejected look on his face appearing for a moment before replaced by curiosity.

“What is it?” he asks, the hands that overlapped yours, pulling away and turning into fists.

“I just- Are we really doing this?”

“Only if you want.”

“I do, but I just… It makes it all too real,” you frown and lay your back on your bed. “We’re going to,” you don’t want to be crass about the action but you don’t want to refer it to something too lovey for fear that he might cringe away, “you know-”

“Fuck?”

“Tomura,” you groan, “don’t be so crude.” You turn your head and narrow your eyes at the wall. “But yes. We’re going to and then you’re going to leave. It’s like a shitty version of a one night stand.”

“I’m coming back. I promise.”

“But not soon enough,” you mumble. “I don’t want to just do this and have you leave for like ever.”

“What? Afraid you’ll want more while I’m gone?”

You shake your head and laugh. “Funny. Real funny.” You sigh and the smile falls. “I’m going to miss you.”

“If you don’t want to then I-”

“I do. I want to have sex with you,” your hands rest over your heart and you let out a shaky breath, “but afterwards you’ll be gone right? That’s why you told me this? Because it’s happening soon?” You turn your head and look back at him. He nods in response and you sigh.

"I'll be back before you know it," he sighs, rolling his neck and he lets his head hang; his hair cascades down and creates a curtain between the two of you. "It won't be forever. Just a few months."

You bring your hands to cup his face and make him look you in the eyes. "What are you going to do?"

"You don't have to worry about that."

"Tomura-"

"It's for me. That's as much as you need to know."

"I don't like this." Your hands leave his face and rest flat on your stomach.

"I can't… Look. The less you know the better. But when I come back, it means I'll be closer-"

"Tomura?"

"What is it?"

"You're still going to be you when you come back right? You're still going to be Tomura?"

"Who else would I be?"

"I don't know. That's why I asked."

"I'm still going to be me. And you're going to be you."

You nod your head and press yourself deeper against the mattress. You stare at him and he stares back, crimson eyes that look at you with a softness and he leans into a hand, cupping his hand over yours.

"Tomu," you whisper, "I think I want to start now."

He nods and dips his head down, your hand curving over to the back of his head and gripping his silvery hair as he pulls you into a soft kiss, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip, dipping in hesitantly when you part your mouth, tugging on his hair and groaning when he presses himself closer to you.

Your name is muffled between the two mouths, his hand moves away from yours hand rests on the underside of your chest, the pads of his fingers, pressing into the soft part of your chest.

He pulls away, eyes half lidded and red eyes clouded over. "Where do you want to start?" He mumbles, eyes staring into yours and hand never leaving your chest.

"I could uh," a nervous smile creeps into your face and you turn your head, "blow you if you'd like." You hear him snicker and you want to curl in on yourself. "Tomura," you whine, your voice high and full of embarrassment.

"You're free to suck my dick. I'm not going to complain."

You throw an arm over your eyes and squeeze them shut. Your chest rises and falls heavy, a tight feeling in it that makes it hard to breathe. "You're still on top of me," you manage to make out, voice squeaking in the process.

His finger tickles the side of your face, gliding down your face resting on the corner of your lips. "Want me to get on my back?" His digit ghosts over your bottom lip. “Or I could stand? I’m sure both options would make you look hot.” You can hear the smile in his voice and the confidence that oozes out of him.

A nervous chuckle bubbles past your lips. "You're being awfully bold for your first time."

The bed creaks and the weight of him above you disappears, your chest still feels tight and you tense when he wraps his hand on your forearm and pulls it away from you. You slowly open your eyes and keep your gaze down, sucking in your bottom lip.

"I- and I'm being completely honest- think if you suck me off, you're going to die from embarrassment."

"It's not that," you whisper through clenched teeth. You rise and force yourself to look at him despite the flame on your face and the nervous shaking of your legs. "It's our first time together is all. I don't- I don't want to mess up. Especially if you're going to be gone after this." You tilt your head and rub your arms "I want it to be special."

He lays next to you, his hands resting above his stomach interlocked. He plays with the fabric, pinched between his fingers. "Special, huh?" He muses, eyes sparing you a glance before he turns away. "We just started dating-"

"And you're leaving," you place your hands above him and he sighs.

"You're nervous."

"You aren't?"

"Didn't say that."

You don’t answer for a moment, working up the courage to say the words, but they die in your throat and you can’t force yourself to say them even if you wanted to. You clear your throat and sit on your news staring at him as he gives you a quizzical look. "Can I-” the words get lost in your throat- “you know?" You gesture to his lower half and feel flames dance on your skin.

"Say it." He wants to see you squirm, you realize, with a skipping heart, he wants to hear the words leave your mouth and you’re uncertain why.

"You're awful," you conclude, accompanied by the roll of your eyes.

"Not the words." He holds your hand and you raise a brow at him. “Humor me.”

You stick your tongue out at him and squeeze your eyes shut. You take a deep breath and when you open your eyes, you walk on your knees to straddle him. "Tomura, can I suck your dick?"

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, and he takes in a sharp breath. It happens in an instant, the red creeps up from his chest, and paints him in a beautiful shade. He opens his mouth and a squeak comes out and you smile at him. He snaps it shut and gestures to his pants, turning his head away. “Take them off.”

You grumble under your breath, your fingers shaky as they unbutton his pants, the zipping noise fills your ears and he laughs. It’s sharp and has a cackle to it but it’s his laugh and it sets off a warm feeling in your chest and raises himself on his arms.

“I have to make you work for it, you know.” He has this smug look on his face and helps you take his pants off, kicking them off to the side and now he lays in his boxers which tent. “Come on, you have to take something off too,” he jerks his leg, “I can’t be the only one.”

You look at him and repress a comment. “An eye for an eye,” you mutter, taking off your own pants and kicking them to the side where they join his in a lifeless pile.

You watch him breath for a second and nervously swallow. Your fingers hook in the waistband of his boxers and when you look up at him, he gives you a nod. The slide down his body and all too soon, he’s bare on your bed, with an erect member. He moves and you look at him; he tosses his shirt to the side and he pulls himself higher, his back against a pile of pillows and he watches you.

You frown. Your hand ghosts over his stomach, faded, white scars litter his body in different sizes and shapes. “You have so many scars,” you mutter. He doesn’t respond and when you look at him, his eyes are narrowed- they’re analyzing you. “Do they- Or did they hurt?”

“What do you think?” His voice is tight and cold.

“You’ve been through so much, haven’t you?” You whisper under your breath, your hands running over his stomach, feeling the difference of textures. “Oh Tomura,” you look up at him and your eyes grow glossy. “I wish we met sooner,” you bend your head down and press your lips against his stomach. They’re light and fleeting, a gentle brush of your lips ghost over his skin and when you pass over them, he can still feel the touch tickle at his skin. You press a kiss over a particular long scar and when you raise your head, you give him a soft smile and raise yourself back to your knees.

“I’m here now, okay?” Your hands glide over his stomach and rest back on your lap.

He swallows tightly and gives you a curt nod and you let out a shaky sigh. Your hands come to grab onto the hem of your shirt and then they’re covered by his.

“You took my pants off, I get to take your shirt off,” he reasons, nudging your hands away and you nod, too lost to even speak. He takes your shirt off, the pads of his fingers searing their mark on your skin. You two sit there, your heart beating in your chest at such a rapid pace you’re afraid you’ll bruise if possible. “Fuck, I always thought you were hot but I think I can cum if I just focused on your tits.”

“Tomura!” You slap his chest and cover your face with your hand, sure that you’re a flushed color.

“It’s true,” he shrugs, laying back down on the bed. “Anyways, let’s go.” He lays back on the bed and watches you with an amused expression.

“You can’t just be so vulgar!” Your hands place themselves on his thighs and they jump when you realize that he really is nude on your bed. You sigh and he spreads his legs, letting you situate yourself between him and grab his member in your hand. He’s hot, much hotter than you’d expect, and he feels hard, an actual hard feeling that feels all too invasive and real and when your fingers close around him, he twitches in your hand and you gasp.

“You have my dick in your hand, you can’t really expect me not to be vulgar.”

You don’t respond to him, your attention directed to his member which leaks pearls. You lower yourself and your breath is hot against him, and hesitantly, you lick his slit, the pearly beads fill your mouth with saltiness and leave a bitter taste. You scrunch your face and click your tongue. You think to yourself that the taste will go away as you get used to it. You choose not to look at him, insteading mumbling to his shaft that if anything happens, to just say stop and like you, he doesn’t respond.

You wrap your lips around his head, lightly sucking on the tip and letting your tongue swirl over, his taste filling your mouth with bitterness all over again. A shiver runs down from your spine and you lower your mouth on him. He groans lightly and grabs the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair and holding it tight. You let out a whine, your tongue flat against him, as you bob your head, a fist wraps around him and holds him tight, fingers lightly tapping him.

It's slow movements, your head bobbing gently while he tightens his grip on you, groaning when you lower your head too far and choke on him.

"Fuck," he breathes out, "do that again." His member twitches in your mouth, the saltiness once again filling your mouth and you glance up at him, eyes wide and mouth full of cock and he pushes on your head, urging you to go down.

You blink at him and then glance down to his member, your hand falls from him and rests on his thighs. You suck a deep breath through your nose and swallow. You hollow your cheeks and choke when he hits the back of your throat. He's large and expands in your mouth; you salivate around him, spittle pools in your mouth and you hold him there, tongue cradling his underside as tears brim your eyes.

"Look at you," he breathes out. "Mouth full of cock." He reaches over the action makes him go deeper in your throat, gagging around him and breathing harshly through your nose. He pats your cheek and you twitch at the action. "Your throat feels so tight. I know I said I could cum to your tits alone but fuck," he lowers himself back down and he tugs on your hair. "I think i could shoot down your throat right now." You whine at his words, your body trembling and hands squeezing him.

His name is muffled in your mouth, you rise from him and your spit drips from his member. You look up at him with slightly puffy lips and flushed cheeks, tears prick the corner of your eyes and he yanks on your hair. "Tomura," you mewl, pulling your lips into a pout.

"Come on, make me cum," he taps your head, "I want to see my cum pool in your mouth."

You nod shakily and reach your hand to cover his hand where it holds a hand full of your hair, a gentle tap is the only sigh you give and he responds with a soft "oh" and a tighter grip.

You breathe harshly as he controls you, moving your head up and down at a rapid pace, tears pooling in your eyes and sliding down. "Fucking hell," he breathes out when you choke in him. "Face fucking, huh? Never took you for the type." Harsh sounds fill the room as he grips you and guides you in his cock, your hands latched into his thighs as he uses your face to get himself off. "You're not swallowing, got it? I need to see you with your mouth full of my cum before you actually get to taste it." His words are mixed with groans, breathing ragged and choked. "I can't believe you're letting me do this. What a fucking slut." You whine around him, a heat beginning to burn in your lower belly. "Bet you'd let me do anything, huh? Cum in your face. Tits. Ass." He breathes harshly. "What about inside, huh?" You choke around him, drool sliding past your chin and dripping down in slow strands. "Seeing your cunt full of my cum-" he hiss through his teeth- "fuck, even the thought is enough to make me cum." He holds your head down, your moans muffled and hands digging into his skin that's decorated with pale scars. You breathe harshly through your nose. A bitter taste fills your mouth and he slowly slides you off. Your lips suctioned around him and his seed fills your mouth, it dribbles out in little bits, sliding past your lips and down his cock and when he yaks you up to look at him, his face stained red and chest raising and falling in deep breaths. "Open," he commands and when you part your lips, his cum pools in your mouth. He nods and his hand cups your face and with his thumb hooked under your chin he closes it shut and nods. You swallow and your face pulls into a scrunch, the bitterness now much more apparent than before. "Fucking hot," he murmurs, sliding his hand away from your face. He clears his throat and his hands make a beckoning motion. "All right, your turn."

"My turn?" You ask in a whisper, clearing your throat.

He nods. "Come on. I want to taste your pussy."

"You're so vulgar," you comment, pinching your thighs together.

"You're not saying no." He gives you a smug look. "I bet you're dripping. I could feel your moans around my cock, you know?"

You square your shoulders and turn away from him, your mouth pulled into a thin line as you pinch the comforter between your fingers. "Should- Shouldn't I be lying down?"

"Sit on my face."

Your eyes widen and you look at him with lips parted open. He has a cheeky look on his face, lips half turned upwards and voice coltish.

"You just had my dick in your mouth. You don't get to act innocent."

"It isn't that. It's just that this is really happening, isn't it?"

"Do you want it to?"

"Of course," you play with your hands, "it's just that… I'm nervous."

He rolls his eyes and lays in the bed. "Come on then. Sit on my face."

You crawl carefully over him, your seeping entrance hovering inches above his mouth and you can feel his breath fan across your heat. "I-"

"I can't tongue fuck you if youre not on my face." He has a tight grip on your thighs akin to the one he held on your hair.

"You're so crass," you whisper, body too warm for comfort. You inch downward and gasp with his nails prick your skin.

He lowers you and his tongue is fast against you, it swipes around and flicks at your clit, circling it around and pressing it flat against you. His tongue is fast, swiping at every crevice, pushing open folds and suckling in them harshly. He enters your gummy hole, tongue swirling in and out, juices standing his mouth.

You leak on him, your cunt stimulated but he goes at a rapid pace, never focusing too long on one part and leaving you gripping the headboard until your knuckle pale.

"T-Tomura," you murmur, "my clit. I-" you gasp and rock yourself on his face, turning your head and squeezing your eyes shut. "Focus on my clit- you're too all over the place, love."

He says something and it's lost in your ears but the vibrations shake throughout your cunt, and he does as he's told. He holds you tight and his tongue swirls at a softer pace, circling your clit and his mouth moves up, lips brushing onto your sensitive pearl and wrapping it around. His tongue flicks at your bud while inside his mouth and you press yourself closer to him, tongue lolling out and your arousal leaking past his chin.

He speaks more and you hump his face, your hips thrusting and breathing broken. You can feel the coil inside of you tighten and you desperately try to reach your high, pathetically rutting yourself against his face and even with the grin you feel against your heat you can't stop and only mumble an apology. Your hands reach to your chest and you pull the cups of your bra down, fingers coming up to pinch at your nipples.

You call out his name, let out a choked gasp when his fingers prod inside of you, wiggling them around and reaching inside and massaging at the plush walls that reside inside.

His fingers are coated in your slick and they click in and out of you, the sound lost between your moans and the squeaking of the bed. You can feel your clit throb around him, his lips loosening and moving to close the gap between your lower lips. His fingers remove themselves and he presses then against your twitching bud. His tongue moves inside of you, slurping your slick out of you and he eats you vigorously. His movements blur together, fingers rubbing at your clit, little yelps leaving your mouth when he pinches it roughly and through an odd bend, he slaps your clit and you cry his name, slamming your palm over your hand. His teeth are sharp and graze at your skin, a sharp gasp rips through the gaps in your fingers and the coil that burns white hot in your stomach begins to become unbearable.

“Tomura,” you whine, “I’m- ah- I’m close,” you make a choking sound. “Fuck, I’m close.”

His words vibrate through your body, hums of pleasure and his arm jerks and you’re sure that he’s masturbating and the thought brings a pride to swell in your chest. He’s masturbating and he has his mouth buried in your cunt. He slaps his palm against your clit and the sharp sting has you slump and push yourself deeper against his mouth and a feeling similar to a snap, you release on him, your arousal washing over his and staining his face. Your muscles relax and can only mutter broken choruses of his name, your bud twitching and cunt fluttering around his tongue that still rests inside.

You let out a shocked gasp when you’re pulled off and laid on the bed. You’re on your back, an arm thrown over your eyes as you ride your high, his fingers pumping in and out of you, your slick spilling out and staining the bed. “Tomura,” you rasp out, squeezing your inner walls to wrap around his fingers. “Can- Can we-” Your words die out and your body shakes.

“Use your words.”

“Can we have sex now?”

“Beg.”

“You’re so demanding,” you chuckle lightly. You peek out from under your arm and look up at him where he stays focused on watching his fingers disappear in your sex. “Tomura can we- I want to feel your cock in me. Please Tomura, make me feel good.”

His fingers pull out of you with a click and his hand reaches under your back and he unhooks your bra. You rise and let it slip down your shoulders; it’s tossed away and now you both lay bare in front of each other.

“Could have been better but since I like you, I’ll let it slide,” he flashes you a grin, “for now.”

You huff and lay on your back. He hovers above you and holds his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly and pre-cum oozes out in pearly strands. “Wow, who knew you could be so nice,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.”

He shoves two fingers in your mouth and you gasp and instinctively close your mouth around them- you can taste yourself. “Don’t give me lip. I can put that mouth to better use,” he threatens and you feel yourself leak. You nod and he pulls his digits out of your mouth, wiping the mixture of spit and slick on the comforter. You crinkle your nose and he pulls you in a harsh kiss. He wastes no time and he licks your bottom lip, you open in response and you both gasp in unison when his cockhead pushes through your entrance. He fills you nicely, your walls expanding and you breathe harshly, your hands coming up to grip his biceps. He curses under his breath and with a final push, he’s buried inside of you.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hisses. He moves inside of you at a slow pace. He lowers his head and hides it in the crook of your neck, his mouth sucks on you, a blossoming love mark appearing when he pulls away and moves his mouth elsewhere. “Fucking clamped around my cock.”

His pace is slow, pulling himself out of your soft walls and only leaving the tip in, only to push himself in with a rocking motion. His mouth moves across your neck, teeth nipping at your skin, tongue or chapped lips softening the sting when you squirm. His hand slides to your breasts and he grips it in his palm, the pebbling nipple tingles with pleasure and you coo at him, nuzzling your face towards him and murmuring his name.

“Tomura,” you mutter, and he grunts in response, “faster,” you breathe. You hand slips between your bodies and you rub at your clit, hissing at the still sensitive bud that makes you jerk.

He gives a cute nod and thrusts deeper into you, the pace quickening with every jerk of his hips. He’s quick against you, grabbing a leg and hooking it behind his back. He grunts in your ear, the occasional curse slurred and stitched together between moans.

“Fuck, you’re taking all of me, you know?” He moans out your name and it comes off cracked, followed by a sharp bite on your shoulder. You mewl and your cunt tightens around his member. “You’re gonna milk me, huh? Is that what you want?” You feel full, his cock hitting deep inside of you, the position you’re now in makes him hit a certain spot that shoots electricity throughout your body. Your toes curl and the added simulation makes tears peek at the corner of your eyes. “I’m gonna fill your sweet hole with my cum,” he grunts, pushing himself all the way in making you gasp. “I’m going to see you filled and leaking my cum out of you slutty, little hole- fuck!” He curses, pulling you into another bruising kiss where the hand on your breasts digs into your soft flesh. “Your cunt was made for me- got it?” he whispers against your lips. “No one else gets to see or taste it,” his cock twitches inside of you. “Your soft, squishy cunt that’s wrapped tight around my cock is mine and mine only.” His pace increases, growing sloppier by the second and your hands slide to his back and nails latch onto him. He moves over to bite your shoulder, spittle slipping out of his mouth and coating you and your comforter in a thin layer of him.

You whine under him, unable to think coherently as he pushes himself inside of you. He’s right, your cunt was made for him- the way it hits, the way it fills you up perfectly, stretching your walls around his thickness, everything about it, from the leaking tip to the package that slaps against your skin- your body was made for him- to use you and spill his seed inside.

“Yours,” you gasp, “your body and your cunt.” Your face scrunches up and you can feel yourself reaching your high. “

“Fuck yeah it is,” he growls. “My perfect little pussy. I get to dump load after load if I wanted to, right? Fill you with my cum and watch your belly swell with it? You’re my personal pocket pussy.” You clench with his words, your face burning and mind growing foggy with the coming of your orgasm. “You’re close, aren’t you?” You nod, your nails digging further into his body. “Well so I am,” he chuckles airly, his face contorting into a scrunch. “I’m gonna shoot my load inside- and you’re gonna keep it inside, understood?”

“Yes,” you gasp, “just- just spill inside of me, please.”

He moves your hand which rests above your pearl and adds in his own hand, the marks on your breast are evident and they’ll sting for a bit when you shower, he pulls you into a softer kiss, his tongue dipping in your mouth and his hand gives sharp slaps to your clit. The stimulation grows to an unbearable point and the heat in your lower belly finally reaches its peak. His name comes out in a gargled cry, a low moan that vibrates from your chest and the orgasm makes tears slide down your face and toes curl. Your body runs hot and jolts of electricity course through your body. Your sex wraps tight around him, the walls convulsing inside as your clit twitches to life.

His motions grow sloppy, his body rutting against yours and with a final gasp, he bites your shoulder and your name is muted, but still understandable. He repeats it like a mantra, hips meeting yours as his seed spills and coats your walls.

“You’re perfect,” his voice is hoarse, “fuck, you’re everthing to me,” his voice is choked as he reaches his high. “I’m never leaving you,” he repeats the words, muddled in with your name, “never again.” His groan sounds broken and full of emotion when you meet his eyes for a second, they shine.

His movements slow and he comes to a still, cock still buried in you as ropes shoot out. His teeth mark your shoulder and when he pulls away, he places feverish kisses on you, the pain subsiding with every press of his chapped lips. He pulls out and collapses next to you. You can feel the cum leak out of your body in thick, syrupy strands.

“That was,” you struggle to find the words, knitting your brows together until you come up to the next best thing, “fun,” you whisper.

“Fun? That’s all you’ve to say?” He asks, turning on his side and giving you a smug look. “You came on my face and on my cock. I think you had more than just “fun”, he quotes.

You scoff and shake your head. “Okay then you describe it,” you turn your head to face him and smirk at him, “because you seem like you had fun too.”

He shrugs and throws an arm around you, his fingers light at your sides. “Fuck off,” he mutters, a soft smile on his face. “Next time, I’m going to make you squirt.”

You flash him a coy grin and stick your tongue out at him. “Do you have to be so crude?”

“You swallowed my load and you have it deep in your pussy,” he sighs, rolling his eyes, “I think we’re both crude.” He pauses and then a grin stretches out on his face. “Not to mention you practically humped my face.”

You groan and cover your face with your hands, the smile still evident. “You- Your tongue felt good.”

His hand ghosts over your breasts and his index circles over your hardened niple. “How did it feel?”

“Tomura,” you whine, your hands slide away from your face and you turn to him. He answers you with a growing grin and you rub your legs together. “I don’t know. It- It felt good. Your tongue on my clit and then when you sucked on it I- it just felt good.”

“And when I slapped it?” He presses forwards, his fingers now pinching your breast.

“Slapping,” you voice lowers, “slapping felt really good. It stung, but a good sting.”

“Your poor attempt at dirty talk is actually pretty hot,” he grabs your hand and lowers it, the back of your fingers brush against his hardening member, “wanna go again?”

“You aren’t tired?”

“I could go for a lazy fuck.” He pumps your hand and his eyes flutter to a close. “I think it’d be hot to see how gushy you are with my cum still inside.”

You stare at him in disbelief, a wide smile on your face as you turn to curl into his chest. “It’s amazing how I fell for you- it really is.” His hand wraps around your back and his fingers lightly trace your spine, phantom touched still present even when he’s moved away. “To be completely honest, I think I want to take a shower.” You press a kiss on his collarbone. “You’re free to join.”

His hand slides down your back and over your thigh, he hooks his hand underneath and picks up your thigh, hooking it over his leg. His cock presses near your entrance and you swallow.

“One more round?” His lips brush past the shell of your ear and he presses fleeting kisses down your neck. “Promise it’ll be quick.”

You pull away and look up at him, your mouth parted and eyes clouded over with lust. “Only because you’re cute.”

He smiles wickedly and presses a kiss on your lips, his cock once again entering your squishy, warm walls.

#ciays #can i ask you something #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura #bnha #bnha shigaraki tomura #i wanna kiss

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catrasredemption-moved · 4 years

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I'm really struggling and hurting with what's going on in the fandom right now as im losing the only comfort i had in quarantine. could you please write something happy post-s5 catradora based on noelle's statement that once Adora realises she's in love with Catra she'd be SO into the reslationship?

((I get you, Nonners <3 *hugs* Again, white af, so I’m going to limit my comments, but - it isn’t all downhill from here. Try not to give up)) (((Disclaimer it’s almost 4am and my sleeping meds are kicking in, so I’m sorry if this isn’t completely coherent)))

Adora had never half-assed anything in her life.

And she’d be damned if she was going to start now, at a time when being fully on her game was more important than ever.

“I just want to do something for her!”

Bow practically had hearts in his eyes. Glimmer was a little less impressed. “I’m pretty sure if you just stayed in bed and napped together all day, she’d be happy.”

“I know, I know.” Adora sighed. “But that’s not - I want to do something good. Like, really show her that I love her.”

“Take a vacation.”

“Glimmer!”

“What? I’m serious,” Glimmer insisted. “If you just like... took an entire week off to do nothing but spend time with her, she’d probably be speechless. Which I would pay to see, by the way.”

Adora frowned, thinking it over. It was true that Catra would probably be floored by Adora taking a week off, no need for She-Ra or anything, just for her.

“I don’t know. Do you think it’s enough? What should we do? What do people do on vacation?”

“You could just travel?” Bow suggested. “You know, get as far from Bright Moon as you can then call Glimmer for a ride back or something when you’re done.”

It was... actually a good idea, Adora thought. They’d spent their whole lives in the Fright Zone wondering what was beyond the Whispering Woods. They could actually see things now. They could see a world full of magic!

The happy thoughts died almost as quickly as they had started. “I... I dunno. I mean, it sounds great, but that would take more than a week, and-”

“Take a month,” Glimmer encouraged. “Take six months, honestly. You guys saved the universe. If anyone’s earned time off, it’s you.”

“That’s a lot of time.”

“And you’ve earned it,” Bow assured her. “Maybe not six months - I mean, you should take six months but I know that would drive you nuts. But take a month. Go places. Spend time together. I think it’d be good for you guys.”

Adora chewed on her thumbnail for a moment before slowly nodding and smiling. “Yeah. Okay.”

This whole thing had started with Catra not feeling like a priority in Adora’s life, after all. A month together would be the perfect way to show Adora she was invested and she cared. Perfect. * * * * * * * * * * * * Catra didn’t get back to Bright Moon that night. “Your cat passed out on my couch,” Mermista informed Adora flatly, turning the screen so Adora could see Catra curled up in a tight ball, sleeping.

“Is she... okay?”

“She’s dumb. Sea Hawk found her almost sick with heat stroke and had to drag her away from the house she was working on.”

Adora’s heart jumped to her throat. “She’s... She’s really trying hard to help with Salineas.”

“And I appreciate it,” Mermista admitted in a rare moment of genuine honesty. “But I’ll appreciate it less if she kills herself in the process. If she’s going to die, I should at least get the first shot.”

“Glimmer can come get her, if you want.”

“Nah, she already feels like hell. She can sleep it off on the couch.”

Adora scrubbed her eyes, smiling weakly. “Thanks, Mermista. Sorry, I guess I should’ve warned you, she gets really intense when she actually puts effort into things.”

“She’s not someone I would’ve pegged for a workaholic. Want me to wake her up to say... I dunno, good night or whatever you guys say to each other?”

“Nah, let her sleep.” Adora wanted Catra home, wanted to talk to her about a vacation, but she was sleeping, and that was more important than anything. She’d been exhausting herself for nearly a month working on Salineas. And while it was earning her some begrudging tolerant will with Mermista (who firmly believed actions were better than any apology Catra could ever say), Adora was worried. A vacation would really do her some good. * * * * * * * * * * * * Glimmer and Adora went to Salineas the next morning to get Catra. They thought it was reasonable to assume she was still sleeping off the heat stroke at the palace.

“Nope, she took off before I woke up,” Mermista said flatly when they found her. “Sea Hawk tried to find her, but he’s not exactly subtle about it, so she probably had plenty of time to hide.”

“Great.” Adora sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’ll... track her down.”

“Tell her if she’s going to keel over to get out of my kingdom. She can die on Bright Moon’s turf.”

“Tell her not to die,” Glimmer added.

“Yes, and yes.”

Mermista pointed Adora in the direction of where they’d found Catra yesterday. She approached a half built house, quietly climbing up the ladder at the side and finding Catra working on the roofing.

“Seriously?” she asked, resting her arms on the edge of the roof. Catra looked up, surprised.

“What?”

She looked exhausted, her face flushed red. Adora sighed. “Are you coming home any time soon?”

“Yeah, yeah.” She went back to work, distracted. “Sorry, I dunno what happened yesterday.”

“You made yourself sick working in the sun all day.”

“Sea Hawk overreacted.” Catra waved Adora off. “He’s just scared you’d kill him if you found he let me overwork myself.”

“Sooooo you’re admitting it?”

“No, that’s just his logic.”

Adora shook her head. “Come on, take the day off and come home. I wanna talk to you about something.”

“I really need to finish this.”

There was a weird moment where Adora thought she understood how Catra had felt for years. Catra had been working nonstop on Salineas for a month, and Adora was starting to feel a little ignored.

But she also understood Catra’s side. She took a deep breath, hauling herself up onto the roof and crawling over to Catra, gently putting her hand on Catra’s and stopping the hammer. “Hey. I get it, okay? But you’re not responsible for fixing all of Salineas.”

“Actually, I kind of am,” Catra replied bitterly. She was far too warm for it to be comfortable.

“I’m pretty sure Hordak could stand to take a little more responsibility than he has.” Adora couldn’t help but be a bit bitter about that. He had mostly stayed in Dryl, working with Entrapta on tech that would help with the rebuilding process. And that was great and all, but it wasn’t much compared to Catra being out here every day working herself half to death.

Catra let out a long sigh, finally relaxing her hand. “I just... need to do this, Adora. Okay?”

“I get that, but you don’t need to do it at the expense of your own health. And yes, I know I’m a hypocrite. But I’m worried about you.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” Adora squeezed her hand. “And that’s okay. Have you eaten anything?”

“No.” The honesty was nice.

“Did you skip eating because you felt sick?” Catra nodded. “Okay. So... you can leave with me, or Mermista can wash you out to sea so you don’t die in her kingdom.”

Catra looked around, and sighed, finally nodding. “Okay. Let’s go.”

Getting her back to solid ground was a bit dicey, but she held herself up and managed to walk back to the palace without much help.

“She lives,” Mermista said dryly when they arrived back at the palace. Glimmer smiled, although she couldn’t hide her worry.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m fine.” Catra smothered a yawn, scrubbing her eyes.

“Picture of health all right,” Mermista deadpanned. “Look, you built like, an entire neighborhood on your own. Come back when you’re not burning up.”

Glimmer rested a hand on Catra’s shoulder, wincing when she felt the heat radiating off of her. Adora took a moment to whisper, “Thank you for taking care of her,” to Mermista. The princess shrugged.

“Yeah, you know. Whatever.”

Catra was not happy with the teleport back to Bright Moon. Glimmer put them close enough to the bed so she could drop straight onto it, groaning. Good luck, the queen mouthed before disappearing. Adora went to the bathroom, wet a washcloth with cold water, and returned to the bed, resting the cloth on the back of Catra’s neck. She shivered.

“Cold.”

“Yes, because you’re burning hot.” Adora settled in next to her. “So, I had an idea, and I already know you’re going to argue with it, but hear me out.” Catra hummed in affirmation. “I was thinking we should take some time off. You and me. I was thinking traveling, but now I’m thinking maybe go visit Frosta and spend a week in the snow.”

“Oh hell no,” Catra muttered. “I am not going anywhere with snow. That’s where I draw the line.”

“But you’re agreeing to the vacation?”

“I dunno.” Catra raised her head. “When? Can it wait until Salineas is-”

“No.” Adora gently clasped Catra’s face in her hands. “I know this is hard for you, but you can’t hurt yourself trying to fix things. That won’t accomplish anything, and nobody wants to see you hurting, not even Mermista.”

Catra looked ready to argue, but something in her expression flickered. “You’re willing to take time off just to do nothing?”

“Not nothing. To spend time with you. We can hold each other accountable. You keep me strapped down, and I’ll lie on top of you to make sure you don’t run off to Salineas.”

Tears slowly filled Catra’s eyes, and Adora panicked for a moment before Catra spoke. “You’d... really take time off to spend time with me?”

“Of course.” Adora kissed her gently. “I love you, Catra. And I know we’ve been through a lot and done a lot that doesn’t really... support that, and I want to prove it now. And I want to take care of you.”

The moment of silence between them was comfortable. The same silence they could have spent hours in at one point in their lives. “I love you too,” Catra finally murmured. “Maybe taking some off to spend together wouldn’t be so bad. If only to see you try and relax.”

“Ha. Ha.” Adora grabbed the washcloth and began gently wiping Catra’s face. “Glimmer gave us a month, but I’m pretty sure she’ll be happy if we want to take more. Let’s start with getting you better, then we can figure out what we want to do from there. Okay?”

“Yeah.” Catra snuggled into Adora’s chest, taking a deep breath. “That sounds good.”

It had worked. Adora couldn’t believe it. “So uh... I’m doing this relationship thing pretty good, huh?”

Catra snorted, reaching up to push her face away. “Get over yourself.”

#catradora #catradora fic #Mystery Person #Sam Answers #askbox fic

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auty-ren · 4 years

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Could I request Boba Fett with #70: “It’s lonely here without you.”and #49: “You have no idea what you do to me.” 💕 Im good with smut if you find it fits! }:}

A/n: This is for all my Soft Boba Hoes out there. We even get to see some of it from Boba's perspective! Its soft hours 12/10. Enjoy💕

Warnings: Smut (Biting. Groping. Pet names. Penetrative sex. Hair pulling. Some dirty talk. A (1) spank). Hurt/comfort. Angst. YEARNING. Sad feelings. I kinda broke my own heart y'all NGL.

Wanted

"It's lonely here without you.”

You raked your fingers through the short tendrils of his hair, watching as he turned his head to face you.

“I try so hard to come and see you, Cyar'ika.”

Boba admitted quietly, leaning forward to place a soft kiss to your lips. He continued to pepper you with kisses, his lips warm and wet as they dragged across your skin. Heat flooded your cheeks when he reached your neck, his lips smacking lightly as he sucked marks into the delicate skin. He moved from his spot beside you to hover over you, giving him better access to your throat.

“Boba,” you sighed as your eyes slipped closed, relishing in the feeling of his body pressed against yours. He continued his assault on your neck, moving down to your chest, his lips brushing lightly against the top of your breasts.

You could feel him in between your legs, hot and heavy even after the thourough fucking he just gave you. You giggled as you felt him rub against your thigh, his hips seeking friction in order to alleviate himself.

He could be completely insatiable sometimes.

“Something funny, Baby Girl?” He murmured against your skin, his eyes looking up at you through the length of his lashes, he had that same cocky grin he had flashed you hundreds of times.

“Nope.” You pouted at him, batting your eyes a couple of times for good measure.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” He growled, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your breast.

You gasped at the rough treatment, your head thrown back in an airy laugh as he continued to leave dark marks along the valley between your breasts. His greedy hands groped and squeezed at your tits. You moaned as his mouth found your nipple, rolling his tongue around the pert flesh before he sucked it into his mouth. You choked out a mewl as his teeth closed around the tender skin, pulling up slightly only so he could let go and watch your chest bounce. He repeated the same action with your other breast, a smile spreading across his lips as he watched you squirm.

“You like that, Baby Girl?”

Before you could even think of a snarky remark, he pulled you into a searing kiss as he arms snaked around your middle. His lips devoured yours like he was starving and you were the only thing that satisfied him. He left your head spinning and dizzy from his kisses but you only craved him more, fighting him for dominance as you deepened the kiss.

You broke away with a yelp as he picked you up, expertly using all his strength to haul the two of you up into a kneeling position. He held you against him, his arms around your waist as he pressed your body into his. You brought both your hands up to cradle his face, your thumb rubbing gently across his cheek.

“On your stomach, Baby Girl.” He ordered as his hands fell from your waist to grope and pinch at the swell of your ass.

He moved off the bed for a moment while you turned to lay flat on your stomach, tucking your arms into your chest. You turned to look back at him as he kneeled between your legs, reaching over you to grab one of the pillows beside your head. With one hand he grip your hips, pulling them up far enough he could place the pillow under you. He pushed your thighs apart, putting your dripping pussy on display for his hungry eyes. You heard him groan, low and deep within his chest as you felt the cool air tickling your wet lips. Wiggling a little under his grasp, you bounced your hips slightly to catch his attention, your cunt becoming dangerously close to rubbing against him.

“Behave.”

He gave you a swift smack to the ass, his hand caressing your stinging skin while the other wandered up the expanse of your back. He wasted no more time, his cock pushed into you and your back arched in response. He sheathed himself completely inside you, splitting you open and you fluttered around his thick cock. Boba grunted a curse and leaned his body over yours, resting his weight on his hands next to your head. He set a steady rhythm, his hips snapping into yours with a force that knocked the breath out of your lungs.

He was filling you completely, stretching you open with a delicious pull that sparked a heat in your belly. Each plunge of his hips fanning the flame until it was a blaze inside of you, threatening to consume you whole. You keened as his thrusts increased, his hand coming to grab a fistful of your hair, giving him better leverage as he pounded into you.

“You're so perfect, Baby Girl.” He growled in your ear, and the praise went straight to your throbbing cunt.

You felt like you were going to combust, your whole body tingling with white-hot pleasure. You whimpered as you grind your hips back to meet his thrusts, chasing the impending crash of your orgasm. Boba sat up behind you, gripping your hips with a steel like force and angled his thrusts to hit deeper inside you. You nearly screamed when he rubbed against that heavenly spot inside of you, your pussy gushing over his cock as he continued his relentless assault. Your cunt spasmed around him as the coil in your belly snapped, your body seizing up as pleasure tingled through every nerve in your body. Your senses were overloaded with nothing but Boba, the thrust of his hips, the sound of his skin slapping against yours. The smell of him flooded your nose and reminded you of nothing but home.

He nearly collapsed against you, caging you between his body and the mattress as the final embers of your orgasm tore through you. He faltered slightly as he kept thrusting into you, his breath hitching at the feeling of your pussy milking his cock. He let out a noise in the back of his throat, his hips stilling as he emptied himself inside you.

“You're gonna be the death of me.” He grunted out after a while, his forehead laid against you, trying to catch his breath. You hummed, wincing slightly as he pulled out of you and moved to lay back down beside you.

You were surrounded by silence for a while, the only sound being the gentle back and forth of your breathing. You turned on to your side, your hand drifting over to trace lightly across the skin of his arm. He looked at you, his gaze travelling down to where your fingers were drawing circles. He grabbed your wrist, his hold firm and warm as he brought your knuckles up to his lips. His gaze burned into you as his lips planted gentle kisses along your skin.

“Are you going to stay?”

You knew what his answer would be, it was the same every time he visited you. Still, part of you held on to the glimmer of hope that he would change his mind, that he wouldn't be gone by the time you woke the next morning.

He paused for a moment, giving your knuckles one last kiss before he let go of your wrist.

“We'll see, Cyar'ika.”

Your nickname rolled off his tongue of a hint of sweetness, making your chest swell with emotion. You brought your fingers to face, gentle tracing along the edge of his jaw, the slight stubble tickling the tips of your fingers.

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You looked at him like he was the only person that mattered in the whole Galaxy, and it shattered his soul into a million pieces. You were so beautiful and kind, he knew there was no room for someone like him in your life. No matter how much he ached to be by your side, he pushed you away every time, hoping you would learn to forget about him. Each time he knocked on your door he swore to himself it would be the last, but he just couldn't bring himself to break your heart. So he came back and indulged in the lie that this was meant to be, soaking up every ounce of you until he forgot everything else.

In the morning he would go like he always did, leaving you behind before the suns of this planet even broke the horizon. And a piece of him would get chipped away, left behind to sit and wait with you until he came around again. He didn't think he would ever be able to let you go and it wasn't fair, not to him or you. But every time he tried to force himself to do it, to break you to the point of no repair so you could move on with your life, he couldn't do it. He would never dare hurt you and you knew that. You looked up at him with those big beautiful eyes, tears threatening to spill over and he back-pedaled, every ounce of resolve he had built up crumbling at the thought of you hurting because of him. Even now as you laid tight against his chest, your nose buried in his neck and your arm wrapped around him, he felt everything melt away until there was nothing but you. Your breath finally evened out and your limbs became heavy, signalling that you had finally fallen asleep.

He ran his fingers through your hair, trying to memorize how soft it felt for when he conjured up memories of you to keep his loneliness at bay. You were one of the few things that kept him going, when he was beaten and exhausted from chasing bounties across the Galaxy he dreamt of you. Those nights were filled with memories of your warm and gentle touch, lulling him to sleep even when you were light-years away.

He dreaded having to untangle himself from your limbs and leave you cold and alone in just a few short hours. But he tried not to dwell too much on that thought. Even if it was a lie and even if it was just for tonight, he could imagine you were truly his, which was all he really wanted.

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