#n his skin tone????? i just >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> screams abt it

[saatorus]

hiiii i got an idea

idk if uve seen those tiktoks of usher feeding cherries to ppl inthe audience. but its soo hot and their making eye contact n everything. and usher gets shy lmfaoo. u should do the same scenario but w gojo, geto, and ur favs. afterwards he cant stop thinking abt u n shit. anyways just an idea u could play with,, love uu

wc — 2.4k

warnings — suggestiveness, sukuna is slightly insane

pairings — satoru gojo, suguru geto, ryomen sukuna

authors note: omg my first request ever... i hope i did you justice anon, i saw this yesterday at the gym and came home and immediately cooked this up

Gojo Satoru:

Satoru Gojo is known for his almost intimate shows—

Velvet lights, huge crowds swaying with the music, and Satoru in all his sexy glory. Truly, his stylists did him good. White shirt unbuttoned halfway, black slacks hugging his thighs—he’s gonna be trending on Twitter by tomorrow—mic held loose in one hand, confidence dripping off him like sweat. He sings like he’s talking to each and every person in the audience, every lyric of one of his more sultrier songs dipped in flirtation.

Another thing about him is that the man is shameless. Shameless in the sense that he’d flirt with fans, write the filthiest lyrics known to man but somehow make it sound like he’s not, purposely take off his shirt on stage, making the large screen behind him fill up with the view of his toned body—you can imagine the rest.

So it’s no surprise that at the end of each concert, he goes around each of the areas of the concert hall, a small jar of candied cherries in hand, picking whoever caught his eye so that he could feed them one onstage—make them squirm under the weight of his gaze, laugh into the mic when they get shy, soak up the moment with a wink that turns into a trending edit by morning.

But tonight?

Tonight, he picks you.

You're near the front, tucked behind a group of louder fans who’ve been trying to catch his attention all night, clutching the edge of your bag with both hands and watching him like he’s some unreal mirage.

It’s that shyness that snags him.

He stops in front of you. Head tilted. His grin spreads slow. Smooth. Deadly.

“You,” he says into the mic, voice warm, lazy. “You’re pretty. Real pretty.”

The crowd screams. Your eyes widen. His gaze drops for just a second—his lashes flutter low—and you realize with a flush that he’s definitely giving your chest a once-over. Subtle. Calculated. Appreciative.

He laughs softly and leans in closer.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he teases. “You have to do it with me. C’mon—please?”

He says it so casually, but there’s something molten under the playfulness. And when he pops the lid of the cherry jar and plucks one out with two fingers, the mic dangles down and he’s not even talking anymore—just watching you.

Waiting.

You swallow, eyes flicking from the cherry to his face. He’s so close. Too close.

Still, you lean in.

You part your lips slow—tentative at first—and then shift. You don’t just take the cherry. No, something in you kicks in. Boldness, nerves, the power of the moment—you close your lips around his fingers. Barely brush your tongue against them as you take the cherry into your mouth.

The texture of the syrup. The heat of his skin. You draw back only slightly, lips glossy, chewing slow.

And God—Gojo freezes.

He blinks. The smile falters for half a second. His gaze drops to your mouth, then shoots back up to your eyes like he’s trying to play it off. But his whole body language shifts. His posture stiffens. Mic drops just a little. He clears his throat with a little laugh—but it’s cracked, breathier than usual.

He cannot stop looking at you.

His jaw ticks. You swear you see his pupils dilate, his throat bob with a swallow. His free hand flexes at his side like he doesn’t know what to do with it.

And then?

He doesn’t finish the rest of the cherry ritual.

He doesn’t go to the other areas.

He mutters something into the mic about an encore and disappears backstage the moment the lights dim—hand shielding his face, head ducked low, muttering something to his manager with flushed ears and a not-so-subtle bulge in his slacks that gets caught in one of the fan cams later.

You think that’s it.

But five minutes later, a staff member taps your shoulder and quietly escorts you through the back. Past hallways. Past doors.

He’s waiting.

Shirt undone, sweat still glistening on his chest, a water bottle barely touched on the table next to him. He looks up when you enter. Doesn’t say anything at first.

Just walks over, leans down—

And murmurs in your ear, voice playful and sexy;

“How do you feel about signing an NDA?”

--- Suguru Geto:

Geto Suguru is the quiet one.

Not the lead singer. Not the attention-grabbing, crowd-hyping frontman. That’s not his thing.

He’s the one who stands half in the shadows, guitar strapped low, head tilted down with damp hair hiding half his face. He rarely speaks on the mic—just plays with this eerie, precise, low-burning intensity that feels like it’s aimed straight at you.

And God, does it work.

His band, Black Vein, has this tradition. At every show, sometime between the second to last and the final song, one of the members will grab a cherry—candied, dark red, the kind that glistens in stage light—and pick a girl from the crowd to feed it to. It’s become their signature bit. Sensual. A little cocky. A little unhinged.

Choso makes it romantic somehow—flushed cheeks and all. Toji does it all the time. Grabs girls by the jaw like it’s nothing. He practically dry humps the air doing it.

But Suguru?

Never.

He’s never done it. Not once. He usually slips to the back of the stage, sipping water while his bandmates act feral. It’s part of his charm—he’s above all that. He’s mystery and tension and slow smirks that say nothing and everything at once.

So when the lights dim and the instrumental intro to the closing song starts pulsing, and the band steps forward for the bit—the crowd doesn’t even expect him to move.

Until he does.

Casually. Calmly. He walks to the front of the stage with a cherry between his fingers and says into the mic, low and smooth—

“Well… there seems to be someone I wanna do this with tonight.”

The venue explodes.

Girls are screaming. Everyone’s pushing forward, trying to figure out who he's looking at. Phones are raised, lights flashing—and you?

You just freeze.

Because he’s walking in your direction. Steps slow. Lazy. That half-smirk on his face like he already knows how this ends. His dark eyes sweep the barricade. Then stop. On you.

You point at yourself. Confused. “Me?” you mouth, totally in disbelief.

He snickers into the mic, head tilting.

“Yeah. You.”

Your heart jumps so hard it might crawl out of your mouth. You're just standing there, kind of tucked behind some taller people, clutching your little purse and screaming all the lyrics. Maybe crying during that one song from their old EP.

And yet here he is, crouching at the edge of the stage. Guitar still slung on his back. Arm rested on his knee. The cherry held between his inked fingers as he leans in, waiting.

And God help you—you do it.

You lean forward over the barricade, crowd pressing all around you, and you part your lips so slowly. You look up at him through your lashes as your mouth closes over the cherry. You barely brush his fingers with your lips, just a hint, just enough to make him suck in a breath through his nose.

And you don’t stop there.

You let the juice hit your tongue, sweet and syrupy, and then you lick your lips after. Purposefully. Not overly dramatic. Just slow. And prettily.

Geto’s jaw flexes.

His throat works around a swallow.

He shifts his stance—subtle, but anyone watching closely would see it.

He clears his throat once, stands, and doesn’t say anything else.

He plays the final song with his head down and his legs just a little too tightly together. Doesn’t come near the mic. Doesn’t join the final chorus chant like usual. The moment the song ends, he slings his guitar off and disappears backstage.

The video? Oh, it blows up.

“GETO FINALLY DOES THE CHERRY THING WTF”

“Geto Suguru was NOT okay after that girl ate the cherry like THAT”

“who is she. WHO. IS. SHE. I AM ON A QUEST.”

Twitter’s on fire. Edits are made in seconds. Someone zooms in on his face the second you lick your lips, slowing it down frame by frame. He tries to play it cool. Ignores the notifications blowing up his phone. But two hours later, after a shower and a silence that makes Toji tease him relentlessly, Geto finally gives in. He finds your Instagram—through the tagged posts, stories, some unhinged fanpages. Seems like one of your friends who was there with you owns one of the unhinged fanpages. You’re tagged in a blurry crowd pic with the caption “bro suguru is in love with her.”

And yeah. Maybe he is a little.

So he sends you a DM. No burner account. Full main. No shame.

s7guru:

so, u like cherries huh?

---

Ryomen Sukuna:

Ryomen Sukuna’s concerts aren’t about the music.

They’re about the experience. The chaos. The heat. The spectacle.

People don’t go to see Sukuna sing—they go to survive him.

He’s not just the frontman of Japan’s most feral alt-rock band—he’s a legend, a menace, a walking threat to public decency. He’s banned from three venues for “public indecency” (whatever that means), and fans still scream for tickets every time they go on sale.

Every night of the tour, he does something unpredictable.

Last week it was throwing water bottles into the pit and calling it “hydration slut time.” The night before, it was making out with a guy on stage, pulling back to say “don’t flatter yourself—it’s for those hoes obsessed with editin’ me on that damn tiktok app.” 

And tonight?

Tonight, the cherry jar’s already in his hand as he walks on stage. But there’s a twist.

“New rule,” he announces into the mic. His voice is raw and electric. “I’m not feeding anyone tonight.”

The crowd: BOOING.

Sukuna, grinning: “Unless one of you little brats thinks you can outdo me. I’m taking challengers.”

That’s the game.

He’s not just handing cherries out tonight. He’s challenging people. Playing seduction chicken.

One by one, fans are chosen. Sukuna feeds them a cherry, stares into their eyes, and waits to see who cracks first. He’s undefeated. Everyone laughs, giggles, or stumbles under the heat of his stare. He’s cocky. Cruel. Loving the control.

Until he picks you.

You’re already near the stage—dressed like you want to be seen. You’re here to enjoy the show. You didn’t expect him to choose you.

But when he locks eyes with you, something shifts.

He doesn’t smirk. Doesn’t wink.

He just… slows down. Tilts his head.

Like he’s studying you.

“You,” he says into the mic, voice lower now. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

He crouches again, holding the cherry between thumb and forefinger—close enough that you can smell the syrup. And the moment you meet his eyes?

You smirk. No nerves. No giggling. Just challenge.

And when he leans in to feed it to you, you part your lips—slowly—and let the cherry slide in, tongue curling around the stem as you suck it out of his fingers with the kind of mouth porn precision that is described in those tumblr fanfictions with a large NSFW minors don't interact slapped across the top of the post.

You keep your eyes on him the entire time.

You’re not blushing. You’re not breaking. You’re performing.

And he’s the one who stumbles.

Sukuna blinks. Swears under his breath. His hand flexes. The mic dips for a second.

“Fuck—” he mutters, voice nearly cut off by the mic.

He stands up too fast. Walks off to the side of the stage. The band scrambles to cover for him while he adjusts himself hard behind one of the amps, hands in his pockets, jaw clenched.

He misses the next two cues. Doesn’t return for the finale.

The crowd loses their shit—thinking he got mad. But the clip goes viral instantly on twitter.

“SUKUNA GETS OUT-SLUTTED FOR THE FIRST TIME??? 😳

“he literally disappeared after she did that 😭😭”

The TikTok comments go feral:

“WHO IS SHE.”

“no because she didn’t even flinch.”

“no way mans needed a breather after a girl slurped a cherry.”

“he’s so down bad he ghosted his own concert.”

He doesn’t find you. He tracks you down.

Like in person. Like a menace.

Two days after the concert, you’re chilling at a cafe quite close to where the venue for his concert was, absolutely not thinking he’d ever show up.

And then?

You hear boots.

Heavy. Loud. Confident.

You look up.

And there he is.

Sukuna. In real life. In daylight.

Hair messier. Tattoos peeking from a loose hoodie. No stage lights. No screaming fans. Just him. 

And you. He’s got the same feral look in his eyes, but it’s worse now. Personal.

“So this is where you hide,” he says, like you owe him something. “Sucked one cherry and dipped like it didn’t mean shit?”

You blink. “I… What the fuck?”

He scoffs, hands in his pockets, all cocky swagger as he steps closer.

“I’ve been thinking about it for 48 hours straight. I left mid-song. Got chewed out by management. You think I’m gonna just move on?”

Turns out he asked security for the footage.

Got your face from the close-ups.

Zoomed in on your wrist band.

Tracked you through mutuals and tagged photos from fans at the show.

He even bribed a guy at the venue with signed merch to get the ticket name list.

For God’s sake he ended up somehow getting in contact with a friend of yours who told him that you usually lounge around this cafe on your free days to get some studying in (after he gruffly messaged her and explained he only had good intentions).

He did all that. Just to find you.

Why?

Because he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about the look in your eyes. The way your lips wrapped around the cherry like you probably would look way better with your lips around his cock—

He leans in close—way too close for a casual chat.

“You came to my show, played my game, and walked away like you didn’t just fuck with my head.”

His voice drops lower.

“So. You gonna fix that, or what?”

[honeysmoonn]

just the sweetest thought of drawing on luke’s back…

warnings: use of y/n once, barley any dialogue, flufffff

a/n: oh lord… this was meant to be very short but i got carried away😭i hope to improve my writing skills in the near future! pls lmk how you feel abt this and pls pls sent requests!!!

sneaking out past curfew was against camp rules, everyone knew this. but luke was a counselor, couldn’t he get a free pass to see his girlfriend? you and him thought yes. there were countless nights the two of you had either snuck out to sit by the lake or venture to each others cabin for the night just to have to sneak out early the next morning.

of course, all this sneaking around had its moments of regret. once you had comfortably situated yourself beside luke when a kid woke up claiming she had a headache. in the dim lighting of the cabin at night all she could see was the unfamiliar silhouette of a woman in luke’s bed. she let out a scream, calling for luke, claiming there was a “scary lady” in his bed only to find luke laying next to said scary lady. the two of you tried your best to keep her from waking the others, but it was too late. the once calm hermes cabin was bustling with fearful campers. you were quick to jump out of the bed and assured everyone that you were not there to hurt them, the girl raised an eyebrow at you.

it was unfortunate, but you and luke were forced to reveal your secret to the hermes children. on the bright side, neither of you had to worry about someone seeing you now.

tonight, you drug you slippered feet over the dirt path leading to the hermes cabin wearing a sweatshirt that wasn’t your own snd that smelt like campfire smoke and wood. it was a size too big for your frame, but like has left it over in your cabin too many times to be an accident so you decided to keep it.

everyone was already sleeping, everyone but luke. he sat on his bed impatiently waiting for you to show up. it had become second nature to the two of you, and luke could barley lay down without the comfort of you beside him. his ears had become ultra sensitive to any sounds, waiting to hear the familiar gentle knock on the window closest to his bed; yet the only noise was the soft snoring or the rustling of bedsheets from the other hermes children sleeping soundly.

his hands found their way to a battered and bruised notebook sitting on his bedside table. you, apollos daughter, the artist, had left your notebook in luke’s room once again. to you, it was a simple and annoying show of your own forgetfulness. but to luke it was so much more. at lunch in the mess hall you would often sketch, but you didn’t let anyone see it. to be honest, luke did really want to see what you were up to all this time but he respected your decision for privacy. but this, your notebook in his room meant (at least to him) that you trusted him. and that’s what mattered most to him.

a short and simple sound of three knocks on the glass window made luke immediately jump up. your figure stood outside the window and his face got red and hot upon seeing his big hoodie over your body. his hands move almost like clockwork as they unlock the window and slide it up, taking a moment to look down at you. you smiling up at him, you who already knows what he’s about to say.

“the doors unlocked, y’know.” he says in a hushed tone as his hand reached out to you. “always is for you.”

you smiled up at him, taking his and in yours. “i know,” once inside luke didn’t waste anytime before pulling you into his strong and comfortable embrace.

“i missed you.” he mumbled into your hair, pressing ghosts of kisses against your skin. his delicate hands expertly traveled down your body to rest on your waist. “i’m literally like, crazy for you, girl.” in between his words like couldn’t stop pressing kisses to your forehead as he pulled you down to the mattress.

a muffled groan came from only one bunk down, causing you to stifle your breaths. luke’s love struck eyes looked up at you as he situated himself on top of the thin sheets. “i’m crazy for you, too.” you pressed a kiss onto the space where his skin and think shirt met, a silent gesture that luke immediately followed up to, peeling the material from his body.

even after months of dating luke still fell victim to the way your eyes graced his body. he felt as if he was one of the gods the children at camp worshipped from the way you kissed all the right spots and told him all the right things. son of theives, and yet you were still the one who stole his heart.

luke went to lay on his stomach, the way he always did with you. but instead of you under him, he frowned when you didn’t lay next to him. “baby,” he whined in a sleepy voice and you felt your heart flutter.

“you trust me, right?” you fingers gently traces the muscles around his shoulders. truth be told, luke trusted you with his life. if the world was crumbling to the ground you would be the one luke would run to. the stars could fall from the sky at any moment and luke would grab them and give them to you. if he had the power, he would make you a goddess. he trusted you to be a better immortal than any of them ever had.

he nodded. “of course, always.”

you hummed a soft response. luke wanted to stay awake, he wanted to see what you had in store for him, but with sleep threatening to plague his mind and the comforting feeling of you sitting on his back was enough to knock him out for the night.

there was no such thing as sleeping in while living in the hermes cabin, so luke rose as the sun did. not to his surprise, you had slipped out the door before he could kiss you good night.

if it weren’t for chirons glares or the endless jokes from the hermes kids and your half-siblings, you would spend every night with luke, really.

and yet this morning luke woke up to the right side of his bed empty and a post it note stuck to his forehead. the yellow paper read: “you fell asleep before i left, see you tomorrow xoxo” reading it made luke feel weak with admiration, he carefully folded up the paper and slid it into his pillowcase.

sun shone through the tallest tree tops down onto camp half blood as the early risers began to scatter themselves across camp, participating in multiple activities. the weekend were always dullers, yet far more calm then the usual routine of the regular week. one of the preferred activities for some of the older campers was the occasional weekend getaway to the lake. there was a secluded lake clearing just a small walk off from the path, hidden deep in the woods; but the older ones liked to take their own days off, basking in the sand or wading in the cool water.

today, both you and luke had been invited by clarisse to spend the day together at the clearing. you obviously agreed, and you spent the whole morning packing a day backpack for yourself and luke, filled with water bottles and snacks and towels, not forgetting luke’s favorite bikini of yours wore under your camp shirt and cutoff denim shorts.

just before the clock struck 9am, luke found himself waiting for you to finish doing your hair before heading out for the day. “i dunno,” you continued you rambling to your boyfriend as he admired you through the mirror. “maybe sword fighting isn’t for everyone. especially not me, i mean, archery i can do. hand to hand, yeah sure. but sword fighting.” after making sure your hair was suitable for swimming and sitting in the sun all day you turned to luke, who looked at you as if you had just graced him with the blessing of the sun.

“i think your good.” he shrugged, picking up your backpack and slinging it over his shoulder, his hand locking with yours out of instinct as you began to walk.

you shoved his shoulder playfully. “you’re my boyfriend, you have to say that.” he sent you a grin back.

the walk to the clearing was peaceful. birds singing to each other while butterflies told secrets to the flowers. as you got closer you could already hear the joyful sound of your friends laughing and already playing in the water.

walking out of the forest onto the rocky ground you and luke were immediately greeted by chris, dean, and clarisse with smiles and laughter. while you hugged your friends hello luke took the liberty of taking your light yellow beach towel and lay it out for you for later. of course, he knew you better than you knew yourself, and he knew that right after you exited the cool and refreshing water your body would shiver and he would be the one to wrap you in his arms to warm you up.

leaving your tee shirt and shorts of the rocks you patiently waited for luke to do the same. he made a silly face then shed the layer of cloth covering his chest.

much to his surprise, chris and dean burst out into laughter. luke’s brow furrowed. “what?” he looked to you for reassurance, and you just smiled.

“i think you got a little something on your back, luke.” chris snickered while clarisse shoved him roughly, that shut him up. luke craned his neck, trying to see what was on him.

you grabbed his shoulders and turned his back to you. his skin was tan from the summer sun, but on top of that was an array of doodles and drawings that covered him from his shoulders to lower back. his muscled back was now delicately traced over with by flowers and stars. the sun and moon kissing each other good night. in your mind it had been you and luke.

luckily, your friend blair came equipped with her own digital camera. “oh! y/n, luke, smile!” she exclaimed. you smiled at the camera with a hand on luke’s shoulder, his back was to the camera but the tattoos decorating his skin were radiant in the sunlight leaking through the trees. it hadn’t been your intention to draw on luke’s back, but once you started you couldn’t stop, artistic mind letting all your emotions fade onto luke’s shoulders and spine. you drew you and him as flowers, as trees, as stars. there was always an invisible string tying the two of you together throughout every universe, every life time.

blair was convincing enough to have chiron to let her print the photos from that day at the clearing. she gifted you and luke the best photo of you posing next to your art, luke’s hand in yours and you grinned happily. after spending another night in luke’s bed, you left the photo on his nightstand.

he hung the photo on his wall next to his pillow to remind him of not only how talented you were, but how much you loved him, to be able to grace him with your talent.

[maitadori]

LATE TO THE EVENT nsfw jing yuan x afab!reader

word count : 1.2k

summary : in which you struggle with your zipper and ask your husband for help, big mistake, really.

content / cw : somewhat smut, grinding, implied sexual intercourse at the end, cocky smug jing yuan (hes so annoying i love him), he’s soooo whipped for you

a/n : u mfs blew my jing yuan drabble up quickkkk wayyyy faster than my blade, like wtfff. y’all do not play abt this man

DARK CONTENT BLOGS PLZ DNI!!!

"beloved," comes one knock, "you're taking an awfully long time in there. what's holding you up?" another knock.

it's not until he's rapping his fist against the wooden door twice more that you finally speak up. "don't worry about it! just know i'll be out in a second, okay?"

your voice is muffled, but even then, jing yuan could still sense a tinge of panic in your tone.

behind the closed door your muttering curses as you strain your arms to try and lift your zipper.

"dammit..." you mutter, letting go of your dress and stretching once your arms starts to cramp.

you don't want to try too hard, you're out of breath and you might pull a muscle if you go any further.

"beloved, you're scaring me. can i come in?"

"no!!" you exclaim before you can think.

it's not that you didn't want him to come in, you just really wanted your look to be a surprise. when you picked out this dress, you were blown away at how nice it looked on you.

it was a white skin tight dress that hugged your figure in a way that made you look enticing. the straps were thin and your breasts sit in it perfectly.

you were a humble, modest person. but seeing yourself in the reflection, you couldn't help the slight ego boost you got.

you really wanted to see his reaction to your look. and if he came in now, that'd ruin everything.

"okay i'm coming in." he tries to turn the knob only to jiggle it and find out it was locked.

you anticipated that'd happened and fortunately planned ahead.

"jing yuan, i'm fine, i promise! just something with my makeup. i'll be done in a second."

you turn your back to the mirror and turn your chin over your shoulder to look at the reflection in hopes of getting a better look at the object of your annoyance.

"beloved, i know how to pick locks." his tone is arrogant and smug, like it usually is when he wants to show off.

you scoff, tugging on your zipper, successfully getting it up about halfway before you relent.

"if i let you in, promise you won't look?"

"that's like asking me not to breathe."

"jing yuan!"

"okay okay. i won't look. an odd request, but i'll listen."

you can't bring yourself to believe him fully but you unlock the door anyways. it creaks open slowly and you peek past the door to see him covering his eyes with his hands.

he hears the quiet scream of the door and tries to peek through his fingers, but can you really call yourself his spouse if you didn't know him? you slap your hands over his to cover his sight further before he could look.

"jing yuan!"

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry! can you really blame me? i want to see you."

"you can... soon. just.. do me a favor first." your hands cautiously drop from their place over his, "you can't look!"

"i won't!"

you try not to stare at his attire, his matching white suit. he was too attractive for his own good, instead you give him a disdainful look he can't see, and guide his hands away from his eyes. "keep 'em closed."

"i know," he groans, exasperated.

you guide his hands to your zipper, watching his face like a hawk. you slowly turn towards the mirror, your back to him, and keep an eye on his face through the reflection.

"can you zip me up?"

his hands are huge and warm. he splays them across your back under the guise of stabilizing his fingers on the small zipper— but with the way he's caressing your skin, you question if he's doing it on purpose.

he finds the zipper successfully, yet his wandering hands don't cease. your eyes close on instinct, like they always do under his touch, and you sigh blissfully. you know this is bad, and you know you might be falling under his trap— like you always do— but he’s your husband, and he knows you like the back of his hand.

his lips kiss your head and your eyes fly open to see him— as you suspected— meet your gaze in the mirror, eyes open and expression gloating.

"jing yuan!!!" you exclaim, struggling to get out of the hold he puts you in, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulls you into his chest. you lift your hand and try to cover his eyes, but he only chuckles and grabs your wrist, using his free hand to grab your chin and lock your lips.

"you're so gorgeous," he mutters, leaning down into your neck to kiss any spot he can get his lips on.

"you weren't supposed to see!! it was supposed to be a surprise…”

his finger finds your zipper once more and relief fills your body. he tugs it up a bit and you assume he's quitting the act.

how foolish of you.

the hug of your dress loosens on your body as jing yuan tugs the zipper down in quick succession. a shrill gasp leaves your lips. your straps slip down your shoulders and you quickly hold your arms over your chest before the air kisses your breasts.

"you— i cant believe you...! we have an event to go to!! one that's dedicated to you!!" you glare at him through the mirror, blatantly ignoring the way he’s checking you out, eyes dark and full of lust.

"when i have someone as hot as you wearing something this sexy right in front of me, how do you expect me to think about anything else?" he's guiding you to lean against the sink, placing kisses on any patch of skin that your dress doesn't cover.

your quick breaths get replaced with whimpers as he sucks blemishes into your shoulder. your mind hazes and you can't bring it in yourself to protest.

"jing yuan... we're gonna be late!! seriously!"

he hums, muttering a quiet that's okay, i'm the general so who'll speak against me? it had a cocky timbre to it that made you bristle.

he managed to bend you over the sink, hands on your hips as he starts to grind you against him. your breath falters and your eyes momentarily roll back. it didn’t take long for you to yield and you hate yourself for it.

the feeling of his semi-hard cock rubbing against you has breathy whines leaving your lips, along with a small string of quiet sir sir, sir!!’s

his lips leave your body and he’s leaning up, not stopping the grinding of your clothed sex against him. you can feel a wet spot forming and a pang of anger fills you once you realize your husband’s horniness will be the ruin of this gorgeous dress.

you try to take on a commanding tone, as if you weren’t just moaning out for him, “we have to go the event!! y—you hear me!? i’m… not gonna let you ruin this dress!!” but he bunches your dress up to your waist, the fabric of his pants rub against your covered clit and you’re instantly putty against the sink.

jing yuan ignores your words, and you can tell from the indicating sound of his belt unbuckling.

“jing yuan!!!!”

“i don’t want anyone else seeing you in this dress,” is all he says before he’s pushing your panties to the side. “we’ll go after i’m done with you, ‘kay?”

“i can’t believe you!!!”

jing yuan taglist : @ceylestia @comettheasteroid @voidsatoru @blazervain @meaningofaeons some of u i couldn’t tag sorrryyyy

if u wanted to be added to my taglist, just ask!!!

[yestrday]

ok so maybe you're gonna get tired of the whole bodyparts academy au BUT I've been brainrotting so hard my brain is like melting out of my ears dawg... i gotta get this out of my system or it WILL consume me... you know aethers like outfit?? his abdomen area(? idk waht its called english hard lol) hasnt left my mind its just/?!?!?!?! THE WAIST????? (men and their slutty waists smh) it just looks sooo good I want to bite and like put my hands on him and just manhandle him grraravdjñ, SO LIKE just imagine academy au mc jus kind of like obsessed with his abdomen area (again sorry dont know what its called 😭) who just coincidentally has their hands on his waist like ALL the time, and im just so curious abt how aether would react, would he show off?? would he be shy??? would he be running laps and screaming??? (idk how to end this im sorry words aren't wording how they should lmaoo)

the unbelievably deep sigh i just had when I saw this ask. and yet here I am, the sucker and fool. ready to do anything for genshin men and their impeccable body measurements.

i actually wrote something like this already 😭but I wanted to cop a feel for academy aether's tummy too yknow? or maybe I just cannot control myself when it comes to the twins

you might like: teyvat! aether and his little tummy <;33

oh, please. aether knows he's pretty. he is lumine's twin brother, after all! even before coming to this school he's turned heads left and right, so surely he could use his good looks to seduce the person of his dreams, right?

wrong.

whenever you snatch him by the waist, it’s protectiveness and not the perverted fondling he’d rather you’d do to him. aether is, after all, cute and petite. he looks like he can be easily overpowered by any of the students here and you just have that natural urge to protect him! you don’t know that aether can easily oneshot most of your harem members, but even if you did, what exactly would change?

when aether skips over to your side, you smile fondly at him and hug him by the waist to your side. it gets his heart pumping whenever you do that, hiding his flushed face behind his textbooks so you won’t suspect a thing. disappointment always floods his insides when you look at him like a brother and not a potential love interest. your waist is so small! you say like a naggy mother. you have to eat more!

it’s frustrating! lumine has to watch his brother scream into his pillow every night from her side of the room. she rolls over and tries to drown out his screams with a pillow.

“aether!” you one day call out to him. your bright smile once again beckons him to your side. he yelps when you slide a firm hand around his waist and pull him to your lap. his cheeks flush when hug him closer to your chest, and it takes everything out of him not to squirm. “i’ve got something to show you!” your breath tickles his ear and sends tingles down his spine. 

shuddering out a sigh, he forces a shaky grin as he tries his best to look enthusiastic. “is this about the anime you sent me last week?” you brighten up at his remembrance and chatter on and on to him. he makes his remarks too, fueling the conversation, and as it goes on your hands continue to rover about his abdomen. you’re such a mean senior, not even noticing the bright red blush on his face! was this on purpose? it has to be!

a single feather-like stroke of his abdomen sends him shuddering and keeling over. he gasps into your collarbone, hiding his blush and heart-eyed expression. “you’re so mean, senpai,” he whimpers into your skin. “teasing me like this...”

“i-i’m sorry...” the tension of the situation has now finally dawned on you, and you blush when you feel aether’s lips quivering on your skin. “i didn’t realize that...”

your words trail off as temptation seizes your hand to feel up his abdomen once more. toned as they were, the curves seemed so tiny and fragile as they fit into your hands. a lean and slender body, yet supple enough to serve as canvas for your marks...

ah, no! what kind of senior are you, teaching such lecherous thoughts of your junior! and yet... and yet...! your eyes dart to the corner, where the blonde student is currently shaking in your grasp. the cute and helpful transfer student who you viewed as a brother now looked more and more like prey in your hands. you gulp.

“i’m sorry, aether,” you whisper, sending an excited rush through his body. “but you look so pretty now...”

his tongue feels like lead as it quivers in his mouth, but when you settle him down on the couch and hover above him, he giggles like the closeted perverted maniac that he is.

“no worries, senpai ♡~” he laughs, bringing you closer by the neck. “make sure to appreciate me more okay?”

perhaps he’ll start rolling up his uniform after this, just to make the rest of your harem jealous ☆

[l0vergirlatheart]

FALLEN!

c.w // death mention(s), yan. behavior

inspo; @sheepispink's post (link)

a/n; i did not forget abt this whattt

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LOCATION: THE CHASM

The air nipping across his features, and whipping his hair around. It hit across his face, and in his eyes, which were now slowly closing. He was falling, and he awaited death.

Bonanus, Megnogias... Indarias, Bosacius... I'm sorry. I wasn't strong enough for you. I wasn't the best friend you all deserved, and yet I was the last one. You all deserved so much better. And I'm sorry, Your Grace, for I wont be able to worship you any longer. Thank you, for using me as your vessel, even if it was for a short time. He thought, as he continued to fall into the darkness, sinking deeper and deeper until he finally hit something, and passed out.

LOCATION: YOUR HOME

His eyes fluttered open as he woke up, and he felt someone's gaze watching him.

"Are you awake yet?" A voice asked, and it felt familiar to him. He knew it from somewhere, or some time, and after a while of thinking he remembered. It was the voice that came with the shining stars calling for him, the moment he became a vessel, and- oh my archons, it was you! He put the pieces together rather quickly, and he star straight up while looking around just to see you.

"Your Grace?" Xiao exclaimed, eyes widened in shock.

"Huh?" You said, startled by his sudden movement.

"H-how did I get here?" He said, staring at you. You shifted a bit under his gaze, after all, you would too if a character from a video game that you normally played and was known for being ruthless with their enemies without usually any sympathy. You took a deep breath to steady yourself, and you were ready to explain.

"I was playing a game, in which you're a character in and-" You started, but he cut you off. (in the most respectful way he could, of course.)

"I, I know about all the teyvat-is-a-video-game stuff." He admitted, ad you were surprised, of course. You let out and 'oh.' and continued.

"I was walking around my house-" You motioned around you, "-and I heard a whoosh sound, but really loud and annoying. I looked up and there was just a big dark portal-like hole above me. I move away from under it of course, lord knows what it does, and then BAM! You fell back-first onto my couch." You finished explaining, and he was in shock for a while. A portal came out of nowhere and just decided to bless him by dropping him into your world, your house, and in your presence nonetheless? He could only nod, and you stood there in an awkward silence. Well, it was awkward to you, Xiao was too busy staring at you, and he only just started admiring you; your clothes, your skin tone, your special details, (not those you horny gremlin) and he found you mesmerizing. Enchanting, even.

"Are you okay?" That question snapped him out of his daze, and he nodded.

"Okay.. uhm, how do you feel?" You asked with a slight tilt of your head, and only then did Xiao realize he didn't feel any pain. At all. His karmic debt that was constantly and always tearing his body apart; it was gone. He couldn't hear the screams, couldn't feel the pain, absolutely none of it. He could barely even remember how it felt like.

"Xiao?"

"Im.. it's gone..?" He said, unsure and slightly worried he might jinx it and it'd come back put of nowhere.

"What is? Your karmic debt?"

"Yes.. I don't feel it.."

"Do you think its because.. because you're not in Teyvat anymore? That it cancels out now that you're in my world?"

"I think... I think that's it."

It was silent for a bit after that.

"Xiao?" You said.

"Yes, Your Grace?"

"Can I.. uhm.. touch you?" You asked, bashfully, and looked down at the floor. You looked back at Xiao to see him surprised.

"Sorry it's stupid I know-" you started, a blush forming across your face.

"Of cour- I mean-- yes, Your Grace, you can." He replied, enthusiastically. You were surprised, but you slowly stopped closer to him, and reached your hand up to his cheek. You softly brushed against it, and he leant into it a bit, closing his eyes. Your face reddened even more, and you were glad he was (apparently) enjoying your touch. Your other hand made its way onto his back, and you pulled him into a hug, envolping him into yourself. He was in shock for a while, but he hugged back, slowly and carefully, as if you'd break like a vase in his arms.

—

Soon, he'd become a normal part of your life– he'd help with cleaning and cooking, insisting on watching over you like a bodyguard, and you even got him to try on different clothes and styles that suited him well.

You taught him about your normal life and the technology you had, the music, the places, and the tourist spots.

A match made in Celestia, he thought, smiling at your sleeping form laying beside him as he stroked your hair.

—

Meanwhile, the others in Teyvat had heard of Xiaos dissapearance, and soon sawyours later on, too.

—

end <3

[euphoricsunflowers]

BABES PRETTY PLEASE WRITE ABT HATE SEX WITH EX!MINGYU 😭😭 i went into a spiral reading the scenarios in the tags omg mingyu is teww pathetic

of course baby anything for you!!

cw: cursing, harsh language in general, toxic relationship, dacryphilia (crying), reader lowkey sucks, poor gyu </3

“i hate you,” he sobs, head resting in the crook of your neck as you rub his back soothing. (so it was being balls-deep inside you that made him really break down about his feelings about your relationship), “hate what you’ve done to me.”

“yeah? you hate me, baby? hate me so much?” you taunt him, letting your hands run up and down his torso.

“i hate you so much,” he murmurs, echoing your words.

“then why are you in my bed? why are we fucking right now?” you ask rhetorically. you know why: mingyu’s not over you. no amount of telling himself that you’re a bad person stops him from running back to you, “just admit you’re still fucking obsessed with me, mingyu. you’re still a stupid puppy in love.”

“i just wanted you to love me back,” he cries and moans at the same time, tears staining your pillowcase while his voice breaks, “you’re right. i am still in love with you.“

“good boy,” you say, knowing that alone is enough to make his heart jump out of his chest. he always loved to be called that, and it still proves to be his weakness. he whines pathetically at your words.

he pushes himself up so that he can fuck you better while also getting to look at you directly. even as he fucks you and gets closer and closer, he can’t stop crying. he would be more embarrassed if he wasn’t so far gone, “just wish you- oh god- loved me. can’t understand why that was so fucking difficult for you.”

his aggressive tone shocks you, but then he sees the way you look at him unimpressed and he whimpers like a hurt puppy. suddenly you’re back to mocking him, “what was that? huh, baby?” you say, hearing him whine, “you look so pretty when you cry, no wonder i’m so mean to you.”

“i hate you so much,” his tears drip onto your chest, rolling off your skin. god he’s so close but still trying to hold off, “you kept breaking my heart over and over again.”

you definitely notice how close he is though. he has like six telltale signs, “you wanna cum, baby? i’ll let you if you admit that you’re my little whore.”

“i-..i’m your whore, y/n,” his voice is low and quiet but it’s so goddamn hot to see him this fragile that you don’t really give a damn.

you grab him by the jaw to really force him to look you in the eye, so dainty and soft reddish eyes (from sobbing), he looks like a cute little mess, “no one else gets to see you like this. so teary-eyed and pretty.”

his body seizes up as he gets closer, “i’m gonna-”

”cum for me while you cry, baby. sob into my shoulder while you ride out your orgasm. scream about how much you hate me. i love you all the more for it.”

[viisator]

The Corpse’s Bride • • • Teaser

Tittle : The Corpse’s Bride

Pairing : Nishimura Riki x F!Redear x Yang Jungwon

Genre : Fantasy, Tragedy, Fiction, (angst, fluff)

Warning : Death, skeleton, Corpses.

Summary:Y/n is the daughter of the famous dressing merchant, and she is to marry the son of the Baron in the west. But one event ruined it all when Y/n found herself wandering in the land of the dead and accidentally marrying a dead boy on the side of the river.

Inspired by the movie ‘Corpse Bride’

Not Proofread

(This fanfic I wrote is inspired and I made it so like the movie 'Corpse Bride’. I just love that movie so much, so I think It’ll be fun making an en- fic abt it … So yeah. I wrote this. And I wrote this 'cuz it’s kinda sad letting go of the things, and people we love so much, and I hate letting go of stuff/someone, so I just wrote this.)

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“I, L/n Y/n, take you, Yang Jungwon, to be my husband,” Y/n starts, taking a breath, “to have and to hold from this day forward,” she continues, wandering more, taking her feet to somewhere. “for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish…” She then crosses a river, jumping through rocks by rocks, “till death do us part–” Y/n looks at her hands, knitting her eyebrows. “according to God’s holy law, and this is my solemn vow.” She finishes, with a perfect tone, and the right words to say. “ Do you, L/n Y/n, take, him as your husband?” She mimicked the priest’s voice, saying those words in a deep voice while making expressions, after that, she sighs then she saw a ring that was sitting on a rock near the river, the cold ring was slipped into her finger, while smiling to herself “Well, of course!… I do.” She said, lifting her hand, and giggles left her mouth. The wind seems to blow a little faster, and the moonlight seems like it’s glistening, reflecting the flowing river next to her.

'I hope I can do this good next day!’ She excitedly thought.

Then crows came out of nowhere making flapping and 'caw! caw!’ sound and the cold wind blew rapidly, giving her goosebumps and startling her, gasps, crossing her arms blocking the crow out of her face, and when she lifts her arms away, a horrifying figure pops up before her, terrified she was, making her feat run none stop, little twigs are on her way that cuts through her skin and ripped part of her dress, she keeps on running until her feet are sore, she did not stop until the figure is nowhere to be seen, and when she stops out of breath and chest are going up and down, her terrified eyes scan the field in front of her, but when she finally relaxed, she turned around, her eyes are wide while breaths are shorts, a hand grabs into her shoulders, she screams louder than she ever had, voice echoing across, the thing was wearing a dirty black tuxedo covered in dust and mud, while the crows fly circling above them, Y/n did not stop screaming throwing her hands and fist into the figure in front of her, and then it spoke.

“I gladly take you as my wife.” The dead spoke to her in a raspy low voice making her mouth shut, stopping her screams and their faces are barely apart when his lips touched hers.

Master list

Read : PART ONE

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[cheegu3]

~ Yandere Hyunjin - X31 ~ [CULT SPECIAL 1/2 PTS]

tw / trigger warning: Yandere themes, abusive relationships, brainwashing, violence, cult themes, blood etc [this one isn’t very “ culty “ only an introduction]

a/n: I was really feeling a cult yandere thing and I haven’t written abt stray kids in a while oop so here u go <3 also let me know if u want a continuation or smth similar c:

wc: 1.4k

summary: there was an active and well known cult / gang in your hometown, you had never ran into them until u did - and the leader set his eyes on you, he’ll do anything to get what he wants.

Thankfully the house where the party had been at wasn’t too far from your house. It was a couple of blocks away and once you came out onto the main road it wasn’t as badly lit as before, except you never made it there.

Thankfully the house where the party had been at wasn’t too far from your house. It was a couple of blocks away and once you came out onto the main road it wasn’t as badly lit as before, except you never made it there.

Thankfully the house where the party had been at wasn’t too far from your house. It was a couple of blocks away and once you came out onto the main road it wasn’t as badly lit as before, except you never made it there.

A firm hand was placed on your shoulder stopping you from passing. It was hard to see what the person looked like because they were wearing a dark mask. Other than that he was very tall and slender with piercings and tattoos complementing his jet black hair. 

‘‘ What is such a cute girl doing out here alone on a friday night? ‘‘ he asked.

His tone of voice didn’t sound teasing or innocent, it sounded rather like a bit of amusement that rang alarms and made your gut wrench telling you to get away from this man. 

You chuckled nervously and tried to look like you were just shy while increasing the distance between you two.

‘‘ I-I’m gonna go meet my brother, after uh, his boxing practice? ‘‘ you weren’t good at lying and your tactic of trying to make him scared by saying you basically had a big scary brother that would hurt him if he tried anything, completely failed.

He laughed, his voice and deep laugh didn’t match the cuteness of his face when his mouth curved upwards which made his eyes crinkle into half moons. He looked adorable to you but something told you it was often used to his advantage to get the people to trust him and then do...bad things.

‘‘ You’re the worst liar I’ve ever met ‘‘ he still had a twinkle of amusement in his eyes from laughing.

You chuckled awkwardly again and began shifting uncomfortably. Small drops landed on your exposed skin, fuck why would it start raining now.

‘‘ Well I better go. It was nice meeting you ‘‘ you said.

He didn’t say anything, just nodded and stood frozen in his spot even when you walked past. Chills ran down your spine when you turned back one last time to see him watching you - his eyes had never left you and they looked very dark now, like they were one with the darkness behind him.

You quickened your pace and even though you expected him to jump out at every corner you turned and every alleyway you passed, he never did. When you had reached your apartment you glanced back and quickly got in, pulling the door shut after you and locking it. But even as you were basically safe you still were on the edge all the way up to your room, jumping at the slightest sound.

Feeling exhausted from the party even though you didn’t drink much you decided to get to bed. Crawling under the covers you looked at the dark street below, you suddenly remembered the man and squeaked feeling very childish when you ran to close the blinds and then pulling the covers up to your nose after.

It took about an hour for you to just calm yourself down. You lived alone and it wasn’t the first time you’d had these hysteric thoughts that kept you up for several hours, sometimes for the whole night. Finally though you managed to repeat positive affirmations to yourself which made your body relax, making you be able to fall asleep.

The next morning you woke up early, sweating from the heat. You pulled up the blinds cautiously and peered out. It was dead empty and it looked spookier than ever with the thick fog covering it.

You sighed knowing you still had to go to work, you were always cursed with the early shift. When you had pulled on your shoes and clothes ready to leave the house, the man from last night had completely slipped your mind and so you felt peaceful walking past that same very alleyway - until someone grabbed you.

You were pushed very hard and pinned to the brick wall to your right. You groaned in pain loudly but were very quickly silenced by a large hand covering your mouth. Your head was spinning but you still managed to look up at the person that had basically attacked you.

Oh

It was him no doubt. The dark seemingly innocent eyes, the dark hair, pierced ears and tattooed arms. Only, he wasn’t wearing the black mask now which gave you full access to his other features.

Even those from his soft plump lips and defined nose with a mole on it made him look innocent. There was no way this man would hurt you let alone anyone...would he?

You swallowed thickly and looked up at him. You saw him smirk slightly.

‘‘ So we meet again y/n ‘‘ 

You pushed his hand off in panic but he still kept you pinned to the wall.

‘‘ How the fuck do you know my name? ‘‘ you screamed, and there he was covering your mouth again but this time more harshly so you’d have no way of pushing him off.

‘‘ Be quiet ‘‘ he growled lowly.

He then pulled you away from the wall and took a fistful of your hair, twisting it to force you to move towards the direction he wanted you to move in - further down the alleyway. There was a clearing there and what seemed to look like a black van with a bunch of graffiti on it. 

You didn’t resist him and only followed, your panic hadn’t fully kicked in and you were still hopeful somehow - thinking that someone would save you as you got out or that he didn’t want to hurt you, anything to keep you sane during the walk.

When he had pushed you out into the clearing on the other side of the alleyway you took one last look at the apartment where your friend lived and where the party had been just last night. 

Hushed voices made you snap your head to the left and you saw several more guys, dressed like him and they all had the same vibe with tattoos and piercings decorating their bodies. When they noticed you two they looked surprised.

‘‘ Found her already? ‘‘ one of them said, one that was a little shorter.

‘‘ Jesus, that was quick boss ‘‘ another added.

You looked at the guy holding you. He was their boss? 

He looked a bit annoyed and gave them a silent dangerous look.

‘‘ Everything ready? ‘‘ he asked them.

They nodded in sync and gestured towards the van that on closer look was a lot bigger than it seemed to be. It had several seats and could easily fit up to ten people. You didn’t have a choice, he pushed you into the back and pulled up some sort of cover which divided you two from the others. 

Without a word he aggressively handled you, he sat you down correctly and fastened your seatbelt. When the panic that you had been so numb to finally kicked in and you tried to hit his hands away he growled at you again and grabbed both your wrists with one of his hands.

With his other hand he was fumbling somewhere to his side feeling around with his fingers until he apparently found what he was looking for. He brought it up so you could see it,

It was a rope.

An overwhelming feeling of nausea overtook you and you started fighting back harder, kicking and screaming as well.

‘‘ HELP! HELP ME! ‘‘ 

But even amidst your adrenaline kick he was still stronger than you, tying your hands up so tightly that it was hurting you.

Then he snapped with his fingers to get your attention, which it did. He rolled up his sleeve and there on the top of his bicep was another tattoo, it had words that made you silent immediately when you read them.

X31

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[vibraniumwing]

out of the woods.

a bucky barnes x fem!reader soulmate au wherein the two can finally see life in a much more brighter way. 

WARNING: violence, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of drugs, cursing, slight au (?), soulmate au, there’s only one bed, y/n and bucky are sort of frenemies (?)

A/N: i’m finally posting a fluffy one !! thank you to the wonderful @lunalovecroft for helping me out with the title (and for hyping me up about this one) i was actually very worried abt this fic bcs i haven’t written any fluff for a hot minute but i hope you guys enjoy reading !!

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You were staring out the window of the private jet that was sending you over to The Netherlands where the two of you were tasked to capture a known drug cartel who was smuggling these on the way to Germany. You turned to Bucky who was staring off into the distance, probably thinking  of God knows what, “What do you think is the color of the sea?” 

He looked at you with the same intimidating gaze he had whenever someone suddenly speaks to him, “I have no clue, L/N.” was his only answer, glancing over to the window before going back to stare at nothing. 

This surprised you; knowing that your companion was well over a hundred, you thought he might have met his soulmate already, but that wasn’t the case. “So you’re telling me you haven’t met your soulmate yet?” You interrogated him, hugging your knees to your chest as you made yourself more comfortable in your seat. 

Bucky let out a soft grunt, resting his head on the seat and shook his head, “No. I’ve always seen things in black and white.” and that was the end of your discussion. 

This was going to be one long mission. 

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Upon landing, you were whisked away to the middle of the city, towards a nightclub. Agent Ross was behind the wheel, debriefing both of you on who to approach; apparently the leader of the Cartel gang was present at the nightclub for a little meeting with a few people who were going to be responsible for shipping the drugs into Germany in exchange for a cargo filled with Vibranium that they’ve stolen from one of the piers. 

After the discussion of the game plan, you were left to your own devices. You shoved a duffel bag filled with clothes that were more appropriate for the location and you changed into it, not thinking of much of your companions. As you shimmied into the tight-fitting red lace bodysuit and a pair of black jeans, you were all set. 

“So, how do I look?” You questioned Bucky who was putting on his leather gloves. Your mouth was left ajar as you saw how he looked. He was wearing a button down that was left open a few buttons (still careful not to see the scar from his left arm), along with a leather jacket and a necklace to top it all off. 

Even in the colorless world, you could tell that he was absolutely fine.

He only took a quick glance at you before putting his focus back on his gloves, “Fine.” His answers were short and prompt, making you sigh in annoyance that you couldn’t even make small talk with him since he was so persistent in shutting you down. 

Once you guys were parked outside the nightclub, Ross gave you two in-ears and ordered that as much as possible you two needed to lay low in order to not attract attention and make the men flee the scene. 

You and Bucky moved inside and the adrenaline was already coursing through your veins. You leaned into the male as the both of you eyed the place, “I’ll be by the bar, make sure to update me once you catch on to anything.” You said, looking at him as you gave a subtle nod and headed over to the bar and ordered a Cosmopolitan. 

Taking a quick sip, your eyes were now scanning the rather populated dance floor until a guy spoke up from next to you with a heavy accent. “Hello there, what’s a pretty lady like you doing here alone?” You turned to him to reject his offer when Ross’ voice intercepted and told you that he was the target. 

“I’m just here looking for a good time. A distraction, if you know what I mean.” You answered, making sure to look as flirty as possible. His eyes roamed your body which made you feel very disgusted but you had to keep going, you didn’t want to blow yours and Bucky’s cover. 

“How about we go dance then?” He asked, offering you a hand as Britney Spears’ Womanizer played resonated through the whole club making everyone cheer a bit louder. You caught Bucky’s gaze as he spoke up through the comm, “I just found their meeting place. I’ll take care of the men inside, I counted five people including the man you’re with right now. Just stall, L/N.” 

You nodded and grabbed the man’s hand, pulling him towards the crowd and started to dance along. Your body easily flowed to the beat of the song but you went rigid when you felt the criminals arms roam our body, but you had to fight it. You couldn’t risk Bucky being seen. 

This went on for a few more songs until he pulled you back to the bar. He turned to you and pulled you by the waist towards him, “You were one hell of a performer out there.” 

You gave him a tight-lipped smile, wishing that Bucky would whisk you away from the man right now. “You don’t know anything about me.” You teasingly replied, breath hitching as his hand ghosted your ass. He hummed softly as he eyed you hungrily, leaning towards you to whisper, “How about we change that then?” as he harshly tugged you along the crowd towards God knows where. 

But before you could scream for help, you were ripped from his arms and being pulled away from the crowd and outside the nightclub. You could see Bucky seething as he pretended not to hear the calls of the man; unfortunately, he was relentless and followed the both of you outside and got a grip of your wrist. “Hey man, what the hell! Get your own girl to fuck!” 

But that’s when Bucky had enough. He took one look at the man before you heard a small whirring of his vibranium arm and the next thing you knew, the male was groaning on the floor. Ross was quick to interrupt the commotion and ordered a few guys to collect him and the others left inside. 

“Thank you, Agents. You can go now.” Was all he said, giving you two a small smile and tossed car keys to Bucky. 

The super-soldier was quiet as she rid himself of the jacket and draped it over your shoulders, mumbling a soft, “Let’s go.” to you as he started walking over to the car that was lent for the both of you. 

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It was a quiet trip to the hotel, the only noise heard inside the car was the radio playing music and the hum of the car engine. “We’re here.” Bucky was the first to break the silence, getting out of the car as soon as he parked it by the side of the building. Following his lead, you got out and went over to the trunk to carry your own duffel bag and entered the building after him. 

Sighing softly, you watched Bucky go to the side to let you talk to the person at the front desk. “Do you have a room open?” You asked, fingers tapping the marble top. The receptionist shook her head, “Well we only have one room left and it’s一” “I don’t care at this point, we’ll take that room.” You cut her off, not wanting to sit in the car again. 

You were dying for a shower and a soft bed. The lady merely nodded and took in your request right away, giving you the keys to your room. 

Walking towards the elevator, you motioned Bucky (who was patiently waiting for you) to follow you. “I just took up the room that was available for the night.” You said to him, ultimately drained from the mission. All he did was nod and left you to your own devices. 

Getting off on the floor of your shared room, you were surprised to see a queen sized bed along with a small sofa by the window and a few other amenities. 

“Didn’t know you wanted to keep me next to you, L/N” Bucky was the first to speak up, entering the room and placing his bed on the foot of the bed. He looked at you with a small smirk. You smiled at him sarcastically and flipped him off, “Fuck off, Barnes. This was the only room left. It was either this or the car.” 

You could hear his scoff as you entered the bathroom and dropped your things by the sink and hopped into the shower. You could care less about anything else right now, all you wanted was to rinse yourself from the sweat and touch of the guy from the bar and go to bed. 

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After changing into an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts, you were ready to hit the haystack. Exiting the bathroom, you saw Bucky sat by the edge of the bed in a pair of sweatpants and a white sleeveless shirt that showed off his toned arm and his vibranium-made one that he was cleaning. “I sleep shirtless but I figured you would be too uncomfortable for that.” He spoke up, continuing to wipe the hand of his artificial arm. 

“Right, thanks.” You were the one to answer shortly and headed off to bed, tucking yourself in. “I’ll be sleeping now, Barnes. Don’t do anything stupid.” 

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You were back at the nightclub, but this time you were in a room that you couldn’t really recognize. You turned your head to see Bucky tied down to a chair with his mouth covered with some sort of tie, unconscious. 

Your brows were furrowed as confusion stirred in your mind, you could hear the music from the nightclub blast from outside the room, “Barnes? Are you still with me?” You called him out, in hopes that he would answer but all you got was silence and a chuckle coming from behind you. 

Goosebumps ran along your skin as you felt cold hands touch your shoulders, caressing your skin until the person's hands reached your neck, squeezing on it rather harshly.. “So you thought you could run, can you?” HIs voice filled with anger as he continued, “Your little boyfriend here has no chance against me. He’s a pathetic little weakling.” He mocked, releasing you from his chokehold and walking in front of you. 

He had this evil smirk on his lips as he leaned in against you, “Big mistake for you to come and fight me, sweets. You’ve no chance against me now.” He said, standing up and placing his grip on your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. 

“Let’s see how strong you are against me, Y/N” 

“一Y/N!” 

And then you suddenly sat up, out of breath and soaked in sweat as you looked around the room, only to see you were still inside the same room you went in with Bucky, who was looking at you in concern, his long hair messy despite being bunched up in a bun. 

You didn’t even hesitate and decided to lean over and hug him tightly, burying your face in the junction of his shoulder and neck as tears brimmed your eyes, “You’re… you’re okay. In my dream you were…” but Bucky didn’t let you finish your sentence, instead he hugged you back, albeit hesitantly, and let you stay in his arms until you calmed down. “I’m here, doll. I’m fine.”

Once you were settled, you pulled back and stared into his eyes, “Has anyone ever told you that you had the coolest blue eyes?” You questioned, laughing softly as you wiped your tears away. His expression, however, puzzled you. He had this look of surprise and disbelief; it took you a moment to register what you had said and when you did, your eyes were wide as saucers. “Wait… your eyes are blue, this room is white… your hair is this beautiful brown… Barnes, you’re my…”

“Soulmate.” was all he said, also in shock as he slowly turned his head around the room to see his surroundings in the color for the first time. He was silent as he set you down on the bed, standing up as he tried to process everything that was happening. He was finally seeing color, after over a century (quite literally), he finally got to see outside the dull and lifeless hues he was always used to. 

Your hand was over your mouth as you were too surprised, your eyes were locked on the black shirt that you were wearing that brightly contrasted to the snow white sheets of the bed that you were in. 

Feeling a dip on the other side of the bed, you turned to the side and met Bucky’s gaze. He was contemplating on whether or not to cup your cheeks since his hand was mid-air so you did the honors and made his hand cup your cheek, your smaller ones holding his in a tight grip as you melted in his touch. “I guess this means you can no longer be the grinch with me then, Buck” 

He laughed softly and pulled you into his arms, securing you in an embrace as he allowed himself to fall back down to the bed, “Well maybe. No promises on that, doll.” 

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anon asks: this is a long one lol... this is a suna thirst!!! send tweet. okay we all know how suna just loves to record things, right??? so this definitely translates over to the bedroom y’know ;) and suna has like hundreds of pictures and videos of the both of you fucking or with cum on various parts of your (and his) body. okay here’s the request tho. you find his album with the vids and shit, and you try to explain to him how it bothers you (even though it doesn’t rlly bother you at all, ur more worried about someone hacking his phone) but suna is not having it ;););) and he thinks ur trying to control him and shit like that and as punishment he fucks you on camera and sends it his friends chat. hahah rip y/n. female reader, thanks!!

!post time skip!

tw. degrading, manipulation, cnc recording.

authors note: ooof, suna makes me go whoosh. anyways, i’m trying out a new theme... idk how to feel about it. make include some pictures or sum, idk idk idk...

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four people are online...

best twin : ??? suna disappeared fast

bestest twin : where’d sunsun go? 👀

foxbutmakeitsexy : don’t call me that

foxbutmakeitsexy : n who changed my name?

jinbutwithouttheg : if we r talking abt stupid names

best twin : i think tsumu has the worst one

bestest twin : whatdja say?

jinbutwithouttheg : gorls don’t fight!!

jinbutwithouttheg : siriusly tho ... where did suna go?

foxbutmakeitsexy was online one minute ago

bestest twin : HUH?!??!

it was as if you were meant to see it. the album stored amongst the many photo albums that rintarou had, only difference was that this particular album looked like something out of a hentai manga. photos upon photos, some edited into different colors, others blurry but still noticeably you, and videos upon videos of just you, some of both of you, some of him. there hundreds of them, all staring back at you, seemingly mocking you.

you were only trying to take the phone to him, after he practically screamed from the living room that he forgot it and asked if you could take it to him. it was almost as if he wanted you to see the album, his phone’s bright light enchanting your eyes after picking the device up. it was like he knew that your curious nature would cause you to look.

“uh,” your voice was a bit soft, eyes looking everywhere but the questioning expression being sent your way. you hand the phone over, hands immediately coming together to twiddle your thumbs. “rin, those pictures of me are rather... bothersome?”

in actuality, it stroked your ego knowing that rintarou considered you beautiful enough store photos of you in your worse states. but, being the usual worrywart, you couldn’t help but think of possible hackers.

what if they hacked rintarou’s phone?

oh my god, what if they post your pictures and videos?

sell them? that was even worse, possible old perverts would be wacking to them.

you shudder.

“bothersome?” you can’t meet his eyes, knowing what his tone meant. “but you were begging me to take those pictures and videos, baby?”

“i...was not.” your face became flustered, you don’t remember that. but, you are most likely half brain dead whenever he decided to fuck you silly.

“oh?” he’s up then, standing in front you. “you’re not?” the brightness of his phone is a bit blinding, and as your eyes adjust, you can see perfectly as the video plays before you.

the lewd sounds bursting through the speakers, the way your bodies move together is nearly hypnotic, your voice begging for more, for everything.

you look away, but before you did, you see multiple notifications from a group chat coming in. you didn’t register it.

“just delete them, or, or, print them out!”

his fingers turn your jaw, causing you to gaze up into his eyes. they’re narrowed, glowering at you. “but, you can’t print out videos, those are the best.”

your teeth grit, forcibly jerking your head away from his grip. “just delete them, suna rintarou! i won’t have my nudes plastering around the internet.” and with that demand, you turn on your heels and walk away.

which was definitely not your smartest idea. you knew how rintarou was, you knew how quick his moods could change, and how quick he could have you bent and choking on his cock.

you could only freeze when you feel his fingers slither around the roots of your hair, a yelp leaving your lips when he yank harshly, sending you trembling back into his embrace. his other hand came up, wrapping around your throat in loose hold.

“watch your tone, whore.” he whispered against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “you wanted those videos, you wanted those pictures.”

“i-i didn’t—”

“hm, you did. you begged for them like the good little slut you are,��� his hand tightened around your neck. “you wanted them, yes or no?”

you breath in heavily, eyes watering. “no.”

“wrong answer.”

“rin-rintarou!” you squeal lightly when you’re suddenly thrown over his shoulder, the tall male practically kicking the bedroom door open, dropping you onto the bed and ordering you to stay put.

you could only watch as he closed the door before stalking towards you, something deep within his eyes that you couldn’t began to understand.

you only blinked and found yourself being dragged forward by your neck, forced onto your knees on the edge of the bed, rintarou glares down into your eyes.

shuddering, you open your mouth to say something, but is cut off by rintarou. “shut your fucking mouth, bitch.” your mouth closed immediately, brows furrowing before relaxing just as quick when he slotted his mouth against yours.

the kiss becoming messy quickly, your salvia mixing with his, teeth and tongues clashing. his hand loosen around your neck, both large hands coming down on your ass with a smack, enclosing around the fleshly meat tightly. you groan in appreciation, sticking your bottom further out.

your arms circle around his neck, pulling him closer to your body, your silk clad breast pressing against his bare chest. his teeth clamp onto your bottom lip, pulling softly before his tongue slips between his teeth and entangle with yours.

his hands knead and pull at your ass, smacking them a few times before sliding up your sides, hands latching onto your breasts. you hum, leaning back and giving him room to play around with your erect nipples.

his mouth leaves yours, “fucking slut, you’re enjoying this too much.” his words are warm against your cheek. “i can change that.” you can’t, you wanted to say. he wasn’t the best at giving out punishments, not when he, himself, enjoys fucking you a bit too much.

his lips trail down your cheek and jawline, before instantly attacking your neck with a sharp bite, you gasp and try to push him away, but just as quick as he bit, he was pulling away and giving soft licks to soothe over the harsh imprint.

“r-rintarou...” you whisper brokenly, the pain and pleasure mixing.

the taller pulled back fully, eyeing the teeth mark on your neck, humming in pride at his mark against your smooth skin.

“on your back.” his tone was rough, promising actual pain if you didn’t listen. so, you could only do as told, laying on your back and keeping your legs closed. his hands came down, spreading your legs and landing sharp slaps against both of them. you yelp, trying to close them, but he quickly slotted himself between them.

his phone is presented, his eyes staring deep into yours. “record.”

“n-no,” you deny, shaking your head.

he raised a brow, “now.” he ordered.

you gulp and take the phone, clicking onto the camera icon and sliding over to record.

rintarou smirked at you, leaving you breathless at the sudden heated stare, he’s fingers were pushing your panties away, blowing onto your heated cunt, your thighs tensing.

then, he’s devouring you. and your hands shake as the pleasure crawls from your core, extending through your legs and curling around yours toes, and your thumb accidentally pressed record and the ding sounds around the room.

your whimpers are already filling the room, free hand coming down and tangling through rintarou’s messy locks. his hands are tight around your thighs, squeezing and pushing them closer around his head, locking him in.

“ngh-ah!” your toes are curling, hand gripping tighter at his hair as you could feel yourself growing closer by the second. rintarou eating you out was always a blessing and a curse, he knew which parts of your cunt to fiddle around at to make you quickly.

he pulled back then, the camera catching the glistening of your arousal, coating his mouth and his chin, and the obvious satisfaction in his hooded eyes was daunting.

he wasn’t satisfied because he had you whimpering.

he wasn’t satisfied that he could make you cum almost immediately.

no, he was satisfied because he got you to record. he’s satisfied, and he smirked so devilishly at the camera that you nearly drop the device.

in a swiftness, he has the camera pointing in your direction. and you hide your face, not wishing for the camera to catch your already winded look.

he laughed, unbuckling his belt and his pants fall to the floor, he worked around like a pro, easily moving his briefs down. he steps out of his pants and briefs, and dragging you closer to the edge of the bed.

“look at the camera, [y/n]~” he teased, but you could hear the underlying threat. you shake your head. “don’t be shy, baby.” the tone sounded loving, but you could hear the threat.

look or suffer the consequences.

you move your head, revealing your flustered expression. behind the phone, rintarou grinned almost predatory.

the phone tilted, showing your body, still clad in your silky nightgown. the silk bunched around your waist, and you try to close your legs, but a single glance around the phone and you’re spreading your legs.

he crouched then, showing the camera your wet, dripping cunt. his fingers appearing, spreading your puffy lips. “so pretty.” he muttered, then his eyes are meeting yours. “i’m going to ruin you.” he said the magic words that would always send jolts of pleasure down your spine.

your eyes flutter, and you nodded eagerly. the phone in his hands long forgotten.

the next few moments are hazy, his imposing figure looming over you, legs hiking up around his waist, and you could only snap your eyes wide when he’s fully sheathed inside you.

“hm, b-big!” you sob, a few tears slipping from your eyes. no matter how many times you’ve taken him, he sheer size and girth will always leave you crying. your sob turns into moans of pleasure when rintarou began to move his hips, the pace slow and a bit tantalizing.

“you take me so well, pup.” you keen loudly at the name, eyes rolling. you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. “you’re a good puppy, huh?”

“y-yes, ‘m good,” you whine, hands clutching the sheets beside you.

you could feel the flutters in your stomach each time rintarou slowly dragged his cock out, only to push back in roughly and repeat the process. he was teasing you now, wanting you to turn into a whining, begging mess, and more importantly, he wanted to catch all on camera.

the lewd wet sounds were only growing by the second, the burning feeling surrounding your cunt causing more arousal to gush out.

your eyes flutter open, and for a small moment, you wish you hadn’t. the camera was pointed directly were you two joined together, catching the way his cock plunged into you, the way your cunt stretched around him, and the fucking wet sounds emitting.

you whine loud in the back of your throat, throwing your head back onto the pillow. the humiliation and embarrassment slowly enclosing you in its hands, yet it only burned like fire and your body felt too incredibly hot.

you almost felt delirious, the camera, his cock, the temperature around the room, the fucking silk gown clinging to you.

“rin — ngh, f-fuck!” you could barley get any words out, eyes hooded and mouth dropping open. the pace was too slow, too hot, you wanted to say something, tell him to go faster, but the small ounce of pride you had left kept those words locked up.

you wouldn’t beg.

you look up suddenly, whining when noticing him taking a step back and crouching down. you wanted to close your legs, but his shoulders were already there and his fingers were spreading your puffy lips apart, revealing your sopping cunt.

“looks so good, pretty girl,” rintarou groaned lowly. “who’s cock got you this wet?” looking to your left, you mumbled the answer. a sharp slap sounded, the pain in your thigh sending another gush of arousal and you moan prettily. “speak up, pup.”

“yours did, rin!”

rintarou hummed, rubbing your thigh as to soothe the pain. “my cock is the only one that gets you this wet, right?”

“y-yes!” you shudder.

you can practically feel his smirk as he asked the next question. “you want my cock in you?”

“rin!” you whine, tears of frustration forming.

“answer the question.” he was full on grinning now, watching your reaction over his phone.

“yes, i want your cock in me.”

“beg for it,” you could practically mouth the words with him. he was getting a bit predictable.

you wouldn’t beg, you reminded yourself. no matter how much you wanted his — he stood up, drawing your attention to his erect cock, and suddenly your mouth was opening.

“i... rin, fuck me,” you whine. “i need your cock in me, please.” if there was one thing you hated the most, it was begging.

dumb bitch, you weren’t supposed to beg! you insulted yourself, fucking dick whipped seriously.

the phone lowered from rintarou’s face, revealing the dark look in his eyes. the satisfied smirk. he shut his phone off, grabbing his pants and disappearing into the bathroom.

your eyes widen then, he had gotten what wanted. you stand up immediately, rushing after him into the bathroom.

“rintarou!” you enter the bathroom, seeing the male standing before the glass shower. one look over his shoulder, and you only gasp in horror.

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foxbutmakeitsexy is online...

bestest twin : suna u little shit!

jinbutwithouttheg : not u suddenly appearing from the dead

best twin : 😎🤏🙄 and where have u been?

foxbutmakeitsexy : 😏

jinbutwithouttheg : i dont like that face

bestest twin : is that suna?

best twin : hol up smth aint right

foxbutmakeitsexy has sent a video...

jinbutwithouttheg : oh...

bestest twin : 😎🤏😌 ive been blessed ✨

best twin : 🤭 not me finna ask for a threesome

jinbutwithouttheg : miss y/n girl... whew

foxbutmakeitsexy : i was busy 🙄

note — i am disgust 😎🤏😭 i rlly left yall without an orgasm. my sincerest apologies, but miss y/n girl, u got a bad boyfriend.

[lunaekalenda]

Heya An 💕🥺 I hope when you see this you are doing good!! First of all congrats and I checked out your event (which is so creative btw and I love it) and here is my request! (I hope it’s not complicated omg-)

💖, ❓, can it be in the aot world? Like she joined the survey crops and she is really skilled, smart and really tough and that caught Levi’s attention and he has a crush on her :,). After a mission battle she almost risked her life but Levi saved her. It got her by surprise and she tells levi why did u save me out of all ppl and Levi decided to confess his feelings first time to the person he loves and he gets all nervous and shy. (Like he just says randomly “will you be my girl?”) and hes all blushed up. And the girl is all surprised but accepts it and she brags abt it to all her friends that Levi is her man and he lowkey is rlly happy abt that 🥺 (fluff scenes of him holding her hand and all that to FINALLY show off he has a girl and he’s so cute and happy abt it 😭). Thank you and have a great day ✨

ofc!! i hope you like it <3 and thanks for participating! <3

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romance + strangers + canonverse feat. Levi Ackerman

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“Nice one!” Hange says approaching you. You land on the floor and smile to them. They look to the tall tree you just escalated in a very short time. 

“I wanted to try a trick that Rico taught me.” you say. Hange nods, excited.

“The one with the little tumble to turn faster and begin the descent with propulsion?” you nod.

“Yes! It’s pretty useful.” you say. You’ve been friends with Hange for a while now, but you spend most of the time with the cadets of your promotion, specially with Eren.

You have just joined the corps this promotion, training with Eren, that’s what made you two so close. You’re also friend of Mikasa and Armin. 

“Hange.” Levi calls them. He’s walking towards you two, loosening his shirt collar with a bony hand. “Erwin is calling us.” He looks at you, as if he had just noticed in your presence. He knows you, he recognizes your face though you two never talked. You made the salute to Levi, after all, he’s your superior. He nods quietly. 

He of course knows you. You’re that one that uses the ODMS as if you were executing a ice skating routine, so graceful and pretty. Hange waves a hand towards you. Levi walks fast in front of them. 

“You’re too obvious.” they say. Levi grumps.

“Shut up.”

Erwin called them to let them know there’s a mission the next day. One of the squads that went for a recognition a week ago has not arrived yet, and they want to search them. And to know if all of them are alive. Hange says they can call their squad, where you are listed. Levi nods, knowing he has to call his new Special OPs Squad. You talk to Eren to ask him if his squad also goes on the mission when Hange tells you you have to be prepared to fight tomorrow. Eren nods.

“Yes. Captain Levi told us earlier. So, I guess we have to go for that...” he says. You nod and say bye to him after you two end having dinner. You enter your bed and prepare yourself for sleeping, trying to recover energy for tomorrow’s mission. 

It is too early in the morning to be talking about titans, but Erwin is giving his discourse before you all leave. You listen to him, trying to avoid unintentional yawns. Once he has assigned every squad to each part of the army, you start to walk. Casually, Eren’s squad is next to yours, on your left. He smiles at you. Behind him, Levi Ackerman looks as awesome as usual, up in his black horse. 

The way is silent in your group and kinda uncomfortable. Some soldiers are crying and some others are screaming that they want to go back home. You try to not listen to them. You also want to go home.

No, you don’t. You’re here because you want to help humanity. If stay away from home and risk your life will help your family to live in better conditions, with no more fear, you’ll risk it every day.

A red light is seen, and you know what that means.

“Titans!” Hange says. “I wonder what amazing ones will we find today...” Once you’re near enough to them, you take your blades and swing between the trees. 

Levi saw you do that hundreds of times, but seeing your body elevate quietly, all the grace in every movement, from your side is another story. His grey eyes follow you, as if the battlefield was now a stage and this was a kinda strange ballet, in which you were the main dancer, and he only one of the public. 

He looks around, blushed. He has to center himself in the battle. Giving a couple orders to his squad, he easily finds an enormous titan. He goes all way up a tree, searching its weak point. You do the same a couple trees to his left, fighting. There’s a weird titan between the two of you, and Levi cannot predice its movements. He seems to be interested in you, but at the same time, he looks at Levi, as if he was about to attack him.

Unfortunately, you were it’s prey.

The titan runs towards you, his mouth open and his hands ready to catch you. You didn’t see him coming, you were too centered on the one you were attacking. The titan caught you off guard, taking one of the strings of your ODMS, making you scream. Levi hears that.

“Y/N!” He goes as fast as he cans near the titan, seeing your blades moving fast towards the enormous hand that was about to cage you. He kills the titan you were trying to kill, the one that had his mouth ready to eat you from his colleague’s hands. Then, he turns over himself, attacking the other one’s neck, the one that is squeezing your body so hard that you’re even screaming of pain. He never saw you screaming of pain. Never.

That’s when he realized how you’re suffering. You feel how the hand around you loses all strength and you fall. You fall because your body feels weakened. Levi catches your body in its way to the floor. You feel his warm body surrounding yours, his calm breath and his voice it’s the last thing your senses catch before you pass out.

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The first thing you feel when you wake up is a fluffy bed under you, followed by a softly touch on your leg. You open your eyes quietly, trying to adapt to the light of the room. Levi is there. You blush.

“Captain Levi?” you ask in a whisper. He looks at you.

“Y/N, you’re awake.” he says. He offers you a glass of water. You thank him and drink slowly. 

”What happened?” you ask. You don’t remember exactly how you ended there, but you were surprised to find Levi by your side.

“You got squeezed by a titan three days ago.” he says, looking at the marks in your legs. “I came here with you as fast as I could and took care of you.” he says. His hand feels soft and hot against your skin. 

“You? You took care of me?” You ask. He nods.

“For all the days you’ve been here, in this bed, with your eyes closed.” he says, his voice going down and his gaze showing what he feels: tiredness.

“Have you been sleeping here, Captain.?” you ask. He nods.

“In this chair.” adds. You take air heavily, but it makes your ribs hurt. He looks at you concerned.

“I’m ok, I’m ok.” you say. “But you should get some sleep.”

“No.” he says.

“Why?” your tone is concerned now. He looks at your bed, but never at your eyes.

“You need someone to take care of you.” He simply answers. His hands play with your leg quietly, making sweet caresses on too of the wounds. You look at his hands dancing on your skin. It feels really good... Levi has been taking care of you for days. He saved you and then took care of you. You thought that the one that will be Levi's partner will be so lucky...

“Can I ask you why did you save me?” you ask, out of nowhere. His hands stop its caresses and he looks at you. His grey eyes are fixated on yours, making a quick scan all pver your face. Your plump lips that he dreamed to kiss for a long time, your cute nose, your blushed cheeks and your beautiful eyes.

“Cause I like you, and i was hoping you could be my girl, y/n” he says.

Wow. You weren't expecting that. He said it so directly, as if it was the simplest thing to say. As if it was easy as breathing. You looked at him, but he was serious.

"Be your girl?" you ask. Levi nods.

"I've been watching you. How strong, beautiful and powerful you are. All those things make my mind a mess, full of you. Your voice. Your body. Everything about you is invasive in my head." he says.

You were totally speechless, analyzing every movement he makes. How his adam's apple goes up and down nervously, how he plays with his hands. You find it kinda cute, how a captain of the Survey Corps is nervous to tell the girl he likes his feelings. After all, Levi took care of you. You felt an attachment, a bond that pulled you closer to him as magnets. You smiled.

"We'll give it a try." you say. He looks at you again, blushed. You smile. His hand searches yours quietly, and you let his fingers tangle with yours. He smiles.

"Y/N, I prom..."

"HOW'S MY FAVORITE GIRL EVER DOING?" Hange asks, entering the room. They didn't pay attention to your tangles hands. A shy Eren and a concerned Historia are behind them. "Oh, you look less like a zombie." they says. "I'm sure that Captain Levi has been taking care of you really well, if you know what I mean." they winks. Levi clicks his tongue, but he keeps your hand caged in his. That makes your stomach be full of butterflies.

"I saw you were in danger, who helped you?" since Historia wasn't called to that mission, she didn't knew what happened. Rumors are fast but, the 99% of the times, false.

"Yeah. Fortunately..." you look at Levi. How his eyes shined when he told you he wanted you to be his girl. "... fortunately my man was there for me." you smile and Levi almost choke on his saliva, but his acting skills were really worked. Historia smiled and Eren blushed.

"Oh Goddess, you two are now a couple?" she asks. You nod, smiling, and Levi blushes after being caught looking at you.

"Why did the little brat blush?" Levi asks. Eren coughs.

"It's just that is weird... My bestie and my Captain..." he says. You blush as well.

"It isn't!" Historia goes on your defense. "It's really beautiful. How the two of them..."

"... are wishing to be alone and we're here. Guys, head to the dorms, our girl is being treated." Hange says. Levi raises a brow and you let out a little laugh.

"Your jokes are pitiful." he says. They close the door behind them and Levi sighs. You smile at him.

"Then... About what treatment was Hange talking?"

[cjiho-blog]

                    the youtuber sits at a cafe just down the street from his residence. a mac book lays open before him as fingers type hurriedly; thanks to the change in scenery ( and caffeine boost ), he’s gotten more done than he had anticipated: two blog posts, edited and began rendering a video. he’s wide awake and proud of his accomplishments, physically, but the same can’t be said about him mentally; he’s drained. fingertips graze against sensitive lids, attempting to rub the pain away from staring at a computer screen for...god knows how long. once the video has finished it’s work and successfully uploads, jiho leans back --- his spine cracks as it stretches against the wooden chair. he needs a break, he deserves one and he’s desperate. so, he does the only thing he can. hands fish the mobile phone from the pocket of his leather jacket, fingers type a rushed message before he places his cell neatly beside his, no empty, cup.

( imsg ➜ 10:11pm ) : hey, sorry to bother you, but are you busy? ( imsg ➜ 10:11pm ) : or would you be down for spending some time with me? ʕ￫ᴥ￩ʔ

[jungwnn]

Hiiiii😚 i wanna request for a ship with txt, enhypen and bts, thank you soo much for taking the time to do this!☺ I hope you have a good day, stay healthy and take care for yourself🤗

INFP-T | enneagram type 4 | sun: Sagittarius, moon: Cancer | Hate studying anything except English | Competitive when it comes to things I love and am passionate about | Like creative writing and interior designing(basically architecture) | Novels over movies | Even if i watch movies its either action or angst-drama, and always like the evil characters more than the good ones because I'm able to sort of understand why they do what they do, I believe everything has a reason, and every action is a result of something | I also believe in soulmates, love at first sight and all sorts of tropes like these | Obsessed with Greek and Roman mythology and ancient Egypt and just in general medieval eras | Love taking polaroid pictures and traveling | Aesthetic all the way, love being in the nature | I love fairylights and abstract paintings and night walks and stargazing | Love sad things | I'm sensitive to smell and don't like artificial scents | I like going to libraries and museums and cathedrals and old medieval buildings, beaches also and other nature aesthetic places | Always observing little details about everything that other people fail to notice | Easily scared or startled | Have huge trust issues and very sensitive | Have very few friends and am loyal before anything | I'm moved by little things and don't really like much of fancy dates, I like it simple and my favorite would be walk along the beach at night | Am very open-minded and wise but no one's really aware of that | Like disturbing people and then giving puppy eyes | Shy at first but when you get close with me I'm very loud, talkative, playful and annoyingly funny and weird | Just realized it yesterday that i tend to 'huh' a Lot | Clingy with people I am very close to(might even jump and koala hug them tbh) | Everyone's comfort pillar | Very expressive with words and actions | CLUMSY(I hit or bump into something at least once a day) | Love eating (taking advantage of my never getting fat genes lol) but am sort of quite picky | 5'2 - 157cm and I like tall people but I have no problem connecting with people on the shorter side of the height spectrum | Baby voice and baby face | side bangs and dark brown short almost straight hair which reaches just 4cms above the shoulders | Big chocolate brown eyes | Have slightly honey tanned skin | I'm a crybaby too, like if someone I love or care a lot about is getting scolded for whatever reason or they are sad or something then I tend to cry immediately. And while watching or reading sad things too | I do random sounds or actions too and I noticed recently I go 'huh' and 'uh' all the time | sometimes I don't even understand myself like a few days back I was wearing a black sock on my left foot and a white one on my right and then i forgot that i wore mismatched socks so when I noticed it after a while I got fascinated for literally no reason then within seconds i forgot about it again and then when it came to my notice again i got fascinated again and this went on the whole day lmao | My fashion style leans towards boho chic/bohemian and casual | And prefer bare face over makeup and converse over other footwear and dusk(sunset) over dawn(sunrise) but in the album I like dawn ver more🤭 | I love spicy and sour food and have a high tolerance of spice | And my love languages are acts of service>physical touch>quality time>words of affirmation.

YOU SOUND SO INTERESTING AND COOL LETS BE FRIENDS 🙄✋

in txt i ship you with!! Beomgyu !!

pls I can already already see yall fighting over movie chararters😭 I just get the vibe y’all met in a really weird way like he was reaching over to grab a random ass toy and you were too and bam!!! Talking, numbers exchanged. He instantly fell in love with you dude. Like gyu isn’t one to simp but your the exception here. Like dude had a big smile when you responded to his text message. Will he ever tell you that he would bounce up like a puppy whenever he got even a notification hoping it was you?? No. Never. That never happened I swear. There was a time where kai texted and was like “hey soobin said practice in an hour” and gyu straight out texted back “idiot shush I’m waiting” and Kai was just like ??? “...ur weird” basically gyu is literally in love with you from the beginning like it’s insane. That doesn’t stop him from teasing you though. Dude you better stay on high alert this dude is constantly pranking you. They are all harmless but if he ever did hurt you or do something wrong. He will instantly hug you and literally apologize all day and shower you in love. Just finding comfort in each other!! Like he is always there to listen to you talk about anything and just comfort you, He also trust you enough to share his issues! He loves to call you idiot all the time but he says it in the sweetest way or just to tease. He also loves to carry you, it makes him feel super tall ( esp when moas be calling him tiny 😭) also sleepy gyu!! Clingy!!! Let’s say y’all went on a date just a quick ice cream and a walk around the park right, He would look at you and be like “your so pretty~” then you look up and be like “huh? What did you say?” And he would just pull you closer to his side and be like “nothing idiot~” in the same cheeky sweet tone. Then later on that day y’all would just to hang out on the couch cuddled up. He was obviously tired since he was yawning every five seconds. He pulled you against his chest and just started mumbling about how happy he was to have you!! But that’s for your ears only!!

Your overall relationship would consist of:

☼lots and lots screaming like dude is loud but he is expressing his love so it’s okay!

☼movie marathons!!

☼pls don’t use puppy eyes on him he’ll cry at how cute you are

☼let him kiss your forehead and your head he wants to be tall

☼he makes u meals but sometimes they burnt 😣

☼brags abt you all the time like I’m pretty sure taehyun knows your favorite food and your birthday by how much gyu talks

☼he loves listening to you talk abt your interest and fascinations !!

so for Enhypen I ship you with !! Mr.Jake sim!

I just know this boy loves you for your witts bro, like.. how can you be so smart, interesting and pretty at the same time?? Like you completely captured this boys heart!! He loves hearing you talk about Roman and Greek mythology and ancient Egypt!! He thinks it’s honestly so amazing to listen to you speak about your interest🥺 He has this thing, where like whenever you do something cute or he just looks at your face he just walks over and squishes your cheeks. He loves loves loves showing physical affection! He WANTS you to know that you are the light of his life and you make him so so happy!! He talks abt Layla to you all the time and even called you her mom like WOAH. Speaking of mom, Jake gives me the vibe he talks to his parents about you!! Like mans is so serious abt you he just adores you!! Dude is so worried about you when you bump into things, like let’s say you accidentally hit a wall. He will be by your side in a second telling you to be more careful them kissing your forehead. He calls you princess 🧍(HAVE U SEEN THAT ONE FAN CALL BYE) he also treats you like a princess as he should. I have a feeling when he can’t see you in person he calls you and y’all will fall asleep on call. like he would be all sleepy and be like “i miss you :(“ and just talk about your guys day and it would be so sweet!! I’m sure you get the idea !! He’s in L word with you hardcore!!

Your overall relationship would consist of!!

☼he always buys snacks for you because he wants his baby to eat well

☼he is a romantic he loves taking walks on the beach with u!! (And Layla)

☼always compliments your eyes !!

☼always gets you flowers or lil things that remind him of you !

☼he has you as his wallpaper!

☼if y’all go see scary movies together he will most definitely try to act tough and protect you but he fails and hides his face in your neck

☼CHEEK KISSES!!!

for bts I ship you with !! Kim taehyung himself !!

okay okay!! I feel like taehyung loves your mind, he loves hearing your side of things and just loves everything about the way you think! He truly thinks your a piece of art !! like homeboy just loves spending time with you and just talking. He is a hopeless romantic like he loves taking you out to dates that mean a lot to both of you! He takes you to art museums and beaches and takes so many pictures of you!! he has a whole folder dedicated to you!! He also loves hanging out with you and your guys friends!! He just wants everyone to know he’s with you forever and ever!! He is the kinda dude to rest his elbow on your head like deadass just to tease you. He takes you to his hometown often because like I said he wants a future with you!! Expect a lot of snacks from his mom because she adores how happy you make him and he is just!! ugh you lucky lucky girl!! He likes to travel with you, like he can be so unpredictable!! dude will sit there and go “for dinner can we get pizza? Also I got us a trip to Paris for my week off” LIKE OKAY WE GET IT YOUR RICH!! But good for you I guess🙄 also matching outfits. He’s buying you a matching beret and your gna wear for that boxy smile idc. He looked at your matching socks and instantly wanted to try and now he claims it’s the coolest shit ever like Yoongi is always like “why tf?? You bought these in pairs?” Like mind your business Yoongi. His baby does it so he wants to do it too !!🙄✋

overall relationship!!

☼kisses on the lips all the time

☼plane ride cuddles

☼ur boyfriend is your professional photographer

☼pls tell him he’s a good boyfriend he just wants to make you happy

☼always talks to you abt the future <3

☼no joke he has y’all’s kids names planned

☼fun fact.. he bought you a promise ring 😣

a/n aaa!! I hope you like it!! I’m so sorry for the wait!!

[wowtobio]

fallen upon deaf ears (miya atsumu x reader)

a/n: i’ve been feeling down lately abt myself, so here’s a small vent i wrote at 3 am with my self-indulgent character haha. atsumu might be ooc sorry. and this is in no way shape or form to degrade anyone, this is just how i feel. you’re all beautiful.

genre: angst

warnings: self-deprecating 

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When staring at the mirror, most generally look at their faces. Taking in their appearance, every nook and cranny of their own skin. Any blemishes, puffy dark circles, and whatever is deemed imperfect in their eyes but what most won’t notice at first glance. 

But you focused your attention somewhere else. Shaken hands poke and squeeze together the flab attached to your stomach in hopes it would shrink back into your body but to no avail. The jiggle on your limbs bothered you deep in your core. It’s almost burning, wherever your finger trails on your own body. 

Deep sighs vibrate against your vocal cords, laying down once again, tapping away on your phone screen in hopes to distract your mind from self-deprecating thoughts. 

Failed miserably. 

First post shows up, a popular supermodel from your country, clad in a tight black dress. The fabric stuck nicely on her figure, and her million dollar smile could win over anyone. 

Frown deeper than the pacific ocean, her curves couldn’t even compare to the square body you felt you had. Scrolling past, don’t dwell on it don’t dwell on it.

Next post, a random classmate, Jessi, clad in a bright baby blue bikini. The orangey, yellow colors of the sunset painted behind her juxtaposing the light hued swim suit she had on. Confidently strutting off her body to her hundreds of followers, captioned

the happiest i can be☀️

Was it even possible that the sullen smile curved more downwards. Fingers froze over the like button, your eyes lingered on the compliments littering her post. 

i’ve never worn a two-piece before

Scroll, just keep scrolling. 

Your cousin posted a few videos of her dancing, her smile beams as her moves were surprisingly smooth and effortless. The second video, wearing just her sports bra and leggings, abs prominent as she continued to bounce happily to the upbeat song. Subconsciously, a hand runs over your stomach, squeezing once again. 

She’s always been the prettier one in the family

She has better grades, friends, and looks than me

What does she do to be so.. happy with herself?

Thoughts interrupted by your boyfriend’s text messages.

“oi got off practice, whatcha’ want to eat?”

Dinner? Oh right, you have not eaten dinner yet. As if on cue, growls erupt from the same stomach you had a vice grip on. You shouldn’t eat you shouldn’t eat

“it’s fine i already ate dinner”

A lie. 

“ya’ sure? didya’ even eat breakfast?”

“yeah i did don’t worry”

Another lie. 

You jumped out of bed, maybe you should change into something cute to make yourself feel better? Maybe do some skincare. That self-love thing everyone’s been doing lately. Right?

Pulling the rough denim over your legs, you cringe at the tightness and the slight difficulty of hooking the button in. You almost want to cry, looking at your figure in the jeans, not wanting to them to look like that on your hips. 

Okay discarded, how about a skirt? 

Oh god, why were your sides spilling over like that? Alright no take it off. 

What about that one shirt you haven’t worn in awhile? It was a pretty cute one, the multicolored neutral stripes looked lovely against your skin-tone. It didn’t look too bad and it covered a majority of the parts of your skirt you did not like to look at so much. 

So why didn’t it feel right? You didn’t feel pretty, you didn’t feel happy.

Next item. Endless cycles. Clothes started to pile up. One after another. 

Searing pain found in your chest similar to one who burns in the deep, dark depths of the earth no one dares to dig too. Falling hard onto wooden floors, knees taking an impact that would definitely leave bruises. 

Sobs emit from your already fragile self. The cries could be heard from far, but you didn’t have a care, asking the world what is this society you live in? That can only accept beauty? 

Footsteps go unnoticed, same with the strong arms that wrap around the body you hated. A tight, almost suffocating embrace, yet you feel numb. You feel nothing. 

Like you are running through a field of beautiful sunflowers in the winter. Growing a plant out of a dead seed. Painting the color white. Wiping searing tears that just kept flowing. 

Suddenly, Atsumu’s strong scent engulfs you, the musk of his cologne and the almost nauseating scent of sweat lingers from practice. He works so hard, he has an amazing body because he tries his hardest and it is enough. 

“Why do you love me?” 

Hiccuped, eyes widening to the size of saucers and Atsumu crashes your head back into his chest. His nose nuzzles into your hair, stroking your back, whispering you’re beautiful you’re beautiful you’re beautifuls over and over again, as if he knew. 

But his words had fallen upon deaf ears 

They always had

Every compliment you receive, you convince yourself it’s all a lie, while each comment of criticism you take to heart and allow it to you haunt you for days, months, years. Compliments aren’t real to you. You’re just saying that. You’re just being nice to me because you have too. This time was no different. 

You want to apologize to him. You want to scream “I’m sorry” so much until your lungs hurt. You’re sorry his words can’t get through to you. You’re sorry he has to deal with a girl like you. You’re sorry he ended up with someone like you. You’re sorry you can’t see the beauty he sees in you. 

Wait, no

You’re lying to me

Stop lying

-

[shigarakis-fifth-hand]

Undercover; Jirou x Poly! Reader x Momo

Jsjsjs okay, poly x reader (Bc I'm a closeted poly irl lmao) How about jirou x reader x momo, but they're all pro-heroes. The reader is like an undercover agent-type hero. (Not like an underground hero, i mean full james bond stuff) But they went to UA with the rest of the class 1a. Maybe they're all at a school reunion & the reader is technically doing cover work in plain sight. An assassin is trying to kill/miam one of the top 10 heroes. Go from there. (Also, thx for telling me abt ur rq💛🥺)

UA’s year of 2048’s 10-year Reunion had people flying in from all over. Iida had to cut his meeting short and fly overseas, Jirou had to miss a concert that she had with her fans, totally forgetting and planning last-minute per usual, and of course, you had forgotten about it until your boss brought something up about it. At first, you had been sad that you would not be able to go and see all of your friends from years ago due to the crazy amount of work that stacked up on your desk, mountain beyond mountains of emails and files, begging you to take their case.

But luckily, going to the Reunion was a case itself, and a very important one. Eraserhead, one of the underground, older heroes, had been beginning to be threatened by an organization of hero-haters on social media. At first, it had all been just petty hate and bickering, until the threats began to pour in from this random account. Police had identified the IP address, only to find nothing beyond that. That’s when Eraserhead began getting “gifts” left outside his door, and notes too. Threatening notes, telling him to enjoy his last days before he was killed by the sender. Your company, the Federal Hero Unit Agency, had begged him not to attend the reunion and stay in his apartment with his husband Present Mic until the situation could be dealt with. But, he had refused to miss a night with his favorite past class. 

That’s when you had been contacted by your Boss personally, and assigned the case of protecting him through out the night, keeping a watch on him while not giving away your identity as an agent and protector. That’s right, you were an FBI agent that dealed with Hero Matters, including but not limited to stalkers, missing heroes, murdered heroes, and keeping track of where, when, and how the heroes were doing mentally. A hero in a bad mental state was a disaster waiting to happen. You had chosen the job, not only because the company was begging you, but you needed to help keep the heroes of the town safe. The heroes would protect the city, and you would protect them. This also gave you reason to keep a close watch on all your past classmates and how they were doing. In a world like your own, you wanted to be the first to know when they got hurt so you could go see them. They didn’t know how but you always knew when and how they were doing.

Checking yourself out in the mirror, you were fairly impressed by the look of the dress you had gotten last minute. A black dress that showed your shoes nicely, fairly simple but also cute. Looked well with your skin tone. “Ready gorgeous?” Your girlfriend Momo walked through the door, glancing you up and down and smiling. You turned to look at her, in her best color of red of course. He wore a low cut dress of course to your dismay that only promised that you two would have fun tonight if she wanted it. “Where’s Jiri?” You asked, surprised when she smiled lightly of getting to see the third to your Three Muscuteers. Your other girlfriend, Jirou, had been on tour of her concert. You would have happily joined her if it hadn’t required taking over a month off of work, which was not allowed. Still, you hadn’t physically seen her in such a long time, and FaceTime had got boring past a week of doing it.

At the same time, you and Momo had more time to yourself, able to fully spend hours and hours making love without Jirou wanting to run off and watch a movie or sing karaoke with her ADHD self. You did miss her though, and would be so happy to see her in just an hour at the school. “I’m so glad your work let you do this. I was not showing up to that party without someone to hold onto, I’m not that independent.” She giggled before turning to look at you both in the mirror. “Aww, we look cute. Hope Jiri didn’t just wear jeans and a shirt like she said she would. I think that was just a joke, but again, would not be surprised.” Momo exclaimed as you two made it to the door of the two bedroom condo on the top floor of the penthouse you rented. The roof allowed you ways to leave your house using your quirk and not be tracked by cameras. The more discreet, the better for your career anyways.

Out the grand doors of the lobby and into the limo Momo had arranged, you two waited eagerly to pull up to the school. UA, the place where everything had changed. You had moved in with Momo as roommates the first year, and from then had began getting romantic. It was only after you lost your virginities that you fully and verbally established a relationship with one another. Momo had promised to keep herself “pure”, but the way you kissed her lips was nothing but like an angel to her, so she couldn’t help herself. For a while, Jirou had only been a close friend for the both of you. Sure, Jirou kissed you but it was only “friendly”. You sent her your nudes, but only to get some feedback on how good you looked. Jirou would try on your clothes and change in your room, but it was only because you were both girls and it was no big deal. Jirou only came along into the relationship after getting drunk at a party and you all learning new ways for three people to touch at once. 

Boy, were you excited to see her. Finally, the limo pulled up to the school, lots of camera flashing following your arrival. Used to it by now, you held your hand up to your face to block the light, pulled your arm over Momo’s shoulders, and pulled her along with you up the stairs and into the building, ignoring all the yelling and questions. Immediately as you entered, a wave of nostalgia entered you as you were remembered of the many days you guys would sit on the couch, eat, and play ping pong, having the news play in the background of heroes and their work or fights. It only fit the aesthetic of what you were all training to be. Some would say you were each other's competition, but you all were friends. There was no doubt about the undying platonic love you all shared. Momo must have felt it too as she squealed and giggled, squeezing your hand and jumping up and down. 

“I have to go to the bathroom. Go ahead of me, alright? I’ll be there in a minute.” You smiled, gave her a wink, and watched her way safely in the room. After having so many villains want you dead, there was no problem being extra careful with the ones you loved, especially after knowing someone dangerous was possibly already in the building. You walked into the ladies room, seeing two girls already there. A woman with a black pixie cut and black dress, sort of similar to your own, stood at the mirror, fixing her makeup. The other had long, bright red hair and dark skin. You nodded to them, smiling as you walked into the stall.

Being as silent as you were trained, you slid out the earpiece and clipped it onto your ear, adjusting the mic to just under your ear, and the sound projector into your ear. You made some noise, then stepped out, nodded to the ladies again, and left. Quickly walking, eager to start your mission, see your girlfriends, and your friends. As you walked into the room, the party seemed to buzz extra loud as everyone saw you. Denki practically tackled you, not changing but from the peach fuzz on his chin and tattoo below his eye. You had seen Denki multiple times in public and when you scheduled to meet up, but this time just seemed special. “My girl! What’s up?! You look- so good!” He exclaimed, his eyes lingering on your figure. “Watch it tiger, this one is taken.” You looked behind him to see Mina, much taller, and with a more alt look to her now. “Yes! You’re dating Momo and Jirou right? They published you in Hero Weekly multiple times. You represent more than you can imagine Y/n!” Deku exclaimed. You smiled and winked at him, seeing that he hadn’t changed but from his hair style, and the fact that Todoroki swung his arm around him. “Good to… see you.” Todoroki mumbled slowly. You knew he meant well, but yet he hadn’t changed as well, personality included. “There she is!!” She turned to see Kirishima and Sero, running up to you full-speed. “Sero! Kiri!” You practically screamed, jumping into the arms of your awaiting guy friends. “God, I’ve missed you!!” You exclaimed, smiling ear to ear. 

“We saw you two days ago, chill dude.” Sero giggled, before separating. “Y/n. Kirishima. Sero. Please refrain from yelling inside.” You all looked behind you to see Aizawa, holding a glass of wine and wearing a suit. He hadn’t aged a day, and yet, the eyebags were just a little deeper. “Sorry Mr. Aizawa.” You grinned, giving him your best apologizing smile. Things haven't changed that much over 10 years. “Although your looks have altered, your personalities haven’t changed. Good.” Your past teacher smiled warmly, for possibly the first time, and walked away. You were about to begin talking to your friends again when you saw Shinso standing behind Aizawa, staring at you with surprise in his eyes. 

Slowly and nervously, he walked up to you. “Y/n…” He looked down at your body and back up you. You couldn’t help but get creeped out, knowing that you and Shinso had once been together, but Jirou and Momo had come into your life. You knew it wasn’t fair to lie to him, so you had broken up with poor Shinso and gotten together with your now girlfriends Jirou and Momo, ignoring the constant calls and desperate messages for months. “Hey Shin. How’s it going?” You asked, smiling and acting as nothing had happened. You two could still be friends after two years, right? You were both over each other and with someone else.

“Good. I’ve been working under Aizawa for a year now, I’m going to become a teacher like him.” He grinned calmly as you smiled proudly at him. “That’s so good! I… I’m really proud of you. Last time, you told me you wanted nothing to do with heroes. And now you want to teach the next generation. I’m so happy!” You exclaimed. Shinso was about to speak, before you felt someone hug you from behind quickly. “Y/n!!” You turned around to see your beautiful girlfriends looking at you, Jirou wrapped around you and Momo smiling off on the side. “My god! I missed you so much!” Jirou reached up and kissed you slowly before returning to hug you. “I missed you too.” You looked down at her outfit and rolled your eyes. She was just wearing a black ruffled top and jeans, and not the dress Momo had bought her. She still looked great though, so you choose not to complain.

After many hours of talking among your former classmates, exchanging contact, and talking about your job, you constantly kept on edge, keeping your eye on Aizawa as he walked around, saying hello to every single student and other teacher, Mic staying beside his side for the most part, and Shinso staying near him for some of it. Watching Shinso, you saw him and how he avoided all his classmates. He didn’t make eye contact with the classmates, and refused to talk to anyone really. He had not changed personalities anyway over the past ten years, and you almost felt sorry for him. At least he had gotten a new girlfriend. You couldn’t help but wonder how he was doing mentally. He looked absolutely ripped, but his undereye bags were terrible and his hair was just as messy since high school.

Finally, the main part started, and you began to get prepared. Holding hands with Jirou to your left, and Momo to your right, you felt a sense of blending in with the audience. You made sure to observe the people around you, and keep your thoughts to yourself as you evaluated each and every person. Finally, your main subject, Eraserhead, stepped into the main room. You left your girlfriends and stepped next to Eraserhead, smiling. “May I? Looks like you’re lonely.” You smiled, seeing that Mic was currently busy, operating the lights and speakers as he pleased. He refused to let anyone else do it but him. “Don’t play me Y/n. I know your job, and I know why you’re here.” Your older teacher looked away from you, before you nudged him playfully. “So, is that a no? Or an absolutely yes?” You smiled playfully as he looked back at you and grinned. “You haven’t changed a bit. Good.” He offered you his arm and you grabbed it, making your way to the seats offered for you. Your boss has made sure you had a seat right next to Aizawa. 

Over the next half hour, speeches were made, food was served, and laughs were shared. It was a joyful time, but you couldn’t help but look for Aizawa. He was all over the place, as if he was trying to get away from you. Finally, people began dancing. Getting nervous, you quickly got up and walked towards the teacher. 

“May I have this dance?” You grinned cheekily at him as he turned to you, unamused by your humor. “How about you leave me alone? I don’t need my former student protecting me. It’s my job as a hero to protect you.” He explained, but you just shook your head, stepping closer. “No way Sir. It is my job to protect you, and only you quite literally.” You winked at him, joking again. Finally, you turned your head and gave him your puppy-dog eyes. “How about that dance?” He nodded and grabbed your, smiling as you both began to make your way to the dance floor.

He told you about his recent retirement, and how he and Mic had been spending their recent times in their secret vacation home down South in the islands. You then began telling him about how you had gotten into a relationship with two of your fellow students, and he told you how happy he was for you all. “You girls were always close. I’m so happy, you deserve as many lovers as you desire.” He commented, making you suddenly so happy. “Mic dated two people once in elementary school. He was… such the player.” You both laughed, before Aizawa looked down at his phone. “Speak of the devil.” You noticed that Aizawa had gotten a text from Mic. “Excuse me for a minute.” Aizawa went to walk away towards the hallway, before looking back at you, seeing your worry. “I’ll be fine. Mic is waiting for me on the balcony.”

You nodded, going to sit down when you suddenly saw Mic looking around. “Has anyone seen my phone?” He yelled out, walking around. It took you a minute to realize it, but you quickly jumped up and looked at him. “Where’s Aizawa?!” You asked him loudly, causing some people to look at you strangely. “I… I don’t know, wasn’t he just with you?” Mic asked, looking at you strangely with confusion in his expression. “Oh god. Oh god!” You ran to the door that Aizawa had walked out, before pulling and pushing on it. It was stuck. Looking around, and then at the ceiling, you began to see a light green, almost neon, mist coming out of the sprinklers. “Everyone cover your mouths!” You screamed, bringing your shirt up to your mouth as the mist began to get thicker in the air. People began coughing, and everyone began freaking out. “Y/n?! Y/n!” You looked over to see Jirou and Momo running towards you. Jirou began to have trouble breathing, coughing and such since her shirt was very thin and not useful as a mask. 

“Momo, make an explosion and get everyone out. I’ll need all the back up I can get. Also, tell everyone to get low. This gas rises high and won’t settle on the ground.” You commanded your girlfriend, before Jirou turned to you. “What about you?” She asked, fear and panic in her eyes. “I’m going to go save our teacher.” You smiled, kissed her cheek, and ran off. Using your quirk, you were able to walk through the walls and see that the door has been blocked off by dozens of pieces of heavy furniture, too heavy for you. Finally, you were able to breathe. “Aizawa?!” You screamed, following the sound of slight mumbling through the dozens and dozens of hallways. 

Suddenly, you heard laughing, and turned around, knowing that the villain was right around the corner. You recognized that laugh… “Shinny?” You called out, hearing the laughing stop suddenly. He knew you were there. And you knew he was there. And he knew you knew he was there.

“Shinny? What are you doing?” You asked, eyes wide. With the way you were pretending, you made sure to look sad and betrayed. “Oh Y/n… I’m sorry.” He whispered at you. Looking out, you saw that they were on the balcony, Aizawa about to jump five stories off, but he wasn’t his normal self. Shinso had Aizawa under his control. “Shinso, please don’t do this.” You mumbled, walking towards him. You had to use Shinso’s love for you against him, something you thought you’d never do. “Oh Y/n, I have to. I have to make a name for myself as a villain, and taking out a big-time hero like this will jump-start my career.” He tried to explain, but you just shook his head. “Now, it’s time. Aizawa-” You interrupted Shinso, keeping him from instructing Aizawa to jump. “You knew I’d get out of there. You know my quirk Shinso. You knew I’d get out. Why?” You asked as you kept walking towards him. “I… I want you to join me Y/n. There’s a little bit of me that still wants to become a villain, but I want to do it with you. Please. Join me.” He reached his hand out towards you, and you instantly grabbed it. 

Walking towards him, you kissed him, and felt his hands grab onto your body. You could tell he wanted this, and you regretted what you would have to do next. You overpowered him, using every ounce of strength, and pushed him to the ground. “Hitoshi Shinso, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can and will be used against you in the name of law.” You dragged handcuffs out of your pockets and whipped them around his hands, sitting on top of him as you did so. Before he could speak, you got out a piece of tape and stuck it to his mouth. As Shinso panicked, he lost control, and Aizawa quickly fell back onto the balcony, now fully awake and safe. 

“Y/n… I don’t know what happened, he-” You patted his head, smiling softly at the adult man on the ground who was now shaken up and scared. “It’s fine now Aizawa, he’s not going to hurt a fly again. Right Shinny?” You slapped Shinso against the face very softly and smiled, knowing he was hating every second of this. “T-Thank you. I’m sorry about earlier, you did great, I-” You shushed Aizawa, feeling happy about your mission becoming a success. “Just doing my job. You may even call me your hero.” 

The other students and faculty met up with you, all of them acquiring gas masks made by Momo herself, which she was very proud of. Mic was quick to hug Aizawa, and your girls were quick to hug you. They had been scared, not knowing if you were okay or not while they all struggled to get the door open. Finally, Momo had looked up how to make dynamite, and had blown up the doorway and the surrounding halls. Looking out onto everyone, you began to see everyone’s true nature again. Deku had been crying, Shinso had been keeping Izuku sane, Bakugo had been angry at you for going out on your own, and Kirishima was boasting about how manly you were to anyone who would listen. You only stopped for a second before looking down at the street to see Shinso being taken away in handcuffs. “Well, I’ve got to go. Duty calls.” You smiled at your girls, kissing them and beginning to walk away, hearing hoots, hollers, and farewells at your back.

You didn’t need to say goodbye, because it was not. Aizawa and Mic would send flowers to your office, Denki would want to play video games and catch up as if you were still teenagers, Bakugo and Kirishima would invite the Bakusquad over to grill out, you would see your girlfriends at home that night, Deku and Todoroki would want to have a couples getaway, Mina, Asui and Ochako would want to have a Girls Night out, and Iida… Well you saw Iida on missions a lot anyways, and you two were already heavily close. You were close with the entire class, and you were happy to see that even over 10 years, nothing had really changed about life.

Down at the street, you waved to your fellow cops before getting in the front seat next to your partner, and looking at the back mirror towards Shinso. “So… you’re a cop now?” He asked, watching you nod at his question. “Glad one of us is doing something with their life. Good for you.” He remarked as you looked out the window. In the side mirror, you could see Shinso begin to smile. He really was happy for you, and you knew that when he got out of jail, you’d be there for him to, hopefully to help him find his purpose in life too. Maybe he would find his own version of Momo and Jirou.

[vibranium-chakra]

Developing, Part 2

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader

Warnings: Smut and dassit.

A/N: This took me longer than I'd hoped lol, but I added on (: hope you guys like it!

You were absolutely spent. Erik gently removed the gag from around your neck, allowing you to breath more shallowly. As you caught your breath, his surprised eyes stayed on you. He was fully enamored with you, more submissive and innocent than anyone he’d ever been with.

You turned your body towards his, now caught up with yourself. You bit your lip nervously when you saw his ambiguous facial expression, mouth still slightly agape and eyes fixated on you.

“S-Sorry Sir. I didn’t know I wa-”

You were cut off by his lips crashing into yours. He tangled his fingers in the curls on the side of your face. The kiss was taking the little breath you had left away.

“You were perfect.” he gripped your face between both hands, the praise tickling your lips he was so close.

“You wanna try something else?” He cooed at you through a mischievous grin. The way he woke up your body, you’d do anything he wanted.

“Yes Daddy.”

The simple sentence had never sounded better in his life. He heard the sincerity and lust scattered in your tone; a dedicated and unafraid submissive. The innocence in you had transformed before his eyes. The cuff on your right wrist was keyed open only to be pulled behind your back and locked again. You were now pleasantly positioned below him on your knees. Erik admired your for a minute; your thighs, too thick to touch your toes in the position, had spread in size like dough. Your arms behind your back drew his eyes to young breasts, supple and begging to be touched. You watched the aerial view of him quickly pulling down his sweatpants and boxers, dick bouncing out. The dark cedarwood scent he usually wore hit your nose violently as they fell. As hard as he was, the weight of his dick didn’t allow the member to point upwards. It was hung. You’d felt a glimpse at the club but still wasn’t prepared for this.

“You like what you see?” he said smugly, grabbing himself at the base before stroking steadily. You were practically salivating. You wedged your bottom lip into your mouth callowly and peered up at him. He read your mind.

“Ask me.”

“Can I taste it please?”

“C’mon.” he gruffed out. You took your time examining it before taking the head into your mouth. The small drop of precum meshed well on your tongue before you started a slow and steady sucking motion. Erik’s head fell backwards as he relaxed his muscles . He was under your spell. He peeked down to be met with your dark brown eyes. You started going harder, taking more inches in with each swallow. You went as far down as you could go before gagging and retracting. Erik’s bottom lip dropped; he would’ve stopped and kissed you if it didn’t feel so good. From then you slowed back down and sucked him off passionately, your tongue running around his dick with every stroke, never losing eye contact. He started whining and cursing under his breath which motivated you to gag as much as you could. The suction sound echo throughout the bedroom. Rings of bubbly spit developed around the base of his shaft. It wasn’t until you went so deep that your eyes watered did he pull his dick away from you; he almost lost control.

“Shit Princess, hold up.”

Pride swelled in your chest. Pleasing him is all you wanted to do. He tangled his hand in the back of your head and hair, gripping softly.

“Lemme see what you can really do. Open up. Eyes on me.”

You’d seen enough porn to know what was coming next. You extended your tongue, opened wide and took a deep breath. Erik sunk himself into your mouth and throat, going until he felt you cough. He kept the motion going experimentally until he was full blown fucking your face. The slow thrusts escalated to a quick and rough rhythm. Spit dripped down your chest and breasts, your curly hair now held down by Erik’s grip.. He thrusted one more time, going as deep as he could until you retched. He pulled you away with a loud pop, both of you breathing heavy. Your face was now stained in tears and saliva; he has never seen anything else so beautiful.

Erik didn’t even give himself time to direct you, opting you grab you up by the underarms and reposition you back on the bed. He quickly turned you around and bent you over by the lower back. His expression awed at the sight as he kneeled behind you, face to face with your pussy. Aside from the wetness that still smeared across your lips, he could now see that you’d managed to cream up a little in between the time you squirted and now.

“You nasty little bitch.”

Usually being called a bitch lit you aflame and sent you into a cursing fit, but right now it made you want to come undone.  He smacked it with an open palm. Your back arched at the sensation of his fingers, the digits playing against your clit and making you squirm. He expertly teased your clit, rubbing and flicking with purpose.

“Ahh fuck baby,” you squealing. He surprised you with another smack to your left cheek.

“That’s not my name, Princess,” he retorted, not missing a beat as he continued.

“You tryna get punished already?”

“No...n-no Sir,” you kinda did, but you responded cautiously, anxious of what he may do if you said the wrong thing. You yelped as he spanked you again.

“I can’t hear you.”

“No sir” you moaned out confidently. Erik grinned at that.

“Good girl.”

Your head shot up at the feeling of his mouth fully enveloping your pussy. His tongue explored the entirety of your canal, occasionally stopping to flick against your clit and vacuum it inside his mouth. It wasn’t long until you heard only the smacking and sloshing of your juices and Erik’s saliva. He groaned in vibrations against your pussy. He took one breath before attaching himself again. It was too sweet for him to worry about air.

He added in two fingers to the equation, jerking ferociously and probing at your G-spot every time. By now you were a moaning, shrieking mess. You struggled to stay afoot on the ground.

“You tryna run from me?” He released you but kept his fingers holding their pace, all the more forceful now that his lips were out of the way.

“Daddy please!”

“Gimme that shit c’mon,” the vulgarity alone had your mouth stuck open and silent as you rippled through another orgasm. You shuddered as he slowed his movements, making sure his fingers were covered completely before craning around to your mouth. You sucked everything off, savoring the taste and staring in his eyes. His sultry gaze and face shining from your extract towered over you.

In one swift motion, Erik turned your body around and pushed you backwards. Erik was in the middle of skillfully removing a Magnum from the package with his teeth before rolling it on. You watched intently as he towered over you. He pushed your legs back slid in painfully slow.

“Fuckkkkkk.” He hissed as he watched your pussy devour him, throwing his head back. His plans to dominate you were almost thrown off. He stroked a few more times before bottoming out altogether and staying there. You had never felt so full. He adjusted his stance so that his face was inches away from yours.

“You gon take this dick like a good little slut?”

Your face froze on his. Slut? You weren’t sure if you were shook because he had the gall to call you that or because it made you throb. You blinked a few times before nodding. Erik chuckled and beamed at your expression. He knew you’d like this. He wrapped his thick fingers around your neck, putting a little pressure on the sides.

“You better answer me girl.”

“Yes sir.”

He grabbed your thighs up, keeping them spread apart and proceeded to stroke your walls. It felt like his dick was touching your soul. The slow but hard strokes made you feel full each and every time followed by a wet suction noise when he retracted, and you loved it. You knew that you’d never wanna feel abt other type of sex again. His eyes fell to you excreting more cream onto his dick after just a few more strokes.You gasped and groaned in approval all while he continued to call out the dirtiest things he could come up with.

“That’s it, take allat shit.”

“Such a nasty fuckin’ pussy.”

“You take Daddy’s dick so well.”

“You creamin’ all over this big dick?”

Erik gripped his bottom lip with his teeth once he started going in harder, the slapping of his skin echoing off of yours. You had never been fucked like this; pounded and suspended where you couldn’t move. This was the first time a man didn’t need to be led or directed into what to do with you. Erik just knew. That alone made you want to shatter into pieces. Before you knew it your legs were shaking and your screaming escalated, but he wasn’t stopping. He had found the perfect algorithm to your pussy. He knew you were about to cum but he didn’t wanna wait for you to ask.

“C’mon slut, cum for Daddy.”

That was it. Your skin grew hot, eyes rolled, ears popped. The only thing you could hear or feel was yourself screaming  the leak that sprung from your pussy. You heard liquid hitting the comforter and carpet below you. Though Erik hadstopped stroking, he thrashed his fingers against your clit and pussy. He wanted you empty.

Once you stopped, Erik went down and slurped up as much wetness as he could. You shuddered at the sensitivity.

“Think you can take a little more?” He said just above a whisper as he came up. His dick was still hard as rock; he still hadn’t come. Damnit.. You nodded faintly at his request. As tired as you were, you wanted to see him come undone. You needed the gratification. His eyes fixated on your swollen pussy as he eased back into you. You’d never get used to that. His speed picked up quickly. You were so warm and sopping now that you’d been fucked so well. Your walls started to contract around his dick so sweetly, he didn’t wanna pull out. It wasn’t long before the warmth and music of your moans brought him to a climax. He moaned as he emptied into the condom. Once you both caught your breath, he kissed you long and hard. His lips tasted like you and he chuckled once he realized that’s what you were trying to taste.

He discarded the condom smoothly into the trashcan nearby before removing your cuffs.

“Ouch. I didn’t realize how tight those were,” you complained examining the demarcation where they pulled.

“I bet you didn't.” He pulled you into his chest by your wrists and rubbed over them with his thumbs. You both were now lying in the middle of the bed facing one another.

“You did so so good, thank you.” He whispered before kissing your forehead. “You okay?”

You nodded and smiled on the inside, unable to really move much. His hands played and traced at your waistline softly, so soft that you practically fell asleep.

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