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exceeding expectations | ran haitani

pairing: ran haitani x f!reader

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI!; smut, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, some cockwarming at the end, ran is a TEASE, praise, overall soft sex with best friend!ran <333

synopsis: after several casual hookups and ruined orgasms, you’re about to give up on your sex life. but not until your best friend ran shows you exactly what you deserve.

notes: this is… sloppily done ngl. but this is my first time writing in WEEKS so i guess this is a warm-up, “getting back into it” piece! (please be kind HAHA.) anyways, likes and reblogs are always appreciated!

beta-readers: @christeningsakusa @midnightwonderland-writer THANKS Y’ALL FOR ELEVATING THIS IN WAYS MY SMOOTH SASHIMI BRAIN COULD NOT!

“wait,” ran wheezes out in between snorts. “you’re not fucking with me right now? he was this big?” he lifts his fingers to indicate your ex-hookup’s pitiful size.

a groan rumbles from the pit of your throat. dropping your forehead into your best friend’s shoulder, you meekly nod your head. “yes,” you whisper quietly, trying your best to stifle your giggles. “he couldn’t even wrap his whole fist around his dick. he had to stroke himself with his fingers!”

placing his hand on his chest, ran catches his breath. “god damn,” he sighs, “that’s probably the worst experience i’ve ever fucking heard. did his head game at least make up for it?”

you bury your face into the crook of his neck, the soft cotton material of his shirt tickling your cheek and hiding the heat that creeps up on your face. “it was okay.”

“just okay?!” ran retorts. “did he even make you cum?”

when you gently shake your head, disappointment settles in his chest. “why do you keep fucking with losers who can’t even make you finish?” he tsks.

“hey!” you smack the side of his stomach, and ran starts to laugh again. “first you beg me to tell you an embarrassing sex story and then you make fun of me for it? you promised you wouldn’t shame me!”

“calm down, you big baby.” he wraps his arm around you, his thumb rubbing circles into the curve of your hip. “i’m not shaming you. i’m just saying that you deserve better than that. you should be fucking people that can make you feel good, not just any random dude who talks big but can’t even make you cum once.”

lifting your face out of his shoulder, you playfully squint at him. “what are you trying to say? that you could make me cum?” it’s meant to come off as a joke, but with the way the tension rises in the air, your snarky remark feels more like a proposal.

your faces are just a few inches apart; his lavender eyes stare straight into yours before flicking down to your lips. he doesn’t miss the way that your tongue subtly runs across your bottom lip, and it makes a smirk creep up on the corners of his mouth.

“i know i can. if you want me to prove it, then i’m down.”

“oh, shut up.” you push him off of you and crawl to the opposite end of the couch. pulling your legs into your chest, you bury your face into your knees to hide your pout. “i don’t want your sympathy and i sure as hell refuse to be some sort of pity fuck.”

he follows you over to the other side, settling himself on the floor in front of you. “you’re not a pity fuck though— i want to do this. i promise.” he extends his pinky to you.

there are very few moments during your friendship when you’ve seen ran show his serious side. a mischievous and free spirit— his sincerity is a stark contrast from his usual demeanor. the few times you’ve seen this switch in his personality is whenever he treats rindou’s wounds after a brawl, a gentle expression plastered on his pretty features as he carefully wraps a bandage around his little brother’s busted knuckle. he sits in front of you right now with the same look on his face, and there’s no doubt in your mind that he’s being honest.

wrapping your pinky around his, you slowly nod your head. “okay, i trust you.”

a smile lights up across his face. “can i kiss you?” as soon as you nodded, his large hand were cradling your face, pulling you in so that your faces were only an inch apart. the temptation to crash your lips into his won out over his attempt to lead.

the kiss starts slow at first, almost hesitant, but when you mewl against his mouth and whisper for more, his teeth gently nibble at your bottom lip. your head swirls from the excitement; your hands grab at the waistband of his sweats, doing everything you can to pull his body closer to yours. he pulls away momentarily to slip your shirt off of your torso before his lips crash against yours again.

“let me show you what you deserve, beautiful,” he pants out in between chaste kisses to your jaw. his lips traverse the expanse of your neck, making their way up to your pulse point. his teeth softly nip at your flesh, and when he hears your breath hitch, his tongue soothes out the ache that it would leave.

when a needy ‘please’ slips out between your lips, he begins working his way down your exposed upper half, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake. his hot breath fans across your tits, and his mouth encircles one of your nipples. he lightly nips at the perked bud with his front teeth, and you arch your back to push your chest further into his greedy mouth.

he continues his way down to your clothed pussy— flimsy sleep shorts and a lacy thong are the only things keeping him away from his personal heaven. he buries his face into your crotch, taking a deep inhale through his nostrils.

“smells so fucking pretty,” he says as he exhales. “been wanting this for so fucking long.”

you don’t even have time to process the implications behind his words— he immediately lifts up your hips and slides off your clothes in a swift motion. his smile grows even wider when he sees how wet you are, a string of your slick connecting your glistening folds to your underwear.

“you’re fucking soaked, baby. have you been turned on this whole time?”

“ran,” you whine, “quit teasing me!”

he ignores your pleas, resting your thighs on both of his shoulders. “the only way you’d be this wet is if you were horny while we were cuddling, but don’t worry, princess. i won’t make you wait much longer.”

he moans as he licks a stripe up your cunt, and when he reaches your clit, he presses a soft kiss on the sensitive bud before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. his pace is ruthless as he eats you out like a starved man, his tongue flicking your clit back and forth. his hand creeps up your body and he places his fingers in front of your mouth; taking them in between your lips, you coat his fingers with your saliva and he pulls them out with a pop.

his digits pump in and out of you, curling in a come-hither motion until he finds your sweet spot. he continues his motions, pumping and curling the ribbed flesh until he feels your thighs begin to flex. pleasure creeps up in your core, bubbling out to the tips of your fingers. your chest heaves and toes curl as you feel your orgasm looming over you— so fucking close that it’s making you lose your mind.

“ran, please,” you drawl out. “i’m gonna cum!”

“then do it, pretty. let go. i got you.” his nails dig into the plush of your thighs as they shake; you come undone against his face, grinding your cunt against his mouth while your ride out your orgasm. fingers sinking into his couch cover, you search for purchase as your pleasure begins to plateau. when the sensation becomes too much, you gently push him off of you.

he chuckles as he swipes his thumb across his chin. popping his soiled fingers into his mouth one by one, he licks himself clean. “so how’d i do? did i meet your expectations?”

“shut up, you already know that you exceeded them,” you quip back as he begins undressing himself. your eyes trail down his body, following the black ink that intricately swirls across the right side of his body. when he slides his sweats and boxers off, your eyes land on his cock— it stands completely upright, smacking against his toned abs and leaking droplets of precum from his pink tip. the amazed look on your face doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and he smirks at your cute expression. gulping, you add on, “in more ways than one.”

“good,” he hums. he walks over to the other side of the couch and lies down, resting his back against the plush arm of the couch. patting his thighs, he motions for you to come over. “c’mere, pretty girl.”

you crawl over and straddle him, his shaft nestled in between your slick folds. fingers digging into your hips, he grinds you up and down his dick. “you ready?” he asks, and when you bite your lip and nod, he lifts you up and slowly lowers you onto his cock. his girth stretches you out perfectly, making a warmth bubble in the pit of your core.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he breathes once he finally bottoms out. “you’re a fucking dream.”

his hands squeeze the flesh of your ass, lifting you up so that only his tip prods at your entrance. you feel so empty without him inside you, and you mewl at the empty sensation. “ran, what are you—”

your question is cut off when he delivers a slap against your ass, the sound reverberating in his empty living room. “you trust me right? then let me take care of you.” he slams you back down onto his length, his heavy balls clapping against your ass. “fuck,” he groans, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and his eyelids fluttering. “lean into me, baby.”

you do as you’re told and lean against him, your sweaty chests rubbing against each other as ran fucks up into you. his strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you in place when his thrusts pick up in speed. you bury your face into the crook of his neck, pressing your mouth against his skin to stifle your moans. still, it’s not enough to drown out your pretty sounds, and it makes ran’s head swim with lust.

“play with your clit,” he commands. he slaps your ass again to get your attention, his large palms squeezing and kneading your flesh. “want you to cream all over my cock.” you obey, and your fingers snake in between your pressed bodies and rub frantic circles on your sensitive bud. his tip deliciously brushes against your sweet spot with every thrust, and it makes your head dizzy as a heat creeps up your neck and cheeks. feeling your velvety walls clench around him, he knows that you’re close.

“god, i’m gonna cum if you keep squeezin’ me like that,” ran chokes out. pulling your face out of his shoulder, you kiss him, your tongue needily exploring the inside of his mouth. when you pull away, a string of saliva connects your swollen lips.

“then do it. need you to fill me up, ran.”

at your words, he spills his seed into you, filling you up with an intense warmth. you cum with him, your walls contracting around him and milking him dry. the stuttering of his hips begins to cease, and he plants you onto his lap with his cock still twitching inside you.

“do you want me to get off?” you ask him, but he immediately shakes his head.

“no, let’s just stay like this.” he takes your hand and kisses your fingertips, a cute rosy tint painting his cheeks at the intimacy. “how was that, sweetheart?”

“the best i’ve ever had,” you sweetly admit, your heart thumping loudly in your chest when his eyes meet yours and a soft smile spreads across his face. you continue, “i can’t believe i was missing out on you this whole time.”

“i could say the same,” he chuckles and intertwines his hand with yours. “from now on, whenever you’re feeling needy, call me. i’ll make you cum every single time.”

you untangle your hand from his. extending your pinky finger, you ask, “promise?”

his thin digit wraps around yours. “promise.”

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[wakasa-wifey]

So uhm once again congrats my bb <333

I am so happy for you omg 😭😭

I am here to request something for the prompt section ~

Wakasa x fem!reader or gn!reader you choose

With prompt #6 (i mean it’s meant for him and my sweet tooth fufu)

Love you so much and wish you the best 🥰

Sweeter Than Sugar!

Prompt #6 “No lollipops for you. You eat too many and leave the sticks lying around the house.” - Wakasa Imaushi

Kodou Rengou! bf! Wakasa Imaushi x afab! gf! reader

cw: smut mdni! food play (?), food insertion into vagina (pls don't do this), (mean) dom! Wakasa, oral (female receiving), Wakasa calling reader Princess, overstimulation, squirting, manhandle.

summary: Wakasa thinks you nagged too much about him eating lollipops so he asked you to hold it for him.

word count: 703 words

AN: God forgive me I don't know what I am doing. I fully blame Victoria for asking it to be spicy (ily tho wife :P) My first smut (and it's not even full blown) goodbye I'm gonna hide myself in the corner. Don't come searching for me. Oh and thank you sm to my Kiki pie @p-antomime for being my beta T-T ily.

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Looking at the floor of your boyfriend's apartment, you could only shake your head seeing the litters of lollipop wrappers and sticks all over the floor. Sighing to yourself, you went to the kitchen and took out the plastic and started to pick up the trash on the floor. "Morning angel." arms wrapping themselves behind you, you could recognise the morning voice of your boyfriend, Wakasa Imaushi. "Morning 'Kasa." you hummed. Turning you over, you covered Wakasa's mouth before he could kiss you, causing him to whine at your action. 

"Nuh uh, go brush your teeth first and take a shower, you smell." you told him jokingly, getting a frown out of him and a tighter grip as he tried to get closer to you. "Waka noooooo" your turn to whine as you struggled to get out from his grip and pout up at him, a little scream escaped you after he managed to land a little kiss on your pouting lips. A chuckle and a smirk decorated your boyfriend's face celebrating his victory against you. 

"Princess, I already took a shower before you came." Wakasa's deep chuckle rang when he caged you against him tighter while trying to reach a jar of lollipops inside the cabinet behind you. Frowning, you tried to take the lollipop away only for Wakasa to move away from you."Nooo it's mine." the president of Kodou Rengou childishly whined and did a small run from you whenever you tried to take away the lollipop from his mouth. "Wakasa no." you sighed at the albino haired man. “No lollipops for you. You eat too many and leave the sticks lying around the house.”you scolded him while still trying to reach his height to take away the lollipop when you suddenly slipped. 

Luckily for you, your boyfriend managed to catch you before you ends up on the floor. "Thank you Waka." you thanked him before squiggling out of his hold. "Princess stop." confused, you looked up at him, only to see a full blown pupil with 'something' poking on your stomach." Uhh Waka-" you were cut off by Wakasa,"You know what, maybe I want something sweeter than the candy."

And that's how you found yourself in this situation.

"Shit Princess, you're drenched." Wakasa who's been edging you with kitten licks sniggered against your folds. Going up to your face, Wakasa smiled as an idea lights up in his head. Taking out the lollipop that he kept at the side of his mouth, Wakasa looked at it before smirking." Heads up Princess." was the only warning you got before you felt a small pressure under as he pushed the lollipop into your hole. "Wa- Wakasa." you moaned when Wakasa started to move the lollipop in and out of you. 

Popping out the lolly from your hole, you whined because of the empty feeling inside you. Smirking, Wakasa licked the lollipop, making eye contact with you. "Taste sweet. Sweeter when it has your essence on it." Wakasa said while finishing the candy stick. 

"Don't worry Princess, I don't forget you." discarding the candy at his side, he now paid full attention to you and you only. 

"Wakasa, gonna cum, 'm gonna cum!" your small scream accompanied with a blinding white flash as you cums, your body shaking uncontrollably. "Well, well will you look at that, don't know you can squirt Princess." Wakasa snickered against your crotch, lapping at it, getting you into overstimulation.

"Waka, no." 

"Waka yes." ignoring your protests, Wakasa only added three of his fingers, massaging your walls and hitting your G-Spot directly while biting and licking your clit. At the feel of your walls constricting his movements, he smiled "Gonna cum again Princess?" he snickered. 

"Ye-yes. Please, please let me cum. Wakasa let me cum please." 

"Shh shh, come for me Princess. Cum now." Once Wakasa's fingers makes a 'come hither' motion, you're once again pushed into another orgasm. 

"Waka. Waka, too much- 's too much." you babbled, trying to push Wakasa away but was proven unsuccessful as Wakasa's grip only got tighter. "Come on Princess, one more. I know you can give me one more." at that, you know it's going to be a long night. 

[mik3ysprincess03]

Tokyo Revengers boyfriend scenarios: how they make up after a fight

☰ Characters: Mikey, Draken, Kazutora, Mitsuya, Kokonoi, Hanma, Ran, Rindou, Sanzu.

A/N do you all have any preference as to who I add in the head cannons, should I bring chifuyu in? I am sorry these are a little long, I may have gotten carried away! I’m not sure if you all prefer these detailed or shorter.

Warnings: Light smut, fluff, daddy kink, cat calling, NSFW 18+. Reader is female!

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Draken:

•Dense and clueless. Let's be real.

•You and Draken had a fight, out of all things it was about how he wasn’t around enough. Draken would spend a ton of time at D&D motors or with his friends outside of work time instead of being with you as much.

•Of course you didn’t mind that Draken had friends who he would hang out with, but he was seemingly oblivious to the fact you were his girlfriend and wanted more time with him?? Big brain Ken bf moment.

•Where was your time for dates? As soon as Draken came home he either ate food silently at the table with you or just went to bed, or would try to provoke you to have sex with him. He thought it was enough. He even brought a dang watermelon come and gave you a slice and said it was a present, which was sweet and all, but you wanted to cuddle, go on dates, be around him more. One day you had enough and wanted to be clear with him. You missed the little things like him brushing your hair too.

•You were out doing some shopping at the mall, treating yourself to your favourite items such as some makeup, clothes and snacks. It’s always fun to treat yourself. That’s when you left the mall and walked down a few blocks and saw Draken, Mikey, Mitsuya and some of the other guys standing beside some motorcycles chatting away. Your eyebrow twitched as you saw Draken, you approached the group. “Hey (Name). Good to see you.” Mikey greeted you and you smiled nodding your head. “Draken.” You said crossing your arms and frowning.

•”What are you giving me that look for?” He snapped looking down at you. Draken never appreciates sass.

•”Is that anyway to treat your girlfriend?! You are hardly around anymore and you barely put in time to spend time alone with me or go on dates. I don’t even remember the last time you fucking hugged me or said you loved me.” You spat as you heard Mikey reply with an “uh oh, kenny’s in trouble”.

•”I have been around, what are you talking about? We see each other daily. Don’t my actions tell you that I love you? I bring you food and I let you wear my clothes when I’m gone, quit your bitching.” This stung, it made you begin to cry “you’re so dense Draken.” You sobbed before turning on your heels the other way to head back to your apartment.

•”Come on man, you never told us you weren’t spending so much time with your girl. Girl's can get sentimental about these things, you should put in more effort for her.” Mitsuya told Draken once you stormed off.

•Draken was in a sour mood the rest of the day. He really did love you. After reflecting on his emotions and getting a pep talk from Mitsuya about how you were trying to get his attention all along, he knew he had to make it up to you.

•Later that evening you were laying on your bed, after crying your heart out the whole day. Did Kenny not love you anymore? Why didn’t he stop you from walking away? You were taken out of your thoughts when you heard the front door to the apartment open, he was home. Draken who was wearing his usual black and white cardigan, black pants and his hair done came into the room with a bag in hand. “We need to talk.”

•”I’m sorry, (Name). I had no idea that my lack of attention towards you has hurt you so much, I guess admittedly I can be a bit clueless about these things. I love you, I hope you can forgive me.” His voice was monotone yet sincere, he handed you the bag as you took it cautiously. When you opened it, there was a small pink box with a ribbon around it. Once undoing the ribbon and revealing what was inside the box, you saw a beautiful silver promise ring. Your heart melted.

•”I promise I’ll always stick by your side.” He said in reference to the ring, pointing to a ring on his index finger, it was a plain silver one. “F-fine I forgive you… I love you too.” You bit down on your lip. “I love it, thank you so much Kenny. But please make more time for me, I miss going on dates and cuddling.”

•He got in between your legs on the bed as he wrapped his arms around you. His scent was so comforting, it was your boyfriend’s scent. “I missed my good girl too, yeah? When was the last time we made love?” Your lips instantly turned from a frown to a smile as you giggled.

•”Mm I dunno. I’ve missed it though, daddy.” Your smile turned into a smirk. As his hands began to trail all over your body. His lips pressing against yours and colliding “Need daddy’s cock, huh? Take those panties off and spread your legs for me, show me what I’ve been missing.” He commanded.

Mikey:

•He gets childish when he is mad or when you two fight. Though you two always make things up with dorayaki.

•Mikey was never too much of a jealous boyfriend, but damn he was overprotective over his girl. He made his presence known as your boyfriend by wrapping his arm around you, placing his hand on your thigh while sitting together, holding hands and even kissing you, Manjiro didn’t care. He was proud to show you off.

•He usually scared of most guys with having the reputation as the “Invincible Mikey”, knowing that your boyfriend would beat anyone’s ass who came near you or put you in harms way. Seemingly, overtime Mikey would just get more controlling and defensive over you. Which one day, while you two were out and you were wearing a stunning (favorite color) dress, some makeup and your hair done up. You looked stunning, as usual.

•After going to a fancy and lavish restaurant for lunch, you and Mikey walked around the district and you walked past a group of what seemed to be a pathetic and amateur gang. Some of the men began to whistle at you, it made you slightly uncomfortable. “Damn, looking fine as hell sexy. Love those tits in your dress.” One of the disgusting men snorted at you, which you bit your lip in discomfort.

•Mikey was already boiling with anger. “I guess you idiots are apart of some pathetic gang, be careful about talking to my girlfriend like that.”

•”U-Um thanks.” You responded awkwardly before one of the men spoke again “can you give me some directions for how I can get into your panties?” Mikey glaring right at the men, who even looked like trash.

•This is when Mikey took matters into his own hands as he began to throw kicks at the men, instantly throwing them down, blood was drawn. He didn’t want to get his hands dirty.

•You stood back in fear “Mikey isn’t this too much…? Let’s just go, before the cops come!” You begged him, biting down on your fingernails hesitantly as some of the men from that lame gang ran off.

•”Why did you just let that happen?“ Your blonde haired boyfriend glared at you, he could be childish and he was feeling jealous so he put the blame on you. “You should’ve told them to fuck off and go to hell, you know I’d protect you and back you up.” Mikey snorted. You let out a sigh and your face began to feel hot as anger bubbled up within you.

•You weren’t just going to yell at a group of strange men telling them to “fuck off” you would’ve just ignored them and went on your way, confrontation like that wasn’t always safe. “Mikey. Do you realize you don’t need to go ballistic every time something happens to me? I would’ve just ignored them.”

•This was when he began ignoring you and getting into a cold tone. “Fine, let’s just go home.” Mikey adjusted the collar of his white shirt as the walk home to your shared apartment was silent. You knew you didn’t fuck up, of course you appreciated Mikey looking out for you but he had no reason to be so childish and ignore you.

•The rest of the day Mikey spent it on the couch across from you, turning on his cell phone to make some phone calls. Eventually, you two were sitting in silence with TV on in the background. “Why do you keep looking at me?” You asked with some attitude.

•”Why do you keep looking at me is the question.” Mikey bluntly replied, leaning against the couch across from you with his chin propped up on his hand. “Hmph, I appreciate you protecting me but sometimes you take things to the extreme.” You let out, before Mikey got up from his seat and grabbed your arms placing them above your head, pinning them. “Extreme?” He asked.

•”L-listen Mikey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get mad at you.”

•“I’m sorry too, cutie.” He sighed before glancing around the room, “now you’ve gotta make it up to me, baby.”

•Your eyes widened as you bit your lip, he was learning down and gazing into your (color) orbs. “You do look sexy, though. Can’t deny that.” He grinned

•”Oh yeah? How can I make it up to you, babe?” You asked with a playful expression, he paused and thought momentarily. “How about you suck my cock like a good girl, let me remind you who you belong to. Then I’ll make you cum with my tongue, I’m the only man who can give you the best pleasure.”

Kazutora:

•Kazutora was extremely jealous and the overprotective type, crazy bf vibes. Again, he has been to jail once and he isn’t afraid to go again. 💀

•You had some male friends you were fairly close with, and at a party while drunk you were sitting in between two of your guy friends, smiling and having a good time.

•Kazutora who was standing near by was getting annoyed and possessive.

•He honestly enjoys scaring your male friends...lol.

•Your male friend had a blue alcoholic drink you wanted to try, so he let you take a sip from his cup. This is what bothered Kazutora. “(Name). What do you think you are doing?” He asked. “He just let me have a sip of his drink I thought it looked cool, it’s not a big deal sweetie!” You defended yourself and your friend.

•You had been hanging around your group of guy friends lately and it’s been a little too close for Kazutora’s comfort. You could he unintentionally flirty and playful which pissed him the fuck off. ”I’m sick of you getting so close to close to these weak dudes, all the hugs, sharing drinks, it’s too much now.” Kazutora glared at the guys you were sitting with.

•”Or maybe you are just crazy for the attention.” His eyes turned dark and had the maniac flare in them.

•What made it worse was also the fact you had his shirt on. You were his girlfriend, his girl, his precious baby to protect. Tora would even get jealous and give other dudes the death stare while you two were at the beach, if anyone glanced at you in the wrong way he took it personally. Kazutora his gotten into fights over you before.

•”Don’t you fucking dare call me that. I-I’m sorry. I won’t hug them as much and I’ll be more mindful to your feelings. But we are just friends, I’ve known these guys my whole life, I love you only Kazutora!” You say standing up from your spot and walking towards him.

•Perhaps you didn’t realize his jealously was also rooted from some inner insecurity. You held Kazutora’s hand and led him to another room, trying to calm him down. “Why would you say that?! You know I love you and only you.” Tears rolled down your cheeks as he realized his words hurt you.

•The man paused for a moment, running his hand through his black and bleached bright blonde strands of hair — he paced around the empty room as you trembled. “I’m so sorry for calling you that, (Name). You don’t deserve that baby, I love you so much. It just makes me feel a little jealous when those guys get so close to you, I know how guys are like and you are a gorgeous babe. I don’t want to lose you.” Kazutora confessed as his eyes lock with yours.

•You understood what he meant and forgave him. Of course, he shouldn’t have said that. But you knew Kazutora didn’t mean that and really just needed reassurance.

•You both decided to leave the party and take a night time walk together, holding hands while sorting everything out. Communication goes miles.

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Mitsuya:

•Mitsuya and you were a very close couple, your relationship was built on a ton of trust and loyalty. He was very considerate towards you.

•Fighting with him as your boyfriend is impossible!!

•You two were out at night, Mitsuya was meeting up with some old friends and you were wearing a very short skirt and a revealing top. Which he didn’t mind, he felt secure and you looked great. The looks other men and his friends gave you slightly irked him.

•When you two came back home as soon as you closed the front door Mitsuya spoke “so, was wearing such a short skirt necessary for tonight? You looked gorgeous but I think it was a little too short for public.” The lavender haired man fiddled with the keys in his hand.

•”Well what did you think of it?! I was trying a new look out.” You said in a bubbly tone.

•Mitsuya worked in fashion and designing and he often used you as his main subject for wearing his designs and testing out styles. He made you clothes often too. “It looked tacky.” He muttered.

•”What?” You asked hurt. Before Mitsuya realized his words came out wrong, so wrong. “I didn’t mean it like that, baby. I’m so sorry. I just meant, the outfit is a little short and revealing. The clothes don’t look so amazing, you look amazing in them but I could make you a skirt you’d look much sexier in.” He apologized.

•”I didn’t realize others were checking me out. I didn’t mean to make you upset. I’m sorry.” You pouted, looking into your boyfriends hazy eyes.

•”I’m sorry for coming off that way, you always look beautiful. Speaking of which… I made you something I’d like to see on you.” Mitsuya gave a soft smile. He was a mature man, he grew up raising his younger sisters, it was a genuine mistake and a statement he made without thinking.

•You nodded your head but felt puzzled, you followed him to your bedroom. He reached into his side of the closet and brought out a lovely, white, lace summer dress. He tailored it to fit you perfectly, so that’s why he was taking measurements of you a few weeks ago.

•”Try it on. I thought it would be a pretty summer dress you could wear out. You will look like an angel.” He softly smiled. Your eyes lit up in excitement.

•You stood up eagerly and began to undress, which Mitsuya tried to look the other direction to avoid getting horny and turned on. But ended up biting his lip and checking your body out as he saw the pretty set of lingerie you had on, the way your breasts looked covered in that bra, how your panties hugged your hips.

•You slipped the dress on and he helped zip it up in the back. “Give me a spin.” He smirked, his eyes watching your every movement as you spun around to show off your dress. “So beautiful.” He praised.

•”I might need to make a few adjustments but you look perfect. It looks so amazing on you, my sexy girl.” Mitsuya hummed.

•You admired yourself in the mirror for a minute as Mitsuya took a seat on the bed. You managed to unzip the dress and got yourself out of it. “So what do you think of my new set of lingerie though?” You giggled.

•His eyes widened with surprise, “come here and I’ll tell you all about it.” He ordered pointing to his lap.

Kokonoi:

•Kokonoi was often going gambling or spending time at casinos, it could get in the way of spending time with you. And one night this really upset you.

•You called him on the phone as you were feeling particularly anxious and wanted him to come home. You were at the apartment alone and there was a thunderstorm, which you were scared of.

•He picked up the damn phone on the last ring. “Hey sweetie pie, what’s up?” His charming voice spoke to you through the phone.

•”Can you please come home?” You asked nervously. “Why? You know I’m gambling right now, love.” He asked in confusion yet stern.

•A sound of thunder filled the room as you shrieked. How did he not remember you were scared of thunderstorms?

•”I’m scared, please come home Koko!” You begged. “Stop playing games, is there actually a problem hun?” Kokonoi said he’d be home before 11 PM and it was now 11:30 and the storm was getting worse.

•”You said you’d be home 30 minutes ago! There is a thunderstorm outside and I’m scared, you don’t even remember what your own girlfriend is scared of?” You snapped.

•That is when he realized he fucked up. “(Name), my beautiful girl… I’m so sorry I totally lost track of time. I, I am so sorry. I am coming home right now.”

•You gave a few soft cries through the phone as Kokonoi stayed on speaker phone while he was being driven home. He drive took a bit longer than expected but you assumed it was from the rain storm? Once he was home he rushed into your bedroom and wrapped you in a tight hug and kissed your forehead.

•”I’m sorry baby girl. Does this make it any better?” From behind his back he pulled out a set of designer pjs and a cute plushie. He loved to spoil you.

•”It’s okay, I’m happy you’re here now.” You felt safe again.

•You put on your new pjs before cuddling with Koko in bed and peacefully falling asleep. <3

Hanma:

•Hanma loves getting into trouble, as you know his often regular habits of getting into fights, or some smaller crimes such as stealing.

•Hanma decided one night he was going to break into a designer store with some of his friends, this was while you were home asleep. He ended up stealing a designer perfume and a bag for you. The gifted it to you the next day and you were suspicious. At first he played it off as he purchased it and not to worry about where he got it from, but you figured out he did in fact steal. (Don’t steal everyone!)

•”Hanma, what the fuck! You can’t just steal and gift me this, it was 2000$ no damn way! You can get in serious trouble!” You freaked out telling him. “So? I’d never get caught. I did this for you princess, you know how much I love you.” He was offended you were going off on him.

•You glared up at your boyfriend who was standing before you with your arms crossed. “You did not need to steal a 2000$ bag and expensive perfume for me. If you wanted to give me a gift for our anniversary all you needed to do is tell me you loved me, not put yourself at risk you idiot.” You lectured him. “God damn, do I ever get a day where my girlfriend won’t stop bitchin’. Chill out shorty.” The taller male certainly did not like being told what to do.

•”What?” You stammered. “I love you so much, I just don’t want you getting arrested or in trouble. It’s too risky Hanma. I don’t want to be visiting my boyfriend in jail.”

•The dark haired male who was wearing a grey shirt and black shorts looked at you and simply walked out of the room. Then you heard him leave the apartment, you opened up your phone to realize it was 12 AM, you must’ve really bothered him.

•You now sat worried in bed, until you heard the door open an hour later. Then you saw Shuji walk in the room, he opened up his phone to show you a photo of the designer items he left outside the store he stole from. “What about finger prints?” You asked. “They can catch me if they can, nobody can keep up to me. Look,” he said.

•He handed you a bag which he ordered food from your favourite restaurant that was open late, inside was your favourite food, appetizer, dessert, drink and a plushie. He had the receipt as proof. You looked up at him and blushed. “T-thank you Hanma, I love you.” You grinned.

•After eating your food (which of course you shared with him)! He began looking into your eyes, grabbing you as he pulled you into his lap. “I love you, (Name).” You felt your crotch press up against his as you wiggled around and blushed shyly.

•”Want me to make it up to you and show you how sorry I am? Let’s be honest, it’s been a bit since you let me drill that pretty pussy.” His deep voice spoke into your ear as he pressed kisses on the back of your neck, before sucking on the side of your neck, leaning a mark. You whined in response.

•”Perhaps… Mm yeah, it has been awhile.” You giggled. “I’ve missed my lil cum slut. Do you need daddy to give you some foreplay before I fuck that pussy and choke you?” His smirk on his face was damn hot, you took a hold of his hand as you squeezed it.

•His hands trailed up underneath your shirt to grope your breasts underneath your bra. Then, you know what happened next.

Ran:

•You are not too much of a jealous girlfriend, but you won’t deny you get a little jealous when you catch others looking at your boyfriend.

•You had joined Ran to a bar tonight for a business meeting, so of course you got dressed up in a dress that matched his suit. You had your makeup done up, some high heels on and you were looking breath taking.

•Half way through the night while Ran got up to order more drinks for your group. That is when you saw a woman talking to him, she was pretty, it was beginning to make you feel insecure.

•Ran is loyal and he didn’t even think she was attractive lmao, ever since you two started dating he thinks everyone else isn’t that good looking.

•Mature man, he likes to keep your relationship smooth so no arguments.

•He politely declined her offers before coming back to your table. This put you into an annoyed and anxious mood. You were quiet the rest of the night before it was time to leave. Once your company left, you were giving Ran the silent treatment.

•”Sweetie, you okay?” His smooth voice asked in concern, your bothered emotions clear to him. You ignored him before speaking a few moments later as you two left the bar. “So, what did that woman want?” You asked with a flare of sass.

•”Is this what you’re worried about?” He stopped in his tracks. “Honey, I told her I wasn’t interested and I have my own girlfriend I love very much. She doesn’t look as good as you-“

•”You’re mine! I don’t want to share you ever.” You snapped, his slightly annoyed him since he didn’t like attitude very much. “Babydoll, please calm down and watch your tone.” He warned.

•”So? Who gives a damn. I hate seeing other girls flirt with my boyfriend.” You sulked.

•”Enough.” He put his foot down and looked down at you. “Stop putting yourself in a position to feel so jealous. I don’t like seeing other men flirt with you but you are absolutely jaw dropping. There is no reason for you to be giving me attitude like this.”

•You were silent the way home once he drove you two home. You stormed off to take a shower, you began to cry to yourself in the shower. You regret having been to harsh. Your boyfriend Ran Haitani was so lovely and didn’t deserve that. You shouldn’t feel so insecure in your relationship anyway.

•Once you got out of the shower, you got dressed in plain black panties and an oversized shirt before combing your wet hair and finding Ran in the living room. He was in the dark watching TV, you looked at him, you two made eye contact before you turned away.

•”C’mere (Nickname).” He called out.

•Once sitting with him on the couch you apologized “I’m sorry for being rude and snapping at you. I’ll try not to put myself down so much, I trust you.” You apologized with a sniffle. “That’s my girl. It’s alright. I love you.”

•”I love you too.”

•An hour of cuddling later turned into Ran eating you out, reminding you how much he loves you. Before he turned you over doggystyle to pound your tight pussy, cumming inside of you and marking you as his.

Rindou:

•You and Rindou fought about a guy looking at you the wrong way. Rindou was protective over his girl like most dudes and wanted everyone to know, they need to keep their eyes off of you

•You two sometimes argue over what to eat but it is cute.

•You were annoyed and puzzled as to why he told a guy to “fuck off” just because he was checking you out which you didn’t realize. “Rindou, it’s not a big deal just calm down babe!”

•But he wasn’t having any of that. You two were now at home and he glared at you. “That dude was looking at you the wrong way, I had to let him know of his place.”

•”Ah…Okay, I understand.” You sighed just complying with him. If that’s how he was going to act, then so be it. You just accepted it. “Is there anything I can do to make it better?” You asked tilting your head innocently.

•That’s when he gave you the most dirty smirk you’ve ever seen. “How about you suck me off right here, right now, angel.”

•To say less, Rindou easily felt back to his usual self again once you have him an incredible blowjob and got to see his cum all over your pretty face.

Sanzu:

•Sometimes you and your boyfriend, Sanzu. Would argue over little things, this being one of them. He didn’t want you going out in that sexy and short sparkly dress he bought you. It was meant to be for his eyes only.

•He took things personally as he would stare violently and get aggressive with men who happened to gaze your way. Sanzu had no problem getting physical with someone else for the sake of you.

•”I can wear whatever I want.” “Yeah but I bought that for you, doll. I have some choice in the matter.”

•”Ah Sanzu, stop! You are so controlling, I’m a grown woman. I can wear what I want, most guys don’t go crazy over what their girlfriend chooses to wear and they trust her!”

•Sanzu stood over you and his eye twitched. “Is it so bad I care about you? There’s fucked up dudes out there who want to hurt you, I just want to protect you.”

•The two of you went back and fourth for awhile until you gave up. “I’m sorry, Sanzu.”

•”I’m sorry too… It’s fine if you want to wear it out, but I’ll be by your side the whole night not letting go.”

•You knew sometimes he was afraid of losing you. His arms reached out to hug you as you hugged him back. “It’s good we sort this out, it’s never good to go to bed feeling anxious and unresolved. I love you.” You told him.

•”I love you too baby, so very much.”

•You looked up into his charming eyes, he gazed down lovingly. “You are my world.”

[neuvillettes]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ lost & found - a dabi smau *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ synopsis: Y/N is the #4 hero and close friends with Hawks. When Hawks goes on a LOA from Hero Work due to a recent injury the Hero Commission decides to bring Y/N in as their new informant. Hawks sets up a meet n greet with his contact from the LoV, Dabi. What Y/N isn’t expecting is to come face to face with her assumed dead childhood best friend Touya Todoroki. Not realizing who she is due to a name change Y/N has to try and keep her identity hidden from the villain while trying to suppress old feelings that have begun to resurface.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ status: ONGOING

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ warnings: 18+, Smut, Violent Themes, Sexual Themes, Mentions of Trauma, Manipulative Behavior, Toxic Beahavior, Mentions and Use of Substances, Will add on as needed~

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ pairing: DabixProhero!Reader/Fem!Reader & HawksxProhero!Reader/Fem!Reader

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ genre: Social Media!AU, Smut, Crack, Fluff, Whole Lotta Chaos Prolly

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ a/n: i have been incredibly uninspired to write anything lately but the dabi brainrot has been strong and i thought i’d pick this smau back up bc it’s the only thing i’ve actually been able to write for. i’m extremely excited to bring it back and to be writing for it once again. i will be using the previous taglist for this smau so if you would like to be removed or added pls feel free to let me know. i will also be taking off any of the urls that may not be working unless i know for sure the url changes. disclaimer: i am the original author of this series

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ the pros | the league *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ previous episodes

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ep. 15: pouting

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ep. 16: birb man

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ep. 17: no faith

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ep. 18: safehouse

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ep. 19: menace

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ep. 20: coming soon…

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ bnha permanent taglist: @kaeyaphoria | @katsulovee | @bxnten | @sano-obsessed | {4/50}

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Vigil

A/n: Another collab with my tumblr bestie @endeavours-jockstrap.

Tags:pro hero AU, rivals with benefits, bdsm

CW: male masturbation, sexual fantasies, Dom/Sub dynamics, bondage,face slapping, pussy spanking, hate sex(kind of, can be seen as dub-con its really not tho), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, aftercare, pet names(bunny), choking, aftercare

WC: 8.9k

Taglist: @shibuyawardnetwork @hanayanetwork @planetonet @http-404-error-unknown

Shinsou wants to either die or sleep. Whichever comes first.

He trudges into his apartment just at the break of Dawn after the longest night patrol ever—seriously, fuck this shit.

He drops his duffel bag, takes off his shirt, and collapses onto the couch for those precious three hours a night of sleep.

It feels like he only just fell asleep when he hears his phone beep. He feels his fucking eyeballs clench when he fishes the phone out of his pocket and squints at the name.

“Fuck” he answers it, “Hello?”

‘Briefing in thirty minutes,’ Aizawa says plainly, then hangs up.

Shinsou has a mini tantrum and flails so hard that he falls onto the hardwood floor. But he has to get up eventually and go to this stupid meeting.

“Morning Shinsou,” a sidekick greets

“Don’t perceive me,” Shinsou growls, gripping his patent black and purple MindJack™️ thermos so hard he’s sure it’s cracked.

He marches right up to the elevator, punches the top floor button a few times out of frustration, and chugs his black coffee.

The briefing has already started, so he just slinks into the seat next to some random young hero and watches the slideshow.

“What’d I miss?” He whispers to the guy

“Just something quick, some villains and vigilantes we’ve got to keep an eye out for.”

Shinsou nods half listening and already falling asleep with his head in his hand.

Aizawa presses the remote again, and the following figure comes into view. Some cute chick with long braids and a mildly annoyed expression standing on top of a big building with a silver baseball bat.

‘She’s cute. I’d hit that,’ Shinsou thinks.

He doesn’t realize everyone is looking at him weird

“What did you just say?” Aizawa cocks a brow

Wait, did he say that out loud?

The guy next to him is trying so hard to hold in his laugh

“Uhhhh, I thought we were playing smash or pass,” Shinsou laughs nervously

Aizawa just shakes his head and mutters a quiet ‘idiot’ before turning back to the presentation

Shinsou buries his face in his hands, “I’m so tired.”

The guy next to him leans over, “Not gonna lie, I’d hit that too.”

“Please leave me alone.”

Aizawa keeps him behind after the briefing, slapping the folder on the table.

“So….smash or pass?”

Shinsou resists flipping him off, “Look, I’m exhausted because someone didn’t let me sleep after an all-nighter.”

“That’s crazy, anyway, since you’re so keen on hitting her, you’re assigned to bring her in. She usually operates downtown. Good luck”

“What’s her quirk?” Shinsou asks while looking through the folder.

“We’re not sure yet. But she’s skilled in hand to hand so be careful.”

“How hard could it be?”

And now here he is, sitting on top of some cafe with a warm coffee in his hand and his voice modulation mask around his neck.

“Fuck I need a nap,” he groans before sipping the coffee, “Needs more sugar.” He says, even though there’re already ten packets in there.

It’s a slow Saturday. He’s watching people down below go about their day. He’s even caught a few walks of shame.

“Must be fucking nice,” he mumbles when he sees one girl holding up her sparkly dress with one arm and her shoes under the other. She had a good night.

He hasn’t been laid in over a year, and it’s starting to get to him.

Stupid hero work.

The sound of police sirens tore him away from his coffee as police cars raced towards a bank maybe two blocks from him. Yet, nobody besides him noticed a figure jumping from rooftop to rooftop away from the scene.

Using his capture weapon, he swung from his spot above the cafe after the hooded figure. Landing on the rooftop they just leaped on, Hitoshi shot his capture weapon at the thief. “Stop!” he growls, wishing to get this over with so he could go get some sleep.

Staring at the villain, he noticed them wave their hands as the weapon missed them completely and fell to the floor, not responding to Hitoshi's movements. What the hell?!

“So this is the hero supposed to catch me? Guess robbing a bank does draw attention.”

“Save it for jail, Villain.”

“How can you catch me without any handcuffs or a weapon, ‘hero’?”

Turning around, you grin wickedly as Hitoshi recognizes you from the debriefing.

“Catch you around,” you snicker before jumping off the roof.

“Wait!” he shouts, running after you, and looking at the alleyway, only to see no trace of you. 

“What the fuck?” Shinsou groans. There’s no way you disappeared into fucking thin air. Maybe that’s your quirk?

He picks up his scarf and examines it. Why didn’t it work on you before? It was as if it just…gave up.”

He scratches his neck and realizes his mask is still around it. So he forgot to use his quirk…..

“I just want to fucking sleep!” He yells into the air before stomping away to finish his patrol.

*

The following Monday, he’s on evening patrol with the same over-sweetened coffee order. Monday nights are usually quieter, with people resting up for work the next day. Well, they would be calmer if he didn’t have a partner as loud as a foghorn.

“I’m so frickin’ excited to  be in this part of town!” Tetsu beams, knocking his knuckles together, “Usually I’m stuck with Red but wow I can’t believe I’m with you. You’re so cool, bro. And the view up here is awesome!”

“Mhm. Thanks. Let’s just be a little quieter. I kinda got a headache.”

“Oh yeah, right. No problem!” 

It lasts all of two minutes before Tetsutetsu starts rambling on about something that makes Shinsou’s eye twitch. He could just use his quirk, but that would be a dick move, so he endures. Scanning the streets below, he notices a hooded figure walking away from a jewelry store. The items in their open duffel bag shimmered in the light before dashing as the alarms went off.

“Oooh, first catch of the night!” Tetsu grins, hardening his skin and jumping off the roof towards the figure that appeared on the roof, two buildings over. “Let's go!”

“Be careful—fucking idiot,” Shinsou scoffs, running after him.

Shinsou unravels his scarf and launches the end at you, but just like the other day, it misses you completely and falls flat to the ground, refusing to move.

“What the hell?” He tugs it, but it doesn’t budge, “How are they doing that?”

“I don't know what's wrong with your scarf, but we'll stop them with good old-fashioned brute force!”

As Tetsu slammed into the concrete roof, you jumped onto the next building, tripping over your feet and nearly falling.

“Gotcha,” Tetsu smirks, getting ready to jump at you, skin silver and hardened. You hold your hand out, and he freezes mid-air.

“Wha—what’s going on?” He stammers as he flails helplessly. “Mindjack?!”

Shinsou watches from afar as you flick your wrist, and Tetsu is tossed at him. He manages to jump out of the way before he gets crushed. Staring at Tetsu and your outstretched hand, his eyes are wide as saucers as Tetsutetsu gets up and starts swinging at him. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know?!” Tetsu yells back, still swinging, “I can’t move my body, it’s like….I’m not in charge of it.”

You wave two fingers, and he kicks at Shinsou, managing to just nudge his ribs.

Shinsou thinks through the options of what your quirk could be and how he could stop it. You didn’t do it to him, so what makes Tetsu so unique? He glances at your moving hands, then at Tetsu, who’s still bright silver. Maybe—

“I'm sorry for this Real Steel.”

“Sorry for w—” his eyes go white.

“Turn off your quirk.”

Tetsutetsu goes back to his regular lightly tanned self. As Shinsou expected, he falls to the floor, no longer being controlled.

“Dammit,” you whisper. 

“I’ve figured you out!” Shinsou yells at you. “Not so tough now!”

Rolling your eyes beneath your mask, you flip him off before running towards the other rooftops and jumping into an alley. Shinsou chases after you, but when he looks down, you’re already gone.

“Fuck!” He tugs his hair in frustration. “How the hell does she keep doing that?!”

He goes back to a dazed Tetsutetsu, “Hey, you okay?”

“I think so, your quirk is super weird bro. It’s like everything—”

“Goes purple and white, yeah I know. Whatever. Can we get back to patrol so I can just get some sleep?!”

“You don’t have to yell at me,” Tetsu mutters.

“Listen, I haven’t slept in three days, three! And now Aizawa won’t let me until I catch fucking metal woman over here who, apparently, is some fucking Houdini and just disappears into thin air,” he presses the communicator in his ear, “Eraserhead? Her quirk is metal control. There, now it’s registered. Can I go sleep now?”

‘Roger that,’ Aizawa’s voice sounds in his ear, ‘I’m assuming you caught her then?’

Shinsou punches the air a few times, “Negative. She got away.”

‘You know what that means then’ The static stops crackling, indicating Aizawa was offline.

“I’m going to kill him. I’m seriously going to kill him.” Shinsou groans and picks up his scarf, “Let’s go.”

“Roger that!” Tetsu springs up, already feeling better.

“Where do you and Red get all this fucking energy?” 

“Cause life is the best booster shot.”

“……..ok.”

*

“Good morning, MindJack!” A sidekick greets Shinsou when he enters the agency, “You look…….how are you?”

“Exhausted,” he grits out, stepping into the elevator and punching the top floor button.

When it opens, Aizawa is already waiting for him in the hallway.

“Morning,” he nods.

Shinsou just walks past him.

“Someone had a long night.”

“Oh? Oh! ‘Long night’, he says, the same person who’s been making me bust my ass for the past week. I’m living off 3 hours of sleep, sugar, and cheap coffee.”

“You get used to it, kid.”

“Don’t fucking call me kid, I’m a grown-ass twenty-two-year-old man.”

“Who still sleeps in cat boxers and Mr. Snoozy the bear.”

“Fuck you da—Eraserhead. He doesn’t sleep on my bed anymore.”

“Uh-huh. Anyway, got a new side mission for you.”

“Finally! What is it?”

Aizawa holds up a yellow folder, “Undercover at Lilac Gardens. Some villains have been spotted going in there a few times so I want you to investigate tonight.”

“Lilac Gardens huh? Sounds cute. I’ll check it out.”

After a long day of paperwork, Shinsou gets ready to go to the Lilac Garden on the other side of town. He tries his best to look inconspicuous in his leather jacket, black band t-shirt, dark ripped jeans, and a black beanie to hide his bright hair.

The outside is dark, with the name in purple neon lights on the front. He pushes the door open and immediately regrets it.

“Fuck me,” he sighs wearily and walks in. The name does not match the interior. It’s seedy as hell and crawling with villains. Maybe he should’ve brought backup.

He walks up to the bar, tugging his black mask down.

“Whaddya want?” The bartender asks, putting her hand on her hip.

That voice. It can't be. Looking up at the bartender, he hid the shock behind his eyes as he looked at the woman he’d been hunting for the past week.

“Dude, I don’t have all night,” you tell him, “Order or get the fuck out.”

He squints and scans the options on the shelves behind you, “Rum and coke. Aren’t you supposed to check I.D before serving customers?”

“Ew, you a cop or something? ”

The clamoring of the bar stops to a standstill as they await his response, your piercing glare the only thing in front of him.

“Nope. Just….new to this side of town.” 

Much to his relief, the regular ambiance returns.

“... right. Rum and coke.”

He exhales when you turn around and start making the drink, waving your fingers to float the spoons and tumblers.

“Neat trick,” He comments, “What’s your quirk?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” you put the drink in front of him, “Not a good idea here.”

“Seems like I should be, considering I'm arresting you after your shift,” he whispers low enough for you to hear.

You squint, looking him over, “Ah fuck, you found me. Try anything funny and everyone in here will skin you alive.”

Shinsou takes the drink and sniffs it, “You’re not slick, what’s in here?”

You shrug, “Don’t worry, it won’t kill you.”

He puts the drink aside. “I don't trust you. Did you poison it?”

“Maybe. Now, you can stay here and do whatever it is you're supposed to do or get out.”

“As long as I catch you, I finish two missions at the same time and I finally get to sleep.”

“Damn they’re putting you through the wringer, huh? You look dead. Tragic.”

He rolls his eyes, “Can I have an actual drink?”

“I don’t serve narcs. You want a drink, the toilets are filled with piss by now, enjoy.”

“God, you’re a bitch.”

“You flatter me,” you faux swoon, “I did some research on you, y’know? Pro Hero MindJack. Lame ass name by the way.”

“So you know I could make you walk out of here handcuffed with no resistance?”

“Why haven’t you?”

That’s a good question. Why hasn't he used his quirk on the girl before him? Maybe he wanted to chase her and arrest her the ‘old-fashioned way’, or perhaps it was something else.

“Also, can’t use metal, dumbass.” You wiggle your finger at a spoon on the counter, and it twists into a curled ball, “That scarf of yours has some kind of alloy in it. Imagine my fucking surprise when I found that out.”

“So….. you had no idea that would work and just went for it?”

You shrug and move from behind the counter to pack up some glasses from the tables, then come back.

“So how long have you been doing this?”

“Bartending? About three years now.” You say while loading the dishwasher.

“And petty crimes?”

“A year. Bartending wasn’t cutting it.”

“Is it interesting? Any stories to tell?”

“Like I warned you earlier, quit asking questions. It won't end well.”

“I’m trying to fit in.”

“Ugh,” you put a pint glass down and spray something pale yellow and fizzy from the nozzle into it, “Here, drink this and shut up.”

“What is it?”

“Ginger Ale.”

Hitoshi sniffs, then sips, wincing at the tang from the bubbles, “Wow, tastes like medicine.”

“Ginger ale is used as ‘medicine’ in some cultures. Great for sore throats which I’m sure you have considering your quirk and all.”

Looking at the glass, Hitoshi raised his hand to grab it and tilted his head back, sleeve falling towards his elbow, revealing a sea and a venomous cobra inked onto his left arm and the words ‘don't talk to me’ on his neck in big black letters.

You reach out and lightly poke his bobbing Adam’s apple. He snorts and chokes, drawing a few stares from some patrons.

“What was that for?!” He hisses, wiping his nose with his jacket sleeve.

“No reason, just felt like it,” you laugh. “Worth it though considering you’re planning on arresting me.”

Oh right…. That’s still supposed to happen.

Rolling his eyes, he gives you a sliver of a smile when he hears your laugh. Fuck, that's adorable. Adorable? She's a villain. You can't fall in love with a villain. Right?

“Anyway MindFuck, my shift is almost over. So you wanna catch me outside or cause a scene here and risk it all?”

He glances around at the numerous villains whose faces he’d always seen in folders and on screens.

“Outside works,” he settles.

“Good choice.”

A little while later, another girl comes in to relieve you of your duties. You take off your apron and hand it to her before stepping out from behind the bar. 

“Alright, the safest place for you to work is the roof so—“ you point to the ceiling and quickly disappear into the back room.

Hitoshi drops a couple of bills on the counter and rushes outside, looking up at the roof.

“Better hurry up, MindFuck!” You yell down at him.

“It’s MindJack!” He yells back.

“Probably shouldn’t be saying it out loud like that in front of the bar, stupid.” Your face backs out of view.

“Dammit.” He unravels the scarf around his neck and shoots it towards a nearby lampost, the end wrapping itself around the hanger. Landing on it, he jumps towards the roof and lands on his feet like a cat. 

“Flashy,” you scoff, crossing your arms.

“Are you going to come quietly?”

“Kind of impossible. Don’t you think so?”

He registers the joke and blushes, “I hate you.”

“Damn, my feelings,” You fake hurt and put your hands over your heart, “Anyway, to make it easy for you, I won’t fuck with your scarf. Can’t guarantee you'll beat me though.”

“Hmph. We’ll see. So any more rules?” He asks, thinking he could use his quirk on you, “Before you try to run can I ask you something?”

You stay quiet.

“No response? You were so chatty earlier.

You shrug.

“Yup, you’re the worst.”

You turn on your heel and stand on the edge of the roof. Shinsou steps forward, waiting for your next move.

Turning around, you wink at him before jumping off the ledge and rolling onto the next roof of the building next door. “Catch me if you can MindFreak.”

“Oh, now you talk!” He chases after you.

Grinning wickedly, you keep running, occasionally bending metal out of your way and moving a pipe just before Hitoshi manages to get where you once were.

“How the fuck are you so fast?!” He pants, launching his weapon and instead snagging a piece of pipe you toss at him, “This is destruction of public property y’know?!”

“Not my problem, troll doll!”

Stopping for a moment, Hitoshi glared at your retreating figure before shooting his scarf at the closest thing near you to swing on. Troll doll?! Seriously! 

The cat and mouse game continues. You easily dodge his weapon as both of you run across the roofs.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Shinsou grunts, his lungs on fire. He sees his opening when you reach the end of your path and stare down at the busy street, the other ledge too far to jump to.

“Fuck, my back,” he wheezes quietly and catches his breath, “Okay, end of the line, sweetheart. Come with me, you're under arrest. There's nowhere to run.”

You scan through your options, then turn to stare at him and pout before shrugging and holding your hands up in surrender.

Shinsou hesitates. No way you’re giving up that easily, but he’s too tired to care right now. 

“I’m kinda sad it’s got to end like this,” you say, “I’ll see you around.”

“Wait….what?”

You wave your hand, and his scarf wraps around his arms and torso, pulling him to the ground.

“Oh come on!” He writhes on the floor, “Forgot about that.”

You walk up and look down at him, a smile on your face, “You a little tied up?”

“Thought you said you won’t fuck with my scarf?”

“I lied.” 

You clench your fist, and the scarf tightens around him, “That should hold you for a while. I’ll see ya around.” You walk away from him.

Shinsou wiggles some more, trying to get loose, “You can’t leave me here! Come back. I need to take you in.”

A loose end of his scarf hooks over his mouth, effectively silencing him. Your upside-down face comes into view, “You talk way too much, dude.”

He glares up at you, thick brows furrowed deeply.

“Anyway, this was fun. Maybe we can do this again sometime. Buuuutttt since you wasted my time—“  you squat and start rummaging through his jacket pockets, pulling out his wallet. You open it and scoff, “Really? Nothing? Fucking broke ass. Oooh, who’s this?” You look at the small photo of a tired-looking dark-haired man standing with Shinsou, “Cute, is he your dad? I’d totally bang him.”

He protests and tries to sit up, but you put your boot on his chest and continue tossing the contents onto the floor, only pocketing a few coins. Stealing his beanie, you wink as you step backward away from his tied-up figure.

You throw the wallet on the ground next to him, “Alright, bye MindFuck! See ya around.”

Shinsou tries to yell at you, but the gag around his mouth muffles it. You jump down out of view, and he hears your footsteps running off. He relaxes and stares up at the night sky, wishing he was dead.

Minutes later, he feels the scarf loosen snug for him to get free and stand up. He gathers up his wallet and stuffs it back in his pocket before pulling out his phone. A few taps later and he sees the blinking purple spot. It was a dumb move to steal his beanie, considering he had a tracker in it in case something were to happen to him. But boy, is he grateful you did.

“Gotcha.” He smirks at the screen.

Groaning to himself, he takes out his earbuds, jumps off of the building towards the alley, and walks towards the street. Making his way towards the bus stop, a squeaky voice calls out to him. 

“Mommy! Look! It's MindJack!”

“That's right, it is.” The tired woman tells her child.

“Can I have your au-autagaph? I’m your biggest fan!”

Hitoshi smiles tiredly. “Sure kid. What's your name?”

“Kaede.”

“Nice to meet you Kaede. What should I sign?”

Kaede jumps up and down before getting a crude crayon drawing he made of himself and Hitoshi from his little backpack. “Sign this, peez?”

Nodding, he takes out a pen from his utility belt and writes right underneath the purple drawing of him:

‘To Kaede,

My number one fan and future hero.

-MindJack’

Kaede smiles eagerly, hugging Hitoshi's thigh before putting the drawing in his backpack.

“Tank you,” he giggles before running towards his mother, who nods and smiles at Hitoshi.

Hitoshi waves tiredly before stepping into the bus, putting his mask over the lower half of his face, and rides home.

After about twenty minutes, Hitoshi face plants onto his bed, groaning loudly out of exhaustion and stress.

This is all her fucking fault! I swear the next time I see her, I'm gonna—

An image of you on your knees, between his thighs with your eyes rolled back flashes in his mind. No. He shouldn't, but he was so stressed out.

“I just need a shower, Yeah that’s it.” He begrudgingly gets out of bed and strips down to his boxers, tossing his clothes into the already full hamper.

Another image of smooth brown skin tied with black rope flashes behind his eyes.

“No! We’re not doing this!” He yells into the empty apartment.

He takes off his boxers and steps into the shower, letting the almost scalding water run over him.

Sighing gently as the hot water ran over him, he couldn't stop thinking about you despite the self-declaration he had just made. Your laugh, the way your hands move while you’re using your quirk, your pretty face. Everything. 

Maybe the exhaustion is finally catching up to him because Hitoshi didn't know when it started. Still, he slowly wrapped his hand around his length, stroking himself to the thought of you on his bed, tied up in a harness made from his scarf at his mercy. The thoughts of you screaming his name mixed with moans and pleas of “faster! Harder!” flooded his senses as he stroked faster before eventually painting his charcoal black shower walls a murky white.

Okay, no big deal, he just jacked off to the thought of having sex with a villain….

That’s normal, right?

He watches the white disappear down the drain and quickly finishes up the shower. He’s still plagued by the thoughts even after he crawls into bed and shuts his eyes to get ready for the few hours he’s going to sleep.

He thinks of how satisfying it’ll be when he finally gets you and takes you into custody. He can almost see the smug look on your face disappear into mild annoyance or maybe fear? Would you struggle? God, he hopes you will just so he can tie you up some more.

“…….dammit!” He hisses and kicks the sheets off when he 

suddenly feels too warm. He lays on the bed spread-eagle and stares at the ceiling, forcefully willing himself to go to sleep to no avail.

“I hate her,” he mumbles as he shoves his hands down his boxers and grips himself, stroking it to full hardness, “I hate her.”

He shuts his eyes and thinks of you tied up in front of him, arms behind your back and legs open and bound in a frog tie.

‘You got me,’ fantasy you mocking him, unable to close her legs because of the intricate rope holding them open, ‘Whatcha gonna do now, MindFuck?”

Shinsou fists himself to the thought of fucking you in that same position, his scarf around your neck tight enough to keep you still but not too tight.

Are you a crier or screamer?

A creamer or a squirter?

Do you shake and shiver when you come and gasp his name?

He hopes it’s all of the above. He really does. Not that he’d find out anyway.

The Shinsou in the fantasy pulls out and paints your skin with streaks of white just as he cums in real life, staining his boxers and hand. Maybe you’d let him finish inside to avoid this mess.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his body suddenly too heavy to do anything. He looks at his messy hand and cringes, “This is so fucking dumb.”

*

“Shinsou….Shinsou? Hitoshi!”

Shinsou snorts awake, lifting his head from the desk to look at Aizawa, “Huh?”

“Sleeping on the job? Thought I raised you better.”

Shinsou yawns loudly, “I’m fucking exhausted. You had me infiltrate a villain's bar without telling me last night.”

“All part of the job kid, you didn’t submit any intel though. Why?”

“I didn’t…..get anything interesting. They drink, eat, and shoot the breeze. I’d wait a while before you try to sting it, I think they were on to me.”

Aizawa hums, “Alright, I’ll take your word for it. What about metal quirk girl? Any news?”

Shinsou swallows dryly, “……no. Nothing yet.”

“That’s too bad, all the best. Hizashi is making your fave tonight, kushikatsu. I’ll leave it in your apartment.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Shinsou smiles.

Aizawa pats his head before leaving the office. As soon as he’s gone, Shinsou pulls out his phone and opens the tracking app, watching the purple dot move around. He’s approximated where you live, but he’s not sure what to do yet. A sting or a solo mission?

He’s already made his decision.

You clutch your phone to your ear while you unlock your apartment door, listening to your sister ramble about her day.

‘—I’m still not allowed to use my quirk, though,” you hear her pout.

“Damn, that’s too bad. I bet it’s pretty powerful now,” you smile and shut the door behind you.

‘I can bend forks now!’

“That’s great, soon you’ll be just like me,”

You flick the light on and put your backpack down on the small table you eat at and start rummaging through the fridge.

“Yeah, I just got home from work so I’m about to eat. So I’ll call you later. Love you, byeeeee.” You pop open the Tupperware and plate the leftovers, putting them in the microwave.

As you wait, you make a realization. Where’s Whiskey? He always greets you when you come home and purrs as loud as a truck. The window isn’t open, so he couldn’t have snuck out.

Before you can turn, you feel your hands get tied behind your back, immobilizing your fingers and wrists. You’re yanked onto the floor, hitting your head on the hardwood.

“Jesus, fuck that hurt!” You groan, looking at the ceiling.

A head of purple hair comes into view, “Boo.”

You frown up at him, “How did you find me?”

“I have my ways,” he watches you struggle a bit in the scarf, “Don't bother trying to control it. I switched to silk.”

“Ugh, dammit.” You roll onto your side, “Where’s my cat?”

“In your room with some catnip.”

“So what now? You take me in and I get locked up? Mission accomplished I guess.” You sigh.

“Mmmm, not exactly.” Shinsou yanks you to your feet, “I thought I’d do a little interrogation.”

He pulls you to the small couch and seats you down while he sits on the coffee table in front of you, knees spread, “So why do you do it?”

“What?”

“Robbery. Petty crimes.”

You chuckle, “Some of us have needs that a nine to five can’t fulfill.”

“But you still stay in this dingy ass apartment.”

“Hey, it’s not much but it’s my home.”

Shinsou hums, clearly annoyed, “I can’t fucking stand you, y'know.”

“Feelings mutual, MindFuck. Just take me away already if that’s what you wanna do.”

Shinsou squints, “Tell me who you steal for.”

“I’m not—“ your mind goes blank; the only thing filling it is purple and white smoke.

“Mhm, tell me why you steal.”

“My sister is in school in America so I pay for her tuition with the stuff I steal,” you explain in a monotone voice.

“Where are your parents? Tell me.”

“Dead. Villain attack five years ago.”

Shinsou’s jaw tenses and he lets you go. You gasp loudly and double over, dry heaving, “Wha—what was th-that?”

“My quirk. Takes some time to get used to. It’s kinda jarring not being in control of your body,” Shinsou drawls, “So…your sister huh?”

He sees the worry on your face, “Don’t talk about her. She doesn’t know anything.”

“Mhm.” He thinks for a second, “I’m not arresting you.”

“You’re not?”

“Nope.”

“…..why?”

“I feel like….it wouldn’t be right. I know what it’s like to be alone, believe me. I’m not taking you in.”

You give him a once over, “There’s a catch, isn’t there?”

He shrugs, “No catch. Like I said I’m not the one who's gonna arrest you but I’ve been assigned to you so as long as I’m on your ass, no one will come looking for you.”

You relax a little, “I see. Okay, whatever. Is that all?”

Shinsou smirks, “Nope. You fucked up my sleep schedule for a week and a half, I deserve compensation.”

“You are broke. I could give you a quarter of what I get from my heists if it's money you want.”

Looking down at you, tied up and struggling in his scarf, spurred him to move closer. “Mmm, not exactly.”

“So what do you want from me?”

“One, for you to take three days a week off so I can finally fucking sleep. And two, payment for the sleep you stole from me.”

“But you don't want money….”

“There are other ways to pay, sweetheart.”

“H—No.”

“You don't even know what I was gonna suggest.”

“I’ve dealt with enough skeezy people to know what you mean. I’m not fucking you. I’d rather go to jail.”

“First off, I'm not that bad. Second of all, it's either this or I leave and call another hero to take you away. What about your sister and poor little Whiskey?”

“Shut up…”

“Whiskey would probably get thrown into the streets and your sister would get tossed out of school. What would happen to them then?”

“I said shut up!”

“Look, I can make it enjoyable for both of us. Blow off some steam. Whaddya say?” He holds his hand out.

“Really?” You stare at it.

“I’m not untying you until you say yes. And don’t try anything cause I have a friend who’ll be alerted if anything happens to me.”

“Ugh, you and your limp dick can go fuck off.”

“Wrong answer.”

“…fine.”

“What was that?”

“I said okay.”

“Good girl.”

Feeling your brain reboot for a second, you stare at him as he starts to untie you.

“W-What did you call me?”

“I said you're a good girl.” Seems like she has a praise kink. Noted.

Reaching into his backpack, he pulls out a small paper packet and another separate sheet, “Alright, let’s go over some things. Basic Dom/Sub etiquette.”

“I’m not a bottom.”

“You are with me. Like I said, basic etiquette. Hard limits, safe words, all the normal stuff.”

You take the paper and go over the list with a small box next to each item, “There are a bunch of options.”

“Always need to be thorough.”

You go over a few times, “I mean….all this is fine just don’t….piss or shit on me. And no blood.”

“Cool. So sign the bottom there and we have a deal.”

You hold your hand out, and a pen flies into it. You sign your name and hand it back to him, “There, I signed your dumb contract. Now leave.”

Placing the papers back in his bag, he shakes his head and smirks at you. “Not yet. You owe me. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Hitoshi got up, making his way towards your bedroom to pick up Whiskey, move him out of the room, and clean up the bed.

When he left the living room, you got up and stuck your tongue at the corner he passed. Stupid hero. Who the hell does he think he is?! 

You pick up Whiskey, your brown and white shorthair who wobbled in a few minutes after Hitoshi left,  from the ground, the poor kitty on a catnip high, “Ugh, my poor baby. You’re conked out. Did the mean man get you high?”

Scratching underneath his neck. You kiss his forehead before putting him down on the counter for him to ride out his high.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay on the couch?” Hitoshi growls into your ear.

“Holy fucking shit! When did you get here?” you shout.

“Language, bunny.”

“Bunny?”

“You’re always running around, and your ears twitch like a bunny’s when you’re annoyed. So yeah, you’re my little bunny.”

Rolling your eyes, you turn around as he cages you between him and the counter.

“Don’t give me attitude, Bunny.”

“Or what?”

Hitoshi pulls you into a soft yet passionate kiss, cut short by you slapping him and pushing him away. Chuckling quietly, he touches his cheek, lilac hues glaring at you. Before you could blink, his hand was wrapped around your throat, his thumb and index finger pressing above your pulse point. “Try that shit again, bunny, and this won’t end well for you.”

Breath hitching at the motion, your eyes roll back at the unexpected pressure on your neck, a very dull heat forming between your thighs.

“Oh, does my bunny like this?” He taunts.

You wheeze when his grip tightens. Your hand grips his sturdy wrist, but it doesn’t budge.

“You do, considering you’re squirming. It’s cute. Keep doing it,” Hitoshi orders.

You want to stop just to spite him, but the arched eyebrow and the piercing gaze he gives you stop you from doing otherwise.

“When I tell you something, you do it, understand?”

Nodding frantically, you gasp as Hitoshi scoffs and slaps you.

“Hey!” You protest, cheek stinging.

“Use your words, bunny.”

“Asshole,” you huff.

Increasing the grip on your neck, he glared at you as your eyes crossed a bit. “Look at you, gettin’ off on this. Try again, bunny. What do you say?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Good bunny. Now follow me. I’m not done with you yet.”

You’re jerked back when he lets your neck go. What the fuck was that?

“I won’t ask again, Bunny.”

Staring at him, you try to catch your breath before yelping as his scarf shoots at you and wraps itself around you before Hitoshi drags you along the floor towards your bedroom.

“Goddamn, you’re such a fucking brat. You’re lucky I like brats.”

“Hooray for me,” you mumble, words dripping in sarcasm.

“Keep using that sharp tongue of yours, and I’ll gag you, ya little shit.”

After he turned around, you stuck your tongue out at him. Furby head ass bitch…

Plopping you on the bed, you stared at him cross-armed as he smirked at you. “Quit lookin’ at me like that!”

Hitoshi grinned. “You never said quirk usage was a no for you.”

You stay quiet, still glaring at him.

“We had a deal.”

“Ugh, fine. Just—“ your eyes white out.

“Strip,” he orders.

“Yes, sir,” you drone.

Stripping off your shirt and leggings, you stand before him in a violet lace bra and black lace underwear.

“Heh. Cute. I didn’t say stop. Keep going.”

Palming himself over his pants as he watches you unclip your bra from the back, slide it down your arms, and drop it onto the floor. Shimmying your underwear down your cocoa skinned thighs, you stand before him, waiting for his next order.

“Other way, bunny,” he says, twirling his finger around, stopping his movements. “Hand me a rope from my bag.”

Reaching into the bag, you pick out a yellow rope, and you mindlessly hand it to him as he examines it. “Nice color choice. Now stay still. Hands behind your back.”

You turn around and stay as still as a statue following his command. He ties the rope into a box tie, wrapping it around your forearms, shoulders, wrists, and breasts, squeezing them and smirking as you let out a shudder. 

“Sit on the bed. On your knees, bunny,” Hitoshi smirks. “Don’t hurt yourself, though.”

Carefully lowering yourself, you sit on your knees as Hitoshi puts your legs in a frog tie.

“Good bunny, you look so good like this. You should see yourself.”

You gasp and regain control of your body, feeling the tug of the rope on your skin.

“What the fuck? What is this?” You try to move your hands, but they’re secure behind you, “Why am I not surprised you’re into this kind of shit?”

“Such a foul mouth, my feisty little bunny.”  He coos, reaching out to squeeze your cheeks together in a pout, “What are your safewords?”

“Huh?”

He lets your face go, “Safewords. What do you say if you want me to stop or slow down?”

You stare blankly at him, “I don’t have any. Never needed them before.”

“Do you know what the traffic light system is?”

“Kind of.”

“Red means stop everything. Yellow means slow down or wait, and green means keep going. Got it?”

“I guess. It seems easy enough to remember.”

“So, what’s your color now?”

“Uh, green?”

“Green, what?”

“Green, sir.”

“Good bunny.”

He pulls you in for another kiss, softly gripping your face, smiling when you kiss back tentatively. 

Placing a hand on your neck, he cups the side of your face while letting the other trail down your body, resting on your thigh. Flinching gently when he feels your teeth nip his tongue that he tries to force into your mouth, he pulls away as you look up at him with a smirk.

“Brat,” he growls, popping you in the face with one hand and slapping your folds with the other. “Behave, bunny.”

“Ngh,” you groan when his hand harshly slaps your pussy, the sting making you jolt on the bed.

“Feels good?” He teases, smacking you again until you’re squirming.

“No!”

“Then why’re you getting wet?” He presses two fingers to your hole and feels the slick there.

“I…” you whine as his thumb toys with your clit while pressing his fingers against your opening.

“Answer the question, bunny~.”

You laugh breathily, “That’s how pussies work, dumbass. What, you a fucking virgin or you’ve never gotten a girl wet before?”

Your mocking laugh is cut off when he smacks you across the face again, hard enough for your cheek to burn.

“Ow! Okay, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, sir,” you whimper.

“Good, you’re learning. What’s your color?”

“….green.”

“You need to be sure.”

“Green, fucking hell!” You snap at him, “Just get it over with already.”

“You’re not enjoying yourself?”

You look away briefly, face warm, “I am. Can you just…..tie my hair back? It’s getting annoying.”

Hitoshi nods, cutting a spare piece of rope and using it as a makeshift hair tie for your braids.”Better, bunny?”

“Yes, thank you, sir.”

“Good girl,” he praises, “But you still need to be punished for that mouth of yours and for the ten days of sleep you stole from me.”

“What?! No that wasn’t my fault!” “Yes, it was. I was assigned to you, and now you’re part of my caseload so, yes, it is.”

“What do you want me to do?”

Removing his shirt, capture weapon, and undershirt, he chuckled as you gaped at his chiseled body covered in the most random tattoos.

“Take a photo. It’ll last longer,” Hitoshi snickers, booping your nose, watching it twitch from the sensation. “You really are a bunny.”

Looking away as your face grew much hotter, you tried focusing on something else in the room, only for him to tilt your head up, forcing your gaze back on him. “Eyes on me, little bunny.”

Nodding at his instructions, his eyes softened momentarily before removing his black cargo pants, revealing jet black boxers with gray cats on them.

“Cat boxers? Really?” you snicker as he grumbles.

“Oh, shut up,” he snaps.

You bite your lip to stifle your laughter, “Sorry, sir.”

“It’s alright. Now,” he huffs, adjusting himself to sit you at the head of the bed while he maneuvered, lying flat on your sheets on his stomach. “Be a good bunny, and pay me what you owe.”

Squirming against the binds which held you, you felt your skin flush against as Hitoshi’s face got close to your folds. Playfully blowing on your clit, he chuckles as you jolt slightly. His lilac pools catch your brown ones for a moment before winking and focusing on your clit, licking around and beneath the bud. Pulling away, he kept licking and occasionally sucking until he pulled away, licking a stripe from your opening up to your clit. “Having fun, bunny?”

Whining softly, you looked up at your bedframe, trying to think of anything else until his tongue slipped inside as his thumb rubbed harshly at your bud.

“Fuck!” you shout and try to close your legs but the rope holds them far apart.

His laughter vibrated against your folds as he pulled away, tongue toying with your folds as his pointer finger inched its way inside you, curving itself against your g-spot, gently pumping in and out of you.

“MindJack!”

“Call me Shinsou or sir, Bunny.”

“Fuck, sir, please!” you cry out. “Don’t stop!”

Hitoshi smirked at your pleas. “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll listen to you this time.”

Pumping his finger faster, he slowly pushes in a second, steadily lapping at your clit as he pushes both digits at a rapid speed, relishing in the sounds of your soft sighs and moans. Gasping at the knot forming in your stomach, you whimpered loudly, arching your lower half into Hitoshi’s touch. “Fuck, I’m gonna come!”

Hitoshi pulls away just as you announce your impending orgasm. “W-What?”

“That’s one.”

Hitoshi stole four more orgasms from you with just his tongue and fingers. 

“What’s your color?” He asks, caressing your tired thigh  Panting heavily, you stared at him, whimpering as he pulled away from your folds, his lips glossy with your essence, “G-green”

Lightly fondling your breasts, he teases one nipple, softly biting the flesh of the other. Pulling away when you try to get some friction from the sheets, he grips the elbow of the rope tied between your neck and breasts, pulling you close to him in a seated position.

“You don’t get to cum, unless I say so, bunny.”

“Yes, sir,” you shudder.

Gripping the binds tightly, he removed his boxers, revealing another tattoo that says: Taste the Rainbow on both his thighs with arrows pointing toward his bulge. Jesus fuck, he’s big.  “Now, I’m finally gonna put good use to that sharp tongue of yours. Open wide, little bunny.”

Looking up at him, you sigh softly before opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out as he groans at the look before him. Finally got this brat right where I fucking want her. 

Resting the weight of his dick on your tongue, he stroked it gently before gripping the ponytail he made for you earlier. “Suck, bunny.”

Taking him into your mouth, you hum gently as Hitoshi hisses at the sensation.

“Such a, fuck, slutty, bratty bunny I have. Your mouth feels so good. Just like that,” he grunts.

Looking down at you, he grips the ponytail he made, he grips the base, hand covering it and the back of your neck.

“Stay still, bunny. Just, lemme use your throat.”

Moving your head a little faster, Hitoshi starts using your mouth as a fleshlight, ignoring the sounds of you gagging quietly. He presses all the way in so your nose is brushing the short purple pubes on his crotch.

“Look at me,” he mutters then groans when your teary eyes focus on his own. Your tongue snakes along the underside of his shaft, teasing the veins winding along the bottom. The action makes thick strings of spit and precum drool down your chin and chest but the weight of his dick in your mouth is so satisfying, you can’t help but moan around it and rock your hips trying to get some friction from the sheets.

“Fuck, almost there bunny. Oh, shit!” he gasps and pulls out of your mouth, stroking his dick over your face until the first spurt of cum hits your nose. You open your mouth for the rest, the tang landing on your lips and taste buds. Licking away what you could, Hitoshi pants heavily while you catch your breath, “Ugh, drink more water.”

“You try getting any work done with barely any sleep,” he grumbles back, “Coffee is all I have.”

“Uh-huh. Are we done?” You ask, still upset and would right from being edged and the rope is still digging into your skin.

“Oh, so you don’t wanna come, then? I could just leave you here, all tied up.”

“No! No wait! Please, sir. I want you to. I wanna cum.” You squirm.

“Mhm,” he hums nonchalantly, “Do you deserve it?”

“I—“ you hesitate, “Yes?”

“You don’t sound sure.”

You try to kick your feet but they’re held tight to your thighs, “Yes! I’m sure. You can’t leave me like this, please! Shinsou, fuck me. Ruin me. Um, yellow.”

“Woah, hey, calm down,” he rubs your shoulders, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m just…. really horny right now and you’re killing me over here.”

“Breathe, bunny,” he coos.

“(Y/n),” you mumble.

“What?”

“That’s my name. You can call me (Y/n).”

“Beautiful name for my beautiful bunny. 

“You’re so fucking cringe,” you chuckle.

“Shut up, you like it,” he smirks.

“Nope, still can’t stand you.”

“You sure about that,” he chuckles, pulling you up to look at him.

“Very,” you smirk leaning in.

Neither one of you remember who initiated the kiss but it was sloppy, messy, and yet somehow so romantically passionate, it would make your teeth rot at how sweet it was. 

Pushing you down onto your back, Hitoshi pulled away, looking down at your flustered form. “You said you wanted me to ruin you, right Bunny? I’ll ruin you, alright.”

Feeling the butterflies flutter in your stomach, Hitoshi dipped his head, nipping at your jaw with a grin before starting on a hickey near your pulse point, grinning at the soft moan you gave.

“You clean?”

“Kind of too late to ask since you already stuck your tongue in there,” you muse, “Yeah, I am.”

Continuing his hickeys, his hands trailed down your body, groping at your breasts before fondling your cheeks.

Tapping himself against your clit, he shuddered as he slowly ran himself along your entrance before slowly pushing in with a deep groan. “Fuck, bunny,” he sighs as you pant from the initial stretch. “You’re so tight.”

After a minute or two of getting used to him, you nodded your head, giving him the okay to start moving.

Moaning as he starts thrusting, you gasp when he starts hitting that spot inside you while toying with your clit.

“Fuck, Shinsou, please!”

“Tell me what you want, bunny.”

“Choke me,” you mewl.

“Oh?” he hums, gripping your throat just as he thrusts back in, steadily increasing and relieving the pressure in tune with his thrusts. “Little bunny wants to see stars, hmm? I can do that. Be a good girl and take it and I’ll make you see the whole. damn. galaxy.”

Crying out at his statement, you felt your eyes roll back as the edges of your vision slowly turned black. “Fuck, sir, please. I’m close. Wanna cum! Wanna cum so bad.”

“You deserve it, bunny, go ahead. Make a mess on my cock, sweetheart.”

The rapid thrusts mixed with the stimulation pushed you right over the edge. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” you shout, coming down from your high.

But he doesn’t stop. He’s still keeping the same cruel pace and you’re starting to curl into yourself from overstimulation but the rope keeps you spread out.

Shinsou gropes your framed chest, pinching one nipple and smacking the other a few times.

He watches his dick move in and out of you, white cream collecting at the base and staining his pubes.

He throws his head back and groans, “Fuck I needed this. Your pussy’s fucking amazing.”

He shoves himself nice and deep at the last word. 

“Shit!” You shout when you feel his tip push your poor cervix, “That hurts!”

“You know how to make it stop,” he squeezes your throat again to hear you wheeze out a curse. His free hand moves from your hip to smack you across the face again, “You’re so goddamn annoying,” he grunts.

You frowned at him, lips swollen and parted, “You too, sir.”

He chokes you again, gritting his teeth when he feels you clench around him and your pussy fluttering wildly.

Your body jerks and shakes when you cum again, high-pitched moans of his leaving your lips.

Hitoshi, not too far behind, pulled out, finishing on your stomach. “Goddamn, that was…”

“Amazing,” you slur.

“You okay, Bunny?”

You hum and sigh loudly, eyes fluttering closed.

Shinsou gets to work untying your hands and legs. You groan in relief when you can finally control your limbs and curl up on the bed, hugging your shoulders.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” He tells you in a soft voice, rubbing your thigh.

“Mm.” You respond sleepily.

He leaves to check your bathroom for a washcloth to clean you up with. He runs it under warm water and comes back to wipe you down.

“I feel like a baby getting their diaper changed,” you smile tiredly as he cleans between your legs, “Now I see why they shit all the time.”

Shinsou chuckles and cleans himself up too, “You did great,”

“Mm,” you hum and reach over for the oversized shirt you sleep in, “I’m gonna have a crick in my neck for days because of you.”

Shinsou puts on his pants, “You good?”

“I’m great,” you wave dismissively,covering yourself with your blanket, “You using the front door or window?”

“Window,” he pulls on the rest of his clothes and picks out the pamphlet from earlier, “If this is gonna be a consistent thing,I really need you to go over these so I know your limits.”

“Ugh,” you groan,rubbing your face, “Like I said,just don’t piss or shit on me and I’m cool.”

“Still,this is a binding for both of us so just check the boxes. I’ll come by and pick it up when I have time.”

You yawn and mumble something along the lines of a positive response, shutting your eyes.

Shinsou leaves the papers on your nightstand, packs up his stuff and makes his way to the living area.

Whiskey meows at him from the ground, green eyes stuck in a hard glare.

“Sorry little buddy. It was necessary.” Shinsou reaches down to scratch his ear before opening the window and climbing out onto the fire escape. Just as he shuts it, his phone pings with a message from Aizawa asking how his patrol was going.

Shinsou takes out an energy drink from his backpack and texts back a simple ‘fine’ before hopping up onto the roof to continue his patrol.

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[cherrykamado]

HE'S A SCUMBAG, DON'T YOU KNOW?!

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[nappingwithyuuji]

BIG SPOON, LITTLE SPOON || yuuji itadori x fem!reader smut.

tags: 1.1k, spoon fucking, consensual somniphilia, sleepy sex, fem!reader. MDNI +18 only. about: after a full night of sleep, yuuji always wakes up with a lot of energy, and what a way to put it to good use to help his cute girlfriend who seems to be having a troubling dream. notes: this is part one (of four) of my "06 AM" series that's just my headcanons about how some jjk men deal with waking up horny or just how they have sleepy sex. masterlist - taglist

It was nothing out of the ordinary when Yuuji’s eyes blinked open at 6am. He was used to waking up before you, either to go train with Gojo and Megumi or sometimes the thought of starting a new day was enough to get him hyped and out of bed early.

However, that early morning, something was different. In the two years the two of you had been together, he had never seen you quite like this.

You seemed to be battling your way out of the sheets tangled around your legs, squirming and clenching your thighs together while breathy sounds escaped past your lips. Even though your eyes were closed, your movements seemed desperate, brows furrowed in frustration, making Yuuji question the contents of the dream you were having.

Yuuji moved closer to you, hoping his touch would calm you down and settle you back into a peaceful sleep, but as soon as your sleeping figure felt his whole front body settle behind yours, your movements changed. A high pitched whine left your lips and you stopped fighting the light weighted blankets. Instead, your ass started to look for friction against Yuuji’s morning wood.

He let out a groan at the sight of how your too short sleeping shorts were riding upwards, revealing the soft, plush skin of your ass. His hands came up to your hips, even though he didn’t know if his intention was to try and stop you, or to help himself grind harder into your cheeks. He spotted the cute beaded hair tie that you wore to let him know he had your permission to play around with you.

Even after you two had made your agreement and set some rules and boundaries, he had still never seen you behave like this while asleep. It usually happened that he would wake up hard and aching, check for your signal and proceed, or vise versa. So this was something pretty exciting, to say the least.

“Yuu- uhn,” Breathy, little moans started coming out of your mouth, helping him make the decision to seek out his release, after all, how could he contain himself when you looked so desperately cute in the soft morning light.

One of his hands traveled upwards, calloused fingers brushing one of your nipples underneath the fabric of your shirt, until it reached your bitten lips. He traced your lower lip with his thumb, eliciting a soft moan from you, which made him cease the opportunity of bringing two of his fingers inside your wet mouth. Still seemingly asleep, your mouth closed around them and started sucking them in like your life depended on it, your thighs clenching even more as you clumsily sook out some friction on your clit.

His other hand made quick, practiced work of your shorts and lace underwear until they were hanging low on your thighs, all tangled up along with the soft linens.

Yuuji stared at newly exposed skin and a deep warmth bloomed inside his chest, the calm of the morning being pushed away by the blood pumping towards his painfully hard dick. He felt a deep sense of urgency about getting closer to you, needing to touch you, feel how you panted and moaned even in your sleep. He wanted to feel how alive you were, relish in the fact that he was present in your mind even in your dreams.

He didn’t wait a second longer to free his aching cock from his underwear, not even noticing the dark stain in the front where his leaking pre had wet the dark colored fabric. Yuuji gave himself a few lazy strokes before he gave up and slid his cock between the muscles of your thighs.

A deep moan rumbled from his lungs when he felt how your wetness had leaked all the way down to your thighs. He coated himself with your slick before he forced your legs towards your side, positioning your body as a curled up little spoon.

The new angle helped him slide his cock inside your dripping pussy, his eyes rolling towards the back of his head as he felt your pretty folds parting to take his cock perfectly.

The strawberry haired boy let out a groan once he felt his tip reach your cervix. He started moving slowly, never letting his dick leave your pussy but always making sure you fuck you even deeper by each thrust. He started to feel drunk whenever your walls tightened even more as he continued to press against his cervix.

He kept his moaning quiet, breathy grunts and pants brushed against the nape of your neck as he started to move the fingers in your mouth at the same time as his dick. Slick saliva poured down your cheek, pooling beside your mouth on your pillow. He marveled at how responsive you were being whilst staying asleep. You kept babbling sleepy nonsense around his digits only for them to become a long winded hiss as his free hand started toying with your clit.

“C’mon, babe,” He whispered as his shallow thrusts started to become more erratic, “I need to know if you can be good to me even like this.” The friction on your clit had you wriggling against his touch, your hips not knowing if they should press harder against his dexterous fingers or against the long dick fucking your gummy walls.

His teeth started grazing the lobe of your ear as he knew how close you were, he could feel it when he noticed how a ring of creamy slick started to form around his cock, a cool dripping sensation as it fell downwards his heavy balls.

“C’mon, pretty angel, c’mon.” Praise started to roll out of his tongue once he felt the first spasms of your tight cunt. He pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth, deep enough to make you sputter and choke around them, as the feeling of your orgasm and the rough fingers in your throat woke you up. “That 's it, babe. You always feel so fucking good.”

You didn’t have time to react to what was happening because you felt how thick, warm ropes of Yuuji’s cum began to fill your pussy as he continued to fuck you deeper and deeper. He pressed the heel of his palm against your stomach as he came undone, wanting to feel how his dick made your tummy bulge with his size.

As he fucked his cum into your tight hole, he let his fingers slip out of your mouth with a loud pop, a string of spit still hanging onto them. “Did I wake you up, babe? You just looked so cute all tossin’ and turnin’.” He asked, faking innocence in his tone. You were still in a daze after being woken up by your orgasm but you managed to twist your head around to face his eyes. Pink, flushed cheeks matched his hair as he calmed his breath, giving you a seated smile once he saw you looking at him sleepily. “Don’t be shy now, cutie,” He muttered as you nestled your head in the crook of his neck, seeking comfort after being awakened so intensely, “I know you were dreaming about me.” taglist: @ohtobiors, @l3visbby, @yuujispinkhair, @jordyn-degas, @sadnessrehab, @ry0m3n

[islascafe]

The Heaven and Hell of You

Content warnings: fem!reader, fingering, oral (fem receiving), mentions of heaven and hell, mentions of alcohol consumption, use of pet names, (angel, pretty girl,), overstim, choking, breeding kink (if you squint), SELF INDULGENT AS FUCK

Word count: 4.9 k

Genre: pwp, porn with plot, friend with benefits to lovers, fluff,

Pairing: Ken 'Draken' Ryuguji x fem!Reader

Authors note: Yo I love this man so much. I mean like so much it kills me. I did a writing prompt ask a while back and got a prompt from the lovely @portfolio-of-dreams that was only supposed to be three sentences and it literally became an entire one shot because I can't stop when this man is involved. So for your research purposes, here's exactly what I did with this prompt and thank you for the beta read too. Also big fucking shout out to @bokuroskitten, @rxmera for the beta read, you guys are the best especially for having to deal with me as I tortured over the ending the past couple of days.

Tapping your fingers on the steering wheel, you couldn’t help but lean your head back on the seat, heart pounding in your chest. Nerves and anxiety clawed at the edges of your stomach, crawling its way through you until your body felt hot. 

Start the car.  It’s so easy. Key in ignition. Turn. Drive away.

“Fuck!” You screamed, banging your hand on the steering wheel. You let out a loud huff of breath. “Fuck!”

A tap on your window startled you and you jumped. Placing a hand over your chest you tried to slow the beating of your heart. Looking at the familiar dark eyes through the window you rolled down the window. “Hey. You alright?” He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the window. Dark eyes captured yours and your mouth went dry.  At a loss for words, you nod. Shit you didn’t expect him to see you.  “I texted you where’s your phone?” You look down in your passenger seat to see that sure enough, he had been texting you. You’d agreed to come over at such a late hour and he’d been worried when he hadn’t heard from you, knowing it took almost no time at all to get to his place from yours. “Sorry I was just uh… lost in thought.” “You coming up or...?” He trailed off, eyes flicking over you. Your face heated and you nodded, reaching over to grab your bag from the seat along with your phone. Rolling up your window and getting out, you lock your car, trying to ignore the way he places a hand on your waist to guide you up the steps to his apartment. His tall frame hovers over you as you make your way inside. Long deft fingers help to pull your coat off, making sure his fingertips skim over your bare skin where he finds the opportunity. You shiver a little at the contact.  You walk further into the living room as you toss your bag onto the armchair. Turning back to say something to him, he almost takes you by surprise because he’s right behind you. You hadn’t even heard him come up, his tall form leaning over yours. You tilt your head back to look at him. Just as you’re about to open your mouth to say something, he’s on you. He grabs your face, pressing his mouth to yours.  His lips are so so warm against your cool ones. You lean up on your tip toes wrapping your arms around his neck. He picks you up, hands hooked under your thighs that are wrapped so tight around his waist. You groan, the minty taste of his toothpaste and something so uniquely him dancing across your tongue. Tugging at the low bun he has his hair in, making the strands fall around his shoulders, you nip at his lower lip. He grins against your mouth, walking back towards the bedroom with you attacking his neck, trailing hot open-mouthed kisses up and down. The taste of him and the smell of his cologne have you dizzy before he even tosses you down on to the mattress.  You bounce lightly, laughing as he practically tears at your clothes, desperation written across his features. The minute his long fingers hit your thighs, snagging the edges of your underwear, you shiver but not from the cold. His fingers left a trail of fire where they touched, dancing ever so slightly upwards to push your shirt up. A small hiss leaves his teeth as the sight of a red lace bra, matching panties driving him wild. Your tanned skin looks so beautiful against the stark red of the lace that wraps perfectly around your breasts and hips. Running a hand between them, all the way down to cup your clothed heat. You whimper, pushing your hips down more, trying to get more friction. More, more, you needed so much more than his teasing touch.  “Ken.” The way you say his name is desperate. Needy. You’re begging with a single word. He rubs the pad of one finger against your clit, watching as you squirm. “Ken!” His mouth comes down to slam against yours, bruising pressure parting your lips. His tongue strokes against yours, poking and prodding, memorizing every crevice of your mouth. It’s hot and messy and he puts just a little more pressure on your cunt, swallowing the cry that follows. He pulls away, eyes glued to the string of spit that connects you two. Your eyes are half lidded, glassy with need.  “Angel.” He breathes the nickname but right now you truly look like one. Pretty red set, tan skin practically glowing against the moon light, the only contrast the tattoos that cover certain parts of your skin. Hair splayed out around your head like a halo, lips kiss swollen, legs spread wide. Hands fisted in the sheets, voice calling out his name. It’s heaven on earth for him.

For you, it’s the utmost form of heaven and hell clashing together. You’ve gone through this cycle the last six months of seeing him. You’d drop everything for him. You’d do anything for him. He’s all consuming even when you’re not with him. What started as a beautiful friendship after an afternoon run in has turned into this. Late night calls and nights spent scratching an itch that only he knows to do. You could handle that. That was heaven. The way his fingers skimmed over your skin, lighting you on fire. The way his tongue trailed wet paths of heat. The way he stretched you, split you open so beautifully it was other worldly. 

But hell. Hell came straight after in the way his laughter lit your whole world up. The way he cooed in your ear how pretty you were falling apart for him. How pretty his pussy is milking him. Hell came in the form of laughing until your sides hurt. It came in the form of crying until 2 am because of the asshole that had dumped you. It came in the form of him showing up on your doorstep with ice cream when your last falling out with your mom became too much. Hell came in the form of the way his eyes seemed to devour you in your most vulnerable moments. Hell was falling head over heels for Ken Ryuguji. Hell was not knowing what to even do about it and then spotting him on a date the previous evening and winding up underneath him the next night. 

It was almost too much the way his mouth and tongue nipped at the skin of your neck and collar bone, the mixture of pain and pleasure making you squirm. Your nails dug into his skin, your hands trailing up until they’re woven through his long black locks, tugging as he sucks his dragon into your skin. 

You roll you two over, sitting on top of him. Your hair creates a black curtain around your faces, lips locked together. It’s hard and bruising, the way you kiss him, teeth and tongues clashing together so hard that when he nicks your lip you start bleeding. You can’t bring yourself to pull away in the moment. You kiss him like you hate him. It’s a dichotomy that makes him dizzy, angry and turned on at the same time. He grinds his hips up, grabbing your hips so hard it’s bruising. He doesn’t understand what’s gone on in your head the last few seconds, but whatever it was, the shift made you so angry but so sexy he’s rock hard. You bite down on his lower lip, hard enough to that he physically jolts. Grabbing your throat in one of his large hands, you spin as he rolls himself on top of you. 

“What the fuck?” 

You’re breathing hard as he stares down, intense dark eyes cutting into you the way they always do. You suck in a deep breath before reaching and trying to shove him off. Confusion washes over his features but his hulking form doesn’t even budge. You nearly shriek in frustration. You can’t do this right now. The room is closing in on you and it’s pressing down hard. The feelings you’ve tried so hard to bury start crawling their way up from your stomach, burning as they slither up to sit at the top of your throat, wanting to spill out into the air between you two. 

“What the fuck is with you, y/n?”

“Get off me.” You speak through gritted teeth and hope that the frustrated tears in your eyes are enough to get him off you. He blinks once, and then twice more before letting go of your throat and sitting up while you spring up off the bed. Grabbing your clothes, you pull your jeans on, his eyes taking in the way they hug your every curve. 

“Hey.” He grabs your forearm as he scoots to the edge of the bed. You yank away from him, and it brings up an ugly feeling that swirls around in him. “Hey.” His next word is spoken in a voice that means business. It’s low and rough, demanding. It’s enough to still you and he grabs your hips in that same bruising grip, keeping you in place between his thighs. “Are you gonna fucking talk to me or pout like a goddamn child?”

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” You stare at the ceiling with your head tipped back. You never thought you’d be confessing like this. But now that the sentence was out, all the words that had been sitting at the top of your throat every time you two got tangled up in the sheets the past six months came pouring out. “We weren’t-.” You pressed the heels of your palms to your eyes, hot, burning frustrated tears threatening to rocket down your cheeks. “I wasn’t supposed to…”

“Fall for me?” His words make you pause. But it’s the look in his eyes that makes the anger swell. The recognition of something he already knows. Anger rises in your chest, and you shove him. Hard. You push him away from you, taking a few steps back. 

“You knew? You fucking knew and you didn’t say shit?”

“What the fuck was I supposed to say?” He rises to his feet, his voice raising to match yours. “Imagine how I felt too!” He slams his hand on the dresser you’ve backed yourself into, causing you to jump. “I don’t know what to do with this!” His chest is heaving, breath coming out in angry pants. “I was dating. Having fun. No commitments, no strings attached, we were free to bail at any time.” He grabs the back of your head, hands tangling themselves in your long black strands. “But then you. Your fucking laugh, your fucking smile, your goddamn touch. The way you taste. The way you moan my fucking name.” He presses his lips to yours so hard you think your lips are going to be bruised. He pulls away and cups your face in his hands. “I don’t know how it happened. You were supposed to be just a good time, just an innocent fuck- but somewhere along the way I got greedy and wanted you to love me.” His words make you pause. 

“Excuse me?” Your voice comes out a whisper. And then you laugh. You completely break down into giggles. “I’m sorry!” 

You take a few breaths, but his frustrated face sets you off again. As your eyes connect his mouth quirks at the corners and he huffs, dropping his face into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. He gives into his own chuckles. “Are you telling me, we both felt the same way the entire time, but we were both too chicken shit to admit it?” 

You cough to cover up more laughter as you nod. His hands are on either side of you, his large form caging you in. His breath is hot and heavy on your neck. Even though the atmosphere around you two was surrounded in mirth a few seconds before, something different cackles in the air. He lifts his head, his eyes on yours. They’re intense and dark, looking straight into your soul. He reaches a hand up, tracing his thumb around your lips, dragging your lower lip down with his thumb. Reaching your tongue out, you give it the softest kitten lick, whimpering at the taste of his skin. His large, calloused hand was so so gentle as he studied you. Once again, he wove his hand through your hair, bringing your mouth to his.

The taste of him drove you wild each and every time you kissed him. His tongue licking your lips, shoving its way in to stroke yours never ceased to make your thighs press together and fire to ignite in your belly. He placed his hands on the supple flesh of your thighs, lifting you up onto the dresser. His mouth didn’t disconnect from yours, tongue and teeth clashing as you two pressed harder against each other, each one of you trying to control the kiss in your own way. You whimpered as he finally pulled away from you, your eyes half lidded and lips puffy and red. Leaning back against the mirror that was on top of the dresser you groaned and tipped your head back as he began to trail his lips down your neck. Tracing his way over each of your collar bones, teeth nipping in all the sensitive areas, his tongue snaking out afterwards to soothe the sting of each time his canines sunk into your flesh. Goosebumps broke out in his wake, your chest beginning to heave as the fire inside of you grew and grew.

He trailed his fingers down your side and over the waist band of your jeans, popping the button open. He lifted his mouth from your skin, leaning his forehead against yours as he dragged your zipper down. His movements were slow and deliberate, the sound of your jeans unzipping tooth by tooth making your squirm underneath him in anticipation. Lifting your hips, a loud gasp left your lungs as he stripped you of your jeans and underwear in one go. He knelt in front of you, your cheeks flaming at the glazed overlook in his eyes. 

Your heart almost stopped as he spread your thighs, his fingers softly tracing over the satin smooth skin of your inner thighs. You swallowed hard, biting down on your lower lip as settled your thighs over his shoulders. Gently he drifted his lips from your ankle to the apex of your thighs, repeating the process on the other leg. You were practically whimpering by the end of it, hips bucking up, trying to find some relief to the fire that burned inside of you. It felt like time dragged on until he finally obliged, his tongue licking a long flat stripe up your slit until the ball of his piercing hit your oversensitive clit. 

A loud moan left your mouth and he reached up to grab your hips to keep you from moving, diving into you like you were his last meal. It was lewd and loud, the sound of him licking and sucking up everything you gave him. Small mewls and whimpers fell from your lips as his tongue swirled around, the cord in your stomach getting tighter and tighter with each swipe of his tongue, the cool metal of his piercing offsetting the warmth of his mouth. You were wound so tight that when he finally slid two thick fingers inside of you and pulled your clit back into his mouth, the cord finally snapped, causing you to release all over him. Your mouth dropped open, the only word coming from you was his name over and over again. He continued to move his fingers, helping you ride out your high until you were limp, your thighs twitching on his shoulders.  

Looking down, you caught his eyes, his head leaned against your left thigh as he peered up at you. You whimpered as his fingers continued their slow pace inside of you, the metal of the rings he usually wore stretched you out, your walls continuing to suck him in despite how sensitive you were. “Pussy’s so hungry for me pretty girl.” Another whimper left your mouth as he placed a hot open-mouthed kiss on your inner thigh, his teeth sinking into the skin. You squealed as he started to suck harshly before he soothed the skin with his tongue, leaving a large purple bruise on your thigh. Your hips bucked again, and he added a third finger. “Gonna leave my mark all over these gorgeous thighs of yours.” “Ken please.” Your voice was desperate and needy, almost akin to a whine. You could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers, clenching again as the same chord started to tighten in your stomach. “Kenny, ‘s too sensitive, please.” 

He shook his head as he turned his attention to your right thigh. “You can take it can’t you baby?” Another swipe of his tongue and the way he scissored his fingers inside of you had your mind going hazy. 

“Ken. I- I can’t.” Your voice is shaky, unsure of whether you can take much more of his teasing because you have such a burning need.

“Oh, but you can baby. I know you can. Don’t wanna take you with no prep angel.” He stands but keeps his fingers working inside of you. Reaching down, he grabs the back of your neck, pulling you up and slamming his mouth down on yours. The new angle has you gasping, your nails digging into his shoulders as he curls his fingers to touch that sweet spot that no one else can reach. “Yeah, that’s it isn’t it baby?”

His deep baritone vibrates through his chest, low and rough as he watches you start to come apart on his fingers. You’re mewling, arching against him so your chest is pressed against his. He captures your lips again, sucking your lower lip in between his teeth, tugging on it. His tongue strokes yours, and the taste of yourself dances across your tongue. A groan leaves your throat and you subconsciously spread your thighs a little wider, his palm grinding against your clit. He pushes harder and pulls away from your mouth, looking down to watch your release drip down his fingers as your second orgasm of the night hits you. You’re practically trembling as he lifts you, turning so you’re back on the mattress. 

He swears he’s never seen something as beautiful as you. You’re fully on display for him, hair splayed out like a dark halo around you, lips kiss swollen and red, neck and chest peppered with the nips he’d given your skin. Your needy hole clenches around nothing, begging to be filled. Taking the fingers that had been inside of you, he slides them in between your lips, watching as you immediately begin to suck on them and lick them clean. You’d never admitted it to before, but he always picked up on your oral fixation, and he always made sure to put it to good use. A small keen leaves your throat, your tongue laving at the essence you’d left behind. He sucks in a breath of air through his teeth. 

Reaching between you two, he rubs the head of his cock through your folds watching with rapt attention as your flower open for him, the smallest of whimpers coming out from you as he bumps your clit. Finally, when he feels like he’s wet enough, he slides the tip inside of you, a groan leaving him as he watches the way you suck him. It’s greedy and so utterly enthralling the way your dripping cunt sucks him in. Inch by inch your pussy swallows him in. Finally, he hits some resistance as he always done. He rocks his hips back and forth, trying to get you to loosen up a little more. “’S fuckin’ tight angel.”

Your eyes are rolling back in your head, the feeling of him stretching you open making you feel so full, and you know he’s not even all the way in yet. He pushes down on your tongue, coming at you as tears start to clump on your bottom lashes. “Relax baby.” He swirls the pad of his thumb on your clit. “Angel breathe.” 

You take a deep breath, and he continues to swirl his thumb on you, watching as you start to suck on his fingers harder as he rocks even deeper inside of you. He lifts one of your thighs higher up your side and he’s all the way in, a loud moan leaving the both of you. He pulls his fingers from your mouth, eyes locked on the drool that drips down your chin. It’s practically falling off his fingers, leaving a messy trail down your chest. He pulls your breasts out of your bra, using his spit covered fingers to tweak your nipples until they pebble under neath his touch. You’re shuddering underneath him. 

You don’t even feel the next one coming, but when he presses his palm down on the bulge that had formed in your stomach, you lose it. You scream as white-hot pleasure rocks through every cell in your body. Your toes curl and tears race down your cheeks. You’re clenching down on him with everything you have, nails scratching deep red lines down his back. You’re gasping for air as you rock in time with him, all the air having left your lungs. You cum and cum and cum, and it seems like there’s no end to the euphoria that having him stuff you full brings you. You’re so busy with your own release you don’t even realize that he’s fallen over the edge with you. He doesn’t stop, fucking his load back into you. 

His hand drifts from your chest to your throat, gripping it a little hard. Your orgasm is never ending at this point. When he tightens his hand around your neck, you come apart again, your next release is splashing over his abdomen. It’s everywhere, running down your legs and pooling beneath you. You don’t even have in you to scream anymore, the smallest whimpers falling from your lips.

Finally, finally he relents, slowing down and easing up the pressure on your neck. You’re shuddering and your thighs are trembling. You’re gasping for air as he smooths his hands down your thighs. He leans forwards, brushing your hair back and swiping his thumbs over your cheeks. His touch is soothing to your overheated body. Ken presses his lips to your forehead, leaving small kisses all over your face until he reaches your lips. The kiss is soft, sweet and gentle. He pours his all into the kiss, heartbeat crashing into yours as he pushes every ounce of love that he has into your plump mouth. 

Just when you think it’s over, when you think he’s done and given you his all, he slides right back in you with such abruptness it knocks the air right back out of your lungs. There’s a grumble that comes from deep in his chest and you can feel every ridge, every vein of his thick cock as he continues to move in and out of you. The buildup is slower this time. He’s moving so softly, sensually. It’s passion and heat, his touch so demanding against your heated skin it feels like it’s starting to burn brilliant red trails wherever his hands drift over you.

“Kenny, I can’t please.” Your voice is raw and hoarse, scratchy from how much you’ve cried out and called for him. 

“Just one more angel. You can do one more f’ me, can’t you?” His hips snapped forwards, a long shaky whine leaving your lips. Your hands sink into his hair as his big hands wrap themselves around the back of your plush thighs. You trembled as his hips kept snapping into you. You can feel yourself shaking your head as he continues pumping into you. He lifts your hips just a hair more and the next thing you know, the head off his cock is bumping and kissing your cervix on every stroke now. You can’t tell what’s up, what’s down, where he ends, and you begin. 

The way he clings to you, the way his pelvis bumps your overly sensitive and tired clit is driving you closer and closer to the edge again. “Look at me angel.” You can barely register his words. It’s all a haze of never-ending ecstasy, the both of you so entangled in each other it’s dizzying. Your eyes connect, the intense love and fascination with his wrapping around your heart and squeezing, settling deep into your veins. His roughly grunted cry of your name and another hard snap of his hips is all it takes. The crashing wave of your release slams over you for the final time and you both let go together, loud grunts falling from his lips and cries of “Kenny, fuck, Kenny,” from yours. 

It's all hazy from there, you’re half passed out by the time he slides out of you, not even awake enough to stand for a shower. The most he gets out of you is forcing you to use the restroom before you slump against him. He sighs, helping you back to bed. The last thing you remember is the feeling of his fingers tracing up and down your spine as you give in to the exhaustion that’s settled in your bones.

There’s nothing but resounding silence that greets you in the morning. You roll over and wake shivering, cold and groggy in familiar grey sheets. The spot next to you is empty and you shoot up as realization hits you. You’d confessed your feelings. You’d confessed your feelings. Panic starts to make its way up your chest. Of course, you woke up alone. You were fooling yourself to think that you two could be something more than what it was. Practically scrambling out of bed, you’re left looking for the overnight bag you brought with you. Yanking on Ken’s discarded shirt on the floor, you make your way back out to the living room.

You’re struggling to swallow past this feeling of disappointment that’s settled over you. Locating your bag on the loveseat in the living room your head snaps up as the door opens. Kenny walks in, dressed in sweatpants and a simple black tee. He raises an eyebrow at your frozen and wide-eyed form. Lifting a bag of breakfast food and another with a drink holder, he watches as relief floods your features. “I brought breakfast. Hungry?”

You’re still at a loss for words but you nod, following behind him as he walks to the kitchen. He surprises you when he turns around after setting the food down, lifting you up on the counter. He stands beside you as you kick your legs back and forth, still trying to think of something to say. 

“You looked relieved as hell to see me sweetheart. Got somethin’ on your mind?”

He has a smooth easy way of talking when he asks, and it reminds you of the night that started it all. The late hour of being the last two standing at a house party your friend Hina had dragged you to after a disastrous break up. You’d been part of this friend group for years and you knew their mannerisms pretty well at this point, so it was no surprise to you that Draken was the one to find you sitting out on the balcony on your own. You’d both sat on the ground, legs stretched as you two passed a bottle back and forth. He’d asked the same gruff question then, a few sips in when you’d finally gotten a second to breathe. “Got somethin’ on your mind angel?” You’d poured your heart out that night about how you were feeling less than. How you’d begun to feel like you’d never be good enough or attractive enough for anyone. He’d dragged you inside and to his bedroom, proving in every way he could that night that you were so dead wrong in your assumptions. 

He cleared his throat bringing you back to the present. “Look. I’m not good at this feelings shit. Can’t even pretend to be smooth and act like I know what to say when it comes to gettin’ the girl. But what I can tell you is I’m here for you. In every way. I already told you last night, I selfishly, I greedily want you to love me. But when you’re ready. I’m all in.” 

Obsidian eyes connect with yours and you can see. You can see every emotion that swirls behind them, confirming what your heart knew all along. Grabbing an iced coffee from his grip you look down at it, the dripping cold water gathered on the sides of the cup running over your fingertips. Iced vanilla with almond milk. Your favorite, with the cute little cat sticker letting you know he’d gone as far as to even get it from your favorite shop on the other side of town.

“Hey Kenny?” 

He looks up from the bag he’s currently pulling food out of. “Yeah angel?”

“You wanna go out sometime?”

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[meowdarame]

the fool | haruchiyo sanzu

pairing: haruchiyo sanzu x f!reader (she/her pronouns used)

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, ANGST ANGST ANGST, non-explicit sex, drug and alcohol usage, cursing, heavy themes of addiction

notes: i’m so fucking sad so i wrote this LMAO. but hey at least i’m channeling negative feelings into a healthy outlet, right? as always, likes and reblogs are super appreciated!

beta-reader: @christeningsakusa

the one thing that haruchiyo hates the most about himself is how he doesn’t allow the things that should hurt to cause him pain.

every tear that rolls down his wet cheeks has to be covered up with a fake smile, the two scars that frame the corners of his mouth curling upwards and pointing to the night sky. every pang that his heart feels or negative thought that passes through his mind is masked by a joke— always one that makes light of the situation that’s troubling him.

it’s an awful way to live, and it’s definitely caused a lot of strife within himself and his relationships. his friends don’t take his problems seriously, but honestly, how could they? he won’t even let himself process his emotions fully, much less tell the people he loves how he really feels.

and so, haruchiyo falls back on the only things he knows— using drugs and humor to cope with the ache that he feels deep within his chest.

“so, i was driving down the street today, right? nearby her house,” sanzu says after snorting white powder off of a tiny metal spoon. he flicks the tips of his nose with his thumb before adding on, “and i swear to god there was a lady walking down the street that looked exactly like her. had the same cute lil walk and everything— with her knees pointing outwards, making it look like she’s waddling like a little penguin.” he chuckles softly to himself when he remembers the first time he pointed it out to you, which resulted in you punching his chest and dodging his kisses for the next hour.

“you’re probably just seeing things,” rindou says nonchalantly, grabbing the lighter from sanzu’s other hand to light a cigarette. “you guys just broke up and you miss her, so it makes sense that you see her everywhere.”

“i agree with rin,” ran butts in. taking a swig from the aged scotch he’d been sipping on all night, he adds on, “when my ex-girl and i broke up, i couldn’t step foot into one of our night clubs in roppongi— it was her favorite place to go. too many bad memories associated with that place, so i had rindou collect the financial reports from that place by himself for a few months. you remember that, lil bro?” he nudges his younger brother, some of the dark liquor spilling onto the couch in the process, and it makes rindou hiss.

“how could i forget? you still owe me half of your salary for that month, remember?” the purple-haired man takes one final pull from his cigarette before smothering it in the ashtray. “breakups suck, haru, but you’ll get over it eventually. just takes time,” he emphasizes his last sentence by kicking his feet up onto the coffee table, leaning back and resting his hands behind his head.

of course the “resident pretty boy bachelor” who’s never experienced true heartbreak gives such nonchalant advice, sanzu thinks to himself, dismayed. figures.

“you know,” ran adds on, clapping his heavy palm on sanzu’s shoulder. “they say the quickest way to get over someone is to get under someone else. why don’t you try it?”

“you don’t think it’s too soon? it’s only been a few weeks…” haruchiyo asks, but ran immediately waves the thought away. “nah, i think it’ll be good for you! you’ll get to see what’s out there, maybe even find a new person to occupy your time.”

sanzu nods his head a few times, registering the words of supposed wisdom that his friend imparted onto him.

ran haitani is a lot of things— prideful, extravagant, and (at times) idiotic— but sanzu would have never taken him for a liar.

well, ran did lie, because it is way too early for haruchiyo to be sleeping with a new person. and now, he feels like utter shit.

as he ties up and disposes the used condom, haruchiyo scolds himself for his lapse in judgement. occupy my time? more like waste my time.

his coping mechanism for the night is a sweet, pretty college-aged girl whose company he would have enjoyed otherwise in any other circumstance. but right now, the only thought plaguing his mind is how she’s not you. how nobody can ever compare to you.

she tries to plant one last kiss on his lips which he swiftly dodges, outstretching his arm behind her and grabbing his car keys. he leaves without uttering another word to her, instead choosing to solemnly bow his head out of respect. as he exits the front door of the lavish hotel room, he notices the way that her eyes narrow slightly at him, studying him as if he were a specimen underneath a microscope— the same way that yours did whenever you knew something was wrong but haruchiyo wouldn’t fess up.

is he really that easy to read? he asks himself as he places his key into the ignition.

knock. knock. knock.

the dark oak doors that once signified warmth now feel cold against his knuckles. he waits a minute, reflecting on tonight’s decisions that led him to your front porch. just as he’s about to give up and walk away, he hears shuffling on the other side of the doorway.

“haruchiyo?” your sleepy form asks, rubbing your tired eyes with the back of your hand.

haruchiyo, huh? he laments. no longer “haru,” or “babe,” or “my love.” hell, he would’ve even preferred “sanzu” instead of his full first name. but “haruchiyo”— it exists in a liminal space, a plane between familiarity and distance, a hallmark of lovers that once were but are no longer.

“what are you doing here?” you add on, this time with more alertness in your voice upon realizing that your ex-boyfriend is at your front door. “are you in trouble?”

“no, no,” he assures you, taking his hands out of his pockets and raising them up, a sign of his sincerity. “just missed you, that’s all.”

you groan and throw your head back. “you know, phones exist, right? you could just call me instead of waking me up at 3 in the fucking morning.”

“i wanted to see your face.”

“facetime exists.”

sanzu sighs internally. you’ve always been so hardheaded, borderline bratty. he loved it throughout the duration of your relationship, but now it poses a formidable barrier. he knows that there’s no way to get through to you, so he decides to do something that he rarely ever does— he’s honest with you, and in turn, honest with himself.

“i thought i saw you today,” haruchiyo begins, and you lean against your door frame, amused by the abrupt subject change.

“couldn’t be me,” you assert, crossing your arms. “didn’t leave my house once today.”

“i know it wasn’t you,” he interrupts, slightly frustrated by your combatant remark. “i just thought it was you. but anyways, can i at least tell you my thoughts?”

you motion your hand out, signaling for him to continue on. sanzu takes a deep breath, letting the frosty winter air fill his lungs.

“i’m sorry,” he exhales. “i’m sorry for hurting you. i’m sorry for putting myself above you and fucking everything up. i’m sorry for not being more of a man for you.”

a weak “haru” slips past your lips but sanzu forges on. “i promise i’ll change— i’ll get the help i need, i’ll go to therapy, i’ll get clean. please, just give me the fucking chance and i’ll prove to you that i’m not a lost cause.”

“haru.”

ah, there it is again, sanzu thinks to himself. the nickname that he’s grown to love— mainly because you were the one who gave it a new meaning for him so many years ago. he’s hopeful as he waits for your response.

but hope has proven to be such a fickle thing in haruchiyo’s life. a double-edged sword— the rosy picture of a future with you is what keeps him pushing forward, but it’s also what’s holding him back.

“are you high again?”

his jaw goes slack at your question. “n-no,” he stutters, heat creeping up in his face and static dizzying his mind. “i mean, i did do a bump at the club but that was hours ago. i’m sober now baby, i-i promise.” he reaches out to grab your hand, but you retract and pull it back, stepping further back into your home.

“i don’t believe you. the haru i know would never be able to say these things to me sober,” you choke out; it’s clear that you’re on the brink of tears, but mustering up every ounce of strength in you, your hand wraps around your door, bony knuckles peeking out through your skin.

“i promise you that i’m trying to change!” haruchiyo pleads, but to no avail. you’ve already made up your mind.

“yea? then prove it to me,” you say, almost shutting the door completely. but before you close it fully, your somber face peeks out through a little slit in the doorway, voice now significantly meeker than before.

“i miss you too, and i want to see you get better. i just don’t know if i could put myself through the pain of watching the man i love endanger his life every fucking night.” you sniffle and hic, hot tears now streaming down your face. “text me when you get home so that i know you’re safe.”

the door slams in haruchiyo’s face, and that’s when a realization hits him— you still love him, and you always have. it’s just that he doesn’t deserve your love.

sanzu’s ride home is unusually quiet— no loud music blaring in the background, no lit cigarette between his fingers. just his white knuckles gripping the steering wheel, nails digging into his palms and threatening to draw blood.

he texts you a quick ‘home’ before shutting off his phone and tossing it onto his couch. legs giving out, sanzu falls onto his hardwood floors on all fours, hands and knees planted firmly on the ground as he feels like his heart is collapsing into itself.

he wants to break down, to sob and throw things, to punch holes in the wall. he wants to have an outburst— to channel all the anger, pain, and frustration he feels. but he can’t bring himself to do it.

and so, just to keep himself from crying, he does the only other thing he knows how to do.

he laughs.

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[wakasa-wifey]

All's Fair in Love and Kitchen War - Wakasa I.

house husband! wakasa x afab! reader

cw: none! only fluff, reader is a bit immature and a brat but all fair all's fair bcs you get a teasing Wakasa :P

Summary: Here's what's your daily life looks like having Wakasa Imaushi as your husband. A male wife Wakasa Imaushi and you, his eternal love, Imaushi ____.

Word Count: 1.3k

AN: Based on this ask answered by truly your majesty, queen @saltyvanilla my fellow Wakasa simp, thank you for putting the idea of house husband! Wakasa in my head. If you had read this, you can see the easter egg and how the tables had turned this time around :P BUT it's just an optional reading!

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Another local Waka simps tag: @ambieux , @soushswag

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Waking up and squinting at the stream of sunlight poking through your curtain, you turned your body over to the other side of the bed, only to realised that you're in fact alone on the bed. Pouting at the revelation, you were planning on going back to sleep until a waft of delicious aroma made it to you.

Eyes widened, you immediately get out of bed, stumbling through your house before you made it into your kitchen, where you see a man of average figure, with a dual toned tied up hair, sunlight streaming through the window giving him a glow. 'Angelic' is what you thought inside your head as mischief grew in your heart.

"How long are you gonna stare at me love?" The white leopard, as per his nickname from his younger days, had realised your presence inside the room because of your stumbling and cursing when you got jabbed at the edges of furniture while coming down from the bedroom. He made a mental note inside his head to buy some baby-proof corner and edge protectors to avoid this from happening again.

"How do you know I'm here?", once again pouting, you took a seat at the kitchen counter, watching your lover preparing breakfast for both of you. His small humming stopped when he chuckled, turning around facing you, "I thought we had an elephant from the way you coming down the stairs." A small hit on the arm was what Wakasa received with a small grumble.

"I would need to go out after this though." Wakasa continued, receiving an eyebrow raise from you, eyes swimming with curiosity. "I'm gonna need to buy some edge protectors and baby-proof the corners." a small gasp escaped you as you raised your pointer finger at him. "I'm not pregnant!" you said defensively. "Who said it's for a baby? It's for you. Don't think I didn't hear you cursing while stumbling into the furniture edges. Such a baby needs to have baby-proof furnitures." His laughter drowned your grumbles and protests as he turned back to the kitchen stove, going back to preparing what he was preparing from before.

"I swear, you're just getting back at me for buying you that baby's chew toy couple' years ago because of your oral fixation." you whined while kicking your legs like a child. "I don't know what you're talking about angel~" his statement got you huffing but your stomach growl of hunger prevented you from talking back.

Standing up, you decided to approach the man who is currently humming happily while preparing breakfast with his white leopard printed apron, one you bought out of joke for his Christmas present last year. Hugging him from behind, you tip-toed trying to see what he's cooking for both of you.

"Breakfast almost ready love, can you please help set up the table?" another huff was released by you due to the Wakasa's noticeable attempt to get you out from the kitchen.

"I want to help with cooking though."

"No." Wakasa's direct rejection made you scrunched up your nose, ready for another round of baseless argument, but hey, that's what make the Imaushi's household fun because at the end of the day, Imaushi Wakasa will still treat you like a queen, and his queen deserves the best, he said.

"Remember when you set the kitchen on fire once? Because you were trying to cook a frozen sausage directly?" Wakasa shot out his argument faster than you. "Yes but that was years ago. I'm-" you were once again cut off by this soulmate of yours, "Yea, remember when you burned the pizza slices, trying to re-heat them in the microwave? You were supposed to re-heat it, I don't know how you managed to burn it love."

A noticeable frown etched in your face as Wakasa shot down another of your arguments. Giving up, you turned away from him and grabbed the plates and utensils, leaving the kitchen to set up the table whilst grumbling to yourself.

Chuckling to himself, Wakasa finished up cooking the last pancake he prepared for breakfast before grabbing a chocolate sauce bottle with a nicely cut fresh strawberries that he knows is your favourite to eat with pancakes, setting them up in a tray. He then balanced all the items and walked into the dining room, looking at you as you placed the last plate down, organising it perfectly. He sets the tray in the middle of the table before turning you around, facing him and caging you against the table.

Your attempts to escape him and not looking at him amused him greatly as he took your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look at him. "Angel, you know I love you right? What if you get hurt in the kitchen earlier? I would hate it if it happened." his soft, tender gaze met yours and he could see your walls crumbling. "Whatever." you mumbled, trying to get out of his hold again but was stopped by a soft tender kiss that you couldn't help but reciprocate, knowing that all of the affections, the love, the man in front of you has for you are poured into it, growing more and more flowers inside the garden of love.

"Will you forgive me with that?", knowing you had once again lost the game against your beloved, you just shot out a small "probably" and settled in your seat. The now satisfied Wakasa has a smile stretched out on his face, again humming while splitting the pancakes and putting yours in the order he knows you love.

"Smells good." you speak up, betraying yourself as you can't help it, your hunger won against you. A snigger escaped him, him who is holding a fork with your slice of pancake on it. "Open wide love." he neared the fork to your mouth watching your reaction as you munch on it, eyes glittering like stars stretching out on the blank canvas of sky.

Knowing you want more, Wakasa immediately spoon-fed you again the pancake he prepared, smiling as he saw you going back into yourself, the good mood shining through. "Ijts smoe delishoues." you tried to speak up with full mouth, earning another small laugh from the love of your life, as he grabbed a napkin and cleaned up the traces of food on your face. You gulped down the delicious pancake made by Wakasa before asking Wakasa;

"Wakasa Imaushi, will you marry me?" Your serious question paired with serious a face with your lips set up in a straight line met with a small laughter and a flick on the head from the man you adore so much.

"Idiot wife, we are in fact already married." Waka- no your husband shook his head to you and tugged you into his chest, soaking into your warmth and applemint scented wash.

"Although I wouldn't mind marrying you for the 4th time for our 4th anniversary."

aftermath: The 2 out of 4 Black Dragon's founders were confused to say the least when they visited the Imaushi's household to see a lot of baby-proof edge protectors. Shinichiro was about to say something about it but a look from Benkei who was dragged by Wakasa last week for the edge protectors shopping shut him up. However, we can't say the same about Takeomi though.

Takeomi: Y/N, I don't know you're pregnant?

You: I wasn't, not until this morning that is.

Wakasa not fully digesting what you said: She's a baby that needs to have bab-. Wait what did you say?

You: I wasn't pregnant until this morning? *magically pulls out a positive pregnancy test.

All 4 founders of BD: ⊙.☉

Wakasa: I'm gonna be a father?

You: Yes, yes you are.

Wakasa *wide eyed: I'M GONNA BE A FATHER!!!

Benkei: Well, at least the baby-proof gears are gonna serve it true purpose now.

Takeomi and Shinichiro *nodding their heads: True.

[blueparadis]

━━━━ “Sell your Soul” ; ft. Inui Seishu

〜 content & warnings: romance, erotica, satire, greek mythology portrayals, greek au ~ post-Trojan war au; afab-reader, mention of blood, slow burn, mutual pinning, strangers to lovers, virgin reader, priestess reader, dom Inui, warrior Inui, soft sex, fingering, sacrilege kink,nipple play, body worship, aftercare talks ; wc ~2.4k ; navigation links

〜 precis : Fallen warrior Inui thinks he should enlighten you with pleasure as a token of gratitude for saving his life. What could be more amusing than to taint your pure soul!

〜 notes: this is a part of heaven and hell’s collab hosted by @semisgroupie thank you for letting me participate. I really enjoyed writing this and i hope you enjoy it too :D Happy Birthday my beloved Dee ♡

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Shining leaves, fluorescent waves, cold breeze yet you are just as lonely as the pearl of the night sky. It's barely been a month since the war ended and somehow you managed to escape from their cruel clutches otherwise you would have been thrown into a brothel or to be taken as a concubine of some royal blood.

You took the bow along with the quiver of arrows and disappeared into the forest under the moonlight of night. With most of the men being forced to fight in the war, there were few survivors along with you; most of them were either children or aged men. Few maidens survived yet they weren't of royalty as you are.

Before the fall of Troy your heart was devoted to God Apollo and now it belonged to a single purpose: to protect yourself along with others. You often went for patrol riding on horseback when everyone was asleep. It was safe for both, for you as well the others. But today, you went without your ride just for a leisurely hunt.

The shrill cry of cicadas, the distant sound of sea waves, and your slow footsteps were the only sound that could be heard. Living miles away from Troy wasn't dangerous; at least there weren't any wild animals that could wreck the small village you built, yet you wished you could have learned anything to defend yourself.

A sharp rustle of leaves reached your ears as you were about to cross a small brook; It could be dangerous if you inspected it from close quarters. Inhaling a deep breath you drew a bow and shot it in the direction; a low thud was heard. As you skimmed through the silvery leaves you stood perplexed for a second at the sight of a man on his knees

His chest was bleeding where the arrow pierced him, his clothes were soiled and torn. He wasn't in the state of saying anything, his eyes were barely keeping up. You crouched on your knees placing a hand on his shoulders as his breathing became erratic. Clamping your fingers around the arrow you pulled it out and he lost his consciousness falling over your body. Your dress soaked in his blood as it took a while to comprehend everything in your head.

You quickly laid him on the ground tending to his wound. It'll take a while for him to regain his consciousness since it was a poisoned arrow. Such a relief that you brought the antidote. You sat leaning against the tree watching him. He had his dagger tucked in.

You pulled it out noticing Menelaus' official seal. "Great as if he wasn't enough", you muttered. thinking how you can't take him to the village worried you yet at the same time you can't just avert him; it would be a taint of sin. Even if he was an enemy you shouldn't just leave him here to die, a worshipper of Apollo, a high priestess wouldn't do such an unholy deed.

You cupped his face lightly asking, "can you walk? can you hear me?", as the light of dawn basked both of you. He immediately sprung up pinning you on the ground looking for his dagger. Unable to find it, he was about to choke you but you held his dagger against his neck. A small curl laced at the corner of his lips as he retreated. You coughed and gasped as he scanned around the island. "So, are you a survivor too?", he asked crouching in front of you noticing your pendant that rested in between your cleavage.

"You'd possibly be dead if I didn't give you the antidote", you say standing up walking along the rivulet as you continued, "and no! I was a priestess before the fall of troy.” He followed you as you walked through the woods asking him how he ended up here or if he was being followed. And if he was, then danger lurked along the shore.

He conveyed how he escaped after the war and manage to help a merchant along with his business. And a few days ago they faced a massive hit and probably it was God Apollo who saved him. He put a little emphasis on the word Apollo earning a frown from you. You two reached in front of a cave.

You looked at him saying, “I used to live here when I didn't meet the others. It's safe for you and there's a stream flowing through the corner” As he entered he noticed how you weren't lying. He noticed how everything was neat and clean, even had a handmade lamp. “What about food?”, he asked with dancing eyebrows. “you’re a warrior! Hunt for yourself.”, you tartly reply drawing in the curtain that's woven with strings and leaves.

He cocked one of his eyebrows before closing the gap between the two of you. He was inches apart from your face. You couldn't muster up enough courage to look him in the eye. No, that's not it: you became nervous as his breath, his heartbeat was so loud almost syncing with yours. “That's right! I haven't told you my name!... I'm Inui Seishu”

You looked up to him, his chapped lips, and swiftly averted him by walking past him. “You’re not properly healed yet. I’ll bring food and medicine every night. And please don't do anything foolish!”, your day and leave his sight. It wouldn't have been a twist of fate that the same warrior who saved your father betrayed Menelaus and now he is here in bone and flesh.

“what took you so long?”, Inui asked irritatingly as you entered the cave with a bag in hand. You gave him a glare thinking that's not the warrior your father mentioned. He mentioned how kind and gentle he was which is nowhere to be seen. “these are the medicinal herbs and that pouch has the food.”, you replied ready to leave.

“wait!”, a firm voice emerged. You tilted your head in his direction. He mumbled,” Shouldn't you at least tend to the wound you inflicted?" You rolled your eyes sitting along his side. He is so whiney and demanding you thought as you noticed that he wore the clothes you brought yesterday.

You unbuttoned his shirt slowly; taking the ointment rubbed it over his wound. He screeched earning your glare. “Where did you learn archery? Shouldn't a follower of God Apollo be away from weapons? — hey I'm talking to you— inui retorts getting nothing but your silence.

“You — you shouldn't keep your hopes up”, you said pausing your fingers.

“Hmmm! About what?”, Inui asked with a surprising tone.

“Since I was a worshipper of God Apollo I — I

“you’re a virgin? Is that what you're trying to say?”, he cut you off in the middle of your talk.

Your heartbeat raced. You could feel his syncing with yours since your palm rested on his chest. You were about to remove your palm from his pounding chest but he grabbed your hand pulling it into his mouth saying, “How much of a scum do you think I'm?” with a scoff.

You pull away your hand leaving his side and walk up to the exit. “You were hoping for it, didn't you?” to which you abruptly reply saying, “Of course not...why would I even think about it... You're thinking all that because—

“because...”, Inui repeats taking a mouthful bite of the food. You leave immediately without proper greeting running through the woods, head all mushy, heart pounding like crazy. Yes, you wanted him to woo you like other girls of your age were chased.

Weeks passed. You manage to avoid every next encounter. Whenever you dropped by, he used to sleep. You could even hear his snores at the entrance of the cave. He was slowly healing probably because of his previous wounds. It wouldn't take long to heal to his fullest and then you can bid him goodbye, for good.

Somedays he used to wake up by the sound of your anklet. And on those days his stares, his talk, his whines wouldn't just stop. It's not like you hated it but you can't take the risk of being followed, watched by one of the villagers. If they came to know that you're feeding an enemy, they'd laugh at you; probably will kill him.

With thoughts piling up one upon the other, you noticed that your anklets were still there adoring your feet. Disappointed with yourself, you cursed: you swear to take those off yet here you're in the middle of the jungle tearing a small piece of clothing from your dress to wrap around your ankle. At least it would keep off the sound and won't wake him up, you thought heading towards his lair.

Inui who always watched you through his half-lidded eyes from the past weeks grew restless. He heard a set of footsteps closing in. He hoped it to be you otherwise his hands would be stained in blood again. The moment you stepped in a firm set of hands pinned you against the wall.

“oh it's just you!”, Inui mutters walking away towards the piled-up rug. He sits leaning against the stonystone wall as you relaxed your breathing. “what happened to your ankles?”, he asks eyeing you up and down. You unfurl those small clothes telling him how he wakes up at the sound of it. Emerald's eyes were glued on you as you kept talking. You conveyed to him how he is almost healed up and he should be able to leave soon from this hellsite.

As you walk around him talking about your day, asking about his you fail to notice his extended leg in your way. Gladly, Inui immediately held you by your waist as you were about to fall onto the rivulet. Your back pressed against his chest as you rasped, “Oh God that scared me!”

He curls his other hand around your waist locking you asking, “Does this scare you?”

Your heart dropped as his hands slowly slide upwards. He pressed your mouth as his hands laced against your breast line. Observing your denial he loses his grip and so you turned around placing one of your arms around his nape while the other interlaced with his fingers. He moans a breath out as you guide his hands over your boobs.

Momentary eye contact before his lips crashes against yours. His palms on the back of your head & nape pressing you against his face further. The thin white gown that covered your body is now tossed onto the floor leaving your naked beauty at his display. “You’re so gorgeous”, he says as he pulls you into his lap, making himself seated on the layered rug.

He softly guides your hands around his shoulders before nipping your breasts. He circles his tongue around your perked nipple as he harshly squeezes your other boob. Squeezing your eyes shut your sucked in a small breath as his other hand teased your entrance. He kept rubbing your clit making you arch in pleasure while he kept placing open-mouthed sucks on your cleavage, breasts, and nipples.

“I can’t take it...wait...”, you mewl as he pushes two sets of fingers through your wet folds murmuring, “I’ll be gentle! There's nothing to be afraid of baby...” Inui had his fair share of fucking girls and maidens while visiting towns, traveling around the world, even in a war zone but never in his life he has fucked a virgin. How could he ever avert his eyes from your untainted body?

His fingers exploiting your clit, his mouth taking your moans easing your restlessness as he feels your gummy walls clenching around his fingers. He pulls out sensing your shockwaves whispering, “was that scary, huh, princess?” you lick your lips excitedly nodding in approval.

Inui places a hand behind your back swiftly placing you underneath him. You watched him undress and when you finally watch him pumping his cock your dripping pussy clenches at the sight of his fat aroused cock. He cups your under-thighs pressing against your body as he sinks his cock, his eyes fixated on yours.

“Ah—Ah!”, you mewl as the tip of his throbbing member reaches your sweet spot sending flares of euphoric pleasure. “easy their baby girl!”, he comes before triggering his hips. The sound of skin slapping against each other, your muffled moans echoed throughout the cave. “Fuck this feels so good. If. You. Keep. Clenching. Me. Like. That. I might. Just cum. In you”, he says thrusting harder at the fall of each word.

You curl your legs around his hips as he lets his body drop over yours. His chest presses your bobbing boobs as he kisses you deeply, sucking your tongue then moving onto your lips rolling his hips in circles. You gasp as he breaks the kiss holding your neck for the final thrust. This time quickening his pace accompanied by deep strokes. You hold your bouncing boobs looking at him as he huffs heavily throwing back his head mumbling, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum...m' gonna cum”

White fuild drips from your feminity as he keeps thrusting, milking around his cock. He hooks his arms around your legs placing them against his shoulders. With a few deep strokes watching your tearful eyes, swollen lips, and marked body he cums inside you coating your walls. He pulls out immediately watching his cum mixed with yours dripping from your gaping hole. He pats over your wet folds with a smirk.

He walks away leaving you almost senseless, burnt in the heat to grab your gown. He is still panting as he dresses himself up. “There’s a pond nearby about waist deep— come I'll help you wash!”, he snorts. You quickly throw the gown over yourself and before he steps out of the area you hug him from behind. He lets out a sweet chuckle holding your palms pulling you in front of him. You seemed confused as he just stares at you for a while. A little smirk & in a flash, he scoops you perfectly in his arms carrying you towards the pond as you kissed him on his cheeks, softly.

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[portfolio-of-dreams]

our little secret. | aizawa shouta x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ only! MINORS DNI. mentions of blood, broken bones, peeping tom, age gap, light cursing, explicit smut, reader gets called darling/honey, oral (f! receiving), cum eating, tongue fucking, tummy bulge, soft sex to desperate sex, cervix fucking, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink (if you squint), aftercare cause Aizawa is a gentleman.

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The blaring of the sirens screech through your ears like nails clawing down a chalkboard. The light burns as you attempt to blink open your eyes. Your head was aching, spinning like flashes in vertigo. You think you’re lying on your side, based on the broken stones in front of you. But other than that, you can only see what’s at arms reach. The air is thick, feeling the debris coating your throat, coaxing you to cough but your body won't move. What happened?

Thumping of running feet flash past your vision, only noticing them as they hit the ground, inches from your face. You can barely register the scene unfolding around you, the high-pitched ringing tones are consuming, flooding through the hollows of your veins, echoing in your skull. You feel completely blinded by all of your senses- except the noise and the ache in your head. What is that? 

More footsteps collapse to the ground, brushing rubble into your eyes. You try to move your hand up to clear your vision but you can’t feel your arm. You blink rapidly, tears start to rapidly form and fall down your cheeks, clearing your eyes. You’d rather have tear-stained vision than none at all. The feet keep rushing straight past you. Do they know you’re there?

A single tremble quivered beneath your stoic body. A low faint growl could be heard echoing in the distance. The trees hovering above you began to sway intensively while the tall grass grazing your ankles stirred in an unruly pattern. Then came the silence, the loathsome, deadly silence that would bring destruction. You needed to get up, you needed to help. That’s right, the city was under attack by the League of Villains. Your quirk could be of use if you could just get up. That’s when a pair of tall black, mud-stained boots, laced through the eyelets up the side, stopped in front of you. You attempted to crane your neck up to see the face. It’s blurry through your tear-filled eyes. It appears to be a man, dressed in all black. Your vision starts to static out as you barely see the dirty white scarf wrapped around his neck, then nothing…

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You wake up in a hospital bed, the nurses say you were asleep for three days. Everything hurts. You can feel your bones shifting as you try to sit up in the creaking, uncomfortable bed. The gauze on your face is crusted over in drool and dried blood. There’s a cast wrapping your left arm from your wrist up to your elbow in a dark pink plaster- at least it matches your hero uniform. The nurse in deep navy scrubs walks over to change the gauze on your cheek, you wince at the pain of taking off the medical tape. You quickly grab the hand held mirror on the side table to see how bad it is; a deep gash crosses your cheek- from the corner of your nose just below your eye. That’ll definitely scar. Tears start to prick in the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over. The nurse quickly grabs a tissue saying how you can’t cry until the bandage is back on.

“Don’t worry, I think it’ll look badass, your efforts helped save the city you know?”- she starts to clean the wound with a saline solution- “Who is the man that kept visiting you?” the nurse asks as she places a small square of fresh gauze across your cheek.

“A man? I don’t know, what did he look like?” You look at her a little confused. Your parents weren’t around anymore and you weren’t a student, just a teacher's assistant.

“Oh you know, not super tall, wore all black, but incredibly handsome.” She almost swooned over the thought of the mystery man as she taped back up your wound.

You stayed in the hospital for another day before they discharged you. You couldn’t stop thinking about the man the nurse described- was it the same man with the boots that rescued you? Did he bring you to the hospital? So many questions rattled your brain but the pain that wrecked your body made it impossible to think straight. You took a taxi straight home, deciding to think about it later. But once your head hit your plush pillow, the world around you went quiet.

A few hours passed and you were woken up by the sound of the doorbell, you decided to just wrap your blanket around yourself, assuming it was no one interesting. The trek from your bed to the door made you ache. Your muscles were screaming and your bones cracked with each step. You could feel every little movement in your bloodstream and you winced in pain when your hand met the cold of the door knob. You opened it to find the not-so-tall mystery man. He was dressed in black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black trousers (not his usual cargo pants), and his neck was adorned with that dirty white scarf you remember seeing on the day of the attack. His hair was pulled back into a small bun, with a few strands peeking out from behind his ears framing his face.

“Professor Aizawa?” you looked at him confused.

“Hi. I just wanted to see how you were doing…” He rubbed the back of his neck and then looked at you. His eyes traveled down your figure, realizing you weren’t wearing any pants and you were just wrapped in the blanket from your bed. His cock twitched inside his pants, but he pushed those thoughts aside. For now…

“You were the one that found me a few days ago. Thank you.” - You smiled softly at him before realizing where his eyes were. Your face getting flushed as you hid behind the door. - “Sorry for my indecency, it’s been hard adjusting to this cast.”

“Don’t worry about it. I should be off, just wanted to see how you were holding up. I’ll see you back at school when you’re better.” And with that, he left your doorstep.

Aizawa thought about you that night- wrapped in just your blanket and your white tee, leaving his imagination to run as he touched himself to the thought of you…

He checked on you, almost every day since that initial day. Sitting on the large branch of an oak tree outside your window. He couldn’t actually go to your door and talk to you again, he felt awkward and it was hard to contain his desire for you. You didn’t know it yet but you were set to become his new teaching assistant. He wasn’t allowed to want you the way he did, or think about the things he wanted to do to you. It was abhorrent to even be watching you from your window, but he didn't care if he helped him get off, even a little. Watching you change into your night clothes to get into bed, the way you sang into your hairbrush like no one was watching, your innocent sleeping form. He’d watch you for hours, his hand rubbing up and down his length, slotting his thumb against his angry slit, rubbing his pre-cum along the veins on the side as lube to help his hand move harder and faster. The thought of it being your much smaller hand, the way your pretty lips would look taking his tip between them, the way you’d probably hollow your cheeks to suck him off harder and you’d swallow every ounce of his load if he asked you to. So obedient, he’d think to himself as he orgasmed against the side of the tree, slowing the pace of his hand to ride out his high. Maybe you would help him out someday, but that was not tonight.

It’s now been a week since the attack from the League of Villains. The city was still in ruins but slowly being rebuilt and a harsh haze lingered in the air. You were still in agonizing pain- your muscles were sore, your arm under your cast itched and it was almost impossible to change the dressing on your cheek alone. What was even worse was the fact that you needed a bath and were desperate for a man’s touch. Little did you know, a certain man yearned for your touch, even though he was at least 15 years older than you, he couldn’t help but think about your soft skin, the youth in your eyes, how tight your cunt probably was.

He sat in his usual spot on the branch outside your window. He saw you go to the bathroom to turn on the water for a bath and his cock ached, straining against his pants as he thought about you in the tub. But then he saw you struggle to get undressed, yet again. Fumbling with your shirt stuck over your head until you fell back, ass to the floor and just yelled out, tears no doubt falling from your eyes. Maybe tonight was the night for him. He nervously tied his scarf to the branch above him and swung to just in front of your window. Tap, tap, tap. The noise startled you as you tried to pull your shirt back down to see what was at your window. You walked over, cautious about your steps and opening it until you met with a familiar face, hanging from white threads as his hair fell around him.

“Professor Aizawa?”

“Need some help?”

You didn’t even question as to why he was at your window or how long he'd been there, you frantically nodded your head, tears in the corners of your eyes as you moved aside to let him in. 

He ducked down through the opening, pulling his scarf in and setting it aside on the chair at your vanity. He took a small step closer to you, his hands moving up to grip the hem of your shirt as he looked into your eyes for permission. You could feel his fingertips ghosting over hips and it made your breath hitch in your throat. You didn’t stop looking at him as he carefully pulled your shirt up over your head and slipped it off over your cast. You part your lips to speak but any words are quickly swallowed by his mouth connecting with yours. He knows what you're about to say- This is wrong. We shouldn’t do this. But the strain of his cock in his pants is too much for him and he’s tired of dreaming about burying himself deep in your cunt, he needs it to be a reality. And when you don’t push him away- he’s quick to pull off his black t-shirt. 

“You can call me Shouta tonight. Let me take care of you, alright?” He trails kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. 

You don’t even make an attempt to stop him as he reaches one hand up to cup your cheek, sucking on the soft skin of your neck. His other sliding down past the waistband of your sweatpants to cup your already wet cunt. He slides his finger between your folds before circling your juices on your clit, making you mewl at his soft touch. He’s groaning into the crook of your neck as he slides a finger into your entrance. He’s careful with his touch, working at an agonizingly slow pace, working you open. You drop your head against his shoulder, moaning sweetly into his ears like sugar melting in warm coffee. Your lips are parted slightly, dragging languidly across his collarbone. He sinks another digit into your dripping hole, each knuckle curling up, opening you more until the palm of his hand is pressed against your clit. His fingers dance along your walls softly, like he's trying to memorize every ridge of you, every centimeter of your skin as he turns to place a kiss on your temple. 

“So wet already, honey? I’ll go slow for you, don’t worry.” He lazily kisses your cheek as he picks you up with his free arm, his fingers still lodged deep inside you. He doesn’t want to stop hearing your sweet voice.

He carefully sprawls your body onto your unmade bed, pushing your squishmallows to the corner. He’s calculated in his movements, pulling your sweatpants down, hyper aware of the injuries on your legs. He ghosts his lips up the inside of your left thigh as he works his fingers against your gummy walls. He places an open-mouthed kiss to the hood of your clit and every sound of pleasure that falls from your lips makes his cock twitch, pre-cum soaking through his boxers and pants. He attached his lips to you, deft tongue sliding up your folds, tasting every ounce of you as you leak onto his fingers.

“Ai- Shouta, please. Need more.” You moan out his name and he swears he heard an angel speak. 

“I might not get to touch you like this again, let me enjoy it.” He whispers against your pussy.

His tongue sharpens as he glides it up and down, until finding your clit. He flicks the tip of his tongue against your sensitivity before encasing it between his lips and sucking lightly. His eyes flicker up to your face, completely mesmerized by the faces you make, the faces he’s able to draw from you. He slides his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue- desperate to have the deepest part of you on his wet muscle. He swirls it around your entrance, groaning at how sweet you taste, how your tight walls clamp down on him. He moves his tongue in and out once more before licking up. He works himself out of his pants, hard cock finally springing free from the confines of his boxers, slapping up to his navel. You gasp at the sight of it- angry red tip riddled with dew drops of pre-cum. Two large veins adorning the sides of his thick length, you watch it twitch as he crawls on top of you, exhaling his name so sweetly he could see the stars circling your head. He holds his cock in his calloused hand, dragging the tip over you, coating it in your arousal. 

“I’ll be gentle, honey.” 

He whispers in soft tones like a secret promise being made between the two of you. He slides his tip in, watching as your cunt greedily sucks him in. Your sinful mewls are a lullaby to his heart. Fuck, he’s wanted you so bad. From the first day you stepped foot on the campus of UA, working under President Nezuko, until he finally approved your transfer to work with him. And he’ll tell you- just not yet. He slowly pushed himself in, stretching you out so nicely, watching your eyes gloss over from the new pressure as they flutter heavily. He almost can’t take the steady movements anymore.

“Fuck you’re so tight.” He can barely utter out the words as he bottoms out inside you. 

High pitched whines rip through your chest as your back arches up, showing the prominent bulge in your abdomen. You were so wet and ready for him to just slide right into your entrance but nothing could really prepare you for the sheer girth his cock had. He felt so heavy inside you as he pushed his pelvis against yours to try to get you used to his size. He can feel your cum sliding down every millimeter of skin on his cock and he can’t take it anymore. He starts at a slow pace, barely moving in and out. Once your ragged, uneven breaths turn into moans he picks up the pace. The veins adorning him dragged so deliciously across your gummy walls, his moans unashamedly leaving his lips as he snaps his hips against you. All inhibitions and promises of being gently are tossed out the window as he ruts into you, pressing his hand down on your stomach, pushing the bulge further into your cervix as he fucks you. His tip hitting your g-spot over and over again. Your gasping at the feeling, hard moans singing of your tongue until he crashes his lips onto yours in a needy kiss, teeth clashing as he tries to memorize every taste bud, every crevice of your mouth. He grabs onto the plush of your thighs, still aware of where your cuts were, his fingertips digging into the skin as he lifts them into a 90 degree bend to hit deeper into you.

“Fu-ck, such a good girl. So young and innocent, letting this old man touch you this way. You like it.” - he groans as he moves inside you, feeling his orgasm approach- “Going to let me cum inside you, aren't you?”

“Sho! Feels s’good!” - you lift your casted arm up over your head, resting it on the pillows behind you as your other hand fists into his dark hair- “Y-you’re the one fucking me, like a ngh slut.”

Your eyes roll back in your head as he removes one hand from your thigh, slotting it between your sweaty connected bodies to rub his thumb on your puffy clit. He knows what he’s doing, coaxing you into an orgasm, desperate to meet his own high- but ladies first. Your whines and pleads are running through him like a harmony that’s composed just for him. Small tears prick the corners of your eyes as you feel the knot in your core bubbling over, ready to spill at any moment. He doesn’t stop moving, hitting every sweet spot inside you, even the ones you didn’t know you had. He’s rubbing your clit, messily as his movements become as ragged as the breaths leaving his lungs. You both look at each other, lustful eyes in a silent agreement. His head falls to your shoulder, sweat beads trickling over the valley of your neck as he bites down on the skin. You cry out his name, feeling so full of him, as your orgasm crashes down, making you clench down and spasm around him, your thighs quivering at his touch. Not too long after, his movements become unsteady and slower, no longer a pace in vivacissimo and he’s lost his rhythm as he shoots his hot seed far into your womb. He rides out his high before collapsing gently onto you, attempting to catch his breath. He slowly pulls out and you wince at the new empty feeling and sensitivity. 

“Don’t move.” He says breathily as he rolls off the bed.

He walks to the bathroom, redrawing the bath you made earlier. Making sure the water was warm enough but too hot against your wounds and skin. He walks over to the side you're laying on, picking you up bridal style into his arms and carrying you to the bath. He lowers you into the water, careful to not get your cast wet. He inspects the gauze on your cheek and grabs the items to change the bandage. He grabs his underwear from the floor of your room, slipping them back on and washing his hands. He peels the tape off, making you wince from the rip of the adhesive.

“Hey, we’ll match now.” He chuckles and points to the scar under his right eye. 

He places a ghosted kiss on your temple and replaces the dressing on your wound. He grabs the loofa, helping you wash your body. Lathering the soap across your chest to your back. He has you turn in the tub, so your back is facing him to wash your hair. He soothes the shampoo through your locks and leans in to whisper in your ear.

“Also, once you get approved to come back to school, you’ll be working under me, so this will be our little secret, honey.”

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[sugusshi]

┄ I'M SORRY

➥ Haitani Ran x f!reader

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➥ characters: f!reader and Haitani Ran

— featuring: Rindou, Mikey, and everyone else in Bonten

➥ disclaimers/warnings: f!reader, assassin!reader, character death, angst, hurt no comfort, mentions of blood, slight gore(?) at the end (please dm if i missed any major tags; didn't want to much without spoiling anything, but i tried putting what could be more triggering)

➥ word count: 3.4k

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➥ author’s note: This one-shot is actually based on a series I have for future works. I just had a n e e d to write angst and decided to write this out. as always, feel free to tell me what you think in the comments or in my ask box ♡

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. It was only supposed to be a simple meet-up between Bonten and you. It was supposed to be all just talk.

So why…

Why were you the one that was gone now?

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“Hello?” Ran answers his phone haphazardly, knowing you would have scolded him for answering a call as such on his personal phone, but he didn’t care. He would answer any call if it meant he could talk to you one more time.

“Rookie move Haitani,” As if the Gods heard his unspoken wishes, your smooth voice on the other line was scolding him just like he knew you would.

“YN-”

“Shut up.” You’re quick to interrupt him, your voice curt and stern. You didn’t call him to make amends; he knows this. You’re calling for business only, and the simple thought causes his heart to constrict with pain. Were you genuinely done with him? Though, he can’t blame you either. He turned his back on you at his boss’s orders without even giving you a chance to explain yourself. He supposes he deserves this. “I have some final business to conclude with Bonten before I’m out of all your lives for good. Meet me at the location I sent you tonight at midnight and not a minute early or late. I need all of you Bonten executives to be there. It’ll just be me there, so do not even try to bring any secret backup. There may be eight of you, but do not forget who I am. I can and will eliminate all of you with a click of a button.”

You’re giving Ran no room to talk, especially with your tone on him. Would it be wrong to admit he just wanted to hear you speak after you had gone missing months ago?

“Make sure you let your boss know this meeting isn’t optional. If you’re not there tonight, I’ll be forced to take matters into my own hands, and that is the last thing any of you want, considering all the information I can easily hand over to law enforcement.”

Just as he opens his mouth to speak, you cut him off again, “I’ll see you all at midnight.”

His phone beeps in his ear, signaling you hung up, slowly moving his phone away as he looks down at his left hand where a silver ring with a ruby stone rests on his ring finger. He wonders if you still have your matching ring, or had you thrown it out? Whatever the case, he shakes the thought off as he calls Takeomi to call a meeting about the request, no, demand sent to them.

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When you had said you would be out of their lives for good, this is not what Ran imagined. This is not what any of them imagined. They all thought, including Ran, your former lover, that you were just going back to being the unattainable and untamable assassin you were before Mikey hired you as Bonten’s personal assassin. They thought you would just give them some final words before you vanished into thin air like you were known to.

Never in their minds did they think you had meant this instead.

They were all gathered in their meeting room, shaken and lost for words. Mikey seemed the most normal one despite the bullet he received in his shoulder earlier, which had now been tended to. His face was emotionless like usual, but if you looked deep into his dark onyx eyes, you would be able to see the slight crack in his composition.

No one wants to say anything. No one dares to say anything with the ticking time bomb, Haitani Ran, who sits at his seat, shaky fists on his knees as he refuses to look up at anybody, shoulders trembling as even Rindou doesn’t know what to do or say to help.

Finally, someone breaks the silence.

Kakucho’s voice is calm and a bit slow so that he can be careful with his words, “Do we… Do we know who she was working for?”

Takeomi slowly shakes his head, “We didn’t even get a chance before we got ambushed.”

Who knows if he didn’t read the room right or if this was his own fucked up way of coping, but Sanzu scoffs, crossing his arms across his chest, “She was never known to work with anyone anyway. She was always known to be a little obedient pup who did what she was paid for. It probably backfired on her again, just like it did with-”

BANG!

The whole room goes deadly quiet as a bullet barely grazes Sanzu’s head, whizzing past his ear and embedding itself onto the wall behind where he sat.

Mikey lays the gun on the table, eyes set into a glare as he looks at his number two, “You will be respectful to YN, who paid with her life to give me and all of us a chance to escape.” There’s a small sob from Ran at YN’s name, but no one says anything about it, especially Sanzu. “Understand?”

Sanzu swallows a thick lump in his throat before slowly nodding, but when he sees Mikey lay his hand on the gun again, he speaks up, “Yessir.”

Mikey is satisfied and moves his hand away from the gun, face slowly going back to its neutral expression.

“I don’t understand….” Kokonoi speaks up, though his voice is quaky, “We banished her from Bonten. Turned our backs to her and left her for dead.” Almost everyone winces at the memory. “So why… Why did she save us? She could have shot us all dead, and we all know she could have. H-Hell, we all know she could have activated the explosives to get rid of all of us at once if she wanted to. So why the fuck- Why the f-fuck did she give us a chance when we never gave her one?”

Ran finally speaks up, with no playful tone like usual, eyes brimmed with tears as his bottom lip trembles, “Because she was loyal to a f-fault… and no one, not even me, believed it. We all treated her like shit, even sent underlings to attack her in her own base. Left her for dead… e-even me. I treated her like a traitor w-when… fuck-” Another sob breaks out of his throat as he hides his face behind his hands.

“You’re wrong,” Rindou jumps in, the sight of his brother breaking down tugging at his heartstrings, the guilt only growing inside him with your death. “You tried to tell us, Ran. You tried to tell us there was no way she could have betrayed us, and we didn’t listen to you. We didn’t listen to her.”

The room is quiet yet again beside Ran’s stifled sobs.

“Investigate this,” Mikey orders, getting up from his seat after a few minutes of silence, “Find out who she was working for, or more like betrayed her.”

Everyone chimes in with different ‘yes boss’ responses as Mikey gets ready to leave the room, yet watches as Mikey stops walking next to Ran.

“And find a way to get her body back. A proper goodbye is the least she deserves after her sacrifice.”

It’s wordless, but the hand on Ran’s shoulder is Mikey’s way of apologizing, knowing it wasn’t enough, but Mikey was never one for apologies, not even when he was younger. This was the best anybody would get out of him, and Ran knew this. He can only nod as Mikey gives his shoulder a light squeeze before exiting the room.

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“What’s this?” You ask with a raised brow as you look at Ran, who has a smug grin while holding a red velvety box towards you.

“Open it, and you’ll see~” He sings, making you roll your eyes.

“This better not be what I think it is, or I swear to-” Ran silences you with his pointer finger to your lips, smiling softly at you.

“It’s not. If it were, I wouldn’t be giving it to you like this. I would be going all out, and you know this.”

“I guess…” You pout as you sit upright on the couch to open the small box, only to gasp quietly at the sight. Inside are two beautiful silver rings adorned with a large ruby stone in the middle. The band on your ring is thinner to accommodate your more delicate finger. “T-They’re beautiful… but what… What's it for love? Did I miss a special date?”

“Nope~” Ran smiles, getting on his knees in front of you to take your ring out of the box and slowly put it on your ring finger. Perfect. Just like he thought it would. “It’s a promise, princess.”

“These are very showy rings for a promise….” You huff, lips forming a pout as your cheeks dust with red at the way Ran’s eyes seem to sparkle when he looks at your now adorned finger.

“A promise that you will be mine forever,” Ran tilts your chin up with his free hand, his thumb smoothing over your plush lips to remove your pout. “You will have my last name. Maybe not now and maybe not soon, but when we’re both ready in the future.” His voice is confident, knowing you loved him as much as he loved you. Still… He bites his lip and looks you in the eye, “That is if you’ll have me.”

Your heart skips a beat at his unusual nervousness, knowing only you could get this vulnerable side of the Haitani Ran.

You cup his cheeks and lean in to give your lover a deep and passionate kiss, making his eyes flutter close. You pull away after a couple of seconds, foreheads resting against each other as you smile. “Of course, I would have you. How could you even think I would say no?” You tease.

“Shh…” Ran pouts this time as you take out his ring and gently put it on his finger. He grins as you raise his hand to your lips, kissing his knuckles. “I love you. I love you so fucking much.” He mumbles into your neck as he envelopes you in his arms, your arms wrapping around his neck.

You coo in his ear, carding your fingers through his soft violet hair, “I love you too, Ran. More than I’ll ever be able to express in words alone.”

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The car rides were silent as Bonten made their way to the location you sent. The eight executives were the only ones going. Everyone in Bonten was surprised Mikey agreed, but maybe it was his way of showing respect for you. Whatever was left of it.

When they all get out of their cars and head into the lone parking lot between two different abandoned buildings, they spot you sitting on your vehicle’s hood, just fiddling with your phone. Your stance changes as soon as the group of men approaches you, getting up to stand on your feet, dressed in all black swat-like clothes. Ran notes that you may have a job soon after this. You only wore your outfits like that when out on non-secretive assignments.

They don’t expect a pistol immediately aimed at Mikey’s forehead, finger on the trigger as the silencer is merely a breath away from touching their boss’ skin.

When they all move to get their weapons out, you lift your left hand with a small device, a red light blinking, but no timer on it— yet. “Behave boys, or I’m blowing all of us up.” Sanzu growls at this, only making you smirk in triumph, especially as Mikey raises his hand to make them stand down.

“Good to know you still have your boys on a leash,” YN laughs amusedly, making some scoff while others stay silent.

“What the hell do you want?” Mochi demands, but YN ignores him.

“I want to talk to your boss, not his dogs, so stay the fuck out of this.”

“Then put the gun down,” Another demand from Takeomi.

“Sano, either you make them stop barking, or I’m killing them as soon as they open their mouth.”

Mikey looks at you, facial expression the same as always, even with a gun pointing to his head. “All of you: Shut up.” He hisses, knowing YN was not one to play around with. He was a first-hand witness to what she was capable of. He was your former boss, after all.

Seeing as no one else had anything to say, you click the gun’s safety, making them sweat like fools. How had they not realized the safety was on a few seconds ago? You meant business now, though, and they had no choice but to keep quiet or face Mikeys’s wrath or death by your hands.

“Let’s talk now, yeah?”

Your smile was sickenly sweet, and Ran’s not sure why, but he was getting a bad feeling.

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“You left me to die.”

“I know.”

“I know how you guys take care of traitors, fuck; I helped take care of them too, so why didn’t you kill me?”

Mikey is silent for a moment, noticing how small tears gather on your bottom lash line. He doesn’t comment on it, though, not even when you move the gun’s barrel away from his forehead. The gun hangs limply at your side as you wait. “... I don’t know.”

You laugh, “You would’ve saved yourself this trouble if you killed me then, y’know?”

“...”

“Tell me the fucking truth, Sano. Why send your petty dogs to leave me to die instead of sending Sanzu to finish me off with a bullet through my brain? If you don’t tell me in the next minute, you can say goodbye to one of your executives,” Again, you lift your arm, aiming the gun to Kakucho’s forehead.

Seconds go by until only ten seconds are left, your finger getting ready on the trigger.

“Sorry, Hitto. You should've known you were nothing but a tool for your boss,” The timer in your head continues until Mikey’s hand shoots up to grab the barrel of your gun.

“I did it for Ran.”

Silence.

Then laughter.

“Ran?” You laugh as you shake your head. “Try again.”

“I knew that he wouldn’t be the same if I killed you. I couldn’t have one of my best men down for the count. I was already losing you.”

“Ah… So again, it all goes back to you being selfish,” You sigh disappointedly, looking up and around unknowingly to Bonten, to a building where you knew someone was behind you. Since the meetup, your back faces them for the first time, but you’re laughing. “I was stupid thinking it was for another reason. That guy is right... I have grown soft. My mistake,” You shake your head as you stand there with your hands on your hips, “Stupid me… thinking I had found a family within you eight. I should've known better.”

What ‘guy’ were you talking about?

You’re smiling as you turn to face them again, but Ran can see how your bottom lip quivers.

“Any last words, Sano?”

All of Bonten are uneasy as they wait. They know that if they move even a centimeter, you would be on them, or worse, click the button on the explosive remote you have on your left hand. But they just can’t let you kill Mikey. They can’t.

Mikey shakes his head slightly as some blonde strands get in his eyes, a slight smile gracing his lips, “No. I had what I had to say.”

“I see.”

The silencer barrel is back on his forehead, Mikey looking you dead in the eye.

But before you even get to shoot, Mikey places his left hand over your right hand, which holds the gun.

His voice is quiet, almost too soft, but your well-trained ears hear it.

“I’m sorry, YN….”

And you falter.

Everything happened so fast after that, almost a blur.

You had the advantage.

You had a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity any other enemy affiliation could only wish they could get.

So how did it end up like this?

Why was there a bullet in Mikey’s shoulder instead of his forehead?

Why was it your blood and brains splattered on Mikey’s face and those around him?

“YN!” Ran cries out as your body falls forward, slumping and sliding down against Mikey, but before anyone can process what just happened, more bullets break out, and Mochi and Takeomi are grabbing Mikey to pull him to safety.

Ran wants nothing more than to run to you, but Rindou pulls him harshly by the arm, “We have to get out of here!”

“B-But–”

A bullet barely grazes his arm as Rindou pulls him further from your body. He can’t do anything but watch as they rush into their cars, watching as your body slowly disappears from his view.

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Ran was locked in his bedroom, sitting on his bed as he drank his nth cup of liquor. He figured if he couldn’t make the pain stop, he could at least drown them in alcohol to lessen it.

But then he sees your matching ring on his nightstand, and the glass cup in his hand is soon shattering against the mirror on his dresser. He’s a mess of emotions he can’t handle. How the hell was he supposed to take this?

He’s crawling on his bed, shakily picking up your matching ring, a sob bubbling in his throat. Your ring barely fits on his pinky finger, squeezing the skin uncomfortably as he closes his hand into a fist, his other hand covering the other as he holds his hands to his chest.

“YN…” He mumbles your name with a fresh stream of tears running down his face. Behavior like this would make him ashamed any other time, but he was hurting. He felt like his heart was breaking in more ways than one.

Is this how you felt when he turned his back to you? Was this all some sick karma?

“I’m sorry, Ran,” Rindou whispers, unable to look his brother in the eye as he takes out a tiny plastic ziplock from the inside pocket of his suit jacket. “This is all we could get back….”

In the bag lies your matching ruby ring, Ran’s knees buckling at the sight. “W-What? What do you mean all?”

Rindou, Kakucho, and Sanzu look at each other uncomfortably, unsure of what to say. Rindou especially doesn’t want to be the one to say it as it regarded his former soon-to-be sister-in-law. Kakucho only feels bile go up to his throat at the memory.

“What do you mean?! Fucking tell me!”

Sanzu awkwardly clears his throat, averting his eyes for a moment before looking at his distraught co-worker, “The fuckers who did this to us, to her, left a message for us.” Ran’s face is confused, but he waits quietly for Sanzu to continue. Rindou looks away as Sanzu pulls out a file Mochi and Takeomi put together. “This was all we could retrieve from the scene of her death.” Ran takes the file into his shaking hands, not liking how none of the three can look at him in the eye for too long.

Sanzu gets ready to leave the room but stops just short of the door, hands clenching into fists at his side. His scarred lips form into a scowl as he glares at his feet. “... We’ll find these fuckers, Haitani. We’ll make them pay.”

And with that, he leaves.

“I’m sorry, Ran….” Kakucho says quietly before leaving the room as well.

Dread fills Ran’s veins even before he opens the file. How bad can it be if Bonten’s number two and three didn’t want to see Ran’s reaction?

“You should… you should probably sit down, Ran,” Rindou advises, leading his brother to the couch with a hand on his back.

“Why can’t you just tell me what you found?” Ran’s voice is almost unknown to the younger Haitani. It was weak and full of nerves, something the older Haitani never exhibited.

“Just…” Rindou takes a deep breath, “... Just open it, Ran.”

Ran wishes he never asked.

The file falls to the floor as Ran chokes on his sobs, body curling into himself as his cries of pain fill the room.

“I’m sorry, Ran… I’m so sorry….” All Rindou can do is wrap his arms around his mourning brother, knowing he can’t do or say much in these troubling times but be there at least for moral support.

The papers in the file are scattered on the floor, but one picture, in particular, stands out.

It’s a picture of YN’s hand in a bloody puddle; the ruby stone on her ring finger cracked slightly. And that was just it. It was YN’s dismembered left hand, cut cleanly with enough skin to show the Bonten tattoo on the inside of her wrist.

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