#sorry for being inactive I had finals :P

[monarchee]

Leah my beloved

[melancholyhigh]

CRUSH CULTURE.

ft. college au!leon x reader

synopsis. you fuck up at being leon’s wingman, ruining his chances of getting a valentine’s day fuck. he’s frustrated and takes his anger out on you.

tags. 2.8k words. smut. mean!leon, lowk angsty, reader is kinda pathetic, angry fuck, dry humping, cunnilingus, dom!leon, rough sex, unprotected p in v, degradation, name calling (bitch, whore etc.), happy ending (?).

note. i’m sorry for being so inactive and rarely being online. school sucks so bad. i hope you guys can accept this as a formal apology. (let’s ignore that this is 2 days late.)

masterlist. reblogs & comments are highly welcomed :3

You aren’t the biggest fan of Valentine’s Day. You're sick of seeing everyone fall in love, watching lovers exchange cheesy gifts and bashful smiles. You’re sick of people pretending they love each other more than they actually do. No, you’re sick of being left out.

You were a hopeless romantic, chasing love only for it to fall flat. You were obsessed with finding your other half, the person who would cherish you as much as you treasured them. You didn’t know if you loved love or just the idea of it, but it wouldn’t matter.

You’re only hopeless as you help the man you liked hook up with someone at a shitty college party.

It’s pathetic, truly, chatting up some sorority girls and putting a good name out for Leon while he stood beside you. You didn’t get why he couldn’t do it himself. He was handsome, albeit a bit awkward, but so were you. It’s why you two got along anyway. Leon was watching as you tried to get the drunk girl’s attention on him. Throughout the night, your wingman skills had only failed. They either did not pay attention to you or paid too much attention to you.

You were sick of it. You would have preferred staying in your dorm room and rewatching one of your favourite rom-coms. But you were only a fool, trying to help your friend out. It hurt more being there with him as he lamely tried to pick up girls in front of you. You didn’t know what was more pathetic, his terrible jokes or the state you were, absolutely heartbroken that he wouldn’t give you the time of day he’d give to random girls.

Maybe it’s faith’s cruel way of commentating on your desire for love by making you play cupid for the only person you seem to care about more than yourself.

You and Leon had something special, or you had hoped so. You met in your first year of college. You were both fucking awkward that you had to initiate the first conversation. Majoring in similar subjects, you both had gotten along well. You would even say you were best friends, but you knew deep down you always wanted more.

Ever since you first met, you found him enthralling. It only got worse as you got closer. Learning more about him seemed to solidify your pining for him. You were the only person he talked to, and vice versa. You confided in each other, maybe more than what close friends should, so it was only inevitable that he would share with you that he wanted to lose his virginity.

You had looked at him perplexed. Leon was pretty attractive, and maybe you were biased, but how had no one fucked him? You’ve seen the way girls look at him, blushing when he even glances at them for a second.

That is when Leon told you he planned on trying to hook up with some girl at the party, and he wanted your help because he knew he would fuck up somehow. You had humoured him. Nothing more romantic than taking a random girl home on Valentine’s Day and fucking her brains out.

–-

“It’s not that serious, Leon,” you groaned for the umpteenth time. You were both walking back to his apartment after unsuccessfully trying to hook him up with some sorority girl. He was grumbling behind you, pissed and sexually frustrated.

“It was your fault.” You roll your eyes at his statement. When you reach the door of his flat, you observe as he clumsily takes his keys out, trying to open the door. He finally manages to open the door, and you enter, taking your shoes off before settling on his couch.

You watch him beyond amused at his predicament as he paces back and forth in front of you.

“Why did you have to mention that? They were so into me before you fucked it up,” he huffs, stilling his movement to glare at you.

“C’mon, Leon. I’m sure they couldn’t give a fuck that you’re a nerd,” you said, repeating the same word you had let slip when you were praising your beloved best friend. You peered back up at him, acting casual as if his icy gaze didn’t have your heart beating wildly against your chest. You rarely saw him angry, and when he was, he never directed it to you.

“You ruined my chances at finally getting laid. I don’t know how to talk to these girls. You’re the only person I have.” He’s frustrated with you for fucking up whatever chance he finally had at popping his cherry. Even though logically it’s not your fault nor your duty to get his dick wet, he didn’t want to take responsibility right now.

“I think you’re overreacting,” you sighed, standing up and moving towards him. You try to put a comforting hand on Leon’s shoulder, and he shrugs your touch off him. You don’t take it to heart. He’s a few inches taller than you, head slightly tilted as he looks down at you.

“Yeah? Well, now I have no one to fuck tonight.”

“I can change that,” you quip, and you instantly freeze at your own statement. You part your lips lightly in shock as you observe Leon’s reaction. It was a freudian slip, and it seemed to be happening more often than you’d like.

He continues looking down at you with furrowed brows as he tries to comprehend what you said. He thinks this might affect your friendship if you even mean what you said. He was horny, being teased all night by pretty girls in skimpy dresses, only to be denied, fucking furious too.

“Really?” He responds, somehow stepping closer to you. His eyes flicker down to your lips, and you try to back up, only to be pushed against the wall by him. His stare is still cold, piercing through you. He’s still pissed at you.

“Are you still mad?” You mumbled, your back flat against the wall of his living room. You knew the answer. You just wanted him to say it. Maybe you found his mean side more attractive than you’d like to admit. It was so rare to see him like this — a usually composed man so broken.

“Yes, I’m still fucking angry. Do you want me or not?” He seethes. You squeeze your thighs together at the tone he uses. You were so pathetic, getting wet at him berating you, but any attention was good attention.

He notices your reaction, grinning to himself. “You backing down?”

You shake your head no in response.

“Beg for it then. Beg for me to fuck you. That’s what you want, right?” He says, mocking you. It’s as if he knows how deep your desire burns for him, how badly you’d do anything for him if it meant he noticed you. His hands grasp your face, his fingers squishing your cheeks together as he forces your head back against the wall so you look up at him.

“Please, Leon. Fuck me. ‘M all yours.” You plead through pursed lips. Your eyes are glossy, and he’s laughing at your desperate nature. He would have never expected his best friend to be a whiny mess within his grasp.

He lets go of your face before leaning down, capturing your lips into his for a needy kiss. Your eyes flutter shut, and a surprised gasp escapes you. Teeth clashing, you’re whimpering desperately against his lips as you entangle your fingers into his soft golden locks. His hands trail down to your hips, gripping them as he moves his body against yours.

You let out a soft moan, and he pulled apart from the passionate kiss. Both your lips are swollen and covered with your shared saliva. He continues to grope your body eagerly as he pushes you further into the wall. “Shut up. I don’t want to hear you.”

Biting your lip, you try not to let any moans slip free while he toys with your sensitive body through your clothes. He hooks one of your legs over his hip while he explores your body. He grinds his hardening cock against your crotch, and the action does little to quell the ache inside you.

Your back arches off the wall, your head tipping back as you try to buck your hips to his. Digging your nails into his shirt, he hisses slightly, but your movements don’t get past him.

“So fucking desperate,” he moans loudly.

He continues to rock his clothed erection against your cunt. The rough fabric of your pants provides enough friction through your damp underwear to your clit. Your hand clamps around your mouth shut, suppressing your whines as you near your climax.

Leon’s eyes close while he groans lowly at the pleasure coursing through him as he ruts against you. He wants so badly to feel your dripping cunt against his throbbing length. Just as you’re about to finish, he pulls away, panting, and the feeling in your core dissipates.

“I want to fuck you properly.” You’re unsure if he knew what he had just done, but with the smug look he’s giving you, you’re positive it’s on purpose.

You push yourself off the wall of his living room, and with trembling legs, you follow him to his bedroom. You were familiar with the area and used to the messy appearance while you two were either doing work or binging shows. But it’s different now, he’s going to fuck you dumb in it.

You both begin to rid yourself of your clothes once you’re inside. You’re fully nude, lying flat on Leon’s mattress, and your skin feels tacky with sweat as it clings to his soft sheets. Leon is only in his boxers, precum staining the fabric, as his strong palms spread your bent legs apart to admire your bare pussy.

You realise that this is most likely his first time seeing one other than in porn videos he jerks himself off to. He marvels at how wet you are, your folds glistening with your slick. Leaning down, he buries his face between your thighs, lapping at you.

His tongue teases your entrance before slowly moving to your clit. He alternates between sucking on your sensitive nub and lapping at it slowly. He looks like he’s concentrated as he focuses on pleasing your cunt, his brows furrowed and his nails digging into the flesh of your thighs.

You can’t help the moans and sighs that slip past your lips while he eats you out. The pleasure is nearly dizzying as you grip the sheets. Your hips are bucking against his tongue, and Leon groans as you use his face. He’s not so subtly grinding against the sheets, his cock painfully hard as he fails to relieve the sensation.

Tentatively, he slurps at you, drinking in your essence. The wet, sloppy noises your cunt makes are embarrassing, but he’s obsessed with it and your taste. It’s addictive. He sucks at your clit roughly, adoring the reaction you give him. Your tummy clenches as he pays attention to your throbbing bud. Your sounds are getting more frequent as your orgasm quickly approaches you.

When you finally come undone, your thighs are quivering around his head as he revels in your release. He parts from your cunt, his lips coated in your cum like lip gloss as he licks them clean. Trying to collect yourself, your chest heaves as you pant heavily.

Leon slips his boxers down, revealing his hard-on. His cock was flushed red and dripping with precum as he stroked it. It was average in length but quite thick and prettier than you had imagined. But you shouldn’t act surprised.

You let out a whimper when he slid the tip of his cock through your folds stained with your cum and his saliva. Your pussy was overstimulated, spasming as he teased your entrance with his head.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he groans, gripping your hip to steady himself. The heat of your cunt was welcoming as it tried to suck him inside you. His tip touches your overly sensitive clit. He was quickly losing his composure, desperate to fuck you open.

You both moan simultaneously when he fully enters his length inside of you. Your walls were sucking his cock deeping into you, filling you up to the brim with nothing but him.

You had not imagined your first time with Leon like this. You daydreamed of him taking you out on a cute date before undressing you and then fucking you slowly on a bed littered with rose petals. You did not anticipate that he’d split you open on his cock as a last resort taking his sexual frustration out on you. You can’t complain with how good he’s fucking you, even if it’s out of spite.

He begins thrusting his cock in and out of tight pussy, groaning. You feel each ridge and vein of his cock as he fucks the shape into you. You sometimes forget how well-built he is, usually concealed by his clothes, sweat dripping down his muscular frame.

“Your cock feels so fuckin’ good, Leon,” you gasped out loud, your nails digging into his biceps as he stretched you out of his fat cock.

“This was your plan, huh? You wanted me to fuck you, whore.” He says as he punctuates each word with a thrust.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the tip of his cock presses against you deliciously. You did want him all to yourself, but you wouldn’t go as far as to sabotage him. You’re unable to answer him, too drunk on his cock bullying into that one spot inside of you.

“Answer me, bitch.” He huffs, gripping your jaw and positioning your face to his. He looks into your eyes only to note how they can barely stay open. His hips stutter at your fucked out expression. He was so fucking close, his abs flexing, only holding out so you can cum first.

“Y- Yeah, Leon. Want to you all for myself,” you stammer incoherently, tears collecting at your waterline as he pounds into your oversensitive cunt. Your walls grip around his cock sporadically as you near your climax.

“You like me too, then?” he mocks through clenched teeth. Your pussy hugs him tightly, and he thinks he might never want to leave your warm embrace.

“I’m so close,” you cry out, your body squirming in his hold. Your peak was rapidly approaching as he continued his assault on your pussy.

“Answer the question then you can come,” he whines, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, leaving marks as he nears his peak.

“Mhm! Yes, I’ve always fucking liked you, Leon.” You cried out, eager to expose all your secrets to him if it meant you came. As you climax, your pussy milks Leon’s cock as it gushes around him.

“Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum,” Leon moans, his voice breathy as his orgasm crashes after yours. He doesn’t know if it’s the weight of your confession or the whimpers that escape your throat that send butterflies in him as he spills into you. He kisses you one last time, moaning into you as he rides his high.

Pulling out, he collapses right next to you. You’re both panting, covered in cum and sweat. A wave of exhaustion overcomes you, and you hope he doesn’t bring up what you said amidst fucking. You’re content pretending it didn’t happen if it meant you wouldn’t get to face your fears.

“Thank you for uh,” Leon trails off, and it's like a switch flipped. He’s bashful at mentioning that he had just lost his virginity as if he wasn’t calling you a whore a few minutes ago. Turning to his side, you come nearly face-to-face with him once again.

“Mhm, you’re welcome, I think.” You’re still unsure how you feel about the situation. Finally, you had fucked him, but what significance did it hold to him? Your eyes flutter shut, sleep finally overcoming your wrecked body. You expected the same would happen to Leon, but you were wrong. Leon was in deep thought.

Leon calls your name, cutting your sleep short. You snap your eyes open, sitting up, you await his question with your arms crossed. He looked uneasy, but you’re too drained to question why.

“Did you mean what you said? That you liked me.” His voice is quiet as he gazes at your form.

“Uh, yeah,” you mumbled in response. What was even the point of lying anymore? His cum was dripping between your thighs. What is the worst he can do? You think you can already guess his response. Guilt was eating at you. He wouldn’t be in this position if you did what he wanted. You added, “Sorry for fucking up your night.”

It’s quiet, and you’re nervously trying to gauge his reaction until he breaks the silence.

“I think I found someone better,” he responds. You laugh at the mere absurdity of the entire situation.

“It took fucking me to find that out?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

[nxiispire]

|･ω･`)ﾉ a/n : sorry for being inactive for so long, but I wrote this short drabble cause i luv albedo <3

✰ Sub!Albedo x Reader .. ! (n.sfw)

cw : gn!reader, crossdressing (male), body worship, voyeurism, not beta read lol

After waiting for what seemed like forever, Albedo finally emerged from the bathroom. He was the one who suggested the idea, admitting he had fantasised about it for awhile, but god did you revel in the sight of your boyfriend wearing a cute little white skirt, paired with thigh high socks.

His gaze was set on the floor as he fiddled with his fingers awkwardly, he was obviously insecure and you were having none of it. You were going to make this man feel beautiful tonight.

“c’mere baby” you ushered him over, sitting at the end of the bed. He made his way over to you, still never once looking you in the eye. As soon as he got within arms length you pulled him in by hips, positioning him so he was now standing between your legs.

“You look so pretty bedo, god I could just eat you up”

“Look at yourself baby” you softly whisper into his ear, but you grasp on his head, keeping it facing the mirror, was anything but soft. You were flush behind him, using your legs to keep his spread as you reach around to jerk his needy length.

Situated right in front of a big mirror, Albedo was forced to watch as he lost himself in pleasure, all of a sudden aware of the way he bucked his hips into your hand, and the way he was now had drool running down his chin. He was beyond embarrassed, but all the shame just went straight to his cock, the excessive precum making a lewd slick sound fill the room.

As you make him look at himself in the mirror you lean in close to his ear again,

“Your so pretty bedo, look at you, aren’t you so pretty?”. His whimpers and moans only got louder, but he didn’t any your question.

“you gotta answer me Albedo, cmon tell me how pretty you are for me” you repeated, stopping to squeeze the base of his cock for a couple of seconds as a soft warning.

“I’m -fuuck! I’m am p-pretty, aAahh~ i’m prettyy jus for you!” he moaned out, struggling to form a coherent response.

“such good boy, you can cum for me now, cmon” And with a high pitched squeal, he did just that, spurting his cum all over his chest and bunched up shirt.

[ragnviindrz]

I like your writing so much. Can I request a yandere!Kaveh x f!reader but its somnophilia and when reader wakes up he doesn't stop and keep non-conning her? Sorry if its sounds hard to understand, English isn't my first language.

I understand if you're uncomfy to write!

did you sleep well? // kaveh x f! reader

info: ever since you moved in with your cousin alhaitham, kaveh's had his eyes on you... but you seem to be oblivious to his advances and he takes you whilst youre a sleep instead.

this content includes: NONCON, somnophilia (unconscious people dont want tea), unprotected sex, piv, creampie, dacryphilia, spanking ig, p*rn without plot, drugging, panty stealing, hes cooch drunk, overstim (both parties), multiple orgasms

note: ive been CRAVING for kaveh stuff now, ever since ive started trying to build him and baizhu. tumblr stop flagging my posts pls :(

tysm for requesting, im glad you like my writing and ur english is perfect dont worry! <3

two more works coming in soon, sorry for inactivity as i'm so busy.

Ever since you moved in with Alhaitham, being introduced as his cousin (with Kaveh being surprised because how can you be related to him?!?), he's always had his eyes on you.

He cannot help but jerk his dick whilst imagining it was your hand. You were just so pretty. He's even stolen some of your panties from the wash, using it to jerk his cock off and having to shove it deep in the bag to stop anyone from seeing the thick gooey liquid on it. Hell, he's even taken on the laundry much to Alhaitham's surprise.

Today, he insisted on making dinner - which the scribe wasn't too bothered on, as he just nodded and went back to his own thing.

Little did the two of you know, Kaveh had slipped something in your food - a drug that'll help you fall asleep so he can do whatever he wants.

That's how he's in this position right now, his face buried between your legs as he flicked his tongue on your clit. You were wet, and let out tired moans and whimpers. You've already came twice, but he hasn't stopped yet.

Unconsciously, your hips bucked to meet his face - more reason why he thinks you're enjoying it. His trousers were tight, his erection wanting to be free. God, he was so hard already. Letting out groans of satisfaction as he dived in your wet slit, he unzipped his pants finally allowing his hard cock be free.

He wrapped his hands around it, jerking it slowly as he ate you out. For the third time, you squirted all over his face. He thought the sight was absolutely stunning, his mouth and face dripping with your juices as he came on your sheets. He'd have to clean that up later.

Kaveh wiped his mouth, and kissed you deeply, shoving his tongue in your mouth as he aimed his erect cock against your wet folds and slid in. He let out groans in the kiss, as he came once again - this time deep inside your pussy.

This doesn't stop him, of course - as he slowly thrust in and out of your wet folds. It was easy, since he had prepped you before.

He pulled away from the passionate kiss, a string of saliva connecting the two of you before it snapped. His thrusts got faster, as you start to stir - though he hasn't noticed yet.

Slowly, you opened your eyes - feeling filled up and extremely sore. Your pussy unexpectedly clenched around his cock, squirting once again. Looking up, you saw your cousin's roomate - seemingly deranged and absoloutely out of it.

"Kaveh.. What are y— Ah!~" Your sentence was abruptly stopped as he thrust inside, hitting a sweet spot.

"Shh... F*ck. That dose wasn't enough to knock you out. Whatever. This is better when you're awake anyways." He grabbed onto your arm, holding it against the bed as he practically pounded into you like a madman.

"Kaveh.. Stop~!" You groaned out when he hit that sweet spot inside you. He seemed to take notice of it, and continued his never ending pouding. Some of his cum, from the previous load has been bulldozed out of your tight pussy.

"You feel so good.. I can't... Please cum with me.." He whispers in your ears, placing a wet kiss on your cheek. He kept hitting that spot, making your eyes roll back. His thrusts, although sloppier - still made you feel good. He removed one of his hand from holding your arm, and started to rub your clit in a circle.

Clenching around his cock even more, making him almost unable to pull out as he let out gasps. He watches your tears, biting his lips and his thrust got even more sloppier.

After three more consecutive pounding, you two came together. Clenching hard against his hard dick, he finished inside you again. He teared up from the overstimulation, but he kept himself buried inside your wet pussy.

He hoped that his seed would take...

[softestqueeen]

like the movies

pairing: mads mikkelsen x actress!reader

summary: While attending the premiere of your new movie “The Hunt” with your co-worker and good friend Mads Mikkelsen, you get a little bit emotional. After Mads comforts you, he offers to bring you home. Once at your room, things develop quite different than you imagined..

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! smut, unprotected p in v sex (please guys – don’t be silly, wrap your willy), mutual masturbating, fingering (f receiving), handjob (m receiving), cumming in pants, breeding kink (sorry not sorry), mention of pubic hair

wordcount: 3480 words

a/n: I literally promised to write this for my best friend last year in september.💀 but now i finally had the time to write it. i plan on being a lot more active in the future, as I have been quite inactive in the past. now: enjoy <3

disclaimer: there is a link to the dress i image the reader wearing, the person wearing it is like 2000s cocaine thin, so if you don’t want to ruin the fantasy (because truthfully i don’t look like that either) i suggest you don’t open it and just imagine something that really fits your style and body <3

Finally, after more than two years of filming, the premiere of your new movie “The Hunt” is only a few minutes away. After getting ready in your hotel room, you got into a limo with some of the other actresses that starred in the movie. You were so excited, because this was not just any premiere, you new movie would be premiering at the Cannes Film Festival in France.

Looking out the tinted window of the limousine, you could already see the red carpet and the endless paparazzi that were lining it. You took a deep breath as the car came to a halt and the door opened. One after the other your colleagues trickled out and onto the red carpet before it was your turn.

You would never get used to the feeling of standing on a red carpet. The way that the paparazzi and fans were screaming your name, fighting for your attention, wanting the perfect picture of you in your fancy outfit. The different poses, the group pictures, and the interviews along the way to the first ever screening of a new film.

Like every time, this all passed by like a blur. You were glad that it was over, but also a bit sad about it. For now, you would enjoy the film though. After all you worked hard on it, not just as an actress, but for the first time also as a director, which made this premiere even more special – if that was even possible.

Most of your colleagues had finished their walks on the red carpet now as well and were led to their seats. You knew that a lot of people didn’t actually go and watch the movie, but you loved to see the finished product on the big screen.

Getting settled with your popcorn, you suddenly feel someone sitting down next to you. Turning to face them, a smile instantly found it’s way onto your face when you saw that it was your colleague – and good friend – Mads Mikkelsen. Excitement filled you, because you knew that he normally went out to eat before the after- show party, which is why he would have missed the first screening.

The two of you exchanged short small talk about the premiere so far before the lights dimmed and the film started. Of course, you knew what was happening, but seeing the final cut and the whole story pieced together was amazing.

It was over way too soon and at the end you even got a little bit emotional. Partially because of the film – even though a lot of people would say it is ridiculous to shed a tear at this film – and also because it was now over. For such a long time you worked so hard on this film and now it is completed.

Hearing a sniffle next to him, Mads turned around to look at you. He quickly pulled a handkerchief out of his suit jacket before asking you. “Are you alright, darling?”

The pet name made your heart rate pick up as you mutter a quiet ‘thanks’ while accepting the tissue. You leaned your head back and tried to dab the tears away without ruining your make up while Mads was still turned towards you, now with a worried expression on his face.

After collecting yourself for a moment, you turned to look at him again. “I’m all right, just a little emotional that’s all. We’ve worked so hard for this and now it’s over. I will miss the time on set.” You told him, while trying not to cry again, which surprisingly worked. He still didn’t look completely convinced but accepted your answer. For now.

The lights were now turned back on and Mads stood up, holding out his hand to you. You gladly accepted it and the two of you excited the cinema and made your way to the actual highlight of the evening: the after-show party.

“Have I already told you that you are an absolute beauty today?”, he asked while you walked, your arm still linked with his.

You turned your head and tried to hide the blush that was creeping up your cheeks at the actors’ words.

“No, you haven’t. But I also didn’t tell you that you look quite handsome in your suit as well,” you told him cheekily. Now that you were thinking about it, the two of you looked quite well together. Your chestnut brown dress complimented his dark grey suit very nicely. His tie even had a similar colour to your dress.

The two of you smiled at each other and braced yourself for the paparazzi you knew were waiting in front of the club the after-show party would be held at. You didn’t know if you should remove your hand as to not paint the wrong picture for the public but Mads seemed unbothered by the fact that you looked like a couple and you decided that you were too.

So, you entered the club arm in arm, the flashes behind you momentarily lighting up the entrance. After getting drinks the two of you slowly drifted to different corners of the party. You were hanging around with your friends while he was hanging around with his. And still you could often feel a pair of eyes on you and when you turned around it were always Mads eyes that caught yours.

This happened a few times and the longer the party went on – and the more drinks you had – the riskier you got. Sometimes you shot him a wink or held eye contact with him while dancing or whispering into one of your friends’ ears.

It was safe to say that you could now both feel the tension that is starting to form between you.

Throughout the evening this tension developed into something you hadn’t really felt in a long time: comfort.

No matter where you turned you knew he was there with that easy smile on his lips. And in a way his presence calmed your nerves like nothing else. Your earlier disappointment about the film slowly started to transform too.

And so, the only possible thing you could do was talk to him again. For a moment you thought he may have gone without you, as you turned but could not see him.

Thank God, you saw him emerging the bathroom just a moment later. You excused yourself from your current conversation with a director whose name you couldn’t recall anymore and approached Mads before he could slip away again.

Before you could say anything, Mads grabbed your hand and pulled you back into the area of the bathrooms, which was a bit more secluded and quieter. A lot less people were crowding the space, only the occasional person emerging from the bathrooms.

“Are you feeling better now, darling?”, he asks you, leaning closer to you, even though it was not necessary. At the sudden closeness and his repeated use of the pet name, you could feel your heart rate picking up.

“Yes, I am, thanks for asking,” you answered him before adding, “It’s getting kinda late though, so I’ll probably catch a taxi and head home now.”

“I was actually about to head back to the hotel soon, how about we share a taxi? Cheaper you know.” He adds the last sentence with a lazy smirk and a wink.

“Sounds good to me,” you flirted back.

When you went to turn to the entrance you noticed that you were still holding his hand. Tightening your grip on him you now fully turned and started guiding the two of you out of the night club.

Once outside, you could feel a shiver running down your spine at the crisp night air, though it could also be caused by the long skin contact with your quite handsome colleague.

Ever the gentleman, Mads noticed and quickly rid himself of his suit jacket and laid it over your bare shoulders. You thanked him with a slight blush that got even deeper when he put his arm around you and rested his hand respectfully on your waist.

With you in his arm he waved over a taxi, opened the car door for you and helped you inside, as he noticed your trouble from the light intoxication and high heels. He gave the driver the address of your hotel, which thankfully was not too far away from the venue.

Even though the two of you didn’t talk during the drive, you could both feel the sexual tension between you. It genuinely surprised you as you hadn’t thought about Mads this way before. Of course, he’s handsome but to you he was only a good friend.

But now that you were looking at him, his face illuminated only by the warm light of the French streetlamps, you had to admit that he was really good looking.

His face an even mix between sharp edges and soft rounds, his dark chocolate eyes almost black, strands of his salt and pepper hair falling into his forehead, unintentionally though it looks like it had been styled like this for hours. And his body, now that he had shed his jacket you could see the muscle straining his shirt by his arms and chest – those buttons were fighting for their life when he moved his arms – his suit trousers hugging his thighs so well. And those hands, slightly veiny, long fingers, you wondered what he could do with-

Suddenly the car came to a halt, and you stopped your anything but appropriate thoughts. Before you could even reach into your purse, Mads had already paid the driver and opened the door, offering you his hand once more after he climbed out himself.

Gladly you excepted his hand and let him pull you out of the car, after you wished the driver a good night. Mads’ arm found it’s way back around you, this time coming to rest at the small of your back.

The two of you entered the hotel, got your key cards, and then went into an elevator. On the ride up you could feel the heat from his hand – that was still nestled against your lower back – slowly spreading into the rest of your body.

Slowly you could also feel the heat setting root in your core and wetness pooling in your panties.

You were sure that Mads could also feel the tension and hot sparks that were flying between you.

A quiet ding brought you back into reality.

Though your rooms were on the same floor, yours was on the left while his room was to the right. However, you made no move towards it and let Mads hand guide you to his room. Both of you were aware of how this was going to play out.

At the thought of how this night would end you could feel your heartrate picking up again and your anticipation growing.

Mads held the key card against the door before opening it and guiding you inside. He closed it behind him, his hand momentarily leaving its place on your back.

He locked the door before turning to you again, a smile spreading on both of your faces.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better now,” he told you while making a few steps towards you.

“Well, I met this really handsome guy who showed me some kindness and made me feel a lot better,” you answered, deciding to play his game.

“Oh, did you really? And he was handsome, you say? Hmm... who could that have been?” he questioned teasingly, now standing directly in front of you.

Instead of answering him, you leaned forward and connected your lips before wrapping your hand around his neck. He immediately melted into the kiss and rested his hands on your hips.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to get heated, his tongue demanding entrance into your mouth. He swallowed your moans as he started to explore your mouth with his tongue, his hands starting to wander over your body. His hands on your body felt incredible, how they wandered over your hips, to your waist, to your shoulders where you could finally feel his hands against your bare skin and then back downwards again.

Slowly you started to move the two of you closer to the bed. Kicking off your high heels while Mads pushed his jacket from your shoulders, exposing your arms and back to him, you were now only wearing your dress. His lips left yours and started to wander down your throat, his hands now on your waist pulling your body flush to his.

You let your head fall back, giving him more space to kiss. While he was busy with your neck you loosened his tie and started to unbutton his shirt. After opening the first few buttons with slightly shaky hands you let your hand glide over the now exposed skin, Mads hands on your hips tightening at the action.

Opening the button on his trouser, you pulled his shirt free and opened it up completely. As if in a hurry you clumsily pushed it off his shoulders. Mads momentarily broke the kiss to rid himself of his shirt and trousers, only his boxers remaining.

He immediately connected his lips with yours again, his hands wandering to the zip on your back, slowly, almost teasingly, pulling it down and exposing more of your skin inch by inch. His hands left your body, to pull down the straps of your dress.

Now that nothing was holding it up anymore, it fell from your body and pooled around your legs, your body now completely exposed to his eyes.

With still closed eyes he pulled away from your lips, only opening them again to eye your body, his eyes full of lust. The only piece of clothing that remained on your frame was your small slip.

Making eye contact with him, you slowly hooked your fingers into it, slowly pulling down your panties, exposing your glistening cunt to his eyes.

He grabbed a hold of your hips again and pushed you back onto the bed, chasing your body with his, never leaving too much space between you. He laid down on top of you, the only thing that were still separating you were his boxes.

While you start kissing him again, one of your hands starts teasing the waistline of his pants. With an impatient grunt from his side and a chuckle – both muffled by your mouths moving against each other – your hands slides underneath and grabs a hold of his hard cock.

Mads hands – that were resting on either side of your head – almost gave in ant the feeling of you finally stroking his aching dick. His kiss grows more heated as his hand wanders towards your core, returning the favour.

You let out a long moan as you felt his veiny hand making contact with your wet pussy. With ease he slides through your folds, collecting the wetness from your hole and spreading it over your clit, then repeating the process. Speeding up your strokes, he started to exclusively circle your clit, making you writhe beneath him.

He breaks the kiss before pressing his forehead against yours.

“You’re driving me insane. I’m so close from you just touching me.”, he whispers against your lips before moving his face into the crook of your neck. You could feel him starting to thrust into your hand, urging you to stroke him faster.

“I’m close too.”, you pant into his ear that is now directly next to your lips. You turn your head an d start planting light kisses against his temple while speeding up your strokes. Bucking your hips into his hand when he too becomes quicker, you can feel your high being only seconds away.

“I’m gonna cum!”, you say breathlessly before getting lost in your orgasm. You can feel Mads breath against your neck – erratic and heavy – as he releases into your hand, ruining his boxers in the process. The moans of your name while he came were the thing that triggered your own release, your body starting to convulse. Now his name was falling from your lips, your voice shaky from pleasure.

Slowly you both halt your movements and start to catch your breath. You pull your hand from his boxers, pulling the soft fabric down his thighs. He gets the hint and stands up, granting you an incredible view of his toned body as he rids himself of his now stained underwear.

He made eye contact with you while pulling the fabric down his legs, an easy smile appearing on his lips as he saw you pressing your thighs together.

Mads joined you on the bed, his body covering yours again. Instead of staying like this, he leans back to sit on his haunches, his cock now standing tall against his stomach, almost meeting the belly button with his tip. He hooks his fingers into the sides of your underwear, slowly pulling them down your legs, torturing not just you but himself too.  

Throwing the now useless piece of fabric to the side, he used both of his hands to spread your legs, just looking at your glistening cunt. You could see the hunger, the longing in his eyes.

“Fuck, that pussy is so pretty. If I wasn’t so impatient, I’d taste you now. But the nights still young,” he mutters, almost just to himself. You could feel yourself getting impatient, but before you could complain he leans over you again, one hand next to your head, the other one still spreading your legs.

He moves it now to grip his leaking cock, his cum the perfect lube. Gently, he runs the head of his cock through your folds, circling your clit. Once he feels he toyed with you enough, he moves to your entrance, slowly pushing the head of his cock inside of your hole.

Both of you let out a sigh of relief as Mads sinks inside of you. Leaving his cock now, his hand finds a place at your hip, rubbing gentle circles on your skin as he fully sinks inside of you.

Once Mads bottoms out, you feel like he’s in your stomach, his thick length creating a slight bulge at the front of your lower stomach. He leaves you a moment to adjust before he starts to move inside of you.

Slowly, he lets his cock sink inside of your tight hole before pulling out again, setting a slow pace for the both of you.

Not being able to handle his torturous strokes, you wrap your legs around his slim waist, pulling him closer to you, your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

With every thrust you could feel him getting closer to your g-spot, his cock so deliciously deep inside you.

Now that you were thinking about it – though you weren’t thinking about much in that moment – he was the biggest (and best) you ever had. The way his veins dragged along your slick walls, his tip now hitting that gummy spot inside of you, the hair atop his cock stimulating your clit with every thrust.

It was truly magical.

“This is so much better than I imagined it, love. Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock. Fuck, so tight,” he groans into your ear, his hips speeding up their movements.

Your pulse quickened and you let out a moan at the thought of him imagining this over and over in his head. That thought almost brought you to your second high that night.

Mads was now repeatedly hitting your g-spot, moans now slipping freely from between your lips.

“Fuck Mads, I’m so close,” you pant into his ear, your nails slowly digging into his muscular shoulders.

“Me too, love, me too. Come with me. I want to feel that tight pussy squeezing me, milking me. Cum for me,” he almost demands before starting to relentlessly pound into you, tipping both of you over the edge.

He came with a shout of your name, filling you up with his thick cum while you were pulsing around him, gripping him even tighter. His head went into the crook of your neck as you both calmed down and evened out your breathing.

You unwrapped your legs from his hips, your hands drawing mindless shapes onto his back.

Once you had both calmed down a bit, he pulled out and went to the bathroom to get a towel. He gently cleaned you, before cleaning himself, dressing you in one of his boxers, before laying down next to you.

He engulfed you in his thick arms, your back flush to his chest, his nose burring itself in your hair.

“I think we should do this more often,” you told him before drifting off and his deep chuckle was the last thing you heard.

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[b-pxle]

sorry for being inactive i have been hiding from everything in my life since my bday. had a bad breakdown where i realised i am wasting my life and have had a bad relapse with b/p and am drinking a lot

changes will come soon i just need to finish this bottle of vodka😅 and i’ve gotten through all the food that was here for my bday so can get back into starving again

also the man of my dreams is finally gonna come see me after 6 years at the end of this month so i have to be smaller for that. that is my next goal

[star-whores-a-new-hoe]

Kinktober Day One// Qui Gon Jinn X Reader

Day one prompt: 69 // Dirty Talk Qui gon Jinn X Reader

Warnings: AFAB Reader (no pronouns used), P in V sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kiddos), creampie,Teasing, Dirty talk (obviously), Bad Grammar, Bad writing

Word Count: 750

DID YOU MISS ME BITCHES?! We are back and doing kinktober for the first time! I am sorry for being so inactive, but I finally have my life together enough to write again (seriously I just had like the biggest mental block ANYWAYS) I’m following the prompt list from @the-purity-pen​ and will be doing my best to post daily but no promises! Thank you for your patience and support while I got my groove back I love you all! 

His breath fans hot against your neck, his sweat-slicked skin pressed against your back and the weight of his hard and heavy cock trapped between your bodies makes your head go dizzy with need. His touch leaves a trail of goosebumps in it’s wake and you can’t help but close your eyes, at peace in his arms. 

“Now, Now my sweet one, you can’t be done yet?” He coos in that low rumbling voice of his. His words oh so mocking but his voice ever so sweet. Through the lusty fog of your mind you feel yourself lazily shake your head, letting your neck loll back onto Qui Gon’s shoulder. You fell the vibrations of his chuckle against your back and he presses a kiss to the crook of your exposed neck. “Good. I hate to think I’ve worn you out already?” 

You wanted to make some kind of sarcastic quip, to tease about how of course your not tired after the two previous orgasms Qui Gon had rung from your body, but it seems all the snark has left you, replaced with overwhelming desire for him. For now, you just take Qui gon’s large, calloused hands in yours and drag them up your body, over your thighs, across your stomach, and up to squeeze your breasts. You let out a soft whimper as his thumbs graze your nipples, letting your own hands fall back down now that he’s got the message. 

“It’s all right my little Star, I’ll give you what you need.” One hand leaves your chest to settle on your hip, gently nudging you lay on your back. Qui Gon slots himself between your spread thighs, his arms cadging around your head and his long hair falling like a curtain around you, shutting out the outside world and all of her problems. 

“You always look so gorgeous like this,” He whispers, his fingers trailing down your cheek ever so softly, and your eyes flutter shut under his intense stare. “Legs spread for me, dripping onto the sheets and barely able to string together a sentence.” you feel your face heat even more at his dirty words. 

“Qui Gon,” You whine, snaking a hand down between your bodies to grasp his thick, aching cock. “Please.” You load the word with all the longing and passion you have inside of you, hoping that by some fancy Jedi miracle he could sense it and give into your need. 

“Alright.” He sighs, tilting your chin up to him and pressing the upmost softest kiss to your lips as he helps you guide his cock into your aching heat. “Oh Maker,” he sighs against your lips. “You feel exquisite.” 

His hand travels down across your body, fingertips tracing over every inch of you before coming to rest on your hip. His strong grasp helps you set a rhythm, pulling your hips against his. “That's it, just like that.” It’s remarkable how all it takes are his words, the cadence of his voice and suddenly you’re putty in his hands, nothing inside you but that slowly building fire of pleasure in your gut that Qui Gon strokes with every stroke of his cock.

“More,” You beg, clawing his back, pulling him closer as he slowly grinds into you. 

“More? My, where have your manners gone?” 

“Please!” You practically cry. With a satisfied smile, Qui Gon’s thrusts speed up, his rough, calloused fingers coming down to rub gentle circles in your clit. That fire of pleasure burns within you, building up and up until you feel like it will consume you. 

“What’s wrong my little star, are you getting close?” You nod frantically and his ministrations on your clit speed up. He leans closer to whisper right in your ear, his smooth easy voice like a drug. “Then be good and come for me.” 

All it takes is his words and suddenly white-hot pleasure engulfs you, your body clenches around him, arching up into him and you cry out in ecstasy. “That's it,” He says again, working you through your orgasm until you push his hand off of your clit. 

“Where do you want me, darling?” He asks, breathless, a flush creeping up his face and neck. 

“Inside!” You beg, holding him tighter. With a few rough thrusts and a final sigh, Qui Gon fills you up with his seed. 

You place a peck on his freckled shoulder as you both catch your breathes. “Thank you, Qui Gon.” You say with a sleepy satisfied smile.

“Anything for you, my little star.” He says before giving you another loving kiss.

Tag list (Note: I am using my regular taglist as of right now, if you dont want to be tagged let me know I may make a separate kinktober tag list!) @rentskenobi @mysteryofkokoro @highpriestessrebek @sarapixieelliott08 @princessxkenobi @dexthtoyounglings @book-hoardingdragon​ @cosmic-rich​ @laserbrains @hugmekenobi @penfullofwordsaheadfullofstories @obiknights​

[mazthemeh22]

Old Art Part 2 (May 2022-Dec 2022)

Here's all my old art, originally posted to Twitter, with their original descriptions! (Some pieces are grouped to save space. Newer posts are first to keep original order. Links to tags and ppl are removed. Find this post via the hashtag #MazOldArt)

12:26 PM · Dec 31, 2022 //Finished a commission for a friend-of-a-friend's birthday, featuring Scaramouche and their adorable dog. This was only a special one-off request, but in the future I hope to open comms to all! Happy Birthday!! 🐶🎂✨#digitalart #DigitalArtist #GenshinImpact//

3:14 AM · Dec 23, 2022 //Asked a friend what I should doodle, and they suggested an edgy-looking crow. Time: 1h 30 mins. #Bird #digitalart//

12:42 PM · Dec 21, 2022 //A little while ago I was asked to animate the cigar on the St Bernard emote I drew a few months back for a friends Twitch. I think it turned out pretty well considering i'm not used to animating! ^^ #animation #dog #animated / (Twitter butchered the quality but it looks way better on stream ^^)//

5:23 PM · Dec 20, 2022 //Sorry for being inactive for so long, no reason other than art block/lack of motivation. Not sure how much I plan to post going forward, so if I'm gone for a while again.. have a wonderful [insert time]! Thanks to yall who've stuck around! Have a doughnut!//

8:39 AM · Aug 27, 2022 //Also, I forgot to post the fox we did over the last few streams! I feel so much better about painting fur each time I draw a cute fuzzy being. Here's the cutie all done! 🦊🦊 #fox #digitalpainting #realism #fur #animalart #cute #DigitalArtist//

8:34 AM · Aug 27, 2022 //Finished some Emotes for Kush! Here's a couple of them: #twitch #streamer #emoteartist//

9:40 PM · Aug 17, 2022 //Here's the 'gator and (alligator-snapping) turtle I drew for /RAlgiera! Getting faster and painting things, even if I kept it a bit rough. They're friends. :3 #digitalart #alligator #turtle #krita//

12:21 PM · Aug 14, 2022 //Fanart for the fabulous iLLxbiLL on Twitch, after a massive W in Getting Over It. Don't ask what's in the bucket... #digitalart #fanart #funny #streamer #gaming #gameart//

6:32 AM · Aug 13, 2022 //Finally this lengthy practice is complete! For around 16 hours, over the course of 2 days, I practiced drawing and then painting these wild fluffy doggos on stream. I've never done this amount of continued study before.. doing p much one after the other was a feat but I managed. / I also feel a sense of triumph through seeing obvious improvement when looking at the drawings in the order I did them. However my favourites overall are 4 and 5 as they have the most clarity and accuracy, done when I had the most optimal energy and a lack of drawing fatigue. / #digitalart #wolf #wolves #realism #practice #sketching #painting #krita #art #study #artstudy//

10:43 PM · Aug 6, 2022 //Finished our beautiful happy little froggy and made an emote for Kush out of it too (oo pretty crystal-looking frog). Cheers for hoppin' in!//

5:56 AM · Aug 4, 2022 //On stream tonight I drew a friends cat named Kota, who has a funky pattern that was hard but fun to replicate. Enjoy this cutie and thanks to everyone who came to hear my voice for the first time along with the updated set up. :)//

8:23 PM · Aug 1, 2022 //Here's the Blastoise and some doodles from the stream!//

12:08 PM · Jul 29, 2022 //Wasn't sure what to draw for the stream but a friend suggested to paint a sunset so that's what I did. Not something i'm used to so required some experimenting but it went well! Also did another emote for Kush. ALSO we hit 25 followers! Thanks guys! &lt;3//

2:57 PM · Jul 28, 2022 //Had a lovely stream where I painted a cute boopable danger noodle named Cheese. Thank for all who stopped by! #digitalart #pringles #snake #realism//

10:26 AM · Jul 27, 2022 //Thanks to everyone who came to stream today! It was a long one. XD I got a lot done. Hope to see y'all again next time! Here's what we did: / Emotes for KommissionerKush on Twitch, a random animeish girl posin', and a free doodle requested by Drachenmen.//

1:20 PM · Jul 25, 2022 //Here's my entry for the Hollow Soul DTIYS competition by GebsArt! #6ebsContest #dtiyschallenge / This was a tricky but fulfilling piece. I haven't done much digital painting before so i was learning as I went and all in all, i'm pretty proud of how it came out. I changed the original pose to showcase (ha, Sho-case) his shocking ability and make him look a little smug.//

1:47 AM · Jul 14, 2022 //Things can get very cursed when watching an /izadoodle_stream... meet King Borbius (King Borb for short,) a cross between the 2 best franchises of all time. Keep on Morbin', my minions. #Morbius #Minions//

1:13 AM · Jul 1, 2022 //A birthday gift for /itsvollx, Terra from Teen Titans! Hope you like it! #TeenTitans #Terra #Fanart//

10:54 AM · Jun 26, 2022 //Dustin Kalloy (OC) of Taluchia, a peppy young lad with a kind heart and desire to learn about the family he never knew. Now he has to face an unfortunate truth - things aren't quite as they seemed. I wrote a brief little blurb to go with this fella. Enjoy!//

2:41 AM · Jun 20, 2022 //Drawn for another viewer during /JubelNaomi's twitch stream. Thanks for the Blartspiration!//

5:04 PM · Jun 1, 2022 //Drew Saiki K (minus his accessories) to practice anime style. Tried out some cell shading and warmer colours. I like how the eyes came out. :)//

9:10 PM · May 31, 2022 //Started trying to practice painting metal. It's very hard but tried to have some fun with it, even if not perfect. The skin and lock were inspired by a random mimic painting - which then inspired the mimic. :)//

Thank you for trekking through this massive thread. Stay hydrated. :)

[choiwrites]

kth | i.c.y.m.i. (m.)

Words: 4k Genres: crack, roommate!taehyung, f2l, smut, taehyung is a horndog, sub!reader Warnings: language, masturbation, degradation, voyeurism, big DICK tae :P, sexting Rating: 18+ Summary: Your roommate Taehyung is on a cruise trip and you're home after a long day from work and he is asking for a favor.

A/N: This was heavily inspired from @/parkmuse’s Lower. Sorry for being inactive, college has been hectic, but I’m working on my writing and many stories. :) I love you.

It is much more relaxing without Taehyung's constant blasting of Bing Crosby's music. It was good, but after a few weeks or so of his repetitive playlist, it got old. He would also put the LED to a bright yellow as though to "lighten the mood". But it was clear as day that he only does it to cover up the sounds of him fucking himself next room.

He's gone for a three day trip to Monterey Bay and today was his second day in the cruise he had been bragging about on his Instagram story. You might've pressed on it hundreds of times and the story still has more slides to go. Whatever though, today has been the most relaxing day since you moved in with him.

Before the repetitive six-song playlist of Bing Crosby, Taehyung spends the time of your being home yelling at some show on ESPN. And before that phase, he often invited Jimin and Jin to the apartment and the traces of their having fun reeks 'till morning. It was gross the way they acted like boys. They would fight over his PS5 and then get drunk right after, during those mornings, you had to endure the smell of unfinished Cheetos and salad dressings left open.

You told him to never invite his friends over on Fridays, because that was your long bath day where you get all fancy and bring some wine into the bathtub and play quiet music. It wasn't easy convincing him, he had always been kind of a self-absorbed asshole whose personality got stuck in high school.

"Hey, I'm kind of tired of hearing you and your friends play loudly whenever I'm trying to sleep on Fridays... so could you maybe lessen their visits here?"

He blows a raspberry. "What do you mean? We whisper for the sake of you. We weren't being loud."

"Oh, right. Why am I aware of noobangel79 having the hottest voice for a Fortnite player then? Care to explain, Tae?"

He licks his lips trying to come up with an excuse. "Well, if you would stop being a killjoy, maybe you could play with us and finally hear her voice. She sounds so hot."

This time, you blow the raspberry but keep your cool. "I don't really care, Tae. Just please don't invite them on Fridays because Friday is my scheduled long bath and sleep day."

He gives a lengthy sigh. "Okay, you win."

"I wasn't really competi-"

"You win. I won't invite them anymore." He shuts his door with a loud thud.

After a successful week of not inviting his friends over, he had invited a girl. And God, did you regret ever telling him to never invite his friends again on Fridays. When Taehyung brings girls home, he is carefree and he is reckless. The worst part, he is fully aware of your presence, but to your luck, you were always too tired to notice or bother.

There was Demie, Ally, Daisy, and Rory. He has his ways with the names of his lady encounters. Every week, you'd play a game with yourself if you could guess the name of the girl he's bringing home for that week. So far, you haven't gotten any name right.

The only good thing about him bringing home women is that it never occurred on Fridays. Mostly, it happens during Wednesdays and on Wednesdays you do overtime quite a lot. The only reason you know these girls' names is you meet them in the mornings as you prepare your Thursday breakfast. 

Taehyung would come out half-naked while his one night stand in a cliché oversized white shirt get up. How many shirts have he lost? You're not entirely sure.

There was this Wednesday you were sent home early and you were too excited to tiptoe into the apartment. You had just changed your sheets during that Wednesday morning, you had to really try it tonight. You open the door and squelching noises enter your ears.

It was that kind of night.

To your stupidity, you had to make sure of what those noises were. It could either be the grossest thing you'll ever know of Taehyung or a murderer is literally inside the house and is stabbing Taehyung as you arrived. You tiptoe, completely forgetting about your new sheets, and now intrigued by this unknown sound.

"Oh, please," a high-pitch voice murmurs. 

Then there was a deep chuckle coming from his room and you knew it was his, but you were already peaking before you figured it out.

Taehyung with both his palms against a girl's asscheeks as he pushes her to the mirror, gently fucking her from behind. Her face has desperation painted all over with mascara smudged around her eyes. She was a writhing mess while he was focused on the expression of her face. You're not sure why you kept standing and watching, but he kept the show interesting when he pulls his phone from his nightstand and, you guessed it, films the whole thing through the mirror in front of them.

"Smile for me, baby," he whispered.

One of the most unforgettable Wednesdays in your life and Wednesdays are supposed to be boring. You never told him about your finding out because you knew exactly what he would respond with: "You enjoyed it?" Arguments with Taehyung never end well on your part.

The playlist transitions from Money Trees to Streets and you are brought back to reality, taking another sip of your pink moscato. It feels weird without his heavy presence in the house, it almost feels lonely. Everything he did has always been so loud that now it's quiet, you couldn't make yourself exactly comfortable.

You continue playing with the faucet with your toes, Ally from The Notebook style. Your phone rings, interrupting the beat from the speaker. It was Taehyung, his cheeky face popping up on the screen, ruining your mood.

When you accept the call, his deep voice sends vibrations all over the walls. You probably shouldn't have answered with the speaker connected to your phone.

"Hey." His voice lingers with a hint of huskiness in it, what he usually sounds like when he finishes drinking in the morning. You've always admitted how dangerous Taehyung sounded, but there's a big difference when he just woke up from a long nap. It's calming, but intriguing.

"What do you need?" Rolling your eyes hoping he would see how much he had just inconvenienced you.

"Why are you giving me that tone, missy?" He chuckles and with that you feel yourself shake. It felt like the walls that surround you just laughed.

"Seriously, Taehyung, you're interrupting my bath time."

You hear him sigh on the other line, more like a hiss. And then there was the sound of fabric shuffling like he had just laid down on a bed.

"Right, you're doing your long baths." 

You reply with a hum.

"Can you show me?"

You were taken aback. Was he flirting or was he dead serious? You didn't take much time in responding, he might think that he won by making you uncomfortable. Taehyung's flirting like a frat boy wouldn't work on you. You're better than that.

"No. What do you need?" 

He snickered. "I forgot an important piece of paperwork in my room and I need you to take a picture of it."

"What do I have in it?" It was your turn to chuckle.

"Hmm," the bass in his voice travels to your body, "I do the dishes for a month."

"You're lying. You're gonna leave them piling up for a month is what you mean."

"You know me so well." There was silence, but his constant breathing lets you know the line hasn't ended. "How 'bout I give you a plus one ticket next month?"

"Ticket for what?" 

"Knicks. Finals are in the second week of next month."

"Holy shit," you exclaim realizing, "no way, though."

"What?" he stammers.

"No way you have a ticket."

"But I do. Now be a good girl and take a picture."

You froze, not because the water's starting to become room temperature, but because you didn't understand. His judgment is clearly clouded, there is no way he means what he said. 

"Get over yourself," you chuckle, shaking your hands of sweat.

"What? Do you not want the Knicks?"

"Sending a picture of myself? Piss off."

Before ending the call, he laughs out loud and explains himself.

"You're an idiot. Take a picture of the papers I left, not you."

"Oh,"

"But I'm open to receiving both."

"Shut up, I'll get it now." You hop off the tub and dry yourself with a towel nearby. Proceeding to Taehyung's room without covering yourself, not like anyone's going to notice anyway.

"Which one here?" You say to your phone.

You hear him think. "Bottom left, it's in a blue folder." Then he coughs. "Are you fucking naked?"

Frowning, "No."

He chokes on his own spit. "Then I guess I have to alarm you, a naked stranger just entered my room."

"Tae! What the fuck? How are you seeing me right now?" You yell, running out of his room.

"I might have installed a hidden camera in case you steal my earphones again."

Your first instinct was to protest, but you did break his first airpods and put it back in his drawer. You can't blame him.

"Well, stop watching."

"What can I say? You made me hard."

In your many encounters with men, you don't find that sentence at all arousing. This was Taehyung where it's coming from, however, you have your thighs close tight naked in the middle of the living room in front of his room.

"Do you want your files or not?"

"I do, chill. Just put something on."

"You're hassling me." You roll your eyes hoping he'd see it.

"You're rolling your eyes right now, aren't you?"

"Yes," as you wrap a towel around your body, still water trickles down on the floor creating a small puddle.

Taehyung shuffles again, you could hear it faintly from the speaker. And then he sighs.

"What are you doing?"

Taehyung exhales through his nose, close to his phone.

"This fucking vodka my boss gave me, it's killing my head."

It was your turn to chuckle.

You proceed again to his room, trying your best to keep the towel together with your body. 

"It's in the drawer bottom left."

"Yes, I didn't forget."

"Alright, alright, just making sure."

The blue folder peeks out as if it knew it was forgotten. 

"So, which one here? There's too much paper."

"Look for one with the title 'March Report'."

Once you had found it, you immediately took a picture and sent it to him. 

"Thanks, noodles."

"Noodles?"

"For being nude in my room."

You fake a laugh and gave him a finger on the camera on top of his computer.

"I'm ending the call," you tell him.

He obliges and there was this deafening silence in the room that you kind of hoped he would retaliate when you said you would be ending the call.

You return to your bath, this time feeling a little empty and in need of a conversation. Bryson Tiller resumes playing on the speaker and you sip your wine, waiting for something to occur.

To your subtle surprise, your phone dings again. Then again. And then one more time.

TAEVIL doesn't seem fair. Taevil sent a photo. r we even?

You quickly, too quickly, place the glass on top of the corner of the tub. Rubbing your hand on a nearby towel before sliding it open.

It was him, topless on his bed, his phone covering his face as he took the picture on a ceiling mirror. It's exactly the way you remember it, every single detail. The subtle abs straining from his stomach, he hasn't always been jacked like his friend Jungkook but he was toned and gracefully perfect. Both his hands hold his phone with his belt undone and his pants brought down just a little, the shy reveal of the base of his cock weakening you.

Pulling your knees to your chest, you think of a reply. There's no exact response for that. Like they say, the reply is in the eye of the receiver. You bite your nails, bite your lip, grit your teeth, desperately trying to come up with just as scandalous of a response.

YOU smol boy

You mentally slap yourself when he types and holds back twice. But he responded soon enough.

TAEVIL i havent talked to u ab whenu caughtme fkng rory

You could hear the slur in his speech with the way he types as though he was painfully drunk, not sure in what though. In vodka or heat?

YOU wdym?

TAEVIL dont play prtend now ik u saw mefuck rory

YOU idk what ur talking ab babe

TAEVIL my dicks not smal 

YOU :)

TAEVIL ur angering me love

YOU the only big thing you have is your ego

TAEVIL u saw me fckedtheshit out of rory u kmow hwyat u saw babe

YOU and what did i see?

From here you could hear Taehyung's guttural laugh.

TAEVIL icymi Taevil sent a video. mythird leg

He sent the exclusive homemade film and to your surprise, it was more intimate than how you remember it. They were fucking like Nate and Maddy, yes, but there was a lot of whispering, things that feel a little too personal to describe.

It didn't take long until his dick slips out of her, full glory, and he wasn't lying about the third leg, because he could walk with that dick alone. Shades of rosy pink travel toward the head of his cock, he's throbbing and shaking as he pumps himself only to cum on his mirror, making Rory giggle to herself as though it was a victory for her to make Taehyung cum as much.

It does feel like a victory to make a guy as good-looking as him to cum so hard only for you.

And you had just made him hard.

YOU hmm

TAEVIL is that an agreeing hum

YOU whatever good night tae <3

TAEVIL good night <3 Taevil sent a photo.

You regret opening that picture because now you might just do it, fuck him over the phone. His hand gripping tight the girth of his massive cock, with veins that make you wonder how they'd feel as he pounds himself in and out of you. You clutch your knees tighter to your chest, fingers typing the worst things you'll ever say in text.

YOU Id sit on u<3

TAEVIL wheres ur jk

YOU I would sit on you, no joke

TAEVIL what else would u do

YOU I'd ride you until I'm dripping of cum and get your whole thigh wet I'll fuck myself onto you tae

TAEVIL Asnwer

You couldn't laugh at the typo, he was already calling, his face flashing on your bright phone and you had made the mistake a while ago to use a screenshot of him shirtless from his story one time as his caller ID.

"Hey," his voice once again vibrates through the walls as the volume blasts from your speaker.

"Hi?" you reply in your most incompetent tone.

"Now you're shy?" He sighs, almost in a desperate way but he earns back his confidence when he grunts.

"What are you doing?" you lie again on your back after pulling the drain plug. The pink lake surrounding your body now disintegrating with your pride and shame.

"You wanna know, hm? Want to see me fucking myself?" 

Your voice will break if you try now, and even in the silence that follows after his statement comes your internal cry. Holy fucking shit.

Kim Taehyung might just ruin you.

The phone rings again, this time it's a FaceTime request and you were quick to accept. You place your phone right on the level of your chest, shyly peeking at him with a soft smirk on your face to hide your embarrassment.

He, on the other hand (no pun intended), holds his phone in an undistinguishable angle, sitting up the head of his bed while breathing raggedly.

"You're still in the fucking tub?" He frowned, disappointed.

"I'm draining it," you say cheekily, and he surprisingly finds that endearing. "Where did you expect me to be?"

He laughs in disbelief. "On my fucking bed, I was hoping?"

"Why would I get on your nasty bed?" you teased.

"It's not nasty."

"It'd be a Jackson Pollock painting in there once I shine a black light."

"Not true. I'm a big fan of creampie."

"You're so disgusting." Laughing, you get off the now empty tub and put on a robe. "Where do I go now, Tae?"

He's got a troublesome look on his face, a bellow sunken deep in his throat trying so hard to maintain his composure. The sheer innocence of your response urging his hard cock to cum undone.

"In my room," he replied, smiling at the way you obeyed when your phone shook as you walked. "You're so adorable."

Giggling, you slump down on his bed and finally face him. "What now?" 

"Put your phone somewhere I can see you."

"You can see me."

"I want to see all of you."

You take a second and place your phone on the rack at the end of his bed. "Like this?" You put both your hands on the knot of your robe and he hums in agreement.

"You ever done this for anyone before?" 

And you smile, seeing the effect you have on him. You hum back, shaking your head.

"I haven't." You pull the knot. "Are you screenrecording?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Fuck no." You embrace your body. "Also delete this from your hidden cam."

"Alright, alright. Just..." He sat up on his bed, head resting on the headboard with interest building in his eyes. "Get naked for me already."

"You're so eager."

He had a shy grin, even through his broken mess of hair, he looked beautiful. Scrunching his nose at being teased, he pulls down the camera and shows you his hand pumping his dick, slow and steady as he takes his time.

"That's how eager I am." He goes back to his face, licking his bottom lip waiting for you to strip naked for him. "Please don't give me a hard time." He fakes a pout, and then smiles in content when you start untangling your robe.

You come to think of it, he's drunk and might consider this a mistake later in the morning. He had never shown interest in you until now and you had never shown interest in him either. What would happen when he comes back home? Wouldn't that be just a total awkward disaster if you both chose to pretend it never happened?

Yet, you just tell yourself 'fuck it' as your robe falls to the ground. 

He lowers his phone, biting his lip, examining you like he was in front of you. The heat of his gaze warming you up, and the flick of his tongue when he wets his lip has you drooling. You've never felt this naked before, so bare and grounded. Never been stared at like you were the most beautiful person to ever exist. 

"You're so fucking gorgeous, fuck," he whispers in ragged breaths. His chest weaving while he struggles to keep the camera on him.

"I feel uncomfortable being the only one... Naked." You tuck your hair, hoping he gets the idea.

Taehyung doesn't waste a second and he's walking toward the end of his bed. The dim lighting of his room intensifies the shadows of his body. He places his phone on the nearest stand, sitting at the end of the bed with his cock standing with pride as he kicks his pants to the floor.

You take a deep breath. "Do you workout?"

He frowns at the question. "Is it not obvious?" He sits back, body resting on his hand trying to show off his toned abs. 

Huffing, you sit at the end of his bed and cross your legs. 

"If I was there, I would have you crying my name." He strokes himself one more time. "Fuck, could you open wide for me?"

You lay back like he does, spreading your legs to the camera and his mouth agapes at the sight. 

"Just like that." Groaning, his body flexes, pouring all his energy into fucking himself. "When I get home, I will fuck your brains out. Just you fucking wait, y/n."

"I don-"

"Stop talking and touch yourself," he demanded.

"Oh," you stutter. Fingers already circling your clit, thinking of him going down on you with his tongue lapping on your juices.

"You've always wanted this cock, don't you? Want me to fuck your mouth until you're crying like the cunty whore you are."

Moaning at his words, you set your knees upward, giving him a better view of your soaked entrance, glistening under the pale lampshade near his nightstand.

"Look at how wet you are, hm." He moves closer to the camera, his huffing chest taking your sight, the shakiness in his breathing covering your ears, the thought of him clouding your judgment. 

"Put a finger in, babe. I want to see how easily I could slide into you."

On his demand, you got a digit in with no problem, moaning the moment you reached your palm. "Fuck, Tae. I need you here right now."

"I'm gonna cum undone seeing you like this, y/n."

Groping your breast, you make sure he sees the show you're putting on by smiling at him. Charming him with a sweet façade. 

"You wanna see daddy cum for you? Just thinking about bending you over on our kitchen counter, fucking you until I break you? Cumming at the thought of your skimpy shorts that you wear at home." His hand speeds up, occasionally he would run his thumb over the tip of his cock. 

 "I swear to god, I'm not gonna last long," he moans out, stopping his hand which gets you confused.

"Could you bend over for me? Shake your little ass on the screen."

Now if you weren't as horny as you are now, you would be cracking up at what he said. Taehyung's desperate tone led you to do what he wanted though, you had your back facing your phone as you bent over on his bed, showing off your damp thighs.

"Hu-uh," his moan dismantled as he tried to reach for his high, "can you say my name?"

Pumping yourself as fast as you can, your fingers sliding in and out of you catching up to his rhythm. "Oh, my God, Tae... Tae, I'm going to..."

He grunts in response. "Yes, fuck, keep going. Close. Y/n..." his voice trails off along with you rocking your hips back and forth trying to ride out the euphoria.

He whimpers as spurts of cum spill on his stomach, releasing a dark laugh once he recovers from the high. "If you were here, I'd have you lick this of me."

You return to sitting on the bed, putting the robe back on to cover yourself. "If you were here, it wouldn't have to end now."

Giggling once again, you end the call before he could retort. Resuming the music, the house felt lonelier than ever. Taehyung's scent from his sheets only started to make the room colder by the second.

Your phone rings at another text.

TAEVIL you better be ready be when i get home

YOU :p not in another 24 hours

TAEVIL pft like you wouldn't miss me.

[bluecookies02]

When they make you cry

pairings: Hawks x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Bakugou x Reader, Aizawa x Reader, Izuku x Reader, Tamaki x Reader

Tamaki, Bakugou and Hawks are in a female!reader perspective, the rest of them are Gender Neutral

warnings: angst to fluff

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Hawks will get cocky, laughing in your face when he sees your shocked expression.

Both of you were going at each others throats, spitting insults to one another, just your recent daily routine.

Now Hawks knew you were a tough gal, which in his head made it alright for him to strike a really painful nerve into your chest.

As you remained speechless he turned around, a winning smirk plastered on his lips.

Just as he took a few steps forward, sobs wrecked your body as you hid your face in your hands.

"I d-don't think I can take this anymore Keigo" your broken voice reached his ears.

A pang of guilt pierced his chest once he turned around to face you.

He did this. He made you cry. He completely drained your happiness out. He hurt you.

His teeth dug into his lip, his eyes stinging as tears picked at them.

At that point, he didn't give two shits about who's right and who's wrong, his arms reaching for you and wrapping themselves around your shaking form.

He held you there for a while, listening to your cries that gradually turned into soft sniffles against his chest.

"I-" He opens his mouth but his words remained stuck at his throat.

"I don't want us to end..." you mumbled, your own words throwing you into another sobbing fit.

"We won't end here kid, I've got you...shit...I'm a fucking idiot...of course we won't end sweetheart...c'mon look at me" he raised your chin up gently, looking into your red eyes.

"I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry...not just for today, for every day before this, I-, God... don't leave kid, p-please"

You stared at his face, tears now streaming down his cheeks as his grip on you tightened.

You swallow the lump in your throat, grabbing his hands in yours.

"Something has to change Keigo...I miss you...we've been distant for months. Sometimes you don't even come home to me, do you know how that feels?"

"I know, I know, I swear... I miss you too. I'll tell you about everything I promise. Let's go home please."

You hesitantly nod, putting your heart on the line for the last time.

And now looking back, you're glad you did.

//quirk: flesh manipulation (the reader can manipulate the molecules in a person's flesh just by touching it, making them useful mid-battle to make the other heroes ready to fight again in a matter of seconds, but also making them a threat to their enemies )

If there was one thing he despised about you, it was your guts.

Hell curse him for falling in love with someone so stubborn.

To live through a relationship with Dabi meant that you had to have though skin. You had to be strong enough to bite your cheeks and endure the issues that people in regular relationships never face.

He enters your home, covered in bruises and cuts, asking for your first aid kit.

You sigh to yourself, your usual nagging and yelling never reaching his ears.

You place the first aid kit onto your bedside table, turning your back to him, tiredly walking out of the room.

"Hey-" his voice calls out to you, quiet and confused.

You close the door behind you, making your way to your couch.

One of these days it'll be the last time he walks into your home, the last time you help him clean his cuts and the last time you hear his voice.

The weight of uncertainty pulls at your chest harder with every passing day.

He chose to continue living like this, he is the one that keeps ruining his own life, it's his ambitions that are making you this miserable.

Once he patches himself up, he sits on your bed for a while. Your silance meaning one thing and one thing only. You finally realized how pointless being with him is, you finally got it through your thick skull that he's nothing special to dwell about.

Time passes by quickly, a few hours already gone yet he's still glued to the same spot, not having the strength to leave your room, too scared to face your rejection once he gets out.

He should be happy for you, you won't be hurting anymore, you'll be able to find someone better.

He slowly twists the knob, taking slow steps through your living room.

You are laying on your couch, tear stains on your face and a tissue crumbled in your hand.

His chest tightenes at the sight. You cried yourself to sleep. He wonders... how many times did you cry over him? How many times would you just lay here as he carelessly roamed the streets?

He should leave...he should spare you the pain he brings. You were the only good thing in his life and by continuing this he'll ruin you, piece by piece.

You showed nothing but kindness to him, you made him realize that some people are worth getting close to, you being a hero also making his resolves shake under his feet.

He stretched his arm out to your cheek, careful not to wake you up.

He left a soft kiss to your temple before leaving your house.

-----

You woke up to a persistent ring of your doorbell.

You felt terrible...your hair was a mess, your nose was all clogged up and your eyes burned from all the crying.

You opened your door with annoyance, mad at whoever decided to burst your sadness bubble.

"Hey doll, I would've let myself in but my hands are kinda busy"

Your boyfriend stood there with a backpack on his shoulder and a carton box in his hands.

"So...do you happen to have a room to spare for a year or two...maybe three?"

You stare in disbelief your hand covering your mouth.

"I know that me being a villain might be a setback but...I got some hair dye? I might even consider letting you fix my jigsaw face."

Your body crashed into his, the box dropping to the ground as you squeezed your arms around him.

Maybe he can make you as happy as you make him.

You knew he was rough around the edges, but you never even imagined that you would be the one his rage would be directed at.

As soon as insults came crashing your way you left the room.

You were just trying to calm him down, placing your hand on his shoulder as you urged him to stop shouting and just let it go.

His rough hands grabbed yours, throwing your hand away like you were a mere fly, his quirk burning your skin.

You tried calling out to him just for him to snap around and scream at you.

Once you reached your dorm tears freely rolled down your cheeks.

You yearned for a normal relationship, longed for some peace and quiet just for a week or two.

Yet you just couldn't let the blonde go, always hoping for some miracle to come your way and take ahold of his ego.

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It's around 2 am and he can't fall asleep for the hell of it.

You're not picking up his calls nor answering his texts and you've been inactive on social media for hours.

Kirishima has been urging him to go to your dorm for two hours already, spamming him massages about him not being manly enough to win you back.

It's not like he doesn't want to, he just has no idea how to. Should he get you something? Get you some food and flowers? Where the fuck can he find all these things at 2 am? Isn't that how people in movies apologize or something...

He hates when you're mad at him, he is scared shitless of actually scaring you off and pushing you away.

A knock at your door snaps you out of your thoughts and a small flame of hope warms your heart for a split second as you make your way to your door.

He's holding a gray hoodie and a pair of bento boxes.

"That's not gonna fix it Katsuki."

"I know shitty woman you didn't even give me a chance to speak!"

You're sure that that's the first time Bakugou said the word "sorry" in his whole life.

The way it rolled off his tongue was shaky but somewhat determined, his hand grabbing ahold of yours gently.

Guilt was evident on his face as he stroked the bandages covering your hands.

"It's not that bad Katsu, and I understand that it was an accident." you mumbled trying to pull from his grip so he can focus on something else.

He grabbed ahold of your wrists, bringing your palms to his lips.

"I'll work on it, I promise. It'll never happen again. I mean it." you just give a soft nod, leading him to the table.

"Good. Now let's eat, breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" you cheered, opening the bentos and stuffing your mouth with rice.

"Y/N...it's 4 am."

"Exactly, now eat, you're not gonna let me eat all of this by myself?!"

For this man, it was close to impossible to make his s/o cry.

He cherishes the relationship he has with you, making you feel special every single day at a time.

So when he sees you crying, he's confused and alarmed.

He reaches for you, trying his best to give you the comfort he thinks you need.

When you push his hands away and scream at him...Oh boy...

He's terrified.

Did he do something? Did he forget your anniversary? Your birthday? Did he eat your snack from the fridge??

You're pulling at the strands of your hair, your head buried into your knees as you sob.

He looks around, eyes widening when he sees a photo of himself and some girl kissing on the screen of your phone.

He wasn't there? He has proof! He was in a meeting! All of his colleagues could confirm that, he just needs you to listen! Please listen to him.

He's talking...blabbering...begging for you to just look at him.

As soon as you look up for a split second, he's hugging you, smothering your face in kisses as you weakly try to push him away.

Finally he leans his forehead against yours, letting out a long sigh of relief when he realizes that you're not crying anymore.

"Please Shouta, please, if you even have any respect for me, don't lie to me." you mumble out coldly, turning your head from him.

"Y/N, I would never, ever do that to you! Never! I love you so much, please, you have to know that, you do know that!"

You're too stubborn, but he calls all of his colleges one by one, putting them on speaker for you, asking about the time of the meeting or details of the meeting and they all have the same answer.

So now, your throat is dry and there's a lump in your throat, guilt eating at you as you try to apologize.

He couldn't give two shits about any of that, all he has to know is that you're okay and that you're still his.

He's not letting you go for the rest of the day, you're wrapped under the blankets with him as he makes sure you never believe the bullshit you see online.

"Sweetheart if I ever cheat on you, that's the day I cut my own dick off and bleed to death."

It makes you giggle and then laugh hysterically and he's just looking at you with the biggest heart eyes 🥺

Izuku would never do anything to make you cry.

He pays attention to every single detail in your relationship and he especially pays attention to your feelings.

What he is really bad at, is taking care of himself.

He doesn't take in consideration how you feel when he comes home all stitched up and tired, or how he stays up late to train and push himself further than his body can take.

However one day, he is exhausted from his training and he barely has any strength left. His phone rings and he is rushing out the door, already panting.

You don't reach him in time to stop him, so here you are, hours later next to his hospital bed.

The villain wasn't too powerful, but his state caused him to pass out in the middle of the bettle field.

As soon as he wakes up, you're yelling at him, but at the same time sobbing against his chest.

"I can't just stand here and watch you hurt yourself Zuku... I can't, I can't, I can't....O-one of these days you're just gonna slip away from my hands, I can't. Please" You're grip on him softens as you loose the strength in your hands.

His arms wrap themselves around you, trying his best not to flinch as you rub against his bandages.

His eyes are watering, realization dawning on him as he holds your tired body against him.

You're right...He sees the state of himself after a lowlife villain with a pathetic quirk sent him into the hospital. He doesn't even want to think about what would've happened if there was someone much stronger out there.

"Hey Y/N...I-...I might take a week off, to rest yeah? Does that sound good?"

You nod, wiping away the tears as you sniffle.

"And you won't be training at night anymore. And you won't be staying up late!" you scold as he rubs your cheeks.

"I won't. I promise." he places a kiss at your temple, pulling you onto the hospital bed next to him.

"Let's sleep for a bit yeah? I might owe you a few hours..."

You're crying, he's crying.

He's down on one knee and he's stuttering, his hands shaking as he hears you cry out a happy "Yes".

He barely gets the ring on your finger, burying his head into your neck as soon as he gets to his feet.

You always thought that he was going to propose to you at home, maybe some homecooked dinner with roses and candles. You didn't mind that option either.

You were surprised that he even suggested a walk in the park.

I mean, it was a really small park with little to no people in the area but it was beautiful nonetheless.

You're all giddy and happy as he takes your hand in his, his eyes always glancing at the ring on your finger.

Once you spot an ice cream stand you leap in happiness, rushing to get ice cream for the both of you.

The lady selling it smiles brightly at you.

"Is that the lucky guy?" you nod grabbing your icecream as Tamaki hides behind you.

"Good job sweetheart, you're making this lady very happy, I can feel it in my old bones" you laugh at her remark as you nudge Tamaki forward.

She hands him his ice cream and winks at him.

He's blushing and thanking the lady before running off to an empty bench.

”He’s a lil’ shy but he's got the spirit” you say to the lady as you rush off to get him.

You take the time to really study the ring, the beautiful blue crystal shining in the sun.

”I...I hope you l-like it...Nejire helped me out. Uhm I probably shouldn't have said that...S-she-"

"I like it Tama...I love it actually" you place a gentle kiss just at the corner of his lips, his hands grabbing your cheeks and kissing you deeply in return.

His cheeks are warm and his lips are slow against yours but you melt against him, letting him place you in his lap.

"Oh my God, I have a fiancé, oh my God, I have to call Mirio and tell him you said yes. You said yes, right?"

You laugh as you shake your head at him, playing with his hair as he fumbles with his phone.

All of the pictures are from the original anime/manga (please do correct me if I'm wrong in the comments below)

The Tamaki one has no angst in it because I had to heal from all of the emotional rollercosters.

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Ransom’s Assistant

Hello my lovelies! Happy Hoelidays! I know i’ve been inactive af lately. Sorry about that. My husband went through some things and the last couple months of 2021 had been some of the hardest i’ve ever been through. Hopefully we are all over with that part now and are in the healing phase. I’m trying my hardest to make sure he gets better. I know he can do it. And with therapy and the right medication, he knows he can too.

Anyways! I’m sure you don’t want to hear anymore about that! I am so glad to be apart of this! It’s always my favorite challenge hosted by these amazing hoes! @stargazingfangirl18 @navybrat817-shares​ and @drabblewithfrannybarnes! Thank you once again for hosting this!! And the way you guys did it? Loved it! You can see what my perfect hoeliday treat was above! I did my best with it! So here is everyone’s favorite Murder sweater daddy!

**Disclaimer, if you’re under 18, just go away. This is not a story you should be reading! So kindly fuck off! Thanks so much!**

Words: 5.4k

Rating: Explicit(as are all my stories)

Warnings: Language, Smut, Unprotected sex, p in v, oral( fem rec), SoftRansom(Look, I’M A SLUT FOR SOFTRANSOM, OKAY?)

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RING RING RING

What in the mother fuck is-

RING RING RING

You begrudgingly raise your head from your pillow to look for your rudely-interrupting-your-sleep phone.

After about 5 minutes, you finally find it underneath the covers. You glance at the now silent phone and see 2 missed calls from Ransom.

Shit. He hates it when you miss his calls.

You then look at the time. It’s only 8am. He usually doesn’t start calling you until noon or after. Before you have any more time to think about it, the phone starts ringing again. You waste no time answering it.

“Hey Ran-“

“Y/N! There you are! Why did you miss my calls? Whatever, I don’t have time for your excuses. I’ve sent you an email about what all needs done today. It’s a pretty big list so I’d suggest you get started.”

CLICK

Fucking asshole. He’s lucky he paid you so well.

You sit up and stretch out your limbs from sleep and grab your phone to check the email your boss has sent you.

There’s about 32 items on the list. This is going to take you all day! Ugh.

You get out of bed and head to your bathroom to take a shower in hopes that it’ll wake you up a little.

You’ll get Starbucks once you're out and about. For now, the shower will have to do.

You’ve been Ransom’s assistant for going on 2 years now. You originally started out working for his mother Linda. Well, she decided you would be better fitted as Ransom’s assistant than hers. Saying her work is more important and she couldn’t afford some incompetent moron screwing anything up.

Yeah, you hated that bitch.

So Ransom took you over. And what would Ransom need with an assistant since he doesn’t even work?

To put it simply, he’s lazy as fuck. He has you do literally everything. Grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning his house(and yes, he has a maid), setting up his dates, etc. He actually keeps you busier than Linda ever did. Again, you don’t mind considering he pays you hella good and treats you decently.

By decently you mean he doesn’t come right out and call you stupid and incompetent.

He also allows you to call him Ransom. Which you gathered pretty quickly was a big deal. All of the other help has to call him Hugh.

You’re also not afraid to put him in his place. If you think he’s being a dick, you tell him. And if you’re feeling extra sassy, you’ll call him Hughbert. Which he hates more than anything else.

Truth be told? You actually really did love like him. You enjoyed the odd relationship that had blossomed between the 2 of you. And he’d never say it, but you’re pretty sure he doesn’t totally hate you.

The shower starts to turn cold before you finally get out. Today wasn’t a hair wash day so you dry off and quickly get dressed to start on this atrocious list.

Starting with your all time favorite task: kicking the whore out.

It’s no secret that Ransom is the biggest man whore in Boston. Possibly America.

So when he gets the occasional bitch that refuses to leave, you guys have a routine down.

You tie your hair up into a bun and grab your purse.

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On the short drive to Ransom’s, you can’t help but get lost in your thoughts.

While kicking the whore out was always fun, you always end up hating yourself for feeling this little twinge of jealousy every time you have to do it.

You wanted to be the one leaving Ransom’s bed. You shouldn’t even be thinking this way about your boss. But you can’t help it. The selfish asshole was dead sexy.

He knew it too.

He never showed any interest in you in that way though. Just treated you like an employee.

You pull into his driveway right beside the Beamer. You can’t help but roll your eyes at the Mercedes’ parked on the other side.

So she was a rich bitch. Typical Ransom.

The front door swings open before you even make it all the way up the walkway.

Ransom smiles in relief. “Thank God. This one is really insane. Refuses to leave my bedroom.”

You shake your head at him as you get inside. “When are you going to learn to avoid the crazy ones Ran?”

He shrugs his shoulders and gives you a sexy ass smirk. “What can I say? They can’t resist me. Now hurry up. You have a full day today.”

He gives you a swift smack to your ass and pushes you towards the stairs.

Trying your best to not let out a whimper, you quickly climb the stairs. You take a few minutes to get into the right mindset before you open the bedroom door.

Your eyes are met with a very naked, very fake looking blonde in his bed. She has a deer caught in headlights look.

“Who the fuck are you? And why the fuck are you in MY bed?”

Her look quickly turns to anger. She sits up and grabs the sheet to cover herself. “Excuse me? What are you? The maid or something?”

You pretend to be offended. “I happen to live here, with my husband!” You throw your left hand up to show her the fake, gaudy diamond on your ring finger that you bought for these occasions.

She sneers at you. “Oh, please. You’re telling me that man that fucked me last night is married?”

You happen to see her skirt near you and throw it at her. “Yes! Now get the fuck out of my house!”

She drops the sheet unashamedly and starts getting dressed. You cross your arms and tap your foot out of annoyance. She looks over at you. “Does he always fuck other women?”

“That’s really none of your business.”

She grabs her clutch lying on the floor and goes to leave. She pauses once she’s beside you and looks you up and down in a very judging manner.

“You know, maybe if you put some effort into your appearance and lost some of that gut, he wouldn’t fuck other women.”

You’re about to open your mouth to retort when, “You better watch your fuckin mouth. That’s my wife you’re talking to.”

Her gaze switches to Ransom who is passing by on his phone. Her jaw drops open in shock. “Are you kidding me? You’re the one that hit on me last night, remember?”

He just shrugs his shoulders and tells the person on the other end of his call goodbye. “She was out of town and I was bored. Plus she gets off on it.”

She looks between the two of you before scoffing with disgust. “You guys are fucking psycho. Lose my number.”

He just chuckles and yells down at her retreating form on the stairs. “You’re acting like I even kept it.”

Once the door slams shut, you start going about straightening his bedroom.

“What are you doing?”

You start gathering the sheets and look at him confused. “I thought you’d want me to change the bed?”

“No. I need you to start getting ready for our trip to New York this weekend.”

Now you’re really lost. “New York? What are you talking about? There was nothing about a trip in your email?”

He starts scrolling through his phone and waives a dismissive hand at you. “Yeah, disregard that email. I need you to drive me to New York for the weekend. I just got off the phone with Harlan and he needs me to do some business for him.”

You throw the bed clothes on the ground. “Why am I coming with you? I usually don’t go on trips with you.”

He looks up from his phone and shrugs his shoulders. “Cause I want you-I mean cause I might need you for something.”

You give him an unsure look. “Isn’t it supposed to snow tonight though?”

He glances back down at his phone, you’re assuming to check the weather, and then meets your gaze again. “Just says a chance of snow. I’m sure we’ll be fine. Don’t worry about the sheets, the maid can get them. Why don’t you go home and get ready and come back to pick me up around 6?”

Good. You didn’t want to wash his whorey sheets anyways. “Fine. I’ll be back around then. Should I make a reservation at the plaza?”

“Yeah, yeah. Good idea. Make them til Sunday. And make sure to get suites.”

You give him a thumbs up before leaving.

That was odd. He’s never wanted you to go with him on trips before? Oh well, he was an odd one.   

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You spend the rest of your day making the reservations at the plaza and packing for the trip. You aren’t sure what kind of business he is conducting so you made sure to pack not only casual but dressy clothes as well.

You pull back into his driveway right at 6 on the dot. You let yourself into his house with the key he gave you and see his luggage sitting by the door. You start to grab it when Ransom comes out of nowhere and takes it from you. “I got this. Are you all ready to go?”

You nod your head. “Yep. The GPS is set up. Says we should arrive around 10:30 depending on any stops we make.”

He grabs the rest of his luggage and heads outside with you. “Sounds perfect. And I don’t plan on making any stops so if you have to pee, I suggest you do it now.”

You lock up since his hands are clearly full and roll your eyes. “I’m not a kid Ransom. I peed before I left my apartment.”

You both head towards your car. You pop the trunk so he can place his luggage inside. You go ahead and get settled in the driver’s seat.

He gets in the passenger seat and settles in for the drive. “Alright, let’s get this show on the road!”

You’re only about an hour and a half into your trip when the snow starts. At first it’s just a light dusting. But the next thing you know, it turns into what looks like a blizzard. It’s covering the roads way too quick for your liking.

“Ransom it’s starting to stick. I think we should pull over.”

He glances up from his iPad, totally oblivious to the weather. “I think you’re exaggerating a little there, honey. It’s not that-“

And that’s when you hit a patch of ice and lose control of the car.

You remain as calm as you can and just begin pumping your brakes. You gain back control and quickly pull off at the next exit. Ransom looks over at you in confusion. “That wasn’t our exit. What are you doing?”

While concentrating on seeing if there are any hotels at this exit you respond, “I’m not taking any chances Ransom. Did you not feel us lose control back there?”

He just shrugs his shoulders, annoyed. “Well, yeah. But you took back control pretty quick. I think we should keep going.”

Thankfully, you see that there is a hotel not even a mile up the road. “Well then I’m going to this hotel and getting a room for the night. If you want to keep going, I suggest you rent a car.”

He opens his mouth to argue but you cut him off. “I’m not risking my life or my car, Hughbert. Fire me if you must.”

You are able to pull into the parking lot of the hotel safely. You leave the car on after grabbing your wallet to head inside, not even giving Ransom a chance to respond.

You’re greeted with a warm smile from the front desk clerk. “Hello! Welcome to the Drury Inn! How can I help you?”

You return her smile. “Yes, hi! I was needing 2 rooms for the night please.”

She nods and looks at the computer. “Did you have a reservation?”

You shake your head. “I’m sorry but I don’t. We were on our way to New York when the snow kind of snuck up on us.”

She gives you a sympathetic look. “Well I’m sorry sweetie but we have a convention in town this weekend and I believe we are all sold out. But let me take a second look.”

You silently pray there’s at least one room so you don’t have to sleep in your car.

“Aha! Looks like you’re in luck! We just had a cancellation!”

“I’ll take it!”

“It’s only for one room though. I know you were wanting 2. And it’s a king bed. Will that be alright?”

You think about it for only a minute. Anything is better than the alternative. “Yes, we will manage just fine!” You hand her your driver’s license and the credit card Ransom gave you for things like this.

She inputs your information and gets keys made for your room. She lets you know where your room is and suggests parking in the back. You thank her again and head back to the car. You can tell even before you get in that Ransom is sulking.

You open your door and reach inside to grab your keys. “Come on, we got the last room they had.”

Ransom gives you a look. “Fine. But as soon as the sun rises, we’re gone. I have a meeting at 9 for Harlan.”

You salute him. “Aye, Aye boss.”

You grab your luggage and just decide to go back in through the front with Ransom sulking behind you. You make sure to give the clerk a smile as you walk to the elevator.

You go up to the third floor and find your room pretty quickly. Only when you open the door do you remember there was only one bed. This should be interesting.

Ransom is quick to realize this. “Well, looks like we’ll be sleeping together.”

You turn around and point your finger at him. “Yes. And we are going to act like adults about it aren’t we?”

He puts his hands up in surrender. “Whatever you say, honey. I won’t be the one starting any funny business.”

You scoff and go over to the left side of the bed. “Well I sure as hell won’t be either.”

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Luckily, there is room service so you’re both able to order some dinner. Once both of you are full and showered, you decide to go to bed considering he was making you get up ‘as soon as the sun rises’.

You are able to have some space between you 2 at least. You don’t know if you could honestly control yourself if you were any closer. You really needed to get yourself in check.

After about an hour of not being able to sleep, you notice that it’s starting to cool down in the room. You turn over and look over at Ransom who’s already looking at you. “Do you think it’s gotten colder in here?”

He shrugs his left shoulder. “I suppose a little. Why don’t you go turn up the heat?”

You sigh and get out of bed. You go over to the heater by the window. It’s switched to on but it’s clearly not working. You go back to bed to get under the covers and grab the phone to dial the front desk.

“Front desk.”

“Yes, hi. I’m sorry to bother you but this is room 313 and I think our heat stopped working.”

“I’m so sorry about that. Unfortunately our nighttime maintenance guy wasn’t able to make it in due to the weather.”

“Oh, well. Is there anything that can be done?”

“Well, if it doesn’t come back on all night, I won’t make you pay for your stay. And you are welcome to as many extra blankets as you need.”

“Okay, well thank you very much. I think I’ll take a couple please.”

“Sure thing, I’ll bring them up in just a few minutes.”

You hang up and turn to Ransom. “Well we’re getting extra blankets.”

He looks at you confused. “Why not just have them fix the heater?”

“Cause the maintenance guy isn’t here because of the snow. And this was the last room when we checked in so I guess we’re stuck.”

His look turns into a smirk. “Well then I guess we’re going to have to get closer to keep warm. You know, body heat and all that.”

Before you have a chance to retort, you hear a knock at the door. You get up and greet the front desk lady and thank her for the extra blankets. You spread one out on top of the comforter and put the other one on the foot of the bed. It’s even colder than it was a minute ago. You quickly get back under the covers.

You turn away from Ransom and get settled. Just as you close your eyes, Ransom reaches around and puts his hand on your belly and scoots you right up against him.

You try to wriggle free. “Stop it, Y/N. This will seriously keep us warmer.”

Realizing he’s right, you stop resisting and try your best to relax against him. God, does it feel good. Too good.

Ransom tucks his face into the crook of your neck and wraps his arm around you a little tighter. You go to shift a little to get more comfy when you feel him against your ass. You let out a slight gasp.

You can hear the small groan that escapes Ransom’s mouth. Oh my. You need to hear that again. You ‘accidentally’ rub your ass up against his erection again. It does the trick. This groan is louder than the last one.

Before you can do it again, Ransom flips you so that you’re facing him and grabs your right leg to hook it around his hip and gets a hold of your ass to hold you against him. You look up into his eyes and see his usual blue ones have turned shades darker.

You bite your bottom lip and decide to keep teasing him. You attempt to grind into him when you’re met with a swift smack to your ass. “Oh, honey. You know you really shouldn’t tease me.”

You give him an innocent look. “I’m not sure I know what you’re meaning. I’m just trying to get comfortable.”

The look on his face is obvious that he doesn’t believe you. “Seriously, Y/N. Knock it off. I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.”

Holy shit. So he wants you. Should you go for it?

Fuck it.

You try to lean in for a kiss when he pulls away. “No, Y/N.”

Oh. So you misread the situation.

He doesn’t want you.

He must see the rejected look on your face because he’s quick to press his left hand to your cheek. “It’s not that I don’t want you, honey. Because god, do I want you. But I can’t.”

You furrow your brows. “Why not? It’s okay if you want to.”

He gives you a sad smile. “Because I know that if we do this, I’ll want it again and again. And you deserve so much more than that. More than me.”

You press your right hand against his cheek. “Ransom, look. I want you. For more than just sex. I hate having to pretend I don’t have feelings for you because I do.”

He moves his hand to your back and presses his forehead against yours. “I don’t deserve you, Y/N. I’ve never even been in a relationship. I know I’ll fuck it up. I mean look at my parents. My family. I just don’t want to hurt you.”

You press yourself as close to him as you can get. “Ransom I have been in relationships and I can’t promise you I wouldn’t fuck it up either. Sometimes you hurt people who you love the most. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try anyway. Because I think we’d be damn good together.”

He looks at you with hopeful eyes. “Love? Do you-do you love me?”

You move your gaze down out of embarrassment. But Ransom puts his finger under your chin and moves it back up. He looks at you expectantly. “If not, that’s okay. I mean I’m pretty sure that I love you. Although I’m not quite sure what that really feels like.”

You grab the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss. He lets out a soft moan as soon as your lips meet. You tangle your fingers in his hair as he starts rubbing his left hand up and down your back.

It feels surreal to finally be kissing him. And it’s so much better than anything your mind could come up with. It doesn’t even feel like a first kiss. It feels like you’ve been doing this since forever. Like you should’ve been doing this the whole time.

And now that you know what it feels like? You’re not sure you could ever go a day without it again.

Eventually you both have to breathe so you pull away. Not by much though. You rest your forehead against his again. “Like that. Love feels like that.”

After you both catch your breaths, he catches your gaze again. “I promise I’ll do my best to love you back because I want to know what it feels like to be loved by you. I’ll tell you right now I’m not going to be perfect. But for you, I’ll try. And you have my full permission to kick my ass if I screw up.”

You giggle. “Oh, don’t you worry Hughbert. I won’t be afraid to kick your ass.”

His eyes darken again. “What did you just call me?”

You confidently say, “Hughbert.”

He pushes you until you’re caged underneath him. You look up at him with surprised eyes. “Whatcha gonna do about it, Hughy?”

He gives you an evil smirk as he leans down to whisper in your ear, “I guess I’ll just have to suck on that pretty little clit until you’re screaming Ransom.”

A shiver runs down your spine. You need that more than you’ve ever needed anything. “Psh. Good luck with that, Hughbert.”

He leans back up and starts trailing kisses down your neck. When he reaches a certain sensitive spot, he stops and gives it extra attention. You begin writhing under him and try to push him away from that spot. He growls and grabs your hands and puts them above your head and lifts away from your neck just long enough to utter, “If these move again without my permission, I stop. Got it?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” He only spends a few more minutes on that spot, making sure to leave a mark. He continues his trail downwards until he reaches your breasts. Since you’re not wearing a bra he can see that your nipples are at attention. He playfully nips at one eliciting a squeal from you. He moves his hands to the bottom of your shirt and looks up at you for permission.

You’ve never nodded faster.

He achingly slowly lifts your shirt off and throws it somewhere in the room. He takes your right nipple into his mouth while he starts kneading your left breast with his right hand. You let out a small moan at that.

Unfortunately for you, his left hand remains planted on the bed. You would prefer it elsewhere. You keep trying to grind up against him to get some sort of much needed friction. He just presses himself further against you to cease your movements.

You let out a little sigh of frustration. He releases your nipple with a pop and starts moving towards the other breast. “Patience, honey. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

Before you can retort, he’s put your other nipple into his mouth to give it the same attention as the other one. Which is now being carefully kneaded by his other hand.

He only teases you for another few minutes before he continues his descent downwards, nipping and kissing you anywhere he can reach.

He reaches the waistband of the shorts you’re wearing and presses teasing kisses all across the edge of your shorts causing you to let out a huff of frustration. He lets out a laugh against your skin before moving down and pressing a kiss right to your clothed clit.

You let out a pathetic little whimper. “Please, don’t tease me. I’ll be good. Ransom, please.”

He smirks up at you as he removes your shorts. “I’ve barely started and already got you begging like a little slut. And no panties? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were hoping something would happen.”

You’re about to give a smart ass comment when Ransom grabs your hips and buries his face against your cunt.

He starts peppering kisses all over except the one place you really want him. You whine out totally aware of how pathetic you sound. But you’d do anything for him to give attention to your clit.

He stops the kisses and begins circling your clit with his tongue, careful not to touch it too much. He then moves down and gives attention to your lips and opening, nipping and licking his way around. You let out your most pathetic sound yet which catches his attention. “Don’t worry, honey. I got you.”

With that, he wraps his lips around your aching clit. You arch your back and thread one of your hands through his hair. He groans against your cunt, liking the feeling of your fingers pulling his hair. He doesn’t even care that he told you not to move them.

He starts sucking with a little more vigor and reaches his right middle finger down to start teasing your opening. He only puts the tip in before he takes it back out and circles it around again.

You lift his head off of your pussy and look him in the eye. “I promise to never call you Hughbert again if you stop teasing me and fuck me with your fingers.”

He gives you a smile that looks especially naughty with your juices all over his face. “You’re too easy, honey.”

He dives back in and wraps his lips around your clit again and inserts his first and middle finger into your pussy. He starts pumping them slowly, gradually picking up speed.

The sucking on your clit is getting more intense and you can tell you’re going to fall over the edge at any minute. You arch off the bed and start chanting his name, Ransom, out loud.

He looks up at you and almost cums in his pants at the sight of you losing control. It makes him pick up the thrusting of his fingers even more. He then bites down on your clit and that does it. You free fall over the edge. Your hand in his hair grips tighter and you grind up against his face as you ride out your high.

Once it starts to feel too sensitive, you push his head away. He chuckles and wipes his face off on the inside of your thighs. “A little sensitive there, honey?”

You pull on his hair, indicating you want him to come back up. Of course he has to slowly kiss his way back up your body, stopping at your breasts once again. Although this time he starts grinding his clothed erection against your bare pussy. “Oh, fuck Ransom. Please, need it.”

He raises up on his knees and takes his shirt off in that sexy way that guys do. He grabs his dick over his pants and starts rubbing. “Yeah, you need this cock, honey?”

You reach out to join his hand and start to realize how big he actually is. Oh fuck. “Yeah. Need it inside, please.”

He lowers his pants enough for his long, thick cock to spring free. It smacks against his abdomen. He grabs it and starts slapping it against your pussy. “Such a good girl, using her manners. Just for that, I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”

He leans down over you and pulls you in for a passionate kiss. “Just let me know if I need to stop and I will, okay?”

You nod. “I will. Just please.”

He guides his cock to your entrance and slowly starts to push in. The initial stretch burns a little and you let out a slight whimper. He looks up at you. “You okay?”

“Yes, just please don’t stop.”

After what feels like forever, he finally pushes all the way in. He stays still for a moment and rests his forehead against yours. “God damn you feel so good. Look, I love you Y/N, but I’m gonna fuck you like a whore now, okay?”

You look at him wide eyed, a little scared because of the size of him. But you’re never one to back down from a challenge. “Fuck me then, Ransom.  I want to feel you for days.”

He raises up on his knees and grabs a hold of your hips and goes right into fast, hard thrusts. You wrap your legs around his waist and lock your ankles together. Fuck he feels amazing. It stings a little but it feels way too amazing for him to stop. You know you’ll be sore tomorrow.

He looks down at you and smirks. “I always knew you’d feel good but fuck, Y/N.” He moves his right hand up to your breasts and goes back and forth between them, kneading and pinching your nipples.

You cover his left hand that’s still on your hip with your right hand and grab on. He takes the hint and lets go to interlock your fingers together and rests them back on your hip. Still sensitive from your first orgasm, you can already feel another one quickly approaching. He can feel it too.

He decides he’s not ready yet and pulls out. You don’t even have time to realize what is going on before you’re flipped onto your stomach. You go to get up on your hands and knees but Ransom pushes you back down. He straddles your legs and pushes back into you, resuming his previous thrusting.

Jesus Christ. He feels even bigger in this position. He rests one hand on your hip and occasionally smacks your ass with the other one.

Even though he stopped you from your orgasm, it doesn’t take long for another, more intense one to start building.

“Ransom, gonna cum. Please, please let me cum.”

He starts fucking you a little harder, a littler faster. He is able to get a hand under you to start circling your clit. “Then do it, honey. Soak this cock. Then I’m gonna fill you up. Would you like that?”

You eagerly nod. “Yes! Please fill me up! Need it!”

He changes the angle of his hips just slightly and adds just a little pressure to your clit and you’re gone. Your release sets off his and he groans your name out as he unloads into you. He gives a few more shallow thrusts before pulling out and falling down besides you face first on the bed.

Still on your stomach, you turn your head to face him. That’s all you’re really able to move at the moment anyway. You’re pretty sure if you tried to get up and walk right now, you’d fall down.

After a few moments, he moves his head to look at you. “Well, fuck. We should have done that a lot sooner.” Then you both burst out laughing.

The high from sex starts wearing off and the chill from earlier sets back in. You both grab for each other and cover yourselves back up with the blankets. You wrap your arms around his waist, tuck your face into the crook of his neck, and hook your leg over his waist. He was right, body heat definitely keeps you warmer.

He wraps the arm that isn’t under this head around your waist. You sigh in contentment and close your eyes, waiting for sleep to take you.

You then feel a slap to your ass and let out a little squeal. “Better get plenty of rest. We have to get up in only,” he checks his phone, “about 6 hours.”

You groan into his neck, completely forgetting he wanted to get up at the ass crack of dawn. “Whatever you say. Goodnight.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

You smile softly against his neck. “I love you too, Hughbert.”

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NSFW hcs for a poly relationship w Tim Drake and Kon-el

I know what you’re thinking; Tim’s a total bottom and Kon’s a bratty sub

However, may I present to you:

Bratty sub!Tim and obedient sub!Kon

I just feel like Kon would constantly be seeking out validation and wanting your praise, while Tim wants to be treated a little bit rougher

*cue Tim purposely misbehaving to get punished*

These two honestly have such a unique and cute dynamic that I feel like they would both feed off of each other’s behavior, though

Tim is being bratty? Suddenly you have a bratty Kon on your hands too

Y’all’s dom/sub dynamics would extend to outside of the bedroom

Mostly things to make sure your boys are taking care of themselves

Ofc, you’re very understanding about heroing and all that stuff, but there are still some rules they have to follow:

When they don’t have patrol, they must be in bed by midnight

Tim is only allowed 4 cups of coffee a day (he tried to argue 5 but was threatened to be reduced to 3)

No cumming/masturbating without your permission

Similarly, no getting each other off without your permission

They MUST tell you IMMEDIATELY if they are injured

They have to take at least 1 day a week off

They must eat 3 solid meals a day looking at you Tim

Both boys call you mommy bc *ahem* mommy issues and I have a mommy kink ok what about it

Pet names you call Kon: sweets, lovey, supes

Pet names you call Tim: pretty boy, pretty bird, Timmy

Tim loves to rile Kon up until he snaps and next thing you know both boys have broken the no cumming rule

Ofc, you have to punish them because mommies always stay true to their word

For Kon, this means edging him until he’s a crying, shaking, whiny mess begging to finally cum

“P-please! I won’t break the rules - ah! - again! Just please let m-me cum, mommy!”

“Hmmm, I don’t know. I’m not sure you’ve learned your lesson yet, lovey.” You pretended to contemplate letting him cum, even though both of you knew that wasn’t happening anytime soon. He had broken the rules, after all. Edging was always so much fun with Kon, too. Spread out on the silk sheets, hair damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead - he looked absolutely ravishing. His poor cock was an angry red as it strained against his stomach. Certain you had waited long enough he wouldn’t cum the second you touched him, your hand returned to his sensitive cock. Kon immediately arched off the bed as he tried to decide whether he wanted to chase the sensation or run from it. Your other hand slowly slipped back down between his tan thighs. Gently tracing his rim, you relished his whines and pleas to just fuck him already. Who am I to deny my sweet boy what he wants? Teasingly, you pressed you finger in up to the first knuckle only to pull it right back out. You had all night to stretch him out, after all.

Conversely, Tim always gets spanked for his punishment

Although, is it really a punishment if he enjoys it?

Bend him over your lap and slap his ass until it’s red and burning

Make him count, too

“Eleven! I’ll - hnnn - be good Mommy! Won’t do it again!”

“Just like you wouldn’t do it this time last time this happened, right, pretty bird?” Smirking, you lifted you hand and slapped it back down across his pale ass. Well, it was pale before you started. Now it flushed a beautiful red, slightly more red than the blush dancing across his face. You paused your spanks to grope his cheeks, feeling them burn with heat beneath your hands. Despite all his begging, you knew your pretty boy didn’t actually want to stop. The leaking cock pressing into your thigh was enough proof. Smiling to yourself, you raised your hand to finish his punishment.

What are their rewards when they’re good?

Tim’s is oral. He loves giving and receiving. Let him sit between you or Kon’s legs and work his magic and he’ll be down there until you force him up

Kon loves overstimulation. Especially if it’s from riding your thigh. He could do it all day every day, honestly

Both of your boys love it when you have one ride the other’s cock. The way you guide them both, one sinking down on the other’s cock and the other trying not to buck into the tight, wet heat is addicting

Aftercare is by far all of y’all’s favorite part

You normally run a hot bath with bath salts in Tim’s giant rich boy bathtub

You’ll wash both their hair and then, cleaning any release off of them and then leaving them to soak while you quickly get clean in the shower

Next, you’ll dry them off and help them slip into boxers (any other clothing is too irritating for their overstimulated and overly sensitive skin right now) while cooing at them

A snack, brushing teeth, and lots of water is next

After all this is done, you tuck your boys into bed on either side of you while whispering how well they did and how proud you are of them

Finally, you all fall asleep safe and sound and grossly in love with each other

I hope you all enjoyed! Constructive criticism is always welcome; I’m a new writer and always looking to learn and improve. Thank you for reading!

[melancholyhigh]

sooo... i just read your "sunrise" fic and i'm obsessed. the plot was great and the way you narrated the feelings and the setting??? i'm in love. i live for your subby!leon. i don't know if you're taking requests right now but i would love to read more about him:)

MIDDAY.

ft. brother’s best friend!leon x afab!reader

synopsis. your mom thinks leon is a bad influence on your brother, but only if she knew how much of a good boy he is.

content. 0.6k words. smut. subby leon, handjob, begging, praise kink, thigh riding (?), edging, marking, sneaking around.

note. ty for the requests anon !! <33 it’s basically a 1.5 to sunrise. sorry for being so inactive :( tryna get through some requests <3 lmk if u guys would like a full sequel to sunrise tho!!

masterlist. reblogs & comments are appreciated :3

You couldn’t fathom how your mother could dislike Leon. He was one of your brother’s friends who didn’t actively try to be a nuisance to your neighbourhood, and it was shocking when they even became acquaintances – let alone best friends. 

She says he’s a bad influence on your brother, but he’s the kindest boy ever met. You must be biased because you think he’s a very good boy. He’s especially good when he’s beneath you, his blue eyes brimmed with tears, begging you to let him come, but, oh, doesn’t your perfect boy have such nice manners?

“Please, please, please, ‘m so close,” he’s sobbing as you continue to move your hand up and down his throbbing cock. Your digits are stained with tacky precum, thumbing the sensitive head. He was so gorgeous, rosy cheeks stained with tears, and his lips all swollen and slick with spit.

You told him a few minutes ago to quiet down — you’ll get caught, but he continues to whine and plead. You're beginning to think he wants to be seen at your mercy, crying for you. His soft whimpers and quiet moans get you aroused, soaking through your shorts, and Leon can feel you on his thighs where you’ve made yourself comfortable. It drove him mad when you rut against him, trying to soothe the ache between your legs that he caused.

He wants nothing more than for you to strip down and sit on his face for him to lap at your cunt like a starved man. Instead, you are entranced with him, admiring the cute expressions he makes when you give his dick a firm squeeze. He’d say it’s humiliating if it didn’t feel so good to be under you, panting and sobbing.

Arching his back, Leon feels his impending orgasm creep up on him, only to dissipate rather than crash when you cease your movements on his erection entirely. Head digging further into your pillow, he whines loudly, only to be muffled by your lips moving against his. Despite the seemingly delicate way in which you touch his body, your lips are hungry against his, tasting him as you stifle his moans.

Your lips trail from his to the sensitive skin of his neck, sucking red marks that were too difficult to hide, but that was the point. Your brother had congratulated him for finally getting some when he saw the purplish bruises on his fair skin. He chuckled at the irony of him fucking his sibling, boyishly rubbing the back of his neck.

“P- please, fuck, angel. Can I come?” he pleads. Leaning back on his thighs, you let your nails scrape the flesh on his chest and stomach, allowing red scratches to rise in its paths. He feels you shift on his thighs, subtly grinding your needy cunt on him as he begs for your attention on his cock. 

You had been denying his release for too long now, but you finally had time with him for yourself, so you wanted to abuse it to the best of your ability. When he peers up at you, gripping your hips so eagerly as moans slip past his parted lips, you want to give him to the moon and more. 

“You’ve been so good f’me, Leon. So pretty ‘nd obedient. I think you deserved to come,” you whisper back to him, gripping his length once more and pumping him slowly. Your words are almost enough to make him come undone into an incoherent mess, and when you squeeze the tip of his cock, his soft tummy clenches as ropes of his thick cum spurt out his overtly sensitive dick onto his chest.

Peppering his face with kisses, you mumble soft praises as you take care of him.

“You’re such a good boy for me, baby. I love you s’much.”

[butch-bitch-dyke]

Some Stuff(tm) about the MOGAI Wiki but not what you're expecting

(I was not involved in... whatever the fuck Kris did and left before that happened, I am bewildered.)

Hi! I’m not sharing my name, though you might be able to guess. Refer to me as "butch" or "dyke" and use it/its pronouns.

I used to be a MOGAI coiner, centering on pagan, lesbian, and Latin identity. I also used to be an extremely prolific editor for what is now the Mogai Wiki (the Ezgender Wiki, when I was an editor), writing 40+ full pages and editing possibly 200+. And I left because of transmisogyny. Fun.

At the time, the wiki & Discord didn’t have a single active transfem mod. The only mod who is maybe transfem was extremely inactive to the point I’d never seen them post anything in the server. This remains the case, apparently. (Can't say I'm shocked the owner left due to being overly defensive given the incident this post is about.)

The server was also very, very absent of transfems. I think there were maybe three of us total that I saw.

So, the incident that caused me to leave:

One of the (at the time) admins messaged in a chat asking if it was okay to identify as [transmisogynistic slur]. Said admin was transmasculine. A member (who is prominent in the MOGAI community) linked a Wiki page I wrote on the term, that explained extremely clearly with sources why [slur] should not be used by non-transfems. And was seemingly used to say “yes, it’s cool.”

I entered the conversation and politely asked if they actually read the article. They had.

I then said that, since they knew better—and since their first time fully deciding to use the term was after knowing better—using it would be extremely transmisogynistic.

They did not like that.

I was accused of erasing gay male history. They tried to convince me that I was wrong about the term’s origins. They refused to even at least censor the word on request if they were going to continue saying it. When I said I was the only transfem present and was being ignored which, bad look, [prominent community member] said I wasn’t. I… definitely was. I knew all the people involved were transmasc or transneutral, because I knew them personally. I was told I was doing “discourse” and ordered to stop speaking on the issue by (again, transmasc) mods.

So I muted the server for a few days, because that experience was fucking degrading.

When I finally looked back on it, i found [different transmasc admin] had pulled me in a ticket, and warned me for “biased articles” and “hateful language.”

The biased articles? [Slur]. Obviously. And one article on the black triangle that was at worst biased towards not erasing Roma experiences regarding the Holocaust, which had been up for months (and read by mods) with no prior issue. That article was from November. This issue was in January.

The hateful language? A message from the week before reading “cis people are cancelled, men are cancelled, transmascs are cancelled, this is so transmisogynistic” when explicitly speaking about transmisogny regarding [slur] a week prior. Which, I’m so sorry that I hurt your feelings by generalizing when calling out bigotry that you immediately turned around and perpetuated. Point proven for me, though. (If you “not all men me” on this I swear I will bite your legs off.)

I then found that [transmasc owner] had rewritten the entire page to almost entirely be about gay and trans men. They removed my transfem primary sources. They removed the definition’s source and didn’t bother sourcing a new one. They watered down every place I mentioned it was a transmisogynistic slur to downplay or fully erase the term’s history as one. The majority of historical context I provided was deleted without replacement. To be clear: [slur] is an equivalent slur to tr-p. Like. 100%. Which is part of what my sources discussed.

The only transfem sources they included? Naturally, transfems saying it was totally okay because “we all experience transphobia” and “the gay and transfem community are really close,” which is just… extremely ignorant of history and also definitely a minority opinion in the transfeminine community. The slur is transmisogynistic. Not transphobic, not homophobic, not femmephobic. It is a slur against specifically AMAB transfems & trans women.

So, naturally, I was fucking pissed.

I may have written a very long, very angry reply, as one does when implicitly accused of ‘tranmisandry’ for calling out transmisogyny by a transmasc. Essentially, it was pointing out the issues I said above. Then I left.

For a few days I did not unfriend the moderators. I never blocked them, and they can easily find my Discord and Tumblr. It’s been four months with no message or apology, and last I checked the page is still what the former owner "corrected" it to, so I don’t see how I could be expected to believe the wiki or people involved changed.

Currently, only two mods for the wiki were there when I was a member. Only one of said mods was involved in the issue. So I’ll give the new mods benefit of the doubt.

But yeah, you guys wonder why you don’t see a lot of transfems active in the MOGAI community? Why every wiki seems so devoid of us? This shit is why.

You all are only against your idea of transmisogyny, not committed to protecting transfems. You hate TERFs more than you love trans women.

You can’t stop talking about how TERF ideology is just as bad for transmascs when they literally want all transfems murdered—yeah, they hurt transmascs a lot, but they’re killing us. You can't stop trying to make transmisogyny about you. You refuse to analyze transmasc-specific bigotry through any lense other than comparison to transmisogyny.

If you get told to stop using one slur, get a little uncomfortable, feel like we’re being too mean? That “allyship” goes straight out of the window.

You’re more averse to speciesism than transmisogyny. You’re more upset by “kinnie” than by [slur].

Maybe treat us like you give a shit, and fucking listen. Then you might realize that, hey, this community isn’t just transmascs and enbies, and it never has been.

(on the slur censored in this post:)

[Slur], which some might have guessed, is femboy. While transmascs and gay men use it… a lot, now, it originated in the 90s as a sibling term for trap, but even more sexualized. As in, it literally came from the same discussion boards.

The main difference, and why the f-mboy is even more sexualized, is that since they’re not “deceiving” men, they can have very visible bulges. This is also why the term is extremely pornographic, reclaimed or not, and minors really need to stop throwing around.

Frankly, the whole queer men "reclaiming" it has made it way fucking worse. Conflating a slur calling trans women men with queer men is extremely fucking gross. "Reclaiming" other communities' trauma and erasing them from the discussion is gross. (And, no, "I wan't a term with history" isn't an excuse when that history is the sexualization, trafficking, and murder of trans women. Want historical terms? Scroll down.)

The movements formed around it are cool. Yay feminine men. But the use of the slur is still violently transphobic even if the culture is nice.

It feels a bit too late to stop completely at this point, but the least you (and the MOGAI Wiki) could do is not actively spread transmisogynistic misinformation on the word.

If you're looking for alternatives that don't fuck over transfems, consider:

Lavender boy - Much more history within the gay community, and more of a connection to queer men than f-mboy will ever had. Referring to a feminine queer man/masc. 1920s

Rosboy - A modern equivalent to the exact definition of f-mboy used by queer men/mascs, but this time the definition used is accurate to the term itself.

Tomgirl - Opposite of tomboy

Femme - Literally just femme. We've had femme the whole time. Just use it

Femme man, masc, guy, etc. - See femme

Make something up, or do your own research! Both are definitely options for anyone

Also, yes I have sources on all of this, I'm just not posting them publicly because I would be immediately outed if I did. If anyone involved/in the Discord wants to back me up without saying who I am or showing my user/nickname, feel free.

[fourfucksake]

let it snow

request: Can you do something with Chris sleeping with a friend? Maybe she comes and stays over and it snowed to hard for her to leave. They watch a movie and drink a little and it leads to rough sex on the couch?

pairing: chris evans x fem!black!reader

warnings: language, smut

word count: 2k

p.s i’m sorry for being inactive! i’m fine, just lazy

Visiting Chris right before Christmas was a tradition that we both shared for a long time. A few years ago, we met while filming a movie together, and our friendship blossomed very quickly. Being casted for that movie was my first role ever; back then, the show-biz, “the” Hollywood was truly one big puzzle that I had to solve on my own. The role I had wasn’t big nor significant, but it meant everything to me. The memories from those filming days were so close to my heart. Not to mention the friendship I built with Chris Evans that was also very dear to myself.

In that movie, I played the girl Chris slept with several times and at the end she finally got him to solve a mystery which led to a plot twist. Despite this description, the role wasn’t really that big, and I only had like three scenes where my character was somehow important. As imagined, all the sex talks we had as our characters were the start of me developing crush on him. Yes, I adored him as a fan for years but after that once scene where we almost kissed (and had to reshoot it way too many times) made me go crazy over him. It was downright embarrassing that literally no man that I have ever slept with made me as turned on as Chris did by almost kissing me.

“Chris!” I yelled while greeting him, giving his body a warm hug. His huge arms wrapped around me always gave me the snuggest feeling inside, I loved the smallest touch of his affection on myself. A loud laugh left my lips as he picked me up, completely erasing the distance between us. I gave him a small peck on a cheek before my feet were back again on the ground. “No Dodger?” I asked out of curiosity after not being able to spot one of my favourite creatures. “Nope, not today. He is with Scott, I left him there since I only came to this house for a couple of days before going back to my brother’s. Didn’t want to move him around like that, you know?” He explained as he rested his shoulder on the doorframe while I undressed from the heavy winter clothing. I hanged my big, fluffy coat and took my boots off before we entered his big living room.

Our “Christmas Dinner” was filled with laughs and banter. I almost forgot how amusing Chris really was, he always did everything to make the other person laugh out loud. Being with him was always great fun and however horrible that sounds I was ecstatic when the snowfall outside transformed into an apocalypse. Of course, I pretended that I really need to head back home, and nothing will stop me, but Chris refused to let me leave in this weather. After twenty minutes of going back and forth in argument, I gave up. He seemed pleased which was a relief because I would’ve hated feeling like I’m not wanted.

Chris made us both a cup of hot chocolate as we continued to talk. We made a promise regarding Christmas gift, swearing on each other’s lives that they will only be unwrapped on an actual Christmas Day. Still, I had a feeling he will open his as soon as I leave through that door. My eyes rolled as he deliberated about how his gift was surely better than mine, Tired of his annoying whimpers, I picked a TV remote and started looking through films on Disney+. “This will shut you up for like an hour or, at least I hope so,” I said with a silly face and showed him the middle finger as he laughed in response.

Focusing on the TV screen, I tried not to think about different, erotic scenarios of the both of us. His presence near me was enough to make my thoughts livid. His hand was placed on my knee, which I could not stop thinking about, no matter how hard I tried to. If Chris knew what my dirty thoughts were including him in, he would most likely show me where the door is. Or, possibly, throw me out of the window. I couldn't help but stress in his presence. It was simply not possible not to. When I thought I could control myself around him, he would start stroking my thigh, driving my consciousness crazy. He could sense that I was nervous, or at least I thought that he could, because he looked at me with his bug puppy eyes. He said nothing, just stared in the bluntest way possible. I returned the stare, unable to form words that would make any sense.

Gazing into my eyes, he positioned his hand on my cheek. Involuntarily, a familiar shiver ran through my entire body. Ugh, he was perfect, and I hated him for it. I just knew I was not the only girl to feel this way about him. You didn’t have to know him to lust over his self. I opened my lips as he began to approach me, getting closer to my face with every millisecond. Our lips finally joined in a passionate kiss. My hand quickly rested on top of his, caressing the skin on his fingers which were placed on my face. My hormones were screaming and in a spare of the moment, (and inflow of confidence) I moved onto his laps and sat on them straddling. I took over the situation with dominance, but Chris quickly took it back when he put his hands on my ass and lifted me up to lay myself on my back on the couch.

“I wanted to do this for so long, you have no idea,” He whispered right into my lips as his hand slipped under the fabric of my sweatshirt. A long, drawn-out moan escaped my mouth as his lips found their way to the skin on my neck. I was panting hard with my mouth open. One of my hands landed between the locks of his hair that I pulled on. I cursed softly under my breath as his fingers tightened on my hip and then moved to my breasts that were still covered by the fabric of my top and lace bra.

“So damn beautiful.”  His words sounded like a tune to my ears. Now, I could confirm that no compliments sounded better than those formed by Mr. Chris Evans himself. His fingers sneaked into my private part once again as they slipped under my leggings. I consciously and willingly let them do so. I was already excited, maybe even more than I wanted to admit. Rarely has a man managed to bring me to this state by not doing anything special, but Chris definitely did.

My mind was full of thoughts concerning what we were doing in this very moment. Has he already done this with some other naive aspiring actress? Am I just another name on his long list waiting to be crossed out? My morals and standards, and more importantly, my substantial self-respect were all screaming at me right about now. Unfortunately, my thirst and excitement won the arguments inside my head. “Chris, p-please,” I whispered and desperately pulled the hair at the top of his head. “F-Fuck me,” My lips finally formed a dreadful plea for more.

Chris didn't wait any longer, as if I gave him an order that he had to obey. He quickly deprived my body of all of its clothing, his hungry gaze followed my flesh this whole time. He was discovering every inch of my skin for the first time, concentrating on it as if he wanted to remember every single detail. I did not want to do any worse than him, therefore my hands also started a fight with his clothes, aggressively removing them from his body.

“Condom, I need-“ He mumbled inexplicably, the second part of his sentence was most certainly inaudible but at least I understood what he started looking for from its first part. I watched him out as his fingers grabbed the fabric of his pants. He reached out to the pocket, grabbing a silver wrapper between his two fingers, and I stared at it with a rather surprised look. He was prepared for this and I let him. He knew or at least he wanted this to happen. And I let him. Stupid girl.

My eyes followed him precisely as he returned to me. His knees settled on the couch and I opened my own wide for him to view. I licked my two fingers slowly before directing them to my pussy, slowly caressing and massaging it. Chris was watching me this whole time and his gaze was getting more and more hungry which undoubtedly stimulated all my senses.

Our eyes reconnected and we both smiled at each other at the same time. I licked my lips as I watched the rubber material slide smoothly over his swollen cock. He got closer to me and hit my entrance with his dick several times which was met with a loud moan escaping my lips. I was seconds away from begging him to push inside of me, but my needs were met with his sudden actions. Satisfied was an understatement as I felt his impressive length penetrating my inside.

From the first thrust, his hips moved quickly, with force. I felt him whole, from his core to his round tip. I felt his body pressing onto mine as his balls slapped my flesh with each movement. I tilted my head back and gasped like a wounded animal. My hand blindly travelled to his muscular torso, digging my long nails into his skin. He hissed in response, but his movements became faster, only adding extra pleasure to my private part. I felt my insides pulsing in response to his dick slamming onto me.  

Chris grabbed my leg under the calf and placed my heel on his shoulder. I took advantage of this placement and stretched my leg at the knee as I placed it as comfortably as possible on his shoulder. My hand rested on my boob, which I squeezed, and his eyes rested on the new image in front of him. We didn't exchange a single word, but we both gave each other the right glances that boldly approved of every move on our part.

Feeling ecstatic to say the least, I enjoyed every moment. I needed this. I needed to forget about the world, cool my abusive emotions and relish this quick experience. He gave me precisely what I craved. Moreover, I was confident he adored it just as much, which I saw from the droplets of sweat running down his forehead and from his plump lips producing multiple curse words as his body moved within me. His chest rose quickly and fell rapidly with each hard thrust. I rolled my eyes in pleasure, unable to help myself. I was so close to the orgasm that the man of my dreams was driving me to.

Feeling his warmth inside of me made me toes curl. This was so fucking good. I could confidently say that he too enjoyed himself, which the droplets of sweat running down his forehead and a bunch of swear words escaping his plump lips indicated. His chest rose and fell quickly with each hard thrust. Unable to help themselves, my eyes rolled in great pleasure. My breathing was rapid and unsteady as he drove me to a needed orgasm. I couldn’t feel his cum inside of me but his moans and pleads ensured me of his sweet release.

We looked at each other’s eyes when our breathing finally normalized from all that we have done right on that poor couch. Thankfully, I sensed no strange atmosphere in the air that could foreshadow the end of our friendship. Everything seemed so normal, so platonic and I felt an unimaginable sense of relief. “Round two?” He scanned my face with a smirk placed on his lips and flames in his eyes. I smiled in response because no words were needed to answer his question. My legs wrapped around his hips once again, his posture bent down in order to link our lips in a kiss, indicating a fresh start to our next game.

[havanauhnana]

Be mine. (A villain!Mirio x fem!reader)

WARNING: SMUT, villain!Mirio x fem!reader, dirty talk, a bit of overstimulation, a bit of orgasm denial, a bit of teasing, kinda sweet!dom!Mirio? Yes, but he ends like a... Hard!dom.

I'm sosososo sorry for being this inactive, but the university is going to kill me. So I had some time to sneak from all the work I had to do, and here you have. Take this as a reward for you for being so long without publishing something. It started as an old work, but I've been editing it and changing some things, but I really like it, and I enjoyed writing it, so I hope you'll like it!!

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“Leave her alone. We have her Kidnapped to get the money from the rescue, not for her being your little toy...” Murmurs the black-haired guy while he leans against the door frame.

The blond one is crouched in front of the girl, squeezing her cheeks softly between his hands and watching how hard she closes her eyes as she tries to get away from his grip.

“C'mon, she is so cute...”

He rests his left hand in one of Y/n thighs softly and sees how she shakes even more, trying to take away his hand from her body.

“See how adorable she is?”

Mirio sighs and smiles, getting a little too closer to her face. She opens her eyes and a little whimper escapes from her lips from seeing how close the guy is. She tries to get back from him, but she can't, and it's the chair's fault. Then, she just looks away, trying by all means to hide her blush.

"Be careful with her. I'm going on another mission, so don't do anything inappropriate with her. And with inappropriate, I mean 'do not fuck her'. We need her to get the money of the rescue, not to her being your sex toy..."

He leaves them alone and he pouts. He gives a fuck, he'll do whatever he wants. And whatever she wants.

The blond looks at her again, watching how red are her cheeks right now.

"Wait..." His smile is wider and gets even closer to her face, even if it's possible. Their noses are rubbing and Y/n closes her eyes again, hiding from his lustful stare. "Are you blushing, little mousy...?"

She frowns and swallows hard, feeling how her cheeks blush under his fingers. Why is he calling her little mousy? And why does it have that strange effect on her? A- and what was that thing of him fucking her?

"D- don't call me that..." She mumbles, blushing even more as she sees how the blonde bites her lip.

"But you can talk, little mousy!" He smiles while his hands travel along the side of her thighs. making her shiver and let out a little whimper. "Aw, look at you... Already shaking thanks to the dirty hands of a villain... And your own imagination, I bet... You sure are a dirty hero!"

She clenches her jaw harder and tries to not look at him. Why did she have to find Mirio here? And what the hell is he doing here?

"We went together to the UA... How the fuck did you end here?" She asks with a cold glance, hiding how nervous she is right now for having the guy she used to like a lot, a bit too close from her face and body.

"Oh... Do you remember me?" Mirio asks with a smirk, hardening the grip he had on Y/n thighs. "I still remember you too well... For example, you always blushed every time we talked..."

His hands run-up to her neck, caressing it softly with his fingers and watching how she tenses up. He van even feel how hard she swallows.

"O how I tried to approach you... And you looked like you were hungry for a bit of my attention..." He laughs, squeezing her cheeks with a sweet smile, and feeling how her face almost burns. "It was adorable..."

She closes her eyes again, trying to not get caught up by his words and charming voice.

"But... I regret one thing..."

"Y- you... D- do you regret becoming this?" She asks in a tiny whisper, making Miro laugh.

"Not precisely...." He gets closer to him, exactly to her mouth, and leaves a little kiss on her lips. As sweet and tender as the girl is to his eyes. "I liked you a lot, Y/n..."

She stays completely red, with her lips half-open and shaking.

"Did the cat eat your tongue, little mousy...? He teases her, caressing her cheeks again with his thumbs and watching how she can't even talk. Mirio loves seeing how much effect he has on her.

"L- liar..." She murmurs blushing furiously, and the blond bites his lips again.

"Do you want to test me?" Mirio gets closer to her lips again, brushing his lips against hers, and winning a little whine that makes him have goosebumps. "Do it again... Do that beautiful sound again, please..."

The blond kisses her again softly as she tightens the grip she has on the ropes on her wrists.

"W- wait..." She mumbles against his mouth and feels how he licks her lips sweetly, making her shiver under his hands. Slips his tongue on the girl's mouth as she moans again, surprised by those new feelings.

He separates from her with a beautiful smile, watching how Y/n licks her lips and bowing her head, trying to hide from the blonde's shiny eyes.

"Would you let me kiss you again...?

She doesn't say anything, only looks down again and shrugs. Y/n doesn't know what to say or do, but she feels like he needs more from him.

"W- why would do I... I..." Without thinking, as she sees how Mirio leans to her mouth again, she does the same thing, searching for more sweet kisses. Their lips touch, but he steps away from the girl.

Her face burns again and he can't contain the laugh that burst from his lips.

"Y/n, you are so damn cute..." He finally kisses her and she closes her eyes. Now, she doesn't see a villain. She can only see the sweet guy she fell in love with years ago. "I really like you, you know?"

"Then... W- why did you leave...?" She leans again to him, searching for another kiss, and he gladly kisses her back, making her gasp when his hands travel from his neck to her hips, almost squeezing every part of her torso in the process.

"What did you want me to do? I was useless..." Now, his hands are going to her chest. For a long time, he's been curious to know what does the girl hides under her shirts and sweaters, and feeling now too close from this zone, he can feel how overwhelmed is right now... "But now that you've found me... We can make it up, right?"

He leans on her neck and bites it, leaving the beautiful mark from his teeth on his soft skin, and he feels goosebumps at hearing her cute voice again, a soft whimper leaving her now red lips.

"We have to make up for a lost time, huh?

He pinches her nipples through her T-shirt and she gasps. His hands play softly with her boobs, feeling how hard her nipples are getting thanks to him. That, combined with the soft kisses he's leaving in her neck and jaw are making her crazy.

Y/n can't think properly right now, she only wants his hands roaming her body, and with only the thought of his lips kissing all of her, every sensitive part of his body... Her thighs are rubbing together and she's starting to feel hot and bothered. Every part of her is starting to feel too sensitive under his strong hands.

"Y- you're lucky I like you too much..."

She feels intoxicated now. And she likes it.

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"Moan my name again, please... With that beautiful voice of yours... Remember we are alone... No need to be shy..."

He moves his hips slowly, to not hurt the girl and trying to make her keep those sweet moans that she was giving him unintentionally. But she bites her lip harshly, not letting out any sound from her pretty mouth.

Mirio grunts as he watches what she's doing and an idea crosses his mind.

He caresses her cheek again and he sneaks his thumb between her lips a bit forcefully, but he finally gets it. Y/n face is even redder and closes her eyes tightly, moaning even more because of him.

"Yeah... Yeah, just like that... You are doing it amazing, baby..." he moans as the girl shivers under his broad body. "Aw, too shy to say something? Maybe I c- can help you with that..."

The blonde moves his hips a bit faster and the girl can't avoid it, she moans again, but she is embarrassed. It feels good, too good...

"U- untie... Me..." She lets out that little plea against his finger, losing a bit more shame that ran through her body. "P- please..."

Mirio watches her, so helpless and fulfilling her wishes as a good girl, his good girl, and he can't say no to that. He unties her with a bit of abruptness and she fastly hugs his broad shoulders, sinking her nails on his back.

"M- Mirio... C- can you-- G- go faster...? She sighs as he feels how his cock twitches inside her at Y/n words, making him fall closer to his orgasm.

He nods, enraptured by her voice and her adorable reactions, and he moves his hips faster, thrusting his cock harder in the girl's sweet pussy as he makes her moan even more.

The grip that Y/n has on his shoulders tightens, and she hides in his collarbone, scared by how good she's feeling right now.

"I- I'm gonna cum..." The blond warns and she tenses up, scared, thinking if Mirio is going cum inside of her.

"W- wait-- N- not inside, please-- I- inside-- Don't--" He stutters, trembling nervously between his arms. She sees how he lets out a little laugh against her ear and how he starts to kiss her neck, making her moan even in a sweeter way.

"A-are you sure?" He mumbles against her skin and starts to let little hickeys on the sensitive skin of her neck. "You'll look adorable with your thighs leaking out of my cum..."

Frightened, she denies and pleas him to not do it, and he laughs again.

"Don't worry, little mousy, I won't do it..." He sighs and hides in her neck, bitting it every time harder, making Y/n letting out an occasional whimper.

Mirios's thrusts are faster and he can feel how hard is the girl clenching down on his cock.

"B- but as a little... 'punishment'... You can't cum until I say it, okay, love?

She doesn't even have time to respond to that, his hot kisses on her lips stops any coherent words or thoughts she wants to let out. That's not fair, she thinks, and even being called love... Her heart flutters inside her chest.

....

"Does it feel good? It does, right?" He moans next to her ear and she can't stand it anymore. Too much time, too much teasing, too much everything. She needs to cum right now. "I bet you can't stand my fingers playing with your cute little clit... But remember, y- you can't cum, or you'll regret it..."

"M- Mirio, please..." She cries and covers her pretty face with her arms, hiding from his sweet and dirty words. Y/n doesn't know how or why, but every filthy word that leaves his lips is making her approach the beloved orgasm. "I- I need to-- I c- can't--"

Mirio can't deny it. If she looks again at the girl, he might come only with her look. Her cheeks are red and covered in tears of pleasure and denial, and her mouth is hanging open, letting the most lustful moans he has ever heard.

"You want to cum that much?" He playfully asks, pinching her nipples and winning a high moan. Those are, for now, his favorites. "Then tell me, tell me how much do you w- want to cum."

"Yes! I want it-- I-- I need it too bad! Baby, please, M- Mirio, I beg you!!" She sobs, and he closes his eyes, feeling his climax too near. "M- make me cum, please...!!"

This is the image he always wanted to see: Y/n moaning shamelessly, begging him to cum under his body, hearing those pleas which are like fucking music to his ears, and watching her cry of pleasure thanks to him.

Too much, too much, even for him.

"C- cum, cum for me, c- cum--"

His fingers on her clit are going even faster, his cock is even deeper in her. Mirio is ramming her like an animal, and she lasts seconds until she cums with a high pitched moan. She quivers, falling on the ground and covering her mouth, shyly, a bit ashamed from that almost pornographic moan.

Her breathing is irregular, and he comes out of her and cums between her thighs with a loud moan, making her gasp softly.

"T- that was... Fucking amazing..." He smiles and sighs, griping her legs to keep the balance.

"M- Mirio, w- what--"

She feels like she's been in heaven and hell at the same time, and she loved that sensation.

Then, she feels his fingers in her pussy again.

"Sorry babe, but I feel a bit playful now..." He fingers her after that intense orgasm, and she whimpers again. Y/n moves her hands trying to stop him, but he puts them above her head, making her blush again. "One more time, baby... Take this as a... Little punishment for not letting me cum inside you... I need my revenge, don't I?

She cries out again, and she feels how fast his fingers are going inside her. She couldn't even have a proper time to recover herself from the last orgasm, and she feels so damn sensitive right now.

"M- Mirio... N- no-- Too fast--!" It almost hurts, but in a really pleasant way for her. "P- please, s- stop--"

"I bet that you're looking for my cock right now... Am I wrong? But this is a punishment, and you'll enjoy that too much... I'm going to finger this sweet little pussy until you come a few more times, okay?" His voice is way too sweet for those dirty words she is saying right next to her ear. "I'll make you a begging mess, wanting me to fuck you with either my cock or my fingers, and you can't even imagine how good I'm going to make you feel, Y/n..."

She sobs, biting her lip and moaning when his mouth finds one of her nipples. He bites it, and she squirms under his arms. Too much stimulation for her, between his kisses, his words, his fingers fucking so roughly her oversensitive pussy...

"My, my... You're already clenching around my fingers... You sure are into my filthy words, right? Do you need to hear how good am I to make you feel? Well, remember this. Every time you touch yourself, I want you to imagine that those fingers are mine and only mine. I want my touch to burn your skin, and to make you beg for more... You will only remember my cock and how fucking good it felt inside you, and now, how good I'm fingering right now."

She sobs and nods, already crying out because of the almost burning pleasure that it's being formed in her lower tummy.

"Say it. You'll be mine and only mine, right? C'mon, say you'll be mine. Fuck... So needy for my cock, crying already... "

"I- I'll be-- Y- your..." Her cheeks are burning again, and his grip on her wrists tighten, making her squeal.

"Louder."

"I- I'll be yours! O- only-- YOURS!" She screams and cums against his fingers.

He bites his lips, enjoying so much this lustful image. Only with this, his skin his burning. But he doesn't stop, he keeps fingering her through her orgasm, watching how she cries for release and how her beautiful thighs are trembling. She even has goosebumps on her skin. And she is seeing blinks right now. Too much, but too good.

"W- wait... M- Mirio, p- please..."

Her sobs are getting louder and he finally stops his torture, seeing how finally the girl relaxes under his arms and hands.

"You sure are s such good girl for me..." Mirio sighs and smiles, kissing her sweaty temple.

His words and touches are soft and tender now, completely different from just a moment ago. But Y/n can deny it, those two times are the hardest and hottest times she has ever cum in her entire life. And hearing those dirty words from his mouth? So. Fucking. Hot.

"Now... Why don't you rest while I get us out of this?"