#the way i dropped off the face of the earth for a FAT second there

[anystalker707]

What do you think?

Pairing: Nami x [gender-neutral] Reader Kinktober prompt: Face sitting Tags: Oral / Dom-Sub undertones (if you squint)

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          Nami was standing in the quarters, trying on the new clothes she’d bought on the last island while you lay on her bed, checking the sketchbook you’d found around on her bed. It had some maps on it along with a few notes. Robin wasn’t around, so she insisted you be in the quarters with her while she tried new stuff.

“What about this one?” She asked, still standing in front of that mirror, turning from side to side to check on the shirt from different angles—she needed to make sure it looked fine.

You glanced away from the sketchbook; it was a red shirt with a flower print. “Not bad,” you muttered.

Although Nami asked for your opinion on everything, she would always wear and do whatever you wanted, so you didn’t put too much effort into giving your opinions until she made a choice, depending on the situation. The problem, however, was that Nami seemed to want you to give her all the compliments on Earth despite the fact you already pampered her.

“You’re not even looking!” She scowled as she turned to you, hands on her hips.

“I am!”

“Then what am I wearing? Tell me without looking!”

A sigh escaped your lips. You didn’t need to look, either way. “White slippers, light blue jeans shorts, red shirt with the plumeria print, and golden chain, aside from your usual bracelets.”

Nami was silent as her eye twitched, and she groaned while walking over to you, removing her slippers as she climbed on the bed. “It’s not like that, and you know it very well!” She was straddling your hips and holding you up by your collar, so you put the book down. “I need your honest opinion on everything, I can’t go around looking like I assassinated fashion!” She shook you back and forth.

“Oh, so my fashion opinions are that good?” You raised an eyebrow at her.

“Hm…” Nami paused and thought, now just resting her hands on your chest instead of holding your collar. “Not really, but—”

“Yeah, of course.” You rolled your eyes.

“But,” she reinforced, “it’s always good having a second opinion, y’know? Even more from my sweet partner!” Her lips curled into a smile as she leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek, chuckling despite the way you glared at her. “Do you like this outfit?”

There you go again.

“Well, I preferred the gray skirt, y’know? It looked cute.”

Nami was already scrunching her nose, of course. “Well, that one, um, it has potential, but it’s also kinda uncomfortable, so I think I’m donating it as well.”

“Right,” you sighed, placing your hands on her hips and then patting her thighs gently. “Yeah, okay, this short isn’t that bad.”

“Yeah,” Nami hummed. “Still a little uncomfortable, though. I’ve seen better.” She pulled back a little, running her tongue between her lips as she pulled her hair behind her shoulders. “Wanna see something else I got, though? It’s even better.” Pride glinted on her smile as she pulled back and got off the bed for a moment.

You raised your eyebrows, holding back a sigh. “How many clothes did you get?” The question was rhetorical, honestly—you were used to how she’d buy piles of it at once.

“No, no! You’ll like this one!” A chuckle escaped her lips as she unbuttoned her shorts and just let them drop to the ground before she placed her hands on her hips, shifting her weight to one of her legs and letting her hip pop out. “So? What do you think?”

Well, damn, that really shut you up. The panties Nami wore were red and had some frills, and a tiny golden pendant hung from the middle of the waistband that went all the way up to her hips. Her pussy looked so fat in that. You gulped.

“Oh, yeah,” You mumbled, propping up on your elbows and clearing your throat—it was hard getting your eyes off her. “Well, that’s just perfect.”

“Not too tight?” Nami teased as she slowly got on the bed again. You held on to her thighs, but it was brief; she kept moving up until she was right above you, in a way you had to lay back against the bed again. “I think you need to take a closer look.”

Fuck, she was so close, already making your mouth water. It was difficult to pull your eyes away from her, the way her pussy’s shape was so obvious through the thin fabric. Her ass, too, you could see her ass now. Shit. She shifted a little, and it was a clear signal after being with her for all this time.

You held on to Nami’s thighs to carefully pull her down—she raised an eyebrow, hands on the headboard as she glanced down at you, biting her lip. She made sure she lowered herself right on top of you. A soft groan escaped your lips when her pussy finally pressed to your mouth, hot and nice. Even with the fabric on the way, you were turned on the same, feeling your heart start to beat faster as you pressed your lips to her and started mouthing at her through the panties.

Nami sighed as she relaxed a little, finding a comfortable position that didn’t demand a lot of strength from her while you kept mouthing at her through the underwear.

“Mmph, feels good,” Nami whispered as she gently pushed her hips more against you. “But you can do better, right? I know you can make me feel better, you know how to please me so well,” she whispered.

You couldn’t resist those words; they hit you straight in the gutter, and she really could touch you or something, right? She probably wouldn’t. She was too cruel for that, and unfortunately, you loved that.

Your mouth kept working at Nami through the fabric, forming a wet spot that was both a mix of her fluids and your spit, and her breath already sounded a little out of pace.

It was easy exposing her cunt to you—your finger hooked around the band of her panties to pull it to the side, and your mouth was pressing to her pussy in no time. A louder, higher-pitched moan came from Nami with the way your mouth pressed fully to it, licking from her entrance to her clit, where you let your tongue circle and press down. Nami groaned with it, thighs quivering under your hands.

You somewhat wished you could say something, tell Nami how good she felt, but she’d probably complain and tell you to keep your mouth busy, so you didn’t stop. Your lips latched around her clit, sucking on it, then nipping on her labia before your tongue trailed down to push into her.

“Mm, you’re doing so well,” Nami moaned, one of her hands traveling down to run her fingers through your hair before taking hold of your strands.

The way you hummed against her made Nami moan again, her hips shifting as you kept eating her pussy so nice and good, pushing your tongue as deep as you could inside her, tasting her, while your nose sometimes brushed against her clit. Shiver sparkled down her spine with the way your tongue lapped at her insides, but her back was fucking arching when you licked up to her clit, giving it a little attention again. Your teeth tugged gently on her folds, sometimes sucking on the skin gently, just trying to give her a little while to recover before your lips were sealed around her clit again.

Nami was loud, letting the sounds just spill from her mouth as you sucked her clit and trailed your tongue around it just the way that she liked, sometimes pressing a kiss to the swollen and abused nub. Your tongue ran flat against her clit, making her thighs quiver again.

“Like that,” Nami groaned as she tugged on your hair, nails scratching your scalp a little. “More,” she whispered, rolling her hips against your mouth.

It was difficult to coordinate it at first, with her pussy messily pressing against your mouth, but you soon found a rhythm, mouthing at her pussy whenever it came closer. Given how you were drooling and her wetness, you could feel the mix trailing down a corner of your mouth. Your jaw also ached a little from being held open and all the strength you were using, but that was a mere detail. She tasted so good, you fucking loved it.

Your fingers sunk into her thighs trying to keep her in place so that you could suck her clit, but just until she was on the edge, her hips stuttering with the pleasure that was building up into something greater and so quickly. You gripped on to her tighter to really keep her still at least while you tongued inside her. Her hold tightened around your hair without actually tugging on it a lot, and her hips stilled, thighs quivering as she finally came.

“Mmph, fuck,” Nami gasped, weakly rolling her hips into your mouth until the throbbing between her legs became more sporadic, still using your mouth as she rode down from her high. She groaned, letting you continue to suck on her clit until the first tinge of overstimulation kicked in. It took her a moment, and she was finally pulling away—you took in a deep breath as if remembering you could breathe freely, looking at her with wide and hazy eyes. “Well,” she panted, looking down at you with a grin, “I think I’m making you try something as well. I bought you a little something.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[kentoruu]

dick

᯽pairing: stranger!nanami x reader

᯽synopsis: somehow asking a stranger for help leads to a little more

᯽content: mean!nanami, black!reader,chubby!reader, NSWF, degradation, praise, oral s*x (both f and m receiving), spank!ng, slapp!ng, finger!ng

you have no idea how you ended up legs spread with a stranger's tongue lapping at your cunt as if it was the last day on earth. it was mystery as to how the hell this happened

it was late at night and driving to the store seemed like your only option since your fridge was empty.

walking in you already felt nervous you were practically the only person in the store. the lights in the store flickering should have been a sign for you to leave instantly but you were starving.

heading down the pasta aisle you saw a man who could be almost twice your size he was very gorgeous with his blonde hair, tired eyes, loosened tie, and rolled-up sleeves he was the total package. you just couldn’t stop gawking till he caught you and gave you a dreadful glare

you soon began stopping to look for the fettuccine when you noticed it was too high for you to reach and it seemed only you and the blonde-haired man were left so he was your only option “Um excuse me, sir”

you were scared as hell all you wanted was your pasta so you could quickly go home “What”

his low and broody voice sent shivers through your spine and at that moment you regret your decision and realized that you probably could have gone without the pasta “Um well I was wondering if you could reach up and grab that pasta for me over there”

the grip on your basket grew tighter as the silence grew thicker. the man simply stared at you with his golden brown eyes and turned away

what who does he think he is? you asked him nicely. no reason for him to be a jerk. it only would’ve taken a second to help you out with this. how self-centered could one be?

you ran to tap him on the shoulder. earning a deep sigh from his voice as he turned around

“ uhh so are you going to help me”

you ask clearly confused at the encounter

“ if i’m walking away clearly i’m going to not”

this time he rolls his eyes before walking away again. my god the nerve on this guy has

“no need to be a dick”

you huff under your breath turning around. suddenly the footsteps sound closer turning around you see him right behind you looking into your eyes with rage

“the fuck did you just say to me”

you were scared much more than before this was ten times worse. backing you up into the shelf dropping his basket to put both hands near your head trapping you between him and the shelf

“ i-uh um nothing”

not a full sentence could be formed out of your mouth. your head was spinning and all you could look was down.

“ no no no i want you to say it again”

tears were forming in your eyes. you regretted it all going to the store, asking him for help, and calling him a dick. when he saw you weren’t saying anything he gripped your cheeks and forced you to look at him

“say it again”

you had to muster up the courage and say it maybe he’d let you go if you did

“dic-“

you were cut off by the feeling of lips on yours. this night was so eventful you couldn’t even think with his tongue down your throat. you felt your panties begin to soak as whimpers left your mouth while his hands traveled downwards to grip the fat of your ass.

that’s how you ended up here on your third orgasm of the night. the feeling was beyond sensational. it was electrifying the way his fingers passed through your gummy walls made you feel like you were in heaven

“mmm such dirty little slut getting her cunt destroyed by some stranger”

your hands gripped his golden locks pushing his face deeper into your sopping wet slit. you wanted more you needed him to suck harder and he delivered.giving you even more pleasure than you can imagine “such a greedy little pussy isn’t she”

“ oh fucknn i’m gonna cummmngh”

head falling back into the wall and grip getting tighter as a result of his actions speeding up faster and faster prolonging the effect of your leg shaking orgasm. “look at your pussy twitching around my fingers. god your such a fucking whore but you taste so good”

you were you really were i mean who wouldn’t be with the way his fingers worked wonders. with your pussy gushing all over the sink you were able to relax

standing up legs wobbly and such almost face planting into the ground you heard a deep chuckle from him “on your knees”

man this was both a sight for you and him. his bulge right in front of your face “are going to continue drooling over it or do something about it” your stare was broken by his words looking up at him while pulling his pants down. letting his rock hard dick free “ i’m gonna put this filthy little mouth to use. is that okay darling?”

to be honest he didn’t even care whether it was okay or not gripping your hair inching your mouth deeper on his cock “ fuck sweetheart i knew you were a little freak when i saw you come down the aisle. with your ass hanging out of those shorts you were just asking for me to fuck you”

his hip speed grew faster and harder fucking your face rough with glossy eyes and spit dripping mouth “oh baby your mouth feels so good might just have to cum…”

the sound of groans and wet slapping filled the room. the store had to be closed by now but you didn’t care you were too focused on the cock stuffed in your mouth. your hands rubbed over your body reaching your clit to give it the attention it needed but you would soon regret that choice.

“did i give you permission to touch your pussy? i don’t think so. get the fuck up”

trembling on your way up the fear from before came back but instead your cunt was drooling for attention excited for what was gonna come next.

“you just couldn’t wait huh” his cock was bullying it way into your pussy so good. balls slapping your clit, mouth sucking and licking all over your body it was just too good. “ ‘m gonna make sure you come crawling back to me. gonna make sure you never enjoy another cock again. sound good baby”

“ s’ good so fucking good pleasee don’t stop.”scratching the edge of the sink while his cock continues pumping out of your needy little cunt. “ m’ not stopping no time soon sweetheart i’m gonna have my fun with you for a while”

it felts so good to be so full you were completely stuffed and so cock drunk just completely mumbling incoherent moans of nothing it was all become to much.

“you alright baby does my cock have you to fucked out to speak” gosh was he right too right “ god this pussy is squeezing me so tight i’m gonna stretch you out real good baby” his cock was so big almost to big. felt unlike anything you’d ever taken before

“ of fuckkk t’s too much f’ me” your pussy was pulsing and squeezing around him earning loud groans from him. “you gonna cum baby for me baby? hmmm? i know you are by the way your puss..ohh fuck.. just won’t stop closing me in”

his fingers reached your clit rubbing fast and hard causing your moans to reach a whole new level of loud“fuuuuuuck yes m’gonna cummm harder, harder” you moaned feeling the wave of ecstasy wash over your body as you tremble “ oh yes baby just like that make a mess on my cock baby..shit” his thrusts got faster but sloppier bit faster chasing after that high “oh fuck baby i’m gonna cuuum… where do you want it sweetheart” you wanted it inside but we’re you really gonna risk getting pregnant by a stranger. I mean he is super hot “ inside cum inside me please i want it wanna be full with your cum pleasee” suddenly the a warm feeling hit your pussy “shit baby, fuuuck so good.” the feeling of being full was so good what was even better was feeling his cum drip out of your pussy

“call me sometime” was all he said before he left after walking you to your car. you didn’t even have his number or his name so how were you supposed to call him

he was all you could think bout till you got home and emptied your groceries and say your receipt.

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[anurst]

Girl Bradshaw

Summary: the moment of truth. Can you and Bradley work out your differences?

A/n: oml im so sorry for the long wait. i just kind dropped off the face of the earth. i didnt really have any motivation to write but now i'm back! this chap is kinda short but another will be posted on Tuesday :D

Warning(s): angst, estranged family

Part 9: Sometimes I wish I was 10

Before Jake, you never really fully believed in cloud nine. Now though, as you giddily walk through the halls of camp, your body tingles with newfound excitement. Electricity practically flows through your veins.

"I take it the date went well?" Amy's voice comes from behind you. Normally, you would have chastised her for sneaking up on you, but for now, you just smile as your cheeks slightly redden. Amy's smile widens even more as she latches onto your arm. "Oh my gosh! You have to tell me everything! And, I MEAN everything!" The both of you giggle as you push open the door to the gym.

The rest of your team turns to the pair of you and it's no secret that they're curious about your date. Carlos certainly isn't subtle as he wiggles his eyebrows at you. Jensen's the only one (besides Amy) who vocally asks you how you went. Just as you're about to recount last night's events, the doors swing open and a panting Bradley stands there.

Silence spreads for a couple seconds as Bradley gathers his breath. Offering a shaky smile, he rubs at the back of his neck. "Sorry for, uh, barging in, but I'm here to talk to Braidy."

When Nolan clears his throat, you roll your eyes and turn to face Jensen again. "We'll give you two a minute," he says and your eyes widen. No way he was actually going to leave you alone with Bradley?

Jensen gives you a small pat on the shoulder as your team shuffles by and out of the gym. The door closes behind them and each step that Bradley takes towards you seems to get louder.

Your fists clenched tightly together as you will yourself not to turn around. Turning around means acknowledging that Bradley's standing less than five feet away from you. The brother who abandoned you and seemingly forgot your existence bites his lip as he tries to find the right words. "(y/)– Braidy, please just hear me out."

"What if I don't want to?" 'Idiot, why'd you respond?'

"I'll keep finding you and repeating what I'm going to say. I'll keep apologizing until the world stops spinning. I know that sorry doesn't make up for the years of pain I put you through. That sorry won't just magically fix us. That it won't undo all the words I said. But, please Braidy, at least let me make it up to you."

Make it up to you? What if there's nothing that can be done? What if you're finally done with Bradley and that painful chapter of your life?

"I don't care Bradley. I don't want to fix us."

"Braidy, you're my sister–"

"SO I WASN'T YOUR SISTER BACK THEN?" you yell before you can properly think. There's a heavy burn in your chest and a part of you think it'll burst any moment. Every breath you take feels as though you're inhaling smoke. Your eyes meet Bradley's and the suffocating feeling vanishes.

You feel like you're ten again. A fifteen-year-old Bradley wipes the fat tears that roll down your cheeks. One hand comes up to ruffle at your hair and he quietly cooes at you to stop crying. Soft reassurances of 'everything is gonna be okay' repeat after one another as more tears fall.

The calm and warm reassurance that Bradley constantly provided for you returns and it scares you. It scares you that after so much pain and heartbreak, Bradley can still make you feel so warm with just a simple look.

It's almost as though nothing has changed and time hasn't past. And if you're completely honest, that thought doesn't invoke any fear. Because right now, in this moment as you stare into your brother's eyes, you wish you were ten again.

Bradley slowly lifts a hand to wipe at the tear that rolls down your cheek. His other hand wrap around the back of your head and brings you closer. Soft whispers come from Bradley's lips but you hardly hear them over your sobs.

"Everything's going to be okay. Just let me make it up to you."

"…You can’t…” you whisper as you push yourself out of Bradley's arms. Furiously wiping at your cheeks, your arms wrap around your torso as you direct your gaze to the floor. "I can't even look at you, Bradley. Every time that I do, I'm just reminded of the worst event of my life. I don't think you can make it up to me, so just, please, leave me alone." You take a step back and swallow the lump at the back of your throat. "I'm happy with the life I've made. I'm happy with my friends and family. I appreciate you apologizing, but I don't accept it."

Before Bradley can say anything, you quickly turn and walk out of the gym. Weirdly enough, the weight returns and it feels like you can't breathe. Walking away from Bradley might be the wrong decision, you think. But, that doesn't stop you from continuing down the halls.

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[iloveboysinred]

Worldly Things [Choso Kamo]

Pg.13 |Choso x fem reader

Cw; shy choso, speed dating, youre yuuta’s sister, nothing else lmk if i missed any

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“Dude, Jennifer Lawrence over Takada any day.” “How can you even say that, as my brother!?” Choso sat between Yuji and Todo, trying to understand what the discussion was about. He kept looking between the two arguing men, wanting to be included but not at all knowing what to say.

There were a lot of things Choso didn’t understand about his new life. He was still confused on how humans behaved; and he didn’t even bother attempting to decipher the technology all around him and how it conveniently solved the simplest problems in seconds. None of it had ever mattered before. His one and only drive was to live for his brothers, to protect them.

However, Choso realized that assimilating to humans would make him closer to Yuji, he would be more easily accepted around his brother’s colleagues and friends if he behaved more like a typical human. So he tried extra hard to indulge in Yuji’s hobbies; sometimes following him around, observing him and his behavior around others. It was starting to become a little unsettling, and he later solemnly accepted Yuji’s advice on finding interests of his own.

But today was a slow day. Only a few sourcers mill around before having to return to their rooms, quiet chatter dying down as the last of the school’s faculty disperses. The school is enveloped in peaceful quiet. The sun had begun to set, darkening the sky into soft hues of orange, scarlet and purple. Humidity from the afternoon’s rain had settled in the air, fat dew drops rolling off tree leaves, dripping onto the ground below and soaking the soil, making the unpleasant stench of wet earth waft into the air. Wildlife sang from their hiding places, the prominent sounds of crickets chirping from the grass overtaking the peaceful silence, Inharmonious with the accompanying high notes of birdsong. It was miserable out to say the least.

Choso had decided to spend his downtime with Yuji as always, finding comfort in his brother’s familiarity. It was difficult to connect with anybody else, their cold glances and blatant disregard of him perfectly sending the message they wanted him to receive;

He was an outcast.

It had only been Todo who welcomed him, both as a brother and as a friend. Although they had initially bonded over their mutual care for Yuji, there was nothing else Choso could really relate to. Todo just kept going on and on about brotherhood and other things he was too uninterested in to catch. He never complained though, happy with the companionship they had forged.

“What do you think, big bro?” Yuji turned towards Choso, shoving the screen a little too close to his face, Todo coming up with his own phone, expectantly staring Choso down. The sudden confrontational attention made him a little anxious. What were they asking him about? Who were these two women?

“I don’t understand. What are you asking me, little brother?” Choso warily ducked away from the phones, way too close to even really know what he’s looking at. “Which one do you think is hotter?!” Choso responded with a blank look, still not understanding. “ Hotter?” “yeah– like which one do you like more?” Choso backed up to get a proper look, eyeing both screens carefully, attempting to see what the boys were seeing. “Well, I don’t know them, so I can’t say-”Oh for fucks sake. Which one do you find more attractive?!” Todo snapped, and Choso couldn’t help the irritation that flit through him for a second at his outburst. “Well, if i’m being honest. I don’t think I like either of them.” “HUH?!” the boys shouted in unison, gaping at him as though he’d grown another head. Choso shrugged, happily easing back on the comfortable bean bag Yuji had in his room.

“Do you even have a type, big bro?” Yuji inquired, hanging over the bed to peek down at him. “Yeah, do you even like human women?” Todo added, his huge build almost toppling over the edge of the bed. Choso sighed, stretching his arms out across the bean bag. This was just going to be another quirk added to his list of social behaviors he’d have to learn. “I’m not sure I know what it feels to ‘like’ somebody. Sorry.” Yuji flopped down on the bean bag next to him, leaning over on his shoulder. “Okay so think about it like this, when you like somebody, you feel your heart get really fast, and you think about kissing them and holding their hand. Has anybody ever made you feel that way, big brother?”

Choso scratched his scalp, thinking over his answer. Out of all the people he’s met so far he can’t say he felt anything but aloof towards them, certainly not feeling deeply enough to think about intimacy. There were plenty of pretty women around, of course. However, physical appearance was simply not enough to invoke such sentiments in Choso’s mind. He shook his head, muttering a quiet “no.” He was starting to feel insecure again. They made it sound as if he’d committed an absurdity. Did his lack of feelings alienate him from his own brother this time? His reaction had made it feel that way, the look of shocked disbelief on Yuji’s face suddenly starting to make him feel queasy.

“You know what that means, big brother?” Yuji’s voice had taken a serious note, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, tight grip making Choso’s anxiety worsen. “What? what does it mean, little brother?” Yuji dramatically closed his eyes, clenching his fist close to his chest “It means… we have to find out what you like and then land you a girlfriend!” The silent pause that followed was awkward, Todo not even acknowledging the conversation anymore, just laying on the bed staring at something on his phone. “..What?” Yuji responded with a look of newfound determination, sitting up and gripping his shoulders with both hands. “Leave it to me, big bro!”

Choso could only stare at him, slightly relieved of his worries, but at the same time anxious to see what Itadori had planned.

The following day was beautiful. The outside was still a bit humid from the previous night, but the beaming sun made it less noticeable. The dry breeze provided little relief against the scorching heat of the day, instead swirling around dry soil and leaf litter. The uncomfortable aridity had prompted everyone to be indoors or exclusively under shade, keeping themselves cool in the air conditioned classrooms and dorms.

Choso decided to exchange his Sōhei for more weather tolerant clothes, opting to instead wear a simple black mid-sleeve shirt and a pair of dock pants he had borrowed from Yuji. He kept his hair in it’s usual up-do, not bothering to do much but thumb down a few unruly fly aways and re-tighten his hair ties.

He eyed himself in the mirror, dusting himself off in ponderance. Yuji had told him to dress nicely, inviting him as a chaperone to a shopping trip with the other first years. He had happily agreed, questioning why his brother hadn’t invited him out more often, assuring the boy that he would love to tag along and even help Yuji pick out some new shoes, still feeling guilty about the wounds he’d inflicted so long ago. But now he wasn’t sure he liked the idea anymore. He thought back to Yuji’s barely concealed enthusiasm at the prospect of landing him in a relationship and internally cringed. “Shopping trip..yeah, right.” but he had already agreed, and the thought of letting his little brother down hurt enough to convince him to show up anyway.

The trip to the mall had been a lot more ignominious than Choso had expected. He seated himself next to his brother, miserably waiting in a booth for the “speed dating” event to begin. It was being hosted in the middle of the mall, a large crowd of people surrounding the participants. Choso had never felt so trapped, protectively holding onto Yuji’s sleeve under the table. He was tense, eyes flitting through the crowd often. “It’s okay big bro, just relax.” Yuji whispered, reassuring him with a gentle pat on his shoulder, then sitting up straight when the first round of contestants walked up to the table. He pursed his lips and sat up from the lazy forward slouch he’d always sit in, reluctantly letting go of Yuji’s sleeve and turning to face the woman sitting down in front of him.

He had to admit she was pretty- but he just couldn’t find something to converse about at all. He glanced at the reject button for a second, bright red and blinking up at him. He contemplated the emotions he would invoke from her if he pressed it, would she be relieved from this misery the same way he would be right now? Or would she be disappointed? The minimal conversation had been fine, exchanging basic courtesies at first and asking questions here and there. But as the minutes passed it felt as if he was grasping at straws. His voice getting drier, his focus wavering elsewhere.

Choso was bored. Worse than that, he didn’t even want to be there.

He pressed the button, and she paused her chatter, startled by the muted “bzzz!” the button hummed. He apologized and she politely said her goodbyes, getting up and walking on to the next row.

Pretty soon Choso was overwhelmed and tired. Every contestant had either completely uninterested him, or asked too many questions he didn’t feel the need to answer. Yuji, on the other hand, acquired a mountain of phone numbers. His pockets stuffed to the brim with little paper slips. He tried to be comforting, encouraging Choso to try again another time. But by now he just wanted nothing more but to go home and hide away in his room. Going back to the dining hall where Megumi and Nobara waited for them, Choso hovered around them as they shopped, holding Nobara’s bags out of courtesy and making sure to keep the three students within his sights.

Much later than Choso would have liked, they finally decided to go back to the school. He less than carefully shoved Nobora’s bags off onto Megumi and headed back to his room, eager to just sit by himself for a while, away from the frustrating heat and maybe even find himself something to eat. He had already gotten accustomed to these halls, walking in what seemed to be an endless straight line, turning two corners on the way to his room, walking down until he reached his door.

The room door across from him opened just as he fished his keys out of his pocket and his eyes veered over, slightly startled. Nobody had ever been inside that room before. As long as he’d been there it’s always been deafeningly quiet, uninhabited and empty. The shuffling almost made him want to be apprehensive. Was it an intruder? Could somebody have gotten past so easily?

He drew in a quiet breath when you emerged from inside, idly standing in front of his door. You turned around, startling when you noticed him. “Oh, hi! You must be Choso. Sorry we didn’t get to meet before, I’ve been overseas with my little brother. I’m Y/n Okkotsu, it's really nice to meet you. I hope we can be….” Choso patiently waited until you were done rambling, studying your face in wonder. You were so pretty, beautiful, even. The resemblance to Yuta was definitely there; but your lips, smile, and eye color were uniquely yours.

“Uh..Choso?” He blinked, realizing it was quiet. You were waiting for him to respond. “Oh- sorry, I'm Choso Kamo. I hope we can be good neighbors.” He offered you a crooked smile, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He felt his heart squeeze when you smiled back at him, wondering how you had so much warmth for a stranger you’d just met. “Yeah I know! My brother told me about all the newbies lurking around, I'm glad we got the chance to meet face to face.” He nodded, awkwardly shuffling in place. He had no idea what to say to you, embarrassment at his painful silence warming his stomach. “….well okay, well if you ever want to hang out you know where to find me. See you around, Cho!” you nodded at him, padding off with a large suitcase hanging on your back. After a few beats he finally managed to unlock his door, rushing in, hastily shutting it behind him. “Cho?” he had to admit he didn’t mind the nickname, for some reason it sounded so sweet coming from you.

The next few days Choso only caught a few glances of you here and there. From what he heard around the dorms, you were a special grade sorcerer right along with your brother. It was only to be expected that shortly after your return you’d both been bombarded with missions. Regardless, he found himself always seeking you out. Every day he would stare at your door for a little too long, silently hoping you would pop out and greet him with your dazzling smile, calling him by that sweet little nickname you’d entitled him with.

“Cho”

He was undeniably curious about you. Which is why he’s knocking on your door now, smiling to himself at your muffled “Coming!” from behind the door. He shifted anxiously from one foot to the other, trying to keep his face blank. You swung open the door, politely smiling at him. “Oh hi Cho! What can I do for you?” the edges of his lips curled, suddenly feeling a bit bashful. “ I was wondering if you wanted to ‘hang out’? Only you’re not busy, of course.” you blinked at him, in aghast. He cringed, almost wanting to retract his offer, suddenly nervous. “If it’s a bad time, that’s okay- “ “no! no! Choso, come in!” you gleefully stood to the side, giving him space to walk inside your room.

He was impressed by the personality you had given your dorm. Beautifully decorated with personal items you had collected on your journeys, framed pictures of you and your little brother sitting neatly on your desk. The warm, incandescent lighting from your lamps bathed the room in a cozy atmosphere, making him feel relaxed. He breathed in the calming scents of the candles you had on the counter of your kitchenette, scents of cinnamon spice filling his nose and warming his spice circulating in the air from the air conditioner blasting cool air into the space. He found that he liked your room, taking off his shoes at the door and leaving them on the side, stepping on your fluffy carpet with his socks, his feet relaxing pleasurably into the soft material. “You can sit anywhere you like, get comfortable.” you gestured to the love seat a few feet away from your bed. He sunk into the chair, his fingers interlaced on his bouncing leg as he watched you prepare him a glass of cold iced tea.

“You sit there while I get ready, okay? Then we can head out somewhere.” He nodded, taking the glass so he could lean back and get comfortable. After a few minutes you came out from the bathroom, clad in a gray tank top and jean shorts. He noticed you pulled your hair up into a bun, making him reach up to feel his own hair, noticing that you were matching. He smiled to himself in delight. “Alright Cho, ready to go?” He nodded at you, placing the glass on the nightstand before he got to his feet and followed you out the door, silently walking behind you.

You had ultimately decided on heading to a nearby ice cream parlor, setting down on the stools and ordering a large sundae to share. He found that conversation came easy with you, your bubbly personality was refreshing. You always had something to talk about. He felt lightweight, his heart skipping a beat everytime you smiled at him. The chatter in the parlor was a dull noise. The only thing Choso could hear was your voice, calling his name so prettily, looking at him with your beautiful eyes. He thought that he wanted to be like this forever, he wanted you to always look at him that way, to always smile at him.

All too quickly, the day had come to an end. Choso had slowed down his pace to match yours, trying to savor the walk back to the dorms for as long as he could. You continued on your chatter, exchanging funny stories and sentiments for your brothers. The warmth in his chest had only grown when you stopped right in front of your door. You graced him with one of your smiles, bringing him into a hug. He shyly wrapped his arms around you, laying his forehead on your shoulder.

After a while you pulled away, smiling “I had fun, Cho” you whispered, holding his shoulders. “Why do you call me that?” he couldn’t help but ask, his heart feeling fuzzy every time you called him by that name. “Well..” his lips pursed to hide his smile when he noticed your warming cheeks. “Because it’s cute… and I think you’re cute.” You averted your eyes from his, regretfully pulling away to fumble with your keys. “Sorry if that was too forward–” Choso waved his hand, cutting you off. “No-no, it’s alright. I-I think you’re cute, too..” he could feel the blush on his cheeks, his heart squeezing.

You giggled at him, your blush matching his own, opening your door and half stepping inside. “Let’s do this again, yeah?” he nodded, “yeah– how about tomorrow? If you’re not busy?” “Sounds good! You know where to find me, goodnight Cho.” this time he smiled at you, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Goodnight, Y/n.”

When you shut the door Choso took off to Yuji’s room, rapidly knocking on the door in urgency. He didn’t even greet his brother, barging into the room as soon as the door opened. Choso turned around, looking at him with a mix of panic and glee. “I think.. I like somebody, little brother.”

[iamthecomet]

I have an absoloutly burning question for you and your headcanons Comet! What if Mountain has never bottomed before? What if because he's a big tough looking guy, every partner he's had just kinda assumed he'd want to top and he's a shy-expressing-his-feelings sorta guy so he never argued with it? What if he decided once and for all he wants a try at bottoming? Who would he ask and how would it go down?

I thought about just writing a little headcanon about this. But as with all things, I got carried away.

"Breathe." Aether strokes a hand up the inside of Mountain's thigh. Back and forth, a metronome of attempted comfort. Mountain hides his face in the crook of his elbow and tries to listen. The press of Aether's fingers inside of him is deliriously good, easy. He's used to this. He breathes deep, wills his muscles to relax. Aether squeezes his thigh. "Good," he purrs. Mountain is familiar with the mechanics of this. He's been in Aether's position countless times. But he's never had the opportunity to bottom. Never allowed himself to ask for it. Everyone always assumed he'd top. Always wanted him to, and he went along with it. But the second he'd accidentally let it slip that he'd only fucked and never been fucked Aether had tipped his head, ears perking up.

Do you want to? He'd asked. And Mountain had nodded, blush spilling over his cheeks. He looked way, eyes darting off to the side. He hasn't been able to really look at Aether since.

He wants it. He really does. He's experimented with a plethora of toys. He's no stranger to the stretch, the drag. He's fucked himself within an inch of his life with silicone over and over again. But the real thing? To have Aether between his legs looking up at him, watching each twitch of his movements. It's different. Intimate. A lot to handle and it's just Aether's fingers stroking against his prostate. He pulls his arm away from his face. He tries to pretend he isn't blushing down his throat.

"I'm ready, Aeth. I'm good. I want it."

Aether squeezes his thigh again and nods. He pulls his fingers out and Mountain hisses at the loss, but it dies quickly as the fat head of Aether's cock presses against him. Mountain slings his arm back over his face. He puts his other hand on Aether's chest to ground himself as Aether pushes forward and the word dissolves into the delicious stretch.

Aether swears, groans low. Mountain forces himself to breathe as Aether pushes in inch by slow inch. His body wants Aether deeper, it wants him out. It doesn't know what it wants.

Aether's cock is so much better than a dildo could hope to be. Warm. Heavy. Unyielding as Aether burrows himself a space inside of the Earth ghoul. Aether pulls Mountain's arm away so they can look at each other. And that's a lot. Looking at the way Aether's jaw drops as he bottoms out. Watching Aether's eyes snap closed when Mountain gives a test clench.

"Unholy shit," Mountain pants. "Good?" Aether asks, he reaches down to brush a wave of hair behind Mountain's ear. Mountain nods, trying to find articulate words for the way it feels like Aether is carving him apart in a way Mountain never knew he needed. He swallows.

"More. Move," he whispers, "Please." Aether bends down to press a soft easy kiss to Mountain's slack mouth. When Aether finally moves, the slow heavy drag of his cock through Mountain's body. Mountain can't do anything but keen.

[megalony]

Make you Mine

This is my second Osferth imagine from The Last Kingdom, thank you for all the lovely feedback on my first imagine, I hope you will like this one. 

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Masterlist

Part 2

Summary: Osferth’s relationship with a princess is a well kept secret, but when she becomes ill and is in danger, he makes the decision to secretly take her away in the dead of night to save her and make her his.

Enjoy.

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A rush of adrenaline coursed through Osferth's stomach and his hand tensed around the sword sheathed against his hip. He could feel his stomach fluttering at the thought of someone seeing him here in the darkened hallway and realising where he was going- or who he was going to see.

He kept close to the wall lined with furs and turned another corner, almost at his destination causing a smile to grave his lips.

When he reached the room at the end of the corridor, Osferth made sure to keep his steps light and his breaths were short and quiet as he leaned next to the door and pressed his ear close. He couldn't risk just walking into the room and there being others in there too. Satisfied he couldn't hear any raised or hushed voices, he oppened the door and headed inside.

Osferth's eyes lit up like a roaring fire and he could feel a blush creeping up his neck and spreading over his face when his eyes met with a holy sight. There she was, (Y/n), the girl who held his heart in her hands, laid out on the bed at the far side of the room. He watched the way a sparkle lit up her eyes when she saw him and how her beautiful curved lips formed into the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen. He would swear to the end of his days that (Y/n) was an angel from Heaven right here on Earth; and she was all his.

(Y/n) sat up so quickly that black spots covered her vision and her head lolled to the side before slowly coming back round again but it didn't stop her beaming smile. He didn't tell her he was coming tonight.

"Osferth." His name rolled from her lips like sugar and he couldn't help but instinctively lick his lips at the sight of her. (Y/n) looked like a Goddess sat up in the middle of the bed, her gown hanging halfway down her arm off her shoulder, her hair swept behind her ears and falling to one side and her beauty made it seem like a halo of light surrounded her.

But the smile on Osferth's lips dropped when he stared at her a bit more whilst kicking off his boots so he didn't make any noise. He watched her with narrowed eyes, noticing that (Y/n) was trembling like she was cold but the hearth was full of a roaring fire making him sweat his layers. Her eyes, though still beautiful, looked hazy and drunk.

(Y/n) threw the sheet from her body and hurried from the bed, her arms aching to be wrapped around her lover. But her feet fumbled beneath her, feeling like blocks of ice that she couldn't shift or control.

"Woah, steady there Princess."

Osferth quickly stepped forward a few paces and wrapped his arms around (Y/n), coiling her into his chest to stop her from falling. His smile was warm and gentle and his eyes bore down into (Y/n). He could feel his heart hammering away against his chest at the sensation of having his love in his arms, her hands gripping his biceps and her eyes looking up adoringly at him.

A burning sense of worry welled in his chest at how ill (Y/n) seemed now she was up close.

"You're feverish, my love." He whispered the words quietly into the hot air around them and took a moment to tenderly wrap a coil of hair around his finger, swirling it for a second before placing it behind her ear. His hand was cold against her skin which was simmering and coated in sweat and he could tell the cold touch was soothing to her when she leaned into the touch. Her lips moving to lightly kiss his palm.

"I'm better now you're here," It was true, (Y/n) could feel her strength returning at the sight of Osferth and being in his arms felt euphoric to the point she forgot she wasn't well.

His body heat was warming her up and she couldn't help but burrow into the warmth, coiling her arms to trap them between his chest and hers and her chin nudged down the collar of his shirt so she could kiss his bare skin and press her cheek against him.

Despite snuggling into his body, (Y/n) was still shivering and her body was on fire with heat raging against a cold sweat that Osferth's body couldn't fight off for her. He kept his arms tightly around her and let his chin fall on top of her head, breathing in her scent and feeling her tucked into his body like he was keeping her safe in his heart.

"Come'ere." His voice enticed (Y/n) and dragged a soft moan from her lips as he slid his hand down, feeling over the curves and ridges of her body before reaching her thigh. He couldn't help himself from digging his fingertips into the supple flesh at the back of her thigh, hiking her gown up before he pressed his arm against her and lifted her from her feet.

(Y/n) sighed into his skin, feeling a moan vibrate against her lips when she nipped at his throat and rested her head on his broad shoulder, allowing him to pick her up and carry her back to the bed she had been confined to all day.

She felt the soft mattress beneath her and an incoherent murmur left her lips when her head was laid down again. Her legs coiled around Osferth's hips and her heels dug into lower back as he kneeled on the bed, resting between her legs before stealing her lips with a kiss.

It wasn't the first time he had found his way to her room when the sun went down and the creatures of the night began to prowl. Osferth had quickly gotten his bearings and knew how to sneak past the minimal guards to get to his Princess and he knew when the sun went down no one would barge in and disturb them.

Osferth was one of Uhtred's men, a warrior with a Holy heart and it meant he didn't stay in one town for long but oh, how he wanted to stay here forever so he could be wrapped around his Princess until the end of his days. He couldn't be with her in public, not yet. She was betrothed to another and if people saw them now, he would be putting her at risk. He needed to plan out a way to get Uhtred to help smuggle her away, to take her with them so they could wed.

Osferth wasn't letting her go, not for anything.

Reaching his hand up, Osferth brushed his fingertips against her burning skin, his thumb gliding across her cheek, lips merging with hers and devouring her moans. With his lips curving into a smile, he moved down to kiss and suck at her neck instead when a crackling cough left her lips. He could feel each breath she took, croaking and broken like she was breathing in shards of glass.

"I'll ask Edith to make you a tonic." He spoke each word between kisses, his hot breath sending shivers running through (Y/n)'s blood. Of course, he couldn't tell Edith who the tonic would be for but she wasn't the kind to ask too many questions.

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A shiver rattled through Osferth and his eyes snapped open, becoming alert and a bolt of fear rushed through him, why had he woken so abruptly? He usually rose with the sun, leaving before dawn and coming back when he cold after dark. Oh God, had someone come in and found them together?

His heart thudded against his ribs but he felt a wave of ease when he looked around and realised it was barely light out. He raked his fingers through his tousled hair before rubbing his eyes that looked down at his Princess. Her body was laid almost fully on top of him but she was shaking from a sudden and rather violent burst of coughing. Osferth pressed the base of his hand against her back and rubbed up and down but it didn't seem to help much.

A surge of pain burst in (Y/n)'s chest and it made her eyes snap closed and she swallowed down a whimper, she knew how Osferth worried and she didn't want that but it did hurt. Each breath made her chest feel like it was cracking in two and she couldn't find enough air to satisfy her lungs.

Osferth watched (Y/n) sit up and it was clear it had been a mistake, it was as if the room had spun on its axis and her body wavered and he was sure for a moment she stopped breathing between coughs.

A weak smile pulled at (Y/n)'s lips when she fell back into a hard bare chest and arms secured around her waist. She let her head fall on his shoulder as her coughing fit finally came to a stop and she weakly picked up the glass of whatever tea her mother decided would help her ailment.

"Don't drink that, love, I'll bring you something from Edith tonight." He didn't want to be pushy but he had to take the glass from her when it only made her choke. He didn't know what was in it and when he smelt the unusual tea, it made him gag. Osferth knew her family were all scheming, her father was dying and when he did, whoever (Y/n) married, as his sole heir, would take the throne. Her family were fighting to control her and he wouldn't put it past someone to give her a horrid concoction to subdue or control her.

"You'll be back tonight?" (Y/n) couldn't help the hopeful tone to her crackling voice. It was never easy to smuggle Osferth into her room. Uhtred's warriors would start to notice his absence if he came to see her every night like they both wished. But it made their game of love more fun to add intrigue and anticipation in the mix.

"You think I'd leave you like this?" He didn't give her time to answer, he stole her lips in a sweet kiss that made her toes curl. Osferth didn't know how he was going to wrench himself away from her when she was ill like this, there was no way he would be able to stay away tonight as well and sit around pondering if her health had taken a turn for the worst.

The moment was spoilt by the distant sound of voices down the hallway. He had to leave now.

"Osferth-" (Y/n) couldn't even get through his name without coughing but her cough was smothered by a kiss. His hungry lips pulled her with him as he slid out from the bed, parting from her to grab his bundle of clothing and boots. He quickly shrugged on his pants and bottoms, lips curving into a smirk when he watched (Y/n) reach down and grab his sword from the floor and bundle it under the blankets.

"Good girl." He murmured with a burning smile before tiptoeing into the small cupboard just as the bedroom door opened.

Osferth crouched down to the floor and leaned his back up against the wooden beams, allowing himself to see through the small gap in the door. He shrugged his shirt over his head, making sure to stay quiet as a mouse so he could see who was coming in to disturb his Princess. A foul taste formed in his mouth when he saw her cousin walk into the room, no concern on his face at how Osferth's girl was coughing in a way most foul and ill.

Tipping her head down, (Y/n) closed her eyes as she felt her chest convulsing and her shoulders trembling as she coughed violently into her hand. A tremor of fear rattled through her chest that she tried to hide. Osferth was in her cupboard, her secret lover was in the room, unbeknownst to her cousin and he was going to hear their conversation. She hadn't told him how Lance had been bothering her about a certain topic because she knew it would upset her lover and now he was going to find out.

"What do you want, Lance?" It took all (Y/n) had to keep her voice strong and hold her head and shoulders high.

"You know what I want, and you know what you have to do. Just agree and you will have everything you ever wanted." His smile was all sharp, biting teeth and no gentleness like Osferth. He had his hands clasped in front of him in a very formal manner but his face was cold and there was a cunning, almost frightening look in his eyes.

"And you know my thoughts on the matter, so please leave."

"Listen to me, Madam. You can't rule on your own and that little nobody your mother has betrothed you to can't either. Marry me and you'll have anything you want and you won't have to worry that little head about any state affairs. Just do it."

(Y/n) shivered and snapped her eyes closed when he sneered the words at her before roughly grabbing her shoulder so tightly she could feel the bruises starting to form on her skin. He pulled her close and for a dreaded moment, she thought he was going to do something rash like kiss her or slap her- either of which would have caused Osferth to come out of his hiding spot. But he just snarled closer to her and stared at her like he was trying to possess her.

It took all Osferth had in him to stop a growl from leaving his chest.

Who did this man think he was? He couldn't order (Y/n) about like this, he couldn't force her hand and make her marry him when she clearly didn't want to. She should have told him. (Y/n) should have told him that her cousin had been harassing her and trying to get her to marry him, Osferth could have talked to his fellow warriors and got their help and advice. He could have done something to help her.

Instead, he was sat within a small cupboard, watching a conversation he wasn't supposed to hear without being able to do anything about it.

"No."

A choked sound escaped (Y/n)’s lips when Lance's free hand grabbed her other shoulder, his fingers digging in dangerously close to her throat but she choked on something between a cough and a scream when he roughly pushed her on her back on the bed.

Her head started to spun from the abrupt movement and a broken sound left her lips when it felt like she was laid on needles that were stabbing at her chest, making it harder to breathe.

"Agree to marry me!" His voice rose in pitch and deepened in tone but when his face was in front of (Y/n)’s bleary vision, she simply spat at him. Her eyes widened and tears fell from her cheeks when she realised blood was welling in her mouth from her lungs that felt like they were on fire. Osferth was right, she really wasn't very well, she hoped Edith would be able to give him a tonic- if she got out of this interaction with Lance unscathed, that is.

(Y/n) couldn’t help the scream that left her chapped lips when his hand curled in her hair and forcefully pulled her up by her roots. Her hands fumbled behind her to try and grasp his arm to get him to let go of her but she held no strength with her weakened state.

"There's more than one way to deal with you, you know."

Osferth bit down on his knuckles to stop himself from giving away his location. He couldn't have Lance find him in here because then he would hold it over (Y/n) or hurt her or do something much worse. But he couldn't stay in here much longer and watch him abuse her like this without intervening and stabbing him. He shrugged on the last piece of clothing before he stood up in the confined space, ready to burst in and pretend he came in through the door instead.

Holding his breath, Osferth watched (Y/n)'s eyes move over to the cupboard before she closed her eyes and let her body loll back against the matress, slumping down with a thud when Lance let go of her, clearly thinking she had fainted. He seemed to tut at her before growling, smashing his fist into the wall before he stormed out of the room.

Osferth wasn't no more time and bustled out of the cupboard, rushing to kneel on the edge of the bed. He took (Y/n)'s face in his hands, gently hushing her when she started to splutter and cough. Her silent cries became loud when she felt him peppering kisses to her burning forehead.

"Sshh, shh, I have to leave darling but I'll be back tonight. I'll sort something out, the only one you'll be marrying is me."

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"Uhtred- Finan, please!"

"What is it you want us to do? Arrange a good political marriage for her, storm in there and demand that she be Queen? We're warriors, Osferth." Uhtred gave Osferth a funny sort of look. He didn't know what Osferth was asking of them or what he was hoping they could all do. They were warriors by trade, they were barbaric, they killed people and destroyed villages and defended Kingdoms.

(Y/n) wasn't a Kingdom or village or an enemy to them. Just because she didn't have a say in her marriage didn't mean they could or should help her, if they helped every maiden or Princess with a betrothal problem they would never have time to do anything else.

"He'll kill her if she doesn't marry him and he might be poisoning her, we have to help-"

"No, we have to train and get ready to leave for Winchester, leave this little obsession behind." Finan patted Osferth on the shoulder before he stuck his blade in the sheath on his back and started to walk away.

Turning on his heels to look at his fellow warriors, Osferth felt his hands curling up into fists and the little bottle of tonic Edith gave him was burning right through to his skin. The more he thought about it, the more he was certain that (Y/n) was being poisoned and if he didn't help her he might lose her. He couldn't have someone else marry her and abuse her or even kill her, he couldn't lose her at any cost.

"I love her!" He all but screamed, his face starting to go red in front of his group who had turned to look at him in shock.

He didn't need their help, he would save (Y/n).

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Where was she?

Osferth silently closed the bedroom door behind him and took a glance around the room to search for (Y/n). Uhtred was planning to leave for Winchester in the morning and Osferth couldn't exactly stay behind here, he had to go with them and if that was how it had to be then he was taking (Y/n) too. There was no way he was leaving her here.

The fire was still roaring and the room was sweltering to the point his head felt like it was spinning and his body was burning already.

But when he walked over towards the window, he felt his heart jump up into his throat.

"No, no no Princess? Open those eyes for me, Princess?" Urgency rattled through his voice as he dropped to his knees when his eyes locked on his girl. (Y/n) was slumped on the floor beside the bed, her hair covering part of her face and a glass of what Osferth could only assume was the strange herbal tea was spilled next to her.

He brushed her hair behind her ear before he cupped her face, trying to firmly brush her cheek to stimulate some sort of response. She was breathing very shallow but she sounded as crackling as the fire beside them.

What had they done to her?

(Y/n) was trembling subtly, her skin coated in a thicker layer of sweat than Osferth had noticed last night. She was burning hot to touch and her skin was clammy but she was wearing a few layers of clothing like she couldn't warm herself up. He didn't like the way the colour had left her lips and caused discolour beneath her eyes.

"Princess, that's a good girl." He murmured encouragingly when (Y/n) tried hard to open her eyes, weakly managing to look at him.

"Osferth, it hurts."

"I know but not for long, let's sit you up, look."

He gently supported the back of her neck and eased her up before shuffling so he was behind her, supporting her weight like they had done this morning at the crack of dawn. He didn't like how loose and limp her body had become, she couldn't seem to move at all.

"Edith made some magic for you." Osferth's thumb gently brushed against (Y/n)'s bottom lip, tickling her skin and his fingers tucked under her jaw and gently pulled her chin down. His thumb pressing between her lips to part them so he could carefully pour the tonic from the bottle into (Y/n)'s mouth and coax her to drink it.

He kissed the top of her head, shushing her and swaying her when she started to cough, a trickle of blood leaving her lips making him want to cry.

"I- I'm scared." (Y/n) could barely look up at Osferth but when she did, she could see her world in his eyes. He was everything she wanted and loved and needed. He was her life but she felt so horrible, her chest was burning, her lungs felt like they were shrivelled up and everything was broken. It hurt to breathe but all she wanted to do was curl up in bed with Osferth and feel him kiss every part of her skin.

"You don't have to be scared, Princess. You're coming with me to Winchester, we're leaving now. And you'll be a good girl and get better for me won't you? I'm gonna make you mine."

(Y/n) felt her heart flutter in her chest and Osferth's ice cold lips press to her forehead before he started to move. His arms held her tightly around the waist and he slowly shuffled round until he was next to the bed, close enough to rip off one of the sheets and drag it onto the floor.

Osferth gently tilted (Y/n) forward, noticing the way her head flopped down so her chin was resting on her chest while he wrapped the thick sheet around her shoulders and swaddled it around her middle before he pulled her back into him.

When he got here he thought they wouold have time. He thought he would have all night to formulate a plan, help (Y/n) get things sorted and pack a bag and prepare herself. He thought he'd pin her to the bed and tell her how much he loved her and how he was going to marry her and look after her and take her everywhere he went to keep her safe.

He had no time for that now.

He couldn't pack anything, he had to take her to the inn and get Edith to tend to her to make sure she would be well enough to travel in the light of morning.

He whispered little nothings against her head, keeping her bundled in the sheet before he slid one arm under her knees and slowly rose to his feet, leaning (Y/n) against him, tucking her into his chest.

She was trembling like a leaf, each breath causing her to whimper and wince as she snuggled further into her lover. (Y/n) inhaled his calming scent of pine and dirt, managing to kiss his neck and feel him shiver against her even though he was warm and she felt ice cold.

Her nose rubbed against his skin and Osferth felt her wet lips leaving open-mouthed, shallow kisses on his neck while her shaking hand tried to move his shirt out the way so she could touch his chest. Her palm pressed to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat against her skin, his strong arms around her waist and legs, his broad chest pushing into her body and his cheek nuzzling into her hair.

He didn't know how he was going to get her out of here unnoticed, but he had to go now. Osferth took a deep breath, lifted (Y/n) a little higher in his arms, kept his chin held high and left the room with his lover in his arms.

Here he goes.

[amrv-5]

@marley-manson thanks for the WIP sharing tag.....!! yet another chunk from The Long Fic below the cut. 

i’ll tag @pomegranate @theblob1958 @mashbrainrot and @kaviiinsky (if you want and also if you. don’t write fic .... SOWWY ignore this)

Enjoy BJ having a pleasant morning by sneaking out of church:

They spent the rest of the service outside, with Erin jumping around in BJ’s jacket like one of the superheroes in Radar’s comic books. BJ tried and failed to recite a poem he’d often traded with Hawkeye to her—he kept getting lost halfway through the second stanza, and Erin had taken to gleefully repeating the last word of every line, which was as cute as it was thought-derailing. 

“Here come I to my own again,” BJ started again. “Fed, forgiven and known again. Claimed by bone of my bone again, and cheered by flesh of my flesh.”

Erin took a few toddler-wobbly steps down the stairs, and started dragging BJ’s jacket through parking-lot gravel. 

“The fatted calf is dressed for me, but the husks have greater zest for me…” he said, trailing off. He tried to imagine Hawkeye, sleep-deprived and bitter over a tray of poisonous-looking C-rations. 

He recalled Hawkeye’s voice as vividly as he was able, the timbre, the inflection, the way he elided consonants when he was tired, and the vexing half-stanza came to him almost immediately. 

“So I’m off with wallet and staff to eat the bread that is three parts chaff to wheat, but glory be!—there’s a laugh to it, which isn’t the case when we dine.”

Hawkeye’s voice was sonorous and soft, even coming to him from months in the past. 

Erin dropped his suit in favor of picking up a piece of gravel that was partially quartz. 

“Glory be, there’s a laugh to it,” BJ repeated to himself as Erin held the quartz out for his inspection. 

He held it to the light, admiring the way the light refracted through the crystal. “Beautiful,” he said, and handed the rock back to Erin. “Good find.”

“Diamond,” Erin said. 

“Quartz,” BJ said. 

Erin tilted her head.

“Quartz,” BJ said, “is a type of mineral. It’s what we call igneous—” he paused, and let her sound the new word out— “which just means that it was made when magma inside of the Earth cooled.” He tapped his cheek. 

“Do you know what magma is?” he asked. 

Erin shook her head. 

“What about lava?” he asked.

Erin’s face lit up. “Volcano,” she said. “Like hot laba.”

“Lava,” BJ said, enunciating carefully. “Well, it’s called lava when it’s outside. When it’s still inside the ground, it’s called magma. Anyway, the point is, when that melted rock—”

“You can melt a rock?” Erin asked, eyes ablaze with interest. 

“Yes,” BJ said. “That’s what metal is, and lava.”

Erin appraised the cars around them with renewed interest. 

“Anyway,” BJ said, smiling. “When that melted rock cools off, sometimes we get minerals like quartz. Actually, usually we get minerals like quartz. That rock you found is one of the most common minerals on Earth.”

“Common,” Erin repeated. 

“It’s everywhere,” BJ elaborated. “You can find it all over the place. It isn’t particularly valuable, or special.”

Erin looked at the stone in her palm. “But it’s pretty.” 

BJ cleared his throat, and then scooted down a few steps. He laid a hand on her shoulder, and then planted a kiss on her forehead. “I love you. Did you know that?”

“Love you,” Erin said offhandedly, looking for more quartz in the parking lot grit. 

BJ leaned back on his elbows and took in the sun and the peace and the vivid blue of the sky while Erin occasionally exclaimed over finding new and interesting rocks. 

[injuries-in-dust]

We don’t go to earth...

Chu looked at images of earth of their data-pad, staring at the magnificent cities, the majestic countryside, the beautiful blue oceans, and more. 

Chu glanced over at their friend, a human named Marie. “We take our next shore-leave together.”

Marie smiled at him, “I’d like that.”

Chu managed to imitate the smile, though his face hadn’t evolved to express itself the same way. Marie said it made him look ‘constipated.’ “Maybe we could visit your home, earth?”

Marie’s smile dropped. “We don’t go to earth.”

Chu cocked their head. A gesture which usually amused Marie because it reminded her so much of a confused dog. She showed no amusement this time. He voiced his thoughts, “I know earth has this reputation as a death-world but -”

“We don’t go to earth,” Marie stated in a more serious tone. “Not even humans go back to earth. Not because it’s a death-world, although, from what I’ve heard, it totally is! You wouldn’t last a day with the climate alone. We don’t go to earth, because there are earthlings down there.” 

Now Chu’s confusion was mounting, “earthlings?” he queried, “You mean ‘humans,’ don’t you?”

He’d seen enough human expressions to know a grimace when he saw one. “I’m sure that’s what they call themselves, but no one else does.” She saw his bewilderment and continued, “How many humans are on this ship? A few hundred? how many humans serve in the space-core? Millions? Maybe a billion or so? How many of them do you think list earth as their home?” She didn’t even wait for him to speculate. “None. A big, fat, zero. No human has come from earth since the last of the pioneers left, about 200 years ago.

“I was born on the Seti-Alpha colony. Ask any human on this ship and you’ll get similar answers; Seti-Alpha, Earth 2, New India, New Australia, Nova, Sherman’s Planet, Arian, Arkas, Dagon, and so on. No one is from earth anymore.”

“But why?”

She just shook her head slowly. “We left all the idiots back there.”

His head cocked again, this time in the other direction.

She continued, “It’s what I heard in school growing up. Earth used to have a population of idiots. Some believed the earth was flat, and space wasn’t real.” She noted his surprised expression. “Yeah. Some kind of twisted misinterpretation of ancient religious text. Earth was made by a creator deity, it was a flat plane, covered by a dome called a ‘firmament.’ Space, planets, stars, all that stuff, was just a lie made up by governments to trick people into not beliving in the creator deity.”

Chu’s head began to hurt as he took a second to even try and understand this point of view.

He didn’t have to speak, Marie could tell what he was thinking. “I know. It doesn’t make sense to me either.

“They were shown evidence, they said it was fake. We landed on our moon, they said it was fake. We colonised mars, they said it was fake, like actors in a studio or something.

“Some people even offered to take them into actual space, so they could see it was real. They said it would all be fake, with TV screens, CGI, and VR headsets and other dumb stuff.

“In the end, all the humans who knew space was real left the planet and went out to the colonies to start new lives. The rich at first, then the well-off, and then space travel got so cheap almost anyone could do it. Until the last of the great pioneers left earth and the only people left behind were those people who didn’t think space was real.”

Chu shook his head violently. “That is ridiculous! Where do they think all of the colonists went?!!”

Marie shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know,” she admitted, “Some big hidden city in an isolated area? Culled by the evil secret cabal that’s running the world from the shadows? Underground bases? In cities around the hidden ice wall that’s supposed to surround the flat earth? It was a few hundred years ago and I wasn’t really paying much attention in history class.

“The point is that, the real humans took to the stars and we left the idiots isolated on earth. They’ve had that place to themselves for the last two hundred years.

“That’s why we don’t go back to earth.”

[seita]

— types of doms.

kuroo, kenma, yaku, bokuto, akaashi, + konoha.

+ details what type of doms they are! 

— kuroo tetsurou.

› hard dom and a little mean

› he looooooves punishments so the bigger brat you are the more fun it is for him

› not for you tho bc he will make you cry your little heart out

› call him daddy, sir, or master!!

› you’re his babygirl when you behave but you’re his stupid little pet when you’re bad ):

› very into degredation and dacryphilia

› thinks you’re prettiest when you’re crying about how his cock is too big and how it hurts <3

+

“you wanted to act like a little brat but you don’t want to take your punishment?” he clicked his tongue, shaking his head, “that won’t do at all, kitten. you know better than to disappoint me.”

he grinned when the last words immediately made you cry, “i-i’m sorry, sir! i’ll do better! please punish me!”

the sound of you begging for him to punish you made his cock twitch in his pants. you would have drooled at the sight had you not been forced to your knees. they hit the hard floor with a thunk and it made you wince.

he made a mental note to make sure you were okay afterwards.

but for now, he pulled his cock free, “i’m going to fuck your throat and if you even think about pulling away, you won’t cum for a month.”

— kozume kenma.

› lazy dom

› he’s not strict nor does he care for punishments

› you can call him whatever you want but he likes how his nickname comes off your tongue when you’re cumming

› kind of mean bc he likes to watch you struggle to ride him

› he’s into neglect; he likes to ignore you and watch you cry for his attention

+

his eyes were glued to his phone, scrolling through twitter. even the pretty sounds of your whimpers wouldn’t draw his attention away.

you rocked your hips against his, his cock throbbing inside you as your cunt clenched around him from the stimulation of your clit. as you were whimpering and crying about how good his cock felt, his breathing wasn’t even fast.

he appeared completely unaffected.

it made a sob rip through your chest. you wanted his attention so bad, you wanted to see that your tight little cunt felt good.

with renewed vigor, you began to bounce, using his knees behind you as balance to easily lift and drop yourself down his length.

“ken!” you sobbed when he didn’t even twitch.

the sound of his nickname from your lips made him look up at you finally. tears were making tracks down your cheeks and it made him throb inside you again, “a-am i doin’ good?” you asked, seeking his praise.

his gaze softened for a second before he suddenly looked back at his phone, fighting a smirk when you sobbed again, “go faster and then we’ll see.”

— yaku morisuke.

› hard dom!

› likes to be called sir

› expects you to be a good little service sub and do everything in your power to pleasure him

› makes you worship his cock and balls daily <3

› his punishments are so mean ):

› he’ll ignore you and humiliate you until you’re crying in his lap and begging him to forgive you

› and the best way to do that is to take his cock down your throat like a good little girl <3

+

“i thought you said you could take it, princess?” the name sounded derogatory, condescending and made your skin crawl. you knew he was disappointed; you’d promised you could take him all the way down your throat and you kept choking and pulling away, leaving his cock to throb at nothing.

precum drooled from the tip to the floor, making him glare at you.

“are you stupid? hm?” he snaps, “see, this is why i think i need a new little pet to fuck. since you can’t seem to appreciate my cock properly.”

his words make your eyes widen frantically, shaking your head, “n-no sir! please, i can do it, i really can! l-love your cock so much...’s just too big...”

he hums, fisting your hair once more, “you can take it, if you really wanna show me that you’re my good girl...you’ll take my fucking cock down your throat.”

— bokuto koutarou.

› service dom from hell.

› literally will do anything and everything to please you

› call him daddy <3

› he’ll call you puppy <3

› doesn’t rlly do punishments

› his form of punishment is fucking you until you’re completely dumb on his cock and sobbing for him not to make you cum anymore

› will overstimulate himself because of how desperately he wants to fuck you

+

“puppy’s cunt is so wet,” he pants, burying his face in your neck, “creamin’ so much around me. you’re daddy’s good girl, yeah?”

“yes, daddy! lo-love your cock s’much!” you whine, nails biting in his biceps.

he doesn’t even notice, too absorbed in the lewd sound of your wet little pussy taking his fat cock. he’d already milked orgasm after orgasm from you and you could barely tell up from down at this point.

“i’m gonna cum, puppy,” he whines, “can daddy cum in your little cunt? please, puppy?”

“yes!” you squeal, “please, want your cum so bad, daddy, please-”

“alright, pup,” his voice grows tighter as he slams his hips against yours, mouth opening in a loud throaty moan as he cums, filling your sensitive cunt right up.

he doesn’t stop, however, even after his cum is fucked out of you. even when he starts tearing up from how sensitive his cock was as he continued to fuck you, intent on filling you up until his balls simply couldn’t anymore.

— akaashi keiji.

› soft dom <3

› doesn’t care what you call him, whatever you want works <3

› he’s a bit of tease

› likes to edge, deny, and ruin your orgasms

› because he likes to hear the way you cry for him to make you feel good

› knowing you could reach down to rub your clit but you want him to do it makes his cock hard

› uses very soft petnames for you like honey and pretty baby <3

+

“ah, you got tighter,” he mutters, mostly to himself, rocking his hips slowly against yours, “are you about to cum?”

your mouth falls open and you nod, tearily staring up at him in a silent plea for him not to pull away.

but he does. and you sob, kicking your legs as your body twitches sporadically.

“shh...” he soothes, offering a sweet kiss to your forehead, pushing his cock back into your tender little cunt, “you’re doing so good, just a little more and i’ll make you cum nice and hard...”

“p-please, keiji, it hurts!” you sob, clinging to him as you cry, “w-wanna cum on your cock so bad, please!”

he smiles, “you can take a little more,” he assures, letting you pull his chest flush against yours so you can cry against his neck, “you’re such a good girl, letting me edge you like this. you know it’ll be worth it.”

you really do but that doesn’t mean the build up isn’t hell on earth.

— konoha akinori.

› he can either be the meanest dom imaginable or the softest service dom for you

› another one who doesn’t have a name preference but he likes when you call him sir when he’s being mean and daddy when hes soft <3

› will call you bunny or little one <3

› sort of a sadist tbh

› into physical punishments like spanking

› will also slap you bc he thinks you’re so pretty when you stare at him with watery, startled eyes

› but he also loves when you cling to him and tremble in his arms when he makes you cum <3

+

“daddy...” you pant, eyes rolling back as his cock reaches that sweet little spot deep inside you, “feels good...”

“i know, little one,” he grins, “i can feel you squeezing me...you’re gonna cum soon, aren’t you?”

you nod and open your mouth to say something but you cut yourself off with a little squeal when he suddenly folds you up into a mating press.

“yeah, there we go...” he pants, “you’ll cream nice and hard for me in this position won’t you?”

when you don’t answer for a second, he reaches down and slaps you across the cheek. it makes you sob and your cunt clench down even tighter. suddenly, you begin trembling and your eyes roll back, making him moan.

“fuck, you’re cummin’ now, huh? all cause i slapped you?“

seita © 2021 | all content and its rights belong to me. do not modify or repost.

[katsukikitten]

Part one. Master list for plus one can be found here.

Just a nice fic I decided to write for fun. Please enjoy!

Asshole!

He was nothing but a huge, giant fucking ASSHOLE for the entire two years the two of you were dating and he decides NOW is a good time to break up with you?

Two days before your cousin's wedding and over TEXT MESSAGE?!

That fucking asshole.

He knew how you felt. Exactly how you felt about going alone to your cousin's wedding after your family begged to meet your boyfriend and teased you for "probably making him up." Which hell, he may as well have been made up considering how absent he was in the relationship. Using work as an excuse to come home late but forgetting to turn off his snap location when he showed up at the bar.

So you did what any rational woman in her upper twenties would do.

You drowned your sorrows in booze, tonight red wine as it was the only thing around, and you scrolled through your socials in hopes of distracting yourself from your suffering.

Alas the devil that is Instagram only amplified your sadness and irritation. Showing couple after couple, your friends on hikes kissing on the mountain top, kissing in the flickering light of candles at a fancy dinner or, worst yet, getting proposed to. The video showing her in hysterics screaming, "YES I DO I DO!"

And it feels terrible to feel this way. Especially about your friends, the people you love and want to support, still it stings. You hadn't told anyone about the breakup, you weren't even sure your friends even remembered that asshole's name.

A teardrop lands on your screen, magnifying all the magical lights of the led beneath the glad. You wipe away the tear and with that the feed refreshes. A new post has come in at the top, Res Riot's official account.

Kirishima stands with a fat white cat in his arms. He dwarfs the animal with his large stature that looks larger as he still has his Red Riot gear on. The caption reads something along the lines of "missed my precious baby."

Red wine is a dangerous thing as your body acts on its own. You go to his page to hit the little arrow to DM him. Typing out and backspacing your message as you struggle from the booze, you decide to say fuck it and use the voice memo feature. Before you know it your sniffling voice is playing back to you after you've hit send.

"My ex broke up with me before this stupid wedding. It's in two days and my family is going to roast me big time when I show up alone. They think I made that asshole up. I don't know why I'm even in your dms. Your account is probably run by some dick head who can't even capture your kindness. I guess I'm here cause my first thought seeing you on my timeline was Red Riot has always been my hero…"

Ugh totally fucking cringe.

There is no surprise as you see the three normally ominous dots pop up, probably his social media manager about to ask you to stop your "advances" as Kirishima is too busy to date and he'd hate to block you or some other bullshit.

But there it is a surprise to see a little bubble with the play button and some vertical lines in various heights. It takes your sluggish brain a moment to realize you've been sent a voice memo. Odd. Your thumb smashes the screen faster than you can think and a deep voice rumbles through the speakers of your phone.

"Actually I run my official and personal socials. And I'm sorry to hear about your ex doll. He sounds like a real ass. I'll be your hero, I'll go with you to the wedding."

Your heart stutters, no way, no way in HELL this was Red Riot. You had read about the horror stories before or pervy account managers taking advantage of women who so desperately wanted to talk to their hero.

Hell, it's happened to Dynamight plenty of times.

You swallow quickly but the bile rushes up your throat. Not just from the anxiety of a possible con but from drinking an entire bottle of wine with nothing on your stomach after months of sobriety. Quickly you stumble to the bathroom, abandoning your phone on your bed. You barely make it in time to praise the porcelain Gods before you fall onto your back. Looking up at the light in your cramped bathroom, the orb doubles and spins as you feel the Earth turning on its axis. You curl into your side using your bathmat as a pillow as you drift off into sleep, totally forgetting about the voice memo on your phone.

As you sleep peacefully on your memory foam bath rug, Kirishima settles into his nightly routine. One giant hand grabbing strands of long dark red hair into a towel while another sits snugly around his Adonis belt and the thick, black happy trail that follows up the center of his abs before spreading out onto his chest. He tosses the towel over the open door of the bathroom before sitting in his favorite armchair with phone in hand. Diamond, his beautiful white cat he rescued a few years ago, jumps onto the arm of the chair, purring loudly when Kirishima's free hand scratches her ears absentmindedly.

He chuckles to himself as he realizes exactly what he's done. Acting on a feeling instead of logic all because he heard a "damsel in distress." Starting off his rare vacation with spontaneity starting with an impromptu date with a stranger. He really isn't sure what you look like and it's obvious your handle doesn't have your real name in it, just PrincessPeach with some random numbers at the end. He takes the time to scroll through your profile. Seeing pictures of food, of many sunsets, a friend's dog that guest appears often, your own cat and plenty of strays.

It takes him a while before he sees a photo of you. His heart stutters in his chest as he looks you over. Laughing with a friend, soft lighting from strings over head that blur like little fireflies. Your smile is wide, half hidden by your hands as your eyes seem to smile with you. Sparkling as if they held stars.

For a moment Kirishima forgets how to breathe, it isn't until Diamond jumps down from the armchair does he inhale. He smiles softly to himself before he drops his towel, puts his phone on charge and promptly falls asleep in his bed.

Kirishima rises before the sun even has a chance to filter through his blinds. He sighs softly, getting up to a sitting position disturbing a fluffy white ball that lays beside him.

"Mmrow." Moon stone eyes blink slowly as they look at the mountainous man hogging the bed.

"I didn't mean to wake you sweet baby." He says softly, going to pet the soft white fur only for her to get up stretch and give him her butt before plopping back down.

"I know, mean ol' daddy woke you up too early again." He says softly, his hand falling onto her back before he rises from the bed. Fishing for his running shorts, socks, headphones and shoes. He makes his protein shake, leaning on the counter as he drinks it, looking at how you read, or better yet, listened to his message but still no reply. It was late and there was a small slurring of your words, he figures you've passed out. He just hopes you're okay.

His run goes as usual, up before anyone else unless they were the normal avid runner. Passing by the usual array of people. An old man holding onto his youth by jogging through his daily five mile morning run, Kirishima knows he runs another five in the evening while the sun is setting. He hopes he can embody some of this man's commitment when he is older. Then he passes a middle aged woman, who gives him the biggest smile as she pases, jogging backward to send him a wink before plowing ahead. Occasionally he'll see a running group or a few teens training to be heroes, they always ask if they can run his route. "It's long." He always warns in a kind, warm voice. They assure him they will be fine so far only one other person could handle his 12 mile morning run. A young woman in her second year of hero courses at UA. Since then Kirishima put in a word with his boss and so every time internships roll around she's in the office.

By the time Kirishima is rounding back towards his high rise apartment, the city begins to stir. Slowly waking as men and women in business suits rush towards the train, parents flinging open the doors or curtains fussing at their children who cling to an extra few minutes of sleep before school.

This was always his favorite part of the run, not because it was almost over, oh no it was because he had a chance to glimpse at everyday life. Of nine to fives, of school hours and after school hangs outs at snack bars or the library.

What most would call the mundane but Kirishima would never call it that. It's why he worked so hard to protect it.

Diamond greets his sweaty form at the door. Glaring angrily with her moon stone eyes. Tail swishing before she goes to the kitchen by her bowl. Waiting impatiently.

"I'm not late, sweet cheeks." He coos, and she glares, "I know I know. You're hungry now."

He opens the fridge, gets out the highest quality food there is and places it on her dish, sure to keep it all in the middle or she'll claim her bowl was empty. He added a splash of water too since the weather was starting to get hot.

He sucks down a water or two, demolishes a protein bar and then heads to the apartment gym.

A few hours roll by and without hearing from you yet his worry over your well being begins to cloud the forefront of his mind. He pauses his music, picks up his phone and talks out a voice memo.

A loud DING echoes from your room and around your skull as you rise with a throbbing headache.

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself grabbing at your head as you shakily rise to your feet. Yanking the handle of the faucet to drink from the stream before looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Ugh." You grunt ignoring your swollen face and eyes, yanking the mirror door open to snatch at the bottle of aspirin. Swallowing THREE extra strength pills before slamming the door shut and turning off the faucet. You make your way towards your bedroom, more than ready to sleep the rest of your day away. Grabbing at your phone to charge it you see the push notification of an Instagram message from Red Riot.

The fucking Red Riot.

Internally you scream before it bubbles up your throat and escapes. You fumble to unlock your phone before looking that it's a voice memo.

Mortified you realize you sent one too. And first at that.

"Fuck MEEE!" You plop onto the bed. Nervous this second voice memo is probably about how you're a weirdo or something as you relive the memory of asking him to be your plus one.

Hesitantly your thumb hovers over the play button before you find the strength to press the cool glass. A soft thunderous voice plays out.

"Good morning sleepy head. I haven't heard from you yet, I hope you're okay. Be sure to drink some water and eat something greasy. Trust me, late nights with Denki and Bakugou taught me something. Since the wedding is tomorrow I'll need a picture of your dress for the color and style so I can match you Sweet pea. Contact me soon so I can know where to pick you up."

Did he… did he just call you SWEET PEA? Your heart pounds in your chest before it registers he's asked for your dress color and lowkey asked for your address. This couldn't be real. It sounded like Kirishima, his voice familiar from interviews you've watched but it very well could be a prank. Defeated you hit the small microphone and reply.

Kirishima hears a sharp DING in his headphones over his music as he finishes his set. He wipes the sweat from his face on his shirt giving the few people in the gym a lovely view of his sweaty and thick torso. One woman trips on the treadmill but it goes unnoticed by Kirishima. He pauses his music and hits play on the little memo. Your beautiful yet groggy voice comes in through his ear buds causing Kirishima to bite his lip. It causes such a flutter of butterflies in his stomach he has to listen a second time to actually hear what you said. Although he understand, he cannot help but feel hurt by your reply.

"How do I know you're not just some pervy guy using Kirishima's Godly looks to prey on unsuspecting people."

Your phone chirps at you from the bed stand and you growl reaching for it. You had hoped your message would have been clear. An unspoken of you know they're a fucking creep taking advantage of their PR job.

"What can I do to prove it to you, Sweet Pea?"

You hate how that cute nickname sends your heart into a somersault and your stomach in delightful knots. Still your doubt pulls a harsh tut from your lips before you reply.

Kirishima doesn't need his phone to alert him that you've messaged him, he's been looking at his screen for far to long without having to restart his set. He listens to your voice as if it were music.

"Fine, you wanna prove it to me so bad. Take a picture of yourself shirtless with the word 'Sweet pea' you love so much and send it to me. No photoshop I know what my favorite hero looks like!"

For over an hour you don't hear back and you figure you showed that perv.

But now you can't sleep so you nurse a water, door dash a "greasy" breakfast all before cranking your shower as high as it can go. Your phone dings and you try to ignore it. You really do but as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat. Opening the message you see a classic guy mirror selfie. Kirishima is clear as day in the photo, his large hand pointing to his bare, hairy chest where sweat pea is scrawled in his adorable handwriting. He winks at the camera as his kissable lips wear a dangerous, almost cocky eyes travel down his bulk following his happy trail that dives under a pair of black shorts, the best part of the view getting cut off by the vanity. At first you try to rationalize that this was fake but damning evidence was sitting on the vanity. A fluffy white cat in a diamond and ruby encrusted collar sits on the counter giving her owner an odd look.

His cat Diamond that everyone knows he loves and adores. Slick begins to collect between your thighs and especially so after you listen to the voice memo that comes through shortly after. His normally friendly and soft voice comes out a bit dark, husky as he says in a playfully annoyed tone.

"Now send me a picture of that dress, Sweet Pea."

[dickwheelie]

This is a little specific so feel free to give it a pass if you're not into it, but would you like to like to do season 2 Lunch Date Era jonmartin with the 'friendly hugs' prompt? Thank you, and have a good day!

specific prompts are actually really nice, they give me something solid to work off of, so this was actually perfect! I had a lot of fun writing this one. thank you and enjoy, anon!

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Jon can't stop bouncing his leg.

He keeps forgetting that he's doing it, and then noticing again, and then forcibly stopping himself, but it never lasts long. The cafe is crowded and loud, which is distracting enough on its own, but Martin is also there, sitting across from him and tucking into a sandwich, gamely trying to engage Jon in conversation even though Jon keeps getting distracted and bouncing his leg.

"Jon? You there?"

Martin's voice fades back into Jon's awareness, and he shifts his gaze back to him. "Sorry," he says for the fifth time that lunch hour, "um, say that again?"

He feels bad. He does. Ever since he found out about Martin's CV, Jon's been kicking himself over how paranoid he'd been, thinking that Martin was out to get him, shouting at him over what turned out to be nothing. Jon doesn't want to be that sort of boss, that sort of person, but he'd just been so overwhelmed. He could hardly believe it when Martin asked him to join him for lunch, after all the things Jon's said to him. Still, he's grateful for the olive branch. It's too bad he keeps messing it up by forgetting to listen to Martin when he talks.

Speaking of--

"Oh, damn," Jon mutters, interrupting whatever it is Martin is trying to tell him. "Martin, god, I'm so sorry, I just got--"

"Distracted?" Martin says, and to Jon's surprise he doesn't seem annoyed, just . . . concerned. "I've noticed. Jon, are you feeling alright?"

"What? Yes, I'm fine." Jon eats the last few bites of his salad so he doesn't have to meet Martin's eyes.

"Sure? Because you seem really anxious." Martin's voice has that soft, worried lilt to it that Jon used to get annoyed by. It doesn't bother him so much anymore. It's . . . sort of nice, really, to be worried over, sometimes.

Not now, though. Because right now Jon doesn't need to be worried over. "I'm not anxious. Just . . . it's distracting in here. It's loud."

"Oh, well, let's go then," Martin says, finishing up his sandwich and standing up to gather his coat. "It's not too cold out. We can walk around downtown until lunch hour is over."

"I--" Jon wants to protest, but he realizes that yes, getting out of this small cafe would be very welcome. "That's . . . that's a good idea, actually."

His leg can't bounce when he's walking, and the early winter air is cold but not biting, and the walkways aren't crowded. Jon can feel himself calming down by the time they get a block away from the cafe. Maybe he had been a little anxious, after all. This was a very good idea. Martin has very good ideas, he thinks.

"If that cafe was too much," Martin is telling him, and thankfully Jon is actually able to listen to him now, "there's another place we could try next time. New Indian place, right around the corner from the Institute. Tim says he goes there whenever he has a PT appointment, to treat himself."

Jon wants to go back to the fact that Martin wants there to be a next time, but for now there's something more pressing to address. "Tim's still doing physical therapy?" he says. He'd thought he was finished weeks ago.

"Yeah, he says it's just follow-up appointments. He's mostly okay, they just need to make sure he's improving, I guess." Martin shoots him a sidelong look. "I thought you and he were close."

"Not, um . . . not so much anymore." Jon stuffs his hands into his coat pockets, ducking into his collar. "We don't really . . . talk."

"Oh," Martin says. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah." Jon doesn't want to get into it. Thankfully, Martin doesn't press the issue.

"Are you still going to PT?" Martin says instead. "You don't have to tell me, obviously. I just . . . I never see you outside the archives anymore."

Jon bites the inside of his cheek. "I, um . . . I sort of . . . stopped going. After the second appointment."

Martin stops short in the middle of the sidewalk, and Jon has to double back. "Christ, Jon!" he says, not angry, but aggravated. "You can't just skip out on that stuff, you could do permanent damage--"

"Martin, I'm fine," Jon says. "See, I'm walking around and everything. Trust me, if it was bad, I'd have kept going, but the whole thing was a waste of time and I had work to get done--"

"Your health comes first," Martin says, with finality, before his demeanor softens. "I'm not an idiot, Jon, I notice you staying late and coming in early, I notice when you skip meals. You're running yourself ragged. It's a job, Jon, and trust me, I know how important this work is, I get it, but none of it, alright, none of it's more important than you."

Jon blinks at him. He wants to protest, but every half-formed rebuttal sounds either defensive or outright silly. Martin is right, after all. Jon just wishes that he weren't, because then he wouldn't have to reevaluate everything he's been doing for the past two months.

Martin goes on, taking a step closer to him. "Just . . . you don't need to keep throwing yourself at a wall, Jon. At least give yourself a break every once in a while."

"I can't just walk away, Martin. O-Or, I don't--" Jon's voice has gone shaky. He clears his throat and tries again. "I--I don't really know how. There's just . . . there's so much, and I don't know where any of it leads, if it's leading anywhere at all, and . . . I just . . . I've no idea what I'm supposed to do about all of it."

Martin gives him a look that Jon doesn't know how to place. It's not pity, or condescension, which Jon would expect from most everyone else. He just looks . . . sort of sad. His hands are clasped in front of his chest, tugging restlessly on his fingers. "Jon, would you . . . um, that is . . ." Suddenly Martin thrusts his open arms out towards Jon and blurts out, "Would you like a hug?"

Jon's speechless. What a thing to be asked, he thinks, and especially by a coworker, no matter how well they know each other, it's completely unprofessional, and even if Martin were his closest friend, which he isn't, but even if he were, why on earth would Jon of all people need a hug? Sure, he's not doing all that great, but Martin doesn't need to know that, and anyway how is a hug supposed to fix anything, especially a hug from someone who doesn't know the half of what Jon's been going through lately, or how scared and confused he's been, or about Jon's very serious problems that are complicated and terrifying and can't be fixed with something as childish and simple as a--

"Yes, please," Jon says, the words coming out in an exhale of pent-up tension, and he all but collapses into Martin's open arms. His face lands just under Martin's chin, half-tucked into his shoulder, and he's just barely able to wrap his arms around Martin's midsection as Martin hugs him back tightly, squeezing him against his chest, and Jon had never known how strong Martin was, how much he had been hiding beneath those soft jumpers of his. His arms, all muscle beneath fat, feel as though they could fight off an army if they really wanted to, and despite his nagging paranoia, Jon can't help but feel utterly protected by them. He feels himself relaxing, bit by bit, sinking into the softness of Martin's chest, letting him hug him closer, just tight enough to be secure without hurting. As he leans into the hug, he doesn't feel any concern about Martin losing his grip or slipping backwards. Martin can take his weight; he knows this. He is as solid and reliable as a wall, and just as stubborn, and he will not drop Jon. Jon lets out a deep sigh, his breaths evening out and slowing, tension seeping from his limbs until he feels entirely relaxed. He feels cared for. He feels safe. It's been so, so long since he's felt safe.

He doesn't even notice that he's closed his eyes until Martin's arms shift around him, and Jon realizes they've been hugging for probably way longer than is normal. His eyes snap open and he backs off, hands sliding away from Martin, clearing his throat awkwardly. He tries not to miss the gentle security of Martin's arms.

"Um," Martin says, sounding like he's about to apologize, but Jon interrupts him.

"Thank you," he says, trying to keep his voice even. "That was--I, um. I needed that." When was the last time he'd hugged someone? Jon can't even remember. "It was really nice," he says quietly. Another one of Martin's brilliant ideas.

Martin nods, looking relieved, and perhaps a little fond, though it may just be Jon's imagination. "Anytime," he says, and Jon thinks he might mean it. He hopes he does. "What are friends for, eh?"

Jon blinks. Are they friends? How long has that been the case? He looks at Martin, hands stuffed into his coat pockets, a small smile on his face, and he thinks that yes, maybe they are friends. It would be nice to be friends, anyway. If Martin says they're friends, Jon won't correct him. "Yeah," he says, and he's very glad to see Martin's face brighten at the word. "I, um," and Jon needs to clear his throat again, "I-I'll try. To have a break once in a while."

"Promise?" Martin says, and Jon can't help but laugh.

"I promise."

Martin nods. "Okay. Good."

"This, today, lunch I mean, this was nice. I'd . . . um. I'd like to do it again."

"Oh! Um, sure. Definitely," Martin says, smiling.

"We can go to that Indian place," Jon says.

"Sure," Martin says. "Tomorrow?" His look is hesitant, but Jon's answer is immediate.

"Yes," he says, letting a smile run over his lips. "Yes, Martin, I'd like that very much."

[zodiakuroo]

Cupid’s Bullet

Dabi comes home with a very special Valentine’s Day surprise for you.

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Contains: dubcon/noncon, mentions of death, unhealthy relationship, gun play, fear play, forced orgasms, squirting, mindbreak, angst (if you squint?), quirk usage, one slap but it’s a hard one :3, overstimulation, creampie

Word count: 5.3k

Notes: pls this title is so cringe but it's like bullet instead of arrow cause... ya know but anyways happy valentine’s day from scumbag boyfie!dabi

Dating a villain meant that your relationship was unconventional to say the least. For one, public dates were out of the question, unless you wanted it to end in destruction of public property and some scorched heroes. You also always had to have some kind of flimsy excuse for your family and friends when they asked to meet your elusive boyfriend. In addition, you had to accept the fact that he would have to disappear sometimes for weeks on end to do his boss’ bidding.

There was also the small matter of arson, murder and theft and a multitude of other crimes that you’d prefer not to know about. And while you weren’t necessarily okay with a lot of what Dabi did, you loved him. You loved him so much that turning a blind eye was so easy it made you question your own morality. He didn’t scare you either. Not in the slightest, because you knew in his own special way, he loved you too.

In fact it ran much deeper than that. On his worst days, Dabi could set the world ablaze until nothing was left because in the end he didn’t care about anyone or anything, not even himself. Until he met you, he says. He tells you that in you, he’s found something to tether him to this existence.

Ok so maybe he didn’t use those words exactly, but he doesn’t have to. You know that’s what he means when he spoils you with expensive, stolen clothes and jewellery, when he offers to burn alive any person who makes you even the tiniest bit upset and when he comes home to you bloodied and beaten, trusting you to take care of him.

In summary, your relationship forced you to give up on having any “normal couple” experiences.  That included, celebrating anniversaries and silly holidays like Valentine’s Day so you never bothered to keep track of them. It could hardly be considered a sacrifice when you compared those things to what you actually got from your relationship.

Dabi had been gone for close to a month now and you didn’t expect him back anytime soon, not knowing where he was or what he was doing. In fact the very last thing you expected was for him to creep into your bedroom in the middle of night and rouse you from your peaceful sleep with a soft kiss on your temple.

You don’t jump out of bed in a panic, like any sane person would. Instead you let out a satisfied hum, surrounded by the scent of burnt flesh, ash and menthol, feeling warmth bloom in your chest. It should be unpleasant but its Dabi’s scent and you’ve missed it. You’ve missed him. You pick your phone up from your night stand, squinting your eyes at the bright light that makes them sting.

Sunday 14 February, 2:43am

“Welcome home.” You mumble groggily, trying your best to fight off your tired body urging you to go back to sleep.

Instead of replying, he greets you by pressing his mouth to yours. You let out a quiet gasp, startled by the sudden display of affection. His lips are chapped but that doesn’t matter, your tongue darts out to moisten them before your lips lock into a gentle kiss.

You reach up, weaving your hands through his dark hair in an attempt to draw him closer but he retreats, opting instead to turn on the bedside lamp but keeping his other hand behind his back. “Sit up doll. Got a surprise for ya.”

Any thoughts of sleep were long forgotten as soon as his lips met yours but now he’s really piqued your interest. You push yourself up against the headboard and sit cross-legged. You look up at Dabi expectantly. Your boyfriend is smiling wide, skin pulled so taut you think one of his staples might give out. He reveals to you what he has hidden behind his back. A square black box, wrapped in a cobalt satin ribbon.

It’s so cliché you can’t help but let out a small snort. “What is it?”

“It’s a gift. You know… for Valentine’s Day?” He says as though it should be obvious to you.

Your heart swells at the gesture. It really was a surprise. Not in a bad way, you just knew he wasn’t your average boyfriend and that was okay. You didn’t want him to be.

“Well now I feel awful. I didn’t get you anything.” You pout as he props the box onto your lap.

“’S like a toy… so it’s technically for you but kinda for both of us.” It’s unusual to see Dabi this excited. The way he’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, eyes filled with mirth makes you all the more curious.

“Like a sex toy?” A giggle escapes you as you undo the bow.

“Are we playing fuckin’ 20 questions? Just open it.” He presses you.

You huff at his impatience but you don’t comment, not wanting to wait any longer either. You remove the lid of the box only to find something wildly unexpected.

A revolver?

You look up at your boyfriend with confusion etched on your face but his gleeful grin doesn’t falter. You’ve never seen a sex toy like this so you pick up the article to test its weight. It’s definitely the real deal.

“Dabi, this isn’t a toy.” You state matter-of-factly.

He merely rolls his eyes and says “Doll, when you can incinerate someone with a flick of your wrist, that little thing is definitely considered a toy?”

“O-okay? What do you want to do with it?” You ask, placing offending object onto your nightstand, not really wanting to hold on to it anymore, the metallic smell making you feel queasy.

“Ever heard of Russian Roulette?” Dabi, picks up the abandoned item, looking down at it with pride.

“What?” You furrow your eyebrows as nervousness starts to creep into your system and you instinctively move to back away from him but Dabi is quick to pull you back.

“It’s real easy doll. No need to look so scared.” He crawls on top of you, caging you in with his limbs. “6 chambers. 1 bullet. All you have to do is be a good girl for me. If not, I pull the trigger and we see what happens.”

The look on his face is positively demented. Azure eyes wide and bright, patchwork face contorted into a a sinister smile, white teeth and silver staples gleaming in the dim light.

“Baby,” you hope the pet name will placate him. It usually does. “I don’t know about thi-“

CLICK

You let out a shriek as your body jolts in fear but you’re unable to move with his weight pressing on top of you.

“You see now doll?” He clicks his tongue behind his teeth. “You’ve gone and wasted a shot.”

Dabi climbs off of you and you’re left lying there with your heart hammering violently in your chest, body trembling, still reeling from the shock of what just happened. Reeling from the shock of what is happening

“You gonna listen now? Gonna be good?” Dabi prompts, rolling the gun around in his hand.

All you can do is nod as your eyes being to water. The uneasy feeling in your stomach only grows worse as your mind races with the possible things Dabi has in store for you.

“Good. Now strip.” He command and like a good girl, you obey.

Your arms feel like they’re made of lead, moving rigidly to take off your shirt (one of Dabi’s old ones). You can’t stop the tears from falling as you pull down your panties, fat droplets roll down your cheeks, desperately trying to swallow the sounds of your sobbing.

This can’t be happening. It’s Dabi. He wouldn’t hurt you. He promised you that.

“Oh cut the fuckin’ waterworks.” He snaps. “As long as you listen, you’ll be fine.”

You try to calm yourself with deep breaths, not wanting to irritate him any further.

When you turn to face him, he’s leaning back on his haunches, one hand resting on his thigh, the other lazily gripping the revolver. “Fair warning, I’m more of a ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ kinda guy. But you know that already.” He thumbs the cylinder, making it spin. “Now, touch yourself for me.”

Breathing is difficult. No matter how much you try, it’s like you can’t get enough air into your lungs. Thinking only of gun in your boyfriend’s hand, you still you bring your own hand between your legs, but you can’t concentrate, what with the dread taking over your body making it tough to have any control of your body. Your movements are stiff and apparently not up to Dabi’s standards.

He only scoffs before-

CLICK

You scream again, body nearly flying off the bed before you curl yourself up into a ball. The fright is enough to stop your heart. For a second you believe it has.

“Doll,” Dabi’s gruff voice brings you back to earth, reminding you that you’re very much alive and whether or not you stay that way is entirely up to him. “You’re ruining my surprise. Got it ‘specially for you and now you’re being a brat.” He quirks an eyebrow at you, almost like a challenge.

“So-sorry.-“ your voice breaks. “I’ll be good.”

You’re still struggling to comprehend how any of this is real. You thought you knew him. You thought he loved you. And here he is, treating your life like it’s a game. You can’t help but think that this is your own fault. You thought you were above everyone else, the exception to your boyfriend’s villain behaviour.

“Yeah?” His voice drops to a whisper. “Then show me.” He challenges you. Dabi slips off his t-shirt and moves between your legs to get a better view, pressing on your knees to split them apart.

Self-preservation kicks in. There is one way out of this alive and that’s doing what he says. You spread yourself even wider, showing him all of you. Your hands, glide over your smooth thighs, kneading the pudgy flesh as you get closer and closer your sex, teasing yourself the way he would.  Your fingers find your clit and just a little pressure makes your eyes melt shut. Probably for best anyway. It makes it easier to imagine anything but this. You drag those fingers through your delicate folds, letting out breathy sighs as heat begins to bloom between your thighs.

You pretend, its Dabi’s touch. In your mind’s eye you see the two of you, limbs tangled with Dabi on top, resting his forehead against yours. It’s one of those nights where he wants to go slow. So slow that the sensation of his cock dragging in and out of is you bordering on torturous. It’s one of those nights where he wants to lay his head on your chest, mouthing at your breasts, laving your nipples with his wet tongue while you tell him, in that sensual voice  that you love him, that he’s perfect, that he’s yours.  Because it’s one of those nights, where everything feels like too much for him and the only person that he really has on his side is you.

It’s not long before you’re leaking. Somewhere, deep in the back of your mind, there’s a voice chastising you for being so easy for him… even now. There’s almost no resistance as two of your fingers, press into your entrance. Your fingers are no match for Dabi’s, they never hit all those deep, hidden spots  that make you see stars but still, you start to move them slowly, brushing your thumb over your clit every so often.

“Look at me.” You feel his breath waft over your pussy.

Eyelids fluttering open and you meet his gaze. It stuns you a little and your hands come to a standstill. He is handsome, breathtakingly so, even though he thinks you’re lying whenever you when you tell him that. The way he stares at you, with love and adoration in his eyes, it’s almost like the fantasy you were just imagining. Almost like the fantasy you’ve been living in this whole time. It’s enough to make you forget the situation you’re in. Then the muzzle of the gun is pressed to your clit, snapping you back to reality fast enough to give you whiplash.

“Fucking slut.” He growls and smacks your hand away from your pussy.

You jerk as he starts to move it the gun circles over your sensitive nub and then dipping down to your tight slit to gather up your juices.

“All those fuckin’ tears but look how wet you are.” He says more to himself than you as he admires the way your slick leaves a sheen on the barrel. With his eyes trained directly on yours, his perfectly pink tongue pokes out to lick it clean, groaning at the taste.

The next thing you know his arms are wrapped around your legs, guiding them over his broad shoulders. He kisses you on your mons before his tongue begins greedily lapping at your hole. “Tastes so good doll.” He mutters with his nose pressed against your clit. He slips the wet muscle inside of you making you whine.  You reflexively grab onto his black hair, tugging on the stands and he lets out a groan of approval. He moves up to your clit, circling it with his tongue before suckling on it. While he brushes just the tip of a finger over your cunt, making it clench around nothing while you desperately buck your hips, in an attempt to have it inside you.

The way he’s eating you out is almost romantic?

Or it would be, if it weren’t for the metal digging into your flesh.

“Doll,” He places a sloppy kiss on your clit, lighting dragging his teeth over the hood. “Want you to squirt for me.”

A lump forms in your throat. You can count on one hand the amount of times that has happened. You’re not sure of the odds that you’d be able to right now and it’s not a gamble you’re willing to take. “Dabi, I don’t think I can….”

CLICK

You thrash, screaming so loud it makes your throat burn.

Dabi still holds you open, keeping you in place. “I wasn’t asking.” He makes sure to maintain eye contact as he drops a fat glob of spit right on to your clit before diving face first into your cunt once again.

He pushes 2 of his long, lithe fingers into your tight entrance. It’s unexpected and you wince. He drags his right hand (the one holding the gun) up your torso, resting the muzzle underneath your breast, right over your racing heart. A reminder of what’s at stake. He envelopes your sensitive clit with his lips, moving his fingers in tandem with the suction. You’re consumed by desire as Dabi brings you so close to the edge.

“Dee-Deeper please.” Your pant out.

He smiles against your mound before complying with your request. “Right here?” His fingers press against that squishy patch deep inside you and your eyes roll back.

“Nnnggg yeah.” You’re barely able to mewl out. You dig your heels into his back and grind against his face, chasing your high. Dabi keeps hitting that spot with astonishing precision but you hold off for as long as you can, letting the pleasurable sensation build until the pressure in your core becomes unbearable. When it finally snaps because you can’t hold it anymore, your eyes squeeze shut, hands flying to his biceps and you dig your nails into the sinewy muscle. You gush around his fingers and all over his face. Dabi doesn’t move though, flicking your clit with his tongue repeatedly until you’re trembling and whimpering, pushing him away from your pussy. He finally relents, a pop echoing around the room as he lets go of you.

He gives you a predatory look, scared face and chest wet with the remnants of your orgasm. “You made such a mess baby but I’m glad you’re finally having fun.” He’s just as out of breath as you are but far more composed.

Your head is still fuzzy and limbs are still twitching but your boyfriend doesn’t let you recover. “C’mon, doll. My turn.” He begins to undo his belt, silver buckle clinking as he rushes to drag it through the loops of his jeans

You pull yourself on to all fours, now eye level with his crotch. He pulls down his pants and boxers in one go, his erection almost hitting you in the face.

“You’ve been lucky so far.” He taps the bulbous head of his cock on your lips, smearing your lips with the pre that dribbles out of it. “But I wouldn’t test it if I were you. Open.”

Your mouth is already watering at the sight of him. So long, thick and veiny. It’s disgusting actually, this Pavlovian response. He fucks you deeper, stretches you wider and makes you feel better than anyone ever had. You wonder briefly, if anyone ever could fuck you as good as Dabi.

You stick out your tongue and he slides himself between your lips, groaning as he pushes into your mouth, slowly, inch by inch. He fills your mouth completely and you shut your eyes, savouring the salty taste of him but you feel the muzzle press against your temple and making them shoot open. “Atta girl. Lemme see those pretty eyes.” He grunts as he plunges into your throat. You bob your head up and down his shaft, the hand at the back of your head setting a brutal pace. The room is filled with the sounds of you gagging and his hefty sac smacking against your chin.

“So good to me baby.” He tilts his head back, losing himself in the pleasure. The wet heat of your mouth surrounding him while your saliva leaks out, dripping down his balls. Dabi is big and heavy, stretching you so wide and making you jaw ache from the weight of him. You’re already lightheaded from the lack of air, no matter how much you try breathing through your nose. You don’t dare to complain though.

He pulls out of your mouth slowly, stretching a string of saliva from the head of his dick to your tongue that’s hanging out of your mouth. You pant like a bitch attempting to catch your breath. He doesn’t give you much time before he’s in your throat again, back to fucking your face.

“I love you so much. You love me?” He sounds so sweet, totally blissed out.

He stops thrusting and tilts your head up to look at him, blinking tear-clumped lashes. You try utter a ‘Yes, I love you.’ but with his shaft gagging you, it comes out all garbled. The muscles in your throat convulse around the deep intrusion. “You’d do anything for me right?” He asks, jabbing the muzzle even harder into your temple, finger resting lightly on the trigger. You nod, watching Dabi lose his composure bit by bit. “Yeah. That’s why you’re my girl.” He pushes himself even deeper inside you, making you finally take all of him, until your nose meets his pubic hair and holding you there. “Fuck.”

CLICK

“Hmmhhhhngggh” You squeal around him but you can’t pull off because of the grip he has on your scalp. When he lets you go you’re choking and coughing up a lewd mixture of spit and pre-cum.

“Wh- Why” You blubber, voice hoarse. You don’t understand. You were doing exactly what he asked. You were being good.

“Sorry baby. Felt so good, my finger slipped.” He doesn’t even try to hide his mischievous smirk. The fucker is definitely not sorry.

You want to beg him to stop this ridiculous game because you see now there’s no way you can win because Dabi doesn’t play fair.

He doesn’t give you the chance though, already shuffling off his bottoms all the way and propping himself up against the headboard. “C’mon pretty baby.” He tugs on your ankle.  Wanna see you bounce on my dick.”

You clumsily position yourself atop his lap quickly, before you can even think about it. You know he doesn’t need a reason to pull that trigger but still, you don’t want to give him one.

He grinds his tip along your heat, piercings dragging across your clit over and over again. It’s something he does whenever you have sex, to rile you up. And just like all those other times, it’s working. Circumstances be damned. “Needa feel this hot little pussy. Give it to me doll.” He murmurs against the shell of your ear.

You nod as you lift yourself off of him to hover your dripping wet hole over his hard dick. You slowly squat down on onto him, the fat head stretching you out, burning with every inch you take. You mewl, making futile attempts to blink away tears. You get halfway before you have to stop, resting your hands on his shoulders trying to gain leverage. You’re outright crying now, wet droplets landing on Dabi’s chest.

“’S matter doll.”

I’m terrified. You yell in your head but stay silent, choosing to focus on relaxing your ever-tightening hole in order to take more of him.

“Oh, I know.” He coos, voice dripping with condescension. “’S too big for your tiny cunny.” He leans forward to kiss away the salty tears. “But you can take it. I know you can.” He cups your jaw, stroking your cheek with a calloused thumb. “You can do it for me”

You start to move slowly up and down, using gravity to force more of his monstrous cock inside you with shallow movements. You really are trying your best but that’s apparently not good enough for Dabi and he lets you know that by pressing the barrel of the gun into your stomach. You freeze, horrified, more tears start falling from your eyes. You open your mouth to beg him to just give you a little time. You’re trying.

“Quit being a baby and just take it.” He says before you even get the chance.

“I’m trying Dabi, please just-“

CLICK

He cuts off your plea.  He’s not interested in your excuses.

The rotation of the cylinder sends vibrations through your abdomen. Amidst the shock, you release your grip on his shoulders and impale yourself on his shaft by mistake. The combination of the searing stretch and the blunt head of his cock kissing your cervix is so overwhelming that you collapse forward, head falling on to your boyfriend’s chest. You feel the rumbles of his chuckles while he’s quite literally splitting you open.

“See? Knew you could. Just needed a little scare. Isn’t that right.” He rubs your back as if to comfort you. He lets out a low whistle. “But looks like you’re all out of chances doll. Now bounce.” He gives you a spank with an inhumanly warm hand, making you squeal and leaving your cheek tender.  

Your hands find purchase on his shoulders again. Dabi’s sapphire eyes are practically glowing, daring you to be stupid enough to defy him one more time.

You pull off almost entirely, keeping just his tip inside of you, before spearing his shaft into you again.

“Good girl.” When he praises you with that raspy voice makes you keen and desperate for more of it.

His hand snakes its way up your torso to cup one of your breasts. Your back arches, pushing into his scorching hot touch, forgetting momentarily about his other hand and what he’s holding in it.  He gropes your chest, tweaks and twists at your nipples, leaving red, inflamed hand prints in his wake. You’re practically delirious with pleasure, babbling out incoherent streams of his name along with “yes” and “more”.  All the while, he murmurs praises about how good you are and how much he loves you. It’s confusing and you can’t process any of it.

“Who owns this perfect pussy?”

“Dabi. Fuck. Dabi.” Your tongue lolls out of your mouth in the most obscene way, drooling down your chin. Your plush walls pulse around him as he hits that sensitive spot every time you sink down on him.

“That’s right it’s all fuckin mine. My pretty baby.” Dabi’s eyes are focus on where your two bodies are connected watching the translucent ring of your cream appear and disappear as you ride him.

“Preeeettyyy.” You slur and he laughs at how fucked out you are, brain completely jumbled between the fear, the pain and the bliss all combined into ecstasy.

“Doll.” He groans. “I feel ya squeezin’ me. You gonna cum?”

He’s right. You nod as you feel that coil tightening again, threatening to snap at any second. The man finally starts putting in work, pounding into you every time you pull off of him. Dabi abandons the gun in favour of playing with your clit, rubbing quick sloppy circles. “Yeah? Gonna cream and gush around me? Want you to baby.” He buries his head in the crook of your neck, sucking, biting and licking while he assaults your sopping wet pussy. “C’mon doll, please.”

With that you orgasm. He grabs your hips pulling you flush against his thighs, fucking you through your orgasm, rolling his hips up into you until your high finally subsides.

He doesn’t let you catch your breath before he’s got the revolver pressed hard underneath your chin. “Now make me cum.” You almost collapse but the harsh grip he has on your hair suspends you upright.

Your mind is so foggy and Dabi gives you a small smile, appreciating the perplexed look in your droopy eyes. But he’s not done with you yet.

“Hey.” You’re ripped from your daze, when he slaps you across the face, sending your head swinging to the side. “Don’t pass out on me now.”  

“So-sorry! ‘M sorry!” You grovel as you slam your tired body down on his dick once again, trying to ignore the throbbing on your cheek, the ringing in your ears, and the ache in your battered cunt.  You’re so sensitive from your last orgasm but you don’t have a choice and you don’t dare deny him anything. Your thighs are quaking and burning with every movement but your boyfriend is unimpressed.

“You can do better than that doll.” He lets out a bitter laugh, enjoying every second of tormenting you. “It’s like you want your brains splattered on the ceiling.”

You start crying again, shaking your head frantically. In the time that you’ve been with Dabi, you’ve learned certain tricks, you know he likes it, but in this panic/lust induced frenzy, you can’t remember any of them. Instead, you bounce, mindlessly on him while your gummy walls clench tighter around him every time he nudges at your a-spot. Your legs are going numb from all the effort and you plop down, limp onto his lap, taking him to the hilt.

Dabi tsks at you, reminding you that you can’t rest just yet. You swivel your hips, grinding your pelvis against his while he’s buried deep in your wet heat. You pray to whatever deity is listening that he’s getting close, you’re not sure how much more you can take.

“If I don’t bust in the next 5 seconds.” His hand finds your clit again, you grind across his fingers has you rock against him. “Bang!” He emphasises the word by bringing a heated palm down on your ass.

A choked sob bubbles at the back of your throat, making him snicker

Hands pressed to his chest, you ride him like a woman possessed, the last bits of adrenaline kicking in. Your sloppy cunt squelches every time you drive yourself down on his cock just motivating you to fuck him harder.

“Five.” He grits out.

“Dabi, please!” But you’re met with icy, apathetic eyes staring back at you, feeling the terror that the rest of the city does when they so much as hear his name.

“Four.” He rubs your already raw clit, faster and you can feel another orgasm building, much quicker than your last two.

Your body feels so heavy but you can’t stop moving, not unless you want him to- “Please cum!” You beg. “Need your cum.”

“Three.”

He starts to fuck up into you again with unforgiving force.

“Wh-Why?!” is all you can manage as your mind starts to fog up again, the need to come becoming all the more urgent.

“Two.” He ignores your question, transfixed on your tits bounce in his face. You’re getting close to your third orgasm of the night and it seems Dabi is determined to get you there.

You still can’t believe this is real. You never thought that Dabi would treat you like this. You were supposed to be special.

Or at least that’s what he told you.

Moreover, you can’t believe how your own body is betraying you. You can’t believe you’re actually going to cum. Again.

“One.”

You cry out his name one last time, unsure if it’s out of fear or pleasure. You dig your nails into his arms again, in a feeble attempt to ground yourself as you cum around him. The orgasm that rips through you makes it difficult for you to be sure of anything.

What you are sure of is the fact that there was no bang or bullet.

Just one last CLICK (practically drowned out by your screaming) and the sensation of Dabi’s hot cum flooding your womb. He has a bruising grip on your hips, gun now discarded, and he ruts up into to making sure to stuff your cunt absolutely full of him. He begins to laugh as he softens inside you.

Your head is still spinning but once you’re able to push yourself off of him, you can finally make sense of what just happened.

He was fucking with you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yell, using weak and quivering arms to throw pillows at him while you cry so hard it makes you dry heave.

Your asshole of a boyfriend starts cackling, clutching his abdomen as if he just pulled the world’s funniest prank while your heart is beating so hard and fast you think it might break through your ribcage.

“You should have seen your face. You were so fuckin’ scared.”

You become nauseous, feeling bile rising in your throat as you come to a sickening realisation.

This is not your Dabi. This is the Dabi that the rest of the world gets to see.

Evil, sadistic, merciless. This is the real Dabi.

You attempt to scramble off of the bed to get away from him, feeling overwhelmed by the humiliation. But Dabi grabs your wrist and yanks you into his chest, wrapping you up in his arms. A gesture you used to treasure but now it just made your skin crawl. “C’mon Doll you didn’t think I was being serious did you?”

You writhe in his hold, hitting against his hard, toned chest with pathetic fists. “Don’t be such a crybaby. It was just a joke.” He strokes your hair oh so tenderly. But you won’t fall for that again. Dabi is a villain through and through. You know that now.  

It’s no use fighting him off though, all the fight in you is used up. You don’t know what else to do. So you do the easy thing: nuzzle your head into his chest, tremors rocking your body as you hiccup, while he holds you. That way you can pretend that you feel safe with him, just like you used to.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, doll. I love you.”

[ysljoon]

Lunchbox Friends|Park Jimin x Reader

This fanfic is mature so please avoid if you are not 18+. This is also a yandere fic so there are sensitive topics.

Warnings: Drinking/mentions of alcohol, partying, oral sex (f receiving), assault (Jungkook gets punched by Jimin), choking, noncon sex, Jimin is a peeping tom, masturbation, creampie. threats, mentions of a knife

Jimin had been by your side since middle school and you guys have been stuck together by the hip since then and refuse to separate. You don’t ever plan on living your life without him as he has seen you at your highest highs and your lowest lows. He knows you inside and out and you wouldn’t want this any other way. It wasn’t until you guys went to college that you realized your friendship had overstepping boundaries. It wasn’t noticeable to you until your friends pointed it out to you and even then you were still in denial. Why would your best friend suddenly not look out for you? It just didn’t make sense to you and you wanted to push it out of your mind.

Tonight was Hoseok and Jungkook’s party and you felt the whole campus buzzing with excitement. You were never close with Hoseok, but you had a few run-ins with Jungkook since he was friends with Jimin and Jimin had introduced him to you. Jungkook seemed like a sweet person and you had your eye on him for a while so you thought tonight was the perfect night to make your move on him. Once your classes were done you took the shuttle to your shared apartment with Jimin to get your outfit ready for tonight. When you reached the apartment you saw Jimin on the couch just watching TV.

“Y/N! You’re back, come give me a hug I missed you!” You dropped your bag by the couch and collapsed in his lap. He attacked you with tight hugs and kisses on the top of your head. Your friendship is very close and touchy, but this is just what happens after years of friendship so boundaries were very few and far between. You snuggled in his lap and scrolled on your phone to kill time and he continued to watch some drama filled reality show that he constantly loved to watch.

As time passed you realized it was an hour before the party so you tried to get up from Jimin’s lap but he wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you down. “Y/N can’t we just stay here for the night you can have so much fun with just me! We don’t need to go to some dumb party to have fun on a Friday.” Jimin whined, but you pried yourself from his arms and made your way to the bathroom to shower. You stepped in the shower and played music to get you in a hype mood to be in the party mindset. You were singing your heart out and didn’t hear the bathroom door creak open to create a slight opening that allowed your body to be exposed to prying eyes. Those prying eyes belonged to Jimin and you were unsuspecting of the fact.

Jimin ogled your naked body in the shower through the steamy glass panes and it started to make his pants tighten. Jimin started to palm himself while admiring the curves of your ass and breasts. You were in the middle of shampooing your hair, your bottle of body wash fell off the shelf and you bent over to pick it up and that had Jimin groaning from pleasure. He unbuttoned his pants and slid his underwear down enough where he could fist his cock with ease. He filthily spit into his hand and rubbed his dick slowly to not build up to his orgasm too quickly. You started to sway your hips back and forth to the rhythm of the upbeat song in your playlist. This had you looking so sexy in Jimin’s eyes. He wasn’t only getting off on how good your soapy body looked in the shower, but also the thrill of knowing he’s jerking off to his best friend who doesn't know how much he wants to ruin her right on the spot. Jimin hurriedly came to his orgasm when he realized you were almost done with your shower and hurried to his room when he stroked out his high.

You finished getting ready and slipped on a tight dress. You slipped on your shoes and waited for Jimin on the couch. After 10 minutes of impatience you knocked on his door and he swung it open after the second knock. “It really surprises me how impatient you are, it’s a wonder how I’ve tolerated you for this long.” You just rolled your eyes in response and grabbed his hand to leave.

Once you enter the house party you notice both Hoseok and Jungkook talking in the kitchen. Just seeing Jungkook brought butterflies to your tummy. Before you made your way to the men you found the table filled with bottles of drinks and poured yourself about two shots worth of fireball and downed it in one big gulp. You needed liquid courage if you wanted to make any progress with Jungkook tonight. Jimin watched you with wide eyes at your sudden behavior and you just gave him a wide smile while you made your strides to the kitchen. Jimin stood in his spot dumbfounded on how easily you left him. It irked him and made him feel disposable. He tried to brush off the feeling but it loomed over him for the rest of the night. He followed the direction you traveled to and saw you talking to Jungkook. You were giggling to no end and your cheeks were so round from how much you were smiling. This whole night bothered Jimin as he expected to spend it with you and only true. He walked away from the scene and moped on the couch while watching the party go down. If he continued to watch you throw yourself at his friend he would end up doing something he would regret.

“Y/N I’m surprised we haven’t properly hung out, you’re so much fun outside of class!” You rolled your eyes at his comment and poured yourself another mixed drink. The drinks helped you and Jungkook start to get cozy with each other. Hoseok even left you two alone when he noticed the atmosphere start to change between you two. Somehow the two of you managed to get rid of any space between each other and were now in close enough proximity to be skin to skin. The two of you were drunk enough to be bold but also not drunk enough to forget what happens if your actions don’t work in your favor. You started to eye his lips and Jungkook noticed because he started to come closer to you and get rid of the already nonexistent space between you two. Slowly your lips started to mold together and your stomach felt like there were fireworks bursting inside you. The two of you pulled away and Jungkook kept his hand on the small of your back. “Y/N, I hope you take me up on this offer or I’ll feel like a total idiot, but do you want to go up to my room and continue?” You were quick to agree and fervently nodded. Jungkook gave you a grin and took your hand in his and you two were quick to go up the stairs to his room.

Jimin saw you two go up the stairs and now he was livid. His best friend ditched him to go get fucked by his friend. You were selfish and he was going to make you regret your decision of being such a whore in front of him. He downed his drink and rushed up the stairs to Jungkook’s room. He swung open the door to find you completely naked and Jungkook’s head between your thighs. Oh how he wishes it was him instead. You looked at JImin mortified and crawled under Jungkook’s bedsheet with haste. Jungkook came close to your side and held your shaking body. “J-Jimin you could’ve at least knocked or something!” You were borderline angry at this point as Jimin wasn’t taking any hint to leave. Jimin took it upon himself to invite himself further into the room and locked the door behind himself. Now Jungkook was starting to get agitated. “Bro you’re my friend and all, but I really think you should go right now. I wasn’t doing anything to your best friend that she doesn’t want.” Jimin was furious to hear Jungkook’s words and in a blind fit of rage he punched Jungkook out cold and watched his body drop to the floor with a loud thud. “Jimin! What on Earth are you doing?” Now you really were scared as you have never seen Jimin act out so violently.

“Y/N, you have no idea how much I want you and have fantasized about you. Now you’re going to see tonight how I’ll make you mine!” He grabbed you by your throat and threw you down on the bed. You started to strain yourself to get any chance to breathe, but any chance you got Jimin held onto your throat tighter. He had a sinister look on his face and you were scared for your life. When your vision started to go in and out from darkness Jimin released his grasp on you and you dry heaved for oxygen. He did that just to put you in a weakened state and he used it to his advantage. He crawled on the bed and loomed over your body and grabbed your legs to drag you closer to him. He tried to force his head between your thighs but you clamped them together but he managed to pry them open. He gave you a hard slap on the back of your thigh. “Princess you won’t like me if you disobey me and fight back so just please just let me love you.” Jimin tried to give you a soft look, but you can still see the darkness embedded into his eyes. You forced yourself to comply without making eye contact. The idea of your best friend was gone and you would do anything to have him back and not have this monster in front of you.

Jimin lowered his head down to your core and gave you kitten licks on your clit. You felt so much sensitivity and you clamped your legs around his head. You felt Jimin let out a light chuckle and you tried to block the sound out of your mind. You tried to make the situation better for yourself by imagining that it was just Jungkook above you instead of Jimin taking advantage of you. Once Jimin had his fill of eating you out he lifted himself up and freed himself from his pants. Once he had his cock out he shoved himself into your tight, wet cunt with no mercy and you gripped onto the sheets with a vice grip. “Kitten, don't you love how my fat cock feels in your hole? Don’t I make you feel so good.” You had your eyes shut trying to acclimatize to his cock, but the pain was taking too long to subside. Without even getting a chance to answer, Jimin grabbed your jaw to make you look at him. “Y/N, I want an answer. Tell me how good I make you feel.” You felt so embarrassed, but you just needed to give him an answer to please him. “Y-yes you make me feel so good! “ Jimin loved how his cock looked sliding in and out of your pussy and how your tits bounced and that it brought him close to his orgasm. You felt his grip get tighter on your hips and you felt his thrusts get rougher and his groans get louder. You knew he reached his high when you felt his hips stutter and his cum start to leak out from your hole. Once he was out of you he got dressed like what just happened was not troubling. You stared at the ceiling and felt the tears drip down your cheeks. Just when you thought it was all over Jimin’s body was above you again and this time he had a pocket knife pressed to your throat. “If you ever try to get with Jungkook or anyone else I will kill you. You are mine and only mine you need to know that.”

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[lesbobiwan]

ECHO BEING A SUB PLEASEEE?? and he’s like making a lot of noise and him masterbating by your demand and with a fem reader por favor☝️🙂

your wish (wishes teehee) r my command!

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cw: edging, cockwarming, sub!echo

the room is quiet save for the quiet whimpers of the trooper kneeling in front of you and the sound of skin sliding against skin.

"please," echo whines, hand flying across his cock and twisting at the head just the way he likes.

you hum in contemplation. "are you close?" you ask, deliberately ignoring his desperation.

you know the answer. of course you know the answer.

echo has jerked himself raw only to deny himself at the last second, all according to your whims. his hand will fly away from his cock the moment you open your mouth, despite the way his eyes water and his hips jerk in search of a denied release.

its intoxicating to have this type of power over him, and arousal burns hot under your skin at the knowledge that you're about to take it a step further.

"please!" echo begs again, hand somehow quickening as if he can cum before you open your mouth to stop it.

"answer me," you demand, leaning forward in your chair. "are. you. close?"

"yes!" echo answers, voice ragged and laced with desperation.

his thighs tremble and you can see how his abdomen quivers with every twist of his wrist. his cock is a raging red and you can almost taste the precum that swells at the slit.

your lips stretch into a grin that you know is downright mean. "stop."

echo wails even as he obediently drags his hand away.

his hips jerk to try and chase after his hand that flies to cover his eyes, and fat tears begin to drip down his cheeks through his fingers.

you hum in approval, pushing off your chair and moving towards where he's kneeling on the bed. "good boy," you whisper.

his breath hitches in his throat as you straddle his lap.

his engorged cock pushes against your soaking cunt, the head of it pushing up right against your throbbing clit.

"can i cum?" he whispers, tipping forward to drop his head into the crook of your neck. "please,"

you tilt your head to press a kiss to his temple. "not yet," you murmur into his skin, reveling in the sob that he tries to muffle in your neck.

"color, echo?" you request softly, pulling your head back to get a glimpse at his face.

his cheeks are red and damp with tear tracks, and his eyes are glazed over. echo is beautiful.

"green," echo gasps, sucking in air like a man saved from drowning. "just — can you... kiss me?"

you feel your face soften at his request. how could you ever deny your sweet boy something like that?

you tip his chin up and press your lips against his.

he shudders against you, lips trembling against yours.

it's chaste. not the sexiest kiss given the situation, but you think it's perfect.

when you pull away, echo's chest no longer heaves under the force of his breaths. his hands skim down your hips and to the tops of your thighs.

"can you do one last thing for me baby?" you ask quietly, beginning to rise up on your knees.

echo nods before you even finish your sentence. "yes," he promises, "yes, anything,"

you reach between the two of you and guide the head of his cock to your soaked pussy. "don't cum yet," you slide down his length until your pressed flush against his thighs.

echo's head tips back and his groan reverberates through the room.

his cock throbs inside you, twitching against your walls, and you release a shuddering breath at the feeling.

"how long do you think you can last?" you murmur, hand rising to scratch against his scalp.

echo trembles beneath you, hands tightening on your thighs, "i — i don't know," he whimpers, voice strained with the effort not to cum.

"do you think you can wait five minutes?" you try your best not to clench around him. the least you could do is make it easier for him, but he's just so thick and he stretches you so perfectly that it's hard not to flutter around him.

"no, i — i'm not sure," echo can't stop the keen that slips past his lips. "i want to, i wanna try,"

the adoration that swells beneath your rib cage should be enough to have you floating away and into atmosphere.

you grind down against him, rolling your hips as minutely as you can to sate your own desires while keeping echo carefully suspended on the edge.

echo sinks his teeth into your neck, and the pain has stars dancing across your eyes.

fuck, you're so close you don't think you'll be able to last much longer.

"make me cum," you command, fingers stopping their scratching at his scalp to wrench his head back, forcing his teeth from your neck, "touch my clit and i'll let you cum, echo."

echo's hand flies to your clit no sooner than you give the order. with practiced fingers, he rubs devastating circles into your bundle of nerves. he drags his lips up your neck as he tips his head back to whisper in your ear.

"sir yes sir," he murmurs into your skin, and you shatter apart around his cock.

the force of your orgasm has your vision whiting out. it's almost an out of body experience. it's earth shattering and life changing and so completely echo.

when you finally sink back into your body, echo is quivering beneath you like a seismic charge set to implode. his eyes are clenched shut and teeth gritted as he staves off his orgasm.

he's been such a good boy.

you rise off of his cock on unsteady knees before sinking down onto the thick carpet.

echo's breath hitches as he stares down at you through lidded eyes. "mesh'la —"

you cut his protest off with a soft sh, "you've been such a good boy for me echo," you praise, hand inching up his leg to close around the base of his cock.

echo whimpers, cock jumping in your grip.

"and good boys get rewarded," you tell him just before you close your lips around the head of his cock.

[sarcasticfina]

prompt: petrichor - @schedios

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Bonnie stood in the middle of the lawn, her feet bare, and her arms outstretched.

Warm rain. It started with fat plops that landed on her face with no grace and grew into a downpour that was quickly soaking her through. The earth had been stone dry, brittle grass crunching underfoot, for months now. Just shy of setting fire, it seemed to walk the line between life and death. And just when the world could have been set ablaze, the rain came, drowning it of its woes.

Petrichor filled her nose as the dusty dirt turned to soft soil.

Her magic had been… off lately. It got like that sometimes. Magic was linked to nature in a way she didn’t always understand. She often wished Grams was still around. She could’ve taught Bonnie so much more about magic, what it meant, how it should be used, where it came from, and how to nurture it. Instead, sometimes Bonnie felt like she was piecing it together as she went. One thing she’d picked up on was that when the earth wilted, she could feel a weakness in her magic. Not as stable or as powerful as it could be.

Tipping her head back, she let the rain pool atop her eyes and crawl around the dips and curves of her face. Her fingers tingled and her blood buzzed. She could almost smell the sweet tang of magic in the air.

Renewal. Rebirth. Rejuvenation.

She could feel the earth sing as it was fed. Once dehydrated and desperate, now it opened its mouth wide and filled its belly.

That was how Damon found her; toes dug into the muddy grass, clothes clinging to every inch, hair hanging in heavy hanks down her back.

“If you catch a cold, I’m not spoon-feeding you soup.”

Her eyes opened and a slow smile spun across her lips. “Liar.”

The familiar weight of him pressed to her back and his hands slid around her waist, drawing her in. “Fine, but it’ll be Campbell’s. Nothing homemade. Just out of sheer protest.”

She rested against him, head lolling against his shoulder, and brought her arms in, hands stacked over his. “You’d be Googling the best homemade soups the second I got the sniffles.”

“Only because your delicate human constitution needs constant tender loving care.”

“Mmm. And you’re just the man to provide it, huh?”

“Well, someone has to.” He brushed a kiss against her temple and squeezed her. “What’s this little rain dance about?”

Bonnie’s gaze reached for the sky, only to blink rapidly as the rain continued to come down in heavy sheets. “I can feel it… In my magic. I can feel how much the earth needed this.” Taking a deep breath, she let it settle in her lungs and spread through her body, a warm hug. “I think I did too.”

Damon hummed. “A few more minutes… Then we should get you into a warm bath. And a cozy sweater. Maybe put on some tea. Get you a good book, you can enjoy the rain from the nice, warm house.”

“I’m not going to get sick,” she reassured, rubbing her hands over his forearms. “But if it’ll make you feel better…”

“It would. Can’t have my favorite witch down for the count.” He nuzzled against her neck and dropped a kiss to her shoulder.

They stood in the rain for a while longer, until her toes had grown numb and she’d begun to shiver. And then he was scooping her up bridal style— “You’ve got mud on your feet!”— and speeding her through the house. In a blink she went from the backyard to standing next to his oversized bathtub.

After he’d turned the water on enough to steam, he wiggled his eyebrows as he peeled her shirt off her while she worked at unbuttoning his jeans. “Get enough of the healing power of rain then?”

Glancing at the many pillar candles that filled his bathroom, she lit them without a word. They burned bright and loud for a moment before dying down to a warm glow.

Damon smirked. “Sexy.”

She laughed under her breath. “Seriously?”

“Oh yeah.” He tugged on her jeans, drawing her closer. “Non-verbal magic, fire, a bath fit for two… My kind of party.” He pushed the jeans off her hips, thumbs hooked in her underwear, and with a shimmy of her hips, he was peeling it all down her legs.

He climbed into the tub first with her comfortably tucked in front of him. He soaked a cloth in hot water and washed her neck and shoulders, arms and hands, and each one of her fingers. All the while, she listened to the rain pelt the window, her head resting on his chest. He drew her hands up and kissed the tips of her fingers, delicate and soothing. And this was its own renewal; its own healing.

The earth was fed, and so was she.

[lazarettta]

Misthios

Characters (Reader x Mother Miranda...?) 👀

Rating (T)

Word Count (2.8k)

Warnings (none, first half is has no dialogue, writing while high,)

Once her little warrior, always her little warrior.

I'm sorry if it's hot 🗑💀

The fire was finally the way you wanted it and you could finally fucking rest. You'd been hiking all goddamn day through the rain and snow, and you just wanted a minute to rest and to eat. The sun was starting to set and you still needed to set up your tent, but for the moment you were content to just sit on the log and get warm.

“Who'd ever think a Spartan would be in Rome looking for answers, hm?” it was ironic, how you would've been accused of being a traitor or something like that back then. Ha...back then?

Truthfully you weren't sure anymore where your life really started it's been so long, centuries really if you were being honest. Sometimes even your own secrets were too overwhelming for you to admit, and as the years continued to pass you by it was getting harder and harder for you to hold onto the same principles you once believed in. The wars you've participated in, two of them by choice...and as a favor for the third.

It shouldn't have been possible but it was for you, it was both a blessing and a curse because you were nothing special...you grew up with Spartan blood running through your veins, pushed at a young age to hunt and to protect, it was a common tradition for families then, especially for the oldest or only children. Your didn't ever recall your father, he died in battle before you were born but your mother was there, always. Even if her face was blurry after all of the time that has passed you by—you still remember her teachings and her technique. Your mother was the best hunter in Sparta, proudly.

But after...after her passing, the streets taught you how to be a mercenary at a young age...and then an assassin, not by choice but by necessity because you weren't a good person then, not really, and you still weren't now...but you still had the will do what was right, and so you did.

And maybe that is why the Gods did not let you die in the battlefield when you'd been caught off guard, for what is no longer relevant as it is now long gone, but the scar left through your heart would forever stain you inside and out by some random Greek bastard. You don't remember much of the dying part as much as you remembered how badly it hurt and how livid you were watching him stand over you with his bloody sword raised to the heavens. But just like your pain, that emotion was ebbed away as you laid there dying.

And die you did. And your body laid there for who knows how long but when you woke up, oh you sprung up ready to fight but there wasn't a fight left to be had...the war was over...but you didn't know that until you woke up the second time. Not realizing that your body was next to be burned in the ditch as the battlefield was being cleared of all the corpses from both sides. A gruesome chore performed by the prisoners taken by Sparta.

You had no idea why the Gods healed you and brought you back from the dead, you didn't deserve a second chance (at the time you didn't realize that it was a power). You were blessed by the Gods and that's all that it was, people looked at you with both awe and envy. Some gave all of their iron and dearest family possessions as a gift to the Gods in hopes that their wishes were granted. They hated you and you did not care. You were unstoppable, everyone wanted your attention and your skills—it made you arrogant and stupid for years. And when you caught a pretty nasty gash across your back from a werewolf that ambushed you and your horse, your leathers had been torn and bloody by the time you speared your way through four of those beasts. But while there was blood, there was no wound...the only evidence were the scars it left behind.

Snap!

You turned your head slightly, a few strands of your hair falling in front of your ever sharp (y/e/c) eyes. You stayed perfectly still, eyes scanning the forest surrounding you but there was nothing after several moments. Just as well...with a loud sigh, you finally got up to put up your tent for the night and probably for the next few nights too. You slipped your hunting knife back into your boot but kept it unhooked just in case.

You lived in a time where guns existed but you were always better with a blade. You may not be an active misthios now (mercenary in today's world) but old habits were hard to kick. You were too old and too wise now, even if you didn't look a day over twenty-eight.

The next morning...

You woke with a start your grip around your obsidian hunting knife so tight your knuckles your skin strained against bone. You didn't have a dream but something woke you up, and it wasn't those damn birds chirping literally above your tint. With the help of the morning sun you could even see the spot where one of them pooped. Great. You laid there for a few more minutes, finally relaxed enough to move. You checked your surroundings again, walking around your camp but that feeling of unease didn't go away but it wasn't as strong.

Today was clearer than it was the day before though you still had to deal with the snow and the cold, not that either really bothered you too much. Leaving your camp behind, marking the trees so that you had a way to find your way back through these unfamiliar woods, you set off to find breakfast. You came to an edge, a cliff's peak and you went to stand on the edge of it—to maybe see the rest of the mountain you were exploring but something caught your immediate attention.

When was the last time you ever saw a castle? Not...not those tourist marks they have all over Europe but a castle. The place was eerie but most castles always felt that way to you...but this was different? It was as if the castle was looking right back at you, mocking you. From your vantage point you could make out the edges of a lake through the thick trees, you couldn't see it very well but you could tell it wasn't small nor was it man-made.

It was a pleasant surprise to discover this as you assumed that your trip would mostly be you exploring this cold ass mountain without a proper guide but you didn't need anyone to know why you were really up here, your reasons concerned no one but yourself. That and you knew you'd end up leading your guide. You were better off alone. Or at least that's what you kept telling yourself that but those words stopped being comforting a very long time ago. Not like fate was giving you much of a fucking choice though.

Your stomach growled, reminding you of your hunt...you glanced down at the village below the castle curiously before turning away from the ledge, the heavy aura of the castle still on your back.

~~

Fat and full, that's exactly how you'd describe yourself at the moment. There were more predators in the area than there were prey it seemed but the rabbit you caught seemed plentiful enough. With winter kicking in, the most worrisome predator in the woods would be hibernating leaving nothing but the wolves and maybe a mountain lion for you to deal with if you're lucky. You hefted your smaller backpack onto your back and left your camp, deciding to check out the village to see if you could learn more about the castle.

You were both excited and curious, you'd spent a majority of your modern life exploring the wonders of the Earth and using the currency you've collected throughout your lifetimes to fund whatever myth caught your eye. In other words, you were bored but the thought of war and fighting no longer made your blood sing or your heart race. You've done so much of that already, and lost so much because of it.

“Get back! Get back! Agh—GET THE FUCK BACK!”

Your legs stopped moving immediately and your gloved hand was already wrapped around the hilt of your hunting knife, ears trained. You heard growling and barking not too far from where you stood, maybe two or three hundred feet to your right just through those bushes and that fallen tree. It sounded as if someone was having a bit of trouble with a pack of wolves. Which struck you as odd, you were still pretty high up on the mountains and you hadn't seen anyone else up here in a week, so it couldn't have been a local...could it?

The growling grew more intense and there were sounds of a scuffle and grunts but the man still sounded alive.

And it wasn't your problem. Your days of coming to the rescue were over. You allowed your hand to fall from your knife. You got maybe seven steps away before the man spotted you, he caught a glimpse of your fur lined hood and started screaming for you to help him just as one of the wolves snapped the branch he was holding in half, forcing his back against a tree. His time was counting down now.

He was yelling so loud, you were sure even the villagers could hear him now. There was no way you could walk away now.

“Fucking hell.” with a heavy sigh, you dropped your backpack and stalked in the direction of the soon to be crime scene. You didn't feel the need to mask your presence, you wanted the wolves to know that you were there and that ultimately saved that man's life. The wolves were honed in on you the moment you stepped through the bush but three shots echoed through the small clearing before any of them could pounce in your direction. The echoes faded away quickly, and you sighed again watching the white snow stain red beneath the furry corpses.

The only other sound heard was the man's heavy breathing as he leaned against a tree. You looked down at your gun before putting it back in it's holster on your lower back, you may prefer blades but it was always better to have something and not need it, than to need it and not have it.

“Thank...thank you,”

You looked at the man with furrowed brows...just by looking at him, you knew that he wasn't a native but the moment he opened his mouth only confirmed it. He was American...you spotted all of his gear nearby, torn to shreds and you scoffed.

“I don't think camping is for you.”

“I don't think so either,” He tried for a smile but it was only a grimace, the blonde man pushed himself from the tree and approached you, carefully stepping around the wolves bodies, “I'm uh a bit lost, I guess.”

“And I'm leaving.”

“Wait!” he rushed around you, stopping you and you could've gone through the man if you wanted to...you were taller than him by an inch or two, and you definitely had more mass than he probably knew what to do with, “Listen, I'm obviously not from here, but I'm trying to find my daughter okay, she's—”

“I'm not from around here,” you held your hand to make him stop while simultaneously telling yourself that you're not about to get involved in someone else's mess and derail your own mission, “I'm sorry about your kid, but I can't help you.”

He frowned at you obviously not happy with your answer but he was quickly reaching into his pocket and any normal person, especially someone who is armed, would've taken a step back but you weren't some ordinary person. You simply raised an eyebrow, because you knew that he wasn't going to attack you even though he was probably fully capable of doing so. You assumed that he was about to dig out a baby picture or something but it was just a sheet of paper with writing on it. You took it before he could shove the damn thing in your face and you looked down at it carefully, keeping your face neutral.

“I can't read whatever language that is.”

You glared up at him from beneath your lashes, “And you think that I can?”

“Can you?” he shot back, and you rolled your eyes...your attention back to the paper before shoving it back in his hands, “Well?”

You nearly scowled at his impatience, “It's a mix of Romanian, Serbian and Tatar. Whoever sent that clearly doesn't want anyone else to know what's on it.”

“So you can read it then?”

“Bits and pieces,” You said with a shrug, “I'm not expert but someone named Beneviento is demanding a shorter route for wine delivery from that giant castle.”

He stared at you then down to the paper, which was full from top to bottom, then back to you, “What...that's all? Are you sure?? No, that can't be all...there has to be something about my daughter here! Here, please, just try again slower—”

“That's all I could read.” you shouldered past him, throwing your hood back up and ignoring his calls after you. Your backpack was exactly where you dropped it, you shook off the snow and threw it back on your back not caring about the cool wetness on your back now—you just wanted to get away from this area as quickly as possible. You should've used your knife as those gunshots gave away your position.

“Amateur hour everyone,” you grumbled under your breath...you veered off the path slightly, just in case he tried to follow you (wouldn't be the first time someone tried to force you to help them).

You'd maybe walked for a mile or two down the mountain before you noticed the hairs on the back of your neck standing, you chanced a casual glance over your shoulder but there was no one there, no man nor animal. Licking your dry lips you turned back around but as you were doing so, you caught something in your peripheral. A dark figure, twenty feet away and that's when you noticed how fucking quiet everything was around you...you forced yourself to keep walking even as a feeling of dread began crawling up your back, like two sharp fingers walking along the ridges of your spine.

Pushing the hood from your head, you whirled around with your knife drawn at your side gripping it with the intentions to kill but there was nothing there except two large obsidian feathers fluttering gently down onto the snow at your boots. Feathers?

Cool breath touched the base of your neck when you heard soft chuckling directly behind you. You turned around sharply, easily flipping your knife around but the mass of darkness in front of you disoriented you for a split second and that was all this creature needed. Before you could plunge your knife into it's feathery belly, a pale hand shot out and caught your wrist in a bruising grip as another hand curled itself around your throat, sharp nails oh so slightly pricking your skin.

You were about to kick away when the creature leaned forward, and it's face came from beneath the hood...only it wasn't an it, it was a she, though her entire face was hidden by the gold headgear you could see her lips and...and her eyes.

A pair of eyes you'd never forget in any of your lifetimes. It felt like a millennia ago when those eyes alone had you on your knees covered in fresh warm blood and exhausted from tearing through small armies.

Despite yourself, you were trembling in her ironclad grip, your hand that wasn't still trapped fruitlessly came up to wrap around her wrist as if that was going to help you. You both knew that it wouldn't. She brought you closer until your feet were no longer on the ground and you could feel the tip of your blade pressing against something...no, her...and your nose was nearly touching her helmet.

“ο μικρός μου πολεμιστής...” (my little warrior...) her cool breath washed over your face, her eyes still boring down into yours so intensely you swore you felt the heat, even as her hand tightened around your throat making you choke, but you were fighting against her... “επιτέλους ήρθες σπίτι μου...” her chuckle fell on deaf ears. (you've finally come home to me...)

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You were supposed to run into Alcina first 😭, but Miranda works too...(save the best for last obvi) I don't know I am playing Odyssey while waiting for this game to drop and I went The Old Guard route too so then I just ended up writing some shit, and I wanted to try something that's not so maiden-esque lol so I hope it's enjoyable at least...I honestly might make this a WIP...