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ghostxrose · 1 year ago

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𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 | 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Summary ~ You thought it would be just another night at work until your eyes met the crimson ones of Pro Hero Dynamight..

Tags/Warnings ~ Minors DNI, NSFW 18+ Content, Charaters are in their 20s, FemStripper!Reader, P in V, unprotected sex, porn with some plot, oral sex, face riding, multiple orgasms, creampie, WC 9k, idk what else to tag

Note ~ Hello Lovelies! I hope you all enjoy this spicy lil fic I've got for ya here! I'm still not all that good at writing smut stuff so don't expect too much of me, haha. I do want to give a quick thank you for all of the hype I got for this fic from my Sneak Peek post, so thank you Lovelies! Anyway, I'll let all you fiends get to reading! <3

You let out a heavy sigh as you stare at the back door to the nightclub you work at from the driver’s seat of your car. You weigh the pros and cons of going inside and clocking in for your shift while you sip on your first Red Bull of the night. It’s not that you hate your job or your coworkers, it’s just that feeling that everyone gets before walking into work. That feeling of “ugh, I wanna go back home and be lazy” that settles over you until you shove it away and force yourself to get out of your car. With your bag slung lazily over one shoulder you lock your car, then head for the door that you’ve been dead-eyeing on and off for the last 30-ish minutes.

Once inside the nightclub, you make your way to your dressing room. The bass from whatever song whoever is on stage right now has chosen thumps through your eardrums and chest. You absentmindedly nod your head to the beat as you enter your dressing room. You close the door behind you and lock it, then walk over to the vanity. Setting your bag down, you grab the tablet sitting at the corner of the vanity countertop from its charging port and sit down. You log into the nightclub’s app and clock in before clicking the “songs” tab within the app.

Once it loads up you scroll through the list of suggested songs but none of them really call out to you or feel right for the vibe you create when you get on stage. You tap the search function then get to typing and looking up songs to add to your list for your sets tonight. As soon as you’ve lined up a pretty nice selection of six songs you submit the list, then shut the tablet off and begin prepping yourself for your first set.

You touch up your makeup and loosely curl your hair. After laying out both outfits you brought for tonight, you decide to flip a coin to see which one you should wear first. Heads is for the lacy dark purple bra and thong set with a pair of black open-toed stilettos - simple but still a favorite amongst crowds. Tails is for the slightly more intricately designed deep wine colored bralette and g-string set with dark red cross strap, heeled sandals - another crowd favorite because of the way it’s slightly more.. sheer as far as materials go.

You toss the coin into the air with a small but knowing smirk because you know that it really doesn’t matter what outfit you wear. What people really show up for are the feelings of dark attraction that the physical traits of your Quirk stirs up inside them. Attraction that makes them feel as if it’s taboo or maybe even dangerous to tamper with, but they enjoy the thrill either way.

Your Quirk is called Hellspawn, but you’ve never viewed it in a negative light. Your Quirk is the product of generations of similar Quirks possessed by both sides of your family. You’ve been taught your whole life to be proud of your Quirk and its traits, no matter what people might say or think. You confidently show off your demon-like horns, wings, fangs, and tail every day.

The coin lands on heads so you put on the dark purple outfit and stilettos, taking your time to make sure everything goes on just right. With one final glance in the full length mirror in your dressing room you smile at your reflection, then turn to leave and head backstage. As you walk through the back hallways of the nightclub you begin to feel excitement and adrenaline thrum through your veins. Just because this is a job doesn’t mean that you don’t have fun when you’re up on stage.

“There’s my girl! How’re ya doin’ tonight, Luci?” Sakura, the nightclub’s manager and owner, cheerfully greets you when you get backstage.

“Ask me that after my set,” you say jokingly. “Better yet, when you see me raking in tons of bills just assume that I’m feeling pretty good!” You add on with a smirk.

“Mmm, always love your confidence, Babes! Alright, now get out there and kill it like you always do!” Sakura says with a wink, then focuses back on whatever she was working on her tablet.

You smile to yourself, amped up by the vibes within the club and your rising confidence, and begin stretching to warm your muscles up for your first set of the night. More adrenaline, and the caffeine from your energy drink, hits your veins when you hear the ending of the last song for whoever is on stage and you wait for your stage name to be called.

“Alright everyone, can I get a round of cheers for our lovely Siren?! Don’t worry, they’ll be back a little later!!” Hikari, tonight’s DJ, says after hopping on the mic.

“You all are in for a real treat now, though! Please help me in summoning our resident hot demon-babe to the stage; Lucifer!!” A wild smile pulls at your lips as you take in the crowds hyped up cheers from the other side of the curtain. “Get your sexy ass out here, Luci!!” Hikari excitedly calls for you and you let out a giggle before taking a step forward.

Pulling back the curtain you slowly walk further onto the stage, emerging from a cloud of smoke and into the dark-neon lights shining onto the stage. You smile and wink over at Hikari in the DJ’s booth and she blows you a kiss making you giggle a bit. Looking back towards the crowd you sway your hips as you walk, your eyes half lidded and a sultry, fanged smile on your face. Your body getting into the flow of the music from the first song of this set. The bass produced from Obsolete Ritual makes you vibrate when it hits and it’s a rush that fuels the amped up fire within you that you’ll never get over.

Getting up to the pole at the end of the catwalk, you wrap your hands around it and walk in a slow, teasing circle despite the song’s tempo having sped up. Your eyes scan over the crowd, running across the familiar faces of regulars and lingering for mere seconds over new faces. For reasons unbeknownst to you, your gaze gets stuck on one new face in particular.

Sharp, crimson eyes connect with yours, the stranger’s handsome face set in a scowl. ‘The hell is he scowling in a stripclub for? If he didn’t want to be here, then why did he come? Or maybe he’s just mad that Siren’s set ended? Whatever, buddy, try to enjoy the show.’ You think to yourself as you pull your gaze from Grumpy Hot Guy and officially begin your routine.

As you bend, twist, and dance your way through Obsolete Ritual, Veins, and Descending you find that Grumpy Hot Guy’s eyes never seem to leave you. His scowl remained but his eyes seemed to burn more with every movement of your body. When you finish your set you have to force yourself not to look at him as you spread your wings and bow to the crowd.

The weight of his eyes on you grows heavy as you help the club’s “Money Grabbers” rake in your earnings. Purposefully ignoring him you smile, giggle, and thank customers as they stuff more bills into your lingerie as you work to grab cash from the floor of the stage. You move to head offstage once all of the money has been gathered when you’re stopped by a tug on your tail. You let out a yelp, then quickly turn around to hiss at whoever the perv is that committed the action. A security guard is already handling the guy but he still has the nerve to shoot you an unsettling and creepy smirk. You hiss anyway, then roll your eyes as you stand and quickly leave the stage.

“Christ, are you okay, Luci?? Fucking hate pervs like that bastard! He’s being thrown out as we speak, so don’t worry! How’s your tail??” Sakura frantically asks, immediately mother-henning you as soon as you’re backstage.

You let out a soft giggle and give her an appreciative smile, “I’m fine and so is my tail, but thank you. Handsy people are very annoying but I can handle it and I’m fine.” You say reassuringly and Sakura lets out a relieved breath, then looks you in the eye with a smirk.

“Ugh, what’s with the look, Sakura? Did I really make that much from the set?” You question with a slightly bored look.

“Way off base with the guess there, Babes! Seems like we may have a few heroes in the house tonight, literally! I was watching the cameras when that creep grabbed your tail and I saw a few customers try to get to you, one in particular seemed especially pissed. Any guesses as to who they could be before I tell you?!” Sakura explains with a playful glint in her eyes.

“You know I hate guessing games,” you say in a forced bored tone that hopefully masks your itching curiosity.

“Oh, you’re no fun sometimes, Luci! Anyways, Pro Heroes Cellophane, Chargebolt, Pinky, Red Riot, and Dynamight were rushing to be your knights in shining armor! How crazy and exciting is it that a few Top Ten Pros are here at my nightclub?! Wild, right?!” Sakura reveals and you mentally kick yourself for not piecing together that Grumpy Hot Guy with the crimson eyes and spiky blonde hair is Pro Hero Dynamight.

“Uh, yeah, that is pretty crazy.. Uhm, I’m gonna go clean up and get ready for my next set, see you back here in an hour.” You say in a slight daze, the shock from Dynamight not being able to keep his eyes off of you clouding your mind.

“Mhm, gonna go make yourself extra pretty for the Pros, huh?” Sakura says with a devilish smirk.

“Sakura, please, I’m hot enough as it is. If I got any prettier customers would start dropping dead.” You say matter-of-factly after you’ve turned to walk away, hoping that Sakura didn’t see your blush. Sakura bursts out laughing behind you telling you to not kill her sources of income. You wave a playfully dismissive hand in the air before disappearing down the hallway back to your dressing room.

Once you’ve locked your dressing room door you let out a long exhale. You had run into a few of your coworkers on your way back to your dressing room and had to reassure every one of them that you were okay. But not only that, you were reminded again and again that there are Pros out in the crowd tonight via your coworkers gushing over their favorites within the group that came. Apparently a couple of your coworkers are major Dynamight fans and you tried your best to keep your cool when they wouldn’t shut up about how hot he is.

Even now, sitting at your vanity touching up your hair and makeup, you swear that you can still feel his burning gaze on you. Thinking about every time you made eye contact with him during your first set stirs something up inside of you and your reflection shows the blush you can feel heating your cheeks. As you change into your second outfit of the night you can’t tell if you’re nervous or hyped to get back on stage.

As soon as the straps of your heels are tied you make your way towards the mini fridge in your room. You grab the small bottle of Grey Goose and a small can of Red Bull from inside the fridge, then a shot glass from the top of the fridge. Sitting back down at your vanity, you pour yourself a shot and crack open your Red Bull. Downing the shot, you give it a second to settle before you pour a second. After shooting the second shot, you put the Grey Goose back and start drinking your Red Bull.

‘Nothing wrong with a bit of liquid courage, right? It’s just to help me through my next set after that creep touched me.’ You reason with (aka lie to) yourself as you look over yourself in the mirror.

A little over five minutes before you are to be called onto stage again, you make your way backstage. The shots you took earlier have succeeded in helping you feel like the confident and powerful Queen of the Underworld that you are. A cat-calling whistle pulls your attention over to Sakura and she gives you a smirk.

“Thought I told you not to kill my customers, Babes! Gah damn, you look hot! Trying to impress some certain Pro Heroes out there?” Sakura exclaims with a shit-eating grin.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms, “Being hot is part of the job, Boss. I don’t need to impress anyone but myself.” You say as you suppress a blush and look at your nails.

“Damn straight, Babes! Preach! Ugh, sometimes I’d really kill for your level of confidence.” Sakura says in all of her dramatic flare.

You giggle and shake your head as you blow her kiss, then turn towards the curtain. You exchange smiles with Siren as they walk through the curtain to head back to their room and wait for your cue.

“Everybody, shh shh, quiet down for a moment,” You hear Hikari say over the club’s speakers and you wonder what she has planned. You stifle an excited giggle and bounce a bit with anticipation.

“Oh, sexy Queen of Darkness, please grace us with your presence!” Hikari half chants, half moans into the mic, and you have to cover your mouth to hold back your giggles.

“Lucifer, hear us and show yourself! We’re on our knees, begging! Get out here you little vixen!” Hikari dramatically cries out and you do your best to not laugh your ass off at her antics.

With smoke clouding the view of the curtain you slip through carefully so you don’t disturb it. Suddenly, you flare your wings out and let your eyes glow, your arms held out to your sides a bit as you slowly walk forward. Spotlights slowly crawl towards you and up your body until you’re illuminated and you flash an “evil” grin at the crowd.

“Oh yeah, baby!!” Hikari dramatically moans out as she starts the first song of this set.

A laugh leaves your mouth and a genuine smile pulls at your lips as you walk to the pole at the end of the catwalk. Each of your steps deliberately heavy so that your breasts and ass bounce to the beat of Hot Demon B!Tches Near U as you walk. You briefly lock eyes with Dynamight and in all of your confidence (liquid and natural) you wink at him before grabbing the pole and getting to dancing.

HDBNU and the second song Slayer are full of fast paced moves and ass shaking, money seemingly raining down like confetti. So caught up in keeping time with the song, you had blurred out the crowd. It wasn’t until the first base drop of your last song, Fill The Void, that you noticed something slightly startling.

You had your back against the pole and slowly slid down it. Your arms stretched above you gripping said pole and your legs spreading as you sank to the ground. Your breathing hitched a bit when your eyes connected with burning crimson, the owner of the eyes standing at the front of the crowd at the edge of the stage. You did your best to hide your surprise but of course Dynamight noticed and he sent you a small smirk.

You smirk back at him, accepting an unspoken challenge of sorts, slowly and sensually standing back up. Wrapping your legs around the pole you do a few tricks before you slowly slide down, feet hitting the floor once more. Swaying and moving your body to the music, you get to the front of the pole where you sink to the floor once again, this time getting on your hands and knees.

You bite your lip seductively and slowly crawl towards the crowd, your tail slowly swishing side to side and your eyes glowing. You stare Dynamight right in the eyes as you crawl and mouth the last few words of the song. You stop about half a foot from the edge of the stage and gently roll onto your back, arching it and sensually running your hands down your body. As the song comes to a close, your eyes glow significantly brighter, you let out a puff of blue-colored fire.

When the song finally ends, you stand up and bow, blowing kisses and smiling at the crowd. You cast one last glance at Dynamight and find that he looks slightly stunned. You smirk, then turn to make your way off of the stage, hips swaying the entire time. Getting backstage, your body feels like it’s on fire in the best way possible and Sakura definitely notices.

“Christ, Luci, I’m gonna have to call every ambulance in Tokyo after that performance! Shit, I think I’m even having heart palpitations! You fucking killed it out there, Babes!” Sakura exclaims, one hand fanning her face and the other on her chest.

“Stop, you’re gonna make me blush!” You say, feigning embarrassment, but ultimately giggling.

“You know who's blushing? Everyone out there who just jizzed their pants!” Sakura says, sending both of you into a laughing fit.

“But for real, great work! Now go grab a snack, get changed, and help out the other servers on the floor, please!” Sakura loosely orders with a bright smile.

“Yes, ma’am!” You say with a mocking salute and smile, then head to your dressing room.

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Once you’ve changed into the club’s server outfit, aka a top that is basically a bralette paired with what could be the shortest skirt in the world, some cheeky panties underneath, and knee high stiletto boots, you make your way out to the bar.

“There she is; the girl who always makes me regret not bringing an extra pair of underwear!” Ruby, the bartender for the night, playfully exclaims as you walk up to the counter.

“Thought you knew better by now!” You say with a laugh and Ruby rolls their eyes with a smile.

“Alright, Love, here’s a tray of drinks for the group over at VIP table three. I don’t know if Sakura told ya, but the VIP section will be yours tonight.” Ruby says as they carefully slide a serving tray full of drinks towards you.

“C’mon, Rue, of course she didn’t tell me. Do I ever work any other section?” You comment with feigned annoyance and Ruby laughs.

In reality, you love working the VIP section. It’s always full of rich people with too much money to spend and they always tip very generously. It certainly helps that you flirt your ass off whilst serving but everyone does that.

Picking the tray up with the skill and grace you’ve perfected over the years of being in this industry, you send one last smile and wink to Ruby before heading for the VIP section of the lounge. You smile at patrons as you move through the crowd, giggling and thanking them for the compliments they give about your performance. While you truly do love your job, customer service could still be considered a performance and you are flawless at it.. Until you make it past the roped off entrance to the VIP lounge and see the group at table three.

Virtually unnoticeably, your steps falter and you’re thankful that the club's ambience is fairly dim as you take in a steadying breath. Mentally reasserting your confidence, you paint on a cool and flirty smile as you walk over to table three. Your thoughts run through your mind, filling you with the tiniest bit of dread, ‘Of fucking course it’s them.. I mean, they are Pro Heroes, why wouldn’t they be in the VIP lounge.. For fuck sa-’

“Good evening, everyone. My name is Lucifer, or Luci for short, I’ll be one of your servers tonight. I have your drinks here, but let me know if you need anything else.” You say as you set the tray down on the table, your voice coming out impressively even and a bit sultry.

“Yeah, uhm, I’m gunna need your number,” Chargebolt drunkenly slurs out, a dopey smile on his face and hearts practically in his eyes, as he grabs his drink from the tray.

You giggle at his attempt at hitting on you, having to keep from full-on laughing when you notice Dynamight’s jaw clenching out of the corner of your eye. You smile gently at Chargebolt, “Sorry, babes, but I don’t give my number out to strangers.” You say with a sympathetic pout as you try not to join the rest of the group in their laughter.

“I’m not a stranger, I’m Chargebolt aka Denk- OW! Man, c’mon, you don’t gotta hit me!” Chargebolt whines as he pouts at Dynamight while rubbing the back of his head.

“Sorry about him! He hits on anyone who breathes his way! Thanks for the drinks, Luci!” Pinky giggles out over Chargebolt’s whining, said man still on the receiving end of Dynamight’s murderous glare.

“No problem! I’ve got a few other tables to serve but I’ll check back in a little bit!” You say as you pick up the now empty tray and step back from the table.

You hear the rest of the group thank you as you walk away, Dynamight’s grumbled and gravelly ‘thanks’ sending a wave of heat through your body. ‘It should be illegal for someone’s one-worded, grumbled response to sound so sexy, what the fuck?!’ You mentally curse as you walk up to one of the other tables.

The hours fly by quickly as you wait on each of your tables. Every stop at the Pros’ table met with flirty quips from the group, minus Dynamight. In fact, he hasn’t even looked at you the whole time you’ve been off-stage. You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t just a little disappointed, but you shove it down to keep your sultry and flirty persona up. You flirtatiously thank the group at VIP table five as you stick the wad of bills that is your tip from them into your bralette and blow them a kiss as you walk towards the bar.

“Hey Ruby, you got the time?” You ask, exhaustion leaking into your tone.

“A little past one. You’re off at 15, right?” Ruby asks as they wipe off a glass. You nod, relief settling over you as well as exhaustion. It was a good shift but you are so ready to go home.

“This tray is for three, right? I’ll take it to them before I head back to my room.” You say, picking the tray up with a bit of a huff.

“Don’t act like you’re doing any favors for anyone, you just wanna see the Pros one last time before you leave.” Ruby teases with a smirk and you feign offense.

“Or I just want to reem them for tips, but go off I guess.” You playfully bite back, then giggle as Ruby raises an eyebrow at you.

Despite your exhaustion setting in more with each minute passing, you quickly make your way to the table of Pros. Pouring the last of your energy into your customer service persona, you set the tray of drinks down on the table and smile at the group.

“Hey Heroes, it has been an extreme pleasure serving and meeting all of you but it is now the end of my shift. One of our other servers will take over for me, I hope that you all enjoy the rest of your night!” The well-rehearsed spiel leaves your mouth with a pleasant tone and warm smile.

“I know I’ll be back if only to watch you dance again,” Pinky says with a flirty smile and wink that makes you giggle.

“Thanks for being so amazing!” Red Riot says with a bright smile as he hands you a fat wad of cash. You feign surprise as you take the cash and thank them all as you shove it in what little space you have left in your bralette. You spare one last glance at Dynamight and suppress a frown when you catch him looking very intently at his phone. You say your goodbyes, then rush to drop the empty tray off at the bar before heading back to your dressing room.

Changing back into the sweatpants and sweater that you arrived to work in, you feel the bone-deep heaviness that comes with being tired. You throw your hair up into a messy bun and slip your shoes on, then clock out from the tablet in your room. Slipping your bag onto your shoulder you leave your room and head for Sakura’s office to pick up your earnings from the night.

“Hey Boss, I’m outta here,” You announce from the doorway of her office.

“Alrighty, Babes! Here’s your check, you made pretty good bank tonight! Might be a little more than usual, awesome job!” Sakura beams as she hands you the envelope with your check in it.

Taking the envelope and putting it into your bag, you smile tiredly at her, “Thanks, Sakura. See ya later.”

“You want an escort to your car? I can call one of the bouncers back.” Sakura offers like she always does.

“Nah, I’m good. You already know that I’m the scary creature that lurks in the shadows.” You joke as you activate your Quirk a bit causing your eyes to glow while you shoot her a fanged smile. She laughs at your antics then bids you goodnight and you begin your walk to the back door of the club.

You step out into the chilly night air and are nearly blinded by a set of headlights coming from a car parked in the spot right in front of the door. You put your hand up to shield your eyes from the bright ass headlights and try to see who may be in the car. Suddenly the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and an anxious chill shivers down your spine. From your peripherals you see a hand reaching toward you and you try to move out of the person’s reach. Unfortunately, you’re a tad too late and they are able to grab your wrist and pull you towards them. You come face to face with the creep from earlier and your stomach drops as fear begins to course through you.

“Finally, some alone time with the demon-whore herself. Ya know, I’m a real big fan of yers. Wha’ do ya say we go back to my place and commit some sins, baby?” The creep-ass perv drawls out with a sick smile and your fear quickly turns to anger.

“Fuck off, you corny-ass pervert!” You growl out and you jerk your wrist up to your face, letting out a small breath of blue flames aimed towards the creep’s arm.

“Fucking bitch!” The degenerate of a man roars out as he yanks his hand away, continuing to curse from the pain.

You take the opportunity to whirl around and rush back into the club, locking the back door behind you once you’re inside. The door begins rattling from heavy banging against it and you can hear muffled shouts coming through from the man. You stand there shaking and trying to think of what to do now when you hear the footsteps of someone running towards you. Squinting through the dim lighting you nearly cry at the sight of Sakura and Pinky.

“Are you alright?” Pinky asks, her years of being a Pro making her voice come out steady even though she just ran here, and you nod shakily.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Luci! I should have checked the cams before sending you off! Fuck, I’m so stupid!” Sakura cries into your shoulder after pulling you into a tight hug.

“It’s not your fault, Sakura, it’s okay.” You whisper, your voice coming out strained as you try not to cry, and hug her back.

The three of you jump at the sound of an explosion coming from outside the door, and Pinky pushes you both behind her. You all stand there quietly for a few moments until Pinky’s phone goes off. She answers it quickly and you’re only able to catch her end of the call, “Yeah... She’s fine... Ugh, gross, what a bastard… Okay, thanks Red!” She finishes, then hangs up and turns around to you and Sakura.

“Are you sure that you’re okay? You don’t need to be checked out by a doctor or anything?” Pinky questions as her eyes roam over your form to visibly check for any injuries whatsoever.

“No, no, I’m okay. I just want to go home.” You quietly assure the two; Pinky cautiously believes you but Sakura is still suspicious that you’re hiding any sort of pain. A loud bang on the door makes both you and Sakura jump while Pinky just lets out a sigh.

“Unlock the door, dammit!” A voice shouts from the other side of the door and Pinky takes it upon herself to fulfill the demand.

The door swings open to reveal Dynamight, the dim lights from inside the club and the street lamps from outside the only things illuminating his figure. You can still tell that his face is scrunched up into something angry even with the poor lighting if the way he is grumbling about the “fucking creepy pervert” is anything to go by.

“Good job taking down that creep, Blasty!” Pinky cheers with a smile and a thumbs up.

“Shuddup,” Dynamight says with annoyance laced in his tone, but Pinky just laughs it off as she walks past him.

“Miss Sakura, if you could come with me? The police may want to see the security footage or get a statement from you.” Pinky says from her paused position in the doorway.

“Of course! Text me when you get home, Luci! I mean it, like, as soon as you pull into your driveway!” Sakura demands with a stern look on her face as she moves to catch up with Pinky.

“I will,” You promise with a small smile and send her a wave as she leaves.

A few moments of silence pass as you and Dynamight just stand there, an air of awkwardness beginning to settle in before you speak up, “Thanks for.. arresting that guy.” You say quietly, looking at him with a small smile.

“The guy had a pretty bad burn on his arm when we showed up.. Any idea where it might have come from?” Dynamight asks in a low and even tone, his sharp crimson eyes looking into yours.

Your smile drops and panic churns at your stomach, “I-I.. it was self defense! I-I didn’t know what else to do, h-he wouldn’t let go of me!” You fearfully begin defending yourself, only just now realizing that you used your Quirk unlicensed to harm somebody. Your heart begins to race and your breaths start to stutter, mind racing over the fact that you broke the law.

“Calm down, I was just curious. As far as the cops are concerned they think I did it, so you’re in the clear. Even if they do find out it was you, it’s legal if it’s in self defen- Jesus christ, take a deep breath, it’s okay!” Dynamight’s voice raises a bit when he notices you beginning to hyperventilate.

You turn away from him and make your way towards the wall, leaning against it to steady yourself. You close your eyes and take some deep breaths in hopes of calming down. After a minute, you open your eyes and look at anything except the hero in front of you when you turn back around.

“I’d like to go home now, if that’s okay? Or do I need to speak to the police?” You meekly ask as you adjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

“I’ll tell them that you’ll go down to the station tomorrow. The security cam footage should suffice for tonight.” He says and you can feel the weight of his gaze on you as you nod your head.

“Well, thanks again.. Goodnight, Dynamight.” You mumble as you move toward the door to leave.

“I’ll follow behind you.. to make sure you get home safe.” You hear Dynamight’s rushed and raspy words from behind you making you stop in your tracks.

“That’s not necessary, really.. Should you even be driving? You’ve been drinking all night..” You ramble out after you turn around to face him, your heart thundering in your chest when you find that he’s right there.

“I only had a couple drinks, plus I’m not weak like Dunc- Chargebolt, I can handle my fucking liquor. I’m gunna go get my car, do not leave this parking lot until I get back here.” Dynamight firmly demands before rushing off toward the front of the building.

You stand there dumbfounded for a moment before you shake yourself out of it and make your way to your car. You get in, hitting the lock button as soon as your door closes, and start it up. You spend a few minutes queuing up songs until you hear a honk from next to you. Nearly pissing yourself, you send a glare to Dynamight for scaring you but he just rolls his eyes and motions for you to go.

With a little bit of hesitancy in your gut, you back out of your parking space and begin your drive home. Looking at the routes on a map, it’s not a very far drive, but traffic always turns short trips into longer ones. Periodic glances at your rear view mirror tells you that you’re not the only one annoyed with the traffic. A small giggle leaves your lips every time you see Dynamight puff his cheeks with a huff or yell at some dick speeding past the both of you.

Finally, you arrive at your house, clicking the button on the gate opener and waiting for it to open fully before pulling up into the drive. Dynamight follows right behind you, pulling up next to you but just sitting in his car. You wonder if he’s going to watch you walk into your house then you wonder why he’s doing this at all. ‘There’s no way the Dynamight does this with even half of the victims he helps rescue..’ You think to yourself as you pull out your phone and tap the call function on Sakura’s contact.

The conversation is short and as soon as you hang up you turn your car off and gather your stuff, then get out. You barely register that Dynamight has gotten out of his car before he’s walking toward you. You look between him and his off car with a confused expression on your face.

“You gunna close the ga-” Dynamight starts but cuts himself off when he sees that the gate to your driveway has automatically started closing, the allotted time you have it set to stay open if you don’t close it yourself having run out.

“I didn’t realize you’d even be getting out of your car..” You comment quietly, and albeit nervously, as you make your way to your front door.

Silently, you take your keys out of your bag, placing the magnetic fob on its spot just above the doorknob. The lock makes a small beep and the keypad above the spot for the fob lights up. You sneak a glance behind you to see if Dynamight is looking but his back is to you as he seemingly surveys the driveway. You quickly type in the code for the lock and a chime rings through the air as the door unlocks. You push the door open a bit before turning around to Dynamight, unsure of what to do or say.

“Uhm, so-”

“Are you sure that you’re alright?” He cuts you off with his question as he turns to face you and his eyes scan over your body as you blink up at him.

“I- yeah, I’m fine..” You say, a little bit shocked by his behavior, and he just nods his head as he stuffs his hands into his pockets.

A moment of silence fills the air between you two before you blurt out, “Why did you do this? Made sure I got home safe, I mean. You.. you barely even acknowledged me after my performance at the club, and it’s a pretty well-known fact that Dynamight doesn’t really follow up with those that he rescues, let alone escorts them home..”

Dynamight’s jaw clenches and irritation fills his handsome features, and you have to remind your body that right now is not a good time to be getting aroused. His eyes meet yours and promptly melt you with their heat, whether it’s from irritation or something else you don’t know.

“Because, dammit..” He starts, dragging a hand through his hair and letting out an exasperated sigh, his eyes flicking to the ground and glaring at the cement.

“Strip joints aren’t my thing. They’re too fucking loud, there’s too many damn people, and I’ve never had any interest in watching people twirl around on a pole.” He continues, but gets interrupted by the scoff you defensively let out.

But he continues on before letting you get a word out, “But it was stupid Pinky’s birthday and that’s what she wanted to do, so I was dragged into going. I sat at that damn table hating every second until.. Until you got onto that fucking stage. And I know, I know, you probably hear this shit all the fucking time but dammit there was just something about you. I couldn’t tear my damn eyes away from you.”

You’re not sure when it happened but suddenly he is so close to you, crimson eyes sending a blazing heat through your body. Your breath hitches when you catch a whiff of his cologne and your panties are starting to feel much more damp.

“There’s some sort of lust factor to your Quirk, right? There has to be because I never feel like this towards anyone right off the bat,” He rasps out, his voice quieter than before and husky.

“Feel like what?” You whisper, playing the dumb-innocence card heavily as you stare into his eyes.

“Like I wanna fuck you until you’re nothing but a drooling mess cumming on my cock,” He rasps out huskily, his face mere centimeters from yours.

You can’t take it anymore, something in you just snaps and you’re smashing your lips onto his. Your moan mingles with his groan as your arms wind their way around his neck. His hands quickly find purchase on your hips and his fingers dig into the fabric of your sweats as he pulls your body impossibly closer to his. The kiss, if one could call it that, is aggressive with sharp canines nipping each others’ lips and tongues fighting for dominance.

In the midst of your devouring of each other, he backs you into your house, kicking the door shut behind him. You absentmindedly hear the chime of your door locking itself over the rush of blood in your ears and Dynamight’s groans. Your bag ends up crashing to the floor and you both somehow manage to haphazardly kick your shoes off.

You both stumble down the hallway as you lead him to your bedroom, pieces of clothing almost literally torn from each other’s bodies littering the floor as you go. By the time you fall back onto your bed, you’re both in nothing but your underwear. Dynamight stands at the edge of your bed seemingly entranced as you drag your hands along your body up to the front clasp of your bra. You slowly and sensually unclip the bra, making a show out of taking it off even though the Hero’s focus is solely on your tits.

His eyes then meet yours and his tongue darts out to wet his lips, “Are you sure you wanna do this?” He asks, his voice rough with lust but you hear the slight hesitance.

“I kissed you, didn’t I? Listen, I know I’m a stripper but I don’t usually fuck the patrons, I simply have no interest in it. I want this, I need this, and I’m clean if that makes you feel better. Plus, I’m on birth control, so please Dyn-”

“Katsuki. If we’re gunna fuck then you at least get to call me by my fucking name.” He bites out with fake annoyance, rolling his eyes as he shoves his underwear off.

You smirk up at him, toying with your breasts and moaning his name, just to test it out on your tongue and goddamn is it delicious. His eyes darken yet seem to glow at the same time like a whole new level of lust flowed over him, and you give him your real name.

“So, Katsuki, are you gunna fuck me til I’m a drooling mess cumming on your cock or am I gunna have to call Charg- shit, ahh, fuck-” You try to taunt him but are quickly cut off when Katsuki is suddenly on you, mouthing at one of your breasts while his hand kneads and squeezes the other.

He grinds his hard cock on your clothed pussy, right on your clit, the friction of it all making you pant and moan underneath him. Your hands sink into his hair, your claws scratching against his scalp and pulling more groans from him. He gives both your breasts equal attention, biting and sucking and leaving hickies in the wakes of his lips. His kisses begin to travel down your body until his hot mouth is sucking and licking over your already soaked panties.

It’s a slow kind of torture when he finally decides to drag your panties down your legs and off of your body. Needy whines and breathy begs leave your mouth as he uses one hand to slowly drag your panties down your legs while the thumb of his other hand rubs torturously slow circles into your clit.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.. You that needy for my cock, baby?” He husks out as he settles on his stomach between your legs.

“Y-yes, ah, been wet since, fuck, since my second s-set when, a-ah, wh-when y-you were by th-the stage,” You barely manage to get out between the slow stripes he’s licking up your pussy.

He sends you a cocky smirk before fully diving into your wetness and one of your hands flies to his hair while the other grips the sheets. He drinks you up like a man dying of thirst; going from sucking your clit and flicking his tongue against it to dipping lower and slipping his tongue in and out of your slit. Every ministration pushes you closer to that edge and you can’t stop your body from squirming as moans fall from your lips.

An idea manages to slip into your pleasure-addled mind and you pull at his hair to get his attention. This only results in what could only be described as a growl leaving his mouth and vibrating against your clit, nearly sending you. You fight off your impending orgasm as much as you can manage and try to use your words instead, “K-Katsuki, w-wait! I-I wa-wanna ride your face!” That gets his attention immediately, making him pause mid-lick to lean back a bit and give you a wild smirk.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” His lust-laced voice carries through the room as he shuffles around to get into position.

Once he’s comfortable, his lust-darkened and excited eyes catch yours, a devilish smirk sitting on his lips. You send him your own fanged smirk and carefully climb over his body, the shuffling of limbs resulting in your body facing your headboard as your pussy hovers over his mouth. His hands come up to grip your thighs as you slowly seat yourself onto his hot and waiting mouth. A half moan, half gasp leaves your lips when Katsuki immediately gets back to devouring you and one of your hands buries itself in his hair.

You let yourself drown beneath the waves of pleasure for a moment or two before forcing some clarity into your mind. You smirk down at him and his ministrations falter a bit as you trail the tip of your tail down his torso. He questions your action with his eyes until they widen a bit out of surprise as your tail slowly gets increasingly closer to his cock. His groan vibrates against your clit as you wrap your tail around him and his eyes flutter a bit.

You start jerking his cock slowly, your hips moving in sync, and both of your moans start filling the room. Katsuki becomes more aggressive with his licking and sucking, his tongue delving into you every now and then as you grind against him.

“Hah.. ah.. I-I’m g-gunna f-fucking.. cum..” You pant out between moans, your grip on his hair tightening as the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm begins flooding you once again.

“Fucking hell.. Cum, then, baby. Cum on my fucking tongue.” Katsuki’s muffled command is followed by another groaned out curse, his hips bucking a bit off the bed as you continue to jerk him.

“Aah, Katsuki,” His name comes out as a high-pitched moan as your orgasm hits you. Your pussy clenches around his tongue as you double over, your free hand sinking into the mattress next to his head. He tongue-fucks you through it as your eyes squeeze shut and your nails scrape against his scalp. In your bliss, you hear and feel him let out something between a groan and growl, and you’re not sure if it’s from pain or pleasure.

He continues swiping his tongue against your pussy as whines from overstimulation leave your mouth. Something more begins building in your abdomen and you forcefully lift your hips from his face to keep from potentially drowning the man beneath you.

You're both panting as you stare at each other with the same look of feral lust in your eyes. The moonlight shining in from your window making it look like his eyes are glowing and you feel just a bit envious over how fucking effortlessly attractive this man is. A playful smirk pulls at your lips when you squeeze your tail around his cock and he lets out an unintentional moan. Suddenly, in a blur of motions, you’re flipped onto your back with Katsuki hovering over you, his lips still shiny with your cum.

“Ya know, teasing isn’t nice.” Katsuki comments huskily with a smirk as he grinds his cock against your wet pussy, his tip catching your clit with every stroke.

In an instant his lips are on yours, swallowing your whines and moans. He holds himself up with one arm while the other leaves its position from beside your head. His now free hand runs down your body until he gets to your pussy. His fingers rub at your clit a bit before moving further down where he slips a finger into you. Your moans go up in volume as one finger becomes two and his lips suck hickies into the column of your throat. Your body begins to writhe a bit as his fingers brush over your g-spot and his teeth nip at your hot skin.

Soon enough two fingers turn into three and the tsunami-size waves of your next orgasm crash against the poorly built dam you’ve built. All the while, Katsuki just swallows all of begging and pleading for him to just put his cock in you already. His hot, hard cock that is currently weeping pre-cum all over your thigh.

“I-I think I l-learned my lesson ‘bout teasing, Ka-Katsuki! Oh fuck.. J-just put it in!” You demand when his mouth goes back to sucking more marks into your shoulder.

“Demanding little slut, flip the fuck over.” Katsuki commands after he pulls his fingers from your pussy.

You flip yourself onto your stomach, ass up in the air and tail swishing sensually slowly behind you. You look back at him with a smirk that quickly falters when you meet his gaze dead-on as he licks your cum from his fingers. A cocky smirk pulls at his lips when he finishes and uses that same hand to smack one of your asscheeks making you cry out. Pain and pleasure tingle up your spine and your pussy continues to leak.

“Yeah, kinda figured you were a pain slut by now. Only fitting for someone with a demon Quirk, huh?” Katsuki husks out following another smack to your ass.

Finally, without any further commentation, the fat head of his cock nudges its way between your pussy lips. He enters you slowly, groaning as you pant through the welcomed invasion of every inch of him. When his hips finally meet your asscheeks you understand why he had taken his time fingering you. Of course, you had noticed that his cock is big but you weren’t quite prepared to feel this full. There isn’t a single complaint that runs through your pleasure-melted brain, though. Only praises intermingled with moans fall from your mouth when he gives an experimental thrust.

“Shit, you’re so fuckin’ tight.” Katsuki grits out as he sets a steady pace, moving in and out of you while his hands grip your hips.

“So.. fuckin’.. good.. s-so.. full..” You moan out as you push yourself back on his cock, absentmindedly wrapping your tail around one of his wrists.

The room becomes hot and stuffy, the smell of sex and Katsuki’s cologne on every breath you breathe in. Your eyes are half-lidded, wanting to roll back, and your mouth hangs open as Katsuki begins drilling into you. You nearly cum from the sight of him throwing his head back and groaning at how your pussy squelches and clenches around him.

His cock hits your g-spot over and over, making that overwhelming feeling inside you unbearable. You don’t get anything other than a high-pitched moan out of your mouth as your second orgasm crashes into you. Your eyes roll back as you squirt all over Katsuki’s cock and pelvis. You become a babbling, drooling mess as he fucks your through your orgasm, his pace somehow getting faster. His exhales become grunts and growls as he pounds into you, his hands now gripping you so tightly that you nearly cum again thinking about the bruises they’ll leave.

“Fuck, I’m gunna fucking cum!” Katsuki groans out, his thrusts beginning to falter slightly.

“Ah, please cum, a-ah, pleasepleaseplease,” You mindlessly beg as you cum on his cock again.

“Sh-shit.. I-I.. fuuuuck,” He stutters out as he thrust hard into you one last time before stilling. You moan softly as warmth fills you, your eyes shutting from all of the bliss and pleasure you felt throughout the night.

Katsuki is hunched over you for a moment just trying to catch his breath before he kisses your shoulder and straightens up. He slowly pulls out causing both of you to groan, then he collapses onto the mattress beside you. You lower your hips down to the bed and stretch your body a bit before shuffling over to lay on his chest. With his eyes closed, Katsuki wraps an arm around you and begins lightly rubbing your lower back. It’s a peaceful and calm silence between the both of you, the only sounds being both of you breathing and your house’s A/C kicking on.

“There’s no lust factor,” You say quietly, your chin resting on his pec as you look up at his face.

Katsuki cracks an eye open and tilts his head to peer down at you in confusion, “What?” He rasps out.

“My Quirk, Hellspawn, is just demon traits. I don’t have any succubi traits or powers, so there’s no lust factor to my Quirk.” A teasing smile plays on your lips as you explain.

Katsuki is silent as he glares down at you, his face unamused until his lips twitch and a chuckle escapes him. You let out a few giggles yourself and Katsuki runs a hand down his face.

“Well, shit, there goes that explanation. If you’re telling the truth, that is,” He says as he gives you a look of feigned suspicion.

You gasp with feigned offense as you sit up a little, “I would never lie to a Pro Hero such as yourself! What’s the matter, Mr. Dynamight, you don’t believe in lust at first sight?” You can’t help the giggle that escapes you at your bad pun.

Katsuki groans as he rolls his eyes, “Jesus Christ, ‘lust at first sight’? I can’t tell if that's the stripper in you talkin’ or the succubus.”

“I’m not a succubus!” You exclaim as you playfully push him, a laugh leaving your mouth as you stare down at his smirking face.

“Where’s your bathroom, Succubus? We both need a damn shower,” Katsuki asks as he sits up.

His question feels like it’s muffled in your ears as thoughts of not wanting this to end flood your brain. You wonder if he wants this to be a one night stand. If he’ll get dressed, then ask you to not tell anyone about what you two did tonight. If maybe he doesn’t want the fact that he slept with a stripper to get out and ruin his grand reputati-

“Hey, we gunna get this shower over with so we can sleep or what?” Katsuki’s voice breaks you from your thoughts. “I’ll help ya change the bedding and shit after we get done ‘cause I’m sure as hell not sleeping in the puddle you made.” He says with a teasing smirk. You blink dumbly for a moment, then move to stand up to lead Katsuki to your bathroom.

‘He’s spending the night? Maybe he doesn’t want this to end just yet, either..’ You think as you step into the warm water of your shower, Katsuki stepping in right behind you. His arms wrap around you as he pulls you back flush against him, being mindful of your wings. He sighs as he kisses the crook of your neck and you lean back into him, closing your eyes and just enjoying the moment.

Note ~ Welp, there we go, Lovelies! This was a fun fic to write even though I'm not familiar with the workings of a strip club. I did recently watch the movie Hustlers and felt a bit more confident about what I was writing, haha. Hope it was a good read and y'all stay tuned for more fics! Love and appreciate all of you, Lovelies! <3

Divider Credit ~ @tsunami-of-tears

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wileys-russo · 2 years ago

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crowd favourite ficlet?

crowd favourite

“you know sometimes I just sit here and I look at her and I just…I want to cry. She’s so perfect.” you sighed, moving your head to rest on your wifes shoulder.

a soft smile curled into your lips as you stared at delilah, just over a year old now and sat on marys stomach with her back leaning against her knees, babbling away with a grin.

"sometimes when i look at her i do cry. i can't believe we made that, like...she's ours." your wife agreed right away, moving to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

the three of you were cuddled up in your room at st georges park. sarina had made it so the camps were always family friendly, both staff and players able to bring kids or partners as the more senior girls grew up.

both you and mary were beyond grateful that no longer did you have to kiss goodbye when she'd leave for tournaments or camps. you holding a screaming delilah and mary having to ignore every single motherly instinct in her body not to turn around and never leave again.

"can you say mama, come on lilah say mama." mary cooed, reaching forward and tickling the girl who giggled adorably. "ugh i could listen to her little giggle forever and ever." you groaned happily.

"say mummy, say mummy!" you cooed, the two of you trying desperately to get her to speak. "yes!" mary fist pumped as delilah gurgled out a mama, head shooting up as you scooped her into your arms and kissed all over her.

she was only just learning how to speak, and the little noises and gibberish she came out with had yours and marys hearts combusting.

your quiet little family moment together was interrupted by hurried knocks at the door. "and it begins." you chuckled, you and delilah had only arrived this morning, mary checking in last night to make sure everything was set up and to her standards.

"go away we're naked!" mary yelled as you laughed and smacked her on the shoulder, placing delilah gently back down on top of mary and heading for the door. "put some clothes on and open this bloody door!" you chuckled hearing leahs thick accent from outside.

"good morning captain." you opened the door with a smile, darting out of the way as her and georgia shouldered past you. "oi! bit of respect for the wife thanks." mary scolded, already up on her feet and holding delilah protectively to her chest halting the other two in their tracks.

"good morning!" "missed ya!"

you laughed as both younger girls practically tackled you in a hug, leah placing a kiss to your cheek before they both switched their hopeful gazes toward mary.

"go on love." you chuckled as your wife sighed and moved to hand delilah over to leah who squealed happily, cooing and tickling her as georgia hovered by her side doing the same.

"you both said you were going to breakfast!" your head turned to find esme, alex and chloe huddled in your door which was still open. "yeah we are, gonna eat this lil cutie up." leah cooed as you chuckled and gestured for the other three to come in who all greeted you as they did.

though right as you went to close the door after them did more bodies appear. "hiya!" niamh beamed, flanked by lauren, jess and lucy. "come on." you sighed with a smile, waving them inside the rapidly crowded hotel room.

"if every morning is like this i don't know how i'll cope." arms wrapped around you as your wife buried her face in her neck with a groan. "at least we know she's loved baby, very very loved." you smiled, nudging her head up and pressing a soft kiss to her pouty lips.

"right you lot we're taking her to breakfast. unless your last name is earps, clear off!" mary yelled sternly over the cooing and baby voices filling the room, your daughter being passed from aunty to aunty with giggles.

ignoring the disappointed groans you chuckled as one by one the girls filed back out. "her last name is earps!" mary warned as alex tried to sneak past with delilah in her arms, using esme as a human shielf.

"worth a try." the defender huffed handing her over as your door closed and both you and mary let out a sigh of relief at the overwhelming peace and quiet in the room.

"you did so well baby, only yelled once!" you teased as you changed and dressed delilah. mary changed herself into her training gear and swapped out with you so you could do the same, donning a pair of tights and one of her england hoodies.

"this is going to be a dreadfully long week."

"but why does less get to feed her!" ella huffed, crossing her arms and glaring at mary who was sat on delilahs other side. "godmum privileges." alessia grinned as you reached over and smacked her with a warning look.

all throughout breakfast the other girls popped in and out, catching up with you and melting over your daughter which despite how protective mary was over delilah did make her incredibly happy.

you grinned as even sarina made her way over once you'd all finished eating, mary handing over delilah to the older woman and updating her on your daughters progress, thanking her again for allowing the two of you to come.

rachel and millie were quick to join, having been past three times already which made you laugh. "oh i think she's made a little present for ya." millie winced as rach handed her delilah and hurried off, millie sniffing the air and instantly recoiling.

"wonderful. since you're wanting to spend so much time with lilah you can come and learn how to change her then brighty!" you patted the taller girl on the back, mary handing you the change bag with an amused smile.

"come on then mills, chop chop!"

"where is she!" you jumped in shock as your wife burst through the doors of your room, apologizing to your mum and quickly ending the call.

"who? lilah? she's fine love. what's wrong?" you stood, intercepting her and gently grabbing her face forcing her attention onto you.

"whats wrong is that every time i try to see my daughter she's snatched away by someone else. i've not given her a cuddle or a kiss all fucking day!" mary vented angrily as you smiled.

"babe stop laughing! it's not funny." the older girl whined as you chuckled, bracing yourself as her taller body slumped into yours. "its a little bit funny love." you teased, rubbing circles into her back as she huffed.

"zell and maya have her up in the physio room with some of the others girls." you answered her question, mary shooting up away from you.

"ah! less is with them, and you know that girl would never let anyone harm a single hair on delilahs head." you grunted as you forced your wife into bed with you, dragging her down.

"i also haven't seen you all day you know!" you smiled, rolling on top of her. "sorry, hello." mary sighed, kissing you sweetly and pulling away with another sigh. "i'm not very good at sharing." mary admitted with another pout making you laugh.

"no you're not. but its just because you love her, but we have to share the love she gives others and the way she makes others feel. you've always said this team feels like one big family my love, just try to embrace that." you assured her, running your hands through your hair.

"so...she's with the girls and less?" mary questioned as you nodded, knowing smile breaking out onto your face seeing the look in your wifes eyes. "we've got maybe twenty minutes?" you grinned, squealing as mary rapidly flipped the two of you over, now hovering on top.

"thats more than enough baby, i only need ten."

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ifangirlalot · 2 years ago

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If you're comfortable with that just know I'll be requesting again soon hehe

I was thinking- finn with a chubby/thick fem reader ?

I think it would be so cute to see him wanting to have his hands all over her 24/7 because of how soft she must be

🍓 anon ? :)

˗ˏˋ 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐄, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ˎˊ˗ | starring finn wolfhard

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

~fluff!~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘]: fluff, fluff, fluff, and love for my curvy babies<3 (you're fucking gorgeous and i love the fuck out of all of you)

Also! Omg, I would fucking love if you guys used cute lil emojis as your nicknames, that would be fucking adorable.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ UGH. DAMN GIRL, YOU ARE SO FUCKING FINE.

𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ ^^^ Says Finn at least ten times a day. He means it sincerely. Like, he has never meant something more in his life. He loves your curves and your chub. He needs to touch it constantly to feel fulfilled.

𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ You're just so soft and cute. Finn doesn't feel good if he can't put his hands on your cute little belly or on your thick thighs.

𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ He wants to kiss your sweet skin constantly and run his hands along your figure, letting his hands ride those curves like backroads. There's so much of you to love, and he has no shortage of attention to give.

𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ Please, PLEASE sit on his lap. Let him hold you. Straddle him with your thighs. Let him tell you about how fucking sexy he thinks you are.

𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ Finn is the world's biggest hypeman. Wear short skirts and croptops around him so he can kiss your belly and your thighs and give them cute little squeezes.

"Baby, I'm not even joking. Please, PLEASE crush me with your thighs. Break every fucking bone in my body with them, I am BEGGING you."

𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ Do not ever give him the "I don't wanna crush you :(" shit. GODDAMN IT, SIT DOWN ON HIS LAP AND LET HIM HOLD YOU.

𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ If you have stretch marks, Finn would love to touch them and kiss them and just trace them for hours without showing any signs of getting bored.

𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ ^^^ calls them your tiger stripes.

#💭 ۫⠀HEADCANON.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚#⊹ . FLUFF ۫ .#⸝⸝ ꒰ 🍓 nonnieㆍ₊⊹#finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x you #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard fluff #stranger things #it #richie tozier #mike wheeler #trevor spengler #ziggy katz #miles fairchild #boris pavlikovsky #finn wolfhard smut #miles fairchild smut #boris pavlikovsky smut #mike wheeler smut

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wheeboo · 10 months ago

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cute lil soft thought 🚹

like 'magine being taller than jihoon and being an absolute menace?? kinda just heckling and poking and just zipping around him all cuteness aggression n stuff and then he catches u with his arms around ur waist and u can't move and like woah 😳 he'd be so smug 🥹

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA i'm gonna scream 😓😓 look i still may be shorter than jihoon but i would love this HAHASJADS who wouldn't have cuteness aggression around this man????

affection was quite literally your middle name at this point. for jihoon, the height difference between the two of you had never been a bother. if anything, it made everything more endearing--the way you had to slightly lean down to press a kiss to his lips, or how you'd playfully ruffle his hair. jihoon may be the shorter one in your relationship, but he never felt smaller with you.

on the other hand, for you, there was something utterly adorable about being the taller one in the relationship, something so sweet about how his brown eyes would glance up at you. you'd take that opportunity to just giggle over how cute he looks, lightly poke and cup his face in your hands until he'd groan and shove you away (but would secretly love it).

to simply put, jihoon is cute. you remind him that everyday, whether verbally or through your actions. so right now isn't new--you sitting down on the couch in his studio while he worked away on his music.

"baby," you call out to him. "it's getting late."

"just a few more minutes, hon."

"but there's a better place you should be right now."

"yeah?" he still doesn't look away from the brightly-lit screen in front of him. "and where is that?"

you tilt your to the side, a small pout to your face even though he can't see it. "in my arms..."

your words bring a faint tug to his lips. "i'll be yours in a minute, sweetheart."

however, that doesn't reassure your patience at all. you find yourself standing up from the couch and approaching behind him, placing your hands firmly on his shoulders, shaking him just slightly.

"jihoonie..." you lean down, poking a light finger to his cheek as he continues to focus on his work. "come on, please..."

he doesn’t react at first, just hums softly in response, but you can see the faint smile on his lips growing. you continue pestering him, from wrapping your arms around his shoulders and placing quick kisses to the nape of his neck.

but he still refuses to budge.

"ugh, fine." you let go and start to separate yourself from him, huffing a defeated breath. "if you're not going to give me attention then i might as well just--"

jihoon suddenly swivels in his chair, catching you off-guard as he stands up quickly, turning the tables on you. and before you can react, his arms are around your waist, pulling you close and locking you in place. your breath catches in your throat as you find yourself trapped, unable to move as he looks up at you with a smug grin.

"got you," he mutters lowly. even if you try to move in the slightest, his grip only tightens, making it clear that he's not letting go anytime soon.

okay, you know that your boyfriend goes to the gym perhaps a bit too much, but you never realised how much strength he's been building until now. his arms are solid as a rock around your waist, and no matter how much you wiggle or shift, you're firmly caught in his embrace.

more heat crawls up your neck even as you get yourself to turn around to face him, peering down and meeting eyes with the smugness the plagues his face.

jihoon lets out a chuckle.

"you're such a handful," he says, but there's nothing but love in his tone as he drags you down so that you're just a breath away from his lips, finally giving you the attention you've been craving.

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waterdeep-weavemoss · 3 months ago

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R&R

Her head was pillowed against a massive hand. As her vision came into focus she saw Halsin looming above her, supporting half her body in one arm.

'Wh-?' she tried. When she shifted just slightly, waves of black crashed through her head, sending spots into her eyes.

'Be still. You took quite the nasty injury in the field, Doe.'

'M'fine,' she said automatically. Halsin shook his head at her, grinning in exasperation.

'You will be fine. But for now you must wait until the potion is ready.' He gestured to a small cauldron bubbling over the fire. It smelled of green herbs, honey, and something bitter. He shifted into a more comfortable position on the forest floor and cradled her gently. 'Gale tells me you decided to be heroic and take on a beast twice your size. When will you learn, sweet bunny? You're fragile.'

'Am not,' she said, indignant. 'I had it in hand, actually. If Astarion hadn't decided to taunt it, I would have-'

'Shhh,' he said. 'Your heart is racing. Deep breath now.'

She took one, begrudgingly. The thunder of his heart under her ear was soothing. 'Will I be alright to go back into the field?'

'Not yet,' he said sternly. 'I cleaned and wrapped your wounds but even with the potion you are not going to be in any fit state to fight. You'll stay with me if you don't mind, so I can keep an eye on you.'

He shifted to dunk a wooden cup into the concoction. 'Be careful,' he said. 'Small sips.'

'C'mon, Halsin. I'm not a child.'

'No,' he agreed, tipping the cup to her lips, 'but you are impulsive, and you do need care. If you won't give it to yourself, allow me.' His eyes sparkled with mischief. 'Or else.'

'Or else what?' She sipped at the potion, making a face. 'Ugh.'

'You can never resist a challenge,' he said. 'You can endure my company. I dare you.'

The warmth of the potion suffused her, and she felt the wooziness lift. She struggled to sit up, and Halsin shook his head, pressing her back with gentle fingers on her stomach. 'Halsin,' she groused. 'I'm fine now. Lemme up.'

'I think not. I decide when you get to run back into danger. Stay still.'

'Ugh. You're no fun.'

His brows shot up in half amused shock. 'Take it back.'

'No.'

'I'm warning you, cub,' he said lowly. 'You're testing my patience.'

She shifted again. Deliberate, this time. He sighed, long suffering, and let his fingers dance over the sliver of skin at her midriff. Doe shrieked, erupting into giggles. 'Hey! No, st- sto- hahah- stop it!'

'No,' he smirked down at her. 'Laughter is the best medicine, so they say. I believe kisses are a close second.'

She laughed as he continued his gentle torture, bringing his lips to hers and smiling into the kiss. She grabbed his wrists as he pulled away, stilling his hands. 'Has it occurred to you,' she said, lacing their fingers, 'that maybe I run into danger so you'll take care of me after?'

'If you want me to dote on you, you only have to ask, my heart.'

'Ah but you know me by now. I love a thrill.'

His teeth seemed a little sharper when he smiled, this time. 'Mhm. Recuperation,' he said firmly. 'You're going to rest. Then you can have fun. One day is all I ask. Alright?'

'You just want to cuddle.'

'When don't I?'

'Hm. Fine.'

He stroked her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 'Good. I expect you to keep your word.'

'Sure, daddy Halsin,' she quipped. For the briefest moment, his eyes flashed an unnatural green. 'I'll do exactly as you say.'

His laugh was low, almost a growl as they settled. 'I'll remember that.'

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justmeandmysickies · 3 months ago

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Hey, so, here's an idea:

So I get the feeling that Nick would be exactly the kind of idion to hit his head somehow--whether in a small car accident, tripping and falling somewhere, or getting into a bar fight or smth--and he just walks it off and Joe sees him later and is thinking like "my bf is being weird'' or whatever and then Nick just collapses or passes out or is all delirious.

Suddenly, Joe panics and gets nick to a hospital and then is pissed because the idiot had tried to brush off a freaking mild concussion and Nick wakes up all groggy (and maybe a lil bit emotional) and Joe just can't stay mad at the guy. Ending with a lil drizzle of fluff!!

BTW, this is my Sunday Sickness ask. {@bellysoupset}

Oh god, I'm so sorry it took me this long to get to the request but anyway, here it is!

Ouch

"Ouch" was all Nick could think as he found himself staring at the ceiling of the bar. The lights were dim but he still felt a stab of pain in his head as he looked at them. He briefly wondered how he'd ended up on the floor when the worried face of his colleague Tony appeared in his line of sight. Nick realized that his vision was blurry and he blinked a couple times to try and clear up the fog.

"Fuck, you good man?" Tony asked, biting his lip nervously. The accident had looked serious. He hadn't had the time to react as Nick slipped on the water on the floor and smacked his head on the counter as he went down. He'd looked unconscious but when Tony got to him Nick's eyes luckily fluttered open.

Nick tried to answer and tell him that yes, he was fine but all that came out of his mouth was some mumbled incoherent syllables. Now Tony looked even more freaked. "Shit, I think we gotta call an ambulance."

Nick tried to sit up at that but a firm hand pushed him back down. "No, stay down. Don't sit up just yet." Not that it mattered, he would've gone down anyways with how badly his head was swimming. Nonetheless he glanced to the side to see Frank, his boss, staring back at him, looking every bit as worried as Tony.

Nick dared another attempt at speaking. "I'm okay, seriously. Just a little bump." Damn his tongue felt heavy in his mouth but Frank seemed to have understood him well enough. "Just do me the favor and stay down for a bit longer and take a couple deep breaths. Assess yourself. You took a hard hit there."

Nick did as he was told and tried to feel every part of his body. Everything seemed to be working fine and luckily his vision was starting to come into focus again. If it weren't for the pain in his head. Nonetheless Nick sat up. Frank sighed but didn't try to push him down again. "Dude."

"I'm fine, really." Nick sat cross legged and put his head in his hands briefly, rubbing at his face and eyes to clear the rest of the fog. "But damn that hurt."

Frank was satisfied that Nick was at least alert and talking so he got to his feet. "Sure you don't need a hospital?"

"Nah, it's all good."

Frank reached out a hand, which Nick gratefully accepted, and pulled him to his feet. Nick stumbled a bit and Frank raised an eyebrow while Tony immediately jumped to catch him. "I said I'm fine!" Nick snapped at his colleague and Tony pulled back his hands. He obviously wanted to retort something but Frank shook his head at the younger man so Tony remained quiet.

"Sit down in the back, we'll just finish setting up here and then I'll give you a ride home." Frank bossed and Nick scoffed. "I told you, I'm fine. I can work."

"No, Nick. I'm taking you home. That was a nasty fall, just get some rest. Enjoy a free evening with your boyfriend or whatever, I don't care. But you're not working today."

Nick wanted to argue but honestly? He hadn't had a free evening in weeks and Joe would probably be delighted to hear that Nick was free to spend some proper quality time together. "Fine. But I live three blocks from here. I can walk, thank you very much."

His boss groaned at the stubbornness. "Ugh okay, walk then. But go home now, I don't need you here. And text me when you get there."

"Fine." Nick retorted as he went to retrieve his jacket.

"And don't even think about showing up here tomorrow!" His boss yelled after him as Nick left the bar.

Truth be told, he was a little annoyed with himself he didn't take Frank up on his offer. Nick didn't feel like anything was seriously wrong but still his head was pounding and every step felt like he weighed a thousand pounds.

So he made his way home slowly and carefully, feeling positively nauseous and absolutely exhausted by the time he got there. But a shower would fix all that, he was sure.

"So how come you're not working tonight?" Joe asked as he took off his shoes.

"Ah we're overstaffed right now and tonight will probably be slow so Frank didn't need me. In fact, I have the day off tomorrow as well." Nick lied. The shower hadn't really fixed anything. His head still felt like someone was drilling into it and he was feeling disoriented and sluggish. Still he was happy that Joe was here and his boyfriend didn't need to know what happened. He'd just worry and boss Nick around and the blonde really wasn't up for that. He'd probably be fine in a couple hours anyway.

He fell asleep as the pair was watching Criminal Minds, hopeful that a nap would help his head. He only woke up as Joe turned off the TV. "Tired?" his boyfriend asked, looking slightly disappointed. Nick sat up slowly, taking note of the way his vision swam. "Yeah a little, sorry."

Joe was a bit dumbfounded. As far as he was concerned Nick had been sleeping well and he wasn't usually the type to fall asleep watching TV. But he decided to give his boyfriend some leniency. It had been a tough couple of weeks (or months if Joe was being honest) for both of them and maybe Nick was struggling with it more than Joe had realized.

"Maybe we can take a walk? That might wake you up. This is the first night we have together in almost two weeks. I'd like to spend at least a little more time with you. You know, awake I mean." Joe looked at the floor. He felt like he was being demanding but he also felt like he had the right to be. And a walk was always a good opportunity to talk openly. He'd use the chance to ask Nick how he'd been adjusting.

Nick mentally kicked himself for falling asleep. "Of course baby, a walk sounds great."

No, a walk sounded absolutely awful. The dizziness he'd felt earlier came back with a vengeance as he got up and he had to steady himself on the arm of the sofa as his knees threatened to give out. He closed his eyes against the pain in his head and took a deep breath. Joe, who had already been putting on his shoes, looked up at Nick and frowned. "You alright?"

Nick straightened up with a practiced smile. "Yeah just got up too fast, no big deal." He went to put on his shoes as well, every small movement sending shooting pain through his head. But he was determined to hang in there.

The couple had been walking for about ten minutes when things went sideways. In Nick's case quite literally. Joe had been doing most of the talking as Nick really wasn't feeling up to it - which only heightened Joe's anxiety that something was wrong with Nick. The guy usually had energy for days and now he was falling asleep randomly and worst of all, he was quiet. Nick, the man who basically never shut up, was quiet.

Joe had just asked him a question. Nick was aware of that. He was however also painfully aware of the fact that he wouldn't be able to last much longer. The headache was getting unbearable and his body was feeling heavy. Too heavy to keep moving. He planted his hands on his knees, trying to get himself in check. But the movement caused a heavy wave of dizziness and his knees starting shaking, threatening to give out for real this time. He went down as one of his knees buckled, barely managing to catch himself on his hands before he'd faceplant the concrete. He heard Joe say his name and he felt his boyfriend's hand on his shoulder but everything sounded so muffled and far away. His vision blurred over as the world tilted to the side and then everything went black.

Nick woke up to bright lights on a shiny white ceiling. "Hey." Joe's voice was uncharacteristically soft and Nick looked to his side. His boyfriend was sat beside him in a chair and Nick noticed that Joe was holding his hand. "What happened?" His voice sounded rough but he noticed with relief that his tongue didn't feel as heavy anymore.

Joe sighed deeply and let go of Nick's hand to rub his face. "You're an idiot, that's what happened." Nick blinked at him in confusion.

"You have a fucking concussion Nick and you know what's weird about that? When you passed out earlier I caught you. You didn't hit your head because I made sure you didn't. So you mind telling me the actual reason Frank sent you home today?"

Nick averted his eyes. He felt so stupid. So he told Joe the full story and his boyfriend was silent for a long while. "I really didn't think it was that bad Joe, I swear."

"You smack your head full force on a fucking counter and think it's not that bad? You must have been feeling awful, right? You were acting weird the whole time."

"Yeah I mean I wasn't feeling well but still. I just didn't think-"

"No, you weren't thinking at all!" Joe snapped in exasperation. Nick looked away in shame and Joe bit his lip. He wasn't trying to kick a man who was already down but he couldn't help that he was upset. How could Nick be so careless? Joe did however take a deep breath before he spoke again, more calmly this time.

"You scared the hell out of me Nick. You need to tell me things like these so that I don't have to tell the paramedics that I have no idea what's wrong with my boyfriend. You can't worry me like that." He took Nick's hand in comfort. The touch was soft and careful, a small gesture that meant so much to the both of them.

"I know baby, I'm so sorry. It won't happen again, I promise."

"I hope so. Now get some rest, they'll keep you overnight for monitoring. Try to sleep, I'll be right here when you wake up." And with that Joe got up to get in bed with Nick, wrapping a comforting arm around his boyfriend and Nick drifted off to sleep in Joe's embrace.

#joe #nick #my ocs #em writes #emeto

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k2ntoss · 1 year ago

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hi hi it's me again, back from the void

so like i've been so absolutely sick these past few days, it's horrid, but I've not been able to stop thinking about Jason bc y'know, total brain rot over here

anyway, i just need a jason in my life to give me cuddles and read to me while I'm sick and make me soup and gimme kisses and ugh i wish he was real so baddd 😭

- the very sickly lil 🦊

POOKIE????? first of all, how are you feeling now? i do understand your brain rot, i've been thinking a lot about jason while at work and i get too lost on it sometimes heh now let me get you something that can make you feel better 🫡 listen to this when you read, check on the trad bc the song is so sweet ): HOPE THIS HELPS TO CHEER YOU UP, 🦊

jason takes his vigilante shifts as serious as it's possible, after all that's his life and there's nothing more important than that or it was like that before you. there's no way he finds something else to get his mind busy when you're all he can think of and believe me when i say, he makes everything he can for you to always get the princess treatment you deserve and he couldn't help it, from the first time he laid his eyes on you he was totally in love and even when things weren't easy at first you both worked them through and that had gotten you here.

now jason can't see himself just going out on patrol when you're sick, that's the case now, it's a cold but a strong one and he's worried "grayson, i'm not joking- yeah, just one night i swear i'll owe you a big one" you can hear his voice as he speaks with dick, you had tried to convince him that you could rest on your bed and you would be fine but he wouldn't leave you when you weren't feeling good. his heavy steps let you know he's walking back into the room and jason smiles softly when you look at him from under the blankets "how are you feeling now, baby?" he asks as he sits next to you, his hand reaching to touch your forehead so he can check your temperature.

"i guess that there's no point on telling you i'm feeling good, right?" you asks with a soft chuckle, his touch is so gentle that it makes you feel fuzzy inside as he shakes his head before lying next to you "i'm not going on patrol, dick is going to cover me with bruce" jason tells you when he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer so you nuzzle your head against his side "so i'll stay here to make sure you really take care of yourself"

he makes sure you're comfortable next to him and when you look up at him jason smiles brightly, is something so usual of him to you, even when there are bad and rough days or fights between you two there's also good moments like this and you both have made sure they are what matters the most because there's been enough shit that happened to you and him to cling into more of it. jason picks up the book he's currently reading, once again pride and prejudice because he knows you like it when he reads to you, jason would lean in to whisper some lines into your ear before he kisses your temple while his other hand plays with your hair.

"are we feeling better, princess?" he asks in a whisper, a chaste kiss to your cheek and one more in your lips because jason really doesn't mind if he gets sick too because that means you'll take care of him too "i feel better now... but i'm a little hungry" you say, voice gruffy and eyes a little sleepy thanks to your boyfriend's soothing presence and cuddles, he nods and sits straight on the bed with a thoughtful expression before letting out a hum "want some soup?" and as soon as you nod jason is walking to the kitchen because it's what has to be done if it gets his love to feel better and happy.

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mewhenimanangel · 1 year ago

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cherry, eren jaeger

—synopsis. you have a little more fun at jean’s party that you thought you would

—chapter 4 ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚content!: au-high school, ballet dancer, teenage romance, black reader, underaged drinking, drunken makeout sessions, high school party

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you yawned and stretched out your arms before rubbing a hand over your face.

a bad habit, you reached for your phone that was sitting on your nightstand. there was a text from eren - it was an address followed by the texts 'forgot to give you the address' 'you know for when you decide to come thru 😉' you found yourself smiling like a dork for some reason before texting him back, joking that you weren't going anywhere.

you clicked on lana's contact and face timed her. "hey" you said putting toothpaste on your toothbrush. "hey girl, what are you waking me up for" her voice was groggy. "are you going to that party tonight?" you asked her.

"yeah, i was actually gonna text you and ask if you wanted to come. who told you about it?" she asked you. "eren asked me to come" you told her and you could practically hear the smirk in her voice when she said "ohhh he definitely wants you. you should definitely come then" she continued "plus you've been like mad busy lately you need to come and get a little crazy"

maybe she was right, for the last month the only places you'd been were school, home, work, and dance. maybe you could use a break.

"fine i'll come. what are you gonna wear?" "that little black jean skirt i got from nando's in janurary. and maybe that cute little black shirt. you know, the ones that make my boobs look good" she told you. "oh, tryna look good in case connie's there?" you smirked. "oh shut up, but yeah of course he's gonna be there"

lana had a little crush on connie ever since junior year when they had to do a chemistry project together. you never really knew eren's group of friends but connie was always really touchy and flirty with lana, he was definitely into her too.

"anyways, ima go. i have a shift at one and my boss is gonna wring my neck if im late again." she sighed. "okay just remember to let me know when you're on your way, love you byeee" you blew a kiss to the camera and she did the same before hanging up.

you finished washing your face before going out into the living room to find your mom and enya on the couch watching bob's burgers. "hey sleepyhead, finally decide to join society?" your mom joked. "yup" you smiled, giving enya a kiss on the cheek to which she wiped off. "rude" you rolled your eyes.

you went to the kitchen to pop half a bagel in the toaster.

you went back into the living room to join them. "mommy.." you whined. "uh oh, what do you want?" she smirked. "can i go to a party tonight.." you smiled. she deadpanned "whose?"

"it's jean's party" you told her. "ugh the kiersten's kid? he's such a troublemaker" she scoffed. "i promise to stay out of trouble, come on you know me. plus lana's coming" you told her. you knew your mom trusted lana.

you spent five more minutes begging her to go, going in front of her to block the tv.

"ugh fine you can go. but, no alcohol, no drugs, and no boys" she pointed a stern finger at you. "yayyy thank you so much mama" you smiled, going to give her a hug.

"that's not fair i wanna go to parties" enya groaned. "you're 12, sit down" you scoffed.

ʚɞ

you got out of the shower and decided to keep it simple with your outfit. you put on a white tube top and a pair of denim shorts that ended a little under your butt. you wore a pair of white adidas on your feet and threw on your jacket while you waited for lana to text you that she was here.

once she was, you said bye to your mom and went out into her car. "wait, lil pregame first" she handed you a pink whitney shot bottle. "how are you just driving around with this in your car? you're not scared you're gonna get pulled over?" you scoffed. "it's fine, we'll just drive a bit and throw it in some random trash can"

"ready?" she asked you as you untwisted the cover. you cheered and tapped the bottom before shooting your head back and downing the liquor. "WOOOO, okay let's go! the party's at some random airbnb" she said, putting the address in her gps.

it was about a 20 minute drive there, twenty minutes spent singing along to lana's music.

when you got to the house, lana parked her car about a minute away and you walked your way up.

connie was on the porch talking to someone when he saw you two walk up. "hey girl!" connie smiled at lana bringing her in for a hug by the waist. "what's up" he nod his head at you and you put your hand up to wave.

the three of you walked inside, there were a lot more people there than you thought would be - you wondered how the party wasn't busted yet.

playing on the speakers was 'love scars', there were solo cups and beer bottles everywhere, people dancing, some guy shirtless on a table dancing, there was a game of beer pong going, and people just scattered around the house in general.

"wait what should i do with my jacket" you asked lana. "oh you can put it upstairs in the master bedroom, that's where we're putting all our shit. nobody else is allowed in there but i'll make an exception" connie told you. not wanting to let you go alone, lana asked connie to lead the way upstairs.

you put your jacket on the bed, looking at everyone's stuff you spot the jacket eren wore sitting on the arm chair. you wondered where he was, you may have even been a little excited to see him.

"aight let's get crazy" connie said, grabbing lana's hand and heading toward the door. you followed behind them before stopping when you saw eren coming up the stairs.

you saw the smile that graced his lips when his eyes landed on you. he was wearing a black shirt with a pair of black baggy jeans. his hair was tied back in his usual low bun and he smelled like cologne and a hint weed. his eyes were low and glossed over.

"hey" eren smiled , standing incredibly close to you. you could smell his cologne and a hint of weed on him, the combination was intoxicating "hi" you looked up at his eyes.

lana gave connie a look before leading him downstairs to leave you two alone. "i'm glad you made it" "yeah, i had to beg my mom to let me come, she doesn't trust jean"

eren blew air through his nose "nah i wouldn't trust him either" he watched you for a second. his eyes trailed over your body, admiring the way your top hugged you, and the shorts that showed off your slim dancer legs. you were somehow glowing, maybe it was something you were wearing. you smelled so good, like a mix of vanilla and strawberries. your hair was coily and down a little past your shoulders. your lips were outlined and glossy, god everything about you drew him in.

"you look good" he smiled, bottom lip between his teeth. "you do too" you sized him up, arms crossing.

"you wanna go get a drink or something?" he asked you. "sure, lead the way" you grinned.

he reached down to grab your hand, leading you downstairs. your heart beat a little bit faster, this is the most you've ever touched. you liked the feeling of your hand in his hand, it was a little bigger than yours and he had a ring on his middle finger. you watched the slight vein that peeked through under the watch on his wrist.

he reached both hands back behind him to lead you and weave through the crowd to the kitchen.

there were a few people in there, pouring shots and eating snacks. "what can i get you" he turned to look at you. "nothing too strong" was all you told him. he nod his head and grabbed a bottle of pink whitney "this more your speed?" he asked. "pink whitney does not fall under the category of 'nothing too strong'" you joked. "but sure" you said and he poured it in a shot glass.

he handed it to you and watched as you downed it in a few seconds. "you want another?" he asked you. "sure" you told him as he grabbed another shot glass for himself. "we'll do this one together" he poured the drink in the glasses.

he reached out for cheers as the two of you tapped the drinks on the table before shooting them back.

jean, connie, lana and armin joined you guys in the kitchen. they were currently passing around a blunt that jean had rolled. you noticed that eren was somehow even more touchy when he was high. you were sitting on one of the island stools while he sat next to you. his hand grazed your thigh, tracing random swirls over your skin with his fingers. he would rest his hand on the small of your back, stare you straight in the face while other people were talking.

as the night went on, you met with lana again before she dragged you into the crowd of people that were dancing in the living room. you wound up drinking more than you intended, solo cup on its second refill of tequila.

recently you've felt like you've been drowning in your day to day life. maybe tonight was a chance to drown in alcohol instead, letting it take over your body and let loose.

eren sat on the kitchen island with jean and watched from the kitchen counter for glimpses of you through the crowd. he watched how you whined your waist to the song playing. it was so interesting to see you like this, you're usually so laidback, he felt like he was seeing a new side of you.

he's watched you dance before, but this was different, your movements were more carefree, wild, and almost sensual.

somehow you made your way on the coffee table and the people around you began cheering as you danced. you were twisting your body and whirling your ass around. the crowd was now chanting your name.

as much as lana wanted to indulge in the fun, she knew if you sobered up and found out you did this, you'd be pissed at her for not stopping you.

she quickly ran over to eren "can you help me get y/n. she's on the coffee table dancing like crazy. can you come take her down? she's getting a little too drunk" lana told him. eren furrowed his eyebrows before nodding his head and following her.

he shoved through everyone to get to you, grabbing your legs and holding you in his arms by your thighs, taking you to the living room.

lana turned the kitchen stools around and eren sat you down on it. "how much did you even have to drink" eren chuckled. you giggled "not a lot-"

lana cut you off "way too much" you playfully shot your middle finger at her.

"alright so no more for you, time to sober up" eren rubbed the top of your head, grabbing the water he was drinking from earlier to hold it by your mouth.

"guess princess can get a little crazy too" jean laughed. "shut up" eren rolled his eyes. "you feeling okay?" he asked, bending his head to look at you. he put his hand on your shoulder and rubbed his thumb over your skin. "yeah i'm good" you smiled at him.

while you sobered up, eren and jean started a game of beer pong. you sat at the side of the table watching the game. soon - connie, lana, armin, mikasa, and marco joined the game.

right now it was connie vs armin and eren moved off to the side. you were watching them play until you looked up and saw eren staring back at you. he was leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

you weren't sure if it was the alcohol but his stare felt so intense. he didn't look away when your eyes met his, instead his lips twisted into a slight smirk that someone that wasn't staring right at him would've missed. you trained your gaze on his, waiting to see who would break first. the alcohol in your system was making you a lot bolder.

he smiled with teeth, placing his bottom lip between his lips. he nod his head towards the back door before slipping away from the group. you smiled as you watch him leave, getting the hint, but you decided to make him wait a minute or two.

you looked down at your phone to see a "you coming?" text from him. you tapped on lana's shoulder to tell her you'd be right back and she nod her head, telling you to be careful. you opened the door to the back patio - there were plants, a couch with a coffee table in front of it, and string lights decorating it. you were surprised no one was out here, it was so pretty.

it was a little cold but you braved it.

eren was sitting on the couch and smiled when he saw you come out. he had a joint in his hand and he was laid back in a manspread position. "you smoke?" you asked him. "nah, not often. you?" he took an inhale off it, blowing the smoke out through his mouth. "no, i never have" you admitted. "do you want to?" you nod your head "sure" and walked over to join him on the couch.

you sat next to him wrapping one leg under the other and leaning against the cushion.

eren moved closer and turned to face you put the blunt in front of you and instructed you on how to properly inhale it. "you ready?" his voice was low and his hand was held in front of your mouth, eyes not leaving yours. you nod your head and you wrapped your lips around it, trying to follow what he told you.

you felt the smoke go straight to the back of your throat and immediately coughed. you bent forward coughing as eren pat your back. you could hear him laughing though, "you okay?" he asked once you were done. "yeah" your voice was shaking. "wait lemme do it again" you reached for it. "are you sure" he chuckled. you nod your head and he gave it to you, throwing his arm around the back of the couch behind you.

once you were comfortable, you sat there for a while just talking and passing it to each other. you could feel yourself getting a little high, or at least what you thought it felt like. eren's arm that was around the couch was now blatantly on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing circles across it. the tension between you two could be cut with a knife, his low red eyes never leaving yours unless it was to look down at your lips.

you were now aware of how close you were sitting - your leg was laying against his, the other still underneath you, knee rubbing his thigh. his arm was basically around you and you were so close you could almost feel when he exhaled.

you weren't sure who leaned in first, all you knew was your lips were on his. he leaned over to put the blunt on the little tray in front of him. your lips pecked against each other until his hand behind you came to hold the side of your face, pressing his body against yours.

you put your leg across his lap and his hand came down to hold your inner thigh, just below your shorts. the kiss went from soft to sloppy and needy. you placed your hand at the side of his neck, pulling him closer. his tongue slid into your mouth and you jumped a little, pulling away. you looked back at him and he only stared back at you, eyes needy like if he doesn't kiss you again he'd starve.

you pressed your lips back against his and his hand on your thigh rose higher, almost touching your crotch. just as he did that, lana came through the door. you pushed yourself off him and jumped to your feet.

"oh! sorry to interrupt" she smirked. "but y/n we have to go now! my mom just called to ask where we were" she told you, tossing your jacket at tou. "o-okay i'll be right behind you" you said as she turned around to leave.

"um well i've gotta go now" you told him, all of a sudden feeling awkward. "damn okay then, i'll try not to miss you too much" he smirked. "yeah yeah, bye" before you walked away though, he grabbed your arm to spin you around. he held your waist and pulled you into another kiss.

"y/n let's go!" lana yelled from in the house. "bye" you giggled. "bye" he smiled at you. you turned to leave before bumping your hip into the table. you rubbed the spot and awkwardly smiled and waved at him as you turned to leave.

#nia writes ࿐#attack on titan #black reader #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x black reader #eren jaeger x reader #attack on titan characters #mikasa ackerman #jean kirstein #connie springer #armin arlert #attack on titan fanfic #eren jaeger fanfiction #eren jaeger smut

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glitterrosesnzz · 4 months ago

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control

listen ok i just really had to write an oc fic. ...also this was originally gonna be posted on valentines day dskfjsdlfjs

(also, little details that i couldn't figure out how to explicitly mention but are important context;

-> Rykka can't fully make his wings disappear, when he gets rid of the ones on his back, smaller wings appear by his ears.

-> vampire's fangs are sensitive in more ways than one)

okay now you can go forth into this lil fic

Rykka barely resisted letting out a tired groan as the gates to the mansion swung open just before he could drop the letter into the mailbox. He slid the letter back into his bag, clearly it was expected of him to yet again come inside and deliver it personally.

The door, as usual, opened as soon as he approached, seemingly on it's own. He walked into the mansion's entryway, sighing when he realized it was seemingly empty.

He stood there in silence for a moment longer-

And then vanished his wings just instants before a pair of fangs could sink into them.

"Oh, c'mon~. I was so close that time." A voice whined way too close to his ear, and Rykka took a half-step to the side, his smaller wings twitching.

"...Lottie." He greeted, turning to face her, "Stop playing games and take your damn mail."

"Boo, you're no fun." Lottie took the letter out of his extended hand and slid it down the front of her dress. Rykka for a moment wondered if there was a pocket there of if she was storing it through other means, but didn't really ponder it further as Lottie suddenly grabbed hold of his arm. "I'm hungry, Rykka."

"Not my problem." Rykka pulled his arm out of her grip, turning to leave.

He barely repressed a shiver as he felt a hand way too close to his neck- and then suddenly his hat was gone.

He spun back around to see Lottie standing there, innocent expression on her face, and her hands behind her back. Rykka held his hand out expectantly.

"Give it back."

"Only if you let me take a bite~."

"Lottie."

"Ugh, fine."

She handed his hat back to him, and Rykka raised an eyebrow, having expected it to take more than that. He put his hat back on his head, adjusting it-

Then whipped his hand out and placed his index finger and thumb against Lottie's teeth, applying pressure and preventing her from biting down on his shoulder.

"Would you quit it?" He hissed, "Stop trying to drink my blood. Even though I'm fallen, it'd still be too powerful for you to handle."

"Thas' a lie." Lottie said, ignoring the glare he leveled at her, "An' you 'now i-ihH'AEShhiu!!"

"Bless y- ew, ew ew ew-" Rykka pulled his hand away fast. "Gross-"

"It's your own fault for having your hand in the way."

"You could've kept control on it-"

"It's. Not exactly something one can- are you implying that you have perfect control over-"

"Yes. In case you've forgotten, I'm not some mortal, I'm a fallen angel, remember?"

"I certainly remember you falling into my garden." Lottie said, placing her hands on her hips.

"...Irrelevant." Rykka's wing twitched as he crossed his arms, "Just because I have a few allergies doesn't mean that I lack control."

"Really? Because you seemed pretty helpless back then." Lottie got closer to him, paying close attention to the way Rykka stiffened ever so slightly. "Hm... how about we make a bet?"

"...What kind of bet?"

"If you can keep your so called 'perfect control', then you win." Lottie said, "But if you can't, and I win... I get to drink your blood."

"...Ugh, fine." Rykka sighed, "Whatever gets me out of here faster."

"You act as though you don't enjoy my company~." Lottie laughed, and then grabbed hold of Rykka's wrist, dragging him over to nearby chair. "Sit down here for a moment- I'll be right back. Oh, and I will know if you attempt to leave, so don't even try."

~~~

"Is this position really necessary." Rykka deadpanned as Lottie adjusted her position on his lap.

"It's absolutely imperative, in fact." She said. Once she had found herself comfortable, she reached to the side table and grabbed the lavender she'd brought down with her-

Rykka's small wing smacked her hand the instant she brought the flower closer to his face, making her drop it.

At the very least, Rykka briefly looked just as shocked by his own actions as she was, before he schooled his face back into a more neutral expression.

"...Well." Lottie huffed, reaching out and lightly pinching his twitching wing. "That wasn't very nice-"

"Hh... hiH- nngh...."

"Oh?" Lottie paused for a moment, then pinched his wing a bit more forcefully, rubbing a little as well and paying close attention to the way his expression twisted. "Seems that maybe I didn't need the lavender after all~"

"L-Lottie-hH-hIHh-...hehH-"

"Though then again," Lottie let go of his wing, leaning over to pick the lavender up from the floor. "I did go through the effort of getting it in the first place, and it would be a shame not to use it..."

This time, Rykka's wings were to busy twitching to try and stop her from bringing the plant closer to him. She gently tapped it against his nose a few times, then starting brushing against the underside of his nose.

"HihHh... n-nn... hhEH- Hh..."

Lottie hummed, thinking as she kept swishing the lavender back and forth.

Then, after a few minutes of no change, she reached out and flicked Rykka's wing.

"HhiHH- H'Nqkt-shi!!" That did it. Lottie leaned back as Rykka jolted forwards with a stifled sneeze, followed by another. "Hh'Ntsh!"

"I win." Lottie tossed the lavender to the side, smirking. Then, with no warning, she surged forwards and bit into Rykka's wing.

"Ggh-! L-Lottie, w-hh...hIH- ...w-wait- hH'NKqshi!! 'NT-tt!! Hh-hAH'KqShiu!! Hh'Qshhu- 'Kshh!!" With her so close to him- well, Rykka really had no choice but to sneeze against her...

Lottie giggled a little as she pulled back, a bit of blood smudged on the corner of her mouth.

"Couldn't keep control of it, huh?"

#snz #snz fic #snz oc #my writing

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unfixablebabyyy · 1 year ago

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so i just read You and was obsessed w the perspective and also i just love getting a lil peak into dennis's brain so this is a something i wrote idk (also slightly inspired by that one meme of that anime girl lol)

(nsfw, minors DNI)

Dee's taste in... well, everything is absolutely abhorrent, but her taste in people is especially repugnant, which is why I can't fathom why such a striking creature would ever consider her a friend. What do you see in her? She's annoying and rude and abrasive, but you, you're none of those things. And I knew that the second I met you, but I had to be sure. So for the last week or so I've been doing a bit of research and it turns out, you really are just perfect- kind, smart, fun, absolutely stunning. Your only flaw lies in the fact that you're so incredibly naive. You leave your doors unlocked, your windows open, you always walk around the city with headphones on and your face in your phone. You're such an easy target. Don't you know how sick the world can be? But it's ok, it's not your fault- you're prey. Good thing I've got my eye on you. I'll protect you, even if it means you never go outside off leash again.

And now, as you sit across the bar from me, I can smell your perfume and I just want to drown in it, in you. You're half turned away, joking with Charlie as he throws darts, and from your side profile I can make out the tiny bumps of your nipples under your shirt. The past three nights you've come with Dee to the bar, you haven't worn a bra. You're clever, but not subtle. It's beyond cute. When you turn to me, I make sure my gaze lingers on your chest a second too long. I want you to know that I noticed.

"Hey!" I could never get tired of your voice. I need to know what it sounds like after a long night of crying.

"I.D., please."

You giggle. I've been carding you since the first night you came in, it's become a joke between us. Really, I just love reminding myself how young you are. When you hand it over, I brush my fingers against yours. I pretend to examine it and nod approvingly before handing it back. You grin, and this time, you brush your fingers against mine.

"Alright, what can I get you?"

You bite your lip, "Surprise me." Of course you want me to decide for you. I smile. I could surprise you. I could slip you something and we could have a night full of surprises. But not yet.

"You got it." And I know exactly what I'll make you- I saw the cranberry juice in your fridge and the vodka on your counter while doing my research. You were at work.

"Just don't make it too strong." Don't worry, I won't start making them strong until you're at least three in. Your eyes go wide as the song playing over the jukebox changes from some Dire Straits Mac had put on to Depeche Mode. "Personal Jesus". Kind of on the nose, but you won't notice.

"Oh my god I fucking love this song," you're so bubbly, and I know, I saw the album sitting on your record player. That's why I queued it up when Dee mentioned you'd be stopping by.

"I saw them when I was in middle school," don't forget, I'm old enough to be your daddy. I was in my twenties when you were born. You like that- I can tell by the way your cheeks get a little more pink.

"Ugh you're so lucky, I would love it if they toured again," I slide you your drink and smile.

"Well, if they do, I'll take you." Did your dad ever buy you concert tickets? I bet he did.

"Then it's a date," now you're really blushing, "or whatever." You're so sweet it's making me lightheaded. 'Or whatever'? So submissive. I imagine if I were to take a bite out of you I might get a toothache.

"It can be a date," of course it's a date. You bring your drink to your lips and sip and god I wish I could just reach over and taste you. You smile as you set it down.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think maybe you like me," Like you? Last night I was looking at custom dog bowls for the cage I'm going to put you in. I can't sleep at night without touching myself to the thought of cumming inside of you, marking you, making you mine. I don't like you, I want to cut you open and crawl inside of your ribs and hold your heart in my hands.

"You're adorable," I could rip you apart with my teeth. You cross your legs and readjust in your seat. Again, not subtle. I wonder just how wet you are. I mean Jesus Christ, all I have to do is look at you and I can practically hear that little lamb heart beating in your chest, and I can only wear this wool for so long. Sooner or later you're going to see the teeth and the claws. Maybe they'll scare you, maybe not. Either way, it won't matter when they're making you bleed, and judging by how red your face gets when I speak to you, I think you'll bleed easy. Bruise easy, too.

"Do you flirt with all of your sister's friends?" you're starting to get a little bolder. I lean in so that my face is inches from yours, like I have a secret. Your eyelashes flutter.

"No. Only you," I won't play your games, I want my intensity to bring you to your knees. The last couple of days have been fun- toying with you, making you wonder whether my charming smiles and compliments and gentle touches were platonic or not. But it's time to show you who's in charge. You bite your lip. I swear to god I can smell the pheromones on you.

It doesn't take me long to get you drunk enough to slip out the back door with me while everyone else argues over a game of pool. You really are such a lightweight. As the door swings shut behind us, I cup your little face in my hands and press my lips to yours. I don't want to. What I want to do is rip your clothes off and pull you to the ground and watch as the panic begins to rise when I slap my hand over your pretty mouth to muffle you. But that could be dangerous and I have to control myself. You kiss me back and slip your hands under my t-shirt where they roam across my chest, up my shoulders, down my back. It's giving me goosebumps and making it harder not to hurt you. I decide to test my limits. When I push you up against the rough brick exterior, I shove a little too hard and you yelp. But it only seems to make you want me more. So when I lean in to kiss you again, I bite down on your bottom lip, and you moan. Of course you're one of those girls. You love the abuse.

My hand finds your neck and you gasp even though I don't tighten my grip- I just want you to know I could- I want to. Someday I will- I'll choke you so hard and for so long you'll pass out, and then I'll smack your face until you wake up, just to do it again. I'll make you beg for the privilege of breathing. But not tonight. If I ever want to get to that point, I have to stay focused. Besides, just the feeling of my fingertips on your throat is turning you on- I can feel a wet patch forming on my knee where I shoved my leg between yours.

The heat of your body is making your perfume stronger and I feel like I'm going insane, like I'm on the verge of doing something depraved. You push your hand into the waistband of my jeans, then my boxers, and I can't help but growl when your fingers wrap around my cock. As you start pumping your hand up and down, I lose myself for a moment and dig my fingers into your neck. You whine, and when I release, I notice the dark red crescents my nails left on your soft skin.

It's best if I make my hands busy, so I work on the button of your pants as you continue to play with me. I groan into your neck as you squeeze me hard. Pretty soon I'm going to have to pin your wrists to the wall. When you do it again I bite your neck hard enough to serve as a warning and you quickly soften your grip as your jeans inch down just enough. Good girl.

You shiver as the night air breathes down the alley. I can feel your pulse in your cunt as I touch you over your panties. You're so pathetic, you easy little whore. I haven't even bought you dinner and you're already about to let me fuck you stupid next to a dumpster behind my bar. But I won't. I'm gonna make you beg for it. I want you to be so achy and needy for my cock you'll let me do anything to you. I can't fuck you tonight, you haven't earned it.

I sigh and retract my hand. "You're drunk," I press my lips into the crook of your neck and practically feel you deflate against the wall. "Why don't I take you home?"

"Oh," your voice is so sweet and soft, "ok."

I pull away and brush a loose strand of hair from your face before planting a kiss on your lips. Relax, angel. I'm not done with you. You pull your hand out of my pants and the absence almost hurts.

"My car's just down the street, I'll tell Dee you got sick," I brush my thumb across your cheek and peck your forehead before snaking my arm around your waist and leading you down the alleyway. At the end, before we step onto the sidewalk, you stop.

"Did I do something?" Your eyes are so big.

"Consent is really important," I lie, "I just want you to feel safe with me," it'll be all the more enjoyable for me when you realize you're not. My answer seems to satisfy you.

When we get to my Range Rover, you raise an eyebrow, "Nice car."

"Thanks, Frank bought it for me when I got into Penn," it doesn't matter if it's true, now you think I know how to take care of something for a long time. I've established my ability to commit.

"Jesus, isn't that Ivy League?" And just like that, you see that I belong to an elite community of scholars.

"Yeah."

In the Range, you begin looking through my CD collection, pulling out albums you recognize, asking about ones you don't. You like old music, old cars, old men. You mention that your dad introduced you to Christopher Cross, so of course I slip it into the radio and skip to Sailing and tell you it's my favorite, which is true, but I happen to know it's yours, too.

I pretend to be lost and ask you where to go even though I've made the drive at least 20 times in the last week. When we get to your place, I park the car right outside of the familiar front doors and look up at your dark window.

"Are you sure you don't want to come in?" you spread your legs ever so slightly. So obvious.

"How about I cook you dinner tomorrow night," you'll act like a whore when I say, first I've got to teach you some manners.

"When?" you don't want to leave.

"I'll call you." Get out.

You step out onto the curb and wave.

"Goodnight," I say and you turn and head in. I don't leave until I know you're inside, safe. In fact, I don't really leave at all. I park the Range a block away and walk back. Your light is still off, but even in the darkness, I can see you up there. You really should close your curtains, especially when you're inside, naked and panting, humping your pillow like a bitch in heat.

#dennis reynolds #it's always sunny in philadelphia #dennis x reader

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mandiemegatron · 2 years ago

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𝔽𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕌𝕡 𝕄𝕪 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕦𝕡

Nsfw/nsft ficlet for @swampstew 💖👀

Eustass Kid x Y/N

𝟷𝟾+ 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢, 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 💖

Rough sex, fingering, name calling, Eustass being a bastard as always ✨️✨️✨️

A/N: I hope you enjoy Raven!! It was honestly super fun writing Kid so who knows, maybe I'll write him again in the future 👀 I hope this puts a cute lil grin on ur cute lil face ! ✨️✨️✨️✨️💖💖💖 he gon smooch it 😎

Enjoy!! 💋💋💋💋

"So when are we gunna fuck?"

You coughed on your drink, wide eyes looking up at the red-headed menace you called your friend. You knew you liked each other; the way his eyes always undressed you when he thought you didn't notice, or the way his laugh echoed inside your body like an addictive drug...

But never had he been so bold as to ask you something like that directly to your face.

"I uh, that's incredibly ballsy of you, Eustass."

The man grinned and barked out a laugh as his fleshy hand landed over his heart.

"Ugh, I love it when you say my name - you should definitely scream it for me later."

Your cheeks burned bright red, your eyes still wide as the words ran laps in your head over over. He had flirted with you before, but nothing to this extent.

"...Are you drunk?"

Your words pierced him, but he hid the pang of bitterness with an almost sneer as he replied with a bite,

"I don't need to be drunk to tell you I want to fuck you."

You were silent for a moment, eyes finally wandering his body until they landed back on his face. His eyes always told the truth, and he was not lying about this. One of your eyebrows ticked up, a small smirk washing over your lips as you finally replied,

"Well then, why don't you show me just how sober you are?"

It was a blur, the next few moments. He had picked you up so easily, throwing you over a shoulder as your surprised and dark red face met the few crew still awake and watching with amused expressions.

"Get 'er, Captain, you fuckin' dog!" Someone cheered out, your face burning worse as Kid's metal hand came up to slap you on the ass, hard enough to pull a sound from you.

He gave a rumbling chuckle before quite literally barking out,

"Woof."

He literally kicked the door open down to the rooms, his long legs taking every two steps as you bounced on his shoulder. Your hands were firm against his back to try and minimize the shock but it wasn't doing much, a deep frown etched into your face as you bit back pained grunts.

When he finally hit the last step, he made quick work to get to his room, throwing the door open and tossing you roughly onto his bed. Your back hit the mattress and your breath left you, having to struggle to take a breath for a moment. You gave him a low glare when you finally caught it, slowly sitting up as your gaze changed as he ripped off his clothes, staring you down with hungry eyes.

"Good God," you murmured out, your eyes widening as you took him in in all his shamelessness. Your face burned terribly when your lower peripheral caught his lower region a little too well, trying very hard not to actually look further down.

"Careful princess, you keep looking at me like that and I'll ruin you."

Your eyes snapped up to his and your entire body ached, his gaze eating you from the inside out; that stupid, shit eating grin he always wore plastered across his face.

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

The words left your mouth before your brain had even registered that you spoke, a sudden look of shock crossing your own face when he cackled loudly.

"Both, obviously."

The teasing tone sent a shiver up your spine, and before you could say anything in return, your back hit the mattress once more, your wrists locked in a metal and fleshy grasp pinned above your head. Sharp, red eyes met yours as his face came above yours, and you swore your heart stopped, the thrill of being under Kid and his gaze feeling almost overwhelming.

"So?"

Your eyes narrowed at his question.

"So... what?"

He rolled his eyes with a huff and snarked back with a twitch of his hips,

"SO, when are we gunna fuck? You never answered me."

Your annoyed look softed at his words, realizing the mighty Eustass Kid was asking for consent.

"And they say chivalry is dead," you joked with a laugh before moving your head up as much as you could, your nose just brushing against his as you grinned up at him.

"Just fuck me already, Eustass."

It was like a switch had turned on in him. His lips devoured yours, his metal hand overtaking both your hands in his one, his other hand making its way down to rip off your shirt and your skirt, a delighted sound leaving his throat as he realized you had a cute, thin red thong on.

You groaned in annoyance as he ripped those off, too.

You pulled away from the kiss to bite out,

"That was my favorite combo, you asshat! Do you know how much I spent on that fucking shirt?!"

His flesh hand grasped the bottom of your face harshly, pulling you back into a rough kiss, his tongue overtaking your mouth until he finally pulled away, leaving you breathless and moaning gently.

"Shut up, I'll buy you whatever the fuck you want later. I'll even help you out with your garbage style," he laughed out mockingly, his hand moving away from your face to travel back down to your now naked core. Your eyes rolled back as he shoved two digits in, giving you no time to get used to the intrusion as he immediately began thrusting into you. He had a snarking grin on his face as he watched yours, basking in how your body moved and begged for him.

"Yeah, just like that,"

His voice was suddenly so close, not realizing your eyes had shut as your hips ground against his hand. His breath tickled over your ear as he chuckled.

"I told you, I'm going to ruin you."

You whined as his fingers left you, his body slotting itself between your shaking legs. You gasped as he lined himself up, his tip already stretching you as he tested the waters. He groaned at how wet you were, feeling you pull him in as you rolled your hips onto him, his cock sliding in little by little until his hips finally met yours. You both stayed quiet for a moment, you both heavily breathing bring the only sound in the room. It was quiet enough that you could hear the party still continuing upstairs but neither of you paid it any mind.

The kiss he gave you was a little more gentle, still as demanding but more caring than hungry. He stared you down, almost as if waiting for you to say or do anything. When you tightened around him, his breath hitched and he chuckled lowly, biting down on your bottom lip hard enough to make your groan.

"Good girl."

His pace was intense, rough and almost painful if not for the incredible amount of extacy running through your entire body. Your fingers and palms ached under the metal grasp, your back arching into Kids chest as he fulfilled his promise and threat, his eyes falling shut as he bent his head to bite down on a breast, groaning around the flesh now covered in lipstick.

His grunts and groans made your stomach twist and heart flutter, a feeling of pride washing over you as you reveled in being the one to make him fall apart and lose control.

His lips suddenly met yours again for just a moment, his warm hand moving from gripping your hip to rub across your lips, barking out a laugh as he commented,

"You fucked up my makeup, slut. There's punishment for that."

Your eyes rolled back as his mouth met your throat, biting down every once in a while as he thrusted into you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. His name fell from your lips over and over, feeling his lips grin into your throat as he shifted his hips slightly, his tip hitting a spot you didn't even know existed. You saw stars and came hard, clenching around him to the point his hips faltered, your name tumbling from him like a prayer as he followed you, filling you with a burning warmth that just added to the overwhelming sensations Kid just put you through.

He finally lifted his head after a few minutes, his forehead resting against yours as you stared at each other. Your breath mingled for a moment before his bent a bit to capture your lips, his metal hand finally releasing your hands from its cage. Your hands went to his body and his hair, pulling him as close as possible as your legs wrapped around his waist.

"What took you so long?"

He pulled back enough to look down at you with a overly shocked face, almost angry at your words.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?!"

You laughed breathlessly, rolling your eyes mockingly as you replied,

"It means, what took you so long to ask to fuck me?"

He was quiet for a minute before replying honestly,

"I didn't think ya liked me like that. Didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

Your heart melted at how uncomfortable he himself looked, his eyes looking everywhere but you. You clenched around his somehow still semi hard cock and he grunted, glared down at you.

"Do I look uncomfortable? Because I can promise you that I'm not. In fact, I feel the safest I've ever felt."

His eyes softed slightly before he kissed you again, a cheeky grin on his face as he chuckled out,

"Aw, don't make me blush, princess."

In a flash, he pressed you back down to the mattress, his hips slowly beginning their assault once more. Your one hand tightened in his hair as his mouth met your neck once more, teeth grazing and nipping your flesh as you slowly fall apart under him once again.

"Eustass..."

"I hope you have no plans tomorrow, because we're going all... night... long..."

A/N: WEEEEEE !! wow that was SO much fun to write, what a snarky lil bastard !! I love him !! I spent about 2 and a half hours on this so if you saw any mistakes, no you did not ! 🥰💖

I hope you all enjoyed but I hope you enjoyed this the most @swampstew !!! I know it's not much but it's from the heart (and Kids bed lmaaoo 👀) so I hope it cheered you up just an ittle bittle! You're awesome, keep your chin up 💖✨️

Be good ! Love you my lil tangerines!🍊🍊🍊💋💋💋💋💋

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