#you made me so flipping soft and happy and you calmed my nerves

[jslittlebirdie]

My dear, beloved friend... You're seriously making my eyes wet while I'm on the train, gosh, I sighed so hard🥺😭💜💜 Your mission was successful, you made me soft and lovey-dovey for my husband. And I can never thank you enough. Actually, I'm on my way for my nerd self and self-shipping with Eddie (I'm screaming, I'm getting an autograph and photo tomorrow🥹), but because today is our proposal anniversary thingy, it also feels like I'm taking a little trip with J. I think we both complete us in a way, I'm so grateful to have him and I don't want to let go of him, ever. Ich liebe Jack. *sigh* I wish I could babble more. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, my dear friend😭💜💚

[echantedtoon]

Eclipsed Starshine (Yandere Kokushibo x Reader) Ch2 Sealed Vows

(Hey everyone. I just wanted to thank everyone who read this far and liked my story enough to read it to it's end. I had a lot of fun writing it and it makes me happy knowing some people loved it enough to read it fully. If you liked this consider checking out my other works. Thanks to everyone for reading this, faving it, or leaving a nice comment. And thank you to Koyoharu Gotouge for creating such wonderful characters and giving me the opportunity to make this wonderful story. Art not mine found on Pinterest.

Warnings for yandere themes and mentioned murder. This will be from Kokushibo's pov.

EDIT: I know it looks like Yn is coerced or kidnapped but she made the choice to go with Kokushibo. If she had chosen to stay he would've respected her space but still pursued her. It's vague but as said the relationship is not toxic and mutual.)

Church bells chimed in the morning.

Flowers. Soft petals. Meant for their beauty to symbolize the beauty of the bride.

Organ music. To match in chimes of the steps of the bride walking down the aisle.

An audience to shed tears of happiness for many happy moments to come from this union.

Smiles shown at one another in the joys of the moment.

A breath to fill her lungs trying not to cry as she smiled up at the man in front of her. The one she were going to marry and have a life with. But this moment couldn't wait. This magical moment after a year. Some say it was fast but she supposed it was called love at first sight for a reason.Or at least it was supposed to be. A wedding was nothing if a groom never had given up on the woman that grabbed him by the heart and refused to let him go whether she wanted to or not. Whether she knew or not. 

The softness of the cushion under her legs helped little to calm her nerves. Neither did the figure of the tall man next to her dressed in the traditional black attire for the ceremony. The smiles of the few guests in attendance also did little to comfort her pounding heart after being brought to this place. Everything happening so fast and too soon. Only to clutch her wrist and bring it up to his chest. The stare of six darkened eyes of love and obsession. A fine line between both melting into one unholy merge. He supposed she knew what would happen after that night when she awoken the next morning after that day-

Cold.

The bed felt colder when you awoken. The warmth she felt only came from the blanket that covered her body and the dim embers in the fireplace as her eyes slowly opened up. Delicate turquoise blinked awake at nothing before she realized that your back was cold. Twisting around, she flipped onto her back head turned but paused seeing that the other side of the futon was barren. Nothing but the cold air hitting her body. Her eyes blinked at the empty space before slowly sitting up.

"Kokushibo?"

A hand reached up to rub her face as she looked around your home. The sunlight cascaded down through the windows and lit up the entire place however not one trace of himself could be seen by her position.

"You are awake."

She nearly jumped out of her skin seeing the demon sitting right above her head. His stoic, calm aura was as unchanging as another other time they both interacted but there was something else added now. Something more..focused. More serious as the six eyes focused on her reminding her of how a cat would look at a mouse. It sent an involuntary shiver down her spine before she shook it off and smiled at him..

"You're still here. I thought you were going to leave as soon as day broke."

"Hardly. I have other business with you now."

Her head tilted in confusion. "You want me to make you more food before you go?"

"It's more serious than that." His head tilted. "I will be blunt and forward with you. You are to come back with me and become my wife."

There was silence. Nothing but then both staring at one another until she finally blinked.

"What?"

"You heard me," he bluntly stated making her hands drop the blanket in her hands. "Our union is already closed. All that is missing is the proper ceremony which we will have back home. We are leaving today."

"I- You- ...H-Hold on!" She held up your hands leaning away as he leaned forward. "Who said anything about m-marriage?!"

"I did and it will happen. We're in too deep now. We have obvious attraction to one another."

"B-But to jump straight into marriage?!"

"No. Not yet. You'll spend a year with my family as my fiancee before you and I will have the ceremony. That is how long it will take me to best this war."

Her eyes widened considerably. "You win the war?"

"Yes." His eyes became half lidded. "You'll be safe on the right side. Or I should specify the east."

Her brows furrowed. "East... Impossible. That province is under the control of the Tsugikuni Clan. Unless you're fighting for them, the province won't accept you."

"They already have and will continue to considering you are having a conversation with a member of that same clan." He watched as her face dropped and eyes widen in realization and possible horror. He supposed there was only a matter of time before she found out anyways.

"What-...Who ARE you?!"

"I go by many names. My enemies know me as Death. Strangers as Kokushibo. My men as their Lord. My family as Michikatsu Tsugikuni." Those beautiful turquoise eyes widened even more, especially when a hand reached out to tilt her chin back up to him, the feeling of his claws making her shiver under his careful grasp. "You as Husband. And our family as Father. I have favored you for quite a while now and I have decided that I dislike how these weaklings treat you. As my wife you'll be given the respect you deserve. As my lover, I'll fulfill any wish you want."

"....I don't-"

"These people have already figured out what I am and how you sheltered me." Although that was of his own doing making a show of that wretched old woman's home by completely destroying it by bare hands and claws in a fury. He had taken care of two nasty lose ends, he wouldn't forget about the third. He only spared the old wench because it was more satisfying to watch her break and morn over that ugly pig she spoiled and see the fear in her eyes with every destruction of his palms until the house was nothing but a dirty sarcophagus of the past karma. They looked at him in horror but he revealed in the way fear made them bend like a twig under his fingers. "They only do not approach for they fear of what I may do. As soon as I leave, they will surely seek their ire on you if you stay."

Her mouth worked out but no sound came out. No doubt stunned by the suddenly reality and dazed. 

"I trust you will make the smart decision."

The war had ended roughly a year after that. He was filled with more determination than before to end it knowing that he had a ceremony to host. His father's reaction was as expected. Disappointment at both of his sons marrying ones not from nobility. His brother a farm girl, and himself a candle carver. But he didn't care. For once in his entire life he did not care about his father's disappointment. He could take his anger with him to the grave, he more than made up for his disappointment by leading several bloody battles personally and ending so much of the enemies forces by hand alone. 

He EARNT this.

He DESERVED this.

He NEEDED this!!

That's why she chose him over staying. She needed him too. That's why she was here dressed in the finest silk shiromuku and sitting next to him patiently as the priest continued on with the rites of ceremony. 

"BAH!"

It was only briefly interrupted by one of his infants. The chubby young boy probably did not appreciate being held in one place for so long by his grandmother who quickly shushed the fussing three month old into being still again. It was a gift from whomever gods was watching him he supposed. He wasn't expecting the shock of finding out in a short amount of time he himself would be becoming a father, but he nearly passed out when not one but two children were born unexpectedly. He remembered the exact moment the doctor relayed to him the good news that he would become a father. After so many days of her being sick after being introduced to his family, Yoriichi suggested that Y/n should be looked over in case she was suffering from a cold. A good idea. With their mother's fragile health they couldn't risk it. However he wasn't expecting the results of the doctor's diagnosis. Yoriichi was there with him when it happened.

The impatient tapping of a claw against the wooden table was the only sounds filling the room as impatient eyes narrowed in growing annoyance and worry stared at the elderly woman closely examining his fiance carefully. Asking her question after question. If his brother wasn't there to restrain him he might've throttled her for an answer already.

"How long have you had these symptoms, My Lady? Throwing up every morning and having such a aches."

Y/n frowned more in concern. "Almost two months now. I'm really starting to get worried."

"I see...Let me ask you something. Have you ever carved anything food wise? Anything really strange such as sushi dipped in batter or apples with fish?"

Both brothers had looked at each other in confusion but her face had lit up in realization. "Yes! I've been doing exactly that!! Why?"

The elderly woman smiled widely. "Well then you're not sick at all my lady. You're merely experiencing the first hardships of your pregnancy."

The shock of the diagnosis left him going wide eyed and all breath leaving his body. As if his soul had left the confines of himself for a while leaving nothing but a numb empty husk. However his brother on the other hand-

"Pregnant?  As in my brother is going to be a father? And I am to be an uncle?? Oh how wonderful!" He smiled wider than he had in ages. "This is wonderful news! Truly our family is blessed after so much hard times have befallen us! Mother will be delighted when she learns about this! Won't she, Brother?"

THUD-

Yoriichi turned to find his brother unconscious and sprawled upon the floor.

....He shall NEVER speak of that moment again. 

Currently his smiling mother held one while his twin napped blissfully unaware of everything Yoriichi's arms. Both twins seemed to favor his mother and brother, tolerated his brother's wife, and absolutely refused to let his father hold them. As soon as their tiny eyes laid on their grandfather's faced they wailed and wouldn't stop fussing if he ever held them making his father give him scolding looks and telling him he'd have to start training them to stop that soon....He conveniently ignored him every time. The only thing he cares about is how happy his mother was with them and that was more important than making them tolerate his presence. He missed enough of their early life as it was during the pregnancy and first month. It was only by pure chance he was visiting the very day they were born. It has been an intense few hours of himself pacing the corridors with Yoriichi trying and failing to calm him and their mother patiently sitting by with a smile as his fiance was shut away with the finest doctors and midwives. Until his heart stopped when the screaming stopped, a baby wailed, and a little while later a midwife had come out of the room with a small blanketed bundle in her arms....he couldn't bring himself to move so the infant was given to his crying grandmother to hold. Which he didn't mind. She seemed in happy bliss holding her first grandchild in her arms. The boy was the spitting image of his mother with those big turquoise eyes that blinked at them as he sniffled. 

He was...tinier than he imagined. So chubby and watery eyes. So unlike him. But at the same time a deep pride of something he created was seated beneath the shock. 

"Oh he's just so precious," Akeno cooed expertly shushing the whimpering boy in her arms before looking at the smiling midwife. "But how's my daughter-in-law?"

The midwife smiled happily. "She's doing just fine. She's in a small rest before she births the second child."

His head SNAPPED to the midwife all six eyes wide. "SECOND?!"

"Yes! The doctor discovered that she's in fact having twins-"

THUD-

Yoriichi tried and failed to catch his brother before he again collapsed to the floor.

....He was NEVER speaking of that incident again either.

His hands squeezed hers tighter as she smiled at him from under the hood of the shiromuku. A smile that was his and his ALONE as he vowed to her.

"The gods may have brought you to me, but they won't take you away from me. I will deny them just like they've denied me. You're mine eternally." 

[magnolia-among-the-stars]

You Might Not Like Her [Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace]

A/N: This felt really personal for me as this month is PRIDE and it's my first summer out as a bisexual woman! I knew the minute I saw this prompt that this is the story I wanted to write and it made me happy to finally do my first female x female love interest imagine :) I hope you like it! Also, title of imagine is based on the song You Might Not Like Her by Maddie Zahm who is on TikTok - she's EVERYTHING.

Go stream that song if you haven't already.

PROMPT: Could you do #1: ' you sure you wanna do this? '' with Phoenix please:)

It goes without saying but I do not give permission for anyone to use my work or copy it somewhere else.

PLOT: Phoenix is finally introducing her girlfriend to the group.

You wiped your hand on your cute summer dress, a poor attempt to get the clamminess off your palms. Natasha watched your anxious tick once more from the corner of her eye and finally reached over from the driver seat to clasp her hand tightly to yours, resting it on the daisy floral pattern against your thigh. You took a deep sigh of relief, relaxing into her touch as you looked up with a sheepish smile.

“I’m nervous,” you murmured honestly as she stopped at the red light, interlacing your fingers as she took a glance in your direction. Her hair was down for once, a stark contrast to the tight bun she often swept it up into in the early mornings when she left bed. It framed her face delicately, brushing along her jawline as it felt. 

“I know baby,” she smiled back reassuringly. Natasha knew that things would be okay, she wouldn’t allow any of the guys in the class to meet you if she foresaw any negative energy. She knew that you still had a slight discomfort regarding your sexuality, with her as your first girlfriend. But Natasha deserved to show you off, her amazing partner, the person that kept her cool, calm and collected all the time. The reason she flew with such a precise nature up in the clouds. “They’re going to love you, I promise.” 

You relaxed into the material of the seat, letting the leather cool down your cheeks. Your tummy did a flip as she pulled into a free space in front of Penny’s house. Penny was hosting a BBQ for everyone, a change of pace from the familiar bar that the pilots had frequented to celebrate their safe coming home. When Phoenix arrived home from the stressful mission, she knew it was time to share you with her coworkers, her friends. Well, she knew the minute her plane landed safely back on the flight deck, nerves shot from the stress and the concern for Rooster. For Maverick. Natasha wouldn’t waste another minute not freely sharing the love of her life with the other love of her life. 

Bob already knew. Of course he did. She trusted Bob with her life, she had to with their shared metal coffin in the sky so one hard day after their comm systems were off and she was cruising them back to base - she blurted it out.

She watched from her mirror as Bob just nodded in understanding, eyes meeting hers and asking when he could meet her. That was the moment she knew Bob was better than the best of them. No questions, no confused looks. Just acceptance. 

So when she brought Bob back with her after they both had showered off the stench of their dogfight exercise and a messily fast text to you regarding the extra guest for dinner, she knew that this would be the trial test she needed. The two of you had gotten along swimmingly, you with your stories of the college you worked at and him, sharing stories of his travels in between missions - she knew you’d be a hit with the other boys. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked her once more as she closed your car door behind you, letting you intertwine your soft digits once more and clutching her bicep in your other hand for comfort. Natasha only stared deeply into your eyes with an intense look, leaning in slightly to catch your lips with hers. Her presence sent a calming wave across your chest and you stood a little straighter when you pulled away. 

“I’m more sure of this than anything in the world,” she replied, pressing a kiss to your nose.

You giggled slightly, shaking your head. “Well that can’t be right, I need you to be more sure about flying babe,” the comment made Natasha roll her eyes playfully, tugging you gently along as you made your way to the front door. You both took a small moment, but it was your small delicate hand that reached up to turn the knob and opened the door to a new group of people. She stepped forward, pulling you inside the cool room as AC buzzed in the window sills. 

Penny was first to notice the two of you squeeze through the foyer, smiling widely at your clasped embrace. She rushed forward with an introduction of her name and squeezed you both in a deep hug, Maverick not far behind. “So this must be the lucky lady I’ve heard so much about,” he beamed at his favorite cadet before holding his hand out for you to shake. You smiled shyly, shaking the man’s hand as you looked at your girlfriend. 

“Phoenix?” you heard from down the hallway, noticing Rooster with an unopened beer in hand. Confusion painted all over his facial features, as he took in your presence.

Natasha didn’t miss a beat, confidently pulling away from Maverick to put her hand around your waist. “Roost, come meet my girlfriend,” you glanced at each other, grins widening at her words as you stepped further into the house to meet the tall man, tanned and dressed in an ugly Hawaiian shirt. 

It wasn’t until you got outside to the backyard where the rest of the gang was that the air became electric. A blond man, assumingly from his good looks to be Hangman, caught your eye first and noticed Phoenix’s arm wrapped around you. He smirked slightly, though his brow quipped at the sight. Bob followed his gaze, jumping up in delight at your appearance. He called your name as he moved to hug you, wrapping you tightly in his arms with a warmth that made you smile. 

“Guys, this is Y/N,” Natasha announced, making you glance up at her with baited breath. “She’s my lovely girlfriend.” 

The men erupted in hoots and hollers, loud calls of delight echoing as they each came over to meet you and shake your hands. A few hours later, you were all sitting comfortably around a fire pit, roasting marshmallows and listening to stories of different adventures the group had been on. Hangman, gaze rarely leaving your site was beginning to become too much. You weren’t sure whether it was the surprise of Phoenix having a girlfriend or the fetishism that often had made you cautious of sharing your sexuality with men in your life.

“Is there something I can help you with Hangman?” you asked, voice cutting through Payback’s story as the group fell quiet. You shifted from your spot on Natasha’s lap, looking at him expectantly. His eyebrows rose and he cleared his throat before looking away at the moment. 

“Sorry,” he blurted, taking the group by surprise. Hangman apologizing? Not in his vocabulary.

“What’s your deal Bagman?” Natasha echoed your question, arms wrapping tightly around you in a protective nature as she pressed a few light kisses to the sun kissed skin of your shoulder blade. 

“I just,” he cleared his throat again, in discomfort. “I’ve never seen Phoenix as happy as she is with you by her side and I’m trying to understand why she kept you away for so long when you two look so happy.” His words brought a blush up on your cheeks as you glanced down at your lap. 

“Is Hangman getting soft on us?” Rooster asked, taking a drag from his beer before pulling his leg up to cross over his knee.

“Don’t ruin the moment,” Natasha tipped her beer appreciatively at the pilot, “It’s a nice moment.” You didn’t notice her mouthing thank you to Hangman but you did smile in his direction as Payback went back to telling his recounting of a mission that he went on overseas. You leaned back into your girlfriend’s arms, whispering I love yous as you settled into your spot in the family - feeling welcomed for the first time in a long time. 

[nanaoise08squad]

Winter date with Kyojuro

Author's note: a friend of mine posted a lovely picture of Kyojuro, all bundled up for the winter and waiting for someone in the snow. This gave me terrible brainrot to make a fluffy fic where you go on a first date with Kyojuro. I don't post to Tumblr a lot, so forgive the formatting and errors as its 2am and I lack the brain power to edit haha. Enjoy!

Of course the train would run late today if all days, he's probably standing out there freezing to death. what a way to start a first date

You grumbled to yourself as you crossed the road to the entrance of the park. Though it had snowed the night before, mercifully the sun was shining brightly today and the wind was calm. It was still cold enough, however, for guilt about your tardiness to weigh on your mind as you rushed to the meeting spot to find your date.

It didn't take long for you to find him among the snowy backdrop, his golden hair and brilliant smile greeting you warmly as you approached the observation deck of the lake.

"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting in the cold, of course the train just *had* to be delayed today" you laughed lightly, playing off the inconvenience and your nerves with a joke as he shook his head and walked to meet you halfway.

"It's no trouble, promise! I got your text, and it's actually not too bad out at all today!" He beamed, you could see that the tip of his nose was blushed red from the cold, nearly the same color as the cable knit scarf draped loosely around his neck. He seemed utterly unphased with the cold, his brown winter jacket unbuttoned as he made his way to greet you. Your stomach did a small flip as you both stood in an awkward silence for a moment, first date jitters taking over before he mercifully filled the silence. 

"There is a great coffee and tea stand on the other side of the lake, if you'd like we can take a walk around the trails for a bit and then grab something to drink? My treat of course" He smiled warmly, offering his arm to you as you nodded and hooked your arm with his. The sun felt nice across your face as you walked along the snow laden path, talking of the work week at first before going on one of many branching tangents. The scenery was picturesque, the lake itself seeming to shimmer as cristiline flurries of powderly snow danced over it's icy surface with the slight breeze. He excitedly pointed to the far bank, noting how it was beginning to thaw and his joy that spring would be coming soon. It seemed like no time had passed at all before you made it to the other side of the lake, a small clearing with benches and a few food vendors for visitors to peruse even in the wintertime. 

"Let's get you some coffee, or tea if you'd prefer. They actually have a good variety of both" He smiled, gently tapping the back of your hand with his as a look of worry passed over his face. He'd been so captivated by your beauty and so happy to see you again, he'd failed to notice your lack of gloves and a scarf. He was too busy getting lost in hearing about your latest book discovery and memorizing how you liked your eggs to think about how cold it was today. 

"Goodness, your hands are freezing, im so sorry for just now noticing you are without gloves and a scarf my dear" His brow furrowed lightly, acting strictly on instinct as he clasped both of his hands over your own and began rubbing them lightly. A rush of heat flooded your face, your cheeks flushing light pink as you stood stunned for a moment. In terms of physical contact, taking his arm to walk together was as close as you'd ventured so far. Now, both of his hands were clasped over your own as he tried to keep you warm. 

His hands are so warm and soft….and caring. He's so thoughtful and kind. I'm not upset in the slightest at this. In fact...he can keep holding them if he wants to

A moment passes before he realizes how bold he'd been, a small blush creeping across his cheeks as his grip on your hands loosened, allowing you to pull back if you wanted to. He'd acted on impulse, his only concern was to keep you warm without thinking of it possibly being too soon to hold your hand…or if you even wanted to. 

"I apologize, that was brash of me. I wanted to make sure you were warm and I should have asked-"

"It's ok, I'm uhm..thankful actually." You smile sweetly, not moving your hands from his but taking a small step closer. "The truth is,I did forget my gloves and scarf in a rush out the door today.I was...I was just so excited to see you again and it slipped my mind. And…i'm glad you are here to keep me warm." You said softly, the light blush in your cheeks intensifying as he smiled in a way that made your heart melt on the spot.The adoration in his eyes as he looked at you made you weak in the knees already, butterflies jumping in your stomach as he brought your hands up to his lips to blow his warm breath across your knuckles to heat up your hands. You could tell you were falling for him fast, replaying the way he said "dear" over and over on loop as you tried to play it cool. 

After all, You'd only met a few weeks before today. A mixup of your orders at your local coffee shop turned into friendly chit chat as you worked on your writings, quickly morphing into 6 drinks later and hours of effortless talking before either of you realized the shop was closing soon. You left that evening simply thinking about how wonderful it was to finally talk to someone as passionate about things as you were, only to start to kick yourself days later for not getting his number as you found that his smile and voice were never far from your mind. You denied it at first, a silly thing to have a crush on someone you talked to for a few hours. Yet, his laughter echoed through your mind and you found yourself hoping. Hoping that by some miracle that somehow, in this massive city, you'd waltz into that coffee shop and see him again.

You weren't prepared for the day it happened though, nerves hitting your stomach like a tidal wave as you saw him through the window. The tall blonde sat near the large window, the sun hitting his golden locks in an almost ethereal glow as he thumbed through a large novel. It took all your courage to walk into the shop and start to order, your body wanting simultaneously to run away and towards him. Your mind whirled on what you would say if he actually did talk to you again, torn between a casual nod and "Hi, how are you" on the way to your table. 

His focus on his novel was broken immediately as he recognized your voice across the small cafe, placing his book down and making a split second decision as his body moved on its own. Just as quickly as you'd turned to find a place to sit, Kyojuro was standing a short distance ahead of you. You smiled warmly, a bit of panic washing over you as you tried to figure out what to say. He reciprocated with the smile that you had been daydreaming about constantly before speaking."I know this is very sudden, but if you're not busy would you do me the honor of joining me for coffee and a date later?" He asked gently, thanking every god he knew that you'd agreed on both parts of his question and joined him for a snowy date in the park. 

A small hum rumbled in his chest as he brought your hands closer, stamping a small kiss along the back of your hand. "Shall we get something hot to keep your hands warm? I admit, i usually don't wear gloves or i'd give you mine. But, coffee should help for a bit at least." He cooed, gently releasing your hands. He lead you to an open bench at the edge of the clearing, the sun having long melted off the snow off of it as he sat you down. He took the scarf from around his neck, twirling it loosely around yours as he smiled. "please, wear this for now to keep warm and i'll be right back with our beverages. Caramel, 2 creamers and 2 sugars right?" He asked, hoping that his memory was correct on how you liked your coffee. 

"You remembered that?" You smiled, adjusting the scarf for a snugger fit.

"I did, you ordered the same thing every time you needed a refill as we talked at the shop. I wanted to memorize it. i'll be right back" He smiled brightly, nodding as he walked over to the food stand to get drinks. You nestled your face into the borrowed scarf, the scent of cinnamon and his cologne flooding your senses as you hummed contently to yourself. Your face almost hurt from smiling so wide, a giddy feeling overcoming you as you sat alone for a moment with your thoughts. Your eyes transfixed on watching his every move, smirking as he made small talk with the clerk and your stomach fluttering as his addictive laugh echoed through the courtyard. You wondered if he was feeling the same way, free falling head over heels for him by the moment with every little thing he did. You watched him in quiet adoration, making a little squeaking sound into the scarf as his gaze fixed back on you and he gave a little wave as he waited. 

"Here you are, it's still a little warm so i'd let it cool slightly" He smiled, handing you the coffee as he popped the lid from his beverage open. A spicy aroma clung in the air as steam rolled off the top of his cup, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he placed his hands around the warm coffee cup.

"Spiced Chai?" You inquired, taking the top off your own cofee to let it cool just a bit.

"Mhmm! it's my favorite blend of tea! I love all the different spices in it, especially cinnamon!" He confirmed, breathing in a bit of the aroma with a delighted hum. 

"It's actually my favorite too" You smiled, finding just another reason to fall in love with him as he smiled brightly. 

A small breeze passed throught the tree branches above you, sending a small silvery snow shower down upon you both as you chatted about tea preferences. 

"well, that's one way to cool them down a little quicker!" He chuckled, reaching over to tuck in your scarf a little closer. 

"all the same, are you staying warm enough?" He asked gently, his hand lingering on the long part of the scarf for a moment before meeting your eyes. 

"I am, thanks to you. I appreciate the coffee and lending me your scarf" You cooed gently, taking a small sip of your coffee. It wasn't nearly as good as what the cafe makes, but for vendor coffee it was exactly how you like it.  

"What about you though, aren't you cold at all?"

"Actually, it's very rare that i get cold. My body has always run on the warmer side, it's almost like i'm running a low grade fever most of the time. Doctor's have told me that it's not harming me, still it does worry the nurses every time" He laughed lightly, nodding as he took a sip of the spicy tea"

"See, I'm the complete opposite. I'm almost always cold but i hardly feel it on my skin. I've just become accustomed to it, I start to feel 'feverish' if hit 99.0, my body just tends to run cold" You explained as you walked and talked down the snowy path back towards the park entrance. Your free hands had naturally drifted towards holding the other as you walked, a smile permanently etched into your expression as you felt nothing short of joy in the moment. 

"Even if that's so, I'm sure you still feel cold sometimes" he mused, lacing his fingers within yours as he looked up at the pair of cardinals singing in the tree above. 

"I do….but luckily I have someone here to keep me warm today" your murmur softly, pressing yourself closer to his side as you noticed the tips of his ears flush crimson and his grip on your hand tightened just slightly.  

His gaze moved from watching the birds in the distance to take in the beautiful sight at his side. The setting sun bathed your features in a soft orange glow, the feeling of your body huddled close to his own making his heart race in a way he'd not felt in a very long time. He'd never thought about someone this much, from the moment he woke up to the last thought at night, you were always on his mind ever since that day. He wondered silently if you felt the same way, if the connection he felt so strongly was reciprocated and this could turn into the first of many many dates to come. He didn't want the sun to set, the dying of the light taking the warmth of the sun and your calming presence at his side along with it as he would have let you go. He couldn't let this be the end, he wanted so many more days like this with you.

 

Even just one more date…one more and I'd be the luckiest man on earth

"I'd be happy to be here to keep you warm not just for today, but any day you feel cold. I'd be happy to warm you up...i-if that would be agreeable" He ventured, an uncharacteristic bashfulness in his tone as you smiled widely. First date jitters were normal, but in the time you'd known him he seemed like he oozed confidence in every aspect of his life. You would have never guessed someone so forward as Kyojuro would be stuttering over his words, let alone asking you informally for a second date.

"I-I'm always cold so….you might be in for a lot of work to keep me warm" you laugh lightly, squeezing his hand as you cuddled closer to his arm and stepped onto the subway platform. 

"I'll gladly accept that position" he cooed, smiling sweetly as you both stopped in front of the kiosk to check the train times. 

7 minutes, that's enough time to say goodbye I think

"I suppose… that I should get going soon" you mutter softly, a twinge of pain in your tone as you begin to slowly pull away from his side.

"Would it be ok to call you later, to make sure you made it home ok?" He asked, fighting against the sudden urge to wrap you in his arms and not let go. 

"I would like that, I can text you when I get home." You smile sweetly, trying to prolong holding his hand as long as possible as the announcement indicated your train was coming in 5 minutes.

"This was…really really nice Kyojuro. I really enjoyed our time together, thank you for everything. I'll talk to you soon then?" You cooed gently,giving his hand another squeeze before starting to walk away. You were stopped as you realized his hand had not let go of your own. You turned back to face him, his eyes glinting with a spark of determination as his cheeks flushed bright red.

"I... have question for you" he said softly, closing the distance between you in an instant as his other hand cupped your face gently.Your heart thumped wildly in your chest as his amber eyes lock with yours, the warmth of his body permeating through his jacket as he smiled lovingly. 

He pauses for a moment, taking time to sense any hesitation within your stance as his thumb caressed lightly over your cheek. Any fear he had dissolved as you brought your hand up to cover his own cradling your face, passing your thumb over the back of his hand with a smile. 

"yes?"

"May I?" He whispered softly, his warm breath ghosting over your lips for a moment before you give him your answer in the best way you knew how.Your lips connected softly at first, gently testing the waters as your body ignited in a rush of sparks. His hand lets go of yours at his side, wrapping around the small of your back as he slowly deepened the kiss. The world stopped at that moment, all noise fading to the background as he held you close. The bitter cold wind felt like nothing against your skin, repelled by the warmth of his embrace and his kiss that set your soul on fire. You were bewitched instantly, so much so that it was only because he pulled away that you came back down to earth long enough to know why he stopped. Your train rattled into the station, its doors opening with small hiss to let passengers off and take you to your home.

"I can…walk you to the train car" He offered, the look on his face saying everything his tone did not. His head felt like it was still swimming, overcome by the intoxicating feeling of your lips against his own and the feeling of you in his arms. He didn't want to let you go, he wanted to spend the rest of his waking hours by your side if possible, but he knew that this was your train and you had to go.

"I..uhm..w-would you like to come home with me for a while? I don't have any dinner plans yet, but I can cook for us? I-if you have plans that's ok, it's Saturday after all and I know work keeps you busy and-" the words flew out of your mouth quicker than you knew what you were saying, seemingly desperate to prolong your time together as you wished you didn't have to leave his warm embrace again. His lips connected with yours mid sentence, dissolving all other thoughts you had in an instant as he pulled back and nodded "I would be honored to join you, please lead the way~" he smiled lovingly, squeezing your hand lightly as you both headed for the train uptown. 

[unluckyhoneybee]

Congratulations on reaching the 20th part of Mick's series!!

I think you should add a new part of them celebrating a milestone 😏🤭

Part 21. Best friends to lovers MASTERLIST.

Warning: +18, penetrative sex, oral sex (both). Some grammar mistakes, probably.

"Do you know what day is today?" Mick asked happily coming to the kitchen.

"Mmm. Saturday?"

"Check the calendar, babe"

You did, realizing then.

"Oh Mick! 21 years!"

You hugged him and he laughed, lifting you in his arms.

"21 years!"

Mick and you had been friends for 21 years now. A whole life.

"We should do something. I will book a nice restaurant for a dinner. Okay?"

You nodded and kissed him.

"I can't believe we have been together for so long" You said while walking with Mick's hand on yours. You had a wonderful dinner at your favourite restaurant. He had been so perfect the whole night.

"You say that every year!"

"I know, I know. It's just... Nobody has stuck in my life for this long and you know."

"Yeah..."

"I'm glad to have you. In every way I can do it"

He smiled and made you stop. He cupped then your cheeks and gave you the sweetest kiss.

"I love you so much" He whispered.

"I love you too, Mick. You are probably the best thing that ever happened to me"

"I think I could say the same"

You laughed and kissed him. The night felt dreamy and you couldn't wait to be back at home. You had a little surprise for him. A little surprise in the shape of lace lingerie.

When you finally made it home, his hands found your waist as you opened the door. He laughed a bit when you shivered and then kissed your shoulder, pressing his strong body to your back.

You let him in and kissed his lips, but didn't let him take it further than an innocent kiss.

"Wait here, okay?" With a tiny smile, you walked to the bedroom moving your hips with each step you took.

You got ready in the bedroom, getting yourself fresh, perfumed and half-naked. You were particularly happy with the set of lingerie. It was one of your favourites and you hardly used it. You looked amazing and you felt exactly like that. Plus, Mick only had eyes for you, you were his princess and it was as if nobody else existed if you were around.

"Mickey!"

You called him once you had gotten comfortable on the bed. Laying on your side and showing your figure, you waited for him.

Mick walked slow, trying to calm his nerves down and trying to guess what you had done. When he opened the door, you couldn't contain your smile. He was red, eyes opened wide and mouth agape.

"I-I put the kids to sleep" He muttered referring to Angie and the cats.

"That's really nice, honey. Now, come here" You reached your hand to him and he closed the door behind him. He was fast taking his shoes off and walking to you.

He almost jumped at you, letting his body cover yours and kissing you deeply.

You moaned on his mouth. The whole night you had been waiting for this. He had no right of being so good looking.

Between kisses, you were able to flip you and Mick over. Now it was him laying on the bed and you sitting on his hips.

"You look like a goddess." He whispered You smiled and kissed him.

"I wanted to make this special"

He caresses your sides and took his hands to your butt, giving a soft squeeze.

"This?"

"Our 21-year anniversary of being flesh and bone"

Mick laughed a bit.

"Happy anniversary"

You kissed him once again and pulled his lip with your teeth.

"Could you have imagined we would end up like this?" He whispered when you broke apart.

"Never"

"Even though everyone seemed to know it would happen"

You both laughed.

"Okay, come here"

You leaned and kissed his lips taking the opportunity to rut your hips against his. Both of you groaned at the pleasure. He was already hard. Between deep kisses, you were able to get rid of his shirt.

"You are so fucking perfect, Mick"

"Am I? Have you seen yourself honey?"

You smiled and ran your hands up his chest.

With slow kisses on his soft skin, you travelled down his neck to his abdomen, stopping to give his nipples some attention. When you reached the edge of his underwear, you looked at him. He had one arm behind his head and was looking at you.

"Go ahead, baby" He whispered.

You smiled and freed his member. You fought with his jeans to finally have him completely bare in front of you. He was fully hard and ready for you, so you took him in your mouth, no teasing today.

"Fuck, babe. I love your mouth"

You sucked the head and swirled your tongue around it.

"That's it. You are so good at this"

And then you took everything you could of him in your mouth and he let the most erotic moan out.

"I-I have been thinking about this the whole night" He whispered with closed eyes.

You kept moving your head up and down. You had tears in your eyes. Mick wasn't exactly small. But you loved how he felt on your tongue and how he looked like that.

"Okay babe, you need to stop. I don't want to cum just yet."

You smiled as you pulled away. He kissed you hard, licking into your mouth and pushing you to the mattress. He was now over you letting his delicious weight fall on your body and his member pressed against your clothed core. The kisses grew more passionate and hurried when he started moving.

"D-Do something, Mick"

"I love when you get so desperate. Tell me what you want"

"Your mouth. Make me come with your mouth." You said on his lips and looking at his eyes.

Mick kneeled between your legs ready to get you naked.

"This lingerie looks so fucking good on you, but I need it gone"

"Be my guest" You said out of breath. He undressed you fast and before noticing he had pressed your knees on your chest and was eating you out like a mad man.

"Mick, fuck" It was so intense and messy. He knew what you liked and showed it.

You didn't last too long. He got you undone in only a few minutes. You were a mess, with rapid breath and a flushed face. But it was worthy. Mick came back to your mouth when you were still whining in pleasure. He kissed you hard and let you taste yourself in his mouth.

"I want you to ride me. Can you do that, pretty girl?"

"Of course, I can" You said panting. Once again, you were the one in charge.

You put the condom on him and easily slide him inside, your previous orgasm making it so easy. Mick had closed his eyes and was breathing deeply.

"You feel so good, honey"

You kissed him before starting to move. It really felt good. The whole night you had been waiting for this, for feeling him inside you. With your head thrown back, you rode him just like you both loved it.

He looked like an angel. Head back on the pillow and mouth halfopen. Beautiful sounds of pleasure came out of it.

"I'm not gonna last long, Mick"

He sat then, helping you with your movements and playing with your nipples. He was sucking on them and adding enough pleasure to make you cum almost at the same time as him.

You both fell on the bed curled into each other and sharing some kisses.

When you had fully recovered, you got up in silence and went together to get cleaned. As you washed your teeth, he hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek.

"For 21 more years"

You turned your face to him and kissed his lips.

"And 21 more after those"

"I love you so much"

"I love you even more"

[kitscutie]

I'll love you, forever and always.

you and thomas found each other when you arrived at the facility, only kids, continuing to grow up together that close bond turned into love, when it's your turn to go into the maze you're not ready to let each other go just yet.

word count;

pairing; thomas x fem!reader

warnings; extremely angsty but a lil cute

A/N; this was originally part of my thomas story on wattpad (@/Sucker4Stiles) but I never got round to finishing that story so i did some work on it and posted it here! very happy to be back in my maze runner phase :p

Thomas' eyes felt frozen on you in front of him, the same girl that in a few hours he wouldn't be able to see anymore. You wouldn't even remember him but he longed to have your pretty face embedded in his mind before you went away.

The beaded bracelet you made him hung from his right hand, swinging softly with every tap of his feet. Though when you had fallen asleep Thomas had promised to join you, he still hadn't. The anxiety of what was to come flaring his nerves severely and therefore not letting his eyes rest.

The silence was suddenly broken by heavy breaths and metal clanking against the cement floors of a wicked room but what could also be seen as a cell.

Thomas lifted himself off of the small wooden stool he sat on and instead sat next to his lover on the bed. His hand softly stroked the stray hairs on your head back into a more orderly fashion onto the mattress beside you, quietly shushing you back into the slumber you so desperately needed.

"Thomas?" The words were mumbled followed by Thomas' frown. His full, real name was only ever used when you were upset or scared, which you were both right now.

"Right here darlin'." He softly replied, trying to keep you calm before you remembered what was about to happen. He knew deep down that you already did, information like that didn't just fade with sleep.

You flipped over onto your back, eyes staring into his lovingly, tears already present. "Thought they might've taken me already." Sadness radiated off of a usually bright and bubbly person like you, but there was nothing either of you could do.

"I wouldn't let them take you without saying goodbye sweetheart, you know this." He sweetly smiled, hand still carefully brushing the hair away from your face.

"Don't think they'd give you a choice my love." You smiled up at him, a contradiction to your eyes which were still filled by tears. You sighed letting one fall as you began to make a list of everything you would miss about him.

The sweet pet names had been something you and Thomas always indulged in, even if it came with plenty of mocking from the other boys in Group A. You never knew, nor did Thomas, if he was apart of group A, having been taken away for an 'assignment' most days of the week but you were optimistic, as was he.

You had always been confused as to why you were the only girl in their group, seeing as Group B was filled with girls, you heavily sympathized with Aris who was the only boy in said group. None of you knew why there were in groups in the first place. Passing it off as an attempt a organization, but it soon came clear when Nick then Alby, Ben George, Newt, Minho, Alfie, Winston, Jeff then Gally, shortly followed by a couple others, and now it was your own turn.

Your soft palm reached up to caress his cheek. Your eyes darted all over his face as if you were memorising every piece of it, although you didn't need to. Yet.

"Stop crying, I'll remember you." You chuckled. So naïve Thomas thought. It was a poor attempt at lightening the mood. Even if technically your words weren't true, it was still a nice thought. "I'm going to keep this on." He said bringing the bracelet into your view.

She gave him a small nod that didn't convey much feeling but reassured Thomas non the less that it was appreciated. Silence once again settled between you both as your fingers delicately played with each other. "I'm gonna miss you. So much."

Words mumbled and eyes glossing over.

"You'll be okay baby." He said sweetly, his own eyes matching yours. "You're brave, I know you are."

"Glad to know you think so." You smirked, even when your mood was down in the dumps he could make you smile. The abrupt noise of the door that led to the rooms slamming against the wall cut off his retort. Your face completely dropped and your eyes widened, tears quickly coming into view. "They're coming for me." You said, voice wavering and sounding mumbled.

"It's ok." He reassured you gently taking the blanket from on top of you and pulling you into his arms as you began to sob and shake. "It's ok, you're ok." He kept repeating like a prayer hoping that if he repeated himself enough times, it would become the truth.

Finally the door to your room swung open and your sobs turned into gasping as you tried to breath, cry and push yourself further back onto the bottom bunk all at once. Thomas' hands wrapped around your waist lightly pushing his lover towards the guards, attempting to make this easier for everyone.

"Tommy please, I love you." You choked out trying to reach for his hands, instead he pulled your face towards his own placing a final kiss to your lips before the guards got you and the room went quiet as the door shut behind them.

He heard you screaming his name as the guards retreated down the halls, dragging you with them. He couldn't help but feel betrayed by him for you, guilt swallowing him whole as he pulled your blanket over his face, smelling your sweet perfume still embedded in the fabric.

He only hoped to see you again, whether that was on the screens he observed every day, or in the flesh where he could embrace you and say how much he loved you.

"I love you too baby, forever and always." He spoke out into the empty room. Finally letting the tears fall.

[dabilove27]

Can we get like a small Drabble of reader and draken first time together in together?

Hello nonny! Thank you for you're request! I can't promise I'll always do requests but I did do this one!

It's a little bit more than 1K so sorry for that

Warnings: 18+MDNI, Vaginal sex, Fem!Reader, one use of babe (if I missed any please let me know!

Thank you to my love @lady-lunaaa for doing a read through for me! I love you!

Nerves jittered throughout Draken as he flitted throughout his loft. He had taken half of the day off to clean his train-wreck of a loft before your stay-in date tonight. Never before was he the kind of guy where everything had to be perfect, but when it came to you, it needed to be perfect. 

He does a quick check of the room. Bed made, clutter pushed away to unseen places, and the take out he ordered sitting on his old table. This was the first time you'd be seeing his space. It had been a few months since that first date under the stars, and every moment he had spent with you had been perfect. But it always hurt at the end of the dates when you would have to go home, and he would return to the quiet of his shop. He was hoping you'd spend the night tonight but wasn't going to push it if you said no. But he couldn't ignore the giddy feeling of possibly getting to be cuddled up next to you for the evening. God, he felt like a teenager again. You brought that joy back into his life that had been missing for so long.

A soft knock at the shop's back entrance startles him out of his daydream. He releases a deep breath before hurrying down the stairs to open the door for you. 

Draken's breath catches at the sight of you; it's always been insane to him how you could put on anything and look stunning. Especially today, you're dressed in a light-red t-shirt and tight black jeans, casual but still beautiful to him. He welcomes you in with a big hug and takes a moment to breathe in your scent, one that he wants to linger on his pillows after you leave. 

The date went off perfectly; the two of you talked about your week while filling yourself with the greasy takeout. Draken complains about a demanding customer he eventually had to escort out of the shop. After that, Draken gave you the "grand tour" of his loft. You showed genuine interest in his small space, and he couldn't help the swell of happiness built in his chest at your reaction. He wished this night would never end. That he could have you stay here forever. 

And so, with those thoughts filling his mind, he asks you to stay the night, the nerves and excitement causing his stomach to flip as he waits for your answer. You respond by letting him know all of your night items are at home, and he feels his heart plummet at the impending denial. But you surprise him and let him know that you'd be happy to stay if you can borrow his toothbrush and one of his shirts.  

Draken almost falls over himself as a surge of happiness goes through him. He rushes to his closet, pulls out an oversized black T-shirt, and tosses it to you. He waits impatiently, practically beside himself, as he hears your gentle rustles in the bathroom. His heart is pounding, but he can’t calm that giddy excitement rushing through him. 

When you step out of the bathroom, he has to stop his jaw from dropping like the first time he saw you. The shirt hits right in the middle of your upper thigh, and he feels his mouth start to water at the sight of you. In his clothing and about to climb into bed with him. 

"You ready for bed, Ken?" As you saunter your way to the beat-up mattress in the loft's corner, your voice is soft and sultry. You can't help but notice the bulge in his dark pants, straining to get free. 

Draken swallows and nods, pulling off his shirt to reveal his toned physique. He wants to be near you, can't stand the thought of even taking the time to get ready for bed in the bathroom, every moment he’s not touching you is agony. 

Wordlessly the two of you just know what will happen next as you hesitantly reach out to palm his erection. He doesn't stop you, he has to admit he's thought about you touching him from that very first night and imagined how amazing it would feel, how soft your hands would be.

Your hand trails up his stomach, following the dips of his abdominals and up to his chest. "You've had a rough day Ken. Let me help you out," your voice purrs as you wrap your arms around his neck, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

You trail light kisses along his defined jaw, and the movement causes trembles to run through him. He can't stand your teasing for longer as he captures your lips in a fierce kiss. The two of you only break apart so he can push down his pants and boxers. You gasp at his arousal, hard and heavy, pressing against your stomach. He's bigger than you imagined; you knew he would be large due to his size and height, but you can't hide the delighted shock from seeing him for the first time. Reaching down you grasp his manhood firmly before pumping it a few times. You aren't sure how, but the two of you find his mattress quickly, and it squeaks loudly under your weight.      

A little giggle escapes you at the sound, and Draken's face becomes immediately a shade redder. "I'm sorry, it's ancient," he says quietly, lust still heavy in his dark eyes.

"I think it's cute; it has character," you whisper softly with a small smile as you gaze into his eyes.   

That's all the encouragement Draken needs as his obsidian eyes devour you. You shudder at the pure sight of him, muscles and toned chest on display.

Quickly disrobing yourself, you pull the oversized shirt off. Draken watches your breasts fall at your movements in pure amazement, they were more beautiful than his imagination could have ever created. It was then he realized you weren't wearing underwear; you had come out of that damn bathroom completely bare under that shirt. The thought makes his mind hazy, and his blood thrum beneath his skin. He can't help but lick his lips at the sight of your naked body before him.

"Come here, babe," He huskily growls at you, and you obey, slowly approaching him.

Draken's large hands wrap around your waist as he roughly pulls you down into his lap. The slap of your ass meeting his thighs fills the room. 

You're already soaking wet by the time he enters you, slowly, letting you adjust to his cock as you lower yourself down onto it. You can’t help but cry out at the stretch in ecstasy; he fills you so deeply and fully.   

Slowly, you take all of him, and it almost feels like too much when he starts to grind himself up into you. But you can’t deny how good it feels when the tip of his cock kisses your cervix and how it hits that spongy spot deep inside of you just right. Every moment sends you further and further to blissful oblivion. 

Draken's hold on your waist is solid and firm as he guides you up and down his length as relishing in every little sound you give to him. 

"Fuck, you're beautiful. Taking me so well, love," His deep voice coos at you as he watches the way your breasts bounce with each thrust. 

Squeaks from the mattress below become louder as the two of you become more frantic to chase your orgasms, that tight coil begging to burst inside you. Draken's movements become quick and lose their rhythm as he feels your cunt tightening around him. And then that coil bursts, and you see white as you come down from your orgasm. Draken cums shortly after from the feeling of you milking his dick. 

Heavy pants fill the air as the two of you come down, and he gently moves out of you with a hiss. The two of you lay down next to each other as the mattress gives out a final squeak. And even though the sex was mindblowing for Draken, laying here in this quiet moment with you is where he wanted to stay forever.

[sweethyuka]

Mafia x Mafia

TaeGyu ship

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

This is… 😐 so cringey its 6 am and I haven’t slept 😈

Wc: 1.2k+

Smut warning 🥵

Tags: top Taehyun, mafia au, Beomgyu power bottom, violence, guns, enemies(?), no protection, choking, anal penetration, car quickie lol

@chaemoa

💕💕💕💕

💕💕💕💕

Beomgyu and Taehyun were sons of the two biggest mafia leaders in South Korea. These two groups couldn't really be called allies but they tried to keep peace for the sake of their families not being dragged into a war. They had enough sensibility to stay in this stalemate.

Beomgyu wasn't happy to see the 'ugly mug' in front of him as they spat insults at each other. But they had business. There had been multiple human trafficking cases in their surrounding jurisdictions. It had to be discussed.

"I don't like your accusing tone, Choi. What do you think my father would think of this??", Taehyun spat bitterly as he shot a harsh glare at the older.

"Aww, no 'Hyung' for me? And I didnt accuse you or your clan of anything. You know why were are here, we had to be sure.", Beomgyu's tone was teasing at first but gradually became more serious as they looked over the map marked in red, pinned onto the table between them.

"Boss! Incoming-", the handheld transceiver on the table cut out and Beomgyu looked toward the open warehouse door to see four sleek black vehicles screech to a stop outside.

Sighing in unison the two boys simultaneously grabbed their guns off the table and pushed it over to shield them as they prepared to defend themselves.

"Friends of yours?", Taehyun watched, annoyed as armed men poured from the vehicles and began shooting, taking a few of their men down. Beomgyu and Taehyun were irritated at working together but worked together nonetheless. Managing to take two of their men for every one of theirs.

Somehow, during the fighting, a masked man had made his way behind Beomgyu, pulling him into a headlock and put a gun to his head.

"Put your weapon down, Kang, or pretty boy here is a dead man.", the masked guy tensed his finger over the trigger of his weapon, his voice trembling under the gaze of Kang Taehyun. Being the god he is, with nerves of steel, Taehyun looked for a moment of hesitation in the man holding Beomgyu by his hair, gun pressed to his temple.

Beomgyu remained calm on the outside but he would be lying if he said he wasn't a little scared of death. Though he trusted the shithead in front of him, anyone might be phased once you press a loaded gun to their head.

Taehyun and Beomgyu both felt their blood pulsing hard through their veins in a rush of adrenaline. Slightly lowering his gun, Taehyun noticed the man turning the gun that was pointed toward him to take a shot. But Taehyun was faster, shooting the gun from the man's hand, giving Beomgyu an opening to flip the assailant over his shoulder and pull a knife from his boot, lodging it into his neck.

The two of them, hearts still pounding and breath ragged, ordered their men to clean up and find who sent them.

Still flooded with adrenaline Beomgyu grabbed Taehyun’s hand and dragged him out to his car with tinted windows, shoving him in the backseat before climbing in along with him.

"Yah! Choi! What the fuck are you doing?!", Taehyun snapped as he was shoved into the car. Immediately going silent once Beomgyu was on top of him, straddling his thighs. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, he messily smashed their lips together in a clash of tongues and teeth. Sucking more gently on each other’s lips, their tongues slid together sloppily. Soon rushing to grind their hips together desperately for some sort of friction, their hands grabbed and grasped everywhere over each other’s bodies.

Next thing he knew , Taehyun was watching Beomgyu tear his own pants off before sucking on two fingers, holding a lust-filled, half-lidded stare as he pulled them from his soft, plush, pink lips followed by a string of saliva. After reaching down to press the saliva-coated fingers inside himself, Beomgyu crashed his lips into Taehyun's all over again, even more desperately this time. Listening to Beomgyu’s soft whimpers against their kiss was making his pants tighten unbearably and a deep blush spread over his face as his heart thudded against his chest.

“F-fuck, Beom. You’re so…”, Taehyun couldn’t finish talking because Beomgyu was far from done with his lips, teeth clashing, adrenaline only growing. Finally pulling away, the dark-haired beauty took the same hand he stretched himself with and tugged at Taehyun’s belt. Panting breathlessly, he looked at the younger through his long, black lashes practically begging for permission.

Taehyun responded with a sense of urgency by reaching down to impatiently undo his belt and help Beomgyu pull out his hardened cock. The ravenette smirked and lick his lips through heavy pants, raising his hips over Taehyun’s and sliding down painfully slow on his cock, gasping at the delicious, stinging stretch.

“Hyung...mmm, you’re sucking me in so good”, Taehyun mumbled against the older’s pretty, swollen lips. His hands running all over the older’s body, he slipped underneath his shirt and settling on Beomgyu’s waist.

Beomgyu let out a soft gasp at the name that he’d never heard leave the younger’s mouth accompanied by such a hungry, needy touch.

“Tyun, fucking hell, I didn’t know you had such a big dumb cock.”, he tried to smirk but the pressure against his prostate was making his head whir. It pressed against everything inside of him, hitting deeply in a way he’d never felt before.

“You’ve got such a dirty mouth, Hyung”, Taehyun chuckled, sighing at the tight warmth around his cock.

“Shut the fuck up” Beomgyu slammed his lips against Taehyun’s again, feverishly, one of his hands working around his throat, squeezing until Taehyun’s dark, doe eyes rolled back, his head buzzing. Beomgyu’s other hand gripped tightly on the inner door of the car helping him stay steady as he fucked himself on Taehyun’s cock.

Soon both were drunk on a dizzying pleasure, not even kissing anymore. Their foreheads pressed together and moans mixing as they leave their mouths. Locked in a lust-filled gaze as the ravenette bounced on the silver-haired boy’s dick. There were no more snarky comments, only sounds of Beomgyu’s ass slapping down against Taehyun’s slightly exposed thighs and breathless moans filling the space as the car visibly shook.

“Gyu… I’m close!” Taehyun’s gasped lightly followed by a drawn-out groan as Beomgyu rolled his hips faster on his cock with a heavy friction.

“Almost there…don’t cum yet.”, he pull Taehyun’s bottom lip lightly with his teeth earning a soft whine and whimper since the younger wanted so badly to release. The mind-numbing feeling was threatening to break through him any second.

“I can’t-“

“Shit! Okay… cum now! Cum inside of me!”, Beomgyu moaned out loudly when he felt Taehyun thrusting his hips up, unloading deep inside him, the younger groaning, thighs trembling. Beomgyu brought his hand that was on the door of the car to give a few tugs at his neglected cock before cumming into his hand with a shudder.

Taehyun’s head fell against Beomgyu’s chest with a fucked out expression while they both tried to catch their breath, coming down from their orgasms.

“H-hyung…” Taehyun chuckled softly, lifting his head to brush his nose against the older’s, “what the fuck”.

“We're not done, badboy. Take me back to your place.”

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[janshu]

Inu!Bakugo...for @ultimate-astridwriting's Hybrid collab!

Summary: My part of the hybrid collab. I had so much fun writing an angry Pomeranian Bakugo. 10/10 would do again. I'm not completely happy with it but who ever is? I'm still proud of myself!

Word count: 2.2k.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Bakugo being an ass, sexual content, somnophilia, collars, choking, humping, creampie, name calling (bitch, slut, whore etc.), use of the word cunt.

You sigh as you rummage around in your pocket to produce the key to your home. After a long day's work all you want to do is get some dinner, take a bath and go to bed but none of those things would be possible would they?

No, not after the spur of the moment decision to adopt a hybrid of all things. The week earlier was one of torrential downpours and near freezing temperatures, the roads making a slushy substance of half-melted ice and salt to prevent the very thing it was being mixed in with. People stayed indoors the best they could when they weren't at work but life had to shit on you and make your car breakdown in the parking garage. Umbrella rested on your shoulder, rain boots on your feet with your spare in your bag and you trudged through cold, mushy hell back home. The streets were barren as a Walmart on a weekday at 4am, no life passing by you until you crossed an alley between two businesses. A pathetic whimper had caught your attention and your gaze drifted down to a soaked cardboard box. What was in that box you weren't sure if you should curse or love. A hybrid.

Narrow red eyes stared at you in suspicion, fangs bared at you but the creature didn't make any attempts to nip at your fingers when they neared to ruffle the spikey head of hair. The hybrid had leaned into your touch before recoiling away as if you had smacked him. The black and orange collar had seen better days, the charm that dangled on the hollow of his neck read "Dynamite" but he didn't give any indication that was his name when you repeated it outloud. He was barely dressed in anything, a thin t-shirt, shorts with ragged Converse that had more holes than Swiss cheese. Truthfully he looked a few days away from starvation and how could you keep that on your conscience if you left him there? After laying your warm coat over his shoulders you somehow, someway, managed to get him back to your place. Everything went downhill from there in the blink of an eye.

The weak puppy persona was gone the moment warm food settled in his belly and within the hour he acted as if you had crowned him king of the house. Beginning his rambles of curses, demands and biting at your fingers. The worst of it happened when you tried to take his collar off for a new one, one that wasn't frayed and barely hanging on. "Katsuki" as he spat out his name with enough venom to put a Black Mamba to shame had flipped over a coffee table, ripped up every couch cushion and went so far to chew on the linoleum on the kitchen floor.

No doubt you'd be greeted with the same sight as always. Messy, dirty, unknown stains everywhere and dishes still in the sink waiting to be moved to the washer. Maybe if he wasn't such a loud ass you could train him but your frazzled nerves were at their wits end. You didn't know what to do, you were about to throw in the towel and put him up for adoption. Yep, you were disappointed to be proven right. Katsuki reclining on the couch lengthwise, remote in his hand with the most bored expression on his face while idly flipping through channels.

"Fucking finally, you're home! I've been waitin' for fucking hours for your ass to get back! I'm hungry, get your shitty ass in the kitchen and make dinner." He barked. Barely giving you any time to hang up your coat and slip off your shoes before his orders began.

"Katsuki...I can't, not tonight." Could your voice portray anymore pleading? Apparently not because he didn't seem to notice, or care.

The fluffy ear at the top of his head only flicked in response, the top lip curling into his signature snarl. "Then what the fuck are you good for? Get your fucking ass in that god damn kitchen and fucking make dinner already."

All that you were good for? All that you were good for? How dare he! He's been freeloading off you for a week now without so much as a thanks for saving him from the streets, feeding him, clothing him, keeping him warm and dealing with his bullshit and this is how he repays you?

"I've fucking had it with you!" Your voice rose higher than you meant to but at this point you didn't care, a line had been crossed. "You fucking sit there and ruin my shit and yet I'm the useless one? I have half a mind to kick you out! You can make your own fucking dinner, I've had it! I'm done! I can't take this anymore!"

Despite not having any clunky shoes on your feet still managed to resonate in the small living room while you stormed past the couch. You had expected anything, anything at all. A slap, a punch, a groan, literally anything but you were met with only silence and that somehow pissed out off even more. How could silence be so infuriating?! You didn't even notice the terror that washed over his face as you screamed at him or the way his chest heaved with the sob or how he trembled underneath your wrathful gaze as you walked away. The bedroom door slamming made short work of that.

"Fuck I'm such an ass.." You mused to yourself already regretting blowing up at him but what would an apology do that wasn't already broken? So better yet why not send yourself to bed without dinner as some kind of punishment? He'd linger at the doorway to the kitchen, staring at you with those intense eyes if you made dinner anyways so why let him win? He could his own shit for fucks sake!

After a quick shower to dethaw your bones and warm up what was left of your dead soul the softness of your pajamas helped ease the guilt gnawing away like a puppy on its first bone. Laying in bed until sleep eventually overcame you and when he knew it was safe to slip in and sneak over towards your bedside.

Rustling was what woke you. The rustling of clothes and the jingle of something metallic in the darkness of the bedroom. Whatever grogginess you normally suffered when waking up was vanishing the more details were dissected and understood by your half-asleep brain, a process that took an embarrassingly long time. Clothes rustling, the bedsheets moving, heavy pants and something incredibly warm nudging up against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Naturally your brain assumed the worst and your eyelids flew open to show nothing; at first. As your eyes adjusted to the pitch black room they found the blazing stare of those vermillion eyes, the bared fangs that belonged to your hybrid.

What the hell was Katsuki doing on top of you?

Noticing that you were awake the snarl turned into a smirk as he huffed, his large chest expanding with each desperate pant. Why did your folds feel so good just as you were waking up?

"Feel that?" How could you not? The feel of a scorching cock bumping up your folds and sensitive clit, wet from the pre leaking from the tip. There was so much of it from what you could feel, too sticky to be your own. His hips had yet to cease moving, no word from your shocked form to still his rutting hips.

"W-what the hell are you doing?" Was the most logical question your brain could come up with in the moment.

"Humping...fucking dumbass." His warm breath created goosebumps on your cool skin, his head must've been so close to yours by the hair tickling your forehead. "Tryin'ta...help ya. Shitty woman.."

"Help? How the fuck is this helping?"

"You've been working so hard so I thought maybe...a good fuck would calm ya down, relax ya." Katsuki's voice was so desperate, so needy, the humping of his cock on your labia increasing.

He was trying to help? He was going to fuck the frustration out of you? Is that was he was offering? Having sex with a hybrid was common enough to not be considered taboo but you couldn't help but feel he was trying to worm his way into your good graces. Unless your words had struck some kind of cord with him. "Okay, alright, I'll let you help."

"Fuck yeah!"

With that the head of his cock nudged against your cunt, already spread and waiting for him. How long had he been doing this for? The burn of the stretch was delicious, he was just big enough to fill you up but not hurt. Settling right up to kiss the tip of your cervix when he bottomed out. His hands grip at your thigh and hip, pulling his back to slam his cock right back into you. Over and over, over and over, over and over. Practically using you as a fleshlight to get himself off but damn if it didn't feel good, him bouncing you on his cock so roughly each thrust was sending the headboard against the wall.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck, Katsuki!" Your hands pat around and eventually find his biceps and you cling on for dear life, your nails digging crescent shaped markings into his skin.

"Yeah, yeah...you like this form of stress relief, don'tcha you dirty slut?" Undoing the collar around his neck the frayed cloth of the strap is tied around your neck, the buckle clamping down tightly to constrict your airflow while two fingers slip under it to pull and tug. "You're my dirty fucking slut! Mine...mine...mine...mine, fucking mine!"

Your fingers trailed down the tiny amount of space between your bodies down to the precious, neglected nub between your legs. Barely able to wiggle your index and middle finger down there from the rabid fucking you were receiving to circle the bundle of nerves and send yourself over the edge. Each clap of your thighs smacking against each other forcing your hate for his behavior ebbing away. If he was going to act like this all the time how could you kick him out?

"F-fuck! Gonna cum...fucking cum..cum for me. Cum with me!" Katsuki snarled as the pressure around your throat increased. Your hand was smacked away from your clit and was replaced with the large pad of his thumb, frantic circles sending your body into a writhing mess of flails and kicks.

The orgasm that had been steadily building from your ministrations had been ripped away and replaced with one quickly approaching to push you over the edge. The white hot pleasure-coil that formed underneath your belly button snapped and all of it coursed through your system in one go. Paralyzing your body for a split second as you squirted all over the hybrids cock, his still rubbing hand sending the liquid everywhere. Coating his thighs, your thighs and the bed underneath you.

"Fucking fuck! Such a whore, such a dirty girl for me! Oh my fucking g-god!" One last slam of his hips and his own body stilled, burying his cock deep inside your cunt to shoot his cum deep in your womb. He stuttered before his body collapsed on top of you, suffocating you in his sweaty muscles.

Bathing in the afterglow, coming down from your high you could've sworn you heard something. Mumbling, soft mumbling too indistinct to understand. Katsuki's head laying on your shoulder, his nose brushing along your collarbone and was he laying kisses here and there? No, you must've been seeing things. Still buried to the hilt he turned his head to speak, his fluffy ears perked and his tail gently swishing behind him. The sudden light from your phone illuminated the room, casting light on Katsuki's face and the sight made your breath hitch in your throat. Clearly he had been crying. Tear stains streaked down his cheeks, brows knitted together and the same lost look he had plastered on his face appeared again.

"Please, please don't kick me out. I'll do anything, please...please don't abandon me. Not again." His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he hid his face in your neck. Voice breaking, shoulders trembling, the verge of crying all over again quickly approaching.

Your heart broke and you returned the favor by hugging him around the shoulders, a hand carding through his hair to soothe him. Had he been abandoned? Did his previous owners not like him? Was all his aggressiveness some kind of defense mechanism? Was he giving you a reason to kick him out to keep himself from experiencing that kind of pain again? Oh, poor baby. "Never again...just don't destroy things anymore, okay? Help me around the place a little more will ya?"

"Yes." Katsuki snuggled on top of you. Finally believing he had a real home with you, a place where he could belong. "....Master."

[mrpenguinpants]

Xiao: First Kiss HCs

I’m so sorry it took me actually forever to reply to you. But I really hope you like this and it was somewhat worth the wait;; I tried really hard but ty for liking my Xiao content and yes! Let’s be absolute trash for Xiao. In this house we only believe in Xiao supremacy 💕💕

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Semi Part 1: Friendship

Semi Part 2: Falling in Love

Semi Part 3: Cuddles

Semi Part 4: Protective

Semi Part 5: Affection

Semi Part 6: Jealously

Semi Part 8: Opposites Attract

Semi Part 9:  String of Fate [Soulmate] HCs

Semi Part 10:  [ Fainting ]

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Childe Ver: First Kiss HCs

Venti & Kaeya: Mistletoe HCs

Venti, Xingqiu, and Razor: Kissing HCs

Considering how many more Xiao fics I need to write. This semi part link might not be a good idea lol. Also let’s ignore if I wrote in a kiss in a previous post haha.

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Xiao: First Kiss HCs

When you and Xiao first got together. It was a slow and steady process of learning each other boundaries and what felt comfortable. Xiao knew he was a difficult partner but you loved him and even becoming his friend was a slow and worthwhile adventure. It started off small leading from small handholding, to cuddling, to showing each other affection. But the one area that you both weren’t familiar in was kisses. He was an isolated adepti and you were an adventurer. You didn’t have any experience in being kissed and Xiao sure as hell didn’t either. Plus it was a lot more intimate and nerve wracking compared to holding hands and that was an hard hill to tackle in itself.

You didn’t mind that he wasn’t comfortable with initiating affection or never went in or talked about kisses. You were just happy that he was by your side and that your love was reciprocated. That he was comfortable in your presence and seemed content in your arms. It still made you a bit giddy when you reflected on how far you both came and that was enough for you. Xiao, on the other hand, couldn’t exactly say the same. While he was happy and he was content, he couldn’t help but feel that maybe your relationship was too one-sided? He knew that you were comfortable and okay with waiting for him to work out his issues and figuring out how to love again but he also really wanted to do more. He just wasn’t sure how to start.

It suddenly dawned on him one day when he saw you off on your next journey, that he had never really kissed you. Even a small goodbye kiss. It was usually you initiating affection or giving words of love and you always told him that it didn’t matter if he said it or not. His actions said more which always made him flush a bit. But on slow and quiet days where you were off on another adventure and Liyue was calm, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to you. To your face, your bright eyes that would light up whenever you talked about the interesting sights you saw on your journey, the curve of your nose whenever he tapped it when you started to ramble on to much, your lips and how they would spread into a soft smile when it was just the two of you.

Xiao quickly flipped himself up into a sitting position and groaned into his hands. What was happening to him? He needed to take a walk to clear his mind again. He’s been going out a lot since he met you. He had faced an army of demons and fought in a war and yet this felt like the hardest challenge of his entire thousand year long life. He could almost hear Guizhong’s laughter at his predicament and her words of wisdom saying to take whatever problem he had and face it head on. Just without his spear. The spear needs to stay home.

So the next time you visited Wangshu Inn he asked for you to close your eyes. You complied but you were surprised, sitting by the railing facing Liyue up on the balcony. Was he going to gift you something? This was the first time he asked you to close your eyes but you trusted him. You could almost feel the anxiety waving off Xiao so you kept quiet and patient and waited for him to be ready.

He was ready. He could do this. You weren’t even looking at him so what was there to be worried about? He slowly leaned in, just hovering above your lips. But then he leaned back a bit, flushing red. He nearly chewed his lip before stopping since you probably didn’t want to taste blood. It wasn’t that he wasn’t ready or he thought that you would hate it, he was just nervous in messing up. What if his accidently transformed? What if he accidently pushed you off the railing? Even worse, what if someone showed up and saw you both like this?

Turns out he didn’t need to worry. Somewhat. Zhongli, who Xiao knew now was actually Rex Lapis in disguise, made a sudden appearance behind him. The whiplash of suddenly seeing his Master, the nervous butterfly’s fluttering in his stomach, and pep talk Xiao was trying to pound into his mind made him suddenly lurch forward and kiss you deeply. A bit too deeply as his little fangs nipped at your bottom lip.

“Zhongli!?”

“Rex Lapis?!”

You both quickly broke apart as your eyes flew open when you heard the man but also surprise at the sudden but, not completely unpleasant, pain and pressure on your lips. You could almost see the soul leave Xiao’s body when he spun around to see the surprised Zhongli. It was silent for a moment, all three of you just staring at each other. You were still processing what the hell just happened, Xiao was trying to find a way to astral project, and Zhongli was computing the fact that yes, the ever grumpy and “don’t touch me” yaksha both had a lover and was in the middle of...courting.

“Oh. My apologies. I wasn’t aware you were both occupied. I shall take my leave and visit another day then.” Zhongli simply nodded and left before you or Xiao could say anything. You both stared at the empty figure of where Zhongli was before you started to burst into laughter at the situation. You really felt bad, you did honestly, but with all the overwhelming emotions you couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m...sorry. I didn’t know he was going to visit today,” Xiao muttered as he pressed his hand into his face and groaned at the embarrassing moment. You could see the tips of his ears were getting redder by the second which made you chuckle. For such a fearsome Yaksha he was really cute sometimes.

“It’s okay Xiao. I don’t mind. But are you alright?” you stifled the last of your giggles and reached out to pull him closer and remove his hand from his red face before cupping his cheek. He huffed but leaned into your hand. He really was sometimes like a cat.

“Are you hurt? Was I...too forward?” Xiao asked but he still wouldn’t look you in the eye. The floor was very interesting this afternoon. Wood was nice. Wood was good.

“No! It was...nice,” you answered, starting to go a bit pink yourself now before you felt a stinging pain in the corner of your lip, “Ah. I think you might accidently bit my lip though.”

“I see,” Xiao was now looking at you with his piercing eyes as he watched your small pink tongue brush over the corner of your bottom lip. His attention began to focus on that small part as the world seem to narrow down. Just the two of you. But unlike when you both would lie on top of the inn and watch the sun go down he felt hungry.

“Do you-”

Before you could ask anything Xiao suddenly pounced and pressed his lips against yours in a heated kiss. He took you by surprise but you quickly recovered as you gripped the purple ribbon on his back and yanked him forward as his hands slammed against the railing, trapping you. You felt his tongue press against your lips as you slowly opened them to let him in. It was overwhelming and you were sure if you hadn’t been grabbing onto the purple ribbon you would have fell over but then a sudden deep rumble snapped you out of your trance.

“Xiao? Are you...Are you purring?” you giggled when you got a tiny but of separation from the lack of air but he frowned at you, really it looked more like a pout, before leaning over once again.  Just barely brushing over your lips as he whispered

“Meow”

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This isn’t even OOC anymore. I feel like I’m writing a fucking k-drama right now, what am I doing anymore? English? Huh? I do not compute.

I’ve just awakened something in me with Cat! Xiao and I am flying with it (and casually ignoring lore. Isn’t he a bird?). Heading straight for the stratosphere and you cannot stop me. Just gonna hide away in shame now don’t look at me.

Okay. Time to commit sleep for uh 2 hours lol. I’m really tired but I feel kinda proud of myself haha. Tomorrow’s fics are going to be Venti, Lisa and Diluc pairing, and Venti and Barbara pairing. Good night!

Oh, and yes there is a lot more Xiao content to come and uhh might continue this cat!xiao idea. Unless that’s too weird. I’m sorry don’t shame me pls 😰

my god tumble just work. i dont want to deal with you and your tags. 

[spilledkauffie]

Meet Cute

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x DogMom!Reader Word Count: 1.8k T/W: fluffyyyy A/N: I know it’s a trope, but I love it!

Can you imagine Bucky with a puppy?!?!

Managing six dogs at once wasn’t exactly easy, but you did it rather gracefully, at least most of the time. Today however, you fumbled with your keys at your apartment door when two dogs suddenly, and swiftly wrapped around you, pulling opposite directions. With a small shocked squeak at being squeezed, you accidentally dropped both your keys and a leash, one out of six wasn’t bad, but it was still a loose puppy, trotting around the apartment hall like he owned the place. 

“Peanut!” You yelled out of sheer concern as the baby dachshund gallivanted towards the stairs, as if it were his prison break at last, “Peanut, sweetie, come here!” You called again, eyebrows furrowing during your attempt to untwist the other leashed from around you, as he got closer and closer to that first step which was far too steep for him to comfortably and safely make wihtout tumbling down the rest. 

You watched in sheer panic as his short stout front legs took the leap of faith with ears flying freely in the air like he was Dumbo. You anticipated the little yelp that would absolutely break your heart— Thankfully there was a soft landing platform neither of you had prepared for. Underneath Peanut appeared two hands covered in black gloves. The small dog fit perfectly in the hands as he wagged his tail, beyond proud of the heart attack he nearly gave you. Sighing, you leaned into the door of your apartment for support. 

“Whoa there,” the saviour said, bringing the pup up with him as he stood, having had to dip to catch the pup on the stairs, after glancing at the shining silver bone shaped name tag he met the dog’s eye line, “Peanut, was it?”

As the stranger made his way up the last few steps, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. While you didn’t know him personally, you had seen him around the apartment complex before. Heart still pounding, you shook your head at the pup who was plenty happy in the hands of his rescuer. 

“Peanut Butter Brittle Biscuit,” you full named the dog, causing him to tuck his tail, still wagging it though. Setting your hand, which was still being tugged on by the other five other dogs, on your hip, “you know better than to just run into strangers, it's rude.”

“Well, Peanut,” he looked to the pup in all seriousness, “I’m Bucky. There, we aren’t strangers anymore,” he affirmed, shaking the dogs tiny little paw gently, “and so we’re not strangers,” he looked to you, “I’m Bucky, and you are?” You smiled at his flirty tone, “unless you’d like to go by 4C? Keep it professional?”

“Four- C?” You gave a puzzled look.

Bucky pointed above and behind your head, with the hand he was not literally cradling Peanut with. Quickly glancing you realized it was your apartment number. Now feeling a flush of embarrassment, you took a moment to face him again, squeezing your eyes closed. 

“Oh yeah,” you nervously laughed, before giving him your name as well, you liked the way he repeated it to himself, “and you’re 2E, right?”

“Do we know each other?” he asked, tilting his head with a smirk.

“Oh no, I just, sometimes I see Yori go down there, and- I’m not stalking you, I promise,” you frantically explained, waving your hand, wrapped in dog leashes. 

“No,” Bucky smiled, letting you know that was not what he was thinking, “I think I’d hear you if you were though,” he looked down and around at the literal pack of dogs sitting and standing around you. The pack ranged from a German Shepherd to a Golden Retriever to a Dachshund to a Pomeranian to a Corgi to, lastly, a dopey Great Dane.

“Most definitely,” you laughed, trying to calm your nerves, “we’re not the most graceful bunch, you had a display of that just a moment ago, which thank you so, so much.” You placed your hand over your chest, as an expression of relief. 

“No problem,” he said with a sincere nod and smile, petting back the dog’s ears, “looks like Peanut here is a real daredevil.”

“You have no idea,” you glanced at the puppy, “he’s a troublemaker and thinks he’s invincible.”

With that Peanut interjected giving the most babyish attempt at a deep roo, sassily from where Bucky held him still.

“Talker too, huh?” Bucky gave a shocked glance at the Dachshund who was still resting comfortably with his chest being cradled by Bucky's hand.

“Yeah, well we’re 40 minutes late to D I N N E R,” you spelled out the last word in a whisper, “Fridays are always long days,” you gestured around you to the bigger dogs with toys covered in drool, they just stared up at you, sighing you collected yourself, “they’re park days.” 

“Ohh, I see,” Bucky nodded, “I'd hate to keep you any longer then.” 

With a soft ‘okay’ and a smile, you held your hands out to take Peanut back. There was a brief moment in the exchange where your hands touched his and he gave a ‘sorry’ knowing it was probably cold against your skin. As Peanut hovered with both your hands on his chubby little sides. Your Dane tugged one way again, while the Retriever was determined to go the other, pulling you and Bucky closer together. Practically chest to chest, save Peanut being the barrier between the two of you.

“Oh my gosh,” you whispered, looking down immediately, even though there was hardly room between you two to do so, literally feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you closed your eyes, “this is not happening.”

“I’ve been in worse situations,” Bucky remarked cooly, keeping his gaze focused on you, finding it surprisingly cute at how flustered you were around him. It’d been a long time since he had felt someone had real genuine human emotions regarding him. 

Neither of you took your hands away from the other’s. Standing there you bit in your lip, calming your rising pulse as you were now close enough to smell his cologne. 

“I’m-” you started, finally looking up, “so sorry.” 

“It’s really okay,” Bucky chuckled, not wanting you to feel as worried as you were, but you just knit your brows together and gave another apologetic look, “honestly, I could- I could do this all day.” There was a pause, then you smiled, ducking your head to hide your face against Peanut who was really becoming a star matchmaker, “I think Peanut and I are going to be very good friends by the end of this.”

Lifting your head with a nod, you sighed, stroking the pup’s ear, for a moment before you guided the other dogs around to give you some more space. Bucky respectfully took a step back, somehow still holding Peanut after all that. You opened your apartment door and the dogs rushed in, you let each leash fall off your hand as they entered. You said their name with each one to keep track of them.

“And lastly,” you exhaled, reaching your arms out again for the troublemaker of whom Bucky surrendered, though he was getting fairly fond of him, “well, at least let me invite you in? Have a drink on me? Something?”

“That’d be great,” Bucky said, gesturing for you to lead the way. 

Once you were both in and Bucky shut the door behind him, you let Peanut loose and immediately he ran to his dinner bowl, waiting in anticipation. Offering Bucky to sit at the bar, you set two cold bottles on top of the counter, but before you joined him you got out six dog bowls, making him smile.

“How long have you had them?” Bucky asked, opening his bottle relaxedly with his hand.

“They vary, some for years, but the most recent,” you nodded to Peanut, “only a few months.”

“So uh, why so many?” Bucky inquired. 

You squeezed your shoulders up, looking around at all of them, “they needed a home,” you said, soft smile, “each of them came from a broken place, of hurt and pain. That’s all they knew before I took them in, and,” you shook your head smiling wider, looking over to Bucky, “if I could be a part of their healing, I knew I had to be. I can’t think of leaving something to suffer if there’s something that can be done to help.”

“That’s-” Bucky looked to the floor as you rounded the counter, to sit next to him on another bar stool, having just set all the bowls down, “that’s a really great mindset.” 

“What about you?” you took a sip, “any pets?”

He swallowed shaking his head, “no, I have a weird work schedule,” he squinted at his own reasoning, hoping it didn’t sound too dumb.

“Oh gotcha,” you nodded, before gesturing with the top of the bottle, “well Rodgers seems to like you.”

Your gesture drew Bucky to look down, sure enough set atop his thigh was your German Shepherd's head, looking up with big eyes and slowly wagging his tail. Bucky pet the dog’s ear, “Rodgers?”

“Yeah, you know after Captain America? He’s ex-military himself so I thought it was fitting,” you bent down to pet the dog yourself.

There was a quietness, Bucky looked away from the dogs and you for a moment. Biting the inside of his lip he felt something he hadn’t in a long time, though he tried to repress it. A part of him felt it was a sign, another part of him told himself to ignore it. Takin another swig, he made his choice

“Hey, if you ever. . . need help with them, I’m,” he hesitated, “I’m usually free Fridays, or- park days.”

“I’d love that,” you smiled leaning back up, “how bout I get your number so we can plan a da-,” you quickly changed your sentence, “a park day.”

While you got up to grab your phone, he flipped open his, seeing the very few contacts and the messages from only one person. Wincing he was a little nervous, this meant opening up. You returned, asking for his number, to which he willingly gave you. Finishing the drinks he said he really should head home, you completely understood, already surprised that he stuck around that long after the incident earlier. 

With casual goodbyes, you shut your door and he headed back downstairs. Taking his gloves off, he suddenly felt his phone vibrate. Sitting on his couch he took it out of his pocket. Seeing your name pop up with a “hi 4C here, texting you like I said I would” and a smiley face with a dog emoji made him smile to himself. 

He opened it-- it was time to start answering messages, it was time he found his healing.

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Carol Danvers ~ Infuriating

Carol Danvers X fem!Reader Smut

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You hadn't meant to fuck up Carol's mission. You weren't that petty. But the look on her face when you disobeyed her direct order and took the shot was priceless.

You and Carol had never gotten on. The first time you laid eyes on her you were infuriated by her actions. The second time you met only amplified that.

You had been under cover for a year when she came along and screwed up your mission. It had taken a long time to be trusted by those you 'worked with'.

You had set up a buy with a huge advanced (and crazy irresponsible) weapons smuggling ring that would lead to you obtaining more of their weapons for SHIELD until eventually, hopefully, you would figure out the secrets to their operation and be able to take down the business.

Just as the dealers arrived at the abandoned warehouse Carol came flying in to take on the armed men, oblivious to the mission that was happening, in all her heroic glory.

"We got the weapons, it was a success."

After writing out the report and having a long convosation with Fury (most of which involved you describing Carol in ways Steve would have been outraged by) you had at least expected an apology from the blonde. You could still remember how that went down.

"It was not a success!" You almost screamed at Carol. It infuriated you to no end that after half an hour of talking she still didn't see the bigger picture. She really thought she had done the right thing.

"Yes we got the weapons - something I could have done on my own - but that's such a small part of the rest of what they're making."

"You don't know how much there is." Carol said, her voice as calm as ever as she leant against Fury's desk with her arms crossed.

"That's the point." You said through gritted teeth, determined not to loose your cool infront of her and Fury. "My mission was to find out and put a stop to it."

"There are guys in holding. They'll talk."

You almost laughed at that. "If I could ask them my way they definitely would." You silently cursed SHIELD's moral codes that stopped you from torturing the answer out of them. They wouldn't talk any other way.

"They'll talk." Carol said stubbornly. "And anyway, you should be thanking me for cutting your mission short."

And that was it. From that moment on you couldn't look at the woman without wanting to slap her. That had been months ago.

Despite you never hiding your dislike for Carol she never seemed to mind you. In fact, she tried to be around any chance she could. Always looking for ways to get on your final nerve, everything she did she did for your reactions that you had grown worse at suppressing.

You took some of it out on her during training. It bothered her but thrilled you that you too were on the same level in combat. Apart from the times she was a sore looser and used her powers.

But you had made a strong effort to avoid training with her too. She taunted you during fighting. Although you were used to it it struck different when her body was pressed against yours to pin you to the floor.

Your most shameful day was when her actions had sent a jolt to your core that you couldn't deny.

Carol looked down at you with an insanely arrogant smirk as she straddled your waist. She was always like this in her moments of victory, always wanting to rub it in.

"Wow, you gave in quickly today." She quipped, not even trying to hide the obvious undertones. That didn't even make sense!

You weren't about to give in when she looked so god damn smug. You gripped her shirt with two hands and lifted your hips to flip her off but she caught on both too quickly and too late. She lurched forward into your grip but instantly pinned your hands above your head as her legs fell down next to yours.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you realised her face was inches from your own, it was only then that you become aware of the darker specs of brown in her eyes that highlighted the lighter shades. They were beau- okay. They were okay eyes. Yours were better.

The corner of her mouth raised in her familiar smirk that you always despised. But being that close brought light to how soft her lips looked. They were slightly parted and you wondered what kind of things she could do with that mouth. Professional things of course. Strictly professional and tactical thing. Not sinful things at all...

You wanted those thoughts banished from your head immediately. You wanted to leave.

All too hastily, you tried to raise your hips again, only then noticing how Carol's new position had her core right over yours. The contact and friction was undeniable, as was the slow throbbing that started.

A quiet moan slipped from your mouth that you desperetly coughed to cover up. You turned your head to the side, not wanting to see if Carol had noticed.

"Get off me, Carol." You huffed, trying to hide your embarrassment.

"What? You don't like me ontop of you?" She smirked.

God you definetly did.

As much as you tried to ignore that memory and replace it with the time you were first introduced you rarely succeeded. And even then it was like your hatred for her only encouraged how much you wanted to feel her deep insi-

"Are you even listening to me?!" Carol yelled at you with a glare. You never zoned out during meetings. Carol knew that. Fury knew that. Yet it was still very clear you just had.

"Are you done rambling?" You quipped, not having a moment to place the filter over your mouth as the thought spilled out.

Fury arched a brow at the question and Carol's jaw clenched in an annoyingly attractive way. You did not regret that one bit.

"If I hadn't taken the shot the hostages would have died."

"They almost did anyway."

"Almost."

There had been some sort of detonator with the man holding the hostages. Once dead, the storage he had loaded into his truck had been destroyed and nothing was salvageable. That was important cargo, but you always put a priority on lives. Taking the bad ones more than saving the good ones admittedly.

Once a vigilante always a vigilante.

"I don't think you understand how valuable that cargo was."

The meeting continued like that for a while. You would never admit it to anyone, especially as fucking up the mission wasn't intentional, but seeing how the tables had turned from the last time the three of you were in that office? It made you happier than it should have.

You guessed the two of you were even now. Maybe she would finally leave you alone. Your happiness faulted at that thought.

Finally, Fury told you and Carol to go and that it would be discussed again tomorrow. He was clearly tired. It had been a long day and it was late, everyone else was already asleep.

Even as you trudged down the hallway Carol continued to rant about your inability to follow orders. You would be the first to admit you weren't a team player. You still weren't used to it. But you always follow orders.

"I can follow orders, Captain. I just choose not to follow yours." You said calmly as approached the hallway towards your room.

You hated that Carol's room was next to yours. You had been there when Carol had talked to Tony about staying at the Avengers compound. You had seen her sly smirk as she pointed out on the compound map which room she wanted. Knowing full damn well it was next to yours.

How long did she plan to keep this up? You definetly didn't bug her about her screw up as long as she was you. Why couldn't she just hold the grudge in silence like you?

"You put aside personal matters when you go on a mission, y/n." She continue to scorn.

"Not personal, Captain. I just know when a decision and order is bullshit." Your room finally came into your line of sight. Just a few more meters.

"It wasn't bullshit. It was the right call. You just refuse to do what I tell you to." You rolled your eyes at her insistence, something that didn't go unnoticed by the blonde.

"The whole thing would have been fucked if I followed your orders. You should be thanking me." You taunted with a smile. But before you could fully bathe in your victory of getting under her skin, Carol gripped your neck tightly and slammed you into the wall.

You eyes widened as your back hit the wall painfully and you struggled to comprehend that Carol's hand was really around your neck...and you liked it.

"What? Got nothing to say to your Captain now?" She smirked. A familiar jolt travelled throughout your body and rested between your legs at her words.

It wasn't hard to put two and two together. Her hand, her words and the tone that accompanied them. You could always tell Carol was a top, but a dom?!

"If I could go back..." You started, your voice quiet with an edge of fear that made Carol preen. "And do the mission again...." Carol watched your face intently, awaiting your words of apology. "I still wouldn't follow your orders. Because I don't take orders from yo-" Carol stepped forward and forced one of her legs between yours.

You bit you lip to stop yourself moaning at the friction she was causing, the urge to grind against her leg was strong.

"Brat." She whispered with poison dripping from her voice. Her warm breath hit the small area of skin her hand wasn't covering and her hair tickled you chin.

"I have just the thing to deal with that. You wont be keeping up that facade for long."

You were about to object and assure her you would. That your stubbornness was just as strong as hers and you had been down this road before with others.

As she moved away from you she gripped your shirt in her closed fist and pulled you away from the wall with her. You hated that you instantly missed the contact of her thigh between yours. But her rough nature was doing it for you too. It had been so long since someone had been rough with you and you yearned to feel that again.

Carol had barely opened her door when she pushed you through the gap into her room. You were about to take in your surroundings and even pause to assess what was happening, but Carol's hands were on you again and all doubt slipped from your mind.

The next thing you knew your face was engulfed by soft pillows before you felt Carol's strong presence above you.

You could feel her knees on either side of your waist, pressed against you as though caging you beneath her. Her hands entwined with the back of your own and held them above your head under the pillows.

You went to move your hips up out of instinct from your training but Carol was too strong. She didn't even flinch from you efforts, clearly overpowering you in strength.

You reminded yourself you would not, under any circumstances, let Carol win.

You wouldn't apologise for the mission, wouldn't do what she said and you would not fully submit to her. It was something you truly believed, Carol knew this and it made everything you eventually did all the more worthit.

You could never imagine or anticipate the things you would let her do to you that night or the desperate way you would beg her to do them.

Her hair tickled your exposed neck as she leant down to whisper into your ear. "Anything you want to say to me before I begin? Perhaps an apology?" Carol questioned, knowing you would say no such thing but wanting to have more ammunition for later on.

You chuckled into the pillows before replying. "Go fuck yourself." It was muffled. But Carol understood.

She didn't reply verbally, instead she leant further against your body as her hands left yours and wandered down your arms.

Carol inhaled the scent around your neck as her hands reached your shoulders and decended to trace your collarbones that were visible from your shirt being lowered.

The blonde took her time memorizing every inch of your body, especially cupping your clothed breasts in her hands and ever so slightly grinding herself against you as she did so.

You reminded yourself to control your breathing as you felt those motions, not allowing yourself to be caught up in the firm grip of her hands against your breasts or the way she used your body to gain some friction to her core.

Her hands continued to massage your lower stomach, admiring the feel of your finally formed abs in a way she never could when you trained.

You kept your head amongst the pillows when her fingers danced around the waistband of your trousers. You didn't want Carol to see the anticipating look on your face at the touch of her fingers. They barely dipped half an inch beneath your trousers and panties but the contract gave you chills. You wanted to feel her against your bare skin more.

Carol retracted her fingers and instead wordlessly moved them to the centre of your trousers and unbuttoned them. You could hear her pull your zip down in the deafening silence of the room and you found yourself holding your breath in anticipation again.

She didn't hesitate once in her movements. With undeniable certainty, Carol slipped her hand under your trousers and panties to meet the space between your legs that welcomed her.

Carol sighed into the crook your neck as her fingers met your wetness between your slick lips. You bit your lip to stop any sounds escaping your mouth as the arrogant hero swiped a single finger slowly through your eager folds. She collected the arousal on her fingers before pressing it firmly to your clit.

Your hips rolled into her hand before you could stop them and the action caused a smug grin from Carol that although you couldn't see, you could feel against your skin. It was considerably worse and amplified your arousal as Carol could tell.

You hated feuling her ego. You hated that she had made you so wet your throbbing clit would slip around her fingers when she had barely touched you.

"Such a wet little brat. You're so ready for me and I've barely touched you." Carol husked as her finger continued to alter between running through your folds and rubbing your clit lightly.

It took every ounce of self control in your body not to squirm against her or make any noise. Your pride helped you keep those actions at bay.

Carol gripped your chin with her free hand and turned your head away from the pillow. You tried to avoid making eye contact with the blonde, knowing it would make your self control waver, but her hand continued to guide your line of sight to her enchanting gaze.

Her face was so close to yours you were completely caught off guard when Carol's finger pushed inside you and was engulfed by your lower lips with ease.

You bit your lip hard at the action, still staring into Carol's eyes and refusing to be the one to look away first. The intense eye contact did you no favours in holding off your verbal signs of arousal, especially when her single digit curled to brush your most pleasurable spot.

You gave a breathy moan when Carol held her finger against your g-spot for a long moment before withdrawing it, your eyes marginally widening as you adjusted to the pleasure, something Carol wouldn't have noticed if your faces weren't so close.

Her finger pushed back in at a slow pace but always stroked the back of your pussy in an angelic way.

You moaned louder when Carol returned with two fingers, the additional surface area made the experience all the more pleasurable and you feared how quickly you would cum.

Carol studied your facial expressions as she fingered you slowly, figuring out the spots that made you preen in pleasure the most and even the best angles to approach it.

It didn't take her long to understand the eb and flow of your pussy better than anyone ever had. With this powerful knowledge, Carol's pace suddenly increased in an overwhelming way you could barely adjust to.

She fucked you hard and fast with her fingers. Her wrist twisted in the most agile ways that caused her fingers to burry deep within you.

You moaned continuously as you stared into Carol's brown eyes you were beginning to remember better than your own.

The pleasure was immense and you knew your orgasm would hit you hard. Your breathing became rapid and your walls clenched down on Carol's fingers desperetly as your body prepared for your release.

Carol's fingers increased in pace as she gripped your chin harder, ensuring you look at her as her smirk finally returned.

Just as you were about to explode around Carol's fingers she retracted them from your throbbing pussy and brought them up to her lips as she grinned at you.

"Carol!" You protested in disbelief and annoyance.

"What? You didn't really think I would let you cum so soon did you? You haven't earned the right. Unless, of course, you'd like to make an apology." Carol said as her eyes bore deep into yours.

"Like hell I will." You groaned.

Carol clicked her tongue in disapproval before finally looking away from you. Her fingers returned to your waistband, only this time she pulled your trousers down swiftly, deliberately leaving your soaking panties clinging to you.

She then got off the bed and strolled confidently towards her walk in closet for a few seconds, returning with a few pieces of metal you weren't surprised to be seeing yet still gave you goosebumps. Carol's keen eyes seemed to notice this and she grinned knowingly to herself.

You shifted onto your side to get a clearer view of the devices attached to the long silver chain, once Carol reached your side she roughly forced your shoulder down so you were laying on your back.

"You're very pushy you know?" You quipped as Carol moved to straddle you hips and placed the metal beside you.

Her jaw clenched tightly in annoyance of your words but she didn't look at you, instead running her hands along your lower abdomen beneath your shirt. Seeing her frustration at you, especially the slight heavy exhale through her nose very few would notice, helped you control the urge to shiver under Carol's touch.

"I hope you can do other things with that mouth of yours besides bitching, for your own sake." Carol said lowly before gripping the end of your shirt and pulling it over your head.

"It can work wonders," you winked at her with a grin, "and it's nice to know you care, Captain, not just a big, mean, dom I see."

Carol's hand wrapped tightly around your throat just as you finished your sentence. She glared at you with clear rage in her eyes, a look that made putting up your hard front difficult. You had a strong urge to apologise, but you instead pushed it aside.

"If you think for one moment I'm going to go ease on you at any point you are sadly mistaken, brat. I'm not done with you until you're a begging, quivering, pathetic mess that's forgotten her own name and only knows her Captain. Even then I won't take any pity because of the shit you keep pulling. Whores dont deserve sympathy." Your breathing was shaky as the words dripped from her mouth laced with poison, threatening to be the end of you.

You were made acutely aware of her grip of your neck tightening and her ability to cut it off and never let you breathe again. You weren't sure at what point you had given over all control, but you didn't want it to stop.

Carol leaned in next to your ear and her scent enveloped your sences again. Her voice had dropped considerably when she next spoke her whispered words. "I can't wait to break you." She bit down on your ear harshly making you yelp. You couldn't deny the effect she was having on your body, she could see it too. Of course she could, she was playing you like a fiddle and there was nothing you could do about it. It was a thrilling realisation.

Carol pulled away from you slowly while you tried to return your breathing to it's normal pace. It wasn't until you heard Carol's deep chuckled that you realised that your eyes were clenched shut. You opened them to see the blonde looking very proud of herself and the result she had gotten.

You couldn't make another witty remark. Your brain couldn't form any kind of coherent thought and you wouldn't have trusted your mouth to deliver it. Besides, after what Carol had just said, you were afraid to speak out of term again.

The self-certain hero reached around your back to unclasp your bra as her other hand came to rest on your stomach, pressing down as she used it for support while she leant forward.

Carol's eyes eagerly took in every inch of your skin the moment it was exposed. She slowly pulled your bra away before flinging it across the room without taking her eyes off of your breasts.

The cold air hitting your skin made your nipples strain in a want for attention, although you and Carol both knew that wasn't the only reason. Carol hummed at the sight and leaned forward again to rub your buds between her thumb and fingers. Your head leant back into the pillows at the attention, sighing in bliss before you hissed sharply at the the spark of pain.

The blonde smiled in amusement as she continued to pinch your nipples harshly, you didn't protests out of stubbornness.

Carol then picked up the forgotten clamps next to you, trailing the chain slowly and deliberately over your sensitive skin. She attached the left clamp with a silent concentration that filled the room with tension. You hissed again as Carol adjusted the screw to the level she saw fit, which was scarily tight, before moving to the next with the same accuracy.

You closed your eyes and tried not to enjoy the throbbing pain on you nipples, but the growing slick between your legs was telling enough.

You closed your eyes and bit your lip hard to suppress a whimper, failing when Carol gave the chain a quick tug that made you give a strained whimper that sounded more pathetic than it would have if you hadn't tried to stop it.

Carol moved further down your body and spread your legs apart so she could sit between them. You could feel the chain extending down your stomach so you opened your eyes in confusion and instantly squirmed.

The two clamps had separate chains that looped around a small ring that lay on your stomach, twinkling mischeviously in the light. There was a third chain on the bottom of the ring that had a clamp at the end of it. A clamp that Carol was guiding dangerously close to your still covered core.

You had had experience with clamps before, but the thought of one pinching painfully at your throbbing clit was one you were unfamiliar and uncertain with.

Carol adjusted herself according to your newfound protests to kneeling on your legs, each knee digging into each of your thighs as a show of control. Your hands were still free and just as you were about to sit up Carol spoke with a fake pout.

"Aww, do you not think you can handle this? Are you too sensitive?" She mocked making you freeze. "I can always stop if you want me to. All you have to do is say the magic word." The blonde continued to taunt.

Your pride screamed at you to make some snarky remark as to protect your ego, knowing saying 'please' would lead to you spiralling down the rabbit hole you refused to step foot in, while your fear begged you to stay quiet. But there was also a small part of you that was eager to experience the pleasurable pain the clamp would surely deliver to your clit.

So instead, you kept your mouth shut and stared up at the ceiling, trying to keep an eye on Carol in your peripheral while appearing to ignore her.

She smirked, unbeknownst to you, at your pettiness and trailed a single finger against the wet patch on your panties. You struggled to continue looking at the ceiling and bucked your hips to try and meet Carol's hand.

Surprisingly, Carol let you and even pressed further against your panties, rubbing your clothed lips and relishing in the effect she had on you.

Carol teased you like that for a while, rubbing her finger against your soaking folds before circling your throbbing clit. Every so often she received a quiet whine from you that flooded you with embarrassment, hating how your body betrayed you and pleased Carol.

Finally, Carol pulled your ruined panties down and gleamed at the sight of your glistening folds, the view making her pussy clench around nothing and ache more than it had all night. An idea sprung to mind and she smirked at the thought.

She took the third clamp between her long fingers and pinched at your clit. You yelped and bucked your hips up again as Carol entrapped the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"So responsive." She muttered, more to herself than you, as she slowly twisted the screw. Her eyes returned to your pained face as she adjusted the tightness, studying you to see when you would reach the peak of your pain and your limit.

Your face scrunched up at the sharp pain that jolted throughout your body and made you whine lowly as you turned your head to the side and tried to squirm away.

Carol took another glance at your strained bud, biting her lip at the sight, before gripping your under arms and flipped you onto your back.

You were surprised and caught off guard but all questions flew from your mind when you were pushed against the mattress, the clamps pressing down and amplifying your pain.

A tear formed in your eye as your nipples burned hot in pain and your clit ached against its restraint. You whined and tried to squirm away, the inch you did move only made things worse as your dragged the clamps and the skin they pinched across the mattress. You gave a small cry at the pain but pushed your face into the pillows to muffle it, still trying with everything you had to not let Carol win.

You were so caught up in the unnatural pain you didn't even notice Carol stripping herself of her jeans and pants. But you did notice when you felt her wet pussy lips come into contact with the back of your thigh.

You brain short circuited when you felt how wet she was and that she was slowly rocking herself on your leg, using your body to get herself off.

"What are you-"

"Quiet." Carol cut you off by demanding as her hands locked yours to the top of the mattress again.

Her arousal was spreading across your thigh as she grinded against you.

You could feel your own breathing increase rapidly as you heard Carol gasp out occasionally. You wanted to see her. You wanted to see the look of pleasure on her face as she approached her high. What did she look like cuming? Did you feel good against her? Would she ever let you make her cum with your fingers or tongue. You prayed desperetly that you would someday get the chance.

"Fuck." Carol moaned breathlessly. Your own pussy clenched around nothing at the sound and you knew that while Carol was getting her wetness over your thigh, you were getting your own on her bed.

Carol's grip on your hands tightened as her movements became more erratic, chasing her release.

"Your Captain's gonna cum on your thigh, brat. Such a good fuck toy for me to use." A moan slipped past your lips at her words. You cursed yourself for giving the reaction Carol wanted, helping her frantic movements.

"Oh you like this, slut? You like being my little fuck toy for me to use whenever I want?"

You desperetly searched for friction on the bed covers as you whined, only to accidently apply more overwhelming pressure to all 3 clamps.

Carol's cunt dug harder into the back of your thigh as she came with a low moan, coating your skin with the evident of her orgasm.

Surprisingly, Carol didn't move from your thigh as she brought a soft hand around to the soaking space between your legs. She tugged momentarily on the clamp there and you whimpered in protest making her snicker.

She fingers teased your lower lips as she spoke. "You seemed to enjoy that just as much as I did." Carol smirked arrogantly as her fingers swiped at your arousal. "Answer me." She demanded, delivering a smack to your ass to punctuate her words.

You didn't. Instead your breathed into the pillows and tried not to think about how they smelled like Carol in an annoyingly soft way.

Carol spanked you again harshly, barely giving you a chance to adjust to the last.

"No." You lied shakily.

"Don't lie to me. You're only adding to your punishment, not that I mind. It's just drawing out the fun I'm having. Being a lying little slut gives me something else to fuck out of you too." Carol spanked you again as those words left her lips. She gripped your hips tightly and pulled you up so your ass was on full display to her.

When Carol's hand returned to your ass her hand was considerably warmer. You thought it was strange at first until she did it again, this time burning hot.

You moaned into the pillow as your realised Carol was using her powers. And you loved it. The hellish heat, Carol's brute strength and the merciless ways she delivered the blows with no recovery time hit your core everytime.

Your legs shook in pleasure and pain and your moans got notably louder. Sometimes when you tried to lean back into Carol's hand she tugged sharply at the ring connecting the chains on your clamps and you immediately returned to your position.

"Something to say?" Carol inquired after a particularly loud moan from you.

It dawned on you how close you were to submitting yourself to Carol. How close you were to telling her you loved every second of what she was doing and wanted her to fuck you.

So, to convince yourself more than the dominant blonde above you, you spoke up. "Need your powers to help you, Carol? Can't do it on your own?"

The pissed off blonde spanked you unbelievably hard after that. Your whole body lurched forward so suddenly you almost hit your head on the wall. You ass was stinging terribly and you felt a tear trickle down your cheek just after you cried out.

Carol got off the bed to once again disappear into the closet, giving you a moment to wipe the stray tear away so she could never know it was there.

When the powerful hero returned your eyes immediately fell to the obnoxious toy between her legs.

You bit your lip at the thought of her fucking you with it. Despite that, you were in denial that something that long and girthy would even fit. Although you knew Carol would make it fit. And with the blonde as pissed as she was...

"God you're practically drooling on my sheets." Your cheeks redened slightly at her words. "You want my cock, brat? You wanna be your Captain's cockslut?" God you did. But you refused to admit it, even if there was a moan caught in your throat.

"It isn't for your needy little pussy yet. It's to shut you up." Carol said as she straddled your chest, the strap inches away from your face.

"I'm not sucking your fucking strap, Carol." You tried to defy passively with an amused grin. You wanted to, so much. The thought of doing something like that was making your cunt pulse. But you might as well get on your knees and beg for forgiveness. You refused to please Carol with such a submissive act, even if you could feel the cracks in your bratty walls grow with each exchange of words and acts.

To your surprise, Carol didn't push the idea any more, simply nodding with a sly smirk, as though she knew something you didn't.

Instead, the taller woman grabbed a small device from the side of the bed you had failed to notice prior. She twirled it in her hand, as though familiarizing herself with it as she positioned herself between your legs again, a place she seemed to be becoming familiar with.

As you gazed at the toy Carol held you couldn't help but feel there was something different about it. Something you couldn't quite placed. It wasn't as slim as any vibrator you had ever seen, not as pointed either, but there was something else to it too.

You didn't voice these inquires and the blonde didn't make any suggestive comments. So you let the thoughts go.

With her free hand, Carol unscrewed the clamp that had continued to grip onto you with everything it had. The release of pressure was unimaginably relieving but you didn't get long to appreciate it.

Carol wordlessly turned the vibrator on to a high setting and teased it against your skin just above your clit. Your hips jerked instantly in an attempt to lower the vibrator to where you needed it, but Carol placed a firm hand between your hip bones and kept you in place.

You almost whined at that, trying hard to keep it at bay, but Carol soon placed it directly onto your throbbing clit. Your hips bucked again as the vibrations hit you hard. The lack of a tip stopped them being focused to one point and instead pulsed down to every milimeter of your clit.

Despite this newfound pleasure, you couldn't shake the unnerving silence from Carol that hung in the room. Just as her lack of teasing with the vibrator hung over you. It seemed as though she was purely focused on drawing out your own pleasure, abandoning any precious plans. You knew that wasn't really the case. But you didn't know what was. It was anxiety inducing not knowing what Carol was planning in that stubborn head of hers.

The silent blonde watched you as she rotated the vibrator, grinding it into you like a drill that buzzed furiously. The vibrations were sending strong shock waves to your core that were carried throughout the entirety of your body in bliss.

Just as you were about to mentally praise yourself for not making a noise the vibrations seemed to multiple at an alarming rate.

You moaned the loudest you had all night at the feeling of warmth covering your core, emitting off of the vibrator that centred in on your aching clit that was drenched in arousal. Your hips tried to buck violently in search for the source of the vibrations that pulsed almost angrily.

You finally braved a look down as you panted heavily amongst moans to see what could possibly cause such uncharted pleasure only to spot the blue, yellow and red swirls of light you had come to hate the sight of. In that moment you didn't hate them though, far from it. You were entranced by the light show from Carol.

Your legs attempted to close around Carol's hand and the vibrator, but she held them apart. She watched you with an arrogant smirk as you threw your head back and moaned continuously, just as she had planned.

"Oh? I thought you didn't like me using my powers on you. You seem to be enjoying it now, judging by your slutty moans that is." She taunted knowingly.

You're unable to muster the voice to say something, to defend your ego. All you can do try to stop yourself moaning Carol's name or title.

Your breathing became increasingly ragged as Carol's powers never let up, mercilessly pulsing waves of vibrations to your core repeatedly until your legs started to shake.

Your cunt clenched around nothing as your clit throbbed aggressively, desperate to reach it's release it craved so much.

Your moans became less coherent when your back arched and toes curled. Just as you were about to fall over that glorious edge all vibrations died down to barely noticeable sensation.

You whined lowly at the worst teasing you had ever felt. It was as though Carol held you over your much needed edge by the back of your shirt, keeping you in that vulnerable state until she decided to either pull you back or let you go.

"Do you need something?" Carol asked with a shit eating grin.

You brought your hands down to push the vibrator further against you but Carol pinned them together in the middle of your stomach with one hand. The strength of just that was able to stop you and it was frustrating to no end knowing that.

Her other hand stayed firmly attached to the vibrator that was quietly buzzing against you core. Carol occasionally messed around with the vibrations levels and the inclusion of her powers to take you by surprise, constantly keeping you on the edge of where you needed to be most.

"Jesus Christ!" Your frustration bubbled to the surface, unable to control your anger at Carol for the merciless teasing she was making you ensure.

"Nope, just your Captain." If you had control of your legs, you would have kneed her in that stupidly attractive face of hers.

The vibrations were becoming too much yet still too little. Every so often they would spike to the previous level before returning to something unfairly light. Your orgasm seemed to grow closer and closer each time before it was denied.

Once, Carol slipped the powered vibrator through your drenched folds with her powers lining it. It felt insane. Energy tickling your inner walls as the vibrations hit all the right areas. But, of course, it was quickly pulled away too.

Just like that, all defiance left your body and you surrendered to your needs.

"Carol, Please, I need to cum so bad!" You wailed in desperation, not caring how you sounded.

"Really?" Carol wondered aloud as she stared down at you.

"Yes! Carol..." You whined and returned her stare pleadingly.

"Who are you begging to make you cum?"

You gulped stiffly, knowing you were about to slip head first into the rabbit hole you had been avoiding so precisely all night.

"You...My Captain." Carol preened at the use of her title, something she had long awaited to hear you say and was sure you would need no encouragement to say it countless more times that night.

"Good girl." She husked and carelessly threw the vibrator to the side now she could use something better. "You want your Captain to fuck you? You wanna cum on my cock like a good little slut?"

Your nodded eagerly, knowing the only way was forward and that you would do anything for what Carol wanted to do to you.

"Please Captain, I want you so bad." You begged shameless.

"Well then you need to get my cock ready for your cunt." Carol stated matter-of-factly as she sat up straight and edged towards you.

The silicone toy between her legs was getting nearer to your face and your mouth watered at the sight, knowing you would need it to help accomdate the size.

You were so dazed by the sight of the toy bigger than you had ever seen that Carol had to tap your cheek to prompt you to open your mouth for her strap.

You did so instantly and without hesitation, quickly having the tip of the silicone toy at your mouth.

"Such an obidient baby now. You would do anything for my cock wouldn't you?" But Carol didn't give you a chance to respond. She thrusted her hips forward and in a flash she was forcing the strap into your mouth and hitting the back of your throat.

The blonde retreated the strap slightly only to ram it back in with more force and causing you to gag as it surpassed your limit without consideration.

You tried to sit up on your elbows to try and soften Carol's thrusts but she knelt down painfully on your arms as she gripped the headboard to aid her thrusting.

"I haven't even got you tired up and you're still so helpless." She mocked cruelly as she continued to make you gag and choke on the toy you struggled to accomdate so badly.

Eventually it became too much and you body fell limp in defeat, drool spilling from your mouth.

Carol didn't fail to notice this and chuckled darkly at the sight of you spread out on her bed with a dazed expression. She hadn't even fucked you yet.

As the dominant hero withdrew her strap she felt a rush to her core at the sight of your saliva glistening on her cock. You really had gotten it ready for yourself. Not that it would help you handle the size much.

Carol didn't waste and time lining the strap up with your entrance. Her hands were firmly placed on either of your thighs to ensure you stay spread open for her.

"Please." You whispered as you both watched the strap part your folds, paving a way for itself, before disappearing into your hungry pussy. You moaned loudly as the strap stretched your walls for it's entrance. You couldn't help but cling onto Carol's bare back and scratch the prominent muscle beneath your fingers as she sunk the strap in further.

The pain was present but it was overridden by the amazing pleasure provided by it. Your pussy clenched desperately around the intruder just before Carol bottomed out into you and you cried out at the unexpected motion, gripping onto the woman above you as much as you could.

She pulled the strap out slightly, only to slam it back in with force that made your whole body jerk and shudder. She pulled out more the next time, as though giving you a moment to prepare before thrusting the toy back into your still unprepared cunt.

You moaned over and over, struggling to form words and accomdate the brutal strap. You were overwhelmed with pleasure and pain as they took over every part of your brain, body and soul.

Her pace never faulted, never giving you a break. Every thrust was just as hard as the last, leaving you a moaning and shuddering mess beneath her.

"You feel how deep I am inside you, slut?" Carol grunted as she continued her onslaught of fucking tour dripping pussy.

"Yes Captain! Feels so good. You feel so good deep inside me." You moaned between breathless pants.

"God you're such a desperate slut for me. Dripping whore for me to use whenever I want." She punctuated each word with the snap of her hips.

The coil in your lower abdomen was starting to tighten and you craved your release.

"C-Captain." You stuttered as you started to shudder. "I'm gonna...cum."

"Beg me for it." Carol demanded and you complied without question.

"Please! Please Captain, I'm gonna cum so hard! Please let me! I'll be good for you." You begged as though Carol held your life in her hands.

"Why should I let you?"

"Because I- because I'm sorry!" You looked Carol in the eyes as you pleaded, letting you see her expression when she knew she had won. You both knew.

"How sorry?" Carol asked as her pace increased. You knew you wouldn't be able to hold off your orgasm for much longer.

"I'm so sorry. It'll never happen again. I promise." Carol watched you for a moment as she memorized every inch of you during her victory.

"Cum for your Captain." With a cry, you came incredibly hard on Carol's cock. Your whole body shuddered violently as Carol fucked you through your orgasm in the most ungentle way possible.

"I'm cuming! I'm cuming on your cock, Captain!" Never in your life did you think you would talk like this to someone, especially not Carol. Never since meeting the arrogant hero did you think you would submit to her in such a wanton way.

Carol fucked you through your orgasm and into another one without even considering giving you a break or chance to recover from the earth shattering one you had just experienced. Your vision was still spotted with blanks as you tried to speak this to her but you couldn't manage to form any coherent words, the only sounds resonating throughout the room were your desperate moans, slapping of Carol's thighs against your own and the wet sound of your pussy being fucked, this being amplified even more now that your cum was swirling around inside of you with the strap.

Carol unexpectedly reached out quicker than you could react to and locked her hand around your throat. Her pace was harder this time, as though reminding you she hadn't forgotten she was punishing you and that she was still mad at you. Clearly very mad.

The strap slammed against the back of your pussy and had you crying out in a failed attempt to adjust to it. Even that was muffled by Carol's grip on your airways.

You couldn't believe the force she was able to gather to drive herself into you with each thrust. Over and over. You began to loose your grip on the world around you.

You plummeted into another orgasm in no time, your overworked pussy spasming around the strap as it released more sticky liquid onto it that you were too blissed out to notice was dripping onto yours and Carol's thighs. She smacked your thigh hard to show she at least had acknowledged it.

You lost count of how many times you had cum. When your limbs went weak and finally dropped from Carol's back she withdrew. Something you were thankful for until she flipped you onto your front and dove back in. Her stamina and sex drive was unforgivable and unmatched. And soon, it was the only thing you knew.

You continued to moan and scream profanities into the pillow while Carol wrecked your world above you. She had your head forced into the pillows with one hand and showed no signs of letting up.

You mustered as much energy as you could to squirm away but your efforts were futile. Your pussy ached with the punishing pace and extreme overstimulation you were experiencing. But you had no way to escape it. All you could do was lay beneath your Captain, voice horse from screaming so loud countless times, and take everything she was giving.

When the final orgasm was ripped from your body it was as though it had taken every part of you with it. Your exhausted and overworked body finally abandoned you and left you to be enveloped by the darkness and the strong arms of Carol Danvers.

[thora-jane]

Vanilla Ice Cream pt iii (Matt Murdock x Female Reader)

(a/n) Ok so I don't know how people feel about this series since I know it's not as popular as my last series (that was an anomaly lol) but I hope those of you keeping up with this are at least having a fun time? I kinda like where I think I'm taking this? who knows.

Summary: Both you and Matt have nerves over what meeting again could mean for the both of you.

Word Count: 1385

Warnings: none

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You almost ran back to your apartment as fast as you had ran to his office. He remembered you. Not only that, but he was happy you found him. The two of you were going to see each other again tonight, you had found each other again. He was alive, he was healthy, he was happy, it was everything you had ever hoped for.

You closed the door of your apartment behind you and let out a sigh, feeling the tightness in your chest relax. You chuckled at the thought of Matt going to Josie's. You had walked past the bar several times when you were a teen, it always smelled like something a little foul and was full of a colorful cast of characters at any point during the day. You imagined Matt with his suit and tie sitting at Josie’s next to bearded bikers and fumbling drunks and the thought of it made you laugh. Matt would stick out like a sore thumb there.

Right? Maybe? He would, wouldn’t he?

Or maybe he wouldn’t, you realized. Because twenty years had passed. You weren’t the same girl you were when you were nine, why would he be? How do you know he would like the person you were now? Matt had lived most of his life without you by this point, maybe you two were too different now.

You grabbed the watering can from under the sink and began to fill it up, trying to calm your thoughts. This wasn’t meeting up with a stranger. The two of you weren’t going to pretend everything was the same, you both knew it wasn’t, right? You walked over to your basil plant and gently poured water into its pot.

“Say he is different,” You said to the plant, “he at least thinks it’s worth a shot talking again, that’s gotta mean something, right?” you moved over to the parsley hanging near your windowsill, “Maybe we aren’t the same kids we were when we were nine, but maybe he’s still the kind of guy I’d want to be friends with.” You shifted, watering your dill as you ran your fingertips against its soft fronds, “This could still be a good thing. I can just treat it like I’m meeting someone new.” You walked to the other window, checking your lavender before watering it, “His friends seem nice. Did you hear how he said Matt’s talked about me?”

You emptied the watering can and placed it back under the sink, “God I hope it was nothing too embarrassing.”

You looked over at your bag, running a hand through your hair. What were you expecting when you hugged him? He’d hug you back and the two of you would get ice cream like his father wasn’t dead? Like he hadn’t lived most of his life with no ties to where he grew up? How many times did he think you deserted him? Would he rather you not come back? What if this was too painful for him? He probably moved on in the years you hadn’t been there for him.

You reached into your back and pulled out the book you had bought years ago. You stumbled across it in some used bookstore while you were searching for textbooks. Running your fingers over the spine of the book you were reminded of the way your heart flipped when you asked the clerk about it; a braille book in the biography section that couldn’t help but remind you of Matt, especially when they had told you the title of the book. Despite how non-existent your funds were, you bought the book without hesitation. It sat on your shelf or near your bed wherever you lived for the following years. Sometimes you pulled it out and ran your fingers over the letters, somewhere in there were words that Matt could read, somewhere in there were words Matt loved. When you moved back to Hell’s Kitchen, you knew you would give the book to him. You spent hours figuring out how to translate a message into braille and poking it out onto the blank inside cover with a needle.

What were you thinking? That you could just give it to him?

You sighed again, flipping through the pages again and running your fingertips slowly, you had always meant to learn braille, but had never gotten around to it. Matt tried to teach you once, but he was taken away before you could really start to understand what he was teaching you. Nevertheless, feeling the braille never failed to help you calm down at least a little bit.

Maybe everything would be ok.

“C’mon Matt, you can’t back out now!” Foggy called from Matt’s apartment door.

Silence.

“I know you’re in there, I might not have super hearing but I can still hear you walk loudly!” He stood leaning against the wood, knocking over his shoulder, “C’mon, Murdock, I refuse to cover for you this ti- WOAH!” Matt stuck his hand out and caught Foggy as he swung the door open.

“I’m not walking out, I have…work to do.” Matt said stiffly, pulling Foggy in and closing the door behind him, “It’s not that simple.”

“Yes it is!” Foggy countered, waving his hands, “Matt! Your childhood friend comes back after years of searching for you and you could at least go out and have a drink with her! And besides, she’s super hot.”

“What? Ew. No. Don’t say that.” Matt coughed, adjusting the way he was standing with discomfort.

“Hey, I know you can see her. She’s not ugly,” Foggy reasoned with a chuckle, reaching out and punching Matt’s arm, “C’mon! What do you have to be scared of anyway?”

“Foggy it’s been years. What if I’m not the person she was hoping I was?” he hastily began to reason with his friend, “It’d be awkward for all of us and especially embarrassing for me.”

“Then she’ll just learn how cool the real you is!”

“And if she doesn’t like it?” Matt asked.

“Then who needs her? Not us!” Foggy gestured wildly, almost hitting a passerby on the street, “Matt please, I remember the stories you told me about her. How you ‘lost everything the day you lost her,’”

“When did I say that?” Matt’s brow furrowed.

“A few years ago. You said it was her birthday and got very sad and then very drunk. It was pitiful and yet? It was hilarious. Look, I’m not saying you need to go out and relive the glory days or anything, just spend the evening and catch up- well, maybe leave out the whole vigilante part.”

Matt sighed, reaching for his stick and ignoring Foggy’s “Yessss.”

He paused in the doorway, turning back to his friend, “Of course she’s not ugly, she’s (y/n).”

“Ah ha! You admit it! Now let’s not keep her waiting, Prince Charming,” Matt wanted to wipe the smirk off of Foggy’s face, but he just groaned and took his arm instead.

“I’m not flirting with her. She’s my friend, I think,” He whispered under his breath, “I hope,” he shrugged, “And besides, she’s probably not my type.”

“Really? Because as my memory serves me, your only ‘type’ is smoking hot and drop dead gorgeous- which she is,” Foggy repeated.

“If you think she’s so good looking then why don’t you go after her?” Matt chuckled as the two of them left the building.

“Alas, Matt. I cannot, in good conscience, go after my best friend’s friend. It would be breaking some sort of sacred law, or it would just generally feel wrong. Besides, she’s not my type.”

“Oh so it’s ok if she’s not your type-” Matt began.

“Hey, I at least have a type. It’s…” his voice trailed off, and Matt pushed him with a laugh, “Hey shut up ok? I can’t quite put it into words.”

“Yeah that’s because you don’t have one, hypocrite,” Matt chuckled.

“What, so do you want me to flirt with her?”

“No.” Matt said, a little too quickly, “It would be weird, that’s all.”

The two of them finished their walk to Josie's with the occasional joke and shove, it almost felt like they were in college again by the time they passed through the entrance of Josie’s.

Maybe everything would be ok.

(a/n) Hey! If you've read all the way down here, first of all; thank you! Second, make sure you've been drinking water today and taking deep breaths and stretching if you're back is a f*cking cashew like mine is rn lol.

Take care, lovelies <3

[plush-rabbit]

Velvet and Lace

Word Count: 4.1K

A/N: anon, i love you. Enjoy!!! (i also headcanon dia (and the rest for that matter) to be like really tall so if he kneels down, just know its because he’s tall)

You wait in the shared room for Diavolo, standing in front of a mirror, the glass clean without so much as a speck of dust allowing you to fully look at yourself without having your gaze torn away by something so small. A part of you is grateful, allowing you to admire yourself while the other part regrets it, hating that you have to focus on your bare skin, the way that the nightgown falls onto your body, the fabric thin enough to see the skin that should be hidden. You tug at the hem of the nightgown, trying to cover more of yourself only to have your chest exposed, the soft, supple skin heated with anxiety. Your heart beats with vigor, every beat an ache in your bones and making your mouth feel as if it were stuffed with cotton.

“It’s fine,” you murmur to yourself, your fingers playing with the lace at the bottom edge of the gown. “It’s just our first night together and that’s all it is.” You force for saliva to form in your mouth, only to come up short when nothing comes out. “Virginity isn’t a big deal, it’s a made up thing and-” your voice cracks, stomach flipping with anxiety as you fret nervously waving your hands in front of you. “It’s Dia,” you tell yourself, “I know him. He’s my partner and I’m his and it’s going to be alright.” You sick in a breath through pursed lips, your nerves calming for a second. “All I need to do is just say the words and-” you suck in a deep breath, already breathless before anything has happened- “and I’ll enjoy myself.”

You give a final look at yourself, eyes fluttering to where the hem barely covers past your underwear, the matching underwear pulled tight against your hips. Your hand goes to cup your breast, the cups of the gown only barely covering your nipples, the lace of it, threatening to expose more than you would like so early on. You pull your fingers to straighten the small bow, between the cups. With an encouraging nod given to the mirror, you go to rest yourself on the bed, your legs pinched together, fingertips tapping on your thighs. The clock in the room chimes at the hour, a soft tune that rings into the air. You’re tempted to spray more perfume on you, but you falter, your legs stiff as you contemplate wondering if it’ll only overwhelm him.

Ever present and ever moving, the clock continues, minute passing after minute, until just one is left. It hadn’t taken you long to figure out that Diavolo is precise in his timing; whether it be because of Barbatos or because as a future king, he’d have to be precise, you still have yet to ask. But you do know that he comes to the room at eight minutes after the hour, every day without fail, unless a meeting happens to run long but even then, he’s messaged you long before the hour has even neared. Now, you wait, the minutes ticking by and never have you felt time more slow, excruciating as you wait for him to arrive and every second that passes, your nerves start to build. You can’t seem to trust the clock, wondering if it’s been messed with, you reach for your D.D.D., the screen flickering on with the time displayed only for the door to open. You drop the item, returning it to its place, as you stand. Your hands straighten out the nightgown, the lace unruffled and returned to it’s delicate position.

He takes a step inside, his eyes immediately finding you. Your fingers fiddle with the hem, only to pull them away when you decide that you want to be seen as someone with confidence rather than a nervous wreck when trying to initiate something past just teasing touches and kisses. He closes the door behind him, carefully removing his suit jacket and hooking it over his forearm. His smile ever growing, eyes flickering to your frame, resting at your breasts before rising to meet your gaze.

“What do I owe this surprise?” He asks, removing his shoes, eyes off of you for a moment. You smile nervously, interlacing your hands together to avoid them from touching your gown once more. He walks to stand before you, his hands gripping at the jacket and with him being so close you can see the glint in his eyes. “Cat got your tongue?”

You chuckle nervously, breaking your gaze from him. “You’re getting better at human phrases,” you say in a whisper, your gaze locked at the corner leg of the nightstand.

“Is this my reward for learning more about human culture? I must say, if this is what I get to have as a prize, I’ll be more committed to my studying.” His hands go to hold you by the hips, thumbs rubbing circles around the fabric, a small smile on his lips when you let out a quiet yelp. “Now, while I’m not saying I don’t trust you, I don’t believe my understanding of idioms is something that’s encouraged this presentation of yourself to me.” He takes a small step closer to you, his chest flushed against yours, his hands circling to your lower back. You can feel the warmth of his hands through the thin fabric. It’s comforting, his arms around you remind you of being hugged by a blanket fresh from the dryer- safe and warm. You still look at the chipping wood, your gaze focused, a frown playing at your lips when a hand leaves your back, coming to cup at your face, turning you to look at him. “Sweetheart? Is something the matter?”

Your hand comes to hold his hand, sliding your face downward until your mouth is covered by your hand, your face burning under his grasp. Your lips brush along his palm as you speak in a quiet whisper. “I want to have sex.” There’s a gentle squish against your face, his fingers pressing lightly into the fat of your cheeks, your eyes flickering upwards to his that are wide with shock. Staring into his, you press further. “Is that okay?”

“Of-” his voice catches and he clears his throat, turning away for a moment, returning with a flushed face. “Of course it is. I’m- Are you sure? I’m happy with our arrangement as is, we don’t have to rush if you don't’-”

You pull his hand downwards, letting it go once it passes your chin. His hand falls and rests on your chest, over your beating heart. “Dia?” He closes his mouth, brows raising in a questioning expression. “I really want to do this, please.” He nods excitedly, lowering himself, his hands brushing against your breasts as they return to your hips. His lips ghost above yours, his breath sweet and hands holding onto you tightly. Your hands rest against the swell of his chest, hands gripping onto the tie, pulling him lower to you. “Just, be gentle, okay?”

He lets out an amused scoff, nodding his head, eyes fluttering close. With a guiding hand, he pushes you gently, until the back of your legs hit at the edge of the bed. “Of course, my love,” he mutters, pressing his lips against yours.

You whine, tugging on his tie, a silent request for him to remove his clothing before you both rest on the bed. He nods into the kiss, briefly pulling away from you to loosen his tie and toss it backwards to the couch that is pressed against the wall. As he undresses, your hands come to the hem, tracing the lace underneath your fingertips, as before you can pull it off, his hands grab at your wrists.

“Forgive me,” he mutters, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips and despite him being so close to you, you miss him pressed against you. “But I wish to be the one to remove your gown.” He kisses you, his tongue teasing at your bottom lip, pulling away, a smile on his face when he sees your pout. “Will you do me the honor of being allowed to see you?”

You swallow nervously, nodding at his question. “Of course.” You kiss him once more, his hands teasing at the bottom lace of your gown and arousal begins to leak, thin and sweet as it pools onto your underwear, staining the cotton. Your hands rest against his shoulders, feeling the warmth and softness of his skin, eyes flickering to see faint scars curve against him.

You mutter his name between your lips, his hands rising to fiddle with the straps of the gown, letting them fall past your shoulders. A rush of adrenaline spikes throughout your body and you press yourself further into him and the kiss, desperate to feel him. He kisses you feverishly, pulling your hands away from you, a silent nod to lift your arms. The thin fabric flutters above you like a kiss from a phantom, your body covered in pricks as a shiver runs down your body. The lace touches against your nipples, the soft buds beginning to harden under the light touch.

Diavolo kneels before you, his breath hot against your breasts, your body burning as your mind clicks together as what he’s about to do. His lips latch onto a breast, the nipple sucked into his mouth. You let out a noise of surprise, your brows knitted together as his hands go to hold the breasts- one hand fondling at the breast that isn’t in his mouth while the other holds the breast closer to him, finger pads digging into the fat of the skin. His tongue is coarse, the wet muscle teasing at your sensitive bud, cheeks hollowing as he nurses on your teat. When he pulls away, a string of spit connects his mouth to your puffy nipple, his face flushed and your legs pinched together, hands tight on his shoulders to avoid you from touching yourself. He goes to the other dry breast, quickly latching on and sucking, letting the tip of his tongue nudge at your pebbled bud. Your hips stutter, your hands going to cover your mouth as your chest rises and dips with heavy breaths, a surprising high approaching from the sheer touch and play of his mouth with your breasts. You whimper his name under your touch, but he remains fixated on your breasts, his hand sliding down and grabbing at his member, his arm moving in slow and steady motions, his moans vibrating against your bud. Spit dribbles down the soft curve of your breasts, latching onto your abdomen and slipping to your tummy, your hands trembling as you peel them off of your face and go to cradle the back of his head.

“It feels so good, Dia,” you murmur, shuffling your legs bit by bit, desperate to gain any sort of friction. “It feels too good,” you whine, tears beading at the corners of your eyes, face heavy with a burning heat with your lower belly strains with a knot pulled tight. You muffle a whine with your hand, feeling a heavy discharge leak past your virgin entrance. “Please,” you croak out, heavy with lust, “just touch me already.”

He pulls away with a smack, his eyes drooping heavy, and his hand stopping its movements. “Would you like for me to touch you?” His eyes glance down to your spit coated breasts, a smile on his lips as he returns his gaze to you. “More than I already have?” You nod, grabbing his arm and trying to edge it closer to you. “Ah, ah,” he tuts, pulling his hand away. “I want to hear you say the words.” He smiles at your reaction, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. “Humor me, and I’ll promise it’ll be worth your while.”

You stand straighter, forcing confidence to form in your nervous body. “Diavolo-” his smile turns wicked at the use of his full name- “please touch me. I want you to touch me before anyone else.”

He gives you a quick nod. “As you wish, my love.” He pushes you to lay down on the bed while he crawls between your legs, his eyes focused on your hidden cunt.

His mouth presses against your covered cunt, tongue running flat against your leaking slit. Your legs kick, your hands going to clutch at the covers, when your arousal leaks in heavy discharge, sliding out of your cunt. You can feel his lips suck against the fabric, teeth at the cloth carefully and slip his tongue out to taste your essence that has seeped into your underwear. It’s teasingly slow, as he tastes your cunt, slurping heavily on you, his hands tugging on the waistband. He slides your underwear past your thighs, your cunt still leaking and shining against your inner thighs, the fabric is heavy with your scent, pulled down your legs and against your ankle, and finally you are bare in front of him. Your body is heated, flushed with flames and excitement, burning your from the inside. He stares at your exposed sex and out of instinct, you go to close them, only to be stopped by his hands.

Diavolo murmurs something too low for you, his lips against your legs, peppering kisses upwards, until his breath is fanning against your sex. You wait with bated breath, legs slowly coming up to a bend. He takes a hesitant lick, running from your slit to your clit, your hands bunching the covers under you. Your arousal is thick, slipping onto his tongue, sweet like honey, and thick like molasses. His tongue invades your sex, his hands going to grab your hips, holding you down to the bed. You whine, bucking your heat into his face, desperate to feel the heavy weight of his tongue, the harsh feeling of it that tugs against your pulsing clit. His lips wrap around the sensitive bud, sucking it gently into his mouth, akin to how he suckled on your breasts just minutes ago. He holds you close to him, never seeming to take breaths as he ravages your cunt, leaving it wet with spit and cream. His tongue is rough, the muscle larger than any that you have seen, teeth sharp and yet they avoid your delicate cunt. He takes his time, patient with no real motive to pick up the pace, no matter how much you beg, the hold on your hips steady when you begin to buck your hips, desperate for more of him and the pleasure that he’s giving to you so freely.

The more that he continues, the deeper that his tongue pushes, the more that you can feel the knot in your lower belly start to tighten, a building pressure that presses against your body. His hands finally let your hips go, two thick fingers rubbing lightly against your clit, nothing more than a ghost over you, touching and loving your body in such a teasing way that the edge of your orgasm seems to mock you. His tongue is inside, the muscle squished by your virgin walls, the feeling of his tongue so deep in you awkward and welcomed. He curls himself inside of you, his fingers rubbing in circular motions, only to replace his tongue inside of your sex.

His fingers are thick, deep inside of you. They stretch you in a sharp pinch of pain, your eyes watering and hands going to tug at his rust colored hair. You pant his name, so desperate to have him push himself further inside of you. His tongue circles around you, flicking at the bud that twitches; spilling with arousal, creamy and warm sliding onto his fingers. Your body tense, your eyes pinched closed as the knot in your stomach snaps, waves of pleasure washing across your body. Your moans are loud and broken, sung unto the room of his, only for his ears as he keeps a steady pace, only to remove his fingers at the last second to replace with his tongue. You taste sweet, slipping down his throat in syrupy strands until his belly is full. He suckles in your slick admiring at how it slips down his throat easily, every bit of it better than anything he’s ever tasted and he wishes for this to be his meal, to have the taste replicated until he’s drunk off of it, the toxin so imbedded into his body, that he is unable to live without it.

He rises above you, his chin glistening with your orgasm, pupils dilated and there’s sparks in the air, his eyes hungers and tongue out as he pants, heavy drops of drool that stick to his tongue and drip slowly onto your chest. “Did I do good?” You nod your head, gasping for breath, your eyes fluttering to a close. He hums in satisfaction, his lips against yours and you can taste yourself on his tongue. “We’re not done yet.” You slowly open your eyes, coming to rise on your elbows, him peeling away from you, sweat thin on your body. “I’d think we’d both enjoy it if you took over for a bit, hm?” he lifts you to your knees, laying back down, his arms bent behind his head, looking up at you with a kittenish smile, his erection beading out with pearly buds. “You’re free to go at your own pace.”

You’re slow to rise above him, your body weak and shaking with post-orgasm waves, and you’re sure that he hadn’t expected for you to move given his wide eyes. You perch yourself on his lap, arousal leaking and staining your inner thighs and his outer thighs. You look at his cock, seeing it much larger and thicker than what you’ve witnessed in the media. You swallow nervously, hands going to wrap around his cock. The head of it ends in texture bumping around, flaring it at the end ever-so-slightly. The shaft of the cock is layered in thick ridges, plump veins that run across his cock, the member hot in your hands, pulsing as beads of pre-ejaculate slide down and stick to the side of your index.

“Dia, love, I don’t know if it’ll fit,” you murmur truthfully, examining the cock in your hand, giving it a slight pump, your lips parted as it twitches in your hand. “It’s er, a lot bigger than what I had imagined.”

He rises to his elbows, and you meet his golden eyes. There’s a smile on his lips, playful and eyes sparkling like the sun that you miss. “So you’ve thought about me before?” He lets out a laugh when you frown. “I’ve stretched you with my fingers so there shouldn’t be that much of a pinch. Just take what you can princess, I know you’ll do a good job either way.”

You rise above him, the tip of his cock, pressed against your entrance. You can feel the weight of it, pressed so close to you. You slowly slip yourself down, eyes brimming with tears, the cockhead stretching past what his fingers had. The ridges and small bumps that flare against his cockhead add waves of pleasure to you, the bumps presing close to your walls and molding your walls to your shape. He curves mid way, a soft curve that is barely distinct, but able to feel as it’s inside of you. You let out a hiss, clenching tight around him, your hands on his abdomen, digging into his skin.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. You feel so good. You’re almost halfway in, love. Come on, keep going.” His hands grapes your thighs, nails pressing against the skin, as you sink lower, a cry escaping past your lips when you reach the swell of his cock. You lean down, hands sliding to grab onto his chest, nipples hardened under your touch. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumbs over your thighs in arches. “Keep going, let me see you with my cock inside of you.” You can feel every inch of him inside of your body, pulsing and squishing against your velvety walls.

You whine, gripping onto his breasts, his nipples, pressed against your palm. You slip to his base, moaning at the feeling of him inside. You lower your head, moving your hips pitifully against him. “Fu- Full,” you murmur, your hands loosening their grip on his chest. “I feel full, Dia.” Tears curve down your face, your cunt clenching around him. You feel as if he’s invading your body, pressed against everything inside of you.

“Then allow me.” His hands are on your hips, raising you and letting you drop back onto his cock. You whine loudly, calling his name and letting your head loll forward. “I wish you could see how cute you looked right now.” You whimper at his words, your breasts bouncing at the movement, but you are too weak to cover them. “So completely fucked out of your mind and I’ve only started.” You clench around him when he thrusts his hips upwards, burying himself deep in you. “You’ve taken my entire cock despite only being a virgin-” his eyes flicker downward, and he glances upwards- “I hope it isn’t too painful, love.” You shake your head, rolling your bottom lip into your mouth. “What a good girl, you are. Taking me entirely without a complaint, truly something to be proud of. It’s quite a sight to marvel seeing you like this. How long would it take you to be fucked silly, hm? To have you drooling over the thought of my cock, to have you beg for my seed?” Every word is met with a thrust deep into you, your cunt clenching and seeping down with arousal, another wave of pleasure riding throughout your body. Your cunt quivers, clenching tight around him as you spill. “So darn cute, it really should be a crime.” He situates himself, sitting up right, pulling you close to him in a lover’s embrace. “Thank goodness, you’re fucking the Lord, huh?” You can hear the smile on his voice and you retaliate by biting his shoulder, resulting in a chuckle.

He wastes no time, fucking you deep and hard, loud clicking echoing in the room, the bright light of the lamp illuminating your body. For a brief moment, he wished this were on the beach, where his sun would shine against your body, everything that is his surrounding your body and giving you warmth all at once. But for now, He has you in his private chambers, held close as he takes his time, feeling every way that your cunt closes and wraps around him. You’re so soft, so cute and small compared to him that it’s almost as if he were with something so delicate, so pure and untouched that he shouldn’t even be here in this position. But you call his name, pleading and begging for him, so close to him that he can feel your heart.

He spills inside of you, thick and creamy. It fills your body, swelling ever so slightly, thick with his seed as he stays buried inside of you, hands held tightly onto you, nails that threaten to turn into claws are restrained, hoping that no skin breaks. Bruises are left, large and in place of his fingertips and he holds you still. He keeps himself inside, pulling out when he’s drained for the moment, and instantly, everything inside of you, gushes out. It’s frothy, spilling out in copious amounts, his cock still erect and resting against your belly. You spill his seed onto the bed covers, a frown on his lips at the waste of it. Nonetheless, he keeps you close, watching as you gasp for breath, your hands going cup your stomach. He peppers your face with kisses as everything spills out of you.

You can feel your body lowered, shifted and turned, pressed and covered by something warm. Diavolo asks, holding you close in his arms, your body limp above him. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?” He presses his face against the soft curve of your neck, kissing at the exposed skin, suckling softly until marks are left in his wake. You murmur a soft “no”, pulling yourself closer to him, laying beside him. “Do you want to take a shower?” Your words are slurred together and he chuckles, turning his body to welcome you into his arms. You bury your head into his chest, wrapping your arms around him- as much as you can. “How about I wake you up when you’ve gotten proper rest?” He can feel you nod, your movements slower and heavier than moments before. His lips peck at the top of your head, eyes gleaming like gold smiling down at your sleeping frame.

[willow-darling]

Wake up call (regina mills x female reader)

!! WARNINGS !! READ THIS FIRST BEFORE READING AHEAD !!

This is smut. The following kinks are in it: morning sex, mommy kink, fingering, dom and sub, and other things.

It's basically lesbian smut.I wrote this out from my dr, I shifted to ouat and got an idea for the smut. There she can read my mind, it's a soulmate thing I added. This was also the first smut I ever wrote so don't be too harsh. I write better now, but I still love this one.

Enjoy!! You have been warned!!

I wake up in my usual position, laying with Regina, her holding me while I lay against her chest. But this morning, I woke up a lot more, needy, than usual, and since it was quite peaceful, I thought it’d go away. Until I noticed Regina’s leg being right between mine, intertwined in a way. I just look at the sleeping goddess in front of me, unsure of what to do, I just lay still and try to fall back asleep.

Until she suddenly moves, pulling you a bit closer and moving her leg against your panties, making a whimper come out. You now know she’s awake, or at least, a little.

Because of the friction, she was making with her leg, you couldn’t help but moan softly, and giving in to your own instincts, slightly grinding on her thigh, trying to stay silent. Suddenly you heard a low and raspy voice saying, “Well good morning, princess. This certainly is a nice surprise.”

“Shit she’s awake!” you thought, forgetting that she can hear that and getting the immediate response: “I am, darling. Although you seem more active than me, so early in the morning, too! How scandalous of you.”

You looked up at the woman, seeing a big smirk on her face, along with the look she gave you, very pleased with herself but also a look filled with lust. If your breathing wasn’t shaky enough, it would be now.

“Oh don’t let me stop you from finishing what you started. I wanna see it too, princess.” She whispered, “Or do you need my help because you can’t do it yourself?”

The way she knew the right things to say to get you going, was amazing, but also so bad. Because you knew it’d be a thing she’d be repeating today. So, you just kept quiet, unsure of what to say or do, until Regina grabbed your hips and pulled you further towards her, saying “Don’t lie to me, I can feel it, remember? You’re not that good at hiding your needy eyes, not at all. Perhaps we should do something about that,”

She chuckled lowly, this usually scared you, but in an exciting way. Only, right now you didn’t feel that exciting, scared feeling, you just needed her, so bad. The only thing you could mutter out was: “please, mommy...”

You knew very well what was going to come next, and on queue, “Please what, princess? I can’t help you if I don’t know what you need.” She said with a smirk, softly stroking your hair. This gave you that false feeling of her being soft, knowing damned well what would happen the moment you told her what to do. No more softness, not until after. And yet, you still melted into her arms, obeying her commands.

“Please help me, mommy. You know I can’t do it by myself.” You said, blushing, still embarrassed at these moments, but immediately getting a reassuring kiss. “You know I don’t judge you for that, princess. It just means you’ll always need me to finish, which feels nice.” She smirked, now paying attention to the mess that was you on her thigh, soaking, already.

Deciding not to torture you with her leg between yours, she flipped you over. You being on the bottom, her on top. Getting a questioning look, “Are you sure you want this, you don’t have to, don’t do it because I want you to.” You reassured her it was something you wanted by grabbing her face and kissing her, getting a chuckle and a big smile. Because you rarely do this, but she loves it when you do.

She pulls away, wanting to put down some rules. Saying “You know the basics, tell them to me.”

You repeated the rules she had set, feeling safe with her, because she did take good care of you, even with this. “I can only cum when you tell me to when I ask and you say yes. We use the traffic light system or the bandana system.” “what do those two mean?” She asked, testing you on it,

“Traffic light system is where you name a colour after telling me an action, or during an action. If I say “green” It means I’m okay with it and you can go/continue, if I say “orange” it means that you need to pause for a moment, and when I say “red” it’s me telling you to stop. The bandana system, one we frequently use, is where you give me a bandana to hold, and if I need you to stop, I drop it.” You say, having gone over this quite a lot because she wanted to make sure you were comfortable, not just her.

“Good girl,” Regina said, smirking, as you kissed her again. She takes over, kissing you deeply and trailing her hand up to your chest, not needing to take off a shirt, since you slept shirtless. She started playing with one of your nipples, knowing the sensitivity they had.

A quiet moan escaping your mouth as she stopped kissing you and moved her mouth over to the nipple, expertly using her tongue, knowing all the various movements to drive you crazy. And they did.

You needed a lot more than just that, you wanted a lot more than that. Your neediness bubbling up and moaning out, “Mommy, please… I need more… touch me, please.”

She looked up, going to your face again and kissing you. “Of course, princess, since you asked so nicely, it would be cruel of me not to do anything.” She smirked, locking eyes with you to see your reaction as she started playing with your nipple again, while her left hand was slowly trailing down to your core. Leaving little marks with her nails until she reached the inside of your thigh, where she felt you through your panties. “So early and already soaking wet? Poor baby, mommy will help you out.”

You never broke eye contact, keeping her intense look on you, feeling every single thing she did. She had a mischievous look in her eyes, that she was planning something.

Regina knew exactly what to do, something you hated and both loved. She moved her hands onto the side of your panties, removing them quickly as she noticed it was something she bought for you. “feeling special, with that particular underwear?” She smirked, slowly rubbing through your folds at a torturous speed, making you needier and wetter.

Without a warning she slammed two fingers into you, still watching your look, which shifted as you broke the eye contact. You moaned loudly, bucking your hips into her hand, needing so much more than she was giving. Your breathing became a bit erratic, resulting in the woman giving you a more calming look, laying herself on top of you, syncing your breathing.

She loved you too much to make you have a panic attack, even if it was a very gay one, it could always turn into an actual one. But she knew that this would work because this happened a lot, you needed to concentrate on what was happening, so you wouldn’t be surprised. She kissed you again, calming you down effectively as she looked at your eyes asking if she can go. You said “green” meaning she could start.

She nodded at the colour, starting to thrust in and out of you slowly, making you moan and whine. Because she thrusted at a torturously slow pace. In… out… in…. out…, you thought, accidentally looking at Regina again, seeing her enjoying every second of your whines.

“More...” You managed to get out, mind fogged by your neediness, but Regina understood, nodding at picking up her pace, finally going at a nice and stable rhythm you liked.

You moaned loudly as the woman kissed you, saying “Don’t want to wake up the neighbours now, do we?” She joked because the walls were extra thick, purely for this purpose.

You couldn’t think, except for the part where she was fucking you, your hips bucked in the rhythm Regina was pumping in, she used her thumb to play with your clit, rubbing slow circles, at a very different pace. You liked this a lot and you were very close to the edge already. Remembering the rule and getting out “Mommy… please… I-I’m close, can I cum, please?”

She looked at you with a sympathetic look, “You have been a very good girl, so I’ll let you. Cum for me, princess.” She cooed, still pumping your fingers but moving herself to your core, wanting to taste it.

It didn’t take long for you to come undone, the woman quickly removing her fingers and expertly used her tongue to help you ride out your orgasm, making you come a second time. The moment she started fucking you with her tongue, it had made you feel all wet again.

This time, when you were done, she kissed you, “Taste yourself, princess, you’ll love it.”

She was right, and you enjoyed every bit of it as you sneakily slid your own hand down her panties, knowing she had a need too, that needed to be taken care of. Regina looked at you in surprise saying “Baby, you don’t need to do that.” You admitted you wanted to and immediately slipped two fingers in, making the woman whimper. You loved pleasing her, the sounds and faces she made at you made you so happy, she reassured you were doing well. Guiding your hands as to where to place them, successfully thrusting into her with your two fingers, picking up the pace as you heard her moan, uncontrollably. All you could hear was “Good girl, making mommy feel good.”

You carefully slid her panties off, throwing them into the room. Wanting to do the same, taste her, which Regina encouraged. You did as you were told, seeing her throw her head back in pleasure, with her gaping mouth open, a moaning mess. You decided you were going to tease her a little more, by putting your mouth on her clit, sucking and using your tongue to move the small nerve bundle, making everything 10x worse.

With a few last thrusts and licks, she came with a moan, that pulled you closer, biting down on your neck, to muffle herself. After she had ridden out every last bit you went down and “cleaned” her, using every single trick you knew, wanting her to come a second time, now that the sensitivity was high. You did it quite easily, the woman grinding on your face, and you slightly moaned at the feeling. Suddenly she came all over your face and into your mouth, you cleaned her up for real this time and kissed her.

“You taste so good, mommy,” you said, being tired, “I need some more sleep, I’m a bit tired.”

The woman kissed you and handed you a small drink, taking care of you, “I know princess, thank you” She cooed, laying down next to you, and falling back asleep together again.

[shoutogepi]

Worth the Wait

Todoroki Shouto

word count : 9.2k

[ ☁︎, ☀︎, ✘ (nsfw 18+) ] (v lowkey angst//fluff)

themes : virgin!Shouto, experienced!reader (well, more than Sho anyway lol), praise kink?, lil baby couples quarrel, make up sex, and also he’s kinda hung lmfao idk if that’s relevant 💀

bio : You can’t help but notice that every time things start to heat up with your Pro-Hero boyfriend, he shuts you down. After politely ignoring his initial rejections, your frustrations build up, and you decide to confront him.

author’s note : so this fic was inspired by a conversation with the lovely astrid ( @todoscript​ ), who is becoming my cherished shouto confidante! we didn’t talk about it for very long, and it was awhile ago... but my brain would not move on so… this happened. i figured if i’m going to type so much about him i may as well write a fic. thanks for listening to my constant yelling, hope you enjoiii <3

side note : both shouto and reader are meant to be young adults in this fic!! i was thinking somewhere around 25-30 (i didn’t specify the age in the fic) but i thought i would make note of this as that’s considered “old” to still have your v-card, by American society at least (hence why sho kept that info from reader)

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🅃he first time it happened, you tried to play it off as if you hadn’t made a move.

The last few of your friends had finally departed from the Saturday game night you had thrown, leaving just you, Shouto, and the slow, hot tango of your tongues. You hadn’t seen each other all week— with him being busy with his hero work, and you being busy with your comparatively-mundane job, you didn’t get to spend as much time together as you would have liked. Although it was an obstacle for your relationship, you were both young adults as well as devoted professionals, which allowed the two of you to remain on the same page most of the time. It was typical for you to text and call one another for a few hours after work (granted you both had the time to spare) before passing out mid-conversation, your phone screen still lit up and gentle snores exchanged through the speakers. But like any sane girlfriend, having him in person, right in front of you, was always your favorite.

What had started as a peck had quickly evolved into a full on make-out session— Shouto had pulled you halfway onto his lap when you tried to move back from your initially-stealthy kiss, an appreciative hum rumbling through him as his large hands cupped around your face. You didn’t fight him as he brought your lips back to his, and you failed to stop him when those very same hands began to glide down your back, parking just above your ass. His fingers had gradually started to fiddle with the tops of your jeans, thumb running over the denim and dipping down to graze against your skin through your thin blouse.

Yet when your hands slipped underneath the bottom of his shirt, he pulled back from you, heterochromatic eyes guarded as he removed your hands. You had immediately picked up on his reluctance, and threw yourself off of him onto the other side of the couch, embarrassment scorching the back of your neck. Shouto left not long after that, for you had made up some lousy excuse that you were tired and would like to go to sleep, when sleep was really the opposite of your innermost desires.

This would have been all fine and good— because consent was consent after all, and you had no intentions of pushing him to do something he was uncomfortable with— had the same thing not happened just two weeks later. There you were thinking it would be a cute, coupley evening of watching movies and tossing popcorn at each other, resting your head against his shoulder and being content with just that— when then all of the sudden he was pinning you onto the sheets and kissing you til you couldn’t breathe. His hands, once again, wandered all over your clothed torso, palms mapping out each dip and curve as his tongue entertained yours in your mouth.

You were hesitant to kiss him at first, recalling how you had horrifically killed the mood last time, but as his advances became more passionate, you slowly allowed your defenses to slip back, excitement building inside of you. It was only when your legs tightened around his waist, your core brushing up along his thigh and causing you to let out the softest moan did he pull back. That same calm, cool expression was on his face, though his eyes were a bit wider than usual. There was also the tiniest hint of pink dusting his pale cheeks, his lips parted as he gathered himself. It was rather awkward after that— neither of you really knew what to say— so you crawled back to your spot and sat in silence for the rest of the movie, your hands eventually wandering out to hold onto each other. After sharing a soft kiss and exchanging “goodnight”s, you returned to your place, ready for an extra long appointment with your vibrator.

Unfortunately for you, this became a common occurrence. It wasn’t that you hated the steamy make-out sessions with your as-hot-as-they-come boyfriend, no— you thoroughly enjoyed them. The part that you absolutely loathed was returning to your place with your panties soaked all the way through, your sexual frustration meter only climbing higher and higher.

You loved your boyfriend! And of course you respected his wishes. You would wait for however long he wanted, because you wanted your first time together to be special. But fuck, did he have to heat you up just to leave you hanging every time? If he wanted to wait, then fine! But, God, what had you done to deserve this torture? You couldn’t get past first base— you’d never even rubbed your body erotically against his except for that time on his bed, and that was by accident!

And that was what you told the ladies during your Thursday night all-girl conference call, finally needing to vent and get this selfish feeling off your chest. It had been a long time coming, quietly brewing over the many instances of him stunting your advances that you came to a realization.

Enough was enough! You were going to ask him why he wouldn’t go any further with you, and whatever his answer may be, at least you would know what he was thinking! You felt like a weight had been lifted off of you, the girls cheering you on and wishing you luck as you said goodbye, ready to confront him.

— - — - — - — - —

Now that you’re standing here in front of his door, it seems like a foolish plan you’ve made. Your heart is beating out of your chest, thumping frantically against your ribcage as your fist is frozen in the air, knuckle about to connect with the door. Your stomach feels tight and low, throat dry with apprehension as your brain runs through every possible outcome. What would he say once you ask him your question?

Perhaps your breath stinks and it turns him off? Or maybe he doesn’t like the perfume you wear— or is it the way you dress that he doesn’t like? What if the reason he always stops you… is because he’s not sexually attracted to you?

Now that you think about it, you’ve never seen him pop a boner during your tongue wrestling matches, and the realization nearly causes your soul to leave your body. Even though the thought horrifies you, you try your best to reassure yourself that’s not the case. You had caught Shouto checking you out on multiple occasions, his eyes igniting a delicious heat on your skin. Whatever the case, you’re in this too deep to chicken out now. So with that, you let your knuckles rap on the door, steeling your nerves.

There’s a moment of quiet shuffling before your boyfriend opens the door, a pleasantly surprised smile on his face. His hair is wet and freshly washed, shining droplets collecting at the ends and making him appear even more handsome than usual. The gray tee thrown over his broad shoulders has damp spots from the runoff, and you take a second to admire the way his chest looks in the clingy material. “Hey, love,” he says, his voice alone causing goosebumps to rise along your forearms.

You allow him to guide you into his apartment, the door clicking shut behind him quietly. “Hi Sho,” you greet back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and leaning up to kiss him.

Shouto chuckles against your eager lips, long arms gathering you into his chest. When he pulls away, he tucks your head underneath his chin, placing another kiss on your crown. “I missed you.”

Your heart throbs, happiness surging through you and butterflies bursting into your stomach. “I missed you more,” you reply playfully, burying your face between his broad pecs and inhaling his warm, wintery scent. The smell of fresh detergent lingers on the fabric, mixing with his clean aroma and making your tummy flip in circles.

“Impossible,” Shouto quips back, holding your waist tight as he dips you backwards just enough for your feet to leave the ground before he presses his lips to yours again, rendering you breathless. He pulls you back upright after a moment, a cheeky smirk on his face as you try to remember what you were talking about before. “Come in, sit down. I was just finishing up some work, I’ll get you something to drink.”

Following his instruction, you move further into his apartment, gravitating toward the couch and inspecting the files laid out on the coffee table before you. The words blur together for you, the foreign hero work forms long and in what might as well be another language. You lean back onto the cushions as Shouto returns, a glass of water in his hand. Frost forms on the glass as he hands it to you, taking a seat beside you with his knee brushing against yours. You smile at his consideration, taking a small sip even though you’re not really thirsty.

“Was there something you came over here for specifically, love? Forgive me if I’ve forgotten, but I don’t believe we had plans?” He’s looking directly at you, eyes locked with yours as his hand comes to land on the top of your knee. Even just an innocent movement like that has you on alert, your breath catching in your throat as he gives a gentle squeeze.

“Uh… no reason,” you answer lamely, crumbling under the pressure of his watchful eyes. “Just wanted to see you.”

Shouto’s gaze lingers on you carefully, and for a second you feel like you’ve been caught in a trap. But he lets it go, his lips forming a soft smile as he lays his arm around your shoulders. “Well, I’m glad to see you too,” he replies honestly. His fingers caress your arm as his hand falls down to your waist, and he leans in to press another kiss to your cheek. You lean into his affection, mouth curving in content. “So, what would you like to do?” Shouto asks as he shuffles the files away into their manilla envelopes, creating a neat pile in the far corner of the table. He leans back into the cushions, fingers fondly stroking at your side. “We could go out to eat? We could try this new bar afterwards, too, it’s across from my agency. If you’re alright to go out.”

You can’t focus on his words, really— you’re too lost in your own thoughts. Why does he have to touch you like this every time, when if you act on it, he’ll only push you away? You’ve been together for a long while now, and still, he doesn’t take initiative to further your relationship. Every bone you’ve thrown his way has been perfectly deflected, with no sign of weariness from him. If he doesn’t want you, is it because he’s not into you anymore?

An ugly thought rears its head in the midst of your anxiety’s dark clouds.

Maybe he never was.

Taking your silence as an answer, Shouto continues on, looking towards the kitchen over his shoulder. “Or we could buy groceries and make dinner. I think I have bok choy in the fridge, but we’ll have to buy some meat. And noodles, if you want those instead of rice. I’m sure I have that sesame sauce you like, I—” He pauses as you grab his hand, your fingers looping tight around his warm palm, sliding them to rest on your thigh.

With the summer just fading into fall, you were wearing something to showcase the smooth expanse of your thighs, and as you guide his hand to touch your soft skin, a delicate blush blooms across Shouto’s cheeks. The flustered expression on his face only goads you on, and you lean in to capture his lips.

A muffled noise escapes him, your hand coming up to touch his jaw and rub your thumb against his chin. It only takes him a moment to recalibrate before his free hand rises and copies your actions, gliding down the back of your neck before pulling your face closer to his.

You run your tongue against the seam of his mouth, and he swiftly grants you access as his lips move to follow yours. He tastes like mint and sweet herbs, the tea he was entertaining before you came lingering on his tongue. His hand slips out of yours to curl around your waist, grabbing onto your hip and squeezing. As your kisses start getting heavier and slower, your once-occupied hand moves to land on his chest, your thumb pushing into the tender muscle located there. His flesh jumps beneath your touch, but he allows you to continue groping at him through his shirt, his own hands beginning to knead at you. Before you know it, your knee swings over his thighs and you’re hovering on top of his lap, not sitting down on him just yet as you realize the position you’ve put yourself in.

You can notice the change— you’ve faced this exact scenario many times before. Shouto’s hands freeze up, locking into their current position, and he only returns your passionate kisses, not allowing his body much more movement than that. You try to just keep kissing him, but all the doubts and fears quickly pile up inside of you, and you pull away from him. You can’t even look at him. You’re too scared to speak, and too reluctant to get off of him, only leaning back to create a divide between his face and yours. Trying to hide your face before he can see your defeated expression, you dive into his chest, arms folding tight around his neck.

Shouto’s still frozen in place, but he seems to sense your distress. His arms slowly circle around your waist, fingers moving to trace up and down your spine. He softly exhales against your hair, letting out the breath he was holding in ever since you swung onto his lap. “Y/N? Are you alright?” he asks quietly after a brief pause, his voice soft and low, soothing to your wary ears. “You haven’t been acting like yourself today…”

After a long pause, you sigh, trying your best not to get emotional. “It’s just…” I’m so fucking attracted to you but you won’t let me touch you, you want to say, but you’re too terrified to say it aloud. What can you even say to him that would be better than that?

Shouto’s arms around you squeeze gently, indicating his patience in awaiting your answer. “It’s okay,” he murmurs, his lips grazing over your ear and placing a discreet kiss there. “Whatever it is, we can face it together.”

You let out a soft sniffle and Shouto pulls you tighter into his chest, his heart cracking at your sound of sadness. But his words bring a surprising amount of comfort to you, and you clear your throat before you lean back again, looking into his two-toned irises. His gaze is sympathetic, his eyes holding a visible amount of affection and support. “Well, I…”

He nods slightly, leaning forward to show his encouragement. “Go ahead, love…”

“Are… Are you attracted to me?”

It comes out more high-pitched than you would’ve liked, but at least it’s out— and he definitely heard you, judging from the wide-eyed shock painted across his face.

“Am I— What?” He stutters, his head tilting automatically in confusion. “I— of course I’m attracted to you, I’m… you’re my girlfriend.” Shouto looks at you incredulously, his arms falling to his side so that only his hands remain on your hips. “You’re the most attractive person I know, love. You’re gorgeous, inside and out,” he elaborates. “The whole package.”

His compliments butter you up, a small smile forming on your lips as you shyly look to your hands folded in your lap. “Not the whole package…” you mumble, squirming slightly as his hands come to hold either side of your face.

“Yes, the whole package,” he insists, nuzzling your nose against his. “Beautiful,” he declares as he kisses your cheek.

“Kind.” A smooch to the other cheek.

Your heart beats excitedly in your chest, thumping loudly against your ribs with each compliment.

“Courageous.” A kiss to the chin.

“Witty.” A peck to the forehead.

“Sexy?” you blurt it out just as he swoops in to press his lips to yours.

Shouto falters, pulling back just a hair as he looks at you in shock. “S-Sexy?” He doesn’t mean for it to come out as a question, but by the way his cheeks and ears are tinged a bright pink, it’s clear your suggestion was a bit too much for him.

The way he stutters out the adjective in confusion has your heart tearing in two. “Y-You don’t…?”

You’re staring directly at him, his wide eyes locked with yours and his body frozen to the couch. His lips are slightly parted, but no words come out of him.

Silence.

This is not how you want this conversation to go— you aren’t prepared for it to go like this. The tears you had successfully fought off before come back with vengeance.

Only once Shouto sees you hang your head in embarrassment, your eyes getting glassier by the second, he springs into action. “Hey, no, that’s not…” he starts to speak, sounding more worried by the second. His hand goes to cup your face, the warmth of his quirk evident in his touch as his finger dries over a fresh track of tears on your cheek. “I… of course I think you’re sexy, love. I’m sorry, you just caught me by surprise… You don’t think I know how sexy you are?”

You can only reply with a lame shrug, unwilling to let his eyes meet yours as you hide your face behind your curtain of hair. You try to slide off his lap, ready to retreat to the bathroom and wipe away your pathetic tears, but Shouto doesn’t let you move away from him, his arms locking tight around your waist and forcing you to lean against his chest.

“Talk to me, baby,” he pleads, nuzzling into the side of your face. His voice is more gentle than you’ve ever heard before, and you hate to admit your stomach is doing cartwheels at how sweet he’s being. “I love you no matter what, and I hate to see you so upset. I’m not good at figuring these things out on my own, just tell me what’s wrong, love. Please?”

He gives you a few moments to gather yourself, his fingers massaging your stiff muscles as you cling onto him. Once you’re confident enough to speak, your words come out barely loud enough for him to hear. “It’s just that… whenever I think we’re about to take it to the next level, you pull away. I want to respect your boundaries, Sho, but I can’t help but feel like it’s because you don’t… want me.” The hands on your body still at that, your boyfriend taking in a sharp breath as you pause, then decide to continue. “I’m just… so attracted to you, Shouto… I want to be mindful of your limits, but I can’t help but want to touch you all the time. I’m— I’m sorry if that sounds indecent.”

Shouto murmurs your name lowly against your ear, his large palm once again rubbing over your spine in an effort to comfort you as he tries to piece together the correct words. “This is…  a terrible miscommunication, and it’s all my fault...” he sighs, his voice dropping lower and becoming quieter, his insecurities leaking into his voice. “I’m so sorry to have made you feel like this… I promise that’s not the case.”

His words are enough to numb your worries, and you lean back so you’re able to look him in the eye as you wait for him to continue. He takes a deep breath before he sighs again, knowing he has to tell you the truth now, but worrying that he’s about to ruin everything the two of you have built over these past months.

“The reason that I push you away every time is… well, I—” he gulps nervously, and it’s your turn to look at him with encouragement. You take one of his hands in yours, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles as he tries to find the best way to explain his reasoning. “It’s not because you’re unattractive, it’s— I mean, if anything, you’re too… too attractive, and I get…” he trails off, his cheeks now a bright shade of pink that you’ve never really seen before. It’s the first time you’ve seen the usually collected man so flustered, and a part of you feels guilty for causing him such discomfort. Just as you’re about to cut in and tell him he doesn’t have to continue, he does. “I… I’ve never been with anyone… like that before.”

You blink at him in confusion.

Shouto just seems to get even pinker, and he quickly starts explaining himself as he takes in your dazed expression. “I know you probably thought I had all this experience because I’ve been a top Hero for some time now, but I just— I never met anyone before that cared about me like this and I just never wanted to do— well, to do that with a stranger.”

“You’re… a virgin?”

Shouto’s red at this point, his hot side nearly catching fire as he buries his face behind his hand, too embarrassed to face you at this point. “Yes, I’m sorry to disappoint you, love. I just… I’ve never felt like this about anyone before and I— I wanted to impress you so badly, Y/N. I… I should’ve told you this from the start, I’m so sorry to have caused you such doubt.”

His voice is just above a whisper now, his fingers clutching onto the fabric of your shirt as if he’s afraid you’ll get off his lap and walk straight out the front door at his confession. “Shouto…” You can’t stop the smile that begins to curl the corners of your mouth. This is the reason he wouldn’t go any further with you? Not because he didn’t find you attractive? Your heart feels heavy thumping against your ribcage, giddiness flooding your bloodstream.

Your boyfriend gapes at your smile, brows furrowed in confusion. “Wait, you’re not… disappointed?” At the instant shake of your head, his discomfort eases significantly. “R-Really? But everyone thinks I’m, well… kind of a womanizer I guess, I thought you’d at least expect—”

You click your tongue at him, shaking your head as you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “When have I ever given a shit about others’ expectations of you, Shouto? I love you for you, Sho… you make me so happy just as you are.”

Shouto melts at your words, a sigh of relief escaping his lungs as he crushes you to his chest. Your sweet scent fills his nose as he kisses the top of your head, and you bask in his touch as you hug him back. “You’re right, love, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner… I hate that you felt unwanted because of me. I promise, you’re the only one I’ve ever felt this way about, I— I’m so attracted to you as well. I love you so much.”

Your lips meet his in a passionate kiss, all the hurt and doubts that built over the last few months dissolving into the shadows. Only the light, warm feeling of your love is left behind, glowing brighter than ever before.

Shouto’s fingers crawl up the back of your neck, bringing your face closer to his as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping across your lips before you allow him entrance. Your fingers push into his silky hair, nails gently scratching at his scalp and he groans at the action, letting your tongue take control and invade his mouth instead. Your breaths starting to become ragged, you both pull away for a moment to breathe. As you look into each others’ eyes, you both begin to laugh softly, the pair of you equally content with how your heart-to-heart had gone.

“So, you do think I’m sexy, then?” You smirk, pleased with this new knowledge.

Shouto chuckles, nudging your face to the side so he can place a trail of kisses down the column of your throat. “Is that all you got from that?” He teases, nipping at your skin playfully.

You close your eyes, enjoying how his love bites feel on your quickly-heating flesh. “One of a few things…” Your breathing becomes deeper as his lips begin to gently suck on the faded marks he’d just made. “Mmm, Sho~”

He hums as your arms wrap tight around his shoulders, tongue caressing the skin he’s sucked into his mouth. Your thighs twitch on either side of his lap when he pulls away, cold breath cooling the wet, darkened patch of skin on your throat. He swears under his breath as his hands trail down your waist to your hips, thumbs resting on the top of your bottoms.

“Would you, um… want to try something new, then?” You offer, sitting back to look him in the eye, ready to catch any amount of uncertainty in his two-toned gaze. But you find none, for he captures your lips again and nibbles on your bottom lip, another hum or approval vibrating against your mouth.

From there he hands the reins to you, opting to lean back into the cushions of the sofa as your tongue guides his in a slow embrace. Your palms both land on his chest, fingertips starting to massage the thick muscles underneath his t-shirt. Shouto sighs as your hands slide down his torso, and just as they dip underneath he sits up slightly, tearing the flimsy material over his head in one quick sweep. With the fabric out of your way, you try to keep yourself calm, your eyes now feasting on his broad, sculpted chest and abs. Saliva begins to pool in your mouth at the wonderful sight, your tongue poking out to wet your lips as you scan over his physique again and again.

Just as he’s about to make fun of your lustful stare, you move in to place a few light kisses to his jaw and neck, the action making him tense up and flex his gorgeous torso for you. Careful not to leave any marks on his throat, you make your way down his chest, taking a moment to leave a ring of wet smooches around his nipple. The muscles jump again for you, his body sensitive to your foreign touch as you slowly take the bud into your mouth, sucking just enough for him to squirm.

“That kind of… ahh, tickles,” Shouto mumbles as your tongue traces over his skin, his bottom lip between his teeth as you move to the other side of his chest and repeat the action. He sighs as you pull away, welcoming the kiss you place on his lips afterwards. His abs become rigid underneath the slow trail of your fingernails that move south, his eyes opening mid-way through the kiss as your hand grows closer and closer to his pelvis.

Just as he’s about to pull away, you move back from his mouth, your shirt flying over your head and onto the floor behind you. Shouto can barely breathe as he looks at your bare skin, the smooth expanse of your shoulders to your hips on display for him, save for the bra covering your chest. He’s fixated on the tops of your breasts, the round, smooth flesh mesmerizing him completely. Sure, he’s seen your cleavage before, but in comparison to this, that’s nothing.

“W-Wow…” he falters, struggling to tear his gaze off of them. There’s a little bow in the middle of the cloth contraption, and he can’t help but compare the sight before him to a present. Oh, how he wants to unwrap it…

You giggle at his awe-struck expression, your self-esteem soaring higher than it has in months. Just as you’re about to instruct him, he moves a hand to cup one side of your bra, his thumb running over your skin. A whimper escapes you when he squeezes you, his face moving closer so that the tip of his nose runs across your collarbone, his lips ghosting kisses across your chest. You wonder if he can feel your heart racing beneath his lips as they trace the cusp of your bra— how it races when he presses his face between your tits, inhaling the warm, clean smell of you that lingers there. “M-Mphhh, Sho…” you sigh as he sucks a hickey into your skin, his mouth pulling your flesh out from under the fabric cup.

Your hands fumble as they move behind your back to undo the clasp, but Shouto doesn’t have time for that, it seems. Instead, he opts to push the straps from your shoulders, tugging the bottom of the material down your ribs and completely exposing your chest to him without ever moving his mouth from your skin. You still manage to unclasp the confining material, letting it fall to the ground without a care. When he does finally let go of you, he moves back to examine your naked chest, his lower lip disappearing between his straight, white teeth. His eyes are half-lidded, and he dives straight back into your chest, circling around your areola with swift kisses and teasing licks, repeating the same process you had done to him. His warm mouth enveloping your nipple makes you let out a stifled cry, your hips jerking against his lap on their own accord.

Shouto moans at the movement, his hand gently squeezing your other breast as he sucks on the pert bud in his mouth, tongue swirling around it with ease. You reposition so your legs are on either side of one of his, placing your clothed core against the rough material of his jeans and beginning to move your hips in slow, wide movements. It only urges Shouto on, for he switches his attention to the other side of his chest and repeats the same ministrations there, one hand coming to cup your ass and move in tune with your slow gyrations.

At this point you can feel yourself leaking onto your panties, your excitement only multiplying as he allows you to grind against him. You’d never imagined he’d be so eager to touch you, after so much time of him rejecting your advances. But you couldn’t care about that now, with your pussy brushing all over his muscular thigh and his mouth attacking your bare chest. The thrill only increases further when you readjust your hips, moving closer to him and feeling the hardness of his erect cock tucked into the front of his pants. You can feel your cunt twitching around nothing, drooling even more for him as you rub yourself against his front, your head falling back as you start to pant.

Shouto whines at the friction, his face falling into the corner of your neck as he tries to gather himself. Was this what he had been missing out on all this time? He sighs as he wonders what you look like completely naked— how you would look with your legs spread for him, wrapped around his skull, or better yet— his waist. The knowledge that you want him is too tempting— he can’t get enough of you, can’t stop himself from shoving his thumbs under the hem of your bottoms. And then you’re standing, letting your clothing hit the floor and leaving yourself exposed for his eyes, save for your panties which have another little bow at the front. His eyes travel up and down your legs— a part of you that has always attracted him, perhaps a bit too much. They look delicious presented like this before him, bare and inviting all along your calves and thighs, then leading to the panties that barely cover your hips. His cock twitches in his jeans as he inspects the marks he’d just made all across your chest, a possessive conscience inside of him murmuring its satisfaction.

“Is this okay?” You ask as you sink to your knees in front of the couch, looking up at him with cautious, yet lust-ridden eyes. The recognition of your desire makes his own appetite spike, and he nods his affirmation to you.

You smirk up at him, moving closer to him and sliding between his legs. He holds his breath as you start to kiss up his thigh, starting from the inside of his knee and moving your way toward your destination. Your hand reaches up to soothe down his chest, your other hand cupping the underside of his thigh and moving in sync with your mouth. Your fingers finally meet the button on his jeans, and he lets out the breath he was holding as you undo the metal zipper. He helps you peel the denim off his thighs, leaving the material bunched at his knees as you inspect his hard member through his tight, black boxer-briefs. You take a moment to thank whatever God there is for blessing you with such a nice cock; you can tell even through his underwear that he’s long, and thick.

The very tip pokes out of the band at the top, him having tucked it up at some point when the pair of you were initially making out. What you can see is dark pink and glazed with a pearlescent sheen of pre-cum, the material at the top of his briefs slightly damp. The legs on either side of you keep tensing and fidgeting, and as you reach a hand for his shaft his hips shift backwards, away from your touch.

“Hey,” you murmur softly, stroking his thigh as you look up at him. His expression is guarded, but you can see the uncertainty that shines through his gaze, the mask that successfully keeps others out futile to you. “Are you sure you want to continue? It’s okay if we stop here, baby.” You push yourself to sit taller using the tops of his knees, placing a long kiss to his cheek and giving him a nuzzle of understanding.

Shouto frowns, leaning into you and taking a deep breath. “No, I want to… I just, I guess I’m a little nervous? I’m not quite sure what to do…” he explains, unsure of himself.

“You don’t have to do anything,” you reply, kissing his cheek again as you continue. “Just sit back and relax, baby. I promise I’m gonna take care of you, gonna make you feel so good. Let me know if you want to stop at any time, alright?”

He smiles at your understanding, nodding and verbalizing an “Alright” before you capture his lips with yours. You kiss him with all the passion you can muster, and it distracts him enough to relax into the couch cushions, your hand coming up to cup his sharp jawline. Your tongues are busy tangling together when your hand lands on his abs, which jump under your touch but eventually they, too, relax after a few minutes.

When your fingers wrap around his cock through his briefs, he tenses underneath you again, his hips pushing toward you as your hand starts to move up and down. Shouto makes a muffled noise as your hand finds a steady, torturously slow rhythm, your hand squeezing around his thick shaft through the dark, cotton material. His hand comes up to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, fingers curling into the hair at the nape of your neck and pulling slightly. You move your hand in accordance with the muffled sounds that escape him through your kiss, his hushed moans adding fuel to the inferno in your stomach.

After a few minutes of your slow, over-the-briefs handjob, you move back from his searing kiss, a string of saliva extending between your mouths. Your eyes lock with his, intensity sizzling as you both move the briefs off his legs, his cock springing upright in the bottom field of your vision. His length jumps when your fingers brush against the tip, gathering the silvery slickness of his pre-cum and using it to coast your fist down around his shaft, squeezing just enough to create a pleasant tightness around him.

Shouto swears as you start to jerk your fist around his thickness, your smaller hand creating a different sensation and much more appealing visual than the sight of his own fingers wrapped around himself. He moans when your hand glides over the head of his cock, his grip tightening on your hair as his eyelids flutter closed. You kiss his cheek again, catching his attention as he turns to you and allows your tongue to enter his mouth. You take all the whimpers pouring from his lips and greedily swallow them, your lips dancing with his in tune with your strokes.

Slowly you move away from his face, his lips following yours until you gently push him back to rest against the back of the sofa again. He allows you to move him backwards, heaving for air as your hot and heavy kisses leave him breathless. Once you lower your face to his lap, he tenses up, although his hips shuffle forward eagerly. You make sure to lock eyes with him as you move your mouth towards the flushed head of his cock, and you keep his gaze steady as your lips wrap around the very tip of him.

“S-Shit Y/N,” he gasps, watching as his member gradually disappears into your mouth. You glide your lips down his thick length slowly, trying not to overwhelm him as you start to suck on the tip, your hand beginning to jerk his shaft at the same time. When your lips move down, so does your hand, and as Shouto becomes accustomed to the wet, tight heat of your mouth, you slowly take more and more of him into your mouth, until the head of his cock brushes the back of your throat. Shouto throws his head back onto the top of the cushions, a hand pushing his hair off his forehead and backwards as he loudly voices his pleasure in a cacophony of moans.

The noises that slither out of the man underneath you are delicious, and you can’t seem to get enough as your pace begins to pick up. Your hand is still wrapped around the base of his length, his cock too big to fit all the way in your throat, but that doesn’t stop you from trying to take him anyways. Pulling back just long enough to take in a breath of fresh air, you smile at his wrecked expression above you, tongue tracing over your lips. “Mmm, does that feel good, baby? Do you like when I suck your cock like this?”

“Ahhaaaa, fuck— y-yeah, like that, baby… yesyesyes you feel so good,” Shouto blabbers nearly incoherently as your throat glides around his aching member. Given his stuttered response, you happily service him, content to finally have him at your disposal. His length is too impressive to comfortably fit in your mouth, your jaw stretching to accommodate him as you swallow around him, successfully stealing a broken gasp from him in response. You close your eyes and allow yourself to focus on keeping a steady rhythm for both your mouth and hand to follow. His moans just keep getting louder, a breathless array of oh, fuck, shit, yeah, ahh, and yeses with every bob of your head.

As you’re diligently sucking him off, Shouto is barely keeping it together underneath you. His cock is twitching and leaking pre-cum down your throat, his balls heavy with the need to release. He watches your lips move up and down his length, your hand following suit at the very base. His mind wanders as he wonders where you want him to finish; inside your mouth, on your tits, on your face? He groans as he pictures all three, imagining you covered in his sticky seed, wherever it may end up, has him feeling close much too quick. But he can’t stop himself, and he can’t bring himself to stop you, either— you feel so fucking good on his cock. You’re better than he ever could imagine, and it’s just your mouth that’s wrapped around him— he can’t even imagine how between your legs will feel. He barely manages to mumble your name in warning as he feels his climax coming, too charged for him to do anything to stop it.

Luckily you already know he’s about to finish, for his muscles tighten up and strain as ample warning for his imminent release. You move your lips down his cock, taking in as much as you can before he’s calling out your name and shooting a thick, heavy load down your throat. You choke on his release, not much room in your mouth to begin with, with how long and thick he is already. He’s still gushing cum as you pull off of him, a few ropes of white spraying across your lips and chin while his body shakes in ecstasy.

You sit back and wipe his release off your face with your wet hand, licking the excess off your skin as you watch Shouto’s soul return to his body. He’s struggling to catch his breath, eyes barely open as he looks down at you sitting between his legs. Despite the heaviness in his limbs, he still gathers your arms in his hands, pulling you up onto the sofa to hover over his lap. He sighs as he nuzzles his face into your neck, your soft skin helping to draw him back from the euphoric heaven you had just sent him to. His arms wrapping around you loosely, he starts to kiss your neck, his long eyelashes tickling your jaw as he showers your skin in affection. His attention makes butterflies flap around inside your stomach, and that scorching heat ignites again as his fingers slide down your waist to the band of your panties.

You try to draw back to look at him, but Shouto’s grip on you is too secure, and he won’t let you pull away from him as he just nuzzles deeper into your neck. You can’t help but gasp when his fingers dive underneath the sides of your panties— his palms gliding against your bare hips and digits splaying across your ass. “S-Sho,” you whine as he cups your ass cheeks, pulling your hips to slot above his, his cock already erect again. You whimper when he guides you closer to him, the very tip of his cock catching at just the right angle to brush against the wet patch on your underwear. Hell, the whole underside of your panties is soaked with your arousal, your pussy probably more saturated than ever before. You’re so turned on, you can’t think straight as your hips begin to weakly shift back and forth, rubbing his cockhead along your clothed slit.

Shouto sighs as his hand recedes from your panties, instead moving to rub your dripping slit through the drenched material. You moan at the feeling of his hand through the fabric, your slick in such quantity that when he pulls his hand away, a thick string of your arousal trails after his fingers. He groans at the sight, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together to test the viscosity. He makes a mental note that this must be what’s meant when one has a “wap”, or “wet ass pussy”, as he recalls from a certain song. His heart is racing in his chest, the discovery of your cunt so ready for him only making his cock strain harder against your sopping panties.

“So wet…” Shouto mumbles as he touches you again, cupping your core through your underwear and rubbing his palm against your clit. He watches intently as your face contorts in pleasure, and he rolls his palm against your front again experimentally, making a mental note of your increased sensitivity there.

Before he moves any further though, he presses his lips to yours in an intense kiss, successfully distracting you as he slides your underwear to the side. He can feel your pussy twitch and contract against his hand when he lines the tips of two fingers up with the hole that your slick is pouring out of. And he can definitely feel you spasm around him as he slides the digits inside with ease, remembering to curl the tips of them just as the countless guides and videos he had watched in preparation for such activities suggested.

“Y-Yes, ahh my God, Sho—” you gasp at the intrusion, your walls fluttering around the fingers.

His long digits slowly move in and out of you, the tips curling into your spongy walls as they sheath inside you completely. You moan at the sensation of his fingers inside of you, moving a hand to your front to rub your clit. It’s not long before you’re humping his hand, your arousal leaking onto his palm as you seat your hips back and forth on his fingers. Your mouth is hanging open, intense pleasure emanating from his fingertips rubbing that gummy spot located just deep enough for your fingers to be too short to reach. You can feel your orgasm building with each roll of the hips, a slow and steady escalation toward certain ecstasy.

Shouto moans along with you, watching the look of bliss on your face each time you sit back onto his fingers, and committing it to memory. You look absolutely captivating getting off on his hand, but the urge to feel you wrapped around his cock is too strong to ignore. He pulls his hand out of your cunt, watching as the syrupy slick trails after his fingers before severing, the warm, slimy wetness returning to your spread pussy. The sight is too enticing to just look at— he grabs his cock and jerks himself a few times, watching your slick spread across his length. It feels unlike any other lubricant he’s used— spit, lotion, shampoo all nothing in comparison to the sweet nectar your body produces just for him— simply divine. 

If he thinks that’s divine, pressing his cock into you is as if the gates of heaven have been exploded open with dynamite, drowning him in a pool of ethereal ambrosia that he never wants to escape. Your walls stretch around his girth and hug him like never before; it’s wetter, tighter, and hotter than anything he’s ever imagined, and if he hadn’t already cum from your mouth just minutes before, he’s sure he would’ve cum right here and now.

You’re just about there, only a third of his cock managing to push into you before your walls start to clamp, that tension in your abdomen intensifying at an alarming rate. You throw your head back and moan unabashedly as his cock glides into you entirely in one movement, your cunt wringing snug around him as you cum. You’d be ashamed if it were with anyone else, but Shouto’s so thick and long that you just let yourself ride out your orgasm, your cunt pulsing and squeezing him tight. It feels like a religious experience cumming on his cock— he’s by far the biggest you’ve ever taken, and it’s been so long since you’ve had sex in the first place that you’re too turned on to care. A fresh wave of slick begins to leak from deep inside you, the aftermath of your abrupt orgasm coming in handy as you finally come-to enough to move your hips.

Shouto’s holding onto you for dear life at this point, knuckles white as his fingers dig bruises into your hips. He’s never been squeezed so tight before— never felt anything like your pussy, like you cumming on his cock. And even though he’s overwhelmed with the mesmerizing feeling, he still manages to keep his cool somehow, now evening his breath as he begins to thrust up into you. He decides he loves your moans— every noise you make from being impaled by his huge cock is music to his ears, a symphony he never wants to end.

“A-Ahaa ha, Shoutooo~” you cry, fireworks bursting across your nerves. “You’re so big, ah— it— it feels so gooood.”

You can’t seem to close your mouth— it’s too hard to focus on anything besides what might as well be his third leg thrusting into you over and over. His movements are relentless; never allowing you to come down from the high you’d been catapulted into with just one stroke of his cock. He’s so big inside of you, he’s probably the largest you can take while still feeling pleasure instead of pain. You feel like you’re the one losing your virginity here, not him— because, God have you never felt so filled to the brim in your life— his cock stretches and penetrates you so deliciously that you feel like any orgasm you’ve had before this doesn’t really count. It can’t count, can’t compare to this, to him.

Shouto is on the same page as you, desperately drilling into your sloppy cunt as if his life depends on it. It feels so good to be squeezed by your tight little hole, to have your fingernails dig crescent-moons into the skin on his shoulder blades, and hear your desperate cries for him. “Fuck, you— you feel so good, baby,” he pants, letting your pussy fall onto his lap and swallow his cock inside of you. “You’re so fucking sexy, y-yeah… so wet for me, so good for me.”

His praise causes a wave of goosebumps to rise across your skin, a burst of energy surging through you as you start to move your hips in sync with his thrusts. Shouto’s pace weakens as he lets you take control, sitting back and absorbing the pleasure that flows through his entire body at the quick snap of your hips. He feels like he’s in a trance as your hands move to grip the tops of his shoulders, leveraging yourself so your hips swing in a perfect arc that allows his cock to glide in and out of you completely. He watches as your hips swing back, the head of his cock slipping out of you halfway, only to be slurped back inside your tight heat all the way to the base.

Sweat is starting to accumulate and drip down your bodies, but neither of you are paying attention to that— Shouto reaches out and gropes your chest, fingers trapping your nipple and rolling it gently. You mewl at the sensation, your hips working even faster now, the dull ache of another climax forming in the pit of your stomach. You furiously hump his lap, your thrusts becoming off-beat and sloppy as your muscles scream with exertion. Frustration blooms in your heart— your stamina must have reduced in the past few months of abstinence.

“Sho, I’m… gonna cum again, fuck I’m so close,” you whine, pushing your ass onto his lap and stirring your guts with his cock as you swivel your hips.

Shouto hums at your confession, an arm winding around your hips and his hand landing on the plush underside of your thigh. His fingers dig into your flesh as he supports your body with his arm, his hips rutting up into yours with force. Each thrust has stars dancing along the borders of your vision, the power behind his hips much stronger than your desperate humping from before.

“I wanna feel you cum on my cock again, Y/N,” Shouto moans, tongue poking out to flick against your nipple, your tits in his face due to the change of position. “Want you to squeeze me and milk everything out of me, y-yeah…”

You nearly scream when his thumb finds your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves with vigor as those two-toned eyes bore into yours. The surprise quickly morphs into bliss, your cunt wringing around his length as you feel yourself hurtle toward your orgasm for the second time. It’s not long before you’re there, ecstasy rushing through your entirety as you clutch onto him tightly, your toes curling and body shaking from the rush.

“Fuck,” he swears, both hands moving to grab your hips and pound his cock into your quivering cunt, delivering another level of pleasure to your orgasm. His bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, eyes darting between your face and your wet pussy that keeps swallowing him whole. “Ahaah— c-cumming—”

Shouto lets out a loud groan as he pulls out of you, hot, white ribbons of cum spurting across your stomach as he climaxes. Your hand reaches down to jerk him off and he continues to paint your skin with his seed, his body shaking as his orgasm ripples through him. His throbbing length is slick with your love juices, making it easy for your fingers to slide around him.

His head hits the back of the couch as he releases the last of his load, chest heaving while he tries to collect himself. The devastating pleasure of your climax leaves your body feeling weightless and your brain loopy, and all you can do is lean against his athletic physique and catch your breath.

“I love you,” Shouto whispers seriously in your ear, fingers deftly playing with the ends of your hair. He means it; he feels like his heart is so full of happiness, and he’s so comfortable basking in the afterglow of his orgasm with your naked skin on his.

You stifle the laugh that bubbles up in your throat, a small smile playing on your lips. “So sweet~” you tease, cuddling your face into his neck as his hands rub the length of your back. “I love you too, Shouto.”

Shouto hums in content, arms hugging you tight against him for a brief moment before he relaxes again. “I’m so lucky to have you,” he confesses softly, nudging the side of your face with his nose. He can feel your lips turn into a grin against his chest, and he smiles at your content.

“You’re being so sappy right now,” you point out, unable to stop smiling as you turn to look at him. “I really like this side of you, I’m happy to see you like this.”

“I’m happy, too,” he murmurs, his lips pressing against yours in a sweet and short kiss. “I kind of wish we did this sooner though…”

You laugh at that, and his soft smile turns into a grin that he doesn’t bother to conceal. “Mmm, I think it was worth the wait,” you disagree, snuggling closer to him and rubbing your skin against his affectionately.

Shouto looks down at you resting against his chest, examining your blissful smile and eyes closed in content. Yes, he thinks.

You were worth the wait.

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wow that ended so soft pls excuse me im on my period and so emotional at the moment lmfaoooo... okokokok but post coitus snuggly sho is KILLING M E ... anywAYY lol let me know if you enjoyed!! this was kinda different from the usual smut i write so! i’d love any feedback i could get :) 

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