#I expected one of these because that robot got hot all of a sudden

[kantush]

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON MONTY — I AM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES BEGGING FOR THAT CONTENT FROM YOU

Lets get some bitches on his dick bro.

#I expected one of these because that robot got hot all of a sudden #yes sir lets get that down #soon #kanturesp

[anniemika]

Take care of you

Eren Jaeger x Female Reader

NSFW CONTENT!

Summary: Eren knows how to exhaust your body in more ways than one.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, oral sex F receiving, slight choking, creampie, suggestive language

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Going on a ski vacation with Eren and your friends was something you’d both wanted to do for a long time, and this year, you took it upon yourself and got on with the planning, finally making it happen. You’d reserved this big villa with separate rooms for everyone, with each bedroom having its own bathroom, a huge jacuzzi outside of the house, and an enormous living room with a fireplace at the center of it. It was all just how you’d imagined it, even better, and you were more than happy to start your little getaway from your daily lives.

After your first day, however, what you’d come to realize was that your boyfriend wasn’t one for staying still and just relaxing. Oh no, he was the type that would wake you up at 8:00 o’clock sharp, get your ski equipment ready, and spend the entire day on the most dangerous slopes without taking so much as a 5-minute break. It was like he wasn’t even human, and you could spend endless hours wondering where he got the energy from, but you’d never really find an answer.

So needless to say, after an entire day with him, you were pretty much exhausted. After making dinner with your friends and almost falling asleep on the table, you decided to go take a bath and just lay in bed with a good book in hand until you fell asleep. You somehow succeeded in convincing Eren in letting you go, turning down his proposition of falling asleep on his lap while you all watched a movie together because you really needed a bed.

As you laid in the comfort of the incredibly soft mattress after taking the most relaxing bubble bath, you were just beginning to doze off after reading “The Prisoner of Azkaban” for the 100th time, until you heard the showerhead being turned on in the bathroom. You looked at the time, realizing Eren probably got tired after all because it wasn’t even an hour since you got to bed. Remembering that you forgot to brush your teeth, you put on your fluffy slippers and ambled towards the bathroom.

Now, maybe it was because you were still sleepy, but the way you absolutely ignored your fully-naked, incredibly hot boyfriend while he washed his body like he was in a shower gel commercial was something he did not expect. You were moving your hands like a robot, scrubbing at your teeth with your toothbrush as he watched how his favourite “Nirvana” T-shirt, that you so shamelessly stole from him to be your new nightgown, barely covered your fine, fine ass. All kinds of thoughts came rushing into his mind, and he really, really tried his absolute best to stop them, because he knew you were worn out, but in the end, he couldn’t help it. His blood went rushing south, and when you bent over the sink to remove some leftover mascara from your eyelash, exposing what was left of his imagination, he couldn’t just stand and look at you from afar.

That’s why when he got out of the shower, he didn’t even wipe the droplets of water off his body, his big arms instantly finding their place around your smaller frame. You jumped, his sudden appearance stunning you.

“Ren, you scared me.” You turned to give him a lazy peck on the lips, the bit of foam you had left from the toothpaste coloring his pretty mouth.

“Sorry” you barely heard him, because what you felt next was his rock-hard member pressing against your bare ass.

“Babe, I’m so tired.” You almost whined out the words, leaning your head back against his uncovered chest.

“I know” he kissed the side of your head “let me take care of you.” He grabbed his length and began pumping it between your ass cheeks, with you gasping from the way his tip brushed against your entrance.

“Eren..” your hand went to the back of his neck, fingers curling around his loose hair and pulling him closer so you could kiss him again. It was true that you couldn’t even stand up straight, but no amount of exhaustion could make you resist him fucking you with that big cock he had on him. You weren’t one to miss opportunities.

After sharing a fervent kiss with his tongue sliding in rhythm against your own, Eren slipped his hand under your shirt, his fingers playing with your hardened nipple as he spat on his other one, dipping two digits inside your heat. His mouth found yours again as he began thrusting them inside you slowly, feeling your slick and spreading it around your pussy, applying a bit more pressure on your clit. Your muffled moans echoed throughout the small space you were in, your body instinctively moving back and forth into his hand.

Then, while your lips were still interlocked with his, you felt his whole length fill you up at once, with you letting a deep cry of pleasure, the feeling of fullness making your whole body tremble with excitement.

“Shh” Eren’s big palm covered your mouth “be quiet.”

And that you were, for a total of 5 seconds. It wasn’t your fault that with every rock of his hips, you felt him kiss your cervix over and over, and it sure wasn’t your fault that he was doing it as fast as he was, either.

“You want everyone to hear us?” You caught his breathy voice “Hear that tight little cunt?”

You couldn’t care one bit if you had to be honest, but you didn’t mind the way he talked to you, nor the way he put his rough fingers inside your mouth, making you gag on them, nor the way he roughly pinched your nipples every time you got a little bit louder. No, you didn’t mind any of that at all.

“You feel so good baby” Eren’s strong hold around you made every thrust that much harder, your eyes shining in pure bliss as he moved his fingers from your mouth to the little pearl between your legs. “I bet if you cum you’re gonna feel even better.”

The moment his fingertips landed on your little happy place, your mouth fell agape.

“Sloppier.”

Oh how good he knew you, how perfectly he moved his fingers around your clit, knowing exactly what to say and do to you to bring you over the edge in seconds. Sometimes you wondered if you really were this easy to please or if he was the sole reason for you losing your mind every time he fucked you. You kind of knew the answer, because even you couldn’t bring yourself that much pleasure no matter how horny you were. It was like your body wasn’t even yours, reacting to him in ways it never did before you met him. It was his.

Your orgasm was just around the corner, heart hammering inside your chest and nails sinking into the side of his thigh, demanding more. Unluckily for you, the exhaustion from the day began to catch up with your legs, not being able to hold yourself up as he mercilessly rammed his cock inside your little hole.

“Eren, my legs are shaking” you blurted out and he groaned, biting your shoulder and turning you around, lifting your plush ass so you could sit on the sink. He immediately spread your legs apart and kneeled to latch his long tongue on your bud.

“Oh my god, oh my god-“ you came almost instantly, his fingers having pretty much done the job just seconds before, and his tongue only finishing it. You were so glad though because it was so different cumming on that experienced muscle of his, increasing the intensity of your orgasm to new extremes.

Your moans were so loud, Eren couldn’t keep his chuckle in, giving your thigh a harmless slap. He then came up and kissed your mouth with your juices still dribbling off his chin. Never breaking the kiss, he slipped his dick inside you again, moans falling from him from all the wetness, his big palms landing on your ass-cheeks to steady himself and slam inside you even harder.

“Do you want me to cum inside you?”  He grabbed your jaw, intense green eyes staring at your fucked-out face. His thick eyebrows were knitted together so beautifully, plump lips parted, with the sexiest possible grunts escaping them.

A breathy “yes” escaped your mouth between all the other incomprehensible sounds, just the thought making your pussy clench.

“Say it.” His palm moved from your jaw to your neck, squeezing it gently.

“Please cum inside me” you knew that the little “please” would make him lose what was left of his mind, his thoughts becoming incoherent as his animal instincts took over.

“Yeah?” He squeezed your throat a little tighter, slamming himself inside you until you felt him in your tummy.

“Please” you circled your arms around him as he fastened his movements. “I want to feel you fill me up.” You greedily moved yourself forward, meeting his hips halfway, just waiting for him to paint your walls.

“Faster” you choked out, not even sure if it was possible, but of course it was because this was Eren, and he’d be damned if he didn’t listen to his girl’s requests.

Your lips parted in a muted “oh” with him mimicking that same expression as his orgasm hit. You pulled him in a kiss, tongues clashing together as he softly moaned into your mouth. His sounds were so pretty, you just wanted to stay like this and listen to them forever.

When his high died down, he slowly pulled out, eyes exploring the mess he made of your pussy.

“You know baby” he cupped your face, planting a cute little kiss on your nose, “I think it’s better if we stay in tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” You grinned.

“Yeah.” And he returned it.

Needless to say, with all the dirty looks you got in the morning, it was better not to risk someone pushing you off your ski.

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A/N: I’m on a ski trip with my boyfriend rn and let’s just say it gave me a lot of scenarios for vacation sex🥰 maybe I’ll post another one soon, who knows

#Eren Jaeger #eren jaeger smut #eren smut #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren x you #eren jaeger x you

[poppy-metal]

"The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.”

A/N: im placing this before the sexual side of their relationship begins. A prelude of sorts, if you will.

Cw: voyeurism, smut, dekus secretly dirty mouth.

All things considered izuku’s room was...not as gross as you expected a staple college aged guys dorm room to be. It was cluttered but not disgusting, posters of comics and figurines and manga and some clothes strewn about, everything kind of frenzied and haphazard. It was so incredibly deku, a secret smile pulled at your lips, even though your reasons for being here were less than innocent

He’s wearing fucking pink. Because of course he is, of course izuku is humble and comfortable in his masculinity enough to pull off a bright pink t-shirt. It hugs his chest too, and you have to wonder if literally any of his clothes fit him and the tits he decided to grow in college. His image is so utterly imposing, his smile so bright, and laugh so airy, it sends butterflies flipping through your stomach at just the sight of him and that makes you want to vomit. Your lips curl in a sneer and you’re walking towards him and the group of friends he’s talking to as if on reflex. 

Stupid, lovely deku. You knock your shoulder into his as you pass, hard enough that his books clatter and fall to the floor, scattering. And then those green eyes are on you, giving you his attention and your body feels alive, your blood cells buzzing under your skin even as he frowns. The dimples on his freckled face fall as he takes you in. Yes, you think, look at me, see me, want me. 

Out loud you say. “Watch where you’re going, stupid deku” and you’re looking at him like he’s the dirt under your shoe. He’s not. He’s the center of your universe. Your world tilts around his axis. “Pink isn’t your fucking color by the way”. it is. 

Izuku huffs. He’s past the point where he used to turn as red as a tomato and duck his head whenever you stood in front of him, but he’s still deku at the end of the day. An easy target. “If looking at me bothers you so much you could just ignore me.” He crouches down to pick up his things. His words make you itch, if you could ignore him, you wouldn’t fucking be here. Its because he exists too much, that you want to push him down so much. 

You step your manicured foot onto his notebook right as he’s about to grab it. He tugs at it, you dont budge, and he looks up at you, exasperated. “Can i have my notebook, please?” 

Why is he so fucking pretty? God, you want to throw up. You dig your heel in further, covering the flutter you feel in your chest with a practiced sneer. “I like the way you say please, deku.” You lean down a little, “Say ‘your highness’ and i’ll move” 

It’s a thrill, seeing the way his jaw sets, his brow furrows, his eyes go annoyed. Sweet, sweet, friendly izuku. You’re the only one he looks at like this, like he wants to throttle you. But he won’t. You see his adams apple bob, his cheeks dust pink, even as he glares. “No” 

You pause. It’s not the first time he’s gotten snippy with you, but the conviction behind it is new. You feel something in your stomach give a jump, your blood thrumming in your ears. You jerk your foot towards you, sliding his notebook out from his hands and standing completely on top of it with both your feet now. Your sticky lips, glossy and plump, spread into a mocking grin, “No? Do i need to slam you into some lockers and take you lunch money?” You feel a thousand feet tall, towering above him still kneeling, you on the high ground, looking down at him below you, where he can’t reach you. Can’t ever see the truth. “C’mon pansy, you’re already on your knees anyway” 

But he isn’t anymore. He jerks to a stand, and now he’s taller than you, but you puff your chest out, not letting that affect you. It always affects you. Not that he knows or ever notices. Your eyes are widening when he steps forward so you’re practically nose to nose and chest to chest. “I don’t have time for you” he snaps, irritated. And then he’s stepping away as suddenly as he stepped up, the rest of his things gathered in his arms, he shakes his head at you, a tendril of that mossy mousey hair falling into his eyes. “I gotta get to class” 

And then he’s gone, brushing by you, disengaging. You stand there, your breath stuck in your chest, not moving. ‘I dont have time for you’ over and over again rings through your head like a mantra. You step off his notebook robotically and kick it across the floor. It bangs against a wall and you feel your fists clench, nail beds digging into your palms harshly. ‘I dont have time for you’ 

You turn on your heel, away from the direction of your class, fury blinding you. Anger in place of humiliation, vindication in place of being humbled. You don’t know what crawled up his ass and made him think he was above you all the sudden, but you weren’t having it, not the fuck at all. 

And that’s how you found yourself snooping through izukus dorm, with the intention of finding some kind of dirt, or something to hold over his stupid head. He didn’t have time for you? How dare he act like he was better than you, like he had things more important to do than to indulge you. You were still so mad you wanted to throw a tantrum, kick and scream and claw his eyes out. Straddle his stupid broad waist and shake him until all he saw was you, you, you. 

You really hated him. Hated that because of him you were basically a bully because any attention from him was attention you thrived and lived under. Maybe if you weren’t so prideful, so disgusted by the weakness of your own gooey emotions for him, you would have tried to be the center of his attention in a nicer way, but as it was you were in too deep. This was the sick game you played, and losing wasn’t an option. 

You hated how much that made you similar to bakugou in a way. You didn’t like that guy, and even weirdly so, you wanted to gouge his fucking eyes out for the way he treated and talked to izuku. Was it jealousy or possesivness that drove you to want to be the only one who could rile izuku? You wondered, sometimes, if bakugou felt the same way about you. 

It was the loss of control, for you. Better yet, it was the way you liked the loss of that control. You had always prided yourself on being strong willed and a perfectionist. But whenever your eyes so much as grazed izukus, all your emotions went rattling around your stomach in sick twisted ways, giving you goosebumps, making you...nervous. It was a crush that had turned into an obsession, wasn’t it? And you wanted to make izuku suffer not only for invoking those messy feelings, but for not seeming to return them as well. If he couldn’t love you or want you romantically or sexually, you’d force yourself onto his radar and into his head until thinking about anyone else was impossible. Until you squirmed under his skin as much as he squirmed under yours. 

Acting like you didnt exist was unacceptable. Obviously you’d slacked off on your taunts and actions, if he could just brush past you so easily, not taking your bait. You needed to even the playing field again, and by even you meant you needed to be towering above him again. 

Towering over him so you dont have the time to think about how much you want to be under him, your mind whispers at you as you pick through his room, trying to find anything incripting. Someone like izuku would probably have something utterly embarrassing like a diary or some weird porn magazines, shameless, helpless guy that he was. 

You huff as you open his drawer next to his bedside, nearly slamming it back shut in shock at what you see there. 

You’re not stupid. You’re a healthy, young woman with an active sexual imagination and access to the world wide web, to porn. 

Izuku has a fleshlight in his drawer. Izuku has a sexytoy. Izuku. And its green. 

Izuku has a sex toy that he probably uses. That he probably sticks his cock into and moves- 

An absurd laugh barks out of you, shocked and helpless. Because while in your head you knew izuku had to be some kind pervert, what other explanation was there for the way he blushed and darted his gaze around like a ping pong ball whenever you leaned forward and get caught a glimpse under your blouse, this is...unexpected. Imagining izuku in explicit scenarios, doing lewd things, it was something you didn’t allow your mind to wonder to often over. You didn’t like the way you got all squirmy and meek whenever you thought too long about izuku without clothes. 

You feel kind of squirmy now, hot and uncomfortable as you shift around and try to gather your wits back about you. Revenge, that’s what you’re here for. 

With a shaky exhale you turn away from his dresser, your thoughts flitting around your head like annoying gnats. What, who, does he think about when he…? What does he look like? What does his...c- You shake your head, slap your cheeks, trying to center yourself from the images floating around, flustering you and distracting you. 

You’re in the middle of lifting the covers on his bed to peek under it, see if there’s anything there, when you hear the handle on his door jiggle. You freeze, every muscle in your body locked frozen like a deer in headlights as the knob twists, and then catches. Right. You’d picked the lock with one of your hair clips and then made sure to lock it again behind you just in case something like this happened. And by the, “Ugh” on the other side of the door, yep that’s definitely izuku. You’re shoved out of your shocked state, and bolting for his closet door as you hear the jingle of his keys twist in the lock, trying your best to close the door as quietly as possible behind you, it swishing shut barely a second before the door to his dorm opens and you hear him step in. 

Class must have let out early or something, you think huffily, gently rearranging yourself into a comfortable position on a pile of his clothes as he shuffles around his room. You hear the thumb of him dropping his books, the shuffle of his feet, the clutter of him taking off his shoes and the squeak of his mattress as he plops down on it. 

You tuck your knees to your chest and roll your eyes, picking at your leggings as you wonder how long you’ll have to hide before he goes to the bathroom or something so you can leave. It’s fucking stuffy in his closet already, the air hot. Your hand touches the soft fabric beneath you, realizing you’re sitting on one of his hoodies. Its too dark to see which one it is, but you imagine it as your favorite red one. Maybe you’d steal it as compensation for him making you sit and wait in his dumb closet while he probably stared at the ceiling with no thoughts in his dumb brain.

You hear him sigh, loud and dramatic, and then a muffled scream/groan into his pillow. Your lips twitch, he’s such a fucking drama queen. 

Your little smile drops off your face when you hear the sound of his drawer opening.  

Oh god. Oh no. 

Your face feels like there are embers burning under it as you hear the unmistakable sound of clothes being shucked, a zipper and and then flop, and then….a slick wet sound and a sigh of relief. 

Your eyes feel like they are bugging out of your head. Izuku is really about to fuck his fleshlight with you hiding in his closet with him none the wiser. You feel suddenly embarrassed and hot all over, hiding your face in your knees as you hear him let out a moan. A loud one. 

You’re on fire, every part of you. You don’t think you can take this, don’t think you can sit through this and listen to this, think you should just burst out of his closet and use your bravado to somehow flip the situation and make him feel humiliated for getting off in the privacy of his own room, like he’s in the wrong even though you had violated so many boundaries for even being here right now. 

You could do it too, you know. You’re good at twisting things, at powering through the complicated mess of flustered feelings izuku makes you feel and making it his fault, making him back down and cower. You could do it...you’re uncurling your legs and pushing your hands under you in the middle of getting up to do so when- 

“Fuck. ___” Your name. You freeze, for an unholy, goldy second you think you’ve been caught, that he has acquired x-ray vision and has spotted you but no. His voice isn’t surprised or upset its...breathless, airy. He moaned it. 

The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.

Heat immediately shoots between your legs, your core throbbing unbidden in reflex to the sound, helpless to stop it, to have any other reaction. Your ass plops right back down. You turn slightly towards the door, pressing your side against it, your ear smooshed against the cool wood as you listen, as if drawn under a spell. 

“You’re such…” You hear izuku pant, his voice deeper and more rough then you’ve ever heard it before. “A fucking brat” 

Wet between your legs, seeping through your panties at his words, seemingly ripped out of him. God, he sounds pissed, wrecked. He cursed. You’ve never heard izuku curse before, never, even when you’d pushed him too far. Something really was different about today. 

The slick sounds are more frequent now, steady and...and sounding like real sex you’d heard from porn before. Wet, sloppy, and slapping. Your knees knock together as you lean forward even more. There’s an invisible string pulling, tugging you forward, you want to see…

“Fucking slut” He grunts, and there’s a heavy slap, your breath catching in your fucking throat as you realize that...that must be the clap of his balls hitting the back of his fleshlight everytime he thrusts into it. “Always running your fucking mouth, looking down at me, so mean, you’re so fucking mean to me…uh..” 

The sounds of sex fill the room and you can’t take it anymore, you’re burning, burning, burning, fuck the consequnces. You hesitantly and slowly turn the handle of the closet door, letting it slide open just a crack, enough for you to peek through, to get a glimpse.

His lean muscular back is the first thing you see, he’s facing directly away from his closet, thank god but oh god, that means you see..so much. The flex of his shoulder blades under his tan skin, the smattering of freckles over his shoulder, the long slender slope of his spine as it curves down his broad back, the dimbles at the bottom of his spine, flexing as he fucks his toy. His ass, because of course izuku would have a perfect round bubble butt. There are freckles there too. 

Your eyes skate down, hungry to his large and heavy balls, low hanging and full, currently smacked right up against the base of the little pocket pussy he’s practically straddling on his bed. 

It hits you again than, that deku is imagining that toy is you, he’s imagining fucking you in this position on his bed right now, imagining its your cunt hes pounding into, and your face he’s spitting those filthy words at. 

Your hand is really moving without your permission when it slips under the band of your leggings into your panties, fingers immediately dipping between the slick folds of your pussy, silky and wet. 

“-Wet” Izuku grunts, as you dip a finger just barely inside. “Fuck, i knew you’d be so fucking soft and good inside. Such a bratty girl would have a sweet cunt attached to her, huh?” 

Fuck, where and when did izuku start speaking like this? His soft voice curling around such crude words is making you gush all over your fingers. You wish you could see the kind of face he was making when he said them. 

“Yeah, you like taking my cock don’t you, baby?” He croons and if you close your eyes you can almost imagine he’s speaking directly into your ear, behind you. His thrusts get heavier, rougher, he lifts his leg up on the bed and you see a flash of the little green toy being fucked on his cock, big and angry looking. He’s being so brutal, hammering the thing down on his dick as he hips rut to meet every downward tug. “Milk it. Milk my fucking cock you whore. Wanna- fuck, wanna hear you say my name when you cum, want you to know who’s pouding that little pussy. The loser you fucking hate, yeah? Gonna cum for me?”

Yes, you whimper in your head in answer to him, your fingers curling deep, deep, inside, fucking yourself on them in earnest. He’s so big and you only caught a glimpse, but it was enough. Enough to know he’d fucking cleave you apart if he tried to fit that monster between his legs inside your tight little pussy. But you want it, god you fucking want it. You wanna feel him splitting you open, making you cream around him, making you beg for it. Making you bleed. 

“One of these day” he says, his voice breathless but steady, even as it cracks. You know he’s close. “I’m gonna fucking snap. Im going to make you look me in the fucking eye and apologize for making me want you, and then im going to split that pussy open- fuck, im coming, fuck, fuck, fuck. Do you understand, b-bitch? Gonna fucking make you mine, yeah, take it, take your senpais cock you dirty fucking girl, ah!” 

He slumps forward, hips humping into the toy and balls spasming as he pumps it full of his cum, shuddering deeply with little aborted whimpers. “Good girl, good girl” he pants, trailing off, giving one last little jerk of his hips before stilling. 

You bite your lip so hard you draw blood to stop yourself from whimpering out loud. You pull your sticky fingers out of your cunt and shuffle back into the dark of the closet, curling in on yourself as izuku lays there, panting heavily for a few moments before moving. 

You stay stock still as you hear him get up and shuffle around, his footsteps padding into the bathroom where you hear the door click softly shut. You spring up to your feet and don’t care if you make noise as you dart out of his room and into the hallway, sprinting like a bat out of hell as you make you way to the girls dorms.

You’ll think about how to reevaluate and recoup later. Right now you just really need to get to your bed so you can rut pathetically onto your own fingers and imagine izukus fat dick breaking you open. Never in a million years did you think he had those kinds of feelings for you, and you know it changes the whole game, is a whole other level of playing field where you now know he wants you on a physical level. 

You feel powerless and lie you’re slipping again, don’t know how you’re going to point your finger at him and laugh when you know for every insult you throw his way, is another way hes fucking his toy at night, adding it as another thing to get you back for. If he ever snaps. 

If. you want it to be a when, so bad, not an if. 

You’ll make it a when. You’ll push him off the metaphorical cliff he’s teetering on to make it so. 

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#poppy speaks #my writing #deku smut #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya smut #bully!reader #izuku smut #midoriya izuku smut

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Absentee

Character: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Y/N fell in love with Jason Todd, she didn’t realize the normalcy she lost would become such a problem in their relationship. And she didn’t know how much pain it would cause to hide her boyfriend’s secrets. 

Word Count: 4,600 – One Shot

A/N: This is probably a really personal story. And you all might hate it or not relate to it. But oh well...

Y/N had her music playing in her headphones just quietly enough so she could hear them announce when her plane was boarding.

Between corporate holidays and what was left of her vacation days for the year, she was able to go home for a week and a half.

Only, she was hoping that this year she wouldn’t be going home alone.

But when Jason got sucked into a case two weeks before their flight back to her hometown, she knew there was no way he’d be accompanying her.  

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just–“ Jason had tried to tell her when she realized they weren’t going to be spending the holidays together.

“You don’t have to apologize. There are more important things right now than meeting my crazy family,” Y/N laughed lightly. “But they’ll be bummed.”

Jason still looked so down guiltily. He knew that Y/N had been downplaying how excited she was for her family to meet him.

Yeah, Y/N was upset, but her family was even more upset. Being in a different part of the country and them never putting in the effort to visit her, they had yet to meet Jason. Even when the two of them had been dating for 10 months.

Y/N had met all of Jason’s brothers, along with Bruce and Alfred. It had all been against his will, his family strategically running into them or invading his apartment when they knew Y/N would be there. Jason acted annoyed by it, but Y/N knew he was happy for her to meet them and without him having to act like he cared.

But Jason had only ever waved on FaceTime to her family or sometimes answered calls from them when Y/N left her phone next to him and went to another room.

It wasn’t like Y/N needed her family’s approval. She knew what she wanted and what was best for her. Their opinions didn’t hold as much weight with her as they thought.

But Y/N also had never introduced her family to a boyfriend before. Things either fizzled out before then or the relationship was so casual that the thought of even mentioning a boy-toy’s name in passing to her family made her want to jump out a window.

———

“So Jason couldn’t get out of work last minute?” Y/N’s older sister, Kate, asked as they drove to her house after picking her up from arrivals.

And so it began.

“No,” Y/N answered. “His boss is sort of an asshole. He’s a workaholic and can’t fathom why anyone else would ever be anything different.”

The truth was that Jason didn’t really have a job. When it came to income, Jason was resourceful. He was still a hitman for hire. But once the killing part of that job stopped – which was long before Y/N ever met him – it didn’t rake in as much money. Most of his money was either stolen from criminals or he would work odd jobs here and there.

However, the lie Jason and Y/N had agreed on was that he was a mechanic. And Jason did know absolutely everything there was to know about cars and motorcycles. He’d even promised Y/N that if she ever decided she wanted him to drop the vigilante life, he would do just that and start his own mechanic shop. But Y/N knew better than to ever ask that of him.

“Cars don’t stop breaking – even around the holidays,” Y/N joked darkly.

“Mhmm,” her sister answered.

Y/N already knew what her family thought of her boyfriend’s “job”: it wasn’t good enough for them.

The only reason they let it slide was because they knew Bruce Wayne was his adoptive father. Therefore they interpreted Jason’s ‘lack of ambition’ as his personal rebellion against his privilege and upbringing.

“Mom said he sent flowers and a bottle of wine to the house today and apologized for not being able to make it,” Kate added.

Y/N quickly looked at her in surprise.

“So I’m guessing from your reaction that it wasn’t your idea,” Kate teased.

“No,” Y/N shook her head. “He didn’t even tell me he did that.”

That was a Bruce Wayne move for sure. It didn’t matter that Jason had a rocky relationship with him, the Wayne charm and manners were deceivingly contagious.

————

Later that night, when everyone was in bed and Y/N decided to finally unpack. And she was surprised to find two of Jason’s t-shirts hidden in her bag. They were her favorites of his, always stealing them. Mostly she wore them to lounge around the apartment or to wear to bed. But her favoritism was in no way hidden.

Jason must’ve snuck them in her bag while she wasn’t looking.

Y/N smiled as she grabbed one of the shirts and raised it to her nose. It still smelled like him.

It was enough to make her feel guilty for not having called him yet. She’d texted him that she landed, but other than that, she’d been pretty silent.

She grabbed her cell and dialed.

“Hey, you.”

He always answered her calls as if they made his day, even if she’d called him multiple times that day already. His reaction to her calls never failed to make Y/N smile.

“I didn’t really expect you to pick up,” Y/N admitted.

“Always got time for you,” he answered lightly.

But then she heard background noise: wind blowing, distant sirens, people shouting at each other nearby.

Jason was on patrol. Or maybe he was doing some recon. 

But Y/N knew not to ask. 

“I see some of your clothes made the trip,” Y/N commented through a smile. Jason could hear the smile in her voice. “Those t-shirts have a mind of their own…”

“And my mom thought the flowers and card were sweet,” she added.

“I might not have met her yet, but I know that’s not gonna be enough to win her over,” Jason answered darkly.

Y/N didn’t say anything, because they both knew he was right.

“Flight was fine?” Jason asked, changing the subject.

“Mhmm.”

“I miss you.”

Y/N shook her head and laughed. “No, you don’t. I’ve been gone for like 12 hours.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

She rolled her eyes. “Always the romantic.”

More sirens could be heard. They sounded closer this time. “Are you being careful?” All playfulness had disappeared from her voice.

“Of course.”

Y/N sighed. “Jason, I’m serious. Please, be safe.”

“I know. I know. Don’t worry about me.”

“You know that’s not gonna happen, J.”

He ignored her comment. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

————————

To say Y/N’s time at home was rough…was an understatement.

If Y/N wasn’t being asked a million questions about Jason, she was being interrogated for why he wasn’t there. And if Jason wasn’t the subject of the conversation, people acted like she was single – some even talking about setting her up.

Y/N realized she preferred the former.

Every year, her family threw a giant party.

And for the past five years, Y/N had always been the only one that was single. All of her siblings, all of her cousins, all of their family friends, all of their neighbors…every single one of them had a significant other during those years. 

Everyone...except her. Now, this year, all of them had kids or were expecting.

It was exhausting. 

Sometimes Y/N felt like they were all robots programmed to do the exact same things at the exact same time –  no original thought to be had.

Y/N would be lying if she didn’t spend most of the party wishing Jason was at her side. He would make fun of awkward situations with her. And he would stick up for her when her family teased her a little too much.

The other thing Y/N wasn’t prepared for was unintentionally studying  her family’s boyfriends or husbands. She felt like she was watching everyone’s relationships through a different lens now that she herself had her own. And to put it as kindly as possible…she was not impressed.

Y/N noticed how none of the men offered to help in the kitchen, instead deciding to sit on the couch and watch football and scream at the television. Or how when her cousin handed her son to her husband, and he acted like he didn’t even know how to hold the one year old. And later, when his diaper needed to be changed, he handed him back to his wife as if he had no idea how to do it himself.

Yet her family was stuck on Jason not being able to visit or that he was a mechanic.

What did someone’s job matter if they treated her like she was their world and he the best thing to ever happen to her?

If Jason were here, he would be in the kitchen cooking. And if they had a kid, it would be a 50/50 job – not a burden only Y/N had to bare. He would try to get to know everyone because he would want to know the people who raised the woman he loved. He’d make sure to check in on Y/N every once in awhile, making sure she didn’t need anything. 

Thinking about it all made Y/N miss Jason even more.

Needing to get some air, she decided to go outside and let the winter chill refresh her. It had been getting too hot in the house.

Y/N pulled her phone out of her back pocket and tapped Jason’s name.

“Hey, you.”

“Hi,” she sighed.

Just hearing his voice made her feel a bit better and tension left her body.

“What’s wrong?” Jason quickly asked.

“Nothing. Just…wanted to check in.”

For a second, she was going to explain that she had the sudden realization that all the men connected to her family were trash. And witnessing it was making her miss him more. But she didn’t really want to waste her breath and she figured she’d just come off dramatic more than sincere.

“Are you at your apartment?” She asked quickly.

“Yeah, I’m gonna leave for patrol in a bit…”

Then Y/N’s mind suddenly thought, ‘Fuck it.’

“Jason?”

“Yeah, kid?”

“If you were here…” She began softly.

“Mhmm,” he encouraged.

“What would you be doing?”

Jason was a bit confused by the question for a second. But he slowly got what she was asking.

“Well,” he took in a shallow breath. “I would’ve stolen Alfred’s famous chocolate chip cookie recipe and whipped up those bad boys to bring over. And I’d pretend to care about football with your dad.”

That made Y/N laugh.

“I’d help your mom in the kitchen, even when she pretended not to want it.”

“Really laying it on thick, huh?”

But Y/N knew he was right. Jason was the cook between the two of them – and a good one, too. He also was a helper. He couldn’t sit back and watch someone do something while he did nothing. No matter how big or small.

“Shhh,” Jason reprimanded and then continued. “But most importantly, I’d try to get as many embarrassing stories about you as I possibly could.”

“Well, thank goodness you’re not here then,” she teased with a roll of her eyes.

Jason was quiet a second before he asked, “Wanna tell me what’s wrong now?”

“Nothing’s wrong. Just miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

“All my family’s boyfriends and husbands are losers. And I guess I’m just now realizing it.”

“Ahh,” Jason noted.

Now he really knew why she’d asked her question.

“It’s snowing here,” he told her as he looked out the window. “It’s almost making Gotham look pretty.”

“Are you going to the manor for Christmas?”

“Probably not,” Jason answered.

“Jason,” she grumbled. “What are you going to do instead? Sit in your apartment alone?”

“I’m gonna patrol. Crime doesn’t take holidays, Y/N.”

“Cheesy,” she pointed out. “Please be with your family, Jason. I don’t want you to be alone. OK?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Y/N knew that was as good as it was going to get.

Then she felt something on her cheek and she looked up. “Hey, it just started snowing here, too…” She told him with her head tilted back.

“I love you,” he sighed.

“I love you, too. Be careful tonight, Jason.”

Y/N gave herself a few more moments outside before returning to the party.

When she walked back inside, she immediately heard her name. But no one was calling to her. 

She was being talked about. 

She recognized her mom and sister’s voices, and then a couple of her aunts. They were talking around the corner, completely unaware that Y/N was in hearing distance.

So Y/N couldn’t help but linger.

“She says he works a lot. Every time I facetime her, he’s never there,” her sister Kate told the women. “I wouldn’t even really know what he looked like if it weren’t for her photos that she’s sent me. He doesn’t have any social media.”

“I just can’t believe he couldn’t get work off. Around the holidays?” Her mom added in utter disbelief. “Sounds like it won’t be surprising when she finds out he’s been unfaithful,” one her aunts commented.

The group hummed in agreement, but also disappointment. 

“He doesn’t even live in Metropolis. He lives in Gotham,” her mother supplied, only further backing the idea that Jason wasn’t committed. “God knows why. But I hate that Y/N is constantly going there. No good news comes from that city.”

Y/N clenched her teeth in anger.

If only they knew the truth about Jason. 

He was a hero and risked his life every night for an entire city – a city that had done nothing but hurt him. And he was 20 times the man than any of the men in their family.

She just wanted to scream at them for being so judgmental about a person they’d never even met.

But she couldn’t.

So Y/N stormed up to her childhood bedroom and decided she had enough of the party.

She shouldn’t have come home for the holidays. She would’ve rather waited for Jason to get back from his Red Hood work than listen to her family misjudge the first man she ever truly loved and wanted to share with them.

————————

Y/N was so tired when she got off the plane.

She felt like a zombie as she walked to baggage claim to grab her duffle.

What she wasn’t expecting was to find her boyfriend waiting for her in arrivals.

Y/N had told him she would just get a car.

But Jason seemed to have other ideas.

Y/N’s entire face brightened at the sight of him.

She practically ran to him and jumped into his arms.

Jason chuckled at her enthusiasm.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, her words muffled by his body.

“I thought I’d surprise you,” Jason said through a smile before he kissed her head.

Y/N didn’t respond, just held him tightly.

“Come on. Let’s get your bag and head home,” he finally told her.

—

“So, how was it?” Jason asked once they got into his car. Y/N shrugged, “It was fine.”

Her lack of details and curt response was enough warning for Jason to realize things were not totally fine between them.

He didn’t bother asking for more details during the car ride home. Instead, he answered all her questions about what he had been up to, how the case was going, if his family was alright.

Once they got back to Y/N’s apartment in Metropolis, the grace period seemed to be over.

Y/N had grown quiet as she moved around her apartment, unpacking and putting all her things away.

Jason walked into her bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed as she folded clean clothes. “This might be a shot in the dark. But I can’t help but feel that you’re not happy with me,” he finally pointed out.

She didn’t answer or look at him, just kept folding.

“Did something happen while you were at home?” Jason pushed.

She still didn’t answer. So Jason reached for her hands, holding them gently.

“Hey, talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I just didn’t expect how hard it was going to be…” she finally whispered with a bowed head.

“What would be?”

“Just going home without you,” she explained.

“Did something happening?”

“I mean, kinda? Not really. They just…” she hesitated. Did she really want to confess all of this to him? She knew it would only hurt him. "They think you’re a bad boyfriend.”

Jason just nodded slowly.

He should’ve seen this coming. Of course her family didn’t think he was good enough. How could they think anything different?

“I’m just…fucking frustrated,” Y/n groaned. “I knew what I was getting into when you told me about your other life and who you really were. I was willing to keep your secret and protect it. I just never thought about how hard it would be keeping it from my family.”

She shook her head. “They think you’re not committed or something. And that…that you’re probably cheating on me.”

The idea of him ever doing that her made Jason sick to his stomach.

“I’m sorry,” Jason mumbled.

“What?” Y/N gasped. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“But I have,” he argued. “I put you in this position.”

“No, I did. I did when I fell in love with you,” she clarified.

“But I don’t want you lying to the people you love.”

“I’m not telling you this because I’m mad at you or blame you, Jason. I’m trying to tell you why I’m frustrated.”

She rubbed her face. “I just want them to know what an amazing person you are...and how brave and selfless. How you take care of me and love me and…and protect me.” Her eyes began to water. “They’re never gonna know the real you…even when they do meet you. And I fucking hate it.”

“So what if you told them?” Jason offered.

Her eyes widened at that. “Jason…”

“I’m serious. What if you told them?”

She thought about it. But she already knew the answer.

“It wouldn’t do any good. If I told them, then they’d be worried about me. Worried that your other life was putting me in danger. Worried that I would get pulled into it.”

Jason knew she was right.

Her family probably preferred an absentee boyfriend over a vigilante.

“But I see how the shitty men that have joined my family are. And you’re nothing like them. You’re so much better. And they’ll never even know.”

“Come here,” Jason muttered before he pulled her to him.

He let her body sink into his as he held her.

“I’ll do anything you want,” he whispered as he rubbed her back. “I just want you to be happy.”

“I always wondered what it would be like to finally been in a relationship – to just have someone on my team no matter what. I went to all those family gatherings thinking I’d never have it. And once I did, once I found you…” Her thoughts died out. “I just never expected it to be this way.”

“Do you regret it?” Jason asked as he pulled away to look in her eyes.

Her brow furrowed. “Regret what?”

“Being with me. Falling in love with me.”

Her heart broke at the question. “Oh, Jason. Of course not. Never.”

“What if I stopped?” He asked.

“No. I would never ask that of you,” she quickly shot down.

“I’d do it for you,” he tried to argue.

“I know you would. But I’m not asking. Because I know what it would do to you. Every time you’d see something in the news, you’d hate yourself. Because you would convince yourself that you could’ve stopped it. And maybe you would be right.” She took in a deep breath. “Red Hood isn’t just something you do. He’s a part of you. And even though I worry about you constantly, I’m never gonna tell you to stop.”

Jason took his time in reading her face.

“OK?” She pushed.

He nodded.

Then he embraced her once again.

“I’m sorry you have to keep my secrets,” he breathed into her hair.

————————————

Y/N walked into Jason’s apartment.

It was a Friday night and they agreed to have her come to his place this weekend.

Jason was always weary of her coming to Gotham, preferring her to stay in the safety of Metropolis.

He knew they couldn’t do the distance forever, and eventually they’d move into together. But he wasn’t ready to leave Gotham yet. And he didn’t want Y/N to lowering herself to such a city.

“J!” Y/N called when she walked in.

He had given her keys to his apartment quite early in their relationship, and told her she was welcome at his place any time. However, he wasn’t a fan of her getting there after dark. Gotham was Gotham, and he didn’t like her wandering around the city by herself just in order to give him a surprise visit.

An envelope on Jason’s kitchen counter caught her attention.

She nosily looked at it and saw that they were plane tickets to her hometown with both of their names on each of them.  

She heard Jason walk up behind her. “What’s this?”

“A surprise,” he shrugged.

“What do you mean?” She laughed.

“We’re gonna visit your family,” he explained casually. “I called your mom and sister to find a weekend that worked.”

Y/N was shocked to silence.

“I know I fucked up when I couldn’t go with you during the holidays. I know this isn’t gonna solve everything. But I figured…it’s start.” Before he could say more, Y/N threw her arms around him.

————

Jason Todd knew how to throw on the charm. And no matter how thick he laid it on, it always felt sincere.

Y/N smiled as she watched her boyfriend interacting with her family.

He knew so much about each of them already, that he knew exactly what to talk about with every one of them.

For their long-weekend visit, they had decided to stay with her sister.

Jason knew she would be the hardest to win over and was the most protective over Y/N. He made it his personal mission to befriend her and show her how much he loved her little sister.

Y/N never said so, but Jason knew how important it was to her that Kate approved of him.

However, Jason hadn’t been able to have a conversation alone with her all weekend.

Until their last morning there.

Y/N was still sleeping when Jason had made his way to the kitchen.

He figured he could make Kate and her husband breakfast after housing them for a long weekend. And he made sure to start a pot of coffee while he was at it.

Halfway through making his specialty waffles, Kate walked into the kitchen rubbing her eyes.

“Oh, hi,” she greeted, clearly surprised to find Jason cooking in her kitchen.

“Morning,” Jason greeted.

“This is a surprise,” she said as she looked around the kitchen.

“There’s coffee if you want some.”

“T-Thanks…” she managed to mutter. “Do you need some help?”

“Nope. I got it. You just relax.”

Kate seemed to be unsure of how to behave when she was alone with her little sister’s boyfriend, and eventually sat on the kitchen stool with her coffee.

“Do you cook a lot?” She finally broke the silence with her question.

“I enjoy it,” he answered with a shrug. “I figured it’s the least I can do for you guys putting us up.”

“That’s very sweet of you, Jason.”

He continued cooking.

Kate figured this was her opportunity to get to know Jason – and not just through Y/N’s eyes. So, she started asking him question after question, and he seemed happy to answer them. Kate was surprised to find out about Jason’s traumatic childhood, making him realize that Y/N must’ve only shared his relation to Bruce Wayne and nothing more about his life before becoming an adopted Wayne.

Jason wasn’t surprised Y/N kept that part of his life to herself. She was protective of him that way. She always felt like his past was his story to tell, not hers.

“I know missing the holidays didn’t leave the best impression,” Jason told her after they’d been talking for awhile.

“You really mean a lot to Y/N. And your opinion matters more to her than you might think,” he added as he crossed his arms.

Kate seemed a little taken aback by how unafraid he was of confrontation.

He seemed more mature for his age – maybe for hers, even.

“I know I’m not going to win any of you over from just a single trip,” Jason continued. “But I’m going to work my ass off to make sure I get there.”

Kate smiled at that.

“I love her,” he told her quietly, but with determination. “She’s…Well, she’s the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Then he smirked. “And I’m not dumb enough to do anything to fuck things up with her.”

He took in a shallow breath. “I just…I just needed you to know that.”

Kate’s heart swelled from hearing her little sister’s boyfriend confessing his love for Y/N.

“Thank you for telling me that,” she whispered, trying to stop herself from crying. “I worry about her. And I hate that she’s so far away sometimes. I miss her.”

“She misses you, too,” Jason assured her.

“Thank you for taking care of her. I’m suddenly realizing you’re the only reason she’s eating anything that’s not out of a takeout container.”

Jason laughed. “I plead the fifth.”

Before any more could be said, Y/N walked into the kitchen as if she was sleep walking.

“Well, look who it is…” Jason teased.

Y/N walked to him silently, clearly wanting cuddles.

Jason chuckled at her, but gave her what she wanted. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. He had kept the PDA at an absolute minimum while he had been around Y/N’s family. But he couldn’t help it when Y/N was her sleepy and adorable self.

“You sleep OK?” He tried to whisper to her.

But Kate still heard it and pretended to look down at her phone.

Y/N nodded into his neck, making him chuckle at her more.

This was new for Kate, seeing her sister being loved and loving someone. Her instinct was to say it made her uncomfortable. But it was just something she wasn’t used to.

Soon Kate’s husband woke up and they all ate breakfast together.

And a few hours later, Y/N and Jason were packed and their was a Lyft was waiting outside to take them to the airport.

Jason hugged Kate and her husband and thanked them for hosting them. Then he grabbed Y/N’s bags and gave her a moment alone with her sister as he took their stuff to the car.

“I think I owe the two of you an apology…” Kate told her little sister.

“You do?”

“I think I judged him a bit too much before really giving him a chance.”

Y/N winced, but nodded. “Yeah, you did, actually.”

“He really loves you.”

Y/N smiled. “He does.”

“I just want you to be happy, you know that right?”

“I know. But sometimes you think that what makes you happy is what would make me happy. Our lives are different. And we want different things. Just because my relationship looks different than yours doesn’t mean it’s worse in some way.”

Kate nodded sadly, knowing her sister was right. “I get that now.”

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A/N: I was inspired to write this when I thought about how my own family would react to me having a boyfriend like Jason Todd: a man who was secretly a vigilante and had a past too hard for anyone to ever imagine. Hopefully, other people can relate to this and it wasn’t too personal. 😬

Let me know what you thought!!!

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[beccascribbles]

sequel to 'only fools fall for you'

where you give atsumu a taste of his own medicine

a/n - not sure if i like how this turned out... but i hope you enjoyed anyway!

warnings - nsfw (sex, swearing), a little bit of angst because why not, toxic relationship

word count - 3k

You were sticky with sweat, legs shaking as you came down from your orgasm. Atsumu watched you, cock still sheathed inside you as you quivered around him.

"Fuck," he breathed, pulling out slightly to thrust slowly back in, the movement causing you to let loose a whine. Your fingers dug into the flesh of his back. One hand went to cup your face, holding you still as he looked at you. "You're sensitive tonight, sweetheart. Think you can last a little longer? I haven't cum inside you yet."

A low moan escaped your lips as he ground his hips into you, loving the way you clenched around him, the feel of your nails digging into his skin. You were far better than the girl he had been with before turning up outside your door. The sloppy head she had given him had left him frustrated, dying for a good fuck from you, the girl who believed she was his. Your head bobbed in a weak nod, all the encouragement he needed to pound into you, his balls slapping against your ass cheeks. This was purely for his pleasure, though the sight of you, flushed and drooling, was almost enough to send him over the edge. With a loud grunt, he pushed himself deep inside you, releasing the hot seed into your clenching pussy. Slowly, he pulled out, the feel of his cock dragging against your inner walls making you whine.

"You always take me so well, sweetheart," he praised, nipping gently at your neck, hands stroking up your sides. You twined your arms around his neck, letting out a soft whine as his strong arms wrapped around your waist. His next words were a reflex, almost robotic. "I love you."

They were empty of any emotion but you treasured them anyway, loving the way that soft affirmation of love made you feel. While you were aware of the other girls, had seen them with him enough times, you could be certain you were the only one to hear those words fall from his lips.

"Are you staying the night?" you questioned, voice soft as you pulled away from him slightly. His arms released you, a hand going up to cup your face as he brushed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

"I've still got our shower together to look forward to, haven't I?" he teased, getting up from the bed. You edged towards him, resting your feet against the floor. He held his hand out for you, which you took, allowing him to pull you from the bed and towards him. Your legs shook under your weight, and you leaned on Atsumu heavily. You were so weak after he fucked you, a fact that filled him with pride. He was certain he was the only one who got to see you like this and he wanted to preserve that illusion for as long as possible.

As was your routine, you let Atsumu dry you off, let him dress you in one of his t-shirts, and let him pull you down beside him on the bed. You would always have your back pressed against his chest, one of his arms holding you tight against him as he nuzzled at your neck, pressing gentle kisses to the marked surface as you relaxed against him.

In the morning, you would wake up to him gone, the bed beside you empty. Before, he would have stayed, maybe woken you up with a kiss in the morning. That was before he had defined your relationship.

Dazed, barely awake, you reached out a hand, feeling along the covers for him. They were cold to the touch. It was painfully clear he hadn't stayed long. Long enough for you to fall asleep but that was it. It was the same old thing over and over again with him. To think you were still in love with him was foolish. But you were.

For some reason, the empty bed hurt more this time. Maybe it was because you knew how pointless it was to crave him, to pine for his touch. Maybe it was because you finally acknowledged how hopeless this situation was. Tears pooled at the corners of your eyes, finally making their way down your cheeks. Grabbing the hem of the top you had on, you wiped at your tears. It would do no good to cry over him, not when he constantly made you feel like shit.

Needless to say, trying to look presentable for university had been a task you weren't completely prepared for. Your face was left puffy from crying, and there was only so much a bit of makeup could hide. The hoodie you had slipped on, coupled with some sports leggings, added to your appearance. You played the role of tired and stressed student very well. If only it was university that was making you feel like this... That would have been an easy fix. All it would take would be a simple chat with your teacher, followed by some extra support. Atsumu would probably laugh in your face if you told him you had cried. The disdain he would feel towards you would be clearly written across his face. You weren’t sure that you could handle that.

Letting out a sigh, you collapsed into a seat at the back of the lecture theatre, trying to keep Atsumu out of your line of sight. Unfortunately, that was impossible. A girl was currently clinging to his arm, tracing patterns on the exposed skin. You gritted your teeth in annoyance, hearing his honeyed chuckle at whatever she had just whispered into his ear. He leaned forward, lips brushing against her ear, teasing at the sensitive skin. A blush burst to life on her cheeks and she caught eyes with a friend across the room, giving them a subtle wink. You would have to be a fool to not realise what he had just promised her. You slumped further down in your chair, head hanging as you allowed your eyes to drift shut.

The soft tap on your shoulder caused you to jerk upwards, head swivelling from side to side. Finally, your gaze landed on the man beside you, wearing a rather sheepish grin, likely embarrassed by your reaction. He gave an awkward smile. "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I was just wondering if I could sit here."

"No, that's fine," you blurted, waving your hand in a dismissive gesture. "You can sit there."

He slid into the seat next to you, beginning to unpack his bag as you studied him. You were certain he had been in your class from the start of the year, but he had never approached you before. Though you were unaware, it was because Atsumu had warned others away from you. However, now it appeared he was losing interest, those who had previously shown an interest in you were now gathering the courage to approach. The longer you looked at him, the more you had to admit that he was attractive in an effortless way. His dark hair was voluminous, looked to be soft to the touch, while his blue eyes, framed by dark eyelashes, were alluring and appealing. Those eyes darted to meet yours and you stiffened slightly at being caught. You let out an awkward laugh.

"Shit, sorry," you explained, rubbing at the back of your neck. "I didn't mean to stare at you."

"No, no," he chuckled, lips twitching up in a small smile. He had taken your staring as confirmation of some sort of attraction for him, which could only be a good thing. "It's fine. You can look at me all you want... as long as I can admire you as well."

You swallowed, taking a moment to recover from his sudden forwardness. Finally, a coy smile slipped onto your face. This was perfect, a perfect opportunity to give Atsumu a taste of his own medicine. You reached out to run a finger along his inner wrist, lowering your voice and leaning forward. "Sounds good to me."

As the weeks went on, you were easily available to Atsumu far less. Often, he would turn up to your house only to realise you weren't home. After so long without a good long fuck, he craved your touch, needing you to sooth the constant itch that no one else seemed to be able to. He noticed you were avoiding his calls, leaving all his messages on read. That was when the thought of you having found someone else finally entered his brain. Seeing you laughing with that dark-haired man in a coffee shop on campus had only confirmed it for him. He concluded that it must have been this man who was keeping you away from home.

You leaned in towards the man, fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck. Teasingly, you brushed your lips against his, smiling slightly at the way he shivered at the touch, the hand resting on your thigh squeezing slightly. You placed a kiss to his jaw, kissing a slow trail up to his ear. "So, do you want to come back to mine, Daiki?"

This was the first time you had invited him back to yours, mainly out of fear that he would see Atsumu knocking at your door or, at worse, sitting on your bed with that entitled expression of his face that screamed that he expected you to fuck him. However, you figured enough time had gone by for Atsumu to get the hint. You weren't his toy, not anymore.

Daiki agreed readily, pushing his chair back and holding out a hand to pull you to your feet. While he had never been to your house before, you had done plenty in the comfort of his own room. Yet, he felt a rush of pride at finally being invited to your room and slightly nervous. When he had asked why he couldn't come back to yours, you had refused to give him a straight answer, dodging the question. Therefore, he felt like he was being given permission to see another side of you that you hadn't shown him before. He felt like you were finally starting to trust him.

The door shut with a click and you turned to face him. His hands held your waist, pulling you against him as you pulled him in to meet your kiss. Your hands found purchase in his hair, threading through the soft strands. As you lost yourself in the feel of the kiss, the movement of his lips against yours, his hands trailed up beneath your top, running against the warm skin, moving up to cup your breasts. He gave them a gentle squeeze, causing you to moan into his mouth. He needed more. You needed more. Pulling away, you grabbed his hand, leading him towards you bed. With a teasing grin, you pushed him onto the bed, moving to stand between his legs.

Slowly, letting your hands run up your body, you began to pull your top up, revealing smooth skin. Daiki wanted to touch you, to feel the soft skin. As you removed your top, his hands were already at your hips, sliding down your trousers. You stood before him in just your underwear, the sight making his cock twitch, strain against the restraints of his clothes. Teasingly, you stroked him through his trousers, causing him to let out a low grunt and buck into your touch.

"Please undress me, baby," he whined, hand grabbing at your wrist to guide you to the button of his jeans. "I want you to ride me. You'd look so fucking hot bouncing up and down on my cock."

Your hands rested on the button of his trouser as you leaned forward to press your lips against his. As you unbuttoned his trousers, his tongue explored the inside of your mouth while his hand pushed your panties down. He let out a soft moan at the feel of how wet you were. "Fuck, baby."

His fingers brushed against your pussy, slipping along your folds. Slowly, he circled your clit with the tip of his finger, let out a pleased hum at the moan that escaped your lips. With care, he pushed a finger into you, brushing against your inner wall, curving as he thrust back into you again. He always prepared you to take him so well, wanting it to be an enjoyable experience, showing it was for both of your pleasures rather than his own needs. When he inserted another finger, you had managed to pull his trousers, along with his underwear down his legs, finally freeing his cock. Deciding to return the favour, you wrapped your hand around his cock and began to stroke him, causing him to let out a low groan. He removed his fingers from you, sucking the juices from his fingers as you watched. "Get on my lap."

You readily obliged, straddling him, hovering just above his cock. He gripped your hips, guiding you down along his length. At the feel of his cock rubbing against your walls, you let out a whine, the feel of him filling you enough to make your inner walls flutter. He let out a low moan at the feeling, fingers digging into the flesh of your waist. "You feel so good. Do you think you can move?"

In response, you rose up slightly before sinking back down on his cock, marvelling at the feel of him inside of you, filling you up. "Shit, baby. Just like that."

You lost yourself in the feeling, in the soft groans he let out, the laboured breaths. Both of you were so wrapped up in each other, at the feeling of pleasure you felt, that you were ignorant to the sound of the door opening and then clicking shut.

With a frustrated expression on his face, Atsumu leaned against the door, arms crossed as he watched you ride another man's cock, the look on your face so similar to the one he had thought would be his alone to view. It was the sound of his drawl that finally caught your attention. "What a little fucking slut you are."

Your head turned to face him, lips hanging open slightly as you finished sinking down on Daiki's cock. He had gone stiff beneath you, hands gripping at your waist. No more groans slipped from his mouth. Instead he fixed Atsumu with a confused stare, head cocked slightly. "What the hell?"

The next thing you knew, you were being pulled from his lap and pushed behind him. He hurriedly pulled up his boxers and trousers. You were pressed against him, his body blocking most of yours from Atsumu's view. As Atsumu watched in amusement, Daiki wrapped a blanket around you in an attempt to preserve your dignity. Wearily, you addressed Atsumu. "Why are you here?"

"To fuck you obviously," he scoffed, pushing off the wall and stalking towards you. He was undeterred by Daiki's presence, simply pushing him to the side so he could stand directly in front of you. "Why don't you tell your little boyfriend to leave? I sure as hell don't want him here. Come on, sweetheart. If you're that horny... well, you know I can fuck you better."

"He's not my boyfriend," you protested, glancing over at Daiki, who was frozen in what could only be described as shock. It wasn't everyday a man walked into the house of the woman you were currently seeing and told her he was here for sex. "Not yet. We're just seeing how things go."

You could hardly admit that you were too scared of commitment after all the shit Atsumu had put you through.

Atsumu reached up a hand to cup your cheek, ignoring the way you flinched away from him. "Come on, sweetheart. You know I love you."

His hand was pulled away from you by Daiki, who had recovered enough to move to stand beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and giving you a comforting squeeze.

"No, you don't," you spat, hands shaking as they held the blanket closed around your body. "You love the sex, Atsumu. If you really loved me, you wouldn't have been with multiple girls while fucking me, especially when you told me you loved me, that we were together. You're a fucking dick. Get out."

The words surprised him. For as long as he had been with you, you had been so submissive, bending to his will with ease. Now, you were rejecting him, pushing him away. And fuck if that didn't turn him on even more. It was apparent that he didn't plan on leaving, the way he moved closer to you a clear indication. Daiki stepped in front of you, blocking Atsumu's path. "She told you to leave."

"And she's just using you to make me jealous," he laughed, dismissing the young man in front of him. "So why don't you leave? Come on, y/n. You've got your revenge and I'm really fucking horny right now."

"Leave."

Your voice was cold, a tone you had never used on him before. It gave him pause, distracted him enough for Daiki to push him towards the door. Atsumu left, though the loud slam of the door echoing around your room told you how unhappy he was about it. And maybe you still cared a little, still wanted to hear Atsumu tell you that he loved you. But, right now, with Daiki in front of you, a concerned look on his face, you couldn't bring yourself to focus on Atsumu too much. With the smallest amount of hope, you pressed your lips to Daiki's, praying that Atsumu's part in your life had finally drawn to a close.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq smut #haikyuu smut #atsumu x reader #atsumu x y/n #atsumu miya #atsumu smut #sequel to only fools fall for you #atsumu x you #playboy atsumu

[lardguz]

Panic in the Pantry

So I've been really into Ze//ro Esca//pe lately, and I noticed there was like, no weight gain writing for the series, probably because the games themselves are pretty serious most of the time. But I'm gay and a loser so I wrote a thing of Si//gma trying to solve the Pantry escape room by eating everything in sight!

A tall, muscular young man stood in a hallway in front of a door flanked by two other people: another tall young guy who was much thinner and lankier than the first one and was wearing a ridiculous circus ringleader getup, and a short, skinny girl with white hair. The three of them stared at the door in front of them, which had the word “Pantry” being projected from the front of it somehow. The three of them were just one third of the people in this facility as far as they knew, and they were being forced to play something called “The Nonary Game Ambidex Edition” by someone called Zero. The tall muscular man named Sigma and the other half of his bracelet pair, the small girl named Phi, had teamed up with the blonde man in the top hat named Dio, and opened one of the chromatic doors to proceed to the next round of the game. This had led them to the hallway they were currently in, facing the door to what was apparently going to be a pantry.

Sigma turned to his two teammates and motioned towards the door. “So, this place has a pantry. You think that means there were people living here before this game started?”

Phi rolled her eyes and responded in complete deadpan. “No, I think they were just expecting us to be here for a while, Sigma. Of course people were living here. Who else would have built this place?”

“I dunno, they have an AI rabbit in the main computer, who’s to say if this place isn’t run by robots or something?” Sigma retorted. He crossed his muscular arms and glared down at the white-haired girl, who was staring right back at him, unflinching. Dio placed a hand on each of their shoulders and spoke in his usual slow, condescending voice. “All right, all right, settle down you two. We don’t have time for lover’s quarrels right now, remember? We gotta find the key cards for the Ambidex Gate. So let’s get a move on, okay?” Sigma and Phi grumbled in reluctant agreement, and Sigma moved to open the door.

What greeted the trio was a room filled with walls and walls of drawers, each one meticulously labeled with which foods it contained within. The three of them immediately set about examining each drawer. “This is… a lot of food,” Phi whispered as she checked another drawer. “Why did they stockpile so much of it, do you think?”

“Probably so they could keep building this fucked-up murder game without having to make constant trips to the grocery store or something.” Dio responded, pulling out a container of spaghetti from the drawer he was checking. He looked at it with a hint of disgust on his face. “Urgh, it’s all prepackaged food though. The kinda shit that’s loaded with preservatives and stuff to make it last forever. This shit is so unhealthy. Whoever built this place must be a total fatass after living off this for God knows how long.”

Sigma paused as he opened a drawer of udon stir fry bowls. “Wait. Maybe this food isn’t for Zero.”

Phi looked up at him, raising one eyebrow inquisitively. “What do you mean, Sigma?”

He grabbed one of the bowls of udon and ripped open the packaging. Sigma grabbed a noodle with his bare hand and dropped it into his waiting mouth, and spoke as he chewed. “Well, if th’scape room’sh a pantry, maybe th’ puzzle’sh gotta involve thish food!” He swallowed and continued explaining himself. “I mean, why else would one of the escape rooms be a pantry? We probably have to eat a certain amount of the food here to unlock the door or something!” The dark haired man reached his hand into the udon bowl again and grabbed more noodles to eat as Dio and Phi stared at him incredulously.

Phi sighed heavily and went back to searching the room herself, but Dio was laughing too hard to continue doing much of anything. “Hahahaha, holy shit, Sigma, you’re a damn genius! You got this whole game all figured out, huh?” The blonde man’s voice was dripping with sarcasm, but Sigma didn’t care. He was convinced he was right, and so he kept eating his udon stoically. When he finished the first bowl, he reached into the drawer and grabbed another, and another, until he’d cleared it out entirely. When Sigma straightened up to open the next drawer, he felt his middle wobble slightly, and he looked down. His stomach stuck out just a little bit, a nice coating of soft fat just beginning to form over his formerly toned abs. Shaking his head, Sigma opened the drawer anyways, reasoning with himself that if this was the solution to the puzzle, he could sacrifice his muscles for now. Plus there was probably a weight loss antidote as a reward in the safe! He grabbed the packages of curry from the drawer he opened and kept eating, trying his best to ignore his gradually growing waistline.

After an hour in the pantry, Phi and Dio had turned up no hints to solving the puzzle themselves. Sigma also hadn’t encountered any hints, but what he had done was clear out six whole drawers of provisions, and it showed. His outfit, once baggy and poorly fitting, now clung to his new chubby body, accentuating every roll and fold. His blue button-up shirt rode up on his torso, no longer able to be tucked into his matching pants whatsoever. The buttons were beginning to strain against his growing gut, and the short sleeves dug into his fat upper arms. The waistband of his pants was clearly straining as well, his belly and hips oozing over the top of it to form a plush muffin top. His thickening thighs and calves caused the fabric of his pants to look like an overstuffed piping bag, and his ass, which had already been pretty round and desirable before, was starting to feel like it would burst out of his painfully tight pants at any moment.

Sigma had to sit down for a moment to rest, all this ravenous eating tiring out the young man immensely. He sat with his belly in his lap, rubbing it slowly to try and ease off some of the discomfort from his ever-tightening clothes, when suddenly he felt a hard slap on his fat ass from behind. He yelped in surprise and whipped around to see Dio grinning mischievously.

“Now, now, Sigma, c’mon! We don’t have time for you to be resting on your fat ass!” The blonde man chuckled as he tipped the rim of his top hat towards the pantry drawers. “After all, you said so yourself! The solution is probably related to aaaaaall that food! So you gotta get back to eating as fast as possible, so all of us can get the hell outta here!”

“But, my clothes—” Sigma tried to whine, but he was cut off, this time by a disgruntled Phi. “Ah ah ah, no. Shut up, Sigma. You committed to this stupid plan, and we’re gonna make sure you see it through to the end whether you like it or not.” The girl prodded him in the side with a slim finger, which sunk a couple inches into his flab. “Understand?”

Sigma sighed heavily and hoisted himself back up, almost falling over from his sudden shifting weight. After catching himself with one of the drawers, he opened it and began clearing it of its contents. After another few drawers of food were emptied into his stomach, Sigma heard a snapping noise and felt cool air on his gut suddenly. The release of the building pressure of his lower gut straining against the bottommost button of his shirt was enough for him to realize said button had finally come flying off, which meant the rest were probably soon to follow. The sweet release of his painfully tight cloth prison within sight now, Sigma sped up his consumption considerably, shoveling down packaged pizzas and burgers with ease. Two more buttons went soaring off as he feasted, and his massive gut surged forth like a tidal wave of lard. It flopped over the waistband of his pants and reached almost down to his thighs, his crotch still visible for now. The remaining three buttons at the top of his shirt held strong, but his shirt was being stretched across his chest much further than it was meant to, looking more like an oversized bikini top than a button-up. His chest had fattened up considerably, transforming his huge pecs into even more huge breasts, larger than even Alice’s. With the shirt holding them in place for now, like a bra, they didn’t sag to the sides of his growing gut yet. The seams of the short sleeves were starting to creak and groan from how tight there were against his flabby bingo wings, little diamonds of his arm fat starting to ooze through in small rips. His thighs were starting to do the same to his overburdened pants, seams popping every time he moved his legs even slightly. When he bent down to open a drawer that was closer to the floor, a loud ripping sound came from behind Sigma, and Dio started cackling mockingly. Sigma realized with a cold start that the seat of his pants must have been ripped by his growing ass. His chubby cheeks flushing pink, Sigma’s round face, now accompanied by a full double chin, was hot with embarrassment. He looked down at the drawer he had just opened, filled with packaged cupcakes, and wondered if this was even worth the embarrassment at this point.

Before he could make a decision, though, Phi appeared in front of him and leaned down to grab a package of the cupcakes. She tore it open and popped one into Sigma’s unsuspecting mouth, stifling an exclamation of surprise. She held the package out to him as he chewed on the pastry. “You’re not giving up on your plan already, are you, Sigma. What if this really is the solution? You’re so far into solving it already, may as well see it through to the end, right?” She gave Sigma a reassuring smile, and he immediately felt at ease again despite Dio’s laughing still ringing in his ears. Sigma took the package of cupcakes from Phi and smiled, his chubby cheeks causing his eyes to squint. “Thanks, Phi. It’s nice to know at least one of you believes in me.” She mumbled a response that Sigma didn’t catch, but he was already shoving the rest of the cupcakes in his fat face, so it didn’t matter to him.

Another half an hour had passed, and Dio and Phi had decided to make themselves busy with helping Sigma with his plan instead of exploring the rest of the room. The college student was having some issues reaching the lower drawers now, and walking was getting to be a little bit of a problem too, so they were helping bring him more of the provisions for him to eat. The obese man currently stood with one open drawer at chest level, shoveling the food from it directly into his mouth. His double chin had grown into a triple chin, and his neck was slowly being replaced by rolls of soft fat instead. His chubby chipmunk cheeks had begun drooping, looking more like the jowls of an oversized dog instead. The sleeves of his shirt had ripped open a few minutes ago, setting his wobbling arm fat free. His jiggly biceps slapped against his chest every time he lifted more food up to his mouth. His shirt’s one remaining button strained against his growing moobs, massive tears beginning to form in the fabric stretching across his squishy breasts. His stomach rolls had folded over themselves, forming a three tiered flabby apron that went down to his thighs. The button on his pants had burst off a while ago, and his pants seams were all but gone, just a few threads managing to keep his overfed thighs and beanbag sized ass cheeks from bursting out of them entirely. After finishing the drawer directly in front of his face, Sigma turned his bulk towards the pile of food Phi and Dio had gathered for him, and began waddling towards it. He had to spread his legs uncomfortably far apart to keep his thighs from rubbing together, and even then they still did. He also couldn’t bend his legs anymore, his knees buried under rolls of fat from his jiggly thighs. His oversized ass cheeks, each roughly the size of a couch cushion, drooped down about the same distance as his massive gut, and had lost all semblance of shape and tone, now just two squarish blobs of pure lard. The lowest roll of his apron of a stomach slapped against his thighs with every slow, deliberate step forward, sending his entire body wobbling with each one. It took him three minutes to walk ten feet across the room, and the already massive young man was wheezing for breath by the time he stopped. After catching his breath, Sigma grabbed a package of spaghetti and meatballs off the top of the pile, tore it open, and poured it directly into his fat mouth. Then he did the same for a pizza, a meatloaf, a plate of fish and chips, any and everything in the pile was unceremoniously devoured. The last button of his shirt ripped off its overburdened thread and went flying, narrowly missing Dio’s head. The button pinging off the wall seemed to be the signal the rest of Sigma’s clothing had been waiting for, as every remaining seam burst one after another, sending his massive body surging forth.

Dio turned to Phi as Sigma continued stuffing his face without pause, a look of disgust plastered on his face. “He’s still going! The guy is buck-ass-naked in front of us with only his little boxers on, fat as a whale, and still keeps eating!” The blonde tssked loudly as Sigma began shoving crepes into his mouth. “What’re we gonna do about this lardass?”

Phi cocked her head to one side, thinking. “Well, he’s clearly not going to stop til either all the food is gone, or he can’t reach it anymore, and I kinda want to see how far he ends up taking his stupid idea.” She looked straight at Dio, a smug smirk plastered on her face. “Let’s just help Sigma finish his little job and then we can figure out the room ourselves, without his whining.”

Dio chuckled and gave Phi a conspiratorial wink. “Say no more, little miss. That is fuckin’ devious. I like your style!” He sauntered over to the massive food pile he and Phi had made and began handing dishes directly to Sigma’s greedy hands, his fat sausage fingers immediately grasping anything placed near them and emptying it into his mouth. Sigma’s arms were now so fat that his wrists were starting to sink into his own arm fat, and his pillow-sized arm rolls were constantly squished between his multiple layers of love handles and his massive breasts, thus forcing them to rest at an angle at all times, and making it steadily harder for him to reach his face with his food-filled hands. His face looked like it was slowly being absorbed into his fat body, chubby neck rolls and multiple chins surrounding his drooping jowls which were starting to block his vision somewhat. His chins and neck rolls blended together, flowing down his front like a river of flab, nestled between the valley that was his moobs. Shreds of his blue shirt still clung to his breasts, some stuck underneath the pillow-sized bags of fat which sagged horribly to the sides of his gut now that they were free from their cloth prison. His plush side rolls and back fat were fully on display now, showing clearly how his arms were never going to be able to rest at his sides ever again, and that even if he were to try and lay down, he wouldn’t be able to get flatter than a sitting position with all his multitudes of back rolls propping him up and pooling around his body. The topmost layer of his stomach was wide enough to be used as a bed for a medium sized dog, and was too heavy for anyone to lift even on its own. The middle layer folded over on top of where Sigma’s belly button once was, creating a cavity underneath that was probably almost a foot deep now. The middle and bottom rolls of his enormous stomach were pure lard, soft and jiggly, and very, very heavy. The bottom of the lowest roll reached past his knees now, dangling just a foot off the ground. His legs were as thick as tree trunks now, every inch of his adipose-stuffed thighs and calves touching no matter how far apart he spread his legs. Even his toes were fat now, though they could barely be seen with the mass of flab that was his lower calves slowly starting to engulf his ankles. His misshapen, flabby rear end was almost touching the floor as well, each overstuffed bean bag chair of an ass cheek protruding well over a few feet from his morbidly obese body. His boxers hadn’t been destroyed by their mass yet, but the overburdened underwear looked more like the world’s skimpiest thong, with Sigma’s boulder-sized butt cheeks swallowing the stretched fabric of the garment between their bulbous forms. Phi perched herself on top of one of his massive moobs and started dumping food from the pile directly into Sigma’s waiting mouth, his heavy fat-swaddled arms too tired to lift anything more himself. Dio, being much taller than Phi, merely had to lean against Sigma’s increasingly more squishy side to place more food into his pile of chins, which doubled his rate of consumption considerably. Dio and Phi shared a conspiratorial wink. This was the final stretch of Sigma’s stupid plan!

One more hour passed in the pantry before Phi shoved the last prepacked pie into Sigma’s greedy mouth. She sighed in relief and hopped down off the man’s oversized chest, and stepped back to take in the enormity of her bracelet pair mate. Somehow, despite his incredible size and weight, Sigma was still standing on his own two feet. Whether he could still walk remained to be seen, and Phi didn’t have her hopes up very high for that. The young man was ridiculously obese, probably pushing close to half a ton weight-wise now. A loud belch erupted from Sigma’s mouth, his face a bloated parody of what it used to be mere hours ago. His neck rolls pushed his jowls up around his face, making it look like he was sinking and using a life preserver to keep only his fat face afloat. His arms were so swollen they were barely recognizable, the only hint to their existence as arms being the sausage-shaped fingers poking out from the ends. His massively saggy moobs slumped to either side of his stomach, wobbling with every wheezing breath the mountain of a man took. His love handles bunched up underneath the flab-filled bingo wings of his arms, multiple side rolls forming above his hips that were wide enough to fill an entire sofa by himself. His overstuffed gut now reached the floor, the lowest roll pressing firmly into it even when standing upright. His legs looked like a bursting overfilled sausage casing, his thighs' dimpled fat pressing each other so far apart it was utterly insane that he hadn’t fallen over on his fat ass yet. Especially when you considered Sigma’s ass was so stuffed and loaded with squishy fat that it, too, now almost touched the floor even when he was just standing, and his boxers looked like a few pieces of string stretched across the wide expanse of his cheeks. His feet couldn’t be seen behind his wobbling apron of a stomach, but if they weren’t obscured by that mass of pure flab, they would still not be visible; the fat from his calves had collapsed over top of his ankles, hiding his feet entirely. Overall, Sigma had grown to nearly four times his size in just a few hours of clearing out the entire pantry.

Sigma gazed blearily past his enormous chest and stomach at his teammates, letting out another loud burp. He spoke in a voice that sounded unfamiliar to him, the amount of fat coating his vocal chords causing him to sound huskier, with a deeper voice, and his jowls and chins affecting his speech somewhat. “Did… haah… th’ dooh ohpen? Haah… shohl…ve… th’ puzzshle?” he wheezed. Phi groaned. “Of course you didn’t, you moron! We told you that stuffing yourself wasn’t going to be the solution!”

Dio chuckled and clapped a hand to Sigma’s flabby lovehandle. “Yeah, but we knew you’d never shut up if we didn’t let you try it, so we decided to just let you do your thing, and now here we are!” The blonde man pinched the soft side rolls, forcibly wobbling them back and forth, causing a cacophony of Sigma’s rolls and flaps to slap into each other loudly. The man moaned in discomfort, but Dio continued his torment, delighting in watching the helpless Sigma jiggling all over.

Raising his voice to be heard over the noise of the shockwaves rippling all over his half-ton of flab, Sigma spoke in a husky whine. “Sho then… haah… whuh ah we… haah… gunna do to… haah… eshcape?” Phi patted the lowest roll of his stomach sympathetically before speaking. “Well, Dio and I are gonna figure out how to actually escape this room now. Together. Without you, Sigma.”

The blubbery man burped again before speaking. “But… haah… whuh am I… haah… how do I… haah… help you guysh… haah… sholve it?” He looked upset, like he’d failed both Phi and Dio with his stupid plan by becoming useless to them both. Phi turned her back to him, ignoring his question entirely. Dio stopped jiggling Sigma’s soft side rolls and followed the short woman to see how he could help. Sigma was left standing in the middle of the pantry, the weight of his failure pressing down on his conscience just about as much as the weight of his fat was pressing down on his body. He’d never eaten so much in his life, not even when he was partying constantly in his freshman year of college. How did he think this was a smart idea? He was so stupid! No wonder Phi and Dio let him do this to himself just to get him out of their way. Just before Sigma’s self-pity party was going to get too sad, Phi shouted from across the room. “Hah! Got it! Told you I could handle it, Dio!” She strutted triumphantly back across the pantry towards Sigma’s weighty form, Dio following at a distance, grumbling. “Well, I figured you’d be fine, but I also thought maybe you could use a man’s help. A smart man. Not like big ol’ land whale over there.”

Phi stood in front of Sigma’s stationary form, waving up at his bloated face. “Hey, Sigma! I got the key to get out of here from the safe. There’s some other stuff too but none of it’s of much use to us right now.” The near-immobile man breathed a sigh of relief. At least one of them had managed to solve the escape room. “Thash grea’, Phi!” he said aloud, still surprised at how different his voice was now, “Sho are we leaving now?” He tried to look down at the girl directly in front of him, but couldn’t see her past his enormous gut, moobs, and chins. Phi must have realized this, as suddenly she was jumping in the air and landed directly on his flabby chest, standing in front of his face. She looked him up and down before speaking. “Sigma, do you think you can still walk?”

Sigma wiggled his toes experimentally, nodding decisively as he felt he could still move his feet at least. “I c’n proba’ly walk, yeah. Migh' take me shome time though. Shorry.” Phi patted his jowls reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Sigma. I’ll make sure Dio doesn’t leave without us. Just take your time, okay?” The agile young woman hopped back down, running ahead to keep Dio busy, leaving Sigma to begin his most arduous task of his life: walking a few hundred feet across a room and getting through the door. Slowly he began moving his right leg, the fat coating it shifting past his left leg and slapping against the bottom of his drooping stomach. He moved his left leg forward slowly, essentially walking in a very slow, heavy, exaggerated waddle. His gut touched the floor and the front of his legs the entire way, slapping into his gelatinous thighs every waddling step, sending its entire expanse of rolls wobbling like a pendulum. His shapeless ass cheeks balloon out behind him, jiggling like jello every time he moved even a little. Sigma’s fat face felt like it was on fire, his cheeks bright red and sweaty from the effort of moving around a thousand pounds of fatty flesh across a room. His breath was coming in rasps, mouth agape and panting, his multiple chins wobbling as his chest heaved from the exertion. After something like ten minutes of waddling his fat ass towards the door to escape the pantry, Sigma finally stopped to catch his breath. Taking big wheezing gulps of air, his massive breasts shaking from any slight movement of his chest, Sigma spent another five minutes just preparing to leave the door. Finally, his breathing about as stable as it could be with his lungs being crushed under a half ton of body fat at all times, the enormously overfed man began taking small, waddling steps towards the door. Three.. his thigh slapped loudly against his lowest gut roll. Two… he grasped the door frame with his pudgy sausage fingers. One… he slowly inched his wide body through the door, until suddenly, he stopped. Why am I not moving anymore? He thought to himself, before trying to pull himself forward again. Still nothing. What the fuck was stopping him? He couldn’t turn around to look because his neck was so encased in fat that he couldn’t rotate his head at all, but Sigma didn’t really have to look to guess that the cold metal digging into his soft hips was the door frame, and that his ass was too wide to fit through the door. Well, fuck. That’s not good. Sigma swore internally, before calling out for help. “Hey, Phi… haah… Dio? Haah… haah… there'sh a… haaaaaaah… pro’lem! Pleashe… haah… haah… help?” After a few seconds, Phi returned from further down the hall, Dio not far behind, both taking stock of the situation in front of them. Sigma was fully wedged in the doorway, his massive gut and chest hanging in front of him slightly as his hips, thighs, and couch-sized ass were clearly jammed in the other side of the door. Dio sighed. “All right, big guy. We’re gonna need to get extra help for this. Hold tight.” Sigma whined as the left, calling after their retreating forms, “Guysh, don’… haah… leave me… haaah… behind… haah… buh pleashe… bring… haah… haah… bring… shnacksh… hungry…” Phi stared at Dio incredulously as they ran to find the others. “He just asked for snacks. After all that, he’s still hungry. Unbelievable. Maybe he really will end up the size of a whale before this is all over.”

#my writing #fat!zero escape #fat!sigma klim #male weight gain #ssbhm

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

The Auction - Tool

Inspired by this prompt by @justplainwhump . 

Tool uses he/they pronouns and shout out to the amazing people who beta read this for me! @haro-whumps @walkingchemicalfire @unicornscotty @much-ado-about-whumping @valkyrie-whump Thank you all for your help! 

(also @whump-it named Cog and I do plan to do a little more with him.) 

CW: human trafficking/slavery, dehumanization (not pet whump, just "less than"), physical abuse, creepy whumper, conditioned mindest, references to the Machine, diss//ociation, loss of control, broken whumpee, manhandling.

[Tool Masterlist] 

Tool stood perfectly straight, hands clasped behind his back against the wall. The guests milled around the room, crystal glasses clinking and low refined music drifting over the crowd. The latest stock was ready, and the Mechanic had invited people to the manor to view. There would be an auction later, in which Tool was supposed to keep things running smoothly behind the scenes. He was to take care of everything behind the scenes.

They had been working non-stop to get the ballroom ready for the auction. They had sent one of the little cleaning robots – the one they had affectionately named Engelberger – to make sure the floor was clean and prepared. Engelberger was in the ballroom, Nobel was in the hallways, and Tesla was in the parlor. Tool let them work in the background, then hurried the bots away back to the charging stations. The Mechanic wouldn’t care if the bots were out and about, but Tool didn’t like the idea of them getting stepped on.

It was easier to care about them than the stock kept in the back bays. Tool never heard Tesla crying when he walked by the station, never saw Engelberger tremble in fear when he approached or watched the light fade from Nobel’s eyes.

No, Tool preferred the litter of robots. Besides, they would be the only ones left after tonight.

So Tool stood back, dressed in the black slacks and black button-up shirt that the Mechanic had given them. Waiting, savoring the simple act of breathing.

The stock was lined up against the other wall, available for appraisal and perusing. Heads down, hands hanging loosely by their sides. Tool had promised, promised, himself that he wasn’t going to get attached. No point. There was nothing that he could offer besides gentle movement or the rare soft word. Nothing could be done, nothing at all.

The one at the end of the line caught his eye again. Cog.

The man was utterly crushed at this point. Worse than the others, even worse than Tool. Their heart ached for him, for the empty way that he moved. Tool had tried to help, really tried, but Cog still ended up hollow. But he was supposed to be hollow – right?

Tool was too deep in thought, too distracted to notice the man that was quickly approaching. Before they knew it, he was up close, inspecting them.

“Is it true? That you’re all submissive and shit?”

Light blue-green eyes skated across the man’s face, desperately trying to figure out what to do. In the end, they did nothing. The man leaned forward, measuring Tool against some invisible standard only he knew. Tool’s brow’s furrowed, subconsciously leaning away with shallow breaths.

“He’s not just, like, paying you to act like this?”

Their face must have conveyed their confusion, because the man grinned.

A slap. Open handed, holding nothing back. Tool’s head snapped to the side, disoriented by the sudden strike. They looked back, only to be struck again. After the fourth they stumbled, hand reaching out to the wall for balance. Their cheek stung sharply and they had accidently bitten their tongue, eyes watering. What had they done wrong to deserve this?

A few others had gathered behind the aggressor, sipping from their champagne flutes and observing. Tool didn’t look to them for help, didn’t expect it.

“Oh my god, you really don’t do anything, do you?”

Tool nodded along, hand coming up to gently cup their cheek. It was hot to the touch. Skin sensitive.

“He said you were top of the class before; is that true? Biomedical whatever.”

He kept his eyes down, finally balanced enough to let go of the wall and stand straight. Yes, biomedical engineering – not that it mattered anymore. Tool didn’t really like to think about before. He could never go back there, never fit back in. Graduate school was for whole people, for those who had a future and ambitions. He didn’t have those anymore; didn’t need them. No, Tool was just that; a tool for others to use. He had a specific skillset, but so did the Mechanic’s rachet set and no one would send that to school.

“Where?”

“Ralford, Sir.”

The man whistled. “Damn. From Ivy League to cowering in the corner.” He paused. “Wait, wait wait wait – you’re that kid that disappeared last year. Yeah, I saw something about it in the papers when I was up there. J-something-or-other. He really took a student government president and turned them into a puppet, didn’t he?”

Tool nodded again, wanting the man to stop talking. He wanted this night to be over, to go back to the cot in the corner and sleep until the next day came. Go back to the menial tasks with no bodies to take care of.

The man grabbed Tool’s jaw, forcing eye contact.

“I want you.”

Tool blanched, not sure what to do. They, they weren’t part of the auction – right? They hadn’t even considered it until this very moment, and now they were torn. Farther away from the Machine, but at what cost? What would this man use them for?

The man spun them around, looking at their back as if searching for something. “What’s your number thing-“

“Problem, Mr. Elks?”

Tool swallowed, freezing in place at the sound of the Mechanic’s voice. Were they glad he had come? Or disappointed?

“Oh, nothing Nigel. Just taking a look at your fine stock.” The man smiled, rubbing his knuckles into Tool’s skull. They winced, still overly-sensitive from the strikes.

The Mechanic’s gaze hovered over the red marks on Tool’s face before he smiled diplomatically and grabbed their shirt, dragging them away. “Apologies, but my assistant is not part of tonight’s auction.”

Tool stood closer to the Mechanic, slightly behind him. Their legs felt weak, and they told themself it was from relief. The small group of other attendees still invested in the scene unfolding before them.

Mr. Elks put his hands in his pocket, grinning casually. “Come on Nigel, everything’s got a price. Besides, can’t you just make another – or are you lying? Tricking us with grandiose promises?”

Tool was trembling. A trick? A lie? No, no the Machine was so very very real. The door at the end of the east hall hung over the entire manor, thoughts of it creeping down Tool’s spine at even the thought of disobedience. Their heart was beating faster by the moment.

The Mechanic smiled, nearly inhumanly sensing Tool’s panic. He reached back and grabbed their forearm, dragging them back into the fray.

“Does this look like a lie? Like a trick? Kneel.”

Knees hit the hardwood without hesitation. Tool’s clasped hands hung in front of him, head down and respectful. The situation was perilous; one word and he could be shoved back into the Machine. Not for some act of disobedience or misconduct, but simply as an example. To show the lasting terror the experience left on the minds that experienced it.

“If it’s real, then I’m sold.” Mr. Elks paused, “And you say this can be done to anyone?”

“Anyone. You bring them to me and I will make them obedient.” Tool’s chin was lifted, and those light blue-green eyes met the Mechanic’s steely gray.

“I still want this one. A compromise, perhaps?”

Tool watched, gaze still locked on the Mechanic’s face, as one of the man’s brows rose, a silent go on.

“One week. A trial period. Then I’ll bring in my own for you to remake.” The Mechanic looked as if he was considering it, and Tool’s heart was in their throat. The Mechanic must have been able to feel it from his grasp on their chin, and he grinned subtly.

“I believe that may be possible-“

“I would also be interested in that deal.” Another voice, a female one. Tool stayed perfectly still, never looking away even as their hands started to shake. Their helplessness was choking them, laying like a heavy fog. They took a deep breath, reminding themself they had no control, no authority, no choice when it came to these matters. The mindset calmed them, in the blank, disconnected way that it always did. What happened around them would just happen, regardless of their input. So Tool waited for someone else to make a decision for them.

A few more scattered voices chimed in, and the Mechanic straightened.

“Then I shall add them to the auction list. One-time offer, one week.”  He motioned for Tool to follow and strode over to the other stock. Tool did as he was told and stood next to the others.

They kept their eyes down, letting the invasive looks slide off.

Just let it happen. 

~

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[writingsbychlo]

put her together again (prologue)

word count; 2398

summary; while in the field, mitch encounters a hostile force who almost takes him out, and accidentally finds himself tangled up in something far more advanced than he’d ever imagined.

notes; this is the prologue to a new series, and it’s a pretty dark one. there will also be a lot of triggering themes, so watch out for that!

warnings; violence, slight gore, reference to torture, death, reference to mental & emotions abuse, possible suicidal references, reference to self harm, reference to branding, reference to brainwashing & manipulation.

Mitch would be dead, if it hadn't been for the quick thinking of Stan. Another agent in the field was unexpected, a target that had training that far exceeded his own, he really stood no chance. Up against him or Stan, even both of them together, she would have come out on top. 

Whoever the girl was, she was one hell of a fighter. 

With his hands on his knees, he lifted one to brush at his forehead, wincing at the blood along his hairline as the cut stung, and he wiped the back of his hand across it, red smearing his skin and the cool air sweeping across it for only a second, before he was feeling blood begin to build up along the gash once again. With a sigh, he searched around for his gun, one that had been knocked from his hand only a minute into the fight, and he located it sitting under some knocked over tables in front of a little street coffee shop. The roads were empty now, not even the honking of horns or screaming of civilians, the man you’d been protecting having achieved in his mission of setting off a bomb, and he glared at you as he clicked the safety off and checked it to be loaded. 

Holding up the weapon, he aimed it at your head, feeling zero remorse as he closed his finger over the trigger, squeezing down and releasing the bullet, only a second after fingers had wrapped around his own and jolted his aim to the side, the metal pinging off of the cobblestone walkway as it cracked the tile it landed on, clattering away across the quarter. 

With a growl, he spun to face the man, his mentor fixing him with an equally stern and hard gaze as it had always been, especially in the first few weeks that he’d been in his training, all that time ago. “She helped kill people today, Stan. She was going to kill us.”

“We aren’t executioners. We take her back with us, we get information out of her.” He snatched his hand back from the man, grunting an agreement before clicking it back to safety and tucking the device into the back of his pants. “You know as well as I do that she was a hired gun. She was protecting him, so much so that she was willing to die at your hand to let him get away. I want to know who hired her, she’s our lead.”

He knew it made sense, it was perfectly logical, but he hated the way you were cooperative in this, he hated that the woman at his feet had allowed such things to happen, and he fought hard to suppress the wild anger he had worked so hard to learn to contain and control back down. Instead, he spat out the blood in his mouth with a grimace, stepping over you to walk back towards the car and making sure to drag his foot across your body to plant a rough kick into your ribs, not that you reacted in your unconscious state, but it made him feel a little better. 

Instead, he did as he was told, opening the trunk of the car and fishing around in the toolkit for the duct tape before making room to stuff you inside a minute or two from now, and he looked at the bullet holes along the side of the vehicle, rolling his eyes with an angry huff. He wasn’t exactly gentle, your arms behind you back and sealed up tightly before attaching you ankles together too, and sealing one over your mouth for good measure, should you wake up on the journey to the safe house. 

By the time he had you loaded into the back of the car and fastened in, Stan was already sitting in the driver’s seat, the engine running as he waited, and the second he was within the car, it was starting up and peeling away from the scene, calling Irene to explain the situation. He didn’t bother to listen in, barely perking up to add his input, before he was resting his head back against the window, the adrenaline coming down and revealing to him just how much his body ached all over. 

He was sore and covered in cuts and bruises, he could already feel it under his clothes, every rub of the fabric against somewhere that was pained, and he couldn't wait to get into the shower, dismissing Irene alongside Hurley from the second they’d arrived at the isolated little home. You were still unconscious when he opened the back of the car up, much to his relief because he knew wasn’t feeling like starting another fight as you resisted, and slung your body over his shoulder to carry you inside, taking the tape with him. Stan had a chair set up, in the middle of the room read for you, and he tossed Stan the roll of tape once you were slumped into it, before making a beeline to the bathroom and calling the first shower.

He barely hesitated, only pausing to grab a change of clothes from his bag, before finding himself switching on the hot water, and peeling his clothes off of his body, stepping under before steam has even begun to fog the mirrors. A groan bubbled up from him before he could stop it, sounding out in the bathroom as the tension immediately soothed just from the hot water, body practically melting into the tub as he eased himself of the aches, and he had to force himself not to fall asleep in the comfortable heat and relaxation. 

Instead, he busied himself with scrubbing down; blood, dirt and grime washing away into the drain as he watched it go, scrubbing a hand through his hair and the colour only darkened as it washed away. The cuts would sting each time he got soap or hot water within them, but once the runoff was going clear instead of red and grey, he was beginning to see where he was grazed and cut, and where he was simply beginning to bruise. He knew he couldn't stay too long, using up all the hot water before Stan had a chance to get in, and as tempted as he was in the will for amusement purposes to leave the older man to shower in the freezing cold, he wasn’t that cruel.

He towelled himself down, and pulled on his boxers, finding the cream from bruises and ointment for his cuts, making sure to take care of himself and place gauze over the worse once, before finally pulling on sweats and a fresh t-shirt, scrubbing at the longer strands of his hair and making a note to get another haircut, before stepping back out into the main room. 

“Leave me some hot water?” He smirked, the thought he’d once had flashing across his mind once again, but he nodded as Stan scooped up a towel and change of clothing for himself. “Good, I won’t be as long as you were, princess, but if she wakes up while I’m in there, just knock on the door.”

He sneered in the older man’s direction, but let him go, and the door closed, leaving him alone with the woman in the chair. He was certain Stan would have already followed all of the formalities, but he decided it wouldn't hurt for him to check you over himself, and so he made sure to pat you down with what he could reach, checking for anything that you could use to escape or fight back. He even checked your hands, and under your tongue, no hidden razor blades or sharp objects, and he eventually deemed you to be okay. Pulling up his one chair, he set it backwards, straddling the seat and resting his arms over it, balancing his chin atop them, before staring at you intently. 

He didn’t like you, but you were a mystery. No matter how many time she had insulted you or goaded you, you’d never once spoken back. You didn’t fall for the temptation to lash out with words like every other person he’d fought had, and you didn’t have the same sinister flash of pure evil in your eyes that he was s used to seeing. There was no hatred, malice or anger when you fought, only determination, but your eyes had been blank as you worked, as though you were simply working, nothing in the situation being of any gain to you.

Stan came out of the bathroom, steam curling out of the doorway as he did, and Mitch turned to offer him a quick look, catching the raised brow he received in response, and letting his thoughts flow freely from him.

“Don’t you think she’s a little odd?”

“What do you mean?” Stan was leaning on the edge of the counter that connected them to the kitchen, and he rubbed a hand over his mouth, before crossing his arms. 

“She didn’t react. I looked into her eyes, there was nothing. Nothing. No anger or hate or pure joy at killing, it was like there was nobody in there. A robot, not a person. It was more terrifying than facing someone who took pleasure in killing.” He sighed, both of them snapping up to look at your from the first twitch of your leg, a foot sounding out across the carpet. 

“Guess we’re about to get some answers. Maybe that’ll put you at ease.”

He huffed doubting it would do anything other than anger him further, but your eyes were opening to look at them both. He expected fear, a sudden jolt as you tried to free yourself, looking around for escape exits and a way to get free. Maybe some glaring, growling out curses under the tape and making a show of trying to seem defensive, but you didn’t.

Instead, you took a single deep breath, keeping your gaze fixed on the carpet before you as your hands flexed out behind your back, cracking your knuckles and stretching your muscles, but then falling flat, and you almost seemed o relax into the chair, slumping your body weight over it but wincing when you pressed against something that must’ve hurt. 

He shared a look with Stan, his confusion only growing, but Stan shrugged a little, before flipping out the blade on his pocketknife, and moving towards you, the scare tactics beginning, but you never even flinched. Not when he peeled the tape from your mouth, not when he pressed the blade to your shoulder with the threat of pushing it through. Threats didn’t work, shouting didn’t work, it didn’t even work when Mitch had filled the tub with cold water and held you over it in a threat of dropping you within, and still, you were unmoving. 

They had thought through every option they could to get their answers, without ever physically harming you, and do Stan had decided to resort to mind games. He filled up a glass of water at the sink upon watching you swallow down thickly on what he assumed to be a dry throat for the fourth time within the last minute, and he made sure to make a show of preparing it. He clinked a spoon against the edge of the glass once, taking his time in preparing it, before bringing it out to you and offering it up to your lips, an almost friendly smile on his lips. 

You leaned in, taking a large gulp of the water without hesitation, drinking down almost half of the glass, much to both of their surprises, and his eyes widened when Mitch turned to him.

“She didn’t even smell it for traces, or taste test. She doesn’t care.”

They were just regrouping for a discussion when you finally spoke up, the sharp intake of breath making their heads snap back toward you, and your eyes were glued on Mitch’s own, a cold and empty gaze that sent a shover rocking along his spine, and goosebumps rising on his skin. 

“Units must not return without assignment success.” His brows furrowed, jaw dropping a little as he turned to face you more fully, and he frowned when you didn’t speak up again, but he gave you a chance, your tongue flicking out to lick over a busted lip as you tried to clear your throat. “Termination in the field, or termination at base. You must terminate the unit.”

“Oh, fucking hell.”

“What? This gibberish mean something to you?” When he looked back at his superior, the man was a little paler, eyes wide like saucers and jaw hanging wide, and Mitch had never seen this look on a man’s face before. “Hurley?”

Instead of responding, he moved to crouch in front of you, holding your gaze intently. “What is the name of your company?”

“Unit cannot comply with your request.”

He let out a ragged sigh, flicking out the blade once again and Mitch got to his feet quickly, fearing that Stan may actually gut you like a fish in his anger, but he circled behind you, cutting away the material of your shirt around your neck and letting out a loud shout at what he found. Stumbling over his own feet to get a look, he found a tattoo, branded into your skin with a symbol he didn’t recognise, but it would seem Stan did.

“I heard rumours from the higher-ups, notes on previous cases as eye witness results, but it always just seemed like a myth.” He seemed almost shocked, and Mitch has no idea what was going on, but he felt like he was drowning in the thoughts flying through his mind, his head pounding with all the new information he was processing. 

“Does that mean something?”

“Yeah, it does.” 

“And what are we supposed to do with her, then?” Stan let out a groan, and you shifted a little when the seat jolted as the older man kicked at the chair leg angrily, but you never looked back at them, your expression never shifting from the same haunting emptiness you’d held continually since he’d first laid eyes on you.

“Call Irene, tell her we have a Nocturnus agent in play, and that she’s alive.”

#mitch rapp #mitch rapp/reader #mitch rapp x reader #mitchtober #mitch-tober #mitch month #mitch rapp american assassin #dylan obrien american assassin #dylan obrien mitch rapp #dylan obrien x reader #dylan obrien/reader #dylan obrien imagine #dylan o'brien #dylan obrien #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan obrien fic

[local-spoon-does-a-thing]

Samuel Hayden x Reader headcanons

A/N: Finally, after the long wait, it's here. I apologize for taking so long and I appreciate your patience with me! Hope you enjoy! The next one is going to be VEGA headcanons!

First meeting

For the sake of the fic, let's just say that you two met through the job. You are newly employed into the UAC. Obviously, seeing a 10 foot robot and realizing that you'll be working with a 10 foot robot would at the very least peak your interest.

Since you two would be working together from now on, you would try to get to know him better. But of course, he'll just treat you like he does with the rest of the workers and either give you boring, short answers or put down the questions. Wow, does he have a stick up his metal ass or something?

Let's just say that your first impression of him left a bitter taste in your mouth. Or maybe you're into that kind of thing, I don't know. But your curiosity for the immortal robot pushes you to continue your attempts. One day, he'll crack and boy, was it going to be worth it.

What your friendship would be like

Okay, he won't admit it but you finally got him to crack. See? Told you that your repetitive attempts would be worth it. All it takes is just A LOT of patience with this robot. Anyway, your determination starts to shine onto him after some time has passed and he admires it. Whenever his other workers tried to do the same thing you did in the past, they would all usually give up. But not you.

You did not give up one bit. Even when you felt like you were about to, you kept pushing forward with each (failed) attempt. And this was for trying to get to know him better. He can only imagine what you're like while you're working. But then again...you work with him so your work ethic doesn't go unnoticed.

Sooner or later, you two are talking and he actually answers your questions instead of giving you short half-assed ones. Though, if it's too personal or out of line, he'll put it down and warn you about it. Again, you're gonna need the patience. At least now, he's beginning to open up.

The friendship starts out very slow. There are times when you aren't able to talk to him at all throughout the whole day since he's a very busy person.

As your bond grows inch by inch, he starts to give you heavy constructive criticism on your work. Yes, this may seem harsh for some or most people, but he wants you to strive to be better. Don't worry, though! With criticism, he gives you a couple compliments here and there. Maybe if you're lucky enough, he'll offer his assistance. You should definitely take this as a form of bonding time.

Once you two get close enough, he'll start to become a bit more talkative around you. Hell, sometimes he even invites you to his office during your break times. You two would either talk about work, ask questions about each other, make some inside jokes, or just enjoy the other's company. He feels comfortable whenever you're around. Again, he won't admit it so don't expect him to admit out any mushy thoughts.

The crush stage

Ohhh boy, he has no idea what's going on. He doesn't have a heart, but why can he feel his non-existent heart beating so fast whenever you're around? Why does he become so restless all of a sudden? Had his gears malfunctioned? Was it the argent energy that was doing this to him? Hayden becomes desperate to figure out what the hell is happening to him.

He doesn't tell anyone about this since he's not that close with anyone, excluding you. He does research on his own and takes notes of himself so you might catch him more distracted whenever you hang out at his office.

If you ask about it, he'll deny it and quickly change the topic to something else. Don't bother bombarding him with more questions because he'll just continue to deny it.

After a short time has passed, he figures out what's wrong with him. And it's worss than he could ever imagine. He likes you in a not-so platonic way. Throughout his long years of living, he has never felt this way before. He was always closed off and was strictly business. But you managed to thaw your way into his icy heart. God, how could he let this happen?

You know something is going on. Before, he was distracted. And now, he's closed off, just like he was during your first encounters with him. Geez, this robot really does run on hot and cold, huh? He rarely invites you to his office now. When you're in his presence, he goes to a different room. He's trying to avoid you. He wants to get rid of these feelings.

Looks like your patience is going to be in good use once again. But you know that you can't hold it for long. If this continues, then you know that you're going to have to confront him about it.

Meanwhile, it seems that simply avoiding you and occupying his thoughts with work isn't going as planned. You still manage to end up in his thoughts. And when he sees you moving around the building, it's like someone just put glitter on his eyes (lens?) and now you look prettier than the last time he saw you.

Confession time

You decide that this whole ordeal has gone on long enough. Whether the feelings are mutual or not, you just want your friend back. Now, you stand in front of his office. As you knock on the door, you wait for an answer. It doesn't come by after a couple of moments. The door slides open and you can see the robot with piling works on his desk. Even you could tell that he was exhausted. Hayden straightens your back and tenses. Without any other word exchanged, you step into the room and cut him off just as he was about to speak.

"Doctor Hayden, do you not enjoy my company anymore? Did something happened? Have...we not been friends at all?" You decide to cut to the chase since you want to know his reasoning behind all of this.

This...wasn't expected from you. He didn't even expect your presence at all. He was going mad with these yucky emotions but sometimes, it felt nice to imagine what could be in the future. But that niceness turned into pain. Not knowing what you'll say or do to him once he confesses hurt him. He doesn't like the unknown. Though it seems like he has no choice now. One thing he wants is to get this off of his chest.

Before he confesses his reasoning for his doings, he hardened himself and braced for the worse. His confession to you is blunt and straightforward. No beating around the bush at all. Samuel stills and awaits for your answer.

If you reject him

He quiets. Nothing is to be heard in his office but his gears turning and working. He braced himself for this, yet he wasn't ready enough, not strong enough. He doesn't know what to feel. Anger? But not towards you. Sorrow? He was mostly at fault. Hayden does nothing else but give you a nod and dismisses you from the office. Maybe...it was better to keep quiet. He won't make the same mistake again.

Your friendship is more cold and lonely now. He copes by burying himself with work, barely giving you any attention. He still wants you as a friend, yes, but it just hurt every time he saw you.

If you accept

Totally caught off guard. Hold on, he just needs a minute. Wait, so you like him too? He asks once more to confirm it, and you did. He felt like all of the weight he's been holding has finally released him and was replaced with a familiar feelings of euphoria. If robots could smile, he would be grinning right now. But you could tell by his voice that he was immensely happy. The feelings are mutual, thankfully. He stands from his desk and walks over to you. He doesn't know what to say or express so he hugs you for the first time and thanks you.

What your relationship would be like

At the beginning stage of the relationship, he will be a tad bit agitated. He already has a hard time showing physical affection when you two were only friends before. Plus, this is his first relationship. He doesn't want this to be all willy nilly, he wants this to be a very serious thing. So for a while, you're going to have to be the one to initiate the affection first. He's a quick learner so soon enough, he gets the hang of it.

Definitely NOT the PDA type. During work, he is strictly all business. No tomfoolery allowed. He won't hold your hand when there's other workers around, no lovely words from him, etc. The most that he'll do is place a hand on your shoulder or on your back. I think that he would rather keep his relationship private instead of letting the whole world know. But behind the doors, oh boy, he can be one smooth motherfucker. He may not be good with physical affection, but he can be smooth with words.

Once you two have built up your relationship, he becomes more comfortable with giving affection and reciprocating it. He'll hug you more often, give you encouragement whenever you're feeling down, or maybe just even hold your hand while he works (but only if it's just the two of you in his office).

Not gonna lie, he gets pretty beaten down every time he realizes that he can't kiss you. He doesn't have lips, after all. So you're the one that's going to have to smooch his face plate. His body overheats a bit every time so be careful.

As for cuddling, he's like your own personal heat rock. This robot doesn't really need to sleep, but you do. He'll let you sleep whenever you sit on his lap and just admire your peaceful expression. At first, he may seem like a cold-hearted metal killjoy, but he really does care. And he really cares about you.

#doom eternal #doom 2016 #samuel hayden #samuel hayden x reader #doom x reader #x reader #fanfiction #headcanons

[spidersfanfics]

Snowed In

Sova x Reader | Hurt Comfort | Cyborg Trauma | Self Indulgent

Despite having recently lost your leg in an accident, you insisted on joining the other agents on a wintery vacation. Today's chosen activity had been skiing and although you were becoming fairly confident on your new leg, you weren't sure if you wanted to risk it against a mountain quite yet. So you stayed behind and your long-time crush volunteered to keep you company. However, you end up getting more than you'd bargained for when an unexpected blizzard keeps the others away for longer than anticipated.

You peered out of the cabin window and shivered, "The storm's really kicking up out there. Do you think the others will be okay?"

"I'm sure the ski resort will be very responsible," Sova reassured you, sliding up next to you at the window.

"Yeah, you're probably right, I just worry you know?" you turned away and headed towards the kitchen. "I guess it's a good thing my leg stopped us from going with them. I'm making some hot chocolate, you want some?"

Sova followed behind you, eager for something sweet, "Sounds good to me." He sat at the kitchen island while you drifted about, preparing drinks for the both of you. "How *is* your leg, by the way?"

You shrugged and shifted your weight back and forth between your left leg and your newly robotic right one. "It's getting easier to use. And Breach has been trying to help me but either robot arms and legs are less similar than we thought or I'm just bad at this."

"I'm sure it's the former," Sova offered reassuringly.

You just laughed and slid him his mug of hot chocolate. "Thanks," you told him dryly, "At least it doesn't hurt anymore, you know, so I could actually come on this trip."

"You're surprisingly chill about all of this," he commented as he sipped carefully at his drink.

He winced as the drink scalded his tongue and you clicked your tongue in disapproval at his impatience. "What's there to not be chill about? Most of you have mechanical parts of some kind. So I got my leg blown off, it happens in our line of work."

Sova shrugged, and glanced hesitantly at his mug. "I suppose. When I lost my eye I was out of commission for months. And using the replacement gave me a headache."

You tapped your fingers against the counter, "Well actually-" but whatever you were about to say got sidetracked by the fact that the two of you were suddenly plunged into darkness.

Well, not total darkness you suppose. As your eyes adjusted to the far dimmer lighting, you hurried over to a window to look outside. What had earlier been just the start of a bad storm had turned into a full blown blizzard, and you could only assume it had knocked over a powerline somewhere.

Almost instantly, the cold started to seep in and you shivered. "Well, power's out."

"Seems like it," Sova frowned. "Come on, and bring your drink, lets head to the living room and try to start a fire.

He led you over to the fireplace which was, perhaps fortunately in this case, a genuine fireplace and not an electric prop. After all the cabin itself typically had heating and so the fireplace had never been upgraded to give the place more of a rustic feel.

Sova knelt next to the place and grabbed a stick.

"Do you know what you're doing?" You asked, standing over him.

"Probably," he replied, twirling the stick about uselessly. "Phoenix tried to show me once. Told him it was easy for him to say, being a radiant and all. But he insisted saying it was good for me to know as the "survivalist" of the group."

As he rambled on, you dug around in your pockets for a moment and managed to find a pack of matches. "Here, these might be easier."

Sova looked up and for a moment seemed embarrassed to see what you were holding but he took it gratefully. "Yeah, maybe. Why did you have these?"

You just shrugged and sipped your hot chocolate, "I like to be prepared."

"Maybe Phoenix should try coaching you as the survivalist instead," Sova laughed as the fire caught and flared up in a burst of heat.

You settled in eagerly next to it, feeling the warmth envelop you. The sudden change in temperature made the connection between your thigh and your prosthetic ache. You noted with dismay that despite the bugs you had been warned about, pain receptors were definitely fully functional.

"Everything alright?" Sova asked, noticing your discomfort.

"Was it that obvious?" You ask, "It's nothing really. Just the new leg, giving me a bit of trouble as expected."

Sova was on it in an instant, grabbing a throw blanket off the nearby armchair to put over your leg and repositioning you so your prosthetic was further away from the fire.

"If it's the temperature giving you issues that's probably a sign of bad connection," he muttered. "The metal is more sensitive to temperature than your regular skin and instead of filtering that, it's just sending the signals straight to you. Common problem with Kingdom tech apparently. I think they do it on purpose."

You raised an eyebrow, "You sure know your stuff."

Sova blushed, "I did some research."

"For what? It's not like your eye gets cold, does it? I didn't think it was even metal."

"No, no. My eye's not even Kingdom," Sova said quickly, shaking his head. "I did the research for you actually," he coughed.

You were actually stunned for a moment, "Oh. Well, thank you. I think."

"It's nothing," Sova said looking away awkwardly.

The two of you finished up your hot chocolate in a soft silence and once you put your mug down, you cleared your throat, getting Sova's attention. "Do you ever feel like your eye makes you a cyborg? Or less human?"

Sova blinked, "I... guess I've never really thought about it. Why? Do you?"

"A little bit," you said, running a hand over your metal leg as you spoke. "It's weird. But I guess I shouldn't because everyone else seems so casual about it."

You flicked a piece of lint off of your blanket, "I tried to talk to Breach about it once but he just told me to "man up" and started telling me stories about how he lost his arms. I know he means well but it wasn't really helpful."

Sova chuckled, "That sounds like Breach alright." He hesitated visibly for a moment before sliding closer to you, "But you're allowed to feel weird about it. Legs are a much bigger deal than an eye."

"It's not even just the leg," you explained, "If it was just the leg that would be fine, but Kingdom was so goddamn eager to weaponize it. To weaponize me. Do you know how many times I was given things that could "be upgraded later to help me in the field"?"

You hugged your knees to your chest and rested your chin on your knees. "If I get hurt again. And again and again and again. Do I stop being human? Am I just another weapon?"

"I know I said I was fine with it, but I guess I'm not really."

Sova stared at you for a long while before he spoke. "I think," he said slowly and carefully, "That as long as you have people who love you, you will never be just another weapon. And I know that the team loves you just the way you are. Well, at least I do."

"You do?" you said, looking up at him.

He nodded, "Yeah. Umm, romantically, to clarify," he coughed, "Sorry was this a bad time to confess? I thought it might shake you out of it."

For a moment you stared at him, dumbfounded, before you burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all. The two of you, sitting in the dark, the only light source a slowly dying fireplace,. Surrounded by a blizzard with no where to run.

"I think I love you too."

Sova laughed in relief, "You do? Despite the eye?"

You stuck your tongue out at him, "I'll manage." With a sigh, you leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder, "Thank you, Sova. Getting all of this off my chest really helped."

"Any time," Sova said softly, just above your head. He shifted carefully, putting one arm around you.

Just then, the lights flickered on and you blinked, momentarily blinded. "Oh good, the power's back. The rest of the team might be back soon too then. What do we tell them?"

Sova looked out a nearby window and shook his head, "The power may be back but the storm hasn't stopped. I think we have a little more time to ourselves."

"Oh. Well good then, I like it here," you let yourself relax once more, resting your head on Sova's chest.

"I like it here too," Sova agreed.

The rumble of his voice against your ear was comforting, the beat of his heart a strange confirmation of your own humanity. And you felt safe.

#Sova x Reader #Gender Neutral Reader #x Reader #Sova (Valorant) #Valorant #Video Game Fanfiction #Video Game #Cyborg #Cyborg Trauma #Prostetics #Hurt Comfort #Stranded in a cabin trope #Call me cliched #Self indulgent #Like seriously no one asked for this #And of course this is some of my best work in a while #Cause why not am I right

[miyalove]

Hi! Can you do an Oikawa x reader when he first went to Argentina and doesn't know Spanish? Reader can be from or have lived in Argentina for a long time to at least know spanish. Thank you! 😁

—pairing: timeskip!oikawa x reader

—warnings: manga spoilers, teasing, dialogue in bold is spoken in spanish, *unedited

—synopsis: 1.5k | you have a small sit down with oikawa to try and help him learn argentina’s native language: spanish.

—a/n: thank you for requesting, anonie! hope this didn’t take too long and it’s too your likings! please, come again somtimes, yeah? + request are open!

on top of team practices, solo training, management meetings, team bonding, and publicity shoots; oikawa tooru is now assigned to learn Spanish.

he’s already a busy man and barely has time to rest. when given certain days off, he can’t help but think about how much time he’s wasting on not practicing.

it’s times like these when his teammates have to physically rip him away from the sport. he’s dedicated and ambitious, anyone can see that but over-working himself is never good. he can’t help how anxious he gets when he’s not keeping himself distracted.

with that in mind, his manager had assigned him to learn (at the very least) the basics. every time he has a day off or some free time oikawa found himself repeating basic conversational phrases. things like “hello”, “yes”, “no”, “thank you”, and “goodbye”.

however the longer he stayed in Argentina the more he realized that those fundamental sayings weren’t getting him very far. voicing his concern to his manager, they thought what better way to learn efficiently than hiring a tutor?

and thus here you are, quite literally babysitting a six foot child.

“(y/n), how are you so good at this! i can barely pronounce these things” he’s whining your name. big brown eyes look up at you with some kind of desperation.

the two of you are in his dorm room sitting at his desk that is tucked way in the corner of the abnormally large dorm. there’s textbooks scattered all over, all with Spanish titles on them. oikawa sits to your left with a notebook opened up and a pencil in hand.

“it’s really different from japanese pronunciations so don’t beat yourself over not getting it that well,” he’s thankful that you’re not getting angry with him. you can see it when he smiles at you. that same determined gleam showing up in his hues when he talks about winning volleyball matches.

you can’t help but add on to your reassurance, “i believe in you, tooru!” you shoot him a wide grin, your eyes smile with you.

the setter feels his cheeks grow hot. it isn’t a big deal that you’re using his first name mostly because that’s how introduction are like here in Argentina so you probably think nothing of it like most people. he just can’t help the pink flush he gets whenever someone as cute as you calls out to him though.

“you’re always so sweet to me, (y/n),” he lets you take in his shining smile, “alright, let’s try it again.” he beams at you, shooting you a thumbs up.

“we’ll do informal form alright? i feel like you have that down a little better than formal.” he nods clearly getting impatient but still continues to listen to your demands.

letting out a reassuring sigh, you begin with something easy, “hello, what is your name?” gesturing for oikawa to speak, he nods brows furrowing, “hello, my name is tooru and yours?”

you feel a sense of satisfaction when oikawa answers back without any pronunciation errors. he sounds like a robot with how choppy he replies back to you. you make a mental note to work on his tone and flow later before pushing that aside, “very good, tooru. my name is (y/n). how are you?” 

this is when the conversation begins to slow. he knows you’re asking him a question because of the way your voice raised at the end of your speech. the next thing to think is what question are you asking exactly. 

he recalls the basic questions you and him went over. things like ‘what do you like to do in your free time?’ or ‘what do you do for a living?’ but for some reason the one your asking isn’t ringing any bells.

looking back at you, he sees your encouraging eyes meet his. he can’t help but to stare at how they glow in the low dorm lighting. you’re pleading with him, silently telling him ‘you got this!’. 

you part your plush lips planning to guide in with some kind of hint but before you can say anything, oikawa is quick to react. a single digit covers your mouth, gently telling you to stay quiet.

he’s got this, just like you told him. he wasn’t going to let you down... just give him a little time. like a sudden snap in a silent room, the thought comes to him again.

“good! good! ... and you?” 

he felt the way he messed up that last syllable. he quickly glanced your way wanting to see if you caught it too. his eyes meet yours. playing on your lips is a smirk and know oikawa knowns you defiantly picked it out. 

of course you would, he thinks to himself, you’re literally fluent in the damn language. slightly discouraged, you see his shoulder drop as he breaks the eye contact. as a teacher whose taught many, these are clear signs of giving up.

so you sigh, “let’s take a break, yeah?” you turn your attention to a wall clock, “we’ve been at this for two hours already.”

“yeah, sure. i can do a break,” there’s a sudden shift in oikawa’s demeanor. standing up from the desk chair he makes a turn for his bed plopping down face first into his sheets. simultaneously, he let’s out a loud grunt.

“this ‘learning a new language’ thing is incredibly hard,” his voice is muffled by the pillows but you can still her the annoyed pout he has on. 

stacking up the basic Spanish books into a pile you let out a light giggle, “yeah, especially when you have added stress on you. what time’s your practice again, tooru?” 

“in about,” he looks up at the clock, “...five more hours. why? what’s up, miss (l/n).” 

even with his face half covered by his you can see that cunning smirk from across his room. you mock his gesture but with far more ridicule in your grin than his own, “do you really want to play this game?”

shooting up, he excitedly nods as if not even ten minutes ago he wanted nothing more than to give up, “bring it, (y/n).” shooting you a sly wink, a pink hue spreads across your cheeks. you can feel the heat crawl across your face but you push it aside deciding beating oikawa is far more important than what that wink makes you feel.

“how are you, tooru?”

“good. and... you?” 

there’s no mispronunciation, and he finds himself puffing up his chest at his small victory.

“excellent! very good, tooru. now, what are some things that you like?”

oikawa knew what you were expecting. a mundane response that the two of you worked on like ‘i like volleyball’ or even ‘i like milk bread’. what you didn’t know is that despite you tutoring him for a few weeks back-to-back, he’s been having his own private lessons with google and youtube.

there’s no doubt in his mind that he likes you. in fact, every time his name rolls off your tongue he gets all flushed. don’t even get him started on how you shift closer to him when you’re reading the textbook aloud and then reiterating the idea back to him. 

he can smell your vanilla shampoo and can’t help but imagine how it would be so much easier for you to teach him if you just sat on his lap. he’d get to engulf himself in you and you’re short enough to see pass and focus on the textbook too. it’s a win-win situation. standing up from his sheets, he makes his way towards you.

you expected a practiced answer from oikawa but definitely not, “i like your smile.” and you definitely don’t expect him to continue either, “i like your laugh. i like your face.” 

without a second thought, you try to interrupt him. wave of his near confession as if it never happened, but he doesn’t let that happen. in fact, he can’t. so he lays his slender finger back onto your lips, silencing you once again.

he leans in close and you can see every detail on his face. his long, pretty lashes that frame is hazel eyes flawlessly to his delicate lips that with you, always have a smile on them. you can’t help but stare at how pretty he is.

“... and i like you, (y/n).”

you’re quick to respond not allowing yourself to lose this ‘spanish-off’ to someone with far less experience than you. 

“you’re lucky you’re cute, tooru.”

tooru doesn’t back off from how close he is to you. in fact, with his next words he finds himself unconsciously doing the opposite. his words come out in a whisper, “so you think i’m cute?” 

“yes,” matching his own teasing grin, you give him a wink before finally closing the distance. kissing oikawa tooru is like waking up on christmas morning; exciting and something you were far to eager to do. a warmth spread in your chest and your hands comb through his brown locks while his much larger palms find purchase on your hips.

the two of you stay like that for a while only pulling back when you need air, “and i also think i won.” reminding him of the game he challenged you in, he groans aloud. pulling you down with him in defeat as he throwing himself back on his bed again.

“well... losing never felt so good, miss (l/n).”

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #hq #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa x y/n #hq imagines #haikyuu imagines #oikawa scenarios #oikawa fluff #haikyuu scenarios #hq scenarios #oikawa imagines #hq headcanons #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu headcanons

[cherryeol04]

Boyfriend (M)

Pairings : Changbin x Reader Genre: Smut, funny, romance, cute Word Count: 2.4K Warnings: This story contains smut. If you are not comfortable with it, please skip!

The one thing Y/N is grateful for, is the fact that on Tuesdays, she doesn't have classes. That meant she was free to sleep in as long as she wanted, do whatever she felt like and she didn't have to worry about getting up and going somewhere. Unless she wanted to go out shopping with a friend, then that was a different story. But for the most part Y/N spent her days off in her cozy little apartment, just enjoying herself. Sometimes she would do a little cleaning, after all she tended to have her boyfriend over often and he wasn't the best at cleaning up behind himself. But bless his heart, he tried. Changbin was a terror normally, walking around the place like he owned it. Y/N was actually surprised that there wasn't a bigger mess when she got up that morning. All of his music producing equipment had been packed up and sat neatly in the small corner of the bedroom that Y/N had deemed his area.

He had complained, saying he should have a bigger spot. But she had countered that he hadn't moved in with her and wasn't helping to pay the bills. Once he did that, he could have as big an area that he wanted. It effectively shut him up because despite the fact they had been dating for over seven months now, moving in was a step that neither one of them was ready to make. It was hard to spend time with each other usually. If Y/N wasn't busy with classes and assignments, then it was Changbin who was locked up in a studio at the university with his friends and co-workers Jisung and Chan - working on their latest track for classes or to upload on Soundcloud. Changbin usually wouldn't leave the studio until the early hours of the morning, to sleep for maybe an hour or two before getting back up and heading to class. It was difficult for them to see each other, but they tried. 

Though not living together, they did leave things over at each other's places, an excuse they used to be over at odd hours of the day. Like yesterday when Y/N really needed a pair of shoes that would match her cute sundress, she had to drive all the way over to Changbin's apartment to get them. It was worth it because she saw his inability to care for himself and ended up making him dinner for that night and lunch for the next day, all neatly stacked in containers and left in the fridge with a sweet note waiting for him on the counter. It was the small things that made this relationship worth it. Because even if she didn't see him as much as she wanted, finding the sweet notes or receiving the crazy sleep deprived texts always put a smile on her face and reminded her how much she loved him.

Of course, those things didn't negate the fact that she was still a woman and she had needs. Strong urges and desires that struck at the most inopportune time. Recently she had been fighting a bout of horniness that always hit her right in the middle of her afternoon class and by the time she got home, it had left, leaving her very frustrated and unsatisfied. She had a plan, however, to fix that. Since it was her day off, she might as well spend it getting off to the thoughts of her boyfriend. A few good orgasms, a hot shower and Netflix sounded like the perfect way to spend her afternoon.

After making sure the apartment was in better condition than it had been, she started her little robot vacuum and made her way back to her bedroom. Stripping out of her pajamas, she situated herself on her bed and reached over to her nightstand, opening the bottom drawer. She was greeted with the sight of the many different sex toys she owned. A few dildos, but most were vibrators of different size, strengths and looks to them. She had one that mimicked the look of a real dick, but the rest were mostly pink and purple, some with bulbous mushroom heads. For the most part they were smooth and rounded, perfect for an easy glide inside, though she could never deny how much she loved the feeling of a head spreading her hole wide. She took a moment to think, eyeing each toy before she grabbed one of the smaller vibrators, purple and made of silicon. It almost mimicked the look of rubber and she loved it's squishy texture.  

Grabbing the lube, she closed the draw and laid the items out next her as she made herself comfortable. Parting her legs lightly, she slowly ran her hands over her thighs, just feeling herself for a moment - enjoying the pleasure brought to her. Working herself up was what she wanted to do as she grazed her fingers over every inch of skin she could reach, thighs trembling as she occasionally teased her clit. She wanted to take it slow, build it up. After all, she had all day to herself. 

———

Changbin hadn’t planned to go over to Y/N’s place. But when he got the email stating his class was cancelled for the day, he decided that maybe he could get in some early work at the studio and then spend the evening with his girlfriend. In his mind, it was a great plan, except for the fact that he had left his equipment at Y/N’s place. It’s not that he minded going over there, it was just that he couldn’t remember if she had classes today or not and he really wanted it to be a surprise that he was coming over. 

He could just simply not work and spend time with her now, but he knew that Jisung and Chan were at the studio already working, and he really wanted to go and help. Maybe he could just sneak in and sneak out? Or if anything he could just say he needed his things for after class. With excuse in mind, Changbin made his way to his girlfriend’s apartment, only a short 5 minute drive from the school. 

He easily let himself in with the key he had and when he didn’t see Y/N in the living room or the kitchen when he passed by, he figured that she probably wasn’t home. Which was great news for him. Walking to the bedroom, he had just pushed open the door when a moan filtered through his ears and he froze in his tracks. His eyes landed on the bed, watching as his girlfriend played with herself. Her hand twisted, moving as she thrusted a toy in and out of herself, vibrations growing louder before fading with each thrust. The fingers of her other hand worked over her clit shamelessly, pulling louder moans and sighs of pleasure. 

“F-fuck, Changbin.”

Changbin’s dick twitched at the sound of his name and he bit down on his bottom lip to suppress a moan that wanted to escape. 

“Deeper. Harder.” Y/N’s hand did its best to fulfill her wishes but even Changbin noticed it just wasn’t delivering the power she wanted. 

“Well, well, well. Isn’t this such a lovely surprise.” Changbin called out, voice conveying a sense of confidence he didn’t think he could muster with the way his heart was pounding rapidly in his chest. The noise surprised Y/N and she jerked, all movements stopping as she stared at her boyfriend with a guilt express. 

“What are you doing here?” She whispered, voice slightly horse from the loud whining and moan she had been doing moments before. 

“Well I came to get my mixing equipment but instead I found a sexy little minx on the bed, all spread out and playing with herself.” He said, watching as she closed her legs around her arm, trying to hide herself from his hungry gaze. Not that he hadn’t seen her like this before. They’ve had sex plenty of times before. This was just the first time Changbin had caught her playing with herself. 

“I-I-“

“Want some help?” 

Y/N nodded her head slowly, carefully pulling out the vibrator from within her and turning it off. She was thinking that if Changbin was offering help, he would fuck her. She didn't expect him to walk over and take the toy from her grasp and turn it back on as he knelt on the edge of the bed. His eyes raked over her naked body, taking in each and every curve - admiring how hard and beautiful her nipples were. Chuckling to himself, he moved closer, sitting between her legs and making himself comfortable. Y/N shivered at the new position and once again tried to close her legs and hide herself from view, but Changbin's hands reached out quickly, pushing her thighs apart once more. 

"Don't do that." he said lightly, voice barely above a whisper, even though there was no reason to be quiet. He stared into her eyes, gaze soft as he tried to convey reassurance and acceptance to her. It seemed to work as she slowly relaxed and let her legs fall open, putting herself on full display for the other. Licking his lips, Changbin grinned as he leaned forward, fingers twisting the top of the vibrator to turn it on the lowest setting. Reaching down, he carefully brushed the tip of the toy against her clit, chuckling as she jerked at the sudden touch to the sensitive nub. 

"Oh fuck." she panted softly, her back arching slightly. Her hips jerked as her abdomen tightened and she tried to pull away from the touch, but the toy followed. "Changbin." she whimpered softly.  Changbin chuckled as he moved the toy, rubbing it against her while watching the way her body spasmed against his touch. 

"You're so beautiful baby, do you like this?" he asked. She nodded her head quickly, soft whimpers leaving her as he moved the toy down further to press against her opening. The tip slipped in and vibrated against her sensitive walls and she keened for more - for Changbin to go deeper and harder. He didn't though. Instead, he pulled the toy out and brought it back up and teased her clit once more. A loud cry left her quickly and she jerked and trembled under his touch, chest rising and falling with quick breaths. "I want you to cum for me." he whispered. "Can you do that?" Y/N nodded her head, ready to cum for the other. She had been teasing herself relentless for who knows how long and she had been getting close to the edge when Changbin walked in.

"Please." she begged almost pathetically, head falling back as she let the pleasure wash over her body - back and hips arching to get more of the pleasure from Changbin. The toy slipped down once more and slipped into her, a deep gasp leaving her as it was turned up in volume and the vibrations increased. Changbin pushed the toy in deeply and Y/N cried out, feeling the vibrations through her core as he shallowly thrusted the toy in and out. "Chang-" Her plea was cut off as Changbin's hot, wet tongue ran over her clit and she spasmed at it. "Oh fuck yes." she cried out and whimpered. Reaching down, she ran her fingers through his hair once before tangling them into the soft strands. Her hips jerked down, rocking down against his mouth and hand. He thrusted the toy in harder, angling it upwards as it stroked her walls - grazing against her g-spot every now and then to heighten the pleasure. His mouth worked over her clit, sucking and licking on it hungrily as his noisy slurps filled the room.

Y/N was tense under him, toes curling as the pleasure mounted inside her. She could feel it, the pressure getting ready to be released and she was so ready for it. "Changbin." she breathed out. "I'm going to cum." she gasped out. It was the only warning she could give as the pleasure reached its peak too quickly. She cried out as the tension released and her body jerked, hole clenching around the toy that was still moving inside her. "Oh fuck! Fuck!" she cried out, panting heavily as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. As she slowly calmed down, Changbin slowly turned down the vibrations of the toy, letting her get used to each level before turning it off slowly and slipping it out. Pulling back from her, he smirked, licking his lips clean of the sweet juices he had been lapping at. Tossing the toy onto the bed, he leaned over and ran a hand gently over her stomach, dragging it up and over each breast, teasing her nipples light with a smile. 

Whining, Y/N smacked at his hand lightly, but didn't push him away as he went back to rubbing his hand over her body. Leaning down, Changbin pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, followed by a few more kisses to her neck and one to her forehead. "You did so good baby," he whispered. "How do you feel?"

"Amazing." she whispered and looked up at him with a wide smile, eyes sparkling with the remnants of pleasure and love and adoration. "Thank you baby." she whispered. Changbin chuckled and gave her another kiss before sitting back on his heels.

"You're welcome." Shifting, he climbed off the bed and grabbed the covers, pulling them up and over her body, tucking her in. "Take a nap babe."

"What about you?" she asked, frowning as she looked down at the obvious boner he was sprouting, before looking back up at him.

"I'll be fine. I need to go and do some work." he told her and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple before pressing his face against the top of her head gently. "Get some sleep okay? I'll see you later tonight. We can play then." he assured her as he pulled back and stared down at her.

"Promise?" 

"Promise." 

She wasn't happy, but she accepted it and after pulling Changbin down for one more kiss, she let him go and curled up on her side. She watched as he moved and grabbed his things, blew her a kiss and left the room. She could hear his footsteps echo lightly as he walked down the hall and eventually the door opened and closed as he left. Alone once more, she let her eyes close, ready to nap with the knowing promise that she could return the favor to him later. And she honestly, couldn't wait.

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[saintsofvoid]

Not my best work, but ya know trying. Umbra torture porn, just him solo jacking it to Execution Time and some of his own archives.

Words - 2267

Not super graphic, but normal blood and suffering would expect him to be into. I am full of regret, so enjoy.

For most the screams would have been ear splitting, the sight too much to take in, but for some this was their fantasy. For Umbra, it was welcoming company now, the normal names popping up in chat, clipping moments, discussing the details. The screams continued as the electric volts shot through the victim, their head snapping back as their spine arched. Straining against the restraints on the chair holding them in place.

Umbra is sat propped up in some dark corner of a run down motel, blood smears on the wall and used needles shoved under the mattress. Some place you stay to hide for the night or die, a place where nobody recognizes names and has never seen faces. The internet is solid though and that's all he really needed.

Laptop screen illuminating the darkness, image of the fried body reflected in his black eyes. Chat continued to scroll, eddies being passed around on bets, messages on how the eyes popped, begging the cameras to be moved closer. Umbra shifted on the filthy mattress taking in the smoking form of the dead man before him. Part of the thrill, knowing that could be him, could be any one of the pervs in chat. He loved it, watching the filth who got caught be killed, survival of the fittest, and the fit sat laughing at it.

The screen goes black as the next execution is queued up. A quick section on the criminal, what state they're out of, and method of execution. Lethal injection. Chat sparks up immediately with links to place bets on the time, money being thrown around to switch out the vials. Arguments starting that they should just use bleach, an internal cleaning for the damned. Umbra can't help but smirk at some of the messages flying through, people so deep into the BD addictions they were no different than him. Wanting to witness torture, suffering, felt morally right because these were criminals. He knew they couldn't separate reality from their fiction though, that this was all content and nothing more. A few may be just as twisted as him, enjoying it for what it was. As he began to learn though it was all just an addiction now, another chase for a different type of high, the line between morals skewed and erased. Was all just content, entertainment, nobody was in the wrong here.

He sits in silence, metal fingers tapping across the keyboard on the laptop. Sending messages back to a small group engaged in more graphic types of execution. The screen eventually comes back and a woman is standing in front of the camera. Final rites are being performed, whatever follows for the legal course. Everything is muted, but he can tell by the look the woman doesn't care. No remorse, no fear, she's accepted her fate and just wants to get it over with. She moved back to sit in the execution seat, leaned back and arms bound to the armrests. Umbra watches intently, head tilted to the side playing with a ring weaved into his dreadlocks. He can see the furrowed brow, the annoyance on the woman's face. The doctor comes up and injects the needle and she spits in his face. Chat lights up with people laughing, emotes and money flying bye, both cheering her on as one of them and chanting for her death.

She looks dead into the camera after that, waiting for her death to come. Something washes over him at that glare. It mimics his own, a reflection he's seen in the mirror so many times. He smirked back at the screen, pushing the laptop to the side, adjusting himself on the bed. Watching as the injection is given, his hand moving to grope himself through his pants.

Free hand running up his side to the exposed vent, metallic fingers dancing across where synthetic flesh meets metal. Fingers slipping in and his system lights up, hud display flashing a warning that he quickly dismisses. He knew his limits, how far he could push his system before it went critical. The first jolt has him rolling his head back, squeezing his cock through his pants. Had been too long since he found pleasure, the sensation feeling almost foreign.

He watched with interest, intent, imagining what the prisoner was feeling. He could see the rage in her eyes, not about her death but that she had been caught to begin with. She was a fighter, and this was a pathetic way out. Only riled him up more. Could tell the moment the poison hit her system, the veins jolting out, the sudden attack to her body. He sunk further into the filthy mattress, groping at his stiffening cock. Free hand running along his body, under the torn tank-top and along his torso. Metal fingers catching at the splits of skin where the metal peaks through, metal bones shifting just beneath the flesh, body responding to the touch.

Doesn’t take long for the woman to succumb to the poison in her system, final moments of struggle leaving her body, fading out as she goes slack in the seat against her restraints. It's all too quick he thinks, there’s nothing involved in this method, it's just a glimpse and then everything is over. Finds himself siding with the chat, should have used bleach or some acid, given a real show for the money they’re throwing around.

Doesn’t take long and the next stream is up, another hanging, but the scene has him perked up. Prisoner has blood on his forehead and the guard has a busted nose, another bastard with some type of fight to the very end. Everything is harsh with how they move him, the positioning, they tighten the noose too tight around the convict’s neck and he knows where this is going. They’re going to make his last moments hell, make the poor gonk suffer to his death.

Anticipating he can feel his cock twitch under his grip, straining up against his pants. Final rites are given and Umbra is pulling himself out, kicking his pants off to the side of the bed and letting his legs fall open. Stroking slowly as he watches for the drop. When it does he’s not disappointed, the eager twitch in his palm as he squeezes his own grip. His free hand finding the ends of his dreads wrapped around his neck, tightening them to the scene. Neck only cracked, convict very much alive swinging as dead weight as its up to suffocation to take him. Body jolting in a natural display for survival as everyone simply watches and counts down the seconds.

His pace picks up on the strokes, chin lifted as a display of his own throat, dreads pulled tight to the resistance of metal. It's enough though, barely, he can feel the edge somewhere deep down and a faded high he’s chasing. Stroking himself to the dying heartbeat, to every twitch, to the look of pain and horror. Everyone is a tough bitch until death is consuming them, then the begging starts, the tears, the pleads. Oh how he loves it, how he wishes he could hear their thoughts, the bastards pleading to be spared.

Doesn’t take long for him to get into the motions, hips jerking up to meet his strokes. He’s seen enough people hung he knows how it all goes, but when the vendetta is met where it becomes personal- makes it all the much better. Hips jerking up as his hand squeezes down around the base, straining for friction, wanting so much more. What he wouldn’t give to have a warm body beneath him. Have his toy taking the brunt of his frustration, pent up rage and lust. The snapping of a neck has never sounded so good.

His cock twitched in his hand, a bead of precum dripping down from the head. Robotic fingers stretching to smear it down his shaft. Slow stroke up and teasing the head. Shifting as he watched the body twitch, the final moments of life dying out. His cock pulsing in his hand as he pulled tighter on the dreads around his neck. Felt teased at this point, executions were too quick. Nothing drawn out and truly painful. Feel the frustration boiling over in him. Pulling up a separate tab and plugging himself in, split screen of his own archives. Decades of interrogations, torture sessions, and murders. Attention flickering back to the execution page for what's to come.

Spitting into his hand he leaned back, laptop screen illuminating his face with footage and pictures of his own doing. The second screen comes back with another 3 women to be hung. Stroked himself slowly to the tears, the pleads, the bruises and blood. His grip tightened around himself as the nooses were secured around the women's necks.

A glimmer of a moment, where oddity would set in. That this was wrong, but the fixation of death is what always did him in. Those seconds where people would stand in the in-between. That's what he loved the most out of it, all he could get from these sites. Watching those like him, lessers to him, be met with such a fate, riled him. Watching others be tortured and murdered at his hand was only the next substitute to get him over.

Feelings were rare, he just needed to get off and be done. Transfixed though, dragging it out, choking himself, fingers slipping into his side vent and his hips bucked up into his fist. Jaw clenched tight as he steadied himself. Twisting his fist down his shaft, squeezing at the base and twisting at the swelling head. Warm metal against hot flesh, watching intently at every move on screen. The words meant nothing, but the silence he knew what was about to happen. The floor falling out and the last seconds of misery wiped away.

All dead within seconds, necks snapped and twisted around the ropes. Feet twitching as the body processes its over. Umbra lets out a long slow breath, grabbing his cock at the base and slapping it against his abdomen. Attention shifting to his own videos, the blood spurting out of open gashes, gurgling up from the throat. Desperate hands trying to fight him off, watching the last of their strength fade away, the life in their eyes go dull snuffing out, and their hands falling back to the ground.

Flicking to the next capture, the next memory, biting hard enough on his lip to draw blood. He remembers the man, a corpo in the wrong place at the wrong time. Trying to find his dealer and stumbling upon a monster feasting. A low moan escapes between parted lips and he doesn’t recognize it as his own. The sheer look of horror, the panicked scream and tumble as he tried to turn on heel and run. Blade sinking into the man’s ankle dragging him back into the mess. Then it's just blow after blow, blood spraying up with each pull of his fist. The point of submission came too quickly and he had backed off.

Umbra groaned as he watched the scene, the man spitting up blood from busted teeth and broken nose. The perfect façade broke as he laid there suffering on the floor. Long slow strokes speeding up, fisting at his cock as he watched, fingers again playing with the vents at his side. The electric racing through his body, making him arch back into it, hips stuttering up into his fist. Tongue flicking out smearing the blood from his lip, only making it all feel so much more real.

See himself climb on top of the corpo blood coated hands running along his beaten face. The soft hush and broken whimper, grasping him with such care, thumbs stroking over bloody cheeks before pushing them into his eyes. Screams engulfing the room, and Umbra can’t stifle the moan that wracks through him. Watching himself pull back to admire the scene, blood running from the eye sockets, mumbled pleas to be let go. Was no fight to begin with, but the man made such a pretty image. Watching him slowly bleed, removing the knife from his ankle and slicing a clean line across his chest. Only drawing a whimper but soon the front of the shirt stains red, and another gash joins it.

He’s close then, such a simple action, a simple kill and it's got him spiraling over. He watches as the knife comes up, the pathetic cry for it to end, and then it's over. Knife plunged deep into his chest, twisted and ripped back out. Throwing his head back as his cock strains and pulses, stroking himself over the edge. Moan leads to a choked off scream as he cums, body shaking with the climax. Ropes of cum spilling onto his abdomen and up to his chest. Stroking the last of it out up to a squeeze on the swollen head. Wiping what ends up on his hand onto the mattress and just falling back onto the bed. Slapping the laptop closed, over the whole thing.

Lays there in silence for several minutes, staring up at the ceiling. Part of him really hates himself, not so much for getting off but only being able to at his own work. Yet only able to think of that corpo, if it wasn't for the heat of the moment, would have dragged it out. Such a waste of a pretty face. Then the smile cracks, that dangerous laugh, and he’s floating. He’s got another.

#nsft #cp77 umbra #fics and shit #i guess idk

[hi-hey-haechan]

Requested: 7 and 102 for Donghyuck

THIS ISN’T SHOWING UP IN THE TAGS. I’M SO MAD

7: “Oh, you want me to give your phone/book/item back? Make me.”

102: “I know for sure you’re hell of a lot louder than that.”

Remind me again why you chose reading over Netflix?” you inquired, looking over at your boyfriend. Donghyuck’s brown hair was messy, sprawled against his pillow, and his hair fell forward, tumbling down his forehead. His sparkling brown eyes moved left to right as he read the fairly thin novel in his hand.

“This is a novel based on one of my first video games, ‘Five Nights at Freddy’s.’ I gotta figure out what happens to the creepy yellow bunny costume,” he explained, not even sparing a glance at you. “One more chapter, I promise.”

“Are you saying that children’s souls trapped in robots are more important than me? Love you, too.”

“Hey, don’t guilt me into putting my book down. I love you. Just give me a few minutes.”

As a result, you sat on your phone, scrolling through Instagram, waiting for him to finish. However, your feed was full of images of your boyfriend from the latest stage performance. You weren’t complaining - he looked incredible, as always. However, Donghyuck on stage...he did things to you, and he didn’t even know it.

Impatience bubbled up in you. Each time you looked at him, his eyes were completely trained on the pages. You wanted his attention, since you were his girlfriend. After five long minutes of drooling over his stage pictures, you longed for him to at least acknowledge your existence.

Impulsively, you reached over and plucked the book from his hands. He wasn’t expecting the sudden swipe of the novel. It was easy for you to snatch because of his loose grip on the book, as well as not knowing your intentions to begin with.

You slid the book under your hoodie and laid back on the bed, so your back was on top of the ratty paperback. He wouldn’t be able to get his book back now.

“Hey!” he whined indignantly, “that was so mean and so unfair! Give it back!”

You decided to tease him, excited to see how far he was willing to take this to get back his book. “Oh, you want me to give your book back? Make me,” you challenged.

He began immediately, kissing your lips in an attempt to get the book back. His lips were soft and plush against yours, sweet and gentle. Your heart twinged, fluttering in your chest. As the kiss continued to kiss your mouth, your hands moved up his back to tangle in his soft, fluffy hair, which always managed to look gorgeous. You lightly tugged on the strands with your fingers, knowing how it got him riled up. His plump lips kissed you back passionately, and you allowed yourself to get lost in his warm scent, the sound of his lips kissing yours, and of course, him. He was trying pretty hard to get the book back, if he was kissing you like that. When he parted his lips, his tongue darted into your mouth, dominating the kiss as you made out.

Seeing that you wouldn’t let up, the warmth of his lip left your mouth, only for his plush lips to kiss your neck instead. At the smallest brush of his lips against your skin, you shuddered. His lips pressed a careful trail of kisses down your neck. Warmth radiated and tingled off the sensitive skin, his breath and hair tickling your jaw and shoulder. When Donghyuck’s tongue poked through his lips, you let out a gasp. His tongue was hot and wet against your skin, causing you to allow a quiet moan to elicit your swollen lips.

Still, no access to his book. Donghyuck went to the next level, seeing that even hickies wouldn’t get you to give up his book. His hands slipped under the hoodie he recognized as his own, and he slowly mapped out the expanse of your bare torso. The skin was soft under his touch. The feeling of him touching you so sensually made this all the more intimate, and you couldn’t help but give him a faint smile.

His hands moved upward slowly, lightly caressing your waist and stomach. Still, they traveled higher, until suddenly, he lightly squeezed your breasts., realizing that you weren’t wearing a bra under his hoodie. Out of surprise and shock, you arched your back, losing yourself in the feeling.

Donghyuck took that opportunity to steal the book back from under you. He held it tightly in his hands with a devilish smirk, and you pouted, both in defeat, and the lack of his hands on you. However, what he did next surprised you. He threw the book across the room and said, “I think I’d rather pleasure you than read, right now.”

And that’s exactly what he did. You sat up upon his request, and he pulled the hoodie up and over your head, leaving you in just your underwear. When you laid back down, he didn’t hesitate to attack your nipples with his mouth. You let out a quiet sigh, trying not to give him the satisfaction of hearing how good he made you feel. Your fingers tangled in his hair, and the feeling of his tongue on your chest was making you see stars behind your eyes.

One of his hands slid down your body slowly, before he lightly touched your clothed core. He felt how wet you were, even though he hadn’t even touched you, and you blushed. Just the feeling of him barely ghosting your sensitive area with his fingers was making it difficult for you to hold back your moans.

He removed the final piece of clothing on you, and he pushed your legs open. You felt quite exposed, especially since Donghyuck was practically eye-fucking you. He admired every part of you, and though his pupils were blown wide with lust, you could see how much appreciation he had in his eyes, just looking at you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he told you. When he made eye contact with you, you felt so much in your heart that you covered your eyes with embarrassment. He was just looking at you, and the amount of intimacy held in the eye contact at that moment melted your heart, while also accelerating its beating. He grabbed your wrists lightly and removed your hands from your eyes. Your boyfriend leaned down to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds, and he scooted downward on the bed so his head was situated between your legs.

His tongue flicked out, licking a stripe against your core. The hot sensation against your most sensitive area caused your back to arch off the bed. Your fingers tugged on his hair gently, trying to anchor yourself, in a way.

He sucked on the area for a second, and it took everything you had to not cry out his name. You weren’t gonna last long. He dipped his tongue into your hole, exploring your walls with his mouth. This time you couldn’t help but let a few quiet whimpers and moans escape your mouth.

“I know for sure you’re hell of a lot louder than that.” he said against your folds, feeling your center vibrate with every word. You decided to not deprive him of the satisfaction of hearing you, nor would you continue to force yourself to be quiet when you were on cloud 9. Moans and whines escaped as his tongue worked magic against your pussy.

His tongue ran over your clit, eliciting a high-pitched whimper from you. Donghyuck’s tongue circled the swollen nub, never actually licking the part you needed him the most.

“Please,” you moaned out, tightening your grip in the silky strands of his brown hair. Finally, after so much anticipation, his lips covered your clit, and he began to suck on it harshly. Your thighs shook around his head, and you lost full control of your mouth, sighs and grunts of pleasure escaping your lips.

You felt one of his fingers enter you, stimulating you further. He pumped his finger in and out of you, feeling how wet you were. Another finger entered your hole, causing you to cry out. Two fingers was a stretch, but they filled you up so well. His digits curled expertly against your g-spot, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body. Sinful sounds left your mouth, and you were practically flying.

The sounds of his tongue lapping up your arousal, as well as the squelching of his fingers inside of your dripping wet hole, filled the room, only adding to your pleasure. Heat pooled in the bottom of your stomach, and you felt yourself growing closer and closer to your orgasm.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” you breathed out quickly, barely able to form the words amidst your pleasure.

He sucked on your clit a final time and pumped his fingers quickly, curling them in all the right places. The string that was pulled tightly in your stomach snapped, and you felt so much pleasure that your vision went white. Your senses were heightened, and all you could cry out was Donghyuck’s name. Your thighs shook around his head, and your back arched and toes curled. He stimulated you through your high, your walls convulsing around his fingers and tongue.

Donghyuck finally broke away from you. His mouth was shining with your wetness, and his hair was even messier, thanks to the way you tugged on it so harshly.

“If stealing your book leads to you eating me out like that, you should expect me to steal your book or phone more often,” you said, panting.

#nct smut #nct dream smut #haechan smut #00 line smut #donghyuck smut #nct imagines #00 line imagines #nct #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct 127 #nct 127 smut #nct 127 imagines #haechan imagines #haechan #lee donghyuck #donghyuck

[shirophantomvox]

Lotor's Nanny

Hello y’all! I am back yet again with another Voltron short fiction! I got this prompt from @vld-prompts and this one is great! Some dialogue in this are mixed quotes from the show. The prompt is: “Dayak comes to Galra HQ unexpectedly.” The link shows the reference I used in this story. Its somewhat the same, I changed some elements and dialogue. I mentioned the Code of Ethics because some companies do not allow in-dating. That means you cannot date one of your coworkers. This story has been on my mind for a while and it came out better than I expected! I hope you all like it. Be sure to follow me for more writing content!

Team Voltron slowly walked across the bridge of Galra HQ formerly known as Zarkon’s ship. Chills ran down their spines as they approached the now Emperor Lotor and his staff. Right above them were tapestries filled with light purple, white, and yellow; the same colors the paladins of old had. The expression on Lotor’s face was the complete opposite of his new comrades. The paladins had been through enough; their lives could end at this very moment and to think they blindly walked into Galra HQ? Thank God, Lotor didn’t have any tricks up his sleeve...or did he?

Lotor approached the Paladins with open arms aimed at Princess Allura; hoping she’d give him a hug and not leave him looking like a fool. Reluctantly, she embraced him softly, barely placing her arms fully around his back. That was good enough, for now. She backed up quite smoothly, lifted her head, and looked at the tapestries that hung above her head. They all gasped and at the beauty and detail of them. The yellow had thin lines of dark yellow as the outline. They glistened in the spotlights because of the white glitter that was in its place. Lotor smiled large, folded his arms, and lifted his head. This was his time to shine and he was ready to do so.

“The colors you see before you are the same ones that our fathers used while battling. These colors represent friendship, leadership, and an emphasis on an unbreakable bond. Although the unbreakable bond didn’t workout well the first time, I’m certain it will now.”

Lotor’s smile slowly faded as he glanced directly in between Allura and Shiro. “Lover Boy” Lance McClain came storming between the two, stood toe to toe with him, and pointed his lengthy index finger in his face.

“Lance, that’s rude! What are you doing?!” Allura’s tone wasn’t her usual sweet, calm reflection but instead more like an irritated mother. She had been used to Lance’s irrational fears but this was TOO FAR for her. She developed feelings for Lotor, she is one of the leaders of Voltron, and having him misbehave insulted her leadership skills.

“Don’t worry, princess. I just want to make sure he doesn’t have any tricks up his sleeve.”

Lotor arrogantly chuckled quietly to himself. Although Lance appeared to be the airhead surfer boy, he took his role as paladin and valued his team seriously. They had been ambushed several times by Zarkon, his father. They have every right to be paranoid even if Allura didn’t think so. One thing that irked the team was her sense of trustworthiness. She hated Lotor simply because he was truly a threat and was Zarkon’s son but once she found out he was half Altean, it appeared as if she did anything he said. She fell for him; hard and that isn’t always good.

“I assure you, I am not here to play games or have any “tricks up my sleeve”. Trust me, if I did, you would know about it already. I am more skilled than you. There’s no need to lie.”

“As much as I would love to believe you Lotor, the Galra aren’t the ones to ‘turn the other cheek’. They keep fighting and fighting until they die.” Hunk began to sweat a little as his nerves began to run amuck.

“Hunk has a point. Why all of a sudden are we teaming up with Zarkon’s son to fight against his own empire that your the head of? It doesn’t sound right.”

“If Pidge agrees with me, it must be a set up.” Lance turned around and allied himself with the rest of the team. They were not pleased at all. Could it be a possibility that they were being paranoid? Is it wrong that they haven’t given him a chance to prove himself? Lotor released an irritated sigh, closed his eyes, and opened them again.

“I assure you, I have nothing to hide.” He snapped his fingers and two robots came at his side quickly. “If you all don’t mind, we are going to HQ and we will have a chat about what our next steps are going to be.”

The centurions led the way to HQ. On the way there, it was quiet and awkward; the only ones that were talking were Allura and Lotor. He had a large binder open with pages and pages of scientific research that Honerva had been using to figure out information regarding the creatures from the rift. Both were so intrigued by the findings that they began to pick up speed next to the centurions, leaving the team a bit behind. Allura took hold of the binder to find something specifically related to Oriande relating to “life givers”. Lotor began to close the space between the two placing his arm around her waist and gently placing his hand around her thigh. Lance was about to blow his fuse! Pidge and Hunk reassured him that Allura has stated several times before that she is not interested in dating him. It would be unprofessional; Lotor and Allura were considered to be allies. If they dated they’d be violating the Code of Ethics...somewhere.

“If she wouldn’t be interested in dating him, why isn’t she throwing his arm off her?”

“Lance, I haven’t dated yet but I know something about girls.” She pushed her glasses closer to her face and pointed in the air. “Some girls just entertain the behavior in the moment so the guy doesn’t flip out. They also do it so the man’s ego won’t get hurt. Both reasons are stupid and unhealthy but that is why. I have no idea why a man’s ego is so easily destroyed just because a girl rejected his passes.”

“Good question. It makes the good guys look bad.” Hunk stuck his finger in the air and smiled. “I’ll always treat my woman like a queen!”

The team had finally reached HQ. Lotor suddenly became quiet and stood still. He squinted his eyes, frowned, and slowly moved away from them. Once he approached his subject, his eyes widened. There was a tall woman dressed in long black clothing, her head covered, with her back turned. She had two blue binders that said “memories” on the binding side and an old cloth blanket. The emperor face palmed himself quietly backing away instructing the team to leave HQ quickly without making a sound. As soon as the robots began to move, the woman turned around, gasped and yelled his name.

“Lotor!”

“Goodness gracious,” he replied quickly under his breath.

The woman came walking towards him with a smile of endearment. He could now see the front of the binders and nearly lost his mind. He blushed at the sight and glanced back at her. She laughed, assuring him that she was moving his belongings to another part of the ship.

“Oh, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Embarrassed about what?”

Lotor changed his expression and turned around. Still blushing, he managed to smile.

“This is Dayak, my governess. She raised me when I was a child, trained me, and helped me become the man I am today.”

“Barely,” Lance blurted out. He snapped his head and smiled oddly at Lotor. Lance was able to put two and two together and realized what he was embarrassed about.

“Wait, wait, wait. She raised you from a child? As in your nanny?!”

“Governess!” The emperor face palmed again, not able to look in Allura’s direction.

Why would ANYONE want their old photos to be shown to anyone they liked?!

“Oh boy, you had a nanny! Oh my goodness, I didn’t have one!”

“That’s why you're lacking in so many areas. Can’t you tell?” He began to flex his arm, showing the implied muscles through his shirt.

“That’s all you’ve got? At least mine are real!”

“Mine are too! You look like you’ve been using steroids!”

“Steroids? How do you know what those are? You’re an alien.”

“Ok, Lance, that’s enough. Dayak was going to speak,” Shiro said, somehow not irritated. Given the chaotic life he has, this was nothing but pure entertainment.

“Thank you. True enough I am this young emperor’s governess and I did far more than nanny duties. Lotor underwent intense training at the age of 6 years old. Many doubted his abilities but I knew he had it in him.”

“Thank you, Dayak.”

“Lotor, don’t hate me for this. Dayak, what are in the books that you are holding?” Hunk was generally curious and had no ill intent in asking unlike Lance. Still, Lotor was pained to see what was in those books. His style would have definitely been cramped.

“I’ll show you if it’s ok with the emperor.”

Lotor sighed heavily and threw his hand in the air.

“Yes, it's ok.”

Everyone gathered around his governess as she opened one of the books. The font read “Memorable Moments” and God knows what was in them. The team released a number of “awws”, “wows”, and “oohs” . Dayak, the nanny--governess, smiled as she turned each page remembering how cute the emperor looked in his formal clothing and how hot she looked when she was younger. This stage in his life would have happened matter what; Honerva would have done the same thing.

“This picture was taken after Lotor learned the Galran alphabet, vowel sounds, and numbers.”

“Wow! Lotor used to take a stuffed animal to class?” Hunk laughed. “Ha!”

“I was afraid, ok? I was all by myself.”

“And no one is shaming you for it buddy! Well, maybe Lance, but we aren’t.”

“This picture was taken during PE class. He loved to play buckets. I thought he was going to pursue somewhat of an athletic career!”

“I have to admit, he gets his muscles from Zarkon.”

“Aw. Thank you Princess.”

“That’s not a compliment dude.”

The emperor realized that the old photos of him weren’t so bad after all. They were milestones; it showed how well he has progressed and how he will continue. These were his allies after all. It was important for them to see him during his softer moments to know that they could talk to him about anything.

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld #keith kogane #lance mcclain #allura #shiro #lotor #pidge #hunk #vld lance #voltron fan fiction #vld prompts #my writing #prince lotor #zarkon #vld haggar #takashi shirogane #voltron season 5 #dayak

[katsukis-sad-angel]

Tenya Iida as a Boyfriend

Pairing: Tenya Iida x Reader

Summary: The TitLe

Warnings: mega fluff, voice actor stuff

you can see his fat pecs through his blazer AH

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Tenya has big arms → warm hugs and cuddling against his broad chest

Piggyback rides on his morning run zoom so his legs are extra agile and strong

A relationship with Tenya Iida will not only be luxurious, but also a strong, comfortable one

At first, it will be really awkward for Tenya. He’s never dated anyone before and he doesn’t know what to do with himself when such a beautiful girl is sitting in the opposite booth

His family likes to invite you over for dinner once they find out you exist

They found out after he accidentally started talking about you at family dinner one night

His mom tells you how often he talks about you

Tensei tells you that Tenya asks him for relationship all the time

Tenya denies it every time 

Tensei seemed like the best older brother in the entire world when you first met the guy (probably after he got paralyzed)

Wheelchair fun in the long, ominous hallways of the Iida residence with Tenya running after you spazzing robotting and yelling for you to “stop being so reckless!!”

At first he is very awkward with physical contact but you find out that he is a very cuddly person and he gives really good hugs

Shopping isn’t his thing, he sticks to a basic yet sexy polo with khakis

Iida and his cargo pants

BUT, he has good taste and helps you decide what to buy

If someone dared to insult or harass you → scary, protective boyfriend mode ACTIVATE → the glasses are off and he holds you to close while he gives the opposing male a beat down, a lecture on respecting women, and a recipro burst to the face

He is overprotective, so be safe, follow the rules, and he’s going to check in with you even if you were together a few minutes ago

Tenya doesn’t mean to be overbearing when he asks if you can sync your calendars, he just wants to be prepared and on the same page

He is normally a very docile boy and prefers to keep fighting out of the relationship. He isn’t a big tease and he doesn’t like making you angry so your household is rather peaceful

You challenge him to races, but you always lose

You like to hide his glasses

He’ll scold you if you get bad grades

Tenya won’t hesitate to spoil you, even before he asks you out

He does his best to impress you, but he always feels like he’s being shown up by Midoriya

Study dates at coffee shops and fast-food restaurants where you eat and he studies

Some nights, you’ll get him drunk on orange juice and kisses and Tenya will confess his love to you all over again in various languages and levels of intellectualness

Intellectualness is a word. Grammarly said so

Tenya prefers to be the big spoon, but if he’s upset about something or he’s had a tiring day, he’ll collapse into bed in nothing but his boxers and rest his face in/on your warm breasts

Handle with care

He works so hard to please you, live up to his own expectations (and the Iida family name), plus the added strain of staying a top-ranking hero

With all the stress he puts on himself, Tenya will eventually collapse from exhaustion and guiltily take a day off from work

It’s your turn to scold sonic the hedgehog for overworking himself

When this finally happens, do everything for him

I mean EVERYTHING

Make him breakfast, cut it up, and feed him while he lays propped up against a pillow

Take a hot bath together to ease his muscles

Massage him until your arms seize up

Remind him that you’re so proud of him, you love him, how handsome he is, and what a great hero he is/he will be 50 times each

Tenya is a good boy

He is very caring and kind and would go any length to please you

His haircut is really cute

I want to kiss his sideburns

One day, a few weeks after moving into the dorms, the final bell rung and signaled the end of the school day. Tenya Iida is walking with his friends, Izuku Midoriya and Ochaco Uaraka. All of a sudden, he feels a tug on his sleeve.

Stopping to see who it was that needed assistance, he was pleasantly surprised to see you standing slightly behind him, finger and thumb still attached to the grey material of his blazer. Your lovely features were dusted with pink and your (e/c) irises were lit up by the orangey light of early sunset.

The brunette looked at her friend and winked. “Iida, we’ll meet you at the dorms, okay? See ya!” She grinned, grabbing Midoriya by his wrist and pulling him along toward the UA student housing. The navy-haired boy nodded, biting back a goofy smile that rose to his pale lips at the thought of you. 

He stopped walking altogether and turned to look you in the eye. You looked especially cute today, your (h/c) hair drawn back in a messy bun, a little bit of makeup accentuating your pretty features, and your grey blazer tied loosely around your waist.

“Is there something wrong Y/N?” He asks gently, tilting his head.

Your face flushed a darker crimson at his innocently sweet concern for your wellbeing. “N-No, there’s nothing wrong, I just-”

“You’re all flushed! Have you had anything to drink today? You’re shivering as well… are you cold? As class rep, I must take care of my classmate!” Tenya announced, robotic arms that had been swatting at the air, swinging to a stop before scooping you up like a small child.

You squeaked and looked around, hoping no one was watching your little scene. Tenya gently placed you on a wooden bench and offered you a water bottle. Hoping to calm his worry, you took it with a soft “thank you, Iida” and sipped delicately at the cool beverage. When you tried to hand it back to him, you noticed something was wrong.

“Y/N, I apologize for picking you up like that. It was very rude and impulsive of me.” He stated calmly, looking deep into your eyes.

“No, Iida, it’s ok.” You reply, looking down at his huge hands, “If you don’t mind, can I ask you something?”

“Not… not at all.”

You exhaled deeply and prepared to tell him what you had been feeling for several months now. “Iida-” You say, laying your hand on top of his, “Iida, I… I’ve liked you, f-for a while now. Like more than a friend and like um… a potential boyfriend. I-It’s totally fine if you don’t feel the same way, I just really needed to tell you.”

It was his turn to blush. Here you were, saying what he had been too chicken to say since the minute he lay eyes on you. 

When he didn’t answer, you started getting worried. Was he going to start laughing? Was he going to just ignore you? Why was his face all red, was he ok?

“I-” He began, but you cut him off as you stood, the warmth of your hand leaving the flustered boy.

“Iida, don’t force yourself for me. If you don’t feel the same that’s f-fine. I’m s-sorry for bothering you… I’m sure you have better-”

“No, no, wait Y/N-” He cut in, “I’ve… I’ve been meaning to say the same, unfortunately I was too slow. I like you as well, like you said like for a potential relationship. Really, you are one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen and I hope you accept my feelings and my invitation to take you out… on a date.”

You stared at him in disbelief, then that disbelief turned to contained joy. A huge smile caressed your face and you ran forward and crashed into his chest for a hug.

Surprised though he was, he happily wrapped his arms around you.

When you pulled away, you looked up at him and said, “Iida, I’d love that. I’m so happy you feel the same way.”

“Call me Tenya,” He responded, “Let’s go to the dorms. No one knows where we are. Plus, on the way, you can tell me where you’d like to eat.” Tenya offered you his hand.

You nod and take his hand, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

“That sounds nice. Let’s go, Tenya.”

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A/N: Holy crap cassieisalonelysap.html

The whole time I was writing this, I kept thinking about Sebastian Michaelis because… you know… J. Michael Tatum? He’s a really good voice actor. 

Scar from Fullmetal Alchemist, Erwin Smith from Attack on Titan, Kiji Mitsuba from NANBAKA, Fuegoleon Vermillion from Black Clover, Shiro from Assassination Classroom, and so many more!!

Also, @thedreadthreadanomaly​, you said you enjoyed so I thought I’d tag you in this one!

#guys #i love sebastian #tenya iida #tenya iida x reader #iida tenya x reader #ingenium #dontmesswiththenootnoot #tenya iida headcanons #iida tenya headcanons #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia fanfiction #boku no hero academia #boku no hero #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero imagines #boku no hero headcanons #my hero academia headcanons #mha #bnha #bnha fanfiction #bnha boys #bnha tenya #bnha iida #mha tenya