#again. thank sho for the plot.

[b0mblover]

tadajiro shower fic 1k words 

thanks to; Sho, for the plot (THE FUCMING ENTIRE THING YOU DONT UNDERTZAND 😭😭ALL OF IT 100% srsly. i have the screenshots im not good at plot thank you so much sho srsly 🙏🙏 my fuxking SAVIOR)

Rizzmaster 89, for the dialog ideas

i formally apologize for everything, i just woke up

Jiro walked through the front door of the apartment, unintentionally slamming it as he closed it, it had been a long day, Noriko and him fought about nearly everything, he was involved in an on-foot pursue with the police, and lopt still existed.

Needless to say, he was exhausted.

Jirou walked over to and flopped onto the couch, he had been staying at Tadashis apartment for some while now, their apartment that they usually lived in was under renovations, so they all had to find somewhere else, Noriko stayed with Reina, Lopt was… Lopt, and Jiro stayed with tadashi.

It was the closest person he had outside of the revolutionary army,

(no crown isnt in this im sorry 😔)

ironic, a priest that gets payed a good fucking “little” sum of money lived in an apartment.

(nope just, idk apartments are easier for me to write even tho ive never lived in one)

Jiro layed there, unmoving for about 5 minutes until he heard a door shut.

“the hell do you think youre doing?”

tadashi was extremely annoying, almost all hours of the day.

“Fuckin tryina sleep” jiro managed to get out through gritted teeth

(shut up)

“The hell you are- go shower”

Kunai was… particular about so called “dirtiness”

Maybe it was the upbringings of them, but their opinions clashed more than Jiro and Noriko fighting

“No im fuckin tired leave me alone”

“I will if you go Fucking shower”

Kunai sighed, Jiro, as much as he “loved” him, he was quite stubborn, he walked over to jiro, and put his arms under him, picking him up bridal-style for about 2 seconds before setting him on the floor

(well more of standing?)

“The fuck are you doing?”

Jiro asked, he looked so tired.

“Youre going to shower, weather you like it or not”

Kunai but his arm around Jiros upper back, guiding him to the bathroom.

Kunai tugged at jiros waist band, motioning for him to take off his clothes, jiro did so slowly and reluctantly as kunai turned on the water to the shower. 

(TADASHI TOOK OFF HIS CLOTHES I SWEAR I FORGOT TO WRITE IT IN THO)

It was a small bathroom, just enough for the two of them to move around mostly comfortably. 

Kunai set a stool into the shower, motioning Jiro to sit down, Jiro did so as Kunai messed with the shower head, attempting to detach it from its handle.

(look ive only seen a detachable one irl when i was like 7 in my grandmothers apartment and that was so long ago- leave me alone:(pls)

After a minute or so, pulling it down, the pressure felt nice on jiros back, it was hard but not enough to be painful, warm, but not burning.

Kunai lathered something onto jiros hair, he didnt pay attention as to what, more than likely shampoo, he was too tired to care. 

“So, hows it been?” kunai asked in a vagely monotone voice, it wasnt offputting as jiro had heard it a million times since “living” with him.

“Fine i guess” jiro sounded dejected, he wanted this to be over as soon as possible, and small talk wasnt letting that happen. 

“You sound” kunai paused “like theres something on your mind” quickly changing his words.

“Its nothing important” he shot back quickly, it was one thing for even lopt to ask what was wrong, he noticed he mustve been acting strange for even kunai of all people to ask.

“Are you sure? yknow you can tell me anything, i wont tell” kunai said, as he started washing his back with soap.

“Just- i dont know how to explain” he sighed, he felt defeated, the one chance he was able to talk about how he felt, he felt like he blew it.

“just explain it however it comes to you yknow?” kunai moved to washing his neck, making sure to massage it at least a little bit.

“- fine, i dont think im worth anything to anyone, i think people only want to use me in one way or another”

“mhm and?” kunai grabbed at jiros shoulders, attempting to silently tell him to stop being so tense.

“and what? do you think im good at this emotional bullshit? no. no i am fucking not.”

kunai sighed “im just trying to get you to open up, i know that isnt easy”

“Why?”

“What”

“why try and get me to open up? we all know you dont truly care. do you just wanna use me too?” jiro started to speak faster

“is that really all im good for? is that what people see me as? do you see me as someone just to keep around until you get bored and eventually decide to throw out-“

“Relax. your shoulders jiro, relax, youre doing neither of us any favors by tensing up” 

“r-right, sorry” jiro attempted to calm his body down as much as he could.

Kunai continued to wash his back, rinse his hair, put conditioner in his hair, wash his back. 

“Jiro”

“Yea?”

“Do you think… how do i put this without it sounding wrong” he questioned aloud.

“just say it” jiro continued looking at the floor

“Do you think you really “have” anything im intrested in?”

“i dunno, my body i guess?” jiro was thankful that he wasnt facing tadashi at that moment

“Why would you think id want to use your body?”

“i well- because? why not right? thats all im worth”

“who told you that?” kunai was mentally on the verge of tears (or what yk little he “had” shut up lemme have a semi nice tadashi 😭😭)

“Huh?” jiro turned around to face Kunai, confused.

“who told you that youre only worth your body? i mean- i havent known you as long as say noriko, but i know that your worth more than that”

“i dont understand” jiro turned around, not really believing kunai in the slightest. 

“Jiro, youre not stupid” Kunai hugged him from behind, not too tightly, before letting go again.

“youre kind, your funny, youre strong”

“so? thats normal though” 

“i dont know about what youve went through, but if its anything like the rumors in school, it had to have been hell right?” tadashi adjusted the water to be warmer, theyll probably have to get out soon.

“What? i- my life then is no ones concern besides my own” if he had the energy hed glare at him.

“Maybe- maybe not, but it still changed you in some way correct? i mean, you sure do know how to run from the police damn well- and i don’t believe thats something just everyone can do”

Jiro knew at least that part was true, even if he didnt want to believe it.

“but even then, i contribute nothing to anyone” he hugged his own knees toghther attempting to comfort himself.

“is merely surviving after everything youve been through not enough?” Kunai smiled slightly.

“i-“ he stopped, he realized there was no use for him trying to fight tadashi, he knew in one way or another he was right, even if he didnt want to accept it.

Kunai hugged him from behind, before washing the conditioner out of his hair.

#j writes badly #???? ish??? #again. thank sho for the plot. #im bad at plot #down to the stool jiro sits on. sho wrote the plot #(this was madw in like ja but ive been too depressed to post it LMAO 😭) #no beta we die like jirou

[marigoldenblooms]

That's a Wrap - One Shot

Pairing: Director!Natasha x Fem!Actor!Reader x Actor!Wanda (MINORS DNI - 18+)

Summary: You and Wanda can’t seem to get this scene right. With your director’s help, you manage.

MINORS DNI - 18+

Tags: Is Y/N in the room with us right now (They aren’t), Dom!Natasha, Switch!Wanda, Bottom!Reader. Dub-con, power dynamic (Director/Actor), voyeurism, degradation, praise, semi-public sex, semi-orgasm denial, light edging, objectification, oral (W receiving), fingering (R receiving), strap-on use(R receiving), some pet names (baby, sweetheart, darling, ma’am, Tasha(For N), Wan/Wands(For W), Mommy(For W, used loosely)), Nat calls her strap her dick, semi-previous established relationship? Porn with plot, clothed sex, sextape, light aftercare, fluff at the end. 

A/N: Welcome to the first issue of Smut Saturdays! Want to really create some good shit in this genre, so I'm posting at least one spicy fic every Saturday (if I can help it)! This came to me in a vision (called the five minutes before my math class)- After my last smut fic did well (An Important Lesson, Prof!Wanda x Reader, which you can read here), I thought I’d do some WandaNat practice! Not proofread, written in the span of an evening. This is a crime against intimacy coordinators, I’m so sorry. Asides over. Natasha wears a strap to her films and she can dick me down with it, please and thank you!

Word Count: 2.4k - Read Length: 8 minutes, 49 seconds.

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It was never fun when the producers came by. 

They’d always arrive in droves of two or three, never the top dog- as if Natasha’s ‘avant-garde chick flick’, as they called it, wasn’t worth their time. They certainly treated it as much. Today was the worst day for them to arrive, in pressed jackets and always on a phone call, because today you were filming the sex scene. It was more of a ‘romance’ scene, with alluring cinematography and enough passion to make your eyes fall out, yet you hadn’t even gotten to remove any clothes from your beautiful costar- Wanda. You knew she was incredible, her previous films as a fem fatale showing her dominant streak, however the spark couldn’t burn when interruptions from the suits kept happening. You weren’t on a porn set, and yet sometimes you wish you were. Might’ve been faster, or at least more fun. 

“From the top,” A groveled voice muttered, Natasha’s steely gaze breaking into your skull-  though a part of you wished she’d break your back. The redhead had always been an inspiration, one of the leading reasons for your participation in her project, besides her being so fine. But now, she looked pissed, worn down by hours of appeasing the producer’s half-baked suggestions and guarding you and Wanda from their prying eyes. “Yes Ma’am,” you replied, earning a slight chuckle from your director, the twinkle in her eye not lost on you- she was on her last legs, but it was yours and Wanda’s compliance that kept her going.

You’d return to your blocking, centered in the middle of your ‘apartment bedroom’, with Wanda’s hand placed gently on your waist. Your roles were lovers, reuniting after a long day of hardship, slowing down after it all. You’d stare up at her, the mild exasperation in your expression making her smile. She’d send a wink down to you, muttering something about being ‘bored too’, but ‘not hating kissing you again’, or the like. She’d invited you out to coffee tonight, and especially after a day like this, you’d take it. Perhaps you’d even forget the paparazzi and really kiss her as you’d been wanting to do this whole shoot. Throw a bone to the fanfiction writers and make their canon comply with reality. Maybe. It was Natasha’s words which startled you from your thoughts, a look of tenderness overcoming your face as you’d sink into your character, “Action!” 

Within an instant, Wanda hiked her hands under the hem of your shirt, eyes darting down to your face. Her palms were warm against you, smooth against your soft skin, as your head rested gently on her shoulder. She’d tug at the fabric- and you’d send her a quick nod, smiling as you’d lean up to capture her lips in yours-

 “Well that’s not very marketable!” A producer would crow, scoffing with both his hands outstretched towards the two of you. You’d freeze, feeling all of the passion drain out from the scene, no more than a shell of itself. His bald head wasn’t very marketable, looking like a morally dubious Mr. Clean- and yet you didn’t comment on it. He’d look at Natasha, the woman pinching the bridge of her nose with a stern sigh, and you gulped. Oh, shit. She was going to lose it. “Can’t you get their clothes off faster? Our focus groups won’t wait around for-”

“Fucking Christ, get- out!” Natasha shouted, a growl in her tone bringing heat to your face. She scowled, roaring to the surrounding suits, “Leave, get off my set- it’s my fucking turn to direct them.” Her hands would fan away their deer-in-headlights looks, ushering them out before locking the door. Her fiery gaze would bore into you then, jaw locked as her heels would click towards you and Wanda, many feet apart. 

The two shared a knowing nod- And before you could speak, your director grabbed Wanda by her shirt collar and pulled her into a bruising kiss. Your jaw would drop as the brunette’s eyes widened, fluttering shut as Wanda moaned into the embrace- Natasha’s hands planted firmly on her tits. She’d squeeze them, earning a gasp from Wanda, your costar’s head swung back as Natasha swiped her thumbs across her nipples. Your director’s gaze would strike yours, and you understood why Wanda’s submission was so quick. You shuddered at the redhead’s gleaming smirk, her voice a husked whisper, “Get those clothes off and get on the bed for me, baby. Now.” 

“Yes, Ma’am.” Your reply was instant, Natasha’s grin only widening as you’d shed your layers, kneeling on the mattress’s soft sheets. They were cold, goosebumps settling up your spine yet you wouldn’t move, eyes trained obediently on Natasha. You were so perfect for her. 

Natasha’s mouth would return to Wanda’s, pressing her into the faux wall that had outlined the bedroom. Her hand would splay against Wanda’s stomach, and you saw how she hiked up the shirt there, continuing to palm her tits while unclasping Wanda’s bra with the other. She’d pepper kisses across the brunette’s neck, sucking hickeys the lower she’d go. 

They’d part only so Wanda’s top could come completely off, your director keeping a claiming touch on Wanda’s hip as she’d look back at you over her shoulder. Her hair was wild, mused from Wanda’s hands slung loosely around her shoulders while her expression remained flushed, dark eyes darting down to the slick that pooled between your legs. Wanda’s voice would ring to you, almost reverent as her hips would stutter against Natasha’s, “She’s fucking drooling for us, Tasha..” 

The redhead would bite back a smirk as she’d watch you twitch. You ached to touch them, yourself, anything- your hands already balled into fists on your thighs, legs rubbing together, desperate for friction. But neither had given the command, and you had an inkling from their hungry looks that they wanted you needy, right where they had you. Natasha’s rasp came second, “Then show her what I taught you.”

Wanda would reach you first, discarding the rest of her clothes in the process. Her hands trailed warm touches up your legs and to your chest, digging into your soft flesh as her lips would meet yours. It was explosive, sweet and tender yet with a ferocity that claimed you quickly, heating up your skin as her knee would slot between your thighs. You’d feel Natasha’s calloused fingers on the small of your back, the sinking of her weight in the mattress behind you, and her tone husked in your ear, “Stretch her out for me, Wan- like we practiced.” Your director’s words sent a buzz to your core, cunt grinding mercilessly into the sheets below as Wanda’s hand would trail there, dragging two fingers along your folds before arcing dazzling circles around your clit. 

You’d eagerly press your hips into her touch, moaning lowly as she’d chuckle, “So wet for me, sweetheart…bet I can just slip right in.” She’d coax her fingers inside, your pussy walls taking her gladly as Wanda curled her digits against that spongy spot. Your back would arch, head growing fuzzy as you’d feel your slick drip down her hand. Her thumb would press into your clit as you’d buck your hips against her, cursing a quick “Fuck-” which was quickly swallowed up by Wanda’s mouth. She’d bite your lip, dragging it with her teeth as she’d settle into her rhythm, spare hand palming your tits with a rougher grasp, “Been waiting for this, haven’t you sweetheart- pretty whore, just for us.”

 “Mhm, good girl just wants to be fucked, don’t you?” Natasha would grit, and you could see her stroking something behind your back. She’d unzipped her slacks- her strap heavy in her hand, glistening with the spit she’d gathered in her palm. Natasha bucked her hips against her hold, cursing as the cock’s base would rub against her clit. She looked incredible, sweat across her brow as her hand would clench around the toy, like she could feel it. “Keep going, Wands- want her perfect for my dick.”

 Natasha would pant, breathing ragged as her hand moved in time with Wanda’s fingers- curling into you almost torturously, feeling your cunt clench around her. The brunette’s kiss would claim you again, moaning into her warmth as her thumb would circle your clit. She’d sigh almost lovingly, fondness overtaking her expression as your head found the crook of her neck, “She’s already perfect, Tasha-” She’d coo, although her hand wouldn’t stop, gasping at the squelching sound of her fingers up your cunt, “This pussy was made for us, darling.” 

Their words and touch brought you so close, yet Wanda’s hands slowed down when she felt your legs quiver or your breathing seize up, never giving you what you needed. You’d squirm against Wanda, begging for more, a lingering touch, anything-  “Please, Wan- I‘m so close,” You whined, earning a tut from your costar. She’d devour your pleas, lost to time as her mouth would reach yours, softer than before. You felt her sympathetic smile against you as she’d shake her head, locking eyes with Natasha’s heavy stare, “Not yet, sweetheart..It’s not my turn anymore.”

The redhead groaned when Wanda slid her fingers out of you, her fingers shimmering with your arousal. Your walls fluttered around nothing, aching for anyone’s touch as you felt Natasha’s rugged grasp on your hips, pulling you up and back so your pelvis was against hers. The strap had warmed in her hand, dragging between your legs. You were dripping for her, soft sparks of pleasure seizing you as her tip would brush against your clit. Her voice would thunder through you, almost delirious with her own need, “Fucking finally..want this pussy all to myself…” 

Wanda would chuckle at that, your director kneading at your hips as Wanda’s thighs settled in front of your mouth, your arms propping yourself just above her soaked cunt. “We promised to share, Tasha..” She’d croon, face flushed and touch softer than Natasha’s as she’d cradle your face in her palms, “Such a pretty girl..are you ready for your reward, darling?” You nodded, a flurry of sensation hitting you all at once- Natasha’s strap sinking into you as the redhead would push your shoulder blades down, pressing your face between Wanda’s legs. 

The stretch was incredible, the woman behind you vicious as she’d drive her dick into you, bottoming out as your mouth would be smothered against Wanda’s cunt. Each thrust would drive Wanda crazy, your gasps and whimpers vibrating right into her core, especially as you’d flat your tongue against her clit, suckling on the sensitive nub. Her thighs would threaten to shut on you, her stretched words lost in your pussydrunk haze, “Yes, like that sweetheart- such a good girl..-” Natasha would rock her hips into yours, pace bruising as she’d pull your thighs flush to hers. You’d hear her muffled curses as she’d bottom out again, sighing as if she could feel you clench around her. “Baby..fuck, so perfect for us…” Wanda’s hands would thread into your hair, anchoring her hold on you as she’d press your face further into her cunt. 

The sight would echo a curse from Natasha’s mouth, her hips growing a little more erratic, “Fucking christ, she’s our perfect little whore, aren’t you baby-” You’d try to nod, moaning as Natasha’s hand would press further into your back, keeping you from moving an inch, “Don’t even think, baby- just fucking take it, fuck-” 

Time would seem to slow, your brain fuzzing into blissful static as you’d feel Wanda’s thighs tremor around your head, her grip tightening as she’d see your body tremble in Natasha’s touch. “Come with me, sweetheart- be a good girl and come for Mommy.” Her saccharine words spurred you into a blinding release, your tongue working Wanda through her orgasm as your body quaked with your own. You’d feel Natasha follow shortly thereafter, cursing aloud as she’d pull herself out of you, watching as you’d clench around nothing. Her hands would immediately find your waist, bringing you gently up to kneel with your back against her clothed front. 

Panting, your arms would shake as you’d catch your breath, leaning up to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. You could feel both women’s eyes on you as you’d suckle on your fingers, cleaning up with an exaggerated moan, looking towards Wanda as you’d pop your hand out of your mouth, your words almost dreamy, “Mmm, so good, Wan..” You’d giggle as Wanda’s face would alight in blush, although the clink of metal and fabric drove you away from your teasing.

Natasha’s hands would be rushed as she’d pull her pants and harness down, eyes heavy with a lust that made you shudder, “Switch with me, Wands-” She’d grit, thrusting the strap in her general direction before settling calloused palms on your still quivering thighs, her gaze boring into yours, “It’s my turn for her mouth.” 

Wanda’s smirk was immediate, sending you another sly wink, “Gladly.” 

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Unbeknownst to the three of you, the cameras had never stopped rolling. That film would never be seen by the public, kept hidden once you left the building. Not to say it couldn't be enjoyed by you three, though.

Natasha and Wanda took you out to coffee afterwards as the brunette had promised. They explained their prior agreement to ‘test the waters’ with you, Wanda working with Natasha on a plan to woo you both in and out of character. The date went well, although with much less lingering glances and more almost-fucking in the back of Wanda’s car afterwards. It was there that the public and paparazzi learned of your relationship, although their camera flash thankfully stopped any romance before it got good. You weren’t on a porn set, after all- and Wanda kept your half-nude form hidden while Natasha cursed out the press. All in a day’s work. 

Unfortunately, the day’s work began anew the next day. Filming the romance scene was no difficult measure now, but Natasha’s grin and Wanda’s wandering hands blurred the lines of professionalism. The film crew couldn’t care less, a few of them- such as Kate, a script supervisor- mentioned how they knew it would happen eventually (and won a bet with Peter, who said it’d take until the award show for you three to get together). 

However, once you three escaped into Natasha’s office for some ‘paperwork’ as she’d called it, it didn’t matter. They were yours, and that was enough.  ~~~

#minors dni #wanda maximoff smut #wanda smut #wandanat smut #natasha romanoff smut #natasha smut #smut with plot #smut #actress wanda #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #scarlet witch x reader #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #wandanat #mommy wanda #wandanat x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #natasha x reader #female reader #fem reader #bearrrwrites

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John Price x Virgin!Reader

Hey babes I do take requests 24/7 so send anytime 😚 

Warnings: smut with some plot? She/they pronouns/fem!reader, no protection (Use protection nasties.) P in V sex mentions breeding, virginity taken, couch sex, slight overstimulation, no use of Y/N, Reader is 20-25.

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You're sitting on prices lap in a passionate kiss on the couch of your shared home, both of you have been dating for a while first meeting each other when he picked you to be on task force 141,  working by his side slowly gaining feelings for him you wouldn't ever say it or even pay attention to it, that was til he had asked you out on a date. You never told him that you were a virgin, you found it a bit embarrassing that you're in your early 20's and haven't lost your virginity yet, you didn't know how he would respond. He's always respected you and made sure you were ok with everything he did making sure he didn't take lingering touches too far or passionate kisses more than that, he didn't mind that you weren't ready as long as you are comfortable is all that mattered the most to him.

You pull away from the kiss trailing your hands on his chest a bit nervous you wanted to tell him but didn't exactly know how. Price caught up on your nervousness holding your hand with one of his as his other hand remains on your waist rubbing soft circles while stealing a soft kiss from your hand.

"What's on your mind dove?" Price asks, as he continues rubbing soft circles on your waist trailing down to your hips

"If you want me to stop I will, hun" Price says reassuringly as he steals a kiss from your forehead.

"No, I want you to continue. I've just never done this before…" you softly mumble the last part feeling even more embarrassed. He smiles softly kissing your red cheek.

"We can always take it slow, love. As long as you're ok with it." He says, slowly putting both hands on your hips.

"I'm ok with it" you reply, trailing your hands on his chest again.

"Atta girl" he says as he presses his lips against yours slowly trailing his hands on to your ass, as he presses kisses to your neck and collarbone leaving variations of deep purple and red marks on your skin.

His hands leave your ass and reach up to the bottom of your shirt, lifting it up and tossing it aside to be forgotten about. Price leaves soft kisses to the top of your breasts before ripping your bra off to leave more pretty red and purple marks on your body. Softly massaging your breasts he puts one of your left nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking it loving how red your face is, staring into your eyes admiring the bite marks in his provisual vision. He stops sucking your left nipple and caresses it with his big hands rolling your nipple between his pointer fight and his thumb making you bite back some moans and whimpers.

"No one's around, dove, I wanna hear you make those pretty noises, my love…" Price whispers into your neck kissing it and softly biting it making sure he doesn't hurt you, making you whimper a bit when he leaves another red mark on your skin. Hearing you whimper made it more tempting to just fuck you right then, of course he wanted to take it slow for you making sure you remember how much pleasure you got from him. He knew he had to fight back the urge to fuck your pretty little brains out and breeding you till all you can think is how good his cock makes you feel. His self control was strong, the only weakness he had was you, you always have been. Small stolen kisses turned into heated make out sessions, you always could make him fold so easily even just your presence in the room or you taking care of him after missions or just long days of paperwork. Pulling you back into a passionate kiss as he slowly lays you on the couch making sure your lips stay connected to his. You both break away for air as Price puts on a show taking his shirt showing off his abs, the scars on his abdomen and the hair on his chest while rubbing circles on your waist with his thumb “Do I have consent lovie?” He whispers into your ear.

You simply nod, as your heart starts racing faster "I need words hun." He simply states.

"Yes.. you have my consent john.." you say just above a whisper. He slowly pulls your pants and underwear down, tossing it to the other side of the room to be forgotten about along with your shirt and bra. He starts kissing and biting your inner thighs making sure it matches with your chest he looks up at you once more

"What's the safe word, dove?" Price asks 

"Asteroid" you simply reply softly

Price kisses your clit before he starts to give it a few kitten licks earning a few whimper and whines from you as you start closing your thighs a bit. Price wraps his hands around your thighs so he can continue his meal although he wouldn’t mind having your thighs squeezing his head, he’d love for you to do it he'd even encourage it, he’d die a happy man being suffocated by your thighs but right now he just wants to see your face how good he can make you feel by just his mouth. He soon enough attaches his lips to your swollen clit sucking harshly to bring you closer to your first orgasm of the night. Price softly rubs small circles on your thighs as you come down from your high

"Good girl" Price mutters the praise soothingly as he scratches your thigh with his beard before pulling away from your heat, leaning up to kiss you again as you take rushed breaths to come back from your high.

"You alright, Lovie?" Price asks gently before kissing your bruised neck again massaging your waist with his big hands

"Yeah…" you quietly respond trying to slow your breathing down

"You're such a good girl, aren't you sweetheart?" Price softly whispers into your ear

"Only for you" you breath out

Price chuckles as he pulls you into another deep kiss slipping his tongue into your mouth claiming his dominance once again. After a few moments price pulls away

"Are you absolutely sure, hun?" Price asks once again while lining up to your heat

“Positive.” You confirm once again reassuring your boyfriend that you wanted this, Price kisses your cheek before slowly entering his tip into your warmth making you moan softly.

“Good girl..” Price praises again moving his hand to hold yours as he slowly pushes himself more into you, by the time he was halfway inside of you you squeezed his hand starting to get a bit overwhelmed from the stretch of your walls. Price immediately notices and stops moving so you can adjust to his size “Good girl, so good for me, honey…” Price coos into your ear kissing the side of your face he continues holding your hand reassuring that you're doing good for him “Can I move again hun?” Price asks again.

“Y-Yeah please move baby…” you whine out almost begging for him to move again Price starts moving the rest of himself inside of you, once he's fully in your heat he stays still once again making you can adjust to his length “Tell me when to start moving doll face” after a few minutes of peppering your face and neck with kisses you move your hips trying to get some form of friction between you two "John please move…" You whine out needy, John chuckles kissing your neck once again moving out slowly and back inside your warmth again keeping the slow pace for a few thrusts before going faster "Just tell me when to go faster Lovie'' Price says kissing your jaw keeping the same pace so you get used to how big his size is, after a few seconds he grunts into your neck feeling you clench around him making him buckle hips slightly, you clench around him again hearing a low groan in your ear  from the man above “Please move faster, John…” You whine into his ear bucking your hips into his. Price chuckles moving his hips into yours faster making sure he goes deeper into you “This good, baby?” Price asks moving one of his hands to caress your face “Y-Yeah amazing, John” you whimper as he hits that one area of bundle of nerves inside you, Price notices immediately moving his lower half to aim at your sweet spot trying to make you come to your second orgasm for the night. You wrap your legs around his waist starting to get lost in the pleasure "Fucking shit, you feel so good, my love" he groans into your neck quickening his pace a bit, feeling the familiar warmth in his lower abdomen bucking his hips into yours throwing himself a bit off pattern. Price moves the hand caressing your face down your neck then your breasts, slowly stopping at your abdomen feeling himself rutting into you making him groan before moving his hand down to your clit rubbing and pinching it lightly to get you to your second orgasm of the night "C'mon, baby cum for me. Cum all over my cock, wanna feel you, baby" He mutters in your ear as he softly bites your earlobe quickening his pace and making sure this is the best orgasm you've ever had. "Oh fuck- John!" you whine arching your back whimpering his name as if his name was a prayer as you squeezed his cock releasing your second and final orgasm of the night "Squeezing me so fucking tight, honey" he pants against your ear "Where do you want me to cum, doll?" He asks on the verge of his release.

"Inside me please, I need to feel you." You whine starting to feel overstimulated bucking your hips once again. As soon as those words left your lips he buried himself in you as deep as he could letting the coil in his stomach snap, cumming inside of you trying to keep his cum safe inside of you as groans your name under his breath.

Price stays like that for a minute before pulling out slowly not wanting any to spill out  "Good girl, took me so fucking well, didn’t you, love?" He says as he caresses your face, kissing your cheeks "Let's get you cleaned up." He says before picking you up bridal style carrying you to the shared bathroom placing you on the toilet seat kissing your lips softly "So proud of you, my precious girl" He says before leaving a quick peck on your lips turning back to the bathtub starting to run the water. "I'll be back in a minute, ok?" He says before leaving the bathroom door.

You hum exhausted as you lean against the back of the toilet seat waiting for him to return. Price leaves the bathroom changing the sheets and putting your favourite pyjama set on the bed before going down stairs getting you a snack and water.

"Love, I'm back." He says, giving you the glass of water and snack "Don't want my pretty girl passing out on me" he chuckles, kissing your forehead before going to the bathtub making sure the water is warm enough, turning off the taps. Price picks you up bridal style once again placing you in the bathtub sitting next to you on the floor "John, get in with me please" you say caressing the side of your boyfriend's face.

"How could I ever say no to such a perfect girl like you, love?" He chuckles getting in behind you kissing the back of your neck pulling your body closer to his "So proud of you, baby. I love you so much" Price murmurs in your neck scratching you with his beard probably leaving you beard burn for the morning to deal with.

"I love you too, John," you say smiling, moving your hands up and down his arms that are wrapped around you massaging them softly.

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Hello, I really loved your writing for Wednesday and was wondering if I could request something.

Reader was hurt badly on the final fight and Wednesday gets worried about her, gets emotional just as she did with Thing. She doesn't leave reader's side until she wakes up and when she does she can't help but hold her because she thought that was it for a moment, and maybe confesses her feelings? You can elaborate it as much as you'd like, I'd just like for that to be the general idea, love some hurt/comfort.

Much love. <3

‘ DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS .

Wednesday Addams x Female Reader.

SYNOPSIS. wednesday addams never cried for anyone, not until she held you fighting for your life, desperately trying to stay alive to return the whispered confession. ( 4.15k words )

NAVIGATION. part one - part two. masterlist.

WARNINGS. major angst. character death ( reader’s ). unproofread. english not being the author’s first language.

NOTE. written in second person’s point of view. another love by tom odell being the angsty essential to produce this fic.

REQUESTED BY. anonymous. thank you for your lovely words, and for trusting my writing to create a perfectly stomach churning plot! do enjoy this work.

LISTEN TO WHILE READING. optional. another love by tom odell.

TAGS. @ryver19 @danysflames

𝗜𝗙 𝗪𝗘𝗗𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗗𝗔𝗬 wasn’t worried about braving the ancient face of Crackstone before, she definitely was now. Not because she was scared of him. It’s because you were the most idiotic person she knew. What were you doing in a battle that you shouldn’t be in? Were you even aware of what you were getting yourself into? She wanted to know what was going through your mind when you marched in the courtyard without a weapon or anything to protect yourself with. Just a glare that wouldn’t do anything.

The fire burning so fierce dancing with the breeze turned slow. Everything seemed too leisure for her liking when she spotted you standing there. It was as if the world had stopped spinning, but it couldn’t possibly now, could it? Xavier was mad enough to try and help, and now you? What were you going to do? Why were you even here?

You weren’t glaring at the pilgrim. You were glaring at her. The blade that was in her possession had shattered and her attention was turned to you. That was the last thing you needed. You hated Wednesday for being the centre of everything because you knew it meant sacrificing so much, even herself.

She used to love seeing you angry and defeated, but not like this. Not this way when you were getting defeated by the monster that stood before her and not her. Not when your hair moved with the wind so slowly as she met your gaze while watching the fire burn in your eyes in the middle of danger. She felt weaker.

You were a vulnerability. A phenomenon in which she, herself, couldn’t even explain.

Paying attention to the movement in your peripheral view, your eyes darted to the figure, slowly coming to the revelation that it was Bianca, in all her grace, standing not so far away from the distracted pilgrim.

You heard a victorious crackle emit from the old man’s mouth, and that’s when you knew. You quickly turned to Wednesday who was trying her best to suppress her noises of struggle. It just made you angrier. Your heart skipped faster in your chest as your mind ran circles in your head, putting it all into shambles that made it difficult for you to think. This anger had neer been felt by you before. It was suffocating, restricting, and it tightened your chest to the point that you almost gasped for air. That’s when you recalled what you came there for.

To help Wednesday put Crackstone back to where he belongs.

You shut your eyes and found yourself a moment before opening them again. When the young Addams thought you had nothing as a weapon, she was wrong. Locking eyes with the siren, you nodded and lifted a hand to reveal the lustrous object from your back. Using your ability, you passed the dagger to the girl who took the blade, understanding the task that she now shouldered.

However, that didn’t provide you much comfort. Wednesday was looking at death straight in the face and your trembling body didn’t stop to just stand around and watch. Your feet dragged you hastily a few feet away from Bianca.

This caught Crackstone’s attention as he slowly turned his head to you, grinning like he faced the Devil in front of him and made a sacrifice for a deal. You couldn’t even describe the disgust and fear you felt as you saw his face fresh from the dead.

“Those who intrude shall join the abomination in the depths of hell!”

You stared at him, narrowing your eyes as you swallowed your spit cautiously to watch his every little move that could be used against you.

What were you doing? You looked stupid! Wednesday’s furrowed eyebrows already said it all. Her heart pounding in her chest almost ripped her open when she saw Crackstone raising the sceptre in his hand, about to conjure such a damage on you. She hated that she couldn’t do anything but look at you, mentally telling you not to do what it is that you’re going to do and run to safety.

You lifted your arm slightly and tried your best to pull the sceptre away, but all it did was drain your energy and create a tension that you couldn’t even control, yourself. You were pulling his source of power, but it seemed as though your telekinetic ability wasn’t enough to do anything. Crackstone was far more powerful. You didn’t stand a chance.

You raised your other hand and conjured an object to hit him in an attempt to distract his attention from the focus he had on his sceptre. He didn’t budge and destroyed it to pieces.

“Enough!” He shouted and with a move of the mace, you were thrown across the courtyard, your back hitting the stone pillars causing you to descend to the ground with an aching body and a sharp grunt.

“Y/N!” It was unrecognisable as to who yelled for your name, but you were tired.

You were shaking extremely now. The statics ringing in your ears became deafening to the point that you didn’t hear what the next thing was. Your vision got blurry, and dark spots started to patch up your vision. You closed your eyelids shut numerously in an attempt to recover, and as you did so, you caught the bits and pieces of what was occurring right in front of you.

Bianca groaned as she toppled on the ground just the same as her. Crackstone looked unfazed as he stood with a stab, the fiery blaze of fire appearing on his back to his lower chest. He turned and soon, it was your turn as you stood. He took the blade to make use of it, but you weren’t having it. Not to Bianca. Not to anyone in that courtyard, except him.

You swiftly got on your feet, ignoring the statics and the migraine that had formed once you stood up. Your limping feet dragged you in front of the siren as you stopped right there with the dagger whipping past the air at lightning speed.

You were getting sick of lifting your hand, but it was needed this time or anyone in this courtyard is dead. You tried to stop the blade from rushing towards you, and for a second, you thought you did.

That was when you caught the smirk on Crackstone’s face. You knew it wasn’t good. So did Bianca. Your eyes widened in fear, but you didn’t have much time to react.

When with that, the blade pierced through your flesh with the sound of the metal cutting through your skin and burying deep in your body as you let out a shortened gasp. With pursed lips, you looked down and saw the dagger on your lower abdomen. The blood was quickly seeping through your clothes, shining under the joined light provided by the moon, the stars, and the fire that Wednesday thought used to burn in your eyes.

Before you completely succumbed to the dizziness was the sight of Crackstone turning to Wednesday. Then, it blurred. All your eyes could gather was the fire getting fiercer in the form of Crackstone’s figure. Was it fire? You didn’t know, but you heard the low monstrous scream that almost made you let out a victorious cry.

But once the final disappearance of his body started in the blaze, it burst into a powerful surge of what his power once was, causing a strong wave that wiped the fire off the courtyard.

You looked at Wednesday who returned the gesture as she glared at you with her sharp narrowed eyes. You plummeted to the ground shortly after with Bianca rushing over.

Wednesday marched forward and pushed the siren aside in haste as she kneeled down next to you. Your breaths were hitching, your hand laid on the dagger, stained with the red hue of your metallic blood. Beads of sweat started forming on your forehead which felt odd to you as you began to feel colder each minute.

“Don’t you dare pull out the knife,” Wednesday’s command made you groan. You could feel the metal in you, and it was the most discomforting sensation.

Wednesday didn’t know how to act or feel. She didn’t even know what to think, but the fact that you laid there on the ground, bleeding out as you trembled made her lose her mind. She couldn’t have that or else she’d lose her composure.

“I’ll call for help,” Bianca proclaimed before running out of the courtyard.

But that wasn’t the end of it all when you and Wednesday’s ears perked up at the sound of a gun cocking in the distance. And lo and behold was Thornhill with a gun in her hand, aimed at the girl who slowly stood up to confront Laurel.

“You brought a gun to a sword fight. It’s probably the first smart decision you’ve made today.”

“I might not get to kill all the outcasts, but at least I get to kill you, Wednesday.”

You groaned and shut your eyes from the stinging pain, your eyes getting tired to keep wide open as yet another fight occurred. Laurel had her gun pointed straight on Wednesday, but it was as if you didn’t feel the pain when a bee appeared followed by Eugene with his bright smile that seemed to crack the tension into two, replacing the delight of the moon to the shine of the sun.

You could’ve exceeded the amount of the stars of thanking him for saving Wednesday, but your breaths were getting shorter, and you knew there and then that this was probably the last time you’ll ever feel your heart beating in your chest.

You swallowed the lump on your throat. No, you can’t cry. Not now. Not here on the ground.

“Eugene, search the school for an emergency medical kit. Make it quick before I dig a grave.”

Wednesday turned to you, not wasting another minute to rush next to you again. She put her hand on your chest to feel the pound of your hope inside. You didn’t like this weak profile of you in front of the girl you so badly wanted to defeat just because you saw a bit of yourself in her.

( Cue the start of the music )

You always hated your reflection, hence why when she attended Nevermore, she had become nothing but a walking mirror yet also an ironic form of what you despised.

She despised you equally. You always gave her that stare she didn’t like. Wednesday found you to be a scuff on the floor she’d walk past on, but you became addicting to defeat that even winning against Bianca had become pointless when she spotted you in the crowd and challenged you in the archery field.

“It hurts,” you mumbled shakily as you tried your best to hold a noise down your throat.

She hated that. She hated that it affected her. Wednesday shouldn’t care for you, not after all the pent up anger she felt when you were around. Not the anger that made her want to stick around you more in order to rub it in your face that she was so much better than you tried to prove yourself to be.

A noise escaped your lips.

That made her close her eyes. She never did that. She wanted to remove the sight of you in front of her, and she thought it was just because you looked so human — weak. Or was it because of the hurt that she felt in her stomach? She has had enough. She wanted cotton to block her ears from your noise. You had been suppressing the noises, but God, this noise was different now. You were suffering, and it made her stomach churn once she noticed that she knew that.

Why would she know that about you?

“Wednesday,” you called, your voice being something she couldn’t get herself to listen to but still tried.

She opened her eyes and clenched her jaw.

“You’re about to cry.” Wednesday remarked dryly, hiding the fact that it made her want to stab her eyes for noticing such a detail. “It’s unnecessary.”

Who was she kidding? She had an arrow that pierced through the flesh of her shoulder and it already stung. What more a stab that she knew what felt like? Especially twisted. It was an electrocution with tenfold the increased voltage on the maimed part of the body. It wasn’t just that. There was more to it than she saw from you now.

You chuckled. “Yeah, I thought that too.”

You didn’t want things to end like this. Wednesday wasn’t a mirror. She was a similarity that you had an opportunity to know and relate to. You had a chance for her to be your friend, but instead of taking that chance, you looked at her like a competition just because you hated the aspect of yourself that you tried to link with her.

Wednesday tensed up when your bloody hand found hers on the dirty ground. Your fingers touching hers making her head spin faster than the Earth on its axis. There was a sensation there. On the spot that your cold hands inflicted upon the place of contact. A slight feeling that caused her to look down at it, her eyes going from anger to something gentle and unexplainable. You were holding her hand. She wanted to process that in her head.

You were holding her hand.

Wednesday wanted to kill after the contact, because the look you had on your face mirrored hers. She knew it wasn’t a good sign.

“Can we pretend like we didn’t try to kill each other for the whole term?” Your voice was barely a voice. The question had become a whisper that only she could hear.

No, no. You weren’t doing this. She didn’t want it. She didn’t need it. The young Addams never asked for it but why were you doing it? God, you were stubborn. She hated you so much!

But you were you. There was nothing she could do about it. You were your own person, and that’s perhaps . . . Wednesday looked at your joined hands once again. It made her feel.

You made her feel.

Every aspect of you made her feel alive.

She thought she’d known thrill and the concept of romance all her life, but she was sure that every bit and piece of what she knew about it could be matched with this — this fluttery feeling in her stomach. The spark crackling on her skin that you were in contact with. Your eyes sending shivers down her spine. This state of you that angered her so much. Her knees shaking from fear of having no one in Nevermore to compete with once again.

Why did she feel this way?

She was supposed to despise you. Wednesday pursed her lips. She looked down at yours. There was a night that she pondered over why the first thing she kept seeing was your lips when she saw you. Then, after that one thought came the billions in her head when she lied still on her cold bed in the middle of the night that would sometimes even last until the light of dawn. She thought it was just because she hated you.

She thought it was just because you provoked such an emotion in her that was far too complicated for her to comprehend. Now, Wednesday wanted to test a theory, but was there even a theory to be tested, or was it the truth?

“I never hated you.”

She heard laughter from you. Was it funny that she said that? Was that statement pointless to you? Did it mean nothing? Wednesday’s eyes narrowed, her eyelashes doing that thing you usually found amusing.

You looked away and focused on the blanket of stars glinting so brightly above you. You let out a breath, “Huh.”

Should you tell her the truth? “Since I’m dying, I think you deserve the truth.”

That made her look up at you again, tearing her gaze away from your hand again. you almost laughed at her if you weren’t so badly injured now.

“I think I never hated you too, Wednesday.”

If an instrument was checking the pounding of her heartbeat, the machine would have gone crazy as the lines came in shambles. It was the same for you, but how would you know? You — why was she staring at you like that?

Why were her eyes the ones glossy now?

“You’re about to cry.” You commented, ignoring the sharp pain that started to become worse now that you thought was like the one before. You didn’t think much of it. Yes, it was painful, but why would you? “It’s unnecessary.”

You gasped at yet another pain. Your hands clutched hers, making her shift in her spot, her fingers squeezing you back.

That didn’t help your already dying heartbeat. There was more to what you said before, but you had to refrain yourself drom embarrassing yourself in front of her just in case this was the last.

And you were sure this was your last.

You vowed never to fall for the traps of love, most especially its romantic form. You saw and experienced many things that you never wanted to look back on ever again. However, you hated how your wall slowly crumbled down for Wednesday who almost shared the same perspective as you, although hers was more glum and grim. Yours was about the matter of love. Hers was about life.

Maybe this similarity was the reason you managed to be close to her. Not that close. Just this close. Just this in which you’d share the peace in front of the quiet lake without saying another word. Just holding each other’s gazes on occasions and looking away, with you clearing your throat and her bumping your shoulder to the point that it would ache later on for no reason. Just stealing glances at certain times while the other was accompanied by another at the Rave’N. Just fighting most of the time. Just acting like nothing happened the next. Just ignoring each other’s presence while looking back when walking past each other in the corridors of Nevermore.

“Y/N?”

You gasped, “I can’t — ” You panted for air again, “Breathe.”

“Don’t speak.” Her trembling hand removed its grip from yours as she stood up, frantic yet graceful when she spotted and obtained the blade she banished Crackstone with on the ground. The girl cut the edge of her long skirt and proceeded to take a long piece, careful not to make her own shorter than it should be.

She then proceeded to kneel down next to you. No, you weren’t leaving her hanging like this. Your truth was barely the truth, and she wnated to hear from you. She badly wanted to hear your voice again in full volume, in that pitch that she always knew.

Wednesday cried for Thing, but God, you? She knew she’d fill an ocean. This couldn’t be happening to her again.

She hated you now. She hated how scared you were making her feel in that moment. Were you even aware of what you were doing to her? She was supposed to be in her best composure, handling this in a graceful way that wouldn’t require her to shake so much, to curse in her head just because you were struggling.

Why did she care?! She cared so much it was too unnecessary, and her eyes were starting to water from this sight of you.

The girl wrapped the cloth around the knife that she couldn’t pull out. She put pressure on the spot but her heart dropped to her stomach the most when a tear escaped your eye.

Wednesday’s eyes widened. She quickly took you by the shoulders and laid your head on her lap in a hurry. Now was the time that she didn’t know what to do the most.

You couldn’t leave her like this.

She couldn’t bear it. She wouldn’t.

She wanted to spend another moment alone in the quiet in front of the lake, staring at your reflections and stealing glances over the water.

She wanted to ponder about you at night, questioning why it was your lips first that she captured when she looked back at you when you passed by each other in the hallways.

She wanted — no, demanded to see your annoying face that kept popping up in her nightmares and daydreams to show up beaming at her, laughing at some stupid joke someone told.

Your life story can’t just end like this.

What was she to do without you? Wednesday could imagine a world where it was just you and her living off the taunts of each other, competing to wind, but enjoying each other’s company.

She envisioned you laying your head on her shoulder after a long exhausting day, ranting to her about how your day went. She could envision herself just nodding, being the same old her that people often thought did not care enough.

Did you care enough?

Because she did. Enough to hold you in her arms, to embarrass herself in front of you.

How the mighty have fallen for the graces of someone like you? You thought.

“If you die on me, I will make history repeat itself just to bring you back and I'll stab you again myself.”

You used what bit of your energy was left to quirk your lips up to form a curve. You liked Wednesday.

It was clearer than the water you occasionally stared at for hours in her company.

“Out of all the people in the world, the ones I share the same blood with, used to tell my secrets to,” you quietly gasped for air to continue, “This, Wednesday Addams . . .”

Your clutch on her arm was starting to loosen as your eyelids started to slowly drop down to meet the darkness.

“This is the only time I feel given a damn about.”

Wednesday’s eyes didn’t know which to focus on. They darted on the dagger, the blood, the cloth, your eyes, your parted lips — “Y/N?” That was the first time her call for someone had a frantic frightened tone.

Your hand on the ground without another sign of movement was a touch of something that amde her feel as if someone had poured acid in her stomach. Her hand made its way to your cheek, not caring whether the blood on her hand got on your face.

Why weren’t you waking up? Why weren’t you opening her eyes and shooting up from the ground to tell her that you were just joking? She didn’t care if it was a fucked up prank, as long as she knew you were still there.

But no, God no, you weren’t.

“Wake up, Y/N.”

She shook you, but there was nothing. She placed two fingers on the side of your neck to check your pulse but she couldn’t get any sign of it.

A tear fell.

Wednesday halted. The girl touched her cheek, wiping the drop of what she vowed never to do again and leisurely examined her finger that shone with the wet surface because of the tear.

There she knew.

Wednesday wished she had realised it before, but no, it took you reaching the end of your own life story before she could even understand.

She knew a bit about you.

She knew you were Y/N and that you used to live in a small home in a small town in Romania where you had a family that pushed you around just because you were an outcast. That you had a gift that none of them could accept, for it was deemed to be witchcraft or that it made them insecure to use as a reason to make you feel small.

She knew you used to have friends who spilled all your secrets that made you fall from your grace. From being at the top down to the six foot level underground.

She knew you had a fling. She knew it didn’t end well. She knew your family put you in Nevermore to get rid of you and find yourself.

She knew that you cried yourself to sleep, knew that you believed that no one cared.

She knew what was going on in the back of your mind when you wiped away your tears in front of the lake.

Wednesday just wished she never looked away when she saw who you were. She wished she never resisted what it was that she felt.

Because what you went through? She knew it was that much of a cut and the stab that Crackstone had done to you was the thousandth.

Or maybe it was the words that were left unsaid?

AUTHOR’S NOTE. part two will be coming up soon! this will be edited tomorrow since it’s so late already and i have to wake up in about four hours again. if you want to get tagged for the next part, just leave a comment. thank you!

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Content preview: fem!reader x Nanami, porn with plot, stablished relationship, creampie, hair pulling, face fucking (reader), cum eating, spitting, slight choking, fingering, anal fingering, spanking, big dick Nanami, Nanami gets mean but it's a softie, kinda of brat tamer, AU where reader is a sorcerer too, getting hit up by a stranger, pet names, mating press, doggy/backshots?, no beta read we die like true heroes, self-insert. 3.2K words.

Notes at the end.

MDNI.

You’re surprised he’s been able to behave, to appear so calm all night long, the only sign that you’re getting into him it’s the occasional frown that appears in his forehead, how the hand on your waist gets tighter as you continue your teasing and the low murmur at your ear about how he’s going to deal with you later.

Both of you knew that this was going to be such a night like that with the way you both looked, he being irresistible with the white shirt that hugged his back and big arms, the black suit that was tailored for him and combined with black shoes, he was danger and it was impossible to contain yourself when he rolled up the sleeves that shoed his veiny arm and hands that only remined you of the actions that occurred just a couple of nights ago. You also looked so tempting with the black dress that hugged all the curves, the little straps and low cut in the front and lower at the back that covered up most of the hickeys and marks he left behind, high heels only accentuating your figure.

The plan for the occasion was relatively simply: arrive, talk, eat and leave. A simple after work reunion with his coworkers, show them how Kento is not only great at job but in his private life with such a pretty thing as yourself; he never considered you as his, but he was proud to be with you, being engaged and living in such a nice apartment at one of the most expensive parts of Tokyo.

He couldn’t help to be thankful for everything that has happened after you started dating and how everything seems to be going just perfect, in his life, at work and dealing with the curses. Only problems started just before you got out of the car and enter the garden where his coworkers were.

“We’re here, darling. Let me open the door for you.” and when he did it and offered you his hand you grabbed it and pull it towards you. “You look so good Ken, such a shame you didn’t fill me up before getting here, I’m going to be needy all night.” You said before kissing him, stopping him from whatever he was going to say, “Let’s get going, you don’t want to be late, baby.”

And that was just the beginning, he saw your teasing coming during the drive with the way you looked at him and rubbed your thighs together but decided to ignore it, assuming you would contain yourself for later, even when was used to your actions he was surprised it was so early.

Nanami expected your teasing and wasn’t hard to maintain his façade when you started rubbing your ass against his crotch in the elevator, when you whisper him how badly you wanted him after he was greeted by his boss; you noticed he started to break while you were sitting and started to rub his thigh, every rub dangerously higher every time, he had to grab your wrist, when you started to sip your drink and looked at him with such doll eyes that he whisper you to behave or you wouldn’t leave soon. He is a capable man and can resist your games all night long if wanted but the thing that made him snap was one of his lower coworkers that had the nerve to flirt with you.

“You look pretty” the man said and tried to get closer to you, you thanked and ignored him, hugging your fiancé by the waist harder, if it wasn’t obvious that you came here together “I didn’t knew Mr. Nanami had such a gorgeous girl with him, have you two been together for long?” he tried again while looking at your exposed chest. “Yes, she’s my wife” Kento said before hugged you.

“Well, if you ever find yourself needing for someone you can call me” he said and extended a business card that was received by Kento jealousy irradiating from his body, he put it at the back pocket of his trousers, his other hand squeezing your hip so tight you were sure it was showing how veiny and strong it was, you both excused yourselves from the man and took a walk at the most abandoned part of the garden.

“The audacity! how could he? Does he don’t know his place?” you yelped and Kento took your face with both hands, looking right at your eyes. “But you’re mine, right? Only mine” he said above your lips proceeding to kiss you, a light but small kiss, you tried to deepen it, but he took a step back “I think it’s time to go now.”

After saying your goodbyes, the drive home was quiet, Kento is a usually a quiet man, but you knew he was jealous with the way he was clenching the steering wheel, if he wasn’t a calm man, you’re sure he could’ve beat the man up, not a chance he would’ve stand against your fiancé. What was he thinking? Did the night was absolutely ruined by a stupid man? You decided to keep your questions to yourself and wait, unknowingly that will be answered within the doors of the ascensor closed.

He caged you in, back at the wall and your neck in his hand making you look at him from below with an confused expression, he used the thumb of his other hand to caress your bottom lip and said “You are really pretty indeed, my love, who could’ve know you were able to tempt so many people in the room at the same time” “But I didn’t do-“ he cut you in and introduced the same thumb in your mouth, pressing your tongue down and squeezing your neck a little “But you don’t know the power you hold, my dear, I’m afraid you’re a danger even to yourself” he said before removing the thumb and kissing you, pushing you even closer to the wall, opening your mouth to deepen the kiss and allowing his tongue in, clashing with yours, his hands lowered and started to caress your exposed back, curious fingers playing with the fabric that laid just a couple centimeters up your ass, his hips rubbing against you body, strong arms lifting you and holding your thighs for stability, sensitive parts only separated by some layers of cloth, your hands touching his chest and arms, not being able to be away from him even for a moment, needy moves of your pelvis rubbing against his crotch and you could feel how his erection throbbed against you.

Teeth almost clanking with each other and one of his hands grabbed you by the hair when you started to bite and suck his bottom lip “Naughty girl we have here aren’t you?” before you could muster a word the doors where open and showed your apartment, he shifted and carry you on his shoulders, not faced by your weight, spanking you when you moved too much while he was trying to open the door “You’re not making your punishment easier, baby.” He walked through your home and went right to the master bedroom, he tossed you at the bed and removed your heels, kissing your ankle and started going up your leg, strong hands being so delicate with your dress while scrunching it up just to your panties.

He licked the delicate fabric that separated your awaiting sex and his tongue, hot breath giving you goose bumps, you’re aching with desire, wanting nothing but feel him, however he wants, just feel him but he has other ideas.

He sits you up and removes your dress, almost yanking it, without a bra on he quickly starts biting your breasts, rough hands pinching and squeezing hard enough to have you arching your back and mewling, your hand tries to grab his hair and push yourself to him but that didn’t set well with him “No, baby, you had your fun at the party remember? Being all dressed up and gaining looks from everyone, I must remind you who you belong to”.

Easily manhandled by him you’re shifted and your abdomen resting on the side of the bed, your ass on his thighs while he caress it and before you know it he starts spanking you and you moan “You’ll have to count, pretty, or this will go all night”. He continues and doesn’t massage your sensitive skin, “I still can’t hear you” “Ah- three” you cry but he lands his hand again, harder “From the beginning”.

“One” you try again, it’s now that the softens the red cheek before hitting again “two” you continue, every spank it’s now continued by a small caress and slowly you reach to ten, your juices staining your panties and almost dripping over your thighs. “You did well pretty thing, but this isn’t over” and spank your awaiting pussy even harder, you give something between a cry and a moan before making you kneel between his legs.

“Take my pants off” he demands and while you put your hands to work he’s removing his tie, unbuttoning the first buttons of his shirt showing his chiseled chest, when you’re done he grabs you softly by the hair “Such a pretty face, but we need to put you to do something useful” and you do, if you do it well he will fuck you soon, you think.

You spit in your hand and grab his shaft eagerly and start working from the base up, aligning it to your drooling mouth, you show your tongue and give kitten licks to the tip before kissing it, he grunts, slowly entering your mouth you bob your head to get more of him every time, one hand stroking what’s not in your mouth and the other one massaging his balls, you occasionally get off him and start sucking them too briefly and continue trying to get all of him inside your pretty lips.

Nanami is a complete man in all senses, in this case he has a nice penis, almost 25 centimeters when hard and 5 at girth, not easy to take, not in your tight pussy or small mouth, he knows that too and that’s why he always try to go your way, but right now filled with jealousy and lust he isn’t going to give you the lead so he push your head all the way down, making you gag and you instinctively put your hands on his thighs, trying to breathe, now he has the control and sets the pace, breathing is a challenge and you try to relax your throat and inhale deeply before you start bobbing again faster and deeper than what you normally are able to.

Your hands are the only thing levelling you right now and Kento starts pounding from below, his hands still on your head and even when you’re about to tap out you restrain to, his moans are music to your ears “Fuck, fuck baby you- you feel so… so good” he pants.

You can’t stop right now, not when you look up through your lashes and get the view, his chest heaving and a light layer of sweat appearing at his forehead, eyebrows frowned and mouth agape, his Adams apple going up and down with every breath “Keep going, juuuust like that” he looks below and know he’s close when he sees your state, glazy eyes, looking at him, mouth full, slight mascara running with some tears down your cheeks, drool scaping your lips.

He can feel his balls tighten and starts pounding harder, your nails clawing his thighs and leaving poorly red marks, his hands grab your hair and push faster, you hollow your cheeks and start moaning, your knees hurting from the position “o-oh, fuuuck” he pants “Take. It. All.” He moans with every thrust and empties himself down your throat, you can feel his member trembling inside your mouth and swallowing all that you can, vision blurry from tears that you didn’t knew were coming down.

When he finally stops, he releases your head and you take a long breathe, trying to gain so composure, both of you heaving rapidly “Don’t waste anything I gave you” Kento says, and his finger collect some sperm that came out of your mouth and you lick it.

He helps you get up and finally removes your soaked panties, he kisses you while long and rough fingers touch your soft lower lips playing with your entrance, he inserts his index and he curls it against a sensitive spot before introducing the middle finger, playing with your sweet pussy he can feel how you clench around him, thumb almost circling around your puffy needy clit “Please” you whine and start moving your hips to match his fingers “We are not done, my love” he whispers over your lips and helps you get to bed.

In all fours with your feet almost dangling from the bed, Nanami situates himself between your legs, opening them even further with his, semi hard cock rubbing your needy hole. You whine and start moving, trying to feel some friction but a rough hand lands on your now red cheek “Keep still” he demands and you look behind to see him finally undressing himself, you notice the tie close to you but forget it when he starts stroking his dick, tip playing dangerously close to your clit, he moves it up and down your slit, making himself harder when seeing your hole clenching against nothing.

“Kento, please, I need you” you cry and collect all power you have to stop yourself from grinding against him. Nanami is pleased enough and decides to put one hand on your waist, making you arch your back even farther, he slaps the other cheek and spits on your lower lips before starting to enter “A-ah” you both gasp when the mushroom tip gets in.

You expect him to go easy on you since you haven’t been properly prepped, but tonight he’s been meaner than usual and he thrust deep, almost entering fully. “Fuck” you cry, and your hands clench the sheets hard, you feel so full, almost to a breaking point. “Be pretty for me” he grunts before pulling almost out, he spanks you even harder you’re sure this one will leave marks and thrust rougher, deeper, he’s fully in.

You can feel him in your throat, he’s “So deep” you mewl and throw your head down, pleasure and pain being overwhelming, and he’s also in the same state, watching you back arched and how well you take him makes him moan your name in such a deep tone that has you clenching against his shaft.

Kento can’t wait any longer and starts moving faster, he’s still hitting those same spots and you can’t help but cry and moan louder and harder, his palms landing every now and then against your sensitive skin, your mind feels dizzy between the immense pleasure and slight pain that he’s causing you.

He shifts and moves closer to you, his chest against your back, heat and sweat irradiating between both bodies, his lips landing on your neck, biting and sucking the conjecture of neck and shoulder, moans leaving both of your mouths and you can’t help but bring one of your hands against his hair, he almost allows it, but with one thrust that hits the special spot that makes you seeing starts you yank his hair and he grunts.

He likes it when you’re rough with him but right now that action makes him remove form yourself and leaving you whiny and empty “Now, who told you you could do that?” he doesn’t expect and answer and yet you try “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t meant to, please” you cry and look behind you before him takes your arms from behind and tie them up with the soft fabric of his leopard tie “You need to learn how to behave, sweetie”.

With shoulders and head resting at the mattress your ass is up and your hands rest at the lower of your back, Nanami positions himself again at your entrance and enter without a notice, he’s going slow, every thrust is agonizing, it’s like he’s trying to make you feel every centimeter of his cock, his breathing is what appears to be calm and you try to look at him, the slow pace making you crazy you moan his name in a way that every other man will drop to his knees including him but he’s having such a good time the doesn’t mind.

You see how he spits on your other entrance and try to pry his middle finger in it just to later spank you and toying with the hole again, all this while moving faster, pounding you deeper and your mind gets hazy when his finger finally gets in.

Feeling overwhelmed you unconsciously move farther, hips getting away from him and Kento notices, he chuckles a little bit and with his legs he opens even further yours and you feel so full. He grabs you by the hips and pull you back to him, not wanting to let you go. You moan and when his pace starts to get harder and you move again, now one of his hands snakes in and grabs your neck, hard.

He helps you get on your knees and chokes you slightly “Don’t run from this, pretty, it’s all for you” he pants against your ear and start biting your neck, you moan and his other hand goes towards your needy clit and starts circling it faster, pressing it so hard you might almost cum right there.

“Please Ken, make me cum, only you can make me cum” you moan so pretty he decides to untie you and change positions, on your back, he holds your legs and puts them over his shoulders, now folded you feel him even deeper, on your stomach.

“You’re so pretty like this, baby” he moans and reaches up to you, kissing you, and now you can properly touch him, your hands caress his strong arms and go to his broad back, scratching all the way because you feel like might combust. “You’re doing good, love, you take me so well” and that makes you moan and clench around him continuously, you’re close, dangerously close.

“Ken, ah, I’m going to cum, Ken, fuck, please, please” you start whining and Nanami kisses you, he’s just as lost as you in pleasure “Let me feel you, baby, cum on my cock” he pleads and start thrusting harder, mind full by nothing but making you cum first before releasing himself so he starts rubbing your clit again, harder, pressing down so good it only takes some flicks on it to drive you so close to the edge and make you cum yet you contain for one reason.

“Fuuck, Ken, I-I’m” you try, and he hushes you with his lips, he moves a little farther and opens your mouth to spit in it and when you moan “Please Ken, cum inside me, please I need it so bad” he lost all train of thought and moves just by instinct, and you lift just slightly your hips his cock hits such a sweet spot that makes you cum instantly, you moan and look so prettily that Kento comes with you as well, filling you so deeply that makes you squirm.

Both of you panting so hard and Nanami doesn’t stop, keeps moving to extend both of your climaxes, until you bit his shoulder and shiver form the overstimulation, “You’re too good for me, baby” he pants and rests his forehead on yours, lips barely millimeters away, “I love you, Kento” you chuckle slightly when he finally stops moving, he kisses you slightly again and smiles at your lips “Love you too, darling.”

He pulls out and see in awe how your pussy tries to keep it all inside and he slides his fingers just enough to have you squirming, he lays next to you and hugs you, staying like this for a couple minutes, gaining your breath back before helping you to go to the shower and clean you up.

Notes: Last epidose and how they animated Nanami made FERAL, I would like to have my hair pulled by Kento the way he pulled Haruta, MAPPA did justiced to my man, I had to write something.

I felt like it had a rush ending but it's like 3 in the morning and I have been writing for almost 4 hours and my mind is tired. Will probably read and change stuff later.

thewriterallie©, 2023.

#nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami kento #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #kento x reader #kento nanami #kento nanami x reader

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Hiii I love your works and keep up the good work!!!

This is my first time requesting something XD

I wanna request Ryusui from Dr.stone with the prompt "dancing in the rain"? Like- they are wrapped in each other's arms dancing together with no care in the world? ❤️❤️

I would be really pleased if you do this thank youu🫶🫶

Hello!

Thank you so much! You did great at requesting! it is an honor to write your first one!

I hope you enjoy this one as well my dear! please let me know what you think!

I may or may not have exaggerated a bit. i changed it a bit, just a little bit.

Tsuki's note: i am not a manga reader so this may be coming out of nowhere on the timeline. Also, reader fixes things beacuse yes, imagine you are learning with Kaseki here. i am an engineer and i like to fix things. I projected a bit, just for the sake of plot.

Tsuki's note: i really love ryusui and i feel like i won't make him justice.... *sigh* lets see how it goes...

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You were finishing a few touches in the perseus. Usually the one who did this was Kaseki, but he was busy with helping Senku with another insane project, so you took it upon yourself to finish the boat's maintenance.

Anytime you were at it, it wasn't uncommon at all to have Ryusui walking around the boat. You always took it as him being patient with wanting to sail again or just checking on your work - how it was compared to Kaseki, maybe.

But you paid him no mind. At times you would also see Francois, and they usually had something for you - some water, some cookies, something.

This time around, he was actually helping with something - Ryusui was carrying around some supply boxes, it wasn't like Taiju and Tsukasa weren't around, so you guessed he young master just felt like doing something.

The wheater was getting bad very fast. You usually got everything in a dry spot and continued later, but you were so close to being done! just a little bit! You heard Ryusui asking you to collect everything - the sky was turning darker and darker. You asked him for a few minutes, quick stuff.

Just then, it started to rain. A few droplets here and there, no big deal! You can finish this! just gotta be careful. A sigh left your lips when you noticed you needed something that wasn't around you - probably forgot to grab this tool.

So you went back inside the ship, where Kaseki usually kept the tools to fetch the one you needed. You spotted it rather quickly and as you were walking back to last bit of task, you heard a very familiar booming voice from behind you:

Ryusui: Y/N? You are drenched!

You laugh and turned around to see Ryusui staring at you.

Y/N: Well... yeah, its raining a little bit.

Ryusui: C'mon, I will have Francois fetch you some dry clothes.

Y/N: oh, just a moment, i am almost done.

As soon as you said that, you saw a glimpse of a confusion on his face:

Ryusui: But the rain is going to pick up soon, you sho-

Y/N: Yeah, I am not made of sugar, I won't melt! How about you?

You smiled at him and walked away.

You didn't hear Ryusui coming after you, so you just went back to what you were doing. By the time you were finally done, a down pour started. You could barely see in front of you.

You sighed happily - you were done! drenched but done!The rain really muffled most noises, as you didn't hear footsteps approaching you. No, you only felt a hand on your shoulder - a hand with blue marks:

Ryusui: Y/N!

You jumped. You got scared for dear life. You turned around kinda pissed at him for scaring you like that! with a hand on you chest, you felt your heart stop and restart:

Y/N: Don't do that!

Ryusui: Ah... Sorry. I called for you but you didn't answer.

Oh. You probably didn't hear him - thats how strong rain was:

Y/N: Oh... Look at that, you didn't melt!

You could see Ryusui was a bit annoyed by your comment. But he just grinned, that cocky grin that always came with the finger snapping:

Ryusui: Aha! This rain is nothing for a sailor! I was worried about this beautiful person walking alone on this heavy rain!

He motioned his hand towards you. You just blinked. He was so damn ridiculous at times, but you cannot lie you loved it.

Y/N: Ah... Thanks, i guess?

Ryusui: Let's go back inside, Y/N.

He offered his hand to you. You couldn't help but be snarky one last time as you automatically placed your hand in his:

Y/N: For someone used to water you sure run away fast from it.

Ryusui looked at you and smiled. With swift movement, he had you in his arms terribly close to him:

Ryusui: Aha! I am not running!

You felt your face burn. so close. you were feeling a mix between pushing him away and walking off or just try to find a hole then and there.

You ended up choosing to push him away or try to. Because he still had a hold of your hand, and pulled back again. You started to get a little mad and before you could give a light punch to his chest, he spun you around and caught your other hand:

Ryusui: Haha! A little rain doesn't scare me, specially when i am accompanied by such a beautiful person.

You were completely stunned. You felt your face burn even more, no words left your lips. What was he talking about? Why was he so charming?

You felt like this staring moment lasted forever. But while you were in that daze - that was actually really short - Ryusui continued talking to you:

Ryusui: Say, Y/N, what would you-

Another booming voice came from somewhere in the ship, this voice:

Taiju: Y/N! Ryusui! Where are you?

That made you both look in the direction of the voice, but you couldn't really see because of the rain. But you took this chance to push Ryusui, grab his hand and yell back at Taiju:

Y/N: Yeah! We are going back!

Ryusui was a bit surprised, he did not expect you to hold his hand and drag him along. Not when you were picking on him for not staying in the rain.

He couldn't help but smile. You were adorable! He allowed you to drag him back for shelter. Upon getting inside the ship, you were greeted by towels - a courtesy from Francois.

You grabbed your towel and quickly walked away, not daring to look around. You could hear a worried Taiju following asking if you were cold or something, perhaps a fever? your cheeks were colored.

In reality you just wanted to walk away from Ryusui. He can be stupidly charming, meanwhile you were swearing to Taiju were ok, not a fever, not a cold. you were ok.

Ryusui who was left standing with Francois smiled, while watching you walk away:

Francois: Ryusui - sama, did something happen?

The man snapped his fingers before answering:

Ryusui: Just a little waltz on the rain!

Francois smiled slightly and nodded. Ryusui couldn't help but wish he had a little more time with you outside. just a little bit more. After all he loved seeing your embarrassed face, it suited so well this time. He would never deny how much he loved when you got so shy around him, it was so cute!

Perhaps next time, you could actually dance in the rain together?

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Thank you for reading!

Let me know what you think!

#dr stone x reader #ryusui nanami x reader #nanami ryusui x reader #nanami ryusui #ryusui nanami

[yanderes-galore]

Could I request Kai from Ninjago with your prompts: 4, 38, and 63? Thank you! <3

I decided to hit two birds with one stone and just make these one plot with help from @okchijt who has been a huge help. I hope you all don't mind :( I like how this came out so I hope you all do too!

Yandere! Kai Prompts 4, 38, 63, 8, 15

"My heart belongs to you, I'll adore anything you do to it."

"My life has been so barren without you...."

"You're my everything!"

"I could look into those eyes forever...."

"Please smile for me... don't make me force you...."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Isolation, Emotional manipulation, Slight violence, Delusional behavior, Force relationship, Stockholm syndrome.

Your feet began to hurt as you made your way through the surrounding forest. You don't know if you've been here hours or days. It was most likely mere hours after Kai left but it felt much longer.

All you know is this is the closest you've been to freedom in months.

You had managed to leave the normally locked monastery and could finally enjoy some fresh air. Your time coming down the mountain was tiring but eventually you found your way to a forest. Your next goal was to find Ninjago City and explain your story.

By chance the elemental ninja of fire forgot locking to door to your room. The rest of the ninja were all gone from the Monastery and you took your chance. You ran from that place like a bat out of hell.

Now you had a limited amount of time before Kai would realize you fled.

You feel your breath quicken when you hear your name called behind you. It's desperate and a bit scared. It's Kai's... he's begging you to respond.

Of course you don't listen to his pleas. You didn't expect him to come back so quickly. In fact, you wonder if he even left with the rest.

Was this all a test to see if you were compliant?

"Baby! Don't do this..." Kai pleads into the forest, hunting you down like an escaped animal. "My life has been so barren without you.... When you're with me you make me feel so complete! Things just aren't the same when you aren't around!"

His voice is closer, the idea of being caught makes you run even faster. You're so focused on the goal of not being caught that you don't realize the amount of noise you make matters. You're no ninja and your frantic movements give you away rather quickly.

"I hear you! Come on... don't you know I love you? I've devoted myself to protecting you as a good partner should!" Kai calls after you, following the sounds of your movement. "I'll always dedicate myself to you!"

You realize now you've made this escape attempt a dash to civilization. You're being way too reckless. You could care less about what Kai was saying at this point.

You want to run... you want freedom... you want to be your own person again!

"My heart belongs to you, I'll adore anything you do to it." Kai admits towards your direction. "I'll do whatever you want... just as long as you come back to me!"

There's no response from you and Kai's temper flares. The fear of losing you begins to eat at him and ignites a fire deep inside him. He needs you back....

"Don't you know how much I've sacrificed for you!?" Kai crys out as the chase continues. "I'm giving you a chance to come back with my forgiveness! I refuse to let you go! You're my everything!"

As your fatigue sits in you begin to consider Kai's words. As you stumble through the forest you wonder if it'll ever end. Maybe it's best to give in to avoid sparking Kai's anger anymore.

You begin to slow down to at least catch your breath. You think about Kai's passion in his words... and you think of how he's treated you. You hate the isolation... you miss your family... but he seems to genuinely care in a way.

You try to excuse your thoughts with the fact you're growing light-headed. You've become out of shape due to the isolation and your body burns due to the strain of fleeing. Maybe you can go back...?

No, you shouldn't, escape should be just through these-

*THUNK*

You feel yourself nearly fall into the harsh bark of a tree as a weight smacks into you. What little oxygen you managed to get in your lungs is forced out as a force grabs your wrists as holds you still.

You lay on your back only to see a furious Kai staring daggers into you. Fear makes your skin into bumps but you make no attempt to move. You're both out of breath and as you take a moment to process the situation, Kai's expression softens at your lack of fight.

You silently wait for what happens next as you both stare into each other. There is no point in fighting if you're already exhausted and have been caught. You just silently wait for the incoming lecture and punishment for your disobedience.

. . .

"I could look into those eyes forever...."

The silence is broken by Kai's soft voice. His gaze is much different from the anger he had just a moment ago. You feel his fingers intertwine with yours and he appears to lean into you more. He looks at you with so much love... but reality begins to set in for you once you're able to breathe.

Kai's words were actually quite creepy... they weren't as endearing once you look at them with a cleared head. Going back with him would be a horrible idea. Anger and fear overtake you again... causing you to struggle against the ninja.

Your struggling appears to shake Kai back to reality and his grip tightens. Suddenly he changes the position and drags you so you're standing with him. After that Kai begins to tug you along with him back to the Monastery.

His grip is tight but not overly harsh. It's enough to prevent you from running but not enough to hear you. Despite his feelings of betrayal, he still shows he cares.

"You must be so tired... it's okay, I'm here now. Let's go home." Kai smiles towards you, his delusions taking over his mind once again. "You were probably scared without me, too. I'll carry you back, okay?"

There's only more awkward silence between you as Kai doesn't see you smile. He stops walking to pull you closer, a stern expression on his face. The tension between you comes back with a vengeance.

"Please smile for me... don't make me force you...." Kai whispers, holding your cheek with one hand and your waist with another. You can tell in his words Kai's anger has risen again like an undying flame. Fearing to feed into his anger again, you force a smile to appease him.

As a result you're then picked up in Kai's arms, an angry yet caring kiss placed on your temple as he walks you both back to the Monastery. You hear Kai ramble about punishing you for your little stunt in order to keep you from leaving again. You tune it out.

Instead you begin to scold yourself for even considering having love for Kai...

Your biggest fear is not his punishments anymore... it's falling for your captor.

#yandere ninjago #yandere ninjago kai #yandere kai

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Hello! I sent this to vinelle and she said you've already seen it, so, thoughts on the new spiderverse? Do you have a favorite spiderperson? Thanks!

I have seen it.

Well, the thing is, as usual, I don't think you'll like my thoughts.

Also, putting in a read more as this is a fairly recent movie that I assume people don't want to be spoiled on.

It had fantastic animation, great art style, interesting designs for all the characters in a myriad of different styles. Wonderful diversity of the cast and universes. It's also nice to see what our heroes are getting up to after the last film, how all their problems weren't solved and they're still in much the same messes as ever.

However, for me, it's much weaker than the first film and not just because we get a "WAIT UNTIL PART TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO".

First, for the part two bit, we get that this is a build-up film to whatever the next film is. We only introduce the problems and don't really get around to resolving them. We spend so much time between spider HQ and evil spot man that we don't focus on either as villains enough to really justify the time spent on either. Peter B Parker suffers a similar fate in that he just kind of... shows up with a baby. He's clearly comic relief again, but there's a very large question of why he's here and why he's doing what he's doing when he has about two seconds on screen to justify himself then uh change his mind, I guess. And from what we saw of part one, while we had some great fight scenes, I'm not sure they all justify what will ultimately be around a 4 hour runtime for both films.

The other bit is that it's a movie that... kind of gets the characters to do what it wants them to do. It's a hard sell for me to tell me that all the Spidermen (except for Myles) are getting together to make every other Spiderman's life miserable because one Spider Vampireman blames a teenage kid for the universe collapsing. Miguel comes off absolutely unhinged and I'm hard pressed to believe that most, if any, of the Spiderpeople we see recruited go along with this (when their role isn't so much to save people and help out other Spiderverses but make sure Uncle Ben dies horribly). We get a lot of justification for Gwen in that her life was falling apart, she'd lost her father completely as well as her only friends, and this gives her purpose and a found family. However, Peter? Peter who is an adult with a child and watching out for his own universe?

We also know of at least one universe that has survived without a Spiderman that is supposed to have a Spiderman (looking at you 42) so... why do they all assume the universe collapses if Spiderman doesn't do the same things in exactly the right order. Perhaps there's proof offscreen, but what happened to New Mumbai (especially given Spot was fucking with a particle collider) doesn't read as proof for me. Especially not for in universe characters.

It's also a bit strange when, from the last film, the point was that all the Spiderpeople are choosing to be Spiderpeople in a very individualistic manner that... doesn't lend itself to these people forming an HQ making decisions they don't agree with.

Myles even brings this up. Why is Hobie involved if he doesn't like what they're doing? Hobie never answers this then uh... leaves when it's convenient for him to do so because the plot said so.

Now, this one might get me killed if the rest hasn't already, but while I loved the animation itself the way it happens in the film is often a bit much. Don't get me wrong, it has great style and I love this age of artistic vision we're entering with animation. However, there was often too much on screen at any given moment (and this is the case with both the style and the dialogue). We'd get rapid fire quippy dialogue as the screen whirls past us, five things are happening at once, and as a result it's almost exhausting to watch. There were a lot of parts of the movie (the Lego Movie reference for example) that felt thrown in to show off artistic prowess as well as to make a gimmicky reference the audience will like. The issue isn't that they're there at all, but that there's so damn many of them. Add into that that we're already in a two-part film and I start to wonder if we couldn't have cut a lot of this.

To sum up though, don't get me wrong, I thought it was good and easily one of the best animated films I've seen in years. I will absolutely see the continuation film. I would still recommend people go see it but I'd tell you that if you're in it for story more so than art maybe just stick to the first one.

As for my favorite spiderpeople? You've come to the wrong blog. But I suppose I'll pick Peter B, you good old comic relief guru homeless man. He didn't do much in this film, but he was my favorite from the last one.

#across the spider verse #anti across the spider verse #opinion

[roseblancheenfleurs]

Yandere Enigma X Female Reader Beta

Tags:#Yandere #omegaverse #nsfw #straight #rebirth

Warning ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

NSFW content, straight Omegaverse, slight degradation, general yandere behaviour, fluff, dark, lying, breeding kink, kidnapping,reader with health issue, non proofread, mention of reader's death. probably will edit later while writing

Recommended to read at late night away from parents eyes thank you 🙇🏽‍♀️

y/n= your name

s/n=surname

h/c= hair colour

e/c= eye colour

m/n= mother's name

f/n= father's name

Reblogging acceptable only with proper credits.

I own every idea and plot excluding the abo universe theory.

"What are you making? " You ask while back hugging your boyfriend of 3 years who is preparing your favourite meal as a gift for you on valentine's day.... How lovely!

You are y/n s/n, an researcher currently living in with your beloved boyfriend at small apartment, He is a solo singer.

Both of you earn quite good amount more than enough to support yourselves, you also send a portion to your parents... Your boyfriend Zen intends to be a stay at home father (of your children😏).

Now this is a story of not a normal universe. This is a abo universe where gender is not divided based on he/she/they it's based on Alpha (the dominant),Beta (neutral) And Omega(the submissive).Alpha(irrespective of gender) are the ones that can reproduce with both beta and Omega, Beta's can reproduce with themselves (opposite genders) and omega ,omega are ones that can bear young ones irrespective of gender .

Alpha Omega together makes 5% population of the world and rest 94.999% are Beta .

You are a beta and your boyfriend a beta...I mean what is he supposed to be? Afterall a beta usually dates and marries a beta not much an omega because they usually go for Alpha for better protection and well-being.

Back to the present....

"What are you making?" ,You ask while back hugging your boyfriend rubbing your nose on his back... Acting all childish because that's how he loves to treat you all fragile and soft. Both of you still have not done the deed yet as he thinks both of your first times should be a wedding gifts to each other and you respect that eventhough sometimes you just want to pounce over him, Period hormones 😏.

"What do you think,Sweetbun?" He helds a piece of cooked sausage in his hand near your mouth while turning back....

"um nom nom..." You grab that piece in your mouth slightly licking his fingers an attempt to seduce him again like everyday who blushes instantly while pinning you on the wall at back sharing a french kiss taking away a bit of that half chewed sausage inside your mouth with string of saliva he parts away.

"eek",now you regret flirting with him like that...."Why you? baddie" you pout at the male licking his lips after his heavenly feast. "Payback" he winks and again continues his cooking. While you rushes out of the kitchen angrily stomping your feet.

Finally it was dinner time.

Both of you has been sitting on the table picking up food from your prospective plates , he occasionally feeds a piece or two to you from his plate. After finishing dinner and doing the dishes together, Both went to bed.

It's midnight time for daily snacking. Your biological clock forces you to wake up and munch on some junks.

Sneakily leaving the bed unnoticed by him. You open the fridge searching for the leftover chicken wings hidden from Zen.

Not a single trace was found, probably thrown away, as he is someone who nags you like your mother telling you don't eat junk food, store bought.

According to them as long it is made at home (following the same recipe) it's healthy.

Searching every corner of the kitchen you just managed to find a blood orange. It's end of the month so he will probably go shopping tomorrow or else oats bars are not that bad to be munched on.

Helplessly , biting on the slices of the orange spilling juices over your PJs thinking a very bad time to eat citric food.

"Caught The Thief" You jumped due to shock finding your boyfriend grabbing your shoulders throwing glares at your back.

You didn't noticed the light was turned on.

"Things needs to be explained" You heard that dangerous voice.

Hiding your face by the hands. Suddenly forced to turn towards him exposing juices smeared on your lips dripping down the chin wetting the PJs in all red.

And something strange you noticed the angry glare has changed to fearful and worried gaze.... His hands shaking.

"Nothing would happen... Nothing...." You heard him mumbling. Making you sit on the couch he bought a wet clean clothe slowly wipping the juices from your skin, hands still shaking.

You were confused, why shaking like that.

You tried ask but he seemed to avoid it the whole time cleaning you changing your PJs, not uttering a single word.

Then hugged you to sleep eventhough, the whole night went sleepless.

The next also went the same routine but the talks seemed to be lessened.

You saw him sitting with his musical notes before going out to your research institute.

In the institute...

You sat at desk still thinking about last night and today.... Your deskmate nudges you by shoulder.

"Tara!" You called her out in an annoyed voice.

A blue eyed blonde girl dressed in casuals, This is Tara your present deskmate and ex school mate. The only person an introvert like you talks to.

"Did he forget give a goodbye kiss why ish my baby so angry" she proceeds to pinch your cheeks.

You avoid her hands... You hated to talk about your personal life at workplace.

"okay okay sorry, leave your boyfriend, You know I have got an interesting news about the new boss"

Yes currently the institute you are in is sponsored by the most influential multinational company whose president is said to be being changed.

Being gossiper you ears reacts like that of a rabbit also finding a escape from the messed up situation.

"umm what is it?" You ask averting your gaze.

"now my bestie is back 😘, Ah yes what I was talking was the old president who was sitting at the throne is now replaced by someone more younger probably his successor"She whispers to you.

"So what? it's not like they are withdrawing our sponsorship, I have heard of this too" You said in a disappointed voice pulling out one of the files from the organiser.

"Arey! That new one is not an alpha like the previous" She says in a tone of suspense.

"A beta? might be an omega too" you again response in an uninterested tone.

"Bitch! He is a Enigma, that too S-grade one" you chocked on your black coffee that you were sipping on...

She pats your back as you regain your breathe

"WTF you are talking" You snarled at her.

"It's true many omega,beta and alpha employees literally fainted and had to be taken to hospital due to his agression pheromones, it happened today sometime ago "

"What? Today at bit ago" sounds quite surprising you were just seconds late to the incident and also missed the chance to see a real life Enigma.

Enigma, a very rare species in the abo universe who makes up the 0.001% of the population born once in an millenium destined to rule the world an Enigma can reproduce with any alpha, beta and Omega.

But at thought struck but the Enigma appeared much later than this time isn't it too early?

#artists on tumblr #yandere #y/n #yander x reader #omegaverse #straight Omegaverse #fluff #breeding k1nk #beta reader #enigma #dark urge #rebirth

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Conspiracy? More Like Consp-idiocy

For: @crowswithize

This is just me taking a piss on extremist conspiracy theorist and how they fuck everything up for everyone else. (Looking at you anti-vaxers)Dan just needed a chink in the shield to bring the whole thing down, and human stupidity was the best kind of chink. Desiree has just… given up.

Desiree considered herself one of the lucky ones, lucky in that she could easily hide and could get protection under the livings shield. However, she was unlucky in the way that she was currently stuck in a damn lamp/vase again and bored.

Someone would rub it or drop it eventually. Some moron -usually a child or a man- always did.

And sure as shit, some man did.

Apparently the fool was trying to find out if her current vase-based prison had uranium to have proof against the Russians for bribing some living politician and ‘bring her down for treason’.

Russia didn’t even exist anymore. The fool. And of course he was trying to ‘bring down’ a woman; fucking men.

“See! What did I tell you. Green! And Russian”.

She’s not going to bother pointing out that ectoplasm glowed green too, who would think a white porcelain vase was uranium anyways? Either way she stretches out dramatically, “I am Desiree, tell me, boy, what is your wish?”.

He points aggressively at her, “Russian spy!”.

She glares, pinching the bridge of her nose and squeezing her eyes shut, “no, you fool. I’m a genie”, putting on a sickly sweet smile, “one who can grant your every desire, should you wish it”.

“Then I wish you weren’t Russian”.

He… he looks like he thinks he just pulled a ‘gotcha’ card… She still snaps her fingers -she is so not wasting her time arguing about her heritage with some man- but of course nothing changes; she’s getting a migraine already.

The boy next to the absolute dunce sticks up a finger and stammers, “m-maybe we sho-should get her to, uh, save us? Maybe? Heh”.

Even if that was a wish, she wasn’t quite that powerful; that monster wouldn't be destroyed with one simple wish. Such unacceptable defiance from a man.

The idiot looks like he just got a great idea though, slapping a fist in the palm of his hand, sounding giddy, “oh! Yes! Russian or not and maybe sent by leprechauns-”.

What.

“-I wish-”.

Oh thank The Ancients, let this be something she can actually work with.

“-to be freed from this microwave dome and taken to whoever’s fighting to destroy the lizard girl in Red’s deep state plans”, waving a finger around, “the creature says it’s protecting us with its psychic electric fireflies, but I know a false flag operation when I see one and I will not be baked into a soufflé!”.

What.

The teen freaks a little, waving his hands around, “Dude! What the fuck! No! Outside is bad!”.

“Oh don’t let them fool you with their plotting. This is MKUltra’s Jonestown experiment all over again, but with microwave signals”.

Desiree stares a little before facepalming, oh what the heck this world didn’t deserve to keep existing if this is what the living are like now. If this colossal fool wants an express trip to his own death, he can have it.

She swirls her hand and away the two men go.

Outside of the shield.

Directly into the monster's path.

How… how are men this fucking STUPID.

---

Dan tilts his head at a sudden sense of ectoplasmic energy followed by a more sudden appearance of two living heartbeats. He’s a little curious how they got here, but he’s not looking a gift horse in the mouth.

He has been a little goddamn bored after all, and beating around some flesh sacks was welcome entertainment.

And then he can hear them talking and…

Alright.

Okay.

Dan thinks he can be forgiven for dropping the whole ‘evil’ thing for a second here. Because this fucker.

This blue-eyed, pink-haired, shitty-overpriced-latte-drinking, fucker right here.

Doesn’t believe the moon exists.

Yes he was planning to kill the man. Probably the same tired way he killed most unimportant, unnotable, morons that left that stupid fucking shield. But now this fucker is walking around ranting to some kid -who he clearly dragged out with him and who looks justifiably and satisfyingly scared shitless- about how the moon was just ‘a projection of a piece of stale cheese put up there as false proof the earth was round’ and how he could ‘prove it now that they were free from the microwaves’.

Dan almost doesn’t want to kill the bastard now. Someone this glaringly and blatantly stupid might be more useful; or at least fun with mess with. So Dan decides to fly/crash down hard enough to leave a crater in the ground, being a dramatic little shit made everything more entertaining. Standing up with a nasty smirk, he points vaguely at the crater, “there’s lots of craters on the moon. Guess I must have made them then”.

Pink-haired idiot McGee actually nods enthusiastically. Like Dan’s comment made an ounce of logical sense inside his pea brain. This moron doesn’t even have the smarts to be scared. The other dude though... Dan can practically see the teens life flashing before said teens eyes. Meanwhile, the moronic fuck nugget snaps his fingers at Dan; earning a quirked eyebrow from the ghost. “Exactly! You’re the kinda guy who looks like he makes a living punching all those holes in Swiss cheese. You know, before the giants shrink it so they can sell it to us”, waving his hand around, “eh it’s probably the only way they can get funding to use against the leprechaun mafia”.

What.

The teen had started slowly walking backwards, back towards the safety of the stupid fucking shield, while numbnuts had been speaking. And Dan had let him. Because seriously.

This brand of stupid was worth savouring. Killing the teen would probably fuck up said savouring, since the man who is probably considered an example of the definition of stupid, would be understandably and satisfyingly scared.

Dan crosses his arms, smirk only growing, because he’s officially got an idea. One that officially requires a very special brand of stupid. And lucky him! He’s got his order of ‘one moron baked extra dumb’ right the fuck here. “Oh yes indeed. Now it’s only too bad I can’t go about making any cheese deliveries with the silly shield up”, chuckling darkly, “really hard on the eyes, you know how it is”.

Turd-for-brains actually nods again. “Damn they are overworking you. Delivery and hole puncher?”. This guy must have brain damage. Dan-unrelated brain damage. Maybe whoever fucked this poor bastard up was more of a sadist than Dan was, at least Dan put people out of their -and everyone else’s- misery while also making the ground and walls that much more colourful. Blood was a very juicy shade of red you know. The dumbass actually turns away from him -killing this man wouldn’t even be enjoyable at this point. Idiot would probably think it was just a painful candy Cotten-induced hallucination or some shit- and waves his hand limply at the glowing green stupid fucking shield, “yeah leprechauns would make anyone hate that ugly colour. I mean, the lizard men could at least have some taste for their psychic electric fireflies and make them pink. I get that it’s the only way to keep the microwaves working but come on man. Not like the thing could actually be an energy shield, am I right? Half circles are obviously impossible”.

Dan resists cackling, unfortunately, the stupid fucking shield was not a ‘half circle’ since it went unground. Quirking an eyebrow, “what if it goes underground?”.

“Eh, can’t be. Seeing as we’re not at war with the mole people”.

Holy Shit.

Dan nods and hums like he agrees. Though let it be known, he doesn’t fucking agree. Why? Because he’s not a complete idiot. Sure not destroying Amity first was pretty stupid on his part, stupid lingering bits of human emotion and sentimentality, but still. “Indeed, and I can’t imagine how unpleasant it would be to get a mouth full of... fireflies”. He is only barely managing to keep the mocking disbelief out of his voice. He is not an actor. Regardless he leans forwards menacingly, “say why don’t you be a pal, cross a few wires in the firefly controlling poles the lizard men set up. You wouldn’t want anyone inside to miss out on a shipment of cheese, would you?”.

Dan would feel like he just made himself lose a few ectoplasmic Core cells after saying that load of idiotic garbage, if it wasn’t for the fact that this colossal titan of a moron actually nods. “Oh sure thing! Cheese might be made by giants as a way to fatten us up to feed their pet snakes someday, but it is delicious”.

Dan just stares at the man as he walks back through the shield. Fuck, he thinks he needs a drink -preferably drunken out of some poor saps skull- after listening to that man. Vaguely he wonders how and why none of the human meat sacks haven’t killed him with their bare hands themselves yet.

But seeing sparking coming from the pole nearest him, he cackles.

Human stupidity. One of the only things that’s got a higher body count than Dan does. And today it’s gonna finally be the catalyst for the entire species kicking the bucket in a truly spectacular fashion.

And people had thought Wes was an insane moron.

---

Desiree watches one of the shields poles spark, seeing that moron giving the monster a silly thumbs up.

This is why she hates men.

She really hates men.

But this entire planet can stuff it, these living were way to far gone; no more wishes for them. Maybe if someone starts things from scratch they’ll skip making men and idiots exist.

End.

Prompt: Desiree is ready to grant wishes and cause chaos. That is until she has to hear the stupidest wish she has ever had to grant.

#Danny Phantom #phic phight #phic phight 2023 #phandom #dan #desiree #conspiracy #idiots #fan fic #phan phic #my writing #phantomphangphucker #have a fic suck my dick

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hi steph! so i just finished my harry potter marathon and now i need some sherlock au of it pleaassee thank you 😩

Hey Nonny!

Ahh, I've not read very many myself, but I have had a few asks in the past:

Potterlock (Apr 2020) (Community Recs)

Harry Potter AU (Community Recs)

And here's what I have on my offline MFL list, suggested to me over the years... Feel free to add more, friends, if you have them!

HOGWARTS / WIZARDING WORLD AU [MFL]

Tell Me Your Deductions by Johnlock_Morningstar (T, 632 w., 1 Ch. || Harry Potter AU || First Kiss, Sixth Form) – John and Sherlock are in their sixth year at Hogwarts. John is in Gryffindor and Sherlock is in Ravenclaw. Sherlock is struggling to keep his brain silent and John wants to help before Sherlock resorts to drugs/potions again.

Shrivelfigs by lifespossible (T, 4,547 w., 1 Ch. || Teen Harry Potter AU || Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Fluff) – John and Sherlock were not a couple, ta very much. They were friends--close friends, best friends. But that was it. Just friends. If you asked John, he’d assure you that was the case. But if you got him on the right side of a couple firewhiskies, well, he might be inclined to tell you he thought it was a damn shame they were only best friends.

lionheart by dreamweavernyx (G, 4,851 w., 1 Ch. || Harry Potter Crossover || Character Study, Friendship) – Some days, Molly finds her eyes straying to that drawer in her desk, the one holding a slim piece of wood and the memories of a life she's left behind.

What To Do With An Atypical Animal Within by HarveyDangerfield  & swimsalot (E, 7,804 w. || Harry Potter AU || Animagus, Porn With A Little Plot, Tail Porn) – Sherlock is determined to be an animagus. But what happens when it isn't a fox or a horse or a dog he's turning into?

Friend by esama (G, 7,909 w., 1 Ch. || Harry Potter Crossover || Character Death, Kid Fic) – Sherlock finds the skull when he's five.

Beach Ficlets by emmagrant01 (E, 8,253+ w., 4/? Ch. || Assorted Ships, Harry Potter AU || Hand Porn, Mutual Masturbation, Hurt/Comfort, Anal Sex, Consensual Infidelity, Magic, Oral Sex, Office Sex, First Time, Hand Jobs) – Molly learns that Orangina has a very interesting effect on Greg Lestrade.

Spell It Out by prettysailorsoldier (M, 8,344 w., 1 Ch. || Harry Potter Fusion || Teenlock, Christmas, Love Potion/Spell, Pining Sherlock) – Remaining at Hogwarts over break has become something of a tradition for Sherlock and John, staying behind together ever since their very first year, but, when Irene throws a gift of doctored coconut ice into the mix, plans quickly change, even if John doesn't. Part 6 of 25 Days of Johnlock

you are a paradigm by 1electricpirate (M, 10,013 w., 1 Ch. || Harry Potter AU || Wizard!John / Muggle!Sherlock, Magic) – Sometimes, only sometimes, when Sherlock is very far away and absolutely guaranteed not to return for at least three hours, John sits on the sofa and lets the tea make itself. In which John is (reluctantly) a wizard, Mycroft is (apparently) omniscient, and Sherlock is (surprisingly) oblivious. Part 1 of More Things Than Are Dreamt Of

Magnificent by esama (T, 19,477 w., 1 Ch. || Harry Potter Crossover || Crossover Pairing) – The birth of the Ministry of Magic and his relationship with the British Government.

Harry Potter and the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by VeeTheRee (T, 22,891 w., 3/? Ch. || WiP || Harry Potter Crossover || Horcruxes, Mystery, Revenge) – After their sixth year, the Golden Trio is facing the biggest challenge of their lives - destroying the horcruxes. But it doesn't have to be as painstaking when you've got help. And not just some ordinary help, but Sherlock Holmes and his companion John Watson as well. Will they succeed?

A Wizarding Barista's Field Guide to Seducing a Muggle by paradigmfinch (T, 29,344 w., 9 Ch. || Harry Potter Coffee Shop AU || Fluff, Wizard John, Muggle Sherlock, Bisexual John, Flirting, First Dates, Harry Watson, Secret Identity) – To help pay for Healing tuition, John Watson gets a job at a coffee shop in Muggle London, where he soon sets his sights on a particularly gorgeous customer. John's seen plenty of Muggle films. How different can it really be to woo a Muggle?

More Things Than Are Dreamt Of Series by 1electricpirate (M, 37,928+ w. across 3 works || Series WiP || Harry Potter Crossover || Muggle Sherlock, Wizard John, Magic, Non-Linear Narrative, Nosy Sherlock, HP Character Interaction) – In which John is (reluctantly) a wizard, Mycroft is (apparently) omniscient, and Sherlock is (surprisingly) oblivious. A magical AU, in which I probably abuse timelines and distort characters and basically indulge my own interpretation of magic, Hogwarts, and what it means when two worlds collide.

Crime is of the Essence by K8BNimble (M, 45,569 w., 18 Ch. || Harry Potter Crossover || Mystery, Slash) – When a man he hasn’t seen in almost ten years appears in his home with a man he thought was dead for twenty years, Harry Potter knew his evening had just gotten complicated. Written for Snarry Swap 2011. Named Hot Rec by "The Daily Snitch"1/18/2011. Snarry, past Harry/Sherlock. Long plotty mystery with light graphic slash sex.

Extraordinary Series by Ranowa (T, 47,037 w. across 5 stories || Harry Potter AU || Wizard John, Muggle Sherlock, Protective John, BAMF John, Fake Character Death, Post TRF, Cuddling and Snuggling) – Ever since before he'd been able to talk, Sherlock has been called extraordinary. Next to him, small, unassuming, regular old John Watson has never been termed by anyone to be anything at all beyond ordinary. Including, on some days, by Sherlock himself. Sherlock had certainly never considered that he might be the ordinary one. Absolutely, patently absurd. Ludicrous. No.

The Boy Who Balanced on the Train Tracks by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (E, 54,894 w., 5 Ch. || Harry Potter Crossover || Period-Typical Homophobia, Character Death, Wizard John, Underage Sexual Attraction, Time Turner, First Time, Descriptions of Poverty, Domestic Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, Bittersweet Ending, Angst, John/Snape & Johnlock) – Every year, on the 2nd of May, John Watson dreams of long black hair.

Whispers in Corners by esama(T, 64,402 w., 10 Ch. || Harry Potter Crossover || Deathly Hallows, Crossover Pairing) – Everything started with a stumble - his new life in a new world as well as his surprisingly successful career as a medium.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #harry potter au #wizarding world au #potterlock

[caffedrine]

Rio Ortiz Romantic Chapter 25 Summary

This is mostly a summary for me - I make no promises on the accuracy of what’s happening. I’m not nearly fluent enough to get half the jokes/innuendo much less accurate plot points.

After completing her duties as Belle, Emma has left the court to resume her normal life. At the bookstore, Rio is pleading with the bookstore owner, Akatsuki, for his blessing on Rio and Emma’s marriage. For everything that has changed, some things will always be the same. The very normal interaction between Rio and Akatsuki helps ground Emma.

Akatsuki is not pleased with Rio at the moment, as he fears that Emma, who is definitely not his daughter, would be in danger if she was with Rio any longer. Over the course of less than a month, Emma’s home was set on fire and burnt to the ground, assassins were shooting arrows at her, and she had to fret over Rio for a good week while he recovered from a bad stabbing. Honestly, the best thing for Emma would be for Rio to leave her be.

Rio concedes that Akatsuki has some very good points. And there is the chance that Emma would have a happier, normal life if she was with someone else. Everything that happened was because Rio got her involved with internal Benitoite affairs, something that he would love to apologize a million times more for. But, using that logic would be to ignore Emma’s own wishes, which are to be with Rio.

Emma chose to stay with Rio even when everything was burning down, and her own life was in danger. She stayed with Rio through his fight with his brother, and after every horrible thing that had happened to her, she still loved him. It would be denying Emma’s own agency to throw her away for someone else at this point. Emma has chosen to stay with Rio, so the only responsible thing he can do is make her the happiest person in the world.

Rio loves Emma more than anyone else ever could and wants a future with her more than anyone else would. And Emma cannot fathom a world where she would be happier with anyone other than Rio.

Without answering Rio, Akatsuki looks at Emma and asks her what her plans are. Emma explains that the letter Emidio gave them was real, Rio’s father, the King of Benitoite, has invited her to his country. Granted, there had been several developments since the letter had been received, necessitating Rio’s delayed return. However, since the affair with Emidio had been settled, Rio cannot linger in Rhodolite any longer and must return.

Previously, with assassins after Rio, and Emma’s role as Belle, they had agreed that she would not accompany him. Now, with Emidio incapacitated, and Emma free from her role, Emma is accepting the King’s offer.

When she had finished her duties as Belle, she had a long conversation with Sariel. He had pointed out that if she were to stay with Rio, Emma would need far more education that the slipshod version she received as Belle, including etiquette, dance, politics, economy, and history. Furthermore, she has deceived the Royal Family of the very country she intends to visit.

There is a relatively simple solution, Emma can continue with her identity as a noble lady from Rhodolite and join the Rhodolite Embassy in Benitoite as a goodwill ambassador. Her duties would be to strengthen the friendship with the nobles and the royal family of Benitoite. And hey, she is already at a great start with the Royal Family.

Unfortunately, this means Emma would need to leave the bookstore for good. Akatsuki understands, he knew that someday Emma would look up from her romance books and focus on the world in front of her.  Moved to tears, Emma thanks her father.

Akatsuki: I’m not your father.

Rio is also happy with the idea of Emma becoming a goodwill ambassador. He wonders if he should return to being her butler to help her through it. At Emma’s look, Rio assures her that few nobles outside of the Royal Family would recognize them, they could totally pull it off.

Then again, he already did make a promise to be the kind of person that Emma would want to show off as her lover. So, he’s probably going to have to stay a prince and be involved in running the country. Emma recalls that once Rio adamantly wished to stay away from national affairs, but now he is looking at her with clear blue eyes.

Rio wants to be able to use his name to protect Emma. Also, if he stands at the front of the stage, he will be able to do more for his country than he could from the shadows. Rio wants to say goodbye to Valerio the coward.

Emma understands that if Rio becomes politically active, the amount of malice around him will increase. But at the same time, the number of allies will also increase. There was a firm determination in Rio’s eyes as he accepted that he was going to have to protect many things that were important to him. Rio as a leader would certainly shine like the sun.

Emma may have fallen in love with Rio again. Rio gushes over how cute Emma is and hugs her.

Akatsuki: No hanky-panky in my store.

Rio was reluctant to let Emma go, and Emma could understand. Even though this contact was overall trivial, it makes her happy. Love really is something.

Akatsuki is convinced by Emma’s decision and gives them his blessing. However, if it grows too hard, Emma always has this store to return to. Smiling cheerfully Rio assures him that he will make Emma happy. Akatsuki admits that after three years of watching him, he believes that Rio could do it.

Time moves on

Rio and Emma left Rhodolite on a sunny day, the sky the same clear blue as Rio’s eyes. They traveled along the sea for several days before arriving at the Benitoite court. While Emma has read about the Benitoite royal palace in books, seeing it firsthand was something else. While Rhodolite’s castle was beautiful, Benitoite’s palace was a different beauty.

The castle walls were light and shone, reflecting on the many pools and streams. The shining sun gave it a jewel-like gleam, a beacon in the country of sea and trade.

The front of the castle is full of servants and people, all overjoyed at seeing their prince return after three years. While Emma only had stories of Valerio told to her by Rio, it was obvious that the servants loved had loved him. No matter how much Rio talked about how horrible and selfish he had been, something must have shone through to touch all these people.

Jingle-jingle.

Silvio pushes his way through the crowd to greet the shitty dog and cocky girl. Even though it had been several weeks since Emma has seen Silvio, he hasn’t changed at all.

Emma had already chosen the king and left the court by the time Silvio left for Benitoite, but she had heard what had happened. There had been a few more talks that had gone nowhere fast, and then the princes returned to their respective countries. Gilbert, the focus of the rumors, had left for Obsidian without promising peace or negotiating a trade pact. Neither Keith nor Silvio had made any notable bargains or agreements before they returned either. In the end, it had just been one very tense social gathering.

It is an unsolved mystery why the Prince of Obsidian wanted to join the peace talks in the first place, as he was uninterested in forming a treaty of any kind. On the other hand, he had not put any effort into revealing Emma’s status as Belle and taking advantage of Rhodolite’s weakened position. In the end, Emma just couldn’t understand Gilbert.

Silvio interrupts Emma’s thoughts to say that he has been waiting to thank them for some time. Emma sees what Silvio is holding and instantly feels sick to her stomach. It was a beautiful, pale rose jewel in a golden necklace, the pride of Rhodolite craftsmanship.

Oh, yeah. That.

Silvio notes that this is worth 100 million gold coins. So why, pray tell, did he pay 10 billion gold coins for it?

Rio snarks that with Silvio’s finances, 100 million and 10 billion are pocket change. Honestly, he’s surprised Silvio even noticed. If anything, he owes them for the effort they put into acquiring it. Silvio starts twitching at Rio’s bright smile.

Silvio asks Emma if she recalls his warning to her. That if Rio spent his funds irresponsibly, she would be held responsible? Emma insists that it was a necessary expense. Rio adds that the remaining 9.9 billion gold coins are shipping and handling expenses. They worked hard and fought off thieves and robbers to safeguard this jewel for Silvio. Speaking of which, Rio guesses that Emidio was the one who arranged for the thieves to attack him.

Silvio: Oh, no. That was me.

Emma and Rio both goggle at Silvio, before Rio, starts to reason it out. He was wondering why Silvio didn’t go to the auction, even though his business meeting was moved the night before. If he matches the timeline, that was the night that Emidio first presented himself at the castle. Silvio must have arranged the auction to keep Emma and Rio from running into Emidio that night.

Silvio agrees, Emidio already knew about Rio and had arranged for assassins. Until then, Silvio had tried to arrange things so that Emidio and Rio wouldn’t clash, but that had gone out of his hands. Then he figured that he would put Rio into a dangerous situation and try to awaken his sense of danger. When that had failed, he had left the palace so that Rio and Emidio would meet at the Embassy, though he had not anticipated Rio bringing Emma along with him. Honestly, do either of them have any common sense?

Back to Silvio’s original point, though. Rio and Emma owe him 9.9 billion gold coins, and he expects them both to work hard to pay it off. Rio agrees, Silvio’s help is worth that . . . only in a world where Rio has suffered a traumatic brain injury. He was abused by Silvio using him as a servant all that time in Rhodolite, and his service is worth 10 billion gold coins. Silvio disagrees, if anything, Rio’s only worth 5 billion gold coins.

Emma wonders at the progression of terms Rio uses to refer to Silvio. It had started with ‘Prince Silvio’ to ‘Jingles’ to ‘Older Brother’ and now it’s just ‘you’. Seeing how openly antagonistic Rio is with Silvio, Emma is reminded that they really are brothers.

Silvio is telling Rio that if he wanted 10 billion gold coins of service, he should have told Silvio about Rhodolite’s weakness. Rio insists that there is no way he ever would, does Silvio not realize at this point who Rio’s lover is? Silvio reminds Rio that he should be on Benitoite’s side, and they had an opportunity to control Rhodolite which Rio squandered. Rio refuses to betray a country to which he owes a debt of gratitude. Both Benitoite and Rhodolite are important to him.

Emma recalls one afternoon, three years ago, when Rio hated Rhodolite. She had hoped that he would fall in love with the city and the country and treasure it as much as she did. Eventually, he had, and seeing Rio the Prince repeat that sentiment touched her heart. Even with his memories as a Prince of Benitoite, Emma was certain that Rio would also take good care of Rhodolite.

Silvio throws up his hands in disgust, complaining that Rio has grown very impertinent. At that moment, a new figure emerged from the crowd, and Emma recognizes Carlo. He apologizes for interrupting Silvio and Valerio’s brotherly reunion, but he made the arrangements Valerio asked him for. Emma can see several court maids behind him.

Rio apologizes to Emma, even though they just arrived this day to court, there is a formal reception tonight. Emma recalls that Rio asked his father to arrange a very public display of his return. What Emma said back in the bookstore is now put to the test, as she will debut as a goodwill ambassador from Rhodolite.

Rio wishes that he could help Emma with her preparations, and Emma assures him that she understands. He has his duties, and doubtlessly many people have been waiting for him to return. The maids will be fine in helping Emma prepare. Laughing, Rio kisses her forehead, to the approval of the crowd.

Silvio complains that Rio is pissing him off, and grabs Rio’s head. He is honestly surprised that after everything they’ve been through together, Emma didn’t wind up leaving Rio. More than that, what is with Rio’s welcome back party, what happened to Valerio the Coward?

Rio tells Silvio that he is done sneaking around and hiding. From now on, Silvio should prepare himself, as the battle for the throne is not over between them.  Rio wants Emma to love Benitoite as much as she loves Rhodolite, which means that Rio protects both her and the country. And the easiest way to do that would be from the throne as Benitoite’s king.

Silvio clenches his hand harder on Rio’s head and asks what fool would give the throne to a fucking dog. Suddenly Silvio lets go of Rio’s head and acknowledges Rio’s declaration. Silvio will crush Rio in the battle for the throne.

That night Emma attends the ballroom, whose large windows overlook the endless ocean. It was so different from Rhodolite’s ballroom that Emma felt like she was on a different continent. Emma is going to have to get used to the sea.

Escorting her, Rio asks if Emma is starting to like the view, and Emma nods. She looks around at the actual guests, admiring their clothes. She wonders if it’s a cultural difference that the gowns look far more opulent than Rhodolite’s fashion.

Even though she is using this as a debut of sorts, the party is for Rio, so they both have the attention of all the attendees. She had thought she had mentally prepared herself for this while riding with Rio, but now that she’s here, her knees grow weak. She mentally walks herself through the events, first, she will dance with Rio, then she will present herself to the King, and then  . . .

Rio thought Emma would like the Benitoite ballroom. He admits that back then, the Rhodolite ballroom had dazzled him as well. Very gently, his fingers tighten on Emma’s hand, and she feels like he’s trying to tell her that it will be okay. Rio continues the low conversation, noting that she only ever danced that one time with Gilbert. Emma assures him that Sariel had been teaching her dancing, and she can probably manage it.

Rio doesn’t mind how Emma dances. The only important part is that Emma enjoys herself, and trusts his lead, he won’t let her make a mistake while she is with him. Emma can’t control her smile as Rio winks at her. Rio is a good dancer, and as long as Emma is his partner, he will love every moment of it.

Eventually, they make their way to the middle of the hall where the dancing is and bow to each other. As the music picks up, they begin to dance together. As it turns out, Rio wasn’t lying, and he is a good dancer. The flower-patterned lace dress he chose for Emma spreads out as they dance, and Rio compliments her. The fear and anxiety melt away from Emma’s heart.

Whether she is in the Rhodolite Court or the Benitoite Court, there has always been the same person at her side encouraging her. It has always been Rio, the one who makes her laugh and smile, the one who was able to pull her out of her world of books to spend time in the real world. She thanks Rio for giving her a reason to smile, and for loving her.

Rio grumbles that Emma is mean, saying all that in this situation where he can’t easily kiss her. Suddenly he intertwines their fingers and holds her to him as they dance. He confesses that even when he loved her, he never dared to dream of the day she would love him back. Right now, he feels like he is in a wonderful dream. Emma tells him that this is too warm to be a dream and Rio laughs. Emma is right, she’s here, and he’s here. He will always be here.

Rio asks her to stay with him forever. He loves her so much he is afraid of himself. He wishes that she would only look at him, and only think of him.

Eventually, the music stops and she and Rio exchange formal bows once again. The room erupts in applause and once again, Rio takes her hand. He leads her to the deepest part of the dance hall, where the King and Queen of Benitoite are. Emma is going to meet Rio’s parents.

Their exchange is brief, but Emma can feel the love between the three of them. Rio introduces Emma as the one he wrote about, who saved his life and turned him from a beast into a human, to his beloved parents.

#Rio Ortiz #ikemen prince #ikepri

[thesillykittyworld]

Second self-insert story :3

i used @buttercupagere 's agere prompt generator and got blankie, sippy cup and tears. (thank you btw !)

Plot: Kageyama and I regress while Hinata takes care of us but Kageyama gets overwhelmed.

Setting: Kageyama's house- implied sleepover !

Pronouns: me (you/your, he/him), Hinata (he/him), Kageyama (he/they)

You and hinata proposed a sleepover at kageyama’s house and after some convincing and puppy dog eyes, he agreed.

Now, you already knew you and kageyama regressed while hinata was the caregiver, to peoples’ surprise.

So you packed your age regression stuff as a just-in-case and you were dropped off at kageyama’s house.

You knocked on his door twice and yelled his name to see kageyama stiffly come to the door.

“Hi tobi ! Hehe, can I come in?” you chuckled as kageyama nervously moved back to open the door.

You walked into kageyama's house and gave a quick “ohhhh” in amazement while looking around the house to ease the tension. You noticed how you weren’t instantly attacked when at the door so hinata probably isn’t here yet.

“Hmm, so what should we do while waiting for sho to get here? Tobi, what’s wrong?”

When you turned back toward kageyama, he looked like he was on the verge of tears.

“can’t find..” kageyama says with a frown while wiping his eyes.

“Can’t find what, tobi?” You said while slowly coming towards kageyama so you wouldn’t scare him.

He sniffs and says, “can’t find my bankie”  while looking at you with the softest and tear-filled eyes you’ve ever seen.

Oh no..

Now you know that kageyama is tiny now, but it’s a domino effect; so when he gets tiny, you get tiny too. However, you are always older than them when you regress.

“blankie? I can help you find it bubba!” you said happily, you really want to help him. “where you think it is?” you said while tilting your head in conclusion.

“don’t know, sunny.” he says sadly.

“kay, c’mon, we go look in your room! wanna hold hands?” you hold your hand out.

Kageyama takes your hand and yall move down the hall to his bedroom.

“kay, bubba, you take the left and i take the right!” You say excitedly then you turn to kageyama to see him confused. ohhh he’s too small.

“Mkay, I try again, you take that side and I take this side, okay?” Kageyama nods at that.

You and kageyama spread out around his room; you looked in his cabinets, not there! he looks underneath his dresser, not there! you look in their closet, not there! and he climbs his dresser to look up top and it’s not there.

You look over to see kageyama on his chair by his dresser in the process of getting down and you shout, “bubba be careful, lemme help!” you reach your hands out to get them down safely and they let you.

You notice the lack of blankie in his arms and the tears start to form in his eyes again.

“no no it’s okay! um i forgot one place to look!” you lower yourself to the floor to look underneath his bed and there it was! his blue blankie!

“I found it! I found it! bubba, I found it! look!” you hand the blanket towards kageyama and they take it to hug it to their chest.

At that moment, you and kags hear a knock on the door and you and kags race to go answer it.

you win the race and open the door to find hinata on the other side.

“papa ! papa! tobi, papa’s here!” you say while jumping up and down as tobi walks to your side and peaks around the door to see hinata, he lets out a quiet, “papa!”

Hinata is surprised to see you and kags regressed but he reacts quickly.

“Oh, looks like I got a couple of babies on my hand, huh? Can you let papa inside, please ?”

You and kags back away from the door to let hinata in.

“So what have you troublemakers been up to, hmm?”

“nothin, just helped tobi find his blankie! hehe he okay now” 

He turns to kageyama rubbing his blanket against his face, it does have a nice texture so you can’t blame him.

He pats your head, “what a nice boy you are, thank you for helping him, little one.”

You giggled and squealed in response. 

“Okay, kiddos, wanna watch a movie? we can have a movie night!” he says, proud of his idea.

You and kageyama cheered, their cheer more quiet than yours, but still a cheer. 

“Okay you go get tobio settled and i'll handle the drinks, okay? Can you do that for me, sunshine?” hinata said while bending down to your height, which made you feel more tiny.

“mhm, i got tobi, papa!” you said excitedly to hinata then turned to kageyama.

“bubba, wanna go to da living room? we gonna have a movie night ! hehe”

Kageyama nodded towards your request and opened his arms so you could pick him up. (yes, he is 5’ll and i am 5 '3. i will grow muscles that aren’t even anatomical there so i can pick him up /hj)

You pick him up and walk to the living room and set him on the couch.

“You okay, bubby?” You say to them while making sure to tuck them in their blanket.

Kageyama didn’t respond, he just snuggled into you.

You giggle then kiss him on the forehead and he returns the kiss on your cheek.

Hinata comes into the living room with snacks, your sippy cup and kageyama’s bottle.

“Aww look at my babies, so cute!” hinata leaned over to kiss you and kageyama’s forehead.

“Ready to start movie night?” hinata said while grabbing the remote.

“mhm !” you cheered and kageyama nodded.

#agere #self insert #haikyuu agere #self ship fic

[kaito-is-baby]

Make up

Plot: You cover Shoto's scar with foundation, just a whole lot of fluff

Your boyfriend loved seeing you doing your makeup whenever you were going out or just getting cute for yourself

He enjoyed the way your eyes shined when you got to cover your eyebags or te sweet faces and gestures you did on the mirror once the blush was on

He really adored you

"This pimple won't go away agh" you complained searching on your makeup bag for your best concealer and foundation to hide the little imperfection on your face

"Is that to cover the pimple?" Shoto asked

"Yeah" you answered not really paying attention as you aplied it to your skin

"Why use that instead of your regular one?"

"What?" Your heart melted at the fact that he knew which make up materials were your usual favourties "this one has more coverage but is also caker, I only use it when I want to hide something I really can't cover with anything else"

He nodded

You eyed at him every now and then, weirded out by his suden silent

You watched his expression as he quietly lost himself deep in his mind

"Love..." he finally whispered

"Yeah?" Your eyes still locked with your reflection in the mirror

"Do you... think that could cover up my scar?" He asked, almost soft enough for you not to hear it

"What? Baby, no you already look amazing, you don't need to-"

"Is not that, I just want to know how I would look if..." Shoto refused your eyes, looking at the ground instead just like he always did when his emotions won over his apathy "none of that had happened"

"I see..." you sitted by his side "come here honey"

And just like that you started painting his beautiful but damaged skin

Placing kisses on his nose and cheeks every now and then

Complementing every little mark or freckle that you found on his face

Keeping your baby's self esteem up

"And...you're done" you finished, turning him around to the mirror

He was silent, as usual, but you did expect some comment after so many hours of work

But then you realized, his shaky hand, his teary eyes... maybe this was too much to handle for him

Before you could react your arms were around him, hugging his back and kissing the back of his neck

No words could help him because there was nothing that could be said to delete those years of his life

You could only caress his cheek, kiss his neck, hug him and dry his tears

And somehow it was enough

More than enough

It was just what he needed

Shoto turned around to you, hugging you back and placing a kiss to your forehead before hiding his face on your neck

"Thank you..." his still shaky voice sounded on your skin "for this make up, for staying with me and... for everything really"

"I love you Sho, I would do anything all over again" you caressed his hand

"What if we go visit Rei? I think she would love to see you like this" you proposed after long minuts of holding and kissing

#bnha shoto #bnha scenarios #bnha fanfiction #bnha todoroki #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #shoto x reader #shoto x you #bnha shoto x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto todoroki imagine #shoto x y/n #todoroki shoto imagine #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki x you #todoroki fluff #boku no hero x reader #boku no hero fluff

[alovesongshewrote]

To the Storm | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot:  Douxie comes home late and y'all make out before going to bed. that's it, that's the plot. [Hisirdoux Casperan x Gender Neutral!Rreader]

Word count:  1,867

Warnings:  this is pretty spicy, maybe don't read it if you're a child. also, i didn't edit this, lmao

A/N: holy shit, it's been a while since i've written a one-shot. don't judge it for being spicy, it's a miracle that this thing got written at all

Tags: @furblrwurblr @sorrels-scribbling @anxious-stitcher @alive-and-afraid @theemptycoffeecupp @douxiesdamsel @saroski05 @blixeon @mxcheese @prismarts

The world outside your window was consumed in a torrential downpour. Rain clouds blocked the moon and stars from view. Thunder shook your windows, lightning flashed across the sky, and harsh winds dragged debris through the night air.

Overall, it was a pretty sexy storm.

I mean, it wasn’t a storm that you would want to be out in, but it was a sexy storm nonetheless. Fortunately, you were not out in the storm. You were in your kitchen, a cup of freshly brewed tea in your hands. Another cup sat on the counter, ready and waiting for your partner to come home.

It was pretty normal for Douxie to come home late. He worked closing shifts often, and he had this annoying habit of hunting monsters at night with the aid of his familiar. You didn’t actually mind the monster hunting thing, you just worried about them. You knew better than anyone that Douxie and Archie were capable of protecting themselves, but that did nothing to quell your anxiety. Accidents happened, things went wrong, and you knew that they were never truly safe.

Just as you started to spiral, you heard the front door creak open. Your boys were home. Everything would be okay. You didn’t rush to greet them. You just waited in the kitchen knowing that they’d be in eventually.

You were right. Moments later, Archie flew into the kitchen, looking rather tired. That was pretty valid, you got the feeling that he’d had a long day.

“Evening, Arch.”

“Good evening, (Y/N).”

The familiar landed on the counter next to you before switching forms from dragon to cat. You reached out and ran your fingers through his fur. Archie shut his eyes, leaning into your touch and purring contentedly. You smiled when you heard tiny little snores coming from the familiar. He was out like a light in no time at all, and that was a fucking mood.

You didn’t focus on that for long, though. How could you when Douxie was standing in the doorway, watching you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. He was dripping wet from the storm outside, but the sight of him was enough to make you smile, “Hey.”

“Hi.”

He stood there for another second, just looking at you, and thinking about how lucky he was to have you in his life. You had no way of knowing that, though. You just saw your partner staring at you with an unspeakable softness in his expression. You loved it, but alas, he could not spend the entire night just staring at you with heart eyes. I mean, he could, but his tea would get cold, and no one wanted that.

“C’mere, dork,” you said, beckoning him over. Douxie, of course, did what he was told, and joined you at the counter.

You pressed a kiss to his lips before passing him his cup of tea, which he thanked you for. The two of you stood next to each other in silence for a few moments, just listening to the rain outside your window. Despite the storm, you were entirely at peace. You let your head rest on Douxie’s side, and he put his arm around you, pulling you closer. He was slightly damp, but you could not have cared less.

You weren’t sure how long you stood there, but eventually, you shut your eyes. You could feel Douxie’s laughter through his chest, “Tired, lovely?”

“Mmm.”

You felt him laugh again before he pulled away. Your eyes opened just in time for you to see Douxie take your hand.

“Come on, then.”

You smirked a little bit as he led you to your room, his fingers intertwined with yours. You wrapped your arms around his and buried your face in his shoulder as you walked. You kissed him quickly again before you separated to get ready for bed.

Douxie finished first, and when you entered your bedroom, you found him lying face down on the bed. The sight of it made you laugh, just a little bit. He turned at the sound of your voice. He smiled at you, and it just about stopped your heart. How did you get so lucky? You might never know, but you didn’t care. You were content to just enjoy your good fortune.

Douxie sat up, and you all but jumped on him. His arms wrapped around you, and yours around him. You took a moment, just to look at him, and you brushed a strand of his hair out of his eyes. His hair was dryer now, which was nice.

He sat up straighter, and you felt his hands come to rest on your hips. You, in turn, straddled his hips and looped an arm around his shoulders. Your other hand was free to trace the tattoos and scars that lined his chest. Douxie watched your hand for a moment, simply enjoying the feeling of your hands on his skin. When he was done with that, he reached up and took your hand in his before placing a kiss to your knuckles.

His eyes left your hand then, to stare longingly at your lips. It was cute, really, the way he tried to be subtle. Eventually, you got tired of that. You leaned into him until your lips ghosted over his, and you whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

He didn’t answer.

He just closed his eyes, leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. Douxie tasted like mint. He let go of your hand and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His hands traveled up and down your sides. Your eyes slid shut, and you tilted your head, deepening the kiss.

The storm continued just outside, but it didn’t distract you. The rain and wind meant nothing when you were in Douxie’s arms. You ran your hands into his hair and felt him relax against your touch. You could feel him grinning against your lips when you kissed him. It was lovely. You wanted to ruin it.

You pulled Douxie’s hair gently, and you could feel him take a sharp breath. His grip on your waist tightened. His lips parted from yours for a second, just long enough for him to whisper, “Oh, you’re wicked-” before you pulled him back to you.

And he was right, you were very wicked. You tugged on his hair again, this time with a little more force. Douxie gripped you tightly once again and moaned quietly into your mouth. Thunder boomed outside as you pushed Douxie back onto the bed. It was your turn to grin, now. You kissed him harder, placing one hand beside his head to keep yourself up. Your other hand came to rest on his chest. Beneath your palm, you could feel his heart beating at an accelerated rate. Good.

You weren’t the only one upping the ante, though. Douxie’s hands moved from your sides, running down the length of your body. Did he grab your ass a little bit? Yes. Yes he did. He also bit down on your bottom lip. It was gentle, and a very Douxie-like bite, and yet, it still drew a moan from you. Douxie seemed pleased with that outcome, and he carefully bit you again.

As he continued to nip at you, Douxie mindlessly played with the waistband of your shorts. He wasn’t trying to advance things. He just wanted to feel your skin against his. He found a better way to do that shortly after, by sliding his hands past the hem of your shirt.

You gasped at the feeling of his ice cold hands on your sides, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips. It was a damn good move on his part, but really, it was only a distraction.

As you enjoyed the feeling of Douxie’s mouth on yours, he took one of his hands from inside your shirt and wrapped it around your wrist- the one nearest to his head. Then he looped one of his legs around yours and flipped you onto your back. One of his hands was still around your wrist, the other still rested upon your skin, inside of your shirt. One of his legs was between yours, and his lips were only inches away.

Understandably, you needed a moment to catch your breath. Douxie smirked as he looked down at you. He traced your jawline with his hand first and then with his lips. He kissed the edges of your face before descending to your neck where he left a myriad of tiny bruises with his tongue and teeth. He took care though, to make sure the rest of you didn’t feel neglected. He left light kisses across your shoulders and the top of your chest. Through his lips, he could feel your racing heart.

Despite the song of the rain and thunder, it was your moans and gasps that played the part of the soundtrack. They were sounds that Douxie could never get enough of. And then, you said his name, your voice shaking slightly, and it killed him. He could’ve died then and there, and he would’ve died a happy man.

Your hands carded through his hair as he kissed your lips again. When he parted from you, the smirk was gone from his face. His eyes were once again filled with nothing but pure adoration. He looked at you as though you’d hung the moon and stars in the sky, even though all you did was say his name.

“Douxie?” you said it again, this time as a question. Again, he didn’t answer.

“I love you.”

“What-?”

He kissed you again, gently, “I love you.”

You had no choice but to smile, and bring your wizard in for yet another kiss before saying, “I love you, too.”

You both took a second then, to stare at each other with pure adoration, and to enjoy each other’s presence. You both lived rough lives. Tough existences where death was possible at any moment and pain and suffering were inevitable. But you had each other. And you had that moment, where you were safe, and together, and warm while a storm raged outside.

You also had that fluffy little familiar sleeping on the kitchen counter, but that’s a little less relevant right now.

Eventually, the moment ended. One of you mentioned sleep, and the other agreed that it was late. Douxie let you use him as a pillow, as he always did, and he fell asleep with your head on his chest and your hand over his heart. You stayed awake for a few moments longer, just listening to your wizard breathing.

You might not have shown your relief when Douxie came home, but it was absolutely what you felt. Whenever your wizard left home to hunt monsters or to save the world, the fear that he would not return settled deep in your chest. Now, he was here. He was home, and he was safe, and in your arms. You fell asleep that night grateful, listening to the thunder outside and the beat of Douxie’s heart. A heart, which you should know, belongs to you.

#hisirdoux x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #douxie x reader #douxie imagine #douxie

[mellowyandere]

Erasermic “Just tell us what you like darling.”

Reader: F

Characters: Aizawa Shouta, Yamada Hizashi 

Summary: You’d been stuck with the two pro heroes for a couple of weeks now but have yet to open up. Can’t you see they’re just curious?

Length: 4K

Warnings: non-con, yandere themes, M/M/F, slight bondage, aphrodisiac, oral sex, vaginal sex, slight praise kink.

You sat curled up on the far end of the couch, eyes glazed over as you watched the TV in front of you. A half-baked sad excuse of a porno disguised as a movie was playing. The plot was flimsy at best and you couldn't care less, but movie nights weren’t optional.

Hizashi and Shouta were cuddled up closer to the middle of the couch than you’d prefer. You could feel their eyes flickering between you and the shitty movie. Currently the female lead was bent over the male leads extravagant kitchen counter getting railed out of her mind. Her wanton moaning was starting to get on your nerves.

“Soooo.” the blond broke the silence. You peered over at him and couldn't help but roll your eyes as he waggled his eyebrows. “What kinda stuff you into baby girl?” With the degrading quality in movie’s Hizashi had been picking for the three of you to watch you had a feeling he was up to something.

“Not whatever this is...” Shouta snorted at your response, pulling Hizashi closer to keep him from migrating over to you. The dark-haired man was fully aware you were on edge, still not having settled into your new life yet. His boisterous partner on the other hand was dying to get to you, his patience much shorter than his sleepy counterpart.

“Aww I thought you’d enjoy this one! I mean she sure looks like she’s enjoying it. Ever been fucked over a counter?”

You couldn't help but choke a bit at his question. The man had been getting more and more pointed in his attempts to unravel your sexual escapades and desires. “I-It’s hardly any of your business!”

“Come on babe no need to be so shy! Sho and I are here for yah, whatever you want or need we can give!”

You felt your blood boil a bit at his proclamation. The fucking nerve this man had to say you could have whatever you want after kidnapping you.

Shouta noticed your face scrunching up with anger. Hizashi noticed too, but was so desperate for something besides your passive aggressive moping he'd take anything.

But you weren’t interested in giving them any reason to punish you, so instead you quietly stood up from the couch.

“I have a headache so I’m going to go lay down. Don’t bother me.” You hesitated for a second. “Please.” Within your two weeks here you had learned manners got you pretty far with Shouta, allowing you to push the boundary between rude and polite.

Peeking over at the two you saw Hizashi struggling to sit up, but Shouta held fast, pulling him close and murmuring something in his ear. The blond frowned, sharp green eyes narrowing in your direction, but he relaxed into his partner.

“Take it easy kitten. Let us know if you need anything.” You cringed at the sleepy pro’s pet name but took the chance to leave before they changed their minds.

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“I told you those shitty movies weren’t going to work.”

“Yah never know Sho, I thought maybe she’d see us all cuddled up like love birds and want to join after watching something steamy! Not my fault she’s so damn shy.” Hizashi was pouting now.

Shouta hated to see the normally, annoyingly, enthusiastic voice hero like this. Thankfully he had been mentally working on a plan for a while now. Your problem was not only were you shy, but you were so self-conscious you lacked the courage to ask them what you wanted. It was on him to work it out of you. The issue was getting you in the right mood. He knew it would take months before you came around, and if it was just him that would be perfectly fine.

But his sulking partner wasn't going to last that long, and he’d end up doing something to push you further away from them. No, they were going to have to get you to come onto them. What he had in mind made his gut churn a bit in guilt, but if it worked then it would all be worth it.

“Hizashi stop whining. I have a plan to help get her out of her shell.” Hizashi sprang up, emerald eyes wide in delight. “Oh oh, tell me tell me!”

Shouta smiled softly at how fast the man could bounce back. “I had a feeling we were going to need a bit more than movies to encourage her so I had Kayama get me an aphrodisiac. She has troublesome pets of her own so she was more than happy to help out.”

Hizashi was practically vibrating with excitement now. It took everything in him to not shout out in joy. “You’re a genius! So when do we give it to her, now? Tonight? The sooner the bet-”

“No. Not right now,” Shouta cut him off.

“We need to give her some time to settle down, cut it with the pornos, and use it when she least expects it. I’ll decide when the time is right, and let you know once it’s all set up. Can’t have you giving the surprise away now can I.” With that the dark-haired hero pulled Hizashi closer to him for a gentle kiss. “Just be patient Zashi and she’ll be ours willingly.”

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It had been a little over a week since Hizashi had stopped forcing you to watch those raunchy movies. He still insisted every now and again to watch something, even asking for your own input. He had also thankfully stepped back a bit on the sexual comments and you almost felt comfortable near him.

Tonight, was yet again movie night. Hizashi was already hunkered down on the couch a warm cup of tea clutched in his hands. Shouta silently slunk in from the kitchen, he always managed to spook you with how quietly he moved.

“Here kitten,” he handed you a hot cup of tea and plopped down in between you and the blond. He opened his arms and gestured to you with a questioning eyebrow but you simply mumbled out your thanks for the tea and turned to the tv.

“Alright babes it's show time!” With that Hizashi started the movie and another uneventful night began. You sipped slowly on your tea, it was a bit hot but it felt nice in the cold house.

About thirty minutes into the movie you began to feel a bit... odd. Did you have a fever? You wiggled a bit to try and get comfortable but the burning in your gut only seemed to increase. Something wasn't right, but you couldn’t figure out what.

“You doing alright there kitten?” Shouta questioned while shuffling closer to you. He reached his hand out and gently placed it on your thigh, deep obsidian eyes glinting with amusement.

You yelped, jumping a bit as his large hand made contact with your clothed leg. Even through the fabric he was so warm, and arousal pooled in your stomach. What the fuck was going on? You jumped up, his hand falling to the soft cushion.

“A-ah I’m fine! I don’t feel so good um so... I’m gonna go rest!” You bolted, Hizashi whining in complaint as you took off. “What’s her deal,” he grumbled in annoyance. He glanced over at Shouta and suddenly it dawned on him. The cheeky smirk on the dark pro’s face giving him away.

“Come on Zashi. We’re going to follow her tonight.”

Hizashi shot up in excitement at his partners’ proclamation. A grin that showed just a bit too many teeth splitting his face in half.

“Might need this though,” Shouta murmured as he grabbed his capture weapon.

Heading upstairs the two pros found your bedroom door closed, but due to the lack of a lock it didn't stand as much of a barrier. Hizashi rushed to swing the door wide open, ready to charge in, but was halted by Shouta. “Slow it down we’ve got all night. Don’t want to spook her,” he whispered.

The blond shot him a wink “Aight aight my b,” he whispered back.

You shot up in bed when the door was forcefully thrown open, a familiar pair of green eyes locking onto you. “You doin’ alright there baby girl? I mean I know runnin’ off ain’t too weird for yah but you’ve been so good these past couple days.”

“I’m fine,” you grumbled out. You were in fact not fine. You felt like your body was on fire, and your cunt was aching. Hizashi bounded over, jumping up on the bed and shuffling closer to you. You curled up on yourself, body pressed against the headboard. “Pl-please stop.”

“Aww Sho she’s so damn shy, ain’t she just the cutest thing?”

“Mhmm, the cutest.” Shouta wandered into the room, capture weapon in hand. Why did he have that?

“We’ll finish the movie in here. That way you can continue to rest.” The dark-haired pro turned the tv on in your room and crawled into bed, remote in one hand, weapon in the other. “And so you don’t try to avoid watching the movie...” With that his weapon slowly unraveled, metal alloy winding around your wrists and securing them up above you on the headboard.

“Whoa hey what are you doing! I-I’ll watch the movie I promise!” Shouta planted himself firmly on your right, while Hizashi cuddled up on your left. “Nu-uh baby girl you’ve been dodging movie night! Can’t take any chances now!” Two different hands took up residence on each thigh, Shouta’s gently rubbing circles into your skin while Hizashi’s squeezed and rubbed with a little more force. You had changed into shorts to try and help with how hot you felt, but now you were regretting your decision.

It was torture. Their hands sending tingles of electricity straight to your wet pussy and hardening nipples. You bit back a moan as Hizashi’s hand began to trail further between your thighs so he could get a better grip on the soft skin. If they noticed your uncomfortable squirming they didn't say anything about it. Opting to watch the movie while you grew more and more aroused.

This was ridiculous, you’ve never felt so turned on in your whole life! You held your tongue for fear of letting a moan slip out of your mouth.

A text notification went off to your right. Shouta heaved a sigh as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, but quickly chuckled in amusement upon opening the message.

“What’s up Sho?” Hizashi leaned in closer to you, hand moving upwards, gently bumping up against your clothed sex. In turn Shouta extended his hand towards his partner, knuckles brushing across your sensitive nipple.

You couldn’t hold back the soft moan that passed your lips.

In a fraction of a second two set of sharp eyes darted to you. You hung your head in shame as heat flooded your cheeks.

“What was that baby doll? Someone feelin’ a lil frisky?” The blonds quirk picked up a bit at the end of his sentence and rumbled through your body.

“N-no!” What was with you stuttering? You needed to assert yourself! You felt completely out of control of your own body.

“Oh reallyyy?” With that Hizashi bumped his knuckle up against your clit. You bucked your hips into his hand and let out a pathetic mewl.

“Zashi leave her alone,” Shouta chided the man. You looked over to him, thankful he was always the voice of reason, to feel relief replaced by fear as you saw the predatory glint in his eyes. “Come on now, Kayama sent us a cute little outfit we should buy for our kitten,” as he spoke his hand clutching the phone continued to rub against your perky bud.

The fire in your gut was getting worse, your head felt like it was spinning. Did they.. did they do something to you? Your brain couldn't block out the image of Hizashi’s slender fingers pumping in and out of your wet cunt fast enough and you clenched down on nothing in response. You felt so empty.

“Please!”

“Please stop? Or do you mean please keep going baby girl?” At this point you didn’t know which one it was either. You wanted them to stop, to leave you alone. But at the same time, you needed something. You needed them.

But they made the decision for you. Pulling away both men placed their hands back into their own laps, pants a little more tented than they were a moment ago. “We wouldn't want to do anything without your permission kitten,” the dark hair hero stated as you whined at the loss of contact. Oh so they chose now to be decent human beings?

They were doing this on purpose. You felt your eyes sting a bit as tears threatened to form. Fine if they wanted to play a stupid game you'd play. Raising your head you glared at the tv, hell-bent on not giving them the satisfaction of hearing you beg.

You lasted about fifteen minutes before the burning sensation in your core went from uncomfortably aroused to painful. You wriggled about, desperate to try and generate some friction. You no longer cared that Shouta and Hizashi had turned their attention to you with quirked eyebrows and amused smiles. How fucking patronizing.

“Just say the word baby girl and Sho an’ I can help yah.” Tears were openly falling down your face now as you sniffled miserably. “Pl-please..” you whispered, shame flooding through you.

“Not good enough.” You growled in frustration at Shouta’s dismissal. “If you want help kitten, you’re going to have to tell us exactly what you want.”

You threw your head back in frustration against the headboard. You couldn’t last much longer, they were leaving you with no choice.

It took about three more minutes of them ignoring you before you couldn’t do it anymore. Little sobs racked your body at the intense heat that was pumping through your veins.

“Please!” You cried out. And then the flood gate of promises burst forwards as you tried to tempt them into saving you. “I-I’ll be your good girl. I’ll let you tie me up, dress me up, pin me down, kiss me when you want, hold me during movie nights...” you started off tame working your way to more and more explicit promises.

“I’ll warm your cocks while you grade papers, o-or suck you off, let you fuck me while I’m asleep, anything, everything! Ple-please help me I need you to.. to fuck me please.” To say the men were pleased was an understatement. They had been expecting something, but were blown away with your confessions, each one spiraling into deeper and darker desires. You deserved a reward, now didn't you?

You kept rambling, little hiccups shaking your body while you cried causing you to stutter. You had been so busy trying to figure out what they wanted you to say that you failed to notice your now free hands. Only when Shouta slid behind you did you realize the situation you were in.

Both men had stripped themselves of their remaining clothes, and made quick work of peeling off your damp shirt and drenched panties. Hizashi hunkered down between your thighs. “That wasn’t so hard now was it baby girl? Aww Sho she’s absolutely dripping.” He threw your legs over his shoulders and his hot breath fanned out against your aching cunt.

You barely registered the words he said, opting instead to buck your hips towards his lopsided grin. “Easy now kitten, we’re here don’t worry,” Shouta murmured low into your ear. Gently he bit down on your earlobe while he hands came up and began to work on your tender breasts. His solid cock was flush with your lower back, gently throbbing as you wiggled for Hizashi’s attention.

“See now ain’t it just so much better when you tell us what you want.”

“Don’t torture her Zashi come on now, she’s waited long enough.”

The man barked a laugh before delving right in, not wasting a second more. His eager tongue delved between your delicate folds, working its way up and down. You threw your head back against Shouta’s shoulder, crying out in relief and pleasure. It wasn't enough, but fuck it was something, and he was good at it.

Shouta’s fingers pinched and rolled your nipples while Hizashi began to experiment with delving his tongue deeper inside, nose brushing up against your clit. Your hands wrapped around Shouta’s wrists as you attempted to ground yourself. You had only just begun and you could already feel your oncoming orgasm, your walls desperately clenching down on the blondes skilled tongue. You had been denied for so long it would only take a little bit more.

He hummed in satisfaction as he felt you getting close, quirk sending vibrations straight to your core and you snapped. You closed your eyes as your hips bucked up against his face. He held fast, hands digging into your thighs as he eagerly lapped you up. You moaned without restraint, Shouta’s lips flush against your neck as he nipped and sucked marks into your skin.

When you finally stopped squirming Hizashi pulled away with a cheeky grin, mouth glistening with your arousal. “Fuck baby girl you already finished?” No, it wasn't enough. You needed more!

“Please, I need more..I..” “Shh don’t worry kitten, we know what you need.” The blond leaned forwards and locked lips with his black-haired partner behind you. Shouta groaned into his mouth, cock throbbing eagerly against your back. From here you could see the blondes cock as well. He had an impressive length, red tip dripping pre-cum as it flexed with his arousal.

With a free hand you reached out and gripped his enticing member, earning a surprised moan from the hero. He pulled back looking down at you with lust clouded eyes. “As much as I want to fuck you until you sing, it’s Sho’s turn. Mm but shit do those small hands of yours look good wrapped around me.” He gave an experimental thrust of his hips into your grip before pulling away. Shouta began to move as well, swapping places with the blonde. You were flipped around, Hizashi crawling under you while Shouta pulled you up and back so you were on all fours.

“I could get used to a view like this,” Shouta said with satisfaction. The blond couldn't agree more, after all he was about to get a front row seat to his partner fucking you silly. His greedy hands came up and gripped the back of your head, pulling your face down for a deep kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, but you didn't care.

With your head pulled down your ass was arched up and Shouta couldn't help but give it an experimental slap. You yelped in pain, wriggling forwards out of his grip. “Sorry kitten I just couldn’t help myself. Your ass is just so perfect.” He kneaded the sore flesh affectionately as an apology.

The burning in your core had returned full force from what little Hizashi had done earlier to ease it, and you once again found yourself rocking your hips back against the dark haired hero. With his cock in hand he began to teasingly run it up and down your sopping cunt. Not this again.

You cried out into Hizashi’s mouth attempting to pull away from him in order to force the man behind you to fuck you, but both men held your firmly in place. Shouta took a moment longer to enjoy how needy you were before giving you what you wanted, the head of his cock slowly breaching your tight walls.

Your cries of frustration turned into cries of pleasure and Hizashi ate them up. Shouta began to gently pump himself into you. The aphrodisiac and Hizashi’s prepping making you wet enough he could slam into you if he wanted, but he needed to take his time. After all this wasn’t about him, it was about you. Showing you just what he and his partner could give you, how well they could provide for your every need.

Below you Hizashi took his own cock into his hand and broke off the kiss, pumping into his fist at the same excruciatingly slow pace Shouta was fucking you. He watched the pleasure consume you, eyes twisted shut as you took his partners cock like the perfect little girl you were. As Shouta began to pick up his pace, not only did Hizashi match it, he got the pleasure of watching your tits bounce in rhythm to the sturdy hips snapping against your ass. He could die right here a very happy man.

You were babbling now that your mouth was no longer consumed by the blond hero, pleas and mewls spilling forth as you allowed the men to alleviate the burning inside you. “You’re just so fucking cute ain’t you, shit I hope you’re still needy when Sho’s done cause fuck do I want to feel that perfect lil pussy of yours.” Speaking of, the man behind you let out a groan as you clenched down on him hard when he hit a particular spot inside you, velvety walls trying to milk him for all he was worth.

“She’s so fucking tight, so perfect. Shit, I think she’s going to cum again.” Shouta leaned down, muscular chest flush against your back as he wrapped his arm around you, hand reaching between your legs to stimulate your neglected clit. You bucked back into him at the sudden sensation. Hizashi’s free hand reached up and began to tweak your left nipple, desperate to see what your face looked like when you came undone on top of him.

The conjoined efforts of the two men sent you once again over the edge, face contorting in pleasure as your walls fluttered around Shouta’s cock. Moans and whimpers tumbled from your mouth. Shouta’s hips began to stutter a bit at the sensation of your walls clamping down on him, quickly approaching his own climax.

He began to slam into you, his thick member forcing itself deep within with each snap of his hips. With his chest flush against you, and arms tightly holding you in place he finally stilled. Groans of pleasure fell from his mouth as he pumped his hot cum into you, the remedy for the aphrodisiac bringing you immediate relief. Holding your exhausted body off of Hizashi, Shouta kept you plugged with his cock in order to undo the aphrodisiac as best he could.

The sight of both of you finishing above the blond was beyond a dream come true. He had been helping himself along this entire time and couldn’t contain himself any longer.

“Fuck do I wish I had a camera both my babes cumming one after the other I’m on cloud fuckin’ nine! Prop her up and slide out for me baby, it’s my turn to help cool down our girl.”

With a grunt the dark-haired pro sat up, continuing to press you firmly to him. His cock slowly slid out and his cum immediately began to run down your thighs. He maneuvered you so you were sitting over Hizashi’s waiting cock before lowering you down.

You whined at the feeling of the slimmer man entering you. Shouta had him in girth, but Hizashi won when it came to length.

“There you go baby girl, shit! You weren’t lying Sho she’s so tight I don’t think I’m gonna last that long.”

Quickly the blond began to snap his hips up into your limp body, only upright thanks to the man behind you. Words of praise tumbled from the blond as he fucked up into you. True to his word he didn’t last much longer, the entirety of the night catching up to him as he began to cum inside you. Unlike Shouta he continued fucking his seed into you until he finally stilled.

You were absolutely spent, and a complete mess.

“Seems we made a mess in your bed kitten, you can sleep with Hizashi and I until we wash your sheets.” He began to pull you up off the satisfied hero below you, his length slipping out, causing even more cum to run down your thighs and onto the blond’s lap. Not that he minded.

“Lets get all cleaned up babes and ready for bed!” You were too tired to protest, relaxing in Shouta’s arms. Come tomorrow you had a lot to think about regarding what happened. But for now, with your body no longer burning, a warm shower sounded like heaven.

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