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fuwushiguro · 2 years

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I Got Lost In Foreign Lands

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Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader | Megumi Fushiguro x f!Reader

Genre: Smut & Angst with horror/thriller elements Notes: The reader in this fic is such a lil dummy I love her 🥺 Warnings: 18+, dubcon, age gap, oral (m and f receiving), hair pulling, fingering, over stimulation, daddy kink, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, free use??, aftercare, voyeurism?? (ish idk), gaslighting, manipulation, toxic relationship, alcohol consumption, drug consumption (cocaine), objectification, cock worship. Words: 4.8k

Synopsis: You meet a handsome older man while partying in Paris with your best friend. Going home with a man you've just met isn't usually your style, but looking at him is more than enough to dispel any doubts. But maybe you should have listened to your intuition.

There were only so many times you could lie to Toji. There was only so many times you could lie to yourself. The moment the offer left his lips there was no way you weren’t going to join him and stay at his brand-new cabin for a few days. You couldn’t squeeze much information out of your dad about Toji’s identity. Just a business associate from back in the day, apparently. As much as you wanted to press for further information, you couldn’t. You couldn’t because there was only one response that would follow that particular line of questioning.

Why are you so interested in Toji?

Oh, you’re only interested because he fucks your brains out on a regular basis and want to know if he has any ulterior motives. Although it’s true he was just as flabbergasted to discover that you had a mutual connection via your father, you still couldn’t deny you were suspicious.

And yet, still, here you are. Driving up in your pretty pink Bugatti to his cabin for a week. And why shouldn’t you? You’re lonely. You’re bored and have zero responsibilities. Nobara is still refusing to speak to you. And, you’re hornier than ever now that you know you have constant access to Toji.

“Still can’t believe that car you got baby,” he tells you as he welcomes you inside. “you really are a fuckin’ cliché.” he carries on teasing. You pout cockily at him, knowing he is absolutely correct in his teasing. Toji walks backwards with ease through the cabin while you slowly follow him. “Just a spoilt daddy’s girl. Ain’tcha?” he halts, allowing you to close the gap between the two of you.

“Shut up.” you demand, cupping his face with your right hand while his settles in the small of your back.

You’re both silenced when your lips crash against each other. His large hands force your body further into his. He thinks he might drop dead if he can’t feel you closer.

Closer.

You’ll never be close enough.

You start tearing each other’s clothes off with a vengeance. The clothes you arrived at the cabin in are soon discarded all around from the entrance to the living room. He settles you down on one of the enormous cream couches before dropping to his knees like a peasant in the eyes of royalty. He forces your legs open as wide as possible, taking his time to enjoy the sight of your sodden folds. Truly beguiled by your slippery, aroused flesh.

“Missed this pussy baby, fuck I missed her.” he admits, immediately lowering his mouth onto your sex.

You groan instantly. The very idea that he missed your pussy so much he’d rather pleasure you than immediately get his dick wet is so arousing to you. You can’t help but tug on his obsidian locks, and he encourages it.

“Fuck,” he hisses, slipping a finger into your clenching cunt. “harder, fuckin’ pull harder princess.”

You do when he turns into a slobbering animal as he devours your slick. The slurping and suckling on your throbbing clit make your toes curl and your voice become lost in your lungs. There’s nothing you can expel aside from moans and squeals. The way his tongue laps at your sensitive bead forces your eyes to roll into the back of your head. It’s so noisy and so wet.

“Toji… ‘m not gonna last.” you explain.

He doesn’t care, this is exactly what he wants. He wants you to come undone from his masterful tongue and cream his face. And it’s such a pretty face. Your heart grows ten sizes whenever you look at him. Those shimmering green eyes. His smoother than silk skin. Even that scar. The only way you know he can look prettier is when his face is covered in your juices.

“Ah-! Fuck-! T-Toji, please! R-Right there, don’t, don’t fucking stop!” you keen, hips bucking wildly as you chase the thrill of your oncoming orgasm. He doesn’t stop. He wouldn’t dare stop when he knows you’re so close. So fucking close for him. He reaches up and forces two fingers into your mouth. You do your best to stop moaning so that you can wet them for him. Sucking and hollowing your cheeks like a perfect whore for him. He pulls them out, looking up to see sticky spit strings and bubbles covering his fingers. He cups your breast softly, the chilled spit from his fingers interacts with your pebbled nipple. The contact earns an excitable hum from you. “’m cumming, fuck Toji I’m cu-mming, nngh—!”

He doesn’t mind one bit when your thighs clamp around his head. As long as you’re happy, he’s happy. And he’s doubly elated when your pretty pussy gushes her sweet juice for him to drink. Your body jolts and spasms as he does his best to consume every last drop from your cunt.

Once he’s through fingering you to the end of your release, he splits your legs back open to witness what he’s done to you. What he’s done to your gorgeous sex. It’s quivering and clamping around nothing – because of him. He offers it a wet, slow slap and you jump in surprise. You’re so overstimulated, a few tears manage to spill out of your eyes.

“Don’t cry princess. She was so good for me. My good, pretty girls, right? Whaddya say, hm? What do you say when daddy makes you cum?” he husks at you, not caring an inch about how lewd he appeared as he straightened on his knees so that you could view him properly. His lips, nose and chin positively soaked in your cum.

“Thank you, daddy, Fuck. Thank you, that was incredible. Made me cum so hard, feel my heart.” you instruct as you grab his hand and force it to your chest. The thump thump thump in your chest is obscene.

“That’s cause you love me y’know.” he tells you, bending down to sensually kiss your inner thighs. The soft, sweet kisses make your head loll back before you force it upright again to watch him worship your body. You want to object. You want to fight him each and every step of the way before confessing your love to him for the first time. But how can you when he looks so perfectly sweet between your legs?

“Want you to fuck me…” you mutter, your breath jittering as you try and collect your thoughts. You don’t want to tell him you love him. But there is another way you like to show your love. “Want you to… use me.”

“Yeah?”

You nod, shivering as you do. It’s freezing, you’re in the middle of nowhere surrounded by blankets of snow and currently ass naked in the living room. He can’t have that. He won’t have that. If your love language is allowing him to use you as his own personal fuck toy, he’s happy to oblige. He scoops you up and places you down on the fur rug by the fire. The orange and yellow embers are dancing. Or are they fighting? You can’t help but stare, utterly enamoured by the flames display. Toji wastes no time widening your legs once again; you don’t even notice he’s doing it. How can you be so captivated by something as simple as fire?

Your breath hitches when he bullies his cock into you, though. Starting with his threatening cock head. The stretch is impeccable, and you wince through each and every inch of his cock slipping inside of you. Your legs wrap around him, keeping him securely in place. His left hand relaxes on your hip while his opposite forearm holds his entire body up as it remains by your shoulder.

“Wanna get you nice ‘n warm before I use your cunt, alright?” he tells you and you nod. But that isn’t good enough for him. Your cheeks are squashed by his large hands until you’re pouting adorably for him. “Let me hear ya, wanna hear a 'yes' darlin’.”

“Yes, Toji. Make me warm.” you tell him, granting him the verbal consent and permission to use you as he sees fit.

It’s nothing too spectacular, just regular ol’ missionary to start. When he’s inside of you as far as he can go, he begins with nothing more than a simple roll of his hips. He didn’t prep you too well, and he knows his cock is huge. And Christ you know it too. So, he begins slow and steady, getting you used to his impressive size. You do carry on wincing for a while, but it’s silenced when he encases your glossy lips in a soothing kiss. Grunts become trapped in his throat while his lips are on yours, only able to be released through his nose in a heavy breath.

You don’t know if he feels it too, but you feel like you’re having sex with him for the first time. The head you just received was immaculate, of course. It always is. But this… the feeling of him actually being inside you is different than the other times. He always knows what to do with you and you know how to work with each other. He still knows what to do with you, but right now it feels a little clumsy. Messy kissing and shallow grinding.

You wonder if it’s because of you’ve been away from each other.

Toji steals you away from your thoughts as he finally begins to thrust.

Slowly… slowly… faster… a little faster… faster… holy shit.

There he is. There’s the cervix kissing, dirty talking Toji you know and love. The Toji that puts his weight behind each and every thrust until your lungs have emptied and you can only see the blackness behind your eyes. He knows you can take it, and better still, he knows you love it.

“Doin’ so fucking good f’me princess,” he expresses, mumbling into your lips before kissing you once more, “takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well baby.”

There is no way to stop yourself from staring into his eyes. God, you love him. Should you tell him? Is it appropriate to tell him now? No, you think, now isn’t the time. But you just can’t help how your heart fills with adoration as you stare intently into his gorgeous green eyes. Nothing else in the room matters, nothing but him. You wrap your arms around your lovers back, wanting him closer. Even without clothes on and with him literally inside of you, you too understand Toji’s concern that you won’t ever be close enough.

He emits a heavy, raspy groan followed by a string of curses. “No- for fuck sake no. Didn’t wanna—”

You had a feeling what had bothered him when he began to speak. But it was confirmed when you felt a searing heat unloading into your textured walls and threatening to enter your womb. It doesn’t bother you, that he couldn’t hold out for longer. You wanted him to use you to get off, and he did. And this one fuck didn’t matter. You have more than enough time in this cabin to christen every single room in the place.

And hopefully you have the rest of your lives too.

He gathers you up into his arms, and you’ve now officially lost how many times he’s done this since you got here. Three, you think. But you highly doubt this will be the last time. With both of you naked, sticky and cooling down once again, he decides you both ought to clean yourselves up.

“You’re gonna love the tub baby, it’s huge. Gonna run a bath just for you… with bubbles.”

He was right. You loved the tub. It was enormous, so very spacious and he filled it perfectly with bubbles. He stayed to clean you up, he thought it's the least he could do after he came too quick. And he thought something as intense as ‘using’ you demanded proper aftercare.

He massaged shampoo into your hair and sensually rubbed each and every inch of your body. It made him laugh to discover how ticklish you are under your arms. You got payback for his tickle torture by throwing water out of the tub and all over his body. He even got a few bubbles on him. He was officially freezing after that; he was still bare bodied from fucking you after all. Toji threatened to get into the tub with you to warm himself up, but there was no intent behind it. Instead, he rinsed your hair and smoothed conditioner through from the tips to the roots.

“I love you, princess.” he whispers casually. He wants you to say it back. God he so badly wants you to say it back, but he’s a simple fool if he thinks you will. Instead, you cup his face with each of your hands and press your lips against him. You hope it’ll be enough to satiate him. You want it to be enough for now, but both of you know it isn’t. He’ll never be satisfied until you come out with those three little words. You pull away, licking your lips and savouring his taste.

“I…” you begin, don’t get his hopes up. Don’t do this to him. “I think I could fall in love with you… easily.”

He smirks, letting out a defeated exhale and a nod. That’s the best he’s going to get. But he hopes that isn’t the best he’s going to get forever. One day you’ll tell him, won’t you? You will, because you do. You know this is love and you hate it because it goes against everything you believe. You feel like a stupid Disney princess who falls in love after one conversation and getting married to that same person. It isn’t right, but why else do you feel like this?

“Rinse while I get you a towel.” he tells you.

He’s disappointed, clearly. Who wouldn’t be? But you do as instructed and begin using the shower head to remove all trace of conditioner from your cold, damp locks. The texture is so different to usual, it’s something you can’t help but notice as your fingers lace between. Maybe it’s the products that he used. It feels nice, better than usual. You smile to yourself and hope he doesn’t notice. Only because you feel so stupid for thinking this way; you wonder if it’s because he loves you.

He wraps you up in the warmest, fluffiest towels he can find. They’re pristine white and you feel oh so heavenly as he rubs his hands up and down your torso, wanting the friction to warm you further.

You go to the room Toji tells you is the one you’ll be sharing. Your suitcases are still downstairs, so you sit on the edge of the bed for a moment while you wait for him to return. Your pyjamas are in there, after all.

He returns with your luggage in hand, surprised to discover you slipping one of his own t-shirts on.

“Couldn’t wait?” he asks. You shake your head, bending over to unzip your case to find some panties. “Does it even fit?”

You step into a white pair of lacy panties and ignore his question. It doesn’t matter that you don’t have the same body type as him and the t-shirt doesn’t fit exactly right. It belongs to him. It smells of him. And you feel comfortable enough in it that you don’t even bother putting on any more layers. There is a burning log fire downstairs calling your name. You plan on spending the rest of the evening sprawled on the soft fur rug warming your skin while the fire rages on and crackles in your ears.

Toji slaps your ass, telling you he’s going in the shower and he won’t be long. You find your AirPods in your bag, descending the stairs after putting on your favourite playlist. With your phone in one hand and hairbrush in the other, you’re barely focusing on your footing as you stroll through the house. And yet, somehow, you miraculously make it down the stairs with no injuries.

You plant yourself on the sofa, finishing off brushing your hair before tossing it aside. It lands a little too close to the fire for your liking. It’s plastic, you don’t want it to melt and ruin the flooring. So, you get up to retrieve it and set it down on the coffee table. The heat from the fire begins to warm up the backs of your legs and your ass. Maybe you should just stay right here. It’s so cosy. You stand up straight so that you can sit comfortably on the rug.

An eerie scream rips from your throat as you look out of the floor to ceiling windows. Your phone flees from your hand, thankfully dropping on the soft rug beneath your feet.

There are two men standing there, all wrapped up in warm winter clothes. One of them is smiling, the other looks a little more straight faced and serious. The one who was smiling begins to wave at you now that you’ve noticed him. You don’t remember walking onto the set of a fucking horror movie; this cannot be real life. A few strands of hair poke out of his beanie, you almost wouldn’t have noticed since his hair is as white as the snow covering the entire mountain.

You pause the music playing through your AirPods, unsure of how to proceed. If they do want to take you hostage and steal Toji’s money, they’ll only lie if you ask them any questions. But you suppose if they were going to break in, they would have done so by now. There are plenty of rocks outside they could have broken the windows in with, and yet they’re standing watching you so casually.

They’re awestruck by how confidently you stand in your cute little panties and t-shirt. All of your weight rests on one hip as you observe them, sizing them up and debating what course of action you should take. You suspect they’re doing the same, ogling you like you’re a piece of meat. Or perhaps that’s in your head, you wouldn’t blame them for staring. You’re scantily dressed and showing no trace of shame. Oozing complete confidence with a disgusted look on your face as if you own the building you’re standing in.

The tell-tale sound of old-fashioned metal taps squeaking tells you that Toji is finished with his speedy shower. They don’t hear it, but you do. Maybe they think that you’re here alone and they can easily overpower you while they rob the place. They’ll be in for a rude awakening when Toji comes down and they see the size of him. He has the physique of a body builder and the strength to lift you as if you were nothing.

Once you hear the door open and close you know that Toji is going to come and find you. He turns a corner and slowly descends the stairs. Each creak and squeal from every step he takes shoots right through your body. It gets closer, and closer.

He approaches you, hair slicked back and body glistening with droplets of water. His scent is overpowering. Such a manly shower gel mixed with some of the more feminine smelling products he bought for you. It was intoxicating. As much as you wanted to jump him right here and now, you couldn’t pull your eyes away from the window. Not even when he spoke your name. Or when he tried to move your face to look at him. Finally, he turns to see what you’re staring at so eerily. And he is very glad he wrapped a towel around his waist before coming downstairs.

“You’re early!” he yells.

You do look at him now. He knows them. And not only that, he invited them here. This was meant to be your time together. Why had he invited other people here? And you can’t even begin to think why he wouldn’t tell you about it. Your mind has been racing through all of the worst-case scenarios as they studied you through the glass. He lets them in while you’re still trying to process why this is even happening. They talk. They greet each other. They shake hands. They laugh.

“C’mere baby, come meet my friends.” Toji commands. You slowly approach, apprehensive about being in the presence of three men in the 6ft plus club. Even if you were the size of the Statue Of Liberty you’re sure you’d still struggle to feel safe in a situation like this. “This is Gojo,” he speaks, directing your attention to the tallest of the three. The alabaster haired man who’d been smiling cheekily at you from outside.

“Honoured to meet you, finally. Toji won’t stop going on about his new girlfriend.” he grins. Girlfriend? You suppose it makes sense. What else are you? He couldn’t have made it clearer that he’s in love with you while you’re shying away from your own feelings. The feelings are what makes this a relationship. You’ve evolved past senseless screwing. He’s your boyfriend. It feels weird to think someone as old as Toji has a girlfriend.

He should have a wife.

“And I’m Kento Nanami,” he holds his hand out for you to shake as if you’re a business associate. You take it, of course, wanting to be polite to Toji’s friends. “Nice to meet you.”

You introduce yourself, telling his friends your name. It’s odd, still, that he didn’t mention this. They’re going to be staying here the whole time with you guys, and he didn’t mention it. Why? At least they seem nice enough. It could be… fun. At least you definitely won’t have a shortage of male attention. You’ll keep that to yourself though, as long as you look but don’t touch.

You’re sure Toji won’t mind.

“Could I talk to you upstairs?” you ask Toji, he nods.

You catch him pull a teasing face to his friends as if he’s performing and trying to impress them. Like he knows he’s in trouble and he’s trying to make light of the situation. You’ve seen many sides of him you don’t like. The manipulator and the liar in him that manages to get you falling for his sick spiel every single time without fail. But this is the worst. The fucking performative male college asshole act, it’s like he’s going through a midlife crisis. But maybe that’s what this is. Maybe that’s what you are.

“You could have told me you invited your friends out here, Toji.” you tell him, starting to look through your suitcases again for more appropriate clothing. He stops you, grabbing your hands and making you look at him.

“Tch, lighten up will ya? Thought you were all about partying and fun.”

“But—” you stop yourself from continuing as you watch his movements. He’s rummaging through your things now, and you aren’t sure what for. Eventually, he pulls out a few things. A little red dress, some high heels, and your makeup bag.

“C’mon pretty girl… gonna be daddy’s pretty baby f’me? Get dressed ‘n do your makeup all nice for daddy and his friends.” he praises, it’s sick and you both know what he’s doing. He’s trying to cover up his chauvinistic demands with compliments like he’s training a fucking dog to learn a trick. And God damn him. God fucking damn him, because it’s working. You’re nodding, finding yourself in front of the vanity table in your room while you apply a fresh layer of makeup on your newly washed face. “Gonna have some drinks ‘n have some fun with daddy, ain’tcha? Yeah ya are… ‘cause you’re my good girl.”

The night progresses and you actually manage to loosen up. It’s exactly your type of night. Enjoyable music and company, alcohol and drugs. Although you don’t do drugs as often as you used to, one night with Toji keeping an eye on you won’t do any harm. He and Nanami are ogling you as you dance with Gojo. Dropping to the balls of your feet and rising up against him with your ass before grinding it against his crotch. You turn and face him, his hand settles on your hips as you grind against each other.

Toji is surprisingly unfazed, but he’s still ready for you to return your attention back to him. He’s glad his friends approve of his pretty new piece, but you are for him only.

“Watch this,” he tells Nanami. He pulls his cock out and jerks himself off a little before dusting a small amount of coke on the tip. “Baby, c’mere, daddy wants to give you some more coke.” he explains.

You abandon Gojo to see your boyfriend sitting with his legs spread and his cock in his hand. You’re unable to feel embarrassed, immediately dropping to your knees between his open legs. Your hand replaces his to keep his member firmly in place. There is no time wasted when you spin your tongue over his sensitive cock head, the white powder igniting every nerve ending in your body and drying out your tastebuds. You swallow him whole, stealing a hesitant grunt from him as he momentarily throws his head back in ecstasy. You pull back up, repeatedly kissing his pretty pink tip.

God, you love him.

You love him.

He can see that you love him.

You’re leaving soft, chaste kisses on his cock for crying out loud.

You worship it.

You worship him.

Of course you love him.

“That’s enough, c’mon, stop it that’s enough baby. You did so good.” he proclaims, commending you on your obedience and will to please. He helps you stand upright, softly rubbing his thumbs into your bruising knees. You hadn’t been down long, but he can see little marks already forming on your skin.

“Bored of me already sweetheart? I was enjoying our dance.” Gojo comments.

You leave your boyfriend once again. Clearly whilst under the influence you are as easy to summon as a loyal dog. Maybe that’s all you are, to them. It doesn’t matter though, because you were enjoying your dance with him too. It goes on and on, you feel like you could dance forever and never get tired. One of Gojo’s arms reaches over your shoulder. You don’t even notice when he grabs a handful of your breast while you carry on grinding against him. And you definitely don’t notice the bulge in his pants forming, desperate to dig into your little slit he’s heard so much about.

“You’re so naughty,” he whispers into your ear. “Bein’ such a tease while your boyfriend is right over there watching us… careful now, you might make him jealous. Do you want him to think that you want me?” the seductive lilt and borderline inappropriate speech makes your slippery cunt wetter than it already was. Toji and Nanami can almost see it every time you bend over.

He is so glad he told you not to wear panties.

You leave Gojo one more time to see Toji. You’re straddling him, kissing his neck and grinding your wet heat into his jean-clad crotch. You could barely speak. You could barely fucking think. But he understood loud and clear. All you could tell him on a constant loop is mumblings of ‘want you daddy, wan’ you s’bad.’

He made sure your arms were wrapped around him tightly before standing to his feet. He began walking in the direction of the staircase, eager to get you to bed for the night and carry on this act of public indecency behind closed doors. He turned to face them as he reached the first step, you were still kissing him and moaning. Humping against him pathetically like a bitch in heat.

“You heard her, she wants her daddy. ‘m sure you can entertain yourselves for the night, yeah?” he smirks before continuing his journey up the stairs. “Gonna fuck you stupid y’know. Y’hear me princess? Gonna get you to bed, and I’m gonna fuck you so dumb you forget what year it is.” your lips smother his as you can’t resist waiting for them a second longer. It’s getting harder and harder for him to get up the stairs without being able to properly see, but he does. He opens the door with ease, slamming it loudly behind him.

Nanami and Gojo share the same thought as the sound of the door spikes through their hearts. A momentary feeling of terror as the unexpected volume rattles through them.

Toji Fushiguro is a lucky son of a bitch.

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yanderenightmare · 3 years

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the lines "there's nothing cuter than a brat not knowing her place" & "dethroning a queen is much more gratifying than spanking a toddler" ARE SO FUCKING GOOD, my ovaries hurt thinking about them... and so now that ive buttered you up a bit, can I plez request something a lil bit taboo... like don't feel pressured and don't write if it makes you uncomfortable, but RIMMING is a big kink and I want DaddyDeku to force me to lick his taint plez ps BUNNYHOLE & BUNNY-TRAP are my fav thing in this wrld

yandere ! BNHA thirst

goodiebag WARNINGS: s i n, rimming, dubcon/noncon, condescension, coercion, infantilization, degradation, humiliation, this is f i l t h

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

“You’ve gotten so good at this, baby.” Deku sighed in moaning, fisting the leash in his hand, man-spreading on the bed with a mountain of cushy pillows propped up behind him, like some thrown, watching his pet’s butt dance where she knelt between his knees, head bobbing up and down as she sucked on his length. “Showing your gratitude.” She slurped at the spit that spilled from her mouth and dripped down past his balls, cheeks hollowing to suckle on him like a lollipop, tongue swiping out to glaze his base instead of gagging when swallowing him down completely. “Pleasing daddy, making him feel so good.” His other hand pet her head, stroked her locks and entangled them with his fingers, letting her know to go down deeper, open her throat for him. “Taking me so well in your mouth, all the way down your throat.” He praised.

Deku let out a sigh as he lifted his legs, laying them down to rest on top of her back instead, which she’d learned meant he wanted her to lie down on her stomach, something that also meant she’d be doing this for a while, that he was happy with her mouth for now and that her little pussy and tight butt could wait a little while longer.

“Kiss it, kiss daddy cock.” He liked watching her pucker her lips and worship him, pecking his spit-slicked pole with precious lip-smacking wet kisses, that had strings of saliva hanging like strings connecting them. She kissed his head, made the mistake of making eye-contact with the bushy-haired male, spiteful eyes looking into his sultry sadistic ones. “So sweet, such a good girl who loves daddy's cock.” The words dripped from him like venom, knowing each word he spewed were a lie.

The shock-collar strained in its perfect custom fit around her throat, tight and unmovable, no matter how many times she’d scratched at it like the feral animal he made her out to be. Buzzing warm metal just waiting for her to step out of line only to make her bow.

“Aren't you forgetting something, Bunny.” He asked, giving the leash a slight pull, reminding her of another reason he liked having her on her stomach. She gave his heavy balls a lick, starting to lap and lick them into her mouth. “Clever girl, my balls were feeling so lonely.” She moved her hand away from supporting herself on his thigh, knowing he wouldn't be pleased if she didn't use it to tug and yank his cock, keep every inch of him satisfied. “Mmh Baby, good, suck on them, cuddle with them.” The hand fisting her hair pulled her in closer, making her face mush into his manhood, nose and cheeks smeared with slick, a mixture of pre-cum and spit, no tears just yet, not this time. “There we go.” He moaned, sick smile adorning his face as she abided his directions and cuddled with his groin. “You know what else is feeling lonely?” He quipped, and though she felt her gut churn, she knew better than to stop. Ears burning in awaiting his answer. “Daddy's butt.” She went against her better judgement and stopped in her pursuit, wide eyes looking up at him, precious tearful plead springing to the surface, already looking so crushed by the humiliation. “Would bunny show daddy how much she loves him?”

His eyes seemed to gleam like glowing fungus on rotting wood, wild hair looking even more disheveled and crazed, frizzy in it’s unkempt drying after their long bath, his freckled face blushed with a tinge of rouge, making him look so virginaly innocent when she knew he was anything but. The smile gave it all away though, like the sly knife-sharp smirk of a fox, seemingly dripping with drool, ready to sink teeth in its prey. She knew deep down that it wouldn't matter but she tried protesting anyway, tried pulling away though being complete aware of the collar around her neck keeping her exactly where she was, lying defenseless and defeated on her stomach, kept to please her dungeon master and fulfill his every vile fantasy.

She felt the zap, the sweet ticklish tingle before the electricity truly bit in her, chasing all other sensations away, leaving her jolting as the buzz zipped and simmered, spreading and dissolving, leaving through the tips of her fingers and toes, making her pant in whimpers as the first tears of the night finally fell, letting her know she had yet to become the mindless pleasure-toy Deku was grooming and shaping her into, but she could tell she wasn't far from it, soon she’d be bowing on command, soon she’d be chasing it instead of being chased by it, soon she wouldn't even be able to live without it.

His feet met the mattress again, lifting off her back, knees rose around her like a cage as he position his ass into a better angle, face to face with her glossy spit-slicked face, eagerly awaiting how her pretty mouth was gonna close around his tender taint, lick up what spit and already dripped down between his cheeks, burry her little pink tongue as deep as she could inside him. “Kiss Daddy’s butthole bunny, show me some love.” He commanded sweetly, watching as she carved her fingers into the sheets to try and level herself, holding back, her uproar squashed and smothered, put in her rightful place, kneeling and bowing and doing her best to worship her new God.

She did as she was told, lips puckering and placing a quick chase kiss to his warm rim, wishing for that to be it, but fate wasn't that kind and neither was Deku.

“Give it a lick, Baby. Taste it.” HIs hand reached into her bundle of her again, gripping like it did before, pulling her close even as she turned her head to look another way, the shock collar fulfilling its purpose yet again and making her hole body shake with shock, recoil and convulse, a strangled noise coming form her throat before the tremors settled and she produced her tongue, dripping in spit her mouth watered when she bit the inside of her cheek with the electricity ripping through her. “Give me that pink little tongue.” He pulled some more on the leash.

She gave a weak wince as she licked over the bud of his hole. She felt it pumping beneath her tongue, eagerly fluttering, happy for the attention and lusting to have her wet muscle wiggle inside him. She obliged, knowing how it was best for her to get ahead of his wishes than have him order her with another pull of the leash.

It didn't do much for her except feed his greed. “Come on, you can get deeper.” He pulled her hair this time, stroked his hand to the back of her head, cupping his skull as he pulled her close, moaning a shuddering sigh, watching her feet dance in the air behind her, kept aloft and intwined with each other. “Look at that little face buried in daddy's ass.” He dropped the leash in favor of holding his cock, stroking himself carefully against her forehead, her nose tickling his ball-sack with her tongue and lips sucking on his taunt asshole. “So good, Bunny. Worshipping your Daddy, being such a good little girl for me.” He groaned, rubbing her face further into him, inside him, listen to her struggle in what sounded like muffled moans into his ass.

He let go off her head after a while, allowing her to breathe, allowing her burning scalp to heal, to rest before he’d ask more of her.

“Lick up my cock, Baby.” His tone sweet, eyes lidded as he watched her lick from his ass, over his balls, to the very tip of cock, flicking off at the head. “There you go, good girl. Swallow daddy's cock.” She sucked him into her mouth, bobbing her head like a dove, sucking on him, had his cock-head kissing the back of her throat teasingly. “Get it wet, wouldn’t want your cute little butt to tear when I fill you up.” Her brows furrowed, instinctively looking down at what was stuffing her mouth full, not wanting to know what it would feel like to have him pry open her ass. “Don't worry you’re pretty little head about it, you know Daddy would never hurt you.” He chuckled. “I'll return the favor, get your pretty little Bunny-butt nicely wet and ready for me.”

#yandere midoriya izuku #yandere midoriya #yandere deku #yandere izuku #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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aquarium | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You thought you and Jeon Jungkook would be last forever, but you had to read the ending yourself, in the form of typed words. When it arrived, you went to the blue sea. The grey sky would come and the black storm would appear.

warnings: cheating in established relationship; (very sad) angst; language; ambiguous ending; non-idol!AU; video game streamer!Jungkook x reader; ft. kind garden-loving landlord!Taehyung

now playing – trauma (aquarium) by ONEWE

this place has been transformed into something unknown i’m trapped alone in an aquarium

You could see the ending.

At first it was the little things. He held your hand a little less, stood a little further from you when you two walked side by side. Stared at his phone a lot. Didn’t share his snacks as often. Spent all his time on his computer, streaming video games for longer and longer hours.

You had nothing to say. It was his job, after all.

You made his meals, washed his dishes. Changed his water bottles, gave him a kiss for the camera. Felt a little part of you die inside each time you went to bed alone, only to hear him slip under the blankets, hours after you. You went to work for longer and longer hours. There was no reason to go home. He ordered take-out for dinner every night.

Being Jeon Jungkook’s girlfriend was supposed to be fun.

And it was fun, at first. At first, he spent all this time with you. At first, he was always with you, by your side. He only streamed a little back then. It was a slow, gradual growth, and, like all parasites, it took over every aspect of your life. From your nights, to your days, to your time – making meals, cleaning up after him, doing all the laundry.

You could tolerate it. He made a lot of money. He was having fun. He was smiling. You would do anything for Jeon Jungkook. He dragged you into his sea and you swam in it happily. Until you realized you were stuck and alone, glass walls all around you, keeping you away from him. Seeing him, and yet not being able to touch him, kept away from his heart.

Caught in an aquarium.

He would give you kisses and tell you he wanted to get married.

He would say he loved you, but it was all a lie.

You weren’t in his Instagram photos. You weren’t part of his Twitter bio anymore. You weren’t listed in his phone with a little purple heart next to your name. Even that, you wouldn’t mind. He told you he didn’t want you to get harassed by trolls. He told you that he wasn’t ashamed of you, that you were the most beautiful woman in the world.

But.

Then again.

He told every girl in his DMs that.

You stared at them that faithful night, unable to sleep, reading them all. Jungkook was asleep beside you, snoring away, and you read every single one. The WhatsApp messages were worse. They were so much worse. More sexual, detailing what he wanted to do to other people. Not you. Not you, the love of his life. Not you, the one by his side.

You knew how to backtrack and retrace your steps. Make it seem like you were never there. Placed his phone on his side of the bed and went to sleep. He held you that night. Turned around in his sleep and wrapped his arms around you.

Inside, you drowned.

When he told you that he was going to a gaming convention, he was very excited. Grinning his beautiful grin, snacking on shrimp chips as you washed the dishes. It was only the weekend, only two days. He wasn’t going to go for the Friday or Monday, so he could spend time with you.

“I would totally invite you, but you said you have to work that weekend.”

You said apologetically. “I know. I’m sorry. But I have to be there for my co-workers.”

He frowned and nudged you. “You work too much. You know you don’t have to. We can just live off my streaming money. I can buy you nice things.”

“I would feel bad for leaving them. I’ve worked at that office for seven years.”

He smirked, elbowing you a little. “Cheating on me with all the cute guys?”

You carefully wiped down the glass, placing it back in the cabinet, smile plastered to your face.

“No guy is cuter than you, Jungkook.”

That was the weekend you left.

You went to work, confirmed your month-long vacation of all the hours you’ve collected over the years, and packed every belonging you owned in that apartment. To be honest, there wasn’t very much. Anything Jungkook had ever bought you, you left behind.

There was no reason to hold onto it.

For a long moment, you stared at the photos, the stack of photos of you and him. Your smile, his smile, the places you’ve been, the things you’ve seen with him. Then you placed them on the bed, scattering them, spreading them all over the blankets.

You left it like that.

You went to the ocean.

You dropped the boxes at a storage unit in the city. Took only a carry-on bag of clothes and took a train to the coast. You left your phone in the storage unit too, telling your parents you were going on vacation to the sea. Didn’t say where, only mentioned you wanted to unplug, unwind, disconnect.

Disconnect.

The cottage you rented was cared for by a nice young man with dark brown hair and tan skin. He said it was his parents’ and that he was renting it out for them. If you needed anything, you could contact him and he wouldn’t hesitate to help. He had a bright, boxy smile and a cheerful tone. You thanked him for being so considerate.

You sat on the edge of the cliff, legs dangling over the side.

Your pink flats were right beside you, and your arms were resting on the wooden fence. The ocean breeze was strong here, salty and cold. You were in a long-sleeved white dress that was going to get dirt and grass stains on it, but that sort of thing didn’t matter now.

Clothes could be replaced.

The garden rock in your hand spun round and round, dancing between your deft fingers. Your left hand. The hand that held his when you two walked side by side, fitting in his right covered in small tattoos. He had a king’s crown tattoo on his ring finger and asked you if you would get a queen’s crown tattoo someday. It didn’t have to be on your hand. Anywhere was fine.

You looked at your left hand then, the hand that was holding his, and then it didn’t.

And then it didn’t.

You stared down into the crashing waves and jagged rocks under you. It was cold here. How far down was that? White forth slammed against eroding stone. Even mountains weren’t forever. Even something as solid as rock could be ground down into nothing with water.

Your eyes shifted to the shimmering sea, the endless blue, sun reflecting harshly off it. It didn’t matter how beautiful the water was or how many extraordinary creatures were under the surface. The deep sea hid all the worst creatures, all the terrible monsters. Not even science could go that far and discover all those horrors.

You pulled your arm back and threw the rock as far as you could. You couldn’t even see where it landed. The seawater was too rough and wild.

“Why would you throw my garden stone into the ocean?”

You started, turning around sharply to the heavy, baritone voice of your landlord. He was wearing a white sunhat, a beige shirt and pants, clutching a pair of dirty and worn brown gardening gloves. He frowned at you, staring into the ocean.

“What did my rock ever do to you?”

You looked back to the choppy waves and then faced him again, ashamed.

“Well, come. You will have to help with the garden to repay for that. I’m harvesting winter squash.”

“You can cook.”

You nodded to Kim Taehyung, the young man who was caring for the sea cottage. He was tasting some of your winter squash and fresh bamboo combination after he asked if you could do something with the two. You had added garlic, ginger, and made a light white sauce as you sautéed it all together.

“I got this bamboo from a friend who lives in the mountains. I can’t cook very well though. Can you?”

You two ate in steady silence, listening to the sounds of nature and waves crashing into shore. He had made rice while you cooked the vegetables.

“The only thing I can make, really,” he had chuckled.

You chewed, listening to Taehyung mix the leftover sauce with the rice and slurp it up.

“The world is quiet here,” you said softly.

He nodded; mouth full. His brown eyes shifted to the overhanging cliff as he swallowed.

“It is.”

You tended the garden with him.

You hadn’t even realized all the greenery around the cottage was a giant garden. To you, they were just pretty plants. Taehyung taught you all about the plants, which ones he was growing, which ones the season was already over, which ones he was trying to grow next season. Some were flower bushes he was trying to learn, but you learned that they were finnicky and not as hardy as the vegetables.

“I don’t even like vegetables that much,” he laughed, rich, full, heedless. “But they’re easy to care for, so they make me the happiest.”

He had tried fruits, but the wild animals always got to them despite his best efforts.

“I must share with nature, I suppose.”

Sometimes, you missed the internet. You missed the distractions, the games you played, the ability to like random thoughts on someone’s Twitter. In those times, you would stare at the never-ending blue ocean and then Taehyung would tap you with the rake and tell you that you needed to help him loosen the soil.

“We need all of nature’s nutrients.”

You stared out to the blue ocean, wearing a large straw hat and a navy dress. You weren’t at the cliff this time, but farther back. The breeze was softer at this moment. Taehyung had given you the hat a while ago, telling you it was better than the white scarf you wore around your hair. It did provide better sun protection for your face.

The cobalt sea was violent today, sky grey and dark. Taehyung told you it might rain, so the garden could be skipped today.

You held your hat and looked up.

“Me too, sky. Me too,” you murmured quietly.

You wondered when the feeling would disappear. It would probably be gradual, silently vanishing as each day was replaced, memories fading into the vast abyss of thoughts, mixing with fantasy so that you wouldn’t be able to know the difference between what was real and what was fake. That’s why eyewitness accounts were never trustworthy.

That’s how all memories were.

You let go of your hat for only a second. It flew off your head and you spun around, surprised at the strong ocean breeze.

Taehyung caught it with one hand, standing a few meters behind you.

Your lips parted at how easily he was able to catch it. He was wearing a yellow raincoat and brown pants with his usual brown gardening boots. He smiled, walking up to you and putting the straw hat back on your head.

“I warned you that you might lose it if you stand too close to the ocean.”

You hand came up and brushed against his fingers as he retreated his. He looked away quickly, into the stormy blue sea threatened by grey clouds.

“What have you lost to be looking so sad?” Taehyung asked gently.

You followed his gaze.

“Memories.” The water churned, smacking against the cliffside. “A whole book of them.”

“What do you mean?”

You turned back to Taehyung, who was now watching you curiously. You held onto your straw hat, not wanting it to blow away again.

“I left all the photos, so I wouldn’t have to see them again.” You sighed. “Pictures of moments, years etched out visually. I was going to make a memories photo book when we got married.”

You looked back to the ocean, seeing the sky darken ever more.

“And now we won’t.”

There was a loud clap of thunder. Your eyes searched for the lightning.

And then your name, shouted across the grass, harsh and angry like the thunder.

At first, you didn’t hear it. You were distracted by the sky, waiting for the rain. But Taehyung snapped his head around, startled. You noticed his movement and turned around too. A figure in black jumped over the fence, yelling your name on the top of his lungs.

The glass walls came up inside you, trying to protect you from the stumbling, turbulent sea that was Jeon Jungkook.

Taehyung frowned. “Who the fuck is that?”

“Who the fuck are you?” Jungkook spat, glaring at him and his yellow raincoat. He called you again, sharply, stomping over. “Do you have any idea how worried I was? When I came home from the convention and you were just gone? No note, nothing, only to find you running off with some random guy!”

The thunder sounded again, but there was no lightning yet.

“I called everyone! Your work, your friends, your family, your phone! You wouldn’t even answer your fucking phone. I had to find out from your work that you were on vacation,” Jungkook hissed, glaring at you. “Vacation from our relationship that is, fucking cheating on me.”

Taehyung glared back. “Dude, it’s not like that at all. I’m just the landlord of the cottage she rented–”

“Shut up. I’m not talking to you.”

You stared at Jungkook, his dark brows and wild black hair, so angry at you that he was cursing. The irony was not lost on you. You held onto the straw hat.

“Is that all it was?” you said quietly. “You were upset that I would find affection in someone else?”

“Of course, I was! You’re the love of my life!”

You smiled gently. “Is that what you tell them all?” Your navy dress fluttered in the harsh ocean breeze.

Jungkook scowled. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

You looked down to your pink flats, dirty and grass-stained now from running around the cottage garden. Taehyung had teased you, telling you they weren’t good gardening shoes, but you hadn’t brought any other shoes with you. Everything else Jungkook had bought you, with his money.

“Even now, you pretend, Jungkook.” Your hair tangled in the wind, salty and tousled from the sea. You looked back up at him and his expression was changing now. “I remember asking you once, should you comment like that on other people’s Instagram posts?” The thunder was louder now, sky ripping apart with flashing light. “You said, everyone is like that. It’s part of the business.” The color was draining out of Jungkook’s face. “Were the DMs only for show too? What about the WhatsApp messages? The things you wanted to do to them? The ones you wanted to shove your dick into?”

“That’s fucked up,” Taehyung muttered next to you.

“That… That wasn’t…” Jungkook struggled for words. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You nodded. You felt it first, the fat drop on the hand holding your hat.

“I know you didn’t. Everything was for fun. Everything.”

Smile plastered to your face, because what could you do now?

“Even me. Even I was for fun.”

You inhaled a deep breath. You had cried for many nights when you crawled into that unfamiliar bed upstairs. For hours, long after Taehyung was gone. Drowning in your own endless sea, filling your glass aquarium. Cried yourself out, and now you let the sea cry for you when you watched it every day, while you worked on the garden with Taehyung.

The rain began to fall.

You looked back to Jungkook, torn, guilty, exposed.

“You should come in and wait for the rain to subside before going home. Your viewers will miss you.”

Taehyung pulled his hood over his head. “Do you want me to stay?” he asked you, voice sharp. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

The way he said it implied in more ways than just physical pain. But it was a little late for that.

“I think I will be okay, Taehyung,” you said, water seeping through your hat, rain drenching your dress., turning you into a soaked doll. “Nature has taught me to keep growing.”

He bit his lip, still frowning, but bowed. “Alright.”

And then you watched him go, back to his car, hurrying along. You went in the opposite direction, to the cottage. You had one more week in your hideaway. Rainwater seeped into your flats as you stepped into the grass, soaking your feet. But somehow, it was nice. It was nice to feel the sky cry on you, because then you didn’t have to. You made your way to the covered porch, wringing out your dress the best you could. Took off your hat, opened the door.

Heard heavy black boots in your wake.

“You… left all the pictures.”

The choked, sorrowful voice of Jeon Jungkook behind you.

“I did.”

You stepped inside the cottage. Placed your hat on the hook, dripping wet. Stepped out of your drenched pink flats. Didn’t wait for him. Just went upstairs to the bathroom, trailing rainwater, locking the door behind you. You turned on the water, plugging the drain. Ran a bath and sank into your own hot aquarium.

You heard the heavy fall against the door. Your name, softly spoken through the door.

“I’m sorry.”

You sank further into the water.

“No apology will ever fix what you have done to me.”

The water was cloudy and milky with whatever bath salts Taehyung had provided with the other personal goods.

“I can prove it to you.”

You felt the tears come now, the anger, the sadness. You submerged your head underwater, blocking out all the sound, blocking out your own thoughts. Your hair floated around you, washing out the salt of the blue sea. You waited, waited until your lungs screamed, and still you waited until your vision was fading to grey before you resurfaced, taking a shuddering breath, surprisingly calm.

“The trauma has already spread, Jungkook.”

You heard a slight sob at the tone you used to say his name, cold and unfeeling.

“I really didn’t mean it, I swear.”

You took a deep breath and dove into your man-made aquarium once again.

part ii

masterpost

extended playlist blue & grey by BTS 기억 세탁소 (eraser) by ONEWE 기억 속 한 권의 책 (a book in memory) by ONEWE

#jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x you #jungkook angst #jungkook fanfic

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stripper-patrick · 3 years

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China Love 🎎Andy Barber

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: smut, language, daddy kink, straight up nastiness, dom!Andy, angst, protected, this is a 2 parter

Ima try my best to do a 3rd person POV

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Andy Barber x black plus sized reader

~Andy’s POV~

2:46am and all I can think about is her moans and how good I made her feel. Her smile when I walk into the room, how strong she is, especially strong-minded. Laurie stirs in her sleep resting her arm on my chest and that’s when I look at her. I don’t find the same love I had for her before Y/N. It’s not to say I don’t love her as a person. I do dearly and I love her as the mother of my child but I don’t love her as my wife anymore.

I sigh closing my eyes finally drifting to sleep not wanting to think anymore.

...

Y/N has been avoiding me for about 3 weeks and I can’t help but feel bad. The truth is I don’t know how to tell her I want her. That night is all I can think about. I’ve been so stressed out these last few weeks because my son might be a suspect in a murder case. That’s really been weighing on my shoulders especially since I’ve been kicked off the case. Laurie has been growing cold against me and I think she believes our son did it. There’s no way he did it. And I’m scared to ask just in case she thinks I’m trying to accuse her. I just need to know we’re on the same page as a family.

I’m sitting at my desk when I’ve finally had enough. I press the button for my assistant and she walks in with a smile “hey Lynn can you bring Y/N in here to me please?”

“Yes sir” she leaves and I take a deep breath standing up. I watch out of the glass as Y/N pushes her chair out and walks with Lynn. She opens the door and sees me folding her arms. Flashbacks hit me hard and next thing I know I’m having to shield my boner. She looks so gotdamn good with her beautiful mahogany hair placed into a neat puff on top of her head, her shapely body concealed into a short tight floral skirt and an olive green top with nude sandals with gems on them. Maybe it’s because I was drunk but I’m just noticing the tattoo on the inside of her wrist that says ‘breathe’ in intricate letters

“You wanted to see me” she doesn’t even make direct eye contact with me. I nod towards the seat and she shuts the door and sits down. I lean on the front of my table watching her cross her legs and move back.

“Can I ask why you’ve been avoiding me? And don’t lie”

“Because I feel absolutely terrible about what your wife will say when she finds out you fucked your intern and further more I don’t wanna be fired for fraternizing with my bosses boss” she cuts right the the chase

“Understandable but you won’t get fired” I reassure her

“Andy I already have people that don’t like me in this office and I don’t need our business getting out and I’m scared”

“Don’t be Y/N but if you wanna stop I completely understand” I nod “I just want the old us back” I’m referring to how much we used to be. Like 2 peas in a pod. Bound at the hip. Going from best friends to not even speaking is different for us.

She stares at me with her big daunting brown eyes “I bought you a coffee it might be a lil cold but you’ll be ok” I chuckle dropping my head while she stands up to get it. Honestly I don’t wanna stop what we’re doing because I can’t get enough of her but if that’s what she wants then I won’t argue it.

Y/N comes back with the coffee in her hand and hands it to me. “Have you talked to

Laurie about it yet?” She cross her arms looking at me and it’s just something about her stance that makes me wanna place her over my knee and smack her ass red. Laurie never really enjoyed when I spanked her or pulled her hair or even choked her.

“Absolutely not” I take a sip of the lukewarm coffee. She nods in approval.

“Well back to my never ending paperwork to file”

“Just do these for me and fill this out and have it back to me by the end of the day” I watch as YN scans the paper I gave her skipping the other papers. “This is an official hiring worksheet” she states as a matter of factly.

“I’m aware”

“You wanna hire me?”

“Yea and plus you’ll make more money that what you’re making now as an intern so fill it out and you’ve got it” I smile. She bites her lip and I know she said we should stop but I could fill that pretty pussy one more time.

“Thanks” she smiles. I watch her walk away before taking a deep breath. I sit back behind my desk and continue working.

....

Another late night at the office. I sigh rubbing my hands over my face. I look out and see Y/N coming in here. I believe it’s only me and her in here. I watch as a tall man stand up and walk to her. It’s Neal. He slams papers on her desk startling her yelling throughout the office.

“You dumbass bitch. You filed the wrong fucking stack” she stands up in protest. Anger fills me half way and I’m about to slap the dog shit out of him for talking to her like that.

“Don’t you ever in your gotdamn life say some bullshit like that Neal. I’ve dealt with your shit long enough. That stack was getting filed regardless right? Ard then chill out with the fuck shit” there’s her Baltimore accent. He rises above her with intimidating power and I stand up jogging to the door. Anger washes over me as I swing the door open and stomp towards the pair. I didn’t even notice the shocked scared expression painted on Y/N’s face. I grab Neal by the collar seething like a rabid animal. Without saying a word to him I give him a death glare as a warning.

“Andy” Y/N peeps out. Neal cracks a smile and I press him against the wall watching the humor drain from his face replaced with sheer terror.

“You think this is a joke? Do you?” I scream

“Andy” Y/N screams louder and I come to my senses. I let him go watching him scramble to gather his things leaning collectively. I let out a deep sigh and she’s comes to my aid rubbing my shoulder “calm down I’m ok he didn’t hurt me”

“He wouldn’t have gotten the chance” I take a deep breath

...

It’s been a few weeks since the ordeal and unfortunately after that I was let off my sons case. To make matters worse me and Laurie got into an argument that I’m sure puts us close to the brink of separation. I believe that she thinks Jacob murdered Ben and she won’t admit to it and keeps trying to switch the narrative.

I’m sitting on the couch drinking a beer at 10:30 at night when I get a call. It’s Y/N.

“Hey Y/N” I swig the last of my beer

“Hey Andy are you busy?” She asks. She sounds nervous

“No why?” I ask smiling at the sweet sound of her voice

“Can you come by the office I have something for you”

“Y/N you know they’re gonna lose their shit if they see me in there especially after hours”

“Please it’ll be worth it” she pleads. I can already envision her bottom lip puckered out and her arms crossed. I sigh standing up stretching my back

“I’ll be there soon”

“Yay” she perks up and I laugh hanging up. I grab my coat and hear the footsteps of my basically estranged wife approaching.

“Where are you going? It’s 11:30”

“To handle some business at work” I lie. I’m not even sure what Y/N is up to. If it’s what I think it is then of course Laurie can’t know.

“I thought you were kicked off the case”

“Just some important files I forgot to log into the system. No big deal” I pull on my coat placing my hood on my head and exit swiftly. The heavy rain patters hard on the concrete splashing upward with each step I take toward the car.

I get in and press the start button watching Laurie observe me through the curtain. I reverse out of the driveway pulling off into the night.

....

I open the doors and see YN standing there with a trench coat and some heels on and a bottle of champagne. She doesn’t notice my movements as she smoothes out the wrinkles in her coat trying to perfect herself. She doesn’t realize she’s already perfect.

“To what do I owe this dubious pleasure Ms. YLN?” I inquire placing my hands on my pocket and leaning on the door frame. Her smile is bright when our eyes lock.

“Well I have made a change of my mind on something” I walk towards her where she sits me down in the chair standing before me. My heart is racing and my dick is starting to get hard.

“I bought the champagne just in case you need some extra convincing” she laughs. YN opens her coat dropping it on the floor revealing a beautiful 2 piece LINGERIE set. Her body compliments the piece beautifully and that’s when I really take her in. Not just for her sex appeal but for her in general. She kisses me leaning down and straddling my waist where I hold her hips and grab a handful of what’s really mine.

<3rd Person POV>

Andy can’t help but moan as YN grinds down on his thick throbbing boner just waiting to be released from its shackles. Her dominant side takes over and she grabs his face planting an open mouth kiss on his neck. She works on his pants getting on her knees. Mouth salivating as his dick finally springs free. She wraps her acrylic nails around the base swirling her top around collecting the precum.

Andy sinks in the chair ravishing in her skills. He presses her hair out of the way watching the way her pretty brown eyes stare back at him while she sucks and slurps her way to his soul. His head falls back guiding his hips into the back of her throat never breaking rhythm. She pulls his penis out of her mouth rubbing her thumb and palm over the tip while she takes one of his balls in his mouth. A loud moan escapes his lips. Andy has never experienced this before. Not this detailed to say the least.

All the while he’s receiving glorious pleasure, Laurie is home rocking and sobbing on the shower floor. She’s come to the conclusion that her husband doesn’t love her anymore and than her son is a murderer. While one of those is true she can’t help but feel rage and insanity boil within her.

Laurie collects herself and dries off grabbing a pair of jeans and a a shirt. She places her wet hair up letting it air dry. Her long legs stride to her sons room where he’d playing his game but pauses it and looks at her “are you ok mom?” Jacob asks

“Come with me honey we’re gonna go for a ride” before he can respond Laurie leaves the room going downstairs grabbing her shoes. She’s out of her mind. It’s like she’s watching herself complete this indescribable action and she can’t stop it. But she knows deep down in her heart Jacob murdered this boy and she can’t live her life knowing her son is a murderer.

Andy pulls YN up by the neck dragging his tongue along the bottom of her mouth holding her captive in his spell once again. He pulls her panties off collecting her wetness through his fingers. She’s more than ready. Andy pulls YN down on top of his dick watching her gasp as he fills her up.

“Feel that?” He rasps “that’s all yours”

“It’s mine. You’re mine” she utters rocking and swirling her hips electrifying her heated body. Her hands grip the arm rests of the chair as Andy starts pumping up into her.

Her sweet moans. Andy could listen to her moans all day. Laurie was never loud or pornographic like this. Not by a long shot. He watches her ass bounce on his lap as she licks and nips as his ear. The clapping and slushing sounds of their juices makes music to YN’s ears.

“My dirty little slut so fucking wet for me”

Meanwhile Laurie has just downed her second glass of bourbon while waiting for Jacob to approach. She places her glass in the sink when she hears his footsteps.

“Mom where are we going?” The young boy asks watching his mother look so far gone it looks like it’ll take her aged to return.

“Just for a drive” is all she says before she grabs the car keys walking past him and to the car. Jacob shuts and locks the door placing his hand on the car door and instantly gets this gut wrenching feeling that he needs to stay home.

“Maybe I should stay?” He asks

“Nonsense just get in” she starts the engine and Jacob takes a deep breath getting in the passenger seat. He grabs and locks his seatbelt as Laurie pulls out of the driveway pulling off. She takes an unfamiliar road of what looks like dark road. The sound of the rain was always Jacobs favorite. Only this time it dreaded him even more. The rain was heavy, loud, and unforgiving to any car that would step forth on the slippery slope with a daring intention to overcome it.

“Jacob I’m going to ask you one question and I need you to answer honestly” oh no. Jacob knew this question all too well “did you kill Ben?”

“Mom I already told you no” that wasn’t the answer Laurie had damn near given up her marriage for and she knew it wasn’t the truth. She just couldn’t shake this feeling that he was lying. Before she knows it she starts speeding up to 30 miles an hour when the speed limit is 35 but of course driving slow in this nasty weather is imperative but she didn’t care. It was imperative for Jacob to tell her the truth and she was convinced he wasn’t doing that.

“Jacob I’m being very serious tell me the truth”

“I am mom slow down” he pleads with her trying to understand why he isn’t believing her. Her foot presses on the gas even more going 45 miles an hour He goes on his Apple Watch sending a quick text to his father praying to God he answers immediately.

Andy’s wrist buzzes but he doesn’t even bother looking at it as YN whimpers his name. Her hands shake as they try to find something to grab onto. Andy grabs her arms wrapping them behind her back as he holds her waist down thrusting upward hitting her sensitive g-spot making she cries out and squeeze his thick hands. The black hole soon to swallow the two up at the same time.

By this time Laurie is screaming at Jacob and has reached 70 miles an hour down the long road. Jacob pull on his seatbelt which locked for his protection. “Jacob I know you did. Your father may believe your lies but I don’t. You’re just like him. He lies to me and says he’s doing work and I just know he’s screwing someone else” Laurie is fed up. Tears pool both of their faces. Hers in despair and Jacobs in fear. She reaches 90. Jacob has been trying to call Andy and to no avail, no answer. He’s weighed all the possible outcomes of throwing himself out the car but with his locked seatbelt it won’t work.

“Jacob tell me the truth” before he can answer she presses on the gas going to 100. His chest is tight and Jacob has a feeling he’s going to die.

YN’s legs shake as Andy keeps drilling into her relentlessly wanting to make the biggest mess of her. “Neal can’t have you. No one can have you your mine. Fuck this tight pussy is gonna make me fill you up”

“Andy I’m gonna cum”

“Cum for me darling” As the pair reach their climax grasping onto each other for dear life Laurie reaches hers screaming at Jacob continuing to incline the accelerator as he continues calling his father on his apple watch. The teary eyed boy sees that the speedometer has reached 104 Mph and all attempts to try to stop his manic mother have faded. He silently prays as she yells one final statement “I know you did it”

Andy clutches YN’s quaking body as she whines taking the thrusts of his dick with no other option. The duo moans out loudly just as Laurie and Jacob scream before black consumes the both of them. She crashed the car head first into the side of a brick tunnel.

YN looks at Andy who has a small smile on his face. His hands unwrap from her lower back where he held her in place and she looks at his Apple Watch seeing the 7 missed calls from Jacob and one text reading: “mom losing shit”. YN glances at the time displaying 1:22am. Why is Jacob awake and why did he call 7 times.

“Andy you need to go. Jacob called you 7 times” his eyes go wide as the brown skinned mistress pulls herself off of his deflating member as he tries calling Jacob back. It goes straight to voicemail. Andy can’t think of anything but the worst.

#andy barber smut #andy barber #defending jacob #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans gif #chris evans imagine #andy barber imagine

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multifandhoem · 4 years

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server collab || iii

A/N: It’s that time of the month again! Haikyuu Headquarters nsfw server collab!!! The prompt this month was: “I told you to stay still.” This is kinda short, sorry, but I’ve been really busy since university started again, but I’ll try to be more active, maybe I’ll make a thirst night!

Anyways, here is the link for the full masterlist of the collab, be sure to give others some love too!

Genre: smut, fluff

Warnings: oral (fem receiving), mentions of sex, cursing

Word count: 1132

“What are you doing?”

Your cheeks immediately started to redden, as you threw a glance over your shoulder to see your boyfriend Issei leaning in the doorway, an amused grin on his face. “It’s facial yoga. It helps against wrinkles. You should try it too, you know.” Still embarrassed you stuck out your tongue at him before grabbing your moisturizer and gently rubbing it into your skin, finishing your yoga session early.

“It looked quite funny. Like those over-exaggerated drawn anime characters with way too many wrinkles. You sure it’s supposed to help?” He was full out giggling now, catching you by your waist as you wanted to slip right past him to avoid the detailed description of how ugly you looked while grimacing into the mirror. But it helped keeping your facial muscles relaxed!

“You’re stupid.” A small pout was on your lip, which was immediately kissed away by him. Being in his arms in the doorway you took the opportunity to thread your fingers into his dark curly hair, pulling him down again.

“Quite greedy, aren’t we?” He wasn’t making any moves to pulling away, only deepening the kiss.

“I gotta brush my teeth, too, baby, you gotta let go sometime.” With a small sigh, you pulled away, looking up into his brown eyes, which twinkled with love.

“I’ll wait for you in bed,” you told him with a smile, giggling slightly as he failed to grab you again for one last kiss.

When Issei reentered your bedroom, you were already snuggled under the covers, blinking at him. “It still feels unreal. Seeing you in my bed, in our new apartment.” His fingers caressed your ankles when he leaned against the bed frame. “Seeing me in your bed isn’t that new.” You grinned when you saw his smile widening.

“It isn’t, is it? But it is in the context that it’s our bed now. In our apartment.”

You huffed in surprise, when he pulled you towards him to the edge of the bed, starting to caress your hair slightly.

“I kinda wanna fuck you again.”

At that, you scrambled away from him in a hurry.

“Issei, no! I can just feel my legs again! We did it already a couple hours ago!” Not gonna lie, you loved fucking Issei. You could fuck him again right now, but the logical part of your brain reminded you that you had work tomorrow and had to walk and stand a lot during the day.

“Babyyy, come back here again.” To anyone else maybe would seem like a whiny boyfriend. But you heard the underlying command. If you wouldn’t obey, you would be punished.

But sometimes punishment was enjoyable for you.

You quickly shook that thought out of your head. Of course, your punishment was enjoyable when you came. But often he just didn’t stop.

“Let’s play a game, hm?” You were naked, hands strapped to the headboard with Issei’s fingers drawing different patterns on the sensitive skin of your sides, making you shudder.

“If you don’t move until you come, I’ll stop after fucking you once. Deal?”

Not moving? You could manage that. There might be hope for your legs.

“Deal.” In your mind, you cursed how shaky your voice already sounded, but Issei seemed pleased and bent down to press a short kiss to your lips, moving down immediately, to press small pecks all over your body. “Issei, don’t tease,” you whined, already fed up with the challenge when his mouth hovered over the place where you wanted him the most, his breath giving a premonition of what was to come.

“Don’t worry, baby.” He kissed the small mound over your clit, and you felt that little shit chuckle, as you took a sharp intake of breath.

This was a bad idea.

By now that was the only thought in your head, as Issei pressed small kisses on your outer lips, careful to give you not too much pleasure.

You were twitching to wrap your leg around his head, press him down where you wanted him, ready to relish in the pleasure you knew he would give you.

But you didn’t. A small part of your brain was still hoping to win this. To only push one session in and not spend the rest of the evening fucking your brains out.

As if he felt you were growing used to the small pleasures he was giving you, he dived in, tongue dipping between your lips, greedily slurping up the juices you were giving him.

A grin sneaked its way on his lips at the moans that were escaping you at his ministrations, but you kept still.

You weren’t sure if you ever put so much willpower into your leg muscles as you did right now. You didn’t want them to move. You felt them twitch occasionally, as his tongue hit that spot on your clit, pushing it around and rubbing it in the best way.

Either he didn’t sense it, or he let it slide. But you were happy either way. You just needed to hold out a bit more.

Issei was a god with his tongue. With every one of your other partners, fingering and fucking was the best part, if they were eating you out it was enjoyable, but not overwhelming.

But Issei, oh Issei, he was on a whole other level.

“Fuck, fuck. Issei! Please!” Thank god he had tied your hands over your head, or else you would have buried them in his hair ages ago.

You didn’t know what you were begging for, anyways. Of course, you wanted to come, but how you knew him, he would drag this out as long as possible.

“Come on, baby.” Maybe you were imagining the vibrations his voice made against your cunt, but none the less, when he doubled his effort, you couldn’t help the twitch of your hips towards him.

There was no way he would let that slide. So might as well make the best out of it.

“I thought I told you to stay still?”

With an exasperated whine, you hooked your leg around his neck, pulling him down towards your cunt again, let him finish what he started, as you chased your high, grinding up against his tongue.

Now that your ass was raised from the mattress, his large hands found its way to your cheeks, pulling them apart, all while using it to push you even closer towards his mouth.

With one guttural moan, you finally came and all the tension left your muscles, letting your limbs fall down powerless.

“Now,” You were already dreading his words, as he emerged from between your legs with a shit-eating grin on his face, after slurping up the last of your juices.

“Seems like I won, doesn’t it?”

#matsukawa issei #matsukawa steamy #mattsun steamy #multifandhoem #haikyuu #seijoh #steamy #matsukawa fluff #mattsun fluff #fanfiction #haikyuu fanfiction

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hugheshoe · 3 years

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carter hart // lunch dates

request: 28 from the prompt list for carter hart?

28: my mom asked about you again.

word count: 1655 words

a/n: long time no see! enjoy :) (ALSO I COULD SOOOO DO A PART TWO TO THIS SO LET ME KNOW IF YOU WOULD LIKE ONE) feel free to send in any requests <3

- - - - -

Carter Hart: My mom asked about you again.

You put your phone down after rereading and analyzing the text for what feels like the 50th time.

Your brain is currently running a million miles an hour.

- - - - -

Why is he telling you this?

Why did he text you?

Why did he use a period at the end of the sentence? What could that mean?

Why is his mom talking about me?

What if it is just a lie?

Could he be lying just to get some?

You shake your head, trying to get rid of all the bad thoughts.

It doesn’t work, though. You sigh and grab the phone again. You start to type back:

Cool

Then delete it. Sounds too harsh. You try again with:

Why?

No...that won’t work. You delete it. Maybe:

Tell her I say hi.

That will do. You hit the send button, and almost immediately regret it. You didn’t need to respond to him, you tell yourself.

My thoughts of regret are interrupted by a chime.

Carter Hart: She wants to get lunch with you.

You start to laugh out loud.

Lunch? With your ex’s mom?

You remember how sweet she was to you the only time you met her in person, and she sent you embarrassing pictures of Carter to tease him with.

You sigh and write back:

Sure, when is she in town?

- - - - -

You walk five blocks to a hot and trendy lunch spot known for its soups and salads.

The nerves are definitely kicking in.

Why does Carter’s mom want to get lunch with me?

When you arrive, you tell the hostess your name and she shows you to a cute two person table in a room filled with leafy plants as its decor. If you were here with a girlfriend of yours, you would most definitely be snapping pictures for your Instagram feed in her.

You thank the hostess as you sit down, and pick up the menu to gaze at it as you wait patiently.

The waiting only lasts five minutes. Shauna Hart walks into the restaurant and beelines over to you with the biggest smile on her face. You get up to greet her and she embraces you with a warm hug. You know the feeling of a Hart hug. It is iconic.

“How are you, dear?” She asks as you retreat back to your seat.

“I’m well, how about yourself?” You reply.

“I’m lovely. Thank you for coming with me. Have you been here before?”

You shake your head, “No, this was actually Carter’s recommendation.”

Her smile grows when you mention his name.

Before she can say anything, the waitress comes over to introduce herself and inform us on the specials of the day including homemade chicken noodle soup! Sounds fucking good.

She leaves to let us continue our process of figuring out what we want for lunch.

After a minute of silence, Shauna speaks up, “He misses you.”

You look up from your menu, but don’t know how to respond. The fastest thing you can think of is, “That is nice of him.”

The minute the words leave your mouth, you get a little embarrassed and start to blush.

The waitress comes back to take your orders. You order a cup of the chicken noodle soup and a BLT salad with fresh avocados. Shauna orders a chicken salad sandwich, which is advertised as one of their bestsellers.

After handing our waitress the menus, you and Shauna get into a conversation that, thankfully, ignores the elephant in the room, Carter.

The nervousness you felt early starts to disappear with time. Shauna is such a easy person to have a conversation with and makes you feel relaxed despite the odd situation the two of you are in.

Your food comes out to the two of you and it looks amazing. You both start to dive into your meals while continuing to chat in between bites.

Eventually, the conversation takes a turn. Shauna starts to share a story of Carter, without even realizing it. You listen, though, and the mood does not shift. It starts to feel normal and comfortable.

The story ends up with both of you nearly in tears.

You manage to get out, “Why was he so obsessed with that stuffed animal?” through your laughter.

- - - - -

At the end of lunch, Shauna insists on paying for your meal, too, and you thank her a million times. You check your phone and realize you’ve been at lunch for almost two hours. Time flies when you are having fun.

You say your goodbyes to Shauna, and go off your own ways.

On your walk home, the memories of you and Carter flood your thoughts. Your cheeks start to hurt from smiling at them. People probably think you are a lunatic walking through the streets of Philadelphia with a smile like the Cheshire Cat for no reason.

When you get home, you kick off your shoes, throw your purse on the couch, and walk into your room. You leap onto your bed and stare at the ceiling. You don’t know what to do.

Your phone starts to ring, but it isn’t your normal ring tone.

It’s Carter’s ringtone. You never changed it.

You rush over to the couch and rummage through your purse to pull out your phone just in time to press accept, “Hello?”

“How was lunch?”

You smile, “It was good. The food was really yummy, and it was so cute. Thank you for the recommendation.”

“Would you ever go back again?”

“Yeah, I think I would. I could get some uber cute Instagram pictures next time. Oh! And some of the drinks looked heavenly, but ya know I didn’t want to get drunk at noon at lunch with my ex’s mom,” you chuckle.

“Want to go tomorrow?”

“Yes, I would love to wha-....wait. What do you mean?”

You hear Carter let out a nervous giggle, “Do you want to go back there for lunch again tomorrow?”

“With you?”

“Yeah. With me.”

You pause before responding. It’s only been three months since he broke up with you. It still hurts you sometimes.

Would it be okay to go to lunch with him already?

What if he wants to get back together?

Was this his plan the whole time?

“Y/N? You still there?” The voice through your phone says.

“Yes, yes I’m still here, sorry. I was thinking.”

“Is it too soon?” He questions.

“No. I’ll go. Tomorrow at noon?”

“Yes, that works for me. I will see you there.”

- - - - -

The next morning, you wake up with a smile on your face, but the smile fades as the anxiety kicks in.

You have no clue what to wear.

What do you think he is going to wear?

Is he going to go all out?

What if you look more dressed up than him? Or what if he looks more dressed up than you?

To let out a little steam, you scream into your pillow.

“Ah, much better.” You can and hop out of bed.

You have three hours until the scheduled lunch date.

Wait is this a date?

You tell your brain to shut up, and get out of bed. You head out into your kitchen to make a cup of iced coffee. In your head, you start to formulate a to do list to complete before heading out.

- - - - -

Carter Hart: I’m early :) I’m at a table in the middle.

You slide your phone back into your purse as you walk out of your apartment building and onto the sidewalks of Philadelphia.

You try to hype yourself up during your walk. It doesn’t work very well, but gives you a little bit of confidence and a break from worrying.

Once you arrive at the restaurant, you enter and see Carter immediately. He looks nervous, which makes you feel a little at ease knowing you are not the only one.

You walk up to his table, and he stands up to give you a hug, “Hi, Y/N, you look good.”

The hug feels so familiar, and not because you were hugging his mom 24 hours ago. Your nose immediately recognizes his smell, too. The scent makes you feel warm and happy inside.

As the gentleman he is, Carter pulls your chair out for you to sit, which you thank him for of course.

He sits down, too, and the two of you look at each other to take in the moment and process what is going on.

You giggle, “I cannot believe this is actually happening.”

“I know.”

“Did your mom actually want to get lunch with me?”

He nods his head, “Yes, of course. She loved you the first time she met you.”

“She’s a really good person. I see where you get it from,” You say to him and smile. You notice he starts to blush a little as he looks down at his menu to avoid eye contact.

To change the subject, Carter speaks up: “Which drink are you getting?”

You are about to respond when the waitress comes up for our drink orders and the whole specials of the day ordeal. You are pleased when she says homemade chicken noodle soup is being served again today.

Since you are unsure how to pick a drink because they all look amazing, you ask the waitress to make whichever she likes the best. Carter only gets a glass of water due to the season being in full swing.

While you wait for your mystery drink, you ask Carter about the season so far and how everything is working out.

When the drink arrives, you slurp it down so fast you aren’t even sure what it was. The drink calms you down, and when you place your lunch order you ask for a new mystery drink to enjoy. Carter laughs while you order it, exactly like he would when you two were dating.

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adventuresinwonderlust · 3 years

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Title: Ace and Min: Part 3

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader aka “Ace”

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, best friends to lovers, angst, slight crack, abusive speak/language, talks of/and abusive behavior, talks of/toxic relationship, fighting, oral (f) receiving, protected sex

Rating: 18 and over

You watch in horror as Che slams Yoongi against the wall, his forearm pressing into Yoongi’s neck. “Not so tough now are you, Min?” “Get off of him!” You shout, slamming your fist repeatedly into Che’s back. Che wiggles his shoulder back and forth to shoo you away. Yoongi uses the opportunity to land a fist in an unsuspecting Che’s ribs. Che groans loudly, grasping his side as Yoongi lands another blow to Che’s cheek. Che drops to the ground as Yoongi swings his leg forward and kicks Che in the ribs. “That’s for putting your hands on Y/N,” He kicks him again, “That’s for cheating you piece of shit,” he lands one final kick, “And that is to remind you to never come near her again.” Che lays on the ground holding his side. “Come on Yoongi, that’s enough.” You pull at him as you type in the keycode for his front door. Yoongi crouches down beside Che, “Leave now and I won't call the cops,” Che looks up at Yoongi with anger in his eyes, “Don't test me Che. I promise, if you ever come near Y/N again, I'll kill you.” Yoongi stands now and follows you inside.

Yoongi slams the door and presses his forehead against it, as if waiting for Che to burst through. Your heart is beating rapidly in your chest and you place your hands over it to try to calm it. “Yoongi. Are you ok?” You swallow back a sob, moving forward to place your hands on his back. He spins quickly, lifting you off your feet and walking you hastily to the couch. His lips are on yours in a heated kiss, biting and tugging until your soon on your back. You’re both ravenous, yanking and clawing at each other’s clothing. “I’m sorry he ever hurt you,” Yoongi pants between kisses, “I love you. I’ll never let another soul hurt you. I’m going to protect you always. Are you ok? I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry.” He continues saying planting kisses all over your face, cheeks, neck, and collar bone. You moan out, the both of you free of your shirts. “Don’t apologize. You were so brave. I love you. I love you so much.” You respond, digging your hands into his hair while he kisses the soft flesh of your breast, pulling your bra down to suckle on your nipple. You cry out his name, tugging at his hair. He lifts his head and takes your mouth in another passionate kiss, soon unbuttoning your shorts and tugging them off. He nips at your hips, pulling the fabric of your panties to the side to run his tongue along your drenched sex. “Fuck!” You gasp.

Yoongi waste no time, lapping your arousal up, moaning at your taste. He gives you a soft brief smile, dropping his head between your legs once more and dragging his tongue through your slit again. You arch your back, your body goosing at the feeling. He moans hungrily into your cunt, sucking your inner and outer lips into his mouth. “Oh Yoongi, please.” You beg, needing more from him. He slurps your juices straight from your entrance, soon wrapping his mouth around your clit, swirling his tongue in quick circles. You drop one hand into his hair and yank, pulling him closer to your throbbing core, your other hand teasing your breast. You close your eyes tightly. Now focused on how methodical Yoongi’s movements are, how he quickly swirls his tongue, only to slow down and roll his tongue along the length of your bud. You tremble at the controlled buildup of your orgasm in your tummy, whispering Yoongi’s name over and over under your breath. “So close.” You whimper, feeling your body heat. Yoongi hums, bringing his hand up and inserting two fingers inside of your entrance. He moves them slowly, massaging your every nerve ending, your orgasm moving quickly from your tummy through your core and shooting up your spine into your brain. You cry out, clenching down onto Yoongi’s fingers, pulling hard on his hair, your vision a haze of white flecks.

You release Yoongi’s strands, your body going limp as you come down from your high. You pant frantically, Yoongi soon climbing up your body to plant sweet kisses on your lips. “You ok Ace?” He whispers over your mouth. You nod, reaching down to grip his hard on. He groans into your mouth, wrapping his arm around your waist and lifting you off the couch. “What are you doing?” You ask. “Bringing you to my room.” He smirks. He shoves the door open, your body wrapped around his like a koala. He places you gently on the bed, removing his pants, standing before you in his underwear. You move forward and palm him. “My turn.” You bite your lip. He shakes his head. “Maybe some other time Ace. I need to make love to you. You don’t know how long I’ve needed this.” He digs in his side drawer and pulls out a condom, climbing onto the bed. You lie back, your blood burning with anticipation. You snatch the condom from Yoongi’s hand, tearing it open with your teeth. He smiles at you, a small chuckle escaping his chest. “It seems someone else has been needing this just as much huh Ace?” You nod quickly, eyes fixed on his hips as he slowly unveils his thick length. You moan, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. “Fuck Min. Now I see why all the girls love you.” He chuckles again, sucking in a breath when you begin to roll the condom along his member.

You lie back, gripping his ass when he lies atop you. Yoongi kisses you slowly, taking one of your hands with his and interlocking your fingers, resting it above your head. He moves his other hand between you both and takes his member in it, running his tip through your saturated slit. “Fuck Ace, you’re so wet.” He whispers. He inserts just the tip, a groan escaping his throat when your entrance gobbles it with ease. “God,” He moans, thrusting forward, entering you fully. He stays stationary for a moment, kissing you again, his free hand gripping your hip. When he releases your lips, he begins to move in and out of you, moaning freely at the way your cunt clenches and grips at his length which each full thrust. “I’ve always dreamed of this moment Ace. God, this is better than any dream. You’re so perfect. I love you so much.” Yoongi pants. You try but can't respond, so lost in his blown-out eyes, and lustful expression. He’s so beautiful in this moment, completely lost in you. You clench around him purposefully now, eliciting an animal like groan from him. He leans his forehead against yours, his movements becoming faltered. He pulls out suddenly, his hot cock resting on your lower stomach as he kisses you passionately. “What's wrong?” You inquire, feeling empty. “It's embarrassing” He whines. “It’s me Min. Just tell me.” “I’m just so close. I feel like a teenager. Like I'm going to burst. I want to last longer but you feel so good. I’ve wanted this for so long. The anticipation is just built up.” You can't help giggle, feeling empowered that you could have this effect on him.

“It’s ok Min. I want to make you feel good.” He shakes his head. “I want to spend every day making you feel like a Queen.” He kisses you hard now, shoving his rigid cock into you. You gasp out loud, gripping his behind tightly as he thrust quickly in and out of you. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He cries out, pulling out again. You groan, looking down at his angry red cock. “Stop pulling out Min.” He grunts in frustration. “I don’t want to finish yet.” He complains. You chuckle, shoving him on his back. “This won't be the last time we do this. I promise.” You say against his pout. You kiss him gently, sliding down onto his length with ease. He moans into your mouth, gripping your hips tightly when you begin to hop up and down his throbbing cock. “Jesus Ace, you have no clue how amazing this feels. I’ve never felt this fucking good inside someone before.” He mewls beneath you. “Yeah,” You bite your lip teasingly, feeling almost invincible. He smirks at you now, thrusting up into you. You cry out when he hits your cervix, not allowing it to stop your movements. “I love you Yoongi. I’ve loved you for so long. I want to spend the rest of my days loving you.” He moans softly at your words, his hold on your hips becoming painful enough to leave bruises. “Cum for me baby. Let go. It’s ok. I want you to. I want to feel you throb inside me.” “Fuck Ace! Fuck!” He cries out. A heavy groan leaving his chest when he explodes into the condom. You gasp, clenching down on his twitching member. He stops you from moving, holding you in place for a moment and then finally aiding you in gliding up and down him once again. He pants against your neck when you press your chest down onto his. “I promise I'll be better the next time.” “You were amazing Min.” You praise him, kissing his pink cheeks. You lift off him and watch him remove and tie off the condom.

He tosses it in the trash beside his bed and rolls to face you. “Wanna sit in a warm bubble bath with me?” “Sure.” You giggle. He kisses your cheek. “Why are you laughing at me? Men take bubble baths.” You shrug. “Che never did.” Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Che was an asshole. Let’s not talk about Che.” He gets up now and pulls on sweats. “Sorry. Are you mad?” “No, why would I be mad?” “I don’t know because I mentioned Che.” Yoongi turns to face you and crawls onto his side again. “Hey. I'm not Che. I'm not going to get mad or jealous because you mention another guy. I’m not insecure and I'm never going to hurt you. I love you Ace. I know he was big part of your life, I'm sorry if I came off rude. Don’t worry so much ok. Everything is going to be so much better now.” You nod, leaning in to kiss him. “I know Min. Thank you.” He nods, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “Come on, let me take care of you.” He whispers, standing now and reaching to help you off the bed. You head to the restroom with him, and he begins to run a bath, dropping an orange ball into it that slowly rolls around the water fizzing out. He pours a lavender scented bubble bath into the water next and helps you in. He slides off his sweats and climbs in next sitting behind you so you can rest your back against his chest.

“What now?” You ask. “Whatever you want.” He grumbles, kissing the top of your head. “I mean, do we start dating? Do I move in? How do I get my stuff? Do I even get my stuff? I guess I should get my stuff, it's my stuff, right?” “It’s ok Ace. You don’t have to figure it all out in one day.” “But what if I want to?” “Ok, well if you want to then what's the most important thing for you to have figured out first?” You ponder this for a moment. Taking in the sweet lavender scent and releasing a huge breath. “Us?” He chuckles. “Ok. What about us?” “Are we a couple now?” You ask nervously, afraid he might reject you. “Is that what you want?” He whispers, snuggling close to you. “You can't keep answering my questions with questions Min.” “Ok. I would love nothing more than to be with you Ace. I’ve wanted to be with you for a long time. If you want that too then I’ll be the happiest man alive. If you don’t, I'm ok with that too because we are always going to be friends. I love you so much. You mean the world to me. I honestly want you to do what makes you happy. If I'm a part of that, shit, that’s great.” You rise into the seated position and turn towards him. “I want that to. I want to be with you.” He smiles wide, his gums on display. “We have to do it right.” “What do you mean?” “I mean.... Ace, Y/F/N Y/L/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

You squeal a bit moving forward to kiss him, water splashing everywhere. “Yes, I will.” You answer upon breaking the kiss. “Ok, next question. Do you wanna live with me? I mean this apartment is huge and sometimes lonely. We spend so much time together anyways and I already know everything there is to know about you. No pressure though.” You ponder the idea, enjoying the nervousness that spreads across his face. “I mean your place is huge.” You lull. He hums in agreement, pulling you into his body so you straddle him. “Then its decided, you move in here with me. Even if we sleep in different rooms, I just want to know your safe.” “You really are the best Min. So good to me.” You whisper to him. “I want to be good to you forever. In fact, let me be even better to you Ace. Let's go somewhere. I can have a company pick up your things. Just let me take you away for a while.” You pause for a minute, watching nerves hit him, before giggling. “Ok Min, let's do it.” He laughs in relief, pulling you close. “You and me forever Ace.” He whispers. “You and me forever Min.” You whisper back, kissing him again, melting into his embrace.

#bts smut #yoongi smut #suga x reader #suga x you

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babyybitchhh · 4 years

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Oh! You are taking requests! That’s awesome! ✨💫 I’d like to request a scenery where the reader lost her sister to Douma (she lacks proof... it’s an strong gut feeling?... she’s right tho) so, she get on his “good side” working in his cult to get a chance to avenge her sibling... her acting convincing and the “betrayal” amuses him to no end, so he decides to play with her before... eating/transforming her? Your choice! I’m a sucker for horror so it could be as dark as your heart allow it! 💜💃

Sorry this took so long cxnvldsnvoen and even though I tweaked the storyline just a wittle bit, I hope you like it! <3

Words: 2639

Rating: Explicit/R-18+

Warnings: Cunnilingus, involuntary urination, cannibalism (sort of, you know the drill with Douma), body horror? Sexual gore? Yandere?? I’ll be honest, I’m not entirely sure how to tag this one.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24362824/chapters/66015442#workskin

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You were easily the most insincere person he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing.

The lie itself was written all across your face in bold, slashing brushstrokes for the whole world to see if only they’d look close enough but so few ever did. He alone was privy to your deceit. Only he saw that dishonest smile for what it was, always so placid and warm even though it just barely concealed the hissing viper within. The unwavering mask of false loyalty you greet him with and the rage waging war behind your eyes every time you look into his face. Everything was right there, completely out in the open as if you couldn’t be bothered with trying to hide it, and Douma loved that aspect of you perhaps most of all.

Just as any good figurehead should, he’d nurtured the darkness within you until it sprouted roots and festered, growing ever larger as your hate for him also grew. Welcomed you and your heavy burden with open arms. Encouraged it even. You were simply too fun to play with and he was ever so curious to see how far into depravity you would ultimately spiral because of him. In some ways it was sad. Pathetic even that you would devote what was left of your miserable life to being a duplicitous little bitch when there were so many alternatives that were far, far more pleasant. But it was also undeniably thrilling at the same time, almost intoxicatingly so.

To think that he had angered you to the point of not only chasing after him like a pitiable stray but to also go so far as joining his congregation just to get close … this was a uniquely exquisite indulgence he wouldn’t soon rush to squander. Particularly not when keeping you around afforded him so many plushy benefits.

“You’re trembling.” A dangerously sharp nail traces its path down the length of your twitching stomach. He pauses at your belly button, toys with the notion of jamming his finger right through it and into your guts, but ultimately decides to save it for another day. Humming faintly, Douma resumes his tauntingly slow descent south. “Are you cold?”

You refuse to look at him and instead push the side of your face deeper into the pillow. It was always like this no matter how often he opened up his chamber doors in welcome. You simply refused to stop playing your part even when he had you spread out like some shameless whore on his bed of silk and that would never cease to amuse him for as long as he allowed you to live. You’d have been quite the accomplished actress if only you hadn’t been going up against the head performer himself. That you were out of your league was, to him at least, painfully obvious but he didn’t have the heart to tell you that just yet.

No, not yet. There was still more of you to savor.

Bending close, Douma presses a lingering kiss to the center of your stomach. He can taste you on his tongue, blooming notes of stale meat poisoned with bitter fury, and it elicits a quiet groan out of him. You were the finest decadence he’d had in his bed in a very long while.

“Poor thing, that just won’t do. Let me warm you up.”

You squirm against the sheets as he pecks his way lower, issuing expertly timed sighs at the appropriate intervals. He appreciates just how committed you are to the act. Wonders if you found some pathetic young sod to practice with before presenting yourself to him or if you were simply a brazen slut by nature. It’s hard to say which prospect delighted him more, though Douma hardly cares to know the answer, particularly when he presses two fingers to your outer labia and carefully spreads them open.

So soft and fleshy, the petal-like folds make his mouth water. He could imagine no greater joy than nibbling on those puffy little lips and taking nipping bites at the swollen pearl bud that peaks up at him even now until you were bordering on hysterics, fighting him tooth and nail to get away. Only then, only when you were a frenzied animal trying to escape his taloned clutches, would Douma allow himself to sink his teeth in at long last. He was certain your sweet cunt would give way under his jaw without much resistance, if any at all. It would be just like biting into a peach.

But you weren’t quite ripe enough yet. You were almost there -- so, so very close he could just about feel the meat of your womanhood being rendered and chewed between his molars -- but still not there. He would satiate his abominable hunger only when you were blackened, mind, body and soul with your hate.

Eagerly licking his lips, Douma leans down and swipes the tip of his tongue across your clit. The way the meaty nub clings to his taste buds, dragging against the salivating muscle until it pops back into place with a plump jiggle, delights him to no end. It was so swollen that even it’s protective hood did very little in the way of concealing your arousal. If he didn’t know any better, he’d almost think you’d had to go months on end without release. Evidently, though, your cunt just enjoyed being on the receiving end of his attention that much even when your brain was most assuredly in total disagreement with that sentiment.

He moans, very faintly, at the thought of your brain. The day of feast couldn’t come quick enough.

“Oh, sweet dove …” Douma coos, nuzzling into your clenching pussy as if he were a cat marking its territory. “Are you really so neglected? I’m not sure how you’ll ever forgive me for making you suffer like this.”

You choke down an unintelligible sound that’s half sob, half moan and bring your hand up to coquettishly hide your mouth from his line of sight. “Douma-sama … please …”

He can hear it in your voice. The lie. The obvious, blatant, belligerent lie and it goes straight to his cock.

Undeniably, you sold the performance with every aspect of your body language right down to the way you shyly spread your legs further apart for him but the lie was still there. It was simply too big to hide. Not the small, pardonable white lie a god could be swayed to forgive with the right offering but a massive, all encompassing falsehood that had long since swallowed up your ego like a gluttonous black hole. You weren’t a person any longer but a container merely housing the selfish urge for vengeance.

You were so damn close.

Nails digging into the plush swell of your thigh, Douma lays himself out flat between your legs and presses his mouth to your slit. For as brief as the gesture is, he still comes away with glistening wet lips and he greedily licks up the evidence just as a carnivore might lick its bloodied chops. Delicious.

“Don’t fret, my dear. I know exactly what you need.” A pause. Another playful kiss to your gushing cunt. The savory smacking of his lips is quickly followed by a dreamy, almost wistful sigh that makes you shudder, though it's impossible to say if that reaction was one of pleasure or abject disgust. Not that it really mattered either way to him. “Just relax. Let me take care of you and then you’ll be free to scurry off back to bed like a good little girl.”

You visibly tense under him and, smothering the cruel laughter that tries to claw its way up his throat, Douma glances at your face.

Still partially obscured by your clenched fist, you continue to hide from him as if you were an untouched maiden being ravaged against your will even though you’d spent countless nights with him in his room like this. Always, always playing your role. The tension in your neck, however, told a different story. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you were biting your tongue and he derived a great deal of joy in the knowledge that you despised being talked down to so much. It just made him want to do it even more.

“Do you have any idea how good you taste? You’re like the sweetest forbidden fruit to me.” Tilting his head, Douma seals his lips around your pulsing clit and mouths at you. You arch, shoving your bare tits into the air with a quiet hiss but, still, you won’t look down at him. That suits him just fine though and he comes up off you a moment later with an obscenely loud, attention grabbing slurp that makes you twitch. “I could just eat you up, you know that?”

“D - Douma-sama --”

His tongue abruptly darts out, mercilessly lashing your clit.

You outright squeal, jolting at the sudden onslaught of stimulation before catching yourself and forcibly choking back any other sounds you may have been inclined to make. Douma is not so easily deterred though and he laps at you hungrily, attacking the engorged pleasure button from every possible angle until you’re a quaking mess underneath him. He could help himself to your sopping little cunt for hours if given the chance, high as a kite off the very real urge to consume you in the most literal sense, but it doesn’t take long at all to have you writhing uncontrollably. Although unfortunate, it was expected given just how needy and swollen you were -- and just for him at that. Who could have ever guessed?

“Oh, darling,” He pants, groans into the meat of your pussy. His eyes start to roll back in doped out bliss when your wild twisting drags those petal soft folds across his mouth as if you were intentionally teasing him now. Begging him to just take the plunge and take a bite out of you already.

It was almost enough to break his resolve. He wanted nothing more than to gorge himself on your delectably tainted body until he was too stuffed to move but the part of him that knows precisely how satisfying the payoff will be keeps him in check. It’s too soon -- still too soon to indulge -- and he has to make do with simply drooling all over your poor defenseless cunt while it creams around nothing except your hatred of him. Of all the meals Douma has enjoyed in his lifetime, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that you would be the one he’d relish the most.

So caught up in the ecstasy inducing thought of finally eating you, truly eating you, he doesn’t notice you withdrawing a razor sharp pin from your hair until it’s right in his face. Blinking incandescent eyes at the foreign object, Douma allows himself another lazy lick at your still palpitating cunt and you seeth through gritted teeth, the glinting metal trembling in your hand.

“Get. Off.”

He acquiesces without a fuss.

You don’t even try to hide your surprise as you warily watch him sit up so that he’s kneeling on the futon between your spread legs. Clearly you’d expected a different reaction out of him and that makes Douma smile. You don’t seem to appreciate that though and you jerkily sit up straighter, jabbing the pin at him in warning.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, demon!”

“Or what?” He asks sweetly. “Are you going to kill me?”

“Yes! I’m going to kill you and take revenge for my sister!”

Brows drawing up in affected pity, Douma pins you with a withering leer. “If you’re going to kill me anyway then I don’t see any reason why I should stop smiling.”

Balking, you sputter indignantly. “You - you horrid fiend --”

He moves too quick for you to react. His arm swings, slamming into your wrist with enough force to send the pin flying. You reel back with a haggard gasp but he grabs your forearm in a pinching grip and yanks you close again. Bringing his opposite hand up, Douma rams his palm into the underside of your outstretched limb. The resulting crack is instantaneous and horrible. Your face crumples in agony.

You scream.

“Now, now,” He purrs, letting your arm fall limp at your side. In a shell shocked panic, you try to reach for it as if to reset the bone yourself but he all too easily catches your shaking hand in his. Cradling it close to his chest just as one might do with a lover, Douma smiles at you as he effortlessly snaps your other arm just as he’d done the first. “Calm down. Everything will be alright.”

He can barely hear himself over your frenzied shrieking. It’s hard not to take pity on you when you’re like this, looking for all the world like nothing more than a wounded animal. Confused and so incredibly scared. Almost out of your mind with pain even as regret and terror flash at him through wide, glossy eyes.

It really was a shame too. You’d been so close to reaching full maturity but, well … this would probably do the trick just as well. Not right away, of course, because the only thing currently running through your mind were baser instincts that served no real purpose other than keeping you alive. You were in no mindset to humor your feelings of resentment and hate for him, or the loss of your sister for that matter.

Was that really what had prompted you to seek him out like this? Douma couldn’t exactly recall but it was a believable explanation. He was certainly willing to accept it, at least.

Deciding that the details didn’t really matter, he reaches out to grab your shoulders and shoves you back down on the bed. You wordlessly stare up at him in wild eyed terror as he rises above you like some sort of beautifully horrific wraith, preternaturally sharp teeth glinting in the low light when he grins at you. The shock must be starting to set in because your mouth moves but nothing comes out. Not so much as a peep, as though your voice box had been stolen.

He can’t help the deranged titter that bursts out of him. You were so damn cute .

“Don’t worry, darling. I won’t kill you. Not yet, anyway.” Contently sighing, Douma leans close to nuzzle his nose against yours in a mockingly affectionate gesture that only makes you shake harder. “You’ll stay here with me until you’re rotting from the inside out. I want you to despise me with every fiber of your being first and then, when you can’t even look at me without being consumed by rage, then I’ll finally eat you. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

You don’t respond - maybe you can’t - but he does feel the moment your bladder finally gives out and seeping wet warmth spreads across the front of his pants. A shudder of revulsion works its way down his spine and he clucks at you, letting his mouth tug into a disappointed frown.

“Such a high maintenance little girl … what should I do with you until then, hmm?” Douma thoughtfully puts his head to one side but quickly perks up at a sudden thought that has him smiling from ear to ear with nothing short of manic glee. “Oh, I know! Maybe I should break your legs too. Then you won’t be able to do anything at all without my help.”

An insignificant, fraying part of your conscience that had managed to cling to its humanity must register what he’d said because you begin shaking your head, still as silent as any mute, and that just makes his grin widen.

“I bet you’ll really start to hate me then, won’t you?”

#kimetsu no yaiba #KnY #douma x reader #Douma #kny douma #self insert bullshit #my writing

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the-elusive-libbin · 4 years

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Hypnosis Mic- Hunger canons

Hunger Noises and reactions - Some of the Hypmic bois - Self indulgence at its finest

So I wanted to do some hunger stuff since I rarely do hunger based things and its actually my favourite kink. This is rather self indulgent so please do bear with it. Here are some mini canons regarding some of my favourite Hypnosis mic bois...this is one of my current hype anime series after all. Not included all of the guys, i.e Badass temple and Dotsuitare hompo, simply because I don’t know them all yet. Anyway, click ‘keep reading’ if you wanna keep reading ;)

Ichirou Yamada- Boisterous and rowdy- preferred wording: Belly: Ichirou tends to cater to his belly when it growls in public by raising an eyebrow at it, scoffing in mild irritation and eating a lot. Secretly he flusters more when his brothers hear his empty tummy and make jokes but the oldest buster bro puts on a face for the two youngsters, always has. He’s been without food for the sake of his younger brothers before and during those times, he would often fill his starving belly full of water in a feeble attempt to quieten the organ and hope that the others didn't ear the odd escaping moan; after all he's the one that's supposed to be caring for the two youngsters and he’d hate to make them worry. Nowadays he’s more nonchalant around others when they hear his groans, waving it off or joking about grabbing a bite to eat.

Jirou Yamada- Persistant and whiny yet deep, as though imitating Ichirou's belly- Preferred wording: Belly: Jirou doesn't hide his hunger anymore, sure he used to go hungry a lot and it's not like he's not embarrassed by the noises that emanate from his belly, but he's too used to complaining and whining for food when he's starved nowadays. If he wasn't too dense to realize the strong front that Ichirou always used to put up for he and Saburo, Jirou would attempt to mimic the oldest brother and do the same thing, putting on a strong front for the youngest bro. Unfortunately Jirou is dense and doesn’t realize ... his stomach has a habit of groaning directly after Ichirou's has. His mouth waters a lot at the sight of food when he’s ravenous and he will eat rapidly in order to fill his stomach quicker, something Ichirou has scolded him for on multiple occasions.

Ramuda Amemura - Long and high pitched with a deep undertone - Preferred wording: Tummy: Ramuda just let's his tummy rumble in public, it really doesn't bother him, especially since the girls tend to find it cute and sometimes they even give him candy. It's a win win in the little shit's eyes. He'll openly whine, about how hungry he is while patting his tummy with both hands and is even known to ask others if they can hear it moan, all for attention of course. Ramuda doesn’t like being hungry for too long though and isn’t usually due to the amount of sweets he passively consumes. Must have a good metabolism.

Gentaro Yumeno - Soft and gentle but very aggressive when neglected - Preferred wording: Stomach or Belly: Gentarou generally has a soft spoken stomach if you will. He eats meals on a regular time scale and doesn’t often skip. That does not mean however that he never skips meals as sometimes he can become so carried away with his writing that he forgets to eat. In situations like this, the writer will find his stomach a nuisance as it begins to suddenly, without warning, rumble at a fairly audible volume....embarrassing if you’re in a restaurant people watching and writing because there is no doubt that they would have heard the hungry groans. In response Gentaro inwardly flushes and decides it may be high time to grab some food before he is once again, rudely interrupted. Most of the time the man’s stomach is calm and collected but in it’s defense, there are only so many hours you can go without food before you have to speak up.

Dice Arisugawa - Constantly groaning, medium length, fairly deep, echoey rumbles- Preferred wording: Belly: Dice is always gambling his money away and so doesn’t tend to have money for food. Dude would sooner gamble his life away than eat. Of course canonically this means he’s always hungry and always trying to mooch food and money. Therefore I don’t think he’d be privy to hiding the ominous groans that constantly escape his belly, he’d use the moaning of his gut to emphasize his point as he complains about how he needs food and that he’s wasting away. Puppy dog eyes, groaning tummy and theatrical belly rubs or even lifting up his shirt to show you the damage are all things he’s used to. The only time he hides his growling tummy is when he’s fruitlessly trying to explain that he hasn’t been gambling....which of course everyone knows is a lie. He’s not flustered by his groans and canonically will love anyone who treats him to a meal.

Samatoki Aohitsugi- Deep and violent groans - Preferred wording: Gut: Samatoki has no time for his stomach’s noises and will try to cover the noises up should he accidentally skip or have no time for a solid meal. He especially likes to keep an arm wrapped around it when the crazy navy officer of the Mad Trigger Crew is nearby in the fear that he’ll soon be stuffed to the gills with something foul. Samatoki’s little sister cooks decent meal portions for him and often prepares bentos for while he’s ‘working’ so it’s unusual to hear the white haired man’s belly in the first place. He actually dislikes being hungry and is prone to getting hangry. He wouldn’t want to admit it but he’s rather flustered by his belly noises as he feels they ruin his tough guy image and make people feel sorry for him. Watch his face turn red should you comment on a loud grumble or groan.

Jyuto Iruma- Fairly average, medium sounding gurgles- Preferred wording: Stomach: Jyuto is flustered easily enough by his stomach but he tries not to let it show; coughing into a gloved fist or pushing his glasses back onto his face are often enough to keep his embarrassment at bay. Tease him however and you’ll get the opposite effect, polite ‘excuse me’s’ reddening cheeks and robotic movements. The guy wants to remain cool and collected, not look and sound as though he’s missed multiple meals, do him a favour and don’t tease. Jyuto tries to keep his stomach nice and satisfied while keeping to his meal schedules as best he can. He shares his fear of being stuffed by Rio with Samatoki and shudders at the thought of his teammate’s cooking. Canonically, Jyuto’s grumbling tummy has caused trouble for both himself and Samatoki before.

Rio Mason Busujima - Deep, guttural, animal-like groans- Preferred wording: Gut/Stomach/Belly: Rio canonically lives in a tent in the woods catching and eating whatever he can to eat, which often leads to the ex-marine slurping down a plethora of weird and wonderful things. There are times when of course, he is unable to catch a decent meal and so may have to go to bed on a partially or completely empty stomach. There is nothing stopping him from buying food, he just doesn’t do it often, when he does, he stocks up on canned rations. On occasion he has found himself running without provisions and in those cases his stomach likes to very much voice its displeasure. Rio isn’t really bothered by his stomach or its growls, they’re natural and he’s used to it. I think the only way to fluster him with hunger would be if his stomach groaned in a crowded room and everyone heard it or maybe if you were to place an ear to it. His stomach is often loud like an animal roar, even at the start phase of his hunger and can be calmed only by gentle tummy rubs and food. You’d have no chance of getting any sleep whilst lay beside this man when he’s hungry.

Jakurai Jinguji - Soft and regular yet deep- Preferred wording: Stomach: The good doctor detests the idea of neglecting his stomach. It shouldn’t happen with his patients so why should he let it happen to himself? Unfortunately it does, rather often actually as the poor guy is always so busy taking care of others that he forgets about himself. Jakurai will always eat when he gets the chance to and he is fully aware that he needs to eat regularly to maintain a healthy diet, he’s a doctor after all. When hungry, the doctor’s tummy is fairly soft and deep sounding, rumbling in low tones that are not unlike that of his voice. It can become quite loud when he’s been hungry for long or if the poor doc falls asleep with an empty stomach as it will rumble deeply in a feeble attempt to wake its sleeping master. Most of the time Jakurai feels the vibrations before hearing them, especially if the room he’s in is bustling so he’s not too worried. Stomach noises are natural and his is just doing its thing. That does not mean that he won’t be embarrassed should a loud groan catch him off guard. Either way, stand next to this doctor on a busy day where he’s skipped lunch and keep an ear out. Perhaps you can hear those groans becoming gradually louder and louder as time goes by~

Hifumi Izanami - Almost sing-song-like, high-pitched gurgles- Preferred wording: It varies depending on the girl he’s talking to, otherwise he uses stomach: Hifumi’s stomach isn’t normally overactive, loud or really very vocal. It’s only on the odd occasion where he’s super hungry where it will whine like a neglected child. He’s usually sated and not hungry but Hifumi has a fairly good metabolism and can become hungry whilst working or chilling at home after a few hours of not eating. Should his belly groan while he’s working at the host club, suit on of course, he’ll just flirt it away “Do you hear that? That was the sound of me hungering for your love, how about some champagne?” In some awkward chat up line that somehow always works...much to Doppo’s irritation. He will change the wording and the way he acts about being hungry to match the girl he is currently with however, complain softly to those who like cute guys and acting refined about it to those who like mature men for example. Should Hifumi’s stomach grumble at home however he’ll whine to Doppo while cooking them both a dinner. He’s more likely to complain than he is to fluster at the sounds. Unlike Jakurai, Hifumi can drink on an empty stomach without getting tipsy as he’s built up an tolerance.

Doppo Kannonzaka - Average, each growl varies and is situational- Preferred word: Stomach or belly: Doppo eats normal foods at scheduled hours of the day. His lunch breaks are at the same time each day, his breakfast he eats at the same time each day and he presumably eats dinner with Hifumi at around the same time each day. Doppo’s stomach makes all sorts of noises, hungry or not and he finds it futile to attempt to stop them because he knows that they won’t listen anyway. His stomach has a mind of its own. Some days Doppo can be absolutely ravenous and not feel the bite of hunger with his stomach not making a peep, other days his stomach will groan loudly and uncontrollably, varying in pitch and tone. Should anyone hear this or dare I say comment on the sounds, he will blush and maybe even slam his head to the desk, cursing the world under his breath. He’s already way too tired to deal with the embarrassment of his random hungry stomach’s outbursts at work. He’ll have a bigger breakfast tomorrow he promises himself. Regarding Doppo and Hifumi - I would assume that they come home from work at separate intervals, one working a salary man 9-5 job with overtime and the other being a host (Presumably working the Shinjuku nightlife.) I imagine that they get at least one meal a day together aside from Hifumi’s days off. My prediction as someone who worked the nightlife in England for 6 years is that the two rarely get time together but do see each other, Hifumi would possibly have to work weekends but may get time off in the week of or work less shifts, then again he is supposedly Shinjuku’s number 1 host so that may not be entirely accurate. Anyway it’s all speculation and I would totally love to hear more about their living habits. Let me know what you think, I’m slowly going to work through asks on my day off but I’m more than happy to chat hypmic ;)

#H/ypnosis mic #Hunger #belly kink #headcanons #bellycanons #stomach growl

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mina-scribbles · 4 years

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Confessions

Hinata Shoyo x F! Reader (SMUT!!! some fluff, maybe)

Word Count: 2,166

Synopsis: You and Shoyo have always liked each other but never got around to tell each other that, until the one day he finds out that you’re starting to get serious with someone.

Warning: There is a bit of infidelity in this context. Read at your own discretion.

a/n: honestly of all the smut pieces I could write, I did not expect it to be about HInata the sweet little bean. But I guess this is for everyone who loves our sweet, tangerine boi. And ngl, Hinata gets hotter throughout the series so might as well. lmao

I wrapped my arms tightly around Shoyo, and he responded instantly, returning the embrace with stronger force. I held him as his shoulders shook. His sobs were faint, but I heard them.

My chest clenched at the sound like it recoiled from a punch. Words had no power right now. There wasn’t anything I could say either, none that would make him smile at me like he used to. I shouldn’t have been the one holding him right now. Anyone else but me, I wanted to tell him, but I couldn’t say no, not when it was probably the last time we’d ever be this close to each other. For a while anyway.

But Shoyo had insisted, saying that I needed to come over, that he had something to tell me. How could I say no to my best friend?

So I came, and as soon as he opened the door, he collapsed against me and broke into a sob.

Whatever he wanted to tell me was going to wait, but I already knew what he wanted to say, and I think he already knew that it wouldn’t change a thing.

When he finally pulled back, my shoulder was wet. I didn’t mind. Shoyo wiped his face with the back of his arm. When he lowered it, his eyes surprisingly weren’t red, just moist at the edges, his lashes still glistening with fresh tears.

“Um, I’m sorry, (Name),” he said with a sniffle. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

I shook my head. “It’s alright, Shoyo.” I didn’t dare ask if he was feeling any better as he led me to the couch in the center of the room.

Shoyo’s apartment was unsurprisingly untidy, but not very much. Unwashed dished piled at the sink. Various papers, books, notebooks, a pen and a pencil were scattered on the lone table right next to the couch. On either side of it were two chairs with one occupied by his open school bag in which the contents - some papers, a cellphone cable and a shirt - rested haphazardly.

I sat wordlessly on the couch with Hinata following beside me. I decided to let him take the lead on this one. I wasn’t going to be that person who pretended to know nothing, even when that’s how I wished I was - ignorant. Then again, what would that have done?

It would be easier for you, I answered myself. Easier for me while Shoyo suffered quietly.

“(Name), I wanted to tell you something,” Hinata finally said after a while, lifting his eyes from the floor to meet mine earnestly. “You probably won’t like it, but I felt like I had to tell you while it’s there. I mean, I don’t think it’ll ever go away, but I just wanted you to know.”

I only managed a nod, not trusting my mouth to open without him hearing my voice crack.

Shoyo took a breath, his fingers bunching around the fabric of his white sweats. He had on a pink hoodie. He looked so pretty and bright like a flower you’d pick from a meadow.

The only thing missing from his outfit was my favorite smile of his, but as he gazed at me now, with those wide brown eyes that instead of laughter, now shined with unshed tears.

“I like you (Name),” Shoyo said, meeting my eyes full on. “I always have, from the moment I saw you three years ago in our first year of high school when you became the team’s assistant manager. I’ve always wanted to tell you, but I never had the courage to until now. Now that…”

Now that I’m losing you, was what he wanted to say. I could tell from the way he bit his lip as his eyes glistened even brighter.

My breath hitched in my throat. My heart thrummed an uneven beat. Half of me sighed with relief, even let out a smile that pulled up one corner of my mouth. A small victory, I thought. At least I wasn’t as stupid as I thought I was. And if he was going to come clean, maybe I should, too.

“I like you, too Shoyo,” I replied and he gasped. I imagined his heart did the same thing mine did a second ago. “From the first moment you saved me from a ball hurtling towards my face.”

I smiled fondly at the memory. Shoyo remained frozen in his seat. “Guess we should’ve told each other sooner, huh?” I said, keeping my voice light but my chest became heavy.

That was the other half of me that sagged, the half that knew the inevitable, that it was too late, the half that had to stab the truth into each other because that was how it truly felt. “You won’t lose me, Shoyo. I’ll always be your friend.” It wasn’t a lie, but my tongue tasted bitter.

I didn’t like how it sounded, and neither did he. Shoyo nodded his head weakly. “Me too, (Name). I promise. I guess…I just hope he…he treats you properly.”

I nodded. “Me, too. But honestly it’s--we’re still starting off. Trying to find our footing around each other. That kinda thing.”

“So does that mean he doesn’t know that you like to watch cartoons when you’re sad or stressed?”

I shook my head.

“Or that you say you hate being given flowers because they just eventually die, but still love it when someone does give you them?”

I shook my head again, my lips slowly spreading into a smile.

“How about that you love classic literature but always end up putting them on hold because you read fan fiction more?”

“No,” I said, giggling. “I haven’t shared those things yet. And he doesn’t seem to be fond of reading so I didn’t try telling him that part.”

Shoyo was quiet, considering his words. “So you don’t trust him?”

I frowned. “I do, but not so much yet, no. We are still getting to know each other.”

“I--intimately?” Shoyo’s cheeks were red as he asked and I laughed heartily.

I shook my head. “No, Shoyo, not yet. I can’t give myself to someone I don’t trust that much yet.”

“Yet,” Shoyo repeated and we both went quiet for a bit, absorbed in our own thoughts. Then after a time, Shoyo turned his eyes back to me. There was a hard edge to them, a newly found determination.

“(Name), can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“But if you don’t want to do it, it’s okay. I just have to ask.”

“I have to do something?”

Shoyo nodded. He closed his eyes, breathed, and opened them again. “Would you kiss me?”

I froze in my seat, completely taken aback by the suggestion. My mind raced with images of me and Shoyo pressed up against each other. His lips slick, plump and soft as they moved with mine.

I’ve always wondered, but I never thought he would ever ask. And the only sure answer to this was no. I couldn’t kiss someone who wasn’t the one I promised I’d be in a relationship with.

Irritation boiled inside me then. Why couldn’t we have just told each other how we felt years ago? Would’ve saved us the trouble. The injustice. It wasn’t fair in any way. We liked each other, we always have. Right now we both wanted to be together but timing was a bitch.

No. I wpn’t have. It.

“Kiss me, Shoyo.” My voice was barely a breath, but he heard it clear as day in the silence of the room. Shoyo surged forward, cradling my face with gentle hands and captured my lips in a hungry kiss..

I gasped against him. They were as soft as I’d imagined. And warmer. More real. Tangible. My hands moved on their own reaching around his shoulders and behind his neck where my fingers played with the ends of his hair. An arm wrapped firmly against my waist, and Shoyo deftly lifted me up so I was seated on his lap.

“Shoyo,” I breathed when he broke the kiss to trail kisses down my exposed neck. His hands explored every inch of me - my waist, my breasts, my thighs, my ass. Underneath my crotch, Shoyo’s cock hardened and my body ground on it instinctively.

A groan escaped his lips and soon enough, I felt my bra unclasp around my chest and breasts spilled out freely against my tank top.

My nipples were taut against the thin fabric and Shoyo caught one of the buds in his mouth, sucking on it greedily. He pinched the other one, twisting and pressing it against his fingers.

My hips ground faster and harder. “Shoyo, please,” I whispered.

My voice didn’t sound like my own. It sounded like that of a starved woman who only got to taste what she truly wanted right now after years and years of waiting.

As Shoyo pulled the tank top off of me, caressing my breasts with his hands, cupping them, squeezing them and taking both of them in his mouth, I knew that’s what I was.

I was hungry. Had been so hungry for Shoyo for years and years that the feeling had become like an animal, growing a mind of its own that refused to listen to anything rational. My mind continued to yell that I stop, that all he’d asked for was a kiss, but the force in me continued, driving me to my knees till I was facing Shoyo’s crotch.

His cock poked hard and tall against his pants and without hesitation, I yanked it off along with his boxers. With both hands, I took the hardened length into my mouth and the moan that left Shoyo made my sex clench deliciously.

He bunched his hand in my hair as I bobbed my head up and down, licking him and sucking his whole shaft from the soft tip and down to where bis cock met his balls. My mouth was a salivating mess and around the small apartment, all that could be heard were the whirring of the air conditioner and Shoyo’s heavy pants and moans as I slurped his cock greedily.

Hinata’s fingers tightened around my hair when I quickened my pace, his moans growing more urgent, his hips bucking forward. “(N--Name), I don’t want to finish so early.”

With a loud pop, I released him from my mouth, wiped the drool off my face and crawled up to kiss him. In one smooth move, Shoyo had me pinned underneath him, not releasing me from the kiss. His tugged my panties off of me with deft fingers and once it was off, he ran two long digits against my wet cunt, spreading the lips to play with the swollen clit. I arched against him, releasing an erotic cry and Shoyo captured a tit in his mouth while rubbing slow, hard circles against the sensitive nub.

My hands tangled in his hair, tugging at it so he would bring his lips back to mine.

“Shoyo, please fuck me,” I begged, reaching down with a hand to stroke his cock and led it to the entrance of my throbbing sex.

He slid easiliy and painlessly inside me, making us both moan at the contact. Stars exploded behind my eyelids. Shoyo didn’t wait for me to adjust to his girth or his length and began to thrust. He pulled his cock in and out of me, long hard strokes that rocked me and made me cry out in pleasure with every hard thrust.

Shoyo sat up, still continuing to thrust and grabbed my hips, adjusting it better. When he found the perfect angle, his cock reached deeper into me and he pounded harder.

I lay there a moaning, panting mess. When my eyes were opened, I saw his face, painted in the most beautiful portrait at the height of erotica - his head thrown back in pleasure and mouth releasing boyish pants. And when my eyes were closed, I saw stars flashing against a red background with a wave gradually rising higher and higher beneath it.

Shoyo thrust harder, faster, his fingers digging deeper into my hips. The waves rushed higher, higher till finally, it crashed down back to the water in a huge torrent of blue and white. A loud cry tore itself from my throat as my orgasm took me. My walls clenched Shoyo’s cock and he too reached his climax, falling into me. Our hips continued to buck against each other till they slowed and stopped and all there was were our loud breaths.

Shoyo propped himself up with an elbow and met my eyes. His were bright, alive and wide awake. He kissed me once more, this time slower and more lingering.

When he pulled away, there was a smile on both our lips, and an understanding in our eyes. This was it. This was right. And it was time we started telling ourselves the truth.

#hinata x reader #shoyo x reader #hinata shoyo x you #hinata shoyo imagine #hinata shoyo #smut

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ikesenhell · 4 years

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The First Thing

You can find all other IkeSen/IkeVamp works of mine here! NOTES: AT LAST I RETURN. I made this almost explicitly to annoy @a-shout-to-the-void. I had to make an entire playlist to write this... you know that ‘boyfriend’ by Ariana Grande actually is very helpful for this? (and ‘bitches broken hearts’ by Billie Eilish, who knew) ---

When she started looking at him--really looking at him, investigating his features and cadence, memorizing the sound of his voice--she noticed his hands first. She never told him. If she’d asked what he wanted her to notice, she assumed Arthur would chuckle (in that delightful, infuriating, charming accent of his) and say, “Darling, aren’t there a thousand things about me you could look at?”

Famous author he was. ‘Pain in the ass’ could be added to that list.

His mouth was a liar and she wished it would shut up more often (the man wrote Sherlock Holmes and couldn’t catch a clue, apparently; his motor-mouth flirtations drove her insane). His eyes went along with the facade. What a liar the body could be!

But his hands? They were the crack in his armor. She learned the way he curled his fingers slow around mugs when he was thinking, curled playfully in teacup handles, rapped annoyance against his pockets. When nothing else in his flirtations gave him away, that did.

(As much as it was the chink in his mask, it was hers, too. It was the first thing she’d liked about him. His hands made her think he might even be tolerable.)

The second thing she liked was his idiosyncrasies. She wasn’t too given to sweets--she’d always preferred savory things--but the day she rapped on his door to deliver a fresh mug of coffee and a block of fudge, he was too distracted to disguise them.

“Set it down there,” he gestured, not rising from his typewriter (a horrific, spiderweb contraption that the Comte got for him and he so obviously hadn’t adapted to). “I’ll get to it.”

She set the platter down within his arm’s reach and set about collecting the other stray mugs around his room. When she turned, he was absently breaking off hunks of fudge and dropping it into the coffee, brow furrowed, chewing on his lip, pecking away with a single finger on the keys. It was almost charming. She thought about her grandfather doing his best with his home computer, hammering out emails punctuated with ellipses between his pointer fingers.

“Has no one taught you how to type on that?” She asked.

Arthur blinked owlishly over his frames at her. “Is there a certain way?”

Did Arthur Conan Doyle write by hand? She cast the thought from her mind and instead savored that he’d addressed her like a human being and not a snack conveniently wrapped in a skirt, that out of his vest and with his shirt slightly unbuttoned and the sweet abomination of chocolates in his coffee, he was almost lovable. She placed the last dirty mug on her tray and balanced it against her hip. “There is. There’s a hand placement that makes it easier. After that, it’s just practice.” A beat. “It’s sort of like playing the piano. Have you played?”

“No. I play violin.”

She almost asked, ‘like Sherlock Holmes?’ and thought better of it. “Well, I suppose it could be a little like that. Do you need anything else?”

“No. Thank you.” Arthur cast her a smile--a wonderful, ordinary smile. “I don’t suppose you’d teach this old chap how to type sometime?”

“I suppose I could do that, if Sebastian doesn’t need me at some point.”

Arthur’s eyes crinkled. “Well, do let me know.”

When she left the room, he was back to pecking away at the keyboard. She cast one glance back--he was slurping down the sludge of chocolate and sugar and coffee--and wondered if the warmth in her chest was something she ought to worry about.

---

The third thing she liked was his puppy. Vic was adorable; watching them cuddle and romp on the lawn behind the mansion warmed her heart. The spaniel bounded after her skirts as she hung the wash, rolled on her shoes and looked longingly up at her.

“Hey baby!” His head was silky under her fingers; obviously, he was cared for. Arthur, panting, caught up a few moments later.

“My apologies, my dear.” He played at an approximation of Napoleon’s bow, but too loose and formless, smiling all the while. It was so boyish and delightful that she smiled despite herself, heart surging. “It seems he’s gotten away from me. I’ll get him out from under you.”

“It’s no problem. I love dogs.” She scratched under the puppy’s chin, watching the tail wriggle on the grass. “I had one, actually. Her name was Neo, short for Neopolitan.”

“Neopolitan! What a divine name.” Arthur dove over Vic, nuzzling the spaniel. “Almost as regal as you, baby boy!”

She grinned and flapped out another shirt (one of Arthur’s, incidentally), pinning it to the line. “You’re not getting blood on your shirts anymore.”

“Am I not?” He shrugged, as if it were nothing at all. “Interesting. Vic! Want to play fetch?”

Vic yelped happily, darting away once more, and as Arthur cursed and scrambled to his knees after, she found herself watching as he ran.

---

Seasons turned, and so did they. As gradual as the waning months from summer’s height into the shimmering twilight of fall, everything changed.

“You know, my dear,” he said one night, hunched over the typewriter he still had not mastered (but he was using all of his fingers now at her instruction, which she considered a win), “I’m rather fond of you.”

“You’re fond of all women,” she replied easily, fixing his hand placement on the left. “You hit the ‘enter’ key with your little finger. Trying to use your ring finger like that is causing you problems.”

He wasn’t looking at the keys anymore. Those blue eyes were trained on her, mouth set in a long frown. “I’m serious.”

Was he? She faltered, uncertain of where to turn. Arthur showing vulnerability was almost impossible to comprehend. Was this a ploy? Was this how he lured so many women into his arms? Was this why his shirts were so often flecked with stranger’s blood? Come to think of it, that hadn’t happened in a while.

“I…” She trailed off. “I don’t know what you mean by that. I guess I’m getting close to everyone.”

His correction was as swift as sharp. “That isn’t what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

“Have you seen blood on my shirts recently? I’m not out looking for any old skirt to bring home.” He peered intently at her, waiting for a reaction. She stood stone-faced.

(Because what if he was just saying that? What if he--with all his quirks and humor and love of animals and quick tongue and razor mind--was playing the latest caper on her? What if he truly just thought she was someone to play with? What if this was all a sick game? Her heart hurt--it hurt, it hurt, it hurt under the weight of imagining him wrapping her in those arms, with the imagined long evenings in his room reading the latest books.)

“What,” she scoffed, disbelieving, “should I give you a piece of paper to check off to ask if you ‘like’ me or ‘like like’ me?”

Arthur cocked a brow. “Would that clarify things for you?”

She turned on her heel and left, swinging the bedroom door hard behind her.

---

Damn him, he was telling the truth.

Quizzing Theo was exactly as illuminating as she’d suspected it would be. He’d noticed Arthur’s recent change--that he came home from the bars at the same time without vanishing into some side room, that he was ordering alcohol (which he never did when he was chasing a woman), that he was drinking blanc like water (and he was, she could vouch to that--he kept ordering it to his room).

“Is there a reason for all the questions, Hondje?” Those piercing eyes cut straight through her. Determined to stay them, she slid another warmed pitcher of syrup to him.

“I mixed it with butter this time,” she told him. “The way my grandmother did. You’ll probably like it like that.”

He frowned, placated for the moment, and tested it on a bite of pancake. Success; his whole face illuminated. “Not bad, Knabbeltje.”

“Glad you like it.”

Theo reached out and caught her by the wrist before she could turn away, expression serious once more. “He’s fallen for you.”

(And she wanted to say ‘Good for him’ and pretend not to care, but she remembered the way his shoulders curved over a piece of paper as he wrote with an ink pen, how he could take the tiniest pieces of information and discover everything about it, how he’d smuggled so many of the encyclopedias into his bedroom that the Comte caved and bought Arthur a shelf full of his own, how he smiled when he was really and truly enjoying himself.)

She swallowed. “How do you know?”

Theo released her and leaned back in his chair, scowling as if he’d never cared to begin with. “Pretty sure you knew that already. If you hadn’t, you wouldn’t be here asking me all this.”

---

It was raining cats and dogs that night, and she hadn’t talked to Arthur in three days. But he was heading out with Theo to the pub, and Sebastian was nowhere to be found, so she took it upon herself to find their raincoats. By the time she returned to the hall, only Arthur was standing there.

“Where did Theo go?” She asked.

Arthur shrugged and pointed up the steps. “He forgot his wallet.”

It sounded like a lie, but it wasn’t delivered like one. Arthur’s hands remained telltale still at his wrists, picking at the buttons. She draped Theo’s coat across the rack and held out Arthur’s, helping him into the sleeves. He let her adjust his raincoat, eyes never leaving hers, not once. She just busied herself with the buttons. Then he took one step forward, gloved hands pinning hers to his chest.

"I know what game you're playing," he whispered. Was he serious? Joking? It was impossible to tell. "You're waiting to see if I’m serious or simply indulging a passing fancy."

Theo wasn't back yet. She swallowed hard. "Am I?"

"You are." A pause. He trailed his nose against the ridge of her ear and she shivered. "If I break and pick up a skirt at the bar. If I come back with blood on my vest. If I have someone else's perfume on. You don't trust me--not yet."

Her fingers, somehow, were bunched in his vest. She tried to ease up, turned her head away from him. He just followed. The slope of his mouth skated down against her neck and she wondered what it would be like for him to leave a hickey there instead. Would it burn like her heart did around him? She could smell his cologne and coffee and fudge and ink and it all spelled ‘Arthur’ in cursive letters, etched in the most primal part of her soul.

"Maybe," she hedged, breathless.

"No 'maybes', Love," he sighed against her. "But I'm a stubborn man. You'll see. I meant every word."

---

His whole body wrote love letters to her.

She knew it, too. He was so touchy when she’d first arrived at the mansion, and now--now the gulf between them was thick with the promise of all he might do. Arthur lingered around her shoulders, his hands deftly handing her pins to hang the laundry when she dropped them in the garden, appearing as if summoned when she needed something from a high shelf. It made her ache.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” she fussed at him in the pantry, soft so Sebastian couldn’t hear. Arthur smiled at her over his coffee mug, finger tapping. She was right.

“Am I?” He evaded.

“You are,” she pressed.

“What, praytell, am I doing?”

(Making me want you so badly I could scream. Ghosting around me.)

“Being a fucking dick.”

Arthur’s eyes blew wide with surprise, and then he laughed so loud and genuine that Sebastian appeared around the corner and squinted. “My! That’s a turn of phrase I didn't expect.”

“You deserved it,” she announced. “I’m not taking it back.”

She still corrected his typing when she came through to fetch his coffee mugs. He was fast now. The metallic hammer of keys echoed down the hall, silencing only when she entered. Thick flakes fluttered past his windowpane, falling in sheets over the gazebo, and Arthur looked up with a paintbrush and a capful of white oil paint.

She paused. “What are you doing?”

He scowled and motioned at the page. “Typo. That’s how I know I’m old; misspelling words that I ought to know better about. I found that it’s much easier to simply paint over the word, wind it back, and retype the blasted thing on top when it dries.”

Was that how White-Out got invented? She didn't mention that and instead commented lightly, “Smart.”

Arthur shot her a wink and a smile, turning in his chair and taking his coffee with murmured thanks. “What are you doing after this?”

“Nothing, I suppose. I was thinking about doing some journaling.”

His smile vanished into nothing, fingers rolling thoughtfully along the ceramic mug. At long last, he said, “Is that pressing?”

“I guess not. Why?”

“Then stay.”

Somewhere above them, Mozart’s piano started, a sonata he’d been slaving on for months. Apparently he’d finished it; the notes glided through the ceiling, echoing against her hammering ribs. Arthur waited, silent and pensive.

She swallowed. “What happens if I stay?”

“Nothing.” A beat. “Everything. Whatever you like.”

“What did you have in mind?”

Those blue eyes roved around the room, as if hiding all the things they could invent. “If I’m perfectly honest, I was thinking of a cuddle.”

“A cuddle? Just one?” She teased, propping her tray on her hip. “You Brits have to specify.”

He chanced a grin. “Well, perhaps more than one cuddle. We could sit together on the couch, perhaps read a while. Something quiet. Would that suit you?”

Overhead, Mozart hit a sour note of frustration and fell silent once more. She inhaled sharply.

“Two conditions.”

“I’ll have them.”

“One, I have to bring Sebastian his tray back. Two, I’m bringing you some rouge. You have to drink it beforehand.”

Arthur clicked his tongue, but smiled again. “You drive a hard bargain. I’ll take it.”

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He was pacing when she returned, sleeves rolled back, a few books lying on the coffee table as if he would need to sell her on any of them. He didn't. She shut the door tight behind her and handed him the rouge (which he drank a little too quickly, fingers fumbling with the stopper as if he’d never seen the bottle before).

“Well.” He slumped into the couch, bringing his legs up with him. “I laid out some novels--”

“Great,” she replied, and settled inbetween his legs to rest on his chest. “You enjoy them.”

Arthur inhaled. His pulse thrummed wildly against her ear, the smooth plane of him comfortable and easy. “Do… do you want any of them?”

“No. I’ve been working all day. I’m alright with resting.”

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her shoulder, hands cool and nervous on her skin. “I’ll admit, I didn't expect you to just go for this.”

She paused only a moment before admitting, “If I didn't just do it, I knew I was going to be too scared.”

“Too scared for…?”

“Doing what I wanted to do.”

Arthur’s hand--one of those honest, understanding hands--slid upward into her hair, easing her body upward along his. He was all high-strung sinew and bone and flesh, reassuringly solid and hypnotizing. His mouth against her forehead was a relief; against her ear, a taste; against her jaw, a promise; against her shoulder, a tease.

“Stay tonight,” he whispered in the curve of her skin. Only Arthur could make begging sound seductive. “Here, with me. Don’t make me let you go. You’ve only just arrived, I can’t possibly let you go now.”

She entwined her fingers with his (the very first thing she’d ever liked about him), relishing the ghost of his mouth against her skin, and then--oh, there he was, his lips near hers, and regardless of who leaned first she tasted him with abandon. She was more given to savory things, but when it was him, she supposed a little sugar didn't hurt. His tongue tasted of chocolate and coffee and moved so slow and smooth that when they parted, she gasped.

“Please,” he murmured, and punctuated it by sucking on her lower lip (damn writers; they always knew how to end a sentence).

“I’ll think about it,” she breathed, knowing full well the answer. “But you can try and convince me.”

#ikevamp #ikevamp arthur #The First Thing #fluff #slow burn #Ikemen Vampire #Yesha Writes

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roseprincesskristina · 3 years

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My Crimson Valentine ((POV))

((Hey people. 😊 Today, since Valentine's Day is just around the corner a little later, I had to write a special fanfic about everyone's favorite crimson hunter getting busy with a certain girl who is new in Abel City to visit him. Plus, it's a POV version for the ladies out there. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this story and Happy Early Valentine's Day 💘💘💘💝💝💝 😊✌))

The crimson hunter, lastly created by the late Dr. Albert Wily, previously known of the uncontrollable maverick who lusts for blood, carnage, even destruction increases his strength along with everything he possesses. Founded by the former leader of Hunter HQ before being escorted to be tested after the ferocious duel against him, until later on when the impossible virus had traveled it way within the strong balded crusader's armored anatomy away from the blonde irregular's helmet to successfully control the new host. Forming from evil to good has allowed him to join the organization which meaning by hunting down crazed evildoers that caused havoc upon peace. Hardly addresses himself as the hero, however to battle against difficult odds such as maverick while for those around that he believes in at heart, for his own will also. Throwing away the corrupted memories of his past which blinded his focus of a better future awaiting ahead as well as to embrace off multiple sadness from his body.

Now, as the irregular destroying commander of the 0th unit, lacking any clemency towards opponents and acts with a "too cool for school" attitude to lower his emotions instead of showing them to anyone expect his indigo comrade in arms. Ranked into an upperclass position, bearing with the energy beam sword for slashing down anything blocking his path. Aiding with his colleagues, brawling baddies, passed onto with additional power ups, the rest during numerous journeys. He is ultimately quite difficult to become defeated when it comes to danger calling him out, but not with assistance to accomplish any tasks at hand. This fearless swordsman in red is named Zero.

At last, slightly exhausted of every beatings along with rescuing the innocent like any super hero would always do, fully relaxed while the daylight is young, the golden locked hunter had peered his eyes towards you into a seductive persona. Lying onto his bed sideways with his hand planted on the manly thigh to await your appearance inside his dorm. Smirking with a satisfying preparation in mind for a guest of honor such as yourself.

"Mmmmm he he he he~... Well well~... Hello to you, my sweet young treat~ What brings you here to MY lair of awesomeness~? Just by looking at your expression, I suppose you're here to visit me or to earn my autograph, right~? Either way, it wouldn't even matter much anyway since I'm bored with nothing to do~ But what really does now is to amuse a cute little lady like you with my irresistible charms to hypnotize my fans~" The upperclassmen spoke deeply with a sexual tone, walking over and takes you by your hand into his room as a welcoming manner by stroking his hand under your chin. Placing you upon his bed. "So, why don't ya come inside and make yourself comfortable until I freshen up for a special surprise in store just for you~ BRB~" He winked at you, rising right out of his bed capsule to change into a different armor.

While waiting for the blush colored host, you would began to take out something from your backpack like a notebook to draw characters, anime or shapes in order to keep yourself occupied. Even to write a journal about your life. It was your time here in Abel City, never have seen or been here before to meet the legendary Maverick Hunter in the flesh. Or perhaps reploid, of course. You hummed while enjoying usual hobbies like in your house, loving nature even to make friends, pondering about such wonderful memories within your thoughts just to keep you happy and lively for the rest of your life through tough times. It truly warms your innocent heart all the way along with emotions, until a surprise sudden has called your attention....

"Hey there, gorgeous~ Thanks for the long wait for me to straighten myself up, didn't wanna get too.... messy around ya~.... " Outside the bathroom despite of his "freshening up" methods, hearing his voice aiming across the roam has made you look away from the notebook that you're drawing and directly at him, who is wearing nothing underneath his armor like the inner black suit, but into a sexy belly dancing attire to suit him quite better out of his under clothing. Revealing not only the body, yet secondly his most flawless treasure known to man: his diamond shaped navel of his abs, placed with an initialed Z shaped jewel inside, similar on his left shoulder. The appearing shade of redness shown itself in your cheeks during your first witness of your host's harden bods of steel completely in front of you.

"Awww~ Did I made ya blush, little girl~? I kinda love it when you look real nervous when you're around me~ Cause it really, REALLY turns me on~" Slurped the bright red sword wielder, approaching his irresistible self towards you, folding his arms behind the brighten locks of his tied up hair. Blinking his sparkling sapphire pupils slowly to create something even more consensual than before or after your arrival to surround you along with everything in his dorm. You began to feel speechless for a fast second, beholding his fairly gifted body before you now when he chuckled.

"Mmmm~ Giving the silent treatment, too, aren't we~? I like that in a human woman~" Anything about you has impressed the saber enhanced mentor even more than busting against his enemies in the hunting days when duty calls. Could be a waste of time, but not as long as you're here to make his life interesting. "So, beautiful~ Whaddya think~? Like what ya see~? Did my abs impress you~? No need to answer cause I'm already aware of that~ Let's put away the notebook and enjoy ourselves, shall we~" He said again, helping to throw away the book off your hands. Snapping his fingers automatically to initiate the sensual music before the beginning of his dance. Once again, you blinked while watching him jiggle his hips to the rhythm, back and forwards non stop. Several visions of him showering the pleasurable has blinded you away from the focuses about your life, being slowly imprisoned filled of little resistance left in your body to fight it off.

"Mmmm~ Damn, you look so delicious when I take a closer look at you~" Licked his clean filled of the starving metaphorical act, circling around you while slowly drawing his finger on your shoulder. "Even though you're a human, but it ain't gonna change the fact or my mind since you're here~ Lemme taste you for a bit to see if you're good enough to eat~ Meow~" He does that right away by licking your cheek, making you fluster into a shade of pink appearing in your face. "Hot damn~ Did my tastes buds lie~? Or is it telling the truth~? You truly ARE my sweetest dessert, babycakes~ Meaning that I'm gonna save YOU for later after my overwhelming performance~"

Dancing very closer to you, caressing all over his glistening armor as well as his body to approach once more. Seducing you by shaking more of his delectable manly hips with his might, polishing the crotch if necessary. Commencing to arouse your being becoming trapped in his grasps to never release or allow you to flee from his inescapable sights, pinning down your body of his hypnotic dance. Then, feeding on your thoughts with his sultry speech.

"It's no use trying to resist my urges, baby~ My body will consume you whole whether you admire it or not so try not to fight against it~" He compelled, positioning his finger into a "come over here" action to brainwash you. "Come on~ Let my poisonous effects absorb you~ Look into my eyes and rid yourself of those tragedies holding you down from your senses~ Submit to me, my innocent slave~ Obey my body forever~ Smoothingly erasing your worries from your mind and replacing them with images of the sunshine haired expert's erotic movements clearing off those irritating dirt of lies entirely out of your peeps, helping you to see perfectly even by looking at your maverick hunting host shaking his money maker for you. Complying his demands with the lack of free will to shield yourself away of something elegant, you had no other option but to surrender by gazing straightly at him into the middle of his dance.

"So~ What do you think of my stunning bods, little lady~? You like it, even when I punish myself for being a bad boy~? Hmm~? He he he he~ Then I'll take that as a yes~" He moaned while speaking to you sexually. "Well, how about I give you.....this to change your pretty little thinking~? Continually to please you the hardest, he would slowly remove the pierced jewel from his stomach. Placing it on the desk table. You would be able to watch carefully of his special present only for you to see instead of others, but your mind says to resist it for this "nightmare" will haunt you in your sleep forever. Once the gem has been confiscated out of the body, he "accidentally" insert one of fingers deeply inside his ravishing navel.

"Whoops~ He he he he~ My bad, darling~ Didn't mean to cause an accident to you like that~ Or did I~?" Grinned the A Class sword fighter, planning his act on you in the first place by circling deeper into his belly button. Extending out his tongue to rock it like in the concert to party all night, siding with shaking his thighs of continuation towards the dance.

"Unh~ Unh~ M...Mmm god, it feels so nice~" He spits out his longing yet magnificent moan all the way from his mouth trying to dash for freedom, drilling his finger into the dark cavern of the stomach more further. Pleasing you to death with every inch of his power but quietly. Over and over he punishes his stomach hole without trying to stop himself. "Ahhhh~ I love massaging my navel during off duties at peace~ It really takes my mind off of killing enemies~ But, I couldn't hide it from somebody so tranquil and quiet like you~" He refers to you, winking to arouse his guest by "cleaning" his deepen abyss of a stomach hole further. You slightly blushed from his unseen hobby, attempting to look for an escapable exit. However, nothing could ever work because of the frozen spell of his seduction pinned you down on the seat.

"Oh yeah~ Yeah~ Mmmmm, face it, pumpkin~ I know you wanna see me ground my deep, luscious, tasty, warm navel of mine for being very naughty~ Don't try to deny it~ You CAN and WILL love it when I play with it~ Or better yet, to let you taste it~" He spoke toward at you, placing a torturing spell which is impossible to break. More shades of red pinkish flustering substance had yet again made its appearance in your face, eyes stretched of shocking discovery, heart pumping in a repetitive beat. It's as if you have seen a boy band member saying your name to climb up onstage or earning a first gift. But this, right up front, is even more breathtaking than both all combined at once.

Forwardly into your ear, his calm voice enters within your mind. Purring seductively due to his obsession with his new plaything like you to have fun with.

"Purrrrrrr~" No matter how much you try or do that could drive the spell from your consciousness, that too, is unstoppable to leap out of. "It's already too late to back out from me, doll~ Cause there ain't gonna be an exit to save you now that you're all mine~" He said, tilting your head directly to him by his hand grappling your cheeks. "You know, before I met an adorable birdie like you, all I ever do was fight off maverick trash all freaking day without getting a single break, which is completely boring for my taste~ But now here you are, making my life a living heaven than hell like in my usual days as a hunter~" You nodded while listening. "I really like you that much, despite of being a human, but still~ " He comes at you, proceeding towards your face. "As a matter of fact, you mean the world to me, Valentine, and that's why.... I wanna taste and suck your irresistible at the same cause I'm so famished~ So, let's kill off the idle chat, shall we~? And lemme give you something to make you.... remember me in your dreams~ Let me kiss you~ So~ Badly~....." With everything pushed out of the way, the stern yet handsome reploid in red inserted his lips into yours deeply. Drinking the life out of you with a craved thirst before resuming his belly dancing routine. His perfect smooch has gave you a further blush.

"Mmmmmmmm~" So forever long, he softly yoinked himself from the perfect smooch given to you and licked. "God, you taste even better than the rest~ So delicious~" Swallowed the smirked hunter, enjoying your clear lips until he continue his undodgable dance of lust to please you rapidly. Secondly, the glorious cave of a navel to pleasure or play with as well.

That trick, especially the breath stealing kiss, had forced you to have a nosebleed right away from his unavoidable surprise than earlier before. Without holding any grudge against the blonde host's perfect symbol of desires that shuts down all worries from their minds, the only chance you have is to submit towards his beauty and enjoy it, refusing to turn back. Zero smiled gladly at you, wanting more of his fascinating dances to ease your boredom aside in the garbage where it belongs.

"So~ Finally enjoying my gift, huh~? Good girl~" He smiled rapidly, resuming his lustful dance for your enjoyment. "I'm so proud of you for cherishing a pleasant gift I rained on you, sweet treat~ For that, here's another one from me~...." For following his directions of the pleasurable belly dance, the handsome rose themed ex maverick lays his hands onto your soft cheeks while you are a little prepared for something much more....appealing? However, you have to allow him by accepting the second present until finally, he mashed his lips gently into yours. Tongue and teeth.

"Mmmmmm~....."

Your eyes started to open widely because of the seeping smooch warming up your whole heart upwards to 100%, blushing darker than earlier. While you slowly responded back, he continues to sink his kiss into your lips all day long, never to get enough of your existence for one minute just to stomp on his doomed past like an insect. Non stop after separating himself from lip locking with you, he continues his beautiful entertainment by dancing, especially navel pleasuring, to please you more than the first act while you're gazing towards him with both hands placed under your chin. Directly in front of you, he blow a kiss at you for further mood at peace.

"Mmmmmwah~..... Mmmm, thanks again for keeping company to shut up my boredom today, cutie~ You're just the one who never gets tired of my unbeatable charms~" Winked the high ranked blade user, impressed by your company to sleep away his exhaustion from dealing with endless hordes of irregular rabble rousers all the time. You replied with a nod, watching permanently of your die hard android in light burgundy with all your heart no matter what. Enjoying both his company, even the erotic dance as well.

He may become of the lone wolf type reploid who refuses to gain anyone's assistance during heart throbbing missions, roughing up tough mavericks without problems whatsoever. However, fighting alongside friends to be stronger foes than him or enemies combined has made the yellow headed mentor even too powerful other than his base state. Because companionship can make any dream succeed so long as everyone remains by his side always, even the true Maverick Hunter should realize this. Furthermore, no crime lovers including the inhumaniods baddies could ever escape from the beam sword bearer of Abel City when it comes to disasters knocking on the town's door without regret. But for now, he is finally relaxing during his off duty with the only person in store to interest his company instead of all else: You.

"Happy Valentine's Day, ladies~ Feel free to visit yours truly anytime~ Mmmwah~💖"

#megaman #mmx #zero #pov #valentine's day #fanfic #earlyvalentinesday2021

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remys-lucky-franc · 4 years

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Return to Coney Island - An Astoria Fic - Cerberus x MC (Grace)

I got a request for some Cerberus x MC Date Fluff from the lovely @mcbatty :) Thank you so much for requesting and I really, really hope you enjoy this!

Cerberus is just the sweetest, most joyous boy and I just want wrap him up in a big hug!! (I've only read his first season!) I am a huuuuuge sucker for soft boys with sad stories.

I've written this with my MC's name (Grace) but if you'd prefer to read it with a different name, let me know and I'd be more than happy to edit it in for you.

Word count ~1800 // Image Credit: http://nyc2way.blogspot.com/

No triggers or warnings on this wee fic, it's just fluffy and feel-good! <3

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"Grace, do you need help? What are you doing?"

Cerberus pokes his head around the door-frame, muscled arms folded across his broad chest as he shakes his head smiling at his girl; she's packing food into a tote bag on the counter.

"You know they have places we can eat on Coney Island, right?"

Grace zips the bag up and stretches up on her toes to place a kiss on his cheek as she scoots past him towards the bedroom, calling behind her,

"I know, but I thought it would be nice to take some snacks for a beach picnic, then we can get something else later? Plus, I'm sure you'll manage!"

Cerberus chuckles as Grace reappears in a cute cap and a pair of shades,

"I won't let the picnic go to waste, I promise. Ready?"

Grace hands him their bag of munchies and links her arm through his as they head out of the door and towards the station.

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Cerberus is bouncing on his toes as the Q train arrives, energy radiating from him,

"This was a great idea, Grace! Really cool way to spend our day off!"

Finding a seat on the busy carriage, their knees bump as the train starts to move. Cerberus intertwines his fingers with Grace's as she murmurs,

"I thought it would be nice to go back and just have a good time? When we went before we were on the look out for... You know..."

Cerberus looks stoic for a few moments, finally commenting,

"We weren't even 'together' yet, last time when we came here."

Grace nods happily as she squeezes his hand,

"But we are now."

The train speeds through Brooklyn towards their destination as Cerberus helps himself to the club sandwiches that Grace packed, laughing as she rolls her eyes, telling him that they were supposed to be for the beach.

Time flies as they chat about work, ideas for vacation and future dates. Before they know it, an hour has passed and they're ready to disembark at Stillwell Avenue. Heading out of the station, Cerberus wraps an arm around Grace's waist, planting a soft kiss on the top of her denim hat as he squeezes her close for a few steps, his arms remaining draped around her as they walk. Grace feels a blush colouring her cheeks at the casual intimacy of his touch: she loves the way he wants to be close to her always, how affectionate he is.

Reaching the beach at the east side of Luna Park, Cerberus lays down a round beach blanket printed to look like a pepperoni pizza, placing their picnic bag down at the end before plopping himself in the middle. Beaming up at Grace as she pulls a bottle of sunscreen out of her purse, waggling it in his direction, he stretches, pulling the dark grey t-shirt over his head, laughing and taking the bottle from his girl. Grace stealthily admires his frame from behind the camouflage of her sunglasses, taking the bottle back, applying some to her arms and sprawling down on the giant pizza beside him. Grace delves into the bag, tossing a bag of potato chips to Cerberus who catches them effortlessly. Grace sets up a little speaker on the blanket and connects the 'Day at the Beach' playlist she created especially for today while Cerberus happily tosses chips into his mouth, tapping his foot to the beat, watching the world go by. They lie there people-watching, watching the shapes of the clouds in the sky change, soaking in the atmosphere and the sunshine for a while before Grace spots a vendor selling watermelon. She grabs her purse, ruffling Cerberus' shaggy brown hair then jumping to her feet,

"Wait here! I'll be right back!"

Cerberus shakes his head and fixes the hair that Grace mussed up as he watches her jog effortlessly across the sand, his heart swelling as he watches her. As she disappears from his line of sight, he takes out his phone and checks the group chat he has with his brothers, waiting for her to return. Before he's realised, she's back, carrying two watermelons with neon straws in them! A peal of laughter rings out of Cerberus as he looks at the giddy grin on her face,

"What did you get?!"

Grace giggles as she hands him one, sitting down cross-legged opposite him,

"Try it!!"

Cerberus cocks his head to the side, watching her bright eyes dance with mischief, before taking a big slurp through the straw, blinking hard as he swallows and lets out a small cough,

"That's... Pretty strong stuff, Grace..."

She beams at him as she takes a dainty sip,

"They scoop out all the watermelon, then blend it with ice and vodka and put it back inside!"

He takes another sip, acknowledging,

"It pack a punch but it's really tasty! Hey, come here, let's send Orthrus and Nemean a selfie?"

Grace shifts herself so that her back is against Cerberus' chest as he stretches his arm out, making sure both of them, and their tropical-looking vodka watermelons are in the shot,

"Say, 'Watermelon!'..."

Cerberus laughs heartily as he presses his cheek against hers, snapping the shot as they mouth in unison,

"Watermelon!"

He grins, wide and white, as he sends it, then sets it as his lock screen wallpaper.

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After having enough sunbathing, Cerberus and Grace gather their belongings, strolling hand in hand along the bustling boardwalk, feeling slightly tipsy from the spiked slushie. Cerberus pulls Grace towards the carnival games, a flash of excitement in his eyes, spotting the Strongman Game, and the variety of stuffed animals hanging up for the winner... Grace wraps her arms around him from behind as he stops in front of the game, grinning at the attendant. He pays the fee and accepts the mallet, staring at the bell, twenty feet in the air. Graces stands back as he effortlessly swings the mallet in a perfect arc, clean and high, landing squarely on the lever. The puck flies up the tower striking the bell hard! Cerberus drops the mallet with a ‘woop’, gathering Grace in his arms and spinning her around and around in the air as she squeals and giggles. He kisses her as he places her back on the ground, gesturing toward the prizes,

"Which is your favourite, Grace?"

She shrugs her shoulders, scrunching her nose as she answers, sounding almost shy,

"You're my favourite. You choose?"

Cerberus' mouth opens like he's about to say something, but he just winks at her instead, turning towards the attendant, reappearing moments later with the biggest, fluffiest, plush bear Grace has ever seen! The bear is so large, that he's almost obscured behind it, his head poking around from behind it, cracking up with laughter,

"Did I pick well?? Do you like him??"

Grace wraps her arms around the bear and her boyfriend, laughing so hard there are tears in her eyes,

"Like him?! I love him!! And I love you!!"

Cerberus beams as he tries to manoeuver the bear out of the way, with somewhat limited success, to kiss Grace,

"What shall we call him??"

Grace, running her fingers through the bears soft fur, winks at Cerberus as she speaks,

"He's big and soft and snuggly, just like you. How about Bear-berus?"

Cerberus disintegrates into hysterics,

"Bear-berus it is!"

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After playing various other funfair games, Grace smirks at a blushing Cerberus when his stomach growls loudly,

"You wanna get some food?"

He nods quickly as Grace catches his fingers in hers, dancing across the boardwalk towards Nathan's. The diner is jam-packed and loud with a jukebox playing and patrons laughing and joking, enjoying their day at the beach. Cerberus, Bear-berus and Grace squeeze into a booth together, ordering a couple of their famous Chilli Dogs with fries and a large chocolate milkshake to share. She smiles softly as she watches Cerberus tuck into the food: she loves being with him. Everything about his is so genuine, so honest. He makes her feel like she can do anything when they're together. She feels so lucky to have him.

Grace has barely touched hers by the time his is gone, and he's ordering a second portion of fries. His face colours as she tries to hold back a chuckle,

"I knew a portion to share wouldn't be enough!"

Cerberus drains at least a quarter of the milkshake before grinning at her up at her,

"I think Bear-berus ate most of them when we weren't looking... You know, we should come back here next time Orthrus, Nemean and I all have the day off: they'd love this."

Grace laughs,

"We may have to call in advance to make sure they have enough food!"

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Leaving Nathan's, the couple call into the hall of mirrors on their way to the Ferris wheel, giggling and pulling faces at each other in the distorted glass. Tears roll down Grace's cheeks as they stop in front of one particular mirror that makes her look tall and broad and Cerberus short and skinny, crushed under the weight of the giant fluffy bear; she pulls out her cellphone, snapping a photo of their hilarious reflection and sending it to May.

Finally arriving at the Ferris wheel, they join the slowly moving queue. Cerberus toys with Grace's ponytail,

"Last time when we got to the top we never got to enjoy the view, we were so busy looking for Thanatos."

She nods,

"You're right. But this time, we can really enjoy it properly!"

Bending down, Cerberus kisses Grace gently,

"I enjoy everything when we're together, Grace. Even the stuff that shouldn't be fun, like queueing."

Grace pulls his lips back to hers,

"Same."

When they reach the front of the queue, Cerberus jokes with the attendant that he needs three tickets: one for him, one for Grace and one for the bear. The attendant smiles, telling him that anyone that cute gets on for free. He beams joyously as he quips,

"Hey Grace, you're so cute you get to ride for free, we only need to pay for me and Bear-berus!"

Tugging Grace's hand they find their seat and are secured in place by the attendant before they soar into the sky. Cerberus swings his dangling legs as they near the top, breathing in the fresh air as he turns to Grace,

"This has been a perfect day!"

Grace's head lolls against his shoulder as she sighs contentedly,

"Mmmh-hmmm..."

Cerberus' bright eyes smile as he tips her chin up to look at him, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles,

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

Grace reaches up stroking his cheek tenderly , her eyes flitting between his amber eyes and the warm curve of his lips,

"I love you."

Cerberus closes the distance between them, whispering against Grace's lips,

"I love you too."

They settle there, happy and comfortable with each other, enjoying the view as they sail through the sky together: a perfect end to a perfect date.

#lovestruck fic #lovestruck requests #Cerberus x mc #Astoria fic #Cerberus x mc fic

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Overpowered Part 7 [FINAL] (Branjie)- athena2

A/N: Well, the last chapter is here and I’m in my feelings. Three months ago, I was looking at Brooke’s superhero runway look and couldn’t get this idea out of my head. I decided I really wanted to write it even if no one would read it. The response this fic has gotten has blown my mind. Every comment, like, reblog, etc. has given me such joy and it honestly means the world to me; the sequel definitely wouldn’t have happened without your support. I’ve put my heart and soul into this for 3 months, and I’m really happy with the ending. Thank you, thank you, thank you, to everyone that read, commented, liked, shared, etc. If I could thank each one of you, I would. I’ve got some exciting new works planned, and I hope you’ll stick around to read them!

Also, thank you @writworm42 for helping me get the final scene together

Brooke’s fingers constantly drift to her ring, like she needs to touch it just to prove that it’s real.

To prove that her entire life is real.

When the worries break through and threaten to consume her, when she struggles to see herself as anything other than a burden weighing Vanessa down, Vanessa’s promise to love her forever and always be there for her echoes in Brooke’s brain and forms a protective shield over her, fears and doubts ricocheting off and banished from her mind.

Her vows in return extend the same protection, and she hopes it makes Vanessa feel safe when she struggles herself. She hopes Vanessa knows that Brooke will always love her no matter what.

She rubs the smooth ring in their hotel that morning, trying to calm the bouncing in her leg as Vanessa sleeps. Vanessa had been too excited to sleep much on the train, and Brooke is so grateful Vanessa didn’t even mention flying down to Florida, that she was willing to spend a whole day on a train for her, that she’ll let Vanessa sleep all day if she needs to.

She pulls out her notebook and flips through the pages Vanessa had written her for Valentine’s Day, all her favorite memories the two of them made. Brooke giggles to herself as she reads about when she and Vanessa made pizza, and Vanessa tossed the dough in the air and got it stuck to the ceiling. She’s reading about the time they were on patrol and took a break to play in the snow when Vanessa’s phone blares. Brooke jumps, papers scattering over her lap, and Vanessa rolls over with a groan.

“This hoe can’t even leave us alone on our honeymoon,” Vanessa grumbles as she puts the phone on speaker.

“I have exciting news I think you’ll like to hear,” Silk announces grandly.

“The last time you had exciting news, it was about the crunch wrap at Taco Bell, so-”

“Quake and Shockwave are going away for life in the Pacific Prison. They’re gone, and I mean it this time,” Silk cuts Vanessa off.

Neither of them speaks. The Pacific Prison, on the other side of the country, was reserved for the worst criminals.

Vanessa ends the call, and Brooke turns to her, wetness in the corners of her eyes. “We’re really safe, Brooke,” Vanessa says. “They can’t touch us again.”

They embrace in the bed and Brooke holds on to Vanessa and this moment, completely wrapped up in the security like a blanket.

They break apart, and Vanessa pushes tangled hair out of her eyes and pulls her clothes on. “You could have woken me earlier,” she insists.

“I wanted to let you sleep. Besides, we have time. We have the whole week.”

We have our whole lives, she thinks, and today is just the beginning. —

They decided on Disney for their honeymoon. Vanessa hasn’t been since she was a kid, and Brooke is pretty sure she went before, but can’t remember it that well.

They talked and laughed and pointed out all the animals and weird billboards they saw out the window on their train ride, which Vanessa had booked without hesitating over the 24-hour journey; she knew without question that flying wasn’t an option.

They run through the gates at Magic Kingdom and Brooke is bouncing up and down, and Vanessa couldn’t stop smiling if she wanted to. She feels like a kid again, the sky bright and a perfect day blooming in front of her. They approach the castle and Brooke gasps.

“I’ve been here before!” she exclaims. “I think I was 9, maybe?” She rubs hard at her temples, trying to force the memories to come, and Vanessa is about to ease her hands away and tell her it’s alright if she can’t remember when Brooke claps. “The train ride! There’s a roller coaster like a train! Can we go on it?”

“Of course we can,” Vanessa laughs. “You’ll like Splash Mountain too. That one was my favorite. It’s a water ride.”

“You go in the giant log!” Brooke shrieks. “I remember!” And she grabs Vanessa’s hand and they wade through old memories as they make new ones.

They get matching ears and stuff themselves with so many mouse-shaped foods that Vanessa almost hurls on Thunder Mountain, which Brooke drags her on three times in a row.

They have to dial back their strength before they break the wheel on the teacup ride, and Vanessa may or may not speed past some screaming 5-year-olds to get a front row seat on Splash Mountain, a decision she regrets slightly after the mammoth order of chili cheese fries she and Brooke split.

She can’t remember the last time she felt so carefree, so weightless. She thinks she could actually float away. Brooke is by her side, slurping at her second ice cream cone (sometimes Vanessa thought the ice powers were scarily accurate), and there’s nowhere she’d rather be, no one whose arm she’d rather have around her shoulders on the It’s a Small World ride.

That night she kisses Brooke as red and blue fireworks soar and fizzle in the black sky over the castle, and just like on their wedding day, the explosions of joy inside her rival any in the sky. —

They come back home and resettle into life as a married couple. It’s honestly not that much different than it was before. They volunteer at the animal shelter together again, cats and dogs licking at their hands. They make dinner together, looking for any excuse to bump shoulders or brush arms as garlic is chopped and spaghetti boils. They wedge themselves into the couch with all three pets, Vanessa flicking through channels while Brooke flips through cookbooks. They go to bed with limbs intertwined, difficult to tell where one ends and the other begins.

They fulfill their vows everyday. Brooke insists on patrolling when she isn’t feeling well, and Vanessa tucks her into bed that night and spends the next day swirling honey into tea to soothe her throat, simmering chicken soup, and laying cold washcloths on her sweaty forehead. Vanessa gets deep into it with a villain going after a young girl, fists flying and rage burning, and Brooke cleans all her cuts and spreads cream on her bruises and massages her aching muscles, helping the anger ease out on a wave of gratitude that the girl wasn’t harmed.

They each go to Nina, and Brooke dutifully takes her medication every morning. Progress takes time and isn’t always in one direction, Nina reminds them both as they continue to heal.

They zip through damp spring air, Frost maintaining her death grip on the handle, Yvie with her legs draped across Scarlet’s lap in the backseat while they hold hands, Vanjie howling out the window on their way to another crime.

People come up to them and deliver sincere thank you’s thick with tears, two young kids throw their arms around all four of them in turn, and for all the joking and griping, for all the fears and doubts, they know that keeping people safe makes it all worth it.

That battling supervillains and battling your personal villains equally make you a hero. —

Brooke reads her file again, piece by piece. She knows to do it with Vanessa or Nina, after she read it alone one day and wound up on the bedroom floor, knees to her chest, the tide of panic so strong and swift she couldn’t fight as it overtook her and stole the air from her lungs.

She learns that she was an only child and that her parents died when she was 20, a few months before she began dancing professionally. She started in on the business side of the company six years later, working her way up, and was the youngest co-director in the company’s history, her heart filling with disbelief and a long-ago pride as she reads, Vanessa’s steady hand on her shoulder grounding her.

The nightmares aren’t as frequent, and she gets occasional flashes of her life pre-lab, sometimes just a random image, like a photograph floating through her mind. Sitting at a desk doing homework, her tiny hand clutching a stuffed monkey, a glittering gold dance trophy, smiling in her black graduation robe.

She still gets big ones, flashbacks that feel like they last for days, depleting her energy while the horror of memory traps her in its grasp, helpless until it ends. She manages them easier now, knows to lie down afterwards and let her body and mind rest.

She decides to tell Yvie and Scarlet what happened. Nina said it was her information to share, and she wants to share it. Brooke trusts them, and she’s pretty positive they won’t pity her or think any less of her, and they don’t. They both shed tears and give her big hugs and say how happy they are that she’s healing now.

Ra’jah said that with all the complicated drugs the lab gave her, most of them advanced and untested, it’s likely she won’t regain all her memories, and Brooke is genuinely okay with it. After over a year of being locked in a cage she didn’t know was a cage, not knowing the happiness she was being denied, not even knowing her own name, any memories at all are special and enough for her. She writes down her flashes and dreams and revisits them, focuses on the memories and the delight, or sorrow, or nerves she might have felt at the time.

And every day, she makes new memories. Memories of blowing flour at Vanessa across the kitchen. Memories of slow-dancing in the living room at midnight, heartbeats replacing words. Memories of Vanessa tripping over Apollo after said slow-dance, both of them laughing till they cried, sharing crinkly-eyed grins.

Just like Nina told her to do in one of their first sessions, she lists things she does know.

She knows that she is in a much better place than she was a year ago, both mentally and physically.

She knows her parents loved her in the flashes she gets, even if she doesn’t remember completely.

She knows she has friends that love and support her.

She knows she loves Vanessa, and Vanessa loves her.

She knows that she will continue to do the best she can. —

Vanessa knows something’s up when Brooke picks at her food and excuses herself right after dinner, but she’s not sure what until Brooke emerges from the bedroom with her pointe shoes on, brow furrowed and teeth digging into her bottom lip.

“Vanessa, I…I want to show you. I want to dance for you.”

Vanessa has wanted to see Brooke dance since Christmas, but she didn’t say anything because she didn’t want to put that pressure on her.

They move the coffee table and Vanessa seats herself on the couch while Brooke stands, eyes on her feet. Her shoulders rise up and down twice, then she nods to herself, and starts to move.

Vanessa remembers when they used to fight, when Brooke’s fighting techniques were so graceful and elegant that Vanessa thought she seemed out of place as a fighter, like her body should be doing something else. Now, she knows exactly what that something is.

Brooke spins and twirls and jumps and Vanessa’s eyes are wide, forcing herself not to blink because she doesn’t want to miss a second. Brooke moves so exquisitely, so beautifully, that their living room transforms into a stage and her leggings and T-shirt become a delicately sewn costume. Vanessa is lucky just to take her beauty in.

Whatever nerves Brooke was showing melt away. Her eyes are bright and focused, not a hint of hesitation in her movements. It’s the most confident Vanessa has ever seen her.

She makes it look so natural, so easy, though Vanessa knows if she tried it she’d be flat on her ass with a broken ankle.

Her eyes have the same sparkle as when they went to the ballet last week: like a missing part of her had been found again. —

Brooke’s not sure when, but at some point while she dances, she stops thinking and simply lives. There’s no couch, no walls, no ceiling to box her in or imprison her. Even Vanessa fades into the background. There’s no thought of what move is next, no consideration of what criminals she’ll stop later; it’s just the air flowing around her, existing solely to whoosh past her limbs as she goes up on her toes and spins around, and it feels like flying.

She’s been practicing in their room, studying YouTube videos and observing herself in the mirror, but out here is different. She has the space to roam, and she’s not going cross-eyed staring into the mirror looking for her flaws.

She just lets herself go, lets herself be.

Nina was right. Even though she’s not perfect, it doesn’t matter; she feels each stretch in her muscles, mind quiet and calm as her body takes over, every atom of her being alight with pleasure. She didn’t need to be perfect. She just needed to be free.

She finishes with a flourish and a deep breath, oxygen going in and intensifying the good ache deep in her muscles, and Vanessa bursts into applause.

Heat floods her cheeks. “You liked it?”

“Liked it?” Vanessa scoffs. “That was incredible, Mary!”

“I just-” A sob swallows Brooke’s response, cheeks damp without warning. She can’t explain it, wouldn’t even know how to start. There truly aren’t any words; the closest she can manage is a bird spreading its wings for the first time, nothing to hold it back.

Vanessa rubs her back in understanding. “You don’t gotta talk. Just let yourself feel it.” She takes Brooke’s hand. “I’ve never seen anything like that. Seriously, Brooke.”

It’s like the lab’s chains never even bound her.

It’s like a part of her she thought gone forever has come back to her. —

“I’ve been thinking of working with A’Keria,” Vanessa admits one night, head on Brooke’s chest and arm around her waist, stroking her hip.

“Instead of at the base, you mean?” Brooke questions.

She nods against Brooke’s skin. “She said the woman who owns the salon is looking for someone to do make-up, and that’s what I used to do, you know? I mean, working at the base is great, but I think I need a bit of a change.”

The base is calm, and predictable, and she had needed that stability when she first got her powers and was readjusting to the world. But now she’s ready for more, something besides reviewing case records and running daytime city monitors.

“I think that’s a great idea.”

“You do?” Vanessa had thought so herself, but it also seemed like too big of an idea to think was good on your own; the kind of idea where you wanted to see what someone else thought of it.

“Yeah. If you want to do it, I think you should.” Brooke’s voice is enthusiastic, fingers twirling Vanessa’s hair.

“I think I will.” She pauses before her mouth opens again. “Have you thought about leaving the base, doing a different day job? Maybe you could work at a ballet studio or something?”

Brooke is silent and Vanessa holds her breath. Brooke’s been doing great lately, especially with her meds, but changing jobs is a big deal for anyone and maybe she shouldn’t have asked.

“I’ve talked about it with Nina before,” Brooke answers right as Vanessa is about to tell her she doesn’t have to. “I…I think I’d like to. Eventually. I know I’d have to work on it with Nina. I mean, the last job I had was 2 years ago and I barely remember it, and I’d have to do interviews and stuff and just thinking about it makes my stomach hurt-”

“Hey, hey, just breathe,” Vanessa soothes, feeling Brooke’s chest tighten and her heart take off beneath her. “I know that would be hard for you. You don’t have to be in any rush. You just be you. If you decide to change, I’ll be here to help you. If not, I’m here too. I’ll always be here.”

Brooke’s lips are soft against her temple. They fall asleep quickly, and she calls the salon the next morning. —

“Are you sure you want Vanessa to teach you to drive?” Yvie asks, fixing Brooke a pointed stare as she sips orange juice.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Vanessa demands across the table.

Scarlet pipes up. “Well, we drive around with you in that death trap of a car every night-”

“I know how to drive,” Brooke insists. “I just haven’t done it in a while.”

The lab gave her a motorcycle to use on her missions and to go to her appointments, though they sometimes drove her home in a security car depending on how out of it she was after the drugs hit.

“Vanessa’s a decent driver,” A’Keria starts.

“Thank y-”

“If your only other option is walking,” A’Keria finishes around a mouthful of toast.

“Hey!”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Brooke cuts in. “I mean, I just want to go to the grocery store, not-”

“Drive for NASCAR?” Silk snorts.

Vanessa takes her to an empty lot that afternoon. Brooke keeps readjusting her sweaty hands on the wheel. The last time she’d driven had been in a downpour, her worried focus enabling her to see through raindrops and her own teary, bloodshot eyes, to get Vanessa from the cemetery Brooke knew she went to when she was upset.

“You gotta take your foot off the brake,” Vanessa instructs softly.

“I know, I know. I’m just…nervous.”

“Nothing to be nervous for, baby. I won’t let anything bad happen.”

Brooke nods and eases onto the gas. She breathes in and out as the car glides across the pavement. It’s…okay. Sure, they’re going about 15 miles an hour, but she finds her grip loosening as she makes easy turns and changes directions.

“You’re doing great!” Vanessa encourages. “Maybe I’ll open up a driving school!” —-

“We really do have cake for everything, don’t we?” Scarlet muses. “Brooke’s like a lesbian Martha Stewart.”

“Bold of you to assume Martha Stewart isn’t already a lesbian,” Yvie murmurs thoughtfully.

“I didn’t see you complaining over those tree cupcakes for Arbor Day,” Silk states.

Vanessa digs into the chocolate cake, her leg nestling against Brooke’s under the table. She just started at the salon that day and Brooke wanted to have pizza and cake for her, spending the afternoon on caramel filling and cream cheese frosting.

It’s only been a day, but she already knows she loves it there, feels some of the old Vanessa peeking through, delighting in the salon gossip with A’Keria and the other girls and helping her clients feel good. And the best part is, she’s just Vanessa. No one knows about Vanjie, and she can focus on powders and lipsticks instead of weapons and fighting tactics.

It’s comforting to know the old Vanessa isn’t entirely gone. —

“There’s, um, there’s a job opening at this ballet studio. The same one that did the show Vanessa and I went to,” Brooke explains.

“And you’re interested in it?” Nina prompts.

“Well, maybe I could- I mean,” she sighs and starts again. “I want to. I-I think I might be able to, but I would need some help. Is that okay?”

“Brooke, that’s wonderful! I do think you could take on something like this, and we can talk about anything you’re fearful of or think you need help with. This is a big step and I’m proud of you. I want to tell you that again, Brooke. I’m very proud of the progress you’ve made. I know it hasn’t been easy for you, but you’ve worked so hard and you deserve to be proud of yourself.” Nina’s voice washes over Brooke and her insides heat up.

“You really think so?” Brooke asks, grin breaking free.

“I know so,” Nina affirms. “Think of how far you’ve come. Remember our first session?”

Brooke did, face flushing at the memory. Even though she knew Nina wasn’t that kind of doctor and Vanessa promised Nina wouldn’t hurt her, Brooke sunk into the chair with her knees against her chest and her head down, and Vanessa had stayed outside the door just in case. But Nina had been kind, and told Brooke to use her first name instead of Dr. West, and by the end of the hour, Brooke was at least able to lift her head up.

“Yeah.”

Nina smiles. “You hardly talked. But look how much more comfortable you are now. I know you still have days that don’t go as well as you’d like, but you’re still here, and you keep working. Have pride in that, okay?”

Brooke nods because she can’t speak around the lump in her throat. Brooke has felt the changes in herself, but to have someone else, someone like Nina, notice and tell her she’s doing well, is a kind of pride Brooke can’t describe.

“Oh, and Brooke?”

“Yeah?”

“Speaking of progress, do you remember when I asked you to try not to apologize when you’re here?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, it’s been an hour, and you didn’t apologize once.”

Brooke’s eyes narrow and all she can do is stare at Nina in disbelief, rifling through her words from the past hour. Sure enough, she can’t remember an apology passing her lips.

For just a second, Brooke almost apologizes for not apologizing, I’m sorry’s second nature to her.

Brooke closes her mouth, suppressing the reflex, as Nina’s words sink in. It may have taken over 6 months from when Nina asked, but she did it.

Progress takes time, Nina always said, and while some small part of Brooke thinks something like this shouldn’t have taken so long, she knows not to measure herself with shoulds and shouldn’ts. Her progress is her progress.

Her face spreads into a wide smile. “That’s, um, that’s good then,” Brooke manages.

Nina smiles back. “It sure is.” —

Vanessa’s been at the salon a month now, thriving like a summer flower after a cold winter. Her body is strong and focused, and with Nina’s blessing, she starts doing monthly therapy sessions instead of weekly ones.

She nuzzles against Brooke one night and cautiously slips her hand under Brooke’s shirt. Usually Brooke would go rigid when Vanessa got too close to her scars. One time she even pushed her hand away, like she was ashamed of them.

But tonight, she doesn’t. She tenses the tiniest bit, but then the muscles relax again. “It’s okay,” Brooke murmurs, and Vanessa sets her fingers, warm with love, over Brooke’s icy skin.

Her fingers brush over the tiny one between her ribs, then the one below it, the one Vanessa stitched herself after Brooke took a bullet for her on the night that they- and the life they have- began. She warms the one just above her waist, where the doctor shot her.

And then her hand roams up to the big one, the thick, raised line that starts at the hollow of Brooke’s chest and runs to her abdomen; based on her file, this is how they’d repaired the internal damage she sustained in the crash.

She knows Brooke has always been torn about her scars, much like Vanessa is about the one she got from the lightning strike. They are permanent reminders, etched on skin, that they suffered through things no one ever should. But they’re also signs that they survived those things, that they’re still living.

She rests her hand over Brooke’s heart, the gentle beat calming beneath her hand. Instead of telling Brooke that the scars make no difference to her, that they don’t make her any less worthy of love, she lets her hand speak as it warms Brooke’s body, hoping Brooke understands that Vanessa loves her no matter what.

The knowing look in her green eyes says that she does, and Brooke slides her hand up Vanessa’s shirt, stopping at her hip. Vanessa nods, and goosebumps form as Brooke’s hand smooths over the small pink scar on her chest before settling on her heart.

They just lay there, arms tangled up, hands on each other’s hearts, pulsing against their touches.

It reminds her of their first night together, no need to talk as their touches exuded more love than words could ever describe, as their hands delicately explored each other’s faces, unaware that the lips and noses and cheeks they were touching would soon become familiar terrain.

Unaware that they would soon come to recognize the sound of each other’s breathing.

Unaware how big a space they would soon occupy in each other’s hearts. —

The July night is warm, and they had looked at the calendar that morning and realized it was one year. One year since Brooke was released from her hospital bed after being shot, one year since Vanessa took her home and they began their new lives together, free from the lab.

One year, and things are still changing. Vanessa got promoted to head make-up artist at the salon, and in two weeks Brooke starts assisting the director of a ballet company, taking the first step to get where she would like to be someday. Silk took care of the paperwork, replaced all her personal documents the lab had stolen; Nina spent weeks with her practicing interview skills and ensuring she felt ready to work outside the base; and Vanessa supported her the whole way, rubbing her back when she threw up from nerves the morning of her interview and insisting on a pizza party when Brooke got the job.

The city shines below, bright lights beaming, so dazzling they almost made you forget the crimes occurring below. Crimes they were going to stop.

They settle on the blanket Vanessa’s laid on the rooftop, suits on but masks off, still Brooke and Vanessa, as she unpacks the basket, laying out marshmallows, chocolate bars, and graham crackers.

“S’mores?” Brooke asks uncertainly.

“S’mores, baby!”

“But there’s no fi-ohhh.”

Vanessa winks. “This is one of the best perks of fire powers. I kept forgetting to show you.” She dangles a marshmallow above the small flame flickering in her hand, watching as the skin crackles to a crisp golden brown before laying it on top of the chocolate and forming a perfect s’more.

Brooke takes it in her eager hands as Vanessa whips up another for herself, arranging potato chips on top, and they laugh as marshmallow clings to their lips, trading sugary kisses to get it off.

“Vanessa, I love you,” Brooke says. “I love you so much, and I don’t know if I told you today, so I want to say it now and make sure you know.”

Vanessa reaches over and takes her hand. “I love you too, baby. So, so much. And you better know it too.”

Their lips meet again, Brooke’s hands resting on Vanessa’s hips and Vanessa’s hands stroking Brooke’s back, love bursting off them in sparks. No matter how many times they’ve kissed, each one is special in its own way, like a snowflake.

“Got a report of breaking and entering at the department store on 13th,” comes the voice in their ears.

“What’s a kiss without Silk to interrupt it?” Vanessa mumbles.

They reach in one for one last kiss, one last blend of sweet chocolate and sticky marshmallow, of fire and ice, before reaching for their masks.

They traipse down the ladder and Vanjie revs up Bertha. Frost extends her arm and they lock hands over the center console.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

Vanjie tears away from the curb and they head deeper into the city, chasing the moonlight that shines on them both, each of them thinking how beautiful the other looks with the moon in her hair.

They both know they won’t be able to do this forever, that eventually a day will come when they have to hang up the masks. And when they do, they might pick up the phone and call a child adoption agency. Hopefully by then they’ll have the cozy little house they’re saving for, with flowers and a vegetable garden in the back.

But that’s the future. A future neither thought they could have, but one they can make happen.

Together.

For now, they have lives to live and memories to make.

They have each other.

And they’ve got a city to save. —

Post-Credits Scene Years Later

“These are the flowers we’re gonna give Mommy,” Vanessa instructs Lily, wiping frosting from the cupcakes Brooke made off her lip. “It’s her first show as the director and we want it to be special, right?”

“Right!” Lily agrees. “Wanna hold ‘em! I a big girl, Mama.” She flashes the brilliant grin Vanessa has seen every day since they adopted her three years ago, and Vanessa knows she’ll never tire of it.

Vanessa smiles. “You are a big girl, huh? You can hold them.” She bends down and puts the bright bouquet in her daughter’s tiny hands. “I’m gonna get Mommy, okay?”

“Okay!”

Vanessa knows exactly where Brooke is going to be: their bedroom, staring out the window at the garden. Her favorite place to think.

Brooke’s shoulders rise up and down evenly, and Vanessa knows she’s doing her breathing techniques. The sun shines off her short blonde hair, and she fills out her black suit so well it should be illegal. The sight of her still makes Vanessa’s body warm and her heart flutter, even years later.

“You okay?” Vanessa asks, taking Brooke’s hand. “You were quiet during dinner.”

Brooke nods, and her eyes are damp. “Yeah. Just…thinking about how lucky we are. You and A’Keria running the salon now, and me directing the company, and Lily…we’ve come a long way, haven’t we?”

“We sure have.” It hasn’t been an easy road for either of them, but it’s taken them places they never thought they could go, given them things they never thought they could have.

“Have I told you today how much I love you?” Brooke asks.

Vanessa nods. “You sure did, baby. And I love you too. Don’t you forget it.”

Vanessa stretches up and kisses Brooke, and it still feels like the first time.

The kiss is interrupted by Lily’s hand tugging on Vanessa’s dress. She thrusts the flowers at Brooke, whose tears fall harder as she accepts them.

“Are you sad, Mommy?” Lily asks.

“No, baby, I’m not sad. I’m really, really happy.” Brooke scoops Lily up, and the little girl is sandwiched between Brooke and Vanessa in a hug.

“A’Keria and the others are gonna meet us,” Vanessa reminds Brooke. “You ready?”

“Ready.” Brooke nods.

“Ready!” Lily shouts.

They pile in the car, and this time, they’re not racing to stop a criminal. This time, they’re riding to live their lives.

And it is every bit as heroic.

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So Easily // Harry x Reader

A/N: this one was way too fun to write; its steamy and flirtatious with a hint of fluff towards the end. Hope you enjoy!!

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“Dude I’m just saying it’s not that hard to get laid.” You hear Ralph’s voice carry to the Cortex down the hall as the boys make their way in. Cisco and Ralph on either side of a very aggravated looking Harry. “Like.. you’ve been on this earth how long? And haven’t gotten any Earth-1 puss—“ “AYE!” You shout, arms up and brow furrowed. “I’m right here ya sickos.” You grumble, pushing your chair off with your feet sending you spinning across the room away from them. Ralph laughs as he hoists himself up on a table. “Are you offering?” He teases and you throw a pen cap at his head. Cisco’s eyes go wide and he just stares at Harry, who then throws a whole pen at him. “What are you guys even talking about?” Your question is immediately regretted.

“Harry can’t get his dick wet.” Ralph points lazily and chuckles, while Cisco snorts and Harry glares. Rolling your eyes into the back of your skull you stand, saunter over to Harry and plant a playful kiss to his cheek. “Harry could get it so much easier than you could, Dibny, so don’t even start.” With a pointed look, you lean with your arm on Harry’s shoulder. Cisco chokes on the air he’s breathing, coughing for far too long before Harry kicks his shin. Cisco frowns, huffing into the chair beside you. “Whatever man, I’m just saying it’s crazy to me that you haven’t gotten none the whole time you’ve been on this earth.” Ralph shrugs, exaggerating his shoulders to stretch higher than they naturally would. Glancing to Harry his jaw is clenched and his fists are forming. Without a thought you step in front of him before he can punch Ralph. “Screw him, he’s an idiot.” You pause and scrunch your face, turning the edges of the scientists lips to finally smile. “Okay, don’t actually screw him.. you know what I mean.” You sigh, turning to the butthead twins. “As for you two, when was the last time either of you got any? Hmm?” You cross your arms and raise your brows, lips pursed. They sit silent, Ralph looking like he’s counting on his fingers. Cisco just looks down and scratches his head. “I’m gonna.. I have a thing.. in the thing..” he trails off as he jolts out of the room scratching his head and avoiding eye contact. Ralph is still counting.

Harry chuckles half heartedly as he looks at you. “I can get it easier than Dibny, huh?” He smirks. A hint of red rises to your cheeks as you realize what he’s implying. For a second you’re a bit flustered for words. “I-I just meant, like. You’re hotter than him and could easily get laid, ya know?” You hear your own words and watch as his brows raise playfully. Behind you Ralph whines. “I can CREATE my own ABS! I could lengthen—“ Just then Harry throws a whiteboard eraser at him and hits directly where he was about to mention. A small squeak leaves Ralph as he scurries out of the room. Harry turns his gorgeous eyes back to you, smirk still in place. “Hotter than him huh?” He teases. You nod slightly, laughing off your nerves. “If you and Ralph walked into a bar - not a cheesy joke - you would have women flocked to you while he’d drive them away like a Maserati.” You grin and briefly clap a hand to Harry’s strong shoulder. The smile on his lips is more than just the pride of being better than Ralph. There’s more there. The gleam in his eye focuses itself on you as he speaks.

“So if we walked into a bar and you were there, and we both hit on you, and you had to choose one of us to..” he motions about suggestively before continuing. “You’d choose me?” His smirk is back but wider now and it makes his dimples pop, his white teeth shining at you as if to say ‘I dare you to lie’. After he’s posed the question your voice gets caught in your throat. You gape and stutter for words as he chuckles. “Gotcha.” He winks before sauntering out of the room, only for Iris to walk in and see your flustered figure leaning against the computer desk. With a knowing grin, she settles in next to you. “Harry? Of all the guys in Central City.. Harry?” She crinkles her nose and tilts her head at you, giggling. Looking down you shuffle your feet, nodding softly. Next to you Iris squeals, and you shush her hastily. “Shut up! I know I’m an idiot but just.. don’t say anything?” Eyes locked on hers you raise a brow. “Especially to Barry he’s a blabber mouth.” She feigns shock but laughs it off, nodding in agreement. “My lips are sealed.” Iris motions a ‘lock and key’ to her lips and you smile. We’ll see how long that lasts.

Later than night you’re flipping through your TV channels when your phone buzzes with a text.

Cisco: incoming..

That can only mean one thing.

Seconds later a breach opens in your kitchen, but instead of Cisco out pops Harry. Standing to greet him your phone buzzes again, this time Iris.

Iris: So.. I didn’t tell BARRY... but Cisco asked and, well.... have fun! ;)

You freeze as you read it, and your heart simultaneously drops and beats a mile a minute. In attempt to act coy you look up to Harry, who has made himself comfortable rummaging through your kitchen. “So..” he starts, closing your fridge with a soda in hand. “I had a really fun conversation with Cisco earlier.” He cracks the tab of the can, leaning back against your kitchen cabinet staring straight ahead. As you make your way over to him, he takes a slow and deliberately slurp-y sip. Smirk ever present behind the edge of the can. “Oh?” Was the only response your brain would let you come up with right now. Too many thoughts running ramped in your head.

If he knows, and he came all the way here.. You feel a familiar warmth growing between your legs when Harry begins to speak again. “Oh, oh.” He nods with a grin. “He had spoken with a Mrs. Iris West-Allen.. who dropped your name.” Now his gaze was finally on you, same smirk as always but there was a difference in his eyes. Softer, but clouded somehow. You feign surprise when he says you were mentioned. “Little ol’ me?” Mindlessly you toy with the strap of your tank top, running your fingers up and down the fabric. Seeing it distracts Harry, you let the strap fall between your fingers and off your shoulder. He clears his throat and sets the soda down, removing his jacket and hat as if he’d suddenly gotten hot, before looking back to you with a huff of a laugh.

“You’re really something else ya know that? All day I’ve been thinking, about what you said. About uh,” he pauses to step closer to you. “How I could get it, so easily..?” His voice lowers as he leans in to brush a piece of hair from your face, letting his hand linger against your cheek and neck. “Now how true was that exactly?” Your eyes are trained on his lips, and he takes the chance to lick them slowly. Drawing your own bottom lip in you bite down on it hard to control yourself. If this was going to happen it would be on his move, you were far too nervous. When you finally spoke your voice came out much softer, and seductive, than you’d meant it. “I’m sure you’d love to find out.. wouldn’t you?” Every word he leaned closer until your breath was hitting his lips. What seemed like ages passed in the seconds before he closed the space that was left between you. At first his kiss was soft, testing the waters, but as soon as his lips met yours it awoke an animal inside you that just wanted to ravage him. Instantly you hopped onto the counter, pulling him by the shirt collar to settle between your legs. A small growl fell from Harry as you took control, so you didn’t stop. Your hands made their way to his hair as your tongue traced his lower lip, and as soon as he granted you entrance to massage your tongue to his you gave a sharp pull to his hair.

He seethes as he pulls back from your kiss, sucking in a gasp through grated teeth. “Mmm, you better be careful little one..” he muses, running his rough hands up and down your bare thighs to the hem of your shorts. Feeling a surge of confidence you tilt your head, giving his hair another small tug. “And why’s that, Mr. Wells?” Drawling out his name you watch a chill run through him, and his head tilts back as you tug his hair. Another hum comes from his lips before he speaks. “Mmm.. you’re pushing it..” Harry’s teeth are still gritted as he speaks, and that familiar heat only grows from it. With your free hand you trail your fingertips down his chest and torso slowly, tracing the line of his jeans once you reached them. “Pushing what?” You tease while your hand lowers to palm at his growing bulge. Harry draws in a sharp and strained breath, as though it caught in the back of his throat at the feeling of you touching him. His signature smirk was on your lips now, knowing you’d finally silenced the motormouth.

Before you could soak in the pride he cut the space between you with a kiss so passionate it made your head spin. Harry rolled and coiled his tongue around your own all the while pulling your hips to grind into his. In a matter of seconds the power you had over him was gone. There was a new sense of urgency to his actions, a powerful kind of lust that made your skin feel hot when he touched you. Again you tugged at his dark strands between your fingers and gained a strangled groan from somewhere deep in his chest. With a quickness even a speedster would be impressed with, he lowered his jeans to finally free the tightness beneath his boxers. A relieved but shaky breath left him at the feeling of the crisp air hitting his length. It was like you were entranced and your eyes stayed locked to the thin layer of fabric separating you from his bare skin.

Harry grinned devilishly and dipped his face to your neck, stringing kisses up to your ear. “If you want it, all you have to do..” he pauses to tauntingly graze his fingers along your folds over your shorts, making you shiver as he continues. “Is ask for it.” Harry’s voice was practically a grunt, coming from a primal place in the back of his throat. Your teeth sunk in to your bottom lip as you tilted his head to face you again, silent for a moment just staring into his piercing ocean eyes. “Take me.” You stated softly, much quieter than you’d meant it. Hesitation was not a word in Harry’s mind. His hands flew to your shirt to strip you of it exposing your bare chest. Quickly he discarded his own and let his boxers fall flat to the floor. You readily lifted your hips when he motioned to remove your shorts and panties in one act. Nothing more to be said, you scooted to the edge of the counter to let Harry line himself up and immediately enter you. The both of you gasped in unison, taking in every inch of each other. Slowly Harry began pulling out of you again, wanting you to feel every little moment and adjust to his girth. Your lips found his neck and began sucking hickeys to make sure you made your presence known. The sensation sent shock waves through the brunette scientist, causing his hips to buck into you harder than anticipated. The moan that escaped you was loud and whiney, triggering a switch in his brain.

Bracing his hands on your countertop, Harry began rolling his hips into yours at a rhythmic pace. With each thrust he bucked his hips upward, grazing your sweet spot and making your head fall back to revel in the pleasure. “Ha-Harry.. mmph..” you bite into your lip and he growls at you, leaning in for a kiss and to lock his own teeth on your swollen pink skin. A whine leaves you and you pant harder, your chest heaving from his movements. He simply watches as your body moves in sync with his, knuckles whitening as he quickens his pace. You’ve kept your arms tight around his neck, until now. Reaching up you grab a fist full of his dark locks with a rough pull, sending Harry’s head flying back and a rasping groan to fill your kitchen. Suddenly his thrusts become sloppier, his breath labored and hoarse. A string of profanities float off his breath as he pounds into you, slamming your core over and over making your legs start to quiver. “Don’t.. stop..” you whine between breaths, Harry grunting back in response as his skin slaps with your own.

Only moments later you lose yourself, your walls clenching around Harry as he clenches his arms tightly to gain some control. To no avail however, because the sounds you’re making and the way your body gives in to him takes him past his breaking point. With a hard sigh he gives a few more jerky thrusts as he finishes in you. He rests his sweaty forehead on your shoulder, the pair of you taking the time to fill your lungs before pulling back. Harry reluctantly pulls out of you with a low hum, pressing his lips to your shoulder with such gentility you almost forget how rough and domineering he’d been just minutes before. Eyes still closed you smile, bringing your hand to the back of his neck to playfully twist his hair between your fingers. You can feel his lips curl up at the edges as he kisses his way up your neck slowly with each kiss lingering for more than a few seconds. It’s like he’s taking in every inch of you, his hands finding your sides to rub them gently. For a while you just embrace him, letting his lips finally find yours.

This kiss feels different. It’s slow, longing and passionate compared to the fiery tongue clashing from earlier. A side of Harry you’d never seen comes out; he slides his hands ever so lightly under your ass and motions you to hold on, carrying you from the kitchen to your bed, all the while kissing you over and over with minimal peeks to watch where he was going. Once he lays the two of you down he continues to kiss your skin, his lips warm but so soft. He lays to spoon you, hands roaming lazily up your body as he continues to worship your figure. Not a word has been said between you yet, but oddly that doesn’t worry you. Harry always used his words very carefully, but his silence meant even more. Right now he’d rather show you than tell you how he’s feeling, and you had no complaints. After a few minutes he nibbles at your ear lobe, gaining a small giggle from you that breaks the unspoken vow of silence. You roll to your side, nuzzling up so your nose is touching his. “That was..” You pause to take a deep breath and sigh blissfully, bringing a genuine smile to his skillful lips. “Yeah it sure was.” He responds gently, pecking your lips after he speaks.

“I don’t know about you,” he stretches and sits up, groaning as his muscles tighten and release. “I could really go for some Big Belly Burger.” He turns back to you, and you roll your eyes at how relentless his love affair with the chain was. “Let me get dressed and we’ll go, yeah?” You murmur as you rub your eyes, moving to sit up before Harry leans over you and pushes you back to the bed with a kiss. When he pulls away he plants another as if he can’t get enough, before speaking. “I’ll go, you just stay here. And please, stay naked.” He muses, trademark smirk gracing his gorgeous face. You can’t help but giggle, wrapping your sheets around you and snuggling into bed. “Deal, but I get extra fries for having my tits out.” You hold up a pinky to make the promise and he chuckles, happily from his belly, as he links his own to yours. “Deal.” Harry steals another kiss before his naked ass makes its way out of your room. A few minutes later you hear a breach open and he’s out to get food. Almost on cue, you hear your phone buzz twice. Hopping up you grab it from the couch and burst into laughter at the messages you’ve received.

Iris: damn I said have fun not attack the man’s neck!

Cisco: remind me to never ever let you get anywhere near me with your vampire ass mouth

Smile still plastered on your face you make your way back to bed while you wait. You begin to doze off before you hear the familiar buzzing and open your eyes to a blue light and a very handsome scientist holding two bags of steaming food. “Honey, I’m home.” Harry teases, winking at you before setting the food down at the end of the bed. Without another word he begins re-stripping, and you simply watch, mindlessly trailing your tongue along your bottom lip. He catches your gaze and grins his playful and devious grin. “We’ll have time for that later, little one. First, we restock on calories.” His bright smile and dimples make you feel like drooling. You nod and match his smile as he settles next you, almost as if that’s exactly where he should be. “So..” you mumble softly as he takes a bite of his burger.

“Spend the night?” You blurt suddenly, unsure of what Harry was truly wanting from this whole thing. His eyes meet yours with brows raised, and he quickly chews and swallows his food. “Oh you thought I’d leave you that easy?” He sets his food down and grabs your face, kissing you deeply and making you melt into a pile of whatever he wanted you to be. As he pulled away he smiled the most genuine and loving smile you’d ever seen from him. “I’m not going anywhere. I finally got you..” Watching as his cheeks tint the tiniest bit pink you beam brightly, capturing another kiss before settling in to bed again, the both of you devouring your food. After finishing he throws the trash away, immediately opting to hold you when he crawls into bed. Silently you drift to sleep on his comfortable chiseled chest, thinking about how glad you were that Iris can never keep her mouth shut.

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