#bc not only have i been sweating and almost crying bc of the back pain but also from the pain from being so hungry ♡

[4giorno]

omggg i can sit up again 🎉

#my back was rlly bad last week then yesterday and the day before it was perfectly fine #and then today just randomly in the middle of the day i couldnt move again 🥴 #now that i can sit up i will crawl to the floor and try to do some stretches to return movement #enough that i can stand up for long enough to heat up food #bc not only have i been sweating and almost crying bc of the back pain but also from the pain from being so hungry ♡ #im a bit scared tho. if i accidentally drop the food its gonna be a mess and cleaning hurts too much to do 🙃 #well like i said sitting doesnt cause agonizing pain anymore only a pleasant sting so it should be fine #the pain eased a lot faster than that one time so thats good at least #its still not yknow. GOOD. bc like i said i still cant stand but its much better much more quickly

[rosepascal]

Put On a Brave Face | Joel Miller x Reader

summary: Joel Miller almost loses you the same way he lost his baby girl.

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, blood/gore, standard tlou stuff, reader gets shot, graphic descriptions, kinda softer!Joel so a little OOC

a/n: I got this idea and honestly idk if i like it that much but im posting this anyways. Also this is for the besties who would be absolute crybabies if they got shot bc that is 100% me lmao. I get a papercut and im in tears fr.

The universe must really hate Joel Miller. For all the shit it’s put him through, it just has to add more. It’s not his fault, something that you really really hope he understands. He heard the gun fire but it sounded like white noise. He didn’t feel any pain so he knew it didn’t hit him.

A blur of gun fire and the men around him are dead. Jackson was mostly a safe place but lately there’s been a gang of people who were attempting to infiltrate the commune.

They were easy work for Joel, he wasn’t thrilled that you tagged along on patrol but he trusted you and if he had to have someone he’d pick you to watch his back.

If only he paid a little more attention.

It was like a punch straight to the gut. You felt a sudden pressure as you shot at the bandits. You were too busy focusing on keeping Joel safe to notice you had been hit by a stray. When the chaos stopped is when the pain set in.

Everything feels fuzzy. Like something ain’t quite right. And everything was hot. It’s the middle of winter but it feels like your whole body’s on fucking fire. An ache starts to burn in your stomach, you set your hand on it without thinking. Only to be met with a red stained hand.

“J-Joel?” His world stops.

Panic claws at his heart as it beats louder and louder in his ears. He turns around to face you. Sweat runs down your face, a small smile on your lips as you try and stay calm for both your sakes. His eyes fall to your stomach and that's when he sees it.

One of the bullets from their gun went clean through you. The blood, there’s already so much of it.

“Joel.” You whimper as you fall to the ground. Staying upright becomes the least of your worries as it becomes harder to breathe.

You’ve lived through twenty years of this shit and yet this is the first time you have ever been shot. Those who survived always said it’s either nothing or the worst pain in the world. Joel’s been shot before.

You were there once. The bullet went into his arm and it was awful trying to get it out. He was strong as hell though. Kept his calm and walked it off a few days later.

You always admired how strong Joel was. Not just in the physical sense but he always seemed to be calm even in the worst situations. Maybe it was all a show. But right now you wished you could do the same.

You wish that you could look up at him and tell him you were okay and crack a joke but you can’t. It hurts so bad, it’s burning and pain is tearing through your whole body.

“I got you baby.” Joel falls next to you. He tosses his gun to the side and wraps you in his arms. One hand under your back to try and get you upright.

“It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay.” He wants to puke. A sob crawling its way up his throat.

“It hurts!” You cry, clawing at his shirt. Fingers digging into the soft fabric of his flannel.

“Joel!” It breaks his damn heart to hear you cry out in such pain.

“I know, fuck I know baby.” Jackson isn’t far and right now it’s your only hope.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles as he stands you up and irritates your wound. Your scream makes him flinch. It’s raw and full of fear and so much pain.

Why couldn’t it be him? Why did it have to be you?

“Please, please I don’t want to die Joel.” The words tumble out of your mouth without thinking.

“Please please.” You bury your face into Joel's chest as he half drags and half carries you to the gates of Jackson.

“I don’t want to die!” You wail loudly and Joel tightens his grip on you. It’s pure agony. Every minor step or bump sends waves of pain through you.

“You’re okay, we’re so close, baby, just a few more steps.” Joel closes his eyes as you cry out for him.

It’s a sickening sense of deja vu. Bleeding out in his arms by a bullet he didn’t see. He needs to focus. It feels cruel but he has to zone out. The gates are so close and that’s all that matters.

“Help!” Joel screams till his throat is raw as he gets closer. The gates open too damn slow as someone rushes out to help. Together they bring you inside the walls and rush you to the doctor.

“What the fuck happened?” Joel tenses up when he sees Ellie running towards him. A panicked look on her face. Worry written all over her face when she sees you being carried in.

“Joel?!” She tries to run in but Joel grabs her arms.

“Stay outside.” He commands, not wanting Ellie to witness you in such a bad state.

“Fuck no!” She tries to push past him but he’s stronger than her. Your pained scream makes Ellie stop fighting, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Don’t worry.” he says unconvincingly as he turns and runs into the room. You’re lying on a table, your shirt already torn so they have access to clean the wound. Joel rushes to your side and grabs your hand.

“I’m here baby.” He brings your hand to his lips and lets you squeeze it tight. The medic opens a bottle and looks at Joel before pouring some of it onto your stomach.

“FUCK!” You seethe and try to squirm away but someone holds you to the table.

“Make it stop! Please!” Sobbing, you squeeze Joel's hand as tight as you can.

“Joel please! It hurts so bad!” Your vision is blurred by the tears and the tiredness that your body feels right now but you can still make him out.

You can’t leave him, you can’t die. It hurts more than the bullet did as they start to patch you up. Spots of black cover your vision and you start to cry more, you just want Joel to hold you and make it better. Your eyes flutter closed and you feel a hand tapping harshly on your cheek.

“Stay with me baby, come on.” Joel opens your eyes and in pure panic snaps at the medic.

“DO SOMETHING!” Joel is an intimidating force but right now he’s utterly helpless.

“We’re doing everything we can.” The medic says calmly. Keeping your eyes open becomes too hard, you just want to sleep.

“No no, come on. Wake up!” His voice fading out as darkness and peace consumes you. 

- - -

Two centimeters. According to the medic you were two centimeters away from dying. The bullet entered and nearly missed a major artery. If it had hit you there then you would have been dead in minutes.

You’re lucky to be alive.

It doesn’t feel lucky. It feels like shit. You’re stuck at home while on recovery and with Joel as your caretaker that meant you couldn’t even leave. After the doctor left he took one look at you and you know there’s no argument here.

When you woke up Joel was there. He wouldn’t tell you much. Just that you were shot and that you were okay. He doesn’t think you remember much of anything after the bullet hit. But you do. Somehow you remembered everything up until you passed out and all you could feel now is guilt.

You wished you were stronger. That you didn’t scream and cry for him to help you even though you know he couldn’t. There’s nothing he could have done and you made it worse. You weren’t in the right headspace but it felt cruel to beg for him to save you after everything.

After...Sarah. He doesn’t talk about much. He opened up to you once in the middle of a sleepless night. You don’t know every detail but from what he told you, you put a few pieces together.

Shot by a soldier with a bullet that should have hit him instead.

A situation that felt too similar to this one. How could you do that to him? How could you look him in the eyes after all of this? Being in recovery meant you couldn’t do your chores so Joel took them. Great, first you remind him of his dead daughter and now you’re making him work even more. At least Ellie was here. She rarely left your side. 

“A book just fell on my head, I only have my shelf to blame.” Ellie looks up from her pun book with a smile. It’s just after dinner and Joel still isn’t home. So she has taken it upon herself to be your entertainment.

“That's four outta ten.” You say and she rolls her eyes.

“No way that one was funny.” She flips the page and reads another one.

“Okay okay, you wanna hear a joke about pizza?” Resting your face on your hand you nod.

“Sure.”

“Nevermind, it was too cheesy.” You snort and she laughs.

“Alright, that one is pretty good.” She punches the air in success. You notice her eyes keep darting down to your side where the bandages are.

“You know Maria told me about the school sleepover, bunch of kids your age are going.” You say and Ellie shrugs. It makes you feel guilty that Ellie’s here and not out with people her own age.

“I don’t know, not really my thing.” She’s lying. You know she is. That girl she’s grown quite close to will be there and you don’t want to stand in the way.

“I’ll be okay Ellie, I want you to go and have some fun.” She looks hesitant but after a little bit of pushing she caves. Hugging you tight before leaving.

Sighing you try and get comfortable on the couch and wait for Joel. He comes back late. You must have fallen asleep because next thing you know you’re being shaken awake. Joel's tired eyes stare at you, only meeting them for a second before looking somewhere else.

“Where’s Ellie?” He asks.

“Sleepover.” You answer sleepily.

“You shouldn’t be sleepin’ on the couch. It’s not good for you.” You hold back a laugh as you recall the many times you’ve found Joel passed out on the couch. You try to sit up but you move too fast. Squeezing your eyes shut as you feel a sharp pain in your stomach.

“Careful,” He places a hand on your back to steady you. Silently he guides you upstairs to bed. He’s given up the extra pillow and blanket to make you as comfortable as possible.

“Coming to bed?” You ask hopefully as he helps you in. He shakes his head and your face falls.

“I will soon.” He kisses your forehead before turning out the light.

He hasn't slept easy since the incident. He knows you’re alive. In his brain he sees you breathing and talking but sometimes when he closes his eyes he can only see you lying on that table.

He comes to bed a few hours later. Being as quiet as he can so he doesn’t wake you, but you aren’t asleep. The guilt has been eating you alive for days now. You put him through so much and now you feel like dead weight. He’s pulling away to protect his heart and it’s killing you. You know he’s asleep when he starts to snore. He swears he doesn’t but he does.

Carefully you throw the blankets off, resting the extra one back on him. The floor underneath creaks with every step. Sleep isn’t coming and you need a drink. Opening the cabinets you see the bottle of whiskey all the way in the back of the top shelf.

“Dammit Joel.” You huff as you blindly reach to the back.

It’s just out of reach and you feel anger start to seep in. It shouldn’t be this hard to get a glass of whiskey. You should be able to do this without anyone's help. Pain starts to blossom in your stomach as you put one knee on top of the counter and stretch the stitches. When you finally wrap your fingers around the neck of the bottle you feel your foot slip.

Glass shatters on the ground around you as you land hard on your back. You let out a whimper of pain as you sit upright and look at what you’ve done. Shards of glass surround you and the amber liquid pools on the floor. Heavy footsteps come running down the hall. Joel looks frantic as he holds his gun out, looking around for intruders. When his eyes land on you, you look down in shame.

“What the hell happened?” His voice booms and you feel like crying.

“I-I’m so sorry. I just. I thought I could..” Without thinking you reach to clean the glass.

“Stop!” He kneels down and grabs your hands before they can touch the glass. He doesn’t say a word as he cleans the shards of glass. You could feel how angry he was.

“Wanna tell me what was so important?” He crosses his arms and stares down at you.

It’s like you're a little kid being scolded for stealing a cookie. You feel angry and sad and so guilty and your stomach really hurts. Digging your nails into your knees you start to cry. Small sniffles snowball into sobs that make your whole body shake.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” It’s all you can say as you bury your face into your hands.

“Baby..” Joel’s voice is softer than you’ve ever heard it. He falls to his knees and wraps his arms around you. Tears shining in his eyes as he feels you tremble in his touch.

“I-I’m so sorry.”

“Shh, what are you sorry about?” He rubs your back and closes his eyes.

“I remember everything Joel, W-When I got shot. Fuck the things I said.” You bury your face into his chest as a fresh wave of tears fall. They just won’t stop.

“What are you talkin’ about?” He gently pushes you back so he can see your face. Wiping those tears from your cheeks.

“I shouldn’t have..I made it so much worse.” He’s confused. Really confused.

“Baby, There’s nothing to be sorry for,” He runs his thumb across your bottom lip, heart cracking as he looks into your broken eyes.

“I begged you to save me when there was nothing you could do.” He grimaces at the memory of your painful cries, but you were dying and you were scared. He could never hold that against you.

"I wanted to be strong for you but I couldn’t a-and I hurt you." You rip his hands off of you and curl into a ball.

“It's not your fault baby. None of it.” He rests his hands on top of your knees. It baffles him that you think any of this is your fault.

“You were in so much pain. " His voice cracks slightly and it gets you to lift your head.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you baby.”

“Joel…” You start but he silences you.

You never should have been in that position in the first place but it's not about him right now. He gently pulls you into his lap, hugging you tightly. He closes his eyes, feeling your heartbeat.

“I shoulda noticed sooner. I..." He stops himself from going down that path.

"You’re so strong baby. You fought like hell and didn’t give up.” You don’t say anything. The guilt is still there but it won’t go away anytime soon.

You’re living in a fucked up world and you’re just two fucked up people trying to survive. And somehow you survived.

“Can we go back to bed?” You ask softly, tired from the crying.

There's more to say but its too late now. Tomorrow Joel will tell you over and over that it's not your fault. He'll tell you every damn day until you believe him. He’ll pray for your forgiveness for putting you in danger, for letting you get hurt and you’ll read him like a damn book and tell him it’s ridiculous. Maybe then you’ll both realize their’s not guilt to be had on either side.

Watching you bleed out on that table, it really did remind him of the day he lost Sarah. That fear and pain never really goes away but right now he can hold you in his arms and feel your heart. He can see your eyes and hear your voice. That’s all he needs right now. He’s not going to lose you. Ever.

So god help anything that stands in his way.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller angst #joel miller fanfiction

[princessbrunette]

line cook turned baby daddy jj who definitely cried his heart out when he held his newly born daughter to his bare chest for the first time. just sobs his heart out. he’s an empath guys. he’s got his backwards cap on and is still wearing his apron when he shows up, wide eyed and sweating after getting the call you’d went into labour. and you know he doesn’t leave your side basically at all, completely ignoring his manager blowing up his phone cause there’s way more important things going on (aka the birth of his c h i l d). he basically gets his hand broken and he won’t complain but it hurt like a bitch, but that all goes out the window when this slightly cone-headed screaming wriggly little babe is put on his chest and he’s just an absolute mess. you’d think he had the baby at that point.

- 🧸

this kills me bc yes :((((

you couldn’t call, in too much pain — but you shot him a text just hoping and praying he’d see it. it read a simple ‘in labour come asap’, and luckily for you — jj did see it, but unluckily for him he saw it not only mid shift, but mid lecture from his manager about being responsible.

“the way you act, represents us as a company jj and—”

his eyes are glancing down at his phone when it dinged with a notification, practically falling out of his head as he reads what it says. he’s suddenly moving without thought, yanking his apron off and throwing it aside, nodding quickly as if he gave a shit about what he was being told.

“uh-huh, yeah for sure and i really understand but i gotta go, i really gotta go—” hes already headed for the exit.

“excuse me?”

“my girls having her baby!” he hollers as he leaves, a faint “woohoo!” heard from the restaurant as he sprints off. of course, john b had received the same text, nearly knocking JJ off his feet when the twinkie swung round the corner with the gang inside, barely slowing down for him to jump in.

he gets there in time of course to hold your hand through the screaming and the refusal and the fear and the crying (mostly your own, but you were squeezing his hand pretty tight.) until before he knows it the room is hit with calm, a babies cry ringing out through the air.

he’s so focused on you he almost forgets the acknowledge the baby at first, making sure you look okay and healthy, cupping your face breathlessly like he was the one screaming as he presses millions of kisses to your cheeks, laughing gleefully. “you did so good baby, so good holy shit. you’re a fuckin’ weapon.”

the baby gets brought for you to hold on your chest and he goes real quiet, the reality of the situation settling in as he stares at the life the two of you created there in your arms. it had been such a long nine months, and today had moved so fast he hadn’t had time to process the fact that the baby was finally going to be here for real.

his ears are still ringing, and he can’t hear what you’re saying as you talk to the baby, holding her on your chest. he’s just staring, looking at all the babies features. a sweet baby girl, still clammy and bloody but beautiful none the less, the spitting image of you already, he can tell, and wouldn’t have it any other way. he’s still stroking your head, fingers twisting the hair at your sweaty scalp almost nervously as he just stares in shock.

exhausted, you look up at him. he recalls you looking as beautiful as the day you met him. “you wanna take her jayj?”

the nurse helps the pass-over and he sits in the chair beside the bed, this clammy warm baby tucked into his chest, so real, moving and whimpering. you’re smiling, tiredly but encouragingly in his direction, your first ever look at JJ as a dad. he looks back at you, lips slightly agape, eyes wide, then back at the baby, then back at you, then back at the baby and he just crumbles, bursting into tears.

“oh jayj.” you whisper hoarsely in awe, tears filling your own eyes at the sight.

“shes so beautiful man, i swear— i swear to you right now, no one is ever gonna hurt you okay? not as long as daddies around.” he rambles to the baby, lifting her to kiss her damp head, careful not to let his salty tears drip on her perfect skin. “my baby girl.” he adds in a whisper, rocking her before letting out an embarrassed laugh, looking back at you. “dude i’m a wreck, i feel like i just gave birth.” he comments, which gets a laugh out of the nurses.

after the baby gets checked by the midwives you’re allowed visitors, JJ handing the baby back to you so he can go and tearfully retrieve the group to bring them in. he walks into the waiting room and of course they all stand up instantly, waiting for him to say something. “y’all wanna meet my daughter or what?”

#🧸 anon #dad!jj #linecook!jj

[theuniversein-you]

you as the 8th nct dream member

✧ ˚ nct dream react to: you falling off the stage

✧ ˚ genre: oneshot, idol!au, amab!reader, angst, fluff

✧ ˚ warning: injury

✧ ˚ disclaimer: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. the characters do not reflect the personality of the actual artists themselves, and should be treated as separate beings.

✧ ˚ author notes: rushed bc i have personal things, and ive been thinking of posting drabbles as often as possible. very sorry if i wasn’t able to update as frequent as i could :(

✧ ˚ word count: 1.4k words

You didn’t know what transpired before the incident. You’ve been so focused on the performance that you didn’t notice how near you were at the end of the stage, and worst of all, you were at the back so it’s not like your members would notice immediately.

The moment you crashed to the ground was when the staff rushed after you. The pain that came from crashing from your side made you cry in pain. You were being escorted off the ground, being careful not to put pressure to the pain. You gripped your arm, gritting your teeth as the sharp feeling of knives ran through the arm.

But it wasn’t the pain that caused your eyes to tear up, but the guilt that’s creeping up inside you. One of the worst feelings that an idol could feel is being responsible for a performance being disrupted, and you hated that feeling. You felt bad to your members who continued to perform as you were whisked away to the back, to be tended by the medics.

At the backstage, your legs wouldn’t stop fidgeting, and your hands started to sweat. You await anxiously for your members, and preparing yourself to be scolded by one of the managers for what happened.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

ミ★  Mark. Unaware of the incident, Mark was confused when you were missing from the stage. He tried asking the members discreetly about your whereabouts, but it wasn’t until Chenle approached him, terrified. He was about to ask the younger what was wrong until he told him what happened to you. Mark wanted to run backstage to see you, but he knows he has to stay and thank the fans first, even with his legs feeling like jelly after hearing the incident. As a leader, he needs to make sure that no member is unsafe, and it’s agonizing for him that he couldn’t do anything to prevent it from happening. Backstage, Mark finds you huddled at a chair, a cast wrapped on your arm. He doesn’t know if he’s going to crowd you any further, since both Jaemin and Renjun already rushed to you faster than anything. He stayed next to you, though, making sure to comfort you when you felt as if you ruined everything. “No, (Y/N), I’m just glad that you’re safe now.” Mark would reassure you that you didn’t ruin everything and tells you that what’s important is your well-being. And maybe, talk to the managers and staff to make sure this never happens again.

ミ★ Renjun. He didn’t hesitate to be the first one to fuss over you. Renjun is most sensitive when it comes to your feelings, and he would almost cry seeing the cast around your arm. He made it easier for you to open up to him about how angry and stupid you feel, the guilt that you were feeling when you let them down, and how scared you were at the thought of disappointing your fans for your mistake. He would listen to you, but he isn’t going to let you feel that way. Renjun was relieved that you were able to open up to him about your feelings, but it still pains him that he couldn’t do anything to easen your mind about what happened. It would mark a horrible experience in your life. But with the immense support you have with your members, you would find yourself to be okay in the future. Renjun would make sure of it. Side note: Haechan would make a comment about how Renjun is your local therapist, but he wouldn’t say that with the latter in the room with him.

ミ★ Jeno.  Panic and immense worry is the only thing in his mind when Chenle broke the news about your well-being. Jeno couldn't imagine how you devasted you would be, and he hopes that the injury isn't threatening enough to cost you your career. When he asked you about your condition, you told him that your broke your arm from the fall, but the medics told you that it's not bad enough that'll put you into a long hiatus. He felt himself ease in relief, but is still worried about you. “You should rest, let us handle the rest.” Jeno thinks that you are going to have to rely on them, and that’s okay. He’s not going to let any of his team suffer, whether it is mentally or physically. You would need a lot of convincing though, but eventually you will have to, since you have every members’ support for your recovery no matter what.

ミ★ Haechan. Getting injured is one of the worst feelings an idol could ever imagine. Haechan knows that pretty well, since he's seen his hyungs who had to go on a hiatus because of their health. He cares about your health, but he also doesn't want you to go to a hiatus for an indefinite period of time. You expressed to him before that you hated it if you're going to miss out on any activities Dream has, so you've made sure to keep yourself healthy at all times. So to see you feel so frustrated, angry at your mistake, he felt the need to cheer you up. "It's okay, (Y/N), you're going to be up in no time. You're damn strong to let anything injure you badly." whether you think he was joking or not doesn't matter, because he knows it to himself that he's right, and even slightly, you're able to crack a smile after that.

ミ★ Jaemin. He was the one that didn’t hesitate to run backstage as fast as he could to find you. Just like Renjun, he would fuss over you the moment he sees you. He would almost scold you, but after seeing your dejected expresion, he held his tongue. It was not the best time to make your mood any worst when you’re already beating yourself up for injuring yourself. He would become your helper if you needed something, since your other arm is out of commission for a while. Out of all the members, he can truly relate because of his injury at the past, so he understands how you would be worried about what’s going to come next. But he doesn’t mind taking care of you, if it meant for you speedy recovery and having you back in performances again.

ミ★ Chenle.  He was next to you at the back when you fell. Chenle could’ve sworn that you were just next to him, until you were not. He saw your misstep that leads you into falling, which caused him to stop dancing, not knowing what to do. Should he go to you or should he continue performing to remain professional? It wasn’t until he sees Jisung looking at him with confusion that he had to remain professional despite what he witnessed. He has a frazzled expression during the performance, praying for it to be over. When the performance finished, he was the one that told the group what happened. The moment the group returned backstage and reunited with your injured form, he kept his distance from you to not crowd you. Although, another reason is that he was guilty that he couldn’t do anything to help you especially since he saw the incident in the first place. You and his hyungs reassured him for being professional despite being terrified for you. "It was my stupidness that led me to this," you would sheepishly say, but Chenle is going to argue with you if that comes out of your mouth. But at least the both of you are able to be at ease since he knows that you are now okay.

ミ★ Jisung. He was confused when you were missing at the performance and how frazzled Chenle is, who is looking back and forth at the back of the stage and the audience. He would go to his best friend, only for him to shut down any kind of thought when he was told about your unfortunate incident and your unknown condition as of the moment. He could only feel his arm being pulled backstage. Jisung was brought back to the time when he injured his knee and how he couldn’t participate in shows and performances, and he doesn’t want to imagine you being missing, too. While he wouldn’t fuss over you as much as Renjun and Jaemin will, he would keep out a look out for you, although subtlely. He doesn’t want you to tease him when he takes care of you. 

#nct fanfic #nct imagines #nct reactions #nct dream reactions #nct dream imagines #nct dream fanfiction #nct dream fanfic #nct dream x reader #nct dream x male reader #nct x male reader #nct dream 8th member #nct 24th member #nct x member reader #nct dream member reader #you as nct member #you as nct dream member #renjun x reader #renjun x male reader #mark x reader #mark lee x reader #huang renjun x reader #jeno x reader #lee jeno x reader #jaemin x reader #na jaemin x reader #zhong chenle x reader #chenle x reader #haechan x reader #donghyuck x reader #jisung x reader

[mao22716]

daydreaming abt historical fantasy au..... hcs under cut bc it will be a lot of text although a lot of it is based off canon

ok so maybe not the most creative idea but kurumi comes from a bloodline of witches except their family hasnt had powers manifest for many generations and the most is that they keep their young looks

however kusuo is the only one with powers and it seems that whatever powers previous generations could have gotten has been passed down to him instead (basically he has every power he has in canon)

also kusuo has powers bc hes transmasc lol

in this au there r mages who can control basic elements (fire water earth air wtv) and kusuo disguises himself as one of them bc witches aren't accepted in society

his work requires him to meet many ppl and some of these people get unusually attached to him and they continue interacting with him even though he doesn't say a word back to them

kusuo claims that he has nothing to do with them and they are a pain but somehow finds himself doing whatever he can to make them safe and happy

kuusuke doesnt have any powers but hes extremely smart and became an alchemist after graduating from a fancy school thing (i swear i know the right term but not now how embarrassing)

he spent his whole life trying to limit kusuo's powers and eventually remove them completely (same as canon haha)

he also wants to remove powers from other witches and mages while hes at it teehee (cute girl sticking tongue out image here)

btw he does a lot of experiments and some of them r not very ethical but dont worry about it lol

their grandma (i forgot her name srry :(( ) owns a famous boutique, kurumi works there too

moving on to other characters i was thinking saiko family is a royal family althogh they arent liked by the public bc of their attitude honestly if metori became the king the country is doomed

but that is if he didnt have the power of friendship

metori is the crown prince of the country and nendou is his knight

what?!??!

yes u read that right

nendou became a knight bc of his almost inhumane strength

almost got fired multiple times but hairo, another knight with the best reputation possible helps nendou keep his job

also a very kind person he will drop whatever hes doing to help ppl when they need it

he likes playing with children (fails many times bc his face is scary he is sad) and buying things from them even though he doesnt need wtv tjey r selling

one day nendou invites metori to meet his friends (almost got fired for the nth time. hairo is crying. keep up the good work.) and miraculously metori says yes since he has nothing to do and is somewhat curious about how peasants spend their time

somehow his friends are: kusuo, a mage who is just average but has genius alchemist brother

kaidou who is just some guy who really wants to be both a mage and knight at the same time but cant do both

and aren who came from a mercenary background but decided to become a knight instead and is quickly climbing the ranks

metori is very impressed with these people (except kaidou 💀💀) but it didnt last long when all of them act so god damn weird

they met at a bar, saiki brought a box of dessert from a cafe to eat, kaidou is sitting at a corner muttering something about having a hidden power and that he can destroy the bar rn if he wanted to and aren is normal but sometimes he says something scary every now and then

anyways they definitely hated metori but they warmed up to him after a few times meeting and they get to enjoy rich ppl luxuries

a few months later metori wakes up in the middle of the night in cold sweat when he realises that he is friends with those peasants and that he enjoys spending time with them

congratulations now u have the powers of friendship and character development

ok next teruhashi family is a high ranking noble family

maybe teruhashi family being low ranking nobles who r gaining a lot of popularity would be good too

metori is the crown prince and is constantly sending marriage offers to kokomi but makoto burns every single marriage offer letter from anyone (the only time kokomi is grateful to him)

kokomi and makoto r the most beautiful ppl in the country or perhaps the whole world and the kokomi objectification by men is even worse in this au so shes kinda fucked up inside

but dont worry !!! she does have awareness that she is going insane and makes sure to have some self care hobbies

which is sneaking out and interacting with people she wears a disguise that covers up her beauty so that when she interacts with ppl they respond back like shes just a person and this is important to her because it reminds her that life is not just get married have children and die

interaction with ppl as in just buying random things from whatever store she sees (she has 0 social skills if it isnt acting)

it gets even better for her when she comes across chiyo who is a low ranking noble whos title was bought instead of earned

when they first meet, chiyo deduces that kokomi is a noble from the way she talks and carries herself but doesnt know which family (it doesnt matter to her shes just excited to meet a new friend)

their first meeting is quite awkward bc neither of them know what to talk abt so they just sat together on a bench in silence for a few minutes

well its not that bad in the end bc chiyo decided they can go shopping or eat at cute cafes

kokomi started to get irritated (she was actually anxious bc she has never been treated as a friend before she just doesnt know) so she told chiyo her identity to see if chiyo will start worshipping her

chiyo needed a while to process but shes extra happy bc kokomi revealed her identity and chiyo took it that she wanted to be friends

she also starts talking about herself more and asking kokomi questions

this stuns kokomi as this is the first time someone was genuinely interested in her as a person

unfortunately she feels overwhelmed and goes home to rest (the whole time with chiyo just replays in her head constantly)

anyways they continue meeting outside and eventually go to gatherings and tea parties together

many ppl gossip abt chiyo not being enough for kokomi and when kokomi heard it the first time in public she broke her perfect lady act without thinking to defend chiyo (she almost started beating up ppl but she controlled herself so everythings fine :3)

i think i like kokomi x chiyo a lot do they have a ship name??

queer platonic kokomi x chiyo.....

wow this post is damn long

i actually just wanted to daydream of what kind of witch outfit kusuo would look good in

also im not sure abt kaidou in this au.... definitely a delusional person tho

maybe hes quite smart academically but i just dont have a clear direction of his role in this au

i will be surprised if anyone read this much thank u for reading my brain vomit

if u can tell i dont have much knowledge on historical settings lololol

i havent thought abt other characters much but aiura is definitely a witch who can do fortune telling

maybe imu is the leader of an information guild

akechi is either working in imu's guild or hes a detective

#saiki k #tdlosk #saiki k historical fantasy au #saiki kusuo #teruhashi kokomi #shun kaidou #nendou riki #yumehara chiyo #saiko metori #saiki kuusuke #hairo kineshi #kuboyasu aren #wow this is long... #i might make another post like this once i have ideas for other characters #if u read everything pls feel free to add more ideas ill be so happy #mao talking

[dulcedebusse]

Three months on T babyyyyy

Wanted to share my experience as a hesitant nonbinary person on low (currently 1/4) dose T. This will be long but I'll try to organize.

Body:

-- Overall fat distribution and weight loss. I got cut in like three weeks flat? I think this is due in part to me not knowing how to eat properly with an increased metabolism. But for real. I lost the fat on my arms that had never gone away even on a good work out plans (and ffff even when I was anorexic). I lost most of the little pouch below my belly button. Fat from my legs, gone my dude just GONE. I'm eating properly now and these changes have stayed. I don't work out at all these days but I magically have more definition. I'm ecstatic.

-- Bottom growth. Yes right on day 2 even on low dose. I had a little growth spurt in the first three weeks, during which I was very sensitive and very horny (challenging combination). Since this growth spurt, nothing has changed and the sensitivity has gone down; I'm actually less sensitive than I was before. For me this is great because it was previously very easy to get overstimulated there in a bad/painful way. Hoping for another growth spurt soon. It's CUTE and I LOVE IT.

-- Body hair: no changes as far as I can tell. Maybe some of it grows a little faster. I've let the few hairs I have below my belly button grow out for the first time ever, and I think it's pretty cute.

-- Voice: no change as far as I can tell. Two coworkers did comment on my voice today but I am also sick.

-- Sweat: I notice my palms sweat more often, otherwise no change. This is kind of positive for me since before they'd only sweat if I was an anxiety goo blob; now it's just kind of a normal thing so I no longer associate it with that state.

-- Period: My first one on T was so minor and I got excited. Less mood swings, less pain. The second one... put me down. It was absolutely horrible, extremely painful with bad moodswings, and my dysphoria went through the roof. This was the first time in my life I considered calling out of work for it. I have since started BC to stop my period because my T dose is too low to affect it--that came with a host of other things to deal with. Wish me luck.

-- Chronic pain: I have pretty bad back pain and hold a lot of tension in my shoulders and hips. I also have tendonitis and my hands often hurt like crazy in the cold or after I wake up. All of this has decreased significantly. My shoulders aren't crunchy! I would have had to do 1 hr of yoga per day to minimize my pain this much beforehand. (Have tested this.) I am amazed. I needed this so so badly.

Mind / mood:

-- Hunger: yes I'm hungry! Almost all the time! But it's also more manageable. Previously hunger would make me nauseous, angry, overall not functional. Now it's just plain hunger and it's pretty easy to take care of. I had some ED history so its amazing to just eat food that tastes good and feel good about it.

-- Irritability: a lot of people warned me about this but for me it's been very minor. I have noticed that in conflict I am more likely to not turn everything inward, which is actually pretty positive. (For example if I get crap at work, I'm more likely to write it off on the other person rather than have a breakdown in the bathroom and blame myself and spiral).

-- Sadness: I still feel normal levels of sad about things that are sad. I cry less about dumb stuff, but I still cry about serious stuff. I have depression and I do feel like it presents slightly differently--more just numbness, less sobbing.

-- Dysphoria: my day to day dysphoria has significantly decreased. When I do get dysphoria, it is much much worse.

-- Energy: I have more energy! Which is amazing because the main thing my depression does is take all my energy away. This has leveled off but in the beginning it was a very significant change.

Ok that's all I can think of. Feel free to ask me questions.

I'm so happy I'm doing this for myself. It's a very low dose, and I'm sure many people would prefer faster/greater changes, but thus far this has been so right for me. I'm choosing to participate in the creation of my self. For the first time in my life, I'm not chasing satisfaction to only end up with dissociation.

✌️

#ftm #transgender #non binary #trans #transmasc #transmasculine #hrt #enby #testosterone

[kuroshirosb]

REQUESTS YAY. hmmmmm let's see. hm. 25 + a mausoleum for two bc i was thinking about them again

Twelve o’ clock on the dot meant tea time in the garden. Always, every day, for as long as the only two attendees could ever remember. Being surrounded by rose bushes and clear skies with the pidove singing in the distance, it was only the perfect setting for a fancy drink in fancy dishware with fancy pastries. 

Cheren Piper hummed, setting down his porcelain teacup delicately decorated in red roses, listening to the gentle clink against the porcelain, gold trimmed cup plate. He stared down at his cup, admiring the red liquid speckled with golden yellow inside. “I see you’ve been having an interest in vileplume pollen this week…” he trailed off, looking down at his cup with a knowing smile.

Cheren Kurosawa, placed his own porcelain cup decorated in purple abstract diamonds on a cup plate trimmed silver. He gently picks up his teaspoon and starts to twirl the liquid dyed a murky purple around. He hums, not looking his king in the eye. “Do you not like it, my lord? You’ve seemed to favor it these past couple of days.”

The king with a crown dyed in red jewels merely chuckles, “When did I say that?” he inquires, “I quite enjoy it, in fact. Just something I had noticed…” He then points to the drink nestled in between his guard’s hands, “I figured I’d mention-”

“-poison again?” Kurosawa finishes, placing his spoon down on the table, narrowing his eyes. He looks up from his drink, but not looking the puppet king in his eyes. Rather favoring for almost looking past him.

Piper huffed, his grin turning into a pout, “...Poison again. You always know what I’m about to say.” He holds his chin in his palm and clicks his tongue. 

Kurosawa hums, “What can I say my lord, you really are quite predictable.” Not commenting on his bratty behavior. Perhaps it was too much of an easy quip for the retainer to make. “I will say, the dragalge toxin you’ve been using still has yet to get old for me. It’s delicious.” He hummed. 

Piper’s frown turns into a smirk almost, the compliment seeming to bring up his mood. “Thank you, it’s not very easy to get your hands on. I’m happy to hear it’s not going to waste.” 

Kurosawa sighs, raising an eyebrow, but still not quite looking directly at the person in front of him. “Are you sure it’s not going to waste? Here I am drinking it, and yet…” in one swift motion, a decorated knife flies past Piper’s shoulder. A pained cry resounds from behind the puppet king’s back, and the sound of a body hitting the floor comes moments after. “...I can still protect you with little interference.”

Piper tilts his head to the side, almost pondering his question with his head still in his hand. “I guess you make a fair point, although…” he closes his eyes, “...you getting a kick out of the taste makes it worth it.” He looks behind him and onto the cobblestone path, taking a good look at which assassin that thorn of a rebel leader has sent this time. And his eyes simply furrowed. 

Even tea time with his guard isn’t a sacred time. He knows this.

He feels a drop of sweat dribble down his face. 

He doesn’t like having his routine interrupted, even if he should be used to this by now.

Kurosawa clicks his tongue. “If that’s what you consider making good use out of expensive toxins, then who am I to argue,” he says as he pushes himself out of his overly fancy, white chair, stepping over to the groaning body on the floor. “Perhaps I should try introducing qwilfish into your tea in exchange. Maybe you’ll enjoy that more than simple vileplume spores, as a treat.”

He steps over to the body, notably keeping some closeness to the pale puppet king. 

Piper furrows his eyebrows, all while trying to not feel the eyes of the many that do not exist in this room. “I’m your king, I should be treated always,” he quips back. Acting as though he was normal. 

Kurosawa takes a look over the potential assailant, “Interesting how you take problem with the treat aspect, rather than the poison part,” he remarks. No matter how much he quips, that lost, soulless expression never seems to escape his crying eyes. He pulls the dagger from their hands, as well as the one in their shoulder, and places them back into his sleeve. A place that seemed to be endless with just how much it held. 

Piper huffs, shifting his gaze over to Kurosawa and the failed assassin to see what he was up to. “It wouldn’t be fifteen past twelve in the afternoon without it,” he replies.

“...I suppose that’s correct.” Kurosawa simply remarks, and as he does, he pulls his own knife from his sleeve, aiming for the ruler next to him. Unfortunately for the retainer though, this one was caught before it could stab anything else. 

Didn’t stop the blood from trickling down gently, staining the silver with red. The two simply sighed.

It was their own little routine. A constant the two could always rely on. An almost game. For a boy who must fear a knife staring him down every corner at every dinner party, and for a boy with no idea who he once was aside from his name and the order to kill. There was some kind of odd comfort, found in picking up someone’s patterns and reacting as such, Piper found. He wondered if it was the same for Kurosawa.

The liege said nothing, simply letting go of the knife. Instead, he stands up, and walks back to his side of the table. Piper hears the guards coming for the danger next to him, assuming to take him to the dungeon and proceed to make a public spectacle of. They’ll bandage his hand while they’re here.

It’ll go back to being business as usual, presumably. 

Business with eyes all over the lord, and business where the liege has doesn’t understand anything. 

Business where they have nowhere to go but here, sitting in front of each other, at this table, at this hour.  

Kurosawa sits back in his chair, all while Piper takes his cup back to his mouth and sighs, letting a simple remark escape his mouth before the guards could hear.

“Until the end of our days, I want to stay by your side forever…”

“...Don’t let anyone else end this for us.”

And Kurosawa simply nods, moving his head slightly to the left as the knife from Piper's side comes for him. It makes a loud clang, all as the two take another sip of their poison tainted tea. 

Forever won’t exist, most assuredly. Not as long as the sword of Damocles keeps swinging. But for now, only they will let each other decide when this ends. They only have each other, after all.

#asks #citrongarde #ashe's writing #a mausoleum for two #amf2 #cheren piper #cheren kurosawa #HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII #WAVES #i did my best here!! #once again im. slightly nervous that kurosawa is a bit OOC here #but i figured he'd be talking more. formally. since he was under mind control. #im kind of proud of how this came out actually #also sorry it came out. long. but also i accidentally write like 800+ words most of the time so #:puts my head on my hands like an anime girl: bwehhh #anyways amf2 sweep

[whois-miki]

my name is the only thing they can’t take.

Chapter 1 of Bloody Ballerina:

“my name is the only thing they can’t take.”

warning : none

“Azalea!”

Alanna called out to me, snapping me from my trance. Her auburn hair was twisted into two french braids that laid over her shoulders.

My hands fell from my knees to the dewy grass beneath me. I look into her irritated eyes and she says, “get up, it’s reaping day.”

My hands clench the grass that i was sitting on, like i was a small child trying to hold on to what i had left. My eyes find the fresh meadow again and i felt a sudden realization wash across me.

Reaping day.

The day where my name has a 1/100 chance of being pick. Or it could be Reed, or Allana.

They took so much away from me already. My mother, my father, my home, my twin brother. My name is the only thing they can’t take away from me.

……

I stand up with a shaky breath. Allana notices this and softly takes my hand in hers to lead me back home.

The walk from the forest is long. I can feel the rocks beneath me, from my worn out shoes.

When we get to our house, i shed my clothes and take a much needed bath.

The water felt cold and dunking my head under made it much worse. i sat there for a while, in the ice cold water, thinking about my twin brother screaming out for me to help him. I remembered just standing there as two peacekeepers drag him away. I remembered him freezing to death in the tundra arena whispering one word to his ally before passing.

“Azalea.”

I wondered if the icy water is what he felt as he took his final breaths. I wondered if i would ever be able to look in the mirror again without seeing him.

“Azie! get out and get dressed! we only have an hour!”

Reed shouted from the outside of the locked door of the bathroom. I stepped out of the cold bath, and shuddered at the blast of cold air. I dried off my hair and body before changing into my reaping dress. It was a light blue dress that had dirt stains along with grass stains near the bottom. I tied my hair up into two braids and squeezed my feet into my too tight dress shoes.

……

I joined my older brother and sister outside and we walked another mile to get to the Hall of Justice. I whispered a small ‘love you’ to my brother, and walked into the line of girls along with my sister. The peacekeeper pricked my finger and pressed it on a paper, like a stamp. i winced at the pain and joined the other 13 year old girls.

I zoned out as the video played, it talked about the war and how the hunger games brought the districts together. The whole video felt like a distant memory that had been played over and over.

“Now that is just a wonderful video!” Clementine spoke into the mic, a short feedback echoing into the crowd. “Now, as always, the girls go first.” she said with her squeaky voice.

“Azalea Ampere.”

I felt a wave of shock wash over me. My wide eyes flickered up from the floor. I had the urge to scream and cry on the floor, but i knew that if i did what Andrew did then i wouldn’t survive long.

“ah! there you are, sweetie! come up. up up up!” the escort said to me in a sweet tone. I walked up to the stage and i desperately look to my sister, almost pleading for her to volunteer. But she just looked down in shame knowing that she couldn’t bring herself to it.

“the boys, next!”

“Reed Ampere. now what a coincidence, two sibilings. brother and sister, wow!” Clementine said, rather excited. I felt two hand on each of my arms pulling me away from the stage and into a train.

……

Cold sweat drips down my face as i realize that it was just a dream. more like a nightmare. I look around and realize something again.

this isn’t my room.

this is a compartment in the tribute train.

and it wasn’t a dream. it was a memory. something i didn’t want to be true. I thought they could take my name away. i guess i was wrong.

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😭i’m so sorry this is actually a horrendous first chapter. i literally don’t know how to start a chapter 🤧

comment pls bc i’m bored and i need a reminder that i exist and people notice me. 🙏

#the hunger games #thg series #thg #district 5 #finnick odair #johanna mason #jenna ortega #charlie bushnell #walker scobell #xander hale #xander hawthorne #azalea ampere

[sunlightandsuffering]

Hey lys! Remember that au where eremika were highschool sweethearts and then porco framed eren so they broke up. And then they reunite at their high school reunion but erens already got a girl.

I wanted to ask, do you know how you wouldve ended that au:

1) any ideas of scenes on the process of how they would end up together?

2) And what would be erens decision making behind choosing mikasa instead of the other girl - someone who he genuinely liked and who couldve given him a fresh new start, a potentially healthy lovely relationship?

OMG DIVORCE AU!! I do remember it!!!

I think they would have gotten together!! After a lot of drama and hurt feelings probably, like it would have taken a lot of work on Mikasa's part bc she really kind killed Eren, they straight up divorced!

I think he’d be very reluctant but he can’t help himself he gives her a chance this is the one that got away the ex love of his life back on his doorstep saying she regrets it, how could he not at least see where it goes. And then I think he dates them both for a bit, he’s really biased towards the other girl wants it to work. But after a romantic date together and spending the night he realizes he’s thinking of Mikasa and she’s what he wants, thinking about them hanging out and how persistent she is and he has to take her back 🥺🥺

Eren is fuming, positively fucking pissed, angrier than he's ever been in his life as he walks towards Mikasa's door, her little townhouse in the nice neighbourhood with good neighbours, exactly like her, pretty, sweet.

But Eren doesn't have time to consider her sweet right now, not when he's angrier than he's ever been in his twenty eight years on the fucking planet because what the fuck does she think she’s doing, who does she think she is??

All he feels is hot eclipsing rage as he bangs on the door, fist slamming into wood, the pain almost a balm to his fury.

She opens the door looking surprised to see him, her mouth parted and she’s stunning even this morning, no makeup, barefoot in a pair of blue sweat shorts and a threadbare T-shirt he’s sure belonged to him in high school.

“Eren! I’m sorry did we have plans and I forgot?”

“No,” he snaps, his tone frosty, his gaze trained on her pretty face, how irritatingly beautiful she is, how happy she is to see him.

He can’t take it, bursting abruptly, “What the fuck Mikasa?”

“I’m sorry?” She says, confusion evident on her face as she struggles to make sense of his sudden outburst.

Eren continues, unfazed, how dare she? His anger only grows because she has no idea what she’s done to him.

“What do you think you’re doing huh? Who do you think you are?”

“Ere I- I’m sorry I umm I don’t know what I’ve done, if you don’t want to see me anymore—“

He cuts her off, grabbing her by the waist, and going In dor a long brutal kiss, pulling her close, crushing her to him so she can’t escape. She makes the sweetest little noise into his mouth before melting into him.

He pulls back, out of breath and still angry as ever as he looks her over, her lips swollen and red, soft slate grey eyes wide and confused as she looks up at him.

“Who do you think you are Mikasa Ackerman to make me fall in love with you all over again?“

“Eren?” She says, her voice choked and questioning, “is it me are you choosing me?”

He brings his forehead to hers, leaning in to kiss her nose, “Yeah baby I’m choosing you and I’m fucking pissed about it.”

She laughs through her tears, crying in relief as her arms wrap around him for a hug, “Of course I’d fall in love with you not once but twice.”

#divorce au #lys’s drabbles

[lustbile]

WayV comeback when? 😭😩 I keep binge watching Ten and Xiaojun Famcams from like 3 years ago when they were having fanmeetings in China. I miss them so much *^* Simping so hard on Xiaojun because of that one fancam where he covered Ten's part in Take Off. Btw I am your new reader only been following you for like a month and I really like your writing 😩💙 who is your favorite member???

If you take blurb request, can you write about Alpha Xiaojun + rough sex (not super rough but rough enough, idk what I am saying) + Omega Reader who is in heat and triggers his rut..He ends up knoting inside and giving mate mark to the omega. + Fluffy aftercare (bc why not) as they can't seperate for an hour because of the knot they just cuddle the whole time and sweet kisses and all. They both are like already in relationship btw. I am sorry if my request is too detailed and weird ⚫👄⚫

I know!!! I miss wayv so bad man :/ but thank you for following and reading my stuff! Im assuming you mean specifically a wayv bias, but I don’t really feel like I have one right now and its probably because its been so long since they’ve had a comeback, but id say maybe yangyang?

and ive never written an abo thing and i haven’t really read any in a long time either, but I hope you like it!

Warnings: everything requested, mentions of blood

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You groan softly as Xiaojun’s hands run up your heated skin, his fingers drumming against your ribs as he presses down to hold you still. You twitch wildly beneath him, your thighs shifting in a desperate attempt to get some form of friction, and you feel a hungry need to snap at him when he smiles in amusement. 

“Always so high strung,” he teases, his voice tense as he lets his wild eyes follow the bead of sweat that rolls down the center of your bare chest, “don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”

“Fuck me,” you command, your harsh tone making him huff in laughter. You move your ankles to hook at the back of his thighs, trying to pull him closer to you, but all you get in response is him reaching to roughly tug at your nipple. 

You whimper loudly as he pulls at your skin, your back arching away from the bed. You grit your teeth painfully, and the ache in your core intensifies, but before you can let the rude thoughts that swim through your mind slip off your tongue, you feel his length bump gently against your clit. 

You almost howl when he tilts his hips towards you, his length dragging through the slick that drips obscenely from your body, and when he catches just slightly against your entrance, you start babbling out desperate pleas of his name. 

“I can’t,” you start, choking slightly as you move your hands to claw at his arm, “please fucking please, I need it so bad.”

You watch as his eyebrows thread together tightly, his resolve slipping as your hips jump to grind against him sloppily. He wants to keep holding back, the enjoyment he gets from seeing you like this is too much for him to explain, but the heat that grows in his own belly becomes almost unbearable. 

You’re still mindlessly mumbling when he finally pushes into you, his hips stuttering and his hands roughly groping your skin as he fills you completely with one thrust. The cry you let out bounces off the walls and around him, and he groans in pain as your nails sink deeper into his skin. 

He doesn’t give you anytime to adjust to the way he’s seated inside you, his actions dwindling not only your patience, but his as well, and before you can catch your breath, he leans forward to push his face against the damp skin of your neck and slams his hips into your roughly. 

You flutter around him wildly, your eyes rolling back as you try to anchor yourself back to reality. You feel your arousal drip and smear across your skin, and the sound of your skin meeting his blares in your ears and pulls a deep growling noise from your chest. 

The sensitivity and heat that licks at your body makes you dizzy, the way his pelvis brushes against your clit with every thrust making and overwhelming pleasure overtake your senses. You feel him lapping at the skin below your jaw, and when his hands smooth down your sides until they wrap around the back of your knees, he pulls your legs further apart until you can feel his knot catching on your entrance with his every move. 

“Need,” you whine in his ears, his teeth nipping at your skin blurring your thoughts and making a shiver roll up your spine, “need it, alpha.”

He hisses your name as you clench around him, his fingers pressing harshly into your skin as he shifts his hips slightly. He pushes more, grinding into you between thrusts, and when his swelling knot finally sinks into you, he swears loudly as if in anger. 

Your orgasm builds too quickly for you to handle or to warn him, your breath coming out in ragged pants as you squirm under his weight. You feel your body sucking him in, trying to keep him deep inside you every time his knot slips out, and as you tilt your head down to sink your teeth into his shoulder, you loudly sob around his flesh. 

Even with him flush against you, you want him closer. Your body begs for him to sink into you completely, and when he bites harshly at your throat, you get your wish. 

Pleasure rushes over you violently as his sharp teeth break your skin, a pained howled flying from your lungs as tears stream down your face. You feel his hips still against you, his knot swelling inside you and locking you together as you feel him start to come along with you, and as your vision blurs, your thighs trying to fight to slam closed around his waist. 

Your moans and whines become quiet whimpers as you shutter against him, his tongue dipping out to lick at the trickles of blood that slip from the shallow cuts he left behind. He lets go of your legs, letting you wrap them around him tightly, and as he slips his arms under your curved back, he pulls you against his chest while you orgasm continues to wrack through your body. 

You sigh softly as he pulls you further up your bed, your head landing on your pillow as you curl around him and shake. The way he stays inside you, shifting as he moves you to lay on your sides, makes your hips tilt and writhe as your body battles the need for relief and more stimulation. 

His voice sounds distant even as he whispers praises into your ear, your mind still fuzzy as he coaxes you to lean your forehead against his chest with his hand pressing at the base of your skull, and as your breathing settles into a more natural pattern, he presses kisses across your temple to your hairline. 

You’re still curled against him after it feels like eons have passed, your hands grabbing at him as he presses his lips against yours. You feel heat start licking at your weak body again, your need becoming more intense as you settle deeper into his chest, but you try to stay relaxed as pets soothingly at your skin. You want him more, to feel every inch of him every second of the day, but as the marks on your throat sting and burn dully, you have to remind your still whirring mind that he’s all yours forever.

#Nct smut #wayv smut #Xiaojun smut #nct blurb #wayv blurb #ask

[lovelykhaleesiii]

My brain must be working over time bc I just thought of an amazing concept (kinda inspired by this amazing fic https://www.tumblr.com/its-actually-minicika/713404663970611200/hi-love-your-works-so-much-cant-wait-for-more?source=share ) 🤭❤❤

Tw - ANGST (cant decide if this will have a good ending or bad ending just yet 🤭) cursing, mentions of self harm (but no act is done!) and thats it ig (its also a greens win au!!!) This will probably have 3 parts!! 😘😌

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Alicent plays with her gold rings as Aegon beings talking, smirking to herself. The young Velaryon stood on the ground, her dressed ripped and lip busted. But she wouldn't show no emotion. No fear. No sadness. None.

After a few moments of Aegon talking - to which she had toned him out - he informs her she is to stripped of all titles and publicly declared a Targaryen. A bastard.

Then again, she also technically not a Velaryon either.

Alicent then tells her that she will wed her second son. Aemond. Not can. But will.

She hid her disgusted expression well. But she had - and will always have - a fiery temper.

"I will not." She states harshly.

"You can," Alicent says, "and you will."

Nothing more is said.

There was no argument to be said. The young Velaryon no longer had any friends, family, or even allies at court. Her entire family had been killed. Her baby brother Luke had been swallowed by Aemond's war dragon. Her mother met her end by Aegon's dragon. With her step-father having gone after Aemond for revenge after Luke and him crashing down to the waves, along with her other brother Jace.

She had fought. And hard. Aemond was the one to find her and she had wasted no time in putting a knife to her neck and threateningly to slit her own throat. Telling him that once she dies, put her with the wolves and that they would treat her body more kindly.

She doesn't think they will kill her. Not if they wanted a retaliation. People didn't like Aegon and it showed.

The first couple nights she was locked in a tower like a cliché princess story she had read about, she had woke herself up screaming and drenched in sweat. Which is when she learned Aemond had apparently been by to "check on her" and heard her screaming and crying out. The state of his future wife hurt his heart and it pained him to see her in such a state.

"It's okay," he soothed, "i'm here."

She had reacted by throwing her chalice cup at him. It missed him by an inch but it was the action that had counted. "Get the fuck out! Now!"

Aemond had only gave her a pained look before leaving, closing her door softly, not saying anything.

A mere few hours before the wedding, Aemond had came into the room where you were trying on dresses.

"I like this one," he softly said, running his hands over the lacy green dress which had zigzag ties in the arms and the chest. It was almost too revealing. Of course he had liked it.

"You already killed my family and have me as a prisoner. No need to further humiliate me by putting me in your Hightower green."

Aemond's patients had worn thin. You were difficult. Almost too difficult. "You can't exactly wear the Velaryon blue either, can you?" He snaps back.

She had spotted a knife. Right next to the table. If she wanted to she could take it and take out his other eye. But she had to compose herself. If she wanted to live. If she wanted revenge.

"Of course, my lord."

Once Aemond had left - after agreeing to wear that gods awful green dress - she decided that in order to gain revenge, she would have to play his and his mother little game. Keep Aemond interested. Which meant basically selling herself, her body, and her family's honor to the one-eyed devil himself.

That is what he is. What he will always be.

And if she had to whore herself out to the one-eye prince, then so fucking be it.

She had decided to be a little late to her own wedding, which of course didn't go over well with Alicent or Aemond. She had arrived fashionably late, in a Velaryon blue dress, with her silver rings adorning her fingers. One in particular had been her mothers. It had a black gemstone in it.

"I'm sorry i'm late, dear husband." With those words, Aemond swore he could feel the blood go from his cheeks down to his pants. She then turns to Alicent. "Nice to see you, grandsire."

After the vows, the young Velaryon had opt to kiss Aemond on the kiss instead of the lips. Just to keep him wanting more.

"You can at least try to look more happy," Aemond says.

She closes her eyes, attempting to hide a eye roll. "I fear I am a little tired from all the excitement, dear husband."

Aemond couldn't think on what was going on with his wife. One day she is as cold as ice to him and ignoring him, the next she is throwing things at him and giving him that fiery temper he had oh so adored since they were children. Now she is opening smiling and calling him husband.

He decides to push some more so he takes her hand and lightly squeezes it. The young princess reacts that taking her hand back and sending a glare to him.

As the festivities settled, it was noe time for the bedding ceremony, to which she was absolutely terrified for. But what she didn't know he had spoke to his mother about it so there would be no bedding ceremony.

"I believe we - including me - have scared the poor girl enough. We don't need to humiliate her anymore then she already is."

Alicent thinks for a moment. "If that is what she wants then that is what she gets."

"Thank you, mother."

Going to Aemond and her's now shared chambers, her nerves subsided, especially with the news there would be no bedding ceremony. Not because she isn't a maiden but because she doesn't need any more prying eyes on her then she had for the entirely of her life. But a part of her was still scared of Aegon.

He had chased down her brother and fed him to his dragon. How could she not be?

Aemond had seen her shaking as she worked to undress, which made Aemond stop her.

"Are you scared of me, lady wife?"

She tries to shake her head, to keep up the appearance of the unshakable princess but she couldn't. Now that they were alone, he could easy kill her if he so desired.

"I can tell, you're shaking like a leaf." Aemond grabs her hands into his own, gently kissing them. "You don't need to fear me, my dear lady, I would rather soon die then see you hurt or scared."

-🔥

this was amazing as always my love, the angst I can just feel it 🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭

Aemond better treat her better!!!!

#🔥 anon #aemond targaryen fanfic rec #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen asks

[sevmch]

scars | ackerman l.

summary: humanity’s strongest soldier, levi, was just as human as everyone else, having it the hardest after the rumbling, scars running deeper than the surface and you’re there to help him through it.

warning(s): ch 139 manga spoilers, mentions of death and injuries, mentions of nightmares, insecurities // lmk if there’s more

genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

a/n: got a little inspiration from lana del rey’s young & beautiful :> also, i struggled with the last part bc tumblr kept deleting it even though i saved it sksks ps not proof read towards the end. enjoy!

the war between the marleyans and eldians was over. titans have perished from the world for good and it felt like life has truly began for everyone from paradis, but most especially for the scouts who survived.

to say that it was a relief was an understatement, no words can ever profoundly explain how great it felt to no longer have to wake up and think that it could be your last, living in constant fear of being eaten by a titan or killed by an enemy. above all, none of you ever have to be scared of losing important people in life anymore.

you never have to deal with the nightmare of losing the only person that mattered the most, levi. you love him so much that you were willing to sacrifice your life for him rather than losing him - you'd rather die than live in a world without him; a cruel world where he was the only great thing to happen in your life.

it probably makes you the most selfish person in the world but you were more than happy to survive hell together with levi. you were proud of him, humanity's strongest soldier who fought with his life and every inch of his being despite having it the hardest, witnessing the deaths of many significant people to him. despite his tremendous losses, he still survived it all.

but even when you were finally free, he had suffered greatly physically and mentally that it tore you apart.

levi had it the hardest the first few months since the rumbling. when his insomnia allowed him to sleep, his nightmares would wake him up during ungodly hours, screaming, crying, and kicking the sheets. the first time it happened, you panicked, not knowing what to do and how to help him.

being a light sleeper, you woke up to him mumbling incoherent words and moving restlessly on his side of the bed, sweat tracing his skin like a broken faucet, brows furrowed deeply.

"levi." you placed a hand on top of his trembling hands, shaking him lightly in an attempt to wake him up but only grew more concerned when he began whimpering, finally getting you to sit up. "levi!"

he jolted awake, gasping for air like he just got out of the water, hastily moving away as if someone was trying to attack him until his back hit the headboard. you moved quickly, placing your hands on both his cheeks and getting him to look at you.

"i'm right here, you're okay levi," you said softly, reassuring him with your words and soothing him by caressing his tears stained cheeks with your thumbs. frantic eyes searched for you, relaxing almost immediately when finally finding you next to him. fear, pain, and sadness painted his features that it pierced your heart, your own sorrow not even amounting to half of his. you forced a smile, "it's okay now."

sob leaving his lips, he fell into your embrace, arms wrapping around your waist tightly like you were a figment of his imagination bound to disappear soon. your fingers combed through his coal black hair in comfort, own tears running down your face as he broke down into your shoulders, burying his face deeper into the crook of your neck as if hiding away from the monstrosity of life and the demons that haunted him.

in the many years you've been with levi, you have never seen him so vulnerable, always showing a tough exterior and being strong for everyone that sometimes you forgot he was human too and that night served as a reminder that he was just like you and everyone else. he was someone who cared deeply, scars running deeper than the surface and piercing through his soul.

he fell asleep, or at least you thought he did, an hour later with his head laying on your chest as you continued running your fingers through his hair. looking at him, your other hand gently traced down the length of the scar on his face, gut wrenching at the damage he got and the horror you felt that day when seeing him at the brink of death washed over you again and you hold him tighter. you almost lost him that day, rushing to his side after regrouping with hange, bursting into tears afraid and worried that he'd stop breathing. but even with the injuries he obtained in the fight to end destruction, you still found him beautiful alongside the scars that littered his body.

the nights repeat itself for months, levi screaming awake and you jolting up and reassuring him. during the nights that gabi and falco stayed over, they'd rush to the room with panic-stricken faces before morphing into melancholy, bringing water to levi and staying for a few minutes before retreating to their rooms. at nights when his insomnia kicked in, you both would lay awake wrapped in each other's arms and listening to each other's heartbeats. he'd caress your hair and plant feather-like kisses on your forehead, his own way of saying he loves you.

it was difficult but you knew well that levi had it worse, eyes becoming gloomy during the day and not saying much while you walked outside, pushing him in his wheelchair as you both took in the warmth and tranquility of the air that you once couldn’t enjoy.

you naturally started waking up in the middle of the night, laying there and memorizing every detail of levi's face as he slept peacefully while you prayed and hoped that it would be one of those rare nights when his nightmares allowed him to rest. you never told levi, knowing he'd only feel guilty and that was the last thing you wanted.

tonight was one of those, the clock on the wall telling you it was a quarter to four in the morning. you smiled weakly, glad that he could get proper sleep and rest. slowly moving out of bed, you tiptoed out of the room, careful not to wake him as you made yourself some tea.

you went through the letters you received from armin a couple days ago, forgetting to read them during gabi's stay. your heart melted at the words and from knowing that they were doing well, something you always wished for them during the times you spent together as scouts.

we've been traveling a lot lately across different countries. things are harder than we presumed but we're getting by. jean's asking if you've made any female friends but you don't have to answer that. connie says he misses captain but won't admit that to him. we hope captain levi's doing fine with his recovery, i really wish we can visit you both as soon as possible and express our gratitude to the two of you. until then, please wait for us.

- armin arlert

you chuckled at the last paragraph, feeling warm at your chest at the letter that you were tearing up. you missed them too, after all you've seen them grow and treated them like they were your children even when they caused trouble often.

folding the paper back into the envelope, you reached for a pen and paper laying on the counter so you can write back to them, fingers working to grab the items when you felt a presence behind you, arms snaking around your waist.

you tensed, fighting instincts making you move in reflex to push the unknown presence off but you were locked in place, the strong arms around your figure restraining your movements.

"it's me," levi whispered, chin resting on your shoulder as he let out a deep breath in content. you gasped in shock, "you could've hurt yourself levi! how many times do i have to tell you not to force yourself to walk!"

"tch," he muttered, nuzzling his nose into your neck. "so noisy."

you frowned. "did you have another nightmare? i'm sorry i wasn't-"

"i didn't. in fact, it was one of the best sleep i've had in a while. i woke up because you weren't next to me."

you relaxed into his hold, resting your back against his chest and leaning your head a little to the side to give him more room. "sorry, i wanted a drink."

"'s fine," he said softly, breathing against your neck that sent a shiver up and down your spine. "you're here."

the corner of your lips curled upwards, missing this side of levi that you hadn't seen or felt for a few weeks. "want some tea?"

he hummed, "in the morning."

"i'm writing back a letter to armin. is there anything you wanna say to them?" you straightened out the paper before beginning to write the words flowing in your head, waiting for levi's response.

"tell them they're still brats and that they should stop causing trouble."

you laughed heartily, shaking your head lightly in amusement. it was nice to have levi like this, his usual self that didn't have to face his demons for a while. he stayed still while you wrote the letter, feeling his soft breathing against your skin that you believed he fell asleep again.

"i'm sorry," he said suddenly, making you stop writing. "you must've been having a hard time. i shouldn't have put you through that."

your brows furrowed at his words, heart sinking into your stomach at the idea that he thought he was being a burden to you all this time. he wasn't and he'll never be a burden to you.

turning around, your hand rest on his chest, his arms on your waist pulling you closer to his body that you had to lean back a little to see his face.

"don't apologize, levi and don't think that way, hm? i want to be with you always through thick and thin and i know for sure that it's harder for you than it is for me," you said, rubbing soothingly at this chest.

the sadness in levi's eyes are visibly strong while a frown formed his mouth.

"why'd you stay?" his voice was low. "i'm beaten down, i have ugly scars, and i keep giving you a hard time when you should be out there exploring and enjoying the world. you deserve so much better than to be stuck here with me."

"levi," your voice broke, barely above a whisper as you feel your heart sink to the ground at his words. to you, he was everything - the sole reason why you chose to keep fighting and surviving even when every inch of your soul craved to give up, he was your strength, hope, and light in the darkness of paradis. tilting his face towards you, you search his eyes, trying to get him to look at you.

"i don't care about what i'm missing out there as long as you're by my side. i'd rather be stuck here with you than be away from you, levi. i deserve you and i'm not going anywhere without you next to me." your eyes water as you unhesitatingly pour out your heart and soul for him. you're full of desperation to make reach into his heart and make him feel just how much he meant to you. that he was more than his scars, looks, and title.

until now, he is still your everything - the reason why you're grateful you survived and still alive, he was the reason of your desire to keep living and dreaming; dreaming of a future together and living the rest of your lives with each other. there was nothing in this world that you'd trade for levi, may it be the richest of gold or the brightest diamond. levi ackerman was worth more than anything this world could offer.

"i'm here because i love you," you said softly, levi's lower lip trembling as he held his own tears back. "and i want to spend the rest of my life with you. you'll always be beautiful to me and no matter what happens, you will never change in my eyes."

a quiet sob left his chest, head falling to rest against yours, bringing your faces closer. hands moving around his neck, you soothingly rub at his nape, admiring him even at the proximity.

"thank you," he whispered. "for not dying. for staying and not leaving me alone."

unable to hold back anymore, a tear ran down his right cheek and you quickly wiped it away, thumb grazing over his scar. the scars that symbolized the pain he has endured. signifying that levi, despite the notion of him being apathetic and cold-hearted, was human too. pain was no exception to him, in fact, it was like his best friend; watching and enduring the loss of his family, comrades, and friends until it seemed like he became desensitized. but above all, it was a representation of his strength and humanity.

"you'll always have me, levi." you tilted his chin, getting him to look you in the eyes. "even when you tell me i'm annoying and too clingy, i'm not going anywhere."

"tch." he chuckled, lips turning upward into a smirk. "such a brat as always."

you giggled, chest turning warm.

"will you still love me even when i'm old and not as attractive?"

"yes."

"even on days when i'm grumpier than usual?"

"yes. even on those days."

"even if i can't give you the family you deserve?" his expression turned serious, sadness evident in his eyes at the question.

"yes," you answered without a second thought, staring intently into his eyes to show him you how much you meant it. "you're more enough for me, levi."

features softening, his hand reached to your cheek while the other pushed your body against his as he met your lips, kissing you softly and passionately. it was his silent proof of just how much he loves you and how grateful he was that you were still in front of him, alive and breathing. even though you were turning into a puddle from the way he kissed you lovingly. contented, you sighed into the kiss.

"i love you," he said, planting a gentle peck on your lips before pulling away, leaving you leaning in for more.

you could care less about the world. your world was right in front you, holding you in his arms and gazing at you with loving eyes.

you smiled, "i love you too."

3 years later

gabi’s brows were furrowed deeply they almost reached, glaring intensely at falco over a disagreement that levi, although finding it amusing, feared that the boy would suddenly poof into thin air.

“yellow is too bright, falco! can you try imaging it first before actually suggesting it?” she snarled, turning her focus to the notebook and scribbling whatever.

falco glanced at him for help, levi shrugging and deciding to leave it to them, not really liking the thought of being at the receiving end of gabi’s temper.

“uh, how about green?”

“i said light colors,” she said through gritted teeth. “light.”

a smirk forming his lips, levi found the sight entertaining as he observed the dynamic relationship of the two. during one of your nightly cuddles, you told levi your dream of running a business with him one day and since he made it his dream to make you happy for the rest of your life, he brought up the idea of opening a tea shop together; happiness filling him when you lit up in excitement.

gabi and falco were just as excited which was why they have been deliberately planning (and arguing) over the interior and exterior design of yours and levi’s soon to be tea shop, raising their voices occasionally and earning a few looks from your neighbors.

levi watched you from a distance as you bought some snacks, a sweet and friendly smile grazing your lips while conversating with the lady. he can’t help but smile too, falling in love with you like it was the first time.

“stop staring, it’s weird.” gabi raised a brow at him.

“she’s my girlfriend, i can stare all i want.”

“well, marry her first.” she sighed, putting down her pen.

levi faced the two, stripping his gaze from you who was slowly walking back to them. “i will,” he said, patting at his pants’ pocket lightly where he kept the ring he bought a few days ago.

their eyes widened, the two exchanging a knowing look before turning back to him, mouth agape and no words leaving their mouth.

“you impatient brats better shut up.” he warned, greeting you with a warm smile when you came back, placing the bread and biscuits on the table before sitting next to levi.

“how’s it going?” you asked, entwining your hand with levi’s.

falco blinked twice, elbowing gabi to make her snap out of her own surprise, levi narrowing his eyes at them which went unnoticed by you. “uh.. it’s... it’s great!” falco beamed, chuckling nervously.

“i have something to tell you later,” levi said, voice low compared to gabi’s as they resumed with planning.

you hummed as an ‘okay’, giggling at him before listening in on the conversation of the two. levi could feel his heart pounding against his chest, staring at your entwined hands as he contained himself from putting the ring on your finger right this instant.

2021 (c) sevmch | do not copy or repost.

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[ayyezhongli]

horny hungry dom zhongli x innocent slutty childe

where zhongli is horny asf and childe has this lusty energy around him which makes it hard for zhongli to concentrate bc he just wants to ravage and fuck childe using him as a fucktoy

ok so its late in the day n zhongli jus came back from a mission. he has paper work he needs to finish but forst he needs to shower bc he’s sweating like crazy.

so he says “good work today”

trying to contain himself with all this lust and sexual desire that was pouring out of childe. childe smiled saying.

“yeah thx, you too”

n zhongli walked over to take a shower. the lust was too strong. like a tornado. if he stood there any second longer he would’ve for sure fucked childe stupid right there. he turned on the shower water to hot and stripped revealing his member hard asf.

“fuck not again.”

so now zhongli steps in the shower, cheeks tinted pink and one of his hands against the tile wall.

“i’ll just get it over with now”

with his free hand wrapped around his dick, he starts pumping himself as images of childe flash in his brain. childe in a maid outfit. childe with a lewd face. childe moaning….all he could think about were these abstract images and dirty scenarios about childe he made up in his head mumbling childes name under his breath.

“Fuck! fuck! fuck!”

so zhongli cums shooting his load all over the tile wall panting. after a few minutes of washing himself he turns off the water and wraps a towel around his waist and gets out. he puts on a fresh pair of boxers and has the towel over his shoulders. when he looks up to his surprise, he sees childe standing in front of him with a bright red face.

“S-sensei!”

“how long have you been here?”

“w-well i went to go shower bc i thought you were done b-b-but….”

zhongli stares childe down biting his lip. childe could see the hungry look in zhonglis eyes. he looked like a beast who captured his pret and ready to devour it any second. n he suddenly found himself backing up as zhongli approached him until he was pressed up against a wall kabedoned.

He’s gonna eat me alive!!

“u saw enough.”

zhongli couldnt hold back anymore. he jus couldn’t. he has been for so long and too long. and with the way how childe was acting, his flushed face. He REALLY couldnt.

“S-s-sensei?!”

childe was squirming around trying to escape and oh that turned him on so much. watching childe squirm underneath him. and so he fiercely attacked childes neck marking and claiming every spot he can which in response to this action childe gripped his shoulders letting out tiny little pants and moans right into zhonglis ear.

“Sensei p-p-pls stop”

childe begged while zhongli ignored him. childes begging only made him harder. there was no going back now. zhongli slid his hands up childes shirt mouth still attached onto childes neck. he went up pinching his nipples causing a loud moan to escape his mouth.

“F-Fuck Sensei!!”

he moved up to nibble on his ear and reached his hand down into his pants to palm him.

“you’re already so hard for me childe….”

“S-s-sensei….”

childe moaned into his ear. childe had the lewd face that zhongli always dreamed of. It turned him on so much he almost came.

“D-d-dont to- Ahh~!!”

it was too late, zhongli had a tight grip around his dick and started pumping him fast. childe came within seconds all over zhonglis hand and in his pants. zhongli rid childe of his pants and started rubbing against him through his boxers.

“Mmmnn S-sensei dont stop ahh~”

“i never planned too”

He’s even hotter than i imagined

“childe….”

“w-w-what.”

“kiss me.”

n so childe did. wrapping his arms around zhonglis neck kissing him passionately. he wanted to have all of childe for himself. have him all to his self. violate and claim every orifice or non orifice of his body. all of it should n would belong to him by the time he’s done. pulling away breathless a string of drool attached from the mouth he went back in and childe rubbed back harder and needier than before.

“S-sensei….i want you….”

zhongli felt himself blush but kept a calm composure.

“prostrate yourself in front of me and maybe i’ll consider it.”

childe did so all shame going down the drain. n zhonglis view was nothing short from perfect. it was beautiful. seeing childe’s pink innocent little hole with his ass high up in the air. he couldn’t hold back. it was so plump, so untouched, so round, so innocent looking he wanted to destroy it. and so he bit down marking and claiming what belongs to him which made childe yelp. with a loud smack childe came as a red hand print formed on his ass.

“you came just from that? what a slutty little masochist”

childe quivered while zhongli spanked him a few more times. he could feel his legs going weak until they finally decided gave out and he dropped to the floor unable to hold himself up any longer.

“i’m not finished with u yet. get back up.”

childe struggled to follow his directions but eventually did wobbling.

“good little slut.”

zhongli bent over and planted a gentle kiss on his head.

“turn around and suck”

zhongli said pulling down his boxers revealing his hard member. childe just stared. that wouldn’t be able to fit inside him!! how was he gonna take all that it!!

“stop gawking at it n suck it!”

childe gulped and started licking his shaft sucking on the balls from time to time. he slowly lowered himself down gagging at every inch. he wanted to see zhonglis reaction through it all so he maintained eye contact as he watched zhonglis face flush and his hand covering his mouth. it was hot ngl and childe could feel himself becoming harder. after a few zhongli came and he could feel the slimy liquid go down his throat and drip down the side of his mouth. he pulled away but before he could fully zhongli held him down.

“keep going.”

childe did the best he could. and he could feel zhongli’s throbbing cock in his mouth.

“stick out ur tongue”

zhongli said panting slightly

“Fuck!”

and he came all over his face and getting sum on his tongue. catching his breath he looked down at childe to see such a slutty cum covered face panting with his tongue sticking out and tears forming from the side of his eyes.

“you look so hot covered in my cum, such a slutty whore all for me~….”

zhongli put his fingers in childe’s mouth.

“suck and get them nice and lubricated.”

childe did so until zhongli pulled them out.

“prostrate yourself for me again.”

and when he did, zhongli shoved his fingers inside causing childe to moan in pain, crying.

“S-s-sensei it hurts…”

“it wont for long just hang in there. this isnt even the part that hurts the most.”

zhonglis fingers wiggled around inside childe

“god ur squeezing my fingers so tightly”

his fingers searched for that one g spot.

“where is it now….”

zhongli said still looking until childe arched his back and let out a loud moan drool dripping down the side of his mouth.

“found it.”

what was he feeling? what was this immense amount of pleasure? has he have no shame? it all felt too good childe couldn’t think straight. as a puddle of drool formed from the side of his mouth n on the floor zhongli pulled out and aligned himself.

“woah woah wait sensei thats not all gonna f- AHH SHIT!!”

but before childe could finish zhongli pushed himself inside him. all of him. and childe choked on his own spit, eyes widening and crying clawing at the floor to escape as zhongli thrusted into him fast and rough showing no mercy.

“Sensei it hurts! It hurts! It hurts so much!”

childe cried out clawing and scraping at the floor.as much as he tried to escape zhonglis grip on his hips was too tight.

“shhh its okay….it’ll feel better soon.”

and like zhongli said, the pain started fading away n all he could feel was pleasure. all he could think abt was zhongli. zhonglis dick deep inside him. destroying him. ruining him. claiming him.

“Zh-zh-zhongli~!!”

childe moaned out.

“fuck that was hot. moan out my name again. moan the name of the person who’s fucking u stupid. claiming you for themselves.”

zhonglis pace quickened and by now he was slamming into childe ruining him like he always got off too.

“ZHONGLI FUCK!! I’M GONNA-”

and with that childe came dropping to the floor.

“this isnt over yet childe, not even close~….”

zhongli flipped him around placing each of his legs on his shoulder and pounded into him harder n faster than childe could ever imagine.

“I’m gonna cum again…”

“n im gonna cum too….”

giving a few more thrusts zhongli came inside him and childe came again on his chest cum dripping out of him and panting heavily and twitching.

“ur still so hard for me.”

zhongli palmed the twitching childe and he came once more all over zhonglis hand. zhongli lifted his hand up to childes mouth.

“lick it clean”

hesitating, childe sucked his hand clean tasting himself. the bittersweet slimy consistency. he couldn’t help but scrunch up his nose.

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style.

“lets take a shower shall we?”

“t-t-together?”

“mhmm.”

and so they stepped into the shower to bathe but it turned out to be another round. the end :)

(but guess what- i wrote an alt ending so enjoy 😈)

ALT ENDING:

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style. when zhongli raised his head he could see diluc standing in there eyes widen is shock to speechless to say anything. Childe looked at diluc face flushed

“DILUC??!!!? HOW LONG HAVE U BEEN THERE?!”

diluc was too speechless he couldn’t say anything.

“i’m just gonna-”

diluc said turning around.

“dont tell anyone diluc”

“i never planned too.”

diluc said walking out.

“Besides…i dont wanna risk the chance of me n kaeya getting out.”

(ok now thats the alt ending. hope you enjoyed the story. it’s pretty rushed but don’t mind that)

#childe x zhongli smut #zhongchi #zhongli x childe #childe x zhongli #zhongli x childe smut #zhongli x tartaglia smut #tartaglia #tartaglia x zhongli smut #zhongli smut #zhongli #tartaglia smut #zhongchi smut #childe smut #childe #genshin impact smut #my zhongchi smut collection

[bokutoslittlebird]

Threesome with Bokuto Kōtarō and Akaashi Keiji

Alpha!Bokuto x Beta!Reader x Beta!Akaashi

Warnings: Omegaverse, double penetration, dubcon, creampies, some BokuAka action (bc those are my babies), this is long

Summary: After presenting as a Beta, your mother decided being friends with an Alpha wasn’t good for him. After moving, you befriended another Beta, Akaashi Keiji. After years of not getting over your childhood crush, you never expected to see him again as your best friend’s mate. Akaashi can’t take care of Bokuto through his entire rut, so he lets Bokuto have some fun. There’s a lot of catching up to do between you two, anyways.

— 5 years old, [Y/N]

“You need to stop hanging around that boy, [Y/N],” your mother had said to you one evening. You had looked at her confused, wondering what Kōtarō had to do with your homework. She continued, ignoring the look on your face. “He’s presented as an Alpha. You need to stop hanging around him.”

“That doesn’t matter, mommy. He’s my friend,” you had said, not quite understanding. “I don’t want to hurt him.”

“[Y/N], listen to me. He doesn’t want to be with someone like you. Stop hanging out with him.” At the time, you didn’t understand what your mother was saying. You thought that she had thought your friend didn’t want you as a friend. You’d prove her wrong when you finished your homework.

You had finished the work and immediately went to yours and Kōtarō’s spot, seeing the familiar spiked up hair on the young boy. His frown was unusual, though. “Kō-chan?”

“My mom said we can’t hang out anymore,”

— present day

You woke to the alarm from your phone, the rhythmic beat of the song shooing away the traces of sleep. Your eyes fall to the calendar across your room, seeing you had to work today. With a promise of a hot bath and a treat of ramen after your shift, you are able to get out of bed and get ready to start the day.

Your work shift was simple, just taking orders and making coffee for customers, occasionally bringing treats to customers at the tables. It was normal, right down to when your friend walked in. “Keiji!”

“[Y/N],” he smiled, not having the same enthusiasm but enough to satisfy you. You had met Keiji after you moved, shortly after Kōtarō ended his friendship with you. Keiji had presented as a Beta, just like you, so yours and his mother encouraged playdates and study sessions at each other’s house, hoping a relationship would bloom. “The usual, please,”

“You sure? The season specialty is here! I know you like pumpkin,” your smile turned into a smirk, knowing you had got him when his eyes widened. The season specials were ready to serve, but nobody had switched the menus up.

“Hm, I think I’ll go with the pumpkin latte for today,” he finally said, after weighing his options. You smiled and put in the order, knowing exactly how to work his buttons. “I’ll have to let my boyfriend know,”

“Oh?” That was new information. A week ago, Keiji said he was going to die single because everyone’s an idiot. Now he’s got a lover? “Do tell,”

“He’s an Alpha, but his parents don’t care. Don’t tell mom. She thinks you’re my soulmate, still,”

You guffawed at that, shaking your head at the memory. You remembered when you got older when Keiji’s mom had started giving you lessons in cooking and sewing, typical ‘wife’ things. Keiji smiled at your dramatic scene of laughing, knowing it was how you were.

“Wait till she finds out you’re mated to someone else,”

“I prefer to term courting to mate, since I’m plain and boring. He’s anything but, honestly,”

“Perfect match for you, Kei-chan,” you winked, seeing Keiji’s cheeks turn a bit pink at the inside joke. You laughed again, finishing up the last details on the latte.

“He reminds me a bit of you, actually. But without control or a filter,”

“Maybe I am your soulmate, you just don’t like me,”

“Haha, very funny,” he replied, walking off with a little wave. You wiggle your fingers, waving goodbye to him. After watching your friend leave, your shoulders sag a bit, remembering the young boy with white-and-black hair. Back then, you wouldn’t call it a crush. More of an admiration for the boy with no fears and a clear future. With more experience under your belt, you could admit it was a crush. The boy had stolen your heart and crushed it the last time you saw him.

You clean up the counter as the clock ticks, slowly telling you your shift is coming to a close. You feel like you want to cry, but you don’t know why.

The next day, your phone dings with a text message from Keiji, surprised he would shoot a text. He usually called unless he was busy in a meeting or something. Your eyes glance at the screen, trying to finish your essay for one of your classes. The message doesn’t strike you as immediately needing attention, so you ignore it, focusing on the paragraph you’re typing out.

Another ding takes your attention away from the screen completely, knowing Keiji really needed your attention.

[Keiji ❤️ - 12:17 pm]

- Can you bring some fruits to my apartment? I forgot to get some at the store. I’m busy.

[Keiji ❤️ - 12:18 pm]

- please im hungry

The last message startles you, seeing as Keiji always punctuated his texts because, well, he was like that. You quickly typed a reply and made sure to save your document before heading to your kitchen.

[Sweetcheeks😘 - 12:22 pm]

- I’ll be there asap Kei

— 5 years old, Kōtarō Bokuto

“Kōtarō, I need to talk to you,” his mom had said. He looked up at her, a paper hat on his head, a smile on his face. “You need to stop hanging out with [Y/N] so much, baby,”

“Why? Did we do something bad?” He frowned, not understanding. What did he do?

“No, baby, not this time,” she laughed, smiling down at him. Her smile was not full of love and joy, it was sad. “Her mother doesn’t want you two hanging out so much. She said they’ll be moving soon, so I don’t want you to be hurt anymore than you already will be.”

Kōtarō didn’t smile for the rest of the day. After he told his friend they couldn’t hang out anymore, his mother held him in her arms while he cried. It wasn’t fair.

— present day

Kōtarō had been sent home early, with his rut steadily approaching and his fights with Atsumu and Shūgo getting more intense. His ride home was full of anxiety, knowing Keiji couldn’t quite handle ruts very well since he was a Beta. Omegas were meant to handle Alpha ruts all the way through, but Keiji could only handle half of the rut. The last time Kōtarō’s cycle had started, Keiji had to come to where he was, huddled up in an apartment. Keiji couldn’t walk two days after the rut ended, even though he dealt with three out of seven days of the rut.

Kōtarō’s arrival to Keiji’s apartment was slow. His instincts told him to run, but he was able to restrain himself. Keiji opened the door almost immediately after the knock, wrapping his boyfriend in a hug. “I’ve missed you,”

“I’ve missed you, too, Akaashi,” Kōtarō said, indulging in the coffee and minty scent from Keiji, although there was a bit of pumpkin, too. He involuntary let out a growl.

“I had a pumpkin latte earlier,” Keiji immediately said, expecting Kōtarō’s reaction. Instincts came first the closer he got to his rut, Keiji had learned. He could feel the Alpha deflate a bit in his hold, just hugging and scenting. Keiji smiled at that, knowing he would be in for a rough week. “I made a nest. It’s not as good as an Omega’s-“

“You didn’t have to do that,” Kōtarō’s voice was clear and sharp, halting anything Keiji was saying. “You’re not an Omega. You don’t have to act like one,”

“I-I know, Bokuto-san,” Keiji stuttered out, the look in his boyfriend’s eyes startling him a bit. It was intense, but it wasn’t necessarily bad, per se. “I just-“

“I’m not here right now because of your sub-gender. I’m here for you,” Kōtarō’s voice was once again clear and sharp, going right into Keiji’s bones. He’s sure if he was an Omega, he’d be kneeling and begging. For fuck’s sake, he’d have probably entered a heat cycle.

“I know, Bokuto-san. I know,” Keiji leaned against him, reveling in his smell. He couldn’t scent Kōtarō or smell a distinct scent, but Kōtarō obviously came straight to the apartment after practice. He smelled like sweat and deodorant, a strangely pleasant combination.

Kōtarō let out a growl as he felt his rut come on, his hands moving towards Keiji’s ass. In turn, Keiji blushed and cleared his throat, backing up from Kōtarō. He smiled and held up a finger. Kōtarō grinned, straightening his posture. Keiji smiled and ran towards the bedroom, knowing his Alpha was hot on his heels.

The following day, the two lovers were still going at it. Keiji hardly had any rest, only getting his rest once Kōtarō needed to rest, even if Kōtarō claimed he passed out after their third round. A small tease and a mischievous grin had sent Keiji back to being railed by a feral Alpha, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Keiji threw his head into the pillows, drool spilling from his lips and he moaned, having his third orgasm of the day from Kōtarō’s forceful thrusts. On the other hand Kōtarō had only orgasmed once, knotting Keiji and spurring the Beta into a second orgasm almost right after the first. The thrusts didn’t cease, Kōtarō chasing his own release in his mate was the only thought in his mind.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Keiji,” he groaned out, plugging him up with another knot, his orgasm following it. Keiji’s eyes rolled back, digging his nails into Kōtarō’s biceps at the sensation. It stung and was a lot more pain than pleasure, but he couldn’t complain too much.

Kōtarō finished painting Keiji’s walls white, resting his forehead against the man underneath him and catching his breath. Keiji gave him a swift peck on the lips, assuring him he was okay. However, Keiji’s stomach growled at that moment, sending heat to his cheeks.

“I haven’t eaten today,” he realized, talking out loud. Kōtarō may have been an Alpha in a rut, but he was also an Alpha with a mate. Mates needed to be protected and cared for, so his instincts told him he needed to feed his mate. Kōtarō’s eyes immediately went wide. “Don’t move!”

“Ah— sorry! I always forget,” he laughed, adjusting their position so he could lay on his side. Keiji just shook his head, smiling. Kōtarō was a wonderful mate, truly, he just happened to be overly passionate about things he cared for.

Keiji thought to you, how you’d probably enjoy having an Alpha to take care of you. Keiji knew you often overworked yourself and forced yourself to do things, trying to be as independent as possible. He couldn’t be your mate, but he’s had a thought that ends in all sides benefitting - hopefully, at least.

Kōtarō moaned as he slipped from Keiji’s abused hole, the knot finally deflating. “I’ll get you a snack.”

“I have leftovers in the fridge. Bottom left drawer,” he mumbled back, wincing from moving too much. Kōtarō immediately nodded, jogging off to the kitchen, butt-naked. Keiji couldn’t say much. He enjoyed the view.

He winced as he rolled over to his phone, glad he put it on the charger near the Nest yesterday before he got pounded into the mattress. He opened the messages, typing out a quick message for you and sending. He hoped his plan would work out well, but he had faith his calculations were correct.

Hearing the microwave beep meant the food was ready and Keiji still hadn’t gotten a response from you. He typed out another message, hoping you’d actually read this one and put his phone on the floor, face down. Just in time, too, as Kōtarō walked into the bedroom with a freshly heated plate of food.

“Food’s ready!”

— back to you

You had gathered some fruits together, slicing and dicing them as an added flair. Sliced bananas, strawberries, diced watermelon, mangoes, and sliced avocados on slices of bread and cream cheese. You felt like an American middle-aged woman about to attend a brunch with your food choices, but Keiji liked specific fruits specific ways and you knew he only ate avocados on bread with cream cheese.

The ride to Keiji’s apartment only took five minutes, but it felt like it took an hour, your anxiety eating you up at the thought of what Keiji is doing or needs help with. You assumed he needed help with something, but you weren’t positive on what. It could just be as simple as he can’t leave home because his anxiety was too high or it could be something worse — what if his mom got in an accident? The thoughts didn’t stop, making the five minutes much, much longer.

Arriving to Keiji’s apartment, you noticed how dead it seemed outside. You saw a woman on the way up the stairs who gasped as she left her apartment, quickly locking the door and running down the stairs, almost running into you. Confused, you noticed the lights seemed to be off in the other apartments, but that wasn’t too strange. It was a Saturday, but it was midday so people were probably out.

You had a spare key for Keiji’s place, seeing as you often checked up on him; he had a spare for your place, too. Entering the apartment, it was deathly quiet, putting you on edge. There was a certain air about the room that made you feel like you were in a horror movie. As you made your way to the kitchen, you noticed the messily placed dishes in the sink, the shirt in the hallway leading to Keiji’s bedroom, and the duffel bag beside the door. You’re confused. Keiji doesn’t have a duffel bag — not since the old one ripped a couple of years ago.

You ponder whether to go into Keiji’s bedroom or not, worried someone might’ve broken in —that shirt is definitely not his. That’s when you feel a presence. At first, you freeze, wondering if Keiji’s playing a trick on you. It is October after all. You place the container of fruits on the counter and hear a growl, immediately turning around to meet golden eyes and familiar hair.

His eyes were narrowed, obviously pissed, but then his face changed. He seemed confused first, then a dawning came upon him. Next thing you know, you’re picked up and having the life squeezed out of you. “[Y/N]!”

“Kō?” Your tiny voice whispers. You can hardly believe it. Your ex-best friend and childhood crush is in your best friend’s apart— uh oh. “Uh oh,”

“What-Oh?” His voice repeats, looking at you. The Alpha of your dreams is the Alpha of Keiji’s dreams—what a day it’s been. “[Y/N]?”

“I should, um, can you let me down?” He obliged, letting you stand on your feet again. “I need to, um, go. Uh, Keiji wanted fruits so I, uh, brought them. I’m gonna go,” you turned, hoping to tears would stay in until you left. You weren’t expecting Kōtarō to cage you in, effectively trapping you. As a Beta, you didn’t immediately obey an Alpha’s command, but the look in his eyes told you to stay. You obeyed.

“Don’t go. Please,” is all he said, his eyes twinkling. You shook your head, deciding this was a bad idea. “[Y/N].”

“You don’t get to act like nothing happened, Bokuto-san. You stopped being friends with me, remember? I expected you to be breeding an Omega by now. Looks like it was just me,” you spat, feeling the anger you held in boil over. The feeling of your best friend leaving you because of your sub-gender, the feeling of betrayal, remembering how your mother sighed at you and rolled her eyes, telling you she was always right and your friend would never look your way again.

“What?” He peered down at you, no longer hunching over. You realized just how tall he had gotten. “I stopped being friends because you were leaving. You being a Beta had nothing to do with it,”

“Sure, I guess now it doesn’t. Since, you know, you’re with my new best friend. It’s okay, I get it,” you once again tried to leave, but Kōtarō wouldn’t budge. “Move, Bokuto-san.”

“No.” His voice was clear and sharp. You were sure if you were an Omega, you’d be on your knees crying. “I don’t want it to end like this. I want to make amends.” Good thing you weren’t an Omega.

“Well, I don’t care what you want. Let me go,” your own eyes narrowed at him, his face not changing. His body unmoving. You rolled your eyes, deciding to not play this game anymore. Going to duck under Kōtarō’s arm, but his body moved to pin you to the counter. “Dude!”

“You smell different.” Is all the warning you got before you felt his nose in your neck. You felt butterflies at the contact, but also cringed at the display. You then noticed a shadow in the hallway. Attempting to pry Kōtarō off you wasn’t working, so Keiji got to see his boyfriend hunched over you.

“Good, you seem to be getting along again,” he said, a gentle and lazy smile on his face. Surprisingly, Kōtarō didn’t turn around at his mate’s voice, just kept rubbing his nose against you. “I hope you can take care of him,”

“Akaashi Keiji, what the fuck,” you muttered. He didn’t seem concerned his boyfriend was currently nuzzling against you. You noticed the limp in Keiji’s walk and he had one of his hands on the wall.

“I’ve been keeping track of your cycle. You should be ovulating by now. Bokuto-san has told me about his childhood friend before and it took me a while but I figured out it was you,” Keiji kept talking, limping his way to the couch. “I’ll get the fruits later. Bokuto-san, don’t hurt her too much,”

“Hurt me?” You squeaked, eyes widening at the implication. “Keiji, I can’t—“ you started, a scream interrupting your sentence as Kōtarō picked you up and hauled you to the bedroom. He displayed his strength earlier, of course, but the fact you were were on your back in what looked similar to an Omega’s Nest within seconds of the ground leaving your feet was a display that turned you on immensely. If Kōtarō wasn’t currently attempting to strip you, he would have been with the sickly sweet scent you exuded.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he growls out, his hands deciding to rip your very nice shirt into shreds, deciding your movements to get them off were too slow. He offered the same treatment to your bra, your short scream of disbelief when it was torn. He was nice enough to pull off the pants you were wearing, along with your panties. “Ever since my first rut,” he continues, his nose buried against your thighs, his tongue licking a hot stripe against it. You whined at the contact, full on knowing he could smell your arousal. “I thought I’d never find you again.”

“Boku-“

“No. Not here. Call me your Alpha, little Beta,”

“Uh-“ you stopped, unsure of the situation. Kōtarō, regardless of your feelings, was with Keiji. That alone made you hesitant, even if Keiji literally told Kōtarō to go for it. You felt weird having to call him your Alpha anyways, since you were never subjected to those Alpha/Omega relationships. You can’t say you weren’t interested in it, often just having fun with other Betas and maybe an Alpha or two during their ruts (you vividly remember helping an attractive Alpha in your last year at Nekoma, rendering you unable to walk for the next two days). Neither of them called you by your sub-gender, nor made you call them Alpha. You obviously hesitated, taking a trip down memory lane much too long, since Kōtarō’s hand had wrapped itself around your jaw, forcing you to look at him. You didn’t think your old childhood friend would be so.. rough.

“I’m waiting, little one. Call me your Alpha,” he growled out, again. The growling was doing wonders to you, making you wetter by the second. Another growl came out, spurring you to speak.

“I- Alpha, we can’t do this. We need to talk-“

“You can try to talk, but I’m gonna fill you to the brim until my cum is seeping out of your cunt. Let’s see how well you do.” Kōtarō immediately went down to your nether regions, your folds glistening to show him just how turned on you were. Your face was hot, practically burning when his eyes locked on, unmoving from the sight. He wasn’t looking long, getting a startled scream from you as he buried his face between your legs, lapping at your juices. Your hand went to his hair, the hair as soft as you had hoped, as he continued to drink from your pussy as if it was his last drink on earth. Your other hand was bunching up a nearby shirt, one you had left at Keiji’s two days ago after a night of drinks. If you weren’t so busy rolling your eyes into your skull as your mouth hung open, moans spilling from your lips, you’d have noticed the mix of yours and Keiji’s clothes in the Nest.

Kōtarō continued to be relentless, pushing two fingers into your heat as you were clenching your thighs around his head. You were worried you’d hurt him, but he was an Alpha in every shape and form — if he wanted to stop you, he’d do it. He knows he’s in control. Adding a third finger brought you to your first orgasm of the day, feeling exhausted afterwards. Kōtarō rose from between your legs, his eyes immediately finding your glossy ones. He smiled and licked his lips. Then, wiping the slick from his lower face with his hand to get the excess that his tongue couldn’t get and then licking it off, his eyes never breaking contact.

“So sweet, I’m already addicted,” his grin got darker, his body crawling up until his hands were on both sides of your head and his lips were slotted against yours. His tongue darted between his lips, into your already open mouth, deepening the kiss. You were so in bliss from the after-orgasm high and kissing your crush, you didn’t even feel the head of Kōtarō’s cock pushing into you.

Kōtarō threw his head back, moaning at the tight fit. You mewled, it being some time since someone entered you, the feeling almost foreign. It didn’t hurt, thankfully, the wetness Kōtarō created more than enough to help him slide in. He didn’t stop, he just kept pushing in until the beginning of his knot was flush against you. Another growl erupted from Kōtarō, the only warning you got before he pulled out only to slam back in. The sudden movement had your back arching and your head against the plush pillows of the Nest. It was the green light for Kōtarō.

Your knees were pushed to your shoulders, the position momentarily uncomfortable until your mind was replaced with the burning and overwhelming sensation of Kōtarō pounding into you liked a man starved. Moans were bouncing off the walls, along with Kōtarō’s grunts, mixed with the sound of skin slapping skin as his thighs continuously met your ass. Your hands switched from fisting fabric to winding around Kōtarō’s neck as he buried his face into your neck, his panting and grunts loud in your ears. You felt the coming of another orgasm, the familiar tightening in your abdomen and the arching of your back being a few indicators. Your nails raked against Kōtarō’s back, leaving angry red streaks in their place. Another grunt from Kōtarō and you felt a painful sensation you hadn’t felt before — a knot. The added pain before the height of your pleasure sent you over the edge, mewling out Kōtarō’s name as you did.

Kōtarō had you plugged up, him spilling his seed into your hot walls. You whined at the feeling of fullness. He sighed at the feeling himself, indulging in your scent. You figured now was as good as you’re going to get to talk. “Um, Kōt-“

“Alpha.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes. “Alpha, um, this is an awkward time, I suppose, but can we talk about, like, us?”

“We don’t need to, but we can,” he looked at you, moving his position so you guys were on your sides. More comfortable for each other. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“Okay, um, the Alpha thing is weird, but I’ll let it slide since obviously you’re in a rut. Obviously Keiji isn’t an Omega, so he can’t take you throughout the entire rut. Um, I don’t wanna be your booty call for ruts, this whole situation is so fucking weird-!”

“You’re not the ‘booty call’, as you said. Akaashi mentioned he had a surprise for me, but I didn’t think he’d offer me you. After this, I hope he lets me court you, too. So I can be your Alpha, too.”

“Kō- Alpha, we’re no longer friends because you’re an Alpha. That’s why you broke off our friendship so long ago, isn’t that right? You deserved an Omega, which I am not, but you found Keiji and that is fine. I am not a part of this.”

“I don’t care about sub-genders. That’s why I’m with Akaashi. I stopped being friends because you were moving. It hurt a lot to end things, but I didn’t know what else to do. That was Mom’s advice, at least.”

You were confused. Your mother said it was because he cared about sub-genders, but now he’s saying it was because of the move? Your friendship ended before moving, yes, but it was almost a month before moving. You could have stayed friends, anyways. Did your mother lie to you? Did his feelings change? “My- My mother said you needed an Omega so I-“

“She was wrong. She’s the one who set you up with Akaashi, yeah? She didn’t even care what my family thought about us. That’s in the past, we can move past it.”

“All these years...” you muttered, feeling the tears from before coming back. The knowledge that your own mother forced your friendship to end made you angry, but everything was fine now. Kōtarō was your friend again. At least, you thought he was. “I don’t know if I want a relationship, though,”

“Too bad,” he grunted, his cock leaving you feeling empty. A whine was all you needed to do to have yourself pinned under Kōtarō again, his cock filling you up again. “I’ve been dreaming of this for so long, as if I’ll let you leave so easily.”

Kōtarō continued his relentless pounding into you, the constant fucking rendering your lower area numb. Eventually, your world went black after a— what was it, 6th orgasm? Kōtarō’s second knot was the only thing you remembered before you tuned out completely. The grunting, whines, moans, all of it faded into silence. While you had passed out, Kōtarō panicked, thinking he went overboard. Keiji’s words echoed in his mind: “Don’t hurt her too much.” Was this too much?

Kōtarō, stuck inside you because of his knot, called for Keiji to help him. Of course, Keiji came as fast as he could (not very fast, poor man is still recovering) to see Kōtarō, who is close to tears, above your blissed, fucked, and passed out form. He sighs, shaking his head. “Bokuto-san, I think you went too hard,”

“Akaashi...” he whined, his strong arms curling around you. Even passed out, your body reacted, curling into him as you softly moaned. “Akaashi...”

“It’s okay, she’ll be fine. Her body isn’t used to it. At least, not yet.” A moan from Kōtarō let Keiji know his knot had deflated, him pulling out of your cunt and the copious amounts of cum he filled you with spilling out. It made even Keiji aroused, seeing it seeping out of you. Kōtarō knew he was aroused at the sight and came upon a solution.

“Akaashi! Maybe we...”

Waking up was next thing you remember. You felt so, so full, like you were plugged up in both ends. As you flutter your eyes open. You expected to see your ceiling, having woken up from intense dream or something. You maybe even hoped to see Kōtarō grinning down at you, sweat dripping down his face and his chest. You did not, however, expect to see Keiji smiling down at you, gently caressing your face. “Kei?”

“Hey there, pretty baby. How are you feeling?” The nickname threw you off — Keiji never called you a nickname. He was very formal, even saying your last name until only recently. You obviously showed confusion, or maybe you hesitated, because a rumble was felt behind you, a familiar voice following.

“She’s probably feeling pretty stuffed, Akaashi. Stuffed full inside and out, I hope,” Kōtarō’s voice said. You turned your head, hissing at the pain in your neck, to see Kōtarō grinning at you, just like you hoped. However, wasn’t Keiji resting?

“I should thank you for the fruit. It was delicious and cut up so cutely and delicately. I was getting a bit jealous to hear Kōtarō having so much fun with you. I was hoping to have my own fun with you when he rested after his rut, but he was kind enough to share. Isn’t that nice? I don’t think I can get you pregnant, but I want to try. We’d have such cute babies together, you know?”

“I was hoping she’d carry my pups first, but you can pump her full next time. We have all the time in the world, after all.”

“Excuse me? Wait, wait!” You shouted, suddenly realizing the whole ‘filling you up’ speech wasn’t just an Alpha’s instincts — it was their intention to impregnate you. “I can’t have kids! I’m in school and-“

“I can provide for both of my mates, right Keiji?” Kōtarō said, his eyes holding nothing but love as he gazed at Keiji. It made your heart squeeze at the love between them. Keiji smiled and nodded, deciding at that time to roll his hips. You threw your head back and mewled, sensitive from the consecutive orgasms previously.

“I’m glad you’re still sensitive. There’s no evidence to back it up, but I heard the more orgasms a woman has, the more likely it is she’ll get pregnant. Of course, Omegas have a fertile cycle, but you’re a Beta, so I had to track your cycle for about three months. I hope it was enough.”

“Three months?! Akaashi Kei- oh!” You screamed, feeling Kōtarō move. He was filling up your back entrance, adding to the fullness. Also, it explained why you were on his chest.

“I also need to cut out your caffeine, that’s a bad habit you need to cut out anyways. No more nights of drinking while binge-eating. Your body needs to be in peak condition if it’s going to carry our offspring,”

“I can’t wait till you’re all swollen and wobbling. It’ll be so cute. And then we’ll do it again. And again. And I don’t know if I wanna stop, babe!” Kōtarō laughed, thrusting his hips up, making you jerk at the feeling.

“Maybe we can stop after five. We’ll need a bigger house, too,” Keiji continued, rolling his hips in rhythm to Kōtarō’s thrusts. You closed your eyes, one hand fisting Kōtarō’s hair while the other gripped Keiji’s shoulder, hoping to ground yourself. “You’ll look so beautiful when you’re pregnant. This is what our families want, after all. You’ll bear my children and Kōtarō also gets what he wants in the end. He gets his own offspring. This all works out,” he grunted, snapping his hips after almost pulling all the way out. “In the end, at least.”

If you could form a coherent sentence, you’d tell them to stop, but the only thing on your mind was how stuffed you were. Keiji was thrusting into your puffy, abused cunt that was overflowing with Kōtarō’s cum, rolling his hips every so often to increase pleasure. Kōtarō’s grunts were heightening your arousal and sending you hurling towards another orgasm. Your eyes rolled, your tongue sticking out as you clenched around Keiji, sending him towards an orgasm of his own. A curse and a stutter of his hips and he was spilling his own seed into you. He knew his genes wouldn’t take, not when you’d been pumped by Kōtarō multiple times. He had looked for the chances between a Beta and Alpha genes in a Beta, but he only got Omegas, which were made to take Alpha seed and breed easily. A small part of him wanted to try and overpower Kōtarō, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to compare to the amount you’ve already taken.

Kōtarō was still going, his strong, warm hands holding your knees to your chest, keeping you spread open, as he thrusted up into you. He knew Keiji had finished, the face he was sporting a familiar scene to the Alpha, so Kōtarō was chasing his own high. A high-pitched whine from you as Keiji rolled his hips again, earning a growl from Kōtarō in return. You pant as your hand leaves Keiji’s shoulder, ghosting over your sensitive clit as you attempt to close your thighs, overly sensitive from all the rounds you’ve been forced to go through. Keiji saw your hand brush over it, taking his own hand to replace yours and apply pressure onto the nub, rubbing it.

A scream was ripped from your throat, another orgasm around Keiji’s cock as Kōtarō buried himself, shoving his knot in your tight hole. You were twitching at the extra feeling of fullness, the hot spurts of cum in your ass and the oozing cum from your cunt, even if Keiji was plugging you up. A sigh escaped your lips, your eyes rolling back as he attempted to catch your breath. Kōtarō brought a hand to fondle your breast, earning another whine for him.

“I could get used to this,”

“So could I. Good thing we’ll get to see much more of it,”

You normally would have told them no, attempting to push Keiji off and out of you, but you just sighed, trying to kiss Kōtarō. He smiled and obliged, licking your lips before kissing you, enjoying the taste of you. Keiji smiled at the scene, bringing his mouth to your perky nipple from Kōtarō’s earlier fondling, biting gently on it. You mewled, shifting your legs up Keiji’s hips and he moved in deeper. Kōtarō growled, his hand rubbing the red and swollen nub between your legs. You wouldn’t normally let this continue, but you could hardly think.

If you could think properly, you might have noticed the bags of clothes you don’t remember bringing to Keiji’s. You might have seen the handcuffs nearby. You might have seen the extra lock on the bedroom door, so out of place. You normally would have been able to think properly, but the only thing you could think of was being stuffed with Keiji’s and Kōtarō’s thick cocks, filling you up to the brim.

Sequel -> The Perfect Family [tw includes dubcon/noncon, use of the word r*pe, water torture/attempted drowning, gunplay, pregnancy, blood, abuse (mentally and physically), bit of watersports]

#tw.dubcon #tw.noncon #tw.alcohol #briefly mentioned #bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #bokuaka x reader #BB.Kinky #yandere haikyuu #tw.yandere #bokuaka #tw.mindbreak #tw.breeding #yandere akaashi #yandere bokuto #Mr. Kōtarō #Mr. Keiji #BB.Dark #Bokuto.Spice #Akaashi.Spice #cw.breeding #cw.overstimulation #haikyuu omegaverse #bokuto smut #akaashi smut #added pt 2 since I guess it isn’t explicitly stated I have a sequel to this ???

[navegandoaciegas]

You think Lee would seize the chance when his wife's niece (not his side of the family) comes to visit? He's never met her, since the family moved out of knockemstiff many years ago. I mean, that beautiful, 21-year-old would look magnificent coming around his fat cock right? It's all he can think about, especially since his wife won't touch him anymore. And that perfect young thing is right under his roof.

changed it to friend’s daughter bc i checked and what you asked for is incest by marriage (at least in my country)

Married men do it better

Summary: You heard from your roommate that no one does it better than married men in their 40s, and you decide to test out her theories on your dad’s best friend (smut, explicit language, typos probably)

You looked like shit under the bright mirror lights of the bathroom, drenched in sweat and sleep deprived. The faucet twisted with a squeak, and you relished in the cold water that soothed your burning cheeks, neck and chest.

The night was restless, like most were when you spent them someplace other than your home or your dorm. You’d tossed and turned for hours in the single bed that the Bodeckers have provided you with, in the room that had been designed to be their child’s but had stayed barren. Then you’d gotten up, and tiptoed to the bathroom, careful not to wake Mrs Bodecker next door or your parents in the guest room downstairs.

You splashed more water on you, sighing in satisfaction. Blindly grabbing a towel on the rack next to you, you patted your face dry, standing straight.

And when you opened your eyes, another pair looked back at you in the mirror.

You jumped in suprise, but the scream that threatened to rip out of your throat was silenced by his rough hand clamping shut your mouth. You still bumped against the sink, rattiling the products on it, but luckily none of them fell to the linoleum floor.

Lee Bodecker stood behind you, so close that for a brief moment you wondered how you hadn’t sensed his presence before.

You knew he’d come look for you, for your sweet words and warm body, like he had all nights since you’d stayed at his place. You’d felt bold, that first night, and palmed his cock through his work uniform while your parents and his wife chatted in the kitchen.

It was easy, riling up a man who hadn’t been touched by his wife in years and hadn’t felt affection or sweet nothings whispered in his ears in even longer. And to be honest, he hadn’t put up much of a fight, too enamored with you, a young, sweet thing, all doe eyed and pouty lips.

You’d heard from your roommate that no one did it better than married men in their forties.

Those frat boys you both fooled around with didn’t even come close, and she’d slept with an older gentleman already, and you couldn’t let her be too smug about the fact that you hadn’t.

You’d have to try it too, and tell her all about it when you’d go back to Denver in August.

Until August, though, you’d let Lee Bodecker have his way with you all night, every night.

“Hush, baby girl,” he chuckled in your ear, eyes boring in yours through the mirror, “don’t wanna go wakin’ daddy dearest, hm? He’d kill us both.”

You shook your head, and giggled in his hand, pressing yourself flush against his chest. His belly was soft and pliant on your back, and underneath it you could feel his thick cock, already hard for you.

He groaned, and tightened the grip on your sides. “Already so eager, you little minx.”

“Always eager for you, Sheriff,” you said in the most sensual voice you could muster.

He didn’t look like the boys on the Varsity team, with his chubby cheeks and double chin, but it didn’t matter to you. You liked men in all shapes and forms but something about Lee’s body made your pussy throb, and your thighs clench.

“Good girl,” he mumbled in your hair, nuzzling his face right behind your ear, “Do you want me, hm? You all hot and bothered thinking about my cock all night? Thinkin’bout how I make your pussy cry for me?”

A whimper almost escaped your lips, and you clenched your thighs, memories of all the things he’d done to you flooding your mind. He’d fucked you harsh, and then soft, and then he’s stuck a thumb in your ass, a place where you’d never though about sticking anything in, and then shoved his cock all up your tight rim.

It hadn’t hurt, surprisingly. Much less than losing your virginity with a dumb teen boy underneath the school’s bleachers.

He’d eaten you out like a starved man, had had you ride his face, and then he’d stuck his cock so far down your throat that you’d almost passed out.

You were a wrecked, sobbing, sticky mess after each encounter.

“Please Sheriff, need you inside me, need your big fuckin’ cock in my cunt.”

He smirked, one hand traveling up to your breast, the other roaming down your thigh. “You got a mouth on you, darl’. Dirty little mouth on a dirty little slut like you,” he hummed, smiling against your skin.

His hands were rough and calloused, and they left shivers behind as they grazed you with gentle touches you wouldn’t expect from a man so big and harsh.

He touched you like you were made of the finest china, and sometimes when your mind wasn’t clouded by lust, you felt sorry for him. You pitied him, all alone in a cold house with a distant wife that you suspected was seeing other men behind his back and that made him sleep on the couch most nights.

You closed your eyes, shoving your bleeding heart in a corner of your mind, focusing on how good his hands felt as the pinched your nipples, how pleasant his lips were on your pulse point.

He bunched your drenched nightgown at your waist, growling when he noticed you weren’t wearing any undergarments. He dipped his fingers in your glistening folds, finding you soaked, leaking for him.

“Always so wet for me, princess, all for me?” he whimpered, rubbing his aching cock on your ass, eyes squeezed shut.

“Only for you, Lee,” you whined, hips rolling against his lenght, desperate to feel him inside you, to have him fill you up with his fat cock.

He played with your clit, rubbing circles on it while he crouched around you and sucked one of your nipples in his mouth. You stared at the scene in the mirror, your body twisted around his, your tits spilling out of your nightgown, the golden band around his fourth finger gleaming in the light.

Your pussy clenched hard around nothing.

“Fuck,” you moaned, bucking your hips behind you to rub the flesh of your ass against his raging hard on, “I can’t wait Lee, I need ya inside me, now.”

Lee chuckled, shoving his pyjamas pants down his thighs, his big, leaking cock standing to attention.

“Won’t even lemme taste you, darl’? That eager, hm?”

“Please,” you whined, spreading your legs apart to give him better access.

He teased you, rubbing his tip through your folds, coating it in your arousal. He slowly pushed himself past your entrance, stretching you with his girth, sheathing himself inside you with a broken moan.

He stilled, giving you time to adjust as you panted and winced.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ big, I’ll never get used to this,” you breathed, slowly circling your hips.

His cock hit all the right spots inside you, sending jolts of electricity down your spine. You felt the pressure build slow but steady in your cunt, as he slowly dragged his cock in and out of your cunt, relishing in the way your walls gripped him.

He clamped a hand over your mouth, shutting your moans up, and kept hammering his hips against your ass, the slapping of the soft flesh of his belly against your back the only sounds in the room.

He hauled one of your legs over his forearm, spreading you even further for him. He hit a new angle, a new nerve that threatened to break the dam in you core.

He thrusted deep inside you, and you watched from the mirror the slow drag of his cock disappearing in and out of your swollen cunt.

He was sweaty and out of breath and judging from the pained look on his face was trying hard to will back his pleasure and his moans.

One wrong move, one loud sound, and you’d wake someone in the house, who’d come check on you. If they did, they’d Lee pounding into you and you enjoying it like the cockdrunk whore you were.

That’s what he liked to remind you, and you nodded, lost in pleasure, feeling the warmth and pressure in your cunt become unbearable.

“Fuck, I can feel you clamp down on me, princess. Wanna feel you cum baby, come all over my fuckin’ cock, I know you can do it.”

He doubled his efforts, rubbing your clit and pummelling inside you.

The thought that your parents could catch you made you dizzy, but the idea of his wife walking in on you pushed you over the edge.

You were glad for the hand on your mouth as you came, screams muffled. You gushed over the sink, and you both watched through lidded eyes the pressure in your cunt snap, knot unraveling, his cock slipping out of you with your release, just in time for him to paint your legs and the floor with his hot spurt.

You were both spent and satisfied, and you turned around, lazily throwing your arms aroud his neck. The kiss you shared was sweet and sated.

He tasted like lemon drops on your tongue.

You pulled back, adjusting the nightgown over your tits.

“My roommate was right,” you hummed, pecking his lips and brushing past him.

“About?” he questioned, brow quirking.

“Married men really do it better..”

He turned around to say something, anything really, but you were gone already, leaving behind the sweet scent of you hair and an enraptured Lee.

-

Sorry for the typos. I’m writing from my phone.

I hope you liked this. Please reblog and leave some feedback. I love reading your comments, and they’re my biggest motivation ⭐️❤️

#lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker x y/n #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan fanfiction #lee bodecker smut

[coraskeeper]

 ⤑ 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘴/𝘰

⤑ ft: shinsou, tamaki, kirishima, denki, fem!r

⤑ warnings: facesitting, unprotected seggs (don’t try this at home), choking, oral(m&f receiving), dumbification, slight femdom themes (only for tamaki), mastrubation, crying, use of the word cock bc it makes me giggle

⤑ file type: scenarios, smut

⤑ wc: 2.3k

⤑ an: def wanna write a whole shinsou smut now :’)

⤑ last edited: 1.25.21

⤑ 𝘦𝘪𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢

his obsession with his best friends girlfriend started out innocent 

he wouldn’t say he was in love with you, more like a kiddie crush 

just wanting to be around you and that heart warming presence of yours all it took was for you to simply ask him how he was or, what he wanted to do saying that his opinion mattered just as much as anyone else 

it might’ve been then he fell for you, your interest in him was genuine, not many people cared much for his input on anything really 

not that he minded- it just felt nice, to know that someone had what he would think in mind

he liked you and if he ever got the chance he’d give you the world, but your world was bakugo and he respected that

but all it took was walking in on you and bakugo getting hot and heavy for his thoughts of you to become way less than innocent 

bakugos large hands splayed across your bare ass cheeks as he helped you move up and down along his shaft

your chest pressed into his as you released the most heavenly moans he’d even heard in his life 

your wavering whines telling his friend how you couldn’t take anymore but your hips still hopelessly bucking against his

now anytime the poor boy seen you his face flushed red and he’d cut your conversations short out of the guilt of have seen you naked without your knowledge

he felt bad that just the sound of your voice made him so hard it hurt and he’d have no other choice but to relieve himself 

thinking of you large hand palming himself through his boxers 

his head falling back in relief in his mind you tasted so sweet, he’d always wondered what you tasted like, or what you’d look like sitting on his face begging for him. he just knew you’d look ethereal.

his gripped your hips hard, helping you move your sopping cunt along his mouth, one of your hands threading themselves through his bright red locks giving them a tug.

tears falling from your eyes as you whine asking him to let you breathe just for a second, yet your body betrayed you, your hips rutting against his mouth with the little energy you had left, “ please kiri, i can’t “

his eyes coming to stare up at you lovingly, his lips releasing your clit, “ ‘cmon sweetheart, i know you’ve got one more left “

ruby eyes staring up at you as he flattened his tongue against your clit again, your face was sinful paired with your pretty moans falling from your lips as your hips rutted down harder against his mouth, body shaking before collapsing with a sweet whine of his name.

his hands rubbing soothing circles against your pelvic bone, “ what a good girl you are “.

knees weak, his muscular back arched off the cold wood of the head board as he cupped himself softly, spurts of hot cum soiling the inside of his boxers, “ i want.. to taste her “

⤑ 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘫𝘪

he was actually terrified of you for a while before you became friends

you intimidated him to say the least

you and your boyfriend were very like minded, which would explain your random relationship with mirio

your presence was warm, and you often jumped into things head first and took everything that came your way with nonchalant attitude

though, your temper seemed to be a lot shorter and you were a lot more, uh- assertive for sure

he hadn’t known when it was he fell in love with you but no can say he never tried to prevent it

maybe it was when you’d make sure he got home safe, putting his life before yours on missions and coming to save his ass even when you needed to be saved yourself

or it might’ve been something as trivial as telling a waiter they got his order wrong at a restaurant

he wasn’t sure, but he was in too deep now and he was okay with just being your friend because you and mirio loved each other

he did pretty well at hiding his feelings for a while, 

well-

until he received a butt dial from his dear blond friend

at first there was silence and maybe some ruffling here and there, he’d contemplated hanging up until he heard mirio’s quiet whimpering from the other side of the cellphone

in a flustered haze he continued to listen, hearing your sultry voice loud and clear

low and stern, saying that if mirio wasn’t patient you wouldn’t let him cum at all, the blond boy begging for you and promising that he’d be good

he hadn’t mean to keep thinking about the phone call after that day but he couldn’t help but imagine what it be like underneath you and those attentive hands in the heat of the night

he tried not to touch himself at first- the guilt being too much, but your frequent visits to his dreams were becoming too much to deal with on top of his soiled sheets

so now- tamaki relieves himself of you the only way he knows how

your warm hand wrapped around his throbbing length trailing teasing kisses up his thighs, edging closer and closer to where he needed you, “you can cum again, can’t you tama? “

his lower half was starting to tingle almost painfully, the line between pain and pleasure was blurring, his eyes unfocused and body flushed in sweat, but he was so eager to take all that you were giving him, eager to be a good boy for you.

“ y-your mouth- bunny please “

he felt almost ashamed, yet the twitching of his ear and the lustful voice you used when you spoke was enough to spur him and the swirling heat in his stomach.

he wanted to be grateful and take all that you were offering to give him, anything to please you. anything to make you praise him.

the wetness of your mouth was all too surreal, he could almost feel your warm mouth sucking his cock into your throat, losing control bucking his hips up into your mouth with a whine, “ fuck, yes- ‘s good “

your pretty orbs staring up at him as he let out loud moans, his feet digging themselves into the bed sheets to fuck himself into your mouth at a harsh enough pace to give you a sore throat later.

his free hand slapping over his mouth, shaking body arching off the bed and knees clamping shut as he came with a tired scream of your name under his hand.

hot liquid dripping down his stomach and leaking from the tip of his softening length.licking the head of his already overstimulated cock, “ what a good boy you are, isn’t that right tama? “

his body falling limp with a whimper, “ i.. feel so dirty “

⤑ 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰

you and his friend midoriya were polar opposites

you were smart mouthed and sarcastic, blunt and insensitive and you were always picking fights with him

though with time, he had begun to grow quite fond with you, a crush maybe

starting to indulge in petty arguments with you and push your buttons more often to see that cute face you made when you were frustrated

just when he came to terms that he developed a bit of attraction to you, you started to plague his mind in more ways than one

in all honesty- he did no more than merely acknowledge your current relationship with his friend

if he wanted you, he'd have you. it was as simple as that

he would never make passes at you simply because he liked you, he was fine with the distance between you both

but he’d figured his friend would have enough sense to know when and where was the right time to get hot and heavy with you

you sat between izuku’s legs, tongue lapping at his glistening cock pitifully, body shaking and tears streaming down your face

the way you could barely speak stunned him- you’d always had something to say

pleading the green haired boy to fuck you, give you some kind of stimulation

shinso watched you both shamelessly, retiring for the night with you and your submissiveness heavy on the brain

after the incident, he’d let you take control of his desires, taking cold showers to relieve himself of the stress you’d cause him from then on

he’d have his hand wrapped around your throat for sure, just barely cutting off your air circulation, hips snapping up into your ass in a pace that had your head spinning and spit dripping from the bottom of your chin.

desperately trying to turn your face away from the mirror in embarrassment, “ look at my pretty slut, drooling for me “, his fingernails digging into your cheeks and holding your head in place so you could watch how your body wreathed in pleasure from him and him alone.

he’d already made you cum with just his cock alone, not giving you time to collect yourself after each orgasm. his strokes deep and harsh, bruising the insides of your walls and his teeth leaving marks all over your neck- you had nowhere to run.

you were powerless and had no other choice but to take him whole, “ ‘nt t-take- no more “. your fingers grasping at the bathroom counter to prevent you from flopping face first into the sink.

“ he cant fuck you like this “, the loud wet smacking against your ass became impossibly louder, “ fucking yourself stupid on my dick- fuuck “

his teeth catching his bottom lip hard enough to break the skin, wet strands of purple hair sticking to his forehead.

thumb pressing down on the tip of his cock edging himself once again trying to control his moans of pure ecstasy at the thought of overstimulating you until you could no longer speak basic english, “ i wanna feel that pretty mouth of hers, too “

⤑ 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪

he knew how wrong it was wrong but, it was his guilty pleasure

you were always so sweet to him, cradling his head to your chest when the others would pick on him and such

all of his friends took a liking to you as seros girlfriend and accepted you into their friend group

you grew especially close to denki, who happened to have a similar personality as you

the inevitable happened- of course, the classic love cliche

 he knew you loved sero and he’d never come between you two but he just couldn’t help himself

once sero had been trying to show him a couple of pictures on his phone, swiping too far 

accidentally showing denki a very vulgar photo of you

tears in your pretty eyes and your hands tied behind your back with your ass wiggling in the air

a godly arch and seros hand in the center of your back taunting him every time the image plagued his brain

the flash of the camera making your gorgeous cunt glisten 

so here he was, late into the night with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth and quiet groans heavy in his chest

sweats and boxers pulled down just low enough for his erection to leak precum against his stomach

shutting his eyes and tilting his head back to let his mind run wild, stroking himself slowly

you’d looked so pretty laid out beneath him legs pressed into your chest and tears of pleasure falling out of your eyes. his tongue catching each one before they could trail down and mix with the sheer layer of sweat on your sweet skin.

your pretty whines for him spurred him on, crying and moaning for him to ruin you in anyway he wanted, to take care of you because no one else could do it the way he did. he thought it was so mean of him to make you cry but you looked so angelic to him crying tears of joy all for his cock, all for him.

“ please, kaminari “, your pretty lips swollen as he leaned down to press another kiss to your mouth thrusting himself deeper into your fluttering cunt, “ don’t worry princess- gonna pump you full of cum “

his cock hitting the special spot inside your warmth, filling you up so good you could just scream, he might leave bruise on the back of your knees and an aching pain in your hips from how rough he was fucking into you.

your scorching insides sucking him back in each time, just imagining the pulse of your pussy was driving him crazy, “ look at this pretty pussy taking me so well- gonna take good care of her “

he could almost feel your arousal dripping down his lower abdomen, your hands pulling at his messy blond hair in ecstasy, your lovely voice calling out for him, “ please kami, take good care of me “

“ kami “

“ kami “

his hips jolting up into his hand harshly as he came, cum spilling over his fingertips, releasing a heavy pant wishlist brushing stray strands of his blond hair away from his face, “ fuuck, please “ 

tags:

#x poc!reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #x female reader #shinsou x reader #denki x reader #kirishima x reader #tamaki x reader #tamaki amakiji #denki kaminari #kirishima ejirou #shinsou hitoshi #bnha smut #cockandcarrots nottaclosetfreak